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vigilvntes · 2 years

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A Very Real Possibility - Adrian Chase x Reader

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Summary: a broken shower and a gorilla on the loose resulted in you spending the night at adrian's.

Word count: 2k

A/N: hi! it's been so long since i've written anything, so i apologise if this is a little rusty. i'm kinda nervous to get back to posting fics but adrian chase has been on the brain and it's encouraged me to write again so here we are!! my requests are currently open so check out my pinned post for characters im currently accepting requests for, and feel free to request!! enjoy :)

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"Adrian, are you sure?" You asked for what seemed like the hundredth time, chewing on your bottom lip. "I really don't wanna intrude on anything..."

The hot water was out in your apartment building, and your childhood best friend had no qualms about you coming over to use his shower. You had tried to walk yourself home after drying off and getting dressed, ready to collapse into your own bed and pass out for the night as soon as you reached your own apartment. However, Adrian being Adrian, he refused to let you leave so late.

So, you found yourself stood in the doorway of his bedroom as he hastily tidied up, throwing clothes and... whatever else under his bed or in his wardrobe. You wore one of his shirts and a pair of his sweats as he insisted you couldn't sleep in the clothes you came in.

"Duh, of course i'm sure. Anything for my other BFF." He glanced over at you, a small smile on his lips.

You raised your eyebrows. 'Other BFF'? You opened your mouth, ready to question him again about the other best friend you had heard so much about, yet knew so little, but he cut you off.

"Oh, BFF stands for best friend forever. We've been friends since we were teens so, y'know... BFFs." He shrugged, picking up what looked like an elbow pad and throwing it under his bed quickly.

You nodded, smiling, "Yeah. BFFs." You took a few steps towards him, shoving your hands into your pockets as you swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet, "So, this other BFF..." You started, looking over at him.

"You wouldn't know him." Adrian answered quickly. "And you wouldn't get along anyway." You raised your eyebrows at him. "N-not that you're not easy to get along with. You're delightful. You're great. The best, actually. You just wouldn't get along with him. I'm not saying that-"

A giggle coming from your lips and your hand on his shoulder cut him off. "Hey. I was joking, Adrian. I'm fine with being your dirty little secret." You teased, a smirk on your lips as you noticed the light pink which had dusted his cheeks.

A quiet 'oh' came from his lips, as he nodded his head slowly.

Flirting was second nature when it came to your friendship with Adrian. However, nothing had ever really come of your flirtations.

You would be lying to yourself, though, if you said you opposed the idea of a relationship with Adrian. He was perfect for you in every way. Attractive with a great, albeit outlandish, sense of humour. Kind, caring, a little aloof at times. A boyish charm to him that often had you weak.

The only problem was that you just weren't sure where he stood on that topic. Would he want a relationship with you? Did he even like you in that way? You had no idea, and with fifteen years of friendship under your belt you weren't sure you were willing to risk it.

"So i'll take the couch, is that cool?" You asked.

"N-no... That's not cool." He stuttered out after a moment, placing his hands on his hips and puffing his chest out.

"Why not?" You asked, your brows knitted together in confusion.

"Because you're my guest, and it would be rude of me to ask you to sleep on the couch."

You scoffed. He was acting... strange. "Dude. I've crashed on your couch before."

"And that wasn't very hospitable of me."

"Since when have you been the king of hospitality?"

"Since...," A pause as he wracked his brain for an answer. "... Forever?" He answered finally, nodding his head as if that would convince you he was telling the truth.

You couldn't help but snort, "You're being so ridiculous, Adrian. I'm taking the couch."

You tried to leave, turning your body to make your way out of his room. However, Adrian reached out and grabbed your arm gently, pulling you towards him.

He looked at you with the utmost sincerity in his eyes, his lips agape as if there was something he wanted to say, something he had to get off of his chest, but he couldn't find the words yet.

Surely he couldn't confess everything, right?

Surely he couldn't tell you that he missed you when you weren't around. That every night he spent out on the streets as Vigilante, his thoughts were consumed by you. That he wished he could tell you everything about his secret life, and have you in his bed, safe and warm, when he returned from his nightly escapades.

Surely he couldn't tell you that sometimes being able to make you laugh was the highlight of his day. Or that your little flirtations left him weak at the knees. And he most certainly couldn't tell you that he reason why he refused to introduce you to Christopher Smith was because he wanted to keep you all to himself, for now at least.

Right?

"Please don't take the couch." He breathed out, the two of still gazing into each other's eyes. The tension was beginning to feel like too much, but neither of you wanted to look away.

"I-I don't under-"

Adrian cut you off quickly, "Charlie the gorilla is still missing, and... It's a serious problem."

"Charlie the gorilla? The one from the zoo?" Of course you had heard about the gorilla on the news.

"Yeah." He answered, like it was the most obvious conclusion either of you could have jumped to as you why he absolutely refused to have you sleep on his couch.

"Okay... And what does this have to do with me sleeping on the couch?" You asked slowly, your eyebrows raised.

Adrian stuttered for a moment, "W-well... He's... He's still on the loose. And I'm not saying he's coming after me or that there's a target on my back or... Whatever." He glanced over at you to gauge your reaction, to which he was only met with a skeptical smile and furrowed eyebrows. "But there's a very real possibility that he could break into my apartment. If you were on the couch, he'd see you first, so by default you'd be the first to die. Unless he's after me specifically, then there's a chance that-..."

"Okay!" You cut him off, throwing your hands up in defeat. You couldn't help but giggle at his face as he stared down at the ground, eyebrows knitted together, probably considering the possibility that Charlie's fight may just be with him. "I've heard enough about Charlie the gorilla and for your sanity, I won't be taking the couch. Instead, i'll sleep in your bed. Is that cool?"

"Cool." He breathed out, that lopsided grin making its way onto his lips. "I'll uh... I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." He told you, walking past you and making his way to the bathroom.

"Where the hell would I go?" You mumbled when he was out of earshot. Shaking your head, you pulled back the sheets and slipped into his bed. The soft mattress and the faint, comforting smell of Adrian relaxed you almost immediately.

Adrian returned shortly after, having swapped his dark blue jeans out for a pair of sweatpants, his glasses no longer on his face. He stopped in the doorway of his room, a look of satisfaction in his eyes and a smile on his lips as he gazed at you in his bed.

It felt right, seeing you there.

He shook his head quickly and made his way over to the bed, pulling back the sheets on the other side and slipping in next to you.

"Oh... You're... Sleeping in here too. I thought you were taking the couch?"

He scoffed, "And leave you alone in here? Look, if Charlie the gorilla breaks in, I wanna be in here to protect you. If he gets to me first-..."

"Adrian... I'm starting to think this isn't about Charlie the gorilla." You spoke softly, glancing over at him, trying to figure out what was going through his head. When it came to Adrian, he could be thinking about literally anything. Any other time, his talk of gorillas breaking in and killing both of you wouldn't have raised any questions. But this time it felt different. The way he looked at you a few minutes earler told you that this was definitely different.

You had slept on his couch before, and on the off chance that you would end up passing out in his bed, he would take the couch.

"Well what else would it be about? Even if Charlie doesn't wanna break into my apartment, this isn't weird. We've slept in bed together before. We've had sleepovers before. We used to have sleepovers all of the time. It's not weird now." He argued quickly, becoming visibly flustered as he rambled on.

"Hey, I never said this was weird." You reassured him, sitting up and turning your body to face him, leaning an elbow on your pillow. "I just wanna know what's going on with you."

Adrian sighed in frustration, rubbing his hand over his face. "Okay... Maybe I was lying about about the gorilla. Well, he's still on the loose and it's still a serious problem, okay?" He pointed at you, emphasising his point. "But maybe I was... exaggerating? To get you to stay over? Because I've missed you, and... I... I'm like... In love with you. I think." He grimaced, quickly squeezing his eyes shut.

Everything you had been wanting to say to him, everything you had planned to say to him if you ever finally confessed your feelings for him were completely drowned out as his words replayed in your head over and over again.

After a moment you realised that you hadn't yet said anything. All you could offer to him in reply was a stuttered, "Y-you... You love me? Like, in a more than friends kind of way?"

He nodded.

With all words being lost on you due to his unforeseen revelation, you did the next best thing you could think of.

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his gently.

He didn't return the gesture at first, but you didn't think much of it. You knew the effect you had on him from the way his body tensed up when your lips met his, and the way you could practically feel his heart beating out of his chest.

Eventually, he exhaled, releasing all of the tension in his body and relaxed into the kiss. His lips moved slowly against yours, largely unsure but with a slight edge of confidence.

You pulled away, letting out a shaky breath as he opened his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting yours. "I think I love you too," You mumbled, pressing your forehead against his.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I do." You let out a breathe of laughter as he started at you incredulously.

"Woah..."

"Woah? Really? That's all you have to say?" You buried your face into his neck, your shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Yeah... I mean, I didn't expect this. I mean, what are the chances that I'm in love with you, and you're also in love with me?"

"I think there was always more chance of me being in love with you than the 'very real possibility' of a gorilla breaking into your apartment and killing both of us, Adrian."

He scoffed, "I think you underestimate how easy it would be for Charlie to-..."

"That's it, I'm sleeping on the couch!" You huffed jokingly, moving away from him.

However, Adrian pulled you back towards him, his lips meeting yours again. This time he was sure of himself. Sure that you loved him and you wanted him.

Being with you was a welcome break from the stuff he had gotten himself caught up in with Peacemaker. Deep down, he worried for the future. His future, and your future together. How would you react if he revealed everything to you? Would it ruin everything?

He didn't have the answers to those questions and he didn't care to give them anymore thought. For the time being he decided he would allow himself to relax and revel in the way you touched him and how your lips felt against his own.

Everything else could wait.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #vigilante #vigilante x reader #peacemaker x reader #hbo peacemaker #dc #x reader #adrian chase fic #vigilante fic

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fruggo · 2 years

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Okay, but consider a Sandman based (with a little inspiration from Rise of the Guardians) killer in dbd. Their power would be a projectile of sand that makes survivors super tired if it hits. It worsens exhaustion and if hit with enough of it, it will put a survivor to sleep, making them be forced to stay in one place and either have to hit a series of difficult skillchecks to wake up or have another survivor wake them up ala the protocol for freddy.

