#and everyone else was too preoccupied to correct her

[spamgyu]

SVT VU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the VOCAL UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[hhu] [pu - coming soon]

JEONGHAN

"thank you." she grinned up at him as he placed a plate of oranges in front of her. she had been nose deep in her laptop, trying to complete her last email of the week when he unsolicitedly placed the snack in front of her.

much like all other times he had done when she was far too busy with work to remember to eat.

jeonghan placed a kiss atop her head as she happily munched away on the snack, a sly smile slowly growing on his lips as she grabbed another slice.

"would YOU peel oranges for me?" jeonghan crossed his arms over his chest.

"yes?" his girlfriend was taken back by the sudden hostility.

all while she was preoccupied with her daily zoom meetings and endless emails, jeonghan had brain rotted away on his phone – stumbling upon videos of girls testing their men .... with oranges.

he didn't understand why this was up for debate, knowing he would peel millions of oranges if it meant making his girlfriend's day all the better.

but he also wanted to have fun; setting up his own phone away from her sight as he captured the video just for him to laugh at.

he always did enjoy messing with her.

JOSHUA

joshua sighed for the third time since they had sat on the couch.

which was only about 5 minutes ago.

he glanced over at her to see that she had yet to take notice of the sound he had made, this time letting out a much more dramatic sigh.

giggling, she finally had taken the hint; taking her eyes off the television and looking over at him. "yes, honey, can i help you?"

"everyone else's girlfriends are asking for oranges..." he pouted. "peeled."

joshua wasn't much to keep up with trends, let alone be chronically online the same way his members were. she didn't think he would be well aware of the current debate taking over social media – and frankly, she didn't care for it.

it was just an orange.

"did you want me to ask if you would peel an orange for me?" she asked with raised brows.

"duh..." he nodded. during today's practice, he had overheard seungcheol and mingyu exchange stories of how their significant others had tested them with the theory – the rest of the boys soon joining in. everyone else seemed to have their own share of stories... but him.

"i– it's hypothetical though. it's more of if you're willing to peel–" she watched as he pouted once again. "would you peel an orange for me?"

joshua grinned, digging into his hoodie's front pocket to pull out two oranges, a banana, and an apple.

"apple?"

"i'll use my teeth."

"no!" she cried, grabbing the fruit from him.

JIHOON

"have you guys heard of the orange peel theory?" soonyoung asked, shoveling a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

she and jihoon shook their heads at their unsolicited guest who somehow managed to make himself a little too comfortable in their shared apartment; claiming that before she came along, he was jihoon's babygirl.

she didn't care to fight soonyoung over it; jihoon did enough of that himself.

"isn't that a gym?" jihoon quipped.

"that's orange theory, babe." y/n corrected, grabbing another shrimp from the middle of the table.

soonyoung always came over unannounced, but never empty handed – arriving today with seafood boil for all three of them to share.

"ah..." he nodded, taking the shrimp from y/n's plate – peeling it for her.

she was shit at peeling her own shrimp and jihoon was more than happy to make sure she didn't ruin her perfectly manicured nails.

soonyoung rolled his eyes at the couple who never stayed up to date with the latest internet trends. "sickening." he mumbled.

peeling shrimp was far more romantic than peeling oranges, anyways. but if anyone were to ask jihoon, he'd skin anything she asked him to.

including their unannounced guest.

SEOKMIN

he didn't exactly fail her humorous attempts to test him on the orange peel theory.

but he didn't pass either.

in his defense, she had asked him in the middle of the night – waking him from his slumber to ask if he would peel an orange for her, only to reply "tomorrow."

and he knew she wasn't mad. there was no reason to.

it was a silly tiktok she had seen while she scrolled next to her boyfriend who was deep asleep – practically shaking their walls with his loud snores.

but seokmin felt guilty after he had read the groupchat he had shared with his members, each of them sharing how their significant others had managed to bring up the hot debate topic circulating social media.

if he had known....

"babe... why is our fridge full of peeled oranges?" she laughed. she had originally gone into the kitchen to grab a drink only to be distracted by the lack of bottled waters.... and an abundance of orange filled tupperwares.

"i'm sorry."

glancing over her boyfriend who stood at the doorway of their kitchen, she let out another laugh – walking over to pull him into a hug. "did you peel all those?"

he nodded into her shoulder, making her giggle.

"i didn't take it personally."

"i did." he pulled away, bringing his fingers up to her face. "and now i smell like an orange."

SEUNGKWAN

"look what i brought!" he sang as he kicked off his sneakers, shaking the bag in his hand.

seungkwan had paid his family a visit, coming back from the tiny island just south of the mainland with various treats he enjoyed growing up.

including a bag of tangerines.

"ooooh!" she clapped, following him into the kitchen – digging into the bag of his mom's homecooking. "these are going to be so good. can you–"

before she could even finish her sentence, he had placed a peeled orange on top of one of the containers; a large smile on his face.

"thank you?" she reached for the fruit hesitantly; wary of the strange smile on his face.

"i'd peel oranges for you."

popping a slice in her mouth. "i know... thanks."

"any mundane thing, i'd do."

she nodded, still quite confused with his actions. "i know."

"just getting that out there." he clicked his tongue.

"okay... weirdo." y/n chewed.

seunkwan frowned at her reaction.

"i take it back." he snatched the fruit from her hand.

"hey!"

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#the babygirl unit getting their share of the orange peel theory #babygirl and sassy unit.......... sorry guys lol #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #dokyeom x reader #dk x reader #seokmin x reader #seungkwan x reader #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #spamwrites

[goosewriting]

Wherever you go, I go - part 2

summary: reader’s adventures on the Mantis continue.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, pure fluff at the end 

word count: 2.8k 

A/N: this one’s a bit shorter ;;w;; i’m planning on doing a third chapter, where we will finally learn what reader did that got a bounty on their head 

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here) | Part 3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

After admitting your mutual feelings, watching Cal leave the Mantis to go around risking his life was even harder. You knew about the importance of the mission, but still, it tugged at your heart a little stronger every time.

You had managed to convince the redhead to let you tag along on Zeffo, around the abandoned village at least. When he went into the ice caves and beyond, he told you to stay on the ship.

So that’s where you spend most of your time, mainly helping out as the “medic”. That’s your assigned role by Cere, so to speak. But you also help out by assisting her in intercepting and decoding Imperial messages. She taught you how to do it and you caught on quickly. You also help Greez with ship repairs and maintenance here and there. Really you’re an all-rounder, and while the Mantis could get a little too crowded sometimes with four people on board, they seem happy to have you around. Or at least you like to think so.

Right now, you’re headed to Kashyyyk to look for someone named Tarfful. After jumping out of hyperspace, you’re met with a giant Imperial ship lurking over the planet. They seem to be preoccupied with something else though, as the Mantis sneaks right past it. Still you can’t help holding your breath until you’re out of range from it. As you get closer to the jungle-covered surface, you almost crash into an Imperial fighter in pursuit of a guerilla fighter. Greez scolds Cal for not checking the scanners, but he gets up, already heading for the door. He claims to have a plan: hijacking the Imperial walkers wading through the water towards the edge of the jungle, where you assume there’s a battle front. 

Before you can even process what he’s about to do, Cal presses the button to open the main hatch, and the door opens with a hiss.

“Hey, do me a favour,” Cere says to him before he exits. “Stay alive down there?”

“I’ll add it to the plan,” Cal retorts with a grin and walks out onto the ramp.

“If you're gonna jump, you better do it now, kid.,” Greez calls from the cockpit.

“Hold on,” you say, approaching the open door, shielding your body from the strong winds with your arms. “You’re not seriously gonna just jump?!” 

Cal shrugs his shoulders in response, shooting you a smirk and a wink before letting himself fall backwards from the ramp.

“Cal!” you call after him, but Cere pulls you back and closes the door before you get any ideas of following after him. 

“Oh no you don’t,” she scolds you. “You stay on the ship.”

“I swear one of these days he’s gonna give me a heart attack,” you mutter as you go back to the cockpit, trying to spot him from the windows. But the ship is too high up, and there’s a veil of fog covering the water below, so you can’t really make out too much.

When you finally land, you exit the Mantis first and make your way to Cal with an accusing finger pointing at him. He raises his hands in defeat. You low-key want to smack him across the face, but you forgive him easily; it’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s that cute.

The rest of the crew joins you and Cal introduces everyone to Saw Gerrera. He and his fighters want to attack the refinery to free it from the Empire, where Wookiees are being held as slaves and prisoners. They quickly go over the plan and Saw leaves with his troops, telling Cal to join them when he’s ready.

You stay behind with Cere and Greez on the Mantis to intercept transmissions and offer support from here. Standing at the base of the ramp, Cal holds your hands, giving them one last squeeze.

“Be safe,” you plead, and you wish you didn’t sound so worried because you know he can feel it, but you can’t help it.

“I promise,” he responds with a smile, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your cheek, and then he takes off towards the refinery. 

After a couple of steps Cal turns back around one last time and you wave to him. You can hear BD’s beeps, probably saying his goodbyes. Even after they’re gone from view, you stand there a little longer, already missing the redhead. You huff and shake your head. I have to be brave for him, you tell yourself. So you go back to the ship to help Cere with the transmissions.

It isn't until about 20 minutes later that you try to contact Cal the first time to ask how it’s going, but there’s no response. In fact, you can’t get through at all. It’s like someone cut off the connection. You keep trying to get through, to no avail.

Immediately you fear the worst, so you tell Cere. 

“You think there’s an Inquisitor here?” you ask, fearful.

“Cal has fought them before, he’s strong,” Cere says, as she turns to Greez. He shifts in his seat.

“I mean, there’s a chance they caught up to him,” the captain starts, averting his eyes from both of you. “Cal did mention bounty hunters on Zeffo. Maybe…” He trails off for a moment. “Oh no.”

“They, who?” you question. 

– – –

You’re pacing back and forth on the Mantis, trying to get the worry and stress out of your system. You almost threw one of the tools lying nearby at the Latero when he confessed that he had a big debt from his gambling days that he hadn’t paid off yet. Because of it, bounty hunters were after Cal, apparently.

Sitting down on the cot, you exhale deeply. You had to remove yourself from the cockpit as Greez set course to Ordo Eris, the stronghold of the Haxion Brood. You didn’t want to say or do something you’d regret later. The only thing you could do now was pray to any deity you could think of that Greez was right and you weren’t just ditching Cal on Kashyyyk. And also hope that if he had actually gotten kidnapped, that he was still in one piece. From the few things Greez told you about their leader, Sorc Tormo, he didn’t sound like a pleasant fellow. Then again, Cal has BD with him. They’re a great team, and Cal has only gotten stronger in such a short period of time. Surely, they’re fine. 

You repeat that last thought in your mind like a mantra, until Cere finally announces you’re about to arrive. You quickly make your way to the cockpit and catch the Mantis jumping out of hyperspace, now flying towards a construction seemingly built into an asteroid. It actually looks kind of cool, and you’d take some more time appreciating the architecture if it wasn’t for Cal being in danger.

Greez flies the ship without hesitation towards a tower.

“Hold on to something!” he warns not long before the ship breaks through one of the big panels and into the building. 

Cere is already at the door, calling out to Cal. When he finally steps through the hatch into the Mantis in one piece, you’re so relieved you could pass out right then and there. But a new wave of worry comes crashing down on you as you the state he’s in; he clearly took a beating, and who knows how long he’s been like this. 

Greez makes quick work of getting the ship out of there. Meanwhile Cal tells everyone the bad news. It doesn’t escape you how he’s leaning onto the back of Cere’s seat for support. You also don’t miss the fact the only thing on his mind is the mission, and not his well-being, apparently. You lightly shake your head as you approach him.

“The Empire knows about the Holocron,” Cal informs everyone, then he turns to Cere with a slight grimace. “And I had a nice chat with the Second Sister, Trilla.”

You’re trying to have Cal lean onto you for support so you can take him to the back to patch him up, but you stop moving at his words. There’s an uncharacteristic venom laced in his voice. 

“What did she tell you?” Cere asks, calculating. 

“She told me you betrayed her to the Empire,” he spits. “Is it true?” 

Cere hesitates for a moment, and you can feel your heart sink to your stomach.

“She was my apprentice before the purge,” she finally states, and it’s obvious she’s deflecting the question. 

“You should have told me!” Cal retorts, and you can feel him shaking. 

“We’re getting an encrypted message from Kashyyyk,” Greez interrupts the two.

Cal and Cere share one last sour look before Cal moves towards the holotable. The message is from Mari Kosan, one of Gerrera’s fighters. They found Tarfful and he wants to meet Cal. But the Empire overran their position at the refinery. Some of the fighters stayed back while Gerrera went off-world. 

Back to Kashyyyk it is, then. Greez sets the course, and the ship’s engines roar as it enters hyperspace. 

You quickly lead Cal away before he can say anything else to Cere. When you tell him that you couldn’t reach his commlink, he tells you that Trilla rerouted all communications. He tried contacting you as well, but couldn't.

When you get to the cot, you sit him down and get the first aid box. You take off his poncho and his vest to take a closer look at his injuries. He’s a bit scratched up but luckily he looked worse than it actually was. 

After giving him a stim, cleaning up his wounds and discarding the used gauze, you take one last look at Cal before nodding and finally allowing yourself to properly breathe again. He visibly feels much better now.

“There, all done,” you say, cupping his cheek. 

“Thanks, cupcake,” Cal responds, and you feel the heat violently erupt on your face.

“Where’d that come from?” you manage to ask, failing to hold back a flustered chuckle.

“To be honest, I have no idea,” he responds with a sheepish smile, a blush spreading on his cheeks as well. “If you don’t like it–”

“No no, I do,” you’re quick to interrupt him. “I could get used to it.” 

After a moment, you turn around to put away the first aid box on the shelves on the opposite side.

