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dumdumsun · 3 years

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And Dusk

A/N: Just a heads up, the sensitive content in this chapter will be marked "<<<<<<" as the beginning and ">>>>>>" to signify the end. The racial slurs used in this chapter were targeted towards African Americans (and still are) and I chose these because I, myself, am African American and used them as a sort of “default” for any POC readers. ⚠️Please, never use these towards anyone. Whether it be in a “joking” manner or not. They are hurtful and were created to be that way⚠️ I wrote this chapter the way I did to bring awareness. Proceed with caution. Much love ❤️

Warnings: ⚠️racial slurs⚠️, violence, mentions of guns and dying/death

Word Count: 3707

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Chapter 3: The Frankel Footage

Shaking himself out of his shock, Five stood from his seat and hurried after his brother, grabbing onto his arm and stopping his strides. “The hell is wrong with you, Luther? I just told you the world’s gonna end in ten days!”

“Yeah, well, you’re always saying that.” Luther nonchalantly spoke before moving away, but Five intervened yet again.

“And so far, I’ve been right.” He hissed as Luther sighed and shook his head.

“Look, you want to go save the world? Knock yourself out, alright? I already got a job.”

“Wait, you work in this shithole?” The boy furrowed his brows.

“Yeah. Well, my boss owns the place,” Luther only received a nod from his brother, so he clarified. “I’m his body man.”

But this only made Five even more confused. “What’s that? Like, a masseuse or something?”

“Okay, you can make fun all you want, but I take good care of Mr Ruby.”

“Wait, Ruby. The Jack Ruby? The gangster who shot Oswald.”

Despite Five’s concern, Luther proudly smiled a smug smile as he glanced over at his boss. “Yeah. The one and only.”

“Well, it finally happened,” Five sighed. “That gorilla DNA has finally taken over your mind-”

“Hey, watch it, alright? Jack’s a good friend-”

“And you’re Number One. Numero Uno. Remember?”

Luther clenched his jaw and shook his head. “There is no Number One. Not anymore. Not in 1963,” When Five stared at him in disbelief, Luther sighed again. “Look, I’ve been stranded here alone for a year. What did you expect?”

Five scoffed. “I get it, alright? You watched Pogo die, the world exploded, and I marooned your big dumb ass in time. I’m sorry, okay? But I’m asking for your help, Luther. The Umbrella Academy needs you.”

“It doesn’t need me,” He slowly spoke to draw out his words. “It never did.”

“Luther, honey,” The waitress from earlier approached the two. “Jack’s about to lose it on some half-wit. A little help?”

“Ah, shit,” He groaned and began walking away. When Five tried yet again to stop him, he whirled on him, his lips pulled into a thin line. “Listen. You’re the genius who said we should jump, right? You’re the one who got us stuck here. And you’re the one who brought Vanya. So, if there is a doomsday coming, she’s probably the cause. And if I was gonna do something about it, it sure as hell is not gonna be with you. That’s (Y/N)’s job, being dragged around into your messes-”

“I don’t drag her into anything.” Five swallowed, blinking rapidly.

“Yeah? Well, she wasn’t stuck as a thirteen-year-old and constantly worrying about her kids until you showed up. I’m surprised she isn’t sick of you yet.” And with that, he stomped away to his boss. This time, Five let him go, his words sending a pang through his chest as he thought back on it. Grabbing his drink, he sighed and shook his head.

“Dad should’ve left him on the moon…” He muttered, taking a sip of his drink before moving to leave his seat. When he felt his jacket snag on something, he looked down to see an object in his pocket. Taking out the tape, he frowned and turned it over.

Date: 11/22/63

Subject: FRANKEL FOOTAGE

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This world was unfamiliar to (Y/N). She knew she had to have been somewhere in America, but she didn’t know where. The cars, fashion and stores bringing the street she walked to life told her she had to have been in the sixties. But she didn’t want to believe it. Surely Five hadn’t time travelled that far? She had to have been dropped during some type of sixties-theme festival. But the voices suddenly beside her quickly prove her doubts wrong.

“What do we have here?”

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a lost little colored girl.”

Tensing, (Y/N) continued her way down the sidewalk, slightly speeding up her pace, but the men fell into step beside her with ease, flanking her sides.

“You’re on the wrong side of town, girl.”

“Yeah, we don’t like coons around here.” One of them hissed right in her ear. Her eyes welled up with tears before the other shoved her forward.

“Gon now, get!” He ordered as if she were a dog. She realized that’s how they had seen her. An animal. Nothing more. Tripping on a crack in the sidewalk, she fell to the ground, smacking her face on the concrete. She choked out a sob as the two men cackled. And to make matters even worse, she felt the pitter patter of raindrops start to freeze her skin.

(Y/N) gasped out in shock when the men spit two wads of saliva in her face. She knew she must’ve looked a mess with spit and tears sliding down her cheeks and blood oozing from her nose. She hiccupped on her sobs and began to stand, much too tired from her previous fight with Vanya and literally being dropped from the sky to successfully do so. The men backed her up against a wall and one fisted the front of her vest before a voice called out.

“Take your hands off of my child!” Whipping around, the men were half expecting to find another target, but (Y/N) coughed and sputtered nonsense upon the person her gaze fell upon.

“M-Mom…?”

Before her was Grace, but… she wasn’t robotic in any sense. She could tell by the raw anger etched into her features. She took a brave step forward. “I said. Take your hands. Off my child.”

And that was another thing: her accent. (Y/N) was immediately comforted by the stern southern accent the woman shared with her attackers. It was a voice she never thought she needed. The two looked between Grace and (Y/N) with smirks. “You mean this lil ol’ jigaboo-”

“Is my daughter. Now you let her go before I call the police.”

“Woman, I don’t care if you call the police-”

Grace took it upon herself to step closer and grab the child by her arms, yanking her into her warm embrace. (Y/N) immediately latched onto her, quivering in her hold. The men scoffed and shook their heads, beginning to walk away. “Make sure to keep that thing on a leash if you’re gonna have it out, ma’am.”

“Oh, fuck off.” She growled before turning and walking back in the direction the girl came from. As they walked past the alleyway, Grace took out a handkerchief and began wiping the girl’s face clean of what the raindrops hadn’t already washed away. “It’s alright, hun, they aren’t gonna hurt you anymore.”

“T-Thank you.” (Y/N) sobbed and gently held her nose in pain. Grace crouched in front of her and gently held her face in between her hands.

“Don’t thank me, darlin’, it’s how everyone should be treatin’ you ‘round here… Where are your parents? I could take you to ‘em.”

(Y/N) thought for a long moment, watching as the rain soaked Grace’s hair and clothing. The woman didn’t seem to mind as she watched the girl before her swallowing thickly. (Y/N) skimmed over her current choices. She didn’t have any choice.

“I don’t have parents. I-I don’t remember them…”

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“I’m tellin’ you, Reggie, she’s highly intelligent for a child her age.” Grace proudly presented (Y/N) to the man she had grown fond of over their time working together. (Y/N), however, was frozen in her spot. Sir Reginald Hargreeves. The man whose death she had wished upon for years, whose death had finally graced her existence, was back in her life. She flinched at the disapproving look on his face, much too acquainted with it by this point in her life. “And she’s very respectful. Talented, too, this girl can speak several languages.”

“You seem rather fond of this child.” The man observed as Grace squeezed her into her side.

“She’s my pride and joy.”

“And you cannot remember anything of your past, child?”

“N-No,” (Y/N) shook her head and stared down. “Not a lot. J-Just my name and birthday.”

Reginald hummed and stared her down with an unreadable expression. When she met his eyes again, he was crouched down to her level, his monocle clutched in his fist. “(Y/N), was it?”

“Yes.”

“It would be an honor to have your presence within my home, along with your mother.”

“O-Oh, that’s okay-”

“I insist. Besides, you have been living with her for almost half a year, correct? It is highly unlikely that she will share a home without you.”

“He’s right about that, hun,” (Y/N) glanced up at Grace, who was smiling warmly at her. “I’m not leavin’ you.”

(Y/N) could have cried.

And she did.

One year later, (Y/N) had been living quite the comfortable life with Grace and Reginald. She had been introduced to the ape, Pogo, for the second time since Grace first started working with him. As much as she loved being around the chimp, it brought back so many memories. She almost felt silly, looking after him sometimes knowing he had done the same for her in the original timeline.

Her relationship with Reginald was nothing she ever expected. He was gentle, well as gentle as Reginald Hargreeves could get, he cared for her, spoiled her, even. She wouldn’t have to ask for anything half the time. If he were to overhear a conversation between her and Grace about a dress she oh-so wanted, it would suddenly be laid out on her bed the next day. She usually had a say in dinner meals every Thursday and Sunday and Reginald listened intently whenever she would voice any discomfort or concerns with her living conditions. (Y/N) never had a real father, but she assumed this is what it was like to have one. She never wanted to let go of it.

For her birthday in 1963, she was surprised that he had actually gotten her a present. As she entered the parlor, she was met with the tiniest bark and an even tinier golden retriever, bounding up to her. She gasped and stopped low, letting him jump into her arms. She let him lick her face and giggled in the joy it brought her.

“Your mother said you would like it. Though I would never allow dogs in my house, I have come to understand that there are rules I must bend for you, my child.”

(Y/N) turned to her father. Yes, father. Reginald, also growing quite fond of their father-daughter bond formed between them, decided to adopt the girl. As much as his beliefs and his deep distaste for children protested. There was just something about this child. Or perhaps it was Grace’s insisting, reassuring him that he would make a wonderful father. (Y/N) was very hesitant at first for her own reasons she never shared, but eventually came around to the idea of being his daughter again.

This was the same Reginald Hargreeves who locked her in a dark room for five days straight, but also an entirely different man. Perhaps it was her fascination with the differences, or maybe she just wanted a real father for once.

“Thank you, Dad.” She softly smiled, the man nodding in response.

“But this is your pet, (Y/N). It is your responsibility. I will not find it in my study, in my bedroom, you are to train it yourself-”

“Can you-”

“And no, I will not help you pick out its name.”

The girl softly groaned and looked back down at her new puppy. Looking into its eyes, she smiled softly at a distant memory as a small child.

“Welcome to the family, Mr Pennycrumb.”

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(Y/N) groaned when she felt the sunbeams of the early morning sunrise hit her eyelids, coloring her black vision with the stinging fire of orange. Rolling onto her other side, she stretched her blanket over her head. They were yanked away the next second, causing a whine to leave her lips. “Mom… Five more minutes.”

“I let you sleep in long enough, hun, it’s time to get up. You have a date with Preston this afternoon.” Grace gently pulled her daughter to sit up, giggling quietly at her look of disgust.

“Preston? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously, let’s get goin’.” Grace patted her leg and walked to her door, waiting patiently. (Y/N) sighed and rubbed her face, letting her feet slide into her slippers. As they descended the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast, Reginald could hear his daughter’s sleepy complaining from his place at the table.

Setting his utensils down, he turned his head in their direction. “My child, how many times throughout each week must we have to repeat this conversation?”

“Until it starts making sense.” (Y/N) stepped into the dining room, now in her robe, and crossed her arms over her chest. Reginald sighed and stood from his chair at the table.

“You are one of my greatest accomplishments,” He began towards her. “There is no doubt in my mind that you would make a fine successor. I do not believe you will need a husband. In fact, you would be better off without another individual holding you back from what you are truly capable of.”

“But?” She raised a brow.

“But… I have grown to know you more than I expected… and I know that you would need someone to help manage your finances you inherit once I am gone. Preston is a fine young man who was born into this life, made into this life. He will take good care of you.”

(Y/N) knew there was only one person in this world who would truly take good care of her. But he wasn’t here, and she needed to play the part as the amnesiac adopted daughter, so she huffed and nodded. “Fine… I’ll go…”

“Thank you-”

“But only if Mr Pennycrumb can go, too.”

“Very well, but you will not be gifted another animal if you lose it.”

The outing wasn’t entirely bad. (Y/N) didn’t mind the picnic or the art museum, it was the company that made her blood boil. Preston is anything she would have expected out of him. This had been their seventh date, tenth of the ones he planned. (Y/N) sought out any opportunity she could to cancel on him to save herself from the unbearable three hours she would have to spend with the kid. He was arrogant, smug, selfish, narcissistic, and overbearing. Of course, this was not the Preston he presented to her parents. No, to them, Preston was ‘a fine man with a bright future ahead of him’, or as Grace would put it, ‘a delight to have around’. He laughed like a drunk, talked like a husband, and smelled like a man. All at the age of fifteen. (Y/N) had to remind herself on several occasions that she was mentally the older out of the two and to not stoop to his level when he got under her skin.

“Don’t you think, (Y/N)?” The voice brought her attention back to the boy beside her. She looked up from the grass they had been strolling through. When she hummed in question, he amusedly scoffed and side-step closer to her. “Never mind. I should have known you wouldn’t have been interested in politics.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” The girl raised a brow. At her confusion, he laughed and gently tapped the side of his head.

“You’ve always got that head of yours in the clouds. Or turned behind you- like right now.”

(Y/N) turned her head away from where she had been looking over her shoulder. “What? Sorry, Preston, I’m a little preoccupied today.”

“With what, exactly? You don’t seem to be the type of girl to have very many issues. Nothing to worry about.”

“And you wonder why I don’t listen to you.” She sighed as her puppy ran in between her legs, rolling in the grass once he was a few paces in front of them. Preston frowned in distaste and shook his head.

“You should really keep that thing on a leash, sweetheart.”

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, clenching her teeth as she folded her hands behind her back. “Really now?”

“Really. You know, I’m not very fond of dogs, so I’m not sure how it’ll work out once we’re married. I think we should get one after we have kids, you know? Just so the kids could grow up with it.”

(Y/N) quickly turned her head to the left, pointing out across the street. “Preston, would you look at that?”

“Look at what?” He gullibly looked in the direction, (Y/N) quickly checking the area before almost silently singing her tune. From her shadow, her clone formed and robotically walked behind the two. She quickly switched spots with it and ordered the clone to walk with Preston before scooping her puppy into her arms and rushing off in the opposite direction. Once she was behind a diner far away from their date location, she let out a sigh and gently patted her dog on the head.

“Were you sick of it, too?” She chuckled. Resting the back of her head against the brick wall she leaned on, she let out a slow breath and began to relax. The sound of guns cocking had her head snapping up so fast, she swore she could have dislocated it. Just down the end of the line of stores were three white-haired men, one in a milkman uniform, training their guns on her. (Y/N) didn’t waste a second tucking her dog in front of her and spinning around, charging down the opposite direction as bullets whizzed past her. She dodged them the best she could, jumping a few feet in the air at the ones that threatened to take their place in her feet. It was like a dance; the twisting, spinning and jumping, and she was to perform this dance until one of those bullets killed her if she didn’t find a way out soon. Sliding to the side of a clothing store for cover, she gently shushed her pet as she caught her breath.

The three sets of footsteps eventually found their destination and rounded the corner with skilled quickness, shooting at the girl until she was nothing more than a bloodied corpse on the ground, bullet holes lodged in almost every inch of her body. The three men nodded to each other and turned around, making their way out from behind the stores.

(Y/N) had already been down the street from her house by the time her attackers found the clone in her place. She couldn’t have been bothered to check herself for any wounds, too worried about Mr Pennycrumb’s potential bullet wounds. But the pup was perfectly, happily nuzzling into her arms and wagging his tail. This left (Y/N) to ponder.

Who the hell were those men?

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“Is it on?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know? There’s an ‘on’ button. Just- There’s something over- that jigga-ma-thing, whatever.”

“I hit the jigga-ma-thing!”

“Okay, well, just- Give it to me. I know how to do this.”

“Alright, here, here. Hurry up.”

“Okay, alright, let’s see…”

Lila didn’t look up from her task of painting poor Elliott’s toenails, his bindings he received after threatening the trio with a gun preventing him from moving too much. Which was beneficial to her, as it kept her from ruining the paint job. She softly smiled as she listened to the argument between the elderly couple on the film Five and Diego were intently watching. “They’re so cute,” She commented. “I love old couples. I’m always so proud of them for not murdering each other.”

Ignoring her, Diego turned to his brother from his seat on Elliott’s counter. “Why are we watching this?”

“Shush.” Five replied, eyes trained on the film before him, searching for any clue to the approaching apocalypse, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Yeah, I… I’m Dan Frankel. And…”

“I’m Edna Frankel.”

“...Edna Frankel. We are in Dallas, Texas, to see the president. Today’s date is November 22, 1963.”

Five nodded as everyone’s attention was brought to the projected screen before them.

“That’s six days from now.” Lila spoke as Elliott thrashed about more against his bindings. Diego sat forward in interest.

“Holy shit. This is it. The grassy knoll. Kennedy’s about to get shot. How do you have this?”

“Hazel died to get me this footage,” Five answered. “It must be the key to stopping doomsday.”

“Hazel…?” Diego frowned, remembering the man he spent hours searching for and planning to kill to avenge the death of Eudora Patch.

“Long story.”

“What’s doomsday?” Lila looked up at the boy.

“Longer story.”

“What exactly did he say to you?” Diego asked as Lila turned her head back to the film.

Five shrugged. “Well, he was killed before he could explain. But whatever he wanted us to see, it’s on this film.”

“This is very exciting.” The old man smiled before the sound of gunshots and screaming could be heard, the camera moving around in blurs due to the shock of the old woman filming.

“Oh, my god!”

“Oswald…” Diego whispered, setting his knife down as Five leaned in closer.

“The president!”

When the camera was steadied to record across the street, Five and Diego both stiffened in their spots at what their eyes caught. “Oh, no…” Five breathed and moved behind the projector, rewinding the film and scooting the cart backwards to zoom in closer. The room was silent as Diego stood to his feet and Five rounded the cart before standing beside his brother, directly in front of the film. “This can’t be…”

“Okay, you gonna fill me in now, boys?” Lila glanced between the two. “What the hell is this shit we’re watching?”

But she was ignored yet again.

“No, that’s impossible…”

“Clearly, it’s not.”

“What… What is it?” Elliott muffled past the gag in his mouth.

A beat of silence went by before the two Hargreeves whispered in unison,

“Dad.”

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lunnanunna · 4 years

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That’s What I’m Here For

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: Parker feels a bit homesick, and Sungjin steps in to help.

Warnings: slight swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @changbinnieslaugh @galacticstxrdust @kimonmars

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Parker followed her members as they entered the dorm. She kicked her shoes off then trudged to the kitchen. Silently, she grabbed a glass then grabbed some water. Reaching for a bag of chips that were in one of the cabinets, she took her little meal and disappeared into her room.

The rest of Day6 stood spread out through the living room and kitchen, as they watched their maknae retreat into her room. They looked at each other confused by the unusually quiet Aussie.

“Am I the only one that finds it weird that Parker’s literally been the quietest ever today?” Jae asked, looking at his members.

Sungjin nodded his head. “I was just thinking that.”

“Is she sick or something?” Wonpil asked quietly, staring at the closed door to Parker’s room.

“She hadn’t said anything,” Dowoon shrugged, as he made to take a step towards her room, but stopped, thinking twice about it.

“What is it, Dowoon?” Younghyun asked, looking at the drummer.

Dowoon stood staring down the hall as he thought about today's events. They had spent the day at the company rehearsing. For lunch they had gone out to eat at a restaurant a couple of blocks down from the company. The rest of the afternoon was spent practicing and fooling around.

Parker had taken a nap a couple of times when she got the chance, though they never lasted more than fifteen minutes. Dowoon didn’t think that was weird. The youngest was known for taking many short naps throughout the day, so that definitely wasn’t enough to worry him. Then he remembered.

“She got a phone call earlier, right?” Dowoon asked the others. They looked at each other and nodded.

“Yeah. I think it was her mom,” Younghyun said, remembering Parker answering her phone during practice and excusing herself as she stepped out.

“She did come back looking a bit bummed, but maybe I was just seeing things,” Jae said, going over to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

“No, I think you’re right,” Sungjin said, crossing his arms over his chest, then pointing at Jae, before bringing his finger to his chin, “She did look kind of down. I was going to ask, but then she smiled at me, shaking her head.”

“Which in Parker language is ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’” Younghyun added on to what the leader had said, nodding his head.

“Do you think she got into an argument with her mom?” Wonpil asked as he sat on the couch, folding his arms over the armrest to face the others.

“I don’t think so. Parker’s got a good relationship with her parents. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her argue with them,” Dowoon said, turning to look at Wonpil.

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen,” Jae said, taking a sip from his water.

“True, but I don’t think this is the case,” Dowoon said, shaking his head. He knew Parker the best out of all of them, and he knew that any argument that happened between her and her family was easily resolved. So that can’t be the reason why she was so quiet.

“Well there’s only one way to find out,” Younghyun said, back leaning up against the counter. The others gave him a question look. “We go and ask her?” Younghyun said as if it were obvious.

“Okay, well who’s gonna talk to her?” Jae asked, raising a brow at the younger.

“Leader or best friend. Choose your fighter,” Younghyun shrugged. Jae snorted, as both boys mentioned looked at each other.

“Either would be a good choice. Soojin trusts both of you,” Wonpil said, folding himself up on the couch like a cat.

“She trusts all of us,” Sungjin said, then looked at Jae, “Even Jae.”

“I know. I’m surprised too,” Jae said as he walked by the leader. He patted his shoulder then said before moving past him, “But I think you should go, Sung.” The leader nodded his head and looked at Dowoon as if looking for an approval.

“Go for it Hyung. I’ll try if you can’t get anything out of her,” Dowoon said smiling. Sungjin smiled back and wasted no time in starting his mission.

He stood by Parker’s door and knocked. “Soo? Can I come in?” Sungjin asked, looking at the others as they inched over to hear.

A muffled voice came from the other side, and Sungjin was pretty sure that that was a yes. He nodded his head at the others and rolled his eyes at Jae who saluted him, then opened the door and entered.

Entering Parker’s room, Sungjin adjusted his eyes to the dark and took a look around. Her room was a mess, with clothes lying on the ground and sneakers thrown at either side of the room. Her walls were covered in photographs of friends and family, posters of her favorite anime, Haikyu!!, LED lights, and her gaming setup.

Sungjin snorted. The only way to differentiate her room from any of the boys’ room were her bras that were poorly hidden under piles of clothes.

“You know that you do have drawers to put your clothes in, right?” the leader asked as he closed the door behind him and walked in. A groan came from somewhere under a mountain of blankets on her bed.

“What was that?” Sungjin smirked. The pile on the bed moved and Parker poked her head out. Her curls fell into her eyes and she blew air up to move them out of the way.

Laughing, Sungjin squatted down by her head and pushed her hair back. She looked at him cross-eyed due to how close he was to her. Leaning back he saw her two toned eyes straighten again.

“I said, you better not have come in here to just lecture me about cleanliness,” she said, glaring at the older.

Sungjin shook his head. “Not today,” he smiled, then nudged her over. Parker rolled her eyes, but scooted towards the wall, making room for him.

“What’s up?” Parker asked, laying on her back and looking at the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling, that she actually took the time to set up in actual constellations (She missed being able to see the stars every night since moving to Seoul, so she made her own night sky.)

“Actually, that’s my line,” Sungjin said as he too, laid on his back. He looked at the stickers, trying to connect the stars that made up Parker’s favorite constellation, Ursa Major.

Parker turned to look at him, and smiled at the look of concentration on his face. She took his arm, moving his fingers around so he was pointing, then guided it to each point in Ursa Major.

Once he saw it he smiled. “Thanks,” he laughed, turning to face her. Parker turned towards him as well. “So,” he started off quietly, “You wanna tell me what’s got you in this weird funk?”

Parker scrunched up her nose, then laughed. “I’m not in a weird funk,” she shook her head.

