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vs-redemption · 4 years

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Scenario where Aizawa catches his partner crying really hard and he asks what's wrong and they answer with "I just love you so much" And it turns out that they're just having an overwhelm of emotions lol Please and thank you :)

Thanks for the request! I was glad to write something kind of sweet since I’ve been doing a bit of heavier stuff recently. I hope this turned out the way you wanted!!!!

Memories (Aizawa x Emotional!Reader)

Saturdays and Sundays were often just as busy for you as weekdays. Criminal activity didn’t take time off for weekends or holidays, so neither could a hero like you. Every once in a while though, you’d make a big arrest or help out in a fight and earn yourself a day off to rest up and recuperate. Today was one of those days, and normally you had no trouble entertaining yourself since you had friends, family, and a fiancé who were more than willing to fill up your spare time. Today, however, was a rare occurrence where everyone you wanted to see seemed to already have something going on. You hadn’t minded at first, thinking that this was a great chance to actually relax for once, but the boredom of being home alone soon set in. You’d flipped through the channels on your TV enough times to know nothing good was on, so you decided to do something a little more productive instead.

“Let’s see,” you look around the house that you and Aizawa shared with a critical eye. Between the two of you the place was kept fairly tidy, but there was always something that could use a good cleaning if you searched hard enough. You thought the obvious place to start scrubbing was the bathroom, but soon everything in there was sparkling clean so you moved on to other parts of the house. You’d just started pulling stuff off the bookshelf to dust when a certain scrapbook caught your eye. It was a collection of pictures and memorabilia you and Aizawa had put together to document your relationship since getting engaged. Feeling like you could use a break from housework, you plop down on the floor and flip the scrapbook open.

The first couple pages were decorated with pictures of you both from back when you were students at UA. You had been in a different class than him but managed to end up in a few of the same shots taken at various training camps and school festivals. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the quiet, reserved boy Aizawa had been back then. You remember being intrigued by him right away and wondered how someone with a quirk like his had ended up in a hero course. He had always seemed apathetic about everything as he trudged around the school campus, but that impression quickly changed once you saw him in action the first time. A fire had ignited in his eyes as he worked himself ten times as hard as his classmates just to keep up with their powerful quirks. He had really impressed you.

It hadn’t been until after graduation that you really became friends with Aizawa. You had joined an agency that had you patrolling a district right next to his, so you were often rushing over to each other whenever there was a particularly difficult villain situation. There were a handful of newspaper clippings in the scrapbook about some of your more impressive team-ups. Aizawa looked so tired in those pictures, and you knew it was the dark events of his last year of High School that weighed him down. The fact that he had still chosen to get a hero license after that and put every ounce of his passion into saving innocent lives made you admire him even more. And as exhausted as he always seemed to be, he’d always invited you to join him for coffee if your patrols ended around the same time.

You flip to the next page and find photos from your first official date. You had been invited to a charity event and felt brave enough to ask Aizawa to be your plus one. Honestly, you hadn’t even expected him to accept, so it came as a surprise when he easily agreed. He had been so calm about at it that you suspected he might have assumed you meant to go as friends. Your mind was blown when he showed up at your place looking extremely handsome with his hair combed back and wearing a full tux. You’d never forget the way your heart had hammered in your chest when he’d taken your hand into his the first time to walk you into the venue. Somewhere along the way, the quiet boy from school had grown into a confident man. Watching him overcome so many obstacles had earned your deepest respect, so how could you resist falling in love with him?

Feeling nostalgic now, you continue scanning over the pages, reliving the moments you had shared together. The scrapbook was filled with ticket stubs from movie dates, stickers from your favorite cat café, wristbands from the summer music festival you’d dragged him to, and countless other items that each brought back emotions from precious memories. All of them led up to the last page which contained the first picture taken of you both after he’d asked you to marry him. Of course you’d said yes. Aizawa was the love of your life and you couldn’t imagine a better person to spend the rest of your life with.

All the reminiscing suddenly hits you full force and you feel tears well up in your eyes. How had you ended up with such a resilient and compassionate man as a partner? You couldn’t wait to marry him and be his forever. The sound of him calling your name surprises you and you whirl around to see him standing awkwardly in the doorway. He must’ve finished up work a little early or come home for lunch.

“Are you okay?” He asks in concern as he takes in the sight of you on the floor, surrounded by the other items you had taken off the bookshelf earlier and blubbering like a baby. You close the scrapbook and hop up to go wrap your arms around him tightly.

“I just love you so much!” you say through your sobbing and Aizawa lets out a small laugh, keeping you in his arms as he begins rubbing the back of your neck gently to sooth you.

“I love you too,” he states confidently even though he was still a little confused. “But what happened?”

“I found our scrapbook while cleaning,” you sniff and finally pull away to go find a tissue. “I just got a little emotional looking at all our pictures.”

Aizawa hums in understanding while walking over and picking the scrapbook up off the floor. He thumbs through the pages and a small smile grows on his face before he tucks the book back in its place on the shelf. “We’ll have to buy a new one soon,” he says while pulling you back into a hug, “since I plan on making lot more memories with you.”

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 4 years

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Let’s Hang Out - Silver

[Woooo Whumptober! I... uh I don’t have many but I have this one!! We’ll see, I guess.]

CW: noncon drugging, restraints, tiny whumpee, non-human whumpee, captivity/cage, escape attempt, non-con touch, wing whump

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Silver woke with a start. Corwin was looming above his cage, smiling stupidly.

“What is your problem? Go away,” Silver yelled, closing his eyes and settling his head back on his arms. It was getting better, but he was supposed to be asleep during the day. But no, stupid giant Corwin had to come and wake him up and make him go to the awful game booth. No one had won last night, but a kid had gotten close and hit Silver in the stomach with the ring. His ribs still hurt, and he didn’t wanna get up.

“Come on little bug, let’s go.” Silver rolled his eyes and hissed back like a cat.

Corwin just laughed and opened the wire door. Silver bared his teeth, but it wasn’t even a threat after the man had started wearing leather gloves. That bothered Silver. It bothered him because they weren’t even work gloves, just soft leather riding gloves. He sulked, but allowed Corwin to pick him up.

Easier to tell himself that he allowed it rather than Corwin did it to him.

