#also i’m so sorry for having to postpone the event :(

[a-little-unsteddie]

Steve had known it was a bad idea from the beginning.

Dustin had come barreling in to Family Video, dragging a disgruntled Eddie Munson behind him, begging him to host Hellfire because the school was hosting some christmas fundraiser and didn’t want the Dungeons and Dragons club interfering with the event.

“Steve,” Dustin cried, eyes wide, lip jutting out, “please let us have Hellfire in your house.”

Steve stared at Dustin, unimpressed. He had one eyebrow raised, with his hands on his hips. “Why can’t you have it at one of the other members’ houses? Y’know, as they’re in the club. I’m sure one of them can play host for your dumb little game.” He argued, ignoring Munson behind Dustin. Well, trying to. The Dungeon Master looked wildly uncomfortable to be there, glaring directly behind Steve in defiance.

“Because, none of their houses are big enough for all of us,” Dustin explained, leaning over the counter. Steve scrunched his nose up at the action, gently pushing him back a few inches. Robin was standing next to him, looking amused, gaze flickering back and fourth while watching the scene unfold. Traitor.

“Right, so why can’t you just postpone the game then?” Steve asked, sighing. He grabbed a few tapes from the returns bin, walking around the counter to actually do his job.

At that question, Eddie finally spoke, “We can’t just postpone the session, that’d be stupid. I told you he wouldn’t do it, Henderson.” Steve paused, cursing himself for being affected by the tone that Eddie had taken on. He knew that tone, that was a ‘why would King Steve do anything to help others’ tone, or worse a tone that implied he didn’t believe Steve was actually friends — or whatever — with Henderson.

Steve turned around slowly, white knuckling a tape in his right hand by his side. He saw Dustin deflating, before seeing him puff up, getting ready to defend Steve.

“He always does this,” Dustin explained, “acts like he’s not gonna give in when he’s totally going to give in.” Steve watched as Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes in disbelief, opening his mouth to make some scathing remark. Steve narrowed his eyes, absolutely not.

“Right, because you—”

Steve cut Eddie off, turning around so he wouldn’t have to face Dustin as he finally gave in. “Fine,” he sighed, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. He heard something fall, but refused to turn to see what it was before he continued. “You can have your Dorks and Demons meeting at my house.” Robin snorted from behind the counter, meeting Steve’s glare with an amused grin.

“Yes! Told you, Eddie! Thank you—” Dustin began, but Steve cut him off.

“You’re cleaning up after, and you’re all gone by 9 P.M.,” Steve said, turning to face Dustin. The freshman grinned at Steve toothily, not fading even as he took in Steve’s stern look.

“Absolutely!” Dustin agreed, bobbing his head in agreement rapidly. He turned to Eddie, who looked surprised. Dustin either didnt see, or didn’t care, as he continued babbling away to Eddie as he dragged him out of the shop as quickly as they came in. Steve felt a knot at the pit of his stomach forming, twisting uncomfortably as he took deep breaths to try and soothe it.

“That was nice,” Robin commented, leaning on the counter with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. Steve schooled his expression to be one of nonchalance before turning to face her.

“Well, someone’s gotta do it. I guess,” he sighed, returning the final movie finally before making his way behind the counter. Once securely next to Robin, he looked at her with wide eyes. “Eddie Munson hates me and this is a terrible idea. Will you be there? Please?” He asked, pouting at his best friend.

“I’m sorry, dingus. Family dinner tonight, otherwise I would,” Robin said, looking apologetically at Steve. While she didn’t want to go, she also knew how bad Steve’s anxiety had gotten over the last few months after Starcourt. Steve groaned, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.

“It’s fine, I know how your family is,” he sighed heavily, closing his eyes.

“Call if anything happens, though,” Robin said, nudging Steve’s side.

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Steve knew it was a bad idea when at 3:30pm, Dustin knocked on his door with the rest of Hellfire standing behind him. Still, Steve wanted them to have a good time and made sure he had a variety of drinks and snacks available. He had taken the dining room table and moved it to the living room, so that way they would have more space.

“Hey, Steve!” Dustin greeted, barreling past him. Steve rolled his eyes fondly, a small smile gracing his face as he watched the curly haired boy run past, quickly followed by Lucas and Mike.

“Hey, losers,” Steve greeted the kids, “your favorites are already at the table, help yourself.” He called out to them, before turning to face the older members of Hellfire. They all looked vaguely uncomfortable, if not a little upset to be there. Steve felt his stomach twist again, clearing his throat to dislodge the anxiety a bit.

“Welcome, feel free to help yourselves to the kitchen. Snacks are on the island and drinks are in the fridge. Grab whatever,” he explained, opening the door wide enough to let everyone in. They all looked between each other before walking into the house. Steve let out a weary sigh once he shut the door, making his way after them.

Once everyone had taken their spots around the table, Steve noticed only the kids had the snacks still. He hesitated for a moment before awkwardly making his way to the table of nerds. Immediately, everyone’s eyes were on him, the kids with curious looks and the older boys with suspicion and confusion.

“Uh, there’s Coke, Sprite, Mt. Dew, Dr. Pepper and Strawberry Soda in the kitchen. Anyone want anything?” Steve asked tentatively, glancing at each of the older Hellfire members.

Gareth scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We don’t need your drinks, Harrington.” The name was spoken with vitriol, leaving a sour taste in Steve’s mouth. “Figures you’d try to buy us.” Dustin and Lucas frowned at the words, while the others laughed. Mike stayed silent, looking a bit amused, but still unsure if he should laugh. Steve swallowed thickly, leaving the room.

“Now that he’s gone, we can get started,” Eddie said, clapping his hands together. The kids were easily distracted by the words, their discomfort quickly leaving to be replaced with anticipation over the start of a new campaign.

For the next few hours, Steve stuck to the dining room, listening to the campaign. He had to admit, it sounded pretty interesting. Eddie had called it ‘the Cult of Vecna’, which seemed to get everyone pumped for the rest of the game. He would occasionally try to offer drinks or snacks, only to be rebuked every time. He eventually decided to just silently deliver Dustin, Lucas and Mike’s refills, before leaving quickly again to avoid the scathing remarks from the older members. After the first few times, even Mike had gotten uncomfortable with the remarks. It seemed to drain the kids energy, watching Steve get belittled at every turn.

“We can get our own drinks.”

“No, Harrington. We don’t want your damn snacks.”

The last comment he got before giving up entirely was one that hurt him the most, he thought.

“We’re not going to steal anything, you can stop hovering.”

So he stopped trying, sticking to the kitchen or dining area.

Around six thirty in the evening, Steve made everyone sandwiches. Dustin had told him about Jeff being a vegetarian and made sure there were options for him as well. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the table with apprehension. Unfortunately for him, he hesitated long enough for Dustin to notice him hovering again.

“Steve made sandwiches!” Dustin said excitedly. Lucas and Mike perked right up, turning to face the babysitter. Steve flushed, shrugging helplessly.

“It’s dinner time and I’ve only seen the kids eating, so I made sandwiches,” he said quietly, avoiding the gazes of the older members. He focused on Dustin, who grinned toothily at him, making grabby hands. Steve snorted at it, walking forward and placing the tray of sandwiches on the table, purposely standing between Lucas and Mike to not have to stand near the older members.

“Uh, these ones are vegetarian,” he said, placing the second plate down near Jeff. Jeff looked at him surprised before grabbing one of the sandwiches. Frankie groaned, rolling his eyes at Steve.

“What are we? Twelve? We can take care of ourselves, Harrington.”

Jeff hesitated for a moment, but still grabbed the sandwiches Steve had made specifically for him. Gareth looked vaguely uncomfortable, while Frankie just openly glared at Steve.

“We didn’t ask for these,” Eddie said, tone sharp. “Leave us alone, man. Don’t need to bullshit with us.”

Steve felt his stomach drop and tensed at the words that Eddie spoke, tears immediately filling his eyes. He turned abruptly and walked towards the front door, slamming it behind him as the tears began to fall.

Yeah, Steve knew it was a bad idea to let Dustin convince him to host Hellfire.

The table stared after him in shock, flinching at the door slamming. Dustin turned to face the older members, eyes fiery with rage.

“What the fuck was that?”

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listen i just wanted to write unresolved angst. not my best work honestly, but i still like it. not beta’d because why would i. i doubt i’ll continue this, because it’s just intended to be Sad.

#i just had the idea of the hellfire club being assholes to steve #while steve is just trying his best to be a good host #unresolved angst #hurt/no comfort #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #st #steve harrington x eddie munson #unsteddie writing

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Date You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: Rafe wants everything for their first date to be perfect, but unfortunately, it isn't.

Masterlist

They were going to go for Mexican food on Friday night, but unfortunately, Y/N got sick and lost her voice. It disappointed Rafe greatly to have to postpone the date, but at least now he can make it absolutely perfect. The Mexican place he wanted to take her to is now closed for a private event, so he had to rethink his plan. He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to go to the most exclusive restaurant in town. He planned everything down to a t. It was the type of place with a pre-determined menu, so he had to make sure that the menu they had the night of their date was something Y/N would like. He made sure they shipped in the drink she liked. He made sure that he got her the perfect pre-date gift. She wasn’t the biggest fan of flowers, so he got her some of her favourite stationery she likes to use for her notes. This date was going to be perfect and he was going to make sure of that. 

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The first thing that goes wrong is the restaurant reservation. “I’m sorry Mr. Cameron, but in our system, it says that your reservation is at eight,” the hostess apologizes, looking up from the screen. Rafe shakes his head, “No, no, no. That’s not right. I said seven. I confirmed with whoever I was on the call with that it was at seven. What are we supposed to do until we get a table?” Before the hostess can answer, Y/N steps in to help ease the situation. “It’s okay, Rafe. We can go back to your car and listen to some music. I have this great song that I think you would like.” She takes his hand and they head to his car to do as she suggests with him grumbling under his breath at the stupid person he was on call with. The next thing that spoils his evening is the menu being changed at the last minute. “And the entrée for tonight is a braised duck accompanied by a peanut sauce,” the waiter announces while pouring their wine. 

Rafe’s fist clenches in anger. He specifically told the restaurant he needed to know about menu changes because of her allergies. Now, it makes him look incompetent to Y/N because she told him about her allergies. “Oh, I’m allergic to peanuts. Is there any way to not get the sauce on it,” she politely asks. The waiter gives a tight-lipped smile and shakes his head, “I’m afraid not, Miss. The chef doesn’t like when the meals are altered in any way.” “That is stupid, so you are telling me that my date can’t eat anything because your chef doesn’t want to have his feelings hurt,” Rafe argues, boring his eyes into the man. Y/N smiles at the waiter, “It’s okay. Is there any way we can get the check, please?” The waiter nods and heads to get their check for the drinks printed out.

She turns to Rafe with a smile, “It’s okay, Rafe. We can just go to the campus pub. We can share the nachos.” He wants to argue with her that he can fix this and with the chef that he needs to get rid of the nut sauce for Y/N. Yet, something in him tells him to do as she suggested. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted this night to be perfect for you, Angel. And everything seems to be going wrong,” he tells her, putting his hand in hers. She shakes his head, “I know you do, but I promise, it will still be perfect if we go to the pub. Honestly, I like greasy nachos way more than braised duck.” This calms his nerves a little and he pays the bill so they can leave.

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The pub is busy. Probably because of the hockey game playing on the TVs, but Y/N and Rafe get a table in the back corner. It’s more cozy and warm than the stuffy and cold exclusive restaurant. The date is going absolutely amazing. They’ve shared so much food. A burger. Nachos. Wings. Fries. They completely indulged themselves in not only food but also conversation. There is never a moment of silence and laughter fills the air. Rafe has to admit that this has been the perfect date. “I just wanted to say thank you for letting me date you, Angel,” he interrupts their conversation. He can’t help himself. He needs her to know how much this means to him because he thinks he found his soulmate. She leans in to give him a kiss and pulls away, “No need to thank me. You found me and I promised I would. But this has been an amazing date. I love it.” He has kissed a lot of people before, but he’s never kissed anyone who's built a fire in his stomach. It tells him what he needs to say next. 

“I know it’s early, but will you be my girlfriend?” he inquires, begging the universe that she won’t say no. She grins at his nervousness, letting him be on edge for a second. When it looks like he is about to cry, she saves him from his panic. Her arms wrap around his neck, “Of course, I would love to!” They pull away from the hug to turn it into a kiss. Once they pull away, Rafe takes a napkin and looks around for a pen. “Here,” she offers, handing him one from her purse. She is so curious about what he is going to write. She watches as he writes down numbers for a list and then writes Rules To Be Rafe’s Girlfriend at the top of the napkin. Boy, does she not know what she got herself into. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

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[chrollohearttags]

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#emergency commissions #fic commissions #boost please #cherry chats 🍒

[jujumin-translates]

Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | Chapter 6: VELUDO STATION MEMORY ✕ Chikage Utsuki

Announcement: “The train will stop at this station for a moment for interval adjustment.”

Chikage: (...It’s probably better to take a cab now.)

Chikage: (Well, I did just get a call that the meeting I had after this has been postponed, so I’ll just go straight home and relax.)

Tsuzuru: …Huh, Chikage-san?

Chikage: What a coincidence. Did you have a part-time job or something?

Tsuzuru: Karaoke help. The time was short, but I was lucky enough to get a good rate.

Tsuzuru: I just got here, but has the train been stopped for a while?

Chikage: No, it only just stopped.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha. Well, guess we’re gonna be here for a while then… Are you working right now, Chikage-san?

Chikage: That was the plan.

Chikage: But when I was about to head back to the office for a meeting, it was postponed because of a co-worker having a problem, so I’m already leaving for the day.

Tsuzuru: Huh… What kind of trouble…?

Chikage: A mistake was made in the number of materials ordered for production and the factory was on the verge of shutting down.

Chikage: I bet that guy is on his hands and knees begging, going to clients via manufacturers.

Tsuzuru: Begging on his hands and knees… I feel sick just thinking about it…

Chikage: It happens all the time. Want to hear more incredible stories like that?

Tsuzuru: I’m tempted to hear future stories, but… I think I’ll pass on that today.

Tsuzuru: Anyway, it’s kinda weird to see you taking the train, Chikage-san. You don’t usually use the train that much, do you?

Chikage: Not really. At least, not as much as the rest of you do. Sometimes I’ll go by car or taxi too.

Chikage: I took it today partly because it was more convenient for the place I was going to, but also because I was looking for ideas.

Chikage: I still have yet to write my article for the web edition of “VELUDO”.

Tsuzuru: Oh, I see--.

Tsuzuru: …? Did you hear a distant voice? Was it the train announcement… or?

Roasted Sweet Potato Stall: “Roasted sweet potatoes~, roasted sweet potatoes~.”

Chikage: Just now?

Tsuzuru: Ah! It’s the roasted sweet potato stall! It’s been in front of Veludo Station before. Remember, you got some for us, Chikage-san.

Chikage: Ah, now that you mention it…

*Flashback*

Chikage: (Looks like I’m going to get home earlier than I thought I would today.)

*Phone notification*

Chikage: (The Spring Troupe groupe LIME, huh?)

*LIME start*

Citron: I want boasted sweet potatoes!

Sakuya: We saw a roasted sweet potato stall earlier, but they had just run off.

Citron: I want to eat broasted meat potatoes!

Sakuya: They went in the direction of Veludo Station, so if anyone happens to stop there, could you please get some?

*LIME end*

Roasted Sweet Potato Stall: “Roasted sweet potatoes~, delicious roasted sweet potatoes~.”

Chikage: There…

*LIME start*

Chikage Utsuki: I just found it in front of the station, so I’ll get some.

*LIME end*

Chikage: (The line is longer than I would’ve expected. The truck only just got here a few minutes ago and there’s already a long line.)

*Footsteps*

Boy: Haah, haah… Good, I got in line…

Chikage: (Is it really that popular…?)

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Shopkeeper: Welcome, sorry for the wait. How many would you like?

Chikage: Six, please.

Shopkeeper: Ahh…

Shopkeeper: You in the back, I’m sorry. Just sold the last ones.

Boy: Eh…

Boy: …I see. How many were you planning to get?

Chikage: Wait. How many were you planning to get?

Boy: Umm… one, two… three.

Chikage: A family of three?

Boy: Yeah. …Mom said she wanted them.

Boy: Even when I was little, she told me that she used to look forward to finding and getting roasted sweet potatoes and having me get them for her.

Chikage: …

Chikage: …Excuse me, but I’ll actually take three.

Shopkeeper: Are you sure?

Chikage: I was just thinking I’d buy extra.

Shopkeeper: Thanks much. Well then, three for the each of ya!

Chikage: Thank you.

Boy: Um, thank you very much!

Chikage: …I hope your mother is pleased with them.

Boy: Yeah!

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Chikage: Well then…

Chikage: (I only managed to get three, now what am I supposed to do? Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten at all…)

Sakuya: Chikage-saaan!

Citron: Good work today~!

Chikage: What are you all doing here?

Itaru: When I got the message on LIME from Citron and the others, it seemed like everyone was just getting back, so the timing was just right to meet up.

Sakuya: Welcome home.

Chikage: I’m home.

Chikage: …Wait, we’re not even home yet, isn’t it a little strange to say that now?

Masumi: Well, that’s true…

Citron: If the family is together, then even outside like this can be a home!

Tsuzuru: Guess that means the station is just like another entranceway.

Chikage: I see.

Itaru: By the way, it seems like you got the roasted sweet potatoes.

Chikage: About that, something came up and I was only able to get three. It’s not ideal, but I guess we’ll have to play rock-paper-scissors to see who gets them.

Chikage: I’m not that hungry, so I’ll count myself out now.

Citron: Then I am good as well.

Itaru: I’m an adult, so I’ll pass too. We’ll let our adorable kids have them.

Sakuya: Huh, but…

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: …Well, if that’s what we’re doing, then I’ll just do this. Here, half for you, Chikage-san.

Sakuya: They taste better when we all eat them together! Here, Citron-san!

Masumi: I’m good with half. You can have the rest, Itaru.

Citron: Oh~! Thank you!

Itaru: Thanks.

Chikage: I didn’t think to do that. Thanks.

Citron: They are very nice and warm! Well then, right away--.

Spring Troupe: Let’s eat.

*Flashback end*

Chikage: …And that’s what happened.

Tsuzuru: Those roasted sweet potatoes were really good. I wanna have them again.

Chikage: The stall just left, but do you want to go after it now? I’m sure we can catch it if we do everything in our power.

Tsuzuru: E-Everything in our power… what, like some kinda action movie chase scene?

Chikage: I’m kidding.

Chikage: But thanks to that, I remembered something I could use for the article and I need to write it down before I forget it.

Tsuzuru: Glad to hear that then.

Chikage: I was almost going to write about how I couldn’t read the kanji for “Veludo”.

Tsuzuru: No way, you’ve got to be joking again…

Chikage: But I’m not.

Tsuzuru: Seriously!?

Chikage: I didn’t know how to read it at first, so I looked it up, and I still couldn’t figure it out.

Tsuzuru: Well… the kanji are used for their meanings, not their readings, so I guess you’d have to live in the area to know how to read it. …But, it’s still kinda surprising. (1)

Chikage: Thanks for saving me from looking bad.

