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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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the world tipped on its side

chapter six - the adults are talking

series masterlist | read on ao3

pairing: francisco "frankie" morales x f!reader

word count: 4.9k

rating & summary: explicit | life is ugly. life is beautiful.

warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, longing, angst, mention of surgery, physical injury, blood, emergency services, depictions of post-traumatic stress disorder.

notes: i put angst in the middle of the porn and i'm not even sorry. alas, we have reached the penultimate chapter and therefor the consequences of @wannab-urs actions (hurting my feewings through fic).

Frankie ducks low below your waist, kissing up your calves. He’s been moving up and down your legs and between your thighs for a while now; never where you need him. Fifteen minutes of gentle touches and kitten licks to the sensitive skin between your legs. Another five, and you’re going to kill him.

“Frankie,” you groan, tugging at his hair.

He chuckles, nosing at your thigh. “Yes?”

“Please. Please just—Frankie, touch me.”

“I like to watch you,” he says.

“And I like to come,” you say.

Frankie glances at the alarm clock by your bedside. “I know that if the last hour proves anything.”

It’s barely four o’clock in the morning.

Nightmares startled you from sleep at around two-thirty. You’d woken up thrashing in bed, almost elbowing him in the nose. His arms, warm and weighty around you, had you melting back into his chest.

Now he’s halfway down the mattress, teasing you. You can’t help but roll your eyes.

“You’re pretty when you’re pissy,” Frankie says.

You hook a leg around his back, toes digging into his shoulder. “Then I must be fucking gorgeous.” You think back to when you first met him: an interaction dripping in sarcasm, and god, his smile. The same smile is flashing up at you now.

“Can’t disagree with you there,” Frankie says.

“You aren’t being a very good unicorn, Francisco.” You give another tug to his brown locks, strands of grey peppered in here and there.

Frankie runs a finger over your core, sliding gently through wetness. You shift your legs, moving yourself closer. He’s right there. If only you could just…

Abruptly, he puts his mouth on you. You gasp at the contact. Frankie flattens his tongue and licks at you. Cursing under your breath, you pull his head closer to you. He groans against your skin as his nose nicks your clit.

Frankie makes out with your cunt, holding your legs open with his hands. He’s been gentle with you, taking you apart over and over as the hours grow longer into the day. Carefully, he gives you two fingers, words catching in your throat. He moves them in and out of you slowly, thumb moving up to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

With the teasing, the tasting, and the fact that he’s brought you there twice already, it doesn’t take long to fall over the edge again.

Baring teeth, you turn your face into the pillow. “Fuck Frankie.”

“Good?” he asks.

Your leg falls from his shoulder back onto the sheets. “Sorry.”

Frankie’s brow furrows. “You’ve lost me,” he says, kissing his way back up your body. He stops when he’s at eye level, uncertainty awash on his face.

“Came early. I’m like the old men in those commercials.”

It’s still slightly embarrassing, the span of time you’ve been out of practice sexually. Frankie usually foregoes the conversation in favour of screwing your brains out when you mention it; that’s been the pattern for the last three days. Still, it sits with you.

“I don’t think there’s a through-line between you and seniors on Cialis,” Frankie says.

“Other than both being Johnny-come-lately in the stamina department,” you say.

He frowns, then presses a kiss to your nose. “It’s not a competition.”

“Tell yourself that. Three in a row.”

“Okay, fine—the only competition here,” Frankie says, bringing a hand up to hold your cheek, “is between me and myself. You think too much.”

“I feel—”

“Bad, yeah, which makes you feel insecure. You said this in the car yesterday,” he supplies for you. The both of you have been driving to work together. It makes the most sense when he’s sleeping over anyway. “And I’m telling you it’s no biggie.”

You stare at him, the word biggie bouncing between your ears too long before a snort escapes you. How is this man real?

“Sorry, sorry. You were reassuring me emotionally,” you say.

“I don’t wanna be…dismissive,” he chooses the word carefully. “I get that—you know, and we can always talk about it. But don’t stress about me. I like you the way you are. All the ways you are. So don’t go changing.”

Your heart beats heavily in your chest. Communication between the two of you has been open since that night you found him outside your door, and it’s a little dizzying how nice it all feels; a little scary how much you want him. He’s looking at you again. Looking capital L, adoration and all. Those eyes hold your secrets, and yours his. How he makes you feel is almost too much to bear. A part of you that had been laid to rest is alive and clicking. Now here you are, sitting on the grenade.

You say, “I want you inside of me,” and Frankie complies immediately.

He fists his cock for a moment before he slides in, filling you. Staying like that for a moment, he watches. You bite your tongue between your teeth, running a hand over the span of his chest down to his stomach. Then your hand moves to your own body, caressing your breasts, fingers sliding over your pelvis. Pressing down on the skin there coincides with his first few thrusts. You swear you can feel him through your skin.

Every kiss of his hips to yours is a promise. Every breath, rough in your ear, sounds like a prayer. Frankie won’t stop saying something. You can barely process the words. Any more and you think you might choke.

He’s inside of you, all around you. Your body is cold while he is roasting. Joined together now, you must be running a fever. You want this forever. Want him forever. One day, there will be words adequate enough to tell him. To say it. Until then, you have to hope that the way you hug him closer to your body is enough.

You think Frankie knows, but you think a lot of things. You think you know how he’s going to react to the news of your surgery, but the uncertainty is what’s kept you from telling him. It’s all still fresh. Mia doesn’t even know. She is first on the list, then him.

You think you wish you had more people to tell, more people to celebrate or commiserate with. A family that dreams about all the vacations you could go on if things go well. Someone else who would bite their fingernails at night over it, worry lodged deep in the back of their skull. Someone to get sick over it for you.

That thought’s a little too blurry and sharp to touch right now.

A sharper jab of Frankie’s hips brings you back to him.

“Shit, right there,” you whine.

“You’re distracted,” he says.

“Thinking.”

“Well, stop.” Frankie emphasizes the point with another slam of his hips, jostling your body.

He watches your tits jiggle, leaning down to kiss at your throat. He finds a faster pace inside you, pulling you up from the mattress carefully to sit in his lap. The new angle has Frankie deeper within you, thoughts all but erased as you bask in the feeling. Face to face, he uses the flesh at your waist for leverage to thrust up into you. You lift your hips to meet him on each push, mashing his face into yours in an ugly kiss.

Like this. Things should always be like this.

Frankie drives your car this morning, letting you rest your head against the cool condensation of the window. The drive started with the stereo on, but he’s been gradually turning it down until the front seat is left in almost silence. One of your CD’s is stuck in the player, lodged in the mouth after you fed it the disk last week. Frankie says he’ll fix it for you once shooting wraps, but you don’t mind. It’s a mix Mia made for you ages ago, back in school. You used to play it on the clunky, thick laptop you brought with you everywhere, scratched to shit as the motors turned painfully.

Stringy folk guitar and muttering, stripped-back vocals barely hum above the intuitive sound and sensation of the car’s wheels rolling. The window trembles between your skin and the open air, many a pothole gracing this stretch of pavement. Frankie’s coffee sits in a travel mug next to yours, the bold and smoky smell wafting throughout the vehicle. You tell yourself everything right now is perfect, even though you’ve never had a chance to witness perfection. This is probably as close as anyone ever gets.

Now would be the best time to tell him. Slip it in between the passing trees and Frankie’s occasional taps on the steering wheel. I’ve decided to go under the knife for a life-changing surgery. Life changing in either direction, I could be royally screwed here. I’ve known for weeks and didn’t say anything. No, Mia doesn’t know. What do you wanna do for lunch?

Not…great.

Frankie won’t be mad. You know that. And yet whenever you play out potential

scenarios in your head, the conversation always devolves into angry yelling. Frankie morphs into your father and suddenly it’s game over. You’ve come up with a dozen horrible, lying little schemes to skirt around telling him or anyone. Maybe you decide to up and take a vacation. Or perhaps there’s a quick job that’s untraceable through the union or the net, someplace far enough away. Philly, or maybe Portland…

Of course, your ideas always fall apart. They sound ridiculous when you rehearse them out loud. Mia would never let you disappear like that and guilt around Frankie would eat you whole before you’d even finished packing a bag. Your assuaged addiction to lying is what’s spurring them on. Frankie knows that there’s something up with you, but hopefully, that’s all he can tell.

Today is the big day. Frankie has a few more dry runs of landing that helicopter before Ashton will start rolling, getting the real deal. After that, if there are no re-shoots required during post-production, you’ll be free and clear of this movie and its primadonna director. Life will return to being yours, at least for a little while. Frankie will start, continue being yours, hopefully for much longer than that.

Your car pulls into the flat, deadened grass that has been defined as the parking lot over the past few weeks. You wonder how long it will take the forest to heal from the damage. The grass, maybe a season—but you remember the front lawn of your dad’s house, how the edges he drove over never grew back quite right. The crew had a handful of shorter trees cut down to make sufficient space for Ashton’s extensive video village. Surely the studio will toss a couple thousand dollars at an environmentalist organization and find a way to shoehorn it into the movie’s credits.

You go through a handful of dry runs with Frankie in the chopper, the up-down-up-down of it all making you motion sick just watching. The sun is out, good weather lending itself kindly to the practice as Frankie moves through the sky over and over. You can feel Ashton’s agitation, even from almost fifteen feet away. He watches the helicopter through a pair of binoculars from his director’s chair, but you half wonder if the lenses are really trained on the back of your skull.

You call another run to get the camera movement down, more blocking taking place somewhere, somehow. You’d almost feel bad for the camera department if the director of photography didn’t enable Ashton Marilyn’s insanity. It’s hard to pity the above-the-line crew member making a grand a day to enable his on-set terrorism.

You text Mia an update when everyone breaks for the hour. She’s at home swatching fabrics like a mad woman, looking for the perfect shade of millennial pink for the wedding’s tablecloths.

They’re either too deep or too pasty, her message reads.

Pasty as in…? you send back.

Grey. Washed out. Fugly, she responds.

In your lap is paperwork from Dr. Lopez, sent to your apartment somewhere amidst the Frankie frenzy of the last few days. You haven’t had time to look it over with him around. Looking between the papers and your phone, you send Mia one more message.

I’m sure whatever pink you choose will look great. Hey—call me later OK? It’s important.

Before you receive a reply, Frankie finds you scarfing down your lunch alone in the production trailer. You’ve got a lawn chair wedged between two camera dollies, with plastic tubs of miscellaneous equipment at your back. The bones in your spine crinkle as you straighten up in your seat. You pull the earbuds from your ears to talk to him, tucking information on your surgery into your personal copy of the movie's script. The thick stack of paper in your lap looks fairly inconspicuous, the top page a neon yellow massacre over a random page of dialogue.

"Hey," you say quickly.

"Thought I'd find you here."

"Right. No office out in the woods."

Your bag is on the other side of the room. Balancing a plastic container and the papers in one hand and your phone and earbuds in the other, you cross the trailer past him.

Frankie's shoulder bumps yours as you pass him, fingers curling to keep the script in your precarious grip. The effort is futile. The pages slip from your hand, splaying across the floor as they fall in a flurry.

You and Frankie move into action at the same time, ducking low to collect them. Your salad spills as you let the container fall, your phone clattering down next to you.

"I've got it." The words rush out of your mouth.

It's too late; Frankie's already gathering up the paper.

"Frankie…"

He doesn't seem to hear you, too distracted by the words his eyes have caught on to notice the disaster you've created around you.

When he looks up at you, he's deeply confused.

"What's this?"

He turns the offending page over for you to see. Patient pre-surgical instruction packet. There's no denying it; you've been caught red-handed. He says your name, asking you again.

"I've been trying to figure out a way to tell you," you say. "My doctor, she had this opportunity for surgery…for my spine. Said it could really help me." Or hurt me.

"And you're going through with it." Frankie's words are not a question.

You nod, waiting for the heat and anger.

"That's amazing!" he grins. Truly, Frankie is beaming. This might be the brightest smile you've ever seen on a human being.

"Well it isn't perfect," you rush out. His smile only falters a little. "There could be…complications."

"What kind of complications?" he asks.

"I don't know…it could make things easier. Or much, much worse. Most patients see improvements to their health overall."

"Okay," Frankie nods.

He gets off of his knees, giving you a hand up before he gives you the stack of papers back.

"Okay? That's it?"

Frankie blinks. "Yeah…?"

"You don't have any questions? Comments, concerns?"

"You'll tell me what you want me to know," he says. Frankie speaks as if it's obvious. Everything is so easy with him, sometimes infuriatingly so. Like right now.

"You're not worried at all?" you ask.

"I didn't say that," Frankie says. "I mean—clearly it's happening, right? I'm happy for you. What else is there to say?"

Your simmering anger is unjustified. You're being an ass, really, but you expected something more; braced yourself for it, prepped for doom. Now that you know it's not coming, you feel cheated.

"Something could go wrong." Horribly, horribly wrong.

"You said most—"

"But not all."

“I like those odds,” says Frankie. You give him a look, almost disbelieving. “What? I’m a little bit of a gambling man.”

“You’re a gambling man, you’re a bartering man. Next, you’re going to tell me that you’re a snake oil salesman.”

Frankie’s face softens the slightest bit, a splash of hurt in his body language. You’re accusing him, and you can’t help it. Sometimes love feels like catching someone in a lie.

“There’s nothing phony here,” he says firmly. You stand feet away from him, and yet you feel caged in. This warmth from Frankie is still settling in, determining itself as welcome or weary. “I’m just a man. A man who sees you and—”

“I get it,” you cut him off, backtracking. The bitch is back. “It’s sweet. I understand.”

“Can I finish?” Frankie asks. “I see you, and I want you. Will always want you. Even when you don’t want me to.” His words weigh down the air between you like lead.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

He doesn't have to do this with you—put up with you. He's become your soft spot, a place safe away from the rigidity of the rest of life. You feel yourself getting comfortable, even as you bristle against him like this. As much as you want him to be that for you, need him to, you feel culpable somehow. Your wagon is hitched to Francisco Morales now, for better or for worse. The only way it’s coming off is if you’re run off the goddamn road.

Frankie shakes his head. “We never have to do anything,” he says.

That’s one of the many good things here, you suppose. Choice. The freedom to live and to love. This thing between you exists based on choice. You hope that Frankie keeps his word and never stops choosing you.

Nodding, you ask, "You're sure?"

Frankie approaches slowly, arms already out when he wraps them around your waist.

"Yes," he says, resting his forehead against yours.

"Serious?" It's not really you asking. There's some version of you that remembers promises long broken, words that dripped like poison into your heart. You can't do that again.

"As a heart attack," he whispers, features deathly serious. And then, "I love you."

You let out a small, airy gasp. It brings a smile back to Frankie's face.

"I-I love you too," you say.

"Good," he sighs. "I was going out on a limb there." The smile grows and grows, morphing into a shit-eating grin.

You slap at his chest lightly, biting your tongue between your teeth. "You're such a dick."

"Yes I am."

You kiss him and time stops. The world is frozen, tipped on its side as Frankie presses himself closer to you. A life like this. Just like this.

After lunch, Ashton forgoes another dry run on the helicopter stunt, opting to finally go to camera. You walk with Frankie to the spot where the helicopter sits along the brush. You’re running through the process with him once more, clipboard in your hand as you go over everything. At some point, you start rambling.

“Hey,” he stops you.

“Hi.”

“It’s gonna be fine.”

You nod. “Right, yeah.”

Your stomach twists in knots. Really, you’d like another dry run. Really, you’d like for Frankie to forego the scene altogether. This is what he does for a living, but you can’t help your nerves. The wind is blowing a little harder than it was this morning, causing blankets of leaves to shake and sway, potentially into the flight path he’s going to follow.

You want to tell him not to get in; call the whole production off or push it back another day. Maybe you could manage to convince Ashton that the movie doesn’t need a live helicopter—that CGI suits it just fine. Frankie winks at you. Another gut lurch.

“Everything is going to be fine,” he says. Out of sight from anyone else, Frankie gives you a light peck on the cheek.

“Fine. Everything will be fine,” you nod. To both of you, it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. “Break a leg.” Walking away now, you give him a wave.

“I’ll try!” Frankie calls back to you.

As the tall Georgia grass slides over your ankles, you shake your head. Who knew life could be like this? Who knew that someone could get almost everything they wanted and then some? For the longest time, you were unlovable. Damaged goods. A failure in your career and in your personal life, relegated to working on shitty B flicks; taking jobs where they came as you rotted alone in the southern heat of your apartment. Now, anything feels possible. Anything is possible. We change. For worse or for better.

Trudging back to the video village, you wait to hear the rumble of a helicopter engine before settling the muffs of the intercom over your ears. The headset sits heavy on your skull, agitating the base of your neck as you watch the helicopter ascend above the green. Then it sits in the air, blades spinning as Frankie waits.

“Action!” Ashton yells.

“That’s you,” you say, queuing Frankie over the comms.

You watch the helicopter veer closer to the grass, just like he’s practiced. It’s a tight squeeze, but Frankie always makes it. You’re smiling as the helicopter gets closer to the ground. Really, it’s only a few seconds, but it’s all drawn out in your mind. You can see each piece of the machine move exactly when it’s supposed to, a body that breathes when you do, twisting as it adjusts.

That’s why you don’t have to hear the horrible chattering noise before you know something’s wrong.

“Fish?” you call over the line.

“Yeah, hold on a sec,” Frankie grits out.

“Is everything alright?”

The helicopter jerks slightly, like it’s being pushed around on the playground. “I just—think I nicked a tree or something…”

Shit. “Fish, talk to me. What’s going on up there?”

He doesn’t answer, and you watch as the helicopter swerves directly against the movements you’ve rehearsed. It’s falling fast now, dipping onto its side.

“Frankie, please talk to me,” your voice grows frantic. Still nothing.

All you can do is watch in the few moments it takes for the helicopter to crash into the dirt, skidding to a halt as soil and green spray in every direction. Someone is screaming, an ugly shriek that cuts like ripped paper. It takes a minute to realize that it’s you. You start to run for the first time in years, legs pumping behind you. Your lungs are ready to quit the closer you get to the wreckage, pulling in rough and smoky air. Something is burning inside. You really shouldn’t be here, but you can’t leave him. No, not ever.

The helicopter’s blades have stopped spinning, digging into the ground as the machine acknowledges that something is very wrong. Just over your own breathing and the yells of the rest of the crew, you can hear a banging. One of the windshield panels rattles with the noise as you approach.

“Frankie?! Frankie! Are you alright?” A stupid question.

You don’t hear a reply, but the opaque glass continues to move and crack. You kick at it from your side, getting your foot through. Some of the glass slices through your pant leg—a worry for another time.

“Frankie?”

“I’m here,” comes a voice.

His voice, and then his hand, strong and tan and slightly bloody. You take hold of him, pulling Frankie out through jagged, glassy jaws. There’s a deep gash on his face packed with grime. Blood trickles into his beard and down his neck. Some of the dirt must have flown inside with the force of the impact, flecks of it in his hair and around his eyes. But Frankie is here. He’s breathing.

You’re fussing over him too close to danger, running your hands over his body to sense any damage when he pulls you away.

“We gotta move!” he yells, and immediately you can tell: this is not your Frankie.

His eyes are steely and dark, no vulnerability there. He tugs on you a little too rough, pain flaring in your wrist as Frankie twists it. He begins dragging you away from the burning aircraft, back to relative safety near the treeline. You know what this is; it’s the reason you can never comfortably see the beach again, why swimming pools are a no-go. All those years of fighting other people’s wars put something bad in Frankie’s brain, engulfing his psyche and taking control.

Once you’re closer to the rest of the crew, you pry his hand off of you and take a step back.

“Frankie, it’s okay,” you say gently. “You’re having a panic attack. It’s going to be alright.”

“We need to go!” he yells.

“I know it feels very real and very scary, but you’re going to be okay.”

Frankie puts his hands over your shoulders. “This isn’t safe,” he says, the closest he can get to calm. “We have to go. You’re in danger.”

You don’t touch him now, resisting the urge to cup his bleeding cheek in your palm. His grip on you loosens slightly, but you stay with him. “Look at where we are,” you say, nodding in the direction away from the wreck. Frankie follows your eyes. “Those gorgeous trees, all those fuckin’ ugly cars. The green leaves, the tall grass.”

A breeze whispers between you downwind, blessedly ushering smoke in the opposite direction. Frankie keeps his eyes open and breathes in deep, trying to ground himself. Carefully, he drops his hands from you. He’s still agitated, twitchy as his eyes dart around. Someone from the crew—you’ve forgotten his name—offers you a blanket for Frankie. He takes it from you immediately, cocooning his broad shoulders as you both sit under a tree and wait for an ambulance. There is a good foot of space between you. Frankie doesn’t say anything for a long while, somewhere in his head. You stand to leave him be.

He looks up at you immediately. “Are you leaving?”

“Don’t you want me to?” you ask. In moments like this, all you wish for is to be alone. You don't need to be another thing keeping him on edge, even if the prospect of leaving him like this pinches at your lungs as much as the smoke.

“No,” Frankie says. Simple as.

“Okay.”

You sit back down. Your wrist is still sore. Cradling it with your other hand, you stare at it, hoping the flesh and muscle will somehow tell you what’s wrong.

“I’m sorry." Frankie's voice comes out small and broken.

You look up from your arm to meet his eyes. “For what?”

“I grabbed you,” he says.

“You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“Still.”

“Thank you,” you say, accepting the apology.

You’re playing it cool for his sake. Under the sleeves of your shirt, stains of stress sweat are surely soaking through the fabric. Your heart can’t seem to stop the cascading surge against your ribs, an unstoppable harsh beat in your chest. You’re both triggered and a mess, but for some reason, you’ve taken to focusing on Frankie right now. Probably because that is doing something; taking action instead of flailing hopelessly and drowning in the feeling. You can’t make him feel better, but being here makes you a little less scared. Your relationship with Frankie is symbiotic. Not co-dependence, a parasitic latch, but unifying. He has become your partner, with all the details that word entails.

Sirens stutter in the distance, getting closer with every blink of your eyes. The ambulance pulls into the empty space between your car and a tall patch of grass. A pair of young people get out of the vehicle. Ashton is there before you can take another breath, pointing in your direction. As the paramedics approach, Frankie touches a hand to your arm. He takes your good hand in his own, squeezing lightly.

The woman in uniform tells the both of you her name, that she's here to help. Her words are garbled in your ears. You watch as she lays a trauma blanket over Frankie’s shoulders before she takes one look at you. Shaking, you're barely holding it together physically. Your cheeks are tight with dried tears, though you're unsure when you started crying. She starts walking back to the ambulance for another.

Several fire trucks arrive on the scene, their thick hoses snaking between nature and equipment to reach the fire that's started up around the wreck. It's small, manageable, you think. Your eyes focus in on the flames as they lick at the grass. Orange meets yellow and red dangerously, the fire growing and falling. Harsh sprays of water try to fight it off. You stare at the broken helicopter with pity. It looks so sad, personhood possessing its wheels and shattered window. Consumed by fire, surely it's destroyed as it burns. All that will be left is char and broken glass, a mangled machine.

The thought that Frankie could have died in there pops up, ugly and dirty as bile touches your throat. He didn't. He didn't and that's what matters. Nothing else. He's alive.

They put Frankie up on a stretcher, despite his protests that he absolutely does not need one. It takes a minute—you brace yourself, ready to stop him from decking the man trying to help him—but he settles. As Frankie relents, they load him into the box. You watch as they get ready to leave from the grass, one door already closed. He tells them to wait.

“She’s coming with me,” Frankie says, pointing at you.

You blink, standing up at the acknowledgment. You look between Frankie’s face and the two EMS workers. The woman offers you her hand to help you up into the back. Meeting Frankie’s eyes again, you ask him a silent question.

You’re sure?

