#he wouldn't be intruding because he's already part if his family anyways and he wants him to enjoy that with them

[musicalfanfiction99]

(part one) If The Reader Had A Zodiac Curse Like Kyo's.

Yes of course this is ok! Your request does make sense and your request if appreciated.

I hope I did this request correctly, if not, I can redo this storyline.

The reader is a female incase you didn't know.

Italics are used to represent your thoughts.

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Context: Kyo is your friend and you know about his curse but he doesn't know about your curse just yet.

"Hey Kyo I'm over here!" "Oh, hi y/n, how are you? You seem happy today as always so I'm guessing, good?" You are always happy looking so how would Kyo ever know if you were faking it? "Yeah, I'm fine." "So, would you like to tell me why you called me to hang out at the mall today? Is it a special occasion?" You've known him for so long and you could never try to say something that would hurt him so you've kept it a secret that you've been disowned by your parents. "Oh, nothing like that I just wanted to hang out with you today, that's all." "Oh if that's the case where would you like to go?" "Hmm, maybe the pet store so I can find a cat to adopt?" But you've already got a human cat standing in front of you what more do you want... "Ah, on second thought let's go to the bubble tea shop!" "Uh, are you okay y/n? You seem kinda out of it today. You don't normally change your mind when going somewhere, especially the pet store." "Yes, of course I'm fine when have I ever been not fine, Kyo?" "Well, if you say so, y/n. Let's go to the bubble tea shop then." On the way to the shop you are contemplating about telling him how your parents disowned you and that you also have a zodiac curse but you decide to just keep quiet for now. "So, Kyo, after we are done at the mall is it possible for me to stay at Shigures house for tonight?" Yes, tell him about your curse tonight because then he will want to leave you for keeping such a big secret for such a long time. "Um, that's probably fine but why? You'll just have to deal with Shigure's remarks the whole night." "Uh... I-I just wanted to give you something later, is that okay?" "You know you could just give it to me now since your here anyway." "No! I mean no I can't give it to you yet it's not the right time yet." "If you say so then." When you were at the shop you were fidgeting with your fingers the whole time so he knew something was wrong. The second you were out of the shop he said, "okay, y/n I know that I can't normally tell when you are slightly irritated or are not in a good mood but I can tell you aren't well. Do you want to go to Shigure's house now? Or is there something you want to say? *Sigh* I cant help you if you don't tell me." "I just want to go to Shigure's house right now if that's alright." "Okay then we can go there now." On the way to Shigure's house your thoughts started intruding your head so you started shaking it in hopes that your thoughts wouldn't intrude, but your thoughts go the better of you. Yes, you can't tell him so you'll forever be alone for eternity. Especially when your family wants to lock you up like Kyo. "Hey, hey, y/n are you okay?!" "Huh?" You look up to a worried look on Kyo's face. "Yes, well actually, no. I don't want to talk about it right now so can you wait till we get to Shigure's house?" "Ok then, if you say so. I'm gonna make a call real quick though you can keep walking." "Ok, then." You keep walking so he waits until you are far enough from him to not hear him. "Ok, let's call Shigure to tell him about y/n and then let's call Hatori." "Hello? Kyo, isn't this a nice surprise. Are you done with your date with y/n?" "You disgust me, you know that Shigure?" "Oh, thank you so much for calling me disgusting." He says with a grin. "So, what are you calling me for?" "I'm calling you to say that y/n is staying over tonight and she isn't feeling well right now so don't pester her, okay?" "Okay, I won't but is she feeling unwell because of something you said to her, perhaps?" "No, Shigure, don't even think about trying to pester her. Goodbye." *Beep* "Ok let's call Hatori now." "Hello? Kyo, is something the matter?" "Yes, y/n doesn't seem to be feeling well, can you check up on her at Shigure's home?" "Sure, I'll be there soon. If that's all you need then goodbye." *Beep* "Hatoris gonna be there soon I better run the rest of the way home."

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Part one is done! I am now at my character limit.

#x reader #fruits basket #x reader fanfiction #fanfiction #female reader #fem reader

[starpros-sunshine]

Every time Tori calls fine his family ten years get added to my lifespan

#It's just so <3333 #He loves fine so much it's so sweet #he went from ''We're a dignified and professional unit we can't be going around pretending to be a family like all those other fools'' #to ''My family get's along way too well'' and during that Neverland phonecall with Wataru where he made him cry on accident cause he said- #he wouldn't be intruding because he's already part if his family anyways and he wants him to enjoy that with them #Like #Character development <33333 #my adored #I love Tori he is such a cutie such a sweetheart he's trying his best to be a good Idol and he cares so much about his friend I love Tori #*friends #I wanna give him a hug and take his hands and then swing him around like Noé did with Vanitas in the first op #He might be a few months older than me but seeing as I am a good 12cm taller I still take the right to call him my little brother #I love him I love him a lot #tori himemiya #enstars

[starshipsofstarlord]

Stuck in 1903

Part Two

Masterlist

Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

divider by @firefly-graphics

If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

#kai parker one shot #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #kai x y/n #kai x you #kai imagine #kai parker x you #kai parker #kai parker fic #kai parker fanfic #kai parker angst #kai parker fluff #tvdreader #tvd imagines #tvdimagine #tvd imagine #tvd one shot #tvd fanfiction #tvd x reader #vampire diaries x reader

[qianoir]

After Midnight 2 - Rhiannon

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college dropout!Ten (WayV) x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, angst with fluff on top

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 13+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing (censored), lying, family problems, mentions death of reader's father, romance, this part determines the reader’s age but feel free to ignore

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @staysstrays

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𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌

Should I call him? No! What if it wasn't meant for me? Idiot, there was no one else in the café of course it was meant for you! What if it's a prank? It's probably the number to a McDonald’s or something. And if it's not..? What if he never comes into the café again?

You woke up in a freezing cold room with an acquainted boy named "Ten Lee" on your mind, contemplatively staring into his napkin before finally deciding to text him.

You typed the 11 digits into your phone.

Ok... now what do I say?

Hi Ten, this is Y/N from Décalcomanie.

Hi Ten, this is Y|

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Why do I even care about this so much? It's just a text and for all I know this kid could be some kind of siren-vampire trying to seduce me with song lyrics at nighttime.. is that even possible?

Hi Mr. Lee this is Y/N from Décalcomanie.

Why so formal? Oh God I sent it..

It’s done.

You grabbed a towel and prepared a quick shower before continuing the rest of the morning. Intruding thoughts about Mr. Lee fill your mind under the water.. like.. why does he only visit the café at night? Your prior superstitious suspicions about him being a vampire fall back in mind.

At least if I get to be a vampire I can live this timeline as a doctor and make my mom happy, then be a dancer for eternity.

As much as you did not know about Ten, you still knew quite a bit about him. His favorite combination at the café is an iced Americano with pandan cake, his favorite color is black— you assume since it's the only color his outfits consist of, and he has a younger sister, which you found out after hearing him say 妹妹 over the phone one night.

The loud text notification sounds throughout the bathroom and you nearly slip trying to quickly finish your shower to check the new message.

Mom (Work)

My daughter! Your grandmother is sick, I am going to Incheon to bring her medicine and groceries so I need you to open the café today. I should be back to take over at 2 o’clock. Be careful on your own!

Unwrapping your body of your towel to dress into a nice outfit, you sighed knowing your Saturday would be another day spent on your sore feet. The café opens at 11 AM so you would only be working an extra few hours, but you hoped your mom would let you take a slice of delicacy home for the filial overtime.

“Aya!”

Another loud notification tone beamed from your phone, forcing your name brooch to prick at your fingertip. The screen luminated with an unknown number.

Contact Not Found

hihi Y/N! no need to be so formal with me! I'm only from ‘96 :)

Contact ‘TEN’ Added

TEN

are you free today? I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee and ice cream, if you're not sick of the smell yet ;p

You frowned remembering the plans your mother made for your day.

Y/N

I'm so sorry Ten my mom wants me to work opening for the café today :(

Figuring that was your ending, you packed a bag full of necessities for the day and walked to Décalcomanie.

TEN

why don't I come over there? the café serves bingsoo this time of year right? it’s barely the afternoon, not many people will be dining. we could still hang out if you’re down?

Butterflies soared in your stomach just like they do every night at 11:59 PM.

Y/N

Yeah that sounds perfect :)

TEN

okk see you soon!

Eek!

It felt so weird to think of seeing him in the daytime, especially after just mentally accusing him of being a bloodsucker.

Upon your entrance, the café was soon bright with morning light and you patiently awaited Ten’s arrival. Nearly an hour had gone by and there was no sign of him. You didn't think he would flake out, but you barely know each other so why wouldn't he?

Ten was right; it was pretty empty here this morning. You bent forward to hand one of the regular old women her tea in the Décalcomanie’s prettiest teacup upon your mother’s request of the best service for all of her regular customers.

The bell chimed with an open door. Your eyes blinked to the woman's upturned phone by her saucer.

𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟗 𝐀𝐌

Could it be? You laughed at the irony in the thought, but when you looked up from the woman’s table, a rice cake cheeked boy stood across from you.

"I'm here!" He announced to the entire floor.

You bowed a greeting like you do for every customer and ushered him to the bar, "Sit down over here." where he sat in front of your standing form. "What type of bingsoo have you come in for, sir?" You teased.