But today, Corwin didn’t leave the room. No, he turned and started for the work bench.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Silver asked, voice rising a little with anxiety. He scrambled uselessly at the gloved hand that held him, eyes widening. He looked up to see Corwin smirking.

“I like you. I think I’ll keep you around a little longer, up with me at the booth. Good little demonstration sprite to get people interested. So,” he explained as he opened a drawer and pulled out a spool of wire, “You’re going to be still while I work on this.”

Silver made a face of disgust, partially at the man’s words but also at the implication that he would be still for any amount of time ever. He bit and chewed on the leather, but it held firm. The man shook the hand that grasped the nitebright, dazing and confusing him. As Silver tried to get his bearings, the man plopped him down on the wooden tabletop.

“You’re gonna be still, because if you are, I’ll untape your wings.”

That got Silver’s attention. He shook his head to get rid of the last feelings of dizziness and snapped his attention up. Corwin laughed again, and Silver huffed. Oh, oh he didn’t want to. He wanted to bite the man so many times he would be nothing more than an itching, swelling ball of a human, but he needed his wings. He needed them bad. If he had them, he might be able to slip away.

It wasn’t a situation he wanted to be in, but he was already there.

“Fine,” he said as he crossed his arms. Corwin laughed, and it was the worst sound in the world. He was so tired of hearing it.

“Oh, you’re cute.”

Silver’s blood was boiling. He jumped up, temper raging.

“Shut up! Just shut up! What, you think I want to hear all of this? No! I don’t! I’m sick and tired of it, so just shut your stupid giant mouth and let me go!” Corwin just smiled down at him, and Silver shrieked wordlessly in fury. In a split-second decision, he ignored the impulse to fight and darted off to the left.

The work table was tall, but there was a bookshelf next to it. From there, he might be able to grab something to get him to the floor, then he could just hide under something or squeeze into a space too small for the human.

He didn’t even get to the end of the table before he was pinned to the wooden surface by a hand. He struggled and screamed, but it was too strong.

“What did I just say about staying still? Fine, let’s do this the easy way.”

Corwin grabbed him roughly, and Silver remembered once again that his ribs were still very much sore. He wheezed in the tight grip, dragging nails that barely scratched the leather’s surface.

He was dumped into another jar, relieved beyond words that it was empty. He was relieved, but still incredibly angry and frustrated. Before he could try and escape, something covered the opening. Silver clawed at the sides, knowing there was no point. He couldn’t claw through glass. He couldn’t bite it or break it or even scratch it. He screamed in rage, frustrated beyond words.

He pounded a tiny fist against the glass and noticed something. The glass was fogging. He looked around, confused, to see that there were gray tiny droplets forming on all sides. The air was different, too; it smelled sweeter.

The lid seemed to be the normal one with the little air holes, so he wiped a circle clear of condensation and looked to try and see. He couldn’t quite tell through the warping of the glass, but he could see some sort of tall canister and a hose that connected it to the jar.

A gas canister.

“What, what are you doing?! What is that!?” He screamed, breath coming faster and faster. No, idiot, don’t breathe faster, that’ll only make it worse. He tried to calm down, but the scent of peaches was all around him and he could feel it in his lungs. It wasn’t air. It was heavier than that. It made his body feel heavy, made his eyelids droop down and his knees begin to buckle.

Silver tried to find grip on the smooth glass once again, but when he fell to his knees there was no resistance against the surface. Even through his panic, his breathing was getting slower and his vision began to blur.

“No no nonononono,” he muttered, before he wasn’t able to keep his eyes open at all.

Silver woke up disoriented. He was laying on his stomach, nose pressed into the hardwood of the workbench. He groaned and sat up. He didn’t hurt, but he still felt off. He moved onto his hands and knees and heard a strange sound behind him.

He looked down and his stomach rolled.

Wire was coiled around his ankle; a little loose, but not even close to loose enough to slip off. It was soldered together to form a cuff, a length of delicate ball chain hanging down. The skin around it still felt warm and uncomfortable, but he didn’t think that he had been burned.

Corwin’s shadow loomed, and Silver balked.

“There you go, now you won’t be getting away. Now I- “

“What the hell did you do? You, you bastard! How is this ever supposed to come off!? This is stuck on me forever you absolute rat bastard!” Silver interrupted, lighting up as he worked himself into a rage. He stood and took a step towards the human, wings starting to raise to increase his size. He-

Wings??

Silver stopped his tirade abruptly and flexed his wings. They were free! He could open them and stretch them. The flood of relief overwhelmed his anger and he reached back to run his fingers across the thin membranes. As much as he hated to admit it, Corwin had done a good job wrapping them. Even with all the damage Silver had taken, his wings were in perfection condition.

Corwin laughed at how quickly he became distracted.

“Like I was saying, I untapped your wings. I would suggest not trying to fly right away. They’ll be a little weak, but I can help you strengthen them again.”

Silver’s head snapped up, face contorted with disdain and offence.

“Like hell you will! What, you think that I can’t take care of my own wings? Listen here bastard-“ His wings buzzed behind him with his emotions, and his breath caught. It was like his back had been stabbed, sharp pain coming directly through his chest. He gasped and tried to breathe through it. His eyes squeezed shut and he grit his teeth. Ow ow ow ow.

“See? You’ll sprain them that way. Just calm down and stretch them out slowly.”

The little sprite glared as Corwin reached down and picked him up. The chain was quite long, attached with a small lock on Corwin’s belt. He placed Silver on his shoulder, looking over at him with fondness.

It was enough to make Silver’s stomach roll again.

He scrambled and bit Corwin’s neck, trying to get as much venom in as he could. Corwin cursed and slapped at him, but Silver was able to get another bite in before Corwin grabbed the chain hanging off him and pulled.

Silver flew back and off Corwin’s shoulder, dangling upside down by one ankle. He shrieked and yelled and fought, but all that did was make him swing lightly, wings fluttering painfully behind him.

Wings free, but useless.

