#all those hours clocked seem like a waste if i don’t

[icysab]

synopsis: you pick up drunk bsf!hoon and take care of him

tags/warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, implied nonidol/college au, swearing, alcohol (reader is sober but hoon is super drunk), you sleep in his bed but no smut, unedited and written in half an hour, one piss pick-up line lmao, gn reader

wc: 1.2k

a/n: idk what drunk people are like lol so mb if this is inaccurate also i might write a pt2 to this if people want because i feel like i ended it badly

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it’s past midnight when your phone rings. you twist over in your chair to silence it before you realize it’s jake. you slowly slide to accept the call, but before you can ask why he’s calling at this hour, he interrupts.

“hey, y/n, can you pick up sunghoon? he’s fucking wasted,” he says, voice slightly slurred and muffled by obnoxious screaming noises and some unintelligible, over-produced rave music.

you take a deep breath and check your clock. “jake,” you sigh. “it’s one in the morning. you can’t just take him when you leave?”

he laughs in response. “nah, he wants to go right now, and i’m having fun. plus he keeps talking about you— see?” you hear a rustle as jake presumably hands the phone off to sunghoon. your brows raise at his casual statement— sunghoon’s talking about you?

your thoughts are interrupted by sunghoon’s whines. “y/nnniee, are you here yet? i’m sleepyyy,” he babbles, and you can hear the pout in his voice— it seems that even when he’s drunk out of his mind, he still has a taste for the dramatics.

“alright alright,” you grumble. “i’m on my way. send me your location.”

it doesn’t take long after you hang up for you to pull on the hoodie closest to you and grab your keys, heading to the address jake sent you.

you spot sunghoon right away when you roll up to the front of the parking lot. he’s swaying in the breeze, face flushed and eyes closed. rolling down your windows, you call out to him.

“sunghoon! i’m here.”

his eyes open, and a smile creeps across his face. he stumbles to your car, and you reach over to open the passenger door for him. he trips into the car while his smile gets even bigger, dimple popping out.

“y/nnniee, you came,” he slurs.

“of course i did,” you say, keeping your eyes forward.

you notice that even drunk, sweaty, and tired, sunghoon looks ethereal. but you swallow those thoughts down before allowing them to fester and make sure he’s properly buckled in before you start to drive. he’s completely out of it, but thankfully you’ve been to his apartment so many times you don’t need directions.

throughout the short drive, sunghoon stays quiet. when you pause at a stop light, however, he decides to open his big mouth.

“are you pee?” his lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“what?” you squint at him.

“because urine my heart,” he giggles.

your jaw drops while you blink slowly. jake is going to owe you bigtime for this

“you should not be allowed within five feet of any kind of intoxicating substance,” you reply with.

finally arriving in his apartment complex’s parking lot, you realize he’s not going to be capable of moving on his own. you drag him up from his spot in the passenger seat, and he drapes his body over your back, wrapping his arms around your waist for support and settling his head on top of yours. you ignore how domestic this all seems and the funny feeling in your stomach, and focus on getting him inside.

he drags his feet behind you, and you slowly pull him into the building and into the elevator, after you punch in the code. once you get inside and hit the button to his floor, you loosen up a bit. you can feel him relax too.

he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his soft breathing fan across your collarbone.

“comfy, sunghoon?”

he nods into your shoulder, pulling you tighter.

you finally reach his floor, and pull him to the door. you take out your copy of his key, click open the lock, and drag him inside.

he crumples on his couch immediately. “wanna… go to sleep,” he mumbles. he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “take care of me?”

oh, you were going to kill jake tomorrow. but how could you deny sunghoon’s cute request in his alcohol-induced state?

you pull him up from the couch and lead him to his bathroom. then, you wet his toothbrush and line it with toothpaste, back against the sink counter and using one hand to tap the brush to his lips. the other hand rests on the side of his face, keeping his head from flopping to the side. sunghoon leans forward, an arm on either side of you, resting on the counter. after you finish brushing his teeth for him, you lean out of the way so he can messily wash the toothpaste out of his mouth. you soothingly run a hand down his arm. “there you go, good job”.

his dimples pop out again at your remark, and you notice a touch of toothpaste on the side of his mouth that it seems he missed. you gently swipe the corner of his lip and it disappears. his smile gets bigger.

“cmon, let’s get you to bed,” you say while leading him to his bedroom. he flops down on his bed while you pull out a soft hoodie and some old shorts from his closet. you toss them down on his bed and tell him to change out of his gross clubbing clothes.

“i won’t look, don’t worry,” you leave his room to grab him some water and ibuprofen for tomorrow morning before he gets the chance to protest.

once you grab the medicine from his cupboard and a bottle of water, you head back inside sunghoon’s room. he’s sprawled across his bed, eyes closed laying on top of the covers. you place the stuff on his night table and carefully tuck him in, watching as he snuggles into the blankets. you brush his hair out of his eyes, and whisper, “goodnight, hoon”. you stand up, ready to finally head back to your place, but before you get far he grabs your wrist.

“y/n… don’t go”. his voice is so quiet that you can barely make out his words. you freeze at his words, and his grip around your wrist tightens, and he pulls you in closer.

“please stay,” he whimpers. you’re practically on top of him, with how close he’s holding you. you don’t have any other option but to stay, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

“okay,” you murmur.

at your words, he tugs you into his bed and pulls you on top of him, and your body starts to betray you as you feel your heart begin to race.

he flips onto his side and drags you closer to him, wrapping strong arms around you.

“y/nie,” he mumbles. you feel your breath catch in your throat.

“yeah?”

“i love you, y/n.”

before you can formulate a response, he shifts forward ever-so-slightly to press a gentle kiss onto your forehead. you melt into him for a moment before pulling away.

“you’re drunk.”

you really can’t control how fast your heart is beating now. you’re sure he can feel it.

“i’m sober now, really,” and you can see his smirk even in the dark.

“i love you too, hoon. we’ll talk tomorrow, ‘kay?”

you steal another glance up at him, and see that he’s fallen asleep, the moonlight softly illuminating his features. before you get a chance to think about what’s just happened, sleep overtakes you as well.

#sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fic #sunghoon smut #kpop #kpop fic #kpop imagines #jake enhypen #niki enhypen #enhypen niki #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #heeseung x reader #sunoo imagines #jungwon enhypen #jay enhypen #heeseung #jake sim #sunoo #kpop smut #enhypen jay #jungwon

[mashbrainrot]

Henry Blake in 'The Interview'

In 2006, Larry Gelbart wrote dialogue imagining Trapper, Henry Blake, and Colonel Flagg had featured in the M*A*S*H episode 'The Interview'. Here is Henry's, with the original available to read here via Google Groups.

REPORTER: How does it feel, having the responsibility for saving such a great number of lives? HENRY: We just take ’em one or two, sometimes maybe twenty at a time. The big trick is not to start thinking of ’em as numbers – as just so many stats that go into a report that winds up in somebody’s filing cabinet under “out of sight, out of mind.” You’ve gotta always remember that what you’re dealing with is hurt people, people that have been run over by a war. REPORTER: And not just – HENRY: You gotta remember to take a peek at the odd dog tag now and then and remind yourself that that dangling leg or busted gut you’re going to try and put back together again is somebody’s dad or son or boyfriend – that all that blood and guts soiling your linen belongs to somebody that’s got a name attached to him.

REPORTER: You can’t afford to lose your sense of humanity. HENRY: There’s just so many senses you can lose over here. REPORTER: Humor not being one of them, obviously. HENRY: Around here laughter’s just crying without the tears. REPORTER: You have a family back home, sir? HENRY: In Bloomington. The one in Illinois, not in Indiana – unless things have changed since I went away. REPORTER: You keep in touch with them, of course, your family. HENRY: We write, we phone. Far apart as we are, I don’t think we’ve ever been closer. REPORTER: Would you like to say hello to them on television? HENRY: Be better if this was kissovision, but, yeah, can I? REPORTER: Go right ahead. HENRY: Lorraine? Hi, honey. Hi, kids. I got your report cards this morning and I had Radar go out post ’em on the bulletin board here so everybody can see why I’m so darn proud of you. Especially how you’re doing in math. You must get those brains from your mom. Got to be. Old as I am, I still don’t know how many tens to give someone for a five-dollar bill. (TO REPORTER) Thanks. REPORTER: That it? HENRY: That’s it. (TO CAMERA) Except I’m counting the days till we’re back together again. REPORTER: You have any idea when that will be? HENRY: I try not to have too many ideas. There’s always someone who ranks you who’s sure you’ll agree he’s got a better one. REPORTER: When you do finally get home, what are you going to tell your children is the biggest lesson being over here has taught you? HENRY: To always try to work things out, I guess. Whatever those things might happen to be. You don’t make your point killing the other guy. Even if you do it’s kind of wasted if the other guys not around to get the message. REPORTER: You seem – if all may so, Colonel – you seem near exhaustion. HENRY: What I am mostly is tired of being tired. We’re supposed to be a hospital but it’s more like a chop shop around here. We’re up to our elbows in people that other people are doing their best to chop down. REPORTER: That doesn’t lead to a lot of sleep, I would imagine. HENRY: I used to think of sleeping in terms of hours. How many did I get last night, how many will I get to steal tonight. I’m down to minutes now. It’s like somebody broke one hand off the clock. REPORTER: Does that ever affect your performance? HENRY: I fell asleep a few weeks ago in the middle of resecting a patient’s bowel. How’s that for exhausted? REPORTER: Does that fishing hat mean there are those times when you do get to get away from it all? HENRY: What it means is that I have to fish for those times. And let me say, the biting’s pretty poor. REPORTER: Business is too good around here. HENRY: Let’s just say it takes a whole lot longer to take a bullet out of a belly than it does putting one into one. REPORTER: Thank you, sir. HENRY: Can I say one more thing? REPORTER: Of course. HENRY: I just want you to know we all here are grateful for this visit you’ve paid us, this attention you’re paying to the job we’re doing. You get the feeling sometimes, being over here that, aside from our families, we’ve kind of dropped off the planet, that we’ve been kind of disinvited to the party – like everyone back home is busy living their real lives and for us to give them a call when we get back to town. (TO REPORTER) That sound too preachy? REPORTER: It sounded just fine, Colonel. HENRY: Henry. I’m a lot more a Henry than I’ll ever be colonel. REPORTER: Thank you, Henry. HENRY: Tell me the truth: didn’t that feel better? REPORTER: You’re an excellent doctor. HENRY: Hey – that’s why I’m over here getting 300 hundred dollars a month.

#it is the anniversary of gelbart's passing today #henry blake #larry gelbart #mash #mash 4077 #m*a*s*h #mashblr #helen speaks #ive not seen these around tumblr i dont think but sorry if someone has already posted them #mash s4 #mash s04ep25

[loveinhawkins]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 ao3

Eddie stirs into semi-wakefulness at the feeling of his hand being moved—he had been tracing slow, looping spiral patterns across Steve’s palm until he simply couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He makes a small noise of bleary confusion, and he hears Steve whisper, “Shit, sorry, go back to sleep.”

“You okay?” he just about slurs. He pries his eyes open, sees what had woken him—Steve stretching out his arm.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just.” Steve gingerly places his elbow back down on the bed. “Twinges.”

Eddie blinks away sleep, and then he sees it, right in the crook of Steve’s arm: a dark bruise. There’s a sudden prickle on the back of his neck that tells him this isn’t from an IV.

Steve floating, one leg broken. An arm beginning to twist unnaturally at the elbow—

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie says, abruptly wide awake.

“It’s fine, Eddie,” Steve rushes to reassure. “Doctors said it was like… psycho… psycho-something, ‘cause I guess the whole, um, you know, it didn’t technically happen so—”

“Well, fuck what they said,” Eddie says, “I’m literally looking at proof that something happened.”

Steve’s lips tilt upwards into something that’s almost a smile, and Eddie again feels a rush of anger on his behalf: that, when left alone, he’s just accepted whatever dismissive explanation the doctors have given because it’s easier. Even the now expected half shrug he gives seems to say, Don’t fuss.

Eddie’s fingers twitch unconsciously, brushing against Steve’s forearm; he immediately draws back, not wanting to get too close to the bruise.

“It’s okay,” Steve says. “You—you can touch it, if you want.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, man.”

“You won’t.” Another shrug—this one has a more self-conscious air. “Might help, honestly. It’s like a… cold sorta ache.”

Eddie returns his hand to the bed. His fingers barely skim the bruise at first, but when Steve doesn’t flinch, he resumes his touch, lingers. The bruise is slightly raised in the middle, where there’s a vein, and Eddie can feel a strange chill from it; makes him think of taking the plunge at Lover’s Lake, emerging into a nightmare.

Steve relaxes by degrees, exhales slowly. “Yeah, that’s… good. You’re warm.”

Eddie yawns; the repetitive movement is starting to lull him again. “What time s’it?”

Steve winces. “Too early.”

Eddie raises his head slightly, squints at the clock. It’s just gone 3AM. “Ouch.” He settles back, catches Steve’s eye and smiles against the cushion. “Guess I’m gonna have to bore you to sleep, Harrington.”

Steve scoffs. “By talking? Think that’s impossible.”

“Well, I’ve not chosen the topic yet.”

Steve smiles, slow and sweet. There’s a pink mark on his cheek from where he’s leant more into the pillow. “You’d make it interesting.”

Eddie chuckles, feels, for just a moment, unaccountably warm. “Okay, then you talk.”

Steve snorts. “Wow. You saying I’m boring?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie says, and it’s meant to come out teasing, but the early hour of the morning seems to soften it, makes it sincere. “Just meant I already know what you should talk about.”

“Oh?”

“Recite all the movie musicals you own.”

Steve laughs. “Those shitheads,” he says, so fondly. “I can’t believe they found those.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“Hmm, not really. Just some tapes left from my grandparents.” His eyes drift down for a few seconds in silent, distant melancholy, then he adds, “Both sets. Seemed like a waste to get rid of them, so I…” He sighs, laughs a little. “Starting at Family Video reminded me of them again. Me and Rob got through a few before… oh. We were gonna have a marathon at Spring break. Guess we got a little busy.”

“Sorry.”

Steve waves him off, hand barely lifting from the bed. “Don’t be. Kinda par for the course for me, at least.”

“What’s your favourite?”

“Huh?”

“Musical.”

“Oh.” Steve grins. “You gotta guess.”

“What is this, a test?”

“Yup. You get it wrong and a trap door opens underneath you.”

Eddie laughs again. “Careful, Harrington, you sound like a DM.”

“You sound like you’re avoiding taking a guess.”

“Uh, I can’t just jump in, I’ve gotta…” Eddie makes a show of leaning forward to scrutinise Steve.

“Are you analysing me? I’m not that complicated, dude.”

“…Grease,” Eddie says eventually, and Steve laughs through a yawn.

“Nope. Why’d you pick that one?”

“Mostly the hair.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Steve says, rolling his eyes; but he’s smiling, too.

“C’mon, put me out my misery.”

“The Sound of Music.” Steve’s smile turns more thoughtful. “Not even cause of the music, more—Robin put it on one night, and she started laughing, said I had my own little gang of von Trapps.”

Eddie grins. “Yeah, I can see it.”

He resumes his gentle strokes across Steve’s bruise—watches as Steve’s eyes close, feels it when his arm goes slack. He thinks that Steve has fallen asleep until the question is asked.

“Have you… done this before?” Steve opens his eyes, as if sensing Eddie’s confusion. “Like, when I was… when I wasn’t…”

It takes a couple of seconds for it to click. “Oh. Oh, yeah, I…” Eddie trails off, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “You looked, um… in pain, so I…”

It feels like a much bigger thing now that Steve is awake and looking right at him, but Eddie gathers himself, raises his hand to demonstrate.

His fingertips brush across Steve’s forehead, lightly moving stray strands of hair. Steve’s eyes close again—only momentarily, like he’s taking it all in.

“Yeah, that was… I could feel you.” There’s a sudden fragility in his eyes. “It—it helped. Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“No, I… seriously, it… I was trying to… remind myself what it felt like to… to feel things, you know? Like, physically, that I could—that I was still…” He drifts into a silence that Eddie doesn’t dare break before continuing. “I was talking to Nance ‘bout Christmas from a few years ago; I was wearing this stupid sweater that itched, but thank God it did. I remember holding Holly, the weight of her, just…” He draws his non-bruised arm briefly to his chest. “And…” His eyes widen in sudden realisation. “Oh, that’s right, you were—you were talking, weren’t you, while you were playing guitar?”

Eddie’s heart constricts at the reminder. “Yeah, sure was.”

“With Robin, too, right?” At Eddie’s nod, Steve begins to smile again. “Yeah, I could—I could hear you. Thought I was in Scoops at one point.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, me too.”

“Don’t tell Robin, but the Material Girl routine? Totally knew she could see me the whole time.”

Eddie is about to crack a joke about how the secret’s safe with him, but then he sees Steve’s smile slowly fade away.

“What is it?” he asks quietly.

Steve shakes his head—not in answer, looks more like he’s grounding himself. “Just… remembering some…” His eyes move to the door before returning to Eddie. “You said you heard my song on the radio?”

Eddie nods.

“Yeah, I—it was faint, but I could still… It’s just… wherever I was, it was just—not just dark, but there was… nothing, and I couldn’t feel or see or… and before—before you… I thought oh, this is it, this is all there’s…” Steve swallows, voice growing thick. “S’just funny what comes back to… I kept thinking, just… little things, like how I left some of the tapes a mess at work, or how I was never gonna give anyone a ride home anymore, or even just—driving with the radio full blast. Still. Now I can—well, gotta wait a little while, with the cast, but—”

“I’ll drive you,” Eddie says suddenly, and he can’t stop himself from adding, “Any time. Anywhere you wanna… just—just say when.”