“Well ever since your phone call with Mama Lee,” Sungjin said as Parker smiled (That’s what the boys called Parker’s mom. She thought it was cute.) “You’ve been quiet. And I know that maybe we should take advantage of this moment, but the boys and I miss our noise machine,” Sungjin smiled as Parker started to giggle.

“Yeah?” Parker asked, biting her bottom lip as she smiled.

“For sure,” Sungjin nodded with a serious face. He turned on his side to face Parker, hand propped up to support his head. Parker mimicked his position. “So what’s up?”

Parker shrugged. She knew she could tell Sungjin, hell she could tell any of the boys, including Jae, and she knew they wouldn’t laugh. But she still felt kind of silly.

“I don’t know. I guess just hearing my mom’s voice made me realize just how much I miss home,” Parker started off then added quickly as she looked at her leader, “I’m not at all saying that I don’t see this as home. I do. I promise.”

“Don’t worry, Soo. I get it. You miss your parents and your home back in Australia. It’s understandable. You and Jae are the ones who see your families the least. Of course you’re gonna miss them,” the guitarist said lying on his back again. He motioned for Parker, and she smiled as she moved to rest her head on his chest.

“I know. And normally I can deal with the feels, ya know, but sometimes it’s just too much. Like Mom didn’t even say anything special. It was the typical check up and ‘We miss you’, but I felt more sad this time,” Parker spoke into his chest, closing her eyes.

“I totally get that. And I’m sorry that it’s harder for you to see them. I know how close you are with them.” He gave her a squeeze. “But remember that we’re here for you. You can come to us,” Sungjin said. Parker looked up at him and smiled, and he did too.

“Thanks, Oppa. Believe it or not, I’m already feeling better,” Parker sighed as she rested her head back on his chest. She didn’t know how he did it, but Parker always felt better after a talk with Sungjin. It was weird, because she never pegged him as the emotional type, and while he never showed much of his, he was somehow always good at helping her with her emotions.

“That’s what I’m here for, Soo,” he smiled, running his hand through her hair. After a beat of silence, he spoke up again.

“You should really clean up your room.” He laughed as Parker groaned.

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - Maple syrup dreams

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 21 | Part 22 Maple syrup dreams | Part 23 >

Disclaimer: Just fluff

Author’s note: Do you know what I just can’t get enough of? Whenever I’m writing my fanfics I keep Tumblr open in the background and there’s nothing more fun than seeing you, the reader, pop up in my notifications every few minutes or so, liking yet another chapter of a long fic. At some point I even know when you’re having a tea break, or taking a moment to make yourself some food. It makes me, as a writer, feel all gooey with happiness (and I quietly enjoy the fun along with you whenever you’re reading my works, my mind bringing me back to when I was writing that particular chapter you just liked). Ugh! I’m such a sap today! I love you darling readers! ❤️

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Dear readers,

I am writing this blog from a far, far away place. My fingers a bit numb from the everlasting cold, the taste on my tongue remembering I had far too much Maple Syrup Taffy and my everyday schedule suddenly consisting off shoving snow and rubbing down snowy dog paws.

Me and chocolate cake are in Canada, where we’ll be for the next 2 months as he’s working on a movie here. A movie? Chocolate cake? Hold on, you may think. Tell me more about this mysterious chocolate cake that you seem to be getting serious with! Well dear readers, though many of you know by now whom my lovely chocolate cake is, I’d still like to keep our privacy a little while longer. So let us just say; talk, dark, handsome and a very practical human heater when sleeping together. Especially when you are staying in this freakishly cold country and the actual heater is broken.

Today I’ll be visiting the movie set for the first time, and thereby a part of a new life starts that may have seemed totally ridiculous had you told me I’d be here a few months ago. But alas(ka), here we go!

Ali

‘Morning love.’ Henry chuckled, watching me shuffle through the tiny hallway of the trailer, my body clad in probably every sweater and wool sock I could find. ‘Hmmpff..’ I grumbled, plopping down beside him on the small bench in the kitchen nook.

It felt a bit like my student days. Living on each others lip, this shared living space no bigger than some 24m2, the heating unit broken and the food..well..not great.

‘Need me to warm you up?’ He smiled, gesturing me to scoot over to his lap. Silently nodding I moved up to him, feeling his arms snake around me and pull me snug against his broad and warm chest. ‘Ungh..how can you only wear one sweater and not be cold?’

Henry laughed. ‘It’s called 4000 kcal a day intake and lots of exercising.’ He kissed my cold cheek, his slight stubble scratching my skin. I sniffled and shook my head. ‘Does not sound like my cup of tea.’ - ‘Doesn’t have to be. I’ll keep you warm.’ He hummed, pushing a warm hand beneath my layers of sweaters. ‘Besides, the maintenance team is going to check on that heater this afternoon, so with a little luck we get home tonight to a nice and warm trailer.’ - ‘Goooood.’ I hummed, then squealed, feeling him tickle my skin ever so slightly. ‘Very good.’ He smiled, sniffing my hair before placing a kiss atop my head.

‘Hmm..In case I haven’t mentioned it, I’m so glad to have you here.’ He whispered, nuzzling my hair some more. I chuckled. ‘Oh you only mentioned it about a hundred times or so.’ I leaned back a little so I could turn my face towards his, our noses touching.

He was SO warm.

‘I wouldn’t miss this for the world.’ I murmured, laying a pillowy kiss on his lips. ‘Besides I got some small tasks to help the team out with today, so I don’t have to wait for you to come home like the good housewife I am.’ I winked, making him snicker. ‘Very good wifey.’ - ‘I mean, I’m no wife..but..you know..housegirlfriend sounds weird.’ I shrugged, turning to steal a sip of coffee from his large mug and thereby missing the loving glint in his eyes.

He watched me for a few more long moments, enjoying his coffee and staring into the abyss of 6 AM nothingness, Kal still snoring quietly on his dog bed. He didn’t want to ruin the moment as it was, but there sure was a whole lot going on in his head.

I was his first girlfriend to join him for such a long movie shoot. And for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel so very alone. Didn’t feel like it was just another fleeting moment of a good life. This was going to last. He would make sure it would.

‘Oh are you going to finish that.’ I pointed at a leftover bite of his breakfast toast. He laughed aloud. ‘Go ahead. And, I’ll make myself a mental note to make double the amount of breakfast tomorrow.’

I blushed slightly as I felt his gaze on me, chewing that bit of toast. ‘Sowwyy.’ I gulped, quickly swallowing the toast. ‘You really don’t have to..-‘ - ‘No please Ali. You travelled half the world just to be here with me. The least I can do is make you breakfast while you wrap yourself in not one, not two..but THREE of my sweaters.’

My blush became even more fierce when I felt his chest rumble with mirth.

‘Mwu..they’re just really nice sweaters.’ I mumbled, pouting at him. ‘Hahah. Oh Ali-bear. I have missed you so.’

Ali-bear? I raised an eyebrow at him as my blush slowly faded. ‘Ali-bear?’ I asked with mild confusion. ‘Yes, since you call me Henry-bear and you ARE part of the bear pack now.’ He winked, nodding at Kal who was blinking open his eyes, the large Akita stretching out his paws with mild exaggeration. We both laughed. ‘A-ha..so I’m a bear now, too?’ I looked at him and he shrugged innocently, making me laugh even harder. ‘Oh Henry..you are un-BEAR-able.’

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The days on set were crazy long, crazy cold, but also crazy fun. After a week or so I got into a routine of helping for a few hours on set - moving and cleaning props, cooking meals with the cook, walking Kal -, followed by a few hours of working on my upcoming book and help out the Jersey Gazette with editing articles.

My life in Jersey felt like lightyears away, but I didn’t miss it as much as I had anticipated. All I really needed was Henry, silly as it seemed. Be it because we were crazy in love, or because we really had found great soulmates in one another. Even on 14 hour workdays we’d find the time to be there for each other, making life in general really rather pleasant.

Did I have a good idea for one of my stories? I’d pitch it to Henry. Henry needed to practise some new lines? I’d play his villanous counterpart. Did either one of us feel a little on edge? We’d have a quickie in the trailer.

Yes, life was good.

—

‘Hi mom..hello?..Mom? Can you hear me?’ The line crackled and my mom’s voice distorted in a wild flurry of screeches and blurred speech. ‘Let’s try again.’ I ended the call and waited for her to call me in turn, this time the line thankfully much more stable.

‘Oh! There we go!’ Mom exclaimed, hearing me giggle. ‘Hello Ali dear. Oh baby we miss you soooo!’

‘Hi mom. Miss you too! How’s everything at home?’

‘Quite exciting times over here..we finally adopted a dog! A four year old poodle mix, named Cookie. And she’s a lovely gal. Chewing on some shoelaces as we speak hahaha.’ - ‘Quite lovely indeed haha. So you truly miss me THAT much, hmm? Empty nest?’ - ‘Terribly. So how’s everything over there? Are you okay? Eating enough vegetables?’

Moms will be moms.

‘Yes mom haha. Plenty of vegetables. And I exercise everyday because it is crazy cold and there’s practically no other way to get warm..-‘ - ‘The things you do for love, hmm? I remember you experiencing your first snow. How you immediately ran back inside, not liking it one bit. And now you are living in meters of snow!’

‘Yes. The things we do for love.’ I heard the trailer door open behind me and looked over my shoulder, seeing two snowy bears enter, bringing with them a gust of icy cold air.

‘Close it..close IT!’ I exclaimed, waving at the door when Henry let it open, his arm filled with a number of plastic bags. Smiling, his nose also slightly red with cold, he bumped the door closed with his buttocks, Kal taking the moment to shake off the remains of snow in his fur and launching it at the both of us.

‘KALL!!’ I warned, the akita panting at me happily, acting as if he didn’t do anything wrong.

‘Shall I call back later dear? Sounds like you have some men to take care of.’ My mom’s voice sounded in my ear and I slowly nodded, my eyes tracking to Henry as he zipped out of his jacket and started rubbing Kal down with a towel, the dog continuing to circle away from him, thinking it was playtime.

‘Yea..call you back mom. Looks like Henry could use some help haha. Have fun with Cookie and send pictures!! Love you. Give dad a hug from me.’ - ‘I shall my dear. Kisses back!’ And that was the end of the call.

I quickly stood up and helped Henry dry off Kal, our smiles growing as the dog started to bounce up, licking our faces. ‘Who’s a good boy?!’ I cooed, rubbing him behind the ears, squatting down and allowing the dog to lean into me, going in for a big bear hug. The dog was more than glad to get all this attention, his head ducking down and pressing into my chest, eager to get even more pets. I laughed and looked up at Henry, seeing him get up and moving back to the bags that were now on the small kitchen counter, his hands digging through the contents

‘Whatcha got..-?’ - ‘Close your eyes!’ He stopped me mid sentence, looking over his shoulder with a mischievous glint in his ocean blues. ‘Ohhhkay..’ I said, slightly unsure, settling down so Kal couldn’t topple me over, the large Akita folding his large paws over my lap and also looking at Henry.

What was he up to? With a slow breath I closed my eyes, my hand continuing to trace languid circles through his fur. And then I felt something being pushed down on my head. Warm, soft. REALLY soft. A..hat? I wished to open my eyes but Henry clicked his tongue in warning, now picking up my hands and slipping them carefully in what probably were two mittens. My lips curled up in a smile, and I turned my head up expectantly.

‘Can I look now..?’ I asked quietly. Henry chuckled. ‘Almost.’

Then I felt something shift beneath my hands, Kal sitting up slightly.

‘Okay, now you can look.’

I opened my eyes and first saw Kal, wearing the cutest purplish blue knit scarf, and then the mittens on my hands. Also knit, but with a teddy-like material inside to keep my fingers nice and toasty. Reaching for my head I could feel a hat there. ‘With bear ears.’ Henry sniffled, nodding. ‘I know you don’t want me to get you presents. But it’s a bit of a special day.’

‘Special..day..?’ I quirked up an eyebrow, then smiled feeling the two small bear ears on my head. Slowly I lowered my hands again and gave Henry a studious look. ‘Special day.’ Henry smiled, sitting down beside me and Kal, his eyes glittering.

‘Did I ..miss..something?’ I gave him a suspicious look.

Henry chuckled. ‘Perhaps a calendar.’ He reached for my mittens and pulled me to his chest, noses nearly touching. ‘Happy half year anniversary sweet little icicle of mine.’ He said with a smile in his voice, his lips trying to brush against mine, but failing as I gasped in horror. ‘OOOH…I FORGOT.’

Henry laughed all the harder, shoulders shaking and Kal shifting so he could lean into the both us, head squeezed in between our chests. ‘That’s quite alright. Now c’mhere.’ He snickered, pulling my embarrassed face to his, our lips finally melting together.

And how hot and cozy that moment was.

Nothing big and outrageous. No hours of driving just to get to some half decent restaurant. It was just Henry, me and Kal. The three of us enjoying a first home cooked dinner in weeks whilst laughing at the extra warm clothes Henry had gotten me - he could not stand it seeing his girl be cold, and though he loved sharing his sweaters..he did need some of them for his own use too, especially when we went out for our morning runs.

It was sweet, thoughtful, simple and much of what I expected of true love. A maintenance kind of love.

And from here on any next steps in our relationship didn’t seem so scary. I had not even given the whole donorship thing a second glance since we had arrived in Canada. This? This might very well be it, you know?

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starlit-serenade · 4 years

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Along the Red Thread | Chapter 1

🧣 Summary: It is said that a red thread connects people who are soulmates and destined to be lovers, regardless of place and circumstances. What makes this difficult is that you stopped believing in love a long time ago. OR. You go to Korea to visit your father after several years. There, a mysterious red thread that seemingly only you can see shows up when you least expect it, and you meet a childhood friend you’d never thought you would see again.

🧣 Chapter 1: 1,991 words

🧣 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju/Xion; a couple of OCs;

🧣 Rated: T / Warnings: Mentions of divorce (Y/N’s parents); Mentions of abuse (physical); Instances of abuse (non-physical); Mentions of child abuse; Swearing / Genre: Angst; Fluff; Soulmate!AU (Red Thread of Fate); ChildhoodBestFriends!AU; Happy Ending;

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You see your father waiting at the entrance of the airport as you exit baggage claim. You haven't seen him in a long time, especially not alone, but he looks almost the same as he did when he moved here to Korea with his wife, who now stands beside him, waiting for you. She looks to be almost half your father's age, but you don't say anything.

Several years ago, two years before you entered high school, your parents divorced, and later your dad moved to South Korea with his Korean wife. Since then, he would visit your home once a year, for a week at a time on your birthday. But you've never been to Korea before now.

You had a friend when you were younger who was from Korea. But a year after your parents split, he moved back home to Korea. You fell out of contact soon after, but you often wonder how he's doing.

You approach your father. Your height difference has changed significantly since you last saw him. You're now much closer to his height than you were before. His wife, a Korean woman you met once when he introduced you so many years ago, before he moved to Korea. You don't remember her name very clearly. It started with an S, maybe? Or a J? Something like that. Her black hair is cut in a short bob, and her smile is soft, almost insincere. A little boy you didn't notice stands beside her, looking up at you curiously.

"Hi, Y/N," your father says, giving you a hug. You return it, uncomfortably, and then pull away. You smile in an attempt to placebo yourself into feeling more comfortable, but it doesn't work. "How was your flight?"

"Fine," you say. "A bit bumpy, but not too bad.

"Have you met my wife?" he asks, placing his hand on his wife's back. You shake your head.

"Hello, I'm Sooyeon," your step-mother says. She shakes your hand, then directs your attention to the little boy beside her, who is now hiding behind his mother's legs. "And this is Sunho."

You bend down to Sunho's face level, in sort of an uncomfortable squat. "Hello," you say, your voice softer. He waves with his tiny hand.

"How old are you?" you ask. His mother, Sooyeon, translates to him. He must not speak English. Or maybe he just isn't fluent. Sunho raises his hands up to you, showing five fingers on one hand and his thumb on the other.

"Oh, six?"

"Yes, he's six years old."

You nod. Sunho smiles at you proudly, and he smiles back, still hiding behind the cloth of his mom's skirt.

"He's shy," Sooyeon explains.

Your father directs you out of the airport to his car. You sit in the back with your half brother, Sunho, while your dad and step-mother sit in the front and passenger seats. The ride to their apartment is quiet except for Sunho, who giggles as you make silly faces at him. At the same time, you watch the buildings zip past.

You haven't seen your father in about a year, but he's barely spoken to you since you've arrived, other than introducing you to his wife. You don't know if you should be surprised.

You reach the apartment, and your father helps bring your stuff inside. He shows you to your room. It's empty, and blinding white, as if they just had it cleaned this morning. You walk over to the bed to stand in the center of the room. It feels so empty and plain and large, compared to your small room at your home.

"Y/Nah," your dad says from the doorway. You turn to him, slightly startled by his voice. You've been here in Korea for a few hours and you still aren't used to his voice yet. "Sooyeon is going to have dinner ready in about half an hour. Does that sound good?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Y/N . . ." You look up at your father questioningly. "I'm happy to see you."

You nod, unsure of whether you feel the same way. There are reasons you live with your mom full time and only see your father once a year.

Your father closes the door as he leaves you alone to take in the room on your own. You set your bag aside and open the closet to find it empty. Since you'll be here for two months, you are expected to use the room as you wish. You don't have enough clothes to fill the closet yet in your suitcase, but you wouldn't be surprised if you collect additional clothes during this trip.

You put away all of your things, hanging up your jacket and putting away your shirts and pants. You stare at the bed. It's so clean that you almost don't want to lie down. But you're tired from the plane ride and the emotional exhaustion of meeting your father for the first time in forever. But also, Sooyeon is making dinner for the four of you, so you can't sleep, because that would both be rude to her and would also mess up your sleep schedule for the next two months.

With somewhere between ten and twenty minutes left before dinner--you haven't been keeping track--you decide to sit down on your bed and scroll through the internet and think.

You think about how you used to come to school and tell your friend, the Korean kid--gosh, you wish you could remember his name, he was so nice, but it was so long ago--about what happened at home the day before. You would tell him about how you couldn't sleep because your parents were screaming at each other again, or you would tell him about how your father hurt you or locked you in the basement as a punishment.

You sigh. Aren't parents supposed to be the adults you look up to? The ones who you learn from? Aren't parents supposed to be an example of a healthy relationship? But instead, all you saw and heard was screaming and violence. You grew up being afraid of your own safety, and wondering if watching your mother being hit or threatened was normal.

You frown. The more of that you saw, the more and more you gave up on the idea of a relationship. It was what love was supposed to be--doors slamming, screaming every night--you didn't want it.

Why did you want to come here and spend two months in Korea with your father again?

Right. You wanted to try to mend your relationship with him. Why? Because he wanted you to. And you knew that, if it didn't end up working out, you are now old enough to get a room at a hotel to stay safe if needed.

You sigh. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you should go back home and--

"Y/N?"

You look at the door. Sooyeon, your step-mother, has opened the door just enough to poke her head inside the room. You must have been so deep in your thoughts to not hear her open the door.

"Yes?" you say, your voice light as you pretend to be happy and excited to be here and see her.

"Dinner is ready," she says.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Sooyeon. I'll be there in a minute."

"Of course. And please, call me Eomma," she says, smiling widely. You nod, though you aren't very comfortable with calling her the Korean word for mom. You already have a mom who raised you alone for the past six years. Why would you call this woman who you barely know cmom" when you don't see her as that? When you already have a mom that raised you alone? You'd rather call her Miss. Sooyeon.

"Thank you, Eomma," you say anyway. You're afraid that, if your dad finds out you're being disrespectful or disobedient, you'll get in trouble.

She disappears from the doorway, closing the door as she leaves, and you sigh. You're already so emotionally drained by being here, and you still have two months left.

You swing your legs off of the bed and stand up. All you have to do is get through dinner and then you can go to bed and sleep. Maybe in the morning, you'll feel better about being here.

You walk over to the dining room. Your father is sitting at the table, which has been set with table mats, plates and silverware. Sooyeon stands next to him, and Sunho sits across from him. He smiles at the sight of you and points to you. Your father and Sooyeon both look at you at the same time. They both smile widely, but their smiles don't make you feel comfortable. So you just smile at Sunho instead and sit next to your father while Sooyeon sits next to Sunho.

"So Y/N," Sooyeon says, halfway through the meal. "What do you like to do?"

You blink. How do you answer that? You don't know this woman. You don't know if she's genuinely asking because she's genuinely curious, or if she wants information for something, or if she's going to judge you and criticize you, or if--

You shake yourself. These are your trust issues speaking. Maybe you should just answer her like a normal person without trust issues would.

"I listen to music. And I play some video games. I read and draw a lot. I just finished my freshman year of college, so it's difficult to focus on my hobbies as much as usual," you say, sipping from your glass of water.

"Oh? What kind of music do you listen to?"

You squirm in your chair. All of these questions being shot at you are starting to feel like an interrogation, and it makes you feel anxious.

"I, uh, listen to many types of music," you stutter, your voice quiet from the internal stress.

"Y/Nah, don't mumble," your dad scolds loudly from next to you, causing you to jump in your chair. You're still not used to his voice, and him scolding you for the first time in years isn't helping at all.

"Sorry, dad," you mumble, ducking your head.

"Answer your Eomma's question," your dad says, leaning toward you, and you wince at him speaking so close to you. His voice is loud, demanding, and booming. The same that you remember, back when he would shut you in the garage or closet when you were twelve.

You take a deep breath.

"I listen to many types of music. Not a specific type, really." You can feel two pairs of eyes on you. Your father and Sooyeon are staring at you, while Sunho just continues eating. "Eomma," you add. Your father leans back in his chair, and you wish you could feel that relaxed.

You had expected that he might have changed in the past seven years. You'd hoped he'd become less violent and scary.

It seems he hasn't.

He's almost the same as you remember.

Loud, angry and intimidating. His presence demeaning power and attention from the rest of the room.

"You're in college, right?" Sooyeon asks.

"Yes," you confirm.. "I just finished my first year."

"And how was your first year of college?" she asks.

"Fine."

She nods, and doesn't ask anymore questions. You wonder if you made it clear enough that this is a topic you aren't interested in talking about with her.

You finish your dinner in silence. Your father allows you to wash your dishes before you head to your room to say goodnight.

You sit on your bed, considering the past few hours you've spent here in Korea. It's not bad. The city is nice. The bed is comfortable.

But none of that really erases the memories of your parents screaming through the walls, the fear and pain you endured for several years and the loneliness you endured for several more years.

Really, you're not here for fun. You're here to mend a broken relationship that you're not even sure is worth salvaging.

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It was Ainsley’s 12th birthday party, other young girls at her school adored making tea parties, dressing up as their favorite princesses and doing karaoke nights.

But Ainsley had different plans for them. They were doing Paintball.

‘Darling are you sure you still want your birthday to be spent bathing in... mud and dirt? ‘ Jessica pulled a face of disgust while looking to convince her little girl to cancel all this circus. ‘I can tell Adolpho to drive us back to the house and we could make the best party you could imagine sweetie, no need to make a show’

‘Mom!! I told you this is what I wanted! I’m not turning back now.” she was bursting with energy now, too suffocating even for her older brother who wasn’t very keen on being hit in different places with colorful balls.

“Alright, alright darling, as you wish but we’ll see who’s right in the end”, she took a sip of vodka from her flask and put it back in her Mouawad purse. this wasn’t going to be her day.

when they arrived at the field, the rest of the mothers were gossiping while waiting for the Whitly’s. Ainsley reunited with her friends and began putting the paintball gear on, She always tried to include Malcolm in her activities, even if he was the only boy, she knew he didn’t have many friends aside from Gil? and that kid Vijay Chandasara, so she made everything to make him feel like he could still belong.

