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Reklindled Ties - Byakuya Togami x Reader

CN: drug usage, slight nsfw

Chapter 2: A night at the Party

„Calm down a bit, will ya? It’s not even 5 o‘ clock!“, Mondo said with a smirk. Again the usual group which consisted of Leon, Mondo, Kiyotaka and Chihiro were out again.

„Sorry.“, Leon said. „Well, no actually not sorry.“, he grinned and stopped walking with them.

„I‘m so fucking drunk! And I am 17 today!“, he shouted with a bright grin. „That’s a milestone!“

Kiyotaka shook his head. „Leon, you know that underage drinking is illegal and dangerous,“ he scolded. „We should be setting a better example for our classmates.“

Leon rolled his eyes. „Relax, Taka. I'm not hurting anyone,“ he said with a grin. „Besides, it's my birthday. I'm allowed to have a little fun.“

Mondo chuckled. „He's got a point, Kiyotaka,“ he said, clapping Leon on the back. „Let him celebrate.“

„Also, isn’t actually 18 traditionally a milestone?“, Chihiro asked.

„Well, technically, yes,“ Kiyotaka said, „but I think Leon is just excited to be another year older.“

Leon grinned. „Exactly! And besides, who needs a reason to celebrate?“ he said, before taking another swig from his bottle.

Mondo chuckled. „He's got a point,“ he said.

The group started to walk again.

Kiyotaka sighed. „Well, I hope that someone actually shows up to your party.“, he said.

„They‘ll come.“, Leon reassured Kiyotaka.

„You invited half the high school.“, Chihiro reminded him.

„All I know is that it involves my dick getting wet.“, Leon explained. The group walked down the street and stopped in front of a bar, or in particular the bar from Leon’s uncle.

The group walked into the bar and were immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

„Hello, boys“, the bar lady named Miyuki greeted them with a smile.

„Alright, Miyuki.“, greeted Leon her back with a big grin.

The bar was empty, since it was still 5 o‘ clock. Leon’s uncle came out from the back. „Here’s the birthday boy!“, he said with a smile.

Leon looked around, seeing some birthday decoration around the bar. „Did you do all of this?“, he asked.

„Of course I did,“ Leon's uncle said with a grin. „Happy birthday, kid.“, he handed him a small bag, trying to kind of hide it.

Leon quickly took a glance at the small bag his uncle handed him, seeing it was some kind drugs. He quickly put the bag into his pocket.

„Well, see ya, boys.“, Leon’s uncle walks towards the door.

As Leon's uncle left the bar and closed the door, Leon pointed at him. „That, my friends, is what you call a legend.“, he said.

„To who, exactly?“, Chihiro asked.

"To us, of course!" Leon said with a grin, raising his bottle in a mock toast.

„I think the guy is crazy.“, Kiyotaka said.

Leon downed his bottle, before answering him. „Exactly, man! Exactly!“, he said, then turned to Miyuki. „Same again please, Miyuki.“

Suddenly the door from the bar opened and Junko, Mukuro and Y/N walking in.

Leon turned to the door. „Hey!“, he greeted them with his loud drunken voice. „Look, man. Look at that. That’s top shelf shit.“, he whispered to Mondo and clapped him on the back.

He walked over to the girl. „Guys! Guys!“, he greeted Junko and Mukuro with a big grin. Then he turned around to Y/N. „Hey, babe.“, he greeted her, playfully roughing her hair.

Y/N smiled at Leon's greeting, but couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he playfully roughed her hair.

„I‘m 17 today, so do the fuck you like. Flush your friends down the toilet, eat grapes off each other, smash speakers over your head.“, he said grinning, he then walked over to the bar getting his next drink. „Let’s get fucking mental!“, he shouted downing yet another drink.

The group sat at a table, bored with the party more than ever.

Leon chuckled and started to clap his hands on the table. „More drinks! More drinks! More drinks, more drinks, more drinks! More drinks! Yeah?“, he chanted.

Everyone at the table boringly agreed. Leon got up to get them more drinks.

„He‘s fun.“, Junko said.

„You have no idea..“, Mondo muttered.

„He’s already had half a bottle of vodka.“, Kiytoaka sighed.

After a while, Leon came back with a tray of shots. „Tequila! Who’s in?“, he asked.

Mondo looked at the shots. „Yeak, ok.“, he said.

„Anyone else?“, Leon asked the group.

Everyone agreed even Kiyotaka and Chihiro.

Leon took a shot in his hand. „Let’s go, then!“, he said excitingly, drinking the shot.

The group cheered and took their shots, laughing and joking as they did.

„Wait, wait. Weren’t you supposed to be at this rich party Celeste is hosting?“, Leon suddenly asked Y/N. „Cause, I know that Byakuya, Kyoko and Makoto are going there.“

Y/N shrugged. „I was invited, but I didn't feel like going,“ she said simply.

Leon raised an eyebrow. „Really? You're passing up a chance to party with the rich and famous?“ he asked, sounding surprised.

Y/N rolled her eyes. „I've been to enough parties like that to know that they're not my scene,“she said, taking another sip of her drink.

Leon chuckled. „Fair enough,“ he said.

The door opened again, this time Miu was coming in.

Junko sighed loudly. „Great, it’s the pervy bitch with the foul mouth!“, she muttered.

Miu walked over to the group and sat down, smirking at them. "What's up, losers?" she said with a grin.

Kiyotaka frowned at her greeting. "That's not a very nice thing to say," he scolded.

Miu rolled her eyes. „Oh, come on. You guys know I'm just messing around,“she said with a smirk and sat down. A few moments of awkward silent pass, before Miu speaks up again. „Leon, you promised me a party. Where the fuck is it?“, she asked getting impatient. Miu expected a really loud and wild party.

„I thought this was the party,“ Leon said with a grin, gesturing to the shots and drinks on the table.

Miu scoffed. „This is not a party,“ she said, rolling her eyes. „I want to dance, I want to drink, I want to have fun.“

Leon chuckled. „Well, we can't have a dance party in here, but we can definitely drink and have fun,“ he said, pouring Miu a shot.

Meanwhile by Byakuya, Kyoko and Makoto:

Celeste opened the door. „Hi, Celeste.“, Byakuya simply greeted her.

„Togami, how lovely!“, she said. „And you even brought our classmates with you..“, she muttered a bit annoyed at the fact. She told him to bring friends and with friends she meant his private rich friends and not their classmates. Celeste was someone who always wants to be on top, but with Byakuya bringing his classmates, she felt that it was beneath her.

Celeste led them into the lavish party, where they were immediately greeted by a sea of wealthy and influential guests. Byakuya scanned the room, searching for any familiar faces among the crowd, but he didn't see anyone that he knew. He couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment at the thought of spending the evening surrounded by strangers.

While Kyoko and Makoto were enjoying themselves, Byakuya was leaning against the walk and scrolling through his phone. He looked at the text message he sent to Y/N earlier that day.

Byakuya: Do you plan on going to Celeste party?

Y/N: No, I was never a fan of those rich party shit, you remember?

Byakuya: Oh yeah, I remember that now. I always had to entertain you, when our parents forced us to go to those parties.

Y/N: Yeah, you were always good at entertaining me.

Byakuya: I'm glad you think so.

Y/N: Anyway, I‘m going to Leon’s Party tonight. Maybe you can come later?

Byakuya: Maybe. I'm not sure what my plans are yet.

Y/N: Well, if you decide to come, I‘ll see you there.

Byakuya: Sounds good.

Byakuya appeared disappointed as he reread the chats between him and Y/N. He was attempting to revive their friendship, but it seemed that Y/N was not interested. This made him a bit furious, as he felt like he was doing it all for nothing. He was mad at himself and at Y/N for not trying as well.

As he was lost in thought, he didn't notice someone walking up to him. „Hey,“ a voice said, and he turned to see Celeste standing next to him.

Celeste smiled at Byakuya. „Is everything alright?“ she asked.

Byakuya nodded, but didn't say anything. He was still lost in thought, thinking about Y/N and the memories they shared together.

Celeste noticed his distant expression and frowned slightly. „You seem distracted. Is something bothering you?“ she asked.

Byakuya hesitated for a moment before answering. „No, I'm fine. Just thinking,“ he said finally.

Celeste nodded, but didn't look convinced. „Well, if you need anything, let me know,“ she said, before walking away.

Byakuya watched her go, feeling a sense of unease. He knew that he needed to focus on the present and not get caught up in his memories of the past, but it was easier said than done. He made a mental note to try and enjoy the party, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he would rather be somewhere else, with someone else.

He walked to a quieter part of the house and checked his phone again. He debated with himself whether he should call Y/N and ask how Leon's party was going or if he should refrain from doing so.

Meanwhile at Leon’s Party:

Miu continued to complain about the lack of a real party, and Leon was getting irritated. While the two of them were arguing, Y/N got a call from Byakuya.

Y/N answered the phone, surprised to see that it was Byakuya calling her. „Hey,“she said, her tone casual.

„Hey,“ Byakuya said, his voice a bit hesitant. „I was just wondering how the party is going.“

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of warmth in her chest at the sound of his voice. „It's going okay. Leon is pretty drunk, but everyone else is having a good time,“ she said.

Byakuya chuckled. „That sounds like Leon,“ he said. „Are you having fun?“

Y/N hesitated for a moment before answering. „Kinda“

After she ended her call with Byakuya, Leon looked at her with a smirk. „Well, maybe we could crash Celeste Party then..“, he asked.

Y/N looked at Leon in surprise. „What do you mean?“ she asked.

„I mean, we could get out of this lame party and go crash the rich kid's party instead,“ Leon said with a grin.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.

„I don't know,“ she said finally. „I don't want to be rude to Celeste by crashing her party.“

Miu rolled her eyes. „Come on, Y/N. Live a little,“ she said with a smirk.

„You only live once,“ Leon chimed in.

Y/N hesitated for a moment longer before finally nodding in agreement. „Okay, let's do it,“ she said, feeling a sense of excitement building in her chest.

Miu grinned. „That's what I like to hear,“ she said, before leading the group out of the bar and towards Celeste's party.

„So, you‘re gonna let us in, Celeste?“, Leon asked with a smirk.

Celeste looked at Leon and his group with a raised eyebrow. „I'm sorry, but this is a private party,“ she said firmly. „I can't just let anyone in.“

Leon grinned. "Oh, come on. We're just looking to have a little fun," he said, trying to charm his way past Celeste.

Celeste shook her head. „I'm sorry, but I can't make exceptions,“ she said firmly.

Leon pulled out a small pack of drugs his uncle gave him. „I think you might want to make an exception for us,“ he said, smirking as he held up the drugs for Celeste to see.

Celeste's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the drugs. She knew that she shouldn't let Leon and his friends into the party, but the temptation of the drugs was too strong. „Fine,“ she said finally, gesturing for them to come inside. „But you have to promise to be discreet.“

Leon grinned. "We promise," he said, before leading the group inside.

As the group made their way through the crowd, Y/N couldn't help but notice how different this party was from the one she had just left. The music was louder, the people were more glamorous, and the atmosphere was charged with a sense of excitement and possibility.

Leon held Celeste by the waist, while they were walking more further into the house. „So, what’s that party for?“, he asked.

„It's just a celebration of my family's wealth and influence,“ Celeste said with a small smile. „We like to throw these parties every once in a while to show off a bit.“

Miu smirked. „Well, you definitely have a lot to show off,“ she said, looking around at the opulent decorations and expensive clothing.

„When she said ‚party‘..“, Junko started.

„You really thought she meant more of an acid-fueled sex rave without those snobs?“, Y/N asked. „It’s a rich party, obviously it’s boring. I‘ve been to those type of parties, since I was a child.“, she said, while rolling her eyes.

„God, I hate champagne.“., Leon muttered as he chugged down his third one.

„Why the hell are you drinking it then?“, Byakuya asked, who came back from the quieter part of the party.

"I thought you were supposed to be the rich kid here. Can't you get us something better?", Leon asked with a grin, gesturing to the champagne in his hand.

Byakuya rolled his eyes. „You have no taste, Leon. I hate people who have no taste, you know?“, he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

„What's going on?“ Kyoko asked, noticing the tense atmosphere between Byakuya and Leon.

„Nothing,“ Byakuya said shortly, turning away from the group.

Leon rolled his eyes. „He's just being a snob, as usual,“ he said with a smirk.

Kiyotaka frowned. „I don't think it's fair to make assumptions about people like that,“ he scolded.

Miu chuckled. „Relax, Taka. We're just having a little fun,“ she said with a smirk.

„Can‘t we just like.. take the drugs now?“, Celeste asked impatiently.

„What drugs?“ Byakuya asked, his tone serious.

„The ones Leon brought.“, Celeste answered. „Do you think I would really let someone like Leon in, without giving me something in return?“

„Oh, come on,“ Byakuya said with a sigh. „We're not here to do drugs. We're here to enjoy the party.“

Celeste rolled her eyes. „Relax, Togami. It's just a little bit of fun,“ she said, before gesturing for the group to follow her.

„What is it?“ Celeste asked as she looked at Leon's group of friends sniffing drugs. Even Kiyotaka was taking a small amount of it, while Chihiro looked on in fascination and a bit of unease.

Leon looked at Celeste with a smirk. „It's just a little bit of coke,“ he said, before taking another hit from the small baggie.

„Well come on then! Am I getting some now or not?“, Celeste asked impatiently.

„All in good time.“, Leon said and looked over to Chihiro. „Hold that.“, he handed him the baggie.

Celeste rolled her eyes, getting more impatient. „Fuck sakes, am I getting some or not?“, she asked again.

Chihiro looked at the small bag of drugs in his hands. He then opened the baggie and putting it in his mouth and swallowing it.

„No. No-no-no wait!“, Junko said trying to stop Chihiro.

„Hang on, what are you doing?“, Celeste asked Chihiro.

„Was that wrong?“, he asked Celeste back.

Leon looked at him in shock. „Did you just swallow my drugs?“, he asked taking the empty baggie from him.

„He’s fucking finished it!“, Celeste said angrily.

„It tastes horrible!“, Chihiro said in disgust.

The group was laughing, thinking it was hilarious that the innocent Chihiro just swallowed a whole pack of drugs.

„You’re not supposed to eat it. It goes up the nose!“, Celeste said. „What about me now?“

„Well, you can drink some of his blood now.“, Leon joked.

„My mouth has gone all numb!“, Chihiro complained.

„I‘m not surprised!“, Leon chuckled again.

Mondo took Chihiro by the arm. „Well, we‘ve done ours, let’s go!“, he said gesturing for the rest of the group to leave the small room.

Now only Leon and Celeste were in the small room. „You will get me some more, won’t you Leon?“, Celeste asked as she looked him up and down.

„Yeah.“, he answered.

„Cause if you could,“, she stepped a bit closer to him, their faces only a few inches apart. „that would be.. God, really, really great.“, she looked him up and down again.

Byakuya was staring at Y/N, while he was drinking his champagne. She was on the dance floor with Junko and Miu.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he watched her move to the music, her body swaying in time with the beat. He wanted nothing more than to join her on the dance floor, to feel her close to him once again. But he knew that it was impossible, that they were still too far apart to bridge the gap between them. So he continued to watch her from afar, content to simply bask in her presence.

„I need more class-A drugs, quick.“, Leon said as he was walking with Mondo towards the dance floor.

„Why?“, Mondo asked.

„Cause, Celeste just gave me the look.“, Leon explained.

„What sort of look?“, Mondo asked.

„The ‚I‘ll-fuck-for-drugs‘ look.“, Leon explained with a smirk. He walked to Byakuya and tapped him on the shoulder.

Byakuya turned to see Leon standing behind him, a smirk on his face. "What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

„I need your help,“ Leon said, looking serious for once.

Byakuya raised an eyebrow. „With what?“

„I need you to get me some more drugs,“ Leon said, gesturing to Celeste, who was waiting for him on the dance floor.

Byakuya rolled his eyes. „I don’t do drugs,“ he said flatly.

„Come on, every rich person does drugs!“, Leon said nudging him with his elbow. „I‘ll even help you with Y/N“

„I don't need your help with Y/N,“ Byakuya said, his tone icy. „And I'm not going to help you get drugs. You're on your own.“

Leon shrugged. „Suit yourself,“ he said, before turning and walking away.

As he walked back towards the dance floor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. He had been hoping that Byakuya would be able to help him out, but he should have known better. Byakuya was too uptight and stuck-up to ever do something like that.

Meanwhile, Y/N was still on the dance floor, lost in the music and the moment. She felt free and alive, like she could do anything she wanted. She looked over at Byakuya, who was still sitting off to the side, and felt a sense of longing. She wanted him to join her on the dance floor, to let loose and have fun with her. But she knew that it was unlikely to happen, that he was too focused on his own issues to let himself go.

Leon walked around the party, trying to discreetly ask people if they knew where he could get more drugs. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, but he was getting desperate. He had promised Celeste more drugs, and he didn't want to disappoint her.

As he was walking around the party, he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. It was someone he had partied with before, someone who knew where to get the good stuff.

„Hey, man,“ Leon said, walking up to the guy. "Long time no see."

The guy looked up at Leon, a grin spreading across his face. „Leon! What's up, man?“ he said, clapping him on the back.

„Not much,“ Leon said, trying to sound casual. "Just looking for a little something to spice up the party, you know?"

The guy chuckled. „I think I can help you out with that,“ he said, before leading Leon to a quieter part of the party.

He pulled out a small baggie of white powder and held it out to Leon. „This stuff is top quality,“ he said, grinning.

Leon took the baggie from him, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. „Thanks, man,“ he said and gave him the money.

„Get it out then.“, Celeste said. She was sitting next to Leon in the small room, where they took drugs before. Leon was about to unbutton his pants, but Celeste stopped him. „Not that! The drugs, you idiot.“, she said.

Leon chuckled, he got the small baggie and handed it to her.

„Thank you.“, Celeste said and sniffed a small amount of it. She handed the bag back to Leon.

„Is that all you’re doing?“, Leon asked as he put the baggie back into his pocket.

»Yep.«

»Don’t you want anymore?«

»No.«

»Oh. Okay. So…«

»So?«

They stared at each other for a few seconds. Leon tried to lean in for a kiss, but Celeste quickly turned away.

„Okay, I‘ll see you later!“, she said and got up.

„I thought we were gonna fuck!“, Leon said.

»What made you think that?«

»You‘ve had the drugs and you gave me the look.«

»What look?«

»The ‚I‘ll-fuck-for-drugs‘ look! Now stop arguing and get on my cock.«

»What? No!«

»Blow me, then. My dick is clean.«

»I don’t care!«

»Hand-job?«

»No.«

»You got to let me have a go on your boobs whilst you’re doing it.«

Celeste leaned a bit down to Leon, who was still sitting. „Listen, I‘m not gonna let some of my classmates fuck me. There’s only one person in our class that I would have sex with. I bet you can already think who that is.“, she said.

„And who the hell would that be?“, Leon asked.

„Togami, of course,“ Celeste said with a smirk. „He's the only one who's worth my time.“

Leon snorted. „You have got to be kidding me,“ he said, rolling his eyes.

Celeste shrugged. „What can I say? I have a thing for powerful men,“ she said with a smirk.

Leon chuckled. „Well, good luck with that,“ he said, before standing up and stretching. „I'm gonna go see what the others are up to.“

Celeste nodded. „Have fun,“ she said.

As Leon walked away, he couldn't help but shake his head at the absurdity of the situation. He knew that Celeste was just using him for the drugs, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of disappointment at the thought of never being able to be with her.

As she continued to dance, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Miu standing behind her, a sly grin on her face.

„Hey, Y/N. Having fun?“ she asked, her tone playful.

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of warmth in her chest at the sight of Miu's smile. „Yeah, I am,“ she said.

Miu leaned in closer to Y/N. „Listen, I know you're into Byakuya, but have you ever considered someone like me?“ she asked, her tone suggestive.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. „I‘m not into Byakuya.“, she said firmly.

Miu laughed. „Okay, okay. I get it,“ she said, before leaning in closer. „But seriously, if you're ever looking for a good time, you know where to find me,“, she said, winking at Y/N before walking away.

Y/N watched her go, feeling a sense of confusion and curiosity. She had never considered Miu in that way before, but there was something intriguing about her. She made a mental note to keep an open mind and see where things went.

As the music continued to blast in the background, Y/N stood confused on the dance floor. Miu's question made her realize that Junko and Mukuro had probably gone home by now, or that Mukuro had gone home and Junko was still partying elsewhere.

She looked to the sides and saw Byakuya leaving. Y/N quickly went after Byakuya, who was leaving the party. "Byakuya. Wait!" she called after him.

Byakuya turned to see Y/N running towards him, a concerned look on her face. "What is it?" he asked, his tone cold.

„Where are you going?“, Y/N asked him.

„Home.“, he said. „It’s 2am, I‘m tired and everyone here is on drugs or drunk anyway.“

Y/N hesitated for a moment before speaking. „Do you want some company?“ she asked softly.

Byakuya looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. „I don't need anyone's company,“ he said finally.

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment. „Okay, I understand,“ she said softly. „I'll see you later.“

As Y/N watched Byakuya walk away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. She had hoped that they could spend more time together and rebuild their friendship, but it seemed like he was still too guarded to let her in. She made a mental note to try again another time, but for now, she needed to focus on enjoying the rest of the party.

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I tried to make things between Byakuya and Y/N a bit difficult, because it wouldn’t be fun, if there wasn’t any problems LOL

Also I hope this chapter isn’t too confusing with all the other characters

#byakuya togami #byakuya x reader #danganronpa #non despair au #byakuya togami x reader #x reader #fanfiction

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years

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Merlin has been Court Sorcerer for a couple months now;

and whilst the gang knows that, in theory, he is "The Most Powerful Warlock to Ever Walk the Earth"... they never quite realised what that meant, until he got stabbed through the chest, and he laughed...

Good-Merlin, can still be a little very dark sometimes, especially when his friends are in danger.

TW: Some fairly graphic descriptions of violence under the cut, just lots and lots of blood, and Merlin being a little very terrifying.

ONCE AGAIN the gang (5 knights, A+M) are in the woods doing some shit.

A large group of mercenaries had been reportedly ransacking some outlying villages. Arthur had been crowned for less than a year, so in a show of solidarity and loyalty to his people, he took himself, his five best knights, and the newly appointed Court Sorcerer, instead of just assigning it as someone else's problem.

The first couple of days are uneventful. Everything's been so busy in recent months, with Leon taking charge of the knights whilst Arthur gets on with his kingly duties, the change in laws, and the complete change in Merlin’s life; it was nice for everyone to just catch up and goof around.

Of course they were focused on helping their people, but they might as well relax themselves on the way there. Everyone knows, a happy, de-stressed fighter, is a good fighter.

They come across the mercenaries quicker than expected. Apparently they had grown in confidence and ventured further into the kingdom.

That also means the gang wasn't expecting it, and even Merlin is taken by surprise.

There are also far more attackers than they were expecting, and six knights, even six of the best knights, was no where near enough to keep pace with the 30 or so group of attackers, and the fight was over before it really began.

Which is what lead to the current situation.

The gang had been dragged to a clearing, all clapped in cold iron shackles (with Camelot's new change in laws.... well, the mercenaries weren't taking any chances, any of them could be hiding sorcery).

A man who has clearly established himself as the leader starts shouting orders:

"Someone get a fire lit, a big one. Chain the knights to the trees, but that one-"

(He points directly at Merlin, the only one of the group not in armour)

He gives a horrid grin before continuing:

"- bring that one here, and unshackle him. Perhaps the King will pay up quicker should we pre-emptively send a.... message."

All the knights widen their eyes at this. Apparently these idiots hadn't realised that one of the men they had shackled to a tree was the King.

I guess if they were from outside of Camelot, they might not know what he looks like? But none of them question it, all hoping that once Merlin was free of his shackles, he could make a run for it and bring an army back.

Merlin just smirks slightly to himself, so small and brief, that only Leon notices it, and allows himself to be dragged towards the man in the centre of the clearing.

The Sorcerer stands casually, trying not to gag from the smell of the mans breath.

He rubs his wrists absentmindedly, and subtly takes in a deep breath as the shackles are removed, and he feels the magic flow back through his body.

Merlin lays a steely glare on the Head Merc as the knights watch on in fear, why wasn't he running? Fighting?? Anything??

He goes to say "That was a very bad move on your part." but just as he opens his mouth to speak, he feels a sharp pain in his chest.

He opens his mouth but all that comes out is a harsh gurgle, as blood starts dripping from between his lips.

He can vaguely hear the screaming of the knights as he takes a stumbled step back, before falling to his knees, only then looking down to see the hilt of the dagger, poking out from his chest.

He coughs up some more blood as he looks up at his attacker, unable to do anything but tremble, and pull a face of confusion, blinking rapidly in shock.

He can still hear the shrieking. Someone yelling his name. Someone screaming curse words, a lot of "NO!"s

The head honcho gives him one last smirk before walking over towards the knights, who are yanking so tightly at their chains, and screaming so loudly, they're almost certain to have fractured wrists and strained vocal cords.

Merlin kneels there, looking back down at the dagger, still coughing up blood and struggling to draw breath, his whole body trembling, as The Merc begins to address his chained friends.

"His carcass will be dropped at the gates of Camelot. Hopefully that will deliver the message to your powerful King."

He starts chuckling at the knights pleading, but before he can gloat more, Merlin starts wheezing. Loudly.

He turns around, about to yell at someone to finish him off and shut him up, when he realises in horror, that the wheezing, is slowly morphing into laughter.

The knights turn their stares back to their friend, confused and horrified, as Merlin looks up at The Merc from his place in the floor.

He slowly stands, swaying on his feet, grinning wildly, blood now pouring from his mouth, his teeth stained. A dribble comes out of his nose, his eyes manic, and his body still shaking.

"How... how is this possible?!-"

The Merc takes a step back, as all of his... employees... stare on, too shocked to act.

"- even if you were a sorcerer this is.... this is IMPOSSIBLE!"

He takes another step back, getting paler by the second, and a blood soaked Merlin grins at him,

He tilts his head, looking like a madman, and wheezes out a crazed:

“You think you get to kill me?”

The knights stare on in near-revulsion, as he lifts a hand wet with blood up, pulling the dagger from his chest, groaning briefly.

The red streak on Merlin’s chest begins to grow rapidly at this, and he bends over, almost falling, as he coughs up an impossible amount of blood, keeping the dagger gripped tightly in his hand.

As Merlin looks up, once again grinning, the leader regains a small part of his composure, and yells:

“KILL HIM! FOR GODS SAKE SOMEONE KILL HIM!!”

Before the swordsmen can take even one step towards Merlin, the grin drops from his face, his eyes glowing gold as he begins to snarl.

He begins taking disjointed steps towards the Head Merc, not even looking at the other men, trusting his Magic to do what he wants without much guidance.

He is vaguely aware of the screeching all around him, and begins to smirk again as the man he’s heading towards darts his gaze around the clearing in pure terror. The knights are also looking horrified, staring at the sharp vines bursting from the ground, and viciously ripping their attackers to shreds.

The Head Merc looks back towards Merlin, somehow managing to look even more petrified, as Merlin’s walking, and breathing, seem to become easier with each step.

The shrieks die down, and the clearing becomes silent, save for the harsh, frantic, panting of the only man left. The glow fades from Merlin’s eyes, his magic settling back into him. He spits out one last mouthful of blood, still walking, his chest fully healed, and the threats taken care of.

Still, he smirks.

The man falls backwards to the ground, rabidly scrambling away from Merlin, paler than ever:

“What.... what are you??? Please.. please!! I DIDN’T KNOW!!”

Still, Merlin walks towards him.

Still, he smirks.

The knights just about manage to tear their gazes away from the carnage in the clearing, staring at Merlin in fear.

Merlin’s eyes flash briefly gold once more, as he absentmindedly waves his hand, using his magic to pull the Merc to stand before him.

He’s trembling hard, but is too scared to make even a single noise.

Merlin tilts his head and, whilst still smirking, says:

“You attack my friends. You put me in cold iron. And you think you’re the one that gets to kill me?”

The knights shudder at the deadly tone of voice, one they’d never heard Merlin even get close to before.

Merlin’s hand rushes up and grips the man’s hair, yanking it back, as he drops his smirk and starts snarling again.

Quick as lightening, he thrusts the dagger that had previously perforated his own chest, up into the man’s heart, staring him into his eyes as the breath leaves his body:

“You don’t get to kill me.”

The Merc stops moving quickly, clearly falling to a more accurate blow than the one he’d given the sorcerer.

Merlin drops him, his eyes following his carcass in clear disgust.

The Sorcerer lets out a short, huffed, laugh, but before he can do anything else, he’s pulled from his thoughts, by Lancelot’s trembling voice:

“M... Merlin?”

Merlin’s head snaps up towards his friends, and his eyes widen just a fraction, before he casually waves his hand in their direction.

