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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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The Void

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, HYDRA’s experiments, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, captivity, home invasion, stalking, kidnapping.

Words: 2381.

Summary: Once an ordinary human, you keep running away from both HYDRA and Avengers, knowing what your powers will be used for. The problem is the Soldat picking up your trail.

P.S. The reader is somewhat dark-ish in this one.

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Carefully slipping inside the laundry room through a broken window, you landed on the cold concrete floor and shivered, hoping you could find a really warm blanket somewhere upstairs.

Although you still felt a bit ashamed breaking in the houses of other people like that, at this point it was the one and only alternative you had. Of course, there was always an option to submit to HYDRA or whoever else was hunting you down, but you didn’t really appreciated it, simply trying to stay away from both heroes and villains since to you they were all the same. You knew perfectly well once somebody captured you they’d be using you for murdering other people.

Thankfully, laundry room wasn’t locked, and you started wandering the house, peeping into each and every room. Watching photos of the family the house belonged to, you felt guilty again. These people weren’t at fault you were homeless and chased out from every damn place on the Earth, but you still took what was theirs just because you could find no other way to live. Well, at least you tried to leave the place as it had been prior to your break-in, except a broken window in the laundry room and canned beans you’d eat.

God, you could kill for a bowl of homemade chicken soup. You barely remembered eating it before HYDRA captured you a few years ago. Of course, they didn’t try to starve you there, but you couldn’t call what they’d been giving you real food either. Thinking of your cell and those meals made you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. Everywhere was better than there, so you needed to put your shit together and take whatever fate offered you.

It was getting late, and you glanced at the tiny window in the basement, wrapped in a big grey comforter you brought from upstairs. You never slept in the rooms of other people, not knowing when the rightful owners of the houses you broke in could come back. Generally, you didn’t have problems with people, either escaping before their return or finding your way out secretly without them knowing somebody was hiding in their basement. However, sometimes you had a feeling people hunting you were coming close, and you didn’t risk getting too comfortable. Today was one of those days, and you bit down on your lower lip. These ones were probably not HYDRA operatives - they’d never risk attacking you at night when your powers were at peak. Nevertheless, it didn’t mean whoever was coming for you was harmless. You had to be prepared.

That’s it. Somebody was approaching, you could feel it in your bones. It was probably the one and only thing you were grateful to HYDRA - you were nearly invincible in the dark.

Silently leaving the comforter on the floor near an empty can, you got up, moving to stand near the wall behind the door, hardened black mass blocking tiny windows and leaving the intruder only one way to get in. You hoped they weren’t bringing explosives as you still had a hard time compressing the darkness around them - a month ago it resulted in some serious damage done to the house where you were hiding.

But this time was different: there was only one man who came for you, A strange man, though. He had a metal arm, and his body… It was something you had never felt before. The man was like that Duracell bunny they showed in TV ad, enhanced to the point he was barely human, probably.

But he was still just a man, now all alone with a monster like you.

When he entered quietly, leaving the door barely open, you blew it off its hinges. You had very little patience - now you would have to have a sleepless night, trying to find a new hideout as far as you could from this place and hoping HYDRA wouldn’t track you down. Its operatives were way more creative in their attempts to catch you: that mirror box trapping light nearly killed you last time.

Wrapping your fists into black mass like boxing gloves, you punched the man, but he quickly moved away, apparently, more skilled in combat than you were. Well, whatever, you thought as the darkness disintegrated on top of your skin, and then the intruder got a direct blow to his stomach without you getting near him. Coming to you at night was a suicide.

You kept beating him down until he dropped to the cold floor of the basement, beads of sweat and blood shining on his skin as you pinned him down, completely unharmed. You did your best to avoid the vital organs, but it was probably unnecessary - you could literally feel the soldier regenerating while he laid down, staring at the ceiling. Was he HYDRA’s creation just like you were? Or did good guys make beasts like him, too?

“I won’t do anything to you,” you told him, coming closer to look into his surprisingly handsome face, “but I’ll kill whoever you send to catch me next.”

“HYDRA’s… coming after you.” The soldier muttered, coughing and wincing from pain as you towered above him.

“You or them, doesn’t matter much.”

A part of you felt remorse for beating the stranger so bad he couldn’t rip the restraints holding him down despite his enormous strength, but the other part made you remember you were the victim, not him. The only thing you ever wanted was living like a human being, not a lab rat or a weapon of mass destruction used by whoever hold you hostage.

Besides, if this guy didn’t know the nature of your powers before attacking you, now he certainly did. It was unwise to let him live - he would definitely let his masters know - but you couldn’t force yourself to end him. Killing wasn’t nice. You had never enjoyed it.

“Avengers can protect you.”

What? Did the man work for them, then? You smirked, shaking you head.

“Avengers can’t protect themselves. Now please be quiet and let me leave. We’re done for today.” Turning your back at him, you went to grab your backpack and then put a few cans in it to continue your journey, tired and upset you couldn’t rest despite travelling all day long.

“I can help you.”

You abruptly turned to face him still chained to the floor and clenched your teeth. This was what HYDRA’s men were telling you year after year. Helping you, that what they were doing.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to plant spikes right through your tongue.” You hissed at him, going back and watching him with his pretty mouth finally shut. “If you wanna play a hero so much, go wipe HYDRA out and forget I’ve ever existed.”

The soldier stayed silent, and you exhaled angrily, marching through the basement to the stairs and quickly going up. God knew how many people could be waiting for you outside of the house - Avengers were usually gathering together on the missions, even you knew that from occasionally seeing them in the news.

Shit, it was going to be a long night.

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One more month was gone as you continued to run and hide like the world’s top criminal, chased out of many cities where you could find peace for at least a couple of days. Now it was mostly one-night sleepovers anywhere you could find. You finally understood what being a mad dog meant - sometimes you thought you could kill for those canned beans you hated so much before.

Slowly, but surely you were running out of options where to hide. The only place now was the forest surrounding that little town where you relocated after your brief encounter with HYDRA two days ago. Forest was a bad place to be. You had very little skills allowing you to survive out in the wild for long. The more you thought about that, the more you realized you had, in fact, only one option left.

Suicide. Only then you could become truly free of that mad chase and ensure no one would use your abilities for killing others. You already had enough blood on your hands.

And still, when you though of black spikes piercing your head, you were shaking. It would be so much easier if somebody just shot you when you weren’t looking.

Huh, what a cruel world you lived in, you thought while finishing a can of chicken ham - God, you didn’t even remember when you ate something so delicious. It was harder to imagine killing yourself after a good meal, but you still considered the option, looking at the carpet with a dull expression on your face.

You were euphoric after your escape from that facility where you were held, and now you were thinking maybe it was better to just wither there like all those countless men and women before you, unable to contain their enormous powers in pathetic human bodies. What was the point of being so strong if you couldn’t have your life back? What were these powers for except the destruction? You’d gladly exchange your fantastic abilities on a chance to return home to your family. That is, if HYDRA let it be, which was unlikely.

You blinked, tired to the point you barely felt your own body. If they’d decide to come for you now, you probably couldn’t dodge the attack this time.

But it wasn’t HYDRA who came for you - with a syringe in your neck, you suddenly fell down to the floor, watching the handsome face of a man who had seemingly emerged from the wall behind you like a ghost. What was that? Was he like you, too? You didn’t sense it in him the first time, but maybe the soldier was more dangerous than you anticipated. Well, he certainly was, you thought as he carried you upstairs like a firefighter escaping the burning house. Would he lock you down in a cell, too? Would he let his masters experiment on you for the sake of humanity? Would he kill you once you closed your eyes?

Before the soldier reached the front entrance, you had already lost consciousness under the influence of the drag he injected.

The darkness that followed should had been calming, soothing, as you only felt safe in complete darkness, but you couldn’t find your peace: it was cold and lonely and scary when you were falling down deeper and deeper into the black void. Did he kill you, then? Was it the end? Would you spend your eternity in the dark?

It certainly felt like eternity before you woke up, still in the middle of nowhere, but feeling a soft mattress beneath your back. Your arms and legs hurt - it felt like you were tied up to bed. However, the fabric of your clothes was nothing like the ones you wore before the assault. It felt soft, and smelled pretty nice, too.

But you still saw nothing, nothing at all. Everything was pitch black.

Were you in a dark room? A cell? Whatever, you could work with it, you though and called the darkness as if it was a part of you.

And nothing happened.

You called again, then once more and once more, but the darkness didn’t free you. It didn’t answer to your plea - it wasn’t there at all.

Suddenly, you realized there was no darkness surrounding you as you heard a subtle buzz of dozen projectors directed right at you. The darkness was in your head because they blinded you.

You were screaming and crying and jolting on the bed, trying your best to break free, crush the metal headboard, do anything at all to just touch your eyes, discover what they did to you as you felt nothing but numbness and some tingling. Did they pluck out your eyes? Did they take them out because it would be easier to control you once you lost your eyesight?

You didn’t know whether you were still screaming when you felt a stranger’s hand on your cheek as he sat down on the bed. Exhausted and horrified, you tried kicking him, but the restraints kept you in place as he lowered his head to your face, “it’s alright. You’re safe.”

Oh, it was him. It was the soldier who had emerged from the wall of the house you were hiding the last time.

“What did you… do to me?” Breathing hard, you yanked your head to the side to avoid his touch. Huh, safe, that how he called it. HYDRA or Avengers, there had never been any difference to you.

“I had to temporarily blind and drug you. The effect will wash off in a few days.”

With that, you forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds. Temporarily? Did it mean you eyes would be alright? Did he not pop your eyes out of their sockets?

“Please, calm down. I won’t hurt you.”

You stayed quiet, but not because the soldier asked you to. You just laid there, listening to the buzz of the projectors and thinking you would be able to see something again. For a few seconds you were filled with a bitter sense of triumph. Maybe you were crying again, though you couldn’t really feel the tears streaming down your face.

Oh, how could you wish to die? How could you even think of committing suicide? No, no, never again, even if you’d have to break each and every bone in the bodies of your enemies, and rip their heads off. Whatever it takes just never to return to that black void again.

“No one knows you’re here.” The soldier said somewhere close to your face, and you furrowed your brows. “HYDRA won’t find you.”

“Until you push me to the battlefield.” You sneered, still furious he did such a horrible thing to you, leaving you here like that.

“Avengers don’t know you here either.”

Laughing sarcastically, you fell silent as you felt his flesh hand touching your cheek and brushing the hair out of your face.

“Don’t worry, I will fulfill your wish.” You could smell the metal of his breath. “You won’t exist for anyone but me.”

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generallypo · 4 years

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move over maschenny, we’ve got a hotter and cooler Khun princess in the tower now.

introducing Khun Aguero Jahad, the one and only princess that Jahad actually, sincerely hopes never wins the competition.

excessive rambling under the cut + a short fic under that. all my warnings are dead and void as of now. cheers!

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i sat on my salt for a couple of days -- and then finally, finally decided to do something about it. my previous TOG post kinda went ham on that. yeehaw.

i imagine jahadprincess!khun is a little more snakey than the original (is that possible?). having climbed the tower at a blistering pace following her selection, she’s also a more competent fighter, though it additionally means she needs to use her brain less. though she plays more by her family’s and Jahad’s rules, she’s not particularly ruled by her bloodlust in the way Maschenny is, or utter complacency like Repellista. her outfit is shamelessly ripped off of Yuri’s and the casual officewear aesthetic khun sports in s1.

anyways, i did The Big Write. it has been 3 years since i have attempted such a thing. the process was complicated and stressful, i drank milk tea to compensate. i wanted to depict the moment of a big decision in which a characteristically selfish person does something shockingly altruistic, as well as the bystander who questions her motives. it’s not quite khunbam, more like an intense, one-sided dedication and some sorely needed soul searching.

played fast and loose with characterization, timelines, general TOG canon while banging out this beast. like every middle child, i’m not super proud of it, but it gets the job done. i had a great time with it! really!

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Unsurprisingly, it’s Yuri who finds her first.

Her heels, lustrous and scarlet, click faintly on the rooftop tiles, and their mild echo belies nothing of the thunder on her face, or the sibilant presence of the Black March at her side. Aguero turns to meet her, inclines her head in response.

“Why, princess Yuri. It’s a pleasure, as always.”

“Cut the crap, Aguero,” she snaps. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Aguero raises her hands. From one of them, Manbarondenna dangles innocently, unclasped buckles gleaming under fake starlight.

“Waiting for my ride. I’m not expecting a plus one, though.” She smiles pleasantly, eyes narrowed. “Run along now. This is a single-passenger trip.”

Yuri growls. “Seriously?” She steps forward with intent, and Aguero momentarily tenses, fingers flying to her bag — but just barely, Yuri’s features soften, and she stops. Dramatically, she cocks her head, ponytail bobbing with vigor.

“You,” she points emphatically. “You’re actually going to do this. You’re not worried about the consequences.”

She states it like an accusation, but the palest shade of concern colors her voice. Are you sure of what you’re doing? Leaving this place -- leaving all of us? A complicated expression crosses her features, and she scowls.

“This won’t just affect you, Aguero.” Firmly, her hand rests on the Black March’s handle. Do you want me to stop you?

“… I’m aware.” A pause, and oh, ugh, Aguero’s doing it again — that nasty, calculating look on her face, the one that reminds onlookers, in no uncertain terms, exactly how the princess had come by her position. Yuri balks uncharacteristically, and steps away.

It’s not like she doesn’t think she can take Aguero in a fight… but it’s not what she had come here for in the first place. After knowing each other this long, the least she can do is offer her support, not another enemy. Aguero has no problems with making — and gleefully crushing — the latter.

She looks at the woman before her. Khun Aguero Jahad, formerly surnamed Agnis. Not so long ago, a nameless little nobody — somebody’s second, second-choice, second-rate daughter, born in a family with too many offspring to invest attention into a daughter lacking outstanding martial prowess or an especially fetching face. A forgotten girl, wholly incongruent to the imposing figure Yuri knows her as now.

The air around them vibrates with tension, laced with an inexorable chill -- it’s not a trick of the light, Yuri notices, that her breath seems a little more visible than normal, that the sweat on her forehead feels almost solid to her skin. Aguero is watching her, face bright and predatory, and it’s a stark reminder that even beautiful things can be cold and unforgiving.

The crown jewel of the Khun family sneers, and Yuri braces herself for impact.

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Khun Aguero Agnis had almost always been a slippery, unremarkable thing, with willow branches for arms and a sullen, snarky mien. On her placid, faintly superior face sat two intelligent, gem-blue eyes — pretty enough, but also afflicted with an attitude chilly enough to wither even the most persistent suitor’s desire. To her family, and an equally hostile Tower, she was both undesirable and unsupported — and consequently, insignificant.

Yuri had met her before, once. It had been an event much, much longer ago, during a nameless, perfectly ordinary mission to deliver some sealed goods. A loaded favor of sorts, from one family to another. Bright and on the cusp of princesshood, hair still bound in youthful twin tails, she had been greeted at the door of one of the numerous Khun establishments by a slim joke of a girl.

Thanks for your work, the girl had said, eyes blue and sleepless and unreadable. I’ve been expecting you. With mechanical efficiency, the girl received, inspected, and stowed the package away, vanishing from the gate within seconds.

Baffled, Yuri withdrew, scratching her head. She’d been given a verification stamp to use at the end, but the package had made it to the correct address regardless.

I’ve been expecting you, the Khun girl had said. That counted as a mission complete, didn’t it?

If not for the silvery-blue shock of her hair, no one would have guessed the girl a child of one of the great ten families. Favored Khuns, after all, were generally not disposed towards handling petty messenger duties. The observation had barely registered for Yuri, and not much later a more exciting adventure came along to wipe the encounter from her mind. Favored or not, there were more interesting, deadly things in the Tower to focus on.

A couple hundred years ago, though… things had changed, and drastically so. Yuri doesn’t know or exactly care for the inner politics or delicate power balances among the characters of Jahad’s court, but the truth of the matter is this:

Khun Aguero Jahad might have only been recently crowned — but she has always been a threat.

Since the dawn of the ten families, the Khun staples of education had remained true to three essential subjects: warfare, politics, and assassination. The children learn young, or not at all. A daughter true to her heritage, Khun Aguero Agnis had bared her fangs only at the most opportune moment, sinking them firmly in the throats of her blood sister, a rival from a nearby branch family, and a number of prominent, up-and-coming girls vying for the princess candidacy.

It had been, without a doubt — a flawless victory, the perfect display of brains and cruel strength. And of course, with those eyes, a blue as deep and pitiless as the sea: beauty, and the arrogance to wield it.

It had taken the entire upper floors by complete surprise, propelled Aguero’s name to the top of the gossip columns, and whispered unrest among the current princesses in a way that hadn’t been felt in at least half a millennium. All it had taken was a hundred years’ worth of waiting, a lighthouse, a well-placed knife, and some dead girls.

As expected, a mere three months after her candidacy was announced, Khun Aguero Agnis became Khun Aguero Jahad, and not a single voice spoke out to disagree.

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“Are you going to stop me?” Aguero’s voice is low and cool. Like magic, a small blade glimmers in her hand, and while Yuri can’t predict what kinds of weapons her sister carries on her person, she knows better than to think this is her only, or most lethal one.

“... No,” she admits ruefully. “I don’t think I’d be able to, anyway.” Deftly, she stows the Black March in her inventory, and spins around to sit cross-legged by the princess’s side. It’s always a gamble, relying on Aguero’s temper, but it’s more likely than not that the other girl isn’t actually looking for a fight. She can’t afford the attention a real one would draw, or the physical exhaustion it would inflict.

Aguero lets her, and she grins with satisfaction. “I’ll wait with you until your ride is here!” The and buy you time, if necessary, goes unsaid. Yuri yawns, and then stretches, eyes crinkling with cheeky fondness. It won’t take long for her to get bored. What better way to kill time than with invasive questioning?

“Is he really worth it, Aguero? That boy?” Yuri pouts, eyebrows raised. “This better not just be because he’s cute.” Her words have the subtlety of a berserk Shinheuh, but she’s genuinely curious, and Aguero will understand.

A quiet huff of laughter has her squinting in surprise. Dawn hasn’t quite made it to their corner of the rooftop, but she can make out the faint, yet unmistakable curve of a real smile.

Huh, thinks Yuri, wide-eyed. It’s not a bad look on her. It’s not that Aguero has never smiled, per se, but the intrinsic softness of it all is a wholly foreign creature to her, and she likes to think Aguero does consider her a friend. Or at least as close to one as a Khun is allowed to call a person.

“Oh, he’s cute all right. Like… a puppy, I guess. Big, gold eyes, really nice voice, listens to everything I say.” Aguero snorts, fiddles with her hair. “… For the most part, at least. There was a girl that he came here chasing after — ” and here she pauses briefly, expression hard like ice chips — “but she’s, ah, not a problem anymore.”

Yuri blinks. By her feet, frost gleams in elegant, spiraling patterns. For a moment, curiosity steals across her thoughts— what kind of girl could that have been, to catch the eye of Aguero’s sweetheart? To make even the pride of the Khuns lose her famously unshakable cool? And what the hell had even happened? But instinct cautions her otherwise, and it’s yet to lead her astray.

Yuri shakes her head. Best not to pry into those matters.

“Okay, then. And what are you going to do after you go?” she presses. “You know you can’t come back.”

At first, there’s no response. The seconds slide uneasily by, thick like a finger swirled through honey. The other girl’s face is thoughtful as she slowly replies: “I’m gonna help him climb the Tower.”

Aguero shifts slightly, and meets Yuri’s gaze. “To be fair, I wasn’t sure about that either at first. He… he’s really weak, you know.”

Yuri cackles, just to fill the silence. “That bad?”

“That bad.” Aguero exhales. “But he’s a monster, too. He has these… moments, when he gets a certain look in his eyes, and it’s almost terrifying. It’s funny, because he’s the gentlest thing I’ve ever met. But he’s going to be amazing in the future. I know it.”

