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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 4 months

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Roman Reigns: Date Night (Pt. III to Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.)

Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing this for you all.

Warnings: none really other than the occasional swearing and mentions of blood w/a visual

The Next Morning

You’d just gotten off a long night shift at work. You don’t know exactly what you did to your patient, whose name you learned was Kade, but she ignored you the rest of the shift. You were confused as you two started on a good note, but then she just immediately shut down as your conversation progressed. It troubled you. But hopefully, you didn’t leave a bad impression on her. You hugged Vallerie goodbye before hopping into your car and starting the ignition. Before going home, you were going to make a quick stop at Starbucks and get your favorite drink and some breakfast.

Ten minutes into your drive, your phone rings through your dashboard, and your husband’s name pops up. You smile to yourself before picking up the call.

“Good morning, baby. Are you off work yet?” he asked, sounding like he was moving around.

“Yes, it was a loooong shift. I’ll explain when I get home.” You say stopping a red light.

“Okay, you know I’m all ears. I’ll have a bath ready for you when you get back, okay? You’re off the rest of the weekend, right?” he questions.

“Yep. Which means I’m relaxing the rest of the weekend…. that is if our little nugget allows it.” You giggle.

“No worries about that. I already got it covered. She’ll be at my mom’s for the rest of the weekend. I got something special planned for us.”

You finally make it home, stomach full of the breakfast and coffee you chugged down on your way home.

You park your car in your driveway, your husband’s car already in its usual spot. You get out of your car, and your tiredness starts to hit you like a diesel truck. You could barely put one foot in front of the other. Before heading into your house, you walk to your mailbox. That’s when you hear your name being called. You turn around to see your neighbor, Miss Williamson, walking her poodle. She was an elderly lady, sweet, and nosy, but an overall lovely woman. She smiles at you, a small hint of confusion on her face as she takes in your appearance. You’d hope to make this conversation very short, all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and lay down with your man.

“Good morning, Miss Williamson. How are you?” you smile at her, waving your hand.

She approaches you as her poodle, Miss Fefe, sniffs you. She was a friendly dog that took a liking to you. You giggle as you pet her head.

“Good morning Y/n. It appears you’re just getting off work?” she asks, looking over at your house and then back to you.

“Yes, ma’am. I just started going back to work. I’m thankful for it though. It gets me out of the house.” You tease as she furrows her eyebrows.

“Hmm..I thought I saw another car in your driveway last night when I was walking my dear Fefe. Must’ve been seeing things. Hahaha,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yes well, I’m pretty tired I’m just going to-“Your words were interrupted by the sound of your front door opening and your husband calling out to you.

“Y/n! You’re home.” He smiles at you before turning his attention to Miss Williamson, his smile then disappears. He and her didn’t like one another. He felt she was way too nosy for his liking. She was like a neighborhood watchdog to him, and he couldn’t stand it.

“Ahh Mr. Anoa’i. Nice to see you on this fine morning. I was just talking with your lovely wife.” She says giving him a fake smile and wave as Miss Fefe begins sniffing around your yard, looking for a spot to piss on.

“Nice to see you too Miss Willy Wonka. Mind getting your mutt off my lawn?” he says, a fake smile now plastered on his face.

You gasp lowly, “Joseph! Don’t say that. Sorry, he didn’t mean that.” You quickly respond as Miss Williamson gasps.

“It’s Williamson to you. I was just talking with Y/n about how I thought I saw another car in her driveway last night. Care to explain?” Miss Williamson says, sticking her nose up at Joe.

“Other than the dementia you have; no I have no explanation other than no one is here besides me.” He says as her and your mouths drop at his comment.

“Joseph!” you say hurrying over to him and clamping your hand over his mouth.

“Why I never! Come on Fefe, let’s go dear. This grass looks artificial anyway.” she says, storming off as her dog hurries behind her.

As you watch her walk away you turn your attention to your husband before you burst into laughter.

“Did you have to say that?” you laugh as he too begins to laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. He shrugs, bending down to capture your lips onto his. He then pulls away, moving aside so you can walk through the entrance.

“What? She’s annoying. One day she’s gonna run her mouth too much and someone might hurt her.” He says as he closes the door behind him, following you upstairs into your master bedroom.

“Well, I’m sure she means no harm. After all, her late husband was a police officer, so maybe she feels it’s her duty to know what’s going on in the neighborhood.” You reply, walking into your bedroom and kicking your shoes off, sighing in relief.

Your husband comes up behind you as you pull your shirt over your head.

“Well, she needs to mind her business. Anyways, enough about her, freshen up so you can eat, okay?” Joe says, removing your bra as he kisses along your neck.

“Boy, uh uh. I smell like ass. Let me wash before you start kissing all over me.” You grin as you bend down to remove your pants, to which your husband lands a hard smack on your butt, earning a yelp from you.

“See you downstairs.” He winks, heading out the door, making sure to close it behind him.

The Next Night

“Girl yes, we’re having a little date night tonight. Girl yes, I got the lingerie on. Red! His favorite color. You know he gone rip this off of me.” You laugh with Vallerie on the phone as you go into your walk-in closet to pull out the dress you were going to wear for your dinner date with your husband who was downstairs, patiently waiting for you.

You check yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself.

You know, since becoming pregnant, you were highly skeptical of what your before and after appearance was going to be. But honestly, you didn’t look too different than when you did before being pregnant. You smile at the little bit of curve that baby weight gave you. Hopefully, tonight will lead to a little bit of intimacy between the sheets because you’ve missed feeling your man inside you. It’s been a while. Of course, he tried to be intimate during your pregnancy, but with hormones and insecurities, you refused to let him touch you in that way. But tonight, you hoped, would be a different story.

You spray on some perfume before heading out the master bedroom door. Your heels click as you make it to the living room to see your husband standing there, looking as sexy as ever.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” You giggle as he turns to look at you, admiring you from head to toe.

“No worries, you look stunning as always.” He smirks, approaching you and pulling you into a kiss.

His hands start to travel down your body, feeling and loving every curve before landing on your butt. You moan softly as he gives it a little squeeze. He must restrain himself as he pulls away from you.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, come on, let’s go enjoy dinner.” He says lowly, planting one last kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

You two make it to your favorite restaurant, a place that you two used to go to when you were back in high school. This place held so many good memories. You walk together through the parking lot and the restaurant doors, immediately being greeted by a waiter.

“Yes, reservations for Anoa’i.” your husband says in his deep voice as the waiter looks through his booklet before smiling and nodding, grabbing two menus.

“Great, just follow me please.” He instructs as he leads you through the restaurant and into a private section of the restaurant.

“Thank you.” You smile as you and Joe take a seat, him pulling your chair out for you like the gentleman he is.

“I know our anniversary isn’t until next week but after hearing how exhausted you sounded on the phone, I wanted to do something special for you.” He smiles momentarily before picking up his menu to skim through it.

“Well after you pampered me all day, I’d say you did a great job. Thank you, Joe. I love this. I need this. Yesterday was a little…..off for me at work.” You say softly, picking up your menu to look through it.

“Care to talk about it?” your husband inquires, momentarily setting his menu down to look at you, giving you his full attention.

“Well…it wasn’t like it was hectic or anything because I only had one patient…. but the one that I had was….a pretty sad case.” You say, shaking your head and leaning against your hand, looking at your husband sitting across from you.

He nods his head in understanding, and he grabs your hands, kissing your knuckles.

“Want to talk more about it? If not, you don’t have to.” He reassures you, giving you a little smile.

That’s one thing about your husband. He was always supportive of your career. Always curious to know more about your job and responsibilities as a nurse. It made your role as a nurse and his partner feel even more important cause he cared enough to know about your day.

“Well, it was a woman. She was badly beaten and dumped behind a dumpster like some trash. You should’ve seen her….she looked like she was hit by a train. It’s so sad. Actually, she’s an old schoolmate of ours. She knows you and I both. She knew we both dated. She knew you used to play football, everything. I don’t remember much about her, but I just knew she looked familiar when I first saw her.” You say as his eyebrows contort into slight confusion.

“She knows me? Hmm…what’s her name?” he says, letting go of your hands and leaning back into his chair to grab his menu again as the waiter approaches your table again with a bottle of your favorite wine. He pours you both a glass.

“Ready to order?” he asks as you both nod your heads.

Once ordering your food, the waiter walks away, and you and Joe resume your conversation, sipping your wine.

“Her name was Kade. Sound familiar?” you ask as your husband stops drinking his wine, his expression almost unreadable.

He places his glass of wine down on the table before tilting his head at you, “Kade?” he questions as you nod your head before shrugging.

“Yes. Like I said, I don’t remember much about her, but she knew a lot about us. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the ‘it couple’ in school.” You giggle as the momentary glint of alarm etches across your husband’s face and goes unnoticed by you.

It’s silent for a moment as you both sip on your wine, listening to the live orchestral band playing not too far from your table. It was a calming atmosphere. However, you couldn’t help but notice your husband shifting around in his seat.

“Babe? You okay?” you ask as he has zoned out.

“Oh sorry. Haha Just thinking. So anyway, tell me more about work. Was this Kade woman difficult to deal with?” he asks to resume drinking his wine.

You shrug, “No, not really difficult. Just…..shutting herself down once I asked about her love life. Which I probably shouldn’t have done because it’s none of my business, but I just wanted her to not be so timid with me. You know?”

“Yes, I understand. So, what did she say?” he asks just as your dinner arrives at the table.

You both say a quick prayer over your food before digging into it, your tastebuds immediately savoring the delicious steak and potatoes. You halt eating before you resume your conversation.

“Well…..she told me she was not married, but she had a daughter. And-“ Joe immediately cuts you off as he begins to choke on his food. You were about to get up to pat his back but he gently declined your help.

“A daughter?! I mean……a daughter?” he says, regaining his composure.

“Yes……..a three-year-old, but sadly her daughter was taken from her. Then she said something about running away from the father. I don’t know. She didn’t say more.” You say, going back to eating your food.

It’s silent for a moment as you two enjoy your food before he clears his throat.

“Well….I can’t say much other than you’re a special nurse for caring for her in such a horrible time in her life.” Joe says as you give him a small smile.

“I hope so…..but anyways enough about work and more about us.” You say as your husband nods in agreement, glad you were dropping the topic to something heartier.

After a wonderful dinner with your husband, you both laugh as you walk through the parking lot and into your car. Not long, you’ve both made your way home. He parks the car in the driveway as it’s now dark and the moon is glistening beautifully in the sky. The mood was currently set as you couldn’t keep your hands off of Joe the entire ride home.

You couldn’t help but touch and grope his manhood as he grew hard underneath your fingertips. You had to keep your legs clamped shut to keep from touching yourself knowing you couldn’t satisfy yourself like your man could. But here you are, having been patient but now you were in full-blown heated mode wanting nothing more than for your husband to take you in the house, rip your dress off, and fuck you into the sheets until you were crying from pleasure.

“Let’s get in this fucking house, now,” Joe says impatiently as his dick grew heavy and hard, as he wanted nothing more than to stick his dick deep within your walls. His mind was clouded with all the nasty things he was about to do to you, and he couldn’t wait.

You both hurriedly get out of the car and slam the doors shut, hopefully not waking up the neighbors with your eagerness. Your husband almost trips on the pavement as he’s already unbuttoning his pants. You giggle as you both walk down the walkway before you stop dead in your tracks, Joe accidentally bumping into you.

“What? What’s wrong baby?” he asks, confused as to why you stopped walking.

You say nothing as you point at a familiar poodle that was sitting comfortably on your front porch, but when she notices you, she eagerly gets to her feet, barking softly at you, and wagging her tail.

“Fefe? What are you doing here girl? Shouldn’t you be home?” you say as she barks before descending the steps and stopping next to your feet.

She barks softly, making circles around your feet before she sits down in front of you, licking your leg.

“The hell….that woman needs to keep her dog in the house instead of on other people’s property. Shoo. Go home, mutt.” Your husband says, shaking his head at the dog.

“Shh..don’t be mean. Isn’t that right girl? Maybe she got lo-“ you say as you bend down to pet her but you notice something red smeared on your leg from where she licked you.

You look at your leg before looking closely at her mouth and teeth. She had a slight red tint to the fur surrounding her mouth.

“Here….open your mouth Fefe….” You say as she obeys, licking your hand and the red substance smears onto your hand again.

“What the hell did you get into girl?” you ask as she whines, rubbing her head against you.

“Awww maybe I should walk you home. This is so unusual though. Miss Williamson never lets you out of her sight.” You say as you stand back to your feet, petting the poodle on top of her head.

“Babe. She’ll find her way back home. Let’s just go inside and finish what we were starting because this can’t wait any longer.” Joe says, pointing impatiently at his prominent boner in his dress pants.

“But I-“ he cuts you off, kissing you deeply.

“She’ll be fine. Now come on.” He says kissing along your neck as you’re overcome with desire again.

“Maybe you’re right. Come on. Go home Fefe.” You say as your husband throws you over his shoulder, gently shoving the dog aside as you both hurry inside your home.

Fefe whines again, staring up at your front door as it slams shut before deciding to go back home to her owner who was lying in a pool of blood in her basement.

What do you guy think happened to Miss Williamson? What's Joe hiding from Y/n? Will she ever find out the truth about the man she married? Stay tuned..........

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe smut #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns x black reader #romanreigns

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nctyena · 1 year

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A Compilation Of Fans' Favorite Moments YenaxMembers #2

YenaxJohnny

Piggyback Moments

Now it's not just one moment but a compilation of multiple ones. Specially at concerts, Johnny has a rituel of carrying Yena around. It started first at an SMTown Concert. Even though it almost caused an accident, they kept doing it for the goodbye ceremony.

AND even one time she insisted to carry him around. Johnny was laughing uncontrolably and she caught him off guard. Lifted him almost for a second but they both fell on the ground.

It was enough for her to not try this ever again.

NCT World 2.0

In the part where they were doing individual missions one by one, which Yena's was throwing a basketball while skating, Johnny was the sweetest.

When she opened her box and saw a skateboard and a basketball, he gasped dramaticly.

"She will show her cool side!"

His seat wasn't even that close to her but the second she was getting ready, he was there. He helped her with the protection items and made sure that they were in place.

"Don't hurt yourself."

"I can play basketball and skate but I've never tried doing them together. Oppa, what should I do?" She said playfully.

"Ah, if you fall I'm gonna fight with them."

Vlive

The one live where Johnny reacted to a few fan made videos on youtube, after Doyoung left the room she entered.

"You still on?"

"Yes."

"I bought some snacks."

"I'm gonna come in ten minutes."

"But I'm gonna leave soon, want to spend time with you."

According to her voice she was pouting.

"Everyone, she is acting cute right now. I can't say no."

YenaxYuta

🕗 YUTA : 7-8PM | NCT 24hr RELAY CAM

Yuta was drawing for his video and she kept bothering him throughout the video.

Bowing down to appear on the camera. Making weird hand signs. Messing his hair. Munching food loudly behind the camera.

Yuta was unfazed all the time and focused on his art. Until she started to praise him.

"Wow! Oppa are you Picasso?"

He hid his smile trying not to give her attention.

"Draw my dogs next. I'll pay you."

"Marvel, call him. Look at his drawing."