Steve’s mouth parts. His hand drifts up, and he blinks, and it’s only then that Eddie notices one subtle tear clinging to his eyelashes.

The moment stretches until Eddie’s vision becomes hazy at the corners, exhaustion muffling the emotion like a blanket.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Steve says eventually.

“Good,” Eddie says, or thinks he says—his eyes have drifted shut of their own accord.

“Night, Eddie.”

“S’morning.”

“Ha. You always need the last word?”

“Mm-hmm. S’an… affliction.”

“Good morning, then.”

Eddie feels Steve’s fingers curl against his palm; sinking down into sleep, he’s too tired to figure out if Steve’s spelling anything at all—but he thinks, even if it’s a nonsense pattern, the meaning is the same.

I’m here. I’m here with you. I’m right here.

#the self sacrificial steve agenda #steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[areyoudreaminof]

Future Rust and Future Dust

Prologue, Chapter 1

While Elain and Lucien have settled into their relationship on the mortal lands, time is running out for Vassa. When Koschei comes for the firebird queen, he also wants his payment. Meanwhile, Beron Vanserra has worked with the Mortal Queens and Koschei for power in Prythian. With the clock ticking, can Koschei and Beron be defeated?

It's here. My very first longfic! I plan to have a chapter every up every Monday.

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The chair was stiffer than he would have liked.

Unreasonably tall and straight backed, it swallowed Greaysen Nolan whole. His head could not clear the top edge while the bottom of his feet barely scraped the floor, and he had been waiting in it for a quarter of an hour. Bouncing his right leg, he stared at his golden pocket watch again. 

The hands seemed to crawl on the mechanical face. There was no magic here, he reminded himself. This was a neutral spot, far from Prythian, deep in a protected corridor in the Arbonne Royal Court. Queen Heloise sat to his right, while the Fae High Lord sat directly across from him. The Baron he was called. His dark brown hair was threaded with silver, though it seemed to clash with his ageless face. Greysen studied the fae male, looking for any resemblance to the red-headed son who’d stolen his bride. He could find nothing.

“So, that’s it, then? Briallyn is dead?” Heloise said, choking on vowels in a way that was deeply unpleasant to Greysen. 

“That’s it. Fell right into a trap and got herself killed. I presume you have split up her lands amongst yourselves?” The Baron asked in a bored tone. 

Heloise drew in a sharp breath. “I thought she had contacts in the Night Court? I thought—” 

The Baron chuckled, “No, Your Majesty, I have contacts in the Night Court. She was a runner. My liaisons answer and report to me.” 

Greysen knew there were spies carefully placed by the Baron throughout the fae lands. There was someone in a library, he remembered vaguely. 

“In any case, Briallyn got too caught up in her own vengeance against the Made female and getting the Cauldron. Had she waited and properly sworn herself, her youth and beauty would have been restored.” The Baron continued, flicking a hand absently, as if he was swatting away a gnat. Perhaps that’s all the crone queen was, Greysen thought, just a gnat. 

Was he just a gnat to them? Greysen wondered. 

As if he had spoken aloud, the Baron’s sneering voice rang in his ears, “Well then, merchant. Have you any new information on the human lands south of the wall? Last I heard, you were having trouble keeping your ships away from the prisons housing Scythian rebels.” The Baron chuckled as his flat brown eyes caught Greysen in their grasp. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?” 

“N-no, Your Grace. My understanding is that those ships were independent merchants, unaligned with the guild. They have no—”

The Baron barked a laugh. “He truly thinks he’d make a good king with that sputtering,” the Baron said to Heloise, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips. “If you hadn’t wasted time fucking your way around the good Queen’s court, you’d have more control over your own ports. Now, let me ask you again. Why are human merchants from your sad strip of land smuggling Scythians out?” 

The Baron raised a colorless brow. 

Greysen took a deep breath and braced himself. “The Mad General and Queen Vassa have made some alliances. Widows of merchants, mostly,” he corrected, as Heloise took in a sharp breath beside him. “All I know is that they’ve taken some political prisoners and rebels from Bharat and Neva. I don’t know where they’ve hidden them, but they haven’t set foot on my shores.” Greysen finished, trying to hold back a twitch. 

The Baron smiled as he gestured to Queen Heloise. “Well, Majesty? Does his explanation satisfy your curiosity?” The queen did not reply, instead casting a scathing look at Greysen, hatred burning in her eyes. 

“No,” Heloise hissed. “If that was all it was, there wouldn’t be riots in Tendukorum. The nomads wouldn’t have pushed back our armies into Rask. Her cousin cannot maintain order. Queen Linnea has pulled her forces out. The rebels must have contact with Vassa!” 

The Baron scoffed at the queen, whose face had turned a deep shade of purple in her fury. “Queen Vassa goes back to the lake in a month's time. When the first snow falls as the Wolf Moon rises,” Beron continued, steepling  his fingers, “I can negotiate for more help with your little…uprising in Scythia. But you, little boy,” he snapped, turning to Greysen, “had better get those nasty little merchants under control. Find the queen’s allies, sink their ships, kill them, I don’t particularly care. If you cannot maintain control, I can easily send a regent down. You wouldn’t want that would you?” 

Greysen gulped. “No, Your Grace,” he whispered. 

“Good.” The Baron took a long sip of wine, much to the queen's annoyance. “Prepare your ships to blockade the coast. Vassa’s recapture must be smooth. Koschei will take her, and I don’t want anyone heading for the taiga or the lake.” The Baron rose from his chair, and Greysen took in just how tall the male was. The Bareon addresses Heloise over his shoulder as he headed for the large oak door: “You can continue your little scuffle with the ponies. I’d suggest putting them down quickly. Rask has become quite impatient.” 

The door swung shut behind him, landing with a thick thud. Though he could not hear, Greysen knew the Baron had vanished back to the fae lands in Prythian. 

“He thinks to make a fool of me, does he?” Heloise whispered with pure venom. “He truly believes Koschei will not help me after all I’ve done for him?” The white powder on her face had bunched up in the lines of her mouth and brows, Greysen noticed. “I gave him Vassa! The Baron knows nothing of her heritage, or how much Koschei wanted her. And I delivered her!”

Heloise slumped down in her chair, clenching the leather arms with white fingers. “Any news of the Scythian rebels?” She asked.

“My mercenaries can’t seem to catch General Batu, but we think he may be hiding in Baharat,” Greysen said. “The Brightons have smuggled most of the Scythian soldiers out, and they’ve set up camp along the Scythian coast. They mean to march on the lake, I think.” Greysen closed his eyes as Heloise roared. He opened them in time to find Heloise crossing the room, the tendons in her neck bulging. She grabbed the crystal decanter of wine hurled it against the wall, glass shattering and wine staining the floral wallpaper. 

“You were meant to take care of this!” Heloise spat, her finger pointed in his chest. “I should have you drawn and quartered! I should have your lands!" She slapped him hard across the face. Greysen ignored the stinging on his cheek. Heloise began to pace the room, steadying her breath. 

“You will kill the Mad General when Vassa is taken. You will do everything in your power to control the little villagers you call people. Am I understood?” Her breath, laced with the stink of hunger and decay, filled his nostrils. A warning.

"Yes, your Majesty. Vassa will be taken to the lake, and I will bring you the Mad General's head." Greysen said, swallowing his fear. "I swear it."

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#elucien #elucien fic #elain x lucien

[michelle-is-writing]

Forgotten Dinner, Johnny Knoxville

Word Count: 1.7k~

Warning: Little bit of angst, forgotten anniversary, sexual themes mentioned

The food in front of me made me sick to my stomach, seeing all of it just sit there without having been touched. A couple hours of putting it all together and setting it up seemed like a waste now as I haven’t even taken a bite of it since I put it on the table. I wanted to wait for Johnny to get home, but even though he had told me he’d be sure to be at home by 6, I still find myself alone as the clock on the stove turns from 10 to 11 pm. Today isn’t our marriage anniversary, but it is the anniversary of the day we met, so I wanted to surprise Johnny with dinner and a new lingerie set I got. It doesn’t help that he’s not answering the phone either, and I’m starting to feel like it all of this was a waste now.

Choosing to head to bed instead of wait up any longer, I put all of the food away in the fridge and lazily toss the dirty dishes in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Just as I reach the hallway, the sound of keys in the door stop me, leaving me to turn toward the front door and watch Johnny walk in. He wears a laughing grin on his face until he sees me by the hallway, still dressed in the velvet dress I picked out for tonight. At the same time, my eyes catch the butterfly bandages stripped across his eyebrow and the several bandages wrapped around his forearm.

“Hi, baby,” he says, an almost awestruck look currently on his face as he takes in my appearance. He certainly looks pleasantly surprised. “You look… fucking fantastic, what are you all dressed up for?” Hearing his words make me smile, but I still feel a small bit of heart ache at the reminder of the food I made and how much planning I put into tonight.

“Um, nothing anymore,” I almost mutter, reaching hand up to mess with the clip in my hair as I look to the carpeted floors. “You told me you were going to be home at 6, what happened?” I can’t help but ask him, crossing my arms in front of me as I swallow down the nauseous feeling in my throat.

“Jeff asked me if I could help film another skit with the guys, so I stayed to help them and kind of hurt myself,” he tells me, still lingering by the front door as he continues looking me up and down with that same facial expression. However this changes in a few moments as an almost scared look takes over him. “I… I think I forgot something important, what did I forget? What is today?” He asks, now closing the door as he begins racking his brain. Before he gets too far, I stop him and simply inform him by reminding him of today’s date.

“It’s the day we met,” I bitterly remind him, watching the color drain from him. My stomach somehow churns even more seeing the guilt take over his face. “You told me you’d be home at six, but it’s eleven now. I made dinner, it’s in the fridge. I think I’m just going to… go take a shower and go to bed,” I say, shaking my head lightly.

Just as I begin to turn to head up to our room, Johnny stops me. “What? I just got home, don’t you want to stay up for a little?” He asks, stepping into the middle of the living room. “Baby I’m so sorry I completely forgot today, please, I’d love to spend time with you.”

In any other moment, I would’ve smiled at the sweet words leaving his lips, but knowing he forgot that today was the day we met and that we had plans makes the smile stay away. “I think I’ve stayed up long enough,” I say to him, turning my face down to the floor again. “Goodnight, Johnny.”

Before he says anymore, I head up the stairs and into our room where I close our door and let my tears fall. He stayed back for the guys on the one night we discussed him being home on time. If only he could’ve done this any other night, then the issue wouldn't be as severe. There have been many nights in the past where Johnny has stayed late on set, but even then, he texted me on those nights to tell me - unlike tonight when he wouldn’t respond to any of my texts or calls.

After locking our bedroom door, I walk into our bathroom and stand in front of the counter. Staring into the mirror, I watch as my mascara slowly rolls down my face, causing me to wipe it away with a tissue. I really liked my makeup and outfit tonight, and I was really looking forward to Johnny seeing me dressed up tonight and how he might react. Although, I was anticipating how he would react to what I have on underneath my dress more.

With a small sigh, I throw the tissue in my hand away before sliding the straps of my dress down with the rest of the material following it. Looking back into the mirror, I run my hands down my lace clad hips and up to the straps of the matching lacy bra. As I adjust the straps to better hold it’s contents, I step back to look at myself in our mirror and smile. At least I like the way I look tonight. The set came with a waist band that connects to the underwear and it only helps to accentuate my waist and hips even more. I was hoping Johnny would enjoy it too.

A loud crash beside me scares me away from the sink and over to the bathroom window that is now open as Johnny clambers through it, putting his upper body through before almost throwing his legs in behind him. At the same time he does this, his head hits the corner of our bathtub, causing a groan to leave his lips as he crumbles on the floor and I rush toward him. Despite my questions over his head, Johnny barely pays attention to his own pain as his focus shifts to my lingerie clad body. “You were wearing that? For me?” He asks, still lying in the floor unmoving as if he were awestruck. “Baby, holy shit, when did you get this set?”

“Johnny, that’s not important!” I exclaim as I get on my knees beside him to observe his head. He didn’t crack it open, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t give himself yet another concussion. “You hit your head!”

“It’s not the first time, don’t worry please,” he reminds me, moving to sit up with a small smile. “I deserve it after making you wait for me all night dressed like this,” Johnny adds, looking me up and down with a sigh. “I’m so sorry, babe, after I got hurt, we sat around and iced all of our injuries. Not to mention, I broke my phone during the fall too,” he further explains, “I’m so, so sorry I forgot about tonight.”

After a few seconds, I sigh and brush the hair away from Johnny’s forehead where a goose egg is already forming. “I wouldn’t say you deserved to hit your head, specifically,” I tell him, “You’re not good at remembering dates, I know that; mostly because of the many times you have hit your head in the past,” My comment earns a guilty smile from Johnny as he turns to look away, knowing he can’t deny it. “But I do wish you would’ve been home earlier.”

“I should’ve been, and I am so sorry, baby,” he apologizes once more, closing his eyes before turning his head back to me. “You have no idea how sorry I am. I hate that I made you wait up, I hate that I’ve made you cry,” he adds, his eyes now open as he moves a hand up to brush against my previously tear stained face. “I’ll start being home by 6 every night, I’ll bring you flowers every week, I’ll let you tase me, whatever you want - please forgive me.”

His offers make me want to giggle, but I want to try and stay as serious as I can for right now. “I have a few ideas,” I tell him, taking his hands in mine before helping him stand up. He doesn’t wobble or anything, which is good; at least he doesn’t seem to have yet another brain injury to add to the long list of previous ones. For a few moments, Johnny looks me up and down like he did when he was on the floor, albeit this time, he doesn’t look so dopey. “Why don’t you start by helping me out of this?”

At my suggestion, he grins. “Of course, but babe,” Johnny starts, letting go of my hands to wrap one arm around my waist while he grabs my leg with his other hand. All the while, I brace myself on Johnny by holding onto his shoulders as he pulls me flush against him, my leg now curled around his hip with his arm keeping it secure there. “Tonight’s all about you, and I know it’s our anniversary but you deserve so much tonight,” he further tells me, sincerity deep in his voice. “I promise, I’ll try my hardest to make it up to you.”

After a few moments, I smile at Johnny. “I’ll hold you to that,” I tell him, earning a smile back from him. “I love you, Johnny, even when your bad memory gets the best of you,” I add, causing him to laugh before connecting our lips. At the same time, he takes his arm away from my waist to pick my other leg up and hold me, causing me to cling to him even more as he begins carrying me to our shared bed. Lying me down on it, Johnny breaks our kiss and pulls away to smile down at me.

“I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, staring at me with a hazed look in his eyes. That is, until a smirk makes its way onto his face. “Now, just relax,” Johnny tells me, his hands sliding underneath the lace of my bra as he perches himself between my legs. “And I’ll show you just how sorry I am.”

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American Royalty. Ch. 3

A Homelander X F! Reader and Dadlander fic.

A/N: Cuz somebody asked 'bout taglist... I'll be including one for those interested, if you want to be in it please leave a comment on the fic and i will include you in the next update as I be working on 'Of the same poisonous ilk' this week thus meaning next ch. of A.R. will come out next week. Plz check My Pin Post for previous chapters!! thxs for reading

Tags: mild gore, angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Three

White.

He followed you for two weeks, in that time he had made up his mind about putting those doubts at rest– he knew Helena wasn’t his. She looked nothing like him. You had to have been lying about the V, some clever ruse that you came up with on the spot, but that doubt now cemented itself, digging and clawing deeper in his brain… that perhaps he had been  mistaken.

So he followed you, making notes about your predictably sad routine– you worked six days a week. The hours varied but you were always working (except for saturdays and most sundays you only did half days), you worked at Lucci’s four days, and as a cook and waitress at a local diner five days for really short shifts at a time either mornings or nights, it was frankly a nightmare to follow. Your skills almost wasted as you broke your back making corned beef sandwiches and serving tables. You usually seemed to make it home by 9 pm, and Kaleem (your boss) and his wife took care of your kid, you seemed close to the family of four that or they liked that your daughter tutored their kids for free, even their 17 year old relied on her, your neighbor also babysat in exchange for dog food and groceries, and money on the occasion.

Your daughter attended a local public school, already attending tenth grade at her tender age. Usually making her own way home or heading straight to your boss’s house, it was bizarre and frightening to see such a small child walk alone in dangerous Brooklyn streets but she didn’t seem afraid in the least, Homelander wouldn’t dare Ryan do that in Manhattan, he could see the tabloids headlines and a dozen dangers.

She entered a small park, resting by a bench for an awfully long time just not doing much until she looked up and stared back at the sky, she waved her tiny hand at Homelander, aware of what building he had been watching her from.

Helena scooted over giving him an open invitation, something he nervously accepted.

That day after seeing you for the first time, he had done his homework ordering a crew of interns to canvas all files for information partaning every child that was given compound V around the time of Helena’s birth, to check any discrepancies in old inventory records, and cctv footage that remained of those days to see if they’ve been altered, he worked them past clock off hours, and after a week they’d come empty handed, no child was given V that matched her description, he had found the hospital you’ve given birth and found no record of Vought’s grimy fingers, nor of any rogue scientist feeding kids V that was operating or suspected to operate around that time, His team also found that you never entered Helena on any casting calls, pageants or events. She had no superhero name registration or trademark, Vought manager or caseworker, or appeared on Vought’s records in any capacity, he clung to hope that maybe the information would come to light but the twenty people on the case were having no luck.