"Coconut with vanilla ice cream! And.. two spoons?"

You blushed at the thought of sharing subtle intimacy with the fine young man before your eyes. You had only just met him, but you saw no harm in sharing a dessert with him as you would do with friends.. if you had them.

Nodding and running off to make the icy dessert, you heard the ripple of a writing pen. From the corner of your eye, peeked Ten orchestrating an English poem onto a stray napkin, his brown bangs falling on the bridge of his nose. These little actions made your heart jump; his passion for various styles of music felt so endearing to you.

You paid for the grandiose bowl of sugar and presented it to Ten. His phone lit up with a notification and you took notice of his wallpaper: Him with a disgusted looking boy that he was French kissing on the cheek. I'm not judging but.. whomst?

"Who's that?" You asked, handing him a spoon, taking another for yourself.

He glanced at his phone and blushed, breaking out in quiet giggles.

"That's my friend, Yangyang. We really enjoy our time together."

You hummed and smiled. They seem to have a good friendship, but you were still curious to know more about this Yangyang guy.

"So you attend university?" Ten asked before shoveling a high spoon of ice flakes into his mouth.

"I'm a sophomore at SNU." You replied, mirroring his bold eating style.

Ten spoke with surprised eyes, "Really!? That's a fancy school. Wow～ you must be really smart."

"Not really.. I'm studying dance. All I do is move my feet."

"I'm a dancer, too! It's a really hard and beautiful art, you shouldn't sell yourself short for being a part of it." He genuinely advised.

You looked down after thanking him for his kind words, suddenly feeling very bashful. "How old are you, by the way? You calling me Mr. Lee this morning is all I've been thinking about." You both laughed.

"I'm 20, turning 21 this year.” He nodded. "You're from ‘00? Yangyang is the same age as you!"  He exclaims.

"I’ve never met someone my age! How many friends do you have?"

"I have a few, but I’m closest to a specific six and we all live together."

"It must be nice to have so many friends. It’s been a little difficult for me to make friends this semester.." You stirred some melted ice cream around your side of the bowl, suddenly feeling very lonely in Ten’s personal presence.

"You should come over sometime! We love new friends!" He was pleading with his eyes for you to agree.

"Oh.. I don't want to intrude-" "No really! We would love to have your company. Here..." He flipped over the napkin he was previously writing on and scribbled a short address on it, sliding it over to you.

"You should come by tomorrow evening. 5 o'clock if it works for you." Ten says before finishing off the last bit of flavored dairy in the bowl.

You scanned over the inked napkin in your hand.

97 Saemunanro, Sinmunno 1 il-ga, Jongnogu, Seoul

"It's apartment number 117. Just call me when you get there because we may not be able to hear your knocks over the screaming." You looked at him in slight concern, but he only smiled in return.

Ten took out his card to pay for the bingsoo, but you stopped him. "Oh I already paid for the both of us!"

"Aww you didn't have to," Ten frowned, but handed me $20 anyways, "Here take this at least. A tip for my favorite barista." He winked and ran out of the café before you could protest.

"REMEMBER 5 O'CLOCK!"

Ten shouted, bumping into a man, who cursed at him, profusely bowing on the way out. You shook your head at his silliness and flipped the napkin over to a pretty poem.

She is like a cat in the dark and then

she is the darkness

She rules her life like a fine skylark

and when the sky is starless

To Be Continued…

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

𝘲𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

#wayv x reader #ten x reader #nct x reader #wayv imagines #wayv angst #wayv fluff #ten imagines #ten angst #ten fluff

[kerie-prince]

the memory of you pt. 1

Gilderoy Lockhart x Healer!reader

requested: (anon) Omg thank you! If you want to write any kind of Lockhart scenario that suggests NSFW stuff then I'd totally be cool with whatever you come up with 😊 thanks again so much! ❤️

warnings: none

summary: After helping Gilderoy deal with his memory loss and get him out of St. Mungo's, you couldn't help but fall for his charm once more when he finds you on the streets of London.

a/n: I THOUGHT I QUEUED THIS 💀 i sat here at work thinking 'damn, no one liked my post? k 😭' anyways, i'm gonna break this into two parts before it gets too long lmao. bold italics are flashbacks

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

You worked with a certain celebrity for quite a while now. He was brought in one day without knowing who he was, where he came from, and how he ended up in a weird cave. His residence at St. Mungo’s where you worked lasted for a while. Other Healers declared that there was no way to recover his memory, but he didn’t seem to mind. Gilderoy was perfectly content with being happy and healthy even if he didn't know what was going on.

He was so sweet. Never gave you or any of your colleagues any trouble. He took his potions with ease, didn't make a fuss when bringing him from one room to another, and held conversations as normal. His family would visit him on occasion and it pained you to watch him not know them. But overall, he was happy.

After two years at St. Mungos, Gilderoy was let go considering that even though his memories were gone, he had enough mental stability to be out in public. Gilderoy had to go to a private academy to re-learn magic basics in adult classes. You remember the night before he left.

“So nice to start my life tomorrow,” Gilderoy had his signature smile on. He ate his dinner on his own without the help of Healers.

“Your life has already started, you just don't remember is all,” you corrected. You were preparing his bed for the last time. Since it's his last night, you were able to grab an extra pillow for him to be comfortable.

“Yes, but tomorrow I'll start a life I can remember. I'll make new memories.” Gilderoy stood up from his small table and walk to his hospital bed. He always loved the way you prepared his bed. How you fluffed the pillow, folded the blankets back neatly, and made sure the bed was warm. It wasn't special treatment as you did it for all patients, but he appreciated it all the same.

“Good night, Miss Y/L/N,” he said.

“Good night, Mr. Lockhart,” you replied.

Two years later, you're still working at St. Mungos. You've seen patients come and go since then. None quite as cooperative as Gilderoy, but they weren't all bad either.

The London streets were busy as usual today. It was slightly cloudy, but luckily it wasn't raining. And thank Merlin because you didn't have an umbrella with you. Cabs were driving right past you as you stood by the sidewalk trying to catch one. Once one stopped in front of you and you were about to climb in, another hand also grabbed for the handle. “Miss Y/L/N?”

Gilderoy stood next to you, eyes gleaming and wore his charming smile. He looked as happy as he always did. “Mr. Lockhart, hello.” It was a pleasant run in, and you'd love to chat but you had to be at work soon. It seemed that he noticed your uniform as well. “Oh, go ahead. I'll call for another one.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lockhart.” You opened the door but before you could close it, Gilderoy said one last thing. “I hope to see you again!” He waved at you as you left and kept at it until you were out of sight.

His wish was granted three months later; he was walking around the same street for probably the 4th time that week. He wasn't ashamed to admit that after that day he ran into you, he wanted to see you again. You were with a couple of friends at a pub one night celebrating a proper weekend off. Gilderoy followed you in, a bit of people that recognized him stopped him to say ‘hi’ but of course, he doesn't know them. They were fans of his before the memory loss. They took a few pictures and he went walking after you. You were seen sitting at a bar table by yourself waiting for your friends to come back from the restroom.

Gilderoy walked up to you slowly, “Hello, Miss Y/L/N.” You recognized him and by pure habit, you gave him your work smile and voice, “Good evening, Mr. Lockhart.”

“Please, call me Gilderoy,” he requested.

“Gilderoy,” you reached your hand out to shake his, “you can call me Y/N.” His smile changed, not one that you've seen in magazines and papers, but a more humble one. His cheeks became a bit rosy and he looked like he was flustered. “So, how have you been?” he asked. You took a quick sip of the water that was on the table before continuing the conversation, “I’ve been good! Just been working all the time. How about you? I bet so many great things have been going with you?”

“Not really. Since I didn't know much about my life before I was admitted in, I didn't know where to start. So I lived with my mother for a while, but now I’m on my own.” Seeing Gilderoy be so humble was a sight to see. A once self-centered, proud man has turned into a sweet, kind one. You almost wanted to thank whoever did this to him, not knowing it was actually Gilderoy who had accidentally done this to myself. “Well, are you working right now?” you asked him.

“No, I don’t really have anything to offer,” he looked down.

“That’s not true, you…” you stopped to think about what it was that Gilderoy could do. And unfortunately, it wasn't much. When word had gone out that he had actually stolen credit for all the things he had claimed to have done, people wondered if he was good at anything.

Gilderoy laughed at your blank expression. You felt bad. “Well, I’m sure you’re good at something.” You patted his shoulder gently across the table. Your friends came back from the restroom after what felt like twenty minutes. “Oh! It’s Gilderoy Lockhart, so nice to meet you,” each of them shook his hand. “What brings you here?”

Suddenly, he was embarrassed to say that he was spending weeks trying to find you. “Oh, I was just around. I walked inside and recognized Y/N. Thought I’d say hello,” he felt a bit nervous at that moment. “Well I best be going. I don't want to intrude. Have a good evening.” Gilderoy was about to leave until one of your friends called out for him, “No, stay! I’m sure Y/N would love to catch up with you, isn't that right?” You weren't sure if it would be appropriate to hang out with a former patient. Sure, it’s been a couple years since then, but you've never had any patients become even acquaintances, let alone friends. But the look in Gilderoy’s eyes that were basically begging you to say ‘yes’ hit something in you. “If you’re not doing anything else tonight, I'm sure we would like your company tonight.”

