#as any good friend slash uncle would do I am making fun of her over it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

themadlostgirl · 3 years

Text

Chaotic Coupling

*FINALLY! This f**king request took so f**king long! It matter not now because I finally finished it. It is also really long so hopefully that helps make up for how long it took. I do not mean it lightly when I say it is long. This took up 14 pages in google drive. You have been warned.*

Prompt: Reader is the goddess of chaos exiled to the Underworld. It is plenty boring but then she meets the recently deceased Peter Pan. He seems like he could be fun!

Requested by: anon

Warnings: language

~~~

What is more sweet than chaos? What is more freeing then giving into desire? What is a life if one does not indulge in their sins?

Boring. Tedious. Peaceful.

Not at all fun.

Y/N was a goddess of chaos. Messing with mortals by causing trouble and anarchy wherever she went. It was chaotic and threw mortals into a hysteria but that was not how Y/N saw it. Oh no. When she looked down and saw what her actions had wrought she only saw beauty. The anger, confusion, sadness, and raw untethered emotion bursting from every lifeform like a volcano. She loved it.

Unfortunately the other gods did not. She was warned hundreds of times to stop causing such blatant and unneeded mess around the globe but she never listened. It was not like the gods ever punished her. The world would always need a little chaos. Trying to contain it would only build it up until it was unleashed like a hellstorm causing much more damage than she ever could by herself. She almost wanted them to detain her just so she could see what her release of chaotic energy would do to the world.

That was not what happened. After centuries of warnings the gods did finally punish her. She was not put in a crate like a pup as she had almost secretly hoped. The gods were smarter than that. Instead she was put on a leash. Banished to the Underworld to help her Uncle Hades. Her presence would still be felt throughout the world but she could not incite anything truly chaotic as long as she was regulated to the Underworld.

At first she tried to keep her head up. Though she had never visited the Underworld she had to believe it would be fun. It was where all dead souls went. Good and bad. They may be dead but that didn’t mean they were free from chaos.

As she soon learned though nothing she did made much of a difference in the Underworld. Her Uncle Hades ran a tight ship so she could never get away with anything too bad. How could this punishment get anymore boring? She was practically debasing herself with these petty squabbles among the dead. It was humiliating and it was boring! What she would give to be able to leave but so long as she was under Hades watchful eye there was no escape.

It was another miserable day in what was essentially hell. Y/N was taking a walk along the street of the town Hades had modeled the Underworld to. All of the sudden a new soul materialized in the center of the square. That was nothing new. New souls appeared all the time. There was something kind of off about this one though. They had an energy about them that practically made her mouth water. Who exactly had died?

She made her way over to them. “Hello there,” She said and the soul turned sharp on his heel. It was a boy. Young. Disheveled brown hair and piercing green eyes blown wide like a cornered lion. “You have some bite don’t you?”

“Who are you?” He snarled.

“I’m Y/N. Goddess of Chaos and unwilling permanent tenant here in the Underworld.” She stalked around him assessing him up and down. “And you are?” She reached a hand out to touch him. He grabbed her by the wrist halting her. He pulled her closer his eyes hard like stones and his words dripping with malice

“Don’t touch me,” He growled.

Y/N chuckled. “You are fun.” She inhaled deeply, “You absolutely reek of it.”

“What?”

“My beautiful chaos. It’s been so long since I’ve caught a whiff of such potent mayhem. Far more intoxicating than any wine.”

“Get away from me,” The boy shoved her off, “Insane woman.”

“You would be insane too if you were stuck here for centuries unable to have any real fun.” She followed after him, unperturbed. “Well I guess you are now.”

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m bored. Duh. Also, I still haven’t learned your name my delicious little anarchist morsel.”

“Stop talking to me like that. My name is Peter Pan.”

“Hm,”

“What now?”

“Such a boring name for someone who absolutely reeks of pandemonium. Care if I call you something more interesting? Like Balthazar or Zebulon.”

“No.”

“No fun.”

That seemed to irk him and he reared on her with a fury. “You do not know who you are talking to. I have fun more than anyone. The world is my board and everyone else in it are pawns.”

“Really? Cause you seem straight boring now. Peter Pan. Blech, and here I had such high hopes for you.”

“Oh woe is you. So sorry to disappoint Your goddess-ness. Unless you can get me out of here then I have no use for you.”

“If I can’t get out of here then there’s no chance you can. If you decide you want to stop being such a stick in the mud come find me. I live in the clocktower.” With that she walked away. Such a shame. She had gotten her hopes up for a minute just for him to let her down. She wondered what he had done in his life that made him smell so delicious though. Oh wait! She could!

She entered the library and went to the secret section in the back. No one could enter here except for gods. Millions of books lined the shelves. The life stories of everyone that had ever lived. “Peter Pan.” She said his name and waited as a book levitated off of one of the many shelves and flew into her hands. “Let’s see what is so interesting about this Peter fellow.”

Lots of reading later and Y/N understood better exactly who she was dealing with. This Peter Pan was a lot like her. Living on his own island doing whatever it was that he wanted. Instigating violence and anarchy in the name of fun. He was also far older than he appeared. Since time stood still on his island, his Neverland, he lived for hundreds of years without growing older. How had she missed such a place? It sounded like somewhere she would have thrived.

It was almost eerie how similar the two were. At least in the context of his book. The real thing seemed a lot more boring. Perhaps that was due to him dying. Death just took the life out of everyone. Metaphorically speaking.

A few days went by of Y/N stalking Peter to see what he would do. After reading through his novel she was sure he’d be one of those that roughed it in the wilderness but to her surprise he took up residence in a secondhand shop. Why there?

Curiosity overtook her and she went inside the shop. Pretty little trinkets long ago lost lined the shelves and glass cases. Something stood out to her amongst all the sparkly treasures. A doll. A simple straw doll with a little blue coat on it. It stood proudly on a pedestal all by itself. What was so precious about this?

She took the doll off the pedestal to inspect it further.

“Drop it.” A cold voice demanded. There was Peter Pan behind one of the cases. His eyes narrowed at her.

“What? This?” She waved the doll, “If you don’t want people touching it you should really put it somewhere more secure than a pedestal in the middle of the room.”

“I said, drop it.” Peter urged again. Y/N didn’t miss the hint of panic in his voice.

“What if I don’t want to?” She produced a flame from her finger, “What if I burnt it to a crisp instead? It’s awfully dry. It’ll be ash in seconds.”

“Put it down!” Peter roared, he had jumped the case and in a split second had a dagger pressed to her throat. “Now!”

“Why is this so special to you?” She asked. He pressed the blade closer to her neck, not saying a word. Something clicked in Y/N’s head right then. A mention of a doll in Peter’s book. A smile creeped back onto her face.

“It’s your doll. The only toy and the only friend you ever had until you came to Neverland.” She extinguished the flame on her finger. “How sentimental.”

“How did--how did you--”

“I know everything now, Peter Pan.” A shadow passed over his face, “And I mean everything. The mother that never wanted you, the orphanage, the fairy that guarded you, your attempts to go back and have a real family failing year after year until you decided you were too old to be anyone’s son again--”

“AGH!” He slashed her throat but not a mark was left on her skin. Not a drop of blood.

“Now that was rude,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I think I’m owed an apology.”

“But how did…” Peter stared at the dagger.

“Seems you need a reminder.” Y/N took him by the throat. The doll and dagger clattering to the ground as she hoisted him into the air. “I am a goddess. The Goddess of Chaos. Did you really think it would be that easy to kill me?”

He clawed at her hands but they were like stone around his throat. “Remember this Peter Pan, my body takes an insane amount of power to break. Yours, not so much. So remember your place in this world. You are no leader here. You are no threat. You are my toy and I can throw you away whenever I want. So either be a good toy or I will destroy you.” She dropped him. He collapsed to the ground gasping for breath.

“This was fun,” She knelt down next to him and pulled his chin up to look at her, “I’ll be back to play again.” She left a kiss on his forehead. “Farewell.”

Y/N did not go back to see Peter Pan again for several days. For days she watched him stew in his paranoia. Constantly looking over his shoulder like a frightened deer everywhere he went. He liked games. Y/N knew that much. But it looked like he wasn’t having as much as she was with this latest one. Every so often she would walk by him on the street, acting like she hadn’t noticed but all the while watching him from the corner of her eye. He got so tense when he saw her but never withdrew. He would glare at her until she passed.

It was fun having someone to torture like this again. He still had fight in him.

Then came the morning everything changed. Y/N was walking along the street as she usually did this time of day when she noticed Peter exiting the diner. What luck!

“Good morning!” She sidled up next to him, “Got some breakfast did you?”

He didn’t reply. Just shoved his hands deeper in his pockets and kept walking.

“Oh come now, it’s no fun if you don’t reply.” Y/N said, “If you don’t say anything I’ll just take it as a challenge.”

Nothing.

“Fine.” She sighed, “I just thought you’d like someone to talk to. You don’t talk to anyone around here. I think the only person I’ve seen you talk to is my uncle and that was only once. Don’t you find it boring doing this routine everyday? Don’t you want to try something new? We can have a lot of fun if you would just remove that stick up your ass. What happened to the fun boy full of mayhem that I read about? Did he die when you did? I wouldn’t think death would change a person so drastically. People usually retain their personalities from when they were living into their death but not you. You are more boring than watching grass grow and trust me, there is no grass growing here. You are as boring as watching non-growing grass. Isn’t that sad? I think--”

“SHUT UP!” Peter shoved her hard against the wall of a store. His arm was pressed against her neck pinning her in place. “Leave me alone!”

“Ha!” She laughed, “I told you I could get you to talk.”

“There has got to be a way to kill you.” He muttered.

Y/N smiled. Peter’s arm dug into her neck harder. “Stop smiling.”

“You have fire,” She grinned wider, “I like fire.”

Something clicked in his head. His grip on her easing. She figured that would get his attention. He backed away from her slowly. Y/N turned to a potted bush next to the store window. Peter watched her with a growing sense of interest.

“Don’t you like fire too?” She produced a spark in her hand and flicked it at the flower bush. “One little spark of fire and from that spark it grows. It grows, it spreads, it devours everything in its path leaving behind nothing but torment in its beautiful inferno. It’s the most breathtaking form of destruction I’ve ever come across.”

“You’re kinda crazy aren’t you?” Peter asked, watching as the flower bush was consumed by the flames.

“Perhaps.” she fluttered a hand over the fire making it grow faster. “Being the goddess of chaos kinda does that. I thrive off of disorganization and pandemonium. It would only make too much sense that’s what my mind is like as well. I may be impulsive but that doesn’t make me dumb. You have to find the right nerve to hit to maximize your effect. Groom them with little incidents of mayhem here and there. Then, when the timing is right you hit them where it’ll hurt most and watch the beauty unfold before you. Just like a flame can engulf an entire forest, one perfectly hit nerve can destroy an empire.”

“What do you do when it’s all in ashes then?” Peter asked.

“Not my area. I can bring civilizations down but I’ve never really put much thought into raising new ones up. That’s what the rest of my family is for. They take the ashes of what I have done and create new life. It’s an endless circle of life and death. Gods, I miss it.”

She stared deep into the fire.

“Is that what you’ve been doing with me? Bothering me with little annoyances for days on end before trying to strike that nerve that would drive me insane?”

“A bit.” She shrugged, “Not a fan?”

“Not really, but I guess that’s the point.” He sighed, “I think we’re a lot alike actually.”

“I thought the same thing while I was reading through your book. Did death really suck all the fun out of you?”

“Not much fun to be had here. None of my boys are here, I have magic but there’s nothing for me to control outside of a stupid little shop, and the residents are insanely dull and sad. I fear that you have been my only form of entertainment since I got down here.” Peter waved his hand and the flame from the one flower pot jumped into the next catching that one on fire as well. “What did you mean when you were talking about my book?”

“Oh, there is a portion of the library only accessible to gods. It holds books that contain the entire lives of everyone who has ever lived. I read through yours. That’s how I know everything about you.”

“I see…”

“Would you like to see it?”

“Sure,” He nodded. “Don’t think this means that I like you now or anything. You’re merely the most interesting thing here at the moment.”

“Which is precisely why you do like me.” She elbowed him, “Come, I think you’ll like this place.”

They went to the library and Y/N entered into the area reserved to gods. Peter pouted outside since he couldn’t get past the invisible barrier that shielded him from entering. Y/N grabbed his book and returned with it. “See?”

“Do the gods have these as well?”

“Yes, but they are kept on Olympus. Did you want to read mine?”

“I thought it only fair seeing as how you read my entire life story.”

“Well you would be reading mine for a long time. I do a great many things and I have lived far longer than you have. There’s no need for you to read my book though. Whatever you would like to know you simply have to ask. I have no secrets.”

“Forgive me if I don’t trust anyone who is that open about their past. No secrets? At all?”

“There is nothing I have done in my life that I feel ashamed or embarrassed about.”

“I believe that.” A grin started to spread on his face, an idea latching in his mind, “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have anything personal that you’d rather not share. Acts of wrath and embarrassing moments aren’t something you would feel bad about sharing. Intimate moments though, personal moments, that’s where you clam up.”

“Is this your clever way of trying to dig into my exciting love life?” She smirked. “Afraid I don’t have any secrets there either.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand. I don’t care about any past lovers. I can tell what really gets to you.” Peter stepped closer, “Your family.”

“I don’t care about my family.” Y/N said, she tried to sound casual but his tone gave her pause.

“Yes. You’ve said so. They kicked you out and it is dreadfully boring down in the underworld. But beyond that, you miss them. The only one down here is Hades and I doubt he’s great company. But the other gods and goddess, your other family, even though they banished you here you still yearn to be a part of their world.”

“You don’t know anything.” Y/N’s voice was quiet. She hadn’t expected him to turn the conversation around on her like this.

“I know a lot actually.” Peter continued, “And what I know best is when someone is lost. You may be the Goddess of Chaos but you know what I see? I see the same sadness and desperation that many of my boys wore on my island. You are just a lost little girl crying for your family.”

She hadn’t realized she threw the punch until she saw Peter collapse on the floor. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were shaking. This boy had drilled down into the very core of her being with no effort. He had seen through her as plainly as glass. It was unnerving and she may have reacted a tad harshly to his assessment.

“Punched by a goddess,” Peter stood up again, rubbing at his jaw, “Can honestly say that’s something I hadn’t expected to happen in my life, er, death I guess.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Hardly. Figured you were gonna react like that.” He sighed, “Still not the worst hit I’ve ever taken.”

“You are a strange boy.”

“It’s what keeps me interesting.” He collected the book that had fallen from his hands off the floor.

“Does this mean you still want to kill me?”

“I’m debating it.” He said. “This interaction doesn’t change the fact that you are incredibly annoying.”

“Hurtful but accurate.” Y/N shrugged as she made her way to the stairs that led up to the clocktower. “In another life I think we could have been a very good team.”

She paused. She turned around and saw that Peter had the same look of contemplation. Their eyes met and twin smiles sprouted on their faces. “Is this my magic at work or are we on the same page?” Y/N asked.

“I believe we are.” Peter approached her, “Neither of us wants to be trapped in the Underworld and neither of us individually has the power to escape. But if we work together…”

“We can escape this hellhole.” Y/N finished. “Think you can survive teaming up with me long enough to get out of here?”

“If it means freedom then I will be at your side until we both see the blue sky once again.” He held out a hand, “Partners?”

“Partners.” She shook his hand, “This is going to be so much fun!”

Time passed quickly after Peter and Y/N teamed up to find a way to escape the Underworld. Y/N already had a headstart on research since she spent so much time when she was first banished here finding a way out. She shared her findings with Peter and the two spent days pouring over every detail that looked like it could be useful.

With no need to sleep or eat in the Underworld they would spend several days straight huddled in the library plotting their escape. In between all their research and brainstorming sessions Y/N got to know Peter Pan beyond what she had read in his book and in return he got to know her. They were closer. He still said she was the most annoying thing in all the realms and she teased him often when he got too serious.

When things got especially tense and they needed to blow off steam they would go out together and cause mischief in town. They even snuck into Hades’ office once and stole some of his decanters of fancy liquor. For the first time in a very long time Y/N was truly having fun. Torturing and messing with souls was all well and good but she found she was actually enjoying her time with Peter. She was laughing a lot more with him. Peter himself seemed to grow more at ease with her with every passing day.

Before she had even realized it their begrudging partnership to find a way out of the Underworld had blossomed into friendship. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she had a friend. She couldn’t remember if she ever did. No one had ever wanted to be very close to her. Causing chaos wherever you go, even unintentionally, threw people off. It never bothered Peter though. He called her annoying but he smiled and laughed at the havoc that naturally happened around her. He played along with it.

“Good morning, Chaos,” Peter let himself into her clocktower bedroom. “Got you a muffin from the diner.” He tossed her a paper bag.

“Thanks.” She caught it. “So, look at this thing I found. So we know that the only way anyone can get out of here is if Hades opens a portal, right? Well, apparently it isn’t solely Hades that can open portals out of the Underworld. Any god can by either being more powerful than Hades like Zeus or by usurping him as the ruler of the Underworld.”

“So you could open a portal out of here?”

“Theoretically yes. But we would have to usurp my uncle.”

“I think we can take him together.”

“No. Here’s the problem. The only way for us to usurp him is to kill him and it is hilariously, nearly impossible, to kill a god.”

“But there is a possibility?”

“I mean I guess but it is hardly a viable option. The only way I know how to kill a god is with the Olympian Crystal which Uncle Hades keeps heavily protected. It is also broken with no way to fix it. Trust me, he brought it out once for me to try and fix but I couldn’t do anything.”

Peter pondered it for a minute. “Okay, you couldn’t fix it all by yourself but what if we tried combining our powers? Do you think that could do it?”

“Maybe. Hades and I tried together once but he said it wouldn’t work since his heart isn’t beating.”

“What does that have to do with--”

“It was part of his own banishment. He can’t leave the Underworld unless his heart starts beating again or something like that. So even though he has the means his dead heart keeps him trapped like us.”

“Alright, is he tied to the crystal in any way? Is there any way he could track it if it went missing?”

“No. So long as it is broken he shouldn’t be able to find it. Why? Plan on stealing it?”

“Yes.”

“Stealing my uncle’s most prized possession from right under his nose, sounds risky...I love it!”

“I thought you would.” Peter grinned, “Seems that for the first time we have a real plan. I say this calls for a celebration.”

“Not too premature?” She asked.

“Well, if we fuck it up then we are both doomed so we might as well celebrate now before anything potentially goes wrong.” He pulled what was left of the liquor they stole from Hades out.

“I won’t object to that.” She took a sip before passing the decanter back to Peter. She stared wistfully out of the clocktower window and sighed. “It’s so strange,” Y/N said, “To be this close to freedom. I have so many memories of the world above but they feel more and more like fantasies I’ve created than something I was ever a part of. I don’t even know what I would do when I get up there. Where would I go?”

“You’re more than welcome to come cause havoc on Neverland if you’d like.” Peter said. “Give my boys a challenge.”

“You really want me on your island? The most annoying being in all the realms?” She teased.

“If you happen to be near at least.” He smiled, softer. “I’d blame it on the liquor but it doesn’t affect us so I guess I’m just gonna have to say this.”

“Say what?”

“I think I am actually gonna miss you when we get out of here.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Chaos.”

“I suppose I’d miss you too.” Y/N shook her head, “I take that back, I know that I’ll miss you.”

“Well that’s enough mushy stuff,” Peter said quickly, dropping his gaze, “We have a crystal to steal after all.”

“Right, of course,” Y/N nodded.

More time passed and Y/N found herself in a new and frightening headspace. She was confused. All her life she had lived through chaos, so much so that it was what she was named the goddess of. Anarchy was where she was most comfortable but yet, when that same pandemonium she thrived in was pushed inward she didn’t know what to do. She could do well in chaos because she always had a focus point. Herself. She was the eye of the storm. She was safe while everything happened around her.

So why did it feel like she was caught in the hurricane?

It had all started that day she and Peter had decided to steal the crystal and usurp Hades. Something about that day disturbed her. When she looked at Peter now her mind wandered. When he sat close enough to touch, her brain burnt out. Yet nothing had changed.

No. That wasn’t entirely true. At some point during all their scheming Y/N had grown to really care about Peter. She’d even call him a friend. When she thought of her life outside of the Underworld she couldn’t think of one where she wasn’t hanging out with him. She already missed him and he wasn’t even gone yet.

What was wrong with her?

Whatever it was it would have to wait. She had a mission now. It was finally the day. After tons of careful and meticulous planning they were going to steal the crystal. Peter was serving as a distraction for Hades while Y/N snuck in and bypassed the traps and wards Hades had around the crystal. She figured she’d have five maybe ten minutes max to get in and get out before Hades got bored of Peter and came back. That’s if she didn’t trip one of his traps first.