He entered the lab where a young recruit who had the least to lose handed him the results. He dared not read them outloud and instead took a step back as Homelander slumped against the wall.

So here he was staring at this little girl.

“You’ve been following my mother. I don’t really understand nor care much, but following me is a tad creepy, sir.”

“Could you hear me from over there?” He asked surprised, trying to look imposing with his stiff shoulders.

“I sensed you… I keep my radar on when heading home, that way I can keep an eye for treats– in the absence of super senses.”

“What sort of treats?” he said with ignorant concern.

“You don’t come down to the projects very often, do you?” She found his stiff posture interesting, wondering how much of it was habit versus the suit– so how may I help you?”

“I had some business with your mother.”

“Then how does it pertain to me?” she scoffed.

“Your mother never registered you with Vought. All super-abled children whether they choose to pursue this career or not– have to be registered at some point. I couldn’t find any records of a Helena L/N or your Superhero persona”

She chuckled lightly.

“Sure. That’s something the boss handles instead of some mid-level intern… So you think my mother stole some compound V while she was under your employment? I guess after a bunch of Supervillains began to come out of thin air– it is concerning that there’s unregistered Supe’s wandering around.” She stands up– If my mother had stolen compound V for profit do you think we would be living in this place?” She leaned back trying to control that shit eating grin teasing her lips.

“A cover story.”

“I think I was right about you.” She fixes her backpack, jumping off the bench, he follows her as she begins to walk away– "I always liked A-Train more than you. Out of the whole lot you look the most maladjusted, sir.”

“You have quite the mouth there, little missy.” His irritation was more than visible, he scrunched his hand, and the girl could only raise a corner of her thin lips in disbelief– "Your mother failed to teach you manners didn’t she?”

“I have manners. I reserve them for people who aren’t peeping toms, you clown.”

Homelander eyes glittered red, trying to control his anger, he looked away, squeezing his eyes– she was just a little girl with a mouth afterall, she could afford to be a brat.

As she walked away before he could take a step to pull her– Helena had disappeared. Everything about her was gone, he looked around finding nothing, the air hadn’t been pushed so she hadn’t run at hyper speed, he looked up to see if she had taken flight finding nothing, not even a shadow out of place– she had simply vanished.

He was left perplexed, his senses unable to pick up on anything nearby.

He was back at the tower, looking at the pile of documents they had gathered of you, your finances were a wreck, he hadn’t even remembered asking for any of these things done to you. His chest heavy as he noted just how thorough Vought had been, but that meant nothing, he had money to spare. Helena had a bad mouth but what child wouldn’t be hardened by living in the slums? What child wouldn’t come out damaged if they lived so poorly and without a father? By a mother that had done nothing but neglect them. 

He could fix it.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, entering his father’s studio as he read– I saw this movie was out and I thought…”

“Just work, tiger.” He pushed his work down– we can go see a movie… let me see if Ashley can reserve the cinema for us.”

That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but it was something.

Homelander could barely contain his excitement, he was certain Ryan would be happy when he could deliver the news.

Now he was at your workplace once again, just an hour before opening. It was only you, another cook and your boss doing all the prep-work, he was out in the back as you stood out to drop some rubbish, your apron covered in flour and you reeked of san marzano tomatoes and shampoo.

“We need to talk.” He said firmly.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You said weakly, feeling bile burning at the bottom of your throat– I… I have to go.”

“Helena is my daughter so we need to talk.”

You froze, your eyes so wide they could pop out of their sockets if you opened them any further, you looked at the door and closed it wishing nobody else heard him, not even the rats and roaches.

“There’s nothing to discuss. I told you… I told you back then she was yours! And you ruined my life for it!” 

“Don’t be so dramatic, I just dumped you.” he waved his arms to match his scoff– now–

“You… You… You don’t remember what you did? God I really didn’t matter to you…” You couldn’t hold back the flow of tears– You took everything from me!!”

The gap between you two was broken by your own feet, your knees shook but hatred kept you standing.

“You had me blacklisted from every fucking restaurant in the country! Most of my savings were frozen by the fucking FBI over some bullcrap investigation, and I still can’t even touch my own fucking money!! My insurance was canceled somehow! and then your fucking company bought my apartment building and evicted me!!” You growled and shouted, your spat on his face as you pushed him to no avail– I was pregnant living in my fucking car with a few thousand dollars in the most expensive city in the world!!”

Homelander had nothing to say, feeling the spit drip down his cheek.

“I… I lost everything. And just to hurt me you made Helena a Supe… did it make you happy? Did it make you happy when I had to sleep in a shelter with a newborn and 30 thousand dollars in debt!?” You took a step back trying to clean the tears clinging to your eyes– You don’t get to talk about my daughter.”

“The one you barely see.”

“WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THAT!!?” you pulled on his suit forcing him to see you straight in the eyes– We got nothing to talk about. Helena is mine, you abandoned her! you don’t get to waltz into her life as if you deserve it after all you did! She doesn’t need you! Not when all the pain you cause wasn’t worth it”

“I didn’t know I could have children.”

Becca had looked at him with fear and disgust more than anger, but your words reminded him of her, he had made a mistake then, now Ryan had to live with the weight of killing his mother. Had he played his cards less impulsively, she would have relented. 

“I was told I was infertile. That I had nothing down there, not even wonky swimmers! Why would I believe you…?” He bit his lip grabbing your hands as he had gently done so in the past– my whole life I was told I could never have a family, the one thing they failed to do when they made me… until I discovered Ryan… back then… back then I–

“Don’t touch me.” You pulled your hands but his grip is solid– I don’t want to listen to you.”

“I am sorry!”

His eyes were hurt, he softened his grip as you took your bruised hands back.

You wanted that apology but this wasn’t it. It didn't matter at the end, you wanted him gone but you would regret this later, as you saw those hurt blue eyes, all you saw was his daughter, it was as if she had a copy of his expression tattooed on her dna.

“... Come to my house by midnight tonight…”

You left him there.

Thinking of Helena’s tear filled blues.

You were becoming insane, the whole day at work you stayed silent, quietly building pies and cutting pizza, just another busy day. Calling the diner telling them Helena’s sitter had called in sick, and nobody could watch you kid.

Helena seemed happy to have the extra time with you even if all she did was do her homework and listen to some free college classes that she had somehow managed to enroll in (probably thanks to her teachers) while you watched TV. You looked at the recording discussing thermodynamics which she seemed to be struggling with. By ten she was in bed and you waited, finding yourself baking a Torta della Nonna while waiting for a man you weren’t sure would show up, taking a short nap until something tapped at your foot.

“Helena…?” you said groggily.

“No.”

Looking at him in your home woke you up harder than an earthquake, you jumped on your feet quickly to make distance.

“You could knock on the door! Did… Did you come through the window?”

“Didn’t want to wake up Helena.” 

“Please don’t pretend you suddenly care about her. Look… I will listen to you… I need to know why you made her a Supe.” your words are low but fast.

You took to the kitchen, taking a small pot, honey and saffron.

“I want to know what you want so YOU can move on, and leave us alone.”

He stood by the entrance arms tucked behind his back with a look of indignation, as you took the milk out of the fridge.

“I made cake… still like milk?”

You heated the milk, infusing it with a pinch of saffron and a dash of honey, you seemed happy to serve this, this was what you served Helena when she had too many bad days.

“Helena is a very special girl… she’s so smart but I think she’s lonely. Her powers make it hard for her to have friends, being a super genius makes it hard for her to relate to kids… then on top of that there are the other powers– she really lucked out there but I can’t afford to make her into a Supe.  You wasted your time there.”

She was your pride, you wanted to bolster to anybody about how special your daughter was, she was all you had after all, the only thing that kept you going. You wanted to shove it in his face just all the good that he had thrown away, and will never experience.

“She can teleport.” He said taking the cup, the taste was sweet and delicious, it would help him sleep soundly tonight– pretty impressive.”

“Teleport?” You look puzzled then your head shakes as you laugh lightly– no, silly. She can’t teleport. I gathered you talked to her– don’t do that again. But… no she can’t teleport… Helena can turn invisible like Translucent but better… She can make her clothes invisible too, and make psionic force fields. What you witnessed was her putting herself in an invisible bubble and making the bubble float away from you.”

You tried to contain the panic inside you with a stiff grin, boasting calmed you down.

“I didn’t hear her heartbeat.” He argued back.

“What happens in the bubble stays in the bubble… including sounds. Trust me I’d sat down and watched her experiment.” 

“That’s impressive.” He smiled proudly.

“Until she runs out of oxygen.” you moved past him wishing you had space for a dining table, all you had in your living room was a coffee table, your couch, the TV and two large floor cushions, you and Helena ate on the floor in front of the TV and your seating options felt too intimate but alas is the floor– she has two types of force fields…”

“Can she fly?”

“Technically no but yes if you ask her, the second type of bubble… she can float inside it, but I won’t let her test the limits of the bubble.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want my daughter to end up splattered all over the sidewalk!” you hissed.

Homelander followed you, taking his place on the floor too excited to talk about this to care about being asked to sit like a dog 

“So she’s out there with the best… When she was three she told me her superhero name was ‘Ghost Girl’ but that died quickly. So it's your turn to talk, Homelander.”

Homelander was unsure where to begin, taking a long sip of his drink, you had stopped calling him by his name, you had taken John and made it your own, but he had taken it back as he ended it all.

So he told you quite a story, about how he learned about Ryan, about all the secrets Vought had kept from him, how they had kept Ryan trapped in a cage, about the lies he told you about his parents, and his actual upbringing. You sat in silence unable to respond as he told you the horrific things he endured with a straight face, as if you were speaking to somebody else, about how much he had wanted a family and about how he felt when he believed you’d betray him.

Homelander had been happy, he thought he had finally found somebody to have a life with, he was angry, he wanted to hurt you, and after it was all done he pushed your memory aside.

But above all how he now regretted it all.

“I was awful to you, but now that Vought belongs to me that means they will never hurt Helena.”

You stared at him coldly.

“So Ryan was born with powers… So no matter what– Helena would have always had powers?”

“I don’t know. Her powers are nothing like mine, and she’s still young so she might…”

“God I certainly hope not. Look I’m sorry all of those things happened to your son, and you. I’m glad Helena is safer now, and I thank you for that— but cut to the chase. What is it that you want? You want me to tell her about you? She never wanted a father, heck I don’t think she needs me!” You snapped, trying to force the empathy out of your system.

“Why would you say that?”

“Helena is… different… I dunno what is happening in her mind ever.”

It stung to say those things, your love for her didn’t change things, but it was a pervasive thought you endured… awful thoughts about your daughter.

“Helena was a quiet baby… hardly ever cried. I took her to several doctors and nobody could figure out why my baby didn’t cry, why she seemed to live inside her mind, why she always stared at nothing… When she started to talk, the more she absorbed, the more she learned, the less of a baby she became– my daughter is an adult trapped in a baby’s body.” You took a quick bite but it was hard to swallow– the first time she showed her powers… the force fields… we were walking home when some drive-by took place. We had only gone for a stroll, I wanted to save on gas so we walked to the grocery… we… when the bullets stopped in front of my own eyes.”

You could see that sunny afternoon so vividly, the random kids doing their thing until some gray car drove by, the thunderous sound of bullets, and a wounded boy staring at the bullet that would’ve taken his life had your daughter’s forcefield hadn’t enveloped the whole sidewalk.

With a slight flick of her wrist the bullets were returned, two men lost their lives and one was wounded, the group of kids on your sidewalk survived and the boy who almost bled out, your boss’s nephew helped you get your job.

“Helena didn’t care.”

Those two lifeless bodies rotting slowly before you, hadn’t mattered to her, she simply scoffed and asked if the police were going to arrest her before the ice cream melted.

Homelander now had something to work with in terms of records but he didn’t need them anymore.

“I love her… but I worry she’s…”

“She just needs to be with more of her kind. Y/N I want to offer you a job… your job back…”

“No.” You jumped back on your heels– I don’t want anything to do with you, Homelander.”

“I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes I did with Ryan and her mother! I want to be in her life and you need me to be in her life…” He bore his fangs– with her powers you cannot provide her with the future she deserves. You would never clean enough tables and scrape enough tips to get her what she deserves–

“So you’re just going to wave money at me and act like that fixes everything?” There was so much disgust in your face, even he grew silent– I… I don’t want your money and I’ll make sure Helena has all she needs, if you want to give me money why don’t you start by unfreezing MY bank accounts so I can move the fuck out of this place! If you are so concerned about your daughter’s wellbeing all of a sudden… then let me take care of her.” You growled at him.

“Would that be enough for you to let me be in her life?” He looked so vulnerable right now trying not to anger you further– If you take… if you take the job at Vought you’ve making four times what you make at your two jobs”

“I don’t want to owe you anything.”

You hated yourself, your ego and your honor had been bruised and never healed, you clung to those broken limbs hoping you had it in you to deny him but that look in his eyes and his crazy story told you he wasn’t ever going to stop until he got you to agree.

You knew what man he truly was, you could still see the red, hear his screams and the smell of blood. For once you had to be a hypocrite.

“... You… You can’t tell her… until… until I think it is okay… I won’t work for you… not the job that you’re offering me… I can quit my second job and take yours part-time. I’ll choose my days! Only three days tops, same pay! and Helena can have access to Vought training resources and daycare.” You sank on your shoulders– her powers are only going to get stronger and if she ever loses control… it’ll be my fault if somebody gets hurt again.”

The request was absurd but Homelander was on his feet taking your hand, a beam in his eyes and a shaky smile.

“Your son… he might take it badly if you suddenly bring another kid saying is his sister, you have to be gentle or he’ll get hurt. We can try figure this out… just don’t hurt my kid or yours.”

Your concern was genuine, and his heart began to melt as he saw the worry in your eyes for a child that wasn’t yours.

“Thank you… can… can I come tomorrow to discuss the details?”

You nodded, unable to look at him in the eyes any further, shocked when you received a strange short lived hug, as he parted and headed to the door where your daughter slept soundly, he peered through the crack for quite some time.

You hated him but you couldn’t deny you needed the help, he owed you seven years of child support, he had made you sleep in your car, he had made you fearful of sleep as you slept in shelters and filled you with shame as you jumped from couch to couch with the world's quietest baby.

So he had his usefulness, money wouldn’t fix anything but it would make Helena's life easier.

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fixable — b.h

billy hargrove x reader (gender neutral)

tw: cursing

inspired by a prompt from @babyprincessharrington <3 thank you!

in which billy makes a surprise visit to the reader after a breakup

a/n: first billy ficcc hope it’s not too awful 🫶🏻

the clock reads 2am as you’re finally in bed, ready to try and sleep the edge off, nothing but the white noise of your bedroom filling your ears.

it’s november, and although no windows are open, the atmosphere is cold enough to slink its way under your walls and into all throughout the house. the bone dried broken autumn leaves still falling even in glistening moonlight.

your boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend billy, snapped your heart in two only a month ago today. prior events were seeming to make this the hardest fall of your life, in more ways than just the weather.

you knew billy, though, and that just didn’t make sense. was he having another episode? with thoughts crowding your minds forefront, you’re brought back to reality by a startling knock on your window.

you knew of only one person who’d dare try and enter through your hellscape of a window. at 2am? in november? ‘guess it had to be serious.

another knock. “i’ve had a long day and you’re about to either be a waste of my time or the object of my tantrum. i’m calling the latter,” you say, as you pry open your window to find a dirty blonde mullet and a dangling earring.

“no need for all that, sweetness,” he calls as he pushes past you into your dark and quiet bedroom. you scoff and gently pull the window down, securing the cold to stay outside and not in.

“what the hell are you doing here,” it’s more of a statement, more disbelief than genuine concern.

“truth be told,” he pauses as he lights up a cigarette he extracts from his brown leather coat, “i’m not sure.”

this was so typical. wasting your time like this when it could be spent doing something much more fitting of the hour; sleeping.

“go to hell.”

“i’ll have to see you there then,” he slinks closer, gently placing a hand to your waist.

you scowl, the domino effect beginning as his face twists into a smile, knowing he’s done the right thing to garner a reaction. “do you know if hell has spots for shitty boyfriends? oh i’m sorry,” you mockingly clear your throat, “ex boyfriends?”

you stand there, eyes blazing as you stare up into his deathly glare. no ones a match for those blue eyes. no one.

he scoffs. “come on, y/n, don’t be like that,”

the new fallen silence consumes the room as he looms over you, dread clear in his expression, confusion clear in yours.

you suck in a deep breath and look down before you speak, knowing your next words might cause a riff. “you should leave, bill.”

you refuse to look up. what, meet his damned eyes that you’d never be able to look away from if given into? he couldn’t keep doing this. running back after he’d cooled off whether it be an hour later or a month later, this time the latter.

your thoughts are disrupted as he takes a hand and slowly lifts your chin with it, forcing you to meet his eyes.

your eyes are glossed over and you hope he can’t tell. the last thing he needs is to know you’re showing a sign of weakness. you’d hate for him to feel bad although you know deep down he should.

“i,” he stops short, not being able to continue his thought. squeezing his eyes shut, it’s as if he wants to tell you, but knows it wouldn’t be like him to. you press, hoping he’ll be willing to break the image for just a second, “what, bill?”

you lightly press a hand to his chest, showing him you’re at least attempting to break up some of the tension in the dim room.

“i can’t keep kissing strangers pretending they’re you.”

regret etching onto his features practically instantly after the words leave his mouth.

the air in the room suddenly feels exceptionally heavy. what did he just say?