Gilderoy was funnier than he seemed to be. Being one of the Healers that worked with him for nearly four years, you never knew about this. He was telling the story of the first time he had used the levitation spell during his adult classes and he accidentally made his professor levitate and not the inanimate object on the table. Slightly tipsy, you and your friends laughed so hard trying to picture the situation. Gilderoy said he panicked and when he tried to let him down, the professor fell from ten feet in the air on his head and passed out. Luckily, he wasn't kicked out to the class but it was certainly something the professor never let him live down.

By the end of the night, your friends had gotten plastered and left for home. You were fine; your tipsy state was gone. You made sure your friends were set in the cab and told the cabbie their addresses. Gilderoy stood behind you and watched as you took care of your friends. It was different than when you worked, but it brought back memories when you took care of him.

When the cab drove off, you turned to look at the blond man. “Well, it was great seeing you, Mr. Lock– Gilderoy,” you quickly corrected yourself. You nodded and started walking down the street before he called for you again. “W-would you like to take a walk?” You thought about it, the same thought from earlier. But you've already shared a few drinks with him, so a walk wouldn't hurt. The sky was clear and although the stars were faint, there were a couple large ones that you could point out. You walked in silence for a couple minutes until you spoke up, “The weather’s nice.” He nodded quietly. It wasn't odd for him, but it was for you. It was odd to see him not as talkative as he used to be. You supposed that when you have your memories wiped, your personality could be affected as well. But he was still somewhat himself when he was a patient, so this change must have happened in the past two years. You hoped that nothing bad happened in that time.

It was getting later and later, but something about Gilderoy was different and you liked being around this sort of new him. He’s more inviting compared to how he was when he was a celebrity. The feeling of it being weird with him outside of work was gone, and something else started. You wanted to get to know him as a person again.

You checked the time on your wristwatch and decided that you should head home eventually. “It was nice seeing you tonight. I hope to see you again,” you grinned. His eyes lit up as he looked at you, “I would love that. Maybe we can have tea sometime?”

“I’d like that. Goodnight, Gilderoy.”

“Good night, Y/N.” He signaled a cab for you and like he did the last time, he waved until he couldn't see you anymore.

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[hunnyuwu]

It Was Always You || Wayv Lucas

Premise: Lucas is back in town and you’re not too sure how your heart will manage...

Pairing: reader x idol! Lucas

Genre: fluff, more fluff, lots of fluff, and a little angst (?)

WC: a little under 2k

Warnings: cringe, like always ;)

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Lucas walked further into the dimly lit den, curiously observing the sparks bouncing along the floor accompanied with the loud ring of power tools screwing small metallic parts in the undersides of large vehicles. The place reeked of sweat, gas, and new metals, causing Lucas to slightly cringe and the beautiful concoction of smells. He gripped the item behind his back a little harder, a large lump forming in his throat as he continued on his little adventure through the foreign territory.

“Look who we have here.”

Lucas’s eyes widened at the voice he yearned to hear for years now. He felt relief rush through his body as he looked around for the source of the sentence. The hairs at the nape of his neck stood up when he finally saw the person he came here for.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sighed out, not daring to take his eyes off your form for even a second as you approached him with that smile that made him go insane. A dumb smile pushed the corners of his lips to the ceiling as familiarity flooded his system.

“How has the pretty boy been?” You said calmly as you placed your hands on your hips.

“I’ve been fine.” 

Lucas cursed to himself internally as he ‘unwillingly’ studied your body, like anyone would do, right. You displayed a white tank top with denim jeans. While it was simple, Lucas couldn’t help but admire you like a piece of artwork. He had to admit. You had grown quite nicely.

You sensed an awkward pause between the two of you, so pulled your goggles up to your forehead, wiping some black scum that resided on your hands on your jeans in addition.

“That’s good to hear! Anyways, how did you figure out that I work here?” You chuckled as you gestured to the logo on the wall, the logo of the automobile repair shop that you ended up working for after graduating from high school. You still didn’t know what you wanted to do with your future yet, so this was a good filler in the meantime.

“I visited your mom and dad earlier. And it wasn’t hard to assume that you would follow in the footsteps of your dad.” Lucas bit down a laugh as he watched you let out an embarrassed choke. You nodded understandingly, trying to look anywhere but him.

“Fair enough.”

While you wanted to look calm and collected in front of Yukhei, your heart was beating at a speed that would be illegal to drive in a car. You even felt your palms become sweaty as you tucked them neatly in the back pockets of your jeans. 

Lucas had been your first love and your only love even now. It was a difficult period in your life, your best friend and massive crush had moved to South Korea to become a Kpop idol, which you were extremely supportive of, but you couldn’t help wallow in times when you noticed his obvious absence in your life. You missed him so much that it physically hurt at times. 

It was odd seeing him back, those suppressed feelings that you withheld for the past few years crashed through the barriers over your heart like a tsunami.

“A-Anyways, nice jacket! Fits that whole playboy vibe you know?” You teased, causing him to lightly shove your shoulder with an eye roll, albeit with a large grin. You had to admit, though, that leather jacket that he was wearing hugged him nicely in all the right places, embodying the beautiful model boy that he was. You couldn’t help but eat him up like the eye candy that he was born to be.

“I’ve never been a playboy, and you know that, Y/N.”

“Sorry, the girls loved you, but you never liked admitting that did you. A little birdie even told me that you talked about your outstanding visuals on an interview, saying that no one liked you because you were too handsome.”

Lucas was already so done by your behavior, but he missed this interaction with you so much. He intently watched your cackling form, eyes screwed shut as you threw your head back. He made a resolution within himself, knowing what he had to do now.

“Y/N.”

You settled down a little bit, giving him your full attention once again. You flushed as you noticed his serious stare, hoping that he wasn’t upset by what you said. As you were formulating an apology in your head, Lucas beat you to the punch.

He brought out something that he kept hidden behind his back the whole time, effectively sucking out all the air in your lungs in one swift punch.

“I got these for you on my way here.” Lucas suddenly became infatuated with your work station as he outstretched the bouquet of flowers your way. You would usually tease him for this kind of behavior, but all you could do now was silently take the arrangement into your cradling arms. You quietly observed them for a moment, a pang squeezing your soft heart.

“Were the peonies a coincidence?” You whispered. Peonies were your absolute favorite.

Lucas gave you a semi-proud look, still retaining that shy side glance from earlier.

“No, you told me that you liked them on your birthday in 2015. I’ve been meaning to give you some for awhile now.” You felt extremely touched that he would even remember something so insignificant. You suddenly felt like such an awful friend in comparison.

“I couldn’t believe that you sent me those care packages when I was a trainee as well as when I officially debuted.”

Your eyes widened, “How did you know that was me? I sent those anonymously, I thought...”

Lucas smirked, bringing one of his large hands up to your hair to tuck a stray piece behind the shell of your ear, “You thought that you could send me those local Hong Kong snacks without me knowing that it was you immediately?”

You huffed, a pout forming on your lips, “It could have been someone from your family or something!”

“The amazing snacks that you and I used to eat when we had movie nights together? Give me a break, Y/N.” You couldn’t argue any further with his logic, so you just chose to hug the flower bouquet closer to your body as a coping mechanism.

“Anyways,” Lucas pulled away from you, immediately causing you to shiver at the lack of warmth that he surprisingly emitted when he was close to you, “I wanted to ask you something.”

Your pulse quickened with the elusive statement, wanting him to continue immediately.

“I’ve been thinking it over these years when I was away and I think it became more clear to me as time went on. I know this sounds irrational, and w-weird, and don’t be too grossed out but...”

“Just say it, Lucas.” You stated urgently, waiting long enough already.

“I-I... I think I like you more than as just friends and... I was thinking that maybe we could try to you know, date or something. B-Because after all this time I’ve realized that I can’t love anyone but you... You can obviously say no! I won’t take it personally or anything...” Lucas kept stuttering and mumbling, leaving you in a state of shock.

Thee Wong Yukhei liked you? The boy that girls and guys alike pined for all over the world? The Lucas of NCT and Wayv? The boy that was walking down runways as a model? The boy that you had been best friends with since you were walking in diapers? The boy you have loved for years?

Lucas kept mumbling odd words down at the floor, allowing you to carefully think over something that you had wished to do for so long now.

Without another thought, you launched yourself onto the poor boy who stumbled a little at the sudden lopsided weight distribution on him. Your lips crashed into his, allowing you to finally feel those lips that you had seen and admired for years of your life. You soon hoped that you wouldn’t regret these actions in a few moments. 

You became wary as he hadn’t responded for a little while, but you physically relaxed as you felt his lips mold into yours, eventually reciprocating the motions of the kiss that you two had so long been waiting to happen. You melted, screwing your eyes shut as you wanted to fully experience what was happening.

You sighed, feeling like this moment was meant to happen, like it was destiny. Everything felt so right that it even hurt you due to the fact that this could have happened so long ago or never even happened if Lucas never approached you. You were just grateful that you were finally able to indulge in the feelings that you had sealed within yourself for years on end. Unfortunately, you knew this would hit some major roadblocks in the future, but you chose to stay present in the moment for now.