"Idol? Are you an idol? You seem like an artist."

At end he was grinning ear to ear.

NCT 127 BKLYN BOYS

Yuta was sick and he was sometimes down when shooting the series. It could be seen at the back, while they were prepearing food, she was taking care of him. Checking up on him time to time. Giving him extra attention and being clingy all the time.

NCT127 Tokyo Concert 2022

Yuta always gets emotional when he performs in Japan. But the reason he got more emotional and shared a few tears was Yena this time. She made a speech and at the end of it she mentioned Yuta.

"...And I also want to say that I'm so thanksful for Yuta. He always gives me great advice, not only about performing but he also helps me with my dilemmas. I grew up so much as a human and he was always there for me no matter what. I only hope that I can do the same for him. Yuta, I promise I'll visit your hometown when we get older. I love you."

She cried at the end and he consoled her, patting her head while hugging her, even though he was also crying.

#nct female member #nct addition #nct 24th member #nct added member #nct female addition #nct female oc #nct yena #nct 127 10th member #kpop female addition #kpop female member #kpop female oc #kpop oc #kpop addition

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make-a-little-mischief · 1 year

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Jerry on The Soupy Sales Show as dialogued by me:

SS: "Oh hey, Jer. Whatcha got there?"

J: "Oh well it's my cage and there's somethin' - or I should say someone very special inside..."

J: "It's my dead pet fish, Albert. I thought I'd bring him out to say hello to all you nice people. He's not much for conversation, and he doesn't have much of a personality...or a pulse...but he's a real swell fish."

SS: "Gee Jer, that sure is fascinating..."

J: "You really like him? I was a little noivous about bringing him out here. A lot of the time people aren't too fond of Albert, what with him being a dead fish and all."

SS: "Why sure! We loved Albert! I think the fact that people aren't friendly to him is a shame - it stinks almost as much as Albert does!"

*boisterous Jerry laugh* "HAHAHAHA! Stinks! That's a good one!"

SS: "Well, say Jer! Before you go we'd like to give you the traditional Soupy Sales Show farewell!"

J: "Ohhh-ho-hooo...is that right?"

SS: "Haha! Yes! That fella over yonder's gonna show ya how we do a goodbye here. He's sorta funny lookin ain't he?"

J: "Alright! I'm ready! From myself and my dead pet fish Albert - FARE THEE WEEEELLLL!!!"

SPLAT

J: "Oh...my...so that's the Soupy Sales Show special goodbye...just for me...well...don't I just feel like the belle of the ball."

SS (off camera): "Jer? Ya alright there?"

J: "Oh yeah. I just need a moment...that was such a goodbye, I've never been goodbyed like that in my life, have you ever seen such a goodbye? I mean me either cus I got stuff in my eye but WOW! Yeah, good-BYE! Knocked my coat right off me too! That guy's got some arm, he should play with the Mets!"

Person off camera: "Hey Jer! That was a real riot!"

J: "Whaa?? I can't quite hear ya I got goodbye in my ears!"

Person: "I say, THAT WAS A REAL RIOT!!"

J: "The bus has a flat tire?! That's too bad, guess you'll be late for mahjong..."

Person: "No-"

J: "Oh! The hat made me look like a pilot? I ain't wearin' a hat..."

Person: "No! Jer-"

J: "Oh wait I hear ya! You're sayin' your dad bought a teal parrot! Like a new pet? Well god bless him, we'll have to set up a play date with Albert..."

Person: *inconsolable laughter and face palming*

J: "Ohhhh" *Jerry giggle* "You want I should be quiet?"

J: "Hey you got a big growth on your face, looks kinda like a camera, you might wanna get that looked at..."

Person: "It is a camera Jer! Smile!"

J: "I dunno...I'm in the middle of reading Albert his bedtime story and it just got to a serious part..."

Person: "Well what if we got someone else in the picture too?"

J: "Ohhh? Who's this someone else?"

Person: "Okay that's closer to a smile but not quite what we were going for..."

SS: "This is what you called me over here for? Jer, what is it? Are you upset about the goodbye?! Can you believe this crazy little fella?"

J: *dog noises*

Person: "Down boy! Let the tie go! Okay this isn't working let's get someone else..."

Person: "Much better! That's a real nice smile Jer!"

J: "Ya don't say? You really like my smile? I thought you just wanted to bug me while I was readin' to Albert but you like me you like me! That's sweet of ya!"

Person: "We're all kinda sweet on you Jer! We don't just like you, we LOVE you buddy! Hey, why don't we try another with Soupy now..."

Person (and all of us who love Jer and his smile): "Poifect."

❤️

#jerry lewis #soupy sales #the soupy sales show #mary captions jerry #i love doing these #and i love you jerbear

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 9 months

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Would Rift like to go on a hike with me and my dog? 👉👈

-🍨

Yes, of course, I'm sure he'd love to go on a hike with you and your dog, ice cream anon 🥺 Be prepared! He gets excited and distracted easily, so you may need a second leash 😉 This got a little longer than expected, but I hope you like it!

*Rift's eyes light up*

Rift: A hike? Like a hike, hike? Through the woods hike?? Up a mountain hike???

*You nod your head*

Rift: Yes, absolutely! Let's go!

*Rift starts walking away towards the door, and you stop him*

*You explain that you can't just "leave" for a hike without any preparation*

Rift: Oh...

*Rift thinks for a moment*

Rift: So, what do we need?

*You explain some key components: a backpack, water, snacks, bandaids, etc.*

*Rift scratches his chin*

Rift: Snacks, huh? I can have Drip make us some sandwiches.

*You smile and say that'll be perfect*

Rift: I know Chance has some bandaids we can stea- borrow. Gloss has a bag of trail mix stashed somewhere for more snackage. You know, the kind with candy in it? I can grab the extra canteens from Tungsts room, and I know Brett has a sweet backpack.

*You raise your eyebrow and ask if it's okay for him to "borrow" all of these things from his brothers*

*Rift waves his hand dismissively*

Rift: Nah, I borrow their stuff all the time! They won't miss it.

*You shrug your shoulders and say okay*

*Rift asks Drip to make the two of you some sandwiches, and he obliges*

*Drip also packs the two of you some other snacks, because he knows the sandwiches will not be enough*

*Rift then grabs all the things he mentioned before and stuffs it all in the bag he "borrowed" from Brett*

Rift: Are we ready now?

*You shake your head and mention one more thing, you're dog*

*Rift's eyes grow wide, and his mouth opens at the cute animal in front of him. He bends down to give it some soft pets*

Rift: It's adorable! Is it coming with us?

*You nod your head*

Rift: This is going to be so much fun! Let's go!

*Rift waves goodbye to Drip, and Drip tells you both to be safe*

*You bring him to the start of the path at the base of the small mountain and tell him that you have to follow the markers for the trail or you could get lost*

*Rift nods his head in acknowledgement*

*You then explain that when you reach a certain point, you'll have to turn around to go back before it gets too dark*

*Rift nods his head again, eager to start*

*You head up the trail and point out all sorts of things along the way*

*Rift notices something move and walks off the trail towards it*

Rift: What's this?

*You laugh and say it's a frog*

Rift: A frog?

*You get a little closer to it and it hops*

Rift: DID YOU SEE THAT

*You giggle*

*The frog starts hopping away*

Rift: Hey, wait! Come back!

*Rift starts chasing after the hopping frog*

*You try to get him to come back so you don't stray too far from the trail, but he really wants that frog*

*Rift calls back to you*

Rift: Don't worry! I won't get lost!

< later that evening >

Tungst: Has anyone seen Rift?

*Brett, Gloss, and Chance shrug their shoulders*

Chance: Does anyone know where that box of bandaids went? I swear it was here this morning.

*Tungst, Brett, and Gloss shrug their shoulders*

Gloss: Alright, which one of you took my trail mix? I was saving that for a special occasion.

*Tungst, Brett, and Chance shrug their shoulders*

Brett: How many times do I have to tell you kriffing idiots to stop touching my stuff?!

*Tungst, Gloss, and Chance exchange startled glances*

Brett: WHO THE KRIFF TOOK MY BAG

*Tungst, Gloss, and Chance shake their heads*

Brett: Well, it didn't grow legs and walk away.

Tungst: Well, that's odd... All of our canteens are missing.

*Tungst narrows his eyes and wonders what's really going on with all of their missing stuff*

*Drip walks in with dinner*

Drip: Ready to eat?

Brett: IT WAS YOU

*Drip is taken aback and confused as he sets the food down*

Drip: What was me?!

Brett: Where's all our stuff?

*Drip is even more confused*

Drip: I don't know...

Brett: Don't lie to me.

Drip: Why would I lie to you?

*Brett narrows his eyes*

Brett: I know it was you, you little kriffing–

*Tungst interjects while waving his hands*

Tungst: Woah, woah, woah, hold on a minute. I think we're forgetting that there's still another member of this squad that's not accounted for. So before we make accusations, we should–

*The door bursts open, and you, your dog, and Rift stumble in covered in mud, leaves, and bandaids, with Brett's backpack slung lazily over his shoulder as the water canteens clink into each other*

*There's a collective sigh from the group*

Tungst, Brett, Drip, Gloss, Chance: Rift...

*Rift smiles brightly and opens his hand*

Rift: I got a frog!

#tbbb converses #oc: rift #oc: tungst #oc: brett #oc: drip #oc: gloss #oc: chance #phoenix squad #clone oc

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fractionallyeclectic · 1 year

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Chikara's Birthday Eve Eve

Haikyuu, Ennotana, future/timeskip fic, established relationship, birthday countdown

Tanaka spends days celebrating Chikara's birthday, despite his initial protest.

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There was something in the air.

Excitement. Anticipation.

... Or possibly dread.

Chikara looked at Toshiko, one of the physical therapy assistants, who had been pecking away on her phone for the last 30 minutes.

The phone itself wasn't an issue. They were minutes from closing, all the patients had gone, and Chikara was finishing up his paperwork.

It was the way Toshiko tapped anxiously at the screen, sighing, mumbling, and occasionally groaning as if in pain.

"Is everything okay?" Chikara finally asked as he saved and closed the last file.

Toshiko looked up, her brow furrowed. She sighed again.

"I planned a Christmas Eve date for Mina and I." She chewed on her lip. "I really hope she likes it."

"Why wouldn't she like it?"

"We're not going to the restaurant Mina originally wanted to go to," Toshiko said. "I couldn't get a reservation. But this one has great food and it's closer to the lights display we're going to after. We won't have to walk as far."

Chikara grabbed his bag. "That sounds good?"

Toshiko stood, also gathering her things. She fumbled with her phone as she put on her coat.

"But the first restaurant has a special Christmas Eve menu and Mina really wanted to go."

"If she really likes you," Chikara offered, "then she'll like the date because you planned it."

Toshiko looked doubtful. Chikara guided his distracted coworker out of the office and closed the door.

"Making the effort shows a lot of care on its own."

Toshiko considered Chikara's opinion. She nodded after a moment, releasing her chewed lip.

"I just hope she likes it," she said in a rush. "This is our first Christmas Eve together. You're lucky you're married, Chikara-san."

Chikara looked up from locking the door. He didn't understand where she was going with her train of thought.

"You don't have to worry about romance."

"I don't?"

"Not in the same way! You're married," Toshiko said, stressing the word. "The pressure is already off." She smiled and drove the conversation forward before Chikara could question her logic. "Do you and Tanaka-san have Christmas Eve plans?"

Chikara shook his head.

"No, we don't really do anything on Christmas Eve."

"At all?"

Chikara checked the lock before putting the office keys into his bag.

"No," he said simply. "It doesn't seem necessary."

"Because you're married," Toshiko said with a nod.

Chikara decided to let her flawed hypothesis slide because she seemed much more relaxed than before. Toshiko checked her phone for the 300th time and hurried off towards the bus stop.

"Goodbye, Chikara-san! See you tomorrow!"

"Have a nice time!"

Toshiko waved as she ran, eventually disappearing into the movement of people on the street.

Chikara sent Tanaka a quick message to say he was on his way, the reply quick, warming him against the cold.

'Dinner's ready! Can't wait!!'

Chikara smiled. He did like being married.

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"I'm back!"

Their dog Airi was waiting to greet Chikara at the door, wiggling and pacing with excitement as he took off his shoes. She poked her nose into the bag he carried to inspect it. His arrival received no other response, suggesting that Tanaka was somewhere out of earshot.

Airi followed at his feet as Chikara made his way inside.

The bag he carried went in the fridge. He peeked into the pot on the stove, the delicious smell of oden blooming in the kitchen.

Chikara put away his things and changed his clothes before stopping at the dining table.

A gift sat at his seat, the tag bearing only a large number two.

It was true that he and Tanaka usually didn't do anything special to mark Christmas Eve. It was so close to Chikara's birthday that an additional day of celebration didn't seem practical.

Instead, Tanaka spent days celebrating Chikara's birthday, despite his initial protest.

It was difficult to stop Tanaka once he had a plan. He had a history of going overboard for birthdays but his discovery of advent calendars pushed everything to a whole other level.

Chikara considered it a success when he forced Tanaka to downsize from the idea of 25 gifts.

The number of gifts would vary from year to year, never exceeding the maximum of 7 they had agreed on. They ranged from practical to silly, useful to absurd, and Chikara would be lying if he said he didn't adore every single one.

Tanaka seemed to love preparing the gifts which gave Chikara permission to indulge in a little extra attention, if only once a year.

As if summoned, Tanaka pushed through the sliding door, coming in from the terrace with an armful of linens as Chikara touched the gift.

"Chikara!" he said loudly, dropping the laundry on the couch. He rushed over to surround Chikara in a hug. "Welcome back!"

Chikara smiled. "Dinner smells wonderful."

Tanaka beamed at the compliment. He wasn't the best cook but he could do anything that required only boiling.

Tanaka picked up the gift, pressing it into Chikara's hands. "Open it!"

Chikara weighed the small package wrapped in paper. He was curious. There was never any rhyme or reason to the assortment of gifts in the countdown.

Among the gifts this year, he had received pens for work, a gift card to his favorite okonomiyake restaurant, and a novelty shirt that came with a corresponding one for Tanaka to wear. ("It's my birthday" and "I'm his gift”.)

The package could contain truly anything which was part of the fun.

Chikara unwrapped the gift to reveal a picture frame containing two pictures floating in a clear matte.

The pictures were similar but different. They were taken together. The colors were beginning to fade.

They were of he and Tanaka in high school, posing in a photo booth.

"Do you remember this?" Tanaka asked. "I think this was our second date. Saeko found them while she was cleaning out my room."

Chikara nodded. He remembered.

"Look at how young and cute we were," he said after a moment.

Tanaka kissed his cheek.

"You're still cute, Chikara."

Tanaka went off to the kitchen with Airi trailing behind him, leaving Chikara holding the picture frame in his hands. He could hear the sounds of Tanaka gathering things to set the table.

Chikara moved to the bookshelf, seeking a place to put his gift. He rearranged a few things and set the picture frame down among others.

He looked fondly at the pictures. He was sure there was a copy of them pressed between the pages of a book at his mom's house.