“You all had a proper meal before coming here, girls?” Jessica uttered, to get a bunch of head tilts of agreement, excitement already filling the air. Unlike for Malcolm, who that morning wasn’t able to touch his food or get at least a small bite at lunch. He rubbed the comment off pretending as if he hadn’t been able to hear it.

he was going to be fine though, he was used to this right? what could possibly go wrong?

He was in fact very wrong.

The girls and Malcolm entered the paintball field, the sun was at its peak making the place extremely hot, and the gear was making them all feel even more sweaty underneath.

The employee explained the rules and sent them off to their specific positions, they were divided into teams, Ainsley and Malcolm against each other. Because of course as any respected sibling, they had to show off who was the best at everything. This wasn’t just some silly game or entertainment, this was war.

They began shooting balls in every direction, realizing how bad their ‘rich people hands’ were at this game, having actually never played before. some of the girls screaming uncontrollably and laughing hysterically, despite the number of hits to the knees, arms, and tights it was still a very cathartic experience. Even Malcolm had to admit he was actually enjoying the aggressivity.

They kept moving from field to field, with sun still peaking hot, the girls still with a lot of energy left to play, but Malcolm was feeling weary now, his walking clumsy almost as if were to pass out at any moment. maybe doing this without having anything to eat before hadn’t been the most intelligent thing to do.

‘You ok bro?’ Ainsley had noticed he had been quieter as they passed each field, he looked exhausted now. ‘You seem a little pale’ she was going to put an arm on his shoulder but he rubbed it off. ‘Yeah, I'm fine! totally fine just a bit woozy, but I can still play” Ainsley accepted his excuse and went back to her position.

They played and hit each other repetitively, having Ainsley’s team as the winner of this round, there was still a field left which would define who’s team was going to be the winner. “Alright kids we can have a break, recover some energy,” the employee said.

Malcolm was getting paler now, his eyes drowsy, vision turning black on the surfaces, he could feel his heart rate declining, so he sat down in the floor, ‘Come on, bro ill take you out, you don’t look so good’ Ainsley took his arm for support and raise him on his feet, ‘I said I was fine Ains! seriously, it’s just a bit hot here” his eyelids closed and he fell back to the ground, one of the field’s containers falling too close to actually crush him, Ainsley grabbed him fast from one arm, pushing the container away from falling where his brother was now laying in the ground.

‘MALCOLM oh my god, Malcolm!’ She was panicking now at the sight of his brother not responding, he had passed out, him being so stubborn as always. The rest of the girls rushed in to form a circle around him. Ainsley began to frantically look for a pulse, Malcolm had taught her about how the artery in your neck which name she had forgotten about could tell you if the person was still alive, she began putting her two fingers picking at his neck for a place where it pulsated. “Come on, come on, Malcolm please wake up!” she found it and a wave of relief filled her, but he was still not waking up.

The employee came rushing and told one of the girls to take a piece of paper or anything to give enough air. He told Ainsley to grab his feet and put them high up and keep them there for a while, this would help the blood return to the brain apparently.

Malcolm’s eyes began opening slowly, all he could see were bits of black dots around his vision and a lot of concerned and terrified faces of 12-year-old girls.

‘Why am I on the floor?” he was still feeling a bit dizzy but he could not remember why after he was walking out of the field with Ainsley he was now laying on the mud. “Malcolm holy... Don’t scare me like that ever again!’

He was still confused at the whole scene, did he pass out? “You gave us a huge fright there boy, I think we can leave the game over here for now,” the employee said while looking at him laying on the ground. the circle of people already dissipating.

After a while, they helped him back on his feet Ainsley grabbing tightly at his arm to avoid another fall and a bottle of water in hand, with her friends gossiping about how the day had been actually pretty thrilling,

despite the faints, the ugly bruises, and terrible aim.

#prodigal son #ainsley whitly #Jessica whitly #malcolm bright #writing prompt ps

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wedreamerz · 4 years

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I've had this AU Spiderfrost in my head so long I thought I'd throw the prologue out here... as a teaser...maybe the first chapter... and see if anyone wants me to continue... No underage stuff. But eventual relationship/explicit.

Post IW - After Loki saves Tony's life they become best friends. Before Tony leaves to save the world he asks Loki to keep an eye out for Peter if anything happens to him.

In the aftermath of Tony's death, Loki becomes Peter's unseen guardian, friend and eventual lover. Soonafter, a gift they receive the Ancient One makes Loki believe there's more to the relationship than Tony's machinations.

Thinking of calling it As The World Falls Down.