“... Like Jahad? Or better?” Is it the boy’s power you’re after? His life? It’s not like Yuri can’t understand. But in the Tower, the asking price of violence and overwhelming force comes laughably cheap, and for something as easy as that Aguero would never be so reckless. The conditions of their status are admittedly stifling, but few things are truly unreachable for a Jahad princess.

Or is it something else?

“They’re nothing alike,” Aguero says flatly. “And I don’t want him to be.”

Frustratedly, she runs a hand through her hair, gesturing vaguely. “It’s hard to explain, but he…he’s good, Yuri. He’s good. All those years stuck in a cave, all the trials the Tower ran him through, all that death and backstabbing and grieving that they make the Regulars practically eat and breathe — he fought through it purely by his own merit, and still, nothing's broken him of it. I can’t understand it myself.”

Aguero murmurs to no one in particular, looking bewildered herself. “… It’s dazzling, honestly.” It only lasts a heartbeat, but there’s a heat to her entire bearing, an unexpected intensity, and it looks a lot like hope.

“He’s going to flip this Tower on its goddamned head, just you wait. He’ll need someone to watch his back when he does.” She smiles again, sharp and secretive — and it leaves Yuri reeling from the whiplash, this girl — who suddenly looks more like sunlight on new snow, like devotion underneath domed ceilings and glass sculptures praising unshakable belief, than the glacial stoicism of her bloodline. “The Regulars are supposed to form teams, right? I intend to be his light-bearer.”

“A-aha…I see it now. You’re crazy,” offers Yuri, more weakly than she would prefer. She thinks she can see the bigger picture now. She isn’t sure whether she likes it or not.

… So it’s his love you’re after. Do you think it’ll make you happy?

“I’ve got it all planned out, of course. I had a quick chat with Headon about starting fresh as well, so the Ranker rules shouldn’t apply to me.” It shouldn’t be possible to make throwing away your life so easy, so fulfilling, but Khun Aguero does it somehow, conviction radiating firmly from her entirety. She laughs, bright and determined. “We’re gonna give the floors so much hell, Yuri.”

“As for being a princess,” she continues, “I have a couple of ideas as to making sure no one looks too closely. That’s a secret, though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Aguero shoots her a mild look, and it’s the end of that discussion. She flicks her fingers with impatience. But one last question still burns a hole in Yuri’s chest, the one that hadn’t actually been answered, and she can’t let the other girl leave without a proper response. If she does, there won’t be a second chance.

The first hints of day yawn loomingly across the horizon. Shades of carnation and marigold, thin and pale, send tendrils of light across the sky. In just a few more minutes, the stars will disappear, eclipsed by their vibrance. And Aguero will be gone, gone, another name to be struck from the records.

After all their years of friendship, this is where the line gets drawn. It’s a little lonely, if she thinks about it. Yuri steels herself. A younger, less jaded girl might have asked Aguero to reconsider. But regardless of whatever answer she would have been given, it’s not the one she needs to know right now.

No regrets now, Aguero.

Princess Yuri Jahad looks the defector in the eye, feeling fully well the pride and colossal pressure of her status. Bending the rules has never, ever seemed so daunting before. Maybe the weight thudding cold in her chest is her grief. Maybe, she thinks sheepishly, it’s her jealousy. She wouldn’t be surprised if it were all of the above, and more than just her own fair share of the bitterness.

Believe it or not, she has been a princess for a very, very long time. The other girls would want to know the same.

It’s with hushed longing that she opens her mouth again, one last piece of idle gossip. With resentment, for countless eras spent in solitude and misplaced spite; loneliness, for every generation of lost, loveless young women. Every missed opportunity, every broken dream, every petty, contrived falling-out. She’s old enough to remember most of the worst. Aguero is escaping their shiny little showcase of a birdcage, at the price of losing everything else.

Please, she thinks desperately. Let her be right, this time. This is one of their sisters, after all. They must not have another Anaak Jahad.

“...Aguero. He’s worth it?” she repeats.

Khun Aguero Agnis steeples her fingers against her chin, staring forward. The sun rises ahead of them, unrelenting and pure, and the light catches on her face and draws it all out in ferocious streaks of gold.

“Yes,” she answers. “He is.”

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varibean · 4 years

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An Alchemist’s Guide To Making Smoke Bombs Ch. 1

After some convos with my friend @veokozz I’ve decided to write a little varian/hugo fic! It was originally going to be a short thing but Oh Well Now It’s Multi Chapter! Let me know what y’all think! Comments, likes, rbs are all welcome!

A few months after leaving Donella and joining Varian and his rag tag team, Hugo is finally starting to get accustomed to his new life style. But transitions are never that easy and if his steadily growing feelings for his blue eyed travel partner weren't enough to deal with, Hugo must now also face the echoes of his past and the actions that led him to this moment of his life. When harsh and unforgiving memories become too much to handle he soon finds that it's nice to have someone kind and warm to help him through the dark.

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“Ok so, we need potassium nitrate, magnesium, black powder-”

Varian’s voice was almost swallowed whole by the bustle of the outside market place and the buzzing of the hot summer sun. Footsteps clambered around the cobblestone path, each person sweltering from the heat and walking with a determined urgency to finish up whatever task they had and return back to the slightly cooler sanctum of their homes.

Clerks and merchants half heartedly argued with customers that passed their stalls, neither of them with the energy to really care one way or another about what the best deals were or how to get the most money out of the transaction. It seemed that no one wanted to be out right now with the height of the day crawling towards them in a steadily approaching march.

No one, of course, except Varian.

Hugo marveled at the other as he continued talking and walking with a steadfast pace, unperturbed by neither the heat nor the grumpiness of the crowd he was navigating. Occasionally he would stop at a stall and peruse the items on display but other that that he just kept on speaking and strutting as if the blistering temperatures were no match for his pure determination. After knowing him for a certain amount of time, Hugo was fully willing to believe that even the elements were no match for the blue eyed alchemist’s ridiculously stubborn drive.

It was charming, the way Varian seemingly never stopped when he had a goal in mind. And cute, Hugo could even go so far as to say it was attractive-no.

The blond tilted his head to the side as he followed behind, as if that action alone would let all of his thoughts tumble out so he could continue on with his day as normal. It didn’t work, of course, and paired with the blistering heat it was fair to say that Hugo was not having a particularly good day.

He wasn’t quite sure when the thoughts started occurring and he couldn’t map them even if he tried. He just knew that they were bothersome and unwanted and happening much, much more frequently. While at first it was just a passing notion in his mind when Varian did something particularly endearing, now it was a constant flow in reaction to anything and everything the other alchemist did. It had gotten to the point where he was more than certain that Varian could burp in a particular way and it would make his heart stop, which was kind of gross to think about but nonetheless true.

“-And now we can start on the food supplies. Think you can carry those and help me put this stuff up? Hugo? Hey.”

Hugo was snapped out of his thoughts as Varian lightly hip checked him, drawing his full attention to the scene before them.

Apparently in his mental absence Varian had stopped to haggle with the last of the clerks who were selling items needed to make a new batch of chemical bombs. The other’s arms were full with delicate bottles and boxes, each one containing a dangerous element of some form or fashion.

“Little help maybe?” Varian tilted his head back, trying to gesture to his pack.

“Yeah, right the chemicals and shit. Sorry I was uh…”

“Looking at that pretty crystal seller over there? Caught you dazing off in that direction.” The knowing smirk that spread over Varian’s face indicated that he’d been paying more attention to Hugo than he first realized, which was just a tiny bit thrilling.

The thought that Varian looked at him just as much as he did vice verse sent a slight flutter to his chest, even though it was wishful thinking.

‘Oh buddy, if only you knew.’ He thought to himself.

Varian had guessed the right kind of daydreaming he’d been doing, but the wrong recipient of said thoughts.

‘Right distraction, wrong attraction.’

Finally Hugo shook himself out of his own head and straightened his back to meet Varian’s smirk with one of his own.

“Do I look like the kind of guy who’s just going to tell you if I was?” It was a joke but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice, one that Varian was too distracted by his armload to notice.

“Tell me or don’t but you’re gonna help me put this stuff up or else I’m going to specifically buy food you don’t like. Enough to last the group a whole month and that’s all you’re gonna get.”

Hugo let out a short and sharp laugh before helping Varian, carefully placing the delicate components in special holders that Varian had sewn into his pack. Hugo had made fun of him for it at the time but it was honestly genius. A simple, practical kind of genius.

That was another thing he liked about him; Varian didn’t always need to display his work in big grand gestures, sometimes the simplest things were most effective. Of course, according to the stories about his life in Corona, he wasn’t opposed to big grand gestures in the slightest. Flashy when he wanted to be, subtle when he needed to be.

It only took a minute to pack everything up safe and secure and once Hugo was finished, Varian took the opportunity to stretch out his tired arms. As he did so Hugo noticed how his wrinkled shirt raised ever so slightly, giving him just the smallest peek of skin before the fabric was shuffled down and straightened back out.

“Want some lunch?”

The question came more suddenly than expected and after a split second of continuing to stare, Hugo ran a hand over his face to reach through his hair in an attempt to hide the blush that was spreading palely across his face.

“What about the grocery run, huh smart guy?”

“I think the other two wouldn’t mind us taking a quick detour for some grub. There’s got to be a place a guy can find a good ham sandwich around here.”

Lunch alone with Varian. After his previous blunder Hugo didn’t know if he could handle it. Technically speaking he got plenty of sub par alone time with Varian, although it was never how he wanted it to be. They were the ones that went on supply runs after all, and they had plenty of time together making their chemicals and smoke bombs. But that was all work; being in a busy market or distracted by sensitive chemical maintenance wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of romance. But eating lunch in a restaurant in an actual city, especially when those luxuries were so few and far between on their journey, now that was alone time.

“Yeah,” Hugo said, voice as calm and confident as ever even if he didn’t feel like it on the inside, “lunch sounds great. Still gonna force me to eat all the gross food?”

Varian rolled his eyes and elbowed him lightly in the arm.

“Nah, I guess you’ve earned your keep for now. But be warned-” Hugo watched as Varian reached into his pocket and took out a small coin purse just to jangle it around, “The others gave me the supply money. If you aren’t nice I might just make you pay your own tab.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

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goddessofeternity · 4 years

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Blinding Faith

Chapter 4: Thieves and Faith

It had been two years since my father passed and my mother was finally starting to smile again. At first, the cold of the north annoyed her, but she eventually found joy in the snowy mountains. I wish I could give her a garden again, but I’d rather keep her safe. I know she missed growing things but it wasn’t the time for that. I walked through the snow and adjusted the firewood onto my back. I wanted to hurry home since it was a full moon tonight and my mom was making cake and we would have our prayer circle. It was my favorite thing to do every month and it became a tradition. Our little home was tucked away in the woods and it was probably the smallest house we ever owned. I took a job tending sheep for a farmer and my mother helped the elderly with small tasks. I opened the door and was greeted with the smell of fresh bread and my mother singing to herself.

“Hey Mama...I brought some more firewood.”

“Oh finally! I thought I would freeze to death and the bread would get cold.” She kissed my cheek and guided me to a chair. “You are freezing cold my love. I’m gonna wrap you up nice and tight! Just like when you were a baby.”

“Mom!” I laughed as she wrapped me up tight in a bunch of blankets. “I guess I’m doomed to be your baby forever huh?”

“Of course...especially after how handsome you’ve gotten. I’ve seen how girls have been looking at you lately. You’ve grown nice and tall too.” She smiled and I blushed because I had noticed it too. A few of the girls around the town often watched me lift the sheep and hay barrels. They sometimes followed me around town and I could hear their giggling in my ears all day. If I had to be honest, I wasn’t really concerned with girls. It was never in the practice, but I vowed a life of celibacy. I wanted to put worldly pleasures like that aside as I went deeper into my faith. I wanted to get married someday, but for now, taking care of my mother and daily prayers was enough.

“I’m not worried about the girl's mother. Now are we gonna pray to our beloved goddess for another month of good fortune?” I laughed as I untangled myself from the blankets as she went into the kitchen. I sat by the window and lit some candles and my mother came back with the bread and some wine. She poured three glasses and placed the bread, cheese, slices of ham and a star she carved onto a plate. I was only allowed wine during our full moon ceremonies, but I doubted I would be much of a wine drinker. She sat across from me and held my hands and we bowed our heads.

“Oh Blessed Celestial Mother, we offer these gifts to you in hopes that you bless us again for another month of prosperity, we thank you for keeping us safe and healthy. We ask that you continue to guide and watch over us. Look after our loved ones in your kingdom of the stars.” We both drank our wine and kept the plate by the window. I wouldn’t call them sacrifices, more like offerings and then at the end of the full moon, we gave the food to the orphanage in the next town over.

After we said our prayers, my mother went to bed and I went for a walk through town. I enjoyed basking in the light of my goddess. I often walked around the town to pray for all of our neighbors. It was harder to stay healthy in the cold. Most of the families were sick and some weren’t doing as good. I walked through the forest where the small lake had begun to freeze over. I smiled as I saw some rabbits running around, and I sighed as I rubbed my arms. I was about to lean against a rock, but a sound made me look over my shoulder. Peeking around, I saw some soldiers of the Rennaya tribe marching about. It had been some time since they last came here. The leader of the Rennaya tribe was very laid back and news of them in the war was rare. I started to wonder if they even participated in it.

I couldn’t take the chance of them taking me away, so I slipped away back to my house. I locked the door and looked out the window as they marched by. This was the last thing I needed, hell the last thing my mother needed. My father’s death was still a sore wound for us both. I refused to let my mother live through it again.

My mother was gone when I woke up the next day, so I went to read the books again. I was surprised that I hadn’t thought of a better name for them. I guess I could call it a scripture for now, it didn’t sound very original though. I walked through the town and felt my blood run cold as soldiers of the Rennaya tribe walked towards me, I held firm as I looked them in the eyes. The man looked me up and down before he smirked at me.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning sir. I have a feeling I know what you want so can we skip the pleasantries?” He laughed at my straightforward tone, but I couldn’t even bring myself to smile. The situation wasn’t something I ever took lightly. Not after everything my family had been through.

“Alright...I thought I would be nice. How old are you?”

“I’m fifteen….almost sixteen.”

“Family?”

“It is just me and my mother. My father died two years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that son.” The sincerity in his voice made me pause, but I didn’t let it cloud my thoughts. The last thing I needed to do was let a slightly nice soldier get under my skin by being sympathetic. “I only ask because I’ve been scouting young men for the war. Men from the Zambola tribe have been spotted around lately. We need to protect our borders. This is just a suggestion, I can see you are worried. Our leader is a lot more reasonable than the other two are. If worse comes to worse, he might make it mandatory.”

“I understand sir….” He nodded as he walked away from me. I let out a breath as I watched them march away. I never lied to my mother, but keeping this to myself was the best option. After the death of my father, her heart had grown weak and I was sure she would have died from heartbreak if I wasn’t here. The local doctor stressed to us that she should take it easy from now on. Any more stressful situations could kill her or put a considerable amount of stain on her. Losing my mother was not an option, I would do what I had needed to keep her happy and healthy.

Lately though, as my mother taught me more and more, I found myself wanting to expand the religion. I had a feeling it would bring her joy, but I also worried that she might fear for me. That would strain her heart but I could feel it in my soul that I needed to do this. I felt that it was my calling in life. A sudden and powerful urge took over my body, even more so to spread it to others. I often thought about building churches and preaching to people in town, but even if the leader of the Rennaya tribe was reasonable, it was still a risk.

A risk I was too keen on taking.

“Hey!” I tore out of my thoughts and looked on as a guy about my age ran by. The shopkeepers were throwing some stones at him, and he laughed and continued running. It was then that I noticed he had some food and money in his hands. I furrowed my brow as I went to chase after him. The last thing this town needed was a thief, although he couldn’t be that good if he was stealing in broad daylight.

“Stop!” I yelled out as I chased him into the woods. It was a good thing I kept training after my father died. I don’t think I would have been able to catch him if I didn’t. He looked back and surprisingly, he stopped to look at me.

“Hey brother man! What’s going on?” He nonchalantly waved at me and I just looked at him in confusion.

“You...you can’t just steal things. What is wrong with you?”

“Well I’m just a hungry man. I have to eat to keep up this figure.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. “It’s hard living up north. We all can’t be as well off as you.”

“I never said I was living comfortably...I’m just getting by like everyone else. Which is why you shouldn't steal from hardworking people.”

“I’m sorry you pompous ass, but this is how I make my living. They will make it work without a few things.”

“You don’t know that you jackass!” I felt a vein form on my forehead as I stared down this rude guy. “Look...I just don’t think you should be stealing. Why don’t you just get a job?”

“With them? Yeah right...like they would hire someone who just tried to steal from them.” He bit into an apple before he spoke again. “You must be the goody two shoes around here huh?”

“I….wouldn’t say that.” It was the truth however, I did help a lot of our neighbors with a bunch of miniscule tasks. I guess I was a bit of a people pleaser, but I saw nothing wrong with that.

“Ha! You really are!” I frowned as he burst into laughter at me.” Sorry buddy but I’m out of here.” He turned to leave but I grabbed his arm. I felt his arm tense as he stopped. “Let me go.”

“Not until you return what you stole!” He sighed before he dropped the items and turned to punch me in the face. I leaned back quickly, releasing my grip on his arm. He charged at me and I put my hands up to defend myself. I never actually engaged in a fight with another person, but he clearly had experience. Too busy in my thoughts, I failed to dodge a punch to my face and was sent crashing into the snow. I spit out blood and grabbed the foot that was about to collide with my face. Grunting, I tossed him away and his face slammed into a tree. I wouldn’t let him get away from me, so I ran at him and tackled him into the snow. We wrestled over each other for a bit before I pinned his hands down.

“You are not getting out of here!”

“Fuck you!” He leaned up just enough to headbutt me and my grip loosened as I reeled back. I still gathered myself enough to punch him in the jaw. This time he spit out blood but right into my eyes.

“Ah! Damnit!” I rubbed my eyes and felt a sharp pain in my side as he kicked me aside. Opening one eye, I grabbed his ankle and knocked him over. I crawled over him and punched him hard in the face. This guy was really starting to piss me off now. I hated getting angry and using violence, but stealing from people who were struggling was not something I could just watch. I kept punching him and he swung back at me just as hard. It didn’t take long for the pure white snow to turn red with our blood.

“Fuck off you asshole!”

“How about you stop being an idiot!?”

“You’re the one trying to stop me from surviving!”

“We are all trying to survive you idiot!”

“Stop calling me that dumbass!”

“Idiot!”

“ENOUGH!!” We both stopped to look at the new voice that shouted at us. I felt my heart sink as I saw my mother looking at me. Her hand was clutching at her chest and some firewood was at her feet. My thoughts left the thief as I hurried up to her. She looked me over before her gaze turned to the thief.

“Mom what are you-” She didn’t listen to me as she knelt beside the thief. Taking a cloth from her dress, she started to wipe his face and look over his wounds. “Mom-”

“Callum...what have I taught you?”

“I...mom he was stealing! I couldn’t let him do that!”

“So you both beat each other into the ground! When has violence ever solved anything?! You know better than this Callum! We have to be better than others!” I opened my mouth to reply but I knew she was right. I balled up my fists as I looked at the blood covered snow. She was right, I did know better. Fighting was not an answer I ever relied on, but this guy just pissed me off so quickly. I would have to reflect on myself later, after I take this guy back and make him-

“You can stay with us then.”

“Huh?” I looked up at my mother smiling at the idiot and he smiled at her. What the hell did I just miss? “Mom he can’t just stay with us! What if he steals from us too!”