He nods. You take her hand. Partners. That’s what this is

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Tell Him that His Lonesome Nights are Over || Pt. 1

I decided on a two shot! Adding this one together with the rest of the story would be too long imo, and tbh I need to hit my fic quota for the month before it's too late. This chap is just story but dw, the next one will have all the good stuff 😏

This draft is like a year old please forgive me if my old style and my new style clashes together noticably lmao

NOTES: SFW, Fem!reader, Reader and Sandman eat jerky, Reader is said to have a large family, like huge like. Oh my god, keep it in your pants please. Tell me if I need to add anymore warnings!

I've added a reference to a song I enjoy a lot, think you can find it? >:3 probably it's very noticable

You'd felt his eye on you for most of the race. You didn't mind though. It wasn't a harmful look, more like one of interest. And dare you say it, you liked the attention.

Sandman was an attractive man, and he finished first in the last race only on his feet. (His feet! Against horses! How incredible.) It was flattering to know you'd caught the attention of someone so important to the race, but you didn't understand why he watched you so intensely. You were nothing important. You had only finished in tenth place. That was more because you got distracted helping one of the other contestants that had fallen into some cacti. If you truly had your mind on winning, there wasn't a chance you'd score under fifth place, and you knew it.

Maybe it was because you were a woman. You couldn't blame him for that. There wasn't another in the race. You stuck out like a sore thumb compared to all of the men that surrounded you. You had a bright red target on your back since you joined the race, but you didn't really care. You had one plan in mind, and you wouldn't let some misogyny take you off of it. But the woman thing was just a guess. Maybe the sandman saw something else in you.

What timing, maybe I could ask him tonight.

It was dark now, you had settled down for a night of rest. Earlier that afternoon those two riders Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli raced by, but they were the only two you found. It was late, your horse and you both were tired, and it was still early in the race, it wouldn't hurt to take your time getting to the finish lines.

You watch the dark headed man walking, rather than running, past your camp some meters away. You called his name, arm waving in the air in a gesture for him to come over. He was unsure at first, but he came over. Victory. The fire you had going sparked in his eyes and illuminated his sharp features in a way that made him look more charming than usual. He was beautiful in the firelight.

Settle down, now. You warned yourself.

"Hey! You are Sandman, yeah? Wanna rest those feet of yours? I got food and drink for two." You handed him one of your canteens. He stared at the offering skeptically for a second but decided to take it quickly after, downing it like it was the only water he'd seen today. The container was already half its original weight when he finally pulled away to thank you. You simply waved off the thanks. "You gotta be tired from all this running you're doin', why don'tcha stick around for the night? I don't mind the company."

Silence from the man. Then a soft, "How do I know I can trust you?"

"What? To not hurt you in your sleep? Hah!" You laughed, "I don't care about this race enough to hurt people over it. So I've got some competition, that just makes it even more exciting." You smile wickedly, the fire extenuating the color of your eyes for Sandman to see. You look down at your canteen, swirling the water around inside in a circle. "As for trust... I guess you just have my word." You look into his burning eyes. "I won't hurt you, Sandman."

He seemed to think about it. He took a slow drink from his canteen while he did. He swallowed before answering; "Today has been tiring. I'll take your word for it, so I'll stay the night."

Fantastic.

He sat across from you on the other side of the fire. A little too close to your horse for your comfort, but you brushed it off, he didn't seem like the type to hurt an innocent animal.

Only the fire crackling was heard for some time. You both sipped from canteens, washing away the thirst of racing across dry deserts. Just the image of dead trees and cacti in your mind made your cottonmouth act up again.

There were times you almost started a new conversation. Your mouth would open, but you were quick to shut it yet again. Sandman threw you a questioning raise of an eyebrow, but you could only look away in embarrassment at your inability to be comfortable in silence. Growing up in a big family would do that to you. There always had to be some sort of commotion going on in your house, and you'd grown accustomed to it in your years. The thought of being without your family for the next few months saddened you. You really missed it all. A nagging in your reprimanded the rest of you for being so homesick already. It hadn't even been a week yet!

Instead of striking conversation, you turned to your bag and opened it. This bag was smaller than the one that held your clothes (still on your horse) and was home to your toiletries, rations, a third canteen, and finally some elk jerky, made specially for you in your favorite flavoring. You tore off a chunk and began to nibble on the tough meat. The familiar taste brought you back to earlier times of traveling America with your big brothers, hunting for the best game the world offered. Simpler times, you missed it, and your brothers. But maybe now wasn't the time to be sentimental.

You weren't sure if Sandman would be interested in jerky. Did his people have jerky too? Was it wrong to assume otherwise?

"U-Uhm," The glare he shot made you jump just the tiniest bit. No one looked at you the way this man did. It was unnerving. But kind of exciting. You steeled yourself for your next question. "Do you like jerky? My brother's specially made it."

"Jerky." He quoted as he took the dehydrated meat from your hand and looked it over. "I haven't had any before the first race. I think it's really good." He took his first bite and was surprised with how tender the meat was. His eyes sparked at the flavor, mixing together in ways that made his mouth drool like nothing else. You breathed a triumphant breath through your nose. Your brothers win again. Best not to tell them that once you got home, though, all of their heads were big enough.

Although, those boys knew their way around an elk. Meat not too tender, with just enough chew. And the seasonings were to die for.

Sandman quickly finished his first piece of jerky and seemed disappointed that it was gone. He was pleased when you offered more. This time, he ate it slower.

"You mentioned your brothers made this... Do you have a lot of them?" The innocent question got a laugh from you.

"You could say that... F-Five. I... have five brothers."

Your answer must've made him inhale his jerky, because once the words left your mouth he spasmed and coughed like nothing else.

"Five brothers? How, how–?" You tried to smother your giggles, as not to interrupt him, but his face just then was too good. He seemed absolutely gobsmacked over it.

"Yeah! Five brothers and three sisters. We all chip in to help Ma and Pop at home, though. My three eldest brothers help my dad out with work while my sister's help Mom with the gardening and chores. It's pretty crowded but we made it work. We're doing well financially, but the prize money from this race could help us out a lot, that's why I joined... None of them could come though. It's kinda lonely, but I know I'll come back home to a happy family.

"...S-Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble. Do you have any family, Sandman?" He turned his sight at the fire before him, staring intently at the flames. You could see them dancing in his eyes reflection. "I have a sister," He started softly, then paused. Those intense eyes of his looked at you next as he thought over something silently. "My tribesmen have disowned me, so she's all I have left."

He fought against the urge to admit more and explain his situation. Like how with the winning money he would buy back his ancestor's land and save his people. There was something soft about you. Sandman wanted to trust you, there was something about you that made it hard to hate. Was it all just so you can trick him? If he decided to ride with you, would... would you use his trust against him to your advantage? He took his time admiring your features.

...No, he didn't think so. That look on your face, you looked so sympathetic towards him, someone you'd just met.

He decided he hated your full attention on him, he squirmed underneath your gaze. To push your attention away from him, he nodded his head towards the shadows on the far side of the fire. "Your horse, what's their name?"

"Oh! That there is Boom-Lay Boom. But my family's taken to calling her Diamond Eye." The sudden attention to your mount had you excited and jumping up from your seat to walk to her side. She was a fine mare, you'd had her since your fifteenth birthday. It was then you truly learned how to care for a horse, you'd done just about everything for her, all except change her shoes, to this day you were still nervous of hurting her hooves. And at this point you were pretty sure you'd grown a mental connection to the girl. You were as thick as thieves.

"Your horse has two names?" Sandman asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Why not?" You asked back, raising your own. Sandman laughed. And at that moment you decided Sandman's voice was wonderful to listen to. You could hear him speak all night if he would. You'd enjoy it more than your mother's music.

"She's a beautiful steed." He said while he began to stand, coming towards you and Diamond Eye.

"Aw, did'ja hear that, Boom-Lay? Sandman says you're pretty!" You cooed and coddled the horse, running fingers through her mane and up her jaw. She simply snorted at you. You heard Sandman chuckle from his spot on the other side of the mare. His hand was raised, gently petting the side of her thick neck.

It was then you decided that he and you had connected on some level, just like you had with Diamond Eye. Maybe not as deep, yet, but it was a great start.

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Beauty To My Mission✘ | KTH

Summary- Two professional spies meet for a mission to find out who killed jeon sungmin, and why his older brother had been missing. The case is hard, all the evidence you've gathered just doesn't make sense together....maybe there's a specific hint that's missing? What is the missing piece? And why was it so hard to find? Well...it was actually right Infront if you the whole time.

Pairing- spy!taehyung X spy!OC

Genre- non idol ff, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, angstttttt, true crime

Warnings- pg13+, a lotttt of illegal shi, murder, blood, gore, true crime, spying(obviously), mental health and physical health, weapons, OC low-key turns out to be a psychopath, cutting, abuse, and violence

.ᐟDISCLAIMER.ᐟ I am not responsible of any icks y'all get while reading because Ive warned you, there's a lot of angst and gore in this. other than that feel to read if you're 13+

the sounds of police sirens in the area are too loud to ignore as you're walking out of the supermarket with a cup of noodles in your hands, its 2am so it was a huge possibility of crime accuring, but you were currently walking in a "rich people neighborhood" as your friends called it.

your car needed a gas refill so you left it at the gas station and went to get yourself something's to snack on, it was unusual to hear any kind of noise at this hour since most rich people worry for their sleep schedules and try to sleep early.

Your nosy self decided to get closer to the sirens and the crime scene, maybe you'll have something to talk about to your colleagues tomorrow. As you make your way to the sound of the sirens you notice the paramedics were also there, carrying a rather familiar man on a litter bed towards their unique vehicle

You hold your noodle cup in your teeth, taking a closer look at the man laying on the litter, and notice an obvious bullet had passed through the bodies head, was he...dead? Just as you were about to pull your phone out to call your friend, an old man walks up to you

"Curiousity got you?" The old man sweetly smiles at you and you wonder what an old man is doing out at this late hour, don't they sleep really early?

"Oh? Yeah. Do you've an idea what happened?" You ask genuinely eager for an explanation

"that's jeon sungmin, I'm his neighbor, apparently he was shot in the head in his office 5 hours ago, but the killer used a silencer so no one had heard a thing." The old man explains

"5 hours ago and they're just now finding out? Ouch." Was this man living alone??? How could he have no sensors or alarms in the house?! Judging by the building this man was probably a billionaire, did he think he was like immune or was he suicidal?

"Yeah, his bodyguard had to leave home and he didn't want to get another one"

"That's stupid, he risked his life because he was too lazy?! Now all his money is probably gone too, his wife and kids can't even enjoy their fathers worth" you chuckle quickly silencing yourself realizing that probably seems inappropriate at the moment.

"Actually, the killer didn't even take a penny." The man says with a tone of shock then continued "the man doesn't have a wife or kids either, his only daughter died in an accident and his wife was also murdered by one of his rivals." Ouchhh. That stings

"Oh...so if no money was taken, it was probably something to do with hatred and revenge more than it had to do with actually wanting the man's worth. Do you've any idea who that might be? Like who had a rivalry with him?" You asked getting more and more curious

"Well, not really a rival but he has a brother, which is the person everyone's suspecting. He lives in that house over there" the man points at a mansion that looks nothing less than the one you were standing in front of "he's been gone for a few days now, and since the accident the police have been trying to contact him but no response has come their way." The old man tells you his rising suspicion of the murderer

"Brother? That mustve hurt. And just going full blown silent too? I think if it was his brother, he'd be over here acting sad or something" You say looking at the police arranging some things with eachother, remembering the cup of noodles in your hands and taking a quick sip of it

"Well, it was nice talking to you kind man, I hope you have a good day tomorrow." You bow respectfully to the man Infront of you, he bows back with a soft smile and nod and you take that as your que to leave and walk back to your car at the end of the neighborhood

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You walk into the SRP headquarters, today's Sunday meaning a new mission will be assigned to the level 10s in the office. As part of the spy team, usually you're put as a main in the mission unless it's a non visual.

Here's how the SRP rules work, basically, the management team sets specific people on missions depending on their levels, level 1s being the easiest and level 10s being the hardest. You've been working here for 8 years, which usually would make someone level 6-8, but for you, you were a gem.

Your boss had always chose you for anything that involved thinking and solving, not only were you smart, you were a great actor.

Some of the missions you did early on was pretending to be a mob wife to save another mob wife from her abusive husband, and despite being surrounded by people in the mafia industry absolutely everyone believed you, some even try to reach out to you till this day to check on you.

Basically, you were the girl ace of the office, everyone either was your biggest admirer or your biggest one-sided rival. You always somehow made it in every conversation at the office, always someone's main topic.

As you walked closer to the assignment table, you saw more and more people reaching to read their assigned mission for the week, or month; depending on how hard it was. The moment you step close to the level 10 board, you hear a very familiar squeel coming from beside you.

"WERE TOGETHER AGAINNNNN YAYYAYYAY!" your best friend, hyejin exclaimed. You always loved ending up with her, though she was on the investigator team, you two still talked a lot during your shared missions.

"Really? Which mission?" You get closer to the board, you didn't have to look around too much because your face was right at the top of the list, "the case of jeon sungmin" the mission read. "Yes!" You exclaimed fisting your elbows, except...your face wasn't the only one at the top next to the mission.

"Kim taehyung?" You read the name out loud, your head falling to your shoulders, brows raised, as you try to take in the name. Your thoughts were interrupted when a man's voice answered them for you

"Yes my lady?" You turn you head around slowly at the call out, taking in the man Infront of you....damn. damn was all that filled your brain, that man was fine, he was so damn fine!!! The black hair, the eyes, the height, the posture, the outfitttt, wearing a white stripped shirt,sleeves rolled up with business attire pants, gosh this man was sexy, and gosh did your expression not hide that at all. You hear a chuckle errupt from the man, his boxy smile showing. Damn it! He was adorable too!

You cough, standing up right and placing your hands in your pockets to contain your own posture. "You're agent KTH?" You ask trying your best to keep your voice stable. "Yes, that would be me, OCT." He knows your title...hes definitely not new then. Why have you never seen him?

"KTH? Couldn't you come up with something more... creative?" You asked genuinely curious, titles were created to hide the the names of the agents, yet here he was, making his title his name.

"Ah, I actually didn't even pick that out myself, I just woke up to my manager screaming how he accidentally typed in the wrong code. I wanted the title to be "THV", had a whole argument with my manager cause of that" he laughs explaining himself

"Damn, for a manager that's a dumb move, but THV sounds so good! you're a level 10?" You turn back checking his ID making sure "how come I've never seen you around here?" You ask

"Well, I was part of the invistigation team but I went on a mission as a sub and the managers loved me, so here I am" he shrugs, so he was so good at acting they switched him to a spy?

"You must've done amazing." You nod in amusement

"I'm very glad I switched y'know." He adds "oh? You didn't like being an investigator?" You ask confused "oh no it's not that, I just get to work with art pieces as you now." He says confidently, as if it didn't take him thinking to say those words. It wasn't the first time someone complemented you, but somehow it felt like it "oh?" You chuckle to get rid of your thoughts "art pieces?"

"Yes, you're an absolute beauty." He grins sweetly, taking your face in making you stutter slightly "beauty..why thank you, THV." taehyung laughs, bowing politely while still grinning, gosh his visuals were killer. "See you later?" You say tilting your head "absolutely, beauty." He blows you a kiss before turning around and leaving leaving you in a state you were never in before, what even were you feeling???

"Ugh, I'm not supposed to be excited! I'm sharing a mission!" You say angrily, your friend who has been standing there the whole time smirks coming closer "oooohhhh, new office ship?" She says wiggling her eyebrows "hyejin shut up!!" You shout leaving the place quickly, everyone was looking at you confused, you were always so calm, what was going on?? Hyejin laughs quietly leaving the place behind you.

"Mommy, why is it so dark here??" The little girl spoke

"It's fine baby, it's just the landlord doesn't have money to turn it on at the moment" answered her mother

"The landlord?" The little girl tilts her head innocently, her big eyes showing even through the dark

"Yes baby, the landlord" the mother caressed the little ones cheeks

"Isn't the landlord daddy?"

"Oh! No!! No no ! It's um..we don't live with daddy remember? Daddies home is owned by daddy, our house isn't."

"But, why don't we live with daddy?" It hurt the little girl, why did they have this life while their father lived his best?

"He's too busy beauty, he doesn't have time to take care of us." She defended

"How come you always have time for us?" The thought stabbed her

"That's different, I don't have work." She defended again

"Daddy can take a day or two off though." It makes sense right?

"No no, he can't!"

"He can." The older brother jumps in, waking up from his nap

The mother sighs, fixing her sit

"My sweet loves, I promise you...daddy isn't a bad guy! Hes just going through a bad time right now."

"Mom, when will you stop hurting us and yourself by lying about him being good? He was never good." The older boy says in a tired tone

"Mommy, how come you always say he's so good? He's never talked to me before.." the younger says

The mother sighs again, laying on the unfurnished floor of the dark room and closing her eyes in attempt to fall asleep

(See mother, how you always said he was a good guy? To me, you were always right...but I'm afraid there were moments where you weren't. this time brother was more right than you...oh you were too kind, too good for him, too good for this world, so good the world couldn't keep you going through it for long.)

.................

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Did. Taehyung. Just. Read.

He stood in his place, the random notebook in your room had intrigued him, deciding to read through it even if it looked like an invasion of privacy. but just from the first page he's already crying? What was this even about? Did you love to write? And why the hell was your writing so sad????!!

He decided to put the note book back in place, leaving the room quitely and looking around for you again

"There you are! What took you so long?" You asked eyes focused ont he laptop informt of you. You decided to start working on the case as soon as possible as your mission was tomorrow, you had to at least get to know your character.

"Sorry, I think your waters broken or something cause for a second it stopped working." He says making up an excuse for his long leave

"Oh? I'll have to check that later." You say, still eyeing the laptop

"What did you find?" He says sitting next to you, taking one of the chips laying on your table into his mouth and resting his elbow on the head of the couch

"This whole neighborhood is full of billionaires, like rich rich people."

"How do rich people act?" He asks with muffled sounds, mouth full of chips

"Like assholes." You reply almost too quickly, making him quirk you an eyebrow

"Idk what rich person made you think that, beauty, but they didn't deserve to even sight you." He says too casually, looking at your laptop reading whatever article you had opened

Your eyes fixed on his face though, taking in his words. Was he right? Were you a prize that the people whom have hurt you lost? You wonder if you're truly the good person in other people's story a lot.

"You ok beauty?" Taehyung asks you with a face of concern

"Yeah, just thinking how lucky I got with my first partner." You reply swiftly, trying to boost your own confidence that had left the instant you met this very fine man.

"Oooh, getting flirty?" He smirks making a funny face, earning a laugh from you.

Soon anough, the management team sends you all the information you need to know about the neighborhood you were going to spy in, how they dress, act, live, ECT... And for once, you feel really excited to start on this case. Especially since you had already seen it in person.

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Chapter 6

Branch is awoken by a sudden knocking at the entrance to his bunker. Groaning he checks the time "Who knocks on someone's door at 5am?!" He asks himself. He usually gets up at around dawn but he still would have enjoyed another hour of sleeping. He is also made aware by a very sharp and sudden pain in his fingertips....pawtips? Doesn't matter but it hurts. It's almost like a sharp stabbing pain.

"I think my claws are coming in" He says to himself. It makes sense given the pain around his fingertips. First his hands changed into paws and now his claws are coming in to accommodate his newly changed paws.

Getting up he puts on his robe and heads to the entrance "What?" He says with a yawn. Ti his surprise it's Poppy and..."Why do you have a suitcase?" He asks confused.

"Well since I'm gonna be transforming and I definitely don't want the other trolls to see me until I'm done I decided I'm gonna be staying with you until it's done!" She says clapping her hands together.

"Wait what-" "Don't worry it's only gonna be a few days I already told my dad and they think I'm going to hang out with Barb to deal with some queenly stuff. If anything goes wrong we will know. I mean it's not like we are actually leaving the village?" She says. Counting to 10 mentally in his head he allows her in. 'It's too early to deal with this' Branch thinks to himself.

"I'm gonna go get dressed there is some fruit on the table if your hungry" He says heading to his room. He has a feeling he is forgetting something important but nothing is coming to mind. As he is putting on his best it hits him and he bolts to his kitchen "SUGAR! POPPY WHATEVER YOU DO DONT-"

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"MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!" Poppy screams with her mouth closed in obvious pain. "Eat anything" Branch finishes too late. Poppy looks at him confused and a bit scared as her eyes water in both pain and confusion. "Its ok Poppy this happened to me too I will help you through it" He says gently wiping away her tears and she nods.

He goes over to get a few paper towels "Now I need you to spit into this" He says handing her the paper towels and she proceeds to spit out a piece of apple and four of her teeth. "Good good now you will just need to wash out your mouth for a few minutes and the bleeding will stop" He explains to her and she nods before heading over to the bathroom and washes out her mouth.

She didn't expect that to happen! She was just wanting some breakfast. She had gotten a apple and right at the moment she bit down she could hear and feel something wrong with her mouth as she could hear Branch yell at her to not do what she just did.

It hurt.....it hurt alot. It was like when she was loosing her baby teeth only this time it actually hurts! Heading to the bathroom she proceeds to wash out her mouth for a good 5 minutes before stopping when she stopped tasting blood. Scared she opens her mouth to see that 4 of her teeth were gone just like.....oh. "So that's what happened" She says to herself as she realizes what happened to Branch the day before yesterday. Now there is a throbbing pain where her teeth were before.

She heads back out to see Branch has washed off the blood from her now useless teeth. "Uhm I didn't know what you wanted me to do with them so I just washed them off" He says awkwardly. "Itsh fine" She says noticing her lisp. "We can shave them for later we can look back at them and remember thish whole thing" She says being her usual optimistic self to which Branch chuckles at.

"So uhm yeah sorry for not telling you that would happen I kinda frogot as I just woke up" He says emberassed for forgetting something so important. "Itsh fine Branch really. It wash probably going to happen shoon anywash" She lisps. The two make their way to the couch and try to relax after their already eventful morning and it wasn't even 6am yet.

"I actually thought your teeth jusht grew. I didn't think your teeth actually fell out!" Poppy laughs and Branch only chuckles a little at her thought process. "I wish it was that simple but it wasn't. You should have seen how horrified I was. I thought something bad was happening to me but then I remembered your dad saying how we had fangs and that's when it clicked for me" He explains.

"Shpeaking of transhformationshs whatshs transhforming today" She asks curious as she has been noticing that Branch has been wringing his hands alot for some reason. "My claws are growing in. It's not exactly pleasant. It honestly hurts not as bad as the fangs but it's up there" He says examining his paws. There is the beggining of a little slit at his fingertips to where the claws will grow out of. He just hopes they are retractable.

Poppy leans over to get a closer look not noticing how red Branch is getting from the close proximity. "Oh wow your handshs are now almosht completely pawshs! Sho adorable!" She coos as she messes with his paws again not noticing just how much redder he is becoming. While yes they are dating Branch is still getting used to physical touch for having little to no physical contact for 20 years.

"I can't wait to shee what mine will look like I bet they will be sho adorable!" She says excited. "Yeah can't wait to see them. You don't have to worry as it won't hurt a bit so it's sort of a break as it's only mildly uncomfortable. Well it was for me." He explains.

Poppy then proceeds to yawn "Let me guess you didn't sleep at all last night?" Branch asks knowing his girlfriend all to well. "Nope" Poppy says rubbing her eyes. "Was it becuase you were trying to think of a excuse to stay with me until this is over?" Branch asks with a smirk. "Yep" Poppy says tiredly resting her head on Branchs shoulder much to his surprise. "Well I'm going out to forage for some supplies if you want you can rest in my bed I won't mind" He suggests and she nods sleepily. Gently he picks her up and manages to carry her to his bed. It's a bit strange though usually he has a bit of trouble carrying her,not that she is fat or anything! But now he could do so with ease. Was his muscle strength increased as well with this transformation? Becuase if so that's another good thing to come out of this.

He quietly leaves his girlfriend to sleep in peace though how she is managing to sleep through the pain of her growing fangs is a mystery to him. Shrugging to himself and deciding to not ask questions he grabs his scavenging supplies and heads out as the sun is starting to rise over the horizon. He is actually a bit excited he is wanting to see what's different with his currently transforming body.