By the time she finally got the safe unlocked her whole body was sweating and shaking from nerves. She had come so close and now all she had to do was grab it and get out. She took down the last ward and grabbed the pieces of the crystal and shoved them into her bag before slamming the safe closed and putting the wards back up as quickly as she could.

And done. Phew. Now all she had to do was get out.

“Now this is a surprise.” Y/N froze. Damn. She had taken too long. She poofed the bag away to her room in the clocktower before turning to meet her uncle.

“Hello, hope you don’t mind that I popped in.” She said as casually as she could. “Life up top was getting dreadfully boring.”

“I would say so, it is a rare thing for you to come visit me.” He scanned her up and down, “What entertainment do you think I can provide?”

“I don’t know. You have the billiard table. Care to play?”

“Not now.” He shooed her, “I have work to do so you can scamper along and torment some other poor soul.”

“Boo! You really are the god of the dead.” She stuck her tongue out at him. In the next instant she reappeared in her room. She collapsed back on the bed in relief. Hades didn’t suspect anything.

She heard the sound of pounding footsteps and Peter barged in. “Did you get it?”

Y/N held up the bad with pieces inside. “Who do you take me for?”

“Yes!” Peter was so happy he lifted her off the bed and into the air in a tight hug, “We’re gonna get out of here!”

And the inner turmoil was back. Heat crawled up her neck and burned her face. Had Peter ever held her like this before? Why did it feel so nice to be in his arms?

Just as quick as it started Peter dropped her back to her feet and reached around her for the bag. He pulled out the pieces and set them on the bed, looking over them carefully. He was talking about how it looked like it should be an easy fix but there were other logistics to take into account and whole lot of other technical mumbo jumbo that she really didn’t care about. Well, not so much cared about but couldn’t bring herself to comprehend since her mind was still being tossed around in a tornado of unfamiliar feelings.

“Hey” Peter shook her shoulder, “Were you listening?”

“Spaced out. What were you saying?” She asked.

“I tried a spell on my own but it did nothing. Care to try with me this time like we planned?”

“Got it.” Y/N took her spot next to him and stared down at the broken pieces of crystal. She picked up one and Peter picked up the other. “Here goes nothing.”

They faced each other and started the spell. She was channeling all of her power into it, willing the crystal to come together. This had to work. It just had to. The spell died and when she looked down she frowned at the still broken crystal in her hands.

No. No! It was supposed to work! This was supposed to work! She slid down to the ground, her half of the crystal laying limply in her hands. Peter knelt down with her.

“It didn’t work.” She muttered, “It didn’t work, Peter. We went through all of this and our one way out of here is still just a hunk of junk!”

“We’re never going to see the world above again.” Tears started to slip from her eyes and down her cheeks.

“Don’t say that,” Peter tilted her chin up. His large green eyes bore into her. “We are not giving up now. Not after we have come this far. We are going to see that big blue sky again, Y/N. I swear it.”

“How? We have no other way to get out of here unless we kill Hades and we can’t kill him without this crystal.”

“We’ll find a way. We will not rest until we get out of here. I don’t care how long it takes. Do you wanna know why?” He brushed the tears from her eyes, “Because I want us to go on adventures together. I want to see what you can really do when you can let chaos run free. I want to show you my home. I want you to see Neverland. I want us to have fun together outside of here.”

“Peter…” The whirlwind within me started to ebb, “I want that too.”

“And hey, in the meantime, we can still have fun together right here.” He smiled.

That’s when it hit her. What that chaos reigning inside her really was. Why it felt so strange yet so pleasant at the same time.

“I love you.” She said.

Peter blinked at her. “Huh?”

She grabbed his face and brought him closer so her nose touched his, “I love you, Peter Pan.”

He didn’t respond. Not with words at least. The distance between them, as small as it was, closed and she felt his lips brush against hers in hesitant kiss. She pulled him closer again and the kiss deepened. The spark that ran through her felt like a bolt of lightning and she should know since she had been struck by one of Zeus’ blasts before. This was a lot better though and it certainly didn’t leave a coppery feeling in her mouth.

A flash of light made them break apart. Down at their knees was the Olympian Crystal in one piece. Y/N picked it up. She could feel the power running through it. “But how did…?”

“Through the most powerful magic of all. Something that not even a god could compare to.” Peter grinned, “True love.”

“Are you saying that we have true love?” Y/N teased. Truthfully the thought made her want to jump up and down but she would never admit it.

“Seems so. Only makes sense that I would fall in love with the goddess of chaos.” Peter ruffled her hair. “And she made the unfortunate decision to love me back.”

“Why’s that unfortunate?” Y/N asked.

“Cause now you’re stuck with me forever, Chaos.” He pulled her into his arms.

“I think I can live with that.” She kissed him again. She held up the crystal with a wicked smile. “Now, my love, how do you feel about killing a god for our first date?”

“Sounds perfect to me.” He matched her insane smile. They were going to have so much fun!

#peter pan ouat #ouat peter pan #ouat #neverland #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #request

149 notes · View notes

mk-wizard · 3 years

Text

Are any of the Burns LGBTQA?

Hello, Transformers fans. Today’s topic is a question raised by the fabulous @petrichornial and considering that LGBTQA fanfiction is very popular in the Transformers lore, it does raise the question if any of the characters in Rescue Bots officially are. Before I get into my honest, respectful analysis, I want to make things crystal clear;

I think the concept of being LGBTQA being sin is not only ignorant, but also false. If the Lord had a problem with them, he wouldn’t keep putting them on this Earth. His concern is if we are good and the fact that LGBTQA people are capable of love is proof of goodness.

This is not an attack on slash fanfiction. Just because something isn’t or most likely isn’t true doesn’t mean you can’t have fun in your own AU fanfic. With that said, anyone who uses this article here as an attack on other fans who write slash fanfiction involving the Burns will be reported by me first. Yes, some slash fanfiction has unhealthy and sometimes, criminal undertones, but most doesn’t and most fans of it are harmless, so just leave them alone if you don’t like what they write.

Anyway, I will start by saying that I am absolutely sure that none of the Burns including uncle Woodrow are transgender, genderfluid or non-binary. We have seen them show enough skin to be able to tell that they are all born with the genders they identify as and there is no talk or scenes of them taking anything transgender people who have undergone surgery would still need. Also, none of them identify with the “they/them” pronoun. Each one of them identifies as “he/him” or “she/her” and consistently only identifies that way. So all this evidence tells us that none of them are non-binary or genderfluid and I am very sure none of them are transgender or intersex.

Now, we get into the gray area which is orientation and to do this analysis properly, I will observe each family member individually. First up is the head of the household and the star Chief Charlie Burns.

Charlie Burns has only shown a romantic interest in women as he was at one time married to a woman and he even got involved with a nurse during the course of the series, so he most definitely likes women. He is also very progressive as well as open minded as he welcomed aliens into his home and grew to love them as family, his best friend Doc Greene is black and he always shown kindness to everyone regardless of who or what they are. He is also confident enough to be openly in tuned with his masculine and feminine as he loves to wear that apron that has the torso of a woman in bikini on it. However, if he is so obvious about who is and has the confidence to put it on display this blatantly, I think it is very likely that he is straight as he has only shown a romantic interest in women and if he also had one in men, we would know by now. While I have no doubt that he would be very accepting if any of his kids, friends or relatives were gay/lesbian/bisexual, he is clearly not gay or bisexual himself. He is straight though clearly not narrow.

Next up is Kade Burns who we know for sure isn’t gay at least because he most certainly and shamelessly is head over heels for Hayley. Despite not being the sharpest tool in the shed or handling romance with an outdated approach, it is clear as day that his feelings towards Hayley are deep and he values what they have no matter how many times he fumbles. So he is most certainly not gay. With that all said, there is a small fraction of a chance that he might be bisexual or pansexual. While he has never shown a romantic interest in anyone who was not a woman or just not Hayley, the possibility is there and knowing how macho and insecure Kade can be, he would be in the closet about it in the beginning.

Then we have Dani Burns who like Kade, cannot be a homosexual because she had a very real relationship with Taylor despite it being complicated and at times, on the verge of not working out. She clearly can be attracted to men so she is not a lesbian. However, like her older brother, it is possible that maybe she is bisexual or pansexual, though if she was, she would be open about it because Dani is a lot like their father Charlie. She is open and proud about who she is, so if she does swing either of those ways and we just did not get the chance to see it, she would not hide it.

Next up is the heroic nerd Graham who like the others listed so far is also not a homosexual because he too has been in a romantic relationship with someone of the opposite gender who might add is also a great match for him: Amy. So that puts that to rest. Like Kade and Dani, it is possible that he is bisexual or pansexual, but we never got a chance to see it. If he did swing either way, like Dani, he would most likely be open about it simply because Graham is pretty easy going about what he is for the most part.

Now, the wild cards start coming out. When it comes to orientation, Cody Burns is a blank slate because he’s just a child. He is not romantically aware yet altogether, so the idea of dating or kissing anyone disgusts him in general. Also, his relationship with Frankie Greene is clearly just them being best friends and it is heavily implied in the series that it will never be anything beyond that. However, I recall that in one episode where he was physically aged into an adult, he displayed disgust when Hayley kissed him. It could simply be that he still had the mind and emotionally maturity of a little boy so romantic gestures would be off putting to him. Mind you, it could have been a sign that he could be or rather, will turn out to be gay or asexual when he matures. In Rescue Bot Academy, Cody is a teenager and has no interest in girls or romance in general which backs up the possibility that he might be asexual. Or like me (I’m straight if you’re curious), he is simply a late bloomer when it comes to being romantically aware and will not show in interest in relationships until his adult years. In short, Cody is to officially be determined, but there are some possible flags that hint that he just might be asexual or gay. Like I said though, these are just possible little flags and officially, he’s still just a blank slate.

Lastly, we have Woodrow who we know for sure is single, always has been and remains so throughout the series’ run while showing no romantic interest to anyone altogether nor does he ever bring up ever having had a crush, ex or dream significant other. While it is never officially confirmed, evidence suggests that Woodrow is most likely asexual. It is possible that he can be something else on the list yet isn’t interested in a long term relationship, but if I had to wager, I would go with him being asexual.

And that concludes my analysis. Overall, the possibility of any of the Burns family being LGBTQA+ is there, but in very specific ways and when it comes to Charlie, the evidence suggests that he is as straight as they come. I hope my analysis was fair and respectful. Like I said, I could be wrong, but I am just going by the facts that I have before me.

Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think of this theory. And please, have a good day and stay safe.

PS: Support LGBTQA+ rights. Like I mentioned before, if you have the capacity for love, that alone is proof of goodness within and this group is not the exception. They merit just as much kindness, respect and decency as any other people do.

63 notes · View notes

divine-motion · 4 years

Photo

don’t fucking interact if you ship t/cest and minor/adult ships

more shitty phone photos of sketchbook sketches for my tmnt fan incarnation/tmnt 2012 rewrite bc i have no shame and i’m having fun with it! pictures should have captions since i spent time writing them out, but tumblr might mess it up, so in case captions doesn’t work: 1. left to right: leo, donatello up, raphael down, michelangelo 2. Casey Jones up top, April O’Neil to the right, donatello in the middle and karai at the bottom 3. casey and don again, raphael to the left, mikey at the bottom just bc i liked how their their expressions turned out and didn’t want a bunch of negative space so don and case appear again 4. size chart featuring turtles. left to right: leo, don, mikey, raph 5. sketchy Slash design. big boy.

general thoughts character stuff below the Keep Reading. A Lot of rambling below so beware!!

April: 15 years old, trans and bi. local fifteen year old telepath finds out that not everyone is able to feel what other people are feeling, something she’s been able to do since she was six after she played in that one weirdly glowy puddle (early Kraang mutagen attempt that only managed to mutate April in the sense that it gave her telepathy, was originally intended to make humans become part of the Kraang hivemind). she’s largely unfazed by the existence of mutants and aliens, taking it in stride, and finds out about the Kraang - and meets the turtles - while snooping around TCRI business (aspiring journalist that she is) and accidentally witnessing the mutation of Snakeweed. her telepathy, which later as she grows in power alongside the turtles extends to telekinesis and basically possession, is very useful whenever she gets into a scrap since she can predict what moves her opponent will make, thus letting her dodge their blows effectively. personality wise she is a very determined and driven young girl, incredibly curious (and cannot mind her own business, she wants to know all the drama while not having to be part of it... which makes her very fortunate to be a telepath. listen she’s 15 she’s allowed to misuse her powers a little bit. as a treat.), playful, and cheerful, and she’s an extroverted autistic. in her spare time between her studies, she likes to play bass, sing, read, and write. that, and investigating whatever shady business is going on in town, and she makes it very clear to the turtles that even if they weren’t going to deal with the Kraang, she’d continue to try to stop them herself. she would like to not live under the threat of her or her loved ones getting mutated, thank you very much! and, you know, it’s kind of exciting. kind of.

i know it’s bc i have brain issues when it comes to parent figures but i am very much leaning towards Splinter not being... a good dad. i don’t think 2012 Splinter is a good dad anyways but i’d probably amp it up, make him a mix of 2012 and idw probably. i’m still mulling it over but like, remember in the season 1 finale when leo is watching his show and thinks the captain guy making a totally unnecessary sacrifice is a heroic move, and then Splinter tells leo (his fifteen year old child) that leo should know what or who to sacrifice, more or less telling him to sacrifice his brothers’ lives, potentially?? i know there was a lot at stake but hello??? i remember watching it and being like me: ah i see, this is showing that splinter is wrong and there is no need for any sacrifices as seen in the show when the captain Goes Down With His Ship for no reason other than just sacrificing himself, and leo will see that- leo: *tries to sacrifice himself twice in the finale, both times being kind of unnecessary/seemed like if he had just hurried or done something slightly different there would be no need to stay behind, and he gets out fine with no consequences, seemingly no injuries, and does Not learn anything, his brothers don’t even get sad when they think he died or get mad at him for pulling such a dumb move) me: surprised_pikachu.jpeg

like that moment haunts me. has any other splinter told their sons to sacrifice himself or his brothers? has any other splinter put that on them??? idw doesn’t count if he has bc he’s more explicitly supposed to be bad so???

sometimes writers think they’ve made an uncle iroh but they really, really, really haven’t. also his backstory is the same as in the show

anyways. Donatello: 15 years old, bog turtle, nonbinary (he/they, doesn’t mind being called brother but doesn’t like to be called “boy” or “girl” or whatever), bi. he isn’t in love with April. no creepy incel shit here. donnie is instead more like a mix between his Rise and 2003 self. he has trouble expressing himself and is pretty introverted, but he is very altruistic, kind, and compassionate. a lot of his inventions are made to help people and he was driven to learn about science and engineering because he wants to find a way to reverse splinter’s mutation, to give splinter his life and humanity back. he feels like he needs to know if splinter would just abandon them if he wasn’t a huge rat man, needs to know if there’s any part of splinter that blames them for being constant reminders of his mutation. other than that, he also likes to make inventions because he’s a dreamer and wants to experiment to see how much of the unknown he can push beyond. also, the best liar out of the turtles. also fairly good at compromising and prefers to solve conflicts without violence he can get a little... “obnoxious 15 year old genius” at times. even when he’s helpful it can come off as a bit “poor dear isn’t as smart as me”, and while he usually gets along well with Raph, he doesn’t handle Raph’s temper well at all (calls him “Wrathael/Wrath” and thinks he’s being super clever) and gets really dismissive of Raph’s “outbursts”.

Michelangelo: 13 years old, diamondback terrapin, unsure about the gender and sexuality thing but he doesn’t think he’s exactly cis and definitely not straight. a bouncy ball of sunshine and surprising emotional maturity and emotional intelligence! more so than his emotionally constipated brothers, at least. it’s on his thirteenth birthday (it was leo’s idea for them to pick dates that would let them have their own birthdays instead of sharing the “Mutation Day”, Mutation Day being another special “holiday”) that the Plot would be set in motion, as he’s finally allowed to go to the surface same as his brothers, and on this first night out they meet April and the Kraang and other mutants. he is a goof still, but he’s capable in his own right and gets frustrated when people treat him like a baby or an idiot because he’s not. he doesn’t always treat everything with the seriousness it should but like. he’s thirteen, he’s having fun. even so, he’s very insistent of taking responsibility whenever he does do something wrong and gets mad if someone tries to take the blame for something he’s done. definitely the most compassionate and empathetic out of the turtles, he’s quick to make friends and is very persuasive due to his earnest nature and good heart. much like donnie, he prefers to solve conflict without violence but does enjoy knocking skulls a lot more than donnie. unlike donnie, though, he is almost overly forgiving and not petty at all. he’s well aware that his kindness and forgiveness may be taken advantage of, but he still likes to approach people with an open hand, even if he knows that it may end up getting bitten. oh, and his hobbies include drawing, cooking, singing, and dancing. he likes to express himself!

Raphael: 14 years old, mississippi map turtle, trans, bi. all his fury is compressed within his tiny body, that’s why he’s so angry all the time! no, he’s not angry all the time, but he does have a short fuse. he absolutely hates his anger issues which leads to a lot of self-loathing, and a lot of frustration as his family members either don’t take his anger seriously or don’t have the tools to help him with it. he’s the physically strongest out of the bunch and the least agile. he loves animals and plants a lot and keeps a lot of flowers in his room, hoping that he can one day become a gardener. as his idw self, he wants to watch things grow, but no matter what he does he seems to be best at destroying things. he’s also the one most self-conscious about how the human world perceives them, as he greatly fears rejection, and is the first one to see something positive with people getting mutated - namely, that maybe this way mutants will be more well known and finally accepted by society, so he’ll no longer be trapped in the sewer until the end of his days. so yeah, he’s a huge optimist, in truth. also he’s great at knitting - great at creating and taking care of things in general - and there’s no leo and raph rivalry this time around. he can get mad at leo but not really more than he gets with his other brothers.

Casey: 15 years old, nonbinary (they/them), bi. teen vigilante who gets inspired to fight mutants and the big time criminals (no beating up pickpockets or shoplifters or whatever, just the ones that are really hurting people) and gets roped into the turtle fam after meeting raph and becoming unexpected friends (everyone was expecting it, once Casey realized that mutants are people and not weird monsters. well, not all the time, anyways). they struggle a bit in school not because of a lack of trying but a lack of time, as their parents work full time jobs and someone has to take care of casey’s little sister. their parents are very loving, but they only have so much time, so casey takes it upon themselves to take care of their little sister when their parents are busy and/or burned out from work. that, and they run into the classic dilemma of vigilante work clashing with school work. as always, they have a short fuse, they’re pretty cocky, they like beating ass, and they like hockey a whole lot. hockey, vigilante work, school, and taking care of their little sister... yeah, they have a lot on their plate. oh, and making their little inventions like the taser glove and their puck bombs, something that they bond with donnie over.

Leonardo: 17 years old, Central American wood turtle, trans, gay. he doesn’t fall in love with his sister oh my god. ahem. so, leo is raised from the start to be a Leader and has to mature very quickly, learning to be an adult way earlier than he should’ve, and as such he is very stoic and quiet, and doesn’t seem to have any hobbies, instead just doing chores and training almost constantly, and when he’s not doing that he’s reading or sleeping in his free time. he’s incredibly protective of his younger brothers and his other allies/friends, even if he acts distant and detached most of the time, and removes himself from situations where they’re having fun to not be the stick in the mud. he loves his brothers and admires them greatly, believing they could be So Much if the surface world would just accept them, and as a result he tries to be The Soldier so his brothers won’t have to. alas, they still get caught up in the Kraang and Shredder business, which frustrates him internally. he is the best fighter out of the turtles on account of having more years to train (and convincing Splinter to wait a few more years before they got Real training bc Come On Dude They’re Kids) but it’s the Only thing he’s good at, along with stealth and his sharp eyes. he absolutely sucks at talking when it isn’t about a mission or something he can script easily in his head. in his mind, he’s supposed to be more of a weapon than a person, an idea that isn’t exactly encouraged by Splinter... but not exactly discouraged either. his arc would be very paralleled with Karai’s, as they would both learn to hate their dads... also, absolutely down for murder, and a lawful neutral at best, putting his family and friends’ safety above all other things and following a strict personal code. doesn’t care too much for society’s laws, though.