"It's the boy. Peter. You do this for him."

~~~~♡

"It's the boy. Peter. You do this for him."

Tony considered Loki’s question as he swirled the whiskey in his glass, questioning his motivation for the millionth time.

"And the friends we lost," Tony shrugged. "But yeah. Peter was…" Tony sighed and smiled to himself. "Peter was an amazing human being, Lokes. So fucking smart. He had so much potential. And it just blew away in the wind. I feel responsible for that."

Tony closed his eyes to the sting of tears, breathed deep and let the song of the insects and nightbirds calm him. It was so dark down by the lake. Nothing like the bright lights of New York City. But he'd found contentment here, happiness in the wake of such devastating loss.

Out of the ashes, he and Pepper had managed to build something so perfect. Nothing he had ever created would live up to the perfect little life they were raising. Morgan was brilliant and beautiful, everything he never thought he'd have. Everything he didn't deserve. When his friends had come to him for help, he'd turned them away, sent them packing. How could he risk everything he'd found in the little slice of Heaven they'd carved out for themselves?

But Peter's face, his smile, and the memories they'd conjured. They had inspired him. Could he really raise his daughter in a world in which Peter Parker wasn't there to help with her homework or teach her about Star Wars? And then he’d seen the photo of him and Peter holding that Stark Industries certificate, held upside down. They’d had such a good time at that photoshoot, done for the sole excuse of having an official picture for May. Tony couldn’t remember who had flipped the certificate. But that had been the key to key to everything.

Tony looked at Loki over the rim of his glass. Loki sat with his back to the house and the porchlight shone around his head like a halo. He sipped his own drink, a wine that he’d found in town and prefered to Tony’s whiskey. Loki - his once upon a time enemy, turned saviour, turned friend. Tony wouldn't be alive if Loki hadn't saved them from that ship. Now he needed help again and there wasn't anyone on the planet he trusted more to do this job.

"Ask it," Loki said softly, crossing his long legs at the ankles, one eyebrow raised in query. "Ask me anything, Tony Stark."

Tony heaved a breath. I need you here while I'm gone," he said, finally. “I have no idea what sort of Pandora's box we'll open with time travel. I need you here with them in case a fight comes to this door."

Loki pressed his lips together and nodded. "You know I will protect them with my life. But there's more. I can feel it."

Tony smiled and took a sip of his drink. “You know me too well,” he said. “Alright, look, if this goes sideways, if I...if I don't come back...I need you to watch out for Peter. I need you to make sure he's okay. Sometimes...sometimes he'll need you to kick him in the ass and remind him he's not responsible for all the evil in the world...that he can't save everyone. But…" Tony took a shuddering breath, eyes hot with unshed tears. "Mainly just...be there. Pepper's gonna have her hands full with Morgan and Peter...he's gonna want answers. He’s gonna need someone to tell him that whatever happened...wasn’t his fault. Because that’s exactly what he’s gonna think. And he's gonna need someone to help him out with the super hero gig."

Loki didn't argue or try to tell Tony he was being silly - of course he would make it. Loki merely smiled and took Tony's hand.

"It will be my privilege to know him," Loki said.

And that was why they’d become so close. Because Loki was a realist. He saw things like they were and not how he wanted them to be. Would he fight against it? Of course. But for being the God of Mischief, the God of Lies - Loki did not blow smoke. He called Tony on his bullshit and if things were going to shit he didn’t waste time telling you everything was fine. He just found a way to help in the most unexpected, sometimes illegal and morally sketchy ways.

Tony nodded, relieved. The knot of anxiety in his gut unraveled just the slightest bit. He sighed and stared across the lake, Loki's comforting presence beside him.

"Do TRY not to die though," Loki said dryly before taking a sip of his drink.

Tony chuckled. "You know better than anyone how the best laid plans can get away from you."

"Daddy?"

Tony wiped his face and turned to find Morgan, feet bare and in her nightgown. Pepper stood behind her, with that guarded smile. That smile Tony remembered from before. She knew that Tony planned to leave in the morning and she was afraid.

"Morgan wanted to say goodnight to Uncle Lolo," Pepper said, holding Tony’s gaze.

Morgan climbed into Tony's lap and hugged him. "Mom said if I go to bed now you'll make pancakes tomorrow for breakfast."

"Did she now? Well then I guess you better run off before that offer expires," Tony said.

Morgan's eyes widened. She tried to hop down but Tony held her till she giggled, "Daddy! My pancakes are expiring!"

"Sorry, baby girl, my arms seem to be broken. You're gonna have to push a little harder," Tony teased until finally she wiggled free.

"I still gotta hug Uncle Lolo," she said to Pepper with her hand on her hip, pointer finger up. “Daddy took up all my time."

Pepper pressed a smile between her lips and nodded. "Make it quick."

Morgan flung herself into Loki's arms and squeezed him hard.

He groaned with feigned exertion, "Norns, child. You grow stronger daily. It will not be long before you can best even the mighty Thor in battle."

Morgan grinned and made a muscle which Loki felt at her insistence.

"Truly impressive," he said and then bent to whisper in her ear. "Have you been drinking the magical elixir I hide for you in the back of the refrigerator?"

Morgan nodded, eyeing Tony and Pepper, who pretended they couldn't hear them. Loki's magic elixir was a smoothie he blended for her that tasted amazing but was full of the vegetables she refused to eat at meals.

"Can't you tell? My muscles are bigger."

"Indeed. Continue as I said. One serving after every meal."

They nodded together, conspiring a few more moments before she hugged him again.

"Night, Lolo."

"Goodnight, Lady Morgan."

Morgan turned back to Tony but stopped, that pointer finger out again, this time aimed at Tony. "Are your arms okay?"

Tony moved his arms around. "Yep. They're working just fine, baby girl. One more hug and off to bed. I'll be in in a minute for story time."

Morgan hugged him quick as though she were afraid his arms might break again and then ran back to Pepper. He watched them walk up the path to the house, hand in hand. As they disappeared through the front door, he sighed.

“This is my only shot to make this right, Lo. Not just for Peter, but for everyone.”

“Just as we planned, my friend,” Loki said said softly. “I will not leave Morgan's side. And if something should happen to you, I swear that I will be here for your family - including Peter. Let the past and the future take care of themselves for now, Tony. Spend some time in the present.”

Tony smiled and got to his feet. “I think I’ll do that,” he said and then bent down to hug Loki. Loki hugged him back, just a little too long and a little too tight. But Tony pretended not to notice. Because although Loki didn’t blow smoke, Tony knew a goodbye hug when he felt it.

#spiderfrost #Irondad #loki fanfic #Loki #Peter Parker #spiderman #mcu fanfiction #fanfic #should i continue?#tony stark #teaser #mcu #mcu spiderman #loki x peter #peter × loki

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grimmtnykan · 4 years

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The Nykan Situation: Episode 1

"Hurry up, Grimm!"

"Ugh...Five more minutes."

"Do you want to go out and play today, or not?"

Grimm opened his eyes to see his older brother, Jacob, looking down on him. School was cancelled due to the heavy snowfall. Jacob made a promise to Grimm that they would play in the snow if they had a snow day, and what better day than today? Little Grimm shot out of bed and scurried to his closet to retrieve his winter attire. He made sure he was bundled up to go play out in the cold, wrapped up in a scarf and other necessary clothing items for the cold. Jacob was wearing his signature black trench coat and could see the excitement through his brother's bright blue eyes. The two ventured off into the snow and ran across the street, laughing on the way, the snow falling upon their pink and chubby faces.

"Wow, it kinda looks dead in the park today. I figured more people would be here." Jacob said as he put his hands into his pockets. Grimm couldn't contain his happiness any longer and just dashed for the park. Grimm was a very happy kid and always found energy inside of him to play with his brother. Jacob was sixteen and spent most of his time in Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Grimm would be going into said school in the next upcoming year. Not only would he get to spend more time with his brother, but he would learn how to harness the powers within magic and go on his own mystical path. Life was good for both of them.

"Well, if it isn't Jacob Nykan. The freak on the block." said a nearby voice. Jacob and Grimm looked up from playing in the snow to see three people. Jacob's had problems with them before. When he attended a muggle school in his hometown, these three people would always bully him. Jacob wasn't exactly a very extroverted person; in fact, he didn't like human contact at all. Unless it regarded family, he could care less about making friends or even holding a stable relationship. Being introverted in their small town wasn't seen as "normal."

"Aw, look! He's with his little brother. Just look at how scared he looks!" cackled one of the other boys. The group walked closer to the two siblings and Jacob stepped in front of Grimm. Grimm wasn't very great at handling confrontation. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was afraid of what their intentions consisted of. Would they hurt him or Jacob? Would they harass them? What did these three want?

"What do you want, Kai? I told you to stay away from me." Jacob said in a stern tone.

"You got another thing coming if you think I'd obey someone like you. I take orders from no one, Nykan!" said Kai, a silver headed boy. He rubbed his hands together as he looked at Grimm. "That's a nice, red scarf you got there. Red is my favorite color." he spat.

"Bet it's pretty valuable." snickered Everett, the tallest one in the group. Jacob tried to shove Grimm behind him, but Everett stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.

"Be a nice thing to have, ain't it?" said Darren, an orange headed, dark skinned boy. He looked at Kai as he cracked his knuckles. Darren and Everett grabbed Jacob and held him back. Kai, on the other hand, grabbed Grimm by his scarf. Grimm could feel himself choking and tried slapping at Kai's hand to make him stop. Tears flooded his eyes and he gasped for air, panicking. Jacob thrashed all around with Darren and Everett.

"Y-You can't have it! My mom made it for me and it's mine to keep!" squealed Grimm. He tried to stand his ground. He thought that perhaps they'd leave them alone if he showed any sign of courage. Kai cackled as he slowly lifted Grimm off the ground, tightening the scarf around his neck. Jacob loosened the grip that Darren and Everett had against him and he launched himself at Kai. The two wrestled with each other, Jacob's clothes being ripped in the process. Grimm got up from the snow and ran behind a tree, hiding. His legs felt weak, his mind raced, and his heart was beating right out of his chest. Grimm peeked his head from behind the tree. Jacob laid on the ground, not moving. The three bullies kicked and cursed at him. They saw Grimm and began to make their way towards him.

"Don't go near him..." Jacob said under his breath. The three bullies stopped in their tracks and began to panic when they felt their bodies being lifted in the air. Jacob was raising his arm up in the air as he got up and struggled to stand. Grimm stared in shock. What was going on? Jacob's eyes began to glow eerie green.

"You can bother me as much as you want...Yet, when you mess with my family, that is where I draw the line!" Jacob spat. He clasped his hand into a fist and the three bullies howled in pain. Green swirls of light wrapped around their bodies slowly, and as the light reached higher, their bodies would disappear. They were being vaporized. Eventually, the light secluded their screams and person. Everything fell silent, Grimm feeling confused and scared. He wondered what he had just witnessed. Jacob walked towards him and got on one knee.

"J-Jacob...What did you do?!" he whimpered.

"I did what I had to do in order to protect you. Listen, Grimm...We are both destined for greatness, and with people like in our way, we need to take them down. Let's keep today between us. Do you understand?" Grimm stared at his brother. He didn't understand what was going on at all, but he trusted Jacob.

"...I understand." the two made their way back home in silence. They had enough playing in the snow today.

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Grimm opened his deep, blue eyes to only see a clear sky and shade from the tree he lay under, blocking out the sun. The two strands of hair slightly blew in the wind to give him a better view of his sights. The young man sat up and scratched his head. Grimm was in average shape for a boy his age, seventeen. His hair was a light shade of brown, buzzed all around each side, with a couple bothersome strands resting over his forehead. He had a light stubble across his jawline and chin. He spoke with a southern accent that originated from the depths of Tennessee in the states, but faded slightly over time due to being in a different environment for so long. Of course, he would go back home every summer to his caretaker, Duke Kelling. Duke was a family friend of Grimm's parents who passed away in a house fire when he was eleven, which was the same night Jacob disappeared.

"I fell asleep again, damn. Madam Hooch'll want an explanation." he said to himself. He got up and dusted himself off and walked up the trail that led to the training grounds. He was lucky, he got to his class just in time. As we walked over to the rack of brooms to grab one, he felt a presence developing towards him.

"Hey Grimm!" said a familiar voice. Cesily Eurodite. Cesily is a Norwegian sixth year Gryffindor with hair red as a brick and thick as a shrub. She fixed her glasses as she smiled upon her friend. "How are you? You look dead."

"I actually just woke up. I skipped potions class last period because I honestly just hate that class. Professor Snape is really a pain. Same for that student teacher, Shiro." Grimm replied to Cesily's remark, grabbing a broom and patting Grimm on the back.

"Well, year six is almost over. It's been exhausting and trust me, as soon as this year is over, we'll go to Hogsmeade and drink ourselves silly with butter beer and do...I dunno, maybe watch Full House on repeat."

"We do that everyday already, Cy."

"And we'll do it again!" she chuckled. Grimm used to hate the idea of summer. Not only because it can be ridiculously hot, but because of how he would leave hearing the rumors about him from the past. When word got around about his well known brother disappearing and his family dying, people suspected Grimm to be behind it.

"He is working with he who must not be named!"

"He died discovering a cursed vault!"

"He is on the run from The Ministry of Magic!"

People to this day still speak about it. It doesn't help that Grimm brought attention upon himself after discovering an ice knight in a cursed vault and slaying it, helping organize campaigns and activities for the school, excelling in courageous based classes, and the constant rivalry he causes between Gryffindor and Slytherin. He has done and accomplished a lot in the past years he has been at Hogwarts, yet he felt there was so much more he could do and discover, such as finding Jacob. There is still so much to do, yet so little time.

"Hopefully this summer won't be a pain." said Grimm as he hopped on his broom.

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Evelyn, Seraphina, and Tay were hanging out in Hogsmeade. The three of them didn't have class for the rest of the day, so they decided to head to town and screw around. They were currently at The Three Broomsticks enjoying a hot meal and butter beer. Evelyn was dazed, staring out the window and thinking.

"What're you thinking about?" Tay asked. Tay Guinvere is a sixth year Ravenclaw who was quite determined for high marks and obsessed with tea. Her hair was a dark brown and fluffy as can be, though being short to her shoulders. "You look bored."

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Seraphina asked. Seraphina Steinhaur is a Gryffindor in her sixth year. Her skin is pale like her white, snowy hair. Her eyes, amber like peanut brittle. Unlike her two friends, she was more outspoken and loud.

"Oh nothing. I'm just thinking of something that happened yesterday. It isn't important" Evelyn replied. Evelyn Fawley is a Hufflepuff in her sixth year. She has woven blonde hair with emerald green eyes. Freckles danced upon her rosy nose and cheeks. She was quite popular, and not just because she is a part of the sacred pureblood family but because of her charisma and charm. People often labeled her as nice and outgoing, but she wasn't so sure if she could identify with that statement.

"I bet it's boys." Seraphina teased.

"Too bad we can't do that because we're le--" Tay was cut off.

"It's not about that, stop trying to expose me." Evelyn took a sip of her butterbeer. "I said something to Grimm and I think he hates me now."

"You told him that he looks like a wannabe trucker?" Tay chuckled as she chugged her butterbeer.

"No. Not yet anyway. We have to save that for another time." replied Evelyn.

"Well then what's the big deal? You're not exactly a mean person. You're a Hufflepuff! There's no way you could be mean." said Seraphina. Tay looked at her and for a moment and then back at her butterbeer.

"Well...I said something to him a few days ago and I think he's mad at me." Evelyn admitted. "We were both looking through the journal we found in Filch's office that belonged to Jacob, trying to decipher what it said. It was written in this...weird language of some sort. No one we knew could translate it and the library had absolutely nothing to help us. Things got tense later that night."

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Grimm groaned loudly and threw the journal down. Inside of it appeared to be scribbles and exotic shapes combined together. That was the only thing in the notebook, this foreign writing. He began to grow frustrated.

"What the hell does this say?! Why would he write his journal in such an awkward manner?" Grimm picked the journal back up and began to study the board he put up in Jacob's room, full of notes and other items that included information about their evidence.

"Grimm, can I say something?" Evelyn said as she put down a book. He looked over at her. "Isn't it possible that perhaps, he doesn't want to be found?" Grimm stared at her.

"And why would he want that?"

"I don't know. Maybe something serious did happen and it caused him to go into hiding. I just know that sometimes, people just want to be left alone." Evelyn replied. Grimm looked over at the door.

"So far we've hardly gotten anywhere with this investigation. We are lucky to even have a ghost or centaur mention him to us, and we're in year six! We've been looking for him since year one. I'll help you in any way I can, but...I think we're getting nowhere once again--"

Before Evelyn could finish, Grimm turned around and stormed out of his room and into the night. He didn't come back for a couple of days. He hasn't even spoken to Evelyn since then. Nor looked at her. Let alone anyone in all of Hogwarts.

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"That wasn't cool." Tay blurted out. "I understand he cares for his brother, but he doesn't have to treat you like that."

"I can somewhat understand his reaction. If my only form of close family went missing with no explanation, I'd be concerned and worried too. I'd try to find them. We all have found evidence regarding Jacob's disappearance. Maybe he feels that he's too close to the matter." Seraphina pitched in.

"I don't care how close we are, I just...want him to stop being mad at me. What should I do?" Evelyn asked.

"Apologize?" Seraphina suggested. "Perhaps you could give him some sort of treat."

"Nah, that's lame." blurted Tay.

"You have a better idea?" Seraphina barked.

"No, but it sounds corny." replied Tay.

"It's better than nothing. Maybe it will bring us both some closure." said Evelyn.

"I'm sure it will, even if you bring him a food based treat. You can stab him to death and offer him a sweet roll as an apology and he'd forgive you." said Tay. The three girls laughed and joked for the rest of their visit at The Three Broomsticks. An hour had gone by and Evelyn noticed Grimm sitting in the courtyard reading a book. She approached him with careful steps, hoping to not distract him too obnoxiously.

"Hey Grimm!" said Evelyn cheerfully as she walked up to him. Grimm lifted his head up.

"Oh, hey. What're you doing here?"

"I just wanted to ask you if you could maybe hang out tonight? I don't have any plans and I was hoping you didn't either." replied Evelyn.

"Tsk, well you kinda came at the wrong time. It's Friday and every Friday, Cesily and I binge Full House Well, technically she makes me binge it with her, but it's better than studying." said Grimm. Evelyn's expression went blank for a minute. Was he just saying this because he was upset with her?

"Oh, okay. Maybe another time then." she said before she could turn to walk away.

"Hey, maybe you could join us?" said Grimm.

"Grimm." she clasped her hands. "I am a Hufflepuff. I cannot just enter the Gryffindor common room."

"...I never said it was in the common room." said Grimm as he smiled.

"Oh. Then where are you watching the movie?" Evelyn asked.

"I can't say. Just meet me on the training grounds around 7:00 pm." Grimm closed his book. "I need to get to transfiguration class. I'll see you around?"

"S-Sure! See you until then." Evelyn said as he walked away. She wanted to apologize and say something else to him then and there, but words refused to climb up her vocals and escape. As of lately, it nearly felt impossible to speak to Grimm. Was it because he was disassociating himself from everyone, or was it her own fault for feeling that she was at fault for the little things she has said, done, and thought? Either way, she felt trapped in this communication based wall. She sat down on the same bench he was once sitting at, and just began to think, and imagine herself in a more confident aura. Later that night, Evelyn dressed out of her robes and wore only a casual outfit. She sat outside in the cool breeze as the sun began to sun. It looked as if the fallen wizards and witches were painting the sky. Oranges, yellows, pinks, and even blues flooded the sky like a hurricane. It was absolutely mesmerizing. The freckled blonde wished she could enjoy this sight for all of eternity. Scotland certainly did have a wondrous atmosphere, and golden hour was its peak.

"Hey." said a familiar voice. It was Grimm. Evelyn turned her head around and stood up from the soft, green grass and greeted him.

"Follow me." he said with a blank stare.

She followed close behind him, occasionally looking at the horizon. Grimm only wore a black shirt, cargo shorts, and black tennis shoes. Why was he wearing black on such a warm day? That's a fashion curse, Evelyn thought. His face was unreadable. She stopped eyeing him for a minute only to see they were headed into a small patch of woods. Ahead of them was a short, but thick tree with what appeared to be a tree house at the top. Grimm grabbed the latter and began to climb up on it to enter the small home. Evelyn climbed up after him and viewed the room. There were bean bag chairs, rugs, curtains over windows, cans and bottles of soda and water, some clothes laying about, blankets, and a television with a DVD player.

"Wow, full on man cave, huh?" said Evelyn, jokingly.

"Yeah. We built it a while back. The second years and above were being rude to us as first years, so we first year Gryffindor's built this with the help of Hagrid. We come here when we need to." Grimm said with a smile. "There wasn't a lot of us. So it was just me, Ben, Rowan, Cesily, and Seraphina. But... Now it's just the girls and I."

Evelyn eyed at him with a sombering look. She sympathized with him. During the first half of sixth year, Rowan Khanna had died by the hands of Patricia Rakepick. Grimm, Merula Snyde, and Ben Copper were battling the traitorous witch in the forbidden forest and she had casted one of the unforgivable curses at Ben. The killing curse, Avada Kedavra. But Rowan had followed them in a desperate attempt to protect them, to which he did. But he ended up dying as a sacrifice, pushing Ben out of the way before he could be struck by the evil curse. It put a massive effect on Grimm and everyone around Hogwarts. Due to the massive wave of sheer anger and melancholy, Grimm and Ben had a falling out. They haven't spoken since Rowan's death. Evelyn lifted her head and changed the subject to a more happy matter.

"Wait, there are no outlets. How does the TV work?" Evelyn asked.

"We use Accio. Electricity is expensive. Good thing we can use magic. It's not like we'll get in trouble either since we're still on the campus." Grimm said.

"Smart. So, where is everyone?" asked Evelyn.

"They'll be here later. They went to fetch some snacks for tonight." Grimm answered. He sat down in a red bean bag chair.

"Hey, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Evelyn said as she sat down on one of the rugs. Grimm looked over at her.

"I...I'm sorry for what I said a few days ago. I know how this investigation means to you. I hope I didn't make you too angry." she stated in a sad tone. Evelyn looked up at him. "You looked pretty upset when you stormed off." Grimm sighed and looked at her.

"I'll be honest, I wanted to protest, but I heard something. I heard a familiar voice, it felt haunting, yet calming. I ran out to investigate it and was frustrated when I couldn't see or find anything." Grimm explained.

"Whose voice was it?" Evelyn asked. Grimm looked down and choked on his words, wiping his forehead.

"It was Jacob's."

BREAK

"What?" Evelyn asked, wide eyed.

"I heard Jacob calling my name. It became more intense, more profound. Each minute I got closer, he got louder. That's why I haven't spoken to you or hardly anyone. It's... All I can think about. It gives me chills." Grimm's voice grew shaky and quiet. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just--" Before Grimm could finish, the trap door opened and up came Cesily, Tay, and Seraphina.

"Oops, did we interrupt something?" Taryn teased. Cesily and Seraphina followed up with a chuckle.

"Uh, no. Then again, a notice would've been nice." Grimm sneered.

"Yeah, yeah. So Evelyn, you're joining us for binge night?" Cesily asked.

"I suppose so. I've never done anything like this before. Or at least it has been a very long time since I have. I also had no idea Tay and Sera would be joining us." Evelyn stated as she glared at the two. They just smiled at her and stuck their tongues out.

"Well, why are we still chatting? Let's start the show already before I fall asleep." Seraphina said impatiently. Cesily used Accio to start the television. It has been almost an hour since they watched the first season. Grimm noticed how everyone except for him seemed to be so in depth with the show. It was as if they were hypnotized. Why wasn't he the same way? He had been waiting for tonight all week; but, when he finally got the chance, it felt less exciting. As he thought to himself, he began to wonder if he would feel the same way if he would ever discover the whereabouts of his brother. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light.

"What was that?" Tay asked in a worried tone.

"Was it lightning?" Seraphina said as she sat up and looked around.

Evelyn sat up and poked her head out of the window to see a bright light hanging in the sky, directly above Hogwarts. It got brighter and bigger, combusting and causing the Earth to quake terribly. The group hollered and began to panic. Grimm fell out of the window and landed on his side. He croaked in pain, his vision growing blurry. He could have sworn his ribs were broken. All he could hear the faint voices of his peers call his name as his hearing went from clear and precise to silent and dead. He closed his eyes and he saw nothing but darkness.

"Grimm... Grimm..." said a quiet voice. Grimm couldn't answer. He could hear and see in this vision, but he couldn't speak. It was as if he was in some sort of paralysis. "I've risen, Grimm. The time is now!" the voice roared.

"GRIMM!"

Grimm's eyes shot open and he saw the four girls beside him, helping him up. The earthquake turned into a chaotic storm. Rain poured down immensely. Thunder and lightning cracked and ran throughout the sky like it was a horse race. Wind pushed down on everyone, like a pressure weight.

"Protego!" Cesily yelled as she waved her wand. A large shield of blue grew around the group and they made their way back to Hogwarts. It only took a few minutes, but they eventually made it back in time before the storm worsened. Students gathered around in the main hall. Some students were conversing with each other; other students were in a panic about the situation.

"What's going on?" Seraphina asked.

"It appears as if there is some sort of birthday party going on, Miss Steinhauer." said professor Snape. "There's a storm happening and it's causing destruction and chaos. What else could it be?"

"Guys, please put me down..." Grimm said meekly. He felt his legs fall beneath him and he fell onto his dirty palms, suddenly dry heaving. His eyes were bloodshot as he turned on his back, shaking. He felt hot, boiling, and his skin was flaring a red tint. Grimm's fingers dug into the cement floor.

"Grimm!" Evelyn exclaimed as he fell.

"GUUUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAAAAAAAAHHAGGGGHHH!" Grimm howled in pain. His body twisted and turned awkwardly, crunching and popping being heard all throughout his body. Wizards and witches turned their heads to the commotion and rushed over, only to be forced back by the staff.

"What in the world is going on here?!" shouted one of the professors as they made their way through the crowd to get to the scene.

"It's Nykan!" replied professor Hooch.

The Professors that were there at the scene, which consisted of Flitwick, McGonagall, and Hooch. They gathered around to calm down Grimm.

"Don't touch him." boomed a voice as it approached the scene in purple and golden robes.

"STOP THE P A I N!" Grimm screamed. His voice sounded deep and ragged. His ears grew to a pointed arrow head-like shape. His deep blue ocean eyes transitioned into a cyan blue full of electricity, with his pupils turning into slits. He arched his back in pain, immediately punching the ground as an instant reaction. His fist slamming into the ground, causing it to crack and creating a pothole. His clothes began to shred as his body began to stretch, growing from a scrawny teenage boy, to the body of a boulder.. His muscles grew and his veins popped out. This made Grimm begin to cry in anguish. The pain was so surreal. It felt as if he was being impaled by his own spine. To him, this sensation felt as if rocks, pins, and needles were having a race in his body. In the middle of his chest, a bright blue X began to appear. As soon as the light disappeared, the symbol looked like nothing more than a large scar. Grimm stopped freaking out almost immediately and just relaxed onto the floor, panting heavily. The young boy's face was drenched in sweat, tears, mucus, and saliva. Everyone stared at the restless student, jaws dropped at this extraordinary change.

"The race of Apoth." mumbled the once booming voice. It belonged to the one and only, headmaster Dumbledore.

"Sir?" Hooch asked.

"The birth of a lost race. Apothians." Albus Dumbledore stepped closer and got onto one knee, cleaning Grimm's face with a handkerchief and sitting him up.

"The race of Apoth is a long lost collective race of mortals who would be granted powers from higher deities, particularly Norse gods. The race disappeared mysteriously over 5 centuries ago. Not much is known of their race, except the formation of their symbol that is upon their chest. It forms when they have officially been gifted the powers from the deities. That is, if they are seen as worthy." said Dumbledore.

"But why Grimm? What is even going on?" Cesily asked. Truly, no one had any idea what was going on. Their classmate had just gone through what seemed like an ultimately traumatizing event and for what reason? And what was with the mention of gods? Hardly no one in the wizarding world believed in such a concept.