“Oh, I remembered a new trick on Kashyyyk, by the way,” Cal says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Really?” you ask, turning around and leaning back on the wall. “I hope it’s better than the wall running.”

Cal extends his arms towards you, and you feel an invisible force pushing you off the wall and bringing you forward until you come to a halt standing between Cal’s legs, his hands gently holding onto your waist to help you keep your balance. He looks up at you with a stupid grin and raises his brows, as if to tell you “not bad, right?”.

“I guess it is better,” you laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I wonder what other tricks you have up your sleeve…”

Suddenly his gaze shifts from mischievous to a little more serious, and his eyes momentarily flicker to your lips and back up. Involuntarily, your breath hitches, and you start leaning in, your hands travelling up his neck to hold his face. The butterflies in your stomach are out of control, and you swallow in an attempt to calm down and not mess this up, and–

Both you and Cal freeze as you hear your name being called from the cockpit. 

You pull away, removing your hands from him rather stiffly. The look of disappointment on his face has your chest tightening in pain for a second.

“I better go,” you say sheepishly. “Make sure to get some rest, okay?”

“Right,” Cal sighs, waiting just for a moment longer in case you don’t go just yet, but you turn around and make your way to the front of the ship, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment once you have your back to him. He leans down onto the cot with a quiet groan, placing his arm over his forehead. 

The call came from Cere; she needs your help with some intercepted transmissions, so that’s what you work on for some time. Once you’re done, you start tinkering with Cal’s commlink, changing some parts and improving the wiring, so it wouldn’t be as easy to jam or reroute communications in the future.

It takes you a while to make those improvements, and once you’re finally done, you stand up with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head. It’s time for you to hit the bed as well. 

As you get up from the round table, you notice that Greez isn’t in his captain’s seat. You were so focused on your work that you must have missed him walking by. Shrugging it off, you make your way to the back, looking forward to cuddling with Cal, as you’ve had to share a bed ever since you came onboard the Mantis. You hope it wouldn’t be weird after what happened earlier, though.

Just as you’re passing the threshold to the back of the ship, Greez walks past you. Cal is sitting on the cot and not sleeping, as he should be. You push him back down onto the bed, telling him to scoot over so you can fit as well.

“What did Greez want?” you ask as you get comfortable. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. He apologised, actually” Cal answers, lying down behind you and pulling you into his chest. “For the whole Haxion Brood thing.” He pauses for a moment, and you look over your shoulder. “He also said I should cut Cere some slack for the whole… Trilla situation.”

You lie back down, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m actually not sure what I’ll do once I find the Holocron,” Cal admits, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you offer, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “For now, let’s focus on the mission at hand. A lot can happen until then.” 

Cal doesn’t answer, but he hugs you a little tighter. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to doze off into some much needed sleep.

When you wake up, it’s because of Cere shaking your shoulder not so gently, telling you to get up. You respond with a groan, hiding your face in the pillow. 

“Get up, we’re about to arrive,” Cere says with a warning tone that leaves no place for discussion. So you have no choice but get up. 

Again on Kashyyyk, Cal gets ready to go meet this Tarfful guy. Or rather, Wookiee. After plans are made and equipment is checked, it’s time for him to go. 

“Here, your new and improved commlink,” you announce to Cal, holding out the device. 

Cal thanks you with a smile, taking it from your hands and pocketing it away. BD beeps, telling him it’s time to go. But he stands there looking at you for a second longer. 

“Be careful, okay?” you plead in a quiet voice.

“I promise,” he assures you with his usual smile, but his eyes are searching yours for something else, and that’s all it takes for you to momentarily block out the rest of the world and do what you’ve been wanting to since probably the first day you ever laid eyes on the redhead. 

“Wait, come here,” you say and your hands reach up to hold his poncho. “You have something on your face.” 

You pull him down until his nose brushes against yours.

“Me,” you whisper, and capture his lips with yours. Cal makes an adorable sound of surprise, but is quick to kiss you back. By the way his hand snakes around your torso and comes to a sudden halt at the small of your back, you can tell it’s taking him a lot of effort to hold back right now. For some reason, that makes you feel even bolder, so before pulling back, you give his bottom lip a nibble. 

Cal lets out a “phew” with a cocky smirk, running his hand through his hair, and it’s illegal how handsome he looks right now. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one with tricks up my sleeves, huh?” he says and you laugh, now slightly embarrassed as you realise everyone on the landing platform just saw you. 

“Off you go,” you tell Cal, giving him a playful push on his chest, and he leans in to quickly steal one last kiss, then takes off with a wink.

— — —

A/N 2: i couldn’t find any info on how the bounty hunter kidnapping scene ties into the story (to me it felt kinda random when playing), so it seems a lot of the surrounding parts were scrapped and all that was left was greez’ dialogue about gambling. but i wanted to use the scene, so i hope it made sense lol // screenshot is mine

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[its-vannah]

Mrs. Scamander - Theseus x Reader

A/N: I think this just topped "I Do" as my favorite fic I've ever written. I took creative liberty with Theseus' mum, which I think added a bit of humor <3

Word Count: 1,556

Warnings: Fluff (?), overbearing mothers

"Does everyone know why we're gathered here today?" Mrs. Scamander asked, her ankles crossing over one another as she nursed a cup of tea in the palm of her hand, bringing it to her lips.

Theseus nodded, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "Because Newt-"

"No, not because of Newt. It's about you." She said with a sigh, watching as her oldest son's brows creased.

"What in the bloody hell have I done?" He asked, shock spread across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Theseus." She warned, "Theseus, it's come to my attention that since becoming Head Auror, something I'm very proud of you for, that you've been… lacking in other areas."

He groaned, "Mum, please…"

Newt stirred beside his brother, trying to keep Teddy from rumaging in between the couch cussions looking for spare change. Once he wrangled the niffler into the crook of his arm, awkwardly smiling up at his mother.

She cleared her throat, "Theseus, if you look around this room, you'll find that you're surrounded by the people who care about you most."

He surveyed the room and took in the cold hearted truth of it: He really only let three people close to him, and even then, "close" was an iffy term.

Before him, his mother sat in her quilted settee, a look of worry on her face as she looked her son up and down. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his tie was loosened around his neck. Theseus had barely slept the night before, or any night this past month, really.

To his right, Newt sat holding Teddy, more preoccupied with wrangling the niffler than trying to help with his brother's intervension. And to his left, you were perched on the arm of the couch, the tea in your hands untouched. If it had been anyone else, he would have questioned why they were a part of a family matter. But you had practically grown up with he and Newt, so it went without questioning.

"Mum, it's a big responsibility. I'm tired, that's all." Theseus said, giving her a weak smile.

"Being "just tired" may work when you don't get a lot of sleep at night, but you're far beyond that point," Mrs. Scamander shook her head, "Is it true that you've been falling asleep in the office?"

His eyes widened, "How'd you find out about that one? Who told you?"

The room went silent, his mother sipped her tea, and all eyes fell on you.

"Y/N!" Theseus exclaimed, "It was one time!"

"One time this week, Thes. And it's only Monday. Last week it was eight. Trust me, I counted." You frowned, setting your teacup on the sidetable, "I only told her because I care about her. And I know you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to get some more rest."

He huffed, crossing her arms, refusing to look in her direction.

"Theseus, stop acting like a child. We all know it's true." His mother sighed, waving her wand to refill her tea.

"And I suppose Newt told you something, too? How I've been adding more and more sugar to my tea to keep myself awake?"

He regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth.

"You've what? Theseus, that's not at all good for your health and you know it!" Mrs. Scamander scolded, "No, Newt told me about the incident at Hogwarts. You were left in, for lack of better words, a prison… hanging upside down? Is that correct?"

"Newt got me out of there just fine, mum." Theseus grumbled, slumping back into the couch. He flinched when he felt something move behind his back, watching as you slid your hand out of the way. He had almost forgotten that you had been rubbing small circles in his back for the past fifteen minutes in an effort to be supportive.

"Watch your tone, Theseus." His mother warned, "Look, I know things have been difficult, especially this past few years. With your promotion, losing Leta, getting back on the right track with your brother… But it's time to make better decisions, starting with your lack of sleep."

Theseus shook his head, "Mum, I'm a grown man. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

She raised a brow and he immediately appologized, accepting his defeat, "I'll get more sleep."

"Continue."

"I promise." He finished.

"Now that that's out of the way, it's about time you settled down!" Mrs. Scamander explained, "I'm not getting any younger, Theseus, I'm in desperate need of a grandchild! Why, just across the street, the Wollenstones are expecting not one, but two grandchildren this spring! Come on, Theseus!"

"Why are you only asking me for grandchildren? Newt's here, too!" Theseus argued, but one look at Newt and he remembered why he hadn't settled down yet.

Mrs. Scamander rolled her eyes, "Newt already has someone on his mind, Theseus. The point is, you don't."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I know my son."

Her words stung, but they were true. Between trying to rein his brother in and catch up to Grindlewald, he hadn't had much time to think about settling down with someone.

"I think it's best if I go. I have a lot of wo- resting- I need to do." Theseus swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, rising from his spot on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? I made your favorite for dessert. Treacle Tarts." She frowned, waving her hand through the air to mimic the shape of the tart.

But Theseus continued walking, calling out that "that's Newt's favorite" over his shoulder.

Mrs. Scamander was about to follow after him, but you held out a hand, "Let me go, see if I can diffuse the tension."

She nodded briskly and you scurried after him, trying to catch him before he left.

You turned a corner into the hallway and another into the narrow foyer, dozens of photos of the boys hung on the wall, sprinkled in with at least a half dozen of you.

When you caught up to him, he was struggling to get his coat off the hangar, too frustrated to even think.

You approached him slowly, trying not to startle him. Placing a hand gently on his shoulder, you reached for the hangar with your other, "Let me help you."

He didn't fight you on it, his tight grip on the hangar loosening so you could grab it, his whole palm red from grasping it too hard.

Slipping the coat off, you set put the hangar back in the closet before helping him slip into the navy blue coat. Once it was over his shoulders, he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face, "You were always too good to me."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, and you grinned, "Always were a hugger, weren't you?"

Theseus stiffled a laugh, "Would you have it any other way?"

"No, I suppose I wouldn't."

You untangled yourself from him and he sighed, "I'll see you later, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Theseus." You smiled, and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

He then turned to walk out the door, not giving one thought about what he had just done. Then it hit him: he had kissed you. And, surprisingly, you had kissed him back.

Before the door could shut, Theseus turned and opened it back again. You stood in the exact spot you had been standing in when he had left, but your fingertips were now touching your face, a large smile spread across your lips.

Theseus couldn't help but smile back, taking long strides towards you as he tangled one hand in your hair, the other settling on your waist as he leaned in for another kiss.

Your hands found his shoulder and his chest as you fell into the embrace, lips moving against his.

Chances are, the two of you would have stayed like that for hours if it hadn't been for the clatter of a teacup on the floor.

Your heads whipped around to see Mrs. Scamander standing in the middle of the foyer, her eyes wide, tea seeping through the marble floors. She began jumping up and down, "Good Godric, it happened! Newt, it happened!"

Within seconds, she was bursting through the front door, bounding across the street to the Wollenstones, "Agatha, you won't believe it, I'm going to be a grandmother! Agatha!"

You and Theseus couldn't help but laugh, and you leaned your head into his chest, watching as his mother told the whole street about what she had witnessed, "I can't say I'm surprised."

"That my mother is sharing our moment with the whole neighborhood? Me neither."

"That's Mrs. Scamander for you." You giggled, your hand entwined with his.

"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Mrs. Scamander." Theseus teased.

"Watch it, Theseus." You responded, raising a brow, "But for the record, I prefer gold bands over silver."

Back in the tea room, you could hear Newt call out, "That's what Teddy prefers, too, so I'd be careful if I were you!"

The two of you laughed, releasing the breath you had been holding for far too long.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Hiya. I have an ask for Scott Forrester again. ❤️ The prompt is: #20 “There ain't no secrets anymore.” Thank you so much.

Tagging: @district447 @delightfulheroshoeflap @upsteadlogic @ottitt @too-strong-to-lose @@hearthockey @alice30martini @tems13

Takes place before When in Rome

It’s in Berlin that Scott learns you used to have a husband.

You’ve been quiet ever since you’d stepped off the plane, preoccupied, stressed. He recognises the behaviours but they seem alien on you. He’s worked with you for just over a year now and he’s only ever seen you calm and collected.

It gets worse when you step into Europol HQ. He sees the tension in your shoulders, the way you clench your jaw. You look like you’d rather be anywhere else but here. It’s because of the way they treat you, he realises.  Sympathetic looks and gentle shoulder squeezes. They tell you how good you look, how well you’re doing. The prodigal daughter returns, he thinks at the time.

It isn’t until later when he meets your father in law that he realises the truth of the situation. The older man is high up in the UN, the fly team are investigating the death of one their clerks. You don’t expect to see him, Scott can tell that much because you stiffen when he appears, your body rigid as he embraces you.

“Natalia.” He says as he steps back and surveys you. “You still look as radiant as you did on your wedding day.”

The revelation throws Scott, it throws everyone. He sees your cheeks colour as you excuse yourself and disappear from the room. He has always known there was a reason you left Berlin, something beyond your love of travel and old world architecture. He never imagined that it was a husband.

“I had no idea she was married.” He tells Jaeger later that evening as they share a glass of whiskey in her office.

She was the one who had chosen you to be her replacement. At the time he didn’t question it, you were smart, fierce, diplomatic. Everything he needed in a Europol liaison.

“Widowed.” Jaeger corrects him and it’s another blow. Suddenly he understands everything that’s happened today, why you’re reacting the way you are, why you never mentioned you’d been married. “Matthew died a few months before she arrived in Budapest, it was a very quick illness. She couldn’t stand to be in Berlin without him after that.”