Karai: 16 years old, demigirl, lesbian. same backstory as in the show, she’s born as Miwa but gets taken by Oroku Saki and raised as his daughter. however, she doesn’t exactly want revenge against Hamato Yoshi because she believes that he killed her mother. she never knew her mother, so it’s much more difficult to hate someone for taking her mother away, even if it does mean that she never got to know her mother. especially since her father rarely spoke of what her mother was like, and much more about how much he hates Yoshi. instead, her need for revenge is more for the possibly idyllic life she was robbed of, since she believes that maybe, just maybe, her father Saki would’ve been a kind father that would’ve let her have a normal childhood and not be molded into a warrior from the start if her mother still lived. and hey, maybe Tang Shen would be a nice mom too. being trained in the art of deception, Karai has a tendency to talk a lot and say very little, or at least very little that is true. she is rarely ever sincere and acts as if she’s taking nothing seriously, which is part of her defense mechanism to never let anyone close or see her true self. she mocks pretty much everyone, ally and enemy alike, but especially likes to make fun of her father’s henchmen and is always the first to point out their failures. while she does value honor to some extent, she is a bit “flimsy” when it comes to loyalty, especially after the truth about her father is revealed. when that is revealed, she at first just feels very numb, learning that not only has she been nothing but a tool and a weapon for the Shredder from the very start, but also that the idyllic fantasy where her mother still lived, perhaps her life wouldn’t be so different after all. she looks at leonardo and sees a reflection of herself, that her “real” father chose to train his sons the same way the Shredder trained her. she feels stupid for feeling like she’s been robbed of even a fantasy, but it still enrages her. of course, this also inspires her to stay with the Foot Clan... just to get the kill on Shredder.

... yeah. that got long. ahem. i’m very passionate about this unfortunately!! anyways i might draw/write more for it because no one can stop me and i’m having fun

#tmnt #leonardo #donatello #raphael #michelangelo #april o'neil #casey jones #karai #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au

45 notes · View notes

ladybugsfanfics · 5 years

Text

Shut Up And Kiss Me [2/?] | Tom Hiddleston x reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: Mulitchapther

WC: 2864

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with.

POV: Tom Hiddleston

If you want to be added/removed from the taglist, please let me know ^_^

Previous | Series Masterlist | Part Three

“Remember that I’m always available to answer questions.” Tom packs his book into his bag. “Have a lovely weekend.”

As the students rush out of the classroom, Tom notices a shadow leaning against the doorway. He smiles towards it and walks up with light steps.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” he asks Benedict.

The older man rolls his eyes. “You’re babysitting and I had to make sure you actually got out of the classroom this time,” replies Benedict. “You have persistent students.”

Tom chuckles. “I don’t believe anyone has that much to ask after the first week. There are some limits.” They walk out of the lecture hall and continue further down the hall to Tom’s office.

“Sure, some limits,” replies Benedict. “Like, you supposedly slashing Y/N’s tire?”

“You can’t possibly believe I did that.” Tom shakes his head and as they reach his office door, locks it open and walk in. “No matter what she says, I didn’t do it.”

Benedict smiles. “I know.” The man sits down on Tom’s couch. “What’s going on in that department, though? Team teaching is highly uncommon in this day and age.”

“It happened. Neither are too happy about it, but it’ll have to do.” Tom gathers his things, which is only a coat and a scarf. “Our biggest problem is we have to cooperate outside as well. It is highly annoying to have an email correspondence with someone who is passive aggressive every other sentence.”

That has Benedict laugh. “That doesn’t surprise me, not the least.” He stands up and puts a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “But, please, if you ever start shouting at each other during one of the classes, make sure I’m contacted somehow, or that someone films it. I would really love to see.”

Tom rolls his eyes with a slight smile. “Tell that to my students and they’ll gladly do so. Any excuse to use their phone during class. Any excuse to film something hilarious. They are still young, Benedict, of course they’ll comply.”

“They better. I might need blackmail in the future, or possibly just some proof.”

Before Tom can answer, a groan comes from the office next door. Benedict, the ever loving gentleman, walks over to the door of the office and knocks. Tom locks his own and follows his friend. It might turn out to be good TV.

“Come in.” Y/N’s voice comes as an annoyed sigh.

Benedict opens the door and reveal the woman sitting on top of her desk looking down at papers scattered on the floor.

“No further, please.” She looks up at them. “I’m trying to figure this shit out, but it’s a pain in the ass.”

“What is this…?” Benedict gestured to the papers on the floor.

Y/N hops down from her desk and walks around the mess on the floor. She takes Benedict’s hand and lead him carefully to a place where he can get a good view. Tom stands still, even if he wanted to see what she’s doing, there is now way she will let him.

“Okay, see this.” She lets go of Ben’s hand and gestures to a part of the mess. “It makes a pattern with this.” She gestures to another part. “And, like, you could say I’m mad for deciding to use my Friday night for some stupid history thing I saw online and decided to try because I can understand it, but honestly, it’s quite exciting what I have figured out.”

Benedict looks up and meets Tom’s gaze. “What exactly is it?” the man asks and diverts his gaze back to Y/N.

She shrugs. “I’m not sure yet, but it has to do with Norse mythology. Specifically Loki and I find that highly interesting. Plus, if I can figure this out, maybe I can do some research during the year because I miss having something extra. Miss having more than just classes.”

“Then do it. Figure it out and present it to the board.” Benedict gives her a smile and puts a hand on her shoulder. “Any help you need, just ask.”

“Thanks.” Y/N returns the smile. “Now, if you would be so kind as to leave, I might have to order some food and I don’t want anyone to take it.” She looks up and her gaze meets Tom’s.

He lets out a ‘pfft’ and stops leaning in the doorway. “Good luck,” he says and looks over at Benedict, who carefully (read: barely) manages to get out of the small room without screwing up Y/N’s work so far.

“Have fun, Y/N,” says Benedict as he closes her door. She doesn’t answer, and as Benedict has his back to Tom, he rolls his eyes.

“Uncle Tom,” Kit tugs at Tom’s hand. He looks down at four year old with a smile. “Can we have jelly now?”

Tom ruffles his hair. “Yes.” He stands up and holds out his hand for Kit to take, something the boy does. “Let’s go get some jelly.”

It takes Tom a few moments and each kid (except the baby) as a bowl of strawberry jelly. Kit looks up at Tom before he takes a bite. “Why don’t you eat, too?” he asks.

“It’s not really my thing. Enjoy it. There is still more if you want when you’re done.” He smiles at the four year old, who nods as if that was a very good idea and then takes a spoonful and eats. Hal, sitting closer to Tom, eats as well but much messier. Nor did he wait to figure out if Tom wanted any.

Tom smiles. Babysitting has never been the thing he enjoys the most, but he offers if Benedict asks. Though he is relieved the baby is sleeping, and has been since he came.

He’s dragged out of his thoughts―and the quiet that comes with the kids eating―by the doorbell. Hal doesn’t seem to care but Kit shoots up. The four year old puts down his bowl and spoon and races to the door. Tom chuckles and smiles and follows the boy to the front door.

“―your father here?”

He halts at the familiarity of the voice, but continues. In the hallway, Kit stands with the door open, his arms on Y/N’s shoulders as she crouches and smiles at the kid. She looks up as she hears the steps.

“No, daddy isn’t home.” Kit looks to Tom. “But Uncle Tom is, can you talk to him?”

Y/N smiles at Kit and stands up. “I don’t think so, but if you want to listen I can talk to you?” The smiles she gives Kit has the kid grin wide-eyed at her and nod. “When’s Benedict coming back?”

Tom’s gaze meets Y/N’s as she asks the question. “Some time tonight. I’m not certain,” he replies.

“It’s date night then?” She raises a brow.

Tom nods. “What is it you want?” In front of Kit, he doesn’t want to be hostile to Y/N, but keeping the annoyance out of his voice is harder than he thought it would be. During class, he doesn’t have to think about it as much as the students usually doesn’t hear their annoyed whispers.

“He said if I needed any help I could ask, so here I am.” She gives him a tight smile. “Seems I came at the wrong time.”

Kit takes Y/N’s hand in his. “But, Auntie Y/N, you can talk to me.” The kid beams at her and Tom’s head pushes the words Auntie Y/N?! into the center of his thoughts. “Please, I love your stories.”

Y/N nods. “Of course, kiddo.” She ruffles his hair and takes of her shoes. Kit drags the professor with him into the living room and Tom, reluctantly, pads after.

In his confusion, he sends a text to Benedict. Y/N is here. Kit called er Auntie? She says she came to ask you for help. He doesn’t expect a reply, not soon anyway. And as he sits down again, seeing Y/N with Kit in her lap and Hal having moved to sit by her side, he hopes the baby starts crying so he can get away. The smile on her face as she talks, the genuine love she shows the two boys, and the way both Kit and Hal listen intently as she talks, has his gut churn.

Must be fun ;) She knows the kids as well as you, Kit started calling her Auntie when he learned to talk. We’ll be home around midnight, hope you behave :)

Tom sighs at the reply from Benedict. The clock has turned nine thirty. Hal and Kit had fallen asleep on the couch. He and Y/N had taken one of them each and tucked them in. Which was right at the moment when the baby had woken up and started wailing.

Fortunately for Tom, Y/N is good with children. The baby hasn’t gone back to sleep, but at least he doesn't have to endure the wailing. They sit in the living room. The TV runs in the background, a small sound and something Tom can keep his gaze on. In a chair by the couch, Y/N sits with the baby in her arms.

“So,” Y/N looks at Tom who diverts his gaze to her, “since you’re here and alone, you don’t have anyone I’m guessing?”

Tom frowns. “Have someone?” he asks.

“You know. A girlfriend, wife, lover.” She puts an emphasis on the last word and smiles.

“No, I don’t. And why do you care?”

She huffs. “Oh, no, just like to know things I can use.” Something tugs at the end of her lips as she looks at him.

“How do you suspect you can use this? I’m not hiding it.” Tom raises a brow her way and licks his lips.

She shrugs. “Oh, you know, there are rumors that you’re single, that you’re involved, and that you,” she coughs, “like being available so that more students pick your classes.”

Tom scoffs. “I don’t do that.”

She lets out a laugh. “I know. I just like being able to pepper in.”

“Oh, so that’s what you need Benedict’s help with? Information on me.” He raises his brows.

She shakes her head. “Oh, no. I need his help with that thing you saw earlier. But, hey, thanks for the idea.” She smiles at him. “Hadn’t figured the best person to ask for help on how to get information was the person himself.”

Tom rolls his eyes. “He won’t tell on me. You will have no more than when you ask.” Unfortunately, he knows Benedict and knows Benedict thrives on their rivalry.

“You’d be surprised how much he’s already let slip.” She smirks at him.

“Do tell.” He leans forward.

“Okay, here goes.” She sits up, changing the position of the baby. “I have many stories of all the plays you’ve been in. You went to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art and wanted to be an actor but it didn’t pan out and with your intense interest in literature, you decided to pursue that instead. I know you suck at maths.” With a grin, she nods at him. “And I know, and this is the best story of all, that the rumors about you and a younger girl―she was a student but had graduated―dated for a three month period, is true. I also know that is one of the reasons so many girls have hopes that you might actually date them eventually.”

Tom leans back and scoffs. “You’re obsession is showing, Y/N. Maybe time to put your energy elsewhere?” He does not want to admit that it struck a core. Not the dating story, but rather his acting dream. Also, the number of mails he had by the end of a semester with the words I would like to inform you that I am no longer associated as a student with the university where getting old.

“My obsession is to make your reputation flush down the toilet, and so far, I’m actually succeeding.” Y/N smiles at him and leans back, yet again changing the position of the baby. “If only you knew how well this shared class thing will work for me at length, you would be scared.”

He gives her a sure-that-seems-true smile. God, the woman knows how to get on someone’s nerves.

The moment they hear the front door open, Y/N shoots out of her seat and hurriedly walks to the hallway. Tom turns off the TV and follows after, only to be rushed past again by Y/N dragging Benedict after her.

He finds Sophie alone in the hallway, taking of a pair of high heels. “How was the evening?” he asks and holds out a hand for her to lean on.

She takes it and smiles at him. “It was lovely. How have the kids treated you?” She chuckles. “How has Y/N treated you?”

“They were no problem. Fell asleep easily even,” he replies. “Y/N on the other hand was not easy. She did not want to leave without talking to Benedict and I don’t know why.”

Sophie shakes her head with a smile and lets go of his hand. “I still don’t understand what this thing is going on with you two. When did it start?”

“About a year after she started working there. Second Christmas Party. I have to admit I don’t remember exactly why she got mad, but I remember her getting mad and it continuing on. It turned into whatever this is.” Tom sighs, knowing exactly what he did and that Y/N’s anger is misdirected.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t think I remember that party too well.” Sophie nods. “It’s a few years ago now, many other things have happened since then.”

Tom nods in agreement. “Anyways, it’s late and I have a dog to walk before I get to bed. Say bye to Ben for me, will you?” He gives her a kiss on the cheek which she returns.

“I will. Take care and say hi to Bobby from me,” she says with a smile.

“I will.” He puts on his shoes and coat, and grabs his scarf. “Bye,” he says, smiles and slips out of the door and into the chill September evening.

Letitia Wright Creative Writing weekly story

Hi, professor Hiddleston

About the weekly short story we are writing. I can’t really think of anything to write about. I know it’s late, but I thought you would be good help. So far I have one word, which is I.

Help is much appreciated. I would very much like some ideas on how to get ideas. Thank you in advance.

Best regards, Letitia Wright

P.S. Have a good weekend!

Tom makes a mental note to answer the mail in the morning. He makes a reminder on his phone as well, just in case, and puts it down on the nightstand. The whole day had given him a headache and he was ready for a weekend where he could relax.

He ruffles Bobby’s head, who sleeps down by his feet, and turns of the nightstand lamp. The room turns dark and Tom tucks himself under the duvet. He closes his eyes with the need for sleep, but it doesn’t come.

In the end, he gets up and out of bed. He finds a glass in the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. A yawn escapes as he leans against the counter, but despite it, he doesn’t really feel tired.

He finishes the glass of water and, instead of going back to bed, replies to Ms. Wright’s email. As he hits send, he sees he has a new one. Only a glance at the sender’s name has him see it says Y/N Y/L/N.

With a sigh, he clicks it.

Y/N Y/L/N Tuesday’s class

Hiddleston

I would like to speak to you about the next class. I would like us to be better prepared and have discussed what we want out of the seventy five minutes we have.

Some suggestions;

We could have a little grammar session or something that helps knowing when a sentence flows or not

A brainstorming activity to help get the weekly stories afloat

You tell them you’ll leave the class to me and I go ahead and do the thing I want to do, which is have them use each other (two and two) to write a dialogue scene. First just the dialogue and then the rest follows. And then later discuss how that differentiates from when one person writes everything, both with flow and subject area.

Don’t expect you to reply right away, and you are allowed to think about it. Please let me know by Monday morning.

Y/N Y/LN 020 **** **** Y/I/Y/L/N@*****.co.uk

P.S. You have a dog?

Tom rolls his eyes and turns of his laptop. With that annoyance, he finds himself more tired. This time, as he tucks into his duvet and closes his eyes, he’s out like a light.

Taglist: @plooffairy @inlovewith3 @mindlesschicca @bookgirlunicorn @just-the-hiddles @jennytwoshoes @lokissidehoe @fruitfly123 @devilbat @princetale @scorpionchild81 @noplacelikehome77 @winterisakiller @lostsoldieronahill @nonsensicalobsessions @cherrygeek86 @louhpstuff @olyamoriarty @sunshinein17 @kthemarsian @kumikowi @secretcupcakekitty @buckygrantbarnes @josis-teacup @runawaygiirl @januarycalendargirl @funny-fangirl @kinghiddlestonanddixon @scorpiomindfuck @adefectivedetective @dr-kayleigh-dh

Bold in the taglist are people tumblr won’t let me mention, send me a message and we’ll try to fix the problem ^_^

168 notes · View notes

zukoromantic · 5 years

Text

Late Secret Santa 2018

So I am technically a week too late with this, but better late than never... right??

MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES!!!

This is for the DuckTales secret santa thing and I got @im-sacred67 !! (They seem like a really cool person, I hope you have a merry christmas my friend uwu!) Along with a couple of other things they enhoy the Webby x Lena which is mY JAM so here we go.

So at this point Webby and ONLY Webby knows that Lena is her shadow. I went for that as I didn't want to fill this thing with my angsty headcanons, I figured that wouldn't make for a nice tone as a gift. SO HERE WE GO I GUESS??I hope you somehow enjoy this, whoops

-----------------------------------------

"Webby, that's... still not actually how you're supposed to do it, I told you." Huey cringed at the sight of Webby landing safely in front of him after decorating the giant Christmas tree in a way that others would have considered 'dangerous'.

Dewey who had been hanging some candy canes on the lower branches of the tree took a few steps back until he was standing next to his brother. He took a look at their work. "I think it looks awesome", was all he commented.

One look at Huey made Webby be able to tell he was more than ready to contradict that statement. Before even being able to open his bill however, Donald approached from behind and wrapped his arms around the two of the trio.

"Ooh", he started, "we're not gonna fight on Christmas day. I think the tree looks-", he paused for a second. "Um, very pretty!"

Webby had to supress a grin at Huey rolling his eyes.

"Don't be so down, Hubert. There is no wrong way to get Christmas spirit into the house. Or - the mansion I guess."

In that moment the door was being opened in a loud manner.

"Hey everyone!"

"Hey Launchpad!", Dewey greeted him back.

"The tree's looking great once again!", the pilot said.

Webby watched as everyone started talking and chatting about this special gathering. She decided this was the perfect time to withdraw from the group. "I'm, uh, gonna go", she said, knowing nobody noticed anyway during the mess that their talking seemed like.

Without anyone following her she went upstairs to her room. Once she had entered she locked the door and breathed out in relief.

As she took a few steps forward she made sure to keep an eye on her shadow until the light was behind her in a way that made it appear on the wall in front of her.

"Lena?"

No response.

"Lena", Webby said now with more certainty. "I know you can hear me."

She watched as her own shadow started to change its figure and turned into the silhouette of her best friend. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight by now yet it still never failed to amaze her.

Even when she started to speak it gave Webby a weird feeling. "What is it?", she asked, slight anger in het voice.

"Lena, do you really not want to celebrate Christmas with us? It's gonna be so much fun, I promise!"

Lena sighed. "Webby, I really don't. You know I never celebrated Christmas before and I don't want to make everything awkward. Besides, do you think now is the right time to tell everyone that the shadow of your uncle's greatest enemy is still around? In... in a way at least..."

A frown formed upon Webby's face. So far Lena had not wanted to tell anyone that she was still present. She had said that she didn't want to upset anyone. At least not yet. Webby knew that was stupid and still she had to respect her best friend's decision. However that did not mean she couldn't try and talk her into reason.

"But it's so magical!", she insisted. The Duck family had seen more questionable things during their adventures, an old friend returning would not spoil the mood, she was convinced. Celebrating without the whole family present - or at least as present as could be - did not feel right. Lena was a part of the family, despite what she thought.

"I believe you... I just don't feel like it, okay?"

Even by the few features that her friend had been left with Webby could see the sadness on her face. She sighed in defeat. What was the point? She wasn't going to convince Lena any time soon. And even if she could she didn't want to force her friend into doing something that she didn't feel well about. She sat down onto the red carpet of her room and just stared at the ground. "I guess I just really want you to have fun again. You know, like back before the whole Magica-taking-over-thing."

"What?", Lena asked, judging by her voice a bit shocked. "No, no, I am having fun, believe me! Don't worry about me!"

Webby raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Because being trapped in the two-dimensional world of shadows without interacting with anyone is so much fun?"

"I am interacting. With you. Remember? Besides, do you have any idea how terrible it was to constantly have aunt Magica - I mean, Magica at your throat? I wasn't free either back then, I constantly had the pressure of listening to every single stupid word she said. Now I can hang out with you and don't have to worry about her anymore in any way. It's like a vacation to be honest."

Though even the motivating look on Lena's face couldn't quite bring Webby to smile. "But - wouldn't you rather spend your time with your family? And I'm not talking about Magica. I mean the family you actually belong to. You know, us."

"You know, you keep saying I'm a part of the family. What makes you even say that? What do I even have to do with all of you in your eyes? I mean, yes the triplets are nice and I did talk to Scrooge and your grandma a bit, but - the only person I'm actually, you know, close to, is..." Lena didn't finish her sentence. She looked away. Webby wasn't sure if shadows could cry. But if they could, she was pretty sure Lena was close to it. The sadness, almost fear, in her eyes made Webby feel a stabbing pain in her chest. Lena really thought she did not fit into this family. This huge crazy family. With nephews, housekeepers and butlers. With pilots slash drivers and granddaughters of employees. Why wouldn't someone who saved all of them from certain doom and - more importantly - a close friend who meant a lot to them not have a place in this? Why couldn't Lena see that? Why didn't she see how amazing and special she really was?