Obviously, their favorite survivor is Quentin because not only is he super susceptible to their sleep sand and that he can fall asleep mid-trial and not even wake up until the endgame collapse, but seeing Quentin sleep makes the Sand killer happy. So the Sandman killer has a habit of hunting down Quentin in their trials, chucking sand at him until he passes out, and either stuffing him into a locker and sealing it with a pipe or piece of debris from a pallet, or they carry him along with them as they chase people. They often run iron grasp and agitation because of this. But the best thing in their opinion is when Quentin is the last survivor and they get him before he gets to the hatch. Because then they get to be gentle in their application of sleep sand, and they get to give Quentin good dreams without any interference. And seeing Quentin smile softly in his sleep? It makes the Sand killer very happy. They get to cuddle with him a bit, and they eventually do take him and carefully slide his sleeping form into the humming hatch and watch him go, but not without stealing every second they can from their little dreamer. One day, they will prove their devotion to the entity enough that the entity will offer to let them keep Quentin with them, and they will rejoice when that day comes.

Quentin on the other hand, is absolutely terrified when the Sand killer comes into the fog. He imagines so many horrible ways that freddy and this new killer would team up and hurt him. But to his surprise, he doesn't get a scratch on him the first trial he has with the Sand killer. Instead, he's essentially forced to sleep through the whole trial. The Sand killer seems to know where he is or whenever he's awake, so he tries to keep them focused on him long enough for at least one generator to get done. But as soon as he gets hit with the sand? He's swaying, yawning, and trying every trick in the book to not fall asleep. Not like it helps though. As soon as the killer picks him up in a bridal carry, Quentin is down for the count. Something about how the Sand killer feels, makes him feel a little bit safe, as if he doesn't have to worry about his nightmares. Doesn't mean that he's not gonna try to run as soon as he wakes up, but he can nap for 2.....minutes......

The Sand killer will one day be offered a deal by the entity. If they manage to kill all four survivors in their trial for 5 trials, the entity will make the Sand killer's realm Quentin's new "campfire", essentially making it so that the Sand killer has access to Quentin outside of trials. This deal can only go well for everyone involved.

(So yeah, that's my new AU. Thoughts? Suggestions? Gimme feedback?)

ANON!!!! I LOVE IT!! it makes me so happy that you would share this, i would always love to hear any of my followers writing tidbits and ideas!!

anyways oh my gosh i love the sandman killer idea. i remember rise of the guardians, the sand guy was so cute :(( this is so creative, it's such a cool concept for a killer!

also im sry im laughing so hard imagining the killer chasing people with quentin in their arms LMAOO or he's just like asleep on their back like a backpack. bruh just imagine a lil sand person throwing basically fairy dust at feng min with a literal cinnamon roll for a backpack im crying

(also i decided to tag things like this "frog friend tidbits" :D if anybody ever wants to send stuff like this in, always feel free!! you all have wonderful ideas, plus anon your writing is *chef's kiss*)

mr sandman,,,,, man me a sand BUM BUM BUM BUM make him the cutest,, man car door hook hand,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

#sorry i couldnt help myself #it is no longer gg ez for feng min #asks #anon #frog friend tidbits #quentin smith #dead by daylight headcanons #dbd headcanons

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bclatrix · 3 years

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Could you right a fic where Draco just randomly confesses his love for Harry? Like in a very mundane situation

sorry for the delay on this lol i accidentally got into medical school. you know how it is

anyway, this kind of went a different direction than i expected but hey sometimes it just be like that

(apologies for errors, im heavily intoxicated and this is unbeta'd)

Comfort

863 words; Rated G

The sky’s vibrant shade of blue is bittersweet. She would have loved the sun, sharing its warmth and radiance. She would have loved the clear sky. She would have spent the day walking through the grounds, tending to her gardens. Draco’s fingers fidget around the stems of the bouquet. He gazes distantly down at the flowers. Peonies. Her favourite.

Harry’s hand comes to rest gently on the small of Draco’s back. He turns, warm eyes watching Draco carefully. “That’s it over there, yeah?” he asks quietly as he shoots his eyes towards a large white marble building coming into view ahead of them. Draco nods, still staring at the flowers, and Harry’s hand presses more firmly into his back, urging Draco forward. Towards the Memorial.

When they reach the door to the building, they walk inside and take in their surroundings in silent, sad deference. There are large windows lining the perimeter inside, letting sunshine pour in. The room gives the absurd impression of some kind of museum; artfully crafted pedestals in matching white marble to the exterior line the walls inside. Some of the pedestals have yet to be used, but many others (labeled with a gold name plate) hold what appear to be small sculptures. For generations, Malfoys have chosen or designed these small sculptures to house their ashes after death.

Harry follows closely behind as Draco crosses the floor of the Memorial to the newest addition. Draco swallows, wincing at the friction in his dry throat, as he reads the plate.

Narcissa Black Malfoy

1955 - 2002

Draco stares at the name, not really even seeing the letters. His mother was the only family he had left. Lucius perished in Azkaban shortly after the war, and Draco had never established a relationship with Andromeda. Though Narcissa had survived the war and its aftermath without any criminal charges, she never really recovered emotionally. With Lucius gone, Narcissa was broken. She held on as long as she could, Draco knew, for him. She didn’t want to abandon her son. But the misery and pain caught up with her in the end.

Sighing heavily, Draco places the bouquet in the small ring jutting out from the side of the pedestal. The sculpture his mother had designed is truly beautiful: a curving spiral made of blown glass, her ashes tastefully dusted throughout the core of the structure. Draco gazes at it, feeling his eyes burn. He feels Harry’s hand wrap around his own, fingers strong and sure and comforting as they lace through Draco’s.

Draco sighs again before turning to look at Harry, and his chest aches with the warmth he finds in his eyes. “Thank you,” he says, voice uncharacteristically shaky. Harry responds by pulling Draco into a gentle embrace, one arm wrapping around his waist while the other hand finds the nape of Draco’s neck, guiding him forward until they are pressed together, Draco’s chin resting on Harry’s shoulder.

Here, like this, no one can see the tear that finally escapes, finally runs free down Draco’s cheek. No one will see this moment of weakness. No one except Harry, who doesn’t care about the weakness, never cared about the weakness. Harry, who stands so strong against Draco’s trembling frame. Harry, who rubs comforting circles into Draco’s back and strokes his hair. Safe and protected and cared for in Harry’s arms, Draco lets the tears fall, lets his body finally collapse into the wracking sobs he’d been refusing to give into since hearing the news of his mother’s passing. Harry just holds Draco through it all, steadily running his hand up and down his back in firm, comforting strokes.

After a few moments, Draco gathers himself enough to step back from Harry. He gazes upon the sculpture again for another minute before the two of them turn to leave the Memorial building. Outside, Draco looks at Harry and feels a sudden rush of affection. Harry hadn’t even hesitated in offering to accompany Draco on a visit to the Memorial. He aches with grief and gratitude and knows that even without his mother, Draco is not alone. Harry is his family now. Harry will walk this road with him, whether it takes them to a Memorial or to their wildest dreams. Through it all, Draco suddenly feels absolutely certain that Harry will be an unwavering constant.

Harry gazes at Draco with slight confusion on top of the care and concern, and Draco realizes he’s just been staring. Blushing, Draco wraps his arms around Harry again, pulling him close and turning his face into Harry’s neck. “Thank you, again,” he whispers. “Harry. I love you.”

Harry’s body stiffens for a quick second in surprise before melting into Draco, squeezing him tightly. He places a soft kiss into Draco’s hair. “I love you, too,” he replies in a soft voice.

The two of them stand there in the embrace, holding onto the moment, clinging to this bubble of vulnerability. They will have to go back to the Manor soon, to sort out some inheritance details and return to real life, but for now, they stand together, content to stay frozen in this flash of grief and tenderness.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #drarry fanfiction #fanfiction #drarry #draco malfoy #hp #me #writing #narcissa malfoy #draco #harry #narcissa #fluff #angst

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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"I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly." (With Kunikida and SO, just craving for each other. Female SO who is shy but wants it as much as he does >////

:0 tell me how readin this i already got an ide a of what I wanna do. Pero anyway I really hope you like this :)) @truedespair ❤️

Smut prompt list

52.) "I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly."

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

You Both stumble into his apartment as your lips never left each other. He locked the door and turned back to you and helped you to take off what you started with. He proceeds to pick you up and push you against the wall and trail hot kisses down your neck.

Your hands tangle into his hair as he started to mark his territory. One hand wrapped around your waist and the other held you up. He came apart from you and took in you disheavled form

“You okay..” you say almost breathless. Your hair was messy, your lips swollen form the kissing, a blush dusted your cheeks. You never looked more beautiful than you did now to him.

“Yeah, I’ve just..” he took a pause “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly."

With that you are taken to the bed room and tosses on the bed. Both of you stripping down to your underwear and connecting your lips once more.

Sure you both have done this before but you couldn’t help but be a bit shy. He always found it so cute when you were shy. He never understood why though.

His lips trail down your chest to the valley between your breast. He unclips your bra and your hands automatically came up to cover yourself.

He stops your hands and pins them above you “please don’t, you’re so beautiful and I’m going to make you feel just as beautiful” he takes one of your mounds into his hand and the other in his mouth.

One was massaged and the other had his wet muscle circling it. He gently left a few bite marks around the area as he switched and gave the other attention as well. You arch your back off the bed wanting to feel more of him.

His hips start to grind against yours, giving you some kind of relief. You could feel how hard he already was. His hands wonder down and slip your underwear off. His long digits coming down to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He slowly starts to circle it. You bite your lips keeping the sounds inside. He saw this and intentionally sped his fingers up cashing your eyes to shoot open and so did your mouth.

“I wanna hear those beautiful sounds you make” he whispered into your ear “knowing I’m the cause of it”

He felt you becoming more slick than before. He proceeds and frees himself from his boxers. You crawl over to him and straddle his lap

“What are you-“

“I want you to show me” you said boldly. You never rode him before but you wanted to do this for once.

“I-okay.” You slowly lower yourself on to him, from this position he went in even deeper than before. Both of you letting out groans and breaths. Kunikida trying his best not to buck up into you.

“O-okay start rocking your hips” his hands found your hips and guided you. Placing your hands on his chest and lowering yourself, hitting a new spot inside. You rock your a bit harder

“I-oh Doppo...aaahh it feels so good!” You moan out. You sat up straight and started to bounce. His hands trail up to cup your breasts and give them a squeeze. He sits up getting into a lotus flower position.

Both your body rocking and clashing with each other. Lost in the Ecstasy of pleasure. In the quite home all that could be heard were your moans and skin against each other.

“Y-Y/N...I love you...mmm fuck!” he pulls out and turns you around putting you on all fours

He rams back into you, gripping your hips and snapping his into yours. A smack came down on to one of you cheeks. This by far was his favorite position to have you in. You both got pleasure and he got a great view.

“K-Kunikida...im gonna...mmm” you grip the sheets below you as you felt you high creeping into you. The knot in your stomach becoming tighter. You felt his finger find your clit once more and began to run quickly.

