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imagine-that · 4 years

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“Mischief boy, you’ve met peter right?” You ask as you gesture to the boy in the red and black suit.

“I believe I have yes.” The god says, eyeing him a bit. “And my name is Loki remember?” He corrects with a small smirk in your direction before turning back towards Peter. You could tell peter was a little nervous but it was even easier to tell as he began to speak.

“Oh uh hi mr Loki sir. It’s good to meet you. I’m spider par- wait no. I’m Peter man-“ he stutters and you suppress a laugh, pulling him in for a side hug.

“Peter Parker buddy. We’ve talked about this.” You say and he nods, embarrassed.

Tony had put you in charge of showing Peter around since both him and Happy were busy and it seemed like an easy enough task until Thor asked if you minded showing Loki around as well. You had felt it rude to say no but you knew it would probably turn to a disaster.

You were always confident, arrogant even, like Tony which is what he liked about you and why you were so close but when you were around Loki every bone in your body melted and you became increasingly flustered against your better judgment. It frustrated you more than anything else ever had, so you decided showing him around might help you change that. So far, it surprisingly was.

“Ok so obviously we’re in stark tower, I’m sure you already knew that.” You begin as you guide them towards the elevator. Peter follows eagerly and Loki trails behind, obviously feeling this was unnecessary though his eyes remained on you the entire time, making you blush profusely.

“Are you alright y/n? You look a bit flushed.” He asks with a cheeky grin, clearly understanding the effect he was having on you.

As you’re about to quip back, Peter begins asking a bunch of questions and your focus is brought back to him, easily answering each one.

What you didn’t notice was Loki’s gaze remaining trained on you in fascination as you listed off facts about the building.

You’d helped oversee the plans with Pepper herself, causing you to know all there was to know about the tower and it’s contents. It was why you were perfect for the job of tours.

“And that concludes the tour.” You say with a shrug over an hour later. “I would ask if there were any other questions but I’m afraid I have a lot of work to catch up on so if you’ll excuse me gentlemen.” You say apologetically and you wave before turning and walking back to your own office.

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Loki watched you walk away curiously.

He didn’t know much about you but he had seen you with Thor a few times and when he’d tried to take over earth. Even then, when he’d been occupied with ruling the entire world, he’d found himself almost unable to look away from you. Thor often teased him for staring too long and he hated that his brother had something to hold over his head like that.

He was so mesmerized he hardly noticed Peter awkwardly trying to get his attention.

“Uh mr Loki sir? Are you ok?” He asks and finally Loki turns to him, cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment, a rare sight from the god.

He quickly regains his usual composure and smirks. “I am perfectly fine spider child.” He replies and Peter groans.

“It’s uh... it’s actually spider man.” He corrects but Loki waves him off and walks away to find his brother, already beginning to question his choice in people to confide in.

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A few weeks later...

Loki had grown aggravated. Everywhere he turned, he could hear you laughing with a fellow avenger or see you sitting peacefully by the window doing your unfinished work. He was enchanted by you and it left him even more unhinged than usual.

Today was no different. He left his room and came to the living room to read, only to find you squealing happily as you and Peter were running around the room away from an annoyed looking Bucky with black doodles scribbled messily on his face.

He tried to ignore it, walking in confident strides towards the couch but froze as he felt your hands on his torso, the rest of your figure ducking behind him.

“Hide me reindeer games, we drew on Bucky while he was napping and now he’s really mad!” You plead, still in a fit of giggles. He remains speechless for a few moments, unsure what to say.

Before he can finally speak, Bucky runs up and grabs you by the waist, playfully tackling you onto the couch and tickling you as his revenge. With your head back, you see Peter on the ceiling, hiding and making you laugh even more.

Seeing Bucky be the cause of your beautiful laugh made Loki’s lip twitch in annoyance and jealousy. He knew you weren’t his but he wished you were.

Tuning the sound of your squabbling out, he sat down on one of the stools by the bar with Thor and rolled his eyes at the sight of his brothers teasing smile.

“Trouble with a certain someone brother?” He asked innocently and Loki pursed his lips together.

“I do not have the slightest clue to what you are referring.” He muttered, not meeting his brothers eyes and instead stealing another glance at you.

Thor chuckled at his brothers denial. “Of course not. That is why you are gazing at y/n with such intensity I am sure.” He commented sarcastically in a lowered voice. Loki immediately looked at him in alarm but quickly regained his unphased persona.

“Yes I find y/n quite attractive. And yes I possibly enjoy her company more than I do others. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He asks with his usual smirk.

“Only quite attractive? I could have sworn you were practically smitten only a week or so ago...” Thor teases further and Loki’s face contorts in frustration as a blush rises in his cheeks.

“I am not at all smitten with y/n. Merely fascinated by Midgardians. Now if you’ll excuse me.” He hissed defensively as he stormed off back to his room, growing more embarrassed and enraged by the sound of his brothers deep laughter floating in the air behind him.

Neither brother, however, had noticed the boy in the spidersuit hanging above them, accidentally hearing the whole thing.

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The next day...

“Hey Peter. You’re trailing me around the tower today for something for school right?” You ask as you walk into the kitchen that morning.

He jumps, clearly startled and looks up at you, his face blushing more than usual.

“Y-Yeah I uh... I am.” He mumbles quietly and you raise an eyebrow in his direction.

“Are you ok kid? You seem... off.” You ask cautiously and he responds with a nervous laugh.

“Totally. I’m uh... I’m not off at all. In fact I’m on!” He rambles and you march up to him, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Kid what’s wrong?” You demand and he refuses to look you in the eyes. “Is it that flash kid? Because I’ll teach him a lesson if you need.” You say, voicing your concern. He rapidly shakes his head and you sigh.

“Peter Parker you tell me what’s wrong right this minute or I swear to god-“ you start as Tony walks in and gives you a confused look.

“Y/n, why you gotta threaten the kid? Spider boy what’d you do?” He asks, looking between the two of you.

“I did nothing mr stark!” Peter says quickly. Tony turns his expecting gaze back to you.

“He’s hiding something from me.” You say, crossing your arms.

Tony scoffs, quickly looking between the two of you again. “Sounds like something you two can figure out on your own.” He says, stepping around you into the kitchen and grabbing his own food.

You turn a serious glare to Peter and he groans. “Fine! I was hanging from the ceiling hiding from mr Barnes and I-I overheard Thor and mr Loki’s conversation, not that I was eavesdropping!” He begins rambling and you sigh.

“Peter. Point please.” You ask and he smiles guiltily at you.

“Ok ok. Well I overheard them talking about m-miss y/n... and mr Loki admitted to liking you.” He blurts out. You blink at him in surprise, caught really off guard.

Tony bursts out laughing from behind you and you spin around, pointing a threatening finger at him. “Not a word Stark.” You warn but he’s too busy still laughing.

“Reindeer games took a liking to you!” He teases, his voice still booming with laughter.

“I said not a word!” You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

Natasha enters and looks between the three of you, finally settling on your stressed expression.

“What’d he do?” She asks you, gesturing towards Tony though he’s still too busy cackling to notice.

You sigh, debating whether or not to tell her.

“He’s laughing because Peter told us Loki likes me.” You say finally. Her face remains neutral as ever but she swiftly kicks Tony in the calve.

“Did you guys not know that?” She asks, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“No! You did?” You shout in confusion.

“Yeah I thought it was pretty obvious?” She questions.

With a heavy sigh, you walk off to your room, completely forgetting your job to help Peter.

Not watching where you’re going, you collide into something. Or someone, as you realize when two hands reach out to grab your shoulders to keep you steady from falling.

“Are you alright?” He asks and you feel your muscles tense as you hear the familiar accent.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine.” You dismiss halfheartedly, your face burning from the probably really apparent blush rushing to your cheeks. “Oh sorry! Are you ok? I kind of bumped into you, I should be the one asking.” You realize a second later. He grins a little and you feel your heart miss a beat.

“I um... I am fine as well. Thank you.” He responds, clearly also having forgotten to speak.

“So I um... I heard a rumour about you.” You say, gauging his reaction.

“Oh? And what might this rumour be saying about me mortal?” He asks, an eyebrow raised in amusement. You roll your eyes at the nickname he’d quickly learned you hated.

“Well I’m not quite sure if it’s a rumour. I mean it came from someone who heard it directly from your lips so.” You ramble and you feel him moving closer to you, leaving barely a gap between your bodies.

He gently pushes your chin up with his index finger, forcing you to look at him in the eyes and sending shivers down your spine at his touch in the process.

“What was this rumour or not rumour about?” He repeats quietly.

You gulp nervously and look into his grey blue eyes.

“I may have heard that you... that you take a certain liking to me.” You say quickly, your words close to jumbling together. From the burning red on Loki’s ears though, you can tell he heard you perfectly.

“That is... that is...” he begins, trying to find the proper wording to use.

You watch him hopefully, wondering what he could possibly respond to the accusation with.

“That is actually correct.” He says finally, nodding his head with a sigh and your eyes go wide.

“It is?” You question and he nods, refusing to meet your gaze. “Because well... I kind of feel the same way?” You add.

“Do you truly?” He asks, uncertainty filling his voice.

“I do yes.” You say, your lips spreading into an embarrassed smile.

He chuckles a bit and you raise an eyebrow.

“Your smile. It is quite beautiful I must say.” He admits, a blush you found adorable creeping into his face.

Without a second of hesitation, you grab him by the face, standing on your toes and lean in for a kiss. For a moment, it’s delicate and sweet but soon, it grows frantic and passionate, him pushing you against the wall carefully to balance you both to prevent from falling. Your lips remain pressed together agressively for a few more moments before you both pull away.

Loki looks at you, stunned.

“That was...” he begins and you bite your swollen lip, smiling sheepishly.

“I believe I will have to thank that spider boy later.” He says with a laugh and you giggle.

“Sweet! Who would’ve thought eavesdropping would get you thanked?!” A happy voice says from above you. You look up to see Peter hanging in his webs, watching the scene unfold below him.

Though you want to be annoyed, all you can do is grin and laugh at his antics.

You continue laughing, Loki joining in while Peter gets himself down, planting his feet onto solid ground faster than you thought he’d be able to.

You cling to Loki’s side, arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“So does that make me the reason you two are together then miss y/n?” Peter questions and you laugh at the nerves in his voice.

“Yes, yes it does. And thank goodness for that.” You smile up at Loki as you speak.

The three of you walk back towards the living room and you stay by Loki’s side, never wanting to let go to the man beside you.

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ssatoritendou · 3 years

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Last Minute Valentines

Tendou Satori

Pairing: tendou/reader

Word Count: 1.3k

+ summary: it’s Valentine’s Day and Satori forgot to get you a gift

Genre: Fluff

"Tendou what did you get Y/n for Valentine's Day?" Wakatoshi asked the red-headed middle blocker while eating lunch. "I didn't get her anything. Should I have? She's not really a girly-girl I didn't think she would be into that sort of stuff." Tendou responded. "Tendou that's stupid," Goshiki commented while stuffing his face. "Yeah whether Y/n is a girly-girl or not she is still a girl. Plus Y/n has to put up with your annoying ass you should at least get her something." Semi said. "You're right. I gotta go." Tendou said running off from the table. Reon looked at Wakatoshi questionably, "Why did you ask Tendou that question Waka?" "I knew he didn't get her anything and she planned a nice dinner for him."

"Hey Y/n!" You looked outside your classroom and saw Satori in the hallway waving at you to come out. You asked to be excused and walked out into the hallway. "Is everything ok Satori?" "Uh yeah...I was just wondering if we are doing anything tonight?" "Satori you could have just texted me." You giggled at him. "I also wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend." He smiled and started to smother you in a hug. "Satori I can't breathe." He was laughing and pulled away. "I'm sorry beautiful. But are we doing anything tonight? I need to know so I can sneak away from volleyball practice." "Yeah, right you can sneak away." "I'm stealthy like a ninja." He said. "Sure you are Sweetie. Yes, we are having dinner tonight it is Valentine's Day." You smiled. "Oh yeah, right I forgot." He laughed nervously while looking at you to gauge your reaction. "That's...ok Satori. Just come to my dorm around 6:00." You leaned up and he bent down a little bit and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you later Satori." As soon as you walked away his smile faded, "I'm so screwed."

You weren't mad or even upset with Tendou for forgetting Valentine's Day. To be honest it didn't surprise you. It was just in his character to forget a holiday like Valentine's Day. It's not like he forgot your birthday or Christmas. Valentine's Day didn't matter to you because it was one of those holidays that felt like it was made by the greeting cards people. You just wanted to do a small thing with Satori like a real couple. "Where did you go?" Yuna your best friend asked. "Uh, Tendou wanted to talk to me." "Oooh." She smirked. "How is the Guess Monster?" "Same as always. Incredibly weird just the way I like him. He forgot today's Valentine's Day." "Oh no. So that means he forgot to get you a present." "It's whatever it's not a big deal. As long as I can spend some time with him tonight that is what matters." You smiled at the girl. "You are seriously the best girlfriend. Damn if I were a guy..." "You are so weird sometimes. Weirder than Tendou." The two of you laughed.

Tendou was able to convince Semi to cover for him for practice to the coach. He promised Wakatoshi that he would practice harder during the weekend. He left campus and went to a flower shop and a convenience store. "Gift for Y/n...gift...a gift for the love of my life." He whispered to himself. "Hey, kid." The florist said to him. "What are you looking for?" "Something that says I love you so much. That you are perfect and amazing. And I'm sorry I forgot Valentine's Day. Got any roses?" "Sadly son we ran out of those today. A lot of people forgot that today is Valentine's Day." The man laughed. "You know red tulips represent true love and purple represent royalty." "Oh yes, those will do." Tendou smiled. The florist made a small pretty arrangement. He then went to the convenience store. He was able to find a giant box of chocolates and found a teddy bear that smelled like chocolate too. He was happy with his purchases and hope that you would love them too.

You had cleaned up your room and decorated it a little bit with some fairy lights. You ordered take out from Tendou's favorite place and made his favorite homemade chocolate ice cream. You also had a pretty great gift as well for him. You dressed nicely even though it was a night in date. You planned to wear the sweater he got you for Christmas and a pair of jeans. You waited patiently for him to open the door and announce himself like he usually does. But this time you heard really loud knocking. "Hi, baby!" He cheered with 4 presents in hand. "Satori what's all this?" "Well my dear, this is our first Valentine's together and I wanted to make it really cheesy. So a heart-shaped box filled with chocolates. A chocolate smelling bear. But they were out of roses, so I got you tulips. Because I love your two lips." He smirked tapping your lips before diving in and giving a long kiss. "Also red tulips mean true love and purple represent royalty. Which is both how I feel about you and you truest are my ones and only queen." "You are so corny. But I love you anyway and this is above and beyond. It's so sweet. But what's in the box?" "Nuh-uh ah. Not until after we have dinner." You took his hand and sat down on the blanket you laid out with two table tops with food on them with your laptop out. Set to watch an animal documentary series you and Tendou started last weekend.

After dinner, you pulled out the ice cream. "Now it's homemade ice cream. I don't know if it's going to be any good." "Nonsense you made it with love in mind so it will taste great." He took a spoon and made a weird face. Your heart sank a little thinking you messed up one of his gifts. "I'm just kidding with you. It tasted really good. You should have seen your face. I just wanted to kiss it all over to make you stop pouting." "Tendou Satori that was really mean. I don't know if you deserve your next present." You turned away from him. "Oh, Baby come on I was only playing." "Ok fine. I really like this present I got you. So my dad knows this guy that works for drum roll please..." Tendou started tapping his lap. "At Shonen Jump. So I talked to him and he gave us a pass to come in and we can get a tour of the place where they make them." Tendou was speechless. He didn't know what to say or how to react. "I know it might sound boring-" "Boring no! Y/n this is like the best gift ever. You are the only person I can really talk about Shonen with. You are so awesome. It makes my last present fail in comparison to what this means to me." "I'll be the judge of that." He handed you the box. You unwrapped it to reveal his volleyball sweatshirt. "It's my back up jacket but I wanted you to have it to wear to the games so everyone knows that you're mine and you look really cute in it as well." He smiled happily and had a little bit of blush on his cheeks. When he opened his eyes from smiling he looked down at you and saw little tears in your eyes. "Did I upset-" You tackled him to the ground and kissed his face all over. "It's perfect Satori! I love you." "I love you too, Y/n." "Best Valentine's Day ever." You sighed as he held you.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq tendou #haikyuu tendou #tendou oneshot #tendou satori #haikyuu satori #satori tendou #hq satori

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zukkkaashipper · 3 years

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Falling hard

It had started as a blind date set up by one of their mutual friends, Toph. Right now, they were on their fifth date and Sokka could honestly say that the past month of dating Zuko had been the most amazing month of his life. Zuko was smart and funny in an ‘I’m not trying to be funny’ kind of way. He had been extremely shy at first, which had been adorable and had felt like a bit of a challenge to Sokka. All his friends could tell you Sokka was not one to back down from a challenge. However, the more time he spent with Zuko the less it felt like a challenge he had to win, but more like a need to get to know Zuko better. Adorable, smart, beautiful Zuko.

There had just been one issue, Sokka wasn’t sure Zuko felt the same way. Whenever Sokka got too close, touched him just a little bit too intimate, Zuko would freeze up and pull away. Sokka had started to doubt the connection he felt to Zuko as well as his seduction skills. But sitting here across from Zuko at the dinner table Sokka could care less about the physical aspect of their relationship. Just looking at Zuko shyly ducking his head with a small smile on his face, because of some stupid joke Sokka made was enough for now.

“What is it?” Zuko asked, when he looked up and noticed that Sokka was still looking at him.

“you’re cute,” Sokka shot back with a flirty smile. Once again, Zuko ducked his head and a crimson blush crept on his face.

“So, how has your week been? I haven’t seen or heard much from you the past few days,” Sokka continued once it was clear Zuko wasn’t going to respond to Sokka’s previous comment.

“It was fine, I’ve just been super busy with this new play. I’m sorry.”

“Did you get the part you wanted?” Sokka asked excitedly.

He knew Zuko’s major was a bit of a sore spot with his family. Zuko had told him about it on their 3rd date after a few glasses of wine. It had taken him a while to get through his story and Sokka had had to piece some parts of it together himself. As far as Sokka could tell Zuko’s dad was a hard-ass and had never once encouraged Zuko to do what he had wanted to do. Instead, he had pushed him to become a lawyer like his dad and his big sister and they had treated him like a pariah when he told them that he wanted to study arts. Zuko hadn’t spoken to his family in over 2 years, once he started at uni. The only person from his family Zuko still had contact with was his uncle, Iroh. From what Zuko had told him, Iroh was awesome. Supportive and kind. He had treated Zuko like he was his own son and had been so proud when he decided to major in theater. Iroh was his biggest fan, Zuko had told Sokka proudly.

“I did,” Zuko said. He would probably never admit it, but Sokka could see a proud glint in his eyes.

“That’s amazing! We should celebrate. Uhm champagne? Waiter!” Sokka raised his hand to wave over the waiter, “could we have two glasses of champagne please?”

The waiter nodded and disappeared to get the champagne. Zuko smiled at him again and Sokka felt a little bit weak in his stomach.

“You gotta tell me when it is! I want to come watch.”

Sokka could literally see the emotions cross over Zuko’s face. Shock, disbelief, hope, excitement.

“The play is only in 5 months,” Zuko mumbled and suddenly Sokka realized that maybe he had been too forward, pushed too hard again. He basically just told Zuko he hoped that they would still be seeing each other in months. It was true, Sokka really was hoping that he would still be seeing Zuko. But what if Zuko would pull away again and freeze up. At the moment, it didn’t look like Zuko wanted to pull away, so Sokka decided to take another change.

“Well, I can’t wait to see you in that play. You’ll be amazing, I know it.”

Sokka wanted to reach across the table to take Zuko’s hand, but he was afraid that would be pushing too much too fast. So he didn’t. He kept his hands on his side of the table and forced himself to take a deep breath. In the meantime, the waiter had returned with the champagne.

“Cheers! To you Zuko,” Sokka said while reaching half-way across the table so they could clink their glasses together.

“To us,” Zuko said quietly. He didn’t look at Sokka when he said it, which was a good thing, because Sokka could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. Ok, so he wasn’t making this all up in his head. That’s good.

“To us,” Sokka repeated. Zuko looked up and gave him another one of his shy smiles and Sokka smiled back enthusiastically.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. They talked some more about their families, their studies, and the places they would like to travel to the most. For Sokka, these places were mostly cold and snowy, like Greenland and Norway and Alaska. For Zuko it was the complete opposite. He wanted to go to Hawaii and Italy, as long as it was hot. They laughed about this for a while and Sokka made the stupid joke that they would never be able to go on holiday together. He realized his mistake as soon as he said it. Zuko’s face fell and he retreated in on himself. Sokka spent the rest of their dinner trying to get back to the carefree atmosphere they had before he had opened his big stupid mouth and ruined everything.

After dinner, they walked back to campus together. Sokka tried brushing their hands together, so he could gauge Zuko’s reaction. Every single time he would even softly graze Zuko’s hand, Zuko would jump and pull away again. Sokka sighed to himself and looked at Zuko sideways. He was getting so many mixed signals, he really didn’t know what to think anymore.

They had arrived at Zuko’s room. The uncomfortable silence dragged on and Sokka had become too self-aware to even try to go in for a kiss. Zuko awkwardly said goodbye and gave a small wave before he ducked inside. Sokka let out another disappointed sigh and started the journey to his own shared dorm room.

Aang was laying upside down on his couch groaning and looking at his laptop angrily.

“Hey buddy, whatcha doing?” Sokka asked.

“Oh! hi Sokka,” Aang perked up. “I’m just finishing my paper on coral bleaching and how it affects so many aspects of the ecological system and the poor aquatic animals. They deserve better! And hardly anyone cares. How can they not care about the animals!”

“I know buddy,” Sokka patted Aang on his head and sat down on the couch next to him.

“How was you date! Did it go well? Did you finally get to kiss him?” Aang asked excitedly.

Sokka pulled a face and Aang’s face fell a little at that as well.