"The Savior's weren't the ones to give him this beauty." said a voice from outside of the grand window. Everyone turned their heads to see the windows suddenly shatter. A bright light poured in, and appeared a tall, fit man. He had coal black hair, pale skin, and wore a jeweled, black robe. He lifted his head to reveal his bright green eyes, and wore half of a white masquerade mask that rested upon the right side of his face.

"I did." said Jacob Harlis Nykan.

"Jacob?" mumbled Grimm. His eyes widened as he wheezed. Dumbledore patted his back to relax him.

"Hello, Grimm. I hear you've been searching for me." Jacob said as he walked towards his younger brother.

"Only for six years." Grimm replied as he attempted to stand up, but McGonagall and Flitwick stopped him.

"How did you get here? Zoro banished you!" Dumbledore stated.

"I figured you'd know that question already, professor." Jacob replied sternly. "I've come for you, Grimm. I've gifted you with 10% of the power the Lost have given me. Eventually, you can become immortal like me, and we'll become gods. We can rule the world! We can avenge our parents. We can have what we have ever wanted! It's your destiny, Grimm! Remember when we were young and I said this to you on the playground? You and I can be one, once again!" said Jacob, as he reached out his hand. Grimm stared at him, confused. Why was Jacob going on about world domination? He had so many questions, but he didn't know where to start.

"W-wait... You disappear for six years, and ask me to help you rule the world? You've been here for hardly a minute! You could have at least bought me dinner first!" Grimm said as he struggled to stand.

"All I ever wanted was to see us become a family again. That's all I ever wanted... even ma and pa." Grimm said, his voice cracking.

"We can, Grimm. Yet, you'd have to agree to rule beside me and bring this cruel world to its knees! We need to show this godforsaken planet that the respect for the gods has been lost, and we as new gods deserve to be worshipped. We deserve the happiness and glory we dreamt about as children." Jacob said.

"I don't want that! That would require me harming those for something I want, and that's not how I roll. You can do what you want, but I won't participate in any of it. Just listen to yourself, Jacob!"

Everyone silenced.

"Stand down, and come home with us. With me, brother." Grimm said as he slowly approached his sibling.

"It seems I've made a mistake. I expected better of you, Grimm. You've disappointed me." Jacob snarled. "You really are pathetic!"

Jacob yelled as he raised his arm and swung it to the side, casting a large wave of green energy to hit Grimm with. Grimm gasped and jumped towards the side. The blast of energy destroyed the main hall's entrance, causing it to explode and create an immaculate hole in its presence. Grimm staggered upward and looked at his brother. Before the professors could cast their wands, Jacob jumped towards Grimm and grabbed him by his throat, punching him in the air and straight through the roof. Jacob launched himself after him, opening his hands and spewing what appeared to be like green lightning from them. He eventually reached up to Grimm before he could fall back down. Jacob grabbed what remained of his shirt and turned him over, back facing the ground.

"Elektrisk slag!" Jacob shouted before the blasts of electricity pushed Grimm down into the ground, creating an impact crater. Grimm could feel himself fading in and out of consciousness, his breath becoming short and rapid. Jacob flew down to face him.

"Tragic. Here you are, a part of a long lost race, and you don't even know how to use your powers. You don't even know how to summon your own våpen. That is something every Apoth knows instantly after transformation. Your instincts should have blocked my attacks." Jacob spat as he kicked Grimm in the face.

"You always were weak, Grimm. I can remember the first time you dealt with that group of bullies. I had to deal with them for you. In the end I ended up killing them. I turned their bodies into dust. And you know what you did? Cry, like a pathetic waste of space!" He shouted as he slammed his foot into Grimm's gut. Grimm cried in pain, too weak to move.

"You are nothing but shit. I don't see how we could ever be in relation. You are not worthy of being my brother or a god. You are my enemy, and I must kill my enemies before they get in my way!" Jacob said before lifting his leg to kick him again. Grimm grabbed his foot and held it, refusing to let Jacob harm him once more. His new biceps and triceps flexed intensely, veins popping slightly.

"I...I AM NOT PATHETIC!" Grimm screamed as he suddenly lifted himself up. The two were suddenly surrounded by blue flames. Grimm pushed Jacob in the air and flew after him, trails of blue flame following behind him. He balled his fist up, reaching it back and nailing him in the face. This force of strength caused Jacob to fly across the sky, creating a sonic boom wave. Jacob used his mass to stop himself from flying any further. He felt at the right side of his face, feeling a thin crack in the center of his mask.

"You'll pay for that." Jacob sneered. "Fare!"

Jacob raised his arm and a long horizontal line of vivid light appeared. What was revealed before Grimm was a long, curved tip sword. Along the blade was glowing green Norwegian lettering that spelled out Fare. The handle had a spike attached to it at the end. Around the saber, waves of green energy produced amongst it. Its power was pressuring Grimm.

"I won't use all of Fare's power on you since there's no point. As soon as this blade touches you, you'll die. After all, it's what you deserve for betraying your only family." said Jacob as he swung his arm to the side, unleashing a blast of energy at Grimm. The energy broke into many parts, spreading like arrow heads. Grimm dove down, but was struck by one of the arrows. It went through his arm and blood began to cascade down his bicep to his finger tips like a river. The new born Apothian cursed and held his arm as he shot his head up to eye his brother. His eyes flashed, glowing furiously. Grimm screamed Jacob's name as he flew towards him. An aura of white formed around him as he aimed his attacks towards his older brother. Grimm punched as fast and as hard as he could, but Jacob dodged every attack. He raised his sword to slice at Grimm, but was stunned to see Grimm grab it. He tried to remove the sword from his grasp, but Grimm held tightly. The saber cut into his skin but he refused to let go.

"What?!" Jacob exclaimed confusingly. Grimm threw his sword to the side, causing Jacob to go flying with it. Grimm didn't throw as far as he anticipated, however. He could feel his body becoming weaker and more exhausted. Jacob turned to laugh at the boy's poor attempts to fight. "It appears your energy is draining, Grimm. It's just as I expected."

"W-What do you mean?" asked Grimm.

"Apothians can only use their max power gifted by the Saviors if they have at least 10,000% of energy. Right now, your energy is only at a measly 10%. My energy is at least a little bit over 9,000%. That's why I haven't even broken a sweat since this battle. I estimate that in about 15 minutes or less, you'll fall right down to the ground and either die or be close to dying." said Jacob. Grimm met his piercing green eyes with hurt and frustration.

"Face it, you won't defeat me in time before you die. I honestly expected a more... exciting fight." said Jacob. "No matter. At least this battle is done and over with. I have more important things to do. But first... "

Jacob turned to shoot a beam of energy from his hand towards the school.

"NOOOOO!" Grimm screamed as he flew in front of the beam. He began to think of his friends and peers, the many lives that could be injured, or even lost, at this beloved school. He pressed his back against the front of the beam, feeling the energy sting and burn his body. He didn't exactly know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it seemed to work. Grimm looked to his side to see Jacob gone. That bastard, he thought. He turned around and used all of his might to turn the beam the opposite way from the school. Grimm shoved his fist through the beam of energy, burning his hand, and threw it like an Olympian would with a spear. It landed in a patch of woods and exploded, causing another crater in the ground. A huge gust of wind blew as an effect. Grimm turned to the school and flew back towards it, becoming weaker as he got lower. He laid himself in front of the main gates to Hogwarts. As soon as he landed, many professors ran to help him.

"Madam Pomfrey, get him in the hospital wing!" ordered Headmaster Dumbledore.

Many professors crowded him, picking him up and carrying him to the wing. It had been several hours since the incident. Everyone was talking about it. Evelyn, Tay, Seraphina, and Cesily sat outside of the hospital wing, waiting for news about Grimm's health.

"So, are we not going to discuss what just happened?" Tay asked.

"What can we talk about? I'm still confused about the whole thing." stated Cesily.

"That battle was... Intense. I feel really worried, guys." said Evelyn, tapping her foot repeatedly.

"Look at this mess! If Nykan had never come here, then none of this would have happened." said a sharp voice, t'was Danie Lopez, a well known Slytherin. She was popular within her house, but still rather very cruel to others. She and Merula Snyde had a lot in common, but even Merula knew when to stop. Danie is a latina girl with skin of a chestnut. Her hair was short, but curly. Glasses rested upon her face, sitting in front of her dark and sharp eyes.

"He's probably dying, or something." said Ismelda Murk, another well known Slytherin. The girl has greasy black hair and a pale freckled face. Bags under her eyes were very existent due to the lack of sleep.

"If he was dying, then it's well deserved. Now, let's head back to our common room. We have work to do for the ball committee." said Danie.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go. If I don't, my inner zen will disappear." Evelyn sighed. "Will you guys let me know about Grimm's health if you hear anything?"

"Yeah, totally." replied Seraphina. The rest ended up going back to their common rooms. Meanwhile, Dumbledore stood at the window inside his office, staring at the moon.

"Headmaster?" said a low voice.

"Come in, Professor Snape." replied Dumbledore.

"I think we should make arrangements to speak about the incident tomorrow morning." Snape stated. "The student body will want some questions answered. As well as our newfound student teacher."

"Perhaps. I will look into it. I am more worried about Jacob Nykan's arrival. We banished him to the spirit realm. How could he have possibly found his way out?" asked Dumbledore.

"It may have to do with the tranquility and overall status of his abilities. Or as what students say these days," Snape raised his hands to move his fingers up and down to form quotation marks, "Who knows."

Dumbledore walked over to his desk and opened up a safe, which contained a journal full of notes inside. He opened it and began to look over a few things held within the book.

"We banished him to keep him safe from destruction. If he was even captured by the Ministry of Magic, then he would have eventually found a way out. Due to his immaculate prowess, I doubt we will be able to do such a thing again." Dumbledore stated.

"What do you suggest we do?" Snape asked. Dumbledore raised his head slowly and closed his eyes.

"Jacob Nykan has strayed too far from the path of holiness, gratitude, and peace. There is only one thing we may be able to do, but it'll be a lot of work." Dumbledore said as he closed his book.

"And what is that?" Snape asked.

"We need to contact Zoro again. Jacob Nykan needs to die." Dumbledore answered.

END OF EPISODE 1

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crimsoncobaltblue · 5 years

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A Dream Come True

It had been several years since I had managed to return home to my family after being stuck on the moon.

I still remembered that day so well. I had completely botched the first words I had said to them, and they were basically the stupidest possible words I could’ve said. It made me laugh to think about that. Basically every part of that memory makes me happy.

Because that’s when I got to meet the boys for the first time. My boys. I smile just remembering how it felt to hug all three of them. Just being able to do that had been my goal for so long that I almost hadn’t dared believe it was actually happening at the time.

And gosh I had wanted to achieve that goal more than anything in the world. I did whatever it took to get me to the boys, including cutting off my own leg! But that had been the issue lately.

I actually was missing my leg. Which is stupid! I would’ve given up all my limbs to have gotten back to my boys! I should be glad it was only one limb.

I sighed before I plunked my head down on the table. Dumb emotions making me feel bad. Wish I could throw them off a cliff.

“Uh, mom?” I heard Dewey say, sounding concerned. “You alright there?” He was always so sweet, they all were.

I lifted my head and looked around the breakfast table. Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby all were staring at me and I don’t blame them.

“Oh yeah! I’m fine! I’m doing just great! Just a little tired I guess.” I said yawning exaggeratedly. They all looked at each other, obviously not buying what I’m selling.

Gosh I have such smart kids. And besides, I’m glad they aren’t buying lies, even mine.

“But you’re never tired,” Huey stated, pointing his cereal spoon at me suspiciously.

Louie leaned on the table, nodding. “Yeah, tired and you don’t belong in the same sentence.” I’ll be honest, how quickly they all saw through my lies, knowing something was up is just the best feeling.

I took a breath, figuring since they caught me, I should come clean. This wasn’t going to be very fun though. “You got me. I’m not tired. But I just... haven’t felt like myself for a few days now. And it’s over the dumbest things too.” I started and they all listened intently.

“It’s so weird but I’m actually missing my leg. But I gave up that leg to get back to you so I shouldn’t miss it! I would’ve given up all my limbs to get back to you so it’s... it’s silly I miss it.” I finished, staring down at my pancakes that I had pushed off to the side. My usually large appetite had been absent lately.

I looked up again and saw the kids all staring at each other again. It made me laugh a bit. It looked like they were having entire conversations without even saying a thing. But they all seemed on the same page.

Huey spoke first. “A lot of people when they deal with something traumatic, sometimes they won’t deal with that trauma right away.” I nodded as he talked, showing him I was listening.

“That could be what’s happening. I imagine crashing on the moon and cutting off an entire limb would be traumatic,” I wanted to say I wasn’t traumatized but Huey kept going. “But just because you’re suddenly dealing with that trauma now doesn’t make it bad thing. Just the opposite! It means your body and mind finally feels safe enough that it’s allowing that event to be processed properly.” He nodded to signify that he finished.

I was proud he knew all that stuff. But I also didn’t know how to react to it. How do people get over this? I hoped they got over it quick because that’s how fast I want it to happen to me. So I just nodded, indicating that I understood him.

“Well, alright then! I guess I’m going to just have to let this feeling run it’s course!” I said, and Huey nodded in agreement. “Great. Then I’m going to go and start letting that happen.” I said, getting up from the table and hugging each one of my boys and Webby before I leave.

I sure hoped letting this run it’s course would help.

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Huey, Louie, Webby, and I all started talking as soon as mom left the room. Poor mom. She was mourning her leg. I would too if I were her. Legs are kind of pretty important, especially for running and adventuring so of course she would miss her real leg.

“Okay guys,” Huey said, using his we-need-to-make-a-plan voice. He used that voice pretty often. I myself like to just wing it, it’s way more fun that way! A little more dangerious which is just how I like it! But for this, Huey was right. A plan was needed. Not that I’d ever tell him that. “What are we going to do?”

We all stopped talking as quickly as we had started before Webby jumped in with an idea! “Oh! How about we serve some meals to her in bed?”

Louie piped up. “We have Duckworth for that, so that’s not really anything special besides mom doesn’t like to stay in bed all the time.” Louie had a point.

Webby’s face looked crestfallen and so I spoke up. “That was a good try though, Webs!” I smiled at her and she smiled right back.

“Thanks Dewey!” She chirped and Huey cleared his throat.

“Maybe we could organize her room? Straighten it up?” He offered but I shook my head. I would hate having my room cleaned without my knowing. My room is a mess yeah but I know where everything is! And I’m willing to bet mom is the same way!

“Her room is crazy but she knows where everything is.” I protested and Huey rolled his eyes.

“Like how you swear you know exactly where that toy robot is?” He said sarcastically and I glared at him. Really? He’s bringing that up now?

“Look I already told you! It either in one of the closets, under the bed, in a dresser somewhere in the mansion-“ I counted off the places on my fingers before I got interrupted.

“Yeah alright, we get it, it could be anywhere on the entire earth pretty much.” Louie said and I frowned.

“Not the entire earth! Probably just this continent!” I defended myself.

“Come on guys, mom is like mourning her leg. What’s something we could do to cheer her up?” Louie said, and we all went quiet, the gears in our heads turning.

I looked around the dining room, at all the Halloween decorations up for, well, Halloween. Duh. That made me think of candy. Would candy help? Probably not unless it was an entire truckload.

Entire truckloads of candy would help anyone! Except people trying to lose weight. But other than them yeah, pretty much anyone.

Candy was out though for this situation. So my next thought went to costumes. Maybe we could pick out costumes that she would like to see us in? It’s a small thing but maybe it might cheer mom up a bit.

“What if we dressed in Halloween costumes she’d want us to wear?” I asked. I saw Huey open his mouth to immediately shoot my idea down but then he said, “Actually, that’s not a bad idea.”

Ha! Take that older brother by three seconds! I just had a great idea and you knew it. Haha, that’s how I Dewey it! I grinned smugly and Huey rolled his eyes.

“We could all dress up as pilots!” Webby said and we all shushed her. We didn’t want the entire mansion to hear our plan! Besides Duckworth would let the secret slip out somehow. The gossiping ghost could ruin it if we weren’t careful.

“Good idea, and what if,” Louie trailed off, looking down. “You know what, never mind.”

“No, come on Louie. What was it?” I ask, deeply curious.

“I just thought maybe we could have fake prosthetic legs or something. So we could be like “you may have lost your real leg but we love you and are glad you’re our mom, or something like that. That could’ve been worded better.” Louie explained and I nodded.

“Yeah, it could’ve been.” Since Louie sat right next to me, he reached over and slapped my shoulder and glared at me and I fought the urge to laugh.

“That’s actually genius. It’d show we support her and that she’s still a really great mom, whether she has a prosthetic leg or not.” Huey explained and we all nodded along. Huey was the brains here so normally following his lead is a good idea.

“Guys,” I said standing up with a smile. “Time to go...” I had all of their attention. “TO THE COSTUME SHOP AND LAST ONE THERE IS BIG DORK!!!” I yelled before racing out towards the front door.

I knew Webby would be right behind me and Louie and Huey would be in a competition of who cared less about winning my little race challenge.

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We all came back from the costume shop with our costumes which was pretty much the same cheap pilot’s costume but we each bought a little thing to go with it so we’d be different from each other. And we all got scarves that looked like mom’s.

Huey had a compass, Louie had an aviator’s cap, Webby and I had goggles but they both looked different. I had kind of wanted an aviator’s cap but then that’d mess up my zoosh! And that would be a tragedy. I have to look my best for our little idea!

Huey looked at the time. “Alright guys, it’s almost dinner time. Change into your costumes and remember your lines.” Huey ordered.

“Uh, we didn’t make a script?” Webby asked, looking at me as if to check that we hadn’t made one without her. I shook my head to indicate we hadn’t.

“Just make up one for yourself but make it good.” Huey said with a smile. Me and Webby looked at each other and shrugged.

“We can work on ours together!” Webby said and I smiled. “Yeah! And we’ll have the greatest script ever!” Me and her immediately started up the stairs to get started on the script. Huey and Louie did the same.

———————

Dinner time came and, for once, we were the first ones in the dining room. We all had our costumes on and we had asked that Duckworth change the original idea for dinner to mom’s favorite.

“Everyone has some semblance of a script, right?” Huey asked as he set his compass on the table, next to his plate.

Me and Webby nodded. Our script was awesome!

“Don’t need one.” Louie replies after having finished taking a sip of his Pep. We all looked at him and he gave us finger guns.

Huey put a hand to his forehead, looking tired. “Alright then, just stick to the plan of cheering up mom and we should be good.” He said right as mom came in, looking down.

She plopped down in her seat near mine. She looked up and only just then noticed what we were wearing. “What..?” She asked, trailing off.

We all stayed quiet for a few seconds but it was Louie that spoke up. “We’re trying on our costumes! We’re all going as one of the greatest pilot’s ever!” Louie said and I looked at him. He took another sip of his Pep but I was impressed! He winged that! He learned that from me!

Mom looked at us all, confused. “But why are you all dressed up as them? Wouldn’t some of you want to be something different?” She inquired and we all shook our heads. Sometimes I really wonder if we all share a brain because we seem to do a lot of things in synch.

“No way!” I exclaimed, remembering what kind of stuff me and Webby thought out. “They’re awesome! Not only were they like the best pilot ever, but they were really cool too!”

“And nice! They really cared about their family!” Webby piped up enthusiastically, grinning widely.

“Really?” Mom asked, looking both curious and deflated.

“Really!” Huey spoke up. “She was more devoted to her family than anything, even though piloting was what she loved. She’s incredible.” Huey spoke his part well, now it was Louie’s turn.

“Plus, she has a prosthetic leg because she loved her family so much, she was willing to do anything to get back to them. And that makes her nothing less than a hero to us.” Louie said seriously.

We all looked at mom. There were tears in her eyes and she was covered her beak with her hands. I hope that was a good thing.

“Just to be clear, we mean you.” Webby said with a grin.

“I didn’t want to be conceited and think you were meaning me but I hoped you were.” Mom said jokingly before a few tears escaped her eyes. She came up to me and hugged me since I was closest. But I heard the others get up and hug mom as well.

I was in the middle of it all too so that was nice. But what was even nicer was that what we did made mom happy.

After a good few minutes of hugging did mom pull away. “When did you kids plan all this?” She asked, still smiling softly.

“This morning after you left.” I said.

Mom immediately hugged me to her again, petting my head, and I wasn’t about to complain either. I don’t think I’d ever really not like hugging my mom. “You kids are the best ever. No one could possibly be better kids than you. I love you.” She said, making sure to include Webby in that as well.

“We love you too,” Louie said, wiping away a quick tear but I saw. I wasn’t going to get him for it though. Not when I understood exactly how he feels.

We all hugged a bit more before Duckworth finally brought out dinner.

We all sat back at the dinner table and we all started talking. “Oh mom! Did you notice our fake prosthetic legs?! Aren’t they cool? They look pretty realistic, huh?” I asked her and she grinned, nodding.

“Heck yeah that looks cool!! Realistic, not so much, but what’s important is that it looks cool and that you like it!” She said and I smiled. I was just glad we helped mom.

I know this wouldn’t completely cure her of what she was going through but I’m just glad it seemed to help her get closer to overcoming this.

And we would overcome this. We’re a family and these ducks most definitely don’t back down!

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(Ok so I forgot I had this but apparently Soph had a dream where HDLW had dressed up for Halloween with prosthetics to make Della feel better about her own and I was gonna write about it but I forgot. Until now that is! Happy birthday @sophfandoms53 you super cool person you! Hope you like this lil present and I’m sorry it’s late!! Also I apologize for the cheesy title lol)

#della duck #huey #dewey #louie #webby #halloween #costumes #helping #prosthetics #:3 #oof #not my best writing #but i tried!#lol #xD

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years

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G O T 7 pt.4

"Hey kiddos!" Guerin called out in English as she entered the dorm for HEET. She had messaged them earlier that she would be stopping by. Having wrapped up breakfast with JB she had enough time to catch the boys and Eneoji before they left for work for the day.

"Noona!" Seungbin jumped up from the couch and ran to into entryway to greet her, the large white Samoyed hot on his heels. Guerin hugged the maknae in greeting then kneeled down to give her dog attention. The other five members of HEET made their way out to greet her as well. They all settled in the living room, Eneoji sprawled across both her and the typically nonexpressive Tobio next to her.

She listened as they caught her up on how everyone had been faring and some plans they had begun working on, including a possible World Tour now that they had gotten their first wins. It hadn't been long since their last promotions ended but they had all been working hard on preparing for the next comeback. Guerin asked them if she should take Eneoji home but Seungbin and Tobio asked to let her stay longer.

"Just let me know if your days get too long and you can't get away to take her out or you cant bring her to work. She needs the attention." Guerin cautioned.

"That time might be coming soon." Byoungjin said reasonably, but once he caught the pathetic expression from Seungbin he added, "But we have another couple days at least."

"I've been running with her everyday still! Sometimes people recognize us!" The American Gabriel said excitedly, "She's been giving out pawtagraphs." The pun had been a joke between him and Guerin but had become recognized fandom canon when he had let it slip in a vlive.

"Did Jackson ever make an appointment with you?" Minhwan asked suddenly, remembering his Sunbae reaching out to him.

"Yes he did, and his puppy is super adorable, we should absolutely schedule a playdate with MinNao and Eneoji." Guerin gushed.

"I haven't seen him in a while. It would be nice to see him again." Byoungjin said, happy at the prospect of meeting up with his fellow trainee.

"I met a few other people you guys know too. Mark Tuan and JB." Guerin said, though she opted to leave out that she had just gotten breakfast with the latter to avoid too many questions, "JB even came to see Mihi fly."

"I've head of JB. Doesn't he produce under the name Defsoul?" Tobio asked curiously.

"Yes, he helped me learn music composition and arrangement." Byoungjin answered, "How is he?" He turned to Guerin and she faltered.

"Ahh... we... he is nice but we kinda had a disagreement recently." She said honestly.

"What happened? Noona are you okay?" Seungbin sat up protectively.

"Yes I'm fine. He apologized." Guerin said, touched by the fifteen-year-old's reaction as she pinched his cheek, causing him to pout slightly.

"I'm not that surprised. JB was always a little hot headed." Minhwan frowned.

Guerin was shocked, "Hot headed? I would never have described him that way. I thought he was fairly laid back, even cute sometimes."

"Cute?" Minhwan coughed out a laugh, "Im Jaebeom? He hated aegyo!"

"No I dont mean aegyo." Guerin couldn't help but laugh at the idea of JB attempting full blown aegyo, "But he has... cute mannerisms? Like he puffs out his cheeks when he is thinking, or scrunches up his face when he teases, or plays up certain emotions when he gets excited." She tried to explain.

Byoungjin was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. You just described him very well." Byoungjin shrugged, clearly not telling the full truth.

"Yeah he had some of that too but he used to get mad and blow up a lot." Minhwan explained, "If he thought someone was being disrespectful, wasting time, not trying hard enough..." Minhwan flinched, "It wasn't fun being on the receiving end of that."

"I never would have guessed." Guerin said.

"Did you get yelled at a lot, Hyung?" Gabriel asked leader Minhwan, a slight cheeky quality to the inquiry.

"No, you rude punk." Minhwan answered back with even more sass, "But JB would have destroyed you. If you aren't careful I'll call him in to teach you a lesson." He threatened playfully, giving the younger man a couple pokes to the ribs, causing Gabriel to giggle and flinch away.

"JB had a rough childhood. His birth father wasn't a good person and he suffered for it. He talked about trying to change it. He was aware and he didn't want to be the kind of man that hurt his mom." Byoungjin said seriously. Minhwan and Gabriel looked chagrined. Everyone was quiet, unsure of what to say. Guerin processed the new information carefully, adding a bit more understanding to JB's personality.

"He must be working hard. It's not easy to overcome that kind of trauma." Tobio unexpectedly said. He wasn't as talkative as the others but when he did he had a habit of poignancy. The others nodded thoughtfully.

"What did you two fight about?" Seungbin asked suddenly.

"Oh... it's so embarrassing." Guerin hid her face in Eneoji's fur.

"Noonaaaaa, tell us!" Seungbin plied, pushing her gently and using full aegyo to get her to answer. She tried to avoid looking at him but he was too powerful.

"Okay fine." She pushed Seungbin away as he grinned in triumph and Gabriel cackled.

"He... asked me to sing a song he wrote." She said quietly.

"He asked you to sing?" Gabriel was floored.

"Noona we told you that you have a nice singing voice." Minhwan boasted. They had all spent time around her so they had heard her many times.

"Yeah but I'm not a professional. It's just for fun." She felt like she had to keep repeating it.

"Maybe he likes you." Gabriel said, then adding in English, "-likes you- likes you. Y'know?"

"Gabriel!" She said astonished, "Minhwan I can't reach, would you shove him for me."

"I don't know, he might have a point." Minhwan shrugged, trying not to laugh.

"Well he better not." Seungbin said making a face, "Noona you deserve someone nice."

"Don't speak ill of people you haven't met." Tobio scolded the youngest gently. Seungbin apologized and ducked his head. Guerin smiled fondly at the well intentioned boy before she caught another thoughtful expression on Byoungjin, who quickly blanked his face as soon as their eyes met. She didn't have a chance to question him before Minhwan changed the subject to talk about Mark and Jackson too and she forgot to bring it up again until after she had left.

"Charlie-ssi, have you eaten yet?" Jinyoung asked, coming up beside his favorite producer as she pored over a thick stack of notes.

"No, not yet..." she answered, distracted.

"That's silly, it's our meal break. Come eat with me." He said, taking a step back and gesturing toward the food truck that had been sent by his costars friends.

She glanced up, feeling regretful at having to say no to such a handsome man asking her to join him for a meal, "I can't, I want to finish this first. Besides, I'm on a diet, I wasn't going to eat anyway."

Jinyoung looked offended, "A diet?" He repeated blankly.

"Yeah, I've put on some weight and being around all these beautiful actors..." she trailed off realizing she might be oversharing.

Jinyoung shook his head disapprovingly, "Ridiculous. You're beautiful the way you are." He turned to walk away, muttering, "A diet."

