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new year kiss series: jacob

[summary] it would be your first new years with jacob and your only concern is if he can kiss you without making you mad [words] 1.5k words

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“If I could have another of your raspberry cupcakes from Christmas, I wouldn’t.” Jacob joked with a giggle while trying to cover his gagging mouth with a fist.

“Stop it, oh my god.” You looked offended as you rolled your eyes at him. Your cupcakes weren’t even a fail, they all tasted good as commented by all of your friends at the party.

“Not if they looked ‘caked.’” His laugh grew louder as he didn’t see your swinging arm. Actually, he sensed it but couldn’t flinch away from getting slapped by it. He groaned in a squeek, his hand holding onto his arm with his puppy eyes.

“Jacob, please. It was only those with a raspberry inside.” You turned away for real this time, crossing your arms as you tried to distract yourself from his lame comments to the performers on the TV for the new year countdown.

“No, it was all of them.” He whispered with a snarky smirk but you caught it right away.

“Jacob!” You shouted, having enough his him dissing your baking skills before you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and pushed him down onto the couch. He couldn’t breathe as he tried to pull you back but it was no use. “What did I tell you? Stop, didn’t I?”

“Ah! Don’t! I was just kidding!” Jacob tried to reason but you kept your arms tightly behind him, poking your chin against his shoulder blade. In defense, he yelled for help, catching some of your friends around. Of course, some of them laugh before going back to their circles but if he had to call for someone specifically, it would be Sangyeon.

Sangyeon headed toward the scene, watching you tangled over Jacob. His eyes slightly widened as if it was a usual scene between you both then he ended up smiling like a proud friend.

“Whoa, what’s happening here?” You turned your head to Sangyeon, following Jacob.

“Nothing.” You answered, your lips smiling widely. You got up from Jacob, your face blushing as you sat back to where you were, eyes roaming the floor then to the TV. It got quiet all of a sudden when you looked at Sangyeon, who was still standing there with a weird expression.

“You sure it’s nothing?” Sangyeon asked, watching Jacob pleading his eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You smiled and nodded quickly.

Sangyeon stared for another second before he walked away. He took a glance back at Jacob, who whispered to him, “Thank you.”

Sangyeon laughed when he saw you rolling your eyes with a distorted smirk. He turned away before you held a fist up close to Jacob’s face. “Do you want to get it?”

“Get what?” Jacob asked in a flirty way, giving your an obvious look after flinching. His smirk was getting into you so you shook your head again.

“Jacob please stop that before I ask Sangyeon to punch your face.”

“Do it then~” Jacob mumbled playfully as if he was scared of you. His pouty lips were annoying you as you strangled your arms around him again as all you could hear was his laugh. You couldn’t help but giggle with him. This happens so often that he always manages to make you laugh somehow, even after a few disses over what you love to do because at the end of the day, he was always there for you.

Throughout the night, he continued to bother you, making you blushing out of nowhere. Of course, when you met his eyes from across the room, he smooched his lips at you before you rolled your eyes away. You didn’t mind at all because he’s usually playful but somehow today, you wished he’d be more romantic because you knew everyone was doing the new year kiss. You wanted it to be special since it’ll be your first time spending it together. You hoped that he could read your mind when you tried to waste time talking to friends at the party.

A few hours later, about 10 minutes before the clock hits 12, you lost Jacob from the living. Luckily, you found him standing outside on Sangyeon’s small porch. Good thing the winter weather wasn’t that cold but he still shivered a bit in his comfy sweater after a nice hot cocoa that Sangyeon made for everyone. Once you came through the slide door and into the porch, a soft smile flashes on his lips.

“Why are you out here?” You asked as you made your way to him. He was leaning onto the edge of the rail, his back facing you.

“I was waiting for you.” His sweet voice bloomed through the cool air. He waited for you to get to him before taking your hand, finally intertwining your fingers together.

Your fainted laugh made Jacob blush. You could barely see it as the only light that flashed at their sides was the light coming from the dining room inside through the slide door. The atmosphere was so different when there wasn't anyone around (or when he was in a soft mood unlike earlier), but you asked, “Aren’t you cold?”

“No.” His head tilted a little, one eyes slightly closing as he made his point. “It’s not that cold right now.”

You rubbed your arm though, feeling the breeze brushing your cheeks. You huddled in closer to him, eyes shining at him. “But I’m cold.”

Those kinds of words always warm his heart as he pulled you into his embrace, his arms connecting your bodies together tightly. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth against him when he rested his chin over your head. He could feel your warm breath against his neck, tickling him as he smiled with a sigh then he asked in a quiet tone, “Are you still cold?”

You nodded, wanting to stay like that for a bit longer but he pulled you back slowly just to meet your sparkling eyes. There was soft curve on his lips that you noticed, knowing that it was coming soon.

“We’re supposed to be inside.” Your pout made him smile. He came closer to you, watching the galaxy in your eyes just a little bit closer.

“I know, but you were taking too long.” He replied, one of his eyes slightly shut as if he was winking at you.

“You can’t even wait for me for like, 2 minutes?” You laughed, shaking your head with your grin.

“Of course I can but it’s a special day, you know?” Jacob lightly snuggled his nose at the tip of yours, your breath touching his lips already. He moved back to meet your eyes again and whispered, “It’s our first new years together.”

“Got plans?”

Jacob shook his head at your lame joke because it was obviously new years in a few seconds. You both already made plans for tomorrow (or today) as he sighed softly, gazing into the love you’re sending to his eyes. “Of course, more than just what I’m about to do next.”

You could hear Juyeon and his partner counting down the time as your fingers curled at the fabric of his sweater at his upper arms, hands hiding in your paws. You couldn’t look away from him as his glance moved down slowly to your lips, catching your parting lips. You knew you were caught but you wanted it this way, being as romantic as ever. You could hear your own heart beating in your ears when your eyes saw him inhaling the love of the air.

Jacob moved in, tilting his head a bit until his cold trembling lips tangle with yours. His head hung down so you didn’t have to move much from the way he was guiding you. One of his hands stayed pressed at your hips and the other lightly touching the back of your neck after a short trip up your back. The touch brought chills down your spine as he could feel the heat forming on your cheeks. When he made another loop with his jaws, he took a step until your feet were right next to each other as you almost lost your balance when his chest pushed you. You gripped harder at his sweater, taking his hard kiss as you stayed lingering at his cold lips that you craved to warm it up as your lips move in sync with his.

The session stopped when you both felt tips of wet-coldness on your cheeks. You looked up after opening your eyes to see that it was snowing. You grinned as Jacob smiled, being the first to steal your eyes first before you could steal his.

“It’s so beautiful.” Jacob’s whisper against the cold air as you giggled at the sight, your heart still racing from kiss then you looked back at him when he confessed, “You’re beautiful.”

“Jacob, please stop that already.” You blushed as you laughed. Your fingers began to loosen and some of them tapped at his arm when you asked, “Should we go inside?”