“He just.. He’s so frustrating. At one point we’re laughing and I swear he is flirting with me, but the moment I get too close or try to touch him, even just to hold his hand, he pulls away! Maybe he just doesn’t feel the same thing I’m feeling. What if he just wants to be friends and I’m just reading the situation completely wrong. What if I’m misinterpreting everything and he just doesn’t have the heart to tell me,” Sokka groaned. “I really don’t know what to do, Aang.”

Sokka dropped his head on the back of the couch, groaned again and covered his head with his hands. He felt like a complete idiot.

“I’m sorry Sokka. I’m sure Zuko has a good reason to act the way he does. Maybe you’re right and he just wants to be friends, but I honestly doubt it from what you’ve told me,” Aang said with wide, honest eyes.

“Don’t you remember what an insecure mess I was when I was dating Katara? I over-analyzed every single thing she said, every small touch and I just didn’t know what to think and what to do. The only way you’ll find out what it is that’s bothering him by talking to him. You’re a very affectionate and touchy person, Sokka, maybe Zuko just isn’t like that. Just talk to him about it!”

“Please, everyone could see how smitten you and Katara were for each other. The only ones who couldn’t see it were you and Katara,” Sokka said incredulously.

Aang smiled softly to himself, remembering that time. Aang and Katara had been together for a long time now and they were so cute together, although Sokka would never admit that out loud. He was really happy that Katara had found such a good guy to take care of her and he hadn’t seen his sister as happy as she was when that goofball was around. Sokka would never admit this either, but he was jealous. He wanted that with someone. No, not someone, he wanted that with Zuko. And that thought was just incredibly terrifying, wasn’t it? He still hardly knew Zuko. Zuko wasn’t someone to get to know easily. You had to prick through all the layers and all the walls Zuko had build over the years, but Sokka found that he wanted nothing more than to break all those walls down and get to know more about the mysterious, shy and incredibly gorgeous boy.

Sokka knew Aang was right and that he wouldn’t get an answer without talking to Zuko, but he couldn’t. You could say that his ego was too big for it, but Sokka didn’t think that was the problem. It’s just that he hadn’t felt this way about anyone. Sokka had had girlfriends before and a fling here and there, but all of his relationships always ended because they realized they would work better as friends. But the thought of him and Zuko just being friends, that just hurts. He couldn’t put himself through that. Not after what happened to his mom. He could never feel as lost and hurt and sad as he did the day his mother died. So maybe it was better this way, to net get closer to Zuko, because it could only hurt more, right?

So, that night while Sokka was laying in bed, overthinking as usual, he decided he would wait for Zuko to contact him. He could do that, he could not text Zuko. He would just have to delete Zuko’s number, probably. Just to be sure.

A week went by and Sokka still hadn’t heard anything from Zuko, which only enhanced Sokka’s suspicions that he had read the situation completely wrong. Sokka tried to move and forget Zuko, but everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him of Zuko. Sokka had never felt like such a useless and pathetic person in his life. How could he have gotten so attached to someone so fast? This never happened to Sokka. Sokka didn’t get attached easily. Honestly, it had taken months to get used to Aang’s bubbly nature. As well as at least a few weeks to get used to Tophs bluntness. In short, it just took Sokka a while to really get used to someone. Sokka always liked people, he was a social guy, but he just had a hard time really trusting someone. Afraid they would leave or something.

But not with Zuko, Sokka was completely smitten within the first two dates.

It took another week before Sokka came face to face with Zuko once again. He walked into the coffeeshop on campus where Katara worked, together with Aang, when he saw Zuko sitting across from Toph. They appeared to be having an intense conversation and Zuko was gesturing wildly. Before Zuko could drag Aang to Katara at the counter, Aang was already on his way to greet Toph and Zuko.

“Hi guys!” Aang chirped. He sucked up his pride and followed Aang reluctantly to their table.

“Twinkle toes,” Toph greeted Aang. “Oh, and Sokka you’re here too,” Toph said in a tone Sokka couldn’t quite place. Sokka was still amazed Toph was able to tell who was in the room, even after all this time. Zuko froze up the minute he saw Sokka and he didn’t even look at him. Sokka felt anger bubbling up inside of him. If Zuko didn’t want to date him that was fine, but ignoring him and acting like he wasn’t even there? Sokka deserved better than that.

“Hello Zuko, good to see you again,” Sokka said in a tone that was maybe a little bit too harsh, because he saw Zuko flinch.

“Hi,” Zuko said under his breath.

“Whatever,” Sokka mumbled and turned away from Zuko and walked over towards the counter. Aang followed him after a few seconds.

“That was a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Aang asked cautiously.

Sokka didn’t respond. He didn’t want to think about stupid Zuko, with his stupid sexy scar and his stupid smile anymore. He focused on Katara and catching up with her. He ordered some way too sweet drink and tried not to look back towards the boy in the corner. When he finished his drink and couldn’t stop himself from searching Zuko again, he realized they had left. The pit in his stomach only grew bigger after that. He was an idiot.

This went on for days. Sokka feeling bad about himself and missing Zuko, so he locked himself inside his room whenever he could. Gaming with Aang or watching murder mysteries by himself in the dark.

This night wasn’t any different he was rolled up in his blanket staring blankly at the tv, which was playing another murder mystery. It was storming outside. The rain was beating against his window and every now and then the sky was lit up by a bolt of lightning. Suddenly, he heard a soft knock on his door. Thinking it was Aang he didn’t move and told him to come in, only to be met with the sight of a drenched Zuko dripping on his carpet. His hair was laying flat against his face and Sokka couldn’t stop his stupid brain from thinking how cute he looked like that. Sokka shot up from his bed until he was standing right next to it staring at Zuko.

For a few seconds neither of them moved. Both too afraid to be break the tense atmosphere that surrounded them. They just stood there looking at each other. After what seemed like forever Sokka’s stupid mouth betrayed him yet again.

“Zuko? What are you doing here?”

Zuko didn’t respond immediately. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts. He looked at Sokka as if it were the last time he was going to see him. He seemed to take in everything about him. Looking over Sokka’s body to his face, lingering on his lips and the looking up into his ice blue eyes. Zuko’s eyes held his gaze, Sokka couldn’t look away. Zuko’s golden eyes were just too captivating and Sokka thought to himself what a shame it would be if this were the last time he got to look at them.

“I-I.. I’m sorry for barging in here like this. I just, I hate not talking to you, not seeing you. I guess, I j-just wondered what I did wrong. Tell me what I did to screw this up. I know I’m not the most fun guy to hang around, b-but I uh I thought were doing ok. Did I just misread the entire situation? Did I say something or do something to upset you. I-I’m going crazy trying to figure out what I did. I need, I just need you to t-tell me, please,” Zuko pleaded and Sokka could see the desperation in his eyes.

It only took his brain a minute to catch up to the words that just came out of Zuko’s mouth. He’s afraid he did something wrong. Wait. Does that mean that he didn’t want it to go wrong. What is happening?

“I just didn’t think you actually liked me,” Sokka admitted. “You pulled away every time I tried to hold your hand. If I flirted with you, you froze up. I just thought that maybe you only wanted to be friends or that I was misreading the situation. You just didn’t seem that into it.”

“No! No!” The words flew out of Zuko’s mouth, seemingly without his consent. His eyes went wide and he seemed to make a decision.

“I really enjoyed all the time we spent together. I’m just, I haven’t been out for a long time and still not. My uncle knows and Toph knows too. But you, you are so out and open and proud of who you are and I’m just, argh why is this so hard..” Zuko groaned frustratingly to himself.

“I’m just not comfortable with the touching in public. I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable in my own skin, but this? This is completely new to me! I just wanted, no I needed to take it slow. I-I like you Sokka, a lot. Probably more than I should at this point and that scares me, ok?”

The words seemed to stumble out of Zuko’s mouth and Sokka stared at him in shock. He had never heard so many consecutive words coming out of Zuko’s mouth and his story sounded so much like Sokka’s own. The insecurity and the feelings. God, they sounded like high school girls. No offence to high school girls, they probably would have handled this situation better than Sokka had.

Sokka stepped forward and slowly reached for Zuko’s hands. This time Zuko didn’t pull them away, but let his small hands rest into Sokka’s much larger ones.

“I like you too, a lot. You’re smart and you’re funny and you’re gorgeous. I guess I j-just felt afraid. I’m not used to liking someone so much and then it felt like you didn’t like me like that and I guess that just hurt me ego or something,” Sokka babbled.

“We’re both idiots, aren’t we,” Sokka said while leaning downward so he could put his forehead against Zuko’s.

“I guess we are,” Zuko said looking up into Sokka’s eyes.

“Zuko,” Sokka whispered, “can I kiss you?”

Sokka felt Zuko’s breath catch and he saw his eyes flick to his lips. He nodded shyly and leaned in just the tiniest bit. Sokka caught Zuko’s pretty mouth with his own and kissed him softly. He let his tongue slide over Zuko’s lips slowly and the smaller boy let out a small gasp. Sokka took that opportunity to slip his tongue into Zuko’s mouth and he wrapped his arms around Zuko’s waist. The smaller boy moaned softly, leaned into Sokka and put his arms around his neck.

After what felt like forever, but also like no time at all, they slowly pulled away from each other. They relished in their closeness and held each other close.

“I-I’m gonna need to take this slow,” Zuko said.

“Sweetheart, as long as you kiss me like that when we’re alone, we can take it as slow as you want,” Sokka said with a grin.

Zuko smiled and shyly leaned up again to give Sokka a quick peck.

Sokka would stay here forever if he could, wrapped up in Zuko without the prying eyes of others. Sokka felt lucky to be the person Zuko wanted to be with intimately. And he truly meant what he said. He would take it as slow as Zuko wanted, because all Sokka wanted was to get to know the beautiful boy better. Who knows, maybe one day they would be able to kiss in public. Maybe even at Aang and Katara’s wedding. But for now Sokka felt content and he would take everything Zuko wanted to give.

#avatar the last airbender #zukka nation #zukka #atla #romance #pining #Idiots in love #toph beifong #fanfic #writing #aang x katara #zuko x sokka

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creampuffqueen · 4 years

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The Most Magical Place- Chapter One

a/n: alright everyone, here it is! A random pet project that just popped into my brain one day. This is a TLC modern au, plus gen 2, where they all go to Disney World together. Chaos. If this isn’t your thing, sorry? Idk don’t read it then. But I’m excited that I was able to finish the first chapter! Now, the characters mention a lake house a few times, and basically there’s another fic in the same universe I’m working on, but haven’t been as successful at writing full chapters. So hopefully that will come out one day as well! For now, I hope you enjoy this!

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“Hey, sorry we’re late.” Cinder laughed as she entered the virtual meeting, the faces of all her friends loading up.

“Badar’s teething right now, and with all his crying Peony couldn’t sleep.” Kai explained further.

“It’s no problem, guys.” Scarlet’s red hair was loose as she laid on her bed, Wolf resting his head on her shoulder. In another frame, Winter was doing the same to Jacin, while in the third Thorne had an arm wrapped around Cress while she nursed their newest little one.

“Speaking of babies, can I say hi to Cassie?” Kai grinned.

Thorne chuckled and tipped the camera, while Cress smiled and covered herself up so all they could see was the baby.

Cassiopeia Autumn Thorne, they called her. A big name for such a tiny baby. Everything about her screamed Cress, except for her hair being the same light brown as her father’s.

“Cress, she’s so precious.” Cinder cooed, as if the infant could hear her through the camera. Little Cassie was obviously nearly asleep, her eyes closed as she suckled.

Thorne tilted the camera away again, and the conversation dissolved into laughter as the friends recounted stories of the day, or the week, or the month.

“I swear, I have never seen a child with less self-preservation skills!” Scarlet said, though her tone was teasing and she rolled her eyes. “It’s like I turn around for one second and suddenly Baylor’s dancing on the roof.”

“Yesterday she started a tree-climbing contest and got both of her brothers stuck in a tree.” Wolf sighed. Scarlet hummed softly, combing her fingers gently through her husband’s hair.

“Well last week Peony tried to slide down the banister while holding Badar. If I hadn’t walked out of my room when I did I could have had two kids in the hospital!” Kai said.

Winter nodded from her perch, which had become Jacin’s lap. “The kids are restless. It’s getting into the springtime and all they want to do is play outside. It’s a miracle if I can get Evret to focus on his schoolwork.”

“Spring break is coming up for us in about a month, luckily.” Scarlet told the group. “But we don’t have anything big planned, so hopefully the kids aren’t too upset.”

“What dates are your spring break?” Cress asked. “Maybe we can drive over to your place for a day or two.”

“Does that mean I get to hold that baby?” Scarlet chuckled.

As if she knew she was being talked about, Cassie gurgled over the camera, causing both Scarlet and Wolf to start cooing at her.

“Hold that thought, Scarlet. I’m going to go put her down.” Cress stood and walked out of the room, rocking her daughter gently in her arms.

“You have spring break next month, too?” Winter said, brow furrowing. “We don’t all usually have the same spring break.”

“Ours is next month as well.” Cinder added. She pulled out her phone and opened the calendar app, showing the week that was highlighted in green.

“Yeah, those are our break dates.” Scarlet’s voice was almost confused as she continued. “We’ve never all had spring break at the same time before.”

Before she could finish her thought, Cress came back in the room, arms no longer full of baby.

“All three of us have spring break the same week.” Winter informed her. “That never happens.”

“So, are you saying you want to do something all together?” Thorne asked. “Because that’s kind of what it sounds like you’re saying.”

“Do you not want to do something together?” Jacin snorted.

“You are putting words into my mouth.” Thorne stated, crossing his arms playfully. “That is not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Thorne continued, “That we might have had some plans for that week.”

“But Cress, didn’t you say you could come drive up and see us?” Wolf questioned.

“Well, the plans aren’t solid ones.” Cress shrugged. “But, we thought that me might take the kids to Disney this spring before it got too full with the summer crowd.”

“Oh, I love Disney World!” Winter laughed. “Cinder and I took the big kids a few years back, and we had so much fun!”

“Yeah, fun.” Jacin retorted. “Veda had a meltdown every single day because she wanted to buy all of the toys. That park is just a giant Disney advertisement.”

“Okay, but Veda was also five years old.” Kai said to the computer screen. “If we went again it would probably be a lot more fun.”

“We’ve never been to Disney World.” Wolf stated thoughtfully. “It’s just always so busy on the farm.”

“Couldn’t you just get Émelie and Iko to watch it for a week?” Winter said helpfully.

“Well, we could, but what are we even talking about anymore?” Scarlet asked.

“All of us going to Disney World together!”

There was a long pause in the conversation. All of the friends on the group call nervously glanced at each other, as if gauging their reactions.

But finally, Scarlet spoke up again.

“We can’t. Paying for seven people going to Disney- it’s just not possible.”

“Hey, resident rich guy here.” Kai said. He normally hated bringing it up, just how well-off he and Cinder were. But now-

“Kai, you don’t have to do that.” Wolf sighed. “Besides, the triplets are little right now, it would probably be overwhelming.”

“Well, I don’t think that Disney is ready for Baylor, personally.” Scarlet joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, I’m serious.” Kai told them. Glancing over at Cress and Thorne, he repeated himself. “And I’d pay for your family, too, if you needed it.”

“Why Disney, though?” Cinder snorted.

“Because I love Disney!” Her husband protested. Cinder laughed and leaned into him, smiling when Kai automatically kissed her head. “And besides, we haven’t all done something together since last year. I mean, Cress and Thorne had time to have a baby before we got all of our families together.”

“Okay, the whole having-a-baby thing wasn’t planned.” Thorne chuckled. “Buy Kai’s right. We haven’t all been together with the kids since the lake house last year.”

“As fun as that was,” Jacin added, while Winter curled around his back to start braiding his blond hair, “I could do with not sharing a house with a dozen children.”

“Same.” Cinder agreed. “I swear, every morning there were at least three kids knocking down our door.”

Cress had a thoughtful look on her face, her blue eyes suddenly distant. Cinder opened her mouth to ask what she was thinking, but Cress’s husband beat her to it.

“Are you planning something?”

“Maybe.” Cress said, almost dreamily. Thorne glanced back at his camera.

“I’m gonna put Cress to bed so she can at least get some sleep while she’s planning.”

“I’m going to be up in a few hours anyway to feed Cassie.” Cress argued, pulling away suddenly and stepping out of the room. She was only gone for a second before she was back, this time with her laptop.

“Ok Cress.” Kai spoke. “You let us know what you’re thinking in the morning, okay?”

The small woman nodded, typing furiously at speeds that made her hands seem like a blur. Thorne said his own goodnight and logged off.

“Well, for the record, I would love to do another vacation with all of our families.” Kai said. “Even if it’s not to Disney World.”

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Cress called them all three days later, a group video chat from her phone while she walked around her RV, Cassie strapped to her chest and Sage on her hip.

“Okay, so I did some research- Astra, feet off the couch!- and I managed to find a way for all of us to take a Disney trip together!”

“We’re going to Disney?” Carson cheered from the background.

Cress ignored his question, instead walking over to the cupboard and pulling out a box of crackers, somehow balancing a little kid, a phone, and a snack at the same time, all with a baby on her chest.

“Cress, that’s great!” Winter grinned. Kai had a similar reaction, and both Wolf and Scarlet looked fairly excited. For Cinder and Jacin, however, they were going to need some more convincing.

“I got a trip planner to do some calculations and make some suggestions, and it turns out that we can make it a six day trip, and still have three days to spend time at home during the break!”

“So I’d have to take a week off of work, basically?” Jacin asked. Cinder couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Jacin, don’t be a party pooper!” Winter protested. “You were already going to take spring break off so we could do something fun as a family!”

“Mommy!” The loud voice came from Scarlet’s end, and the redheaded woman turned around just in time to have her triplets come crashing into her.

“Okay, I’ve gotta go.” She said to everyone. “I think that it would be fun for us all to go to Disney World together. Just text or email us the details so we know what everyone else is doing.”

“We’re going to Disney World?” Alix asked, just before the call ended.

“Here, I’ll email everyone what I found out, and we can decide what to do.” Cress told them. She set Sage down on the couch with Astra, handing them both the box of crackers she’d procured.

And before Cinder could add anything else, Cress had ended the call and plunged her screen into darkness.

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“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” Cinder muttered, yet again, as she and Kai wrapped up two small presents.

“C’mon, it’s going to be fun!” Kai insisted, yet again.

Cinder tied the bow on Badar’s present and rolled her eyes. “Badar won’t remember a single thing that goes on the entire trip.”

“But Peony will. And we’ll take tons of pictures so he can look back on it when he’s older.”

Cinder just sighed and put the present on top of Peony’s.

Somehow, in the last month, all of their plans had fallen into place and everything had been confirmed. They were going to Disney World for spring break, and taking all of their kids with them.

Cress, Kai, and Winter had been by far the most enthusiastic, Scarlet, Wolf, and Thorne admitting they were excited. Cinder and Jacin, however, were insistent that it was going to be terrible, trying to wrangle 14 children of varying ages around Disney’s various parks.

Jacin and Cinder had been mostly ignored in their protests.

And the day before, Cress had mailed them all a few things. Their Magic Bands, mainly, so they didn’t have to carry money around the park and could access their Fast Passes more easily.

But also included in the package: shirts.

Light blue t-shirts that read on the front “Rampion Crew Disney Trip” and said the person’s name on the back. When Cress had told her about making matching shirts, Cinder had thought it was a joke.

The shirts were sort of cute, at least. The light blue color would go well with everyone’s complexion.

Years ago, when they’d all met in college, it was Thorne who had dubbed their friend group “The Rampion Crew”. The Rampion was an old RV he’d bought, and during the summer they would travel around in it, drinking and laughing and having an absolute blast.

Thorne and Cress had fixed up the Rampion when they got married and now lived in it, somehow managing to fit four children comfortably inside. They traveled all over, homeschooling their kids on the road.

The Rampion Crew was a bit of an inside joke now. All of their children owned a shirt that said “Member of the Rampion Crew since-” and then their birthdays. So Cinder supposed it was only fitting that the Rampion Crew made a reappearance for their Disney trip.

“Mom, what’s for breakfast?” Peony popped her head inside their bedroom, and Cinder could see that she held Badar on her hip.

“Fix yourselves some oatmeal real quick and we’ll be out in a minute.” Kai told her, hiding the presents behind his back.

Peony nodded and walked away, talking to Badar as she brought him to the kitchen.

Kai fussed at the wrapping for a moment longer, making sure everything was perfect, before he and Cinder walked out into the kitchen, joining their children.

Badar was in his high chair, sucking on a spoon as Peony put the bowls of oatmeal in the microwave. Cinder put the two boxes down on the table and got out her phone, pulling up the camera.

Peony sang to herself, her little brother banging his spoon on his high chair in anticipation. When the microwave beeped and the oatmeal was taken out, Peony turned around to stir in some butter and cream when she noticed the presents.

“Who are those for? Is it someone’s birthday?”

“Nope.” Kai grinned. “They’re for you and your brother.”

Peony stopped stirring the oatmeal. She picked up the larger box, seeing the tag with her name on it. Glancing up at her parents one last time, as if making sure she wasn’t doing anything wrong, she pulled off the bow and the wrapping paper.

Badar peeked over shoulder, still sucking on the spoon while Peony opened up the box.

Inside, the white Magic Band with Mickey Mouse decals was on top of the neatly folded blue shirt. Peony lifted both out, looking them over curiously.

Cinder could see the exact moment her daughter realized what was going on. Her brown eyes widened, her mouth falling open into a little ‘o’ shape.

“Are we going to Disney?”

“We are!” Kai cheered, and Peony’s surprise dissolved instantly into excitement. Cinder was able to snap a few photos of her daughter jumping around, shouting happily.

Badar, though he didn’t understand what was going on, was still excited by his sister, and he banged the spoon on his chair and screamed with her.

“BoBo! We’re going to Disney World!” Peony said, using her nickname for her brother. Badar cooed at her, and she pulled him up to kiss his little cheeks.

It took a few more minutes for everyone to calm down and eat, and Cinder sent the photos to the group chat, with ‘looks like someone’s excited’.

Minutes later, other pictures and videos flooded the chat. The funniest was Scarlet’s text, who sent a video of Baylor and Alix fighting over the Merida dress Scarlet had bought for the triplets.

Seeing the excitement of all the kids, from the biggest to the littlest, was making Cinder reconsider her standpoint, just a bit.