She sighs as she takes a sip from her whisky glass.

“It was a very painful time for her. They had been trying for a child, his parents clung to the hope that she was carrying a part of their son with her but then the months went by…” She trails off, shaking her head as she looks out of the window. “Natalia felt like she disappointed them.”

It’s a lot to unpack, even for him. He can’t imagine what it must be like for you, the pressure of that, the weight of it. You’ve carried it all on your own over the past year, it breaks his heart to think about how isolated you must have felt.

“Do you know where she is?” Scott asks Jaeger as he sets his glass down upon her desk.

Jaeger checks the watch on her wrist before removing a post it note from the pad in front of her before scribbling an address.

“I know where she’ll be.”

*******

Scott finds you at Berlinchen, a restaurant Jaeger had described as a hole in the wall. You’re tucked away in the back corner, nursing a glass of beer as you hunch over your phone, scrolling through your pictures.  You don’t look up when he sits down alongside of you on the cushioned bench.

“I’m not interested.” You say, your gaze fixed firmly on your screen. “And I’m having a really bad fucking day.”

“I know.” Scott says quietly. “Jaeger told me.”

You raise your head and the expression on your face, it almost breaks his heart. Your eyes are red rimmed, your complexion ruddy, there’s moisture on your cheeks from where you’ve been crying. He can’t imagine how hard it must be, to come here again, be in this world, around those memories.

“Is that your husband?” He asks you, gesturing towards your phone and you look back down at the screen, clutching it in your hand. “Will you tell me about him?”

It takes a few attempts but finally you manage to force the words out. You tell him that Matthew used to be a translator, that you met through work. He spoke seven languages and was learning Pashto before he died because he wanted to work with the refugees who were coming into the country. You smile as you recall his laugh, how it sounded like a guffaw, always echoing through whichever room he was in. You remember Saturday mornings exploring the city, walking hand in hand as you studied the architecture. Scott holds your hand through every memory of it, the ones that make you laugh and the ones that make you cry.

You seem lighter when the two of you finally leave Berlinchen, it’s almost ten pm when they start shutting up shop around you. Scott wraps his arm around your shoulders, warding off the cold as you lean into him.

“Thank you for tonight.” You say softly as you tilt your head to look at him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve talked about Matthew, since I’ve allowed myself to remember him.”

“Natalia…” Scott murmurs as his eyes meet yours. “Our friendship, it doesn’t come with conditions. If you need to lean on someone, lean on me.”

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[aldbooks]

A Strange Melody - Chapter 8

@sunshinebingo

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All throughout dinner, the entire table’s attention was fixed on Morrigan as she recounted her visit to the continent. Everyone listened with rapt attention, even Gwyn- despite the gnawing unease that had begun to build since the woman’s arrival. She spoke of people and places that Gwyn had never - and likely would never - see, and she wished to absorb every detail. Even as her jealousy threatened to eat her alive.

She was fully aware of every shift of Azriel’s gaze in Morrigan's direction, every smile he gave her, and  every one she gave him in return. It was clear there was some history between them which everyone else seemed to be aware of, and Gwyn found herself retreating further and further inside herself with every passing moment.

At some point, she felt a steady gaze on her and a soft prodding of her mind, and turned to find Rhysand watching her with a knowing expression. Don’t give up now little syren, it isn’t time to retreat just yet, he said.

Not a syren , she corrected.

The corner of his lips twitched. The point stands. Don’t give up, you still have time. 

You knew he was in love with her, she accused. He said nothing, which was confirmation enough. Why would you let me come here knowing he loved another? 

There was a long silence as Rhysand studied her. Az’s feelings for Mor are- complicated. But you have captured his attention. The game isn’t over yet. 

I have one more day left, at best, and he has already been absent for a significant part of my time here. What could i possibly accomplish in the few hours I have left now that she has returned? 

Again, Rhysand said nothing, but there was sympathy in his eyes as he gave her a small smile before retreating from her mind. No one else seemed to have taken notice of their exchange, still too absorbed in the stories their friend was telling. No one but Rhysand seemed to notice when she quietly slipped away from the room after dinner and returned to her room where she curled up in bed, Azriel’s cloak clutched against her chest.

Thunder and the pounding of rain against her windows greeted Gwyn the next morning. With a sigh full of melancholy, she remained where she was for several long minutes, listening to the storm before dragging herself from bed to stand at the window, staring out at the muted gray skies and angry ocean below. As soon as she saw the water, she felt the pull to return. It made her limbs ache and caused a pulling sensation in her chest. She knew then that despite her bargain with Rhys, the magic was already wearing off. In reality, she had already extended well beyond the 24 hours usually granted for land walking. She would be lucky to make it until nightfall before she was forced to return.

When the twins arrived to prepare her for the day, she did not fight them, allowing them to dress her in a soft, sage green gown and twist her hair into a thick braid. After they left, she sat at the vanity, studying her reflection as she contemplated not going down to breakfast and simply sneaking off while the others were preoccupied. However, despite how things with Azriel had turned out, she had made a friend of Nesta and even Feyre and did not want to leave without some sort of goodbye.

Taking a steadying breath, she stood and moved towards the door. She paused when she found an empty hallway waiting for her, no Azriel in sight- but then, why should she expect him to be waiting for her? Morrigan had returned. He had others to occupy him.

Wrapping her arms around her middle to ward off the slight chill that had invaded the palace thanks to the storm, Gwyn made her way down to breakfast much later than she had the last two days. She stopped short when she found only the women seated around the table. 

Waving her over to the chair beside her, Nesta explained. “You just missed the boys. A report arrived from one of the Illyrian camps that necessitated some discussion. They should be back by luncheon.”

Gwyn took the seat beside Nesta, mechanically filling her plate despite her lack of appetite and listened to the others discuss their plans for the day. The storm outside prohibited any sort of outdoor activity, leaving them little more to do than lounge about the palace which Morrigan lamented, apparently wishing to go shopping. 

“So, Gwyneth,” Morrigan said, turning a curious stare on Gwyn. “How long are you intending to stay with us?”

Gwyn froze. Why did she ask? Was she so eager to be rid of a potential rival for her lover’s affections? She needn’t worry. “Actually,” she said, placing her hands in her lap and giving up any pretense of eating. “I had intended to return home this afternoon.”

“So soon?” Nesta asked, setting down the pastry she’d been nibbling on. 

“I- there are some things I should attend to after being gone so long,” she answered vaguely. Which was not entirely untrue. She had never spent this much time away from her home and she wished to ensure the reef surrounding her little abode was well, especially due to the storm which would occasionally cause ships to run aground, causing damage to the delicate ecosystems.

“You’ve only been here two days,” Nesta protested. “Surely you can manage a few more. Is there not anyone else who can see to your affairs while you’re gone?”

Gwyn smiled sadly. “I’m afraid not.” She had vaguely mentioned to her and Feyre that she lived alone but had not gone into any detail. They both gave her knowing looks in return that spoke of a shared grief. 

Morrigan, who had said nothing so far, watched her with a curious expression. “Do you need a lift home? I could winnow you back to your island and return for you once you’ve seen to your business,” she suggested.

Despite Gwyn’s initial inclination, she found she actually liked the woman, which made it even worse to know she had been the one to steal Azriel’s heart long before she had arrived. Morrigan was kind, intelligent, and in possession of a sharp wit. All of this on top of her unearthly beauty… it was no wonder Azriel had fallen for her. What hope had Gwyn ever had?

“Thank you,” Gwyn replied sincerely. “But my business will take more than a few hours. I would expect to be needed for some time. I rarely leave the- my home. I thank you for your generosity and hospitality while I have been here, though. Truly.” She bowed her head in the queen’s direction.

The look Feyre gave her was full of knowing and Gwyn wondered if her husband had told her of the bargain they had made. If so, she seemed as unwilling to interfere as he had been. There would be no invitation, and honestly, she wasn’t sure she desired one any longer. As nice as it would be to see these women again, she wasn’t sure she could stomach watching Azriel pine for another.

The four of them parted ways after breakfast, each retreating to their own corner of the palace to entertain themselves. Gwyn feigned a desire for more rest and returned to her room. With her goodbyes given, she saw little reason to linger. She had not said goodbye to Azriel, of course, though she doubted he would truly miss her. Still, he had been kind to her and she wanted to leave some kind of thanks. 

Plucking one of the pristine white lilies from the vase in her rooms, She tied the scarf around the stem and left it by Azriel’s door. She had no need for such things beneath the surface as the water would only rot the fabric. But the bracelet and carved star she would take with her and cherish always. 

Stripping out of her borrowed clothes, she laid them carefully out on the bed and wrapped Azriel’s cloak around herself once more as she took one last look around the room and made her way out to the balcony where she and Azriel had left for their flight two days before. As soon as she stepped outside, she was pelted with rain, soaking through her flimsy covering in seconds as she slowly made her way to the edge of the balcony.

Peering over the edge, she again felt the insistent pull of the ocean and closed her eyes against it to bask in one last moment on land. Releasing a sigh, she carefully climbed atop the railing before dropping the cloak behind her and stepping off the ledge into the welcoming abyss below.

#gwynriel

[zablife]

Hi! Can I request a fluffy, funny and maybe steamy, but mainly just funny Jake Seresin fic?

Here's the prompt:

That's it 😅 *faints dramatically*

(I was going to write a fic "Not my type" and this would have been the "Were you always this hot?" moment but my brain goes empty every time this or the training vid gifs come up 🙈)

Not My Type

“Who is that?” Halo asked, craning her neck to get a better look at the blonde serviceman by the pool table. Your eyes followed her gaze and you let out a groan as you realized who else had been called back to Top Gun. 

You shook your head with a small smile. You should have known he would be on this mission. “That’s Jake Seresin. He’s the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill,” you informed her.

“Holy shit, that’s impressive,” she exclaimed. Catching Jake’s eye, he waved at you and you raised your beer bottle toward him.

“Yeah, and he knows it too,” you replied, watching Hangman stride toward you.

“He’s coming over here. Do I look, okay?” Halo asked, smoothing her hair.

“You look great. Don’t get too excited though, he’s not that good looking, trust me,” you assured her. It had been a few years since you trained together, but you remembered that his ego was far bigger than his muscles.

Jake approached slowly, greeting you both in his charming Southern drawl. “Y/n, should have known you’d be here with the Navy’s best. Who’s your friend?”

“Jake, this is my friend and fellow aviator, Lt. Callie Bassett, call sign Halo. Halo, this is Lt. Jake Seresin, but you can call him Bagman,” you said with a wink.

“Hangman,” he corrected you with slight irritation in his voice.

“Whatever,” you replied, taking a sip of your beer. 

“Now don’t act like you don’t remember, darlin’. I know you’ve always had a little crush on me,” he teased.

“Sorry to let you down, but you're not my type, Seresin,” you shrugged. His face fell for a moment and you wondered if you’d managed to wound his pride. 

However, as a new song began playing on the jukebox, Jake’s wide grin returned and he declared, “I love this song! Halo, wanna dance, sweetheart?” he asked extending a hand to her. She accepted and you watched them together for a moment before closing your tab with Penny.

————————————————-

The next day everyone was on base for physical training. You secured your hair away from your face as Halo entered the locker room. “How was last night?” you asked, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“We had one drink and then I left. Jake’s fun, but he’s way too into himself,” she said with a laugh. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Where did he get that confidence? Sauntering out into the gym, you began your warm up, letting your mind wander. The space was enormous and it was already crowded despite the early hour. Halo took the treadmill near you and popped in her earphones, oblivious to the sound of weights dropping behind you with a harsh clang. 

You turned to see a shirtless Jake, clad only in black shorts, toweling off the sweat that ran down his toned chest. Your eyes traversed the planes of his pecs, taking in the sight of taut muscle under dark blonde chest hair. His stomach was unbelievable, a perfect six pack that looked as though it were carved out of marble. And you were practically salivating at the thought of reaching your fingertips out to trace his v-cuts visible above his low slung shorts. 

“Y/n?” Jake called. He must have been calling to you for some time because his tone was amused and self-assured as though he knew you were preoccupied by the sight of him. 

Gulping, you tried to meet his gaze, but your eyes clung to his body. Here he was half naked before you and you couldn’t help but imagine what was concealed beneath his shorts. Realizing you were in dangerous waters, you flicked your eyes up to his just as he slung his towel over his shoulder. His large hands and the veins protruding from his wide forearms nearly distracted you again, but he captured your attention when he spoke. “Not your type, huh?” he said with mock seriousness.

“I…I don’t think I said it like that,” you stammered.

“You wouldn’t be lyin’ to me, would you sweetheart?” he said with a smirk, green eyes dancing with mischief.

You wanted to reply, but your throat felt dry. “Were you always this hot?” you practically whispered, mind blanking on an appropriate response.

“Well look who’s changing her tune,” he said, turning to hit the showers with a cocky strut.

#Top Gun Maverick fanfic #Top Gun Maverick imagine #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin fanfic #Jake seresin imagine #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x y/n #Jake x Seresin x reader

[ask-the-royal-absol]

@Destino, Felix & Hope: You three better be ready for this, especially you Prime. Once you leave, there is most likely NO COMING BACK. On that note, Perhaps this can be an exception to the light luggage rule (Drops a small bag of 9 Max Revives on the floor) Use them well, Heroes, and may Arceus have mercy on your souls

Destino looked towards you, smirk on their face. They chuckled at the idea of not coming back. How ridiculous.

“Hey buddy, I get you’re trying to make this whole journey sound epic. But the whole “no coming back” thing just ain’t true. Of course Felix and I are gonna come back here when the whole ‘saving the world’ situation is done. You think the surface world is gonna accept us when it’s forced us to be down here our entire lives? Ha, get real,” this sparked a thought in Destino’s head. They needed to ask this. “Speaking of. Hope, where are you from again?”

