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osferth · 2 years

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for anon; enjoy! <3

pairing : aemond targaryen x reader

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Despite officially being the children of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, the ‘true’ paternity of yourself and your three younger brothers - Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey - remained a popular subject of debate. Many believed that Harwin Strong fathered all four of you, owing to your distinct lack of valyrian features compared to either side of your family.

No matter the truth, you all carried your Targaryen heritage and the Velaryon name with pride.

The animosity between your brothers and the second son of the king, Prince Aemond Targaryen, had existed since you were children. In spite of this, you had not once found yourself the target of his resentment and disdain. At first, you and your brothers had assumed this was because you were merely a girl that posed little threat to the claims of Queen Alicent’s sons - but while that was almost certainly the case to begin with, you soon found that there was more to it than simply just your gender.

Until your father Laenor’s funeral, the quarrelling between them remained just that - quarrelling. You were all encouraged to spend time together, which helped you, Aemond, and Helaena grow close - but unfortunately had the adverse effect where he and the other boys, your brothers included, were concerned.

You could still recall the incident after Laenor’s funeral like it was yesterday, although it wasn’t something you liked to dwell on.

In the midst of grieving the loss of your father, you had discovered Aemond and your brothers fighting each other once again, having been alerted by their curse-laden shouts. Angered at the very sight, you made to walk over at once and yell at all of them when Aemond suddenly let out a terrible scream.

Luke had slashed his eye with a knife, and whatever you had been planning to say immediately died in your throat. You screamed for someone, anyone to get help whilst Aemond lay crying out in your lap. You tried not to look at his face or the blood staining your dress as you assured him that everything would be alright, all the while reminding yourself that Luke was only five and to be lenient with him, your little brother.

Your heart ached as you silently watched his mother and yours scream at the King and each other, calling for the sons of both to be soundly punished, and you held little Joff closer to you.

A momentary bolt of anger shot through you as you learned of Aemond’s mockery of your brothers, his use of the name Strong against them as provocation after they threatened to tell someone that he’d claimed Vhagar. Having assumed the two of you were friends, it stung - it surely meant he viewed you as a mere bastard, too.

But then your eyes met the one he had left from opposite ends of the room, and although his gaze was dulled by milk of the poppy for the pain, it was melancholy, and he held yours for as long as he could. Your heart could not bring yourself to hate him, not in this state, no matter how hard you tried.

Partly out of guilt and partly out of genuine concern for the wellbeing of your friend, you visited him often as he recovered - taking care to avoid Aegon and Queen Alicent… although the latter did not seem to hate you nearly as much as she did Jace, Luke, and Joff.

These constant visits only brought the two of you closer. To your brothers and the rest of your family, you passed them off as a mere show of compassion and goodwill - and fortunately for you, they believed this.

Even after he recovered and took to wearing an eyepatch to cover the wound, you continued to spend time together, but this time in secret. You no longer had an excuse, after all.

He soon apologised to you for the use of the word Strong - although he had already publicly done it once, this felt much more genuine and sincere and you forgave him, granted that he never used it again.

And to your knowledge, he never did.

Of course, relations between himself and your brothers did not improve - they had almost definitely worsened, in fact, but you had never expected them to improve anyway. However, they kept their snide jabs and remarks against each other to a minimum while you were within earshot, for your sake.

He was always very sweet to you, which did not change as the two of you grew older. You had been aware of his feelings for some time, but waited until he finally admitted them one night when you were both four-and-ten to reveal this.

Ever since, the two of you had kept up a steady relationship in total secrecy. The threat of discovery made it both terrifying and exhilarating, and you loved every second of the time you spent together.

The displays of affection and amity at this feast that King Viserys had thrown satisfied only him. You observed him watching your mother and his queen exchange pleasantries with a large smile on his face, and shared a wry look with Aemond across the table.

This was something you both loved and hated about being with him in secret - the thrill of sharing gazes and smiles and the occasional brushing of hands in public was unmatched, but a part of you constantly wished you could do so freely.

Although you were well aware that almost everything spoken at this table was a farce, you could not blame the king for getting lost in it all. It was much nicer to pretend, just for one evening, that this was a functional family where everyone got along, after all. Aemond complimented your beauty with a polite smile, and while you sensed your brothers bristling slightly at this, you returned his smile with the knowledge that his words were truly genuine.

Of course, since the king’s health had worsened, he soon retired early from the table. Almost at once, the conversation began to devolve into belligerence, and you chuckled into your cup of wine. It was nice while it lasted, you thought.

Aemond suddenly rose to his feet, cup in hand, and the table fell quiet. It was unusual for him to make a toast, you thought, but you had the feeling that this was not going to be a particularly sincere one.

Your anticipatory grin faded as his gaze fell upon your brothers, and his cup raised.

“I have never known anyone so strong as my sweet nephews,” he smirked. “So let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”

The room remained uncomfortably quiet as you stared in disbelief at the man you so foolishly thought cared for you. Your vision of him blurred with tears and you abruptly stood up, ignoring the noisy scraping of your seat. Without a word to anyone you stormed out, blood boiling with anger as your heart broke.

If you had turned back to look, you would have seen the arrogant smirk on his face quickly fall away, replaced with uncomfortable realisation.

The minute you stood up, he realised the gravity of what he had done, but he could not simply follow you out just yet. To keep up appearances he smirked again, but it was half-hearted.

Afterwards he hardly paid attention to anyone, only seeking a way out of the room as fast as he could. Jacaerys soon asked Helaena for a dance, and Aemond stood up at once under the guise of anger.

It had angered him, but that was beside the point.

Either way, it allowed for him to storm out too, Aegon’s furious shouts soon distracting from his exit.

Meanwhile, you walked through corridors and passageways with little intention of going anywhere except away from the feast. You furiously wiped your tears as you wrenched the ring he had gifted you on your sixteenth name day from your finger, about to hurl it away when your name was called from behind you.

“Y/N, wait!”

It was Aemond, breathless and seemingly earnest with worry.

“Leave me alone!” you snapped, cursing your voice for breaking.

Of course, he did not.

“Y/N, my l-”

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed. “I am nothing to you but a bastard, am I not?

“No, you-”

But you refused to hear a word of it.

“You said it yourself! My brothers are a couple of Strong boys, yes? I imagine that makes me a very Strong girl-”

“Y/N, I had no intention of-”

“Implying our illegitimacy?” you finished. “No, I’m sure you did not.”

Having had enough, you turned on your heel to leave. Before you could, however, he blocked your path, and you quickly turned away from him.

“Please,” he sighed, taking your hand, “just give me a chance to explain.”

You rounded on him at once. “What is there to explain?” you yelled, wrenching your hand from his grip.

“Your brothers provoked me.”

An incredulous laugh escaped you. “Provoked you, did they? It does not matter if they got up and slapped you, you promised never to call us Strongs again! Or have you forgotten that?”

Aemond opened his mouth to protest this, but one look from you quickly silenced him.

“I should never have forgiven you the first time.”

This time, he let you go without a word.

The following day, you hardly spoke to anyone. Your brothers saw this as a reaction to Aemond’s toast at the feast and sought to comfort you at once - and while they were right, they did not know the full truth. Nobody knew of your relationship with him, much less its failure, and so you were left feeling lonelier than ever.

Your mother visited your room in the evening, to comfort you as your brothers had and reassure you that Aemond’s words meant nothing. Though you appreciated the company, you wanted nothing more than to leave.

And so you crept out of the palace after your mother took her leave, finding your way back to your dragon. He lay near Vhagar, the sight hurting your heart even more. But you needed to escape, just for one night, and so you mounted him and flew from King’s Landing altogether - although you did not make the full trip back to Dragonstone.

Instead you stopped halfway, at the place you once used to meet Aemond. It was large enough to land your dragons on, and secluded enough that you wouldn’t be spotted. Whether flying there of all places was a good idea or not, you badly wanted to see it just one more time.

You were unsure of exactly how long you spent sitting in your usual spot, watching the stars in silence, but it had to have been hours. Just as you were convincing yourself to leave before it got too late, the familiar sound of beating wings stilled your movements.

It seemed Aemond had had the same urge as you, and the shock on both your faces as he came into view was almost palpable.

You were the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

“What are you doing here?”

Your question was soft, laden with hurt.

“I wish I had an answer for that,” he said. “I did not know you would be here.”

“I can tell,” you muttered, and he snorted in spite of himself. You turned away before he could see the brief smile on your face.

“May I sit?” he asked.

Unable to refuse him, you waved a hand, although your tone remained sullen. “You have flown all this way. Come.”

He walked over and sat beside you, keeping a respectable distance. Your heart continued to ache, but you kept your gaze firmly on the sky.

“I apologise,” he began, “for my words at the feast. You were right, Y/N. They were inexcusable no matter the circumstance, and… and I am ashamed that it took you to help me realise that.”

“How long did you rehearse that for?” you shot out. Almost immediately, you regretted your barbed response, but he did not react as you thought he might.

“I mean it,” he said earnestly, “all of it, I swear. Please, Y/N. Look at me.”

Reluctantly you turned to face him, and saw at once the sincerity in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“You hurt me,” you said quietly. “You forgot I was still there when you made that fucking toast.”

Aemond took your hand, and this time you did not pull away. “I did,” he sighed. “It was wrong of me, but all I wanted in that moment was to anger your brothers.”

“Yes, they are my brothers,” you said, “and I love them more than life itself. You would do well to remember that, no matter what transpires between you.”

“I know. I swear to you, such a mistake will not be made again.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes. I do.”

You exhaled shakily. “Do not make me a fool for trusting you twice.”

“I would never do that,” he assured you, “not to the one I love the most.”

When he wanted to, his words had always had a knack for making you smile, just as they were now.

“I could not bear to see you so upset,” he continued. “This guilt has torn relentlessly at my heart. Knowing what I had done to you, I could hardly even sleep last night.”

You squeezed his hand, before lifting it briefly to your lips. “I forgive you,” you whispered. “Just make things right tomorrow. Set your pride aside and apologise to my brothers, too… even if my silence towards you felt like penance enough.”

The look of annoyance on his face almost made you laugh, more so when he resolved to do as you said. As earnest as he was, his reluctance was obvious - but he knew your forgiveness would only be fully earned when it was done.

Nonetheless, you forgave him enough to first grant him one kiss, then several more, until the sky grew lighter and you knew you had to return.

“Just like the old days, eh?” he grinned as he saddled Vhagar.

You rolled your eyes. “Meaning last month?”

He chuckled at that, giving you one final kiss before you mounted your own dragon. “I should like to meet you somewhere a little closer by tomorrow night… perhaps in your room, if you’ll allow it. Vhagar is getting old, you know,” he added with a smirk.

“We shall see,” you laughed. “Provided you behave yourself, my love.”

Aemond watched you leave on dragonback with a fond smile, knowing that no matter how difficult, he would keep any and every promise he made to you.

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader

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havocmadden · 2 years

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this was meant to be the first scene of the third part of the gmw + btvs au. it's also the only scene i ever wrote bc i wrote it right after i finished part two, put down the fic, and then promptly fucking forgot what my plans were for it beyond the overarching strokes. i DO love what i did here by bringing back riley's deleted brother elliot from the pilot as a dawn-esque figure but i will be damned if i remember what i was doing with that as a plot point beyond thinking it was cool. also i planned out that thor nikki and francesca (who i nicknamed franny in this fic) were doing Cult Activities a la glory. i would love to finish this fic bc it being unfinished on my ao3 haunts me but honestly idk if i remember enough about gmw OR buffy to do it tbh,,,

well, here's the final part of our tale, since you're so insistent.

in the hazy august heat, shawn, elliott, and riley all pile into shawn's hatchback and drive back upstate. despite the number of times shawn threatens to turn the car around, the drive up is one of the memories that's happy, but at the same time bittersweet, because he knows that this will be one of the — if not the last — time it happens. he knows this memory will be one he cherishes, even if riley had spent half the drive hitting the back of his head with milk duds that she was throwing at elliott for him to catch in his mouth.

maya is the first visitor to the house, there almost as soon as shawn's car is parked, and riley runs at her, almost knocking them both over. she would have, if they weren't both slayers, shawn thinks to himself, and as the two of them begin to kiss each other like the other one's tongue is air, he snorts and averts his eyes, carrying the suitcases inside.

“get a room!” elliott calls, and, without stopping the make out session that shawn thinks might just be a feature of his driveway now, maya flips him off.

shawn smiles, and for a moment, he can almost forget the target on riley's head.

almost.

meanwhile, across town, another group is preparing for the school year to begin...

“is everything ready?” the brunette asks the boy —

well, boy isn't exactly the way to describe him. tall, muscular, and blonde, with a bit of stubble that many college-aged boys would envy, and a chin cleft perfectly in half, this boy is more of a man. though if one were to get technical, he really isn't a man at all.

oops. i think i've said too much.

— and the man nods, while the blonde on his other side smiles and strokes his arm gently.

“it's perfect,” the blonde says, looking down at the poster sprawled out in front of them that reads, ‘ JOIN THE SCHOOL NEWSPAPER! BE A PART OF HISTORY! ’

we'll be seeing more of them later. do not forget them.

#girl meets world #gmw fic #girl meets world fic #riley matthews #elliot matthews

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ten-thousand-paper-wasps · 4 years

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"And I'm telling you, Johnny, there ain't no such thing as Space Canada. It never happened."

Eight-Arms Johnny scratched idly at his ear. "But Sal," he said, "we gots a Space Atlantis, not three planets out. Why not a Canada?"

Sally Sweet-Jesus frowned at him. "Because, Johnny, Atlantis strapped rockets to a whole pod of squids and launched itself off the planet. It was an Earth city before. Canada ain't done that. And you know why?"

He had a feeling he wasn't going to like her answer. "Why, Sal?"

"'Cause there never was an Earth Canada. It's a myth."

"Hold on a minute, Sally," he argued. "There had to have been a Canada back on Earth. There's pictures."

"Can anyone prove it, though?" she asked. "I mean, how do we know those aren't some other wasteland? You know how many frozen planets there are? No. I don't believe it. Earth Canada was just a myth."

"Well," he said, "well, what about mooses? An' geeses and mounties? They're all in museums, ain't they?"

"And what about them?" Sally asked, dryly.

"So they had to have come from somewhere, right? Somewhere cold, and, and Canadian. It's got to be true, Sal."

Sally spits. "First of all, mooses died with the rest of the dinosaurs, when that Great Freeze took out all the power plants. The ones in the museum? Fake. Second? Mounties are like Bigfoots, or empanadas. What's the word. Cryptid. Jesus, Johnny, next you're gonna tell me humans can drink milk."

He thinks, very hard, before deciding against telling her about The Milkman. That freak tore Timmy Twelve-Eyes to pieces. Drinking milk.

He shuddered.

#the wasp writes #my writing #The Milkman #it takes place in space #in New New New New New New York which is on Neptune #the earth has been uninhabitable for centuries #and between that and all the radiation in space humans just aren't built the same #people just come out with extra parts sometimes #it's whatevs #and sometimes they have weird mutant powers #this is sort of a mafia story #where you get your name based on the first thing people shout upon seeing you #Timmy Twelve-Eyes for example has twelve eyes #and there's this edgy violent noir detective type called The Milkman #and his horrifying ability is that he can digest dairy which is unheard of in this day and age #he carries milk at all times to threaten his targets #I don't know if the conspiracy theorist is Sally or Johnny but it's one of them

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tofu-loverx · 2 years

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Crystal heart ll chapter 5

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10

Note: English is not my native language, so sorry for any spelling errors.

Warnings: insults

You were spinning and jumping in the festival streets as a little kid and forcing the boys to run behind you to avoid getting lost. You run from one food store to another and ask Tartaglia to buy you candy.

And when he jokingly refuses, you start screaming and hitting him with baby cries, until he buys candy for you and Aether..

Childe says in a dramatic plot: "Do you think I am a bag of money?"

You were walking in front of him, when you heard him say it.

You turn to him and your mouth is stuffed with dango candy: "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm..."

"Your grace, please swallow your food before speaking."

He comes to you to wipe the dirty corners of your mouth with a clean tissue.

“cough... I was saying...yes…cough ” You swallowed your food with difficulty and would have suffocated if not for the milk that Aether gave you quickly.

You go to all the stores, you try all the games, maybe you lose sometimes in shooting games or let's say always and start complaining and resentment, then Tartaglia improvises as a hero to win it until he ends up embarrassing himself.

“It’s okay… I didn’t want her so badly…”

You try to suppress your laughter with difficulty so as not to escape from under the mask that hides your features.

"When my lady wants something, you get it no matter what."

His cheeks blushed slightly and he repeatedly tried to hit the target, but the plastic arrows hit everything but the target.

Then his deadly desire to win began to appear, and his features changed to frightening features and a threatening laugh.

His words made you blush a little, but your sense of his burning desire to win made you think of a way to stop him before he kills someone.

