#just wait til they meet him one day or see his broadcasts

[mrehkka]

Zim is a cryptid for young Irkens lmao they get together and tell half fake scary stories about him to scare each other

#invader zim #invader zim oc #irken lore #my art #is the story true? who knows ~ #of course I meant they beat his score and then zim got high score AGAIN... but reading it now it looks like an error #but you could take it as the kid is making a mistake bc the story is fake lol #just wait til they meet him one day or see his broadcasts #HES REAL?! #lmao

[agendabymooner]

colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (7)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter summary: It turns out, Tilly and Toto looked like they were loving each other up constantly - so Tilly's mother, Blanche, had decided to step up to warn her about the wonders and failures of being in a relationship with someone more mature.

Content warning: Age gap relationships, use of explicit language, brief mention of Max Verstappen x OFC (Sylvie), mention of divorce and mental health problems

masterlist

vii. age is just a number and love is just a shame

LOVE ON CAMERA: Future Racing Teams Major Shareholder Tilly Hearth Sends Mixed Signals Alongside Toto Wolff

“Are they the newest power couple of F1 or is this putting their teams to shame?”

AGELESS ROMANCE: FIA Executive’s Daughter Tilly Hearth Cozies Up with Mercedes-AMG Petronas Team Principal Toto Wolff Post Qualifying Interview

“Is this a ploy to get a favourable result for this year’s championship?”

This isn’t the kind of day I’d like to have today. I’m not going to be distracted by some silly gossip outlet’s article.

“I’ve read that. That’s fucked,” Daniel huffs out, peering over my shoulder. Today’s going to be a disaster. I haven’t even seen my family just yet, and now I’m being hounded by gossip sites about my love life. Was I ever thankful that I told my sisters about the “rumours” that’ll soon circulate around the paddocks and F1 world beforehand. 

“Tell me about it,” I mutter, resting my head on the table that I sat on. 

“That should have stayed in the garage or something, I don’t know how they’ve managed to even know it’s Toto,” he says. 

I look up at him and answer, “The Daily Mail caught me arriving in a Mercedes with him yesterday. Remember?”

“They’re fucking fast to capture that,” Daniel shakes his head incredulously, “you were practically running away like you robbed him.” 

“I told him that the British media are too invasive,” I scrunch up my face, “some of them were just here to get some drama to broadcast throughout England and fuck all.”

“Sorry you have to go through that,” he offers a sympathetic smile as he pats my shoulder, “I hope they’ll fuck off for once.”

I gave him a lopsided grin. “Don’t expect too much from them— shouldn’t you be waiting in your driver’s room right now?”

“TILS!” My back nearly broke after I turned my upper half around. A strangled screech escapes my mouth as I stand. Daniel, who’s standing behind me, is accidentally pushed off to the side as four arms wrap around me. I can’t even see Daniel’s reaction but I can hear him introducing himself to a woman. 

I pull away from the embrace as I look between my sisters. Last time I checked, Aimee- our youngest sister- was on her trip to Scotland. What’s she doing here? I look at Stevie, her hair tied neatly, her ponytail coming out of the Mercedes cap that she’s wearing. 

“What’s with the Mercedes get up?” I look at Aimee, who’s wearing a white Mercedes shirt. They’re in the Red Bull hospitality. 

“Hello, too,” I shake my thoughts away as I grin, looking past my sisters and approaching our mother.

“Maman!” I exclaim, hugging her tightly before giving her a once-over. “Still pretty I see.”

“You’re still as hilarious, Tilly,” she rolls her eyes, keeping her arm around my waist. I look at Daniel and he’s standing there with a grin.

“Daniel, you’ve met my mom,” I gesture at my sisters, “these are my sisters, Stevie and Aimee. Steve, Aims, this is Daniel. He’s a driver for Red Bull.” 

Stevie immediately reaches out to shake his hand. She looks more like our grandmother, according to Maman. Nobody could ever mistake her for someone else besides Nan. Her honey-blonde hair and blue eyes are the kind of features that’ll make you feel like you’re in a tropical paradise. 

“Holy shit, you really weren’t joking when you said your sisters are models,” Daniel’s eyes widened as I nodded. “How do you push yourself through it?” 

“It’s— ehh…” Stevie scratches her head and tries to answer his question, “Modeling is kinda fun… if you’ve been doing it for a long time. Like racing.”

Aimee only waves at Daniel, then she’s hiding behind Stevie. Her mother always encourages her to be more… out there yet she disagrees. She can be whatever she wants to be, she’s 14, but she pressures herself to stick to one thing like an adult. She told me once about wanting to model as well and expressed how she wouldn’t do well like Stevie and our other sister would. I don’t know what made her think that; her brown skin and eyes made her glow, like she has her own spotlight. She’ll need to be encouraged more. Or perhaps I should just accommodate her and her camera shyness. She didn’t like being in front of the cameras.

Speaking of our sister. I look around and ask, “Where’s the other one?” 

“Causing ruckus somewhere in the pits,” Stevie jokes. I look at her with my frown becoming more obvious. What is she even doing in the pits? How did she even get in the pits? It was a question never asked yet Stevie has an answer to it. She tells me, “We met Lew in their area and he gave us access to the garages. Just to say hi to a couple people we might know. Now she’s probably running amuck in there—“

“Stupid, stupid, dumb boy,” I hear a hiss nearing us. Daniel peers over Maman’s head.

He gestures in her direction, “I think we found her.”

The middle of the three approaches us as she wraps her arm around me, still seething and her head rests on my chest. I turn to look at Maman and my other sisters, my forehead creasing as if I’m asking for an explanation. They’re just as clueless as I am.

I pat her on the back, “Daniel, this is Sylvie. Sylvie, that’s Daniel— the driver for Red Bull.” 

“Hi,” she nods curtly before her eyes burn with irritation and anger. She gives me a dirty look. “You know— if Father is giving you Red Bull, do you think you can fire that idiot?” 

Daniel’s eyes widen at the comment while Maman hisses at Sylvie, “Sylvie!” 

“What?” Sylvie scowls at our mother, “he’s such a bloody nuisance—ugh!”

“You’re not even telling us who it is, sweetheart,” Daniel pipes up, his face expressing amusement as he continues to goad Sylvie into spilling her feelings. 

“Verstappen! Did you know he’s the reserve driver for Toro Rosso?!” Sylvie stomps her feet like a child as she groans aloud. She’s so bloody dramatic. 

But hearing her answer makes me say, “Ahh. Max.” I can’t say anything else besides those two words; Sylvie despises Max Verstappen since god knows when… maybe at birth. The thing was that they’ve been best friends— like soul mates since birth so it wasn’t exactly hatred that they’ve shared for the past few years. She claims that she sees him all the time and “thinking about his ego gives her a migraine.”

And she quit racing. She enjoyed karting as much as Aimee did, but for some reason, she quit attending the tournaments two years ago. She pushed herself with modeling even more instead of joining Formula Three. My father wasn’t happy with that. Sometimes, I’d like to think that her hatred for Max would soon disappear and that he may be the reason why she quit. I’m not blaming him of course. But there should be a reason why she’s acting like that towards him, right?

“Tilly, please please promise me you’d fire him,” Sylvie whines dramatically, clutching onto my Red Bull jacket as I continue to stare at her. She’s growing taller and she’s beginning to look more like an adult, but her petulant behaviour says otherwise.

“No,” I pushed her off with a sigh, “I can’t do that, lovie.”

“Why not?”

“Because Verstappen is a good driver and if your sister did fire him everyone would chase after him. It would be a shame if Red Bull loses an asset,” Daniel answers for me, making me nod in agreement. 

“And he isn’t in Red Bull, love,” I explain, making her groan aloud. 

“He’s shitty,” Sylvie curses out, crossing her arms with a grumble, “he’s an ugly Neanderthal. He pisses me off to no end. You can be good at driving and be bloody handsome, you know? Clearly he doesn’t—“

I rolled my eyes, now turning to Daniel as my pager went off. Looking down at it, I give Daniel a once over and say, “Garage. Go now.” 

“Fine fine fine,” Daniel rolls his eyes before grinning at my family, “I’ll catch you pretty ladies later, yes? Sylv, maybe you can rant more about him later. If you want, I can pass a message.”

“Dis-lui que je le déteste,” tell him that I hate him. Sylvie tells him with a huff. Daniel gives me a look and I can only tell him, “Don’t worry about it. Go.”

“Get that P1, Daniel,” Maman tells him, making his grin stretch until it reaches both of his ears. 

Daniel winks at her, “I’ll make sure to dedicate my win to you, Mrs. Hearth!” He stalks off. I look at the four of them. 

“I’m going to the Mercedes zone to see Lewis,” I announced with a shrug.

Stevie’s eyes brighten at the announcement and she exclaims, “I’m coming along!” 

“Haven’t you seen him already?” Sylvie snickers—surprisingly happy now— beside me as I chuckle quietly, trying to avoid having to laugh loud. 

“You know,” Aimee begins with an evil smile, “some people might think that you’ve got you know… a crush on Lewis?” 

Stevie, who’s standing between the two, has taken the chance to reach out and pinch their sides. The girls cry out at the pain, leaving me no choice but to hit Stevie at the back of her head as lightly as I could. She pulls away, shooting the both of them a death glare. 

“You three,” I jeered, “if you won’t stop I’m going to leave.” 

It did not take long until Toto found me and met my family. Him finding me somehow made me think that he has some sort of antenna that’ll lead to me. How he manages to either come across me or find me is amazing. Like a mastermind.

It didn’t take my sisters long to catch onto the stories that Lewis clearly wanted to tell about the time spent with Toto. He was rather vocal about his feelings about the three being here — not wanting to save face and be pretentious around his teammate any longer. The interview yesterday was nothing but a way to avoid the fines— Lewis really didn’t want to act all friendly but had to do so. I was only there to make the situation better… somehow. Lewis texted me yesterday about how thankful he was to have me there for the interview.

“Tilly,” I look around and ask myself where the voice came from, only for me to find a 6’5 figure nearing me. Toto Wolff’s rare smile appears as I nod as a greeting. “Nervous?” 

“About my drivers?” I scoff, “No way. Are you?”

“Eh, I’m confident that Lewis and Nico would do a good job,” he answers lightly.

“I know my boys would do alright,” I murmur next to him, “but it seems like the power unit’s been fucking them over. At least Vettel is being fucked over by it.” 

“Well, let’s hope that doesn’t happen this time.” 

“Christian didn’t have an outburst in Austria for nothing,” I joke quietly, making him chuckle under his breath as he refrains from laughing. Oh my god. Handsome.

“Oi, lovebirds,” I sigh as we both turn around to face my siblings, my mother and Lewis. Sylvie continues to tease, “Tils, if you’re done being flustered—“

“I forgot how bloody blunt you are,” I interrupted her with a glare. She cheekily smiles as I look at Toto. I gesture at my family, “My sisters— from left to right are Aimee, Stevie, Sylvie. That’s my Mama. Everyone, this is Toto Wolff. He’s the Team Principal of Mercedes.” 

“Oh look at that,” Toto teases me with a smirk, pointing at their Mercedes hats, “everyone’s a Mercedes fan.” 

I roll my eyes, “They’re bound to run the teams you’ll be competing against, Toto. I wouldn’t be that excited.”

“But at least now I know where their hearts belong,” he continues with a shrug. He looks at my family, reaching out to shake my mother’s outstretched hand. “Pleasure to meet you all.” 

“Likewise,” my mom introduces herself, “Blanche Ford.” 

“Ah, you are the lovely Miss Ford that Tilly’s talking about,” he grins, his charm obviously taking effect on no one but me. “I finally found where your beauty came from, schatz.” 

My face suddenly feels warm as I look down to my feet, watching them as I rock back and forth. 

I didn’t notice Stevie slowly inching toward Lewis but I can hear her say, “Oh she is in love love.” I can’t even debate on anything in front of the person that they think I’m in love with. Am I not allowed to admire a fine specimen such as him? 

And Stevie is literally in love with Lewis! She’s been cracking the worst jokes ever and Lewis is laughing, she’s so proud of herself. She’s telling me, of all people, that I’m in love with the Mercedes team principal whereas she’s literally pining after his driver. 

“Hey Lew,” Sylvie then turns towards Lewis as he gives her a questioning look, “mind if you make Toro Rosso cry a little bit?” 

“Sylvie,” I warn her, “you cannot just say, ‘please make them lose a bit harder’ to someone just because you hate the reserve driver.”

Toto’s forehead creases at my warning. Sylvie ignores the look on his face as she says nonchalantly, “You’re right, I can just smack him in the face if I “accidentally” come across him at their garage.” 

“Stop resorting to violence,” Lewis tells her with a scowl, “there’s other ways to handle a situation than a fight.” Yeah, like he wouldn’t have done that last Monaco race.

My eyes peel away from the conversing people as I look at Toto, “I’m off soon enough. Are you ready?” 

“Ready,” he answers me with a nod. “Will you be there at our after party if we win?”

“I’m not exactly the full on party kind, to be honest,” I tell him, “it gets overwhelming talking to people. It doesn’t sound as bad, though. But it’ll get overwhelming at some point.”

“Fair enough,” he agrees before pausing, then he looks at me once more and asks, “How does dinner sound?” 

My mouth did not even hesitate to answer, “Depends. If either Red Bull or Mercedes get a podium then sure.” As if I was expecting it to happen. Toto felt the same, I think. He didn’t take a second to think about his next move as he continued,

“If we get a first?”

I shrug out, “Well, I’ve got no clue just yet.” 

“I’m looking forward to it then,” he grins. 

Yeah, Mercedes is definitely getting a podium today. 

“You’re thinking again,” my mother says, pulling me back into reality as I shake my head and glance at her. “That must be hurting your head.”

“Maman—“

“I’m joking, ma fille.” 

It’s so hard to lie to someone who practically knows everything about you. Even the dirty laundries I’ve never aired out? Yeah, she knows about them yet she never mentions anything. 

She pays attention to details as she’s used to staying at home as a mother. She told me once that she has enough money that she doesn’t need to work, but she writes under pen names that eventually makes her a lot more than what one should have. Her marriage and divorce clearly never stopped her from pursuing her dream all while she takes care of her three daughters by herself.

Julius Hearth, I rarely call him father now, divorced Maman shortly after Sylvie was born. I was 13 and with enough support from the staff in the household, Maman was able to cope without endangering herself nor anyone. Was I ever thankful for having a chauffeur? Absolutely. If it wasn’t for Jordan, the lovely driver, I wouldn’t have been able to get home earlier so I can spend my time with my sisters. Maman was resting, and I always made sure she’s doing that. 

Now that she’s feeling better, she’s managed to get back up and running. The Mother’s Day celebration in our middle school had her running across the field with bare feet. She certainly loved the game especially when Stevie and I were screaming our ears off. She began taking Stevie to her karting class, which then changed into modeling the moment my sister claimed to work as a model. 

So throughout my life, she could sense the emotions deep inside her daughters. She could tell which career we wanted to have and if she was able to support it. 

She could tell anyone a thing or two about themselves just by looking. So it wasn’t a surprise that she decided to deduce me. 

And since she kindly observed what I’m thinking, I decided that this is the right time to discuss the shitshow that we call Julius Hearth. 

“Father is naming me as the shareholder for his teams,” I’m staring at her as if I’m feeling so solemn about such a matter. “And he’s giving me everything. Did you know that?” 

“Yes and no,” Maman tells me. I’m so glad the girls aren’t here and being watched by our personal guard as they prepare themselves to watch at the grandstand. I didn’t want to expose them to this for now.

Maman continues, “I knew he was going to give up his position in his teams but I didn’t think he’d pass it down to you. Or to your sisters for that matter.” 

“He wants me to hold ownership on those teams and his money, Ma,” I tell her, “all because he wants that promotion at the FIA and to keep Red Bull on a leash.” 

“He only said he trusts you and your sisters enough to do his part,” she sighs, her sympathetic smile can be interpreted as a charming one. “I wish I could do more but… I’ve no place in power.” 

The sad truth is: she’s right. She can only do so much with the company. Even if I’ve taken her in, word would still get out to father. He still doesn’t trust her, despite being the one to cheat and be absent in the household. 

“Toto is a decade older than you,” I must have zoned out again because her voice drowned out while my eyes squinted. But her voice returns the moment she mentions him. 

The cold tone on her voice after saying that has me questioning her. She then continues, “Much like your father is to me, Tilly. He’s an older man.” 

“What does that have to do with anything?” I ask her, actually curious about what she’s insinuating. 

“Just—be careful with him,” she tells me quietly, her voice warning me like she’s been there before. She had been there. She married our father when she was 28 and he was 40. “Older men, no matter the validation they’d give you, would hold their maturity above your own. I’m not saying most men but… be careful when you’re falling in love with someone who’s seen more in the world than you have.

“They tend to hide that away from you.” 

Her advice, while it’s something to remember, has me laughing as if it is actually a joke. But still, a piece of it was etched into my heart and brain. “I’ve only met him,” I shrug and deny, “I don’t think I’d fall for him that fast.”

She rolls her eyes as if she doesn’t believe it. She says, “With how you two looked at the picture? Some are already saying that you’re smitten. Just as he is. I think you should give him a shot.” 

“Oh, Maman,” my eyes narrowed at the comment, “Don’t believe what you see on the internet.” 

“I’m just telling you what I can see,” she giggles quietly, finally standing up and gestures, “Come on, do you really want to miss out on Lewis winning?” 

“I’m supposed to be rooting for Red Bull,” I mutter to myself, standing as I begin to take her to where the girls are.

At first, I wanted to ask myself why she brought up Toto as if I was meant for him. I wanted to ask her what made her think that I’m even willing to try things out just like the others are thinking. 

But everyone is slowly seeing it as much as I am seeing it. For such a short period, he has already decided to do the things he wouldn’t normally do just to reach out to me. In this busy weekend alone, he’s managed to squeeze me into his schedule no matter how stressed he looked before everything. He acts as if he’s much calmer than me when he has a whole team and another to run. 

Maybe my mother is warning me about the price that relationship may come with. Perhaps she’s afraid that the fate I want for myself isn’t something that I’ll get if I continue on with this.

Or she’s just scared that she’ll have to watch that scene again. But instead of her falling apart, it’s me this time. 

Who knows. 

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[poison--ivory]

Get Back Up Chapter 3

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and nightmares

Anthony didn't know who that slim figure in the doorway was, but he didn't like him. Especially with the way (y/n)'s body flinched when his arm swung around her waist, reeling her into his chest. Her hands came up just in time to put a little barrier between the two, at last his strength broke her blockade and caused her to fall into his grasp. Yet, she still adores that sweet smile on her lips, her gaze fixed on the man holding her and in that moment Anthony couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why (y/n) is so caring to people. 

When she enrolled into culinary school and had that roommate, a complete slut and a backstabbing bitch who made her life a living hell, (y/n) still treated her with respect and wanted to befriend her. In the end that bitch turned her back on her at every twist and corner. But, Cherri and him worked their magic and soon after her social life at that school went further down the toilet. (Y/n) found out a couple of days later and didn’t like how we handled the problem. However, she thanked us for thinking about her and to show her gratitude, took us out for lunch that day.

     Yet with the help of the nightstand lamp he could see a bit in the dim room and he could’ve swore he saw the faint hue of red on her cheeks. However, in this case the man latched on her, didn’t look like he loathed her, on the contrary he held such adoration in his eyes when staring at her. It was when his eyes trailed over to him is when they turned hard and distasteful. The hate that seeped through his skin and consumed his frame, he could tell that this man didn’t see him in a light that a normal human should. His gaping stare was more on the lines of a predator staring down his prey, Anthony knew what danger lingered behind that leering look and that made him. . .uneasy. He tried to match his gaze with a harsh one as well until a split and sharp pain rang throughout the left side of his head. So, he took his gaze off the man and took a big gulp of the tea, which at this point the hot tea that was in his cup was slowly getting lukewarm and the position on the bed made him feel really exposed to this weird fucker.

     He hated feeling weak and defenseless in front of folk and despised the way this new guy stared him down. Squaring his shoulders, even though it felt god damn awful to move right now, but he didn't want to take any chances with this questionable guy, even if (y/n) married him.

Motioning with his strong enough arm, he motioned to the brunette that just intruded in on their conversation.