“billy,”

he removes his hand from your chin and turns his back to you in a panicked motion, “no, y/n, don’t. spare me the pity bullshit.”

a single tear escapes your eye as you stand there facing his back, knowing once he turns around his old habits of wanting to protect you at all times will kick in.

“no billy listen,” your voice breaks against your will and in an instant, he’s turned around, remorse written all over his face.

you quickly clear your throat and wipe your cheek, hoping he didn’t get too good of a look.

“y/n,” he takes a couple steps, until he’s directly in front of you, his eyes meeting yours. the distance between you mere inches.

“billy, i don’t know what you want anymore,” your voice merely a whisper, hands curling into fists as the rage you’ve felt the past month threatens to spill out into the thin space dividing you both.

he closes his eyes, sighing. you two being so close yet not touching in any sense only adding to your anger. why won’t he just look at you? is he ashamed?

“damnit billy fucking look at me,”

“i can’t ok!” he throws his hands up and lets them land on his face, covering his eyes.

“and why’s that?”

“because i fucked up and i don’t think i can fix it this time. that’s all i do. fuck up and expect it to not reap any consequences.”

he runs his hand over his mouth, refusing to let his eyes drift up and meet yours.

you stand there, now with some distance between the two of you as he leans against your dresser.

“you know that with us,” you begin to inch closer to him, causing him to look up and meet your eyes as you settle directly in front of him, “it’s always fixable.”

your eyes ache with unshed tears at this sight of him, clearly beating himself up and probably having done so since the night he broke it off.

he had never cared for anyone the way he did you. he was always afraid he was doing it wrong, or he’d fuck up and there were lots of those times, but he was learning. and he never let that stop him from attempting to be the best he could to you.

you place a hand to his jaw and let another tear fall, except you don’t realize it’s fallen until he reaches up and swipes it with his hand.

without saying another word, billy stands up from his previous slumped position on the dresser, and wraps you into a tight hug, clearly stemmed from his spoken fear of not being able to fix things and possibly losing you for good this time.

slowly but surely, you hug back, placing your arms around his middle.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x reader

[torreshalstead]

I’ll show you mine - Part 1

Summary - He didn’t fit. His clothes were too nice, his hair too neat, he was raising all the red flags for Hailey. She didn’t think he was part of the crew she was trying to take down, but why else would he be in such an establishment on a random Tuesday night? But then he muttered the words into her ear that she had least expected - ‘I’m police’.

Chapters - 1/3

Notes - I’ve wanted to write an undercover Upstead first meet fic for ages so here it is! It spiralled into more than a oneshot so it’s split into three parts, happy reading! ❤️ AO3 Link

Hailey lifted her glass to her mouth but the liquid only brushed against the seam of her lips before she placed it down again. No one was watching her close enough to see that the whiskey in her glass hadn’t decreased in the past hour. She was on the clock and whiskey was not conducive to remaining alert.

Her eyes scanned across the room again making mental notes as she did so. In the far corner was a black haired man in his 40’s nursing a beer whilst playing with a wedding band. The table opposite the jukebox was home to a couple whose drinks had remained untouched for the past twenty minutes, their mouths preoccupied with devouring each other. Other patrons were scattered around the room, the standard haunts for a drinking establishment on a Tuesday night.

‘Another for you Kelly?’ The barkeep said, knowing the answer would be no like it had been every other time he had asked.

‘Not for me Sam, but thanks,’ she said with a wink. He must have been only just over 21 himself, probably in his first job. Little did he know that the man who ran the payroll, was running cocaine cut with battery acid throughout the South Side and Hailey was trying to gather enough evidence to bring him down. There were already too many bodies they could tie to this guy.

It had been slow going. She had been coming to this bar every night for the past week, getting on first name basis with Sam until she learnt that he knew nothing. His poor attempts at flirting was all she had gotten out of him. They knew from previous recon that the owner of the bar, River Harrison, did show up on occasion and the team's plan was to either get something on the wire to incriminate him or Hailey was going to turn on the charm and they were going to go black ops and load him into the back of a van with some jumped up charges when she lured him outside.

But since she had started frequenting the bar, they hadn’t seen sight nor sound of him. She was starting to wonder if they, or more specifically she, had been made.

Just as she was thinking of wrapping it up for the night, the door behind her opened. Glancing at a strategically placed mirror on the bar, she saw who had entered. He was tall, closely cut hair - ex-army if Hailey had to guess. She watched as his green eyes scanned the bar before clearly settling on her. She kept her eyes straight forward - Kelly wasn’t interested in chatting anyone up or being chatted up.

‘This seat taken?’ The man asked, his voice silky smooth with a born and bred Chicago accent.

Hailey glanced round and shrugged, he seemed a little out of place for an establishment like this, although his outfit was casual enough, the blue jeans and black t-shirt with a khaki green button down. He had an air of confidence about him that those who drink alone on a week night don’t normally possess.

‘I shall take that as a no then,’ he smirked and settled down on the stool next to hers.

‘Free country,’ she said nonchalantly, turning her attention back to the television screen above the bar.

‘I could buy you a drink,’ he suggested.

‘You could but considering I haven’t finished this one, it’s likely to go to waste,’ she said cooly, her eyes flicking down to the mirror and immediately back up to the television when she was met with his emerald eyes shining directly back at hers in its reflection.

‘Well if you decide to finish it, you let me know,’ he said with a grin. He proceeded to order a beer and when he picked it up to drink, Hailey noticed another thing. His nails were perfectly clean and trimmed, also unusual. This bar didn’t usually house the most neatly manicured of men. She hoped her button cam was picking up enough of an image that she could run it at the district, he was raising all the red flags with her.

Having someone sit directly next to you when you were trying to run surveillance wasn’t the easiest, especially when he seemed intent on trying to engage her in conversation even as Hailey continued to shrug off his advances.

‘So come here often?’ He said on the third attempt, all his previous attempts had fallen flat with her being able to provide a yes or a no answer that allowed the conversation to stall.

Hailey scoffed, ‘that’s the line you’re going with?’

‘Well it got more of an answer out of you than any of my other ones did,’ he smirked again. The kind of smirk that you either wanted to slap off of a guy's face, or grab it with both hands and smash your lips into theirs. Hailey wasn’t sure which one of those she wanted to do although neither were professional when she was on the clock. Unfortunately.

‘Touché’ Hailey said, raising her glass to his and tipping the amber liquid against her lips again. His eyes were fixed on her as she did so and she saw something flash across his eyes as she lowered her glass again. She definitely needed to get back to the district and run this guy through the system.

‘I’m Ryan, not that you asked,’ he smirked again, lifting his own drink to his mouth. Mirroring her however, he didn’t appear to drink a single drop. The liquid line remained where it had been previously when he rested it against the bar top.

‘Kelly,’ she said simply. Ryan. She didn’t think there was a Ryan on River’s payroll, they knew all of his major lieutenants but maybe they had missed someone. This guy was giving off all the indications that he was here for a reason and she didn’t think that reason was the beer he clearly wasn’t drinking.

‘Kelly,’ he repeated as if he was testing her name on his tongue. ‘Pleasure.’

She hummed in response.

‘So you didn’t answer my question Kelly,’ Ryan persisted. She had to give him points for trying anyway.

‘And what question would that be,’ she said, finally relenting and turning to face him, resting her chin on her fist as her elbow lent atop the counter. She’d probably regret it later when her white sweater was stained with years of spilt drinks.

‘Do you come here often?’

‘On occasion,’ she said.

‘And is tonight any specific occasion?’ He asked, his smirk still firmly fixed to his face as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

‘Just a Tuesday that needed some whiskey,’ Hailey shrugged. She couldn’t work out what information he was trying to get out of her. If he was one of River’s men and they had the bar under surveillance then he would already know she had been in every night. But when he had walked in, he had not seemed prepared to see her at the bar or else he wouldn’t have scanned the room first.

‘And a chat from a handsome man,’ he winked at her and although a strange man winking at her in a bar would normally make her skin crawl, this made her cheeks redden.

‘If you find one, send him my way would you,’ she sassed back, raising an eyebrow and pulling her own lips into a smirk.

‘You wound me Kelly,’ Ryan said, feigning pain and clutching at his heart with his hand that remained free from the bottle of beer he still hadn’t taken a single sip from.

‘Let me know if you need me to call you an ambulance,’ she had to stop herself from chuckling at her own words. Serves the guy right for trying to flirt with her when she was busy.

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When Hailey exited the bathroom with the intent of heading back to her seat, she was pulled to the side into the shadows of the bathroom corridor. A firm body was pressed against hers into the wall and she tensed herself to fight back. The body was definitely larger than hers, broader, but she’d taken down bigger men, she doubted this one would be a problem.

‘Don’t shout, I’m police.’ It was the dulcet tones of Ryan and those were the last words she expected him to whisper into her ear.

‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,’ she responded and she felt him take her hand and slide it under his shirt. To anyone walking past it would look like two intoxicated strangers fumbling with each other in the hallway. In reality, Hailey felt her fingers graze against his warm skin and then come into contact with a wire.

Shit.

He was police.

Well at least her instincts that he didn’t fit in at the bar had been correct.

She took his own hand and slid it under her shirt and up to the wire that was taped between her breasts.

‘So Kelly, are we getting out of here?’ He said, his mouth only an inch away from her ear.

‘I think that’s probably the most sensible thing you’ve said all evening,’ she whispered back, retracting his hand from her chest but then firmly linking his fingers with his. They didn’t know if there was a camera at this position in the bar but he had instigated their rendezvous and they needed to continue the act until they were certain they weren’t being watched.

She tugged him back into the bar and waved flirtily to Sam.

‘See you tomorrow Sam,’ she winked at him.

‘Bye Kelly,’ he said, his tone slightly disappointed to see her walking out of the bar that was someone that wasn’t him.

She giggled, she hated playing the giggly drunk but it seemed appropriate now, and she felt Ryan pull her into his side.

‘Yes bye Sam,’ he said over his shoulder and Hailey could only imagine the look on the young bartender's face.

When they had left the bar, it was her turn to push him against the wall. Under the guise of attaching her lips to his neck, which did look very tempting, she whispered against his lightly freckled skin.

‘Is your team near?’

She felt him nod and his hand buried itself in her hair, pulling her head up and bringing her ear nearer to his own lips.

‘Parked a block away, yours?’

She shook her head and pulled herself away from him, ‘your place or mine?’ She asked with a wink.

‘Mine,’ Ryan said, tugging on their still linked hands and leading her towards a blacked out panel van. It hadn’t been parked outside the bar when she had arrived or she would have noticed it, she had noted every car parked within a 100 foot radius of the bar.

‘After you,’ he said with a smirk and pulled open the door so she could climb in.

She was met with the perplexed looks of two officers, a young woman who she guessed was about her own age and an elderly cop who Hailey imagined was edging closer to retirement as every minute passed.

She heard the door shut behind her and turned to face Ryan.

‘Okay, so debrief now?’ Ryan asked.

‘Probably for the best,’ she agreed, ‘you can start.’

‘Okay,’ Ryan said, taking a seat on the small bench at the side of the van leaving Hailey to take up residence on the only remaining stool. With 4 grown adults in the back of the van it was quite a tight squeeze. ‘Detective Jay Halstead,’ he said with a smile. It wasn’t the same smirk he had given her at the bar, this was genuine, his white teeth shining and his emerald eyes glistening under the fluorescent lights. ‘This is Officer Burgess and Detective Olinsky,’ he gestured at his van mates in turn. ‘The Intelligence Unit got intel that the owner of the bar isn’t just in the liquor business so we decided to come and stake it out. You didn’t fit, too clean, too put together for a bar like that so I thought you might have been a member of his crew. We knew he had a couple of key lieutenants but hadn’t been able to dig in any further to be able to rule you out. I took a shot,’ Jay chuckled. ‘Sorry for the corridor,’ he added and she brushed it off, choosing to ignore how her heart had quickened as his hand had skimmed under her shirt and across her skin.

‘You’re fine. Okay so I’m Detective Upton, Hailey, with the Narcotics Unit. We had a similar piece of intel and it’s worse than just pushing the stuff, it’s being cut with battery acid and we’ve already had confirmed fatalities linked to it. So I’ve been staking out the place for the past week. We know Harrison drops in on occasion though we don’t have any evidence that the bar is used as a front to move product, more as a legitimate business to run the money through.’ This seemed to be news to the other occupants of the van so the female officer, Burgess, scribbled the notes down. ‘Technically I’m off book tonight, nothing has happened in the past week and my officers were tired so I gave them the night off and came anyway. Before you lecture, I was purely on an observation mission.’ She looked over at Jay, ‘I also thought you didn’t fit but hadn’t planned to drag you into a darkened corner to find out,’ she chuckled. ‘I was just going to run you through the system tomorrow.’

‘Fair enough,’ Jay said calmly, his eyes still sparkling as he looked at her, ‘so the bartender, Sam?’ He asked.

‘Is just a bartender,’ Hailey shrugged. ‘I thought he was in on it at the start, but he’s just a kid trying to earn money for his mother’s medical bills.’ Sam had admitted as much to her on only her second night in the bar, she felt sorry for him but apart from tipping him well, there was nothing she could do currently.

‘So the plan?’ Olinksy asked, ‘because no offence to the pair of you but listening to you flirt on the wire was painful.’ Hailey felt the blush creep up her cheeks and watched Jay smack him across the shoulders.

‘Well we’ve already left for the night now so it would be weird for us to go back in on the off chance that this Harrison shows up,’ Jay said and Hailey agreed with a nod.

‘So we can regroup in the morning and join up?’ She suggested.

‘Your Sargeant will go for that?’ Jay said, he seemed shocked that she had suggested a collaborative effort for some reason.

‘If it gets the case solved quicker than yeah, why will yours not be?’ She questioned and heard Olinksy scoff from behind her.

‘I’ll handle him,’ Jay said firmly, his eyes flicking between hers and Olinksy. ‘We are based out of the 21st, see you at 8?’

‘See you then,’ she said and made a move to open the door back onto the street.

‘Do you want a lift?’ Jay asked quickly.

‘My car is parked on the next block,’ she said with a smile. ‘See you at the 21st.’ And with that she opened the door and headed back into the brisk Chicago night but somehow the cold didn’t bother her like it had earlier.

#upstead #Hailey upton #jay halstead #Chicago pd #upstead fanfiction #one Chicago #chicago pd fanfiction #upstead fic #chicago pd fanfic #upstead fanfic #chicago pd fic

[trsrina]

hiii!! i love ur blog is so pretty ~ can i request angst w a mix of fluff for jihoon from trsr ? thank you in advance <3

ofc!! thank you so much 😭😭

MIDNIGHT Treasure Jihoon

written in second person pov, gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, angst warning!! anxiety in a relationship? wc : 565

another sleepless night with your mind clouded by thoughts that keep you up, different possibilities entering your head.

turning over to face the digital clock that sits on your bedtime table, the glowing of the number ‘00:00’ comes into your vision.

you have college in six hours yet you’re still wide awake, talk about sleep deprivation. as your mind wanders off, you think about your boyfriend, jihoon, he’s probably still in the practice room, practicing for his upcoming stages.

that was also one of your many worries that keep you up, your boyfriend being an idol, you have your insecurities but the thought of you just being a waste of your boyfriend’s time and how he could do so much better than you like how others tell you.

just in time, it seems that your boyfriend decided to have a late night visit or it’s an intruder as you hear your front door open with footsteps towards your bedroom.

it’s 12 in the morning and you simply don’t have any energy left to check if it’s jihoon or an intruder that could possibly murder you, if death decides to welcome you then let it be.

“good morning, sleeping beauty, why are you still awake?” the familiar voice of the man of your dreams rings in your ears, you automatically sit up to welcome him in your arms, feeling the warmth of his body which is from the sweat from his vigorous practices.

“nothing, just thinking of stuff, what are you doing here? you must be tired from practice. you should’ve gone straight to the dorms,” you worriedly said as he held your hands, comfortably getting into your bed though he’s covered in sweat and kinda stinks.

“what was going on in your pretty mind?” jihoon lays beside you, playing with your messy hair with his hands, staring in your glistening eyes.

noticing the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, jihoon knew something was wrong, “what’s wrong? you can tell me,” he caressed your hair, hoping to give you as much comfort as he can.

“it’s just,” before you knew it, your tears started falling down like waterfalls, uncontrollably crying in your knight in shining armour’s arms, “everything’s so stressful and i have been so tired lately. everything with just school and just sometimes, i think you deserve better than me and i’m just not worth your time.”

“what are you even talking about? i love you so much, alright? you’ll always be worth it and we deserve each other. i love you through all your insecurities and imperfections, no matter what happens,”

jihoon whispered those words softly into your ears, welcoming you in his warm embrace, giving you the affirmation you needed.

“thank you, i can’t even begin to describe how much i love you,” you buried your face into his shoulder, soaking his already sweat-soaked shirt with your tears, hiding your puffy eyes and tear-soaked face.

“hey, come on, let me see your beautiful face,” jihoon tries to cheer you up, moving your face to face him and looking into your eyes with an adorable smile that never failed to give you comfort.

“there now, stop crying, alright? i love you,” he hugged you again with your heavy breaths slowly slowing down.

you relax in his embrace and sooner than you know it, you fell asleep in his arms, your midnight insomnia vanishing.