He could see the nervousness in their smiles, pressed together in the small space of the photo booth. He couldn’t remember every detail of that day but he remembered how he felt, the anxious excitement of knowing that his feelings were shared even if they were still figuring out how to express them. His gaze moved to their other pictures, to trips and dates, to their wedding, to bringing Airi home for the first time. He could see how they grew together, the nervousness gone, affection, trust, and love taking root in its place.

Chikara considered that maybe Toshiko had made a good point.

Maybe they didn't approach romance the same way.

Romance wasn't about excitement for Chikara any more. He still liked dates and trendy restaurants but it wasn't what made him feel most loved.

For Chikara, romance was reliability.

It was having a partner, not just in love, but in life. It was having someone to share things with, both good and bad. It was having someone he could count on to take care of Airi, to remind him about his umbrella when it rained, to pick up medicine when he was sick.

Someone who made him laugh. Someone who cheered him on.

Someone who still thought he was cute.

Chikara turned from his thoughts to the kitchen when he heard Tanaka shout.

"You bought a Christmas cake?" Tanaka said, carrying bowls and utensils to the table.

Chikara reached out to help him. "It is Christmas Eve."

"You mean Chikara's Birthday Eve Eve."

Chikara shook his head but couldn't stop his laugh. He set the table as Tanaka returned with the pot of oden. When the pot was safely down on the table, Chikara pulled Tanaka into an embrace.

"Thank you for making dinner," he said, kissing Tanaka lightly. He felt Tanaka's hands, still covered with oven mitts, firm against his back. "Thank you for feeding Airi."

Tanaka grinned, crowding Chikara in his arms, eager for more kisses. "Thank you for buying us a Christmas cake."

Chikara hurried to get his words out. It was important to him that Tanaka knew how he felt.

"Thank you for my gift, Ryuu."

Tanaka's expression softened, his smile home to more emotions than even Chikara could count.

"You're still cute too," Chikara added.

Tanaka laughed, bright and loud. Chikara did too, even as Tanaka brought an oven mitt-covered hand to the back of his head. Their laughter faded in favor of a kiss, long and slow, deep and teasing, filled with promise.

Excitement. Anticipation.

And possibly romance.

"You still have two more days of gifts," Tanaka reminded him. He grinned, holding Chikara close. "Wait until you see tomorrow's present."

Chikara smiled. He did love being married.

"I can't wait."

#ennotana #tanaenno

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fletchfeathers · 6 months

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sorry to be a bummer on everyone's favourite holiday but like. i realise i haven't really like ... talked all that much about losing my dog and trying to vacuum seal all my grief about it in order to Get Through the Day is drilling a hole in my brain, so i'm just going to try and purge some thoughts about it here bc writing it is easier than talking it

obvs don't read if discussion of Pet Death is going to bum you out

so it's been a few weeks, now, and it still feels like a fucking knife to the chest to talk about it.

blake was the first pet i had Sole Responsibility for, for one, and i know i wasn't a perfect dog owner. i learned a lot through trial-by-fire, and i am genuinely very lucky that blake was such a laid-back dog because a more highly-strung one probably would've had a rougher time.

but god, i loved that dog. my entire life was shaped around him, especially as he got older. he was stinky and grumbly and loved nothing more than to get in the way at all times, and he was my anchor, my rock, my best friend. he was, more often than not, the one thing that kept me from spiralling when things got really bad, because taking care of him gave me something to focus on, to just get me through the worst days until things got easier again.

he went quicker than i expected him to. i thought i'd have more time; i at least hoped he'd make it to his twelfth birthday, on the 24th, even if i was fairly sure it was going to be the last birthday he had. almost especially because it'd be the last birthday he had, so i could make it special, give him - well, me, honestly - a day of just being showered with love and affection.

i guess i always thought i'd have that opportunity to give him that idealistic last day that people always seem to get with elderly dogs, where i could give him any food he wanted and go for a nice long walk and take my time saying goodbye on my own terms ahead of the inevitable.

but, as it was, it happened just ... slowly, and then all at once. he went from Fine, if a little slow in his old age, to not eating, and then not being able to stand up, in the space of just a few days.

and, i mean, i knew. i didn't want to face it, right away, but i knew it was the end. i just hated that i was helpless in the face of it, that there would be no Last Perfect Day with him.

thankfully, i had dany with me to do a lot of the emotional (and literal, since he needed carrying to the car) heavy lifting - i genuinely don't know if i would've coped without them. having them there really, really helped and i am so fucking grateful for them.

but when we got to the emergency vet, and they took blake immediately through even though over the phone they told us there'd probably be a wait, i knew he wasn't coming home with us.

honestly, though, if nothing else, i'm glad i had the opportunity to sit with him at the end, to pet his big soft head and tell him i loved him. he was so still and so quiet, while we waited for the injection to be ready, and after the injection there was just ... a soft sigh, and he was gone. peaceful, quick, effortless. and i'm glad it was quick, and he wasn't scared, and that he wasn't alone.

but god, i miss him so much. i still keep thinking i can hear him getting comfy on the sofa, or wandering around in the kitchen, or grumbling to be let out. my body clock hasn't quite adjusted to not needing to get up at 8 to give him breakfast, and i still instinctively go downstairs to check on him before i go to bed, and i still haven't quite gotten used to not having him come meet me at the door when i come home.

i miss his sweet face and waggy tail and i miss him pawing at me for pets and i miss sharing mcdonalds nuggets with him and i miss his lil excited tippy-taps at dinner time and i miss going for walks with him and i miss how he Always fell for a fake toy throw. i miss just having him to talk to and sing stupid songs at and keeping me company while i'm working. i miss how he wasn't cuddly, exactly, but if he knew i was sad he'd come and sit beside me and just put his big head in my lap and sigh like he'd had a long day at the office, and it always helped. there's such a huge void where he should be and it's only made bigger by the fact that i'm on my own here, and it feels so much fucking lonelier now.

and like ... i know in the end he was just a dog. but he was my dog, and he was so good, and the world is a little darker without him.

i don't really know how to close this out but it feels better just to have some of this Out, so i guess it served its purpose, but just. yeah. it's been really hard. and i know it won't be hard Forever, but right now it is, and i'm just ... figuring out what to do with that, i guess. blegghghgh.

#personal #cw animal death

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lyaenidae · 3 months

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Saying goodbye to your best friend

Soon, it was time for Miki's old boss, Amber's real owner, to come back into town. And everyone thought it was just the right time for Amber to go back to live with her at the townhouse, especially as Miki was getting dangerously close to her due-date.

But that didn't mean it made it easy. That morning, Miki got up really early, woken up by the baby moving around a bit too much. And she spent the whole morning hanging out with the dog that had became such a bit part of her life... When her old boss came knocking, later that day, Amber seemed so happy to see her, it softened the pain for Miki and Kenta.

They welcomed her in and she thanked them profusely for everything they had done for her, as well as Amber.

After loads of catching up, but still too soon, it was time to say goodbye. Miki gave Amber all of the love she could, sure that she'd bee seeing her soon, but still very sad to have to part.

And then, without missing a beat, Amber headed straight for Kenta.

He had started loving her the same way Miki did, as his own dog, but he didn't realise she had also bonded with him enough to want him to give him pets and hugs before leaving their house. He gave them the special smooches she loved, holding his tears back.

When Amber left with her owner, the house was the same as it had always been, and yet it felt quite empty to them.

"Don't you think we'll feel lonely without her ?" "I'm sure we will. We'll miss her. But soon we'll have a little baby crawling around, so I'm sure the house will feel crazy enough without Amber around. Although we need to have her over as often as possible !" "Yeah... I'm a bit worried about this baby. How do we know we'll do a good job ? Plus, there have been tons of seismic phenomenon lately here..."

"Come here" he said, folding his arms around her. "Tons of people have grown up here, with those tremors and earthquakes, I'm sure our children will be fine with it ! And I don't even know how you can think we might do a bad job, considering everything we do as a team always succeeds." "Mmh..." she said, seemingly not convinced. "Trust me, I'll prove it to you. It might take years, but we'll both be so proud and happy, I can feel it." "Well I'm glad you feel this way, because I feel like I could burst any second now !"

"And I can't wait to meet this sweet little baby that we'll grow together." - It's a good thing they were ready for it, because Miki went into labour that very night. -

#takaofamily #sims4 #sims4gameplay #vanillagameplay #kentatakao #vanilla #gen2 #mikiakiyama #sansequoia #babyiscoming!!!

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xantiaaaa · 2 years

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Chapter 4 “soar”:

Following the night before I was able to get up with no problem despite going out and doing some light drinking. I was dressed and making my way downstairs with my backpack heading to the kitchen where I was greeted by the sight of my older brother who was sitting at the island eating his breakfast.

"Morning loser" I walked passed him to the pantry and he gave me a look saying who am I to call him a loser. "You should be the last person to call me that" I laughed as I turned around with a banana and granola in hand and a protein shake choosing to stand and place my bag on the side of the counter and begin eating my breakfast, I looked at my watch and saw I was a bit behind schedule but that would only add towards a dramatic entrance and I mean come on who doesn't like making people just a tad bit pissed off.

"So where are you off to today lie lie" he swallowed the reaming of his juice "going down to the base to do debriefing and some flying to see how everyone works" he looked at me and asked "are you giving the debriefing?" I nodded "given I'm a Lieutenant (2) I'm close to getting my promotion for captain then the rest of them, so they want to see how I work and eventually I'll be given a new rank" I smiled at myself knowing how badly I wanted that to happen Peter smiled as well feeling proud of his little sister and how far she came. Knowing that despite all the crap they went through as kids he was glad he was able to push her to be her absolute best in everything. Looking down at her watch Olivia realized she was now even more behind so she chugged her protein shake and tossed her mess away and hugged her brother goodbye and left a note for her grandparents and headed out the door.

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*switching Pov AGAIN lol*

Pulling up 20 minutes later, Olivia parked her car in an open spot and grabbed her bag and headed towards the locker room, there she went to her locker and placed her bag and grabbed her flying suit out of it and put it on, she put the rest of her belongings inside and only grabbing her dog tags, Aviators, and workbook. Walking down the hallways Olivia took in the scenery where she saw multiple pictures of former topgun classes, spotting the one where her Grampa was in she smiled and walked over to where the first debriefing was taking place in a hanger, she let an assistant know she was there so when they were ready for her they'd call her. She could here from afar a lady shout.

"ATTENTION ON DECK" everyone rose from their seats and in coming walking in Admiral. Beau "CYCLONE" Simpson and Rear Admiral Solomon "Warlock" abates. Rear Admiral "warlock" began the briefing.

"Morning, welcome to your special training detachment" he let everyone sit down and he began once again. "I'm Admiral Bates neautic Commander, you're all topgun graduates... the elite... the best of the best" Absolutely everyone in the room had smirks on their faces knowing that it was correct but it quickly faded "That was yesterday...the enemy's new generation fighter has leveled the field, details are few but you can be sure we no longer posses the technological advantage" Olivia shook her head knowing how true that was and how they needed to work harder than they already did.

"Success now more than ever, comes down to the man or women in the box" Olivia saw the little interaction Hangman and Phoenix had and man was she smiling after Phoenix gave him the bird.

"Half of you will make the cut, one of you will be named mission leader, the other half will remain in reserve" Then there was an exchange between Hangman and Rooster who were clearly battling for that title.

"Your instructors are TopGun Graduates with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master" Olivia saw Mav come up next to Olivia nodding and she nodded back he would be introduced and soon after introducing her.

"His exploits are legendary...and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this programs ever produced" from afar Olivia observed how the gust reactions were to resizing the man they tossed out of the bar last night was one of their instructors.

"What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death, i give Captain Peter Mitchell call sign "MAVERICK" Mab made his way to the place where Admiral "Warclock" had once been he gets up and smiles at everyone "Good morning" everyone's nodded their head without speaking, one person who looked away was Rooster, God how she wished she didn't know the reason behind it. He proceeded soaking on the manual and eveyone agreed when he said they should know it front and back, when he tossed it in the trash it caused everyone to tense up and the Admirals only knew this was bound to happen.. Olivia stood with a smirk.

"But what the enemy doesn't know... is your limits, I intend to find them, test them... push beyond, today we'll start with what you only think you know with the help of Lieutenant Olivia Kazanksy... call sigh ACE" Olivia walked over book in hand and placed it on the podium nodding at Maverick she began to speak.

"Morning, many of you in this room know me whether it be personally or because you know of my last name" She scanned the room looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"I like you am a Lieutenant slight difference is I'm ahead one class from you all, in this assignment I like Captain Mitchell will also be training you and pushing you beyond your capabilities... trust that I will not be lenient with ANY of you" Hangman smirked knowing she was a complete badass and so did Phoenix.

"Show us what you're made of" With the everyone was dismissed and the Admirals walked up to her and she greeted them as she was supposed to.

"Very excited to see you at your best ACE" Warlock smiled as he said that to her and for her that meant the world. As for Cyclone he was grumpy per usual "Let's hope you don't wash yourself out" With that he walked off and Warlock gave her a tight lip smiled and they were off to their planes when walking on the tarmac Olivia noticed Maverick and Rooster talking she knew that couldn't mean anything good she noticed how most were staring and she immediately went up to them and stood in the middle a bit to the side of them.

"Let's not do this here... whatever you both want to settle do it in PRIVATE not with an audience" She looked at either of them maverick nodded knowing she was right Bradley looked at her with a glare.

"You both gonna wash me out?" Olivia raised her eyebrows at him, did he really think they'd do that to him on purpose?

"That'll be up to you" she looked down and said

"You really think we'd to that purposely?" He fixed a strap on his helmet and said briefly "We all know what you're capable of" with that he walked away leaving her in awe, he most certainly held a grudge against her, Maverick placed a hand on her shoulder. "He's just Angry if anything it should only be towards me, you don't deserve this Lie" He gave you a small smile and walked over to his plane Olivia going shortly after, she was pissed and needed this time in the air to get rid of it all.. she was going to soar like never before.

AHHH OKAY I LITERALLY CANT THANK YALL FOR THE SUPPORT THIS HAS RECEIVED THANK YOU THANK YOU LOVE YOU ALL

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2022animalfarmg2 · 2 years

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The Resurgence of Snowball

Synopsis: As we know, the now again Manor Farm is controlled by the pigs, who have a strong alliance with the humans. The conditions of life in the farm have worsened and the animals are even hungrier and more tired. What would happen if, in the middle of this misery, an old savior rose from the ashes? What if Snowball came back, with the help of other animals from outside the farm, ready to give the animals freedom once and for all? Find out by reading the following fanfiction!

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It was fall. All the leaves were the color of gold. Ironic, since gold could save all the animals. A leaf fell from a tree in the grave of the sheep who had died in the Battle of Cowshed. Benjamin was there. He liked visiting the grave, to remember a time where the animal's lives actually mattered. "I could have done something. I knew something was wrong when Napoleon started to kill other animals. I was one of the only animals who knew something was wrong and I was too much of a coward to do anything. I'm sorry". As he watched the sun set behind the grave, his legs started trembling and he slowly fell to the ground. He had no more energy and was very hungry. The poor donkey died, full of hunger, full of guilt. "Don't worry, Benjamin. I will get you justice". Soon, what happened to the donkey would happen to every animal in Manor Farm.