Aether watches Tartiglia's pathetic attempts, then grabs his bow and arrow to hit the target the first time brilliantly and impress you.

“This is how the professionals do it…”

A tone of sarcasm rose and a look of pride rose on his face.

Childe stares into the ether with a death look until he hears..

Shop owner: "Take your prize, my little lady!!".

You thought it was directed at you, so I applied to receive the award.

You says happily: "Thank y-.."

The shop owner interrupts you and says: "I didn't mean you, I meant the girl with long yellow hair..."

You are shocked: "What?"

Aether's face turns into a radiant red tomato, and Tartaglia falls to the ground laughing and mocking him.

"But I'm a man!!... Also the prize is not for me it is for ( y/n)!"

He screams nervously and shyly.

"What? Oh, sorry then...ha-ha."

The shopkeeper's tone sounds sorry and he hands you the prize instead of Aether.

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Having exhausted your energy at the festival, you felt tired and wanted to rest to replenish your energy to be able to watch the last event of the day which is 'Sky Lanterns'.

Childe bought a lantern for you and Aether to take part in the event and when you went to the Golden Palace Square to launch your lanterns there, all the citizens of Liyue were there with their lanterns.

You was amazed and decided to share the reason for this sudden change. Usually people don't gather in a specific place to launch lanterns, suddenly you hear a familiar sound...

“Tonight we gathered under the dark Teyvat sky, to light it with our lanterns that carry our prayers and our wishes.. this night we are all one.. our voice is one.. our soul is one, people of Liyue City, raise your lanterns to the sky and sing with me with an honest and humble heart…”

Ningguang steps forward, holding a lantern in her hands, and says, "Your grace!. We are killed the impostor who has disfigured your blessed face!!. Give your blessing to our beloved city and make it prosper more than before!!"

The citizens repeat her words and release their lanterns into the sky after Ningguang Lantern, for some reason all their prayers, intentions and feelings are clearly felt inside you.

You throw the lantern at random and leave quickly before you lose your nerve.

Childe and Aether follows you and panicked while throwing their lanterns to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

Childe whispers: "Your grace, are you alright?"

You are: " ..."

Aether : "Your grace.. Where are you going?"

You stops and says in a trembling voice: "I... I don't know...".

The boys felt you were crying under the mask because of your dry voice and tried to console you.

You exclaims in displeasure: “Stop!! Please… I want to be alone…”

You turn away from the boys in a defensive manner and falls back with each step.

Aether : "But..."

You interrupts them, saying: "Please...don't follow me."

Leave the anxious boys and run away from them..

And you run aimlessly and run with the wind, sadness and anger build up inside you...

Clouds laden with thunderstorms covered Liyue and you could hear the citizens' horrified screams.

Having run with your eyes full of tears and your vision blurry, you find yourself in the hills far from the city, and you notice someone sitting and watching the city.

You sat next to him and said: "I don't think the lanterns will fire this time."

The character was about to speak until you took off your mask and said.

"Can you recognize me?"

Your tone of voice is broken and sad.

You know it's a risk to expose your image to a Yaksha who can easily kill you.

"..."

He keeps looking at your features with surprise and can hardly form a sentence.

"Imposter?...no ...your grace!!"

You say: "So you heard about the imposter, Hehe… sorry for my stupid question, of course you heard about it.”

Your tone of voice is sarcastic and your soul is shattered by the memories that came back to your resources.

"Don't tell me they mixed you up with the Imposter"

His features did not waver, but his voice showed the opposite

"Yes they did.. they insulted me and beat me and worse than that!! They are crazy...let them perish!!"

Scream hysterically and so angry that you did not even feel yourself standing.

"..."

Xiao turns his sights toward the city

"Zhongli told me about the fraud, but I didn't expect the fraud to be the creator himself."

Xiao turned to you at his last words and smiled softly.

"Why are you smiling?"

Your tone is questionable and confused

"Because your grace is with me now, and I can serve you from this moment on."

He stands to kneel in front of you and puts his spear beside him.

“So if I told you to kill Morax, will you do?”

You expect rejection, but it goes against your expectations.

“I will destroy all of Liyue if your grace commands it, I will give you my soul and body...Use me in the way you see fit for your grace..”

He raises his head to meet the golden cat's eyes that are filled with worship.

"Huh, okay then ...new buddy joins me..."

Put your front hair back and continue saying,

"Be ready to overthrow the city you always defended.."

Your eyes darken and a sinister smile forms on your face.

"Of course your grace"

An evil laugh escapes you as you shout towards the city: "Damn the city of Morax and its people..."

Raise your hand forward as thunderstorms form in the middle of the sky and lower your hand forcefully down to tune in with the attack of lightning and the devastation that is coming.

Xiao's eyes watched in amazement and admiration as he witnessed your great strength.

Since when did you learn to use his abilities? You didn't, all thanks to the idiots who made you suffer..

You say as you happily watch the devastation: "Do you still want to continue?"

Xiao bows his head and says sincerely :"Of course..."

"Huh, then let's show them who's ruling here."

Your outfit fades into a long white dress with a neckline and open back with sapphire-encrusted sheer panels in the center of your chest with extra thin sheer fabric shimmering, and a scarf wrapped around your bare hands floats awkwardly.

Increase the length of your hair (h/c) until it exceeds the length of your body with ends (f/c) and adorned with diamond and pearl accessories.

Change the color of your eyes to the color (e/c) to reflect your great aura and show golden bracelets around your ankles...

Xiao flinched at the sudden change in your appearance until your aura became clearer and more intense...

Your first step in your new look was over the air, your bare feet did not touch the grass, but you were walking over an ice track formed by fusing elements together at great speed.

" Follow me ..."

You said in a voice that sent a shiver down Xiao's body, causing him to subconsciously smile.

You are walking in the air towards Liyue City while Xiao follows you with his teleportation, as you approach the city you catch a glimpse of the figure of Morax as he bears witness to the wrath of heaven on him.

You hesitated to descend for a while, but the features of terror that formed on the citizens made you ecstatic and want to see more of those features, and with the flick of a finger appeared thousands of ice swords ready to attack..

"Tartglia..."

Your sweet voice calls out his name and makes him gasp at your sanitized image of eyes.

"Aether..."

His body shivers and an ecstatic smile forms on him face as he rushes towards you.

"Where are you?"

The boys appear directly below you as soon as you ask for them and raise their heads up to see how you look.

Tartaglia and Aether: "Your grace!!"

Tartaglia can reach you, but since Aether has lost his power and can't use it, you come down to him, kindly.

Your feet touch the ground and cause new life to be created on it. Nothing fascinates you anymore, you saw enough for you.

Raise your hand to place it above the head of Aether.

"Get ready for your strength"

The body of Aether glows from your action and looks at you saying: "I feel as if I have been born again."

"Haha, I'm glad for you, and Tartaglia I'm sure of your strength, so I don't have to do anything... also, don't let me down..."

Tartaglia kneels before you, saying happily: "Of course your grace, I will not disappoint your high hopes."

Aether kneels after the other finishes his words and says: "Your grace, I too will do my best to fulfill your desires."

"Haha, I'm glad I have loyal followers."

You raise your hand to your mouth and Tlaqin giggle.

"Oh right, I've seen a new buddy."

The boys raise their heads and say: "New buddy?"

"Um, yah, Xiao show yourself."

Xiao suddenly appears and the swirling wind around him vanishes.

"Your grace, did you call me?"

You didn't bother to turn around and kill me

"Yes, do you know them or do you need not introduce yourself?"

Xiao glances at Tartaglia with murderous intent and says: "You don't have to waste your time on your grace, I know them well."

"Your grace, your time is precious, so there's no need to waste it on people like us"

adds Tartaglia, exchanging looks with Xiao.

"Oh, well, let's start the fun all night ahead."

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shallitickleyournerdbutton · 3 years

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After the heartache of the Volume 8 finale, I would like to return to a happier point in the show and suggest some memes/jokes that I like to think the students at Beacon would have had. More closely inline with the RWBY Chibi-verse, than the actual show - where Nothing Bad Ever Happened.

"Who's child is this?" being used to refer to Ruby - the youngest student at Beacon - when she's left unsupervised and/or doing something odd.

"I'd let Glynda punish/whip me for one corn chip."

Every now and again "Missing - Have you seen this person?" posters for Professor Peach will pop up around campus. No one knows who it is that keeps making them.

Vomit Boy candids being taken and shared any time Jaune is Suffering™️ on some form of transport.

The Great One plush of Pyrrha exists in-universe... and becomes the go-to prize for any stupid competition between the students. There's at least a dozen of these dolls on campus now, owned by various people and won as "spoils of war."

There's a dedicated chalkboard in the combat room for tallying how many times Nora has launched someone into the stratosphere. Notable mentions are listed on the board alongside her of other people who have achieved this feat - including Yang, Yatsuhashi, and Glynda.

(She launched both Port and Oobleck one day when they kept annoying her. Sometimes, their screams can still be heard if you listen closely enough.)

"There's that old guy again..." "Oh, shopkeep? Yea, he's everywhere. Don't think too much about it."

This leads to "Don't think too much about it." becoming something of a slogan for every time anything unusual happens.

"Candy canes, kids! One for Sun Wukong, one for Yang Xiao-Long, ooh four for Coco Adel, you go Coco!"

"I--"

"Andnoneforweissschneebye~"

Team STRQ having something akin to legend status at Beacon, whispered in hushed voices for fear and reverence of their names. There's a war between the students regarding team JNPR as their successors vs. the students who insist JNPR are not anywhere near worthy of such a title.

"How many team CRDLs does it take to beat Pyrrha?"

Blurry fancam-style videos of the Qrow vs. Winter fight out in the courtyard being traded around like baseball cards with other students. Some try and manufacture a "rematch" of this with the materials they've got - trying to get Ruby and Weiss to fight each other.

That weird sing-song "HellOooOo~" that Yang sometimes does being mimicked by everyone. And I mean everyone.

Any time there's a significant lull in conversations or classes, someone often asks "Why are we here?" which never fails to make everyone in the vicinity groan.

"Ozpin is compensating for something" jokes about his office chair - including at least one popular response being "it's the war crimes", without them knowing just how accurate they actually are.

"On a scale of Ren-Nora, how excited do you want me to be?"

"Ladies Love Lavender" referring to Lisa Lavender having her own in-universe fandom mostly comprised of women. (Lavender being associated with lesbians irl, and I just think this would be funny.)

The sight of Ren just picking up and carrying Nora away from something is so commonplace that other people start doing it to their friends when they Need To Stop.

"Why is Blake's bow so big?" "Because it's full of secrets."

Blake being a closet faunus being such a poorly hidden secret that by the time she finally takes off the bow no one actually even notices.

The betting pool surrounding exactly what it is in Ozpin's cup - coffee being one of the least popular options, and souls being the top choice.

Using Yatsuhasi as a unit of measurement.

Photoshopping adorable images of Velvet onto various "cute" animal memes.

Everyone wanting to be spanked by Coco Adel.

"I'd let Fox blow me up too."

"Why is Weiss' hair so long?" "To reflect the length of her father's crimes."

Everyone mimicking Pyrrha's memetic "I'm sorry!" anytime they apologise for anything. Even going as far to do it while apologising to things that don't require apologies - like inanimate objects.

"Are Port and Oobleck, you know... 💅?"

In fact, just that 💅 being used to refer to a large number of people at Beacon. Actual LGBT students picking this up and using it towards grimm when they're attacked to question the sexuality/homophobia of the grimm targeting them over their peers.

Threatening Neptune with water anytime he flirts with a girl who is clearly Not Interested in him.

No one knowing who, exactly, the other two members of team SSSN are - with wild theories abounding about who they may be. Popular choices include Shopkeep, Zwei, and Professor Peach.

This persists even after their tournament fights where they're shown. Scarlet and Sage are perfectly content with this, and participate.

"Arslan's/Pyrrha's back must be aching from constantly carrying her entire team."

And the respective responses of, "Reese/Nora are alright."

Similar jokes about Glynda also carrying the entire faculty/academy on her back.

"Salutations!"

The war between the "Irondaddy" fanbase, and his haters - who refer to him with various derogatory versions of his name. "Metalpenis", "Coppercock", "Chromeshaft", etc.

Anytime someone is doing something ~questionable~ donning a pair of glasses and/or imitating Oz or Oobleck pushing them back up their nose with accompanying menacing body language. (Kubrick Stare optional.)

Mercury having a foot fetish, courtesy of the people who caught him sniffing shoes at the festival.

"Did <character> just die?" "You know, it was really unclear." any time someone takes some insane damage in a fight and isn't seen for some time afterwards.

Everyone trying to locate and get a pic of the ~mysterious~ fourth member of team CMSN, who has only ever been spotted once - her tournament fight in the first round. Beacon's version of "Where's Wally?"

The Sympathy Fund for Emerald and her one-sided crush on Cinder. "She could honestly do so much better."

People offering themselves up as tribute to spar with Pyrrha/Yang/Coco/Sun just so they can be beaten up by the hottest people on campus.

"I drink milk!" being used as a defensive argument in wildly inappropriate contexts.

Naming grimm really boring names and attempting to keep them as pets.

The innumerous times Port has allowed a "zoo-break" to happen under his watch and everyone having to assist in recovering his prized subjects.

"Where the fuck are all the fourth years?" "Ozpin's soul collection."

Candid shots of Glynda Suffering™️ being shared similarly to the ones of Vomit Boy.

Ranking people based on their Patience Levels - Pyrrha, Ren, Glynda, Emerald, and Fox being frequent top markers based on the bullshit they put up with from their respective teams.

"Saint Pyrrha" being a common nickname for her, and her neverending niceness towards people who absolutely do not not deserve it.

Weiss' "Hey!" being replicated amongst the student body and slowly growing more and more high-pitched in its replication until it eventually just becomes a shrill noise. Even so, everyone still knows what it means - and Weiss is absolutely unamused by all of this.

In fact, a lot of early!Weiss' comments being mercilessly mocked by everyone - "I'm a victim!" being one of them.

Renowned fear permitting amongst the student body regarding Yang's red eyes meaning Serious Business. Morphs into references of "going full Yang" to mean having rage-fuelled temper tantrums.

"Never miss a beat, never miss a beat" becoming a mantra for focusing on a task. This inspires several remixes of Neon saying it, and again with no one knowing who it is making them.

By all means, feel free to add any more that you all think of! I could use a laugh!

Also, check the notes for additions!

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Second son

Summary: ‘You ran away from home?’

‘When I was about sixteen,’ said Sirius. ‘I’d had enough.’

‘Where did you go?’ said Harry, staring at him.

‘Your dad’s place,’ said Sirius. ‘Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son.’

Sirius runs away from home, and we see it through Euphemia Potter's eyes.

kind of inspired by @questions-forthe-marauders perfect art! HERE

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December 23, 1976 - 5:25PM

Euphemia did her best not to cry when Minerva's letter arrived at her house.

‘’Mia,

I know what I'm going to ask of you is totally irrational and you have every right to ignore my request and yell at me, but I don't see any other way out.

I've been noticing for a few weeks that Sirius has been acting weird and seems to be distant from everyone. A few days ago I noticed a bruise on the corner of his mouth, but I can't tell if it was a fight with his brother or someone else, you know how boys are at that age.

Anyway, I've noticed that it's been a few months since his detention has been signed by his parents anymore, and I've tried contacting them but Dumbledore keeps saying there's nothing to worry about - you know him, he's terrible at times.

I think there's something wrong with him, and I know Sirius comes to your house during the holidays because I always hear James talking about it, so I came through this letter asking that if you notice anything strange, please tell me. Or talk to Sirius to see if you can find anything.

I'm very worried.

Love, and I'm sorry to bother you with this,

Minerva.''

It hurt her heart more than she thought it would, noticing that the signs Minnie had said were all right there under her nose. James hadn't said anything about Sirius coming for Christmas, and he'd been there for two years now, even though she felt a little bad that he wasn't with his parents on that date. And James looked weird too; he was angrier than usual, and reluctant to talk to them and getting locked in his room.

When they were at the station, Mia noticed that Sirius had got off the train alone and looked guilty, not even looking in their direction as he walked over to where his parents were - who didn't look at all happy with his presence there.

He had already told Monty a few times that his parents didn't like him going to Gryffindor, and James had once told her that Sirius didn't get along with Regulus. But Euphemia always thought it was silly things that teenagers took too seriously, but now, she felt she should have given more importance to the signs.

“Sirius isn't coming?” she asked when she saw James coming down the stairs, an unusually sulky look.

"I don't know," was all he said, walking into the kitchen and leaving her alone in the living room. Her heart clenched, a bad feeling burning in her chest.

"Didn't he tell you anything?" James always liked to talk about everything with Euphemia, Monty said he was a big mama's boy, but she didn't mind at all. As long as he was going to look for her to get her opinion, Euphemia would be only too happy to help him.