Not even 10 minutes into his cavanging he is hit with a few things. First is the overwhelming new sounds and smells. At first it was almost too much and he had to take a minute to gather himself before going back. He knew his hearing was enhanced but also his sense of smell? That's a new one on him. It's both a good thing and a bad thing. It's good as it allows him to locate food much easier than he could before just by smelling them. Bad news is he could smell things he really wishes he couldn't such as dead animals and bad smelling plants. He has to plug his nose when he gets near one.

Another new thing is the urge to run on all fours which is something he absolutely refuses to do. Well maybe not in front of other trolls. He decides to give it a try after giving it some thought. Making sure nobody was around he lowers himself onto all 4s and to his surprise it didn't feel as weird as he thought his pawpads feel ok against the ground like they were made for this purpose and well it was true they were probably made for this. The only thing wrong is his legs they didn't feel right whenever he tried to walk. Like something was missing he has no idea what though.

Deciding to hold off on further testing he decides to get back to scavenging albeit on 2 legs this time. He manages to grab alot more valuable and rare stuff this time around due to his new enhanced senses.

Around lunchtime though he notices something about his paws that very well make him have a near panic attack.His paws were turning gray. Not the gray of what he was like before but it's close. "No no no" he whispers in horror as he continues to stare. He has to control his breathing as he can't be having a panic attack in the middle of the forest. While this transformation has been less than pleasant that isn't enough to make him grey again!

He feels fine mentally and mostly physically the pain in his fingertips says otherwise. He then remembers that King peppy did say that their ancestors colors weren't as bright or saturated as they are today so this might also just be apart of the transformation. He will keep a very VERY close eye though. The grayness seems to only be around his paws up to his wrists and doesn't seem to go past that. Keeping a close eye on his paws he gets back to scavenging.

Though around to mid afternoon his fingertips begin to hurt more and more the stabbing feeling returning tenfold with a vengeance. Hissing through his fangs he decides to head back to his bunker having found enough for today. Thankfully the grayness didn't spread at all which eases his nerves a little.

When he enters his bunker again he doesn't see Poppy anywhere and his ears twitch as he listens for her and he can hear that she is still sleeping at the moment which is good she needs to get as much sleep as she can.

As he begins to put away his finds of today the stabbing pain escalates even more and he is unable to let put a yell of pain as he holds his paws.

Poppy awakes to the sound of Branch yelling in pain. Jumping out of his bed she races to where she hears it only to see Branch holding his paws in pain. She is about to go to him when she smells it.

Blood

Going over to him and looking at his paws she notices that there is blood coming from those slits that were there this morning. She then watches in horror as black claws violently come out of the slits and they were covered in blood. "Oh my gosh Branch!" She yells in shock as he looks at his new claws in horror. He doesn't seem to respond to her as she gently guides him to the bathroom to wash off the excess blood.

He doesn't seem to react much to the cold water that was being washed over his paws he just continues to stare at them. After everything has been washed and dried she decides to guide him to the couch and he still doesn't respond to her.

'They are long' that's the only thing that's currently going through his mind as he is looking at his claws. Currently twisting and turning his paws every which way. He honestly doesn't know what he was expecting he knew he was growing claws that much was obvious,he just wasn't expecting them to be this long. They were only a few centimeters long but still!

"Branch are you ok?" He finally realizes that Poppy has been trying to talk to him. 'I'm doing just great Poppy I just had claws rip come of my fingers very painfully might I ad so yes I'm just peachy!' He sarcastically yells mentally. "I'm ok now the pains gone so that's good. Also it seems your lisp is gone" He says noticing it as he can see her fangs are about the same length as his.

"Oh really? I didn't notice but that's not important right now. I mean are you really ok? " She says knowing how her bf likes to let people think he is ok as to not burden them with his pain and handle it by himself.

"I'm one hundred percent sure I swear" He days putting up his paws. He goes back to looking at them,the claws are still out but right now it's like when he is flexing his fingers,so he tries to relax them and the claws retract into his paws and he sighs in relief in that they are retractable. This significantly decreases the chance of him accidentally scratching someone on accident.

"Well that's good I was really worried when I heard you yell" She says looking at him. He isn't the one to yell usually not in pain only when it really hurts is when he yells. "You can always come to me when you are in pain Branch I will help you out" Poppy says smiling at him.

"I know that it's just you were asleep when I got back and I know you needed your rest, and it only got that bad not long after I returned" Branch explains to her to which she just shakes her head. "Branch it doesn't matter if I'm asleep I want you to come tell me so I can help you. You shouldn't be alone for the amount of pain your going through right now" She says putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to be going through this exact pain myself soon remember?" She explains to him and he already knew that. He isn't looking forward to it.

He absolutely can't stand seeing his girlfriend in pain and would try his best to lessen it or prevent it all together if he could but alas for this scenario he cant. The least he could do is be there for her. "Yeah I know and I promise I will be there for you when it gets bad just come get me and I will be there asap it doesn't matter what I'm doing I want you to tell me" He tells her because she also has a habit of not telling others when she is in pain and she just nods.

The two trolls decide to just sit with eachother in silence for a few minutes before the sound of their stomachs growling alert them that once again they haven't eaten at all today. All Branch had was a berry or 2 while out scavenging while Poppy was asleep.

"How about I make us some soup it will be easy on those growing fangs of yours" He says and Poppy nods with a smile. He heads to the kitchen and begins to get cooking while Poppy heads back to the bathroom to look in the mirror curious about her new fangs.

She opens her mouth and "Oh wow those are some sharp looking fangs that's for sure" She says surprised. It's one thing to see someone with them its a whole other thing to actually feel them in your mouth. To actually be able to feel them with your tounge and all that. They even peak out of her mouth with her overbite,which in her opinion makes her look absolutely adorable.

(What her fangs look like with her overbite)

She also uses this opportunity to look at her new grown fur. The fur around her neck is considerably longer than anywhere else it was almost like a little scarf. Just like with branch there tufts of fluff around her elbows wrists ankles and knees. Though there are also long tufts around her upper arms near her neck. Feeling the fur it was so soft! It was holding a fuzzy blanket!

She is in there for a while just looking at herself making all kinds of faces in the mirror with her new fangs and messing around with her longer fur when Branch calls for dinner and her ears twitch at his voice. "Huh that's new they usually don't do that" She says a bit surpirsed. While troll ears can move they usually only react with extreme emotion or when a troll willingly moves them. They usually don't move on their own or react like this though she has noticed that Branchs ears have been doing this ever since his transformation started.

She makes her way back to the kitchen and Branch hands her a bowl of hot soup with veggies and it smells absolutely delightful though she knows Branch is a good cook. Even if she wonders how he thinks his Grandma's fluffleberrycake is good she isn't going to ask as everyone has different tastes.

The two eat their soup in relative silence and its very delicious she needs to ask Branch for the recipe later it's easy on her still growing fangs but they are close to being done as the pain is lessening by the hour. She eats 2 helpings before feeling full while Branch actually had 3 seeing as he missed breakfast and lunch. They actually managed to empty the whole pot much to their surprise.

"Wow we must have sure been hungry" Branch says a bit surprised at seeing the empty pot. "Well we both missed breakfast and lunch so this is the only thing we ate today. And don't try to deny it Branch I know you too well." She says bopping him on the nose causing him to blush. He doesn't say anything as to not give her the satisfaction even if she was right.

The two begin to change into their pajamas when a thought hits Branch. "Uhm by the way Poppy where are you going to sleep?" Branch asks his girfriend. "Oh I'm sleeping in your room. I brought my sleeping bag so don't worry" She cheerfully says not noticing Branch now resembles a tomato with how red he is.

This is actually the first time Poppy has ever slept over let alone sleep in his room! 'Ok Branch don't freak out its not like we are going to do anything' "Just curious why my room specifically?" He asks. "Oh well its just so in case something happens to one of us during the transformation and need help in caseit gets super painful" She explains as she rolls out her sleeping bag.

Yeah that makes sense to Branch. Yep totally makes sense. They both go to brush their teeth before bed and both lay down in their respective places. Poppy who is on the near the end of his bed yawns "Goodnight Branch see you in the morning" She yawns before turning over and within a few minutes he hears the familiar sound of her soft breathing.

It takes him maybe a good half hour before he can sleep knowing that Poppy is in the same room as him. He wonders what new thing is going to transform and if it's going to hurt as much as his claws.

#trolls #trolls 2 #branch #poppy #broppy #return to origin

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Full Circle

Rating: Teen, Gen

Part 17 of Camila is Hunter's Mom Now

Chapter 4/5: Regrouping

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Hunter never planned to tell his friends about his past.

But since when has anything ever gone the way he planned?

Ao3

Hunter stared at the ceiling of Jade’s guestroom, willing the throbbing of his head to go away. But his head, apparently, did not care how many deep breaths he took or how tired the rest of his body was.

Go figure.

Can’t feel my right hand at all, but that couldn’t spread to my head.

Maybe another ice pack?

Hunter rolled out of bed, landing lightly on his feet.

And almost immediately bucked, all of his muscles immediately screaming at him for the movement. Flapjack woke up at the thump he made hitting the ground, circling around him and then nestling in his hair with a chiding chirp to never ever separate ever again.

“I know, I know,” he whispered, “I was just going downstairs—it shouldn’t have been long.”

Flapjack shifted to its staff form, and he held on gratefully, using the stick to prop himself up.

“Who knew intense combat for twelve hours straight after months of no practice would hurt so much?”

He almost started to warp down the stairs, then stopped, biting his lip and rubbing his coven patch. Better not to risk it.

Hunter hobbled down the stairs to see Thomas sitting on the bottom few, arms resting on his knees. Hunter slowly lowered himself down next to his friend with a wince. Hope I can get back up.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly.

“Sleep?! How could I sleep?!” Thomas’ voice cracked. “He’s still out there, and I don’t know where! He could come again at any moment and…” Thomas put his head in his hands. “How am I supposed to sleep with THAT hanging over my head?” he whispered.

“I…” Hunter leaned back against the stairs. “I don’t know. Vee would walk me through it, we’d check all the doors and windows in the house to make sure they were locked. Would that help?”

“Would that stop him? The locks?”

Now that he said it out loud, the whole thing sounded silly, even though it had worked to help him sleep before. Hunter shook his head. “I’m sorry. If you want to… stop hanging around me, I’d understand.”

Thomas snorted. “Little late for that idea, don’t you think? Even if I decided that I hated your guts and wanted to stop being your friend this instant, he’s already got me marked. I wouldn’t be safe anyway. So thanks, but no thanks, I think I’ll just stay awake for forever.”

“Oh. Sure. Sounds feasible. After a couple days of that you may or may not be seeing him everywhere anyway, but all in all, a pretty solid plan.”

“Mmmmhm.”

Jade shuffled over. “Can’t sleep?”

“You, too?”

She shrugged. “Nah, I’m an early riser.”

Thomas rubbed his eyes. “Early riser?”

“It’s like. Five AM. Have you been awake this whole time?”

“Mrgh.”

“Okay. Alright. I’m going to make breakfast. Oh, and, uh… Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

Jade pulled his artificial staff out from the side of the stairs, expanding it to its full size. “Can I keep this, or do you want it back?”

Hunter rested his arms on his knees with a wince. “You can smash it to pieces for all I care,” he mumbled, “I don’t—” his still-numb arm tingled, and he rubbed the area with the patch, his breath starting to hitch in his chest. “I don’t want it.”

Jade immediately collapsed it again, putting it out of sight. “Hey—it’s okay, it’s okay, breathe, Hunter. Deep breaths.”

Hunter inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly.

“Okay. Thomas, c’mon and help me with breakfast.”

“You sure? I thought you hated people trying to cook with you?”

“You need something to distract you. I’ll deal.” Jade darted off to the kitchen and returned with an ice pack wrapped in a towel, handing it to Hunter. “For your head.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, holding it to the lump of bandages. He didn’t even want to check under them. The pulsing, throbbing from his head was enough to tell him that it was a mess. His hand drifted to the scar on his cheek.

Have to look sooner or later.

Camila thumped down the stairs, rubbing her eyes. “Heey, mijo. How’s your head?”

He shrugged, and she helped him to the bathroom, sitting him down, and unwrapping the bandages. “Ay.”

“Is it bad?” he croaked.

Her lips puckered. “It’s just… still swollen. And the cut is deep. I want to take you to a doctor, but—” she shook her head. “I’m going back to the house. To get some fresh clothes for everyone.”

Hunter’s heart pounded in his chest, and he clutched her arm. “You can’t! He’s still out there, he’s still—”

“Hey—hey.” Camila’s hand rested against the uninjured side of his face. “I’ve met him twice and I’ve already lit him on fire and hit him with a car. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll avoid me.”

Hunter’s gut twisted and squirmed. “But…”

“I’ll take a long way back round to get here. He’s not going to find us, I promise.”

“But if he sees you—I’m okay, I don’t need fresh clothes, not if it means you have to go back for them, I’ll be fine—”

Camila tugged on a rip in his hoodie. “There are a few other things I need to pick up, too. I’ll bring something to defend myself with, okay?” she kissed the top of his head. “I’ll be back soon.”

Camila gently tugged her arm out of his grip, reapplying antibacterial cream to his head and bandaging it back up.

“Try to go back to sleep, you look exhausted, mijo.”

And then she was gone.

She’ll be okay.

She’ll be fine, she’s right, she’s managed to catch Uncle by surprise before, he’s never hurt her.

But what if…

The words cycled over and over, no finishing thought, just an impending dread roiling in his stomach. Hunter curled his knees to his chest, burying his head in his arms.

What if…

Xxx

The door was open when Camila got home. She hissed in a deep breath, picking up a pair of garden shears and creeping inside. It was eerily silent, and… normal. Despite the door hanging open, the house looked just like she’d left it. She checked the whole downstairs, ceiling, every cabinet and closet, then went into the living room and clicked the portal key she’d picked up from next to Luz’s sleeping bag. The glowing curtain of light opened up, and she took a deep breath.

“Let’s see what you’re like, Boiling Isles.”

Camila stepped through, closing the portal with another click.

“Luz is—” King stopped, mid run, and frowned. “You’re not Luz. Is she okay?”

“Luz is fine.”

Eda poked her head down the stairs. “Camila? What are you doing here? Are the kids safe? Did you find Hunter?”

“I found him. I found him, and his friend, and they’re both safe, so are Luz and Vee. All of them are safe.”

One eyebrow rose. “So what’s going on?”

“Luz was right. It was Belos who had him, he’s in the human realm.”

“Oh, that’s…”

“I came here to see if any of you had a way to kill him.”

“Whoa,” King yelped, “I did not pin you as the killing type! Beat to a senseless bloody pulp, sure, but…”

Camila rubbed her arms. “He’s in the human realm, and he’s not going to stop. He’s going to keep coming after my children until they give up, or until they’re killed, and I can’t let that happen. As long as he’s alive, they’re not safe, Hunter is not safe, and I don’t think Vee is, either. I will protect them however I can, and if that means killing Belos, I will. Because I don’t think he’ll stop until he’s dead.”

Her tongue felt heavy and clunky saying the word “kill.” But… she had to, right? It wasn’t just about protecting Hunter from him, she would rescue him as many times as it took, throw herself in front of a blade meant for him as many times as Belos could threaten him, but even if Hunter was never taken by Belos again, even if she successfully kept him away, Hunter wouldn’t ever have a peaceful moment. Even if they ran to the ends of the earth, or locked Belos in another realm, he wouldn’t feel safe.

No. He wouldn’t feel safe until Belos was completely gone.

Eda tugged on her hair. “Ah, geeze. Look, if you need a safe place for you and the kids to go, the owl house is open. He doesn’t have a working portal, he can’t get in. I know it’s not… the most ideal situation… to uproot and move to the boiling isles, but—”

“I can’t just move, Eda, Vee and Hunter have a life, they have friends, and I can’t just make them leave that! Not to mention, Belos went after Hunter’s friends once, I can’t guarantee that he won’t do it again, and I can’t just leave them in that situation. No. Belos has to go, and he has to go fast.”

“Alright, alright. It just hasn’t exactly proven easy to get ahead of Belos. But that might be because we’re witches, and he already distrusts us and is watching us. You might have more luck as a human.” Eda hissed out. “Look, I don’t know of a surefire way to kill him, buuuuut… I might know someone who does. C’mon.”

Eda summoned her staff, and before Camila could protest, shoved her on it and took off. She clung tightly to Eda, yelping as the ground fell away.

“Haha, you’re just like Luz. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”

The staff swooped downwards, and they landed in front of a huge fortress. “Welcome to the ex conformatorium. Now we’re just sorta keeping a few of Belos’ worst lackeys locked up here until we can figure out what to do with them. Now, the person we’re going to see might tell you how to beat Belos. But, uh… don’t mention that it’s to help Hunter. Or that you’re his mother. Just don’t mention Hunter, okay?”

“Okay?”

Eda led Camila to a cell containing one tiny red woman with what looked like a hand for hair. “Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, Kiki!”

“What do you want?”

“Don’t go spreading this around, but, well, seems your old boss is still kicking somewhere. Any tips on how to kill him? Or how long, hypothetically speaking, before he collapses into a puddle of goop and fails to get up?”

“Belos will live as long as he needs to in order to carry out his plans. You can’t outwait him, Owl Lady, he’ll just sink back to wait for a good time to return.”

“How about killing him, then?” Camila demanded. The word was still heavy and clunky on her tongue, but…

The woman’s eyes lit up. “There was only one person Belos was ever scared of…”

Xxx

…and you’ll find him at the end of a staircase on the titan’s head.

“Are you sure about this?”

Camila clutched at her purse, but squared her shoulders, starting the march down the stairs. “Strange star deity? Why not, just another thing on the list, right?” She paused as she got closer to the end of the stairs. “Do you hear… crying?”

“Camila—” Eda started.

It was too late. Camila’s feet flew over ground, mounds of white and gold blurring past. She only stopped when she heard a yelp from Eda, and took a closer look at her surroundings.

Skulls leered up at her, surrounded by broken gold masks. Camila twisted around, but they were everywhere as she backed away. “What is this place?” she whispered, her voice echoing in the cavern.

What is this place?

Eda’s face was even paler than usual, and she picked up one of the masks with shaking hands. “Camila…?”

“What?”

“When Hunter first came to your world, what was he wearing?”

“A cloak, a tunic, pants, some boots, gloves. Why?”

Eda nodded. “Ah. Usually… a mask like these went with that outfit.”

Camila felt her gut churn. “What is this place?!” she demanded.

“I don’t know. I don’t… all I know is that Hunter wasn’t the first golden guard. And from the looks of it... Belos didn’t tend to hold onto them for very long.”

If he hadn’t come to the human realm…

Camila pushed that thought away. “We are finding that disc.”

She ran back towards the crying. “Hello?” she called, “Hello? Who’s there?”

“Huh?!”

Camila spotted the disc, and then a shadow opened its eyes at her feet.

“Who are you? Did the draining spell work?”

Camila took a step back. “I’m—ah—my name is Camila. And no. It didn’t work.”

“Good. I hope Phillip is livid.” The shadow circled around her. “Hey, any chance you wanna play a game?”

Camila crouched down next to the shadow. “How… old are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s your name?”

“Everyone calls me Collector, so I guess that’s it!”

“Kikimora said Belos is… scared of you?” a kid?

“He should be! One day, I’m going to get out, and he is going to be so sorry he threw me down here like one of his Grimwalker playthings!” The shadow tilted its head. “Hey, do you want to let me out? You have titan’s blood, you can use it to set me free!”

Camila clutched the key. “I—my daughter needs this. Look, where are you? Are you in this disc?”

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnno. Not exactly.”

“Ay… Eda, he’s a kid. I can’t use a kid to fight Belos!”

“Creepy kid,” Eda muttered

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait, don’t leave! Don’t leave, I’ll fight Belos for you, just don’t leave me here!”

Camila scooped the disc up, tucking it into her bag. “I’m not leaving you behind.” She pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, her shoulders slumping. “I’ll just… have to think of something else. Maybe I should send them here. Just until… I can figure it out.”

“The Owl House is open to any of Luz’s friends or family. Especially if they’re hiding out from that creep. I mean, if you don’t mind a giant feathery bird woman bursting into the human realm, I could—”

“No. Thank you, Eda. But enough people have found out as it is, I… I don’t want to draw too much attention to the kids.”

“Low profile. Gotcha. If you need any help…”

“I’ll let you know.”

The house was still silent when she got back. Camila slowly climbed the stairs. Her room looked just as she’d left it, and she packed a few changes of clothes, lugging the suitcase to the kids’ room.

The bag fell out of her hand.

Luz and Vee’s bunk bed was untouched, their clothes still neatly in drawers and hanging up in the closet, Vee’s schoolbag leaning gently against the bag.

But Hunter’s clothes were thrown around on the floor, some of them ripped apart. His school bag had been dumped out, his notes torn to shreds. His mattress was off of the bedframe, flipped over.

“Oh, he’s mad, mad,” the shadow child’s voice chuckled, “Hate to be the guy who lives here, when Belos catches him, it’s over.”

Camila’s knees wobbled, and she collapsed to her knees. “I can’t,” she whispered.

“Let me out, then,” the child whined, “I can do it for you!”

Camila shook her head. “I’ll get you out eventually when I can find a way to do it that won’t destroy Luz’s key, but you don’t have to fight my battles for me.”

The shadow darted from destroyed item to destroyed item. “What? Why not? Wouldn’t that be easier for everyone?”

“You’re just a kid, right? There are enough children in this fight as it is. I’m not making it one more.”

“Why? I mean.” The shadow darted back to its disc. “That’s how everyone plays, right? I do something for you, and then we can play a game?”

Camila pushed herself back to her feet, gathering up untorn clothes from the floor, and then packing some of Luz and Vee’s as well. “Well, I’m not going to make you fight for me. I’ll get you out when I can, but you don’t have to fight Belos. We can play a game, though, uhhhh, what do you like? Go Fish? Hide and go seek?”

“TREASURE HUNT!” they howled, sliding across all of the torn things on the ground. “Look!”

Camila knelt down next to the shadow, gingerly picking up an old leatherbound journal. A slip of paper fell out, a curly hand scrawled across it.

In case you want to know the true nature of what it is you’ve invited into your home.

The same curly script read Phillip Wittebane on the inside cover of the journal. “What the…?” Wittebane. Why does that sound familiar?

“That’s Belos’,” the shadow child said cheerfully, “He keeps track of all his experiments in there.”

Camila frowned. “Why does he think he could turn me against Vee?”

“What’s Vee?”

“My daughter, a basilisk.”

“Oh. Yeah, I don’t think this book is about her.”

Camila flipped through the pages. “Then what would it be—” a pair of magenta eyes stared at her from the paper, and she dropped the book with a yelp. “What is that?” she said shakily.

“You mean you haven’t seen it?”

“Seen what?!”

“One of Belos’ Grimwalkers. It ran off to the human realm, he thought maybe he could get it back.” The shadow child tapped their chin. “Come to think of it, maybe he did get it, and that’s why you haven’t seen it! He didn’t tell me, though, boo. He’s such a liar.”

Camila delicately picked the book back up. “And a Grimwalker is…?”

“Well, they all kind of look something like this!”

The shadow child shifted to a very familiar profile, with an aquiline nose and a strand of hair that refused to go back with the rest. Pieces started clicking in Camila’s mind, and she shook her head. What is going on?!

“You might have also seen it looking like this?”

The profile shifted to a long cloak with a hood, and the nose melted into one of those masks from the pit.

“Belos likes to make and break them. He’s not very careful with his toys, I think he likes destroying them.”

Camila felt sick to her stomach. “What are they, though?”

“Copies. Better versions of an old friend, he kept saying. He grew them in a pit!” He turned into a silhouette of the ground and a hand punched its way out. “He had all these creepy bones and skin and lungs and rocks and stuff he used to build them, but he started running out because he was making too many.”