Announcement: “Thank you for your patience. The train will depart shortly.”

Tsuzuru: I wonder if the roasted sweet potato stall will be stopped at the station when we get there.

Chikage: Well, we’ll just have to wait and see when we get to Veludo Station.

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T/N:

(1) Veludo is both written in katakana as “ビロード” and in kanji as “天鵞絨”. With katakana, it’s simply phonetic, read as “biroodo”, with kanji, the meaning is “velvet” and is either read as “tengajuu” or “biroodo”. The reading “tengajuu” comes from readings of the individual kanji, with the reading “biroodo” having been adopted from the Portuguese and Spanish words for velvet, veludo and velludo respectively.

#a3! #a3! translation #chikage utsuki #tsuzuru minagi #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #citron #itaru chigasaki

[pnutxbttr]

dating cc!tommyinnit

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Notes; gender neutral themed

Sorry if it’s short, also sorry for not writing I’ve had horrible writers block :/ but hopefully I’m back and can start writing again !

Hope you enjoy <3

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This relationship is just a loving, eventful, chaotic mess

Sure he’s definitely softer off camera, but he’s still loud

And energetic

Will hype you up over everything

You poured a glass of water? He’s proud. You didn’t stub your toe on the doorway this time? He’ll give you a high-five

Wants to do/experience everything with you(not in that way you dirty wh-)

Always wants to do something

Do what exactly? Just.. something

Like I said he wants to experience everything with you, so if he’s doing something fun he hasn’t done before you best believe your ass is getting dragged into doing it

If you aren’t able to do something with him, he’ll just postpone it until you can

If he’s not able to postpone/cancel it, he’ll do it… but he won’t be happy ab it

Will definitely complain ab it for weeks

Will also demand attention to ‘make up for lost time’

Speaking of attention..

Mans loves it.

Any kind of it; whether it’s just simple as you smiling at him, holding hands, or full on wrap-around-eachother-suffocation-cuddling, he loves it

If you aren’t giving him attention he’ll just pester you till you do

He’s being annoying? Good. That’s the plan

If he’s actually bothering you tho he’ll chill out, he don’t wanna make you ✨uncomfy✨

But seriously this man wants to be the center of your attention

Like I said before, loves cuddling

He’s touch starved but look luck getting him to admit to that

He never exactly.. asks for cuddles he just sorta.. appears

And slowly Scooches towards you

And just kinda.. wraps himself around you

When you cuddle back he visibly relaxes

Loves when you play with his hair

He’ll fall asleep so fast like-

On the subject of attention.. there’s one more category id like to add

✨jealousy✨

He doesn’t mean to, he rlly doesn’t, and it doesn’t happen often

But when it does he’s a whole whiny, angry gremlin

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just thinks there’s people better then him(not that he’d admit it)

If he’s jealous he’ll just try to avert your attention to him

Example A - talking louder than the other person

Example B - bringing up something that you two have personally experienced. Obnoxiously.

He’ll try to keep your relationship private, but it rlly doesn’t work out tbh

He’ll intend to just tell a small story, and end up giving a complete rundown of what y’all did for the past week

Man’s rambles to much ab you(but it’s ok he’s cute or whateves)

You are, in fact, Wilbur Soot approved™️

All his friends like you, mostly because when you’re with him on call he’s calmer

‘Tommy Tamer’

He made a Minecraft world just for the both of you btw

Sometimes he’ll show his stream what y’all have built, mostly your builds/animals

The fans ship it, but not as much as Tommy

All in all, he loves you very much

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo #tubbo #dream smp #dsmp tommyinnit #dsmp x reader #mcyt #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit headcanon

[santoteez]

Kinktober 2022 - Day Three

Genre: Smut, Fluff (? Debatable)

Idol: Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Gym Sex, PlusSize!Reader(not extremely detailed or anything), unprotected sex, semi-public sex?, fingering (f receiving), squirting

Seungcheol sighed as he completed his final rep of the night. The pull-up bar banged against the rest of the cable machine, relieved to be put out of its assault.

Although he wasn’t one to let the woes of the idol career get to him, there were times when Seungcheol just couldn’t help himself. Like when variety show hosts decided it’d be fun to make jokes about his relationship.

Let it be clear that Cheol wasn’t the jealous type. No, he took pride when Y/N received too-long stares during their routine strolls, or when the barista’s fingers lingered a bit too long when they collected her payment, only for their face to drop when she promptly spun away from the counter and into his arms. No, he wasn’t a jealous boyfriend.

But there were some things he just couldn’t ignore.

“S.Coups, you’re such a busy guy! You’re the leader of a 13-member group, the leader of said group’s hip-hop unit, and you just got off a world tour. Now, you’ve revealed the most shocking part of all: your 13-month relationship with Y/N. How do you make time for everything?”

“Well, when you want something enough, you simply make time for it.” He smiled.

“Truly impressive. Now, tell us a bit more about Y/N. I know you want to respect her privacy and all, but just tell us what you think we and your fans need to know about her.”

Cheol beamed at the thought of his girlfriend. “She’s great. I was walking past a building- I won’t say where- when I noticed her drop a handful of documents. The wind was blowing so I stopped because there was no way she’d get them all herself. I helped her to her car and we’ve been inseparable ever since. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. She’s the sweetest person I know and she’s always there when I need her. “

“And do you do the same?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you also always there when she needs you?”

Cheol flinched, recalling all the times he’s had to postpone or take a rain check on their plans. Then, he remembered the nights when he fell asleep on her on Facetime or she’d arrive at his apartment excited for a night in to find him dozing off.

“I’m sure I’ve let her down in the past year, as I’m not perfect. But It’s always my goal to make it up to her.”

The host scoffed. “She wouldn’t have to go through all of that if you had a regular job. Or even a job like mine. I’m just a TV host. My workday ends. I could easily make it to important events since I don’t have anything like a world tour in the way.”

Cheol shifted in his seat, remembering the time Y/N’s work dinner fell on the same day as a special stage. Shaking hands with her boss with sweat dripping down his temple after running all the way there was not a good look. “Right.”

“Well,” The reporter snickered. “Maybe Y/N should be with me.”

“You?”

“Or someone like me. That could be there for those crucial moments.” He shrugged.

Cheol laughed. “Let her be the judge of that. We make it work between us. No one else matters beyond that.” His knuckles tightened around the arms of the chair.

The host raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying.”

“Thank you for having me.” Cheol stood up from his chair, heading for the door.

“You’re leaving?” The host turned to the production staff. “Is it over?” He asked, to which they shrugged. “Well, I guess we’re done!” He said, and the cameras stopped rolling.

They missed Cheol’s fists colliding with the host’s face.

So now, here he was, turning his anger into fitness.

If the world thought he wasn’t a reliable boyfriend to Y/N, it wasn’t long until she thought the same. He had to intercept before it was too late.

Which is why he called her over.

Sat in the corner of the gym, on a barely-used bench, Y/N watched as Cheol’s back muscles stretched and contracted with his every move. She watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed wildly after every sip of water.

She shifted in her seat, heat rising throughout her face and neck. When he called her over, she rushed over, excited at the thought of a late-night stroll afterward. But, her mind now had other plans. She took a deep breath as Seungcheol lifted his shirt to dry off his face, his sweat-glistened abs on display for her greedy eyes alone. This gym was privately owned, and the owner was a friend of Seungcheol’s. It was also after hours, so no one would be arriving for hours to come.

“Ch-cheol.”  She spoke, her voice barely a whisper, but he heard it.

He turned to her, smiling as he took in her beauty. He beckoned her over, chuckling softly when she wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m sweating.”

“I’m aware.”

“Let me shower first.” He tried to pull away, stumbling when Y/N didn’t let go.

“You’re not that sweaty, it’s fine.” She tilted her head to look at him. “Even if you were, I’d still want my hug.”

Cheol stared at her, raising his hand to caress her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”

“For all the times I’ve missed a date or turned up late. I’m sorry I’m not always-” 

Y/N pressed her lips against his, silencing him mid-apology. 

“Are you doing this because of that shitty reporter? I told you, he’s an old classmate of mine. Always had a thing for me, even when I declined numerous times. I actually have his mom on Facebook. And what do you know, she had not seen the clip yet. So, I sent it to her. She said she’d ‘deal with that knucklehead.’” Y/N smiled as Cheol burst out laughing.

“Don’t let his words get in your head. I’d never leave you for him. I knew what I was signing up for in this relationship, and I’m happy here. I want to be with you.”

Cheol took one look into Y/N’s sparking eyes before he leaned in, closing the gap between them. 

He tried to take his time, to be gentle. And it lasted all of 5 seconds before his kisses left Y/N constantly breathless. He pushed her onto the workout bench,  yanking her leggings down her legs.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m in a rush.” His face was flushed.

“It’s okay, me too. Keep going.” She whispered.

Cheol slid his fingers under the waistband of her lacy panties - the ones that drove him crazy, was this her plan all along?- and let out a shaky breath when the pads of his fingers found her clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

Y/N whimpered as she rolled her hips to lean into his touch. With her promotion and Cheol being busy with promotions, they’d barely found any time for…this. Hence why Y/N felt like she was losing her mind.

“Cheol, just fuck me already.” She pleaded.

He kissed her temple, a rather innocent gesture while performing such a lewd act. “I want you to cum first.”

“Seriously?”

“You cum on my fingers first or not at all.” He met her gaze, stoic and almost unfazed by her frustration. “Do you understand?” He plunged two fingers inside her, knuckle deep.

Y/N felt the heat spreading across her cheeks as she nodded, her breaths becoming ragged as time went on.

Her hand flew up to wrap around his wrist, keeping him still as her body shook.

“There we go. Didn’t that feel good?” Cheol asked, sucking his fingers clean.

He smirked when Y/N whined. “I know, I know. I didn’t forget.”

She was positive her heart skipped a beat when Cheol lifted his shirt over his head. The room was relatively dark, but the moonlight highlighted her boyfriend perfectly.

“Are you sure you want to do this here? This isn’t like you, baby.” He teased, despite knowing her answer.

She tugged on the waistband of his sweats, pulling him towards her. “Hurry up and fuck me the way that reporter can’t”

Cheol groaned, his dick hardening even further, which he hadn’t thought was possible. He yanked her panties off, abandoning them on the bench as he lifts her up by the thighs.

“Wait, Cheol. What are you doing?” She yelped.

“Shh, I’ve always wanted to fuck you just like this.” He pressed her back against the wall, strategically placing her between the pull-over machine and the treadmill.

“What if I get heavy?”

“You’re not. I love your size.” It was true. Cheol loved every aspect of his girlfriend. From her plush thighs to her full breasts to her soft midsection, he was obsessed. Then add her intelligence and charisma on top of that? How did he get so lucky?

He momentarily moved his hand from her thigh, pushing his sweats down just enough to let his cock spring out. The tip was leaking already, begging to be stimulated. Without a second thought, he brought her thighs up to wrap around his waist. He took grasp of her hips with both hands and slid his fat cock into her tight, little hole.

Y/N clawed at Cheol’s back with her long nails. She gasped as he pulled out almost completely before bottoming out again at a harsh pace, not even giving her a second to adjust.

“Cheol, baby. Hold on.” She managed as she held on for dear life.

“Uh uh. You can handle it.” He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, the faint traces of her perfume infiltrating his senses. “Good girls take what they’re given. You’re gonna be my good girl, aren’t you?” He gritted, not letting his pace falter even for a second.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good for you. So, so good.” Y/N could feel the sweat on her back allowing her to glide across the wall. “Just don’t stop, please.”

Cheol brought a hand to her face, pressing his lips against hers. His kiss was hot, hungry, and desperate. 

“You’re gonna cum soon, huh? Gonna cum for me in the middle of my friend’s gym? Gonna let me breed this tight, little pussy? Fill you up until it leaks out?” 

She nodded. “Baby, look.” She ran her hand over her stomach, where the bulge had not gone unnoticed. “I can feel you right here.”

Cheol huffed. “You’re killing me here, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“Cum inside me, Cheol,” She whined. “Wanna be full of you.” She stared at him through lidded eyes.

He shook his head. “You first, baby.” 

Y/N’s body shook as Cheol’s wandering hand rubbed jarring circles on her clit. Her mouth fell into a silent scream and hot tears rolled down her cheeks as her orgasm overpowered her being. Her body stilled as she squirted, her fluids coating Cheol’s abdomen.

“Fuck…” He mumbled, following suit as his white, hot cum filled her pretty cunt. The visual and intensity of her orgasm had been the final push he needed to cum.

They stayed like that for a while, trying to regulate their breathing.

Cheol broke the silence. “I’m gonna set you down now, okay?” He whispered as if an octave higher would scare her away. When she nodded, he helped her to her feet and stabilized her footing when she stumbled slightly.

“God, I needed that.” She laughed softly.

“You and I both. Shower?” He asked.

Y/N side-eyed him.

“Just a shower. I swear.”

“You said that last time.”

“...Okay, maybe I did. But can you blame me? I can never get enough of you.” He laughed when she glared at him.

The following morning, Cheol’s cell phone woke him up. 

“Hello?” He asked, not bothering to see who was calling.

“Choi Seungcheol. Did you fuck in my gym?”

That woke him up. “Nope.”

“Then what are these damn stains on the bench and on the floor between the machines?”

“...Okay, maybe I fucked in your gym.”

“That’s what I thought you’d say. I have a mop, a bucket, and rags. Be here in 15 minutes.” And the line went dead.

Cheol groaned, sliding out of bed.

“Do you have a schedule today?” Y/N asked groggily, opening her eyes momentarily when she felt him move.

“No, I’ll be back soon. Keep sleeping and we can go out for breakfast when I get back okay?”

She smiled and nodded, closing her eyes again.

His phone rang a second time.

‘I heard you, I’m coming.”

“There’s panties on the floor. Do you have any idea how much I hate you right now?”

“Okay, I forgot them there. I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He laughed as the man on the other end spewed a line of profanities down the receiver.

Very tired but I’m trying to power through in order to finish what I started :)

This was not proofread so forgive any typos but I’ve read it multiple times and I didn’t find any! <3

-pluto

#seventeen smut #scoups smut #seungcheol fanfic #choi seungcheol #scoups #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #kinktober #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic

[broodingboysimp]

Is It Really For the Best? - pt 6

Azriel x female!reader

Summary: The mating bond between the reader and Azriel clicks into place, but with the potential war with Hybern on the rise, the risk of having that bond fall into the enemy’s hands has the reader and Azriel questioning their partnership.

*takes place after the events of ACOTAR/ACOMAF*

Warnings: angst, violence/blood

Author’s Note: Sheesh long hiatus. I am so so sorry, but I finally finished up with school for this semester and found some free time to sit down and write! 

You woke early the next morning to put yourself back together, a warm bath much needed to ease the stinging that ran through your bones. To your surprise, the house had also been put back together, no doubt by Rhysand’s magic. He stood overlooking the city, eyes distant, as if he too had had a reckless night of sleep. 

“This place looks much better,” Rhys turned to look at you, dawned in your Illyrian leathers, and sighed. 

“I wish I could say the same for you,” You stuck out your tongue as you strode over to share the view with him.

“I’m sorry,” You kept your eyes on the city.

“What is there to be sorry for?”

“All this,” you gestured behind you, “this mess. Other messes,” You sighed, raking a hand through your freshly washed hair.

“I could smell the bond a mile away, I think everyone could,” You didn’t bother trying to fake a surprised look. Rhys faced you now, and you turned to meet his gaze, his eyes swirling with an intense darkness. “Look, Y/N, the mating bond is a deeply rooted occurrence, one that still can’t entirely be defined. Denying that bond can be dangerous-”

“I didn’t deny it,” You interrupted, “just.. Postponed it?” Even you sounded unsure of yourself.

Rhys let out a dry laugh, “Whatever term you want to use, it all feels the same to Azriel. I just need you to understand his motives.” 

“I thought this… arrangement would be for the best. Hybern’s cruelties know no depths, I just can’t risk this,” ‘Can’t risk us’ you said to yourself, “ending up in the hands of the enemy.”

“I know, and I sympathize with you. I just need you to extend some of that sympathy to Az.” 

You stared back out over the city, a mixture of sorrow and frustration swirling deep within. It was silent for a few moments before Rhys spoke again. 

“Do you love him?” His eyes seemed pleading, as if desperately seeking only one answer.

“Of course I love him,” You sighed again, this time sorrow overtaking everything, “but there is always something.” You trailed off, and took the silence that followed as a cue to take your leave and head to the training ring. You peered back towards Rhys as you left, noting how his shadows seemed to surround him slowly, gently, as if they too could sense something heavy in the air.

✦✦✦

Punching something was always a reasonable way to let off some steam. Or at least that’s what you told yourself as you wrapped your wrists in cloth, preparing to spar with the makeshift opponent that was a tree wrapped in blankets. 

Each step through your routine felt good, rewarding, even as the blows to the tree had your wrists stinging. Step by step, your fist swung harder. Each hit bounced off the target, and with it bounced around a new thought in your head. 

Why do I have to be responsible for these stupid mating consequences?

Crack. 

 Yes I feel bad, but I’m being reasonable. 

Crack.

Am I being reasonable? 

Crack.

Why can’t Az just grow the hell up?

The last crack of the bark was louder than the others, breaking you from your trance. You assessed the damage, and took the split in the wood as a sign that your sparring for the day was complete. 

As you continued through the steps of your training, you couldn’t help but feel the thoughts still stumbling around in your head. You felt bad for Azriel, but your choice was justified. 

But even with all the justifications, all of the convincing you had done, you still felt it. Felt that urge, like an invisible tug. Something primal, almost feral, kept you on your toes, and each time you saw Azriel, each time you even caught a second of his scent, you could feel every inch of your body screaming with desire. 

You trained for hours, mind still racing as the sun set over the city.

✦✦✦

Azriel didn’t return back to Velaris for 3 days. During that time, you kept your shields down, occasionally sending words down the bond, hoping for any response to ease your anxieties. But none came, which was why his presence at the dinner table one evening came as such a surprise. 

“Az…” You breathed out as you saw him already digging into his meal as you entered the room. His back stiffened at the sound of your voice, the action confirming a lack of injuries and filling you with slight relief. He kept his eyes fixed on his plate and gave you a slight nod. 

Rhys could feel your sadness from his reaction practically radiating from you. 

He’s had a rough few days, Rhys’ voice jolted you from your frozen stance.

Tell me about it… 

You took your spot at the table directly across from Azriel, trying your best not to stare, assessing for any signs of external injuries. The meal went silently, conversation from your friends lacking as well. After Feyre and Rhysand’s trip to visit the Bone Carver, word of Hybern’s search for the pieces of the Cauldron had everyone in a solemn mood. 

“Our request to visit the Summer Court has been granted,” Rhysand stated to the room, sparking everyone’s interest. 

Feyre especially, who had been tirelessly training her powers and combat skills with the help of you and Cassian for the past few days, seemed intrigued. 

“When do we leave?” She stared at Rhysand eagerly.

“And who does we include?” Amren, to your surprise, also seemed interested. 

“Feyre, Amren, and I will be leaving tomorrow morning,” both women seemed to perk up at this. He turned to face Feyre, still addressing the whole room, “Feyre will be using her new abilities to seek out the Book of Breathings.” 