“No, let’s just stay like this for a while.” He shook his head as you gave him a puzzled look. He quickly planted a kiss on your cheek then whispered, “Happy new year.”

To make this sweet moment last, your lips twitched into a cozy smile after saying the same back. You rested your head onto his chest as you both looked through the darkened air where the snow lit your visions. Even though there would be plenty of cuddles tomorrow, you sighed, hoping to go inside soon because you were still cold.

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starbudspresents · 7 years

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DGM225 - Translation Notes

It’s (finally) that time again! After six long months, we have a new chapter to chew on, and it’s more than half a dozen pages long. One could weep. :’P

I’d like to thank the StarBuds team for working so hard and so enthusiastically with me on this. You guys are my heroes. (@krorys, @shinylyni, @togaochi, and our very welcome new friend @1000glaceons) Read the chapter HERE!

Now: if you’re so inclined, please venture below the cut for some notes on our translation choices and the inevitable untranslatable odds and ends.

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1.) As discussed in the last few chapters, the word I've been translating as "connection" here is 因縁 innen, which has a wide range of potential meanings: fate, destiny, tie, bond, connection, origin, pretext, justification, even the Buddhist concept of "hetu and prataya" (the direct causes and indirect conditions underlying each event). Some of those obviously don't work in context, but the rest were a tossup. I went with what I felt was the safest guess; if that connection turns out to be a destiny, I can clarify that later. :P

2.) I pondered Wisely's "voice" long and hard. He speaks in an old, humble sort of way, like everyone's mild-mannered grandpa. That serves as a reminder that his memories go back a much longer way than his apparent age would suggest. He is old in a way that very few characters in this are. (Road might be the only living match for him, if she is indeed still the first incarnation of the Dream memory, but that’s still no better than a guess.)

3.) So we have a glimpse of Bookman in captivity, presumably shortly before he made his escape, and the reveal that Bookman's escape was due to Wisely's actions in some way. Either Wisely did something that made the risks of an escape attempt worth it for Bookman, or he actually helped Bookman get free. Considering Wisely's nature, I've guessed that previous incarnations might have known the Bookmen, and possibly even this Bookman. If so, did he let a friend go out of sentimentality? Or did he just slip up and create an opportunity? Once again, every answer we get gives rise to five more questions.

4.) Then there's Wisely's annoyingly cryptic comment on Tyki's search for answers: - ワタシから聞かずとも、ジョイド、おぬしはいずれ思い知るの。。。飲み込まれよう　そして引き摺られ - watashi kara kikazu tomo, Joido, onushi wa izure omoishiru no... nomikomare you, soshite hikizurare

More literally translated: Even if you don’t hear it from me, Joido, you’ll realize on your own... as if engulfed, then forcibly dragged. So Tyki’s going to find out how he's connected to Nea whether he wants to or not, and knowing that is going to drag him off the course his life has taken so far, but to where? No idea. We only know that it will change things for him, somehow.

5.) The next couple of pages had me clutching my chest and wheezing hoarsely amid a tumult of complicated emotions. Mana's confused, desperate yearning! Nea's seemingly contradictory murderous love! All of... that. THAT. AUGH.

6.) Tyki accepts responsibility in part for the Earl getting away from him and Wisely and then finding his way to Nea. Since what's done is done, though, Tyki thinks maybe he can get some answers directly from the source, rather than from a tight-lipped (and now escaped) Bookman. So he extends the most fraught invitation to tea in the history of the world. I’m going to bet he didn’t ask anyone else’s opinion on that idea first because... uh.

7.) Wisely and the Earl head out, and meanwhile, Link hits Fiidora with half an arsenal of arcane techniques all at once. Fii-tan, understandably, cries uncle. He didn't attack Link out of malice, he just needed to get the Earl free, and once that was done he had no beef remaining. He's... odd. Almost childlike, in an unsettling way. Very laid back, as Link noted. Naturally I love him.

8.) Speaking of Link, both of those spells were new!

"Needlebeak" is written 嘴針, an invented compound of the kanji for "beak" and "needle(s)", is read shibari, which is homophonous with the word for "binding," 縛り shibari. Good old Hoshino-sensei and her wordplay.

"Hundred-Feather Drill" is written 百羽錬成 (Hyappa Rensei), and is pretty literal. That's drill as in train, practice, rehearse, by the way; almost as if summoning a hundred feathers for a hundred different purposes was a practice technique he managed to weaponize. Wouldn't put it past him.

"The Hundredth: Deny" is a funny one. It's written 百式：禁 (Hyakushiki: Kin) but read Hakushiki: Kinji according to the furigana. The furigana reading is therefore very likely to be another play on words, but this one’s a bit beyond me, possibly.

The kanji on their own mean "hundred," "formula/style/ceremony," and "ban/prohibition." I went with "Hundreth" instead of "Hundred Styles" because it's almost certainly part of the Hundred-Feather Drill, and shiki is an older adjective suffix. So, this is the hundredth feather of the drill, and its purpose is prohibition/rejection/denial. “Deny” sounded cooler than “prohibition” and was less easy to mistake for Japanese than “ban,” so.

As for the furigana reading of that final kanji (kinji rather than the correct kin): there are a number of possible meanings for kinji, including "approximation" (aka. "-ish"), "recent events" and "attendance (upon someone)."

With that in mind, it occurred to me that hakushiki, if heard aloud, would normally be assumed to mean "extensive/profound knowledge." Following that, the only meaning for kinji that makes sense is "recent events." Which leaves us with Extensive Knowledge: Recent Events no Jutsu. I can't guarantee this is definitely the joke she was making, but I chewed on it for easily two hours and this was the best I came up with. If any of you happen to know what reference she was making here, by all means let me know, haha.

9.) Aaaaaand there goes Nea, doing the most idiotically reckless thing he possibly could... unless he knows something about how Innocence works that the others don't. He doesn't seem all that worried that it's going to devour him and self-destruct by way of the Fall — I doubt he'd do this just because he's mildly annoyed about a nickname if he thought that was a likely consequence at all — but why not?

(Translating his lines in this scene were the most fun I've had in forever, incidentally, and I hope it shows. He’s like an apoplectic kitty, hissing and scratching without actually doing any damage whatsoever thus far. I love him.)

10.) Teeechnically Nea just says "eat food with you?" but Fiidora mentioned teatime earlier so I took a little creative liberty in order to get Nea's withering tone across properly. FUCK YO CRUMPETS

11.) "Back-from-the-dead guise" is awkward as fuck, I know, but bear with me. What he said in the raws was 天性したおまえのその姿, tenseishita omae no sono sugata. Tensei is straight-up reincarnation; the transmigration of souls, the cycle of rebirth, all that. The rest says "that form of yours." We don't really say "form" in English that way, and Nea's very glib, so I went with "back-from-the-dead guise" because Nea's implying that Tyki is wearing his own God-given face like it’s a costume of someone dead and gone. Which it is. Nea’s not too chuffed about seeing his old face prancing around on some oblivious baby Noah, clearly.