“C-cum for me” he growled finally throwing you off the edge. You both cry out finally coming over you high and collapsing in euphoria.

He pulls out of you and falls at your side. Pulling you into him he kisses your crown. This was probably the best part of it all. The aftermath.

Holding each other, reliving everything in your mind. He pulls the covers over you both and bids you good night.

......I’m sorry if this isn’t good! But I’m happy you requested!! And I’m happy you liked the other thank you so much for reading❤️❤️❤️

#kunikida x reader #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs #bsd kunikida #bsd x reader #bsd fandom #fanfiction #anime #anime x reader #bsd fanfic

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assless-chapstick · 4 years

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Down for the count, fighting off acid reflux and anxiety. My spouse and I just got into it over my anxiety. SO. Wanna talk about the couch AU, maybe John having anxiety attacks? What about Arthur? You think either of them lay on the cold linoleum and hold each other until it passes?

Fun fact, feller; I been slowly picking away at another ask sorts like this, about the boys' various coping mechanisms. I been feeling some kinda way lately, and I got a little deep in the paint with it, it got a little too real, so I might throw it on the backburner for a minute and come back tomorrow another time… but Im thinkin bout this and… yeah, I think so

About a year after John and Javi start dating, John learns his dad’s first parole hearing is coming up, and that blows a big ol' shotgun blast of a hole through his life, shakes him up something bad.

John’s been OK for a while now, been managing as best he can; sure, he’s got nightmares, he don’t sleep much, and he has interpersonal problems, and emotional regulation problems, and a shitload of problems… but he’s been holding it together pretty well.

Knowing that his dad is up for parole though, knowing that he’s gotta testify – cuz there’s no way he ain’t gonna testify – he knows he’s gonna have to relive some heavy hitt. He’s been able to cope for the most part, but this means he’s gonna have to think about it, and thinking about it is like stirring up old dust.

His lawyer (a feller named Trelawny, somebody Dutch n Hosea hired) says that, so long as John’s victim impact statement is good, there’s no way they’re gonna parole John’s dad, but that doesn’t make it easier.

So I think, leading up to the hearing, John has a… rough time.

He spends a lot of time in his room, the music turned up loud enough that Arthur can hear it clear through the walls and their neighbours complain. He goes for runs, long, drawn out runs that take him near round the whole lake and back, til he comes home sweat-drenched and breathless and ravenously hungry.

Other times, Arthur will come home from work to a dark house, only to flick on the lights and see John lying there on the kitchen floor with his cheek pressed against the cool linoleum, eyes focused on an old macaroni noodle stuck under the fridge, and Arthur can hear him; breathing in deep through the nose (one, two, three, four), hold it (one, two, three, four), and let it out through his mouth as a noisy gust of air (two, three, four).

Arthur hangs his coat on the hook by the door, places his keys gently in the little dishes that used to be an ashtray (gently, so they don’t jangle loud and anxious against the glass) and pads over to John, stands over him for a moment.

“Can I sit?” he asks, nonchalant, a little amused, maybe.

“S’a free country.”

So Arthur sits, and he pulls out his phone to hold in one hand, rests the other gently between John’s shoulder blades so he can scroll thru insta as he rubs John’s back in slow, rhythmic circles as John breathes. Ever once in a while Arthur will snort and lean forward to show John his phone, a meme or a funny video or a cat in drag.

After maybe 45 minutes of that, John lifts his head and paws at the fridge door til Arthur opens it for him and John pulls out a beer and asks if they can order pizza and they do, and they curl up on the couch and Arthur asks if John wants to smoke a bowl and John says no, not right now, so they sit and binge some dumb reality show on Netflix and eat pizza and cuddle

And Charles lets himself in later that night after his study date with Tilly (they spent most of it gossiping and giggling and oh Tilly is an anime fan, and so is Arthur, so they talk about the anime Arthur and Charles have been watching together and Charles shows Tilly Arthur’s art and she shows Charles the new cosplay she’s working on idk)

Anyway, he comes home to find Arthur and John curled up on the couch together, the tv still on even though Arthur is snoring softly and John is drooling and it makes Charles all soft and fond to see them happy like that … until he sits down on the couch and grabs the remote to put on Jeopardy and, half-asleep, John reaches out to slap the remote right out of his hand ….

(also I think Charles manages to work it so he can attend the hearing with John and his lawyer, and it’s touching as hell… cuz John is nervous as fuck, he even lets Charles drive to the courthouse as John sits in the passengers seat, chainsmoking and bouncing his leg and fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket (perfectly tailored so John looks almost presentable; thanks, Hosea).

When John’s dad walks into court, unshackled, in a blue suit, John jerks and Charles is afraid he’s gonna bolt; but John just shifts, squeezes a fist against his thigh and grabs Charles’s hand, holds it so so tight and Charles runs his thumbs over John’s knuckles as they wait…..

John doesn’t cry when he reads his statement, keeps his voice hard and impassive as he reads, recounting the painful details of his childhood… and Charles always knew the gist of it, what happened, but he didn’t know the details, the specifics, and hearing it straight from John’s mouth in such raw, unfiltered terms, it sets Charles’s blood to boiling, that someone could do that to another person, and it reminds him why he got into law in the first place…

John holds it together through the rest of the hearing – parole denied, next opportunity in three years time – and on the car ride home. He makes it through the door of the apartment before he breaks, going to his knees on the kitchen floor with his head in his hands, and he just let’s out an anguished, angry, growling wail, as loud as he can with his damaged voice, and then he’s sobbing and Charles and Arthur both know he held it in as long as he could, until he felt safe to let it out, so they settle on the floor too and just sit by John (cuz he doesn’t always like to be touched or held when he feels some kinda way) until he’s ready to collapse in their arms)

Anyway , hope you’re feeling better! Thanks, mister!!

#the couch au

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 5 years

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Sing to Me

Part of the Tsuredere Seventeen series

Summary:

You write a song for Joshua as a way to confess your feelings towards him. Romantic, right? There’s no way this can end badly.

You had always felt pretty unlucky when it came to life.

You had to work really hard on everything for things to work out. If you didn’t things just didn’t end up well for you. You failed tests, you missed out on extra cool opportunities and more. So when you fell for Joshua you couldn’t really say you were surprised.

If he himself wasn’t intimidating enough... For goodness sake he was attractive, and kind, and then he just had to also be a freaking Korean idol in a boy group popular for their insane synchronization and their really good music and choreography. To make it even more insane he just had to speak English and Korean.

God, just thinking about it was making you angry.

Nobody asked you to be perfect at everything Joshua.

You were furious. Completely and utterly furious at him for being so dumb and perfect. How dare he turn to you and ask you one day to be his girlfriend. God and your first date had to be so fucking magical and it had to be outdoors too, right when the wind was blowing and the cherry blossoms were blooming. The stupid pink petals had swooped around him practically beckoning you to fall in love with him forever.

So, of course, you had been fooled by his wit and charm.

Now all you ever did was run around like an idiot trying to be half deserving of his affections- geez, why did he like you anyways? You were great and all but not that great.

Now your anniversary was coming up, and you couldn’t believe that you had been with Joshua for so long.

A year, a whole year had passed and he still treated you just as well as he had the very first day you two met.

He had never been unclear about his intentions either. When you two first met, you had been rather shy, but still introduced yourself as eagerly as you could. He took one look at you, offered his hand and gave you a soft smile.

“One day, I'm going to marry you.”

Your cheeks had gone crimson, and you avoided going to events for the next month in fear of seeing him again and finding out that he was just some player spouting nonsense.

You tugged your shirt silently, pressing closer to your friend as the two of you walked into the room where everyone else was. You spotted Joshua immediately. You had only seen him for moments before but you still recognized him.

All you could do was stand there and hope he didn’t see you or hope that he didn’t flirt with some girl and turn out to be your average dirt bag.

You didn’t speak your discomfort to your friend... Mostly because he saw you before you could say anything.

His eyes light up, and he raised a hand in the air as a greeting.

“Y/n!” He said excitedly. He rushed over to you and smiled brightly. “I was starting to think I’d never see you again.”

You were surprised he remembered you, much less remembered your name. You smiled at him kindly.

“Oh, hello Joshua!” You said politely. He didn’t even waste a moment.

“I know this is really sudden, but would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your jaw dropped, but Joshua continued before you could say anything in response.

“It’s just from the moment I saw you that day, I can’t stop thinking about you... And I hear about you all the time now, you’re possibly the kindest person that I’ve ever had the chance to meet. So please, will you go out with me?”

You couldn’t say no to such a nice confession.

And now it had been a year since that confession, and you had no clue what to get him.

You grumbled in frustration, shoving your head into a pillow.

And to make it worse, you had heard rumors.

Joshua was considering breaking up with you. A great way to celebrate your anniversary right? To find out that he’s thinking about breaking up with you because you aren’t affectionate enough.

Sure he’s been saying he loves you since like month two, and you’ve been hesitant to say the words, and you practically run anytime that you think he might kiss you, and you avoid going on dates with him and-

You interrupted your own stream off thought y rolling off of your bed, letting your body slam to the floor.

How had he dated you for an entire year and not dumped you yet?

“What’s wrong this time?” Seungkwan asked, lazily glancing over at you. “Is it Joshua again?”

“Of course it’s Joshua again!” You blurted. “If I can’t make our one year perfect and prove that I do in fact like him, then he will leave me. I know he will I know it.”

“Y/n, Chang-kyun did not tell you what Joshua said so that you would freak out like this,” Seungkwan chided tiredly. You sat up from where you were laying collapsed on the ground and sighed.

“How was I supposed to react? IM knows me better than this,” you mumbled. “I like Joshua, I do-”

“So tell him!” Seungkwan blurted. “Even I’m smart enough to know that you should do that!”

“Every time I go to I freeze up!” You argued back. “And now it has to be super special or he will think I’m just saying it because he says it so much.”

“Joshua knows you like him-”

“Does he?!” You blurted back. “Cause I thought he did before but IM didn’t even know we were dating before. That’s how unaffectionate I am!”

“You do act like he’s a stranger whenever we all hang out,” Seungkwan agreed.

You sighed and got to your feet.

“So I have to confess to my boyfriend of a year and I have to make it like the best confession ever,” you stated calmly. Your heart skipped a beat. “What do I do?”

“You should just walk up to him and like ‘uwu Jisoo oppa I love you’ and then like actually let him kiss you and there you go. Romantic as heck.”

“No.”

You stood there, staring blankly at your desk as your mind raced, trying to figure out exactly what you should do.

And then it hit you.

And five hours later, you wished to god it had never hit you.

Write a song? Write a song for someone in the idol industry, yeah that’s a great idea.