The chains that hold them to their trees crumble to the floor, and each of them slowly stands on shaking legs.

Merlin notices the fear and horror in their faces, levelling a short, assessing, stare at each of them before glancing back down to the body at his feet.

He looks back to Arthur before smiling. It’s his normal, sweet smile, as opposed to the smirk he held earlier, but it does little to comfort The King. If anything this smile is more terrifying after what they had just witnessed, and the fact that Merlin was still covered head to toe in his own blood didn’t help either.

Arthur continues to stare at him, trying not to look scared, but failing miserably. At that, Merlin shrugs slightly, before looking down at his hands, seemingly no longer even thinking about the knights (or...anything that had just happened).

He gives an irritated huff at all the blood, before moving his attention to his shirt:

“Bollocks. This is gonna be a bitch to wash. He could have at least slit my throat, instead of putting a giant hole in my shirt.” he mumbles it to himself, but the others draw in shaky breaths as they overhear him.

The knights glance at each other quickly, before slowly making their way to Merlin. None of them come within arms reach of him however.

(Though they are all now aware, after that terrifying display, that Merlin didn’t have to even be thinking about it, to hurt them).

It’s Leon that gulps, and speaks first:

“Merlin? Are you... feeling alright?”

Merlin looks up in confusion about that, but the speed of it makes the knights all flinch.

He looks around at them as he replies:

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? I already told you guys, I’m immortal.”

He looks down at himself, looking frustrated again, before perking up with sudden happiness:

“OH! I can just-”

He once again waves his hand, eyes flashing gold, as the blood disappears from his clothes and skin, and the hole in his shirt repairs itself.

The knights look amongst each other again, before Leon pipes up once more:

“Merlin you just... you laughed. You wiped them out. Do you... does your head feel alright?”

Merlin frowns at that, before turning around and looking at the carnage for the first time.

His voice is quiet when he speaks again:

“Oh. Yeah. My magic is pretty protective of you guys. I told it I wanted them all dead for hurting you, and I guess... that’s what it did-”

He looks back at them once more, his expression holding slight, worrying, amusement:

“As for the laughter, I just think it’s kind of funny that people keep underestimating me. And they keep dying for that mistake.”

He glances at the bloody scene again, only quickly, but when he looks back this time, he’s biting his lip and looking worried. Looking much more like the scared Merlin they used to get, all those years ago. He fiddles with his hands roughly, and seems to shrink in on himself as he looks at Arthur:

“Was that... was that wrong? You didn’t want any of them alive did you? I’m pretty tired now, but I could probably summon one of their spirits if you wanted to ask some questions or something?”

Arthur is taken aback at that, but he calls upon his bravery, and is the first of the knights to move closer to Merlin, only hesitating for a second, before pulling him into a brief hug:

“No, no it’s fine Merlin, you did great. I... we just haven’t seen you show off the extent of your powers yet and it was a little... unnerving.-”

The King pulls back, but keeps one hand on Merlin’s shoulder, glancing at the others, finally shuffling closer, before continuing:

“-I have a feeling we won’t be seeing any more of these guys, if there are others. Though one or two survivors would be great, next time.”

Merlin nods thoughtfully at that, as he receives a shaky smile, and clap on the back from Gwaine.

As Arthur lets go, and starts to pick his way through the bodies, looking truly unnerved, Gwaine following him, the rest of the knights briefly smile as they pat Merlin on the back one by one.

All of them get to work piling the bodies in one big heap, to burn them, and All of them are thinking the same thing:

“Thank fuck Merlin is on our side.”

THE END ✌

Soz lads, I know this is lot more gory than what I normally go for, but I just LOVE the concept of Merlin letting his dark side getting the better of him when the people he cares about are in danger.

Plus the idea of the gang finally seeing, finally understanding, why Emrys is worshipped by like 95% of magic users they come across....finally understanding that Merlin... their sweet, innocent, must-be-protected-at-all-costs Merlin,,,,, is basically a God. Noice

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dancingintheraindreamingonday · 3 years

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People's Paradise - Part 2

Summary: Steve’s feelings for you are growing but so are Bucky’s feelings for you. You are unaware of your appeal that just makes everything more complicated.

Pairing: Bucky x reader; Bucky x angel!reader

Warning: non, just fluff and feelings

Author’s note: I hope you'll enjoy this story. Please be aware that English is not my first language. And thank you to everyone who reads my stories and especially to those who write nice comments. I’m so overwhelmed by that that I can't reply (because I’m just blushing and giggling). :D

Part 1 - His angel

You and Bucky woke up and parted before anyone else could see you. Around lunchtime Bucky came into the common room, pissed off because his psychiatrist is the most annoying person he has ever met and because he wasn’t allowed to go on missions like the others. Then according to the doctor he was still unstable. To his surprise he found you lying headfirst on the couch. The pink headphones on your head and the slight movements of your feet implied that you were listening to music while reading a big book. Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter pouring some gin into his glas and watching you. Suddenly you looked up like you felt his presence in the room. „Oh. You’re back. How was it?“, you asked taking your headphones off. Bucky didn’t answer and just shrugged. You nodded in understanding. „Why are you here? Why aren’t you on their mission?“, Bucky asked. „I’m not allowed to go on missions. This would be interfering the human order and I would cause problems with that. Angels are watching me 24/7 to make sure I stay put.“ You looked outside the window realizing how warm and sunny it is.

„Do you wann go out with me?“. Bucky almost choked on his drink. „Like a date?“

„Oh. I meant do you wanna go outside with me- there’s a lake nearby and it’s really peaceful there.“, you smiled at him with your big (y/e/c) eyes and Bucky hadn’t it in him to say no to you even thought he just wanted to stay home. „But I don’t swim.“ You beamed at him. „You don’t have to.“

Half an hour later you both arrived at the lake and Bucky instantly regretted it. The lake was beautiful indeed but dozen of people were there as well- running, swimming, laughing and shouting at each other. „I thought you said it’d be calm.“, Bucky muttered annoyed. „Did I?“, you said happily already looking for a nice spot. As you and Bucky lay down you couldn’t help but chuckle. He looked so out of place with his jeans and shirt and shoes still on. In contrast you lay on your stomach with a red bikini that Bucky cursed himself. Why did he decide to come to the lake with you. You were pure temptation and it took Bucky everything to resist you; to not touch you. „Why are we here again?“

You turned to your left to look at him. Bucky lay on his back but his upper body was up like a small crunch while his elbows supported his weight. His sunglasses covered his eyes but you were pretty sure screwed his eyes. „I like it here. It’s people’s paradise. Everyone here is happy and carefree.“, You hummed and started to read the next chapter. Reading it out loud so quietly that only Bucky could hear you words. The voices and laughs of the children faded away and he almost dozed off if a volleyball wouldn’t have been flying in your direction and Bucky caught the ball effortlessly with his right hand.

Seconds later two college students were running towards you both. „I’m so sorry.“, said a high-pitched voice. The girl seemed nervous, playing with her hair and fluttering her eyelashes. „Nice catch.“, said a boy’s voice, clearly impressed. „Would you like to join? We play beach volleyball over there.“, He nodded to the girls and boys to his left.

Before Bucky could decline you closed your book and looked up. „Beach volleyball sounds fun.“ The boy was obviously stunned by your appearance that he had a hard time trying to catch his breath. „You can play too.“, His voice was dry and nervous. „Awesome. Give us a minute.“ You clapped happily in your hands.

„I don’t want to play volleyball with these kids.“, Bucky snarled angrily at you. „C’mon. Just one game. If you don’t like it, we will leave after that. I promise. But I’m pretty sure it will be great“

„Have you ever played it before?“, asked Bucky annoyed. „No, I haven’t but I watched the olympics last year.“, you winked at him.

You and Bucky were in opposite teams and you both dominated the game clearly. So after 3 rounds they decided to make it even more interesting. 2 versus 2. Bucky and a girl called Amanda, who was extremely good at this sport and you and a boy named Leon. Before the game started you grinned at Bucky. He looked so normal at this moment. Carefree. He laughed and you could see the little wrinkles around his eyes. He got rid of his shirt some games ago and just like the other girls you enjoyed the view of his trained body. His abs were glistening due to the sweat. This game felt like a game just between you both. Two soldiers who were tired of fighting but in that moment you both were free and normal and enjoying life.

„Be honest. You just won because of your angel power.“, Bucky chuckled as you walked to the car. You threw your head back laughing. It was already dark outside. You both spent more time at the lake than you thought. „I can’t help it. I’m an angel. I can’t turn it off.“ You looked at Bucky taking in his smile and his happiness. „I’m happy that you enjoyed today.“, you said sincerely.

„I felt like the boy I was before going to war. I thought I’d never feel that way again.“ He was thankful. Thankful that you were by his side.

Back in the compound you guys were greeted by a rather angry Steve. „Where have you been?“ He looked furious and you couldn’t understand it. „What? Did something happen on the mission?“, you asked terrified walking up to him. Your hands were caressing his trained triceps in a comforting way. Steve shrugged off your hands. „I’ll tell you what happened. We came back from our mission and you both weren’t there. You weren’t there.“ Steve looked at you directly, accusing you to the seemingly bad thing you did. You looked around to the other avengers who looked away awkwardly. You looked back to Steve, crossing your arms. Bucky observed you intensively. You seemed unsure and puzzled. „And that was wrong?“ First, Bucky thought you were provoking Steve with your question but then it dawned on him. You didn’t know how Steve felt. You were an angel still trying to figure out how to be human. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed. „Where were you both?“ He asked.

„At the lake. We played beach volleyball.“, you smiled looking at Bucky. „You two were at our lake?“ Steve looked at you in utterly disbelief and almost heartbroken. You widened your eyes, knowing you must have said something wrong. „What? No, I mean… I don’t own this lake. Other people were there as well.“, you tried to justify your actions, thinking that Steve meant a posted property by using the possessive pronoun. He just stared at you, shaking his head and stormed out. „Steve, wait!“, you shouted but he ignored you. You slouched your shoulders and walked into your room.

You couldn’t sleep that night so you decided to go on the balcony. You breathed in the cold, rainy air and studied the stars above your head. „I hope you don’t mind“, Suddenly Bucky stood next to you, imitate your actions by starring at the stars as well. He lighted a cigarette and exhaled. „I’m sorry about the argument with Steve.“, he said softly. „Don’t be. He was just upset because the mission was a mislead. I’ll talk with him tomorrow.“

„He was worried about you.“, stated Bucky. „That’s the reason why he was angry with you.“

„Really? But I’m way stronger than everyone else. That doesn’t make any sense.“, you mumbled. Bucky smiled. „Yeah. That thing never makes any sense.“, Bucky looked away from the stars and studied your face. „I enjoyed the day at the lake. I enjoyed your company.“ He whispered. „Sometimes I get the feeling that I’ve known you before. That I’ve know you my whole life.“

„Impossible.“ You whispered looking into his blue eyes and then on his lips. Bucky smelled of cigarette and coffee and rain. It was an intoxicating smell that you couldn't really focus. He was just centimeters from you and in seconds you would feel his hard lips on your soft ones. Suddenly a lout thud was heard as if someone in the kitchen dropped something. You couldn’t see the person because of the darkness. You gulped, stepping away from Bucky, making space. „I think I should go to bed now.“, you mumbled sloping your shoulders. Bucky gazed after you, regretting not kissing you. Regretting letting you go.

Adoration - Part 3

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Christmas Together / Scarlet Ribbons.

kicking off the christmas season with some highly indulgent hcs ! i’m also planning to write mini scenarios of getting caught under the mistletoe with each bucci gang member ehehe

[Scarlet Ribbons description]

Bruno Bucciarati;

It’s likely that Bruno will be the one you spend your first Christmas in Italy with. He’ll do everything that he can to make it a memorable experience for you, from taking you sightseeing to offering to spend the day together. His emphasis is always on the togetherness the season is meant to bring, so he’ll do what he so you never feel lonely or homesick.

When you’re dating, he’ll ask to take you to his hometown on the sea during the holiday season. Bruno wants to show you, the most important person in his life, where he had made beloved childhood memories. Of course, this includes treating you to meals and a stay in a luxury hotel. Bruno’s overjoyed to share this aspect of himself with you, an innocence that he long thought departed from him. You get to create new memories and reminiscence on old ones together.

The most likely from everyone here to propose during the holiday season. It feels fitting somehow, after sharing this much about himself and his ideals, that you two could eternally be tied together. Should you say yes, Bruno would obviously be elated, holding you so tight without intending to let go for as long as you should indulge him. Afterward, he’d bring you to the area his father is buried, saying that he’s now in good hands with you.

What Bruno would get you: A ring, whether it be an engagement ring or just a token of his love until you’ll have him as your husband. It’d likely cost a small fortune, a gold twist ring with a diamond in the center.

What Bruno would like from you: Honestly, this man needs a week or so away. Of course with you to sweeten to deal. Promise him a cruise and he’ll be putty in your hands.

Giorno Giovanna;

Growing up, Giorno never got to truly celebrate Christmas, only learning about it in school. Due to that, he’s knowledgeable about the holiday but doesn’t feel a real connection to it. His newfound enthusiasm would come from getting to watch you enjoy the various activities. He does his best to create more time in his busy schedule as not to miss out on this time meant to be spent with those dearest to him.

He would honestly melt if you brought him hot chocolate while he’s working in his office. It’s a small but touching gesture that warms his heart, it feels so surreal to him to have someone who loves him as much as you do. Giorno will invite you to stay with him so that the two of you can sit on the couch together, setting his work aside as he by far favors your company. Might get a bit mischievous and dab away the whipped cream you get on your face, leaning in closer than necessary with a sly smile.

Gold Experience Requiem is something of a sentient Stand, but still closely reflects Giorno’s wishes that he keeps locked away. While the two of you are walking somewhere, his Stand will imbue life into a nearby object, creating mistletoe that hangs above your heads. Giorno would bashfully apologize for his Stand’s behavior, only to be pleasantly surprised when you go on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He will be thinking about this moment for the rest of the week, god, your lips are so soft and feel so nice.

What Giorno would get you: Everything . No, but really, Giorno is going to want to spoil you even more than usual. You look at something in a window for .00001 seconds and it’s going to be wrapped up and given to you. Somebody stop this man .

What Giorno would like from you: Poor boy probably hasn’t ever gotten a Christmas present before, so anything would touch his heart. Giorno would love anything handmade or with sentimental value. A scrapbook or photos would be treasured.

Guido Mista;

Mista has honestly never really thought this time of year is anything special, not that he doesn’t enjoy it. He’s just never been big into holidays and stuff. Experiencing all these things with you changes his tune towards it though, it makes it all the more special. Every cheesy couple activity under the sun is going to be done with him, a goofy grin on his face. He’s so in love and can’t wait to make dumb memories together.

For some reason, he’s oddly determined to make a gingerbread man house with you. The gingerbread man cookies he decorates look a little off, their proportions funny and icing smeared everywhere. If you can’t hold back your laughter at the nightmarish looking creatures, he’s going to smear icing on your face, so beware. Mista will lick it off before running away from your wrath.

Sex Pistols get included in the celebration too of course. They’d be over the moon should you make cookies that look like them, though if you look away for a second too long, they’re still going to eat them. Most of your cooking consists of Mista trying to shoo away Pistols while you’re doing a majority of the work lmao. Number Five does his best to help! He’ll turn the recipe book’s pages for you and offer to help decorate. It’s super precious.

What Mista would get you: Ugly sweaters that he thinks are cool looking and literally everything on your wishlist. He spends all day wrapping your dozens of presents with Pistols pitching in.

What Mista would like from you: Mista is an easygoing guy, so he’d love basically anything. Put a bow on your head and say you’re his gift and it’ll really get him going. ; )

Pannacotta Fugo;

Fugo doesn’t associate Christmas with warm and fuzzy memories. He remembers all the dreadful socialite parties his parents would drag him to, how he was forced into uncomfortable tuxedos for hours, pretending like they were a happy family. With you in life his now, he’s willing to give it another go, but would need some encouragement. Fugo would only be doing it for your sake since he’s so whipped for seeing you happy. <3

Would love walking hand in hand with you through Via San Gregorio Armeno, taking in the remarkable craftsmanship of the nativity scenes. Fugo will visibly light up at the chance to impress you with his knowledge. He excitedly goes into rambles about the history of various things, from saints to traditions that were born in Naples. He’ll have a cute flush on his cheeks when he finishes speaking, realizing how you’re able to get him to talk so much. It’s precious.

Fugo is very insistent that you bundle up during this wintery season. Before you leave to go anywhere, he’s mumbling that you’re going to catch a cold, throwing scarves over you. He would never admit it, but the sight of you all bundled up with cheeks flushed from the cold is literally the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life. Don’t point out his staring, or he’ll get sulky.

What Fugo would get you: Fugo would fret over getting a gift you’d like. He’d go somewhat old fashioned, getting you a beautiful necklace that has your birthstone in the middle.

What Fugo would like from you: Attention. No, but really, he loves learning, get him some books on a topic he recently got interested in and he’ll be over the moon. Especially if you write a little note for him, he’d ascend.

Narancia Ghirgha;

Narancia is practically vibrating in excitement over getting to spend this time with you. He’ll tell you all the stuff he wants to do, enthusiastically waving his arms around, though it’s unlikely you’ll be able to do everything he wants. Narancia is going to be glued to your hip, ready to experience all the mushy couple stuff he can. He’s a bit clingy during this time, but indulge him, he hasn’t had good Christmas memories since his mom was alive and healthy.

God bless your soul if it snows . You probably already expect as much from him at this point, but he’s going to be throwing snowballs at you, laughing and running around when you pout at him. Narancia has a competitive streak, so throwing them back will incite a wild snowball fight. It’s all fun and games until he breaks out Aerosmith to attack your snow fort, then you’re having to reprimand him for using his Stand. >:((

He’ll tell you what it was like being in a detention center during Christmas, opening up more about his past. While he doesn’t seem to recount the time with obvious pain, you know him well and can tell when he’s hurting. Narancia would honestly consider proposing to you on the spot when you comfort him, saying that he’ll never have to spend this time of year alone now that he has you. It’s a sweet moment that he’ll literally never forget.

What Narancia would get you: Narancia would spend days making a custom mixtape, full of songs that you both love!!! He’d accompany the CD with bags of candy, bashfully offering to feed it to you.

What Narancia would like from you: If you wrote a song for him, he would probably cry from happiness. Narancia would be clapping like a madman when you finished singing it, saying it’s the best thing he’s ever heard in his life, and fully meaning it too.

Leone Abbacchio;

From an outsider’s perspective, one might expect Abbacchio to take a Grinch-like approach towards Christmas, but he’s surprisingly fine with it. Aside from loud caroling. He’ll make his displeasure for that known. It’s kind of always been just another month for him, but for your sake, he’ll make an effort to do whatever you please. Abbacchio grumbles as you drag him from place to place, but he’s literally melting on the inside at your cute enthusiasm. :’)

Abbacchio would forever imprint the sight of you in the snow into his memory. He watches the snowflakes dance around you, falling into your hair and glistening beautifully. While you’re going around trying to catch the snow, he allows himself this single happiness, silently wondering if he deserves it after everything he’s done. Before the negative thoughts can fester, you call him over, asking to make snow angels together. He doesn’t do it, he’ll just watch you having fun lmao.

You actually managed to convince him to wear matching sweaters, but not without a fair share of puppy eyes. Abbacchio is inclined to give in to most of your whims and this time is no different. Of course, he’ll only do it if no one is around, to save his honor. He’d enjoy having an arm wrapped around you by the fireplace, closing his eyes in contemplation. He feels immense gratitude to your presence in his life.

What Abbacchio would get you: Similar to Fugo, Abbacchio would feel worried about getting a good gift. He knows he can be prickly at times and feels this would be an opportunity to showcase his love for you. Eventually settles on a night out at your favorite restaurant and gifts you a bracelet at the end.

What Abbacchio would like from you: Your hand in marriage, he’d appreciate simple little things with lots of thought put into them. Making him breakfast, getting him a pair of shoes that goes with one of his outfits, stuff like that.

Trish Una;

Trish lives for all the cute couple-y stuff that you two can do during this season. Even if she won’t admit it outright, you can sense her excitement, but she’ll pout if you point it out. She’s not much for baking usually but will want to make cookies with you on the weekends as a date. Trish especially likes decorating them and gets super focused on getting the details perfect.

You two go on so many shopping trips. Trish will be holding your hand, taking you from store to store, trying on clothes together. She loves giving you recommendations based on what would complement your body type, you’ll be dressed to perfection at the end of the day. Trish doesn’t even bother looking at the price tags, she just picks what looks good and keeps going lmao.

In your downtime together, she’s going to be singing softly to you, running her hands through your hair as you lay down on her lap. Trish lives for intimate moments like this. She remembers how she loved spending Christmas with her mother, and while it hurts she can no longer do that, she’s immensely grateful to be with you. It makes the loneliness she would’ve felt more bearable. If you fall asleep while she sings to you, Trish will place a kiss to your forehead, whispering how she loves you in a way she’d normally be too embarrassed to.

What Trish would get you: Fashion and makeup baby !! It wouldn’t be exclusive to one day either. Lip gloss, eyeshadow palettes, new shoes, jewelry, bath bombs, the whole works. She gets a bit too into it.

What Trish would like from you: Matching accessories would make her heart practically beat out of her chest. That, or a charm bracelet, with charms linked to specific memories of your time together. <33

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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When They Meet Your Ex

Risotto Nero

Risotto would crush your ex’s head between his goth gf tiddies if he ever tries to get anywhere close to you.

You were on a park date on a late evening, not wanting to attract attention, but Risotto’s hat bells seemed to attract all the attention from passer-bys...

And by that, I mean cute little stray kittens would tried climbing up his pants to reach the bells.

Seeing you giggle at that, he only sighed and with the ghost of a smile, he suggested you sit down by the tree and play with the kittens.

It was all super cute at the beginning, seeing your lovely smile made his heart go WRYYYY with happiness, but that was rather short lived.

“Huuh? Y/N, that you? What are you doing with that weird looking clown? And why do you look like you’re wearing his way too large and washed out Metallica Tshirt?” hearing that familiar voice, you gasped and looked up, only to see the irritating face of your ex. “Honestly...Can’t I get a nice and quiet night without you around? Actually, why did you even stop? Come on, go away! I don’t feel like killing my braincells speaking to you again.” you humphed, looking away from him. “Awe, don’t be so hostile with me, babe! You definitely weren’t like that some time ago.” he smirked, as your eye twitched in annoyance. “Don’t call me that! It’s disgusting hearing that coming from your filthy mouth! You lost that privilege long ago!” your voice was lower, dripping with poison with each word. “I don’t think you should be speaking to me like that, considering how much you downgraded. Were you that desperate that you just forced yourself on the first person you saw?” he asked in a patronising voice. “I’m not you to force myself on people who don’t like me.” your voice even harsher now, but your big tiddy goth gf decided to step in. “To think that someone like you would speak like that about my girlfriend in front of me...You sure are a dumb fuck.” Risotto’s deep and dark voice echoed through the park as he stood down, towering over your ex. “Y-You’re not that scary, y’know?” your ex stuttered out those words, but that only made your boyfriend smirk. “Is that so...? Y/N, do I have your permission to teach this shrimp a lesson? No Stand needed, just my fists.” he asked, cracking his knuckles. “Permission granted. Just give me a good view of his blood flying around and I’ll be happy. I’ve been dreaming for this guy to get beat up for so long!” you giggled, leaning down on the tree with a relaxed look, with kittens all over you, as you enjoyed the show, your sweet boyfriend cursing the bastard over and over again, with each punch.

By the end of it, after making sure there’s no more blood on his hands and the jerk ran away, you called him to put his head on your lap, and kissed him tenderly, a smirk on your face.

“Who’d have thought that the best revenge is served bloody.” you chuckled, playing with his beautiful silver hair. “I would know.” he said simply, letting out a calm exhale.

---

Bruno Buccellati

You were at the restaurant with the team, as Bruno was away on a little errand and asked you to make sure the gang doesn’t destroy the restaurant, which wouldn’t really be a surprise, to say the least, but still.

“Okay, Narancia, I know you can do it. This is pretty easy, but you have to focus and take it one step at a time. What is 5 x 6? Take your time.” you asked sweetly, as you stood behind Narancia’s chair, your arms around his neck, your chin resting on the top of his head as he kept thinking and trying to count on his fingers. “Uh....30! Right? Right?” he asked energetically. “Yes, that’s right, congrats! And now, how much is 9 x 7? I know it’s a bit more difficult, but take you time and you’ll get it right!” I tried to hype him up, which made Mista and Fugo chuckle. “I honestly don’t have a clue how you can have so much patience with that braindead idiot.” Fugo complained, leaning back on his chair. “OI! WHO’RE YA CALLING A BRAINDEAD IDIOT?!” Naracia jumped on his feet as if electrocuted, which made me gasp and throw my arms around his torso, trying my best to keep him from fighting with Fugo. “Guys, settle down already! You don’t want to give Bruno trouble, do you?” I tried to reason, but they were long gone in their own word, while Mista was laughing, Giorno was pretending he didn’t know them and Abbacchio was ignoring us by listening to music. “Woaw...You’re a mess as always. Who are these guys anyway? Your groupies? Nah, these 2 seem way too young for that...They couldn’t be your kids, could they?!” a weirdly familiar voice called out from the entrance of the private space where we ate our meals, which made everyone stop what they were doing, snapping their heads towards the new person. “Oh...It’s you. Great, my day can’t get any worse, can it?” I dragged my hand down my face in aggravation. “So they ARE your children! What the hell, you said you didn’t want any children! I begged you so much, and you still denied me! And now?! What the hell, Y/N?!” he shouted, his eyes wide with shock. “These guys are 15 and 17, so if you can come up with a viable explanation on how I, at Y/A years old, could possibly have them as children, then congratulations, you win. Otherwise, I have to say, you’re the most braindead person I’ve ever met...Which wouldn’t be a surprise, considering everything.” I sighed, walking in front of him, staring him down, despite the height difference. “And who do you think you are, speaking to me like that, you little bitch?!” he screamed in your face. “Oi, Y/N, need a little help beating up this guy?” Abbacchio’s low voice called out, but you merely shook your head. “Nah, this is more personal. Listen, idiot, you aren’t allowed here. Restaurant’s rules. This place is reserved only for us, so get your sorry ass away from here before I kick you...Not that you wouldn’t like it, seeing how much of a masochistic freak you are.” you growled, pushing your finger into his chest repeatedly, to make him step way, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. “I think I’ll be leaving this place with you-” he began to speak, before a hand grasped his shoulder from behind so hard that he yelped in shock and pain.

“Now, now, I think mia bella told you already that this is a private place and you should leave. Unfortunately for you, you were stupid enough to touch her, so now you must suffer the consequences for your actions.” Bruno, glaring at the jerk, grabbed him by the shirt and threw him out of the restaurant, before talking to someone on the phone and returning to you, kissing your temple and holding his arm around you protectively, as he guided you back to the table. “Are you my guardian angel, Bruno? You always come to my aid when I need it the most, yet least expect it.” you chuckle, leaning your elbow on the table and gazing at him with a tender look. “I’d say it’s the other way around, but I won’t complain either way. Don’t worry about him, he won’t bother you again, I made sure of that.” he held your hand, intertwining your fingers together, before leaning on his chair, smirking at the others. “How did they behave today?” “On their best behaviour, of course! They are always little angels, and look! Narancia’s getting better at multiplying!” I clap in glee, showing him the new pages in his notebook. “Great job, Narancia, well done! And you, Fugo, for not getting angry at him.” Bruno praised them, but the two only shared a look of unease, as they laughed awkwardly, nodding.

--- Abbacchio Leone

You and Abbacchio were enjoying your day off together at a little cafe in town, knowing very well that none of the guys would bother you the whole day, so you were both pretty happy with that.

Your hand was over his, on the table, as you discussed random bands and were hyped about upcoming concerts in Italy that you were definitely going to together and would buy matching merch that you could wear and flaunt off how cool the two of you were together.

The problem is, however, when someone suddenly put their hands on your shoulders, making you jolt in your seat in surprise, before twisting behind to see who it was -

Only to have the misfortune of seeing your ex.