“Oh hush now Callum...we’re gonna give him somewhere warm to stay as well as feed him. Also he is gonna make up for his mistakes. Right sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes ma’am.” Taking his answer at face value, she held onto his arm and they walked back to our home. I stood looking at them dumbfounded. My mother really did have a heart of gold and I felt ashamed at my approach. I could have been a little more understanding. I sighed as I gathered up the firewood and followed them back home.

~~~

“OW!” I chuckled behind my cup as the thief winced as my mother cleaned his wounds. I rubbed at my face over my bandages. The alcohol did burn like hell but I didn’t voice it. I let him wear some of my clothes since we were practically the same size. I noticed when we changed that he was skinnier than I was. I never thought that we were well off but seeing his state made me grateful for what I did have.

“Oh it only stings for a little bit. You both should not have been fighting in the first place. Now, why don’t you tell us your name? You know my son Callum and my name is Zola.”

“Sorry um...its Ibn.”

“Well it is nice to meet you Ibn. Right Callum?” She looked over her shoulder and glared deeply at me.

“Yes it is good to make your acquaintance Ibn. I...I apologize for the way I acted earlier. I just hate seeing others struggle and then get robbed for the little they have for themselves.”

“I would like to know why you were stealing. Are your parents in trouble?”

“......” My mother and I shared a look as he grew silent. He looked away from us with a frown and my mother stood up.

“Well you don’t have to say anything you aren’t comfortable with. I’m gonna head out to get something for dinner later. Now Ibn you are welcome to stay as long as you want, but you have to tell the store owners what you did.”

“What I-”

“No young man, I will not have you in my home if you can’t own up to what you did and ask for forgiveness. Now I’m leaving, you boys be on your best behavior.”

As she left, Ibn walked away from me and face planted onto the other bed in the room. I wouldn’t bother talking to him since he looked upset. I walked out the room and looked over the stuff he had stolen. Food, medicine, water and some clothes. I scratched my head and sat by the window and started a silent prayer to ask for more patience. Forgiveness and mercy were a thing I had struggled with after my father died. I wanted to kill so many people and my heart filled with a rage like no other. I thought I would be consumed by my anger, but my mother was always there for me. It took months of prayer and deep soul searching to feel better about it. I would not let my anger get the best of me ever again.

Even towards a petty thief.

I opened my eyes after releasing a breath and poked at the firewood because the house was getting cold. I glanced at my door because I heard him shuffle about. If he was taking something at this point I would have to tell my mother she was wrong. I wanted to give him the benefit of a doubt though, so I opened my door and my eyes widened in shock. Sitting on the floor, he was reading over my books and looked up at me in confusion.

“What?” I jolted out of my shock and jumped over the bed and snatched the book from his hand. I flipped through the pages to see if he damaged anything, seeing he did nothing to it I immediately started to worry. If he said anything, my mother and I would be in danger. I could not let my mother get hurt. We had nothing to keep him silent with. Our money was low and we couldn’t afford to get rid of it. I..I couldn’t kill him. Despite how I felt I would not go that route and I know my mother would rather be punished then take a life again.

“Hey you alright?”

“W-What?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I….” Was he being serious? Did he not know what he just found? “Do you...you know what those books are right?”

“Yes...if you think I’m gonna talk I won’t. I know what the penalty for this is.” I looked at him before I sat in front of him. I held a hand over my mouth as I tried to think about how he knew about them. “My mother and father were followers.”

“What?!”

“No need to yell asshole, I have a headache.”

“So you...you believe too!” I couldn't contain my excitement. This was the first time I had met someone who believed as well! My mother would cry so many tears of joy if she knew. Hell, I wanted to cry tears of joy.

“I no longer practice the faith Callum.”

“What why?” Just like that my hopes and excitement were shattered. “How could you not practice anymore?”

“Look I just haven’t thought about it since my parents died. I believe in the Celestial Mother, I just don’t pray anymore. I worry too much about surviving.”

“Having her in your heart will help with that!” He snorted out a laugh as he looked out the window. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing...it just makes sense now why you both accepted me into your home. I will say it is nice to see the faith still going strong.”

“It can still go strong!”

“Huh? How?”

“I want to expand it!” I watched his eyes grow large before he started laughing at me. I failed to see what was so funny about what I just said. I felt ready to do this for a while, but my mother’s health made me push that aside.

“Are you insane? The tribes will have a fit and kill you.”

“It’s a risk I am ready to take. Haven’t you ever felt that you were meant to do more?”

“I think about that all the time...but this is crazy Callum. What about your mother?”

“She would be proud of me. I know it might scare her but I know she’ll be proud of me. I want to show the people of Thrax that we have nothing to fear from death. There is more to our lives than this war. We can have peace and we can understand and love each other! At the end of our lives we will be welcomed into the warm embrace of the Celestial Mother.”

“......you really believe you can make that happen?”

“I do.” He looked over my face before he laughed and clapped my shoulder.

“You are a damn crazy idiot, but...for some reason I feel like you can do something positive. That speech was pretty good too.” He sighed as he looked out the window. “I always figured I’d die horribly, but at least I could see my parents again. Hell maybe even see this goddess my parents worshipped so much. The stories did say she was good looking so there’s that. When I read the books again after so long...I felt good, really good. I can’t explain it but this feeling deep in my chest was hitting me.”

He looked at me with a fire in his eyes. “I think maybe I was meant to help you. My calling in life is to help you Callum. I can feel it. Perhaps reading the books is giving me strength to go on and live harder. So...if you’ll have me, I’d like to do this with you. Make my parents proud.”

“They already are Ibn.” I raised my hand and he grasped it tightly in his own. “Let’s do this.”

“Yeah….but you might want to give me a lesson. It has been some time.”

We both laughed as we settled on the floor and set the book down to go over it. I had a feeling this would be a tough road, but I was more than willing to throw myself into this journey of strengthening my faith and the faith of others.

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Needless to say, my mother took the news with several different emotions when she came home that evening. She cooked dinner and paced about as she cried, laughed, grew angry, cried again, laughed, and finally just cried. I promised her that I would be careful and Ibn promised to watch my back. That only made her worry more and it took us a few hours to calm her down.

“I’m so proud and so scared all at once.” My mom settled on a chair as she placed her cheek into her hand. “My sweet boy...you are too perfect for this world. Spreading the faith...I never thought I would see the day, and from my own blood no less.”

“I want to start here in the town and slowly build it up. Most of the villagers rely on me and trust me, so I don’t think it will take much effort.”

“You have to remember son that religion is forbidden. It will not be easy just because you have built solid relationships. Trust is also a large factor in all of this. You have to be prepared for people to take steps back and also those who would report you.”

“I understand.” I looked at Ibn as he looked out the window. “You alright?”

“Yeah...I think I have an idea about how to get some people to listen.” He turned from the window and picked up what he stole earlier. “Callum bring the book.”

I looked at my mother before I went to retrieve it. “So what is this plan of yours?”

“You’ll see.” He smiled before he turned to my mother. “We’ll be right back ma’am.”

“Oh well...be careful.” She looked worried but still saw us off with a smile. Ibn said nothing as we went to the store. It was starting to close and they were in the middle of locking up when we showed up. Needless to say, Mr. Bright wasn’t happy to see Ibn.

“You scoundrel! Brenda get the broom!” He charged at him and I jumped in the way.

“Hold on wait! He wants to apologize?” I looked over my shoulder and he nodded fiercely. “He wants your forgiveness!”

“What?” He looked confused as his wife ran out with a broom. “He came back to apologize?”

“Yes sir...and I’m returning the things I stole. I deeply regret taking from you and your wife.” Ibn walked forward and the items back.

“What caused this sudden change of heart?” Mr. Bright didn’t look convinced as he folded his arms. “How do I know you won’t do it again?”

“Because I have learned from my mistakes. I prayed to my goddess to show me the right path and here I am.” I whipped around to look at him. I didn’t think he would be so blunt about it, and in the middle of the town no less. Some people stopped to look at us and began whispering.

“You..prayed about it...to your goddess?”

“Yes sir.” He held a look of determination and more people stopped to see what others were looking at. I started to get nervous because this could go really poorly.

“H-He means our Celestial Mother Serafina! A goddess of the stars and life! She made everything that we have come to know!”

“That is ridiculous! You speak of religion and that is taboo boy!” I looked at an older man in the crowd who glared at me. I looked around and noticed a crowd somehow formed around us. Ibn looked at me and I swallowed back my fear. I had my goddess in my heart, I wouldn’t fear all of these people.

“Having faith in something is not taboo! Having something to believe in can give you strength and praying to her gives me that!”

“He speaks the truth! I was just a petty thief just today! You all saw me steal from this couple! After hearing the teachings from Callum, I learned to seek forgiveness and mercy! Do you all want to listen to three tribes bitch and take from you!?” A few murmurs went around the crowd and I continued my speech.

“I know religion is taboo but it doesn’t have to be! I want to share these blessings of faith with you all! I’m not forcing any of you to listen to us, but no one has moved! No one is stopping us from speaking out. A part of you all wants to hear this! Your curiosity is keeping you here! I won’t seek your money only your time. We have suffered enough under the rules of men who wish for nothing but power! We need to be better! We need to support each other and love our neighbors! I wish to take you away from the darkness of our current lives and bring you into the light of my goddess!”

I breathed heavily as I finished talking to the crowd of people. Some looked unimpressed and others seemed interested. I couldn’t tell if I won anybody over until a little girl spoke up.

“Did she make stars?” I looked at Ibn and we laughed and I knelt down to look her in the eyes.

“Yes she did...just her laughter alone makes stars explode to life.” I watched as her eyes lit up and she, along with others looked up at the sky. I gazed up too, watching the stars twinkle and shine. It felt like she was looking over us in that moment, proud and happy for this leap of faith we made.

“We could be killed for even listening to this.” A woman spoke up as she held her baby close to her chest. “Say any of us believe you, believe in all this talk. What’s to stop the tribes from killing us all.” The crowd erupted into agreements before they looked at us again.

“I will protect you all.”

“What?” Ibn looked at me in shock and I nodded my head in determination.

“I will do my best to protect everyone. My goddess gives me strength of heart, mind and body. She has that sort of power and it's what I will show all of you.”

“Fuck it…” I heard Ibn mutter to himself as he stood taller next to me. “I will also protect you all. In the name of our goddess.” He looked at me and I smiled wide. “I’m with you Callum.”

“Well I have nothing better to do...I want to hear about this goddess.” A man stepped forward and yawned loudly. “Anything is better than having to hear about the tribes all the time.”

“Dad!” A woman hissed and grabbed at his arm but he just shook her off.

“Come on Bethany...this could be interesting, besides they aren’t forcing us to do this.” He looked at us to confirm and we nodded enthusiastically. “See...come on boys show me what’s so great about this goddess.” I watched as several others stepped forward, while others shook their heads and left quickly to sleep for the night. I could not believe that we did it. Someone wanted to actually listen to us about Serafina! I lead the group back to my home and Ibn let out a nervous breath. I couldn’t stop smiling at the turnout!

This was the start to a new beginning!

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I Believe the Children Are Our Future: Part Two

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“You’re going to get sick if you eat all this ham,” you noted as Dean worked on his third sandwich of the early evening. Sam walked into the motel room and rolled his eyes when he saw his brother eating.

“Dude, seriously—still with the ham?”

“We don't have a fridge,” Dean said with his mouth full. Sam placed a map in front of you and Dean before explaining what he found.

“Well, I found something,” Sam pointed to each of the red X’s he marked on the map. “Um, tooth fairy attack was here, Pop Rocks and Coke was here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer—all located within a two-mile radius.”

“So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside, fantasy becomes reality?” you wondered.

“Looks like.”

“And what's the A-bomb at its center?”

“Four acres of farmland and a house.”

“Then I know where we need to go next,” you declared as you snatched the keys from the table.

“Why don’t you just knock?” you asked as Sam tried to pick the lock.

“There might not be anyone home,” he said just as the door opened.

Sam quickly put away the lock pick kit as you three stared at the kid who answered the door. There was a soft black glow around the kid’s body, and your eyes widened when you realized what that meant.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi. Uh, what's your name?”

“Who wants to know?”

“The, uh, FBI,” Dean said as he and Sam took out their credentials to show him, but you couldn’t seem to move.

Dean looked at you to see what was wrong when he noticed your pale face. There was something you were seeing that they weren’t and he became worried.

“Let me see that,” the young boy said as he grabbed Dean’s badge. When he was convinced that they were real, he handed it back. “So, what, you guys don't knock?”

“Are your parents home?” you whispered.

“They work.”

“Could we please take a look inside? Maybe ask you a few questions?” you asked, trying to show the boy you can do more than just stare at him in fear.

“Fine,” he sighed as he let you inside.

He walked to the kitchen where a pot of soup was cooking. He turned off the stove and began pouring it into a bowl.

“What's that?” Sam asked, trying to make conversation.

“It's called soup. You heat it up and you eat it.”

“Right. I, I know. It's just, um... I used to make my own dinner, too, when I was a kid.”

“Well, I'm not a kid,” he said defensively.

“No, you’re not,” you muttered.

Dean noticed artwork on the fridge, and he took it down before showing it to young boy.

“I’m Robert, by the way,” Sam said as he shook his hand.

“Jesse.”

“Did you draw this?” Dean asked as he motioned to the drawing of the tooth fairy in which Sam described exactly at the hospital.

“It's the tooth fairy,” Jesse nodded.

“That's what you think the tooth fairy looks like, huh?”

“Yeah. My dad told me about him. What, didn't your dad tell you about the tooth fairy?”

“My dad?” Dean chucked. “My dad told me different stories.”

“Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story.”

“What do you know about itching powder, Jesse?” you asked.

“That stuff will make you scratch your brains out.”

“Pop Rocks and Coke?”

“You mix them, and you'll end up in the hospital. Everyone knows that,” he shrugged. Pulling out the joy buzzer, you showed it to Jesse whose eyes widened. “You shouldn't have that.”

“Why not?”

“It can electrocute you.”

“Actually, it can't. It's just a wind-up toy. It's totally harmless. Doesn't even have batteries.”

“So, it can't shock you?”

“Nope. Not at all. I swear.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I mean, all it does is just shake in your hand. It's kind of lame. See?” you demonstrated by placing the end of the buzzer on Dean’s chest.

It shocked him in the way it was supposed to be shocked, but he didn’t know that. His form stiffened up, and he gave you a murderous look for doing so. Jesse grinned and giggled when he saw Dean’s reaction, but you could only give a half-assed smile.

“What the hell was that?” Dean growled when you three left his house.

“I had a hunch. I went with it.”

“You risked my ass on a hunch?”

“You're fine. Sam’s fine. I’m fine, but that boy is not fine,” you whispered fearfully.

“What did you see earlier?” Sam asked when he remembered the look in your eyes upon seeing the boy for the first time.

“He’s a demon.”

“What?”

“Or half-demon. I don’t know, but there is a black glow around that boy. It’s faint, but it’s there. He’s not a witch and he doesn’t have cursed objects. Whatever he believes in comes true because he’s a damn demon that has the power to do so.”

“I guess we need to figure out who his parents are.”

“Tell me you found something,” you sighed when Sam walked into the motel. Dean was on the bed reading something, but you were too nervous to do anything like that.

“It's not much. Uh, a B student who won last year's Pinewood Derby. Get this, Jesse was adopted. His birth records are sealed.”

“Tell me you unsealed them.”

“There's no father listed, but Jesse's biological mom is named Julia Wright. She lives in Elk Creek, on the other side of the state.”

“Great, let’s go. I need to know how this kid is a demon and didn’t try to kill us at first glance.”

Julia lived in such a secluded part of town. It didn’t make sense for her to be out here unless she was hiding from something or someone. There was a gate that separated the house from the street, and on the front was a “no trespassing” sign, but you ignored it as you pushed your way through. Approaching the front door, you rang the doorbell and waited.

“Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested.”

“We’re not salesmen. Agents Ronan, Page, and Plant. FBI,” you announced. Taking out your credentials, you held it up to the peephole along with Sam and Dean.

Put your badge in the slot. Your partners’, too,” she said. Sighing, you did as was told, and a few second slater, Julia opened the door and handed back the badges.

“What do you want?”

“We just had a few questions about your son.”

“I don’t have a son.”

“He was born March twenty-ninth, nineteen ninety-eight, in Omaha. You put him up for adoption?”

“What about him?”

“We were just wondering, um, was it a normal pregnancy? Was there anything strange?” you asked. All of a sudden, Julia slammed the door in a panic with fear in her eyes.

“Stay away from me!”

“Mrs. Wright wait!” you exclaimed as you pushed your way through the doors. When she slammed on, you opened it and continued on.

“We just want to talk!” you exclaimed. She finally entered the kitchen, and when you entered, she threw salt t the three of you.

“You're not demons?”

“I knew it!” you gasped as you lightly slapped Dean’s chest to prove your point.

“How do you know about demons?” Dean gasped.

“Mrs. Wright, we are not here to hurt you. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and these are Sam and Dean Winchester. We’re hunters, and demons are one of the monsters we hunt. Now, please tell us about your son because we really need to know more about him,” you said in a calm manner. Julia sighed and nodded before taking you three to the dining room.

“I was possessed. A demon took control of my body, and I hurt people. I killed people.”

“That wasn’t you,” Sam sighed.

“But I was there. I heard a woman beg for mercy. I felt a young girl's blood drip down my hands.”

“That's how you knew about the salt,” Dean observed.

“Yeah, I picked up tricks. It was in my head for months. Many, many months.”

“How many?”

“Nine.”

“So, your son…”

“Yeah, the whole time. The pregnancy, birth—all of it. I was possessed. The night the baby was born, I was alone. And the pain was—the pain was overwhelming. I screamed, and it came out a laugh because the demon was happy. It used my body to give birth to a child. When it was over, something changed. Maybe the demon was tired or if the pain helped me fight it, but somehow, I took control.

“And the demon wailed inside me. It pounded against my skull. I thought my head was gonna explode. But I knew. I knew what I had to do. When I was alone with the baby, a part of me wanted to kill it. But, God help me, I couldn't do that. So, I put it up for adoption, and I ran.”

“Who was the father?” you asked.

“I was a virgin,” she shook her head. “Have you seen my son? Is he human?”

“His name's Jesse. He lives in, uh, Alliance. He's a good kid,” you said, leaving out the part that made him a demon. It took some time, but you three left her house with frowns on your faces.

“So, now what?” Sam asked.

“We need help.”

“You think he’s here?” Dean asked as you walked into the motel room.

“I said half-demon baby child. So, yeah, I think he’s here,” you stated as you turned on the lights. There, in the middle of the room, stood Castiel.

“It's lucky you found the boy,” the angel spoke.

“Oh, yeah, real lucky. What do we do with him?”

“Kill him.”

“Castiel,” you sighed after a few moments of staring at him in shock.

“This child is half demon and half human, but it's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this hybrid Cambion or Katako. You know him as the antichrist,” he said as he took a seat at the table.

In an instant, fart noises was all that could be heard, and you three stared at Castiel as it continued to happen. Dean tried to hide the smile from his face until it was done. Castiel reached underneath him and pulled out the whoopee cushion Dean bought before placing it on the table.

“That wasn’t me.”

“Anyway, I don't get it. Jesse is the devil's son?” Sam asked.

“No, of course not. Your Bible gets more wrong than it does right. The antichrist is not Lucifer's child. It's just a demon spawn, but it is one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against heaven.”

“Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?”

“The demons lost him. They can't find him, but they're looking.”

“Why did they lose him?” you asked.

“Because of the child's power. It hides him from both angels and demons. For now.”

“So, he's got, like, a force field around him. Well, that's great. Problem solved.”

“It’s why the shit’s been happening in a two-mile radius. It’s his ‘force field’ as you put it,” you observed.

“With Lucifer risen, this child grows strong. Soon, he will do more than just make a few toys come to life—something that will draw the demons to him. The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. Then, with a word, this child will destroy the Host of Heaven.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. You're saying that—that Jesse's gonna nuke the angels?” Dean gasped.

“We cannot allow that to happen.”

“Wait,” Sam stood. “We're the good guys. We—we don't just kill children.”

“A year ago, you would have done whatever it took to win this war,” Castiel glared as he stood.

“Things change,” Sam narrowed his eyes.

Dean stepped forward and placed a hand on his brother’s chest to calm him down before speaking.

“Okay. Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. Alright? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So, we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do.”

“You'll kidnap him? What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world.”

“So, we tell him the truth. You say Jesse's destined to go dark side—fine, but he hasn't yet. So, if we lay it all out for him—what he is, the apocalypse, everything—he might make the right choice,” Sam tried to reason with the angel. Castiel glared and leaned forward, his eyes deep with disappointment and anger.

“You didn’t. I can’t take that chance,” he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Damn it,” Sam groaned.

“Come on, he’s headed for Jesse,” you exclaimed as you grabbed the keys to the car.

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Prologue + Chapter 1-1

Prologue

It might be a bit cliche, but let’s start with a self introduction. My name is Ham Dani, seventeen years old. Right now It is just ten days before I start high school.

I was born in a normal household, with normal looks, and normal personalities. It’s so normal that you wonder how much of a normal girl I can be.

At least… up until the age of fourteen, that is.

What happened to my life after fourteen you ask?

That is really, really terrible...ah, I cannot explain it all within one sentence.

There are other backstories I need to mention first, before even explaining what happened. By chance, have you heard of web novels? On the internet, there used to be a popular ongoing series with a male protagonist who is an heir of chaebol¹, always skips class and causes trouble around town. Yet still manages to rank number one in studies, and also have a look that does not lose to a celebrity. Along with female protagonist who lives a normal life and is poor.

You might be a bit taken aback by this sudden topic I’ve mentioned, however if I were to explain my life, I cannot not mention about this very plot. Really.

Chapter 1: The Heroine? She lives next door.

2007 March 2nd was my middle school entrance ceremony. Just the day before, I could not sleep because I was filled with half worry and half excitement, so I’ve decided to read a book. I was reading until the point where my eyes started to close, and when I opened my eyes back up the daylight filled my vision. I got up slowly with a bed hair, while the book I was reading last night was placed above my head.

I got out to the kitchen and ate breakfast my mom made me. After the meal, I washed my face then brushed my teeth, and washed my hair. Until then, it was still a normal everyday morning. While I was having a peaceful morning, I became speechless as soon as I stood in front of my closet and stared at the bright white uniform that hung by the door from head to toe.

Huh? I squinted my eyes. I rubbed my eyes clear and looked at the uniform again. Nothing changed. This time I tried banging my head against the wall and stared back at my closet. Still nothing.

What is this? I held my uniform and sank into deep thought. The more I stared at this uniform, it reminded me of a hospital uniform from a mental ward. Bright white jacket with bright white skirt. The vest was light beige, but that did not comfort me in anyway. If I wore this uniform all buttoned up, then I would look just as white and bright as this uniform would be.

One the bright side, this was not our school uniform. Our school uniform is just plain brown.

After pondering about this uniform, I asked my mom.

“Mom, where is my school uniform?”

“What?”

My mom came by my room door after finishing up the dishes. I asked her again as I waved the white uniform in the air.

“Mom, this is not our school’s uniform! Where is my uniform?”

“What are you talking about? We had that tailored a week ago. That is your school uniform!”

“Huh?”

“What?”

A moment of awkwardness passed. Then my mom slapped my back as she left the room, thinking that I was just joking around. If it was the usual, I would have shouted when she slapped my back, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I blanklessly stared at the white uniform.

Wait, hold on. I went into my thoughts again. The uniform was glowing bright as if it was reflecting the sunlight from my room.

Are you saying this is our school’s uniform? And I have to wear this? This extravagant uniform that is hard to digest when general people wear?

I had a sudden feeling that it was going to be a long first day of school. I crimpled my face as I wore the uniform. However, this isn’t where my bad luck ends. This was only the beginning of my bad luck and three years forwards. .

I stepped out of my apartment door and became startled. There was an unfamiliar girl standing right in front of the doorway. If I opened the door any harder, the girl and the door would of collided. Why in the world is she standing so close to the door. I placed my hands above my beating heart and turned my attention to her. As soon I took a look at the girl, my jaw dropped.

She was really pretty. Really, really pretty. Having a girl this pretty so close up was for the first time in my life.

Her skin was white and pale as if you can almost see the veins underneath. Her long black hair is so straight as if you drew a fine line down with a ruler, softly rested down to her waist. A purplish hue glowed as sunlight reflected on her black hair. Sunlight passing through her eyes also gave a purple hue, and the places which sunlight did not reflect were jet black.

Her plump lips glossed and her small nose stood tall. Just staring at her face looked as if she was glowing.

For a moment I forgot the fact that I was on my way to school. When I came back to my senses, the unfamiliar girl was also staring right back at me. Ah, it was rude of me to stare at her on this first impression!

Never seen her before, I wonder if she just moved in? I thought. Anyways, a girl this pretty living next door to me, I wish we get along. She looks like she is around my age too. I hope I didn’t give her any weird first impression for staring at her.

By the look of it, she does not seem to be displeased so far. With her clear eyes, she was just staring back at me. Should I greet first? It was that moment when I was about to pull my hand out for a handshake.

The girl smiled brightly and grabbed my hand. This… is so forward? I thought, then.

“Dani, we’re going to be late. Let’s go.”

“...?”

Even her voice was pretty… wait a minute!

What? I was so startled I stared at her hands, holding mine. Without any hesitation, the girl dragged me towards the elevator. Wait, What’s going on! I shook her hands off and the girl stared back with her unwavering clear eyes. I asked.

“Wait, what were you doing?”

Out of the blue she calls me by my name, even though we never met before, then drags me with her. What is she doing? However, the girl became more surprised than I was. She asked.

“What do you mean? We’re going to school!”

“That is obvious, but why am I going with you?”

“What?”

After the question, the girl made an uncomfortable face then shut her mouth. She slightly furrowed her eyebrows.

With an awkwardness in the air, I then noticed her uniform was the same as mine. Even in this dark hallway where light does not reflect well, the uniform was still so bright it would hurt your eyes. Near the chest there was even her name tag. I read her name tag in my head. It was the first time I heard this name.

Ban Yeo Ryung looked with sorrow in her eyes then slowly reached her hands out to grab mine again. Then she spoke.

“Okay, I know what you want to say, but first let’s go to school.”

What do you mean you know. ‘I have no idea what is going on right now’ is what I wanted to say, but because her eye said with much sincerity I couldn’t say anything. Looking at her gaze made me think as if I lost my memories, or it made me feel like as if I am the one playing bad jokes on her.

In silence we walked alongside with some distance between us. Even after getting off the elevator, we kept walking in silence. After walking some distance away from the apartment, the air seems to loosen up a bit. I then started to look around my surroundings.

This is a strange occurrence. In my 13 years of living in this town, I’ve never seen this kind of extravagant uniform. However, as promised, the crowd of new students were weaning this white uniform. This did not make any sense.

Without caution, male students gazed around the surroundings and suddenly walked alongside my pace. Then they stared at Ban Yeo Ryung and became stiff. I felt startled and just kept shifting my gaze side to side.

Because it was early spring, the early morning was slightly chill. The morning ray reflected on Ban Yeo Ryung’s white forehead. The lights were hanging along her round tip of her nose, and the end of her eyelashes which were slightly pointing down.

No matter how much you look at her, the fascination of her beauty did become any less. She had bit depressed looked in her face. It might be my fault. However, even her sad expression was pretty. People who are walking by us kept staring at Ban Yeo Ryung as if they are possessed. I somewhat understood that feeling.

As I stared at Ban Yeo Ryung, she suddenly stared back. Then she took a look around her surroundings and cringed a bit.

“Hey Dani.”

“Hmm?”

“Can we walk while we link our arms?”

She spoke as looked anxious and looked around the people she was surrounded by. She felt uncomfortable by the attention. The gaze of people who were walking alongside us. They were all directed towards Ban Yeo Ryung.

I was hesitant, but I placed my arms over hers. Ban Yeo Ryung then made a slight sile and linked her arms with mine and started to walk forward. I felt as I became her guardian, and it was not a bad feeling.

The distance to the school were getting closer. I somewhat remember the appearance of the school building because I went there during our class arrangements. Just like any other Middle School, it was slightly run down, but did not look too bad. It was good enough to just go to class and eat school meals. Just that kind of everyday grey school building.

It was then when I lifted my head while in my thoughts. Faraway under the blue sky, there was the school building standing tall. Huh? I furrowed my brow. I lived and grew up in this town for 13 years and I have never seen that kind of school before. The school which was 5 storeys tall looked as if there was a main building and separately an annex building. The annex building was covered with glass walls and looked as if it was a fancy department store. No way that’s a school building. However, as I walked closer to the distance, it just became more clear. The wall that surrounded the school grounds were made up clean brown bricks. Then I saw the nameplate that was at the front of the school.

Ji Jon² Middle School.

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Ji Jon (지존) (至尊) - It mean ‘the best’

[Next: Chapter 1-2]

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Title: Lukewarm bath water Summary: Kyle knows Stan can handle his emotional downswings just fine on his own, or he thought he knew that until he came home to find Stan in a tub of lukewarm bathwater still wearing his boxers. Rating: T Ships: Style past Stendy

Content warnings: Talks of depression, mental illness, and suicide.

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“Go talk to Stan, now.”

Kyle held the phone from his ear. He stared down at it for a few seconds as his brain tried to comprehend the order. He placed it back pinned between his shoulder and ear as he organized papers.

“What? Why? Stan’s sleeping. He works nights.”

Wendy groaned into the phone. “You haven’t talked to him much lately, have you?”

“No? I work days, and the last few weekends, one of us has been busy. We don’t need to talk every day to be happy together, Wendy.” Kyle hoped she could hear the eye roll in his tone. She knew he was working. Besides, Stan wasn’t her problem anymore. They broke up last year.

“Don’t start, Kyle. I’ve told you a million times I am fine with how Stan and I ended.” Wendy heaved a sigh. “Look, I didn’t want to do this, but I have to. Stan’s been texting me...”

Kyle froze, his heart skipping a beat. Stan was texting her? Well, there was nothing wrong with that, per se. As Wendy said, they were still friends, even if they were exes, but then why would Wendy call to tell him, unless…

“What was it about?”

“He’s depressed.”

Kyle scoffed. “Oh, that’s all? Why’d you worry me like that?”

“Kyle!” Wendy’s tone was full of irritation. He winced. He had misspoken.

“What? Stan gets down in the dumps every few months. It’s no big deal. He’ll call in sick for work and sleep it off.” He picked up some papers and tapped them into an orderly stack.

“You are a complete ignoramus!” Wendy shouted, making him jump. His phone fell from his shoulder to his desk with a clatter. With a swear, he picked it back up. Luckily, he hadn’t disconnected the call.

“Easy on the yelling," He told her. "Maybe when you and Stan were together, you needed to coddle him through it, but that’s not how he and I work. I give him his space to work everything out and he gives me mine. We’re a well-oiled machine like that.”

Wendy hissed a breath. “Damn, he must really love you to put up with this.”

“Put up with what?”

He heard her shuffling on the other end of the line. Thinking she might have meant to hang up on him, he went to end the call on his end, when Wendy’s voice came through.

“Kyle, please, listen to me,” Wendy spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. “Don’t take offense to this, but you are shit at emotional support. You have no skills in that category what so ever.”

Kyle nearly expressed his distinct offense but forced himself to stay quiet.

When he didn’t reply, she went on, “You have never been good at helping Stan through his emotional swings. Not when we were kids and not now. I want you to know that. Usually, it was the other way around. Stan was the one calming you down.”

“Uh-huh.” Kyle rested his chin in his hands. “So, what? Stan is a grown man. He can handle feeling sad sometimes.”

“He has a mental illness, Kyle!” Wendy snapped, exasperated. “Those aren’t as easy to work through as you think.”

“Mind over matter,” Kyle replied. “He can handle it.”

“Then why has he been texting me constantly over the past few days? I have logs and logs of chats from Stan about how he's feeling, and none of them are particularly good.” She sighed, her voice growing soft. “Kyle, Stan needs emotional support right now, and I don’t know how comfortable it would be for you if his support was me. He needs you to show you care enough to help him.”

“Of course, I care.” Kyle instantly responded. “I love him.”

She hummed in an unsure tone, which irritated Kyle to no end. He was Stan’s super best friend and his boyfriend. He knew what Stan needed better than she did, but, still, something about Stan texting Wendy about his feelings left a pit in his stomach.

“Fine.” Kyle opened his desk drawer for a file folder. “I’ll go check on him and prove to you he doesn’t need me to get over it.”

With a smile in her voice, Wendy thanked him and hung up.

Kyle rolled his eyes and pulled up Stan’s contact. He pressed to dial then held it to his ear. With any luck, Stan would answer, tell him everything was hunky-dory and Kyle wouldn’t have to leave work early.

The phone rang and rang until his voice mail picked up. Kyle held the phone away from his face with a frown. That was unusual. Stan always answered him.

Maybe he was still sleeping, so Kyle called him again, and again, all to the same result.

Running a hand through his hair, Kyle shoved his phone in his pocket before heading to tell his boss he was leaving.

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The kitchen light was on and so was the hallway leading to the bathroom, but not in the living room. Kyle wandered carefully through the maze of mismatch chairs and the couch that made up their living room furniture until he came to the kitchen.

A half-made sandwich sat on a plate surrounded by mustard, a head of lettuce, sliced ham, and an open jar of mayonnaise. The mayonnaise on the bread had turned a translucent yellow color. Kyle wrinkled his nose before quickly putting the lettuce, sliced ham, and mustard back into the refrigerator. He wasn’t sure he trusted the open mayonnaise anymore, so he just screwed the top on.

The half finished sandwich he threw away in the trash.

Setting the plate in the sink, Kyle wandered down the hallway. A light shone out from under the bathroom door.

He tapped his knuckles against the wood.

“Stan? Stan, are you in here?”

Water sloshed before Stan replied, “Kyle? What are you doing home?”

“I...No reason.” Kyle chewed his lip. “Can I come in?”

“I’m in the bath.”

“I’ve already seen everything there is to see, dude, and I did like what I saw.”

He’d hoped to get a laugh out of that, but nothing came. Ice settled in Kyle’s stomach as he reached for the knob and twisted. It was unlocked, so he wandered in.

Stan stared at him from the corner of a filled bathtub with a startled expression that reminded Kyle of a raccoon he once caught digging through the trashcans outside the back of his house. He tensed but soon relaxed back into the water.

They hadn’t seen each other much lately. Nothing more than passing each other when one was heading for work while the other was coming home. Even so, how had Kyle not noticed how run down Stan looked? His face drooped with deep bags under his eyes. Even in the bath, his hair was shiny with grease. When was the last time Stan properly shaved his face? There was an attempt made, but a very weak one. Patches of wiry black hair covered his face like poke-a-dots along his chin.

“Hey,” Kyle greeted, stepping close.

“Hey.” Stan waved at him, but there was no enthusiasm behind it. “Did you get fired?”

“No, I just didn’t feel like working.”

“That’s how you get fire, you know.”

Stan had on his boxer shorts in the tub. Why did he have on his boxer shorts in the tub?

His foot hit an empty container of dish soap. Did Stan use dish soap to make a bubble bath? Well, if he did, he did it a while ago. Not a single bubble floated along the water’s surface.

“Stan, are you ok?” Kyle's lips turned downwards.

“Me? I’m fine.” He shrugged. “Just thought I’d take a bath and relax.”

Kyle sat down on the rim of the tub and stuck his hand in. His frown deepened.

“This is lukewarm at best."

“I’ve been relaxing for a long time. You can come in if you want.” Stan sprawled out with his arms spread along the edges. He tried to flash a flirtatious smile at him, but it came out as more tired than anything else.

Kyle’s chest squeezed as Wendy’s words played back in his head. Now that he thought about it, Kyle never bothered to pay attention to Stan when he got like this. He left Stan to mope by himself since it was a pain to listen to him whine and sigh.

Now he regretted that decision.

“Stan, Wendy called me.” He reached over to set a hand on Stan’s open palm. His fingers were wrinkled terribly, another statement to how long Stan had been in there.

“Oh? Why?” He jerked his hand back into the water, resting both his palms on his boxer-covered upper thighs.

Kyle cut to the chase. “Are you having a depressive episode?”

Stan scoffed. “No. What? I’m fine, just overworked, thus the bath. This is all normal stuff, dude. Nothing to worry about.” He gestured to the water around him.

“Stan,” Kyle pointed, “you took a bath in your boxers. Normal people don’t take baths in their boxers.”

Stan flinched. “Oh. I, um, I forgot.”

Worry gripped his stomach, crushing the block of ice into sharp splinters that stabbed at his insides. Either Stan was lying to him, or Wendy was, and Wendy had no reason to lie about this.

The urge to get up and walk out of the bathroom nearly overtook Kyle. He clenched his hands into fists on his knees and curled his toes in his shoes to keep himself rooted to the spot. No, he was not going to leave Stan alone like this. Not this time. His boyfriend needed him.

“Stan, please, tell me if something is wrong,” Kyle pleaded. “I’ll listen. I’ll help. Just tell me what to do.”

Stan squirmed, lowering himself down into the water until only from his nose up peeked out. His eyes never left the wall.

He lifted his head just enough to mutter, “It’ll be fine. I’ll get over it.” He forced another smile then made a shooing motion with his hand.

Kyle chewed his lower lip then stood. “Ok, then.” He took three steps before he stopped. “No. Not ‘ok’.” He spun back around and marched over. Kicking off his shoes then pulling off his socks, Kyle stepped right into the tub, slacks, shirt, and all.

Stan shifted back, both in surprise and in an attempt to make room, when Kyle placed his hands on either side of him, boxing him in.

“Now who’s the not normal one?” Stan pinched at his wet shirt between his finger and thumb. His determined expression did not shift from Stan’s joke.

“What is wrong? How can I fix it?” Kyle demanded, leaving no room for arguments.

Stan scanned over his face then looked away. “Mental illness isn’t something you can fix, Kyle.” He murmured. “There’s no more a cure for what I have than there is for your diabetes. I know that’s frustrating for you but that’s how it is.”

“Frustrating for me?” Kyle fell back to his knees. “I’m not the one moping around in a bathtub channeling my inner prune.”

Was calling this moping a good idea? That’s what he always called it, but was he hurting Stan’s feelings when he did? He made a mental note to ask later when Stan felt a little better.

Stan laughed once, softly. “Kyle, no offense, but you have the emotional support capabilities of a rock. You want things to follow your nice, logical path, and if they don’t follow that path, you get frustrated and leave.” He held up his hand when Kyle opened his mouth to counter. “Don’t try to argue with that. I’ve been with you since we were toddlers. I know what I’m talking about.”