     "So, uh. . . Who the hell are you?" (y/n)'s eyes widened, rapidly shooting her head back and forth between us and to be honest he really didn't care if he sounded rude. He just wanted to fuck with him, just for the shits and giggles and it seem to phase the man for short second. “(Y/n) didn’t tell me she married a pimp and a good looking one at that.” Her eyes were the size of headlights which was pretty amusing, but he was gauging for more of a reaction from the menacing man standing next to her.

       “Anthony!” Her voice raised a couple octaves before lowering it down to whisper, really broadcasting her motherly side right now. “You shouldn’t say something like that, especially for a first impression.”

He wasn’t gonna muster up any type of energy of fake kindness just to suck up to this son of bitch, not for (y/n) either.

       “What, first impressions are for insecure high schoolers who need validation on whether they look pretty or not. Besides, he hasn’t told me off yet, so relax toots.” The corners of her mouth stretched out into a flat line and I could already sense her screaming ‘I’m done with your shit’ before she could even say anything. “Come on, (y/n) a little bit of harmless flirty won’t kill anyone and besides he seems fine with it.”,puffing out his chest the burning agitated growth in his lungs flared up, but he kept up this bouncy exterior to appear far from an injured animal.

        “Don’t you worry my dear I only came downhere to see how you were doing this morning, yet found you here with. . .this. . .effeminate fellow.” Words fell through clenched teeth, leaving a dark atmosphere to fill the room. (Y/N) finally sensed the tone of the room and, so she latched on to her man's arm guiding him out the room.

        “Come on, Al let's give Anthony some space,” a quiver in her voice and her anxiously attempting to pull his body towards the door, “he’s in very poor condition, right now and you & him bickering is just making it worse.” Successfully shoving him out the door, and before leaving she gave him a warm and soft smile. The door slammed soon after, he could still hear their bickering through his dazed and groggy state. Footsteps grew distant as they carried on down the hallway, voices muffled behind the walls in a way comforted Anthony. Compared to his home life he would wake up to his dad arguing with his mother or one the other family members that dropped by in the morning, he would slothfully fall out of bed knowing that the constant screech match wouldn’t end for an hour or maybe even longer on a bad day. Nonetheless, he drew comfort from the low conversation happening down in the next room. Laying on his side turned to face the door, not knowing if (y/n) was going to come back in with her bright smile, he could even go for a fake one. But, no matter what he tried to think of he kept emulating that bizarre man hovering over him with his overbearing and suffocating aura.

      Anthony was so in thought that he didn’t even realize his mind was drifting off to sleep, his body sinking into the soft linen warmed by his body heat in cased in the thick stacks of blankets. He entered REM sleep in a matter of seconds, Anthony was back at home sitting at the kitchen table in his childhood apartment. His mother rushing back and forth, like a chicken with her head cut off, she ran around preparing for tonight's dinner. My sister Molly sat in front of the t.v. watching a cartoon show, Niss was leaning on the wall, his heated gaze directed towards the door, waiting for someone. The sun outside was, so bright and cheerful compared to our bleak apartment, outside he could’ve sworn he heard children laughter mixed with shoes hitting against the hard cement. A narrator or a small voice enters the enclosed space of the kitchen, his mother unfazed from the new voice speaking. He didn’t notice it before, but the voice seemed to be talking like they were speaking for a while now. They sounded like a chorus of different people talking at the same time, so serene, but assertive? As the voices were speaking it slowly grew darker and rougher, increasing in strength and volume ‘til the point of static rang against my eardrum. His head burst from the high frequency of the many voices, this time they spoke separately making it hard to concentrate on a single non existent body. The pain got so unbearable to the point of grasping at his own head and trying to cover up anything that led to him hearing this ear shattering noise. But, as soon as it started it soon ended, leaving a sharp pinging noise in the air, his face was wet from tears that stung his freshly scratched cheeks. A thump of a door swung shut, his brother moved into the kitchen swiftly, dad traveling in behind him. Taking a seat right in front of Anthony, he avoided eye contact with his dad trying to gain his mom’s attention, but she glued her face to the floor not even looking to meet his gaze when setting the plate of food on the table. His dad’s gaze was directly on him, the voices started speaking up again, yet this time it was only one particular, familiar voce.

It was his own voice talking back at him.

       “Ya have to help her.” He automatically thought about his mother who gets hit every night by his father, but she died years ago. The dead don’t need our help anymore after they’re six feet under. “She needs your help, even if she feels safe.” He wasn’t following, he was mostly leering out the window, hating the freedom most people had when he was growing up. He listened to himself warn him, but something he said stuck out the most to him.

       “He’s never going to let her go, he’ll kill her once he’s satisfied with her companionship. But, the demon has the yearn to feed on flesh and will get his way. You need to be sneaky and clever or he will kill you. Just like the others.”

      The room fell in darkness, and he was surrounded by slippery stone walls. Looking up to the dark sky, rain water hit his face and he could barely see the outline of a silhouette peering over the walls of the cramped cylinder space. Anthony didn’t know why, but he called out for help, yelling til his throat was sore trying to yell over the loud rumbling of thunder. A bright flash of lightning flew across the sky, giving light to the figures' features and what he saw made him freeze in terror. What was supposed to be his eyes were clocks, his teeth were yellow and sharp, his mouth stretched out from ear to ear and his face looked like it was peeling from small creases of wrinkles. Flowing red and black hair soaked from rain pressed against his face, the man made his spine tighten. He couldn’t move, and what made his fear rise was his small chuckling, right then his head spun a full 360 and his limbs bent at weird angles as he slowly descended down the wall. He only stopped once situated, Anthony felt tears sting his face again, crying harder when he started moving directly towards him, and he hated the feeling of being trapped in this inescapable small and tight space. He was half way down, before he stopped again his smile growing even larger than what humanly could be done. The stretching of his skin left small bits chipping off and landing on his face, too afraid to even take his eyes away from the beast he kept the flesh on his terror stricken face. His mouth gaped open, strings of saliva stretched and fell and right when his gaping jaw was wide enough he let go of the wall allowing his disfigured body to fall straight towards him. His body was engulf in a warm encasing of hot flesh, turning his world dark once more.

      Anthony woke up with a jolt the adrenaline in his veins kept the pain at bay as he rushed to the otherside of the room, before going to the door swinging it nearly off its hinges. He darted down the hall, with tears rushing down his face. He needed somebody to be near him, right now even if he felt like a child in the process he wanted, no needed comfort. Warmth radiated from the kitsch as he turned to see a whole family sitting down for breakfast. Three kids stopped eating to stare back at him, (Y/n) shooting straight out of her chair, he could only hear static right now, but he could see her face full of concern written all over it. Yet, the only thing he could keep his attention on was that brunette with the ever stretching smile.

#hazbin hotel human au #Angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #human angel dust #human alastor #nightmares #angel dust's family #human husker #hazbin hotel au #hazbin alastor #demon alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor being a jerk #alastor being alastor #sober angel dust #husker hazbin hotel #angel dust human

[kill-for-cookies]

Missing you, finding you (pt. 2)

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary: after a hard day at work, you come home and see that things aren’t in their proper places...

Words: 1929

Note: @263adder you wanted kidnapped reader? Okay, here we go. 

This is part 2 of this. And guys, I need to know: do you want the story to continue? ‘Cause I do. And hope you too.

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You were walking down the street. Your hands clenched and your name was heard behind you. You didn't care. You were too upset to continue arguing. How could he do this? Go to hell. You didn't want to see the Master again. Although an hour ago, you would never have thought this would happen.

*one hour and 3 minutes ago*

It was a long and tedious day at work. Saturday was coming and you could rest. You stood at the front door and inserted the key. The lock wobbled a little. Weird. It didn't happen in the morning. Or maybe it did. You didn't get much sleep and your lock often broke, though.

When you entered, you took off your heels and dropped your bag on the floor. True bliss. You put your keys on the drawer in the hall. You glanced at the drawer. Things were out of place. So, something was wrong. You never moved them and they were in a certain order.

You were about to turn around and leave, but you were roughly grabbed from behind and held above the floor. You swung your legs and kicked your elbow to get free. While you were struggling, you knocked a couple of things off the drawer. But to your surprise, you managed to get out from the grip.

You immediately turned to your kidnapper, quickly stepping back and not taking your eyes off him. Of course, you didn't have a weapon in your house, but you made your way to the kitchen, to the knife, knocking over a couple of chairs.

Finally, your hand found the rack of knives and grabbed the largest one. But unfortunately, before you could lift it above your head, a rag was held up to your face. The room immediately blurred and spun. Everything went dark in your eyes.

The knife slipped out of your hand. Before you passed out, you had the idea. You should have seen how many kidnappers there were. Apparently, you didn't because of the horror.

*

The Master ran around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers. He was supposed to pick you up today. To put it mildly, he was looking forward to it. Waited so long. He couldn't stand to be away from you for just a week. It always made you smile and laugh. And he loved it.

“Miss…” Master ran out of the TARDIS. He didn't finish his sentence when he saw the mess. His hands, raised and spread, slowly lowered.

Chairs were knocked over and the knife was on the floor, as were a couple of things from the drawer. Obvious signs of a struggle.

There was something on the table. The Master came up to it, wading through the chairs. It was a communicator. It turned on and you appeared on the screen, blindfolded and tied up. The Master's worst nightmare came true. You were kidnapped. You traveled with him and you suffered for it.

Your masked kidnapper came up behind you. Clever. The Master didn't know his face, but in any case, he didn't have long to live.

“You're going to do everything we say.”

“Why?” it wasn't clear whether it was a recording or a live broadcast, but doubts immediately disappeared when you sharply raised your head. You heard him.

“I'm fine. Please don't come here, I'll be fi…” your voice was hoarse and desperate.

You didn't finish your sentence when you hissed in pain. You were roughly grabbed by the hair and pulled. It was difficult to say who was hurting more. You or the Master, seeing this.

“Or we'll kill her” your kidnapper continued, as if you hadn't said anything.

“Oh, there are several of you. That explains why you managed to grab her. If you were alone, you wouldn't be able to handle it. Believe me, I've tested it on myself.”

You couldn't help but smile at the Master's comment. There were good times. When you first met him, you hit him hard when he tried to kidnap you. Of course, the Master did it anyway (the TCE was very convincing), but the bruises didn't go away for a couple of weeks.

Your eyes were blindfolded, but you could have sworn the Master's hands clenched, jaw closed and he was shaking with anger. And you weren't wrong. It was true.

“What do you want?”

“Your TARDIS and knowledge of time travel.”

You knew their plan. Overheard while you were pretending to be unconscious. That was why you tried to talk the Master out of it earlier. Unfortunately, you were no longer given the opportunity to say anything. A rough hand closed your mouth.

You tried to bite it, but this didn't work. This was useless, but this didn't stop you. You couldn't let the TARDIS fall into the wrong hands. Well, not to say the Master's hands were good, but at least, they were better than those of your kidnappers.

“Fine” you could hear the Master sighed. A loud scream of protest escaped from your throat. So loud that hand could hold it down. “But if one hair on her head get harmed...”

“Great. Meet in an hour on the planet Canvaal, Diamond Coast” your kidnapper didn’t allow the Master to finish the sentence. It usually ended badly.

As soon as the screen went black, the Master threw the communicator against the wall. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t want to lose you or the TARDIS. But he had no choice. Damn, the Master wanted you to be here and tell him there was always a way out. He laughed at your naive and childish optimism. But now he missed it so much.

Suddenly, he realised what he had seen. The Master was so preoccupied with the terms of the deal that he didn’t pay attention to it. Before the communicator switched off, your finger hit four times, clearly trying to attract his attention. But why? Apparently, you had a plan. But which one?

And how could he find you… The Master sharply took off and ran to your bag. It wasn't there. Then he started searching all over the apartment. The same thing. The Master remembered you always kept it with you. Oh, you were so damn smart. He loved it in you. He wouldn't lose you or the TARDIS today. Just needed to track your phone.

*

You were hoping the Master noticed your message. The ropes bit hard into your hands. You tried to get out by moving a little. Your wrists rubbed til they bled. It wouldn't heal soon.

You heard your kidnappers began to pack things. No! He couldn't. The Master should have noticed four strikes. Always so attentive. You often damned him for it, but now you hoped he was.

You began to think the kidnappers would actually have the TARDIS when you heard lovely sound. It never seemed so lovely as it was now. The TARDIS. Yes! Your plan worked. You wanted to kiss the Master for that.

You heard retreating footsteps and recognized them as the Master's. So you were in the TARDIS. And silence. He didn't even tell you anything. A little offensive. But it didn't last long. There were screams, cries and pleas for mercy. Not to say you thought it was right, but you were happy. Served them right. Of course, you tried to be right, but that didn't mean you were.

After about seven minutes (maybe more), your hands were free from the ropes and your eyes saw the light, which caused them to close. You were confused this happened only after a considerable amount of time, although the screams ended a long time ago. There was a growing anxiety in your chest. What was he doing all this time?

Now the Master was leaning toward the console, his hands spread wide and gripping the console tightly. He was obviously in a bad mood. When he was ;ike that, it was undesirable to disturb him. Even you. But you should know.

“Why didn't you release me right away?” the Master's face showed he knew what you were leading up to and that was why he became even angrier.

“Kill the kidnappers. Do you mind?”

“Please note, you said it, not me. But that's not what I was talking about. I heard screams. They stopped and only five minutes later you released me. What did you do?” the Master was hiding from you behind the console, so you went around it to see his face.

“Nothing” he disappeared again. This was getting annoying. You went around the console again.

“You're hiding something from me. Tell me” there was a note of authority in your voice.

“I don't know what you're talking about…”

“Enough!” you came close to him, tired of this game. “I'm gonna ask you nice again. What did you do?” it was like you were poking a caged animal with a stick and you clearly made it angry.

“You want to know? Fine! Open the doors and look!”

You'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid of the Master at that moment. You had never seen him so intimidating. At least, not to you. Never yelled at you so fiercely. Yes, there were a couple of times, when you first met him, but it was so long time ago that you forgot it.

You went to the door and opened it. What you saw made your heart prick and your breath catch. In front of you, instead of the planet you were on, there was only void and flying stones. You knew it wasn't there before. The Master blew up the planet.

“I couldn't let them live after they took you from me” now he was standing next to you in the doorway. The Master seemed darker than usual in every sense of the word.

“Who are they? Families who lived on this planet? I understand why you killed my kidnappers and don't blame you for it. But why blow up an entire planet?! There were innocents!” you leaned toward him, closing the distance between you two and such way attacking him.

“Don't you understand? The planet doesn't deserve to continue to exist, because your kidnappers were born on it!” now you were pinned against the unopened door of his TARDIS. It hurt your back. But hurt you the most to see someone you love like that.

“Take me home” somehow you were able to move away from the Master and didn't want to look at him anymore.

“What?” you could hear his eyes widened.

“I won't say it again. Just do it” your voice was quiet but firm.

You heard the Master snorted and walked past you. He pressed buttons and pulled levers. You didn't even look at him. Otherwise, there would be nothing left of him. You would have burned the Master with your eyes. The TARDIS buzzed with displeasure. She didn't like it. She clearly loved you and didn't want you to leave. Of course the TARDIS knew. It was hard to hide anything from her.

“We arrived” you felt his gaze devoured you.

Without a word, you went to the door, hand almost touching the door handle, when the Master's agitated voice stopped you.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Oh, you don't know?” you turned and raised ironically an eyebrow. “Then what I'm going to do will be the right decision.”

With these words, you sharply opened the door and stepped out of the TARDIS, leaving the Time Lord behind and ignoring his requests to return.

#doctor who #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master imagine #the master #the master x reader #the master imagine #dw #dw imagine

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Four: War (Gladiolus x Reader) Chapter Fourteen

After riding a gondola across Altissia, the royal retinue arrived at Maagho all thanks to Famine. They stepped off the boat and Ignis expresses his gratitude. "We do appreciate your guidance, Famine."

"It was my pleasure," she giggled. "I would've made War do it, but she's still a little cranky."

"Gee, I wonder why..." Noctis mumbled, casting his glance towards Gladio.

"So, about that personal tour," Prompto fiddled with his thumbs.

She smiled at him. "Meet me in front of the Leville once you're done here, okay?"

"Will do!"

Famine waved farewell before vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Prompto couldn't stop staring at the spot she once stood and sighed dreamily. Gladio elbowed him in the side, smirking, "You've got hearts in your eyes, loverboy."

"W-Well, I mean she's great! She actually gives me a chance and we've a lot in common! I don't care that she's some immortal being. It's kinda cool, in my opinion." Prompto crossed his arms and stared at the brute. "What about you, huh?"

"What about me?" He asked.

"You've been mopey ever since (Y/n) disappeared. You've got the hots for her!"

"What's your point here, Blondie?"

"At least I'm honest with my feelings. Maybe if you were honest with yours, (Y/n) wouldn't have stormed off." He turned his back to him.

Before Gladio could retort, Ignis intervened. "Please, gentlemen, not in front of the establishment. Wait 'til after our discussion with Weskham."

"Fine..." Prompto pouted childishly.

The group enter the bar after the small dispute between Gladio and Prompto. They noticed only one other patron present as they strolled up to the counter. The man behind the counter, who was cleaning glasses, greeted them. "Welcome to Accordo, lads. Cid mentioned you'd be dropping in. Weskham Armaugh, as you've gathered." He placed the glass down and eyed Noctis. "My word, you've grown, little Prince."

Noctis hummed in confusion, unfamiliar with the man. Hearing his faint hum, Weskham added, "Ah, but of course-you were only a babe at the time."

The raven-haired boy sat the bar and the man gave him his full attention. "So, this is your maiden visit. Enjoying it so far? You doubtless have many questions, so ask away."

Noctis was unsure of the bartender and kept on his guard. "This country is a part of the empire, isn't it?"

Weskham chuckles. "You're wary, I understand. But there's no need to jump at every shadow. Just be aware that the terms of our independence grant the empire free reign to come and go as they please."

Ignis joined Noctis at the bar. "We'll bear that in mind."

"It's admittedly a one-sided arrangement. Most everything we do requires Niflheim's permission, and they wouldn't knowingly permit the Oracle to appear before the public. How our government spun that is quite a mystery. Is there anything else?"

The prince decided to ask about the Oracle. "You really think Luna will make an address?"

"If every recent radio broadcast is to be trusted, absolutely," Weskham answered.

"Where is Lady Lunafreya?" Ignis inquired.

"In the city somewhere, but no one has caught so much as a glimpse of her. The media has been conspicuous in its silence on the matter, which speaks volumes of government intervention. That'd certainly explain the rumors of disgruntled imperial officers leaving the city."

Next, Noctis asked about the empire. "So you see lots of Niffs around here?"

"We do. Sometimes even at my place. Theirs is a familiar presence, and the citizens don't think much of it. Though, the high commander did cause a stir when he showed up the other day."

"Ravus..." the boy mumbled.

"So soon after they felled the Archaean in Lucis, his arrival fuels rumors that they will next come to Altissia. The empire's not content ruling all the land-they want the heavens as well," the bartender said. "Another thing about the high commander: people saw him walking around with a strange object when he first arrived."

The boy's eyes narrowed in puzzlement. "What object?"

"Some people claimed it was a head, but that's absurd."

Gladio was now more interested in the conversation that ever. "A head?"

"Yes. Of course, we've no proof of the accusations."

Suddenly, Gladio turned to exit Maagho. However, he was stopped by Noctis. "Where're you going?"

"Back to the hotel. I need to try and contact (Y/n)," he answered before leaving. He rode the gondola back to where the Leville was located and headed up to the room. Once there, he yanked the summoning orb out of his pocket and called War's true name numerous of times. Pacing back and forth, he waited for her for what felt like hours. Trying again, he called her name multiple times. "C'mon, dammit...!"

After an hour of trying, Gladio was tempted to toss the summoning orb out the window. Instead, he put it back into his pocket and sat on the edge of one of the beds. He trailed his hands through his hair, hanging his head with a heavy sigh.

Out of the blue, a cloud of crimson smoke manifested in the room. From it, (Y/n) emerged. She glared daggers at him, poking his exposed chest repeatedly. "Stop. Doing. That! It's getting annoying!"