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE hope you liked it lol pls like and reblog lol pls

#fanfic #ff #kpop #kpop ff #kpop fanfic #fluff #ygtb #jihoon #park jihoon #treasure #treasure jihoon #jihoon treasure #treasure x reader #jihoon x reader #treasure scenarios #treasure imagines #treasure angst #treasure fluff #treasure fanfic #treasure ff #jihoon imagines #jihoon drabble #jihoon fluff #jihoon angst #jihoon scenarios #jihoon ff #jihoon fanfic #— trsrina’s works 📰 #— trsrina’s requests 📁 #— trsrina’s treasure works

[almost-correct-quotes]

lyrics that remind me of dion and kane / their plotline <3

if there's no character specified it's either about them together or the plotline in general

it's tumblr, so the colors are messed up but you get what im trying to do its supposed to be aesthetic

Dion: Turn and Go - {Parentheses}

When the night is turning sour Due to the lateness of the hour Doesn't mean it has to end Just turn and go You just need a change of scene Somewhere happy, somewhere green You don't have to be alone Just turn and go

I announce that I am leaving, no one seems to care No one even takes a second glance But I am with the people that I love the most And that's always more fun without a plan

Dion: Lying in the Middle - Spence Hood

Why should I make up my mind Just to change it overnight What a magnificent way to waste my time You know I would rather live my life Rife with riddles Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale The world’s a buffet and I came to get my fill

Dion: Doing This Again! - Bears in Trees

I hope I'll be resilient I hope to be brave in the face of another family cancer My mother 'cites a rosary downstairs But lord, these blessed words fail me

Love Takes Time - Philip Labes

It takes more than some roses, for roots to intertwine To open up the doors to your interior design Sneaking in the baggage, that we couldn't leave behind

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

When I'm dead, I won't join their ranks 'Cause they are both holy and free (…) Make me love myself, so that I might love you Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to God When I said it, it was true

Paul Revere - Noah Kahan

One day, I'm gonna cut it clear Ride like Paul Revere And, when they ask me who I am I'll say, "I'm not from around here"

I'll leave before the road crew's out Before those joggers, looking way too proud And I'll turn up the music and I'll forget Until it ends, that I'm not ready to let go yet

How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell - Lincoln

Well, if there’s one thing that I'm sure of It’s that I think too much about shit that doesn’t matter And I don’t think enough about things that make a difference

You left some holes in the plotline I left some holes in your clothes And we can argue semantics over who left who first

Dion: Downhill - Lincoln

I went downhill at such steep incline That my rearview mirror showed me only the sky And I laughed about it all night

And I said “Hey man, isn’t it poetic That the sky is what we leave behind?” Because I was born into the world on a silken cloud And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground

From Eden - Hozier

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me, I should know

There's something broken about this But I might be hoping about this Oh, what a sin

Out of Time - Philip Labes

Tick, tick, tick goes any good thing Forever is a diamond lie We can't stop the clock, so let's just talk Until our heartbeats rhyme Until we're out of time (...) And if you believe that fate brought us together Then you must believe that it tore us apart But I do not believe That we live in a machine I think the ticking that you're hearing is a heart

Kane: Is It Honor That I Want? - Sushi Soucy (it's LITERALLY him. screaming)

I know the guidelines That I've lived by my whole life So well that I could sing them Be a good kid, be a good brother Be a good son, be a good loyal servant to the kingdom

Why am I so confused? I have everything I want Yet it feels like I have nothing left to lose Is the world really falling to pieces? Do we really have to iron out the creases? Have I been told my whole life something that isn't true? Because I really have no idea what to do

I curse the heavens up above Is it really honor that I want Or is it love?

The Title Track - Origami Angel

Sometimes it gets hard to be alive And you know that better than I do Better than I do Sometimes you need somewhere else to go Somewhere that nobody can find you No one will find you

But if you wanna be somewhere you don't have to be alone Or distraught or anything at all Baby, you don't have to be, pack all your things And we'll move to Somewhere City If you want to be someone that you never have to hide Or keep bottled up on the inside Baby, you can set it free, just come with me And I'll show you Somewhere City's waiting for you

Dion: Re-Do - Modern Baseball (i have to put mobo on every single playlist somewhere soz)

I wanna start from the top Maybe like a do-over Replace the voices in my head With blind innocence

I want a complete re-do Maybe change my name Report the losses, grab the claim "It's a shame, it's such a shame"

Kane: Stick Season - Noah Kahan

As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined You must've had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign Kept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right

#reverie audios #reverieaudios #reverie audios dion #reverie audios kane

[nrghfufu-brr]

after baking lessons and first times

I had this concept for a long time, like very long. Thought of rewriting it because honeii it's actually good but was executed poorly, by me. Tho this was originally a crush x reader, imma turn it to levi x reader so hehehe

 (i don’t have irl crushes anymore) 

pairing: levi ackerman x fem! reader (college au bcuz we love those) 

tag/warning(s): virginity loss, first times, lots of reassurance (AND KISSES) and shetttt, probably ooc levi, pet name, fluff, confessions (i did say this originally was a crush x reader and it played a huge part and build up to the smut so heh) might be still poorly written because im supposed to be doing school works but heh. Honestly, the reader is kinda living the privileged life so ummm, yea. 

CONTAINS NSFW!!!

word count: 4.1k

a bathtub and a lover (pt.2)

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Sugar, spice, and everything nice. 

That thought ran through your head as you laid all the ingredients on the kitchen counter. Making sure you haven’t left out anything for the baking lessons that you were holding this afternoon, enough for the big friend group that you had made during college, especially during your first year. 

Most of them were always urging (mostly Jean and Sasha) that whenever you had free time, that you'd teach them to bake the treats you would always bring on occasions, especially your renowned butter cookies. In your bustling and busy schedule, you were able to fit it to most of your friends' availability. 

By the time the clock struck two-thirty, most of your friends were here and were ready to put their aprons on and get the kitchen smell like vanilla extract. Though you were waiting for one person. 

“Is shorty joining?” Hange asked as they tied the ribbons of their apron. You looked at the digital clock on the wall just to give a small pout on your face. “He only messaged he might try stopping by…but we can start now.”

You were hopeful to see him, but it seems like it won’t be happening soon. 

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The lessons were chaotically fun. Mess was inevitable especially when dealing with two bickering guys who almost called an outrage, Sasha attempting to eat almost anything that was on the table, and Hange being Hange, would always end up in a mess no matter what but that didn’t mean they weren’t successful with their results! Most of your friends got a pat down on how you make your butter cookies, only a few were able to take a hold of how you make your egg custards. 

The hours went fast when you guys were mixing and stirring the ingredients of the sweets, the evidence of how the hours were spent were all over the kitchen counter and the air. 

A ruckus that occurred earlier by Sasha and Connie, left your kitchen floor to have stains of good batter for extra butter cookies, were gone to waste. The two best friends were very sorry, but you weren’t one to stay mad over something you can clean up easily. 

All of them offered to help with the clean up, but you just told them you guys won’t be able to clean when there were at least five people who will somehow make a mess in the process. “We’re so sorry, F/N!” Sasha cried out. 

“It’s fine, plus I have something else to bake and I prefer cleaning in one go.” Washing your hands from some of the flour that you got on yourself from the counter, “And I’m sure all of you have somewhere else to be, so I don’t want to delay you guys.” 

Handing you the small towel in the kitchen, “Are you sure?” Mikasa asked as you gave her a thankful nod. “Yes, I insist. Don’t want you guys to be caught in traffic and going home late.” 

“Always the mom, I wonder where the dad is right now?” Hange teased. You scowled at her. Though it was known in the group that you liked him. “See! You even scowl like him!” 

“Quit it and get going, Hange. It’s five-thirty already and your shift starts at six.” 

“What?! Already?!”

Everyone by that point said their goodbyes and thank you’s to you. As the door shut, you were left to your own devices for the evening. “I’ll just order take out.” 

Multi-tasking between eating your fast food (literally fast, since it arrived in less than ten minutes, but that’s the perks of having a housing compound on an industrial road) and stirring the red velvet batter that you were now placing carefully on the cupcake liners, you heard a knock coming from your door. Worried that they’ll probably see the mess, especially some of the stains the batter left on the floor, you put a cleaning towel on top of it. 

With the thought it was probably one of your neighbors, you opened it to see Levi right in front of you in all his stoicness. Composed and pristine contrasting to the mess you were with flour all over your arms. You were surprised and embarrassed of course at this moment. 

“You look messy, tch.” 

“Haha, didn’t expect less from you but you being tardy is rare. Three hours to be exact.” 

Huffing at your comment, “Had to deal with a project. A group project.” he replied. “I even told you I might try stopping by.” 

“No need to get defensive, Mr. Grumpy Pants, come on in.” 

You weren’t surprised that he immediately commented on the state of your kitchen. He was called the clean freak of the group for a reason. “If you’re messy, your kitchen is shitty.” 

“Big words coming from the guy who missed everyone else,” you bantered back, “and it was actually worse earlier.” you added with a laugh. 

“Well, it was by fate I wasn't here earlier.” he said as he sat down on the couch that was facing the kitchen. 

You just rolled your eyes as you finished up filling the liners with batter and putting it in the oven. 

This was the dynamic between you and Levi. Always bantering whenever you two were together. Everyone else would just observe whenever you two got into heated debates about whatever; like what fabric conditioner brand was best. You two would have been mistaken to be in the debate team of the school, but it’s just you two have different beliefs with fabric conditioner. 

It always stuck to him that he could get along with anything you would blabber, ever since he met you during your first year. Especially topics like cleaning products, he was glad another person was interested in that choice of conversation. 

Waiting for the cupcakes to bake, you gradually started cleaning a bit of the kitchen, but before that, you approached Levi with a plate of some of the treats you baked earlier with the others. “I know you don’t like sweets, but we just couldn’t leave you out, so…” 

“I became the official taste tester?” he finished your line of thought. 

“Probably?” 

“I’ll strangle you if one of the cookies, Hange concocted some weird shit in it.” Taking the plate from you as he stated. His fingertips slightly brushing against yours caused his breath to hitch. 

You frowned. “Why am I getting the end of it? Hange is the one responsible!”

He took the one that was already a deformed star. “You were the one in-charge earlier, so it's obvious.” he took a bite of the cookie, nodding in a satisfactory way. 

He kept on eating the treats along with a cup of tea that you prepared for him and kept guessing right on who made what. Luckily Hange didn’t have anything odd in it, saving you from Levi’s wrath. The timer for your cupcakes went off, waiting it out for a few minutes, you finally took it out of the oven to let it cool on the cooling rack. The aroma of the baked goods gave that sense of homeness to your place that Levi couldn’t help but feel contented to. 

What also added to this feeling was seeing you working in the kitchen, making the icing for the cupcakes. In his eyes, you were in your zone being cute and alluring even with the mess. No matter how much clatter was in your kitchen his eyes were only on you. 

That’s when he noticed a lot of stains were on the floor. Made his face scrunch up that he had to do something about it. 

Finishing up the dozen cupcakes you baked, your attention was on the man who went beside you to observe the state of your kitchen. “You’re one messy girl,”

“Sorry, neat freak. I was more focused on not burning the house down,” you quipped as you admired the work you did. Taking one and peeling a side of the lining then holding it in front of Levi to be met with those eyes that never failed to dazzle you. 

“Try one.” 

Only the whirring sound of your electric fan can be heard during this exchange. You felt your face heating up as you admired the features of the most gorgeous man you ever met. As he took a bite of the small treat that was in your hand, the way his mouth attached to the cake was enough for you to almost faint. How can someone look so flawless with such a simple action? The way he takes in the taste of the sweet took you in a trance. 

“It’s nice.” he spoke, breaking the hypnotized state you were in. You quickly darted your eyes somewhere other than his face. 

“Just nice?” you pouted. He just rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not a sweet-tooth person.” 

But just as he said that, he took the cupcake again and bit on it. That didn’t miss your sight causing you to give a small smile. “Sureee, suree.” 

“I don’t want to waste food, brat.” he grumbled. Not pushing it any further, you looked for tupperwares to fit the cupcakes you made. “You can now go back to your dorm. I can handle everything from here.” 

Levi already took a hold of the broom and dustpan. “I don’t trust your word, so I’m staying to clean up.” making you smile at his insistence. 

The cupcakes were now tucked inside the fridge and the cleaning of your kitchen finally commenced. You took care of the dishes while Levi…he almost took care of everything. From getting rid of the batter stain on the floor, wiping down the kitchen counter, and getting rid of the dust of flour from the floor that also covered a bit of your cabinets. You can admit that your kitchen felt brand new after the cleaning was done. 

Finishing up and putting the dishes in their respective places, your friend who was also your crush came up to you with a towel on his hand. “What is it?”

“Step closer to me.” 

You did as he told and got caught off-guard as he placed his left arm around you while his right softly wiped off the flour from your face with the towel. A few smudges of icing were on your neck, courtesy to Hange for declaring to be a menace in the kitchen, that it tempted Levi to use his tongue to clean it up. But he controlled himself. 

Instead, he turned on the kitchen faucet and got a part of the towel with water. Your heart was beating fast due to the small gap between you and him, that your senses couldn’t catch on when he turned off the water and felt the cool damp towel on your neck, which you now discovered it got you all hot and bothered. His warmth, his scent, his touch, it got your mind into a frenzy. This was the closest you have ever been with Levi. 

Placing the towel on the sink, he looked back at you with the same bored eyes yet something was different about it. “You’re going have to clean up by yourself next time, unruly brat,” 

“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl and a fast learner, grumpy.” you chuckled, getting a ‘tch’ from Levi due to the nickname. “So, how much do I need to pay you?” 

The corner of his mouth quirked up, “An unfathomable amount.” 

“Damnnn, then I should have cleaned up myself.” you whined. But you were willing of course, but with a discount. “We made cookies and I made tea, Levi.” 

“Still not convinced,” he replied. “But there is one way…” 

“Tell meee.”

He inched his face closer to yours. You felt your face heating up.

“Kiss me.” 

Were you hearing this right? Was the world moving in the right direction? 

WHAT? 

“Wha-” before you said anything, he pecked your lips. As he pulled away with your mouth slightly opened, you can see his face was dusted with a pink hue that you have never seen before. You were convinced that you were about to die from a heart attack. 

“I’ve admired you for the longest time…” the first words he spoke after that moment. “And it doesn’t even feel like a crush anymore…” 

You were absolutely out of breath. The thought of the one who you harbored feelings for reciprocating it back was something you never knew will happen. Taking all the courage within your body, you placed a hand on his shoulder and the other caressed his face.

 “I feel the same way as well.” 

He gave a smile, “Then I suppose you don’t mind this-'' as he held your face and kissed you once again. The space between you two was non-existent at this point and the temperature was rising, but that didn’t stop you two. He nipped gently on your lips, causing you to let out an airy sigh. 

His hands are already taking a hold of your hips. “Do you want to take this further?” 

The blush on your face was more prominent than ever, but everything happening and what was about to happen was something you’ve always dreamed of. “Mhm..I want you.” 

Things then escalated from there. Levi carried you to your room with outmost care and strength, laying you down on your bed admiring how beautiful you were with the light of your lamp illuminating you in an immaculate glow. In his eyes, you were a goddess. 

Immediately taking his shoes off as well as your socks, he knelt down on the floor beside your bed holding onto your knees. The sight of him between your legs was making your insides especially your pussy flutter. Your arousal was seeping through the thin fabric of your shorts and how it also turned Levi on. 

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he grazed his hands from your knees towards your thighs, making you shiver under his touch. You shook your head, holding back a moan as he drew circles on the plush of your thighs with his thumb. 

Continuing with his ministrations, “Have you experienced this before?” you croaked out a question. 

He also shaked his head in the same manner as you earlier. Letting out a relieved gasp as he finished, standing up from his place on the floor he crossed his arms over his stomach and took a hold of his shirt—exposing his firm and built torso to your eyes. Uncharacteristically, he dropped his shirt on the floor. No folding, no nothing. He wanted you so badly. 

You knew Levi worked out, heck you saw him once in your school gym lifting weights and that memory forever plagued your mind whenever you touch yourself. Seeing him shirtless in your dimmed light room added to the sensuality of things. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you saw him start taking off his pants, seeing how hard he was and it was because of you. 

Left in his boxers, you sat up from the lying state you were. As he climbed on the bed you took off your shirt. The dusty blue bandeau bra complemented the tone of your skin and Levi was just awestruck of how heavenly you looked. 

How much more if you were naked? 

“You’re beautiful,” Levi let out a sigh as he went closer to you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I know I’m not the best with words, but I know how to be genuine with them.” 

Smiling at him, you took a hold of his right hand, squeezing it gently. “I can never ask for more.” 

Kisses being exchanged, he pulled you closer to his lap. Shifting to a more comfortable position, your knees were on each side of his thighs. His hands found a way to support your back as your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. The exchange got heated as both of you got more explorative with your tongues. 

Heart beating and breaths heaving, Levi pulled away from your intoxicating mouth that he proceeded to move downwards. Nipping at your clavicles and sucking on the crook of your neck, he left a mark. “I hope you don’t mind,” he hummed with his hands already unclipping your bra, dropping it on the floor. 

You let a sigh out. “I don’t,” feeling his hands taking a hold of your breasts you gave out a muffled cry of pleasure. Teasing your nipples with both of his thumbs and forefingers, the stickiness of your arousal was spreading through your inner thighs. This was after all the time you can finally let your sexual frustrations out. 

Levi shared the same sentiment as well. 

The small noises you were making as he sucked on one of your nipples made him harder. The cloth of his boxers burning against his skin at the same time, he can feel the heat of your cunt. He was so close to just releasing everything but he wouldn’t, not when this was the first time for you and him. Mainly you being his first concern. 