Camila tucked the book back into her bag. Her legs were shaking, but she forced herself to keep standing, to stumble towards the door. “We have to go.”

“Why?”

“I have to get back to my kids, I—”

“Why? They’ll be okay on their own.”

“Because that’s what parents do.”

“What about me?”

Camila bent down to pick up the suitcase handle, dragging it down the stairs. “Well, you’re coming too, aren’t you?”

“I am?”

“If you want. Hey, I said I wasn’t leaving you behind, right?”

“If I want?”

“If you’d rather stay here, I can set the disc somewhere.”

“No! I want to go with you and hunt more treasure!”

“Alright, then.” Camila dragged the suitcase towards the stairs. “But there’s somewhere else we need to go first.”

Xxx

Camila still wasn’t back. Hunter checked the time. Then checked it again.

“Where is she?! Do we… go after her?”

His legs wouldn’t take the step towards the door, locked in place. Come on, what if she needs you?! What if Belos caught her?

His legs wobbled at the thought, and he clutched the counter for support, head spinning.

What if…

Crunch.

Hunter jumped at the sound, then peered out the kitchen window to see what had made it. Jade was standing in her backyard with his old staff, trying to hit a target she’d drawn on the fence. She was missing, based on the smoking, damaged part of the fence that was NOT the target. He shook his head.

“She’ll never hit it with that stance,” he told Flapjack, “Should I give her a few tips?”

The palisman chirped in agreement, and he stepped onto the porch, inhaling the fresh air deeply. The sun was just a little bit too bright, but the air didn’t smell like decay, and the temperature was perfect, and the porch was solid and firm beneath his feet, even though he swayed. He padded over to Jade.

“Practicing?”

She yipped, nearly dropping the staff. “Oh! Hey, don’t scare me like that, I could take your head off!”

“How long have you been out here?”

“Couple of hours.” She glowered at the target. “I can’t hit it.”

“But hey, you’re consistently generating the magic, right? That’s good.”

“Not much good if I can’t hit anything with it.” Her hands trembled on the staff, and he turned them over. Blisters were starting to form on her hands, and he winced, his own hands aching in sympathy.

“Time to take a break.”

“What?”

“Time to take a break. If you rub your hands raw doing drills, it makes it really, really, really hard to pick anything up the next day, trust me. Gloves help with the chafing. Or wrapping your hands up beforehand. Or both if you plan to be practicing all day.” He held up his own scarred, calloused hands. “At least until the skin on your hands hardens a little more. Still should probably wear gloves, though.”

“Just a little longer. Until I can hit it at least once or twice.”

Her voice hitched, and she bit her lip as she took aim again, hands trembling.

“…Jade? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Uh oh.

“Are you? Really?”

Jade fired again. Another miss. “Yeah. I’m fine, I have to be.”

“…Jade?”

She twisted the staff around in her hands. “I’m—you and Thomas, you… you went through something awful, you got hurt, you’re—and I—I’m supposed to be there for you, that’s who I am, right? I’m the one who bounces back from things, and who keeps smiling and is cheerful, and that’s how I help, I’m the one who keeps going so I can be there for you, and—and—” her eyes filled with tears.

“But one of my best friends is from another dimension, and he was some kind of child soldier, and two of my friends got kidnapped, and I didn’t even notice, and… And your uncle is terrifying, Hunter, I only met him for a few minutes, but he nearly killed me, and he hurt you, and he made me feel all sick and twisted and upset with myself in moments, with just a few sentences, and I thought I could handle it! I thought I would be okay going in there, but… I mean, I know you, I know how he made you feel, I don’t know why I thought I could handle it, I don’t know, maybe I was just stupid, or prideful to think that I could take him when he hurt you so badly, that I would be different, somehow.”

She ran a hand through her hair, clutching at it. “And I know that what happened to me isn’t nearly as bad as what you and Thomas went through, I mean, Thomas can’t even sleep, he’s so messed up about this, and you’re all banged up and can’t even move without wincing, and you look like you’re going to collapse at any moment, and meanwhile, what, I’m scared about a few minutes? I can’t be all out of whack right now, because you guys went through something so much worse, and—”

Hunter tugged the staff out of Jade’s hands, collapsing it and tucking it away. He bit his lower lip, then opened up his arms. She just stared at him for a moment, and a oh this was NOT the right thing to do thought flashed through his mind before she fell forward into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.

Ow.

His muscles ached and shook, but he wrapped his arms around her anyway. It felt… weird to be on this side of the hug.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“I’m… used to this, to him. You and Thomas… aren’t.”

“That’s not better.” She pulled back. “Are you really that desensitized?”

“No,” he admitted. “I’m… trying not to think about the fact that he’s still out there or that I don’t know if he knows where I am, or that my mom is out and I don’t know…” He twisted his hands around, tucking them into his hoodie pocket, his thumb wiggling into a new hole from his time with Belos. “There’s a lot I’m trying not to think about it, there’s always a lot that I’m trying not to think about all the time, because I think if I do, it’ll be too much and I’ll be drowning again, and…” he shook his head. “It’s better to just not think about it.”

She tilted her head. “You know, my dad sees a really good therapist, I could—”

Hunter heard the beep of a car locking, and Jade frowned, walking back inside. “That’s odd. No one’s… supposed… to be…”

Jade’s father and mother blinked at them from the front door. “Jade? What’s…?”

“Uuuuuummmmmm, sooooooooo…”

Vee hopped up. “Hi, Mr. and Dr. Lanson! We’re so sorry for intruding, but uhhhh, our living situation has sort have been…”

“Compromised,” Hunter piped up.

“Jade let us stay here. We’ll get out of here if you need us to—”

Mr. Lanson’s eyes drifted over to Hunter, fixing on the bandages around his head. His eyebrows moved into an angry v, twisting his face into a scowl. “Where are they?” he rumbled.

Jade bounced from one foot to another. “Dad, I—”

“Where. Are. They.”

“We don’t know,” Luz piped up, “We just… weren’t sure it would be safe to stay at home.”

“Where’s Camila?”

“Picking up clothes and stuff from home. Like we said, we can leave if—”

“No,” Dr. Lanson piped up, “It’s alright, if you need a few days to figure things out.” She crossed the room to Hunter. “Have you been to a doctor?”

He shook his head.

“Let me take a look, head wounds aren’t a joke.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Jade whispered, her voice wobbly.

Her mother wrinkled her nose at her. “I’m not upset, but I wish you’d asked. Or at least warned me. Phone’s working, right?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Mmm.” Dr. Lanson sat Hunter down in the kitchen. “Now, let’s have a look at that head.”

Xxx

Camila surveyed the Gravesfield museum, shaking her head. “Whoof. Haven’t been here since I attacked and locked up the curator.”

“Hey, Camila, look!”

Camila whirled around to see Collector sliding across a stone statue. “Hey!” she hissed, “Someone might see you!”

“Whoops.” He slithered back to the purse. “Didn’t know we were playing hide and seek, sorry.”

“Not everything is a game. There are people here who would take you away if they saw you, and I need you to understand that, okay? If you want to be safe, you have to hide from most humans.”

“Boy, you sound an awful lot like Belos. He wanted me to hide because he didn’t want anyone else getting my power, though. Anyway, just look at the statue, though!”

Camila tilted her head up at the stone faces she must have walked past a million times. A jolt ran down her spine. “Who is he?” she asked in a whisper.

The Brothers Wittebane, the plaque at the base of the statue answered.

Wittebane.

Camila pulled the journal out. “Wittebane,” she murmured, “Collector?”

“Belos, Phillip Wittebane, same guy. Glad we’re on the same page. We don’t like him, want him dead as quickly as possible, that guy?”

Camila marched to the museum. Closed, a sign on the door read. She pounded on the door. “JACOB!”

“Don’t come in!” his voice yelped, footsteps pounding towards the door, “Don’t open that door, it’s—AUGH!”

Camila shoved open the door, smacking something big with it.

“OW!”

Jacob was dangling from the ceiling, a rope wrapped around his ankle. Camila rolled her eyes, squeezing past and lowering him down.

“Did you just get caught in your own trap?”

“I was trying to keep you from stepping in it!” He pulled his ankle out. “Is everything good? Thomas is safe?”

“Thomas is safe. What do you know about the brothers Wittebane?”

“Huh? Why the sudden interest?”

Camila crossed her arms. “Try because my son looks exactly like one of them?”

Jacob jabbed a finger at her. “Yes! Exactly! Finally, someone else has said it! He does!”

“Okay, yes, yes, now who are they?!”

“The town founders, or at least that’s how the story goes. Got lured into a hellish realm, never returned.”

“And their names? Do you know their names?”

“No one really knows, but the popular tellings call them Phillip and Caleb.”

“That was the name!” Collector cried from her purse.

Jacob’s head whipped around. “What was that?!”

Camila put a hand over her purse. “Nothing! Nothing. Thanks, Jacob, bye!”

She dashed out, going around the side of the building and pulling out the disc. “Alright, alright. So… Phillip is Belos.”

“Yeah.”

“Phillip had a brother called Caleb.”

“Never met him.”

“And he…” Camila tugged the book out, staring again at those magenta eyes. “And Hunter is…”

“A copy. A magic imitation. So you have seen him!” Collector tilted his head at her. “How come you called him your son?”

“Because he is.”

No matter how he came into this world.

Really, does this change anything? So he was made in a pit somewhere by Belos. What’s the big deal? It’s not any weirder than where baby humans come from. It’s not like it changes anything about him.

“Uh, no he’s not. He’s not anybody’s son, unless you count Caleb, I guess. He doesn’t have parents.”

“Well, he’s my son now.”

“You can just do that? But—but Belos kept saying that the Grimwalkers were his!”

“They’re not,” Camila growled, “They’re their own people. They can make their own decisions, and live their own lives without him. Just like me. Just like you.”

“I can’t make my own decisions. I’m stuck, I have to go wherever people take my disc.”

“I’m going to get you out. I promise.”

“That’s what Phillip said, too.”

Camila stood back up, tucking the journal and the disc back into her bag. “Well. I’m not Phillip.”

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #my writing #hunter noceda #camila noceda #toh hunter #jacob hopkins #thomas hopkins #jade lanson #the collector

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Chapter 13

The next day Jules woke up to matty placing small kisses all along her face, she giggled and said "Goodmorning to you too healy". "Morning baby" matty smiled, and placed one last kiss on her lips, before pulling away and getting out of bed.

"That's gotta be the best way i've ever been woken up" jules responded, getting out of bed as well. She walked to the window and opened the curtains, revealing the gloomy sky "Rainy out today in Dallas isn't it, reminds me of england" she said, giggling at her own joke. "Right, hopefully it clears up" Matty responded as he pulled his shirt over his head, suddenly a ringing filled the room "Whos calling this early in the morning?" jules asked as she went to her suitcase and pulled out an outfit. "It's my mum, i promised her that I'd talk to her today" matty said, as he grabbed his phone and answered the facetime call. Jules quickly made her way to the bathroom, so matty could have his private time to talk to his mom.

Just as she finished getting dressed, she heard her name being called "Jules my mum wants to say hi" matty called out. Jules froze not knowing what to do, she wanted to meet his mom but was nervous, especially since it would be over the phone and not in person. "Coming!" she called out and hesitantly opened the bathroom door, quietly making her way to where matty was sitting.

"Mum I want you to meet my beautiful girlfriend julie" matty said, then placed a quick kiss on her cheek, causing a blush to spread across her face. "Hi its a pleasure to meet you!" jules responded, Denise's face lit up when she saw the young girl come into the frame "Hey julie! Aren't you a beautiful little thing, it's so nice to meet you darling" Denise said, her smile never leaving her face.

"You two make a beautiful couple, and julie you have my son whipped for the whole time you were getting ready he kept talking about you" , matty groaned at his mother exposing him like "Mumm" he whined. Jules giggled "Aw well hes got me quite whipped as well" jules said, looking over at her boyfriend and smiling "Aw aren't you guys so cute! I wish I was there to meet you in person julie, but when you lot get back from tour I'll have you both over for dinner! You can meet my husband, and mattys brother, oh and i can show you matty's old room and baby photos" she rambled.

"Mum I think we gotta go" matty said, trying to end the conversation before his mom went on about him as a child. "Aw I was enjoying hearing about younger you matty," jules giggled, "That sounds lovely Denise we would love to have dinner with you when we get back, right matty" She said, looking towards her boyfriend, who had zoned out from the conversation, she elbowed him in the side "Ow! Yeah mum we'd love to! I'll call you later, we have to leave for the venue soon" matty said, bidding a quick goodbye to his mom before hanging up the call.

"She's so nice" jules said, smiling, "She can be a bit much but I love her to death, and also now my side hurts thank you very much" matty teased. "Aw baby I'm sorry" she said, rubbing his side, then leaning in to kiss him, "Ok i forgive you" he giggled as he kissed her again.

After gathering everything they needed for the day from their room, the couple made their way down to the lobby and too the venue.

"Look the love birds are here" George teased as Jules and matty walked hand in hand through the door, they were late by a few minutes as usual. Matty flipped george off as he sat down on the couch, pulling jules down with him. "Wheres adam?" matty asked, as if on cue Adam walked in with a diaper bag on his shoulder, and right behind him stood Carly, who was holding a sleeping baby in her arms.

"Hey everyone" Carly whispered, trying not to wake the sleeping child "Hey carly, it's so good to see you again!" ross said, she gently handed the baby over to adam, then pulled ross into a hug. "It's so great to see you all again, we missed you and this little guy definitely missed his daddy" carly said, looking over at her husband who was gently bouning their son in his arms.

" Julie right? It's so nice to finally meet you" Carly said, julie quickly got up from her spot on the couch "Its so nice to meet you" jules responded back, carly smiled and pulled jules into a hug. "Welcome to the family julie" carly whispered in her ear before pulling away, it was such a cute and small gesture that made jule's heart swell.

"Hann I know we've seen your son before but he looks more and more like you every day" matty said, as he admired the baby in his friends arms, "You think? Carly says he has my eyes but I dont know" adam responded in a hushed tone. "We just wanted to say hi before we had to begin practice, Carly's parents flew out with her and the baby, so she's going to go back to the hotel to feed him and then they'll watch him, so she can come to the show tonight" Adam said as he gently placed the baby in the carrier.

"It was so nice meeting you, we'll talk more later" carly said to jules, before she picked up the carrier and the diaper bag, she quickly waved goodbye to everyone, before adam went to go escort her back to the car.

"Aw their son it so adorable" jules said, as she sat back down on the couch "Yeah, Hann was always the one to take care of us, it's like he was made to be a dad and you're right their son is adorable" matty said, sitting down as well and wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

"You guys ready for the show tonight? I was thinking we switch up one of the songs tonight, I'm thinking we play 'Tonight' " matty said, looking at the band for approval. Jules smiled, he knew that was one of her favorite songs by them and also the song he sang to help calm her down when she had panic attacks. "I think that sounds good, we'll tell hann when he comes back" george agreed.

After Adam had gotten back to the green room, the band made their way to the main stage and Jules made her way to the front lobby to help set up the merch stands.

"Hey jules!" Jaime called out to her, as she was folding shirts. "Hey jaime, hows it going?" she asked, and continued to fold shirts "It's good, tonight is going to be a crazy one, but I wanted to tell you some good news, well two things first tonight you'll be able to watch the whole show, you have been working hard these past couple weeks and deserve a night off, and two when we get back for the U.K tour there is going to be a new addition joining us. Since the UK and Europe venues are bigger then the ones in the US, we typically have two heads of merchandise. So when we start back up again it's going to be you and jade being the co-heads of merchandise. sound good?" he said, Jules was curious to meet this new person, it wasn't going to be for a while so she put it in the back of her mind for now, what she really was excited for was watching the boys perform tonight.

"Wow that sounds great, I'm excited to meet her, and more excited to watch the show tonight" she responded, "Awesome! Now you can go watch the boys soundcheck, I got lily coming in to run the stand tonight so you could have the night off" jaime said, jules smiled and grabbed her stuff, sending a quick thank you in Jaime's direction as she quickly made her way to the main stage.

She could hear the band tuning their instruments as she walked through the doors, she was able to make her way to the barricade before matty called out "Well look who came to watch" he smiled, "Jaime gave me the night off so I get to watch the whole show with you and party" Jules responded, "God bless that man, I'm happy to have my girl in the audience for the entire show this time" matty said, he couldn't have been happier, he crouched down and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

"What song should we start with?" Matty asked, turning to the band "How about UGH!" Jules suggested, Matty nodded his head and looked towards the band "You guys down for that?" matty asked, the boys all nodded their heads in agreement. Matty nodded his head and george began the starting tempo of the song.

After a few more songs the band decided to take a quick smoke break, they had been practicing for about an hour and felt like they had everything down and ready for tonight's show.

While the band was outside smoking, jules was inside silently scrolling through instagram, when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw it was carly , "Hey! Julie right?" she asked "Yes! Hey hows it going!" jules responded " It's good! It's nice to finally meet you! Adam has told me you and matty are together, he said matty doesn't stop talking about you" carly said, Jules giggled at the last part "Yes! We've been together for 3 weeks, and is that so? I probably talk about him just as much" Julie said, smiling just thinking about the boy.

"You know I've been a fan since they started the band and I've always wanted to meet you" jules giggled " you and adam are so adorable and you're literally so gorgeous" she finished. Carly smiled at her "you're sweet Julie, thank you. It's nice to be here and see adam again, I missed him and being cooped up for so long just me and the baby was starting to make me a bit crazy, i needed to get out and talk to some adults" Carly said, chuckling at the last part.

"Your baby is so cute! And we're happy to have you guys with us, I love the boys don't get me wrong but i'm happy to finally have another girl around" jules said, letting out a giggle. "Yeah I can understand, I was the same way, then charli came along, but you know she's busy recording so it would usually only be me, so its nice to not be the only girl" carly said, smiling at her new friend.

"I look forward to hanging out Carly! Oh and if you guys ever need a babysitter let me know! Matty and I would be more than happy to help" Jules said. "Thats sweet, I'll keep that in mind" carly said, as the boys walked back through the door.

"Hey baby" matty said walking up to jules, and wrapping his arms around her waist, she giggled in response "Hey matty, you ready for tonight," she said. "Yeah it should be fun, can I bring you on stage for robbers?" he asked, turning her around to see her reaction, jules bit her lip, thinking, "do you think that's the best idea? After everything thats happened on social media?" everything is Jules wanted to say yes, she was just nervous about what could happen "Baby I don't care what they think, if I wanna kiss my beautiful girlfriend on stage then I'm going to kiss her" matty chuckled, pulling her into a kiss.

Jules blushed "You have a way with words Healy, if it's ok with Jaime then yes", matty smiled and kissed her again "Perfect and I already asked him he said yes, I just needed to get you on board", jules just laughed and nodded her head "i'm excited then, you gonna wear a bandana then so we can recreate that kiss?".

"If you want then yeah, we probably have one, can I borrow your floral blouse too then?" matty thought if he was going to wear the bandana might as well go all the way and do the full look. Jules smiled and nodded her head "Yeah its at the hotel so I'll have to get it before the show starts, wanna come with me?". Matty nodded his head in response, he quickly told the band that they were going to go back to the hotel, he grabbed jules hand, intertwining their fingers together, and the two made their way out of the venue and too the hotel

A/N : Thought a little moment with the Hann family and the band would be cute! and Jules and Carly becoming friends! also, the robbers kiss 👀 look forward to the next chapter to see it! love you all 🫶

#matty healy #matty healy x oc #mattyhealyfanfic #the 1975 #adam hann #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfiction #george daniel #ross macdonald

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Record Scratch Chapter 2 -Fanfiction

Nino has felt anger, but believes he has it contained. Still, he approaches Chloe out of curiosity, but when he denies his emotions he finds himself rebuffed. As life proves the lie that he is in control, Nino seeks her out again, this time, to see if she really is right.

Full chapter below the break

Civics class again, but this time he was in the right seat; in the right seat and fifteen minutes early. He was also listening to a single clip of music over and over. The lead-in he’d worked out a month ago. The timing on the high hats was clear in his head but the rest of it was simply refusing to come. He’d listened to samples, run through his library a dozen times, he’d even gone back to the napkin-scrawled freeform poem that had inspired this piece. It wouldn’t come though. He kept thinking of that trip to the crepe stand where he’d gotten the napkin. From there it all wound back around on itself.

Nino tapped his pencil in time, trying to pull it along. Tap, tap tap. Snap. Two pieces of pencil rolled limply in his hand. So much for music. He glanced at his phone. She’d be here in 3… 2…

Alya sat down on cue. Nino stashed his broken pencil, too quickly. He caught her eye.

She reached across to playfully pull one of his headphones away from his head. “Working on that song, Deej?”

Nino shoved his headphones into his bag, and pulled out his notebook. “No point in it now, is there?”

He froze even before he heard her soft intake of breath. He felt terrible as she whispered, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.”

Nino traced the origin of his sharp response. The cracks - something was seeping out. He rubbed his forehead. “No, I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t sleep great last night. The music’s been fighting me. I stayed up too late and went to bed with a skull full of sounds.”

She flashed him a sympathetic smile, a second dawn for the day. “You’re going to have to set an alarm - or should I set one so I’ll be able to tell you to go to sleep wherever we are?”

Yes! “No, babe. I’m fine. I’ll get used to it.”

She bit her bottom lip, hesitating. Nino felt like the worst punk for putting confusion into those eyes. Alya wasn’t ever easily deterred, though. She brightened again. “Hey, how about I come over one of these nights? We can sit back to back. I’ll work on the blog, you string together an electric symphony, just like always?”

Nino could already feel the warm pressure of her back on his. “Maybe ah- sometime, babe. Right now, I just got a lot on my plate.”

The rejection surprised her only slightly less than it surprised him. What am I doing?!

Alya nodded, that smile slid behind the clouds. "Okay, Deej. Just, let me know when, okay?"

He thumbed his notebook open without looking back at her. "Yeah, babe."

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Nino had dodged everyone this time on the way out at the end of the day. He felt brittle and itchy under his skin. The two halves of his pencil jabbed him from his jeans pocket, reminding him of Alya’s hurt surprise. He needed to get home before anything else went wrong today.

“Well, it looks like you at least know how to keep some things a secret.”

I jumped as if a viper had bit me. Near miss anyway.

I turned to see her stepping down the front steps behind me. A pencil skirt and double breasted blouse with no room to spare in it enhanced the metaphor further. She towered above me until she reached my step, and even then she looked me in the eye. Already on edge, I wasn’t in the mood. “What are you talking about now?”

“Oh, there it is,” she purred. Her hair was up in a messy bun, but with its length the curls still spilled down to frame her face. I felt another barb forming on my lips but she continued. “I meant none of your little posse has seen fit to accost me for ‘abducting’ you. That means you must not have told them. I know how this works.”

I shrugged, keeping my cards close to my chest. I continued down the steps, trying to take back some of the momentum in the exchange. She fell in beside me, step for step.

I looked around but couldn't see her limo yet. Maybe I was safe this time. “Yeah, what was I gonna say? I still don’t get why you’re talking to me anyway. Is ripping on Marinette really that big a deal anymore? Still, I’ve been thinking…”

Her lips did unsavory things to the simple sound, “Oh?”

I cleared my throat to erase an image. “That hardware you have at your place. What’s it all for?”

She laughed and somewhere men fell down and begged. “You saw what it was for. It’s mine, Daddy got it for me.”

That couldn’t be it. You didn’t keep that kind of power around just to make a little noise. Then again, a dame like her just might. “Do you know how to use half of it?”

“I figured out what I needed. The rest, who cares? It’s enough to see to my needs.”

We reached the bottom of the stairs, and I was running out of sidewalk. I knew if her car pulled up I was in for another close brush if I stuck around. I couldn’t leave without the goods, though; at least, without taking my shot. “I could show you how to use it sometime? I’ve always wanted to mess with gear that high end. I tried to add it all up and stopped when I hit a million.”