“Oh great, just what I needed. I got rid of the gang’s annoying antics, but I have to see another, much worse...Argh, whatever, I won’t even bother. Just leave, I don’t want to deal with you.” you roll my eyes, turning back to Abbacchio, obviously with a dramatic hair flip. “Awww, come on, admit that you missed me. I mean, what is this? Your new goth girlfriend, or what? I know I’m irreplaceable in your heart, but come on, no need to pretend that you don’t miss me.” he smirks, sitting on the empty chair next to you. “Oh, bother...” you facepalmed, looking at your boyfriend with an exasperated look. “Your tea is ready, sir, madam. Cherry Vanilla with extra Cinnamon.” the waiter put the teapot on the table, along with two cute little purple cups. “I am sorry, I thought it would be only the two of you. Should I bring another cup for the new sir?” the waiter asked politely, and while you were ready to deny, but Leone was faster than you. “Yes, please.” he answered simply, making you widen your eyes at him, but seeing his mischievous smirk, you realised his plan, which made you put your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. “You are very polite, dear Leone. More polite than I could ever be, I must confess.” you confessed, which earned a condescending laugh from your ex. “Well, you were never that much of a kind girl to begin with, Y/N, but that’s why I love you! We complete each other so well! I’m the good one, you’re the bad one...!” he trailed on, until the waiter brought the 3rd cup, and your ex tried to reach for the tea cup, but you slapped his hand away. “Go wash your hands! You can’t sit at the table with dirty hands! I don’t really care if you do it when you’re by yourself, but you should know by now that I’m hygene-obsessed!” you tried to reason without drawing suspicion to yourself. “Jeez...Can’t believe I stayed with a nagging bitch like you for so long...” he muttered under his breath, but got up and left for the bathroom anyway. “This is gonna be fun.” you giggled, as you poured the tea for for you and Leone, before putting the teapot back. “Now’s my part.” he smirked, as you looked away, giggling, not even able to stop as you imagined how funny it’d be. “I’m back now, babe! Did you miss me~?” he asked in what seemed to be a very failed smooth act, which made you scoff. “You wish.” you snorted, looking away. “Ah...You didn’t pour me tea too, how rude. Well, nevermind, it’s not like you ever had any initiative anyway.” he got the teapot and poured himself a cup, as you and Abbacchio sipped at the same time. “How do you like it?” you giggle, looking at him as he took a big sip from his cup, before gulping and choking. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! IT TASTES HORRIBLE!” he yelled at you, as you could barely stop yourselves from laughing. “It’s tea, what else could it be?” you smirked, watching his angry expression, as he tried to leap towards you, but Abbacchio was much faster, taking him by the scruff of his blouse and kicking him out, getting him banned from the cafe, before turning back and sitting with a large smirk on his face. “That was such a great success.” you laughed, high-fiving your smug boyfriend. “Nobody messes with my girlfriend...And honestly, this trick didn’t work with Giorno, so it just had to work with this idiot.” he chuckled lowly, before throwing away the remaining piss-tea and ordering another kind of hot beverage. “We’re the perfect duo, baby.” you kissed his lips while giggling slightly, before getting back to your seat and continuing your conversation from where you left it.

---

Kujo Jotaro

Today had been a very nice and peaceful day for Jotaro, and he intended on keeping it that way.

His mother didn’t annoy him too much with her goodbye kiss, the groupie that kept following him everywhere was rather tame today, not clinging on him as much, the teachers didn’t annoy him, the weather was fine, you promised to meet him in the park after school, with a bento prepared for the both of you, while helping him with some studies.

All went so well so far.

You were happy, and your bright smile managed to even put a smile on his face, and you two sat at the base of a very large and old oak tree, as you fed him the bento you cooked, and after that, you let him put his hat on your head, something he absolutely adored and made his heart beat faster, as he’d put his head on your lap and would let you stroke his hair, as you’d chat randomly and watch the clouds.

Everything was so perfect...

Or so Jotaro hoped.

But there just can’t be a perfect day without something bad happening.

Just as you leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Jotaro’s forehead, some people started approaching you. At first, neither of you thought anything of it, thinking it was just random people passing by, but that was far from the truth.

“Oi, oi! Who’s that over there? It that Kujo? With a girl?” the obnoxious voice echoed through the park, and while Jotaro was merely annoyed, you unintentionally remembered the voice, and flinched in annoyance. “Great, just what I needed today.” you grumbled, tipping the front of your hat, a habit you took from your boyfriend. “Yare Yare Daze...Do you know them?” Jotaro asked in a low voice, getting up and glaring at the 3 boys walking over. “Yeah...That bastard in the middle is my ex. Kill me now.” you sighed, hiding your face completely with the hat that was already extra large on you. “Ah! No way, is that you? Really? Y/N? What the hell? Didn’t you keep preaching how you wanted a smart boyfriend? Tsk...I knew it. You really aren’t as smart as you think you are.” he shook his head, whisking away the hat, making you immediately jolt to your feet, trying to get the hat away. “Get that back! Come on, don’t be a jerk! It’s not even mine, you have no right to take it away! Just give me the hat and go away, I really didn’t want to see you again!” you reached up, trying to get the hat, but it was out of your reach. “Only if you give me a kiss. Come one, Y/N, you broke up with me in such bad terms, why not make it better?” he tried to reach his hand towards you, but you slapped it away hard. “Don’t even think of touching me, you jerk! You don’t deserve anything!” you stepped back, glaring at him, but you didn’t realise you bumped into someone, until you looked up and noticed it was Jotaro. “You have 3 seconds to give back my hat and run away.” he threatened, but your ex was having none of it. “And who the hell do you think you are? Her little play toy? Don’t you know? He loves to play around until she gets bored! And then she’ll just throw you away like garbage! Come on, man, I’m looking out for a bro here!” your ex tried to reason, but Jotaro was having none of it. “I don’t appreciate trash like you talking like that about my girlfriend. You have 2 more seconds before you’re dead.” Jotaro glared threateningly at them, putting you behind him protectively. “E/N, man, you don’t know him? He’s Kujo Jotaro, he’s known in the whole city for beating everyone up, even teachers. He never lost a fight! I wouldn’t go against him!” one of his friends explained, backing away from him, not wanting to get caught up in this mess. “One...” Jotaro stepped forward, grasping the front of your ex’s shirt. “Fine, whatever, here’s your stupid hat, now let me go!” your ex threw the hat at him, which he grabbed with his other hand and gave it to you. “Time’s up.” Jotaro smirked slightly, cracking his fists. “What?! You said you’d let me go!” your ex seemed to have fear flashing in his eyes as he tried to step back. “I said you have 3 seconds to return the hat AND run away.” and with that, Jotaro unleashed a barrage of ORAs at your filthy ex, rendering him barely able to walk as he got away by his 2 minions. “Well, that was surely satisfying to watch.” you chuckled slightly, before returning to your spot at the base of the tree. “Thank you for that. It was a pretty fine revenge, to be fair.” you smirked softly, taking out your notebooks from your bag. “Yare Yare Daze...Only cowards these days.” he shook his head before smiling, seeing you with his hat back on your head. “I can’t deny that. But doesn’t matter, you’re the best anyway. There’s nobody who can replace you in my heart.” you put your hands on his face before stealing a quick kiss from him. “Come on now, dolphin boy, let’s see what you want to revise for the Entrance exam.” you grinned, lifting up the hat so you could see a bit. “That’s my girl.” the ghost of a smile plastered on his face, as he put his arm around you, leaning back the tree and having you leaning on his chest, relaxing with the notebooks in your lap.

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[Vampire!Leon/Witch!Reader] “A Night of Tricks and Treats” (Halloween Fic~!)

A/N: HAHA, I did it! It’s later than I wanted to post this, but it’s here! So enjoy the story that y’all voted for: A Vampire!Leon AU, with cute/fun elements, and a black dahlia thrown into the mix (along with other creative liberties). Thanks to everyone who voted on that poll - this one’s for you!

Vampire!Leon x Witch!Reader - “A Night of Tricks and Treats”

Word Count: ~3k

Rating: Teen (mild blood, reference to death, adult language, spooky stuff)

The third set of feverish knocks on your front door pulled a frustrated groan from your lips. You were finally drifting off to sleep when some rando decided to assault your door at some ungodly time in the night (or morning, since you checked your phone to see that it was a quarter past three). Pouted lips set on your face, you groggily slip out of bed, hardly bothering to grab the cardigan that you kept slung over your desk chair. Another fit of knocks was just starting up when you threw open the door, ready to say a few choice words to your unfortunate visitor.

But unfortunately for you, this wasn’t just any visitor.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Leon gave a cheery smile, oblivious as ever.

Ah. Maybe you should have put on some better clothes. But you’re already this far in - you decide to just play along like nothing’s wrong. Knowing him, you’d at least have a couple of minutes before the awkward sets in.

“Uh, yeah… You do realize it’s three in the morning, right?”

Leon shrugged.

“I’m aware, but it’s so much easier getting here at night. You have no idea how annoying paparazzi can be…” You sink in your hip a bit, watching his eyes flit down past your head for the briefest of moments. He tries to meet your gaze again, but the awkward smile twitching with some odd emotion that settled onto his face cues you in that he most definitely noticed.

The weather’s been oddly warm despite it already being autumn, so you were still wearing your summer pajamas. Which, of course, were a simple set of purple Wooloo PJs. Short-shorts that were baggy and comfy, a tank top that was equally baggy and comfy. Nothing scandalous, but definitely more revealing than what you normally wear.

You can practically hear the dial-up sounds going on in Leon’s mind as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, one hand tangling itself around a strand of that obnoxiously long purple hair, him just desperate to find something to distract himself with. It’s kind of fun to watch, actually.

“Did you need something?” you eventually sigh, crossing your arms over your chest as a hint of self-consciousness rumbles through your gut.

“A-ah, right!” he snaps out of it and lifts up his arm. Carefully pulling back the sleeve of his casual red hoodie, he reveals to you his forearm. A large, dark-colored burn covers most of the arm, even reaching down to his fingertips. You can’t help but wince, leaning forward for a closer look. “I, um, could use some of your help with this, if you don’t mind.”

“Again, really, Leon?” you can’t help but scold him a bit. He laughs, anyways. “This is the third time this month - one of these days there’s not gonna be much of you left to heal.”

He mutters a soft apology, but you’re still playing like you’re irritated with him and spin around into your living room. You don’t make it far before you realize that Leon’s still standing just before the threshold.

“Oh, right - you can come in.”

“Thanks,” Leon sighs in relief, still holding his arm with a smile.

Just like always, you guide him through your house, leading the significantly taller man down the halls towards a dark down just at the opposite end of your little cottage house. Expertly, you unlock the mystical mechanism that you yourself created (probably seven or eight years ago now? Man, how time flies) to reveal the ominous, shadowy basement. The two of you descend down the steps; you pass by a set of candles and light them with a snap of the fingers, a sight that surely puts stars in Leon’s eyes. He’s always been a sucker for parlor tricks like that.

Leon waddles over to the simple wooden chair you have waiting near the center of the room, taking a seat to watch as you tugged on your long black cloak (the one you made a habit to keep hanging down here for these very instances) and began pulling out various ingredients from one of the numerous cabinets that lined the upper walls of the room.

“Wish you’d just commit to being nocturnal, already,” you couldn’t help but sigh, checking the date you had written on the little jar of beeswax you were inspecting. “If you keep getting injured like this, your healing abilities might become permanently disabled.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m still champion,” he laughed, seeming more amused by your reaction than anything. “I can’t just step down for no reason.”

“Sure you can.” You climbed up onto a lower shelf to dig further into a cabinet. You left that jar of chamomile here somewhere. “Gym leaders do it all the time.”

“It’s different for champions. We’re the best of the best, the image of the ideal trainer for our region. Galar isn’t known for giving up, so that’s not an option I’m willing to consider.”

You almost settle for the bag of rosemary, only to quickly set it back in the cabinet. That would be bad, using rosemary on Leon. You were trying to heal him, here, not destroy the guy. You decide to check another cabinet.

“I know, I know, Mr. Unbeatable Champion. I’m just saying that it hasn’t even been a year since you’ve turned and now I’ve basically become your primary medical provider. And you don’t even pay me!”

“I pay you!” He whines a bit before pausing, no doubt trying to think of instances of proper “payment”. “I, um… Well, I’ll pay you back this time!”

You finally find the chamomile, and even stumble upon that jar of honey you were looking for earlier today (of course, they were both behind the several jars of cinnamon sticks). So you throw the man a perked eyebrow while walking over to your giant black cauldron, which rested within a rustic brick fireplace.

“Oh yeah? What have you, Good Sir Champion, have to offer to the likes of me?”

“Name your price and I’ll double it.”

You snicker, lighting the fire with a clap of the hands rather than snapping. You can barely catch Leon’s amazed smile from this far away. How is any of that exciting for someone like you, you can help but wonder. Champion, genuinely cool guy, recently-turned vampire… still gets amused at basic baby magic. Same ol’ Lee.

“Hm, that’s a bold offer, young man,” you muse, adding a dramatic raspiness that makes you sound like some aged witch from a shitty Blockbuster horror film. “A wise man would think twice before dealing with a witch~.”

“Please,” he snickered, “you still call me to catch baby Joltiks that wander into your house. Don’t even try.”

A playfully sour look from you spurs a booming fit of laughter from your old friend. You hide your smile by turning away, focusing more on getting some dandelions to add to the mix. A small bag of garlic slumps over in the cabinet, so of course you grab it and reveal it to the man. He instinctively leans back a bit, a nervous grin settling onto his face.

“Hey, maybe this’ll add some extra zing to your salve, huh?”

“Uh, n-no thanks…”

“That’s what I thought,” you cackle, tossing the garlic away. Thoroughly satisfied with what you have, you dump a shit-ton of beeswax into the cauldron, watching it slowly melt before adding in the other items. While all that boils away, you wander over to your other writing desk, skipping past your grimoire in favor of digging into a drawer. There, you retrieve a small glass vial and a bag of jumbo marshmallows; those in hand, you walk back over to where Leon resides.

“Time for the secret ingredient.”

“It’s not really a secret ingredient if I already know what it is,” he frowned.

“Shut up and open wide.”

He rolls his eyes a bit, but does as he’s told. If you didn’t already know the truth here, you might have not seen anything unhuman about his teeth. Overly white from years of meticulous care and likely bleaching or whitening strips (though the thought of Leon walking around at night with whitening strips on his teeth nearly made you choke on your spit), but otherwise normal-looking human teeth. However, you knew better, and peered a little closer to his canines. Sure enough, you could see it; a slight shimmer, something like seeing heat rising off the earth during the summer, wavy and hardly noticeable. You took a marshmallow in one hand, the vial in the other; expertly, you stabbed the treat into one fang and simultaneously propped up the vial against the other tooth. Leon flinched a bit (“It feels really weird,” he had told you one time, following the same procedure the night he needed a quick fix after accidentally grabbing one of his grandmother’s rosaries when cleaning up his mother’s house, “kinda like I’m spitting with my teeth. Yuck.”). In seconds, small spurts of a dark, sort-of maroon-colored liquid fills up most of the vial. You give it a few seconds more before pulling away, taking a moment to drain the liquid from the marshmallow before offering the remains to the champion. He childishly takes it with glee, stuffing it into his mouth with that stupid smile on his face (goddamn his smile was gorgeous, but it’s way easier to just say that it was stupid, instead).

With the last and most important ingredient, you return to your work, carefully pouring the vial’s sibylline contents into the concoction. You pick up the large wooden spoon that hangs over the fireplace and give a few generous stirs.

“Y’know,” you hear Leon’s footsteps creeping up behind you, keeping a slow, leisurely pace as he meanders around the room, “this really wasn’t the future I thought for us when we were kids.”

You exhale a chuckle from your nose. You almost say that you feel the same, but the fear of him inquiring further about what you did envision makes you choose a different set of words.

“Don’t even think about getting all Byronic on me,” you peered over your shoulder. He simply smiles at you - an even stupider smile - hands in his pockets as he slowly makes his way towards you. “I’m not going to listen to you moan and groan about your tragic fate for all eternity.”

He chuckles, something surprising soft instead of his regular bone-shattered laugh.

“Of course not. I’m just saying that I figured we’d be, y’know, doing other things.” You try not to think about what he could mean by that. “But I’m not really against this. I don’t think I would’ve found out about your little shop of horrors down here, otherwise.”

He’s got a good point there. Literally the only reason you admitted to your secret life as a decently skilled witch was the night he turned. You could still remember it all; he stumbled into your house, desperately holding his wound with that terrified look in his eye, as if he was looking at Death, itself. You’d never personally treated a victim of vampire’s night out (not a live one, anyway), but you did everything in your power to keep Leon alive. But you knew that it was nothing short of a miracle that he managed to wake up the next morning, having survived a night of literal death in slow-motion. Not so many victims were so fortunate to make it through the process, but like hell you were about to let your childhood friend die like that. So now he knew your secret, and you protected his. At least you didn’t have to worry about the two of you drifting apart any time soon, especially with him always forgetting basic vampyric flaws like sunlight all the time.

He settles beside you, offering a soft smile.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m really grateful to know someone like you. You’ve got better things to be doing, and yet you always make time to bring me back after I do something stupid again and again.”

You look into his eyes a moment too long before looking back into your task. The gooey mixture, now dyed a deep red, bubbled down below, seeming almost alive.

“You make it sound like I just started doing this. I’ve been patching you up since kindergarten.”

“Fair enough. But still… I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. So, thank you.”

He’s got that look in his eyes again, golden irises burning brighter than ever, and he’s far too close for you to be comfortable. So, logically, you look even deeper into your cauldron, grateful that the darkness of the room likely hides your ever-burning cheeks. Thankfully, the brew looks just about ready. You reach over and grab a small bowl from the table nearby, spooning some of the waxy goo into its hold.

From birth, it had been decided that you would carry on your mother’s family tradition of witchcraft. And you have - with much pride - and it’s become your greatest secret that would spell disaster should it be learned by the wrong people. You didn’t make many friends, but Leon’s dumb smile was so infectious that you were always drawn to him, even if he drove you bat-shit with his innocent antics. The two of you were close for so long, but after he became champion, things became a bit more strained. You figured that it wouldn’t be long before he forgot about you altogether - but then last year’s “incident” happened, and now a whole new understanding unknown to much of the world had formed between you both. You knew it was far too late to ever consider confessing any of your possible feelings for him (feelings of annoyance, you always told yourself - what an unfortunate lie that’s come to be), but now here you were, likely stuck as his clandestine nurse for the rest of your mortal life. And then what? You’d be reincarnated, would likely stumble upon memories of your past lives (such is the fate of those who take on the witch’s mantle), and see the man you once loved (or loathed, as you’d rather say) finding someone else to take care of him in your absence. For him, it’d hardly feel like a change. But for you, it’d truly be a fate beyond that of death or eternal damnation. You should be happy that he has a reason to stay with you for the rest of your life, but instead, all you can feel is a bitter aftertaste that you have no choice but to suffer through.

“I can’t say I believe in fate,” you shrug your shoulders, “but every now and then the stars align in such a way that has us thinking that God has a sense of humor.”

Leon chuckles again, but you don’t really know. He doesn’t really know what you’re referring to. Right?

You shuffle him back over to the chair, sitting him down and resting his arm across the armrest. As gentle as possible, you spread the salve across the burn area, letting it soak in a bit before applying a second coating that you massage into his skin. Leon watches with that dumb, stupid, bothersome smile of his; you make a point never to meet those eyes, not when you’re so close to him like this.

After a few minutes, you give an affirmative nod and pull back, inspecting the injury. Sure enough, it’s already starting to lighten up.

“Looks like we got power in the healing department,” you smirk. “You’re all ready to go, Good Sir Champion.”

“Not quite.” You must’ve made a weird face, because he’s quickly backtracking, rubbing the back of his neck with a laugh. “I mean, uh, I still have to pay you back double, right? You never said what kind of payment you want.”

You don’t like the way he phrased that. No, you hate the way he phrased that. It’s got your mind in all sorts of a jumble, now. So as quick as you can (before you accidentally say something stupid), you make up a response.

“Flowers.”

Okay that’s really fucking dumb.

Leon quirks his eyebrows at you, seeming amused once more.

“I, uh, I mean,” you stumble for words, hoping to dig yourself out of this hole you’ve thrown yourself into with one stupid word. “What I mean is… I’ve been looking for a specific set of flowers for this spell I’m working on, but they don’t really sell them in stores nearby. So, uh, yeah. Get me flowers.”

“Flowers? For a spell?”

“For a spell,” you affirm.

“Okay,” there’s a strange tone to his voice that you don’t really want to try and decipher, “I can do that. What, uh… what kind of flowers do you want - er, what kind do you need? For the spell?”

You run through a mental list of all the most non-romantic flowers you can think of. Unfortunately, you like flowers, so all of them kinda felt romantic. God fucking dammit.

“Uh… dahlia’s? Black dahlia’s - yeah, those’ll be good. For the spell.”

“Right, the spell,” he nods, glancing off to the side for a millisecond. “I think I can do that, yeah. For a second, I was kind of scared you were gonna make me get a bunch of super poisonous flowers. Not sure how I would explain that one to my bank.”

“Y-yeah, right.”

A brief (and awkward) silence settles over the two of you. Eventually, Leon moves to get up; you shuffle a few steps back to give him enough space to stretch.

“Well, thanks again for helping me - I feel a thousand times better. I swear, you’re a better doctor than, well, actual doctors.”

You smirk with a smidge of pride. “Magic is just a science that hasn’t been accepted yet. And it looks cooler, too.”

“Maybe you can teach me a few things, some time.”

You narrow your eyes at him, playfully glaring in such a way that has him laughing just at the sight of it.

“That’ll cost you more flowers, Lee - are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“I’ll buy you as many flowers as you want - any kind you want.”

You wait a minute for him to backtrack, or to say “For the spell” in a rushed manner like always. But that’s it, the end of the sentence. He just stands there, smiling in that stupid way evermore, eyes focused entirely on you.

It’s a look that you can hardly describe, the look in his eyes at that moment. It pulls something from your chest that you had spent years keeping locked up tight.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You don’t know what scares you more - the fact that you said that, or the fact that he grins even brighter.

You’re the witch here, and yet he’s the one trapping you in this terrible enthrallmetn that has you seeing stars with just that stupid-dumb smile of his. It’s hard to blame it on his status or his altered state of humanity when this has always been the case. No, that’s just the kind of person Leon has always been and (hopefully) always will be. And you would likely be stuck with this (gorgeous) idiot for the rest of your mortal life.

It’s got your heart beating faster - you can’t tell if it’s from fear or from excitement. Maybe both. Most likely both.

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“Secret Project” — Ikemen Prince Prologue

I talked about this the other day, but today I can finally announce that I've finished (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I've finished translating the prologue for Ikemen Prince!

It's been a few days since the game was released, but I still want to share some of my impressions with you before you guys plunge into the madness that is my translation (￣▽￣*)ゞ

Truth be told, I had mixed feelings about this game when I first heard about it. It honestly reminded me quite much about Midnight Cinderella (which I am not so fond of as I am of others) although the premise is different here. However, said premise is exactly what got me interested in the game. The basis for this game is the tale of The Beauty and the Beast; a very well-known one, I think. I was curious as to how they would include this into the story, but as of now it looks really promising („• ֊ •„)

The system is really similar to Ikemen Genjiden, so it is not too difficult if you already got used to it before (though it's definitely different from Ikemen Revolution and Ikemen Vampire.) For those who don't know Ikemen Genjiden's system yet: Don't worry, it is really not that hard to figure out!

The visuals are really great and fit the theme extremely well. As for the attire for each suitor, I think most of them are incredibly pretty! σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

The three initial suitors are as expected Leon, Chevalier and Yves. I did think that Leon and Chevalier were obvious choices because they are the leaders of each faction ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ and although I'm not too sure how Yves fits in there, I wasn't especially surprised about him being one of the first suitors.

Moreover, the prologue is fully voiced, which makes it a really worthwhile experience (*￣▽￣)b

So, without any further ado, please enjoy Ikemen Prince's prologue! I hope many people will come to love this game (share some love with Ikemen Live and Ikemen Genjiden too, please) so that we'll see an English version in the future °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

(By the way, Emma is the preset name if you don't choose any other (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) Also, I apologize beforehand for any typos or formatting mistakes. It was... a lot of text (ಥ﹏ಥ))

Part 1 — A Tale That Started in a Bookstore

A sweet love like fluffy, melting cotton candy. A bitter love like black tea without sugar or milk. There are many types of love stories in this world. Every time I come in contact with those, I come to think that I don’t know true love. People my age fall in love, get married and build a happy family. The time when I dreamed of a serious love to the point of giving up myself might have already ended.

(But... still...)

Even today I still yearn for a love I would risk my entire life for.

Emma “... Haah, this book was great as well.”

During the day on a weekday, on the counter of the much less busy than usual bookstore, I gently closed the book.

(There aren’t even customers coming in... well, it’s troubling that they don’t come, but thanks to that I can read a lot of books.)

??? “Emma, did you finish reading?”

Emma “Woah!?”

Suddenly, because of the shadow that filled up my vision, I jumped back from my earlier thoughts.

Emma “Ri– Rio...?”

Rio “Sorry for surprising you. I came to see you today, too.”

Emma “Welcome, Rio. But... shouldn’t you be at work at this time?”

Rio “Ah, I quit the day before yesterday.”

Emma “Huh, so it’s like—... you quit!?”

Rio “That’s right. That’s why I’m in the middle of searching for a highly praised job!”

Emma “Is... is that so... again...”

Because I felt like we had the same conversation just a few months ago, as his friend I got a little worried.

(He’s skillful with his hands, sociable and he has a bit of a clumsy side to him, but he’s still liked by everyone...)

Emma “Why did you quit work?”

Rio “Of course, because I am yours.”

Emma “Excuse me?”

Rio “Because, since you saved me that day, my body and my heart, I will devote everything to you.” “I can’t serve other people.”

Emma “Aaah, yes... in other words, your reason is a secret.”

The sight from the rainy day three years ago when I had picked up the collapsed and nearly dying Rio crossed my mind.

(I always thought so, but it feels like a big dog became attached to me.)

Rio “I’m always serious, okay! By the way, is the owner in?” “I wanted to talk to him in person today because I want to work here with you...”

Emma “He went out to some distant place to go shopping, so I think he won’t return for some time.”

Rio “No way...!”

I was about to tell him to give up— but seeing that Rio looked dejected like a dog with its ears down, I swallowed the words.

Emma “... You may not be able to talk to him directly, but how about asking the owner with a letter next time?”

Rio “Can I!?”

Emma “Sure. There’s also physical work to do in a bookstore, so it would be reassuring to have you here.”

Rio “Thanks, Emma. From now on I will call you Master, okay?”

Emma “No, don’t—”

Surprised by the noise that came without warning, I quickly covered my stomach.

Emma “Did... Did you hear that?”

Rio “Of course! But rest assured. I know you very well, you know.”

Smiling proudly Rio walks up to a cart.

(A cart? Since when has that been here!?)

Rio “I thought this might happen, so— ta-dah!”

The sheet on top of the cart was removed and what came to light was a mountain of food.

Emma “Wow, amazing!”

Candied fruits, truffles with a lot of cheese, rose-shaped baked sweets and apple benier— On that cart were a lot of foods that you often see at festivals.

Rio “This also doubles as my lunch, but I was in a bit of trouble since I bought too much.” “I’d be happy if you eat to your heart’s content.”

Emma “Really? Well then, thanks for the food!”

When I put the baked confectionery into my mouth, I couldn’t help but smile.

Emma “Mmh, this is so good!” “Come to think of it, wasn’t there a festival going on outside?”

Rio “Yeah. Remember, today is the National Foundation Day of the Rhodolite Kingdom!”

Part 2 — Festival of the Rose Country

Emma “Come to think of it, wasn’t there a festival going on outside?”

Rio “Yeah. Remember, today is the National Foundation Day of the Rhodolite Kingdom!” “This year, there are a lot of street stalls as well.”

Emma “I see. Were there any notable booths?”

Rio, while chewing on an apple benier, clapped his hands as he remembered.

Rio “I remember now. There was a stand with old books!”

Emma “What, really?”

Rio “Yeah, isn’t there a traveling merchant who sells books once in a while?”

(That sounds interesting... I’m REALLY interested, but I need to watch the shop...)

Rio “Off you go.”

Emma “Huh...?”

Rio “I’ll watch the shop for you.”

Emma “Are you sure?”

Rio “Whom do you take me for? I’m your future husband after all.”

Emma “... you’ve gotten that wrong, but thanks anyway, Rio!”

Rio “If you want to thank me, then a hug—”

Emma “You can get a handshake.”

I held his big hand tight, shaking it up and down and then released it.

Emma “Okay, I’m off then! You can look forward to a souvenir!”

Rio “All right!” “She’s so cute... I really hope she doesn’t get caught by some bad guys.”

The moment I left the shop, I felt like I heard Rio whisper that.

Street Vendor 1 “If it isn’t Emma! Take this rose-shaped hair ornament to commemorate the National Foundation Day.”

Emma “Wow, that’s lovely! Thank you.”

Street vendor 2 “I also recommend our rose-shaped brooches! It will surely suit you, so I’ll give you one as a present.”

Emma “Really? Thank you so much!”