"He just said he didn't know if he was coming." James walked out of the kitchen, a glass of milk and a cookie jar under his arm, but when he threatened to go back up to the bedroom, she stopped him.

"Come here." James didn't like being confronted, he'd inherited it from her, and he used to frown when someone demanded answers from him. But Euphemia had no choice but to do that, so he was going to need to spit it out. ‘’Is something going on? Did you guys fight?” she asked, folding the letter and placing it on the coffee table with Minnie's name down, not wanting James to know she already knew. This made it difficult for him to speak.

"No." He sat up, sullen as he always was when she did that. James didn't meet her eyes however, and that was a red light for her. He was one of those people who didn't mind looking anyone in the eye unless he was lying.

‘’You know you can talk to me, don't you? I care about you two.”

"We don't…" He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back against the sofa cushions, the glass of milk and cookies forgotten on the coffee table. ''He was being an idiot the last few days, I don't know what got into him, but I was ignoring it because I don't know, he gets like that sometimes when he and Regulus fight, but then the christmas thing came up and I said if he continued in that mood he wouldn't be welcome here,'' James denied, pulling his hair angrily. ''I thought he'd know I was joking, of course he's welcome here, but then he got mad and told me he wasn't coming to bother me this year, and I yelled that it would be great so… I got mad, I wasn't thinking… so he got out of our wagon and went to Merlin knows where. I only saw him when we got off the train, and he was already going with his parents.'’

‘’Oh, son…’’

''I know I shouldn't have said that, but he was being an idiot, and now... I hope he doesn't hate me.'' Euphemia wanted to go to that hideous Black house to drag Sirius under her wing, force him and James to talk and make up, and bring him in with them. But Monty had already told her that this was illegal.

"He doesn't hate you, son." She opened her arms for James to hug her, stroking his hair and thinking about what she could do with the situation. "Did you say he and Regulus had a fight?"

"They...um," Of course James was too faithful to tell her about that. Too noble to betray his best friend. ‘’Kind of a fight.’’

“Does Sirius often fight with him a lot?” She remembered when they had once met Walburga and Orion at an event, and only Regulus was with them.

"Where's Sirius?" she had asked, because it didn't make sense to take just one child. And Sirius was what, twelve or thirteen at the time?

"He preferred to stay with my sister," Walburga said, smiling bitterly at Euphemia as if silently telling her not to meddle where she wasn't called.

She swallowed, thinking maybe she was seeing trouble where it didn't exist. Maybe he really wanted to stay with his aunt, she couldn't prove otherwise.

‘’Send him a letter later inviting him to our Christmas, okay? If you want,” she said, looking once more at Minnie's letter on the table.

"Fine."

December 24, 1976 - 10:54PM

It was snowing like never before outside, probably the coldest night this year so far, and the house was silent when she woke up to noises outside.

Monty jumped out of bed, wand in hand, just as she had, heart pounding in her chest and a motherly fear of protecting James at all costs from whatever was out there.

Ever since they declared support for muggleborns and as she and Fleamont began to increasingly advocate for minorities and help organizations of students who couldn't afford to buy supplies and clothing for the Hogwarts school years, they were marked as a target for the other traditional families, carrying a huge red flag where ''traitors'' was written in bold letters.

Euphemia couldn't care less about that, she was more than happy to be considered a traitor if it meant she was doing good.

“What was that?” James muttered, haunted brown eyes staring like he was going to war.

Her son didn't go to war, though, not when he couldn't even drink yet.

‘’Stay in the room, and get the portkey. Anything, use it!” She instructed him, but James seemed too stubborn to accept that. "James, enter your room now, and stay there."

“Three is better than two.” He continued to follow them, Monty further along and having already made a protective barrier between him and her and James.

‘’Not when one of them is fifteen. Now come in and stay there, me and your dad let's see what's going on.'

''Mom-''

"Don't make me need to use magic to get you to do what I want." She said authoritatively, and that caused James to fall back a few steps, looking at her startled. Euphemia mentally thanked him for that and walked downstairs, thinking that later she would apologize for talking to him like that, but that's because she wasn't risking her boy in that situation.

Monty raised his wand and opened the door, ready to attack whoever was there on the other side, but before he could, Sirius raised his arms and closed his eyes as if he too was waiting to be attacked. ‘’Sirius?!’’

‘’I'm sorry, I-’’

''What did we do on our last trip?'' Fleamont asked, and as much as Euphemia thought it was unnecessary - please just bring the boy inside he'll freeze! - she knew they were in the middle of a war.

''You tried to learn to surf with me and James, but you nearly broke your ankle when you fell.'' Sirius kept his arms raised, and she noticed that his lips were purple from the cold, and that jacket didn't seem to warm him. She didn't even wait for Monty to lower his wand and went over to him, pulling Sirius into their house and hugging him tightly, wanting more than anything to take away whatever inner pain seemed to haunt him.

He looked too terrified for a sixteen-year-old boy.

"What happened, Pads?" James ran up to them, looking worried about him too. ‘’You didn't even answer my letter and-’’

''I...I ran away from home.'' He shrugged and avoided looking her or Monty in the eye, Euphemia realized he had a backpack on his back. Her heart ached so much that she couldn't stop the tears. She pulled Sirius even tighter against her. "Mia, if I can't stay here, it's okay, it's just that I came walking-"

‘’Did you walk all the way here?! It's almost an hour and a half of walking, boy!” Monty yelled. "Someone could have tried something against you."

''It was okay, I,'' Sirius looked at James, and she knew he wasn't telling her all the details and he'd probably done something against the law to not die in the snow, but she didn't care about that now. "It was the first place I thought of coming."

‘’Of course, dear, of course. James, make him a hot bath, and Monty heat up dinner… are you hungry, Sirius?” He nodded, cheeks burning with embarrassment. ''Here, come sit in front of the fireplace… And of course you can stay here, please, I don't even want to think that you thought I wouldn't accept you.'' She sighed, walking with him to the sofa and taking off the wet jacket he wore, waving her wand so that the nearly extinguished fire began to crackle again, warming the room. "You can live with us Sirius, don't worry, you don't have to go back to those horrible people anymore." His gray eyes blinked with tears, and it was probably the first time she'd seen Sirius cry. ‘’Don't worry honey, you're fine now…’’

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‘’Minnie,

I'm so glad you warned me about this, and I understand your concern.

Sirius ran away from home last night, he didn't want to tell us what happened and I think at some point I'll know, but the boy looks terrified now.

He's not okay, but he's going to be. And I've already sent a letter to Dumbledore telling him that now anything that happens to him is to call us.

I don't think Walburga or Orion will complain, they let their son run away in the middle of a blizzard and so far they haven't looked for him. But it's better this way, Monty would probably kill them if they showed up at our door.

You know that we always wanted to have one more child anyway.

With love,

Euphemia.’’

#james potter #marauders headcanon #marauders era #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #sirius black #my fic #the marauders era

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levitatingbiscuits · 3 years

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For the Obi-Wan prompt, he is undercover somewhere for shadow work and meets jango, they have a fun time, and then years later they see each other on Kamino and instead of thinking Obi-Wan is actually a Jedi jango thinks he’s pretending to be a Jedi

“What the kriff are you doing here?” Jango hissed, once Taun We had left his quarters.

Ben, the karking idiot, had gone the color of spoilt milk at the sight of him. He was lucky Jango hadn’t blown his cover and gotten him tossed into the ocean or executed by clone firing squad for impersonating a Jedi.

“Dad?” Boba asked, losing the cute but ineffectual glower he’d been giving the supposed interloper.

“Everything’s fine, Boba,” Jango said, watching the fascinated glance Ben cast at his son. Ben was honorable, as far as bounty hunters went, but Jango would make sure to threaten him just in case. A lot of people would pay an obscene amount for something to hold over his head, and Jango had very little in the galaxy he cared for other than Boba. “Go work on your modules, we’re gonna talk shop.”

Boba’s eyes sharpened with interest, knowing by now what his father’s trade entailed, and he gave Ben an assessing look. Ben was unassuming when he wanted to be--disguising himself as someone important wasn’t his style, but he’d done a damn fine job with his cover, as he always did. He was carrying himself like a Jedi. He even had what looked like a kriffing lightsaber hilt tucked into his belt, though Jango wasn’t sure if it was a replica or if Ben had somehow managed to get his hands on the real deal. It wouldn’t exactly surprise him if he had; Ben was good at what he did, even if Jango was better.

“It was good to meet you, young one,” Ben said, in that stilted but sincere way he had with kids. Boba rolled his eyes as he left, and Jango didn’t bother to stifle his smile. He doubted that Boba had made Ben’s first few minutes on Kamino especially pleasant.

“Answer the question, Ben,” Jango said, once Boba was safely in his room. The little womp rat probably had his ear pressed to it, just like Jango used to do when Jaster held war counsels, way back when. “What are you doing here?”

Ben still looked a little like he’d been cold cocked at the sight of him, but he was getting over it quickly. It was a trait Jango appreciated just as much as he mistrusted. Ben had never screwed him over before (at least not in a way Jango hadn’t enthusiastically reciprocated and participated in, at any rate), but Jango had been in the game too long to trust a bounty hunter who was good at their job.

“I was hired to track down the person who put a hit out on a senator. I wasn’t aware it was you I’d be dealing with or I wouldn’t have come.”

Jango smiled again at that; Ben had the oddest way of pulling those out of him without even trying. Most bounty hunters would never admit to something like that, because they worked in an industry where you really couldn’t afford the resultant loss of face, but Ben had always been an oddball. It was a breath of fresh air to hear someone self-deprecate when most bounty hunters preferred to self-aggrandize.

Of course, Ben was too skilled, and Jango too smart to fall for it--but he admired Ben’s dedication to his cowardly, pragmatic facade. He might have believed it if Ben hadn’t saved his life in situations where he stood to gain nothing from it. The man was about as noble as a bounty hunter could be, with a healthy serving of death wish, to boot.

“That quick, huh. Hadn’t known you were on Coruscant. If I did I would’ve subcontracted to you instead of Wesell.”

“Yes, well, I’m currently in the employ of your target, and I won’t be swayed without a much more significant percentage of the payout than you’re willing to give.” He hesitated, tugging contemplatively at his beard, then said, “Naboo is a very wealthy planet, you know--”

“Not happening for me either, though I appreciate the offer. My employer isn’t someone I want to cross.” Yet.

“I see,” Ben said. “Well, I don’t suppose you’d be willing to talk about your... other contracts?”

He sent a significant glance at Boba’s door.

“Boba’s not a product,” Jango said sharply. “He was the reward.” That’s what the others are. Products. I have only one son.

“I didn’t mean to insult your family in such a way,” Ben said delicately, though he almost certainly had. Jango let it slide; up until a few minutes ago, he hadn’t known his colleague, rival, and occasional fuckbuddy had a son. All things considered, he was taking everything very well.

And the Jedi might receive the intel better if it was Ben selling it to them. After all, a clone army with the Jedi Killer’s face was always going to be a hard sell, and Ben was a born salesman. Jango had worked too hard for his revenge for it to falter now.

And... he found he wanted Ben and Boba to get to know each other. As it stood, the only other bounty hunter Boba knew was Aurra Sing, and as much as Jango respected her she was hardly a role model. He still had his Mandalorian sense of honor, and Ben was the only other bounty hunter he knew who had even a semblance of a moral code.

That was the only reason he wanted Ben to meet his son.

Besides, they hadn’t slept together in years, and Jango was nothing if not an opportunist.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner, and we’ll see if we can work something out.”

#fwb to enemies #prompt #my writing #sorry this took forever #Anonymous #jangobi #kenfetti #obi-wan really needs to choose another undercover name #tho kenobi is basically smith in the gffa so i guess it works #i wanted to work in a 'lets get you out of those wet clothes' joke but rest assured jango says it as some point #hes a dad now hes allowed to have dad jokes

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pidgeonspen · 3 years

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Carey’s dad, Bernard! I gave him heterochromia based on my URL namesake, a childhood dog of mine named Pidgeon, who had one blue eye and one brown.

Bio under cut! CW for descriptions of death, illness, and mentioned suicide!

Name: Bernard Jess (Birth name: Ralph Ellis) Playlist: Here! (Spotify)

Age: 48 Occupation: Con artist Location: Varies; travels around Northamer in his RV Birthplace: Sand Blast City Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Species: Dog (Based on tricolor Cavalier King Charles Spaniel) Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: +Positives: Charismatic; Clever; Exuberant; Jolly; Optimistic; -Negatives: Conniving; Fraudulent; Cowardly; Selfish; Opportunistic A real “people person” at his core, Bernard knows exactly what to say to get people to drop their guard around him. Armed with his wit and a silver tongue, he picks his marks and runs his scams, playing his short cons and booking it at the first sign of trouble. While he isn’t shy about his lifestyle of lying, cheating and bullshitting his way through life, he does truly love his wife, and holds the memories of his mother and father close to his heart. Likes: Bluegrass; Country music; Whiskey; Swindling people; Dislikes: The law; working; his hometown; dwelling on the past; violence; hospitals Hobbies: Acoustic guitar, fishing, storytelling, people-watching

Backstory (remember to heed the content warnings above!):

Born to Shirley and Maverick Ellis in the smog-filled, dome-covered rogues gallery known as Sand Blast City, Ralph had a fairly average childhood. While he attended school, his mother Shirly worked as a waitress in a dingy but well-known diner and his father, Maverick, worked the nearby mines. The Ellis family were very poor, and young Ralph often wore hand-me-downs and frequently struggled to keep up with his peers, making him a target for bullying.

When Ralph was 9 years old, Maverick perished as the mine collapsed. Shirley took a second job in a desperate effort to both pay for his funeral, and provide for their son. Ralph found himself targeted by bullies even more, though found support from other children who lost family in the mines. Life went on, the Ellis’ struggling to make ends meet and cope with the death of Maverick.

With no one to babysit, Ralph began heading into the diner after school, sitting at a booth and doing his homework. Over the years, he came to know its patrons, became familiar with its regulars and staff, and slowly began to master the art of people-watching. Ralph would sit, and listen, and watch these people - and got an earful of all the latest gossip. He learned that the man living in the apartment across had a nasty divorce and was a recovering alcoholic. The mother of one of his bullies was working the streets to keep food on the table. The stories of the neighborhood gambler, the old woman who also lost her son in the mines, the local politicians, of the baker who was having an affair, of the rich tourists who would make yearly stops in town - Ralph knew everyone.

And just like that, school life had become easier. No one would dare cross Ralph Ellis, because Ralph had all the dirty laundry on everyone - kids were less keen on bullying him when he threatened to expose their families as drug addicts or whores, or when he could tear their family apart with news of an affair. It wasn’t long until Ralph realized the power he held over his peers, and began blackmailing them into doing favors, such as carrying his stuff, doing his homework, and buying him clothes -- for the first time in his life, Ralph was able to wear more than hand-me-downs from the local thrift store. Life was starting to look up, and things were good.

Then it wasn’t. When Ralph was 15, his mother discovered she had cancer. They couldn’t afford treatment, and Shirley certainly couldn’t stop working her two jobs. Ralph took up a part-time job as a delivery boy, then a full-time job as Shirley’s condition worsened, dropping out of school to help. Within a year, she passed away.

And suddenly, at the tender age of 16, Ralph found himself orphaned, and within a few months, homeless. Despite everything - his father working his whole life and dying in those rotten mines, his mother taking two jobs, and Ralph himself giving up his education and taking up work - the Ellis family just couldn’t get ahead. Honest work didn’t pay. But he remembered coasting along in school, being able to pull peoples strings and manipulate others into working for him. He remembered the woes and weaknesses of the people around him. In a dog-eat-dog world, Ralph was determined to make his mark and make the most of the lemons life gave him.

Then, when Ralph was 19, a great plague swept over Sand Blast City. People were dying in the streets, and even more were panicking, desperate for a way to save themselves. Ralph saw an opportunity - his customers already trusted him, and he’d made it this far. It was time for his biggest, and riskiest, con yet. With a few local herbs, clean water, and a bit of cheap cold medicine, Ralph began marketing his miracle potion, promising immunity from the plague. With help from his silver tongue and the trust of the locals, the potions flew off the shelves. Ralph made more money than ever, and was, briefly, toted as a local hero. He knew he should have packed up shop and gotten the hell outta dodge, but he wanted to milk this operation for all it was worth. He stayed, intending to make and sell more of his miracle tonics…

And then, the plague got him.

The virus wracked Ralph’s body. For days, he lay by his wagon, delirious with high fever, struggling for breath, believing this would surely be his end -- and it almost was. Family of his customers tracked him down, furious that their loved ones weren’t protected as advertised. They beat the sickly con artist, and left him at death's door.

Ralph survived by the skin of his teeth, although not unscathed; as if a reminder of his treachery and what he’d done, his lungs were ruined, leaving him athsmatic, with a persistent cough and physically frail. But Ralph was nothing if not determined - as soon as he was well enough, he high-tailed it out of Sand Blast City.

