#forever traumatized but the one time i lost my nose ring when i had a cold and blew my nose while i was still half asleep

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no one ever warns you before you get a nose piercing about how awkward and uncomfortable it will be to ugly cry or get a cold. don’t get me wrong that wouldn’t have stopped me but i do miss the days when i could aggressively blow and wipe my nose with complete confidence and reckless abandon

#forever traumatized but the one time i lost my nose ring when i had a cold and blew my nose while i was still half asleep #and it took my like an hour to realize it was gone #and i had to shove an earring through it and walk around like that for hours until my piercing place opened #i’ve had it pierced for like 9 months it’s not new. but like. am i over it? no. #will i take it out? also no. #she’s worth it

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Day 2- Fighting for a Dragon’s Wish

So this one has a special dedication section. It was exactly 1 year ago today that @dimdiamond​ made this post, and this Cursed AU came to be. It is almost insane how well this has all come together, but I guess Dim doesn’t call me “madman” for nothing.🤣

If you would like for this to be my next fic, please be sure to shower it with lots of love (reblogs/likes/comments).🥰💖 All plot bunnies will be linked back to this masterpost.

Summary: The Arkenstone was no more and it’s wish granting dragon, gone with it. The traumatic events left Bilbo wanting to hang up his fighting lifestyle until thirteen rude aliens barge their way onto his planet demanding the stone. Bilbo finds himself traversing the galaxy in search of the Silmarils which may have the power to restore the Arkenstone, and along the way learn that he actually has more in common with the Ereborians than he realizes.

It had taken a long time for Bilbo to be considered a respectable hobbit. Given his particular history, many would have seen it as impossible. However, Bilbo rather enjoyed the quiet bustle the village he moved to had to offer. He all but preened in the golden sunlight that aided his small garden, and most important of all: his staff remained a walking stick only when he felt like venturing on a small jaunt through the woods surrounding his hilly home. For the first time in his life, he was completely at peace. His friends, however, had a different opinion.

“Forgive me for asking,” The tall Dale native grimaced. “You just seem so…”

“Bored.” Gandalf finished for Bard glaring down the end of his pipe at Bilbo.

The hobbit calmly sipped from his cup of tea before he deigned to answer his pseudo-father figure. Bilbo was fifteen years old when he lost his entire family in one brutal attack. Gandalf had been the one to take him in, and while he was forever grateful to the old man, he rather resented the implication that Bilbo relied on the way of the life he had been provided. 

“Rest assured, I’m quite content. The people of Hobbiton have been very welcoming, and I don’t find myself wanting for much here.” 

Both of his companions furrowed their brows skeptically, and thinking on his feet, Bilbo realized a subject change was in order.

“And Bard, how is your family? Are they…adjusting?”

Just as he hoped, the man’s expression smoothed over into pure joy. 

“Aye, they are glad to be back. And I’m more than happy to have them back. Thanks to you, Bilbo.”

“Oh, posh.” The hobbit waved off. “I was but a small part of that story. You are the real hero here, Bard.”

Rather than encouraging a turn in the conversation, Bard and Gandalf went back to frowning at him. Bilbo felt his nose twitch as his eyes fell, rather rudely, to the dark, liquid reflection of himself from his teacup. 

Bard cleared his throat. “This is a lovely home, though, Bilbo.”

The hobbit smiled as he seized the flag of truce gladly.

“Thank you, I built it myself.”

“Did you really?” Bard asked in amazement, really taking in the architecture of the smial.

Bilbo nodded indulgently, resisting the urge to rub at the callouses on his knuckles. Gandalf’s eyes seemed to zone in on the movement though. Thirty-five years, and he still failed to hide anything from the cunning old windbag.

“Bilbo, my dear boy, if this has to do with what happened with Sma…”

“No!” Bilbo cut him off, immediately jumping to his feet, teacup falling to clatter on the dirt floor.

Bard and Gandalf tensed, but didn’t react beyond that. Bilbo really must be losing his touch then. He could feel his hands tighten into fists as he fought to fiddle with the golden ring on his right middle finger.

“I garden.” He stated, his voice wobbling slightly. “In the afternoons, I fish, then I come home to read or draw maps or ANYTHING I FEEL LIKE DOING! This is what I want. I’m…fine. I’m more than fine, I’m here and not out there. And it’s…fine. It’s all fine.”

“Bilbo,” Bard addressed softly after a beat. “What happened in Laketown…it wasn’t your fault.”

Bilbo’s eyes widened as his chest began to heave. This was supposed to be a nice visit. He was in this nice new home, in a nice village. Why did Gandalf and Bard want to ruin it? Why didn’t they want Bilbo to have nice things? When he looked back up at the taller pair, his eyes were steel, and he could see them visibly flinch.

“Listen to me.” He demanded, feeling the power in his words and hoping it was only in his words. “Short of a sky-falling, world-ending, cataclysmic event, I will never be who I used to be again. So you might as well drop it! Either accept me for who I am now, or…I can show you the door.”

To emphasize his point, Bilbo opened the door to his smial before crossing his arms smugly. Of course, that was the point where everything went wrong. The sky darkened drastically, the ground began to quake, and a horrid noise filled the air. Bilbo bowed his head in resignation even as Bard and Gandalf jumped to their feet sprinting out into the yard. However, before Gandalf passed him, he shoved Bilbo’s worn pole into his chest. Bilbo stared down at his faithful companion morosely. This…this is why he couldn’t have nice things. Quick as a flash, Bilbo Baggins was out the door, ready to face whatever new threat beckoned him.

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Maybe it was just Bilbo, but an alien invasion was probably about the last thing he expected to have to deal with when he woke up that morning. However, staring up at the truly massive ship as it slowly lowered itself to the grassy hillside was rather hard to pretend not to notice. Not that Gandalf or Bard would let him turn back now, both in ready positions. Bilbo merely leaned against his staff, waiting. After a lot of unnecessary fanfare, the hatch finally opened revealing its thirteen passengers. Other than the sheer volume of armor and facial hair on them, Bilbo found himself rather disappointed with how normal they looked. Even if they were flying. Well that was different. Considering it was rather hard to miss the three idiots who were the only ones not screaming and running away, the alien visitors flew straight for them.

Bard gripped his bow a little tighter, and even Gandalf tensed at their approach. Bilbo remained calmly leaning against his wooden pole. 

“We are the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, King of Erebor.” The oldest looking one addressed, landing with a bow. “We come seeking a treasure unique to your planet. Please present it to us, and we will leave you in peace.”

The tall, bald warrior scoffed. “Why are we assuming these three would know anything? They don’t look like much.”

The dark haired one in the center smirked back at him. “Aye. Especially the short one. He looks more like a grocer than a fighter.”

“Course I can’t seem to find a power level worthy of our time anywhere.” The red headed one gruffed

His hand was pushing a button on the side of the eyepiece they all seemed to be wearing. Bilbo assumed it was some sort of radar, but to read fighting power? Baffling. Of course, that didn’t bode well for them if it was outputting that all of Arda was weaker than the thirteen of them. Bilbo felt his muscles twitching at the idea of making them prove it, but he remained in control of himself. He was retired after all. 

“A treasure you say?” Gandalf finally asked.

The dark haired one from earlier landed before him. From the way he held himself as a very important alien, Bilbo was willing to bet this was their so-called King. 

“A jewel that shines with ten thousand sparks of white radiance, shot with glints of the rainbow, the Arkenstone. We heard humors that it might be found on this misera…planet.”

Bilbo narrowed his eyes as Gandalf and Bard shifted uncomfortably. 

“You can’t have it.” He finally declared.

All the Ereborians suddenly ceased with their chatter as their eyes immediately fell to Bilbo. The dark-haired one especially seemed to be trying to set Bilbo aflame with his glare alone. Quick as a flash, he was suddenly before Bilbo, holding him a foot above the ground by his cravat. Bilbo’s first instinct was to knee the asshole, but he restrained himself, dropping his staff in order to grip the Ereborian’s hand for leverage.

“And who’s going to stop me, Ardan? You?”

“I hadn’t planned on it.” Bilbo grunted. “And I prefer the term hobbit or Shireling if you must know.”

Bilbo was dropped unceremoniously with a snort from his former captor.

“Thought as much. Now give us what we want.”

“Or?” Bilbo hinted.

“Or we blow up your little dirtball.” The Ereborian smirked over his shoulder.

Bilbo caught uncomfortable shifting from the others, especially the white haired one, out of the corner of his eye. Well, if worse came to worse, he may not have to fight all thirteen.

“I think what our dear Bilbo meant to say…is it’s not here.” Gandalf intercepted.

This bit of news froze the Ereborian in his tracks. 

“Not here?” He repeated.

“It has been, quite by accident, I’m sure…”

Well that was a complete lie.

“Destroyed maliciously.”

Bilbo had to plant his feet to keep from being blown over by the power physically rolling off the Ereborian in waves. All of his confidence melted in an instant. What were they? There was something else underneath Bilbo’s newfound fear as the power washed over him. It was…comforting? No, more like…familiar. Familiar like a dream. 

“I do hope you’re joking.” The Ereborian snarled, his full attention on Gandalf.

“Unfortunately, I’m not. But before you get too carried away, there may be another. And I happen to know just where to go to get the information you need.”

As if it had never been there to begin with, the power vanished, but it did not return the dark haired Ereborian’s previous good humor. 

“By all means, lead the way. However, if this is all some elaborate last ditch bid to trick us and save your planet, I will not hesitate to kill every single one of you. Starting with him.” He promised nodding in Bilbo’s direction.

Gandalf shared a look with Bilbo, and while he seemed amused by the Ereborian’s lack of faith in Bilbo’s abilities, the hobbit could see he was nervous. Bilbo gripped his staff a little tighter. He really had been enjoying his retirement. It was a shame that didn’t last long. And he had only these self-entitled aliens to blame.

“I’m afraid it will not be accessible at this time. The Tower of Imladris is a well hidden fortress after all. However, in a show of good faith, we would see you comfortably fed and sated for the night.”

The Ereborian’s frown deepened as his arms crossed. Clearly trying to weigh the advantages of Gandalf’s suggestion.

“We can afford to wait a day, lad. For this, we can wait.” The white haired one stated, placing a hand on the dark-haired one’s shoulder.

“Fine.” The Ereborian sighed. “We will do as you suggest, but he stays with us.”

“What?!” Bilbo demanded, glaring at the alien’s finger pointed in his face.

Bard seemed as if he were about to protest, but Gandalf placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Very good!” Gandalf agreed. “I was going to suggest Bilbo’s home as your reprieve considering it is large enough and not far from here.”

The nerve of him.

“Gandalf…” Bilbo began only for the older man to cut him off.

“Just for the night, my boy. And who knows? It might be quite the merry gathering.”

Bilbo turned slightly as he listened to some of the Ereborians whooping and describing their hunger in great detail. It sounded like Bilbo was about to lose three of his five pantries to this lot.

“Find your courage. You’re meant for more than books and maps, Bilbo Baggins.”

Bilbo breathed in deeply, letting it out slowly as Gandalf patted his arm. The old warrior spared one last glance to give Bilbo a wink before he whisked himself away. Bilbo counted to ten before turning to face his alien guests with a large fake smile.

“Who would like some tea?”

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Comms

Title: Comms

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN! Teen reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: PG

Warning: Cursing, mention of wounds, blood, scared Mando.

Description: In an unexpected raid, Din finds himself unable to find his foundlings and searches for them.

Request: Hey! I love your stories and thought that I would submit a request myself. So this is about Din having a teen foundling/adopted child. They’ve known each other for a little over a year now and even if they don’t show it a lot they’ve grown attached to each other. So this particular story would be about the foundling nearly dying and Din being a scared Dad (I hope you get what I’m going for. Kind of a fluff/Angst story with comforting afterwards😅)

A/N: I'm so sorry this took forever to write, I've been travelling and my computer has been messing up so I have not had time to write at all. Anyways, here it is! I hope it's to your liking. It took me awhile for inspiration to hit but I am pretty happy with how it ended up. Enjoy!

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“Okay kid, what do we do when we get in trouble?”

“Call for help and signal our location.”

Call for help and signal your location. That was all you were supposed to do, the one rule Din gave for you before he took you along with him anywhere outside of the safety of the Razor Crest. He considered himself lucky that you rarely wandered off without letting Din know where you were going, and that you always seemed to be able to handle most dangerous situations on your own. Maybe it was because you fretted to be too much of a bother for Din, seeing as he took you in almost a year ago when he could have easily left you. Din didn’t see it that way, if he was honest. You were valuable to the group, taking care of Grogu and the ship when Din could not, and he believed it his duty to protect all on the ship. Only once or twice did you call for him, and he was quick to come to your aid.

He did not think that today would be the day where his timing risked your life.

The Mandalorian found himself aiding a local trading village with a raider issue in exchange for information about a bounty he’d been pursuing. He’d led a group of men over to what they’d suspected to be the raider’s hideout and set up for an ambush. The Entrance of the cave’s dunes felt barren, and only after the mens’ legs grew sore from crouching and backs ached from huddling in the dark was it that Din began to suspect something was wrong. The quiet environment was abnormal behavior to the raiders he’d encountered before, no doubt this specific group would be any different.

“They’ll see you!”

Startling the men surrounding him, Din shot into the air and stalked the vicinity. The dunes’ walls stretched for meters long as he kept his piece raised, occasionally scanning weak spots for life forms or any piece of equipment. He paused, frowning a moment when his scanner detected nothing.

That was the first sign that things weren’t going as planned that day.

“...hiss…”

“...m..do... v.llage... here…”

There was the second.

Din raised his arm to speak into his comms.

“Y/N?” Nothing but static came back from the comms. Din fidgeted and smacked it a couple times before grunting in frustration.

Damn, comms were jammed.

Wait, they were jammed.

And in a moment of a horrible realization, Din was quick to grab the men and make their way back to the village. When they arrived they found the village in chaos- buildings were burning, villagers running, and materials and pieces and bodies strewn across the ground. For a moment, Din froze in fear and worried that you were on the ground as well, your comms still ringing static and Grogu taken from you, lost to the raiders, or worse, the Empire.

Din quickly made his way throughout the village, barely rounding the first corner when a group of raiders assaulted him. He threw punches at the first raider, using their momentum to kick them hard into another. After several dodges and shots from his blaster, most of them were dead aside from one that laid on the ground and clutched his blasted leg.

Din marched over and pressed his blaster against the wound. “Where are the hostages being held?”

As it turned out, the raiders had no plan of keeping hostages. When Din finally tracked the building where captives were supposedly held, he was unable to remain collected when he found that you and Grogu were nowhere to be found. Instead, he stood before raiders responsible for the attack, their blasters disturbingly put away as they argued amongst one another. Din didn’t bother listening, he looked around but saw no sign of his foundlings.

“Wrong door.” He said simply before taking out his blaster and shooting the raiders.

Pocketing his piece Din ran out of the stronghold and went outside, calling for you and Grogu. He thought about the worst possible scenarios that could have happened to you two as he took out the raiders pillaging the village, until all but one remained, the leader. He found him in the main courtyard of the village, his face hidden though his body seethed with labored breaths. He stood there for several moments before Din heard one last labored breath before the leader’s legs buckled beneath him and he slumped to the ground with a sickening crack of skull on stone. Hm? Din didn’t know what to make of this, and further stalked over, hand on blaster, examining the body. Upon closer look a blaster wound to the stomach was made more visible. So, someone got to the leader before Din could. That leaves the question… who?

A quick look around the area pointed out a trail of blood.

The Mandalorian followed this trail without any real reason behind it.

He found the remainder of the villagers at some point along the way. Sullen masses of faces mixed together, mourning the loss of their villages and lost ones but kept busy with treating the wounded. Women sat in huddles cooking with what food was salvaged and children sat quiet. One stood out apart from the rest in Din’s eyes, a large male leaning over a group of medics. Din recognized him as Cyrukee, the villager’s chief, who noticed the lone bounty hunter from the corner of his eye and stood up. In his arms was the most beautiful thing Din had seen all day, Grogu. The baby gurgled in joy as he walked up to the chief.

“There you are.” Din didn’t realize that he was holding his breath when he sighed in relief, taking Grogu into his arms.

“Sir.” Cryukee barely got a word out before Din turned to him.

“I’m looking for a youngling- my kid. Have you seen them?”

“Sir, please.”

“They’re this tall,” Din rears a hand near to your height, “they were with this little green baby. Your husband, he took them to the school. Where is he?” The Mandalorian made a full turn around to look for the red robed headman who was last responsible for your care. He reached for his comms and tried to reach you again. His voice rang back at him, and in a terrible moment of realization he realized that that was your comms.

“Where are they?”

“Sir, let me explain.” Cyrukee wore an exasperated expression and looked as though he was about to speak before one of the medics from the group he was with requested to speak with him. He spared a glance at Din as though he struggled whether or not to say something. And then, Din followed his arm towards the medics he was just with. Din didn’t know what to make of it, not able to recognize any of them. The Mandalorian took one last look at the chief, whose grave expression gave him reason to worry, and slowly walked towards the group of medics. He buzzed through the comms, trying to pinpoint your location. As he got closer he heard medics speak in soothing voices and their patient hyperventilating. Had it not been his own voice coming from the center of the personnel he would have moved on, instead he could not find the will to move. Grogu looked at him expectantly.

One medic in particular took notice of the beskar-armored man. He and some others quickly got up and pushed Din away before he could force his way through the medics to take a look at you.

“Hey, wait-wait-please.” Din grunted at the force and staggered several steps back. He took a moment to collect himself and Grogu sneezed in his arms. Dust must have gotten into his nose during the scuffle. “Please, my ward- my kid. That’s my kid.”

“Just a moment,” one of the bloodied nurses kept her hands on Din’s chestplate longer than he would have liked. He didn’t push her away though.

“I need to see my kid.” Din looked her in the eye, hoping that she could see his desperation through his helmet.

His kid. When Din looks back on this he would think about how he’s never referred to Y/N as his own before. He would have liked to think he said that so the nurses allowed him to pass easier. But deep down, he knew it was because of how much he cared for them.

“I understand but please let me explain. Sir, Sir!” Din retreated in defeat on his second attempt to get past her and the other nurses. She stared into his eyes and patted his shoulders, Din didn’t know whether she was trying to comfort him or control his movements. “They’re traumatized enough right now, and you moving around in that armor of yours will only make it worse.”

“What happened to them?”

“They had an encounter with Jetwal,” Din’s blood boiled at the recognition of the raider’s leader who’d died before him. “according to the children, your child was leading them to the outskirts when he found them. They killed him, he was threatening the children, and they shot him. Now, listen to me. They did get injured. Several blaster wounds to their limbs and upper torso- sir, listen please I cannot allow you to go to them just yet- they’re still panicking right now but I assure you their wounds are being treated right now. They’ll be fine, but disrupting our work will only inhibit us from treating them properly.”

She watched his gaze linger to the sound of your crying. “How much longer until I can see them?”

Din was not pleased to find that he was only allowed to see you when the nurse came for him herself. Reluctantly he walked a little farther away from the medics when asked to give them more space, and sat down with Grogu bouncing on his knee next to a young Twi’lek running their hands over their lekku to soothe themselves. Between glancing at the medics to keeping Grogu entertained, Din didn’t realize how much time had elapsed before noticing the nurse had come to his side to collect him.

She took a seat next to him. “They’re hurt very badly, but with time their injuries will heal. All they need to do is rest. You can see them now.”

Grogu giggled and played with the nurse’s finger that was threateningly wiggling on his little tummy. “Can you take him for a moment?”

Din stood up and gave Grogu a pat on his little head and rubbed his large ears out of habit. Something you used to do to calm the little green alien down after a terrible meltdown. Even under his helmet Din smiled at the alien before dredging towards you. You laid on a pile of fabrics that functioned as a makeshift cot, but you looked like you had a pile of fabrics on you with the amount of bandages that wrapped your body. You didn’t notice Din approaching you as you stared straight into the sky. Din wondered what you were thinking. What could you be thinking? From his knowledge, this was your first time dealing with major injuries from blasters. It must have made this whole ordeal so much more frightening to you.

Maybe Din was too light on his feet, recoiling instantly when you jolted at his touch and groaned in pain.

“It’s me, it’s me.” His voice was soothing, even more than normal which surprised him.

A sort of wheeze escaped your lips and you coughed. “Mando.”

“Hey kid.”

“I tried calling for you.” A gasp. “They jammed the frequencies.”

“Your message barely came through, kid. But it made us realize what was going on. We got here before more damage could be done because of you.”

Your form relaxed. “Good, good. Grogu?”

“With a nurse.” “The one with the sweet voice.”

“Yeah.”

“I liked her voice-” A cough. “Sounds like my mom’s. She was nice. She helped calm me down.” At this point Din had stared at you long enough to realize how puffy your eyes were from crying. He didn’t stop himself from reaching over to brush your H/C hair out of your face. You leaned into his touch.

“I’m pretty fucked up, huh?”

Your eyes were already locked onto his when he met your gaze. A tick passed, and Din’s eyes fell to the wounds you were referring to. He shook his head. “No, kid. That’s not what you are.”

“Feels like it.” Din scowled at your words.

“There are too many fucked up people in the galaxy, kid. You´re not one of them.” You look at him with a raised brow. “Y/N, you barely have any combat experience yet you took on Jetwal? What were you thinking?”

And you said something that surprised him.

“I was thinking of you.”

And Din couldn’t find any words. He cleared his throat and you continued, “We were alone and I had no idea when you’d come, I was scared something had happened to you because I couldn’t get a hold of you through the comms and that guy was coming at us and-” You inhaled sharply, wincing at what Din assumed was a jab in one of your wounds but he didn’t know how to help. You calmed a moment later, closing your eyes and furling your brows together. “I thought about what you would have done if you were there. You always looked like you knew what to do.”

To say that Din was proud of you would have been an understatement, he was beaming wonders underneath his helmet but realized that you couldn’t see through the beskar.

“I thought I’d lost you both.” Din admitted. “But I’m very proud of you. You saved lives, Y/N. That’s no easy feat for someone of your age.”

You grinned at him and laughed. “Did you do something like this when you were my age?”

“Yes, but I didn’t end up as fucked up as you did.” “Hey!” Din laughed and raised his forearm to block your playful hits.

A moment of silence falls between the two of you before you look at Din again. “Do you know how long we’ll be here for?”

“With your injuries, no clue. I’ll talk to the medics and Cyrukee to see what is to be done.”

“Okay.” You nodded, your fingers twitching involuntarily. Din’s hands find their way to your hair again. “Mando, I’m tired.”

“Rest. I’ll be here with you.” He watches you half-heartedly nod at his words and doze off in a matter of seconds. The injuries have taken a toll on your body, Din suspects, and he pulls a sheet over you. He sits with you, watching villagers talk amongst themselves, speaks with those who come by to thank him for his help, and accepts Grogu from the nurse when she comes over, thanking her for all she’d done for you. She told him that a thank you was not owed to her, and that if you were to need anything she was only a call away.

And when he was finally left alone, Mandalorian took one look to take account for his two foundlings. They slept soundly and with luck, heads full of dreams. Most importantly, they were safe in his care once again.

Din realized he’d been holding in a breath, and exhaled a sigh of relief.

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Unlikely Companions (Daryl Dixon x Female reader/ PLATONIC! Carl x Reader)

Summary: Carl was running for his life, being chased by walkers after he went on his own looking for Sophia. When he is corned by the walker a stranger woman saves him. She is looking for her Fiancee for the old world, but offers her help returning him to the farm. They bond over the days in the woods and she learns she might have another reason to find the farm.

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“Carl?” Lori shouted across the farm. She hadn’t seen the boy all day and was starting to get nervous. “Have you seen Carl?” Maggie shook her head. “Not since breakfast” She answered in her southern accent. “Maybe he is with Rick? Or Shane?” Lori just nodded, but didn’t feel any safer. Where was her son?

Carl was running for his life. The two walkers were closing inn. He knew better than to shout and call for help, knowing it would probably attract even more walkers, but right now he didn’t care. “MOM!” He quickened his pace. “DAD!” Two walkers turned into four as two more appeared at his side. Tears was now streaming down his face as he was sure he was going to die here. He looked back again, ready to face death. But the walkers didn’t close inn on him. Instead arrow after arrow filled the air and all the walkers dropped. When Carl turned back around, fully expecting to see Daryl standing there, was surprised to see a stranger. “Are you okay?” The stranger asked him. Carl looked up at the woman. He was inn shock and didn’t know what to say. “You got a group? A family” She continued to ask him. When she tried to approach him, he backed up. “Hey, you don’t need to worry, I won’t do you any harm. Look” She dropped her cross bow and unleased her knife from her holster. When both fell to the ground, she could see him relaxing more. “Can I ask your name?”