12.) Re: the next panel: holy cake-baking christ

(@Noah: consider calming ur tit perhaps)

13.) Our very own Inspector Obvious, Howard Link, explains to Nea what a terrible goddamn idea this is, and Nea thanks him with -- wait for it -- MORE SARCASM. Link then announces that he will exhaust his strength attempting to stop Nea from doing this STUPID, STUPID thing. (The raws say 力尽く, which means "with all one's might" in the dictionary but the kanji literally say "strength + entirely exhaust," so. He intends a no-holds-barred takedown here. If there were any folding metal chairs around he’d be going for them.)

14.) haha oh god here we go, where's the kleenex, fuck

15.) So now we know what the time difference was like for Allen: he took Johnny's hand back there in the inn, but has only just now actually managed to emerge, and as far as he knows it's been no time at all. Wonder how long he'll manage to stay on the horse this time? (Hopefully, at least long enough to get to the Campbell mansion and find Katerina, as per Cross' suggestion.)

16.) I don't really have a lot to say about the next few pages except that I sobbed my way through translating what few lines there were. THEY HAVE SUCH A LOVE. Also Johnny is a reckless idiot, what was he planning to do?? Cushion Allen's landing with his own body?? Actually now that I think about it that's probably exactly what he intended. Fuck that, no, bye.

17.) That one page with the huge untranslated sound effect is noted in our translation gdoc as [Johnny screaming across entire page] and that was a general #mood for the whole job tbh.

18.) MORE EMOTIONS, SOBBING, WEEPING, ETC.

19.) Tiny note: the MS scanlation has Allen's little comment in response to Johnny's head-hug as "heavy" and I chose "can't breathe," but they both suit the purpose well enough. The raw just said くるしい kurushii, an expression of pain/discomfort which could have been due to either the weight or the smothering or both. :P

20.) Speaking of pain: ow @ Link’s face in that last panel. He got one thing he wanted (Allen's victory, snatched even from the teeth of defeat, a ray of hope for him re: his own probable future as Nea's next vessel) but lost something else he needed (Nea in control, so that Link might conspire with him and carry out Lvellie's commands). He's still torn, and not getting mended any. Wonder how long he'll manage to keep balancing on that knife's edge.

That's about it, I think! If anyone wants more kanji/kana transcriptions from the raws so they can double-check things for themselves, I'll be happy to provide them! I may also be open to answering meta questions here, though I'm currently on hiatus on my main. :)

Hope you've all enjoyed our release of this long-awaited and suitably glorious chapter! Please stick with us as we work to get the Re:Gray project (full rescanlation from the beginning, with the benefit of all we've learned so far!) off the ground. It's going to be fun, I promise. ♥

♦ panthaleia

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imagineteamfreewill · 7 years

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Heart - Part 2

Title: Heart - Part 2

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 4,714

Warnings: Fainting

Theme Song: Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Summary: After ending up in the Winchester’s world for a day, you spend every day wondering how they are, until a year later, when you somehow find your way back.

A/N: I wrote the first part of Heart a year ago as a birthday gift for myself, and a few people asked for a continuation! I figured it couldn’t hurt to expand my daydream a little bit more. This is also unbeta’d, so any mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

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Your job at the bakery was a blessing. Not only had you not had to interview or submit a resume, but you hadn’t even applied for the job; a friend had recommended you before moving out of state, and you’d been offered the position, no questions asked. You loved your new boss, and the job paid well, which was exactly what you needed to tide you over until you could find something better. That being said, it was hard work sometimes, and your birthday was no exception.

The girl who normally worked the morning shift had taken the weekend off, and of course, that meant you were working a nine-hour shift instead of your usual three-hour one. Tomorrow you were working nine hours as well. While you’d normally be happy about the opportunity to get some extra practice on your baking skills and the chance to earn more money, you’d been hoping to spend the majority of your birthday with your friends and family, not with hot ovens, dirty dishes, and indecisive customers.

Sighing, you switched off the annoying oven timer and opened the double doors to check on the cupcakes you were baking. They weren’t done yet, so you turned the pan around and reset the timer, silently dreading the obnoxious buzzing it would interrupt you within a few minutes.

A summer storm was brewing outside, and through the front windows, you could see the dark clouds hovering low, ready to drop their stores of rain on the farmland that wound its way through your little town. You scowled, a little upset at the sight. It always managed to storm on your birthday, and though you needed the rain, you still wished that it would grow sunny again so you could have a happy, warm birthday for once.

“Hi Y/N!”

You turned, smiling politely when you saw your boss, Martha, pushing through the saloon doors into the kitchen. She was holding a card in one hand and an armful of bags with the other, and you quickly rushed around the stainless steel worktables to help her.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!” she said, holding out the card for you. You took it, then took a few bags from her so she could readjust the ones she still held. Martha gave you a grateful smile and instructed you to just set them down and open the card.

“Thank you so much for the card,” you told her as you sat down on one of the wooden stools. She nodded and watched as you opened the envelope and read the brief message inside. Smiling, you dropped it into the pocket of your apron and stood to get back to work.

“There’s a cake for you to take home to your family in the cooler,” Martha said, gesturing over to the tall refrigerators that lined the far wall.

Nodding, you gave her another smile and picked up the sponge you’d been using to wash dishes before the oven timer had gone off. Martha went into the back office to do work, leaving you alone, and you had just finished washing the last round cake pan when you heard the telltale buzz of the timer. You rinsed out the sponge and set it back in its spot, then walked over to the oven. Much to your surprise, the timer still had five minutes left, and you frowned in confusion. You could steal hear the buzzing; it was growing louder with each passing second, and you blinked when the number on the dial grew fuzzy. After a moment, they returned to normal and the buzzing subsided.

Maybe I need to have some water, you thought as you crossed to the far worktable to grab your water bottle, dismissing the strange sound and blurry vision. I’m probably just dehydrated.

“Y/N, have you finished those kolaczkis?” Martha asked, appearing in the doorway of her office. You nodded and picked up your bottle. Martha frowned at you from where she stood. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you replied, smiling a little at her. Taking a sip from your bottle, you wiped your free hand off on your apron, then looked down at the flour-covered fabric. I’m gonna have to take this home and wash it before my shift tomorrow. The buzzing was back, and you reached up with one hand to rub your eye when you realized that your water bottle was blurry, just like the knob on the oven.

“Y/N!”

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The buzzing had disappeared in an instant, as had the bakery, and you suddenly found yourself surrounded by darkness and the sound of a low rumble. You could tell you were laying on your side on something soft, but it was too dark to tell exactly where you were. Slowly, you pushed your hands out in front of you, only to be met by something warm, hard, and solid. It was soft, however, and you carefully moved your hand over its surface. The rumbling seemed to be coming from whatever the hard thing was. It almost sounds like someone snoring, you thought. Where the hell am I?

You hadn’t even had a chance to explore the surface very far when you found yourself being pinned down on your back. A light appeared to your right, and a short, surprised laugh came from whoever, or whatever, had flipped you over.

“Y/N?”