Mind still preoccupied with thinking about her missing item, she almost didn’t process Destino had said anything to her. Snapping back to the conversation at hand, she replied, “Oh, Terrestria. Why?”

“Ah right, Terrestria. Now, if I remember, you said our kingdoms had some sort of trade alliance, right?”

“Yes.” Terrestria had been allied with the Underdark for roughly 400 years. Each member of the Terrestrian royal family were taught this from a young age and understood how vital it was for their economy to keep this trade relationship going. The ores the Underdark provided were incredibly valuable and it had made the kindgom of Terrestria quite rich with resources to sell and trade to other kingdoms. They had been incredibly lucky that this collaboration between Terrestria and the Underdark had not be discovered by other kingdoms, especially Whimsain.

“And my parents have been to the surface, correct?”

“Multiple times.” Hope remembered the first time she saw Destino’s parents. As a young torchic, she was incredibly intimidated by them. Everyone knew the rumours surrounding dark types and how they’d kill you on the spot. She honestly thought they were there to invade. But, as soon as her father had shown her that they meant no harm, she found them interesting to talk to. She didn’t talk much with them, considering they mainly focused on trade deals with her father. But, when she was able to ask the, a question about themselves or their home, she was always fascinated to hear what they had to say. She definitely enjoyed hearing the funny stories they told about Destino.

“Right. Fuck them both for going without telling me but that’s not what I want to delve into. Did they ever use a disguise up there? Because I’m pretty sure they can’t use illusions or transformations. Then again, they lied about the whole surface thing so who knows at this point.”

“Wow, you’ve actually thought of something smart to ask. Did your single brain cell have to work hard for that one?” A single “oh damn,” from Felix caught Destino’s attention and they turned towards him, giving him a glare. They looked at Hope before speaking.

“Oh yes, real funny. Insult the Pokémon who’s supposed to save the world. I could always stay down here and let the world end.” It’s not like Destino wanted to be chosen to save the world. In fact, they hated every time they were reminded of this grand duty they had to fulfil. Maybe they’ll have to speak with this Pokémon who kept talking to them in their dreams about handing the responsibility to someone else.

“I mean, you are an easy target. Anyway, no, they don’t use a disguise. We’ve got a secret tunnel that is used by them to head straight to Terrestria without discovery. It was built a long time ago so then knowledge about your kingdom and our kingdom’s alliance wouldn’t leak out. You have your disguise so I wouldn’t worry too much about being caught.”

Secret tunnels, eh? Perhaps that’s how the alliance first started, with an accidental tunnel to the Underdark. Destino was curious to find out more about their alliance but they supposed that would have to be a conversation for later on. Destino chucked the bag of max revives to Felix. The Prime had no idea what the clumps were but figured they could be traded for something good on the surface. Felix gave Destino a look, but knew he would have to carry anything the Prime wanted to bring on this journey. Destino looked through a couple of their bags and picked out some black glasses. They tucked them into their soft fur and looked towards their parent’s room, where Hershel was standing outside of it and Roy was busy doing something inside.

“Well. It’s time. Let’s head up to the surface,” Destino said. The tiniest hint of worry entered their voice as they said this.

(5/5)

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #pokeask #ask #chapter 3 #hope the Blaziken #Felix the gengar #finally lol #gonna be a bit of story before asks are back open again

[saskiahaggens]

฿ØⱤĐɆⱤⱠ₳₦Đ 🂡 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 3

Masterlist

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Paring: (?) × Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1636

Please remember that English is not my first language, so please don't kill me.

Shibuki stepped up and took Arisu's paper.

"What is the population of the planet Earth. As a courtesy you may round up to the nearest hundred million.", she read out.

"They are asking for an answere in the billions."

"If we're off by just one, a billion flaming arrows will come flying right at us."

"'As a coutensy'. What a cruel joke."

"There is no way we could answer the question."

They all started speaking at once. But they were right; this question can't be answered correctly.

"Damit. All right, we just have to get it right then. Anyone here know the answer?", started Karube surprisingly calm.

"How would I know the answere! I don't even know japan's population.", started Chota.

You simply nodded. To be honest, no one needed to know the world's population for anything. It's a changing number, therefore no one knows the correct answer; even your textbooks have different answers to that question. Still, you didn't care to remember one.

"Shibuki what about you?" Karube questioned, knowing Arisu wouldn't know the answer as well.

"I don't know. Plus, any figures I learned during school would be outdated by now. I've heard the world population increases by 80 million each year. Using that we can deduce the population to be 6.6? No... it's 6.7 or 6.8 billion."

This is a far too ambiguous answer. Surviving a hundred million arrows would be impossible. Nobody wants to answer such a question.

"Arisu! You decide. You pulled the fortune. I'm trusting you with my life. If someone has a problem with it, talk it through with Arisu. I'm not butting in.", sight Karube.

Has he given up? No, there must be something behind this. From everything you've learned about them so far, he's not the kind of guy to give up. Especially when one of his friends is in trouble.

"Dose is hurt?", he suddenly asked you.

"Yeah, but I think it would be worse if it weren't for the adrenaline," you responded, holding your arm.

"Hey, Karube. Why are you letting Arisu decide. We could still be brainstorming together.", asked Chota who scooted next to you.

Karube gave a short speech on Arisus and his past, but you were otherwise busy. He had his reasons, and you wouldn't question him after he saved you. You were preoccupied with the question.

Why didn't they just ask the questions like that? Why the fortunes? There has to be another way to end the game.

"I got it!", Arisu called out. "The answere is 6.8 billion."

•~•~•~•~•~•

Answere

6,900,000,000

The penalty will now begin. It will continue for as many days as necessary until complete.

•~•~•~•~•~•

"What have you done!", called Shibuki out.

"As if you knew the exact answer." you bluffed back, which caused her to shut up.

"The problem was unsolvable form the beginning. So, I didn't try to figure out the correct answer."

"No offence Arisu, but you had to find out something else. May you mind explaining it before we are shot?", you asked while Karube helped you stand up.

"It's the fortunes. Each fortune contains a rank and a problem. But what is the rest of the text for?", he asked, and it clicked.

"Your best direction is south!", you called out what was written on Karubes' fortune.

"Arisu you really are something else. Alright everyone! Run until your lungs give put!" Called Karube when the first arrows hit the ground.

He grabbed your arm and started running south, trying to doge the arrows. Karube also bought the table, which he previously used to shield you and Chota from arrows.

"At this reate we'll die frome the heat alone!", yelled Chota.

You'd never realize how loud arrows could be until 100 million of them were fired at you, let alone the heat. Some objects even started exploding, and if Karube hadn't dragged you along, you would have given up and accepted your fate a long time ago.

"We got so far! Don't you dare give up!", he encouraged Chota to run faster.

You stumbled across an old well at the end of the path, but it had been filled in. You started to lose hope again, when an arrow hit the earth, and you noticed a clinging noise. Karube dragged you all underneath the table, before rushing out to check where the arrow struck. What an idiot. The table was too small to fit all of you and would give in anyway sooner or later, so you jumped to assist him; at the very least, the others would be saved.

This time, you have the chance to actually help them. You would also return the favor for saving you earlier. You thanked the adrenaline for existing because you could feel the heat, but you couldn't feel the agony of your hand burning any further than earlier, when you tried to put out the fire on your arm.

You both pulled open a huge metal door which led to a bunker. Karube wasted no time in pushing you near the edge to allow you to climb down while he yelled out for the others.

After you hit the ground, you kept an eye out for the others and whether they needed assistance. At least, you tried since it was pitch black down there. You heard Chota, Shibuki, and Arisu climbing down and directed them to the wall so you wouldn't bump into each other. Karube was the last one to get down and finally lights flickered on.

•~•~•~•~•~•

Congratulations

Game Complete

•~•~•~•~•~•

A monitor began to flicker on. What were the higher levels like if this was only a level three? How should you survive them, or why would you play them at all?

•~•~•~•~•~•

To return to the surface, please take the path that leads to the sewer.

•~•~•~•~•~•

You all started shouting in delight, and Karube pulled you in a headlock while jumped Arisu. Chota sobbed as he embraced Shibuki. You weren't sure if he was crying out of joy or agony at one point, because all your wounds were starting to hurt.

Suddenly, the monitor came back on and informed you that you had been granted a visa. A little register on the end of the room started beeping and a few moments later Arisu held out a paper and a card.

_________

Visa

Immigration status

verified

__________

Y/n L/n

__________

Points earnd this round: 3

Total points: 3

Valid until Tuesday 7/14

Please remain aware of your remaining time balance.

Registration: ♧3

____________

"The text all looks the same.", figured Karube.

Shibuki must participate in the games in order to receive the visa and/or the cards. It's not like she'd gotten anything else out of it.

"Shibuki. We're out of danger for now. It's time you tell us what you know."

"Fine but first let's get to the hospital. Y/n wound could get infected. We need to look for supplies. I can talk as we go. I'll tell you everything I know, about this place they call Borderland.", Shibuki exclaimed while walking away.

"Well, you get a piggyback ride," Karube said as he knelt down in front of you.

"I hurt my arm, not my leg."

"Yeah, but you saved my friends, and I can't repay you for that. Let's not forget that you may have saved me back there as well. We were significantly quicker at burring that door. So, no back talk.", he mumbled, and you gave up.

Shibuki told you all she knew about this place, but you couldn't focus. You felt that Karube was exhausted, but he still wouldn't let you down. You thought it might hurt his pride, so you stopped asking. You were also exhausted. Perhaps as a result of what you had just survived or because you hadn't slept in a while. I mean, before you were bought to Borderland, it was the middle of the night, and after that, it was dawn there, so you were awake for at least a day, added was Karubes warmth and you slept in quickly.

Unknown to you Karube turned slightly red, as you nuzzled your head in his neck. He thought no one could see it, but Chota caught him.

"Oi, Karube got a crush!", he shouted out.

Arisu chuckled but pulled him in a headlock after. "Not so loud. You'll wake her up."

Shibuki giggled and tried to redeem Karube. "How long do you know her?"

Chota murmured, slightly embarrassed by the fact, "…a day."

"Only a day and she risked her live for you? She must really like you already."

"Probably," Karube murmured, while his thoughts began to wander.

Arisu smiled as she glanced at your sleeping face. He had no idea who you were or where you came from, but you were kind of his guardian angel.

Arriving at the hospital, Karube put you in one of the beds and drew a blanket over you, after Shibuki treated you wounds.

"You really are quite something huh?", he asked more himself them you. "Many people just died, because their visa expired and here you are sleeping through it all."

Chota and Shibuki left to get some sleep and Arisu was who knows where, so he was alone with you.

"Thank you.", he mumbled turning away.

"You saved the two people I cared most for, but still your stupid to risk your life like that."

If Karube was honest he would admit that he didn't sleep the night. He wasn't sure about Shibuki, but he heard Chotas' and Arisus muffled cries. If he wasn't worried for you waking up, he probably would have done it too. He could have left but he decided against it. You saved the things that mattered most to him, so he could at least take care of you… for now.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ azrielxfem!oc

part four

part one, part two, part three

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Kallistrade walked into the room with Maddox and Jazemin —a High Fae female, her personal healer— flanking her behind. The whole Inner Circle, plus the Archeron Sisters, were already waiting for them.

"Sorry for the delay, we were gathering something rather interesting, which I think will interest you as well," sighed the captain, dropping into the chair that awaited for her.

"Is that so?" questioned Rhys, though he tried to raise an eyebrow so as not to look so preoccupied, his eyes revealed a different feeling.

Kallistrade waved to Maddox, who pulled out the papers they had been working on and threw them on top of the table, where they splattered everywhere, and Rhysand and Feyre took them in hand.

"Hybern's navy numbers."

Everyone else started showing curiosity at the papers, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of what they read. But when they noticed their High Lord’s eyes going wide and his face pale, they stoped trying to look and sat straight, nervous faces all around.

"This is..."

"Too much," Feyre finished for him.

"Damn right it is," Kallistrade sighed again, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

Rhys passed the papers to Cassian and Feyre to Azriel, both males had very similar reactions to those of the High Lord and Lady.

“And are we supposed to believe this information is true?” Azriel inquired, passing it along to Amren this time.

“It is,” was Kallistrade’s only disinterested response.

“Again, are we supposed to believe you?”

“Why would I lie about something like this, Azriel?”

"How did you even got this information?" A wicked little grin tugged at her mouth, leaving Azriel gritting his teeth.

“I like to be informed of every possible threat against my people. May I remind you, Shadowsinger, that I’m Captain Devilsbane, High Pirate Lady. And my duty as Pirate Lady is to assure we have all the information on what might present alliances or threats to us. My crew comes from all over the seven seas, I have eyes in every bay, so believe me when I say I know that what’s on those paper, is reliable information.”

“So you have people from Hybern,” he questioned, warily.

“I have people who were from Hybern,” she corrected, Azriel rolled his eyes.

“And how are you so sure those people won’t betray you?” She felt Maddox tense beside her, and she moved her leg a little to touch his and warn him not to let his feelings get in the way.

“I trust them.”

“Like we are supposed to trust you?”

“Az, enough,” Rhys interrupted, still pale at the sheer numbers of armies and weaponry he'd seen.

When Rhysand’s beautiful but haunted eyes met hers, she saw the question in them, and so she took a deep breath and waited for the question to hit.

“You know I have to ask…”

“It is reliable information, Rhys, I wouldn’t deliver something this important and let it be false if I wasn’t sure of it, may I remind you that it’s my people who will be fighting Hybern’s naval fleet. This threw me off as much as it did you,” Rhys nodded, still looking lost in thought.

“If it is so important for you to know,” Maddox began speaking in a low, lethally calm voice, staring unashamedly at Azriel with venom in his eyes. The Shadowsinger had that same dangerous look, and Kallistrade knew all too well that what was between them was a dominance fight, and she had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Stupid male ego. “My captain’s information is legitimate, I can swear it on my own life.”