She turned to me. That cutting blue gaze pulled. I held my ground. She took over my space, leaning closer. A glance back the way we came, just a shift of her eyes. I didn’t dare take my eyes off her. She murmured, “Do I get to hear you scream?”

The ash, the cracks; something about her stirred it up. She was tied too closely to the memory. When was I going to learn this dame was bad news? “No, I already told you. I’m not gonna do that to Alya.”

She drew back, hands clasped before her just like church on Sundays. It wasn’t fooling anyone. Neither was that little pout. “Then I don’t see any reason to let you touch my buttons.”

What could I say to that? I couldn’t play her game. I felt the rawness throbbing through the cracks. My salve was a stack of old photos back home in their place of honor on the shelf. I wanted to pray to Alya to save me, but I was no longer welcome at that altar.

BeeBee’s limo pulled up and my scramble backwards brought another laugh to her lips. Where was she going? Home? Would she close the curtains and turn into that sweat-slick creature again? It wasn’t the answer. It wouldn’t be the answer. The click of the car door pulled me back out of the struggle for my soul.

Her limo drove away.

“Carapace, heads up. Coming your way!”

Cat Noir's voice switched Carapace from his search to readiness. Turning, he had just enough time to bring his shield up before the akuma bounced off it. A flurry of scratches and scrapes from the other side hinted at what he'd almost fallen prey to. A line of pain across his thigh reminded him a shield was no perfect defense.

Carapace heaved the akuma way. A quick glance down confirmed: no cut. The miraculous suit protected the user from the injury, but not the sensation. Eyes up, he circled on the rooftop opposite the akuma: A small impish creature with a brilliant red hat and host of knives at his disposal. Two wicked blades, one in each hand were the norm for this akuma. The score that floated around him though, those were new.

Carapace was sick of this guy. "Give it up, Rick. We've done this dance before."

Rick O'Shae raised one knife, running his pointed tongue along the blade. "Oh we've danced boyo, but I've learned some new steps. How many can ye protect? How many do I get ta dip mae hat in before it's all said and done? Each one another spark for his fluttership to turn into a new little demon to bring ye down."

Ladybug landed to the akuma's left, at a distance. "This ends now, Rick. Cat Noir, right hand! Carapace, give him a boost!"

Carapace was ready; this was a long practiced maneuver. Cat Noir's leap carried him onto Carapace's shield. Both heroes combined their strength, launching Cat Noir like a bullet at the akuma.

Long-practiced had its problems too. Rick O'Shae saw it coming and was already airborne. Cat Noir's strike missed. The Cat hero twisted to launch himself again, but the akuma had a new trick for their old.

"Paint the town red, boys!"

The attendant blades flew from Rick, launching themselves not at the heroes but the bystanders. A score of blades, and three heroes to stop them.

"Shelter!"

Carapace focused. A single shield could only protect one person but he'd been trying new things too. It required pushing. The shield didn't want to break. Turtles only had one shell. It wouldn't budge. Time was slowing, the glint of the sun on sharpened steel stood out as it raced towards a father shielding his son.

Shelter wasn't budging, he needed more. He needed…

Carapace dug into the cracks, into the red burning down below the ash. It was only too eager to comply. He gritted his teeth and pushed.

The shelter flew apart. Carapace could feel each piece with his mind. Hands outstretched, he guided them. A score of blades struck, a score of shields stopped them. The knives rebounded at new targets. Carapace pulled mental strings, the fragments of shelter interposed themselves, saving a second wave. Again, again, again, the blades were relentless. Carapace was dimly aware of Cat Noir in a circling dance with the akuma.

The battle dropped itself at his feet. Cat Noir pinned the squirming imp with one arm and powdered the knife in his right hand with cataclysm. The blades ceased their assault. Carapace released shelter and gasped under the exhaustion this new trick cost him.

Ladybug's, "Bye bye, little akuma" was a gentle counterpoint to the violence. Cat Noir pulled the akumatized prisoner up.

He was Richard Sinnely, sentenced for multiple assaults, a favorite willing victim for Shadowmoth. After all, what did a prisoner have to lose? Ladybug couldn't exactly spend days of her life trying to hash out the legality and distinction between willing and unwilling akumatizations.

Richard grinned at Carapace, "Nice trick, boyo. Think you can save 'em all next time?"

His smile vanished as the rim of Carapace's shield met his chin. Richard spun, spitting teeth as he fell.

"Carapace!" Ladybug interposed herself even before Richard hit the ground.

Carapace blinked dumbly at her. He couldn't connect the last few seconds.

Ladybug shoved him. "Cat Noir, get this jerk back to the police. Carapace, with me, now."

Carapace struggled to explain himself. "Ladybug I-"

"NOW."

Ladybug swung away and Carapace followed. She dropped into an alley and he still couldn't find a reason for what he'd done.

Ladybug rounded on him. The set of her jaw meant business, but the death grip on her yo-yo gave away her anxiety. "First! That was a brilliant use of shelter. Good job improvising, you saved people out there. Second. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

Ladybug threw her hands up, stalked back and forth, squeezed her yo-yo as if she might crush it, then turned back to him.

“I already fixed everything! I can’t do anything about this!”

Carapace knew there was no defense. The truth was inadequate. “I’m sorry, Ladybug. I don’t know why I snapped.”

Ladybug resumed pacing. “Oh I know why. I mean, he’s one of the worst, I get it. We’d all love to put him down hard enough he couldn’t be used as an akuma again. But we can’t do that. We’re the good guys.” She turned and jabbed Carapace in the chest. “You need to get yourself figured out!”

His defenses rose against that attack. “It’s not that! I’m fine, we’re fine. Rena Rouge and I are-”

“No!” Ladybug poked him again. “You’re not fine. You don’t do that when you’re fine.” She sighed and let her hand drop. “You’ve got friends, Carapace. Can’t you let them help you?”

With the weight of his actions on his shoulders, he couldn’t muster another protest. “No, I mean yes. I mean, it’s just not working. I’m sorry Ladybug. I’ll try harder. I-” He reached for his wrist, and the bracelet that had hung there for years now. “Do you want this back?”

Ladybug looked at his Miraculous for a long minute. Ever so gently she reached out a hand and laid it over his. “No. I might not call on you for a little while, if I can help it. You’re still a hero, or you wouldn’t care about what you did. I don’t want to lose you, I want you to be you again. Just… try for me. Talk to your friends.”

The relief was overwhelming. Carapace had been ready to surrender the miraculous, but it would have been like cutting off his own arm. He worried, “What about the guy I…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Ladybug sighed. “I don’t- We should be okay. There are plenty of heroes who are rougher on criminals than we are. The butterflies turn everyone into victims, which makes it hard. Someone who keeps getting akumatized at every turn, who seeks it out, they’re different though. I’m hoping the police will see it that way. I’ll talk to them.”

Carapace turned guilt into conviction. “If they decide I owe something, I’ll find a way to pay it.”

Ladybug shook her head, ”If they decide you owe something, we’ll all find a way. We’re a team, Carapace. Community service might not be a bad idea to suggest though. I mean, aside from saving the city pro-bono.”

Ladybug finished with a smile, and her resilience leaked into Carapace. He offered her a timid smile back.

Ladybug patted his chest where she’d poked him. “Now, go on, go home, and leave today behind you. Tomorrow will be better.”

Ladybug jumped away and Carapace transformed back. While Wayzz ate he basked in that Ladybug glow. It was hard to leave her presence unhappy. The glow faded on his way home though and by the time he got back to his room there was only the worry.

He couldn’t understand what had happened. He hadn’t felt angry before he swung. It was a split second of unaccountable anger. In that horrible instant Rick’s face was the face of everything wrong with the world. I… I did that, and I don’t even feel like it was me.

Wayzz kept quiet. Nino had the distinct impression that his little Kwami was scared. Of or for him, Nino couldn’t be sure; he hoped it was for him. Nino didn’t know where to begin soothing him. He didn’t have enough of a handle on himself to offer any sincere consolation to someone else.

Nino spent the rest of the evening waffling between homework and trying to pound out any progress on the tune. He had slightly more success at the homework, but not by much. He climbed into bed with the photo album again and flipped through pages, seeking solace once more. It came, but only by half. He knew it had already failed. Something had slipped out. He couldn’t let himself be angry, but that didn’t seem to mean that he wasn’t angry, and it was about more than just him now.

Nino closed the album. He kissed his fingers and ran them over the cover. He put it away and rolled over to face the wall. He knew what he had to do.

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It was a rainy day. That was good. The world shouldn’t be happy on a day like today. I pulled the collar of my coat up around my neck against the unseasonable chill and blew into my hands. How long would this stake out take? I cursed myself for not bringing a bottle of liquid courage along for the ride. I’d found shelter in the lee of an overhang, just beside the entrance to the school. From here I could see her waiting limo, but anyone coming out would have half the space of a step to notice me before I had the drop on them.

I would need it. Getting the drop on a dame like her was your only chance. I’d tangled twice now and barely made it out. This time I would have to-

Nino shook his head. “Nah, Nino my man, if you’re doing this, you’re doing it with your eyes open.”

He blew into his hands again. The rain and the chill were real enough. So was his plan, and the need to try and find some kind of angle to keep things from getting out of hand. He hunched back away from the rain. Okay, maybe this wasn’t my smartest move.

The snap of a bright yellow umbrella beside him made him jump. Chloé was down half a dozen steps before his heart started again. She moved like lightning between the school and her limo. Nino ran to catch up, ducking right under her umbrella with his heart still racing, or maybe racing faster.

He’d left all his finely crafted lines back in grainy black and white. “Hey.”

Her pace slowed, but not by much. "If this keeps up, my reputation will be ruined."

Nino was short on time and distance. He needed to think fast. This was always Alya's part. The cracks trembled at the name. "What reputation? That sound system still up for use?"

She stopped dead. Instead of answering right away she curled her wrist, umbrella shifting slowly to leave Nino to either move closer or get wet. He chose to get wet. Her eyes slid sideways to regard him keenly. "Are you saying I was right?"

Nino looked away, but didn't retreat. "Only one way to find out."

Without preamble, she handed him the umbrella. "Let's go."

He was left to hold it while she got in the limo, once inside she didn't take it back either. It was part of a game, Nino had already figured that out. Push and push again, to see where his breaking point was. How long has it been since she's had someone to mess with?

It was silence in the car and up through the hotel again. Plots and scenes lined up in his head, ready to be acted out, or at least narrated. Nino kept them at bay. The tingle of fear in his fingertips was real, and it was his.

In her suite she immediately shed her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. As she walked into the sitting room, more followed. Earrings, bracelets, the scrunchie that heroically kept her mane in check on a normal day. It was like a snake shedding its skin. She was barefoot, in just a cami and her capris by the time she approached the counter, glowing with freshly born vigor.

Nino checked himself self consciously. He had no bangles, no presentation, nothing to outwardly alter who he might be here. He was just - himself. And hopefully that's the point.

The room converted itself around him. Chloé was burbling a mad little giggle as her fingers tapped along the touchscreen. Nino moved up with caution, this was different than last time. "Shouldn't I be doing that?"

She looked up, and control slammed back into place. "You don't know what you're doing."

Nino pointed out, "I've used rigs like this since l'école. Well, not like this, but still, closer than I bet you have."

"Ha! Maybe, but not for this. If you knew how to do this, you wouldn't be here." Her finger hovered over the screen.

Nino glanced down to the song she had queued up. "Really?"

Chloé stabbed the screen.

The distorted tones that lead were familiar, gentle, and a lie. The soft plucks, like a harp meeting a raindrop, lulled the senses for only a few bars before exploding into a violent guitar riff that ripped apart the sine wave. Carefully arranged static ground around guitar chords and pulsed in the air and amid the cracks.

The roar died into a sickened turmoil, low and swaying. The singer's voice was a blend of whimper and snarl. Nino had listened to music like this before. He had dissected it, remixed it, understood it. Standing leaned over that console, for the first time, he felt it.

Chloé flashed her maddened grin and her hand went to the EQ, taking the slightest anticipatory pause before blasting the balance to hell and back.

Nino's hand came down over hers, halting the destruction. "Not like that." He barely recognized the gravel in his own voice.

He could feel it, the sparks running along the cracks. It was a careful balance. It could all spin out of control if he let it. Anger.

He had control. He showed her. His fingers moved over hers, guiding her hand along the sliders. Push the balance, hone the experience. What could have been tortured noise, instead remained fraught chords.

He was barely in his own skin, standing on a precipice. The words fell away to the rumbling and it all rattled along his bones, shaking the ash. It was loose, he was scared.

Perfume. The scent shot through everything else, then warmth. Her back bumping against his chest. She was close -how? She was within the sweep of his arms as they stood at the console. Their fingers interlaced over the sliders. Nino knew the bridge was coming and braced against it. He should have paid more attention to her other hand.

She wrenched the volume at the rise. Nino was knocked to his knees by a wall of sound. Vibrations shattered the cracks, ash fell away and the raw red beneath flared into life.

Alya. Smiling, beautiful, laughing, dressed in a business suit, coming home to a house they'd never owned, in the front row at a show he'd never done, hustling kids never born. Nino reached for the only future he had ever wanted and a chasm opened between them.

Nino screamed. The fire burned higher. Anger found its voice. He bellowed a denial swallowed by bass. He raged as plans became dreams, became fantasy. He railed against how something built so painstakingly by joint efforts could be so unilaterally obliterated. He howled at a world where practical concerns dared hold any sway over matters of the heart.

A resonant whine collapsed the sin wave of his emotions, snapping him back into his body as the last lingering overcharged chord hung in the air. A full body shiver shook him. His blurred vision resolved into a white blankness, the marble floor. His lips were pulled back in a snarl and his fists poised as if he might beat his way through. A lancing pain in the knuckles of one hand hinted he may have already begun. He was bursting with energy, and completely drained. Two drops of water hit the already wet stone.

Slowly his mind tried to collect itself. The ringing in his ears kept the world at bay. As soon as enough of Nino existed to form a thought, panic set in. Anger. He had been angry, uncontrolled. It had scorched… everything. In a panic he sifted through the ashes of his memories. This was the unimaginable risk. This was the thing he could not live with.

Her image formed, pulled from the wreckage. Alya. He thought of her and contrary to all his fears, warmth bloomed in his chest. It was… different, tempered, contained, but it was still there. She was still Alya to him. Anger hadn’t cost him that.

All of this took the space of ragged breaths. He was a mess and he knew it. The world could wait. It wouldn’t though. The ringing in his ears ebbed enough for laughter to come through. Nino looked up from his knees.

Chloé was bent nearly double, leaning on the console, and watching him. She was laughing, a loud, untamed, joyful, victorious thing. She swallowed a cough and her laughter dropped into a breathless chuckle. It was everything he might have expected from her, except one crucial thing was missing, mockery. She swallowed again, the merriment ebbing further. It danced in her eyes and on her lips, which were curled into a smile where he would have expected a leer.

She shook her head to chase loose matted bangs from her face. “I was right.”

Nino scrubbed his face with a sleeve, but wasn’t going to deny it. “Yeah.”

She reached down a hand to him. “You’ve got more. Ready for another go?”

A perfect manicure hung before his eyes, and behind it someone he couldn’t even begin to understand. Nino ignored his instincts and reached up, taking her hand. “Let me show you what I can do.”

#DJBling #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #carapace #ml ladybug

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mintandcreme · 2 months

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Coffee At One

Okay… I wrote something! I don’t think I’ve seen any fics for these two so I made one! It’s kinda rough, and the characterization is kinda trash (I never fully watched the series) so yeah. But anyways, I wrote this from an idea I got at 1 A.M and present tense it definitely not my strength, but it was fun. Hope someone enjoys this!

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Guan Guan sifts through her paper, blinking hard as the harsh lights continue its toll on her. It's nothing new, she knows, but it's not like it makes it any better on the harder days.

She lets out a defeated sigh and checks the clock. Midnight blinks at her sleepily, and she knows that she shouldn't sleep with the workload she's accumulated due to her boss' persistence that everyone should provide great care toward this very important client, but it was overwhelming at this point. Four days of less than adequate sleep, and she can barely keep her eyes open while eating.

Which meant midnight was her breaking point.

Guan Guan looks at her bed, then at her papers, the computer's blue light grating her eyes, and she sighs. Just one more hour - she knows she can manage.

A knock on her door and she frowns, standing up. Ying Ying was at her boyfriend's house, Sister Fang was also at her fiancée's. A common denominator that was rare, and slightly unwelcome.

It's not like she always needs company, but there were days were the silence was louder than the occasional squeal, or mumbled phone call from the other room, something that makes the house feel more like home.

Her usual silent footfalls end up echoing in the house, boards creaking in places she hadn't known of.

At least there was the occasional knock, which either scared her, or relieved her. Soon, she would have figure it out.

She opens the door ready to greet Andy or Xiao Xiao, but instead, there stands Xie Tong, two coffees in his hands. She widens her eyes comically, evident in the way he stifles a smile and continues to stare at him in stupor before she snaps out of it.

"Hi. What are you doing here so late at night?" She looks behind him, but she's no one else there.

"You mentioned that your housemates are both out." He looks down at the coffee. "You also said you're not used to the lack of company, and I knew you would be working." He holds up a cup. "Here."

She accepts it with vigor, and gives him a grateful smile that he returns easily. "Thanks, you really didn't have to."

He takes a sip of his cup, then turns his head around to look at the elevator area. "I don't want to bother you anymore, so get working. Sleep early too." He looks at her sternly. “I'll see you later?"

"No." She says quickly. Xie Tong raises an eyebrow. "If you don't mind, could you… stay?”

He looks around to consider as she stands there, a small part of her hoping he doesn't decline. It's not like she's reliant on sound, but it couldn't hurt to see him a little longer. Plus, no one’s home anyways.

He stares at her for a moment longer, then nods. "Sure."

She prompts him in. "Come inside."

"Thank you." He slips in, awkward and hesitant, although he's talked to both Ying Ying and Fan in the past, and the house is not entirely unfamiliar.

"Make yourself at home. Would you like anything to eat?"

"I'm fine." He looks around the house and a small smile lights his face as he catches sight of the photos all over. She feel dread wash over her as his eyes stop at a particularly scary photo of her five year old self glaring down the camera with chocolate over her face and rushes over to protect what was left of her dignity.

"Not... the most flattering one." She sets the photo face flat, but Xie Tong is full on grinning, and comes closer to pinch her cheek.

"I'd say the most flattering of them all."

"Huh? So you're saying I'm not as good looking now?"

"Obviously not." He laughs as he hugs her, and it reverberates warmly in her chest. She has to stop herself from melting in his embrace, an inevitable smile making its way on her face. "You always look good. That photo is just the epitome of your beauty. Oh," he looks at her and pats her cheek. "You're adorable with glasses on, too."

And usually Guan Guan would be flustered, but she was far too amused to even react.

"Do you have any more baby photos? I'd love to see some more, if you don't mind." Guan Guan reluctantly pulls away from his hug and grabs her coffee before pointing at her room.

"I have some in there. You could look at them while I finish the rest of the translation."

He nods like an excited puppy and she can't help but let out a laugh before shyly hooking their arms together. She ignores his fond eyes as they look down at her, hoping the butterflies would die out, and marches toward her room. "Let's go."

Guan Guan opens the door and nearly face palms herself. Her desk is a mess, paper strewn all over the place, and her sheets were all tangled, bed unmade.

She hadn't initially planned for anyone to come, after all. His little surprise made her feel special, just like any of his other surprises. Their spontaneity could be jarring, but she always saw the love and care he put into each one of them, and the interests of hers he accommodated in each one of their dates that made her feel like she was the most important thing to him.

And it scares her now, still.

"Your room's cute." He nods and looks around before and pointing at her head board. "Are those all composers... and artists?" Xie Tong huffs in amusement and looks down, only to ruffle her hair. She swats his hand away half heartedly and laughs as he squeezes her. "Your such a music nerd!"

"Hey, I'm not." She giggles, then slaps his forearm. He doesn't usually tease, but he's endearingly cute when he does, so she lets it slide, just this once. "I just love music a lot."

"Even I don't have that many pictures of composers and music groups." He gasps and covers in mouth in half shock, half teasing. "Is that a whole shelf of CD's?"

"Yeah." Guan Guan pushes him toward it. She knows that behind all that teasing, he is genuinely curious. Music is an integral part of both of their lives, and sharing their favorites was one their ways of bonding. She treasures those little moments where she could admire the small smile on his face, and the light in his eyes that she hopes never fizzles away. Sadly, today is too busy of a day to do so.

“You can look at them if you want. I'll find my album and you can look at those too." She grabs her sheets in an attempt to make the bed look more orderly. "I don't have an extra chair, so just sit on the bed."

Xie Tong walks over, awe glazing his eyes as he reads through all of the CD names, and hums in appreciation at the few that catch his eye. Guan Guan can't stifle her smile as he in sucked into his own little world, humming or singing lines of his favorites. She stops shuffling around to listen to his voice, soft and mellifluous as it fills her room, and heart.

She grabs the dark red album, dusting off some dust that accumulated over the years and turns over to see him look at her. And it's the stare that gets her all tingly on the inside, the one that makes her automatically blush. Xie Tong looks at her as if she holds the world, like she weaves the stars, and it's terrifying yet gratifying, and she feels so loved she almost bursts.

"Why... why are you looking at me like that?" She questions. And it comes out suddenly, something she hadn't registered until it slipped from her. She bites her lips, looking away from his intense stare, and to the avoid the quirk of his lips that always causes her heart to go into a frenzy.

"Because I like you." He says softly, so full of fondness it's nearly head spinning. Guan Guan has to stop herself from screaming and looks away. He chuckles at her reaction - she knows how much he enjoys seeing her flustered, but instead of his more self satisfied smile, he's still looking at her with adoration.

"You have my CD." Xie Tong looks down smiling softly. He flips it over, inspecting the plastic.

"I got it a little after I heard you perform at the club. Like I said, I really liked your song." She walks over to him, and he wraps her in another one of his hugs, warm and reassuring.

"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?"

She hums, patting his back. "Yes."

And he has. More than she can count. He always reminds her of how she pulled him out of his slump, how her presence brightened his world, how much she meant to him in every hug, every kiss, in everything.

"Well, I should still tell you more." He holds her by her shoulders and looks at her straight in the eyes. "Guan Guan, I appreciate you so very much."

And she laughs at this, handing him her photo album. "If you appreciate me, let me finish in my work." She reaches up to pat his head, and he grabs her wrist before she can. She never knows what to make of his words. And even if she knows he loves her, she still can't wrap her head around how he chose her. How he loves her.

"Yes, ma'am."

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Forty eight minutes later, Guan Guan stretches, finally finished with her work. She turns around for the umpteenth time, and sees Xie Tong's eyes closed. She exhales fondly and walks over to him.

It is quite weird to see him asleep, knowing well that he usually is during the day. But it's calming, watching his chest rhythmically rise and fall, like a metronome. She yawns.

The album is next to his leg, open to a picture of twin tailed self grinning brightly at the camera, holding her trusty violin. That was when she started to appreciate the beauty of music, and saw how much it helped her with coping with being left out so often.

She sighs at that thought and settles on the bed, making sure not to rustle around too much.

Xie Tong had asked her about various photos, ones where she was crying, where she looked as if she was going to "rob" someone, and where she was laughing so clearly that he said he could hear it. It warms her heart still, thinking about how adoringly he had looked at the photos, how he would occasionally laugh or chuckle at her younger self, appreciating and praising the girl who always felt left out, always overlooked.

Someone as amazing and talented as him likes someone like her, so boring and average, and it still amazes her to this day.

She swipes the bangs from his eyes, tracing every little detail with her eyes, etching his serene smile into her memories. She stares at how the shadows carve his jawline and cheekbones, how the lamp light feathers out the softness of his hair, kissing just above his closed eyes. "How handsome."