Maybe taking 14 kids to Disney World wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

#the lunar chronicles #tlc #marissa meyer #tlc gen 2 #tlc au #disney au #kaider #wolflet #cresswell #jacinter

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Worth It- Pt. 2

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Summary: The reader has a brief encounter with Sean.

Characters: Marcel x black!reader, OMC x black!reader, Klaus x black!reader????

A/N: This part was really fun to write. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did to write it. Also, your girl is feeling a bit confident writing for Klaus so more fics with him might be coming soon. Happy holidays!

“Listen just tell momma and daddy that they either need the get with the program or get left. Because a man as fine as Marcel Gerard is mmph!” Your sister, Bianca emphasized with a chef’s kiss. She was probably the only one in your family, who approved of your relationship with Marcel. Bianca always said love is love and anyone who tries to stop it is just bitter.

“But I do say, you should get a little taste of Sean. Marcel is a refined gentleman, but Sean is hoodnificent! Let him crack that back at least once.”

You stopped gathering the herbs around your shop, to pinch Bianca’s arm for suggesting something so outrageous. “Girl, are you crazy? Marcel will have the boy’s head on a stick, and I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“FIONNNE!” Bianca commented.

Both of you were too busy arguing with each other to hear the door chimes, but the voice that spoke got your attention. “Indeed, Marcellus would have the boy’s head on a stick. I taught him well.”

“Klaus, what are you doing here?”

He lingered around the shop, touching little trinkets, trying his best to intimidate you. “Imagine my surprise when I walk downstairs to see Diego and Thierry knocked out and you missing.” Now he was dangerously close, whispering into your ear, wrapping one your curls around his finger. “I do believe Marcel instructed you that you couldn’t leave the house without supervision.”

“Girl, add him to the list too. I bet he does all types of nasty things in the bed.” Bianca whispered into your other ear.

Klaus maneuvered his head around you to look at Bianca. He was giving her that famous smirk of his. “Would you like to find out?”

You moved in front of your sister to block her view of Klaus, because she would definitely take him up on his offer. “Nuh uh. None of that, you hear me?” You pointed at the two. “Anyway, the reason I ditched the bodyguards is that I have a business to run. A business that is frequented by witches. Witches hate vampires. So, don’t you think two vampire bodyguards, especially two that are Marcel’s best friends are bad for business?”

“Ok, then I’ll stay. I don’t need to suffer through Marcel’s groaning about how you were left unsupervised.”

“Oh no, you’re not! The witches hate you even more!” Your protest went unanswered as Bianca asked about his baby and he proceeded to show her pictures. Both ignored you, so you just went about your business as usual.

Customers would walk in and do a double take once they saw Klaus. Some would try to leave, but Klaus told them to ignore him and some would get over it and listen to him, but with others Klaus had to calmly threaten to remove their head from their shoulders for them to continue to shop. You didn’t know if you should be mad or grateful, but at the end of the day you were still making money.

It was getting close to closing time when a last-minute customer walked in. You were busy stocking the shelves, so you didn’t have a chance to see who it was. “Welcome, we’re about to close in ten minutes, but I can help you with whatever you need.”

You felt a tap on your thigh, and you looked down to see probably one of the most beautiful chocolate men you’ve ever seen. “I need you to get down, cher before you hurt yourself,” said the stranger. Before you could reprimand him for touching you, he put his hands on your hips and pulled you from the shelf.

“Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me?” Klaus watched the scene closely but didn’t intervene. He knew you could hold your own and would only get involved if necessary.

“I’m your fiancé,” he smiled, revealing a bottom row of a gold grill. Bianca was right Sean is hoodnificent. His attire was all black accented by gold jewelry. He had on a turtleneck and a gold chain and the Lord knows you’re a sucker for that combo.

(Sean’s face claim)

You just noticed he had two other witches with him when Marcel, Thierry, and Diego burst through the doors. Sean lifted your hand to his lips, “Until we meet again, chérie.” With a blink of an eye him and the other witches disappear.

“Search the whole damn Quarter! I want him found!” Marcel ordered Diego and Thierry. When his eyes met yours, you knew you were in deep shit. He was at the level of pissed off that he didn’t even acknowledge Bianca or Klaus. He just grabbed your hand, shoved you into the car, and drove to the Mikaelson’s.

“Are you going to talk to me or continue to give me the silent treatment?” You were back at the manor, sitting at the dining table watching Marcel pace back and forth. He hadn’t said a word to you since you were in the car.

Nodding to yourself, you got up to leave. “Ok, the silent treatment. Let me take my black ass home then.”

Marcel moved in front of you and back you into your seat. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen he talks!”

“Stop fucking trying me, Y/N.” Marcel warned you.

“Stop treating me like a fucking child then, Marcel!” Granted, you didn’t listen to his instructions, but you really tried. You lasted 3 days before you started getting antsy and tired of constantly being followed. Today was the sixth day when you made your escape and you felt that you could finally breath. “I can’t do it Marcel. I’m not meant to be locked up like some criminal.”

“You think that’s what I’m doing? All I’m trying do is save our relationship!”

“Like you do with New Orleans? Trying to stifle me and make me follow your rules? You know why my parents hate the idea of me dating you? Its because you ran the wolves out the quarter and forbade any witch from doing magic! You can’t control people like that. Its not right!”

“And your parents making you marry someone against your will is not the same?” He asked, getting closer to you.

Sneering your face, you replied, “Well, if you weren’t such a power-hungry asshole, they wouldn’t be making me.”

Marcel rolled his tongue around his mouth. “That’s how you really feel, huh? After knowing why, I forbade the witches from using magic?”

You cupped his cheeks, showing the first sign of affection since the incident at your shop. “I get why. You did it to save Davina but know she’s safe and you’re still trying to control everyone. New Orleans does not solely belong to just the vampires, or just the wolves, or just the witches. It belongs to everyone. But everyone is too damn selfish to see that. But hey, do what you gotta do. I’m gonna go to bed if that’s alright with you.”

Before you walked off, Marcel gave you a soft peck to your lips and murmured good night against your lips. No matter how pissed off he was at you, he couldn’t go without telling or showing you that he loved you.

“Now that’s the Queen of the Quarter,” Marcel heard Vincent say. Him and Klaus were standing next to each other, smirking at Marcel.

“How long have you two been listening?”

“Long enough to know that you better smarten up or you’ll lose the lovely Y/N to that witch or to someone more dashing.” Klaus informed him.

He ran up to Klaus and punched him in his jaw. “I’m not in the mood, Klaus.” Klaus got up and chuckle at him, not even mad that Marcel punched him.

“I can’t help it if your girlfriend is so charming.” Klaus teased some more.

Vincent shook his head and got in between the two vamps, before a real fight broke out. “Can you not antagonize him, man? Dude’s already on edge.”

Klaus sidestepped Vincent to get to Marcel. “Nope. Not until he tells us the real reason, he’s so mad.” Klaus circled Marcel, trying to gauge his reaction.

“He’s pissed because Y/N left, plain and simple.”

Raising a finger and ticking his head no, Klaus replied, “No, that’s not it. We all expected Y/N to break out. A woman like that, you can’t keep caged in.” Klaus stopped circling Marcel and stood in front of him, staring him down with a condescending smirk. “I wager the King of the Quarter was upset of the sight he saw tonight. It was but for a fleeting moment, but there, nonetheless. Y/N was intrigued by her witchy suitor. Before he thought of the witch as an annoyance, but tonight proved he might be more competition than he hoped for. Am I right?”

His nostrils flared as Marcel listened to Klaus correctly pinpoint his anger. When Marcel saw Sean’s hands on you and you not being immediately turned off made him worry. Sean was obviously closer to you in age and you both had similar upbringings. But the thing that worried Marcel the most was the one thing Sean could give you that he couldn’t, a baby.

“If I’m not back by the time Y/N wakes up, tell her I’m out doing business.” Marcel informed Klaus. He had to find and kill Sean before he could steal you away from him.

Tags: @twistedcharismaaa @l-auteuse @thickemadame @artsninspo @titty-teetee @cocooned-butterfly @dannixchristian

#marcel #marcel gerard #marcel x reader #marcel x black!reader #marcel gerard fanfiction #marcel gerard x black!reader #marcel gerard x reader #the originals fanfic #the originals fanfiction #the originals #black!reader #frizzlefic #frizzlesfic #klaus mikaleson #klaus mikaleson x black!reader

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captainmeowvelwrites · 4 years

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You Times Two (Ch.10)

Pairing: Marinette/Ladybug | Adrien/Chat Noir Words: 3950 Summary: Ladybug knew this was necessary. She was the Guardian. He had the Cat Miraculous. But when his suit evaporated in a glow of pale green, she sure hadn’t expected him to have something far more precious: her heart. Cross-posted: AO3 and FFN

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Recap: Previously, on You Times Two… Swagdrien showed off his killer dance moves, Marimoo considered tuning along to Sonata The Hedgehog's song, and everyone but Foxy Lady, Turtle Boy and Chilluka was a jealous wee bean. Upon seeing Golden Boy's apparent discomfort at Pastrami's hands-on approach to her envy, Maribug tripped mid-dance and busted her poor ankle. And of course, after a week of no akumas, Mr Perfect Timing's back at it again. What doth the author hast in store for thee?

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Chapter Ten

The boings of Alya and Nino playing Super Penguino only somewhat muffled the soft and mellow strums of Luka’s guitar. It was a nice melody, Adrien wouldn’t deny. He’d thought the same thing a week ago, when they’d all sat by the Seine with André’s ice cream in hand.

But back then, he hadn’t known Luka had composed it just for Marinette. That it was supposedly her song.

How could he have known?

It was soft, but not nearly sweet enough. And laidback, rather than lively. And while it was pleasant, it lacked the passion befitting of his friend.

Her passion for sewing.

Her passion for helping others.

Her passion for standing up for what she believed in.

Adrien watched as she drew out a breath from her freckle-dusted nose, as her pink lips curved into an easy smile, as her bluebell eyes fluttered shut. Her elbow brushed his own as she tipped her head against Luka’s shoulder.

He felt pressure on his hand—a reminder that he still held Kagami’s. His eyes met hers, and the question that clouded her gaze was enough to spark surprise in his own. Someone had squeezed the other’s hand, but that someone hadn’t been her—

A gasp stole his attention. “Dudes!” Nino’s left hand clutched half of Alya’s iPad, while his right jabbed toward the TV. “Check out the news!”

Adrien did just that.

And sucked in a breath at the sight he beheld.

The concerned face of Nadja Chamack filled the screen. Live footage appeared of an offensively coloured tower that soared into the sky, its abstract surface jarring against the bygone architecture of the buildings around it.

Adrien knew the area. At least five minutes away by baton.

Alya lunged at the coffee table. “Unmute!” she screamed, snatching up the remote with a crazed look in her eye. One fierce jab of her finger—

“—in Montparnasse, where a new villain is turning Paris into an abstract nightmare!”

The screen flicked to a series of clips. Fleeing Parisians. Multicoloured beams. Anything they touched – people, buildings, buses, pigeons – transformed into an eye-achingly colourful and contorted version of its former self.

“As always, authorities advise all Parisians to stay indoors until Ladybug and Chat—”

Zap!

Colour swarmed across Nadja’s body. Her lips swelled. Her nose went freakishly thin. Her left eye bulged and climbed a good three inches up her face. And although her body was off screen, Adrien had a sneaking suspicion it looked just as ill-proportioned. With a gasp, she stumbled out of frame.

A figure dropped from the sky, his body as obnoxiously bright as the tower that loomed behind him. He skulked toward the screen, a sneer scrunching the enormous, triangular nostrils on his severely misshapen face. “I am Putricasso!” The footage faltered at the hands of an unseen cameraman. “And soon, all of Paris will be as breath-taking as Picasso’s fine creations!”

With narrow eyes, Putricasso aimed an oversized paint brush at the screen.

The TV went static.

Adrien’s knee bobbed. Their first akuma in a week. Of course, it had to happen mid-group gathering. His eyes zipped around the apartment. He needed an excuse—

Marinette flew to her feet. “Actually—” A wince warped her face as she reeled back onto the sofa, hunched forward with her hand around her ankle. “I’ve – uh – changed my mind.” She stood again, this time slowly and with greater success. “I should definitely see a doctor. Just in case.”

He sprung up beside her. “I’ll take you!”

“NO!”

By the sheer desperation in her voice, one might’ve thought he was dragging her into danger right along with him.

“I mean YES!” She slapped her hands together. “Take me now!” Her eyes flew wide. “To the doctors! Take me now to the doctors. Please.” He didn’t miss her limp as she looked between Nino, Kagami and Luka, an apologetic smile at the ready. Her eyes lingered on Luka especially.

Alya was too busy frantically tapping her phone screen to pay them all any mind.

“Sorry I couldn’t stay longer, guys.” Marinette’s fingers drummed against her pink, flowery clutch. “Injury aside, it’s been fun!” She was already hobbling toward the front door.

Adrien scooped his grey messenger bag off the floor, threw it over one shoulder, and turned to Kagami. He was met by a question:

“Can I come along?”

His shoulders shot to his ears. “Err – No need, Kagami! I’ll, uh, be quick.”

Her gaze swerved to Marinette, then back to him. “Okay.”

“Hey, Marinette?” Luka’s voice drew Adrien’s focus. “Are we still on for tomorrow?” The musician smiled at her from the sofa, guitar propped in his lap.

She was halfway to the exit, but stopped to beam at him all the same. “Of course! No way am I letting my clumsiness ruin our movie date.” For the second time today, she winked at Luka.

Adrien’s smile felt forced.

Until her attention turned to him.

“Ready, Adrien?”

He nodded and, after a brief farewell to his friends, rushed to her side. “Let’s go.”

As she continued to limp toward the exit, he identified a glaring flaw in his escape plan. He needed time to take her to the doctor’s. And time was something he had none of right now.

…

Crap.

Adrien could think of several reasons as to why he couldn’t ditch her.

Reason one? It’d be a terrible thing to do.

Reason two? It’d be awfully suspicious after offering to take her in the first place.

Reason three? She really did need his help.

But damn it, so did Ladybug. And all of Paris for that matter. Maybe he could speed things up somehow—

“Hold the fort, Nino!” Alya, who Adrien was sure had been on the sofa just a second ago, flashed by them in a blur of orange and blue. “Your girl’s gotta bounce!”

“Babe?!” Nino sputtered from his seat. “You’ve – You’ve got guests!”

Alya swung the front door aside, revealing a public stairwell of wooden steps and copper railing. “Montparnasse is, like, a twenty-minute metro away. If I jet now, I might make the end of the battle!” She threw Marinette a one-handed finger gun. “Rest that foot up, girl!” And with that, she was off.

Marinette frowned at the front door, still ajar. “I swear she has no sense of self preservation.”

“With Ladybug protecting Paris, at least we know she’s in safe hands.��

She met his smile with one of her own. “You mean Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

His lips parted, a merry “thank you” at the ready, until he realised that’d be a pretty odd response from Adrien Agreste. “You’re right,” he said instead, following her through the front door. “I’ll be back soon, everyone!” (He hoped.)

While he clicked the door shut behind him, Marinette limped up to the first set of steps in their way. With her fingers around the handrail, she put her right foot forward, gauging her weight on step number one as though testing the temperature of a swimming pool.

Hold up.

Did she plan to scale these stairs on her own?

He stepped forward. “If you’d like, I can—”

“No.” Her answer was short, but not impolite. More like she was on a mission. “I’ve got this.”

“You sure?”

The front of her ballerina flat touched the first step. Seeming satisfied with the level of pain, she ventured forward.

“Yeah, I’m—”

Her ankle buckled.

He lunged after her.

One hand clutched the curve of her waist.

The other gripped her shoulder.

“—totally in need of a little assistance.”

A little giggle followed her words and he couldn’t help but smile. He levelled her onto her feet. “Say no more.” Knees bent, he eased one hand across her back, while his other reached down to loop behind her legs.

A thought made him pop back to full height.

Was it socially acceptable to carry her bridal-style?

“Err – With your permission?”

The question hung in the air. And was it a trick of the light? Or were her cheeks a little rosier than usual? Maybe he needed an ice breaker. The kind of comment she’d expect from Chat Noir. He’d carried her bridal style on more than one occasion.

“No altars, I promise.”

“I – I – Uh—”

Mistakes were made.

Her eyes darted every which way. None of those ways crossed paths with his own. And— Oh no! Her cheeks were definitely rosy now. Had he just made her more uncomfortable?

“Sure,” she squeaked, much like the sound that had inspired the nickname ‘Marimouse’ last night. “Fine. Totally fine. Like, one hundred percent A-OK.” She placed her right hand across the nape of his neck, emphasising her words.

With a quiet sigh of relief, Adrien lifted her from the stairs into his arms, and her left hand slid behind his neck to join her right. He hadn’t started out his day expecting to sweep a cute girl off her feet, but here he was. That joke rode the tip of his tongue, barely withheld, because jeez, his last attempt at ice breaking had gone just splendidly.

As he began their descent down the stairs, Marinette spoke up again. “Sorry if I’m heavy...”

He almost laughed.

That hadn’t even crossed his mind.

His thoughts drifted a day into the past, to the puns they’d cracked in her kitchen. “Must’ve been the cheesecake. I’d batter be extra careful while carrying you down these stairs!”

Eager for her reaction, his eyes flicked from the steps to her face. She didn’t disappoint.

No, she rolled her eyes.

He smirked in record time.

“I swear you’re like a walking punpedia.”

“You’re meant to egg me on, Marinette. Have I tarte you nothing?”

Banana puns. Baking puns. He was on a roll today. Punning against an artsy villain would be a piece of cake.

“Gosh, I pun with you once and suddenly, we’re pun buddies.”

Had his hands not been preoccupied, Adrien would’ve placed one to his heart. “Why, I hope you’re not planning to dessert me?” This time, she groaned, but he didn’t miss the slight upward tilt of her lips. “Because that would mousse definitely make me sad.”

With a shake of her head, she finally cracked a smile. Briefly, he wished he didn’t have to watch where he was going, so he could freely enjoy the fruits of his labours.

A few seconds ticked by, the thumps of his shoes against wood filling the silence. He reached a stair landing, strode by two doors, then continued down another set of steps.

Marinette sighed. “I feel kinda bad about leaving early.”

Adrien’s brows curled. If either of them should feel bad right now, it was him. He’d invited Kagami, after all, and here he was leaving her despite knowing she wasn’t at ease around acquaintances.

“Don’t feel bad, Marinette. Your health comes first. Any one of our friends would say the same.”

She was silent.

But one glance at her face revealed lips pursed by thought.

“Is this about leaving Luka?”

From the corner of his eye, Marinette nodded. “I just feel so lame for ditching him.”

Adrien shrugged. Well, as much as he could with her in his arms. “I’m sure he understands. I know I would if I was in his shoes.”

A quiet pause.

“You’re right.”

Adrien didn’t need to peel his eyes from the steps to know she was smiling. “So, uhh”—he cleared his throat—“did he really compose that song just for you?”

Another nod on her end.

“That’s pretty cool.” Even if it didn’t suit her as well as it could’ve. “Maybe I should compose a song for you,” he thought aloud, already sifting through piano pieces he knew for inspiration. Something bright. Strong. Resilient. Joyful! Playing it needed to make him as happy as being around her did.

“I, um… I should probably text my parents.” Her left hand dropped from his neck to pull a smart phone from the front pocket of her pants. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to take me to the doctors, so you don’t have to.”

“Oh. Well, I…” It sure made transforming easier, but he still had to ask, “If that’s not too much trouble?”

With a shake of her head, Marinette held her phone near his shoulder. “‘Course not.” It clicked as she typed. “And this way you don’t have to leave everyone.”

Little did she know.

While Marinette tucked away her phone, he scaled the last of the steps and approached a wooden door, its surface scuffed from years of use. “Could you—”

Sure enough, she was already reaching for the brass knob.

They exchanged a smile as he planted his back to the door and reversed his way into an open-air corridor. “Nice work, team.”

That got a giggle out of her.

With Marinette still in his arms, Adrien strode by rows of beige mailboxes, a letter half hanging from one of the slots. She extended a hand and pushed it the rest of the way in.

“In case it’s something important.”

“Very typical of you,” he said with a wink.

Her eyes fell to her lap, but not before she smiled.

As they approached an iron gate, he recalled her earlier advice that it was never actually locked, and coaxed it open with his back. The street was fairly quiet. A few pigeons. A couple of motoring cars. And an old lady walking her sausage dog.

He glanced back at the entrance corridor beyond the iron gate. It’d make a good transformation spot. Well, as long as Marinette didn’t see him race inside, only for Chat Noir to leave a second later.

With that in mind, Adrien rounded a nearby corner to be met by an equally quiet street. Bending his knees, he set her down on the sidewalk and placed his hands on her shoulders, ready to catch her at a moment’s notice. “You okay to stand, Marinette?”

Her answer, as it turned out, was to press her petite fingers flush against his chest.

A second later, he froze as she slapped her hands to her face. “Sorry!” She peeked up at him from through her fingers. “I – Uh – The designer in me! She felt bad for creasing your dress shirt!”

That made sense.

Adrien placed a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Marinette. I’m a fashion model, remember? Unannounced crease correcting comes with the territory.” He chuckled. “Besides, I prefer you doing it as opposed to some stranger.” After two light pats on her shoulder, his hand returned to his side, and his fingers drummed against his thighs. “So, err…” As much as he needed to scat, leaving her alone felt a little impolite. “I can keep you company until your parents get here?”

Marinette toyed with the hem of her cardigan. “That’s, uh, awfully nice of you, Adrien, but there’s really no need.” She tapped her fingers together as she peered up at him. “I – I mean, not that I don’t want your company. Your company’s great. You just… umm… probably wanna get back to everyone else, right?”

Well, not exactly.

He slipped a hand behind his neck. “Are you sure, Marinette?”

“Adrien.” The boldness of her tone alone made him still. “Gateau of here.”

Did…

Did she just…

The smile that swept across her lips was answer enough. Man, she was awesome!

“How can I say dough to that?” With a broad grin, he took two steps back the way they came. “Take it easy on that ankle, okay?”

“Uh – Yeah! Will do.”

“And I guess I’ll… see you Monday?”