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hysterialevi · 3 years

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Eitr | Chapter 2

Fanfic summary: In an alternate universe where the Raven Clan is wiped out, Sigurd ends up being rescued by the son of a Saxon ealdorman, and is tasked with being the boy’s new bodyguard. Upon meeting the boy’s father however, Sigurd soon realizes that the ealdorman is responsible for his clan’s destruction, and secretly plans for revenge while hiding behind the guise of a Norse pagan turned Christian.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male OC

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FORANGAL CASTLE, WEDENSCIRE

MORNING

Hurrying down the steps of the castle as her dress frolicked around her legs, Lady Edlynne rushed to catch up with her brothers before they could scurry off into town without her, and leave her at the mercy of Bishop Hundwerth once again.

Apparently, the head chef of the castle was in need of some trout for the meal she had planned for this evening, but instead of relying on one of her servants like she normally did, the ealdorman’s sons had offered to fetch it for her, and were preparing to leave from the main gate.

Unfortunately for Edlynne however, her name had been left out of their festivities as per usual, and thus left the girl at a disadvantage considering how she only learned of their plans mere moments ago.

But this time, she was not willing to stay back as she normally did. The dreary walls of the castle had caged her in for far too long already, and with Hundwerth constantly hammering his piety in her ears, the young noblewoman was in desperate need of some fresh air.

Jogging up to the main gate, Edlynne found her brothers conversing at the stable as they readied their horses for the journey ahead, giving them a light snack to start off the new day.

Her twin brother, Joseph, was currently sat on top of a rather wobbly looking fence with an apple in his hand, but seemed to fare alright thanks to his lean frame. He was only a boy of sixteen years and hardly stood any taller than his sister, but even then, some still considered him to be particularly scrawny for a nobleman.

As for their elder brother, Edric, his appearance was more akin to that of a soldier than a lord. Despite not even being thirty years of age yet, the young man already had his fair share of battle scars and sported a rough beard, giving him a much more weathered temperament than his father probably would’ve liked.

He constantly carried a sword around with him and armored himself with a black gambeson, but still made sure that the cross hanging from his neck was visible underneath the collar of his cape.

Both of them were a welcome sight to see after Edlynne’s many days of being trapped in the castle, but with the absence of their eldest brother Gareth looming over them like a stormy cloud, she couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sadness suddenly gripping at her heart.

“Joseph, Edric!” She exclaimed, running up to them. “Wait!”

The two boys turned their heads towards her, clearly surprised to see her face this morning.

“Sister,” Joseph greeted, “I didn’t expect to see you here today. It’s been ages since I last saw you out in the sun. Will you be joining us in town?”

Edlynne sighed out of annoyance. “God, I hope so. Bishop Hundwerth hasn’t dared take his eyes off me ever since I spoke of my interest in the Danes’ religion. He fears that their influence will corrupt me.”

Edric chuckled at that. “You thinking of converting to paganism, Edlynne?”

“Hardly,” she denied. “I will always be a Christian at heart, but I do not think it is wrong to have an interest in other religions either. How can we expect to resolve the conflict in our shire if we will not even attempt to understand our enemies?”

Joseph took a bite out of his apple. “Well, some people would consider that to be heresy.”

Edlynne crossed her arms. “Some people would see us at war for another century.”

The eldest threw a grin at his brother. “You hear that, Joseph? Wise beyond her years, this one. We should give her a seat next to father.”

Edlynne smiled in response. “You jest, but I’ll have you know that father has sought my counsel in the past. He spoke to me last night, in fact. Though... it’s not very often he actually listens to me, I’ll admit.”

Joseph hopped off the fence. “Well, whatever you do, just make sure he doesn’t hear of your fascination with the Danes. You know of his feelings for them.”

The girl’s expression drooped with sorrow. “Yes, I do. He’s changed so much ever since... well, you know.”

Falling into a state of heartache, the young woman quickly snapped out of her grief when she realized how she had dampened the mood and forced herself to push her thoughts aside, not wanting them to overtake her again.

“But... let us not dwell on that. You two have a busy day ahead of you, and my chances of getting any fresh air dwindle with every minute Hundwerth isn’t near me. So let’s get going.”

Edric climbed on top of his horse, taking hold of the reins. “Alright. Edlynne, you go with Joseph. I’ll take my own mount. We’ll ride the path west of here, and cut through the woods into Agenbury. It’ll take longer, but the main roads are laden with soldiers nowadays. I’d rather not weave my way through them.”

Taking a seat behind her brother as he plopped himself onto the saddle, Edlynne wrapped her arms around Joseph’s waist and held him tightly as the three of them began trotting through the main gate, bidding the castle farewell.

It was a bright morning today, blotted with only a few clouds. The sun shone freely throughout the sky despite the residue from the recent storm, and thanks to the rain that poured on Wedenscire the previous night, a fresh layer of mist hung over the land, catching the light in a fashion that was worthy of paintings.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Edlynne remarked. “And also much colder than I remember. Though, that’s probably due to the storm. Still, it’s nice to be outside of the castle walls again. I can’t recall the last time father allowed me to leave. Thank you both for letting me come with you.”

“Of course,” Joseph replied. “I fear that Edric and I were also in need of some time away from Forangal. That’s why we volunteered to help Nelda. The poor old woman’s practically locked herself in the larder this morning, trying to prepare this meal for us.”

“How is Nelda?” Edlynne asked. “I’ve not spoken to her in ages.”

“Oh, you know her,” Joseph said sarcastically. “Cranky, old bat as usual. Still the same woman that used to chase us around the castle after we’d steal the treats when we were children.”

Edric butted in. “And then blame me for it.”

Joseph laughed at that. “Do you remember that one time Edlynne and I brought in that stray cat from the streets? And we accidentally left it alone in the kitchens? The wretched animal had buried its face in a meal she was making for father, and sent it spilling all over to the floor. I thought Nelda was going to butcher us all that day -- cat included.”

“Oh, don’t remind me. She dragged the two of you fools over to me later that day and shouted with a fury so hot that I could’ve sworn I saw flames on her breath. Gareth had to calm her down whilst we ended up cleaning the kitchen.”

Edlynne smiled at the memory. “Gareth always had a way with Nelda. He knew how to ease her temper.”

“Indeed,” Joseph said. “Though, I think he had that effect on everyone. Something about him always brought peace to other peoples’ hearts. He knew how to unify them in times of division, and comfort them in times of war.”