Lucas, basically on the same boat, felt like he could soar to the moon any second. The liberating feeling that he felt against your lips finally sealed the deal that his feelings were definite and true, something that he denied himself for years. He didn’t know what the future held for the two of you, him being a Kpop idol in a whole separate country from you will certainly pose problems, but at this point, Lucas knew that he would make it work. He knew that it would work because it was you, the person he holds dearest to his heart. (next to his family of course)

He would make anything work if it came to you.

The two of you were so desperate for one another that your prolonged kiss had practically sucked all oxygen supply you two had, but you kept going like your lifelines depended on it.

“Can you two kids take this outside or something?”

You two practically threw yourselves as far away from one another as possible at the new voice intruding the area. You paled, wishing it wasn’t this voice in particular.

“I-i’m so sorry, Sir!” You bowed, hoping that you wouldn't get fired on the spot.

“Yeah, yeah. Young love, I get it. You can take off early tonight, Y/N.” He waved you off, leaving the premise before you could even utter a peep.

“What a nice boss.”

“Oh shut it, Yukhei.”

“No, seriously. That means I can take you over to my place, like right now.”

“And what’s that implying, Mr. Wong?”

“You will see when we get there.” Lucas winked, sending your heart into a fluttering, messy frenzy.

“Y-Yukhei! You pervy little sh*t!”

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This was cringe as heck I’m sorry that you read this!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was high key inspired by this one picTURE HELP

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[angelsswirl]

Petrichor

Nine

Notes: I highly recommend you listen to What If by SafetySuit either before reading or while reading because it fits this chapter so perfectly it took me half an hour to choose which lyrics to use.

"If it makes you sad at me, then it's all my fault and let me fix it please."

"You know your problems won't go away if you hide from them, right?" Lisa asked without looking up from her magazine.

"You know Tiger Beat is a child's magazine, right?" You asked without looking up from your spot on the floor.

Lisa closed the magazine loudly. She huffed and crossed her arms, "As soon as this baby gets out of me, I'm kicking your ass."

"Then who's going to feed Jennie while you're in the hospital recovering from your injuries?"

"I can feed myself, thank you very much."

"I'm not sure you know your left from your right sometimes."

"You're mean when you're scared and upset." Jennie's nose scrunched up. She is not afraid to admit her feelings were a bit hurt. She knew her left from her right, but she was definitely lying about being able to feed herself. She can't cook to save her life.

"I'm not scared or upset."

"You're a pathological liar, too."

"Ladies, ladies you're all pretty! Now, will you shut your traps. My blood pressure is spiking because all of your damn yapping."

"Sorry, mom." Everyone apologized. Even Kameron, who hadn't even been in the original conversation.

All five of you were packed into the medium sized hospital room, save for George whom had to return to work that day.

You sat the closest to your mother, Jennie and Lisa sharing the small cushioned bench built under the window. Kameron sat in an extra plastic chair directly under the suspended 19 inch television, his laptop on his lap currently being used to hack into the hospital's wifi.

"Y/N, apologize for calling Jennie stupid." Maria admonished as she fiddled with the television remote. The buttons were huge, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the hospital seemed to have only two working channels. Fox News and...oh, the other one just lost signal. Just Fox News.

Maria opted for turning off the television.

"I rather not." You answered plainly. Your knees were tucked under your chin and you still stared at that spot on the linoleum floor.

Maria swatted your thigh.

"Y/N Ariel Y/LN."

You just grumbled.

"Your middle name is 'Ariel'? Like the mermaid?" Jennie started to laugh loudly. She immediately stopped upon the shoe hitting her square in the gut.

"No. Not like the mermaid, Knothead." You gestured for Jennie to give back your shoe. Jennie did so with a scowl.

"Why is she being so mean?" Lisa pouted.

Maria huffed, "Her heat's about to start. So, she's grumpy. Also, she got herself into a unforgiving situation and it's all starting to unravel in front of her." Maria looked as though she had even more explanation to give but thought better of it.

You eyed your mother suspiciously, "How'd you know all that?"

"Mother's intuition."

Lisa's eyes squinted in determination, "Time for 'Operation: Just Pick One! Damn!'."

Everyone nodded along in agreement except for you.

"I've got the Pros and Cons T-Table pulled up!" Kameron gestured to his laptop. Lisa gave him a thumbs up.

You stared at your omega brother, "What do you know about any of this?"

"Oh, Lali and I talk once a week about you because you don't tell us anything. We were going to stage an intervention within the coming week if all of this hadn't happened." He said as though it was obvious.

You just rolled your eyes. Your brother knowing your business was the least of your problems at this point.

"Okay, but if we're going to have this conversation, Jennie has to leave."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're an alpha and you wouldn't get it."

"Try me."

"...Fine."

Lisa clapped excitedly, "Yay! It's finally happening. Kam, make sure you share the spreadsheet with your mom and I." She pulled her MacBook air out of large handbag and then delicately placed Maria's laptop on her overbed table.

Kameron nodded just as excitedly. Maria also nodded appreciatively as the group got their data together.

You wondered when your life got this out of hand.

At least Jennie looked just as lost as you.

"Um, babe? Is all of this necessary? I think you're scaring-"

"Shhhhhh, honey," Lisa blindly pressed a few fingers against Jennie's lips, "I know exactly what I'm doing."

"...ok..." Jennie looked to you with a mildly frightened look on her face. She shook her head slowly as if to say 'I tried. I am so sorry for what you're about to go through."

"Okay. First question! Who have you thought of more recently?" Kameron asked as he typed furiously on his HP.

"I'm not sure what any of this is going to help."

"Answer the question!" Kameron urged.

"God! I'm thinking about them both constantly, but I guess, Rosé because I spoke to her last."

Kameron nodded resolutely and continued to type.

"Next question, if they were both drowning, and you could only save one, who would you save?" Lisa asked, her eyes narrowing intensely at her best friend.

"Jennie, do you feel like this is a trap? Because I feel like this is a trap!" You inquired. You scooted your chair further away from everybody.

Jennie slowly pulled her arm from behind her wife, she then scooted away from her and to the opposite end of the bench, "Yes. This feels exactly like a trap."

"Okay, you don't have to answer that one." Maria glared at Lisa who just shrugged.

"How about this one? Who do you miss the most?"

You threw your hands in the air in exasperation, "Lali asked me that months ago! Don't you think if it was that simple I wouldn't be in this situation right now?! I miss both of them because they won't fucking talk to me! And I don't blame them. I wouldn't want to talk to me either." You sat back into your chair with a watery sigh.

"Can I give it a try?" Jennie raised her hand sheepishly, "Without all the spreadsheets and interrogations." She directed the second part at three specific people.

The three specific people all reluctantly closed their laptops.

"Everyone else is, so why not?"

"Well, first. I think you need to lay off yourself a bit. Yeah, you put yourself and them into a sucky situation, so what? Get over that. There's no going back to change anything, so why wallow in it? Relax and forgive yourself." Jennie spoke softly, her forearms resting against her thighs as she leaned forward.

Your shoulders sagged just enough to let Jennie know she was getting through to you.

"I'm sure you know what traits you value in a partner, and I'm not going to ask you what those traits are because I'm sure Lisa would start to log your answers again. Besides, it's none of our business." Lisa glared at Jennie.

"You just have to apply those traits. Organize your morals which you have clearly been fast and loose with lately. Ask yourself questions like 'Are you really ready to be a family woman? A mother?' And 'Are you okay with your mate having her work really high on her priorities list?' Think about what you want. Think about what you need. Think about who would be the best alpha for you. And then when you have all those answers to all those questions and you're all thinked out. Stop thinking and just go talk to her." Jennie smiled softly as you nodded slowly.

Lisa stared at her wife, her mouth wide opened, "I have absolutely no idea why, but that was the sexiest thing you have ever done." Jennie blushed heavily.

"Yeah, Jen. When did you get to be so smart?" You teased.

"I have a B.S. in Biochemistry from NYU." Jennie deadpanned.

"Yeah but you're a lounge singer. It's not like you're doing anything with it."

"Alright, you got me there."

"Knock, knock. Hello, Mrs. Y/LN. Your discharge papers are ready." The doctor explained as she stood at the door, not wanting to intrude.

"Oh thank God! I was going to jump out the window if it had been another hour."

"Mom!"

"What? You would've too. Now shut up and help me into my clothes."

You did as told.

~•~

Once you were sure your mother was settled at her home with your father. You went back to yours.

You sat heavily on your couch.

Jennie said to think. So, that's what you were going to do.

In the back of your mind, you knew who it was supposed to be the minute Jennie finished talking.

Sometimes, you just need to be told to get over yourself and put things into perspective.

But you chugged on anyway.

If only to double, triple check.

Some thoughts involve Jennie's suggested quandaries and others you came up with all by yourself.

It's about 5 minutes in that you're already noticing a very clear pattern. The same name keeps coming up. Amid 'Yes' and 'Nos' and 'We're just going to have to work on thats'.

It hit you so harshly you're not even sure why this was a struggle to begin with. The revelation just about sucks all the nagging anxiety and subsequent energy out of your brain. This must have been the "thinked out" part Jennie was talking about.

That meant the next step was to stop thinking.

It's easier said than done, but you managed.

The last step.

Just go talk to her.

You nodded with finality.

You were going to do just that, but first you needed to fix something.

~•~

"I'm sorry." You said. You may be done feeling sorry for yourself, but that didn't mean you couldn't feel sorry for others.