As he sucked on your right breast while his left hand took care of the left, his right hand was now on your dripping pussy. Rubbing through your shorts, it got you whining from the sensation of it. “L-Levi..” 

“Don’t keep those noises to yourself, pretty,” he praised. “I love every sound you’re making right now.” 

You gasped as he placed more pressure, already feeling yourself getting more wet. It then came to mind you haven’t tried touching Levi, and you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass. 

Just to tease him a bit, you ran your hand over his taut chest making Levi take a quick breath. Your mouth gently latched onto his neck, giving kitten licks, the ebony haired man was relishing the moment but when you finally cupped his cock, the lustful sound he made was now one of your achievements. 

“You don’t have to..” he whispered. “I want this night to be only your pleasure.” 

Pulling your mouth away from his neck. “And I want this night to be your pleasure as well-” pecking his lips-”let me make you feel good, Levi.” 

He inhaled sharply as he felt your hand start moving. You were gentle with your actions and did it make Levi let out a contented sigh as he ran his hand over your head. He’ll let you suck his cock next time that’s for sure. 

“How does it feel?” you softly asked. He did most of the work the past few minutes, so of course you wanted him to feel the same you feel. 

One particular stroke got his head leaning back. “It feels so good, kitten.” That nickname stopped you in your tracks, which Levi immediately noticed. 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I-” you placed a finger over his mouth. “I want you to call me that, whenever we…do this…” you said, blushing while you were at it. The way it rolled out of his tongue and the tone of it, kept on replaying on your head. You’re looking forward to the many times he will address you with that pet name. 

He smirked at you. “Whatever you say, goes.” 

A mischievous grin appeared on your face. “Since you said that..'' you once again wrapped your arms around him and looked at him directly.

 “I want you to fuck me, Levi.” 

You can see how his eyes dilated after you said that. Not letting a second to pass, he had you laying down on the mattress, taking off both your shorts and panties in haste along with his boxers. 

His dick was always what you thought it would be, but certainly better now that you’ve seen it. Now the important question was: how long will it take for you to adjust to it?

You were about to find out. 

“Let me get the condom,” he said, before he could get his pants you stopped him with just a shake of your head. “You don’t have to, actually…” you replied, fumbling with your hands. 

You continued, “I’m on the pill actually,” you shyly admitted, “my mom forced me ever since I got into college.” 

His eyes lit up. “Guess we should thank her next time then,” he smirked. The implications of what he said made your heart get rapid. 

Bare and vulnerable to each other’s sight, Levi took his place between your legs. Letting you put your legs around and tight on his waist, it just hit you that you’re finally doing this. 

Breathing a bit unsteady, it's like Levi knew what was going through your mind. “Tell me if it hurts and if you want to stop, okay?” 

Nodding to what he said, he slowly inched himself to your core. Every time he would inch himself deeper in you, he’d ask you if it’s fine, and it just made you fall harder for him. 

Levi was whipped at this point. The way your face would contort to lewd expressions as he would try putting more of his length in you, was egging on his self-control. But he didn’t want to hurt you, that was the more important thing to him. Already bottoming you down, both of you took the time to relish the feeling. 

“Mm, Levi..” 

“Yes?” he was quick to respond to you, causing you to smile. 

“You’re very sweet, did you know that?” emitting the reaction you expected, he muttered a small ‘brat’ paired with a blush. Grabbing his hand, entwining your fingers together. 

“You made me feel nothing but comfort throughout this whole time, Levi…” you said with full of adoration. “I wouldn’t have my first time any other way but only this.”

A soft smile was on Levi’s face once you said that, his hand tightens against yours but not in a harsh way. “I intend to put your comfort above mine, every time.”

Sharing a sweet kiss that both of you intend will happen more. “You can start moving.” you sighed. Finally with your consent, he experimentally moved his hips. It did feel a bit painful, but not the sharp kind of pain. Reassuring caresses and words were shared and did it warm your heart (and your pussy as well). 

The patterned movement of his hips against yours increasingly picked up on tempo and the amount of pretty and lustful sounds that left both of your mouths could cause complaints from your fellow neighbors in the compound tomorrow morning. You weren’t going to last long but you knew; you’d probably go for another round. 

“I’m-ah!” you squeaked. Levi was working up on your clit, your climax approaching faster. “L-Levi!” 

“Keep up with those noises, kitten,” he grunted. Pulling you closer by your thighs and gripping on them tight, enough to leave marks of his hand. “You feel just so right.” 

Just after he said that, your orgasm gushed out. Legs trembling and breaths rapid. Levi pulled out quickly and came all over your stomach, decorating it messily in white. 

Both of you heaved out long sighs, but satisfaction was evident. A cheeky grin was on your face. “Now, who’s the messy one?” 

“Pfft, shut up. Let’s get cleaned up.” 

Ever the gentleman he was, he carried you bridal style to where you directioned was the bathroom. 

You couldn’t help but feel a lot more was about to happen. 

Not that you didn’t mind. 

✰✰✰ 

You can tell which part was rushed because it was making me clench hard jkfbkjer im planning to make this like a series, due to the several concepts i had for that crush x reader had all the sexy times and developments being connected. 

stay tuned ig? XDD

that is all peeps, i hope i get to be more motivated to write for the next weee. 

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[wrrrenff]

Fireworks

Super Mario Bros. Universe Luigi x GN! reader Synopsis: The Mario brothers are back in town after 6 years throwing a New Years Eve party. Your old crush Luigi will be there. Will he remember you? Warnings: Brief mentions of bullying.

It’s New Year's Eve already. Welp, another year wasted. Still stuck at your dead-end job, no relationships, a few close friends but we didn’t do much this year. You can’t be too surprised though. The past few years have been pretty much the same. And the perfect end to such a boring year, you’ll count down on your couch with your cat and a beer. Yippee…

*buzz* *buzz*

You look towards you phone that’s plugged in on your nightstand. Hmm, wonder who that could be. You go to your phone and unlock it to see a text from your friend Pauline.

Pauline: superstar wyd tonight?

You: absolute dog shit. U?

Pauline: yay! the mario bros are back in town and they decided to throw a nye party and YOU are coming with me :)

A party, huh? Not typically your scene but it would be nice to end the year with a bang. And you liked the Mario bros. You didn’t know Mario too well but you were super close friends with Luigi in your school days. You guys were best friends until the brothers moved ‘out of town’. Nobody really knows where they moved but hey, as long as they’re happy. As long as he’s happy. You missed the younger twin so much. It would be nice to see them him again.

You: ok yeah that sounds fun

Pauline: i knew you’d be down. be ready at 10 ok?

You looked at the clock. You had about 2 and a half hours until the party. Better start getting ready. I mean, you want to look good for this reunion, right? You go to your closet and scour through your dresses and jumpers until you land on the PERFECT piece! Now that that decision has been made, you lay your choice out on the bed and go take a shower. As you stand there, the hot water raining down, shaving your legs, you start to think back on your memories with the younger twin. 

You met when some kids were bullying him at recess in the 2nd grade. He was curled up under the slide crying while these two 3rd graders made fun of his overalls. I stepped in front of the boy and kicked one of those third graders right in the gut. Totally worth it. From there it was history. As the years went on you and luigi had grown so close. In middle school you developed a crush on him but it was clear he never felt the same way. Any time you flirted with him he just never seemed interested. So you pushed your feelings aside. You were content staying friends. A part of you never let go of those feelings though. 

The razor nicked your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts. Now was not the time to think about your crush. Besides, he’s probably got a beautiful partner now. There’s no way someone hasn’t snatched him but in the past 6 years. Anyways, you finish up shaving, washing, and hop out of the shower. You dry off, blow-dry and style your hair and then sit down to do your makeup. You debated between full glamor and something nice and subtle, ultimately deciding to go with the latter. Sitting in front of your vanity, it finally hits you. You're actually going to see Luigi after so long. You want somebody to pinch you! You wonder if Pauline told him you’re coming or if he’s going to be totally blindsided. Would he even be excited to see you after so long? You hoped yes but to be honest, you don’t know. It’s been so long and he might have changed. He could have completely forgotten about you. God, you hoped that wasn’t true. In fact, you’re just going to tell yourself that he hadn’t forgotten or else you’d spiral and you’re in far too deep at this point to back out.

You finish your makeup and slip into your garment. After putting on your shoes, you take one final look at yourself all put together. Not bad. If you saw yourself from across the room you would absolutely go up to yourself and hit on you. Perfect. You check the clock and you’re about 3 minutes ahead of when Pauline said she’d be here. You decided you would go ahead and wait outside for her. Just as you lock your door you hear a whistle followed by the voice of your friend.

“DAMN BABE YOU CLEAN UP NICE” Oh Pauline. Thank you for giving my neighbors a reason to hate me. You quickly run to her car before she has any more chances to disturb the neighborhood. “Hey hot stuff. Are you trying to get laid tonight or what?” Your face turns a deep red color and Pauline’s face lights up. “You still have the hots for the plumber boy don’t you!” You roll your eyes already regretting accepting the invite for tonight. “Can you just drive please?!” “Fine, fine. I bet he’s gonna explode as soon as he gets a piece of you.” You decided not to acknowledge her and try to control your mind on the ride to the party.

Music starts pumping into your ears as you walk up to the house. This is it. Your old best friend is right inside. You’ve got this. You both enter the house and get a little overwhelmed at just how packed it is. But that didn’t matter because you immediately spotted green. Pauline followed your eyeline and smirked. “I’ll meet up with you later” she says and then disappears into the crowd. After waving her off you notice the elder twin dressed in a classy red suit with his arm wrapped around this gorgeous tall blonde dressed in pink. Good for him, you thought.  You then speed over to the younger twin and just before you reach him you run into some random dude and get knocked onto the ground.

“Oh! Miss, are you okay? Let me help you-” You look up and lock eyes with Luigi. He recognized you instantly and for a moment it was like time stilled and your two were the only people in the room. No, the only people on earth. You take his outstretched hand and he lifts you back on your feet. “Hey.” You take what feels like years to respond. “Hi Weegee. It’s been so long” He smiles wide at the old nickname you called him. Quickly, he wraps you up in a tight cozy hug which you are just as quick to reciprocate. “I’ve missed you so much mi amore” You were so excited to see Luigi you almost didn’t catch the name he gave you. Almost. 

After getting over the shock of seeing each other, Luigi finally takes a good look at you. “You look absolutely bellissima!” You turned red at the compliment. First the nickname and now the complement? You don’t remember Luigi ever being so forward before. Not that you were complaining. “Thank you Weegee. You look pretty handsome yourself.” He was wearing an elegant emerald green suit with a tie embroidered with green mushrooms. He looked jaw droppingly gorgeous. “So where did you and Mario end up moving all those years ago? I would’ve visited you guys if I knew where you were all these years!” At this Luigi’s face contorted to a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “Maybe we should go outside to talk '' He leads you both to the backyard where there's virtually nobody and it’s much quieter. You both sit down on a bench that faces a bird bath. “I’m so sorry I never told you we were leaving or where we went. It’s actually pretty confusing to me even to this day how it all happened. You might not even believe me.” You look at him kind of confused for a moment before smiling. “I’m sure I can understand. Try me.” You nudge his arm with your elbow. Luigi takes a deep breath and explains how he and Mario fell through this thing called a ‘warp pipe’ and landed in this place called the ‘Mushroom Kingdom’. He said for a long time they couldn’t find a way back to New York but eventually the princess of the mushroom kingdom helped them find a way to travel between the kingdom and earth. He even explained that the very princess that had helped them get home was the woman you had seen with Mario earlier.

You feel like your whole world got turned upside down. Luigi didn’t just leave you. He had no choice in the matter. But he sounded happy about living in this new kingdom. Would he just leave again forever after tonight? And don’t even get you started thinking about the fact that there's just a bunch of pipes that can send you to other worldly places!! Lost in thought, you jump when you feel Luigi’s hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright mi amore?” You take another quick moment to process everything before responding. “Luigi, it does all sound insane but I do believe you. I missed you so much. Are you planning on staying in New York now that you’ve found a pipe that connects? I need my best friend back.” Luigi looks sad. There’s something else in his expression that you can’t quite place. “The mushroom kingdom is my home now. I will come back here more often but I can’t just abandon what I’ve built there.” He pauses, takes a deep breath, and grabs your hands. “I want to go back to the mushroom kingdom but I can’t without telling you how much you mean to me. I should have done it years ago before we fell into that stupid warp pipe.”

“Luigi…” You were breathless. Was this real? Was he actually saying what you think he is saying? Your eyes start to get a little watery thinking about how you’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Luigi fully faces you and puts one hand on your cheek, his thumbs wiping away the few tears that formed. “Ever since we met I have been head over heels in love with you. Not a moment passed where I wasn’t thinking about you. Not a moment I didn’t want to hold you or kiss you. You have always been my comfort and my home. You made the hard days easier. You still do. When things get hard in the mushroom kingdom I always think of you and how amazing you are. How you’d cheer me on when things got tough.” He suddenly got very shy and started rubbing his neck. “Do you feel the same principessa?”

You were overwhelmed with love. All of the feelings you’ve been fostering for years are coming to the surface. You can’t be sure this was real. You tried to remember back to your school days, scanning the memories and finally realizing those moments where you thought Luigi was just being nice, he was flirting with you. It was all falling into place for you. You were just too caught up in your feelings for him that you didn’t realize that he did in fact like you too and he wasn’t blowing you off. “Of course I feel the same, Weegee! I just never said anything because I thought you didn’t feel the same.” At that Luigi sprung forward bringing you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the bench and spun you around the backyard. You both were so giddy with love and could not stop the giggles that sprung out. 

As your giggles died down, Luigi slowly brought you both to a stop, letting you back down on the ground. You just stare at each other, drinking each other in. You noticed his mustache and curly hair have a few grays in them. His eyes were so round and full of life. Little freckles were sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. At this moment you were sure there was no one you’d rather be with ever. “Take me with you.” You blurt out, surprising both of you. “What are you saying mia amata?” You grab hold of Luigi’s arms and lock eyes with him. “Take me with you back to the mushroom kingdom. I want to be with you. I don’t want to keep you from your home but I can’t be here if you’re not. Let's start a life together.” Now it’s Luigi’s turn to start tearing up. He can’t get any words out so he just shakes his head aggressively. 

“I love you so much Weegee.” Luigi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too mi amore” Luigi looks at your lips for a brief moment. You close your eyes and lean in until you feel Luigi meet your lips. The kiss was passionate, filled with more than a decade of what each of you thought was unrequited love. He tasted like basil. It was delicious. Suddenly fireworks started going off in the night sky, startling both of you and breaking up the kiss. You chuckle. “It must be midnight. Happy New Year Weegee.” Luigi leans down and gives you a sweet but quick peck in the lips. “Happy New Year vita mia.”

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[kingofsummer93]

Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 7: The Cauldron of Fire

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Lucien’s last detention with Professor Amren was the night before Halloween, and he spent the entire hour tapping his foot and glancing at the clock above the door. Sometimes if he was annoying enough Amren would let him out of detention early, but it seemed like he would have no such luck today. She only glanced at him periodically, staring at him with her silver-grey eyes flashing in irritation before going back to grading the pile of homework in front of her.

But Lucien could tell that even she was keen on getting down to the Great Hall. The teacher was glancing at the clock as often as he was, and seemed to have trouble focusing on the pile of essays. He could have sworn that she wasn’t even properly reading the essays before scribbling a note on the parchment and moving on to the next one.

TheTri-Trials Tournament would officially begin that night, and the entire school was buzzing with excitement. The theories on who the impartial judge would be were as varied as they were wild. Some said it would be a ministry member, others guessed perhaps a foreign dignitary, while one person swore up and down it would be a member of the Weird Sisters.

Lucien had reservations about it being a ministry member. He was friendly with plenty of them through Eris, but there were many more he’d like to avoid.

His stomach lurched with a sudden, horrible though. What if the judge was his father? But no, surely not, surely his mum or Eris would have said so…

“Do you know who will be picking the candidates?” he blurted suddenly.

Professor Amren sighed so deeply that her dark fringe fluttered with her breath. “Yes, Mr Vanserra, I do.” She pursed her lips and pointedly stared back at the parchment in front of her.

“What are they like? What kind of candidates do you think they’ll be likely to pick?”

Amren’s lips quirked up at that, almost imperceptibly so. “If you’re thinking up ways on how to seduce the impartial judge then I’m afraid you are quite wasting your time.”

“Hmm.” So it wasn’t a woman. Probably for the better, really- the Weird Sisters were so hairy…

“Don’t you have homework you can be doing, instead of running your mouth?” Amren continued.

Lucien shrugged lazily. “Meh…”

The teacher scowled at him, and Lucien grinned broadly. Most students were intimidated by Amren but Lucien knew the cranky aunt persona was mostly an act. All the other teachers gave lines or chores during detention, but Amren let him do whatever he wanted. If it was close enough to the full moon she didn’t even scold him for napping.

Ten minutes before his hour was up Amren set her quill down and peered at him over the stack of parchment. Lucien was half asleep, indulging in a day dream about Elain, and he jumped in surprise when Amren cleared her throat loudly.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about…well, about the source of your little bonfire the other day.” The teacher seemed uncharacteristically uncomfortable as she said this, and Lucien knew perfectly well that she knew exactly why he had burned those newspapers.

That article had been at the front of his mind ever since he’d read it. Any time he managed to forget about it temporarily, the memory of it would only slither back, setting his heart racing, making bile rise up his throat. With anger, yes, but also with fear, and that made him even more enraged.