She flushed, nerves taking over her face, but Rhys gave her a gentle look. You laughed under your breath at the sight of it. 

“As for the rest of you, I have some errands I need you to run.”

The idea of finally having a mission to complete sent an excited jolt through your body. While this extended break had been appreciated and necessary, you were excited to get back out in the field. 

“Cass, I need you to return to the mortal lands and check on Feyre’s sisters, make sure they’re safe and see if they’ve heard anything from the queens.” Cassian didn’t hide the uneasy look that covered his face, no doubt thinking of his next encounter with Nesta. 

“Azriel, I need you to go to Cesere,” The temple where the first leg of the Cauldron was found, you remembered, “See if you can gather any information on Hybern’s methods, moves, anything of importance.” Azriel nodded his head at Rhysand’s request. 

“And Y/N,” He looked in your direction now, “you will be tagging along with Azriel.” 

You stared at him blankly, not quite processing his words. 

“We don’t know what kind of danger could still be lurking at the temple, and I need someone I can trust to keep an eye out for my shadowsinger.” 

His words were laced with irony. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You stated, voice unwavering. The whole table turned to look at you, Azriel kept his face fixed on Rhys, his shoulders now tensed after his friend’s orders. Amren smirked slyly as she glanced between the two of you. 

“I am your High Lord, and you will follow my orders.” His face was unreadable. 

You prick, you seethed, seeing Rhys flinch as you sent white, hot rage into his mind. 

When he didn’t respond, and you had finally had enough of the awkward stares coming from around the table, you pushed back your chair and stormed off to your room. 

✦✦✦

You paced around your bedroom, thoughts racing as fast as your feet moved. 

What the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t have been thinking. Sending you and Azriel on a mission together, a potentially life threatening one at that, even though the two of you hadn’t held a civil conversation in weeks. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. You swung it open, a mix of surprise and anger filling you as you saw Rhysand standing on the other side. You sneered at him, but allowed him to push past and enter. 

“Y/N I-”

“Oh, save it, Rhys. I don’t get the big idea, and honestly I don’t know if I want to hear it.” You returned to your pacing to try and contain your anger. 

“I was serious about needing someone to keep Azriel safe, and I trust you to do so.” You stopped pacing and met Rhys’ eyes, which seemed almost pleading, “He’s been stupid lately…”

“Tell me about it…” You rolled your eyes.

Rhys ran a hand through his hair, seeming stressed, “No, not like that. Well, not just that. He’s been… reckless”

“Reckless?” That was never a word you would have used to describe the shadowsinger, always so careful and thought out with his moves. 

“Just be careful out there,” that was all Rhys said as he left you in your room. 

You laid in your bed, eyes shut, trying everything to calm your mind. But the idea of this mission with his Azriel had you feeling nervous, but you couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way. 

✦✦✦

The following morning you stood in the foyer next to Azriel and Rhys, your thick Illyrian leathers making the burn of your skin even worse. 

“All I need is information, anything that could get us the upper hand on Hybern’s intentions. We know they have a leg of the Cauldron, but we need to find out their intention for staying.” Rhys looked between the two of you sternly.

Behave, Rhys purred through your mind. 

I wouldn’t count on it if I were you, you mused in return. He gave you a playful smile. 

Az took your hand into his, rough scars startling you out of your thoughts. You concentrated on keeping your palms dry.

He didn’t so much as squeeze your hand before you both stepped forward, enveloped in the darkness of winnowing. 

The darkness was quickly replaced by a thick layer of fog, dense enough that your visual fields were limited to faint glowing in the distance. You could make out what you assumed used to be the temple of Cesere, now reduced to piles of rubble. An ache in your heart formed as you recalled what had happened here, as if the pain was as tangible as the fog. 

Az was scanning his surroundings as well, chin held up as if he wasn’t even aware of your presence next to him. 

“Alright, if we’re going to be doing this together we should at least act civil.” Az just lifted his eyebrows, “Oh, don't act confused. We haven’t had a real conversation in weeks and Rhys expects me to save your ass if you need it. I’ll be damned if I’m saving anyone who is going to act like I don’t even exist.” 

Azriel just turned his head again to continue his scanning. 

“God, you’re such a selfish prick,” You scoffed under your breath. 

“Excuse me,” His harsh tone was jarring, causing you to turn on your heels and meet his drilling gaze “You’re calling me the selfish one?” 

“There you go again, playing dumb. Well your acting is superb.” 

“At least I’m playing my part. If you’re going to be a bitch you might as well commit to the act.”

Your hand made contact with his cheek before either of you could register what happened. It stung your palm, you couldn’t imagine what his face felt like. 

“Don’t you dare,” You kept your gaze unwavering even though Azriel’s words stunned you. He huffed a light laugh in your direction. 

You couldn’t handle the rage that burned up inside you, and you didn’t want to see it released, so you once again turned on your heels, making steps in any direction that was away from him. You were fuming, you could have sworn literally. He had LAUGHED in your face. The anger kept you walking, not sure where you were going. Step by step, you let any hope of reconciliation between the two of you sink into the wet ground with your shoes. 

You finally gathered your thoughts enough to turn around and apologize, not because you felt bad, but for Rhys’ sake, only Azriel wasn’t there. You backtracked a few steps, hoping the fog was masking his figure somewhere, but nothing. The Illyrian was nowhere in sight, no footsteps behind you either. 

Your nerves spiked then, realization kicking in that you had foolishly separated the two of you, but the realization was quickly burned out by a searing pain in your right thigh. You dropped your leg to the ground, noting the ash arrow deeply embedded in the back, quickly yanking it out before its poison could spread any deeper. Adrenaline was the only thing that allowed you to get up and start running in the opposite direction of the arrow, narrowly avoiding another as it flew from behind you. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

You felt like an idiot, but you had to push those insecurities down, had to find Azriel. 

Az! Where the hell are you? You screamed down the bond, but it was weaker than before, nearly a whisper. Something was wrong. 

“Azriel!” You screamed out loud this time, but the fog swallowed up the sound. 

The Hybern soldiers were long behind you now, but that didn’t stop your steady pace as you backtracked, following your deep steps into the mud, until you finally reached the location where you had winnowed in. 

Azriel was nowhere to be seen, the only evidence he had even been there were the footprints he had left, and a fresh pool of blood. As soon as the stinging scent hit your nose, you knew it was his, and the panic in your chest became even more palpable. You knelt down, ignoring the searing pain from your leg, and dipped your fingers into the pool. It was still warm, meaning Az couldn’t be too far off. You noticed two new sets of prints now, leading in the opposite direction you had come from, no doubt left by the Hybern soldiers now dragging Azriel along. 

The poison from the ash arrow was starting to circulate through your body, ailing your ability to follow his scent. You started in the direction of the exiting tracks, a mild pace being held together by pure anxiety pumping through your veins. You had to hurry. Was Azriel okay?

But you had your answer already, the bond between you nearly untouchable, the emptiness in your body a sharp contrast to the pinging of panic. 

It felt like hours before you finally reached the outskirts of the Hybern camp, confirmed by the swarming presence of soldiers surrounding the vicinity. So many, too many. You wished you could call out to Rhys or Cassian, but no help would be coming. 

Assessing the situation, you determined the best choice of action would be to sneak in and sneak out. Your winnowing was impaired by the ash arrow’s poison, so you would have to rely on old skills to get the job done. You carefully made your way around the outskirts of the camp, the searing pain in your leg only growing more intense as you crouched in nearby bushes. 

You knew which tent Az was being kept in as soon as you saw it. 5 soldiers stood outside, large swords in hand. You cursed silently, knowing that in your condition you wouldn’t be able to take them all on, or take on whomever was inside. Your best bet was to wait for the guard change.

Azriel had been hurt too long, and the longer you waited the weaker the bond felt. Too many emotions were filling your body, you had to focus, shove them down. 

An hour passed, and as the afternoon sun finally shifted towards dusk, the 5 soldiers took their leave. You only had seconds to act before the next group took their places, so you didn’t hesitate to lunge towards the tent, stiff legs burning as you sprinted under the fabric wall. 

Relief filled you instantly as you realized no soldiers were inside, but that relief was quickly replaced as you noted Azriel’s condition. He was strung up by thick, black chains, bare chested and knees on the floor. His head slumped against his chest, and blood…. There was so much blood. 

Your heart ached, wanting to hold him and heal him right then and there, but you knew better than to hesitate. His chains seemed to radiate with magic, no doubt spelled to impair the use of his siphons, which meant your magic would be useless against them too. Body drained from pain and mental exhaustion, you channeled all of your strength into ripping his cuffs, your hands bleeding in the process as you tore the metal apart. Az’s limp body fell forward, and you caught him just before he hit the ground. His heartbeat was faint, but it was there. You sighed with relief, but perhaps too soon. The doors of the tent swung open, bringing an influx of soldiers, dozens of ash arrows threatened in your direction. 

You held onto Azriel with everything you could, scraping the last bit of magic from the pit of your stomach, and winnowed back to Velaris. Back home. 

#azriel acotar #azriel x reader #Azriel #azriel angst #azriel/reader #azriel shadowsinger #shadowsinger

[bambinella]

Second first impressions

A/N: This fic is a special request for @moonkowkow ! They requested me to bring an underrated character in the spotlight, and I was very intrigued to do so! This is my first time writing for America! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: When America unexpectedly stumbles into the nice version of Wanda, she has a difficult time accepting that Wanda may not be the monster America thinks she is

Warnings: angst, some light swearing and fluff

Word count: 4492

It was fair to say that, while her day had started as usual, things had not gone the way she had expected them to go. 

It had been over a year since the events with Scarlet Witch, Dr. Strange and Wong, and a lot had happened in her life since then. For about a year she had stayed with Wong, to practice and gain better control over her powers. However, the longer she had stayed in that one universe, the more guilt she had, since it meant postponing the search for her mothers. After many nights of pondering what to do, she had finally decided to continue her journey to find them. For the past two or three months she had traveled from dimension to dimension until she had lost count, and she was no step closer to locating them. So, she had decided that it was time to take a break. Next universe she ended up in - unless it was really bad or comparable to the paint one - would be the one where she took a pit stop, even if it was only for a few days. However, when she had stepped through the portal this morning, she’d immediately noticed that something was different.

She had ended up inside of a building, instead of outdoors, which was odd compared to all the other times she had appeared into a new dimension. America could tell that it was a pretty tall building, by the amazing view from the large windows. She stood next to a large couch, looking at a currently turned on television as she took in her surroundings.

“Wait, I can teleport into buildings now? That would have been good to know three weeks ago,” America mumbled, putting her hands on her hips.

“Uhm-”

“What the fuck just happened?”

The teen jumped as she suddenly heard voices from behind her, immediately turning around with her hands up. A surprised Wanda and Natasha stared at the ‘intruder’, who had interrupted their afternoon of cuddles and movies by opening a portal in front of them.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I usually don’t end up inside a building! I’ll leave right awa-” America said rapidly, before suddenly freezing as she noticed Wanda. Letting out a sharp gasp of panic, the teen stumbled over her own feet and fell down hard, crawling backwards to create as much distance as possible between her and the couch. Natasha stared at her in utter confusion as Wanda stood up, a frown covering her face.

“Are you okay? What happen-”

“Get away! Get away from me right now!” America nearly yelled while pointing a finger at Wanda, leaving the witch stunned. Natasha immediately jumped up and stood between them, looking as confused as Wanda. While she had no idea who this girl was or where she came from, the redhead could tell that there was genuine fear in her eyes. She could also tell that the girl didn’t come here to harm or kill either of them.

“Please! Get away from me! I won’t hold back this time!” Anger and fear were both present in America’s voice, and both women could tell she was serious. Natasha and Wanda shared a look, to which Wanda nodded before leaving the room. Natasha watched Wanda leave before turning her attention back to the teen. She slowly knelt by her side, holding her hands up.

“Hey… you’re okay, nothing is going to happen to you, okay?” She said, looking America in the eyes. “So you can relax, okay?”

“She… I… I-,” The brunette said, too shaken up to give a proper explanation. The assassin realized this, stood up and reached out her hand while giving her a gentle smile.

“Come on, let’s sit on the couch for a little. I can tell that you’re scared and you have questions, and I can assure you that I have questions of my own as well,” She added, raising an eyebrow at the girl. “But there’s nothing to be scared of here,” Natasha promised. America looked at the hand for a few seconds, before accepting it. So now, she was currently sitting on the couch, covered in a blanket while staring at Natasha. While she was still a little shaken, the teen was much calmer compared to ten minutes ago. Natasha had made her a hot choco, which had helped calm down her nerves quite a bit.

“Are you feeling a little better?” The assassin asked as she sat across from America, far enough to give her some space yet close enough to make her feel at ease. She was just a kid, Natasha realized, after having a good look at the teen.

“Yeah… yeah I’m okay now,” America said after a few deep breaths, looking at the unfamiliar yet comforting face of Natasha while putting the empty mug on the coffee table. The older woman smiled at her, patiently looking at the brunette. America knew that she expected an explanation, yet she was kind enough not to force it out of her. But how could she even begin to explain the situation she was in?

“Why don’t you start from the beginning,” Natasha suggested, as if she could read minds, sitting cross-legged with her hands in her lap. “Telling me who you are would be a good first step,” She added with a chuckle. America nodded and took another deep breath.

“Okay so… my name is America Chavez,” She said slowly, earning a nod from the widow. “And I have the power to travel through the multiverse,” She added, causing Natasha to blink. Not exactly what she had expected to hear.

“Uh…” She started, yet was quickly interrupted by America, who seemed very intent on continuing to explain.

“I know what it sounds like!” America immediately said, looking at the redhead with an almost pleading expression. “But it’s the truth! It basically means I get to travel from one universe to another! It used to be really hard because at first I did it by accident, but now that I kno-” She rambled, only to be interrupted by Natasha this time, who raised a hand.

“Hang on. Rewind. You travel from universe to universe… meaning there’s multiple?” Natasha asked carefully, earning a nod and a smile from the teen.

“Yeah! Honestly, I’ve lost count at this point, but I’m pretty sure I’ve traveled to over a hundred by now, maybe even a hundred and fifty. Every universe is unique and has its differences and changes, some more than others. This one seems pretty close to the universe I ended up in a year ago, and I really liked that one,” She said with a smile.

“Why are you traveling across the multiverse?” Natasha asked with a puzzled expression, immediately getting to the point. This caused America’s smile to falter as she stared down at the couch, looking almost ashamed.

“I’m looking for my mothers… like I said, the first few times I opened portals it was by accident, and I opened one behind them, sending them to another universe…” She said, swallowing hard. It never got easier to talk about it. Natasha couldn’t help but feel sad for the girl, not sure what to do to comfort her. However, before she could do anything, the teen slapped both palms hard on her thighs, pulling herself out of the sad spiral.

“I’m not giving up. I don’t know where they ended up, or if they’re still alive, but I won’t give up. I’m gonna find them,” America concluded, nodding to herself as she smiled, and Natasha couldn’t help but admire her a little bit.

“Alright… so now for the big question,” Natasha said, making America look up at her. “Why are you so afraid of Wanda?” She asked. The teen immediately froze at the mention of the name, breathing deeply through her nose before looking up at Natasha.

“Remember when I mentioned the universe I ended up in a year ago? I met Wanda there, or at least, the ‘Wanda’ of that universe. She desperately wanted my powers, and tried to kill me for it. She followed me across multiple universes, and she almost succeeded, so yeah… it was a shock to see her face again,” America said with a sheepish smile. This caused the assassin to frown.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, especially since you’re still pretty young,” Natasha said, feeling horrified at the thought of Wanda killing an innocent child. People always feared Wanda for her powers and called her a monster, while Wanda was actually one of the kindest people around. To think there was a universe where those claims actually were true.

“I mean, I get that Wanda would do anything for her children, especially since she lost her robot husband… I mean, I’m willing to do a lot to find my mothers, but-” She rambled on, yet stopped at Natasha’s confused expression.

“Wanda has children? With Vision??” Natasha questioned, both eyebrows raised. The confused expression created some hopeful feelings within America. Could this Wanda be different?

“You mean to tell me that… this Wanda doesn’t have children?” She asked carefully, earning a chuckle from Natasha, who shook her head.

“No she doesn’t. Well, sometimes she claims that Yelena and Kate are her children, but not real children no,” Natasha explained. America nodded, biting on her lower lip. Yelena and Kate. If she remembered correctly, the ‘other Wanda’ had called her children Billy and Tommy. The fact that there was no mention of them here made her feel slightly more at ease.

“So… this Wanda, your Wanda… she’s not going to try and steal my powers?” America asked just as carefully, her heart jumping up as Natasha shook her head.

“If you want, I can go get her and you can ask her that question yourself. I’m pretty sure she’s dying to know why you’re terrified of her,” The redhead suggested with a smile. When America once more chewed on her lower lip, looking very uncertain, Natasha scooted a bit closer to her. “And if you want, I can stay here in the room with you. Make sure she won’t try anything, even though I can assure you she won’t.” She added. 

“Okay… okay yeah, if you stay here then I’d like to talk to her,” The brunette said after a few seconds of doubt, nodding to herself. Worst case, she had kicked Wanda’s butt once before, she could do it again, right? 

Natasha reached out to place a hand on the teen’s leg before getting up from the couch, exiting the common room to get Wanda. Every second seemed like an hour, and America felt more and more nervous. What if it was a trap? Was she making a mistake? However, before the teen could do anything, Natasha returned to the living room with Wanda, and America froze. Her breath stopped in her throat as she eyed the woman, who seemed just as nervous as she was.

“Wanda, this is America,” Natasha said slowly, eyeing the two women carefully. “She would like to talk to you,” She continued, sitting herself down on the couch. America remained frozen as she stared at Wanda, who slowly walked over.

“May I sit here?” She asked, looking at America with a smile while pointing at the spot next to her. The teen swallowed and nodded, trying her best not to back away. She seemed much nicer than the other Wanda, but she knew from experience that the Scarlet Witch was a talented liar. Wanda sat herself down, staring at her hands for a moment, before looking at America with a curious expression.

“I can sense that you’re afraid of me, and while I don’t know who you are, I want to apologize for anything I may have done wrong to you,” Wanda said, and for some reason, America knew she meant it. She closely inspected Wanda’s face, looking for traces of deception, and when she found none the brunette relaxed just a little.

“You… you truly don’t know who I am?” America asked, raising a brow nervously yet curiously. Wanda slowly shook her head, slightly tilting it while inspecting the young girl’s face.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you, when you stepped through that portal in front of the television,” She explained, before suddenly frowning. “Did I do something to your family? I know I hurt a lot of innocent people over the past years while I tried to gain control over my powers, but-” She said, yet stopped talking when America shook her head quickly.

“No no, it’s nothing like that! It’s… actually, it’s much more complicated than that, and I don’t even know where to start,” The teen said with an empty chuckle. 

“Why don’t you tell her what you told me?” Natasha said from behind her, giving America an encouraging nod as she looked at the redhead. 

“Alright, well… this is gonna sound crazy, but it’s the truth, I promise,” She said, earning a nod from Wanda. The brunette took a deep breath, before finally looking Wanda in the eyes.