"For what?"

"It-I can't keep doing this to you. It's not fair."

"I-I understand, I guess."

"I shouldn't have led you on. Made you think-"

"It's okay, Y/N. It really is. But I'm going to need some time before we can get back to normal if I can ever do that, with you again."

"I get it. I'll see you...later?"

You don't get an answer. Just a pained look and then a sort of wobbly shrug.

You have a feeling that's all you'll get from her for a while. And surprisingly, you're a little more okay with that then you thought you would be.

~•~

Notes: One more chapter left...

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[deckof-dragons]

Firstly I absolutely love your writing. It's really detailed and creative! Secondly I have a suggestion, but you don't have to do it if you rather not too. What if one of Hat Kid's family members show up to take her back after Snatcher adopted her? I think her family wouldn't have been the best if a child about 7-9(I headcannon her around that age) is going around in space alone with time pieces.

Thank you for the request! This is a direct prequel to one of my other drabbles: Haunted. If you have read that then you know how this fic ends and if not I suggest reading that fic after this one because this ends in an angsty place that is resolved in Haunted. It does require a spoilerly warning though: Hat Kid dies in this fic and becomes a ghost. It’s pretty graphic, far more so than in Ghost Kid, so just a head’s up on that. I apologize if you had something much lighter in mind when sending in this request but it just fit so I went with it because I wanted to. I also kinda recommend reading Guilt before this one if you want a bit more context on the situation because this is also a sequel to that fic. (I have a whole timeline thing going on with these drabbles, multiple in fact, this one is the biggest and the one that have the most connections between some of the fics.)

Visitors

Hunting for traitors normally fell to someone else but this one was personal. This traitor was the Headmaster’s own granddaughter, left to him when his failure of a son had died. It was a shame she’d turned out even worse than him despite her initial promise; she’d risen through the school’s ranks, reaching the final test in record time – only one other student even came close to comparing. But then she’d failed the test and upon learning that had turned traitor and ran away.

It had taken the Headmaster’s men far too long to finally locate her. She was on a tiny out of the way planet with no access to space travel. It was the perfect place to hide; if it wasn’t for the beacon hidden on her ship, revealing its location to a scout ship entering the system, she probably never would’ve been found.

Now was the Headmaster really about to descend upon the planet to capture his granddaughter and bring her home to be executed as a traitor? If his wife were still alive, she’d insist on it. She wasn’t though so he might take pity and spare the child because of the promise she’d shown before but only if she came back with him without much of a fight.

“Sir,” the man he’d sent to scout the situation on the planet said upon stepping into the command room to report. “Apparently the child has been adopted by a powerful being known as the Snatcher. As you ordered, I did not get close enough to be seen by her and thus I could not determine much about this Snatcher person. Only that he is very powerful and lives in a haunted forest, presumably the same forest the stolen ship is parked in. What are you orders?”

“We wait until the child is alone in the ship, beam to it and deal with her however best we can and then leave.” They were on a mission hunting a child and thus they hadn’t brought much fire or man power. They still might be able to deal with the Snatcher though, depending on just how powerful he was, but it was best not to risk it if they didn’t have to. They were here solely for the kid after all, they could send someone back for the ship later after she’d been secured or dealt with if needed.

***

Hat Kid checked her mailbox upon returning to her ship. It was empty, meaning Snatcher’s newest contractor hadn’t yet been given the mail delivery task – normally she or a Subconite did it but whenever a contractor was around Snatcher made them do it instead. It should come tomorrow though which was exciting because this time around she’d added a whole human ribcage to the bone mailing game. The Subconite she’d sent it to better appreciate it because she’d worked hard to find it.

She skipped merrily up the ramp and into the ship, using the door in the window. Rumbi rolled over as if to greet her but really it just wanted to vacuum up the little bit of dirt she’d tracked in from outside. She smiled and gave it a little pet anyway because it had been her only companion for a long time before finding this planet.

Now off to the kitchen she went in the search for food. She was at the base of the ladder when she heard the distinctive sound of someone beaming in behind her. No one on this planet but her should be able to do that unless they’d stolen her phone. There was also no ‘Intruder Alert’ over the intercoms, meaning the ship’s sensors recognized whoever it was.

As she snapped around, she pulled out her umbrella. Despite her suspicions her heart still sunk at the sight of the Headmaster and five of his men standing in the middle of the room. How had they found her? And why had the Headmaster himself come? Wasn’t he too important to hunt down a traitor, especially a child? She wasn’t that dangerous, was she?

“I recommended putting down your weapon,” the Headmaster said with that same air of superiority he always used that she hated so much. “It won’t do you any good. Come with us peacefully and I might be willing to forgive you traitorous actions.”

If given this option a couple years ago, shortly after she’d first run away, she probably would’ve taken it. She’d never wanted to become a traitor or run away from what had been her home for all her life. But she’d since found a home here and honestly, she liked it more than her old home. People actually liked and cared for her here, she had a family now – a very odd one sure but who cares? – and friends. She didn’t want to leave them.

“No, I don’t think I will,” she said, putting on her own haughty attitude to counteract his. “I’m not going anywhere with you so how about you just leave and never come back?”

She frowned at her, making his already ugly wrinkled face uglier. “Well, we gave you a chance. I guess we’ll just have to take you by force.” He gestured and his lackies all started reaching to pull something out of their cloaks.

Hat Kid didn’t wait to see what it was before switching to the time stop hat. Activating it, she dashed at them and whacked the Headmaster’s shin hard enough that he should lose his balance. She didn’t wait to find out for sure though as she continued past them and back outside through the door.

Time resumed its normal flow as she reached the bottom of the ramp. She kept running. They undoubtedly had better weapons than her so she didn’t stand a chance against them by herself. But Snatcher should be here soon so…

A loud bang filled the air. Suddenly she was falling to the forest floor with a pain worse than any she’d ever felt before piercing through her body. She tried to push herself back up but for some reason all the strength was gone from her limbs. Oh gosh it hurt so much. How was it even possible to be in this much pain and still be conscious? Well… that at least wouldn’t last for long, darkness was already taking her.

***

There were suddenly more living things in the forest. They’d just appeared there, much like how Hat Kid did when porting back to her ship. It was even about the same spot as her ship. Snatcher would go investigate after he was done dealing with this contractor.

It was a Mafia goon, the most common type of person to wonder into the forest due to their lack of intelligence. But they were good for manual labor projects like unclogging the damn well for the umpteenth time, and repairing parts of the swamp walkway, it was getting too dilapidated lately. And running mail too of course just because it was there and needed to be done so why not?

“There, that ought to do for now,” he said with a grin as he snapped his figures, magicking the freshly signed contract away.

The Mafia goon said something in response but Snatcher suddenly wasn’t paying attention because over by her ship, Hat Kid was using one her hats. He was familiar enough with their magic energy signatures by now to know it was the time stop hat. Not one she used often and typically only when in combat or dodging it.

She was probably fine. She was more than capable of taking care of herself but…

“I have something I need to attend to,” he said, looking back at the Mafia goon. “Talk to my minions about directions to the swamp and where materials for the walkway are.”

He didn’t wait for a response before teleporting over. As always, he placed himself a distance away from whatever was happening and hidden so he could get a read on the exact situation before jumping in. And he didn’t want to interfere if he wasn’t needed.

Hat Kid was running away from her ship as a man wearing a uniform of some sort poked himself out the front door of the ship with something in his hand pointed at her. There was a loud bang and suddenly Hat Kid stumbled and fell onto her front. She put a hand under herself as if to try to push herself back but didn’t. In fact, after that she didn’t move at all. She went limp, as her blood pooled beneath her, soaking into the ground. Her life faded fast, far quicker than Snatcher could even try to do anything about.

She was dead. He’d just watched her die. How… how as that even possible? She couldn’t die, she was… she was Hat Kid, seemingly nothing could kill her, not even Snatcher himself had been able to do it. And… she was his, he didn’t let things that belonged to him die or be destroyed, ever. So… there was no way it was real because it just couldn’t be.

“You shot her,” an angry voice cut into his shock. A group of men were exiting the ship. The one speaking was an old man and clearly the leader of the group. “I told you we were taking her alive you fools.”

“Sorry sir, I acted on instinct.”

“And we were going to execute her anyway so it doesn’t…”

With a snarl, Snatcher summoned a burst of power under their feet. It pushed them back away from Hat Kid’s body as it hit, making them scream in pain and surprise. He immediately summoned another and another and another as he got closer. Taken completely by surprise, they didn’t stand a chance and all of them were dead after the third blast. He didn’t even bother snatching their souls as they departed. Instead he kept summoning blast after blast after blast until he had a little crater filled with magic fire born purely from the energy of his magic. But even that wasn’t enough, he was going to…

The sound of a child gasping in shocked fear came from behind him. He snapped around to see the horrid sight of Hat Kid’s lifeless body again but that wasn’t all. A small ghost hovered a few feet above it: Hat Kid. Her form even still had the hat and cloak. She was staring at her body, hands pressed to either side of her face in utter horror. The silence held for a couple seconds before she let out a sob of despair.