I carefully put the rose-shaped works on top of the several volumes of books I bought from the traveling merchant just before. When I thanked the generous stall owners and started walking again, banners engraved with “Rhodolite Kingdom—Country of Roses” hung from the buildings along the street flitted.

(Country of Roses... That’s indeed true.)

The flowers that bloomed in the city, the products lined up at the street stalls, and even the castle one could see in the distance were all packed with roses. When I took a deep breath, a mellow scent filling up my chest, the familiar sensation made me smile.

(Okay, let’s see. I bought the books and next I need to get a souvenir for Rio...)

??? “Don’t ya watch where ya goin’? Ya shitty brat!!”

Emma “... what?”

To the dangerous voice that stood in contrast to the beautiful city, not only me but also the people around me stopped their feet. In the middle of the turmoil were a red-faced man and a boy who was sitting on the ground.

Little Boy “Waaah... sob...”

Drunkard “How ‘bout ya beg for forgiveness for crashin’ into me? Hah!?”

(... No, you don’t!)

Because of the highly raised hand, I stepped in between the drunkard and the boy without hesitation.

Drunkard “What do ya want...?”

Emma “What do you think you are doing, raising a hand against a small child like him!?”

Drunkard “Shuddup! That’s got nothin’ to do with ya!”

The clenched fist that had stopped before was now swinging down at me. When I tried to promptly shield myself, the books fell to the ground—

(Huh...?) (It doesn’t hurt?)

??? “That’s as far as you go.”

When I timidly opened my eyes... A man who had stood behind the drunkard before he knew it, strongly held on to the hand reeking of liquor.

Black-haired Man “If you kick up a fuss, I’ll be your opponent... So, how about it?”

Part 3 — Beast and Beast

Black-haired Man “If you kick up a fuss, I’ll be your opponent... So, how about it?”

Emma “Uh...”

We as well as the curious onlookers were swallowed by his unique aura and as if the tumult had been a lie, it grew silent again.

(... What a presence that person has...)

If I had to compare, the feeling of tension around him was the same as if the King of Beasts had escaped from its cage and suddenly appeared in the city. It should have been clear to everyone that this person wasn’t someone you should pick a fight with... Just as the man smiled daringly, the drunkard shook off his hand with a click of his tongue.

Drunkard “Then, why don’t ya bring it on!”

Black-haired Man “Heh, how lively.”

Emma “Please wait! A peaceful solution would—”

Drunkard “Be quiet!”

(No!)

The drunkard loudly kicked a book that was scattered on the ground. The book drew a perfect arc and, just like that, landed in the middle of the road— As if to block the path of a white horse that walked over.

??? “Oh...?”

The man riding on the white horse looked down at the book and then shot the drunkard a piercing glance.

(This person... he has an extraordinary aura as well...)

??? “Are you that impertinent miscreant?”

His sharp, freezing gaze glinted with a cruel light, just like a tiger fixating on its prey. If you happened to make even the littlest mistake, you would lose your short-lived life in that exact moment. It was that kind of tension that made your throat dry up.

(... Hmm? The coat of arms on his saddle...) (Don’t tell me he belongs to the Royal Family!?)

Drunkard “Hah!? Bastard, don’t go lookin’ down on me!”

As if to threaten the drunkard who trampled down on the book, the man from the Royal Family sharpened his look even further.

Male from the Royal Family “I did not plan to take part in such vulgar performance, but is this also a part of the festival’s entertainment?”

Emma “... eh!?”

The royal man drew the sword hanging from his waist—

(It can’t be, he’s planning to kill him!?)

My body moved without me realizing.

Emma “Cut it out already!”

Drunkard “Wah!?”

Before one could see the whole of the sword’s blade, my palm struck the drunkard’s cheek with all the strength I had. The black-haired man and the member of the Royal Family both stared at me in silent disbelief.

Drunkard “Wha—What the heck was that for!”

Emma “Calm down, will you! Or do you really want to be killed!?”

Drunkard “... kill—you mean—...”

When I silently pointed towards the coat of arms on the horse’s saddle, his deep red face turned deathly pale. Taking in the situation, I decisively turned in the direction the man on the horse.

Emma “I sincerely apologize for the trouble! If you can, please excuse what happened just now.”

Although I waited for a response, the man from the Royal Family kept quiet.

Black-haired Man “... ahahaha!”

What broke the tension of this life and death situation was a refreshing laughter.

Black-haired Man “Rest assured. That guy’s not someone who would kill people because of something like this.”

Emma “Eh...?”

Male from the Royal Family “... You have awoken my interest.”

??? “Chevalier, are you done playing?”

A man riding a chestnut horse lined up next to the white one and shrugged his shoulder as if he did that on purpose.

Chevalier “Yes. It was a waste of time.”

(Are we safe...?)

Just when I felt relieved, the sharp, tiger-like gaze was cast on the book still scattered on the ground.

Chevalier “Do these books belong to you?”

Emma “Eh, yes...”

He intently stared at the book on the ground.

(I wonder what’s with him... He’s staring really hard...)

When the man named Chevalier shifted his gaze from the book to myself, the man next to him cheerfully opened his mouth.

??? “What, this time you are hitting on someone?”

Chevalier “There is no merit in wooing a woman...”

Emma “Eh!?”

His sword was drawn in a flowing motion and the tip was thrust at my throat.

(Just... why?)

While swallowing a gasp at the sudden action, he scooped up my jaw with the flat of the blade.

Chevalier “These books, however, are different. Contrary to your body, they have value. You’d do well to remember that.”

(... It’s so painful to breathe...)

My voice wouldn’t come out no matter what—so when I managed to nod, the man returned his sword to its sheath and took hold of the horse’s reins.

(... What a terribly scary person...)

As if chasing after the white horse that stepped forward, the chestnut horse next to it started to move as well. Upon leaving, its rider gave me an amused look but left without saying a word. The moment the tension dissipated breathing, which had been so painful before, became easier again.

(I was wondering how this would end, but... I’m glad that nothing serious happened.)

With a sidelong glance towards the helpless drunkard who sat down, I faced the black-haired man after a short pause.

Emma “Thank you so much for helping me—what should I call you, Mister...?”

Leon “My name is Leon. And you don’t have to be so formal.”

Emma “Thanks then, Leon. Say, are you acquainted with the member of the Royal Family from earlier?”

Leon “Yeah, but it’s not like we ever talked that much.”

Leon picked up the books and rose-shaped decorations that were scattered on the ground in front of me.

Leon “Here you go.”

Emma “Thank you.”

(It seems neither the books nor the ornaments are damaged.)

Leon “You really love books, don’t you.”

Emma “Yes, because the stories are more interesting than reality. But more importantly...”

As I kneeled down beside the child who wiped his eyes while sobbing, Leon also lined up next to him.

Leon “Did you stop crying, shortie?”

Little Boy “Sniffle... Mama...”

Leon “So you’re lost... Then, come with me.”

Little Boy “... You’ll... bring me to Mama?”

Leon “Yeah, I’ll look for her for you.”

Leon lifted his small body with ease.

(Somehow, he seems like a totally different person than before.)

The beast-like tension around him had vanished and instead he was wrapped up in a friendly atmosphere.

Little Boy “Um, big sis... thanks for saving me.”

Emma “It was nothing. I’m just glad that you’re not hurt.”

Leon “The same goes for you. So, should we go?”

Emma “Wait, I’ll also—’

Before I could even offer to help out with searching for the boy’s mother, Leon briskly walked away while waving his hand.

(At first I thought he would be scary, but... I guess he is a nice guy after all.) (If we happen to meet once more, I have to thank him again.)

Turning my back towards the castle, visible in the distance, I once again walked through the city, where the hustle and bustle started to return.

—... at the same time.

??? “I found you at last.”

Part 4 — The Devil’s Summon

??? “I found you at last.”

A devilish smile played on the lips of the shadow hiding in a back alley.

??? “It seems training her will be worthwhile... hehehe.”

Without noticing the shadow moving about in unknown places... By the time the sky was dyed red, I finally arrived at the front of the bookstore.

(Finding a souvenir took more time than I expected. I hope Rio isn’t angry with me.)

When I opened the door while thinking of how to apologize to Rio—

??? “Welcome back, Emma.”

The person inside, sitting on the counter with his legs crossed, wasn’t Rio but a man I never saw before. I stared at him without responding to his greeting. The man simply smiled back at me. I closed the door to cut off the sinister aura I felt on my skin.

(... Just now, wasn’t there a devil-like person inside?) (No, it might have been my imagination. There’s no way there could be a devil after all.) (I’m certain I just mistook Rio for somebody else... At least I hope so.)

I took a deep breath and opened the door once more— A man with a devilish smile stood right before my eyes.

Devil-like Man “That is an extraordinary greeting, don’t you think?”

Emma “.... Mmnnh!”

The very moment I turned on my heels and tried to escape, an arm was put around my waist and my mouth was blocked.

(Why, what’s happening!?)

Devil-like Man “Please keep quiet. Otherwise, I can’t allow you to breathe.”

His words shocked me to the point I became speechless.

Devil-like Man “Due to certain circumstances I have come to pick you up.”

With a snap of the fingers of the man clad in black, multiple men surrounded me.

(Wait! Those clothes... aren’t those guards from the castle!?)

Devil-like Man “For the time being, I will take you with me.”

Emma “Mnnh!!!”

(Wait a minute, wait! What did I do...!?)

Without understanding anything, I was taken to a carriage that stopped outside—

(Wha—...)

Before I knew what was happening, the place I had been taken to was the front of the majestic castle I had only seen from a distance.

(How beautiful...) (Wait, it’s not the time for that! Why was I brought to such a place!?)

In a daze, I looked up at the castle that was so big that its tip seemed to reach up farther than the clouds, when—

??? “Hey, you are in the way.”

The surprise shook me out of my daze. I lowered my gaze when someone tapped my shoulder. What I saw there were two men dressed in gorgeous outfits.

??? “Heh, your looks aren’t half bad. Yvie, do you know her?”

Yves “I absolutely do not know any ordinary women like her. Are you sure it isn’t a woman you dumped in the past, Nokto?”

(Who are they?)

Part 5 — Eight Wild Beasts

??? “Heh, your looks aren’t half bad. Yvie, do you know her?”

Yves “I absolutely don’t know any ordinary women like her. Are you sure it isn’t a woman you dumped in the past, Nokto?”

(Who are they?)

Because of the scrutinizing gaze of the two people who drew closer, I subconsciously stepped back.

Nokto “Huh, you are really on guard... I wonder if the cause of that is because you were dumped in the past.”

Yves “Hah? So she really is a woman you threw away in the past? You really are the worst, you frivolous womanizer.”

Emma “Um... You guys, just who on earth—...“

When I cut into the seemingly uncontrollable conversation, the man called Yves exaggeratedly opened his eyes.

Yves “... Don’t tell me, you don’t know who we are?”

Emma “At the very least, it’s not like we are acquainted...”

Nokto “What, so she wasn’t my woman after all.”

Yves “I don’t care about that! Not knowing who I am is something that shouldn’t happen on any terms!”

(Woah, what the—!?)

With a bloodcurdling look Yves reached out to me. And as if to block that, a black shadow lithely fluttered about.

Devil-like Man “Your Royal Highnesses, Prince Nokto and Prince Yves, I will introduce you later.”

Nokto “So you are here. Is that girl a guest?”

Devil-like Man “That is correct. After knowing this, if you aren’t a fool, please take a guess as to what reason you are gathered for.”

Yves “... ah.”

Nokto “What, so it’s like that.”

(... What is it?)

Devil-like Man “If you understand, then please make haste towards the round table.”

Nokto “Sure, sure. I got it.”

Nokto waved his hand as he passed way too close next to me. The moment I breathed in relief, my hand was grabbed from behind.

Nokto “I’ll play with you next time, okay?”

Emma “P-Play...?”

Snickering with a seductive smile engraved on his lips, this time around Nokto really left.

(... He seems to be an incredibly flippant person.)

Yves, on the other hand, pointed his index finger at me when his eyes met mine.

Yves “I will never ever in my life recognize such a mediocre person as Belle!”

Emma “‘Belle’?”

Turning away like a cat with a ‘hmph’ of disapproval, Yves also entered the castle.

(Just where did I hear the name ‘Belle’ before? I can’t quite remember...)

Devil-like Man “Well then, Emma. Please don’t dawdle about, we will go as well.”

Emma “Wah, wait a minute...!”

The man grabbed my hand and, as if chasing the other two, we advanced into the castle. After passing through a massive door, we found ourselves in a stairwell-like hall.

(Wow, this looks as if I got lost in a picture book...)

The roses that were in full bloom and the decorations as well... Whichever you chose, it had reached the level of fine arts. For commoners it was a sight far beyond their ability that left one dizzy.

(I’m so obviously sticking out like a sore thumb.)

When my feet stopped due to the uneasiness, a suspicious look entwined me like a snake.

Devil-like Man “Oh dear, is this an expression of insubordination?”

Emma “This isn’t defiance or anything... But isn’t it time you started explaining? Who exactly are you?”

Devil-like Man “Yes... Now that you mention it, I haven’t formally introduced myself yet.”

Easier than I expected, the man released my hand while smiling calmly.

Sariel “I am called Sariel. My occupation is Government Official of the Royal Court.”

Emma “Government Official... of the Royal Court?”

Sariel “You may have been alarmed, but please rest assured. I will train you to become emotionally attached to me.”

(Train me...!?)

It seemed that rather than calling him with the imposing title of Government Official of the Royal Court, labeling him as a mysterious devil fitted him more.

Emma “Before I’m being trained, I’d like to go home, though...”

Sariel “Then that means you give up on living, right?”

He spoke with a devilish smile, as if it didn’t matter whatever I said.

Emma “... There is one thing I need to know. Rio, the one who should have been at the store,... He is safe, right?”

Sariel “Yes, of course. If you would kindly listen to what I say, I will guarantee his life at least.”

(In any case, it seems I can only obediently obey him.)

Emma “... I understand.”

When I nodded, Sariel who had brought his face closer, put the hair covering my cheek behind my ear—

Sariel “Hehehe, I cannot wait to make such a defiant person surrender.”

(... I can’t believe someone like that is a Government Official of the Royal Court...)

Unconsciously glaring back at him, Sariel gave me an amused smile and started walking again. This time, I followed the black-clothed back of my own volition.

Sariel “Now then, we have arrived.”

When the two guards standing in front of the room opened the double door— The atmosphere changed.

(What... Is this...?)

Eight men were surrounding the enshrined round table in the center of the spacious room. Just as footsteps resounded in the room, their gazes pierced me all at once. I felt so overwhelmed at the sudden unwanted attention that it left me speechless. With eight sharp glares directed at me, I stood stock still like a small animal before a beast.

(Those people are...)

Under those ferocious and wild, yet noble gazes... Were the people I met in front of the castle a moment ago, As well as the ones I saw back in town... And then...

Leon “Heh, who’d have thought we meet again.”

Emma “No way, Leon!?”

Part 6 — What the Princes Talk About

Leon “Heh, who’d have thought we meet again.”

Emma “No way, Leon!?”

(What... Is the meaning of this?)

Leon, whom I had thought to have the same simple tastes as the townspeople only a few hours ago, was now wearing refined clothes and loftily included in the group at the round table.

Sariel “You must not do that, Emma. You cannot talk in that way when you speak to the princes.”

Leon “Don’t worry. I already told you that you don’t need to be so formal.”

Emma “Leon, you are a prince?”

Leon “Yeah. All the guys here, without exception, are princes.”

(I really... Want this to be a dream...)

My body, which was unexpectedly about to collapse, was supported from behind where Sariel was. But what I felt from the hand that grasped my shoulder wasn’t kindness but rather an additional blow that said, ‘There is no place for you to run.’

Sariel "Your Highnesses, thank you very much for gathering here." “From now on, as I conveyed the other day, we will hold the approval ceremony of the ‘Belle-System.’

(‘Belle-System’? ‘Approval ceremony’...?)

Sariel “To begin with, this girl is called Emma.” “Since this is your first time meeting each other, would you please introduce yourselves starting with His Highness, Prince Luke?”

Luke “Too troublesome.”

Sariel “Your Highness.”

Luke “It’s fine, if I just do it, right?”

The man who was sitting closest to me listlessly opened his mouth.

Luke “Luke Randolph. I’m the seventh... no, more like eighth prince.”

Nokto “I’m seventh in line, Nokto Klein. You can always come over to my room, okay?” “And over here is my twin brother—“

Licht “Sixth, Licht Klein.”

Yves “The fifth prince, Yves Kloss. I have no choice but to tell you my name. Don’t address me casually, though.”

Jin “I’m Jin Grandet. I’m the eldest brother of these guys, so that makes me the first prince.” “I’m sure it will be hard with all those problem children, but, well, keep them company in moderation.”

Clavis “I am the third in line, Clavis Lelouch. You can call me Clavis.” “The show earlier was quite entertaining. Don’t you think so as well, Cheva?”

Chevalier “Nonsense.” “However, I will teach you my name considering that you escaped harm with that courageous display. Chevalier Michel, second prince.”

Leon “So I’m the last one.” “Leon Dompteur. I’m this country’s fourth prince. Again, nice to meet you, Emma.”

Emma “Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you.” “Although I was called here... I don’t completely understand the situation. What is this ‘Belle-System’ in the first place?”

Yves “Huh? You didn’t even know that and still shamelessly came to the castle?”

Emma “I was downright kidnapped, thank you very much!”

Luke “Sariel, did you really kidnap her?”

Sariel “Please refrain from saying anything that would harm my reputation. I acted upon consent.”

Emma “Upon consent—?”

Sariel “You agreed, did you not?”

My meager resistance was ruthlessly cut off and I swallowed my words.

Sariel “Since long ago, the chosen citizen of this nation is to select the next king in our Rhodolite Kingdom—“ “That is your duty by becoming ‘Belle’.”

(Ah, I remember now.)

Emma “If I remember right, the name Belle means ‘a person with a beautiful heart’, right?”

Sariel “Yes, that is correct.”

(I totally forgot that since the king is replaced only every few decades.) (... wait.)

Emma “Are you telling me... that I am that Belle?”

Sariel “Haven’t I said that since before?” “I want you to select the new king out of these eight princes.”

Part 7 — Belle

Sariel “I want you to select the new king out of these eight princes.”

(Choose the king? ME!?)

That crazy story was a shock like receiving a heavy blow to the head.

Emma “Why, why me? Deciding who will be king is a serious matter for a country!”

Jin “That’s what I want to ask as well. What made you choose her, Sariel?”

Sariel “The slap she performed.”

Jin “... Haha, so that’s it.”

(With slap he can’t mean...)

Emma “Sariel, you also were at the festival venue?”

Sariel “How perceptive. I was searching the town high and low in order to find a candidate for Belle...” “But when you hit that scoundrel in His Highness Prince Chevalier’s stead right away, I was charmed by that ability.”

Emma “At–, at that time, I just desperately...”

Sariel “For humans, the more desperate we are, the more we bare our true nature.” “Your excellent ability to assess the situation and your decisiveness, as well as not to forsake the scoundrel, and your just and beautiful heart—“ “You are undoubtedly a person of exceptional talent fitting to receive the title of ‘Belle’.”

(Oh, no. No, no, just no.)

Sariel looked satisfied, but I, on the other hand, felt my uneasiness grow rapidly.

Sariel “Catching me eye is something to take pride in for generations.”

Emma “Um, I’m very grateful for what you’re saying, but accepting such an important task like being ‘Belle’ isn’t—“

Nokto “If you refuse, Sariel’s gonna cry, you know?”

Clavis “I think I really want to see that, but... There’s certainly no time for that.”

Emma “What do you mean?”

Clavis “Seeing that His Majesty the King has suddenly departed, it is necessary to quickly decide on a new king, don’t you agree?”

Emma “Suddenly means... the king has passed away!?”

Sariel “Your Highness... Wasn’t this information supposed to be concealed from the public for the time being?”

Clavis “Oops, seems I was a bit careless there. It’s fine if you cry, Sariel.”

Sariel “... Tsk.”

(Did he just click his tongue at a prince!?)

Sariel “Hehe, the inherent nature has shown itself.”

Emma “... Why are you hiding such an important thing from the public?”

Even though Sariel was carrying a sour look on his face, he took a deep breath as if he was resigning. So, he pointed his gaze towards the map hanging on the wall.

Sariel “The Rhodolite Kingdom is a small kingdom that is surrounded on all sides by three other countries.” “We have built comparatively good relationships with our ally, the country of Benitoite, and the neutral country of Jade.” “However, the great country of Obsidian alone is vigilantly eyeing our Rhodolite Kingdom for an opportunity to aim at our territory.” “I presume you have knowledge about that much?”

Emma “I do...”

Sariel “If the news about our King’s passing were to spread before our kingdom’s structure is stabilized, it is very much possible that they would take advantage of the disorder to invade our country.”

Hearing Sariel say something like that had me speechless with horror.

Sariel “When His Majesty the King actually became ill, the Obsidian, who had gotten wind of the information from somewhere, invaded the border.” “That led to the situation where the princes of our country proceeded towards the battlefield themselves to drive them away.” “Do you understand what that means?”

(Thinking about it calmly, of course I do.)

In this time when even the princes rush to the battlefield as soldiers—the weight of knowing such a secret made me break out in cold sweat.

Emma “... I won’t tell anyone about His Majesty’s passing.”

Sariel “I fear simply promising that will not be enough. There is one more thing I want to hear.”

Emma “... That’s...”

Sariel “Just as His Highness Prince Clavis has said, we need to immediately choose a new king.” “Right now, your existence is already affecting the life or death of our country.” “You will accept the position of ’Belle”, will you not?”

Emma “I do understand the circumstances, but as expected I’m not suited to—“

Sariel “Well then, Your Highnesses, Prince Leon and Prince Chevalier, if you approve of her as ‘Belle’ then please raise your hands.”

(You just ignore what I said!?)

Chevalier raised his hand before anyone else.

Nokto “Oh, how fast, Your Highness.”

Luke “Is it okay for a leader to be so half-minded?”

Chevalier “Naturally, since it doesn’t concern me who will become Belle.”

Emma “What does he mean, ‘leader’?”

Sariel “The princes are divided into two major factions, centered on Prince Leon and Prince Chevalier.” “His Highness Prince Leon’s faction who value domestic affairs and His Highness Prince Chevalier’s faction who value foreign affairs. That is about all it amounts to, I guess.” “Since the consensus of each of the princes is polarized, the resolution is often entrusted to Prince Leon and Prince Chevalier.”

(I see... So that’s why he asked the two of them right now.) (No, more importantly—)

Without regard for my opinion, Sariel continued to talk.

Sariel “What about you, Prince Leon?”

Everyone’s eyes gathered at him.

Leon “Emma, let’s hear what you intend to do.”

Part 8 — A Tale Yet to be Seen

Leon “Emma, let’s hear what you intend to do.”

Emma “I want...”

When I tried to say that it would be impossible, just as I had said many times before... My words were absorbed by Leon’s ascertaining eyes.

Leon “I think you have the capability to determine the next king.”

Emma “... That’s not true. I mean, there’s nothing special about me. I’m just a commoner.”

Leon “All of the former ‘Belle’s’ have been commoners.”

Emma “No way...”

Leon “Why do you think does something like the ‘Belle-System’ exist in the first place?”

Emma “... I don’t know.”

When I answered honestly, Leon raised the edges of his mouth.

Leon “Then, do you know what the people from the Royal Family are called out on the streets?”

(That, of course I know.)

Emma “—‘Noble beasts’, right?”

Leon “Yeah. A long time ago, the people of this nation assessed the inhumane royals who struggled for power all the time as ‘beasts’. But since then, those who inherited the blood of the Royal Family have come to be called ‘noble beasts’.”

(I remember that as a kid, I once thought that the members of the Royal Family were all densely covered in thick hair.)

Emma “But that is just an old story, isn’t it?”

Leon “No, every single one of the guys present is a beast who only holds the desire to act in his self-interest.” “Devouring people for their ambitions and ideals... Even that was probably done without batting a damn eyelid.”

(Saying they devoured people feels like a bit too much...)

That was what I thought, but the eyes of the princes were too fierce to just laugh it off.

Leon “In fact, we princes are sometimes referred to as ‘beasts’ when slaughtering enemies on the battlefield.” “Do you think the guys in front of you can still turn into good boys, though?”

In that moment, I didn’t know how to answer his question.

(I still don’t know anything about them. And each of these guys might seem like a beast on the surface.)

Leon “That’s why we need a ‘Belle’.” “So that we can turn from beast to human through the example of someone from among the citizens with a particularly beautiful heart.” “Moreover, only a human with a pure and righteous heart can choose a ‘man’ and not a beast as the king, don’t you think?”

Emma “Although that may be true, I don’t have such a noble heart.”

Sariel “Oh my, am I right to assume you don’t trust my word?”

Emma “No way, I wouldn’t dare...!”

Sariel “Of course you would not, right? You are, after all, ‘Belle’ who owns a pure, righteous, and beautiful heart. My word is absolute.”

(He’s so pushy...)

Leon “The rest is up to you. If you really don’t want to, then I’m willing to push this matter aside...” “However, you said you love stories, right?”

Emma “... Well, I did say that, but...”

For some reason, Leon grinned at me as if he was sure of his victory.

Leon “Doesn’t choosing a king seem like a much more interesting story than the ones in books?”

(When he says it like that...)

Leon “Furthermore, you are the story’s protagonist. Such an opportunity doesn’t come often, does it?”

(... Leon’s really cunning, phrasing his words like that.)

The age where I wished for something fierce like a fictional story was long past. But in truth... While the people around me are changing, I am the only one who remains unchanged. I was always desperately wishing for something that would rewrite my ordinary life.

(I have a lot of insecurities and the responsibility is heavy. I know I can’t do this with half-hearted feelings.) (Still... Something may change.)

The thought of a yet-unseen tale made my heart beat faster and my body get hot.

Leon “What will you do, Emma?”

(What I want to do is...)

As not to lose the resolution I gathered, I clasped my hands tightly—

Emma “... I want to do it.”

When I told him my unadorned feelings in those few words, Leon directly raised his hand.

Sariel “With that, it is decided I presume.”

Without letting the atmosphere linger, Chevalier briskly left his seat.

Leon “You’re going already?”

Chevalier “Our business is over.”

Clavis “Wouldn’t it be better to flatter Belle a bit?”

Chevalier “That’s just a waste of my time.” “It doesn’t matter who Belle chooses. It won’t change the fact that I will become the future king.”

His words had me so baffled that the only thing that left my mouth was a startled sound. Chevalier’s ice-cold gaze that seemed to freeze everything it touched caught me.

Chevalier “If you get in my way, I will dispose of you. That is what I plan to do.”

His cruel words left me speechless. Similar to the time when he thrust his sword at my throat, just his gaze made it painful to breathe.

(This person... He is terrifying.)

Clavis, who followed after the leaving Chevalier, tapped my shoulder as he passed me.

Clavis “I’m sorry for Cheva’s behavior.” “Well, I don’t have interest in the throne, but I like amusing things. Please entertain me with your way of life, okay little girl?”

While I was captivated by his brilliant smile, the footsteps of those two grew distant and they disappeared behind the door.

Sariel “Really now, it seems that I haven’t disciplined them enough.”

Next to Sariel, who sighed deeply, this time a hand was raised, waving.

Nokto “Hey, Sariel. Got a question.”

Sariel “Please go ahead and ask, Your Highness.”

Nokto “Belle choosing a king means, to put it bluntly, the guy who wins this girl over is going to become the king, right?”

Sariel “Plainly spoken, that is what will happen.”

Obtaining Sariel’s consent, Nokto turned his face to me—

Nokto “Well, since I’ll seduce you, let’s get along, okay?”

(He’s going to do what!?)

Part 9 — The King and the Rose

Nokto “Well, since I’ll seduce you, let’s get along, okay?”

(He’s going to do what!?)

Emma “That would be troub—“

Sariel “You are truly quick to understand, Your Highness.”

Yves “Ugh, I can’t listen to this anymore!” “To seduce her... Nokto, as a prince, aren’t you lacking pride and self-awareness?”

Nokto “If that’s what you think, don’t interfere. Got it, Yvie?”

Yves “Why would I have to listen to what you say?”

Ignoring me, Sariel and the princes continued talking.

Jin “What, even Yves ended up wanting to seduce her? You’re quite a busy one, aren’t you?”

Yves “Even if she is a commoner, for the time being she is Belle. She is necessary for me to be deemed as worthy of the throne.”

Emma “Then pick a different way to be acknowledged!”

Jin “Ooh, that’s an extremely respectable opinion.”

Luke “How should I put it, you should stop it soon. Don’t you see you’re troubling her?”

As Luke stood up from his seat, the others became quiet.

Luke “Emma... was it, right? If something happens, you can rely on me.”

Emma “Thank you very much, Your Highness.”