Kyle’s mouth snapped shut. His face burned as red as his curls.

“Am I that bad?” He asked with a wince already on his face for the answer.

“You’re not good,” Stan replied, setting a hand on his forearm, “Remember when I went through a goth phase? Your logical idea of replacing Wendy failed and you got mad about it, or in high school, when my parents got divorced again and you kind of washed your hands with me until I worked everything out?”

Kyle nearly pointed out that he had been in the right in both those situations, but stopped himself. Maybe he hadn’t been.

The first one, Kyle had to admit he might have overreacted. He’d never been broken up with before. Finding a new girlfriend seemed like a logical step, like replacing an old toy with a new one.

As for high school, well, he was going through his own problems. He didn’t want to be dragged down with Stan’s, but, looking back, maybe that was a bit of a douche move on his part to throw his hands up and walk away.

“That’s only two times,” Kyle defended.

“When I was diagnosed with Aspergers, when my grandpa passed away, Cartman’s whole deal with his anxiety disorder--”

“Hey, Cartman was using his as an excuse to be a dick.” Kyle cut in. “What you went through was different.”

“Was it?” Stan sat up a little straighter. “I’m not going to lie and say Cartman wasn’t abusing his diagnosis to get away with shit more often than not, because he totally was, but did you really see a difference between what he pulled and me? Was him ignoring everyone to be on his phone and me canceling plans because I didn't have the energy to go out all that different to you? Before now, I mean?”

He opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, before sighing. “No. Not really.”

Stan patted his arm. “Emotional support skills of a rock, my dude.”

“I’m sorry, Stan.” Kyle took his hand from his arm and squeezed it. “I shouldn’t have left you when things got hard. Best friend or boyfriend, that’s a dick move. No wonder you stopped telling me when these episodes happened.”

“It wasn’t that you left. It was that--” Stan shook his head. “It was that I thought you thought I was weak for it. I don’t want you to think I’m weak.”

“I’ve never thought you were weak,” Kyle lied. Yes, he did, and now he was kicking himself for it. Stan’s emotional downturns annoyed him and he didn’t understand them, which, yes, frustrated him, but that didn’t make Stan weak. If anything, Kyle felt weaker for not bothering to understand in the first place.

He shook himself. “Well, I’m here now, and I want to help. I’ll be your rock, but one with amazing support skills and emotional understanding.”

This got a sincere smile from Stan. “You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I do.” Kyle fixed his gazed with Stan’s, trying to impress on him that he was going to step up and be better, even if Stan didn’t want him to Stan pulled his hand away and brought his knees to his chest.

When he didn’t reply, Kyle wracked his brain for something to say or do to prove himself.

“Tell me how you're feeling.”

Would that help? Talking is supposed to make people feel better, isn’t it? Now Kyle wished he’d asked Wendy what he should do when he went to talk to Stan.

“What are you sad about?” He coaxed, “Please, tell me.”

Stan rested his chin on his knees. “I’m not sad, not really.”

“You’re depressed.”

“I have depression. That doesn’t always mean I’m sad.” Stan took a breath. “Right now, for example, it’s feeling hopeless about my life that's the problem.”

“Hopeless?” Kyle echoed. “What’s there to feel hopeless about? You’ve got a job. You’re in your twenties and have a group of close friends still. Your life is far from hopeless.”

Stan raised a shoulder in a half shrug. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t feel hopeless and like a failure. There was so much I wanted to have accomplished by now that I haven't.” He pursed his lips before slowly and quietly asking, “Do you remember that Pip kid in elementary school?”

Kyle nodded. He couldn’t recall Pip’s face, but he remembered him well enough regardless.

“He died trying to save everyone. Like a hero.” Stan shut his eyes. “I’ve been thinking I wish that it had been me. He should have lived to go on to do great things. He wouldn’t have been wasting his life like I am. I should have died, not him.”

The ice shards in his stomach reformed into a knife and stabbed at Kyle’s chest. He had to force air into his lungs, feeling a stab of pain when he did.

“Stan, are you...” He swallowed. “Are you saying you want to die?”

Stan opened his eyes. God, he looked so tired. Where was his energy? Where was his life? Why were his eyes dull and glassy like a dead fish's?

“I don’t want to die,” He whispered, as if he were scared speaking to loud would hurt. “I just don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He curled in on himself. “I’m really tired, Kyle. I won't do it, but, still, I want it to stop.”

“I don’t understand,” Kyle replied honestly. “It will stop. These episodes don’t last forever.”

“They don’t.” Stan smiled grimly. “It’s like—well think of it like this: you’re driving down the freeway and you miss your turn. You could keep driving until you near an off-ramp and turn around. That’s how you’re supposed to do it. But sometimes you can’t help but think it would be faster to drive across the grass and through the fence in between the two freeways.

“It wouldn’t take as long, even if you might damage your car or get arrested for it. You’ll probably hurt or piss off other people, too, but at least you don’t have to wait as long to get to your destination. It’s not logical or a good idea, and you know that, but the thought is still there egging you on. You just can’t help it.” Stan paused, peeking at Kyle thought his eyelashes. “Does that make sense?”

“A little, I guess.” Kyle whistled through his teeth. “Do you want to get out now? We can keep talking when I’m not, ah...” He held out his arms. Water poured off his sleeves back into the tub. “Yeah.”

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His hair still dripped, but at least Kyle had on clean, warm sweat pants and an old, comfortable shirt.

In the few moments of privacy Kyle had while Stan emptied the tub and put on his dry clothes, he quickly googled what to do to help Stan out. By some stroke of luck, he was able to find a checklist that seemed trustworthy enough to employ.

He came into their bedroom to find Stan laying on the bed in just dry boxers, his eyes shut and breathing slow. Kyle watched him. He didn't look so different now. Maybe it wasn't fully Kyle's lack of observational skills that he didn't see how bad Stan got.

“Here,” He held out the cup of apple juice, “drink this, and,” He offered a cup of yogurt, “eat this. It’ll help.”

Stan peeked open his eyes at him before pushing himself up. “Thanks.” He took the offered drink and sipped before grabbing the yogurt with his other hand. After setting the juice down, Stan put a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth then, like a hungry beast, he gobbled up the rest.

“Did you eat today?” Kyle asked.

“When I got up, I had a hot pocket, but it was a few hours ago,” Stan admitted around a mouthful of yogurt.

“I’ll cook something in a bit then,” Kyle promised as Stan set the yogurt down to retrieve the juice. According to the alarm clock, it was only four forty. Did that count as day or night? The list said something about wearing clean clothes for the day time and comfortable PJs for the night. Were Stan’s PJs even clean?

Shelving that particular list item away, Kyle sat on the bed with his arms lazily set on his knees.

“Did you take your medication today?” Kyle asked.

Stan chuckled nervously, hiding his mouth behind the glass. “Um, no. I was feeling pretty good until recently and didn’t refill my prescription.” He admitted, setting the near empty glass by the yogurt. “Oops?”

“Don’t 'oops' me.” Kyle rolled his eyes. “If I have to take pills for my blood sugar to stay stable, you have to take yours to keep your brain chemistry stable.” He looked at the clock again. “We still have time to go to the pharmacy if you get some pants on.”

If they did that, Kyle could check both ‘stretch legs’ and ‘get in clean clothes’ off the list. Stan cringed.

“But I’m comfortable.” He purposefully snuggled down. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, and I already got a friend to cover my shift tonight, so we could go together in the morning.” With a smile, Stan wrapped his arms around Kyle’s waist and lifted him, only to fall back. He buried his face in the crook of his neck.

“Let’s stay here for a while and get cozy.”

His hair was still greasy with white flecks of dandruff near his scalp. His chin hair scraped against Kyle’s skin, but Kyle didn’t mind.

The list said snuggle with a living thing. Kyle was, in fact, a living thing, so he twisted around and moved his arms to looped them around his shoulders. Stan coiled his hands into Kyle's shirt, pulling him closer and mumbling how warm he was. Kyle breathed a single laugh before setting his chin on the top of his head.

“Stan, I am sorry I didn’t try to understand your feelings.” He muttered into his ear. “I will do better, but be patient with me. Old habits die hard.”

Stan chuckled and kissed his cheek. “I know. I’ll work on making sure to tell you before things get this bad next time.” He snuggled closer and Kyle held him tighter, vowing he would become the best emotional support Stan would ever have.

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AN: I didn’t make up the list. It’s a real thing you can check out here.

Anyway, I think I’ve mentioned this on at least one of my blogs that the reason I don’t really ship style is that I don’t think Kyle can handle Stan on an emotional level, but the concept of Kyle learning how to handle him? Very fun to play around with in this circumstance.

#south park #sp style #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #stan x kyle #fanfiction #style #one-shot

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alcalavicci · 4 years

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Discussing Mr. Paracelsus, Who Are You?

daisymum: “Okay, now that I'm sitting down with the time to write something substantial, my mind draws a complete blank. (Doesn't it always work like that?)

“Anyway, I'm a big Michael Rennie fan & came across this VHS tape of mystery. The guy that found it originally picked it up at a used book sale because it was labelled as a Sherlock Holmes spoof. It's a pristine example of classic late 60s camp and a complete tour de force for Dean Stockwell. He plays a milquetoast undergrad in turn of the century Boston who gets possessed by an immortal 16th century alchemist. Horrors! Stockwell goes from being completely virginal to an out of control seducer (and sorcerer nonetheless) while vamping his way all around the town, in a blink of an eyelash. ‘He's either drunk or been smoking hashish’ is how one character describes him. (How's that for a subtle drug reference?) He kidnaps orphans & sells them into slavery! He marries his fiancee & makes a less than honest woman out of his secretary! He snows his parents & then trys to take over the board of directors at his father's life insurance company! He casts spells using various potions & other nefarious means to further him along his path of complete & total local domination! ‘It's a bit beyond the long arm of coincidence, wouldn't you say?’, is how Michael Rennie's character describes it.

“Michael Rennie himself is terrific & gets to do things you normally wouldn't associate with him, but he's very very good at it nonetheless. He plays a Sherlock Holmes-type professor with tongue firmly planted in cheek, and then later he gets to don several different disguises while spying on Our Villian. The comedic timing is dead on perfect & they obviously had a lot of fun filming it. I strongly believe it was filmed sometime between 1966-68. It's very high camp, in a good way, and Screen Gems spent some money on filming it; there are relatively elaborate sets and costumes, exploding glue factories, dangerous battles to the death, etc. A lot of work went into the production & I wonder why it was shelved. The pacing of the plot is a trifle uneven (when they try to cram in a little too much of the plot into one scene instead of spreading it out over several scenes. That's not a very good description, but if you've ever watched Lost In Space you know exactly what I'm talking about), but it's nothing out of line for what was being broadcast at the time, and could have easily been remedied. In fact, it holds up remarkably well...it's an incredible lot of fun, lo, these almost 40 years later. And like I said, the comedic timing & the overall acting both are perfect as perfect can be. I really do wonder why nothing ever came of it.

“Anyway, most of the credits are missing so not a lot is known about the production. The names on what remains of the credits are all from Screen Gems, which was in high cotton back in 1966/7, with Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, The Flying Nun, and especially The Monkees all currently in production & making them a ton of money (and a good deal of money was spent on this as well). Like I said earlier, the dialogue is straight out of Batman, and liberally peppered with drug references galore. I've been searching Variety beginning at the end of 1966 for any kind of information, but no luck yet. Harry Ackerman, the producer, was mentioned several times as one whose fortunes were on the rise, and the pilot viewing season for the network executives had ended in March of 1967, and there's no mention of it there either. So maybe it's from the Summer of '67, perhaps? Does anyone know what Dean S. was up to in the Summer of Love? His hair on the tape is a little long (think Victorian mod), so maybe it does date from somewhere around then? What do you guys think?”

daisymum: “Anyway, if you like Dean Stockwell, you're going to LOVE this. He's prominently featured in the entire thing & spends his time possessed for the most part. He sashays his way around the sets, kind of like a vampish Ellis Dee from The Producers, I kid you not. He pulls it off, though, & the whole thing is really fun to watch.”

Jill: “Well, I have just had the privilege of watching Dean in the tape of 'Professor Queed' and what a treat it was! (thanks, daisymum!). Dean hams it up outrageously in Top Hat and a Cape -- I swear, I haven't seen him act up like this in anything else other than Quantum Leap – and I've seen a lot of Dean in a lot of stuff. In fact, it's a bit disconcerting -- there is all of the comedy schtick from his turn on QL, but in a very young and agile man's body, as he leaps and twirls all over the place. This is not the cool demeanor of Wilbur Whately of Dunwich Horror (which is another over-the-top performance, but not purposefully comedic), nor even the weirdness of the Werewolf of Washington. This is more like "Dave" in Psych-Out. If that director had told Dean Stockwell and Jack Nicholson to REALLY play their parts in Psych-Out for maximum goofiness -- well, then, 'Professor Queed' might have been the result -- provided, of course, that we change Haight-Ashbury into Edwardian times.

“And the dating of this film, which looks very much like an unaired TV pilot, as daisymum said previously, is truly a mystery. Because – Dean supposedly wasn't acting for 3 years (in some interviews, he even says 5.....). And yet, 1966-67 really seems to be the date of this show. Daisymum is thinking late 1966, and I think she's more right than she is wrong.

“1965 is too early, because this isn't the Dean Stockwell of Rapture. Besides, his hair is a bit too long in the back in 'Professor Queed.' Not a lot, but the waves are there at the nape of the neck. His face is very much like 'Dave' in Psych-Out (1968), though not much like the 1968 photo we have of Dean from a UK television show of '68 (where he has a mustache and sideburns). I COULD say it's 1968, like I originally thought........but the film quality itself says earlier than that. It just doesn't look like a 1968 TV pilot to me.........it looks a tad bit older than that.

“Okay, here are my clues, Daisymum (and the rest of you can play along, too). One BIG thing I noticed..........the sound effect when Dean performed 'magic' was the same as when Samantha twitched her nose on 'Bewitched.' And this was produced by the same person, I believe? (Harry Ackerman). So we're at Screen Gems, on ABC. Bewitched first broadcast in color during the 1966-67 season.

“A young Juliet Mills is in the cast. I didn't know if she made TV appearances before 'Nanny & The Professor' of 1970, but upon looking her up at IMDb.com, I noticed she started doing American TV appearances in 1965.

“When I was watching this film, I felt that it was influenced by 'The Great Race' (1965) and 'Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines' (also 1965). I definitely see the villain of The Great Race (Jack Lemmon) in Dean Stockwell's performance. Since it always takes TV a year or two to get on the bandwagon of a popular trend, that would put this Edwardian pilot in 1966 or 1967 (with a nod to other popular Edwardian films of that decade - 'My Fair Lady' -1964, and 'Mary Poppins').

“What this means to my 'timeline' of Dean's life...........well, it could mean that Dean had not completely 'dropped out' of acting for 3 years, as is often claimed. And this performance was much more than just 'making money to put groceries on the table.' This pilot required a lot of effort on Dean's part.

“By the way, as much as I like it, I can also see why this pilot didn't sell. The campiness isn't crazy enough to be laugh-out-loud funny, but if you take it seriously it will make you shake your head and go "huh?" In fact, I need to watch this film several times before I truly understand the story -- and even then, I'm not sure I'll completely get it. Also, Dean was the 'guest star,' so I assume the series was meant to showcase Michael Rennie, not Dean. But Dean is in the film so much, that it ends up being about his over-the-top insanely portrayed character, and you can't sell a series on that much weirdness from a guest star. I don't think.”

[Me: For what it’s worth, I’ve narrowed down the timing for the filming of this to the first half of 1966.]

#stockwell sassies

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sakichi56 · 6 years

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LawLicht Week Day 5:

“Hyde, I will be busy giving the angel in training some piano lessons, so make sure you don't bother us.”

“Sure thing angel-chan. I'll behave.”

The dark haired teen narrowed his eyes even more than normal, if possible, as if he didn't believe his partner for a second. But in the end, all he said was “You better.” and then walked away.

Of course, Hyde would try to behave, but there was no guarantee. He wasn't one to follow the rules. It was in his name after, Lawless, to be without law. So if he wanted to go interrupt Mahiru and Licht while they were playing the piano, then he would.

However, he didn't want to upset Licht. Perhaps he would go out there to check on them under the guise of being out there to get a drink. Yes, that could work.

Deciding to give them 10 minutes, before he barged out there, Hyde laid back on the bed, contemplating his plan of action. I can't continuously go out there for a drink, Licht will know what I'm doing. Maybe for a snack later, and while I'm out getting a snack, I can lay something down and go back out even later saying that I'm looking for it. Yeah, yeah that's good.

After the 10 minutes were up, the vampire stood and bounded out of the room, and headed toward the kitchen. The first thing he noticed when he walked through the main room to get to the kitchen, was how close the two males were sitting.

They were pressed shoulder to shoulder, as Licht pointed at things and explained what they were. And Hyde did not like it. He couldn't fault the teen on it though, so he just took a deep breathe, sighed it out, and went on to get his beverage.

As soon as he heard the footsteps getting further, Licht threw a glare over his shoulder. He wasn't sure what the hedgehog was up to, but knowing Hyde, it couldn't be anything good. The young pianist shook his head and turned his attention back to the brunet beside him.

“Okay, now, do I need to teach you what the bars mean?”

The immortal being spent a good long while in the kitchen, making his double espresso as slowly as possible, just to give himself an excuse to be shamelessly watching his lover through the doorway.

It was ridiculous that Hyde could get so upset over this. It's not like Mahiru was going to take Licht from him. Mahiru didn't even like Licht that much. And besides, Mahiru was dating his older Kuro. And the two seemed more than happy together. So this whole thing was just insane.

But he couldn't help it. He didn't like how close they were, or how Licht was giving the other boy his undivided attention. All because he was this ‘angel in training’. What if Hyde said he wanted Licht to teach him the piano? Would Licht act like this with him? Would he even agree to it?

Briefly, he considered storming out there and insisting that he wanted piano lessons too, and that Licht should teach them both at the same time. But that would only result in him getting yelled at and kicked around for interrupting.

Another loud sigh, escaped his lips as he grabbed his favorite drink, and headed back to his room. Completely unaware of the fact that his Eve had heard him sighing twice, and was starting to get irritated.

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After having finished his drink and waiting half an hour in his room on his phone, the blond decided that it was time to check in on them once more.

He quickly padded his way back out to the kitchen and made himself a ham and cheese sandwich, all the while keeping a keen eye on his lover's back. Dismissively, he placed his phone on the countertop, so he would have an excuse to come back out here later, as Licht never told him how long the two would be at it.

Once his sandwich was done, he walked over to the door frame to lean on it and eat his sandwich, what he saw, almost made him drop the food all together, plate and everything. instead he settled for nearly ripping his hair out with his free hand.

Licht was sitting behind the younger Eve, hands on top of his as he guided him through the motions of a beginner's song called “when the saints go marching in”. His chest was pressed to the other boy’s back! That was entirely too close! Was he TRYING to make him mad?!

No, no. Licht wouldn't do that. He takes his music very seriously. And he has never had many friends, so he probably just doesn't see a problem with this. Yeah, yeah that's all it is. He probably just told Mahiru there was an easier way to show him how to play and the darn simple loving kid probably agreed. Nothing bad is happening. I'm just overreacting.

The oldest male in the room, took another deep inhale of oxygen and released it in a long, grounding exhale. He then ate his sandwich in silence, watching the two teenagers like a hawk. He suddenly felt less like a boyfriend, and more like an overprotective father who would make excuses to check on his daughter whenever she had a boy over to study.