“My… my name is America Chavez, and I come from another dimension. I originally started traveling through dimensions because I’m looking for my mothers, but… a year ago, I did it to escape from you,” She said, carefully watching Wanda’s reaction, as she was still scared of the Scarlet Witch. Whatever Wanda had expected to hear, this wasn’t on her list as she looked at the teen with a shocked expression.

“Wait, what do you mean multiple dimensions? And you were running away from me? But how is that possible, I’ve never seen you before, or left this… dimension?” Wanda asked, as confused as Natasha had been. This gave the brunette the boost of confidence she needed to continue talking.

“I wasn’t running from ‘you’ you,” America said, holding her hands up. “There are many dimensions, and the Wanda from that dimension… well she wanted to kill me, to gain my abilities and travel across the multiverse herself,” She added, letting out a deep breath as her hands were slightly shaking from emotions. “So while I’ve never met the ‘you’ from this universe, your face still scared me…”

“But that makes no sense… why would she… why would I want to kill you? Why would I do that to you?” The witch asked with a deep frown on her face, looking horrified at the thought.

“You needed my powers to travel to the dimension where your children were still alive, and you were desperate,” America explained, and Wanda’s expression went blank.

“My what? Children?” She asked, once again looking just as confused as Natasha with the mention of the kids. Natasha looked up at Wanda with a smile, one eyebrow raised.

“Apparently, in that other dimension at least, you were married to Vision, and you had children with him,” Natasha explained, seemingly having a hard time not to burst into laughter. The confused expression turned into another blank stare as Wanda looked at the two of them for a few seconds, and America couldn’t help but mentally prepare herself for an attack. Then the exact opposite happened, as Wanda started laughing out loud.

“Me? Married to Vision?? And having kids with him? Oh man… I thought I was messed up, but I guess I can’t compare to the other ‘me’,” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly. While America hadn’t expected this reaction, she surely welcomed it as she already felt more at ease now. A small yet real smile formed on her face for the first time.

“So… you’re not going to try and kill me to steal my powers and go to the universe where you have children?” The teen asked in one long sentence, holding her breath as she looked at the witch, who shook her head with another chuckle.

“No! I have no intention of doing anything like that, I promise,” She assured, holding out her open hand towards America. The brunette leaned back out of reflex, yet quickly relaxed and reached out to grab it. “I mean, I did feel a connection with Vision, but I never felt romantic love for him. I was sad when he died, but it was the same kind of sadness for all our other friends we had lost in that fight,” Wanda said with a sad smile. America nodded, not really knowing what to say so she gently squeezed the witch’s hand.

“Well… you do seem a lot nicer than the other Wanda I met,” America concluded with a smile, no longer scared to look Wanda in the eyes. “I guess I was less afraid of you, and more of your magic,” She added. Wanda’s expression softened as she looked at the young girl, once again opening her hand. This time, however, two of her red wisps appeared.

“My magic can be very scary, that’s true,” She agreed, making the wisps float towards America. “But they can also be very gentle and kind,” She added with a smile. The little sparks of magic reached the teen and brushed against her cheek and neck, making her giggle in surprise as they caressed her skin. The wisps felt nothing like the other Wanda’s magic, they were pleasantly warm and gentle, they even tickled! She scrunched up her shoulders and giggled loudly, both at the sensations and relief as she now truly felt safe. Wanda looked at the scene in front of her with a wide smile, a playful idea forming in her mind. While only knowing her for a little while, she wanted to make America feel truly safe around her. And what better way than to make her laugh?

“Can I hug you?” Wanda suddenly asked, making the brunette look up in surprise. There was a split second of doubt in her eyes, before she finally nodded with a smile. Wanda wasted no time as she pulled her closer into a tight and comfortable hug. America let out another giggle, a stupidly wide smile spreading on her face. She had never expected this Wanda to actually like her, and it filled her stomach with butterflies of happiness. Her back now facing Wanda, the teen looked up at Natasha, who was sitting across from them. The redhead winked at her, and it was exactly what America needed to fully relax in Wanda’s arms.

“Thank you, for… this,” America said, a blush creeping on her cheeks. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been hugged like this, and I never expected you to be kind... sorry for thinking you were a monster in every universe,” She added.

“Well, you know…” Wanda started, not even trying to hide the mischievous tone in her voice. “There have been several moments where the people I love called me a ‘monster’, but for an entirely different reason than the one you’re thinking of,” She said with a smirk. America, who instantly felt nervous again, looked over her shoulder at the witch.

“What do you mean?” The brunette asked, not sure where Wanda was going with this. A nervous tingle filled her stomach as she noticed the wide smirk. She looked back at Natasha for an explanation, slightly calming down when the assassin, who obviously knew Wanda wasn’t going to do anything bad, winked at her. When she tried to shift in the hug, America immediately noticed that she couldn’t move either of her arms, which were being held next to her sides by red magic.

“Let me ask you one simple question,” The witch said, leaning closer to the young girl’s ear. “Are you ticklish?” Wanda asked, her smirk growing even wider. America could hear the teasing undertone, and couldn’t suppress a shiver going down her spine. The panic she had felt in the last ten seconds was quickly replaced by nervousness and… joy? It had been years, but she still remembered what it was like to be tickled. She recalled her mothers slowly closing in on her, a similar smirk spread on both their faces while America’s stomach filled with butterflies of anticipation. Those butterflies had once again returned.

“What? No, of course not!” America said, a little too fast for her liking. Wanda grinned at the small note of panic in America’s voice. They both knew she was lying.

“Oh really now? Are you sure?” Wanda almost purred, causing another shiver to roll down America’s back, the hairs on the back of her neck slowly raising as giggles started to build up inside of her. Oh no.

“Y-yes?” She said, this time barely able to hold back a laugh as she shot another glance at Natasha, who was smirking just as widely with an eyebrow raised. She tugged at her arms, yet her attempts were futile as she was utterly stuck in Wanda’s hug.

“... Wrong answer,” The witch cooed, wasting no time in making the young girl laugh. America let out a shriek when she felt sharp nails scribble up and down her sides, immediately jolting up in Wanda’s lap. With her arms trapped in place next to her, she had no chance to either try and stop those hands, or move away. She threw her head back against Wanda’s shoulder, helpless giggles filling the room.

“N-nohohohoho! No wait! I take it baahahahahahhack! I’m ticklihihihish!” The brunette giggled loudly, clenching her fists while kicking her legs on the couch. Wanda chuckled and shook her head, gently shaking her nails into America’s ribs, earning another loud shriek.

“Too late, you decided to lie to me, so now you’ll have to deal with the consequences,” She teased, keeping her tickles light and gentle since she didn’t want to overwhelm her. When she prodded a single finger between her ribs, America arched her back and closed her eyes shut.

“NO! No pleeheheheEHEHEHEASE!” She cried out, unable to deal with the sensations at all. Wanda slipped her hands under her shirt to tickle her bare sides and stomach, and America dissolved into hysterical giggles and snorts. “NOT THEHEHEHEHHERE!”

“Not there? What about here then?” Wanda grinned, moving away from her sides only to scribble her nails into America’s helpless underarms. The latter let out a scream of laughter, now shaking her head side to side. The witch chuckled and continued tickling under her arms for another while, before pulling back to give her a break.

“You’re definitely ticklish,” Wanda teased, releasing America from the invisible hold. “And your snorts are cute,” She added with a wink. The brunette groaned and crawled away from Wanda, shooting her a playful glare while hugging her own sides. Natasha had been watching the two of them with a fond smile, glad that the ‘misunderstanding’ between them had been cleared. And while she didn’t have a direct reason to help America in her current situation, she definitely felt the need to show the teen just how non-scary Wanda actually was. 

“Oh Wanda, don’t pretend you’re not just as ticklish, if not more,” Natasha said teasingly, slowly standing up from her spot on the couch to walk over to the witch. They both looked up at the assassin in surprise, Wanda’s expression quickly shifting from a surprised one into a nervous one.

“Natasha, whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t!” She said, yet before she could jump off the couch to escape, Natasha had already straddled and pinned her.

“Don’t worry, kid, Wanda is the least dangerous person in the room right now,” Natasha said to America with a smirk, her fingers immediately going for Wanda’s ribs. America looked in amazement as the ‘Scarlet Witch’ burst into loud laughter, immediately reaching for the redhead’s wrists to try and stop her. A smile spread on the teen’s face as she watched the two women wrestle around, quickly getting up from the couch to get out of range.

“Wait, why isn’t she using her powers to win? Isn’t she the Scarlet Witch in this universe too?” America asked Natasha, who was currently hands-deep into Wanda’s underarms. 

“When my poor baby witch is being tickled, she can’t concentrate enough to use her powers,” Natasha chuckled, turning to Wanda with a teasing smirk. “Can you now? You can’t do anything to stop me right now, can you?” Natasha grinned mischievously.

“NATASHAAHAHAHAHHA! STOHOHOHOP TIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHEHE!” Wanda pleaded, her laughter increasing both from the teasing tone and the fact that Natasha had moved her hands down to her hips. 

“That’s what I thought,” The assassin smirked, keeping her friend pinned down easily. “Now, are you going to be nice to our guest? Play fair and not bully her with your magic?” She questioned with a playful smirk, drilling both of her thumbs into the dip of Wanda’s hips. The witch absolutely lost it.

“YEHEHEHES! NOW PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHP!” She pleaded, tapping one hand on the couch as she gave up on the hopeless fight. Natasha chuckled and ceased her tickle attack, releasing Wanda from her hold. Sitting down next to her friend, the redhead shifted her attention back to America.

“So what are you going to do now? Are you going to keep traveling?” Natasha asked, making America chew on her lower lip. She had dreaded this question, because even if she had only met them, the brunette liked Natasha and Wanda. Well, this version of them, at least. 

“I… I don’t know,” America said truthfully, sitting herself down on the couch again. “I mean, I want to find my mothers, but I have no clue where to look. And if I just keep hopping from universe to universe, I might miss clues on where they are,” The teen sighed. Natasha and Wanda looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes before looking back at America.

“Well… you don’t have to, but we wouldn’t mind if you stayed as our guest here,” Wanda suggested with a smile. “There are many people living in this building, and Tony is too rich for his own good. We could throw it in the group and see what the others think about it, but I don’t think anyone would mind you staying here for a while,” She concluded, giving America a wink.

“Plus, if we have free time, we could help you look for those clues, find out if your mothers could be staying in our universe. The choice is yours, however. If you want to keep traveling, we’re not stopping you,” Natasha said, raising one eyebrow at the young girl. America looked at the couch for a moment, before looking at them with a shy smile.

“I like this universe better than most I’ve ended up in, and I have nowhere to go so… I would like to stay?” She said, making it sound more like a question than a statement. The two women looked at each other with a smirk, before once again looking back at the brunette with a smile.

“Well then, welcome to the Avengers, Ms. Chavez,”

#Marvel #Black Widow #Wandavision #America Chavez #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda Maximoff #Scarlet Witch #angst #fluff #angst/hurt/comfort #more fluff #tickling #cuddling

[the-himawari]

A3! Troupe Event Translation - Journey to the Colours (6/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kumon: “Oof!” “Hot, hot, hot! My tail’s gonna burn!” Should I hold back a little more during that part… Phew… (I’ll take a short break… it’s not 7am yet?) (I practiced early every morning by myself like this back during my baseball club days~.) (Crap, I thought about baseball again.)

*notification sound*

Yamaguchi: “Don’t oversleep for today’s game. I’m gonna thoroughly check the stands to make sure you came.”

Kumon: …

Muku: Kyu-chan?

Kumon: Ah, good morning. You’re early, Muku!

Muku: Were you practising on your own?

Kumon: Yep. I don’t wanna cause trouble for everyone in the action scenes, after all!

Muku: Please don’t push yourself too hard, Kyu-chan.

Kumon: Don’t worry, don’t worry! I have plans after this, so I was actually about to wrap up.

Muku: Are you going out somewhere?

Kumon: …Yeah. Today Tsuku High’s baseball club is holding their intra-squad game. It’s the third year’s last game, y’know. The game I was gonna go to was postponed ‘cause of the rain, so in the end, I haven’t been able to watch any of the baseball team’s matches since I quit. That’s why I gotta make sure I catch this one…

Muku: …

Kumon: Muku?

Muku: May I perhaps go to the game with you?

-pause-

Muku: Wow… there’s so many people here.

Kumon: Outsiders also came to watch this game. I guess they’re parents or alumni.

Muku: …Oh, I’m sorry, Kyu-chan.

Kumon: ?

Muku: I forced you to bring me along.

Kumon: Not at all! I feel more at ease with you here than by myself!

Muku: Really… I’m glad then. Ah, it looks like it’s about to start.

Kumon: …

-pause-

Baseball team member A: Run, run!

Muku: All of them look like they’re having a blast. It’s an intra-squad game, so maybe that’s why they don’t look nervous.

Kumon: … (If I was still playing baseball, then I wonder if I would’ve been in this game too…) (If only I tried harder back then, then just maybe…)

Muku: Kyu-chan, are you okay?

Kumon: Huh? U-um… yeah, everyone looks alive out there!

Muku: … It feels a little complicated watching your old teammates enjoying their club activities, doesn’t it?

Kumon: Huh?

Muku: You think to yourself, what if I was there too… I’ve felt that way when I see people from the track and field club.

Kumon: You’ve also thought that before?

Muku: Yes. That’s why I decided to return to the track one more time during our Phantom Thief play where Ju-chan was my co-lead. Thanks to Ju-chan and everyone's support, I was able to finish what I had left unfinished and put my past behind me. But, at the end of the day, the reason I wanted give the track one more shot was because I’m now a member of a theatre company. I realized once again how important standing on stage with all of you is for me now.

Kumon: (It’s because he joined the theatre company…) (I wonder if I’m remembering the past because I've overcome my debut performance with everyone in Summer troupe and now gained more confidence.) (If that’s the case, then I feel even more sorry to everyone for feeling lingering regrets about baseball…) (I am who I am today because of all of them…)

-pause-

Baseball team member A: THANK YOU!!

Third year A: We leave the rest to you!

Third year B: Go to nationals!

Muku: The third years put up a good fight!

Kumon: Yeah, they did…

Yamaguchi: …

Muku: Ah. It looks like Yamaguchi-kun noticed us over here. Look, he’s holding up his fist towards you.

Kumon: —.

*flashback starts*

Yamaguchi: That wasn’t your fault, y’know? Geez, don’t sweat it. —Here.

Kumon: What’s that…?

Yamaguchi: A fist bump. It’ll reset your mind.

Kumon: …Ahaha, what the heck. Does that actually work?

Yamaguchi: If it works as a trigger, then anything will do.

*flashback ends*

Kumon: —.

Muku: Kyu-chan…?

Kumon: …Sorry, Muku. I’m gonna go say hi to the baseball coach. You go home first!

*runs off*

Muku: Huh—.

-pause-

Kumon: *Pant, pant*… (That’s right. Yamaguchi did that in the past…)

*notification sound*

Yamaguchi: “Did you head home already?”

Kumon: Yamaguchi… (Sorry. I don’t know how to reply right now… I’m gonna turn off my notifications…)

-pause-

Kazunari: … (Private art school, huh…)

*flashback starts*

Teacher: A third year from Fuko High… most students start from their first year. There aren’t many who start from their senior year. Well, it’s fine if you’re prepared to take a gap year… however, what about your parents?

Kazunari: They never thought I would go into art. But they think it’s best for me to go what I want to do, so I have their support.

Teacher: I see. Understood. We will do all we can to support you until you get accepted into an arts university.

-pause-

Friend A: Hey there, Kazunari. Let’s go to karaoke.

Kazunari: I gotta go my private art school now~.

Friend A: What’s that? Is that different from a normal cram school?

Friend B: No idea. But I’m sure Kazunari’ll get accepted anywhere. Come on, just skip it~.

Kazunari: You think~?

Friend A: You haven’t been going out these days, dude. You’re gonna lose your friends, y’know~? Ahaha.

-pause-

Teacher: We said we would support you, but entrance exams aren’t going to be easy for an unmotivated student. It will be difficult for you to pass if you continue like this.

Kazunari: —.

*flashback ends*

Kazunari: …

Tenma: …I thought someone was here already. It’s you, huh? What’s with that paintbrush?

Kazunari: Ah, nope, it’s nothing! I see you brought your laptop. Are you gonna write your report here?

Tenma: Yeah. Yuki’s making the final adjustments to our costumes, so I can’t concentrate in our room.

Kazunari: Did you get kicked out?

Tenma: No!

Kazunari: …Tenten, you look like a regular university student with your laptop open like that.

Tenma: Well, yeah. I am a regular university student, after all.

Kazunari: …Tenten. You’re an actor, part of a theatre company, and going to school on top of that. That’s impressive.

Tenma: …Well, that’s what I wanted for myself. However, there are times I can’t attend my lectures because I’m busy with work, so I ask my professors and instructors to give me assignments and I ask them for extra help. I've never been great at studying, to be honest. But I like how university is different from what I’ve experienced before and that I can pursue my own areas of interest. It’s interesting that the atmosphere is different from junior high and high school, and it's good experience for acting too. Sometimes it’s hard to juggle everything at once, but I'm glad I pursued university.

Kazunari: You’re amazing, Tenten~.

Tenma: You’re the same, aren’t you? You work on school assignments during our rehearsal and show periods, and you even started taking up jobs recently. You’re doing enough already.

Kazunari: …

Tenma: Kazunari?

Kazunari: It’s nothing. The stuff you say really does sound cool, Tenten! Even though you got kicked out of your room.

Tenma: You didn’t have to say that last part.

Muku: Tenma-kun, Kazu-kun!

Kazunari: Mukkun?

Tenma: What’s wrong?

Muku: Please listen…

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#a3! #a3! translation #hyodo kumon #act! addict! actors! #journey to the colours #pain

[thecrimefiles]

“He’s not you...”

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: You accompany Parker to Berlin as a protective detail for Director Vance and things take an unexpected turn.

Main Character(s): Alden Parker, Leon Vance

Notes: This story is inspired by season 20, episode 5: Guardian and the second half is based off a dream I had a few weeks ago… also, it’s pretty late here so I’ll edit it in the morning but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy it!

You place a soft knock on the door before the sounds of harsh voices, coming from within, fade into a hushed silence. “Director?” The question goes unanswered as you notice a pair of indignant looking agents sitting by the door.

Confused, you slowly push your way through the door before repeating your question, “Director Vance?” As you close the door behind you, you’re met with the sight of Leon Vance and your boss, Alden Parker, having what appears to be a heated argument.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Ah, agent-”

“Perfect timing,” Parker interrupts.

“I... what,” you ask. The director turns towards the senior agent with an exhausted glare before you notice the luggage sitting by his desk, “are you going somewhere, Director?”

As he opens his mouth to respond, Parker jumps in, “the director has decided to forgo the postponement of his trip to Berlin, despite my concerns regarding his safety...”

“I’m sorry, what?” You turn your attention towards the director. “You’re still going to the Interpol conference? With all due respect, sir, but given the current set of circumstances-”

“As I have said to Agent Parker,” comments the director in a voice laced with authority, “I appreciate the concern... but I am not going to let a threat stop me from doing my job. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Parker’s attention is focused on the floor as you turn towards him, waiting for him to acknowledge the director's orders. “You want to go to Berlin, fine...” he says with a sigh. “But I’m going with you. I’ll be your protection detail, not those two agents.” He explains, pointing towards the door.