News about Benjamin's death spread fast, but no animal cared, as they were now used to others dying. Few known animals were alive: Napoleon, or Mr. Napoleon as he told the animals to call him that and Squealer. They were living the best life, eating the best food, drinking the best bottles of scotch they had and not caring about what was happening to the rest. They only came out of the house if the commandments had to be changed or if they needed to execute another animal. Both of these things were now done in public, to distance the other animals even more from the pigs. Today, only Napoleon came out of the house. He was surrounded by angry dogs who would attack any animal who came close. "Animals of Manor Farm, today I have come to announce the death of a dear friend. My partner's life has come to an end. Squealer was…". Napoleon kept talking and talking about the life of Squealer, but the end of his speech was what really mattered. "Tomorrow at dawn will be the funeral. If any animal does not show up, their rations will be cut".

It was a full moon. Napoleon was already tucked away in the house, now without Squealer. As usual, the dogs guarded the door of the house, growling lightly to scare off any animals who dared to try anything. During the night, there was more activity than usual. Most animals thought someone was setting everything up for the funeral, but some animals knew that something was up. Nevertheless, the animals went to sleep like every night.

It was now dawn. The animals were going to the place designated for the service. For as long as the animals could remember, Napoleon would always walk with the dogs, always looking ruthless, but today, he was alone. The animals could almost feel sympathy toward him. He had lost the only one who was loyal to him since the beginning of the revolution.

As Napoleon went to give his speech, the animals all settled down to hear what he had to say. "Good morning, comrades. Today we are joined here today to say goodbye to someone who was very special to me. Squealer had been with me since the beginning of the revolution. As the years went by, we only grew closer. He was my best friend and our comrade. Beyond that, he was a symbol of the revolution and a crucial part to help us take over this farm. In honor of him, I would like to bring back an old tradition." An old sheep started singing "Beasts of England". Every animal thought she was going to be killed, but instead of that, Napoleon started singing too. In the blink of an eye, the whole farm was singing the tune.

Before they could get to half of the song, they heard a tremendous noise. Napoleon, the only leader they had ever known, fell slowly to the ground, with blood dripping out of his head. He was shot from behind. The animals were trying to process what had happened when a suspicious figure came out of the shadows. They had all heard the legends, but they never thought something like this could happen. An old looking pig started walking towards the animals, and he kept on singing "Beasts of England".

The killer kept singing until the end of the song. When the animals finally figured out who it was, the pig started talking. "Comrades, to those who don't know, my name is Snowball. I was once part of this rebellion, but I was driven out by Napoleon. Lucky for me, I was found, almost dead, by a pack of wolves, who nursed me back to health. I came here only to find justice for what Napoleon did all of those years ago to me and what he is doing to you. I am your savior. I am the new and better leader of Animal Farm."

"Savior? Leader?" - a hen started speaking, - "What are you talking about? We don't need a new leader, we need food, we need a place to sleep. Maybe things were better when you were here, but now we just want the minimum to have a decent life. Let's just get out of here, this is crazy".

Every animal besides Snowball started walking toward the exit, when they heard another gunshot. The "savior" started talking again. "YOU CANNOT LEAVE, I WILL SAVE YOU". This time, the gunshot called the attention of Napoleon's dogs. In 15 seconds they were there to do what they couldn't in the past.

The animals all turned their back on their home. As they walked away, they could hear Snowball scream of pain. Animal Farm had become the worst it had ever been. Chaos, murder, complete incompetence to help the animals and a uninhabitable place. The animals walked out of Animal Farm, Manor Farm, Chaos Farm. No one knew what it was and what was going to happen. As they were looking for a new home, "Beasts of England" filled the air for the last time.

"Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,

Beasts of every land and clime,

Hearken to my joyful tidings

Of the golden future time.

Soon or late the day is coming,

Tyrant Man shall be o’erthrown,

And the fruitful fields of England

Shall be trod by beasts alone.

Rings shall vanish from our noses,

And the harness from our back,

Bit and spur shall rust forever,

Cruel whips no more shall crack.

Riches more than mind can picture,

Wheat and barley, oats and hay,

Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels

Shall be ours upon that day.

Bright will shine the fields of England,

Purer shall its waters be,

Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes

On the day that sets us free.

For that day we all must labor,

Though we die before it break;

Cows and horses, geese and turkeys,

All must toil for freedom’s sake.

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,

Beasts of every land and clime,

Hearken well and spread my tidings

Of the golden future time"

#Animal Farm #Snowball #freedom #life conditions #revolution

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achoonihaachu · 2 years

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God Must Hate Me; Ch. 2

A/N: Hello beautiful people! Thank you so much for the love you showed the first part of the series! II’ve made a few changes to the plot and it’s looking like this is definitely going to be longer than 3 chapters... sooo... get ready for the massive angst dump about to happen in future chapters! I hope you enjoy chapter two and I would love to get requests or feedback for the future work I plan on doing for the OM! fandom <33 Again, thank you so much to @its-dari for letting me take inspiration from her post of the "replaced mc au"!

pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (platonic... for now), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC

warnings: cursing, possibly triggering! insinuated eating disorder (just a tad bit, okayy? :( im sorryy!), verbal abuse, gaslighting (if you squint,, maybe), possible future spoilers for chapter 16, not proofread well </33

reminder: you are loved, you are deserving of love, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise! i’m so proud of you, even if you think you’ve done nothing to warrant that, i’m proud of you okay >:(( ur amazing and beautiful and *chefs kisses* ily <333

“Would you like to move to Purgatory Hall indefinitely?”

“I apologize for my next choice of words but Diavolo, what the fuck?!”

“Did I say something wrong?”

You didn’t know how to reply. You were sure you knew your friends pretty well by now. You knew how Barbatos brewed his super special tea. You knew of how Luke slept with a pillow he brought from the Celestial Realm because he got homesick. You knew how Simeon would switch out pots when Solomon cooked dinner because he didn’t want to risk everyone getting food poisoning after. You could go on and on about everyone else but to put it simply, you knew every little secret all your friends had.

Yet, it still astonishes you how these beings manage to say something so potentially life changing with the same level of nonchalance as if they had just mentioned the weather to you.

Everyone stared at you with expectant, hopeful eyes but you simply sighed, “I’ll think it over tonight.” You state. You could almost feel Luke vibrating with excitement. He knew that this was his big opportunity to finally convince you to live with them in Purgatory Hall now.

Diavolo smiled at you with understanding, Barbatos standing poised behind him with an unreadable expression, “Alright well, you can text me your decision first thing in the morning,”

Luke refused to let you leave Purgatory Hall after that. You were basically guilt tripped into spending the night with the other exchange students sans Yuki. You had to face the girl’s wrath through a call, though it felt more like jealousy mixed than anger. She whined for a good 10 minutes about having made plans to stay up all night with you to binge watch a cutesy anime she found but she settled with doing that after your Ristorante Six dinner. She said goodbye to you and to the others in Purgatory Hall and then she hung up. Diavolo and Barbatos left shortly after, mentioning that they had business to deal with and after steeling through your own set of puppy dog eyes, they bid you farewell and disappeared into the night.

You didn’t see the glares on their faces when they turned. You didn’t see how they didn’t walk back to the Demon Lord’s Castle. They head over to RAD, late at night, to settle a few of the many files and paperwork that dealt with everything happening to you.

You remained blissfully unaware of the growing tension plaguing the House of Lamentation.

With Luke happily snoring away with his head leaning against your chest, you turn to look at the other side of the couch to see Solomon asleep with his arm propped up on the arm rest. Turning to look back down to Luke, you saw Simeon still awake with his attention turned to you, the television droning on in the background, making for perfect ambience, “(MC), I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries when I say this but… I believe it’s for the best if you move into Purgatory Hall with us.” He says, voice soft as if he were afraid that he'd scare you away if he raised his voice any louder.

You sat up slightly, careful to not wake the sleeping angel against you, “Simeon, I-” You started, only to be cut off by Simeon’s raised hand, “Let me explain why.” He says, expression hopeful as he practically asks you for permission with his eyes.

You bite your lip, silent for a few beats before you nod. Simeon nods back, “Solomon and I have been worried for you for months now. You seemed so stressed when you came to school from the House of Lamentation. You always had something occupying your thoughts, and you’ve started to practically deteriorate in front of our eyes. We weren’t joking when we said we love you, (MC). We can’t stand seeing you like this.” He paused for a moment.

“The brothers, Lucifer especially, have always been like this. They’re… They’re good at being selfish and they toss out the old for the new. I’m not saying that you’re old news, honestly we, including Lord Diavolo and Barbatos, would pick you over Yuki any day, but the demon brothers… Well, they’re not known as the Seven Avatars of Sin for nothing. What I'm trying to say is that we’ll treat you right here in Purgatory Hall. You’d be loved, treasured the way you should be. You can stop pretending to be content living with beings that bring you so much pain. I’d give anything to see you be the same happy (MC) you used to be.”

You felt your eyes prickle with salty tears, “Simeon… I’m sorry for worrying you. I- I just thought that… that… I’m sorry.” you whisper and in that moment, Simeon knew that you were broken. He’s lived many a centuries, he’s witnessed great floods, mass genocide by other humans. He’s witnessed the births and deaths of so many humans from his place in the Celestial Realm. He… He saw great sorrow when the brothers first fell after the Great Celestial War. He felt that sorrow and pain himself when he simply watched on the sidelines.

He knows a broken being when he sees one, and he saw one in that moment.

He gently moves Luke, whose arms are wrapped tightly around his white satin pillow, to lie down on the sofa as he kneels in front of you. You hiccup quietly, eyes still brimming with tears. You stop yourself from blinking. You refuse to let these tears fall. You refuse to let yourself cry over demons who couldn’t appreciate all the sacrifices you’ve made for them.

He stares up at you, concerned, as he opens his arms to you. You hesitate before lowering yourself to the floor and reluctantly bury your face into the fabric of his black shirt. He smells vaguely of citrus and soap, you know the generic kind he bought because his skin would break out in rashes when he tried the different scents offered in the Devildom stores. You sniffle lightly, eyes still blurry as a few traitorous tears slipped from their place.

You cursed those salty tears for sullying Simeon’s pristine clothes.

Simeon slowly rubbed circles on your back, whispering words of comfort as he held you in his arms. Your body wracked with every silent sob, your breathing quickly becoming shallow as your nose grew runny. Now, you definitely forbade yourself from getting your snot on Simeon’s clothes. You cry quietly against his chest, your sobs slowly weakening and slowing after what seemed like hours but was more like a few minutes.

“I’m truly sorry for worrying you, Simeon. I- I just… I love them, y’know? And I love Yuki. God, I can’t even hate Yuki because she’s so lovely but what have I ever done to be punished like this? To be unloved like this after all I’ve given for those fools?!” You cry out weakly.

You find solace in the angel in front of you.

And for once after a long while, you’re glad to have been chosen for this program because… You got to meet Simeon.

You woke up, head pounding, in a room definitely not your own. The walls were painted a beautiful shade of pastel blue. Furniture, like the tall wardrobe and the simple study table situated by french windows, were all painted in pure white. Even the detailing of the windows was an ivory white. A tiny yellow plant that was reminiscent of an angel’s halo was placed on the table, glowing slightly with a radiant yellow. It somehow gave you comfort. You weren’t sure what time it was, your eyes were bleary but you were sure that it was morning. You yawned, stretching slightly when the door opened to reveal Simeon and Luke standing in the doorway with a tray of delicious looking food. You let out a tiny happy sound, feeling extremely grateful for the hospitality.

Since Yuki came, the brothers often forgot to leave food for you, feigning ignorance to your needs for hers. They’d say that the food was only enough for 8 people, that there wasn’t enough in the fridge to make more. They brushed off your early complaints and Asmodus even told you once that it was for the best, as you looked like you could lose a few pounds.

You passed out in the school’s hallway that week from hunger.

Since you didn’t eat at home, you went to school hungry or you ate at a small coffee shop on your way to school. Yuki would apologize profusely for being the reason for their change of behavior. You wave her off with a tired smile.

They’ve always exercised their power and authority on you.

Luke bounded over to the side of the bed, his happiness seemed to know no limits as he talked with the speed of a bullet train, “Good morning, (MC)! I-I’m sorry about falling asleep during our movie marathon! I made you these celestial sugar cookies! Michael sent me a care package full of vanilla beans that the younger fledgling angels tended to in the Celestial Castle!” He climbed onto the bed, elbows clumsily pushing him up to sit by you as he unscrewed the clear glass jar. The scent of freshly baked cookies made your toes curl.

It smelt heavenly, the pun is intended.

Before you could grab a handful of the young angel’s divine treats, you heard Simeon clear his throat, “Luke, I told you to give that to them after they eat breakfast.” He spoke sternly, but he didn’t scare you. You were so used to being scared into obeying a command, to listen to every word spoken by what was deemed to be authority as if their words were written in stone.

It’s how your life has been the past few months in the House of Lamentation.

No, with Simeon, you felt your heart fill with a comforting warmth. The way he chided and guided Luke like a shepherd would with a playful lamb, funnily enough. You believed that his austerity shouldn’t even be classified as such, for he spoke with kindness and love. Simeon’s eyes met yours and his gaze softened immediately, “I hope the bed was to your liking. The other guest rooms were stuffy and a tad dusty so I brought you to my room. I apologize for doing so without your consent.” He looked away sheepishly, his grip on the silver tray tightening ever so slightly. You shot up, almost knocking into Luke as you shook your head,” No! It’s alright! I-I felt comfortable… At home, even.” You say shyly. You missed the light pink dusting Simeon’s cheeks.

“T-That’s a relief. Luke and I brought enough food for all three of us. He insisted on letting you take it easy today.” Simeon mentions as he places the tray on the bedside table.

You pull on the silk sheets, feeling slightly self conscious as the fact that Simeon carried you to bed finally sunk in. Before you could wallow in your embarrassment, Luke waved a cookie in front of you with a toothy grin stretched across his face.

You choose to move on, grabbing the cookie with a giggle as you all dug into the treats and the breakfast.

“Hey, Simeon…” You hear the ravenette hum in response, mouth full with the bite he took of the sandwiches they made, “Where’s Solomon?”

The almighty sorcerer was seated across from Diavolo, quill in hand as he eyed the documents that lay in a file strewn on a small pile on the table in front of him. “I had Barbatos look into the future and document everything he had seen. These papers hold all of that information. I entrust that you will not interfere nor will you try to reveal anything to the rest involved in this situation.” Diavolo states, arms folded on the table as he stares at the tall stack of papers beside him.

There were probably a few hundred files, all recounting different futures and different destinies that you could choose. “I see. Well, why is there a stack specifically given to me?”

“Solomon… I don’t think you’d like to hear it come from me-” Diavolo was cut off by Solomon, hand raised to silence the demon prince.

“Lord Diavolo, with all due respect, why did you summon me and why is there a stack of files here in front of me?” His voice was laced with venom, he feels it’s less of his anger and more of his fear of what was about to be revealed to him.

“Those are the futures where (MC) is killed.”