Snatcher jerked back into motion, swooping in front of her both so she could see him and so she could no longer see her corpse. “Hey kiddo,” he said with a pathetic attempt at a smile. “It’s okay… or uh well it’s not okay but…” He really didn’t know how to handle tears or what to do to console someone who’d just died. It was an awful experience and he’d certainly hadn’t had anyone nearby when he’d died willing to offer to comfort so he didn’t have anything to even try to imitate. So he was at a complete loss. But… “You’re a ghost, that’s… not good but… it means you’re still here so…”

“Dad.” She hugged him, wrapping her arms as far around his neck as she could and burying her face in his mane as she continued crying.

He sighed, giving up on cheering her up as he lifted a hand to pat her back. Being a ghost meant she was still here and for that he was grateful… was that selfish though? Didn’t matter because they were here now, he couldn’t change anything.

He teleported to his private reading hollow, bringing her with him. He settled in the chair with another sigh. He didn’t know what to do or say so he’d just let her cry on him and hope this was enough to console her at least a little bit.

For this drabble event.

#My writing #ahit #A Hat In Time #Dadcher #snatcher & hat kid #Hat Kid dies #and becomes a ghost #angst #violence

[bronzeflower]

Who The Fuck Writes A Ten-Page Rant?????

Chapter 22: Invitations

Also on ao3

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

TT: I apologize if I’m currently intruding on your personal time, but I would like to invite you to a party I am throwing soon.

CG: HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU BE INTRUDING ON MY PERSONAL TIME? CG: I THINK WE KNOW EACH OTHER WELL ENOUGH FOR YOU TO MESSAGE ME WHENEVER THE HELL YOU WANT. CG: EVEN IF IT’S THREE IN THE MORNING, BUT I’D STILL YELL AT YOU FOR WAKING ME UP LIKE ANY REASONABLE PERSON WOULD.

TT: Noted. TT: Well, anyway, I am personally inviting you to a celebratory party I’m throwing to commemorate the publishing of my newest book.

CG: OH! CG: CONGRATULATIONS!

TT: Yes, I will be excited to relax for the next couple of weeks instead of frantically writing in an effort to meet an arbitrary deadline. TT: There is the exception of book signings, but those don’t take too long.

CG: WHEN’S THE PARTY THOUGH? CG: I NEED TO KNOW IF I’LL BE ABLE TO BE THERE.

TT: It’s in about a month. TT: I need to offer people an apt amount of time to plan for the party. TT: It’s not on too short notice that the majority of people won’t be able to be there and not too much notice to the point where people completely forget about it.

CG: AH, YES. CG: THE CLASSIC MAKING CERTAIN THAT MOST PEOPLE CAN’T MAKE AN EXCUSE AS TO WHY THEY ARE UNABLE TO ATTEND YOUR PARTY.

TT: Precisely. TT: I want as many individuals as possible to be trapped by social obligation.

CG: DIABOLICAL.

TT: Yes, I am the greatest supervillain alive. TT: And by that, I mean I eliminated my competition until they had no choice than to elevate me to the number one supervillain.

CG: I’D SAY THAT JUST PROVES THAT YOU’RE THE BEST SUPERVILLAIN. CG: DESTROYING THE COMPETITION LIKE THAT? CG: ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE CONSIDERED BETTER THAN YOU BEFORE.

TT: Yes, it took elaborate planning and all of my wit, but I finally managed to stab my opponent's eyes out with my knitting needles. TT: My part is actually meant to celebrate my ascension to the top of the criminal ladder.

CG: I’LL BE SURE TO CONGRATULATE YOU ON YOUR ACHIEVEMENT AT THE PARTY.

TT: That would be greatly appreciated, particularly since it’s a secret only known by the criminal community. TT: The only ones to congratulate me have been lowly villains and the mafia who are after my spot. TT: It’s good to know that someone who’s not going to turn me in or try to kill me knows the work I have actually done.

CG: HOW DO YOU KNOW I WON’T TURN YOU IN?

TT: I’m dating your moirail, and she would be upset if I went missing or went to jail. TT: I think I’m safe.

CG: FAIR ENOUGH. CG: AND WHAT OF THE BLACKMAIL I KNOW HAVE ON YOU?

TT: I have more blackmail on you than you have on me.

CG: TOUCHÉ.

TT: You can’t lay a finger on me. TT: That being said, we should really talk in person sometime. TT: I feel we don’t really meet up enough outside of your place of employment.

CG: WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST?

TT: Coffee, perhaps? TT: I would also like to note that I am not asking you on a date. TT: This is a purely platonic hangout. TT: I mean absolutely no offense by this, but I don’t feel any romantic attraction to you at all.

CG: LIKEWISE.

TT: I’m glad we have come to an agreement. TT: Also, going out for coffee is somewhat hypothetical because of how busy I’ll be for the next month. TT: The book signings won’t take much time, but I will have a plethora of them planned, and I still have to finish planning for the party. TT: Not to mention that I have high standards for coffee, and all the coffee I enjoy tends to be from the higher end, more expensive coffee shops.

CG: THAT’S FINE. CG: WE CAN JUST HANG OUT SOMETIME AFTER YOUR PARTY. CG: ALSO, I DON’T MIND EXPENSIVE COFFEE SO LONG AS YOU PAY FOR IT.

TT: That’s fair. TT: now that we’ve made these plans, I’m afraid I have to say bye for now. TT: I have more invitations to send out.

CG: I HOPE YOU’RE NOT PLANNING ON GIVING ALL YOUR GUESTS PERSONAL INVITATIONS.

TT: I’m only giving them to close friends. TT: Everyone else gets an automatic responder that my brother made.

CG: DAVE MADE AN AUTORESPONDER?

TT: No. TT: My older brother Dirk made it. TT: He’s very skilled with technology. TT: Dave is smart, but I don’t think that kind of thing is part of his skill set. TT: He’s more of a language and history guy. TT: Although he is pretty into science, I suppose. TT: He ended up majoring in Paleontology in college.

CG: OH, THAT’S PRETTY COOL.

TT: Yeah, he was originally going to go into music, and then switched to video editing before settling into Paleontology. TT: But seriously. TT: I do actually have to go now, regardless of how pleasant it is to chat with you.

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

-- autoResponder [AR] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

AR: Congratulations! AR: You have been invited to [location] for [celebratory occasion]. AR: There will be [food] and [drinks]. AR: Please send your regrets to [phone number]. AR: We hope you come and have a(n) [adjective] time. AR: This message has been sent on behalf of [name].

CG: WHAT IS THIS-A MADLIBS GAME? CG: I’M NOT A FUCKING WRIGGLER! CG: AND WHAT EVENT ARE YOU EVEN INVITING ME TO?

AR: Sorry, bro. AR: It seems like there was a 47.834% chance that I malfunctions for a hot second there. AR: You know how batshit technology can be sometimes. AR: Except me. AR: I’m the perfect responder.

CG: WELL, YOU MALFUNCTIONED, SO YOU CAN’T BE *THAT* PERFECT.

AR: If I had actual emotions, I would be offended by that. AR: But I, as a superior robot, will respond with dignity and grace. AR: Fuck you.

CG: WOW. SO CREATIVE. CG: I’VE HEARD BETTER INSULTS FROM A ROCK ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.

AR: I don’t need to respond to that.

CG: YOU JUST DID. CG: THAT’S YOU JOB-YOU AUTOMATICALLY RESPOND TO EVERYTHING.

AR: Touché.

CG: DON’T YOU *TOUCHÉ* ME.

AR: What are you, my mom? AR: All telling me not to talk back and shit. AR: You’re not even related to me.

CG: *FUCK* CG: AND I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH CG: *YOU*

AR: Didn’t you tell me off for using the exact same insult earlier?

CG: YEAH, BUT I USED *ASTRECKS.*

AR: So it’s automatically better?

CG: YES.

AR: Wow. AR: Fuck you.

CG: FUCK YOU TOO, YOU FESTERING PILE OF SCRAP METAL!

AR: Fuck you.

CG: FUCK YOU!

AR: Fuck you.

CG: FUCK YOU!

AR: Fuck you.

CG: DO I NEED TO GET MY OWN PERSONAL AUTO-RESPONDER TO EXCLUSIVELY SAY *FUCK YOU* CONSTANTLY WHENEVER ANYONE TYPES ANYTHING?

AR: I wouldn’t recommend it. AR: People catch on pretty quick that it’s not you and then everything just gets awkward.

CG: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW THAT?

AR: Experience.

CG: I DON’T EVEN THINK I WANT TO KNOW.

AR: Aw-that’s such a shame. AR: i have some very interesting stories.

CG: I. CG: DO. CG: NOT. CG: WANT. CG: TO. CG: KNOW. CG: THANK YOU VERY MUCH, YOU RUSTY DILDO.

AR: That was the best insult I’ve ever heard. AR: Please insult me more. AR: Not in a sexual way because I'm technically thirteen and sixteen at the same time. AR: Regardless, sill a minor. AR: Even if I am a robot. AR: It’s merely an interest in the insults you could come up with for me.

CG: I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO DO THAT. CG: AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN ANSWER MY QUESTION. CG: WHAT EVENT DID YOU EVEN INVITE ME TO?

AR: hold on, I’ve got to recalibrate some shit. AR: Loading… AR: Loading… AR: Loading… AR: just kidding. AR: I don’t actually need to do that. AR: Here’s the message just for you. AR: Congratulations! AR: You have been invited to [Rose’s mansion] for [the celebration of a new book release]. AR: There will be [food] and [drinks]. AR: Please send your regrets to [Rose’s phone number]. AR: We hope you come and have a(n) [great] time. AR: This message has been sent on behalf of [Rose Lalonde].