“Yup. Monday! That’s when you’ll next be seeing me.”

“Great. See you then!”

With a two-fingered salute, he ducked around the corner and backtracked through the gate, rows of mailboxes affixed to the wall on his right.

Plagg zipped out of his messenger bag. “Finally!” By the way he snickered, he wasn’t really bothered. “Parting with your girlfriend is such sweet sorrow, hmm?”

Nope. Definitely not bothered.

“You said the same thing yesterday, Plagg.” He fiddled with the cuff of his dress shirt. “You know she’s just a friend.”

His kwami floated closer. “Don’t you mean a pun buddy?”

Adrien gave a wry smile. “Speaking of which”—he launched out his fist—“Plagg, claws out!”

In a flash of blinding green, Chat Noir stood where Adrien Agreste once had. He approached the gate, scanned the street for any onlookers, then raced out onto the sidewalk.

One tap of his baton launched him heavenward—and with a highly essential flip, he dropped to a nearby rooftop. In the distant cityscape, Montparnasse Tower stood like a sky-high circus.

“Good thing I’m wearing my clown costume.” He tapped the glowing paw on his staff, revealing its screen. “No messages from M’Lady? Well colour me shocked.”

A few taps brought up the latest akuma update. No heroes on the scene yet. He glanced at his Bugabeacon. By the looks of it, she hadn’t transformed yet. Seemed he wasn’t the only one running fashionably late.

Chat gripped his staff tighter.

This was their first battle since his reveal.

Ladybug’s first battle with Adri—

No.

Her second battle with Adrien.

And an agonising reminder of his desire to prove himself.

Sure, Chat Noir had done so for over a year, but he wasn’t just Chat Noir anymore. No, he was also Adrien Agreste, who’d failed to save her as Aspik for three months straight. Adrien Agreste, whose nightmares had been haunted by Desperada ever since. Adrien Agreste, who longed for redemption.

And today was his chance.

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Marinette tottered into a nearby alleyway and propped her back against a weather-worn wall. Two painkillers, a dollop of anti-inflammatory cream and twenty minutes of ice-pack time, yet somehow her ankle throbbed more now than it had right after her fall.

Tikki whizzed out of her pink clutch, concern swimming in her eyes.

“Our first akuma in a week and I’ll be spending it stumbling through Paris.” Marinette pushed off the wall to test out the injury. A little weight was wince-worthy, but bearable. Anything more active was another story. “Will my transformation do anything to ease the pain?”

Her kwami shook her head. “I’m sorry, Marinette! Injuries you get while de-transformed are out of my control. You’ll just have to be extra careful.”

So it looked like she’d have to keep anything too jarring to a minimum. Well, try to. Running and jumping were kind of necessary when it came to yoyo swinging and dodging dangerous projectiles.

“I’ll have to fight through the pain.” She shifted her weight to her good ankle. “At least it’s just a sprain. Or there’s no way I’d be standing.”

Five storeys up, a blur of black leapt over the alley.

Tikki frowned. “What about Chat Noir?”

A touch of dread rematerialized, gripping her chest as it had upstairs. She’d thought – well, maybe freaked out – about that on the way down. Though observing Adrien’s own ditch attempt had been a welcome distraction. And a fascinating one at that.

“He saw me walking fine during patrol last night.” She cupped her chin. “It’ll be hard to come up with a believable excuse, but...”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Marinette nodded. “I have to.” Purpose hardened her eyes. “Tikki, spots on!”

Latex washed up her body in a glow of pale pink. Immediately, Ladybug reassessed her ankle, hoping for a miracle.

Alas, Lady Luck couldn’t solve everything.

She flicked up the screen of her yoyo. According to her Kitty Tracker, Chat Noir was already five blocks ahead of her. “He’s really hightailing it over there,” she thought aloud, and hurled her yoyo at the rim of the roof above. One tug sent her skyward.

Her toes touched down.

Her ankle caved.

Her knees slammed against the roof.

Ladybug groaned. “Focus!” The second time in a week she’d said that very thing. She’d let down her friends, her master, all of Paris. She refused to be that useless today.

Never again.

Ladybug hoisted herself to her feet and stared out at the Parisian skyline. Montparnasse Tower reached for the clouds like a multicoloured beacon. It’d already been about ten minutes since that footage had aired. She needed to get there fast.

But how could she do that with a busted ankle?

The Horse Miraculous wasn’t an option. The Miracle Box was stowed away in Master Fu’s old phonograph, atop the chest that housed Adrien’s many birthday gifts. Getting home would take almost as long as stumbling to Montparnasse.

A lightbulb went off in her head.

What if she embraced her inner Spider-Man? Swing more. Land less. Rest her ankle on the way there. Yeah, that could work. It’d be better than pushing her ankle before she’d even engaged Putricasso.

With her mind made up, she hurled her yoyo at a distant chimney. And as she spideyed her way over to Montparnasse, a month-old memory replayed in her mind.

The sinking sun set the sky ablaze, splashing the Arc de Triomphe with its golden glow. Her legs swayed off the ledge of the aged monument in time with Chat Noir’s, while cars hummed underfoot.

“Hey, LB?” He grinned at her, the tiny straw of a juice box brushing his lips. “Has it ever occurred to you that you’re like a female Spider-Man?”

“Y’know, my friends were discussing that very thing this week.”

“Ha! Mine too.” He took a hearty sip. “It makes sense, right? You’re both bug-themed. You wear lots of red. You swing around the city.”

“So if my comic counterpart’s Spider-Man, who’s yours?”

Chat puffed out his chest. “I am Batman,” he rasped, his voice an octave lower.

She snorted. “I was thinking more along the lines of Cat Woman.”

With a pout, he passed the juice box to her awaiting hand. “Why not Black Panther?”

“Who?”

“Wow, M’Lady!” He slapped a dramatic paw to his heart. “That hurts my very soul!”

Through a smile, Ladybug took a small sip of juice. “Well,” she eventually said, “I think Chat Noir’s a much cooler superhero anyway.”

The smile he flashed her could’ve powered all of Europe.

Then he opened his mouth.

“Does this mean I can’t call you Spider-Woman?”

Ladybug couldn’t help but laugh as she soared through the autumn air. She considered telling him their silly talk had come in handy. Maybe she’d even let him call her Paris’ friendly neighbourhood ladybug. He’d get a kick out of that for sure.

Up ahead, Montparnasse Tower was a fast-approaching eyesore—and a reminder that she still needed a reason for her injury. One scan of the area drew her attention to an ice rink. A very familiar ice rink. An excuse bloomed in her brain. A skating accident. One she’d suffered from first thing this morning. It wasn’t her finest cover-up, but her choices were gut-churningly limited. If ever there was a day for her luck to shine through, today was it.

With each street she swung through, the beige brickwork and timeworn buildings of Paris evolved into a mess of colourful shapes. Rooms stuck out at odd angles, far from structurally sound. Flying pigeons defied the laws of aerodynamics, their wings branching from their bodies like two featherless triangles. And Parisians panicked in the streets, their faces distorted and their bodies a jumbled state of jagged shapes. If a unicorn caught a stomach bug, she imagined the aftermath would look a lot like this.

A multicoloured beam sliced through the sky—just past Montparnasse Cemetery, where an expanse of tombstones dotted the land. More beams burst from between a distant street and with narrowed eyes, she veered toward them.

#ml fic #miraculous ladybug #you times two #adrinette #marichat #ladynoir #ladrien

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clericbyers · 5 years

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Concept: Mike dramatically tells the party he has big news and comes out to them and they are all "ok and what's the news?"

Mike sits everyone down around the D&D table and clears his throat. “I have some big news to share with you guys.”

Dustin looks up from his chip bag and raises his eyebrows with a hum. “Big news? I didn’t know anything significant was happening recently.”

“Not really,” Mike fidgets with his hands. “I mean, it’s significant but it’s not recent. Just...something I’ve been keeping to myself for a while.”

“Alright,” Lucas sits up straight and places his palms down on the table before him. “Shoot, Wheeler. My ears are open to you.”

“Mine, too.” Max speaks up from beside Lucas with a small smile on her lips. Dustin nods with her and Mike quirks a small smile before clearing his throat.

“Uh, it’s kinda stupid to promise this before you know but, promise you won’t hate me for this, okay?”

Dustin shrugs. “I mean, you didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“‘Course not.”

“Then I think we won’t hate you.”

Mike frowns. “Alright. Well,” he stares down at the table and then mumbles, “I’m gay.”

Silence takes to the room and Mike looks up to gauge everyone’s reactions. Lucas is cleaning the underside of his nail, Dustin is slouching with his head on his arms on the table, and Max leans her head against Lucas’ shoulder as she chewed on a new piece of gum. She raises an eyebrow when she makes eye contact with Mike. “You said you had big news to share?”

“I--I said it! I’m gay.” Mike pouts and narrows his eyes at his friends. “Why are none of you fazed?”

“Because we just aren’t,” starts Lucas with a heavy sigh. “It’s really not a big deal to us who you like, Mike. If anything, I’m glad you trust us to share the news but...it’s not really news .”

Dustin snorts. “Remember when we watched Top Gun and you were practically drooling over Tom Cruise yet tried to act like you weren’t?”

“Or when we spent at least half an hour after watching Nightmare on Elm Street chatting about Johnny Depp in that crop top?” Max giggles between her chews. “I mean, it was obvious.”

“I--what,” Mike blushes furiously and curls his lips in. “Oh. I, uh, I didn’t mean to make it obvious.”

“Hey,” Dustin reaches out to pat Mike’s arm. “You didn’t ‘mean’ to like boys and I didn’t ‘mean’ to like girls but here we are, you liking boys and me liking girls. There’s absolutely no intention with being obvious about your attraction that we care about. It’s just Mike being Mike to us, you know? Nothing new about that at all.”

Mike nods and then rubs at the back of his neck. “Wow, I really fretted about telling you guys for no reason, huh.”

“You had a fair enough reason but it wasn’t necessary for us,” Max waves a passing hand, “Now, are you gonna tell us the real news about you and Will or do we gotta wait another few weeks for that?”

“Me and W-Will? What! No!” the boy stammers, his cheeks reddening despite his protests. “No, there’s nothing--I’m not sharing any news about that!”

“So, there is news.” Lucas wriggles his eyebrows and leans on the table more toward Mike. “Do tell, Michael; I’m dying to know what really goes on during those phone calls with Will.”

#yams writes #is mike dramatic enough idk #but anyway have this #anon #yams answers

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nozomijoestar · 5 years

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I had an idea for Violentine eventually getting married and because society as we know it has been dead so long they just get creative about the whole thing

Also time jump from the end of the game and Texas Two is now Big, AJ is a preteen, Clem and the older of the former kids can now pay their taxes if those were still a thing

BGM if you like that when you read, lyrics here

“Been a while huh Tenn? Everything’s so busy these days I haven’t had the time. I’m sorry.”

She sat cross-legged on the partly overgrown ground. A small wreath of fresh flowers hung from the top of a cross. The wood was faded and weather-beaten, but the name carved there could never leave her memory. From her pocket she pulled a paper, unfolded it, then placed it. Violet sighed, even her smile seemed exhausted. Her eyes threatened to brim over with tears she thought she’d long left behind.

“AJ made that for you. He’s gotten a lot better at drawing you’d probably love it. He’s a little past your age now. Shit I’m, I’m taking too long to get to the point aren’t I?”

The breeze picked up making the trees rustle as though they communicated the will of ghosts. She looked around. The crosses had multiplied through the years, each one a new nick on her heart. She chewed her lip and fiddled with her bun. Now wasn’t the time for death. Her stomach churned butterflies. A genuine smile bled into her voice.

“I wanna ask Clem to marry me. Just saying it out loud feels weird and amazing all at once. I honestly didn’t think she’d want me this long but life kept happening.”

In one motion she laid spread eagle and stared into the pink clouds that signaled dusk. She closed her eyes as another sigh fell from the trees. The sound of people beyond the graveyard drifted in voices, laughter, and song. Though the years since there’d been largely silence were gone she could never shake a need to be prepared. Even if the walls had expanded far past the former Ericson gates, danger never slept. It was something Clementine loved to reinforce.

The thought of the way her face went stern and her voice deepened made Violet chuckle. She rose to her feet and dusted herself.

“I should get a move on. It was great talking to you again.”

After a final readjustment of the wreath she passed through the yard. A flag decorated with many stitches flapped in the wind reading ‘Texas Two’. Sometimes she looked up at it and still laughed at its ridiculousness. Though since she’d been responsible for it, that was the same as laughing at her old self. Her old self, she pondered, the Violet who hadn’t dared to entertain the thoughts she did now. When had that person changed? She didn’t think she’d ever know.

Inside the old admin building echoed a section of Chopin’s ‘Winter Wind’ in A minor. The anxious dance her nerves were doing calmed. Louis would be finished teaching piano lessons for the day. Her stride became confident. If she was going to make a sappy fool of herself it would be out of public view. Of her old mannerisms she could at least keep that one.

He sat continuing to play though he knew she’d come by the pattern of her gait. His lack of a tongue elevated a need to pay notice to the finer things in other ways. She leaned against the doorway and folded her arms. They carried on in silence. Violet closed her eyes again, taken by her imagination. The shrieking highs and nervous lows seemed to pull every worry she’d ever had like threads off a loom.

She saw Clem’s head bashed open like a ripe fruit, or the paling of her bite ridden skin and its missing chunks. Right behind it came the thought of AJ’s neck dyed red as he took Tenn’s place at the bottom of a herd and picked clean. Their home at the bottom of smoldering ashes. Worst of all above the extremes, she would bare her soul for Clem greater than she already had to see her spirit fall. In one moment for some reason or other everything they’d made of love would fracture, and Violet might as well quit the venture entirely.

As if reading the tone of her thoughts the music stopped. Her eyes reopened to find Louis scribbling on a scavenged notepad. With a grin he turned it to face her. His eyes twinkled with their unquenchable charm.

‘That get your attention?’

She tucked her raw feelings back into their cage. The processed version rolled off her tongue.

“A little too hard Lou. Guess that means you’ve graduated from sucking.”

She finished with a soft laugh seeing him flip her off. The way he wiggled his eyebrows told her he found it funny. He gestured for her to come over and made room on the piano seat. She sat with her hands folded and stared nervously into her lap. Her stomach churned while the words she wanted to find were slow to come. At the touch of his hand on her shoulder she shook her head.

“It’s nothing bad I’m only overthinking again. I just...tonight I’m gonna propose. I want to. What do you think?”

He smiled and stared wide eyed filled with glee. A rush of air she guessed equated to a gasp came as he clapped. It made her blush and seem sheepish curling into herself. The sound of Louis scribbling excitedly refocused her attention.

‘About damn time! I almost thought you’d never bring it up. My advice, take her to a spot important to you guys. Get her thinking about all the deep stuff you’ve done together. If you’re really feeling it serenade her. That’s what I’d do.’

“I want her taking me seriously not laughing her ass off. By now my singing’s gotta be shitty.”

‘Oh come on Vi, live a little. Singing or not the point is you may never do this again. Make it a memory. You two were doing just that all this time anyway.’

Violet sighed and rested her forehead against the piano, defeated. The keys she pressed let out a wail. Another note was put before her.

‘Don’t sulk tell her how you feel. Clem’s gonna love you more than she already does.’

“...How do you know she won’t say no?”

He cocked his head and interrogated her with a bewildered stare. Her stomach sank; her voice had been whiny like a child’s. In the end, she was being silly. It made the confidence she’d mustered drop in shame.

‘We don’t know Vi but if she’s stuck around this long it means something. Clem’s the kind of girl to take off if she really didn’t believe in what she sees.’

She groaned and the keys played an ugly sound.

“You’re right. I’m being a coward. I fucking hate it. I thought that side of me was done with.”

‘It’s ok to be scared. This is a big deal! You know how you’re guaranteed to fuck it up though? Having a negative attitude. Positive vibes Vi, positive.’

“Yeah yeah. You’ve given me an idea. If you see her tell her to come to the bell tower tonight. That it’s urgent.” She said with a lazy smile.

They bid each other goodbye leaving Louis to start up the piano solo of Kreisler’s ‘Liebesleid’. He’d reached halfway using a laser-focused concentration when another, larger presence filled the door. His deft hands stopped. Clementine smiled and clapped as she walked towards him. Without a moment to waste he ripped out the used pages of his notepad; they were stuffed into his coat pocket. It didn’t go unnoticed when Clem raised an eyebrow but gave no comment.

She stood balancing her weight on her natural leg and leaning against the piano. Were she anyone else, even Violet, Louis would’ve sooner scolded her for lacking manners. He looked down to find her prosthetic ( a newly improved design of Willy’s built with higher mobility in mind ) still in good condition.

“Caught ya.” She said giggling.

He looked up at her strong face, thick eyebrows, and overwhelming mane of curly hair. She had a stern beauty that always caught him by surprise for its rarity and strength. Violet sure knew how to pick ‘em.

‘Wanted to make sure your foot was ok. Doubt Willy would screw it up but still y’know?’

“Thanks. Listen Louis...are you free for a little while? There’s something I wanna talk about. I want your honest opinion.”

A glint in his eyes betrayed his excitement. His gut instinct gave him an inkling of what hovered unsaid. He almost laughed at the coincidence of it all. She slowly sat at his invitation and fiddled the keys. After a meandering pause she cleared her throat; he wore a grin.

“You know Violet and I have been together a while now. Longer actually than I ever thought possible. I’m grateful for it everyday. It’s sadly not something a lot of people can say. That’s why...I don’t know if this is still the right word but, I want her to be my wife.”

She stared at him and twiddled her thumbs. Rarely had he seen her hesitate, much less be meek. The sight made him sit up straighter, listen harder. From the corner of her eye she caught his expectant stare.

“I guess regardless of what it’d be called these days that’s what I want. She’s too important for me to lose. It’s time she really knows it and how I feel.”

For a moment she gauged his face for the slightest reaction. The intensity radiating as if a conjured aura from her body reminded him of someone constipated; he again fought a laugh. It was as though she resigned herself to a do or die mission. A determination not a far cry from what she summoned up before a supply run. In his opinion, they both were taking this to lengths so ridiculous it bordered on comical. That however would remain a secret.

He nodded with enthusiasm and that seemed to lighten her worry. On his notepad this time he thought hard before writing.

‘It can mean whatever you want it to Clem. You love her, that’s the most important part. I say go for it. Any plans on how you’ll ask?’

“Well there’s really only one way right? I have to tell her outright, just not sure where to do it.”

‘Y’know she asked to meet with you tonight on the bell tower. There couldn’t be a better spot if you ask me.’

“Did she? That makes this easier.”

She sighed in relief and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I love her Louis. More than she might know.”

‘Tell her not me.’ he said with a smile.

After dinner the night air blew warm embracing the essence of summer. Clementine found Violet pacing in front of the ladder they’d once helped construct. She remembered seeing her like this then too, anxious over everything turning out right. Her suspicion turned on and her eyes narrowed in concern. She had yet to be noticed from a distance.

In seconds that weighed like minutes she sighed and mumbled to herself.

“Alright Clementine all you have to do is talk. Sure Clementine, like it’s that simple. You’re stalling now. Get yourself together.”

“You sure don’t mind keeping a girl waiting.”

Violet’s voice seized her attention from the grasping hands of her thoughts. Before she could say another word laughter filled the silence. It made her blush even as she frowned in mock irritation.

“I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“I wouldn’t have if we weren’t the only ones here. Feelin ok?”

“Yeah just was wondering what’s on your mind to have us meet at this place.”

She smiled feeling a kiss on her cheek. Violet wore the look that always came when an idea longed to burst out before it drove her mad. Clementine slowly trailed her eyes up and down as though they were meeting for the first time anew. The demure air in her posture broke the obscuring fog of Clementine’s own nerves. Her expression softened into a look of curious wonder.

The streaks of moonlight cast across Violet’s face bent her grin toward the mysterious. She ran her thumb over Clementine’s knuckles and gestured at the ladder.

“Come with me and you’ll find out.”

Above them the stars filled the horizon into an infinity none would ever measure. The moon aided their brightness and bathed all it touched in an ethereal glow. The ground beneath her feet shined as though she walked on a river of silver; as though she were weightless. A breeze carrying the scent of flowers and wood-smoke, of life below, rustled Violet’s hair. Clementine felt her heart thud louder.

The bell tower had remained untouched through the years save for a few new cracks and crumbling bricks. Vines entangled a section of broken stone railing, the same as the first night they’d sat together. She dared to imagine the ghosts of their old selves caught in a roller-coaster of teenage emotions; each burning more intensely than the last into love. They stopped and leaned against the railing beside the spot.

They were gazing at the sky when Violet spoke first; her thoughts tumbled from her like a waterfall. A part of Clementine was relieved.

“So uh, Clem, I wanna be real honest with you. These past seven years went by so fast some days it feels like my head’s spinning keeping track. All this below us? All these people? If you’d told me before we’d be dealing with this I’d have called you crazy. Hell, if you’d told me there’d be a time where I could have nights not having to worry something would break into the school, I’d never believe it.”

She took a break to breathe and look over the dozens of smaller lights in varying buildings that stretched into the pushed back treeline. Each one signified a condensed hope and dream from those it kept warm. Their numbers lifted Violet’s spirit to continue. Clementine stood mesmerized, her eyes trained to Violet and Violet alone. It was as though each word revealed a deeper truth than the last.

“We wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you. I know you can say it was a group effort, it’d be true, but you’re our motivation. I don’t think I’d be half the person I am today if I hadn’t met you and AJ. Point is...remember when I said once I couldn’t imagine life without you?”

“...Of course. It took me completely by surprise.”

“I still feel that way. Clem, I want you in my life till it ends someday.”

The breeze stirred into a mild wind as Clementine’s eyes widened softly. She stumbled to speak then went silent when Violet leaned closer. Her entire body pleaded a need for recognition, as if another chance would never come again.

“Marry me.”

Without hesitation Clementine pulled her into an embrace as their lips met. Her hands wandered to cup Violet’s face and not let go. They pressed together and sunk slowly to their knees. When at last they separated neither cared if anyone below had seen. Violet’s eyes shut in bliss feeling a gentle stroke on her chin and kisses peppering her face. There came a whisper on the verge of tears into her ear when Clementine hugged her tighter.