"You know what?", Webby asked. "If you don't want to celebrate Christmas with a big family, then let's just spend a little more time together now. Just the two of us. You are supposed to celebrate Christmas with the people you love the most after all." As soon as those last words left Webby's bill she felt her cheeks blushing a little. She wasn't even exactly sure why.

"But isn't everyone going to wonder where you are?", Lena asled with an undertone of slight disbelief.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we still have some time. They're quite the crowd so I don't think they'll realize I'm gone too soon. Besides we were only planning to eat dinner in, like, 45 minutes."

Lena gave it a short chuckle. A sound that made Webby's heart jump. "What's so funny?", she wanted to know, grinning already.

"Oh, nothing special. This only reminded me of our first meeting. When we ruined Ma Beagle's birthday and the triplets came looking for you because you weren't at the beach anymore. They were totally freaking out at the playground."

Webby couldn't help but laugh too. "Pfft, yeah, that was fun."

As quickly as the joy had found its way into Lena's eyes however, it left them again already. "We were always having fun. Before I met you, I didn't even know what 'having fun' actually meant." She chuckled again. "Sorry, I'm being super cheesy right now."

Webby looked into her eyes. "It's okay", she said, moving a bit closer to the wall that the silhouette of her friend could be seen on.

A few seconds they just sat there, looking into each other's eyes. Webby fully took the moment in.

"Lena?", she broke the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I miss you. I miss you a lot." Webby felt like she was close to tearing up. It was true. She missed her friend so much it hurt. She missed her everyday. Every time she saw the triplets having a good time, every time she was having a good time herself. It always reminded her of how Lena couldn't be having such a good time along side her. It just didn't feel right. If they were supposed to be a team how could she be having fun while Lena was trapped on walls and floors, only catching a glimpse of this world's beauty and colors. It wasn't fair. She wished she could just tell uncle Scrooge and they would all find a solution together. After all, as one of the most famous adventurers of all time - and probably the oldest duck in the world - he had to be able to figure something out. If only Lena would let them.

"You don't have to miss me. I'm right here, remember? Actually, as your shadow, we're now closer than ever. No reason to be down", Lena was trying to cheer her up.

"I know. But you're not really... You know, actually here." Webby placed her right hand on the wall next to the image of her friend. A compassionate look on her face, Lena slowly put her own hand in that spot. It might have been her imagination but Webby was sure she could feel the hand touching her own.

"Trust me, I am here. And I mean - I'm more than honored to be your shadow."

Webby was going to smile at the comment, but she just couldn't. Not the loving words could fill the slight feeling of emptiness inside her chest. She knew it was ridiculous. Lena was right after all. She was around. Webby didn't actually need to miss her. Yet she just couldn't help but feel sad. "I do believe you", she said. "I just wish you could be here. You know. Like for a hug."

Lena startled back at that last sentence and what had felt like her hand before was now nothing more than the cold wall. As a slight wave of disappointment overcame her, Webby removed her hand from the spot as well.

"I guess", Lena said and Webby wasn't sure but she felt like what she saw in her eyes now was guilt. Guilt? Because of what? Because of Webby? Did she feel bad for her now? That wasn't how things were supposed to be. Lena was the one who needed her life back, not her. After a split second however her expression changed into a slightly more positive look. "You know... I suppose tomorrow or whenever this whole Christmas thing is wrapped up, we could, I don't know, tell Scrooge about - this whole thing. If you want to that is."

Webby gasped in excitement. Though she was suspicious as to whether Lena was just saying this out of guilt or not. "You mean it?"

"Well, you probably do have a point, don't you? I mean maybe the old man can do something after all." She began to smile while she was speaking these words. But it wasn't a forced smile that was only trying to reassure Webby. Ahe knew that smile well. This was a true smile, she could tell. And it was this moment that made her be certain that Lena was not saying this simply out of guilt. She wasn't entirely sure what that look in her friend's eyes was however. If she had to choose she would have said it was hope. Hope that perhaps she would be able to actually be around again. Not just as a shadow but as a whole being. As herself.

Webby was overcome with such a sudden wave of joy, she would have hugged Lena if it had not been for the circumstances making it quite difficult.

"You won't regret it, I promise!"

"Let's hope so." And there she was again. There was the Lena that Webby knew. Not as sad, not as scared, not as sorry. Just Lena. The sassy girl who always managed to be cool and would always be able to think of a clever come-back to anything under any circumstances. Webby could not supress a grin. That was the Lena she wanted to see again, the Lena that she hoped she was going to see more often from now on. Once she regained her physical form everything would be fine like it used to be, except better. They could go back to going on their little adventures together and Lena would finally have a family. One that actually cared about her. One that made her feel home. With all those thoughts, Webby was almost sure she cared about Lena more than she herself did. Well somebody had to.

"So, I believe you should be heading back to the others then. We don't want them worrying too much again, do we?"

"You're probably right..."

It was hard for Webby to loose her gaze from her friend, but eventually she managed to step towards the door. Before unlocking it she gave Lena one last look. She smiled.

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too."

After she had opened the door and exited her room she checked if her friend was still there. But as she looked she had to realize that her shadow had gone back to its usual shape. There was no Lena. Just the result of the light not being able to enlighten the space behind her. It was funny to think about, considering she knew how much more to her shadow there really was. At least for now. If she was right, uncle Scrooge would know - or somehow find - a way to get Lena back her physical form. And if there was anything she was certain about as of this moment, it was that things would somehow work out. They would find a way. As family. After all, that's what they always did. That was just a fact.

Merry Christmas!!

#they so gay #lesbians #ducks #ducktales 2017 #weblena #webby vanderquack #webby x lena #my precious ducks #i loves them so much #they needs love #fanfiction #secret santa #secret santa 2018 #merry christmas #and a happy new year #btw #lena de spell

35 notes · View notes

elejah-wonderland · 5 years

Text

Love Hurts/5

Fanfiction

Part 5

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Summary: Y/N got a letter from a lawyer from New Orleans that she had inherited a part of Mikaelson Estate. She will go there to find out what it was about, and meet two brothers Elijah and Klaus, who also part own the Estate. Why will love hurt?

a/n: thanks for reading and liking. I appreciate it so very much. xoxo

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @goddessofthunder112 @elejahforever@captainshurley

_____

The next day

In her office, Camille took her phone and opened the gallery now viewing a photo of her and Elijah, a friend of hers took at the party.

"Finally, I got you."- she said with a big smile on her face.

"Got who?"- her associate Will Kinney asked as he entered the office.

"Elijah. I am engaged."- the blonde attorney said chirpily.

"Seriously? He proposed? I didn't see that one coming. I didn't think he would marry anyone after the whole Sabine disaster."- Will said.

"I am not anyone. And we've been together for a year."

"You mean he has been sleeping with you for a year"- Will said not pulling any punches.

"If you don't have anything nice to say keep your remarks to yourself"- Camille replied.

Will huffed away-"You're so infatuated with him, which- seriously I don't get at all-when will you open your eyes and see that he doesn't love you. That he never called you out, unless it is something he needed, or you are working on all his endless cases."

"What are you talking about? He asked me out"

"When?"- Will was relentless.

"Last night- we went to Borrega."- Camille replied.

"Cortez invited you- him- all of his family and friends. When did he send you flowers? Or when did you go out for a romantic dinner - or just out - you and him? And where is the diamond ring?"

Camille was quiet, and Will continued-"Never, right"

"Oh, just shut up!"- Camille now said feeling all tensed up, and now changed the subject asking him if he brought her the brief.

Seeing that he went too far, he now apologized-

"I've known you since college- and just want you to be happy."

"Then stop being so -just- let's talk about the case."- Camille said.

The attorney nodded and they proceeded with the work, him looking at the love of his life with pain on occasion wishing she was insanely in love with him.

¤¤¤¤

In the Mikaelson house,

Y/N woke up from the worst hang over ever. She looked at the clock and couldn't believe it was nearly two. Quickly she got into the shower and got dressed looking at her phone. There were loads of different messages. As she walked down she made a few calls, one of the most important and that was to her friend Bonnie.

"I will pick you up"- Y/N said.

On the other line, she heard Bonnie saying that she shouldn't trouble herself as she and Damon already arranged a car hire.

"Oh, good"- Y/N said venturing in the kitchen. Mary greeted her and as Y/N sat down on the table, the woman got a jug of a red drink out of the fridge giving it to the brunette.

"What is this?"- Y/N asked.

Klaus, who came venturing in said-"Mary's special Bloody Mary. It will bring you back to life in no time. It's magic."

Y/N looked at Mary and then at Klaus, who both now made gestures to her to drink this magical hangover potion.

"You need to get used to partying down here yet."- Klaus continued-"you got really smashed."

Y/N kept sipping down the drink now flashing back to the party.

Flashback

Gaspar now came to the table where, Elijah, Klaus, Y/N and Camille were sitting bringing a bottle of champagne to them.

"More champagne, didn't we just toast to Amelia?"- Klaus said surprised he brought a bottle to them.

Gaspar opened it and said-"Well, Amelia overheard that Cami and Elijah got engaged- so- this being a special day- she is sending it to you."

Elijah looked at Camille not pleased that she had already spread the world about their agreement to get married like wild fire, but he was also not the one who would make a scene and so he accepted it.

Camille quickly tried to clarify the whole thing and said- "When I congratulated her she said hopefully you're next, and I just - smiled- that's all."

"So it's true? Oh, come on. It was kind of sooner or later with you two"- Klaus said taking the bottle pouring everyone a drink.

Elijah swayed his look a bit at Y/N, who seemed to be in a slight state of shock, trying hard not to show that she felt like she was hit by the sudden news.

As the all took a sip of drink, Y/N suddenly wanted to go and dance some more. Gaspar followed her. Dancing hard and drinking more tequila then she shouldn't have.

"I am not like this. I never get slashed." Y/N now said feeling a bit embarrassed- "I don't quite remember all"

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything too crazy"- Klaus said.

"Oh, please no. What did I do?"- Y/N was not happy hearing that she might have done something really bad.

"He is just teasing you."- Mary said-"You fell asleep in the car, and Elijah carried you to bed.That is all."

"He carried me to bed?"

"Well, yes."- Klaus said-"you see, nothing major. I can see headlines- the great heiress passes out partying hard."

"Oh, this is bad."- Y/N said.

"It's lucky we are not celebrities anymore"- Klaus said-"like this family used to be once upon a time"

"I don't know how you do this- party all the time- and work."

"We don't really party all the time"- Klaus said-"you just got into a string of different events, that's all. There are dry spells, aren't there, Mary."

The housekeeper nodded and now put some pretty greasy and heavy food in front of Y/N.

"This?"

"Cajun breakfast hash"- Mary said.

"Eat it"- Klaus said suggestively-"and pretty soon you will be cured from the worst hangover ever."

Y/N did as suggested. When in Rome do as the Romans do, Y/N thought. Or when in NOLA.

The magic hangover option or the food, whatever it was, it helped her pucker up and she was now like a busy bee. Later on as her friends arrived, all was even more enhanced. There was so much they had to catch up on. Then meeting the family, and seeing New Orleans from Klaus' perspective.

"So, just tell me what we are going to do about the mother- daughter thing. Are we doing the avoiding thing?"- Klaus asked Y/N about Bonnie and Abby.

"For now we are doing the avoiding thing. Tomorrow, I am taking them to the Plantation and I plan to stay there till Monday. Then on Monday, I will gently break it to Bonnie that her mom is here, directing the play you are in. Deal?"- Y/N said.

"Deal."- Klaus said.

Y/N was happy that she was busy with her friends going around New Orleans. It made her think less about Elijah, and his engagement, as well as her feelings for him that she just wasn't able to shake.

As Bonnie and her were alone at one point doing some shopping, Bonnie said-

"Is it my imagination, but, there is this thing between you and Elijah."

"A thing? What thing? There is no thing."

"Now I know that there is."- Bonnie said.

"What are you talking about?"

"The way you talk to each other. You get all - eyes at him and he is so nice to you when he talks."

"Elijah is nice. That is how he is. Sweet and nice."- Y/N said.

"Sweet and nice"- Bonnie repeated-"Ok- why are you denying it. You are in love with him."

"I am not. I just like him, that’s all. ’"-Y/N now sat down on a puffer

Bonnie sat down on another puffer-”"

"Ok. I get it - he is engaged and - shame. I think he is like the one for you.”

“I think that - I should - give Stefan a chance.”- Y/N now said.

"Really, but - you never looked at Stefan like you look at Elijah"

"Stop it, please"- Y/N said-"Anyway, after the Ball, I am going back to Mystic Falls- yesterday I go the call from the Dean and they have offered me to run the research team."

“Seriously? That’s great news.”- Bonnie was delighted to hear the news.

“Yeah. Bu then - I really love this place. It's like this thing I have been waiting for- this city is so great. With my degree in history, I can find work here, and the NOLA Historical Society has already offered me a job. I also want to make the Mikaelson Plantation house open for tours and make it into a museum."

"Wow. What about your parents? Have you talked to them about it all?"

"Not really. Well, we just spoke briefly. They are now deep in the Amazon and will stay there another month. When they get back to Rio, I will fly out there. And tell them everything."

Bonnie knew the way her friend gets when she was passionate about something. It was all or nothing. And whatever happens she will be there for her.

And so, more fun, and partying ensued. As she said she took her friends to the Plantation house.

The whole family went out as well. The dinner Klaus had planned for his fellow colleagues from the theater was rescheduled. But all the food Mary bought was now brought over to the Plantation and a grand dinner was done there for Y/N's friends.

Elijah invited Jackson, Josie and her boyfriend as well.

At one moment in the kitchen, Mary asked Elijah if he knew if Andrea was still in New Orleans.

"She is."- Elijah said-"I had a drink with her yesterday. She is going to stay and she wants to start seeing Hope on a regular basis."

"And Klaus? Have you talked to him about it?"- Mary asked.

"Not yet. I try to find the right time. I'll do it the first thing we get back into town."

"Jackson doesn't know that she is back either. So far, she has not come out here."- Mary said-"I don't know how he is going to take it seeing her again."

"It's going to be tough"- Elijah said.

"I will have to tell him."- Mary said.

"Yes. It is best."- Elijah said.

"May I ask where Camille is?"

"It is her uncle's birthday party tonight. She had to attend the dinner party. She will be out here tomorrow." - Elijah replied and taking the big jug of iced tea went out of the kitchen.

Suddenly a lot was going on, as if someone had opened the strangest Pandora box of them all.

That evening, everything went off in a grand style. The place was buzzing as it did a long time ago when Esther and Dahlia were young.

Mary watched them all with great happiness and delight in her heart.

At the break of dawn Elijah walked out on the back porch. And his looked aside, seeing Elena sleeping on the porch bed swing.

He smiled a little and now walked to her, and sat down on the neighbouring armchair looking at her lovingly. She slept serenely. His heart trembled with love that flowed right through it, as it did every time he would see her. He could not understand how life had always dealt him the worst card possible. He was in love with a woman, he could not be with. Making a little silent sigh he stretched his hand out to her face wanting to caress it, but stopped hovering over it, gulping as he then made a loving movement in the air, pulling his hand back, not wanting to wake her.

"Love you"- he said in a very soft whisper. He continued watching her soaking the moment in to hold it in his heart forever, it murmuring something Gaspar said-Eres la persona correcta en el momento equivocado, pero también eres lo más bonito que me a pasado”

♡Elijah now got up, turning for a split second to take one more look at her and as he moved to get of the porch at the corner of the stairs he kicked a pot of flowers. The clanging sound made Y/N open her eyes seeing him stare at her apologetically saying-

"I'm sorry- I didn't want to wake you"

"Hey"- Y/N said sitting up, rubbing her eyes a bit-"I - it was too hot in my room, so I- came down some time in the night."

"Yes- it's been quite hot - in the night"- Elijah said somewhat clumsily as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't have, continuing- "I also- woke up early- cause it was too hot to sleep."

"It's - good now"- Y/N said.

"Yes, it's about 80 F."

They both went quiet. Just looking at one another. Standing still, as if wishing this moment doesn't ever pass, the moment eyes streaming-

"Admit it, you feel it too, forget the world, this is about us-let's feel it- life is just a moment. Why don't you dare, this doesn't happen often, remember that we only have one life, my love, we could either be cowards or listen to our hearts. You're here and I am here, Let's feel it, let's not waste anymore time, let's forget about the world."

All his feelings were now getting the better of him and if he didn't turn away breaking the look he would walk over to her pulling her in her arms and never let go.

"I'm- was going to take a walk"- he said as he looked back at her.

Y/N nodded a little and he did the same, and to stop the awkwardness he then slipped faintly-"Later" walking away, putting his hands in his jeans. She watched him till he disappeared between the oaks. Feelings she thought she had dimmed down, came rippling back like never before. She took a deep breath and walked into the house.

¤¤¤¤

Later, in the afternoon

Bonnie and Damon went for a walk down the Mississippi, and Y/N waved at the couple looking at them happy they found love.

"I'm going to Josie's with Hope. We are having a painting workshop thing with kids. Wanna come?"- Klaus appeared.

"I have to make some calls."- Y/N said.

"Right. See you later then."- Klaus said and got back in the house now calling Hope asking he if she was ready to go.

Y/N walked back into the house and into the kitchen as she thought she had left her phone there.

"Have you seen my phone?"- she asked Mary, who was packing the apple pie in a box.

"I don't know. Maybe it is in the salon."- the woman replied adding-"I made some fresh lemon blueberry tea. I am going to Jackson's, and will be back to do supper."

"Oh, don't worry about it. We will make something. Please don't rush back because of us. Enjoy yourself."- Y/N said to the woman with a little smile-"Ok, I am going to look for my phone. See you."

And she ventured in the Salon looking all over for it, finding it on the window sill, and then remembered it leaving it that morning as he was talking to Elijah.

Flashback

"Hey"- he said as he walked in the Salon.

"Hey"- Y/N replied.

"I-"- Elijah started-"well, I wanted to tell you this for quite some time now"

"Yeah, what?"- Y/N nos slipped her phone down on the window sill.

"Ahm, last night, I - heard you talking about the Ball and all that you - everything that went on since you came here. The way you spoke about it, this place, and - us- the family. I have not seen anyone talk about this with such love, putting your whole heart in it like you were born here and lived all of your life here. It is extraordinary. You gave this place its dignity back. And- like I said some time ago- well, Klaus actually said- you brought sunshine back to all of us."

Y/N's eyes watered- and she slipped a big thank you at him.

"I thank you, Y/N."- he said to her dearly.

Y/N now walked over to the photo table where all the photos of the family were. She took the one of Dahlia and Esther in her hands drawing a deep breath-

"I never thought I would talk to - a picture like Mary or Bonnie does, but since you - this is crazy but - I just have to talk to somebody because- huh- I don't know who I can tell how I feel- and I tried not to feel - but" -she drew another deep breath now tears welling up in her eyes-

At the same time Elijah came out of the study that was opposite from the Salon and stood still as he now heard Y/N say-

"I tried so hard no to - but - I’m in love with Elijah - I love him - and I don't know what to do- oh, Ms Dahlia, I just- I don't know what to do- please, help me"

Elijah, now walked in the room. Y/N now having heard the creaking sound of the old floor as he stepped in, made her turn around. It was clear from his look that he had heard her confession. Gulping, Y/N, exhaled, wanting to say something, but what was there to be said - they now rushed to one another- crashing into a kiss.

____

#Elijah Mikaelson #Elijah Mikaelson x reader #tvd fanfiction #Fanfiction

23 notes · View notes

lifeofbouyd · 6 years

Text

Community Service

Most people think my life has only been about fun and sex but what they don’t know is, I was also a bad boy. I’ve been bad for as long as I can remember. Dodging class and picking fights since infant school. I was the legit bad apple in every school. I got kicked in 4th grade due to insubordination and violent acts against my peers. I’d knock out any body who thought they could take me for a fool, even teachers if they dared. I started a new school September morning on “chalk line”; one mistake and I’m out. I promised I would be a good boy, avoid arguments and fights at all cost. At least I tried, for a few hours lol. It was lunch time and I wasn’t the kind of guy who talked to people nor smiled as much as I do today. This guy Chad came came up to me with about six friends demanding my cup soup or they’ll beat me up. I laughed at them to the face. They must not have heard why I’m here, they must be joking.

Chad: Mi want yuh cup soup

Me: Leave me alone

Chad: Yuh tink u a bad man bwoy? Yuh know mi? A bet mi beat yuh up an tek yuh cup soup. I just sat there drinking my cup soup, premeditating who to kill first. He grabbed at my cup soup and I moved it.