Hearing her voice, Gladio lifted his head and flew to his feet. He towered over her shorter form. "You could at least spare me five minutes."

She placed a hand on her hip, her scowl growing sharper by the second. "I could, but I won't. You've got two minutes starting now. Better make it quick, Gladiolus."

"Two minutes is enough." Gladio cleared his throat and decided to make his explanation short. He told her about what Weskham said about the high commander and the possible head he had in his possession.

The redhead's eyes widen at the revelation. "The dullahan's head. How did...?" She shook her head. "That doesn't matter. What does is what that pompous ass plans on doing with it. There's only two possibilities. One is Ravus has managed to gain the dullahan's cooperation by threatening to kill it. The second is he plans on using the head to lure the dullahan out during the rite. Either way, that damned monster is going to be here soon."

War turned on her heels to leave, but she was immediately pulled back when Gladio grabbed her wrist. She nearly lost her balance when he yanked her back towards him. She tried to free herself from him without injuring him. "Let go of me," she growled.

"You didn't give me my two minutes," he declared, staring straight into her (e/c) eyes.

"Fine," she spat. "You've got one minute left. You better hurry and make it worthwhile."

"Then I better speak with action."

"Speak with action? What're you-?"

Her question was abruptly interrupted when Gladio pushed her down on to the bed. She tried to get up as fast as she could, but it was too late. He climbed on top of her, never breaking eye contact even for a second, and trapping her underneath him. She placed her hands against his chest and tried to push him off. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Gladio didn't say a word as he leant down, closing the distance between them. He pressed his lips against hers, fervently kissing her.

(Y/n)'s eyes widen in pure shock, her struggling ceasing as she tried to comprehend what was happening. She didn't kiss back, too shocked to even lift a finger. She remained petrified under the man, losing track of time.

When Gladio pulled away, he kept her pinned to the bed in fear she'd vanish again. His expression was serious as he spoke. "Listen, I'm not the best at apologies. I'm the worst, if I'm being honest, but I want to apologize for what I said that day. I wasn't thinking."

"Great. You apologized. Now explain the damn kiss," she retorted.

"Can't a man express his feelings?" He asked with a chuckle.

"There's no way you're in love with me," she denied vehemently. "No one could love me, especially if they knew my past."

"Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but I know everything," he stated. "I know about all the people you killed all because of how much you trusted Gaius. You think you're a monster, but you're not. You were manipulated by that bastard every step of the way and in the end, he stabbed you in the back. You used Leviathan's power to sink all of Vanaheim so the empire couldn't get their grubby hands on the kingdom and its Crystal."

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "I told you most of that myself."

"The last person you killed was Lady Aubrey, one of the ladies of the castle during your father's rule. Before you killed her, she tried to tell you how Gaius was using you, but you didn't listen."

She couldn't believe what he said. "H-How did you know that...?"

"That morning I was acting weird was the day after the nightmare changed. I was able to change everything except for Vanaheim's fate," he confessed.

"You...manipulated the nightmare?"

"Looks that way. It had a happy ending so I guess it isn't a nightmare anymore."

"Oh, really? And how did it end?" She asked more out of curiosity than anything else.

"I'm making it a reality right now," he said before stealing another kiss.

This time, (Y/n) kissed back. As the kiss continued, she felt the sturdy walls she built around her heart come crumbling down one by one. She was able to regain control of her body and placed her hands on Gladio's cheeks, turning his head slightly to deepen the kiss.

After another minute passes, they break the kiss. Gladio leaned his forehead against hers, enjoying her gentle touch as her thumbs caressed his cheeks. "So, does this mean...?"

She smirked at his hopeful expression. "If you don't mind having a broken, bitchy immortal by your side."

"Hey, you're not as bitchy as when we first met. You still have your moments, but to be honest, who doesn't? And whatever is broken can always be fixed."

"You're the reason I've changed, Gladio," she said. "You're the only other person I've opened up to besides my sisters. Never in a million years did I believe I would ever trust another person with my past. But when you asked me that question in Lestallum, my heart broke. Nice to know that you do trust me, though."

"I was being an ass," he sighed.

"Yeah, you were."

"You still want the orb back?"

She shook her head. "You keep it. I doubt that nightmare will be an issue anymore." She traces the outline of his jaw with her fingers. "Now then, are you gonna let me up?"

"I don't think so." Gladio adjusted their position so he now laid beside the girl. He pulled her into his arms, her head resting against his chest. "As payback for spilling those cup noodles, you're gonna stay right here until I say so."

"All this for a cup of noodles?" She asked. "I mean, it's really not a punishment."

"You desecrated my favorite food."

"It was just noodles in a cup."

"They aren't just noodles in a cup," he stated. "I'll make sure you appreciate them soon enough."

Just then, the door to the room opened. Noctis, Prompto, and Ignis walked into the room, freezing in place when they saw Gladio snuggled up next to War. The blonde was the first to react and grabbed his camera. Before he could take a single picture, the shield threatened him with a glare. "Don't even think about it, Blondie."

"B-But..." Prompto whined.

"Don't you have a date, anyway?"

"Oh, that's right! See ya!" The sharpshooter dashes out of the room.

Noctis glanced at Gladio and (Y/n) with a slightly disgusted look. "You two have no shame..."

War grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at the boy. "Oh, shut it. We know you'd do the same with Lady Lunafreya. And it's not like we were doing something dirty."

Noctis blushes slightly at the mention of his wife-to-be, grabbing the same pillow the girl threw at him to throw it back. "W-Whatever..." He cleared his throat and changed the subject. "Anyway, we need to head to the first secretary's estate tomorrow. What should we do until then?"

"Prompto is preoccupied with his outing with Famine," Ignis stated. "I suggest a leisurely stroll around the city to gain our bearings before the rite."

"Sounds good to me." He raised a brow as he eyed the couple. "You two coming or not?"

"May as well," Gladio said. He freed (Y/n) and they climbed off the bed. The group left the hotel and ventured around Altissia.

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Hours passed and the sun was finally beginning to set. Ignis and Noctis returned to the Leville while Gladio and (Y/n) continued to roam the streets of Altissia. They boarded a gondola just as the sun set to enjoy the nighttime scenery the city had to offer.

War crossed her legs as she sat across from the shield. "So tell me, what else happened in the nightmare?"

"You really that interested?" He asked.

"I would like the know the "what-if" version of my past. Try not to leave any interesting details out."

Gladio smirked in amusement before divulging all the details about the nightmare. He told her how he saved her from Gaius and how they escaped the castle. When he told her about how she stabbed Gaius in the back, she laughed before allowing him to continue. He then mentioned how she was able to unite her soldiers one final time to evacuate all of Vanaheim. Finally, he got to the part where they escaped on a boat and he tried to kiss her, but he woke up before he could.

"As much as that sounds better than reality, I am happy it didn't happen that way. Except for the part where I stabbed Gaius in the back. If I could resurrect the dead, I would resurrect him and stab him in the back."

Gladio was taken aback at her words. "I thought you'd prefer that than reality."

"If it played out like the nightmare, I wouldn't be here right now. Some other soul could've been chosen as the Horseman of War instead of me."

The brute leans forward with a grin on his face. "Is that a back-handed way of saying you're happy we met?"

She twirled a stand of her hair around her finger. "If that's how you want to interpret it, go right ahead."

Gladio leaned back. "Now I know what we need to work on next for you."

"Lemme guess, you want me to be more honest about my feelings."

"Bingo."

(Y/n) thought for a few seconds before sighing. "Aren't I already honest with my feelings?"

"Only the negative ones."

She went to protest, but realized he was telling the truth. "Welp, you got me there. Well played, Gladio."

He chortled triumphantly. "'Bout damn time I won."

"Don't get used to it."

They hopped off the gondola and continued to walk around the city. When the Horseman heard Gladio's stomach grumble, she suggested heading to Maagho for a bite to eat. They traveled to the bar and the shield gladly ordered him and (Y/n) some Maagho Lasanga.

After they ate their meal, they remained at the bar for a little while. They listened to the pianist as his fingers danced across the keys and created a lovely tune.

"Hey," Gladio shattered the silence between him and the redhead. "There's something I wanted to ask you about the Vanaheim Crystal."

"What is it?" She asked.

"How are you able to use its power?"

Unconsciously, she placed a hand over her chest. She lowered her hand before hopping off the stool. "Let's head back to the hotel. It'd be easier to show you."

The two head back to the Leville, but Gladio stopped them in the lobby. He decided to buy a second room for him and her so they could have some privacy. Walking up the stairs, they walk to their room.

Gladio locked the door behind them before giving his full attention to (Y/n). However, his eyes were drawn to her chest when he noticed she was unzipping the front of her outfit. He quickly grabbed her hand before she could expose herself. "Whoa there, firecracker. Don't-"

"Hey, get your head out of the gutter," she said. "Like I said, it's easier to show you." War continued unzipping her outfit once he removed his hand. She released the zipper just as it reached the crevice of her breasts.

Gladio's eyes widened when seeing a crimson shard embedded in her chest just below her collarbone. The Horseman looked up from the shard and noticed his flabbergasted expression. "At birth, the heirs and heiresses of Vanaheim had a shard of the Crystal embedded into their flesh. From this single shard, all of Vanaheim royalty was able to wield the power of the Crystal."

Unconsciously, Gladio reached out to touch the shard but stopped halfway. His actions didn't go unnoticed by (Y/n) and she grabbed his hand before he could retract it. Gently, she placed his hand over the shard to show him he had her permission to touch her. "Whenever a king or queen perished, the shard was removed from their body and returned to the Crystal. But as you know, mine remained."

Gladio traces the shard with his fingers, admiring its beauty. "Guess a fancy ring isn't necessary when you're directly connected to the Crystal."

"It would be safer with a fancy ring, though," she sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"Because the shard is directly infused in one's body, it's more difficult to control the flow of power. Because of that, many kings and queens became ill and died young. My father was one of them. But that's not a problem for me since I'm basically a walking corpse."

She went to zip up her outfit when Gladio removed his hand from the shard, but she was interrupted when he scooped her up into his arms and placed her on the bed. Before she could even react, he wound one arm around her back and lifted her upper body off the bed. He placed his lips on the shard, causing a shiver to creep down her spine. A gasp slipped from her lips. "H-Hold on a second, Gladio...!"

"Sorry, but no can do. We have this room all to ourselves and you bet I'm not gonna let it go to waste. You better prepare yourself for a long night."

She grinned at him. "I don't need sleep like you. You'll crash before me, I bet."

"You're on, firecracker."

#ffxv #ffxv x reader #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv x reader #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #gladio x reader

[joonmonjagi]

My Girl ~2~ Ignorance Isn’t Bliss

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Pairing: NamjoonxOC

Genre: romance, angst

Song Recommended: Conspiracy by Paramore

Summary: Being in an interracial relationship is tough, especially when you have so many people around you telling you that it's wrong. When Namjoon meets his soulmate, Sade, he fails to hit the mark one too many times when it comes to meeting her expectations. However, as much as she wants to push him away, the depth of their love won't let him go away. After all, she's his girl and nothing can ever change that.

Preview: “They had to pick up women. And they didn't choose just any kind of woman. They chose black women. Obvious black women. Did they pick them up because they were black and because hiphop markets scantily clad melanin-rich women shaking their asses, or because they were genuinely beautiful people that they thought had 'dope' style and nice personalities?”

Again, I threw another ball of paper into the trash can, frustrated. Every lyric I tried to write just wasn't working and it was all her fault. I couldn't stop thinking about her. She wiggled her way into every crevice of my mind and warped it. Everything revolved around her, and ironically, she wanted nothing to do with me. This was no love story. This was a story of the death of a relationship once cherished. But even though I prayed it would be mended, I don't even know if it could be.

"Namjoon-ah? Are you still working on lyrics?" Yoongi popped up behind his dongsaeng.

"Ne," I nodded my head.

"I can't seem to get them right. I keep messing up. None of this is any good!" I angrily motioned to the wastebasket beside me.

Yoongi leaned against the side of my desk.

"Can't stop thinking about her?" he asked.

He knew about the entire situation between the fourth oldest member and the 'Sade' he had met while in LA while filming for American Hustle Life. What he didn't understand was why Namjoon didn't just project his feelings into the music. It was just that simple, but he was obviously struggling, and deadlines were coming up, so, hyung had to come and save the day.

"I don't know what it is, hyung. We only stayed in LA for a little while. The entire relationship should have been a fling, but I can't get her out of my head. She didn't want to be with me because I'm not a man? How much more of a man can I become? I've pleased her in ways millions of other girls can only imagine that I'd do to them. I've written poems and sung songs for her. Hell, I even met her parents once! She liked me and I liked her. So why did she break up with me and why can't I get her out of my head?"

Yoongi shook his head.

"No, you loved her. You're this hung up over her? You loved her. And I don't know about her, but it was hard to keep the two of you apart. I'd be willing to bet that she still feels the same way about you. But, in the meantime, until you can work things out, write it down. What do you want to say to her? Let the music speak. What does Kim Namjoon want to say to the woman he loves?"

The smooth rapper pushed off the desk and back-walked to the door.

"When you can figure that out, come find me. We've got music to make and CDs to sell."

'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need

Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

Here we go again, I thought. If yesterday hadn't proven it, today certainly did. I was stuck in an endless cycle punishing myself for pushing away one of the sweetest and most caring people in the world that I know. When I thought about it, though, I couldn't fully blame myself for what I'd done. He didn't understand and if he couldn't then our relationship would be built on nothing but lies, hurt, and ignorance. I couldn't take that. It was too much and it wasn't fair--to either of us.

I questioned myself, though. Often. Was I asking him to do something he wasn't yet ready for? But in a way, I was helping his career. To be the best, you have to watch and study from the best. And in order to do that, you have to know that what you broadcast is something you're actually knowledgeable about. I thought about the first episode of American Hustle Life. After I'd met Namjoon, I decided to watch the show. It was my little way of being with him when I wasn't physically there. And I noticed something, as I'm sure the other millions upon trillions of fans that they had did too. BTS knew hiphop, but they didn't know hiphop. Sure, they knew the basics and knew what they'd seen on their little screens and heard on their little phones, but they were still out of the loop. It wasn't a lifestyle to them. It wasn't til death do you part because it's the only way you have to survive. They didn't understand the severity of it.

Reminiscing over the show, a small smile that slowly simmered into a frown came upon my face as I remembered episode five and six of the "season". They had to pick up women. And they didn't choose just any kind of woman. They chose black women. Obviously black women. Did they pick them up because they were black and because hiphop markets scantily clad melanin-rich women shaking their asses, or because they were genuinely beautiful people that they thought had 'dope' style and nice personalities? I honestly believed it when I told him he had some growing up and learning to do. Just because you date a black woman, doesn't mean you actually want one.

I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a small picture of us at the fair. He'd licked me on the cheek and held me still while I tried to get away. We ended up making out and a security guard had to tell us to go somewhere more private if Namjoon wanted to roll around with 'someone like her'. He understood the hostility in the man's voice, and yet still failed to see why I was so upset. He couldn't see what truly lie behind that man's words. He couldn't see that even though America claims to be open minded and has not an inkling of racism, it lurks beneath us, slinking around, just waiting to destroy lives.

A tear slipped down my cheek.

For someone so smart with top scores, he's so dumb.

#ambw #bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #kim namjoon #rapmon #rm #jimin #jungkook #taehyung #jin #suga #hoseok #bts scenarios

[nctloveclub]

lie to me

pairing | nakamoto yuta x reader

prompt | based off ‘lie to me’ by 5 seconds of summer ; idol reader!au

genre | angst ; mentions of cheating!!

words | 2.1k

Everything reminded you of Yuta to the point where it was annoying. Everywhere you went the littlest things reminded you of the guy who broke your heart. You had broken up almost a year but you couldn’t find yourself getting over him.

You remembered seeing the godforsaken article. You had just got home from practice and you just wanted to relax. You took a brisk shower and changed into more comfy clothes. You were gonna go message Yuta to see if he could call but was met with a bunch of tweets and sympathetic messages from friends.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, quickly opening Twitter. You were met with an article that read “Nakamoto Yuta With Mystery Girl?” You quickly read it, knowing that you haven’t seen Yuta in a couple of days.

Your relationship with Yuta wasn’t public, the both of you deciding it would be best that way. The first couple months felt like a dream. The two of you were happy, but it was exhausting sneaking around from the public. Maybe the relationship was destined to fail, but in the moment it felt right.

You and Yuta laid in king sized bed, the two of you tangled up inbetween the sheets. Your head laid on his bare chest and you could hear the calm beating of his heart. You looked up to see Yuta already looking at you. You see him smile brightly at you, which you also return. You move up to press a kiss to his soft lips.

You break the kiss, the two of you slowly catching your breath. You lay back down, intertwining your fingers with his. “I’m gonna have to leave soon.” You speak, seeing Yuta pout at your words. “Why can’t you just stay with me?” He whines and you laugh at his childishness.

“Because I have to work and I’m having a comeback soon you dork.” Yuta rolls his eyes at your words, “Just reschedule your flight. Stay with me please.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You contemplate staying but your mind is made up once you look into his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, and you found it hard to say no to him.

You let out a dramatic sigh, “Fine. I guess i’ll stay with you.” Yuta smiles brightly once again and moves you up to wrap his arms around you. You lay your face at the crook of his neck and place soft kisses on his skin. “I love you.” Yuta murmurs into your head.

“I love you too.”

His words felt like a lie. You remember seeing all the sad messages from your close friends.

“I’m sorry y/n.” “I can’t believe that dickhead.” “You deserve so much better.”

It felt like a punch in the face at the time. You quickly exited Twitter and furiously texted Yuta.

To the loml <3: [20:07]

what the fuck is this?

is this true?

[link attachment]

From the loml <3: [20:09]

I’m sorry y/n

I was gonna tell you

To the loml <3: [20:09]

forget about it

we’re through

goodbye yuta

That was the last thing you’ve ever said to Yuta. The other members had tried to reach out to you but you always replied half heartedly. You felt bad, they didn’t do anything wrong. But you knew if you kept in touch you’d most definitely see Yuta and you couldn’t put yourself through that.

After the article was released, you’d seen another a month later.

“Nakamoto Yuta Announces His Relationship!”

You burst into tears after reading it, seeing everyone be so supportive of it. Why couldn’t he announce his relationship with you? How could he? You wiped your tears away and continued to work on your music. The room was quiet except for the constant ‘ding’ coming from your phone. Just seeing the sympathetic messages brought you back to tears.

Yuta had broken your heart but you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

Now here you are, sitting on your bed with papers scattered all over it. It had been months since your last comeback and everyone noticed your sudden change in appearance and mood. But you finished promotions and decided to go on a short hiatus, to the dismay of your fans.

You had written some songs during the hiatus, all of them referencing your relationship with Yuta. You really did try to get over it but it was tough. NCT was getting more popular and you literally started seeing his face everywhere. You kept in touch with some members though. Johnny and Mark occasionally checked up on you.

So now you were in a slump and your company wanted you to have a comeback. The songs you had written were all love songs and it made you angry. What had gone wrong with your relationship with Yuta? Was it something you did?

You decided to scroll through social media and you noticed a picture that appeared on your timeline. It was a picture of Yuta and his girlfriend. The one that he had cheated on you with. You feel yourself getting angry and your eyes start to tear up.

You quickly jotted down lyrics and decided that this song wasn’t gonna be a love song.

A couple of months had passed and your mini album had just been released. Your feedback to the album was mostly positive and multiple articles had started appearing about you.

“Who is Y/N singing about in song ‘Lie To Me’?”

Soon you had to go to broadcasts and sing your song live. You were partially excited, since you were singing your new song, but you found out NCT 127 was also gonna attend. It was gonna be a long night.

You arrived at Inkigayo and walked the red carpet. The flash was blinding and quickly made your way to your assigned table. You stop in your tracks when you spot a familiar face. You see Yuta nearby, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend. You see him turn around and his eyes meet yours.

Your heart nearly stops and you quickly turn around, making your way to your seat. You try to steal quick glances towards Yuta–who was sitting two tables away from you–but he doesn’t look twice.

It’s nearing your performance of Lie to Me and you’re fucking nervous. This was the first time you’re performing it live and the person you wrote it about is sitting in the crowd.

You hear the MCs announce your name and you’re quick to move. You make your way to the microphone and the band starts to play.