“And why would you do that?” Azriel questioned.

Kallistrade was about to interrupt, to tell Maddox it wasn’t necessary, that he did not owed them an explanation, she was about to turn to Jazemin and see if the female needed any reassuring looks, when Maddox spoke with a deathly rage. She knew very well it wasn’t only because of the fight for dominance with Azriel.

“Because I provide it myself,” Kallistrade turned her head to look at the male beside her. His eyes were like the dark depths of a violent ocean. Hers soften just for a split second.

“So did I,” Jazemin's trembling voice made her look at the dark-skinned female with those same eyes, and take her hand for just a few seconds to squeeze it.

“You’re both from Hybern.”

“Were. We Were from Hybern,” Maddox corrected, his voice rough.

Kallistrade seized control of the situation before it could go any farther, before Azriel could ask any more stupid questions and cause that raging fire inside Maddox to finally erupt. She wouldn't blame him if it came to that, but that didn’t mean she was keen to let it happen just like that.

“Enough questions. They have nothing to answer you to, I came here as an ally, Azriel, we all did, so if you cannot put our past behind us at least just for some damn meetings, then I can’t promise our alliance will succeed.”

When she saw the surprise and anger in his eyes when he turned to look at her, she swallowed and hoped he couldn’t listen her uneven heart beat. The last thing she truly wanted was him to look at her with even more hatred, but she couldn’t also let anything hurt her people, much less those two who were her closest, and Maddox and Jazemin’s past was something that hurt them more deeply than any weapon could ever.

They didn't look away from each other, not even when Rhys and Feyre wanted to intervene. They only did so when Azriel's eyes fell into a numbness she knew all too well, the same blank stare she used when she needed to hide her feelings, when she needed to show no feeling at all. Kallistrade didn't know if that indifference hurt more than the look of hatred.

“As much as I hate to admit it, if this information is true, we do need your ships in this. So for my family’s sake, I can pretend you’re not a lying bitch for a few hours.”

At the insult, Maddox was ready to jump on his feet and attack the Shadowsinger, even Jazemin bared her teeth at him, but she stopped them both with the smile she gave the male and a little wave of her hand.

She was a lying bitch, after all.

The meeting went on without any other interruptions or hostile remark from either Azriel nor her or her companions, everyone, for once, behaved accordingly.

They discussed strategy, considering how many ships she had and how many people she could command. She would give all her people a choice, of course; wether to fight or not, but being the High Pirate Lady had its many advantages, and she would use them all in her favor if she needed to.

When it was finally over, they all got to their feet and Feyre and Rhys offered to escort them out, while Mor promised they would see each other tonight at Rita’s, Cassian invited himself, of course, but Kallistrade merely answered with a laugh and a promise to beat him —once again—, at drinking games.

“Thank you, Lis, really. For the information and the support,” Rhys said, his voice soft but tired.

“Thank me when this is over,” she sighed, but smiled before remembering what she hadn’t yet informed him of. “I’ve sent scouts to look out for Drakon and Miryam, but I don’t think I can promise you any success, they’re well hidden for a reason.”

“Is ok, Azriel is looking for them too,” she nodded, then turned to Feyre to give her one last good-bye smile.

Maddox and Jazemin exited the House first, and just as she was about to cross the threshold, she stopped suddenly and turned only her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Oh, and, if you ever find yourselfs wanting to corroborate my sources of information a little more, just ask Tarquin the next time you see him,” she winked at them after thinking of the exact number of the Summer Court’s armada, and the one ship she had personally faced and destroyed that was kept a secret from other courts, no one found any sort of pride, but rather shame, in being beaten by a pirate, and once she saw Rhysand stifle a chuckle as he read her thoughts, she existed the House of Wind to winnow away with her companions.

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The knocking on her quarter’s door was so loud that it woke her up in seconds. Visibly pissed off, she strided to the door and opened it with every intention of seriously hurting whoever was on the other side of the wooden door, before seeing Maddox's stern expression on the other side.

"Whatever got into your head and made you think waking me up like this was a good idea, it better be a damn good reason or I'm going to break your hand with this very door."

"Hybern is attacking the Summer Court," and Mother, had he had a damn good reason.

Kallistrade put her hands to her face and sighed loudly, then rubbed her eyes as she walked to her wardrobe and shook off the sleep.

Couldn't the damned king have picked another time to strike? Maybe not so Mother damn late?

Together with Maddox, and making sure to wake Jazemin to keep her in charge while she left for the House of Wind, they set off and winnowed where the entire Inner Circle was already assembled.

"What took you so long?" Rhys asked once she stepped through the open doors of the house.

"Picking out a nice outfit to go into battle. What do we know?"

"Nothing, just that Hybern is about to possibly wipe Adriata off the map if we don't hurry."

"How many Summer ships?" Rhysand sighed, not the best of answers.

"Twenty."

"And how many from Hybern?"

"If your information is true, I don't think they'd have had to skimp on how many to send. We don't know exactly, but I'd wager enough to plunge the city into absolute terror."

Kallistrade nodded, and Mother was she in no doubt about that. For a moment she let the others argue, thinking, analysing for herself, until she turned to Maddox, and with the impassive face of a captain, gave her own orders as Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel disappeared to begin leading the Night Court into action.

"Bring Jazemin and one more healer, as well as Rafe and Naja. The rest of you stay here, stand guard, for as many hours as it takes, until I can send word. Protect Velaris’ Bay," of course, Maddox clenched his jaw and went to have his say, but Kallistrade, the Captain Kallistrade taking over, raised an eyebrow and her head and stopped the words before they could be said. "The rest of you, Maddox, including you, you are left in charge of the Bright Nightmare."

Her First Mate did not look at all pleased, but he had no choice but to lower his head, nod, and leave the house to carry out his orders.

Kallistrade turned and sighed at the sight of the grim faces that still remained. Mor mouthed a 'thank you', and Feyre nodded in acknowledgement. Kallistrade just nodded back.

Let the bloodshed games begin.

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Kallistrade had witnessed many wars in her centuries of life. It had been one that had violently taken her family from her. And being a pirate, having travelled every corner of the Continent and then some, the battles she witnessed, and participated in herself, would forever be tattooed on her memories.

So when they landed on the hill that overlooked Adriata's battle, she made sure to tattoo every detail of the battlefield in her mind, along with the rest.

"For the Mother..." She heard Jazemin gasp behind her, Jazemin was too young, of course she hadn’t seen war yet.

"Get to work, everyone, report back whenever you can, and," she turned to her people. “Be safe,” they all nodded in agreement. Jazemin and Oryn —one of the other two healers on her crew in the Bright Nightmare— left on their side for the healers' tent, while Kallistrade, in the company of Rafe —a brutally sturdy, short Lesser Fae with fangs so long they protruded from his lips, and skin as grey as stone— and Naja —a female with skin made of scales that changed colour depending on the angle or lighting in which you saw her, taller than normal and slender, with black claws on her hands and feet—, towards where she had seen Mor and Feyre go once they got there.

“You were right, about Hybern’s armada, you were right,” Feyre said to her, horrified while looking ahead to the battle.

She wished she hadn’t been.

To see in person the might of the Hybern fleet fighting against the determined but outmatched Summer Court fleet was a positively terrible sight. The smell of death wafted in, and the cries of battle mingled with those of pain and grief to make a ghastly symphony.

"The odds?" She asked with a sigh, not daring to look towards her companions.

"Not in our favour," Rafe replied, his voice as deep as that of a monster's not what made Kallistrade hold her breath and swallow the bile in her throat, but the terrible realisation that no other court was there yet, and worse, that no other court would come at all.

"We must go to the palace," Mor told the other two females, and they both nodded.

Behind her back, her two companions visibly tensed, but Kallistrade gave no room for protest as she extended her hand towards Naja and gave a silent command. The female sighed, and pulled the siren claws from her bag. Feyre looked at her questioningly, as Mor stifled a gasp at the sight of the sharp silver weapons in her hands.

"Those are..."

"Siren claws," she replied with a mischievous grin.

"You have to tell me," she laughed incredulously, unsheathing her seraphine blades.

"When we get out of this alive, of course," she grinned.

Feyre, though she looked curious, seemed too busy still preparing for what was to come, and what was already happening below them, the concern for her mate evident, to ask what were those sharp things shimmering with danger.

Once the claws glowed in place and were held in, almost as if forming part of herself, she turned to her companions and planted her most serious and commanding expression.

"You two work on figuring out and looking for every single weakness on those damn ships. Is there a screw loose? I want you to break it and make it crumble in any way you can. If we can find a weakness not just in individual ships but in the navy as a whole, it will be an advantage we can't afford to waste. So open your eyes and kill whoever you have to kill to get there."

Naja and Rafe looked at each other. Their captain would go into the lion's den alone, of course they didn't agree to it, but they weren't going to protest either, their tongues were precious enough to them to convince them not to do so. So they simply slapped their chests with one hand and crossed an arm over their hearts, then bowed their heads in obedience.

Kallistrade took her leave with a "be careful," and followed Mor and Feyre as she drew from her sheaths the dagger and sword she had been holding. The dagger weighed heavy in her hand with the generations of captains who had held it. It had been Moira's last gift upon her death.

Dark Wilder was an eye-catching weapon, a weapon that many, many pirates had long yearned and killed to have, but which her former captain had taken into custody when she killed with her own hands the former High Pirate Lord who had preceded her. It was a weapon as visually appealing as it was deadly. Legends told that the symbols on its hilt told the story of Seesnyer and its whereabouts. The last relic in the world of pirate origins. It was an enchanted weapon, a powerful and a frightening weapon. Unlike Mor's seraphine blades, Dark Wilder did justice to its name, it was so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it, having been Seesnyer's sister, the power of the old gods still reverberated in it.

As it did in the sword she held in her right hand. Seesnyer was a legend, almost a myth over the millennia, and it was also the one who had made her the undisputed High Pirate Lady when she raised it to slit the throat with its blade of the one who had previously dared to take the position Moira had occupied.

Seesnyer had been forged by an ancient and very powerful God, the one who had proclaimed himself king of the oceans. The seafarers all worshipped him, but one day, when one of his brothers grew tired of seeing him with so much territory and power, he sent a terrible monster to destroy the seas and their inhabitants. So the god of the ocean forged Seesnyer by spilling his own blood on the water of the sea and gave it to a noble sailor, entrusting him with the mission to kill the monster and end the terror that his brother had brought to his kingdom. The noble sailor set off happy and honoured to think that he had been chosen for a noble mission, but when the time came, he learned that the God had used him as a sacrifice to the beast, thinking that he would never stand a chance of defeating it. So the sailor proved him wrong, and slew the beast with the power the God had given him, then betrayed him, using that same power. For him, being a God, had fallen into hubris and never thought that a mere sailor could deal with such power. With the blood that was shed that night, the sailor forged Dark Wilder, and in it he hid his great secret, before throwing the sword into the depths. That sailor became the first pirate in history.

And Kallistrade had found Seesnyer, almost 200 years ago, and along with it she had taken the pirate throne, now the sword whispered with vulgar power between her hands, and heightened her senses like a powerful drug.

The grip on her weapons was heavy with the anticipation of blood as the three females approached the battle with every step. Kallistrade could not say that the battlefield was her favorite place in the world, she hated it, she had been on it and lost her family on it, but there was something about holding that sword and dagger filled with dark power, a power that had been made to kill and win battles and wars, that made her blood run hotter and her heart beat faster. A roar in her ears of ancient Gods and brave sailors who took to the seas and became pirates.

That was what she concentrated on as they moved towards the palace, that, and not the uncertainty of not knowing for sure if her crew were safe, of not knowing for sure if Cassian and Rhysand were safe, of not knowing for sure if Azriel was safe. Would his hatred be the last thing she would remember of him? That what would be imprinted on her memory for as long eternity lasted her? She couldn’t allow herself to wonder that, not if she wanted to come out of it alive.

She was used to the blood, the gore, the screaming and the pain, being a pirate wasn't exactly the safest or cleanest of professions, but war was different, she knew that now, because this was war, this battle, it was only the first of the worst that was to come, a war in which her people, her family were once again involved, but now, not like before, she was no stranger, she was acutely aware of everything around her, of the odds, of what was at stake, of who was at stake. She found she hated it, more than before, because now she felt rage, desperation, the urge to spill blood, and no one should feel that kind of rage, and it shouldn't be so easy to spill so much blood, to eviscerate everything and everyone who crossed your path. Because now, it did, it felt so damn easy to kill as she made her way through the corridors of the palace.

But it was not just her, she noticed as they advanced together, not just her who felt that rage. Feyre did too, and Kallistrade wondered just how much terror had the female endured for that rage to build up inside her slender body. The power of the female was a mighty thing, something that made even Kallistrade pause and sweat, but she didn’t thought the female was fully aware of that, of just how much raw power she held. But Kallistrade just smiled, wickedly, hauntingly smiled and admired as she stood there while Feyre spread darkness all around them once they got to where the Summer Court soldiers where battling and losing. She couldn’t see in the dark as Feyre and Mor could, not naturally, at least, but that wasn’t a struggle with Dark Wilder and Seesnyer at her hold, one blade swallowed the darkness like it recharged its power, the other enhanced her abilities and made her feel like a God. So no, darkness wasn’t a problem as she slaughtered Hybern soldiers one by one, bathing in their blood and delighting with the terrified sounds they made as she killed them and saw the absolute terror in their face, while none of them could see her coming at all.

It shouldn’t be so easy, the killing. But it was, it really, really was.

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WIP Whenever~!

OH we're on Wednesday as we're supposed to be this week for this tag, whaddya know (:

Tagged by the corvid word sorcerer extraordinaire, @paraparadigm!