There was no place for people like him in this world. No safety, no hope that they could ever lead a normal life. Werewolves were forced to register with the Department for Regulation of Magical Creatures, and weren’t even considered full citizens. The only other options were to hide your true identity, or live with the secret werewolves communities, most of whom were associated with dark wizards abroad.

Hogwarts was his safe place, and as soon as he graduated there was no telling what would happen to him. Every time that thought occurred to him it felt like time sped up at lightning speed, and there was nothing he could do to slow it down.

The fact that his own father was the Minister for Magic was no consolation. If anything, it made it even worse. It was convenient for him to keep Lucien’s secret while he was at Hogwarts, but would he keep the charade going after he left school?

That little stunt at the inn had not been necessary, but it was the sort of thing Beron did to amuse himself, and to keep the fanatic side of his followers appeased. But it was also a message to Lucien. A reminder, a threat that if he didn’t toe the line, the same thing could happen to him. Gone would be his hopes of becoming an auror, of having friends, of being part of the wizarding community.

“You can’t let things like that set you off,” Amren continued, still peering at him in concern.

“There was no reason for him to do that!” Lucien exclaimed angrily. “How can he get away with this? Those are innocent people he’s sending to Azkaban!”

The thought of getting thrown into Azkaban as a werewolf was terrifying. Being stuck in those tiny cells, the scent of humans heavy in the air, clawing at his own skin, with no room to run and let out the endless rage…

“I agree with you, Lucien, but you have to realize that attracting attention to yourself regarding that subject is not wise.”

Lucien knew this. He also knew she wasn’t being condescending, but rather being mindful that everything at Hogwarts had ears.

“I’m on your side, as is Professor Spell-Cleaver, but we can only protect you as long as you’re helping yourself, too,” she continued, more gently.

Lucien wondered what she would say if she knew he had inadvertently caused three minors to become unregistered animagi, who not only joined him during the fool moon, but trespassed all over the Hogwarts and Hogsmeade grounds as they did so.

“Do you think it’s hopeless for me to even try to become an auror?” Lucien blurted. He’d never voiced that fear out loud, even to his friends. “What if…what if he tries to stop me?” He knew he didn’t have to specify who he was talking about. “What if he locks me up in Azkaban the day I graduate? What if…”

Amren’s grey eyes flashed silver again. “Your father might be popular but there are witches and wizards much more powerful than him that are on your side, Lucien. You’d do well to remember that, and to not repay that loyalty by purposefully getting yourself into sticky situations.”

Lucien immediately felt rotten. “Sorry, Professor,” he mumbled, his eyes on the desk in front of him. “I can usually control the anger pretty well, but reading that article…”

“I know.” Professor Amren’s voice had turned gruff, and Lucien didn’t dare look at her. She cleared her throat. “Now go on, get out of here. The feast is about to start.” Lucien didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed his bookbag and bolted towards the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “I really am sorry, Professor. I swear I wasn’t just being an ass…”

Professor Amren shooed him towards the door, her cranky persona back in place. “Yeah, yeah, go on, get out of here…”

Lucien bolted up four sets of stairs towards Gryffindor tower and skidded to a stop in front of the painting of the Fat Lady. Her friend Violet was sitting next to her, and they seemed to be in the middle of sharing a bottle of sherry.

“Twinkling fairies,” he said, winking at them both for good measure. Violet blushed slightly, while the Fat Lady, used to his antics, merely smiled at him indulgently. “Quite right you are,” she said primly, and swung forward to admit him inside.

The common room was already empty, and Lucien took the stairs to the dormitory two at a time, dumping his bag on his bed before bolting back downstairs. He climbed out of the portrait hole once more and set off at a jog down the corridor.

“Well sure, don’t bother saying thank you, we’ll just be swinging back and forth all night for you!” the Fat Lady called angrily after him.

There were only a few students still making their way to their seats when Lucien finally reached the Great Hall, and he hurried towards the Gryffindor table. As he walked he realized that people were staring at him, some with sympathy, others (mainly from the Slytherin table) with outright disdain. All this for walking in late? It seemed slightly disproportionate…

But then Lucien casually glanced at the teachers’ table, and he stopped dead in his tracks. All the teachers were in their seats, but they were sitting closer than usual, as three extra people were currently in attendance at the feast.

One of them was a slightly sour-looking wizard that Lucien vaguely recognized as being from the ministry. In the second chair sat his brother Eris, who in his typical fashion had shown up in muggle clothing, and was getting side eyed by the other professors as a result. Eris was staring at him so aggressively that it looked like he was trying to speak directly into Lucien’s mind. He was sitting quite stiffly, and the look in his eyes was carefully wary, even as he gave Lucien a slight nod of greeting. Lucien quickly realized why. His gaze slid to Eris’ right, and for the first time in almost three years he made eye contact with his father.

It shocked Lucien to his very core. Even more people were staring at him now, heads swiveling between him and the teacher’s table. Lucien was frozen on the spot, suddenly unaware of how to move his limbs normally. Those amber eyes, so like Eris’, were somehow cold as ice and burning him at the same time. His father didn’t so much as smile in greeting. His eyes only narrowed as his brow furrowed.

Why had nobody told him about this? Why hadn’t Eris warned him? Why hadn’t Professor Amren said something in detention, or even Professor Spell-Cleaver?

But then again, why would they? They would probably have assumed that Lucien was in contact with his own father, like a normal fucking person would be.

The moment seemed to stretch on forever, with Lucien standing frozen like a statue halfway to the Gryffindor table. In reality it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. It had been so long since he had seen his father that he couldn’t pinpoint the last time he had seen him. He had simply stopped being there when Lucien was home on holidays, and that had been fine by him.

Eris saved him then by jumping out of his chair and walking in between the long house tables towards him. There was a wide grin plastered on his face, though Lucien knew him well enough to see the tension in his expression. When he reached him he wrapped Lucien in a one-armed hug and clapped him on the back.

“Sorry,” his brother mumbled, low enough that nobody else could hear. “I wanted to surprise you but father decided to come at the last minute. Professor Spell-Cleaver didn’t even ask him to come. He was as shocked as you were when he saw him.”

Lucien quickly glanced at the teacher’s table and noticed for the first time that Professor Spell-Cleaver seemed unusually serious, his normally easy countenance and warm smiles nowhere to be seen. His elbows were on the table, hands clasped together with his chin resting on top of them. He seemed tense, like he was restraining himself, somehow. Something about that gave Lucien a twinge of morbid satisfaction. Clearly he wasn’t the only one unhappy about the Minister’s presence tonight.

“What are you doing here?” Lucien asked.

Eris grinned again, and this time there was only pure mischief in his eyes. “I’m one of the judges in the tournament. Surprise, little brother. Wait for me after the feast, all right?” With that his brother hurried back to the teacher’s table.

Lucien glanced at his father one more time before sitting down at the Gryffindor table. His friends were all staring at him, identical stricken looks on their faces. They knew him well enough not to say anything here, surrounded by the entire school, but he felt their concern nonetheless. Vassa grabbed his forearm and squeezed. Something like a warning flashed in her eyes.

Lucien looked down and realized he had grabbed a steak knife and was holding it so tightly his knuckles had turned white. He dropped the knife and loosed a breath, forcing himself to relax.

“I’m fine,” he murmured. “It’s fine.”

It was obviously not, but the next moment Professor Spell-Cleaver had stood, and silence fell across the Great Hall.

“Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and- guests,” a glance towards the three ministry wizards. “The tournament will be officially opened after the feast, but for now I invite you to enjoy, savor, and relish!”

He sat down, and immediately the empty dishes in front of them filled and delicious aromas wafted through the air. Lucien had lost his appetite, but he went through the motions of filling his plate and lifting his fork and goblet, trying and failing to participate in the conversation around him.

Why the fuck was his father here? It made no sense. A school tournament was not nearly important enough for the Minister for Magic to show up. It made sense for Eris and the other ministry wizard to be here, but his father must have had another motive. And it surely was not to see him. That notion was simply laughable.

When the last of the puddings finally disappeared Lucien sighed in relief. The sooner the feast was over, the sooner he could escape this hall, and his father’s venomous gaze. He could feel his father’s eyes swiveling back to him every few minutes, burning him like a brand.

Professor Spell-Cleaver stood up again, and everybody in the Great Hall turned to face him expectantly. Lucien sat up a bit straighter. He had been so distracted by his father that he had almost forgotten about the opening of the tournament. All along the house tables students were sitting uncharacteristically still, eyes bright with excitement.

“The moment that you have all been waiting for has finally come!” the Headmaster said, smiling at the students in front of him. “But before we bring in the cauldron-“

“The what?” Jurian blurted.

Lucien shrugged, as baffled as his friends looked. Were they going to have to brew some kind of potion to prove they were worthy of entering? He sure hoped not- he wasn’t bad at potions but it certainly wasn’t his strong suit…

“I’d like to introduce our guests for the evening. Mr Bartemius Koshei, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.” The surly looking wizard lifted a hand in greeting, and a few students clapped politely. “Mr Eris Vanserra, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports…”

The entire Gryffindor and Slytherin tables broke into thunderous applause, joined by most Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Lucien grinned and stuck his fingers in his mouth to wolf-whistle as Eris stood and waved, smiling broadly. Their father’s expression was thunderous, and that only made Lucien clap harder.

“And finally, a man who needs no introduction, Minister for Magic Beron Vanserra.”

The contrast could not have been more embarrassing. Most of the Slytherin table clapped, accompanied by the same polite students who had clapped for Mr Koschei, while the Gryffindor table remained entirely silent.

Lucien’s father lifted his hand in the barest of greetings but did not so much as crack a smile. Professor Spell-Cleaver looked at him expectantly for a moment, as if expecting him to stand and speak. When it became evident that the Minister had no desire to do so he cleared his throat and turned to face the students once more.

“Mr Koschei and Mr Eris Vanserra and their respective departments have been working tirelessly these last few months to organize this tournament, ensuring that it will not only be safe, but also challenging and exciting. They will be joining myself, as well as the four Heads of House, as judges during the three trials.”

“Actually? You’re a shoe-in, mate…” Vassa elbowed Tamlin in the ribs to shush him, but Lucien grinned at his friend and winked. As long as the impartial judge picked him, then surely this would be a cakewalk.

“The three trials that our champions will face have already been organized and approved by all the judges,” Professor Spell-Cleaver continued. At the sound of the word “champions” any lingering chatter in the hall immediately died down. It was so quiet it seemed like everyone was holding their breaths. “There will be three trials, spaced throughout the school year. The trials will challenge our champions on their magical abilities, their courage and wit, and of course, their ability to cope with danger.

“As you all know, one representative from each House will be selected to participate in the tournament. They will be awarded points based on how well they perform each trial, and the champion with the highest number of points at the end of the tournament will win the Tri-Trials Cup, as well a thousand Galleon prize money. These champions will be selected by our impartial judge- the Cauldron of Fire.”

“The what now?” Jurian mumbled.

Lucien frowned. “The judge is a cauldron?”

The Great Hall had erupted in excited whispers, which all died down once more as Mr Filch appeared, dragging with him what appeared to be a very large, golden cauldron. Several older students hurried out of their seats to help him, and with a final loud thunk it was set on the ground in front of Professor Spell-Cleaver.

It was large enough that an adult man could fit comfortably inside, and looked as old as the Sorting Hat. Professor Spell-Cleaver waved his wand, and tall blue-white flames erupted from the cauldron.

“Any student wishing to submit their name for consideration must write their name and House on a piece of parchment, and drop it into the cauldron. The cauldron will be placed in the Entrance Hall until tomorrow night, when it will return the names of the champions it has chosen.”

The Great Hall erupted in excited whispers. Professor Spell-Cleaver smiled at them indulgently before continuing. “As I mentioned at the start of term, the tournament is open only to students who are seventeen years of age as of today. I want to point out that in order to discourage underage students from entering, I will personally be drawing an age line around the cauldron to ensure only those who are of age can enter.”

“An age line?” Jurian whispered. “Should be easy to fool, no?”

“Ageing potions, maybe?” Tamlin pondered.

Vassa frowned at them, but only half-heartedly.

“I wish we could all enter together,” Lucien said truthfully. “Not that it would matter, because it would pick me anyway, but…”

“Finally,” Professor Spell-Cleaver continued. “I want to emphasize that your decision to enter the tournament should not be taken lightly. Having your name chosen by the cauldron is a binding magical contract- if you are chosen as champion, you will be obliged to participate in the trials until the end of the tournament. The Ministry and myself have gone to great lengths to ensure your safety during the trials, but with that said, there remains an element of danger that should be taken seriously.”

A little shiver of excitement went through the Great Hall.

“And with that, I’d say it’s well past time for bed! Chop chop!”

Lucien glanced at the teacher’s table as he followed his friends towards the Entrance Hall. His father was deep in conversation with Mr Koschei, but Eris caught his eye and angled his head towards the door to the Great Hall. Lucien nodded back.

When they reached the Entrance Hall he waved his friends off and waited until Eris finally appeared, hurrying toward him.

“So,” Eris said with a grin. “Still going to enter?”

“Obviously,” Lucien retorted. He glanced back at the open doors to the Great Hall, dreading the thought of his father walking through them.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s having a nightcap with Koschei and Professor Spell-Cleaver. Helion didn’t seem thrilled at the prospect though, mind you…”

Lucien snorted. It was no great secret that the Headmaster was a critic of his father, at best.

“Why is he here?” Lucien mumbled. “He didn’t even say anything…”

Eris shrugged uncomfortably. “Donno. He’s not a judge, I don’t think he’s planning on being here for the trials. Look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe he just wanted to see you.”

Lucien fixed his brother with a long, icy stare. They both knew this was as unlikely as a member of the Weird Sisters being appointed Minister for Magic.

“If that’s the case then why isn’t he out here talking to me like a normal father would do?” Lucien countered.

Eris sighed. “I don’t know, Lucien. Just- promise me you’re taking care of yourself, alright? Try not to let him get to you. I’ll see you at the first task.” His brother grinned widely then. “You have no idea what’s coming in these trials. If I were you I’d think twice about it.”

Lucien grinned back. “More reason to enter, in that case!”

——-

“Do it,” Lucien urged.

“You go first,” Jurian pleaded, shuffling nervously.

“Nope. It’ll be more fun to gloat if you guys have already failed.”

They were standing in the Entrance Hall, on the edge of the crowd surrounding the cauldron of fire. It had been moved to the center of the Entrance Hall overnight, surrounded by a wide circle drawn in white chalk on the ground. One by one students were crossing the line and dropping their names into the cauldron, to claps and cheers from the crowd of onlookers. Each time a new piece of parchment was dropped in, the cauldron’s flames would glow red-hot for a moment before fading to white-blue again.

“Alright,” Tamlin declared. “We’re going in.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to give it a go, Vassa?” Jurian asked.

“You know what?” she retorted, shrugging her shoulders. “Why not?”

Lucien chuckled darkly. He knew instinctively that this was not going to work, but he was desperate to see Professor Spell-Cleaver’s age line in action.

Jurian uncorked the vial of aging potion he was holding (pilfered from the potions classroom storage closet overnight) and took a careful sip. He hesitated for a few moments, but when nothing happened he shrugged and passed the vial to Vassa. Once all three of them had sipped from the potion they carefully wrote their names on scraps of parchment and eyed the age line warily.

Jurian took a deep breath, and then carefully crossed one foot over the line. People had gathered to watch, but carefully no teachers were around to see.

When nothing immediately happened Jurian stepped fully into the circle, and then he spread his arms wide and grinned. “Knew it would work!” he exclaimed.

Tamlin and Vassa hopped over the line excitedly, all three of them wide-eyed with delight.

“I can’t believe that actually-“

As soon as the words left Lucien’s mouth there was a flash of white light, and Jurian, Tamlin and Vassa were thrown violently backwards. They landed heavily on the stone floor, all three of them groaning in pain.

“Shit! What the- are you guys ok?”

His friends untangled themselves from the heap they’d landed in, standing and wincing gingerly.

As they did so there was a loud pop! and all three of them immediately sprouted identical long white beards.

Lucien almost fell to the floor with laughter as his friends pointed and laughed at each other, only to gasp in horror when they realized that they were also sporting a snowy white beard.

“The headmaster did warn you,” Professor Amren scolded as she walked down the marble staircase. “Off to the infirmary you go. Madam Madja will certainly have her hands full today…”

Lucien was still chucking by the time he stepped over the line and walked to the cauldron.

There was something eerie about the cauldron. The flames seemed to rise higher as he got closer, almost as if they were alive and sensed his presence. Lucien shivered despite himself. With a deep breath he dropped his name into the flames, and watched as they flashed red and sparked for an instant before changing back to blue.

“Way to go, Lucien!” someone called out.

Lucien grinned and fist-bumped a grinning Cassian as he crossed over the line to enter his own name. Someone snorted behind him, and Lucien looked over his shoulder to find Azriel sneering at him.

“What are you staring at, Ass-riel?” Lucien taunted.

Azriel went scarlet and opened his mouth to retort when someone else cut him off.

“Don’t call him that!” It was Elain, fists clenched and brown eyes flashing in irritation.

Lucien grinned. “Or what, you’re going to slap me again?”

Azriel snorted again before throwing Lucien another venomous look and disappearing through the crowd.

“Why is it,” Elain continued, “that every time I start to think that maybe you’re a nice guy after all, you go and prove me wrong?”

Fuck she was so hot when she was mad at him. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, and Lucien couldn’t help but wonder if that was because of him.