"Hello." She jolts upright, holding her chest in surprise as he groggily rubs his eyes. Embarrassment shoots up her, but she tampers it down, no sigh of amusement to confirm that he heard it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." And she's really apologetic; knowing his schedule he also hasn't had much sleep these past few days, but he took some time out of his day to give her company, and the least she could do was continue to let him sleep.

"Wasn't sleeping," he mumbles. "Just resting my eyes." His voice was deep, raspy with sleep and she laughs at his attempt to open his eyes as he reaches blindly for her. Just to tease him, she leans away. He groans. "I know you just moved away from me. Come here."

He opens his arms wide and she come closer, hugging him. The bed shifts as he scoots in closer to the middle of the bed, and she's now perched on the side, still encased in his embrace.

"I'm sleepy." She yawns, but he still doesn't pull away. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Sleep here. You're always picky when it comes to sleeping. I'll go instead." And he's still hugging her. His breath fans the top of her forehead, and she listens to the sound of his heart beat, thumping and constant. He's there with her, and he is warm and loving.

"Stay." She says, clutching his sleeve. Xie Tong had reassured her that she was the one to steer the pace of the relationship, given this was her first one. He has always been respectful of her boundaries, and loving and patient. Today, a feeling compelled her to break out of her comfort zone, and really settle into what she wants.

As she stews over what she had just said, fear envelops her, fear that he would refuse, that she was going to fast, that he doesn't really want to stay, and is just dealing with her. Even if she knows he loves her, there is doubt.

So Guan Guan quickly says, "Only you want." And lays in silence as she prays selfishly, that he’ll stay.

He doesn't say much, just slides down so they're both laying on her pillows.

"Your bed is comfortable." He says as he drapes the comforter over the both of them, smiling carefully. "Are you comfortable?"

"Very." She smiles.

"I don't know if you can sleep after all that coffee." He kisses her temple, tracing shapes on her forearm. Guan Guan laughs as she playfully swats his hand away, feeling the puffs of air from his poorly concealed laugh tickle her head.

"I think I can. Over time has been killing me." She scoots in closer to his side, his warmth comforting. "And it's really nice right now, so don't be sad when I fall asleep.

"As long as you're by my side, I'm not complaining."

She lays there, and smiles at his reassurance, in his embrace, and falls fast asleep.

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Fluff galore!!! I had so much fun writing this. I feel like this is my most cohesive fanfic from my drafts, lol. Anyways, I was going to write more but I felt like this was a good place to leave off on. Comments and criticisms welcome! Thanks to whoever reads this, and hope you have a great day!

#Ode to Joy 2 #Xie Tong x Guan Guan #Fanfic #This is kinda embarrassing #But it was fun!#Also I just realized that this is established relationship and I usually never write those?#I want to perfect describe the way Deng Lun looks at his love interests because he literally is the definition of heart eyes #I can’t explain it #Oof I was supposed to post this yesterday but I got busy

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to-star-lake · 3 years

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one & only

sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader { you're sanzu's one and only. }

18+ minors dni | murder, drug use, dark themes, rough sex, choking, toxic relationship, character death, bonten sanzu

a/n: sanzu's name { 三途 } is written the same as 三途の川 { sanzu-no-kawa, “river of three crossings” or “sanzu river” } which is the japanese buddhist version of the river styx.

sanzu doesn't call you his girlfriend. he'd never use such pedestrian language to describe what you are to him. soulmate is closer. but still, to take everything he felt about you and edit it down to a single word? it wouldn't be possible.

the best he could describe it is perhaps that you were made for him.

the day mikey introduced you to the other executives as bonten's newest advisor, sanzu stood in the back of the room, unconsciously biting his lip as he stared at your clean and crisp white tee shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. your perfect skin. your shiny hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. your delicate hands. and the sharp glisten of your eyes. you looked so sincere.

a top scholar and graduate of the national university. your parents had been foreign diplomats. you spoke five languages. all this brilliance packaged neatly behind such a pretty face. oh, you were so perfect. so pristine. i'll make you regret playing with monsters, little princess. sanzu thought he couldn't wait to break you.

it didn't take him long to realize how wrong he was.

he'd stare at your hands, the ones he thought were so delicate, as they beat mercilessly into the skull of a traitor that lay limp beneath you. being a bonten advisor meant you never needed to get your hands dirty. but you didn't mind. and sanzu felt a trickling heat of excitement shimmy up his spine watching the blood splatter across your perfect skin, staining your clean shirt.

he'd listen in awe in the war room as your fingertips traced gracefully over blueprints of the city, and you'd describe plans for a new building downtown. a new shell business to run money through. a merger with a smaller, weaker gang simply as a means to procure disposable foot soldiers for mikey.

on one particular night, he'd sat back and watched you, transfixed, as he pulled the car up beside a dark tinted suv at a stoplight on a deserted street on the outskirts of shinjuku. you'd pointed your gun out the open window, so fast and precise on the trigger, taking out all the passengers in the car. he would've missed the shots with a single blink.

he couldn't recall all the details of the rest of that night. but he woke to find you in his bed the next morning, your naked body tucked comfortably under his sheets beside him.

his head pounded and he tried to remember what happened but all that he could recall were a series of blurred images. of the two of you leaving the war room together after receiving orders from mikey to take out the heads of a rival gang. a vision of your bare thighs, exposed under a short, plaid skirt as you sat in his passenger seat, and the quiet rattle as you attached a silencer to the end of your gun.

he remembered the sound of indistinct chatter and an image of you sitting across from him in a dimly lit restaurant. a vague recollection of a bottle of scotch, of him staring at himself in the restaurant's bathroom mirror as he wiped some white residue from his upper lip. of you, bent over the sink with a straw in your nose. a blurred reel of your legs wrapped around his waist, of him pushing you up against the mirror so hard the glass cracked and you moaned into his open mouth. you sounded as sweet as you tasted.

in the grey winter light here in his bed, he looked at the blotches of blue and purple bruises that lined your neck and chest. at the edge of your perfect lips, a little swollen and the skin a little cracked. at the indentation of teeth marks on your shoulder, red with coagulated blood under the surface.

your eyes fluttered open and for a moment he was afraid. afraid that the cold light of day would be too harsh for you. afraid that all that was mystifying and beautiful in the night would be destroyed by the light. afraid you would leave.

but you'd looked into his eyes for a moment, and your lashes fell closed and you'd snuggled into his side, languidly dragging your arm across his chest.

let's sleep a little more, my head hurts and we still have at least another hour before we have to go meet the others.

oh, your voice sounded so sweet, still raspy with sleep, a lullaby to his ears.

as bonten leaders, he knew a relationship with you was strictly forbidden. he knew what mikey would do if he or any of the others ever found out. and he knew you knew too.

but you simply shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your clothes that were scattered across the floor of his bedroom. like you knew what he was thinking, and said i'm not afraid of them. are you?

he'd laughed at himself then. just who was corrupting who? he wondered.

the time he had with you began to envelope his heart. and the love he felt for you; small, crackling embers at first, had grown into a fire so bright and wild and twisted it could not be extinguished.

you were his partner; his chosen one. he loved the way your knuckles looked when they were bruised and red; such a beautiful contrast against your delicate and soft skin. he loved the way your fingers graced the handle of your gun, the dead calm of your eyes when you pulled the trigger. he was intoxicated with the knowledge that you were watching every time he carried out his duty as executioner.

his infatuation with you burned in his chest when he'd glance up at you, standing in the distance, eyes fixed on him and you'd slowly drag the palm of your hand up your thigh; testing his willpower to not pin you to the ground and tear you apart right then and there in front of his men.

under the cover of darkness, the two of you came alive. going on sprees, speeding through the bright streets of tokyo, the lights around you a blurred spectral of color to your bloodshot, medicated eyes.

in the midnight hours, your bodies would be intertwined, and in your arms he found a sanctuary. your body was the most addicting drug of all. you made all the pain disappear.

the quiet hours of the early morning, when time teetered on the edge of night and day, he'd lay on your chest, and for just a little while, his world would fall quiet. the air around him felt still. he would be coming down from his high, and he could feel everything. but he didn't mind. these small hours of lucidity shone brilliantly in his mind. when he could hear your breathing. feel your heartbeat so vividly beneath your bones. smell the lingering and sweet scent of your skin on his.

he'd become so possessed by you, so possessive of you that one night when he had you laid out beneath him, your legs spread wide for him, and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. so perfect like this for him. your skin, slick with a layer of sweat, luminescent in the moonlight. your lips, parted and choking out shaky pleas for him, begging him not to stop.

he buried himself so deep inside you, nails clawing into your skin, so desperate to be one with you. and he thought no one, no one else would have you like this. he was so intoxicated by the medley of pills in his system, completely unhinged in the euphoria of being inside you, he'd reached for his gun on the nightstand and held it to your forehead, point blank between your eyes.

you didn't even flinch. he watched you knock the gun from his hands, and slide your fingers up his wrists, and pulled his hands to your neck, letting him wrap them around your throat. if you're gonna kill me, do it with your own hands, you'd said.

god, he loved you so much. he wanted you so much, he needed you so much. he'd closed his hands around your neck with the gentlest force and watched your eyes roll back.

say my name, he'd command. and when you did, he closed his hands more forcefully around your delicate neck so he could feel the vibration in your throat as you choked out his name over and over. you'd clenched down so tight around him and he came harder than he ever had, collapsing into you.

he'd slowly let go of you, chest heaving, and gently caress at the skin of your neck, red and starting to bruise.

y/n...if i died, would you die with me? he'd whisper into your skin.

mmh, yeah. you'd whisper back.

i don't want anyone else to have you. i want you to be mine forever. he'd kiss the corner of your lips.

he'd feel your fingers laced up into his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close.

what am i going to do with you...i might really kill you one of these days.

he'd lift his head to look at you. and your expression didn't change a bit. your eyes held the same resolve they always did, and you said, then i'll wait for you by the sanzu river.

this was what flashed through his mind when he walked into one of bonten's warehouses late one evening for a meeting of the executives, and he saw all of them standing in a circle around you, bound and tied, blood streaming from your hairline, your bruised body limp on the concrete.

he fell to his knees then, watching mikey shove the end of his gun against your temple.

did you think i wouldn't find out? mikey's thumb clicked down on the hammer.

he saw your eyes flutter open and find his. you smiled.

the muzzle flash was bright, and the shot rang through the dark, open space.

he stared at the blood pooling from the side of your head into the dust. he felt a single tear roll down his cheek. shit, am i really crying right now? he laughed at himself.

WHO ARE YOU LOYAL TO, SANZU?! mikey demanded.

i'll wait for you by the sanzu river. your words echoed in his mind.

mikey may have been his king. but you were the redeemer, his messiah, his salvation.

the choice was simple.

he pulled his own gun from its holster and held it up to his temple.

i'm on my way, love.

#haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x you #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu imagines

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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promises - red bull Sebastian vettel

as I promised just complete fluff and no smut. our poor seb isn't appreciated enough so here is the four times Sebastian jokingly proposed to you and the one time he actually did

NOT MY GIF

warnings; none really, fluff (btw this made me realise how TERRIBLE I am at writing fluff sorry <3 )

2.1k words, she's long

Sebastian was nervous about getting a new engineer, he so badly wanted to win a championship with Redbull and Christian had confided in him, telling him that this engineer and their new competitive car, would help him live out his dream of being a Formula One champion.

It was nearing the start of the new season and Sebastian had still yet to meet the person that he would be talking to under his most stressful moments and who he had to have full faith in while driving his car. He had begun to think that maybe he never would meet his new engineer when he received a call from Christian, telling him that they both would take place in a race for the Redbull youtube channel, where Sebastain and his new engineer would race against Mark and his, the twist being that the engineers would be the ones driving, not the drivers themselves. Sebastian agreed knowing that it would be a great way to remove any awkwardness between the two of you.

Only a few days later Sebastian was standing on a random racetrack, talking to Mark when he noticed Mark's engineer walking towards them with a beautiful young lady by his side, who Sebastian assumed was his very own engineer. “Hi! It's so nice to meet you Sebastian! My name's Y/N,” you cheerfully greeted him as you shook his hand.

A smile immediately appeared on Sebastian's face at your warm nature and he knew you two would get along just fine. “Please, call me Seb, '' he grinned as he brought a kiss to your knuckles, “now, are you ready to beat these idiots” he joked as he cocked his head towards your opponents.

“Oh, we are going to make a great pair, Seb” you joked as you accepted a helmet off Christian and climbed into the car, getting comfortable inside of the driver's seat.

“Are you a good driver?” Sebastian asked as he secured himself in the passenger's side of the car.

“I don't think I can call myself a good driver with a future Formula One champion sitting right next to me” you smiled as you drove the car to the start line. Sebastian smiled before he braced himself as the flag spun, indicating the start of the race. His head knocked against the headrest as you sped through the track, blocking Mark's engineer as he tried to overtake you and weaving through deadly corners with minimal braking.

It was when the car drifted across the finish line that Seb turned towards you with a wide grin plastered on his face, his heart was thumping hard in his chest with adrenaline. “Please marry me” he joked and you laughed as you high fived him, pleased with your small victory.

* * *

The atmosphere around the paddock was tense, the drivers championship standings were close. Sebastian could almost taste the victory, but he still had a lot of work to do. He had what he would consider a terrible qualifying and had spent the whole night before the race brainstorming ideas on how to improve his time, however nothing seemed to be working.

Everyone was stressed in the Redbull motorhome the following day, which was never something you liked to see, but you understood it as you too had a sleepless night. You pulled Seb to the side the minute you saw him and told him of the new strategy you dreamt up late last night. He was hesitant since it hadn’t been approved by anyone, but he was willing to take the risk if it meant he would win.

“Are you sure?” he had asked you, looking intently into your eyes.

You shook your head. “No not really, but I know you and I know you're the only driver that could make it work” you confided. You both stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Seb pulled you in for a hug, he gently stroked your back as he squeezed you into him. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and hugged him back with just as much force.

“I trust you” he whispered into your ear and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Good luck” you spoke as you gave him a final squeeze and pulled away. You bit your nails out of anticipation and shot Seb an encouraging grin as he climbed into his car.

The race went much better than expected and although Christian was furious that you didn't run the plan through him first, he was satisfied that Seb was currently P1 with a final lap to go. Your nerves were at an all time high throughout the race and you could feel the grin creeping onto your face as the end got closer and closer.

It was when Sebastian crossed the checkered flag that you let out a relieved laugh. “P1 Seb! P1! '' you grinned as you spoke to him through his earpiece.

“Ahhhh thank you, Y/N! Will you and your strategy marry me please?” he laughed

“Congratulations,” you smiled “I’ll see you up on the podium”

You practically ran to the podium with the rest of the team, grinning up at Sebastian as he lifted the trophy into the air and you could almost swear he was grinning right back at you. You clapped and hollered at him and a blush crept up your cheeks when you saw him mouth a “Thank you” in your direction.

* * *

It was inevitable that you and Seb would become close, but you two had a very different relationship compared to the other drivers and their engineers. While the other pairs spent their time going over the car's performance and new strategies, you spent yours pressed up against the wall of your office while Sebastian kissed you with as much force as he could muster. Your most heated and intimate moments were just after a race when he was full of energy and you were full of pride.

Behind closed doors you and Sebastian could almost be compared to lovers, but out in the public eye you two kept things strictly professional, which is why you were full of shock the night that Sebastain had won his title.

The whole Redbull garage and the majority of the drivers went out to celebrate Sebastian as well as an amazing season. You had congratulated him at the start of the night, you shared a quick kiss when you were sure nobody was looking and he had bought you a drink. You hadn't seen him since, however and spent the last few hours talking to random drivers and team principals.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt two hands land firmly on your waist. You turned your head to see a tipsy Sebastian Vettel smiling at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “And there's the main man himself,” you giggled as you turned around to face him.

“I missed you,” he blurted out as his hands travelled dangerously low for a public event.

“Did you?” you asked “you're the one that disappeared for an hour” you continued as you tapped his chest.

“Kimi wanted to take shots,” he grinned as one hand moved to cup your bum.

“Sebastian!” you scolded as you swatted his hand away.

“What? It's not like i've never done that before”

“Well yeah, but-but not in public’ you whispered as you looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed the exchange between the two of you.

“I want you,” Sebastian declared, suddenly looking much more sober as he stared into your eyes.

“Let's take this conversation outside” replied as you took a step away from him. Sebastian sighed as he took your hand and led you out the doors, he didn’t care who saw as you both walked by, he didn’t care about anything anymore, he was sick of hiding his feelings for you from everyone. He wanted people to know you were his, he wanted to hold your hand in the paddocks and kiss you for good luck before a race.

Sebastain could feel his heart hammering in his chest as you paced back and forth in front of him, your hands rubbing your arms for warmth. He took a step towards you and grabbed your face with his hands. “Look at me. I want to make us official” you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off “No listen to me. I need to say this. i don't want to sneakily glance at you during meetings anymore. I want to marry you one day. God! I want to marry you, Y/N! Is that not obvious?”

“Ok” you spoke, a blush rose to your cheeks and you cheekily grinned at him.

‘What?” Sebastian stuttered

“Let's make it official”.

* * *

You and Sebastian had been publicly dating for a little over a year and you were beyond happy. It was currently his birthday and you woke up early to make him breakfast. You both had celebrated the night before and you had to admit you were still sore but you wanted his day to be as special as him.

Sebastian tossed and turned in his sleep, frowning as he felt the cold sheets next to him instead of your warm body. His eyes fluttered open as his eyebrows furrowed. A smile soon made its way onto his face as he smelt the heavenly scent of breakfast. He turned to stand up but immediately sat back down at the sound of your voice. “No! Dont get up!” you pleaded and he laughed at the sight of you struggling to hold the breakfast tray in your hands.

“You shouldn't have, liebe” he muttered as he helped you place the breakfast tray on the bed.

“Maybe” you shrugged as you sat down next to him, “but I wanted to, now go on! Try it!” you encouraged as you practically shoved the plate into his face.

“Okay, okay” he laughed as he defensively put his hands up. You watched him as he put a fork full of food into his mouth, his eyes involuntarily shut as a quiet moan left his mouth. “Mmm marry me” he said once he swallowed the food.

“Is it okay?” you asked nervously as you played with your hands, it was your first time cooking for him and although it was just breakfast, you still wanted to make a good impression.

Sebastians head flipped in your direction, a shocked look plastered on his face. “It's better than okay, darling. Thank you. I love it. I love you”

Your heart fluttered once you heard those three words come out of his mouth. You grinned so hard that your cheeks began to hurt. “Oh god, please say something” he pleaded and he began to think that he spoke those words too soon.

“I love you, Sebastian” you spoke as you wrapped your arms around him and straddled his hips, placing kisses all over his face before finally collecting your lips.

* * *

It was yours and Sebastains anniversary but you both had decided that you wouldn't do anything special, you were just going to get takeout and watch a movie.

You pulled into the house with the food in your hands. You unlocked the door and called out to your boyfriend, “Honey, I’m home!” you joked, locking the doors behind you kicking your shoes off. You placed the food on the table next to the door and turned around, the sight in front of you shocking you as you let out a loud gasp.

Sebastian was kneeling on the floor with a ring in his hand, rose petals littered around him. You couldn't focus on the gorgeous dinner he had laid out on the table or the sweet music playing on the radio, you could only look at his glossy eyes and nervous face.

“Y/N, darling, I love you. I think i've loved you since I first laid eyes on you on that racetrack.” he laughed and looked down at the floor before connecting his eyes with yours again,”You have been with me through my lowest lows and my highest highs and somehow still manage to look at me with a glimmer in your eyes. There's nothing I can’t do with you by my side. So i’m asking-no-i'm practically begging you to finally marry me, for real this time. Will you do me the honours and become my wife?”

You nodded at him with tears in your eyes as you took small steps towards him. “I want to hear you say it, liebe”

“Yes, Sebastian! Of course I’ll marry you”

#Sebastian Vettel imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #Sebastian vettel #f1 #Sebastian Vettel imagines #formula 1 x reader

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zukump3 · 3 years

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ignoring them for 24 hours ✧ hc

you ignore your boys for 24 hours. or, at least, you try to.

genre: fluff

requested: yes! i added todoroki just cause

as perceptive as he is

izuku probably notices immediately how you’re avoiding him

you two wake up at similar times because you go to sleep at similar times, but this time you woke up before him

he gave you a sweet “good morning” and kissed your cheek, but you only smiled and went to the bathroom

he thought that was strange. you usually say good morning back

but then again, it was such a small thing that he didn’t really overreact over it

however, when you left his dorm without saying goodbye or anything like that he got a little worried

once classes were beginning, he went to your dorm to pick you up and walk you to class like usual but

you were already gone.

“what the...” he would murmur to himself, frowning now

what was up with you? were you ignoring him or something?

what even annoyed him further was that you spent the whole day with fucking bakusquad!

bakugo didn’t seem to like it of course, but kirishima and the others accepted your company like it was nothing

he tried to sit next to you at lunch but once bakugo noticed his presence, he immediately yelled at the green haired boy to “fucking beat it!”

“but i-“

“WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!”

the fact that you didn’t even come to his defense kind of hurt him

he didn’t even eat at lunch

he was so bummed out that he just poked at his food with a frown on his face

of course you noticed this. you had been watching him all day and it broke your heart to see your baby like this omg ㅠㅠ

you couldn’t do it anymore. you got up and sat next to him at lunch and you swear he shined brighter than the sun when he saw you

“y/n! i-you-“

“i was trying to praaank you,” you pouted. “but you looked so upset after what that bomb bitch said-i couldn’t do it anymore.”

his pout matched yours.

“don’t do that again... i was seriously worried!”

he makes you stay by him for the rest of the day 😭

ignoring him for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 5-6 hours.

todoroki literally doesn’t notice at all

he doesn’t talk much, and seeing that you don’t talk to him much in the morning doesn’t really bother him

he just assumed you were tired and didn’t really care

you two usually got coffee together in the morning but as he went to the common room to wait for you, he was a bit peeved that you didn’t show up

he just assumed you fell asleep or something, or maybe you weren’t in the mood

not gonna lie, he was already missing your presence but he wouldn’t push you to interact with him if you weren’t in the mood

when he goes to class though, he sees you laughing and smiling with the rest of dekusquad

having a good time, apparently

he sits with you guys and listens, and his brows furrowed when he heard you say

“i wish i would’ve gotten coffee this morning. really wanted some mocha.”

...?

did you forget that you two got coffee literally every morning?

okay, whatever. something was definitely wrong with you but he wouldn’t push.

you two also sit together during lunch but you sat between tsu and izuku instead

he’s like

what. the fuck.

he stares at you for the entirety of lunch time 😭

he doesn’t even mean to, he’s just so confused?

like why are you ignoring him? you guys didn’t fight or anything last night so ?? why??

the day continues like that

whenever he comes around you leave, whenever he talks you look away from him

he’s a mixture of irritated and annoyed

irritated bc he doesn’t know why you’re acting this way, and annoyed because he wants to fucking talk to you

you’re one of the only people in this class he talks to on a daily basis and you’re pushing him away??

he only says something when it’s kind of late and everyone is tucked away in their dorms

he has a key to your dorm room don’t ask why so he goes ahead and enters

you’re on your bed, giggling about how well the prank is going to mina when you hear the doorknob jiggle and your boyfriend enter the room

“shoto!”

“we need to talk, y/n.”

you make a face. “actually, i-“

“y/n.”

the sternness in his voice makes you look up at him, kinda scared at just how serious he looks

“you’ve been ignoring me all day. why? did i do something?”

“i—“

“if i did, please tell me. communication is important in every relationship and our relationship is very special. if you do not talk to me, i have no way of knowing what i did to hurt you and-“

“shoto! oh my god, it was just a prank!” you tell him quickly, standing up and holding out your arms.

he lowkey makes a 🤨 face.

“a prank...?”

“yeah. ignore your boyfriend for 24 hours prank,” you sigh. “i was so close.”

he sighs with you, walking over to hug you tightly, which feels so good after today.

“it’s a very stupid prank.”

you giggle against his chest.