“Dean?” you asked, immediately recognizing his voice. “Oh my— Oh my God!”

Dean’s hands moved away from your wrists and you felt him climb off your body. After a moment, another light turned on and the room was completely illuminated. Dean stood off to the left of his bed, still in his pajamas, with a wide, disbelieving smile plastered on his face. You laughed, launching yourself off the mattress into his arms. He hugged you tightly, then pulled away to look at you.

“I can’t believe you’re back! God, I missed you! You look exactly the same as you did last year!” he cried. Dean hadn’t stopped smiling since he’d discovered you laying in his bed, and you didn’t blame him. You’d missed him terribly, too.

“Thank you?” you laughed, unsure if what he had said was a compliment.

Shaking his head, Dean chuckled and pulled you into his arms once more. “That’s definitely a good thing,” he replied. “Definitely a good thing.”

“Dean? What’s going on? It’s three in the morning…”

The bedroom door opened to reveal Sam standing in the bleary, dark hallway on the other side. He was wearing pajamas too, and his hair was mussed from sleep, and you realized that the boys were probably getting some much-needed rest when you’d suddenly appeared in Dean’s room. Sam, however, seemed to quickly forget the rude awakening when his eyes landed on you. His whole face brightened as he gave you a wide, albeit sleepy, smile.

“Y/N! When did you get here? How did you get here?” he asked. Sam stepped into the room and gave you a quick hug.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but you couldn’t force yourself to stop. “I don’t know! I was just at work and then I opened my eyes and I was here!” you said. “I didn’t even realize it was so early in the morning for you guys, I’m so sorry!”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. We’re glad you’re back. I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever come back,” Dean admitted. Sam nodded in agreement.

“Me too,” you replied softly.

The three of you stood in silence for a minute before Sam cleared his throat. “Well, I’m gonna head back to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, okay, Y/N? I mean, later in the morning?”

You chuckled and nodded, watching him leave. The original excitement of being back in his world was beginning to wear off, and suddenly the room felt a lot smaller than before now that it was just you and Dean.

The two of you had left things off on a very intimate note, but now that it had been a year, things felt different—awkward. You felt like a stranger, almost, and you could tell that Dean was feeling it too. The separation hadn’t done anyone any good. Silently, you wondered if you would get to spend longer than a day here this time, or if you’d have to deal with one day of being together, followed by a year apart, for the rest of your life. Will I even get to come back again after this? Or is this just a two-time thing?

“Y/N?”

You lifted your gaze from the floor to meet Dean’s eyes.

“Do you wanna lay back down?” he asked, sounding somewhat nervous. Relieved that he was making the first move, you nodded.

Dean relaxed and turned off the lamp on his desk before taking your hand in his and leading you back over to the side of the bed. It was then that you realized you were still wearing your work uniform—complete with your royal blue apron, non-slip shoes, and the pristine white bandana that held back your hair. Dean raised an eyebrow at you when he saw you glance down at your attire, and you gave him a nervous laugh.

“I work at a bakery now,” you mumbled, self-consciously adjusting the bandana that held back your hair.

Dean grinned and nodded in response, then turned you around. His fingers moved deftly to untie the bow that held your apron around your waist, and once he’d stripped that from your body, you toed off the shoes and tossed your bandana onto the small pile of your clothing that now rested on the floor beside Dean’s bed.

Following his lead, you allowed Dean to pull you onto the bed beside him, then let him lay you down so your back was pressed against his hard chest. His arm snaked over your waist so he could hold you closer, and you found yourself smiling. Reaching over, you pressed the switch to turn off the lamp, submerging the room in darkness once more.

It only took him a few moments to find your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. You smiled to yourself and closed your eyes.

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“Y/N… Wake up, beautiful…”

Smiling softly, you allowed your eyes to flutter open, and you were greeted by the sight of Dean’s bright green eyes staring back at you.

“Hey,” you murmured. “I’m still here.”

“Isn’t it great?” Dean asked, a wide smile stretching across his face.

You nodded in response and snuggled closer, pressing your face against his chest as his arms wrapped around you. Things between the two of you felt normal again, and relief flooded you as you snuggled up against him. You felt his legs tangling with yours, then his chin pressing against the top of your head. Secretly, you’d always imagined that cuddling with Dean would be like this—warm, safe, and sleepy-soft—and you’d never felt happier than you did in that moment.

“Dean?” you whispered. He hummed in response, one of his hands running up and down your back in long, soothing motions. “Are you hungry?” He hummed again, clearly content to simply lay in bed with you. “I’ll make you some homemade biscuits if you get up…”

Dean was crawling out of the bed in a heartbeat, and you couldn’t hold back your laugh as you followed him and got to your feet. The smile on his face was contagious, and you found yourself smiling as well.

After tossing you a red and blue flannel—from 10x12, you remembered—that you could wear over your thin shirt, Dean went and grabbed his own clothes from the chair against the wall. You pretended not to notice when he sniffed the clothes to see if they smelled from prior use, and you definitely pretended not to notice when he began to strip off his pajamas to change into the new clothes. However, you couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance of his broad shoulders, and you’d be lying if you said your mouth hadn’t gone dry at the sight of his tan, freckle-littered skin. He turned around just as you were wetting your lips to get rid of the dry feeling, and you felt your cheeks flush pink when he gave you a cocky smile.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” he asked.

You laughed self-consciously and fidgeted with the long sleeves of his flannel. “You already know I like you, Dean,” you replied, offering him a little smile. “So I guess you already know the answer to that question, too.”

Dean grinned and laughed at that. Grabbing your hand, he led you down the hall to the kitchen. You didn’t need him to lead you, of course, you’d memorized the layout of the bunker the last time you’d appeared in their universe, and during the first moment of free time you’d had after going back to your own, you’d drawn out a map of the place so you could have it as a little memento.

Sam was sitting at the table when you and Dean walked into the kitchen. He looked up when he heard you come in, giving the two of you a warm smile.

“Hey, Y/N! Sorry I wasn’t really awake when you showed up earlier this morning…”

“It’s okay,” you laughed. “I understand why you weren’t. How are you?”

Shrugging, Sam watched as you opened the fridge and began to pull out the ingredients you needed to make the biscuits you’d promised Dean. Once you had everything you would need from the fridge and the various cabinets, you tied your hair back so it would be out of the way and began to make the first thing on your list—biscuits.

Moving around the bunker kitchen felt natural to you, and soon you were cooking up a storm. The oven was occupied by both the homemade biscuits and blueberry scones, while you had grits and your famous no-bake peanut butter oatmeal cookies cooking on the stove. Neither brother made to interrupt you, but you realized during a lull in the baking process that both of them were watching you from the kitchen table as they sipped their morning coffee.

“What?” you asked, tucking a stray piece of hair back behind your ear.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before Dean spoke up. “Nothing,” he said. He took a sip from his mug and set it back down, then continued. “You just look so at home here. It’s like you’ve lived here longer than we have.”