Me: If yuh mek it bun mi jus know yuh dead

Again he grabbed at the cup soup but this time some spilled on my hand. I tossed it in his face without a second thought. Fuck my promise of being a good boy and avoiding arguments, I had to teach him a lesson. By the time he could get the noodles off his face I had already punched him several times in the face and slapped one of his friends under the throat. He laid there gasping for breath while I fought like hell against the other four. I was determined I wasn’t gonna loose this fight and if I did I should at least fuck them up in the process. Most these guys were older than I was and they had something to prove. For every kick and punch I threw I got several. Realizing I was loosing I grabbed Chad’s neck under my arm and punched him repeatedly while these guys kicked and punched me. The entire school was watching us fight and no one tried to part us. Seemed most of them were afraid of these boys. By the time the principal came to part us Chad’s nose was bleeding like a pipe, one laid on the ground gasping for air and for the others, most they’re clothes were torn.

Principal: Bouyd, you haven’t been here not even a day and already you’re in a big fight. What do you have to say for yourself?

Me: Sir it’s six of them against me. Should I sit and let them beat me?

Principal: Chad stretch your hands out, I told you not to come back to my office.

They received several slashes in their hands from the principal and I got away scratch free as it was six against one.

I knocked him out several times after that before we became friends. Everyone practically feared me and for who didn’t I’d beat them until they realized who’s don. My mom had to come to school every week for meetings as there was no getting me under control. I only lived by one rule; Smiths don’t loose fights and if I loose I’m not worthy of the name. Uncle had told me this when I got my ass kicked by a Rasta dude in 1st grade. Uncle was the kind of guy who allowed you to say whatever you want then knock you out when you least expect it. We were in several bar fights lol, we knocked people out for fun. I remember being in sixth grade beside Nicki when my Spanish teacher slapped me across the face, saying I should shut up. I thought I had said a “B” word as we were playing “B” box. But u had my “cree” on so even if I did no one should hit me. My face was numb and my temper rocketed. I turned around with a straight right and landing the teacher on her back. Again I was about to be expelled; but it wasn’t my fault. My anger got the best of me. I had to write an apology letter and read I in front of the entire school.

When I started high school it was the same. Fight on the first day. They tried sending me to boot camp several times but I was always no where to be found at the end of the school year. When I transferred in 2009 I linked up with guys that were just as messed up as me. This brought me down a road I thought I could never come back from. We decided what could and what could not be done and anybody had a problem had to go through us. At the end of lower nine we started a water war; an old habit I brought from my Old schools. We created chaos. Water bags rained all day long; fights broke all over the school and we had no pardon or care for anyone. Teachers, students and vendors got their fair share of watering. My friends Big Red and Fish Head had practically drowned three teachers that evening, they were soaked from head to toe. I begged them not to do it but they did any way. We thought that was the end of it but we got a surprise of a lifetime. Miss Bean decided she was a hero and I don’t know how she knew we were responsible for her getting wet, this woman attacked us on the hill with big stones lol. I wasn’t ready for this much drama and being a mad man I flipped. I was ready to knock her out. She claimed she’s gonna get me expelled because I’ve being doing nothing but create chaos in the school. I was the one begging my friends not to wet her and now she’s threatening me 🤬. I was gonna “fuck” her up then and there but my friends pulled me away.

I came back to school September morning not even thinking about her.

Principal: Bouyd Smith and his gang, see me after devotion or I’m sending all of you home. Through out lower nine we’ve always been called up in devotion for everything that’s bad so we thought it was just a regular call. We went to see him right after to find out what it is that he wanted.

Principal: So Mr Smith, I see you’ve become a disaster in my school. I’m gonna get rid of all of you. What do you have to say for yourself?

Me: What did we do this time sir?

Principal: You started a water war the last day of school and disrespected one of our teachers.

Me: Aré you sure that was me sir?

Principal: Once your gang is involved, you are to be held responsible. I’m expelling all of you and that’s final. Now this was my fourth time about to be expelled. I transferred on “chalk line” 🤦‍♂️. Where am I going to go this time?. I remembered I was warned by my therapist that if I get expelled from school I would be enrolled into juvenile school. I definitely wasn’t gonna go down like that.

Me: Sir, let’s make a deal

Principal: Whats that?

Me: If we get expelled we have no where else to go and eventually we would become menace to society and even to you and I’m sure you don’t want that. He nodded his head as if he was thinking about it. How about you give us some work to do and forget about the expulsion?

Principal: You know you’re a smart boy. I now see why you are the head of your crew. I do have some work for you guys. Come tomorrow with clothes for work.

The next morning we brought our clothes thinking that we were gonna probably clean out his garden or cleaned a few windows. This man wanted us to clear all the stones from the foot ball field and replant grass seeds through out the week 😳. Wtf?. We laughed until we cried because of course he was joking, there’s no way he could be serious, he must be paying us.

Me: Aré we getting paid sir?

Principal: Your pay will be staying in school. So we have a deal or do I sign your papers?.

Lol. He laughed while he said that. He was playing us like pro; either we do that or we’re out. I thought about it for a second, what’s the worst that could happen?. It’s not the end of the world so we decided to do it not realizing the amount of work there was to do. I had bargained for some path tickets for lunch to make it worth our while which we eventually got. But this was like hell, the hardest work I’ve ever done. We legit had to scrape the stones off the field and push them in a barrow all the way to the other end. By the end of the first day we were sore. It felt as if I was going to the gym, I could hardly bathe. I couldn’t even bang my chick in the evening. We got drunk on site the next day, we decided to drink our sorrows away. We had turn community service into fun fest; a little weed and a bottle a rum, even the man supervising us was drunk lol. Even though the work was hard, we made it a valuable experience.

Weeks later the field was one of the best fields in the parish and we were on the edge of another expulsion. It’s as if we were going backwards. I was then placed on probation; having to report to school early every morning and sign for each class I went to. My life was heading down the drain.

I wanted to fuck this girl Shanty who decided in order to bang her she needed my full attention. That entails spending my break and lunch time together and walking together in the evenings. That was an easy thing to do. After all it would be a 1 hit wonder then back to my old ways. Lol. There’s no way I was gonna let her hold me down, I had way too much chicks waiting for the dick for me to just settle with her. Funny thing is I did fall in love with her; way down deep, deep. We got so close that by the I realized most my friends had already done several community service and some even got expelled. The gang had split into several gangs and I was still the center piece. We skipped school Wednesdays after lunch to hit the river side as this was our sex ground. Again I landed another community service and by year-end even she got expelled. I guess that was the eye opener for me. Most my friends and my girl got expelled for insubordination, fighting, skipping classes and having alcoholic beverages on the premises. No matter what they thought they had on me, I had solutions to the problems. I was the only one from the gang that remained till 11th grade and also the first to receive a graduation letter. The difference between me and my friends was that even though I was a bad boy I always did my work and I could talk my way out of any trouble. Even when the principal caught me with my phone I gave him so many excuses he just let me go. He even caught me dealing cards in literature class once and he still couldn't pin a crime on me. I simply reminded him he was the one who said I should join the games club in order to be eligible for probation reversal lol. His face sunk when he realized he again lost. To be honest, I didn't expect to change as much as I have today. Thank God for therapy I guess. Sober at last.

Throughout chapters to come you’ll see how it all unfolded. #changesinlife

11 notes · View notes

bloodpacks-archive · 6 years

Text

Don’t Let Go (ii)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: One incident after another, and Fate and Coincidence aren’t sure how to cooperate with each other.

Warnings: Death of side character (it’s real obvious if u know anything about spider-man), mentions of bullying, there’s an argument and people are sad sometimes

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

A sharp note rang out. It was loud, nearly unbearable. When Fate first heard it, she felt her stomach twist. It was that kind of sound; a sound that shook fear within you and created an air of unease.

It was only a few moments later when Fate heard screams. They hung in the air, begging for people to listen. This is what caught her attention. With a wave of her hand, she allowed a view of the atrocity to form before her.

There sat May and Peter Parker, watching as paramedics surrounded Ben. Peter held May as they both sobbed shamelessly. Red and blue lights scattered across the scene and reflected on their faces. Worried neighbors and terrified friends sat in silence as police asked them questions.

“The poor kid,” Coincidence sounded from behind Fate. She shook her head and turned to meet his eyes.

“Did you have anything to do with this?” Fate asked. She wasn’t accusatory, and she didn’t attempt to be. She knew his answer already.

“No, I was busy,” Coincidence replied. This was not the answer Fate was expecting. Looking back on it in that moment, she realized she should have known by his level of ease, how he knew that he could’ve done nothing.

“Can I know what you were doing?” Fate turned to look at the scene again. Peter’s face was red, and his breaths were quick.

“I was helping some homeless kids. There just so happened to be a very nice woman who brought them food and clothes,” Coincidence answered with a shrug. Fate nodded and felt Coincidence walk up beside her. “I’m hoping that’ll give me a free pass?” He said with a small lilt in his voice.

“Coincidence, you have a busy job. I can’t expect you to try to save Peter at every turn. I just hope the poor kid won’t have any mental trauma after this,” Fate said. She brought her hands up to her neck and began to fiddle with the silver necklace around her neck. She had a feeling that this death may have been her own fault as well. Coincidence recognized the nervous mannerism and reached a hand up to rub Fate’s shoulder comfortingly.

“He’ll be okay,” He whispered as he looked on at the image of Peter and May.

—————

Y/n sat in her room, impatiently tapping on the edge of the book she was reading. She could just barely hear the sirens that still sat outside, and Peter had yet to write anything else. She cut it down to coincidence, but part of her still felt her heart being tugged to concern.

She had a television in the corner of her room turned on for background noise. However, the sound of the Breaking News jingle caught her attention. She looked over to see a woman with black hair and a white suit appear on the screen. Her face was solemn, and Y/n already knew what this would be about.

“Benjamin Parker, age 38, was murdered this evening after a burglar broke into his house. According to witnesses, the murderer is said to be a white male with blonde hair, around 5 feet 10 inches, and 160 pounds.” A rough illustration popped up on the screen next to the reporter. Y/n studied it, but had no recognition of the man, “If you see anyone who matches this description, please call the police and bring justice to this terrible situation. Back to your regularly scheduled news program,” The woman, Sarah Tremay as the scrolling bar below said, vanished off of the screen and was soon replaced by a weather report.

Y/n was frozen as she watched the screen continue to show to regular news. She knew a Parker. She couldn’t remember his first name for the life of her, but the last name Parker was familiar. Then she remembered, Parker was a boy in her grade. She didn’t have any classes with him, but the incessant bullying from Flash made everyone know his last name.

“Poor kid,” She whispered to herself. She looked down again at her arm where her soulmate had written his last message. It was still unfinished, and the slash across her skin stared at her unforgivingly. She grabbed the pen nearest to her and wrote out a message. It was simple enough, but she never got an answer back.

Are you okay?

—————

“Did you hear about what happened to Ben Parker?” Was about the only thing Y/n heard as she walked through Midtown High. After all, he was all over the news. The all too recognizable and kind face was brought to the forefront of everyone’s minds. Soon enough, Y/n’s friend appeared beside her, asking the same question everyone else was asking.

“Of course I heard about him, Sam,” She said to the blonde girl who shifted nervously on her feet beside her.

“God, it’s heart breaking. You know his nephew goes to this school?” Sam said, looking around to make sure the boy wasn’t anywhere near them.

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t remember his first name, but Parker rings a bell,” Y/n replied while opening her locker. She began grabbing her books out when Sam piped up again.

“I don’t think I know his first name either. I mean, ‘Penis Parker’ seems to be a common nickname from Flash, but I don’t think I know his actual name,” Sam realized, almost whispering it to herself.

Suddenly, the hall quieted. The gossip of today seemed all to loud and the whole school came to a standstill. Y/n turned, and there walked two boys, all too aware of what was happening around them. One of them, Y/n knew as Ned Leeds. He was in her English class, but was quiet and reserved unless spoken to. The other, while Y/n didn’t know him, didn’t need an introduction. She already knew that it was Ben Parker’s nephew; everyone knew that. After what happened last night, and the boy’s low hung head, no one needed to ask.

Even Flash knew this was no time to tease him, and while he did begin to say something, he quickly shushed himself and looked away. Y/n felt her heart ache for this poor boy that she didn’t even know. From what she’d heard, he seemed sweet enough, and he was smart, entirely capable of getting into any college that he wanted. She looked over at Sam, who was giving the boy a concerned look.

“Should we do something?” Sam asked, turning to Y/n. Her green eyes which were normally filled with an optimistic spark were now sad, and almost looked watery.

“I don’t even know what to do. Isn’t he an orphan?” She whispered. And suddenly the silence of the school was broken, and it was back to the man who had graced Queens but had now passed all too soon. She looked at where the boys once were, and saw that they had turned into a classroom and shut the door.

“Yeah, only his Aunt is left apparently. It was in the newspaper this morning, my dad was reading his obituary,” Sam said. Y/n turned back to Sam and was going to say something but was soon interrupted by the bell ringing. So, she quickly said her goodbyes and left Sam and the problems of the Parker boy far behind her.

—————

“He’s going to get himself killed!” Fate exclaimed to the man who stood in front of her. Today, she had come to Coincidence, and now stood in his vast library. Shelves surrounded both of them, and while the books had no labeling, Fate was sure that Coincidence had no problems knowing what was in each one. Now, he sat in his desk, his glasses perched upon his nose and his face expressionless as he wrote down something in an endless book.

“He has powers, you know,” Coincidence said simply. Fate stood in silence, blinking at Coincidence with a shocked look upon her face.

“He what?” She questioned. She could now feel her blood boiling. What had Coincidence done?

“Lab accident, radioactive spider, it really was a fun thing to watch,” Coincidence replied. Fate was fuming, but she took a breath and stayed calm. “He’s doing good anyway, or rather, now he is. Ever since Ben died he’s been swinging through the streets and helping out old ladies. He’s practically doing my work for me!”

“He’s in danger!” Fate said, standing her ground. This made Coincidence raise an eyebrow.

“Clearly it was his… fate to be a hero,” He replied. A smirk coated his face and Fate had to resist the urge to slap it off.

“Sure, he may be running into the path of justice, but he’s also running away from his problems! For all we know, he has mental trauma. He lost his parents and his uncle. The only thing he has left is an Aunt who just lost her soulmate!” She was practically yelling at this point, but she couldn’t find it within herself to care. Coincidence was being insensitive.

“You didn’t care this much when Tony Stark had all his mental problems,” Coincidence mumbled under his breath, “Or when Steve Rogers lost his best friend, or when Bucky Barnes was being tortured, or when mental illnesses began booming in teens. Where were you for all of that? Have you ever considered that maybe this one kid isn’t all I care about?” Coincidence stood up and walked around the library that surrounded them. He pointed to a stack of books, “This is a list of lives of all the people that died in World War II, ever consider that I was busy then?” He then walked to another area of the library and looked at a giant book shelf.

“And this here? This is every single person in the world who suffers from a mental illness, trauma, a terminal illness, or other kind of life altering problem. So, I guess you could say I’m a little busy,” Coincidence snapped.

“I never said you weren’t busy! I have always said that you have a difficult job-“ Coincidence cut her off.

“You’re right, I am busy. I don’t just sit on a cloud and bless children with soulmates! I actually have things to do. So I’m sorry if I don’t have every second of my existence to look upon Peter Parker and make sure he isn’t getting killed,” Coincidence and Fate stared at each other as an uneasy silence filled the room.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Fate whispered. Coincidence’s face softened and he walked closer to her.

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap like that,” He said and reached out a hand to her shoulder in an act of comfort.

“No no, it’s fine. I’m just going to go look after Peter. I’ll see you later,” Fate said and turned before disappearing out of the library.

—————

Y/n once again sat out on the balcony. No snow fell today, but unplowed sidewalks were covered in it. Once again, she sat and drew on her arm, hoping that Peter would eventually reply back. Her drawing was full of loops and leaves, but was simply a way to get her mind off of all that had happened today.

Despite not knowing this Parker boy, she felt a strange need to help him. In fact, she wanted to help him in any way that she could, but by the time she had this courage, she witnessed him leaving the school with puffy eyes and a red face.

Y/n paused her drawing for a moment and looked out at the skyline of Queens. The winter sun was beginning to set, and put an orange hue on every building that surrounded her. Just around a building, she saw something swing past. She curiously looked on at the thing that swung between buildings.

She soon recognized it as a person. Her eyes widened as she saw him continue to weave in and out of her line of sight. Something shot out from his hand, and he continued to swing between the large towers that surrounded him. He was coming closer, but eventually turned off and went into an alleyway. Y/n sat there in shock for a moment. It was crazy, she could have sworn she was going insane. But she knew what the saw. Y/n picked up her pen quickly before writing on her arm, half to make sure that she could feel the pen and wasn’t just dreaming, and half to make sure that someone else knew what amazing thing she just witnessed.

You will not believe what I just saw

Tag List - Send me an ask if you want to be added!

@tommyswolves @augurydemon @this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms @fanboyswhereare-you @tohollandback @anxiousteengeek @vanam0 @thebookgeeek @dorkyallen @internetnetnet @spidey-shit @isabellamozarella03

163 notes · View notes

the-stories-in-my-head-95 · 7 years

Text

How Could We Choose- Chapter Four

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary-You, Steve and Bucky had been friends since childhood. Right before the war it had turned into something more for the three of you. You had been shipped out first since you were a trained nurse. Once Steve gets chosen for the super soldier program he requests that you be brought state side so that there is a medical professional he trusts present during the procedure. The night before the trial you are sitting with Steve and Dr. Erskine comes in and says that he would like to give you the serum too. He gives you the injection and you become enhanced but your body doesn’t grow like Steve’s. You fight alongside Steve, Bucky and the Howling Commandos. You fall off of the train with Bucky.

Message-Not my Gif. Also I’m not great at writing action so Sorry if this sucks!!

Background Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Word Count- 1750

You had woken up again about 18 hours ago. Steve had brought you and Bucky to his room and the three of you haven’t left the bed since. Finally after about 10 hours of foreplay and sex the three of you were spent and you all fell asleep cuddling each other. You woke up and saw that both Bucky and Steve were still asleep, so you decided to go out to the kitchen and start breakfast for the three of you. As you enter the kitchen you see that Steve’s whole team is there.

“Um, hello.” You say quietly as you enter the kitchen. Everyone looks up at you as you start to look around the kitchen, you soon realize that you have no idea how any of the appliances work, everything was shiny, new and high tech.

“There is already food prepare.” T’Challa says softly as he takes in your distressed look. “You are more than welcome to join us in eating it.”

“Thank you.” You say softly as you move to sit between T’Challa and Bruce. Everyone went around the table and introduced themselves. Wanda told you that Thor, Tony and Vision had not come down from their rooms yet and you just nod. You were marveling at all of the food on the table. You had grown up during the great depression and then after the war started everything was rationed. Eventually everyone started to leave. Bruce and T’Challa stay with you while you pick at your food.

“Hey, Tony.” Bruce says and your head snaps up. He looks a bit like Howard. They have the same hair color and complexion. But Tony’s face is wider- but that could be because Tony is older than Howard was when you knew him. Tony makes a grunting noise as he sits down on the other side of the table.

“Is he okay?” You ask as Bruce gets Tony a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, he’s fine, just a little tired. He hasn’t gone to bed yet.” Bruce says

“But, it’s nine in the morning. Is that normal nowadays?”

“No, not really. It’s more of a Tony thing.” Bruce murmurs.

“Will you guys stop talking about me like I’m not in the room!?” Tony demands.

“Sorry, I would like to thank you for finding us. Stevie told Buck and me that if it wasn’t for you we would still be frozen at the bottom of that damned cliff.”

“It was nothing, don’t worry about it.” Tony says with a wave of his hand. You get up and move to sit next to him. You take his hands in yours.

“You saved Buck and me. You brought us back to Stevie. That’s not nothing and I am going to keep thanking you until you accept my thanks.” Tony blinked a couple of times before he sat up a little straighter.

“You’re welcome.” He whispers and you smile at him.

“Also, I was wondering if you found my sword when you found me and Buck?” you asked looking at tony.

“Uh, yeah we did. I have it in my lab, it’s pretty cool. Did my dad make it for you?”

“Yes, he did.” You say back.

“What is so cool about it?” T’Challa asks.

“It’s made from vibranium, and it’s actually two swords that lock together into one.” You respond. But before anyone can say anything else, you hear two very familiar giggles. Steve and Bucky came walking into the kitchen. Steve was holding Buck around the middle and was giving his neck little kisses.

“Hey, Ace, we were lonely when we woke up without you.” Bucky said in between giggles.