I saw you looking brand new overnight

I caught you looking, too, but you didn't look twice

You look happy

You look happy

Your eyes move over the crowd, and you could feel Yuta’s eyes burning into you. You quickly avert your eyes to anywhere but him.

Flashing back to New York City

Changing flights so you'd stay with me

Remember thinking that I got this right

The memory flashes in Yuta’s mind and he finds himself smiling, but the smile is gone as quick as it came.

Now I wish we'd never met

'Cause you're too hard to forget

While I'm cleaning up your mess

I know you’re taking off her dress

And I know that you don't

But if I ask you if you love me

I hope you li-li-li-lie

Lie to me

Yuta wasn’t dumb. He realized that the song was about him the moment he heard it. But seeing you sing it live, right in front of him, made it feel different.

It's three A.M. and the moonlight's testing me

If I can make it 'til dawn then it won't be hard to see

That I ain't happy

I ain't too happy

Your eyes are starting to feel glossy and you think almost everyone can notice. They probably think that it’s part of the act. But your eyes land on Yuta again and he’s staring right at you.

Flashing back to New York City

Changing flights so you'd stay with me

Problem was I thought I had this right

Yuta knows that your tears are real, that the emotion is actually real. No one knew that this song was about him. And now he saw how much he really affected you. Your eyes meet his and you quickly look away, but Yuta can’t help the slight pang he felt in his heart.

Now I wish we'd never met

'Cause you're too hard to forget

While I'm cleaning up your mess

I know you’re taking off her dress

And I know that you don't

But if I ask you if you love me

I hope you li-li-li-lie

Lie to me

Yuta feels his heart getting heavy and he can’t help the guilt he feels. He feels guilty for cheating and he wishes he never did. He wished he acted like an adult and told you. But he couldn’t go back. ‘Why are you so guilty now?’ He asks himself, but he can’t answer the question. He doesn’t think he can ever answer it.

Yuta couldn’t deny the guilt because he knew that he deserves it. He couldn’t deny that he still had feelings for you.

Singin'

Li-li-li-lie, li-li-li-li-li-lie

Li-li-li-li-li-lie, li-li-li-li-li-lie

Yuta feels himself look away from you, turning towards his girlfriend who was invested into the song. Yuta places his hands on top of hers and she turns to give him a bright smile. Yuta forces a smile back but couldn’t help the feeling of longing in his heart.

And I know that you don't

But if I ask you if you love me

I hope you li-li-li-lie

Lie to me

You finish the song and you could feel the tears that fell from your eyes. You hear everyone clap and you bow multiple times before leaving the stage. You quickly wipe your tears and make your way to the closest restroom.

You decided to let your manager that you were gonna leave early. You were glad they didn’t ask why and ten minutes later you were on your way home. You entered your apartment and went to go shower.

After you changed and decided to eat dinner, ordering some food from your phone. You sit on your couch wrapped in blankets and watch a movie, waiting for your food to arrive.

Thirty minutes later you hear a knock on your door. You rush to open the door and your heart stops at the sight. Yuta is standing at your door, his girlfriend nowhere to be seen.

“Y/n-“ You quickly go to shut the door but he catches it. “Please let me in.”

“Why should I? What are you doing here?” You ask angrily. “Please let me in.” He pleads, giving you sad eyes, something that you couldn’t ever deny. You let him in and he goes to sit on your couch. You slowly make your way towards him, sitting a reasonable distance away from him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask timidly. Yuta moves to bring you into arms, pulling you into a hug. He buries his face into your shoulder, murmuring quietly. “What?” You ask, trying to pull away from him.

“I miss you.” You freeze at his words. You feel several emotions at once. You feel anger first. How could he miss you when he was the one that left? He cheated and broke your heart, he doesn’t get to miss you.

You feel confusion next. Then you feel sadness. You break down into tears at his words and he’s quick to comfort you. “You’re an asshole Yuta.” You whisper, wiping away your tears.

“I know. I’m sorry. I miss you so much.” He speaks. “Why now? You seemed better off without me.”

“Don’t say that y/n. She was never you. I heard your song when it first came out and I never realized how much I really hurt you and it killed me seeing like this.” He pauses to wipe the stray tear that fell. “I miss you so much Y/n. I still love you.”

You wrapped your arms Yuta and the two of you laid on your couch, which was not big enough for the two of you. You laid on top of Yuta, your face at the crook of his neck. His hands rubbed smooth circles on your back and you fingers interlocked with his.

You feel yourself getting sleepy and you eyelids start to close. “What about your girlfriend?” You ask. “We’ll talk in the morning.” Was the last thing you heard from Yuta before you fell asleep.

The two of you slept peacefully. It felt comfortable. It felt natural. You felt safe in Yuta’s arms and Yuta felt at home with you. You could only hope for so much the next morning. But for now, everything was fine.

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[pug-bitch]

That’s not why I’m going (24)

I can’t believe we’re alone

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and a VERY steamy scene. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18. 

Word count: 4,875 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up right after Drake and Amara take off for the cabin in Portavira, starting with Maxwell’s POV.

*****

‘Alright Amara, that sounds good. Yep, you two get some air, ok? We’ll be fine. No, no, don’t worry about us, I promise, Bertrand and I are gonna take good care of Hana. Love you, see you tomorrow!’

Maxwell hangs up, and turns to Bertrand and Hana, seated on his left in the towncar.

‘Are they ok?’ Hana asks.

‘They’re fine! They’re going to Jackson’s cabin in Portavira until the event on Monday. Amara needs a breather, and I think Drake too.’

Bertrand nods. Maxwell had expected his brother to protest, but ever since they’d talked about their father together, something in him had changed. ‘Then they need to do what’s best for them,’ Bertrand chimes in, surprisingly.

Max is taken aback, but he smiles at his brother. ‘Yeah. That being said, Drake wants to grill tomorrow night and he invites us over, that way we’ll be that much closer to Penelope’s estate.’

‘Oh my God that sounds great!’ Hana says excitedly. ‘I can’t wait to see the cabin!’

Max glances at his brother, who is suddenly looking out the window, his lips pursed. ‘Bertrand, Amara said you’re invited. Come with us!’

His face lights up, and Max’s heart sinks. How many times had he excluded his brother, simply because they didn’t have the same notion of fun? Bertrand clears his throat and says ‘I unfortunately cannot. I’m, um… I have to meet with Prince Liam tomorrow in the late afternoon. About Father and how to go about it.’

Max nods. He and Bertrand had discussed the matter, and both agreed that it was time to stop the blackmail. But first, they needed to talk to Liam and make sure they did it right. After that, they would find a time and a way to openly discuss their father’s secret with the court, and the country, which would allow them to both stop paying off Albert --and, most logically, to let him go--, and to advocate for LGBTQ rights. Max had suggested that they give the money that served to buy Albert’s silence to an association. Bertrand had loved the idea. Of course they wouldn’t be able to do it every month, but once in a while was important.

Max was not surprised that his brother was supportive. Ever since he’d told him about their father’s secret, Maxwell couldn’t stop thinking about the year he came out as bisexual, to both his dad and brother, when he was 18. He was terrified of their reaction, but Bertrand had been nothing but supportive, and although talking about it made him blush, he even encouraged Max to bring his girlfriends or boyfriends home as he pleased. Their father simply gave him a pat in the back, and told him this only sentence: ‘You are who you are, son, in the privacy of your own life.’ Max had always thought it was because his father did not want a stain on their reputation. But now he knew he was hurting from his own lie and simply didn’t know how else to deal with it.

As a result, Max never really came out publicly, just to his friends, and whenever he dated men, he did so in a discreet manner, avoiding the spotlight. With his party boy reputation, he was sure that, if he was ever caught by a photographer kissing a man, it would just be shrugged off as ‘Maxwell Beaumont is so silly! He kisses boys when he’s drunk, what a scamp!’

Max didn’t care, though. His friends knew him, he knew himself, and that’s all that matters.

But maybe this was the moment? Maybe not. If he came out publicly now, some old school, ignorant bigots would probably claim that queerness is hereditary, and that would hurt the cause more than help it. Maybe he’d be public about it one day, but not now. He didn’t feel the need to, anyway.

Max was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that they had arrived at Ramsford. It would be weird to be here without Dramara. In such a short time, Amara had become so important to him, like a sister, the sister he never had. Funnily enough, if he had had one, he would have never been able to sponsor Amara for the competition, and the rest is history.

‘Are you alright, Maxwell?’ Hana asks sweetly.

He squeezes her hand and responds, ‘Yes hun. I’m glad you’re here. Let’s go have fun!’

*****

Olivia looks at her phone. Her fucking phone, the origin of all this bullshit. A text from Amara, after dodging about 4 calls from her. She wasn’t the worst person to talk to, far from it, but Olivia just didn’t feel like talking right now. Still, she opens the text.

Wanna come to Drake’s cabin tomorrow night for a barbecue? You can stay over, the whole gang is coming. Please, Liv?

She rolls her eyes, but quickly responds.

Yes. Stop harassing me, I’ll come.

The dots appear, and soon another text.

Ok, I’ll leave you be. Just please tell me if you’re ok, and please promise you’ll call if you need anything.

She rolls her eyes again, but deep down, she’s grateful that someone’s in her corner.

Yes and yes.

Without giving Amara any more time to respond, Liv throws her phone at the bottom of a drawer. She doesn’t want to see it right now. She hates to admit it, but the perspective of slumming it in a dirty cabin tomorrow is refreshing. She needs out of this mess, even if it means staring at Walker’s antler collection.

As she’s about to get into more comfortable clothes, she hears a knock. ‘Liv? It’s me.’

Liam. Just who she doesn’t want to see.

But she’s gonna have to face him at some point. ‘Come in.’

As he carefully enters her room, she corrects her posture, and makes a point of maintaining eye contact with him. Fake it til you make it, right?

‘How you holding up?’ he asks, while closing the door behind him.

‘I’m fine.’

Was she, though? She’s not ashamed of having casual sex with a hot man who happens to work for her, not at all. She’s not one to be bashful about those things.

No, that’s not what’s bothering her. She saw Liam’s face fall when he opened his envelope. She saw the disappointment. So sure, she could be mad at him for taking her for granted all their lives, and for holding up to a double standard. As Amara pointed it out, he’s upset at her banging someone else when he has a literal litter of women pursuing him? That’s not fair.

But she knows he knows. She knows he realizes why she’s banging Ilya.

To forget him, to pretend that everything is ok, even if he doesn’t choose her, even when he doesn’t choose her.

That’s not how a Queen would deal with things.

‘Liv, tell me the truth. We both know you didn’t do anything wrong, but it can’t be easy, having your private life broadcasted like that--’

‘I’m fine, Liam,’ she repeats, her tone as cutting as possible.

Liam throws his hands in the air and responds, ‘Alright. Whatever you say.’ He gestures to the ottoman next to her bed, and raises his eyebrows at her. She nods, and he sits down. ‘I, um… I’m sorry that happened, for what it’s worth. I’ll do whatever it takes to find who did this.’

‘Liam, we both know who did this. Madeleine.’

Liam nods. ‘She’s part of it for sure. But I discussed it with Drake and Amara, and they both agree that she couldn’t have done any of this alone. Logistically, it’s not possible.’

‘No shit,’ Liv says. ‘Ask yourself the right questions, Li.’

‘What do you mean?’

She sighs. ‘Just be careful who you trust.’

He nods, visibly not comprehending everything. ‘You’re right.’

She can tell he’s watching his mouth around her, he’s tiptoeing around the problem, and it kills her. Fuck it, she thinks. She’ll just ram right into it.

‘Not much of a royal attitude I have, huh?’ she asks bitterly.

Liam chuckles, and looks at his feet. ‘I don’t know why you’re saying this. You can do whatever you want, and in fact, you know as well as I do that many nobles are not monogamous, so…’

‘But they don’t really fuck the help, do they?’

She didn’t mean to sound so condescending. That’s not her. She doesn’t look down at commoners the way that Neville does, for instance. But it just came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She’s not going to correct herself, that’s not her either.

‘Liv, I don’t judge you. I promise. You and I never established--’

‘Yeah yeah, I get it, we never had anything worth keeping. Now please get out, I’m tired. I won’t join for dinner, but tomorrow I’ll be at breakfast. Bye, Liam.’

He opens his mouth to respond, but quickly gives up, sighs, and heads towards the door. ‘See you tomorrow, Livvy.’

As he closes the door, tears flow to her eyes. He hadn’t called her that since childhood, since their sleepovers. ‘Night, Livvy,’ he would say, while they were counting the stars on his bedroom ceiling.

No, she won’t cry. Not today. She can still breathe.

*****

Drake can already feel himself relax as they’re getting closer to the cabin. He can tell that Amara is relaxing too, judging from the way she started to chat excitedly once they were about half an hour away from the capital.

‘Look at these birds, Drake! So pretty!’

He turns his head towards her, and smiles upon seeing that she is peacefully smiling at the fauna they are passing on the country road. Part of him was scared that she wouldn’t enjoy the countryside, what with her being a New Yorker, but he can see that he was wrong.

‘I hope you like the cabin,’ he says. ‘It’s very remote but it has everything we need.’

She nods. ‘Of course I’ll like it! I’m not in a state of mind to complain about the lack of wifi, believe me. I’m excited to get away!’

Drake chuckles. ‘Heh, there’s actually wifi in there, you know. I’m there quite often and I like being able to watch movies and TV shows. So you see, it’s more modern than you thought already!’

She smiles and takes his hand, placing it on her thigh where she grips it tightly. ‘Thank you for taking me, Walker. It’s exactly what we need right now.’

‘You’re welcome, it’s literally my pleasure. I’m looking forward to just us.’

‘Me too. Just us, no talking about anything upsetting, ok?’

He nods enthusiastically. ‘Absolutely. No investigations, right?’

‘I’m putting all of this on hold, I promise,’ she responds. ‘Can I just ask you something, one last thing, before we get there?’

His heart tightens. ‘Tell me.’

She sighs deeply. ‘Do you think our friends are ok? I think Hana is, but Liv? Max and Bertrand after all the talk about their father?’

‘I think so. Max is stronger than you think. It may look like Bertrand is the rock of the family, and in a lot of ways he is, but Max is emotionally very strong. Healthy emotions, no repression.’

Amara nods. ‘I see that. I just…’ she shakes her head and stays silent.

‘What babe? Tell me.’ He squeezes her hand.

‘I know Max had a complicated relationship with his father, and he told me that when he came out to him, Barthélémy’s reaction was...underwhelming. Now that we know what we know, there’s definitely a lot to unpack there. I wonder if Max needs to talk about it. I just want to be there for him the way he was for me. For us.’

There it is. Amara is such a good friend, she tends to put herself second, Drake knows that about her already. ‘You are there for him, Suarez. You’re just taking an evening off. We’ll see them tomorrow. He’s not alone.’

He’s squeezing her hand still, eyes on the road. He doesn’t want to look at her, because if he does right now, he may never look away again. His hand feels warm, entangled with hers, and he has trouble defining what he feels. Warmth, happiness maybe. A furious need to be there for the woman he loves and admires so much.

A ravaging fear of letting her down.

*****

‘This is amazing, Drake,’ Amara whispers as they both walk into the cabin.

She takes it all in; the wood panels, the rustic, simple furniture, the smell of fresh air and lavender. She noticed tons of lavender everywhere in the front yard as they got out of the car.

‘Really?’ he asks, visibly nervous.

She knows he has always compared himself to Liam, and that he has an inferiority complex. She just has no idea why. No one could look at this amazing man and think he’s inferior to anyone.

She has just walked in, and yet she feels a thousand times more at home here than she has ever felt in the palace. Or even in her own apartment in Brooklyn, which had always felt like the wrong place. The only place she had ever felt this way about was her parents’ house in the Philadelphia suburbs. A small, modest house, but in a nice neighborhood, and with a huge backyard where she and Sergio would run around when they were kids, and later on, lay in the sun with books and drinks. Their dad still lived there with Nancy, he never had the heart to sell it, and probably never would. When you lose so many people, you want to hold on to the feeling of truly belonging somewhere. That house was like a family member.

That’s how she feels now. Like home.

‘Yeah, really,’ she replies, a little twinge in her voice. ‘I love it.’

Drake rubs his neck awkwardly and smiles at her. ‘Do you want a tour? I’ll give you some toiletries and maybe some clothes until Max brings your stuff. Sav still has a room here, and lots of things in her closet.’

Amara nods. She closes the distance between them and grabs Drake’s hand. ‘Thank you,’ she whispers in his ear, before kissing his neck. ‘I’m not sure we’re gonna need clothes, but ok.’

Drake’s face breaks into a wide grin, as he captures her lips into a deep kiss. They both lose themselves in the moment and Amara feels her head spin. She throws her arms around him, and he pulls her closer.

‘Fuck, I can’t believe we’re alone,’ he whispers, his voice raspy.

Amara has to stop herself so as to not rip off his shirt. After all, this is the finest denim, it should be treated carefully. With shaky hands, she impatiently unbuttons it and throws it on the ground, before pulling off his T-shirt. She’d missed feeling him close to her. Ever since the wave of paranoia, they had barely had the opportunity to be alone, and even when they were, they had to be careful.

No more being careful here, though. Drake responds by unzipping her floral dress and letting it drop to the floor, without ever interrupting their kiss. She can feel his hardness against her, and she can’t wait any longer to set it free. Her hands explore his stomach, then venture south where they undo his belt and unzip his jeans. Amara can’t help but let out a moan upon touching his big, hard cock. She wants it, she wants him really badly. She pulls down his boxers, and lets her hands roam all over his naked body.

He guides her to the kitchen island, a square, wooden cabinet on which Drake hoists her up swiftly, still kissing her. Once she is seated, he spreads her legs open with a movement of his knee, and Amara feels her core burning. She grabs his cock in her hand, drawing a low groan from Drake, and proceeds to pull her own panties to the side. He stops her in a swift hand motion, and pulls down her underwear so quickly that a yelp escapes her mouth.

With one hand on her pussy, he unhooks her bra with the other, and then caresses her breasts softly and lovingly. Amara can’t take it anymore, she’s so wet that she’s worried she will flood the island. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispers. ‘Please.’

He slides two fingers inside her at once, and explores her core in circular motion. She moans tirelessly, hungry for more.

‘You’re so wet,’ he whispers into their kiss.

‘I want you,’ she groans, impatient. ‘Now, Drake, please.’

But he continues to tease her clit with his thumb, his index and middle fingers still inside her. She bucks her hips and grinds his hand, moaning louder and louder. His impossibly hard cock is resting on her thigh, and she feels him getting impatient too, as he pushes himself closer and closer to her. Finally, he puts his tip on her entrance, and Amara can’t help herself but moan loudly in relief. She needs him now, why is he making her wait?

When he pushes himself into her, he lets out a long and deep groan, as if he had been waiting to enter her for hours. She would like it to last, she really would, but she is so close to orgasming from the anticipation, and she knows he’s close too. Too bad, she thinks, they’re gonna have to do it again later and savor the moment more. For now, she wants him to fuck her senseless.

*****

They had come together and it had been mind blowing. Still giddy and shaky from the orgasm and the closeness he had shared with Amara, Drake poured two whiskeys and smiled as he watched her put her dress back on.

‘You look beautiful,’ he says.

‘You look beautiful too, Walker,’ she responds playfully.

He walks towards her and kisses her on the lips as he gives her a glass of whiskey. He felt totally relaxed. Not to mention it felt good to be as loud as they want. No more muffled sounds, no more stress about who might hear. Over here, no one could.

Even the location of the cabin was pretty secret, as it was not on an official road. You’d need to know where to go. Max knew, of course, and so did Liam, but that was about it. Drake wasn’t even sure if Liv had ever been here.

‘Do you want to go sit in the backyard?’ he asks.

She nods, excited. ‘Yes! Let’s enjoy the sun.’

They had to wipe down two chairs; Drake hadn’t been at the cabin in a while and everything was covered in pollen outside. He couldn’t stop smiling, he was simply loving life too much right now. What more could he want? He was away from everything, with the woman he loves.

‘What’s up with the goofy grin, Walker?’ Amara asks cheekily.

Drake chuckles. ‘You know exactly what’s up.’

‘Oh, you’re feeling smug because you drove me crazy and made me wait forever?’ she responds with a grin.