You crumbled up the paper in front of you and tossed it into the trash. Luckily enough for you, Seungkwan had left ages ago, so he wasn’t here to witness your disastrous attempts.

You started again from the start.

I wish I knew where to start

A way to open my heart

But trying to find the words

Are the only...

You tried to think of a word that rhymed with “words” but nothing came to mind.

Maybe the tune could switch at that?

I love you, I know that’s for sure

You wrinkled your nose in frustration. DId that even rhyme? You were pretty sure it didn’t. You crumpled this paper too and started over. Maybe the song lyrics needed a theme? Maybe that would help.

11:11, I thought of you today

Again and again day after day, the hands tick and the times change, but when that clock hits that same small time, four numerals in and you’re on my mind

Make a wish to be loved, make a wish to be free, but all those wishes go to waste when it comes to you and me

Yeah.... Yeah! Not too shabby. Maybe if you just kept with the number theme...

My clock was stuck on 10:10, when you kicked it back into the groove and now it’s 11:11 two times a day and still on the move

24 hours in a day, and you help me through 25

You showed me the time so I gave you all of mine

You squinted at the words, rereading it again and again. Something about it felt wrong... It didn’t work. You crumpled your paper again and tossed it to the side.

Music wasn’t always literal... Maybe if you took a different approach... Less literal...

Complicated

I’m standing at the start of endless paths

There’s so many different ways this can go

This world has endless possibilities

Even a speck of dust can make a change

You stopped again. One reread through and it was in the trash too. Maybe literal was the only way you could really go...

You started again from the top. Still a little less literal, not too nonliteral

Sometimes it feels like everyone skips my page in the book

It didn’t used to matter

You heard the door open behind you but you ignored it in order to try and think of the next line. You knew what you wanted to say... Geez, that’s how it always was with Joshua. You always knew what you wanted to say but you couldn’t.

The topic was pretty good, but maybe you needed to write it differently?

I never had a voice to begin with

But I’m starting to hear myself and I like what I hear

I want to share

You stopped again. Stared for a few seconds, crumpled the paper tossed it to the side and banged your head against the table, groaning loudly.

“It’s not this hard,” you said in frustration. You started again. You heard Seungkwan beside you picking up the paper you had just crumbled, but you mostly ignored it.

How many songs fit this trope?

I think mine is in the thousands

Now you were just writing yourself into a damn box. You crumpled it, tossed it wildly and furiously wrote down:

I couldn’t sleep again

Hours spent keeping track of my dreams

Put two hours of rest in

And the page is blank

“What are you doing?”

You startled and looked up.

The person in the room was not Seungkwan.

Your cheeks turned a dark crimson and your mouth dropped.

“Joshua I-”

He had unraveled a number of your papers on the floor and he was holding one in your hand. You couldn’t find the words again. God why could you never find the words when it came to Joshua.

“Who are you writing this for?” Joshua asked slowly. You got to your feet.

“I-I-” You swallowed thickly. “It’s just you know our special day is coming, and I was talking to Seungkwan and I was thinking about our relationship and I was just trying to figure out what to say-”

“What to say?”

“About us.”

“You talked to Seungkwan, and now you want to talk about us?” Joshua reiterated.

“I just want to make sure you understand how I feel about you,” you replied. He stared at you, looking slightly disheartened.

“Oh.”

You tilted your head.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so hard for me to say things like that,” you stated immediately. He nodded slowly and the paper dropped from your hand.

“No, I get it, I really do,” Joshua assured. “I don’t know, I thought that I was ready for it but...”

“If you want me to wait-”

“No!” Joshua protested. “It’s taken you this long to say this, I won’t keep you stifled any longer.”

You opened your mouth, a little confused by Joshua’s attitude about the whole thing.

“So you get it then?”

“Yeah.”

You both started speaking at the same time.

“You want to break up because you don’t like me.”

“I’m in love with you.”

Both sentences spoken at the same time. Both completely different meanings. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Wait. Why would I want to break up with you?” You asked. Joshua looked stunned as well.

“Because you’re in love with Seungkwan!” He stated. You stood up.

“What?! No, I’m in love with you!” You protested back. “I just can’t figure out how to say it and IM told me you were considering breaking up with me, and so I freaked out and Seungkwan said that I needed to just tell you already, but I couldn’t do that some easy way so I thought I’d write you a song and-”

Joshua interrupted by grabbing you by the shoulders, his lips pressing firmly against yours. You were so surprised that you didn’t even react. You stood stock still and waited until he pulled away to even breath.

You gaped at him.

“Josh-”

“I hope that was okay, I’ve been wanting to do that for like a year,” he murmured shyly.

You smiled softly, hiding the look beneath your hand.

“Yeah... Yeah it was okay.”

You would explain everything later, but right now you would just appreciate that Joshua definitely wouldn’t be breaking up with you today.

#SORRY I SLOPPILY SPELLCHECKED THIS #my brother is talking about canadian folk music #help me #please #Seventeen #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen kpop #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #joshua #joshua seventeen #joshua kpop #joshua hong #hong jisoo #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfiction

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set-phasers-to-whump · 4 years

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whumptober day 30

prompt: nightmare (alt prompt #10)

whumpee: hawkeye pierce

fandom: M*A*S*H

They all had nightmares. It was a given, really, when you were operating in the middle of a war. No one was free of them, from Colonel Potter to Radar.

That didn’t make them any easier to deal with, didn’t make them feel any less real. You never really grew numb to them.

The depressing reality of this was that everyone was used to their friends having nightmares. In the Swamp, nightmares were politely ignored. The unspoken understanding between Hawkeye, BJ, and Charles was that they each had their own stuff to deal with, so there was no need to deal with anything for each other. It was crude, perhaps, but it worked.

Mostly.

Hawkeye was especially not fond of his nightmares. He was the class clown, always ready with a joke or a jab. He wasn’t expected to open up to anyone, so he rarely did. Consequentially, while other members of the 4077 (even Charles and BJ) might have talked to each other occasionally about their nightmares, he never participated. BJ might feel comfortable discussing his latest horror with Radar over breakfast, but Hawkeye could never.

He was currently in the middle of a nightmare, thrashing about in his bed, BJ sleeping soundly in his own bed next to Hawkeye, Charles presumably also sleeping off in Tokyo.

Hawkeye had had all sorts of nightmares during his time in Korea, from losing patients in easy surgeries to being captured and tortured to never going home. So far, though, his nightmares had been free of BJ.

But tonight, they weren’t. Tonight, BJ was on the table in front of him, soaked in blood, barely awake, whispering, “I don’t wanna die, Hawk, please save me….” But he couldn’t figure out where BJ was bleeding from, and his hands were shaking, and there were no nurses, and he couldn’t find a scalpel, and BJ was begging Hawkeye to save him, and then he was silent, and he was dead, and Hawkeye tried to resuscitate him, but he couldn’t remember how, and BJ crumpled into dust, and Hawkeye collapsed to the floor of the OR, clinging to the leg of the table, looking for the dust of BJ. But he was gone and dead and he had killed him, it was all his fault!

He jolted upright, breathing unevenly and raggedly. He looked around frantically.

“BJ!”

BJ stirred in his sleep, then slowly sat up, looking over at Hawkeye.

“Hawk?”

Hawkeye stared disbelievingly at his best friend, on the edge of hyperventilating.

BJ saw this and flung himself out of bed, quickly sitting next to Hawkeye and trying to help him regulate his breathing.

“Copy me, okay, Hawk?” He breathed in and out, slowly and evenly. It took some time, but eventually, Hawkeye managed to breathe somewhat normally again, and promptly collapsed into sobs on BJ’s shoulder.

BJ, entirely unused to this kind of reaction out of Hawkeye, stiffened slightly in surprise, then quickly relaxed and wrapped his arms around his friend. Unsure of exactly what to do, he slowly ran his fingers through Hawkeye’s hair, hoping the movement was comforting.

“It’s okay, it was just a nightmare,” he soothed, because what else could it have been?

“I killed you, BJ!”

“What?”

“I-I killed you, you were bleeding and I couldn’t stitch you up and you died, BJ, I killed you!”

Hawkeye’s voice broke on BJ’s name, and he sobbed again. “I couldn’t save you.”

BJ pulled carefully away from Hawkeye, and gently brushed his thumbs under his friend’s eyes, clearing away his tears.

“Listen to me, Hawk. It was just a bad dream, okay? Just a nightmare. I know you’d save me if...if you had to.”

“But I didn’t!”

“And that was just a dream. There’s nobody in the world I’d trust with my life more than I’d trust you.”

Hawkeye fell silent at that. He spoke after a moment. “I’ve never dreamed about that before...losing you,” he said, quietly.

BJ once again wrapped him securely in a hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into the top of Hawkeye’s head. “I’m sorry we’re even here. You won’t lose me, though. Not if I have any say in it.”

Hawkeye laughed softly at that, but made no move to escape BJ’s hug. In fact, he leaned more into his friend, pressing his face into BJ’s chest.

BJ understood his unspoken message, and shifted his entire body onto Hawkeye’s bed, then slowly released his friend and crawled under the blanket with him. As soon as he’d gotten settled, Hawkeye wrapped his arms around him again, pressing himself close to BJ, as if to make sure he was really still there. BJ wrapped an arm around Hawkeye’s shoulders and tucked his friend’s head under his chin.

“Good thing Charles isn’t here tonight, huh? He’d probably tell us off for breaking regulations,” Hawkeye mumbled into BJ’s side.

BJ smiled. “Good thing,” he agreed. “Night, Hawk.”

“Night.”

i feel like the beginning of this is a lil weird so im sorry, hope you enjoyed anyway and thanks for reading!!!!

#whumptober2019 #altno.10 #nightmare #hawkeye pierce #mash #my writing #i say things #im so excited for halloween tomorrow!!!!!!! and my birthday is friday!!!

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rairahime · 5 years

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Fenrir x MC | “Hide and Seek”

☆ Ikemen Revolution Fanfic ☆

I did it! I wrote a fic that im kinda okay with!! I hope you guys like it and I hope I did Fenrir justice lol

Also, i’m sorry if the formatting is weird, but Tumblr really wont let me change it?? I hope its just a glitch on my end or something and it looks okay for you guys!!

General idea: Fenrir and mc go on a day trip out of the city and discover an abandoned building with a cool tower (OoooOoo) and they have a lil fun LOL

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Word Count: 1,783

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none at all:)

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While exploring the outskirts of the city on a rare day off, Fenrir and I stumbled upon an abandoned building. It was quite beautiful, with a large gate that had winding flowers around each bar that reminded me a lot of the designs back in my world.

The building itself was not very large, but its main redeeming feature is a tall tower with what seemed like an open air balcony and a concave roof. I thought about how the stairs up the tower would probably be completely unstable, but Fenrir insisted it probably would be fine, and in the end he convinced me to check it out as curiosity got the best of me.