Luke “Stop that. Just Luke is fine and you don’t have to be polite.”

Emma “But...”

Luke “You’re addressing Leon familiarly as well, aren’t you? Drop the title with me, too. I don’t like it anyway.”

Emma “... Okay, then I’ll call you Luke.”

Luke “Good.”

Yves “Wait a minute! Didn’t you end up seducing her as well!?”

Jin “No, you got that wrong. That’s just how Luke’s natural character is. You guys as well, do the best you can.”

Jin took a lollipop out of his breast pocket and put it in his mouth.

Leon “Jin, do you think this is other people’s business?”

Jin “Yeah. Because I don’t give a shit about something like ascending to the throne.”

(Give a shit, he said...)

Nokto “I’m fine with whatever, so as a sign of our acquaintanceship, just call me Nokto, okay?”

Yves “I won’t allow that, understood? Make sure to address me with my title.”

Jin “Well, I dislike all that formal phrasing. Call me whatever you like.”

Emma “Then, I will call you Nokto, Yves and Jin.”

Yves “... Hey, are you even listening to what people are saying?”

Licht “... So stupid.”

(... What’s with him?)

Licht, who had only barely opened his mouth other than for the self-introduction, stood up.

Yves “Licht! Don’t always say things that push people away. Do you want your friends to leave?”

Licht “There weren’t any from the start. And I don’t need any.”

Yves “Because you’re again trying to be alone immediately—“ “Ah, wait, Licht! Where are you going!?”

Licht “Returning to my room.”

Nokto “Licht... You don’t have any interest in the throne?”

Licht “... No need to answer.”

Casting down his eyes, Licht left the room just like that.

(Somehow... He seems like someone who is hard to talk to.)

Yves “Really now, that guy...”

Emma “Wanting to be the king, not wanting to be the king... You really have various opinions, don’t you?”

Leon “Even though we are all half-brothers, our thoughts and everything else differ.”

Emma “By the way, what about you, Leon?”

Grinning, he returned a smile that said more than words could.

Leon “Determine with your own eyes whether I’m capable of becoming the king, okay?”

Emma “... All right.”

When I nodded in agreement, the sound of hands clapping quieted the place.

Sariel “I apologize for saying this during your pleasant talk. However, since there is a place I wish to show her, let’s end this meeting here.”

With Sariel leading the way, we walked into a room even more gorgeous than the one with the round table.

(This... It must be the audience hall.) (What to do...? I’ve come to an incredible place.)

What I saw at the end of the red carpet were only the throne and... In addition to that, a rose inside a glass dome.

Emma “What is that rose for?”

Sariel “For generations, on the occasion of His Majesty the King finding his demise, it has become the custom to prepare a rose.” “The rule is that the next king has to be determined by the time all of its petals have fallen.”

Emma “So there is a time limit.”

Sariel “Indeed. This rose is a special breed which continues to bloom for approximately one month.”

(One month... Within that period a new king has to be determined.)

Sariel stopped his feet near the throne and looked back at me.

Sariel “Other than that, all of the terms and conditions concerning the Belle-System are recorded in this covenant.”

(Sorry?)

With a snap of his fingers, the guards who briskly appeared, carrying a table made from oak trees and several sheets of paper completely covered with unusually small letters.

Emma “You’re not seriously telling me I have to read all this, right?”

Sariel “You are asking me something so blatantly obvious?”

(Your true nature again!?)

Sariel “If you have looked over all of this, please sign the covenant.”

Emma “You are sure saying some devilish things.”

Sariel “Because it is necessary. Once you have signed, I will guide you to your room.”

Emma “Okay... Wait, what?”

Sariel “What is the matter?”

Part 10 — Beauty and the Beast’s Covenant

Sariel “Once you have signed, I will guide you to your room.”

Emma “Okay... Wait, what?”

Sariel “What is the matter?”

Emma “Sariel, did you just say you will guide me to a room?”

Sariel “That is what I said.”

Emma “MY room?”

Sariel “Where else would I take you?”

Emma “To my home back in the town, perhaps?”

Sariel “A room for you has been prepared by the Royal Court.” “Because until the one who was selected as Belle has finished their duty, they are to live inside the castle.”

(That can’t be—)

My face grew pale at those unhesitatingly uttered words.

Emma “But that is troubling! What will become of the shop!?”

Sariel “I have already contacted the owner and arranged for a temporary employee.”

Emma “What about the mountain of food that was inside the shop!?”

Sariel “Everything has been moved to your room.”

Emma “Then, where’s Rio!?”

Sariel “Of course, right over here.”

When Sariel snapped his fingers—

Rio “Emma, it’s been a few hours! I really wanted to see you.”

Emma “What the—!?”

Rio who suddenly entered the audience hall was dressed like I had never seen him before.

(He looks like a butler... Or rather, he’s like a real one.)

Emma “Rio... What’s with that get-up?”

Rio “I decided to officially get a job here.”

Emma “Inside the castle!?”

Sariel “There is a single employee benefit in the Belle-System. Pets are allowed inside the Royal Castle.”

Emma “With pet you’re referring to...”

Sariel “This pet of yours, of course.” “When I entered the bookstore, he was barking so persistently that he didn’t leave me a choice but to take him along.”

Rio “Why, Emma was suddenly chosen as a candidate for Belle, so I was just a bit flustered, you know.” “I’m really glad that Sariel is such a reasonable person.”

It was the first time a saw Sariel at a loss for words.

Emma “Sariel, aren’t you looking a bit tired?”

Sariel “Of course I am not... hehe.”

(Something must have happened between those two.)

A small cough, as if going back to square one, resounded in the place.

Sariel “Since he’s just right, I will let him be your caretaker.” “Properly follow your master’s orders, hound.”

Rio “Yes! Emma, whatever happens, I will protect you. So don’t worry, okay?”

Emma “Thanks, Rio. And... Sorry for getting you involved.”

Rio “Not at all. Rather, to think that the day actually came when I can call you Master... Aah, it’s like a dream come true!”

Emma “You’re not calling me that, right?”

(But... Having the usual Rio here with me is really reassuring.)

Sariel “Well now, play with your pet later and quickly read the terms and conditions, please.”

Urged to do so, I once again attempted my fight with the documents... But with this pace it would be late at night by the time I finished reading.

(Aah, seriously... Reading all of this is impossible after all!) (Enough already, I’ll take my time reading it later.)

I flipped through the document in a hurry and reached for the prearranged quill pen. When I wrote down my name on the covenant, Sariel traced around the letters in satisfaction.

Sariel “Thank you very much. With this you have now officially become Belle.” “Our princes are an assembly of peculiar people who can’t be dealt with by ordinary means.” “But, please, choose a good king with your pure heart, will you?”

Emma “... Yes. I will, without fail, show you that I can fulfill my duty.”

This was the first time I felt like Sariel was sincerely smiling.

Rio “Okay, Emma. This is a bit sudden, but shall we go to our new love nest?”

Emma “You’re talking about your own room, right? Thanks, I’ll count on you to lead the way.”

(I have a lot of worries about this, but...) (Since this is something I chose myself, I will never regret it.)

When I looked back, one of the deep crimson petals had fallen inside the glass dome.

(Getting to know them, getting to know the country... and determining the king.)

After Emma and Rio had left the throne room.

Sariel “I think I will be truly busy from now on.”

With the wind that blew through the door left wide open, the letters spelled on the very last page of the overlapping official papers which would later on be what severely disturb our fates were revealed...

Covenant Clause 99 『After the selection period has finished, absolutely any relationship between “Belle” and the Crown is prohibited.』

But this was something nobody knew just yet at that time—...

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Bedtime

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff🥰!

“Babe I promise everything is fine, you don’t have to worry,” Chris smiles bouncing the 6 month old in his arms as he stands in front of the floor to ceiling windows. Your son, Mason, lightly tapping the glass and grabbing at the full moon in the sky.

“I’m not worried, I just want to make sure everything’s ok. If you need me to come home you know I can.”

“No you be there for your sister, plus we both know she wants you by her side since Leon can’t be there. How’s she doing by the way?”

“Good! She’s five centimeters dilated so things are moving, but it still might take a while until baby boy is here,” you answer leaning on the wall beside the room door. “Hey babe it’s my mom calling, I’ll check on you guys in a few and try to keep you updated ok?”

“Ok sounds good, we’ll be here just having a boring night in right Vi?”

“Right!,” Avianna, your 5 year old, nods before turning back to the flat screen on the wall for the remainder of Trolls.

“Please call if you guys need anything. Love you.”

“We love you too, see you when you get home.”

Hanging up his phone and placing it on the table, Chris turns to see his daughter twisting and bouncing up and down as she dances to the final song of the movie, as Mason giggles trying to nod his head along with his sister.

“Ok dancing queen what do you want for dinner?,” Chris asks putting Mason down in his high chair next to the counter so he could be close to him while he cooked.

“Hmm...ice cream!”

“Now we both know you can’t have ice cream for dinner,” he smiles with hands on his hips.

“Can too! Mommy said,” she counters walking up to him as she mocks his stance.

“Oh really? And when was that?”

“Umm... today,” she answers, tiny hands fidgeting with her ears while she peers up at Chris, clearly lying from displaying the same mannerisms as her father when he tried to do the same.

He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh while shaking his head before tickling Avianna as he picked her up to sit her in the barstool next to her brother. “How about this, you eat all your spaghetti, along with the vegetables, and you can have three scoops of ice cream.”

“Deal!,” she smiles placing her hands on the cold marble counter to lean over and watch her dad cook.

If Chris was being honest, when you left to meet your sister at the hospital leaving the kids with him, there was a bit of nervousness at how everything would go. This was his first time taking care of both of them by himself and having kids still needing assistance with a lot of things, he hoped he’d be able to give everyone the attention they needed.

However, seeing that both were happy, had just got finished watching one of their favorite movies, and we’re now anxiously waiting to eat he could tell everything from here on would be smooth sailing.

———

“Avianna Chanel Evans, come get in the tub please!,” Chris calls chasing after the giggling little girl running down the hall. Before she could reach the railing to make her way downstairs, Chris lifts her up in his arms walking back to the bathroom. “Now I see why mommy only lets you get two scoops at most.”

Letting out a breath as he finally sets her in the water, his familiar ring tone causes Mason to excitedly babble while he bangs the small mallet against his xylophone toy.

“Hey baby!,” Chris answers placing you on speaker while lying his phone on the sink counter.

“Hey, why do you sound out of breath?”

“Because your daughter decided she wanted to make her dad chase her instead of getting a bath,” he answers making a face at Avianna as she giggles splashing the water.

“Funny how you call her my daughter when she’s acting just like you,” you laugh.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never ran away from a bath.”

“Believe me you did and I’ve seen the videos from Mama Evans to prove it.”

“Yea I’m definitely calling her tonight to burn those,” he laughs cleaning Avianna’s ears and face. “How’s Zaina doing?”

“Still doing good, she’s at 8 centimeters now so hopefully he’ll be here soon. Everything still ok there?”

“Yea, we all ate and have one bath down and one to go; then it’s bed time.”

“Nooo!,” Avianna whines followed by Mason huffing as if agreeing with his sister.

“Sounds like they’re ganging up on you,” you quietly laugh. “Vi listen to daddy ok? You gotta go to bed sweetie, and you too Mason.”

“Okay mommy,” she sighs as Chris wraps her in her Disney towel and robe to dry off.

“She’s asking for me so I gotta go. See you guys later! Love you!”

“Love you,” Chris and Avianna smile before you both hang up.

“I stay up too,” she speaks bouncing on the backs of her feet.

“Vi you heard mommy, you gotta go to bed love.”

“But you’re up and Maze and Dodger. Why not me too?”

He had to admit, she did have a point. He knew he and Dodger would probably be up until you arrived, and Mason tended to go to bed late too since you guys were still trying to get him on a schedule. This would leave her the only person having to go to bed, which he could understand how she’d look at as unfair.

“You know, you’re a very intelligent and persuasive 5 year old,” he smiles. “Ok here’s the plan, this one time you can stay up until your brother goes to sleep. Then you have to get in bed.”

“Ok daddy!,” she claps hugging his waist before running towards her room to put on her pajamas already laid out on her bed.

———

Walking in the house, you’re unsurprisingly met with silence and partial darkness as the moon shining through your windows is the main source of light as you make your way upstairs. On the way home, you figured everyone would probably be asleep from how late it was along with not getting a response from Chris when you told him the baby was here and sent a handful of pictures.

Opening your room door, you stop in the doorway as your heart instantly melts seeing all of your babies asleep with soft snores escaping their mouths. Nails lightly tapping the hardwood floor, Dodger walks up to you lightly rubbing his fur against your legs.

“Hey buddy, did you keep them in line while I was gone?,” you whisper squatting down to scratch behind his ears as he tries to lick your face making you giggle. “Aww I missed you too Dodge.”

“Y/N? That you?,” Chris sleepily asks carefully sitting up as he rubs his eyes.

“Yea it’s me. I see you guys didn’t make it through your story.”

“I guess not,” he quietly chuckles placing the open book on his bedside table as you gently pick up your daughter placing a kiss on her forehead.

Successfully tucking both kids back in their beds without waking them, you and your husband tiredly crawl in your bed now dressed and ready to go sleep yourselves.

“Your daughter should be a politician or work in sales when she’s older.”

“Again with the ‘my daughter’,” you laugh as you lie on his chest, finger tracing the written tattoo over his pec. “And why do you say that?”

“Because she’s very persuasive and could probably sell sand to a beach.”

“Again she gets that from you,” you laugh.

“Nah you’ve convinced me more than a couple times babe. That’s all you,” he chuckles gently rubbing his fingertips up and down your arm.

“And I know the exact times you’re talking about and those were things you wanted to do too sir. To be convinced that means you never wanted to do it in the first place. Now I can call Scott to have him remind you how you persuaded him to wet his pants when you guys were younger if you’d like.”

Reaching over to grab your phone, you feel his arms wrap around your waist holding you closer to him and making you unable to move any further from his new position on top of your body. “Orr..how about we meet in the middle and say she got a little from both of us?,” he smiles sweetly kissing your lips.

“I was gonna say 60/40, but alright you’ve convinced me,” you answer making him laugh as he buries his head in your neck.

“God I love you Y/N.”

“Love you too,” you smile raking your fingers through his hair until you both fall asleep.

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 74

Teris awoke to one of the loudest claps of thunder she had ever heard. Sitting up in bed, hand to her racing heart, she looked out the window expecting to see darkened skies. Instead everything was calm and sunny. Quickly getting dressed, she headed downstairs. Yami and Tobin had been out on another mission when she had returned to base shortly before lights out last night. But Venice had told her the two were expected back sometime today.

Before heading to the dining hall, Teris poked her head outside the front entrance, looking again at the skies. Finding that direction clear and unclouded as well, she shrugged pulling her head back in and closed the door. Turning she jumped, startled by Iban’s presence.

“Damn it, Iban! You need to wear a bell or something.” Teris cursed, stepping around him.

Iban watched her, impressed at how quickly her system had recovered from the surprise. Her hammering heart already almost returned to normal in its rhythm. Opening the door he exited without word, fully believing Yami when the man said he would harm him if he didn’t keep his distance from Teris.

Shaking off the weird encounter, Teris headed to the dining hall.

“I swore I heard thunder.” Teris commented as she served.

“You did. And you can expect much more of it.” Olsen said.

Teris sat down at the table. “The skies to the north and south were clear.”

“The Vice Captain's are practicing.” Olsen explained.

“For?” Teris asked, looking to him.

“Seems there’s to be a changing of the guard for the Purple Orcas.” Olsen said.

Teris’ brows rose at that. “Heath is leaving?”

“What’s this?” Bran asked, eyes clearing as he looked up.

“Whenever a Captain retires the Captains and Vice Captain's battle it out in a set of two challenges.” Olsen explained. “It’s a sort of going away fun time celebration, preparedness, and hazing all rolled into one. The first battle in which four of the nine Captain's go against all of the Vice Captain's is timed. The second isn’t timed, and usually ends up being Captain against their own Vice Captain as all the Captain's participate. While the first battle the Vice Captain's have to subdue a Captain before time runs out the second challenge is left to a win, call, or draw for each of the Vice Captain's.” Olsen grinned. “Most of the Vice Captain's end up calling or drawing but if the Vice Captain meant to be taking over the squad doesn’t come out with a win or a draw--”

“They don’t become Captain?” Bran asked.

“No.” Olsen said. “They’ll still become Captain. Usually. But it will likely be hard going for them. Especially among the other Captain's.”

“I don’t know much about Whilf. Do you?” Teris asked Olsen, wondering what kind of Captain the Purple Orcas Vice Captain would make.

“You’re the one with a friend in the Purple Orcas. I was hoping you could tell me.” Olsen said.

Teris shrugged. “Zara hasn’t mentioned him. Then again, he never mentioned Heath leaving. And I just saw him at the Decoration Ceremony a couple days ago.”

“How was that by the way?” Olsen asked. “Nozel loving it as much as you hated it? Everyone bowing and scraping before him.”

“I didn’t hate it.” Teris said.

“You finally turning into a proper royal on us?” Olsen teased.

“No.” Teris huffed. “But thanks to a friend I got a new outlook on that sort of stuff. As for Nozel. I don’t think he enjoyed any of it. Not personally at least. He didn’t want to be an acting Captain in the first place. His Majesty set him with a task and though I’m sure he was pleased and proud to have achieved it after a fashion, I don’t think he thought he deserved the Golden Clover Medal of Honor.”

“I never would have expected that.” Olsen said.

“I didn’t either. It—he surprised me. In more ways than one.” Teris smiled at the memory of yesterday.

Olsen's eyes narrowed. “What’s this? With your face.”

“I can smile.”

“You certainly can and often do.” Olsen agreed. “But never when you’re speaking about Nozel Silva.”

“He surprised me with a really pleasant birthday gift yesterday is all.” Teris said, unable to stop smiling despite her efforts.

“I hope you didn’t let on how much you liked it.” Olsen said, feeling protective of her on Yami’s behalf.

“Stop it.” Teris snipped. “All of that has been made painfully and uncomfortably clear on both our parts. Nozel and I have moved past his feelings.”

Olsen gave her a dubious look. “Has he really?”

“We can still be friends.” Teris said. “Our friendship is more important than any hurt feelings he may have about Yami and I being together.”

“Especially when he thinks you are going to do as you’re told and marry him.” Olsen put in.

“Stop it.” Teris got up leaving her plate untouched. “I’m not talking to you about this. Where is everyone anyway?”

“Out at the training field watching the show of course.” Olsen answered watching her. He may have over stepped his bounds a bit. But with no one else here to remind her what guys were really like he had felt it his responsibility for both her and Yami’s sake.

74.2

Fuegoleon and Randall stood together watching their Vice Captain.

Quince pointed at the royal Vermillion. “No telling your sister of our plans.”

“Of course not.” Fuegoleon called back, grinning. “You’ll need all the help you can get to best a team that has Mereoleona Vermillion on it.”

Bronn rolled his eyes. “I’ll subdue that Lioness quicker than her mouth can shoot off.”

“Oui!” Quince snapped. “That’s my Captain you’re talking about.”

“Remember your loyalties here.” Bronn snapped back. “Stupid Crimson Lions. Next thing you know Quince will go apologizing we’ve knocked the Lioness on her ass and turn on us, trying to back her up.”

“I’m more worried about Julius.” Kess, Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles, said. She cast Julius’ Vice Captain a look, blushing slightly when Jon’s dark eyes met hers.

“I think everyone’s worried about Julius.” Bronn said.

Jaynee, Vice Captain of the Blue Rose and Captain Jamie’s sister, began arguing with Tryn, Jamie’s Vice Captain.

Bronn sighed and shook his head. “What we should be worrying about is if we’ll kill each other before we even make it to the day of the challenge.”

Teris came up beside Venice who was standing in the front row of the spectators circle. “I had wondered if you had been put on another mission.”

“Thankfully things are beginning to calm. Though I doubt we’re at the point of slacking off and letting you and Yami handle it all for us again.” Venice teased.

“Good luck with that once Bronn retires and we become Vice Captains.” Teris warned, playfully.

“I don’t know if it’s because the Vice Captain's are practicing on our sparring field and he feels responsible or what, but he’s pretty much been the one keeping them from imploding.” Venice remarked, watching the Vice Captain’s.

“Who? Bronn?” Teris asked in disbelief.

Venice nodded. She glanced at Teris. “I was kind of afraid to ask last night. But how was your birthday? Not one of the worst to date I hope.”

“One of the best, if not the best, to date. At least I would hope.” Fuegoleon smiled, joining them.

Teris looked at the Crimson Lion, returning his smile. “Leon’s right.” She told Venice. “Yesterday was actually pretty great.”

“Pretty great? You had a grin the entire time that I don’t think the healers would’ve been able to remove.” Fuegoleon said, glad Nozel had come up with the idea and had convinced Lord Silva into allowing the excursion.

Venice looked at the two royals. Happy as she was that her friend had had a good birthday, she wasn’t overly pleased the good time had been while in the company of Nozel Silva. Fuegoleon, she didn’t mind so much. The Vermillion wasn’t all that bad once you got to know him. Nozel on the other hand. The Silva was the type of person Venice would’ve hated even if he had no connection to Teris.

“Why? What happened?” Venice questioned.

Looking back at her friend, Teris told. “There’s a water, ice, and sand sculpture contest in Racine every year. I’ve always wanted to go, but it’s held October first through the third. So I’ve never been able to. Nozel somehow convinced his father to forgo the usual itinerary for my birthday and allow us to attend.”

“It was a simple matter really.” Nozel said, joining from behind, having just arrived to view the spectacle that was all the Vice Captain’s training together. “With all the royal fanfare the day before your birthday it was easy enough to convince him.” He smiled at Teris. “I’m glad you enjoyed your day. After seeing you that happy I was disappointed I hadn’t thought to try and convince my father sooner.”

Fuegoleon fought against rolling his eyes. As glad as he was Teris was so grateful and pleased with Nozel for his efforts, he couldn’t help but think Nozel was pressing the matter a bit over much. At least Teris didn’t suspect anything. The surprise event in Racine apparently enough to either explain away or make her forget about Nozel overreacting and dragging her into a private room.

Teris smiled at Nozel. As much as she wanted to forget about his affection for her and preferred to think that Nozel had already moved on, she was always mindful with her ways and words around him just in case. “Thanks again.” She glanced at the Vice Captain's. “I wonder if Quince’s compass magic could somehow negate, or at least redirect, Julius’ time magic.”

“What was that Black Sheep?” Bronn asked from several paces away.

“Yet when you’re standing right beside me and I directly ask you something you don’t hear.” Teris complained to her Vice Captain.

“I hear what I want when I want. Deal. Now get over here.” Bronn ordered.

“What are you doing?” Jaynee asked.

Bronn gestured to Teris. “She has an idea how to combat Julius. Unlike Jon who’s either too dumb or too loyal to give away his Captain’s weaknesses.”

Teris shook her head. “No I don’t.”

Bronn snapped his fingers at her and pointed to the ground in front of him.

“What does some girl know that we don’t?” Whilf asked.

Bronn shook his head in disappointed disgust. “And they’re thinking of making you a Captain? Well this one’s gonna be a Vice Captain soon enough.” He gestured to Teris. Looking over his shoulder, he told his follow Vice Captain's. “Oh, and in case anyone wasn’t aware. It takes two to replace me.”

Quince and Jon chuckled.

“Step to it Black Sheep. We don’t got all day.” Bronn said.

“Actually, we do.” Kess said.

“Not to wait on her.” Bronn snapped.

Wishing she could disappear, Teris stood in front of Bronn on the Black Bulls training field. Everyone, from the Vice Captain's to the spectators were watching her.

Bronn crossed his arms and looked down at her. “Now, how do we beat that pesky brother of yours again?”

74.3

Yami and Tobin both hated flying by broom. So with their mission completed they decided to walk. It meant they’d get back to base by late evening instead of early morning but Tobin hadn’t much cared. What somewhat bugged him was Yami hadn’t seemed to care either.

They had just passed the small village of Rimrock and were turning onto the smaller dirt road that led to the Black Bulls base when Tobin finally got the nerve to ask. “Everything alright with you and Teris?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Yami tossed back.

“Don’t know. Just don’t see why you chose not to fly when Teris was suppose to get back last night and is probably waiting to see you.” Tobin said.

“Cause I hate to fly by broom.” Yami said.

“So no other reason then?” Tobin asked, looking at his friend.

“No. Now get out of my face.” Yami rumbled, giving Tobin a shoved creating more space between them as they walked.

“I was just concerned was all.” Tobin said, righting his steps.

“Things are fine.” Yami assured. “We just need to slow things down a bit.”

At that Tobin gave a hearty laugh. Turning serious, he told. “You’re lucky.”

Yami’s eyes slid back to his friend. “Why’s that?”

“Teris is still shy and innocent. Venice is far from that. That woman will toy with me. Get me riled up just enough.”

“You two haven’t...” Yami left the rest unsaid simply because he wouldn’t like Tobin asking so directly.

Tobin shook his head. “Not for lack of trying on my part. She wants to wait a bit. Though who knows why or how long. It’s not like with you and Teris. Venice is no blushing virgin wanting to wait till marriage.”

Yami raised a censuring brow. “And because of that you figured she would just accept?”

“No! Not at all. Still, I didn’t think she’d make me wait this long or tease and tempt me as she does.”

“You do realize who you’re with, right?” Yami questioned, Even he knew Teris’ friend well enough to know Venice was the type to toy and tease.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tobin tried to shove Yami.

Yami halted a step, easily dodging the attempt.

“I know the way she is.” Tobin went on. “It’s my own damn fault for loving her. All I’m saying, is as difficult as you think you have it you don’t know difficult. Not with that stuff. Be grateful for your girls innocence and don’t do anything to take it from her too soon. Especially if you’re planning on waiting till you wed.”

“Don’t give unasked advice.” Yami grumbled, humored temper turning. He didn’t mind when he was the topic of so called guy talk; but once Teris was brought into it, it was a completely different matter.

There was a concussive boom from ahead, followed by a rain of soil. Yami was meters ahead before Tobin began following. As Yami got closer he heard voices. A lot of voices. But it didn’t sound like fighting. He had been a part of enough battles to know what those sounded like. Also, the many Ki’s he sensed weren’t the same as what would come from a mass battle. Yami slowed.

Tobin reached him. “What?”

“It’s not an attack.” Yami said.

“Then--”

Another boom sounded.

“The training field.” Yami said, tracking the sound.

“This late?” Tobin questioned. It was then that he heard the crowd.

The two made their way up the path and came across a group of excited Magic Knights walking away from the training yard.

Recognizing one of the Magic Knights, Tobin called. “Oui. Dmitri. What’s going on?”

“The Vice Captain's training has turned into an open challenge.” The Coral Peacock answered.

Yami and Tobin looked at each other wondering what they had missed in the two days they’d been gone.

Entering the training field that was still overly large from the combination of Yami and Teris’ magic three years ago, Tobin looked around in amazement. The area had a festival-like atmosphere. There were people from the village selling food and drink. Tobin noted Yami moving to one such person and buying an ale.

“What?” Yami asked, seeing Tobin looking at him. “I’m thirsty.”

Tobin shook his head and went to find Venice.

Yami sniffed and followed his nose, buying something to eat as well. Sensing Teris’ mana Yami knew exactly where she was in the field but decided to let her come to him rather than seek her out. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her. After three days away from her, he was chopping at the bit to see and hold her. But in leaving Teris falling over and wanting in an effort to heighten her desire and make her comfortable after what happened in the Diamond Kingdom, Yami had discovered just how much he enjoyed being pursued by her. Though he hadn’t told Tobin as much, that was why he had been fine walking home. To leave Teris wanting and waiting. To heighten her desire and excitement of seeing him.

Yami stepped up to watch the fight and found himself standing beside William Vangeance.

“I’ve always wanted to see the Azure Deers Vice Captain go up against Lady Neyres.” William said. “Dragon and Wolf. Fire and ice. It’s almost as opposite yet similar as your and Teris’ dark and light magic.”

“Hardly.” Yami said, taking in the combatants. He figured Venice’s ex could easily best the Silver Eagle girl due to his greater experience and power. Not to mention that Jon had Julius as a Captain. As kind as Julius was, he was an exacting teacher, as both he and William could attest.

Looking around the ring of spectators, Yami saw someone with Fuegoleon and Randall. The Purple Orca appeared older than the Crimson Lions but the three seemed friendly enough.

Pointing the man out, Yami asked. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Lord Julius and Lady Teris’ Purple Orcas friend.” William told.

Yami looked the man over with a bit more interest. “Don’t know him.”

“Apparently Zara Ideale managed to make three more high ranking friends while teamed together on their mission during the Nine Day War.” William said, watching the trio across the field.