“Sorry, baby doll, but I was just so hungry I couldn’t wait for your lazy ass to wake up. I might have starved to death if I did that.” You say getting up. You walk over to Bucky and you kiss him. Then Steve lifts up his head so you can kiss him to. “Guess what Stevie? Tony found my sword!”

“Great, let me eat breakfast and then we can go to the gym. If I remember correctly its 9-8 in my favor.” Steve says.

“Nice try, old man. Its 10-8 in my favor.”

“You’re like 6 months younger than me, so if I’m old, so are you!” Steve argues.

“I never said I wasn’t and I think we can both agree that Buck is the old man.” Steve nods and Buck sighs.

“Yeah, well, worrying about the two of you has aged me far more than anything else in my life. Also, before the two of you start back up your ridiculous competition, we need to go shopping. I need clothes that actually fit!”

“Your clothes do fit, everyone just wears their clothes tighter in this century.” Steve says.

“The future sucks! No Flying cars, and all of the clothes are 2 sized to small!” Bucky yells, you can hear Tony, Bruce and T’Challa laughing.

“Yeah, but look at all of the food!” you say, motioning to the table.

“That’s true, I guess that’s ONE good thing about the future. What’s the chocolate situation like?” Buck says.

“Amazing, it’s available basically everywhere.” Steve says as he starts to eat some toast. “We can go clothes shopping tomorrow, Buck. It’s been so long since me and Y/N got to spar.”

“Firstly, what the two of you do isn’t sparing, its attempted murder. Secondly, it feels like I watched the two of you try to kill the other three days ago. Thirdly, what’s the point of buying anything else if everything I put on is so damned tight?” Bucky yells.

“Someone woke up a little dramatic today.” You says.

“Bucky, it may have been only three days ago to you and Ace, but I’ve been awake for a couple years.”

“Fine, the two of you can attempt to murder each other, today. But tomorrow we’re going shopping.” You and Steve kiss Bucky on the cheek before clearing your plates.

“I’ll grab your sword.” Tony tells you as you and Steve walk out to go change. Natasha had left some clothes for you to wear by Steve’s door. After the two of you changed you went back to the kitchen to drag Bucky down to the gym. When the three of you get down there you notice almost everyone has made their way to the gym. They were all working out or sparring, but their eyes were trained on the three of you.

“This gym is crazy, there’s so much equipment! My dad would be in heaven!” Your dad had been a boxer, one of the best in New York. He had showed you everything he had known and had one of his buddies teach you how to use a sword. After you and Steve stretched you asked Tony for your sword. Steve grabbed his shield and the two of you made your way to the ring. The two of you circled each other before you told Bucky to call it.

“On three. One, Two, Three!” You and Steve lunched at each other. He kicks you in the stomach and that sends you flying back. You flip up back onto your feet, and you spin your sword in your hand. You lung at him again and slash your sword towards him and he does a somersault in the air to avoid the blade. The then uses the shield to hit you in the head and you go flying back again.

“Damn, Stevie, when did you learn to fight so dirty?” He grins before going to help you, up. You allow him to pull you up and then you sucker punch him. He falls to the ground and you flip over him and grab the shield from his hands while he’s stunned.

“1st warning, Ace. Two more and Stevie wins by default.” You nod letting Bucky know you heard him. Then you throw the shield out of the ring and it wedges in a wall. Steve gets up and lunges at you. You hold your sword in your hand as the two of you fight. Eventually you throw Steve from the ring and Bucky yells your second warning. You slash your sword at him and he uses his arm to block you. He backs away from you towards a wall and you follow him. When you slash at him again he lunges to the left and your sword goes straight into the wall. Then he kicks your legs and you fall on your butt. Steve then grabs your sword and unlocks it. He throws you one part and you grab it in the air. The two of you flip and strike and block for a very long time. Eventually you are able to get the sword from Steve and you back him into a corner and you cross the swords over each other with Steve’s throat in between them.

“Uncle.” Steve says putting his hands up. You lower the swords and lock the two back together. Steve pulls his Shield out of the wall. Then the two of you look over to the team and see their looks of shock and Bucky’s look of annoyance.

“You two destroyed the gym!” Tony yells with a look of disbelief.

“That was crazy.” Said another one of the team members. You think Stevie told you his name was Sam.

“Where did you even learn to fight like that? You were a nurse in the army!” Natasha says

“Her father was a boxer and he taught her everything he knew. He also had someone teach her to use a sword. I think that he realized she was going to have to help bail Stevie out of a lot of fights, so he wanted her prepared. He taught me some stuff to.” Bucky says answering for you, while you catch your breath.

“That was fun. I almost forgot how good you were.” Steve huffed out.

“Let’s call this one a tie, I probably wouldn’t have one if you didn’t give me the sword.” You say back. “Now if you would all excuse me, me and Stevie need a shower.” As the two of you make your way to the door, you grab Bucky.

“I don’t need a shower.” Bucky says grinning at the two of you.

“You will, when we’re done with you.” Steve says and you kiss Bucky’s throat. You can hear a bunch of ewws as you walk out the door pulling a giggling Bucky behind you.

Tag List- @no-good-ideas @thedoctorscamanion @mrs-marvel-addict @sexysamsungl @thekayceenicole @aslutforstucky @sammysgirl1997 @queendarkmuffin

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #avengers x enhanced!reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #marvel imagine

273 notes · View notes

ambiguityisnoonesfriend · 6 years

Text

May the 4th 2018 Letter

Dear Yoda,

I am so excited! I love all the iterations of the characters and relationships I’ve requested, and can’t wait to see what you’ve created for me!

My likes: toppy women and partners who are turned on by toppy women, humor, angst, endings with hope intact, functional relationships, dysfunctional relationships, secret relationships that aren’t really a secret, canon divergence AUs such as what if they got there five minutes sooner, time loops, porn, gen, fluff, friends with benefits, friends with benefits with feelings, interactions with the other characters who would be around at the same time except as specified, mixing and matching prompts (ex: Leia and Hera both having different troubles raising Force-sensitive kids and complaining to each other, or Ahsoka/Sabine go on a double date with Ezra/Luke, or something completely different)

My specific art likes: two or three panel simple line comics, playing card or tarot card type imagery, setting a scene, magic and metaphor

My specific porn likes: failsex including interrupted during or instead of sex, cunnilingus, both slash and het anal (DNW femslash anal), light bondage, sex pollen, aliens make them do it, the Force makes them do it, mental connections during sex, mental connections as a substitute for sex, using the Force during sex including light Force choking, Force ghost sex, toys

My line for enjoying sex pollen/AMTDI/TFMTDI is based on how much trauma the characters feel -- I prefer situations where they aren’t traumatized or upset and use the aliens/Force/pollen as an excuse for what they both/all wanted.

I do not want: noncon (okay with dubcon and sex pollen), scat, watersports, omegaverse, unrequested ships except as listed elsewhere in my sign-up, non-canon AUs such as coffeeshops, DJ, Holdo, Lux

Rey/Kylo: I went into TLJ expecting to get nothing for this pairing except maybe one dream sequence. I came out loving them even more. I love this pairing for all the potential. They are opposites. They are exactly the same. Each is incredibly jealous of the other. They keep being drawn together like two ends of a stretched spring, and the only question is if they’ll fuck, fight to the death, or both. My fondest hope is both. I love all variations of dubcon for these two, from The Force Made Them Do It and Sex Pollen, to Forced To Work Together For Reasons. Force bond sex also very welcome!

Finn/Rey/Kylo: I see Rey as drawn to both of them in a classic triangle: Finn is the pull of the light, and Kylo is the allure of the dark, and Rey is fascinated by both. Maybe Finn is enough to bring both the Jedi to the light. Maybe Kylo seduces them both to the other side. Finn and Kylo carry a lot of baggage with each other. Do they set it aside at Rey’s request, or does it define how they both must deal with her and one another? Kylo defecting and having to be babysat by Rey and Finn! Rey is injured and Kylo and Finn have to have magic Force Sex to save her! Aliens make the three of them do it!

Leia & Ben: The pain and the angst and the love in this broken family is the gift that keeps on tearing my heart out and I love it. I love every piece of heartache, how they got there, what each one thought the other thought. Given all possible futures, what would the final fallout be between Leia and Kylo after TLJ?

Poe & Ben & Jacen: At some point, these three were dragged along to some Rebellion reunion where their parents had fun reminiscing about the old days and the kids were bored. Nothing starts out well when the first words you exchange with someone are "My mother said I have to be nice to you." Knowing that Ben grew up to be a human disaster, and Poe wasn't not a disaster, and Jacen is named after a different human disaster, all I am saying is that something got set on fire by the end of the party, certainly by accident, possibly by the Force. This or any other misadventure the three kids got into would be a wonder and a delight.

Kanan/Hera & Chopper, Hera & Chopper: It's strongly implied that Chopper was Hera's only friend before Kanan came along, and from the finale, it looks like he's the one friend who will never leave her. How did they grow together? How long did it take her to fix him up after she found him, and what kinds of trouble did the two of them get into along the way? What happened when she brought aboard an alcoholic drifter who is suddenly competing with Chopper for her attention? What did Kanan make of a foul-mouthed astromech who may or may not have tried to kill him a few times?

Luke/Leia: I was ready for this ship to be sunk in the movie. I was not expecting to walk out shipping it even harder. I want all the happy times before the family reveal. I want all the angsty history post-ROTJ. Luke Denying his feelings. Leia denying hers. The times denying those feelings failed. Maybe Han knows. Maybe Han joins in. Maybe he doesn't know and that's part of the angst. Pre-TFA snuggling. Post-TLJ Force Ghost snuggling. It's all good.

Ezra/Luke: I love the idea of Ezra and Luke meeting up after the original trilogy and finding someone who understands what it's like to be them. They've both been through things nobody else would understand. Maybe Luke is the one who ends up finding Ezra out in the UR, or Ezra finds his own way back and runs into / is drawn to Luke.

Ahsoka/Sabine, Ahsoka & Sabine: Space lesbians on a quest! Everyone knows the point of a quest story is the journey and the discovery of the characters' own true inner selves, right? I want to know about all their adventures together! Does Ahsoka teach Sabine more badass lightsaber moves? Do they pretend to be married on one planet for reasons? Does Sabine build an awesome Machine that causes them unforseen plot problems? Do they date each other? Do they date other women while being happy for each other? I am okay with any combination of this, and I am happy to see them as a couple, or as dating any other female characters or OFCs except not Sabine/Ursa or Sabine/Hera.

Leia & Hera & Sabine: Capers for the Rebellion! This mission happened. I don’t know if it happened before or after the Battle of Yavin, or even several years after Endor, but it happened. Maybe they have to rescue other team members. Maybe they have to go woo new allies, or pick up supplies from a picky source. Leia and Hera are going to disagree about who is in charge. Sabine’s loyalty on the topic may vary depending on who is annoying her more at that moment. Leia and Sabine may wind up with their very first hangovers, or at a later setting, maybe they’re remembering same. For background pairings, I’d prefer Leia with Han, Luke, or both, and Hera with Kanan. Sabine is my little black femslash dress; I don’t ship her with Hera or Ursa but anyone else is fair game.

Hevy & 99: I rewatched the Domino Squad arc recently and was overcome with clone feelings. It seems like Hevy had talked to and confided in 99 before. Did he see his brother as a mentor? 99 clearly held great affection for all the clones who passed through his life. In the microcosm of his friendship with Hevy, how did he see himself? You can bring in the other clones to the story, but I'd like the primary focus to be on these two. You could take this in a more romantic direction if you like, or keep it platonic and focus on the friendship they built.

Hera/Rex: I could see them forming a FWB arrangement sometime by Hoth. Hera doesn't want to get feelings involved ever again because she doesn't want another broken heart. That doesn't mean she won't get feelings anyway but they're not in her plan. Rex has admired her for years but there are chain of command issues, which could be why he's on the Endor strike team and not directly under her command circa RotJ. They both can have angst because of the dead guy in the room, real ghost or imagined. She can have angst out of wonder if this is the best thing for her heart or her child. He can have angst because he doesn't do relationships and his time is getting shorter by the minute and should he accept this little bit of happy? Maybe they end it after one time. Maybe they knock on each other's door every several months even after the war.

Rex & Luke: The moment Rex figures out who Luke is, he is going to be Luke's number one fountain of information on Anakin Skywalker. How do they both react? Luke kept the Vader thing secret for Leia's sake, but did he ever tell Rex?

Hera & Jacen: My one DNW with this relationship is no character death for either, otherwise I am here with the fluffiest of fluffy kid fics to the most heart-wrenching of angst. Hera playing with the new baby and feeling her heart lighten! Jacen's first flying lesson! Maybe he has the Force, maybe he doesn't, maybe he really does but Hera convinces Sabine and Zeb to lie with her and say he doesn't. Does she spend every day worrying at the going rate for the Black Sun's bounty on any known Force sensitive child? Does she tell him the Good Parts stories about the Ghost family in their heyday, and is he the one she was talking to in the trailer voice over? Does she have to keep his legion of uncles and aunts from spoiling him? Does she take him into space battles with her aboard the ship, knowing they could be blasted into dust? How does the conversation go with Cham when she tells him he's going to be a grandfather? Did he ever attend Jedi Death School and how did the two of them react when they found it how it ended?

Hera/Kanan: All of it and everything. Their first months working together. Missing scenes from the time of the show. That time they banged in Ezra's old comm tower while everyone else was busy during "Flight of the Defender." Those times they banged in the various rooms of the ship. Kanan figuring out this Force Ghost business after the fact the way Qui-Gon did, and hanging out to watch and guide. Were Zeb and Sabine their first attempt at building a crew, or were there others around before, and what happened? He's been smitten with her since the beginning, and she didn't say she loved him until the end, so how did they work around feelings, and not admitting to those feelings despite the fact that everyone around them knew? What was he about to tell her when Rukh attacked? Fix-its! Post-canon angst! Comedy capers where they're just hanging out having fun!

#may the 4th ex

1 note · View note

cookieswriting · 7 years

Text

Bare Your Soul (SSC/Rosvolio Modern!AU)

((Set before Migraine))

“I’m telling you, Tybalt looked ready to slash my tires. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so pissed before.”

“Yeah, well, you did turn him in for smoking pot in the library, ‘Cutio,” Romeo pointed out from his spot on the floor. Benvolio chuckled at them, particularly when Mercutio threw a pillow at him from the couch and hit Juliet in the face rather than her boyfriend, who was sprawled out using her stomach as a pillow.

“I am all for enjoying a joint, don’t get me wrong…but not within the walls of our proud university!”

Livia snorted derisively, and Juliet rolled her eyes at him. “Oh please, how many times have you lit up in the student center or one of the labs? You just wanted to get my cousin in trouble and you know it! He almost got kicked out for that.”

“Oh please, like that would actually get one of the golden boy Capulets expelled. It’s not like your family owns an entire science building or anything,” Romeo pointed out.

None of the Capulet women could argue, which brought a grin to Ben’s face. The gang had taken over their apartment, almost everyone spread out in the living room studying or working on mid-term assignments. Even Paris had joined them, helping to test Livia on her anatomy knowledge. The only one not with them was Rosaline; she was busy making more snacks in the kitchen, having already finished her exams for the week.

As if his thoughts had conjured her, the eldest Capulet returned carrying a tray of nachos and bowl of chips and dip. She paused at the doorway, watching them bicker with a fondly exasperated grin on her face. Before she could turn her gaze to him, Benvolio returned his focus to the project on his lap.

“Are you guys seriously still on about Tybalt? I’m pretty sure you all have more important things to do than gloat about fanning the flames of this stupid feud.”

“Sorry, Ros, but nothing is more important than getting a leg up on the likes of a Capulet,” Mercutio teased, winking at her as her sister and cousin scoffed at him. Ben turned his eyes back to Rosaline, and raised a brow at her when he saw that she was staring at him with pleading in her gaze. She gestured towards the others, and he smirked.

“Okay, children, time to get back to school work,” he commanded playfully, met with a choir of “oh, come on, Ben,” and “children, really Benvolio?” With a glare sent to each of his friends, they finally complied with muttered complaints. When Benvolio glanced back to Rosaline with a smug grin, she rolled her eyes but nodded to him in thanks.

“Mom, since we’ve been forced to study…could you bring me a drink?” Romeo requested innocently. Benvolio bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing aloud, imagining murder in her eyes. The woman in question released a slow breath, and he finally gave in to his curiosity. By the time he turned around, Rosaline was on her way back out of the room.

Ben jumped up to follow her, a little voice in the back of his mind nagging him to make sure she wasn’t upset. Romeo just reminded me that I’m thirsty, that’s all, he insisted to himself. He didn’t realize until he’d reached the kitchen that he still had his portfolio in his hand.

“Kids need something else?” Rosaline questioned, drawing Benvolio’s attention. The amused smirk on her face silenced the little voice in his mind, and he pushed down a swell of annoyance at his apparent unconscious concern for her wellbeing.

“No, I need a drink of my own. I’ll grab Romeo’s too.”

“Thanks,” she murmured. Her eyes fell to the pad in his hand. “What’s the project that you’re working on?”

Ben considered showing her his work; Mercutio and Romeo were the only ones he’d shown willingly…and the only other person to see his work had stolen and destroyed an entire book of deeply personal sketches. Rosaline, though…something made him want to show her all of it. Not just his Architecture final project. She’d recognized the dark side of his relationship with his uncle, and even more than that, she understood in a way no one else in his life could. In the months since that day, their relationship had seemed to evolve…where there had been a superficial distance between them, both seemed to have leaned into the support of the other anytime something went wrong at home.

“Ben?” Her voice drew him out of his thoughts, and he took a deep breath.

“It’s…uh, it’s just my architecture project.” He offered the portfolio to her, unable to meet her eyes. Rosaline gently took it from his hands, and opened it slowly. As he waited for her response, Ben kicked himself for being so nervous. He knew his work was good…there wasn’t really anything in his life that he’d poured more of his soul into than his artistic skill. It was having her see those pieces of his soul that had him itching to snatch the book back and run.

“This is stunning, Benvolio. You’re going to be an incredible architect.” Despite his self-confidence, her earnest compliment left him blushing furiously. Just rip of the Band-Aid, Ben…just do it.

“Thank you, Rosaline.” Her name felt smooth in his mouth, and he had to quell the desire to say it again, just because. “So there’s some other work of mine in there, if you…if you want to look through them.” As much as he wanted her to like his artwork, the insecure part of him hoped that she would either decline, or skim through them and gloss over the depth of meaning in each piece.

Finally, his gaze turned to her face, and he knew there was no way she didn’t understand what he was offering. Rosaline glanced between his face and his portfolio, as if she was searching for any doubt…and suddenly his reservations dissipated. With a confident smile, Ben nodded, and watched as she began to leaf carefully…slowly…through the pages. Emotions played across her features, and when she finally looked up from the last sketch, it was with an understanding and kindness he’d never seen directed at him, even when she confronted him about his uncle.

“I know what it means for you to share this with me, Ben. Thank you for that trust.” Ros gave it back. “I’d love to hear the stories behind some of these pieces sometime, if you’re comfortable.” Just as Ben opened his mouth to respond, her phone rang, drawing her attention. Distress flickered across her face for an instant.

“Your aunt,” he murmured. She nodded, closing her eyes for a moment to steel herself to answer. The muscles in her shoulders, back, and arms coiled, and he noticed a minor tremor as she swiped across the screen. Ben ducked his head to catch her attention, and gestured behind them to let her know where to find him if she needed him. Rosaline gave him a weak smile and mouthed her thanks before returning her focus to the phone.

Ben was mildly surprised to see that the others had actually returned to studying when he made it back to the living room. Juliet glanced up when his shadow crossed her face, and immediately started looking for Rosaline. “Phone call,” he explained as he handed Romeo a soda.

“I mean, I was looking for something a little stronger than this…” his cousin teased.

“Uh, no. If there’s anyone who needs to get some major studying done today, it is you, dude.” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he had to resist the urge to cringe. Mercutio snorted behind him, and Benvolio flipped him off behind his back.

“Damn, you guys are taking the whole ‘mom and dad friend’ thing a little too seriously.” Heat rose in his cheeks, and the elder Montague knew that he couldn’t deny Romeo’s claim. He really didn’t have any desire to deny it…he spent his life looking after his cousin and his best friend…did anyone expect that to change now that they were adults? If anything, their shenanigans in college had brought out his protective nature even more than when they were kids. Someone had to make sure those goofballs didn’t throw away their futures for the sake of fun and love.

“Someone’s gotta be the responsible one and keep you all in check.”

The group settled back into their work, including Ben who put the finishing touches on his own project. Once he finished he glanced up at the clock, and realized Rosaline had been gone for forty-five minutes. He glanced back towards the door and then looked to Juliet. “Ros?”

“She texted me a few minutes ago…she’s not feeling well.”