“Carl, Carl Grimes”

“Well, Carl Grimes. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I’m looking for my fiancée. But I can help you return back to you family. Someone as young as you shouldn’t be out here alone”.

Carl was still unsure about her. Remembering her mother’s speech about stranger danger. But those were the rules of the old world. Here in the new world they should accept help form anyone who invites it, right? After thinking it through, he nodded. “Okay, okay. This is a good start. How far away is your camp?” Carl looked down, a bit embarrassed. “I don’t know”

“Do you know the directions?” He shook his head. “Well shit, looks like were in quiet a pickle huh?” She smiled at him, trying to ease him. “I don’t know this area, never been here before. So, I say we head in one direction and hope for the best. What do you think?” He nodded. “Great! Lets go then!”

And so they started to wander. (Y/N) in front, with Carl a meter behind. “Sooo, do you have a favourite movie or something?” He just stared at her. “What! Come on, were going to be stuck with each other for a while, might as well get to know each other”. After a minute of silence, he spoke. “Iron Man”

“That’s a good movie! Mine is probably that or Pride and Prejudice”. Carl scrunched up his nose almost in disgust. “But that’s so girly! All they do is talk about their feelings and kiss!” She looked back at him, offended by his remarks. “And!? It’s a great love story that is still relevant to this day” She played up her offence more hoping it would make him laugh. It did. “Its still so girly” He said between giggles. “Never mind, were is the nearest walker. I’m feeding you to it” (Y/N)’s giggling was now a full on laughter. “Nooo!” Carl was laughing too. (Y/N) was relieved he was laughing, afraid the incident had traumatized him badly.

Back at the farm, panic was settling inn as no one knew were Carl was. “Who was the last to see him?” Rick asked the group. “I saw him after breakfast” Andrea spoke up, she and Carol was comforting Lori, who was having a full blown break down. “He probably went out looking for Sophia alone” All looked to Shane. “I’m mean why else would he suddenly leave”.

“I think your right, but he is still healing from the gun wound, he wouldn’t get far. And if a walker got him, he wouldn’t have much fight in him”.

“My baby!” Lori cried out in agony. “We need to send out search groups, he couldn’t have gone far”. Everyone agreed with Rick. “And with some luck we might find Sophia as well” Daryl nodded at Carol. She smiled back.

The sun had set and the night was creeping closer. (Y/N) had set up an alert system around the small camp they built for the night. Barb wire around them with empty cans tied up. They would rattle if a walker came close and waking them up. It was how (Y/N) had been sleeping every night.

“Go to sleep, I’ll look out for walkers” (Y/N) said leaned back against a tree. She had laid down her sleeping bag that he could use. “I wont fall asleep” Carl complained. “Try”.

“Can you tell me a story” She looked at him weird. “Aren’t you a bit old for fairy tales?”

“Not fairy tales, stories about your life, from before this?” She still looked at him weirdly. “My mom used to tell me stories from her collage days so I could fall asleep when I was younger. Can you please?” When he looked at her with those poppy eyes, (even though it was hard to see with only their small campfire as a light source), who could say no?

“Okay kid, one story than you go to sleep. Deal?” He nodded “What do you want to know?”

“You are engaged right, how was the proposal?” She giggled at the memory but started to tell about the best day of her life:

“Daryl! What are we doing here?” She was a bit frustrated as the redneck pulled her along the streets. It was midday and pretty damn hot. She pulled down her dress skirt as the wind picked up. “Have some patience’ damn woman” She giggled at his bruteness. One of the things she loved about the man, one of many. When they stopped in front of a new bookshop, he could see the hearts in her eyes. “I dint know they opened a new bookshop here!” She exclaimed. “Saw it last night and thought you might like it” Lies. He had known they were opening here for the past month, doing everything in his power to make sure you dint know. They actually had opening night a week ago.

Now it was her turn to drag him along. It surprised her to see the shop empty, seeing as the streets were pretty full. But she didn’t think much of it. Running between shelves after shelves, the one book in hand turning into two, than four and now finally six books. But when she turned around, all the books fell too the floor. Because there before her was her lovely boyfriend, down on one knee with a ring between his fingers. “Oh my god” She whispered into the silent shop. As if on cue, the speakers played her favourite song.

“(Y/N) (L/N), you are the love of my life. And I just want to be your man’ for the rest of your life. And, shit you know I aint’ good with my emotions, but when I’m with ya’ it seems so easy. Shit, I’m messing it all up” He was stumbling over his own words, clearly forgetting a pre-rehearsed speech. “no, please continue” tears were forming in her eyes. “I love ya’ (Y/N), my Sunshine. You book crazy mad woman. I love everything about ya’. So, will ya’ marry me?” He was ready for a rejection, ready to see her walk out of his life forever. But she didn’t.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes” Tears were streaming down her face. He stood up and kissed her. His arm wrapping around her waist, bending her down a bit so he could kiss her more passionately. Like in the movies. They only broke off so he could slip the ring on her finger, it fit her perfectly.

“Did he rent out the bookshop?” Carl asked, clearly very invested. “Yeah, cost him way too much, but he didn’t care. That idiot was never good with money” She giggled at the memories. “What about after, what did you guys do?”

“Nah nah nah, the deal was one story than you go to sleep. I can tell you more tomorrow”. Carl huffed in annoyance but turned around in the sleeping bag. “Good night”

“Good night Carl”.

“Rick, it’s been a whole night! Where is he?” Lori was completely lost; she hadn’t slept all night. To worried about where her son was. “What if his trapped, oh god! What if those walkers got him?”

“We can’t think like that! He is fine. He has to be” Rick did everything he could to try and look confident and comfort his wife, but the worry was eating him up as well. The same thoughts were running through his head as well. Those terrible images of his baby boy being ripped apart by the walkers.

“Okay, open your mouth” Carl did as instruct and tried to catch the berry she threw into his mouth. She missed, but only with an inch! “You suck!” Carl teased her. “Hey! I’m not the one with a tiny mouth!” She teased back. “Alright, lets start walking big man”. He nodded and helped her clean up the camp. “Can I ask a question?” The boy asked as they continued to walk. “Sure”

“What happened between you and your fiancée? Why aren’t you together now?”

She took a deep breath. “When the outbreak happened, we weren’t together. He was off god know where with his brother, probably bailing him out or something-” Carl looked at her questioning, “That’s another story. But yeah, we weren’t together. I was at campus and that turned into a mess, I lots a lot of friends there. Mass panic and everybody evacuated. I and a couple of other students bunkered up a dorm room. Living of the instant noodles and beer we found. That lasted maybe 4 days. So, we left and split off, I wanted to go into the woods, where he would be and the rest wanted to go to back to Atlanta. And since than I have been looking for him. Living in the woods like a mad man.” Tears started to form in her eyes when she relived the horrible times at the campus.

“Sorry I asked”. He looked down. “Its alright” She smiled at him. “What were you studying?”

“Heh, literature. Not much help in the apocalypse, I guess”.

“Than how did you learn to use the bow and hunt?”

“He taught me” She smiled at the memory, and thanked him desperately for teaching her:

“Why do I need to learn this? I live in the city, I will never hunt or live in the woods!” Daryl just scuffed at her and placed the bow he bought in her hands. He had brought her out to the woods after her classes to teach her hunting. “ya’ need to be able to fend for yourself and feed yourself” She just looked him with a raise brow, but eventually gave in. “Fine, fine. Teach me”. A smirk played out on his face, happy with his little victory. Truth be told, he needed to know that you could fend for yourself and be independent, in and out of the city. It eased him at night, in a weird way. “Why cant I learn the crossbow like you?”

“First bow, than crossbow. Alright Sunshine’”

Shoooo! The arrow flew through the air and hit the squirl in the head. “Score!” (Y/N) exclaimed. She fastened the squirrel two her belt, joining the five others she had shot. “We eating good tonight!” Carl looked at the squirrels with a lot of scepticisms. “What? Don’t tell me you’re a picky eater”

“No, it just looks so weird like that” They bickered back and front while they walked in the direction, they thought the farm was inn. They had changed their direction a couple of times, hoping to get closer and see sign of life.

They had spent the entire day walking, and as the night came closer they found a spot to camp up. Carl set up the wires while (Y/N) started a fire to cook the squirrels. While they ate, Carl told her about his family and the people they were in the camp with. “What the hell! You got shot?!”

“Yeah!” Carl had a proud grin on his face, finally having something that made him look cool. “Shit, man your tougher than me if you can bounce back like that”. He laughed and continued to brag about the experience. It was a nice conversation. He talked a bunch about his family, mostly about his dad. Clearly his hero. But than he mentioned a familiar name.

“Wait! Daryl? Daryl with a crossbow?” Carl just nodded. “Does he have a west with angel wings? Brother named Merle?” When Carl nodded again. Tears started to from in her eyes. She was going to be reunited with Daryl, her Daryl. He was alive. That night when Carl finally fell asleep, her mind wandered to all the amazing memories with the man.

It was cold in the room. The window was wide open and letting the moonshine lighting up the small bedroom. (Y/N) and Daryl was huddled together for warmth on the bed. It had been an long night. From a failed date after the place Daryl wanted to take her to was closed, she got catcalled which ended up with her having to drag Daryl of the stranger. And when they got home, he showed her his scars. She was the first romantic partner he had ever shown. The night ended with their naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, while both worked to please the other. It was their first night together, her first night with anyone. When they lied down together basking in the aftermath of their climax, it was one of the happiest times in her life. He wrapped his arms around her and puller her on top of him. Her head resting on his chest, with his arms wrapped around her, caressing her back with one hand, the other squeezing her thigh. “I love ya Sunshine”.

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” Carl shook her awake. “What’s happening” She immediately reached for her bow and charged it ahead of her, ready to attack any enemy that threatened them. “I can see the farm!” The night had made it harder to see a head of them, but now that the sun was lighting up the world, they could see the farm a head of them. (Y/N) realised her bow and the breath she was holding. They packed up the camp at record time, both wanting to reach the farm as quickly as possible. The walk over to the farm was quiet. When they reached the outcast of the woods, a voice stopped them from going any further.

“Well, well, well, look at that. Do you guys see this fine piece of ass” A man walked out from behind a tree with a gun raised at them both. Three other guys came out, all with their weapons raised. “Sure do boss. Haven’t seen a woman this fine in what feels like ages. I’m just aching to be inside of her”.

(Y/N) placed herself protectively in front of Carl. “What do you guys want? Our food, weapons? You can have that, just leave us alone” Her voice trembled a little afraid of what they will do to them. “Oh, we don’t need your left overs or those teeth pickers you call knifes, no baby. We want something different” He grabbed his crotch when he said the last part. “Carl, run”.

“What? I cant leave-” “Carl! Run!” One of the guys tackled her down. Holding her down on the ground. “Get the kid” The boss said to the guy closest to Carl. “RUN!” She shouted before her mouth was covered. Carl finally ran away, when the guy ordered to catch him started to run after him.

When he made it out of the forest and ran across the fields to the farm, he started to shout out for help. “MOM! DAD!”.

“Do you guys hear that?” Glenn asked the group as they sat around planning the move for the day. “That’s Carl” Lori ran towards the field and saw her son running across it being chased by a stranger.

“Carl!” All the guys saw it too and started to run to Carl. The guy chasing him, saw the men running towards him and turned around to warn the others. “Carl!” Rick finally got to hug his son after being missing for 3 days. But the hug was cut short when Carl pushed free. “We need to head back, (Y/N), the girl that helped me is back there and the guys are attacking her!” He pulled his fathers hand and started to move back to the woods, but Daryl stopped him.

“(Y/N), as in (Y/N) (L/N)?” When Carl nodded Daryl took off and ran towards the forest. The others followed, but this time Carl was pushed back behind them. When they got closer they could hear her voice yelling for them to get off. They reached the area Daryl did not hesitate to shoot the guys around her, holding her down while the main guy was cutting up her clothes. When she got her hands free, she leaped on the last guy and grabbed her knife they had forgotten to remove from her belt. When he was pushed to the ground she didn’t hesitate to stab him in the chest. She didn’t stop after one, two three or four. Blood splashed on her face and torned shirt. Her hands were covered in blood.

Rick took a step forward, but stepped on a twig that snaped in two. She leaped up and raised the knife up, ready to protect herself against another attacker. But when she saw Daryl standing there, she dropped the knife. Sobs wracked through her body and she took a stumbling step forward. Daryl closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He didn’t care that she was covered in blood, just happy that she was safe. She was alive.

Her knees buckled and she fell down, taking him with her. They were both on their knees holding each other and crying into each other’s necks. Right now, nobody else mattered. Not Rick, Glenn or Shane who was staring at the scene in front of them. Not the bodies of her attackers lying around them. No one. Only them as they held each other for the first time. It seemed as Carl had led her back to her family just as much as she had helped him back to his.

A/N: Part 2 is out! You can read it here : Part 2

Please ignore any spelling mistakes as English is not my first language :) 

#the walking dead daryl #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd #carl grimes

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Evak Fics - Pining

I’m posting half of this list first because I started it a long time ago and it’s taking me a while to go through all the fics. So I will update with more later. 

*** Mutual Pining *** Pining - I might put mutual pining under pining if we don't see much of the other person pining. *** Bonus - The pining is not between Evak 

For the anon from this ask.

I will try my best to separate out the mutual pining fics but I think it will be tricky if it's not tagged as that. So bear with me and let me know of any mistakes or fics I missed out on.

. First Posting : 11 July 2021. Under 15k fics.  .

******* Mutual Pining *******

Even the Illustrator by eavk (SERIES, 3 fics) - An AU where Even’s an illustrator who draws what kids describe to him for YouTube, and Isak is the smitten father of a six year old with a wild imagination.

Postcards by HedwigsTalons (1k words) - Isak's wall is covered in postcards. Isak is supportive of Even's career and he cherishes every postcard but the long distance relationship hurts.

Feelings Come and Go, But Not With You by ultimatelawrence (1.9k words) - It was meant to just be a holiday romance. A fling. Nothing like love. But now it was six months later and Even was still pining over the angel he had met in Paris.

let's pretend into forever by Bellakitse (2.3k words) - “Let me get this straight,” Even starts. “You lied to your boss about having a boyfriend, told her it was me, and now you need me to go with you to your science nerd dinner?”

i will love you until the very, very end (and you were my best friend) by traumatic (2.4k words) - Isak and Even share something in the cool waters of a spring fed pool that no one, not even their fiancées, could ever understand.

Breathe Me by photographer_of_thoughts (4.5k words) - A high school reunion brings Isak and Even together after ten years, and neither of them can forget what happened when they were both seventeen.

Everything comes back to you by MermaidsandMermen (4.8k words) - Light pining. A dribble oneshot for Halloween, full of fluff and Even and Isak and a tiny pinch of angst. Because we need some Halloween fluff. That's all.

Fuck Tha Police by MacksDramaticShenanigans (5.2k words) - “This,” Eskild said, spinning the photograph around so everyone could see it, “is a picture of the latest piece of vandalism from our favorite little street punk.” he finished with a heavy sigh. They are both cops.

i tried to be strong but i lost it (i knew it was wrong, i’m beyond it) (6.3k words) - Even has a thing for his intern, Isak has a thing for his boss, they're both a bit clueless and their friends just want them to get their shit together.

all I see is you by littlemovie (Lejla) (7.4k words) - “Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m a bad person?” Isak somehow whined and demanded at the same time. Jonas blew out a breath in amusement, which made the dark curls on his forehead move with his breath. “I’m guessing it has something to do with that guy, Even, from the coffeeshop?”

Addicted by endlessandinfinite (8k words) - They’re both completely, overwhelmingly, and incredibly...addicted. Best friends to lovers.

Calleth You, Cometh I by Kollakolan (8.4k words) - “Isak!” Mikaels pipes up. “Didn´t you two have a thing?” he turns to Even. A thing, Even thinks to himself. Yes, Isak and him definitely had a thing. They actually had a low-key thing going for years, but it never really turned into something more. The timing was never right.

In Vino Veritas by Sabeley (9.9k words) - After seven years apart, Isak wakes up to find Even in his bed and a wedding ring on his finger.

Let Me by GayaIsANerd (10.6k words) - Summer brings a lot of things. The smell of sunscreen. The sound of children playing in the shallow part of the lake. The taste of cold beer. The sweet tang of weed. But most importantly, summer brings Isak.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by BluebeardsWife (10.8k words) - Fake dating AU, you know the drill. Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex's wedding. This Means Nothing to Me by cuteandtwisted (10.8k words) - Isak and Even are friends and roommates who don't believe in love anymore (after they both get dumped by other people) until they do. Aka the Friends/Roommates-To-Lovers Don't you let me go by solarpower21 (12.2k words) - In this universe, Isak and Even are roomates and nothing more. Except that there is something more between them and they both know that but are too stubborn to admit it. Too bad it takes a very unfortunate event for them to face the truth. Burn Down The Disco by TheGirlNoOneKnows5 (12.2k words) - A 'Black Mirror: Hang The DJ' AU in which Isak and Even decide to rebel against a futuristic dating system that pairs users up with various people in order to find their perfect match.

La Petite Mort by EvenbechNeiheim (13.4k words) - Even Bech Næsheim is one of those cool and very hot media students at Uni who might just got the task to make a film project. Eskild is the best wingman and things like accidently falling in love with an asshole media student happen. Based on the FIRST KISS YouTube video that gave the internet an entire meltdown. 

when your heart is bleeding, i'm coming to get you by orphan_account (13.5k words) - Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else. 

Heal My Heart for Christmas by iwritetropesnottragedies (recklesslee) (13.5k words) - It’s been ten years since Isak left his small town for the big city of Oslo with his father. He hardly even thought of his time there anymore. Until he received a letter from his mother asking him to come home for Christmas for the first time since he had left. 

Love in the Time of COVID: Battlestar Edition by sweetasmaple (14k words) - Isak and Even find each other again during the COVID-19 lockdown, one Battlestar Galactica episode at a time. 

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******* Pining *******

never seemed so alive by retts (1k words) - Nothing special, just four letters strung together to spell out E V E N but they made Isak's heart race and his face blush and his hands tremble.

Hopeless by waitineedaname (1k words) - Light pining. There was no way in hell Isak would be able to talk to Even. He was tall and cool and handsome, and Isak was pretty sure talking to him would make him spontaneously combust.

i could probably just curl up in you. by milominderbinder (1.3k words) - Isak is away at a cabin with the guys when he gets a text from Even. 'hey, babe, did you take my favourite hoodie?' He is, of course, outraged that Even would accuse him of such treachery. The fact that Isak is wearing the hoodie at that very moment has nothing to do with it.

stuck on you (what did i do?) by itjustkindahappened (1.8k words) - It’s not that Even doesn’t try to be friendly with him—Isak just makes it so hard. Whenever Even approaches, Isak either makes up a fumbling excuse to leave, or just becomes really stiff and refuses to acknowledge Even’s existence.

now and forever (i will be your man) by thekardemomme (2.2k words) -Warning for pain. 3 times isak kisses even +1

i be up in the gym just working on my fitness by orphan_account (2.3k words) - Even knows that he's quite literally going to die when he finds his crush sweating on an elliptical, reading a book with his glasses slipping down his nose.

You know where I stay by nofeartina (2.4k words) - Warning for pain. Isak is so beautiful first thing in the morning. When he still has creases in his face from the pillow, when his face is red and puffy from sleep, his hair all messed up and curly. Even prefers this Isak. This is his Isak, this is only for him.

won't you be my livewire by itjustkindahappened (3.2k words) - "i've been tryin to grab your attention in class for over half an hour by poking you and throwing things onto your desk and you're refusing to acknowledge me and gdi all i wanted to do was tell you that you look cute and now it's gone too far and i can't go back"

Cookies and Cream by GayaIsANerd (3.5k words) - Isak has a crush on the barista. He's too scared to do anything about it, but luckily there's a blizzard coming up.

i can feel the weather in my bones by EvenbechNeiheim (3.7k words) - Isak and Even are childhood friends. There’s a boyfriend sweater and Isak is just desperate to wear it.

On the silver screen by Lokkanel (4k words) - Isak was really not in the mood for this. He had a long week at work, and all he wanted was to relax with his friend, drink a few beers, maybe even smoke some weed and just chill. But no. When Jonas called him to say that he won tickets to the coolest indie film festival in Oslo, Isak knew he could forget his plans for a quiet and simple weekend.

I want to love you (in my own language) by fauu_stine (4k words) - “Okay. Maybe I’m not happy,” he admits in a resigned whisper. “Do you need a shrink discussion or a best friend discussion?” "I think- I think it’s more of a friend with benefits kind of talk."

Don't be an ass by Julieseven (4.1k words) - Even really tried to forget about him. It started out as a harmless little crush, really. He saw him at the karaoke bar SYNG one night, singing "I don't want to miss a thing" at the top of his lungs, clearly drunk out of his mind, but looking like an angel with his messy dark blond locks and crooked smile.

Little Black Book by Laika (4.3k words) - Isak Valtersen is studying his third year at the University of Oslo and having the time of his life. Enter Evy Bech Næsheim, straight out of Nissen, in his stockings, mini skirts and bubblegum scented lip gloss.

cracks in our foundation by towonderland72 (4.8k words) - “You know, like a thousand years ago, men used to wear makeup?” Even asks, as Isak gapes at himself.

Safest With You (Green Curtains) by eavk (5.3k words) - Isak keeps staying up too late studying at the library, but luckily there's an escort service that gives students a buddy to walk with to keep safe at night.

the one with the prom video by thekardemomme (5.5k words) - Even has been in love with Isak since they were younger, but he never intended for Isak to find out this way.

Senses by Lokkanel (5.5k words) - Sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste… Or Even falling in love with Isak, one sense at a time.

you're the one i wanna grey with (5.6k words) - They've only been dating a month, so Isak shouldn't be pathetic enough to miss Even this much when he's only gone for a weekend.

Orion's Nebula by thekardemomme (5.6k words) - Light pining I think. Even Bech Næsheim was enrolled in an astronomy class for one reason and one reason only: the cute ass boy he saw standing in the registration line.

with the taste of a poison paradise by chasingflower (6k words) - It’s routine by now. Isak hangs out with his friends during the day and at night he kisses the Dream-Even that lives on the other side of the door in his living room, and basks in the warm fuzzy feelings he gets as a result of the attention. Coraline Au.

How to Get Your Man - A Plan By Even Bech Naesheim by Evakkk (6.1k words) - When Magnus drops a big secret in front of Even... Even comes up with a brilliant plan to get Isak to reveal his true feelings. All it takes is one little lie, and one crazy family reunion.

To Burn With Desire by photographer_of_thoughts (6.1k words) - AU in which Isak and Even are neighbours and Isak's father has a secret job that unintentionally helps Isak realize he's in love with his best friend.

Watermelon Sugar by MermaidsandMermen (6.6k words) - A little tribute to fruit and touching. To sex, and friendships and finding what you were looking for all along. And of course inspired by Harry Styles latest video offering, just because.

The Fake Boyfriend App by Crazyheart (7.2k words) - AU where Isak is desperately pining for his flatmate Even, and downloads a fake boyfriend app to get over him. When he discovers that the Fake boyfriend is a human, and not a bot, he is sceptical.

That look you give that guy by Lokkanel (7.4k words) - Isak and Even love each other in secret. It is almost thrilling at first, but when hiding and lying to their friends begin to take a toll on Even, Isak decides to end it all. He thinks he has taken the right decision, until Even eventually moves on with someone else.

my longing drives me crazy for you (7.7k words) - Isak's mum worries, Isak makes bad life decisions and Even loves Isak. It's a fake dating au.

I'm Always Here by nofeartina (9.3k words) - “Did you know that Even is working this summer? At that pool at the Plaza?” Jonas says. Isak actually sits up in excitement at this. “Fuck yeah!” Oh, a pool. Actual water they could go swimming in and cool down. And also, Even.

a garden for your love by eggsntoast (9.3k words) - He’s learning to breathe with them, even if he ends up with a floor full of violets by the end of it all. They remind Isak of him, and that’s all that matters. That’s what makes it worse. or: a Hanahaki au ft. Isak heavily pining after Even. Lots of angst.

I wrote an angry letter to the void, and the void responded (9.5k words) - Monday comes, and the book is still there. Isak looks around, content to find the floor practically empty, before giving the book the finger. Fuck that book. - a book finds it's way to Isak's sacred study spot. this proves to be a major distraction.

a constant state of closeness by chevythunder (9.7k words) - “What is it about this dude, anyway?” Elias asks. “You’ve barely even talked to him, right?” “I don’t know,” Even says. “I just got this feeling, you know? Just- I want to make sure he’s okay and safe and… stuff.” - It starts with a hug.