Ralph would spend the next 5 years as a vagabond con-artist, selling cheap or bootlegged wares, which he either stole from yard sales or breaking and entering homes, pulling cat-in-a-bag cons and change raising, and continuing with his snake-oil salesman act. He often found himself being chased out of town, or on the run from local bounty hunters for crossing the wrong people. He also began using different names, switching his alias every few months or every year.

Then his life was changed when he stumbled into the Southern Baronies; an uppity, bountiful region famous for its large chao gardens and wine exports. It was then he met Margaret Blanche, one of Josiah Blanche’s daughters.

The Blanche’s were a prestigious family, renowned for their famous vineyard and exports, as well as owning the land upon which the Chao Garden was located. They were filthy rich, and acted the part -- which may be precisely why when Ralph, under the name ‘Bernard Jess’ - showed up, Margaret was smitten. ‘Bernard’ was exciting; he was handsome, charismatic, entertaining, funny, and judging by the stories he told the Blanche family, he led quite an adventurous life. Margaret had grown so bored of her life and wanted what Bernard had. Likewise, Bernard wanted what the Blanche’s had - their lavish lifestyle and money. He had come to them with the intention of robbing them blind, but found himself enamored with Margaret.

Josiah, of course, didn’t approve. He forbade the young couple from seeing one another, and had Bernard escorted from the property, deciding the young man wasn’t good enough for his daughter. Bernard knew he couldn’t really do anything about it, and focused on his cons with the other families in the Baronies. He and Margaret occasionally crossed paths during this time, and the two would spend time together in secret. Margaret fell more and more in love with the whimsy and rebellious attitude Bernard had towards life, and when it came time for Bernard to leave the Baronies, Margaret ran away with him

Life on the run together was golden. The two of them staged robberies, worked cons, and had made a small name for themselves. However, within a year, things suddenly took a turn when Margaret realized she had become pregnant. Fearing for her future, she pleaded with Bernard to take her back to the Baronies -- this had been great fun, but she was already tired of living off meager meals and on the run, and the pregnancy scared her. She wasn’t cut out for Bernard’s lifestyle, but promised him that upon returning, they would marry and he would join the Blanche family proper, and be able to leave this life behind.

And so they returned to the Baronies… Only to be humiliated by Josiah and the rest of the Blanches as they sneered and mocked and chastised Margaret for her stupid naivete and revealed that during her year-long romp with Bernard, they’d completely disowned her. Margaret, Bernard, nor their unborn child would see a penny of the Blanche fortune, nor were they even allowed on the property. Margaret was disgraced, disowned and suddenly, for the first time in her life, left with absolutely nothing. She was terrified and heartbroken, and all Bernard could do was be a shoulder to cry on - while knowing all too well this was his fault.

Bernard managed to make a very small arrangement with Josiah to make things just a little easier; on the very edge of the Baronies, hidden out of sight so as to not tarnish the view of the Chao Gardens and beautiful manors, was a small trailer park known as Barrow Creek. Bernard convinced Josiah to at the very least buy them a small plot of land, allow them to set up a RV to live in so Margaret could, at the very least, have a roof over her head. Josiah agreed, and the young couple moved into their new home.

Carey was born that year.

Margaret hadn’t wanted the child; as far as she was concerned, this was more Carey’s fault than Bernard’s. It didn’t help that Carey had been born with a defect - her left arm hadn’t formed past the shoulder. The baby was weak, requiring constant care and attention, and oh, how Margaret wished to smother the life from it and be done with this burden.

It was only on Bernard’s insistence that Carey was kept alive and fed; already, he was scheming how to make the most out of the situation. He felt nothing towards his daughter but inspiration -- he could make this work to his advantage. A disabled child would bring out the sympathy in people, making his cons go a lot smoother. People would give money out of pity or adoration for the disadvantaged family, he could spin a thousand sob stories about how she lost her arm, open donations to go towards putting her in school or getting her a prosthetic - in reality keeping the money for himself - and the possibilities for profit were endless.

For much of her infancy and childhood, Carey was toted around during Bernard’s many schemes, helping rake in donations from charitable and kind people. As she got older, Bernard got Carey more and more involved in his cons, reciting lines with her and having her partake in more elaborate schemes. He also taught her the art of picking pockets, breaking locks, lying, and stealing. By age 7, Carey was doing all this and more, being made to cook and clean and was expected to earn her keep for living with them, with Bernard making sure she understood that she was a financial burden unto her parents, all while using his charisma and manipulation to keep her adoring him.

However, during all of this, Margaret’s mental health was declining.

Gone was the bright, sheltered woman who wanted a life of risk and adventure - Margaret was bitter, angry, and jealous… but never directed any of it towards her husband, instead taking it out on their daughter and anyone else unfortunate enough to cross her path. She spent most of the day drunk and unhappy, or waiting for Bernard to return when he’d drive with Carey out of town to run a con.

Bernard was oblivious, for a time - and when he did become aware, he tried to ignore the problem. The rising tension between Margaret and Carey, Margaret’s drinking problem, and their growing debt were all things he tried to brush off, even as Margaret attempted to drown Carey out of jealousy for her spending so much time with Bernard.

By the time Carey was 10, the Baronies were no longer safe for the Jess family. People had wisened up to their act, the bounty hunters were closing in, as was the law. Desperate to get some cash for the road ahead, Bernard conspired to rob the Blanche’s estate. It would be a final sendoff, the last big gig before the Jess family laid low for a long time. Margaret was eager to reclaim what she’d left behind, but Carey had grown ill from neglect. She was sick with pneumonia, and thus sluggish and of little help - and so Bernard put her on guard duty, to keep an eye out if the cops or other signs of trouble appeared.

The heist didn’t quite go as planned.

In the end, the cops were called, and Bernard had shot and killed Josiah in an altercation. As Bernard and Margaret fled the scene, they left behind Carey purposefully, knowing the cops would stop for the small, sickly child. This allowed the couple to make a clean getaway, while ridding themselves of Carey’s burden.

It has now been 13 years since that day.

Bernard’s working alone now, with Margaret having taken her own life a few years ago. He carries that weight with him, knowing full well he ruined her life and that his neglect led to her deteriorating mental health. He still wears their wedding band, and insists on remaining loyal to her memory, though he does oftentimes feel lonely.

It’s difficult to pin where Bernard is at any given moment, as his cons often see him travelling all over Northamer. He’s still running his cons, hoping for that one big break and dodging bounty hunters and cops at every corner, keeping his past and his regrets close to his heart and hidden under lock and key.

#my art #my sonic fcs #sonic oc #sonic fc #OC: Bernard #ref sheets #they always say yeehaw but never ask haw yee :-(

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a-small-tired-lonely-potato · 3 years

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Pierrot & Ballerina

“Kuro?”

“Yee?”

“... Nah It’s nothing.”

“If it was nothing ya’ wouldn't've asked, now would ya’?”

“Well… Why-... You-... mmm”

“Come on Squirrel just ask me, you know I’m available for all intrusive questions, even the really gross one about adult things. Although if I’m being honest, I was hoping for at least a couple more years of anything but tha-”

“OH MI GOSH SHUT SHUT SHUT IT’S NOT ABOUT THAT!!!”

“Then what is it Lu?”

“... Why can’t I meet our siblings?”

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And to be honest, why can’t she? The old creeper is dead and gone isn’t he? Not to mention whatever voodoo magic that blonde kid did on Gaara made him better… Well not that much better, but at least he isn’t threatening to kill me every five minutes, and let’s be honest I used to think asking for that was like asking for world peace and endless sandwiches.

Not to mention with how great it’s been recently, a simple meeting should be no problemo!

It’s been calm here... really calm actually. You’d think the entire village would be panicking what with the death of the Kazekage, the failed invasion of Konoha, whatever the fucks going on with Gaara.

But no, despite all of that it’s calm?

I know the Leaf can’t exactly accuse us of much considering Orochimaru was responsible for most of the tomfuckery and they did technically unleash him upon the world. But still! You think they would’ve at least demanded something?!

...Fuck I’m paranoid, why can’t I just appreciate this? There’s nothing suspicious about this, Snake-Face only had power here because he stole the Kazekage’s face. Dickbag wasn’t smart enough to plant spies in our ranks or gain any more test subjects while he was in power. He was so focused on the Leaf that he ignored all the power he could’ve gotten from the Sand, the only one he might’ve been even remotely interested in is Obsidian, and he’s already made it crystal clear what he would do if he ever crossed paths with that Snake-Face again.

I know this, I made sure, I’m the only one who made sure!

So why don’t I want her to meet them?

“KUUUROOOOO!! I’M BAAACK!!!”

Speak of the devil.

“Really? Who would've guessed? Oh hey you wanna try that yell again? I’m not sure Mars heard you.”

She snorts and hits my arm before sitting on top of the oak kitchen island. “Stuff it Miriko’s, you know you're deaf as shit, last time I entered the house quietly you threw a pot at my head thinking I was an intruder.”

I wave my spatula at her before affirming. “That was because I was on a week-long mission and hadn’t slept that entire time, under those conditions even Shari would have thrown that pot at you. And hey, you dodged so what’s the issue?”

As I plate our food out onto plates Luci shrugs and replies. “I don’t know, I once heard Shari stayed awake for three weeks clinging onto the bottom of a carriage in order to carry out her mission.”

“Those are just rumors.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… it was just a week and a half. No need to blow it out of proportion.”

Luci ended up laughing so hard she snorted her milk, but as always, breakfast was great. We stayed there in the kitchen for a while, just chatting. Unlike usual, she could ask me about anything she wanted, no secret missions or classified files to worry about anymore.

I know she won’t tell me herself, but I know me being gone so long affected her in a bad way. Hiragano says she’s getting better about me leaving since our last duo-chat together but I worry about her and our deadlines. Hopefully after the chunin exams the council will let me go solo and my schedule won’t be so finicky anymore.

But I can work on that later, now I have bigger fish to fry.

“Hey Luci?”

She looks up from her paint log and gazes at me questioningly. “Yeah? What’cha need?”

Taking a breath as I calm myself, I reply. “Do you still want to meet our family?”

Her reaction breaks my heart, her eyes light up at my question before remembering our last conversation and turning her face back to her catalog. “Nah it’s fine, we got ta’ much going on for us to have a impromptu family meet-&-greet on top of everything.” She says that, but I know better.

She’s been waiting for this, and she deserves them, they deserve her too. I can’t stretch this out any longer just because of my personal feelings.

“I know our last conversation ended… Abruptly, and I’m sorry for that Lu, I was upset and I should have waited until I wasn’t angry to have that debate with you.”

She crosses her arms on the counter and lays her head on them. “It was my fault too… You just got back from a mission, a bad one too, I should’a waited until you finished dinner at the ver’ least…”

I sigh remembering that truly awful day. I had just gotten back from a mission that went all the worst kind of ways, Gaara had snapped halfway through and killed the target we were supposed to interrogate, Baki had been on my case regarding my untimely disappearances, Temari got her shoulder busted by a enemy while I was out gathering intel, and the ever so “Delightful” Lord Kazekage made me stand for three fucking hours listening to him chatter on about how all of that was my fault and how I should have done better.

All in all, it was the perfect hell. So you can imagine how tired I was when I finally made it home, and when Luci asked me about meeting everyone… It didn’t go well.

“Luci, we both could’ve done better that day, I should’ve postponed it...” I held her hand while tapping her forehead, she lifted her head from her arms and continued for me. “And I should’ve waited.”

As I hold onto her hand I sigh as we both say. “We will do better next time, and there is Always a next time.”

Mantra completed. Now for talkies. ”I think I would be willing to have you meet them, Luci. It’ll be just for a bit, no moving in, no guaranteed future meetings, no proclamations on Family-dom, just a meet-up for lunch and if it goes well, I’ll consider more outings.”

She looks happy but still doubtful. “That sounds great Kuro, but we don’t haf’to, we can wait until my Chunin exams like we planned. I know you’re worried for my safety. We can wait…”

I smile and kiss her forehead. “I musta’ did something real good to get you as a sister Squirrel. I appreciate you so much. And ta’ make sure you believe me, I’m gonna trust you when you say you’re ready.”

I realized why I didn’t want her to meet them. I wanted these days to last forever, her and me, brother and sister, Pierrot and Ballerina. Temari has always had friends, Baki has trusted comrades and loads of subordinates, even Gaara had Yashamaru for a short time, and then his Bijju, and now Naruto. But Luci was all I had, all I have.

Luci was all mine, and in turn I was all hers. My stolen treasure. I wanted to keep it just us forever. But in true Luci fashion, the sparkle in her eyes chased away the last of my doubts. “You mean it?”

I nod my head and answer. “Lucida, Let’s meet our family.”

As she hugs me and whispers. ”Thank you so much Kankuro.”

I can only hope I haven't made a wrong decision...

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*First time writing Fan fiction tbh, not sure how it went. If y'all want more let me know kay? This was just a lil brain drabble I wrote for my comic.

*If Y'all have any questions as always Let-mah-no.

#naruto #naruto funny #kankurou #oc #fanfic #siblings #sand siblings #temari #sand village #sand sibs #suna no gaara #sabaku no gaara #naruto shippuden #drabble #naruto drabble

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An Attempt At Normalcy

They wanted a bit of normalcy. Well, Stephen was trying to get the kids to have some semblance of normalcy so instead of eating at home with either takeout or a home cooked meal...they went out. Of course considering they were a large family of nine, they needed a large table to be accommodated and something in the back and a little private since Tony was there. Even after all these years, the paparazzi couldn't get enough of him and the family.

All of the kids were sitting and looking at their menus sans Valerie who was coloring on the paper kids menu she and Diana had been given. Diana was at the age where she could read now, and quite well so she was also trying to decide what she wanted for lunch. The place was a family establishment so it wasn't fancy and wouldn't make things extremely difficult for the kids to find, but still Stephen stared at the extra kids menu with a look like he was trying to set it ablaze with his eyes.

Tony looks up from wiping the drool off Lucy's mouth and ignores the infant as she slams her hands on the table and babble nonsense. "Honey, it's going to burst into flames if you keep looking at it like that." He chuckles.

"I'm just double checking to make sure there isn't any mango in any of the food or juice Valerie may want." Stephen sighs as he sets the menu down to pick up his own.

"Duchess, mango is hardly served at places like this. Just get her the chicken fingers with fries and a glass of milk. She'll be happy."

Stephen grunts. "Worry about your own leech."

Tony grins and tightens his hold around Lucy where she's comfortably placed on one of his legs. She had found her father's silverware and was currently slobbering all over the spoon since Tony had moved the knife and fork out of her reach and was even a little offended when he tried offering her one of her toys in place of the spoon. The glare she gave him was definitely inherited from her mother and Tony vocally said so since Stephen had been in the room the first time it happened.

The doctor was considerably less salty about her clinginess to Tony when the glare came out. All over a bottle that Tony took away too fast. He learned his lesson and let Lucy keep her bottles until she let go or she was just sucking on air. Tony endured the angry glares when it came to empty bottles.

"She has her spoon. She's happy." Tony shrugs.

"I really wish she'd play with one of her toys instead." Stephen sighs and puts his menu back down after deciding on his lunch.

"I tried. You saw the glare."

"If you keep letting her have her way, she's going to grow up a spoiled brat."

Tony rolls his eyes. "It's a spoon not a credit card."

Stephen huffs but a smile does finally grace his features as the waitress comes over with her own smile. She was a nice younger girl trying to pay her way through college and even though their trips to the restaurant were rare, they always asked specifically for her. Tony always left an enormous tip.

"Who's this cutie?" She coos at Lucy who looks up at her and babbles and drools around her spoon.

"This is the Baroness. Her name is Lucy." Tony says. "How are classes going Olivia?"

"Great! So what are we all having today?" Olivia asks.

Lunch was ordered and brought out in good time and they ate happily as they all conversed about one thing or another. Harley and Peter were talking about another possible project to work on in the lab, the twins eventually joined in on the conversation, and Diana was telling Stephen about the cookies she made with Cassie. The sorcerer listened intently as he wiped off the ranch dressing smeared across Valerie's face, and Tony alternated between feeding Lucy and feeding himself. It was about halfway through their meal when another family walked nearby to be seated but stopped and looked at them.

"So this is where you ran off to. You got Tony Stark's pity." The woman sneers and both William and Thomas freeze.

The rest of the family stop eating collectively and look up at the family that William was actively avoiding eye contact with. Thomas was glaring and Stephen...well Tony managed to catch the glint of gold that flashed in his eyes. Mama Dragon was clawing his way to the surface and Tony had to stop it. He really didn't want to pay for damages.

Tony stands with Lucy in his arms and glares at the couple and their four children. Foster kids? Actual kids? He wasn't sure at the moment but didn't care. No one disrespected his children, especially in front of him.

"Excuse you?" Tony glowers angrily. "Who are you to come in here and verbally attack my kids while we're trying to enjoy a family meal?" He snaps.