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We're still hard at work on the fic, The World on Our Shoulders. This fragment is from upcoming chapter 23, not quite final. A scene I quite enjoyed writing after their chaos from between their last WIP Wednesday and now. Below the cut!

The cave itself was otherwise empty, as if the little beasts were off pillaging somewhere else. They were rather migratory when they had a mind to be, after all. Any cavern in a blizzard, as the saying went. They reached the end of the system of tunnels that made up Castle Karstaag only to find night had fallen while they’d been preoccupied. Nyenna was in pain, though she pretended she wasn’t. They didn’t even have any bedrolls and the weather was atrocious as best. Neloth and his bullshit. He’d get that old bastard back for this.

“No use leaving here now. More likely to die in the wind and cold than to make any real progress in the middle of the night,” Teldryn said with a sigh. “Let’s just camp as best as we can here. I’ll try and find us some food.”

“We’ll go together and set up after,” Nyenna insisted, glaring at him. As if this was an argument. She needed the rest, not to trudge around in the knee deep snow in search of snowberries. He didn’t have a bow, and was shit with them, to be fair, so that would be the best he’d be able to manage.

“I’ll be fine. You need to rest,” he sighed.

“You don’t even have a bow,” Nyenna said pointedly. 

“Then give me that spell you use.”

She sighed and walked over to him. He leaned down and she told him the words for it. They felt odd as she said them, reminiscent of ash themselves somehow, but he wasn’t sure why. He was put in mind of the Reach, too, of homes hewn of stone and dark-eyed archers peering at him from between the branches of juniper trees. He repeated them, wrong of course at first. She gently corrected him until he got the words right and felt them snap into place in his mind.

“Open palm with these things, trust me,” Nyenna said, warning in her voice. “No obstacles, or you’ll regret it.”

“Can’t be worse than summoning an Atronach,” Teldryn said. It was worse. He said the spell four times to no avail at all. Magicka didn’t even budge. He glanced back at Nyenna to find she was looking down at her hands with a bit of a distant expression. “Uh, you okay there, sera?”

“Hmm? Yes, quite alright,” she answered. He knew it was a lie. She shook her head and summoned her own Bound Bow as if she didn’t even need to think about it. Show off. He scoffed. She looked at him in surprise at the sound and cracked a smile. “Jealous?”

“Obviously,” Teldryn muttered. He snapped his fingers and tried the stupid spell again. A single arrow materialized in his hand, but no bow. This one didn’t even have fletching on it. “This spell is fucking annoying.” He held the arrow up and sighed, pausing to scratch the back of his neck with his free hand. Nyenna burst into laughter. She gasped and held onto her side, even as she chuckled.

“Just keep repeating the words until you memorize them, and we’ll practice while we’re on the road,” she said, hands on her hips, mocking his raspy Blacklight accent. It’s what he’d said to her about the Flame Atronach spell which she mastered in the span of time between one breath and the next. He grumbled to himself as she continued laughing, bracing her back against the stone of the cave’s exit.

“Oh, come on now! That’s uncalled for!” Teldryn exclaimed, exasperated. “Not everyone can be like you!” Of course her only response was to laugh and clutch at her bruised ribs again. Teldryn cracked a grin too, but she’d not be able to tell with his scarf and helmet up.

“S-sorry,” she said, still grinning widely. “I’ve never seen a spell fail quite as calmly as all that.”

“Fail,” Teldryn scoffed. “It was progress, I say.”

“Sure, if that makes you feel better about it,” Nyenna said.

“It does, in fact,” Teldryn said, mock-petulantly. He sighed and kicked at the snow. “Snowberries it is tonight then.”

“Just be careful, okay?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Too late!” 

Teldryn paused after he had stepped most of the way out of the cavern. He looked over his shoulder, and she was still grinning, but motioned for him to get going. So he did. He walked a few feet out into the snow and ice. He heard swift crunching behind him and turned to find Nyenna running after him. She had her travel cloak in one hand.

“No! No. I don’t need that, I have one,” he said, flapping the edge of his own cloak. He walked backwards to try and get away from her. She caught up quickly regardless.

“Just take it. You know as well as anyone I don’t actually need it,” Nyenna said, even though the wind out here could clearly tear at her skin. Still, even with the red on her face from that, she didn’t seem fazed at all by the actual chill, as usual. She stood on her toes to try and throw the thing over his shoulders, but was still a bit too short for that. He snorted and adjusted it on his own. “Get going and stop laughing at me!”

“Oh, just ask the impossible of me, why don’t you,” he snarked. She rolled her eyes with a grin.

“Go on,” she said and shooed him away again. He chuckled as she turned and walked back to the cave, arms crossed over her chest.

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 9.2

Greetings, fellow Drukkari stans! You're getting this mini-chapter while I'm on vacation, so I'm writing to you across space and time! 🤪 If you've fallen behind and need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my Table of Contents here. Druig and Makkari have cleared the air and Druig is resolved to forget about his feelings, but can he? Find out now in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

The showstopper was proving to be a bit of a disaster. Druig hadn't really thought he'd make it to patisserie week, and with all his fretting over Makkari, he hadn't practiced his bakes for this week that much. So, while the other bakers were busy perfecting their delicate gateaus, Druig was quite sure his was lopsided, and no amount of edible gold would be able to hide it. He was proven correct when Arishem pointed it out during judging. He also found the chocolate rather plain, adding insult to injury.

As with everything else, Druig pushed it aside for now, but this proved rather difficult when interview time rolled around. Considering how the challenge had gone, Darcy had Makkari ready and waiting to conduct his interview. Little did she know that it wouldn't help much this time. Druig did his best to act normal, but he could practically feel himself clamming up more and more with every question. Overall, it still wasn't his worst interview, but Makkari could sense something was off.

Despite this, Makkari didn't pry. Not yet, at least. On the one hand, Druig was grateful. After all, it saved him the anxiety of telling her what was wrong. On the other hand, it made for a pretty awkward lunch. They and Kingo were the first ones to the table. While they swapped bakes and delivered their usual praise, the unsaid words hung in the air between them, making them lapse into plenty of uneasy silences. Even Kingo could feel it, and for once, he didn't comment on it. This was the state Phastos and Gil found them in.

"Rough day, huh?" Gil said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You could say that," Druig answered.

"Well, we've still got two challenges left. Things could still change," Phastos added. It was still basic, but he was picking up signs and including them where he could.

Very true, Phastos, Makkari concurred, giving him a small smile.

"Hey, at least you'll be back next week either way," Kingo chimed in.

"I suppose that's true," Druig muttered pensively. "Thank you all for trying to cheer me up, but I'd rather not think too hard about it right now."

"We can do that," Gil replied confidently. "Since we're changing the subject, should I tell you guys about my date with Thena?"

Tell us everything!  Makkari signed frantically, a smile springing to her face. Druig couldn't help but smile himself at the sight, even if he could still feel his heart sinking from that morning. With a deep breath, he tried to let the feeling dissipate as he listened to Gilgamesh go into detail about where he and Thena went, what kind of coffee she drank, and how they spent hours talking about anything and everything. And for a little while, Druig did start to forget why he was feeling this way.

-

Lunch was a nice reprieve, but once they were back in the tent, the pressure returned, along with all the things Druig had been avoiding thinking about. He'd been trying to just concentrate on the technical challenge, but with only four of them left, his eyes began to wander to Makkari's station. She was quite focused on the task at hand, making dough for her palmiers. After staring at her a moment too long, Druig averted his gaze, mentally admonishing himself. He was so preoccupied that he ended up overbaking his own palmiers, and with no time left to try again, he had no choice but the present them for judgment. No teeth were chipped, thankfully, but Druig could tell he'd earned last place this week.

Considering how well everyone else had done so far, Druig was coming to the realization that something disastrous would have to befall one of the other bakers if he was to make it to the final next week. He didn't wish that on any of them, least of all Makkari. He'd made it this far, which was much farther than he ever expected. Even so, it was not an easy pill to swallow. Druig was still grappling with this as he waited for his next interview. Another figure took the seat next to him, breaking him out of his reverie.

"So, how are you feeling about… everything?" Phastos asked.

"I should probably save some of it for the interview," Druig began, "but to answer your question, not great."

"Right, of course. Stupid question," Phastos mumbled. "Alright, I'm not great at comforting people outside of my husband and child, so I'm just going to ask what I actually wanted to ask. Just know that you do not need to answer if you don't want to."

"Okay, then?"

Taking a deep breath, Phastos let loose his question: "What's the deal with you and Makkari this week? Did you break up or something?"

If Druig was drinking something, he would've choked on it. As he was not, he merely let out an undignified noise that sounded somewhere between a snort and gasp.

"I guess I hit the nail on the head," Phastos observed triumphantly.

"Not quite. Makkari and I aren't dating."

"Oh," Phastos said, triumph replaced with confusion. "Then what have I been watching the past few weeks?"

Druig merely raised an eyebrow at this, which spurred the other man to keep going.

"Alright, then did you have a fight or something?"

"No, we just… had a misunderstanding, but we cleared that up, so everything is fine," Druig explained carefully.

"Ah, that explains why you're so busy watching her that you burned your palmiers."

"I didn't burn them, just overbaked them."

"Whatever. My point is, and again, you don't have to answer if you don't want to-"

"You say that, but you keep asking."

"And you keep answering. My point is that I can tell something's bothering you, and I know we're not exactly close, but if you want to talk about it… I promise I won't tell anyone here. Just my husband, who's been asking me about all the bakers. Also, I'd rather not have a repeat of lunch tonight at dinner."

Druig watched him out of the corner of his eye. Phastos seemed sincere enough as he awaited his response. Druig sighed loudly before giving him an answer.

"Okay, the short version is we accidentally slept in the same bed and were both a bit embarrassed. She wants to forget about the whole thing, but I don't know if I can do that."

"Oh." Phastos lapsed into silence as he mulled this over, but it didn't last long. "And you don't want to forget because you like her."

"Hit the nail on the head that time," Druig conceded.

"Well, you should probably respect her wishes, which it seems you're already doing. But clearly, it's still eating at you, so this isn't going to be sustainable. Sounds like you need to talk to her."

"You got all that from our conversation just now?"

"That and Ben's hypotheses, which I didn't put much stock in before since he was only getting his info from me, but even from my impartial observations, he could tell that you liked her," Phastos explained. "Look, I'm not one to play matchmaker or love guru or whatever, but I really don't want to deal with more awkward group meals, so for my sake, consider telling her how you feel? Unless you think that will end up making things even more awkward. You know her better than me. Just use your best judgment, I guess."

Phastos had rushed through his last few sentences as he saw Darcy approaching. As he got up to go to his interview, Druig added, "Thanks, Phastos."

The other man gave him an emphatic nod before following Darcy.

-

It was fun to write a bit more Phastos! Hopefully he's not too OOC. Let me know how I did!

Part 32

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #background phastos/ben #phastos doesn't deal with other people's drama #shoutout to ben

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 112

Chapter 112: “Mourning”

The children may not score any kills against other humans, but Oliver is the only one to shoot directly at them, which is impressive, in a weird kinda way. Dunno how to explain it really but just thinking about how all the moms & sisters during the GF raid are armed with weapons and not one of them fires off a shot at the kids, Ratris or Peter. The anime did have one of the ladies give Barbara a warning shot and Isabella fired one in Peter’s general direction towards the disc he was holding, but no actual damage was done. Up to this moment, the closest thing our side has done to harm someone else with a gun is when Yuugo’s bullet grazed Emma’s cheek.

For never shooting at another human before, Oliver’s precision was on point with those three shots. Yuugo & Lucas taught him well.

I noticed this while doing that bday gift for Zack, but he’s randomly given black pants in this panel and only this panel instead of his usual white. (at least for now. he gets them eventually during the previously mentioned raid if memory serves correct.)

I guess I gotta thank the wild demon for coming in outta nowhere for not only taking out this bastard and sparing Dominic another stomp on his already busted leg, but also saving Ray from more guilt as he was just seconds away from pulling the trigger on Andrew.

We’re crying too honey and we didn’t even get to properly see them in the anime. Probably would’ve sobbed just as hard had this scene (and all previous ones from the ambush) were animated though.

Not too surprised we don’t see Ray take a moment to cry out like so many of the other kids. I mean, he might’ve, but there’s just no panel of him doing so. He’s already so numb from seeing so many GF children walk to their death anyways and he assumed the bunker dads were gonna sacrifice themselves when they all left the shelter to begin with. He’s a bit preoccupied on taking out the “owl” too.

Hey, be thankful you realized y’all were being followed at all. Better late than never.

I love that she’s being honest with her answer. She may be upset/angry that there’s nowhere safe for them in this world, but becomes that hopeful beacon of light seconds later and really tries to radiate that positive kind of energy to pick up everyone else’s spirits.

Not sounding mighty confident there, Vincent.

Favorite panel/moment:

I also wish to be hugged by Paula. It’s precious how often we see her calm down the GP kids this way too. She’s gotta be the best older sister to them.

And Ray just looks so grown up here and in a few other panels in this chapter as well. Once again love that no one objects when he’s giving orders.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[voidthewanderer]

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞ for Ripper x Sweetjane?

@bleumanouche || Staying The Night Prompts

So, I may or may not have made this a call back to the first meeting prompt, because, well, why not? I may have gotten a little carried away for something that's just supposed to be a short one shot, but goddamn, I needed to write again. Please let me know if I get anything wrong about how Sweetjane may react towards situations, so I can get it corrected!

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Another peaceful night in The Slog… it had been welcome after the past few weeks of on and off storms. Things seemed to feel like they were finally going back to business as usual. The crops certainly seemed happy for the rain. Everyone working seemed to enjoy it as well.

It had been a well deserved break. A small, quiet party to celebrate the much needed rain. Nothing major, Arsenic cooking a large meal for everyone in the settlement and offering anything for any passerbys. As fun as it had been, Ripper’s mind had been preoccupied by something else.