“Maybe I’m not a nice guy at all,” he retorted, taking a tiny step towards her. He’d all but forgotten that they were standing in the middle of the crowded Entrance Hall. “What does that say about you?”

Elain’s lips parted, as if she wanted to taunt him back but didn’t know what to say. Was it his imagination, or was her chest heaving quite rapidly?

“Go out with me, Archie,” he whispered, low enough so that only she could hear. “And maybe you’ll find out if I’m actually a nice guy or not.”

The noise around him seemed to dim as she stared him down, cheeks flushed, her eyes as fiery as the cauldron behind him. But then she dipped her chin and averted her gaze, huffing out a little laugh.

“You flatter yourself, as always,” she said. With that she whirled on the spot and disappeared out of the Entrance Hall.

“Wait!” Lucien called.

But she was already gone, leaving him standing there with the sight of her blazing eyes burned into his memory forever.

#elucien #elucien fanfic #elucien fanfiction #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfic

[vestige-nan]

The Clockwork God’s Apprentice: Ch 5

Summary: Snippets of the vestige being Sotha Sil’s apprentice before the vestige became the vestige, because being Seht’s apprentice is the dream.  

Fun stuff: As always, vestige is gender neutral and not described, however they are a psijic.

"I don't know why Azura is the anticipation of you, you're nothing like her."

The god's ruby eyes followed his apprentice where his head did not. He slightly lowered the metal tablet he was reading as his apprentice fed their nixad a golden berry. Their nixad gobbled it up in one snatch before looking to his apprentice for more.

"Boethiah for Almalexia seems somewhat appropriate. Mephala for Vivec feels like a bit of a stretch. But you? Azura?"

"You have been reading the sermons," The clockwork god mused.

His apprentice held up a book with the title The Anticipations. "It doesn't make sense, any of them really."

"No?" The god asked, "Boethiah welcomes bloodshed and the overthrow of authority, and who better to anticipate the Warden of Morrowind, the insurrectionist of Daedric worship? Or what of Vivec, who weaves many secrets throughout his poetry and lessons not unlike the spinner of whispers?"

His apprentice looked at him skeptically, "Okay. Then what about you?"

"Azura might fit my anticipation the best of all. She is the prince of mysteries and magic, her domain of flawless beauty. What is beauty if not invention perfected?"

The god's apprentice set their book down and fed their fabricant another berry. "I don't believe it."

The god hummed at that. "Then you are wiser than most."

"Azura would fit the anticipation of Vivec much better, I think." They said, "Isn't that the point of all those poems? Beauty? Dusk and dawn would be his two halves."

"Perhaps," He responded. "And who would you assign the others?"

"You'd be anticipated by Hermeaus Mora, obviously."

The god almost almost smiled at that. "Hermeaus Mora isn't one of the Good Daedra."

"No, but it certainly fits more than anyone else." His apprentice tapped their lips in thought, "And then Meridia would anticipate Almalexia. Not for any particular reason other than that feels right."

"What complicated tangles you would put the acolytes through, making them justify such things."

"What about you?" They asked as they leaned their chin on their hand. Their nixad prodded them for attention, and when the fabricant didn't get any, he sat and yawned. "Who do you think would anticipate the three of you the best?"

"None," The god answered. "The Daedra were never anticipations for anything other than their own domain, and to think otherwise is to deny the nature of Daedra."

The god's apprentice stretched slowly with a yawn, following their nixad's sleepiness. "I thought you might say something like that."

Seht knew his apprentice would soon retire. Ironically, the clockwork god wasn't as deft with keeping time; it being so easy to get lost in his own work and his divine lack of needs. His apprentice's schedule was his personal clock. And yet, despite the hour, the god wanted to extend his time with his apprentice. How strange it was, to want so simply.

"Will you read to me?" The clockwork god said, his ruby eyes still on his own work, and his apprentice's heavy eyelids blinked back to life.

"Why?" They asked, and it was a reasonable question.

"I find it... smoother to work with ambient noise," It was both a truth and a lie.

His apprentice thought carefully, before holding up The Anticipations, "Do you want me to read this book?"

"If you wish it."

"Because if you don't mind, I would rather read something more interesting."

The god almost smiled at that. "What would you like to read me?"

His apprentice pulled up another book, one that was underneath their pile of academic tomes and instructional records: Investigator Vale and the Hounds of Black Moor.

"Have you ever read any of the Investigator Vale Series?"

"I can't say I've had the..." Sotha Sil was as stone, "...pleasure."

"Then you have been wasting your time with those ancient tablets of yours," They said simply, and it had been a long long time since Sotha Sil was reprimanded. "We'll start from where I'm at, since you'll probably anticipate everything about the series the moment I start reading."

"Astutely noted," The god remarked.

"I like to guess the mystery ahead of time," His apprentice said, and he knew that was true for more than just this book series. "So don't reveal the surprise to me, not even a hint."

"I wouldn't dream of it." The god said, just the slightest hint of amusement in his voice, as he returned to his work.

That was all the invitation his apprentice needed as they cleared their throat and began, "Investigator Vale, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon..."

#eso #The Elder Scrolls #tes #elder scrolls online #sotha sil #vestige #sotha sil x vestige #sotha sil/vestige #the clockwork god's apprentice

[ungojirasapiente]

Snowed In (MeiRocma fanfic)

The cold wind blew through Iceberg Isle, it was a particularly cold night, more so than it normally was for the place, even the animals who were most adapted to the freezing cold of the artic could be in danger, not only that, the clouds on the horizon were dark, indicating that this wasn’t just a particularly cold wind that was going to come and go, no, there was a blizzard approaching, and Rocma knew that, that’s why she decided to stay inside her house, alongside her daughter, until the storm subsided, too bad someone else decided to come to the Iceberg uninvited.

“looks pretty awful out there, doesn’t it?” Meikai laughed, the sea wizard had become friends with Rocma some time ago and it was pretty common for him to visit the place, usually to have a friendly chat with the polar bear, usually about their daughters, Rocma thought it was pretty nice, she usually didn’t let people, especially from such faraway places, get friendly with her, but Mekai was the exceptionally rare exception, a kind and wise man that Rocma actually looked up to, the polar bear usually asking for parenting advice, which the wizard was ready to deliver, his daughter was already an adult basically, so he had plenty of experience in the parenthood department, today however, Meikai’s presence was more annoying than welcomed…

“yes, which makes me wonder why you even showed up here in the first place” Rocma scolded the wizard, Meikai usually gave a visit to the iceberg every couple of months, he was a pretty busy man, and the sea that he lived in was pretty far away, so those visits were rare and barely a couple hours long.

“well… I thought the storm wasn’t going to hit until later in the morning, but I guess I underestimated it” the wizard laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head, for such an intelligent and wise person, when he messed up, he messed up big time.

Rocma sighed in frustration, the two had been chatting for already three hours, all the while Mafuyu played with her toys and some yarn balls they had laying around, not paying much attention to what her mother and Meikai were talking about.

“I don’t know how someone like you can do something so dumb”

“everyone has few lapsus in their intelligence, it’s just a part of life, I guess” the wizard shrugged, Rocma stared, completely incredulous, she was already starting to get mad.

“lapsus, you call this a lapsus!?” 

“well, what other words could I use?”

“i…ugh” the polar bear groaned; this conversation had gotten frustrating for her.

“so… when is the storm going to stop?” Meikai asked, trying to change the topic somewhat.

“it’s already pretty close, and these ones usually last for like a whole day or two, so we aren’t going anywhere for a while”

“darn…” 

Rocma stared daggers at the wizard, like she was saying “this is your fault” without even having to mutter a single word, the wizard gave another awkward laugh to try and soften the blow, but it was like using a pillow to protect yourself against a machete. Rocma stared at the clock on the wall, it read 9:00, then she looked at her daughter.

“Mafuyu, its bed time, grab your toys and go to the bathroom to wash your teeth”

The seal girl pouted, staring at her mother with adorable anger while holding a pink ball of yarn in her flippers.

“come on Mafuyu, it’s time for bed” Rocma said again, but the little girl simply sat down, arms crossed, facing away from her mother, making a small “hmph” sound while she did it. Rocma sighed at her daughter’s attitude, even though she loved her with all her soul, she had to admit that the little seal could be pretty frustrating, this was a pretty common characteristic from children of her age, they still had energy left for like a whole week, so seemingly wasting it on sleeping seemed like a nonsensical choice.

“Mafuyu, you should listen to your mother, if you sleep well like she tells you, one day you’ll grow as strong and as big as her!” Meikai gave words of encouragement to the young seal, making her stand up and look at her mother again, with starry, hopeful eyes filled with wishes and dreams that only a child could have.

“I… yeah! If you want to grow like me, you have to get a good amount of sleep at the right time, so you should go to bed and you can continue playing tomorrow, how does that sound?” Rocma explained, her daughter nodded with enthusiasm, she quickly stored all of her toys in a small wooden chest before running to the bathroom to wash her teeth, Rocma smiled with genuine warmth at the little girl, even an aloof and cold person like her had someone that made her frozen heart melt.

“ah, children” Meikai laughed, he knew how the experience of raising one felt very well, it was tiring, stressful and a bit annoying at times, but seeing them smile, grow up and start making their own accomplishments, as small as they could be, made it all worth it.

“yeah…” Rocma smiled at the wizard, before realizing what she just did. “b-but I’m still mad at you for coming here while the storm is coming!” she quickly corrected herself, almost making a pout, like her daughter.

“like mother, like daughter” Meikai thought, laughing a bit, this time sincerely.

“w-what are you laughing at!?” Rocma scolded Meikai, a faint blush on her face.

“nothing, nothing” replied Meikai, containing a small chuckle.

A couple minutes passed, Mafuyu was already tucked in bed, her little head poking out from under the bedsheets, Rocma stood beside the bed, waiting for the little seal to fall asleep.

“good night, Mommy” Mafuyu said, Rocma smiled, crouched down and gave the seal a small kiss on her forehead.

“good night, sweety, sleep well” Rocma replied, patting her daughter on the head.

“I’ll sleep so I can grow to be big and strong like you, Momma!” the little girl replied with the enthusiasm and innocence a small kid like her could give.

Rocma smiled and nodded, she turned the lights off in the little seal’s room, before opening the door, but before she left the room, she looked back one more time to see the little seal closing her eyes and drifting into sleep, the polar bear was just making sure everything was fine one last time, a bit excessive, maybe, but it did give her the peace of mind she needed, finally, she exited the room, gently closing the door so as to not make any loud noises. Rocma came back to the entrance room of the house, Meikai was sitting there, on the floor, legs crossed, with a warm smile on his face, Rocma stared at the wizard with a bewildered expression, before giving a small smile, Meikai was an odd visitor, but if she said she didn’t like his visits, she would be a total liar, they were nice, short, most of the time, but nice, she could always trust in the sea wizard when it came to parenting advice, he always seemed to know about anything related to that task, it helped Rocma feel a bit more confident in her parenting skills.

“so, she’s already asleep?” Meikai asked, Rocma nodded in response.

“yeah, she falls asleep quite fast, but it’s hard to wake her up in the mornings” the polar bear explained, giggling a bit at the last part.

“Wadanohara’s the same, since she was a kid it was always hard to wake her up, she’s such a heavy sleeper”

Rocma gave a small laugh, but her expression changed to a more concerned one, she looked down, like she was thinking about what to say, or maybe debating if she should say it at all?

“d-did it ever scare you?” Rocma asked, Meikai looked at her, confused, prompting her to elaborate further on the question. “like, did the thought of Wadanohara growing up ever scare you? Her becoming independent and all… that”

Meikai let the question sit in his mind for a couple seconds, thinking of an answer. “well… I would be lying if I said that it didn’t…”

Rocma listened close at the wizard’s experience. “of course it scares you, you are always trying to do what’s best for them, and of course you want to see them become their own person, be independent, have a whole future ahead of them… but…it’s also sad, and scary, you raised for a great part of your life and for a great part of their lives, you are the most important thing to them…” Meikai looked down, with evident sadness in his eyes. “ and then they leave, they don’t need you as much as they did before, they can do things on their own, have their own lives, and that’s… that’s amazing, it gives you this sense of pride, of accomplishment, not only in you, but also in them, especially in them, but it’s also ironic… when they leave and go do their own lives, you also feel like a part of you is being ripped away…”

Rocma stared, waiting for Meikai to finish, he hesitated for a second, before swallowing saliva. “and you are afraid, obviously, because you don’t know what could happen to them, you’re not longer their shelter, the thing they depend on, they depend on themselves or other people that aren’t you… and that’s scary, because you don’t know what they could be going through, you don’t know if they’re safe, or if they’re feeling well, or if there’s something bad happening to them… you don’t know…”

The polar bear reflected on that, the mere thought of something happening to Mafuyu was one of Rocma’s greatest fears, she’s been through entire nights of not sleeping because of those thoughts, worse still, is that that fear wasn’t entirely based on complete paranoia, the iceberg was a dangerous place, orcas frequently attacked the coast, predators lurked around the snowy landscape, waiting for easy prey to sink their fangs on, specially other polar bears, that unlike herself, wouldn’t pass on the opportunity for an easy meal, and god knows what other kind of monsters could be hiding, waiting for their next victim. Rocma shuddered, her nightmares were made out of those sort of scenarios, she would wake up in a cold sweat, shivering at the images her brain conjured in her dreams, images of her daughter getting injured or worse by an animal or a person, and her being unable to do anything, only forced to watch as her daughter’s life was taken in front of her eyes… it was a truly horrible thought.

Meikai noticed that Rocma was trembling, gritting her teeth, tears falling out of her eyes, he, in all of his visits, had never seen the polar bear cry, she was a tough, stubborn lady that usually didn’t listen to anyone and didn’t say anything extra, just enough to state the point she tried to make, only listening to his advice on parenting, and nothing else, so seeing her tear up was something that hit the sea wizard hard…

“but at the same time, you have to remember that they are going to figure stuff out on their own, you have to trust them, they will find out a solution to their issues, they’re going to make their own future, their own destiny and if they do need you, they’ll tell you, because they love you, because you were for them, and they’re also going to be there for you when you need them.” Meikai finished his explanation, the wizard stood up and walked over to Rocma, extended his arms, and gave the crying polar bear a hug, holding her tightly in his arms.

The hug was something Rocma wasn’t expecting, normally she would be completely against the idea of being in someone’s grasp, but this time, in this rare moment of vulnerability, it was something she needed, she reciprocated the hug with another one, holding to the wizard tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, and letting the tears flow out of her eyes, she had to admit, it felt kind of good, like she felt a weigh on her shoulders being lifted, it felt relieving.

“feels better?” Meikai asked, still hugging the polar bear.

“y-y-yes” Rocma responded, doing the same, sobbing a little, her voice choked up.

Rocma stared at the clock from the wizard’s shoulder, it read 11:45, 15 minutes away from midnight, the polar bear gently undid the hug, separating herself from the wizard’s embrace, wiping the remaining tears away from her eyes.

“i-it’s pretty late already, I didn’t even know how much time had passed…” Rocma said to herself.

“it’s fine, I can find a place to sleep somewhere, you have a couch or something? I don’t really mind”

“no, you… helped me a lot, thank you, I can offer you my bed, if you’d like”

“really!... but wait, where are you going to sleep?”

“I’ll figure it out…”

“no, I can’t accept that, this is your home, I can’t just take your bed… there’s gotta be some other option”

Something came to the bear’s mind, her cheeks turned red, she quickly covered them with her paws, trying not to catch the wizard’s attention.

“are you okay?” Meikai asked, concerned for his friend.

“i-I have an idea, but don’t make it weird, okay?”

Meikai tilted his head in confusion, just what was she thinking of? Well, the plan was for them to sleep on the same bed, a bit awkward, yes, but both had to make do with what they had; besides, it was going to be for just a day or two, right?

Rocma took out her dress, hanging it in a coat hanger in her closet, she looked around the space for another article of clothing, her pajamas, or atleast the pink button-up shirt she called pajamas, after finally putting it on, she tucked herself to bed, making sure to cover her lower half with the bedsheets entirely.

“can I come inside?” Meikai asked from behind the bedroom door.

“y-yeah!” Rocma confirmed.

The wizard opened the door and entered, carrying his blazer and trousers under his arm, wearing only a pair of navy blue boxers, Rocma turned bright red at the sight of this, she couldn’t help to stare at the wizard’s surprisingly athletic build, Meikai caught wind of this and turned his head to look at the polar bear, the second he did that, Rocma turned to look away from the wizard.

“hey, don’t worry, I don’t mind if you stare” Meikai gave a smug smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Rocma responded, trying to hide the obvious fact that she was ogling at the sea wizard’s body.

Meikai giggled, he proceeded to leave his clothes in a chair that was placed right in front of the bed, before entering the bed, right beside Rocma, and covering himself with the sheets.

Rocma tried her best too look away from the wizard, trying not to have any sort of weird thought about the situation, Meikai was also trying his best not to have anything odd form in his mind, Rocma reached her hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

“good night” Rocma said, laying on her side, turned away from the wizard.

“good night, Rocma” Meikai said back, he was laying on his back, facing the ceiling.

Meikai could be in bed for up to half an hour before actually sleeping, it was hard for him to fall asleep, but during the night he felt Rocma turning on her bed, before feeling himself being grabbed by the polar bear’s arms and being brought closer to her, Rocma was hugging him while she was still sleeping, Meikai also turned to his side, and did the same thing, and that night, the sea wizard fell asleep faster than he expected.

-the end-

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