“yeah. very stupid.”

ignoring him for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 18 hours.

another one that notices immediately

you went the extra mile as to leave his dorm way earlier than he wakes up, which-

how tf did you do that

he automatically doesn’t fucking like that.

“y/n?!” he’ll yell out into his bathroom and grumble when you aren’t in there, or anywhere else in his room

he doesn’t even see you until class starts, sitting and laughing with fucking dekusquad

not only that, with midoriya

“hey dumbass, why’d you leave my dorm so early today?!” he asks you, and your eyes don’t even meet his.

you just continue scribbling at your desk.

his eyes turn white.

“i’m talking to you!”

“bakugo, please go have a seat. you’re being incredibly too loud.” aizawa would tell him, slipping his face out of his yellow sleeping bag.

he looks at his teacher, then at you, then back at his teacher before cursing and marching to his desk

probably always glancing at you through the day

the fact that you’re smiling and laughing with fucking deku

that just makes his mood even worse

you’re supposed to be smiling and laughing with him, not that crybaby

obviously his friends notice how mad he is

“dude, why so pent up?” kirishima would ask him and bakugo would literally snark

the red head smirks. “oooh—its y/n isn’t it.”

bakugo pauses.

“how the fuck did you know-“

“you know she’s pranking you, right?” kirishima would laugh at the look of anger that crosses bakugo’s face.

you’re ignoring him for a... a...

a PRANK?!

he’s livid.

during training he will not hesitate to march up to you

“you think it’s funny to ignore your boyfriend for a stupid prank, huh?! you think that’s so funny don’t you?!”

“bakugo, i-“

“SILENCEEEE!” he’ll literally roar at you and blast you like 10 feet away 😭

cue him being your partner and beating you up for practice

ignoring him for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 5 hours.

kirishima understands the concept of “personal space”

he knows that sometimes, you don’t wanna be bothered

and sometimes, he doesn’t wanna be bothered

but sometimes he doesn’t care about that concept.

he will poke and pester at you if you do this challenge.

if you wake up and don’t say anything to him, he’ll yank you down to the bed and whine at you until you manage to squirm out of his arms and go to your own dorm room

he’ll stand right next to you during breakfast

and i mean he will always be standing next to you.

no matter how many times you move around the tables, he’ll somehow end up next to you

like ?? does he have super speed or something 😭

he will not tolerate you ignoring him

like not at all

during class if he cracks a few jokes and you don’t respond to them he’ll probably fake cry

“y/n, you’re making me feel very unmanly right now!”

you swear you didn’t know it would be this hard

he probably notices it’s a prank though when he’s walking next to you in the halls and you’re not even speaking to him, just staring forward

“ahh... you’re trying to play a little joke on me or something? well, we’ll see how long you keep that up!”

retorts to making you jealous the entire day.

hangs out with literally every girl, even the fucking invisible bitch

you can’t take it anymore when it nears 6pm and he asks uraraka to come back to his dorm and watch movies with him

being the amazing girlfriend you are, you get up, land in his lap, and cuddle up to him tightly

he grins at you, preppering you with kisses

“told you you wouldn’t last, y/n.”

ignoring your boyfriend for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 11 hours.

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annoyingstupidmiracle · 3 years

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L.A. Confidential- l.r.h

CONTAINTS SMUT

Word Count: 1876

“My girl might leave me if she hears about this..” That Aussie accent mumbled under his breath as you left marks down his neck in a heated session behind his hotel door. You wouldn’t dare say a word as long as is hands would continue lingering on your skin every other night.

“She won’t,” you told him as he unzipped the back of your dress.

Your eyes blinked as you came out of your daydream from only a few nights prior. You stood in line at the red carpet waiting to take pictures of the band of 5 Seconds of Summer. You had began a job of being a professional photographer for popular bands or singers like them and it paid well. The only downfall was the fact that you had fell head over heels for the front man who also had a girlfriend.

Luke Hemmings was all around perfect, especially in your eyes. The way he laughed at your jokes in order for you to take a good picture of him just made your heart stop. His eyes had always lingered on you whenever you were in close perimeter. His girlfriend, Chloe, was a stunning blonde with tan skin and a perfect white smile. She was drop dead gorgeous, but Luke just couldn’t help himself when it came to you. You weren’t famous, only the people in your pictures were, but to Luke you were something else.

As soon as the boys stepped out into the light, Luke’s blue hues scanned the crowd in front of him in search of your beautiful form. You had always surprised him with the dresses and outfits you pulled off at the red carpet walks, interviews, or photo shoots. Tonight; however, you had decided on tight leather pants and an off the shoulder white blouse which had paired with your skin tone perfectly. The shoes you wore had really thrown him off. They were thick, black stilettos that crossed over your feet and allowed for your hot pink painted nails to be shown off. Luke had always been a fan of how you highlighted the best features of yourself. That’s exactly when he decided on how he was going to fuck you senseless over the-

“Luke! Luke, over here!” The paparazzi screamed over the flashes of cameras from every direction. The only camera he looked at was yours.

“Well, that was a crazy crowd, Jesus.” Calum said while stripping himself of his suit jacket and plopped himself in the couch of your hotel room.

“Yeah, well the afterparty is going to be worse.” Ashton breathed out as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt. You had your laptop out at the desk with the memory card inside it, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures you took for the night in order to send them to management for the band.

They had officially hired you for the full time job for their photographer early last year so, you had made it your full duty to make sure they got the best pictures and publicity you could. Ever since you got the job, the guys instantly made you feel like you were a part of a family. They were your best friends and you couldn’t be any happier.

“Crystal and I are going out for dinner tonight.” Mikey said as he fixed his hair in the mirror. “And no, I’m not skipping.” He adds before his friends could convince him otherwise.

Luke took this as his chance to speak up. “Yeah, I’m going to skip out on the afterparty, too. I haven’t gotten that much sleep lately.” Your eyes dart over to the blonde just to see that he was already staring back at you. A blush made its way to your cheeks as you turned back to your computer.

Calum and Ashton rolled their eyes. “Guess it’s just you and I tonight.” Calum said with a sigh.

“Alright, well we’re gonna head out then.” Ashton announces before ushering Cal out the hotel door. Mikey bids his goodbye as well before he’s out the door as well.

Arms reached around the back of the chair, wrapping themselves around your shoulders as lips pressed against your jaw. “Real smooth.” You joked and closed your laptop before sliding around the chair and standing to your feet. You were then pushed back down, but against the bed this time and a gasp left your lips. Luke was smirking down at your vulnerable form while your elbows were the only thing giving you some sort of angle to look at him better. You stared up at him through thick lashes innocently, waiting for him to do something. His hands ached to touch you through those leather pants, he just didn’t know what he was going to do yet.

Instead of waiting on him, your hand reached out to grab his own and placed it over the leather material between your legs. Luke’s body shuddered with pure excitement as he lowered himself over you against the bed. An elbow plopped down beside your head as a hand stroked your (h/c) hair out of your face. His eyes bored into yours and for a second, your heart beat changed pattern. You had silently hoped that his did the same as you smiled up at him. The smile that got him weak in the knees, which led to his next step of pressing his lips against yours.

You could feel him growing hard against you as he pushed himself farther against you. Luke pulled away from your lips only to leave kisses down your jawline. There was something about the way he was acting tonight that was different than any other night. Instead of dwelling of the thought, you cleared your throat.

“Is something wrong?” You question while running a hand through your hair.

“You know I got somebody so I can’t fuck with just anybody.” Luke mumbles next to your ear which causes your cheeks to heat up. What is he saying? “But sometimes I get lonely.”

You’ve heard those words before, and it only made you angry. It meant that he and his girlfriend had been arguing. She might’ve been pretty, but she was manipulative and often left Luke a drunk mess, but ever since he met you, he hasn’t touched a drop. You were his distraction, and he loved it. He loved how you made him feel important, and needed. Chloe was independent and would rather spend her time with friends at the club than to have a night inside in bed next to Luke with a movie playing, or to go out to dinner.

“Lu, you know you can always come to me.” You soothed. Although it made you guilty that he was cheating on his girlfriend, you were also glad because there had been so many rumors about her cheating that you’d believe it. He kissed your lips in response and lost himself against you. In that moment, you cupped his face in your hand and flipped so that you were now straddling his waist. In a swift movement, he pulled the blouse you wore over your head and to the floor. A grin took over the frown on his face as his hands roamed over your curves.

Your hands reached down and began unbuttoning his dress shirt as well as his pants while he shuddered under your touch. A hand reached behind and groped your rear, pulling you against the hard body beneath you. “Hold up.” Luke says while pushing you up to a standing position. He then curled his fingers on the inside of your leather pants and yanked them down your legs. A blush made its way to your face as you laughed. Luke then lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist before putting you on your back. He fit in between your legs perfectly. You reached a hand down in between you and pulled his pants down just enough down his legs as he moves the lace covering you to the side.

Kissing him, you muffled the sounds of your moan as he pulls himself out of his boxers and enters you. He pulled away and placed his forehead against your own, looking in your eyes. “Fuck, Luke.” You breathed out while looking down between your bodies as he pumped in and out of you. His white teeth shined down at you as he grinned. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around your torso and flipped so that you were now on top of him.

“Ride me, (y/n).”

You did as told, wincing as his nails dug into your hips. It hurt, but you loved it. He knew how he made you feel while he fucked you senseless. Speaking of, he reminded himself what went through his head at the red carpet. Before he could get too close, he quickly pulled out of you. “Lay over the desk in front of the mirror.” He demanded. This excited you, so you hurried over to the spot he told you to. Grabbing the edge of the table, you tilted your head to the side in order to look at him.

“Like this?” You asked, but he shook his head. He entered you again causing a gasp to escape your lips. Luke reached around your head and wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to look in the mirror.

“Like this, I want you to watch me fuck you senseless.”

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, unable to contain yourself as the feel of his hand around your throat caused a different kind of feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He then began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace as the desk bumped against the wall repeatedly. There was sure to be a noise complaint. And thank god the rest of the band decided to go out for the night. Your climax began to draw closer as he drilled into you.

“Are you close?” He asked, getting close as well. You nodded, unable to form words as he watched you in the mirror. “I wanna hear you scream, baby.”

“Fuck, Lu.” You cursed while adjusting yourself as the desk dug into your skin.

“Louder, I want everyone in the hotel to hear you scream my name.”

“What about-”

“(y/n).” He warned. You were nearly tipped over the edge as his hand tightened around your neck and your stomach flipped.

“Luke!” Your strangled voice screamed nearly at the top of your lungs as the two of you came together, him filling you up. After a few seconds, he let you relax before pulling out of you to get stuff to clean up. He disappeared in the bathroom, and soon came back to help you clean up. Leaning against the desk, you watched as he wiped the liquid from your skin.

“We’re gonna have to go to the pharmacy before they close.” You mumbled embarrassingly. You often had to make a trip there in order to get plan b.

“I know, why do you think I got out clothes for you to change into?” Looking over, you saw a small pile of folded clothes which belonged to him causing your heart to melt.

“Thank you.”

“You know, I can’t leave her right?”

Frowning, you nodded. “I know.”

“L.A Confidential.”

You nodded again and sighed. “L.A. Confidential.”

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Grazing the Fire | IV

well hello. here i am, four years later, once again enamored with nathan enough to finally dust this baby off and pick up where i left it. im a little rusty so bear with me this chapter! much more to come <3

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“Alright class, who can tell me,” A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. “Who can answer problem four?”

A few hands raise in the corners of your eye, but yours remains atop your desk. Eyes far away, mind in a murky haze and almost completely unaware. All you could focus on were the memories playing on repeat within the confines of your tired, tired brain. Hours ago, you were warm, you were comfortable. Safe.

Cheeks heated to a dusting blush when you remind yourself just how you had awoken that morning. At some point in the night, an angel had blessed you. Allowed you to wake up wrapped around none other than big, bad, Nathan Prescott. Your face nuzzled into his chest, broad but wiry hands pressed firmly over your shoulder and his arm slung over your waist to keep you against him. Thankfully you had been the first to wake up, blinking away the morning sun blazing through his blinds and painting the room stripes of gold. At that moment, before your headache came crashing down onto your skull, you were astounded by him.

Eye lashes brushing the top of his cheeks, his lips parted ever so slightly, chest rising and falling rhythmically. In that moment, there was no anger, no bitterness. Just a soft and peaceful slumber. It was like being the sole viewer of a magnificent painting- each stroke and detail placed just there just for you to pick out, to remember the curves and sharp edges down to the very foundation. From his unkempt hair down to the way his hand flattened onto the mattress where your indent still lived. Nathan was so beautiful like this.

For a long time you stayed there. It was as though you were afraid to move- you couldn’t bear to disturb him. You had wondered, if he was always like this, so at peace, what would he be like? Likely soft voiced, mild mannered. He’d do his school assignments without hassle and donate to the charity board. He would wander the town with his friends and listen to music in a beat up truck flying down the stretch of highway overlooking the bold, blue, and beautiful ocean. An entirely different version of himself- carefree, and a fair blue as opposed to a burning flame of red.

But, if that were the case, you’d never have gotten here. You’d never been both the outsider, and the only seeing eye. A lucky, albeit firstly unwilling witness to the display of depth before you.

It never hit you like it had quite in that moment how lucky you were.

But- just then- an alarm disturbed what serendipity existed. You nearly leapt out of your skin, clutched your hands to your chest at the sudden sound. A headache wove its way into your once untouched temples. Nathan groaned, mumbled, ‘god damn it’, under his breath, and thus his body was reanimated into life. He rubbed his eyes and he stretched, that familiar scowl coming over his eyes and lips as he took in the sunlight damn near blinding him. A polar opposite to the being you’d appreciated just moments earlier.

“Ugh, fuck, how the fuck is it seven already.” He groaned. “I feel like shit.”

“Well good morning to you too,” You started, welcoming Nathan into the world. “‘I’m feeling pretty shitty as well.”

You said that, but really… You were more than alright. Your head had hurt, slight nausea crept into the wells of your stomach, but other than that you’re sure you were phenomenally better than you’d have been waking up whereverTate would have left your ass.

“You need to get outta here, before everyone gets up.” Nathan drawled, but he didn’t sound as urgent as you expected him to be. You’d expected him to be angry that you were still in his room, but instead he just… accepted it.

You snickered, climbing out of his throne of a bed. “Wow, you’re giving me the morning after treatment?”

“Sure am. Get outta here, whore.”

“Oh fuck you.”

You located your heels from last night, resting upright near his dorm room door. Heels didn’t sound like the most practical to sneak out of a dorm with, so you instead opted to grappling them by the straps and carrying them at your side. Hair a mess, outfit riddled with wrinkles and makeup smudged under your eyes, you stood before Nathan in all your glory. He stared at you for a long, odd moment- and you for some reason felt exposed, or even, shy.

“What?” You ask expectantly, placing a hand on your hip.

His eyes trail to your line of vision. He shakes his head. “Just thinking about how now you really do look like my morning after.”

“Yeah?” You hummed. “Find it hard to believe you get a lot of those.”

Nathan shoots you a suggestive glance. “You’d be surprised. Everyone wants a piece of Prescott.”

Surely, he was joking, or maybe he wasn’t, but you… Didn’t like hearing that. It made your stomach feel odd, uncomfortably heavy. As he stood up, reminding you how many inches he had over your size, you swallowed and cleared your throat to flush out that crappy feeling. “Well,” you started, mood having dropped. “I’m gonna go, then.”

“What got your panties in a twist all the sudden?” He asked, raising a brow and pulling some clothes from his closet, tossing them onto the bed.

The bed you two had shared.

You hated the idea of his morning afters- whoever they may be.

“Not feeling great. Probably a side effect of the roofies.” You mumbled.

Nathan breathed a laugh. “Probably.”

He seemed so calm, right now. Perhaps due to it being so early, before the outside world had a chance to remind him just why he was so uptight all the tight. Before he needed to be so uptight all the time. He really did have so many versions of himself- all of whom you were slowly becoming familiar with. Compared to the person you’d believed him to be before your run ins, you’d never have assumed someone so dangerous could be so soft as last night, as this morning. In the beginning, you’d feared him. Avoided him like a plague, or a wild animal. Even when you were enraptured in the existence of him, you still wanted to keep away. You’d never have believed someone like you could wake up clutched to his chest, as though he were afraid if he released you, you’d be gone long before he woke.

Then, a sudden thought struck your mind.

He’d held you so tight. He’d welcomed you in the morning. No anger, no annoyance. His soft laugh at your banter and taunts. How your heels were standing upright instead of tossed haphazardly into some random corner, where he’d watch your struggle to find.

How he’d stayed awake to ensure your sleep.

“So are you just gonna stand there?” Nathan called you back to reality, hands gripping the hems of his shirt. “I gotta get ready and you need to wash up so you don’t look like a five dollar stripper.” Cruel words, but with absolutely no bite. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah. But, hey,” You started. “Thank you for last night.”

“Yeah, yeah. You gotta start learning to watch your own back.” He says. “There’s gonna be times I won’t be there to drag your ass out of the fire.”

If you’d been charged, if you’d been stricken with a strange defensiveness, you’d have retorted, ‘than stop helping me’, but… Instead you allowed yourself the comfort of protection. You allowed Nathan Prescott to watch you.

“I know,” You reached for the door. “Thank you.”

With that, you bounded out of the dorm silent as a mouse.

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In hindsight, you should have left earlier. Class was merely 15 minutes away when you slipped out of Nathan's room and bounded towards the women's dorm. Albeit not exactly a long walk, by the time you discreetly snuck back into your own dorm, you had roughly twenty minutes to somehow pick an outfit from your countless unopened boxes and make yourself even slightly presentable.

Wiping off whatever make-up you could get and reapplying it, brushing out the tangles of your hair and nearly tearing off your scalp in the process, scattering your nightclothes over your floor and managing to scrounge out a semi-decent outfit for the day… You still looked a mess. If the mirror could laugh, it would have. Black mascara smudges under your eyes and frizzy untreated hair. What a lovely look.

You’d made it to class just five minutes late, but those five minutes were all it took for all eyes to be on you as you tried to slide into the classroom unnoticed. A couple classmates whispered to their table mates as you passed by, smelling of oversaturated cherry blossom perfume to hopefully cover the scent of alcohol. You sauntered to your seat and sank down with all your weight, suddenly exhausted. You’d made it with just five minutes tainting your record of attendance. The teacher greeted you with a disappointed sigh, and thus, the day began.

But, it was so hard to focus. All you could think about was Nathan.

“Alright class, who can tell me,” A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. “Who can answer problem four?”

You lowered your head.

“Ah, how about, ___?”

You snaked back into reality, blinking up at the chalk board that was somehow already riddled with math equations. Since you hadn’t been paying attention even in the slightest, your mouth gaped wide open, eyes scanning for something you understood even slightly so you didn’t look like a total idiot.

Sadly, you were out of luck. The teacher shook his head. “I’m shocked,” He said. “You're normally so on top of things. Oh well.”

“Oh, I’m sure she was on top of things,” A female voice sniggered behind you “Last night.”

Your face flushed a red, hot, ruby. What the hell was she talking about? How had they found out you were with Nathan? You were so sure of being sneaky, there was no way-

“Her and Tate totally got it on last night.”

You whipped around in your seat, facing girls who looked to be clones of some sort. Both with the same dark eyes, short brown hair, and freckles. “What?”

“Alright-” Your teacher blurted. “That's enough. April, May, enough. Let’s not discuss things outside of the classroom.”

The two girls batted their eyes. “Sorry sir.” One spoke, twirling a hand through her hair. Her sister's wide toothy grin never fumbled.

“Back to it then. Kate, can you help out __ with number four?”

The small, blonde girl nodded quickly, brushing a lock of hair behind her eyes and offering an empathic nod.

As you turned around in your seat, her answer fell on deaf ears. Your heart was racing in your chest, hands balled into fists while you stared ahead blankly.

They couldn’t seriously think that you chose to leave with Tate, could they? Surely someone must have seen the state you were in. Someone other than Nathan.

The clock ticks forward but time feels like it's passing almost unnaturally slow. With just 10 minutes left, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Nathan: consider ur favor officially returned

Your tongue poked from your lips, the tiniest of smiles taking over your once sullen features. Terrible thoughts and worries flew out the window while you type back, ‘damn. here i was gonna to ask you to do a backflip off the roof with me. there goes my plans.’

Nathan types for a moment. Typing, stopping, typing again.

‘Nathan: soundz like a blast. where and when?’

A small blush heats your cheeks. ‘very funny. thanks to last night i have an entire 24 hour session of studying to catch up with.’

His response is almost instant. ‘Nathan: boringgg. txt me when ur fun.’

Rolling your eyes, you shove your phone back into your pocket. It seems you’ve been able to secure enough of a friendship with him for some mindless banter even outside your little visits. You smile. He’s… Fun to talk to. Surprisingly.

Class comes to an end and you start to pack up the books and papers you’d hardly even glanced at the whole period. Whatever had been upsetting you before is lost in your mind while you think of the morning, the night before. All the things in-between. But, your happiness doesn’t last long. As you get up, you’re almost forced right back into your seat as a weight shoves into your shoulder. Your books scatter to the floor. April, the one who’d remarked about you earlier, glares at you in what looks to be disgust.

“Careful April,” Her sister hums as she saunters past you, keeping distance and raising her already shrill tone of voice. “Might wanna watch where you’re walking- I’d hate for you to catch something from this slut.”

You absolutely gawk at her. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

April scoffs. “Oh come on, like everyone doesn’t know what you were up to last night.”

“Sleeping around isn’t a good color on you.” May hikes her bag over her shoulder and snickers at you. They both leave the class together, sickeningly in sync. You’re left stunned where you stand, unsure how the hell your life came to this so quickly. How you’ve stooped so low that the daughters of the world's most uncreative parents are able to bully you based on something that didn’t even happen.

Next class goes no better. The person to your right, a jockey looking brunette guy, asks, ‘have you ever heard of a Tate?’. You say no, that that’s the dumbest name you’ve ever heard. The idiot grins and goes back to marking down likely wrong answers on his test sheet and you debate kicking the leg of his chair out- but you don’t to avoid even more eyes on you. It makes you sick to your stomach- even more than recovering from the roofies does. How can everyone believe it? You barely even knew the guy and you were clearly uncomfortable with his advances. No one saw that?

After everything you’d worked for to build a reputation, trying so hard to not call out peoples shit for the sake of seeming friendly, tainted over something that didn’t even happen? And the kicker was that it hadn’t even been your fault! He’d drugged you, he’d have taken advantage of you! Yet you were the bad person?

Class came and went in the blink of an eye this time. Your mind wrapped up in the situation, your stomach churning. You wanted the day to be over with but you still had 4 more classes to suffer through. Why was this happening to you? Was Tate being treated just as horribly, or was he getting pats on the backs of his unaware friends?

Wandering down the halls to your locker, you noticed Lance and Kaz hanging around one of the drinking fountains. Your nerves quelled- your friends would surely make you feel much better. Especially since they had witnessed how awful you were feeling as you left. You approach with a relieved smile, ready to say your truth and finally have someone on your side.

“Hey guys.” You smile, but Lance looks down at his feet while Kaz places her hands to his hips. Your smile fades.

“You could have told us you were gonna spend the night with Tate,” Kaz snaps. “You didn’t need to lie like that just to leave. We were all worried about you and it was for nothing.”

“What?” You feel like you could cry. “No, Kaz, I really did try to leave. Tate tried to drug me and take me home, and-”

“He wouldn’t do that.” Lance interrupts, with a frown. He looks back down at the floor with knitted brows. “I’ve known Tate since before time. He wouldn't do something like that, especially not to one of my best friends. Plus he told me he was really into you. Why would he even try?”

“Are you serious?” You sputter. “You think I’d lie about something like that?”

“You’ve been lying about all sorts of things!” Kaz huffs. “What’s going on with you lately? You’ve been so distant, and secretive. What are you hiding that’s making you lie like this? We’re supposed to be your friends and then you lie to our faces just to go and fuck the first guy that shows you attention.”