These past few weeks have been quite busy for both Fenrir and I. He’s been training with the black army nearly everyday, and I’ve still been trying to get everything in order after deciding to stay in Cradle. Free days such as these were rare, so when Fenrir saw that both of us could free up our schedule today, he suggested we both go on a day trip exploring the outskirts of Cradle, which I gladly agreed with. I’ve really missed Fenrir’s Cradle tours, and would never skip out on a chance to go another one.

We both walked through the gates to find an unkept garden inside. The grass is completely overgrown, leaving the ground extremely soft to each step we took. Past the gates, the view was surreal. Hundreds of flowers were blooming, some I recognized and others I’ve never seen before. Within the thousands of dandelions, I spotted lilies, tulips, gardenias, and even some lily of the night’s. At the farthest corner by the structure I could see a pond with what seemed like lily pads delicately swaying with the soft breeze. Everything together looked like it was straight out of a picture book.

While admiring the view, a certain group of shrubs keep grabbing my attention. The leaves were a dull green and strangely large for a shrub, but what was truly interesting were the specks of pink and blue that, after blinking a few times, I figure out they’re actually glowing. I can’t tell exactly what they were, but I think they may be a berry of sorts.

Glowing berries, huh? Cradle never stops amazing me

As I continued to take in in the garden around me and the freeing open field, joy filled my heart and I impulsively started running through the grass and flowers, dragging Fenrir by the hand.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a runner here,” Fenrir exclaimed between bursts of laughter, his voice filling the air. Even to this day, hearing his laughter still makes my heart squeal.

“I just couldn’t help it, its so beautiful here Fenrir! Its like a rule: when you see an open field, you GOTTA run through it,” I said after stopping and twirling around, looking at the afternoon sky.

The sky is painted all sorts of colours today, with the softest lilac enveloping the sky as a vibrant peachy tone forms on the horizon. Soft, large clouds turned a vibrant pink when kissed by the sun’s rays, and it all looks so beautiful you could wish to reach out your hand and give it the gentlest touch.

“Yeah, we really did stumble upon a gem, how lucky are we??” Fenrir exclaimed, snapping my attention away from the sky. and as I stole a look at him, I could see that his eyes zoned in on the tower, and a mischievous smile crept to his lips.

“Pretty lucky,” I answered, pausing and turning around to look at Fenrir. His face was glowing under the peachy tones of the sun, his hair tinted into an even deeper magenta.

Oh to be the sun right now, gently kissing his skin like that…

I caught my train of thought before it choo-chooed far away.

Fenrir looked back at me, and suddenly scooped me up into his arms and started spinning. I squealed as he began to sing a tune, and I remembered our walk in the rain in the first days we’ve known each other, oh how time flies.

Eventually, we both collapsed on the ground from laughter, watching the floating clouds above, giggling every once in a while just by being in each others presence.

“C’mon, we gotta see the inside of this place, and we GOTTA go up that cool looking tower- i’m sure the view from there would be amazing,” Fenrir trumpeted while getting up.

I agreed, and followed him up before we both walk into the building, hand in hand.

When inside, I could really tell how magnificent this building once used to be. The ceiling is painted a scene of clouds and a starry sky, and when I squint, I made out out what looks like a delicate placement of encrusted crystals. After finally peeling my eyes away from the ceiling, I noticed the stained glass windows lining the walls, and the grand staircase right in the middle of the building that leads to the second floor. While the paint seemed somewhat dusty and dull now, this whole place would have been a vibrant work of art. Something is weird though, for a place that seems to have been abandoned for a long time, it’s quite clean.

“Weird how it’s not so dusty and icky in here,” I mentioned to Fenrir, “for a place that seemed to not have had any visitors in years.”

“Huh, good point… weird,” Fenrir replied.

Fenrir let go of my hand, suddenly filled with excitement.

“I’ve got an idea! Let’s make this even more fun and play a lil hide and seek, okay? Cmon, i’ll hide first, count to thirty okay! And no peeking!” He exclaimed

Fenrir left me no time to protest, dashing away.

Guess I better start counting then…

Placing my hands on top of your eyes, I started loudly counting

“1....2....3.....”

Finally at thirty, I let my hands fall to my sides and scanned the area. Knowing Fenrir, he probably went straight upstairs, or maybe even to the tower, but I think I’ll scan the first floor first, just in case.

After walking through vacant hallways and opening empty wardrobes, it was clear Fenrir wasn’t hiding here, and nothing of interest was around anyways.

Guess it’s time to go upstairs now.

The main staircase was made of marble, with the base of the handrails featured delicate carvings of rabbits and grape vines. The more I spend time here, the more I wonder why such a lovely place was left forgotten, or who it used to belong to in the first place.

Turning left, I quickly found a staircase that could only be leading to the top of the tower. The stairs were quite stable and safe, just as Fenrir insisted they would be, and after some debate, I decided I’ll just go up now.

Half way through and I already regret my decision to go up as my calfs began to cry in pain.

Fenrir BETTER be up this tower, or I would have gone up this freaking mountain of a staircase for NOTHING

Finally reaching the top, exhausted, I push the heavy wooden door to unveil a sight I would never forget. Not in a million years.

There are lit candles all over, with rose petals dusted on the ground, some even forming a path to the middle, where a picnic is set up. In the middle of it all, is Fenrir grinning like a maniac. He’s laid sideways on top of the blanket, with one arm propping his head up with his elbows, and the other holding what looked like a bottle of champagne.

Gobsmacked, I stare at Fenrir, when he comically spoke, “alas, the gorgeous woman reunites with the charming man once more,” proceeding to pull the cork off the bottle with his teeth, and raising his eyebrows.

While he was quite funny, everything together was just mesmerizing. I quickly realize that this whole day must have been prearranged by Fenrir. The trip, the “discovery” of the building, why the building happened to be so clean, and oh my god…hide and seek! Thinking of how much thought and effort Fenrir must have put into organizing all this, my heart melt.

“Oh my god, Fenrir. This is so beautiful.. wow...” your voice trailed off, as no words can really describe how you’re feeling right then and there.

“You like it?” Fenrir asked, nervousness showing in his face.

“Like it?!? I more than like it Fenrir! I love it! This is just so freakin’ beautiful! I don’t know what to say...”

“Then don’t say anything,” he said, smiling, “just come and enjoy this moment with me”

I simply nodded, taking a seat next to him as he sat up.

I scanned the picnic that he has set up and thought of how delicious everything looks.

“It all looks so good Fenrir!” I burst out

“I made it all myself, ya’know... i mean, Luka gave me a few notes- but it’s all hand made by yours truly, i promise,” Fenrir explained, “and no guns were involved in the making,” he added with a wink.

The fact that this was all made by him just made everything ten times better. The time he must have spent to get everything right!

Among the fruit skewers, pb&j sandwiches, scones, and strawberry sandwiches, a little bag caught my eye. Peering inside, I could see that it contains what looks exactly like the glowing berries I saw outside. Fenrir noticed my attention to them, and quickly enlightened me on what they are

“Ah yes, i knew you’d be into these! These are a Cradle exclusive, ya know? They’re the juiciest, sweetest, most perfect berries you’ll ever have in your life!”

“They’re glowing, Fenrir! They seem too beautiful to eat”

“I hear ya, but let me tell you this: they taste even better than they look, i promise”

I glanced back at the berries and picked one up and popped it right into my mouth.

He was right, they did somehow taste even better than they looked.

“Oh Fenrir, you’re right, they’re delicious”

“I just cant help being right sometimes” he answered back with a shrug, grinning.

A soft smile formed on my face, and I thought about how full of excitement and joy my days with Fenrir always seem to be.

We both just sat next to each other in a comfortable silence, and munched on the carefully made snacks, appreciating the time we have together and admiring the sky and setting sun.

This must be the best end of a game of hide and seek to ever happen…

#i honestly was hesitant about posting this but too much time has been invested #uhhh #i’ll just go die now #ikemen revolution #ikerev #fenrir godspeed #fluff #fenrir godspeed fluff #ikemen kakumei #ikerev fanfic #ikemen revolution fanfic

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hannahindie · 7 years

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Dean vs. The Mothman

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, The Mothman Word Count: 4,531 (Whoopsy doodles!) Warnings: Canon violence, language, sassy reader, and a date gone horribly wrong. A/N: I wrote this for two separate challenges. The first is for @waywardmoeyy and Moeyy’s Awkward Moments Birthday Challenge. My prompt is bolded in the fic below! The second was for @uniquewerewolfsuit’s Mythical Creatures Challenge. I had a blast writing it, and my words got slightly carried away. I really hope you all enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. However, I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful betas...

@trexrambling: “I was just hit with the memory of me making a lake of BBQ sauce on my plate and now I'm just sitting here giggling to myself hahaha” (I had to include this because this very incident is the reason I thought to put it in this fic. My ode to my sweet waterbear and her giant lake of barbecue sauce)

@pinknerdpanda: “Eek!!! Anxiety extreme” (Also, you can thank her for the song choice, because it fit perfectly and I love it. She’s my twin.)

As always, tags are at the bottom. If you’d like to be added, please send an ask or an IM. :)

The first thing you need to know is that grenade launchers are freaking awesome. The second thing you need to know is that they are also very loud, and a little more...explode-y than you would expect. The reason I say this is because I'm currently sitting on my ass, choking on concrete dust, and hoping to God I didn't just kill the two random dudes that had, for some reason, appeared in the middle of the bunker I had set my sights on. My eyes are on the slowly settling dust cloud, grenade launcher across my lap, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see two shadowy figures emerge from the rubble.

“Oh shit, I thought I killed you.” I stand up and take a better look at the two men brushing debris off their shoulders and out of their hair. The shorter of the two squints through the dust, and the initial glare turns into a look of awe when he realizes what I'm holding.

“Is that...is that a grenade launcher?”

His voice is deep and gravelly, and it does things to me. I remind myself to keep that in mind for later, when I'm not trying to save a town from utter destruction.

The giant next to him rolls his eyes, “Don't even think about it.”

The shorter one grins, and even from here I can see the sparkle in his eyes. I like this one. “I’m both jealous and a little turned on right now.”

“Dean!” Sasquatch hisses, and I can't help but notice the dimples that form even when he's frowning. Good Lord, where did these men come from? Whatever they put in their water, they should probably keep drinking it.

“Well, you're a man after my own heart. I've been wanting to use this thing for a long time, but I was hoping it would be a little more successful. Sorry I almost blew you up.” I'm pretty sure I just shouted that. Am I shouting? I told you, grenade launchers are loud.