You felt another blush growing in your cheeks. “Well, I mean, I guess I just… Watch the show a lot? And it’s only logical where you keep things, so everything that I needed was pretty easy to find, and I work in a bakery so that might be part of it because I’m pretty good at baking and it’s natural for me now so…” You trailed off, suddenly fully aware that you were rambling.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We’re not mad at you or anything. It’s just interesting,” Sam told you. He gave you a gentle smile before downing the rest of his coffee and letting out a satisfied sigh. Standing, he went over to the sink and set the mug down, then squeezed your shoulder.

“It really is good to have you back. I hope you get to stay longer this time. I’d love to hear about what’s different in your world compared to ours, as well as if you have any opinions about—”

“Dude! She’s not going to sit and discuss nerdy stuff with you all day!” Dean interrupted. He picked up his own mug and placed it in the sink as well, sliding an arm around your waist when he was done. The action seemed natural to him, and you bit down on your lower lip to hide your giddy smile.

“Whatever, dude.” Sam rolled his eyes, then gave you another smile. “But I really would like to talk with you at some point, that is if Dean ever gives you a moment to yourself.”

You laughed a little and nodded, smiling. “I’d love to chat, Sam. I’ll come find you later on, okay?”

Sam nodded and grabbed a handful of your leftover blueberries from the bowl on the counter, then left you and Dean alone in the kitchen.

Once he’d completely disappeared from view, Dean pulled you so you were no longer tucked into his side, but rather pressed up against his front. You smiled up at him in surprise, pleasantly surprised by how close he was keeping you despite your year-long absence.

“I missed you,” he murmured, leaning down slightly to rest his forehead against yours. Smiling, you reached up to wrap your arms around Dean’s neck, giggling a little when he suddenly pressed his lips against yours.

“What was that for?” you asked once he’d pulled away.

“I just wanted to see if you got any sweeter, considering you’re working at a bakery and all,” Dean replied.

Laughing, you let your head tilt back as Dean pulled you even tighter against his body. “Dean!” you cried. “You’re gonna have to let me go so I can stir the cookies and the gravy!”

“Nah, they’ll be fine. They can go a few minutes without you. I’ve gone a whole year without you.”

Dean kissed you again, this time a bit more urgently. You kissed back, but when he finally separated from you long enough for you to catch your breath, something in the back of your mind flashed in warning. He’s only met me once. Why is he so affectionate toward me? Slowly, you put your hands on Dean’s chest and pushed him back, stepping out of his arms and letting out a long, slow breath.

A confused look flashed across his face, and for a brief moment, you could’ve sworn there was a spark of hurt in his green eyes. Guilt formed a lump in your throat, but you swallowed it and stared Dean down.

“Dean,” you began, “why are you being so… Romantic? You’ve only met me once before. Why are you acting like this?”

Dean stayed quiet for a moment, thinking it over. Finally, he replied, “I don’t know. There’s just something about you that just seems so… Right.” You didn’t respond, unsure of what to say to that. No one had ever said something that even remotely resembled Dean’s words, and it gave you both the warm-fuzzies and an unsettling nervousness.

“Dean…”

“I talked to Cas, Y/N. After you left. He said that your necklace links you to us and that it’s no coincidence. You wouldn't have ended up here in our universe if this isn’t… Isn’t someplace you belong. You belong here. With me, and with Sam and with everyone else you know from the show in your world. That’s why everything here feels so natural to you.”

“No, Dean. No!” The words coming from your mouth shocked you. Less than a few days ago, you would’ve given anything to come back to the Winchesters’ world, but to now hear that the life you’d worked so hard to build for yourself wasn’t your life at all… It made you want to cry, despite the fact that you knew deep down that he was telling the truth. Everything did feel natural.

“No?” he whispered. Dean sounded heartbroken, and you didn’t blame him. He’d gone through so much and been rejected so many times by so many people, but it would be reckless to stay in a world like his. You couldn’t live in a fantasy world when there were people back home counting on you, like your parents. They need me, you thought, your heart heavy. I can’t stay in a place where I could get killed. Who knows what would happen back in my world if I died here?

“No, Dean,” you repeated, your voice quiet. You didn’t dare speak any louder for fear that he hear just how damaging the words truly were to you.

“Y/N…”

Dean reached out to grab your arm, but you pulled away and took another step back. Quickly, you turned off the pots on the stove and pulled the half-baked biscuits and scones from the oven with one of the oven mitts you’d left strewn across the counter. The cookie sheets clattered loudly on the counter as you set them down, rushing to get out.

“I’m gonna— I’m gonna go for a walk, okay? I’ll be back later.” Your voice shook as you spoke, but all you could think about was getting out of the kitchen and out of the bunker. Being around Dean made it so you couldn’t think clearly; your head was screaming no, but your heart was shouting at you that he was telling the truth. Things felt right when you were with Dean, and there was no denying it.

You didn’t give Dean a chance to speak before you hurried out of the kitchen and down the hall. Sam tried to speak when you passed him in the library, but you just walked faster and took the stairs in twos. By the time you were outside, tears were blurring your vision and a harsh sob was building in your throat.

After taking a few deep breaths to try and collect yourself, you stepped out onto the shoulder of the road and began to walk. You weren’t sure which way Lebanon was, but you had a good feeling that eventually you’d run into a town, no matter which way you took.

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Sometime after you’d started walking, it began to rain. Your watch told you it had been three hours, and you were exhausted, but you couldn’t stop. Instead, you just trudged on in the dirt that was quickly turning into mud as the rain poured down from the heavy skies above you.

The three hours of walking had given you plenty of time to think. In that time, you’d come to the decision that you’d been right all along; staying here with Dean was dangerous. You’d read plenty of tumblr posts about how he was a deadly and dangerous man, despite the many soft, redeeming qualities that you normally associated with him, and a part of you deep down knew that someday, somehow, the unpredictable nature of Dean Winchester would flare up and you’d be left in the dust. You couldn’t live with something like that, you decided, and so you kept walking.

“Y/N!”

The shout of your name from behind was distinct, even over the sound of pouring rain, and you began to quicken your steps when the voice registered as Dean’s. In a moment, the rumble of the Impala came into earshot as well, and you listened as he pulled to the side of the road somewhere behind you.

“Y/N! Stop!”

Dean slammed the Impala door and you heard his heavy footsteps squelching in the mud. You walked on, ignoring him. His hand on your arm, however, forced you to stop, and he turned you around, not releasing you.

“Let me go, Dean,” you ordered, not caring if your voice had any fight left in it. Fighting against Dean was useless. Not only would he win in a physical fight, but you knew that he would try to use logic against you as well. The storm, your lack of direction in his world, and your overall lack of resources and protection were all weakness he could point out, and you knew he’d noticed all of them.

“No, Y/N! I’m not letting you go! You are the only good thing that’s happened to me in the past two years, and I— When Cas said that you belonged here, and after you said all those things that you thought about me, my first thought was that I’d finally be able to start a life with someone who wasn’t afraid of me! You’re not afraid of my past, you’re not afraid of how damaged I am! I don’t have to explain myself to you because you know everything there is to know about me!” Dean shouted.