‘Heh, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Suarez.’ He takes her hand and kisses it. ‘It’s just that… you know.’ She raises an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. He obliges. ‘I love you.’

Her face lights up. ‘I love you too.’

They sit outside, side by side, their whiskey in hand, for a while. Then, Drake breaks the comfortable silence. ‘I didn’t even give you a tour.’

‘I saw the kitchen island, that’s all that counts, right?’

He laughs. ‘Do you want to see upstairs? It’s not much but…’

‘I’d love to see upstairs. Let’s go.’

He guides her to Sav’s room first, and shows her to the clothes she’s welcome to borrow. She looks at the framed pictures of the two Walker kids, tracing the frames with her fingertips, not saying a word. She stops at a group photo, including a younger gang: Max, Drake, Liam, Kiara, and Savannah. ‘Wow,’ she says, ‘you know this pic is old when Maxwell doesn’t have his hippo tat yet!’

Drake laughs heartily. ‘Exactly. We were kids.’

‘You were cute. Very broody. Just like now…’

He shows her his bedroom next, the same one he lived in on weekends when he was young. He changed it all though, he didn’t keep it intact the way Sav did. He wanted this place to make him feel like an adult, unlike his room at the palace, which made him feel like a teenage mooch. He’d thought of taking the master bedroom in the cabin, now that his dad had passed and his mom was back in the States. But he couldn’t bring himself to move in. Couldn’t get past his dad’s lingering presence, which made him ache still. So, he had turned his teenage bedroom into something more adult, with fewer posters and more artwork, a bigger bed, better sheets, and even a loveseat for when he wanted to read in the evenings.

‘Drake, this is beautiful,’ Amara whispers. ‘Very nicely decorated, and so tidy. I’m impressed.’

‘Did you expect a bachelor pad?’ he asks, a smile on his face.

She laughs. ‘Not really. I know you’re tidy. I just expected something different. More of a time capsule, less of adult you.’

He nods. ‘I do what I can.’ He smiles at her and wraps his arms around her. ‘The bathroom is next door, feel free to take what you need. Mi casa es su casa, ok? I’m gonna go to the store to get some food for tonight and tomorrow. Any requests?’

‘Just one,’ Amara responds, her face lighting up. ‘Can I come with you?’

*****

Olivia had ventured out of her room right before dinner to get some food. She’d thought of asking Ilya to bring her some, but she didn’t feel like talking to him today at all. He’d called her several times, but she didn’t pick up, so he’d sent her many apology messages. She’d reply another time. She didn’t want him to feel guilty about something that had never been wrong to begin with.

She wasn’t even hungry, so she’d pecked at her food while she was watching Killing Eve on her iPad. Something about assassins helped her relax.

When she heard a knock on her door, she debated playing dead. She was sure it was Liam again, to try and convince her to come down for dinner. She was in no mood to talk to him again.

‘Liv, it’s Rashad.’

She sat up, startled. She and Rashad were far from being close, but they respected each other, and enjoyed each other’s company at official functions, as two cool, cynical people. Maybe he wouldn’t be annoying, who knew. So, for some reason, she went and opened the door.

‘Hey Liv,’ he says nonchalantly, ‘can I come in? I come bearing gifts.’ He holds up a plate of pastries and a bottle of vodka.

‘Fine,’ she responds coldly, even though the sight of the vodka made her heart skip a beat. She was almost out of scotch, so this was good timing.

He closes the door behind him. ‘I won’t pry, I won’t ask questions. Let’s just gorge on éclairs and drink the entire bottle of vodka. Ok?’

She takes one too many seconds to respond. ‘It’s 7. You should be at dinner.’

He shrugs playfully. ‘Eh, I’m not in the mood. All of the interesting people are gone someplace or other tonight. I was starting to regret staying at the palace, but then I remembered that at least, one interesting person remains. Hidden, here, in your lair. So, here I am.’

Liv represses a smile. ‘Fine. But we’re watching my show.’

‘What is it?’ he glances at the screen. ‘Oh, Killing Eve. Love it. Do you have any glasses?’

Olivia nods. ‘Yes. Glasses are over there. Make mine a triple.’

*****

‘We have to buy these. Oh, and these!’ Amara gestures at all kinds of cheeses.

Drake laughs, ‘Hey, hold on, we’re gonna need a bigger basket if you continue.’

She pouts, ‘But the cheese… we can’t get anything that good in the US!’

‘Ha, I know. Alright, let’s take it all. If you and I don’t eat it, Max will tomorrow.’

Amara was delighted. Sure, it was a simple grocery store, about twenty minutes from the cabin, still in the middle of nowhere in Portavira. But that’s exactly what she loved about it. No frills, no court, no bodyguards, no one watching them, just Drake. She was dying to do more normal people stuff with him, was aching to get away from it all. She was still feeling guilty about leaving Max, Liv, and Hana when they needed her, but the guilt was starting to fade away as she felt more and more comfortable in this new, amazingly simple routine with Drake.

He’d chosen fish fillets for tonight, that he would bake in the oven, accompanied by rice and vegetables. She was enjoying looking at him, at how happy he was, conceiving a menu and describing to her how he would cook the ingredients. He also picked up hamburger patties and sausages for tomorrow’s barbecue, as well as some crudités and snacks. Eggs for breakfast, bacon, fruit. He was thinking about everything.

‘Do you want me to make a dessert for tomorrow?’ Amara asks.

‘If you want to, that would be great,’ he smiles as he’s putting peaches in his basket.

‘I could make a pineapple cake,’ she says excitedly.

‘Sounds awesome.’

She kisses his cheek, excited to be a part of the hosting process, even though she is fully aware that Drake is enjoying himself doing all the prep. She can’t help but imagine what life could be like if they just escaped court, and had a regular job, without any blackmailers or sneaky bodyguards. She lets herself dream for now, because she knows in a couple of days, they’ll have to report back to Penelope’s, and by next weekend, Liam will have chosen a Queen. Amara tries to chase all stressful thoughts from her head. Maybe everything will fall into place, that’s what she needs to hold on to.

*****

‘The sexual tension is phenomenal,’ Rashad murmurs, absentmindedly biting into a small puff pastry.

‘Shh,’ Liv says, ‘you’re misreading the show, so shut up.’

Rashad scoffs, and pauses the video, to Olivia’s dismay. ‘Hold on,’ he slurs, already drunk after three very generous shots of vodka, ‘are you telling me you’re not watching this for the character interactions?’

Liv rolls her eyes. ‘No. That’s unimportant. What matters is the murders, Rashad.’

He giggles. ‘Oh, Nevrakis. You are definitely something.’

She tries to stop the smile from reaching her lips, but she can’t this time. The vodka, the sweet, sweet murderous TV show, the pastries, and Rashad’s comforting presence are making her feel warm inside. She almost presses play, but hesitates. Finally, she says, ‘Thanks for coming tonight. I, um. I thought I needed to be alone, but I appreciate the support.’

He nods, finishing his shot in one gulp. ‘Of course. It’s appalling what they’re doing.’ He puts a hand on his mouth. ‘Sorry kid. I said I wouldn’t talk about it.’ He makes a zipper gesture on his lips.

Liv sits up. ‘No, it’s fine. I started talking about it. You can. I’m an idiot who fucked her bodyguard and sexted with him, please chime in.’

Rashad grabs the vodka and pours a shot for Liv, and one for himself. ‘No, you’re not an idiot. In fact, I think you’re as far away from being an idiot as humanly possible, you know. The blackmailer, that’s an idiot. Or several idiots. Like, outing a person? That’s fucking horrible. That can ruin a life. And then what, broadcasting nude pics of someone else?’

Liv laughs. It’s funny how she never stopped to consider how Ilya felt about his penis being printed and distributed to everyone. She’d have to check in with him later. ‘You’re right. Thankfully for him, he’s well endowed. Otherwise it could have been embarrassing.’

Rashad laughs earnestly. ‘Right? I mean come on, the people responsible for this shit are really backwards. They think being gay is a scandal. They think casual sex with the bodyguard is a scandal. You’re above that, Liv. And if that whole thing prevents you from moving forward in the competition, well you deserve better than this country. Than--’

‘Than Liam?’ she interrupts.

Rashad falls silent for a few seconds. She caught him off guard. ‘That’s not what--you know I meant no disrespect. I know you two have history.’

She nods. ‘You know Amara, right?’

‘Yeah. The American woman, very nice. Spoke to her before brunch.’

‘She agrees with you. She thinks I deserve better. I never stopped to think about it in those terms before she mentioned it. And now you mentioned it.’

‘Again, Liv, I meant no disrespect.’ His words aren’t slurred anymore. Olivia can tell he feels bad, and it sobered him up.

‘No worries. I’m starting to get it.’ She chugs her shot, and gestures for Rashad to pour her another, which he does.

‘Cheers, Nevrakis,’ he says, raising his glass.

‘Cheers.’ She turns off her iPad. She needs something else right now, something to keep her mind off of all the shit that’s happening. She thinks of Little Beaumont and his answer to everything. She shrugs. Maybe he had a point. No harm in trying, right? ‘Hey Rashad, wanna play Never Have I Ever?’

*****

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[the-observant-frisbeetarian]

Chapter 5

We’ll Meet Again by George deValier

Sunday 30 January, 1944

Dear Arthur,

I hope this letter reaches you all right. Just a quick note to let you know that all is well. I can't say much… the censors monitor everything we write, and they might cut it out.

We arrived here the other day. Pretty messed up landing but we are getting on our feet. Hope you are well!

From Alfred.

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Sunday 6 February, 1944

Dear Arthur,

Things getting better. This place is amazing, but I miss… England. Yeah. I think about England all the time. I can't wait to get back to… England.

Still can't say a lot, but… let's just say the Krauts have good reason to be pretty darn scared now that the Americans are here! Oh, and the Canadian too. Matthew sends his greetings!

From Alfred.

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Tuesday 15 February, 1944

Dear Arthur,

Sorry these letters are so short - we're not supposed to say much.

The weather is good. Food terrible. Still miss England.

Yesterday was Saint Valentine's Day. Next year I will send a real Valentine. Until then…

Lo... From Alfred.

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Thursday 17 February, 1944

Dear Arthur,

Getting this sent with the officer's mail so hopefully it gets past the censors.

These Krauts fight pretty damn hard. I've taken down four of em already - that's the most in the whole squad! Their Messerschmitts ain't no match for our Mustangs!

Our song came on the radio this morning. I was singing along until the guys in the squad started throwing empty cans at me for no reason. I guess they're just jealous that I've bagged more Krauts than any of em.

I still miss England. Oh, and in case you're confused, when I say England I mean you.

Love, Alfred.

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Monday 28 February, 1944

Dear Arthur,

I found out today that the Krauts have a name for me. They call me - you're gonna love this one - the Magician. Because I appear and disappear like magic. Great, isn't it! Lady Beth and I are the terror of the skies! Matt is really jealous, even though he says he isn't. I always said I was the hero of the squad!

I keep your handkerchief close to my heart every day. But I can't say too much. Even though this is sent with the officer's mail there is still a chance it'll be seen by the censors.

Love, Alfred.

P.S. Just to prove I really am a Magician, I'm going to do something AMAZING - add an extra day to the month! That's right! Just you wait, I'm gonna make February twenty-nine days long this year!

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Tuesday 29 February, 1944

Dear Arthur,

Abracadabra! 29th of February, told you I'd do it!

Love, Alfred.

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Thursday 9 March, 1944

Dear Arthur,

Things aren't going as well as planned, but we've been told to expect that. Matt and I are fine but some of the squad… well…

I have to be careful of the censors.

The higher ups tell us that things will get better once reinforcements arrive. Guess we just have to hold out 'til then.

On a brighter note, bagged me another Kraut today, which makes me officially a fighter ace. They say I might get a medal. Funny… I thought I would be happier about that.

But if I fight and defeat them here, that means they won't get to England. That's what I think about every time I go up.

Love, Alfred.

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Wednesday 15 March, 1944

Dear Arthur,

Two of my squad were captured yesterday. No sign of those reinforcements we were promised. We've been told we might be moving out soon but no word on when.

Knowing that you are safe and waiting for me gets me through each mission. Right now it's the only thing that does.

Love, Alfred.

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Sunday 19 March, 1944

Dear Arthur,

Well, we were told we'd be heading to France but no sign of that… just stuck here day after day going nowhere. The countryside would be pretty if it weren't for the burnt out tanks and flattened barns everywhere. And the villagers are friendly enough but they seem so damn scared... and I don't blame em. And the assaults keep coming, and we go up and do our job, but it don't seem to do nothing.

Getting sick and tired of this place. God knows how long we'll be here.

Lost three more of my squad this morning. Three in one morning… Damn sick and tired.

There's nothing I wouldn't do right now to hold you for just one minute. I want it so much it hurts. Damn the censors, I don't give a damn anymore. If you're getting these letters it means they got through. I pray you're getting these letters.

All my love, Alfred.

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Thursday 23 March 1944

Dear Arthur,

It's funny. I've shot down more of the enemy than anyone out here and yet… it doesn't feel like I thought it would.

We bagged this German pilot today. Flew like an eagle, all power and strength and grace, you know. Took a pack of us to bring him down and he still survived. He told us his name - Ludwig something or other - his rank and his number, and that was it. We bring him into the base and one of the guys takes the German's wallet. He pulls out this photograph and starts laughing, showing it to all the guys… and the German just stares at them with this look that is both the most terrifying and the saddest thing I ever saw. I didn't think it was right, so I take it off the guy, thinking it's a picture of Ludwig's wife or something. It's not. It's this young guy, smiling this bright laughing smile, this young guy with dark eyes and dark hair that sticks up in this one wild curl. And he don't look like no relation to this blond haired blue eyed German. It's strange. I didn't think that I would have anything in common with the Krauts. Seems I was wrong.

The special forces arrived soon after and took the German away. Before they left I put the photograph in his pocket when no one was looking. He didn't say nothing, but I ain't never seen someone look so grateful. And I thought how strange it was… that it was people like this that I'm shooting down. Just ordinary people with dreams and hopes and photographs.

There were two words written on the back of the picture… "Bella Ciao." It means "Goodbye, Beautiful."

Love always, Alfred.

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Arthur held the latest letter to his chest and let out a deep, yearning sigh. He had already read it eight times. He was not sure whether the letters helped or made things worse. Of course he devoured every word, but being left with no way to respond was almost unbearable. Each sentence stabbed at his heart. With every letter Alfred seemed to lose a little more of that naivety and wide eyed optimism that had made him so endearing and so exasperating at the same time. But it seemed the reality that had been thrust upon Alfred had also made him more open, more understanding. While sometimes painful, each letter also left Arthur a little more in love than he had been before.

It had been hard to get back to normal life after Alfred had gone. Arthur was completely unprepared for how much he would miss the bloody Yank. After the life and joy and, well, sheer bloody frustration that Alfred had brought into his life, the days without him now felt flat and empty.

Arthur waited anxiously every day to see if a letter would be delivered. The postman was slowly getting used to being practically accosted when he came to the door. And Arthur was almost obsessed with reading every newspaper he could get his hands on, talking to every returning soldier, listening to radio broadcasts day and night, desperate for any news he could possibly get on the war in Europe. Gathering information on the war had become his life, to the extent that he wondered what he ever had to do with himself before Alfred had appeared and turned everything upside down.

Arthur took one last look at the letter, folded it, and placed it carefully in a locked drawer behind the counter. He looked around to see if he was needed, but the evening was fairly slow. The evenings generally were these days, now that the Americans had disappeared. Only a few regulars remained in the pub, clustering around the far end of the bar and making small talk about the war. A few months earlier Arthur would have been bored stiff with the conversation. Now, he hung on every word.

"They say the landings in Italy went appallingly," said one of the men, a gentleman in a suit who tapped his pipe against the bar and sent ash flying everywhere. Arthur barely noticed, too focused on the man's words.

"Of course the Americans would make an awful great mess of it," agreed an elderly regular, who looked disapprovingly at the pipe ash settling on the bar.

"I heard the Germans were tipped off somehow," added another patron, tapping his glass to be heard. "Seems someone was in on it."

"Well I hear the Germans are about ready to pull out of there. Just about had enough," said Arthur. Well, an English soldier had mentioned something to him along those lines earlier in the week. Arthur wasn't sure how reliable the information was, but he wanted to believe it.

"Smartest thing they've done in the whole bloody war, I say," said the regular. "Although certain sources of information would have us believe otherwise."

"Oh! That reminds me." Arthur reached for the wireless and fiddled with the dial. He smiled wryly to himself, remembering how only several weeks ago he had told Alfred that he couldn't stand the radio. Now he was practically glued to the thing. He scrolled through the endless static until he found what he was looking for.

"Germany calling, Germany calling…"

The grating voice was met by a chorus of groans. "Why are you listening to that traitor, Arthur?" asked the pipe smoking gentleman.

"At least we get some information from him," said the elderly patron.

"Bah! All lies, you all know that. He'll be hanged, that Lord Haw Haw, you wait and see."

"And good riddance to him! Doesn't mean we can't hear what he has to say right now."

Arthur ignored the men. He listened to Lord Haw Haw's every radio broadcast. As difficult as it was to listen to the traitor's posh, smarmy voice night after night telling the English nation they were fighting a losing battle, talking about the superiority of the German nation and spinning obvious lies about the war, occasional truths got through and Lord Haw Haw's broadcast was one of the only places to get information on the fate of Allied troops.

A heated debate quickly sprung up among the pub patrons, but Arthur was too busy trying to hear the radio to get involved. Most of the time the broadcast held nothing of interest, but over the din Arthur managed to hear a few words which caught his attention. Italy… American… pilot… "Ssh," said Arthur, holding up his hand. "What's that he's saying?" He turned up the radio and the men fell quiet as Haw Haw's jarring voice filled the room.

"The New York Times reported today that an American fighter ace over Italy has shot down nine German planes single-handedly in the midst of an ambush. This is, of course, an absurdity. The pilot, whose name was not released but who is referred to as 'The Magician,' was unable to take down a single Messerschmitt before his plane, a P-51 Mustang named the 'Lady Beth,' was shot down over the Italo-Austrian border…"

Arthur ceased to hear anything. The radio faded to a distant hum as black waves pounded through his head. The phrase repeated in his head over and over… a P-51 Mustang named the 'Lady Beth' was shot down… Arthur looked around for a chair but, not finding one, sank to the ground. Alfred's plane shot down over enemy territory… Alfred's plane… Alfred…

Arthur couldn't breathe. This wasn't real. He had imagined it… surely he had imagined it… The distant hum snapped back into focus and that awful voice droned on above him, cutting into him, slicing his heart and his sanity into pieces. The cruel words refused to stop.

"The pilot was captured barely alive by German forces soon after being shot down. He is believed to be a valuable officer in the American Army Air Force and thus in possession of a vast amount of important information. He has been taken into official custody by the SS and will be questioned extensively before he…"

The radio faded into pounding black waves once again. SS… questioned extensively… before he... oh God before he what… "I can't breathe…"

Unrecognisable voices thrummed through the thick air around him.

"Get some water."

"Someone call a doctor!"

The room tilted dangerously. Arthur didn't even notice he was screaming until someone appeared before him, taking his hands and trying to calm him. Arthur couldn't hear anything clearly but those terrible words. Lady Beth… shot down… barely alive... questioned extensively… SS…

Arthur tried to nod. He tried to say he was all right. But he wasn't. Of course he wasn't. Alfred was captured and soon to be interrogated. And after that… the SS weren't exactly known for letting prisoners go free. Arthur swallowed a wave of nausea and fought to stay conscious. He barely noticed the people around him.

Of course Arthur wasn't all right. How could anything ever be all right now?

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Next Chapter

Disclaimer: This story belongs to George deValier. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing.

#We’ll Meet Again chapter 5

[fallout4holmes]

Journal 48

In the morning we ate, smoked, and started back to Diamond City. Cait’s aggressive energy from yesterday had disappeared into a sour depression.

"I don't understand these Minutemen. Why the hell would you bother helpin' a bunch of lowlife farmers and settlers for free?"

"Those lowlife farmers and settlers are people trying to survive. By helping them, the Minutemen hope to make the Commonwealth a better place to live."