Solomon has lived for a long time now and there were days when he cursed his immortality. It made him afraid to love. He’s loved before but in time, he had to bury that love 6 feet underground. He couldn’t tell you how many generations he’s had to bury into freshly dug soil. He couldn’t stand the way the people he’s loved be remembered only by the stupid piece of stone that laid erect on top of where they slept for eternity. No matter how many times he’s buried a lover or a friend, the heartache that comes with losing them to time or to an illness never numbs. So, after a few centuries, he’s learnt to stop loving. He’s learnt to make deals with similarly immortal beings, with demons from the underworld. He’d keep his heart under lock and key because he couldn’t deal with another heartbreak. Then you came.

You, this weak little human without immortality, managed to find the key he’s tossed away a long time ago, and you’ve managed to free his heart. He’s grown quite fond of you, the way you can just exist and make a room be so much more colorful, so much more lively. He’s a sorcerer with centuries of knowledge and experience and he knows for a fact that you’re the only being in existence to have such a strong pull, having the strongest demons in Hell, a magnificent sorcerer, and angels in Heaven wrapped around your finger.

Hearing the words that had just come from Diavolo’s lips made the color drain from Solomon’s face. He felt breathless, like the air in his lungs had been knocked out by an invisible force. He slowly shook his head, placing the quill back into the inkwell. “No, there must be some mistake…” He mutters to himself. He was normally a confident man that took everything in stride but in that moment, his shaky hands were untrustworthy. He was forced to steel himself, moving to grab the file at the very top, “Lord Diavolo, if I can presume correctly, your pile is of the futures where (MC) will be safe with us, right?”

Diavolo’s expression was grim, he hesitated to respond. Solomon’s breath hitched in his throat, hands unable to pry the file open. His eyes find Diavolo’s, wide with panic and fright, “Please tell me that these aren’t likely to happen…” He whispers.

In the House of Lamentation, Yuki’s door remained sealed shut, as if it were uninhabited. The brothers all took turns walking by to knock, trying to convince her to open the door. Lucifer made the most visits, knocking every hour to somehow convince her to come out without apologizing. Yuki managed to paste a piece of paper on her door whilst there weren’t any demons roaming the halls.

The paper read, “When you disrespect (MC), you’re disrespecting ME!” With an angry cartoon version of Yuki drawn in red ink on the bottom of the paper.

The brothers were all gathered in the common room, with the exception of Leviathan who had been missing since last night and Lucifer who had just left to bother Yuki again. Leviathan texted them about completing a new game so he wasn’t aware of Yuki’s angry outburst, he wasn’t there after all. Mammon sat by the fireplace, knee bouncing in the growing panic of his favorite human purposefully ignoring him, “I don’t even want an apology! I just need’a take ‘er out to town! I’ve gotta catch this big blackjack tournament with my lucky charm.” He huffed. Satan snorted from a few spots away from his older brother, hands gripping tightly on the book he’s binge reading. “Obviously like the scum you are, you only think of how her anger’s going to affect you negatively. She’s mad at us for one thing or another. Can’t you use that tiny brain of yours to think of how we can get her to forgive us?” He seethes, a wry smile on his lips as he tries his best to keep his wrath under control.

Before the brothers could have the chance to break out into another squabble, Lucifer stomps in, face contorted in frustration as he crumples up a piece of paper to throw into the warm fire that grew by the sofas. “Wait, Lucifer what’s that?” Satan queries, tossing his book on the couch as he approaches his brother. Lucifer’s eyes blazed with unfiltered anger, “Humans are childish.” He spits through gritted teeth, handing Satan the paper in his hands.

It was the paper Yuki stuck on the door.

Mammon scampers over to take a look, only to scoff, “(MC) would never be this childish.” He mutters to himself, unaware of what his words really meant. The other boys walk over to peek at what Yuki had written. Asmodeus shrugged, “Still, it’s kinda cute? I mean, Yuki’s always adorable so it’s alright this once, I suppose.”

What the brothers didn’t realize was how Yuki planned on keeping this up.

Lucifer sinks onto the main couch in the common room, hands furiously rubbing his face as he feels his head throb. He had no time for this. He’s got to report to Diavolo in a few minutes, he’s got a monstrous pile of paperwork to complete, a childish human was the least of his worries.

Just as he moved to get ready to head to the Demon Lord’s Castle, he got a text from Diavolo’s number.

“Good day, Lucifer. This is Barbatos contacting you through the Young Master’s phone to inform you that there are some urgent matters the Prince has to tend to, and unfortunately he will have to cancel your monthly report meeting this afternoon. I will be at the House of Lamentation in 10 minutes to pick up all the paperwork you have completed. That is all.”

Lucifer was completely floored. He was speechless. He… Was he unneeded that day? His eyes scan the text about a dozen times. Diavolo was attending to matters without him. Barbatos was going to pick up the work he finished? He grew nervous in his seat. Did he do something to deem him unworthy of being trusted with the matters being dealt with? Without realizing, he thought back to how you would help him calm down from an awfully stressful day. The way you soothed him without hurting his pride… Yuki. Yuki can do that for him, right?

He shot up from his seat, eyes crazed as he rushed out of the room, leaving his brothers in shock. In his mind, he was acting logically enough; He was upset, ergo he needed comfort from his favorite human.They’d never disobey him, seeing him in distraught would be enough for her to forgive him for now, right? (MC) would always forgive them even after the worst of fights because they knew that they were needed.

It was a solid enough plan in his distraught mind.

His fist was heavy on Yuki’s door, his hair was disheveled from rushing up the stairs so quickly. “What do you want?” Her voice was muffled by the heavy ancient door but even then, he could hear the anger laced in her voice. He winced ever so slightly before he cleared his throat, “Yuki? I apologize but I hope you wouldn’t mind if I came into your room. I’m quite under the weather, and I would appreciate your company and a few rods of comfort. Please.” He said, voice wavering when he said the word please, sour bile threatening to come from his throat as his pride got in the way. He was met with silence before he heard the lock click. The door creaked open ever so slightly, Yuki had peeked ever so slightly at him, “That’s rich coming from you, Morningstar.” She scoffed, glare frigid as if she was staring into his black soul. His patience was running thin quickly, “Pardon me?” He asked. His hearing must be going, that’s it. All the screaming he endured for eons from his idiotic brothers must have caught up to him and he all of the sudden developed tinnitus or possibly an ear infection. Yuki wouldn’t have said that to him, not his favorite human exchange student.

Yuki pulled the door open some more, only to block Lucifer from stepping in. She folded her arms and glared up at him, “You heard what I said. That’s rich, coming from you. When (MC) begged you to stop your torment, you feigned ignorance and you hurt them so deeply. You didn’t comfort them on the days they felt under the weather. I was the one to dry their tears. ” She said unflinchingly.

Somewhere in the house, Satan stilled. He felt great waves of wrath roll over his entire being, almost drowning him in the powerful emotion he reigned over. He gripped the hardbound book in his hands, jaw clenched so hard that he would’ve probably broken his jaw if he were a human. He thought back to what (MC) taught him. Breathing exercises. Count to 10, 1, 2, 3, 4... don’t let your wrath get the better of you, Satan. You’re so much more than the wrath you were born from. You don’t scare me, tan-tan!

Oh, MC...

Yuki rolled her eyes at the fallen seraphim, scoffing as she turned her back on him, “What makes you think I’d choose to comfort an asshole like you?” With that, she shut her door in his face with a slam.

Yuki sat back down on her bed to scroll on her DDD, feeling smug as she heard a vase break in the hallway.

You were washing dishes in Purgatory Hall after a good quarrel with Simeon about him letting you clean at all during your stay with them. Your eyes were glazed over as you thought back to Yuki. She was such a good friend. She defended you when she could, always choosing you and including you every time something happened in the House of Lamentation. You didn’t notice the figure standing in the doorway, “Good morning, (MC). School’s about to start soon, and I got a few messages that the brothers and Yuki had no plans on going. Were you planning on ditching as well?” You jump cartoonishly, almost dropping the pretty dishware before you glare at the figure clad in a blood red suit, “Diavolo!”

Solomon steps into the kitchen from behind the tall demon prince,”Leave those dishes there at once, (MC).” He says in faux anger, his lips twitching slightly as he stops himself from smiling. You stick your tongue out at him as you turn back to the last few dishes in the sink, “I’m almost done, alright? Wait in the common room, I’ll be with you all in a few minutes.” You say sweetly, unaware of the two men's staring.

You emerge from the kitchen, hands still damp with a few stray bubbles on your forearm. You meekly wipe your hands on your uniform jacket as you are met with a crowded common room. Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon sat on one of the sofas facing the elongated one you and the other exchange students were lounging on last night. Barbatos had a sizable stack of papers beside him, pristine and unwrinkled and you awed at the butler. How on Earth can someone carry around paperwork without wrinkling it? Well, that’s the overly competent demon butler for you. You had half a mind to ask where it came from so early in the morning but you held back your question.The aforementioned sofa was occupied by Luke and Simeon, who were stifling their laughter at your expression. “Is this an intervention?” You joked as you took a seat beside Luke.

Diavolo snickered, “Sort of.” He teased back as he looked over at Solomon, who had a tight-lipped smile on his face.

“Well, (MC). Have you decided?” Barbatos asked. You bit your lip as you stared at your feet. You sighed, closing your eyes as you raised your head back up.

“Yes. I’ve decided to accept your offer to move me into Purgatory Hall.”

You had a blast at RAD, for the first time in a long time. You had messaged Yuki and told her that you’d just meet her at Ristorante Six, you joked about being mad at her for leaving you to go to a school crawling with demons who would kill to eat your soul. Though true, you knew you were safe in the protection of the Demon Prince, his butler, and the most powerful exchange students in all of the Devildom.

The seconds you spent with your new house mates, basically, turned into hours and before you knew it, it was time for your dinner with Yuki.

In the House of Lamentation, Asmodeus picked at his fingernails nervously as he stood outside Yuki’s door. He had been trying to build up enough courage to just knock and get this over with but he heard the commotion after Lucifer bolted from the common room. If the ever powerful, ever prideful Lucifer Morningstar lost his cool to a measly human, what could he do as the fifth-born?

He strained to listen in on Yuki’s movements, he could make out that she was humming a tune from a human song you adored. He couldn’t recall the title but he knew it was a love song.

“Hmm… hmm.. Hmm..”

“It was enchanting to meet you..”

He was about to knock when he felt a force push him against the door. “Ah!” He yelped as he rubbed at his forehead. Turning to put a curse on whoever just gave him a bruise, he faltered when he saw Belphegor.

“Who is it now?” Yuki’s voice was sharp and unforgiving, so far from the sweet Yuki they were used to. Before Asmodeus could reply, Belphegor put a curse on the door; no one can get in or get out unless he says so. After months of tutoring from you and Solomon, Yuki was able to start feeling strong magic, and she felt this wave of a powerful curse. “W-what?” She ran over to the door, turning the handle but was unable to open it.

“What the fuck are you doing, Asmo?!” She snarled, violently turning the handle. Asmodeus squeaked, “I-It wasn’t me, darling!” He called out, moving to pry the door open. The poor girl would starve if Belphegor chose to keep the door locked! He glared daggers at his little brother, “Open the damn door, Belphie.” He spat out, hands unresting as he kept trying to get the knob to budge. Belphegor lazily sighed, “No. I heard her yell at Beel earlier.” He scoffed.

Yuki was starting to worry. Her date with you was in 30 minutes.

You were walking to Ristorante Six with Solomon. You managed to convince him to hold your hand and you were now swinging your arms back and forth with every step you took. Solomon said that he would only do it because he was a good housemate, saying that he wouldn’t have agreed if you didn’t move into Purgatory Hall (he had half a mind to say that he could’ve used this to blackmail a certain Avatar of Pride into making a pact with him, though he never mentioned this part due to everything that has been happening in the past few months).

You didn’t mention how his face was as red as a stop sign to protect his dignity.

You were feeling so much better after so long and you were going to savor every moment. You were out of the House of Lamentation. You were in a home where people cared about you. You were loved again, just like you prayed for.

And did it feel good.

Just as you and Solomon turned the corner, you got a message from Yuki, “Hey babes, the bros asked me to finish some paperwork. I gotta call for a raincheck on our date, okay? Don’t come back to HoL rn, Belphie’s being a little brat. ILY, take care of yourself at Purgatory Hall!” You pout as you read the text out loud for Solomon, who grimaced as you finished reading.

Did Yuki know something?

He fished his phone out from under his big cloak, “Hold on, (MC). I have to make a quick phone call. I’ll get Simeon and Luke to come here and the four of us can have dinner at Ristorante Six instead. It’ll be my treat, think of it as a celebration for your move to Purgatory Hall.” He says, ruffling your hair before nudging you into the direction of the restaurant.

As you walked away, he chanted a protection spell on you; he managed to rub a bit of his magic man dust on your pretty little head.

He quickly typed a message to Luke, telling him to bring Simeon to meet you at Ristorante Six. After getting a response from the tiny angel, he dialed Diavolo’s number, eyebrows furrowed,

“Good evening, Lord Diavolo. Is this the future you and Barbatos prepared to make happen?”

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SHOES

Summary: Henry is busy assembling his PC and you got him a pair of shoes.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluffy fluff!!!

A/N: On the event of reaching 600 followers, here's a little something for everyone to enjoy. Also, it's not beta read, so please don't mind any typos. ❤️

*divider by @leafsea*

Title: Shoes

"Henry," you coed to your husband. Henry's hands were busy with the components of his PC in his hand and one ear free from the headphone perched behind his ear.

"Hmm?" He absentmindedly answered, not even sparing a glance towards you.

The Christmas tree sat undecorated in a corner with Henry's bags lying next to it. He was back from filming for Christmas break, staying away for two whole months from you and yet he was busy upgrading his PC to play a newly released game and ignoring his wife. You glanced down at Kal who was sitting on his dog-bed, giving you a look like he understood your predicament. Kal had been ignored by Henry all day too. Your husband was so excited about his new game that walking Kal and playing with him had been added to your lists of chores.

"I brought you something," You walked up to him with a shoe box in your hand.

You placed it right in front of his line of sight which piqued Henry's interest. He put the component aside and swirled his chair to face you, eyeing the black Nike shoebox with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you giving me a Christmas present? Because it will make me feel like a complete arse since I haven't even gotten to buying you one." He pouted his lips. You tried not to laugh at his adorable face or kiss his perfect lips.

It was a Christmas present for him, but it wasn't exactly what he was expecting. You pursed your lips as a smile spread over your face.

Henry seemed to have forgotten in the rush of his life about the early morning rendezvous you had on the day he was leaving for filming. You both had been too lazy to slip on a condom before engaging in some loving goodbye sex. He had joked about putting a baby in you which had gotten you to think that maybe it was time for you both to start a family.

Henry always mentioned how he couldn't wait to be a father. You too believed that both of you were at that point in your life where the ticking of the biological clock was becoming too loud to ignore. Because of which when you had missed your period, rather than being scared, you were excited about taking the pregnancy test. You had cried when the two pink lines had appeared on the stick and another one flashed the word 'Pregnant' in big bold letters.

"Before you open it, I'll like to say something." You sat across from him on a chair. Henry shook the box and scrunched his eyebrows as it felt light in his hands. But without asking any questions, he placed it on his lap and looked at you expectantly.