“You beat me to it you ass.”

“Heh, I can still keep you guessing.”

“Troublemaker.” came the reply with a grin.

AJ stood watching Ruby arrange bundles of wildflowers with the same care she gave all things. Though only twelve he’d nearly reached her height. He’d lost some inches shortening his hair to a buzz cut hidden beneath Clementine’s faded baseball cap. It was something he continued to be reminded of when Ruby’s motherly presence loomed so large.

“Hey there shorty could ya give me a hand? These bouquets can get real messy.”

“Sure, but it’s Alvin Junior.”

“I know I know. Reminding me ain’t gonna help us no faster. I’ll tell Clem if you do good.”

That made the hint of sourness in his expression bloom into an excited smile. Around them a small team of five busied themselves with the same task. They moved as Ruby directed to arrange each in a circle open only at the northern and southern sides. A myriad of colors blue, white, orange and so on occupied the center of the restored sports field. AJ sweated hoisting another bundle for the ring and nearly dropped it. Wordlessly Ruby caught it before it hit the ground and with that the last of it lay in place.

They stepped back performing a final check several times until Ruby proved satisfied. On a clear spot amidst the flurry of activity around them (an army of chefs led by Omar; Willy’s team arranged benches) AJ rested. A sheen of sweat covered his face and exhausted eyes. The first clue he’d received for what lay ahead came when Louis slipped him a note and a wink at breakfast one morning. ‘Congrats on the new mom kid!’ he hadn’t understood what it meant; a part of him still felt he didn’t even when Clementine explained that no, weddings weren’t something you ate.

As he felt the day’s work burn in his muscles he concluded whatever it looked like had to be worth the aches. He spotted Aasim approaching with a squirming bundle in his arms; AJ sprung to his feet. Every lecture he’d ever received on slacking echoed in his mind in unison. Aasim towered over AJ’s stature exuding an almost regal air were it not for the slight gruffness of his beard. In his shadow AJ straightened himself and stifled a laugh when a baby’s hand swatted his chin. His stare spoke of a sense of urgency matched in his baritone voice.

“Have you seen Ruby around AJ? It’ll be her turn to look after Susanna during the ceremony. Seems like that’ll start any minute now.”

“We worked on the flowers together but after that I’m not sure. Maybe she went to check on Clem and Vi-”

“The brides are ready Aasim, just had to go fetch ‘em after their fittins’.”

From behind them Ruby appeared with a blushing Clementine and Violet in tow. She pressed a kiss to Aasim’s cheek before reaching for the baby.

“Guess everything’s ready. I’d have come sooner but we had to finish cataloging that cache of recovered books in the library.”

“It’s alright I’ve got her, you just focus on those two. Lord knows they’re eager to get started and I don’t blame ‘em.”

Susanna piped up in her mother’s arms and stretched a hand toward Clementine.

“Ba!”

“Hey there Susie you doing ok?” Clementine cooed as she let her nose be patted.

“Guuu-ba!”

“Looks like you’ve got a way with kids that aren’t AJ too.”

“Well Vi she’s not Auntie Clem for nuthin’. Go on and say bye to Auntie Clem and Violet, Susanna.”

“Baaba.”

They waved in parting as Ruby left for the quickly filling crowd. Dozens well over a hundred sat chatting among themselves; more than a few stole curious glances to center stage. A hundred and so on more joined soon after. Clementine felt Violet graze her arm and gesture at a dazzled AJ. His eyes held awe that grew when Clementine pet his head.

“Ruby told me you were a real help goofball. I appreciate it.”

“You guys...you both look amazing...”

“Thanks kid. The rest of it’ll blow your mind if you stick around and watch.”

Without needing to be told further AJ nodded and made way for the benches; he looked back only once wearing an encouraging smile. The field was bare save for its key players, and the crowd fell into silence. Aasim signaled to take places then addressed those seated with a wave of his arms. Clementine and Violet stared at one another on opposite ends of the ring; Clementine’s grin made Violet blush and stare at her feet.

“Good afternoon everyone! We’re here today to witness the ceremony of a union; one long in waiting. This couple wishes to affirm their love for one another through a promise of lifelong devotion. You may both enter the ring.”

They obeyed having eyes only for each other; it formed a safety net against the pressure of so many others upon them. Softly Violet mouthed “It’s ok.”

“We’ll begin the professions of love. Clementine you may start.”

She cleared her throat and traced over every inch of Violet, of her flowing hair and single braid that whipped up from the back of her tunic in the breeze. The blue fabric lined with white threaded patterns complimented her pale green eyes. A crown of flowers adorned her head. Every detail was memorized.

“For as long as we’ve known each other you’ve supported me; even if you took time to open up. There’re so many moments, so many close calls where I’d never have made it out if it weren’t for you. Each day makes me feel more alive than the last. Not just because of our friends, or because of all we’ve done, being able to know you’re there is enough. I dedicate this dance to your affection.”

Slowly she took a step forward then pivoted into a practiced twirl. A dance of passion sent her traveling about their arena. Sweat flew from her brow and splattered in places on her belt’s spinning tassels. One misplaced step threatened to topple her but slyly she recovered before worry could disturb Violet.

With a grin she launched into a new phase. Her arms spun and, where able, her legs kicked. The movements blended so fluidly few could pinpoint the moment aggression gave way to softness. To even fewer it revealed its heart; a reflection of her lover’s metamorphosis.

There were moves describing sarcastic defenses, cowardly silences, sections mapping the rush from kind words and intimate quiet. As if anew they were pulled into the haze of honest kisses, the whirlwind of lovemaking that went deep into sleepless nights. On occasion they were plunged headfirst before icy fear and protective worry that pricked to the bone. Those moments would be quickly broken by a return to memories of the warmth in living.

Almost instinctively the full result of a week’s practice strengthened its control as she neared the end. Her mind sank into an empty plane, speaking only what little remained unsaid through her rhythm. When it was done the sight of Violet brimming with tears told her everything. Wordlessly she gathered herself then bowed.

Aasim stood in entranced silence. The edges of his solemn eyes had grown misty, defying his self restraint. He gestured and caught Violet’s attention away from her thoughts.

“Feelings have been expressed that require an answer. Violet, you may give your reply.”

“I’ve heard them. Clementine you taught me it’s alright to feel; that holding everything in and running from help is what makes a coward. Choosing who I want to be in life by learning from others is a gift that takes courage. You kept trying even when I wanted to shut you out. I’d never seen anyone so dedicated. Because of you I remembered the people who care about me, away from the ghosts I wanted to chase. I dedicate this dance to your strength.”

This time the was an elegant start defined by tight turns and precise footwork. Each move linked firmly to the last and the next. Clementine’s chest tightened as she watched; her breath caught in her throat. Within the dance she felt herself be peeled back. There was the Clementine she saw herself as, steel willed and cautious, in places fragmented. It morphed to show the rare moments of worry and the storms that wracked her in anxiety. In a few moments that still churned her stomach she felt a lurking shadow of the cruelty that’d tumbled so easily from her whenever she’d been cast astray.

Her body grew hot, her shoulders heavy before she saw the dance shift and the feeling passed. There was a return to gentleness and the power in mercy. Like glittering bubbles memories flooded her mind fresh as they days they’d been reality. She’d cried and screamed and torn her hair each time someone had been lost; yet she pressed forward hopeful. She’d witnessed distrust seize people’s eyes as they coveted rather than strive for understanding; yet never closed her ears to humanity. She’d cried awake sunken to the floor and teeth grit replaying each life she’d taken, each selfish need she’d served; yet her remorse was proof she retained a soul.

Tears trickled down her face, and she felt not a care to stop them. The sensations of the present returned only when Violet had finished. In an instant that moved in her vision like slow motion she was embraced. Aasim’s voice grounded her beyond the sensation of Violet’s heart beating in time with her own.

“We have witnessed them speak to each other’s deepest self. In this they have found unity, and taken hold of that which they seek for themselves in another. It is time for the final step. Let them now dance together and display the bond when two become one. Music for them, if you’d all please.”

Clementine felt Violet shift against her the crowd clapped a beat.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

They took up position smiling through their flushed faces. The dance moved slow and contemplative as if longing to savor each moment. All else began to fade replaced by a rhythm that held a peaceful trance. Neither kept track of how long they swayed until Clementine said,

“Why don’t we show them what we’ve got?”

“Ready when you are partner.” Violet replied grinning.

In one motion they separated still holding on by one hand, throwing themselves into a spin that ended in a twirl. Violet laughed finding herself again in Clementine’s arms then out once more. She took her turn twirling Clementine, her eyes sparkling and heard racing. They spun holding each other then separated to link arms each facing the other’s back but continuing to lock eyes. It prefaced another separation as they spun alone only to jump back together. At this they laughed.

Violet’s vision was filled by the bright sky when Clementine dipped her then leaned close. Violet wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed their foreheads together.

“I love you.”

“Love you back.”

“Promise?”

“Hell yeah.”

Their kiss found Clementine with hands roaming her hair but she didn’t care. A ways away the roar of the crowd filled their ears. Beside them Aasim clapped and wiped his face. He turned one last time to project his proud voice.

“I present to you all a married Clementine and Violet! May they have a happy life together.”

“That better not have jinxed anything Aasim.” Violet teased with a snicker.

“Shut it and go have fun with your wife. You guys deserve it.”

“Thanks for all this, really.”

“Keep treating her right Clem.” he replied smiling.

The after party blew quickly into a spectacle. Louis had attracted a cheerful gathering as he played pieces back to back. Clusters of people filled the admin building to the seams; further groups had piled into the school yard. The campus in its entirety lay at the heart of town from which hundreds of simple houses, storage, and shops fanned out. The multitude of guests had been guaranteed with more passing colorful banners AJ had overseen.

A few carried weathered but functioning instruments, guitars, harmonicas, large and small drums. They formed a small band that led the tune of those dancing in the yard. A sizable banquet had been prepared from their surplus; beside Ruby chatted with Aasim while Susanna sucked on her bottle. From the balcony at the admin building’s face Clementine stood observing. Out of her regal wedding attire she nearly blended into the revelry were it not for her commanding presence.

Any tension soon melted from her when she felt Violet’s arms around her waist. She smiled and leaned into the nuzzle against her neck.

“How’s it feel? Thinking of anything?”

“I was wondering how things are closer to the wall and that group we sent out a day ago.”

“You mean Randy.”

“None of us can afford him screwing up. He’s been very...vocal lately. It’s giving me bad thoughts.”

“Hey none of that ok? Today’s our day to celebrate, we can worry about later when it comes.”

Clementine closed her eyes and pressed their foreheads together.

“Where’s AJ?”

“With the other kids. Us grown ups are too intense for him right now. I don’t blame him, he seemed happy though.”

“I can think of one reason to justify that.” Clementine teased in a husky voice, her hand wandering below Violet’s waist.

“Clem not while everyone’s around.” came the reply followed by a giggle.

“Just teasing. We can go over it all later.”

“In that case you’ve got my interest.”

“Really? How about something like this to start.”

She pulled Violet closer and leaned her back against the railing. She studied the way Violet tilted her head as their lips met; saw the beauty in how her hair framed her face. Slowly she traced her fingers along her jaw, welcoming the feel of Violet grabbing a fistful of her shirt. They broke off at the whistles thrown at them from below. One glare and eye roll from Clementine silenced them. Violet chuckled. Her arms wrapped lazily around Clementine’s neck.

“I’ll never forget today.”

“I hope not. If you ever do I’ll remind you.”

“Heheh, yeah.”

The music and chatter came to a sudden halt with a banging at the yard’s iron gates. Shocked dancers parted a pathway for a team in neat ranks, their boots marching in step. A man with a thick trimmed beard and thicker hair led them and adjusted the grip of his spear. It had a long curved edge akin to a beast fang and tassels that jiggled in time with the pistol on his belt. The well kept armor he wore, decorated in the motif of a cougar as his rank allowed, enhanced his bulk. His burly arms were defined by gnarled scars that betrayed his continued Old World hobby of rigorous exercise.

He signaled a stop by raising his fist and was immediately obeyed. His beady eyes stared at Clementine without faltering. She read the challenge within them clearly and stood stiff backed,unwavering. From the crowd she felt multitudes looking to her in surprise that yielded to fear. Beside her Violet’s expression hardened and simmered with open disgust. The man spoke, his voice embed by a natural cunning.

“We’ve returned from our expedition with a generous offering from the community to the west.”

“Welcome back, I trust everything went well along with it.”

“Yes, yes of course. Nice to see we’ve been missed.” he said letting a sarcastic bite slip into his tone as he looked around.

“C’mon Randy we can talk about this anywhere but in front of everyone. There’s no need to put on some kind of show.” Violet added.

His eyes studied her in frayed patience then flit back to Clementine. He made a gesture and his group dispersed.

“Sure I can be civil and play house with those wearing the big pants. Let’s have a private chat.”

He disappeared into the admin building. Clementine sighed deeply and let herself slacken. Tenderly Violet touched her hand, she took it without hesitation. She stared into the sky gathering herself until at last all her courage was summoned. With a nod she followed Violet’s lead into her office, something more animal than man fast approaching.

#twd #twdg #violentine #my writing

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Spencer Reid 2 (Part 1)

I awoke to a feeling of soft hands stroking from my cheek down my arm to my hand.

"Y/N baby, you gotta get up, we have work soon." Spencer whispered in my ear. I smiled up at him softly as I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me.

"Morning wife." He smiled looked down at me.

"Morning husband." I grinned as I stretched my arms to the side of me.

"I've left you a towel and fresh underwear in the bathroom for after your shower. Your new cardigan, the one you bought in Vegas this weekend, is hung on the back of the door." Spencer informed me as he handed me a glass of water.

"You're really getting off to a great start in our marriage huh?" I chuckled as I climbed out of bed ad drank the water.

"Well, we did only get married on Saturday. We've only been married 36 hours and I would hate for you to change your mind so soon after marrying me." He joked as he pulled out a clean sweater vest and tie.

"I would never leave you Dr Reid, my little heart couldn't take it." I played along as I walked over and pecked his cheek before walking to the bathroom to grab my shower.

My shower was peaceful, my thoughts consisted mostly of how on Thursday, I was just plain old Y/F/N Y/L/N, Spencer was my loving boyfriend who I worked with in the FBI. On Friday he proposed in Vegas, on a trip to see is mother. Then on Saturday, I we stood at an alter in a small 24 hour chapel in Vegas, in front of a wedding officiant, a few other couples waiting to marry and Spencer's mother, who was the reason we married so soon.

After my shower I dried my hair, pulled it into a high pony tail, I did my make up which looked as natural as possible except a little colour to on my lips, a bright red. I then changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a white shirt and a black skinny tie. I then pulled on my red cardigan I had Spencer had set out for me. I slipped on my black converse and walked to the living room where I found Spencer making coffee.

"Spencer?" I called over to him as I grabbed my bag and slipped a couple files inside.

"Yes Wife." He grinned back over to me.

"Should I wear my glasses or contacts today?" I asked as I attached my gun to my belt and put my badge in my back pocket.

Spencer turned and walked over, passing me my coffee and kissing my head.

"Honestly babe, wear whatever you feel comfortable in, but I do love it when you wear your glasses." U chuckled as he grabbed his own bag.

"Glasses it is then." I smiled as I slid my glasses up my face and smiled at my grinning husband who watched. "Now, let's go." I ordered. I grabbed my bad and slung it over my shoulder and picked up my book.

"Come my little book worm." he joked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

The drive to work was spent how it usually was, my reading my book out loud to Spencer who mouthed along with what I was saying. I had messed up a few times and this worried Spencer a little as I was usually an excellent reader. He placed his hand over my knee and I stopped.

"Are you OK?" he asked, taking his eyes off the road briefly to look at me.

"I'm fine Spence, just a little worried about how they team will react to our...weekend activities." I smiled at him as I placed the book on my lap.

"The team will be happy for us...well except maybe Garcia." He chuckled.

"Oh, yeah, she's gonna kill us." I predicted, my face serious except for the hint of a smile.

"Oh, yeah of course." He agreed as he pulled into the parking lot of our building and shutting off the car. "Listen, 38 hours of marriage, we had a good run, I love you and if there really is an after life, I'll see you around." He smirked.

"you joke about it know, but when she goes all psycho killer on us, I blame you." I told him as he turned to face me. He only chuckled as he lint over, kissed my lips and then climbed out of the car.

"OK, well, Dr Reid, are you ready to introduce the team to your wife?" I asked him as I walked around the car to meet him.

"Yes Mrs Reid, I am." He smiled, taking my hand and leading me into the elevator which will take us to the right floor.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, our wedding was so spare of the moment that we hadn't told our team, who are our very close friends and I was a little nervous about telling them, because what if they didn't understand and got upset. As we got closer my nerves got worse and Spencer knew it too.

"Hey, listen, if they get upset and angry then hey, who cares, as long as we're both happy." He smiled, tightening his grip on my hands a little before bringing our hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss. "We just go in there and act as if nothing is different, if and when somebody notices we'll explain." He offered and I nodded smiling up at him.

"You're so smart, who would have thought I'd marry someone so smart." I joked as we exited the elevator on to our floor.

"I did, now I have to go grab some more coffee, you want?" He asked as he held the door to the bull pen open.#

"No thank you, but some water would be great." I smiled, he nodded and made his way to the break room while I took his and my bag to our desks.

Once at my desk, I switched my computer on, took off my badge and gun and placed them in my top desk draw, then I pulled out a framed photo of the team and I, a small plush unicorn I had gotten from Henry on my last birthday and my very fuzzy purple pen, given to me by Penelope. I placed them all on my desk. I closed the top draw and pulled open the bottom draw and pulled out three jars, each filled with a different candy and my case files from a previous case i needed to finish.

"You know, that morning routine of yours is getting longer and longer." I girlish voice spoke, making me jump a little. I looked up to see Penelope Garcia, my quirky BFF.

"Penny G, my ever amazing queen of quirky, how was your weekend?" I asked as I finished placing my last few items out on my desk.

I listened as she went into a detailed account of her latest date, while I sorted my desk. I reached over and put my purple pen in the correct pen pot, the one closest to Penny. That was when she stopped mid sentence and gasped. I looked up to see what was wrong but her eyes were fixed on my hand in front of her, still holding the pen.

"Penny?" I asked as she grabbed my hand, making me drop my pen and pulled it closer to her face.

"What's this?" I asked as she pointed at my hand that held my beautiful silver diamond ring and a simple silver wedding band.

"A ring." I squeaked out.

"There's two rings on this finger." She pointed out and I nodded, suddenly shy

"I know."

"So that means...." She began but I interrupted her and nodded. "You got married?"

"Yeah"

"When?" She asked finally allowing my hand back.

"On Saturday, Spencer proposed and we figured why wait, we went to a chapel with his mum and we go married." I told her, my eyes fixed on her face, trying to gauge her reaction. To my surprise she let out a squeal and pulled me in to a hug.

"I can not believe this!" She squealed loudly.

"What can't we believe this morning baby girl?" The voice of Derek Morgan interrupted Penelope's squealing. He placed his things on his desk and wondered over.

"Well take a look at Y/N and see if you notice anything." She smiled pointing at me.

Morgan nodded and quickly turned his attention on me for what seemed like a while before he shrugged.

"I don't see anything different." He stated.

"What's going on?" I heard JJ ask as she appeared next to Penny.

"Something's up with Y/N and I have to figure out whats it is but I don't see anything different." Morgan explained a little stressed out with the situation. I looked over at JJ and smiled, making a point to straighten my tie with my left hand, JJ smiled and she too let out an excited squeal.

"No way!" She screeched.

"What way?" Morgan asked clearly confused.

"When?" JJ asked ignoring Morgan who continued watching.

"Saturday, but he asked me on Friday night at dinner with his mum." I grinned .

"Will somebody tell me what the hell is going on!" Morgan yelled clearly frustrated, as Spencer walked up behind me and placed a bottle of water on my desk and placed his hand on my shoulder.

I grabbed his hand with my left, making it very clear as I hinted to Morgan who's eyes widened as he FINALLY caught sight of the silver rings that sat on Spencer and I's hands.

"You guys got married?" He blurted out making everyone laugh.

"Woah, nothing gets passed you huh Morgan?" I teased as I shook my head.

"So, this happened this weekend?" He asked and I nodded, "So you guys just decided to get married?"

"Not exactly, Spencer Proposed on Friday at dinner and on Saturday we started talking and Spence said the wedding would have to be soon because he wanted his mum there and with her getting sicker we figured why wait..." I explained and Spencer picked up where I left off.

"We talked it over and decided we'd get married in Vegas. so we signed mum out of the hospital for a few hours and we drove to a small chapel and we said 'I do', now I get to spend my life with this amazing woman." Spencer smiled as he kissed the top of my head. "After we took mum out for dinner and the next morning we flew home." He finished.

"I'm really happy for you both, honestly, I am, I just wish we could have been there." JJ smiled as she hugged Spencer and I.

"Well, that's good because you can." Spencer grinned at out team who just looked at him like he was crazy.

"How, did you finally invent a time machine so we can all go back and pretty boy?" Morgan joked.

"No, we just figured, I still want the whole big white wedding with friends and family, so we married in Vegas with Spencer's mum and we're gonna do it all properly with all of you guys because who else would we want to celebrate this huge mile stone with." I told them and they all let out a cheer.

"And you want me to plan it...I'm on it!" PG interrupted making is all laugh.

"We wasn't gonna ask you that, but if you want to plan our wedding, you do you Penny G." I chuckled.

"Yassssss!" Penny cheered. Rossi and Hotch came wondering over, a little confused.

"So what's got Garcia all happy this morning?" Rossi asked as they reached us.

"Well, Y/N and Spence got married this weekend." JJ answered. Rossi let out a low chuckled and smiled over at Reid and I.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we sorta got married in Vegas." I smiled.

"Well congratulations my dear." Rossi grinned as he pulled me into a hug.

"Thanks Rossi."

"But, there going to do the whole 'big white wedding' with us and get this, I get to plan it." Garcia clapped happily as she kissed both Reid and I's cheek before she ran off.

"Well, that sound's great." Hotch added. “and congratulations you two." He smiled. "Now, everyone, get to work." He chuckled before walking off, Rossi following behind him.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Straight up murder. Manipluation. And a date. Word Count: 6000ish. Chapter Summary: How many times will Dean have to fix your life? A/N: I’m so sorry for how long this took pals. Forgive me?