Shortly after this revelation, the sandwich was gone, and Hyde had wandered back to his room once more.

“Umm, Licht-san, is me being here bad? Lawless seems a bit on edge.”

“No, just ignore him. He's just being a brat. If we ignore him for long enough, he may just give up and stay in there.”

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I'm just being paranoid. There is no reason to be upset. But, I mean, how much worse could this get?! They're already pressed as closely together as two people can be! There is no way for this to go any further south. It's fine. I'm fine. Licht and I are fine.

The red eyed immortal took a few more calming breaths and gave the two other males a few minutes reprieve, before he stalked back out to grab his phone.

That, was it. He was going to explode! Rationality be damned! Licht was now, not only sitting with the boy pressed against his chest, but he was being way too nice to the kid now too!

“That's right. Good job angel in training, you only messed up 3 notes that time.” Spoke the tutor as he patted the boy on the head.

“Ah, thanks Licht-san. I couldn't do it without you though!” Said the student as he turned and gave the older boy a bright smile. To which, the teacher gave a very slight upturn of the lip back.

Arrgghh!!! That's it!!! I can't take it anymore! I have to say something!

Just as he was about to March over and give the two a piece of his mind, there was a soft, lazy knock on the door that the two in the main room didn't seem to hear. Giving an intentionally loud and aggravated sigh, the Servamp walked over and yanked the door open, only to be met with a black cat pushing his way inside. Once inside, he shut the door and changed back.

“I'm here to pick up Mahiru. I woke up to find I was home alone and saw a note that said he would be here with the violent angel.”

“Ah, nii-san. Thank goodness! You won't believe how out Eve’s are acting! It's shameful!”

Kuro tilted his head and lazily meandered his way into the main room, Lawless trailing after him.

The two Eve’s were still seated in the position that Hyde had found them in earlier. And while it infuriated him, his brother didn't seem to care at all. He just blinked. As if this didn't matter!

“See?! Look at them! They're dating us and yet they look like they're dating each other right now!”

“So? Just cuz they're sitting like that, doesn't mean anything is going on. Mahiru is too innocent for that. They're just friends Hyde. Besides,” He said as a loving smile took its place on his lips. “I trust him. And I know he would never betray me.”

“You really have that much faith in him? You trust him that much? You don't think, for even a second, that he won't turn around marry someone else all of a sudden for some stupid reason?!”

“I do. With my life. And no, he would never do that to me. Mahiru’s not that kind of guy. And Licht's not either. If he didn't want to be with you, he would tell you upfront. So relax a bit. Hey, Mahiru.”

Upon hearing the bored drawl of his boyfriend, Mahiru's head spun around and a huge sunny smile shot across his face.

“Kuro! You came to get me!” Exclaimed the brunet, as he shot up and raced over to throw himself into the bluenette’s arms.

“Yeah, I woke up alone and without breakfast. And we're out of instant ramen. So I had to come get you so you could feed me.”

“Ugh! Kuro!” He gave the Servamp a light punch in the shoulder, causing a lazy smirk to appear on the taller male’s face.

“I’ve gotta go now Licht-san, but thank you so much for today. I had a lot of fun, and I really learned a lot. Bye!”

And with that the Sloth pair left, a black cat on the brunet’s shoulder, nuzzling against his neck. As soon as the door shut, all hell broke loose.

“What the hell was that?!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You two were all over each other! And he said he had ‘fun’ and he ‘learned a lot’ what exactly was happening out here?!”

The dark haired male stood, faced his boyfriend, and crossed his arms.

“Hmph, you should know shit rat, you've been out here plenty, and you have eyes. You should be able to tell. What was the excuse this time?”

“W-what?”

“The bathroom? Or were you just winging it? Decided you’d come out here without an excuse, huh?”

“I-I left my phone in the kitchen while I was making my sandwich…”

The boy scoffed. “Intentionally, I bet.”

He couldn’t come up with a rebuttal, he had him there.

“Look shit rat, you can either cut the crap and just tell me what's going on with you, or we can drop this whole charade all together and you will get no answer.”

The vampire bit his lip. He usually didn't mind whenever Licht won one of their spats, but this time it really bothered him how easily the boy had cornered him and turned this whole thing around on him.

“Fine! I'm jealous okay?! You're my boyfriend and yet you were all close and touchy and nice to my brother's Eve!” For some unknown reason, Licht smirked.

“Oh? I thought you liked a challenge rat. You've never complained before about me not being nice to you. And you say you're upset that I was spending all that time being close to Mahiru, and yet you're not even the Servamp of Envy. You are Greed.”

“Sh-shut up! It's just, it makes me think that, sometimes, you actually don't like me. And I'm entitled to feel jealous! It's part of being greedy! I see something and I want it! And I wanted you attention! So there!”

Suddenly, Licht lowered his arms, his face carrying a serious look, smirk gone, and walked toward Hyde. The blond thought that perhaps he had struck a nerve and they were going to actually fight. But instead, the teen reached out and yanked on his tie. Pulling him forward and smashing their lips together.

His first reaction was to blink owlishly, as he wasn't entirely sure what was happening or what to do. But shortly after, he melted, allowing himself to hum in enjoyment. Not even a second later, the angel pulled back, smirk instantly returning. Hyde blushed.

“I know Hyde. I knew the whole time that you were jealous, it was a bit unwarranted, but you are entitled to feel whatever you want. I just wanted you to admit to it and realize that it's not a bad thing to fess up to it. Now, do you still think I hate you even though I'm dating you? Or are you done being stupid?”

“N-no, not really. You wouldn't have kissed me like that if you hated me. W-wait a minute! You knew?! So you WERE doing all that on purpose! That's so mean Lich-tan! I can't believe you!” He whined.

Licht rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands in his pockets, clearly done with this whole conversation. Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn't kicked him yet. “Stupid rat, don't accuse an angel of something so evil.”

“But you're not denying it! Lich-tannnnn. How could you! And I was so good too! I didn't interrupt you once. Don't I get some kind of reward?” The pianist turned away, walking off to the bedroom, scoffing as he did so.

“Yeah right, if that's what you call good, then it's no wonder you're a demon. You were practically breathing down our necks the whole time. Checking in like an overprotective father. Or, an incredibly jealous boyfriend.”

For a second, Hyde could have sworn that was mirth he heard in the teen’s voice. Rushing after him, he called him out on it.

“You're enjoying this aren't you? Are you sure you're not the demon in this relationship angel-chan? You are so mean!”

As soon as he finished his sentence, the teen stopped dead in his tracks and turned a fire filled glare on his blond lover.

“How dare you. And after I kissed you like that to make you feel better. You can consider that kiss your compensation for being jealous all afternoon, because I'm an angel, I am nice, and don't forget it shit rat.”

“Right. You're right. You're an angel. Wait. Does that mean anytime I'm jealous I get a kiss like that? If I say I'm still jealous, do I get another one?”

Smirk sliding onto his feature, quickly replacing his upset and shaken look. Licht gave a small groan and shook his head, continuing on to their bedroom, followed closely by Hyde.

“You're deplorable. Go to bed Hyde.”

“No way angel cakes! That was really hot earlier! The way you kissed me like that. I want another! You aren't going to leave your poor, adorable pet hedgehog so distraught, are you?”

“Distraught my ass! You're fine!”

“Nooooo!!! I'm super depressed Lich-tan! You have to kiss me better!”

“Get off right now or else rat!”

The blond laughed, Licht was clearly in a good mood today, so that meant that, despite his threat, Hyde could get away with his actions. So the vampire's response was to throw his arms and legs around the teen, snuggling closer to him on their bed, causing the angel to blush profusely.

“Nevermind angel-chan. This will do just fine. I don't need that second kiss after all, since it embarrasses you so much.” He exclaimed as he nuzzled the boy’s cheek with his own. “You're such an ass...” Muttered the teen.

“Maybe, but I'm your ass!” Chirped the blond.

“Yes, you are. And I love you, despite how much you piss me off rat.”

“Aww, angel baby! I love you too!”

The two laid silently, which was a miracle for the ever loud Servamp of Greed. But eventually, the energetic blond let out a yawn, slowly losing himself to slumber and inadvertently loosening his hold. Licht chose this opportunity to slip an arm out and wrap it around the other male, pulling him to his chest. Instantly shocking the immortal out of his sleepy state.

“Lich-ta-” He started, in his normally loud voice, only being stopped by the raven placing his hand over his mouth and shushing him.

"Speak low, if you speak love."

The blonds eyes widened for a second, but sluggishly closed them as a smile spread across his face and Licht removed his hand.

“Sorry I got so jealous Lich-tan.” He whispered

“It's okay shit rat.”

“No, it's not, it made it was unfair to you.”

“It's know you've got some trust issues from your past, I don't mind. Now go to sleep. Really. It's fine.”

There was a beat of silence as they both closed their eyes.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The smile on the Servamp’s face widened, as a small one formed on his Eve’s face to match him. “Goodnight Lich-tan, sleep well.” He muttered.

“Goodnight Hyde.” He got softly whispered back. And then all was silent, as the two slipped into a peaceful and happy slumber.

THE END

#LawLicht Week 2018 #Day 5 #licht jekylland todoroki #Lawless/Hyde #Servamp #Piano lessons for Mahiru #Hyde is jealous #Fanfiction #kuro/sleepy ash #mahiru shirota

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dialovers-translations · 4 years

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Diabolik Twitter ー Shin Tsukinami [2017 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Shin Tsukinami (@DiaLoverShinT) in 2017.

Shuu l Reiji l Ayato l Kanato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Kino

January 4, 2017

> The Wolf familiars are running around outside

> They sure have a lot of energy despite the cold

> Come to think of it, we’ve almost gone through our stock of cured ham...

> But I don’t want to leave the house with this weather

> I’ll pretend not to have noticed and go for a second nap

January 20, 2017

> Nii-san reached out to me to go for a walk

> I wonder if we’re in for a miracle...

January 23, 2017

> Under the guise of inspecting the human world, Nii-san dragged me from one place to another over the weekend

> Well, I’m happy to see Nii-san this motivated but...He made me buy him a lot of paintings so he could study human culture

> Is this really necessary...?

February 13, 2017

> Those Sakamaki Vampires have been lurking around our manor this whole time

> That’s...Laito?

> Why does that bastard of a Vampire have a picture of Nii-san smiling!?

> If that photo is made public, his dignity as a Founder will be in danger...

> I had to put down a lot of money...But I’m glad we somehow came to an agreement

February 14, 2017

> I went to inspect the Mukami’s place for the first time in a while

> I was surprised to find a mountain of chocolates in their garden

> Having an idol amongst your siblings is that much of a hassle, huh?

> I’m truly glad Nii-san isn’t an idol...

February 16, 2017

> Ahー So noisy

> As of late, the amount of different families visiting us has increased even more

> Nii-san’s partially to blame as well, he should just force them out

> The other families should simply bow their heads in front of our overwhelming strength

> We are First Bloods. We are the true rulers

March 3, 2017

> Uwah. Those Vampires are doing something weird

> I’m glad my Nii-san is normal at least

> Nii-san...? (@Carla)

> What has gotten into him, he suddenly tweeted his words of love?

> As to be expected of Nii-san! You really are fitting to be the King of the First Bloods!

RT @DialoverCarlaT: If even those lowly Vampires can so easily whisper their words of love, then there is no way that us Founders would not be able to accomplish such an easy feat. Being a Founder means that you always have to be a victor, regardless of the time and circumstances.

> I have to show those stupid Vampires the greatness of a Founder as well

> Hey, you want to hear my love confession as well, right?

> Try telling me you love me until I’m satisfied. In that case, I don’t mind paying a visit to your room tonight.

> Nii-san, did you see? I did it. (@Carla)

March 14, 2017

> Kanato’s been making a fuss at our door. Asking to open the door ‘cause he brought some cookies

> Won’t he just leave already? Us Founders don’t have the time to waste on Vampires

> I’ll block him

> Fine! I just have to eat them, right!? (@Kanato)

> Who is your master?

> Me, right? If you understand then hurry up and come over here. I’ll mess with you till you lose consciousness

April 17, 2017

> Today was horrible because those Vampires forced me to buy their Takoyaki

> However, I’m glad Nii-san seemed to like them, surprisingly

> I didn’t expect he’d even eat my share

> Human food might actually be to Nii-san’s liking...?

April 26, 2017

> Nii-san let me practice my swordsmanship for the first time in a while

> That being said, I was no match for him. Nii-san is amazing after all

> He said he wants to eat Serrano ham, so I’ll go buy some right now

May 23, 2017

> I crossed paths with an extremely happy Laito

> That’s the face of a guy who is plotting something

> I have a bad feeling ‘bout this so I’ll head home straight away

> I’m surprised

> I spoke before thinking and said they are doing it wrong but...This has to be one of Laito’s evil schemes, right?

> Although I can’t call it a scheme at this point...So I guess I’ll do it as well...

> I’m not particularly expecting sweetness from you...but that isn’t bad either. Make sure to please me again next time as well. #LoveLetterDay

> Honey roasted peanuts

> I’ve gotten addicted to them as of late

> ...I’ll go look for a store whose cured ham Nii-san has yet to try, I suppose

June 16, 2017

> I went through hell. Why was it that crowded?

> They’re holding this ‘Bridal Fair’ thing. Offering a high-quality full course meal for free...Isn’t that being a little too generous?

> This is bad, I can’t find Nii-san

July 14, 2017

> Lately it’s been way too humid

> Per request of Nii-san, I went to get some bamboo

> He told me he wants to try this nagashi somen thing

--> Nagashi soumen are fine, white noodles which are eaten off a water slide (usually made from a bamboo stalk cut in half). The noodles flow in the water and you are supposed to quickly snatch them with your chopsticks. It’s a popular summer activity to enjoy with the whole family.

> I wonder if Nii-san will swap places with me at some point

> If not, I won’t get any of the noodles...

> Nii-san looks happy which is all that matters

July 26, 2017

> Your room’s completely empty, where have you gone?

> You haven’t told me anything about that though

> So you think it’s okay to just leave without my permission?

> Hurry back

> If you don’t listen to what I say...You’ll be in a world of pain

> I wonder what I should do to make sure you don’t go somewhere of your own accord

> Guess I have no other choice but to tie you to the bed, keeping you busy from day to night

> In that case, you’d no longer be able to get away, right?

> Honestly, making me do all this extra work, you sure are lucky for a human

> However...It’s only natural to look after your own belongings

> I’ll let you go for a walk every once in a while, and feed you as well

> So you don’t break, you see

August 17, 2017

> I wonder where Nii-san went?

> I’m sure he’ll blame me for the fact we got separated...

> I can take a little detour, right?

> I got scolded after all

> Through the mic even

> I guess I went too far when I burst onto the stage

> Oh well, the artists just went along with it and lifted me into the air

> That being said, why was Nii-san at the DJ booth...?

September 6, 2017

> Nii-san is acting odd

> When we ran into each other in the hallway, he cleared the way for me...

> He has never done that before, what is going on!?

> I don’t mind if he just did it on a whim but...Don’t tell me he no longer sees me as a younger brother and will treat me as a stranger...!

September 27, 2017

> I heard a loud sound while passing by so when I looked around, the plates were shattered

> I can’t believe this

> No way you can make this mess and remain calm and collected...

> If you want to make a mess, why not trash your own room?

> Ahー Come on, I can’t watch this any longer!

> I’m exhausted...

> It pissed me off so I made everytihng look spick and span

> As a Founder, I can’t slip up no matter what I do

> I feel irritable, so I’ll go snack on some nuts

November 16, 2017

> Today’s the perfect opportunity to crush those Vampires

> I’ll teach them that us First Bloods are the strongest by having them experience the bitter taste of defeat

> Nii-san, hold up. Where are you right now? Let me explain to you what the obstacle race is about first (@Carla)

December 25, 2017

> I wonder if Nii-san is still half asleep...

> No matter what his Father might have told him, in the end it’s still just a dream, right?

> But once he’s like this, I doubt I’ll be able to stop him

> Wait, this onesie...

> I have a really bad feeling about this

> We finally finished handing them all out...

> We could have just given those guys whatever, but he said ‘The things prepared by us Founders should not be lacking’...

> I guess it’d be annoying if we were to get ridiculed for handing out weird gifts

> They’re scarfs from Nii-san’s favorite brand and the two of us picked them out with the utmost of care, so they can’t complain, right?

> ...Anyway, I’m never wearing a reindeer onesie again

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers translation #twitter #shin2017

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Prompt: "It reminded me of you."

Bucky stared at the small stuffed rabbit through the display window. It had splotchy black and white fur, and droopy ears. It was wearing a little work belt, and had a pair of goggles on its head, pushed up above its eyes. In its hand, it held a small plastic screwdriver. Its eyes seemed glimmer with determination. He couldn't stop staring at it. Almost without really thinking about it, he walked into the store, and up to the counter. "One moment, sir." The girl behind the counter said with a smile as she dashed over to the phone and answered it. Bucky looked around as he waited, amazed at all the toys all over the place. There were tons of them, and of so many different types. On the shelf right next to the counter, there were a whole set of small avengers toys. He blinked in surprise, and reached over and picked up a small Winter Soldier toy. This didn't make sense. He was a murderer, not an Avenger. It must have been a mistake. Frowning slightly, he placed the small Soldier back onto the shelf, right beside Iron Man. "Sorry about that, sir." The girl said, coming back over to the counter in front of Bucky again. "My name's Stacy. How can I help you today?" "Uh, I wanted to get the rabbit in the window? The one with the goggles." Bucky said. Stacy grinned. "Just give me a second to go grab it, okay?" "Sure." Stacy ducked under the part of the counter that lifted up, and dashed over to the display window. It seemed she wasn't really the type of person who did anything half-heartedly. A moment later, Stacy ducked back under the counter, and placed the small stuffed rabbit down beside her till. "Will that be all, sir?" She asked politely, a grin still on her face. "Uhm..." Bucky glanced down at the rabbit, and then nodded. "Yes, please." "Alright, your total is," She said, pressing some keys on her keyboard, "Eighteen-fifty-two. How would you like to pay?" "Oh, uh," Bucky grabbed his wallet from his pocket, pulling out a twenty dollar bill. "Cash?" "Okie dokie!" Stacy took the twenty, popped open her till, and stuck it in. She counted out his change, and then closed the till, and held out her hand to him. "One-forty-eight is your change. Would you like a gift bag?" "Sure." Stacy reached under the counter and pulled out a small gift bag, before sliding the small rabbit into it, and holding out the handles for Bucky to take. "Thanks." "Your welcome. Have a nice day!" "You too." Bucky replied, walking back to the door. He was just about to push the door open, when something else caught his eye. He sidestepped over to it, and picked it up. It was another stuffed rabbit, but this one seemed to be part robot. It had soft brown fur, and droopy ears, but one of its arms was made of a different type of fabric. It was shiny, and more rough than the rabbit's fur. Something about it pulled at his heart, and he found that he couldn't make himself put it back down. Frowning slightly, he walked back to the counter. Stacy looked up and smiled at him again. "Forget something?" "Sorry." Bucky muttered. "I want this one too, please." Stacy took the little rabbit from Bucky's hand, and brushed its ears back. "This is another good choice, sir." She said, placing it gently on the countertop. "Will that be all?" "Yes, thanks." "Your total this time is," She tapped at her keyboard for a second, before looking back up at Bucky. "Fifteen-eighty-six. Cash again?" "Yeah." Bucky pulled out his wallet again, and handed over another twenty. She put the money in the cash register, and counted out his change again. "Your change is four dollars and four cents." "Thanks, again." "Not a problem, sir." Stacy said, with a softer smile. "Would you like a gift bag for this little guy, too?" "Sure." "Here you go, sir." Stacy said, holding out the bag. Bucky took it, and said, "Thanks again." "You're welcome, again." Stacy said. "Have a nice day." "You too." Bucky replied, this time managing to make it out the door. ~~~~~~~ Bucky hesitated at the bottom of the stairs to Tony's workshop. He held the two bags in his left hand, his grip tightening, and then loosening, around the handles. He was about to turn around and go back upstairs when JARVIS spoke. "Mister Barnes, are you alright?" "Huh? Yeah, I'm good." Bucky