Is This Our Time? by Evakkk (9.9k words) - This is a world where everyone is born with an indistinguishable soulmate mark... it only changes into something recognizable, once you have physical contact with your soulmate, and it's always something meaningful to the relationship. Both partners will bear the same mark. Isak is about to turn 18... and he's the only one in his friend group who still hasn't found their soulmate. But what happens when he goes out one night, gets drunk... and wakes up with his soulmate mark?

Is This What You Wanted? by cuteandtwisted (9.9k words) - Isak is filthy rich and Even is a hardworking male model who just got signed to his father's agency. Even gets an awful offer from Isak: one night with him in exchange for money, and begins to despise him. Little does he know that everything he thinks he knows about Isak is wrong.

Just like in the movies by Lokkanel (10.5k words) - As he began taking in his surroundings, Isak realized he was in one of those small theaters that programmed independent and artsy movies, even old black and white films. He was ready to turn around and walk away when he heard a deep voice say, “Halla.”

my tiny heartbeat in his ear by riyku (11k words) - Now, about a week after the longest day of the year, the empty house across the street has stopped being empty. most beautiful things by scarletbluebird (12.7k words) - This fic is a whole ass journey. Warning for pain. This isn’t a fairytale, Isak tells himself. Even is standing at the bend in the road. He looks like a metaphor for immortal life: the youth a god would kill for. Ambrosia eyes, the universe trapped in the curve of his mouth. He looks like every warning from his mother about strangers you run into after dark. 

One week by Lokkanel (12.8k words) - This thing going on between Isak and Even, whatever they called it - fuckbuddies, friends with benefits - was simple, fun, nothing more. They were friends, they were both free to do whatever they wanted with other people. They’d just meet and have sex whenever they felt like it. Simple. Until what was bound to happen eventually did and Even fell for Isak. 

Plum by Jamz24 (13.2k words) - Femme!teacher!Even asks masculine! plumber!Isak to fix a broken shower on a scorching hot summer day...And if you think it sounds like the start of a porn film you're absolutely right! There's LOADS of smut but ... with LOTS of feelings 

Never be the same by nofeartina (14.2k words) - It starts with a bet - one of those really stupid ones: can they last an entire month without any kind of sex?It’s been 22 days – and Even is dying. 

Somewhere I’ve never been by MinilocIsland (14.6k words) - The first time Even meets Jonas' best friend, nothing goes according to plan. 

If I Should Fall Behind by MinilocIsland (14.7k words) - The plan for tonight had been crystal clear. Stay close to his best friend, and steal her away if needed. Hold her hand through the ordeal of meeting Noora again for the first time in years. Then Even shows up – and suddenly, nothing goes the way it was supposed to. 

All I Ever Wanted by MinilocIsland (14.8k words) - Isak is such a good friend. Probably the best there is. How else could he explain that he's agreed to join Magnus to this place deep in the woods for six full days of silence, meditation, and utter boredom? One thing, he knows. There's nothing exciting for him there. Right? Or: the silent retreat AU. 

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Season 3: Jonas by Laika_the_husband (WIP, SBB 2021 fic) - There is a scene in the end of the script for season 1, where Jonas and Isak kiss each other on a dare. This story is a retelling of season 3 in a universe, where that kiss happened and completely changed the way Jonas sees Isak. Written in Jonas' POV, the story examines sexuality, love, friendship and coming to terms with never getting the boy you shouldn't have fallen for in the first place.

What the fuck is wrong with me? by notanugget (11.6k words) - The five times isak felt guilty for being in love and the one time he didn’t 

thanks for the weed, thanks for everything by evak1isak (13.1k words) - Jokael. Jonas' dealer has moved to Denmark, and Even recommends his friend's weed. What Jonas didn't expect, though, was to develop a crush on a boy, on Mikael. 

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Baby, why do you have to shine so bright? by Lilacpotter - Even knew he was radiant, and he was used to people always wanting to be around him, enchanted by his captivating words and glowing smiles, as if he was the tantalising sun. But then one day, he comes across someone who shines much brighter than the sun itself in Even’s eyes.

Lonely Hearts Club by EndingsNotTheStory - The Hearts Club. A show run by Isak and his 3 friends. He's kind of had enough with hearing about people's relationship issues and giving advice. Until the guy from his theatre class and Isak's totally not crush Even calls, dealing with relationship issues. pining

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Four Seasons (Angel Reyes)

A/N: I wrote this after my organic chemistry exam as I was just a mess emotionally. I couldn’t this idea out of my head after I heard ‘Four Seasons of Loneliness’ by Boyz II Men. Hope you all enjoy this story!

Warnings: Angst, I’m honestly so sorry. Please don’t hate me! <3

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It was Spring.

The flowers were blooming yet, the joy that spring usually brought to him, was lost. 

Placing the flowers on her grave, he held the tears back, taking a deep breath.

"Querida, you’re lucky I love you because this place is always so windy when I come by." He tried to make a joke, but the happiness couldn't even reach him.

It was a freak accident. He expected for her to survive, but it just didn't happen.

The first season without her, loneliness seeping in as her death finally sunk in for him. 

She was gone. 

And there was nothing he could do to protect her.

“I still haven’t named her. I feel like the shittiest person because I can’t even stand looking at my own daughter.” Angel sat against her headstone, resting the back of his head against it as he bent his knees, resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s been two months and I can’t look at her without thinking of you. She has your nose, she has my eyes, but every time I look at her, all I can see is your lifeless eyes looking at me.”

Angel broke down then, the traumatizing scene in the delivery room forever embedded in his mind. She was bleeding too much. They both knew that this pregnancy was a risk, but she wanted to have the baby, she wanted to take that risk.

But he didn’t. 

He didn’t want to lose her.

And he did.

“What am I supposed to do without you? I can’t even fucking breathe.” Angel sobbed out. “She’s staying with Pops. I know you’re pissed that I won’t even hold her, but, she took you away from me.” He sounded selfish. He sounded like a prick, but it was how he felt. 

She was able to hold her daughter before everything fell apart for Angel. They happily held the newborn, looking down at her. She was the most perfect thing in the world. But then she crashed, they ushered Angel outside, their daughter being placed in a makeshift crib. When the doctors came back out, the somber look on their faces broke Angel’s heart. 

‘We’re so sorry Mr. Reyes. We tried everything we possibly could, but she lost far too much blood.’

January 8th, 2020 was when he lost her.

Angel never really recovered from that. 

He spent four hours by her gravesite daily, speaking to her about nonsense, but he couldn’t face the reality she was no longer in his arms. When he made it home, Felipe was there with his daughter. She was having her bottle, eyes drifting close as she enjoyed her milk. 

“Pops, not now.” 

“Listen, I’m not too old to smack you around son. I understand you’re in pain, that every time you look at her you see your wife, but she’s your daughter Angel. She made it out alive. Honor your wife and be there for your daughter.” Felipe has let Angel mourn enough, it was time for him to face the music. 

His daughter needed a father. 

Felipe handed Angel’s daughter over to him. Angel cautiously held her, her big brown eyes looking up at him. She studied him, moving closer to his warmth. Angel hasn’t seen his daughter since the day she was born. Looking at her proved to be too painful, but holding her now, seeing his wife’s eyes, it was like he fell in love all over again. 

The tears fell from his eyes, realizing how badly he fucked up, how selfish he was. He had a daughter to care for, her daughter and he wasn’t going to let her down.

He wasn’t able to protect her, but he was going to protect his daughter with every fiber of his being. 

It was Summer.

A season that brought on endless joy since vacations were planned and the kids were out of school.

The days were longer, enabling everyone to enjoy the day.

The heat was unbearable. Nothing new there. Sometimes Angel felt numb to the heat, but other times he would feel it since Michaela, his daughter, hated it. If the apartment even went higher than 73 degrees, she was upset. It made Angel smile, your daughter was so much like his wife.

But the pain was still ever present.

Michaela was now seven months old. 

Angel was overprotective and that was mildly describing how he was with his daughter. 

Little Michaela had her father, tio’s and grandfather doting over her. Every little thing she did, there was a video and multiple pictures as proof. When she even so much as sniffled, she was immediately brought to the doctor. Collectively, they were all raising Michaela, since Angel was still a wreck.

Angel no longer visits her gravesite daily, but he did it every two days with Michaela tagging along. He would tell her about the day they met, when they began to date, he talked to his daughter endlessly and she listened to her father too. 

The ache in Angel’s heart was still present, at night, he would find himself turning to pull his wife against him and she wasn’t there. There were times that he would call her number and would pause, waiting till her voicemail came on and he would hear her voice again. Eventually, the number was disconnected. 

It was painful for Angel, having to raise his daughter all on his own. But he was trying his best.

“Look at my baby with her bow.” Angel had placed a headband on Michaela with a cute periwinkle bow. “You look so beautiful princesa.” He was preparing Michaela for Sunday BBQ at his father’s place. 

Ever since your passing, Angel found that he and his father became closer, relating with one another regarding the pain they felt when they lost the love of their life. He understood now when his father spoke to his mother's urn, he did the same thing at her gravesite. 

Michaela giggled as her father kissed her cheek.

“You look just like mommy.” Angel was having a hard time letting go of her, and he honestly didn’t think he would anytime soon or even at all. “I love Mommy with all my heart and I promise to love and cherish you till the day I die.” 

When Angel arrived at his father’s EZ was there grilling in the backyard. He saw Coco and Gilly smoking at the side. He nodded his head at them before making his way over to EZ.

“Hey, Pops went to buy some milk for Ella.” EZ kissed his niece on the cheek. “Don’t you look beautiful, mi preciosa.” 

“I’ll take Ella.” Coco appeared out of nowhere taking Ella from Angel. He gladly handed her over, trusting his brothers. 

“How you holding up?” EZ questioned, turning the meat over.

“I’m good.” Angel situated himself near the grill, nursing a beer in his hand that Gilly had handed him once Michaela was with Coco.

“You don’t have to lie to me Angel.”

“Ezekiel, my answer is the same every fucking time you asked. It hasn’t gone away. She just fucking died.” Angel took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s fine, I get it, you’re hurting.” EZ sat beside his older brother. He couldn’t fathom what Angel was feeling. They were together for almost ten years. He knew how much Angel loved her, how much he adored her and now she was gone. And he also knew his brother’s self destructive behavior. “You know it wasn’t your fault right?”

Angel has been avoiding talking about his wife’s passing for quite some time. It was too painful.

But it felt like it was his fault. He promised, vowed to her that he would hold and protect her, but he wasn’t able to. 

It was what ate Angel up most. 

He couldn’t do anything but wait for the doctor to come out.

“Hard to see that.”

“I can’t begin to comprehend what you’re going through, but I’m here for you Angel. You’re my brother, you know I love you. And you know I’m here for Michaela too.”

Angel smiled. “I love you too punk.”

It was crazy how he was surrounded by people, yet the loneliness persisted and he knew why.

He wanted her, that was all he needed.

It was Fall.

Didn’t feel any different than summer till it was night. 

The nights have become colder, days becoming shorter.

The pain was slowly fading, but from time to time he would find things that reminded him of his wife and it would come back. He couldn’t even take off his wedding ring and he had no plans to do so. 

Fuck till death do us part, she lived on in his heart and that’s what fucking mattered.

Michaela was crawling now and he was currently baby proofing the apartment. She was pulling herself up to stand, but she hasn’t walked, not yet. But he knew she eventually would. It was only a matter of time. Angel saw your mother the other week. They spoke weekly. His wife’s mother was fond of Angel and offered to live with him till he got situated, but he politely declined. He just wanted to be alone with Michaela. He appreciated the help, but he didn’t want to be a burden to her mother. Losing his wife was difficult for her as well.

At times, Angel dreamed of her. It was less frequent but he looked forward to those dreams. They spoke about Michaela, what they wanted for her and how she wanted to raise her. They spoke about it often before she gave birth, but in his dreams, it didn’t feel like a memory, it felt real. It was as if she was communicating with him. 

“She’s so adorable, you’re doing so good with her.”

“It wasn’t her fault Angel.”

“It wasn’t your fault Angel.”

“She’s so loved baby, thank you.”

“I miss you.”

It was difficult for Angel. The loneliness hasn’t faded, no matter how hard he fucking tried.

But the loneliness hit differently because fall was her favorite season. Halloween was her favorite holiday and she always decked out the apartment for it. They watched one film a day, with a marathon of the Halloween franchise on the 31st. 

Now, he was doing the same with Michaela, but more kid friendly Halloween films.

“What should you be for Halloween? You really like Sophia of Avalon, but I think you’d be so good as a little biker girl.” Angel had his arm around Michaela as she watched Casper. It surprised Angel that Michaela was immersed in any movie he put on. At times she would pull herself up, watching the movie standing up. Every little thing Michaela did, Angel was amazed with. Each day, he fell more and more in love with his daughter.

If he was being honest, having her was making the ache less and less. He loved talking to her most because she would just listen, smile, laugh, anything she did, he was marveled by.

“Michaela,” Angel immediately got her attention, she looked up at her father. “It’s you and me against the world mama, okay? Daddy will always be here for you, no matter what. I’ll never leave you.”

Michaela smiled, your smile, and Angel kissed the top of her head.

“You would have loved your mom, she was the kindest person I know. Whenever she would laugh, it was so infectious.” Angel leaned back, smiling as he remembered how you would laugh at all his jokes. At first he thought she was faking it, just trying to appease him, but he realized that she was very easy to please and he made it a mission to always hear her laugh. “She was so excited to meet you.”

“I’ll make sure you never forget her.” Angel touched his ring. “Cause I never will.”

It was Winter.

Michaela’s first Christmas. 

Angel went above and beyond. He picked a Christmas tree, one of the ones in a fucking yard. The apartment was all decked out. He got her a sock that was hanging over his mantle. For once, he felt some excitement. He couldn’t wait for Michaela to open presents, to just do about anything. She was walking now and he loved running after her. She would squeal, laughing as Angel slowly chased after her. 

He took things one day at a time and the pain seemed to lessen. The loneliness just came at night, which wasn’t shocking. He didn’t cry as much as he used  to, but he found himself tearing up every now and then. 

EZ was holding Michaela as Angel cooked some soup. She had been sick as of late, the common cold overtaking her. Angel hated seeing his baby so miserable. EZ had been staying with them so they could alternate taking care of Michaela at night but more than not, she wanted her daddy.

“At least the fever is gone.” EZ soothingly ran his hand up and down her back, Michaela resting her head on his shoulder.

“Shit freaks me out, she’s always so energetic.” Angel frowned as he watched Michaela just looking at him, letting out a cough. 

“She’ll be fine. The fever is gone.” EZ tried to appease his brother’s worries. He was worried as well, but he knew she would be fine.

“Princesa, you ready to eat soup?” Angel questioned her, earning a nod.

EZ sat her on her high chair, causing Michaela to immediately cry out. It freaked out both EZ and Angel, as she’s never done that before.

“Dada!” She shrieked out, Angel felt his world stop.

It was Michaela’s first word. 

She said Dada.

EZ and Angel looked at one another before Angel rushed over to her and picked her up. He kissed the side of her head, cooing her as her sobbing quieted down.

“It’s okay baby, daddy’s here.” Angel cradled her head, letting her lay her head on his shoulder.

“That was her first word?” EZ was in awe of Angel’s transformation. 

“Yeah, it was.” 

Angel laid in bed, Michaela sleeping right beside him, a pillow and a bed rail blocking one side and him on the other side. He watched her, the humidifier helping out with her congestion to help her sleep. 

“Babe, she said her first word today.” Angel softly smiled. He spoke to you often. He felt fucking crazy, creepy even. He regretted thinking that his father was insane by talking to his mother’s urn, but he knew why he did it now. It made the pain in his chest ache less and well, he didn’t miss her as much. “Mi amor, te extraño tanto.”

By Christmas, Michaela was much better. She was opening gifts with Felipe, playing with the wrapper more than the toys she received. Felipe fondly watched his granddaughter as she played with the wrapper of the present she just recently opened. Angel was sitting on the couch, smiling as he watched Michaela open another present.

“Look Ellie, tio got you something.” EZ presented the Stitch Doll that he bought for her. The doll was almost as big as her. 

She squealed in delight, hugging the stitch doll. 

“Dada, ook!” She nuzzled her face on Stitch, her giggles filling the room.

Angel sat on the floor with his daughter, watching her as she hugged the Stitch Doll.

No one would ever fill his wife’s position in Michaela’s life. 

But Michaela was surrounded by people who loved her.

These past four seasons have been fucking hell for Angel. But as the weather changed, the time passed, the pain eased. The loneliness would always be present, but with Michaela with him, he didn’t feel as lonely.

“Hey baby,” he placed the flowers on the bed of her grave, balancing Michaela on his hip. “Michaela is a year old now. You should see her, she’s walking too.” He placed her on the ground, watching as she walked over to the gravestone, sitting down in front. Angel chuckled, smiling as his daughter bent down to smell the flowers. “She’s just like you. Fucking hates the mornings, loves having ice cream at the middle of the night.” 

“I miss you querida, so much. I know you’re looking down at us, watching us.” Angel looked up in the sky, the wind picking up. “We’ll meet again someday, but for now, Michaela needs me. One day, we’ll be together again, like we always planned.”

He could survive.

He could survive for her.

He could survive for Michaela.

Four seasons of loneliness that he survived and he’ll continue to do so.

Maybe someday he’ll meet someone again, but Michaela was his number one priority.

They would meet again.

And he couldn’t wait for that.

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Down Below (Chapter 63)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

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Warning: swearing, mention of death, violence, cannibalism

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'Why are you telling me this now?' Bellamy kept his head low, starring at the ground while sitting on the bench in his cell.

Finally telling him the truth about the Dark Year was pretty tough, considering the fact that that was the reason why we fell apart. He was going into the fighting pit and it seemed like the right thing to do.

'Figured I'd tell you since we're in a pretty fucked up situation.'

'It doesn't add up. What does Kane have to do with any of the things you told me?'

The flashback pained me, it's been over 4 years since the betrayal but it still hurt. 'Days later I told Marcus the truth about everything. He didn't believe me and instead sided with that monster.'

'A monster?' Bellamy huffed, standing up as he walked towards me. 'You had a choice to back away from everything and you blame Abby?'

'Are you kidding me?'

My eyes began to water as I remembered all of the hidden memories that I tried so hard to shove deep down. I never cried about the Dark Year but perhaps since it was the first time I've ever spoke about it out loud, it finally felt real.

'A grown adult who was supposed to protect us threatened to kill my friend if I didn't do as she said, told me to do something absolutely disgusting. You know exactly how it feels to be manipulated. Bellamy, you know!'

'You could've told Kane right when that happened. That doesn't excuse you for what you did for the rest of the years you've been in the bunker.'

'I was told to be brave, be strong. Look out for grown adults that should be able to take care of themselves. I was only a teenager, just a stupid teenager and was betrayed by someone I was supposed to look up to.' I took a deep breath and shook my head. 'What was I supposed to do? I felt alone. I had to keep doing what we were doing to survive.'

Bellamy flared his nose, I couldn't tell if he was angry or frustrated. Either way I knew it wasn't a good sign. 'I told you that I'm always here for you, why didn't you ever tell me?'

'How was I supposed to tell you that I've killed people down there? That someone manipulated me and I fell for it? Considering that I've been trying to be good all these years before the bunker, it's embarrasing. I lost trust in everyone, everyone but Octavia. Then you showed up, then got my sister taken away. What was I supposed to do?'

'But you're my gir-' He paused, I knew exactly what he was going to say. Given the circumstances I guess it was all over. 'I thought we had an understanding that we'd always be able to trust each other.'

'Well, things change especially after six years. You know now, Blake. It's easier for you to judge when you're the outside looking in. You didn't know how bad it was. Every trigger that I pulled is in my hands forever and I have to live with that.'

Bellamy started at me, 'I don't feel sorry for you.'

'For fuck sakes I'm not asking for you to be sorry for me, you ass!' I screamed, 'You could be dying in a few hours right in that fucking fighting pit. I-I'

'You can just end it, you know that right? Instead you're here trying to give me this sob story.'

I rolled my eyes, 'You know what, do whatever the hell you want. I mean that was your motto after all. Just go to the fucking pit for all I care.'

'It's not like I have a choice!' Bellamy yelled as I turned my back against him and stormed to the exit.

Stopping right as I was about to grab the door to leave, I quickly turned around. 'What do you want me to do, huh? Stop the fighting pit? You broke the rules and this is the consequences you have to face.'

'You said you're the one that started the fighting pit so fucking end it! It doesn't have to be this way.' Bellamy face palmed, kicking the wall as he grunted. 'You and Octavia just want to do whatever is convenient for you two. Come down here and try to sweet talk me when I'm about to die.'

'Octavia came down to see you?'

'Yep, of course she did. Now she wants me to be her sweet brother and beat Indra in the fighting pit, when all she have to do is stop th-'

My eyes widened, shocked to hear that Octavia was willing to sacrifice her mentor and someone she deeply loved for her brother.

Indra was someone she truly loved besides Bellamy, she considered her as family. Yet Octavia was okay to tell her brother to kill her.

Bellamy saw my reaction and chuckled, 'Abby played you but so did Octavia. She had you wrapped around her finger.'

Talking about the Dark Year already had me in the verge of tears, I didn't want to be sad over Octavia either. Especially in front of Bellamy.

Just thinking about the possibility of Octavia could throw me under the bus next as if it was nothing made me think of the past six year we had together. I've killed people to protect Octavia from Abby, would she do the same? Or would she throw my life away just as she was doing with Indra's?

'Reyes, I'm not fighting Gaia and Indra in the pit. I'm not stooping to you guys' level and start killing people.'

I was busy thinking about my friendship with Octavia, I barely heard what Bellamy said. This all suddenly felt so stupid to me, what was the point of even fighting anymore?

All of the people I've cared about were gone; Marcus, Bellamy and now Octavia. Raven probably would just laugh at my face once she sees what I've turned into. She would be shameful of me, I would never expect my sister to stay by my side after all of the mess I've made.

'Do you think I like doing all of this shit? I don't enjoy seeing people die or killing them. I sure don't want to see you die.'

'I don't know who you are anymore, Reyes. I don't know what you like or hate, I don't even know if you love me.'

'Of course I love you.' Why wouldn't I? After I lost everything down here, Bellamy was the only person I ever thought about. 'You were the reason I kept going. The reminder of your voice telling me to survive, for you.'

Everyday down at the bunker, I always thought of the what-ifs. What if I stayed with Jasper in Arkadia and spent the rest of my shortened life happy? What if I refused to give Echo or even Emori the suit and went up to The Ring with Bellamy?

I know that one thing was for certain; any of the choices would've been better than spending six years of hell under this bunker. It turned me to someone I hated; I was no better than my parents, Pike or even Emerson that traumatized me for so long. I've become them.

'Bellamy...' I called for his name, 'The day we first met, I hated you for treating people the way you did. I hated what you did with Pike and I judged you for that. All those times of me preaching to be good and now I've become worse than any of the people that we've ever met. I'm sorry that I've changed and I'm sorry that you had to see me like this.'

Even when Abby blackmailed me to kill Wonkru, I knew it was wrong. Just as Marcus always said, we always have a choice. I had a choice to stand up and call her out, instead I hid behind and took innocent lives. I've failed at becoming a great leader and now, I realized that all the anger I had these years was toward myself.

Looking at Bellamy one more time would've just pained me even more, I had to walk away from his cell. Instead, I walked straight to look for Octavia. I had to try to talk her out on the punishment her brother was going to face.

The idea of Octavia basically throwing Indra's life away still didn't sit right with me. I was more sad and upset than angry that she would do such thing.

As I was headed toward Octavia's office, I felt a tug on my arm. 'Y/N!'

'Monty?' I was surprised to see him, also surprised that he was willing to talk to me. 'W-what are you going here?'

'I was looking for Octavia but found you instead. Look! Look what I have.' His smile always cheered me up; Even at times like this he was positive.

Before I asked him what it was, he brought out a pot filled with flowers. 'Why do you have that?'

'Flowers, Y/N! Can you believe it?! How long has it been since we've seen something this beautiful?' He grinned widely, 'Cooper gave me her hydrofarm right before she died but guess what? It still works. We can have enough crops growing to feed us. We don't have to storm into Shallow Valley and instead, we can live here.'

I couldn't find a word to say as I was processing everything that Monty said to me. All these years when we feared for our life ending stopped right at this moment.