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In the morning I bring you toast. You look like the last thing you want to do is eat it, which worries me. But I've gotta draw the line somewhere and shoving food down your throat feels like a step too far. Then again, I'm not even sure if it's you on that bed. Knees in your chest and a hollow shadow framing your eyes. You finally broke. Out of sight and locked in this room you fell apart, and I missed it. Missing it makes everything harder. I can help you if I see it happen but now I'm nothing but a stranger standing here holding toast. Now you'll have to heal on your own.

You need this time though. You need it to figure out you're better off without him. Grieving is important even if Carl is, or was a complete asshat. If you don't grieve you can't move on and I need you to be able to move on. I can only show you how perfectly we fit together, you need your eyes open to see it.

The toast is still there when I bring you water, and the water is untouched when I come back with soup hours later. Sam offers to bring you some dinner in the evening and I lie to him, telling him I already have. I don't want him scaring you is all. You don't know him. You know me.

"Dean?"

It's what, the second time you've said my name out loud? The first time, in the diner, you'd been this flirty chef arguing with me about food. And now you're this sad little thing with a voice so distorted from disuse that it doesn't even sound like you.

"Yeah Y/N?" You're not ready for a nickname.

You clear your throat, "I wanted to say thank you for taking me in like this. I'm sure you're probably used to… to witches? But…"

"Witches suck. You never get all the way used to that."

Carl sucked too. Try to remember that Y/N. Remember how he cheated on you. Him and his buddies with the same hooker. Don't make him out to be a martyr.

You suck in a shallow breath letting the air steady you and force a smile to your face. Small, encouraging and not enough to reach your eyes. "Will you tell me about what you do?"

It's too much for day one. We're standing here still shy of twenty-four hours since Carl died in your living room. Since you heard it and I didn't stop it. I've got decades of nightmares that I could tell you but right now even a simple ghost story will keep you awake at night. I want you to sleep and dream. I want you to stay you.

Maybe I'm selfish too. Maybe for a little while longer, I want to be just Dean, the guy you met in a diner who likes pie. Or as close to him as I can get.

"I'll make you a deal, sweetheart." OK, that one slips out. "You eat this delicious grilled cheese I made you and when you're ready I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Within reason. I won't tell you about the hex bag sitting in the top drawer of my desk. Tossed in there amongst a few pictures I keep. When was I going to burn it? Sitting in the Impala with Sam so I can endure all his judgment? And then you were with us because I brought you home.

You look at me like you want to argue. Your chin sticks out a bit, all hard and stubborn. There's fight left in you, under all those jagged edges and I fished it out of you. The diner chef is still in there. The one with fire in her eyes. The one who wanted me to look at her curves and wasn't shy about it.

She's the one who takes a big whiff of the melted cheese goodness in my hand and she's the one who gives in with this tiny nod.

You haven't eaten all day so the first three bites don't touch the sides. My arms cross over my chest while I lean against the door watching you. As weird as it is I can't help watching every bite. Making sure you swallow. I'm not saying grilled cheese is the cure for your emotional turmoil. Except anyone watching you devour it right now might be hard pressed to argue otherwise.

When was the last time someone looked after you Y/N? If I didn't know any better no one ever has.

"Y/N still holed up?" Sam might as well be asking if there's coffee in the pot for the normality in his voice.

I look up from the diner Facebook page. I'd only been looking for the phone number, so I could call and tell them you won't be in for a few days, at least. "Yeah, in her room. Why?"

"Her room? Don't you think it's time we talked about this dude?" He goes from zero to shaking a stressed hand through his hair pretty damn quick.

Shit. I forgot about Sam and his dumb questions that he's been squirreling away for days now.

"I mean, not that I mind but what, we're bringing vics back here now?"

"Y/N's not just another vic." I bite out on a growl. It's a knee jerk reaction to a potential threat to you. I have to swallow it down, pinching the bridge of my nose because this is Sam. Not another douchebag trying to hurt you. "She's not some random victim. She's… we met at the diner remember?"

He doesn't remember. Not at first. He tries but you aren't the first thing on his mind and a part of me is grateful for that. His face scrunches, smoothes out and then finally my dramatic baby brother rolls his eyes at me. "She brought you two pieces of pie?"

It's offensive if anything. His implication that you won me over with two pieces of pie. He's trying to belittle our story before it's started. We're not even at the good part yet, the part where you fall for me.

"That's not- yeah she did- but that's not why I-"

"You like her?" Sam interrupts, astonished that I could.

Like sounds as if I pushed you down in the playground. Like is not enough for you. But there's no way to explain to Sam without telling him everything. That would include all the things he won't approve of. Since there's no way to explain, I don't. I deflect his attention instead.

"So, what if I do?" It's not what I want to say. I want to tell him about Lawrence and how you were made for me. He'll understand if I tell him about all the things that make you different. Again, explanations take a backseat. I'll have to wait until we're official and these things can slip out as pieces of a normal conversation.

He leans back a little, taking time to make up his mind. And when I think the world might end before he speaks again, a smile spreads across his face. "Nothing, it's nice is all. You've got a little crush."

"I do not have a crush."

"Aww look at that, you're blushing."

I'm not but Sam is buying this. He's on board with the idea of you staying because he thinks I've reverted to a preteen with a boner. He makes it all too easy to play along, he hands me my alibi with a bow on, "shut up Sammy."

"Ok, ok," he pushes up from his chair opposite and makes like he's giving himself up. He throws off this big, over the top shrug. "Just nice to see you… you know."

I know. He's doesn't need to say any more than that. I'm happy. I'm happy even if you're tucked up in a room feeling sad for something that I want you to forget already. Because at least you're safe. At least you're where I can keep an eye on you.

Sam is on a supply run because he's not stupid enough to think I'd leave you here. He didn't even bother to ask me if I wanted to go.

So, when you stumble into the room like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time, I'm the only one who gets to enjoy the sight. "You ok there, sweetheart?"

"I got lost about ten times and I still don't know where I am." There's that funny little bite back. I missed it. I don't for a second think you're fixed but you're learning to hide away the dark stuff.

I want this to be the only bad thing you need to bury. Bury this for me Y/N and I'll keep the other shit away.

"Guess I'll need to give you a tour today since you're up and at 'em."

"About that," the way you draw out your words gets my attention. It's bad news obviously because when I try to find your eyes and you're aimlessly looking around the room. "I was thinking maybe it's time for me to go home."

Shit. That's not how this is supposed to go. How can I finish fixing you if you're not here?

I need to pretend this isn't as panic-inducing as it actually is, "are you sure? You're welcome as long as you want."

Longer even.

"Oh my god. Please don't think I'm not beyond grateful. Honestly, I don't know how I would have coped at home... but I can't hide away forever. I don't want to hide away forever anyway. I have a job, at least I hope I still do and…"

"Oh yeah. You're all good. I called and let them know you'd be out for a few days."

That wasn't supposed to come out. It's weird. I know it's weird. I'm some guy who invited you to my secret bunker and now I've called your work without telling you. I wasn't planning on telling you I called them. But Y/N, you've been in that room for three days. What was I supposed to do? Let you get fired?

"You called work for me?" There's no anger in the question. When I finally dare to look at you to gauge how weirded out you are, a barely-there smile sits on your face.

Again, with the being surprised if anyone does anything for you, god it's going to take time to get you over that. "Couldn't having you get fired before you finally make the perfect burger."

My answer is enough of a throwback to your old self that you don't question my behavior.

"I've already made the perfect burger, maybe just not for you."

A hand over my chest and a pout on my lips. "You're breaking my heart."

You laugh. An actual honest to goodness laugh that rings like a bell, "wouldn't want to do that."

I could stay wrapped up in this light conversation for hours. I'd never get tired of it. Hearing you say you don't want to break my heart is a bonus. That's the promise I need, you see that about me without even trying. And I'm what you need. We're already in sync.

"Stay." The request falls from my mouth without permission making me seem desperate. You actually frown a little at the word, leaving me to scramble for a recovery. "Just for tonight, I mean. I'll give you the tour, show you my awesome kitchen and drive you home in the morning?"

It makes sense. It's past noon already, we're already head first into the afternoon. And I'm being selfish again. I want time with you where you're not in your room on a self-imposed lockdown. I'm being impatient too. Because if I let you slip through my fingers it'll be an undetermined amount of time before I get you back again.

"How awesome is this kitchen?"

"Oh honey, you won't want to leave."

Or, at least, that's what I'm hoping.

You'd marveled at the kitchen, rambled on about the stove being a classic. Scrunched your face at the ingredients on offer. I take note of everything. I'll make sure everything is how you want it next time. If it had been perfect this time maybe you wouldn't have left.

You're a good actress. When I drop you off home and walk you to the door like the gentleman you deserve there's hardly a flicker on your face. At least Carl had died without leaving bloodstains all over the place. Looking around your living room it's hard to tell he was ever here. Does that help Y/N? Does that help you pretend that you're going to be ok? You don't have to pretend for me, even if you still do. Your tone is forced, too high and there's a tremble in your smile when you see me out.

Don't worry about being alone. I'm not going far.

After you think I leave you try to avoid parts of your own home. Phone calls are made standing on the opposite side of the room. For a while, you disappear from my sight completely. Holed up in other places that aren't that room.

I don't often stick around and see this part. Sam and I usually haul ass out of town before the dust settles so I've got no clue if this is normal behavior. Watching you makes me realize how many other people we've left to feel scared in their own homes. Countless families worried about a monster they don't know how to fight while they try to sleep at night. It makes motel hopping all my life seem like a blessing. Or a necessity.

You're doing so good though. You keep forcing yourself to stand in different spots for as long as you can. I can see the way you pick somewhere to stay until awkwardness, or fear, washes over you and you retreat again. Over and over you try, shoulders locked and back straight, determined to get over this mess. It's only your first day home. And you won't even be here forever, not that you know that yet. But you're sick of being scared and you're training yourself out of it.

Of course, I should have known that the perfect girl for me would have been strong like this. Determined. More than what you seem.

Sam texts me and asks me if you got home alright. That's not what he means. He wants to know where I am. Why I'm still missing. He doesn't know that I'm too caught up in you to have lost track of the time. Sam thinks I've dropped you off and then fallen off the face of the earth, so I lie to him, again. I tell him I'm at a bar because he'll write that off as typical me behavior.

It takes an hour to drive home when I tear myself away. I'm quicker now because the journey is becoming routine. I know where that one speed trap is to avoid and the rest of the way my foot is down. The faster I drive the quicker I can come back to you.

Sam's on his laptop when the bunker door closes behind me. He barely looks up when he tells me what he thinks is good news.

"Hey, you should sleep it off. I think I found us a case."

Well, fuck. If I hadn't been sober already that right there would have done it. So much for my plans.

It takes four fucking days to kill the werewolf pack in Salt Lake City. Never mind the fact that it's the opposite direction to you and every mile we drive makes my mouth itch. They'd been good at covering their tracks, dragging the whole messy business out. Sure, we've worked cases that go on longer. Sure, what's four days in the grand fucking scheme of things? Four days is all it takes for something to happen to you if I'm not there. When we take the last of them out my silver knife ends up buried deep in the pack leaders heart. I make sure to give it an extra twist for us both. This asshole kept me from you. All I've had for four days are a few facebook updates between the constant worry. The first day it's a picture. You in your whites brandishing a big ass knife to the camera. What is it with you and waving knives around like they're not sharp? Then again, you're my girl so it kinda fits. The caption on the picture says you're back at work and people should come on down to eat. Looks to me like you're asking for trouble. Advertising your location out to every creep in a thirty-mile radius. My eye starts twitching a little after that. Then the next day you post a status update that you're thinking about looking for a new car. Goddammit Y/N, you can't wait until these werewolves are done? I've seen your taste in cars and this is not a decision you should be making without me. What's worse is the radio silence that follows that one. People comment on your update with links to used cars for sale, but you don't reply to any of them. Which means I spend the last two days of the hunt with no idea what's going on in that head of yours. No clue if you're ok. The last night in town you put me out of my misery. I'm wiping the blood off my blade and already pretty relieved to be heading home when my phone dings in my pocket. I may not be a social media guy but I know how to set up notifications. A weight I hadn't realized had been crushing my chest disappears with the sound. I wait until Sam is jogging over to Baby for the lighter fluid he forgot to take out my phone. My thumb is still bloody leaving a thick red thumbprint on the screen, it becomes a messy streak when I scroll. You've shared a video of Dr. Sexy MD. It's some dumb viral compilation but you've added a caption; Judge me all you want but I swear those COWBOY BOOTS. You're alive and more than that you're fucking perfect. "What are you smiling at?" Sam asks on his way back. It's pitch black. How does he even see my goofy grin? "Nothing. Glad to be done with all this." I gesture to the haul of dead werewolves. He nods, we’re both glad although he doesn’t know it’s not about the same things. Sam wants to stay tonight and drive fresh tomorrow which is the dumbest idea I've ever heard. I tell him as much. He huffs because he has no idea why I want to get home so bad. He doesn't need to understand as long as he shuts up and takes his shift driving while I get my four hours. I need to be fresh as a daisy when we get back since I'll be driving to you as soon as. It's a little after ten when we finally roll in the next day. Day five of not having seen you. Too long. It's not enough to know that you're ok, I need to see that you're ok. I don't even bother with an excuse when we get back to the bunker. I unload my gear same as always and then I start to leave again. When Sam asks where I'm going my eloquent answer is, "food." Not a lie this time. I'm heading to this diner I know. One with the cutest chef around. I've missed you which is why I'm going to the diner. Normally I'd avoid it because there's nowhere to hide but today I don't care if you see me. Hell, I want you to see me. It's been five goddamn days now, maybe it's time that we stopped playing games. It only takes me an hour to get there. I turn up as the breakfast crowd is leaving but before the lunch rush really starts. Despite there being tables free I walk straight up to the counter. Obviously, Carol is there, smiling like there's nothing weird about my determined stare. "What can I get for you, honey?" She asks with that familiar raspy voice. "French toast, side of bacon, coffee and some facetime with the chef please." It sounds a lot more romantic in my head. I haven't really taken into account that Carol has no idea what the fuck is going on. She doesn't know who I am, which chef I'm talking about or even that I know you. All of that is pretty evident in the confusion etched into her wrinkles. The food part of my order is written down, but she's faltered over the rest. I guess I'll have to elaborate. "Uh- is Y/N working today?" That she understands. "Sure thing, let me get her." She wanders through the door I know leads to the kitchen and I hear Carol's muffled, "Y/N, someone's asking for ya hon." Carol doesn't reappear immediately but I'm the only one at the counter and she's put my order in. Both my orders. So, it's no surprise when you burst through the door first. Like you had that first day. Your face cycles through shock and confusion, settling on an easy smile, "Dean?" I love it when you say that. "Hey, sweetheart. How you doing?" I'm so calm and collected that even I believe my act. But I did have the drive to get my shit together. You close the gap and lean on the counter, putting your weight on your forearms and leaning in. I almost expect a kiss for how close you get. Instead, it's a quiet whisper, "what are you doing here?" I'm not offended because you know what I do. You probably think I'm working a case, if I remember I'll apologize later for scaring you. Right now, I'm too distracted by having you so close. The warmth radiating from your skin makes mine glow. "In the neighborhood." Lie. "And I was hankering for something to eat. Thought I'd stop in and see how you're doing, maybe give you a second chance." See I know you Y/N. I know you better than you know yourself. And you react exactly how I expect. Luckily, I don't find predictability boring, instead, it's a comfort to know what makes you tick. You pull your head back half confused that I'm checking in on you because you don't know what you're worth. Mingled with the confusion you're half frustrated by my challenge. You still want my approval and I still haven't given it to you. Now I'm being mean, dangling the bait in front of your face. "What did you order?" "French toast and bacon." The smile becomes a grin. Mischievous and confident. "I hope you're prepared for the best thing you've ever had in your mouth." My gaze flicks down your body and I almost make a joke. The second-best thing. But I've not had the pleasure of tasting you yet so my reply will have to wait for now. I'll put it with the hundred other things I've held back until you know me as well as I know you. What I do say is more suitable for the acquaintances you think we are. "Good luck with that." You push yourself off the countertop worrying your bottom lip. If you're actually concerned about your abilities your eyes don't show it. You stare me down. Game on.

I'll admit the food is a work of fucking art. It shows up in front of me looking like it's intended for the cover of a cookbook and tastes, somehow, even better. I have to remind myself it's just French toast and bacon. Of course, it's not just either of those things.

You're a goddamn magician. Although a needy one. It's too convenient the way that you saunter back from the kitchen the very second my plate is clear.

"What's the verdict then?"

I can't prove you were watching me, but I take a gamble, your timing can't be that good. "Were you watching me eat?"

Your face flushes for being caught, "maybe."

"You little stalker." I tease hoping to keep you pink.

"Fine. I'm a creep but stop avoiding the question. What do ya think?"

You've been begging for this since day one and I don't deny you another second. I finally give you what you want. "That was awesome."

It's not enough for you, "Are you one of those guys who says awesome a lot or is that an actual compliment?"

The truth is a little of both. I'm not telling you that. "Trust me, sweetheart, it's a compliment."

"Well," you begin. It's the start of an end, I can tell. It means you're satisfied and you're heading back to work.

I'm not ready for this to be over, even for today. "Can I take you out to dinner?"

"What?" You stutter.

"You, me, dinner. It won't be as good as this but we can let someone else cook for the night." I'm not sure how I'll handle it if you turn me down at this point. I know I'm rushing but the moment felt right so the question slipped out. A lot of things seem to slip out around you. And now I'm shitting bricks because what if you say no? This is why I pick up women in bars and forgo the pretense of a date.

Your pause only convinces me you're about to say no. I'd forgotten that you're not where I am yet. Carl died a little over a week ago. Even if he was a cheating bag of dicks you must have felt something for him. There's this fear on your face and as fleeting as it is I still see it. And yet you manage to surprise me, "I'd love to. I'm- I mean I don't know when you were thinking of- I'm working late tonight but I'll get off early tomorrow?"

You don't just want to go on a date, you're actually nervous. You want this. You want me.

"Tomorrow night. Pick you up at 7?"

You stumble backward like now that I've set a time it's finally real. You duck your head and nod. If you're not the most adorable thing I've ever seen.

"Perfect. That's perfect. But I've got to…" your hand motions to the kitchen. I'm not sure I should send you back there this flustered, still I can't help the wink I throw you. It draws out another smile as you disappear.

The diner is getting busy behind me. Tables of conversations all mingling together to create this loud hum. I hadn't noticed till you left. Why would I notice anything else while you're in the room?

Tomorrow will be good and you're working late tonight. All I need to do now is make sure you get home ok. Then tomorrow I can actually spend some time with Sammy because you'll be safe at work, and then safe with me.

The parking lot out the back of the diner is big considering. Purpose built for the place and poorly lit. Pretty perfect really. I can sit the Impala in a far corner and disappear. Y/N, baby, why is it always you? I'd been satisfied with our plans. I'd only come back to make sure you got home and locked your door tight. That's it. I might be anxious for being away for so long. Or you do this to me, you bring this protective side out of me. Either way, I was seeing you safe so I could get some sleep. And now there's this. Or him. It's always some sleazebag with you. Not that I blame you. You can't help it if you attract them. You can't help being a dangerous combination of beautiful and trusting. All the things that made me notice you are exactly the things that lure in creeps. If anything, I should have expected this, I guess. To think, if I hadn't come back. Everything seems fine at first, from a distance. You and one of the younger waitresses are leaving the backdoor together. He follows behind you, locking up and honestly? It looks like any three regular co-workers's having a conversation. The girl even laughs at something you say before wandering off to her car. At least someone else is laughing at your jokes, huh? Then the problem presents itself because fucking hell Y/N why is your car parked so much further away? Of course, this slime ball parked himself next to you. You gave him the perfect opportunity. Hidden in the darkness I see the ways your shoulders tense when he wraps an arm around you. Apparently telling a joke that required him to touch you. He shouldn't be fucking touching you. You are not his to touch. It's the way your body recoils that makes my blood boil. The way your face winces has me holding the steering wheel so tightly the whites of my knuckles look ready to pop. This guy can't take a hint and you're too sweet to tell him. My hand hovers over the handle of my car door. Screw the explanation of why I'm there. I'm ready to tear this guy a new one. I don't jump quite yet. You look so relieved as you finally reach that square of tarmac that separates your cars. This is where you go your separate ways. He still doesn't see how awkward you are. Except this son of a bitch probably does, he just doesn't care. I'm willing you to walk away and I can see you want to. It's not for lack of trying. It's for lack of this prick getting a clue. He takes another step. Too close, too quickly. Then his hand settles on your arm. He's testing the waters and you're standing there probably frozen in fear. This guy is your boss and you like your job, I think anyway. My jaw is probably ticking in time to the beat of your panicked heart. His hand squeezes your arm and then slides upwards, his thumb brushing over your cheek. I find the door that time. It opens with a squeak neither of you hears across the empty space. Or you might hear it. It might be what spurs you into action, being watched. Either way in the next second you jump back into the metal of your car. Your hands form a barrier between you both, flat where they would be pushing against his chest if you could stand to touch him. You book it to your car from there, leaving your new psycho speechless. While I'm proud of you for stopping this before you can truly sink back into your old patterns of falling for losers there's still a little problem I find myself needing to deal with.