She was frozen for a moment. Did Park Jinyoung just call her beautiful? She shook her head. It was probably just lip service. Still, it was disappointing not being able to eat with him. But she had eaten and drunk so much last night, she was feeling positively bloated. Shaking her head once more she turned back to her notes.

A few minutes later a plate of chicken with vegetable sides and half a cupcake was placed on the table in front of her. Looking up she saw Jinyoung settling in the chair next to her, holding a similar looking plate with the other half of the cupcake. She watched him in surprise as he nonchalantly settled in, picking up his chopsticks before meeting her gaze.

"Skipping meals is unhealthy. You should take care of your body and feed it well." His genuine smile made her heart race and she blinked to get her bearings. His smile turned slightly more mischievous as he reached over to break off a piece of cupcake with his chopsticks and raise it to her lips, "but a little treat every now and then is good too."

It took her a moment but she responded by opening her mouth and taking the bite, blushing and quickly looking around to see if anyone had seen. Jinyoungs smile took over his whole face, eyes crinkling as he turned happily back to his own meal. Charlie smiled too, then set aside her notes to dig in as well, talking with him as a few more crew members joined them at the table creating happy chatter during their break.

Guerin had met up with Jackson and MinNao for another training session, this one focusing on loose leash walking. Jackson and his puppy were both eager to learn and absorbed information, putting it into practice readily. The two humans chatted about training theory as they walked but it devolved into general chatter and joking around.

"Oh, why don't we get a coffee? MinNao can practice being calm and greeting people." Guerin suggested suddenly as they passed a shop with outdoor seating.

Jackson beamed, "That sounds great!"

"Go ahead and get seated. I'll order inside." Guerin pointed to a table on the patio.

"Wait, take my card." Jackson started to reach for his wallet.

"Nope! It's on me!" Guerin grinned and skipped away from him through the doors, ignoring his protests. He was left to make his way to the patio with his rotund red puppy. It wasn't long before Guerin reappeared with two iced Americanos, placing one in front of a pouty Jackson as she settled across from him.

"Oh MinNao, yes, I missed you too." Guerin cooed at the puppy who had begun wiggling as soon as she was back in sight, pointedly ignoring the sulking man. Jackson squinted his eyes petulantly, reaching over to his drink for a sip, not looking away. Once Guerin sat back she couldnt help but giggle at Jackson's exaggerated mood.

"Oh come on," she protested with a laugh, "Can't I buy a friend a coffee?" She returned his pout playing up the cuteness as much as possible.

Jackson let out his trademark high pitched squeal "Cuuuuute!" He exclaimed, leaning back and crossing his arms over himself defensively, dimples showing from his grin. Guerin couldn't help but laughing at his adorable reaction. The two continued their banter, intermittently reinforcing and playing with MinNao until during a lull Jackson changed the subject.

"Did you ever end up talking to JB again?"

Guerin took a moment, piecing together how she wanted to phrase the experience, "Yeah... he actually apologized. He seemed really genuinely upset with himself."

"What happened?" Jackson leaned forward curiously.

"It happened the same night we went out." She paused, "It sounds weird but he ended up at my apartment, drunk. He was really upset and apologizing a lot. I didn't feel comfortable sending him away that drunk so I let him pass out on the couch."

Jackson had no poker face. He sat back, looking disgruntled, "He spent the night?"

Guerin immediately tried to clarify, "Yeah but he was just passed out on the couch. It wasn't like... that." She floundered, "The next morning he didn't even remember but he bought us breakfast and apologized properly." Jackson still had an odd expression on his face so she tried to move on, unsure of how to phrase the scenario any better, "He actually asked me to try recording again."

"What did you say?" Jackson asked.

"I told him I'd try it." She felt strangely guilty admitting it so she avoided Jacksons gaze by focusing on taking a sip on her drink. Jackson floundered for a moment. He didn't want Guerin to set herself up for hurt again but JB was a close friend.

"If he apologized then he'll be better this time." He said, nodding resolutely, "You can trust him."

Guerin was relieved with Jacksons understanding. Him vouching for JB's character set her more at ease, "Thanks Jackson. It feels good to hear you say that." She smiled softly at him.

He beamed back at her before changing his expression to overdone disapproval to match his scolding tone, "But you don't have to let just anyone stay at your house overnight. You should be more careful!"

She laughed in shock, "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in English, "Nothing happened! It was nothing!" She said defensively.

"Still. It looks bad. Next time send him home." He said petulantly.

"Whatever." She said in English again, tsking at his attitude dismissively. They argued playfully for a bit before the conversation flowed naturally in another direction.

JB and Jackson met for dinner later that evening. They caught up with light chatter about their current projects and Jacksons upcoming schedules in China. Their discussion was light and friendly, with a lot of laughter from the both of them.

"Guerin agreed to try recording for my new song." JB brought up amidst their discussion of projects.

"Hyung." Jackson said suddenly. JB looked up at Jackson while reaching for a bite of food, "You need to be nice to her this time." Jackson added seriously. JB hesitated, remembering seeing Jackson hugging Guerin after his blow up.

"Ah..." he didn't know what to say so he shoved some food in his mouth as he thought. Jackson waited. "I was wrong that time. I was a jerk. I won't do it again." He said resolutely.

"And you shouldn't spend the night at her house either." Jackson added seriously. JB looked at his friend with wide eyes, shocked.

"I saw Guerin today. She said you came over to apologize." Jackson said, "I know you meant well... but... I told you before I like her. So I don't like you staying there overnight."

JB finished chewing and swallowed, "Ah... about that..." Jackson looked at him inquisitively, "I didn't say anything before. I thought I could give it up. But I like Guerin too." He looked ashamed, "I tried to distance myself and I got upset and I took it out on her. So I decided I need to be honest with both of you. I'm sorry I wasn't honest from the beginning."

Jackson couldn't hide his surprise. A variety of emotions passed across his face rendered uncharacteristically speechless. JB waited patiently for him to recover. After a few moments Jackson looked resolute, "We can't help how we feel. Neither of us own Guerin or have a right. Regardless, you're my precious friend and nothing is going to change that."

"Waaahhhh." JB said, impressed. He offered his hand to his friend which Jackson took and they shook fondly, "That was cool." They grinned at each other.

"I'm still going to confess." Jackson said, widening his eyes and locking eyes with JB who chuckled at his friends comical expression.

"Yeah. I think I will too." JB responded.

"Don't spend the night at her house again though." Jackson pouted at JB.

"I can't promise that." JB said breaking the seriousness, turning his gaze to food and reaching for another bite.

"Hyunggg." Jackson caught onto the shift in the mood as he whined, "Don't be like this."

"Like what?" JB played innocent, chewing and opening his arms questioningly.

"Hyuuuunnngggg...." Jackson whined more, pouting with his full body, causing JB to laugh loudly and offer the barely younger man a bite of food to satiate his sulk.

"Thanks for helping me pick out some new makeup." Charlie smiled at Mark. The two of them were meandering toward the famous makeup district in Seoul.

"It's no problem! I don't have a shoot today and I like spending time with you." He responded with a smile, but had to look away at the last part shyly. Charlie blushed, unsure of how he intended the message but she was flattered regardless.

"I usually do really simple makeup but with our wrap party soon I wanted something a bit more flashy. I figured, you're a model, you might know what you're doing." She shrugged.

Mark laughed, "Well I usually have makeup done to me but lucky you I can do some as well."

The pair entered a shop and meandered through, with Mark making suggestions and offering feedback on Charlie's questions.

"I don't know if that color would look good on me..." she said dubiously eyeing sparkly purple eyeshadow.

"Sure it will. Pair it with this lighter shade, it'll complement your hair well and go with your pink contacts." He pushed. When she continued looking doubtful he pouted at her, "You said you wanted a bolder look, don't you trust me? You should at least try it."

"Okay... I'll try it." Charlie gave in to his cute expression.

Mark beamed, causing her heart to race. He really had an unnecessarily beautiful face. An unnecessarily beautiful everything. She blinked to clear her thoughts as he grabbed the sample eyeshadows. She reached to out to take them from him but he pulled away.

"I'll do it, so you can see what I mean." Mark said. Charlie hesitated then dropped her hand.

"Okay..." She couldn't think of a reason to not let him and just hoped she could cope with proximity.

"Close your eyes." He instructed as he opened the first shade. She obeyed and tried not to flinch as he applied the colors and blended them together. It felt like forever. He was so close his breath would wash across her face and neck. His touches were gentle but precise. Her mind wanted to wander but she locked that down as best she could. "Okay." He said finally.

Charlie's eyes fluttered open, she was surprised to still see him so close to her. He studied his handiwork then nodded, looking into her eyes with a proud close lipped smile, "It looks great on you."

She felt herself blushing again and turned away quickly with the pretense of finding a mirror. Locating one quickly she looked in and gasped, "Oh, wow that does look really cool."

"Thanks." Mark stepped up behind her, still looking proud.

"Alright I'll get these then." She nodded but avoided his gaze.

"Let's find a lip color to go with it. Maybe something more neutral..." Mark said thoughtfully before turning and wandering toward the lip section. Charlie took a couple breaths before following after him.

"Boy Howdy do I got news." Guerin said, slipping into the chair across the table from her friend. The two of them often defaulted to English when speaking with each other. Charlie looked up, from her coffee. She and Mark had gone their separate ways not too long ago. She had, of course, removed the makeup before leaving the shop.

"Same." Charlie sighed in response, leaning her head on her hand as she frowned at her friend.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Guerin leaned forward expectantly, curious about the news.

"I might be imagining things..." Charlie started, then fidgeted as she tried to piece together what to say, "Probably just wishful thinking..." she trailed off again.

"Spit it out!" Guerin urged, tapping the table to snap her friend back to attention.

Charlie groaned and covered her face, "I'm just thinking ugh! So... I think I have feelings."

"Oooohhhhhh?!" Guerin sat up with a grin and wiggled excitedly, "Who is the lucky person?"

"That's the problem. Well. One of them..." she started to trail off again before she caught Guerin's gaze again and forced herself to spit out, "I think I like two people. I think I like Jinyoung and Mark..." Guerin grinned and let out an appreciative sound but Charlie continued, "And I think... they might like me? But I'm not sure. And like... what could two such handsome men see in someone like me? I must be imagining it."

Guerin scoffed, "Yeah, what could two men see in a smart, fun, sweet, beautiful, strong woman like yourself. Absolutely ridiculous." The sarcasm couldn't have been laid on thicker.

Charlie forced one corner of her mouth up into what was supposed to be a smile but was more like a disbelieving grimace, "Thanks..."

"Don't you give me that face. Give yourself some credit. You don't have to believe everything I said, even if it IS the truth. But you have a lot of excellent qualities. What's not to like?" Guerin argued.

"Come on, maybe for an average person. But these guys are surrounded by incredibly beautiful people all the time. I am so plain in comparison. I barely wear makeup and my standard is hoodies and jeans." Charlie looked increasingly despondent as she spoke.

Guerin frowned, "You might not be a movie star but give these guys some credit. Hopefully anyone you like would be decent enough to not measure a person's worth by how glamorous they can be." Charlie still didn't look convinced, "Listen I can't make you believe me. I haven't met Jinyoung but I did meet Mark. I might have been having a bad night but even I could tell, ya boi was into ya."

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at her friends earnest and goofy way of speaking. "If you say so." She suddenly looked up, determined, "Speaking of! Any news on that front?"

"Oh, yeah. Geez." Guerin launched into the explanation of JB coming over drunk that same night. At first she told the same edited version she had told Jackson but after finishing she hesitated.

"Well it's good that he apologized." Charlie narrowed her eyes at her friends expression, "Guerin you have no poker face. What are you hiding?"

Guerin laughed nervously, "I uh... well... while he was drunk... it kinda sounded like he was confessing feelings too."

It was Charlie's turn to coo at the juicy gossip. Guerin waved her hand dismissively, "Don't get excited. When he woke up he didn't say it again. He didn't even remember."

"Mmhmm." Charlie said, sipping her coffee like Hyungwon. Guerin rolled her eyes, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "Sounds like you've got a love triangle."

"What? With who?" Guerin gasped.

"JB and Jackson." Charlie said in a sing song voice.

"Oh stop. JB was drunk and Jackson is friendly with everyone." Guerin shook her head.

"Mmhmm." She made another point of sipping her coffee with emphasis. "You make a big production of how every man should be in love with me and you can't even notice a puppy begging for attention and a drunk confession. Come on."

Guerin could understand her perspective but still found it unbelievable. She didn't voice her thoughts again.

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when it rains, it pours

Title: when it rains, it pours

Rating: T

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: none

Summary/Notes:

The Legends stopped being Legends 18 months ago. That left everyone to either resume or find civilian lives. For Nora Darhk, figuring out civilian life has been more than difficult. And that's how she ends up on Ray Palmer's doorstep in the pouring rain asking for a place to crash for the night. Only she gets something more. Something she's always wanted.

There will be an epilogue posted sometime tomorrow!

As per usual I blame these following hooligans: @princesstomaz, @timetravelingpalmer, @superstitious19, @jakelovesamy, @truelittleblackstar, and @iaintnosidekick.

ao3 link: here

The small awning above his front door was the only shelter that had been provided for her for the past four blocks. She had seen lights on and rang the doorbell a few times but no answer. And of all the things she was worried about, Ray just not being home wasn't one of them. She had fully expected to come all this way from the shelter to find a woman answering the door. She’d ask to see Ray and then Nora would zero in on the rock on the woman’s finger. She wouldn’t be the least bit surprised in the year and a half since she had seen Ray Palmer that he would have found someone and settled down. Just like he had always wanted.

They’d sit across from each other on his bed eating some healthy meal he had prepared, talking about life and what it would look like if they ever stopped being Legends. She wanted to subtly, not so subtly hint that any time she thought about life after the Legends, she always pictured him by her side. But she always chickened out when it came to verbalizing that.

The day they stopped being Legends came a lot sooner than any one of them ever thought. They had literally been to hell and back together as a team but that didn’t mean their story was over. But one bad temporal storm put the Waverider out of commission indefinitely, and then permanently when the Time Bureau was absorbed into governmental agencies, both secret and public.

Before being completely dissolved Nora and a few others (Zari and Charlie) had been given modern day identification papers, that way no one would question any of them if they needed to get a job or a place to live. Given that Darhk was a pretty distinct last name, all of her papers said Nora Adams, after her mother’s last name. But inside, she was still a Darhk, they couldn’t take that away from her, no matter what silly little papers said. She had gone from wanting to completely get away from the legacy her father left behind, to vehemently preserving her personal history. To hold onto some semblance of identity she had created for herself as Nora Darhk after no longer being a demon vessel.

She rung the doorbell a fourth time and finally the door opened. Her breath left her. He hadn’t changed a bit. His hair was a bit shorter but other than that, he was still her Ray. Well, he’d never technically been hers. No matter how many times she had dreamed he one day would be.

“Nora?” He looked past her into the raging thunderstorm outside. He was hard to hear over the rain and the water draining off the awning. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I crash for the night? I just… I really need a place to stay.”

Within ten minutes she’d changed out of her sopping wet clothes and into a large navy blue shirt with an art festival’s logo on the front and she definitely had noticed the Palmer Tech logo on the back under the sponsors. She’d also been given sweatpants too large for her, they dragged the floor a bit and she had to roll the waistband up a few times but both articles of clothing were dry and that was all that mattered. She used the towel she’d initially dried off with to squeeze the excess water out of her hair. When she returned to Ray’s living room, she saw him stoking the fireplace.

“Thanks for the clothes,” she said quietly.

Ray turned around, almost shocked to see her there, in the flesh, after eighteen months of radio silence. “You would’ve caught a cold staying in the wet ones. I went ahead and put them in the wash so they’ll be clean, I hope that’s okay.”

Nora smiled at his gesture. Always wanting to look out for people. “Totally fine.” She walked further into his living room. “Sorry to barge in like this… I probably scared your family.” She looked towards the stairs where his family had no doubt been instructed to wait while he saw who was the impatient intruder.

Ray shook his head with a sad smiled. “I don’t have a family. I mean I have my mom and my brother and his wife and my nephews but I’m not married.”

“I guess that’s why you gave me your clothes to put on and not your wife’s.”

“Cause I don’t have one.” Ray picked up a mug and offered it to her. She took the calming tea and let the warmth from the mug bloom across her hands and up her arms, right into her cheeks, to mask the fact that she was so incredibly torn by the fact that Ray had not in fact settled down quite in the way she thought.

They sat across from each other on the couch, cross legged, much like they had when they’d sit on his bed and eat dinner on the Waverider. The ghost of the memory caused Nora to shiver and Ray reached for the knitted throw that was on the back of the couch and gently draped it around her.

“So you’ve got a house in the suburbs of Star City but no Christmas card Palmer family inside it?”

“I don’t live totally alone.” Ray whistled and Nora heard a thumping from above her, she looked up at the sound of the noise which quickly traveled over to the stairs until the pitter patter of paws barreled down the stairs and over to her, nearly knocking her tea out of her hand.

“Whoa boy, let’s not scare our friend here.” Ray gently tugged the large goldendoodle over to him and scratched him between his ears. “Nora, meet Chewbacca, or I usually just call him Chewie.”

Nora smiled and hesitantly reached out to pet the pooch between his ears. He leaned into the pet and smiled up at Nora. “Hey boy… you’re as hyper and friendly as your dad I see.”

“I got Chewie about six months after I moved here. It was lonely without well an extra eight people constantly stomping around. Chewie can sometimes make about that much noise so, it’s a welcome comfort.”

“At least you don’t have to share a bathroom with him.” She smirked and took a sip of her tea.

Ray chuckled. “Yeah, that’s definitely the biggest benefit to living off the Waverider.”

“For some.” Nora looked down at her mug and watched the steam swirl in the cup.

Ray placed a hand on her arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Do you want the long answer or the short one?” She looked up at him, she had learned long ago how to open up to him but a lot could change in 18 months, and if he didn't want to hear all of it anymore, she'd understand.

“Long, if you need to get it all out, Nora, do it. I’m here.” Ray rubbed her bicep comfortingly.

“The Bureau, before they were dissolved, set me up with basically any type of I.D. I’d ever need which is good and it no longer says I was born in 2003 on my driver’s license and they also gave me money to get started because they knew not all of us had lives to just resume. Me and Charlie and Zari all had an apartment on the south side of Star City but they got married and I had to find a place and because it was down to just me and I didn’t trust anyone else to live with, the money ran out. I can’t exactly put ‘demon vessel’ on a resume and I don’t really have the best temperament so working somewhere in like a retail environment… let’s just say it would be worse than Sara’s stint at “Shower, Sink, and Stuff”. I’ve been hopping from homeless shelter to homeless shelter for the past four months.”

Ray paled. “Nora… why didn’t you come find me at Palmer Tech? I would’ve given you a job. Even a job in mailroom would put a roof over your head. I make sure every one of my employees can provide for themselves.”

“I don’t really have the skills to warrant working at a tech company. I can hack computers but I really don’t think you want that.” Nora shook her head. “Besides, I don’t want a hand out. I can take care of myself.”

“Can you? I don’t mean that to say you’re an invalid but I think sometimes, part of taking care of ourselves is knowing when to ask for help. If you don’t have anywhere to go, you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”

“It’s a big enough house.” She chuckled.

“My hopes and dreams were a bit ambitious when I first left the Waverider. Picking back up at Palmer Tech wasn’t really all that hard. But my family still doesn’t really talk to me and Team Arrow is more than capable to continue doing the superhero thing without me and honestly? Seeing Felicity and Oliver and their growing family would've just been too hard.”

“Because you wanted that.”

“Maybe I wanted it with Felicity for a very short time but she was honestly such a blip in my love life. I’ve kind of given up on thinking someone would want me for the long haul, ya know?”

Nora placed her hand over his. “Don’t give up hope. The person that deserves Ray Palmer needs to have solved world hunger or something. She’s out there, Ray, I promise.”

Ray took in a deep breath, looking like he was gearing up to say something a few different times, but losing his nerve. He finally looked down at their hands, and tangled their fingers together.

“I know our lives are going in two different directions but… I feel like… you should know… I had feelings for you at one point. But I never wanted to pressure you into something you didn’t feel. You’ve had enough of your choices taken away and I…”

“I had feelings for you too.” Nora swallowed hard. She wanted to tell him how she still did. But his had probably faded, and like him, she didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t feel.

“You did?”

Nora nodded. “But I was saving you the heartbreak of having to deal with someone so broken. I’m not exactly the easiest to get along with.”

“I always felt so much more at ease talking to you than I did any of the other Legends.”

“That’s cause I was your little pet project. Operation Turn Her Good.”

“That’s not why. And you weren’t my pet project, you were my friend. You are my friend, Nora.”

“And being with me would just be holding you back… I’m just old broken baggage, Ray.”

“You’re not… Nora you’re… I didn’t…”

“You should be having this full life, Ray. I know that looks different for everyone but you told me so many times what that would look like for you.”

“But when I stopped being a Legend, yes I did want to settle down and have a family but the person that I pictured all that with? I didn’t see her anymore so I just didn’t even try to find it with someone else.”

“Doesn’t mean you want me now. Or should for that matter.” Nora sat her mug on the coffee table and stood up. “I’ll umm…” She scratched her head. “I’ll come back for my clothes tomorrow… I’ll find a laundromat to wash these in or something… I’m sorry, I should go.” Nora made her way to the door and was nearly reaching for the doorknob when she felt a hand tug her back. Ready to fight Ray (verbally) to get him to give up, realize she wasn’t worth it, she turned around, and was instead met with his lips.

And her resolve to fight him completely shattered.

Nora wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up to kiss her better. Nora wrapped her legs around his waist and soon Nora felt her back press against the front door. She felt the vibrations of the storm raging outside against her back and it only fueled her need to keep herself as glued to Ray Palmer’s body as possible.

Ray pulled back briefly for air. “I do want you now. You’re the only person I want this life with.” He pressed their foreheads together.

“I want you too.” She pulled back a little to look his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Ray kissed her again, moving them from the door, to up the stairs, and up to Ray’s bedroom.

xxxx

Nora wasn’t sure where she was. Whatever mattress she was laying on was far more comfortable than any she’d slept on since the Waverider. Nora went to bury her face into the pillow but was met by the warm bare chest of Ray Palmer. Nora looked up and finally realized where she was.

She looked down at their state and smiled. She curled into him further and he tightened his arms around her. Nora rested her head on his chest, letting his heartbeat fill her ear. Soon she felt fingers trace up and down her bare spine and she looked back up at Ray to see that he was indeed awake.

“Mornin’ handsome.” Nora grinned and leaned in to kiss him softly.

“Good morning.” He smiled.

“Did last night really happen?”

“You tell me.” He tugged the sheet down slightly to expose them to the cool air.

Nora gasped in feigned offense and dragged the covers back up over them. She moved off him, she'd been half laying on his body, and instead curled up next to him on her own side of the bed, facing him.

Ray ran a hand up and down her arm. “How are you?”

“I’m laying in bed with a man I harbored feelings for, for nearly two years, and he loves me back. I feel pretty amazing.” She grinned goofily and buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment.

“That man is taking you in as well.”

“Ray…”

“If you don’t want to live here, not sure why, all the beds are this comfortable.” He made her grin at his comment. “Then at least let me find you a job at Palmer Tech so you can get your own place.”

“Not going to just buy me an apartment?”

Ray chuckled. “I can if you want me to.” He grinned.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” She poked him in the chest. “But you know what… I think I would like to stay here. Right here. In this bed.”

“Really?” Ray swallowed hard, inferring her more than just joking implications.

“Really.” Nora pulled him in for a kiss. “I wanna stay here forever with you.” She pressed their foreheads together. “And I don’t want to waste any more time.”

#darhkatom #ray palmer #nora darhk #fanfic #mine #idk why this came to me #but here it is

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she-is-tim · 5 years

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Neighbours AU part 6 Self control

Lucas is a young, exhausted musician who just tries to relax, while Eliott is the overexcited, dubstep loving artist who lives next door.

Aka Lucas confronts his annoying neighbour who turns out to be gorgeous

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Saturday 17:46

Eliott was resting on the couch, smoking cigarette, not weed this time, since just accross him were sitting Lucille in the armchair. She came to check on him since he didn’t texted her after the party at all. Eliott was feeling better than ever in his life, he was dating with Lucas since a few days only, but it was just so perfect. They spent Thrusday night and Friday morning together, but then his sweet pianist had to work, so they separated.

Now Lucas was at a concert, he was preparing for it all morning, playing soft melodies while Eliott sat on the couch in Lucas’ apartment, doodling in his sketchbook. It was such a perfect moment, Eliott wanted to stay like that forever.

Now he was in his own apartment, far away from his lovely partner. Of course Lucas invited him, but he told him that he has a new project coming up, so he needs to work on that today to have more free time on sunday. It was a lie, obviously. He couldn’t go to crowded places like cinema, theatres, concerts, other events. It made his anxiety worse.

“What’s up with you? You look like a kid that lost his favorite toy.” Lucille said, slowly taking a sip of her beer. She looked pretty like always, wearing a white shirt with black flowers on it, tight, dark jeans, her hair was curly and shiny, her nails painted light pink.

“Nothing.” Eliott mumbled, blowing out a big cloud of smoke. “I’m okay.”

“Eliott, I know you more than anyone. I can tell when something is bothering you.” she said seriously and put the bottle on the coffee table between them, crossing her legs and arms. Eliott sighed, putting his cigarette in the ashtray, sitting up.

“I’m dating someone. Are you happy now?” he said annoyed, he hated how Lucille was acting around him, but he really needed this sometimes. A caring friend making sure that Eliott is not suffering alone.

“Someone... Please tell me it’s not the guy from next door.” she said on a worrying tone, making a weird face when Eliott frowned. “For god’s sake, Eliott. Don’t you remember what happened last time you liked a guy?” her tone was a bit angry now, which made the boy angry too, he sat up, staring into his friend’s face.

“I am not your boyfriend, nor your child, Lucille.” he said seriously, his eyes were shooting sparks. “This is MY fucking life, If I wanna mess it up again, then so be it.” he said a bit louder than he wanted, but he had to make sure Lucille gets the message.

“Yeah, sure.” she said on an arrogant voice. “I’m pretty positive that he knows about your illness, your insecurities. I bet he knows well how to handle you on the bad days.” her words were like venom, crawling under Eliott’s skin, poisoning his blood. He didn’t say anything, just lit another cigarette, inhaling the hot smoke, then letting it out, closing his eyes in the process.

“I’ll tell him, I just need time.” he said it after long minutes of silence. Lucille rolled her eyes, grabbing the beer again to drink. “What would you expect me to do?” he asked angrily. “Start the first meeting with ‘Hey, I’m Eliott, I am an illustrator, I like dubstep and oh, sometimes I have so bad anxiety attacks that I end up in hospital’?” his voice was harsh both because of his anger and the cigarette he was smoking.

“Maybe that would be the best.” she mumbled.

“No, Lucille. I don’t want anyone to see me as a sick person and pity me for that shit! I want Lucas to like me because of me. To see the person behind the illness.” he explained, tears forming in his eyes now. He hated to be like this, having such bad anxiety, mixed with some panic attacks. He wanted to be normal, or at least just feel normal. He couldn’t have that with Lucille, that’s why they broke up, but maybe it can work with Lucas.

“I’m sorry.” Lucille said softly, putting down the empty beer bottle, grabbing Eliott’s hand softly. “I’m sure he will like you a lot. I mean you are annoying as hell, but if he stayed after hearing that terrible music you listen to every day, I’m sure nothing will scare him away.” she said softly, kissing Eliott’s cheek. The boy smiled softly, leaning his head on Lucille’s shoulder. He couldn’t wish for a better friend.