“You,” asks Director Vance as you detect a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I’m qualified. We both are.”

“We,” you ask.

“Yeah, you’re comin’ too... so,” he says, turning towards the director. “What do you say?”

“Plane leaves in an hour. Your bags aren't even packed.”

“I always keep a go-bag in my car,” he says with a smirk. “I’ll go get it... I always wanted to see Berlin.”

You watch him head towards the door before turning your attention towards the director, “it’ll be an honour to protect you, sir.”

“You’re a damn fine agent, I trust you.” He reassures you with a smile before you follow Parker out the door.

-

“That was a long night...” you sigh, locking the door behind you. You and Parker had agreed on sharing the adjoining room next to Vance’s - as it would be safer - so it was no surprise to find him perched on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” he comments, not taking his eyes off the file in his hands.

“What are you talking about?”

Taking a seat on the opposite end of the bed and thinking back on the events of the night, you gently massage the back of your neck before a soft moan falls from your lips, the stiffness melting from your body.

Parker had been so focused on keeping an eye on the director, despite his objections, that he hadn’t noticed the handsome man who had walked over to you and started up a conversation. The unmistakable sound of your laughter echoing throughout the lobby had caught his attention and when he’d turned towards you, he saw your hand resting on his arm... he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentfulness towards the man.

“Wait,” you say after a moment of realisation. “Oh, Parker...” His name, barely a whisper, falls from your lips as your gaze softens upon noticing the sadness etched across his face. “He just wanted to know where the conference room was, he wasn’t flirting with me...” you explain, slowly making your way towards his side of the bed.

All of a sudden, you feel a warmth spread throughout your body at the thought of what you were about to do to your boss, of all people, as a subtle shade of vibrant crimson colours your cheeks. Taking the file from his hands, you slowly crawl onto his lap, straddling him, before placing a finger underneath his chin. “I’m not interested in him...” you say, guiding his gaze up towards you.

There was an evident intensity swirling in his golden virescent eyes as they linger on yours, a soft smile gracing your lips. “Alden...” you whisper, softly allowing your fingers to glide over his ageing, yet handsome features.

“He’s not you,” you confess quietly, prompting a charming smile from the older gentleman. Running your hands through his silver hair, you let them rest on the back of his neck before placing a soft, tentative kiss on his lips.

Immediately, he reciprocates the gesture, deepening the kiss. His hands glide up along your thighs before resting on your waist, as he pulls you closer, eliciting a chorus of melodious moans from both of you. At that moment, a knock on the door catches your attention as you both pull away, breathless, his gaze lingering on the soft, swollen flesh of your lips.

“I think that’s Director Vance,” you mention before turning your attention towards the door.

To be continued…

#ncis #ncis imagines #alden parker #parker imagines #parker x reader #leon vance

[eddie-sweetheart]

HI!! I just recently read Sorry I’m late, sweetheart and OH MY GODDD just entirely obsessed with your writing and they way you can portray Eddie so well. I was wondering if you felt like writing a one shot or some headcanons about reader who is with Eddie and a musician as well but they’re in marching band and concert band with formal concerts and stuff?? Anywho, I think the dynamic could be so fun and cute!! Lots of love❤️❤️❤️

Hello love!! First of all, thank you sooo much for your kind words!! 🤍✨ I always try my best to make fic-Eddie as Eddie-like as possible (if that makes sense) so I'm beyond happy to know that you liked it!

I also loved your request, so I thought I could try to write some headcanons about it - it's my first time with this kind of genre, so I hope you like them as much as I had fun writing them!

Here's my version of headcanons about Eddie being with a band musician S/O 🌹

You and Eddie have been together for a while now, and you’re quite different people - which is one of the things that make your relationship so special, actually! You both love learning new things and hearing everything about each other’s passions, especially since one of them is music.

We all know what Eddie’s taste in music is like by now, and after a while you’ve come to appreciate it as well - mostly because he’s so vocal and passionate about his favorite bands and songs and he loves sharing them with you, and his enthusiasm is truly contagious. Plus, you’re the first (and best) Corroded Coffin groupie, and he loves you for that!

You, on the other side, belong to a different sphere of the music universe: you’re in the high school band and yes, you might not know your way around electric guitars, but you play your own instrument and you’re definitely great at it - “fucking amazing”, Eddie would say, and he makes sure to remind you any time he can! He’s your greatest supporter, really, and here’s why.

He wants to be involved with anything you like just out of his pure love and admiration for you, and this includes asking you to teach him how to play your instrument. It’s rarely a successful undertaking, but he tries so hard! He usually sits on the floor in the middle of your room, his tongue sticking out and his eyes partly covered by his fringe as he focuses on putting his hands and fingers in the right places, following your expert guide and miserably failing to produce any kind of sound in tune - but he looks extremely cute, so it’s okay. 

“Fuck, this shit is hard - I don’t know how you do it, sweetheart”

Also, when he actually manages to crack a few notes, he requests (or better, demands) a reward in kisses. You oblige happily every time, of course.

He often gives you a lift to band practice, taking the instrument case from your hands and opening the passenger door of his van for you, like the gentleman that he is. A lot of times he likes to sneak inside the school without you noticing, just to sit on the floor outside the classroom where you’re practicing to listen to you and occasionally peer inside. You’ve noticed him a few times, and the sight of his wavy hair and doe eyes suddenly appearing through the glass on the door always makes you accidentally skip a note (and your heart skip a beat) but you never tell him. 

When you finish early and find him outside the classroom, he always shrugs it off with one of his signature upside-down smirks. 

“I didn’t know I signed up for a bodyguard” “Jesus Christ, can’t a man escort his sweetheart outside?”

Eddie never moves or postpones his Hellfire Club meetings. No exceptions, ever. He’s just very careful to plan them around your performances and band events, so he can be there every single time - and that’s why he asks you for your band schedule every month, like clockwork.

More about official events: he never misses one, as we said. He’s always there on the bleachers, clapping at you and only you, his eyes following your every move whether you’re in the gym or on one of the sports fields outside. He’s such a hype man, he tortures the other kids who are just there to see the match or parade, or whatever.

“Second row, third from the left. See, Henderson?” “Jesus, Eddie, I have eyes of my own for Christ’s sake-“ “Shut up, it’s starting. And make sure to clap”

You always see him there, but you don’t how many times he risked being late. Not because he didn’t care or forgot: quite the contrary. He wants to look his best for you, so he always loses so much time getting ready - metal band t-shirts literally flying through his room as he looks for just the perfect one, eyes narrowed in concentration as he readjusts his hair in front of the mirror, stumbling over his feet as he rushes outside, almost bumping into his stupefied uncle on the way out.

“Shit shit fuck I’m going to miss the beginning - come on, sucker, turn the fuck on” *slams fist on the steering wheel*

Also, he loves your band outfit. Not the slightly cringe-y green uniform per se, but the fact that he gets to peel it off of you once you’re back to his trailer. After all, your body is your favorite musical instrument to play, and he’s terribly good at it.

Bonus headcanon:

I believe this applies easily to any passion or hobby you have! He loves anything creative (have you seen the Hellfire Club set up???) so he always would hype you up and support you - whether it’s about the school newspaper, drama club, painting or anything else you love to do! He’d love to participate, if you’ll have him, even if it’s just to spend some extra time with you… he’s such an angel 🤍

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x female reader

[yutahoes]

Four Brothers and a Wedding(?)

[Teaser] 

image is from Pinterest, sorry I had to crop Taeil out. 😭

Based on the Filipino movie ‘Four Sisters and a Wedding’ and for @hiraya-m​ network event, Movie Night. 

characters: younger sister! female! office worker! fiancée! Y/N, fiancé! CEO! Yuta Nakamoto, older brother! CEO! Johnny Seo, older brother! doctor! Kim Doyoung, older brother! news anchor! Jung Jaehyun, older brother! mechanical engineer! Kim Jungwoo (If you’re thinking, the family doesn’t have a written surname in the fic) word count: teaser: 96 words; actual fic: 8k words or more genre: fluff, angst, domestic au, platonic love, 3rd person POV, an attempt on humor summary: The youngest and the only sister in the family is getting married. The brothers, as protective as they are, had to stop this crazy wedding to happen.  warnings: a lot of crying, protective brothers, Jaehyun being a playboy, mentions of death, family drama

release date: June 27, 2022

"Y/N is getting married?" Johnny shouted on the phone, "What do you mean our youngest sister is getting married?"

“We might not cancel the wedding but we can postpone it.” Doyoung smirked, “By showing Y/N what she will lose if she marries that guy.” 

“We need to stop the wedding!” Jaehyun announced. “Yuta has a skeleton in his closet.”

Yuta sighed. "Let's stop this, Y/N."

"We're partly at fault." Jungwoo claimed, "We just made our sister miserable." 

“He doesn’t want me anymore.” Y/N said in a soft voice. “There’s nothing we can do anymore.”

a/n: Taglist is open for this fic if you wanted to be tagged, those who asked to be tagged on all my fics will be tagged as well. Message me if you don’t or want to be tagged. 

Please do note that this is not as funny as the movie since I changed a lot of things from the fic. Also, the characters in the fic are completely fictional and just from my imagination. 

I don’t usually do teasers but I’m taking too long to write this fic. I’m still in the last part of writing and haven’t read it completely so a lot of things might change and the date for posting is just my reminder to finish this fic. Although the network is for Filipino readers, this will be in full English since I also want the readers from the other countries to discover the movie and Filipino movies in general. 

Thank you for showing interest and for reading until here. I hope I can give you a meaningful story with this fic. 🥰 

#hiraya-m #yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #yuta teaser #yuta nakamoto teaser #nakamoto yuta teaser #johnny seo #jung jaehyun #kim doyoung #kim jungwoo

[melanielocke]

Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

Is there a possibility to make a mix of this two?

🕸“You’d be a lot more intimidating if you weren’t dressed like that.”

🌙Soulmates trope - but make them demons! 

Thank you and no pressure about this ask, you do lots anyway 🤍

I postponed this to the last possible day, and also included the Haunted House prompt I'd been given by @spears-in-small-spaces who I can't seem to tag and also @tessherongraystairs

The Unforgiven

‘What a place to meet.’ The young woman took in her surroundings as she entered the old house.

‘I didn’t choose it,’ the other woman said, raising her shoulders. ‘This is where the gateway is going to be. This midnight.’

The first woman walked up the creaking stairs. What a lovely place this way. Old, abandoned, and probably had a couple of ghosts in the attic. She had always been able to see ghosts, long before she’d become what she was, but hadn’t spent time with any in a while.

‘Afternoon, Cordelia,’ she said. ‘You look…’

‘Like a demon? Intimidating? Beautiful?’  

‘Beautiful, sure. But you’d be a lot more intimidating if you weren’t dressed like that.’

Cordelia was wearing something that looked like a Halloween demon costume. A short and revealing red dress with a red tail at the back. Although Lucie knew the small red horns coming out of her head were real, they looked like they were a part of the costume and the headband had just disappeared under Cordelia’s thick red hair.

‘They’re having a haunted house event in here,’ Cordelia said. ‘This way I’ll blend in. Everyone will be dressed in costumes like these. We can reach the gate without anyone asking what we’re doing in here. The event won’t start until seven though, if we’re lucky we find the gate before then.’

   ‘How sure are you of the gate?’ Lucie asked. ‘We’ve been wrong before. Many times, in fact. Every year on Halloween you drag me all over the world to haunted mansions and pumpkin fields and claim you’ve found the gate to free the Unforgiven but every year we find nothing.’

‘I know. I’m sorry for last year,’ Cordelia said. ‘At least we had fun, didn’t we?’

Lucie had come to enjoy Halloween, it was true. Every year, she and Cordelia would go on some sort of Halloween activity, and it was fun right up until the moment midnight had passed and they had to admit they’d failed to locate the gate to where the Unforgiven was locked up again.

‘We did,’ Lucie admitted. ‘But I don’t understand why this year would be any different.’

‘Because we have help now,’ Cordelia said. ‘An angel.’

Lucie stared at the other demon. ‘An angel? You’re kidding.’

‘There have always been angels sympathetic to our cause,’ Cordelia said. ‘Who believe the Unforgiven’s punishment is unjust and he deserves to be freed. Who know he never did anything wrong. The problem is, very few of them have the kind of power to help us. We’re far more powerful than your average the angel. The problem is that there’s more of them, they’re highly organized, and the archangels are too strong for us.

But this new one. You should see him. He’s strong. Not exceptional, sure, but he broke into the Archangel’s stronghold. He found a map and pinpointed this location, and then brought me the information. He’s meeting us here later tonight.’

‘Can’t wait,’ Lucie said.

She hadn’t seen an angel in a very long time. They kept to their city nowadays, and Cordelia was right, the majority of angels were far weaker than either Lucie or Cordelia. Lucie had never truly been an angel herself. Her father had been one, but her mother had been born a demon and Lucie had been something in between until she’d chosen to embrace her demonic side. She could have chosen differently, sure. She could have chosen to become an angel like her brother. Lucie had never seen the appeal though. Believing you were good and pure did not make it so and Lucie believed demons had been right all along.

Cordelia had been born full angel, but that was a long time ago. Her brother had been the first to fall. They said he couldn’t take it anymore, that he had chosen to pursue the freedom the angels abhorred. He’d never meant to start a war, but the angels had never hated anything more than what he’d become, and had dubbed him Unforgiven and locked him far away. No one could remember his name now.

After the Unforgiven had fallen, many others had followed. Including Cordelia and her mother. Cordelia had spent centuries trying to free her brother from his imprisonment. She might have forgotten his name, but she had not forgotten that she loved him. That had been long before Lucie was born though, when she’d met Cordelia she had already been a demon.

‘So, what’s the plan for when we do find the gate?’

‘Go in, free my brother, get out,’ Cordelia said. ‘Before the night is over and the gate closes. Otherwise we’ll be trapped for a year.’

The gate to the realm where the Unforgiven was imprisoned was only open in between six in the evening and midnight of October 31th every year, which gave them a very limited time window. Lucie had never quite known where Cordelia got her information for the different locations she’d searched.

‘What do you think your brother’s going to say when he sees you and you’re wearing that costume?’ Lucie asked.

Cordelia shrugged. ‘I brought a change of clothes for once we pass through. But I needed a Halloween costume and pretty much everything is like this. But I look good, don’t I?’

‘You do.’

‘I thought you’d like me like this.’

‘For a lust demon,’ Lucie continued.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. ‘It’s so dumb that lust demons are almost always portrayed as sexy women. If anything, the personification of lust would be sleazy men with neckbeards drooling over said sexy woman. Lust is the feeling of desire, not being desirable.’

‘True. But I imagine the men with neckbeards much prefer watching movies with lust demons who look like you.’

‘They’re not the ones I want to drool over me though.’

‘I can assure you, I’m positively drooling,’ Lucie said. ‘Wait, do I need a costume too? You don’t happen to have a last minute costume for me?’

‘You’re dressed like you’re from a different century, I’d say you’re fine,’ Cordelia asked.

Lucie guessed that was true. She was wearing a black Edwardian day dress, something she wore regularly. Demons tended to get stuck wearing the fashion from their days and while Lucie tried out modern clothes frequently, she tended to go back to Edwardian fashion out of habit.

‘You don’t think there are any real ghosts here, do you?’ Cordelia asked. ‘That would be one way to pass the time.’

‘I didn’t realize you could see ghosts.’

‘You’d think demons could, but no. Seems like you’re the only one who can.’

‘Who knows what the Unforgiven can do once we free him,’ Lucie said.

‘I hate calling him that. He’s my brother, and he’s not unforgiven. I should be able to remember his name and call him by it.’

Angels believed names were everything. Legacy, power. Even once you were long gone, you could be remembered by your name. That’s why it was something they liked to take away, that was why they’d dubbed Cordelia’s brother the Unforgiven.

‘You’re right, it’s their name for him, not ours. What do you think we should call him?’

Cordelia shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I’m sticking to my brother for now. That’s the best I could do.’

Someone knocked on the door and Lucie went downstairs to open it. A very tall young man dressed in a nice suit and a top hat. Lucie didn’t think she’d ever seen him before.

‘Hi. I’m looking for Cordelia Carstairs? I was supposed to meet her here.’

‘Right. You’re the contact. Come on in. I’m Lucie Herondale. Cordelia’s girlfriend.’

‘Oh, of course,’ the man said, a little awkward.

Last Lucie had heard, angels were still highly queerphobic. Of course, this man had chosen to betray the archangels and work for Cordelia instead, so who knew?

‘Your contact’s here. And he’s not dressed for Halloween either,’ Lucie said.

‘Uhm, this is a costume,’ the man said. ‘I am dressed as an Edwardian gentleman.’

‘Oh, right. I forgot modern human men don’t dress like that anymore. Real shame,’ Lucie said.

‘You two match,’ Cordelia pointed out. ‘Lucie, this is Thomas, the angel. Thomas, this is Lucie.’

‘A demon,’ Lucie added.

‘We have another hour until the gate opens,’ Thomas said. ‘I thought maybe we could order some food, I don’t like working on an empty stomach. Wait, do demons eat? What do you guys eat?’

Cordelia rolled her eyes. ‘Of course we eat,’ she said. ‘Mostly the same things as humans and angels. Though angel food tends to be bland.’

‘Eating too much is considered sinful,’ Thomas said. ‘Or food that is too flavorful.’

‘So basically, anything fun is against the rules,’ Lucie said. ‘Seems like it hasn’t changed much since my day. No wonder my dad chose to marry a demon woman instead.’

‘Yes, that sums it up,’ Thomas said. ‘My parents don’t really agree with the angels, and my dad tried to change things from a seat at the angel council, but that didn’t really work. I believe we have to bring back the Unforgiven. He’s the only demon powerful enough to stand against the archangels.’

‘Cordelia’s pretty powerful,’ Lucie said. ‘But then she’s his sister. Ordering food before we go looking is actually a pretty good idea. Cordelia, do you think we should order anything for your brother? I imagine he might be hungry after being imprisoned for so long, it would be rude not to give him something to eat.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

Lucie started exploring the mansion, mapping it out and searching for places where the gateway might be hidden. They had to be back within those six hours, they should aim to waste as little time as possible searching for the gate. When she’d made a list of all the difficult to find places where the gate might appear, she returned to Cordelia and Thomas, who had just accepted several bags with food.

‘What did you get?’ Lucie asked, excited.

‘Persian food,’ Thomas said. ‘I figured Cordelia’s brother might like that.’

They finished their food, leaving a portion behind for the Unforgiven. It would be a real shame if they didn’t find him now, because the food was very good. Two minutes to six. The clock was ticking, and the silence was almost unbearable.

‘So, are we splitting up, or searching the house together?’

‘Splitting up is faster,’ Thomas said.

‘Splitting up is how people die in horror movies,’ Cordelia interjected. ‘We don’t know if the archangels are going to try anything, and we have to face them together if they come. Preferably with my brother there.’