She scoffed, "And you're the man in charge o' this do-gooder nonsense."

"I am."

"Ask me to salute and all you'll be seein' is me middle finger."

"I don't ask anyone to salute, but they do anyway." I switched on my Pip-Boy's radio to check both Radio Freedom and the Valentine Agency signal… and found something else entirely.

“This is an emergency broadcast. Our caravan is under attack by hostile robots, and need some serious help. We're just east of Wattz Consumer Electronics. Anyone in the vicinity can come help, now is the time. Ada, loop this message.”

“Yes, sir.”

"Guess we're goin' that way?" Cait sighed as I started running.

"Aren't you always looking for a fight?"

"Fightin’ a robot’s like hittin' a trashcan, but I suppose I'll take it."

We found them northeast of the old electronics warehouse. The caravan was under attack by half a dozen robots the likes of which I'd never seen before. They were all assembled from scrap, an amalgam of parts turned into deadly mobile weapons. Who had built these things?

A modified assaultron fought on the side of the caravan, along with a few other robots. I hurried to assist, even though the bodies lying next to the fallen brahmin told me we were too late. The air was full of smoke and the smell of electricity as lasers fired and unstable engines exploded. When the carnage was over, the only things left standing were myself, Cait, and the caravan's assaultron.

The assaultron approached a man lying in the dirt. "Jackson, someone has answered your distress call. Jackson?" She paused, the reality around her registering. "My friends… did not survive the attack." She turned to me, "Thank you for assisting. I was certain to meet my end here as well."

"We came as fast as we could when we heard your distress call," I said. "Are you alright?"

"Thanks to your timing, my diagnostics show only superficial damage. I wish I could say the same for my late friends."

Cait scoffed, "Looks like it was your lucky day."

"Cait," I scolded.

"An interesting choice of words," the assaultron said. She sounded conflicted.

Cait didn't notice. "What sort of robot are you, anyhow?"

"I am heavily modified, but at my core, I am an assaultron. My name is Ada. This was the third time we'd been attacked by robots like these. Even with the weapon and detection upgrades Jackson gave me, I was unable to defend them."

"The third time?" I asked. "They must be targeting you for a reason."

"Probability is high that I am part of that reason," Ada stated. She gestured to three fallen robots among the caravan, "Besides myself, Jackson also created Turing, Hurtz, and Porter. Our built in modifications would be desired pieces of salvage."

"Who was Jackson?"

"Jackson was the leader of this caravan. He had a great mind for technology. In many ways, he is my creator. He installed all my current upgrades. Unfortunately, they were not enough to protect them from the robots. Perhaps if I had more sentry bot based defenses, I could have successfully defended my friends."

I cut off Cait's response, "Tell me about these robots."

"They roam the Commonwealth and claim to be restoring order. We’ve seen them fighting raiders, but they’ve also attacked innocents. Settlers, merchants, and caravans like ours. We knew we ran the risk of encountering more of these hostile robots if we stayed in the Commonwealth. If only we had made the decision to leave."

Restoring order? They were either horrifically malfunctioning or they were programmed by a psychopath. That aside, "You couldn’t have known something like this would happen."

"The probability of attack was high. I should have forced our departure. In recompense, I will seek justice for my friends and stop these robots from causing further harm. I will uncover the source and confront their leader; the Mechanist."

Cait snorted. The name sounded like a joke, I admit, but it also sounded strangely familiar. "Who’s the Mechanist?"

"The only information I have comes from eyebot broadcasts. The false claims of peace and justice... the only certainty is that these robots bring only death."

I frowned. "Finding and confronting this person will be a dangerous undertaking."

Ada considered me a moment. "For me alone, it certainly is. You have shown willingness to aid others. I ask that you please assist me in stopping this Mechanist. In return, I can give you the schematics to build your own robot workbench, like the one Jackson used to build me, so you have additional resources in this undertaking."

Cait was suspicious, "Didn’t know robots could want revenge."

"I admit my goal is twofold. Stopping the Mechanist both protects the Commonwealth and allows me to avenge my fallen friends. I won't rest until I see this threat dissolved. I owe it to them."

If this Mechanist person was threatening the Commonwealth, then the Minutemen would be called on to address the threat. "I’ll do it."

"I wish I had the proper vocal registry to express my gratitude. Now, we last saw a group of the Mechanist robots at the General Atomics Factory. You may find information there that will lead us to the Mechanist. I will follow and assist with your permission."

"Of course, Ada. My name is Holmes, this is Cait. Would you object to stopping at Diamond City first? There's someone else there who could assist."

"That is reasonable. It is on the way to the factory, and more people assisting will greatly increase the probability for our survival and success."

"Why are we standin' round?" Cait huffed, and we started south.

Diamond City Security is becoming accustomed to me walking through the gates with strange companions. "Oh come on, Mr. Holmes. Ain't enough you got your own robot butler, now you got an assaultron?"

"She's not mine, she's a client."

"Client? Robots can be clients?"

As we passed, a second guard muttered to the first, "He's sleeping with one, why not?"

The first turned on him, "Hey, Nicky ain't a robot, and that's none of our damn business."

Ada was understandably confused. "Excuse me, sir, I did not understand that exchange."

"I'm a detective," I explained, "as well as the General of the Minutemen.”

"He probably ain't even gonna charge you for his help," Cait grumbled.

“As for the rest,” I continued, “it will make sense shortly.”

I stopped at the house first. “Codsworth?”

He soared in from the workshop, “Mr. Holmes, welcome home, sir - Oh! We have a guest.”

“Codsworth, this is Ada. Her caravan was recently destroyed. I’m going to help her find the person responsible.”

“Oh my. I’m sorry for your loss,” he said to her, “but don’t fret. My master is just the man to see justice done to the villain.”

“Thank you,” Ada said. “He seemed most capable in combat, and I have heard positive rumors of the Minutemen he said he leads.”

“Absolutely,” Codsworth confirmed with pride. “Mr. Valentine will no doubt be joining you as well, which puts you in the best hands in the Commonwealth. Ah, he should be at the Agency I believe, Mr. Holmes.”

“Thank you, Codsworth, I’ll find him,” I said. “I’ll ask Ada to wait here with you, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, sir, couldn’t be happier to keep a lady company. It isn’t often I get to talk to a new robot. And, if I may say, madam, I’ve never met an assaultron with such distinct modifications as yours.”

Cait groaned and hurried out the door. I followed. “I don’t think I’ve heard him flirt before,” I mused.

“I would’ve laughed at or decked any guy that tried a line like that on me,” Cait said.

“I can imagine.” I stopped her outside the Agency’s door, “Cait, you don’t have to come with me if you aren’t interested in helping. I’m not doing this for pay, I feel it is a responsibility to stop whoever this madman creating robots is. I know you have no love of the Minutemen philosophy, or robots, or my partner who will be accompanying us.”

She shrugged, "I figure makin’ sure you aren’t killed by robots might be a way to repay you."

"You don’t have to repay me for anything."

"Debt’s debt, and I don’t like owin’. So, we gonna go rip up some more circuits or not?"

I sighed, defeated, and we went inside the Agency.

Valentine was finishing business with a client. Ellie sat at the front desk, a carefully neutral expression on her face. The man paid my partner, said thank you, and left without a word. Everyone relaxed.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Ungrateful asshole,” Ellie grumbled.

“Not the most pleasant of men,” Valentine said, “but he paid and didn’t haggle.”

I frowned. “What happened?” I repeated, serious.

“Relax, partner,” Valentine smiled softly, “nothin’ happened I’m not used to. How’d it go at Starlight Drive-In?”

The client had either been dismissive of Valentine’s humanity or blatantly offensive in reference to his mechanical nature. I ignored my defensive frustration and focused, “The security around the settlement is improved, I expect they’ll be fine for the immediate future, but we have more pressing concerns. There is a client waiting for us at the house.”

“At the house?”

“She’s talking with Codsworth. She’s a modified assaultron.”

“An assaultron?” Ellie exclaimed.

“Those girls pack a punch,” Valentine mused. “What’s one want with some detectives?”

“Her caravan was attacked. She was the only survivor.”

“And she wants to find the folks responsible,” Valentine nodded, somber. Many of his clients come looking for the same thing. I had been one of them.

“We already know that,” Cait said, growing impatient, “we just have to wreck enough robots til we find where the madman’s hidin’ out.”

Valentine was... puzzled. “I trust the lady waiting at the house is going to fill in the details,” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the desk drawer, “but what’s your interest, Cait?”

“Interest? I got a contract with Holmes to follow him around, so that’s what I’m doin’.” Valentine glanced at me, clearly skeptical. Cait bristled and said to me, "Good thing he wears that coat to tell him from the rest of the scrap metal I'm gonna be shooting at. Find me when you're ready to go." She walked out.

"Explain to me why the hell I'm putting up with this charming new friend of yours," Valentine lit a cigarette. "Better yet, explain why you're letting her run with you in the first place."

“She wants to repay me,” I said.

“For what?” Valentine demanded with a scowl.

"She doesn't seem the type to feel grateful," Ellie added.

I nodded, “She’s brash, selfish, and apparently doesn’t have a compassionate bone in her body, not to mention her opinions of synths... and yet, she insists that she owes a debt to me, and keeping me from being killed seems to be the method of repayment she has deemed appropriate.”

Valentine frowned, “You still haven’t said why she thinks she owes you.”

“I believe it’s because I treat her like a person.”

Valentine was perfectly still for a long moment. Then slowly, his expression softened, his stance shifting as cigarette smoke curled through the gaps in his neck. “Guess I can’t argue with that. How about I meet this client of yours?”

I introduced Valentine to Ada, who remarked on how fascinating it was to meet a mechanical model of synth that wasn't hostile. He took it in stride, and Ada repeated her story. Shaun had brought Nat Wright over, and they listened with full attention. Codsworth made it known he would gladly accompany us, but couldn't abandon his duty to Shaun. As Piper was out of town on unknown business, he also felt responsible for Nat. Ada thanked him and praised his devotion to protecting his family. With a smile, Valentine took that as our cue to head out.

"Let's round up your bodyguard and hit the road," he said. We didn't have to go far; Cait was coming back from Solomon's chem shop next door as I left the house. She wordlessly fell in line alongside us, and together Valentine, Ada, Cait, and I headed east in search of the Mechanist's robots.

#fallout 4 #fan fiction #nick valentine #cait #automatron #ada #codsworth #sherlock holmes #crossover

[wonderingarmy]

Prince Park Jimin Part 3

Links - Part 1   Part 2

Jimin hasn’t seen you since the party and he and Jane became official. The media started going crazy about it and everybody ship both of them. Although this happened, Jimin still knows that he’s missing something he doesn’t know what.

He heard from your sister that Jessie asked you out again, but you told him that you’re not planning to be in a relationship for awhile and that you just don’t feel the same with Jessie anymore. He also heard that you’ve been more focused on your studies and even getting a an award for the graduation that’s happening soon.

“Noona, why are you even telling me this?” Jimin asked your sister when she just can’t stop talking about how proud she is of you while she’s doing his hair.

“Ah, I am sorry. I know you don’t care about her anymore. But, I am just really proud of her. She’s come a long way.” your sister replied excitedly. “She even has a job waiting for her she graduates. And she told me she’s already looking for an apartment for herself. I mean, I am going to miss her, but it’s time for me to have my own life and finally find myself a boyfriend.”

“Ah noona, you’re funny.” Jimin said smiling.

He thought of you and what you have been doing lately, or what you’ve been doing at that moment. He misses you and the way you make him laugh at small things.

“If only she feels the way I feel about her, it wouldn’t be this hard for me.” Jimin muttered to himself.

Right then Jane came in the dressing room, went straight to Jimin and kiss him full on the lips. Your sister had to back away, muttering something that nobody heard. Jimin was surprised at what Jane just did and held her shoulders and gently pushed her away.

“Ah, Jane. What are you doing here?” Jimin asked

Jane sat on his lap and said “I just finished with our performance and I know you guys are next to perform and I want to wish you good luck.”

Yoongi who is having his hair fixed and sitting on a chair not to far from Jimin interrupted and said, “That doesn’t look like a good luck wish to me.”

“What did you say?”, Jane asked looking at Yoongi with an angry look but Yoongi just shrugged.

“Jane”, Jimin said, “I would appreciate it if you don’t do that next time.”

“Why? You’re my boyfriend”, she said defensively

“Yes, I know that but it’s kind of disrespectful for other people.”

Jane stood up and said. “Wow Jimin, when did you become like a grandma? Anyways, talk to you later. Love you!”, she said eyeing Yoongi one last time and left the dressing room.

Jungkook who was on one of the couch across the room started imitating Jane and everyone started laughing.

“Word of advice. If you’re going to replace my sister, maybe you should make a better choice next time. I mean my sister is annoying, but not that annoying” Your sister said, getting back to ironing Jimin’s hair.

Later that night, before Jimin went to sleep, he started a live broadcast. He started reading comments from all the fans that are watching when one comment caught his eye.

“Jimin, I hope you’re always happy!”

“Ah”, Jimin said, “I am always happy. I mean it’s not always a good day. But I always try to find something to make me happy or do something that I know will make me happy.Plus, Army always makes me happy.”

After the live broadcast, Jimin received a message from Jane asking why he hasn’t text her but he ignored it. Jimin couldn’t get his sleep that night and decided to open his laptop and browse at your old pictures together. He’s been doing this a lot when he couldn’t go back to sleep, just like how he always needs to text you or talk to you when you were still friends. The pictures brings back a lot of good memories that you have shared with him and he wonders if you even fell in love with him at one point in your life.

The next day, Jane messaged Jimin again to go to the mall with her. Again, feeling bad about last night, Jimin agreed to meet her at the mall at 4pm.

“You’re not going to pick me up?” Jane texted back.

“I can pick you up” Jimin replied, not wanting to argue.

When they got to the mall, Jane started going from store to store and just browsing for a long time and buying one one thing. Jimin is left always sitting on one of the chairs, holding a shopping bag.

“Babe, does this make me look good”, “Babe, does this make me look big?”, Babe, what do you think of this? Is this too sexy?’

And Jimin would always nod and nod and nod without even having a glance at her. Jimin is finally glad when they reached Jane’s last favorite store.

“Finally, I am so hungry.”, Jimin muttered to himself

“What?”, Jane asked

“Nothing.”Jimin replied. “Just pick what you want and I’ll just play my games here”. He found a chair in front of the store and he sat down. Jane went inside and started browsing on some very expensive clothes. After a few moments of being bored, Jimin was about ready to get up, when you passed by in front of him.

“Y/N”, he whispered

He was going to follow you when he got interrupted again by Jane.

“Who’s that?”, she asked

“Who’s what?”

“That girl? You were about to follow her?”

“Jane, I have no idea what you’re talking about?”, Jimin lied.

“Fine”, she said rolling her eyes. “Let’s grab some food? I am starving.”

Jimin nodded and Jane annoyingly hooked her arms around his. When they got to the food court, Jimin excused himself to go to the restroom. He kept thinking about you and how he could’ve had the chance to talk to you but he couldn’t.

As he was walking back to the food court, he saw Jane arguing with somebody. He ran towards her and as he’s getting closer, he noticed that it’s you she’s arguing with.

“You better replace my shoes! Do you even know how much this is?”, Jane yelled at Y/N. Looks like a cup of juice spilled on her shoes.

You didn’t say anything. Jimin started pulling Jane away from you. “Jane, let’s go.”, he said calmly

“I am not going anywhere. This stupid bitch pushed me. And I am not letting her get away with it until she pays for my shoes.”

“I did not push you.”, you finally said.

“Yes, you did Y/N! You think I don’t know who you are? You’re mad because Jimin is my boyfriend? Do you really think you’re good for him?” she yelled even louder. She doesn’t care about all the people who are now staring and wondering what’s going on.

“Jane, this is absurd. I am sure it was just an accident. We need to go.”, Jimin said, trying to pull Jane.

“Why are you defending her?”

Jimin didn’t say anything at first. He stared at you who’s now looking down on your shoes, your face red, and he knows how much you’re forcing yourself not to cry.

“Because I know her Jane.” Jimin finally said. He saw three security guards coming from behind you and before he knew it, he grabbed your hands, pulled you and you both ran away from the crowd, leaving Jane screaming hear heart out.

When you reached the parking lot, you stopped running. Jimin looked at you, wrapped his arms around you and started asking if you’re okay. You finally let go of the tears that you’ve holding for what seemed like forever.

“I am sorry, Y/N.” Jimin said, rubbing your back. He gently pulled you away from him and wiped your tears.

“Why did you grab me instead of her? I am not Jane.”, you said between your sobs.

“Do you really think I’d choose to save that crazy lady before you? I mean, you’re crazy but that one? I am not sure she’s smoking.”, Jimin said smiling. “Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” he insisted.

When you get to his car, he told you how he thought Jane is going to be a great girl for her but after a month of dating, she turned into something he didn’t know. How she is so different from what the fans see and what is behind every stage and performance. That he likes her, but she’s different from the Jane that he first met.

“She even disrespects the other members, who are my friends, my family.”, he finished.

“I am sorry.”, you replied. “Do you think she’s still want to talk to you after this?”

“I doubt it. But hey, enough of her. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” you replied.

He insisted on staying with you til he knows that you’re really better when you got to your apartment. But you assured him, that you’ll be fine. That it’s not like it’s the worst thing that happened to you.

The following day, Jimin woke up with Jane all over social media. There’s also some of him and you, but they are more focused on what scandal Jane had made. Her agency already released a statement saying that they’ll make sure to take a serious action about what Jane has done and that she’ll be suspended for awhile and will seek help about her anger issues. Jimin tried to call her but it went straight to her voicemail. He sent her a long message how sorry he is of what had happened and how he chose to grab you instead of her. She also decided to send her a big bouquet of flowers and a long message.

After a few weeks of Jane not replying, she finally sent Jimin a long text saying how she is sorry that she was a bad girlfriend for her. That she’ll seek help and become a better person and that she hopes Jimin is still single when that happens. She told her that she’s going to announce her retirement from showbiz industry that day and will find a job that she can handle better. Jimin wished her well and that he hopes and pray that she’ll get better as soon as possible. And that he’s sorry all of this happened.

Jimin tried to do his best for you to become close again, and although it wasn't like before, you are slowly starting to become friends again. He would always ask you to hang out but you’ve been really busy with school especially that you’re graduating in a week. He started texting you more and more when he can, but you both never talked about what you were before  because he was too afraid to have it com up again. He finally made up his mind that it doesn’t matter that you are both in a relationship with each other. He can just love you and ask for nothing in return.

The day of the graduation came and Jimin found out that you’re the salutatorian. Jimin and the rest of the BTS members are so proud of you that they decided to go and surprise you on your graduation. They were all sitting with your sister  in the very back of the hall, wearing caps and masks, and trying to keep it down low so they don’t take away the attention from the graduates. After a half an hour of boring speeches,, you took the center stage and started doing your speech as well.

You talked about how you wouldn’t be where you are without the help of your sister who took you in and fed you despite all the complains that you always get from her. You told the listeners not to stop reaching for their dreams and to never ever lose hope. You were so nervous about this day that you didn’t really prepare a great and inspirational speech. You just did a usual speech and made sure you didn’t plagiarised. You were about to finish your speech when you remembered something.

“I want to apologize for a real boring speech, but I feel like I really have to say this. Some of my friends know him and some of you don’t, but I want to thank this guy who became a part of my life since I started living here in Seoul. I want to say that I am really sorry that I had to make you wait. I was just really scared because I am so ordinary and you’re like this super extraordinary person. But I wanna let you know that I care and I will always care for you and that you’re  very special person. I regret being scared before and not taking a chance but I want to let you know that I want to wait for you this time. No matter how long. Thank you guys for listening, and to everyone that videotaped this please spread it like germs, I hope he sees it. Hope you guys all be successful in the future and always be happy, that’s the most important thing. Congratulations graduates!”

Before you could bow your head, Jimin slowly stood up and walk closer to the stage removing his mask and his baseball cap. He started clapping his hands, and some of the audience and graduates followed. You saw him and you both stared at each other, you waved at him and you both smiled at each other.

After the ceremony, everyone was congratulating each other. You ran towards your sister and the members. Your sister hugged you and was crying non stop saying how she’s so proud of you.