Sunday 10:34

Lucas had to crawl out of his warm bed, making sure he gets ready before his beautiful partner comes over. They were planning to have lunch together, Lucas insisted on cooking himself before Eliott could offer the same. He never ever wanted to eat anything that was made by him. He might have been a real angel, a talented artist, but he was a terrible cook.

He grabbed his phone to check on messages before going to the bathroom. He had to take a shower, brush his teeth, style his hair a little. He wanted to look perfect, since his date was basically a demigod. He only got a few messages, mostly from the boys, congratulating to the successful concert last night. They weren’t big fans of classical music, but they were there on every concert of Lucas if they could.

From Yann: So, how are things going with you and Eliott? You gonna introduce him to us? It’s time to wake up, Lulu.

He laughed at the stupid messages from his best friend, but he had to check the other messages too, before answering. He got a message from a member of the orchestra, he ignored that, but he jumped a little when he saw the message from his mother. She rarely texted him, due to her mental state. She was taken care by a professional, but it always made Lucas feel guilty that he couldn’t take care of her on his own. She was really problematic, her delusions and breakdowns made Lucas’ teenage life harder than it should be. Now he just tried to live his life, forgetting the problem of his family.

From Mom: In my dreams I saw a creature with horns, taking you into the depths. Never follow the path of the darkness, light can’t wander off, or it will be lost forever.

Lucas sighed, he didn’t reply to that one, his mom often sent him nonsense messages like this, especially when he was younger and she didn’t get proper medications. He shook his head, focusing himself on reading the last message he got while sleeping. It was from Eliott, he sent it at 3:45. Lucas rolled his eyes, knowing that his partner were not much of a sleeper during night time.

From Eliott: I’m looking forward to our date today. Should I bring some alcohol? Maybe a joint?

Lucas couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, seeing Eliott’s silly and basically useless messages. They made no sense, but they showed to Lucas how much Eliott was excited and eager to meet up. It was less than 24 hours since they last met, but it felt like a lifetime to both of them.

To Eliott: You could bring some champagne, no smoking today. I wanna enjoy this date without getting high

From Eliott: You woke up? Good morning!

Lucas chuckled and put down his phone now. Eliott was such a dork sometimes, but he loved that. He walked to the bathroom, taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair. He was almost done, when he heard music, coming from the living room. He dressed up, walked there, but it was actually coming from the other side of the wall. Eliott was listening to Skrillex, at 10:50. Lucas laughed and walked to the kitchen, preparing to cook. He kinda liked this silly music now, it was fast, weird and chaotic, just like Eliott.

He was making food to whatever music Eliott was listening to. It felt like the wall between their apartments was gone and they just stood there, in front of each other, dancing to the music like they are carefree teenagers again. Lucas had such a wide smirk on his face, it was hurting, but he couldn’t stop himself. This was the very first time he felt so free and happy, all thanks to this goofball next door.

He finished cooking a little after 12:17. He tried to make a healthy, but tasy meal. Unlike Eliott, he was trying not to poison his crush. He put the steamed vegetables in a bowl, the roasted chicken on a plate, the well-cooked rice was already on the table, looking delicious. He put two plates and cutlery, making sure it looked perfect like in those cooking shows. He also put wine glasses next to the plates, fighting back the urge to look for a fancy candle. That would be too much and also would make no sense, since it’s the middle of the day.

He looked at the table victoriously, enjoying the perfection of his hard work, before looking for his phone to text Eliott. He asked him before if he had any type of food allergies, so at least he didn’t had to worry about that part when cooking.

To Eliott: You can come in 5 minutes, door is open

Lucas smiled and put his phone on the kitchen counter, making sure it’s on mute. He didn’t wanted to be interrupted by his friends this time. He walked to his bedroom, changing his casual clothes to a bit more fancy ones. He put on tight, navy blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He was holding a black suit for a few minutes, thinking if he should put it on or not, but he rejected the idea. They were home, he didn’t had to look so fancy.

He was so distracted by dressing up that he was still fixing his stupid shirt when the front door opened. His heart was racing as he basically ran out of the bedroom to the living room, facing with the most beautiful person on this earth. His hair seemed to be shorter, maybe he cut it himself, but it still looked perfectly chaotic. He was wearing grey jeans like always, a blue t-shirt with a raccoon on it and an opened denim shirt on top, just to make himself look like a full 3 course meal. Lucas stopped breathing for a second when Eliott smiled at him.

“You look beautiful.” he said with a soft smile. Lucas just noticed the champagne bottle in his hand as he raised it. “I got us some drink.” he said proudly.

“Yeah, cool.” Lucas mumbled, licking his lips, still staring at Eliott.

“You like what you see?” he asked with a triumphant smile. He obviously enjoyed how speechless Lucas was. The boy tried to collect his tought and imaginary slapped his face a few times for making himself look like a complete idiot in front of Eliott.

“Anyways, let’s go to the kitchen.” he said, ignoring Eliott’s question and grabbed his arm gently, leading him to the kitchen where the food was waiting for them.

Eliott smiled brightly when he saw all the deliciousness Lucas made just for them. It made him extremely happy that someone cared for him this much. He obviously had dinner dates before, but no one’s ever done anything like this for him. He smiled at Lucas and without hesitation, planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“You are incredible.” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss.

“I wanted to impress you.” Lucas mumbled, his cheeks turning a bit red because of the flattering words.

“Mission complete.” Eliott smirked. “I’m gonna open this.” he said, still holding into the champagne bottle, looking for a bottle opener in the drawers.

Lucas couldn’t believe how confidently Eliott was moving around in his apartment, like he was living here too. He liked to see him look around, then happily opening the bottle with a loud popping sound. He smirked at Lucas, walking to the table to pour champagne in the glasses.

“You know, I should be the one serving you, not the other way around.” Lucas said with a soft smile, he didn’t mean to complain, he actually enjoyed Eliott’s enthusiasm.

“I can’t just sit around and watch you do everything. You worked so hard to make this amazing food for me. I gotta thank you somehow.” he said seriously, putting down the bottle in the middle of the table.

“I think that kiss was more than enough for me.” he said smiling, walking to Eliott and stroking his face. “I never had the chance to do this for anyone actually. I’m happy that you like it.”

Eliott looked into his eyes, all kinds of emotion running through his body at the same time. He cupped Lucas’ face gently, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, taking in all the beauty this boy had. He wanted to enjoy this moments, every single moment he got to spend with Lucas before all goes to shit, because it happens every single time. It’s just the way it is. He wasn’t normal, he was ill, problematic, not worth the effort. But right now in this blessed moment he could be normal, he could be a man in love without being afraid of what happens the next moment.

He leant down, pressing his lips on Lucas’, starting a gentle kiss, still holding his face in his hands. Lucas slowly wrapped his arms around Eliott’s waist, pulling him closer, opening his mouth to let that curious tongue inside. Then all went wild, in the next moment, Lucas was sitting on the kitchen counter, with opened legs, Eliott standing inbetween them, kissing him deeply, while his hands were in Lucas’ hair. He had no idea when his partner put him up there, but he couldn’t care less. His fingers slowly slipped under Eliott’s shirt, touching his abs. His skin was warm and soft, his hand wandered upper, stroking Eliott’s chest now.

The taller boy had to break the kiss to take a breath before going in for another wild, wet kiss. Their tongue were dancing uncontrollably in their joint mouth. Eliott were holding onto Lucas’ waist now, slowly pulling up his shirt to reveal his beautiful body. He couldn’t get enough of it, the nerves on his fingertips were screaming for more.

After long minutes of making out in the kitchen, Lucas pulled back, leaning his head on the cupboard behind him, wheezing like he just ran a marathon. His heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, his hair was a mess, his cheeks were bright red, just like his swollen lips. He looked at Eliott, who basically were the same, though, his hair was always that messy. He looked even more hot with those red, wet lips.

“Fuck...” Lucas mumbled, placing a hand on his chest, like it could calm his fast heartbeats. “I wasn’t expecting this to be honest.” he said which made Eliott to laugh. He loved to see him smile and laugh, he looked genuinely happy.

“Honestly, I was surprised we got to the kitchen. I was actually planning to do this on the couch.” he said smirking, playing with Lucas’ already messy hair, while he was drawing circles on Lucas’ stomach with the other hand.

“You really have no self controll, huh?”

“Around you? Not anymore.” he said smirking, placing a kiss on Lucas’ neck now. “I was holding myself back when you first came to my apartment. It was the hardest thing i’ve ever done in my life.” he whispered as he kept kissing his neck. Lucas shivered and grabbed Eliott’s shirt, letting out a little moan.

“Eliott...”

“You were there... on my couch... defenceless, looking so fucking gorgeous. I needed some serious control to not jump on you, making you mine right then and there.” he kept whispering on such an erotic tone that made Lucas shiver. He had goosebumps all over his body, his nerves were screaming for more. He wanted Eliott so badly.

“I would have nothing against that...” he mumbled in response to Eliott’s seducing speech. The other one smirked, biting a mark on his neck happily, while his hands were sliding up and down on Lucas’ body under his shirt.

“I don’t wanna sounds rude, but right now I found you much more delicious than the food on that table.” he said, licking the skin on Lucas’ neck. The boy gasped, holding Eliott’s arm stronger and crossing his ankles behind Eliott to keep him close. There was no escape, not this time.

“Enjoy your meal then.” that was all he could say, but it seemed to fire up Eliott. He pulled back just to take off Lucas’ shirt, throwing it away. His lips attacked the bare skin without warning, making Lucas moan uncontrollably. He never had such pleasure in his life before, like Eliott knew exactly where to touch and kiss him to make his body a hot, screaming mess.

He slid his fingers into Eliott’s fluffy hair, pulling it a little as the pleasure were running through his body. His mind went blank, everything around him ceased to exist, it was only him and Eliott left on this world, holding onto each other, kissing, touching, licking. It didn’t take much time to get all of their clothes off, throwing them away in the kitchen without caring where it lands.

Sunday 13:48

Lucas sighed, looked at the boy laying next to him. They didn’t actually remember when or how they made it to the bedroom, but now they were here, legs intertwined with each other, bodies sweaty and hot, hair messy, lips red, swollen and their eyes filled with so much emotions as they looked at each other. Lucas wrapped a hand around Eliott, placing his head on his chest softly, listening to the heartbeat that was just as fast as his own.

“I’m pretty sure the meal got cold.” Eliott mumbled into the silence of the room, which made Lucas release a little laugh.

“Yeah, We gotta reheat it later.” he said, stroking Eliott’s stomach lazily.

“I don’t wanna leave this bed.” Eliott said, fingers wandering into Lucas’ hair to play with his soft locks.

“We can’t stay here forever... not even if we want to.” Lucas mumbled, kissing his chest softly. “But we will have a lot of opportunities to lay here like this again.” he said on a soft voice, looking up at Eliott, who seemed to be really excited now.

“Oh yeah?”

“Don’t you think so?” Lucas raised his eyebrows which made Eliott giggle.

“Of course I do. I just still can’t believe that this is real.” he explained, still giggling. Lucas loved this sound, he could listen to it forever.

“People often do naked cuddling in bed after sex with their boyfriend, you know?” he said confidently without realizing what he just said. Eliott raised his head a little, looking into his eyes.

“Am I your boyfriend?” he asked intrigued to get an answer. Lucas blushed and looked away.

“I just thought that... you know... after this...” he mumbled a bit unsure, avoiding eyecontact. Eliott smirked, cupping his face gently now, placing a kiss on Lucas’ lips to make him shut up.

“Of course we are boyfriends.” he said happily which made the other boy to release a sigh of relief.

“Okay, good.” he mumbled, placing his head back down on Eliott’s chest. “We are boyfriends...” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes with a happy smile on his face.

#Elu Neighbours AU #Skam France #Eliott Demaury #Lucas Lallemant #Eliott x Lucas #Elu

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shadowsofhaddix · 6 years

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Bravery’s Nightmares: Chapter Two

AN: Yayy, I actually did turn this into a two-shot, and it's more than double the last one's word count. This chapter is set in the future, but this time it's the normal world in the books.

You can also read it on fanfiction.net, wattpad, and AO3.

The Population Police was here, and they were after him.

Luke could see them, their uniforms emblazoned with three teardrops, as they scuttled through shadows like the very third children they hunted. He couldn't tell where they were, yet he could feel them, as though they could be hiding behind his back, ready to pounce.

"Luke."

It was Oscar.

The voice sent a chill down his spine and made the skin on his neck stand up. He spun, trying to find its source. Oscar was here, somewhere in the dark patches in Luke's vision. Every time Luke heard something and turned to look, the shadows seemed to deepen, blocking his sight.

"Luke Garner."

Oscar's deep voice reverberated around him, making him dizzy, messing with his head. His hands were cold and clammy, but rubbing them on his dirty jeans did no good. A flash caught his attention, and he looked up, only to freeze, blood going cold. Jen stood in front of him, eyes blank and skin pale. She gave no sign she could see him, despite the way her eyes peered straight at him.

The shadows behind her twisted, forming into a tall, muscular man with a thick neck: Oscar. He reached out to grab her, and still Jen didn't move.

"Jen! Behind you!" Luke tried to leap forward—but something was grabbing him from behind, wrapping around him, restricting him so he couldn't move, couldn't help.

"Luke!"

His eyes snapped open. A face peered down at him, pale and wrapped in shadows.

Luke scrambled away, heart throbbing so hard it ached.

"Woah, calm down, it's just me! It's Smits." The face turned out to be a familiar looking boy in flannel attire similar to Luke's. Luke went limp with relief as he recognized him.

Smits knelt next to him, and it was only then that Luke noticed that he'd fallen off his bed. He was on the hard floor, his legs tangled in his blanket and his pillow hanging halfway off his sheets. The cold wood beneath him did nothing to ease the chill in his bones.

Smits stayed quiet next to him until the trembling went away, and Luke calmed a little as his breath became even again. After untangling himself from the blanket, Luke leaned back against the wall, his thoughts spinning.

"Are you okay?" Smits said, his small voice breaking the tense silence between them.

Luke didn't answer at first, his head foggy from the nightmare, and he slowly remembered what'd happened yesterday. He'd arrived late evening for the family's annual thanksgiving meet-up, and had fallen asleep after dinner. Luke felt his cheeks go red from guilt and embarrassment as he realized Smits now used Matthew's old room, which sat beside the room Luke was sleeping in. Smits had probably heard Luke cry out in his sleep.

Well, there went Luke's dignity as surrogate older brother.

"I'm fine," Luke said, relieved his voice didn't shake as he said it. "It was just a bad dream."

Smits narrowed his eyes. He'd grown into a fairly well built teenager the past few years, but his face still showed remnants of that snotty brat he'd been (or pretended to be?) when Luke had first met him. While Luke only looked disheveled and casual in his flannel and jeans, Smits somehow made the flannel outfit look smart and sophisticated. He appeared to have gotten better at hiding was he was thinking, though—Luke could almost feel Smits analyzing him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Smits asked.

Luke shook his head. His thoughts were too jumbled right now to really explain, and it wasn't like the nightmares made any sense in the first place; they were just scattered memories resurfacing in randomized terror. He'd been having these dreams for years and they'd never gotten easier to understand.

Smits looked at him for a long moment, and Luke soon found himself getting uncomfortable as Smits examined him, gauging whether Luke was okay or not.

Smits shrugged. "Alright. But if you need to talk, I still kinda owe you for all the times I, er, talked your ears off at Hendrick's."

Luke blinked, caught off guard, and couldn't stop the snort that escaped him. "Thanks, Smits. I'll . . . keep that in mind."

A minute later, Smits had left, undoubtedly to get some more sleep. Luke just sat, the autumn chill seeping through his blanket, trying to escape the images that encroached the edges of his mind.

~oOo~

The next day was a haze. Usually Luke could shake off his nightmares during the day, but this time he couldn't stop thinking about them. Perhaps because every time he saw Smits (which was quite a bit, considering they were both staying in the same house and it wasn't exactly a large one) memories came flooding back, and so did the nightmare.

Fortunately, his parents kept them rather busy, preparing for the big family meal his mother was putting on once Mark arrived later tonight.

That morning, around when Luke had finally come downstairs to sit on his old bottom-step seat, Matthew had arrived, and brought his entourage of kids, which incited an even more festive mood as the kids ran in and out. Matthew's wife and Luke's mom bonded over what they called "mothering stories," and to Luke's dismay that somehow involved his mom sharing his most embarrassing childhood moments.

Luke found himself doing an array of trivial tasks, primarily peeling and chopping tons and tons of potatoes, which had both downsides and upsides. On one hand, it kept Smits and him from being alone; Luke's mom and step-sister were always nearby, cooking and cleaning the house till it shone. But on the other hand, peeling potatoes left him with extra thinking-space, and that was one thing Luke didn't need.

He kept imagining Oscar's voice, taunting him, or Jen's voice, muttering. Every time someone walked into the room, he had to stop himself from jumping out of his skin.

Finally, after the third time he dropped a potato in the sink as his mom passed by, she set down the spices she'd been carrying to the counter and turned her attention to him. "Luke, are you alright? You seem a bit out of it today."

"Uh . . ." He avoided eye contact by fishing his potato from the sink, and she waited patiently for him to answer. "Yeah, it's just the travelling. I usually don't sleep well first night in a different bed."

His mom raised a skeptical eyebrow, and he tried to keep his face in a reassuring smile. Fortunately, Matthew's wife, Katlyn, came swooping back in carrying the extra flour she'd gone to hunt for. This, thankfully, distracted his mom as the two woman returned to their previous conversation, so Luke found himself able to calm down again.

After several hours of hard work, the house steadily filling with warm scents, Luke found himself without a job to do, which was just as well, as his reddened hands ached from peeling and chopping. Slipping past the kids as they sprinted across the living room, Luke climbed the creaking stairs and felt the tension leave him as he reached what was currently the quietest part of the house—upstairs.

He could've just as well used the sink downstairs to wash his hands, but he didn't want to disrupt the bustle surrounding it. And in any case, he almost preferred this one; he'd grown accustomed to it during his childhood.

The cool water eased the ache in his hands, but Luke pursed his lip as he glimpsed his reflection in the mirror. The half-moon shadows under his pale eyes were all too apparent, and he now understood why his mother had given him such a doubtful look when he'd claimed he was alright.

Unfitful sleep wasn't unusual for him, but the worst nightmares had only started right before he moved away, so he didn't think his parents really knew how far it went. Besides, his old attic bedroom had made it easy for his nightmares to go unnoticed—his parents' room was far enough away from the attic they couldn't hear him.

Sadly the same wasn't true of the room Luke had been staying in last night. He sighed as the thought broke his ponderings, and, realizing that the cool water was still running over his hands, he switched the tap off and left the bathroom

Luke jumped. Smits stood in the hallway in front of him, looking a bit surprised to see Luke step out into the hallway in front of him.

"Oh! Hey, Luke." Smits smiles, recovering his wits.

"Oh," Luke said, trying to hide the slight panic that was creeping through his gut. "Hey, Smits."

Seemingly remembering why he'd come upstairs, Smits offered him a glass brimming with orange juice. "Here, mom told me to give you this."

"Thanks." Beads of chill water coated the glass's exterior, and it felt surprisingly nice against his worn hands as he took it.

They stood there for an awkward moment, both holding glasses of juice yet neither taking a sip, until Smits cleared his throat. "Hey, Luke, I was wondering. . . . would you like to just, er, sit down and talk for a moment?"

"Here?" Luke blinked, a bit startled.

"Uh, yeah." Smits gestured vaguely at the floor and shrugged a bit, looking uncomfortable yet steadfast.

Luke returned the shrug with his first real smile of the day, and they sat. The feeling of sitting on the hardwood was familiar, and Luke all too clearly remembered his mother scolding him and his brothers for setting up card games here and blocking the bathroom door. He'd never sat here with Smits, though. It was sorta nice, Luke considered, taking a sip of juice.

Despite being the one who'd offered that they talk, Smits didn't say a word, leaving them to sit in silence for another minute. Luke wasn't used to so much quiet when he was with people. He had Trey, where you'd at least hear a rustling of papers if they weren't debating books or theories. He had Nina, who chatted his ear off sometimes even when she didn't have much to talk about, and Mark and Matthew, who'd joke with him or bringing up some old memory or silly charade.

But he didn't usually find someone who'd sit with him without speaking.

He could've sworn that Smits had been the sort to chatter his ears off, too. But . . . when he didn't have his deceased brother to grieve, and parents who didn't care, perhaps Smits truly was a bit softer and calmer than he'd seemed. Or maybe he'd simply changed, the past few years that he'd spent in this old house.

Well, they couldn't sit here all day, so if Smits wanted to talk, they'd have to do it now.

"What did you want to talk about?" Luke asked.

Smits leaned against the wall and set down his glass. "Well, I guess it's less of me talking and more listening. We're probably not going to see each other much until the next family meet up comes along, so my opinions of you shouldn't affect your daily life much either way. Whatever you say here, I won't repeat. I meant what I said last night. Or you can just drink your orange juice and not say a word. Either way, I promise it won't affect how I see you, big brother."

Luke looked down at the glass in his hand, inspecting the juice as he turned Smits words over in his mind. It was tempting, to a point where it ached. He could tell Smits was telling the truth; he radiated a calm aura that surprised Luke. A few years ago, he wouldn't have expected this stuffy little kid to sit next to him and offer him a chance to talk . . . to speak without expecting an answer. It wasn't something anyone had offered Luke before, but the concept seemed so thrilling he couldn't help but take it.

"Every night, I go to sleep knowing I'll have the same nightmare," Luke said. "It's not exactly the same, at least, the order of the memories is different. But . . . it's always the worst moments, the things I hate to remember. I—I guess I should be used to it by now. But whenever the nightmares seemed to have worn the edges off a memory, my mind plays another trick, adds a little twist to it that makes it as fresh as ever.

"It's stupidly ironic. I fought for my freedom for years but I can't free myself from my own head. Heck, I fought people who were out to kill me for just existing, yet I can't get over a couple of dreams."

It was refreshing, in a horrible way, to let it out. He was rambling; his words came free in streams so easily it caught himself off guard. He'd been holding in his thoughts for as long as he could remember. He'd been . . . hiding from his thoughts for as long as he could remember.

"I'm not sure exactly what it is that scares me half the time. The population police has been gone for years, but they still show up when I fall to sleep. I mean, there are still people out there who hate third children, and I have nightmares about that too. But somehow that doesn't seem nearly as bad as remembering when I was younger, before I had even half of the basic rights I do now."

Luke fingered his half empty glass for a moment, watching the melting ice cubes as they floated in an orange lake.

"I . . . I'm tired. Tired of still being afraid. I thought when I'd become free I'd be happy, but I'm not."

Luke looked over at Smits. His head felt clear. For the first time since that morning, and perhaps for a long while, he didn't feel tired. He felt . . . good. Satisfied. At peace with himself.

"But . . . I guess that's okay. I don't need to be happy all the time to keep trying. I don't need to be afraid of fear."

Smits smiled. "Yeah. It's okay."

Luke drained the last of his glass, then smiled back at the teen who'd become a brother to him. "Thanks."

"I only did what you did for me at that school," Smits said with glint in his eye, and Luke laughed.

"I guess we all need someone sometimes," Luke said.

AN: Well, that's the end! Gotta love that brotherly bonding. Writing this made me super curious about Smits? Like it's interesting to think about how he would've grown as a character once he was with a loving family. Ahh this was fun to write, if a little intense. I've got a few more Shadow Children stories in the works, but I think I'll leave this particular piece as a two-shot.

#shadow children #the shadow children series #the shadow children sequence #margeret peterson haddix #among the barons #among the barons spoilers #shadow children spoilers #shadowsofhaddix #fanfics #shadow children fanfiction #smits grant #luke garner #shadow children luke #hanaswriting #bravery's nightmares #brotherly!smits

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themarchblessing · 6 years

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SPECIAL TO ME

SABRINA

“Mommy, what we are doing here?” Izaiah asked, swinging our joined hands together as we walked into one of my favorite stores. My birthday is in a couple of days so Ravyn teamed up with Brian to plan this overzealous birthday party for me. Turning 38 is not a big deal for me but I am only two years away from 40. I’ve been trying very hard not to think much into my age and so far so good. However, with this little shindig my best friend and goofy ass Brian are planning I think more and more about my life and achievements.

“Well baby I have to find a really pretty outfit for my birthday party that your titi is throwing for me. What do you think I should wear, hm?” Holding the back of Zay’s head I led him over to a wall lined up with dresses of all kinds.

“A dress. You always look pretty in those. Can I help you find one?” He walked a little ways from me looking at another rack of dresses in my line of vision.

“Of course you can. That’s I brought you here. I need an honest opinion and I know you won’t lie to me.” I smiled at how helpful Zay is as I sorted through the different dresses. I looked through this entire section not seeing anything at all. All of a sudden I found this blue dress that made my eyes pop. “This one is gorgeous.” I whispered to myself. Looking around for my baby Zay I saw him looking at shoes with concentration. Walking over to him with the dress draped over my arm carefully I studied the heels he was examining. “What ya got there baby?”

Zay looked up and turned around showing off these gorgeous gold, suede, floral print heels.

“Oh honey these are beautiful. What size? Let me see.” I turned the shoe over seeing it’s just my size. Sitting down next to Zay I laid the dress over his lap and switched my sandals for the heel. Once I secured the buttons I stood up and walked around to get a feel for them.

“How do they feel?” Zay quizzed from behind me. Walking back over to the mirror I checked them out picturing the type of dress I need to put with these.

“They feel really comfortable and they’re pretty. I just don’t know what dress I’d put them with. What you think of the dress? Yes or no?” Going to sit down I took the heel off and put my sneakers back on.

“It’s pretty and I never seen you wear this color dress before. Try it on.” He suggested putting the display show back on the shelf for me.

Zay and I went over to the dressing rooms and stood in the small line. When it was my time to speak with the woman who was in charge of assigning changing rooms I asked myself if Zay would want to stay out here or go in with me. But he answered my question for me by following beside me holding onto my hand as went down to the fitting room. He locked the door and sat in the big chair holding onto my purse for me. I told him he could play games on my honee while I try on the dress and see how I look in it. I managed to zip the dress up halfway but then I needed help.

“Can you help me with this?” I asked him kindly. Zay stood up on the chair and finished off zipping up the dress for me. Rising to full height I looked at myself in the mirror with wide eyes at how big my tits look in this dress.

“Let me see mom.” Zay hopped down from the lounge walking over to turn me around by my hips. “Ooh it’s nice and soft too. Don’t you like it?” Zay walked circles around me liking a buyer looking at a potential car.

“Do I look okay?” I have pretty high self esteem but I don’t know why I feel nervous right now.

“Why is there so much space in the front. It should be closed more. Let’s find another one.” Zay said already helping me get out of it. I laughed internally at how well he noticed how much chest I’m showing. We left the fitting room once I got back into my regular clothes and went to find another dress option. We searched the entire store looking at dresses for every occasion and I didn’t see anything.

The search bummed me out. I’ve got two days to find something to wear or else I’ve gotta wear something I already have. But I want something new. Feeling a little down and out I took Zay to an indoor gym where kids of his age can play all sorts of sports and games free of charge. All of the equipment is here, so all we have to bring is ourselves. I put on my best attitude and participated in everything Zay asked me to do with him. We played basketball, a game of air hockey, we even rock climbed on the small wall together.