They walk closer to me, and the shorter one holds out his hand. I realize that the ‘shorter one’ is...not so short. Seriously, where are they from? “The name’s Dean. This is my brother Sam.”

I look from one to the other, and I can tell my mouth is hanging wide open. They can't possibly be who I think they are. “Winchester? Sam and Dean Winchester?” They look at each other in confusion, but I can't understand why. Surely they know that they're legends? Right?

“Yea...how do you know?” Dean asks, and he truly doesn't seem to know. They have no idea. Oh, bless ‘em.

“You guys are legendary. I mean, I figured ya’ll were real and not just some sort of fish tale, but to see you in person...holy shit.” I sling the grenade launcher over my shoulder and rest my free hand on my hip. “I'm glad I didn't blow you up. Although, knowing who you are, I'm guessing it wouldn't stick, huh?”

Sam laughs, “Hopefully not. So, I'm guessing you're a hunter too, then?”

I nod, “I try to be. I do okay… Luckily, this is the first time I've nearly blown someone up, so I guess I'm doing something right.”

Dean looks back over his shoulder at what's left of the old bunker I just demolished, “What are those, anyway? I've never seen anything like it. They're everywhere.”

I grin. These boys have no idea what they're up against, do they?

“Ya’ll ever heard of Mothman?”

“What did you think you were hunting when you got here? Surely you noticed what this town is famous for?” I say around the mouthful of burger I just took. Dean's watching me with this look that's a combination of awe and appreciation. It's like he's never seen a girl put away a burger.

“Well, yea, but there's no lore, and no indication that he's back. You've got a festival honoring him! Nobody seems to mind it, and the disappearances don't really match up with what happened before.” Sam looks flustered, and I start to feel bad for picking at him. This is a weird situation, after all.

Dean stops staring at me long enough to look at Sam, “What are you going on about?”

I grab a handful of fries and carefully begin to dip them one by one into the pool of barbecue sauce on my plate, “He’s talking about the Mothman’s M.O. It's not really his thing to take people. He's more of a...well, a death omen. Or a warning of impending disaster.” Dean looks confused, and I raise an eyebrow at Sam, “Didn't you tell him anything about it?”

Sam frowns, “Yea, I did. He just didn't listen.”

“Yes, I did! There's this giant moth-”

“Dean, it's not a giant moth! It's a Mothman-”

“What's the difference, Sam? It's a giant thing with wings, and it's taking people-”

“There's a huge difference-”

I slam my hands on the table, and the suddenness of it interrupts their bickering. Out of all the stories I've heard about the Winchesters, their sibling squabbles had been left out. It’s cute, but we have work to do.

“We don't have time to argue about who's right. Dean, since you weren't listening to your brother, here's the rundown.”

Dean grins at Sam, “I like her.” Sam just rolls his eyes, and I sigh.

“Great. Keep it in your pants, Winchester. We’ll talk about our feelings later. Anyway, in November of 1966 there's a report that several men digging a grave in Clendenin, West Virginia, saw a man-like figure flying overhead. It's sometimes considered the first sighting of Mothman, but the one you hear about the most, the official first sighting, happened in the TNT area a few days later by young couples that went parking.”

“TNT area...that's where we were earlier. Wasn't that a munitions plant during World War Two?” Sam had apparently done some research.

“Yea. If you look close enough, you can see that those bunkers are spread out in a very specific pattern. They were built like that in case one of them exploded; it would keep the others from going up. They're mostly empty now, although I think the Reserves use them for storage on occasion.”

Dean reaches for a fry on my plate, and I smack his hand. He frowns, “So where's this giant moth fit in?”

“According to the two couples, they saw a ‘large flying man with ten foot wings’, and when their headlights hit him, his eyes glowed red. So Mothman, not just a moth. He was seen by a few other people in the area. There were a couple of volunteer firefighters that described it as a large bird with red eyes. Someone else described its eyes as looking like bicycle reflectors, and another man blamed the strange noises coming from his television and the disappearance of his dog on this Mothman. The sheriff and a wildlife biologist claimed that it was a type of local heron or crane that can grow to be almost the size of a man.”

Dean sits back and crosses his arms, his eyes occasionally drifting back to the fries I've got left. “So...that's it? I thought you said it was a death omen, or a harbinger of impending disaster. So far, he's just scared some kids necking where they weren't supposed to.”

“That's where the Silver Bridge comes in. In December of 1967, the Mothman was spotted near the bridge and, shortly after, the bridge collapsed. Forty-six people were killed when they went into the water. The Mothman wasn’t seen again, and the locals began connecting his appearance with the bridge collapse.” After grabbing a couple more fries from the plate, I shove the rest at Dean and he smiles happily.

“So, what do you think? Is it really the Mothman?” Sam asks, frowning at Dean as he shoves a handful of fries into his mouth.

“Initially, no. Honestly, I just thought it was a giant owl and that some kids afraid of getting in trouble just made something up. I've made fun of it for years...until I saw it a couple weeks ago. I just happened to be going through town when I saw it on the top of the old Historic State theater. A few days later, the first couple disappeared. A hiker found them in the wildlife area...or what you'd know as the TNT area.”

“How do you know it was the Mothman and not someone or something else?” Dean asks as he polishes off the rest of the fries faster than I've ever seen anyone eat before; it's my turn to look impressed. He winks at me, and I feel my cheeks flush. His charm was something I had been warned about.

“Because the couple was found twenty feet up a tree, with talon marks as big as a damn pterodactyl. It's the Mothman,” I grumble.

Dean wipes his hands off on a napkin and tosses it on the now empty plate, then leans back in the booth, “So what was your plan earlier? Was a grenade launcher really the best option?”

I roll my eyes, “Listen, it wasn't my first choice, despite my overwhelming need to blow something up. I'm the only hunter that stays in this general area most of the time, I had to improvise. But since that plan didn't work, we’re on to plan B.”

Dean cocks an eyebrow, “And what would that be, sweetheart?”

I wiggle my eyebrows, “It's time for us to go on a date.”

Sam's standing outside of my car, his arms crossed and a look I can only describe as a mixture of amusement, jealousy, and irritation on his face. I'll give it to him; his facial expressions are what dreams are made of.

“Y/N, are you sure about this? Being bait isn't exactly the best plan…” He trails off, and I think he might actually be concerned.

I smile, “Sam, this isn't my first rodeo, and I'm usually on my own. And if it's Dean you're worried about, I think I can handle him.” I wink at him as Dean opens the driver's side door and climbs in.

“What are you two talking about?” he asks cautiously, his eyes moving between the two of us.

“Nothing. Let's get this show on the road. The faster we get this done, the faster I can get Norma’s famous apple pie.”

Dean looks at me with wide eyes, “There's pie?” I nod, and a wide smile crosses his face, “What are we waiting for then?” He turns the key, and Sam takes a step back. “You know the drill, Sammy. Stay close, but don't scare it off. This should be a piece of cake.” Sam nods and then walks to where the Impala is parked, gives a quick look over his shoulder, then disappears into the driver's seat.

“Is he always this anxious?” I ask as I fiddle with my seatbelt.

Dean scoffs, “Only when there's a pretty girl involved.” He glances at me from the corner of his eye and clears his throat, “You look nice. Pretty convincing date attire.” He pulls out into the main road, and I smooth down the edge of the dress I'd picked out earlier. I'm glad it's dark, or he'd be able to see how red my cheeks are.

“Thanks. I'm not really sure how observant a Mothman can be, but I figured we shouldn't chance it. I don't know how many more opportunities we’ll have, since I already blew one of his lairs to hell.”

Dean laughs, “Good point.” We drive in silence for a moment, and I guess it's too much for Dean because he turns on the radio.

Say you, say me say it for always That's the way it should be

Well, this is awkward. Nothing like Lionel Richie on a fake date, especially one that I'm beginning to think I'd like to be real. I clear my throat, “Turn here.”

Say you, say me say it together Naturally

Aside from the music, we travel the next few minutes in silence. I sneak a glance at Dean and his knuckles are white on the steering wheel. Surely he's not that worried about this hunt? I suppose he doesn't know me well enough to assume I'll be useful, but still.

“You can park here.”

He stops the car, but leaves it running. Lionel Richie is still going, Lord help me.

As we go down life's lonesome highway Seems the hardest thing to do is to find a friend or two That helping hand “So I guess we just wait?” I ask quietly, unsure of what to do now that we’re here.

Dean turns to face me as well as he can in the cramped front seat. Maybe we should have brought his car. “Well, we should probably sell it. You know, make it believable.”

“Mmhmm. That's...that's a good plan.” I'm stuttering because as I'm talking, he's moving closer to me. Dean Winchester is an inch away from my face, and never in a million years did I think this would ever be an option, fake or not.

Someone who understands That when you feel you've lost your way You've got someone there to say I'll show you

His hand gently cups my cheek, and it's rough and warm; a hunter’s hand. I can guess where the callouses and scars are from because I have my own. I close my eyes and drink it in for a moment. I've had my fair share of one night stands and meaningless romps in the backseat of this car, but it's been awhile, and something about Dean feels different. Ruse or not, I'm going to savor it.

Say you, say me say it for always That's the way it should be

Before I can open my eyes, his lips are on mine and boy are they a contrast to his rough hands. They're soft, and they fit against my lips like they were made to be there. His hand moves to my hair and his fingers are tangled and it takes everything I have to not moan when he gives it a gentle tug. If this is acting, what in the hell is this like for real? If I ever have the opportunity to find out, I might just die.

Say you, say me say it together Naturally

He smiles against me, and I pull back for air as I look at him questioningly, “What?”

“You're a good actress. For a second there, I thought you might be enjoying it.”

I shrug, “Well, it's all part of the gig. Sometimes you have to make some sacrifices.” I say it with a wink, and for the first time in my life I actually pull it off smoothly. ‘Atta girl.

Dean looks around, then squints through the window, “I don't see anything, do you? I don't hear anything, either.”

I look through the windshield, “No, but Lionel’s dulcet tones could be covering up any sound. Seems pretty quiet, though.”

Dean's eyebrows furrow in concentration, then he suddenly brightens as he looks at me with a grin, “I think we need to up the ante a little bit. Get in the backseat.”

I can feel my jaw drop, “Excuse me?”

Dean is already scrambling between the seats to get in the back, “We've gotta sell it, Y/N, or we’ll never catch the Mothman. Come on, hurry up.” I stare at him, suddenly recalling the stories that I'd heard that weren't so great. Sam and Dean were heroes but, by all accounts, also very dangerous. I've always ignored those bits but now, sitting in the dark with Dean after only knowing him for a few hours, I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a bad call.

He leans forward, and though the only light coming into the car is from the full moon, his moss green eyes shimmer. “Do you trust me?”