His voice was almost drowned out by the storm, but you still managed to hear the yearning in his words. Dean wanted you. By now, you were holding onto his arms, wanting more than anything to kiss him, but something was still stopping you.

“I— I don’t know everything about you, Dean! I don’t know everything, and I want to know, but I have family, and I have a job, and I— I don’t know! This is all so fast for me!” you cried. “How do I know I’m not going to be like all those girls that you’ve hooked up with in the past? I can’t take that, Dean! I’m not just someone that you can have a one-night stand with and then drop me off at the nearest bus station! I have no place to go back to if you want me to go! I don’t even know how long I’ll be able to stay here, or if I’ll be able to stay at all!”

At a loss for words, Dean simply pulled you closer and kissed you hard. After a moment, you melted against him, letting his lips move against yours. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip and you moaned.

A loud crack of thunder made you jump, and you suddenly found yourself clinging to Dean, rather than kissing him. He laughed, soft and low, before prying you off of him.

“You’re okay, Y/N. I’ve got you. Let’s get in the car, okay? We don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want just yet, plus I think it’s going to be hard to drive with the rain coming down so hard,” he said, shielding his eyes so he could peer up at the skies.

Nodding, you grabbed Dean’s hand and started walking toward the car. He opened the backseat for you, letting you climb in before climbing in himself and shutting the door. You couldn’t help the smile that came across your face as you soaked in the warm, leather smell of the car’s interior, then ran your hand across the top of the bench seats. Turning around, you grinned wider when you saw the two sets of initials scratched into the car, and one by one you checked off the items in the car that came from Sam and Dean’s rough childhood.

Dean watched you intently, and you could tell when you caught his eyes that he knew what was going through your head.

“Oh come on,” you teased. “If you knew everything about my life, you’d do the same thing.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know everything,” Dean replied, raising an eyebrow at you.

You blushed. “Well, almost everything.”

A hush fell over the two of you, and you looked down, playing with a loose button on the flannel you were still wearing. After a few minutes, Dean reached over and took your hand in his.

“Y/N, I don’t know how long you’re going to be able to stay, but I can promise that I’m not going to just dump you somewhere after a little while,” he said. His green eyes were soft and earnest, and you found yourself being drawn in by both his words and the loving expression on his face. “I love you, Y/N. I know that sounds crazy because I’ve only met you once before, but I know that I’m meant to be with you.”

The buzzing sound from the bakery filled your head again, and panic welled up in your throat.

“Dean? Dean, I think I’m going back.” You tightened your grip on his hands. “Dean, I’m sorry, I don’t want to go back, I love you too! I love him!” You shouted up at the car’s ceiling, hoping someone with some power could keep you here. The Impala was growing blurry around you, as if it were a watercolor picture being melded into its surroundings by the pouring rain. Aren’t those the magic words? Isn’t that what’s supposed to keep me here in stories like these?

“Please! I love him!” you pleaded. “I love him!”

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How to Rock an Apron (Part 2) - A Klance High School AU

I was hoping to finish this up in 2 parts, but alas, the words started getting away from me yet again. i decided to break it up and post this part in celebration of S2 (there are no spoilers though, so you’re safe). You can find part 1 HERE. There will be one more part after this, and it’s almost finished, so yay! Thanks again to the friends who cheered this on while it was happening.

The hell of it was, the bastard was right. It was unfair - really, really unfair Keith's poor beleaguered sanity interjected - how attractive Lance managed to make the same apron every other student was wearing look. The same criminally pink shade that made the rest of them look ill somehow complimented Lance's hair and skin and made them look luminous. The cut that didn't work on anyone else made his shoulders broader, his waist thinner, and his legs longer - something about the lines it created suggested bendy to Keith's brain, but Keith suspected his brain was a filthy pervert.

He should look just as ridiculous as the rest of them - and in a way he did - but the way he owned it the way other kids tried to do and failed utterly took the absurdity and flipped it on its head and left Lance looking stupidly hot. The combination of his brazenness and the frills and his dirty grin and his ridiculous fucking face somehow added up to an overall look that was somewhere between adorable and filthy hot to the point of obscenity.

The things Keith had imagined doing to Lance in that apron, on top of that apron, using that apron as a prop, would haunt him for the rest of his life. Or until his dick fell off from over-handling.

Of course there was no way he was actually telling Lance any of that. He was horny and pathetic not suicidal, thank you. Although there was something in the air between them, something pregnant and pulsing, a tension that felt delicious in its pressure but so close to popping Keith didn't know if there was anything they could do to maintain it. He really didn't want to anyway. He raised a gently mocking eyebrow. "Strangely, you have found a way to make it work for you."

Grinning, Lance fluttered his eyelashes outrageously. "Of course I do." He smoothed his hands over the stretch of the apron over his hips. "I'm the prettiest princess in all the land."

He said that without an ounce of shame, or humor, or anything else that indicated it was supposed to be a joke or something. Keith seriously fucking loved that about him. Lance legitimately did not care about how "masculine" he was or if others perceived him as feminine. Their second week of school, some dumb jock had thought he'd come up with a real zinger when he told Lance, "only girls take Home Ec dude, you a girl now or something, Sanchez?" and Lance had just looked at him and said, "and if I am? You say that like it's something to be embarrassed about. I dare you to tell my mom or one of my sisters they should be ashamed of being female." Keith thought that might have been the moment he got in so deep.

So yeah, it was stupid hot that Lance was comfortable wearing girl things and calling himself a pretty princess and it not really meaning anything other than that he liked those things - but it was also stupid fucking brave of him too, and that might be what really did it for Keith. Either way, it gave him the courage not to laugh or play it off either. He hummed thoughtfully. "Huh, you might just be," he muttered like he hadn't been thinking that Lance was the prettiest boy he'd ever seen on a pretty much daily basis for months.

The bubble of whatever between them popped - it was clear as day on Lance's face. Heat chased shock through his expression and he ducked his head a little like he was suddenly shy. "Yeah, you think so?" His voice was rough, like the words had been dumped into a blender with a pound of gravel yet somehow still fragile and hopeful.

In a flash the inevitability of this moment exploded in Keith's brain in a shower of electric sparks. The saying went that you saw your life flash before your eyes before you died, and this wasn't a near death experience, and it wasn't his whole life, but Keith was definitely seeing still images like bursts of memory superimposed on this moment, a replay of everything that had led him here.

Like he'd been asked to make a timeline, Keith relived their first argument in the hallway, Lance's opening volley in their prank war, the escalation of their stupid rivalry, and the moment when Vice Principal Iverson had caught them both red-handed trying to pull off separate pranks at the same time in the teacher's lounge and arguing over who got there first.

They'd of course been immediately hauled to the office and subjected to a diatribe on their lack of discipline, but Keith couldn't remember any of the words Iverson had snarled. It was the ghost of the self-satisfied smile Lance had flashed at Keith every time Iverson looked away the crept through Keith's brain now. Followed by the stunned look of horror that had replaced it when the VP had dropped the bombshell that they would both have to attend a detention hour for their last period for the entire year.