Did you know that in the great state of Kansa's if a car is left by the side of the road for more than 48 hours it gets towed? After that letters are sent. Then after 30 days, they auction the car off. This is important. Kansas will destroy my evidence for me. There's nothing strange about being the only two cars on this particular stretch of road. It's early evening and the sun has already begun going down, plus it's a quiet stretch; used by those few who need it. When I flash my lights in his mirror it's still not crazy because that stuff happens all the time. He pulls over because he doesn't have a reason not to. I'm one guy. I pull up behind him I ask if he's got jumper cables since I think my battery's dying. If he was nervous then it disappears at such a goddamn reasonable request. That's what makes this whole thing go so smoothly. My words are ordinary enough that he doesn't question the fact that you only jump start a dead battery. So, he's an idiot as well as a fucking creep. He's hunched over his trunk and wading through the crap he keeps in there when it happens. I happen. His head slams into the car beneath him. Enough to hurt and see the stars that haven't finished coming out yet. I didn't want to spill blood. Blood is messy and telling. Blood makes this a murder instead of an abandoned car. Nobody misses a monster but this guy is a regular joe. He might be a creep who inappropriately touches his staff; doesn't mean he'll disappear easily. I mean, I'll be making sure he disappears, it just needs to happen the right way. No blood, which is why I don't hit his head hard enough to spill any. Although that also means he's not unconscious. He's dazed and confused as he falls to the ground. It only takes seconds before he's looking up at me from the floor. Anger trying to mix with confusion like oil and water. Unlike him I'm calm. This isn't something I decided to do ten minutes ago. This is something I knew I would do for you the minute I met you. This is all for you. He sealed his own fate the moment he touched you. God, it probably wasn't even the first time. It was just the first time I saw him lay hands. He finally spits out something, "what the fuck man?" Not what I'd pick for last words but that's just me. The road is still quiet. It's a little darker now. The sky is a few shades blacker. Hardly noticeable to people who aren't wondering if it's enough to get away with murder at the side of the road. It is enough though. Between the evening shadows and dragging him out of sight, I shouldn't have any problems at all. He's struggling but still pretty out of it, until my weight pins him down and my hands wrap around his throat. See Y/N, I don't want to do this. Not really. I get no joy out of feeling his airways close under my grip, even if he got in our way. His scrambling hands trying to push at my arms only remind me that I'm killing a normal, albeit sleazy, guy. This isn't a monster that's killed innocent people. This guy is the innocent. So, no, I'm not enjoying this. This isn't for my satisfaction. It's for you. Saving you. Hunting assholes. My new business. Feeling his windpipe tense and release against my thumbs, fighting for air, it's all for you. All I see is you in my mind, not him as I end whatever pathetic life he leads. I know you don't know this yet Y/N, baby, but I'll do anything for you. Less than thirty seconds and he stops fighting. His arms fall limp by his sides. Another twenty seconds and his eyes roll back until they close. He's out but he's not dead and knowing the difference is one of the many reasons I'll get away with this. I know things. All the better to protect you. It takes three minutes for the brain, even one as small as his, to die without oxygen. I keep pressing my weight on his throat for five. The last thing I need is him waking up in the trunk. In the end he goes out like Carl. Choking. Dying for doing you wrong. Fitting really. There's dirt on my knees when I get up which is fucking annoying. And there's no time now. I'm sure you'll understand but I don't want you to have to understand. I want everything to be perfect. Tonight I show you how you deserve to be treated. Showing up looking like a kindergartener who scrapped his knees is not how this goes. Dick face, probably should have learned his name, goes into the truck nice and easy since he's not stiff yet. So, that's a win at least. I'm still cautious though since you're going to be in the car. His hands cuffed behind his back and ankles stuck together. Duct tape over his mouth even if his skin is too cold to be living. Can't take any risks tonight Y/N, not when I'm picking you up for our first date.

I'd changed jeans in a gas station bathroom and washed the death off my hands; I'm respectful like that.

It was never going to be enough.

You come to the door in this dress that floats on the air as you walk and fuck me, cowboy boots. Brown, worn and weathered cowboy boots. And as if that wasn't enough you're sporting this smile like you've been waiting all day for me. I'm the luckiest son of a bitch to walk the planet and all I can think to do is blow out this silent whistle on an out breath.

"Sorry, I had no idea how nice to dress and... is it too much?"

I know it hasn't been long, not long enough to touch you, but I reach out for your chin anyway, lifting your face to look at me. "Don't you ever apologize for looking this beautiful sweetheart."

Another smile for me. Tonight, it's all about how many of those I can earn.

You slide into the passenger seat and cross one leg over the other. You know exactly what you're doing. How your hem bounces up your thigh a little. If your plan is to make me question taking you for food, instead of taking you to a bar to drink till we're naked, well done. I'm an idiot.

I actually scoured yelp for the restaurant we do finally make it to. Hours spent reading reviews until I found somewhere that not everyone hated. You're better than going to a bar, for the first date anyway. Not even your skin show will change my mind.

I'm kind of wishing I took you somewhere even fancier than the little Italian though. Except you tell me you've been meaning to try this place when I do the whole holding your chair thing for you. You're getting the whole nine yards from me tonight. And you make every second worth it.

All it takes is, "tell me about yourself," after the orders are in and you're away. Every time you push the conversation towards me I hand it straight back. Do you think you're talking too much? If you do, then you clearly don't understand what's going on. I want to know everything. I want to know all the things I already know, from your own lips, and then I want to hear the rest too.

If you give me all of you I swear I'll keep it safe.

Besides I'm not in a rush. Not like I have a dead guy in the trunk or anything.

Continue to Chapter 4

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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 years

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X marks the spot !!!!

Part 8- Brooke POV

End of summer

Smut, cussing, drugs, drama, errors, mention of abuse, bullying, etc

I really did have to pee.

I made a beeline for the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Wtf did Lily want to talk about? Mark didn’t want her!

Suddenly I remembered Marks’ seemingly innocent question (at the time) about fighting a girl for him.

Jesus.

Having a hot ass boyfriend had its downsides. I checked myself over in the mirror, and tied my hair back in a bun, just in case it popped off with this Lily girl. Might as well apply some mascara and lipstick too. I only was wearing a bathing suit, but not much I could do about that now.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Bex and Lily having a heated, yet quiet discussion. Lily had a phone out, while Bex was trying to make her put it away. Bex didn’t want me to see it. Lily did. I was a little curious, but before I could say anything Mark stormed in the room.

“What the fuck is this?” Mark yelled at nobody in particular.

All three of us froze and looked at Mark. With it being quiet now, I could hear the audio playing on the phone. It almost sounded like Mark’s voice.... Ok, now I was real fucking curious.

Lily and my eyes met, and I couldn’t help but notice just how utterly desperate and sad she looked. I felt a pang of pity for her. It must have been hard losing Mark. I wonder what happened between them.

Shit, what had Bex said?

Bex grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her past Mark. If looks could kill, then Lily would have been struck dead by the nastiest glare, I’d ever seen Mark produce. He looked positively livid. This was that Mark I hadn’t recognized from earlier. I hope I never was on the receiving end of one of these looks...

“I’ll take Lily downstairs, and you guys probably wanna talk. Don’t fuck in my bed or break anything.” Bex said with a warning tone and closed the door.

Mark looked pissed. He wasn’t moving, but his gaze followed me as I walked to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what to say.

On the one hand, he’d resisted his ex for me. But on the other hand, what was that video, and why was she trying to show me? Would I be betraying my fellow females if I just let it go? Why did Bex want to keep it from me?

I didn’t know what to do, so I got my make up out and started to touch it up. Any girl will tell you, a lot of decisions are made, touching up their make up.

“Baby? Why were you hanging out with her?” Mark walked in the bathroom and held me around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder, carefully watching my reaction to his question.

“She followed me up, and I just literally came out of the bathroom when you showed up. She wanted to show me something on her phone, but Bex wouldn’t allow it. No big deal.” I shrugged.

His face fell, and he looked like he was about to cry. The desperation in his eyes and utter panic broke my heart. Whatever was in that video was, it had him freaked out.

“Did you guys make a porno or something?” I teased flicking my eyes up to his, to gauge his reaction now.

“Brooke, I am so sorry, I was young, and it seemed cool at the time but ...

My stomach flipped, and I DID NOT want to hear this, so I turned around and kissed him to shut him up. “I love you,” I said without pulling our lips apart.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Mark kept saying over and over as he kissed me all over my face. I giggled, and he looked me straight in the eyes and it took my breath away. He is so beautiful. “You’re mine. I never want to lose you. I only want you ever.” He looked so sincere.

He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom vanity untying my swim bottoms and moving my bathing suit top triangles over, so my breasts were completely exposed. He was so gentle and careful, licking each nipple while looking up at me.

He stood up and gently held my face in both hands and kissed me passionately, letting out a sexy little groan before stepping back and looking at me. “I love you so much. It makes me almost crazy. I never felt this way for anyone. I almost had a fucking meltdown when I saw you with her. Promise me you won’t be friends with her or any of her fucking friends. Promise.”

“Mark.... you're ridiculous.” I giggled trying to pull him back in, but he wouldn’t budge.

He glared at me and in a low almost threatening tone he said through gritted teeth, “promise. Me. Now.”

“Ooooh or what?” I teased with a big shitty smile on my face.

Before I could even react, he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me over to the bed, roughly slinging me down, as he got on top of me. No smily or playful Mark. I wasn’t scared, because I believed in my heart he’d never hurt me, but I was alarmed with this behavior.

“Bex said not to fuck on her bed,” I said in an effort to lighten the mood, and maybe change the subject.

“You think that’s what I wanna do? Fuck you? Why? Cuz you’re a fucking whore? You’re like your new fucking whore besties?” He seethed.

“Mark, why are you acting this way? When did I become a whore?” I’d never been so confused in my life. Where on earth was this coming from all of a sudden?

“I don’t know! That’s a good fucking question!!! I thought you were my sweet, perfect, baby girl, ride or die!!! I thought that you wanted to make me happy, and never would lie to me, or cheat on me, but now I bring you to one fucking party, and you are getting buddy-buddy with my fucking ex! WHY DONT YOU MAKE A FUCKING VIDEO GRINDING ON THOSE BITCHES? WHILE MAKING OUT IN BATHING SUITS? YOU MIGHT GET A FEW HUNDRED LIKES! Hashtag FUCKING SLUTS!” Mark screamed in my face at the end there.

I couldn’t help it, I was trying to hold back tears and catch my breath, but the more he went on, it just got worse, and I burst out crying.

Mark immediately went from menacing glare, to concerned puppy dog eyes. “Oh, my god baby! Baby! Look at me, don’t cry. I love you. I’m sorry. I’m drunk.”

I couldn’t look at him. I don’t know why I was straight up hysterically crying, choking and heaving, but I was, and I wasn’t going to look at him.

He got off of me and paced back and forth, grabbing his head. After a few minutes. I looked over at him, and he was coming towards me with tissues.

He took some out, and picked me up like a baby and sat on the bed, cradling me in his arms. This was my Mark. He looked so loving and caring and He was so pretty.

I bet I looked terrible and crazy. I couldn’t remember why I even got so upset. I hated fighting with him. I couldn’t think straight.

All I knew is, I needed Mark to want me still. Looking back, this probably was a huge red flag, and I should of got my shit and left. But I was an idiot over him. “Mark?” My voice was all raspy from my crying fit.

He looked in my eyes, and I could feel the panic returning as a lump rose in my throat... “What is it, beautiful girl?”

I started to shake with sobs again, but he brought our faces together, and he kissed me hungrily, boogers, tears and all.

He stood up still kissing me and carried me back in the bathroom, setting me back on the counter.

“I’m so sorry, Brooke, I’m so sorry.” He peppered kisses all over my face.

He stepped back and looked me over as I tried to hide my face. He took my chin and moved my face up, looking in my eyes adoringly. “you are the most beautiful fucking bitch on the motherfucking planet, and you’re all mine. I’m sorry I acted like a dick. You gotta listen, I love you so much, I go crazy.”

He began kissing me again, moving down my chest. He started to suck on one breast while he toyed with the other with his hand. Biting and licking my nipple, and then blowing on it, so it was at attention. Then he switched Breasts and took that hand and put it into my core. I was so turned on his fingers slipped in easily. He let out his sexy Mark growl, and I reached for his cock. I was shocked how I could go from hysterical basket-case, to bitch in heat in no time flat, But I wanted him so bad.

“Ah, ah. Not yet. I want to taste my perfect little pussy first.”

He spread my legs and got on his knees and went to work, all while his gorgeous green eyes peered up at me. He added his hand to the equation and I was now on the brink.

“ you going to come for me baby?”

I nodded quickly grabbing his hair and pushing his face back into my pussy. I was so close, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed him by his hairagain, and pulled him up, crushing his mouth with a kiss as he freed himself, and shoved himself deep inside me.

“Oh my god baby. I love this pussy, is it my pussy?” He whimpered in my ear as he slammed into me. So desperate and eager. I’d never felt so wanted in my life as I did right then.

He pulled his face back, so he could fully see me, while still thrusting at a feverish pace. He grabbed my face gently and looked deep in my eyes. Searching my eyes, for something, he suddenly grabbed my bun, forcing my head back, so I was looking straight up.

Biting my collarbone, his thrusts were becoming very erratic, and I knew he was close. I knew just what to say, to push him over the edge;

“I’m yours.”

“I want to put a baby in you,” Mark said.

“Wait. What?” I asked, eyes big as dinner plates, snapping my head back down to meet his eyes.

“I want you to have my baby.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was so hot. He didn’t mean it, and was just caught up in the moment, so I just played along.

“You wanna be a Daddy for real? Put a baby inside me, so we are yours forever? Then Cum inside me, Mark.” I said breathlessly.

His mouth fell open, and he bit my swollen lower lip. I grabbed the back of his head and sloppily made out with him as He convulsed and stuttered his load deep inside me. He let out a loud “fuck” and twitched to a stop, letting out a big exhale.

He pressed his forehead to mine, smiling. “Let’s just stay like this forever.” He whispered.

“Bex might get mad.”

“Nah, she’s cool, and we’re sexy. Who wouldn’t want to see us every time they go to the bathroom?”

I giggled and pushed him back, sliding him out of me, and hopped off the counter. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. I felt his cum dripping down my leg, so I hopped in and rinsed off. I turned around to find him staring intensely at me.

“I meant everything I said.” He said kissing my forehead.

I didn’t think he’d bring it up, so I didn’t know what to say. Not really able to process what he was saying in my intoxicated state, I went with my auto-response of “oh baby.”

He looked down at me Green eyes flashing, and his swollen lips parted just a little bit. His hair was falling into his face, and he seemed so vulnerable and pure.

He needed me to protect him. Fuck Lily. My beautiful baby was different, and no one was going to make me love him less.

Oh boy, I really do love him.

“Why do you want a kid so bad?”I asked curiously.

“I don’t want a kid as much as I just want to own you. Let everyone know I fucked you, and I’m the only one that gets to, and here’s my proof.”

“That’s got to be the least romantic answer, I’ve ever heard.”

“Plus imagine how fucking cute they’d be. Get off the birth control and let’s try.”

“Mark! You’re tripping. We are too young and I’m not going anywhere.” I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled into his chest.

After getting no response, I looked up into Marks eyes and was perplexed by his expression. He had the most expressive eyes but sometimes they were impossible to read. This was one of those times. “Look how beautiful my boyfriend is.” I said with a big cheesy smile.

He cracked a half hearted smile. “I love you so much Brooke. I don’t know how to handle it. I’m obsessed with you.” He rubbed his nose against mine.

Time to lay it on thick. I was taking advantage of this moment! This was the type of stuff you read about, or saw in movies, but right here, right now, I was living it. “Mark I love you. You couldn’t get rid of me, if you tried.”

He smiled warmly down at me. “I love you more princess.” He embraced me rocking back and forth for a few moments and I just looked in the mirror at us, and then at my face. Boy did I look rough. I needed like a whole new face of make up, and all I had was mascara and lip gloss. Maybe Bex would let me—

“Baby, What are you thinking about?” He interrupted my thoughts.

Shit. Better not say eyeshadow.

. “Just how lucky I am to have a boyfriend that’s as madly in love with me as I am him.” Okay, so maybe that was bullshit, but it was true. Before Mark, I didn’t believe I could feel so strongly for someone, and they would feel the same.

He released me and turned off the water before handing me a towel and getting out. He dried off quickly and got dressed while I was still drying my hair. He grabbed my bathing suit bottoms and tied them back on me, double knotting each side. He grabbed a brush and started to brush my hair.

“I feel like one of those monkeys on the Discovery Channel. How are you at eyeliner?”

“I love making MY baby the prettiest girl in all of America... maybe even the world.” He did a cheesy Dr. Evil laugh, and then we both just started laughing like idiots. The more I tried to stop, the worse the laughing fit became.

Finally able to breathe again, he took my hand and lead me downstairs. If I hadn’t been so crazy in love, I might have noticed the infuriated glare from the petite blonde on the couch. Or maybe I’d have caught Bex’s worried face, as she looked between Bex and us. But I didn’t catch any of that.

All I could see, was Mark.

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 6 years

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ok but like,, how do you think demon harry would feel is angel/human y/n got her first tattoo?? i can’t stop thinking about it??

I think he’d be super happy and supportive but also lowkey cocky because, “A tattoo, huh? I must be wearing off on you an awful lot. Don’t think Daddy would be too fond of that.”

Harry would definitely try to help her pick one out because she isn’t exactly sure of what she wants yet, but she’s one-hundred percent positive the she wants one. They’d be looking through little booklets and magazines for cute symbols or blurbs of words and phrases that stand out. Her eyes are skimming over a picture of a cluster of planets and stars when they suddenly catch on the cross tattoo on Harry’s hand as it glints under the buttery light of their bedroom lamp, standing out black and shiny against his lightly tanned skin.

She reaches over and brushes the tip of her index finger over it softly, tracing the image thoughtfully as his own fingers seize their concentrated movement over the photos in the magazine.

“It’s kinda funny,” he speaks up, staring down at the inking with a small, amused smirk. “I got that tat as a joke— because you know how I just love being an ironic prick— but ever since I met you… it’s taken on a new meaning.”

Y/N glances up at him with mild surprise, eyes dampening slightly as he gives her a gentle, loving quirk of his lips. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm.” Harry leans in and plants a caring kiss to her supple cheek, ghosting the cold tip of his nose over her’s. “Now, the tattoo reminds me of you. I like having it on my body— makes me feel like you’re always with me, even when you’re away, y’know? A small, permanent memory of my little piece of heaven.” He pauses for a second, his grin widening in realization at his unintended joke. “Literally.”

Y/N can’t help but melt into him, hiding her face away in his neck and pressing her warm lips to where a steady pulse would normally reside— a simple gesture, yet intimate in its own way. Her words come out garbled, muffled by his skin. “You’re such a romantic.”

Harry chuckles lightly, wrapping a lean arm around her shoulders to hang down her back, snuggling her into his side protectively. “Can y’blame me? Was just the way I was raised.”

And that’s when it dawns on her— it pops into her mind as he cradles her to his hard, comforting chest and presses soothing kisses atop her head while swaying her ever so slightly, cooing loving pet names into her ear while slowly lulling her to sleep.

Y/N refuses to tell Harry what she’s getting, insisting that it be a surprise. And if there’s one thing he knows about her is that when she’s insistent on something, she won’t budge.

She does, however, allow him to do everything up until the actual tattoo appointment, which includes picking the place where the ink will go.

“Can’t be somewhere in plain sight because you’ll get caught,” he pauses, snapping his fingers in the air for emphasis, “like that. It’s gotta be in a place very few see.”

Y/N doesn’t even have to look up at him to know he’s got that childish, shit-eating grin cracking his face in half.

“Don’t even think about it.” She grumbles, glaring up at him scoldingly.

Harry plumps his lips into a pout, voice whiney. “You’re no fun.”

It is settled that she’ll get the tattoo on the back of her shoulder, a bit closer to the center of the expanse of her back rather than right behind her shoulder blade. It’ll be just out of sight, but in a place where she think will look elegant.

She goes in for the procedure and Harry is left to wallow in boredom in the waiting room, crossing his legs and bouncing his foot over his knee rhythmically, tracing the threads in the rips of his jeans until his finger goes red. He slumps further into the seat with a heavy, annoyed sigh, looking around absentmindedly at all of the example art mounted on the walls of the small parlor.

A large, cut-throat looking man lumbers over and takes up almost two seats, three chairs down from Harry and for some odd, sudden, unexplained reason, the demon’s stomach feels like it is about to plummet out of his ass.

He gives the bald, bearded, biker-jacket clad lug a quick once-over, his curious gaze catching on a certain inked image that ripples over the man’s humongous bicep.

Harry leans over a tad, the edges of his lips coiling upwards with slight interest and airy amusement with an undertone of sarcasm that only he interprets. “Nice tat, mate.”

The boulder of a human looks over his bulky shoulder at the one Harry is staring at, taking a second to find it amidst all of the others. His voice is as deep and rumbly as one would expect. “Thanks.”

Harry gives a polite nod, going back to minding his own business and grinning to himself at how paranoid and fearful humans can be, yet so on point.

The tattoo had been a pentagram with protective sigils etched into the peaks. That would explain why his insides felt like they were starting to boil.

Harry casually rises up from his seat when the warding begins to get more irritating, trailing over to the area with an array of flower designs, instinctively scratching at the large rose on his left forearm. Maybe Y/N was getting a flower. She seems like a lavender sprig kind of girl.

When she finally emerges from the room, Harry nearly tackles her with excitement, taking her hands in his large ones and holding her at an arm’s length away, inspecting her from head to toe eagerly. “Well?!”

Y/N turns with her back to him, moving her hair to one side and using her free hand to reach over her shoulder and push the fabric of her Avengers t-shirt down a bit.

“Whoaaaa!” Harry exclaims with faux shock. “In front of everyone, pet? Scandalous!”

“Oh, hush! Just look.”

He approaches closer, thumb coming up to hook on the material of her shirt to keep it from covering up the small tattoo, her own hand falling back to her side now that he has the article of clothing under control. She awaits his reaction anxiously, eyelashes fluttering as she feels his hot breath fanning over sore skin.

Harry peels back the protective gauze and blinks at the fresh ink marking her, feeling a range of emotions dive-bomb into his chest all at once.

Y/N had gotten what looks to be a pair of tiny, free-floating devil horns etched into her back, along with a matching pointed tail. The whole thing is about the width of his index and two middle fingers pressed together— big enough to be seen with intent, but small enough to go undetected to someone not searching for it. The drawing is outlined with black and colored in with bright red and it’s simple and delicate and dainty, yet naughty and ominously dirty, especially on her. Especially on his sweet little angel who gets all squirmy whenever he calls her pretty and whose cheeks get warm whenever he kisses her. Who gets shy when he holds her hand and giggles when he blows raspberries into her neck and can’t even sit in his lap without fidgeting because she’s so wholesome and untainted. But here she is, with devil horns and a demon tail permanently colored onto her for the rest of eternity.