“Ah, unnie, stop making me cry.” you told her when she pulled away.

“I am just really happy for you.”, she replied.

The rest of the members gave you a hug and when it was Jimin’s turn, he didn’t hug you. He pressed his lips against yours and you didn’t know what to do but you just closed your eyes and felt your world has started to make sense again. You can hear your sister yelp and the rest of the members cheering.

“I am not going to make you wait and I am not wasting any more time wondering what it’s like to be your boyfriend.” Jimin told you, you nose still touching.

Everyone was congratulating you when Taehyung’s phone rang.

“Hello”, he said.” What? Okay. I’ll be right there.” Taehyung hung up his phone, stared at all you and shook his head. “I have to go. She’s in critical condition.”, he said, his hands shaking, tears about to fall down his cheeks.

“I’ll drive you.”Jin said. Jin and Taehyung left you and the rest of the members.

Jimin held your hand, looked at you and you can tell that he’s worried about Taehyung. You gripped his hand tighter hoping and praying that everything’s okay with Tae.

#prince park jimin #bangtan boys #bangtan #bangtan scenarios #bangtan imagines #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop imagines #park jimin #bts park jimin #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x y/n #bts jimin #park jimin x reader #park jimin x you #park jimin x y/n

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

do you think mic would have a call line that aizawa can chime into?

Oh, without a doubt! I don’t know jack diddly about how radio works, so a lot of what I’m about to say is probably nonsensical bullshit (and also probably 99% fanfic-inspired and all said before by more eloquent writers), but we’ll just go with it anyway

Mic either has a special line Aizawa can call in to get directed immediately to Mic, separate from the queue, or Mic is hypervigilant of Aizawa’s number on the call lists and gives his call TOP PRIORITY. It doesn’t matter if Aizawa is 1st in the queue or the 1111th, Mic will slam dunk that answer button when he sees his husband’s number. And he has relayed his willingness to do so thousands of times to Aizawa, who mostly complains that doing so would con some poor sap out of a personal one-on-one with Present Mic.

You could probably count the times Aizawa has actually called in, in the 6 or so years Mic has been broadcasting, on one hand. Aizawa is just content to listen most of the time; if he has a quiet night of patrolling, he’ll stick in an earbud to tune in, and on other early nights, he’ll fall asleep on the couch with the radio softly humming away on the coffee table. He doesn’t listen for the music, and he doesn’t care enough about the other heroes Mic interviews to pay attention to what they have to say.

He, of course, listens for Mic, whose stories mostly consist of his experiences as a hero, life at UA, both as a student and as a teacher, and answering questions about how to go about becoming a hero. Once in a while, Mic will regale his listeners with stories about his Favorite Listener, who, to this day, nobody (except for Aizawa and Mic’s close friends and other staff at UA, of course) has been able to figure out who that is. All anyone knows for a fact is that Mic’s favorite listener is a workaholic like himself, has an soft spot for cats, and is not big on attention. And besides random funny stories from their high school days, that’s all Mic will reveal about them, no matter how many people ask. In the beginnings of his radio show, he was a bit saddened about having to keep such an amazing person a secret, but now Mic treats it almost like a game, playing keepaway with the answer to such an enticing mystery.

[Putting the rest of this under a readmore because it turned out a lot longer than I intended it to 💦💦💦)

The first time Aizawa ever calls in is when they’re in their mid-twenties, both at the tops of their games with hero work. And with so much work, their time spent together is slim to none. Aizawa is off helping out taking down a large, traveling drug and trafficking ring with other underground heroes, while Mic is keeping Musutafu safe and applying to teach at UA, while also helping prep about three different fundraisers.They’ve gone about two months without seeing each other physically, and in the last three weeks they haven’t had the time to chat via phone nor video call. Aizawa misses him, of course. The most he can manage to get any contact whatsoever with Yamada is to either text him or tune into his radio show whenever he has a few minutes of downtime or during the times when he should be sleeping.

And it turns out Yamada misses him a whole heap, too. His tone when broadcasting is a lot less chipper than normal–probably sounds the same to a newer listener, but to someone who has been tuning in for a while, they’ll notice an immediate difference. He’s mopey, and his responses to callers and interviewees are either snappy or generic and distant.

It seems to be the right time to listen in, Aizawa can’t help but think, when one caller asks him what’s bothering him–a humorous reversal, since most callers chime in to complain about their problems to him–and Mic admits that he misses his favorite listener. Like. A lot. And that he wants to call them and talk to them for hours about just random shit and be able to hear their voice again for just one minute, one minute, it’s all he’s asking. When asked why Mic doesn’t just call, he tells his listener that they’re hella busy saving the world, and that he doesn’t want to distract them.

There’s a commercial break after the question, and Aizawa sighs, toys with his phone in his hand for the entire duration of ads, and finally gathers up the strength to dial in the number reserved for him and him only. The line rings once, twice, three times, and for a moment Aizawa wonders if he’s either dialed the wrong number or the call just won’t make it through. But as Mic is bringing the show back in, he cuts his sentence short with a small gasp, announces they have an unexpected caller, and quite literally slams the button to broadcast the call.

Aizawa doesn’t announce himself as Mic’s favorite listener, doesn’t even say, “hey, it’s me.” He simply starts out with, “Sorry I’ve been missing your shows lately. I tune in when I can, but it’s not often.”

He can only assume Hizashi is holding a hand up to his dopey, wobbling smile, because he can hear the emotion in his voice when he replies, “That’s alright, listener. ‘Not often’ is all we can manage sometimes.”

Aizawa didn’t really think of what he would say on this call, didn’t rehearse anything in his head for those five minutes of commercial silence, contemplating whether or not he should call in. He’s a man of few words, with those words being short and to-the-point. So that’s why his message ends up being, “I heard what you said earlier. I miss someone, too,” and nothing else.

Mic, the conversationalist he is, attempts to coax more out of him. “Oh? And what’s been keeping you two apart?”

“Work.”

“Isn’t that always the case? And what do you miss about ‘em?”

“Their voice. Their smile. Their laugh. Their stupid fashion sense and their ridiculous tastes in music.”

He hears Mic’s offended gasp, and then his laugh, probably to keep himself from blurting out, ‘hey, you’re one to talk!’ Mic settles with, “Bold words! Anything else?”

“….Their warmth and affection.”

Aizawa is anything but a romantic. He doesn’t get poetry or love songs. He doesn’t understand the media’s obsession with love as a concept. He hates PDA, and will actively tear away anyone’s hands that rest too close to him unless their on the limited list of Hizashi, Midnight, Recovery Girl, and Nedzu, the latter three he only allows because they’ve all earned his respect. To admit that he actually misses being wrapped tightly in Hizashi’s arms and receiving soft kisses, tender touches, and sweet words, is something he’ll probably have to live his life with in total and utter embarrassment. 

Regardless, he can hear the smile in Hizashi’s voice as he responds, “Well, my listener, I’m sure once you two meet up again, that someone will shower you with so much warmth and affection, you’ll be drowning in it! ‘Til then, we’ll both just have to sit back and wait patiently.”

The call ends, and rather than feeling exasperated about having so many people just listening to him talking on the phone on live radio, Aizawa feels reinvigorated. Calling Hizashi’s radio show isn’t something he has any intentions of making a habit of, but hearing Hizashi’s voice again does wonders for his motivation and energy.

After that event, Aizawa calls two more times within the next few years: once because he knows Hizashi’s phone is dead and he can’t wait to tell him about the new cat he’s just adopted, and once because Hizashi begs him to after Aizawa had endured a rather violent beating during a villain encounter, and Hizashi had been worried about him going on patrol so soon after healing. Hizashi always tries to coax Aizawa into calling more often, telling him, “You’ll get to talk to your favorite radio host that much more often!” But in truth, Hizashi doesn’t mind the limited calls. It just makes the ones he receives all the more special

#anonymous #ask #erasermic #tinywrites #tinyheadcanons #you ever just. make yourself sad with what you write. #even tho this isn't really fanfic #i'm just in a writing mood lol

[yuzhousky]

[YUZHOU] Trans a meaningful post from a Chinese cpf - @东皇南帝的正宫

Please take out with full credit!

"Everything about them.

At the age of sixteen, you left your hometown, traveled alone, and did a lot of jobs. At the age of sixteen, he created a band, worked as a guitarist, and wrote songs.

In 2013, you were twenty years old and started appearing on TV. He was 18 years old and was admitted to the university because he went to the North for the arts test.

The fate is wonderful. You two are all in Shanghai, but you got to know each other in Beijing. Or maybe you once went through a corner in Shanghai and passed by each other several times.

2015.11.6, when you two first saw the other. He finally saw the person he had seen in the photo. He said that he was very satisfied.

The opening filming press conference was also your birthday. He sang a birthday song to you and blew the candles with you.

On your birthday in 2016, you said, thank you my friends who had accompanied me on my birthday last year.

Your feelings were heating up quickly, you were cold then gentle to him, infinitely petting, and caring about him. He was enthusiastic, he was overbearing to you, 'arrogant and arrogant', and provocative.

You two treated each other in a special way. You didn't like to be close to others, but it was different for him. He had always seem careless, but always paid attention to your emotions.

Don't know since when, your feelings had changed. He was brave and calm, tempted you again and again, but you had scruple about the future, and couldn't admit your feelings. You wanted to keep the distance deliberately, but you couldn't control yourself from coming close to him.

"Silence, because I love you", you understood, and your expression was awkward...

 When you saw someone close to him, you finally realized that all that scruple was superfluous. You said you were more afraid of regretting true feelings.

Then you made up your mind, your love, and anyone can see your sweetness.

The first time filming Happy Camp, your eyes couldn't keep off him... you were afraid that he would fall... you followed him... you two waited for each other. Among all members of the team, you only paid attention to him and he always walked by your side.

You two also won the first prize in your life together, but you couldn't be next to him. However, all your actions were towards him, and his face was so sweet.

Unexpectedly, good times were so short...

In the wind and sand, you two were publicly separated. He said, "I love my love", you said "Your smile".

Perhaps this was also good, no longer anxiousness, you two can have private happiness.

Then he held a concert, announced that he was no longer single, did not mention your name, but the sentence was secretly about you. He shaked his head and smiled so brightly. (VID)

Once, you were recording a program, you seemed very worried, but when hearing his name, you smiled myteriously.

On his birthday, you shared a happy birthday song in the circle of friends, and you had found the version with a meow sound in the end.

On his lunar birthday, you wore a couple shirt in the off-season temperature. As he used to mention a movie in which the red and blue plaid shirts had a special meaning.

The letter you read to the fan, but the words were about him. You two met each other in the winter, warmed each other and were tolerant of each other. You said that "If you are the one who accompany me til the end, it doesn't matter if there are winds and rains along the way."

During your live broadcast, you whispered "Did not say goodbye to him", the assistant said "Xu Weizhou is finding you, he is hungry" you smiled then immediately changed the talking topic.

In 2017, you two gained more and less, concentrated on the future, and began learning to hide.

You said that you called your girlfriend baby, and 'she' liked to call you big brother.

 You wore graffiti shoes painted with Linkin Park's song lyrics. He has mentioned Linkin Park some times.

Your activities were at the same venue. When going past his booth, you turned around and looked at it.

When filming in Thailand, you collected a lot of stuffs about him every day, all kinds of photos, magazines, letters...

At his concert, the first time he sang If Hai Has Yin in the country, the background was the universe lights.

In 2018, the wind and the waves were also a year of big sugar.

The number of your fans reached 5.20 million on the same day.

Dior gave you the newest bee outfit. You let him wear it to Thailand before the official announcement.

On 4.28, you updated (Wechat) - "It's summer - Summer day" which was full of high energy and sweet love.

At his concert, 23 green lights, 25 yellow lights were equivalent to your age. He wore the outfit of the role you played, did OK confession gestures with roses, fish, and hands-holding in the background.

On the 999th day anniversary of your acquaintance, you shared 15 Weibo posts, indicated that the future had come.

He was hurt and his name was on hot search, you immediately rushed to see him.

During his birthday party, your Weibo was on and off all the time, seemed to be pretty eager. On the stage, he said "Thank you who are watching online."

Your birthday party, you wore a couple necklace with him, there were clips of yours, and cats.

You attended the award ceremony, when hearing his film winning, you happily applaused.

His songs are said to be written to fans every time, but you are all related, because you are the number one for him.

All your enthusiasm seems to have been given to him, he is always filled with the atmosphere of being pampered.

He is adored by you, he still does not know how to fold his trouser legs or tie the shoes laces. He still bangs his head, goes the wrong way, trips and falls.

You are still the same as the past, calm and restrained, free and easy. But it is different now, you are more low-key, more and more matured. He becomes dedicated, more and more adorable.

There is still no change, as long as his photos are on the phone case, it will attract your attention. His expression will be out of control whenever the old days were mentioned.

 You are used to being silent and don't want to be disturbed. He has always been calm and shows off his goodness towards you. Perhaps love is afraid of others knowing, and afraid that others do not know.

Your relationship has never been confirmed. For more than two years, you have never been on the same stage, never met, and there is only praise for interaction.

But you two have so many connections, hundreds of the same things, from clothes to daily Weibo.

Maybe in order to protect the other, you can only pretend that there is no contact. Even use rumours to protect each other's future.

You are more and more outstanding. As an actor, your movie has a super high box office. As a singer, he is recognized by the Communist Youth League. You two are the kings, and will definitely meet each other at the top.

You will eventually open up again, just like he has never been separated from you!"

(Everything mentioned in the post is facts and hints about YuZhou, not self-delulu ^^ And sorry for my poor translation cuz English and Chinese aren't my native languages)

#yuzhou #timmy xu #huang jingyu #xu weizhou #johnny huang #hints #hint #heroin web series #addicted web series

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My Year in Movies: Favorite Non-2018 Feature Films (Part 1)

I watched a LOT of movies this year. At last count, I had logged 229 features and 126 shorts; and that doesn’t count rewatches--only movies that were new to me.

I set a few challenges for myself as well this year. The first one was to watch at least one non-English language/US release per week--this exposed me to so much world cinema and some really amazing filmmakers. Anyone who avoids foreign films because “I don’t like subtitles” is really missing out, and I found myself craving these narratives from voices I don’t ordinarily get exposed to in my everyday life. 

Other personal challenges: Watching as many horror movies as possible in October (with horror defined pretty loosely so I could include entries from silent era and onward, as well as some comedy cult classics that have horror/thriller elements); participating in Noirvember (in addition to attending Noir City in Chicago); crossing off some major blindspots from my list (such as Bicycle Thieves, The Producers, Lethal Weapon, A Few Good Men, Grease, Home Alone 2, Brazil, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom); and trying to watch movies and short films from every decade that motion pictures have existed.

In 2019, I hope to do similar personal challenges with a focus on movies made by women, LGBTQ+, and people of color, in addition to filling in the gaps of my classical/canonical movie knowledge. 

OK, so that’s enough preamble. Let’s get to the list! For this list, I’m excluding movies that were released in 2018--that’s coming but this is for movies released before that. 

50. Linda Linda Linda (2005, directed by Nobuhiro Yamashita, country of origin: Japan)

High school girls recruit the Korean exchange student (Doona Bae, of Cloud Atlas and Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance) to join their rock band a few days before the school talent show. This is just a feel good film, recommended if you enjoyed the likes of Sing Street, We Are The Best!, and The Runaways. Unfortunately, it’s out of print in physical form; but last I checked someone had uploaded it to YouTube so you might want to get on that before it’s removed. You can watch the trailer here.

49. The Blue Dahlia (1946, directed by George Marshall, country of origin: US)

This film noir stars Veronica Lake and Alan Ladd, and like any good noir, it deals with dark subjects including murder, blackmail, political corruption, and PTSD. It’s been on my watchlist for a long time, and thanks to Noir City Chicago, I got to see it on the big screen at the Music Box Theatre. For small screen viewing, you can catch up with it via rental on Vudu, Amazon, iTunes... the usual suspects. 

48. Siren of the Tropics (1927, directed by Mario Nalpas and Henri Etievant, country of origin: France)

My dearly departed Filmstruck had a spotlight on the films of Josephine Baker, and this was among them. I fell in love instantly with the lively, beautiful Baker, here playing a woman named Papitou who deals with some super scummy dudes but manages to be herself in the face of all that nonsense. Silent films can sometimes be tougher to engage with for modern audiences, but this one flies by and contains some unexpectedly racy sequences for the time. Its racial politics don’t meet today’s cultural standards, but considering Baker’s parents were former slaves and their daughter went on to become the first woman of color to star in a major motion picture, this is still a landmark film worthy of our consideration. She broke down many barriers and contributed a great deal to both the entertainment world and the Civil Rights movement, and this serves as a nice entry point into her career. It’s available on DVD through Kino Lorber, and hopefully one day soon it’ll pop up on another streaming service that carries on the Filmstruck legacy.

47. I Don’t Feel At Home in This World Anymore (2017, directed by Macon Blair, country of origin: US)

Here’s a film that goes to some unexpected places. I had no idea what to expect from Macon Blair, who frequently appears in the movies of Jeremy Saulnier; but in his debut feature for Netflix, he pulled out all the stops. Hilarious, violent, and intense, with memorable performances from stars Melanie Lynskey and Elijah Wood, this is a movie about getting in over your head and just going for it anyway. I don’t want to tell you about the plot because it’s best discovered through watching--just go to your nearest device and add it to your Netflix queue. 

46. Song of the Sea (2014, directed by Tomm Moore, country of origin: Ireland)

Absolutely gorgeous animation from the team that previously brought us The Secret of Kells, and a touching story that combines family and mythology. I adored this one. Watch it on Netflix or rent on the usual streaming sources--for a preview, click here. 

45. Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942, directed by Michael Curtiz, country of origin: US)

I always watch Independence Day on the Fourth of July; but in 2018, I decided to mix it up and cross this patriotic musical off the watchlist. I’d seen James Cagney’s gangster movies like White Heat and The Public Enemy, but seeing him sing and dance was a whole new joyous discovery. This movie is entertaining, funny, touching, and full of iconic sequences that other films would go on to borrow from. I absolutely loved it. Pretty sure I saw this on Filmstruck originally, but since that’s no longer possible you should be able to find it at your local public library or you can rent it for a couple bucks on Amazon, YouTube, iTunes, and the like. 

44. The Man Who Cheated Himself (1950, directed by Felix Feist, country of origin: US)

This tightly wound noir thriller pits brother against brother against the backdrop of 1950s San Francisco. Lee Cobb plays an aging bachelor and an accomplished police detective who falls for the wrong dame. His younger brother, played by John Dall (Gun Crazy, Rope), has just joined the police force and idolizes his older brother. Trouble strikes when the dame murders her no good husband and needs help from Cobb to cover it up. Naturally, Dall gets assigned to the case and as he begins to piece together the clues, he doesn’t like where they’re leading him. The climactic sequence is one of my favorite endings to a noir film, and I’ve seen a lot of them. Watch it for free if you have Amazon Prime; otherwise, there are a few versions uploaded to YouTube of varying quality or you could wait for it to pop up on TCM. 

43. Los Angeles Plays Itself (2003, directed by Thom Andersen, country of origin: US)

This documentary edits together clips from movies of every era that were filmed or set in Los Angeles, and explains through voiceover narration the significance of each location and the history of the motion pictures in LA. That’s it--very simple concept but also fascinating. I split this up over a couple nights because it’s pretty long, but if you’re a film fan or a Los Angeles native, this is well worth your time. The voiceover is kind of hilariously flat in its delivery--kind of a Steven Wright sound actually--but that sort of adds to the charm for me. Get a taste by watching the trailer, and then you can rent it on YouTube for $1.99.

42. A Simple Plan (1998, directed by Sam Raimi, country of origin: US)

It’s been almost two years since we lost Bill Paxton; I don’t know about you but I don’t think any other actor can really fill those shoes. This year I caught up with three films that showcased his talent: A Simple Plan, One False Move, and Frailty. He plays very different characters in each one but in many ways they all start off with a similar premise: Ordinary guy dreams of becoming more. What that “more” is for each character is what sets each film and performance apart, but Paxton provided a great canvas to paint these unique characters onto. He inhabited the ordinary man better than just about anyone. 