A morose sigh escaped the sullen boy. “Things will... not be the same without him around. I know it’s been over a month since he died, but... I fear the wounds are still fresh.”

“Aye.” Edric agreed quietly. “He was a good brother to us all. And an even better friend. It was a tragic loss, the day he died. I think father’s taken the brunt of it.”

A sudden thought crossed the man’s mind. “Edlynne, you said you spoke with him last night?”

The girl nodded. “I did.”

“And... how did he seem? Did he seem better to you?”

Edlynne stuttered, unsure of how to describe their encounter. “I... I don’t know, to be honest. He appeared to be doing alright, but it felt like he was wearing a mask. As if... he was simply putting on a strong face for everyone else’s sake. Deep down though, I think he’s still hurting.”

“Of course he is,” Edric noted. “He lost one of his children. It’s a parent’s worst nightmare.”

Joseph raised a question. “What exactly happened to Gareth, anyway? I know he was killed near Grantebridge, but father has yet to give us any further details.”

“That’s because you would not wish to hear them,” his brother explained. “Believe me. All you need to know is that a clan of Danes killed him. The Raven Clan, specifically.”

The name was unfamiliar to Edlynne. “The Raven Clan? Who are they?”

“You haven’t heard of them? They’ve been causing quite a stir in Mercia -- killing kings and crowning new ones. From what I understand, they’re the ones who helped the Ragnarssons remove Burgred from his throne.”

“But why kill Gareth?” Joseph asked. “What could they possibly gain from killing the son of an ealdorman? Aside from a lifetime of conflict, that is.”

Edric sighed solemnly. “I do not know their reasons, nor their justifications. But you would do well not to get caught up on it. All that matters now is that Gareth is at peace. He was a devote Christian, and he now joins our mother in Heaven, forever to be at God’s side. He would not want us to sulk. So keep your chins up -- both of you -- and let us carry on with our day.”

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A WHILE LATER

AGENBURY

Finally arriving at Agenbury, the three siblings slowed down to a halt as the peaceful settlement came into view, decorating the flat horizon with a quaint series of houses and shops.

The quiet town seemed to be the same as usual -- lunatics and all -- and despite the hefty toll the war had taken on its people, everything appeared to be in working order.

The fisherman’s wife, Ardith, remained attached to her husband’s stall as always, and with the unpleasant stench of freshly-captured fish to start off her morning, the permanent scowl on her face only seemed to deepen.

“There’s Ardith,” Edric pointed out. “She’ll have the trout we need.” He climbed off of his horse, leaving it near the main entrance. “Come along then, you two. Let’s finish this quickly.”

Mirroring their brother’s actions, Joseph and Edlynne unmounted their horse before following the young man into town, hanging behind him as he navigated his way through the scattered groups of civilians.

Many of the town’s residents seemed to eye the noble family with a wary gaze -- which was uncommon for their people -- and the further they stepped into the watchful settlement, the more everyone’s voices seemed to lower into hushed tones.

“Is it just me,” Joseph whispered among them, “or does it feel... odd here today?”

Edlynne narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “No, it’s definitely not just you. The people here seem frightened. It’s almost like the whole town is... waiting for something. Do you reckon something happened before we arrived?”

“It’s most likely because of the war,” Edric assumed. “I know the conflicts in Wedenscire have had a rough impact on these people. Who knows what kind of horrors they’ve had to endure at the hands of the Danes? Though... there don’t seem to be any signs of a raid.”

Joseph disagreed. “If there had been a raid, we would’ve heard about it. This is something different.”

“I suppose we’ll find out, given enough time. Just keep your wits about you, and try not to alarm anyone.”

Carrying on with their plans, the three of them casually walked up to Ardith’s stall as the woman focused on organizing her collection of fish, stopping only to greet the peculiar customers that had suddenly shown up at her shop.

“Hello, Ardith.” Edric said, deterring the woman’s attention.

“Oh, good morning, milord!” She said in surprise. “I was not expecting to see you here today. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m just here to pick up some trout for Nelda back at the castle.”

The stout woman rested a hand on her hip. “Ah, I see. Normally, it’s her servants that come by, but I won’t turn away a friendly face.”

Her expression grew dim. “I’m... so sorry about what happened to Gareth, Edric. We received the news not too long ago. He was loved by many people in Agenbury. It’s such a shame that he had to depart from this world in so brutal a manner. He will be missed.”

Edric nodded in agreement. “Indeed. His death has affected us all, I fear.”

“And Aegenwulf? How does your father fare?”

The young man shrugged in uncertainty. “Hard to say. He keeps his head high and does what he must to protect this shire, but he bears the burdens of twenty men combined. I do not envy his position.”

Ardith gave him a look of sympathy. “Aye. But have no fear, Edric. Your father’s always been a fighter. Trust me. I’ve known him since before he had any grey in his hair. He will come through. I know he will.”

“Thank you, friend. Your words bring me comfort.”

Joseph jumped into the conversation, inquiring about the rest of the town. “Ardith, do you have any idea why Agenbury’s so on edge today? The town carries a strange mood.”

The woman nearly offered a response, but bit her tongue in hesitance. “Y-Yes, but I do not wish to burden you with our troubles, young lord. I imagine you’ve enough of your own already.”

Edlynne took a step towards the stall. “Please, Ardith. If something has happened in this town, we’d like to help. You’re our people, after all.”

Ardith let out a deep sigh and crossed her arms, glancing back at her house.

“I-It’s my husband, Wilfred,” she said quietly. “He went fishing at the harbor this morning as he always does, but... instead of returning with a sack of fish, he came back with a bloody Dane...!”

Edric paused in alarm upon hearing that. “What? A Dane? In Agenbury?”

“Believe me, I was just as shocked as you. Apparently, Wilfred found him washed up on the shore, beaten and wounded. By whom or what, I don’t know, but he already looked dead by the time my husband dragged him back.”

Joseph decided to ask for more information. “Do you have any idea who he is? Or where he came from?”

Ardith shook her head. “No. We’ve yet to speak to him. He’s been unconscious ever since Wilfred brought him back from the harbor.”

The boy let out an uneasy breath. “Father’s not going to like this. He’s been tense enough already ever since Gareth died. If he finds out that a Dane has infiltrated the town...”