That beautiful nearly white haired woman he’d met a few weeks prior. Sweetjane. He’d told her to meet him in The Slog if she could, but he hadn’t so much had even heard anyone mention someone like her since. As unique of a person as she looked? People would have talked.

She’d nearly plagued his mind, wanting to see her again. He’d never seen anyone give tarot readings with playing cards before… and maybe he had laid it on a bit heavy during their short time together. Sure, it had been worth it to see her flustered, but what if he’d laid it on too heavy? He still wanted to be friends at the very least, but what if he’d taken it too far?

Time seemed to pass slowly as the day started to drift into the night. He’d just been about ready to turn in for the night when that familiar frame caught his attention. His face immediately lit up.

She’d been looking around the now vacant dining area. Most everyone else had since gone to sleep, Wiseman being the last person doing some minor cleaning. He’d greeted Sweetjane, though left her to her own devices. She seemed like she’d keep to herself; there was no reason to worry.

Ripper ran to the pool house, needing to calm himself before actually approaching, “It’s you!”

Sweetjane turned and Ripper’s breath hitched slightly; Goddamn she was so beautiful, “I said I’d try to come around.”

This caused the ghoul to grin, “Yeah… ‘M glad ya did. Really wanted to see you again.”

He saw her glance away for a moment, a slight tint forming on her cheeks. At least he didn’t chase her off being too flirtatious. He held his hand out, “C’mon, lemme show ya around. Most everyone’s asleep now, so we won’t be bothered.”

There seemed to be a moment of hesitation, though she did take his hand. He lightly held it, almost envious of how soft her skin was. He started to lead around the settlement, talking a little bit about what was happening and trying to ask some questions about her past. He’d never push if she felt uncomfortable, though did talk a bit about his own past. If it helped her open up a little bit more, then it was a perk. If not, then it was OK. At least she got to know more about him.

It wasn’t until he saw the guards change that Ripper realized just how late it actually had been. Sweetjane had to have gotten to The Slog at maybe nine or ten and the guards normally changed shifts at midnight. His eyes wandered towards the gate for a moment, then back to the guest house. He couldn’t risk sending her off on her own this late…

“It’s late… you might as well just stay here,” there’d been some caution in his deep voice, not sure exactly where his standing was with this situation.

Sweetjane gave him a questioning look, “It’ll be OK if I can’t. I know it can be difficult to trust humans.”

“No, I insist. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be traveling alone at night… especially not around here,” he stumbled over his next words slightly, “Though, we… we, uh… we’d have to share a bed. I-if that’s OK with you.”

She gasped, more surprised rather than anything. He took a step back, “I can sleep on the floor! It’s all good, really! I just-”

“No, it’s OK. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“No funny business, I promise. I’m not that kinda guy. Might cuddle, but that’s about it.”

“It won’t be such a bad thing if something does happen, though.”

Ripper couldn’t help but laugh, “Maybe those cards really are the truth. C’mon; let’s get to bed. Maybe you can stay for breakfast too.”

Sweetjane shifted her weight slightly, clearly flustered with the card reading brought up again. Mr. Jack of Clubs…

Ripper was careful in letting Sweetjane into the guest house, quietly closing the door behind him. He seemed to be much more aware of his movements, being careful to not step on certain floorboards. He pointed out the different closed rooms, giving a brief description of who was behind what door. Soon, they were in his room, him quietly shutting the door behind him.

“I don’t have much, dunno if you wanna sleep in that dress. Got a shirt that would probably go to your mid thighs if ya don’t,” Ripper wasn’t exactly a short ghoul, by any means; he just liked wearing cropped shirts. But, him being six foot, he definitely dwarfed Sweetjane’s tiny frame; so most shirts she’d probably be swimming in.

“My dress will be fine,” she hummed quietly, going to sit on the bed. Ripper let his vest fall from his shoulders, pulling off his shirt, “If you change your mind, it’s in the dresser. ‘M gonna sneak into the next room over, steal one of Arsenic’s sweats. I, uh-” he let out a sheepish laugh “-I normally sleep naked. Ain’t gonna do that with a guest.”

Before she could say anything, Ripper had left the room. She laid back in the bed, trying to get comfortable. She wouldn’t have had an issue with him sleeping how he normally did, but he seemed to want to be respectful, which was nice. She did take notice that his back was scarred far worse than the rest of his body, though wasn’t sure if it’d be safe to bring it up.

He returned rather quickly, having already been changed and joined next to her.

“C’mere… it gets cold at night,” the ghoul held his arm up just enough to let her cautiously scooch into his embrace. His hug was tight, though if she wanted to break free, all she’d need to do was give a light push. As it stood, it seemed like everything was OK.

Ripper lightly kissed her forehead, keeping her tucked close to his chest after doing so, “Don’t be afraid to wake me up if you need anything or want me to let go.”

“I don’t mind this,” it made her feel calm. There was just something about him; be it his care of her feelings or just his general vibe, she didn’t feel like she needed to be on alert. He had a very comforting hug. She wound up nuzzling up against Ripper’s chest and he lightly brushed his thumb against her arm.

Sweetjane shifted slightly, lightly pressing her lips against his collarbone, causing the ghoul to let out a soft groan. He curled up around her slightly, lightly tracing lines against her arm, “Sei bello…”

“Yer heart is racing…”

Ripper shifted to lay another kiss on the top of her head, “I know…”

“It’s OK, y’know. Ya don’t need to hold back.”

He dipped his head slightly, pecking her cheek now, “I know…”

Sweetjane caught his cheek before he could pull back, laying a kiss on his lips. He pressed into it immediately, hands falling to her hips to hold her close. Don’t take it too far… don’t take it too far…

The duo held their session for several minutes, breaking every now and again for a breath. Ripper’s fingers eventually tangled in Sweetjane’s hair, breaking to utter a single word, “Sorprendente…”

Before anything could continue, Ripper pressed Sweetjane’s head against his chest, “Let’s calm down for the night… talk tomorrow, alright? I’m really not a one night stand kind of guy.”

He felt her sigh against his chest, though things did seem to calm. He started to hum, hoping it would help her get to sleep. It seemed to work as he eventually felt her breath even out. This gave him a moment to breathe out, mind absolutely swimming with emotions. He was laying next to someone he actually liked; she clearly felt the same. At that point, he didn’t care if it was purely physical, he hadn’t chased her away. He only hoped it would stay that way. Let something truly kindle between the two. He’d been looking for a settle down for such a long time… perhaps he’d finally found it in Sweetjane.

#shut it void #ask meme #friend talk #thank you bleu!!! #bleumanouche

[t-d-w-t]

So I decided to do a theory for each cast member.

(This is just for fun!!)

Priya: she looks like she would be good with teamwork and leadership (based on her clothes). If people were arguing she would try to calmly meditate the situation, but then she would raise her voice and everyone would just stop what they were doing and stare at her. Also she would correct people (even Chris) on anything and that would annoy everyone (and I mean everyone). She would make it also to the quarter finals but get eliminated during quarter finals.

Millie: mom friend of the group. She would try to get everyone (on her team) to get along but she’ll probably only be on good terms with one or two of them. She won’t make it too far but a couple of ppl will be sad to see her go (on both teams).

Ripper: seems creative to me. Nice and friendly. Would go around the same time as Millie. One of Millie’s friends/alliance member (maybe). Would try to seem tough so ppl wouldn’t send them home. But will get caught in a trap set by either axel or Bowie.

Damien: would try to date/flirt with nichelle, Julia, or, Caleb. Friendly to everyone but a little bit more friendlier to three mentioned above. Competitive but won’t resort to cheating (towards the end maybe). Opened minded and would maybe get along well with Bowie because of fashion.

Axel: she will be portrayed as a villain. She’ll do whatever it takes to get her team to win. A lot of people will not like her and some might even hate her. But she will make a secret alliance with Bowie (because they will have similar personalities). She’ll have both the physical strength and a master manipulator. She either make it to the final two or get eliminated because of some discrepancy.

Chase: a nice guy. I’ll feel like he’ll try to end up with priya or emma. Clumsy but nice.

Zee: Too nice for their own good. Will probably be in an alliance with Millie. Everyone will like them tho. I also feel like they’ll be crafty (not the manipulative kind). They will be a big help when the teams need to create something

Scary girl: honestly a wild card. Idk what to make of her

Caleb: dreamboat. Won’t say many lines. I think Bowie and him will have something going on ;) he will be an easy distraction for the other team (show off his good looks). May be eliminated little before the quarter finals

Nichelle: (already posted this but I wanna add this here) would make it finale simply because people didn’t see her as threat. Like they were preoccupied with someone else that they needed to get rid of first and then they realize that Nichelle is left.

Julia: would try to be manipulative but will end up getting manipulated. Likes either Wayne or raj. Idk why but u feel like she would be good at knitting, like whenever she gets anxious, she pulls out some knitting needles out of thin air and starts knitting.

Bowie: Master manipulator. Will make a secret alliance with axel. When they are arriving at the island, they’ll make a strong impression (like Heather in season 1). Will judge everyone’s fashion sense.

Wayne and Raj: hate to say this but I’ll think they be the lovable jocks. But as the season progresses one of them is gonna fall in love with either Nichelle or Julia. And the other is gonna tell the other to focus on the game.

Emma: the beginning she’ll be nice to everyone (so they don’t get voted off) but somewhere towards the middle/end she’ll just loose her mind and become desperate to win. Turing her back on everyone and for it’s every man for themselves

Mk: Helpful. Very good at building challenges. Too nice for their own good. Voted off but a good sport about it

(I made this thread BEFORE the reboot came out, I haven’t seen it yet because it’s not available where I am, but I hope u enjoy and remember this is all got fun!)

#tdi #total drama reboot #total drama island #total drama predictions

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 7: Who Knew?

Summary

You knew but you also didn’t know….not anymore.

Warnings? Click here!

Blood.

That’s all you remembered.

Just blood.

Allison covered in blood.

There was screaming.

Pleading.

You had to be shaken out of your stupor by Luther.

The burning on your hands.

The feeling of Allison’s throat desperately trying to function as you felt the perfectly lined wound seal closed.

Her eyes.

Allison’s fucking eyes.

She was still dying.

She lost too much blood by the time you all reached her.

She was dead.

That’s what kept running around your head.

Klaus had pulled you along back into the car. Allison’s body laid across you. Her eyes were looking right at you as tears spilled out of thems

Her hand had clutched yours and she desperately wanted to speak.

You think you urged her not to.

Someone did.

Everything from there to back home is a fuzzy mess.

Reality only setting back in when all of you were sitting in the medical room.

Allison clinging onto life.

Diego fainted.

You were in a catatonic like state.

Klaus hovered over you before he kneeled down to your eye level, placing your bloodstained hands in his. The soft glow emitting from your hands goes ignored in the commotion.

“Glowbug…?”

When he didn’t get a response, he backed away. Once he noticed everyone (well everyone else) being preoccupied with Allison, he left the room.

Ben was thrown off a bit when Klaus walked away but then it turned into a stinging annoyance. Ben didn’t want to leave you like this. He knew exactly what was going through your head.

He looked down at your hands, watching as your fingers were digging into your thighs. While you may not have been here, you were certainly still here as the rapid talking was too panic inducing to filter out.

Ben kneeled down beside you. He knew fully that this would be futile but he still wanted to try it anyway. You seemed to always get rid of the rational side to him.

Imagine the look that appeared on his face when his hand connected with yours. No phasing through or anything. He felt the heat off your body. He looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Y/N?” He called to you softly.

Then you turned to him! Slowly, still in your blank state. The most important bit was that you showed that he could interact with you.

He didn’t know how but he wasn’t going to question it too deeply for fear that the universe might try to “correct” itself. Well, as much as it could when it comes to a world where the Umbrella Academy exists.

“Hey Y/N…it’s me…Ben.”

The thousand yard stare faded and you began to come back to reality. Be could almost see the life slowly come back into your gaze. He flashed a weak and nervous smile.

Your eyes slowly widened at the vision before you. A faint sense of deja vu washing over you.

“Ben?” You spoke quietly, almost like a tiny squeak and while you didn’t expect anyone to hear you, Luther did.

Despite wanting to stay by Allison’s side, Grace and Pogo reassured him that they would watch over her but that the very present threat of Vanya still within Harold’s grasp was still very…present.

And while he was ready to follow Five and the others to rescue Vanya, he couldn’t help but catch you in your thousand yard stare. Whether it was his status as number one which gave him big brother energy, he didn’t know but he knew he had to check on you.

“Y/N…”

You turned to look up at him, glancing between him and what was nothing more than an empty space in his eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Referring to Allison’s blood still covering your hands.

He didn’t even give you a chance to say anything, gently pulling you up by the arm and guiding you out of the room. You, on the other hand, we’re still confused about the very present Ben.

“Wait…but—”

“Don’t worry, Grace and Pogo will take care of Allison. I know it might be a little hard to trust Pogo right now but Grace is gonna do what she can. We can trust that.” Luther reassured, still gently ushering you along.

“But—”

Ben stood there, still in shock about you actually seeing him. This was something that needed to be looked into more and from his perspective, he needed Klaus so that’s who he went to.

——✨——

Diego paced back and forth between the couches as you all sat discussing strategy. “The bastard that nearly killed our sister’s still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her.”

You were still somewhat out of it, getting some of Allison’s blood off helped immensely. Unlike normally, you weren’t really sitting next to Klaus but across from him…just switching between staring at him and staring off in thought.

‘That was Ben…right?’ You thought. ‘But that shouldn’t make sense…because the only one who can see ghosts is Klaus.’

You looked back at him as he nibbled his nails before looking above him, almost like you were expecting Ben to be standing over him. He caught you staring near him, looking back as if Ben was there even though he was actually standing in the corner by Diego.

The glances weren’t lost on Ben though. His going from you to Klaus. Not only were you able to see him but he was able to punch the shit out of Klaus.