We had never had any source of food other than eating human meat for a very long time. The fact that we didn't have to fight our way into a warzone to live made me feel relieved. This was a feeling that I haven't had in a while.

Monty noticed that I hadn't reacted to his good news, 'Are you alright?'

'Yeah... yeah.' I paused, then looked at Monty as I bit my lips. 'How do you do it? Be a good person all the time and being everyone's light?'

His brows raised, perhaps he was surprised that I wasn't acting hostile for once. After all, I have been a bitch ever since we crawled out from the bunker. 'Long time ago, a certain someone was walking in the same shoes as me.'

'No, no Monty. I've always had my ups and downs starting with the whole Jasper situation.' I chuckled, a bit embarrassed. 'I was a mess and I guess I am right now too. But you Monty, you're always so pure and have good judgment.'

Monty gave a light smile, 'It's hard especially at a time like this. I miss the last six years in the Ring where we had none of this chaos.'

My heart broke for him; Spacekru was happy up there, thinking and expecting that Octavia and I were doing great down here too. Instead they came down to this disfunctional family and was dragged into the mess that we made.

'I'm sorry for making you guys' life a living hell. You guys don't deserve this.'

'I can't really say it's not your fault because it kind of is.' He chuckled, 'But seems like you've slowly started to show effort already. It doesn't sound like Skafaiya that I'm talking to.'

'Definitely not her and I think I'm done being Skafaiya.' She was someone I thought was a savior for Wonkru, instead she was terror that everyone feared.

'Seeing you again after saving you guys from the bunker made me think that you've lost your ways forever. I thought that the Y/N that everyone loved and respected was gone.' Monty nodded, 'Turns out I was wrong.'

A smile formed on my face, appreciating the way he handled everything considering that he had every right to hate me. As I was about to thank him, I smelled something burning.

Monty and I looked at each other, confused to why something was burning inside the bunker. Curiously, we both followed the smoke that eventually led into the hydrofarm.

There stood Blodreina, smirking as she stared at the fire as it burned down our last resort of food. The whole farm were now into flames; everything that Monty built for us to survive was gone.

‘Octavia!’ I placed my hand on her shoulders, worried that she was too close to the fire. ‘You’re going to hurt yourself.’

‘What did you do!’ Monty yelled with his fist balled up.

‘No, no she didn’t do this.’ I disagreed with Monty, knowing that there was no way Octavia would demolish our options to survive. ‘O, you didn’t do this right?’

She bit her lip as she turned her head to my direction. ‘Wonkru is going to march into Shallow Valley and take what we deserve. Burning this farm down is the only way to survive.’

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[sunflowerkiwi93]

Now That We’re Done - HS

All Parts: HERE

Summary: A twenty year old dancer, Elizabeth Payne, is recovering from a traumatic past with the help of her older brother, Liam. The two of them have been yearning for peace for quite some time, and when a good friend comes to live with them for the summer they start their journey towards finding it.  Through ups, downs, relapses, and two albums- Liz fights through her own mind to get better.

Warnings: There are mentions of abuse, PTSD, and anxiety throughout every part.  Also- mature content. One of the guys doesn’t turn out to be so great- this story is not intended to give him this image.  This is all purely fiction.

Part Four

Harry, Liam and I were around the pool all evening.  Bags of food, empty cans of soda and a few empty bottles of my brothers favorite beer was all that was left around the patio.  I had a towel wrapped around me as I went about the concrete gathering things up.  Liam crashed at one o’clock leaving Harry and I to be the ones to clean up.

“He got up again and said he was going to get a shower,” Harry sighed coming outside with a garbage bag, “Then he told me not to worry, that it’s apparently Thursday and that he doesn’t have work tomorrow, so he went back to bed.”  I laughed under my breath and shook my head at my brother's drunk nonsense.  I could feel my wet hair wrapped on top of my head in a bun get that ache and I knew it had to come down.  

“What time is it Harry?” I unwrapped my towel and put it on a chair then reached up to my hair and unravelled the twist.  

“About two,”  He answered.

My hair was still wet but felt dried out from the chlorine.  I shook my head side to side and heard Harry gasp.

“Watch it!” He shouted.  I whipped my head around as fast as I could to look at him.  He had his hands up at his sides looking at me with his eyes wide.

“Did I get you?” I asked quietly, trying to hold back a laugh.  He slumped down and gave me a look.

“Did I get you?” He mocked dropping the cans in his hands rushing over to me.  I shrieked and ran towards him but just missed his arms purposely.

“Come on!” Harry shouted.

“NO!” I shouted back.  I rounded the pool scanning the fence and Harry was around the other side.  We stared each other down, neither of us daring to move.

I looked him up and down.  His brown curls messy, his green eyes a little bloodshot from the water, his skin tanned, his old shorts from the summer I was eighteen and a smile that could melt my heart.

“You know you wanna move!” He called over to me.  Neither of us budged.  I cracked a smile.  “Bring that little smirk over here!” He waved his hands towards himself.  I took a deep breath.

“You come over here mister big shot!” I said.  Harry put his hands by his side and shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay,” He said nonchalantly and started to run around the pool.  I instantly let out a shout and ran the other way.  Harry was catching up to me, cons to having the shortest legs ever, and I started to dive between patio furniture knocking an end table over to knock him off his path.  He barreled over it and caught me in his arms pulling me into him.

“I got you!” He laughed squeezing me in.

“Dammit,” I sighed trying to catch my breath.  I brought my hands up to rest on his arms that were still crossed around my chest.  “I can’t keep up like I’m eighteen anymore.” I said, still catching my breath.  Harry still held me the same as when he caught me.

“Well, if you start to dance again you might be able to,” He said.  I couldn’t see his face but I knew what he was doing.  He and Liam definitely had a conversation about this.

“Don’t start with that,” I started.

“Why not?” He asked immediately.

“Because-“

“Because why?  Because you loved it?  Because it’s what makes you the happiest?” Harry said softly and held me a bit tighter.  I held his arms a little tighter in return.

“Dance is your love.  Your passion.  Your drug and I believe you’ve been going through a withdrawal,” He nearly whispered into my ear, “You were the most beautiful dancer I’ve seen.  You were driven and hardworking.”  His arms came undone and his hands slid up onto my shoulders.  My arms fell back by my side.

“I swear I would sing you anything, anywhere if it meant you would dance again.” This time he whispered to me.  Chills ran down my back making me take a deep breath.

I didn’t want to move.  I knew if I moved he would move and I did not want him to move.  The only sound I could hear was that of the pool's filter and the crickets in the grass.  I swear I could feel Harry's heart beat on my back and if I could feel his that meant he could feel mine pounding in my chest.  We stood like this for a minute but it felt like eternity.

“Turn around,” Harry said.  Nerves stirred in my stomach.

“What?” I whispered, my heart rate nearly skyrocketing.

“Turn,” He said more sure of himself.  I slowly turned to face him in the grasp of his arms.  We looked at each other eye to eye.  His face was golden with a bit of pink under his eyes from the sun.  He slid his left arm around my waist, his hands brushing over my bare skin.  His right hand grasped my left and he held it out to the side intertwining our fingers.  He looked to my right hand and nodded for it to come to his shoulder.  He looked down to our feet, back to my eyes and then our feet again.  I crinkled my eyebrows watching him.  He cleared his throat and looked at me again.  I finally caught on and put my feet on top of his with a breathy laugh.

“Any requests?” He asked looking all proper towards me with a smile and his chin high.  I laughed again and he didn’t budge.  I sighed and gave him an answer.

“A Harry Styles original, Sign of the Times,” I said.  His smile faltered a bit and his lips parted, “It’s my favorite.” I whispered.

“It is?” He asked.

“Of course.  How could your first song not be my favorite?” I answered.  He smiled and closed his eyes with a breath.  Almost as if he was relieved with my answer.  He pulled me a bit closer, started humming before singing and we swayed side to side.

Halfway through his song I was lost in the music.  My eyes were closed and it was clear I was leading our movement.  Harry pressed our bodies together and I laid my head against his chest.  The two of us rocked along to the lyrics that struck my heart in the best way when I first listened to it.

By the end of it I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to melt into this moment forever.  The warmth of having him so close and how comfortable and fitting it felt.  How safe I felt being in his arms.  He slowed his singing and our dance came to a finish.  I stayed against him for a moment.  He didn’t seem to move either.  We paused, both of us taking it in.  He then undid our hands and brought his arms around my back and mine found their way around his.  He kissed the top of my head and I looked up toward him.  I swore he started to come closer until our attention was immediately turned to my left to the sound of a click.  We stood in silence listening.

“Maybe it was-“ Harry was cut off by two more clicks that came in a row.

“Harry,” I said so quietly I’m not even sure he could hear me.

“Sh,” He shushed.  One of his arms came up around me, his hand holding the back of my head bringing it into his chest protectively.  The only thing that moved was his head shifting side to side.

Another click.  Then two more.  Harry took a deep breath.

“That’s a fucking camera,” He whispered and suddenly started for the door keeping me tucked close to him.  My heart rate rocketed again and not in the fun way.  We fumbled through the door, he didn’t let go of me, instead he scattered around for his phone and dialed in a number.  I could hear it ringing, only once, and then a man answered.

“Matteo I need you here now.  There’s someone on the property who should not be here.  Thank you,” Harry hung up the phone and looked at me.  I stared at him with wide eyes.  “You’re going to be okay.”  He reassured me.

“Who would even...” I trailed off not even wanting to think about why someone would be on my brothers property at two thirty in the morning.

“Most likely a paparazzi looking for a buck,” He said but could tell his answer wouldn’t soothe my anxiety.  I took a deep breath and then one right after.  Two breaths turned into four.  Then six.

Harry turned me toward him completely and put his hands on either side of my face.  I looked into his eyes and felt a tear fall out of mine.  He took a deep breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth.  He closed his eyes and did it again.  My heart was beating faster and faster.  He opened his eyes and pressed his forehead down against mine.

“Do it,” He said and he breathed again.  I tried to follow him the best I could, “You got it, keep going.” We took eight breaths that I could count before I could feel my feet again and by that time Harry’s phone went off.  He didn’t break eye contact with me when he answered it.  Matteo was here and had someone else with him.  Harry set the phone down and watched me.

“Do you want to be out here when Matteo comes in or do you want to go to bed?” He asked me.  I shrugged my shoulders.

“I-I-I don’t know, will you be safe?  Is it okay if you go out there or...” I twirled my fingers around.  Harry smiled and hugged me.

“I’m going to be okay and I need you to be okay.  I’ll take you to your room, you need to go to sleep,” We started down the hallway.  Harry intertwined our fingers and we walked in silence.  He stopped at my door and opened it for me.

“Thanks for dancing with me,” He smiled and leaned in to kiss the top of my head again.  I heard the front door open.

“Thanks for singing to me,” I returned his smile.  “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He said.

And with that he went around to Matteo and I could only hear the mumble of their voices.  I turned into my room and changed from my bathing suit to a sweatshirt and shorts and slipped into bed.  I laid awake for a while listening to the guys.  The backdoor opened and closed a few times as did the front door.  I heard Harry's laugh a few times and then it fell quiet for a bit.  It was in the middle of the noise when I started to drift to sleep, still thinking back to that moment Harry and I shared by the pool.  I smiled and closed my eyes letting myself fall asleep.

-

Morning came as fast as the night went.  I was woken up again to the smell of breakfast being made.  Tossing the covers off of me I hurried to the kitchen hoping Harry may look the way he did yesterday morning.  To my subtle disappointment my brother was awake with Harry who was dressed and ready for the day.

“Good morning!” Harry greeted me.  I smiled at him and hopped onto a stool right beside my brother.  I laid my head on Liam's shoulder and he put his arm around my back.

“Good of you to be up,” I laughed, “You left us early.” Liam shook his head.

“Jokes on me,” He groaned, “I haven’t been hungover in a long time.  I blame Harry, this only happens with him.”

“Hey,” Harry said from the stove flipping over a pancake before turning to Liam pointing the spatula at him, “You put that beer in your own hand.  This has nothing to do with me.” He turned back to the stove.  I laughed at both of them.

“Whatever you say Harry,” He paused, “So before the security breach happened how much of the party did I miss?” I flickered my eyes up to Harry who gave me a side eye barely turning his head obviously signaling me to answer Liam.  I took my head off my brother's shoulder and shrugged.

“Not much honestly, we were just trying to clean up,” I said without any excitement in my voice.  Harry stifled a laugh.  “What happened last night with the... the security... thing.” Liam and Harry went on to explain that Matteo and his partner, Harry's security, patrolled the entire property and came across a paparazzi who was in fact snapping pictures of us since before Liam went to bed.  It had gotten so quiet between Harry and I that that was how we heard him.  He was arrested but was most likely going to be released right away.

“That's entirely not right!” I exclaimed, “He violated our privacy and completely crossed a line!  They just let anyone out of jail regardless of what they’ve done these days I swear.”  Liam and Harry shared the same serious look between each other.

“You’re telling me,” Liam shook his head.  Harry looked down, flipped the pancakes to a plate and slid them in front of Liam and I.  My brother and I both reached for one, bumping hands, and fought for a piece.  Neither of us used a plate and instead ate it straight from our hands like we always did since we were kids.  Harry watched us and grinned.  He reached for a piece and ate it the same way.

“You guys are great,” He cheesed and took a bite.

“So what does...” I started with my mouthful and waited till I finished my pancake, “What do we do from now on? What's changing about security and stuff?”

“Well for starters Matteo and Jack, my security, will be here overnight,” Harry stated.

“I’ve already looked into changing my fencing and gate,” Liam said.

“And new cameras and scanners are coming in,” Harry finished their explanation as if they rehearsed it.

“So no need to worry?” I asked, my eyes widening a bit.  Liam put a hand against my back and shook his head.

“That makes me feel a little better,” I nodded.

“A little?” Harry asked.

“Yep.  I need a shower and then I’ll be all the way better,” I smiled.  They both shooed me away and playfully groaned.  I hurried away around to my room and got myself together.  I grabbed two towels and a change of clothes before turning out of my room.  Starting down the hall I put my things in the bathroom, started the shower and realized I didn’t grab my phone from Liam.  I came back out into the hallway and bumped right into Harry.

“Oh geez, I’m sorry,” He said, grabbing onto my arm.

“That’s okay,” I giggled.  We looked at each other for a second and just smiled.

“Are you okay?” Harry whispered.  I paused before answering, taking in this second.

“Yes,” I nodded, “And I mean that.” My eyes squared in on his and he sighed.

“Get outta here,” I could see him holding back a smile as he pushed my arm away.  Turning away from him to go out to my brother I could feel his eyes on me.  I glanced over my shoulder and he had a small smile on his face.  My heart skipped a beat.  It was impossible to think that there was a slight chance he and I were on the same page.

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[foreverandalwayshttyd]

So I’ve had this idea for awhile now and I’ve finally had time to sit down and write this. This is just like the second Hiccup and Stoick flashback scene when Hiccup finds his father crying downstairs. I️ wanted to write that with Hiccup and Zephyr but of course with a little twist. Enjoy this emotional father/daughter fluff that wrote itself :’)

The Blank Page

Hiccup stared at the crackling fire, his gaze getting lost in the dancing flames. His face was blank, a million thoughts racing through his mind all at once. An exasperated sigh escaped him as he slumped back in his chair and massaged his wrinkling temple. The whole house was quiet, the snapping flames the only thing ringing through the Chief's ears. He stroked his beard in deep thought, his eyes feasting on the strong orange glow.

He cleared his throat to break himself out of his trance and sat up more. He looked up at the stacks of books and papers above the fire place on a shelf, internally groaning at the sight of all the work he still had left to do. He squinted his eyes when he began to study the stack more carefully, a little leather flap sticking out from in between two disheveled books. There was a symbol on it that he couldn't quite make out, but something inside nagged at him. He hoisted himself up out of his chair and reached for the little flap. It was too dusty to make out. He removed the thick book and rolled up map on top of it, and moved them over to the side. He picked up the old little leather book cautiously, a layer of dust resting on top of it. He blew it off carefully, and instantly his eyes went wide. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, as he quickly collapsed in his chair.

The symbol was fading, but it was still there. A red Night Fury symbol. His old sketch book. "Oh my Thor..." Awe rang through his quiet voice, as he ran his hand over the withering sketchbook that he hadn't seen in years. It was so old and fragile, he was scared if he even turned the page it would fall apart. Ever so slightly he opened up the sketchbook and instantly a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His eyes met old tail fin designs, the charcoal a very light grey now. He continued to turn the pages slowly, drawings and sketches of his former best friend making him smile sadly. Maps of old islands he had discovered in his youth made an appearance as well, them being slightly darker than the tail fin designs. He smiled warmly when a sketch of Astrid popped up when they were still young reckless teenagers, remembering the day she had finally caught him drawing her. He turned the page and instantly he froze, his eyes glued to the sketch. It was Toothless. But it wasn't just any old normal sketch of his scaly freind. No, this one made the corners of his eyes swell up.

The sketch was of Toothless flying on his own for the first time, with a big gummy smile and his tongue lolling out to the side. Hiccup remembered so clearly the day he had drawn that. It was right after Toothless had left to go see the Light Fury on his own with the new tail fin for the first time. The sight of seeing his dragon look so happy in the sky made his whole face light up. It was a moment he never wanted to forget.

Hiccup sniffed, and wiped at his eyes. He let a few tears slide down his cheeks not really caring. He missed his youth. He missed his old life where dragons roamed freely, where he discovered new lands with his friends, where he could feel the cold brisk air that made him feel free. He missed the thrill of discovering new dragons, or making new inventions that his dragon would have to save him from. He missed not having to be tied down, or having many responsibilities. Toothless had made him a stronger person, and gave him something to look forward to each day. He missed his best friend deeply. He missed his old life deeply. If only he could go back-

Creek.

Hiccup quickly whipped his head around towards the staircase where the source of the noise came from. In the shadows he could faintly make out a little figure in the dark that was quickly scuttling back upstairs.

"Zephyr?"

The soft footsteps came to a halt halfway up the stairs. The little girl slowly turned back around and hobbled down the stairs hesitantly, biting her lip nervously. Once she was in range of the glow of the fire, Hiccup could see she looked distressed and her cheeks glistened.

"What're you doing up kiddo? You should be in bed." He said softly as he quickly shut his sketchbook and wiped at his watery eyes. Zephyr looked at the floor, her big blue eyes glistening as she looked back up at her father.

"I can't sleep." She answered quietly, a slight break in her voice. Her banded pigtails were frizzed some loose pieces sticking to her wet face, and she wore a long white nightgown that fell just below her knees. She held a dragon plush in her arms, cradling it close to her chest. Hiccup realized something was wrong. She never had bad dreams, only Nuffink did. Maybe this was her first bad dream? His thoughts were interrupted by a little sniffle.

"Hey it's okay, come here." He held out his arms to her, and without hesitation she rushed over to him. He picked her up and cradled her in his lap, as she nestled her head under his chin. She hugged her dragon plush tightly making sure to cuddle as close as she possibly could into her father, and stared into the fire. Hiccup stroked her hair gently then looked down at the slightly shaking girl.

"What's wrong little lady?" He asked softly, peering down so he could look into her eyes. She tilted her head up and a couple of tears slid down her burning cheeks. Hiccup's heart clenched at the sight. He caressed her wet cheek with his thumb.

"I-I...I'm scared daddy." Her whimpering voice made Hiccup's heart break. He had never seen his daughter look so traumatized before. I mean sure, she'd get pretty shaken up after falling and scraping her knee once or twice, but this was different. She looked genuinely scared.

"I'm sorry I'm scared....you say I'm supposed to be brave." She wiped at her runny nose, her eyes continuing to swell up. Her voice shook when she talked. Hiccup furrowed his brow in pity, as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Zephyr, it's okay to be scared. Everyone gets scared from time to time. Even me and your mom get scared." He reassured gently, as she widened her eyes in surprise. "You and momma get scared? But mommies and daddies don't get scared." She replied innocently. Hiccup chuckled softly, hugging her tighter.

"Oh believe me, they do. It's nothing to be ashamed of. But what's causing my brave little lady to be scared tonight?" He tilted her chin up so he could look her in the eye. Her lower lip began to tremble, and she buried herself into her father's chest, drenching him in tears.

"I don't wanna be alone daddy! M-momma was...g-gone aa-and...Finn and you...and I was a-alone..." She wailed desperately, recalling the nightmare she had recently abruptly waken up from. Hiccup looked taken aback, trying to soothe and calm her so she wouldn't wake the whole house up.

"Hey...hey shhh shhh it's okay it's okay! Zephyr look at me." He helped sit her up in his lap, and continued to stroke her cheek. She was shaking with little sobs, fear radiating through her clouded eyes.

"It was just a dream, none of it was real. I'm here, see?" He took her limp hand and placed it over his heart. She looked into his eyes, her sniffling dying down. "Momma is here too, and so is Finn. You're not alone, and you'll never be alone. I'm not going anywhere." He wrapped her up in his arms and held her close, as she clung to him as if her life depended on it. He buried his face into her soft hair as she continued to silently cry against him. He rocked her back and forth soothingly, shushing her gently and telling her it was okay. So much sadness swelled through his heart. Zephyr didn't deserve to have a dream like that, she was only six years old. She was such a bright bubbly girl that brought a smile to his face every time she walked into a room. But as he held her close and comforted her, he knew he'd remember this moment forever. She was scared and she came to find him. They stayed like that for awhile. Until an idea popped into Hiccup's mind.

Carefully he reached for his sketchbook tucked beneath his cloak, and pulled it out as Zephyr began to pull away and sit up. She wiped at her eyes and looked down at the little book with wonder. "What's that?" She asked curiously as Hiccup smiled.

"Let me show you." Zephyr shifted around so she was leaning her back against her father, and he held the sketchbook in her lap as he began to show her the sketches from his youth. Zephyr gasped in awe as soon as he opened it up and he smiled warmly. With each page came a story, and each story made Zephyr's fear slowly disappear. She started to smile again as she studied her father's drawings and enjoyed listening to the stories that came along with them.

"Is that momma, daddy?" She asked as she pointed to a sketch of Astrid when she was younger. Hiccup blushed faintly and smiled cheekily. "It is. That's the day when she chased me around the whole village when I said I had to draw her cause she looked cute." He softly chuckled when Zephyr giggled. She ran her finger on the edge of the sketch, looking at in wonder. "Momma's so pretty."

Hiccup smiled and kissed her hair. "She is isn't she? And so are you." She giggled once more, as his breath tickled her face. She urged him to continue to turn the pages, which he gladly did so. He pointed to each one with emphasis, making her laugh when he would make silly faces to make the story come to life. "Is that Toothless!?" She squealed excitedly when a sketch of Toothless caught her eye, finally a visual representation of the dragon her parents talked so much about. Hiccup's face lit up in response to her excitement. He nodded with a smile, and she turned her attention back to the drawing, mouth agape and eyes wide. There was his little girl that he knew.

"Do you think I'll ever get to meet him daddy?" She asked hopefully, and Hiccup smiled. "Maybe one day." She gasped excitedly at his response, and turned her attention back to the sketchbook. She turned the page, and a frown emerged when she noticed it was blank. Hiccup pursed his lips in disappointment when he realized they had gone through everything. His mind clicked and a cute little idea popped into his head. He opened his little satchel on his belt and pulled out a charcoal pencil. Zephyr noticed and her face lit up in excitement. "Can you teach me how to draw, daddy?" She pleaded and Hiccup couldn't resist that face she made.

"Of course. Here..." He handed her the pencil, and took her hand in his and began to lead her hand along the parchment with the charcoal pencil. She watched in awe, a bright smile on her face as she watched her hand being led by her father's. The outline of a little girl began to take shape, and Zephyr couldn't peel her eyes off of it. Hiccup smiled as he worked and held her hand in his.

"That's me!" She gasped excitedly, looking at the rough sketch of her, cuddling her dragon plush. "Yeah and in no time you'll be able to draw all kinds of things." Hiccup encouraged, as he admired the look on his daughter's face.

"Even Toothless?"

Hiccup's heart melted. "Even Toothless."

He shared a warm smile with his little girl. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her father's neck, squeezing him tightly. "I love you, daddy." She whispered and Hiccup hugged her back. "I love you too my little lady."

She pulled away with a smile, and then looked back down at the sketch. A slight yawn creeped in, making her eyes droop. Hiccup noticed and shook his head playfully. "Alright miss, time to get some shut eye." He stood up and gathered her up in his arms, making her giggle as he nuzzled her nose. He tucked his sketchbook in his belt and made his way up the stairs with the dazed girl in his arms.