“That’s the fourth member of the Ball of Pride’s squad?” Yami said more to himself. The Purple Orca certainly wasn’t a royal or noble. Which peaked his interest all the more. Sensing Teris behind him, Yami smiled. “Hello, Ikigai. Took you long enough.”

Teris didn’t need to see Yami’s face she know he was smiling. Four days might not have been long; but when it came to not seeing Yami, it felt like forever. Her eyes hungerly raked over his muscular back. Taking in his thick thighs and fine ass. It was a struggle not to touch him but the bustling crowd and Julius’ rules about open affection rang in her ears, staying her hand.

“I told you if you’re not going to tell me what that word means to stop call me it.” Teris lightly scolded. When Yami didn’t turn, her small smile faded. “I would’ve thought you’d find me to tell me you’re back.”

“Wanted to see how long it took you to sense and come find me.” Yami teased, eyes on the match even though every other sense was focused on her.

So that’s how he was playing it, Teris thought. Well two could play at that game. She turned to leave. Yami dropped his food and turned. Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist. He managed to stop short of pulling her to him, feeling several eyes watching them.

Growling, he slowly let go of her wrist. Mana, he hated that he couldn’t openly do as he wanted with her. But with Lord Silva sending another gang to try and kill him Jax had thrown his full support behind Julius’ decreed. The two Captain's adamant about his and Teris’ so called public appearance. As much as Yami hated it, he had to admit they had a point. Even if he didn’t see what good it would do now. It all seemed a little too late to him. He couldn’t see how Nathyn Silva would stop sending hired gangs and forget about him simply because he wasn’t physically affectionate with Teris where someone might see and word get back to him.

“Stay. Please.” Yami said, trusting his eyes to get across the message of how much he missed, and wanted to hold and kiss her.

William smirked, watching the scene out of the corner of his eye. Asking her about the Summer Solstice, an all too familiar voice echoed in his head. Not now, William thought back.

Teris looked Yami over, tamping down the urge to grasp him and pull him down for a kiss. Eyes shifting away from him, she cleared her throat. “You dropped your food.” Looking over her shoulder she gestured to a passing girl.

“Yes, Miss?” The girl asked, bounding up to her.

Teris pointed at the food on the ground. “Three more like those and a mead, please.” She handed the girl a silver coin.

The girls eyes lit up. “Right away, Miss.”

Teris smiled after the child.

“You’re too generous.” Yami told, having seen the glint of silver in the torchlight.

“How was your mission?” Teris asked.

Yami took a quaff of his drink thinking he should’ve added an ale to Teris’ order, or possibly two. The coin she’d given the girl would've covered it and more.

“Went well enough.” Yami answered. He looked her over and grinned. “Good to be back. Even better having you back where you belong.”

Teris smiled shyly.

“Here she is.” The girl said, returning with a boy of maybe seventeen who carried the drink and one of the orders of food.

The boys eyes widened at the sight of Teris. To the girl he whispered in a hiss. “That’s Lady Nova.”

“She’s nice.” The girl said, cheerily.

The boy gave a clumsy bow. “Forgive my sister, my Lady, she--”

“Did nothing wrong.” Teris finished, smiling down at the girl.

The boy gave her a nervous smile a slight color flooding his cheeks.

Yami smirked at the lad, the boys Ki telling him that he found Teris attractive.

“I’ll take those.” Teris said, holding her hands out to the lad.

Yami chuckled seeing how flustered the kid got handing over the mead and food. The boy’s neck and face turning beet red when Teris’ hand brushed his during the transfer of goods.

Teris looked at the girl. “And you can give one to each of these gentlemen.” She gestured to Yami and William.

William turned his head, though his eyes had been watching the entire time. “Me?”

“Unless you don’t want it.” Teris said.

William smiled at the Nova’s generosity. Accepting the offered food from the girl, he told Teris. “Thank you.”

“That coin she gave you can cover another ale.” Yami told the boy, taking the food from the girl.

The boy nodded and dashed off.

“Making me pay for your drink?” Teris teased, brow raised.

“You already paid, I’m just seeing you get a bit more out of it.” Yami said.

“And how is another ale for you getting me anything?” Teris played, stepping between him and William to watch the match.

“Cause it makes me happy and you like it when I’m happy.” Yami said, feet shuffling to the left till his arm brushed hers. He looked her over glad his hands were once again full otherwise the temptation to grab and kiss her would’ve been impossible to resist.

Yami looked across Teris at William to see him watched them with interest. The two men's eyes met and held a moment before William’s bright smiling eyes flicked away. Yami turned back looking across the field to find and focus on Zara.

“So that’s your Purple Orca friend.” Yami commented, jutting his chin in the man’s direction.

Teris followed his gaze. “Zara. Yeah.” She huffed seeing Randall speaking to him. Remembering how the Crimson Lion had all but ignored the Purple Orca after the Decoration Ceremony at the Kings Castle, she said. “Glad to see Randall finally seems to remember he knows Zara.”

Having attended the past two day events at the Kings Castle that celebrated the end of the Nine Day War, William asked. “Can you blame him? Randall could hardly converse so readily with a peasant when among his peers.”

“I did.” Teris challenged.

“As a member of the oldest royal family, you can speak to whom ever you wish with little condemnation.” William said. He chose not to add that as the Intended of Nozel Silva, the heir to the second family of the kingdom, she could converse with whom ever she pleased without fear of lowering her status.

Teris scoffed, recalling the censuring looks Nozel and his father cast her way when she had conversed with Zara after the Decoration Ceremony.

“I could name a number of people who don’t agree with you there.” Teris told, looking at William out of the corner of her eye.

The boy returned with Yami’s ale. Yami downed the one he had and held the mug out to trade for the full one, only the kid was too busy making eyes at Teris.

“Can I get you anything else, Lady Nova?” The boy asked, softly.

Too softly apparently, because Teris who hadn’t noticed his appearance, kept her back turned to him. The boy looked her over and stared at her butt.

Yami’s eyes narrowed. He thrusted the empty tankard into the kids chest, hard enough to send him back a couple steps.

The boy turned his gaze to Yami who snatched his drink out of the kids hand.

Staring down at the boy, Yami commanded. “Go away.”

The boy sprinted off.

Yami watched the kid with an amused huff. Turning back around he asked Teris. “How was the ceremony?”

“You mean, did I behave myself?” Teris asked, eyes sliding to him.

Yami smirked at her. “You said it, not I.”

“Lady Teris was most genteel.” William offered. The feelings of his hidden friend melded and infected his having him go on. “Well, except for when Nozel dragged you away.” He looked at Teris. “Though I’m sure it’s difficult to appear elegant when being pulled behind someone. You were alone in that room together for quite some time. I hope whatever Nozel wanted of you turned out alright.”

Teris glared at the masked noble. The hair on the back of her neck prickled feeling Yami’s eyes bore into her. There was no doubt in her mind that William said what he did on purpose. The way his blue eyes danced behind his mask made her want to rip it off. What was he hiding anyway?

“I suppose it did.” William went on. He felt guilty, but not enough to stop. “You arrived on his arm for the dinner and danced not once but three times with him at the ball. Is it true that he even convinced his father to allow him to take you to Racine to view the sculptures of the Ice, Water, and Sand Contest? I’ve always wanted to go myself. But from what I’ve heard it’s mostly a romantic event meant for couples. Maybe next year. If I have someone close enough in my life.”

“I don’t see that happening.” Teris said in dry monotone, wondering what she’d done to offend Julius’ other protege.

“Ah! Vice Captain Jon has won the match.” William said. “Excuse me. I must congratulate him. Thank you again for the food.”

Teris watched the Golden Dawn slip under the bar that marked the perimeter of the training yard. Turning to Yami, she noted the once full mug of ale dangling from his hand, empty.

After taking a long, slow sip of mead, Teris asked. “How was you and Tobin’s mission?”

“You already asked that.” Yami said, dropping the empty tankard next to where he dropped the food when he grabbed Teris by the wrist. He took a bite of food more for something to do than hunger which he no longer felt.

“No problems?” Teris asked.

“Nope.” Yami said, chewing.

“It’s just Venice said you and Tobin were expected back early today.” Teris said, wishing Yami would look at her. “I had begun to worry.”

“I can tell.” Yami snarked.

Teris’ eyes hardened. She was tempted to throw her food at him. Instead she threw it on the ground.

Yami felt a breeze kicked up by Teris spinning around and storming away. He tossed his food down and cursed, regretting his sour sarcasm. It wasn’t that he was jealous. ...Okay, he was jealous. But not in the way one would think. He trusted Teris, and didn’t need to trust Nozel to know nothing happened. What Yami was jealous of was that Nozel could take her to some romantic event supposedly meant for couples, and he couldn’t even go out alone with her unless it was for a mission.

“Who’s next!” Bronn hollered from the center of the training yard.

Annoyed at Julius’ rules, and angry at his response, Yami gripped the hilt of his katana and lept over the bar. He needed to hit something and Bronn had just given him an excuse.

Bronn saw him and grinned devilishly. “I was hoping you’d get back in time for this. Sure you got enough mana left after that mission? Can’t mix with Black Sheep like you use to top off and cheat.”

“You gonna talk all night or fight?” Yami questioned the Vice Captain.

Bronn rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. “The Captain's Challenge is meant to prepare and show what it means to be a Magic Knights Captain. The power, strength of will, and all that nonsense. There’s no Vice Captain's Challenge. But seeing as you’re suppose to take my place soon enough, I’ll happily take you on here and now. Feel free to let loose and use magic, fists, and whatever else you got.”

Yami cloaked himself in mana. He didn’t put it passed Bronn to take an early cheap shot before the matches start was called. “Works for me. So long as I can kick your ass and you can’t cry about it and have me kicked out.”

“You sure you don’t want any help?” Bronn taunted. “It apparently takes two of you to take my place. Black Sheep--”

Yami unsheathed his katana, cloaking it in darkness. “Leave her out of this.”

Bronn shrugged. “It’s you’re infirmary stay.”

Standing with Randall and Zara, Fuegoleon looked between the two Black Bulls. It was obvious this wasn’t a challenge so much as an excuse to fight. He looked for Teris among the spectators hoping his cousin was watching Yami’s brutish display but didn’t see her. At least Nozel had left, called away on a mission. Given that Yami had left Nozel in the dark about Lord Silva sending another gang to kill him; Fuegoleon wouldn’t have put it passed Nozel to step forward and join the current challenge against Yami.

Jon left Kess’ side, ducking back under the railing and moving near Bronn. “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I.” Quince said.

Fuegoleon silently agreed with his Vice Captain. This was suppose to be a challenge of skill. Not a brawl of passed grievances. They were Magic Knights not petty thugs.

“Get behind the line.” Bronn ordered the Azure Deer.

“Let the two fight. Bronn has a point. Why isn’t there a Vice Captain's Challenge?” Jaynee asked.

“Because you’re stupid, that’s why, Jaynee.” Tyrn said. “Bronn. I’m all for whipping upstart subordinates into shape but this doesn’t feel right. You might be use to getting into trouble but the rest of us aren’t.”

“You might be leaving soon but I’m looking to be made Captain. I won’t let you do this. You want to fight the foreigner, do it another time.” Whilf put in.

Bronn sighed heavily, stance relaxing. “Seems I’m being overruled. Sorry, Lord of Destruction. You won’t be visiting Healers Hall tonight.”

Yami sheathed his katana and spat. “Coward.”

Bronn made for Yami. Quince lept over the bar. Tyrn ducking under. The two reached Bronn and held him back. Jon moved between Yami and Bronn in case Yami made for the Vice Captain or Bronn broke through. Bronn struggled against his fellows, cursing up a storm.

Senses alert in case Bronn used his magic or broke free, Yami turned his back. An insult he knew would enrage the Vice Captain further.

Shoulders tense, sure word would get back to Julius and his Captain would have words for him, Jon ushered Yami away.

Seeking to quickly move on and deflect from the scuffle, Jaynee took up the call asking for an opponent.

Yami took a drink out of someones hand and downed it, tossing mug back at the person. Jon apologized, handing the Magic Knight a coin as payment. Reaching the treeline Yami plopped on the ground exhaustion suddenly catching up to him.

“What was that about?” Jon questioned, watching Yami yawn.

Blinking heavily, Yami said dully. “Bronn’s an ass and deserves an ass kicking.”

Jon shifted on his feet, looking around before agreeing. “Can’t argue there.”

The Azure Deers Vice Captain wasn’t sure how he felt about Yami. But he didn’t think he’d ever consider the man a friend. It wasn’t just because of the way Yami had insisted on a bribe before agreeing to go out on what had ended up being the worse double date of Jon’s life. It wasn’t even because Yami was close friends with Venice’s new boyfriend, Tobin. Nor was it because it had been Yami’s suggestion that Tobin had followed which had made Venice so jealous and led to their break up. Okay, may be it had a bit to do it. But it mostly had to do with how different the two men were.

For the entirety of his life, Jon strove to behave as perfect courtly gentleman. He showed far more noble grace than either of his legitimate siblings and likely knew more about proper decorum too. As a bastard, Jon had done all he could to show himself to be better than what people expected. To be more than the noble children who sneered at him and had it so easy. Yami, on the other hand, didn’t try in the least to raise and better his behavior to prove to others that he was capable of it. That he was more than the uncivilized foreign peasant the hierarchy believed him to be. Worse than not trying, in Jon mind, was that Yami didn’t even seem to care what people thought.

It bothered Jon to no end. Still, despite his lack of friendly, though not necessarily unfriendly, feelings toward Yami, Jon felt a responsibility toward him given Yami was one of Captain Julius’ proteges.

Jon looked over the crowd milling about and sighed. At least no one seemed to be paying them much attention any more.

“Is everything alright?” Jon asked. Seconds passed without answer. “Yami?” He looked back down the Black Bull to find him laid back against a tree trunk asleep. Jon shook his head in annoyance. He’d never understand what his Captain had and still saw in foreigner.

74.4

“Are they dating?” Jax asked.

Julius shrugged in his seat. “Don’t know. Jon’s been exceedingly careful of his personal doings since he learned we knew so much about him and Venice.”

Jax tisked, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s our duty as Captain's to know what our squad is up to. Hard as one tries, personal life can’t completely be removed from work.”

“I’m just glad he’s no longer moping about the break-up.” Julius said.

Jax nodded into his cup. “It’s been six months. It’s about time he got over her and back out there.”

Julius smiled sadly. As if his friend should talk when he was still hung up and hadn’t been on a date in years. Not that Julius hadn’t tried helping Jax get back out there. The man deserved to find happiness. Especially after what happened.

“Is he?” Jax asked.

Julius raised his brows and blinked in question.

“Over her.” Jax elaborated.

Julius shrugged again. “Don’t know. But his better humor and interest in someone else is a good first step.”

“Just so long as he doesn’t go after Tobin or hold any animosity against Venice.” Jax said.

“That was never a worry.” Julius said of his Vice Captain.

“Talking about the Captain's Challenge?” Teris asked entering the Black Bulls base just in time to hear Julius’ comment. Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you two are spying. Hoping to learn the Vice Captain's strategy.”

“You mean it hasn’t devolved into an open contest for all comers yet?” Julius asked, remembering that’s how it was when he was a Vice Captain. Sadly, the Captain's didn’t have near as much fun preparing. Too busy to even schedule a group practice before the challenge, they were left winging it the day of. At least it gave the Vice Captain’s a chance at winning.

Teris nodded, moving to stand before her brother who sat in her favorite spot in the great room. “That happened shortly after sundown. People from the village have come to sell food and drink. There’s even music. You’d think it was a festival.”

Jax shared a smirk with Julius. “Nice to know somethings never change.” His eyes focused back on Teris trying to stifle a niggling worry. “Yami and Tobin back yet?” Even if the two dallied, they should've been back by now. But Yami and Teris hadn’t seen each other in four days. Jax would've figured the couple would be together if Yami had returned.

“Yeah. They’re out there.” Teris grumbled.

Jax and Julius glanced at each other. Though both wondered, neither wanted to kick a possible hornets nest by asking what Yami had done. At least Yami and Teris didn’t argue often. And the few times they did they seemed to handle it quickly enough on their own; with the exception of that one time last year before they got together.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you some questions. Have a seat.” Jax commended. He reached for an empty glass on the coffee table and poured a fingers worth of whiskey, sliding it over to Teris who sat beside Julius.

Julius’ eyes followed the serving of amber liquid as it glided across the coffee table. He gave Jax a look for offering his little sister such a hard drink.

Teris picked up the glass. Julius’ narrowed eyes fixed on her, eyebrow arching.

At her brother’s critical gaze, Teris paused. “What? I’m eighteen.”

“You’ve been eighteen for two days.” Julius remarked.

“Girl’s still eighteen.” Jax said.

Julius shot his friend another look.

“What? If the kingdom can send her to war and have her face possible death in service as a Magic Knight, she can have a drink.” Jax said.

Teris didn’t see the problem. She had partaken of ale and mead for years.

Julius turned back to his sister, disapproving expression warning her against drinking the hard liquor. Eyes locked with his, Teris took a sip.

She sputtered and coughed, eyes tearing and squeezing shut as her face scrunched.

Julius plucked the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. “Serves you right.”

Jax chuckled at both Nova’s. He took a swig of his drink and admitted. “It’s an acquired taste.”

Vision still blurry from watery eyes, Teris watched her Captain. Now she knew why they called it fire water.

Setting his glass down, Jax rested forearms on knees. “Have you had anymore disoriented awakenings like the ones that happen when the page of Chaos communicates with you?”

“You, Julius, and Commander Greywright were quite clear that if I did I was to report it to one of you.” Teris replied.

“That wasn’t an answer.” Jax said.

“Why would I disobey an order from three of my superiors?” Teris asked.

An uneasiness tugged at Julius’ stomach at Teris’ deflection.

“Answer the question.” Jax commanded.

“No.”

Stern eyebrows knitting together, Julius’ head snapped to Teris. Reprimand on the tip of his tongue.

But Jax spoke first. The single word weighted with danger. “No?”

“No, I haven’t had any communicative dreams with the page of Chaos. At least not any telling sign of them.” Teris answered.

“Has Yami mentioned any dreams or signs that the page of Chaos is communicating with him?” Jax asked.

“Shouldn’t that be a question for Yami?” Teris wondered, still cross with her boyfriend. She had been so excited to see Yami upon his return only for him to act like an idiot. At least they didn’t have to worry about showing affection in front of everyone, she consoled herself.

Rather than scolded Teris, Julius did something far more effective. The Azure Deer sat back and crossed his arms. “I don’t know, Jax. You sure you want to make her co-Vice Captain? She can even answer a simple question without giving lip.”

Teris’ eyes widened. Her jaw dropped, struggling for words.

Jax pretended to consider. “You have a good point.”

“Yami’s way worse about cooperating and listening.” Teris said, incredulous.

Jax sighed knowing all too well how true that was. “Which is why I’m asking you.”

Teris shrugged a shoulder. “He hasn’t said anything.”

“We’re a little under three months out from the Winter Solstice. That’s about the time you began experiencing somewhat regular signs of communicative dreams before the Summer Solstice wasn’t it?” Jax asked.

Teris nodded.

“Yet Yami hasn’t mentioned any sign of the same?” Jax pressed.

Teris shook her head. “No. And he promised he’d tell me.”

Jax looked to Julius in open question.

Julius scratched his brow and speculated. “It’s possible the signs of the dreams are different for Yami and he hasn’t yet figured out what those signs are. But Marx would need to preform his Memory Absolute spell for us to know for sure if Yami’s had any communicative dreams.”

“Yami won’t like that.” Teris said.

Jax almost said he didn’t care what Yami would like but instead admitted. “It wouldn’t do us any good anyway. Not when we still can’t see or make Yami remember what’s going on in those dreams.”

Julius hung his head feeling like a failure. For all his searching he still hadn’t found a spell or magical technique that would help Teris and Yami remember what the page of Chaos was communicating with them. His hands balled into fists, knuckles turning white. When it came to the Agents of Chaos matter he had failed too many times to count. In truth even his small victory’s hadn’t been wins so much as barely there catch ups. But there was one thing he refused to lose at; and that was keeping his sister and Yami safe and out of the Agents of Chaos’ hands this Winter Solstice.

Though it was only October fourth, the dreaded day loomed large with seventy-eight days left until December twenty-first. As much as Julius wanted to find a way to help Teris and Yami remember what the page of Chaos was saying; it wasn't necessary. With or without that knowledge he would stop Alowishus Spade and end his plans.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a special THANK YOU to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They really mean a lot.

*So we won’t being seeing the Captain's Challenge this time around. But we will be seeing one later when Yami, Teris, Nozel, and Fuegoleon will be able to participate as Vice Captain's. For now we’ve got other sorts of drama to get to.

Next chapter snippet:

Now that he was looking, Yami noted bruises on her other shoulder too. His hands lifted hovering over Teris’ shoulders lining his fingers over each mark.

#yami sukehiro #julius novachrono #william vangeance #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #Zara Ideale #randall luftair #light in the darkness

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misskikuwrites · 4 years

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Heart-to-Heart

Bederia week 2020

Day 5: Soulmates

Bede/Gloria (dressedinpinkshipping)

Gloria burst into the waiting room of the Ballonlea gym with a start, slamming the door behind her and shooting Bede a panicked look.

"Please, let me hide in here for a while!" she pleaded, stalking up to him and shooting a nervous look over her shoulder at the door. "Just for a while! Until they leave!"

"Until who leaves?" Bede frowned. "What have you done now?" He gave her an unimpressed look, and she pouted.

"Nothing! It's just - these reporters! They won't leave me alone and I just want some peace!" Gloria huffed, blowing out an exasperated puff of air. She plonked herself on the bench, her shoulders slumping. She sagged as if pulled down by a sudden surge of gravity.

Bede watched her for a moment. Studied the exhaustion on her face, the shadow in her eyes. She stared at the floor, her gaze passive as if she wasn't seeing anything at all.

"You're the Champion. A few reporters hounding you is to be expected, isn't it?"

"Try over a dozen." She sighed, dropping her head like it was a heavy weight on her neck.

He'd never seen her like this. Her voice flat and numb. The vibrant energy that followed her everywhere had faded, had become dull and lifeless. She was running on empty. She didn't look up from the floor between her feet.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Bede asked, searching her eyes for a response, a flicker of emotion in her eyes. They remained dark. "You're the Champion and a hero to Galar. I would have thought you would relish in your popularity, not run away from it."

She didn't take his bait, didn't respond to his comments with more than a shrug.

A cold trickle ran down Bede's spine. A dull ache settled in his heart at the blank depth in her eyes and he sat beside her on the bench. He clenched his hands into fists on his lap, longing to reach out and comfort her, to bring back the life, the light, in her dark eyes.

"It usually doesn't bother me this much," Gloria said, and Bede snatched away the hand he'd reached out towards her shoulder.

"Wh-What doesn't?"

"Questions about my love life…"

Bede's heart skipped. "Oh…"

Gloria sighed sheepishly. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd be interested to hear me complain about that…"

"It… It doesn't interest me in the slightest, of course but… well, if you wanted to talk about it… I suppose I could lend you my ear." He stole a deep breath, trying to calm the skittering of his heart, the flustering heat in his chest.

Gloria crossed her legs beneath her on the bench, slumping over to rest her elbows on her thighs. "It wasn't this bad until recently. After Valentine's Day it just got worse and worse and then I was seen reading the horoscope page of a magazine and now they keep asking me about my love life, if I'm dating or interested in anyone…" she grumbled in her throat, a frustrated frown narrowing her eyes. She glared at the floor as if it had personally offended her.

"They keep asking if I'm interested in Hop, or Raihan or Leon or even you sometimes!" She exhaled a sharp puff of air. "It's ridiculous!"

A swirling heat settled in Bede's chest, making it hard to breathe. "Y-Yeah, completely ridiculous…"

"And they're asking me if I'm going to take a date to the League Gala that's coming up, if I did anything for Valentine's Day - which I didn't answer, of course, because it's none of their damn business!" Gloria shouted that last part at the ceiling, a roar of frustrated defiance that started Bede. He flinched for a moment, freezing in place before she slumped again.

"I hate it… I hate it because Hop's my friend and they keep suggesting there's something between us, because they keep asking me about love only because I'm a woman…!" She faced Bede with a blazing glare. "They never asked Leon anything about his love life! He got interesting questions about the future of Galar, about his strategy and undefeated streak…" The fire in her voice slowly petered out. "They keep suggesting that Hop and I are like soulmates… like we're meant for each other because we fought Eternatus together. Because we've each got a Legendary Pokemon then that means we're somehow made for each other…" She threw her hands up in disbelief. "He's my friend. My best friend. He's… like family but they just won't listen to me…"

Bede looked at his hands, a fuzzy warmth blooming through his body. "So… you mean you don't... have feelings towards Hop?"

Gloria huffed. "Not you, too! I don't have - and never had - romantic feelings towards Hop."

"Sorry…" A cold wash of shame doused the heat on Bede's face.

"No, it's okay…" She shrugged. "I can see why you'd think that - why everyone seems to think that. But… to say that we're soulmates, that we're made for one another… it's completely ignoring our feelings, our free will to choose who we love. It's not so simple as having a soulmate who you just fit perfectly together with… Love is not that easy."

A deeper, darker pain hollowed out her eyes. There was something more to her words, something personal and painful, a wound that had never fully healed.

There was nothing Bede could say.

"Sorry," Gloria laughed suddenly, embarrassed and forceful. "I didn't mean to get all mopey on you. I guess love's a bit of a touchy subject for me." She glanced at him with a sheepish smile. "You know, I've never even been in love myself. How stupid is that!"

Her laughter, the deprecating jab at herself, drove a sliver of glass into Bede's heart. "That's not stupid."

She stopped laughing and looked at him.

"Not… not that it matters to me if you've ever been in love before, but I wouldn't call it stupid." He looked to the floor, unable to meet her surprised gaze. "If anything, something like love can be a nuisance; a distraction."

"You speaking from experience?"

Bede's heart leapt into his mouth, lodging high in his throat so he couldn't breathe.

Gloria patted his arm lightly. "Sorry, that was a poor joke. Forget it. I'm… not acting like myself today. Sorry…"

Her gaze became far-off, eyes glazing over as she stared towards the wall, unseeing and unfocused. Something swirled behind her eyes that Bede couldn't place.

"I shouldn't let it get to me like this but… it just brings so much back, stuff I thought I'd gotten over years ago and…" She sighed, resting her forehead in her hand. "I almost snapped at the reporters before I came here. They were asking me about soulmates and love at first sight and I just… if I didn't see a sky taxi land nearby then, let's just say that I might've broken a few cameras instead…"

"Why does it bother you so much?" Bede asked gently. "It's unusual to see you so irritated like this."

"It's…" She dropped her hand from her face, pain flickering in her eyes. "It's because of my Father."

Silence fell like the sudden clap of darkness in a blackout. Cold and foreign and empty. Not a breath of sound between them, not even Bede's heartbeat as it froze into ice in his chest.

Gloria fiddled with the hem of her dress. "He's… not around anymore but when I was young, I thought my parents were made for each other. I thought they'd always be together. Like soulmates." She shrugged, the movement stiff. "Maybe that's why I don't want to fall in love. I know just how much it can hurt."

Gloria raised her head, looked at Bede hesitantly, when he gently touched her arm. The nervous yet comforting gesture brought the slightest smile to her face. Her eyes softened. She rested her hand over his, curled her fingers around his hand in a silent gesture of understanding, of warmth.

"I… know how much things like that can hurt. I never knew my parents," Bede began, slowly looking away, "and the Chairman was everything to me. He sent me to the best Trainer's school, gave me my first Pokemon, a place where I thought I belonged. In the end, it was all…" A pause. He swallowed, a tight, painful lump in his throat. "He didn't even remember my name."

Gloria pulled Bede's hand from her arm and held it tight. He shot a quick glance to their joined hands before casting his eyes away.

"Everything I thought he'd given me, those birthday gifts he never forgot, the clothes and gear I'd asked for, had all been Oleana's doing. It was never him. Even this…" Bede lifted his arm, the large, golden watch sliding loosely. "It stopped long ago but I can't… bring myself to throw it away. Not yet."

Gloria squeezed his hand. "He meant a lot to you. You don't get over something like that easily."

Bede stared off for a moment. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around Gloria's in return, echoing her comforting squeeze. "I suppose so."

"Look at us, having a good ol' heart-to-heart," Gloria said, smiling gently at Bede. The beginnings of tears glistened in her eyes. She swiped the tears away with the back of her free hand. "Arceus, what is wrong with me today?"

"You seem pretty normal to me. When don't you get emotional over things?"

Gloria scoffed, but a smile grew on her face. "You are so mean!" She laughed, incredulous and light. "I don't cry that often!"

"Perhaps, but I distinctly remember you getting teary at a newly-hatched Cleffa the other day."

"It was too cute!"