Edlynne cut him off. “He won’t. Not yet.”

Her twin quirked a brow. “What do you mean, not yet? He’s the ealdorman, for God’s sake. He has to know.”

“We can’t tell him about this. Not for the moment, at least. If father learns about this Dane’s presence, he’ll have him killed for sure.”

Edric scowled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

The noblewoman remained staunch in her belief. “Listen, both of you -- I know everyone’s still hurting from Gareth’s death, and believe me, I am too. But we could learn something from this Dane. He might be useful to us.”

Edric wasn’t entirely convinced yet. “We don’t even know if this man speaks our tongue, Edlynne. And if he does, there’s no guarantee he’ll help us anyways. You know the Danes. They’d rather pick death over dishonor.”

“Even then, I’d like to be certain of what this man’s intentions are before we start lopping off anyone’s heads. Let me speak to him, at least.”

Edric sighed in defeat, crossing his arms. “...Very well. If that is what you wish. But be careful, sister. We have no idea who this man is. And I’d rather we return to the castle in one piece.”

The young man turned back to Ardith, trying to calm the woman’s nerves. “Have no fear, old friend. We’ll speak to this Dane for you. He need not worry you any longer.”

She seemed pleased with that. “Thank you, Edric. I think everyone would feel better if we knew who he was, or why he was here. He should still be at home.”

“Then I will go there,” Edlynne said. “Joseph can come with me whilst you conclude your business here, brother. That way, we can get things done faster.”

“Alright,” Edric agreed. “I’ll meet you there once I’m finished here. Don’t do anything drastic before I arrive.”

The girl gave him a reassuring nod. “Of course.” She turned to her twin, beckoning him to follow. “Come on, Joseph. Let’s go see this Dane for ourselves.”

Allowing their paths to diverge for the moment, Edlynne and Joseph made their way to Wilfred’s house while Edric stayed behind to collect the fish for Nelda, clearly still unsettled by the strange turn of events.

He understood it was unfair to judge one Dane based on the actions of many others, but in a time of war, compassion and empathy were always a dangerous thing to gamble with.

Edric knew details about Gareth’s death that the twins didn’t. He knew how the Danes had butchered him and left his body for the ravens, and he knew that their people were not so easily negotiated with.

But still... he supposed he could let Edlynne investigate this Dane’s sudden appearance, at the very least. He may have been skeptical of this man’s motivations, but he could not deny that he was curious to learn the truth for himself.

And so, without another word said, Edric simply let the twins go about their business as he continued his conversation with Ardith, eager to get this errand over with.

Meanwhile, Edlynne and Joseph walked side-by-side as they approached the fisherman’s house, speculating amongst themselves about what this Dane could’ve possibly wanted. It wasn’t uncommon for a Northman to be in Wedenscire exactly, but Agenbury was a different story.

“A single Dane showing up on our shores...” Edlynne murmured, “what could it mean?”

Joseph shrugged nervously. “Nothing good, that’s for certain. I’m aware that not all of them are barbarians as Hundwerth would have us believe, but tensions have been rising ever since Gareth was killed. If we don’t sort this situation out properly, it could reach a breaking point.”

“Then let us make haste, lest it comes to that.”

Strolling up to the fisherman’s front door, Joseph firmly knocked on the wooden surface as the two of them waited for a response, silently observing the quiet house.

There didn’t seem to be much activity happening inside -- probably due to the Dane’s unconscious state -- and the only sounds they could hear were the rapid footsteps of a man coming to greet them at the door.

“Pardon my untidiness, whoever you are,” a gruff voice said from the inside as they moved around some objects to clear the way, “but I fear things have been rather... disorderly this morning.”

The fisherman swung open the door, revealing an old but lively man standing in the entryway.

“Now, then, how can I--” He came to a halt, his eyes widening in surprise upon seeing the twins.

“Lord Joseph...! And sweet Lady Edlynne. Well, I certainly didn’t expect to see you two here today. I suppose this morning’s just chock-full of unlikely guests, isn’t it? What brings you to my doorstep?”

Joseph beamed at the elderly man. “Hello, Wilfred. Your wife sent us. She said you had a... Dane problem?

Wilfred scratched the bald patch on his head, sighing in discontent. “Aye. The poor bastard. I found him this morning, lying unconscious and alone. He was laden with battle wounds, and covered in blood. I don’t have a clue why the river shat him out in Agenbury of all places, but I wasn’t about to leave a man to die. Saxon or not.”

Edlynne admired his compassion. “Then you’ve already done more than most. Has he woken up yet?”

“Nay. He’s been out cold ever since I brought him back. He spoke briefly when we first met, but it was mostly out of delirium. Couldn’t understand a word he said. You know the Danes. Bloody weird language, they have.”

“May we see him?” Joseph asked. “We’d like to speak with this man ourselves, if possible.”

Wilfred stepped off to the side, granting them entrance. “Of course. Do what you wish. Though, I’m not sure if he’ll wake up during your stay here. He was in a severely bad state when I found him.”

Strolling through the front door, Joseph and Edlynne welcomed themselves into the cozy atmosphere of Wilfred’s home as they gazed around in curiosity, anxious to see what this Dane looked like.

Joseph had already met a few of their people during his time with Edric and Gareth, but Edlynne on the other hand, had yet to meet a Dane for herself. Aegenwulf often kept them at a distance when it came to interactions with his daughter, and now that he had lost one of his own children to their axes, the girl imagined he would only grow more protective.

“Look,” she said with a soft gasp, “there he is.”

Following his sister’s line of sight, Joseph spotted the fallen Dane sleeping on the opposite side of the room, seemingly undisturbed.

He was currently resting on a makeshift bed that Wilfred had created, and was wrapped head-to-toe in an abundance of bandages. He looked like he was still breathing -- for the time being -- but just based on the amount of blood that was already seeping from his skin, Joseph started to wonder if they’d even get a chance to see him wake.

He appeared rather normal though, the boy thought. For a Dane. His skin was etched with many traditional Nordic markings, and the red hair on his head had been shaved in a fashion common with his people. Meanwhile, his beard remained bushy and untamed, and the calloused texture of his hands told Joseph he was no stranger to battle.