Ben nodded, smothering a frustrated sigh. Discreetly, he drew his phone out and tapped out a quick message. Migraine?

Yeah, sorry to just bail.

You’re not the one who should be apologizing. Need anything?

Nothing really helps at this point. Just gotta sleep it off. Thanks Montague

Sleep well, Capulet.

Ben dropped his phone against his chest and cursed the fact that no one else, according to Rosaline, knew that her migraines were because of her miserable aunt. He got it, though…he knew all too well the desire to keep such a painful secret from loved ones. Even still, he was itching to go and have a word or two with Lady Capulet. The last person to deserve her abuse was Rosaline.

Curious, he lifted his phone again, and pulled up his search engine. After a few moments Ben smiled; he might not be able to help his friend against her aunt, but maybe he could help her find some relief from the aftermath.

#still star crossed #ssc fanfiction #rosvolio #modern!au #rosaline x benvolio #rosaline capulet #benvolio montague #romeo montague #mercutio #livia capulet #juliet capulet #paris

47 notes · View notes

sassasquashedgrapes · 7 years

Text

Beauty's Entrapment, The Sleeping Beauty series

Hello there!

This is inspired by the 2011 Australian film, Sleeping Beauty starring Emily Browning with an Eyes Wide Shut Stanley Kubrick feel.

I wrote the draft of this story in about mid 2012, and it's a bit obvious I took in some of the characters from the British E4 Series, Made in Chelsea as part of my inspiration for the other supporting characters (hehe, was a huge fan of the show).

So anyway, initially, I had intended this to be a short story of sorts, but as I revisited this plotline, I'm not quite sure on whether to continue it, but I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

**Warning: NSFW for nudity, excessive alcohol & drug use, sex with underlying rape theme, and obscene language. Rated R-17.

* * * *

***

Beauty’s Entrapment

“I’m telling you, man. It’s the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever done,” Walt throws his head back and lets out a guffaw as we listen with piqued interest at a recollection he encountered two fortnights before.

“So, basically you just lie in bed next to a naked hot girl and not fuck her?” Oliver Patman rubs his well-manicured hand thoughtfully against his clean shaven chin and taps his index finger emphasizing on the words: DO. NOT. FUCK.THE.HOT.GIRL, his eyes dubious behind the huge horn-rimmed tortoise shell glasses.

He’s the only one who is dressed casually in an off-beat gray shirt with a huge cross with a pair of eyes on them and black Diesel pants.

The rest of us are in suits and have just agreed meet up for some after lunch drinks at one of the newest bars that opened in SoHo.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Spencer Stevens scoffs as he raises his half empty class of martini and points at it imperiously to the bartender to throw him another hit.

“You have to admit there’s something poignant about the thought of lying next to someone who’s vulnerable and all you can do is absolutely nothing,” Tom Belhaven murmurs.

“Sounds like you can relate with that,” Stevens is at his fourth round and eyes Tom with derisive viciousness, taking in the redhead’s wildly psychedelic patterned pink Missoni shirt that’s given me a migrane in the last hour. As I finish the remains of the Madeira, which I consume hastily because I’m tempted to order a Vodka or something stronger. I realize that it’s 2 in the afternoon and I have to meet Lyca as she’s been dying to look over apartments on the East Village.

“Knock it off, Stevens.” I cock an eyebrow and smirk at the pretentious bastard.

“He may be a virgin but at least he was never fat.”

“Oh, fuck. Must we reminisce?”

“What did you call it Spenny, your Adele phase?” Walt chuckled as Spencer purses his lips and grins unabashedly.

“I’m sorry, Belhaven.”

But Tom is miles away as he cranes his necks and loosens the powder blue bow-tie.

Five of us sit idly around the bar as Walt patiently answers each of our questions. I turn and order a J&B, deciding that Lyca isn’t probably going to care if I have alcohol on my breath when I kiss her. She’s been doing this new ballet pilates exercise and swears she’s going to look better than Natalie Portman circa Black Swan.

Plus with her busy doing PR for a new client dubbed to be the next Zac Efron, it wasn’t a surprise either that my so-called longtime girlfriend is fucking him on the side as a bonus.

Not that I care anyway. She’s already slept with Oliver and had been fucking Spencer behind my back for the past two years I’ve lost track.

Carrington Walters the Third, whom we fondly call Walt because he refuses to be given a moniker like the Third as it sounds similar to ‘turd’; has been my closest friend since our days at Eton.

I grew up with Spencer, Oliver, and was next door neighbors with Tom but because Walt was the descendant of a famous English cookie and my grandfather was the last Earl of Mondevale, it only seemed appropriate that we taint our American blood with our long forgotten British heritage.

I rub my eyes occasionally, fighting the urge to sleep.

I’ve been working seventy hours a week for the last few months now that I’ve made senior partner at Lyndon & Pryce. I am the youngest ever to achieve the honor and lately I’ve been slacking my ass off not giving a rat’s ass, blanking in and out during meetings and mergers.

I sit and listen to Walt talk animatedly waving his hands on the air like a music conductor as I take in deep swallows of the J&B.

Belhaven sits on the other end, not listening to a word, as he eyes the huge Jackson Pollock painting as if it were the most interesting thing on earth while to me it looked like something from an infant who just barfed on a white Egyptian cotton bed sheet.

Patman looks at his glass occasionally, contemplating if he should order another round but because he’s been on strict detox, he digresses.

Stevens listens amiably, but he’s been eyeing the pretty brunette from the far side of the table whose been giving me salacious looks since we arrived.

* * *

“I’m a friend of Carrington Walters,” I answer the elderly bird-like lady who is dressed like a gothic governess during the Victorian era who greets me at the door.

How I managed to even bother with Walt’s suggestion that I go here was a stroke of spontaneity.

I had done my duty going around looking for apartments with Lyca. She had opted instead that the East Village had been deemed as ‘unfit’ for her aura and is now looking towards us getting something near Fifth Street, which would still be considered miles away from her parents living in Park Avenue.

I assume this is because she’s afraid that someone would catch her bringing home her latest ‘pet’ while I was sitting on my ass in the office, sleeping it off after a round of codeine and alcohol.

Instead of coming home to my stark white apartment on the West Village, that was covered in at least three muted shades of gray and black with nothing but a gigantic authentic samurai armor for décor as the piece de resistance, I hailed a taxi and asked to be driven at the specified address Walt relayed earlier.

It was out of sheer luck that the driver was willing to drive me anywhere near Rhode Island, as I fished in a couple of hundred dollar bills telling him I’d make it worth his while.

I had gotten off work at 9 and thought, what the fuck, any party that Walt brings in has got to be fun.

Besides, I thought to myself; I earned it anyway.

I’m brought to a sprawling three story mansion near Rhode Island that reminds me of one owned by the Vanderbilts with the Neo-Victorian era slash Tudor designed architecture.

I could tell the place was far younger as the plastered walls still didn’t achieve that aged appearance. I take a good look inside and could tell by the vast display of dark Persian rugs that this house was merely more for show because it looked too ostentatious for anyone to live here.

The bird-like Governess ushers me into something that reminds me of a waiting room with antique black steel ornate chairs lined with plush red velvet that remind me of a Gothic Versailles.

Now as I recall those days I spent in Paris roaming around King Louis XIV’s chateau, it was indeed like the place but better suited for Bram Stoker’s Dracula and his Vampire Brides with its Baroque styled interior furnishing.

Blood. Sex & Rock and Roll.

I’m so enthralled that I barely notice the tall statuesque redhead who looks old enough to be my mother.

She’s expensively dressed in head to toe Chanel and is wearing Christian Louboutin pumps that may have been appropriate for a woman half her age, but because of her undeniably perfect legs she puts it off well enough.

Her strawberry blonde hair is neatly styled into a coif and her entire outfit reminds me of a Stepford Wife. H

er cold blue eyes meet my hazel browns and she looks at me from head to toe, giving me an appraisal that I’m not quite sure whether she approves or not. I cock my head to the side and wait for her to finish giving me her stare down. When she’s done with her inspection, I offer my hand and introduce myself. She responds by saying that her name is Evelyn Collins.

I get the feeling that she’s lying, but don’t comment on that either.

“I take it you have been briefed in by your friend on how we deal with our matters?” she inquires but it sounds more like a statement than a question.

I nod curtly.

“We have a moral code here that the girls are not to be penetrated under any circumstances and I am taking your word as a gentleman that you will stand by that rule.”

“Yes,” I answer contritely like an obedient prep school boy.

She looks again at me to judge my sincerity. Her piercing gaze narrows as she assesses me by taking in my features as if she were mentally calculating a difficult problem that needed to be solved immediately.

“You are not what I expected from Mr. Walters usual referrals.”

“Is it because I’m younger?” Based from Walt’s stories, this decadent discovery was a revered endorsement given by his 60 year old uncle who was not only rich as Midas but was an absolute lecher.

Walt had been introduced to the lifestyle as a means of finding new ideas on events planning at he’s been working as an events coordinator for one of New York’s bigger, more successful nightclubs.

This ranked as one of his monthly dalliances, the kind that to most would have been considered like trying a new restaurant or going to that latest spa for the heck of it.

From Walt’s endorsement at the bar earlier this afternoon, the rules were that the man could do anything to the heavily drugged women except engage in sexual intercourse, which was probably was something mostly old men who were dependent on Viagra could do without.

I heard of brothels during the Japanese Feudal era where men visited places such as these just for the pleasure of lying beside opium laden beautiful women just to watch them sleep.

As I recalled during my brief Japanese Literature class in Yale about a novel written by Yasunari Kawabata telling a tale of where rich men of a certain elderly age paid high amounts of money to visit a place where they could spend a night sleeping with beautiful young girls.

So it was no surprise that Evelyn Collins would readily assume this.

However, her next words take me by surprise.

“It’s because you’re attractive,” she says flatly.

I’m well over six feet in height, weigh 180 pounds of lean muscle, I exercise regularly and have been joining triathlons since I entered law school in Harvard. I had dark brown hair and piercing hazel brown eyes that complimented my tanned skin. I owe it my mother, whose Malaysian and Portuguese heritage added to the Eurasian mix had blended it well enough that I still managed to maintain the best of the Caucasian features, but with dark, bronze-skinned coloring that many of my friends envied.

Walt on the other hand, compared to me was less attractive standing at five foot seven inches with a shock of pale blond hair, an Irish boxer’s nose that often reminded me of a parrot, and had a tendency to turn beet red if he had too much sun exposure.

His uncle was a 300 pound version of my friend.

She then swiftly changes the topic and asks briefly about my background. I feel no shame and tell her about myself, what schools I’ve attended, that I’ve been living in Manhattan for most of my life except that time when my parents sent me off to Eton, my travels and other particulars.

She seems neither disapproving nor impressed and I get this feeling that she employs this method rather out of courtesy than curiosity.

I’m also more than certain that there have been more distinguished men who have like me gone through the same process, yet somehow I feel as if she’s also testing me: whether to see I am worthy to even be stuck in this presence.

After my ‘interview’, she pauses for a moment and I bite the urge of excusing myself and getting the fuck out of here as I feel as if I’ve overstepped my boundaries.

After what felt like a contemplation that took almost forever, Evelyn finally speaks.

“I’ve changed my mind about you. I won’t give you the usual treatment that Mr. Walters expects. Yours will be something….different, but special nonetheless.”

She adds as she lifts the white porcelain phone beside her and speaks in a low, soft voice in fluent French that I could barely comprehend the words she utters except for the distinct word ‘virgin girl’.

She hangs up and offers me a genteel smile and a nod signaling that I am to follow her to the next adjacent room.

She opens the paneled doors and ushers me inside a huge bedroom heavily draped in dark red curtains that cover the high paneled windows. She then nods and mutters goodnight to me, leaving me alone as I take in the full view of the room but instead of minding the décor, my eyes zero in on the woman sleeping underneath the covers of the huge bed that is centrally located in the room.

As I approach her, I am unmindful of the fact that the walls are heavily painted in deep shades of red with a high back chair that rests besides a huge king-sized four poster bed that’s decked with a heavy Oak wood headboard and decked with sheets that are matched in leathery brown hues and red giving it an aristocratic, yet highly masculine feel.

I stand beside the naked girl with burnished honey colored hair and pale lucent white skin that complements the bed as if she herself were included in the ornate decoration.

Just by looking at her I automatically know that she’s young, probably at least barely legal or at least 18 years of age. Which isn’t too young for a man of my age at 25 years, except that she had probably had men far older than myself.

I continue to stare as I watch her sleep, almost anticipating her to wake up, but her even breathing suggests that whatever Evelyn had given her had knocked her out cold.

I marvel how she really is a pretty fetching thing.

There was an innocent sexiness about her in that delicately angled face with russet colored thick eyelashes and delicately arched eyebrows that have been shaped to perfection; a light dusting across her pert straight nose and pink sensual lips that reminded me of those pretty ingénues starring on those teen dramas that my younger sister loved to watch.

She had the look right down to a pat. While myself, I preferred dark haired sophisticated, sensual women like Lyca, whose long straight chestnut hair and ebony eyes and tan skin on well toned curves were more befitting for a centerfold on Maxim’s.

However, I could care less about my girlfriend at the moment for there was something enthralling about the sleeping girl that as if she could hear me, I find myself easily conversing with her.

“Hi, my name is…” I drift in midsentence, realizing she could give a fuck what my name is and is probably dreaming of some prince charming who looked like me that would rescue her and get her out of here instead of being caressed by some geezer who’s old enough to be her grandfather.

I smile in wry amusement wondering how indeed she would react if she knew that instead of being stuck with a saggy assed lecher, she was to spend a night with me.

I’m finding this no-penetration rule thing a lot harder to abide by the minute.

So instead, I fish around my suit jacket and take out a pack of Dunhills. I shrug myself out of my jacket and toss it to the chair beside me and sit on the free side of the bed as I cross my long legs.

Due to the enormous size of the bed, I don’t feel the need to move her and move in closer that I’m on the opposite side, acting as a reluctant guardian as I lie on top of the covers while she’s underneath and almost with a slight hesitation, I turn towards her as if to ask permission to what I’m about to do.

“Do you mind? Of course you don’t.”

I light up the first cigarette and take a deep breath, inhaling the goodness of the nicotine adding up to my system already mixed with two tablets of Vicodine that I’ve downed with a shot of Remy Martin.

I’m relieved Evelyn barely noticed how bloodshot my eyes were when I had first arrived at the mansion as I again turn to take a look at my lovely bed partner whose deep breathing was in sync that her mouth exhaled in a delicately sweet sigh that sounded incredibly erotic for something so menial.

For the first time, in what I may have considered may have been far longer than I could ever recall, here was a female who was unaware of my presence.

She appears oblivious to the man smoking beside her as she continues with her current comatose state, unmindful of the smoke emanating my hands.

I had been used to countless of women giving me fascinated looks, or wondering if I was the devil incarnate like how Evelyn had done earlier.

I’m also accustomed to being talked to incessantly to by women like Lyca, who could just never seem to be content on whether to fire her current facialist who does home services or take advantage of her friend’s newly opened spa, but thinks that she isn’t ready to trust herself especially with the Vietnamese as she feels like one of them might do a Viet Cong on her face that might scare off her new tricolored Cavalier King Charles Spaniel puppy, Alex who is said to be of the same litter as the dog belonging to Kate Middleton.

In fact, for the longest time that I could ever recall, this is the first time I felt that a woman is completely oblivious to my presence.

I’m not sure if it’s because of the drug interaction to my system that’s done me in or just out of pure ennui that I begin having a one sided conversation with the woman sleeping beside me.

I think of a mundane to talk about to initially amuse me, since there really wasn’t much to do. I wasn’t sleepy either in spite of my inebriated drugged state, so I talk about my day at work, about my relationship with Lyca and how I wasn’t sure if I wanted to really marry her because her father had just made me senior partner at his firm and somehow expected that out of me.

I tell her about my mother which was rarely something I did because I haven’t spoken about her since the day she walked out of my life and divorced my father for plastic surgeon from Brazil who turned out to have a fake license and is now being sued heavily for malpractice.

I then turned the conversation about my boyhood and Walt and how I had come around to finding this place.

Then finally I describe to her my father, my older brother and little sister whom I haven’t spoken to in a year because I just ‘didn’t feel like talking’ to them. I realize that after what seemed like a soliloquy that had drained me out completely, added to the fact that I had just run out of cigarettes and that dawn was close approaching, I take a long puff of my last cigarette and glance again at the still sleeping form beside me.

The entire night she had not moved a muscle but that had not bothered me in the least because I knew from her heavy breathing that somewhere in the deepest depths of her slumber, she had perhaps dreamt of a man who did nothing but sit beside her and give a brief summary about his life.

Perhaps she dreamt too if she had wondered who I was, what I looked like, who my people where, and my character.

But alas, she just slept it off without a toss like she could give a fuck. I was beginning to like her already.

I threw a grim smile over that delectable sleeping form and said, “Well, goodnight to you as well. Sleep while you can.”

With that, I put out my cigarette butt on the ash tray and sleep beside her without touching her. It was the deepest, most peaceful slumber I had ever experienced.

It lasted for an hour.

***

“You cheeky devil you.” Walt was grinning ear to ear as we have lunch at the new Japanese restaurant at Tribeca as news from Evelyn had reached my precocious friend about my dalliance last night.

“When I told the boys about that sleeping beauty brothel, I would have expected Belhaven or even Stevens to have gone there. But you? Have you finally broken things up with Angelica already?”

“Lyca doesn’t know I went there so I would appreciate you keep your mouth shut,” I answer dryly as I reach in another serving of raw prawn and dunk it on the hot plate in front of me.

“Hey, you know you can trust me, I’m your boy!” Walt isn’t exactly thrilled with my relationship with Lyca knowing her turbulent history but he knows better than to meddle as her family also handles the legal part of his business.

“Evelyn was rather impressed by you.” I snort in disbelief.

“She looked like she was debating whether I was the spawn of Satan then I get upgraded by being assigned to sleep with the jeune fille vierge.” I say, repeating the exact French words used to describe the delightfully sensual young woman, whom I had truly little doubt was still a virgin in reality given with looks like hers.

Walt’s eye grow twice in size in amazement and he gives a hoot of laughter.

“That’s fucking amazing! Do you know what that means?” He taps me against my shoulder and inspects my reaction and I shrug in indifference as I continue to eat my noodles.

“It’s like the highest honor the House gives to their guests.”

When Walt doesn’t see any recognition on my face he quickly explains.

“Remember when we were in Yale and we had that class with Mr. Ichikawa on Japanese Feudalism? He gave us that novel to read on our spare time about the House of Sleeping Beauties where this old impotent dude practically sleeps with every virgin in the house, saying that one chick is different from another in sleep.

The same rules follow in the Chateau de Beaute Dorme as my Uncle calls it. It starts as a bidding.

All the gentlemen of the room are presented with a beavy of beautiful women wearing Venetian masks to conceal their features, dressed up in lingerie, serving them dinner, barely speaking a word to them as they dine.

The women wear little make-up except for the lipstick that’s the same shade as, get this, their vagina.” Walt snickers as he recounts the dinner he had to endure not being able to chat nor charm the women. “ He takes a long sip of his Asahi Super dry, as if running out of breath from explaining before he resumes.

“The most prominent server is the one who apart from all the other women who wear different colored lingerie, she’s decked in pure white and is called the jeune fille vierge and is also known as the head server. She’s the most special of all of them, because not only is she fucking expensive, but her Duenna, that’s Evelyn to us only bestows that honor to the one they call Le Roi Charmant, who could either be the Head of the table or the male host or the highest selected bidder.”

Walt then gives me a pointed look, like he’s examining me in some revalida.

“But I see it on your face that you weren’t invited to a banquet nor did you have to bid for her either.”

“No, I wasn’t.” I answered slightly bewildered by the notion.

“And that’s what makes it twice more impressive in your case,” Walt laughs as he quickly downs his second round of sake that his gin blossom is starting to show.

“You have to get an invite first. I only told it to you guys so Evelyn could register your names and arrange a party for us but I guess when she met you, she thought differently and made you go all the way instead. Which reminds me, how much did you pay her?”

I answer in the amount agreed upon on that first night.

Walt now looks amazed.

“That’s barely even close to the asking price for a jeune fille. My uncle wanted the same privilege and even charged twice, but Evelyn decline and offered him a different girl, one she said that had far more, erm, experience in dealing with men.”

Walt looks over his shoulder as if he doesn’t want to be heard and lowers his voice.

“You see there was this incident with a previous girl who was selected as the jaune fille vierge but woke up earlier than scheduled and found that she was lying naked to a dead old man.”

He shakes his head, as if trying to get that image off his head.