"And my point has been made."

She rolled her eyes. "You've gotta release your emotions one way or another! We can't all be grumpy-pants like you all the time."

Bede raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?"

Gloria laughed. "Ah, I feel much better now!" She released his hand and stretched, arching her back with a satisfied sigh. Bede's hand felt too empty, too cold. He flexed his fingers as if trying to recall the feeling of her hand in his.

She stood and turned to face him, the light in her eyes softening her smile. "Thanks Bede. I'll remember that I can escape here if they bother me again."

Bede nodded. "I'll get a staff member to check the exits before you leave. If they're still hanging around after that then I'm sure I'll come up with a way to get them to leave." A cunning smile crept up his face, a sharp glint in his eyes as an idea formed.

"Uh-oh! I think they've made an enemy of Bede," Gloria laughed. "Don't scare them too badly. I don't want you to lose all your sponsors because you terrified some pathetic reporters."

"I'm not sure I can promise to go easy on them."

"I know." She smiled at him with mirth, a giddy twitch to the corner of her mouth as she bit back a larger grin.

"Gym Leader Bede?" a staff member called, opening the door to the waiting room. "The next challenge has arrived."

"I'd wish you good luck, but I know you don't need it," Gloria said.

Bede nodded, her smile sending rays of gentle warmth through his body. A rush of energy flooded his veins. "I'll make this quick."

They shared a grin, a glance of mutual understanding, a deeper connection forged between them. A bond that had connected them long ago, threads of fate tying them together, growing stronger and stronger as they became closer and closer. A bond of their own creation. Their own decisions, their own choices.

A destiny of their own making.

#bederiaweek #bederia #dressedinpinkshipping #bede #gloria #btyu #pokemon swsh

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mustangshelby04 · 4 years

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Pairings: Chris Evans / Charlotte Mackenzie (O/C)

Summary: Saying no leads Charlotte to a friendship she has never imagined.

A/N: I’m trying to force myself to write. Maybe this will light a fire under my ass…. Or my muse’s. She’s a bit flakey.

Chapter 2

Charlie looked around at the boxes filling up her living room. Almost every room in the house was full of boxes. She had brought most of her stuff from Omaha, but she’d ended up buying a lot of new furniture to fill up the new house and plenty of kitchenware to fill up the rather large kitchen. She had a couple of friends that had seen her off, but only one of them had offered to drive to Boston with her to help her move in.

Amanda walked into the house with the last box from the moving POD. “That’s it! We’re done.”

“Define done.” Charlie looked around her. “I’ve still got to figure out where all this stuff goes.”

“Have you even toured your house?”

“A little bit.”

Amanda moved past Charlie and walked through to the foyer. She flung open a pair of french doors and let out a low whistle. “Now I see why you bought this place. There’s a frickin library!”

“Yeah. That was the reason I bought this place.” Charlie walked into the library. “It’s not huge, but it’s mine.”

“I may just move to Boston with you.”

“Be my guest.”

“I don’t think Roger would approve. He wasn’t too keen on me coming here without him.”

“Well, you guys are trying for a baby. If you’re not there, the babymaking is one-sided and that never works out.”

Amanda laughed. “He’s just mad because the doctor told him he can’t play with himself and I’m not there to relieve his blue balls. Show me the upstairs!” There was a knock on the front door and the tall brunette looked at Charlie. “You expecting someone?”

Charlie shrugged and walked over to open the door. Chris stood there with a man and an older woman. “Chris!” Charlie smiled brightly and hugged him tightly. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to help you move in,” Chris said. “Mac, this is my mom, Lisa, and this is my friend Josh.” “It’s nice to finally meet you,” Lisa said, shaking Charlie’s hand. “My son has had nothing but good things to say about you.”

Charlie and Chris had spent the entire night talking that horrible day in Chicago. He’d offered her a ride to the airport the next morning and they hadn’t stopped talking the entire time. Since they’d parted ways, they had texted and called non-stop. Their friendship was an easy one and their conversations were always lengthy and in-depth. Philosophical debates were a favorite pastime for them as well as recommending books to one another.

There was a throat being cleared loudly behind Charlie and she turned to look at Amanda. “This is my friend Amanda.”

“Mandy’s fine,” Amanda said. “She told me she was friends with Chris Evans, but I didn’t believe her because she was so nonchalant about it. I guess it’s true.” She shook Chris’ hand. “Thank you for being there for her when that jackass dumped her like that.”

“It was my pleasure,” Chris said. “It’s great to meet you. Mac talks a lot about you.”

“I’m so mad you get to call her Mac. She never lets anyone call her that.”

“Oh my god, please come in!” Charlie said. “It’s cold out there.” She ushered Chris, Josh, and Lisa inside. “You really didn’t have to come help.”

“It’s the neighborly thing to do.” Chris said. “So, point us in the right direction and we’ll get started..”

“We’ve gotten everything in from the POD,” Amanda announced.

“And the furniture was delivered yesterday,” Charlie added. “Not all of it was put together.”

“I’ll go put things away in the kitchen,” Lisa announced. “Chris and Josh can start building furniture.”

“Charlie, you and I can start unpacking your books in that amazing library of yours.” Amanda declared.

Five hours later, everyone was standing around the kitchen island eating pizza that Lisa had ordered from Leone’s. The place was starting to look like someone lived there. Empty boxes were piled up in the mudroom, ready to be disposed of. The furniture still needed some rearranging, but it was mostly put together.

“You should throw a housewarming party.” Amanda declared.

“I think this is the housewarming party,” Charlie answered. “I don’t know anyone here. Besides Chris. And now Josh and Lisa. You’re leaving me tomorrow.”

“You’re going to make friends at work.”

“I don’t officially start for another two weeks. And it’s far enough away, I doubt I’ll be spending much time hanging out there. Which I am perfectly fine with. It’s one of the reasons why I chose Concord.”

“Your Spartan lifestyle is so confusing to me.”

Amanda had been the most popular girl all through school. When Charlie had moved to Omaha, Amanda had somehow managed to find out her story and took the young ginger girl under her wing. Charlie was sucked into the popular group, but she wasn’t really one of them. Amanda had been a cheerleader, in every school club she could be, and had been in theatre. Of course she starred in everything. Charlie had been the wallflower. The only club she had been in was the Young Author’s Club. She had gone to some games and attended the school plays to support her best friend, but she had always preferred to be the one in the supporting role. It wasn’t until college that Charlie began to find herself and came out of her shell some.

A lot of people didn’t understand her friendship with Amanda. They were polar opposites. But Amanda was an amazing friend. She had come to love Charlie like a sister and that vice was plenty versa. They had just clicked from the first conversation and had been nearly inseparable. They had even attended the same college and had made sure to be roommates through all four years. To many, Amanda seemed like the typical shallow popular girl, but she was actually a very smart woman with a deep, caring heart and soul.

“I am perfectly happy surrounded by my books,” Charlie said. “I just bought another box worth from that second-hand store back home, so I’ve got plenty to catch up on.”

“I keep telling you that you have an addiction to reading. Is there a Books Anonymous you can attend?”

Charlie laughed, but it was Chris that spoke next. “I’m in town for a little while. I have no problem showing you around your new home.”

“That’s a great idea, Chris!” Lisa exclaimed. “There’s plenty to see and do around here.”

“I suppose I’ll have to learn the surroundings at some point.” Charlie agreed.

“And the city.” Josh added. “You’ll need to learn your way around it, too. It can be a bit confusing.”

“That’s an understatement.” Chris laughed. “But Josh is right. We’ll have to plan some days to head into Boston and get you acclimated.”

“I appreciate that.” Charlie said. She noticed Lisa and Amanda stifling yawns. “It’s getting late. You guys have done so much. You really don’t have to stay and finish.”

“I’m going to stay. There’s a couple of pieces I was fighting with that I want to finish.”

“I’ll take Lisa home.” Josh offered.

“Thanks, man.” Chris clapped his friend on the shoulder.

“Yes, thank you, Josh.” Lisa said.

“I’ll walk you guys out.” Charlie offered.

“Charlie, please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.” Lisa said as they got to the front door. “Chris will give you my number.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Lisa!” Charlie hugged the older woman tightly.

“Chris hasn’t been himself since his breakup a few months ago. You’ve been such a bright light in his life these last few weeks and he seems to be getting back to who he is. I think you’re a big part of that, so I am eternally grateful to you.”

“He’s never even mentioned a breakup to me.”

“That’s good! It was rough on him. He said you went through a rough breakup, too.”

“I did. I got abandoned in Chicago because I refused to marry him.”

“What a jackass!” Lisa hugged Charlie again. “Well, his loss is our gain. I’ll see you soon, sweetie.”

Charlie waved at Lisa as she headed out and hugged Josh as he said his goodbyes. She joined Amanda and Chris in the kitchen. “And then there were three.”

“Make that two.” Amanda said. “I’m beat and I’m going to bed.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. These hormone injections aren’t fun. They take a lot out of me.” “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all in the name of having a baby.” Amanda turned to Chris. “It was lovely to meet you. Take care of my Charlie-bug.”

“I will do my best.” Chris promised, hugging Amanda. “It was really good to meet you, too.”

Charlie turned to Chris. “Where’s the last of the furniture you wanted to put together?”

“Your bedroom. I need to finish your bed, the dresser, and one more nightstand.”

“I’ll help you.” She grabbed the last box of pizza and headed out of the kitchen. They headed upstairs and into the master bedroom. Amanda was thankfully staying in the guest room at the other end of the house, so they wouldn’t risk waking her with their noise. “I didn’t realize it was getting late.”

“It’s not.” Chris said. “It’s only nine.”

“Really? Huh….”

They set to work on getting her bed finished. “So, Amanda is trying to have a baby?”

“Yeah. She and her husband Roger tried for a year before going to see a specialist. She’s doing her third round of IUI now. If that doesn’t work, they’ll have to try IVF.”

“Wow! That’s a lot to go through to have a baby.”

“She’s been really stressed out about it. I’m glad she decided to come with me to help me move. It’s a nice little getaway for her.”

“It’s too bad she’s leaving tomorrow. I could’ve taken you ladies into the city.”

“We kind of have to head that way anyway. She’s flying back. Her flight leaves at five in the evening.”

“Would you like me to take you guys? I know the way and we could have lunch somewhere.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” “That’s really kind of you.”

“Anytime.” He gave her a bright smile.

They were quiet for a long time as they finished putting the frame of the bed together and attaching the padded headboard. When they had moved on to the dresser and the nightstand, Charlie looked across the room at Chris. “So, your mom said you went through a tough breakup a few months ago.”

Chris kept his attention on the dresser drawer he was assembling. “Yeah.” “Did she propose then dump you in a strange city when you said no?”

Chris chuckled softly, but stayed quiet. Finally he said, “I wouldn’t have said no.”

“Oh.”

He sighed and paused in his work. “I really liked her. I could’ve loved her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We dated for a few months last year and then for a few months this year.”

“What happened?”

“Different schedules. Different life plans. She wanted to be more public. I wanted to be more private. I just don’t think that my business is the world’s business.”

“And she did?”

“She’s a comedian. She loved to talk about our relationship at her shows and she tweeted about us a lot. It really bothered me. We had a huge fight and she walked out.”

“I’m really sorry, Chris.”

“It’s ok.” Chris shrugged.

“It’s really not. You should be allowed to have a say in your relationship. If her being so public about it made you uncomfortable and she couldn’t respect that, then it’s better that you parted ways. You deserve better than that.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She shot him a smile. “The right woman is out there for you. I hope you haven’t given up hope.”

“I’m too much of a hopeless romantic for that.” He watched her for a long moment. Her tongue was sticking out of the side of her mouth as she concentrated on fitting two pieces together. A lock of her copper hair had escaped the messy bun on top of her head and she kept pushing it back behind her ear. “What about you, Mac?” “What about me?”

“Have you given up on finding someone?”

She stopped in her task and looked over at him. “I don’t really have time for dating. I’m always so busy.”

“You had time for the jackass.”

“Barely. And look how well that turned out.”

“How many boyfriends have you had in your life?”

“Um….. Three. One in high school. One in college. And then jackass.”

“What!?”

“What?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Were they long term?”

“High school Chad was a year. College Bryan was three years. Jackass Sam was six months.” “You’re thirty-four and you’ve only had three boyfriends?”

“Why is that so shocking?”

“Because you’re gorgeous. You’re smart and funny and witty…..”

“There you go trying to get into my pants again.”

Chris laughed. “It would be a futile effort.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe not.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

That made her laugh. “If I was, you’d be flat on your back instead of struggling with that drawer.”

“Listen to that confidence!”

“I’m just saying, clearly you can’t resist my charms. Too bad for you I’m not looking for a romantic relationship.”

“Who says it has to be romantic?”

“Oh, please, Chris! You’re a hopeless romantic. Those were your words.”

“True, but I’m also a human male.” “What does that mean?”

“It means: why can’t we have some fun together?”

“Oh my god! You really are trying to get in my pants!”

He chuckled. “Like I said, you’re gorgeous, smart, funny, witty….”

“Ok, Casanova…. Calm down over there.”

“Hey, you brought it up.”

“I may sound confident, but I’ve never had a friend with benefits.”

“Honestly, neither have I. A few one night stands, sure, but not a friend with benefits. Maybe taking a break from dating and having a no-strings-attached thing would benefit us both.”

“How would it work?”

“I’m not a fan of the term ‘booty-call,’ so maybe when we’re hanging out and the urge arises…. We don’t ignore it?”

“Ok. What if the urge arises and we’re not together?”

“That would be a booty-call.”

“So, don’t call it a booty-call. There are plenty of other words in the English language to use.”

“Ok, Miss Book Editor, what words would you use?”

Charlie thought for a second. “How about a tryst?”

“Oooh! I like that.”

“Thought you might. What happens if one of us catches feelings?”

“We’ll stop. Or deal with it accordingly.”

“Easier said than done.”

“You planning to fall in love with me?”

“Not in the near future. You’re not my type, Evans.”

“How so?”

“You’re too much of a jock.”

“No!”

“Yup. You’re up early for work outs and you love sports. You speak fluent bro despite your eloquence and surprising depth. On top of that, you’re always travelling for work. Which, by the way, your job is too rich for my blood.”

Chris nodded in understanding. He wasn’t offended at all. She had him pegged pretty well and his job was a bit crazy to someone not in the industry. He could only imagine what she must make of it being such a…. What had Amanda said…. Spartan. “Ok, Mac, fair points well made. What is your type?”

That seemed to stump her. “Um…. I….. Well….”

“So, I could be your type, but you’re just not sure.”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you planning on falling in love with me?”

He took a moment to think about it. “Not in the near future, but I’m open to all possibilities.”

Charlie rolled her eyes again. “Ok. I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”

Chris grinned. “We’re gonna have some serious fun.”

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Chapter 2: Destiny

It felt as though you were floating for years, endless stars cascaded. Drifting and whirling around you, no pain, no thoughts, nothing.

The view was mesmerising; bright colours of yellow, pink, orange and blues.

Down below you glimpsed another body floating by.

Is that me?

Am I dead?

As you observed yourself, it couldn’t help but be noticed how much skinnier you’d become. How pale and broken your face looked, I really am dead, aren’t I?

“No child, not yet. You are sick, rest…”

“rest….”

“rest…”

The crowned ones’ voice; his tone soothing the anxiety in your mind, pushing you to the edge of blissful slumber.

Slowly you opened your eyes, met with an unfamiliar ceiling. This wasn’t your room, or any room in the House of Lamentation. You couldn’t move your body, eyes just fluttering.

“Y/N, your awake finally.” Simeon’s voice sounds nearby.

You try to lick your dry lips, “Wh-where am I?” in almost a whisper.

“The House of Gods. Its actually here in the human realm, I will explain later” Simeon gently sits next to your unmoving body “rest my friend, you need too.” As he tucks the sides of the blanket beneath.

From the corner of your eyes, you caught that blue haired one, rise from a seat furthest from you and leave.

Who is he?

You don’t know how long you’d been lying there, the only ones you’d seen in the time was Simeon and Luke. Occasionally catching a glance of that quiet one peeping in and out. He never spoke to you, always on looking with such sadness in his eyes.

Until one day, you had most of your strength back, and really needed a pee.

Simeon and Luke hadn’t come by yet, there was no bathroom that you could see inside this strangely well organised room. You sat up and admired everything around. Books, Satan would have a field day in here you thought to yourself. The floor around the bottom of the bed was surrounded by water, like a mote around a castle. Soft browns and blue, the occasional brass vases near the walls filled with books. There was no carpet in this room, but blue tiles, reminded you of the blue haired one. All of it familiar and yet not.

Funny enough as you thought that, he walked in.

“Ah… Your fully awake now, that’s good. Didn’t mean to barge in, I’m sorry” He slightly bows to you.

“I-it’s quite alright, I get the feeling as though this might actually be your room” you nervously laugh.

His eye brow rises slightly, “do you remember?”

A fleeting look of confusion crosses your face, and you shake your head.

“Never mind then, I have some more medicine here for you. Please take this, its probably best if you didn’t touch anything in here or wonder outside of this room.” He gracefully walks over the water surrounding the bed and places the vile of liquids next to you. “We will accommodate you with your own room soon.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry. This may be too much, but I really need to, ya know….” You reach out to stop him from leaving.

“Uh, of course, your human now so it can’t be help. If you can walk then follow me, I will direct you to the lavatory.” Luckily for you he spared you the embarrassment of having to fully state it.

He stayed quiet most of the walk, and waited for you outside the washroom. This place was ginormous, much bigger than the house with the brothers. You stepped out of the washroom, and bowed your head to him “Thank you for waiting, I’m done now.”

“Clearly.” He turns and makes his way back from where you two started from.

…

“I’m sorry but, do we like, know each other?” You try to catch a peak at his face.

He glances down to the right, “No, we don’t. How could we. I am a god; you are a human.”

You stopped in your tracks. “God?”

His pace slowed to a stop and he turned to face you, “Yes, god. I am Huedaut, God of Aquarius.” He says deadpan.

That’s right the crowned one had said so himself; you thought back, “So tell me Mr. God sir-“

“it’s Huedaut, you may just call me that.” Cutting you off and striding back towards the room.

This guy, he’s nearly as bad as Lucifer. You roll your eyes inwards, just as you caught up to Huedaut, you heard other voices approaching.

“Hue, I see your walking Goldie! Hiya Goldie, how ya doing?” The soft brown haired one runs up and pets the top of your head.

“I’m not some kind of pet, don’t pat me like one!” You snap.

“Yikes, this one looks cute and playful but she’s a biter!!” He laughs and hides behind the other one with brown hair and hazel eyes. They were both wearing the same type of uniform, unlike Huedaut’s, their uniforms had black.

The short brown haired one offered his gloved hand, “I’m Dui, God of Gemini, and this playful one hiding here is Ichthys, God of Pisces. Welcome.” His cheeks tinted pink as he dipped his head, shaking your hand.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N, not Goldie.” You firmly shake and glare at the one called Ichthys.

He gives you a mischievous grin, “You’re going to be fun to play with.”

“Why would you want to dirty yourself playing with filth!” Another voice approached.

You turned around and remembered this one, briefly recalling his name was… Scorpy?

“Scorpy, is it?” You ask unsure, gesturing your hand out to shake.

Everyone freezes, Scorpio looks at your offered hand in disgust, Ichthys breaks into a roaring laugh.

“NO, listen here stupid woman. I am a God, God of Scorpio; You dare insult me?!” You felt your body begin to tremble with every word that left his mouth.

“Ha, ha Scorpy, see I told you it would stick” Ichthys holding his gut still laughing.

“I’m going to kill you, you brat!” Scorpio goes to grab Ichthys, missing him.

Ichthys laughs some more and sprints away, Scorpio tailing not too far behind.

“Please don’t think poorly of Scorpio, he is respected among all the gods. Diligent, determined and hardworking, that’s why he’s the Vice Minister of the Department of Punishments.” Dui says with a look of admiration.

Department of what now?

Huedaut gently grabs your shoulder and leads you back to his room, “You need to rest, no more for now.” He opens the door and lightly pushes you in, shutting it once your inside.

What the what….

Demons, Angels, Witches, Strange evil dark dude and now gods… Just when you thought you were getting a grip of reality, things just piled more and more.

Hold on a second, how long have I been here?!?!

Back in Devildom around a table in Diavolo’s castle-

“Y/N is making a slow recovery; the King is adamant she is not to return. He also advises you to send Solomon back to the human world and end this ‘program’ of yours” Simeon sips the tea before him “I’m sorry it has come to this.”

Lucifer shifts in his seat, “who is he to declare anything over anyone here, and advise Diavolo on the things that happen in his kingdom. Kivy is King of the Celestial Realm, not of Devildom!”

A hand is placed on Lucifer’s forearm “Thank you, Lucifer, for your support. However; considering what has transpired a fort night ago, it may not be wise to tempt destiny. The seal that imprisoned the Dark King has been broken, and I suspect the others will feel his presence regaining. Devildom may not be as safe as it once was.” Diavolo rubs his temples in slight annoyance.

“Indeed, darker forces are brewing once again. We can not afford any liabilities at this point.” Barbatos nods his head in agreement, next to Diavolo.

“I told you from the start this would fail, there is a reason why there are three realms now. The old days are long since gone.” Luke barks out.

“Be calm Luke, we should thank Diavolo for the thought. Its not everyday demons wish for a more peaceful path.” Says the one sat between Simeon and Luke.

“Karno, God of Cancer; I thank you for coming all this way. Please do take care of Y/N, she has become quite special to all of us here.” Diavolo slightly bows his head, to the one called Karno.

“It is my job as Vice Minister of Wishes to delegate in political matters, as well as granting wishes to those who are deserving of its reward. It is the least I can do.” Karno bows his head back to the prince. “I have always watched over her growing up, I will continue doing so.”

“I wonder why it is you here and not the Minister, himself…” Lucifer mocks.

Karno smiles kindly “Leon is very busy, and with recent events he is needed elsewhere. I hope we have not offended any of you, as vice minister my presence alone is appropriate. You of all people should know this Lucifer.”

Lucifer said nothing, he stood from his chair, bowed to Diavolo and took his leave.

“I see he has not changed.” Karno says with a sigh. “He may be the avatar of Pride, but if he does not let go of the past, pride will be his demise.”

“Same can be said about Leon though, no?” Luke leans over and whispers to Karno.

Back at the House of Gods –

You were getting acquainted with more of the gods, “Okay so let me get this straight. Department of wishes- grants wishes to humans who wish upon stars, and you guys punish humans?”

“Yes, that’s it, well done Goldie!” Teorus claps his hands and beams his prince charming smile.

Rolling your eyes, “…. and angels are like you, except created as servants to serve the gods?” You looked over to Huedaut.

“Yes, I guess you can say that. Angels deal with the underworld politics and the guarding and passing of mortal souls, reporting back to us with more sensitive priorities. We as gods only intervene on the basis of chaos. In simpler terms, war. When the world is on a brink of unbalanced crisis, too much of one thing isn’t a good thing.” He finishes not looking up from the report he was reading.

You began pinching yourself to triple check you hadn’t fallen asleep again.

Ichthys pats your shoulder “It’s true cutie, you’re not dreaming. I mean you’ve been living with demons for a while now. Some who were previously angels themselves, might I point out; yet you doubt us?” giving you a pouty lip.

“No, no, sorry it’s just, I mean… I’m still taking everything in. I feel way in over my head is all…” You deny with a look of guilt.

“Typical for a mere mortal, nothing but ants beneath our boots. Must be nice to be so air headed, no care in the world” A strong voice rings through the common area following a gust of wind. Entering with it; a tall man with a powerful aura clinging to him like second skin, and a smug yet very alluring face.

“Ah Leon, you’ve returned.” Huedaut closes his report and makes his way to him.

You’d been awake for 3 days, and were introduced to some of the gods. There was a total of 13 that you were told about, 12 who came here sometimes from the Celestial realm to work. So far you had met 6 (now 7), one (Scorpio) who made it obviously clear he didn’t like you at all. The ‘crowned one’ you called, was the King. King Kivy of the Heavens aka Paradise aka Celestial Realm.

Leon’s piercing stare sent shivers down your spine; you didn’t even need to be within his reach. You could feel his power, this one must be very strong, his stare alone reminded you that of a predator.

“Goldie, this is the Minister of the Department of Wishes, Leon, God of Leo!” Teorus taunts a bow towards his superior.

“If you’ve all had your fun toying with this thing here, why don’t you go and start doing your jobs.” He then snaps his fingers and a chew toy appears. “Here you go, that should keep you entertained.” Tossing the toy in front of you before turning and leaving with Huedaut.

You were fuming!

They may be gods, but the audacity of some of them, not even the boys back in devildom treated you with such manner. Made you wonder if some of these lot were the real demons.

“Relax Y/N, Leon’s always like this. Not many can challenge him, next to the king. Leon is one of the strongest in the heavens.” Ichthys picks up the toy at your feet.

“Wow, and look at you! Looks like you know how to use my name!” Didn’t mean to come off as rude, but the tone of your voice was less then amused.

Ichthys rubbed the back of his neck, “Well next to Zyg, Leon, and Scorpy your moody face is quite scary too, ha-ha.” Waving the toy at you.

Back in the House of Lamentation –

Lucifer had announced at the dining table that you would not be returning to devildom in the near future.

“WHAT!?! Y/N is like family now, they can’t just take her from us!” Mammon practically throwing a tantrum over the news.

Every-one had such sullen looks on their faces, no one even touching their food. Not even Beel.

“I disagree and agree” Satan declares, “considering what’s happened it is for her best interest. However, should she not be allowed the choice herself. It’s her life, where have they been the last year for her? We’ve been watching out for her, kind of feels like they’re saying were not good no, strong enough to protect her.” Slamming his hand down on the table, shaking everything on it.

“Yea! She’s our Y/N, who do those bastards think they are!” Mammon pacing back and forth before abruptly stopping to join the bashing.

“Idiot, Gods obviously” Asmo frowns at Mammon. “Duh!”

Lucifer stands from his seat, “As much as I agree with you, its hard for me to admit this but…” He swallows hard.

Everyone looks at Lucifer more than curious.

What he says next stuns everyone.

“We failed to protect her again, how many times do we have to fall in order to get one thing right. I like Y/N, I really do, but if Diavolo voices his resolve… Then that’s it.” He closes his eyes, remembering you the morning of the trip.

Dashing about your room, which was an utter disaster. Like many things when it came to you, but your eyes shined bright, twinkling. Your goofy smile popping up in his mind every time he entered the home, never before did he have such thoughts. Since you came to them, you brought with you; chaos. In a good sense, a feeling of belonging, of home. These late days without you around felt lonely, something none of them have ever really felt, or dared to admit anyways.

Belphie, “He’s back though, and he’ll be wanting her dead. Face it, it took everything, everyone had to subdue him then…. This time he’s had time, he’s had a lot of time. They’ll be a war no doubt.” He looked to Beel with worry.

“She has no idea, does she?” Beel looked down at his untouched food in thought. He had no appetite of late.

“N-no, but I’m sure they’ll tell her. They’ll t-tell her everything…. W-what do you th-think she’ll think of us then…” Levi choked out, looking to Lucifer for answers.

“I don’t know.” He turned around and gripped the back of the chair. “I really… don’t… know.”

Back at the House of Gods –

You were sitting in a room that they cleared for you. It was made very clear that you would be staying here until told otherwise. You asked how the others were doing, not to your surprise they didn’t say anything. Only telling you they were demons, filthiest of the filth. You didn’t like them bashing your friends, they were kind enough to you, you had no quarrel with them. So, you stopped bringing them up, you didn’t want them saying hurtful things about them.

It made you believe in Diavolo’s exchange program now more then ever. You didn’t want to judge anybody by what they were, but rather by who they were. How they treated you and others, judge them by the actions, not their race. Always choose kindness, you reminded yourself.

Sitting on the bed, playing with the D.D.D in your hand. It had stopped working since leaving Devildom, not that you expected it to work. How you wished you could contact them; see how they were doing.

Just then, a knock at your door.

You got up from the bed and cracked open the door, “Yes?”

There was another one outside your door, wearing a wishing department uniform, with a red tie. This one looked awfully familiar, you’d definitely seen him before.. Or perhaps they all just seemed similar in appearance, maybe its the uniforms.

“Hi Y/N I do apologise for bothering you. My names Karno, I’m the Vice Minister of Wishes. May I come in?” He gave you a kind smile, his eyes reflecting compassion.

Opening the door wider “Of course, please do come in. Its nice to meet you sir, um is everything alright?”

“That’s what I’ve come to find out and you do not need to be so formal with me.” He enters the room with soft steps “You see you made a wish; I’ve come to grant it.” striding across the room, claiming the seat at the desk. He crossed one leg over the other and knitted his hands together on his lap.