“What…?” It was like acid. It was like the rug had been pulled from your feet sending you spiraling down the unending cliff. Kaz, your best friend, all that venom. How could they turn against you like this? What the hell is going on? You felt your throat tighten. “Look, I’m sorry if I’ve been distant, but I’m not lying to you, I-”

“We gotta go.” Lance isn’t in the mood to hear it. “We’ll catch up to you.. Some other time.”

Kaz says nothing as she pushes past you. Lance, at least, spares a short glance over his shoulder. You stood there alone in the hallway, your bag falling off your shoulder and clattering onto the floor with a thud echoing off the walls. Everything you had, all gone at once.

No one believed you.

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With nowhere to go where you felt like you could truly allow yourself to process the day's events, you went to the only place you knew.

Just outside of campus, where rocks lined the edge of the boundary, overlooking the outskirts of the town and the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. You settled yourself there, staring at the vast waters and wondering how this had all happened. Unlucky didn’t even begin to cover how it felt. Not only did you feel violated with Tate attempting to do unthinkable things with your unconscious body, but you also felt alone, and walked on. Your best friends hadn’t believed you. While Lance seemed saddened, Kaz was so… Angry. Her words cut like knives into your skin.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve this.

You want to talk to Nathan, but knowing him, he’d see your state and bounce instantly. After all, this isn’t exactly very fun of you.

As the sun began to fall, splaying orange and blues over the wide open sky, behind you, you could hear voices. A group of them, some male, some female. Memories of when your notebook had gotten snatched by those two horsed face assholes came flooding back and with all your alertness, you stood up, and decided that this sitting place was no longer safe. Nothing was.

Before you even made it ten feet away, the group had found their way to your spot and gotten comfortable, one of the girls cheering, ‘this’ll be our hangout! look at how pretty the view is!’

You took a short drive down the stretches of road and decided that if you were going to lament in your own sadness, you were at least going to do so in a place that had something to cover the sound of your tears. Plus a nice view.

The beach, littered with its picnic tables and the sounds of crashing waves would suffice just fine. So, you pulled in the desolate parking lot and wandered down the sandy shores until you stumbled upon a picnic table shaded by a large willow cascading lushious branches to block out the sun- a perfect canopy for you to wallow under.

You had nothing at that moment. No friends, no reputation, no one to believe your tragic tale. And now, you’d just lost the one spot that made you feel comfortable when stress was building into your body like concrete. Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes and you bit your lip, dreading that feeling of a lump in your throat. Why you? Everything had been going so well. How could not even a single person believe that Tate had tried to hurt you?

Well, actually, there was one person.

Of course Nathan believed you. He’d been the one to rescue you, after all. Time and time again it seemed. How was it that even the ones closest to you would turn their back so fast, yet Nathan seemed to be there even when you didn’t want him to be? Even when you yelled at him, and he yelled right back, fire and sparks falling into embers around the two of you.

In that moment, you almost felt like you could finally relate to him. A reputation based on lies and things out of your control, paired with a hardheaded attitude to try and combat all the assumptions.

No wonder he was so angry.

“Hey bitch,” A voice suddenly called, and you had a split second moment where you were terrified of once again being the victim of a cruel prank or some classmates boredom. “How about next time you have a pity party you don’t fucking call me in the middle of it.”

You blinked away your tears and through the blurriness saw a figure coming towards you. All that sass, the tone...

“Nathan?” You breathed. It only takes moments before he’s in front of you, holding his phone in view, seeing that the call that had been running for nearly ten minute. You flush in embarrassment, pulling your phone from your back pocket. “How did that happen?”

“Well, can your ass dial numbers?” He taunts, ending the call.

“Damn it, dumb phone must have butt-dialed you. I knew I should’ve gotten a different one.” You mentally kick yourself. “It must have unlocked in my pocket.”

“You don’t have a password on your phone?” He taunts. When you shake your head, he whistles. “You are just begging for a robbery. I’ll keep that in mind when I’m in the mood to send random messages to all your buddies.”

“Fuck off.” You scowl, and he grins, hopping up on the picnic table next to you. The sun flatters his skin. He’s almost glowing.

“Speaking of buddies, how the hell did it pick my number out of your sea of friends?”

You shrug. “Probably cuz’ it’s a priority contact.”

“Oh lala, I’ve been upgraded to priority huh? Does it display a superman logo whenever you give it a ring?”

“Nope. When I press call it rings the nearest asshole in my vicinity. The fact that it’s you is your own problem.”

“Haha, fucking ha.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. He stares out at the water, watching waves pull and crash onto the beach. It’s almost beautiful, until he ruins it. “Yknow, you’re a really ugly crier.”

“Wow, thanks.” You shake your head. “That's exactly what I needed to hear right now. Why did you even stay on the line?.” Wiping your eyes, you start to forget your tears. “Couldn’t have been that wild of a conversation.”

Nathan shrugs. “Between the crying and the sound of the waves it was pretty nice.” He grins. “Very educational.”

“Awesome. Glad I was able to make your day.” It doesn’t feel like your usual bitey remarks. You’re tired, you’re still a little hurt and you can’t stop thinking about how such an amazing morning had turned into such a horrible day.

“So what’s got you all fucked up? Never seen you act like this big of a baby before.”

“Nothing. You already paid off your debt to me per this morning, so feel free to resume our regularly scheduled mutual hatred.” You say, lying through your teeth. You know you’re both past the point of hatred, but you’re feeling jaded, you can’t help it.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” He groans. “I didn’t drag my ass all the fucking way out to this shit hole of a beach just for you to give me that bullshit. What, did you fail a test? No one matched you on tinder?”

“Everyone thinks me and Tate slept together last night.” You blurt. “I think he’s telling people me and him had sex.”

Nathan tenses his shoulders and grimaces. “Fucking werido.”

“I told my best friends that he tried to take advantage of me and they don’t believe me. One of em’ even said he wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Fuck em’. Who needs best friends.”

“And to make everything so much better, these two bitches that I share four of my classes with harassed me all goddamn day. I mean, fucks sake, how the hell are girls named April and May of all things able to get to me. It’s bullshit. And to make matters worse, Tate is just… Getting away with it.”

“Yeah well, something tells me that Tate’s gonna get a real nice fucking taste of medicine eventually. I just gotta find him first. He’s got a lot of nerve spreading shit around given I knocked his ass onto the pavement.” Nathan brows knit at the memory.

You test the waters. “Why would you do that for me?”

He seems caught off guard, or maybe, surprised that you’d ask. Maybe he thinks you’re both beyond that point. He grumbles, “Why does it matter.”

“I’m just curious. We don’t owe each other anything, remember?”

“Yeah, well,” He huffs. “Don’t ask me questions to shit I don’t know the answer to.”

“You say that an awful lot.” You tease.

“Yeah well you ask dumbass questions an awful lot. Not everything I do has to have some weird ass motives behind it, ___. Maybe I’ve got beef with Tate that’s outside of you.”

“Uhuh. Sure.” You’re about to say something else, when your phone lights up with a text. The display makes your heart fall all over again.

Unknown Number: you should just pack up and go somewhere else. no one wants std’s from breathing your air xoxo

You don’t even know who that is. Now absolute strangers are on your case. You want to throw your phone into the ocean and leave.

Nathan scoffs. “Don’t even bat a fucking eye for that bitch, whoever the hell they are. Half the hoes you’ve mentioned have slept with half the football team,” he pinches his jacket, “and I would know.”

“Ew, Nathan,” You grimace, that same feeling from the morning returning. It feels, oddly, like jealousy. He nudges your arm with his elbow and grins playfully. It’s cute.

“Chill, I’m just fucking with you. You gotta know even I wouldn’t fuck girls that desperate. I’m a man of class.”

That last comment actually forces a laugh from you. It’s soft, but it’s real. The first laugh you’ve genuinely had all day. “That’s horrible.” You remark, giggling again.

It's almost like the slight restoration of your mood puts him at ease as well. He leans back on his hands and stares off into the ocean, those sparkling waters under the setting, orange sun. “I’m for real though. Those hoes aren’t worth your time. One day when we blow this shithole of a town they’re not even gonna matter.”

Your brows knit, eyes blinking up at him. Had you heard that right?

“We?” You ask, perplexed, albeit a little… Hopeful.

Nathan sputters. “Well- Like, when everyone’s older and-”

“You know what, it's fine.” You interrupt. “Fuck it. You’re right. We’re gonna blow this town and they’re just gonna be some shitty memories.”

He sucks in a shaky breath. You’ve never heard him scramble like that, like he’s been unmasked. The look he casts you when you agree, when you don’t tease or patronize and finally hop on the idea that yeah, what if the two of you really didn’t have to deal with it anymore.

What if the two of you could just exist, without the anger.

You look up at him. “Would you actually do that though?” You start. “With me, of all people?”

He swallows. His expression is tense, but he’s not upset. He appears nervous, caught off guard. Nathan tries, “I-”

Your phone rings. Shrill, piercing. Mood destroying.

“Jesus Christ, it’s my mom.” You grab your phone and Nathan looks forward, stone faced and silent as you hop off the table and answer. It’s your mother, who all but shouts into the phone that her and your father are taking a surprising visit to Arcadia Bay while they’re traveling by on their vacation. She insists that you be ready in about an hour for dinner, and likely there will be family photos.

Which means if you still look as wrecked as you did this morning, you’re gonna have a lot of washing up to do. With a quick goodbye, a short and sweet, ‘love you’, you hang up and sigh.

“You still tell your mom you love her?” He teases. “What are you, five?”

You frown. “You don’t tell your parents you love them?”

Nathan side eyes you, and just shrugs. It is all the answer you need, really, and for his sake you decide it wouldn’t be best to press the issue. Not now. But- it still makes your heart hurt just a little. You wished that he’d had it better growing up.

“Right… Do you want a ride home?”

“Fuck no, what am I,” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “a fucking girl scout?”

“I was just offering, weirdo.” When he doesn't get up, you feel like you’re missing out. Like if you stayed, maybe, just maybe, you’d get to know him a little better. “Hey, if you want, I can stay for a bit longer.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re needed elsewhere. But,” he shrugs. “I don’t know. Fuckin’... Text me or something. Or not, I don’t care either way.”

There’s a small warmth in your chest that rises to your cheeks. He wants you to text him. “Yeah,” You say. “If I’m feeling fun.”

And with that, you bid him farewell, beginning your descent to the parking lot.

“Hey,” He calls, and you turn just in time to catch a small item he’s tossed right at you. A tiny key resides in the palm of your hand. “Spare. If shit hits the fan again-...” He shrugs, and actually looks away. “Just don’t be too fucking loud of I’ll kick your ass out myself. No Madison needed.”

The widest grin plays over your lips. “I’m gonna re-decorate your room while you’re gone.”

“Ah, you fucking better not.” He shouts. “Actually- you know what, give it back.”

“No, no! I’m sorry.” You play with the key between your fingers. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t lose it and remember- emergencies only. I don’t need you watching me sleep like fucking freak. We’re past that stage.”

“How many times will I have to say I was never watching you. Christ… But, alright. See ya, then.” The key is heavy in your palm.

You place it into your pocket and give him one last glance before you take off, leaving him to enjoy the sound of waves, birds, and the absence of your tears.

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warmau · 3 years

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"his birthday is literally a month away."

kun says and you shrug your shoulders, bringing the straw of your milkshake to your lips

"you're the one who taught me it's always good to plan in advance."

"you don't need a month to plan a birthday party, plus its xiaojun - not ten - who would probably insist on a whole gala."

ten throws a look across the table but doesn't dispute this fact

you tap your fingers on your drink and set it down to mumble something about how fine, you'll do it yourself if they don't want to help

it takes two seconds for kun to give an exasperated sigh after that and agree to help you after all

you smile and tell him you knew he would, he's too much of a micromanager to refuse

ten laughs and sicheng smirks as he doesn't look up from his phone

kun gives you the same look ten gave him a minute ago

you've been friends with xiaojun for a good year now

ever since he nearly lost bella when she got off her leash at the local park and you bolted after her like any good citizen would before she could wander off into the street

xiaojun and you have gotten closer

you kind of get him in a way that not a lot of people do

his humor can be kind of dry, and he tends to be picky about certain things

you're exactly the same way so you never really get mad about it - you both have come to learn the things you dislike and like about literally everything

being friends with someone who is as particular about movie popcorn and indoor room temperatures is a blessing more than people might think

the other members see the similarities between you two and more often than not they're happy that xiaojun, who can also be kind of reserved around strangers, has found someone that makes him so comfortable

everyone in their apartment is a character from hendery to yangyang but xiaojun meshes best with you

so it's kind of no surprise that even after a short time of being friends, and most of that time spent around the others

you two start getting the off-handed "you're so alike, why don't you just date?" comments

hendery is the first person to say it after you guys spend hours playing video games together

you and xiaojun are so in sync about everything that the rest of the team feels like you guys have to be playing together when in reality you're not even in the same room

the immediate response is for you to cackle into your headset microphone and for xiaojun to let out a high-pitched, almost theatrical 'never!'

it passes over your heads and nothing changes

but then everyone seems to be saying it

"only you two can put up with each other."

"have you ever considered being more than friends?"

"oh you're 'hanging out' again or are you just actually going on a 'date'?"

the words are supposed to carry absolutely no weight

but at some point when someone says something you end up looking at xiaojun out of the corner of your eye for some kind of response that isn't just a staunch and straightforward

"never!"

it somehow also manages to get worse the month you're planning for his party in secret, both the teasing questions and your weird hope that xiaojun will one day say something different

nearly everyone knows you're trying to put this thing together but him and maybe that's why they tease

or maybe it's because xiaojun only ever seems fully himself when you're beside him

the way the tension in his shoulders falls completely to pieces when you topple over to spread out like a starfish on his sheets

the way the look of complete boerdom on his features shift around and up into a smile when you open the door holding your favorite cold drinks from the bubble tea place next door

the way xiaojun has never let someone close to him like this before - the way he lets you get cloes.

doesn't flinch when you lean over to brush an eyelash from his cheek, seems totally content with having you put a hand on his knee when you're all seated around the table and arguing over who goes next in this game of monopoly

it's a couple of days till the party and you are standing in the parking lot of the apartment building xiaojun lives in, you both have run away from the noise of his roommates

"hey, what do you want for your birthday?"

you feel hot when you ask - and it's not just because of the summer weather

xiaojun's head tilts as he says he hasn't thought about it

"actually, i'd love it if everyone got off our backs with his 'dating' crap."

dating crap

"do you hate it that much?"

"it just feels like they're taking it too seriously."

you run your tongue over your teeth and the unusual pause makes xiaojun narrow his eyes, in the evening darkness you think maybe he won't notice the confusing expression on your face but he does

"did i say something wrong?"

it's almost like he's poking at the sleeping giant question that you both are too nervous to actually ask - do we like each other in a way that's more than just friends? is everyone just pointing out the obvious?

"no, i just got lost in my thoughts for a second."

your mouth feels dry when xiaojun looks like he's going to step closer to you but doesn't

your saving grace is hendery's head popping out over the balcony and yelling for you two to get back inside before the mosquitos eat you alive

xiaojun holds the door open, but you tell him you need to go home early

that night you look at your checklist of things to do for his birthday

you've already sent out invites, you put in the order for the cake, and you got all the decorations

two things are left, pick up cake and snacks and get present

"dating crap"

you say out loud to yourself and for some reason, it hurts in your chest. you decide you'll just get xiaojun some kind of giftcard, maybe so he can buy more games.

"dude, xiaojun is like a cat."

kun says and you try to balance the cake in your hands as you two make your way to his car

it's the day of the party, kun is lugging bags of snacks and you're thankful that the cake has xiaojun's name on it spelled correctly, but something doesn't feel celebratory about all this

the excitement of making xiaojun happy has turned to anxiety ever since your talk in the parking lot

dating crap, dating crap, dating crap - did i say something wrong?

you squeeze the thought from your mind and look at kun with your brows furrowed

"what?"

"he's like a cat ok, he'll never show how much he wants something until he gets it."

it's cryptic and you tell kun you don't know what he's talking about, the cake is cold even through the bag it's in as you place it on your lap in the passenger seat

kun sighs as if he knows you're just being difficult

"sure, anyway xiaojun will be back to the apartment at seven so we should have enough time to set everything up."

at a red light, just as you're deep in mixing thoughts about xiaojun and your feelings and his feelings and how you sometimes get embarrassed seeing him walk around shirtless or eating from the same plate as him

kun goes, "by the way what did you get him as a present?

"oh a giftcard for games."

kun taps his finger against the wheel

xiaojun is actually surprised when he walks through the door and you all jump up with balloons and cheers and brightly colored party hats

he immediately looks at you in the crowd and asks

"you did this all for me?"

your heart threatens to jump up and out of your chest because he should look normal like he always does

but he's standing there with his grey t-shirt and silver chain looking like a sculpted masterpiece bestowed on you from heaven itself

god, i have it bad.

"we did it together!"

"nah it was like all them!"

hendery counters your modesty before throwing his arms around xiaojun into a half tackle hug

the party is like ... any other party

kun was kind of write, you didn't need to take a whole month to plan, but you're glad it is all going smoothly

people are enjoying the food, people are playing the usual games and chitchatting and summer is wafting in from the open balcony door

the pets are scampering around from lap to lap and someone has put on music that's upbeat but not ear piercing or distracting

xiaojun is being passed around for presidents and hugs and congratulations for another year of his life

and you are in the kitchen constantly putting new bowls of chips out, busying yourself with your hands to fight this weird churn of your stomach

xiaojun looks so handsome i could be sick. i want all of his attention but that's such a horrible thing to think - this is his party, this is literally. his. party.

someone taps your shoulder and you half expect it to be another person asking where the dip is when you turn to see xiaojun

"thank you so much"

his voice is softer than usual

"oh don't thank me, it's your birthday, it's the least i could do."

"i guess when i said i don't want a present you went with a party which is so sweet and unexpected."

the compliment goes over your head because the mention of that conversation has you thinking about it again.

dating crap. did i say something wrong - you feel cold in an apartment of packed bodies - it's like he was saying i don't like you like that. i don't love you.

"a-ah, yeah. i did also get you a present."

you fish the gift card that was put in a pretty envelope by the employee out of your pocket and hand it to him shyly

"i know it's not much-"

"no, you know me so well. you know i wanted to get all those new skins and stuff."

he's gripping the cup of soda in his hand unusually tight, you try not to notice the way it makes the veins that run up his forearm stand out

"xiaojun!"

someone's attention is needed and he disappears with a little smile. the conversation feels so stoic. it doesn't feel the way you and him talk.

and then somehow you end up in a circle on the floor with bella in your lap playing truth or dare

it's a birthday party in a huge apartment, so it's bound to reflect some of the traditions of high school

also hendery got too excited about playing it and no one wanted to say no

everyone starts off the way these things always go, embarrassing borderline comedic dares. stupid truth questions so that roommates can out other roommates for their mistakes.

you laugh a lot, you notice xiaojun keeps looking at you

then it gets to the birthday boy himself and hendery's big white grin kind of scares you

"so xiaojun, truth or dare?"

"truth"

a loud ringing of 'oooh's' plays through the walls and you swallow

"is it true..........you aren't romantically interested in your best friend?"

all eyes turn to you and then xiaojun

bella whimpers in your lap like she's sentenced the shift, she hops out and stretches before finding a corner somewhere else - you wish you could find a corner somewhere too.

xiaojun's face is unreadable, you haven't touched any alcohol all night but your vision feels fuzzy

"no. we're just super close friends."

the smile on hendery's face falls and the crescendo of your heartbreaking thumps through your ears so much that it physically hurts

someone coughs and clears their throat

you don't even register what you're doing as you're doing it, don't hear xiaojun say your name or the hard thwack of kun's hand on the back of xiaojun's shoulder

"are you insane, why would you say that when you don't mean it?"

the question floats from someone's mouth and it's not yours and you don't stick around to hear xiaojun's answer

you only navigate yourself up to your feet and out of that apartment because your body puts autopilot into flight mode

you're maybe two blocks down the street when something warm wraps its arms around you

you don't move - your eyes are fixated on the asphalt

"im so stupid, im sorry."

xiaojun's voice breaks in a way you've never heard before

"you're not stupid for not liking me back."

your voice sounds flat in a way you've never heard before too

the arms around you drop and you start to move forward again, still wanting to get away from him and everyone else

"no. i mean im stupid for lying."

you stop

"i thought you didn't want me to be interested in you like that and then kun said that's the dumbest thing he's ever heard because you obviously-"

xiaojun can't say the rest of the sentence because he's waiting for you to confirm

kun is always right about so many things, when he'd said xiaojun is like a cat, you get this is what he meant

"that i obviously am in love with you?"

you hear the sigh escape from xiaojun before you turn full around

when you do xiaojun nods, opens his arms again and you have never felt more fit for a place than when you tuck yourself into his chest and he buries his nose into your hair

"you're so bad at truth or dare"

you muffle into his shirt and he laughs, squeezing you closer

you don't mind the way you stick to each other under the glaring heat of the last summer month's hold

of course you come back to the apartment and everyone looks like they've just been saved from drowning in the titanic

the birthday party goes to a congrats-on-finally-confessing-your-feelings-you-two-idiots party

and for all the time you two spent apart that evening, you're now glued to xiaojun's side and it finally is in a way that lets your fingers brush and hold onto each other

in a way that lets him turn his head to kiss your temple when he's had enough of the conversation or argument his other roommates are in

you refuse to let him clean when the party is over - he is the birthday boy - but he does it anyway

you get some alone time on the balcony again and you kiss some more, all shy and new and tender

but xiaojun's hand finds your hip and you stammer against his mouth

you want to stay over but literally everyone is home so you peck xiaojun on the lips and he mutters we could just cuddle instead when you say goodbye at the door

the rest of august is sweeter than summer ice cream

you and xiaojun go on dates, which xiaojun is actually good at planning because he just knows you so well and he knows you are not the type of person who wants to go to fancy, uptight restaurant or even entertains the idea of seeing sappy romance movies in theaters

he knows what to order for you two before you even come over

you know what he needs when he just offhandedly mentions that he needs to get some stuff from the store

and it's like you two are connected by something more than just a physical need for the other, it's like your souls have been intertwined and your minds too

you do finally get to come over when the rest of the members are out practicing or hanging out with other people

and you check the door to the room is locked about six times before xiaojun has to rope you into his arms with his pretty lips

before scuttling out from under the covers to check the lock himself too

it makes you laugh, he laughs too, you two kiss and you think you can only remember xiaojun's taste for hours after

no one, not even strangers, seem surprised by you being together as they learn it

an older woman at the beach says you and him just look like puzzle pieces that have found each other, she says she sees happiness in your futures

and it is all happiness - from that birthday to this one - almost ten years later

xiaojun knows you're planning a party, you always do like it's a tradition, so you can't call it a surprise anymore

but he promises to act shocked when he comes through the door anyway

"is this shocked face good enough?"

he asks, putting his hands on his cheeks and opening his mouth

age has treated him so well, he's still got the absolute best cheekbones you've ever seen in your life

you giggle and clamber over onto the sofa where he is

"no, no - more oomf!"

he tries again and then reaches out to pull you into him, you kiss his nose and he scrunches it up

"how about i just jump up and go 'no way!' or something?"

"xiaojun you're not twenty anymore."

he pouts, "fine. ill think of something."

"by the way what do you want as a present?"

you look into his eyes and the browns soften as they reflect the image of you, the person he's sworn to love for the rest of his life

he shrugs - says he got the best present of all time already

"you said that last ye-"

"and it's true, you're the only thing ive ever wanted so badly i was just too dumb of a guy to ask for it."

your hands are warm on his chest

"that's ok, you still got it in the end."

#ok......ok. so now i actually only have three neos left #*strikes a pose* i love this concept i could write 54387928 of these #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv au #xiaojun scenarios #xiaojun au #xiaojun #xiaojun x reader #nostolgic!au #nct imagines #nct au #nct scenarios

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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