‘Maybe it was me.’ He thought to himself despite him being sure that it was Klaus’ powers, he really wasn’t all that secure in that theory.

Meanwhile, the little paranormal activity has you questioning if there may have been other mental illnesses you developed. ‘Maybe I was hallucinating…I think that’s PTSD. I never really thought of that…I mean technically we’re all child soldiers…right?’

“Vanya is not important.” You heard Five state.

“What about Vanya?” You asked.

Diego pointed in your direction. “Y/N, yes or no? We should go save Vanya.”

You looked between your brothers. “Why wouldn’t we go find her?”

“Need I remind you all about the END OF THE WORLD is TO-DAY.” Five stressed.

Diego turned to Five. “You saw his little murder shrine, he wants to lure us out by using Vanya. I say we give him what he wants.”

You shook your head. “Well I don’t think we should go in Rambo style, I mean…we still don’t know how exactly he ends the world. Is he like…a supervillain or something?”

Five eagerly co-signed. “Exactly. Harold Jenkins needs to be our first priority.” Him and Diego having a mild stand-off.

“Then let’s go.”

You went to stand as Five and Diego were about to walk out until Klaus spoke up.

“You guys count me out. I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It’s just…I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so…”

Diego shook his head. “Yeah, no. You’re coming.”

“I mean, I think we can all agree that my power’s…it’s pretty much useless. I’d just be holding you guys back.”

Five and Diego stared him down.

“Klaus get up.” Five ordered.

Klaus was thrown off. “You can’t make me—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Diego launched a knife at him, intentionally missing his crotch. Klaus let out an annoyed sigh as he got up.

“Then again, a little exercise couldn’t hurt.”

——✨——

The sun had fully risen by the time you all had reached Harold’s house. While you had hoped to find Vanya, you instead found Harold…dead.

All four of you stood over his corpse. Riddled with household knives as well as the sharp ends of other things. Diego summarized that he had to have been dead for a few hours now.

The supposed harbinger of the apocalypse was dead and all that was left was the question of where Vanya was. A sense of dread filling you but you didn’t even wanna entertain the thought that he might’ve killed her before someone killed him.

Somehow the thought that she was hidden away somewhere with only him knowing where she was was even worse to think about.

“It’s not exactly what I was expecting.”

“The understatement of the year.”

“No sign of Vanya.”

“Let’s get out of here before the cops come.” Klaus and Diego headed for the door but Five’s voice stopped them.

“In a minute.” He let out a sigh as he knelt down, pulling the fake eye out from his pocket.

You all watched as he pulled Harold’s patch off, placing the piece of plastic in his eye hole. You and Klaus exchanged looks of confused disgust.

“Well that’s gross.” You mumbled.

“Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys this is it.” There was an excitement to Five’s voice now. “The eye I’ve been carrying around for decades, it—…it’s found it’s rightful home.”

“Somehow that’s one of the more fucked up things I’ve heard you say.”

He then proceeded to fetch the eye of the socket.

“Why are you—” you began exclaiming, cutting yourself off.

“We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse.”

“Yay! Let’s go.” Klaus urged, about to walk away before Diego grabbed onto him.

“This can’t be that easy.” Five started getting antsy.

“Yeah, like where is Vanya?” You questioned.

Five shook his head. “Not that. Look!” He pulled out the note. “This is the note that I got from the Commission that says ‘Protect Harold Jenkins’ aka Leonard Peabody,”

“Yeah?”

“But who killed him? Who did this?”

You kneeled down towards the body, taking in the knives.

“The Commission are the ones that taught you to be all Murder happy, right? This seems…excessive. Like maybe they changed their minds about him and just killed him.”

“The Commission trains assassins not…whatever this is.” Five tried correcting.

“Nah…Hazel and Cha-Cha…definitely know how to leave an impression.” Klaus chimed in. “If your little Illuminati gang changed their minds, that’s a good thing. That means all we have to do is find Vanya because if anyone else would know it would be her—”

Five didn’t even wait for Klaus to finish, phasing out of the room but you and Diego were still listening.

“If Vanya got away from this asshole, she might be headed back to the Academy.” Diego reasoned.

“Then let’s go make sure she’s ok.”

——✨——

Then

A deep-seated memory, one you don’t even know you have. Before the barriers that broke your family were put in place by an uncaring recluse.

Vanya was sick.

That’s what your father told you and the others. That’s what Pogo told you all. That’s what Grace reassured you.

“Vanya can’t play right now, Y/N. She’s not feeling well.”

“But she’s not in her room.”

Grace offered you a smile. “Your father is worried that she might make the rest of you sick.”

Not the best choice of words but it didn’t have the same effect that it could’ve had had Grace said those words to any of the others, minus Five, who seemed the closest with Vanya.

Even at such a young age, he wouldn’t have been content with that answer and Vanya’s empty room, he would’ve gone looking for her, and knowing his cleverness, he would’ve found her. It spoke to their budding bond.

But with you, that wasn’t a threat. You would’ve accepted Grace’s word. You should’ve accepted Grace’s word. But the empty room was just…too haunting. How could you have not been more curious? You had managed to sneak away during training. Despite your role as the team healer, it seemed very easy for you to slip out from the corner of everyone’s eyes.

And it seemed even easier to trail behind someone who expected little of you in terms of bold defiance. You somehow managed to float from room to room without bringing attention to either Reginald or your mother and even at such a young age, you knew that if either picked up on your presence, they’d stop you but they didn’t.

You trailed them to a hidden door, a passage that neither of you knew existed. Both of them went in and while you wanted to immediately follow, a nagging instinct told you not to and insisted that you wait. And so you did. Not too long afterward, both of them came back from… wherever they went. Neither seemed aware of you being there.

Once they were both gone, you acted. Walking towards the hidden entryway, it wasn’t even that difficult to reveal and open. You thought you were lucky but at the time Reginald didn’t expect much of any of you in terms of questioning him and then acting on suspicions with Five being the threshold.

If Five wasn’t curious, then neither were the rest of you. Because for as much as Luther held onto his position as Number 1 as a status rather than him simply being the first baby Reginald got, Five was the one with a clearer head on his shoulders. But Five was stubborn and that meant he was a danger in terms of Reginald’s secrets.

But not now. To Reginald, he didn’t have to worry. Which is why you were currently descending a creepy elevator into some lower level.

You were terrified, but deep down something told you Vanya was here, because your father never took you to hospitals like other people, so she had to still be in the house. Then the elevator stopped with a harsh sound, sending a shiver throughout you.

‘Maybe this is a bad idea.’

The door opened only to reveal a long corridor. In comparison to the rest of the academy, this basement looked derelict and it only served to make your worry for Vanya even stronger as you ventured forth.

‘What happened to Vanya?’ Ran through your mind as you eyed the cracks in the walls and the unidentifiable dried stains that you hoped wasn’t Vanya’s blood.

You only stopped when you reached an empty room with a small chamber with nothing but a circular window that allowed you to peer in on your tippy toes and it was there you saw her…Vanya. She was sleeping in a bed that looked less comfortable than her normal bed.

A happy smile formed on your face as you eagerly turned the wheel. Despite its rustic look, it spun with ease. The metallic noise woke Vanya from her slumber.

Normally, Vanya had an emotionless expression ready to greet her usual visitor but a wide grin appeared on her face when she laid eyes on you.

“Y/N!” She was ecstatic as she ran over to you with a hug. “You found me!”

“Mom said you were sick but you weren’t in your room. I was scared you weren’t gonna come back.”

The both of you went over to her bed and sat on it. You started kicking your feet back and forth.

“Dad’s mad at me.” She said bluntly.

You tilted your head a bit. “Why?”

“I broke his monocle during training the other day.”

Your eyes went wide. “Did you throw something at him?”

She shook her head. Her long hair cradling her face as she looked down in shame.

“I can’t control my powers. I almost made his eye bleed.”

The others weren’t too aware that Vanya also had abilities. Unlike the others, they were more difficult to control. Even the fogginess of their adult minds, at best what they would remember is getting new nannies every so often and in the back of their minds they merely came to the conclusion that because they hadn’t gotten rid of Vanya’s stubbornness, they had been fired.

They were never there when you were ordered to heal their injuries. Reginald never even explained how these women got their injuries either but you got through to Vanya about it. It only ever stopped once Grace came along. Vanya even gave you the horror story about how her neck turns all the way around.

“You didn’t mean it, right?”

She shook her head.

“Maybe dad will let you out if you say sorry, right?”

“No he won’t. I’m probably gonna be in here forever. He won’t even let me go upstairs and play. I’m bored down here.”

“Hmmm…maybe I can ask dad if you can—”

“NUMBER 8!”

The loud boom of your father’s voice shook the both of you, launching you both off of the bed to stand at attention. You both watched with fear in your eyes as your father stomped towards you with Pogo causally in tow.

“Number 8…what are you doing here?”

You were too scared to speak at first but you had managed to let an answer come out of your mouth. “I wanted to check on Vanya--”

“How did you even know Number 7 was in here?”

Your eyes glanced from your father to Pogo, who merely looked on in silence. “I followed you.” You answered meekly.

You noticed Reginald’s body stiffen at your words but he was rendered speechless. The only other child that ever saw your father at a loss for words was Vanya.

“You are to follow Pogo back upstairs and you will not speak a word of this to the others. You will be punished accordingly.”

“But--”

“NOW NUMBER 8!”

You jumped at the booming of his voice.

“Come along.” Pogo spoke softly in comparison.

You offered a sad glance at Vanya before following Pogo back to the elevator and ultimately back upstairs to rejoin the others. Along the way, Pogo had you promise him that you weren’t going to say anything to your siblings. You promised him. If you were any older, you would’ve fought back against it but you were young and didn’t know better.

As far as you remembered, you were told Vanya was sick but Vanya told you what really happened. You knew of the basement. You knew of her powers. You knew her location was meant to be a secret to you and to your siblings. You knew Pogo knew and you could probably guess that your mother knew as well.

You knew.

Later that night, when everyone else was going to bed. Reginald and Pogo had sat you down at the dining table…along with Allison.

The next morning…you no longer knew.

#flourescent fic #ben hargreeves x you #ben hargreeves x reader

[plaindangan]

Miu! The always forgotten best girl! How about making a machine that lets you know how much pervy a person is in %… and exposing the fact you’re the biggest perv in school! Except you’re not.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"Not a bad idea!! Those other sluts think they're so sneaky and clever by hiding their dirty sides! I'm gonna show everyone just how much hypocritical they really are!!!" she declared and spent the next few nights building her latest contraption. When she finished it, she proudly began showing it off in Hope's Peak.

"Gyahaha! Witness whores and horndogs!! To the one and only Lewd Rate-inator! Just one click with this baby and it'll instantly analyze just how much of a freak you guys are!! Now, whose up fi-!!" Unfortunately, when Miu tried to walk closer to her peers, she had tripped over her feet a bit. Thus, resulting in a situation where she frantically began trying to catch her new invention. And while she succeeded...

"PERVCENTAGE...68%!" It also rated her first, causing snickers to come from out in the crowd and Miu blushing in full embarrassment.

"H-h-heeeeey!! What gives!? Not even a 69%!?" Turning to the crowd she, pointed the rater and locked on target to the likes of Kirumi. "Alright, let's see how you like being laughed at now!!"

Kirumi sighed and tried to gesture for Miu to put that rater down. She can see nothing good coming from this. "Miu, this is completely immature. There are other ways to spend you ti-" "PERVCENTAGE....71%!!"

"..." Almost instantly did Kirumi's face go from annoyed to full on cold rage as she glared at Miu. When this is over, perhaps another 'punishment' under Kirumi's ass would do her some good. But Miu was too preoccupied at the moment for another thing...

"What the actual Hell!? That's bullshit, how did you out lewd me!? This can't be right." Looking about the crowd she suddenly spotted Chihiro. "R-right! No one way a shrimp like you could-!" "PERVCENTAGE...84%!!" Quickly going red in the face, overwhelmed by the newfound public pressure, Chihiro ran off (with those like Mondo or Taka soon after to comfort the poor guy).

"Fuckin' how!? This can't be a constant thing!!" In utter frustration, Miu turned her rater at the remaining students, pressing the trigger again and again in hopes of finding someone there that she beat out in terms of perversions...buuuut!~

Angie! 96%! ("Nyahahaha!~ Quite the accurate thing!~")

Byakuya Togami! 88% ("You'll be hearing from my lawyers...")

Chisa Yukizome! 90% ("...Detention...detention for a full month!")

Hiroko Hagakure! 94% ("...Hm? I'm heading to a PTA meeting, but cool I guess..."")

Yasuke Matsuda! 69%! ("There is no neurologist in the world that can help that shitty mind of yours.")

Kyoko Kirigiri: 92% ("...Once this is over, I'll be doing a thorough search of your lab to confiscate everything that allowed this machine to be built)

Maki Harukawa! 78% ("...You're going to die.") Sakura Oogami! 95% ("...")

Mikan Tsumiki!.....Er....ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERR-!!!!

CRUNCH!!

With good grip and a strong toss into the wall, Sakura had utterly destroyed the machine, much to everyone's relief and Miu's initial complaints. But she immediately shut her trap after she began to, finally, notice the entire student body glaring at her. Looking down at the lewd inventor, Sakura gave a stern look...which in her case is equivalent of seeing Death for anyone else. "You'll comply with what happens next, correct?"

Whimpering, all the inventor could do was nod submissively. From there, an entire raid of Miu's lab occurred. Blueprints and prototypes related to her pervy rate were ultimately destroyed and Miu herself received quite the scolding and ban from her workshop for her stunt...

Well, that and some 'extra punishment' from the few who wanted Miu to really see why they were pervier than her. Especially the likes of a certain artist or nurse...but that's something for another time!~

#DRiruma-R18 #coweade asks