You had pictured this moment so many times over the month. You had been nearly jumping with joy to finally tell him. But now that you looked at your husband's handsomely clueless face with his curly hair and blue eyes, you felt nervous. You played with the ends of your shirt as you felt your cheeks heat up.

Taking a deep breath you said, "I know we have talked about it a lot. I would be okay with whatever you decide though."

"Decide about shoes..?" Henry cocked his head to the side, confused.

You chuckled at the innocence of your sweet husband. You gestured towards the box. "Open it."

With a puzzled smile on his face, Henry opened the shoe box. You felt your heart race watching him look inside the cardboard case. You watched as Henry's smile fell and he picked up the tiny baby shoes in his hands. You had gotten a pair of both blue and pink since it had been too early to know the sex of the baby. Perched on the inside of the shoes were the two test sticks you had taken.

"Wha-?" His question died down on his lips as he pulled the sticks and stared at it for a long minute.

You bit your lip worried about what he was going to say. The silence stretched like eternity as Henry stared at the shoes and the tests, making you anxious and scared. You stood up slowly to ask if he was okay when Henry burst into tears. He brought both of his hands up to his eyes as his body shook with his sobs escaping his lips.

"Henry," You called out and walked up to him. "Babe," You kneeled down in front of him as he cried with the shoes still in his hands.

"Is this... Real?" He asked between his sobs.

You gently pulled his hands away from his face. Your eyes filled up with tears too as his tear stained face came into view. His lips quivered as fresh tears began forming in his eyes. Kal came quickly to your side as he was worried about his dad too.

"I could have told you on the phone but," You took the shoes from his hands and placed them inside the box. Keeping the box on the floor you took Henry's hands in yours and smiled at him. "I wanted to make it special."

"What did you mean by you'll be okay with whatever I decide?" He sniffed, turning his hands in yours and entwining your fingers with his. "You think I won't want the baby?"

"I don't know," You felt your tears stream down your face. You were so worried that Henry might not want a child since he had a couple of projects lined up. You were worried if he did say no, what were you supposed to do.

"Baby," He let go of your hands and took your face in his. "I have waited so long to be a dad. This is the best day of my life. Thank you so much, baby." He couldn't control his tears either. "I love you." He could barely mumble as his voice cracked.

He tugged you towards him and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You hugged him and stood up as he made you sit on his lap. With a hand gently placed on your belly, Henry wiped the tears from his face.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. "Would you like to capture this moment?"

"I have a feeling you are going to post it online." You wiped your cheeks too before taking his phone. "Crop me out please. I'm not ready to tell the world." He nodded before you raised the phone up and clicked a picture.

Later in the day after all the happy cuddles and a brief discussion of baby names, you retreated to the bedroom to snuggle with Kal. Your phone chimed as you got notified about a post made by Henry on Instagram.

A smile crept up your lips as you stared at the picture of your husband, the one you had clicked, where he had expertedly cropped you out of it. You shook your head as you read the caption.

Gently rubbing your belly, you whispered to your unborn child. "Your dad is such a nerd. But no one will love you more than he will, little one."

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff X Reader - The Parent Trap

Summary: When the identical twins Billy and Tommy Maximoff are sent to the same summer camp, they hatch a plan to get their mothers back together by switching places. Or, The Parent Trap AU. / AO3

Warnings: Fluff and a bit of language.

Words: 4.229K

Notes: I want to know if anyone likes this, please tell me your opinion ;) And good reading! By the way, gif is not mine!

Part Two

The whole thing looked suspicious to you. Billy was acting too strange. He didn't run and throw himself on the couch when he got back from camp, or throw his shoes around the house like he always did. He also didn't pick up the basketball reference you made to him in the car. At first you thought maybe it was puberty. But he told you he was tired from the trip, and you messed up his hair, and told him to go get something to eat. When your dog Krypto didn't recognize him, you told him that he needed to change his clothes, because he must be smelling the camp.

Running the vineyard was taking all your time, but you were hoping to spend some time with your boy now that he was back.

You were surprised when your fiancée showed up at your house unannounced. You were trying to find a way to tell Billy about Tabitha. You met her when Billy was at camp, and you hired her as a publicist for the vineyard. And even you yourself were surprised when she asked you out. Many dates later, you were engaged to be married. You tried not to think about it so much, and to remember Tabitha's words, saying that Billy would be happy to have two mother figures, that she would help you take care of him because she had a freer schedule than yours. Honestly, you were surprised that she was in love with you.

Natasha, your best friend and housekeeper, gave you an incredulous and debauched look when you told her about your engagement, but didn't question you. You imagined that she just wanted to make fun of you.

Tabitha told you that you should tell her about the engagement right away, like ripping off a band aid. You were trying to find the right moment.

When you and Billy went out riding, you decided to tell him, hoping that he would be happy. You were a little nervous, finding it strange when he didn't even remember your usual camping trip before the end of the summer, but you thought he was just distracted.

- Hey honey, I want to tell you something. - You said, and he looked away from the vineyard in front of him and looked at you curiously. - What do you think of Tabitha?

- Like what, Mom? - He replies. - Your publicist? Your friend?

- No, dear, just what you think of her as a person. - You clarify a bit awkwardly.

Billy thought for a few seconds.

- Well, she's pretty, has good teeth and nice hair. She can spell. - He replied. - But honestly, Mom, she's a complete stranger to me. Why do you want my opinion?

You hesitated for a moment, and swallowed your nervousness.

- Well, Billy, I'll tell you why. - You said with a trembling voice. - Because believe it or not...

- Race to the house, Mom! - He shouted, interrupting you and riding away at high speed.

You choked in surprise, as you shouted that you were trying to tell him something, but he kept riding away. You mumbled to yourself, as you rode after him.

When you finally reached the house, Natasha was crying. You ran up to her to ask if she was all right, but she just smiled, saying that they were tears of happiness, that Billy was so big and healthy. You frowned in confusion, but you were too distracted in telling your son that you were getting married to think much about it. And then Natasha left the room saying that she was going to prepare a special lunch for you both, and you sat with Billy on the sofa.

- Honey, we need to talk now. - You told him, trying to sound serious and gentle at the same time. Billy just nodded. - Honey, I want to know how you feel about Tabatha being part of the family.

- Part of our family?

- Yes.

- I think it's incredible. - He said, and you felt a wave of relief wash over your body.

- Really?

- Totally, Mom! It's a dream! - he said excitedly. - I always wanted a big sister!

It was as if a bucket of cold water had fallen on your head.

- Honey, I don't... I think you've got it wrong.

- No, mommy! I love it! - He says. - We're going to adopt Tabitha! That's so sweet, Mom.

- No, honey. - You deny it flatly. - I'm not adopting her. I'm marrying her.

It takes a second, and then Billy lets out a mixed exclamation of surprise and anger, getting up from the couch.

- Marry her? That's crazy! - he shouts. - How can you marry someone who is young enough to be my sister?

And then he starts shouting in a language you think is Russian as he paces in circles around the room, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

- Honey, calm down! - you ask, pulling him gently towards you. - And since when do you speak Russian?

- I learned it at camp. - He answers quickly, and then assumes an almost hurt expression. - You can't get married, Mama! It will ruin everything!

And he lets go of your grip, rushing out of the room. You let out a sigh of dissatisfaction, thinking about how it all went wrong, and throw yourself on the sofa. Natasha looks at you from the kitchen door.

- That was shameful. - She comments.

- He thought I was going to adopt her. - You retort with your eyes closed and your head against the pillows.

- That's exactly why it was embarrassing. - She scoffs, laughing softly. You don't answer, beginning to feel a slight headache forming.

You barely have time to absorb the whole conversation, when you hear a radio noise in the distance. But a few minutes, and Tabitha enters the room, sitting on your lap.

- Hello, sweetie. - She said - You look stressed.

And then she kissed you, wrapping both hands around your neck. You really just wanted to go back to bed. You let out an unsatisfied sigh, interrupting the kiss. Tabitha looked at you curiously.

- I told Billy about our wedding. - You said, and she seemed excited.

- And how was it?

- Horrible! - you said, upset. - He was furious. He yelled at me in Russian, and I didn't even know he spoke Russian!

Tabitha let out a giggle.

- Take it easy, sweetie. - She said, rubbing her hands on your shoulders. - It's a very common reaction. I'd be worried if he didn't have a reaction like that. - She argues, and begins to deposit kisses against your collarbone. You appreciate the touch, even if they don't really affect you that much. - Let me talk to him. He needs to know that I'm not an enemy.

You let out a low grumble, running your right hand over your eyes.

- Okay, Tabi. - You agree. - But be gentle.

She giggles mischievously, giving you a kiss before getting up. You sink your face into your hands as she leaves, feeling tired.

It's been a few days since you told Billy about your marriage. He hasn't mentioned it again, but he is treating you normally. Tabitha told you that the conversation went well, and you believed her.

Now you are packing your bags, getting ready to go for a weekend in the Hamptons, where Tabitha's parents, whom you haven't met yet, will be staying. You have a strange feeling, as if something is going to happen, but you can't tell what it is.

And when you drive to the hotel, you sit with Billy in the back seat while Natasha drives, and you share some snacks. Billy also begs you to take Krypto, and you agree while ruffling his hair.

Tabitha's parents seem nice, you think. They greet you quite enthusiastically, and you are embarrassed when Tabitha slips her hand to your buttocks for a moment when you hug.

After you check in, you and Tabitha say goodbye to her parents temporarily as they leave toward the bar, and you both make your way to the elevator to your rooms, with Billy and Natasha following a bit behind as they try to get Krypto to obey. Tabitha is particularly needy today, and you wish she wouldn't cling to you so much in such a crowded place, feeling uncomfortable.

As you press the elevator button for your floor, while Tabitha snuggles up to you, you look toward the lobby and widen your eyes in surprise. Your ex-wife, Wanda Maximoff is standing in the center of the lobby, and she waves to you just before the elevator door closes completely. You think you are hallucinating, and wonder if you have finally lost your mind.

Tabitha continues kissing your collarbone, but you are completely disconnected from reality. When you arrive at your room, she pulls you inside, trying to take off your clothes.

- No, darling. I'm sorry. - You deny it, pushing her hands away as you try to think of a plausible excuse. - I need to see if everything is okay with Billy and Nat, okay? We'll see about that later.

Tabitha pouts, but lets you go, strutting sensuously into the bathroom. You smile awkwardly, then leave the room.

You look around as if you're looking for someone, and you really are. And then you bump into Billy in the hallway.

- Hey baby! - You greet him by bending down to his height and putting your hands on his shoulders. - I'm going to go to the lobby. Do me a favor and look after Tabitha for me, will you?

- All right, Mom.

- Oh, honey. - You say hesitantly. - How do I look? Do I look good?

Billy smiles, giving you a thumbs-up.

- You look beautiful, Mom.

- Okay, okay. - You say clumsily, and mess up his hair before heading back toward the elevator.

When you reach the lobby, you look around, trying to locate Wanda around. And you're startled to see Billy again.

- Honey, I thought you were going to keep Tabitha company. - You say, and he looks slightly nervous. But you're not really paying attention.

- I will, Mom. - He says, looking around quickly. - I'm just trying to find her.

- Okay. - You mumble without really listening to him. - I'll walk around here, and see you upstairs.

But then Billy hugs you tight around the waist.

- It's good to see you, Mom. - He whispered, and you frowned in confusion, but smiled, bending down to return the hug quickly.

- It's good to see you too, honey. - You joked, and pulled him away slightly to make sure he was all right. He looked happy.

- It's okay, Mom, you can go. - He said, and you ruffled his hair before heading off in the opposite direction, looking around with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

The hotel was quite large, and you had been looking for many minutes by the time you got to the pool area.

And then you saw her, in all her glory, coming down the stairs on the opposite side from where you were standing. A smile slipped from your lips at the same moment, and you felt your heart race. Wanda looked just as beautiful as the last time you saw her, almost twelve years ago.

Your feet moved automatically, but it seemed that suddenly all the people in the pool area were in your way to get to her. You heard Natasha call out to you, warning you to be careful, but then you are bumping into one of the waiters, stumbling backwards and falling into one of the pools.

You think Billy screamed in surprise, but you kept following Wanda through the water, she noticed you with all this commotion.

Coming out of the pool, completely drenched, you let out a happy sigh as you stopped in front of her.

You should be grinning like an idiot, but Wanda also seemed amazed to see you.

- Wanda. - You sighed.

- Hi Y/N.

- Wow, there you are. - You said, still impressed. Wanda just smiled at you, equally embarrassed. - Sorry, something's happened that I don't know about. I'm completely surprised to see you, but you don't seem surprised to see me at all. - You say and Wanda looks away quickly. - I haven't seen, or known anything about you for ten or maybe eleven years. And suddenly on the same day...

- Hi Mom. - Billy interrupts you, and you look at him in surprise. - I can explain why she's here.

- Honey, do you... do you know who she is?

- Actually, I do. - He says, smiling awkwardly. - And actually, I'm not Billy.

- Actually, I am.

You choke in surprise to see your two twins together, next to each other.

- What... You two...

- You and Mom must think alike, because you sent us to the same camp. - Billy says. You feel your heart racing, still completely in shock. - We met there, and everything came up.

- They switched places, Y/N. - Clarified Wanda beside you.

You let out a sigh.

- You mean I was with Tommy all this time? - you ask with emotion in your voice.

- Well, I wanted to know what you were like. - Tommy said. - And Billy wanted to know what Mom was like. Are you angry?

- Honey of course not. - You denied it by bending down to his height. - I just can't believe it's you, look how much you've grown. - You say happily, pulling him into a tight hug. You pull him away a moment later to look at his face tenderly, running your fingers over his cheeks. - My boy looks so handsome.

Tommy smiles at you, and then releases your grip, returning to his brother's side.

- And you, Billy, have you been in London all this time? - you ask, and he shrugs. You let out a short laugh before hugging him tightly. - I can't believe you're together.

- Mom is awesome, Mom. - Says Billy looking at you. - I don't know how you let her get away.

You laugh uncomfortably, then let him go.

- Boys, let me and your mother talk for a moment, okay? - Wanda asks with a smile. Billy and Tommy nod slightly, and you put your hands in your pockets awkwardly as you and Wanda walk around the pool until you sit on one of the benches, facing each other. You think you should try to stop smiling so much, but this must be the happiest you've been in twelve years.

- I can't believe this. - You comment, biting your lips for a moment. - Seeing them together. Seeing you.

Wanda giggles, a slight redness in her cheeks.

- How are you, Wands? - you ask, and realize that the nickname escapes your lips with ease. - Or does everyone call you Miss Maximoff now?

She smiles, a little awkwardly, denying it with her head.

- My brother still calls me Wands. - She says. - You can call me whatever you like. - She smiles awkwardly.

- And how is Pietro? - you find yourself asking. You were overflowing with curiosity, wanting to absorb as much of Wanda as possible, afraid that she would disappear at any moment. - Is he married?

- Oh no. - She giggles. - Pietro lives with me now. He retired from racing. He goes on casual dates, but he says he doesn't want anything serious.

- You haven't changed a bit. - You comment, looking at her adoringly. God, she looks so beautiful.