answered. "Why?" "Well, you have been standing in the same spot, on the last step, for the past seven minutes." JARVIS responded. If he had a corporeal form, Bucky was sure he'd have a cocked eyebrow right now. "I'm just, uh, debating." Bucky said softly. Then, a little louder, "Is Tony busy?" "Sir is currently working on an improved version of Black Widow's Widow Bites." JARVIS said. "Although," He continued, as Bucky's shoulders slumped slightly. "He could do with a break. He has been working for the past thirty-seven hours." Bucky frowned. "Has he eaten recently?" "Sir had a protein-rich smoothie five hours ago. Other than that, Sir has not eaten in twenty-six hours." "That self-destructive idiot," Bucky muttered, spinning on his heel and marching back up the stairs to the communal kitchen. He spent the next twelve minutes making six sandwiches, and a bowl of assorted fruit. He put the plate of sandwiches, and the bowl of fruit on a tray, along with two glasses of orange juice. Then he picked up his two gift bags, and the tray, and marched back down to Tony's workshop. As he approached the door, JARVIS swung it open, letting it swing shut once Bucky had gone through. Bucky paused just inside the door, and stared at Tony. He was wearing an old muscle shirt, which was covered in small smears of what could be either grease, or oil, or even something else. His jeans weren't much better off, although there was the added fraying around the ankles and knees. Tony's hair was defying gravity again, with the way it was sticking up, as if Tony had been continuously running his hands through it. His feet were bare, and his hands were encased in thin welding gloves, of Tony's own design. His eyes were covered by goggles, which looked similar to the one's the stuffed rabbit was wearing. He was mumbling to JARVIS as he worked. "Hey, Tony," Bucky called softly, trying not to spook the genius. Tony jumped, nearly dropping the blow torch in his hand. "Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed, scrambling to catch the torch, and then shutting it off. "Little warning next time, James!" "Sorry," Bucky said. "I just thought I'd bring dinner down to share with you. I wanted some company." He explained, glancing down at the tray in his hands. "Oh, okay." Tony said, putting the torch down on the table he was at, and spinning in his chair so he faced Bucky head on. "Come on over then, Buckaroo." Bucky smiled softly, then stalked over to the table beside the one Tony had been working at. He placed the tray down carefully, trying not to knock anything off the table. "Whatcha got?" Tony asked, wheeling his chair over, as Bucky sat on the stool already there. "Two turkey bacon club sandwiches, two ham and cheese, and two BLT sandwiches. A bowl of mixed fruit, and two glasses of O.J." Bucky said. Tony slowly looked up at him, his eyebrows scrunched up. "Why so much? Is someone else joining us?" "No." Bucky said, starting to feel stupid for making so much. "JARVIS said you haven't eaten anything in awhile." He mumbled. "I just thought you'd be hungry." Tony frowned, looking back at the sandwiches. "You don't have to eat them!" Bucky said suddenly. "I can bring them upstairs to the team if you don't wanna eat them." "What? No!" Tony said, glaring at Bucky now. "I'll eat them. Sheesh." He picked up one of the ham and cheese sandwiches and took a huge bite, continuing to glare at Bucky, as if daring him to make another comment. Bucky stared at Tony as he ate his first sandwich without letting up on the glare a bit. As Tony took another huge bite, Bucky couldn't help the small snort that slipped out. Tony's eyes widened, and flicked from Bucky's eyes, to his mouth, then back to his eyes, before Tony gave an exaggerated pout. He swallowed the last of his sandwich and went back to pouting at Bucky. "I can't believe you just laughed at me. That's so mean, James." "It's kinda hard not to laugh at you, Tony." Bucky said, smiling at the genius. "You're pretty funny." "Well...I guess." Tony said slowly. "I would rather be funny than depressing." "You're succeeding at that, then." Bucky said. He grabbed a BLT and practically inhaled it, he ate it so fast. BEfore he'd even finished swallowing the last bite, Bucky had already grabbed his second sandwich. He ate that one only marginally slower than he ate the first sandwich. When he noticed Tony staring at him with wide eyes as he slowly chewed on his secod sandwich, Bucky sad, "What? I haven't eaten all day either." "You shouldn't do that, Buckarooster." Tony said. "It's not healthy." "Says the guy who has only had a protein-rich smoothie in the past twenty-six hours." Bucky muttered. Tony gasped. "JARVIS! Have you been tattling on me?" "I would never betray your trust like that, Sir." JARVIS replied. "However, Mister Barnes seemed like he required company, so I simply mentioned you required sustenance." "Fine." Tony murmured. "You can do that." "So, I was wandering the city," Bucky started, after Tony had picked up his third sandwich. "And I found this cool store, and I got you something." He said, tapping his left hand against his knee nervously. "You didn't have to get me anything." Tony said. "I did, though." Bucky said. "I physically couldn't not buy them. It made me feel weird, the thought of leaving them." "Oh, okay." Tony murmured. "Your don't have to accept them." Bucky said. "No, gimme." Tony said, holding out his hands and pinching his fingers together in a 'gimme, gimme' gesture. Bucky hesitated a few seconds more, before grabbing the bags and handing them over to Tony. Tony took the bags, and set them on the table. "Does it matter which one I open first?" He asked, glancing over at Bucky. "Open the red bag first." Bucky said after a moment's consideration. "'Kay," Tony said, grabbing the red bag. He placed it in his lap, and reached down into it, pulling the small black and white rabbit out. He lifted it up and turned it around to examine all of it. "It, uh, it reminded me of you." Bucky said, still tapping at his knee. "What?" tony asked, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Really?" "Yeah." Bucky said. "Like, look at his little tool belt. And that screwdriver? So you. I mean, even it's fur alone reminds me of you. He looks like he's covered in grease, just like you." Tony looked back at the rabbit, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. "It kinda does, doesn't it?" He murmured, running his hands gently over the fur. "From now until the end of time, and then after that, he shall be known as Tonton." Bucky snorted. "Why?" "Cause he's clearly a mini-me, but if I call him Tony, it'll get confusing. And Tonton is what my best friend used to call me when we were little." "Okay, fair enough." Bucky said, relaxing a bit. "Open the other one." "Okay ,okay. Bossy." Tony said, bumping his knee against Bucky's as he put Tonton down carefully, and picked up the other bag. He reached inside and pulled out the other rabbit. "It's you!" He said, grinning happily. "Now Tonton can have you as his best friend." "It's a cyborg bunny though." Bucky said. "Not a Bucky bunny." "Uh, no." Tony said. "It is clearly a Bucky bunny. Like, one hundred percent." Tony ran his fingers over the 'metal' arm of the rabbit, his grin turning more soft as he stared at it. "I shall call him Buncky." "What?" Bucky asked after a moment, ignoring the way his heart was beating from the beautiful look on Tony's face as he stared at the 'Bucky' bunny. "Buncky." Tony repeated. "Cause he's a bunny, so Bun-, and he's a you, so -cky. Put 'em together, and you get Buncky." Bucky stared at him for a long moment, before he broke out in laughter. "That's so bad!" He said, covering his mouth. "It's awesome. It suits him."

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obsessed-withthe-hales · 7 years

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The Kids Are Alright (Part 7)

Summary: Stiles is a single dad just trying to raise his little girl right. You’re a single mom in a new town doing your best to stay up with a rambunctious toddler. When your kids become friends on the first day of kindergarten, where will it lead you and Stiles?

Author’s Note: Got this done a little sooner than planned and it’s a little short, but here you go! It is loaded down with fluff and cute parenting moments, so I really hope you like it. I’m honestly not so sure how I feel about this part, so PLEASE send me some feedback! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Language; some adult talk (if ya know what I mean *wink*); mega sappy fluff; feels

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Need to catch up? You can read all the previous parts here!

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Christmas, One Year Later

“Momma, d’you think Stiles will like my present?” Henry asked, practically bouncing off the walls with excitement as he helped me gather up the gifts by the front door. I chuckled while nodding, ruffling his soft hair.

“I’m sure he’ll love it, kiddo,” I assured him. “Now, is your bag all packed?”

“Yupp!”

“Alright, why don’t you get your boots and coat on while I grab something to carry these in, hm?” Smiling down at my 6-year-old, I watched him nod definitively before marching to the shoe rack.

I loaded all the gifts that still needed to be transported the best I could into large garbage bags, then went to double check Henry and I’s overnight bags. We were heading over to the Stilinski’s for Christmas, deciding that it would be easier to wake up all together on Christmas morning instead of one of us having to load up and travel on the holiday.

It was a very family-like thing to do, spend the night on Christmas Eve, but I supposed that’s what we had really become over the last year. A family.

“Me and Henry can put the kisses in, right?” Lily asked, practically bouncing with excitement as I moved the hot cookies onto the newspapers we had laid out on the kitchen table.

“Henry and I,” I corrected gently. “And yes, you two can put the kisses on top. Has your daddy finished unwrapping them yet?” I glanced over at Stiles and Henry with a playful smile just in time to catch him red-handed.

“Daddy!” Lily shrieked, seeing him pop the chocolate into his mouth as well. “Those are for Santa’s cookies!”

“I’m sure he won’t mind!” he told her, winking up at me as I laughed. With a tiny huff, Lily marched over and snatched the bowl of Hershey’s Kisses from its place in front of her father, setting it on the other end of the table and out of his reach. “Wow, drastic measures,” he pouted.

“Alright, let’s get these on here before the cookies cool,” I chuckled. Henry ran over and took his place next to Lily, the two of them working with laser-like focus to place each kiss right in the middle of every cookie while Stiles and I watched, dopey grins on both our faces.

After playing a few games with the kids, getting Santa’s cookies and milk set out, and getting them ready for bed, we were finally tucking them in.

“Momma, you’re gonna read the Christmas story, right?” Henry asked, a yawn leaving his little mouth.

“Are you kidding me? It wouldn’t be Christmas Eve without it!” I went to Stiles’ room to dig through my bag, returning with the book and settling in. “’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…”

The kids were passed out long before Merry Christmas and a good night was wished to all, Stiles and I creeping out of the room and heading back downstairs. Snuggled up on the couch with an old holiday movie playing in the background, we nibbled on Santa’s cookies, my feet resting his lap while he hands idly rubbed my calves.

“We should probably head to bed soon,” he said, stifling a yawn. “You know they’re gonna be up at the ass crack of dawn.”

“Yeah, probably,” I chuckled, finishing off the milk in Stiles’ glass and earning a playful glare. “I’ll get this cleaned up and you grab the rest of the presents?”

“Sure.” After pecking my lips sweetly, Stiles got up to go locate the hiding spot for ‘Santa’s gifts’ while I carried our glasses to the kitchen, leaving the empty cookie plate for the kids to find in the morning. Once everything was settled and ready for tomorrow, Stiles laced his fingers through mind and led me upstairs to his room.

“I’m really glad we’re celebrating all together,” I murmured into the quiet once we had settled in, my head resting on his chest.

“I am, too,” he replied, squeezing me a little closer. “With you and Henry here, it just feels…complete, you know?” Looking up at him, I smiled gently.

“Yeah, I really do.”

The bed was shaking from little feet excitedly jumping up and down, Lily and Henry practically screaming for Stiles and I to wake up because, “Santa came! Santa came!” Stretching lazily, I smiled and blinked my eyes open only to find Stiles burying his head under his pillow.

“Daddy, come ooooooon!” Lily whined, doing her best to shake his shoulder and only earning some sort of muffled grunt in reply. I winked at the kids before digging my fingers into Stiles’ sides, sending him into a fit of laughter. He did his best to fend me off, but it was no use as he thrashed and wiggled. Straddling his waist with the munchkins on either side of me, huge grins on all of our faces, we offered him an ultimatum.

“Either you get up and go open presents, or we keep tickling you,” I said, raising a brow. Stiles huffed playfully, finally agreeing and making Lily and Henry shriek with excitement and run out of the room, thundering down the steps toward the tree.

Stiles sat up with a groan, placing a gentle kiss to the side of my head. When I moved to get off of him, he grabbed my waist and held me in place, nuzzling my neck as I giggled.

“Come on, they’re dying,” I chuckled.

“Alright, alright,” he sighed. “But you’re definitely paying for that betrayal later.” His voice had taken on a deep, almost-growl, teeth nipping at my ear. I turned to give him the best seductive smile I could muster at this early of an hour.

“Promise?”

“Grampa, I wanna sit by you,” Lily said, laughing when Stiles’ father scooper her into his arms.

“Okay, kiddo. I’ll make sure you get a place next to me for dinner,” he assured her, tiny arms flinging around his neck.

“Henry, come help set the table, please!” I called, checking on the ham to make sure it was done. I could hear Stiles, Scott, and Henry playing with the new remote-control helicopters they’d all gotten for Christmas and smiled to myself.

Laughter and conversation, the smell of home cooked food, and a feeling of family flooded the house. Overwhelmed by it all, I began to tear up as Kira and I worked on putting the finishing touches on dinner. As I went to grab a few more hot pads, I passed by the Sheriff, sniffling on my way. His hand landed on my shoulder, looking me over with concern.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly. I shook my head in response, laughing a bit as I wiped at my eyes.

“Nothing, it’s just…so great, you know? To be here with all of you and just really feel like a part of the family.”

“You and Henry are family,” he replied, a gentle smile lighting up his face. “My son really loves you. And your son. I’ve seen how you’ve changed him over the last year, Y/N. He’s so much happier. And I love you both, too. You’re the daughter and the grandson I never had.”

“Noah,” I practically sobbed, my head flying to my mouth. He pulled me into a hug, smoothing his hand up and down my back. “Thank you so much.”

“Who’s ready to eat?” Kira announced loudly, prompting me to pull away from our embrace and head for my seat next to Stiles. Everyone stood at their chairs, the table set and looking beautiful, food steaming, and smiles all around. We joined hands as the Sheriff prayed, Stiles squeezing mine after the collective ‘Amen.’

“You alright?” he whispered as we sat, probably noticing the faint red rings around my eyes. I nodded at him, leaning over to gently peck his lips.

“I’m perfect.”

“Dinner was amazing,” Stiles said, his hip bumping mine playfully as we washed the dishes and making me smile. With all the strain my cheeks had been under from that one simple action today, it was amazing they weren’t in pain.

“Well, I can’t take all the credit. I had quite a bit of help.” We fell into an easy silence, working our way through the stacks of plates and platters, listening to the sounds floating from the rest of the house until Stiles finally broke our little bubble.

“It was really great having you and Henry here. Waking up next to you, hearing the kids play, eating meals together.”

“It was pretty nice, huh?” I agreed, shooting him a loving look. Stiles began to adamantly dry the plate he was holding, eyes trained on it in laser-like focus as he shrugged his shoulders.

“It may be nice to be able to do that kind of stuff all the time,” he said, the nonchalance in his voice clearly strained as he bobbed his head around, his face scrunching together in that adorable Stiles way. “I don’t know- I mean…what if you guys just like…stayed?”

I nearly dropped the dish I was holding, eyes going wide as I froze. Stiles continued to dry the same plate despite the fact that it was clearly free of all water.

“What?” I asked dumbly, not quite processing what was happening. He stopped suddenly, putting everything he was holding onto the counter and turning to face me, pulling my body to his. Those chocolate eyes met mine unflinchingly, one hand coming up to rest against my cheek.

“Move in with us.”

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, this is actually happening! Breathe, Y/N. Answer him!

“Yes.”

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37. Hey Jealousy

Hell yeah! I’m having a wonderful time in Humboldt AND I’m gonna hit you with the newHead Over Feet. I haven’t posted since last year! CRAZY!! Please enjoy!

**** [[READ MORE]] Sonny sauntered into the precinct with a smug smile plastered on his face, box of donuts in hand. Amanda watched as he made his way over to the desk and sipped on her coffee. He sat on the edge of her desk and stared at her expectantly. She raised her eyebrows but looked away.

“I’m not asking you about anything.” She reached out to take a donut from the box he sat down.

Sonny’s expression soured and he pouted. “C'mon, ‘Manda.”

She gave him a firm shake as she took a healthy bite, “no, I don’t care about your weekend getaway! You’re such a girl!”

He rolled his eyes and slid off the desk to retreat to his own. He pulled off his jacket and rested it over the back of his chair.

“Well it was a good weekend,” he added anyway.

“Hope you’re ready to get back to work then,” she rolled her eyes.

At that moment Rafael marched in with his usual no nonsense demeanor. He almost smiled when he saw Sonny but quickly hid it behind his sarcastic facade.

“How was Niagara Falls?” he asked briskly. Sonny grinned at being asked and Amanda groaned.

“Since when do you care about Carisi and his Grey’s Anatomy fling?” She screwed her lips together.

Both men eyed her, noting her pissy mood.

“Al ain’t no fling!” Sonny crossed his arms.

Amanda visibly pouted at his words though Sonny nor Rafael were looking at her anymore.

“Anyway, dah falls were beautiful and it was freezing, but we had a good time. Thanks for askin’ Rafael. You want a donut?”

Rafael gave him a faint smile, his mind on his own significant other. He coughed a resumed his business-like demeanor and shook his head.

“How’s Walt?” Sonny asked pulling a cruller from the box.

Amanda groaned again and slapped her hand on the desk in front of her. Both men jumped and stared at her.

“What is up wit you?” Sonny’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Can we please just focus on work, instead of everyone’s personal soap operas?” she griped. “And Barba I am surprised at you.”

He gave her a tight smile and a cool stare. “Well you’re not wrong, Rollins. I’m here to talk about a case, anyhow.”

Sonny rolled his eyes as he slammed himself into his chair, continuing to appraise his partner.

He smirked, “long weekend with Jess?”

Amanda rolled her eyes like an ornery teenager.

“I need to see the original statement from Miss Evans,” Barba cut in.

Amanda looked up suddenly interested, “Chantal? What happened?”

“She hired a lawyer,” he explained and raised his eyebrow.

Sonny looked confused. “A lawyer? But she’s the victim.”

Rafael rolled his eyes. “Good point, Detective. When do you take the bar again?”

Sonny pouted and crossed his arms. “She bringing up a civil case?”

“I’m not sure. Her lawyer, a Mr. Dimarco, I don’t know him,” he added as an aside, “called asking to review my case.”

Sonny laughed, “oh I’m sure dat went over well!”

Rafael rolled his eyes but rested them on Carisi with mild amusement. “Something about it doesn’t seem right. If she wanted to sue the college why didn’t she bring it up before?”

“She changing her story?”

“She’s a new teacher, she doesn’t wanna rock the boat,” Amanda motioned with her hand. “She made it very clear to us that she didn’t blame Manhattan College.”

Sonny pursed his lips, “yeah…let’s go ask her again how she feels about dat?”

He looked over at Amanda who sighed and shrugged her shoulders. **** “What. Is. That?” Alex cocked an eyebrow at the giant bouquet of red roses in a vase at the admit desk.

Dave Malucci, affectionately still referred to as Dr. Dave, looked up from his chart. “I think someone said they were for Hope.”

Alex stuck out her tongue, unable to disguise her look of disgust.

Dave smirked at her, joining her in her walk down the hall, “Detective hair gel doesn’t buy you flowers?”

“Well he doesn’t have to send them to here and create a hostile work environment,” She wretched as they reached the monstrosity.

“Alright, I have a patient in 5. Order the labs and find me when they come through.” He handed her the patient’s chart. “And don’t be jealous, McClure.”

She rolled her eyes as she took the chart from him. She wasn’t jealous. She would hate if Sonny did something this showy in front of her co-workers. Bringing her food was one thing but 3 dozen red roses was another.

“Ya seen Hope’s flowers?” Devon, the blonde male nurse, asked seeing Alex’s face as she approached.

“Yeah-” she widened her eyes meeting his as they silently judged her.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Hope was beaming as she joined them. “Harry spoils me.”

'Harry?’ Alex mouthed to Devon. He hid his laughter behind his chart.

“I bet Detective Carisi spoils you, though.” She grinned at Alex.

Alex smirked at the title Hope gave Sonny.

“Uh…” Alex didn��t know how to answer. They had just come home from a pleasantly relaxing and, she would have to admit grudgingly, quite romantic trip but she still wouldn’t say Sonny spoiled her, unless oral sex counted. “So Harry, huh?” Alex avoided her question altogether.

“Harrison, I call him Harry. I met him a few weeks ago. Here at the hospital actually.”

Alex looked smug, “a doc?”

Hope giggled and covered her mouth, her cheeks pinking up. Alex continued to stare at her, clearly not in on the joke.

“No, patient actually. He busted his knee ice skating.” Hope looked off in the direction of the patient beds, presumably at the one where she’d treated “Harry.”

“Oh, coordination is nice in a man.” Alex nodded. Devon coughed attempting to hide his laughter.