"They were more trouble than they were wor--" The lady starts.

It was then that Lucy threw her spoon, with deadly accuracy, at the woman's forehead. Tony's lip very minutely quirked up humorously but he managed to keep himself under control. Maybe it was the woman's tone that angered the baby but she was babbling angrily at her and the woman had looked both appalled and infuriated. When the man opened his mouth to say something, Tony held up a finger.

"Ah! No. You and your family go sit down and eat. I don't want to hear another word about Thomas and William or the rest of my family or I will sue you of everything." Tony threatens.

"They are not a burden." Stephen finally says. "Thomas and William are amazing kids and you among the rest of their previous homes restricted them. I'm sure you only cared for the money."

"And you don't?" The man says and Tony scoffs.

"I'm a billionaire. What the state pays you is pennies to me. I told them not to bother and they're officially ours anyway."

The woman smartly keeps her mouth shut and walks away with her family with a huff and to Tony's surprise, a couple of the kids looked at him and the twins apologetically. Tony was starting to wonder again if they were foster kids. He stamped the thought down quickly though because if he gave off the slightest hint that he might want to save those kids, Stephen would hop on the train. Not even they could save all the orphans and foster kids of New York and Tony was a little afraid that Stephen would try.

Lucy babbles angrily at the retreating family as Tony sits back down and the twins finally relax and go back to enjoying their food.

"That's my good girl." Tony grins and smooches a chubby cheek multiple times, making the baby laugh.

Stephen looks over at Thomas and William. "I shouldn't condone running away from home but I'm glad you did. I don't know what they did but you're safe with us." He pauses and frowns a bit. "You feel safe don't you? Despite the circumstances."

William looks over and nods. "We... we've never called any of our foster parents Mom and Dad."

"At least not willingly." Thomas mumbles.

Tony grunts and ruffles Thomas's hair, and they finish their food just as Olivia comes over to bring the check. He pays it and pulls out some cash for her tip and the waitress takes it with a grateful smile and a thanks before walking away to take care of the check. The family gets up and starts filing out of the restaurant and Tony follows once he gets his card from Olivia. Lucy babbles to the waitress as Tony leaves and meets Stephen and the kids outside.

"Daddy, can we go get ice cream?" Diana asks as Stephen hands Lucy a teething ring.

"I think we can do ice cream." Tony nods.

"Last one there--" Thomas starts and turns to dash away until Stephen grabs the back of his shirt.

"No running!" He says and Thomas huffs.

"Aww...no fun."

The ice cream parlor was a short walk away so the family decided to hoof it instead of driving, that way they could take the girls to the park. Valerie was carried by Stephen, and Harley gave Diana a piggy-back ride all the way to the parlor and even the park before he let her down. They all ate their ice cream before spreading out in different directions, and Stephen discreetly got a frisbee through a small portal for Harley and Thomas to use. Diana pulled Peter over to the monkey bars and Valerie quietly asked if William would take her to play on the swings which he of course agreed to, leaving Tony and Stephen on a bench with Lucy.

A blanket and a few of the baby's toys were also retrieved through the portal and Tony handed Lucy to Stephen so he could lay out the blanket for them to lay on. Lucy was content to chew on her teething ring until the blanket was spread and then the couple laid on it themselves after placing her between them with her toys.

"It took a lot of willpower not to laugh when she threw that spoon at that woman." Stephen finally says after a few minutes of calm.

Tony bursts into laughter. "Diana did it too but unfortunately I was the target." He sobers a bit at the memory. "It happened after…" he trails off and sighs, causing Stephen to sit up and look at him.

"Tony... we're home. Yes, I missed those memories and milestones but I got a second chance with Valerie." Stephen smiles. "Now we have Lucy and you've robbed me of her attention and I'm here."

Tony snorts. "Hey, I had nothing to do with that. Maybe your book decided I needed my own leech...the princess was Cassie's from the moment we left the compound."

"I don't think she minds. It might have helped her too to be honest. If it was just you and her--" Stephen starts.

"Cassie would have had no one to talk to. I...wasn't in the greatest state of mind for a while. She was heaven sent." Tony admits.

"It all worked out." Stephen says softly and grunts when Lucy chucks her teething ring at his forehead. "She is definitely your child."

Tony snickers and sits up to look at the rest of the kids before looking back at Stephen.

"Think there's a chance Harley has something to do with it?"

"I wouldn't put it past him." Stephen answers as he picks up the ring and gives it back to Lucy after checking it for dirt.

"He's looking at William again." Tony states with a smirk when he looks back over at their oldest.

He had just thrown the frisbee over to Thomas and his attention was directed to their youngest son who was pushing Valerie on the swing. Tony didn't miss the faint smile on Harley's face before the frisbee hit it and chuckles when he groans and holds a hand over his face.

"I really wish he would say something." Stephen sighs. "The pining is getting to Scott and Quill's level and I don't think I can go through that again."

"Ah, give it another month."

"It's been two years Tony."

"Then it's way past Porcupine and Thumbelina's level." Tony grins. "It only took them a few months.

"Thank the Vishanti for that."

"Mom! My nose is bleeding!" Harley says as he walks over with his hand over his nose. "Do you have a tissue?"

Stephen fishes a packet of tissues out of his pocket and holds them up to Harley. "Maybe pay attention next time." He smirks.

The blush that creeped onto Harley's face was well worth the tease.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #supremefamily #mama bear stephen strange #mama bear au

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BL | AUGUST—DECEMBER 2020

It looks like these next few months are going to be jammed packed with bl series! I know I’m not the only one struggling to keep a handle on them so here’s a somewhat long list of all the series that will be released from August to December.* All shows are directly linked to their page on mydramalist so you can easily find out more about them.

*only the ones that have ‘confirmed’ airs dates will be included on this list. it will be updated/fixed according to any news that is released.

Still2Gether | ยังอยู่ด้วยกัน (AUGUST)

Is there any need to wait 10 years to see if the love between Sarawat and Tine lasts? In these special episodes we will see their relationship in Sarawat’s point of view. How he chased after Tine, even when it was only fake. At least until it became real, and Sarawat could be with the one he had been in love with for years, while Tine was still unaware of this connection. Finally we can see the lives of the other couples as they continue to love and care for each other. Man and Type, Phukong and Mil, how are their relationships lasting after all this time?

Love By Chance: A Chance to Love | รักนี้บังเอิญคือคุณ 2: โอกาสที่จะได้รัก (AUGUST)

Continuation of Love By Chance with TinCan as the main couple. Can is learning about what love is and the obstacles that come with it. Kengkla tries to reconcile with No.

Oxygen | ออกซิเจน เดอะซีรีส์ - ดั่งลมหายใจ (AUGUST)

Orphaned at a very young age, Gui, a fourth-year engineering student, has had to work hard and earn for himself for as long as he can remember. Still, through the test of time, he still has a soft demeanor and a smile on his face. Solo, a freshman in the Faculty of Music, can get anything he wants with a flick of his wrist. Money, fame, good looks, the boy has everything, except his smile. When Solo's mother passed away, she took with her his smile. Nothing could fill this missing hole in him... that is — until one day when he sees a smiling boy working at a cafe. One night the two worlds collide in a small coffee shop. For a cup of hot milk and a warm smile, Solo finds himself back in the cafe every night. For a soft boy who reminds him of a husky, Gui finds himself waiting for a late-night visitor with a cup of hot milk, night after night. Night after night, the two boys continue to meet. At the same spot, at the same time, until they soon come to realize that they have become each other's breath. A necessity. Just like Oxygen.

GEN Y | วัยรุ่นวุ่นYรัก (SEPTEMBER)

In the world of Y, many relationships might happen from imagination but how many times does that relationship comes from the real world?

My Gear and Your Gown | เกียร์สีขาวกับกาวน์สีฝุ่น (SEPTEMBER)

Meet Dr. Bai, a smart medical student, former head of the school's academic club. He doesn't have confidence about his facial appearance and lastly, he doesn't believe in LOVE. Brick, a handsome engineering student and the former head of the sports club. No matter what happens, my gear only matches with your gown.

Interpret My Love With Your Heart | แปลรักฉันด้วยใจเธอ (OCTOBER)

The story of two high school boys who were learning their deep relationship through complicated and unstable feelings like a storm that blows the boat away from its path. It was contrary to peaceful Phuket where they lived.

My Ride (NOVEMBER)

Dr. Tawan often hires Mork, a motorcycle driver, to drop him at his dentist boyfriend's apartment after work. One day, however, when Mork knowingly makes Dr. Tawan late for his date, Dr. Tawan finds out that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. Heartbroken and feeling betrayed, Tawan breaks up with his boyfriend. In the meantime, his friendship with Mork continues to grow. This drama is about sweet and innocent development of a friendship and then love between a rider and his passenger.

Thonhon Chonlathee | ต้นหนชลธี (NOVEMBER)

Chonlathee, a shiny boy with a love heart, secretly has a crush on a guy next door, Thonhon, since he was a kid because P‘Thon always takes care of him as if they were real brothers. But Chonlathee can only watch P‘Thon and his girlfriend from afar. Until the fortune favors him as P‘Thon updates his status as single, Chonlathee decides to change his look to win P‘Thon‘s heart. The closeness starts to change into a deep bond. The tsundere P‘Thon starts to feel confused with his feelings. His mouth keeps saying that he doesn’t think of Nong that way but when Nong goes with someone else, he feels insecure inside. He can‘t help but keeps being possessive and worries about Nong. Not to mention that his ex-girlfriend comes back and makes things more complicated. Also, those fans of Nong are having eyes on him. How will this love wind up?

Manner of Death | พฤติการณ์ที่ตาย (NOVEMBER)

Dr. Bahnjit is a medical examiner who works at the provincial hospital. One day, the body of a woman who died as a result of hanging comes in and after carrying out the autopsy, Dr. Bahnjit concludes that it not suicide but in fact a murder case. This suddenly makes him a target of someone powerful. As a result of his statement, Dr. Bahnjit has an anonymous man break into his house and threatens him to change the report to suicide. Dr. Bahnjit doesn't take this man's threat seriously, until one day one of his friends, who is a prosecutor disappears. He begins to secretly conduct an investigation of his own in order to get to the truth — and somehow all clues lead to a man called Tan as the main suspect. Tan, however, denies everything and instead convinces Dr. Banjit to work together in order to get to the bottom of this and find the real murderer together.

TharnType 2: 7 Years of Love (DECEMBER)

#still2gether #love by chance 2 #manner of death #tharntype 2: 7 years of love #my gear and your gown #thonhon chonlathee #thonhon chanlathee the series #my ride #Interpret My Love With Your Heart #oxygen the series #gen y the series #this was a bitch to do #and i didn't even include all of the shows but i didn't want these to get too long so i simply included the ones that i'm most excited for #i might create a part 2 or do one for the first half of 2020 because ??? so many shows #ALSO HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT COOPER/KIM ARE GOING TO BE ON GEN Y?? my original mingkit heart is so soft right now #i don't even think they will be a pairing but who cares!! bas is also in it!!#hopefully all these links work + i'm getting all my info from mdl so...it might not be 100% accurate oops

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid 192

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Holding Keith’s hand in public felt nice. Walking from the hotel to the restaurant, Lance found himself watching families of all types as they walked. He couldn’t help it. A smile coming to his lips as he watched kids nag their parents, or listened to them as they played. His hand sitting on his stomach while his mind substituted the kids for their twins, and the parents as Keith. Keith would be such a good dad. He absolutely knew that for certain. He’d worried when Keith had spent most of the night sleepless, the walk seeming to invigorate him as it wore away Keith’s energy. Keith needed his coffee pronto, lest a server cop his boyfriend’s uncaffeinated anger loaf rage.

Leading Keith into the restaurant, it had a kind of rustic charm. Heavy oak logs made the walls, with all kinds of memorabilia stuck to the walls, including a giant stuffed fish with a plaque that red “Billy Bass”. It appealed to his tacky side in all the right ways. Sending Keith to find a seat, his boyfriend slouched off to throw himself into the only available booth. Lance giving a shake of his head affectionately. He really loved that cranky werewolf. Waddling over to the counter, he forced himself to remember to look and act like a girl. Keith didn’t know he was terrified of the same kind of comments made at the petting zoo being repeated. This trip had to go as well and as smoothly as it could. Picking up the menu, he knew instantly he wanted more than pancakes. Everything smelt vaguely appealing, and Keith would eat like there was no tomorrow.

“What can I do you for, darling?”

Jumping at being unexpectedly talked to, the woman behind the counter cackled at him

“Sorry, love! I didn’t think you’d be lost in thought over a menu”

Lance flashed a smile, careful of his teeth. He kind of wished he’d worn a set of glasses. The more he stood in the restaurant, the more he heard and the bigger the world suddenly seemed to be

“Sorry, everything sounds so good I’m not sure where to begin”

The woman chuckled

“I remember those feelings. How many you got in there?”

“Two. I guess I do look pretty big”

“And carrying low, you’ll be in labour no time, love. Now. What do think?”

No. Nope. No labour for him. Not unless he was comfortably set up at VOLTRON... he’d hold his legs together for as long as possible if their twins dared to think of coming this soon

“I think I’m famished. Can I please order two sets of pancakes and two sets of the bacon breakfasts? Ooooh, and I’ll grab a fruit salad, two of the largest coffees you have, aaaand... I think I’ll have a green tea latte... and a fruit salad. Yeah, that’s all, thank you... oh! Do you guys have soy milk? I don’t want to gas my boyfriend”

The woman behind the counter ogled him fo a moment, shaking her head and laughing again

“I don’t know where you’re going to fit all that... We have soy, almond, and regular. None of that skin stuff”

Lance blushed. He couldn’t help that he didn’t exactly know what he felt like, but food seemed like an amazing idea

“It’s for me and my partner. Soy will be fine, thanks”

The woman slapped his arm gently with the back of her hand

“I know that, love. Just an old woman teasing”

“You don’t look that old”

She looked about the age he should look... her name tag reading “Dae”, the white tag almost lost in the red of her bright red shirt

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Now, darling, cash or card?”

“Card please”

The woman rang up there largish breakfast bill. Lance paying as he was trapped into small talk

“So, love. Are you here for our Easter markets? Or you one of those passing through?”

“Oh, my boyfriend and I are spending a few days here. We’re meeting up with some friends”

The woman printed him a receipt without him asking

“I’m sure you’ll find this quite boring compared with the cities around here, but we have own charm. Now, can I get a name for this order?”

He’d been prepared for that. He’d made kind of a mental story for himself. He and his photographer boyfriend were driving up, stopping in small towns as Keith built up a portfolio in the hopes of turning to selling prints online

“Lancella... my, uh, parents were hoping for a boy”

“I’m sure they love you at any rate. We can’t help our names. You go take a load off and I’ll bring your coffee over. Take my advice, love, take a look at the markets while you’re here. They really are something else”

“Awesome. We might just take your advice. Thank you”

Siding, barely, into the booth opposite Keith, Keith was glaring at the menu in his hands. Tugging it free, his boyfriend huffed as Lance set the menu back into its holder

“Your coffee’s coming”

“Good”

Keith should have perked up at the thought of coffee. The scent was strong enough that Lance’s stomach was threatening to turn traitor right there at the booth

“Babe?”

“It’s nothing. You looked like you were having a good conversation, Lancella”

Lance rolled his eyes at the name

“I’m a simple man. The best lies have a kernel of truth in them”

“It pisses me off that you have to lie. You’re you. If people don’t like that, they can go play in traffic”

There was his grumpy little anger loaf. He’d also realised something that was likely to make Keith grumpier

“You can’t just put them in traffic. You know, we’re going to be in trouble”

Keith sighed deeply

“What for now?”

“I’m starving... and all that food has to come back up. Plus, apparently I’m going to pop soon”

Scowling at him, Keith sat back and crossed his arms. His voice firm and joke free

“There’s no way you’re allowed to even think about giving birth in this crappy town. Don’t even think about going into labour”

Sometimes it was scary how in tune they were. He didn’t want to give birth here, yet he couldn’t hate this town

“I don’t know. This town isn’t that crappy. This is the town you were born in and you’re not crappy. Maybe crabby... but not crappy”

“You’re fucking hilarious”

Lance shot his boyfriend double finger guns

“I try. But seriously, I’m starving...”

He’d also forgotten to do his shots before leaving the hotel room. Keith coming out with the bath mat around his waist had driven away the thought. His boyfriend hadn’t questioned why he’d packed heavier than usual. There was a whole suitcase of towels and bedding, waiting to be unpacked. His new plan was that after breakfast they’d unpack a little more, and he’d look up the directions to the cemetery where Keith’s dad was buried. The vampire knew his own pain from having now lost both his parents, yet that was nothing compared to Keith losing his dad at such a young age. Making the comparison seemed really shitty and like it lorded the fact Lance had had his parents for so long, that’s why he’d never say it out loud.