- There you are! I've been looking all over for you! - says a female voice startling you both. You look away from Wanda quickly, Tabitha looks at you both with a frown. - Good, you have met. Honey, Miss Maximoff designs wedding dresses, and she's going to make... Wait, how do you two know each other? And honey, why are you all wet?

You and Wanda stand up awkwardly, you run your hand straight down the back of your neck, trying to think how exactly to explain, feeling Tabitha's confused gaze on you.

- You are going to make my fiancee's dress. - You say, turning to Wanda.

- I didn't know she was your fiancée. - She retorts.

- How we met... How I know you... - You turn to Tabitha again, trying to find a way to tell her. - How do you two know each other?

- Sorry, am I missing something here? - Tabitha asks with narrowed eyes.

- You know, this world is so small. - You comment with a wry smile.

- How small? - She replies seriously.

- Hello, Tabitha. - says Tommy, appearing next to the blonde. She greets him back, but then looks at you waiting for your answer.

- How are you? - Billy asks, appearing on the other side, and Tabitha jumps in fright.

- How... - She spins her body around quickly, varying her gaze and finger pointing between Billy and Tommy. - Two of them... How?

- So, did I ever mention that Billy was a twin?

- You forgot that little detail. - She replies with slight irritation in her voice, looking at you and crossing her arms.

- Don't be upset. - said Tommy. - She didn't tell me either. And by the way, I'm not Billy. He is. - He explained. - I was pretending to be him, while he was pretending to be me.

- And that's our other mother over there. - Said Tommy quickly pointing to the redhead next to you. - Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda smiled, but Tabitha didn't look happy at all.

- Is that your mother? - she asked incredulously. The boys nodded in agreement. - Were you two married?

- Yes. - Both of you confirmed clumsily.

- Oh, yes. Small world indeed. - Tabitha says.

- It just got smaller. - You comment nervously.

- And what a coincidence that we are all here together at the same weekend. - She adds wryly, while the boys exchange a mischievous glance. - Can I talk to you privately, Y/N?

You nod slightly as she turns and walks away, and then you turn to Wanda.

- It was ... it's ... good. Good to see you. - You say awkwardly, Wanda smiles and nods slightly. - We... I don't know...

- Go change your clothes and talk to your fiancée. - She pokes you lightly. But her gaze is not malicious. - We'll talk later.

By the time you reached Tabitha, she was already entering the elevators. You think you should be worried, but you just feel uncomfortable. You want to go back to the pool and talk to Wanda. Tabitha doesn't say anything until you are in your suite. Then she yells at you. You think she said something about trust, but you're not really listening. And then Tabitha slams the door on her way out, and you have a smile on your face, thinking of Wanda.

Tommy and Billy insist that the four of you have dinner together. And honestly, you make no effort to find excuses not to go.

And then you find yourself standing in front of the hotel, completely breathless at the image of your ex-wife wearing a red dress that embraces her in all the right places.

You feel embarrassed, not knowing exactly what to say or do, but Wanda lets you hold her arm as you walk together toward the harbor, the boys ahead of you.

And then you approach a big ship, and you feel your heart soar.

- Is that ?

- Yes. - Wanda confirms with a smile, looking as surprised as you are.

Parked in the harbor is the same ship you met twelve years ago. As you walk up the stairs, Wanda asks how the boys managed to get all this, and they just say they pooled their allowance with a little help from Uncle Pietro and Aunt Nat, which makes you and Wanda laugh.

When you arrive at one of the private dining rooms inside the ship, the boys guide you both inside, and you frown as you look at the dining table.

- Darlings, why are there only two chairs? - you ask, looking at your sons. They exchange mischievous glances.

- We're not having dinner with you. - says Billy.

- What? - Wanda asks

- I should have known better. - You make a humorous remark.

- Come on, Mom. Don't be angry. - asks Tommy without looking the least bit sorry for his little plot. - We think you two have a lot to talk about.

You let out a sigh, agreeing. The boys leave a short time later, and you and Wanda sit down at a small table. It is an intimate and romantic dinner, and brings up feelings you have held for a long time.

- Are you okay with this, Wands? - you ask as soon as you are settled at the table. - With dinner I say. With me.

Wanda giggles.

- I'm the one who should be asking you that. - She says. - You're the one getting married.

The teasing makes something in your stomach turn nervously, and you give her an embarrassed smile and look away from her to the table. And then Pietro and Nat enter the room, dressed as waiters, and you both let out surprised exclamations.

- I won't even ask. - You joke, but the two of you just smile politely.

- Good evening, madames. - says Pietro. You notice how much older he looks since you last saw him. - We'll be serving dinner for you tonight.

- And these are the hors d'oeuvres. - Nat says as she places a few items on the table. You look at the dishes with curiosity, and are happy to see that they all look delicious.

They leave next, and you and Wanda exchange a look of amusement. You both sample a few things, and then you find yourself looking at Wanda again. She smiles when she notices.

- You want to ask me something. - she says with a smile. - Just ask.

- It's not a question, I think. - You say after a moment, trying to clarify your thoughts. Being with Wanda makes everything seem like background. - I was just wondering, how did this happen?

Wanda takes a sip of wine, raising her eyebrows slightly.

- What exactly happened? - she replies. - The ship? The children? The dinner?

You giggle, slumping back in your chair.

- Us, Wanda. - You say. - What happened to us?

Wanda looks away from you, looking slightly upset.

- I don't know Y/N. - She answers. - We were so young, immature and so, so temperamental. We both said stupid things. - She says with a slight nostalgia. - And then I left, and you didn't come after me.

She finishes her sentence with a quick sad smile, and you feel your stomach drop.

- I didn't think you would want this.

Wanda shrugged, a glint in her eyes that you couldn't read.

- It really doesn't matter anymore.

And then Pietro and Nat are back with the main courses, and you look away from Wanda quickly, an immense feeling of guilt and regret in your chest.

You have a lot to think about, but it has been so long, and now you had a fiancée, a life that went on without Wanda. You let out a sigh, raising your hand to the glass of wine, and turning it over in your mouth with a single gulp.

You ate in silence for a while, the food was tasty, but you thought you two had become quiet because of the conversation. But then Wanda looked at you again.

- What will happen now that they know? - Wanda asked, and you frowned slightly.

- Why would that be a problem?

- We live in different countries. - She clarified. - What are we going to do, half of the year I stay with Billy, and the other half with Tommy?

You laughed awkwardly, running your hands through your hair.

- Wow, this is a terrible idea. - You declare and Wanda raises her eyebrow slightly. - The kids will never accept this. We'll just have to find a way to make it work.

You're starting to get a migraine thinking about everything.

- Maybe... things could stay the same. - she says. - And then they visit each other on vacation.

You nod in agreement. You hold the smile on your face even as you feel a great wave of nervousness at the thought that it was settled: Wanda would return to London, she would be out of your life again.

You finish dinner in a polite and friendly way, not talking any more. You think you might cry, but you drink more wine to calm your body.

When you and Wanda say good-bye in the hotel lobby, you kiss her cheek, and see in her eyes the same sadness and longing that you have.

You are trying not to get angry with your children, even though they are stubborn brats. You have already checked out of the hotel, and were getting ready to leave, when Tommy and Billy came down from their rooms to say goodbye. And then they matched clothes, and refused to say who is who so that you could leave.

- This is absolutely ridiculous, boys. - You comment next to Wanda. - Your mother will miss her flight.

But your children just kept their arms crossed, and you let out an impatient grumble.

- Kids, what's this about now? - Wanda asked. - Even if I miss the flight, eventually Tommy will come with me.

The boys exchanged a thoughtful look.

- We want everyone together at the camp at the end of the summer vacation. - Said one of the boys, you thought it might be Billy, but you weren't sure.

- And when we get back, we'll tell you who's who. - Completed the brother, maybe this was Billy.

- I have an even better idea! - you exclaim. - You obey your mothers and Tommy goes back to London as we agreed.

And that's how you ended up in a car with Wanda, and your two sons, and your fiancée heading for home. Tabitha was not at all happy about the whole situation.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wandaxreader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel imagines #the parent trap au #wandavision

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years

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Bc boys when they did something wrong..

Just a little something that came into my head when I went for a jog today. ( ´ω` )۶

Yami | Nozel | Fuegoleon | William x f! reader

Warnings: just a little longer than I expected haha!

Yami Sukehiro

"Babe. Let's go on that getaway you wanted to go." your boyfriend came over to the couch you were sitting on and snaked his arms around you.

"Really?" you beamed at him, you've talked about a getaway with him for awhile now, but every time, Julius would call him in for a mission. "When shall we go!"

"Now!" you gave you his best smile.

"Now?! are you crazy? We didn't book anything or whatever." you raised your brows at him.

"Come on baby, the best trips are the impromptu ones! Just book the next available train ticket!"

"hmmm." you pondered a little, "okay! let's go book a trip now! but first I'll need to find someone to take care of Pecan!"

"Ehhhh! No worries babe! I got that covered!!" Yami jumped a little, "I'll bring him to Julius now! You book that ticket!"

"No wait! I need to say goodbye at least~" you stood up to call for Pecan, your Labrador. But you couldn't find him anywhere.

"Yami." You narrowed your eyes at the bull's captain, giving you a sheepish smile, "Where. Is. My. Dog."

"Promise me you're not gettin mad babe."

"What the fuck happened?" you could feel anxiety building inside you.

"Calm down babe, it wasn't anything too serious..."

"Yami. I swear to god..." your mana built around you, ready to throw your boyfriend out of the house

"Okay babe!!" he raised his hands in the air, "I was shaving just now and Pecan came over and..."

"AND?!" your eyes opened in terror at him

"And his hair got shaved off. Just a little. You can't even tell babe!" he waved his arm at you.

"where is he?" you stared at him, your arms akimbo.

Yami brought Pecan out.

"Yami! You shaved a hole in his head!!" You shrieked, squatting down to examine his fur.

"It looks cute babe! He looks like a piggybank!" Yami burst into laughter at his own joke, sitting on the floor, "Here, maybe you can put a coin in it."

Pecan wagged his tail and licked yami in the face.

You couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic scenario in front of you, "You're lucky Pecan loves you Yami Sukehiro, Or I would've yeet you out. I'm impressed you thought that by leaving for a few days this would grow back out."

Yami looked at you with a serious face, "oh? it wouldn't?"

"NO?!" you slapped him on the chest.

-end-

So guys, I got this idea from this picture on facebook I saw awhile back, it got me cracking up for days. All credits to rightful owner!

Nozel Silva

"Honey?" You called out to your silver haired husband, "have you seen my earrings anywhere?"

"Which earrings?" Nozel was picking out a belt to go for his suit.

"The one that Julius got for me when we got married, the one that has seashells"

Nozel froze in place. shit.

"Anyway honey, that reminds me," he went to his coat pocket to retrieve a box. "here, for you."

"A gift? What's the occasion love?" You were puzzled, wondering if you forgot any important date.

"Can't I just gift my wife a gift when I want to?" the royal raised his eyebrows at you.

Nozel wasn't a cheesy kind of man, yes he definitely would spoil you on special occasions like birthdays, christmas and such, or if he went on a long mission, but he seldom got a random gift. So you were pretty skeptical when he got you a gift out of nowhere.

It was a beautiful pearl and sapphire earring. You gasped at how the sapphire sparkled under the light, and the pearl just added to the gracefulness of the piece.

"Wait..." you squinted your eyes at the earrings, and then to him, "Honey, where are the earrings Julius gave me?"

"Aren't you wearing the ones I bought out tonight?" he raised both eyebrows, trying to change the subject.

"I am, but where are the earrings love?" you gave him a dark ominous stare, "Why do I have the feeling you know where it is?"

"erm." he cleared his throat a little, "I may have accidentally dropped it into the toilet bowl..."

"And you didn't pick it back up?!" you scowled at him, "it was a gift from a close friend!"

"...after I took a dump." he admitted defeatedly.

"oh." you sat silently for awhile before you felt arms wrapping around you, and your husband's warm breath as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I do apologise my love."

You cracked up, thinking about him contemplating to pick your earrings up or have it flushed down.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

"... Fue?" you woke up from your nap to find your favourite familiar face. "oh my god am I late for our dinner"

"Oh!" Your boyfriend placed a hand on your head, "don't worry, honey we're early. It's just a dinner, we can not go if you're tired."

"Oh no I'm fine honey," you got up to check the time, 4pm, time for you to get up and get ready. "I'll just get a quick shower and put on my make up."

"erm, how about we just spend the night together, having a simple stay home dinner and a nice stroll later on?" your man beamed at you.

"Eh? I thought this dinner with the nobles were planned awhile back dear?" you cocked your head to the side, "why the sudden cold feet?"

"I'm not having cold feet honey!" he pursed his lips to the side, "just thought that we could have a nice date tonight!"

You narrowed your eyes at the crimson lion captain, "tell me truthfully dear, why do you not want to go to the dinner tonight?"

"..." the captain bit his lower lip and dropped his eye contact at you.

"Fue.. did something happen?" you tried looking at his face, "what did we say about being open and honesty?"

"Don't get mad?" he sighed.

You raised your brows at him, waiting for him to go on.

"I may have broke your eyebrow pencil because I dropped it on the floor."

"YOU WHA-?!" your eyes were wide open, your mouth agape.

"That's another bad news honey," he played with his hands nervously.

"What can be worst than breaking my favourite and expensive eyebrow pencil?" you closed your eyes

"While I was picking it up, I dropped your eye shadow palette as well and the contents broke." he said it as fast as he could, but you heard every single word clearly.

"Fuegoleon Vermillion, you broke my eye shadow palette?" you crossed your arms at him.

Salamander covered its eyes with its hand. We're sleeping in the yard tonight.

"y-yes baby.." he spoke cautiously, "I'll buy you a new one..?"

"It's limited edition." you squinted your eyes and he could see your jaws clenching.

"I'm sorry my love.." he tried giving his best puppy face that his handsome features could offer, "I'll get someone to search for it, the exact same one.."

"you're lucky I love you!" you got up and went to prepare for the dinner.

Fue and Salamander looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief.

William Vangeance

"Darling, could you help me check if my new little white dress is dry?" you called out to your boyfriend, "I want to iron it and wear it for tomorrow!"

You didn't hear a response so you walked out to the yard yourself and you found William there.

"Darling..?" you called to him

He immediately turned around, hiding something behind his back, "oh hi honey!" he looked at you with a sheepish grin.

"What's that?" you had your hands on your hips now, you jutted your chin out, gesturing to his arms hiding behind his back.

"oh love, please don't get upset.." he pursed his lips into a straight line.

"About..?" you raised your brows.

"I think I spoiled your new dress..." he handed over the red stained dress to you, "I washed it with red clothes, I forgot you told me not to..."

You pouted at the sight of the dress, "and I really loved it.."

The golden dawn captain slumped his shoulders in defeat, "I'll buy you a new one love? I'm so sorry.."

"it's kinda a limited edition, this local tailor only makes one design per piece, each one is different.." you sighed, "well... there's no choice now.. I can't wear this tomorrow, I'll try to get some oxy-bleach to fix this.."

"You mean it can be salvaged?" William's face brightened up

"just maybe..." you narrowed your eyes at him, "doesn't mean you're forgiven yet though.."