“Friendly looking fellow, isn’t he.” The boy remarked.

Edlynne walked closer to the man, driven by her fascination.

“I’ve... never seen a Dane before. Father has always done his best to keep me away from them, but... he looks surprisingly human. Bishop Hundwerth always makes it sound as if they’re the Devil himself roaming the earth.”

Joseph took a seat on a nearby chair. “Bishop Hundwerth would call it heresy if one of his priests farted too loudly in the chapel. Pay him no mind.”

The noblewoman turned back to the fisherman, asking him more questions.

“Wilfred, what was he like when you found him? I know you said he was hurt, but... how hurt, exactly?”

The old man exhaled deeply, crossing his arms. “Let’s just say I’m surprised he was alive to begin with. He had two bloody arrows sticking out of his chest, and his skin was torn up from getting sliced so many times. I don’t know much about their pagan gods, but they must be a protective bunch to pull him out of that.”

Joseph thought back to their talk with Ardith. “Your wife said you found him on the shore?”

“Indeed. I assume the river carried him here from upstream. Possibly from the north. He crawled out of it like a corpse rising from the dead.”

“Do you think he’ll live?”

Wilfred furrowed his brow in a grim manner. “I... I don’t know, Joseph. I’ve done everything I can to patch him up, but I’m just a simple fisherman at the end of the day. I’m no healer.”

Interrupting their conversation, a knock suddenly emitted from the door, leading all of them to bring their attention to the entrance.

“That must be Edric.” Joseph announced.

Allowing their new guest to come in, Wilfred stepped over the many items scattered around the house before opening the door, revealing Edric on the other side.

“Ah, hello, milord. Your siblings are here already.”

The young man poked his head in, greeting the twins with a new sack of fish on his shoulder.

“Well?” He said, walking into the house. “Have you two learned anything?”

Joseph shook his head. “Not much, I’m afraid. We’re fairly certain the river carried the Dane here from upstream, but other than that... all we have is speculation.”

Edric strode towards them, kneeling beside his sister. “Speculation won’t do us any good. We need to know for sure who he is, and what he wants. I assume he hasn’t woken up yet?”

“No. He’s been unconscious this whole time. We don’t even know if he’ll survive.”

Wilfred joined their side, offering his advice to Edric. “As I was explaining to your brother earlier, milord, the only way this Dane is going to survive is if you get him in the hands of a healer. I’ve done what I can to buy him some time, but... without proper medical treatment, I fear he may pass soon.”

Edlynne’s expression lit up with an idea. “Linette! Back at the castle! She could look after him. She knows what she’s doing.”

The look on Edric’s face alone was enough to make his disapproval clear. “What? You want to bring a Dane back to the castle? After what just happened with Gareth?”

“I know it’s risky,” the young woman conceded, “but he’s dying, Edric. He needs our help.”

“So do many of our own people.” He countered. “We need to save our resources for those we can trust; those who will fight for us. Not stray Danes that wash up on our shores.”

Edlynne almost appeared offended at that. “Brother, do you hear yourself? This man’s life is in our hands, and you’re willing to just throw it away? All because he’s a Dane?”

The older man fell silent for a moment, admittedly feeling somewhat ashamed of his words, but still obstinate in his opinion.

“I know it’s harsh, Edlynne, but you’ve not seen the horrors that have occurred between our people and the Danes. We’d be foolish to trust one, especially when we have no idea who he is. There’s also the fact that we’d have to keep his presence a secret. Until he wakes up, at least.”

“I think it’s worth it if it means we can save a life,” she replied. “I understand your fear, brother, but what sort of Christians would we be if simply stood by and watched this man die? His being a pagan doesn’t make him any less deserving of our help.”

Edric grew frustrated with his sister’s naivety. “It’s not just about the religion, Edlynne. It’s also about the war. There’s no love lost between Saxons and Danes, and for good reason. How do you think our friend here is going to react when he wakes up in a foreign castle, surrounded by hostile forces?”

The young woman frowned. “And what if he has a clan? What if they come looking for him? How do you think they’ll react when they find out we simply left him to die?”

Joseph shrugged in agreement. “She raises a fair point, Edric. If we help this man and he turns out to hate the Saxons, so what? We’ll have a castle full of guardsmen fighting against a single Dane. But if we don’t help him and his clan comes looking for him, we’ll have an entire army to deal with, plus anyone who’s allied with them. I say we bring him back. How much harm could he do in this condition, anyways?”

Edric sighed in defeat, finding himself at a loss for words. He really wasn’t fond of the idea of bringing a stranger back into the midst of their home -- especially when that stranger was a viking -- but deep down, he knew it was the right thing to do.

After all, what good was he as a Christian if he was not even willing to help those in need? He may have distrusted the Danes for their crimes in the past, but on the other hand, he had no way of indicating that this particular man had any similar motives.

For all he knew, this could’ve just been some poor soul who had gotten caught in the crossfire, and left for dead. There was nothing that could prove he had any intentions of doing wrong by their people, and... perhaps it would’ve been cruel to assume otherwise without even giving him a chance to wake up.

“...Alright, you two.” Edric finally said. “We’ll bring the Dane back to the castle.”

Edlynne beamed with appreciation. “You mean it?”

“Yes, but this will not bode well with father.”

Joseph dismissed the warning. “Father is blinded by his grief. He’ll understand eventually.”

Edric stood up from the floor and handed the sack of trout to his brother, giving him a new set of instructions.

“Here, take this. Ride back to Forangal. I’ll bring the Dane with me, and meet you two at Linette’s clinic later.”

Joseph groaned in effort as he lugged the sack over his shoulder, surprised at how heavy it was.

“Sounds good. Stay safe on the way back, brother. We promise not to tell father about this.”

“Good.”

Bringing his attention to Wilfred, Edric took out a few pieces of silver and placed them in the man’s hands, giving him an appreciative nod.

“Here, Wilfred. For your troubles.”

The fisherman smiled warmly. “Thank you, Edric. You’re far too kind.”

The nobleman chuckled. “My sister would disagree.”