In this film, which I watched during Noirvember, Paxton plays Hank, a college-educated guy working a blue collar job in a small town, trying to make a better life for himself and his family. He’d like to get away from those small town roots, but his socially awkward brother Jacob (Billy Bob Thornton) relies on him. Unfortunately, Jacob is often accompanied by the hard-drinking loose canon Lou (Brent Briscoe). When the unlikely trio discover a crashed plane in the woods containing a suitcase full of cash, they each have ideas for how to handle the situation. Of course things escalate from there, and the way the movie explores human nature and family ties set this story apart. Available for online rental on the usual platforms.

41. The Iron Giant (1999, directed by Brad Bird, country of origin: US)

Given my obsession with Vin Diesel in the early 2000s, it’s pretty shocking I never saw this movie til now--sure, he and his glorious muscles don’t appear on screen, but he does provide the voice of the title character after all. When the Iron Giant made a controversial cameo in this year’s film adaptation of Ready Player One, I decided it was time I saw the source material for myself. 

This gorgeously animated fable unfolds during the Cold War era, and features an ET-inspired story arc of a young boy befriending an unlikely being that the government is looking for. If you’ve never seen it, this is definitely a must-watch. Currently available on Netflix, but rentable on other platforms too.

40. The Unsuspected (1947, directed by Michael Curtiz, country of origin: US)

I adore Claude Rains, star of this film and supporting actor in Curtiz’s more famous work, Casablanca. Here, he plays the host and narrator of a popular radio show that revolves around tales of murder--basically the Law and Order: SVU of its day. We learn early on that he sometimes draws inspiration for his broadcasts from real life criminals. When people in his own life start dropping dead, the plot thickens and he finds himself at the center of the action. A very suspenseful and well-plotted film noir, which is available from the Warner Archive collection on DVD. I got to see it at Noir City Chicago, and loved every second of it. 

That’s all for this entry--stay tuned for part two of this list, posting soon! 

#film noir #foreign films #favorite films #movie lists #Movie Reviews #netflix #amazon prime #streaming movies #sam raimi #brad bird #the iron giant #bill paxton #james Cagney #michael curtiz #elijah wood #macon blair #melanie lynskey #doona bae #song of the sea #animation #silent films #josephine baker #filmstruck

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Elopement || Hemslecki (Nov 01)

Chris: Vegas. The place where what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Only that proved difficult when someone as known as him walked through the airport and hotel. It was no short effort of asking fans for his privacy and that he'd take pictures with pretty much each and everyone that he could reasonably manage if they kept it off Twitter, Instagram and any other social media for at least 48 hours. He didn't need anything ruining Gen and his wedding. Especially if someone found out that could potentially try and ruin things. It seemed to take forever just to manage his way to the hotel front desk and ask for one of the private presidential suites on its own floor, wanting as much privacy as possible.

Gen: Were they moving fast? Maybe, but Gen was at the point in her life where if she wanted something she was going to do it. She had devoted her life to Jared and the kids, relocated to Austin so Jared could be in his home and now she wanted to live her life for her. She and Jared weren't poor but they certainly didn't have money like Chris seemed to. When they walked into the huge suite she walked over to the window to look at the view. "You know you don't have to spend all your money on me," she meant it too. She was a simple girl and was after love, not material things.

Chris: "Today and the next few days are special, I wanted the whole package." Once Chris set his mind to something he did it. "Annnd a little secret I've stayed here before, Chris Hemsworth spotted at this hotel at some point at the end of our trip, good publicity for them, and I get some perks out of my job." It wasn't like he got the room for free but certainly not at the price that anyone else would pay. He didn't do it often but it happened and for this occasion he'd accept it. "Enjoy it, it's our night. Whatever we want, it's ours." He smiled.

Gen: Gen felt very overwhelmed with the happiness that kept washing over her. She turned around to look at him and smiled, "I'm going to take a quick shower and change into my dress." She had packed a simple white dress for the occasion, not needing anything fancy or flashy.

Chris: Nodding he moved over to his own suitcase and dug out the simple suit he had picked out for himself. It wasn't fancy, just a navy blue jacket and pants with a simple white button up. "We have to go pick out wedding bands before. Hopefully find something nice that'll go with your ring." He said as she headed toward the bathroom.

Gen: "Something very plain and simple would be ideal for me since I have this beautiful rock already. Maybe we can find two matching rings we both like." She kept the bathroom door opened while she showered and started to dry off. She only washed her body so her hair was still dry and it only took a minute to wipe down her body. A few minutes later she was dressed and putting her shoes on. She went over hair with the flat iron and touched up her makeup. "I'm ready."

Chris: "I'm sure we can find something, Vegas jewelers have everything it seems." He said now that he was dressed. Making sure to make everything look presentable he turned to see Gen. "You look beautiful." He said pecking her cheek softly. "This is your time to back out and change your mind. If not you're stuck with me for good." He grinned teasing the brunette.

Gen: She blushed when he kissed her cheek, "I'll gladly be stuck with you for good...or until you decide to leave me like the last guy." She kept her tone light, she was trying to joke, but deep down there was a layer of heartache there. She had been a hopeless romantic all her life but when Jared left she became a little bitter and cynical. Grabbing her purse she headed toward the door, "Let's go hubby."

Chris: "Well my records pretty good, I technically didn't leave my last wife, she left me after I pushed having more children. So you know, I think I'm a pretty damn good catch. Maybe I need to watch out for you." He grabbed her hand gently. "There's one thing we have to talk about first and I don't even want to, you're not this person. But to be fair I spoke to my family, I told them I was getting married and they're happy for me, and then I talked to my lawyer." He sighed, "They think it's in our best interest to each sign a prenup..." he paused. "I said I wasn't worried at all, but they think the general bases should be what we both had before the marriage remains ours and anything after the marriage we will divide in the best sake of the children involved. I don't plan on divorcing you, and I don't think you're in this for the money. So if you don't want to, I'll take it. But I had to let you know because I don't want you to meet my attorney and him ask and it be awkward that I didn't say anything."

Gen: She was a little taken aback by his words. Not that he wanted her to sign a prenup but because he had told people what they were doing. "You told your family? I thought we were keeping it between us until we left Vegas...I didn't tell anyone except Dani and only because it was her idea." Part of her had felt like she needed to tell Jared beforehand but she had kept it to herself from everyone. She was bummed but at the same time she figured he was excited and not ashamed to be marrying her if he was broadcasting it to everyone. "I'll sign if you think it's important."

Chris: "By family I mean my parents, I love you but I am not walking into my mum and have hidden that. She raised three rowdy boys, she can still take me." He said, "Besides that Liam doesn't even know, he just knows we're engaged." He hoped she understood but his mum was one of the closest people he had, closer to her than his dad and him and his dad were close. "And they're not gonna say anything. They're just excited at the prospect of more grandchildren." He sighed, "With Elsa I had nothing when we married, I was barely in the business so we were together when I became something. Which is why the divorce was messy in the beginning. I don't think you want me for my money, i feel like you would have shown that if that was the case." He murmured, "I do...like the part that says things will be divided in the best interest of the children though. Should anything happen, I mean maybe down the road you're unhappy with me...I would never not make sure you're okay."

Gen: Gen had her own money from her days on Wildfire and the short time she had spent on Supernatural. She also had some money that she got in the divorce from Jared, not a lot, but enough to get by and now with all the sponsors she had for her blog, she was doing really well for herself. "I'm too scared to tell my parents until after we're married, but I understand you wanting to tell yours." She shook her head, "First of all, I don't ever foresee a time When I'm going to be unhappy with you and second, I'm not a materialistic person. I couldn't even buy myself a necklace a couple weeks ago, though now I wish I had, it would have looked good with this dress," she giggled. "I just want you, Chris."

Chris: "Is your father going to do the whole threaten to shoot me and make me disappear if I ever hurt you kind of thing?" he teased, "My parents and I have always told each other everything I'm not sure I could have fully agreed with this if I hadn't told them but I should have told you first. My mum is excited to meet you." He said, "I know you're not materialistic, I know you're in this for the marriage. I'm just being honest in what my lawyer is requesting." He gave a small smile, "I know it seems like it's not trusting you and I hope you do know that I do but to get the lawyer off my back what if we sign a base minimum one. Just stating what I said earlier everything we had before the marriage will remain each of ours. Your home in Austin mine in Australia." He offered. "Then anything else I don't care about because I don't foresee anything happening. I just wanna make sure everything is no bumps in the road. Just like I double checked three times the place we're going to get married to make sure they're not some half assed place and suddenly we're not actually married.

Gen: "Do you have this prenup with you? It's not much of a prenup if it's not signed before the wedding." Once they were married she could decide not to sign it, that's why it was usually done way in advance. She didn't want to sign, but if it meant she got to marry Chris she would.

Chris: "It's in an email my lawyer sent me." He said walking over to his phone and unlocking it. "I can print it and they can have a witness sign it before anything." He didn't like the idea but he understood where his lawyer was coming from and after his divorce with Elsa he understood a lot more of what went into a high profile divorce. "Unless this is going to upset you. I'm not trying to do that." He said softly.

Gen: She shrugged, "It kind of ruined the mood to be honest." She still wanted to go through with the marriage though so she finished her walk to the door. "I guess we could go find the business center and use the printer."

Chris: "We don't have to right now then, we can wait til later. I couldn't exactly ask you after we were married." Which was true and he knew that. The talk with his lawyer had only been earlier so really this had been the only time. "There's one up here, office room off the side of the hall." He said pointing.

Gen: "Might as well get it over with. Print it out and take it with us...sign it when we sign the certificate." She certainly understood where he was coming from and didn't want him to feel like she was only with him for the possibility of getting his money one day, but the conversation also erased some of the blissful high she had been feeling. She stepped into the hallway and let him lead her to the office.

Chris: He knew she was upset and he wasn't exactly happy. Pressing the wireless print from his phone that he had connected just then to the printer he lead her into the office. Closing the door behind her while it printed he pressed her body up against the door and kissed her hard. His mouth lingering on hers before biting down on her lip. His hands tangled in her hair. "This changes nothing, I want you because I love you, Gen. It's just a piece of paper. I love /you/." He breathed against her lips.

Gen: Gen wasn't expecting him to pin her against the door but she was happily surprised by it. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her panties already getting damp. "I love you too, Chris. I know it is. It's not about the paper." If they had a real wedding she would have been told about the prenup then had time to get over it before the big day but they were literally on their way to get married and she lost a bit of her smile when the legality stuff came into the mix. She didn't want to think about the legal nonsense when all she wanted was to be in his arms as his wife. "If you keep this up I'm going to have to go change my panties."

Chris: He nodded, as he pulled back and went to grab the documents and folded them up and tucked them into his coat pocket. It was just paper, for both their best interest. That's all that mattered, "Oh," he pouted, "And here I thought you'd wear nothing but a sexy lingerie bra underneath."

Gen: She smirked, "If I did that you'd have me dripping down my leg." It was crazy to her how much the man in front of her turned her on, not even Jared had brought out this level of lust within her. "But who said I'm wearing a bra at all?" She winked.

Chris: "Well I don't think they'd be a comfortable feeling for you so I guess they can stay on." He murmured. "That will work, I love everything about your body so that gives me something to look forward to tonight." Grabbing her ass he pulled her forward. "Come on, we may have all night but I wanna celebrate our night.

Gen: She giggled and kissed him lovingly. She was ready for them to leave the casino and go to where they were getting married so they could hurry back here to the room. When she pulled away she opened the door and headed back down the hall to the elevator.

Chris: It didn't take long to get down to the lobby where he had ordered a driver for them for the night. He figured they needed to have at least one or two drinks to celebrate their new marriage. Taking her hand they were ushered privately into the car wanting to keep it under wraps until the very last possible moment.

Gen: Gen sat close to him in the car, keeping her hand in his. She wasn't nervous, more excited than anything. It seemed fitting to her that they were getting married on the first of the month, start the month off right. Arriving at the place they exited the car and started walking inside. "I hope there's not a lot of people in there."

Chris: "So we have to get the marriage license, this signed, and we should be good to go. Something tells me we're not gonna have to wait long. Oh wait..." he said, "We need to stop at the jeweler inside first before anything." He had made every arrangement possible to make this smooth and under the radar as possible. "We have the store to ourselves for the hour so don't feel like you have to rush either."

Gen: "Did you buy out the whole place for while we're here so we have total privacy?" She asked curiously as they made their way into the empty jewelry store. There were a few workers but no customers. Gen's eyes scanned the room until she found the wedding bands and headed over to the case. It didn't take long before she spotted a set of platinum bands, "I like these."

Chris: "Buy out seems so...Beyonce. I just simple explained who I was and they undersood the need for privacy." He didn't want her to think he had spent an outrageous amount of money. Most people were fair to deal with him just because they wanted to help with his privacy. Following her around he moved forward seeing the different bands. Some simply just a thin band of platinum, others with a few diamonds and others and entire diamond covered band. Luckily they had men's bands to match. "Which one do you like best?"

Gen: "I like the plain one. The one with the small diamonds is pretty but this is such a huge diamond," she said motioning to her engagement ring. "I want something simple. We don't have to get matching ones if you want to pick out something more you."

Chris: "It's whatever you want." Whatever she picked out would be hers. "Don't feel like you can't get the one you want." He said. He knew himself would only go with a simple band with maybe a little something fancier than a plain band since this is all he would wear. Seeing the one ring he tapped the glass and he pulled the ring out. Luckily the man would be able to size it for them on the spot in the store thanks to paying extra.

Gen: Gen picked out her ring, it was like his but didn't have the diamonds on it. While they waited for the rings to be sized she opened her phone to play with snapchat. "I look adorable with this filter."

Chris: "You look adorable all the time." He said leaning against the counter. "My kids love when I play with the filters, though no one knows about my secret snapchat." He grinned.

Gen: She squinted her eyes at him, "You have snapchat and you haven't added me? I'm highly offended."

Chris: "It wouldn't be a secret if I just gave it out." He scoffed. As if it actually was this big deal. "Couldn't have my kids missing out on the cute filters."

Gen: "But I'm your wife," she playfully pouted at him. Finding a filter she loved she moved so she was standing partially in front of him and made sure the filter hit both of their faces before she took the picture. "This will be my favorite picture from the day we got married." She smiled.

Chris: "You're about to be my wife, not quite yet. Wait til it's official. I don't wanna go jinxing anything." He laughed. He let her move in front of him and smiled when she positioned the camera with whatever filter she had picked out. "Just this picture? They take photos at the actual ceremony too." He knew they weren't as fancy as someone having a big wedding but he figured when they had a party to celebrate maybe they could have a beach celebration back in Australia with all the kids and family, give her the true look at his life down under.

Gen: "I've thought of myself as your wife since the second you put this ring on my finger." She told him honestly. "I'm sure I'll like all the photos but this one will probably be my favorite."

Chris: Pressing a kiss to the top of her head he checked his watch and not long after the man came out carrying their rings in a bag tied with a ribbon. Chris paid before taking Gen's hand. "Just a few pieces of paper and we're getting married." He said as he escorted her out and toward the area where any documents that would need to be signed and sealed would be taken care of.

Gen: Walking into the other part of the building they signed all the paperwork that needed to be signed, the only thing that would be left to do would be sign the actual certificate once they were married. Before she knew it they were standing in front of the officiant and she was saying, "I do."

Chris: Any and all information was signed, including the prenup, and sealed ready to bring them into their new life together. he was sure once media outlets found out that this was the case it would be a different story. Still he didn't care. He heard Gen's I do and soon after he said "I do." Slipping the thin platinum band onto Gen's finger.

Gen: Because of how fast this was there was a part of her that wondered if he'd back out but hearing him say I do made all her worries disappear. She put his ring on his finger, they both said vows and then the officiant pronounced them husband and wife and Gen stood there waiting for him to kiss his bride.

Chris: Leaning in he cupped the back of Gen's head and pressed his lips firmly against hers. They were now married. It was crazy but he couldn't see anything else but their happiness as his lips caressed hers.

Gen: All she wanted was to keep on kissing him but they were in front of people and it wasn't the right time. She smiled into the kiss though, overjoyed that they were married. On their way out they signed the last document, the certificate that was basically all the marriage was. All they would have needed to do was sign this paper and they were legally married. As soon as it was signed and they made sure they had their copies of everything, they took a few pictures, had a glass of champagne and then they were back in the car. "I don't know if you had something planned for after the ceremony but I really want to go back to the hotel room."

[yumapii]

[Event Story] My Santa, My Hero [7/12]

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… I don’t think it’s going to be an easy feat.

[scene: dorm hallway]

Rintarou:

Actually next time one of my acquaintances is going to bring me to meet a living national treasure-grade artisan who makes candy sculptures. Isn’t having a piece of completely unique candy just the best?

Mikage:

…..

// I respond to Mi-chan’s silence with my own. Essentially, he wants to convey his disgust at me. But since he cannot reject it, the only option left is to accept the remuneration. //

Mikage:

… I don’t think it’s going to be an easy feat.

Rintarou:

( Oh. )

// Without any words, Mi-chan took out the smartphone he carried along with him, searched a little, and showed me the screen. //

Mikage:

… Here you go.

Rintarou:

Hmmmm, what’ve we gots?

Santa Champion Classic.

Also known as SCC…?

Mikage:

It’s an event hosted by international e-commerce company, AIZONE, to determine the Number 1 Santa in the world. The grand prize is, “anything the winner chooses”, apparently.

Rintarou:

Eh? Anything, for real?

Mikage:

It’s being sponsored by a pretty major company so I would think it’s unlikely they’ll turn around and say “we can’t do that”.

// As expected the Goddess of Victory is my ally. //

Rintarou:

An event like this can’t start til I walk in! Besides it’s being broadcasted worldwide, that just gets me even more pumped!

Mikage:

…..

Rintarou:

Hm, what’s up? You’re smiling.

( Hoho. Now what’s this, Mi-chan? Do you have shares in the event sponsor’s company?

All the more reason to get revving, huh? )

Mikage:

Looks like you can register on the day itself. As long as they’re dressed up as Santa, anyone can participate, it seems.

By the way, the event starts 5 days from now.

Rintarou:

Aww man, this’ll be a cinch ☆

Well then, guess I’ll go in this santa suit! Thanks, Mi-chan ♪

kumarin leaves kumarin comes back

Rintarou:

Oh yeah, by the way, Mi-chan should come to the Christmas party too! Yuniyuni’s really looking forward to it as well. Well then, see you!

kumarin leaves

Mikage:

…..

[scene change: further down the hallway]

Rintarou:

( The SCC, huh? Sounds like an event made for me.

In the meantime, I should go cast some Cheerfulness Restoration magic on the angel. )

[scene change: kumarin-yuni room]

// When I return to the room, an awake Yuniyuni was sitting upright on the sofa with a spaced out expression on his face. //

Rintarou:

Yuniyuni, good news, good news!

Yuni:

Huh?

Rintarou:

Get this!

I found a way to acquire the “Yousei Basuke” toy~!

Yuni:

Really?!

Rintarou:

Well, for someone loved by the Gods, nothing is impossible for me ☆

Yuni:

Amazing, President-san, thank you!

Rintarou:

( Oh, his smile is back! Alright. )

Does Yuniyuni know what SCC is?

Yuni:

Super Cute Cookie!

Rintarou:

Buu Buu!

It’s an event to determine the world’s Best Santa!

There’ll be matches involving reindeer sleigh-riding, chimney climbing, and skiing.

Yuni:

President-san is going to become Santa?

Rintarou:

Yup, yup! I’ll become Santa, I’ll also become a reindeer! Cus I’m the Superhero who can become anything, Kumarin ☆

Yuni:

Wow, amazing!

Rintarou:

I’ll definitely bring that toy back to you.

Yuni:

Okay, I’ll be waiting!

Rintarou:

( Aw, Yuniyuni, he’s so cute with his eyes sparkling like that! )

Oh that’s right. By the time the SCC ends, and I return, it’ll be the day of the party.

Yuni:

Eh! Then does that mean President-san won’t make it to the party?

Rintarou:

Rest your troubled heart! Heroes keep their promises! Even if I have to fly through the sky, I’ll definitely come back with the present on the actual day. That’s a promise so wait for me alright, Yuniyuni?

Yuni:

I understand! It’s a promise.

Rintarou:

( I want to do some training to prep for the SCC but I’ve also gotta handle the Christmas party preparations. )

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