As he walked to her room and tucked her back in, all of his nostalgic feelings had melted away. Sure he missed his old life, and of course he'd continue to miss Toothless everyday. But this was his world now. Being a father to two children that he adored more than anything. He wouldn't trade being a father for the world.

Especially now that he has a new page to sketch on.

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[lunaraen]

G'morning! (It's 00:30 where I live, ahaaaa...). If you're still taking requests, I'd quite like to see something about F. Jesse and Ivor having that first awkward encounter/conversation after the Witherstorm. I've always wondered what would be going through each of their minds in that circumstance. Thank you in advance :D

It should hurt.

A distant part of Jesse is verycertain it does.

For the most part, though? She’snumb. Everything lasts too long and yet each moment blends into the next in atwisted blur, something in her chest stinging, sharp and painful, while shefeels nothing, her entire body cold and limp. She walks, she smiles, she givespep talks, and her lips strain with every motion, her legs aching with everystep.

(Jesse’s so tired.

Maybe sleeping would help, butthere are too many people and there’s too much to do and she can sleep later, not now,any time but now even if now won’t end,“later” never quite coming.)

She wants to go to bed, collapsebehind some rock or tree, and wake up back home, in her tree house with Reuben.She wants, above all else, to wake up in bed with him at her feet, rather thanrocks digging into her back and Reuben haunting every other thought.

It’s just not possible.

Admittedly, Jesse’s more and moretempted by the idea of just falling asleep and never waking up.

But that’s not a whole lot morepossible. Not when her friends need her, when countless strangers are lookingto her for guidance and confidence she doesn’t have.

That’s part of why she’s where sheis now, stumbling more than walking, trudging not into the darkness but awayfrom the main part of their camp. Jesse’s not looking to fight anything, swordat her side just in case anyway, and stays within the dispersed ring ofhundreds of torches they have spanning so many meters in every direction. Shejust wants to be somewhere a little less blindingly bright, somewhere where’sshe’s not so closely surrounded by exhausted and sleeping people who deserveevery bit of their rest.

An equally big part may have todo with how she can smell coffee, a desperate and curious part of her clingingto that. If she can’t sleep forever, well, the dramatic opposite is that shewon’t sleep at all, and coffee helps with chasing away the sleep andnightmares.

Jesse pauses, freezing with onefoot midair, as one of the people sleeping on the ground twitches, theirsleeping bag pulled up enough to cover their head.

It’s not until they settle againthat she finishes stepping over them, shoulders relaxing as she exits one ofthe most outer throngs of sleeping people and keeps quietly walking, doing thesame silent march through whats little more than a field of torches andsupplies abandoned for the night.

Step, step, pray there’s not atwig to snap under a boot in her next step, keep stepping.

(This would, in hindsight, beeasier without her armor, but taking it off would be disrespectful to Ellegaardand feels too final and vulnerable an act. They’re safer now, but they’re notdone yet.

Every step, one and then two, alittle more hesitant but no less routine, feels as much like its own challenge,its own risk, now as when its broad daylight.

She hears monsters that aren’tthere and screams people are no longer making. She feels almost ready to drawher sword on the smallest of shadows, and certainly feels ridiculous about itall. It’s nearly over, and the hardest part, the hardest actual battle, isover. She doesn’t have the right to jump at monsters that aren’t there, likesome traumatized adventurer or amazing hero.

That’s the sort of trauma thathappens to people who have survived incredible things, and while Jesse’s plentytraumatized, she’s no hero. Now’s not the time to start acting like it.)

Jesse’s not actually planning ondisturbing whoever else is up and brewing coffee in the middle of the night,but she’s curious all the same. The smell is stronger away from the heart ofthe hundreds of sleeping people, and if someone wants their privacy, she canrespect that. But if someone else is having trouble, they also deserve ashoulder to lean on.

It’s the most Jesse can do rightnow, unable to return to building without making too much noise or doingsomething wrong when it’s better laid out in stored away plans.

Still, all plans of comfort turnto dust and ash, uncomfortably stuck in her throat when she sidesteps aparticularly large pile of equipment to find Ivor on the other side, legscrossed as he sits by a makeshift fire. The kettle’s no longer boiling, a lazy,never-ending plume of steam and the smell of coffee still slowly wafting off ofit from where it’s set beside him.

The silence is not pleasant.

Really, it’s stifling and plainawkward, more awkward than she was already preparing for. They aren’t just twopeople who deserve their rest and are up far too late; they’re two peoplewho’ve been part of this disaster since the beginning, albeit starting ondifferent sides.

Funny that they should be two ofthe people to see the entire thing through.

Jesse doesn’t think they’vereally spoken since the battle, even as Ivor’s diligently worked alongside therest of them to provide healing potions and whatever other aid he can brew up.

Ivor shifts without a word,moving to the side and patting the grass beside him. It’s a small invitation,as unexpected as it is silent, but Jesse takes it, settling where he sat not amoment ago. It’s better than having to stare at each other from across thefire, but the discomfort doesn’t exactly vanish with the two of them sittingside by side.

Her eyes are stinging and herattempt at a greeting isn’t almost anything, a choked sound lodged in herthroat that doesn’t manage to make it to words.

Ivor, in turn, forgoes a greetingof his own.

Instead, he cuts painfully closeto everything Jesse was planning to never talk about.

“There’s nothing to beashamed of, in grieving.” Maybe it’s written over her face now, maybe it’sbeen written all over her since they started traveling and rebuilding. “Italways hurts to lose someone.”

And there’s a wistful quality tohis voice, one that nearly everyone seems to have, that tired, hollow look inhis eyes that Jesse’s seen over and over in so many people lately, eyes withdark, nearly purple circles under them, and she’s speaking before she reallyknows it.

“I’m sorry for your–”No, it’s wrong, that’s wrong, it’s too mechanical (she’s said it too many timesto too many people in the past few days but something like that should neverever sound routine) and it’s the last thing she has the right to say. Jesse’smouth closes fast enough she nearly bites her tongue, back rigid and her nailsdigging into some part of her skin, past the gloves into her hands (her palms?They’re still too sore from building to tell, too numb from everything else).

I’m sorry for your loss.

People have lost homes, beenseparated from friends, lost livestock and pets, had precious mementos rippedfrom them and exploded into nothing. Loss is everywhere. Even the peopleinsisting they’ve lost nothing have had something or another ripped from them;she doesn’t think one person’s really kept their peace of mind.

There’s been a lot of mourning, alot of moving forward, and a lot of condolences. That won’t work here, now, atthis time with Ivor.

Apologizing for his loss would bedistancing herself from it, acting like Ellegaard’s death wasn’t directlyJesse’s fault. Begging for forgiveness is more appropriate. A million otherapologies spring to mind, scramble their way onto her tongue as her body staystoo stiff, and Ivor manages to beat every single one.

“And I’m sorry foryours.” Jesse feels something warm, something akin to rage or pain, spark atthat, and she smothers it before it can become anything. Ivor’s voice hitchesas he tries to continue, and she thinks he’s expecting that warmth, expectingher to lash out at him with it. “I–”

He swallows, and Jesse waits.

“I regret so many things. Icould spend an eternity lamenting so much of what I’ve done, what I’ve said,the things I never acted on but should have. All the things I never should haveconsidered but did.” His voice is gentle, still, but his hand is by farsteadier as he picks up a mug Jesse didn’t notice and the kettle, motionssmooth in a way his words aren’t as he begins to pour. “And yet, I havenever regretted anything more than stealing that blasted block, or using it tomake that abomination. I can’t give back what I took, Jesse. If I could, Iwould.”

Ivor presses the mug into Jesse’shands, the coffee swirling without spilling and just as steamy as the kettle,and it takes her several moments too long to realize the drink’s for her.

“I know.”

His voice turns the sharpestshe’s heard in–days? weeks?–a while, his scowl as stern and nearly as bitteras his words.

“Then stop apologizing likeyou had anything to do with it– with herdying. With the world being turned on its head. With losing Reuben.” Ivorpauses, pinching at the bridge of his nose with fingers thin enough to almostbe skeletal, and the venom eases away as quickly as it came. “I killed oneof the brightest, most creative, inspiring people to have ever spawned. She wasone of my best friends, once, and I ended up bringing about her doom. I killedEllegaard. Just as recklessly and unintentionally, I killed Reuben. You lostone of your best friends.”

It’s relieving in a way it shouldn’t be to have it addressed as it is. 

Reuben might have been a pig, but he was never just a pig to her. He was the best pet anybody could ask for, and to hear Ivor talk about him that way makes her choke up for different reasons.

“Maybe you should stopapologizing like you had anything to do with it.” There’s a ghost of asmile from Ivor at the echo, and Jesse counts it a success even as her own weaksmile crashes and burns. “You didn’t sneak Reuben aboard with me, or tryand have him land anywhere but the lake. I should have noticed. You didn’t failto grab him, didn’t take Ellegaard’s armor.”

“But I uprooted your life,didn’t I? All our lives? Shook the very foundation of what you knew, yes, butalso what you had? Your home? Your friends?” He looks away. “Petra’sridiculously fortunate to not have any lasting nerve damage.”

Jesse hears the unspokeninsinuation: they’re not sure she doesn’t.Petra doesn’t seem to, and that’s enough for Jesse now, but it’s a worryingthought.

She looks up at the moon, asbright and speckled as ever, and she wonders why it gets to stay the same. Howit dares be the same moon now, glowing as much in their darkest moments as itdid when they were happy, when Jesse’s biggest adventures involved forestescapades and building competitions.

There are better sources to bebitter at than the moon, and while she doesn’t find Ivor guilty the way heapparently does, Jesse knows she herself makes a plenty fair target. Evenstill, she didn’t act without reason, just like Ivor didn’t.

“…none of this would haveeven happened if Soren hadn’t lied about the Ender Dragon.”

Jesse doesn’t really know whatkind of response to expect, but Ivor’s chuckle, worn and weary and so close tobeing a bark of a laugh, isn’t it.

“It would be easy, to blamehim. He isn’t exactly here to defend himself.” In Jesse’s eyes, there area lot of other reasons for why it’s easy to blame Soren, but Ivor’s the lastperson she needs to explain that to. “I’ve spent a good deal of my lifeblaming him for things. Things he played a hand in, certainly, but not thingshe could entirely control. How different would it be, I wonder, if just one ofthem had sided with me. How different would things be if I’d never objected atall? How different if any of us had noticed him taking the command blockalong?”

If anyone has answers, it isn’t Jesse.

Ivor doesn’t seem to know muchbetter himself.

“I thought he was beingclever, however vile and manipulative the cheating itself was. Of course he’dnever intended to let us do our part. Of course he’d want to orchestrate theentire thing just to his liking, with everyone safe and used like pawns.”Teeth are the first to show as his lips twist into a snarl and the first to behidden as Ivor’s expression softens. “Of course he’d want everyone safe.That was something Soren would never negotiate on. However wretched a light Ipaint him in, he deserves credit for that. He’d never let Ellegaard die, not ifhe had any say in it, never let anyone get so close to death.”

Not himself, certainly.

“He didn’t care enough aboutus being in danger when it meant saving his own skin.”

“Fair enough. He’s acoward.” Intended to be funny or not, it’s straightforward enough tostartle a small laugh out of Jesse. “He recognized the risks and decidedthey were too much. But he’s not the master manipulator I’ve seen him as for solong. He’s flawed; human. Who wasn’t scared, then? I’m hardly any better; Iabandoned you in the nether, and brought this entire mess down upon us to beginwith.”

By Ivor bringing it back to them,trying to center it on him, Jesse’s reminded of how this disaster in particularis still her fault. Ivor had a fail-safe, after all, a means to end what wassupposed to be a short demonstration, and he was hardly to blame for saidfail-safe being nabbed.

“…it wouldn’t have been aproblem for anybody if I didn’t steal your potion.”

“Jesse, you saved the world. That’s not something totake lightly, not when leaving it to somebody else would’ve been easier andsafer for you. My safest course of action was not making a monster. Instead, Itore what remained of my best friends apart, killed one of them, and let herdie in Soren’s arms.” Ivor glances over his shoulder, briefly, and Jessedoesn’t wonder what he’s trying to see past the pile.

Magnus and Gabriel have beendiligent in their help, and she appreciates that too, but there are a number ofless than pleased people among them. The two of them tend, more often than not,to set up camp further from the heart of wherever they set up for the night.

Gabriel’s armor gleams decentlyin the moonlight, and she can see it glinting from here.

Ivor clears his throat in whatmay be a huff, and he’s watching her now.

“It’ll be a miracle if theyever speak to me again. Magnus might eventually run out of steam, but Gabriel’salways had a very strong sense of justice.”

…that’s an interesting way todescribe an old friend who betrayed him, pushed Ivor away and ignored him as ifhe were a stranger, someone who lived the life of a respected hero and lied tothe world for years even before Jesse’s spawning.

“Not enough to keep him fromlying.”

“If I know him half as wellas I once did, it’s been eating at him every moment since.” Ivor’s legsshift, one straightening before bending to allow him to rest his elbow on itsknee, and he’s smiling weakly as he turns his head to look at her. There’s awarmth, a tired, mournful sort, in his gaze, hidden as it is by the long bangsgripped in one hand, barely kept from shifting in front of his face. “I’mnot going to try and make you forgive them or see them in a kinder light. Youinherited our mess, our lies and schemes, and fixed it far better than we evertried to.”

“It doesn’t feel thatway.” Disheveled as Ivor seems right now, he still has more control,visibly, than Jesse even halfway feels. “You all seem so experienced, andeven my friends seem to know what to do, how to do it. They’re great at helpingpeople, and I’m so scared of making things worse, Ivor. What do they need mefor?”

“Jesse.” The stern toneis back, gentler but not without an edge. She gets the feeling he’s had enoughof the circular pity cycle they’ve been going through. “…ultimately,even in the most pessimistic and cruel of lights, it’s obvious they need you astheir leader. They need you as a friend, as someone to lean on and to catchthem before they fall. They all trust each other, and you, to make sure no oneelse gets hurt. And truly, you’ve done so much already for all of us that youseem the most experienced for guiding, for making the tough decisions no onewants to.”

“Great.” Jesse’s tone,in turn, is as quiet as it ought to be this late, but it’s not without its ownbackbone. “But I’m not. I don’t know anything about helping or leadingthis many people. I don’t know how to tell them things will be okay when theysaw their homes, their towns and cities, everything they’ve ever known, getripped to bedrock.”

“It’s not a situation mostpeople are prepared for.” Ivor’s boot shifts, nudging her own. There’sanother rush of shame, of feeling lesser. How must he feel, seeing her paradeday after day in his dead best friend’s armor? “You’ve done remarkablywell all the same.”

“I–”

“Well, save for your poorsleep schedule. You’re worried about your friends counting on you? Maybe makesure you’re awake, healthy, and ready for when they do, rather than fallingasleep on your feet.”

“Hey, I’ve been doingwell.” Ivor raises an eyebrow as he lifts the mug from her hands, raisingan eyebrow, and Jesse’s nodding before she’s even trying to figure out when shedrank all the coffee in it. Her throat doesn’t feel like it’s in any pain, butit’s about as numb as the rest of her.

Ivor, apparently, wonders thesame for slightly different reasons.

“You have. I’m amazed youhaven’t burned yourself with your coffee yet.” He pours himself a fullcup, and, hypocrite that he is, downs it in one swift movement without wincing.Jesse’d be impressed if she weren’t busy pouting. “At this rate, though,you’re going to fall over dead or start slipping up at dangerous moments. Do usall a favor and catch a little shuteye.”

“…you too.” Shenudges his foot back before pulling herself to her feet, limbs feeling asstretched and stiff as her armor. “We’re not going to get very far veryquickly without some amazing potions.”

His grin is as sly as her own,his voice with a different, more sarcastic edge.

“Ah, of course. I can assureyou you’ll have them.” There’s one last pause as she dusts herself off,and his voice is gentle once again. “And I’ll try and rest, Jesse. Youshould really do the same.”

…she will.

If only for her friends, shewill.

#My Stuff #fanfiction #mcsm #Minecraft Story Mode #Anonymous

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Hello! I really like the way you write :) Can you do a kidnapped MC? RFA + Saeran? Like they don't see MC that day and start panicking and how they find her? Thank you very much, have a good day ❤️

Oh my god Tumblr decided to refresh and I lost all the work I did… … … 

Kill me. 

But hey, I love this request so I’ll do it again.

*Quick note: I restarted writing this yesterday after Tumblr deleted all my work  and got through Jumin and Yoosung’s and said I’d finish it today and guess what, I’m sick with the flu. This request is cursed or something istg lolol*

Trigger Warnings: Sexual harrassment, gore, torture, abuse & suicidal thoughts. This headcanon is quite graphic, please do be aware of that before reading, as I believe that for people to actively kidnap someone, nine times out of ten it’s a personal vendetta. Not for all of course.

Also, I didn’t do Jaehee because I genuinely could not think of an instance of where it would happen, so I do apologise. I hope you’re okay with that.

Mc gets kidnapped.

♚Jumin♚

He was away on a business trip when he recieved an anonymous message with a picture attachment.

“Mister Han, it has come to my attention that you have gotten quite the hefty bonus this year. I want it. Make your way back to Korea today and contact me again. Attempt to involve any form of authorities and I’ll make sure your precious wife suffers even more than she already is.”

The image showed Mc bound to a chair, gagged and sporting two black eyes with cuts on her face. 

Jumin was ringing his bodyguards immediately, firing all of them for not doing the one thing he asked them to do; protect his wife while he was away.

Once he ended the twenty second long call, he was on the phone with the trusted hacker, 707. 

He explained what happened with Mc and the captor’s demands. Seven told Jumin not to worry and he would begin his work in finding Mc. 

From then, Jumin began his flight home. 

Mc felt hopeless. The man seeking Jumin’s bonus had not upheld his end of the bargain and had relentlessly tortured her.

He had done his very worst. He removed three of her fingernails with a pliers, broken her wrist, punched her so hard she lost a tooth and beaten her black and blue. 

This was Mc’s breaking point, as much as she wanted for Jumin to come and rescue her like a knight, she just wanted all of this to be over. She wanted all of the pain and suffering to dissipate along with her. 

The party co-ordinator could feel the blood ooze out of the open lacerations across her body.

This man was clearly looking for more than Jumin’s money. He wanted him to suffer and what better way to make the man suffer than to put his wife through the wrath of his pyschopathy.

Mc could hear the eerie and dark laughter the escaped the man’s mouth as she screamed for him to stop.

Almost as though God had heard her prayers, multiple cops came into the room and wasted no time in filling the man up with bullets. 

This time, she wailed because she could see her beloved run towards her with a team of paramedics carrying a stretcher. 

The were quick to untie her from the chair and lie her down on the stretcher and begin to stop the bleeding. 

With that, Mc lost consciousness.

It was the strong smell of disinfectant that pulled Mc out of her slumber. She opened her eyes slowly, the affects of the strong painkillers she was on made her drowsy. 

“Mc?”

She followed the voice and saw Jumin, and the rest of the members of the RFA, looking at her with concern sketched on their expressions. 

“Guys?” Her voice sounded like she had swallowed sandpaper. 

“Hey Mc, how are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been asleep for weeks but I’m still tired.”

“You’re not wrong. You were put into a medically induced coma when we arrived here to help your body better recover from your injuries. It’s been three weeks since then,” The doctor said as he walked in. 

The doctor then asked everyone but Jumin to leave the room and he then told Mc of the injuries she suffered with.

“You had three broken ribs, a broken wrist, broken eye socket and a fractured skull. You had three fingernails removed, lost a tooth and suffered from multiple lacerations across your limbs and torso. You are truly lucky to be alive. The medicines I am perscribing you are mostly strong painkillers that you have to take daily and also some immune system boosters. Mr Han her bandages need to be changed every day and disinfected. We also can provide counselling to help you with any emotional turmoil you may experience following such a traumatic incident.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

Once the man left, Jumin rubbed the back of his hand againt Mc’s cheek. The three weeks while she was in the coma were hell. Although he had never been more glad to see her just awake and breathing.

✬Yoosung✬

One minute Mc was standing outside the bakery waiting for Yoosung to return with some pastries, the next she was being dragged into the alleyway with a chemical scented rag being held over her mouth and nose.

She kicked and tried her best to scream but her panicked state did her no justice. 

As Mc inhaled more and more of the smell and soon enough, she felt herself fall limp in the arms of the stranger. 

When Yoosung came out of the bakery, he was confused to see that Mc wasn’t there. 

When he took out his phone to ring Mc, ruckus from the side street beside the bakery caught his attention.

He walked to the top of the alley and what he was met with scarred him forever.

Mc’s unconscious form was being stuffed into the boot of a random car. 

“HEY!” Yoosung screamed, his feet having a mind of their own and sprinting towards the man.

Unfortunately he wasn’t quick enough and the man made his escape with Mc. 

Yoosung only made it in time to get a face full of black smoke emitting from the exhaust pipe. 

The blonde didn’t know what to do as he heaved for breath.

Cry.

Scream.

He decided that he could panic later, even though he was only hanging on by a thin thread. 

He needed to get her back asap.

He contacted Seven right away, waiting impatiently for the redhead to pick up.

“Yo, yo, yo what’s up loverboy?~”

“Seven, Mc’s gone… I don’t k-know what to do. Please…  help…” Yoosung’s voice betrayed his calm persona. 

“Ho, ho, ho lovers quarell?”

“No, Seven, Someone took her… she’s gone in some car.”

There was silence on the line before the hacker ordered Yoosung to make his way to the bunker immediately.

Yoosung had never ran so fast before.

When he arrived at the bunker, Seven wasted no time in questioning Yoosung about the cirumstances, a number plate from the car and whether or not he knew if Mc had her phone on her.

“There was no number plate and I think she still has her phone.”

“Alright I’ll try tracking her location and we’ll work from there.”

“-sell for a good price. I might have a go of her before the auction because damn, look at that body.”

The part of the sentence Mc managed to catch caused her eyes to shoot open and see a single man talking on the phone.

She began to kick and and attempted to scream through the rag tied around her mouth. 

“Oi! You might as well stop struggling now, if you don’t I’ll have to make you and that will knock a few coins off your price for damaged goods. And believe me, you don’t wa-”

The man was suddenly cut short, as a loud bang resounded throughout the warehouse. His eyes were wide an unblinking as he looked towards his chest. There was blood pooling out across the fabric of his white shirt. 

Without notice, the man collapsed onto Mc. 

Mc began to scream through her gag once again, her tears blurred her vision as she hook violently, the weight of the corpse on her body adding to her breakdown. 

About three seconds later, the body was lifted off of her and she was being held up by the shoulders. 

Not knowing who it was, Mc only squealed louder an bawled harder. 

“MC! MC! It’s me! It’s me, please stop!” 

Mc’s screams were muted when she realised it was Yoosung in front of her. 

Yoosung untied the rag from around her mouth and held her close as she began to sob and shake. 

“Is she okay?!” Seven asked, running over to his best friend. 

“She’s o-okay, Seven, she’s f-fine,” He said and began to cry as he has never felt so happy just to hold Mc. 

“C’mon, we need to leave.”

Yoosung stood himself and Mc up and kept his arms around her shoulders as she walked. 

♡Zen♡ 

Zen had become incredibly popular since he began dating Mc. 

He was a highly sought after actor and every work he performed in, he sold out the theatre and brought huge success to himself. 

Like now, he was just about to start yet another sold out show. 

He felt himself explode with love and pride as he saw his beautiful Mc sitting in her reserved front seat, smiling at him lovingly as the curtain opened.

Soon enough, the show drew to a close and people began to trickle out of the theatre, excluding Mc who stayed in her seat and the fans who purchased VIP tickets in order to meet Zen afterwards. 

Mc felt very uncomfortable, she had to admit, there was a particular fan waiting for Zen who had been shooting her death glares since the show ended. Mc obviously pinned it as jealoudy of her relationship with Zen. 

But Mc couldn’t shake the feeling of unsafety she felt. 

Mc jumped out of her skin when a quick, “Hey, babe,” was whispered in her ear. 

“Oh my god, Zen!” She laughed and stood up. She was quick to place her hands on his cheeks and connect their lips in a loving kiss. When they parted, both with dorky smiles on their faces, Mc complimented Hyun on his performance. 

“You did amazing Zen, I think this might be my favourite show yet!”

“Babe, you say that every time,” Hyun said as he hugged his girlfriend once again. 

Once they pulled away, Mc and Zen made their way over to the line fans waiting to get a picture with their beloved actor and have a small chat. 

The first few fans came and went, some asking Mc to get in pictures and they expressed their want for Zen and Mc to get married. 

Just after another fan who requested Mc being apart of the discussion and picture, the fan who had been giving Mc weird vibes had stepped up. 