‘Kiss for good luck before we go?’ Lucie asked Cordelia.

Cordelia put her hands on Lucie’s waist, pulling her closer before kissing her. ‘Good luck,’ Cordelia said as they broke apart.

They found the gate only a few minutes after six. It was in the attic, and while Lucie had been worried about recognizing the gate, she shouldn’t have. There’s no way anyone could have missed this. In the middle of the attic was an area of pure darkness. Something like a black hole.

There were footsteps on the stairs up. People visiting to celebrate Halloween? Or archangels? Lucie wasn’t eager to find out.

‘Let’s go,’ she said, taking Cordelia’s hand in hers, and Thomas’ in the other.

Together, the three of them stepped through the gate. For a moment, there was nothing. All she could feel was Cordelia’s hand, still in hers. Then they were in a dark cave, a faint light shimmering through the corridors.

‘It’s a maze down here,’ Thomas said. ‘But my friend Kamala gave me a magic thread we can follow back to the entrance.’

‘That’s useful,’ Lucie said.

‘Not sure how we find the Unforgiven though.’

‘Through me,’ Cordelia said. ‘I have a spell that will lead me to my brother. You roll out the thread so we can find our way back.’

Cordelia cast her spell, and a flame led the way deeper into the maze. They had to run to keep up, the flame was fast, and the three of them were completely out of breath by the time they entered the center of the maze.

 It was a round room with several corridors leading to a different place into the maze, and in the middle of it was a young man with black wings. He looked like Cordelia, but his hair was black rather than red. His hands were bound behind his back, tied to the floor.

‘Brother,’ Cordelia said. ‘We have come to set you free.’

The man looked up and into his sister’s eyes. ‘Layla. You came for me. I never thought I’d see you again.’

‘I found you, I finally found you. Come, we’ll break your chains.’

‘It takes angel blood,’ the young man said. ‘A clever trick they pulled on me, because what angel would wish to set me free?’  

‘I’m an angel,’ Thomas said. ‘I’ll give you the blood you need.’

The young man looked at Thomas, his eyes wide with surprise. Thomas took out a knife and made a small cut at the base off his wrist.

‘Now what?’

‘Smear the blood onto the chains.’

The moment Thomas’ blood touched the chains, they dissolved into nothing, and for the first time in centuries, the Unforgiven rose. He was truly as magnificent as the demons had been led to believe. A pair of black feathered wings, the biggest Lucie had ever seen. He radiated power. Yet at the same time he seemed so vulnerable underneath it all. It’d take time to reclaim his strenght.

‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘What is your name?’

‘Thomas. Thomas Lightwood. What about you?’

‘It’s Alastair,’ he said.

‘Alastair,’ Cordelia breathed. ‘Of course. That’s your name. I’d forgotten for so long. Come, we’ll take you home.’

‘I’m not sure I’m strong enough,’ Alastair said.

‘Lean on me,’ Thomas said.

Thomas, it turned out, was too tall for Alastair to comfortably lean on, so instead Thomas picked him up, carrying him in his arms as they followed the thread back to the gate.

‘There it is,’ Cordelia said. ‘You’re going to be safe, I promise. I won’t let anything else happen to you ever again.’

They all walked through the gateway together, back into the attic of the haunted house. And they were not alone.

In front of them, were four archangels. Including Elias. They said he was the reason Alastair had fallen in the first place. They said he was the most terrible archangels who had ever lived. Lucie had never known him, even when she’d still moved among angels he had actively avoided her.

‘I always thought this would end in a fight,’ Lucie said. ‘Good thing I’ve come prepared.’

@alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @life-through-the-eyes-of @styxdrawings @justanormaldemon @ipromiseiwillwrite @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised @amchara @all-for-the-fanfiction @imsoftforthomastair @ddepressedbookworm @queenlilith43 @wagner-fell @cant-think-of-anything @laylax13s @tessherongraystairs @boredfangirl16 @artist-in-soul @leslutapologist @ikissedsmithparker

#Cordelia Carstairs #Lucie Herondale #Lucelia #Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Thomastair #demon au #halloween #the last hours #tlh #styx' request

[lyon-amore]

Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 25

Capítulo 24 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   *MC POV*  It feels like it was a long time ago that I had my friends at my house.  I have been telling them every detail, from the beginning to the end. How we started with the forensic, ending with what happened last night. I have omitted the meeting with Richy for the moment, lying that a policeman told us what happened. I don't want to bring tension to the conversation, even though they don't seem to be happy with my explanation. From their faces, they look angry.     "Why didn't you tell us what you were investigating from the beginning?" Lilly's arms crossed, looking at me like I'm the criminal.     "Because it would be too risky for you to know." I replied, hugging myself. "It's enough that I dragged Jake into this. And he has put me aside to show all the evidence. "     "He did well to put you aside." Dan nods, taking the drink from him. I'm confused. Are he agreeing with Jake? What happened? "They could have killed you last night and you've done enough digging to ruin that bastard's life, let Jake do the work and you rest, you've been through a lot."      I try to look at it in a positive way, but I can't. I have Jake on my mind, worried that he might get arrested. If I could, I'd go looking for him, but it's clearly dangerous to leave Duskwood.     "MC?" Jessy calls me, looking worried about me "What's going on?"     "I… What if I've put him in danger and they go for him too? If they were going for me, what are the chances of that happening?"     "Knowing Jake, I'm sure he's fine." Hannah closes her eyes. I can see her concern. "I'm sure he'll contact us soon."      My phone rings and we all look at Hannah in surprise. It was a very good coincidence.     "Did you just summon him, honey?" Thomas asks, looking at my phone in fear.     "I don't know, I'm also surprised."       I pick up my phone and look at the message. I let out a calmer sigh.     "It's Alan, he's about surveillance preparations," I replied, relaxing ‘’He has been quick to do it."     “After your story, anyone wouldn't go fast.” Lilly says, rolling her eyes.     "I'm sorry... I won't hide anything more."     "You'd better."      I feel so much better after telling it. Maybe I should have told them, but… Surely they would want to help me and they would also include themself in this case. I couldn't do that to them. I would never forgive myself.     "Maybe you should postpone the wedding." Cleo suggests. "With everything that's happened, you should wait for things to calm down. And for that wound to heal, you won't have a good memory when you see the photos."      I see my bandaged arm and sigh. Yeah, maybe she’s right, we should postpone it. This whole affair has made my desire to get married minimized.     "Yes, you're right, I'll talk to Phil when he gets back." I answered, a little tired.     "Hey, calm down." Jessy hugs me and smiles "You'll see that in the end everything will work out and you'll have the best wedding in the world. Don't worry about putting it off a little bit."      I smile at Jessy and nod. The next time I do another major event, I'll avoid doing any research. After hours of talking, I'm finally home alone. I keep looking at my phone waiting for a message from Jake. Will he have made it? Will he have managed to expose Schneider?     "Shall I send him a message?" I wonder, looking at my phone.      I take it and click his chat.I bite my lip wondering whether to write or not. At least to ask him if it turned out well, right?     "It's not the same to talk to him again on the phone than face to face," I say, lying down on the sofa, taking the phone to my chest, hugging it tightly. "Is he missing me now? When will he return to Duskwood?"       I'm thinking too much about Jake. I can feel all the hugs he's given me in the time I've been with him. Every time he took my hand or pushed a strand of hair away from my face, I could feel him all over my body.     "Why did you come back into my life, Jake?" I whisper, squeezing the phone tighter. "Don't you know that now I can't keep you away from me and I can't do that?"      I feel guilty for thinking this way. Because at no time have I kissed Jake or slept with him, but it feels like I'm cheating on Phil with him.  I react quickly when receiving a message. It's Jake. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake The news. Now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After those two messages, it disconnects again.  I listen to him and turn on the television. On the news, they talk about how the police chief, Manfred Schneider, is being wanted by the police for the crimes of murder, child abuse and blackmail. I squeal with delight and start jumping on the spot. He had made it. I quickly start writing to him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC YOU ARE AMAZING! How did you do it? I want to know it! 😲 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wait and I wait. But he doesn't answer.  I put my phone aside and sit on the couch watching the breaking news. They talk about a hacker and some interviews with some police officers about the situation. They want to contact him to find out how he knew all that information that they later received. Chronological information of everything we have investigated. I was surprised to hear that there were some audios that they had received. Had his phone been programmed to record conversations? What pleases me is that he had not leaked my name in the documents. He was still protecting me. Another notification.  I pick up my phone and smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Have you ever heard 'A magician never reveals his tricks'? Neither a hacker. ;) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He goes offline again, but this time I'm much calmer with his message.    "Thank you for everything you've done, Jake." *Jake POV*  Two weeks had passed and Schneider had still not been found, but he had become the most wanted man in the country. The last piece of evidence, about Schneider threatening MC's father, I had given it on the condition that this information not leave the police station for the moment, under the threat that if I found out that someone had leaked it to the press, I would take care of their entire bank account personally. I have to keep MC's family out of the news. I decided to go to Duskwood to eat with my sisters and their parents. When everything was quieter, I accepted their invitation to visit them. I put the stuffed animal in a bag and take it with me as I told myself. I was not going to meet MC. I would return home as soon as I finished the meeting. I still feel like an intruder in this family, like I don't fit in yet. Their mother at least tries to make me comfortable and she often asks me every once in a while if I want a little more than she's serving us, which makes Lilly and Hannah tell them to leave me alone and not try to stuff me with food. I can't help but let out a laugh when I see them protective of me, although it's also a bit embarrassing.  It's a little hard for me to keep my mind focused on the conversation sometimes, knowing that I'm in Duskwood, I only think about how close I am to MC. I just wrote to let her know the news from Schneider. I want to keep some distance between the two of us and have her focus on her relationship with Phil. With everything that's happened, they deserve to spend some time together.  With Aleena… Well, that's another story. I try not to confuse her with my actions so she doesn't think I want something with her. I notice the vibration of the cell phone. I guess it must be Aleena. She always texts or calls me at this time. It never fails. I'm starting to get overwhelmed with her messaging schedules, I'm going to have to make it clear to her.     "Jake? Everything's fine?" Nathan asks me, looking at me with a frown.     "Yes, everything is fine." I answered, not giving it much importance. "I'd like to help with the dishes."     "But what are you saying? If you are our guest! " Mrs. Donfort smiles at me, taking my plate away.     "I insist." I got up, taking the plates that she is carrying in her hand. "I… I would like to help you in everything you need."      She smiles at me and accepts leaving them in my hand.     "Okay, but it will be the last time, All right?"     "You didn't do that with us." Lilly complains.     “You lived under my roof for free, miss."      Everyone laughs. That being a joke in the family.I remember my mother when I helped her at home. She was always working, so I didn't want her to do it all by herself. She always thanked me with a smile and some ice cream on the days she could buy it. I wonder if she would be proud of me.  As I do the dishes, Lilly comes over to me, positioning herself at the counter.     "You've been very quiet." I look at her raising my eyebrow and she rolls her eyes. "Well, QUIETER than usual, is everything okay?"     "I don't think you want to hear it.”     "You know? What you and MC have done has been incredible.” From her tone of voice, I can hear a smile ”You're a good team.”     “Thank you.”      I continue with the task, but she doesn't leave.     “The wedding has been postponed.” I stiffen at the news, and Lilly laughs at my reaction. ”I thought you'd like to know.”     "I suppose it's because of everything that's happened." I answer without giving it importance.     "Come on Jake!" Lilly places a hand on my shoulder, almost roughly. I almost drop a glass ”You can't fool me, I noticed it in the chat when you got into the voting and I notice it now, you must go stop it.”      I finish scrubbing and dry myself with a rag, turning away from her.     "No.”     "Look, I didn't want to say it, but I'm your number one fan." I look at her raising an eyebrow and she sighs. ”I have never seen someone protect a person who loves as much as you do, everything you have done for her is admirable. And you keep doing it.”      I lean against the kitchen wall, looking at the floor thinking about her words.It may be easy for her. It seems as if they are for everyone. They think that just by telling her, she will break her engagement. But I know MC, she's too good to want to hurt anyone, unless the same thing happened with the Lilly video.     "MC has been a good influence on Phil's life." I answered finally. "It's better to leave it like that."     "She's a person who knows how to hide her emotions well." Lilly leans against the counter, crossing her arms, "but since she's been back she seems changed, you know? She is a totally different person." I look at her surprised "Did something happen between you?"     "Apart from the times I've wanted to kiss her?" I'm honest with her. I shake my head, letting out a sigh "No, nothing has ever happened between us."     "But “something” has happened ." she makes the gesture of the quotation marks with her hands "MC may already be a part of Duskwood, but to be honest I think she's more a part of 'Jake'."      I let out a laugh. Those words are a bit strange. Lilly gives me a dirty look for laughing at what she said. If MC had really wanted to leave Phil, she would have already done it. We've had intimate moments where something could have happened, but it never did. There is no longer an MC and Jake. And she just got mad at me for having pushed her away from me in the end, not because she wanted to be with me.     "It doesn't matter anymore, Lilly." I shrugged, not caring. "Also, I'm fine, I have a cat to take care of and I'm going to ask to start work to stay busy."     "If you didn't care, you wouldn't have gone for that stuffed animal to return it to her."      She leaves the kitchen angry with me. I pinch the bridge of my nose, stressed from the conversation. I don't want to be mad at Lilly about this, it seems childish to me.  Also, I think if I approached MC now, there would be too much tension between the three of us. I'm sure she wants to wait until after the wedding for me to see her again.  *MC POV* 

I felt safe being watched by Duskwood, unfortunately, I had to work from home, in charge of fixing the new employees' items and tinkering a bit with decorations. Brilliant…  I was a little worried that they still haven't caught Schneider. I know that with the police watching, it would be difficult for him to get close to me.     "Are you going to the bar later?" Phil asks me, pulling on his jacket.     "Sure." I replied, looking at my phone. I was at the table working on the computer. I miss doing interviews. "Aleena texted me asking if we could meet at the Aurora."     "It will do you good to relax." he smiles at me, and he leans into me with a mischievous smile. "And then if you want we can go to the warehouse to get away from work for a bit."      He starts kissing me on the neck. It gives me chills to feel it, although I don't know in what sense. I've been a little restless for two weeks and I think they haven't found Schneider yet. Not that on some days I've dreamed of Jake. I haven't even told my friends. Something I could have done, but one of my friends is my fiancé's sister. And putting off the wedding only makes all my thoughts of Jake worse. I haven't heard from him since that message either and I was afraid he would block me if I sent him too many messages. I only know from Hannah and Lilly that he's okay.    "I'm not doing it in the warehouse, Phil." I push him away, laughing. "Also, not yet-"     "You're not fine, I know." He caresses my cheek and leaves his naughty side. "It's just that I'm a little worried, since you came back you haven't been the same. What happened to you? Before, you told me everything that worried you."     "I…" I tried to find the exact words, wanting to tell her. But I'm not able to do it. "I'm sorry, I can’t."     "Okay." He walks away a little further, quite tense. "See you then at the bar."     "Yeah, see you..."     Phil leaves the room leaving me alone. We agreed to postpone the wedding, but since then, we are not like before. I can understand that it is my fault that I have strayed a little. I can't be honest with him. I make an effort to go at least a little presentable to the Aurora. I don't understand what she's doing in Duskwood, since she's already finished the campaign in this area.  I walk into the Aurora bar and people start to greet me. At a table, occupied by Aleena, she greets me in an exaggerated way. Sometimes I think she has the attitude of a teenager.     "Hi Aleena." I greeted, sitting down on the chair "What's up?"     "Very good, but what about you? They told me that you were shot. Why didn't you tell me anything?"      I avoid making a gesture, confused. Who told her about the shot?     "Ah… Well, let's say I was on a day off…"     "What a day off, it had to end that way." Although she avoids it, I see that she escapes a small smile.     "Yeah…I'm going to go say hi to Phil and Dan." I point to the bar and she nod.     I move away from the table to approach the bar. I lean against the bar and look at the two of them. A little angry.     “Have any of you two told Aleena about my shot?" I ask, while they already offer the drink that I always ask for.     "I didn't say anything." Dan answers, looking at me confused, "Why would I tell her?"     "Don't look at me, I let you tell it."      I stare at them and they look confused. They totally tell the truth. I don't think the rest of the group has told her the truth either, since it's a secret between my friends, Alan and Jake. And I don't think Alan told her either.     “Well, they talked about what happened on the news,” Dan reminds me, “maybe she found out because he was interested in what happened, you know, it's politics and all that."     “Maybe…" I accept the glass still thinking "I don't know, at least, they didn't interview me about what happened, she shouldn't know."     “It must have been the police" Phil puts the rag on his shoulder "You don't think she was the one who shot you?"     "No. Or at least, I don't think so." I put my hand to my chin, thinking. "I didn't even tell the police my name, there's no way she knew she was the one who got shot.” I muttered to herself, thinking about the situation.      I can't help it, I have to ask her. I return to the table with my drink and look at Aleena a little serious. Interrogation mode.     "Hey Aleena, how did you find out I got shot?" I ask curious.     "Like hello? It was Jake, obviously." she answers, drinking almost half of her glass. She is nervous. "He told me while we were at my house, about less than a week ago, that while you were out walking, you found yourself in the middle of the situation."     "Have you and Jake been seeing each other?" I completely disconnect from my professionalism when I hear those words.     "Hello? Earth to MC? Aleena rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. "Remember I told you we started dating, have you forgotten yet?"      I shake my head out of the trance. True, I had forgotten. I'm mixing my feelings too much.     <<I know that Jake would never tell Aleena that he was with him, much less my friends knowing that I told them that it was a secret investigation. >>     "Hasn't he invited you to his house yet?" I ask, trying to prove one thing.     “Of course."     "Then surely you've met his cat."     "Yes! She is very adorable, I have never seen a prettier cat than hers."      Gizmo is male. She hasn't been to his house. Okay, I'm warming the ground. I'm going to tell her the truth.     "I suspect that the person who shot me may be Manfred Schneider." I see her tense as she says that name. "My report was about a case from fourteen years ago, when a journalist Oskar Neumann disappeared."     "Oh yeah?" She swallows as she taps the table with her nails. "They haven't found him yet, have they?"     “No, unfortunately he is still missing."     "Let's hope that wretched dog turns up dead very soon."      I can understand the anger at Schneider for what he's done, but her eyes look dark as she says those words.     “He, Peter Hammer and your father are the most detestable men in this country.”     "My father?" I ask pretending confusion "What does my father have to do with those two? "     "MC, he was also involved in that matter, didn't you know?” She grips my wrist tightly. I try to calm down ”He was the one who decided to kill Oskar's wife, didn't you know? Neither did he help a poor teenager who needed help. He is as guilty as those who hurt him.”      I try to stay calm. These are not the words of someone who has seen the news. They are words of someone who has lived them. Now I better understood her obsession with Jake or why she reached out to me.     "You are-"     "No." She smiles charmingly. It's scary though. "Don't say that name."      I get up from the table trying not to arouse too much suspicion. Aleena sighs, rolling her eyes.     "MC, please don't be sooo dramatic."     "I just need to process all this information, can I go?"     "Sure, take the time you need" she seems calm. It's like she's been preparing all this time to tell me. ”You can go, I'll go see Jake." She gives a happy laugh. "I have found out that he is at his father's house, I want to introduce myself there to greet his family as his girlfriend."     “Great…” I put on my jacket, still acting normal.     "I just hope you don't say anything to Jake." Her voice sounds menacing. "Leave him to me, okay? You're with Phil now."     "Jake is all yours, I'm not going to interfere."     "Perfect!"     "Bye, Alena."     "See you soon." I leave the bar and I don't hesitate to call Jake. I didn't think that with so few words she would have said everything. Unfortunately the answering machine skips.     "Jake, I'm Macie, I think I know what happened to Schneider, it was Aleena." I say looking back. That woman must have bodyguards on her, maybe they could be chasing me even though the police are watching me. It's a good excuse to say 'Watch my poor friend'. "Aleena is Charlotte Spencer. But there's something wrong with her, I need-"      I bump into a tall, muscular man in a suit. I can recognize him as one of Aleena's bodyguards. I quickly hit the alert button for the surveillance application. For the police, this man is not a threat.     "I told you not to tell Jake," I hear Aleena behind me, "What am I going to do with you?" She sighs, grabbing my wrist again, picking up the phone "Come on, we have a lot to talk about.”      The car that stops next to us is the official one, with the windows tinted black for the privacy of its future president. Which means that no one can suspect her if they see her with me, her friend.     “There are cops watching me.” I mutter, not making a fuss.     “I've warned them that you'll be watched by my bodyguards while we go shopping, like the best friends we are, right? “      She opens the car and invites me in.I bite the inside of my cheek, very angry.I enter calmly, the button is already pressed and they can know where I am. Aleena sits next to me, smiling.     "Where are we going?" I ask.      Unexpectedly, Aleena slams my head against the glass, holding me back. I groan through my teeth, hurt.     "What are you doing?!"     "Just make sure you're calm the whole trip."      And after feeling a prick in her neck. My body starts to get tired, I feel like I'm falling asleep.     “As soon as we're away from Duskwood, we'll change…"      I can't hear Aleena's last words.  Now I regret having investigated this case. Chapter 26

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Submas/BW Fic: Railroad Lilies Ch. 2: Battle from the Heart

The second and final chapter of Railroad Lilies is live! Thank you for checking out my little side story while I work on Electric Trains in proper. I originally said I’d be back with a chapter next Tuesday, but due to some real life events popping up, I’m going to postpone is one more week to March 7th!