You were watching him carefully, you must know this one from some where.. He just seems… Ah shit he said something, focus…

“A wish? I don’t recall making a wish.” scratching your head.

He gave a belly filled chuckle, “You did just moments ago” he pulled out a folder from within his suit “usually normal humans wish upon a star and we receive their wishes. However, you are a reincarnated goddess, so simply wishing is enough for myself and Leon to hear.”

You remembered the dark one calling you a ‘former goddess’ but from what you were aware, you were Lilith’s reincarnated soul – descendent thing- and she was an angel. Right…

Karna could see the suspicion growing on your face, “Look I understand this must all be very confusing, in time you will find all the answers you’re looking for. For now, you wish to contact the demon brothers no?”

Your face lit up, nodding your head up and down vigorously, “Yes, oh yes I do, please!”

“Unfortunately, I cannot grant that, the king forbids it. Alternatively, you may write them a letter and I can have Simeon deliver it on your behalf.” Karno says sympathetically. “Though I must warn you, even if they write back. There are certain powers around this mansion that forbid anything demonic in, so there is no guarantee. Also; if it’s not too bold of me to say, what makes you think they care?” Karno wanted to test you. He had found it rather peculiar that Diavolo stated you were special to all of them, he wanted to know why.

Was it your connection to Lillith? How much did you know exactly? What all did they tell you, or didn’t tell you. Or did they simply care about you, as you are now. Did they care like the way he cared about you; you’d seemed to have grown up a lot since he’d last saw you.

You had a feeling bringing them up would bring some sort of an opinion, but you didn’t care. You had grown fond of each of them, even if they didn’t write back, you WERE going to write to them.

“I don’t care if they write back or not is what I want to say. Truthfully, all I care about, is letting them know I’m alright. Letting them know I’m thinking about them. Reminding Mammon to stay out of trouble and that he’s not an idiot, telling Asmo it doesn’t matter what he wears, he always looks good. Telling Levi to stock enough snacks, and telling him I’m sorry I can’t aid him on his gaming adventures…” Tears began to fall “Making sure Beel is eating as much as he needs, that Belphie has the comfiest pillows while he naps. Satan isn’t disturbed while he reads and studies and Lucifer isn’t trying to kill them for driving him nuts.” By now you had a steady stream of tears.

Karno stood up from the chair and handed you a tissue “Very well, I will go and pass your message along…”

“I didn’t write anything?” You looked at him through red eyes.

He snapped his fingers and behold, a letter with word for word writing on it “There’s no need to, please rest. I will personally deliver this for you.” He bowed and left you alone.

As he closed the door, the corner of his lips curled up.

So that’s why, he thought…

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griddleshark · 4 years

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so like,,,, supercorp college au?? mayhaps,,, butch kara??

ooooooo yes. always. like?? maybe kara as a music major?? lena as a dance major at juilliard.

(lmao this is so much longer than i thought it wld be originally)

Lena’s legs ache from her ballet class and the muscles in her core scream at her with every step she takes up the stairs. Sam is chattering off about some performance piece and Lena’s too exhausted to contribute. All she wants to do is go back to their apartment and sleep.

Sadly, Lena promised one of her professors that she would attend one of the music classes for the 2nd years because she needs to find someone to compose her winter performance piece. “Do you think any of the music majors will do it or are they too busy smoking pot to help someone out?”

Sam scoffs. “Oh please Lena, just because James is like that doesn’t mean everyone is.” The taller woman had promised Lena she would help her find a musician to help, so Sam has decided to tag along to watch the class. Lena is so grateful for that because if she has to watch a ton of music majors argue about if Herbie Hancock or Stan Getz is more influential to jazz music alone she’d probably shoot herself.

The classroom is small and all the students are seated around a conductor’s stand holding their respective instruments. Some are talking to each other, others are tuning their instruments, and some are just on their phone. The professor is looking over something on his stand and Lena suddenly gets a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach.

It’s odd. Lena doesn’t get nervous. Relax you idiot, Lena tells herself, you have performed at Lincoln Center, you were Clara in the Nutcracker, you are Odette in Swan Lake, stop being a little bitch. Steeling herself, Lena stands up a bit straighter, regardless of the ache of protest in her back, and walks over to where the professor is reading some sheet music.

He’s an older looking man, maybe in his 50s or 60s, and the half-moon glasses he wears reminds Lena of Dumbledore. “Professor J’onzz?”

The man looks up at the two girls standing in front of him and gives them a smile. “You must be Lena!” he sounds excited actually, “Leon told me you'd be coming!” he turns to look at Sam, “and you are...”

“Samantha Arias. I’m a performance major. Just here for moral support.”

Professor J’onzz nods his head and then calls for the attention of his 10 students. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lena Luthor. She’s a second-year dance major, she’s here to watch you all perform to then see who to ask for as a composition partner for her winter performance piece.”

Lena’s eyes scan the 10 students to see if any standout and she grimaces internally when she notices most of the students are boys. She doesn’t like working with men usually due to them always acting like they know more than her. She’d rather work with a girl because she feels more comfortable sharing and discussing her viewpoints and things they can work on.

Her heart skips a bit when her eyes land on a blonde girl. Her hair is down and falls around her shoulders like waves of honey. The vivid blue of her eyes sends a chill down Lena’s spine and she can’t help but feel a bit flustered a just how her “type” this girl is.

The scuffed Timberlands on her feet, to the ripped, dark wash jeans, and the plain white t-shirt that shows her rippling biceps. She looks like she could bench press Lena easily, and it makes her wonder if this woman has ever once considered doing ballet just to do lifts.

“You can take a seat beside me while we watch them perform. They’re showing me edited versions of their composition pieces.”

For the next 20 minutes, Lena sits beside J’onn and Sam and takes notes on each piece. She knows enough about music and theory to take notes on what she likes and wants for her piece, but so far none of the people have truly stood out to her. It might be because she’s hoping that the handsome blonde takes her breath away.

Once Mike El finishes receiving feedback on his much too cheery composition, Professor J’onzz looks at his grading sheet. “Kara, it’s your turn.”

The blonde woman, Kara, stands from her seat and cracks her knuckles. She sits at the grand piano at the corner of the room closest to Lena and Lena watches her place the 6 sheets of music in front of herself.

“So this is called Winter Waltz in Central Park,” Kara says aloud. Her voice is gentle and soft, nothing like how Lena imagined it based on her appearance. It makes Lena’s insides feel warm with comfort.

By the first measure, Lena is already entranced with how beautiful it sounds. She closes her eyes and can see the music notes floating around and her and causing her to spin as she dances on the stage in Lincoln Center. There are snowflakes and icicles that hang in the air around her as she leaps and dances around the stage, chasing each note, trying to catch it and keep it warm against her chest.

As Kara’s fingers slam on the keys, Lena can see a move with each beat. Her body is screaming at her to stand and dance along with Kara’s playing, but she contains herself. She doesn’t want to embarrass herself in front of an attractive woman.

When the song ends, Lena’s eyes open slowly and she can’t stop herself as she claps enthusiastically. It’s easily the best piece she’s heard today and she could sit there the rest of the day listening to Kara’s fingers push on the keys.

Lena zones out the rest of the class, trying to formulate a way to talk to Kara and ask her to be her partner. She’s never had much luck with women because she gets so nervous and so she just prays that whoever it is she’s interested in will just ask her instead. Of course, it works sometimes, but other times it seems like the butch she’s interested in is just as nervous.

When Professor J’onzz releases the class, Sam stands and grabs Lena’s hand to help her up. “You make a decision?”

“Definitely.” Lena’s eyes scan where Kara is and she breathes a sigh of relief to see her still in the room, putting sheets of paper into her backpack. “C’mon.”

When Lena gets close enough to properly see Kara, her breath hitches. Close up, she can see so many more details, even with the shitty lighting. The flecks of grey and gold in her blue eyes, the scar above her eyebrow, her strong jawline which Lena is sure all girls go weak over.

“Kara, right?”

The blonde smiles. She sticks out her hand in greeting. “Yeah, Kara Danvers, a pleasure to meet you.”

Lena shakes her hand, having to bite her tongue at how formally she’s acting. “Lena Luthor.” Kara’s hands are big, and her fingers long, probably from years of piano training. They’re also surprisingly rough, which Lena wasn’t expecting, but somehow, they’re also soft.

“So, how’d you like my piece?” Kara’s voice sounds almost nervous.

It’s comical. Kara’s piece was one of the only two that received no criticisms from J’onn, and Lena would assume that would be all the blonde cares about. Why would she care what a dance major thinks?”

“It was amazing. Genuinely. The moment you started playing I closed my eyes and could picture myself dancing to it on stage. It was exactly what I wanted without realizing I even wanted it.”

The grin that morphs Kara’s face is adorable. Her eyes develop small crinkles around the edges and she reminds Lena of an excited puppy. “That’s awesome. That’s how I want people to feel about all of my compositions.”

“So,” Lena gnaws on her lip. “Would you be willing to work with me for the winter recital? You’ll get class credit for it and everything.”

Kara just nods her head and grins. “Of course! I’d love to. It’s not every day a beautiful dancer asks for my help.”

The comment makes Lena blush and Sam nudges her playfully. “Perfect. I’ll text you then?” Lena hands the blonde her phone for her to put her number in it.

“Um, yes! Please...” Kara puts her number in as ‘Kara Danvers (piano girl)’ and it makes Lena smile. “If you need anything, just let me know. I gotta go now, I have my jazz class soon.”

With that, the blonde begins walking away, but not before tripping over a chair as she waves goodbye to the girls. She nearly falls onto a saxophone resting against the wall, but she catches herself. “I’m good. I’ll see y’all.”

Once she’s out the door, Sam finally allows herself to snicker. “Oh she so likes you.”

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Bear Witness Chap 1

This is a fic that I was inspired to write thanks to a group chat conversation haha

TW: none, just the reader incessantly teasing Leon (poor guy)

Pairings: Leon x reader

Word Count: 1,809

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"Leon, you are the only agent not assigned to something right now." Hunnigan explained, causing Leon to sigh heavily. Hanging his head in frustration, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I understand that, Hunnigan. It's not really in my job description to babysit."

"Well, it's not babysitting, so you should be good." She sassed right back at him, having gotten used to his mouth over the years. "Y/f/n y/l/n has got to be protected. She knows too much about the man who let loose the last virus. He's after her." Leon sighed again, knowing he would never win this fight anyway, he caved.

"Fine, there's nothing I can say to get me out of it, right?" Hunnigan smiled, nodding quickly.

"You're finally learning!" Leon scoffed, shaking his head at her. "You'll be moved in with her in that new condominium complex on the outskirts of town. She should be arriving soon, so be ready to leave as soon as she gets there." Hunnigan disconnected the call, and Leon put his phone in his pocket, groaning to himself over such a mundane job.

He had just begun to pack when knocking rapped against his door to the tune of 'shave and a haircut' and he grimaced. He walked to his front door, looking through the peephole to see you, apparently standing on your tiptoes to look back at him through the glass. You leaned back and waved at him, smiling brightly. The secret service agent tasked to escort you here did not look pleased in the slightest.

"Good luck, Kennedy." The mans burly voice boomed when Leon finally opened the door, and you laughed.

"Oh, come on Jenkins, it was a fun 30 minute ride!" You exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of your feet, playfully punching his chest and he grunted.

"For the last time. My name is Perkins. Not Jenkins." He grumbled as he quickly turned, leaving you in Leon's hands now. You turn and smile up at the taller man.

"You don't look like much." Leon observed, confused by why the previous escort seemed so surly.

"Haircuts a little outdated, don't cha think?" You teased him and Leon frowned, beginning to understand Perkins' displeasure. You pick up your bags and with a pep in your step, waltz into Leon's apartment, turning in a circle as you looked over his decor. "Not bad, my dude. Must make the big bucks babysitting people."

"I don't babysit people." He deadpanned, closing his door to go back to packing. "I'm not doing this because I want to." You snort out a laugh.

"Like I am?" You flop onto his couch, crossing your ankles on the coffee table before you, digging in your pocket for your phone.

"No, what the hell do you have that for?" Leon asked, incredulously, snatching the device from your hands. "Why didn't Perkins take this from you?" You give him a big shit eating grin.

"He did, my dude. I got sticky fingers though." You respond, holding up your hands and wiggling your fingers, while simultaneously wiggling your eyebrows at him. Leon huffed, turning off the phone, feeling his patience wearing thin already.

"They can track this if they want too." You shrug, folding your arms over your chest.

"Perkins said that too." Leon gaped at you like a fish out of water.

"Do you wanna be caught? If so, leave, not like I wanna look after you anyway. I've got better things I could be doing." His harsh words bit deep and he knew it immediately, and he sighed, relaxing his stance. "Sorry...I know you're going through a lot and that wasn't fair." You wave you hand at him flippantly, shrugging a shoulder and looking out the window next to you.

"It's all cool, guy. I get it, you don't want me around, but you've got me." You smirk at him, and lower your feet to the floor, joining him in his bedroom. "Whatcha packin'?" You asked in an unveiled innuendo, biting your bottom lip, dragging your eyes down his body, you heard an intake of breath, and his body tensed, before you grabbed a shirt from his suitcase.

Leon snatched the shirt away from you, quickly folding it and placing it back in the case. "Are you always this nosy?" You toss your head back with laughter, clapping his arm before you flopped on your back on his bed.

"Pretty much. That's a good color for you, in all seriousness." You say truthfully, motioning at the dark blue shirt with the hand that wasn't behind your head.

"Uh, thanks." You let him finish packing in silence, not denying the fact that you think this man is probably the most gorgeous person you've ever laid eyes on. You knew better than to let any curiosities get you, because as soon as Alan Reicherman was caught, you'd likely never see Leon again.

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At the condo, you whistled as you entered the vast living room. Dropping your bags in the doorway, causing Leon to trip slightly as you ran to the window to look at the view.

"This is some swanky shit, Skennedy." He grumbled under his breath, as he picked your bags up as well, depositing them and his own suitcase beside the couch.

"Either call me Leon or Agent Kennedy. Don't mesh my name together like that. It's annoying." You turned your upper body to smile at him, the first genuine one you've given him since you met. Leon's lips parted slightly as the sunset cast an ethereal glow around your form, finding it to be almost heavenly in this moment. He quickly shook his head to get the thought from his brain. You were a client, nothing more.

"Ok, boomer." The moment was gone as you snorted again, doubling over in laughter, and Leon groaned at you, rubbing his forehead. This was going to last forever. "I'm kidding, lighten up. I'll call you whatever you want me too." You continue to laugh as you pick up your bags and hauled one over your shoulder. "I'll call the room with the best bed!" You call over your shoulder as you inspected the rooms.

A few hours passed, and you were getting restless, fidgeting with your fingers, bouncing your leg, pacing the room, sighing loudly until Leon finally acknowledged you.

"Is something the matter, princess?" You toss your hands in the air, waving them around wildly.

"I'm bored, dude. Like how can you just sit there like that?" Leon shrugged, a small smile on his face as you sat on one of the barstools next to the island separating the living room and the kitchen.

"It comes with the job." You look at him, your chin cradled in your palm.

"Babysitting?" Leon scratched the back of his head in frustration, before shooting you a warning glare.

"I'm not a babysitter." You smile at him again, enjoying pushing his buttons a little too much.

"Yeah, you're too handsome to be a babysitter." You say off handedly. "If you were my babysitter, I'd do whatever necessary to get you to spank me." You admit, giving him a playful wink, and Leon covered his face with his hands. "So, what is your job then?" He looked over his finger tips at you, debating on if you were just going to throw another quip at him, but you were earnestly curious.

"I'm an agent in the DSO." He explained, simply and you quirked an eyebrow, motioning with your hands for him to continue. "A special division for efficiently and quickly eliminating any crisis that threatened the United States of America and its people." He responded and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"That actually sounds like it would be a cool job. Much better than babysitting me." You smile at him, standing up and moving to sit next to him on the couch. "But then again. It's me, so you've been blessed." He rolled his eyes at you, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes.

Leon awoke several hours later, not realizing he had drifted off, surprised he could with your incessant teasing him. Speaking of that, Leon sat upright, you were nowhere to be seen or heard for that matter. He jumped up, moving to the room you claimed as yours, seeing the clock on the wall read 1 in the morning. Figuring you just moved to you bed, he was shocked to see that the bed in question was empty.

Panic began to grip him, as he began checking the other rooms, gun drawn and ready for action if needed. Nowhere, you were nowhere, and he closed his eyes. He would be dead if someone had got in to take you, so that was out of the question. So where could you be. He explicitly told you to not leave this place.

Like you would listen to him.

A soft rustling in the kitchen caught his attention, and he moved slowly as to not startle who or what ever was making the noise. He turned the corner, gun trained on you and you looked up at him in surprise, cheeks puffed out full of Fruity Pebbles. You slowly chew on the mouthful before smiling brightly at him.

"Where did you get that?" You give him a confused look, before looking down at the box of cereal in your possession pointing at it, with a raised eyebrow, before shrugging.

"Couldn't tell ya." He tilted his head and gave you a skeptical look, replacing his gun in its holster.

"You left didn't you?" You feigned innocence accused, as if he had just told everyone in the world that you kick puppies.

"I would never do that, Leon!" He pursued his lips, pointing at the floor next to you, where his car keys sat and you blinked at them.

"My keys are right there." You swallowed your food before picking them up and tossing them up onto the nearby table.

"No they're not." You shrug, pointing up at the table and he scoffed, feeling aggravation building again.

"I just saw you throw them." You blink at him, placing your palm on your chest.

"It's not my fault you just leave your keys on the floor, man." He growled at you, tugged at his hair, before taking a deep calming breath, pointing at you, in an almost defeated manner.

"No more leaving." He said sternly, and you bite back a smile, popping another handful of cereal in your mouth.

"You're not my dad." You teased him, and he hung his head, causing you to giggle. "C'mon, Leon, it's bedtime anyway. I'm done with my midnight snack." You say, standing and placing the box on top of the fridge, before linking arms with him, laying your cheek on his bicep and leading him to the bedrooms.

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My collection - part two John wick AU

A/n: so ive already wrote part 2 because ive been brain storming ideas all day at work and i just had to get some of them down. So this was the out come.

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A week had passed and y/n had found herself in front of her new college. This is where her life would begin and y/n felt a knot form in her stomach from nervousness and excitement. “So what do you think?” y/n turned to where the voice had come from and saw Tom. y/n smiled “it looks huge” she laughed and Tom wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Don't worry about it you will get used to it. Come on you need to get to your first class” Tom lead her around the college showing her the various points of interest before he stopped outside a lecture room. “So this is where i leave you. But I will see you at lunch and I will introduce you to a few on my friends” Tom leaned against the wall. “Thanks again tom. I don't have many friends yet” y/n laughed looking down. “Don't worry. You will have no trouble making friends here” he said before someone had called his name “ ok i have to go. See you later” he said “bye” y/n muttered as she watched him walk towards a group of guys who were all staring and watched as they all clapped and laughed as he got closer. y/n heard Tom say a quick shut up before they moved out of view. y/n giggled before pushing open the door to the lecture room which was still filling up with students.

She placed herself a few rows back from the front and pulled out various books and pens ready for the class to begin. “Good morning everyone.” y/n looked up and a small amount of panic set in as she saw John stood in front of the class in a suit, his hair slicked back:a complete 180 of the john y/n had met just a week earlier. She sat up straighter in her chair. “It's nice to see you all after such a nice break a…” John paused as he made eye contact with y/n and smiled. “I also see we have a new face in the class.” and just like that all eyes were on y/n. y/n wanted to jump out of the nearest window out of pure embarrassment but decided to give a small smile instead which john returned. “Ok moving on please open your books to page 70. We have a lot to cover this year people.” john said keeping intense eye contact with the new girl in his class.

y/n tried to focus as much as she could on the lesson but every now and then her mind would slip back to her teacher/ neighbour and why he gave her such a weird vibe. She just couldn’t pinpoint why she felt this way about this man. He had done nothing wrong to threaten her in anyway shape or form. In Fact so far he had been a model neighbour. So why was she scared to be around him?.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the bell and everyone stood up rushing to go to lunch. y/n tried to put her stuff away as fast as she could.

It was as if john had super powers because he was suddenly next to her. “y/n. What are the odds that you’re in my class” john gave a smile and y/n gave the best attempt at a smile she could. “Small world John” she replied “dr wick” he said sternly, the smile dropping from his mouth instantly and was replaced with a look that could kill. y/n was shocked at the harshness of his words and john must have understood the confusion on her face because the smile quickly came back as if someone had switched a flip in him. “please call me dr Wick whilst you are in class. You don’t want people getting the wrong idea”. That sentence made y/n shudder out of disgust. Any other girl would have swooned and it would of had the same effect on her any other time but for some reason it didn't. Dr wick was a good looking man but there was that feeling again. The feeling that there was something off with this man. “Well i must be going. Im meeting friends for lunch” she hastily pushed past him running out of the class before anything else could be said to make y/n feel any more weirded out. It was at that moment she knew she was going to be seeing a lot more of john and she dreaded it.

John looked down at the table y/n had been sitting at and smirked when he saw she had left her planner on the desk. It was as if some unseen force was pushing john towards the young girl. He slipped into the seat and closed his eyes; the seat was still warm and he could smell her sweet perfume. John looked down and opened the planner and flipped through it all. There was nothing of any interest, a few notes for her homework and some to do lists. He skimmed over the words 'pick up veg' 'tidy pantry' ect. But two sentences took his interest 'gym meeting at 2pm sat' and ‘ parents visiting sunday’. He now knew where she would be this weekend and made a mental note of it. He finished flipping through the book until he got to the back and the smile that had previously been on his face had now changed to anger. He picked up a note. Reading the words slowly he felt the anger grow in his chest. John screw up The note tom had given y/n with his number on and shoved it in his pocket. John knew tom and he would make sure he was going to stay away from her. He picked up the book and moved over to his desk and put it into his bag. Sighing he closed his eyes and pictured y/n.

Never before had john been so quickly drawn to a girl before. Was it her y/h/c hair? Or y/e/c eyes? John didn’t know. But he wanted her and that's all he did know.

Y/n walked into the canteen and saw Tom sitting at a table with a few other people. As she got closer Tom looked up and saw her, a smile grew on his face. "hi" y/n said and tom stood up "hi. Everyone this is y/n. She’s living in my grandads old house. Y/n this is sarah, jack and leon." they each looked at the new girl and greeted her, beginning a conversation and talking with her as if they had been friends for years. They made y/n feel at home and soon the encounter with john was pushed to the back of her mind. If only the same could be said for john.

Dr. Wick walked into the canteen and scanned for his new favourite student. He saw her sitting with tom and the way the two students looked at each other sent a deep hatred through his body.

John stormed over to the table. Y/n looked up and her face went pale. "y/n? What's wrong?" tom asked. " Tom" john seethed "what did i say to you about your work? It's terrible i want you to redo it again but this time i want you to do 50 pages. On my desk tomorrow. You also have 2 weeks detention for making me read such a terrible piece of work" john stormed off and the whole canteen was staring at the boy. "what was that about?" leon said breaking the silence. Tom shook his head "I don't know. I handed in my assignment a few days ago and he said it was perfect. He never acts like that. He’s always the nice teacher. I'm sorry I have to go. I won't be able to re-do the work in time if I don't start now. I’ll text you later y/n" tom quickly stood up and rushed out of the canteen. Leaving everyone to their lunch.

The school day had finished and y/n climbed into her car just as the rain started to pour. As she turned the key the car didn't start . "ohh come on" she groaned resting her head on the wheel as she tried several more times and nothing. She jumped out the car and started the long walk home, deciding on calling someone to fix it tomorrow . As she walked out the car park, a car pulled up beside her. It was a beat up old mustang and as the window rolled down she inwardly cried. John leaned out the window.

"miss y/l/n. Where's your car?" John asked with a weird tone in his voice. "it broke down. I'll call someone to fix it tomorrow" she said quickly as she pulled her jacket closer to shield herself from the rain. "I can give you a ride home. I mean you do live across the street" john laughed but y/n didn't. "um i'm fine really i ca…." john interrupted her "nonsense i am not letting you walk in this rain" y/n looked up “it's not really that bad I can walk “ and as if on cue the rain got heavier and thunderstruck. 'why do you hate me God' y/n thought. "sure. Fine" she said throwing her hands in the air and she walked to the other side of the car and climbed in.

As she got in the car she tried to sit back as far as she could in the car in an attempt to disappear but obviously luck was not on her side. "so what do you think of the college so far?" John asked as he began the drive back to their street. y/n looked out the window and replied “yhh i really like it actually. Everyone is so nice. '' John looked at her “good”

The rest of the car ride home was quiet only filled with the sound of raindrops hitting against the metal contraption that the pair sat in and soon enough john had pulled into his driveway.

“And we’re here” john smiled gently hitting his hands on the wheel.”thanks again John. I really appreciate it. I have to go. I've got a lot of work to do still” y/n climbed out the car and practically ran to her door. John stood in the driveway and watched as the girl entered her house. Even when she was out of view John still stood there watching in the pouring rain.

Eventually he made his way into his house, changed into comfy clothes and made a beeline to his chair where he continued to watch y/n. If only she knew that nets may work if it's light outside, but when it's dark out and the lights are on inside, it gives the world a perfect view. This had becomes Johns new favourite pastime. Watching the pretty girl across the street. John could see y/n walking up the stairs and go into her room where she began the routine of undressing and walking into the bathroom to shower. Its was John's favourite show really and knowing no one knew what he saw made him buzz with excitement. John had y/n routine memorised already. Come home, shower, tidy up, watch tv, eat and read. However this night the routine changed when there was a figure at her door. John stood up suddenly and watched as he saw y/n answer the door and suddenly smile. ‘Who was this? Why were they there? How dare they interrupt our time together!’ hundreds of questions and thoughts went through his head as he watched the two interact. As the mysterious figure came into the light, John felt the anger boil inside his chest once again and grabbed a glass from the table and threw it across the room smashing it against the wall.

The doorbell rang and y/n was confused. She never had visitors at this time or anytime honestly. She made her way to the door and opened it revealing a very wet Tom. “hi” he smiled “hi” she replied. “What are you doing her? Come in quickly before you catch pneumonia” she laughed dragging him in and taking his jacket to hang in the hall, the rain falling of it and creating a small puddle. The two walked into the living room and sat down. “Well, sometimes when it rains heavily the garden floods and i just wanted to check it was alright” tom scratched his neck and looked down. y/n laughed “ you're a terrible liar you know that right. What do you really want “ john looked down before looking her in the eyes again. “Well i wanted to actually ask you out. On a date. With me.” y/n smiled and walked forward placing a soft kiss on his cheek “i would love to. How about we watch a movie here? I have popcorn” tom nodded and the two began to make the preparations needed for the movie night to proceed. Soon enough the two were cuddled next to eachother as the film played, unbenounced to them that john was watching their every movement and planning to make things right once again.

Soon the pair were fast asleep, wrapped in a blanket to keep the cold air out and John saw his chance.

He slowly made his way over to the house and round the back to the patio doors where there was a clearer view of the couple on the sofa. The sight made john feel sick. She was his and his only. He grasped the handle with his gloved hand and it slid open. John walked in quietly making sure to close the door behind him. He looked around, the place just screamed y/n and he like it. All the little things she had collected throughout her life and all the pictures which held so many memories. John looked around carefully taking in every detail he could. He soon stopped when he heard a soft moan come from the pair. y/n moved in her sleep to get comfy again but didn’t wake up. John walked over to them quietly and looked over her sleeping form, bringing one of his fingers down to ghost over her body. Her hair was a mess over the pillow but somehow she still managed to look like one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. John could have stayed there looking at her forever but his mind was brought back to reality when his eyes scanned down to her waist. Tom’s hand hugged her waist as they slept and john's mission had become clear again. Pulling out a chloroform soaked cloth he held it over tom's face. There was no struggle as toms slumber was took even deeper and john was free to continue. John slowly and carefully picked tom up as if he weighed nothing and hoisted him over his shoulder making sure not to wake y/n up. slowly john mad his way back to the patio doors where he had come in and just like that john had disappeared into the darkness, taking y/ns chance at love with him. There was no trace that john was even there.

The morning sun beamed through the open curtains and the quiet morning was interrupted by the sound of y/n alarm, signalling her that it was time to wake up for college. Stretching, y/n sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As the memories of last night flooded back to her causing her to smile like a child in a candy shop. She looked around the room and was confused as to why she was alone. "tom?" she called out and was met with silence. She stood up and looked around the house but he was nowhere to be found. A little bit of sadness crept into her chest as she put two and two together. Y/n was not dumb. She knew when she wasn't wanted and it wasn't the first time she had been left. " see this is why I don't bother having a love life. They Are never interested" she said angrily to herself and stormed upstairs to get dressed. From today she was going to focus on her work and nothing was going to stop her.

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