Making their way out of Wilfred’s house, the siblings finally took their leave from Agenbury and swiftly returned to the stables, eager to ride back to the castle. They had no idea how well they’d be able to keep this a secret, considering all the prying eyes at Forangal, but the three of them were determined to ensure this man’s survival.

He could’ve been the key to all the conflicts that had arisen in Wedenscire. So many fights had broken out in the past few years between their people and the Danes, that a part of Edlynne hoped their new friend’s presence would help to ease the tensions.

Though, she couldn’t help but wonder if her elder brother was right. What if Edric turned out to be correct, and this Dane only ended up causing more trouble? Was it wise to trust a man so blindly?

Probably not, but that didn’t hinder her desire to help the wounded man. He was completely at their mercy in his current condition, and Edlynne did not have the heart to cast him aside, regardless of the risks.

So, with a nervous heart, the young woman simply followed her brothers out of town and prepared herself for the journey ahead, praying that it would not end in more bloodshed. She knew how adamant their father was in his hatred for Danes, and she hoped that he would be able to see past the grief that still held onto him so tightly.

Gareth would’ve vouched for peace, after all. He always favored the diplomatic route over unnecessary violence, and in light of recent events, Edlynne imagined he would’ve wanted them to save this man too.

It was the only right thing to do, Edlynne thought. And she did not intend diminish her brother’s legacy.

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 4 years

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Chapter Summary: Chat Noir brings up some renovations the base could use. Also, he and Ladybug flirt decide to study together.

Word Count: 2065 | Chapter 2/?

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It was almost funny—in a twisted sort of way—how she could go from fighting for her life to panicking about her grades.

Today’s akuma had struck while she was supposed to be studying for her first physics exam. Even with Rena Rouge and Carapace providing backup, the fight through Lord Labyrinth’s twisting maze had taken three hours.

And, to top it off, she was stranded on the opposite side of the city.

“I’m sorry, Marinette,” Tikki said, curled up into a ball in her palms. “You’re sure you don’t have even a crumb left?”

She patted her empty pockets. “Nothing.”

Tikki had already eaten her five backup macarons, two emergency protein bars, and even a crepe she’d snagged with the last of her change. She couldn’t afford much more on a university budget. Tikki didn’t always need to recharge after using Lucky Charm anymore, but she also couldn’t go on forever.

“The hideout is closer than your school, right? We could stop there, then I can transform you and get you home.”

“Good idea, Tikki.” Marinette pressed a quick kiss to her head before slipping her into her backpack, which had reappeared once she’d detransformed. The heavy weight of her laptop and notebook pulling on her shoulders only added to her exhaustion.

“There’s a good entrance the next street over…”

Soon enough she was dropping down into the damp sewer. In comic books, didn’t the heroes have cool hideouts? But she couldn’t complain. Chat may have been the one to suggest the location, but she’d agreed that it was the safest bet. At least it would be a place she could rest for a minute.

The secret base was disguised from the outside, thanks to Rena Rouge’s new long-lasting illusion. Marinette could only spot the door by looking for a specific pattern in the wall—four slightly shimmery bricks at about eye level. She still patted the wall in three different places before brushing the secret handle.

“Finally,” she breathed, fumbling for the padlock. Once she pulled it just out of the illusion’s range, she could enter the password. Four letters, one on each dial.

HOME. She’d thought it was too obvious, but Chat Noir had teared up once he’d seen the lock’s default password, and she couldn’t bring herself to change it.

With the lock still in hand, she stepped into the room—

—Only to hear someone yelp and fall off the couch.

“Who is it? Who’s there?” Chat Noir’s voice rang out.

Marinette nearly jumped back and slammed the door. But thankfully, Chat’s hand was covering his eyes.

His ungloved hand. Thankfully, he’d at least had the sense to cover his miraculous with some kind of… hair scrunchie? Oh well, whatever worked.

“Don’t look!” She said redundantly. If he’d gotten a glimpse of her, it was already too late.

“I won’t, I pawmise.”

She took her fake mask from its hook and slipped it over her face. Then she shoved her backpack and shoes into the cabinet labeled LADYBUG, exchanging them for a long green hoodie that was too big to wear in public. Thankfully it was cool down in the sewers, even during the late summer.

The wooden cabinet door hadn’t been the product of a Lucky Charm, and it hung at a lopsided angle when she shut it.

“Alright.” She sighed. “You can look now.”

Chat Noir dropped his arm and stood, his eyes widening beneath the fabric mask as he took her in.

Strangely, she wanted to squirm under his gaze. It wasn’t like she looked that different outside of her suit, and the fake mask would still hide her identity. But Chat’s eyes… the black fabric didn’t change his scleras, and she found herself transfixed by the new shade of spring green. She hadn’t seen him like this since they’d swapped miraculouses while fighting against Reflekta and Reflekdoll.

“What? Hotter than you expected?” He grinned, flexing his arm under his Ladybug-themed hoodie. At least he’d been smart enough to bring an outfit change too.

“Trying to win me over by buying my merch now?” She raised an eyebrow. Pretty eyes or not, he was still Chat Noir. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting flustered.

“No, I’m trying to win you over by being pawsomely charming. This,” he tugged at the hem of his hoodie, “is just because I have taste.”

“I guess I can’t fault you there.” She stepped over to him and straightened the drawstrings hanging from his hood. It was still weird, seeing him in normal clothes, being forced to confront the fact that Chat Noir was a regular university student, just like her. She knew that, of course, but with his over-the-top puns and flirting, it sometimes felt like he belonged in a comic book.

“We need a doorbell. You could’ve seen me before I had the chance to put on my mask.” She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of that sooner. She’d assumed heroes would stop here individually, or arrive transformed. It wasn’t like her to miss such an obvious problem; the stress of classes must be getting to her.

“You could’ve just knocked, you know.” He smirked.

“...I didn’t expect anyone to be here,” she admitted, face heating. “The lock was still on. How did you even get in?”

“I had Plagg put it back on just in case I ended up taking a catnap. But don’t worry about it, bugaboo. We’ll both be more prepared next time.”

His smile hit differently outside of his transformation. Stupidly, she found herself just staring into his eyes again.

“Great, now we’re going to have to watch the lovebirds in person.” Plagg gagged from his spot on the counter. It didn’t stop him from swallowing a wedge of cheese immediately after, though.