No amount of pleading had been able to convince Iverson to change his mind about that and Keith remembered the apologetic look the guidance councilor had worn when informing the two of them that rearranging their schedules to accommodate the punishment meant the only elective available to them was Home Ec if they wanted to fit in all the requirements for graduation.

The images kept coming, so many overwhelming him: the first time he'd put on this ridiculous apron; the first time he'd seen lance in his; the day he realized sewing was a piece of cake, cooking he could do passably well, but baking was simply out of the question; the look on Shiro's face when he'd suggested Keith ask Lance for help with this cupcake assignment so he didn't fail (since Lance was inexplicably good at baking for some reason); the way Lance hadn't reacted like it was weird at all when Keith had caved and took Shiro's advice; the look of faint amusement on their teacher's face when they'd asked to borrow the classroom kitchen after school.

All of it was a clear path from that first moment to this one and Keith could see now that they had always been heading here. The two of them were a runaway train headed for the bridge that was out - and there was no way they weren't gonna go over that cliff. Once they'd set that first wheel in motion there was no getting off this track. Keith could blame Iverson, or Shiro, or himself, or his hormones, or anyone else he wanted - but the truth of the matter was that fate was really the one to blame. They were destined to tumble over this edge together, go out in a blaze of glory - egging each other on the whole time.

Knowing that made it easy - so fucking easy - to take a step, get in Lance's space, crowd him against the counter and cage him in, bracing his hands on the table, one on either side of Lance's hips. "Mhmm." he leaned forward and whispered the rest straight into Lance's ear. "I think you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

A fine tremor rolled up Lance's spine. They were still close enough that it had their bodies just barely brushing against each other in interesting ways. He sucked in a stilted breath that sounded like he only vaguely remembered how to do that breathing thing. "I wanted you the first second I saw you," he blurted.

Keith pulled back enough to look at Lance, dying inside at how edible the faint blush staining the bridge of his nose made him look. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

Lance bit his lip and nodded, flushing darker. "And then hated myself immediately. Fingerless gloves. Popped collar. Mullet. All things one should not have to list when describing their crush."

Keith just stared at him. "You hung an eight foot poster in the gym before the first student assembly. Of yourself. Dabbing." He gave Lance a pointed look. "You think I'm not questioning my life choices constantly?"

That cocky little smirk of Lance's that seemed to exist just to test Keith's grip on his self control made a reappearance at that. Lance leaned back against the counter and tipped his chin up. "Yeah? You come up with any answers yet?"

Keith leaned in closer, enough that all it would take to press their lips together would be one of them tilting their head a little. He offered his own smug smirk. "Is this a multiple choice question?"

Lance laughed, breath puffing against Keith's lips. "A) I'm a powerful warlock that has cast a spell on you, causing you to become enchanted with me. B) You're just really into delightfully tacky shit - as evidenced by your wardrobe. C) This was Iverson's plan all along because he figured if we were too busy hitting on each other then we couldn't have time to keep our prank war going. or D) This was always going to happen and even though it's insane and probably very ill-advised we should just go with it and crash and burn together."

Keith smiled and dared to move his hands from the table to Lance's hips, heart beating wild and fast against his ribs. "You forgot a few."

Lance raised an eyebrow and lifted his hands, curling them into the fabric of Keith's t-shirt just above his waist. "Enlighten me."

Was flirting supposed to be this much fun? Was it supposed to feel this much like what they used to do when they were "rivals?" Keith's blood sang with the thrill of competition, the hind-brain desire to prove his strength and cunning to a potential mate. It was heady, and arousing, and addictive - but most of all it was just really, really fun. He rubbed his thumbs absently over the ridge of Lance's hipbones, noting the way every part of Lance he'd touched so far seemed to fit perfectly in his hands. "E) This was Iverson's plan all along, but it's going to backfire because the two of us teaming up will cause him far more hell than we ever could have separately. And F) all of the above."

Lance curled his fingers tighter around the fabric of Keith's shirt, bunching it up so that his knuckles just barely grazed Keith's skin. He smiled when Keith shivered at the light contact. "You have a final answer, or do you need to phone a friend?"

A hundred witty responses pushed themselves to the forefront of Keith's brain, but he realized that the two of them could probably keep this game going forever if they wanted to. And... Lance was touching him, skin on skin and they were damn near pressed together, they were close enough that Keith could kiss him if he wanted to (spoiler alert: he very much wanted to). So why in the fuck would he worry about keeping this lively back and forth going when what he should really be trying to do was end it as quickly as possible in favor of trying to get his mouth on Lance's? He snorted and answered, "All of the above."

Rolling his eyes, Lance whispered, "it's always 'all of the above,'" before surging forward and kissing Keith

#klance #my fic #Fluff #and humor #high school au #baking lessons #lance still rocks his apron #keith still questions his choice in boys #but not really #because lance *really* rocks his apron

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Day 13: words 24,110 - 26,180

In which, Zack absolutely could not be bothered to think about his main idea, so instead he wrote down the concept for another idea and started a third idea to get his 2k words in today.

i.e. This has nothing to do with the shit's that's already been posted here. Sorry.

Story Concept: Daddy Taako

people have been talking about lup and barry having a kid in the 2 years they spent on faerun before lup disappeared, and i suddenly had the urge to rewrite the entire story with taako raising this pair of half elf twins that he thinks are his cause they look like him, but he has no idea who the other parent is.

like, it's a work in progress because i cannot imagine barry would have had taako kill him when he started forgetting lup if he had two lil babies waiting for him, but just hear me out.

imagine sizzle it up with taako & family, with these two little kids hamming it up as much as taako does. imagine one of them almost eating the poisoned chicken, and taako manages to stop them at the last second, vowing right then and there that he will never, ever feed these kids his cooking again. taako still never settles down in an actual house, so he ends up with a pair of street savvy caravan kids good at making themselves useful and better at picking pockets.

taako is extremely protective of these kids, trying very hard to always be there if something happens, but also teaching them how to look out for themselves. he teaches them to rely on each other, because he knows how terrible it is to grow up all alone. he teaches them to protect themselves and each other first, to not be ashamed to run away from danger, even if others (him) need help. he teaches them survival.

they're ten when he takes the job in phandalin, and he leaves them in an inn in neverwinter. even with the gauntlet in his bag, he refuses to leave without his things from the inn, much to killian's annoyance. (her annoyance dissolves when taako leaves the inn with a pair of angel faced pre-teens trailing behind him.)

imagine lucretia's joy when she sees these children with their uncle, growing up strong and bright, and imagine her contrasting sorrow when she realizes these children have no knowledge of their biological parents. at least, she thinks, they were raised by family, and there's no doubt that these children are loved. at least, she thinks, taako didn't end up on his own.

magnus adores the kids and brings them trinkets and toys from every place they visit. he carves them wooden animals whenever they ask and regales them with stories and tall tales about his travels. merle pretends he doesn't like them but always seems to have sweets for them stuffed in his pockets. he is surprisingly patient with them, and they almost immediately see through his teasing.