The answer should probably be no, but there's something different about Dean, something more than any other hunter I’ve met.

So you think you know the answers, Oh no Well the whole world has got you dancing That's right, I'm telling you It's time to start believing oh yes Believing who you are You are a shining star

“Yea, I trust you.”

He smiles, “Then come on!” He holds his hands out and I start to climb over the back seat. My feet get tangled and I can feel myself start to fall.

“Dean!” I shriek as I feel gravity take over and I start to fall awkwardly into the backseat. This is exactly why I never wear dresses. I feel arms wrap around my waist, and I squeal as I fall into Dean’s lap, “That was ladylike.”

Dean laughs, one arm draped across my lap and the other wrapped around my back. He wets his lips as his eyes search mine, “I thought it was adorable.” He somehow manages to flip us around so that my back is flush with the seat and he's hovering above me.

“That was smooth. You know, you could take a lady out to dinner first.”

He leans in, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, and I shiver. “Technically, I did pay for dinner...so…” He trails off and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers running through the short hairs at his nape, and sigh into him. Fake or not, this isn't something I'll be forgetting any time soon.

Say you, say me say it for always Oh that's the way it should be Say you, say me say it together Naturally Say it together, naturally

Just as the song fades out, I hear a snap of a twig. I pull away from Dean and put a finger to his lips to quiet him. I nod my head towards the sound and raise my eyebrows. He frowns as he cocks his head and tries to pinpoint where it came from. There's another snap, this time from a different direction, and Dean pushes himself away from me. Just as he begins to sit up, the door flies open, and he's jerked through the opening and into the darkness.

“Dean!”

I scramble to get out of the car, and all I can hear is thrashing and grunts as Dean tries to get away from whatever grabbed him. It occurs to me that the shotgun I have hidden for this very scenario is in the front seat and not the back, so I fumble with the door handle and dive into the front.

“Y/N! Run! It's not-” Dean’s frantic cries are interrupted by what sounds like an incredibly hard punch.

“I’m coming! Hold on!” I grab the shotgun but drop the handful of shells I'd grabbed from the glove compartment. “Shit!”

“Y/N, run! It's not Mothman, it's just a person! It's a person!”

I freeze. A person? All of the disappearances and Mothman sightings...and it's a person? Dean runs back out of the tree line and is waving towards the car, “Get in the car, go! Get Sam!”

I look back towards the car, then shake my head, “No. A monster is a monster, Dean! We can't let him hurt anyone else!”

Before Dean can answer, a huge man bursts through the brush and tackles Dean to the ground. Dean’s head hits the ground hard, and he goes limp. The man stands up and sneers at me. Shit. I aim the shotgun and pull the trigger, but it doesn't slow him down. He crosses the space between us in three huge strides, and I'm quickly trapped between him and the car. He backhands me hard across the mouth, and the force of it causes me to drop the shotgun.

“You're pretty. I like you...I might just keep you alive.” He's holding a knife, and I can feel the cool metal trace along my jaw and down to my throat. I try to pull away, but he’s twisted his hand into my hair and any move I make makes it feel like my scalp is on fire.

“You can take me, just leave him alone. Don't hurt him anymore.” There's a tightness in my throat, and it occurs to me that I'm willing to sacrifice myself for a man I barely know...but it's also a man that's lost almost everything to save the rest of us.

The man holding me laughs, “You obviously don't know how this works.” He leans in, and I cringe as he sniffs my hair. “I can't leave someone alive. I'd get caught. The difference with you is that you're not going to get away, alive or not. I think that's worth the exception.”

I take a deep breath, “I see…” I pull my leg back as far as I can with the car behind me and kick him in the balls as hard as I can. Whatever protected him from the shotgun blast I sent his way didn't cover that part of his body, and he releases me with a whining groan as he falls to his knees. I bring my knee up hard into his chin, and it gives with a sickening crack. I think I just broke his jaw. He falls over, and I run over to Dean, sliding to a stop next to him.

“Dean! Hey, handsome, c’mon. Wake up...please wake up. We've gotta go, I think I broke him.” Dean groans and rolls his head towards the sound of my voice, but his eyes stay closed. “Dammit, Dean, get up!” I look up, and instead of the collapsed giant I expected to see, the grass is empty. “Shit! Dean, come on-” I'm cut short when something grabs me by the hair from behind, “Shit!” I scream, the pain the worst I've ever felt. The monstrous man drags me by the hair back to the car, and I can feel every stick and stone on the ground digging into my flesh. I'm crying, I can't help it. I try to call for Sam, but the only sound I can make is a strangled sob.

The man remains quiet, and when I look up I see that his jaw is at an awkward angle. How he's functioning enough to continue his attack, I have no idea, but I do know that nothing I can do at this point will stop him. Short of Sam showing up, Dean and I are screwed.

The man twists my arm behind me, hard, and shoves me into the ground. I can feel the bone aching to give, and one more twist will probably do it. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait, but the moment never comes. Instead, a strong gust of wind blows over us, and the man releases his grip on my arm. I scramble away and cower against the car as I look up and see the impossible. After everything I've killed, every monster I've fought that by all accounts shouldn't have existed, the very one I grew up listening to stories about is above my head, it's giant wings sending waves of dusty air in my face.

The Mothman swoops down and hits the man with a giant claw, tearing a gash across the man’s face. The only thing he can do is scream as he hits the ground. He throws his arms up in front of him, as if that's going to stop whatever the huge creature is going to do next. It drops down and wraps both talons around him, one close to his throat and one around his waist, and flies up into the air.

“Y/N!” I jerk my head around and see Sam running across the clearing, his eyes wide as he slides to a stop next to me. “Are you okay? What the hell is going on?”

“It wasn't the Mothman...it was just a person, Sam. A person did all of it.” I look up into the sky to see the large creature disappear into the trees, deep in the TNT area. The serial killer that had been wreaking havoc in Point Pleasant was just a dot in its huge feet. “I think...I think the Mothman just saved us.”

Sam helps me stand up, and I cradle my arm gently against my chest. I hear a groan and look over to see Dean slowly sitting up, a hand to his head. He looks over and sees me and Sam standing dumbfounded.

“What the hell happened?” he mumbles.

I look back up at the lightening sky and shake my head, “You're never gonna believe it.”

The Impala is warm against my back as I lean against it, my bones aching with a combination of exhaustion and the wringer they'd been put through earlier. I close my eyes and let the sun soak into my bruised skin. The last twenty four hours have been a whirlwind, and I am looking forward to curling up in bed and sleeping for the next week. I hear someone walk up to me, accompanied by the familiar hiss of a beer bottle being opened. I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow.

“A little early for that, isn't it?”

Dean pops open another one and hands it to me, “Nah. We've not been to sleep yet, doesn't count.”

I take it and sigh contentedly as I wrap my fingers around the cool glass, “Fair enough.” I take a long drag and relish the earthy bitterness of the beer as it slides down my throat. “So. Mothman is actually trying to help people. Like, that's a legit thing that's happening.”

Dean shrugs, “Weirder things have happened.” He raises his beer to his lips, and I can't help but wish our little show hadn't been interrupted. Not really something I should think about right now, but you make out with Dean Winchester and see if you can think of anything else.

“I can't think of any, but sure.” We watch the sky for a moment, and I feel him shift a little closer to me. “How long are you guys staying?”

“I figure we’ll take at least a day or so. We don't have anything lined up and…” his hand drops down to where mine is, and his fingers intertwine with mine, “I know someone that I owe an actual date. One that involves Norma’s famous apple pie.”

“Oh, yea?”

He smiles, and it's enough to stop the world. “Yea. A serial killer interrupted us, kinda put a damper on things.”

“Hmm...I didn't know that was a real date. I just thought you were a really good actor.” I grin at him, and he shakes his head.

Dean grabs the beer from my hand and sits both of them down, then grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him, “Oh, you'd know if I was acting. That was the real deal, sweetheart. I guess I'll just have to show you again.”

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sets this down and curls up in bed

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Late one night, and Merhib found himself out of the manor on a walk.

He wanted a moment to himself, out in the town and with fresh air entering his lungs, not dusty books and papers covered in ink.

Ghost was back at the manor with Johnny, taking care of the baby the two were now left to raise. Merhib found himself treating him less as a son and more as a baby brother. Upon this thought, Merhib began to ponder if Ghost viewed him as a son.

A child to help.

He didn’t know if that was unprofessional or not. Well, he did, but he didn’t know if allowing that feeling was okay or not.

Merhib shook his head at the memories of family he already had. A mother who loved him but had to stay away and passed away when he was fourteen, a father who hated him and beat his maids, a half-sister born to another maid, a grandfather who hated him as much as his father did (and often did not acknowledge his existence)… if Ghost and Johnny would be his family, Merhib was beginning to think it would be a welcomed change.

Lost in his thoughts, Merhib didn’t notice the shadowy figures watching him from the alleyways.

Merhib went down to the shore, watching the waves gently rise at the beach, and let out a sigh. He looked up at the night sky, and a flash of a memory came to him. His fifteenth birthday, the singer he met, who he taught about constellations and gave a rose to… where was she now?

Maybe she was looking up at the same sky and thinking of him.

No. Too foolish. Too much of a fantasy.

Letting out another sigh, Merhib suddenly felt someone grab him and another put a gag in his mouth. The lord tried to scream and yell for help, trying tug himself free, but his captors held him too strong, too firm. He felt ropes tie around his wrists and he tried to kick up at one of the men.

He felt something smack the back of his head and everything went black.

The next moment he opened his eyes, he saw pirates hovering over him. He tried to scream out again, he started moving but his legs were tied like his hands. One of the pirates slipped off his glasses and tossed them aside.

“So this is the one who hates all pirates, huh?”

“All those lords and ladies do. But especially those with the Collins name.” Merhib found himself in a panic. He tried to shake himself free. The four pirates only laughed at him.

“Look at ‘im squirmin’ around,” another scoffed.

“Enough of this,” another pirate grumbled heavily. Merhib saw him cleaning off something with a cloth. The pirate pulled it away to reveal a dagger. Merhib’s heart was pounding out of his chest. “Time for the real show. Slit the throat and keep the head as a prize.” Merhib kept trying to scream for help despite the gag in his mouth.

The dagger was put against his throat.

The door slammed open.

“Captain Neva?!”

Merhib thought the name was familiar.

“You dare harm another person here, and you’ll be the next people with your throats slit,” the woman said. The pirates looked at each other nervously. “Let him go.” The pirates stood still. Neva moved past them to the table Merhib was lying on, grabbed her sword, and Merhib shut his eyes tight in fear of her harming him.

The sword came down against the ropes at his ankles and wrists.