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the coffee and the latte. Keith sliding both mugs towards him as Lance thanked “Dae”. Wrapping his hands around his cold drink, there was kind of a happy peacefulness as Keith took his first sip of coffee. This was nice. Them having no real schedule. Not rushing around. Kind of on a date, but not at the same time...

“Stop staring”

Chuckling, Lance moved his hand up to take the straw between his fingers, stirring his latte as continued to stare

“What are you going to do if I don’t?”

Kicking him under the table, that was Keith’s great comeback

“Really, babe?”

“Fuck you. Fight me”

It’d be soon long since he’d heard that one. The second they found out he was carrying, he had to behave himself and training went out the window

“I could beat you, but we both know you’d liked it”

Delivering the words slowly and purposely, Lance succeeded in making Keith choke on his coffee. Placing the mug down, his boyfriend coughed into his hand

“Fuuuuck...”

“Still want to fight me?”

“Keep this up and I’ll beat your arse so hard you won’t be able to walk for a month”

“Do you promise?”

On the back of choking on his coffee, Keith choked on air. His hand fanning his face as he shook his head

“You deserve to be punched in the dick for that”

“Nah. You love me too much for that”

“God. I fucked that one up”

Lance knew Keith was teasing, yet he felt himself automatically tear up. Apparently he could dish it, but his ego was too much of a diva to take it. Dropping his gaze to his drink, he felt awful for how he’d reacted

“Babe?”

“It’s nothing”

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I guess my hormones are being silly. It’s ridiculous”

Keith wisely decided not to agree with him, changing the topic

“What did you order?”

Raising his head again, Lance shot him that fake smile that hadn’t come out in so long that he wasn’t sure he was doing it right

“Pancakes. Eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausages, and fried onion. Coffee for you. Tea for me, and fruit salad”

“You think that’s enough?”

Now he was feeling self conscious over how much he wanted to scarf down his food

“I figured you’d eat what I didn’t...”

Keith playfully kicked him under the table again

“Great. Now I’m the garbage disposal unit”

Shit. Why had his mood plummeted so much? Now it had, his ego was getting riled up. He was starting to feel vulnerable over being pregnant and into a strange place, where people he didn’t know could easily target him, or Keith. He couldn’t scent anyone like them in the place, yet he’d been so care free when they’d come in, he hadn’t thought to. The sudden shift to extreme vulnerability by his ego threw him off. They were a goddamn vampire. Had he been so inclined, he could easily take every single human on in the restaurant... Why was he suddenly so spineless? And why was his ego not propping his mood up with its usual douche attitude.

“Babe, you’ve gone pale. And you’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

He was shaking? He hadn’t noticed...

“Sorry. My ego... just went funny...”

Keith stared at him in confusion

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know...”

He didn’t know. Was it not sure keith could protect them? No. Keith could and would go beyond them. Then why did it want him to run? All he wanted was a nice breakfast with Keith, so Keith wouldn’t be so stressed about what was to come...

Leaning across the table, Keith’s confusion grew. Cocking his head, he drew back slowly

“You feel like... you’re pushing everything away. If there’s something wrong...”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m sorry”

Trying to let his ego flare a little, the instinct to run grew with it. Lance quick to force it back down. Maybe he’d been too focused on being home of late? No one had made any kind of threat towards him

“If you’re not feeling well, we can go back to the room”

“That’s not it. All of a sudden I got a spike of fear and I’m not sure why”

Keith pursed his lips, shook his head, then suddenly decided to move to sit next to Lance, a little too fast for Lance’s liking. Taking his hand in his, his boyfriend squeezed softly

“You don’t need to be scared”

Having Keith close should have calmed him, yet the spike of fear had spiked his anxiety over not knowing why he was kind of internally freaking out

“I know. All I wanted was a nice breakfast”

“We can still have a nice breakfast...”

“I’m so sorry. I know you’re stressing badly. This has to be so much all at once”

The restaurant was loud, despite it being breakfast time. Too many people seemed way too awake

“The glasses help. Do you want them?”

Yes. And ear plugs. Someone dropped something in the kitchen, Lance flinching at the sound as he shook his head

“No. No... it’s okay. I’ve been doing this longer than you have”

“Are you sure?”

“Babe, I’ll be okay. It’s just weird... I don’t smell anything... bad. Maybe I’ve spent too much time hermitting”

“Or maybe people just suck?”

“Careful, babe. Your grump’s showing”

Keith huffed with a pout

“I’m not being grumpy”

“Fine, your lack of people love is showing. I hope breakfast doesn’t take too long”

“You need to eat more. You’re all skin and bones”

Lance’s ego chose to take the wrong way. He ate. Keith knew he ate. He couldn’t bring Keith’s mood down any further

“I’m going to. Your babies are demanding it”

Bring their hands to Lance’s stomach, Keith rested them there

“Already causing so much trouble. You two better give your dad a break”

“That’d be nice. I think the first thing they’re getting when they’re old enough is a trampoline”

“Why do I feel like you’re the one who’s going to be spending more time on it than them?”

“Because it’s nice to lay out under the stars?”

They hadn’t done that in so long... Maybe they’d get a chance while they were here?

“I wonder what sex would be like?”

And there Keith went stating the real reason he supported getting their kids a trampoline

“I’m not conceiving any future siblings on a trampoline”

Keith bumped his shoulder lightly

“There goes that idea...”

“I’m going to put you in a time out if you don’t get your mind out of the gutter”

“But without the gutter, my mind would be homeless”

Without missing a beat, the werewolf had him groaning

“Who taught you that one? They need to be shot”

Keith grinned, Lance kind of envious that no matter how upset Keith was internally, he was keeping his ego well under control. He should be proud. No. He was proud. He just wished his would perk back up

“Pretty sure I learned that from you”

Great. He couldn’t exactly shoot himself... though he’d definitely shot himself in the foot in the metaphoric sense

“You don’t want to listen to me. I’m going crazy in my old age”

“You’re not even that old”

“Older than you”

Keith put on that bad southern drawl that never failed to work on him

“And twice as pretty. A pretty little thing like you should be careful. A big bad wolf might just gobble you up”

“Nah, my boyfriend takes care of all the scary things out there”

“I could take him. They don’t call me the Mullet for nothin’”

Oh lord. That was terrible. That was terrible and Keith knew it was terrible

“Is it because you’re kinda fishy? A bit limp all dead eyed?”

“Why, miss. I’ve been told I’ve got the perdiest eyes around”

Lance let out a long groan of defeat. He didn’t feel safe, and as much as he didn’t want to feel amused, Keith’s stupidity was kind of turning his frown upside down

“Alright. No more. I get it”

“Do you feel any better?”

No...

“Yeah. I’m still staving, though”

“It won’t be too much longer... hopefully”

Keith kept a careful eye on Lance once their breakfast finally arrived. Lance noticing, and responding by eating despite the lack of interest in the pancakes he’d wanted. It was hard to pretend to be happy. Everything felt too much for him, and having it all feel too much for Lance threw him.

Holding it together, the walk back to the hotel was brisk. Lance tried to shake him off to go to the bathroom alone, but Keith wasn’t having it. As Lance “threw” himself down to vomit, he slipped behind him, tugging off the annoying wig so he could rest his chin on Lance’s shoulder. His boyfriend was shaking, his skin felt a little colder than its above barely warm natural state. Having played breakfast over in his mind, he still didn’t know why Lance had spooked, or why his ego had drawn in. The only thing he could think of was that that woman’s words brought up Lance’s fear of giving birth soon. No one had said anything to his precious mate. No one had barely looked their way. No. Everyone else was too busy fucking chewing like a herd of cows. The noise infuriating now he’d noticed.

Staying with Lance until his stomach settled, his boyfriend wobbled on his feet as he stood. Keith had spent the time giving Lance belly rubs and trying smother him in his scent to calm him down. His own ego was rattled by their mates strange actions, making it almost mad at a situation where no one was to blame. Rinsing his mouth out, Lance stared at him in the mirror. He looked exhausted

“I’m sorry”

No. Lance had nothing to be sorry for

“Babe. Hey, it happens”

“I’m supposed to be the one in control here... and I freaked out for no real reason”

“It’s okay”

Lance didn’t know he was semi echoing Keith’s earlier movement as he kicked the basin cabinet lightly

“No. No it’s not. You’re stressed. You’re in a new environment. You’re being forced to go out with me when I look like this. And I couldn’t even keep my shit together long enough to enjoy being out to breakfast with you. It’s fucking pathetic. I should be past all this shit”

“You’re overthinking things again”

Sighing deeply, Lance went to grab his toothbrush out the toilet bag, only to knock the contents out. Sensing the impending tears, he turned his boyfriend towards him, gathering him against him

“Babe. Hey. It’s okay. I’m not mad and you haven’t done anything wrong”

Lance shook his head again

“I’m sorry... God. I feel so fucking incompetent”

Lance wasn’t incompetent. Keith ego saddened to hear their mate talk about himself like that. He wanted to make Lance smile again

“You’re not. Didn’t Dae say something about a fair?”

Again, Lance shook his head

“Sorry... I think I want to lay down for a bit... and I really need to pee. Can... can you get the blankets out the suitcase? They’re in the black one”

“And you’ll be okay?”

“I’m going to pee, then I’ll be out”

Kissing Lance’s hair, Keith found himself more anxious over Lance than the thought of seeing his father’s grave. Maybe Lance was more tired from the day before than he was letting on

“Alright. I’ll be waiting”

When Lance came shuffling out the bathroom, he made straight for Keith. Keith having covered the top of the hotel bed with their three blankets, the bottom one acting as the sheet between them and the crappy bedding below. Lifting the corner back, his boyfriend climbed in beside him. Shoes and all. Lance had to be dead tired to not fight him over his shoes, which had kind of become part of Keith’s daily job. Laying himself against him, Lance rested his head on Keith’s chest, arm snaking around him. Somehow the feeling that came to mind was akin to missing that bottom step and terror flooring you for a moment as your stomach dropped. When Lance started crying, Keith could only let him cry it out. He’d gotten used to Lance having more emotions than he thought possible for a vampire. Lance’s motto seemed to be “sometimes you just need to cry it out”. Still. It sucked. They were so far from their friends. So far from home... and the hard bit was yet to come.

Falling asleep Keith, Lance carefully pried himself off his boyfriend. He felt safer for being in the hotel room, and disoriented from how hard he’d seemed to nap. Creeping to the bathroom, then back into their room, Lance mentally sighed to himself over his emotions. He was being so dumb. Keith needed him... None of this... he couldn’t break down now. Taking his phone off the bedside table, the vampire crept back into the bathroom. He’d already talked to Keith, explaining that he didn’t get what was going on at all... Yet he wasn’t sure that Keith believed him. His people hating boyfriend had offered to take him to the markets on for Easter. That wasn’t Keith’s thing. That was Keith grasping at straws and trying to find a way to make him happy again.

The call took a long time to answer, Krolia’s voice happy as Lance wondered if he was annoying her

“Hey, Lance! How are you?! Did you and Keith arrive safely, I swear that boy never thinks to let me know he’s okay”

They’d sent a message to group chat, and that was about it. With some small unpacking, they’d both been too tired for phone calls and any form of in-depth conversation

“Sorry, Krolia. Yeah, we got here okay. If this is a bad time, I can call back”

“No. Not at all. Is everything okay? I mean, I’m thrilled you called, but I’m confused as to why”

That stung a little. He hadn’t spoken to Krolia all that much since Keith turned...

“I won’t keep you long. I have a question, and I think you’re about the only one who understands what it’s like to be pregnant”

He would have turned straight to Mami if she’d been alive. He felt like he really needed that maternal support right now. Hearing her voice would have driven home she was safe and she would have teased him for being hopeless

“Shoot away! Are my two grandbabies giving you grief already? I can have a stern talking to them, if they are”

He wanted to reach through the phone and hug Krolia. Keith was absolutely amazing with him, yet he couldn’t fall pregnant. A small snort escaped without him meaning for it to

“They’re fine. Using my bladder as a trampoline and wriggling around in there. I... uh... I was wondering if when you were pregnant with Keith, if you ever felt... scared for no reason”

There was a pause. Lance grateful Krolia was taking the time to think about it

“Sometimes, yes. Especially in the line of work I do... Did something happen?”

So Krolia has only experienced fear when thinking of vampires and werewolves...

“We we’re having breakfast and all of a sudden I got scared. There was nothing there to be scared of. No one else who wasn’t human... but... I feel like I was too care free lately. I didn’t guard my scent. I didn’t think about what would happen had someone caught it. I didn’t think about bringing Keith here and what if there was someone like us here... I didn’t think about it... and I feel... like me not thinking about it is the same as me thinking Keith... is... something less than he was”

Starting to cry, he felt really very stupid for his tears. He treasured Keith. But he’d been running around trailing his scent after him without a thought of the impact. All he’d wanted was to get things done and settle his ego

“Lance, you love that idiot son of mine. I’m sure at the first hint of danger you would have reacted. Is Keith there with you?”

“He’s asleep... I’m sorry for calling... I would have turned to Mami, but...”

“No. No. I’m glad you called. I want to be there for the both of you. Yes, I was scared. But nothing like Keith’s father. The slightest thing and he wanted to rush me off to the emergency department. You’re under a lot of stress. Have you been...?”

Lance shook his head, then remember Krolia couldn’t see him shaking his head

“Not yet. I freaked out and Keith had to take care of me...”

“You’re nearing the end of the pregnancy. Fears happen. I know that all too well. Especially how the insomnia can play on your mind. You’ve both been through so much, and I heard from Curtis that you were looking forward to some alone time with Keith. My opinion is that you let Keith take care of you. He’s strong”

“He’s not that strong when it comes to his dad”

“No, but keeping it in will only make him worry more. He loves you. If anything were to happen to you... well, I feel sorry for whoever crosses you. I believe both of you would sense actual danger”

“How am I supposed to know the difference?!”

“You’ll know. Take these feeling of fear and ignore them. Push them aside. They’re useless. Focus on you and my grand babies. You should be safe there. Coran didn’t mention anything about anyone living there that you should be wary about”

Lance sniffled. Krolia hadn’t given him much of anything useful and it sucked... but she tried in her own way

“Thanks, Krolia. I’m going to go back to Keith now”

“No worries. Let me know how everything goes. You can call me. Anything you two need...”

“Yeah. I will. I... thanks for talking to me...”

“Anytime. I’m your mother too. You can come to me”

Coming out the bathroom, Keith was awake, meaning he’d heard some, if not all, Lance’s side of the phone call. Stopping a few steps into the room, he expected Keith to be angry at him for admitting he hadn’t thought of his precious boyfriend’s safety. He hadn’t thought of anything much when it came to the more important things he should have been almost paranoid about

“Babe... come here”

Holding his arm out, Lance caved instantly as he moved to climb into bed with Keith, his emotions getting the better of him as he started crying again. Krolia wasn’t Mami. She didn’t give advice like Mami did. The vampire craving that maternal touch, that Krolia had only taken the point off of

“That’s it. I’m here... I’m here, let it all out”

“I’m sorry”

Keith gentle ran his fingers through Lance’s hair, hushing him softly

“Shhhh... I’ve got you. I’m okay and you’re okay. It’s okay”

“I miss Mami”

“I know you do, babe. I know. Let it out... let it all out”

He was such a selfish boyfriend, yet Keith loved him anyway. He didn’t deserve the love he felt from Keith, but he did notice that together like this, the fear had mostly gone away. There really was no substitute for cuddles with Keith.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose #klance #mpreg #pregnant lance #werewolf keith #vampire lance #two halves of the same idiot

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pressedinthepages · 4 years

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*New Series Alert* - Hollow Things

Series Masterlist

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Rating: M

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24382063/chapters/58808479

Summary: Eskel x fem!reader AU. You are the only woman to have ever survived the Trials and live as a Witcher. You have been traveling alone for 30 years until you stumble across another Witcher, and he requests your help on a contract. The journey starts from there as they discover hidden pasts, dark secrets, long-repressed feelings, and just how human you both truly are.

Chapters posted on Sundays (I think)

a/n: Alright y'all, here we go! No one asked for this, but it's been stuck in my head for like a month and now it's finally out! The story doesn't really follow canon, but I tried to make scenes as in-character and realistic to canon as possible.

CHAPTER 1 - The Trials (Prologue)

Word Count: 4177

Warnings: illness, fever dreams, blood, sensory overload. I wouldn’t call this a happy chapter

The heat poured off your skin in waves, yet you felt frigid under your skin. You lay on the floor, soaked in your own sweat and shit and piss and vomit and any other various bodily fluids that you couldn’t be bothered with. During the few hours of consciousness you’ve been able to hold onto, you’ve seen glorious men dancing throughout a giant banquet hall, women with jewels for eyes and giant, feathered wings on their backs, carrying you through a field of flowers bigger than evergreens, and even dark, murky water surrounding you as you’re pulled under by something that looks like a human but with far too many scales and gills. Years ago, after the Choice, you realized that the Gods weren’t listening to you, or, if they were, they were some shitty gods to believe in. What sort of Godly being allows this torture of helpless children?