and for his part, taako is still taako, but he's got more compassion. he doesn't hesitate to show his children love and affection, although he is private about it. he is still slow to trust -- possibly slower, now, because he has more to lose. but he isn't the aloof, uncaring persona he wears in canon. he doesn't let people in easily and he no longer is desperate for validation from his peers. he is more patient, but only for those he is close to.

the children become the darlings of the bureau, befriending nearly everyone with their charm and pretty faces. they become very good at getting what they want, although the first time they try to pick carey's pocket, they get a lesson in when it's acceptable to do so (and some tips on how to be more subtle). the twins are angus' first friends. (they pick on him as much as their father does.) magic lessons are for three now instead of one, although the twins already know the basics. they know how to protect themselves.

as it turns out, the umbra staff is as protective of the twins as it is of taako. it even rolls to either of the children on occasion, when it would normally roll towards taako.

taako doesn't make macarons for candle nights. he's too careful, has too much to lose. but when he finds out what sazed did, and after he buys the no-sodium salt shaker, he relents. he isn't going to be a famous chef anymore -- that ship has sailed, and he's found something else he's good at anyway. he stays up late and bakes the twins' favorite cake while everyone else is asleep. he has neglected to bake a cake for too many birthdays now.

the twins are ecstatic. it's been a long while since dad cooked anything, but they clearly remember that his food is always better than anyone else's.

taako still goes on a date to the chug & squeeze. it's a little extra awkward. most people wouldn't want to date a single dad. but the grim reaper isn't very much like most people. i'm afraid no one else will have me, is not said in this reality. instead, i don't think there's a safer place in the world for my kids. in the end, it means the same thing.

barry knows where his children are -- he tracked them down as a lich, because how could he not? i imagine that whatever the scenario is that led to taako being the one to raise them, barry never, ever meant to leave them alone. barry knows, but it still kills him a little bit when the pair of liches in wonderland try to take some of taako's memories of their childhood.

(taako refuses. losing his beauty is nothing compared to losing anything of his children.)

in this world, taako is not so eager to quit the bureau. he will go with magnus and the red robe, but only if they can promise to help him get the kids out of there. the red robe has no real face to speak of, but the earnestness and sadness radiate from him when he replies, “seeing those children get hurt is the last thing i want.”

eventually, they all remember. the twins taako has raised as his own aren't strictly his, but they sit on either side of him and steadfastly hold his hands in the director's inner chambers as she helps him and merle and magnus remember. they learn of their origin at the same time taako does.

they are there when the hunger attacks, when taako understands where lup is, when he snaps the umbra staff over his knee. and they feel the glow and warmth of a maternal love they haven't felt in ten long years as the flames encircle them but do not harm them.

they are supposed to hide during the fight against the hunger. they do not. they fight alongside their biological parents (and they know all of their story now, thanks to fisher and junior). when taako comes back through the portal, he sees them for a split second, their eyes bright and their wands at the ready, with lup on one side and barry on the other, and he thinks about himself and lup when they were kids.

he wants to stay, and he wants to protect them, because that's all he ever wants. because they were always the most important people to him.

but, he thinks, they're all right now. he thinks, they've got someone else to protect them. he thinks, even if he doesn't make it back, the twins will be okay. he is needed elsewhere right now.

he does make it back. somehow, everyone does. he hugs the kids for a half an hour and won't even let barry or lup near them.

he still doesn't ever forgive lucretia for taking lup away from him. he thinks that these children would have grown up better surrounded by the family they've made, even if their mother was absent. he thinks that barry, at least, should have been able to be a part of these children's lives. but the open animosity is not as ever present here. his life has not been terrible, and part of lup never left him anyway.

things do get a little weird. the twins do not stop calling taako 'dad.' instead, they adopt barry as 'papa.' magnus punches people who have a problem with the arrangement. not many people do.

some might think it would raise a problem, that taako would have to give the children back, or that lup and barry would have to give up their children. those who think that don't know them very well. taako doesn't intend to leave lup's side ever again, so the children are collectively theirs. magnus builds them a house with plenty of room for five.

eventually, kravitz moves in too. the kids call him 'father,' mostly because it's funny to watch his face when they say it.

Story #2: The One Where Taako Dates Magnus And Julia Doesn’t Die (OT3)

Generally speaking, Taako did not travel back to places he had already been, just as a general rule. Hop a caravan, do some fast talking, catch a few easy jobs, nap in a cheap room at the tavern for a few nights, and find a new caravan. It was simple and easy, and he hardly had to worry about being recognized. That was the plan, anyway.

It was just that things didn't always go according to plan.

Like when the caravan he was on got attacked by bandits. Taako hadn't been hired on as a bodyguard, nor did he really have the wizard skills to do much in the way of fighting, yet. He was still working on mastering his cantrips. Sure, dazzle the bandits with some pretty lights. That didn't help much. He had hid with the cargo while mentally planning his best route of escape if the hired mercenaries weren't able to keep the caravan.

It was just after dusk, so it would be a good time to run if he had to. His darkvision was pretty good, and if the attackers were all humans or halflings or gnomes, he was probably good to go. The only issue with that was that he was in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where the nearest village was. Out this direction, one could wander for miles without finding anything.

They shouldn't be far from the sea, though, and there were always bunches of fishing villages by the ocean. He had a vague idea of the direction of the coast, and he'd rather die starving to death than risk being taken by slave traders or something.

He quickly slipped his bag over his shoulders and adjusted his cloak, glad for once that he could only afford a boring, dull color for one. With any luck, it would blend in with the grass a little bit and afford him some cover. He clutched his wand tightly to his chest, well aware that the spells he had bothered memorizing weren't going to help him much out here.

The sounds of fighting were getting closer to the back of the caravan. If he was going to make a break for it, now was probably the time. He slid soundlessly out the back of the wagon, wary of the sound of metal against metal.

He failed to account for the idea that not all of the bandits were fighting. He almost ran straight into a rogue who was using the wagon for cover.

To his credit, the rogue was as surprised as he was. To the rogue's credit, she recovered first.

Taako flinched back as her knife sliced into his left arm, blood splattering across his shirt. He reacted quickly, shoving his wand at her and shooting a bunch of multicolored sparks into her face. They weren't damaging, but she didn't expect it, and he used the opportunity to turn on his heel and run.

Stealth was never his strong suit, but surely, they had better things to do than to hunt down a single runner, right? Besides, it was getting dark, and he couldn't stand out too much. He was probably worthless to these marauders.

But maybe one of them wanted target practice. An arrow whizzed by his head. He didn't even bother looking back. He just changed his trajectory slightly and ran faster. The second arrow did not miss. He staggered forward with a grunt of pain as this one sunk home in his right shoulder. It hurt like hell, but it hadn't hit anything vital, he was pretty sure.

For now, all he could do was keep running. Prestidigitation wasn't going to help him now.

#daddy taako idea #returning to raven's roost

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