“Rumor has it that the poor girl was so traumatized that she was confined to a mental hospital and never recovered. So these days, they’re more careful and selective with their patrons and the girls they choose.”

“So are the jaune filles really virgins?”

Walt grins devilishly. “Who knows? The only way you’ll find out is if you stick your cock in her, but that’s against the rules. Though I would like to see someone try.”

***

I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to see her and do this again, but I find myself looking at the card given me by Evelyn. I dial the number and make arrangements with Claude, the House chauffer who is a taciturn fellow as we drive in silence as thoughts of the turn of last night’s events run through my mind.

I cancel my date with Lyca, telling her that I wasn’t feeling well and needed to sleep early.

I could tell from the tone of her disinterested voice that she didn’t really care even though she had at least made an effort to pout her prettily saying that she was going to miss me.

But my thoughts aren’t even remotely centered on Lyca’s lips but are towards someone else’s.

“It’s good again to see you,” Evelyn pauses and gives me a formal nod when she sees me again at the waiting area.

“I trust you had enjoyed your first night.”  

“I did,” I admitted sheepishly. “It was quite unexpectedly pleasant.”

“Then I take it you are not interested in choosing another girl?”

“No, I like the first one just fine.” I felt ridiculous as I didn’t even know her name. Polite conversation tells me that I should at least inquire.

“You realize that we normally charge a higher fee for one such as prized as our Jaune Fille Vierge. I trust Mr. Walters has informed you of such matters?”

“Yes,” I answer acerbically, waving an air of dismissal as I hand her the Centurion Card which she graciously hands over to her assistant.

“Which reminds me, what is her name?” I ask as she hands me back my credit card that I hastily shove back to my wallet.

“Cassandra,” she lies blithely barely batting an eyelash as she leads me again to a different room.

This room is much different than the first. A bit more spacious than the red velvet room, but still ornately decorated in the same romantic Baroque taste that matched the other interior decors of the mansion.

It still had the same king-sized bed, but this time styled differently in muted white, lilac and gold tones with the bed post decorated in gold carvings reminiscent of Italian Capitone.

It was like a setting from the Renaissance and I felt like Casanova about to seduce a beautiful young princess who was again lying naked, this time on top of the covers where her beautiful flawless body was exposed save for the delicate gold Venetian mask covering her face.

I grin and take long easy strides toward her and pause taking in the full view of her taunt perfectly shaped breasts, flat stomach, long shapely legs and notice that she’s also had a Brazilian wax as her nether regions are free from pubic hair.

I shake of the stirring I start to feel in between my legs and opt for humor instead focusing on the costume covering her face.

“I see, are we attending a party?” I chuckle at her and grin as I sit down beside her and trace a finger across the Gold Fleur de Lys mask that not only covers the delicate beauty underneath, but somehow it adds a subtle mystery making her just as alluring which I found almost impossible, having never to compare it with anyone woman I’ve ever been with.

My eyes rove around lovingly at the notes displayed on the top of her mask and absentmindly I lift her gently, the back of her long, dark golden hair brushing against my arm as I trace the golden swirls around the mask that match the color of her hair.

She relaxes against me, trusting me completely as I hold her upper body with my arm and as I look down at her as desire shoots up my system.

The first night I was amused by her, but lust has taken a strong hold of me that it’s taken me a bit by surprised that I look at my surroundings instead of focusing on that gorgeous face where I’m again given a conscious self reminder as I look at the conspicuously hidden cameras that I’m also aware that we’re not fully alone either.

I try to recall the previous night if there had been any cameras but also due to the smaller size of the room, it might have been more difficult to install one. I had come to an earlier conclusion that perhaps Evelyn was testing me the first time by seeing if I could truly keep my word.

The second room, though far more grand in comparison, was also stark in feeling and I knew that my behavior was again being observed.

I shrug these thoughts aside and concentrate on the beauty who was a bit uncomfortable wearing her mask.

Almost without thinking, I gently remove the restraining object and ran my fingers across her soft silky hair.

It was beginning to feel unnerving staying so close to someone so exquisitely tempting yet completely forbidden. I carry her entire weight on my arms easily and with a free arm shift her weight on my right side, the side of her face nestling comfortably against my shoulder as I pull the covers down hastily. I know her unconscious state also makes her unaware of her positioning so I’m just as careful to support her head as I kick off my shoes and gently lay her down beside me.

It seems innocent enough at first but somewhere between carrying her and the thought of that gorgeous body naked against mine brings my libido senses into hyper drive.

Fuck, this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done and I’ve barely removed my own clothes.

I’m aware that my erection is desperately begging to be sprung free off my navy blue Armani pinstripe suit pants and I hastily remove my matching Armani blazer and tie as I sit straddling myself on top of her in my vest, white blouse and pants.

I keep my lust meter on check and throw the remaining articles of clothing from my body until I’m down to my Calvin Klein boxers.

I’m breathing heavily watching the easy rise and fall of her breasts that I close my eyes and try to remember that I cannot under any circumstances do what I’ve been dying to do to her the minute I walked in the room.

I lean over and nuzzle her neck, inhaling the deep scent that is her mixed with a heady combination that reminds me of strawberries, champagne, and lily of the valley.

“Who are you?”

I ask as my voice goes hoarse before I run my tongue against her neck, tracing it upwards towards her ear, tasting and savoring the very flavor that I know only belongs to her and so far, I could barely recall anyone, even Lyca tasting just as sweet and succulent.

“Tell me your name.” I demand again kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, and her nose as I run my hands through that dark titian mass of hair then with one arm supporting my upper body because I’m afraid with my built might bruise that perfectly smooth lovely skin of hers while the other hand caresses her chin and cups it towards me as I aim my lips for her mouth.

I kiss her slowly, tasting those luscious pink lips that have haunted me from the time I left her last night as I revel in the knowledge that I could never have imagined anything better than this moment as I graze my teeth gently across her velvety soft lips, cupping slight pressure with one hand on her chin.

I groan and continue to kiss her as my hands move further down on her breasts to fondle them and I knew that whatever I had done had aroused her as much as I could feel her nipples harden undeneath my touch.

It feels almost like heaven, but not just quite until I’m completely naked and I could feel my cock poking underneath begging for the same release in that junction between her thighs.

I stop myself from the urge to dry hump her and open my eyes and watch hoping that my Sleeping Beauty would awaken and give me the response I’ve been trying to elicit in these past few moments.

Instead I find with a huge disappointment that my seductive efforts have been in vain as she continues to lie peacefully, unaware of what has just happened.

She just lies there, absolute unaware of my physical assault that I’m shocked for a moment that I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers as I again breathe heavily trying to erase every erotic thought that’s drumming now in my tormented brain.

Never, ever under hell or high water was I going to rape a woman, let alone a virgin (that is if she truly is still one) while she’s knocked off unconscious.

I’ve attended the most insane frat parties during my time in Yale, even going as far as being invited to other parties from Brown and Sarah Lawrence.

I’ve seen a lot of drunk, unconscious, albeit half-naked attractive college girls but never had I once contemplated in engaging something like this that it makes me feel like a vile lecher.

I was no better than Walt’s uncle Francis and even Evelyn couldn’t trust the man to spend five minutes alone with her.

My thoughts then viciously turn to the other ‘men’ who may want her on those banquets Walt described. I’ve trusted that the impotent dirty old men before me couldn’t have gone far, but I didn’t want to think that there was anyone else who would want this girl more than I.

I already made up my mind.

I barely knew anything about her and already I wanted to be her champion.

Her guardian.

Her knight-in-fucking-shining-armor.

I smile tenderly at her. She answers in a symphony of deep, heavy breathing that I’m amazed that this girl barely snores as I cup my hands on her face and kiss the side of her mouth.

I’m also glad that my erection has ceased knowing that in the next succeeding nights, she will be mine alone and though I’m highly aware that I could never make love to her, she could at least have me in her most vulnerable state.

With a reluctant sigh, I roll off her and sit up to pull the covers up our bodies.

I lay her head underneath my chest where our legs are entangled as I lean my head against the top of her head, taking in the mix of strawberries and lily as I close my eyes in contentment.

Before I drift off to slumber, she briefly half opens her eyes and responds to my previous questions as if answering one in a dream.

“Emily,” she murmurs tiredly as she closes her eyes once more.

***

“I’ve been trying to call you for days, where have you been?” Walt yells from one side of the road when he finds me crossing down a block near my apartment.

It’s been three weeks since that fateful night and I’ve been spending each night with my Sleeping Beauty. It was a mid-afternoon Saturday and I find myself experiencing the most excruciating migraine as I feel my sinuses pounding along to the point that I feel like one side of my mouth has gone numb and my left incisor is going to fall off.

I occasionally press the side of my nose to stop the pain. I search for my pocket for Xanax and Valium as I’m feeling anxious all over again from the pain. I had been prescribed previously by a psychiatrist of these medications and because he’s a good friend of the family’s I’ve always had a stand-by prescription.

I pop them quickly on my mouth as I find Walt easing his way up to me and I quickly down it with the Gatorade bottle I’ve been holding on to for my morning jog.

My mind hasn’t been really focused lately, I’ve barely had a moment’s peace that the only moments that I do finally rest are when I’m with her.

Even if it means having to spend a chaste two or three hours alone with her, I didn’t give a shit.

I needed her like I needed to breathe.

“I heard you broke it off with Lyca.”

“Oh fuck, not you too.” I moan in protest.

Here you’d think Walt would be happy but he looks….concerned.

“Seriously, are you ok? You haven’t been yourself lately. You barely hang out with us, you’re chronically late at work and you look like shit. Christ, you haven’t been getting enough sleep either.”

He throws a worried look at my haggard face shakes his head in dismay.

“Man, I know this is none of my business and I know I’m partly to blame for this but you’ve got to stop seeing that girl. That little sleeping beauty house party was supposed to be just for fun. Like that time when we got high on coke and skied on the Alps for the fucking sheer thrill of it. If I knew you were going go all loopy on just one girl---“  

“Leave it,” I warn as my eyes turn flat cold.

“Jeez, man. Settle down! I’m not the enemy here,” Walt raises both his hands up in truce as I grimace at my behavior.

Weeks have gone by since that first night. It was an obsession, a drug I couldn’t stop.

Walt have every right to call my shit but yet here I am.

I don’t even recognize myself, like my life had been turned down in this need to be with this girl.

I couldn’t understand it, hell, I couldn’t understand my own behavior.

  I keep my silence and pat Walt’s shoulder as a truce.

He grunts and gives me a sour look.

“Look man, it’s gotta stop. Whatever it is. You don’t even look like yourself, shit. Have you seen yourself in front of the mirror?” Walt says quietly, taking note of the bristles growing on my chin.

“I can’t stop thinking of her,” I answer rubbing my hands on my face.

“Then don’t. Figure out who she is, where she’s from, what she’s doing. Get her out of that shit slumber whore party and be her knight in shining armor, that would be the one thing the young hotshot lawyer, defender of the peace and all morality, Philip Jason Young I know would have done.” He looks at me expectantly.

It’s at that moment as Walt and I are arguing I see her walk by.

Sleeping Beauty.

My Emily.

Except out in the sunny mid-afternoon of New York, she's not asleep, but very much awake and crossing the street.

She’s wearing a teal colored shirt dress with a denim messenger wrapped around her slender both and beat-up white sneakers walking like as if she’s in a hurry.

Without warning, I follow her. Ignoring Walt as I mutter something inaudible, probably an apology, leaving him at my wake with an incredulous look.

I don’t care.

I follow her. But not close enough to catch up to her.

There was no way I was just going to introduce myself to her. It might creep her out.

Heck, if I were in her shoes, I’d be running for the hills, if she found out what I had done to her in her defenseless sleep.

She walks in some non-descript diner across the street.

As I enter, I find myself sitting in one of the comfortable bench type counters. The place had a rustic, old-school 1950’s feel to it. Whoever was running it did their best to keep it running considering this was one of the lesser better parts of the city. Not exactly Hell’s Kitchen, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.

I watch in silence as she talks to one of the staff as she makes a beeline inside the staff room.

She emerges a few minutes later donning an apron and I realize she works here as one of the waitress.

A myriad of panic and excitement bubbles in me as I see her walk my way.

“Hi, what can I get you?” She asks cheerfully, completely unaware of who I am and what I’ve done to her those long tortuous nights.

*** 

  Story ends here. Or does it?   Tune in to find out more on the second part Beauty’s Entrapment: Beauty in a Cage.

#original short story #fiction #sleeping beauty #emily browning #romance #creative writing

6 notes · View notes

itsdragonfire13 · 7 years

Text

YJ Livejournal Fic Rec Part1

I’ve become tired of losing stories I like on the Young Justice Livejournal so I’m going to make a list of them here. There’s a lot... Most will be under a read more. IF LINKS DON’T WORK PLEASE TELL ME!

This has 21 fics, I’ll probably make a few more of these fic rec things.

1. The Checklist: Wally has a HUGE crush on John Stewart-- posters on his wall, t-shirts, always trying to catch a glimpse of him whenever they're with the league, etc. I'm not too sure how old John was when he was given his ring, but I'd guess that, since Wally's 15 in YJ and John is already part of the league, he's in his early twenties? And maybe one day GL has to take Wally home after a mission or something, and Wally's all, "Ohmygod OHMYGOD what do I say to him" and the like. (Complete)

2. Greetings from the Twineball (Wish You Were Here): Doing stuff together at super speed. Running to Paris for lunch and racing each other to the south pole to play with penguins, for example. I want lots of silly brotimes between the two, because Kon needs to have some fun.(Complete)

3. The Batsitter Begins: all the batsiblings have a crush on wally, and they try to woo him in different ways. BONUS: they're all younger than dick BONUS2: they try to court him the bat way so it's extremely subtle, and after a while they get impatient and one of them just kisses him. (WIP, though you can kinda look at it as if it’s complete)

4. Just Affectionate: Wally's parents aren't abusive, just... neglectful, mainly in an emotional way. Distant. Fortunately, Wally has his aunt and uncle, and the Garricks, for hugs and smiles and emotional support and caring about that 'A' he got on his chemistry test. Small things. None of them realize that he's not getting any of these at home. They think he's just really social. Then, Barry and Iris are both gone at the same time, for whatever reason. (Mission, reporting, etc.) So are the Garricks, if you choose to include them. This absence lasts for an extended period of time, to the point where it starts to affect Wally. So he compensates when visiting Mount Justice. At first it's just extra hugs for teammates, which are nice, if a bit confusing. As time goes on, though, it extends to other things. Talking about his day, getting moody when there isn't anyone around, spending more time at Mount Justice than usual, taking negative feedback as more of a blow. This includes mentors, not just teammates. (Complete!)

5. Five Times Wally Couldn't Drive and One Time He Could: Wally, learning how to drive and being horrible at it. So Barry calls in Robin, because Robin is BAMF and can relate to Wally. And I'd love it if you included this little tidbit, because I kind of fell in love with it but am too lazy to write the rest. "You have a license?" Wally asks, his eyebrows horribly skeptical. Robin snorts. "Yes." Wally's eyebrow hitches higher, and the corner of Robin's mouth twitches as he tries not to smile. "In Russia." (Complete)

6. On my honor, I will do my best: Superboy hears people refer to Superman as a boyscout. So, to try to be more like Superman, he joins the boyscouts. (Complete)

7. Play It By Trust: Despite how brief his stint as Dr. Fate was, Wally can still hear Nabu when he’s near enough to the Helmet of Fate (how near is up to you anon.) Surprisingly, Nabu is kind of a bitchy roommate. (Complete)

8. Kidnapping is Bad: Wally is the only one that knows Robin's secret identity on team right? So I figure they probably hang out on the weekends in Gotham or Central or some place when they aren't doing missions or dynamic duoing. And seeing as how Dick Grayson has to be the receiving end of a multitude of kidnappings but this time I would like a time when kidnappers are forced to take Wally too because there can't be witnesses! (Complete)

9. Wally VS Wednesday: So say Wally's dating someone older, whether it's Kaldur or Roy or someone from the League, and at some point when he hasn't been having a good day, his boyfriend comes to see him after school ends, right at the gate. Cue hug, or a careless kiss, and by the next day, everyone's talking. (Complete with a few bonus chapters)

10. Baby’s First Book: Superboy is brand new in the world and he has a lot of firsts. Someone gets him a baby's first book were you put down all of the first things a baby does(first word, first laugh, first spit bubble). It can be a joke, something serious, maybe M'gann just trying to follow earth culture. Even though it's kind of silly the whole team helps to fill it up. So what would be the kind of things the team would want to remember?(Complete)

11. Wally.. Why do you Have Two Hearts?: There is something about the Young Justice team. A secret hidden so deep that only one of them is privy to the knowledge. There aren't two aliens on the team. There are three. (and Timelords are very good at running.) (WIP, But can be looked as Completed)

12. ‘Cause They’re Part of the Six Teens: The mentors have to face a horrible, horrible realization. Even though their former-sidekicks are still nominally their partners... in reality, the members of YJ are Batman's. How they come to this conclusion is up to you, but I would love to see Batman stepping up for any non-Robin member of YJ. Crack/angst/slash/gen/whatever is perfectly fine.

Bonus: "Batman is the happiest I've ever seen him. Six teenagers and they're all his." (Completed)

13. Speedster Chase Instinct: Speedsters have an innate need to chase/race really fast things. Wally keeps his under control by playing tag/racing Barry every couple of days (and vice versa), but what happens if Flash can't be there for some reason? Bonus points if he suddenly goes running after the Javelin /Batmobile (Completed)

14. Everyone Needs a Little More Dick: A certain Dick Grayson is put into the custody of a certain Agent Gibbs and his staff. He gets to meet the whole team and trolls the shit out of Tony though no one believes the poor guy when he tries to tell the others about it. Dick's got those innocent-who-me? baby blues that NO ONE can resist. Bonus if this when he's older and can still pull off the kicked puppy look. Super bonus if Superboy gets involved somehow, though just him. EPIC SUPER BONUS if you have Dick and Gibbs bonding in their red head kink. (Completed)

15. Hal Jordan or Uncle McAwesome: Five times Hal Jordan was there for Wally as an uncle/mentor and the one time Wally was there for Hal. (Completed)

16. Batty’s Little Babies: 5 Times Batman thought of the members of Young Justice as his children.(Completed)

17. Mission: Seduce Sexy Snarky Damian: Wally is thrilled when Robin tells him his secret ID! After doing so, Robin takes him to Wayne Manor to introduce him to his brothers: Damian, Tim, and Jason. What Wally wasn't expecting was the feeling that came over him as he laid eye on the gorgeous Damian Wayne. Cue Wally beginning phase one of Mission: Seduce Sexy Snarky Damian! Romance ensues! Damian/Wally Note: The ages are reversed. Meaning, Damian is the oldest (precisely what age is up to author anon), Tim's second oldest, Jason is second youngest, and Dick is the youngest. Bonus: Insert humor as Wally tries pick up lines, over the top flirting techniques, and failed attempts to be seductive, etc. (Completed, it’s a minfill)

18. Fill(It’s just called that no other name): Cadmus cloning project always ended in failure - clone degeneration, imperfect powers, starts to have mind of its own and goes against them, etc. They can't make a perfect weapon that can kill/replace Superman. So tried a different approach this time. Instead of developing one weapon, they're going to make a set of different weapons - each focusing on different powers that could go toe on toe with Superman. And so Cadmus had their perfect set of weapons. Separated, they can handle a fight of their own. They have been trained thoroughly and their powers have been honed to perfection - the clone is now stronger, the speedster now rivals the Flash with his speed, and the alien could now use all her power with great expertise. (WIP; it’s amazing though!)

19. Filling the Empty Rooms: Since Roy has shown a love for masks only rivaled by every memeber in the batfamily, I would like to request AU where Roy is adopted by Bruce. Could it also include Roy, Rob and KF hanging out in the Batcave? (Completed)

20. Kid Lantern: Wally loses his powers (reason up to anon) and starts feeling down about being depowered. Though he knows that powers don't make the hero, he still feels that he needs them help. Cue Uncle Hal lending Wally Green Lantern powers until he regains his speed (which he does, eventually). And Wally, being the ever lovable teenager that he is, has some 'fun' with those powers. Perhaps he trolls people or maybe the powers allow him to save his friends from a really powerful villain. (Complete; Minifill)

21. The Hazard of Accidental Dimension Travel: Wally doesn't disappear. He travels dimensions. The JLU one to be exact. And he manages there for quite some time, getting himself an identity, a job, and even becomes a founder of the Justice League in that dimension. (Completed)

#dc #young justice #fic rec #all different pairings #most are centered around Wally #I really like him okay?#wally west

4 notes · View notes