But in this moment, after countless days of unrelenting fever and sickness, you found yourself praying. Praying for anything, any sympathy or end to this madness surrounding you. Your sobs, your screams, your prayers echoed in the tiny room, reassuring you that, no, no one is listening. But finally, with one final puff of breath, your eyes fell closed and your body grew still.

…

You wondered if you had finally died. You were standing on a mountain path, rocky and uneven under your feet. It was dusk, the reds and oranges on the sky signaling a storm in the night. The songs of the birds in the trees brought you comfort, their lilting chirps carried on the wind that flowed through your hair. You suddenly sensed a presence behind you, and as you turned, you flung yourself from the trail as a horse barrelled past you, its rider clutching something heavy with blankets to their chest. You felt pulled in their direction, and your feet began following them without thought. You ran for miles, days, weeks, you weren’t sure. But when the rider finally slowed the horse to stop, you found yourself on a familiar stretch of land. You could see the peaks of Kaer Morhen over the crest of mountain, and you heard another set of hoofbeats approach from that direction. The rider dismounts, drawing one of the two swords from his back. You recognize him as Sorel, the asswipe in charge of training new witchers. But you see that his manner is deadly threatening, so you quickly raise your hands in surrender and slowly walk towards him. He doesn’t seem to see you though, staring only at the mysterious rider and their package.

“Sorel, I swear, I have no idea who this is...” Your voice trails off as Sorel steps forward, golden eyes never leaving his target.

“I take it you’ve decided to accept my offer,” Sorel states, arrogance dripping from his voice like venom.

The rider nods, pushing the hood of their cloak back from their face. It is a man, plain and unremarkable. You don’t recognize him, but Sorel does.

“Give it here,” he commands, his hand gripping the swords at his hide tighter.

The man clutches the bundle against his chest, burying his nose into the blanket and letting out a small sob. Sorel grunts impatiently and begins stalking towards the man. You can only watch as he steps through you as if you were air, and you are now fully sure that you’ve died. Your feet feel like they’re nailed to the ground as the rider finally drops from his horse, shifting the blankets in his arms to cradle them. You then see a small arm drop from the side, limp. You gasp, rushing forward to save this child, to stop Sorel, to do something, but you only glide through the men, their words falling unheard to your ears.

Sorel looks into the bundle, wrinkling his nose. His bright eyes shoot back to the man, instantly threatening him without uttering a single word. The man withers under his gaze, stuttering and babbling nonsensical syllables.

“We discussed this. We do not take girls here.” Sorel’s voice turning cold as you see him start to raise his sword.

“But she is not just any girl, please, we fear that if she is not changed, she will be all of our downfall!” The man cried, placing the bundle on the ground. Like this, you could see a young girl, maybe four summers old, dressed in rags and filthy beyond belief. “She entered this world on the day of the Black Sun.”

Sorel stilled, his catlike gaze scrutinizing the man before him. You’d not heard of this, but again, it seemed that Sorel knew exactly what the man was saying. He sheathed his sword in a well-practiced motion and knelt to the ground. You saw him press his fingers to the girl’s neck, and knew he was seeing if she was alive. You’d seen him and the other instructors do this numerous times to the different recruits, leaving them on the ground to gather a shovel more often than not. However, Sorel slipped his hands under the blankets, standing with the girl in his arms and leveling his eyes back to the man.

“I gave her poppy milk with her last meal, she should be asleep until morning,” the rider whispered, shame leaking almost visibly from his pores. His shoulders were slumped, and his hands fidgeted at his sides, not knowing what to do.

“You may go,” Sorel said, “and do not return. Once we take in a wolf, it does not leave the pack.”

Sorel watched the man clamber back onto his horse and open his mouth as if to say something else. The Witcher lifted an eyebrow, annoyed, and the mysterious rider closed his mouth and turned his horse back down the path, not once looking back. Once he was out of sight, Sorel called his own horse over, settling himself and the young girl astride it.

“Sorry man didn’t even give me your name.” He shook his head. Your eyes widened and you took a sharp intake of breath as you heard him whisper a soft sound, pressing his hand to the girl’s forehead. Everything clicked in that moment, and you ran, ran down the path following the other rider, screaming and pleading for him to come back, don’t leave her here, bring her home!

You rounded a bend, seeing nothing but grey stone and even greyer clouds in the sky, the rider nowhere to be found. You collapsed on the trail, the little bits of gravel ripping through your trousers and digging into your shins, sobbing and crying and cursing, replaying what you just witnessed over and over in your head until your senses went black. Sorel, the bastard, had given you your name.

…

When you next opened your eyes, you found yourself inside the walls of Kaer Morhen. You were sitting along the small stone wall around the training area, and there were two children fighting each other with wooden swords. They looked to be around the age of ten, the girl just a little shorter than the boy. He had unruly brown hair that kept getting in his eyes, making him huff his breath to get it out of the way. His eyes were a dark green, it reminded you of the tops of the trees in the summer. The girl had longer hair, falling just past her shoulders. It was pulled off of her face, tied and braided at the back of her head. This time, you recognized them both. You were watching yourself spar with your best friend, almost five years ago. You felt yourself melt into her, seeing what she saw and thinking what she thought.

You were circling each other, watching, waiting, when suddenly the boy lunged forward, swinging his sword in a long arc towards you. You swiftly rolled to the right, finding your footing and blocking his next attack in front of your face. Your swords were locked, your face straining with the effort of pushing his weight back. Suddenly, the boy gave a strong push, knocking you off your feet and onto your bottom, your sword clambering far from your reach.

“You’re getting better,” the boy smiled, holding out a hand to help you to your feet. You groaned as you stood, rubbing your bottom ruefully.

“Yeah, and so are you,” you complained, “it’ll never be an even fight.”

“Who cares? We’re just practicing.”

“I care! I’m outweighed by all of the boys here, and I don’t know how to win against you! All you do is beat me, throw me onto the ground and claim victory, and I’m not learning how to beat you!” You threw your hands in the air, turning to retrieve the fallen sword.

When you turned back around, you saw the young boy watching you, his hands on his hips and a smirk pulling at his lips. He always seemed older than he actually was, his mannerisms and personality aging him ahead of his body.

“What?” You snapped, stalking back towards him.

“You know what Vesemir always says…” he said, and you groaned, your eyes falling to your boots.

“To reject practice is the path of fools,” you both say in unison. The young boy sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder. You bring your gaze back to him, and he offers a small smile.

“I know you can do this, even if you’re a little smaller than everyone else,” he says quietly, but so confidently that you start to believe him. But he can sense this, and his smile turns mischievous. “And I’ll always help you practice, I’ll never turn down a chance to beat you!” He quips, and you give him a shove, forcing him backwards.

“You’ll regret saying that, Eskel!” You shout, and he breaks into a run, shouting back over his shoulder “No way in hell!”

You give chase, whooping and hollering across the courtyard, running in so many circles back and forth that you’re not sure who’s chasing who anymore. The bell in one of the lower towers rings, calling everyone to dinner. You stop, Eskel just behind you. He brushes around you before turning and pulling you into a hug, and gods he gives the best hugs.

“Thank you Eskel,” you whisper into his shoulder, pulling back and giving him a bright smile. He always knew just how to cheer you up, and you always tried your best to do that in return. But boys were difficult, and gross.

“Don’t mention it, I promise, you’ll get the hang of this,” he says, letting you go and turning back to the sprawling castle. “Now c’mon, we gotta get to the dining hall before Geralt takes all the bread!” and you feel the darkness spreading through you once more.

…

When you next awake, you are in the common area of Kaer Morhen. The stone is cold under your feet, and you are standing against the wall at the back of the sprawling room. You recognize yourself in the room instantly, sitting silently, cross-legged on the floor in-between Eskel and Geralt. There are a couple of other young boys on the floor as well, and you are all looking up at the four adults in the room. It seemed that everyone had tried to look as tidy as possible, even Geralt having gone so far as to pull his long, dark hair off of his face and tying it behind his head, allowing his deep brown eyes to scan the candlelit room. The version of you on the floor chances a look around the room, finding the eyes of a red-haired boy. He gives you a wink, and you grimace, rolling your eyes and looking away. He huffs angrily, and you remember thinking that Clovis needed to learn to control his temper better. You remember this moment as if it were only yesterday, because it was.

Sorel steps forward, his golden eyes flicking across the children. You bristle at the sight of him, the revelation of how you came to be at Kaer Morhen and the role he played in it still tender in your mind. He stands confidently, legs shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind his back. He looks almost identical to the Sorel of twelve years ago, albeit with a new scar at his hairline and the lines forming his ever-present frown are a bit more pronounced.

“You have survived your training up until this point. However, tomorrow begins your next steps,” Sorel states, his voice settling condescendingly over the others in the room. “At first light, you will all be administered the Trial of the Grasses.”

At this, all of the children blanch, shifting and glancing between themselves uncomfortably.

“Settle, pups,” Sorel sighs, “our experiments this year focus only on a simple matter of quantity. As there are six of you, we will administer the usual dose to all of you, and half of you will receive an additional dose after the sun has set. Those three will be chosen randomly, so I suppose you could say that we are letting Destiny decide.” Sorel smirked at his final sentiment, and you clenched your fists at your sides, the short nails still digging into your palms.

“Ah, well, maybe we should just start with the preparations and get this out of the way?” One of the other men steps forward, placing a hand gingerly on Sorel’s shoulder. His hair is long and graying, but his body still shows immense strength and grace. His face does not show any emotion, but you can sense great discomfort behind his eyes, the gold betraying his intent.

“Vesemir, always so impatient to begin the Trials!” Sorel jabs, essentially shutting out the other Witcher. Vesemir nods and resumes his place among the other instructors, one of whom has his arm tightly wrapped in bandages. It is rare to see bandages among the Wolves, but the wound is still fresh. You know this because you witnessed what had happened only a few days prior, but were too far away to do anything.

The man, Osbert, was another instructor at Kaer Morhen and had been helping the students with their horseback sword work. Geralt sat astride the horse, Osbert seated behind him. You had been waiting your turn, pretending to read about the invention of runes and how they’ve revolutionized the silver swords and blah blah blah. Instead, you found yourself fiddling with the hem of your tunic, stealing glances at the boy; no, the young man beside you. Eskel was reclined, not even pretending to read that drivel. The wind danced through his hair, blowing the scent of hay to your nose. Ugh, he’s been back in the stables with the goats again you thought to yourself. You had been fond of him for years, but you knew that romance (or any feelings at all) for a Witcher was never a good idea. You were settling back to tug at the threads of the fraying shirt when a high whinny pierced the air. You and all of the other students sprang to your feet, but it was far too late to do anything. You watched the horse rear back wildly, throwing both Osbert and Geralt from its back before bolting in the opposite direction of the castle. Osbert had broken his right arm, and the only wound that Geralt had suffered was one to his pride.

Blinking back to the firelit room, you realize that everyone had left, save for you and Eskel. You were holding him tightly, your face buried into the crook of his neck, your shoulder shaking with silent sobs. Eskel was still taller than you, and he rested his chin atop your head, humming lightly. After what could be moments or hours, you pull back, still holding Eskel’s shoulders softly, your fingers pricking at a pulled thread in the red fabric. His hands stay at your hips, letting you compose your thoughts before speaking.

“I’m so frightened,” you start, but Eskel cuts you off before you can continue. He’s developed this habit recently, finding himself sticking his foot in his mouth on more than one occasion. However, he clearly hasn’t learned better yet.

“You’ll be fine!” He exclaims, full of false optimism and hope that you don’t believe for a moment. You pass a withering glare, and he relents, his hands tightening ever so slightly on your waist. You really wish that you could enjoy the feeling of his hands right now, but you just can’t bring yourself to that mind-frame.

“Eskel, it’s not me that I’m worried about. I don’t want to wake up in three days only to find out that this had killed you, and I never got to tell you that I…” your voice trails off, unspoken words and feelings hiding in the silence.

Eskel blinks, looking down for a moment before you see a shy smile grace his features. He lifts his gaze back to you, bringing a hand to your cheek, and you lean into it with a sigh. He moves forward slowly, resting his forehead on yours. You look into his eyes, falling into the sea of trees and serenity before you both shift, pulled by an invisible force to draw ever closer. Your eyes flutter closed, and you just barely ghost your lips over his. You hear his breath hitch and feel him hesitate for a heartbeat before pulling you back, pressing his lips against yours and bringing his hand back down your hip, trailing along your side tantalizingly slowly. You both cling onto each other, desperately trying to pour everything into this moment, this potential goodbye.

You feel the darkness closing in once more, and you breathe deeply, smelling smoke and old books and something sharp and unwelcome, hoping that this moment will be the last thing you will see before finally meeting Death.

…

The first thing you notice is noise. You can hear voices, some close, some very very far. You can’t understand a single word, but they all sound as though they are screaming in your tight little room. You curl into a ball, pressing your hands to your ears and grimacing, trying and failing to shut out the relentless noise. You can hear the pounding of feet along floors, the rhythmic strikes of wooden swords from the practice yard, even your own heartbeat is echoing in your ears, but it feels far too slow.

You feel cold stone beneath you, and it shakes with every movement of something across it. Your loose shirt and light trousers are far too tight, suffocating you with any breath you try to take. You feel every thread, every stitch in the offending articles, every gather and bunch and fold starched into the clothes. Your nails desperately search for a respite from the torture, scratching at the fabric, tearing your skin, and almost effortlessly ripping the clothes from your body, rendering them useless. You almost cry with relief, and you feel the wind through your hair from the tiny window in the corner of the room and the dripping of blood from the wounds on your skin. You can feel the root of every hair on your head, the pressure of your own teeth and tongue against your cheeks, and you open your mouth to take a deep breath.

Instead, you only choke on the persistent taste invading your mouth. It is something bitter and stale, reminiscent of when you wake after a deep slumber, but infinitely stronger. You quickly close your lips, your tongue unconsciously darting out to lick them. You taste salt from sweat and tears, and you can somehow distinguish the two from their tastes. Copper comes next, the sour taste of blood filling your senses. There’s not any in your mouth, but you realize that you’re tasting the blood on the air. You run your tongue along the inside of your mouth, able to feel every notch and ridge along your teeth. You try to focus, grounding yourself with a deep breath in through your nose, since there was no fucking way you were ever opening your mouth again if that’s what you’d taste.

However, you were bombarded by the smells of everyone and everything. The first thing you noticed was something sharp and acrid, the same thing that pulled you from your last dream. It was you, you figured, since it smelled of someone in desperate need of a bath. But, as you focus a bit harder, you notice that it is accompanied by several others that are similar, but different at the same time. You try to close in on each one individually, and they comfort you by themselves. One is accompanied by grass and cinnamon, stinging the sensitive nerves of your nose. Another smells of smoke, no, fire, for now, you can tell the difference, and buttercups, and...is that onion? Yet another smells of orange and chamomile and hay, and you almost sob with the newfound knowledge. You’d know that smell anywhere, Eskel has always been weak for orange soaps, and he’s actually alive. But he’s in pain, you all are. You linger on his scent a bit longer, allowing yourself the small comfort of his far-away embrace. You come back to yourself, smelling bread baking and sword oil and goats on the air…and underneath it all, the rancid stench of death and decay. You gag, the scent now permeating your skin, every pore seemingly screaming with disgust and nausea. Your stomach heaves, but nothing comes of it, having emptied itself days ago.

You roll onto your front, pulling your arms under you to push yourself to a stand. You want to run, fight, scream at all of the invading sensations. But gods, you’re terrified to open your eyes. You try to move forward, but you stumble on the little grooves in the stone that you hadn’t noticed before. You fumble to try to find something to lean on, encountering the rough wood of your small dresser under your fingers. You run your fingertips along the surface, feeling the grain of the wood and noticing the oddly sweet scent that it gives off. You hadn’t thought that wood would smell sweet, but at this point, you’re not sure what else could possibly surprise you. You steady yourself against the dresser, head reeling with the emotional turmoil of your dreams and the sensory overload of your consciousness. You clench your jaw, bracing yourself for the inevitable. You reach up, finding the edge of the little mirror secured to the wall. You take a deep breath, and blink open your eyes.

You instantly close them again, finching against the blinding whiteness that you saw. You force yourself to take a breath, for the moment ignoring the horrid taste in your mouth. You open your eyes again, slower this time. You keep them pointed down, and soon enough, the light fades and your eyes adjust to look at the top of the dresser in front of you. You can see all of the individual grains of wood and the tiny specks of dust spattered across the top even though you remember cleaning the morning of the Trial. You look at your hands, back to resting atop the dresser. They are eerily still, covered in days of grime and there’s blood under your fingernails. You slowly bring your gaze down to the rest of your body. You still look pretty much the same, but you can see the frantic scratches on your skin from tearing off your clothes. You remember them bleeding, but they’ve already almost completely healed over. You run a finger over a particularly deep one on your hip, awed when you feel no pain from the pressure. Your hair is hanging in your eyes, and you impatiently push it back, lifting your head and closing your eyes, hesitating before looking at the mirror.