The girl gave Zen a dazzling smile and hugged him tight, expressing how meeting the silver haired actor was a dream come true.

When they were posing for the picture, she turned to Mc and said “Uhm, honey, could you get out of the picture please? You’re ruining it.”

Mc had experienced fans like this before, who were rude to her but never with the level of hostility this one was presenting. 

Zen was taken aback by the bluntness of his fan. “Hey, there’s no need to be rude to Mc.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Zenny. I just get upset easily when special moments are at risk of being ruined.”

Zen and Mc left it at that for the moment, just assuming it was one of those arrogant and jealous fans.

After awhile, Mc needed a break and some fresh air. 

She stepped out of the cast exit and breathed a sigh. 

That fan really was rude earlier.

“You ignorant bitch!” Mc’s eyes shot open and saw the fan from earlier standing in front of her, the girl’s hair messed up as tears fell down her face. 

“Because of you, Zen thinks I’m awful. Just because I didn’t want my picture ruined by someone as awful looking as you! You ruined my chances!”

Just as Mc went to reply, the girl pulled out a gun and pointed it towards Mc. “Just get towards the car and I won’t kill you.”

Mc had her hands up as she made her way towards the parked car, tears streaming down her face.

“Mc?!” Zen’s voice shouted as she sat in the car. 

“Zen! Don’t go near her or I’ll shoot!”

Zen did as he was told, staying where he was. He watched the girl sit in the car and then trained his eyes to the number plate. He repeated it to himself over and over again.

As soon as the car was away, Zen pulled out his phone and typed down the number plate and was quick to dial the emergency services. 

When they told him they were on their way and had sent a car to follow Mc’s captor’s car, Hyun hung up and sat down on the path. 

He buried his hands in his face and began to cry. He just wanted to protect her and he couldn’t even do that. 

“I think it’s time I make Zen truly see how awful looking you are!” The fan wasted no time in parking her car in a random alley and climbing to the back seat. 

She pulled a pocketknife from her back pocket and began to slash Mc’s face. 

They were all relatively shallow cuts and that didn’t seem to please the girl, despite Mc’s cries and shrieks for her to stop.

She stopped only for a moment an then dug the tip of the blade into Mc’s cheek and dragged it up right underneath her eye. 

Just as the steady flow of blood began to trickle down her face, there was a bright light and banging against the door of the car. 

“Get out of the car now!” A guard shoutes, pointing a gun through the open and at the girl. 

In shock, the girl hopped out of the car and had her arms up. 

Mc was too scared to move, her hand trying to stop the bleeding in her face. 

The co-ordinator barely registered the door next to her being opened until she heard the voice of Zen. 

“Jagiya? Come out of the car, okay? We’ll get you fixed up alright?”

When she got out of the car, she threw herself into Zen’s arms as she bawled her eyes out, so glad that it was over. 

Zen brought Mc to the ground and held her as the paramedics came over and began to clear the cuts on her face. “Miss, we are going to need to take you to the hospital to get stitches on that gash on your cheek.”

After Mc was brought to the hospital, there was a flurry of paparazzi outside the hospital and Zen was advised to get rid of them. 

“Yes, it is true. Mc got attacked by a fan last night following the show. She is completely alright aside from a few cuts and a gash. But I will say this now, being rude to Mc, hurts me too, and I am beyond hurt that this happened to her. I am taking some time off to help Mc work through this and to make sure she feels safe in a relationship with me.”

☀Saeyoung☀

Oh god, he thought the agency was finally done with him and had given up on finding him. 

He thought wrong.

Mc was now in the clutches of the agency and he was being held in captivity watching a live-streamed video of his wife being tortured. 

They were pushing her head into water jut until she began to stop moving and then pulled her out again. 

“See this, 707? This is your punishment for going against us. Now watch as we slowly kill her.”

They were relentless and put Mc through pain that not even Saeyoung himself has experienced. 

Her screams plagued his mind as the people stuck a hot fire pocker into her side. 

He couldn’t believe he let this happen. 

He finally had the life he wanted;

Reunited with Saeran, with a wife and hopes to start a family.

But he just had to be careless. 

Seven was pulled from his thoughts when the door opened and Saeran was running to him. 

“I need to do this quick or they’ll catch me, but just go along with this okay?”

Seven nodded and followed Saeran’s lead. 

He was brought to the room where Mc was.

Her cries softened a tad when her husband was brought into the room. 

“Agent 707, for your betrayal against this agency we need to punish you. However, you’re a one of a kind hacker and we can’t afford to lose such talent, so as a sanction we will kill your wife and hope you don’t disobey again.”

Saeyoung watched as Saeran moved towards Mc and pointed a gun towards her head. 

“P-Please don’t! Please! Don’t hurt her! No!” He screamed and struggled, going along with the performance. 

Just as he pulled the safety lock off, Saeran pointed the gun towards the men in the room and shot them all with precison. 

After that, everything was a blur. The three needed to get out of the building quick and get far away. 

Since then it had been three days and they were camping out in a motel. They had bought supplies and tended to Mc’s wounds and from there, worked towards getting her back to health and getting them all to safety.

✟Saeran✟

It had been tough for Saeran, getting through the aftermath of Mint Eye that is. 

He suffered with crippling anxiety and debilitating depression following the events.

But he had Mc and she was the sole person he had to thank for getting through it.

But lately she had been distant. Sad almost.

She was always on her phone, looking like she wanted to forget the world and dissipate. 

Saeran became fed up with it and approached her about it. 

“Mc what’s going on? I thought we could talk to each other.”

“It’s nothing Saeran, I promise.”

From there it escalated into an argument and boiled down to Saeran screaming something along the lines of, “Get out, go! You’re not doing any good by being her!” 

It was only to hurt her as much as he felt hurt. 

But she still left, only bringing her phone and purse. 

After that he tracked her through street cams and her location by her phone. 

He had never been so grateful for his skills until he saw Mc being approached by a man in a hood and then dragged away. 

“Mc~ My love. We are reunited!”

Mc was shook to the core by the voice in her ear. 

“Why are you doing this to me?! We dated in school when we were only young! Just stop!” She shouted, her shaky voice contradicting her confidence.

A slap to the side of her face silenced her and the feeling of the man’s tongue sliding against the reddened skin of her cheek caused a shiver to quake her body.

“I don’t want to hurt you, my love, but I can’t have you stepping out of line.”

“I’m not your girlfriend! That ended over ten years ago, you psycho!”

“Mc’s you’re in denial, we’re in love, you’re my universe! You’re my every-”

“HEY!” 

All Mc saw was a fist connecting with her ex’s cheek, knocking him down.

Then she realised that it was Saeran landing merciless punches on her ex, and although she wished for him to stop, she couldn’t move from her binds. 

All she could do was cry and beg for Saeran to stop. 

Saeran began to stop once he fully registered Mc’s cries of fear and anguish. 

He stepped off the man and went to Mc with bloodied fists and untied her. 

As soon as she was free, she pounced onto Saeran and cried into his neck as she let out the fear she had been feeling through the weeks of harrassment her ex put her through.

“It’s okay, Mc, it’s over. From here on out you need to tell me everything, alright? Please don’t keep stuff like ths from me.”

Oh god, I spent my whole day doing this lol. I hope you enjoyed and I’m sorry it took so long and if parts are sloppy. This flu has my mind a bit muddles. 

Unedited.

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[theoriginalbread]

Venting

TW: domestic violence/abuse, childhood trauma (abuse, neglect, etc.), abandonment, depression, self harm, suicide, PTSD; a whole bag of issues, clearly

⚠️⚠️⚠️ You have been warned! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

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I got really high last night and suddenly got super sad that my entire childhood was robbed from me. I remembered that I used to take care of my baby brother, since he was in his diaper, and he was the best thing in my life at the time. I got to play with my best friend as he grew up and developed skills until he would get to be as smart as, and maybe even smarter than, my older brother and I. I remember feeling so much love for him. I was so excited and that’s about the last real feeling I remember from my childhood. Since then it’s been a slow and steady incline into “maturing” faster than other kids.

I remember how often my mom wouldn’t come and pick me up from school. I would wait and wait in the hot sun on the corner of the school street she instructed me to stay at until she came to get me. She would be there about 60% of the time. Enough for me to get familiar with the route home in case I needed to walk home. I walked home, alone, as a little child, often. And I don’t think I ever felt scared, more like anxious. What would I find out when I get home? Would there be a home? Would my mom be okay? Would my dad be yelling again? If nobody was home, they couldn’t reach me. Some days, I would get home to find no one was home and since I was small, an elementary school child, they wouldn’t give me a key. I would wait outside the house for hours and then cry to my neighbors and ask them if they’d seen my parents leave or if they could help me find them or if they’d let me in. I was ignored by them a lot too. They didn’t want to deal with a crying kid who wasn’t theirs. I never saw the inside of the house they were in because I only ever saw the front door and the window. My mom never scolded me or even acknowledged my feelings. I received no comfort.

I had to start using my brain much more to ignore things around the house and in the family than before. I had to try and keep the act up to not alert anyone that I knew too much. I remember how heartbroken I used to feel when I would see my mom cry and hear my dad yelling. Or how scared I felt when my mom told me if we ever heard them yelling at each other again to just go into the room and put on music real loud. (Trauma based tinnitus anyone? 🤲🏽 Can’t get that fucking ringing out of my ears)

I was confused. I cocked my head at that statement, like a dog, trying to learn new commands. I don’t think I ever got over that exact moment in time. My heart races, miles and miles per hour, at the sound of my parents raising their voices, in jest. In normal conversation. A laugh, through headphones and muffled, sounding too close to a yell and my head starting to spin, my knees lose their strength.

I used to think that I deserved to feel the way I did, at fucking NINE YEARS OLD. I was depressed. I was so horribly depressed I fantasized about dying at school. And I don’t mean intrusive thoughts, I mean genuine fantasy. I would be so lost in fantasy thinking about how much it would mean to people and how sad they would be at my death and that finally they would see that I’m worth their time and affection. So god damn terrible.

That was elementary. Middle school wasn’t any better. In fact it got worse. Yelling matches with my dad almost every other day. I’d pick a fight over everything that I could. I hated him so much. He would always slap me and try and intimidate me, but as stubborn as he made me, I’d never back down. I would double down and yell louder and call him names and watch him break down and cry because he only wanted to be a good father and he hated the way we had become. But I never bought that angle. I hated him so much.

Immediately I’m transported to the night I was on the computer in the living room, laughing and playing with friends. Mom bursts out of the room screaming at the top of her lungs, followed by my father, face so red you’d think he was about to burst. Scream crying her best attempt at a sentence, “he’s going to hit me” and I did not think and I did not take time to listen and immediately put myself between him and her and tried so hard, my one hundred and twenty pound self, against a man, at least a hundred pounds heavier than I, to halt his approach on my mother. My older brother came rushing over to my aid as my younger brother held my mother and backed further and further away while my older and I tried our best to stop my father from moving forward. He didn’t even see us. Whatever the issue, whatever it was that caused him to turn into these fucking demon, he didn’t even acknowledge his own children trying to prevent bloodshed. He was screaming so loud I felt my ears burn after each sentence. He pushed my brother and I aside like rag dolls and yet we both kept pushing him back and harder and at one point I even considered punching him. I’ve never wanted to hit somebody so bad in my life, and that’s On EVERYTHING. I hate violence and he made me want to punch him until his nose broke because of how blind he was.

That’s probably one of the most traumatic days of my entire life, family wise anyway. For months after, he didn’t step foot into our house. He had to fix his shit. Nobody said anything. We just did our best to pick the pieces up and keep moving and helping my mom relax.

For the longest time after, I had problems with my mom. Oh yeah, she’s not so innocent either. I feel terrible for all she’s been through, but it’s not an excuse for how she treated me too. Scratching me and throwing my head into the wall. Yelling at me that I’m just like my father and throwing my phone onto the floor so damn hard it shattered into pieces and spread everywhere into the room. Pieces of glass hit me and I was afraid I’d been cut and she instead checks on my younger brother, in the top bunk of our bunk bed, and apologizes so much and tells him she loves him so much and not to be afraid. She left the house that night, in the middle of the night, and went driving to god knows where and blamed the whole thing on me. She told my dad that I pissed her off because I didn’t listen to her and called her names and none of that was true, obviously. I told her that night I didn’t want to give her my phone because I can’t wake up on time without the alarms. She felt I was undermining her authority by not immediately giving it up. My father came the next day, mad as hell and he slapped me. Told me to apologize to her for all that and I told him, “no, because I didn’t do anything and she hurt me.” He scoffed and went to go talk to her. My mom ignored me for a week after. She didn’t feed me and she didn’t look in my direction. It took a long time for her to talk to me, and she didn’t let it go for months. Years later, I asked him if he knew why I never apologized, then told him about what she did and he said he had no idea. They fought that day. I left the house screaming and crying and having a panic attack. I went to my girlfriend’s house and I slept it all away, blocking both their numbers and trying so hard to will myself dead.

I have so much more to say but I can’t dump everything on the internet. I just feel like I can’t tell anyone this, and obviously there’s a time and place for even the slightest mention of any sort of childhood experiences, but idk. I don’t feel like anyone else understands me and I’m not sure if that’s internal or not. I can’t tell, cause even when I’m with some of my close friends, I feel all they do is talk abt their stuff and ask after they feel they’ve overshared or that they heard what they wanted to hear. And then by the time I get the nerve to start saying what I want to, something else comes up and the topic is gone.

I know I need a therapist, this isn’t new info and it isn’t shocking but man I just need to say it somewhere, ya know? I just can’t keep it inside forever. That thing that people say, “trauma keeps you at the age you experienced it”….that applies to me so hard lmao.

I just wanted a fucking hug man. And my tears wiped away and my damn emotion acknowledged.

If anyone makes it this far, thank you. I hope this wasn’t too long and that it didn’t set off any alarms. Take care of yourself, please?

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#mine #8:11 am #writing #tw #tw vent #ptsd #abuse #trauma

[sun-flower-siren]

His Closet

Hey so welcome to a Schneepford/Schneeplestache fic I have on my ao3 and wanted to post here. Weird pairing, I know. But it’s got my whole heart right now. Try not to judge me too harshly! Basically, though, I gotta do a bit of warning here as well as the tags so! TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED SUICIDE AND DEATH!!!! If you cannot handle these kinds of things, do not read on! If it’s cool with you, though, read on!

“Hey, Vill? How long do you zhink ve vill be like zhis?”

“Like what, Henrik?”

“This… close. Happy. How long do you zhink it vill last?”

“Forever.”

    Wilford had no idea how wrong he would be back then. It had been years ago that he made that promise to Henrik and now… was it all really for nothing? All the fights, serious and playful, all those ‘tea parties’... and nothing he ever did was enough. Nothing he ever did… it never seemed to matter after that.

    “Hello,Vilford.”

    Wilford had been lying underneath the big oak tree outside of Headquarters, trying to relax. It worked, as usual. Until he heard the voice and felt something small fall softly onto his stomach. He sat up and saw Henrik von Schneeplestein… hanging….upside down…in a tree. As if that wasn’t enough of a shock, the septic wasn’t wearing his scrubs or lab coat, either. Once the initial two seconds of shock wore away, he looked down to see Henrik’s glasses in his lap. The pink-haired man chuckled now and set the glasses back on his friend’s face.

“What are you doing in that tree?”

“Having fun? I realized I haven’t in… a long, long time. Und I guess I just really vanted to? Vhat are you doing out here?”

    The doctor pulled up and back down, flipping himself out of the tree to sit in front of Wilford. He grinned a bit sheepisly as he realized he’d gotten some bark and leaf bits in his hair and tried to brush them out and then off his clothes.

“I come out here to relax sometimes! I like the air and the sunlight, you know?”

    The memory faded as Wilford looked between the old photos on the floor and all over the walls. It was the one place he could pretend that everything was okay. The one room in his life that still had any color to it. It was the one place that Wilford felt like maybe… maybe he was still here. He was just in his office, stitching up Anti again… waiting for Wilford to tell him to take a break.

    Of course, Wilford knew that he wasn’t. Well, not his Henrik, anyway.

    Henrik walked slowly through the corridor. Maybe he hadn’t really helped Anti a whole lot, but… at least he wasn’t having a panic attack anymore. He closed his door behind himself gently, approaching Wilford’s sleeping form. He couldn’t help but smile warmly at the sight, though as he looked his boyfriend over, he felt his cheeks start to heat. Wilford was wearing one of his shirts. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Wilford in just a t-shirt, but… somehow, it suited him.

    Henrik slipped into the bed beside Wilford, humming happily as the pink-haired man cuddled closer against him almost immediately. The doctor wrapped an arm around his middle, pulling him closer still. He could feel the iplier’s heartbeat thrumming in his own chest. Wilford had always had a stronger heartbeat, he’d supposed. It was comforting, honestly.

    Henrik woke in his office with a start, looking all around the room. It was quiet. Probably the middle of the night, perhaps even early morning. Actually, definitely early morning. He could hear a slight commotion as he waved his arm up in the air to turn the motion lights back on, and regretting it immediately. Between the intensely bright lights and the stiffness from how awkwardly he had slept, Henrik was already in hell.

    But that dream he’d just had… He couldn’t remember who it was in the dream with him… All he remembered was that he loved them very much. And that… he really missed them… His chest actually began to ache as he tried to pry the information out of his brain but there… there was just some sort of block there. He had dreams like this a lot… and whoever this person was. They obviously meant the world to him but… why couldn’t he remember?

        But that’s when Jack stepped into the room, asking if Henrik had seen Marvin’s wand lying around anywhere. Henrik couldn’t help but chuckle; of course the magician had lost it. The poor kid would lose his head if it weren’t attached to him. Only seconds later, said magician crashed into Jack. After a moment or two contemplating where the wand could have gone, Henrik decided to accompany Jack to the kitchen to make breakfast… if only he’d known how drastically his life would change afterwards. He’d learn that Anti wasn’t a complete assbucket, as well as adopt half of his ego family.

    He got another son out of it, at least… but… he’d also gotten… something else out of it… something… darker. Something… something he’d never wanted to even think about.

A monster.

    That soft, doubtful voice in his head that had somehow come out. That had attacked people, living and dead. That voice in his head that never seemed to go away or just shut the fuck up. And it could come out without Henrik ever being able to stop it. He had no idea how in the hell to even try to stop it.

    Wilford woke to Henrik sitting upright in bed, dripping in a cold sweat. He frowned, taking his boyfriend’s hand and pulling it against his own chest. “Henrik? What happened?” he asked, sitting up soon after. Henrik turned to look at him, eyes immediately flooding with relief. He smiled toward the bubblegum man and hugged him tightly.

    “Nozhing zhat isn’t better now, sveetheart.” he hummed quietly as Wilford pulled him into an even closer embrace. Henrik nuzzled his nose into the crook of Wilf’s neck, letting his eyes slip shut once again. Wilford nudged him once, twice.

    “Talk to me, babe,” Wilf spoke a bit more firmly now, though it was entirely from concern. Henrik finally budged and explained that he’d only had a nightmare. Wilford frowned slightly more at this, but allowed the doctor to curl more into him as they lay back down.

“Are you okay, gumdrop?”

“I am now, yes. More zhan okay, really. I have you, vhy vouldn’t I be?”

    The pair spent a moment arguing over who was luckier before Henrik piped up with, “Of course it’s true! Vhy vould I lie to you?” Henrik had really thought nothing of it until he noticed the Iplier’s face begin to fall. He hadn’t meant to strike a nerve there..

    “I… because everyone does, everyone always has… No one has ever said this stuff to me and meant it.”

    Henrik felt his heart break for a moment. He felt physical pain at all the vunerability and pain he could hear in Wilford’s voice… and he couldn’t have that. Nope. Goddammit, he was a doctor and he was going to make this better.

    Henrik rolls over on top of Wilford to hold him down, tickling ruthlessly at his sides and stomach. “Dammit, Vil! Give me zhat smile back!”

     Wilford lets out a shaky sigh as he sits inside Henriks closet, eyes still glued on the pictures. It was okay, of course. Henrik would never notice him here—he never came into his room anymore. Most days Henrik slept in his office or on the couch with Marvin.

     The bubblegum man sniffles sadly as he shuffles some polaroids around the carpeted floor, looking around at all the old photos of him and Henrik together. Some outside, some at a nearby park, a few just on the couch because Henrik just loved to take pictures… but… it didn’t matter anymore. And, as he played a simple gold ring in his fingers, he knew that was his fault.

     It was tearing him apart. Wilford could see how the sickness was tearing his husband apart and god, he just wanted the pain to stop. He wanted Henrik to just be happy again but he didn’t know how to help. And now the man he’d loved… he was falling apart, always making himself sick, always so scared and paranoid and… He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

     He just wanted Henrik to be happy.

     And that was what drew him to the Author, the man anyone could go to for a favor. The only catch? They also owed him one. To be fair, Wil had asked Host several times to help and he always said no. That he couldn’t help him because the consequence would be too great. So Wilf waited. And waited. And tried to help as much as he could… and then it happened.

     “Hello Wilford. You needed me?”

     Wilford jumped as felt the Author’s presence in his room. He sits up sleepily, rubbing at his eyes as he looks toward the voice. The Author smirks in the dark, speaking a nearby lamp into coming on.

     Wilford looks toward the sleeping man beside him, smiling weakly at his husband. His face falls more serious, however, as he looks back to Author.

“I want a deal.”

     Author scoffs, already turning toward the door.

“I’m not making deals today, Wilford. Go back to sleep.”

“Author please! I’ll do whatever you want, but please just help me. I need your help, just please…. please… I’ll do anything.”

     Henrik stirs gently, rolling to face Wilford and curling up into him. It was obvious he was still out like a light, but… like this, it was easy to forget all the pain he’d been through. All the pain he’d brought on to everyone else… but this was for Henrik…

     “I’m listening.”

“I want Henrik to stop hurting. I need you to take his schizophrenia away from him. Please, Author..”

     Author smirks to himself, knowing fully that the only way to get rid of the doctor’s illness is to take away a large part of Henriks memories. He would have to take him back to before the pond. Before the day he snapped and walked straight in, even knowing he couldn’t swim. Of course, another traumatic experience would bring the darker part of him right back, but.. this would be far too… entertaining.

     “I’ll help you. But you need to know that the only way to get rid of that is… you won’t like it.”

“I don’t care! I just want him to be happy again… please, Author!”

The Author takes a hard look down at the two, but his smirk remains, if only halfway plastered onto his face. He extends his hand to Wilford, who takes it eagerly.

    “When the sun rises, Henrik will no longer be burdened with mental illness. The dark in Henrik will disappear, as well as every memory since the day he drowned. And Wilford now owes Author… nothing. This is entertainment enough.”

     Wilford chokes as he lets Authors hand slip out of his own. His… memories? Gone? Henrik wouldn’t remember him after morning… well, he would but… not their relationship. Their love, their fights, their marriage… all gone.. but.. it was for Henrik! And who said Henrik wouldn’t love him again? He could try again! He was sure it could happen. Henrik would love him again. He had promised he always would… right?

Right?

     Wilford wipes his eyes numbly as he remains in Henrik’s closet. It was all his fault. Henrik never came back to him… not the way he had.. he pulled the chain from around his neck, staring now at the two rings that hung loosely on it. And hey, even better, the joke of the fucking year: the voice was back… Henrik’s darkness was back and the doctor still didn’t remember him… He just had to come to terms—he’d done this to himself.

His Henrik was gone forever.

Henrik sat numbly at his desk. He knew what had to happen: he’d been fighting it all day because no matter what they may have said, they needed him. His sons needed him. But… he couldn’t fix himself. That damn flower had merely destroyed him, was still festering in his chest.

He was dying.

He finally managed to make himself send the text to both his remaining sons, now simply waiting. There was no backing out now.

Wilford was the first to arrive here, sliding onto the once clean desk.

“Hey, dad. What’s up?”

Henrik just smiled, waiting as he heard the static around Antis arrival. The demon glitches into the room, snacking on a bag of marshmallows. The doctor had to remind himself that Anti was grown and that he didn’t need to be scolded by his adopted father before…. before Henrik asked them what he needed to ask them.

Anti gave a usual, sarcastic greeting but seemed to notice that Henrik was looking more… well, dead to be honest.

Henrik smiles warmly between the two of them, offering that he needed to tell them both something. And while he wanted to badly to explain that he should have stayed dead the first time, he just… couldn’t. How could this man tell the two he was so desperately close to that they had fucked up by bringing him back to life? So, he forced himself into asking the two of them for a favor.

Both his sons at this point are starting to feel that something is off. Wilford, especially.