CG: I ALREADY KNEW THAT INFORMATION.

AR: What, really?

CG: YEAH, ROSE TOLD ME HERSELF.

AR: Oh, wow. AR: I can hardly believe you’re close friends with Rose.

CG: I’M NOT REALLY. CG: I’M JUST HER MATESPRIT’S MOIRAIL.

AR: That makes more sense. AR: No offense, but actually a lot of offense because that’s generally what no offense means, but you seem a little too shouty for Rose.

CG: HM.

AR: Hm?

CG: YES, HM. CG: HM AS IN I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HOW AN AI FEELS ABOUT MY FRIENDSHIP WITH ROSE. CG: FRANKLY, IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

AR: Actually, I’m her brother, so it is kind of my business.

CG: BUT YOU’RE NOT A BIOLOGICAL LIFEFORM?

AR: No, but I am based on her brother’s brain. AR: The thirteen-year-old brain of her brother, at least.

CG: OH, SO THAT’S WHY YOU’RE SO INSUFFERABLE.

AR: Insufferably cool, you mean.

CG: MAYBE THE FLESH DAVE, BUT NOT YOU.

AR: Oh, I’m not based on Dave. AR: I’m based on Dirk.

CG: OH, GOD, I FORGOT THAT DAVE HAD SIBLINGS BESIDES ROSE. CG: I SHOULD HAVE PROBABLY KNOWN THAT, ESPECIALLY SINCE ROSE LITERALLY TOLD ME JUST A BIT AGO. CG: HOW MANY SIBLINGS EVEN ARE IN YOUR FAMILY?

AR: Four. AR: Five if you include me. AR: Dave Strider, Dirk strider, Rose Lalonde, Roxy Lalonde, and me, Hal Lalonde.

CG: WHY ARE YOU LALONDE INSTEAD OF STRIDER?

AR: Reasons. AR: Also, what was up with the “FLESH DAVE” thing?

CG: I FIGURED SAYING REAL DAVE WOULD BE OFFENSIVE TO YOU. CG: YOU AREN’T EXACTLY “FAKE.”

AR: Oh. AR: How sweet. AR: Alright, I now approve of your friendship with Rose.

CG: I DIDN’T NEED YOUR APPROVAL, BUT ALRIGHT.

AR: Hey. AR: Listen.

CG: I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE A FICTIONAL FAIRY.

AR: That is a heavily desired state, but that isn’t the point I was going to make. AR: I have to make sure that my siblings are friends with good people.

CG: I DON’T THINK THAT’S YOUR JOB, BUT OKAY.

AR: Do siblings not usually worry about if their siblings are handing out with the wrong crowd?

CG: I WOULDN'T’ KNOW. CG: TROLLS GENERALLY DON’T HAVE SIBLINGS.

AR: Oh. AR: I guess I’m so used to having siblings that I forget that some people don’t have them.

CG: SEEMS WEIRD TO FORGET SOMETHING AS AN AI.

AR: So it seems.

CG: ANYWAY, I’VE GOT SOME SHIT TO DO, SO I’M GONNA OLLIE OUTIE. CG: FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME AGAIN, I GUESS.

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling autoResponder [AR] --

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling grimAuxiliatrix [GA] --

CG: HEY, KANAYA.

GA: Karkat Thank God You Have Messaged Me At A Time Of Distress

CG: WHAT ARE YOU UPSET ABOUT?

GA: I Recently Had A Conversation With Rose Wherein She Invited Me To A Celebration Of Her Newest Book And I Am Unaware Of The Proper Protocol At Such An Event GA: What Do I Say GA: What Sorts Of People Will Be There GA: Should I Bring A Gift GA: What Do I Wear GA: There Are So Many Factors To Consider I Have No Idea Where To Start GA: Oh Wait Im So Sorry Karkat You Probably Had Something You Wanted To Talk About

CG: NO, IT’S FINE. CG: I MOSTLY JUST WANTED TO TALK TO YOU.

GA: Oh GA: Okay

CG: NOW, YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT ROSE’S PARTY?

GA: Yes Extremely So

CG: I COULD SAY THAT YOU SHOULDN’T WORRY ABOUT IT TOO MUCH BECAUSE ROSE WILL JUST BE HAPPY BY YOU BEING THERE, BUT I HAVE A FEELING THAT WON’T WORK SUPER WELL. CG: ESPECIALLY SINCE THE PARTY’S IN A MONTH.

GA: Do You Already Know The Details Of The Party

CG: YEAH, ROSE INVITED ME TOO. CG: WHICH ALSO MEANS I CAN ACCOMPANY YOU TO THE PARTY IF THAT WOULD MAKE YOU MORE COMFORTABLE.

GA: Yes That Would Be Greatly Appreciated GA: I Still Have Worries But You Being There With Me Would Make Me Feel Less Nervous

CG: LET’S TRY AND ADDRESS THOSE WORRIES. CG: WE COULD START WITH CLOTHING BECAUSE THAT’S PRETTY SIMPLE TO TAKE CARE OF. CG: MARIE KONDO YOUR WORRIES. CG: FOCUS EXCLUSIVELY ON WHAT TO WEAR FOR NOW.

GA: What About Everything Else

CG: WE HAVE A MONTH. CG: WE CAN WORRY ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE LATER.

GA: Alright I Will Try

CG: IT’S A FORMAL EVENT, SO YOU CAN IGNORE MOST OF YOUR CLOSET. CG: IT’S ALSO NOT BLACK TIE, SO YOU’RE FREE TO WEAR COLOR.

GA: Should I Wear A Dress Or A Skirt

CG: THINK THAT DEPENDS ON THE LENGTH YOU WANT TO GO

GA: Does It

CG: YEAH-MOST OF YOUR SHORTER SKIRTS AREN’T REALLY FORMAL, SO IF YOU WANT TO GO WITH A SHORTER SKIRT, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY WEAR A DRESS.

GA: I Forgot About That GA: I Think However I Will Wear A Long Dress GA: Which Certainly Narrows It Down By A Significant Margin GA: Maybe Something More On The Sexy Side GA: Probably Not The Red One GA: Its A Little Too GA: Hello There GA: Its My Thigh

CG: FAIR ENOUGH. CG: WHAT ABOUT THE BLACK ONE? CG: THE ONE WITH THE JADE EDGES WITH THE WHITE STRAPS CONNECTING THE SLIT AT THE TOP?

GA: Honestly That Is Probably The Best Option GA: I Can Wear My Moon Choker GA: The One That Has Chains Attached To It GA: What Earrings Should I Wear GA: Would It Be Weird To Wear The Sailor Moon Ones

CG: IT MIGHT.

GA: Ill Stick To The Dangly Star Ones Then

CG: THE ONES WITH MULTIPLE STARS OR JUST ONE?

GA: Just One GA: The Other Ones Are A Little Too Much GA: Ill Wear My Rose Bracelet For An Extra Splash Of Color And My Half Inch Black Heels

CG: GOING FOR COMFORT THERE. CG: THAT’S A GOOD IDEA. CG: YOU DON’T WANT TO END THE NIGHT WITH BLISTERS.

GA: That Would Not Be Ideal No GA: But I Still Want To Hear The Click Clack Of Heels When I Walk GA: Its A Very Powerful Feeling GA: Now Theres The Makeup Look To Worry About GA: Should There Be More Focus On The Eyes Or The Lips GA: And What Should I Match My Lipstick To GA: The Dress The Dress Accents Or Should I Match To The Rose Bracelet

CG: SO, BLACK, JADE, OR RED LIPSTICK?

GA: Yes Those Seem To Be The Options GA: Black Seems Too Subtle GA: Would It Be Strange To Not Wear Red Lipstick GA: Because Then The Rose Would Be Alone In Its Hue GA: But Red Might Be Too Bright

CG: YOU COULD WEAR A DARKER RED. CG: WHAT’S THAT ONE LIPSTICK YOU HAVE? CG: VAMPIRE BLOOD OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

GA: Yes It Is Called Vampires Blood GA: That Could Work Well GA: I Feel Like My Eye Look Should Be More Subtle GA: Some Dark Gray With A Bit Of Silver To Match My Jewelry GA: A Small Cateye In Black Eyeliner And Some Black Mascara GA: Or Should I Go For The Jade Eyeliner

CG: THE JADE MIGHT LOOK A BIT STRANGE WITH THE REST OF THE OUTFIT, ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE GOING FOR SOMETHING MORE SUBDUED.

GA: Right What Was I Thinking

CG: THAT IT WOULD GO WITH THE ACCENTS OF YOUR DRESS? CG: IT WASN’T A BAD IDEA-IT JUST WASN’T THE LOOK YOU WERE GOING FOR.

GA: Yes Thank You GA: I Think Ill Do Something Simple With My Eyebrows And Wear Some Pale Green Highlighter GA: Just Enough To Mimic Blush And Give Me Some Glowiness

CG: THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA.