She pulled the gag out of his mouth and put his glasses back on him. The lord coughed loudly from the cotton cloth and blinked at being able to see clearly again. Neva helped him sit up. The pirates stared at Neva in fear and did nothing as she helped Merhib. He looked at the pirates, then at Neva.

“You’re afraid of a woman?” Merhib asked. Neva glared at him and the pirates frowned. Neva moved intimidatingly close to Merhib. Their noses almost touched.

“Yes, they are,” she said. “And for good reason. I can tie you back up in three seconds flat and slit your throat without any play or hesitation unlike these ones.” Merhib almost panicked again and gulped. Neva drew back and looked at the pirates.

“Don’t let me catch you, the rest of your crew, your captain, or your ship in these waters again,” Neva grumbled. “Understand?” The lead in the group tried to speak, but Neva pointed her sword at his neck, her jaw clenched and her chest with a low rumble. “Understand?”

“Yes,” he pushed the sword down slowly and carefully. She gestured for the pirates to exit, then looked back to Merhib on the table. She slid her sword back into its holding and picked Merhib up. He looked surprised then frowned at her.

“I can walk for myself,” he said. Neva looked at him, shrugged, and dropped him back on the floor, making the lord yelp.

“Suit yourself,” she hummed with a little smirk. “But follow me. I’ll take you off their ship and make sure you get home safe.” Merhib stood up and dusted himself off.

“Aren’t you a pirate, too?” he asked, “How can I trust you?”

“I don’t know,” Neva shrugged, hands on her belt, “maybe it’s because I saved your life?” Merhib went quiet. “And if you think anything of what I said about hurting you, I don’t hurt people unless I have to.” Merhib was quiet. She opened the door and gestured for Merhib to follow. With no other choice, he did.

He hadn’t even realized he was on a pirate ship, that he had been kidnapped the whole way aboard. Neva led him off, the other pirates standing straight and still in fear. Any glare at Merhib was met with one from Neva, making them look down at the floor.

Once at shore, Neva lead him further away from the docks to be sure no pirates were planning to harm him. Merhib looked up the hill at his home.

“You don’t have to walk me the whole way,” he turned to face the captain. “Thank you for saving my life, though.”

“You’re welcome,” Neva nodded, “But I’m not sure it’s safe just yet. Those pirates could still be crawling down the alleyways. They’ll leave if you’re with me. Besides, I’m sure you’re gonna collapse any second.”

“From what?” Merhib raised a brow. Neva held back a giggle and smirked.

“From being knocked out over the head? Tied up and gagged? Shock of almost being killed?” Neva listed a few reasons. She looked Merhib up and down for a moment, then, “And the fact that you’re limping anyway and are clearly hurt.”

“What?” Merhib blinked. He looked at his leg, noting it wasn’t particularly in the best shape. The edges of his pants were torn, as were parts of his coat and cloak. Neva patted her shoulder.

“Lean on me,” she said. “I’ll help you back. You live up at that hill?”

“Uh-huh,” Merhib murmured. Neva pulled his arm over her shoulders and began to lead him back up to his home.

Merhib looked at her hair, long at her shoulders. It had a familiar color, with a tinge of red he couldn’t forget. Her skin was light brown, her lips looked soft, her eyes kind and familiar. She was familiar.

Neva looked at him, noticing his dark curls, messy that reminded her of the boy she once met. His glasses, his quiet demeanor, his—

“What did they want with you?”

His eyes. Those teal-blue ones.

“Kill me for being a lord,” Merhib grumbled. “Our history for trying to stop pirates.”

“Pirates like them?”

“All pirates. They all make chaos.”

“Even the ones who save your life?” Neva raised a brow. Merhib fell quiet. A tinge of guilt made his pulse jump. “You know, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, as the saying goes. My crew isn’t like that. My friends’ crews aren’t like that. The Pirate Alliance isn’t like that at all. We try and help.”

“Pirate Alliance?” Merhib scrunched up his nose. Neva smiled.

“The AB Pirate Alliance,” she hummed. “Never heard of it?”

“No,” he whispered. Neva shrugged casually.

“I guess you’ll know now, huh?” she teased. “Don’t worry, I didn’t know them before I was part of them. It’s a long story of how I got here. Being a pirate captain, I mean.”

“What’s your name?” Merhib asked. Neva looked into his eyes again. A memory flooded back to him.

“Funny,” she chuckled, “I remember you knowing it when we first met.” Merhib felt his heart get caught in his chest.

“Nevada—”

“Most people call me Neva. Or, Captain Neva now.” Merhib smiled shyly, an excitement he was trying to contain.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Me neither,” Neva smiled. But at the gates of the manor, the two looked up at it then back at each other. “But I guess this is when we have to part ways again.”

“We don’t have to,” Merhib quickly responded. Flustered by his action, he cleared his throat anxiously (oh god it still scratched from yelling and the cotton), and tried to stand straighter. “I mean… this doesn’t have to be goodbye again. We could… w-we could see each other again! Where do you live?”

“Pock Point,” Neva said, “It’s a little ways away from here, a secret place for only those in the Alliance. Besides, if I come here too often, my crew will get suspicious. And what would they think if I was… if I was…”

“Seeing me?” Merhib asked. Neva nodded. She slid her hat off, revealing the hair, still soft and beautiful, even with the passage of time, even with what she had been through. “And everyone would think it odd of me, as well. Especially because… you’re not…”

“I know,” Neva sighed. “It… was what made me not pursue you after the ball. I thought it would be impossible for us. Now, things are more impossible.” Merhib gently took hold of one of Neva’s hands.

“I’m willing to beat the impossible,” he looked her in the eyes, serious but kind and loving. Neva smiled gently. “We can write to each other.”

“I’ll write to you first,” Neva squeezed his hand gently, “So you know where my home is. There might be pauses when I’m sailing…” she looked down at his hand, then looked back up at Merhib with a smile, “but maybe when I’m out and close enough, I can manage secret trips to see you.”

“I would like that,” Merhib smiled. He gently stroked back a lock of Neva’s hair. He looked up at the manor gate, squinting at the garden in the back. A wider smile crossed his face. “Follow me.”

Running back behind the manor (or rather as close as they could with Merhib still being hurt), the young lord reached through the bars of the gate and plucked another rose for Neva. He held it out to her. She smiled at it, noting it’s color: burgundy.

“What does this one mean?” Neva teased. Merhib smiled down at the captain, with genuine love and care in his eyes.

“Undying love and unconscious beauty,” he whispered. He cupped Neva’s face. Her heart skipped a beat, but both closed their eyes and shared a kiss. The two slowly pulled back and stared at each other for a moment, before they felt giggles crawl up in them. They tried to hold it back for a moment, then both laughed together.

Merhib noticed a light inside the house and Johnny’s sounds or attempts to speak. He looked back at Neva and kissed her cheek.

“I have to go,” he said. “But this isn’t goodbye.”

“I know,” Neva smiled. “I’ll write to you. I promise. Just check everyday.”

“Goodnight, Neva,” Merhib stood on his own, pressing his forehead against Neva’s. She closed her eyes and breathed, holding the rose to her chest.

“Goodnight, Merhib,” she whispered back. She gently pulled away and began the path back down to the docks. Merhib was in shock that she had been real. That she was back.

That she remembered.

That she still loved him.

“My Lord!” Ghost called out a window, spotting the young man and bouncing Johnny in his arms, “What are you doing out there? Come inside! I was worried sick!”

Merhib nodded and managed his way back to the front of the house and unlocked the gate, before collapsing in front of the manor. Ghost heard him fall. Merhib heard him gasp and shout his name.

———

“A goodnight’s rest?” Ghost carried a tray with breakfast and tea for Merhib inside his room. The lord woke up groggily and looked at his wrist, wrapped up in a bandage.

“As good as it could have been,” he sighed. “My wrist hurts. What happened after I tried to come inside?”

“Well, you collapsed,” Ghost set the tray in front of Merhib, the young man quietly eating and listening, “and so I set Johnny down in the crib and came after you. You were out cold. I got you to stand up, but I suppose you were so out of it, you don’t remember. I got you back into your room, set you on the bed, and started to bandage up your wounds. I let you sleep and I still don’t know what happened. Perhaps you can answer that for me.” Merhib nearly choked on his roll.

“Uh,” he tried to think, taking a sip from his tea, “I went on my walk. And then… these pirates attacked me. Knocked me over the head, tied me up, and took me on their ship. They were ready to slit my throat and take my head.”

“Goodness gracious,” Ghost shook his head, his eyes wide in shock. “You were nearly killed! And again, by those dastardly…”

“But I’m alive!” Merhib stopped Ghost. After speaking with Neva, something didn’t sit right with him when speaking ill of pirates. “I’m alive.”

“Yes,” Ghost sighed, “but how did you escape?”

“It was… a string of events,” Merhib gave a sheepish smile. “But that’s not important. I’m alive and alright.”

“I wouldn’t say alright,” Ghost grumbled. “Ah, well. Finish up your breakfast and I’ll fix up your bandages, my Lord.”

“Thank you,” Merhib murmured. The steward left him to his meal. Merhib cupped the tea in his hand, gently and quiet, taking a deep breath of its scent, and drank it quietly.

He glanced over to his window, but the curtains were closed to block the sunlight from stirring him. But he wanted to see the water.

He wanted to see her sail away.

—

“Captain,” a pirate came up to Neva, causing her to gasp softly, “we’re ready to set sail. Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course,” Neva nodded. “Let the voyage begin, back straight to Pock Point. I’ll be up on the deck shortly.”

“Yes, Captain,” the pirate bowed and made her exit. Neva watched her go and waited for the door to her quarters to click shut. Once it did, she turned back to her desk and looked at the flower Merhib had given her last night.

She let out a happy sigh and hum, picking it up from her vase and pressing it to her chest.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” she whispered to it. She began to hum a song to herself, feeling the Songbird begin its voyage.

—

With his bandages newly applied and him dressed, Merhib turned to exit his bedroom, but stopped for a single moment. In his hesitation, he slowly turned around to his window.

He pulled back the dark velvet-like curtains and opened up the window to step out into the balcony. Breathing in the morning air, he felt the sea breeze blow through his curls. Merhib set his arms against the edge of the balcony, ignoring the minor jolts of pain from his wrists. He watched the crystal waters shimmer with the morning sun, the ships at the docks to deliver, to take, and—

and there was Neva’s ship.

He could only guess, but it was different than the others. It wasn’t the pirate ship he had been taken on, that was long gone. But her ship was bigger than the other boats. It had to be her.

Merhib watched her ship sail away from view and found himself rubbing his hands gently, soothingly. Loving and longingly.

“I’ll wait for you,” he murmured. “No matter how long it takes.”

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