Wilford knew right away something was wrong. He knew Henrik didn’t feel well. He knew that his doctor’s body was tearing itself apart because someone hadn’t taken into account that a dead body would continue to decay. And now, he knew that Henrik was dying.

Of course he knew. And while he had platonically “adopted” Wilford, Wilf still knew who he really was. Wil knew that Henrik still loved him like before… but perhaps that he wasn’t sure where to place it. And god that broke Wils heart. He just wanted his husband back. It had been fucking years. Years.

But now… now he realized it would never happen. He knew it wouldn’t happen this time and that fucking… he just kept his mouth shut for the time being.

But when Henrik asked him and Anti to kill him… he lost it. All that composure, all that strength he’d had before Henrik had given him the lab coat he always wore. Literally always. And he’d given it to Wil, told him to keep it warm for him… and all the calm exterior he’d had crumbled.

Wilford jumped at Henrik, unable to contain himself as he wrapped his arms around the other man. God, even his heartbeat felt different now.

Of course Wil knew how bad he was. He already knew the Doctor was dying. Who do you think it was that checked up on him all the time? Who laid blankets over him when he fell asleep in his office, which, by the way, was every night. At least, when he slept at all. Some mornings, Henrik even woke up with breakfast already there.

Always Wilford. Because he knew he would never have his husband back the way he used to, but still felt that need to take care of him. Those vows weighed heavy on him, to the point where Wilford was sure that his promise was making his and Henrik’s wedding bands lay heavier against his skin. For better or for worse, right?

Henrik hissed in response. Wild knew he had to be in excruciating pain, but he needed to hug him if this was… if this was the end. Thankfully, Henrik wrapped his arms tightly around him, too. Even if they both knew it was hurting him like a bitch.

“Please…” Wil begged as Henrik pulled back from him. He felt the tears hot in his eyes as they ran down his cheeks, too. “Please, you can’t do this. Please…”

Henrik cupped his cheek and smiled bittersweetly. “Just… make it qvick, yeah?”

“Henrik… I’m..”

Anti hesitates for a moment before glitching begins the doctor. He’d asked, right? He asked them to kill him. Some shit, a father asking his sons to murder him, he supposed… but… there was something else here. Something else between Henrik and Wilford. And…

Oh god.

He remembered them.

He remembered everything. Anti remembered the old house. He remembered the two of them through fucking everything. Always being gay as fuck together.

…

Anti remembered being Henriks fucking best man at their wedding.

Anti choked on the memories flooding back into him as he glitched his knife against Henriks throat, pausing just another moment before digging it into the skin and slashing his throat.

All those memories. All the good times, every breathing moment of those two incredibly gay assnuggets’ marriage. He remembered it all, right then.

What had happened?

“I’m sorry.”

Henrik smiled again as he felt the blade against his skin, offering an apologetic look to Wilford as he spoke again.

“No, no.. it’s.. it’s better zhis vay. Zhank you, Anti.”

This was it. This was the end; he would die soon. But not soon enough. Fuck, he couldn’t even feel the knife at his neck around the searing pain covering his entire chest.

He looks again to the pink haired man, not noticing how the candyman reached for the chain under his button up. “Wil.. Wilford, please kill me.”

He knew what would happen. It was Wils one weakness. He literally couldn’t say no if he was asked to kill. There was something there, some part of his brain that just wouldn’t let him refuse that specific request. And Henrik watched as the barrel of Wilfs favorite gun was now pointed to his head.

Tears slipped from both of their eyes as they stared at each other, blood still pouring from the Doctors neck.

“I’m sorry..” Wilford muttered quietly, looking into his once-husbands eyes for the last time before squeezing his eyes shut and pulling the trigger.

Henrik didn’t even register the shot. But as Wilford grew more distant, though still the last thing in his sight before his eyes slipped shut, he could feel his head getting warmer. And he.. oh.

Memories spilled back into Henriks head uncontrollably. Wilford.

All of Wilford.

The first time they met, their old house, their first kiss, how Wilford always stole his shirts, and how a few times he stole Wilfords.

Wil would always tell him he looked good in pink, so he wore it for their day. Their wedding day. He remembered the small gold ring he’d proposed with. The one he now knew Wilford was wearing under his shirt because he could remember seeing the outline of it underneath.

But it was over too soon.

Henrik hit the floor with a quiet thud and Wilford abandoned the room as quickly as he could, one hand curling Henriks lab coat around him, the smoking pistol still firm in his other hand.

Wilford had murdered his own husband.

Wilford couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as he sat in Henriks closet, still clutching the lab coat tightly against his chest. Always clutching the lab coat.

Wil just wanted to see him again. Kept calling his phone just to hear him fumbling over the voicemail box. ‘You ah… I.. zhis is Henrik von Schneeplestein. Leave a message. Or don’t. Vhatever.’ And then Wils voice behind him, and a few rushing cars. ‘There, that’s good, gumd—.’ It cut off, as time was too short.

Henrik had never changed it… they’d made that together just after their wedding, on their way to the airport. Henrik was never much good with the everyday technology. Amazing with robotics, but could never deal with a phone or a normal desktop computer.

||TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE||

He couldn’t do this anymore, he thought. He looked up toward the rafter in the top of this closet, the same noose as always hanging there. He was happy that Henrik had never used it, though he knew the doctor had thought about it several times.

And as Wilford continued to stare at the noose, he found it all the more.. inviting. Maybe he’d end up wherever Henrik was.

He… the realization reached him. And he knew it was a bad idea, because Henrik wouldn’t have wanted this… Host would be upset and he knew that well, but… Well, if Host really wanted to, he could stop this.

Wilford stood gently, hand gripping the loop of rope before his eyes. Henrik had kept it here around the end… just for bad days, really.

He could be with Henrik.

All reason left him now. Because he could be with Henrik again. He needed to be with Henrik again.

He needed Henrik.

He could do this when he knew Henrik was there. Even if the doctor was never quite the same, he was still there. It was still Henrik.

Wilford pulled the necklace out of his shirt and off his neck, staring at the chain pooled in his palm. He shifted his hand, and there they were. Both their wedding bands laid against each other in his hand, and Wilford only now felt the tears returning against his cheeks. His chest hurt from crying so much.

Everything hurt from crying so much.

And that’s how it would end.

Here.

In Henriks closet.

With nothing left to lose.

I know this is a weird ship--trust me I know. But I love them and if ya’ll want there may be a part two? Let me know what you think, though!

#schneeplestache #schneepford #henrik von schneeplestein #dr schneeplestein #wilford #wilford warfstache #candyman #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #trigger warning #//suicide #//hanging #//major death #//gun #//knife #fanfiction #fanfic #egos #angst #sad #otp to be honest #henrik #you will not be disappointed #my children #gay #married

[jess-irenes-fics]

Cherish This Birthday

A/N: This is my entry for my big sis’ bday challenge. @oneshoeshort

Words: 2,291 (with lyrics) 1,825 (without lyrics) 

Warnings: None, I used ass once 

Links to songs: Easy Like Sunday Morning, Lionel Richie  Galway Girl, Ed Sheeran (I copy-pasted lyrics from Google)

"Happy Birthday Y/N" Dean says as he steps downstairs. You were enjoying a mug of hot coffee, just the way you liked it and you hadn't even dressed as you were still in a robe and your underwear with a t-shirt underneath, and a pair of socks. You loved when you were lucky enough to spend time like this, just quiet and relaxed, not out hunting some monster or demon or angel gone rogue. You had woken up early today to snatch this chance up, today was a special day. It was your birthday, you didn't tend to make a big fuss over it, and since you were a hunter with the Winchester's now and almost Mrs. Samuel Winchester you didn't know what today, or any other would bring. You smile at the ring on your finger, the ring that was there and the sparkle of the rock reflecting like rainbows as the light in the kitchen hit it. You smiled and leaned back taking a sip and letting your eyes close. "Hi Dean, good morning...and thank-you". "So, I thought you would love a day off today, to just relax...." he says sitting with a mug across from you, looking down at his hands and taking a sip. "But...." you sighed, just having a feeling. "But what?" he looks up, his brows coming together, before his lip begins curling into a smile. "Really? Nothing today?...like at all?" You lean forward, he does as well. You were now nose to nose with Dean,locking eyes. "Nothing." he smiles. Your eyes sparkle as your eye's light up and you reach over hugging him tightly. "What's going on?" Sam asks, smiling as he walks in. You walk over and reaching up to hug him, on your tip-toes. You give him a quick peck on the lips. "Dean told me we're taking today off" you bite your lip as he leans down kissing you. "I know~ That is why we stayed up all night" Sam chuckles, rubbing his eyes. "Seriously, neither of you slept....just for me? So we could take today easy?" You asked, looking between them. They answer by sharing a smile and Dean winks, he gets up and walks over to turn a radio in the corner on.

Oh that's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning yeah

He looks back smiling at you as Lionel Richie's voice fills the room and you begin to sway. Your hips swing slowly side to side with the music. Your eyes close and your hand makes it's way to the air beginning to wave. You were feeling the music deep in your soul, the sound of slow, relaxing, smooth, you felt it from your heart to your toes. Sam smiled at you as he watched, making himself some coffee. As he waited for it to be done he grabbed your hips and held you close, swaying with you. Dean smiled at you both as he sat drinking his coffee, with his feet on the table. A few minutes later Sam's coffee was done and he let's you go so he can turn and pour it. He leans against the counter as he drinks it and watches you. You had began to hum so Dean stands up, he holds his hand out and gestures you over with his head. "Com'er" he smiles. You smile and slide over to him.

Know it sounds funny but, I just can't stand the pain Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow Seems to me girl you know I've done all I can You see I begged, stole, and I borrowed (yeah)

Dean begins singing along as he takes you and spins you around before wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close from behind. You giggle ans Sam shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "You do know she is marrying me, right?" he asks teasingly and Dean shrugs. "Yeah Sam, things could change." You smirk at him and kiss Dean's cheek. Dean smiles as he raises his eyebrows, making them jump. "Come on, I know you wanna sing Y/N, go ahead. It is just us" "Dean, I don't know-..." you say nervously. "Promise, there is no one is here but us, I'll just be listening to your pretty voice and Sammy I'm pretty positive is watching your ass away back and forth." he pleads. You blush and look down, then to Sam. "Really?" Sam smirks and shrugs. "Maybe~" You chuckle, slipping your hair behind your ear. "Alright" you say before you begin to sing. You're still dancing and using your socks to slide around the room as they sit watching.

Oh that's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning yeah That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning

Dean does close his eyes and enjoy it. His eyes close. "Yes, birthday girl woo~!" his hand had found it's way to waving in the air. You chuckle seeing that and continued dancing and dancing. Your back was turned as Dean high fived Sam.  A few minutes later the song ended. "Poo" you say slumping against the table. Dean only chuckles. "Don't worry it's a mix tape I made you, well a mix CD...Sam she is going to want help on the next one, hold my coffee" he shoves his mug to Sam. Sam, who was leaning on the counter and watching still and now had a brow raised in confusion. Dean walks over next to you. "I practiced for the next one" he says smiling proudly as the Cd goes to the next song. Then Ed Sheeran's voice filled the room.

She played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand Said, "baby, I just want to dance"

"You...praticed?" you ask Dean confused, your brow raised now. "Uh-huh, just wait and start dancing when you always do" "Alright." you shrug in agreement as you wait for the line of the song you always begin Irish River dancing at. You and SAm share a look and shrug but you could both tell that his brother and your soon to be brother in law was indeed very proud of himself. It had to mean he spent a lot of time perfecting something, you wanted to know what, and you and Sam loved and cherished seeing him this way. It was are to see him that happy, carefree and excited. Finally after a few seconds which felt like forever, the line finally came and you began to dance. One leg kicking over across the other, Sam points, making you look over bringing your attention to Dean who was doing the same. You began to sing along to this song as well as Sam shook his head at the both of you. "You guys are dorks~" "Shutup Bitch~" you and Dean say together.

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand Said, "baby, I just want to dance" With my pretty little Galway girl You're my pretty little Galway girl

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool After dancing to Kaleigh, singing to trad tunes I never heard Carrickfergus ever sang so sweet A capella in the bar using her feet for a beat Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week And in this packed out room swear she was singing to me You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand Said, "baby, I just want to dance" My pretty little Galway girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl And now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night I walked her home then she took me inside To finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write About a Galway girl and a perfect night She played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand Said, "baby, I just want to dance" My pretty little Galway girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl, hey

You were thrilled that Sam and Dean did this for you, that they were up all night so you could take your birthday easy, that Dean made you a mix CD, that he was dancing and singing along with you, most of all you loved and cherished the time like this with the brothers. The man of your dreams, and the brother you never asked for but couldn't be more glad you had found, they were your world. There is no that way that  you would rather be spending the morning, or your birthday, or any day. You almost wished everyday could be like this, but, you knew better and were always one to be careful what you wished for. If days like this and moments like these weren't as rare as they were to the three of you, you knew they wouldn't mean as much. You knew none of you would care or enjoy it as much. They were rare though, you all did lead a hard life, there was lots of heartache. You were all traumatized, you had loved and lost everyone and everything you had ever come to know and grow close to, if you were blessed enough to even be so lucky to have the chance to grow close to it to begin with. It was busy, and it was dirty, and it was tiring, but it was also what you did. Saving people, hunting things, the family business, but you three had to do it, sure there was sometimes more than the three of you, so yes, you had to call in help. However, when all was said and done, it always came back to you three, it all ended up being you, there was no one like you. No one with as much experience with all the the creepy crawlies, the boogy mans. or the things that went bump in the night. You three had done so much, from saving the world, to saving people. It was always something different. Your lives were always in danger and you had all lost your lives at some point. As a unit you have been to heaven, hell, purgatory, the cage and back. All three of you have had to make deals and work with the enemies, you haven't always agreed on everything either. There were times where the life, the job, this business, would take all of everything all three of you had, and then some, plus interest with that. There had been countless times you have all came back filthy, covered in blood and ghoul. There were the crappy motel rooms with the disgusting continental breakfasts you had to deal with, the long rides where you grew stiff. You had all been beaten, bruised, broken, ripped, shredded, dragged, punched,cut, stabbed, kicked, tortured, tied up, chained, shot. All three of you had been used and abused. Anything that could ever go wrong had and it never seemed to end, there was always more right around the corner. Constantly watching your back behind you, not trusting the job, sleeping with a gun or a knife or something under your pillows, having to keep it at arms reach and be at full alert no matter what, taking shifts on sleeping, that was all part part of it. Yet you did it, most of the time, getting little to noting out of it, but, you had saved people though you hurt some, there were people sleeping safely at night now, and that was one thing that kept you going. Honestly, you wouldn't change anything about your life since you had met them but you really did cherish every second,minute,hour and day you had with them. You would also cherish this birthday, your first with them, as long as you lived. You didn't expect what was about to happen though.

"Yoohoo~" Dean was waving a hand in front of your face. "Oh! Hmm? I was thinking...what?" "Sam...you wanna tell her or should I?" "Tell me what?" you look up to them. The music had now stopped as you had stopped singing and dancing and zoned out. They were sharing a evil glare.

"Honey, you haven't gotten your real gift yet" Sam says. "This wasn't my gift?" "No, she is" Sam turns you around, there stood your younger sister. The one you had lost, about four years ago. Your eyes filled to the brim. "S-She-"

"Happy Birthday" they say at once, arms crossed over their chests as they smile to each other, watching you run to her and hug her as tight as you could. You turn. "Wait...how?" "I found a spell....." Sam reassures you.  

#OSS Feeling 30 Challenge #supernatural #liz's birthday #sam x reader #reader insert

[cocoarosalia]

Rocking The Cradle Chapter 15: Truce

She was so pretty dressed up like that. Big, fluffy dress. Shoes glittering with rhinestones. A crown that hung on her head crookedly from being one size too big…

She looked as she always did

Like mama’s precious little princess

But...why couldn’t she reached her?

Everytime she got close her hand would start to burn

“Mama…” she called out

She tried again and again but it was like touching iron fresh out of the flame

The realization made her stomach twist

Her princess was locked up in some golden cage like a pet canary

Her voice rang out frantically this time “Mama, I need you! Please, I don’t want to be with her!”

She gripped the bars with all her might but the heat was too much. Her hands were covered in burns and scars.

Not even her own tears could quench the pain.

“Mama, why won’t you save me!”

“I-i’m trying! The bars are too hot!”

“I don’t care! I don’t want to go back with her! She’ll kill me!”

“I know baby. Please, don’t cry-”

“WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME MAMA!?”

Marinette shot up screaming in guilt

But the aching in her body forced her down, yelping in pain

“JESUS FUCK” Alya exclaimed, nearly dropping a bucket of water on the floor “If you’re gonna get up from a coma, you could at least do it without scaring the piss outta me.”

Marinette looked down at her arms. They were bandaged all over with cuts and bruises. Looking over at the mirror hanging on her wall, she saw a hello kitty band-aid on right cheek and a fantastic four one on her left.

“Courtesy of the twins” Alya joked “They were so determined to help they just stuck them on when I wasn’t looking”

She stared up at the ceiling, pictures of Elly’s crying face flashing across her mind. “How did I get here? The last thing I remember is looking for Elly”

Alya nodded knowingly, wringing out a cool cloth and patting it all over Marinette’s forehead “Yea, you also remember the fight with Mère de la mort, don’t you?”

Marinette’s voice got caught in her throat as her eyes looked everywhere except into her best friend’s Hazel ones

“Whaaat I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She doged “I don’t know how I got these. Must’ve been from a pretty nasty fall hahaha” She laughed nervously

She could feel the unimpressed look she was getting seep into the back of her skull

She squeaked in pain as Alya pinched at some bandages wrapped snugly around her chest “If you’re gonna attempt to lie to me, please get a little better at it. For your own safety”

Marinette relaxed once the sharp pain in her side relaxed

“I ran out looking for Eloise shortly after you left, ended up stumbling across your fight with her ‘mother’ and helped Adrien take you home to get you patched up”

Her eyes softened, if she had known that Alya would be so accepting of her being Ladybug she would’ve told her long ago. Oh, who was she kidding? This was the girl that ran into potential danger just to help her. She should’ve told her forever ago.

...hold on

“You left the kids just to save me? Why the hell would you do that!?”

Alya’s eyes narrowed in annoyance “The fact that you think I left my kids alone, without their father watching them, makes me wanna pinch you again...please don’t make me do that”

She dropped that subject like a bag of hot rocks

Her mind started to wander though. ‘The fight was going so well’ she thought. She had La Mère on the ropes, Chat was handling her cronies…

Oh no! Chat!

“Hey Alya” She hummed in acknowledgement “When you took me home...was Chat Noir with me? I know he risked himself to save me...I just wanna make sure he’s ok”

She helped Mari sit upright and nodded over to the end of the bed “Why not ask him yourself”

Mari was thoroughly confused. All she saw was adrien, propped up against her wall, dead asleep and deeply scarred all over his bared chest

“Even injured he’s hot as fuck” she muttered to herself. She slapped her hands over her mouth “oh i’m sorry are the twins here”

Alya scoffed “If you think they’d be traumatized by that, you might wanna stop leaving Elly at our house”

“Wait,” Marinette stopped and thought for a moment “You said ask Chat Noir, but it’s only Adrien here”

Alya sucked in a breath “oooo my sweet, summer child.” She patted her cheek patronizingly “I’m gonna need you to think this one out”

But what was there to think out? Chat Noir saved her from the blast, Adrien brought her home. It was simple. No thought needed

Marinette scooted in a little closer for a better look. Hmmm. Blonde fluffy hair, golden tanned skin, fit but not beefy.

She got in even closer. They had the same strong but gentle hands, and even the same pouty lips

Their noses were basically touching now

“May I assist you with something my lady?”

‘Damn even the same green eyes’

“Not now kitty I’m trying to figure out why you and Adrien are so similar”

“Perhaps because we’re the same person”

“Hmmm maybe. But I’m not convinced”

“Well, while normally I’d swoon over this kind of intimacy, there one too many people here for anything interesting to happen”

“Oh please, don’t mind me in the least” Alya chimed in, the sound of a flashing camera ricocheting around the room

…….

Marinette suddenly became alarmingly aware of her position.

Making the cutest “Eep” sound he’s ever heard in his entire existence, she rushed quickly to the other side of the bed, shooting a sharp pain down her back.

She collapsed back onto her pillow, but not because of the back pain

But because the truth was becoming far worse than fiction

She hoisted herself up again, slowly this time, and faced facts

“You’re Chat Noir aren’t you”

“Yes ma’am”

“And you are fully aware that I’m Ladybug”

“Correct”

“And now the whole world knows who we are”

“Not true” Alya corrected

The heroine turned to her best friend with an upturned brow

“Currently only we, Nino, your parents, and the twins know”

She breathed a sigh of relief….

And then immediately buried her face in her hands, letting out a groan of disbelief

“So this means that all those nights I spent with you in my room, rattling off at the mouth about how much I liked this ‘big name model’ and how ‘oh he’ll never be into a girl as frumpy as me’ I was actually telling it all to…”

“Me, the big name model, yes”

The groan grew way louder

“If it’s any consolation I am still in love with ladybug, who just so happens to be another ‘frumpy girl’ that has a pretty comfy seat in my heart”

He was suddenly, once again, getting a very in depth look into her eyes

She couldn’t even feel the pain that time since the shock of potential returned feelings was enough for her

“Do you actually mean that!?”

He face flushed pink as he wasn’t quite ready to face this part yet. His eyes faced everywhere but her own to try and find an excuse out of this

Unfortunately he looked down though

He really shouldn’t have done that

Not even 8 inches away from his face was the skin of Marinette’s very creamy cleavage. He knows the bandages were there to help her heal. He KNEW that, that’s why HE had them! But they left just enough to the imagination to leave him wondering.

His mind was trailing off ‘Just one minor slip and they’d just fall away...’

The click of a camera brought him back to reality. He snatched up his white button up and shoved into her hands

She caught on a little too quickly for his tastes, scooted her way onto the far side of the bed and covered herself up with his shirt.

He scratched the hairs on the back of his neck and tried to lighten the mood “Well thank god Elly wasn’t here to see that. Don’t need her learning anything odd, ha ha ha”

Marinette whipped her head toward him, panicked

‘Did not lighten, I repeat, DID NOT LIGHTEN’

“Adrien...Where’s Eloise”

He bit his bottom lip and played with loose thread on the comforter

She fell back against the wall and fiddled with her ear to destress

“Where are my earrings!”

You could practically see Adrien shrink as transferred to twisting a ring that also wasn’t there

The tension was ungodly thick and the silence was putting both heros extremely on edge

They nearly jumped a foot in the air at alya giving a solid clap

“Well since you’re now both awake I’m gonna go check on the kids and bring back something for you two to eat”

She made it a point to look both of them in the eye

“It should only take ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF. I WILL BE BACK BY THEN”

“Thank you Alya. Could you bring the twins when you get back? I want to thank them for their help.”

Alya cut her eyes at her bestie. She knew it takes her at least 30 minutes to get those two anywhere.

She was buying time...a lot of it

“Mmmm, If they’re up at this time I’ll think about it” She left the room with her Hazel colored eyes being the last thing she made sure they saw.

Adrien flopped over on the bed, thinking he might’ve been safe from harm.

Who knows why he would ever think that

“You are not off the hook Adrien” He visibly flinched at the looseness in which she used his real name “Start talking. Fast.”

He rubbed his face vigorously to psych himself out. He sucked in a deep breath and prepared himself for whatever came next.

“We lost. Mère de la mort has Eloise and the Miraculous”

She felt like a knife was being dragged into her

“How?”

He pretended like he didn’t hear the question

She slammed her fist onto the nightstand and commanded his attention

“HOW DID SHE GET THEM?”

“BECAUSE I GAVE THEM TO HER OK!?” He blurted

He clammed up quick and got off the bed to go to the other side of the room

She couldn’t understand what he was telling her “Y-you did what?”

Adrien ran his fingers through his hair in frustration “I handed her the miraculous and she ran off with Eloise in tow”

Her voice was so small it was barely over a whisper “why would you ever hand over the only thing we had to protect our daughter”

He crossed his arms over his chest “Because the same things that protected her were the same things that were gonna get all of us killed, her included. I had to make a choice.”

“AND SO YOU MADE THAT CHOICE WITHOUT ME!?” She was so unbelievably pissed that if it weren’t for the tears running down her cheeks she was pretty sure she’d kill something, most likely him.