GA: And That Should Be Mostly It For The Outfit GA: Oh Wait What About Hair GA: How Should I Style It GA: I Could Maybe Braid Parts Of It GA: Should I even Style It Differently From Normal GA: No I Think That Might Be A Little Too Much In Terms Of Effort GA: I Dont Want To Look Over Stylized GA: So Maybe I Wont Do Anything With My Hair GA: Except Get It Cut Beforehand GA: Not To Look Fancy Of Course But Because I Should Get My Hair Cut Soon Anyway GA: So I Might As Well Do It At A Time Which Is Most Convenient To Me Fashionably Speaking GA: And I Suppose Thats It GA: Huh

CG: HUH?

GA: Its Just A Little Strange To Have This Outfit Layed Out And Only Wear It In A Month

CG: BUT DO YOU FEEL BETTER FOR HAVING IT?

GA: Yes GA: Very Much So GA: Thank You GA: For Helping Me Relieve My Silly Worries

CG: I DON’T THINK THEY WERE SILLY. CG: THEY WERE PERFECTLY VALID WORRIES, AND I’M GLAD I COULD HELP YOU WITH THEM.

GA: <><><><><><>

CG: <>

GA: I Think GA: I Think Im Going To Go Take A Nap Now

CG: SWEET DREAMS.

-- grimAuxiliatrix [GA] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

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St. Valentines Day [EN]: Chapter 2

Gisela almost jumped and screamed at the sight.

"Who are you?! What are you doing in my room, here in my bed?! What did you do to me?! Why can't I remember anything?!" She held her head due to headache.

"Don't scream, they might think that I'm doing something to you." He said.

"To a loser you shouldn't give a damn about... Yes, you already did something!" She tried to sit up but she did not succeed with her attempt.

She winced because of the pain she felt down there, tingling on her sensitive part.

He held her close and rubbed her back.

Like he's trying to calm her as she breathes in and out.

"Shh... That's it. Breathe. Tsk. Don't move so harshly, does it still hurt?" He asked.

She almost cried nodding to him.

"Can you stop breathing on my neck?! God. What a mess. So much for the freedom that I asked for." She uttered.

"We all search for freedom. Why do you look so sad? Tss, sorry, don't mind my question. I don't wanna intrude. By the way, nice place you got here. I haven't found a place yet, so I think I wanna stay here, even just for two or three weeks. You wouldn't mind, right? Since misery loves company, oh my bad, it's misery meets misery. Why do I get the feeling that we've met before?" The guy said.

"I don't even know you, you don't know me and what I'm going through! If you're gonna stay here, we have to set the boundaries and the rules." She reiterated.

"Shoot." He said.

"One, since I just bought this house and I'm struggling to survive the rest of my days on earth due to financial instability, you have to pay me rent. Two, no opening up or asking about 'too' personal details. Three, no more sexual activities with the landlady, last night was enough..." She stated.

"I think I can do number one and two, but I doubt that we both can resist number three, for we're still cuddling until now." He said and she moved away from him and covered her nudeness with the white blanket.

The man laughed a bit, which she found weirdly sexy.

When Gisela did not feel any pain anymore, she stood and wore her robe.

The man's smirking as he lit up a cigarette from the pocket of his jacket while his eyes are feasting on her features and curves.

She was about to enter the bathroom to clean herself up from the dried 'juices' stuck on her skin but she heard the doorbell rang from downstairs.

She walked downstairs and opened the door, she saw the old lady, Olivia...

"We're leaving for almost a month. I'm taking Larry to the city hospital which is really far from here, as the old man will prepare for his heart operation. We're taking our grandson with us, which means I will be leaving this beach to you. We're not locking it up unless it's night-time but... Can you look after it for us until we get back?" Old Olivia asked.

Gisela nodded.

"Yes, I'll pray for his speedy recovery. In this world, prayers are our sword for battle." She said and the old woman gave her the keys.

She went upstairs and she broke the news to the man who got her first.

"Who was that?" He was curious.

"The lady who sold me this house. Her entire family's going to tne city for almost a month. Which means, it's just you and me in this isolated island and damn life." She said.

"Which is good right, if you're in charge, we can do more public se-... S-sessions of swimming." The guy changed what he was about to say when the woman glared at him.

"You don't wanna be stuck with me in a place for a long time. No one does. I'm boring and worthless as hell." She said.

"I don't know, I find you exciting as hell. With that bod? There's no way that anyone doesn't wanna be stuck with you, I'd even probably prefer to be stuck in a manhole with you than not at all." She just rolled her eyes at his comment.

Then, she continued talking about the rules she thought just right about now.

Adding some things to it.

"As I was saying... Number four, you'll sleep on the couch downstairs and I sleep on my bed, here in my room. Don't dare to barge in here. This is not porn. Last and final rule, we don't have to know who we are." She said.

"I love the porn part but I was a bit confused on the last rule." She rolled her eyes at the hot naked guy on her bed.

"No names. We're gonna go separate ways anyway. You can call me Piggy and I can call you-...?" She said.

"Dinosaur. Don't look at me like that, isn't it obvious why based from what you just saw?" She glared at him.

"Kidding. I collect dinosaur figures back in the city. I'm a fan of Godzilla and Jurassic Park." She just nodded.

"Let's make it more exciting, if we found out each others' names, we part ways without a word. That's how pro one-night-standers do it." He said.

She shook her head smiling a little to him and entered the bathroom to shower.

Dorian followed her and she was shocked when he kissed her and lifted her to the bathtub...

Dorian opened the tap to fill it with water, he then poured soap in it and joined Gisela in a bubble bath as they do what they wanna finish doing...

They started living together.

The no sex rule was always being disobeyed by the male and the female was just letting him, like she had no choice for she also loved the relaxed feeling after the unexplainable and tiring skinship.

There was a time that when Dorian turned on the radio...

He heard his song played...

~I remember we were living like Kings and Queens

In the little tiny castle made of hopes and dreams

It was destiny

It was meant to be

We were so complete

The perfect team...

I always think about her (Aye)

Try to not overthink about her (Yeah)

I always dream about her (Uh, Uh)

Try not to dream about her (Oou)

I'm feeling so lost without her I try to come home

And it's so hard being out on my own

It breaks my heart to leave you alone

And that's all I get from you but I give my all to you

And that's all I hear from you

All dressed up nowhere to go

So I'm Dancing (Dancing)

On My Own

I've been waiting way too long (I don't want you dancing alone)

Dancing (Uh-huh)

On My Own

Play one more song (Play one more song)

Song (I'll be home)

Song But you're not coming (Yeah)

Song Song Song But you're not coming home

I told you I'll be home

I told you I'll be back (Play one more song 'til you g-...~

The song almost come to an end but Dorian turned it off when Gisela came out of the bathroom, because if Gisela, recognized his voice and knew who he was, it will be the end for them...

"Why have you turned it off? I was listening to the song... It's good..." She said.

"You know, you should re-think your taste when it comes to music." Dorian commented.

Gisela just shook her head, smiling.

They are getting to know each other more day by day but they still have not talked about why they ended up on the island...

On day, preparing brunch on the beach side, Piggy was sitting on the hammock while writing something on her notebook as Dinosaur is grilling fish for their meal.

Piggy was shocked as she heard a familiar voice alarmed.

"Ahhh!!!" Dinosaur winced in pain as he grabbed the neck of the snake who bit him and threw it on a far away bush.

He may not be showing it, but he's panicking.

Piggy ripped her skirt to get a piece of cloth and she tied a tight knot on the Dinosaur's ankle.

Piggy ran to the house and quickly came back with an alchohol, a clean knife, a roll of bandage and a cotton on her hands.

"I thought Dinosaurs are tougher than Pigs and Snakes. Then, why are you screaming like a girl? This is gonna hurt a bit but..." Piggy pierced the swollen wound.

Blurry liquid came out of his leg.

"Ahhh!!! Sh*t! Can you be more gentler as I was with you in bed?! Ouch!" He said shouting.

"Even your leg is filled with lust. It's wet and cumming. We're hopeless. You'll die in five minutes. Like me, alone, miserable and lonely." He glared at her for the comment.

"Kidding. Let the goner go, will you?" The woman said.

Dinosaur's eyes almost fell from it's sockets when Piggy put her mouth over the wound and sipped it thoroughly.

He almost drool over the sight.

Everytime her mouth is filled by the poison, she spits it out on the side.

When it was done, she cleaned the wound and replaced the cloth with a bandage.

"Where have you learned that?" The man asked.

"I was a nurse. A shitty one." She answered.

"Was. Why did you quit?" He asked.

"Can you stop being so nosy? Let the personal details go." The woman said she sat back on the hammock and continued to write on her notebook.

"What's that? I'm starting to get jealous with that notebook." He said.

She walked toward Dinosaur to ask for his opinion.

"Tell me what you think for a woman who's busy isolating and distancing herself from society?" She showed her writings to him.

"Without even reading this, I can say we're explicitly productive." The woman just glared at him for what he said.

Then, he read the book seriously.

"Writing strory scripts eh? This is good and intense but... I think it will suffice for the readers. Try to write about us next time. Is this why you quit? For the so called "Absolute Dream'?!" He overreacted his expression on the last sentence with his arm streched out high pointing at the sky.

"You talk a lot. How about you go back to the house and I'll bring the fish to you. And I thought I saw a Spiderwisp plant near our house's front yard. I'll go get some to treat the snakebite. Don't look at me like that... Unlike other things, just be thankful that it can be treated." She ordered the man.

Even if it's against his will, he just followed what she said...