You meet the eyes of the person there. Her hair is wild, matted in spots from days of neglect. She is flushed and sweating, tracks through the grime on her cheeks marking the paths of shed tears. Her chest is heaving, and you can hear her heart speed up, but it’s still too slow. But none of that is what really catches your attention.

Her eyes...they are a bright, shining gold. You lean closer to the mirror, intent on seeing every detail. Her pupils are tiny, little slits, letting in as little light as possible. From further away, they look as though you melted a golden ring and poured it into her irises. But up close, you can see the little nerves and veins, painting the gold with strokes of something darker and warmer, making it look as though her eyes are made of fire. They burn with their intensity and you stumble back, terrified of the girl in the mirror. Now, you are certain that the Gods, if they even exist, could not care less to listen to you.

You scream.

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cozyjsuh · 4 years

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you wake joy up at six am while yawning.

“joy!” you whisper shout, “we have to go to eat breakfast quickly before going to the airport.” she rubs her eyes before sitting up to hit you with her pillow which proceeded to nail you right on your left eye. you fell off the bed to the ground holding your eye while whispering profanities.

“OMG Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?” joy shouts while you shush her telling her to not wake your neighbors at the hotel. “yeah, yeah.” you hurriedly whisper. joy stands up from the bed and takes a long look at you before bursting out into laughter.

“what?” you ask while scrunching you’re face up. “nothing.” she quickly hides her smile. you shake off her sketchy smile and you both leave your room to go to eat some breakfast with the boys. you make it downstairs ignoring the stares from the japanese people around you and meet up with boys. johnny stares at you with his mouth open while jaehyun laughs at you.

“why do people keep staring at me?” you ask infuriated, looking at your three friends trying to contain their laughter. “what? is there something on my face?”

joy stifles her laughter and replies with a straight face, “no. let’s go get some food.”

as you walk ahead of your friends, marching to the restaurant, joy whispers to both boys, “it’s better to tell her when she’s not hangry.” before skipping off to link arms with you.

you all go back to your room because the boys already finished packing and go to pack your toiletries in the bathroom while the rest sit on the couches.

“WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME I HAD A BLACK EYE?!” you run out of the bathroom before glaring at joy. your eyes quickly switch targets to jaehyun who was bursting out in laughter. you quickly jumped over the bed and put him in a headlock.

“you better stop laughing if you want to live, jung.” you threaten. he soon picks you up and flips you over into your bed before running to his room next door. you then look at johnny who was slowly tip toeing away to his room. “y/n, joy. we’ll meet you downstairs in five.”

as you all arrive at the airport an hour before your flight leaves, you all rush to the ticketing area. the ticketing lady calls up each of you up. and you all wait for jaehyun who went up last.

“oh shit!” you all look at jaehyun, startled. you walk up to him, “what’s wrong?” you makes tiny glances at you, afraid of your reaction to what he’d say. “i m-might’ve l-left my passport a-at the hotel-“

“YOU WHAT?!” you slap your head against your palm. you look at joy and johnny and then back at jaehyun before taking a deep breath. “ok. this is last flight out to korea today, so we’re gonna have to stay one more night.”

“we?” he questions. “well i’m not gonna leave you here alone and plus johnny and joy have to go to practice. plus state for swim is next week and well i don’t think i can trust johnny to take care of you in an foreign country.” you eye him.

you quickly explain to joy and johnny about your situation and joy nods. “but why are you staying y/n? why not johnny?” you both glance over at johnjae doing a stupid handshake. “do you really trust that joy?” she shakes her head no furiously. as you and jaehyun wave bye to your friends, he starts, “so, what do you wanna do?”

“first, we get your passport and then we’ll figure it out from there.” you say as you call a taxi.

you sit in the taxi next to jaehyun in silence while you look outside. you balance on your one hand in the middle seat of the car. as you look outside, jaehyun stares at you and then at your hand while his hand slowly inches toward your hand. your hands both touch each other as you quickly pull your hand away, shocked. jaehyun becomes flustered but soon starts to laugh again. “i can’t take you serious with that black eye y/n.” you roll your eyes as you reach your destination. you bow and pay the taxi man. as you both reach inside the hotel, jaehyun strays away from you but you continue to the front desk and ask if they found a passport in jaehyun’s room. you quickly get his passport and find him waiting outside the hotel.

“it’s your passport and you didn’t even come to get you.” you sigh disappointedly. “i’m hungry. let’s get some food. i know a good western restaurant around here.” you say as jaehyun yawns.

you both walk in silence again. you break the silence as you enter the restaurant and sit down. “oh and for where we’ll be sleeping tonight. i have that planned so don’t worry.”

after your day of activities, jaehyun asks, “where are we going y/n?”

“don’t worry about it. we’re almost there.” you huff out.

you arrive at a house and knock at the door. an older lady about your mother’s age opens the door. “y/n? you didn’t tell me you were coming to japan?” you smile. “hi auntie helen. and we weren’t suppose to stay this long. our luggage’s already got shipped to korea and we don’t have clothes or anything.”

she looks at you, confused. “we?” you pull jaehyun to stand next to you and he bows politely. a small child about the age of five walks up to you and yells, “y/n! guys y/n’s here!” before hugging your legs. you pick him up and turn back to your aunt. “can we stay over tonight? we changed our flight to tomorrow morning.”

the child begins again, “y/n,” he points at jaehyun, “is that your boyfriend?” you look at the child tenderly, “no of course not. how could i replace you?” you murmur. “good. because even though he’s good looking, i’m one hundred million percent better!” he shouts. jaehyun then inputs his opinion, “hey, i could steal in a second if i wanted to. but you’re lucky i don’t.” you smack him on the arm before entering your aunt’s house.

“y/n, you can sleep with soobin in her room and,” she looks at jaehyun in which he replies, “jaehyun-“ she quickly interrupts, “yeah yeah jaehyun, you can sleep with daehwi, our youngest.”

“auntie helen, can’t i just sleep with jaehyun in the living room?” you ask not wanting to share a room with your devil like teenage cousin.

“fine but one sleeps on the floor and the other on the couch.” she says while looking at jaehyun up and down. “understood auntie.” you reply with a fake smile. “SOOBIN! COME DOWN AND GREET YOUR COUSIN!” she yells.

later, you see your seventeen year old cousin grumble coming down the stairs. “mom, why would i even waste my breath,” she looks over to your direction with you and jaehyun before continuing, “oh my god! y/n! it’s so nice seeing you.” she continues while eyeing jaehyun. she turns to him, “and you are?” you roll your eyes as jaehyun smirks and grabs her hands, “jung jaehyun.” you pretend to gag and pick daehwi up. you then go to sit on the couch with the child and kiss him on the cheek multiple times. jaehyun watches and instigates daehwi’s anger by adding, “you know she kisses me like that too, but on my lips.” you quickly glance up at the boy with wide eyes and then the child. you motion with your hand ‘you’re dead’ by using your pointer to point at him and then your thumb slicing your neck.

“you know i think it’s time to sleep.” you persuade. “y/n, it’s seven thirty.” jaehyun laughs quietly.

you go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. you finish showering and look at jaehyun on the sofa. “are you implying that ‘you’re’ going to sleep on the couch?” you stare at him. “uh yeah?” he shakes his head like it’s already obvious. you heavily sigh before sitting on the ground and laying on the blankets your aunt set out. “y/n.” you hear jaehyun start, “you can sleep on the sofa.”

“no, it’s fine. you can.” you reply. “y/n, what kind of man do you take me for? i would never let a lady sleep on the floor.” you look at him in disbelief before getting up to sit on the sofa. you lay down and soon feel arms around your waist. “jaehyun.” you growl. “y/n, i don’t want to sleep on the floor.” he pouts. “then i’ll sleep on the floor.” you deadpan. “no, i mean, i don’t want to sleep alone on the floor-“

you interrupt, “TOO BAD.” before snuggling and hiding your face under the blanket on the couch.

you wake up the next morning with the bright sun shining on your face and with your body wrapped warmly and securely with a blanket. you open your eyes to meet the eyes of soobin glaring at you. you have a mini heart attack before trying to get up but you can’t. your arms tightly stuck at your sides, you shake your shoulder and hear a small thud followed by a groggy, “ow.”

you tilt your head towards the floor and see jaehyun, still sleepy. you soon get ready for breakfast and to leave for the airport. after breakfast, you and jaehyun stand at the door. daehwi runs up to you crying and burying his face into your shoulder. “Y/N!” he cries out in agony while being ripped away from your embrace. you stand waiting for a cab and wave goodbye to your family while jaehyun comes up to you and gives you a back hug, taunting the child. you shrug off his embrace and walk to the cab while your aunt tries to soothe the crying child. you soon wave goodbye to them as the taxi driver drives you to the airport. after walking through security, you both scan your ticket and get on the plane safely.

“so johnny and joy are coming to pick us up at the airport.” you say as you sit next to him on the plane. “alright.” he answers while partially not paying attention. after your plane lands, you go to the baggage claim and pick up your bags from yesterday and wait for johnny and joy. johnny arrives with joy and you stand up and walk over to them. johnny grabs your luggage and carries it for you while you walk ahead with joy. after you get into johnny’s car, he drives you to his dorm because jisung was finally accepted into his most desired dance academy so they were going to have a bbq party. as you arrive you get pushed to the bbq grill outside and start to grill the meat. you then get sent out to buy some milk for the underaged to drink while the rest drink alcohol with jaehyun.

jaehyun ignores lucas’ text and before you arrive back inside, jaehyun pulls you aside. you look at him in the eyes for a couple seconds in silence before he leans in and kisses you on the lips. startled, you pull away quickly and drop the milk you were carrying. you then run away with only your phone and keys to your house before locking the door and staring wide eyed into the air.

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summary: y/n and jaehyun have to stay a little longer in japan because jae forgets his passport. after a day of activities, they fly back the next day and have a bbq party for jisung. later they both go out and jaehyun kisses y/n. shocked, she runs away. what is actually happening?

pairing: jaehyun x reader

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a/n: hi! so this is really late but i hope this chapter is worth reading cause it literally took me a whole day to write! please stay healthy and safe!

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 4 years

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I Can’t Lose You

Raven's entire world had gone lopsided. Her brain was awash in a flurry of fog. Blurred hazes of chromatic color were the blue-black skyscrapers spanned around them. With eternally lit windows and reflective panels mirroring the starless sky, usually they loomed above, though this moment, they were situated sideways. Just as sudden, strength righted her. A masked man placed her back on the ground, allowing her weight to settle back onto her feet.

Bare feet.

The roughness of the cold, damp cement impressed little upon the naked soles. It had gone unnoticed, there were more precedent matters, namely the multitude of thoughts coursing through Raven's mind.

He edged back, giving her breath, once releasing her from a holding within walls of solid musculature. And Raven, too should have backed off. Thanked him and gone through the access door to the roof to recapture the little remnants of her Saturday night.

No.

Instead, she tugged at the fuzzy cobalt fabric covering her torso and folded her arms around herself. The stretched sweater drooped off a milk white shoulder to expose it to the evening chill. Dark tendrils danced along behind her, whirling in time with the vigilante's cape, both as black as the surrounding night. "Batman..." Raven rapsed. Nearly startled at the sound of her own voice intruding upon the silence. "Really, I..." Her hoarse voice died in her throat.

"Don't mention it." The deep voice came in calm. Indifferently, he added, "it's part of the job."

Raven cleared her throat. "This has to be the dozenth time you've saved me..." An exaggeration, but it was approaching it. "This has to be some kind of a record, even for you..."

"Oh?" She could swear she saw one corner of the solid line of his lips twitch. "If you're counting so diligently, I'll think you're beginning to get sick of me."

"No... The opposite... But this proclivity of yours." She continued. Hope crept into her voice in all the ways she wished it wouldn't. It couldn't. "The rescuing me...?"

"Rescuing you?" Batman observed her in his practiced fashion. Concentrating, calculating. Though, not cold. "I won't say... I mind saving you - I don't."

"Why is that, exactly...?"

"Why?" He repeated tonelessly. Standing on the cornices on the roof, surveying the city briefly, before returning his focus to her.

"Why would you save me?" Her hair whipped wildly in the breeze.

"It's what I do." Batman answered. A standard, obvious response to her question. "You're a civilian. Of course I would help you." The masked man continued nonchalantly. "I'd do it for each and every one of those people out there in their homes tonight, or any of the people down there walking on the streets of Gotham."

"Yes... I believe that. We certainly all do..." Batman's very existence, regardless of who had recently taken up the mantle, had proved this time after time. That aside, this was a real chance to talk to him when adrenaline wasn't pumping high, as he carried her out of the throes of danger. "But... The way you put yourself on the line for me, it's different."

A jaw hardened. Dangerously. The shape of those shielded eyes narrowed to slits under the cowl. But, this brand of intimidation wouldn't work on her. The way it did others.

"I've told you." He said sternly. "Drop it."

"No, this time I won't." Raven argued. It bordered on petulance. Up until now, she hadn't questioned him. But tonight she had certainly earned that right. "I need to know."

"Please, drop it."

Please? Raven froze for a moment.

Batman said please.

"Batman, you can't ask me to." She bit her lip. But took another step. "This break in happened because a villain took notice of our..." A pause, to choose the next words carefully. "Friendship and tracked me down." She saw him swallow in consternation. "I don't care about being targeted - I can handle myself. But... I should know why." Indigo orbs flitted back and forth, Raven searched his hidden face for any sign. "How do you always know where and when to show up whenever I'm in danger?"

Silent steps drew Batman nearer to where Raven stood.

"If something happened to you..." His shadowed face watched her. "And I wasn't there..." His fingers clenched and released. "I can't...lose you - alright?" He managed gruffly.

"What...?" She steeled herself. Her white knuckles gripped the brick shed on the roof of the building, barely stopping herself from falling to her feet. She saw his left hand twitch, hesitating to reach for her. Funny, they were those same hands that never hesitated to catch Raven whenever she fell. But now... "I don't understand..." She glanced away.

Patiently, he spoke. "Raven."

"There... And you..." Raven stuttered. "My name... You knew it when we met... The way you talk to me. Like I should know you - like you know me..." The loud thumping of her heart, Raven was certain he could hear.

Batman didn't respond. And he didn't answer the question that threatened to slip from her tongue.

"There is a strong possibility that this is all coincidence." She inhaled deeply. "And I am reading into things I shouldn't question... But, I think it's more." Once more, Raven could sense his need to retreat. "Please - don't." She stood on her toes. Her hands reached up for his cowl. To touch. "Please..." Quickly, the black gloves snatched them like binding cuffs around pale wrists.

"Don't."

Those hooded eyes flashed forbiddingly. Raven flinched at the iced chill of his inflection. In heed to others, she had heard him speak this way. In warnings or admonishment, but never to her. Which meant, this was a touch too far. "I'm sorry..." A breach, despite the vulnerability... Bare feet. Baring truth. Soul bared.

The wind billowed through his black cape interminably, but he did not leave.

"Close your eyes."

Batman ordered and Raven obeyed. The vigilante reached forward to clasp his hands over her own. Raven's hands laid under his. A scarlet blush washed over her face. Then goosebumps arose, that had nothing to do with the breeze. Gloved hands clutched her own and placed them to his face. His bare face. With smooth, warm skin. No, it was nothing at all like the cold and serious demeanor the world saw. Batman wasn't just an idea, or a brooding hero. Under leather and kevlar, he was a man. And he was showing her.

Raven ventured out from his grasp.

Brushing temples. A firm forehead. A brow relaxed under her touch.

Bangs led up to smooth, longish hair. Pieces were creased and flattened by the cowl. It was messy, but soft.

Gently over to eyelids. Covering eyes with colors and depths unknown to her.

Slowly descending.

To cheeks - hard planes with stubble.

Skimming over full, velvety lips.

Down to a chiseled chin.

All the while, the erratic thumping in her chest escalated. The smell of his skin uncloaked as his body drew nearer. Woodsy, smoke mingled with the earthy, salt water of sweat. Then, the sensation of shadow falling over her face. He bound her wrists locked in one fist. Licked his lips - audibly enough. So, she knew she was meant to hear. And with her close to him as she had never been.

He lowered his face to hers.

Those lips ghosted over her own. A mouth moving slow, exploring for mere seconds, before turning tight. A hand on her waist, his tongue nudged, and he nipped, pressing in for an unappeasable taste. With firmness and heat intense. The unyielding, quavering kiss edged lighter and softer. To a trailing trace. Then, to whisps. Breath. Breeze. A flap of a cape in a rush of wind. Seconds passed, and she knew.

She would open her eyes.

And he would be gone.

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