Chapter Summary: Emmet needs more trainers and Depot Agents, and Hilda needs to learn how to hire. Meanwhile, Rosa tries not to crush when she is caught off guard. Chapter Word Count: 4596

I might also eventually make a third chapter to this, if it strikes my fancy. Basically a night out on town with the focus being Hilda/Rosa and Hilbert/N. Don’t quote me on this.

Anyway, you can read the chapter below, or over on AO3 with additional comments! Reblogs and comments appreciated as always!

Rosa cannot stop fidgeting with her grumpigtails as she waits in the waiting lobby at Gear Station. She has been waiting for 30 minutes now, and now her leg is beginning to bounce as she listens to the interview happening through the door. 

She can’t hear what is being said, just the low voice of Emmet barely permeating through the door and the interviewee doing his best to sound proper. She had listened to the guy while waiting, and he had been bragging about making it to Emmet and being the perfect choice because of it. Nevermind the fact he lost where Rosa had won several times against both twins.

Finally, the voices stop and the guy walks out of the room, flashing Rosa a grin. “They said you’re next! Though I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” he says slyly, glancing back at the room. “Emmet couldn’t hide his smile, I’m sure that he can’t wait to hire me on!” Rosa just watches him walk away in disbelief at his idiocy, before shaking her head and walking into the office. 

“Ah, yes, Sturdy Rosa,” Emmet says as she closes the door, drawing her attention. Rosa can’t help but smiling a little at the nickname, earned from Ingo when she first managed to defeat him on the Singles line despite nearly having her team wiped. “I am Emmet. Go ahead and sit while I finish the last applicant’s paperwork.” He picks up said paper, and drops it into the trash can by his desk.

“Emmet!” A voice calls out from behind Rosa, causing her to jump slightly and turn to see Hilda in the opposite desk. “We still have to call him for a follow up, even if it’s to reject him.” Emmet groans and tries to argue otherwise, while Rosa still just stares at, no, looks at, respectively, Hilda in shock. She wasn’t in Depot Agent green today, but wearing a crisp white dress shirt with a blue tie, her ponytail still wild behind her head. She looks a little tired, but her stare at Emmet was still intense.

Obviously, she’s been staring too long because Hilda clears her throat. “Sorry!” Rosa basically shouts as she goes to her chair and sits down. 

“No need, Rosa,” Hilda says with a shake of her head, causing her ponytail to sway behind her. “You’re not the first person to be surprised by a second Subway Boss today.” Rosa sees her lips quirk slightly, trying to stay in the slight frown she must be trying to hold to mirror Emmet. Rosa has to hold her own smile back, ecstatic that her friend was now a Subway Boss!

“That is right, yup,” Emmet says, nodding his head. “The last applicant blew her off, though. That was rude.”

Rosa huffs, crossing her arms and glaring at the closed door. “Yeah, he was egotistical. Said that because he fought you once, that he was set to be the next Subway Boss.” She had no qualms airing out his dirty laundry if he had been rude to Hilda, especially since she was now a Subway Boss. 

Emmet’s frown drops, and he looks over at Hilda. “Well. Our new Subway Master has beaten me three times, so that makes her six times better than him. I’m calling to reject him after this interview.”

“Go ahead if you want to, Emmet,” Hilda says with a giggle as she continues to work on her paperwork. 

Emmet nods, and pulls out the paperwork and application for Eosa, reading from it out loud. “Rosa Whitaker, 19. From Aspertia Town, you applied for a battle position on each line.” He marks a check on the margin of the paper before continuing. “A veteran of the Battle Subway, yup, just like many of the recent applicants. Though you’ve consistently won, verrry impressive.”

“The challenge is what kept me battling,” Rosa says with a smile. “After doing the Gym Challenge, there wasn’t a good outlet for battling outside of the occasional PWT match.”

Emmet’s smile brightens and he nods. “Which you didn’t list, such a shame. Good thing I’ve heard from my partner about your battles against her there.” Oh right, Emmet was dating Elesa, so he probably did get to hear about her battles against the Gym Leader. “Additionally, you defeated Shauntal and Grimsley of the Elite Four, and fought against Team Plasma alongside your cousin Nate Rivers and his friend Hugh Palidena.” He hums happily as he continues to read through her application. “So, what do you know of trains?”

Rosa breathes in deeply as she wracks her brain for the bits she does know. “So, uh, Hilda told me a bit since she got hired. I don’t know a lot about maintenance, but I know a good amount about the actual fleet now.” Emmet nods, motioning for her to continue. “Each commuter car has a capacity of 42 sitting and 196 standing or 45 sitting and 202 standing, depending on if it’s a Singles 62 or a Doubles and Multi 160.”

Emmet’s eyes shine as she says that, nodding along enthusiastically. “Yes, almost! It’s 42/198 and 44/202 for capacity. Verrrry good on getting that close, yup!” He glances back at Hilda, and Rosa has to try not to blush when she hears her giggle in amusement. “And while we simply use reinforced versions of those trains in the Battle Lines, in the actual Battle Cars, we limit it to 6 people.”

“2 to 4 battlers, an attendant for points, and an attendant for healing,” Hilda cut in, causing Rosa to freeze momentarily and attempt (and fail) to hide a blush as she continues to face Emmet. “Either attendant is to also ensure the paying Battler has a clean and safe exit. The only time this rule is allowed to be broken is for security risks, such as a rampaging Pokémon, a gang attack, or a violent commuter.”

Emmet stares at Rosa for a moment before continuing. “You are one of three battlers who applied today, and the one I am most excited about. You are a fantastic Doubles battler, yup!” He flips to the second page of the application, apparently done with the first page. “It says you are available to work 8am-9pm, are you looking for double shifts or just twelve hour shifts?”

“I’m good with whatever,” Rosa says quickly, nodding with what she hopes is enthusiasm and not the nervousness she is starting to be overwhelmed by. “I know you do both types of shifts, and I’m not sure which you prefer to have people working.”

Emmet opens his mouth to speak, but Hilda intercepts. “A lot of regular battlers work double shifts, the 12 hour is mostly for the Depot Agents.” Rosa nods, unable to turn to face her, and Emmet just falls into a cheeky grin. “Agents get paid more, and I think you’d enjoy it better than being a straight Battler. More days off, too.”

“You’re very talkative, Hilda,” Emmet says with a playful huff.

“You’re not explaining things well,” Hilda says, her tone making it sound like she’s shrugging. 

“I want her for the Doubles line.”

Rosa opens her mouth to argue that, when Hilda argues instead. “And if I wanted her for Singles? That’s her preferred Format, and I know her well enough to make sure she fits in right.”

“And you got the Battler this morning,” Emmet says, his eyes narrowing at the other Subway Boss. “The only other one we got was disrespectful. I want a Battler.”

The two continued to stare at each other, past a progressively redder Rosa. She felt like she was going to explode, with Hilda wanting her for her Line. Hilda wanted her! That would be fantastic, being able to work with Hilda all the time, being able to actually spend time with-

“Ok, you win,” Hilda says with a huff as she puts her pen down. “You get Rosa for the Double Line.” Oh. 

“Verrrry good!” Emmet says with a grin, his eyes narrowing in glee. “Then how about a Battle Test? Rosa is our last applicant, and the one from earlier said he wouldn’t be available until later.”

A battle test? Was Rosa going to fight Emmet and see how he thought of her strategy? “Am I facing you, Boss?”

“Oh, no,” Emmet says, shaking his head. “You’ll be fighting Hilda. I’ll judge your skills that way.”

Oh. Oh no. 

“I gotta go find Cincinno, then. She snuck off awhile ago,” Hilda says as she stands, grabs her coat and hat, and heads out of the office, Rosa managing to still look away from her. “I’ll meet you in the practice room.” With that, she swings the coat around her and disappears into the hallway. 

It was quiet for a few moments before Emmet spoke up. “Ask her out if you win.”

It took all of Rosa’s willpower not to scream into her hands at max volume, instead squeaking loudly at Emmet with fear on her face. “No! I can’t do that! She’ll say no! I’m not cool enough for her to date! That isn’t gonna hap-“

“Useless lesbian.” Emmet’s smile doesn’t drop and the mirth doesn’t leave his eyes as he calls Rosa out. “You’re acting like Elesa did with Skyla, yup. Verrrry sure it was impossible, very scared. Now they’re married.”

Rosa flounders mentally for a moment, wildly flailing her arms like she’s talking before just spouting, “But they were both Gym Leaders! Hilda is a Subway Boss, she’s basically a Champion!”

“And you defeated two of the Elite Four,” Emmet says with a nod, as though this was sage advice. “I am your boss. If you win, ask her out.”

“You’re not my boss yet, you don’t pay me!” Rosa thought she had a winning argument before Emmet immediately reached across the desk with 20 Pokedollars. “… Ok, fine.” She sheepishly takes the money and deflates in her chair. “Was it that obvious?”

Emmet hums as he taps his finger against his arm. “Probably? I only caught it because Elesa was the same. I think Hilda missed it, you hid it well.” He yups softly as he stands up and puts his coat and hat on. Rosa was very sure she hadn’t hid it well, but Hilda also didn’t bring it up. “Be confident. I think you can win. It’s why I wanted you on my Line.”

The pair walk through the hallways for a few moments silently before Rosa speaks up. “Isn’t fraternization against the rules?”

“Technically yes,” Emmet says as they approach the practice room, where Cameron was finishing up some training and heading into the locker rooms. “But she is not your direct supervisor, since you are under my Line and the Multi Line is considered to be under the Authority rather than either Subway Boss.” The current Head of the Authority gives her a wink before continuing. “And since she’s not in your line of command, I think you’re fiiiiiine.”

Rosa nods silently as Emmet goes to the side of the room, sitting in one of the chairs that people can spectate from. She looks down at the Pokémon on her belt, trying to decide who to use. Kinaia, her starting Serperior, was definitely in the team, partially because she knows Hilda has a Samurott of her own. She doubts that she’ll use her Cincinno, so she can give her Meinshao, Sappho, a break. 

Up next was Presley and Nobunaga, her Unfeazent and Kingambit. She had gone through a lot of effort to evolve Nobunaga, taking a trip to Paldea and everything, so she wants him to have a good debut. For now, Presley will have to sit in the side lines and sing his pain away. 

And finally, Don Quixote the Stoutland and El Cid the Mudsdale. While El Cid would do well to help stall out and whittle down the opponents, Don Quixote is still equipped with Retaliation, so if he is sent in second, he can deal a good blow immediately. Double checking the items, Rosa confirms that El Cid still has her Leftovers and Don Quixote has his Choice Scarf. After waffling between the two, she puts the Don on her left hip with Preston and Sappho. Her team would be Kinaia, El Cid, and then Nobunaga in the rear.

Now just to wait for Hilda. Should she throw the fight? It’s not like she has a chance of actually getting a yes from Hilda, so why bother trying? But Emmet is also judging how she fights with this, so if she throws it, she’ll lose the job that she came in to get. She can feel her face heating up, and quickly looks over to Emmet, barking out, “Am I blushing?!”

Emmet smiles wider and nods. “Like a Tamato Berry.” Rosa puts her hands over her face and quickly smacks her cheeks several times to clear her head.

“I see someone’s psyching herself up,” Hilda says as she passes by Rosa to the other side of the field. Turning to face Rosa, she grips her hat and smiles. “You got your team together?” Rosa simply nods, afraid her voice would betray her in the moment.

“Perfect,” Hilda says as she pulls the brim of her hat down. “My name is Hilda. I may be new at being a Subway Boss, but I’ve ridden these trains for years, and battle is my blood.” Emmet perks up and leans forward, being sure to listen close to her opening monologue. Rosa couldn’t help but smile and do her best to not bite her lower lip in anticipation. “Can you bring our battle to a boil, or will you be burned by your own passion?” I wish I could burn you with my passion quickly crosses Rosa’s mind before she stamps it down.

Hilda reaches across her body with her left hand and grabs a Pokeball, lifting her hat to look directly at her opponent. “Hope you’re ready to be rocked, Rosa!” She whips her arm up, sending her Pokeball out to release her Samurott, the large blue armored otter landing with a thud on the floor. Hilda assumes the trademark Subway Boss pose, her left arm to her side pointing down while her right arm is pointing at Rosa. “ALL ABOARD!”

Rosa sends out her Serperior, the light shimmering off of the blue scales on its back. “Kinaia, Coil!” Kinaia tightens herself into a stacked circle, and tenses herself to lunge at her opponent with the next command.

“Samurott, use Avalanche!” Samurott tightens its shoulders before roaring out, causing ice to form above it and fall outwards onto Serperior, burying it deep. Rosa cringes slightly, though as the snow and ice melts away, unsustained after the attack fades, Kinaia is still holding strong, listening for Rosa’s next call.

“Leaf Blade!” Kinaia leaps forward from her coiled position, launching herself past the Samurott, her tail glowing and slicing into her opponent’s side. The Samurott turns around and roars in pain, and opens its mouth in anticipation of its Trainer’s command.

“Hold that thought, use X-Scissor while they’re close!” It is a good call, and one Samurott is happy to comply with as it slides a blade off of its arm into its paw and slashes across Kinaia’s body twice, leaving gashes on her front. The Samurott then sheathes the blade and attempts to jump back to make distance.

“Keep close and Giga Drain, they’re almost down!” Kinaia opens her mouth and sucks in Samurott’s essence, the gash on her front healing over. The Samurott tries to stay on its legs before finally collapsing to the ground with a groan.

“Come on back, Samurott!” Hilda slots the ball back in place and with her other hand, grabs a second ball and whips it onto the field. “Autotomize, then hit it with a Signal Beam!” As the Klinklang appears on the field, its gears click together and spin, sparks flying from them as the Pokemon makes itself more compact, and then whips around to face Kinaia, who was trying to slither away. With a loud whining sound, energy gathers in front of its center face and shoots out, slamming into the Serperior’s retreating form.

Kinaia cries out and slumps to the ground, and Rosa bites her lip as she calls her starter back. “Thanks for the help, Kinaia!” She breathes in deep and lets it out in a huff as she throws out her second Pokemon. “El Cid, you’re up!” As the Mudsdale lands with a loud bang onto the battlefield, Rosa goes over her options. Klinklang just doubled its Speed, and reduced its weight pretty steeply, and while Speed doesn’t matter for El Cid, the only way that she could’ve taken advantage of the weight change is a move that’s resisted.

They are both now down a Pokemon, and both of them are relatively fresh. Rosa and Hilda stare each other down for a moment, same as their Pokemon, and after a few moments they call their attacks together.

“Klinklang, Gear Grind!” “El Cid, Earthquake!” If either girl were to be paying attention to their spectator, Emmet’s face pales heavily as Rosa calls her command.

Klinklang predictably moves first, separating and slamming into El Cid’s sides, grinding together as though they were interlocked. El Cid throws his head back and snorts loudly, flexing his haunches as Stamina activates, knocking his opponent loose. As the gears come down for their second strike, they find the skin on the Mudsdale has hardened from the first hit, and then harden further with the second.

Meanwhile, as the gears attempt to dig into his body, El Cid lifts his front legs from the ground, and comes down heavily to unleash Earthquake. The initial movement knocks his opponent loose onto the ground, and the earth beneath the two shatters upwards into the gear, cracking the outer layer of the Pokemon’s metal body.

“Klinklang, make some distance and Magnet Rise!” The Gear Pokemon quickly comes together and floats back towards its trainer, warbling slightly as it rises higher into the air.

“El Cid, Body Press!” At a speed surprising for such a large creature, the Mudsdale rumbles down the battlefield and leaps into the air, slamming its side into the rising Klinklang. The two fall out of the air, the entire weight of El Cid falling into the Klinklang and pinning it to the ground, the damage heightened by the tougher skin from Stamina. As Mudsdale climbs back to his feet and ambles back towards Rosa, Hilda recalls her Klinklang. 

“Using an ability to passively raise its Defense and then following with an attack that uses Defense. Clever, verrrry clever,” Emmet says from the sidelines, clapping to himself. “We don’t see many Mudsdale. I’ll have to consult with you later on strategies.”

Rosa smiles, balling her fists and dancing in glee at the praise before turning to face Hilda again. “Ok, ready!” Hilda smiles and raises her last Pokeball, nodding.

“So am I. Go, Goodra!” With a flash, the large, slimy Dragon takes to the field, shaking itself as it looks around. “Goodra, stop that Mudsdale in its tracks with Ice Beam!” With a cry, it forms the cold energy in its mouth, and fires it forth at El Cid, the beam slamming into his chest. El Cid lets out a loud whinny, and stumbles backwards before falling to the ground.

“Good job El Cid, I have you!” Rosa recalls him, and places his Pokeball on her belt. She grabs Nobunaga’s ball, and feels it shake in her grip. It continues to shake as she places it against her chin, and whispers to the ball. “Clinch this for them.” The ball stops shaking instantly, and she throws it forward.