Seeing Zay so happy to just be a kid and not worry about anything is the perfect remedy to cheer me up. Sitting down on the bleachers I unzipped my sweatshirt and laid it across my lap.

“It’s hot as hell in here.” I groaned. Fanning myself I watched Zay run over to me and sit down beside me.

“You need some water mom.” He said reaching into my purse and pulling out a bottle of water I totally forgot about.

“Thank you baby.” Accepting the bottle from him I took long sips of the cold drink feeling much better. I passed the bottle to him so he could have some as well. “Zay can I ask you a question?” Looking over at him I used my nails to run through his hair feeling that I need to wash it.

“Sure mom.” He smiled half way.

“How do you feel about Corey? I mean do you feel comfortable going to his house and when he comes to ours?” I think it’s time that I open up the can of worms to Izaiah on Corey and I’s relationship.

“I like him. He’s a cool guy and he makes you happy. He makes me happy too. And he’s really fun to be around.” Zay shared making me less nervous about this talk.

“Okay good, good. So I want to talk to you about something very important. You’re a really smart boy so I won’t talk to you like you’re a baby. Corey has been my best friend since I was a little girl ok? We’ve known one another pretty much our entire lives. And when you are that close to someone for so many years, sometimes you develop certain feelings for them. You understand what I’m saying so far?” Turning to face him I fixed his t-shirt and tucked the tag inside.

“Yes.” He said with confidence.

“The reason I’m talking to you about this Izaiah is because I love Corey. Like I really love him. I’m not sure for how long but lately I’ve come to realize that is how I feel about him. He’s not related to you in any way so you don't have to use the term ‘uncle’ when you address him if you don’t want to. There will be times when the three of us are together and if you ever see anything between him and I, I don’t want you to be confused or feel any type of negativity. I’m not sure what we’re doing but I really really care about him and I just want to make sure you’re okay with him being in our lives this much. Because if you aren’t then you can tell me and I will make some changes. Zay, I never want you to feel uncomfortable around anyone I introduce you to.” I explained, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

“I understand. So is he your boyfriend?” He quizzed with his little eyebrow arched really high.

Chuckling at how silly he is I halfway nodded. “I think so but I’m not sure. Just know that he makes me very happy. But with that said no matter what happens a between us, Corey will be in our lives. If I can’t be there for you for whatever reason he will make sure that you’re safe, you’re fed, you’re healthy and happy. He will take excellent care of you when I’m not around. Corey loves and cares about you too so don’t think that he doesn’t. And even when I am around he’s going to have your back just like I do.” Taking a quick breath I reached down to tighten the ankle of my pants leg.

“He loves you too right?” Zay said.

With certainty I nodded. “Yeah he does. The reason I’m telling you this baby is because I don’t want you to question anything you see happen between him and I. I always tell you that I’ll be honest with you and that’s what I’m doing. I teach you all the time to be honest and forthcoming about your feelings and opinions right? Why? Because honesty gets you a long way in this life.”

“As long as he makes you happy mama. If not I’ll tell Manny to beat him up.” Zay chuckled. Ever since he learned who my uncle is he’s been calling him Manny. That’s not even close to my uncles name but Tino doesn't mind so when Izaiah addresses him as Manny.

Shaking my head at my silly kid I opened up to him about a few more things on my mind. Corey was right when he said we need to figure out what’s going on with us and talk to Izaiah. I made a vow to never leave Izaiah out of the loop on my relationships and what happens within our family dynamic. I promised myself and my mother that I wouldn’t have thousands of men around Izaiah and our home. A part of me is glad that Corey and I started fucking around. With him around I don’t have to be on edge about Julian. I don’t have to worry about him blowing up my cell or popping up somewhere that I am. I don’t have to worry about him period because he’s hardly around as it is.

After that night we had dinner I made it very clear that I wouldn’t pursue a romantic relationship with Julian. He wasn’t very happy about it but he said he understood why I felt that way. After Zay and I talked we played some more games and went on home. When we got there Corey was waiting inside with a full meal prepared and another present for me. This man spoils the shit out of me and I swear I don’t ask. He just gives so freely and my heart swells each time. I’m lucky to have a man like him. I also gave Corey the spare key to my house recently. I figured since he’s here so much and we’ve gotten pretty hot and heavy, he should come and go as he pleases. After all it’s not like he’s a new man in my life. He’s just new at being my man in a romantic way. I trust him with my life and so many of my loved one’s lives and I’m content with him having full access to my home.

The three of us ate together and watched whatever Zay picked out for us. I had to leave the boys early tonight due me to feeling super tired all of a sudden. I shut my door and drew up a hot bath for me just to soak in for a while. I didn’t burn any candles but I did put instrumental music on for me to relax to. Even threw in some bath bombs and epsom salt to help me really wind down. A soft knock on the bathroom door made me open one eye and look over at it.

“Come in..” I said, closing my eyes again, raising my arm up to rest on the rim of the bathtub. I leant over on my arm feeling my heart beat slower in my chest as I relaxed again.

“You alright? You didn’t say anything when you left..” Corey shut the door behind him and I assume he came over to sit next to me. I felt his presence nearby but since I don’t want to see anything I can only feel how close he is.

“Yeah I’m just really tired and I don’t know why. Zay still up?” I mumbled, feeling his hands rub my shoulders and neck.

“Nah he’s asleep. He told me that you talked to him earlier, about us.” Corey brought up making me smile faintly.

“Mhm,” I hummed the longer he worked at my shoulders. “I figured it was time and you were right about us needing to come to terms with what we’ve become.” Letting my head fall forward I bent over as well so he could continue his work with my entire back. “Ugh, que se siente muy tan bien..” moaning and groaning at how good this feels I curled my legs up to my chest to support my head.

“Sit up for a second, I need to show you something.” Corey lifted me back up making me whine that he stopped with the massage.

“Corey..” I groaned sitting up to see him resting on the rim of the tub with a red bag in his hand. Giving him that look I reached over the rub and dried my hands off. “What is this?” I asked leaning out of the bathtub so I don’t drop whatever he’s about to have me open.

He stayed mute as usual so I opened it up anyways. Brand new, still in its original packaging was a pair of rose gold, Cruel collection, Giuseppe Zanotti heels. My jaw might as well have disconnected from my face as I stared at both shoes in astonishment.

“I take the deer in headlights look as a good thing I hope,” He chortled, running his hands over his hair in the way that it grows.

“I don’t even know what to say other than thank you like..I..” I had a short speech in mind but I can’t get the words to come out. For years I’ve drooled over these shoes and any woman that owned a pair. And now I have a pair of my own.

“Happy early birthday baby, look in the bag again, there’s something else for you.” He advises holding the box of shoes for me.

I went inside the bag again seeing this little box with nothing on it. Raising an eyebrow not sure what’s inside I held on it not knowing what to say.

“Sabrina just look at it please, I know you hate when I do this but please just open it. If you won’t do it for me, do it for your dad.” He bargained giving me helping hand.

Discreetly I wiped away a tear just hearing him say think of my dad. Hesitantly I opened the box feeling myself get really emotional. The water works came before I had a chance to even give myself the pep talk not to cry. Before my father was killed he gave me this antique locket with a picture of him inside. I couldn’t quite understand why there was solely an image of him in the locker but I loved and cherished it. When my relationship with Ace started to crumble he destroyed a lot of my sentimentals including that locket. I cried for days when I saw what he did to my necklace. He broke my heart all over again. It was like losing my dad twice in one lifetime. My mom has a ton of his things in safe hiding but that necklace was the last physical piece of him that he personally gave to me.

“It took me months to find the exact same locket that he gave you and when I did find it, I almost didn’t get it. But I fought for that necklace because Ace should’ve never touched this. Anyway, I got a hold of your uncle for a good picture to go inside and that’s the one he gave me. I hope you like it baby.” He explained.

I took the necklace out of the box and put it on without a one word, still crying like a baby. Next, I moved the shoes and boxes and bags out of the way so I could get Corey out of his clothes and into this tub with me. He joined me in my bath and the second he sat down I faced him, mounting his lap. The desperation in me wants to show him how appreciative I am for everything that he’s done for me. But the state I’m in emotionally and mentally is hindering any plans for intimacy. For right now at least. Laying on his shoulder I caressed the back of his neck not able to stop the tears.

“Talk to me..what’s going on?” Corey kissed my forehead and ran his hands up and down my back making me cry harder. I don’t think I can talk right now. This necklace is the best gift I have ever been given since the first time I received this locket.

Lifting my head to give him eye contact I remained mute, kissing him tenderly. Corey is downright without question the best man, friend, and boyfriend I’ve ever had. He treats me the way every woman deserves to be treated. My parents would be very happy to know what kind of relationship I’m in. After the Ace drama my mother forbid me to get serious with men and I listened to her. I fucked around up until I decided I wanted to have a baby. And now at this age I finally get to experience what it's like to be in a healthy, well rounded relationship. I think it’s safe to say this is more than just your average ‘love’. With Corey, this all feels like a real life fairytale.

#the march blessing #short story

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everimaginethat · 6 years

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Dance with me?

Hey guys,

In celebration of @handwrittenmendess one year anniversary I joined her writing challenge. I hope you guys like it and it isn't that cringy. Please remember that english isn't my first language. Let me know what you think :)

Fandom: New Hope Club

Pairing: Blake Richardson x reader

Prompt: „Dance with me?“

Words: 2036

Warnings: none except for a hella lot of fluff

Y/N – your name

Y/N/N – your nickname

y/e/c – your eye colour

your thoughts

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When your best friend Blake told you that one on his cousins was going to get married and he wanted you to go with him you were quite shocked to say the least. Sure you were excited but you have never been on a wedding before and even that with your best friend since eight grade. You found it nice that he had asked you. But the thing is, you had a huge crush on him for ages and didn't want him to know because you thought it would ruin your friendship. What if he found out and wouldn't feel the same? It all would have been ruined. You only had to look at him with his beautiful dark hair and these mysterious brown eyes of his and of course that smile that would melt your heart and you would think: WOW! What a gorgeous young man. Don't let's begin with his character but boy, he had a deep soul.

The aspect of you being on a wedding party with him circulated inside your head. You laying in his protectiv arms and slowly swaying to the music. A band quitely playing in the background. You wearing a beautiful long dress that fit your figure perfectly. But than it came to your mind. Was a wedding really like you imagined it to be? What do you have to wear on a wedding? What about a present? What if his relatives wouldn't like you? All these thoughts ran through your head as you told him your answer. „Sure, I'd love to“ Your mouth was faster than your brain. „Thank you, Y/N/N. I owe you one“ Blake smiled and kissed you on your cheek before he went after his bandmates George and Reece.

Now you're standing in your room trying to move the zipper up your burgundy knee lenght bodycon dress but you couldn't reach it fully. „Mom?“ you called and tried for the zipper on your back again but you didn't get an answer. Two days ago you were on a shopping spree with your mother. You tried many different dresses before you found the perfect one for you. Fitting for the dress you had brought high heels in the same colour but due to you only wearing high heels on rare ocassions you couldn't walk on them properly. You only hoped you wouldn't look like Gollum from the Lord of the Rings when walking. Moments later you looked up as you felt a pair of hands on your back and smiled, a red shadow forming on your soft cheeks. You had a body lenght mirror in your room so you could see who was standing behind you. Blake. And he looked damn fine. He was wearing a black suit with a burgundy tie. His dark hair was nicely slicked back but unruly at the same time. He's so handsome. Damn. Your thoughts were swirling around in your head. You couldn't focus on anything other than the boy behind you. You tried calming down, deep breaths escaping your lips. Nervously you looked down again. His thoughts on the other hand circled only around you. His dark eyes traveled down your exposed back. With his hands still on the zipper he chewed on his bottom lip. Slowly his slender fingers moved the zipper close. The rings on his hands lightly touched your hot skin, cooling it down a bit. A nearly inaudible sigh could be heard behind you and you looked up again. Your y/e/c orbs meeting his brown ones with an intense stare. You turned around in a quick swirl, looking directly at his broad chest. Even with high heels you were a head smaller than him. „What are you doing here?“ you whispered, looking up at the boy. „What? Aren't you excited to see me?“ he laughed, shaking his head a little. „Sure, I'm excited“ you gulped, giggling nervously. „Yeah, we're finished getting ready and I thought you might need help or something. Turns out I was right“ Blake explained while he scratched the back of his head nervously. Your cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, if that even was possible and your skin tingled at the places his fingers met your back only minutes ago. You cleared your throat and stepped closer to him. With shaky hands you adjusted his tie and looked up into his eyes. The eighteen year old boy infront of you was watching your every move. „Maybe-Maybe we should go downstairs. I'm ready now“ you spoke after some time. Blake only nodded and led you down the stairs. Your mother was already waiting in the kitchen with her camera in her hands. You sighed. „Mom, please. We don't have time for this“

„Oh..... come on, baby. Just one picture. You guys look fantastic“ she grinned. With that she shooed you out of the house and commanded for the both of you to pose infront on the walnut tree in your front yard. A couple photos later you sat in the car of Blake's family that turned out was waiting for you the whole time.

The wedding ceremony was beautiful. It was outside in a big garden, everything was made with loving detail. The ceremony didn't last to long, neither was it to short. The bride looked stunning in her ivory-coloured dress. You've never seen such a beautiful young woman before and you hoped you would look as gorgeous as she did on your wedding day.„They look so lovely“ you whispered to Blake.„Yeah...They really do“ he smiled, glancing beside him in your direction. You happily clapped your hands as the newly wedded couple kissed and made their way to the pavilions.

„Congrats Evan and Ella“ Blake hugged his cousin and the bride before he introduced you to them. „This is Y/N“ You too, hugged them.„Congratulations. You look stunning. I love your dress, Ella“ You smiled and gestured to the wedding dress. „Thank you, love. Your dress is beautiful too“ Ella smiled. „Thanks ...“ you began and you guys chatted away for a bit until it was time for the wedding speeches and Blake and you made your way to your places. You sat at a round table with his parents and sister, as well as his grandparents and his great aunt and uncle.

„Thank you all for coming and for all the congratulations. We hope you have fun. I don't want to drag this wider and wider because I know you are hungry, I for myself am starving. So the buffet is opened. Eat as much as you can“ laughed Evan, Blake's cousin. „I'm getting food. Do you want something?“ Blake leaned over and looked at you with a questioning look. You nodded. „Yes, could you maybe bring me something from that chicken? It looked delicious“

„Sure. I'm back in a minute“ he smiled, squeezed your hand lightly and got up from the table. „Thank you“ you called after him. Awkwardly you sat at the table, alone with a woman you didn't know. All the others have left to get something to eat. Your eyes wandered around the big pavilion. Everyone was talking and laughing. Quite music blasting through the speakers. The buffet was overrun with fancy looking people. You cleared your throat and took a sip of your water. „So, you're Blakey's girlfriend?“ his great aunt asked after some time. You nearly choked on your water. I wish I was. „No-No, we are best friends“ you answered with a sad tone in your voice that you tried to cover but you were sure she heard it. „Too bad. You would make a cute couple“ she sighed and looked at you with a sympathic smile. „Thank-Thank you“ you blushed. „Oh, love. You don't need to feel embarrassed. He really likes you, you know. Just look how his eyes are always lighting up when he sees you. And every time you talk he's smilin'. It's the same with you by the way“ „Really“ sceptical you looked at her. That couldn't be true. How was it that obvious and you hadn't noticed by now? She nodded, her brown curly hair bouncing with every move. Before you could say something Blake was back at the table with two plates full of food. „One's for the lady, one for me“ he grinned and put your plate infront of you before he sat down. „Enjoy your meal“ he smiled. „Thank you, Blake. Enjoy your meal too“ you smiled back and began to eat.

The evening went on in a rush. Funny wedding games were played. The married couple opened the dance floor with a traditional wedding dance and the bride had her daddy-daughter dance. The atmosphere was filled with laugher and good mood. After a while it wasn't that awkward anymore for you to talk to the strangers and before you knew it it was already dark outside. Some guests were already gone and some were on the move. The children that had attended the wedding were going to get sleepy, except one little girl in a green dress and blonde hair. She was standing on the shoes of your best friend and danced with him to the music of Ed Sheeran's „Barcelona“. You sat at one of the tables with a perfect view over the dance floor. You giggled as you watched him doing silly dance moves to trie to make the little girl laugh. In one swift movemet you fished your mobile phone out of your purse. You opened your camera and filmed the scene with a grin plastered on your face. Sometime in the middle of the song the little girl got tired of dancing and Blake led her to her parents. He hugged the girl goodbye and made his way towards you. A slight smile on his lips. Quickly you shoved your phone back into your purse and looked at him smiling. „You were cute out there“ you grinned at Blake as he sat down beside you. „Well, thanks. I do my best“ he laughed. The song ended and a slower one began to sound through the speakers. It was a cover of „A Million Dreams“ from The Greatest Showman and was sung by the group Anthem Lights. (If you want you can listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12EMOE3Py9o) Blake jumped out of his seat. „Dance with me?“ Blake asked and held his hand out. You nodded and took it. His hands wandered to your hips and yours slung around his neck. You lightly swayed to the music. „Thank you for dragging me with you“ you smiled and layed your head against his chest. Blake didn't answer but it was alright with you. You enjoyed it. Dancing with your long-time crush and appreciating the feeling of his hands around you. You slowly danced to the music, blending everything out around you. Shutting out all the talking people. It was only the both of you at that moment. Blake's hands gripped tighter around your hips. „Y/N?“ Blake quietly asked. You looked up at him. „Thank you for being here with me“ You nodded and played a little with the string of his necklace at the back of his neck. „Have I told you that you look drop-dead gorgeous“ „You look very handsome yourself“ you smiled. Before you could register what was happening his soft lips were on yours. Out of shock you couldn't respond to the kiss in time. He broke it off and moved slightly away from you. „I'm-I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that“ he stuttered. You smiled, grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down towards you. „Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it“ with that your lips met again.

#handwrittenmendessoneyearwc #blake richardson #new hope club #new hope blake #new hope club imagine #blake richardson imagine #fluffy #fluffy imagine #imagine

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echelonlab-blog · 6 years

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Bound By Ink -- Chapter 18

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: None

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I was due back in the shop on Thursday. Thanks to Jared's little share we had been much busier than usual, and knowing Mark he wouldn't take time to get himself a proper meal so I stopped at the sandwich shop off the boardwalk again to grab us both something before heading into work.

Lynn brightened up as soon as I came in the door, and I knew that look on her face meant she had good gossip. I ordered Mark's favorite: turkey and avocado with extra fries, and then found myself ordering a grilled chicken salad, suddenly somewhat more concerned about what I looked like naked. I realized I hadn't been to the gym for almost two weeks, not since all this with Shannon started. Accommodating him into my already busy schedule had thrown things way off, but, as I smiled and remembered our night together, he was totally worth it.

“Hi there, Blue. How's that gorgeous young man of yours?” Lynn called from the other end of the counter as I paid the teenager who had taken my order.

“Jayce is doing great, Lynn. How are you?”

“Oh, you know, can't complain.” She stopped to wash her hands in the little sink next to the drink station. “Business has been good lately. How are things at the shop?”

“Business is good there too.”

“And what does Mark think about that? About how good business is?” Lynn asked with a little smirk as she dried her hands and turned around. I suddenly realized that the juicy piece of gossip was me. I shouldn't have been surprised. Word gets around fast in this community.

“All right, Lynn, come out and ask me what you want to.”

“What?” Lynn asked with feigned innocence. “Is there something I should be asking about?” She smiled broadly, pausing to look over the employees that were working on my lunch. “I mean, maybe I heard that a certain inked and candy-haired young mama is dating rock stars now, but you know you can't go believe all the gossip you hear.”

I laughed. “He's the drummer for a band called Thirty Seconds to Mars, and....”

“Oh I know who he is, honey. So I take it it's true?”

I could feel myself blushing. If I was going to continue dating Shannon I supposed I should get used to being the object of gossip and speculation, but this was all still very new and I was still adjusting. “Yes, it's true.”

“Good,” Lynn said emphatically. “You are far too young and pretty to be slaving away all day in that shop with your ex-husband. Not that I'd mind being cooped up all day with that man. It's no wonder that son of yours is such a cutie, he's definitely got good genes, Mark is one tall glass of gorgeous.”

“Lynn!”

“What? I can't look? It would do you both some good to move on, you know.”

“I know. It's just hard. We're both such workaholics, and Jayce takes up more time than your average kid...”

“When is that art show anyway? You know I want to be there to cheer him on. Someday he's going to be a famous artist and I'm going to be telling people how he was in here as a little bug, doodling on placemats.”

“It's next Friday. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see you there.” My phone started to ring – a quick glance told me it was Mark – and I apologized with a shrug before answering.

“Hey, Mark. I'll be there in just a few minutes. I stopped at Lynn's for some sandwiches.”

“Forget the sandwiches.” The tension and urgency in Mark's voice immediately set me on edge. “I need you to go to Jayce's school. He passed out in gym class.”

“Oh my god. Is he okay?” Hearing my exclamation, Lynn gave me a concerned look but I held up my finger.

“The nurse said he came back around quickly but he scraped up his head on the asphalt. I'll take care of your afternoon appointments. Just go get him. And call me as soon as you know something.”

“I'm on my way now,” I confirmed. I quickly explained to Lynn what had happened. “Sorry about the food but I have to go.”

“Oh don't be silly. Don't worry about the food. I”ll have Donny run it over to the shop when we get a break. Make sure Mark eats and you too when things settle down. Go!” She made a shooing motion with her hands but I was already at the door.

I drove over to the high school in a sort of controlled panic. It sounded as if the danger had passed but a million possibilities were running through my head. I parked in front of the building in a reserved spot, not caring who the spot was supposed to belong to and raced inside to the nurse's office, a route I knew well by now.

Jayce was perched on the padded exam table, those spindly teenage boy legs dangling off the side while he sipped orange juice through a straw. The side of his face was covered with small scrapes and he had a band-aid across his forehead. When he spotted me he sighed and dropped his shoulders.

“Hi, Mom,” he said sheepishly, setting the orange juice down.

“Ms. McKinney, hi.” Gina, the school's nurse greeted me warmly. Her calm demeanor didn't do much to calm me, however. I knew by now that the woman was completely unflappable, she would have the same relaxed but in-control presence in the face of a gunshot wound. “It seems that Jayce's blood sugar got a little low in gym class and he fainted...”

“... passed out,” Jayce amended.

“... he had a less than ten-second loss of consciousness. His blood sugar is still a little low, we're working on that,” she inclined her head toward the orange juice Jayce had been drinking and he picked it back up with a scowl. “He did scrape his head up a bit, they were on the asphalt at the time, but I've cleaned that up as well. You, of course, may wish to take him to see his pediatrician.”

Well, it didn't sound so bad. “Jayce, how did you let your blood sugar get that low?”

Jayce shrugged. “Dad and I overslept this morning. I had breakfast but we didn't pack my lunch and the cafeteria had tuna tetrazzini today.... Mom, that stuff is so gross...”

“Jayce, you can't skip meals. That's a rookie mistake. You know better.”

“I know, but...”

“But nothing. I know there isn't just one meal option in the cafeteria and I am willing to bet if you explained your situation they would have found you something.”

“I keep bread and peanut butter in my office, Jayce. You know that. It's not fancy but it would have kept you from having a hypoglycemic event.”

Jayce gritted his jaw and rolled his eyes. It wasn't like I didn't understand. We had been dealing with his unusual form of diabetes for three years now. I knew he got very tired of constantly being poked, prodded and monitored at an age when he was supposed to be rebelling and developing more independence. “We can talk about it more on the way home. Do you have your things or do you need to go to your locker?”

“What? No, I don't need to go home. I'm fine now. See?” He took a big drink of the remaining juice, loudly slurping air through the straw when the liquid ran out. “It's just some scratches.”

“I'm sorry, Jayce, I'm with your mom here. You passed out. I'm going to insist you at least go home for the afternoon. If you're feeling better you are welcome to return tomorrow morning,” Gina told him.

Jayce grumbled and hopped down off the table. “This is bullshit.”

“Language, Jayce!”

Jayce grabbed his jacket. “I need to get my backpack. Do I need a medical detail or am I allowed to go to my locker on my own?”

I had to bite my tongue. In many ways, Jayce was very much Mark's son but he got that sass from me. “Just go get your things. Quickly. I'll wait here.”

Once Jayce was out of sight I asked Gina, “So how concerned should I be, really?” I picked up the empty juice container Jayce had left behind. “I know that's not the first one you had to give him today. You would have given him one before you even started cleaning up those scrapes.”

Gina nodded. “It took three. It was pretty low and stayed that way. It might be more than just skipping lunch. I'm not really allowed to be passing out medical advice, not on that scale, but...”

“If it were you, you'd take him back to his endocrinologist,” I concluded. Gina nodded. “We've had a few incidents. I took him for testing last week but the results haven't come back yet.”

“Well just keep me in the loop if the game plan changes. You know I want to be his ally here.”

Gina was a gift of a school nurse. In a time when most schools were doing away with them completely, we were fortunate to have her at all. She was semi-retired, a former army nurse in her youth who had gone on to raise six children and was prepared for whatever these teenagers could throw at her. She was calm, competent and fierce, with a underlying compassion that made her perfect for the job. That peanut butter and bread she referred to earlier? She kept that in her office, along with an assortment of fruits and snacks to make sure that the youth in her charge always were fed, no matter what was going on at home. And a chat over apple juice and a sandwich often brought up other issues that needed attending to. She saw herself as the keeper of their health in every aspect, and I hoped that the kids appreciated her for the treasure she was. I knew I was grateful for her.

I called Mark while I waited for Jayce to return, updating him and letting him know that I would be taking Jayce home to rest and keep an eye on him for the rest of the afternoon. I didn't blame him for not packing Jayce's lunch. Things happen, I know it could have happened to me, and I wouldn't have appreciated a dressing down over it. Jayce was supposed to have bought lunch in the cafeteria. The responsibility was his, not Mark's.

After I hung up with Mark I noticed I had a text message from Shannon waiting, one that had probably come in when I was racing here to deal with Jayce.

Thinking about you and those gorgeous blue eyes today. Hope you have a good one. Maybe we could grab a coffee before you go into work tomorrow? Looking forward to hanging with you and Jayce soon. XOXO

I sighed. Was it too soon to be letting Shannon into Jayce's life? Part of me wanted it very much. I hoped that Jayce would warm to Shannon once he got to know him. But I worried about how Shannon would react to Jayce and his medical issues. I had been disappointed by more than one person since he had been diagnosed, people that I would never have expected it from. I figured maybe I would broach the subject with Jayce tonight if his mood improved. I truly hoped Shannon was here for a long haul. And if he was, sooner or later, he and Jayce were going to need to get know each other.

“The prisoner is ready for transport,” Jayce said as he appeared in front of me, shoving his arms forward as if he were waiting for a pair of handcuffs.

“Quit giving your mother such a hard time McKinney and be glad to get out of school like a normal teenager,” Gina chided. “We'll all be here tomorrow.”

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