And all for him.

“Do you like it?” Y/N’s voice pipes up, soft-spoken and hesitant, her neck craning further to the side to try and gauge his reaction. “You said the cross on your hand was for me, so I thought I’d get one for you, as well, and make it my first because…well…” he can see her eyes start to glow just the faintest bit. “Because you were a lot of my firsts.”

Harry swallows thickly, feeling a certain pin-pricking in the rear of his eyes as his emotions stir behind the calm, collected facade printed on his face. He nods slowly, and then with more emotion, the edges of his mouth jolting upwards with a certain overwhelming glee that turns his black heart into a puddle of goo within his hard, scarred chest. His voice comes out cracked with sentiment, communicating how much he truly cherishes this gift, even if it is only the size of three of his fingers. “I love it, sweetheart. Thank you so much.”

Harry leans down, kissing just outside the ring of skin that is tinted and swollen (he wouldn’t want to cause her any pain, obviously), and covering the tattoo back up with the gauze. “It’s absolutely adorable, just like you.”

Y/N turns around timidly in his arms, releasing a teeny laugh as he brings her further into his embrace and presses suckling pecks all over her cheeks, neck, forehead, nose, and just about anywhere his lips can reach. Harry pulls back from his attack to let her catch her bearings, a dirty thought managing to wriggle its way into his brain and out of his mouth. “Wanna know something, babe?”

“Mmh?”

He cups the back of her head gently, bringing her ear to rest against his chin so that his warm words caress over the shell and send a buzzing down her cheeks and neck.

“Can’t wait to see how the tat looks with my teeth marks around it.”

#demon!harry #drabble

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ladye11e · 6 years

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Deception pt 9

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Shay Cormac/Reader

SFW

Tagging @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 @i-wontgivein @imakemyownblog 💕

Link to the full fic so far is Here

Ten... Eleven.... Twel...

You stopped in your tracks and rubbed your eyes when you finally reached Pier Twelve, not quite believing what was in front of you. Not the run down little tug boat that you were expecting, but a very expensive looking yacht. You guessed that it was some fifty feet long, the water reflecting off its black and white hull making it look like it was sparkling, and its four huge red sails fluttered gently in the breeze. Walking down a little futher to check the signpost to make sure you were definitely in the right place, you leaned to the side to get a better look when you saw the name of the boat on the back in gold italic writing.

The Morrigan

The Irish goddess of war? Fairly fitting you supposed, given who it belonged to. Your eyes flickered over to the walkway when you spotted a tall, lithe man climb down the ladder and bound over to you with a wide grin, making you slightly perplexed as you didn't know that there was someone else coming along too. "

Ah, you must be (name)! Nice to finally meet you, I'm Christoper. Or Gist, eithers fine by me! I'll be going with you, I'm Shays best friend. He's down below making preparations to set sail, so I'll show you where you'll be staying."

Smiling wildly at his enthusiasm, you handed him your bag when he gestured for you to give it to him, following him aboard and over the top deck. You were more and more awestruck at each passing step, eyeing up the numerous sun loungers and jacuzzi with a bar attached to the side as you were led down downstairs and through a warmly lit, long wooden pannelled corridor, coming to a stop at a door on the right just before you got to the end. You could have literally scraped your jaw off the floor as you stepped into your room, wondering how the hell Shay could have possibly afforded something like this. Second thoughts, maybe you didn't want to know.

"Not bad hmm? I'll give you a few minutes to sort out your things, come back upstairs and I'll give you the grand tour ok?"

"Umm, oh-kay?"

Gist chuckled and dropped your bag on your kingsize bed; patting you on the shoulder briefly whist you continued to stare wide eyed at your surroundings, before almost skipping out and closing the door behind him. The second you knew you were alone you squealed and jumped onto the soft mattress, sighing as you sunk into the soft pillow top. Propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look around better, your enthusiasm wained slighty when you remembered just whos lavish abode this was. You were guessing that Haytham had ordered him to take you to London, so that would make life on board more uncomfortable than it already was, and your brow furrowed at the thought of having to make awkward conversation for however long this trip would take. Christopher seemed nice enough at least, so hopefully it wouldn't be too bad? Scooting yourself to the edge of the bed, you unzipped your bag and started taking out your clothes, scoffing when you realised that you were only going to end up using two out of the eight drawers, and less than a quarter of the large double wardrobe with your belongings.

After quickly flicking through almost every channel known to man on the 50" TV in your room and doing stupid echo voices in your obscenely large en suite bathroom, you made your way back up to the top deck to find Gist sat on one of the loungers with a laptop perched on his legs, checking the weather for the next few days. Your mouth formed todays favourite dropped position when you glanced over the rail to see Boston a mere speck in the distance, looking up to see the sails at full mast and bellowing in the wind.

"I didn't even know we had left, I didn't feel us move?"

Christoper grinned as he snapped the laptop shut and stood up next to you, grabbing your arm and linking it with his as he walked you to the other side of the deck.

"The Morrigan is a fine ship, as smooth as they come. The engine has been modified to more than double its original capacity, and with the sails, well lets just say there's none other that can match it, in either speed or maneuverbility. I've been looking after her while Shays been shall we say, in hiding? The weather looks good for the next few days, so we should be in London in less than a week. Now how about that tour hmm?"

Feeling slightly exhausted at trying to keep up with Gists rapid pace; both in walking and talking, you leant on the wall as he opened yet another door to reveal the room to you, leaning forward to just poke your head inside.

"And this is the sauna. Good for relaxing after a hard days work."

A sauna?! A bloody sauna?? After seeing the jacuzzi and bar up close, fully fitted kitchen, gym, two dining rooms, internal and external lounge areas, AND three of the other five bedrooms on board, you shouldn't have been surprised really, but you still were.

"What's next? Some secret lab hidden behind that wall? Oh god, there is, isn't there?!"

He laughed and winked at you as he closed the door and nudged you so you would carry on walking back up the deck towards the stairs, linking your arm through his in a way that you had become more than accustomed to over the past hour and a half.

"Unfortunately not, although thinking about it that actually wouldn't be a bad idea. We do have an armoury down below, but I'm assuming you brought your own weapons? The last place is the helm."

"Of course, a girls gotta have her own toys."

You smirked as his eyebrows pretty much shot through the roof at your last comment.

You inadvertently tensed up as you climbed the steps to the uppermost deck, forcing yourself to relax when you realised you were squeezing Gists arm so hard. If he noticed your jerking reaction to where you were about to go, he obviously didn't care or chose to ignore it as he pretty much pushed you inside, making you stumble forward slightly as you entered the room.

"Last destination on our grand tour, the helm. I presume you have seen the forecast Shay? Clear sailing for the next week."

You stood there fidgiting with your cuff nervously whilst Shay and Christopher conversed about the voyage, unsure of what to say or do while you were in here so you settled on glancing at the numerous computers and instruments, of which you knew absolutely nothing about. Just as you were about to turn towards the door and make a sneaky exit while they were both distracted, Gist suddenly turned around and spotted you reaching for the handle; narrowing his eyes just ever so slightly, leaping towards you with amazing speed and blocking your only escape route out of the one place that you didn't want to be.

"I Suppose I had better get on with checking downstairs, you will be alright finding your way back after you've done looking around dear?"

Before you even had a chance to complain, he pushed his way past you and left the room to leave you and Shay alone, making you test the handle when you heard it click as soon as it shut; scowling when it wouldn't budge as you attempted to turn it.

"Asshole" you muttered under your breath as you let your hand drop, deciding it was pointless trying again to get out. Gauging Shays tense posture out of the corner of your eye, you did the only thing that you could do whist stuck in here; attempt the dreaded small talk.

"Thanks for taking me. Nice yacht."

"No problem."

Shuffling to the other side of the room and staring out the window at the calm sea so you wouldn't get as riled up when he didn't even bother turning to you as he spoke, you wracked your brain to try and figure out why on earth he would be acting this way when it was him that led you on, not the other way around. Coming up with absolutely nothing, you grit your teeth and took a deep breath, trying once more to engage him in some sort of conversation so you didn't have to avoid being in the same room as him the rest of the way.

"Christoper's nice, he said that it would only take five or so days to get to London?"

"Yep."

Thats it!! Stamping your foot in anger at his one word answer, you stormed over to the door with every intention of ripping it off its hinges, suddenly very confused when you turned the handle and it opened straight away. Barging past Gist with a huff when he was coming back up the stairs, you ignored his startled expression and almost ran back down into your room, slamming the door shut with a resounding bang behind you.

Shays POV

"Well, she is a little firecracker! Pretty too, I can see why you like her Shay."

He didn't say anything at first when Gist came in and sat down in the seat next to him, glancing at him briefly and sighing when he saw that he was staring intently and waiting for an answer.

"Bit more than like mate, but thats been thrown out the window. She's avoided me like the plague since that do, and I'll be damned if I can figure out why. She wouldn't be here now if Kenway hadn't asked her to, and I'm not chasing after her."

"Why not?"

"Because I ain't done nothing wrong! She's the one who blew me off, not the other way around. An don't be an arse and hold the door shut so she thinks it locked again." Shay growled through his teeth, not at all happy at Gists meddling but calmed down slightly when he raised his hands and shook his head in defeat.

"Fine, I was just trying to help. Maybe you should just ask her? There's obviously still something there, or you wouldn't be getting so worked up about it."

Shay stared at the radar and turned the wheel slightly when he saw that he had drifted few degrees off course, wishing that he hadn't said anything to him now. But as usual, Gist was spot on with his observations. He couldn't deny the sparks between you whenever you were around him, getting stronger every day since he had first laid eyes on you. Even just thinking about you made him forget all of the terrible things that he had done in his life, and that night at the ball? Well. That wasn't just flirting, and he actually believed for the first time that there could have been more between you. So much more. He thought maybe that he had gone too far, gotten his signals mixed up, but whenever he closed his eyes and remembered the way you were when you had been dancing together he knew that he hadn't. Your dilated pupils, the way you trembled everytime he touched your body, not to mention the soft moans that passed your sweet lips that he longed to have morph into his name. And if that wasn't enough, the damp patch on his trousers after he pressed his leg between yours was a dead giveaway. You definitely wanted him as much as he wanted you, and judging from the whispers he'd overheard as he was pushing his way through the crowd to complete the mission, he wasn't the only one to think that. But since then you had completely rebuffed him, ignoring his messages and calls, not even bothering to let him know that you were alright after your assignment. And that hurt, more than he thought it would have done. It had been a very long time since he had let his guard down like that, with anyone, but now it was back up in full force, refusing to let anyone in again.

"Well you're wrong, so stop interfering. She definitely didn't go back to the hotel?"

Christopher scoffed at Shay completely contradicting himself in a single sentence, shaking his head in reply as he silently plotted how to get you and his friend alone in the same room again.

"No. Although I was busy for about an hour, but I would have noticed someone come in."

"Busy?! You didn't..."

Shay scowled at his so called best friend when he shrugged his shoulders and adorned a huge grin, winking slowly in not so subtly hinting on what he had gotten up to that night.

"You had some skank in my room?! Ya better not have been at it on my bed!"

"Well, I needed something to do to pass the time, and as you weren't able to come back I thought it would be a shame to let such a lovely piece of furniture like that go to waste."

"You dirty bastard." Shay grumbled under his breath. "I'm getting it burned as soon as we get back. Second thoughts, you take the wheel, I'm gonna call them right now."

Gist erupted in laughter as Shay got up and literally threw every single profanity in the book at him before stomping off to call the hotel, making some obscene hand gestures behind his back before making his way outside to get a better signal.

Taking off your jacket and throwing it on the sofa, you flopped down on the seat and rubbed your face briefly when it began to ache from frowning. Well what a great start. Not only would you have to spend the entire time avoiding someone- on a boat of all places, but you'd probably just annoyed the one person who would have made it at least tolerable being here. You completely regretted your decision coming here, but there was nothing you could do about it now. Finally getting your thumbprint to recognise so you could unlock your new 'Piece of crap phone' as you now dubbed it, you messaged Connor to tell him you would be in London by Wednesday at the latest; breathing a sigh of relief when he text back that he wouldn't be there until Thursday and to go straight to the Curio shop, not the Fryes train as previously instructed. That was just fine with you, as you had actually planned on staying there anyway. Glancing around to try and find something to distract you for a while, you snapped your fingers when you remembered that there was a gym down the hall. Yanking open your drawers to find something suitable to wear; not thinking that you would need exercise clothing whilst you were away, you had to settle on what you had brought along to sleep in. Getting changed into your black tank top and very short shorts, you grabbed a towel from the bathroom along with your phone and headphones, bringing up your relaxing yoga app as you left the room.

Shay was pacing the deck whist he was put on hold yet again for making such an unorthodox request- he knew he was going over the top at what Christopher had done, but he really didn't care. Wiping his brow when a few spots of rain hit it, he ran down the stairs two at a time as he definitely wasn't in the mood to get wet, stopping at the bottom just as someone finally picked up his call.

"At last! Yes, I'd like to arrange gettin' my bed changed. No, there's nothing wrong with it as such...."

His voice trailed off as he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye, pushing the door next to him open just a little bit more so he had a better view, but still not be seen.

"I'll call you back." He whispered, before hanging up his phone and almost dropping it as he watched you bend over to grab your ankles, quickly pressing his finger over his lips when Gist came bounding down the steps.

"We've moored in Portland so we can finish gathering supplies.... Oh my, what a splendid sight. I do love yoga."

Both men whimpered and cocked their heads in unison as you spread your legs to move into the downward dog position, but as you had your eyes closed and were concentrating on your breathing, you had no idea they were even there.

"Shay, if you're definitely not interested anymore..."

"Touch her and you're a dead man." He mumbled, not even close to joking.

Gist held back a chuckle and grabbed him by the arm to drag him away and back upstairs so they could get the extra fuel that they would need to get to London, also now making it a personal mission to find out just what happened between the two of you, even though Shay had specifically said he didn't want him getting involved.

#assassin's creed #assassinscreed #shay cormac #shay cormac x reader #reader insert #modern au #fanfic #christopher gist

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ramblinganthropologist · 3 years

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Fictober 21 -13 “The things you make me do”

Not tagging, it sucks.

Original (Lights, Music, Magic)

Summary: Being a gauge manager means Holly has to do some nasty shit sometimes. The things she would do for her idol... oh yeah, and getting paid. But mostly it’s just because she cares for Rose. Mostly.

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Nothing like starting the set with a red hot gauge to make you contemplate a change in career…

“Fucking hell, who the fuck was supposed to clean this thing last time? I’m going to knock their head in and use their brain as the new gear system…”

Holly was grumbling under her breath as she grabbed her bucket and stickers. Right then, she couldn’t even work with the system or risk having an allergic reaction to all the magic left behind by the last tech. Since it was her first time working in this particular area, she didn’t even know who to blame. Maybe later she could find out and cuss them out for it. Really, this shit was just lazy and sloppy. No way she would do something like that.

Funny how she was more professional than the actual pros… life was weird like that.

Back stage, amid all the tech, she knew exactly what she was looking for. The main release gauge was glowing hot with all the stored magic – it looked as though it hadn’t been emptied in a couple shows. Just the feel of it made the half-elf wince as she pulled her protective gloves on and prodded the release mechanism. Almost instantly, liquid magic began to bubble and boil into her bucket.

“Fuck, it’s gonna overflow!”

She shut it off just before that, but the release was still half full. No matter – a few tablets, and it was soon converting into water. That would take time though – Holly backed away from the release gauge, so she didn’t fry.

It was turning into a great preshow warmup, wasn’t it?

As Holly sat back to wait, her pocket started singing with Rose Icefield’s latest single. When she pulled her phone out of her pocket, the orc’s grinning face displayed on her screen. Last she checked, she hadn’t taken that photo.

“How the hell does she keep getting my phone like this?” Now she really did roll her eyes as she clicked into the call. “Yeah, what’s up?”

From the sound of things on the other end of the line, Rose was there. She was probably getting ready for their rehearsal. Unlike most idols, she got ready quickly. It was something the half elf appreciated about her other half.

Wait… they weren’t like that. It was just business.

“I could hear you swearing from the entrance. What did they do this time?”

Holly rolled her eyes as she placed her phone between her ear and shoulder so she could use both of her hands. “Not their job, for one. The place practically cooked me from the inside out the moment I stepped in. They’re lucky I didn’t get too close, or I’d be beating their asses the moment I got out of the hospital.”

The bucket at her feet had far too many colors for it to be just one day’s work. She didn’t recognize any of the colors – but that was typical. This wasn’t an area they worked in normally, so it was only natural that she couldn’t place any of the performers. Still, someone should have cleaned this long ago…

Yeah, she was beating someone’s ass.

“I think I can find the head tech when we’re done, you can make a complaint there.” Rose paused on the other end – sounded like she was saying hello to someone. “Are you ok though? You just got through a flare up…”

There was guilt in her voice. Holly winced at that as she watched the colors in the bucket fade as the contents slowly turned back to water. This was always an awkward moment between them, and one they hadn’t quite settled yet. How could they, when what she did was likely to put her in the fucking hospital?

Did that make her a masochist? Probably…

“I’m fine, I have my gloves on me and I took my meds. As long as I clear the system out, we’ll be ok.” Speaking of – the bucket was water now. “Gotta go, I have to empty this thing and finish up. See you up top.”

“Alright…” Rose didn’t sound too convinced, but at least she wasn’t arguing. “See you up top.”

The call ended after that, and Holly’s phone went back into her pocket, away from the magic residue that could make it explode. The bucket went into the nearby sink, and soon it was back under the gauge. Time for round two.

She grimaced as the substance dripped out, more like sludge than the typical mixture. This stuff was even older – maybe a week or more. It had congealed and was starting to get a little toxic. Had it been there any longer, it could have gummed up the works and needed a complete system shut down to clear it out. That would’ve pissed off whoever owned the building to say the least, not to mention the performers scheduled who had to cancel their shows.

Weren’t they lucky a rookie tech working for an indy idol had an allergy to magic and needed a functioning magic system?

“I’m going to make sure she charges them for this…” Holly didn’t even care if she got some of that, it was the principle of the matter. “Fuck, this is nasty.”

At least it made it into the bucket and was soon well on its way to turn back into water. The gauge looked much better now that it was empty, and the system felt better as she ran her hand along the gears to check. Things would run smoothly now, at least until somebody else fucked it up after she left.

Well, they wouldn’t have to clear out Rose’s energy residue. She could do her fucking job.

Once everything was done, Holly did a quick check on the glyphs posted on the wall. Those got emptied too – nasty, same congealed shit – and before long she was making it back to the stage. Her set up was waiting for her to sit down and get to business, which she was more than happy too do. After all, they had a rehearsal to run through.

“So, how bad was it?” Rose was waiting for her, sipping from a box of juice. She was looking a little seafoam green, so her sugar had probably been a little low. Holly shrugged as she sat down at her usual seat, able to now touch her equipment without worrying she’d have a breakout.

“The shit you make me do…” She shook her head. “These dumbasses don’t clean enough. They almost had a system backup on their hands. I don’t know the industry rates to clean that these days, but that was expensive as fuck back in the day…”

She said, as if 10 years was really that much time. Then again, technology and music developed fast in a short amount of time. For all she knew, all they had to do was mutter a spell and it cleaned the whole place out. If not… that was a lot of little brushes and grumpy techs, and that cost money.

Rose chuckled at her assessment. “It’s good to have an old hand at this.”

“Thank me being a nosy bastard hanging around backstage when my brother worked.” She flicked the system on and smirked as it hummed. “There we go, that’s what I like to see. That’s a properly maintained system alright.”

Holly turned to the idol, cracking her knuckles as she did. “You can head out on stage after you finish your juice. I know you’ve got a night class tonight, so we need to keep this tight.”

After all, knowing her idol’s schedule was part of her job. More than that, they were friends. Last she checked, friends were aware of that sort of thing. It was a weird place she found herself in, but she did her best to maintain it.

That of course didn’t mention the annoying feelings that refused to go away – even with a rejected confession – but she was trying not to think about them.

Rose put her empty juice box down, a smile returning to her face as the color entered her cheeks once more. “You’re the best.”

Yep… there went her feelings…

Holly kept her face neutral as she checked the gauges. “That’s what you pay me to do. It just helps I don’t hate you.”

For most people, that probably would have been harsh. Luckily, Rose had been around her long enough to know that she was just bad at expressing herself when there wasn’t a mic involved. Instead of looking offended, the orc chuckled and nodded along.

“Good to hear.” She stretched, eyeing the stage. “Alright, I think it’s time. You ready to run through the set for my next show?”

Holly nodded as she checked a window. “Ready, willing, and able to take whatever you throw at me.”

With that, the idol took to the stage and took her starting position. Holly shot a thumbs up to the music tech, and soon things were getting underway. The music was playing, and the spotlight was on the orc.

Even though she had seen it countless times, she never got over Rose’s stage effects. While she wasn’t a druid herself, something about the magical flowers and garden scenes stirred something deep in her gut. Maybe it was part of her elf genes, back before they had moved up into the mountain with the dwarves. Or maybe it was something else entirely – she still didn’t know. Either way, the glittering stage, combined with the sweet scent of flowers wet with dew made her glad she hadn’t quit after her disastrous confession.

It still hurt a little when she caught herself thinking about what could have been, but she was more than happy to take the pain if it meant being by her side. She’d take being a friend happily any day.

The stage rehearsal went quickly – Rose was a pro after all. This was one step away from a dress rehearsal anyway. Besides, they had worked out the kinks in earlier rehearsals, so this was just working through putting the pieces together and seeing the flow of the show as a whole. Honestly, this was really for Holly’s benefit, so she didn’t need to guess where to tweak the gauges with each power spike and ebb.

Either way, it was a good one. By the end she was tired and sore. The orc was sweating bullets as she finished her last song, but there was a smile on her face as she glanced out at the empty auditorium. In a few days, it would be full of fans screaming her name. They were in for quite a show, and she was going to make sure of it.

And when she did, Holly would be there, making sure shit didn’t blow up. But first, she needed to make sure those gauges didn’t gum up. Then she was going to find the email of whoever worked here and tear them a new asshole. That too was part of her job, and one of the few she enjoyed.

But first, emptying the gauges.

#ramblinganthropologist's writing #Lights Music Magic

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