Hilda and Emmet both lean forward a little as the Kingambit arrives on the field, standing tall and staring down Goodra with a look of disdain. Without making a noise, the Supreme Overlord brings its gauntlets up and drags them across his bladed moustache to sharpen them, and double his Attack.

Rather than make the first move, Nobunaga falls back into a sitting position on his hair and beckons to the Goodra. “Goodra, Fire Punch!” The call comes, and the Dragon comes in close and slams its fist, covered in flame, into the chest cavity of the Kingambit, causing it to bark out in pain.

“Return the favor with Iron Head!” As Goodra begins to pull back from its target, Nobunaga springs up from his seat, slamming the front of his helmet into his opponent’s chin. Rosa smirks as she sees her opponent’s Pokemon reeling from the hit, and swings her arm forward. “Now, hit it with a Kowtow Cleave!”

Nobunaga’s eyes widen slightly, and it moves forward into a kneeling position, before bowing down in front of Goodra. As it does so, the massive blade atop his head comes down on the Dragon, slicing a line down its front. From this angle, Rosa can tell they scored a critical hit, the blade digging deep into the opponent, who stumbles back.

“Goodra, can you keep going?” Hilda calls from her end, and to her Pokemon’s credit, it does try to turn around before fainting in front of Nobuanaga, who is coming to a stand. Hilda breathes in deeply as she recalls Goodra, then releases her breath with a smile. 

“Congratulations, Rosa! You not only made it to fight a Subway Boss, but you took her down.” It takes a moment for Rosa to realize that Hilda was reading from a mental script, saying what she would to every successful challenger on the Singles Line. “Not many can claim that feat. Through Abilities, Items, and Typing, you found an amazing strategy, one that eclipsed my own. I just hope I can be a stepping stone as you climb to greater heights!”

“Oh, I definitely wouldn’t mind some climbing,” Rosa says very quietly before she could stop herself as she recalls Nobunaga.  Clearing her throat, she says louder, “You did wonderfully too, Hilda!” 

“I am Emmet, and I know a serious battle when I see one.” Emmet was walking towards the center of the now empty arena, and Rosa made sure to start walking to the center as well. “Mudsdale, the Draft Horse Pokemon. Verrrry slow, but high defense. Body Press was a very good call there.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen that or your final Pokemon before,” Hilda says with a smile as she approaches the center of the arena. “I’ve heard of Mudsdale, at least. Alolan, right? And whatever that last Pokemon was, it looked like a Bisharp!”

Rosa opens her mouth to tell Hilda what it was when, once again, Emmet cuts in. “Kingambit, the Big Blade Pokemon, and an evolution of Bisharp primarily seen in Paldea, yup,” Emmet says with closed eyes and a nod. “They use broken crests of old Pladean generals as signs of leadership. The more Bisharp clans they defeat, the stronger they grow, and then they evolve!”

“They also care about those under their command,” Rosa cuts in. “They can have a unique ability, where the more Pokemon on their team that faint before they’re sent out, they boost their Attack.” Emmet’s eyes widen in delight at that information, and Hilda looks like she wants to groan at the knowledge. “And Mudsdale have the Stamina ability, which raises their defense with each hit.”

“Rosa, sweetie,” Hilda says with a faux admonishing tone, one she often adopts with the younger trainer whenever they would meet up. “You need to stop running off to other regions alone. You’re gonna be scary. Next time, take me with you so I can nab some new Pokemon.”

Rosa had frozen up slightly with that, and Emmet just crinkles his eyes into a sly smile instead of the delighted one he had before. “So, Rosa, you won. You had something to do, yup.” With Hilda so close, Rosa can’t hide the nervous fear that she sends at Emmet, and the younger Subway Boss turns to give him a suspicious glare. “This is the perfect time. You heard what she said.”

Hilda holds her glare on Emmet, then shifts her attention to Rosa’s nervous face, then wheels around to fully face her fellow Subway Boss. “Ok, Emmet, you’re up to something. Spill it,” she says, poking her finger at his chest, “before you break my friend and I break your commemorative Magnet Train model.”

Emmet gasps loudly, his smile disappearing into a perfect circle of shock. “That is uncalled for! The Magnet Train is a limited release from 2009, which we got when visiting my grandparents! All I did was offer her relationship advice!” He steps back and clears his throat, then nods several times. “Yup, yup! I simply told her to stop dragging her feet if she won!” The smile returns to his face as he looks at Rosa and hums loudly to himself.

Hilda’s eyebrows come together in confusion as she slowly looks over at Rosa, whose face is now a bright red. Hilda waves her hand in front of her face to no response, and opens her mouth to say something when Rosa manages to squeak some words out. “Hilda! Doyouwannagoonadate?!” There was a lot of energy in the words, and though they were nigh unintelligible, the meaning came across.

Hilda stands there for a second before letting out nervous laughter, putting a hand up so she can properly catch her breath. “Wait, wait.” She swallows and takes a deep breath so she can refocus on Rosa. “You have a crush on me, and decided to ask me after I become your boss? Which, holy fuck Rosa, is a huuuuge,” Hilda raises her hands and shakes them in a jazz hands motion, “ethics issue? Fraternization, you know?”

“Not her boss,” Emmet says with a sly smile. “She’s a Doubles employee, and Multi Line is under the Authority to keep it open to both Lines workers.” His smile rises, almost forcing his eyes closed. “And as the Head of the Authority, I think this would be a fine exception to make. I trust you both.”

“Bad call, Train Man,” Hilda says as she pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’ve known Rosa for years, and knowing her, she’ll derail half of the lines if you let her loose.” She puts her hand up to cut off Emmet’s response, ignoring his indignant huff as she looks up at Rosa. “Sure! I’d love to go on a date. You’re probably the best girl to ask me out in a few years, so…” She kinda shrugs and grimaces slightly.

Rosa and Emmet both grimace and nod. It wasn’t exactly secret that Hilda had either a type or just bad luck with women, as Rosa has seen the several high maintenance girlfriends Hilda has had the last few years, and Emmet remembers having to scold one for trying to sneak through active battle cars to see the at-the-time Agent. “I am Emmet. Even I know that is a low bar to clear.”

Both of the young women laugh at that as Emmet coughs into his fist. “Though, we have something else to do right now.” He thrusts his left hand out to Rosa, smiling so widely that his eyes are basically closed. “That was a well fought battle. I would love to see you battling again and again!”

With the rush of victory, both in the battle and in Hilda’s choice, Rosa quickly grabs the outstretched hand as Emmet finishes his thought.

“Welcome Aboard.”

#submas #pokemon black and white #pokemon black 2 and white 2 #submas fic #pokemon black and white fic #pokemon emmet #subway boss emmet #emmet #pokemon hilda #pokemon trainer hilda #hilda #pokemon rosa #pokemon trainer rosa #rosa #this was all written without an outline over the course of a few days and you can tell #i'm sorry

[lulupen2023]

Fluff is In bloom: Like Father, Like Son

Summary: A collection of hyper fluffy and BellDom stories, of any era, as long as there's fluff and some filled prompts

I- Like father, Like Son: it's T2L , get ready to deal with super lovely baby Bing, fun and cuteness are in the air!

This work participates in the initiative '#SpringBingo ’ of the group @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

I'm really sorry if I keep flooding this section but inspiration doesn't stop knocking on my door and these are the results.

probably no one cares, but i like sharing anyway, hoping to make someone smile...

Prompt used:

'It's Gonna Be a success!' by Jeremy Marsh Blue eyes, by Alex Antognazza He had enjoyed X years of total irresponsibility, by Clau Albertini Time, by Artemis Karpusi Vargas Good manners, by Elena Altamura

Disclaimer: nothing of this ever happened, I don’t know Matt, Dom (I wish I could!) nor all the people around them, I don’t earn a single coin from writing that, I just please my crazy mind, lol

Like Father, Like Son

“It will be a success. I'm sure." comments Matt, to say the least excited, concluding his phone call. “Are you inspired for a new song to write, Bells?” asks Chris, sitting next to him in the lobby of the London Hotel where they stayed to participate in three different programs in the space of just five days.  

Normal routine when they are  in full promotion.

"There's not only work ,Chris, especially if you have a little baby waiting for you at home all eager, you who are the father of two hundred children should know this better than anyone!" replies Dom, who, as usual, knows every detail of the life of his best friend and life partner… in every sense.

“You are always so exaggerated. I only have six!” specifies the bassist, and then scratches the back of his neck a little embarrassed, assailed by a doubt that only statistical research can remove, as they get into the taxi that will take them to the airport. “So… has it arrived?” turns to Matt Dom, perhaps even more excited than him.

“Yeah, Manson just called me, it's custom made for Bing, he even sent me pictures!” Matthew approaches him, proudly showing the display of his mobile.

Chris doesn't even pay attention to them, busy as he is scrolling through the results of the google pages.

“But she's beautiful, you're right, Matt. It will be a success!” Dom lights up with enthusiasm, giving him a big smile.

“Instead of going right back to Los Angeles I’m gonna stop at Exeter to go and collect it, because, it's true, I could have it delivered, but I prefer to bring it myself. Dommeh, do you want to come with me?” the frontman asks, with perhaps too much expectation gleaming in his blue eyes.

Dom, however, is about to disappoint those expectations. “Sure, only to see you run to your family and act like you're in a goddamn breakfast cookie commercial? Thanks, but no thanks!" snorts the drummer.

“I should have known,” sighs Matt, his blue eyes now glazed with gray disappointment. “But know that yours is the only cookie that makes me happy. Oh wait, I didn't mean it to sound so wicked and lustful." he thinks back to how he formulated that sentence, with a nervous laugh. In response, Dom gives him one of his best pouts.

“Oh, Bells, it's such a pity  you didn't mean it.” He whispers in his ear, nibbling a little on the earlobe.

Expectations come back to sparkle again in those blue eyes, they are only postponed to a later date. "Oh yes, I'm afraid I have a slightly above average level of procreation..." Chris mutters, on the train that is taking him home, closing Google and regaining awareness of the world around him and with it also a familiar face who is watching him sitting on the opposite seat.. “Hey, Matt, but you weren't supposed to go back to Los Angeles  together with Dom?”

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Time to have his precious extra baggage to add to the airport check-in and Matt really comes back to Los Angeles. He agrees to welcome Kate with a noteworthy kiss and then rushes off to whom is the greatest joy of his life. As soon as Bing sees him, he rushes towards him with a somewhat awkward but very tender run. “Daaadddyyy!” he giggles happily, letting himself be picked up. “Heellooo, my beautiful love, look what daddy brought you!” Matthew smiles at him, leading him towards the living room where he has abandoned all the luggage. With more eagerness than his son, he gets rid of the packaging and the box that protects that precious gift which turns out to be a miniature electric guitar, but certainly not a toy; it is perfectly capable of playing and can also be amplified. The background is glossy black, crossed by rainbow spirals, as is the small shoulder strap too.

"Isn't she wonderful?" Matthew says mostly to himself, observing her- to him every guitar is a she-  enraptured, only to realize that the child has already run to the other room. Matthew sighs a little disappointed, but the truth is that he's too tired to feel bad. -----------------------------------

The next day things seem to go a little better: Bing has accepted that Matt put the shoulder strap on him, making him hold the guitar in his hands and now he's imitating his father a bit when he's on stage, thanks to a video of a concert by the Muse that Matt is showing him.

Bing also has a plectrum in his hand that strikes the six strings and the fingers of the other hand touch the frets without any precise logic

Luckily for Kate and mostly the entire neighborhood, the little guitar is unplugged from the amp.

When he least expects it, Matt sees Bing pull out the guitar and grab it by the neck, lifting it.

Matthew is convinced that the little kid is about to break her, instead he sees him put her on the ground, as delicately as possible, give her two caresses with his little hand and then go away.

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"There's nothing to do. My son doesn't want to learn to play the guitar." Matthew vents disconsolately the following day, on the phone.

“Matteh, you remember that he's yet to turn two years old  in three months, don't you? And there's that thing called time, your son has plenty to spare," Dominic points out.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a matter of time, it's something that must be innate and I understood that it's not," sighs the other unhappy.

"Why? Did you realize that you wanted to play piano and guitar since you were in your mother's womb?” Dom teases him.

“Well, basically yes and probably my first cry was in falsetto!” Matt plays along and they both end up laughing. “Yesterday then, at one point Bing lifted the guitar, almost in anger, and I really thought he was going to throw her on the ground, breaking her.”

“Oh, no!” the drummer gets alarmed.

“But no, he put her away with kindness and left, as if nothing had happened. Not even this satisfaction he has given me” "Satisfaction?!"

“Yes, Dom, I could already see him on stage in a dozen years or so, crashing guitars against amplifiers, just like his father, but no, I find myself a serial guitar caresser at home!” the frontman grumbles.

"I've given up on understanding you... if anything, you should be thankful that your son has good manners" Dom rolls his eyes. "Though, Matt, have you thought that maybe the guitar isn't the right instrument?"

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About a week later, Matthew shows up at Bing with a custom-made grand piano for the little one.

He sits him down and Bing, with a very unconvinced look, tries to press a few keys, repetitively, getting so bored that he throws a tantrum until his father pulls him down from that little stool that seems like an insurmountable obstacle to him.

Finally free, Bing crawls on the floor until he devotes all his attention to a clothes peg that he accidentally found on the floor, which he evidently must find much more stimulating than the piano.

Matthew, on the other hand, goes to vent his frustrations on his piano, composing a grandiose and at times a bit disturbing melody. ---------------------------------------

“Thank you for coming, Dommeh, so you can see it with your own eyes,” Matthew drags him into the house, as soon as he sees him arriving in the taxi.

"You've been begging me to come by for two days, calling me at any hour of the day or night... let's say you mostly took me out of exhaustion." snorts Dom.

"Kate isn't here, she's on a movie set and she's going to have it for weeks." the frontman informs him.

“This is excellent news.” the blond definitely changes his mood.

“Bing, daddy's love, come here, do you feel like showing Uncle Dom how you play the piano?” Matt calls him and the child runs, but more to jump into his beloved uncle's arms than to fulfill his father's request.

"Noooo, piano, ewww... ugly piano, boring.." the little one complains, with the most annoyed of expressions. "I'll pretend I didn't hear." Matt grumbles through clenched teeth. “Have you seen how he behaves?” he immediately turns to Dom.

"Bing, don't you really want to try, even if Uncle Dommeh plays the piano with you?" Dominic tries to persuade him, but in the act of bending down to put him back on the floor, the drumsticks  in his back pocket slip, falling to the floor.

Bing immediately grabs them and starts banging on the floor. “Bam, bam, bam, this is fuuuun!” he chuckles, moving towards the wall.

“Bing, stop now!” his father dictates. “Nooo! Bam, bam, bam again!” protests the little one, hitting the cushions of the sofa, not too satisfied with the noise he gets up to the height of his father's shins, that he doesn't hesitate to hit repeatedly and even with a certain violence, amused by the somewhat woody noise.

“Ouch!” poor Matt moves away from his beating fury, which continues with the adjacent furniture. “What did you say  about good manners, Dom?”

“Oh come on, that was fun!” chuckles the blond. “Rather answer me…why do you always go around with drumsticks in your pocket?”

"Well, if I meet a fan I can give them to her, then, who knows, one thing leads to another..." replies Dominic, with a sexy smirk.

Teasing Matthew's jealousy is always good and proper. Although seeing how much his beloved best friend overflows with joy whenever he is with his little baby gives the handsome drummer a little to think about. He has enjoyed years and years of irresponsibility, he wonders if perhaps the time has come to settle down and find himself a steady girlfriend, without giving up on the one true love of his life.

- Who knows… maybe in a few years even I will hold a little me in my arms !- Dom gets lost in his considerations, not disdaining that possibility at all..

Meanwhile Bing has found the ultimate victim: the small piano.

He begins to beat the drumsticks with force and a frantic rhythm, trying to hit every key he encounters in no particular order.

Needless to say, it just emits an unbearable cacophony.

Matt looks at Dom and he sees pride in her blue eyes. “My son is a genius and has created a new instrument: the pwums or the dwiano!”

 “Matt, be consistent, this just can't be called music!” Dom complains, plugging his ears. “But, you know, this is giving me an idea, do you trust me?” ------------------------------------------

And since Matthew blindly trusts his beloved, the next day Dom shows up at the Bellamy/Hudson house with something very special.

The time to build it and in a short time Bing is faced with mini drums, similar in all respects to one for adults, with drumsticks more within his reach.

It goes without saying that the child is beside himself with joy, he sits down, starts hitting every part of it and doesn't stop for hours.

Fortunately for the neighborhood, the room is completely soundproofed.

Matthew has to accept it: his son will probably never become a guitarist or a pianist. -It doesn't matter, I can always pass on my good taste in clothes to him!- the handsome pianist does not lose heart.

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Famous last words.

The following afternoon the two musicians scamper through every children's clothing store, with Matt getting excited every time he finds some shirt or onesie with aliens or sprinkled with glitter or both, and Bing crying his head every time his dad tries to make him wear something like that.

Among the many items on offer, Dom grabs a shirt with images of Spiderman on it in various attack positions and Bing waves his hands enthusiastically, a sign that that will be the winning purchase.

There is a sector that separates them from the cash registers and it’s the one of toys and stuffed animals.

Matthew gets excited when he sees a giant banana that can even be peeled off, pulling various zippers up and down.

“Bing, don't you also think it's the most beautiful toy in the universe? It also smells like banana! It's soft, it's giant and it's super bananish!” Matthew waves it in front of him but mostly tends to hug it to himself.

Bing doesn't even look at that thing, but reaches out for a small stuffed leopard.

Matt glares at Dom.

"Bells, look, I have nothing to do with it!" The handsome drummer gets defensive, and then turns to the boy. “Hey, little champion, you like this big cat's specks, don't you? I like them a lot too. So uncle Dommeh is gonna buy it for you,” he decides, grabbing the puppet with one hand but taking with the other the giant banana that Matt reluctantly decides to put back on the shelf. "And we pass this off as another toy for you, but we all know who I'm really buying it for!" he adds, earning an enthusiastic grin from Matthew.

Leaving the shop, Matthew seems lost in thought, while Bing has fallen asleep in the stroller.

Dominic leaves him silent throughout the journey, but when they arrive at the frontman's house, he can't hold back any longer.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, Bells?"

“I was thinking… Bing is blond. He loves the drums. He likes Spiderman. He also seems to love leopards… aren't you and Kate hiding from me that he's actually your son?”

In response, Dom bursts out laughing.

“Oh please, Matteh, don't be silly. Bing couldn't be more like you!”

Matt looks at him puzzled, confusion making his blue eyes a little darker. The fact that he's so narrow-minded at times only makes him all the more lovable to Dom.

“And why do you say that, Dom?”

“Because Bing is exactly the same as his father: he can't resist me!” the drummer rejoices, taking advantage of the walls that now protect them from prying eyes to reach out to him and give him a kiss.

"Like father, like son!" chuckles Matt, much more relieved now. “Well, you know, Bing's nap usually lasts more than an hour…”

“Uhmm… and listen, do you have any ideas on how to pass the time?” Dominic looks at him seductively.

“You, me… and the giant banana!”

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THE END

Notes:

hope you enjoyed it, but I'm getting sadly accustomed to slience… :'(

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