He wrapped him arms around you, "oh love, I'm willing to pay to send all your important clothes to the laundry shop next time!"

You laughed and shook your head, "you're sooo fantastic at organising war strategies, great at leading your team into countless of victories, but you can't handle a little white dress huh baby?"

-end-

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The Sun Sets With You

Chapter Four: The Foundation of Growth

Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Ezra Prospect x f!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Silas is officially his own warning! Death of a parent, depressive undertones, grief, food, pls lmk if I missed any!

W/C: 3.3k

A/N: This one is loaded with feelings guys, I didn't mean for it to be so heavy handed in the grief area, but I hope the conversation Ezra has with Reader offsets that. I definitely got into my own feelings about loss with this one, so I'm really sorry in advance if it's too much to handle. Read at your own risk, I've said it before, this story is not for everyone, always take care of yourself first & foremost lovelies. I've got some fluff coming up to make up for this one! I'm still building the plot you guys, I hope you're still with me!

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~MAY THIRD OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Two weeks have since passed; Pa and Ezra had tediously worked the fields, sowed the seeds with care, and the fruition of all their work thus far has resulted in the small sprouts now growing from the Earth. ‘One of Mother Nature’s greatest gifts’, Ezra had said once while you gazed upon the rows of leaflets. Rebirth, growth, new beginnings. You find yourself envying the fresh buds, wishing to crawl into the dirt and begin again as well.

The shop is quiet today. Since you chased away the older women looking to learn more about Ezra Prospect, you haven’t heard a peep since. Quite surprising, though you count your blessings and hope the silence will hold, if only for a moment longer. The children play in the road with the stray town dog and you catch yourself giggling as you watch them. Such innocence in their youth. You only hope life treats them kinder than it had to you.

The shop bell dinging pulls you out of your thoughts and you stand straighter to greet the customer. Lucille Jones enters, without the overbearing presence of her mother – a shock in and of itself. She walks with her hands entwined in front of her, her head lowered some, and blonde ringlets of hair fall forward to frame her face, but she still carries a gentle smile on her face as she looks up at you.

As much as you pitied the outcome of your own life, you could not help but pity Lucille’s tenfold. Her father had fought and perished in the war, the only person to have shown her love and caring, and she was now left with her mother, who was ready to practically pawn her off to the next richest man to come through town.

Were it not for her mother’s meddling, you know the two of you would be great friends. She may be the only other person in this town who can empathize with your despondency; her dreams, likely, have been ripped from her as well. Though, it makes the curiosity spark within you as you wonder why exactly she has shown up in the shop so suddenly and without her mother.

“Hello, Lucille. It’s nice to see you,” you say politely. She nods in return. Timid girl. “May I interest you in anything? I’ve concocted a new healing agent to help with the pesky bug bites during the summer,” you offer gently.

“I-I’ve…” She squeaks. You cock your head slightly at her.

“Lucille, what has your nerves so rattled?”

“I’ve come as a favor to my mother. And Mrs. Foster and Mrs. McKenna.”

She faces you head on now, her soft voice filled with determination to complete her mission, yet her eyes, filled with regret, betray her. You raise your eyebrows in contempt and sigh deeply, and upon seeing your reaction, Lucille’s desire to help her mother gossip dissipates. She quickly steps forward, the heels of her white boots clacking against the wooden floors and the skirts of her pink dress flowing behind her.

“I’m so sorry, I did not wish to come and gossip. It is not my desire. My mother… She would not rest until I agreed to come here,” she laments, the quiver in her voice proving to you that she truly meant no harm. “I will pass on the news that you will speak to no one. Forgive me,” she says, her head hanging lower now than at the start of this conversation as she turns to walk away.

“Wait,” you call out. She stops in her tracks, but does not turn to face you again. You walk around the counter to her position. “Lucille… Why do you follow what your mother commands of you?” You ask softly.

“I…” She looks up in your eyes, tears forming in her own and you swear you feel a string in your heart snap at the sight. “I have no choice.”

“Yes, you do. You can choose to leave all this behind, leave this town and its capability to drain the life from you. You do have a choice for how you desire to live your life.”

You hold her by her shoulders as you speak and you realize you are sharing advice with her that could very well be said to your own face. You know it is not a possibility for you, but if you were able to help Lucille leave town and save her from feeling the same hopelessness as you, a part of you would be freed as well, knowing she will have been able to move on to better things.

She stares at you, the tears in her eyes now dried up and you see a small spark of hope in them, but before you can speak more to nurture that spark into a larger flame, the shop bell dings again. Based on the dark figure in your peripheral, the stomp of large, gaudy boots walking in, the heady scent of cheap cologne filling your nostrils, you know exactly who it is.

Lucille looks at the man first and you remove your hands from her shoulders, taking a step back and inhaling a deep breath, nearly choking on the fragrance now overpowering the shop.

“Hello, Mr. Taylor,” Lucille greets, bowing her head slightly.

“Hiya sweetheart,” he responds in a predatory voice and you snap your head in his direction.

“How can I help you, Silas?” You ask quickly before he can intimidate poor Lucille.

“I heard you’ve got some queer working on the farm now,” he chuckles.

“Do not call him that,” you bite and Silas immediately stops laughing.

“Darlin’,” he takes a step toward you and Lucille backs away against the shop wall. “Don’t tell me you have befriended him. You’re too good for the likes of a freak.”

“You don’t know him,” you reply, keeping your head held high with determination, but you instinctually flinch when Silas barks out a laugh.

“And you do?!” He says, grinning wickedly. “For your sake, honey, I truly hope not.”

“What is your meaning, Silas? He works on my farm, it is only natural that I will, and have, come to know him.”

“Perhaps,” he says, his voice dropping to a lower, more aggressive, octave. “Just be aware of the consequences if you come to know him as more than the simple farmhand he is.”

You wish to spit in his face, to continue defending Ezra, yet the instincts within you beg for you to stop. Though you’ve never been one to cower at Silas and his schemes, you’ve also never seen him as he is before you. Crazed, animalistic, frightening. You’re unsure of what he truly is capable of and you would hate for now to be the time to learn.

Despite the resolute expression you attempt to hold, your eyes must shine with the light fear he managed to instill in you with his threat because he flashes a satisfied smirk, a laugh escaping his flared nostrils as he backs away from you. He turns on his heels and faces Lucille again, huffing a goodbye to her and glancing over his shoulder at you before walking out.

“Are you all right?” Lucille asks softly. You only nod in return. “That man is…” She scoffs, understanding how loathsome he is.

“Not a man. A beast.”

~MAY FIFTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

As you exit the house, ready to meet Ezra at the place you now share together, you reach up to grab an apple from the tree for yourself and throw it in your bag along with your book. You take a step away then halt just as quickly. You consider Ezra, and smile to yourself as you reach up again to grab another apple from the branch, setting it gently inside your bag.

As you approach the oak, you see Ezra standing near the edge of the river, his hands clasped behind his back and head held high. He seems to be enjoying the scenery and you try to lighten your steps so as to not draw him from his serene moment, but the grass crunches under your boots as you walk, regardless of how careful you are, and Ezra turns his head in the direction of the noise, smiling brightly once he sees you.

“Dear Sunflower, I was afraid you would not show today,” he says as he turns his whole body to face you.

“My apologies,” you catch your lip in between your teeth, hiding the amused grin forming on your face, your heart skipping a beat at the knowledge that he had been waiting for your arrival. You dig in your bag in search of the apple you plucked specially for him. “A gift for keeping you waiting,” you say and hold the bright, red fruit out to him.

“Sunflower,” he gasps softly, as though you had just handed him a precious gem. “Thank you. A sweet and kind gesture from someone as equally generous; it will not be forgotten.”

You nod once while you bite the inside of your cheeks. What has gotten you so giddy? He merely gave his thanks for your offering, but the smile on his face, his eyes searching yours to clue him in on what has you so affected, makes a schoolgirl-ish giggle escaping your throat.

You reach for your own apple and drop your bag down in the grass, closer to the tree, and you step closer to the river, kneeling down and carefully dipping the apple into the cool stream to wash the skin. Ezra kneels down beside you and follows your lead.

“These are from the tree by the house. The last tree I was able to plant with my mother before she-”

You pause, immediately feeling your throat constrict and halting any further words from falling from your lips. You’ve not spoken so carefree of your mother to anyone, and the suddenness of your desire to do so catches you off guard. Though you have gotten to know Ezra as more than an acquaintance, the truth of the matter was he is still a stranger to you.

You sense the energy shift around you, and you bite your tongue in penance for turning such a peaceful time into an unpleasant one. Ezra stops washing his apple and leans up straight again while you keep your hands under the cold water, scared to look into his eyes and see judgement.

“Sunflower,” he calls and you startle slightly. After a moment of silence, he speaks again. “If you were to wash that fruit any longer, I’m afraid it may lose its red complexion and turn into a shade of white.”

You cannot help the awkward chuckle that falls from your mouth and you lean up straight as well, still avoiding his gaze as you dry the apple with your apron. Aside from the running water next to you, the air is silent, neither of you speaking a word.

You continue drying the apple, turning it over and over in the cloth around your waist, even though you’re sure there are no water droplets remaining. Suddenly, a loud chomp is heard and your eyes snap up to the offending noise to see Ezra bringing the apple away from his lips, and the two of you break out into gentle laughter.

“Sunflower,” he begins after swallowing the piece of fruit in his mouth. “This is truly the sweetest apple I’ve ever bitten into, and I wholeheartedly believe it is because you and your dear mother were the ones to nurture the tree that grew it.”

The smile that remained on your face from your laughter slowly falls as you remember the day your mother suggested you plant the tree from a seed she accidentally bit into. You can recall her giggles as she grabbed you by the hand and pulled you outside, instructing you to grab the small shovel that was laid by the house while she held the seed in her closed fist.

Pa had said it would not take, chuckling and shaking his head as your mother shooed him away, reprimanding him for cursing the seedling before it had a chance to grow. And, with much love and dedication that your mother insisted on carrying out together, the small tree grew, and soon after, sprouted the shiny, red globes.

“I… I apologize for the sudden change of atmosphere, Ezra,” you say quietly, glancing up at him sheepishly and, to your surprise, are met with a gentle smile of understanding across his face.

“Please do not apologize for reminiscing upon your loved one. It is a hobby I frequently partake in. The memories… They are what keep them alive. No longer with us in the physical sense, yet they live in the grass, in the rivers. In the trees.”

“Like the Green?” You ask shyly as you pick at the stem of your apple.

“Yes. They are born again, just in a different form, but always here to remind you of life. Much like the apple tree is a reminder of your mother.”

You wonder to yourself if Ezra has been a victim of loss as well. The way he speaks of it seems as though he talks from experience, but you do not dare ask. As uncomfortable as it can be for you to speak about your mother, you’d hate to bring that discomfort to him as well. Yet… He speaks so openly, so calmly, that you feel yourself longing to open up.

“Perhaps if I dream of the Green, I would see my mother again,” you say under your breath, feeling the tears that have so long desired to flow build in your eyes with an unbearable pressure.

“You do not need to wait until your dreams, dear Sunflower. You only need to look around at the life surrounding you to know she is here. Close your eyes and she will appear.”

You only have the strength to nod, the lump stuck in your throat as thick as Pa’s dreadful grits he so enjoys making during the winter. A small laugh bubbles over as you remember the way your mother put up the facade of enjoying his grits only to empty them in a bucket to be fed to the cows at a later time.

You look back up at Ezra and he smiles, his eyes shining with compassion, no hint of judgement or scrutiny to be found, and the lump in your throat vanishes, comfort radiating from his person onto you like a warm, wool blanket.

“Would…” You hesitate, but an overwhelming urge to share with Ezra commands you to continue. “Would you like to see her?”

“I would love to,” he nods gently.

You smile softly, leaving your apple to rest in your lap while you carefully pull at the chain around your neck until the small locket emerges from underneath your blouse. You scoot closer to Ezra and he mimics your movement, leaning closer to you as well and you recognize that this is the first time he has been in such close proximity to you.

You shove the tip of your fingernail between the crevice of the locket until it pops open, revealing the black and white photograph of your mother that you yourself have not taken the opportunity to look at in far too long. The length of the chain is still too short for Ezra to get a proper look, so he leans in closer, your heads mere inches apart.

You feel your pulse thumping against your chest, the vein in your neck throbbing as you feel the heat emanating from him. He smells of cedarwood and the hay bed he sleeps on, a light scent of sweat from working the fields, and something almost sweet, a unique aroma to be found only on his person and no one else.

“She is very beautiful, Sunflower. It is as plain as the nose on my face that you are her daughter,” he compliments, backing away from you slowly and you giggle softly as you place the locket back into your blouse. “What is her name?”

“Emma,” you smile genuinely, for once feeling not one ounce of sadness as you say her name aloud.

“Emma. She is now the sun, moon, and stars that shine down on you, Sunflower.”

You smile once again and nod as you place your hand on your chest, feeling the cool metal press against the warm skin covering your sternum. You close your eyes and let the sun’s rays warm your cheeks as you take a deep breath, heeding Ezra’s thoughtful words and imagining that your mother is, indeed, the sun kissing your face.

“Thank you for allowing me to share my thoughts, Ezra,” you say after a beat of prolonged silence. As you look over at him, you see his head lowering, too, as if he had mimicked your action and let the warmth of the sun fall on his face as well.

“You have no need to thank me, dear one. I am elated you deemed me worthy to share your thoughts with. If you ever desire to share again, please know I am here,” he says softly as he smiles.

“You are a very good friend, Ezra. I am happy to know you.”

“And I, you.”

You look down at your lap to your forgotten apple, raising it to your mouth to take a bite and Ezra resumes eating his as well. Once you’ve both bitten down to the core, you both toss them into the river and you stand up, allowing the blood to circulate through your legs again before heading over to the tree.

You bend over to collect your bag along the way and your book falls from the opening as you stand straight. Before you are able to bend down to grab it, Ezra is already there, lifting it in his hands while he reads the cover.

“‘Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland’?” He smiles quizzically.

“I understand it is for children, but I quite enjoy the adventure and wonder of it,” you say, smiling from embarrassment.

“I do not judge what a young lady chooses to read in her spare time, Sunflower,” he grins as he hands the book to you. “I have yet to read this one. Will you read it aloud for me?”

“Yes,” you nod. “If you’d like.”

You both sit down in the grass, leaning your backs against the trunk of the oak tree as you find the page you last left off. The scene of Alice’s trial has Ezra suddenly captivated as to what caused Alice to be put on trial, unfairly it seemed. You do your best to explain, which only produces more questions from Ezra.

You giggle at his frustration over the treatment of this poor girl and decide to start the book over for Ezra to follow along, a genuine happiness washing over you at the thought of reading this story to Ezra for the weeks to come. He leans in closer, as though the distance you had between you previously was too far for him to hear you and you stumble over your words slightly.

You still do not understand this feeling overcoming you; the only thing you do understand is that you do not feel the need to place a guard around yourself as you do with the others in town. You want to share with Ezra, you feel comfortable enough with him already, though he has only been here for two weeks.

Yet, you feel as though you know him better than most around you and you feel that he understands you better than even your Pa. It frightens you, yet you have no desire to run from it, but rather towards it. A new path you find yourself carving into your mind.

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