“What option did I have Marinette?!” He snapped back “You were fucking unconcious. I thought you were dead! We. Were. Beat. The only I could think to do that might’ve saved everyone was to just give her what she wanted”

The sound of thunder crashed outside

“And look where we are now huh?” she challenged “Left with no powers, no clue as to where they are, and so damn broken that these scars will probably last forever!”

They were in each others face now. Screaming and hollering about what would’ve been the right choice.

Marinette surprisingly broke first “Look i’m sorry ok!?”

Her heart wretched in every way as she had to face the horrid reality “I know you wanted to save her. Obviously, you’re her dad. But without ladybug, without those powers I. am. Nothing. I can’t save her. Shit, I can’t even save myself”

The sound of her sobbing was too much for him to bear. His heart just broke. He fell onto his knees before her and begged for forgiveness

“I am so sorry Mari. You were just right there. In my arms, silent, barely breathing. I couldn’t even think straight. And when I had to see Elly’s face just standing there, begging for me to make it all better. I broke. And I broke because I’m weak and now she’s gone-”

Marinette flew right into his arms. The force was so strong it toppled them right over onto the floor

“Don’t you ever say that” She sobbed “You have never been weak since the day I met you. Both sides of you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there I’m so so sorry for leaving you alone to make that decision”

Outside the rain was pouring down harder and harder. People were receding into their homes one by one with their loved ones happily in tow. But there were Marinette and Adrien, lying on her plush pink rug and crying their eyes out over the one they miss most.

“We suck as parents” Marinette hiccuped into Adrien’s chest

He rubbed her back soothingly and stared up at the ceiling “I know”

“Perhaps I can assist you in atoning for your ineptness”

There he stood. Hawkmoth, their most hated enemy, stood in her room with an umbrella in hand as if he just walked in from the rain on her balcony.

He smirked smugly as he thought he had caught them speechless

That smile was almost instantly pelted off his face from a stuffed Ladybug plushie (the bug not her)

“How did you find us!” She snarled

“Well if you mu-”

This time baby blue seal plush

“How do you know who we are!” Adrien growled

“I don’t think doing this wi-”

Now a strawberry cream puff toy

“I swear to god, you say anything stupid and I will start throwing sharper objects”

“I’ve seen her desk, she’s not kidding”

“I’d be happy to tell you if you’d just sto-”

They didn’t even bother letting him finish as they threw plushie after plushie and pillow after pillow at him.

He quickly got tired of that shtick and batting them away with the umbrella

“ALRIGHT NOW GOD DAMMIT, ENOUGH OF THIS!”

Marinette refused to face him “hah, you’re just lucky we ran out of things to throw”

“Yes, I am fortunate and you might be too if you just shut up and listen for a moment”

She had no interest in hearing what he had to say but then again Adrien was usually the more forgiving one out of the pair. He lifted himself off the floor and sat them both on her mattress, Marinette pressed flush against his chest and pouting.

“You have about an hour and a half to make your case. Her best friend is coming back and I can assure you, she’s not as nice as we are”

“Duly noted” he replied “Firstly, how I found you was simple. I was there at the fight”

Marinette clicked her tongue “Figures, you would be”

He suppressed a snarky comment coming forth as he continued “I saw your friend help you here and I followed you. Not the most elegant way to find out your arch enemies secret identity but there you go.”

He took a seat on Marinette’s swivel chair “As for why I am here…”

Hawkmoth, again, the same man that was at the second place of their shit list right now, then did something that made their heads spin

“I’m sorry” he said, eyes and head lowered “I did not intend for any of this to happen”

“Bullshit” Adrien harshly stated “She gave you what you wanted. What do you have to be remorseful about?”

“Yes, I did want your miraculous. I will not sit here and lie about that. However, I in no way expected her to use children as leverage. Besides, I still don’t even have your miraculous.”

Marinette watched his expressions closely “What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she just hand them over? Don’t you, like, have control of her mind or something?”

Hawkmoth sighed resentfully “Typically, yes, I do. But, since she willingly offered herself to be akumatized, there was no mind control present. We only worked together over a deal.”

“Which would be?”

“That as long as I get the miraculous she could obtain them however she saw fit. Had I known that she would resort to child kidnapping I would not have, under any circumstances, used her as an akuma”

“Oh yea because akumatizing children yourself is so much cleaner”

He had no answer for that so he held his tongue

“Just answer this.” She said “You said earlier that you would help us. What’s in it for you and how?”

He cleared his throat “What’s in it for me is simple, revenge. As I stated prior, she is holding the miraculous hostage from me so that she can reassure her comfy space in my lair. On top of that she is deliberately withholding her end of the bargain so at this point I’d rather get back at her than have the miraculous.”

“And as for the how” Adrien questioned

Hawkmoth chuckled smugly “If you can lure her out of hiding, I’ll give you your miraculous back. On top of that, I will personally hand deliver them and your daughter”

He just barely ducked a book aimed at his head

‘Tweety you so better be worth all this’ he fumed in his head

“La Mère told me that she was just gonna off Elly as soon as they got home. Why would she change her mind now?”

“Hell if I know! Probably to drag out the fun in terrorizing her. She twisted in the head in case you haven’t caught on”

Adrien, who had been fairly quiet during their back and forth, finally spoke up

“Fine, let’s say she changed her mind. Let’s say you can’t control her. And hell, let’s say you are sorry. What proof do you have that our daughter is alive?”

Hawkmoth straightened his posture and held a stoic expression. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a smartphone. Turning it on and entering a code, he handed it over.

The footage gave them hope, but not without its dread

It was live surveillance feed of his hideout. Noémie was, of course, drunk off her ass and smoking like a chimney.

But she wasn’t alone

Eloise was trapped high up in a golden like cage

‘like a pet canary’ Marinette mournfully reminded herself

Noémie looked positively sickening. She could barely keep herself upright as she downed another swig of vodka with no chaser. She lumbered up to the cage and banged the bottle against the bars.

“Why don’t you sing for mommy, El? Since you’re in that pretty little cage I made for you and everything”

Eloise didn’t say a word, she simply sat on the furthest corner of her prison.

Noémie banged louder, almost breaking the bottle into a million pieces

“Don’t fucking ignore me! I am your mother! You’re supposed to follow my every fucking word!”

Eloise tucked her head between her knees. She blocked out her mother’s hateful words by reminiscing about how much fun she’d had with her mama and papa, the real people who loved her.

“Why isn’t this working?” Noémie slurred, violently waving the clear bottle around and splashing Elly with the foul smelling liquid “You’re supposed to be on your knees, crying, and begging for me to let you go! So go ahead! Beg for your life so I can just burn it all down in front of you”

It was quiet for moment. It was the type of silence that Noémie had grown terribly accustomed to; the kind that felt like no one but her was in the room.

Eloise lifted her head. There were no puffy red eyes, no snotty nose, nothing.

All she did was smile

“I can’t cry yet, mommy.” She beamed “My papa said that I had to wait till he came for me. So until then I won’t cry a single tear!”

She was dumbstruck. What could she even say to that? She was too drunk to come up with any real threats so she settled with kicking the cage a few more times, staggering off to a closeby bed and passing out cold.

Eloise breathed a sigh of relief and let out a real smile. She picked up a piece of bar that had broken off and busied herself, drawing pictures on the floor and humming a silly tune

Marinette could hardly see past her teary eyes but she could feel Adrien’s smile against her back.

“That’s our girl” he hummed “Sunny since the day we brought her home”

He handed the phone back and faced hawkmoth with a very stern expression

“So you’re telling the truth. Congratulations.”

“Christ, it takes a lot to impress you teen parents”

“BUT, despite you even helping us we still have no powers. Even if we wanted to face her again, we’d have nothing to face her with”

He snorted rather mockingly “Paris’s finest heroes and you can’t even survive without your little spandex”

“Says the man in a purple butterfly suit” Marinette retorted

He turned away as adrien snickered at him

“Also, on the off chance that your monitoring skills are as weak as your fashion sense,-”

‘I am the forerunner of parisian fashion!’

“Every time I use my ace in the hole ‘Lucky Charm’ I get dumb stuff like this…”

She tossed the almost narrowly burned map from their fight onto her desk. He picked it up and looked it over.

“...a treasure map?”

“Yes a treasure…”

She snatched it out of his hand and opened it up big for a closer look

Red X marks were littered all over the map, 8 in total, all seeming to lead to some building circled all in red with dramatic arrows surrounding it.

Her eyes looked liked they were trying to burn a hole through the paper “I...I have no idea what this could possibly mean”

“They’re alleyways and hide-away hang out spots” Adrien casually noted, chewing on a twizzler “And that big red circle is where their building a new hotel”

“D-did you find my candy stash?”

“Yea, why?”

“Dammit Adrien, Alya’s bringing us food you’ll spoil your dinner”

“You say spoil, I say prepare”

Hawkmoth cleared his throat, calling back their attention

“And how do you know this, but she doesn’t”

Adrien bit off another piece of the red rope “Ever since Mari started missing patrol to take care of Elly, I’ve been using the alone time to hang out with the late night locals. They’re actually pretty fun”

‘So that’s why you’ve been exhausted during all your shoots’ hawkmoth grumbled to himself

“And the construction site?” Marinette inquired

“Oh I’ve just been using that place to ‘Hang around’.”

*Poof* black pawprint plush to the face, courtesy of hawkmoth

Marinette returned to the map to think

‘Even if I know all this, I still don’t know what to do with it! Ugh, this whole thing is insane! And on top of that, her mother is just treating it all like some sick game!”

…….

“A GAME!”

She jolted out of bed, accidentally knocking Adrien’s head back into the wall

She apologized and soothed his aching skull “Adrien you said all these little spots were in alleyways and hide-out bars right?”

“Yea?”

“What is now Elly’s favorite game?”

“Uuuuh hide and go seek?”

“Yes! And since this whole stupid endeavor is just one big game to her bitch of a mother, why not play for some real stakes”

Marinette cut her eyes at Hawkmoth and gave a look that translated to ‘You better not say one wrong thing out of your face’

“If we can get Mort de la Mère out of your hideout can you swear to uphold your end of the deal?”

“I am many terrible things ladybug. But I am nothing if not a man of my word”

“Um Mari” Adrien interjected “I’m all for...whatever this plan might be. But there’s a slight problem. We don’t have anything she wants. No booze, no high end cigarettes, nothing”

Marinette furrowed her brow. He had a point, she had her ultimate prize. So what would draw her out long enough to go along with the plan?

She got so lost in her thought that she hadn’t even noticed herself absentmindedly scratching along adrien’s scalp where his cat ears would be. She did it so often during their late night patrols that it became second nature to her.

He most definitely didn’t mind though as he took to his own habit. He laid himself out onto her lap and reveled in the satisfying sensation. He was, of course, her self proclaimed ‘pet’.

Now that they were finally at a moment of peace, Marinette took the time to give her partner a decent once over.

‘He really is quite the attractive kitty’ She thought, moving her hand to cover the back of his neck ‘Perfect skin, broad shoulders, and muscles in just the right places to make any female’s heart swoon’

She chuckled to herself ‘Any woman would kill to take him home with them’

He poked at her cheek “Uh princess? You’re most definitely staring again”

She blinked herself to reality and took instant notice to the flushed red tint that spread down to his aforementioned ‘broad shoulders’

She snatched her hands away as if he were made of fire

“IIIIIII am so sorry” she babbled out

“No no! It’s fine! it’s just-” he leaned in close to her ear “There’s still one too many people here for anything interesting to happen”

“I can hear you!”

He made a shooing motion with his hand “And that’s a problem right now.”

Marinette was utterly horrified. She must look like a complete creep!

She cracked open her fingers to sneak a peek at him. She breathed a sigh of relief. He was just sitting there crossed leg atop her comforter, a stupid grin plastered across his handsome face (you could practically see his tail happily swaying behind him)

She was gonna have to get used to the fact that her well mannered dreamboy was also her pun addicted partner

She felt a warm smile creeping onto her lips ‘Yea...anyone would want a cutie like him’

“Sooo any ideas what we could lure her out with?”

Marinette looked him up and down

And it came to her

She didn’t want it to, but it came to her

“Yea, I have an idea or two...you might not like it though”

Ok so this is basically my only shot of asking this since I missed the chance over on Ao3 BUT...WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE ARGUMENT THEY HAD. Did you side more with Adrien in that he had no choice and had to make a decision or more with Marinette in that the miraculous was their only weapon against her. I so so SO would appreciate some feed back and THANKS AGAIN FOR READING!

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Part 7 - About Last Night

Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole is an ongoing story about our MC, who could easily be anyone in voltage fandom. She woke up in hospital bed only to discover that she’d somehow been transported Voltage universe:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Part 7 - About Last Night

For the third time in four days, my head pounded, except this time I only had myself to blame.

I should have ensured that the meal ended before the cake, before the wine, and before my resolve had been shaken. If I’d been strong enough to end it when I should have, I would have been waking up in my own bed right about now, instead of the bed in Soryu’s penthouse. 

Reflecting back on it now, the entire night had been designed to seduce me. Similar to the MCs of this world, I too was unable to turn my nose up a delicious meal - especially one that was free. 

Back home, my friends and I had what I fondly referred to as “our restaurant club”, which consisted of a monthly get together at the latest up and coming (or high end) New York City restaurant. We’d splurge far beyond our means in the shared interest of tasting the best NYC had to offer. I had dined on everything from the nine-course chef’s tasting menu at per se, to Mario Batali’s down-to-earth pastas and pizzas at Otto, and as a result, the opulence of the spread Soryu had prepared for us was not lost on me.

The entrees ranged from familiar Western comfort food that he had no doubt ordered to put me at ease (such as hamburgers, french fries, and pizza), to Japanese delicacies (in case I was feeling adventurous) which he walked me through, such as namako (sea cucumber) and fugu (blowfish sushi). It was fairly miraculous that I had been able to resist at all, considering the fact that while I had been working hard to convince myself that Soryu as a man was not “real” in the sense I required, the food very much was. 

The one silver lining of last night had been that I’d at least had the good sense to keep things platonic...other than the part where he held my hand and we gazed into each other’s eyes...

...Barf. 

How had I allowed myself to get so swept up in the moment? It wasn’t like me...although, when I began to think about it, kind of was. I chalked my inconsistent behavior up to my inner Gemini, who caused me on occasion to transition from calculating and deliberate to whimsical and careless.

I lay in bed, eyes not quite ready to be opened, as I oscillated between scolding myself and attempting to justify my actions. I told myself that in the grand scheme of things, hand holding was fairly inconsequential considering it was something grade school children did without second thought. The more I thought about it, I began to feel pretty confident that I could play the entire night off without any hurt feelings. 

After all...he’d asked me to have dinner with him and then decide. Just because I’d decided to sleep on his offer, didn’t mean I wasn’t ultimately going to take him up on it.

Once I’d worked this all out in my head, I rolled over, opened my eyes, and almost screamed bloody murder.

Soryu was curled up next to me, sleeping soundly, which was odd because I knew for a fact that he had not been there when I went to bed the night before. Sure I had been drunk, but I hadn’t been the kind of drunk that I’d been with Hiroshi.

I reached my hand out and gingerly poked his cheek as I sat up, creating some space between us.

“Yo, get up.”

Groggily he batted his eyelashes at me as his eyes adjusted to the morning light, and he smiled that kind smile which had the power to render me helpless if I wasn’t being careful.

“Good morning.”

“Don’t give me that crap,” I said forcefully, putting my emotional walls back up. “Why are you in my bed?”

He rubbed his eyes, as if he were a little boy, and innocently said, “Honest mistake. I was pretty drunk last night.”

I knew that was a lie. Soryu Oh didn’t get drunk. Soryu Oh was a man who could hold his liquor. He was just making an excuse to get close to me, and I needed to do what I couldn’t bear to last night and push him away.

“Oh, well....thanks for everything, but I’d like to live in employee housing now.”

I found myself unable to make eye contact as I said the words, so I don’t know what he actually looked like when the reality of what I said sank in, but I’m pretty sure it must have been heartbreaking to witness. Like the coward I was, I stared at the covers until he left the room, closing the door behind him. I could hear him speaking with Eisuke in the other room as I got dressed, making good on his promise.

I knew it was all my fault, and I couldn’t tell what was making me feel worse - my hangover or my actions. 

It didn’t matter though. I couldn’t sit here forever, wallowing in my poor choices, so I forced myself to get up and began to gather what few belongings I had.

Once everything I owned was present and accounted for, I looked at the empty suite and said a silent goodbye to it, which I knew was illogical on my part as I’d be back to clean it in the days to come. I recognized the fact that I felt a bit of gratitude towards this room which had offered me a bit of comfort in what had otherwise been a traumatic few days. As it sunk in that I would never live here again, my overly sentimental feelings towards the penthouse began to make sense - not only had I developed an affection for the space, but also the man who inhabited it. 

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, my guilty conscience went into overdrive, and instead of vacating the room I found myself rummaging through the suitcase I had just packed. I found the small piece of silk fabric Tauxolouve claimed was a thong, and left it under Soryu’s pillow.

I started to leave again, but then began to worry whether or not it would be too hidden. In order for my sins to be absolved, I needed Soryu to find the thong and return it to me in the way I predicted he would. 

After staging the balled up thong in a few different locations, I finally settled on the corner of the bed that we had shared last night. Convinced that the contrast created between the black silk and white bedding would set my plan for redemption in motion, I took one last look at my carefully art directed thong, and left the room.

Kenzaki allowed me a half day to get settled in my new digs and I have to admit, living alone again was pretty awesome. The room itself was as I’d expected - a small studio apartment that would have felt claustrophobic to anyone who hadn’t been conditioned to deal with small spaces. Fortunately for me, New York City real estate had prepared me for such a room, and I quickly felt at home. 

The room had all the necessary furnishings provided, and it had seemed that either Soryu or Eisuke had instructed whoever prepared the room to include a few sets of bedding, in addition to a television, and laptop. I didn’t have much stuff, so it was a fairly easy move for me, and after no time at all found myself moved in. I glanced at my phone and saw I had a few hours to kill before I was required to be in at work. There was a lot I wanted to do, but if I’m being honest, it was hard to think about anything other than Soryu. 

Obviously he had gotten under my skin, which bothered me, since I logically I acknowledged that none of it was real. Everything he did, and everything he was - it was all an elaborate ruse to get me to fall in love with him, and what made me even madder was that it had only taken a few days to for me fall under his spell.

Was I that pathetic, that starved for attention in my old life, that I would allow myself to fall so quickly for a man that I knew was an illusion?

I sighed, mulling it over in my room, half-euphoric with an unfamiliar love sick feeling, and half-disgusted by how weak I was.

After an hour or so of wallowing on my new bed, I decided to attempt to be productive by adding phone numbers (if available) to the places I planned on visiting. Once that was done, I found myself on the phone with the Sanno Corporation, setting up a date to tour the office, followed by a few more calls, including one in which I impersonated a concerned parent in order to visit the grounds of Seishun High School. Before I knew it, I’d set up several appointments and it was time to go to work. 

I put on my uniform, and for the first time, in a very long time, worried over whether or not I looked ok.

“I’m here to clean!” I exclaimed cheerfully as I entered the lounge.

I’d been procrastinating a bit - handling the suites first, full well knowing that the entire group was present. They were in the middle of planning the upcoming auction, and spoke about it freely with the understanding that I possessed no knowledge of hotel’s shady dealings. Their candor surrounding the discussion of the auctions surprised me. Considering they had only known me for a few days, it struck me as odd that they would speak so freely about their plans in my presence. Perhaps they figured that I was insignificant, or that their fragmented manner of speech made it unlikely that I would put together the clues that hinted at the hotel’s dark underbelly. Regardless, it still felt rather careless to me.

With the bidders completely engrossed in their conversation, for the first time since I’d arrived at the Tres Spades, they ignored me completely. I took advantage of this opportunity to go about my business (hurriedly tidying as the room magically reset itself) while attempting to inconspicuously listen in. 

As Eisuke alluded to disposing of someone who had begun asking too many questions about the ins and outs of the auctions, I stole a glance at Soryu and reminded myself that he was a bad man, in charge of a dangerous, underground crime ring that murdered people on a regular basis. Just because this world felt familiar and safe to me, didn’t mean it actually was. I had to operate with caution moving forward as it seemed entirely possible for me to perish in this world, just as it had been in mine.

“You wouldn’t want to date John Wayne Gacy or John Gotti,” I whispered, trying to convince myself, “and you definitely don’t want to date him.”

My time spent cleaning went quickly (as it usually did in this world), and with the exception of Eisuke asking Soryu fairly pointedly if he had a date for the auction (he said no), very little happened.

Actually...that’s an over simplification. They talked about an upcoming heist, murdering at least two individuals that they felt posed a threat to their auctions, and wanted Kishi to look into Soryu’s file at the station, as Eisuke was concerned by the Ice Dragons’ recent drug activity arousing the MPD’s suspicion. However, as a woman who was desperately trying to control matters of the heart, Soryu’s lack of date for the auction jumped out at me more than the terrifying reminder that I was literally working for criminals.

I was about to excuse myself when Eisuke called me over and asked me to make him a coffee. I protested at first (that’s not really a maid’s job), but soon remembered how futile arguing with Eisuke Ichinomiya is. From there, the orders started coming in - a tea for Baba, juice for Ota, bourbon for Mamoru.

Only Soryu stayed silent, and followed me to the drink cart to prepare something for himself. I got to work, as did Soryu, and after a brief, uncomfortable silence he broke it by asking, “Did you settle in ok?”

“I did, thank you.”

“I...you left this.”

With that he thrust the thong I’d left behind into my hands.

I’d done it as a favor to him - as an apology for treating him so poorly when he’d been nothing but wonderful to me. He didn’t realize it though, but he would soon enough, and I knew exactly what I needed to do from here.

“Oh gosh,” I said, pretending to be ashamed. “How embarrassing.”

I made sure to not pocket the thong as fast as I would have normally, because I knew like a moth to a flame, Baba would appear any moment.

“Is that what I think it is?”

He obnoxiously patted Soryu on the back and for once, I felt in complete control of the situation.

“Baba,” I pleaded quietly. “Please...don’t tell the other guys. Okay?”

I made sure that the insinuation we'd slept together came across loud and clear. I watched Baba’s face quickly transition from disappointment to a sort of smugness that could only be meant to antagonize Soryu. It occurred to me that I had triggered something in this universe that changed Baba’s role from a potential love interest to a mischievous, fun loving, tension breaking side character. 

He nodded with a wry grin, and trotted back to the couch, taking what would most likely be a permanent seat next to Ota.

While he did this, I pretended to be relieved, but in actuality knew that the second I stepped out of the room, Baba would reveal what I had hinted at to the rest of the men, and all Soryu needed to do was go along with it.

Soryu didn’t understand this though. He stood before me, red faced and clearly befuddled. Just as I’d done with Hiroshi, I lightly touched his shoulder and got on my tiptoes, bringing my lips close to his ear.

“Feel free to go along with it,” I whispered.

“Go along with what?”

“You know…” I trailed off and gave him a suggestive look, which caused him to turn a bit redder. “Consider it my farewell gift to you. We’re even now.”

Soryu’s eyes widened slightly, as he came to grips with what I’d done. 

I watched as the wheels spun behind his eyes as he realized that I’d left the underwear behind on purpose, and blushed an even deeper shade of red when he realized that I knew what the rest of the men knew, but never said - that Soryu Oh was a virgin.

Sure, he was many things, but being a virgin was the one thing that the bidders, should they ever want, could hold over his head. It was something that he found to be a bit embarrassing, as a 28-year-old man, and a gangster no less, who was constantly surrounded by sex and illusions of sex.

I’d put two and two together fairly quickly, between Eisuke’s initial certainty that lodging with Soryu would make me most comfortable as a woman with a boyfriend. Eisuke had made it clear that day out of all the bidders, Soryu would never touch me, and when I’d pressed him, insinuated he’d never seen his friend in all the years he knew him touch a woman, so it was doubtful that he’d start now. 

My conviction only grew after Soryu told me about his past - having never been in love or casually dated. Since he’d also expressed that he’d never patronized a prostitute, it was clear that his sexual experience was limited to whatever he did on his own time, without the mess of a flesh and blood woman that he’d lose interest in “after she opened her mouth” as he had so bluntly said that night.

From behind me I could hear snickering, and I watched as Soryu’s face relaxed. He gave me a small nod, to the point that anyone else who hadn’t been watching us closely would have missed it, and with that, he walked back to the couch carrying the drinks I’d prepared for everyone.

I left room, quietly closing the door behind me, with a clear conscience but my heart aching ever so slightly. This was for the best. I needed to keep moving forward. I didn’t have time to pine over Soryu Oh right now. 

I needed to get to Conte before I missed the dinner rush.

To be continued…in Part 8!

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