“Well,” Hope looked at them sideways, “he waited for me at that coffee shop across the street and when he saw me he came over-”

“He waited for you to get off? Murderers also do that!” Alex looked disgusted.

Hope drew herself up, “you don’t have to be so cynical! Not everyone is a murderer!”

“Sorry,” Alex furrowed her brows. “He seems like a nice guy?”

Hope still looked a little annoyed, but smiled, “Well I hope you get to meet him soon. He really is a sweetie. Maybe we can double.”

“Oh-” she looked like a deer in headlights. A double date with Hope sounded like some form of torture banned at Guantanamo Bay.

Alex was cut off by another doctor, Heath, running by. “Alex, I need you. GSW, 1 minute out!”

“Got it! Hey, Malucci needs labs for 5, can you get it, thanks?” She didn’t wait for an answer and instead pushed the chart in Hope’s direction before following Heath to the trauma room. **** The afternoon found Sonny and Amanda attempting to reinterview their victim who was refusing to open the door.

“My lawyer says I shouldn’t talk to you!” she called out.

“Chantal, you’re not being put on trial,” Sonny reminded her.

“Uhh…” the girl faltered on the other side of the door.

“I promise you Chantal that we’re here to help you,” Amanda added, making eye contact with Sonny.

There was a long pause and Sonny pounded once more. Chantal yelped on the other side.

“What’s the matter, Chantal?” Amanda asked, shushing Sonny even though he hadn’t been speaking.

“I’m…I’m just scared. I don’t wanna lose my job. Maybe I’ll call Mr. Dimarco.”

“Chantal,” Sonny countered. “Dat would be a bad idea-”

“Carisi!” Amanda elbowed him.

His eyebrows shot up in question. “What?” he mouthed.

“Don’t tell her that!” She glared at him. “Chantal you do what you have to. We’ll be back.”

She shoved Sonny forward towards the stairwell, giving him a cold look but not yelling at him.

“You lose brain cells on your romantic getaway?” Amanda spat when they made it back to the car.

Sonny tightened his jaw. “I’m sorry, alright but somethin’ about dis lawyer don’t sit right with me.”

She rolled her eyes, “yeah, but you didn’t have to say that to her. Little discretion, Carisi?”

He pursed his lips as he walked around the car. “Yeah alright. Keys?”

He put his hands up prepared to catch them. Amanda glared and curled her lip.

“Who says you’re driving?”

“I’m better on the ice,” he argued.

“It’s not icy!” She shoved him aside and directed him back to the passengers side.

He pouted over to the opposite side of the vehicle and climbed in after she unlocked the doors. Amanda smirked to herself secretly amused she’d gotten him riled up. He continued to look pouty as he buckled his seatbelt.

“So what do we do now?” he turned to her.

“Lunch?” she offered with a smile.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, leaning back and getting comfortable. “Anything but sandwiches!”

She laughed as she began driving away, “sandwiches?”

“Well almost everything was closed up there. We ate ham sandwiches everyday except for the diners on the way there and back,” he explained. “And Cheetos, Al killed a whole bag on the drive up.”

Amanda rolled her eyes again.

“She tasted like cheese dust all weekend,” he laughed as he continued his story oblivious to Amanda’s face.

“Tasted like?” she raised her eyebrow and smirked at her partner.

A slight blush overcame his features as he realized what she was smirking at. “I meant kissin’, ya pervert. Stop watchin’ all dat reality tv. Sex Hotel or whatever it is.”

Amanda groaned. “I don’t watch anything called Sex Hotel! And you’re the one who started talking about what his girlfriend tastes like!”

Sonny rolled his eyes again, “fine! How was your weekend?”

She visibly ruffled and swallowed before answering, “it was fine.”

“Yeah?” he watched her iron grip on the wheel.

“Yeah, just a single mom and her baby and her dog,” she didn’t look at him. “No sex hotels for me,” she murmured softly.

Sonny looked away slightly embarrassed at their change of topic and guilty for obviously getting on her nerves.

“Ey, why don’t we go to Pangione’s?” he offered. “I’ll buy ya the lasagna. Best in town, besides my ma’s.”

Amanda rolled her eyes but glanced over and briefly smiled. “I don’t want your pity lasagna!”

“It’s not pity lasagna. I’ve gotta cravin’ and besides I think better on a full stomach. Head down 110th!” He grinned fully and pointed out the directions.

Amanda grudgingly complied. “We should see what we can dig up on that lawyer while we’re at it.”

“What? No quiet booth at the back?” Sonny joked about their lunch date.

He grinned to look at his partner. Her cheeks had blushed a brilliant scarlet. He squinted.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she coughed and straightened. “We should get food to go. It’s not like a date or something.”

“No,” he repeated, staring at her with a cocked eyebrow. “It’s not.”

“Would you stop staring at me!” She took her eyes from the road a second to glare at him.

“Alright,” he held up his palms in surrender. He rolled his eyes and watched the road out the passenger window. He’d known enough women in his life to know to just shut up for a little bit. He just hoped Amanda wouldn’t continue holding a grudge against him the entire day. **** “She’s probably stressed or something,” Alex assured Sonny later that day, chomping on a carrot stick into the receiver.

Sonny wretched pulling his own phone away from his ear as she spoke. “Yeah, yeah you’re probably right. It just feels like I’m her kid brother.”

“Well then you’re an expert,” she giggled.

He pouted at her response but his eyes followed Amanda on the other side of the glass doors as she sat alone at her desk

“Ya don’t think she’s like lonely or something?” He asked.

“Lonely?” Alex repeated. “Men! A woman can’t be single and be okay? She must be lonely! She doesn’t strike me as a damsel in distress type.”

He groaned. “She just got all touchy I was talkin’ about our trip.”

Alex made a quick clicking noise that Sonny associated with his own mother’s disapproval.

“Alright, so I’m over thinkin’,” he added before she could scold him again.

She laughed again, “you’re sweet babe but you don’t need to be so concerned. She’s having a bad day.”

He sighed, “ya right. How’s yours?”

There were a few beats of silence and then the sound of her teeth gnashing through another carrot stick. “No comment.”

“Ya gotta do dat while we’re on the phone?” He griped.

She laughed and swallowed, “sorry. I don’t gotta lotta time to eat and talk to you.”

Sonny suddenly grinned, “yeah well you need quieter snacks, sweetheart!”

“Carrots are good for me,” she shot back. “What’d you eat for lunch?”

“You’re gonna lecture me about food? You live off cardboard microwaved nonsense,” he spat and rolled his eyes.

She shrugged on her end, “jeez deFENsive. If I didn’t know better I’d say you had a lunch time rendezvous.”

“You gonna be home tonight?” He asked ignoring her teasing.

“I’m off at 7,” she replied.

“I might stay late. We’re researchin’ dis lawyer, real ambulance chaser,” he sighed. “Do you mind?”

Alex laughed. “Mind? Do you need my permission?”

“No but…I just thought you’d wanna know.”

“I’m a big girl.” She smiled into her phone.

“Good, I better get back to it before Rollins wants to yell at me for coffee breaks too,” he added. “Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye,” she ended the call.

Sonny locked his phone as he dropped it into his pocket as he made his way back to his desk. Amanda studied the laptop in front of her intently. She glanced up as she felt his eyes on her but remained quiet. He appraised her and then the bag of leftovers from Pangione’s.

“Ya know Alex teased me about gettin’ a little afternoon delight,” he chuckled pointing to the bag.

She slammed her paper down. “Carisi, if you keep talking about sex with your girlfriend-”

“I’m not! What is your problem? I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“Well I want to work. Can we do that?” She shot back icily.

He pouted and rolled his eyes back at her, “yeah, Rollins. We can work.” **** “Are you following me?” Amanda turned to glare up at Sonny as he got into the elevator with her at the end of their day.

He raised his eyebrow, “naw dis is the dah way out.”

They were silent on the short ride down. Amanda pointedly looked away from him, pretending to be fascinated with the button on her coat. Sonny sighed loudly.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?” He asked with a pout as the lift dinged as they arrived on the ground floor.

She stepped out ahead of him. “No.”

“Rollins!” He grabbed her shoulder making her spin.

“What?”

“What?” he repeated. “You’ve been like this all day! What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem Carisi.” She shrugged and finished putting on her gloves as she made for the door.

“Am I not a good partner?” Sonny wrapped his scarf around his neck, continuing to follow her.

“You’re fine. It’s me okay I’m in a bad moo-”

“Ey baby, what’re you doin’ here?” Sonny’s voice rose in excitement as he spotted his girlfriend on the sidewalk and stepped off the stoop.

Amanda crossed her arms and clamped her mouth shut as they embraced. She stepped off the platform heading for the parking lot. “Night Carisi.”

Sonny’s eyes followed her as she stomped away with concern but quickly faced Alex. “I thought you were off at 7?”

“Yup, I was but then…” she trailed off and looked away. “I thought we could ride home together.”

He slung his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. “You alright?”

“I’ll be fine.” Alex smiled. Sometimes she just needed his warm smile.

Across the street Amanda watched their bodies curled together through her rear view mirror as they walked away from the precinct. **** “I don’t like dat lawyer,” Sonny swaggered. “I have a hard time believing he passed da bar.”

Amanda and Sonny returned to the precinct after Chantal’s first court date, in which it became clear her new lawyer was angling to place blame on her employer, Manhattan college.

He looked blankly at Amanda who had stopped dead staring at the man seated at her desk.

Sonny followed her gaze and furrowed his eyebrows. “Who’s dat?”

Amanda released a stream of air between her teeth but smiled at Jesse in his arms. “Sonny, you’ve met Declan.”

She reached for her daughter smiling at her and squeezing.

Sonny appraised the near stranger and held out his hand apprehensively.

“Didn’t I pistol whip you once?” Declan smirked. “You don’t seem so green anymore.”

“What are you doing here? I said I’d be off at 6,” Amanda ignored his reunion with Sonny.

Declan finished laughing at Sonny and turned back to Amanda and the baby. “Yeah, I thought we could go to lunch.”

“And be a…family?” She rolled her eyes.

Sonny sat at his desk after hanging his jacket on his chair. He tried to look at his phone and not stare at the drama unfolding before him.

“No, just…” he sighed.

“Look I’m glad you’re coming to see her and it’s fine for you to take her but–”

“Maybe we can talk elsewhere?” He eyed Sonny.

“Why?” Amanda spat out. “Sonny doesn’t care.”

“Eh I’ll go get a soda,” Sonny suddenly popped out of his seat and scurried off to the breakroom leaving Declan and Amanda to chat.

He watched their slightly tense conversation through the windows, but at least attempted to play with his phone. He turned to grab a soda trying to avoid staring. After a few minutes Declan left with the baby.

“You can come out of hiding now,” Amanda rolled her eyes when she came into the breakroom.

“I’m not hi–” he started but stopped mid-sentence. “So Declan is Jessie’s father, huh?”

“Yes,” she answered in a bored tone and smacked the snack machine.

Sonny nodded. “Good he’s hanging around. I didn’t know you guys had a…thing.”

“We didn’t,” she shot back.

Sonny widened his eyes as understanding overcame his features, “oh.”

She sat at the dingy table and sighed. Sonny sensed the need for support as he sat on the edge of the table. She looked up at his form and rolled her eyes.

“You guys gonna try to–”

“To what?” She sneered.

He shrugged, “I dunno. Do you wanna have a relationship with him?”

“I don’t know, Carisi!” She got up with her bag of chips.

“It’d be good for Jesse,” Sonny shrugged again.

“And what’s wrong with a single mom?”

“Nothing,” he tried to backtrack, “but ya know…uhhh…”

“Yeah thanks for the advice, Carisi. I’ll let you know if I need directions to Niagara Falls,” she rolled her eyes again and let the door slam as she made her way to her desk.

Sonny rolled his own eyes and sighed. It did seem to shed light on her mood knowing her baby-daddy was in the picture out of the blue but he wished he knew the right thing to say. It felt like when he first came to the squad and he was in everyone’s way. He thought he and Amanda had gotten closer over the last few months. He felt like he had a real partner, just like the cop shows he knew from growing up, but suddenly he was back at square one with her it seemed. **** “Ya wanna order a pizza or something?” Sonny lifted his head from the laptop screen his eyes had been glued to for hours.

Amanda stretched her arm, lifting it high above her head and leaning back in her chair. “What about Alex?”

Sonny shook his head, “naw she’s working noc shift.”

“Oh,” Amanda swallowed. “So you’re free tonight.”

He laughed looking up from his phone. “If ya wanna put it like dat. We can keep working dah case if you’re up for it.”

She nodded, “no sun dried tomatoes this time.”

“But goat cheese is okay?” He grinned as he pushed the phone to his ear.

Amanda rolled her eyes and got up to call her sitter. “Something normal, Carisi, please?”

He smirked at the pleading in her voice. He watched her slip behind the glass doors into the locker room and noticed almost a hint of a smile from her as he pressed the phone to his ear to order. He quickly ordered something he thought would be a good compromise.

When she came back to the bullpen she was smiling a little more fully.

“What’s up?” Sonny asked.

Her cheeks flushed as she looked back at him. “Nothin’.”

He rolled his eyes again.

She sighed. “Picture of Jesse her dad sent. It’s cute.”

“Yeah? Lemme see,” he reached out for the phone.

“Naw–”

“I love kids, cmon lemme see,” he urged. “I love Jess.”

She smiled a little more brilliantly and finally handed him her phone.

“Ey, look at her,” Sonny’s dimples bored holes in his cheeks from smiling so big. “She looks just like you ya know?”

Amanda looked flustered as she reached to get her phone back.

“Dat a bad thing?” Sonny sat back in his chair, shrugging his shoulders and pouting.

“No, no,” she shook her head as she tried to put her phone away. “Thanks.”

Sonny watched her smile smiling himself. It was important to him that his coworkers became his work family especially while he and Alex were exactly in the family starting place.

“Ya think you’ll have more than one?” He asked suddenly.

Amanda made a face, “after what I went through, no thanks!”

He cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “Sorry. I mean say you do find Mr. Right, and he wants kids–”

“Carisi…” she began to protest in exasperation.

“I suppose you could adopt or somethin’” Sonny leaned back in his chair to contemplate the myriad of ways to have a family in the modern world.

Amanda rolled her eyes and shook her head at her partner. She spotted the pizza guy coming out of the elevator.

“Alright, Sonny, why don’t you go pay the man,” she almost laughed.

He sat up and reached for his wallet, “were not gonna split dis?”

“I don’t even know what’s on it!” Amanda countered as he paid and nodded the delivery boy off.

He opened the box for her view. “Got da works. You can just pick off what you don’t like.”

He tore a slice from the box and took it with him to his seat. She opened the lid and took a piece as well.

“Al’s the same way. She’s a pepperoni mushroom kinda girl,” he explained stuffing half his slice in his mouth.

Amanda rolled her eyes again, “you just can’t help yourself huh?”

He wiped the pizza grease off his face. “Sorry, I’m starving.”

“Not that,” she soured her expression. “Alex.”

“Oh,” he looked surprised. “Guess I talk about her a lot.”

Amanda scoffed. “well yeah.”

“Sorry, is it that annoying?”

She slumped her shoulders, “it’s not annoying it’s just…”

She trailed off and Sonny looked at her waiting for an answer. She sighed again.

“Yes, it’s annoying you’re in love okay,” she griped and took a swig off her Coke.

He swallowed but grinned. “Yeah well we can’t all be good at hiding our emotions.”

“Hiding my-” Amanda sputtered over her can of soda. “I’m emotional.”

“Yeah, but I’m a heart on my sleeve kinda guy. You’re more like hearts sewed on the inside lining of ya coat,” Sonny laughed.

Amanda rolled her eyes but a small smile played on her lips. Carisi was right although she hated to admit it.

“What’d you get up to last night? I turned around and ya disappeared.” He asked while checking his phone.

She rolled her eyes before answering. It was clear as day he didn’t actually care about her answer.

“Ya know, dinner, dancing, finished off with frozen yogurt” she sighed.

Sonny glanced up from his text messages, “what? Really?”

She looked cold, “no of course not. Well the froyo is true.”

“You should,” he shrugged, eyes still glued to his messages. “Ya ever had Armenian food?”

“What?” She lifted one eyebrow.

“Alex’s brother, Henry, he wants to get Armenian food.”

“Like a date?” Amanda laughed and reached for another slice.

Sonny shook his head shrugging off her insinuation, “naw like a family dinner. I suggested we try to do somethin’ weekly or monthly.”

She smiled. “That’s real nice Carisi.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “but I gotta let him choose da place so he thinks it’s his thing.”

“Sounds like a real power struggle,” she giggled as she bit into her pizza.

“Dis kid’s a piece of work but he’s alright,” he replied to his texts and set his phone down. He blushed when he saw Amanda was staring at him. “Sorry, was I doin’ it again?”

“Doing what?” She turned a little pink at the same time realizing she’d been watching him.

“Talkin’ about Al,” he smiled ruefully.

She shook her head, “no hey, don’t worry about it. She’s your girlfriend, Carisi!”

She silently turned back to her pizza annoyed she’d let this become an issue in their partnership.

Sonny folded his forearms on his desk after putting his phone down. He reached for his slice again. His phone buzzed as he bit back into it. He quickly wiped his hands on a napkin and held the phone to his ear. “Carisi…Chantal?…alright calm down…”

Amanda’s head snapped up her upper lip stiff.

“Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right there!” Sonny stood and dumped his pizza in the waste basket beside his desk. **** “Chantal?” Sonny called as he burst through the office door Amanda fast on his heels.

The mousy blonde was curled into herself taking gulping breaths.

“Alright, hey it’s okay,” Amanda immediately comforted her coming around the desk.

“What happened?” Sonny raised his eyebrow in question.

“He– he came in here and…” she caught her breath.

“Easy,” Sonny softened. “He…?”

“My boss!”

“Dean Schafer?” Amanda prompted.

“He said he hoped I wasn’t going anywhere…and then he grabbed my shoulders and…” she looked away as she sobbed.

“Where is he now?” Sonny looked over his shoulder out to the hall.

Chantal shrugged. Amanda went to her beginning to press her for details.

“I’m gonna see if he Dean’s still here,” Sonny turned to leave the office.

“Carisi!?” Amanda yelled after him.

He stepped back into the office, “what?”

“Victim first?” Amanda almost rolled her eyes. She’d been rolling them so hard at him lately he was sure they’d be falling out of her head any minute.

“Yeah, you got it?” He raised his eyebrows again, his leg shaking impatiently.

She almost scowled. “Sure Carisi, go do your own thing.”

Amanda turned back to their victim to get an accurate statement and tried to put Sonny in the back of her mind. **** “So she gets to her office and that’s when Dean Schafer supposedly comes in and threatens her…”

Sonny and Amanda were sitting in the car after speaking with Chantal and hearing her side of things. Sonny had hunted down the Dean but was told he left more than an hour prior, which didn’t match up with Chantal’s order of events.

“She was raped on campus less than 2 months ago, she’s on edge Sonny!”

He shrugged. “I’m just sayin’, it all sounds weird–”

“You always do this!”

“Do what?”

“Think the girls are lying,” she finished.

“I don’t! But you have to admit this is getting out of hand. She’s date raped by a colleague and now she’s trying to make it out that the college is a rape breeding ground or somethin’?” He gestured as his phone pinged. He read the screen as he continued. “And only after dis Dimarco guy shows up.”

“Whatever Carisi,” she rolled her eyes yet again and hit the steering wheel in frustration. “Let’s get back to the precinct and file the report in her case file.”

“Uh huh?” Sonny kept his eyes on his phone as he furiously typed, the corners of his lips upturned into a mischievous grin of triumph.

Amanda scoffed at his blatant ignorance. “Really, Carisi?”

“What?” His smiled faded as his fingers stopped flying across the keyboard.

“Sexting your girlfriend on the job?” She started the engine with a scowl.

“It’s Barba!” He was practically shouting, his accent pronounced in his annoyance

“Bullshit!” She groaned. “You’re smiling like it ain’t work related”

He rolled his eyes. “It really is Barba.”

“Sure, just try to keep it in your pants for the rest of the night. We have a job to do.”

Sonny snapped his phone off angrily and stuffed it into his coat pocket. “Dimarco just filed a motion for summary judgement…in Chantal’s civil case.”

“So she is suing the college? And at 9 o'clock at night?” Amanda eyed him.

Sonny shrugged. “Huh, maybe the guy is a decent lawyer. But she wants to sue her employer 20 minutes after she says she’s attacked by her boss? Pretty convenient she had that lawyer lined up, huh?”

He smiled at her smugly and she flared her nostrils in annoyance as the town car pulled away from the curb and back toward the 16th precinct. **** “It’s pretty late. You need to get home?”

Amanda snapped her head up. “What?”

Sonny sighed. “I can finish up. Go home to the baby.”

He attempted a smile that she shot daggers at. Sonny frowned.

“Listen I’m not trying to tell you what to do or–”

“You never do. You just give your helpful little suggestions.” She slammed her laptop shut all the same.

“Rollins–”

“Save it,” she spat as she stood up. “And next time keep off the phone when we’re working.”

“Is dat what this is? It was Barba!” He shook his head.

“I need to trust you Sonny. I need to know we’re on the same team and on the same page or being partners is not going to work!”

His face fell. “Rollins, 'ey you have no reason not to trust me, c'mon?”

“I think I can decide that. I’ll see you tomorrow Carisi.” She stormed off barely looking him in the eye.

His eyes followed her as she walked away, eyebrow furrowing. “Night.” **** Tagged @justjaclin @crackasmileonyourface @sergeantdodds @ladyzootie @avenuepotter (Kinda angsty Rollisi in here you might like) @skittle479 @brutxa idk who else to tag. **** Masterpost

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