“And I’m going to have to smell you in person,” Tikki said, waving her arm in front of her face.

“We’re in a sewer! How much stinkier can it get?”

Marinette laughed. It wasn’t often she got to see Plagg, much less him and Tikki together.

“When it comes to month-old camembert, it can always get stinkier,” Chat said. “Trust me.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Marinette didn’t have a very good sense of smell, anyway. That was convenient when your secret base was located in the sewers.

“I think we’ll be fine coming here without our suits as long as everyone knocks first,” Chat said, plopping back down on the couch. “We’ve already got changes of clothes that won’t identify us. Rena and Carapace dropped theirs off when they were adding their improvements yesterday.”

“Improvements?” Marinette raised an eyebrow, not that he could see under her mask.

“I told them it would be okay; I didn’t think you’d mind. Carapace just thought it would be smart to put a Shellter around the Miracle Box. The kwamis can phase through it with their miraculouses, but no one can reach inside to steal them.”

She stepped up to the entertainment center and opened the cabinet with the miracle box. Sure enough, there was a glowing green barrier around the red egg.

“That’s a good idea, but… what if the kwamis don’t know they’re needed? They can’t hear us when they’re inside their magical world.”

Chat’s face fell. It was weird, not seeing his ears and tail droop, but the rest of his body language was still so expressive.

“I didn’t think of that.”

“It’s okay.” She stepped over and put a hand on his shoulder. “It really was a good idea. You didn’t know.”

Master Fu had given her more training on being the Guardian than he had Chat Noir. All the Master said on the matter was that Chat’s schedule wouldn’t allow it.

He nodded. “I’ll have him take it down next time I see him.”

Maybe they could still use Shellter in other ways; she’d have to think about that. If only all four of them could control the shield. That would make an excellent way to protect the base.

“You said Rena made some changes too?”

“Oh, right!” He sprung up again, then vaulted over the back of the couch to reach the kitchen. Apparently he was athletic even without the suit. “She brought some cooking supplies. Also, she was asking if we had any plans to add a bathroom.”

“A bathroom? This isn’t a hotel.” Marinette rubbed her temples. She wasn’t a plumber. She couldn’t just Lucky Charm up a functioning toilet.

Plagg let out a loud burp. “She’s right. Who needs a fancy kitchen or a bathroom when you’ve got a fridge full of cheese?”

Chat glared at him. “Some of us aren’t magical kwamis who never need to pee.”

“That’s what the sewer’s for, isn’t it?”

“Not that kind of sewer!” He smacked his forehead.

Marinette was doing her best not to burst out laughing. Chat Noir might wear the clown suit, but Plagg was the clown suit.

“I’ll see if I can come up with anything,” she assured him. Having a bathroom down here would be nice, though she didn’t know how to pull that off yet. There was a locker room for sanitation employees that they could probably use, but it would be risky, whether they went suited up or not.

This was supposed to be just a simple meeting place. She should’ve known that doing anything with Chat Noir couldn’t be simple.

Maybe we should’ve gone with his first idea of renting an apartment, she thought as she poured herself a glass of milk. It looked like Alya had brought disposable cups along with the griddle, spatulas, and utensils strewn on the counter. She really should try Lucky Charming up some drawers. Or at least break out the dragon miraculous and cut a few more cabinets into the rock.

“So what brings you here, anyway?” Chat asked while lounging against the counter. “Hoping you’d run into a handsome black cat?”

He slicked his hair back in a way he probably thought was suave. Instead he just ended up skewing his mask, and he blinked in surprise. Or maybe winked. It was hard to tell with the fabric covering up one of his eyes.

“Tikki needed a break before heading home. You saw how many Lucky Charms I used today.” She held out her cup, letting Tikki dunk her cookie in it before she took another sip.

“You were amazing. Building a trebuchet out of the pieces it gave you? Genius.”

She punched him lightly. “Flatterer.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true, my lady.” He winked.

Stop that, she told her heart when it picked up its pace. It didn’t listen, especially when he leaned in towards her.

It’s those stupid eyes. Those stupid, gorgeous eyes.

“I still can’t believe you launched my staff at just the right angle to hit the akumatized object over the wall. You wouldn’t happen to be a physics major, would you?”

“A what?” She blinked before his words actually sunk in. Then she nearly dropped her cup of milk on the counter. “Oh no! The physics exam!”

“...So that’s a yes?”

“No.” Her face flopped on the stone counter. Ow. “I’m terrible at physics. I just have to take the intro class, and I was supposed to study for the test today, but then Lord Labyrinth took forever and,” she took a deep breath, “I just really don’t want to.”

She’d never procrastinated in her life. Well, not on purpose, anyway. She just had too much to do to afford it.

“Even superheroes need breaks, you know.” He rubbed her shoulder, his touch gentle without his claws. “But if you do want to study… could I help you? I’ve took a few physics classes last year. They were a-mass-ing.”

“Really?” They didn’t talk much about their school lives—mostly for identity reasons, but also because they usually didn’t have the time. She never would’ve picked him out as a science guy. Theatre, maybe.

“Yeah. You could say I had a lot of potential.”

She groaned. “Oh no. I can’t take cat puns and science puns. If you keep this up, I’ll just take my chances with failing.”

“What? Do you think there’s too much friction between us?”

“Chat.” She glared on principle, even though she had to admit that one was almost funny.

“Alright, alright, I’m done.” He grinned. “Grab your notes and we can get started.”

#tali writes #ladynoir #home base #fic tag #if youre not following me on ao3 #just know that i posted this chapter weeks ago #there are like 5 chapters of this fic out already #i am slow at crossposting to tumblr

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Owner Training - 4

Word Count: 3,091

It was Saturday afternoon and you both were enjoying a lazy day at home. Yoongi had even gone so far as to let you scratch his head while the two of you binge-watched some shows that he’d always wanted to see but was never able to. He’d never admit it, but you could hear the low contented rumbles in his chest that you were sure would become outright purring at any moment.

Moments like these were becoming more common and you couldn’t be happier. He was obviously coming to trust you a little more each day; the haunted wariness in his eyes often replaced with amusement (mostly at your expense) and dare you say it, peace. Perhaps soon he’d trust you enough to tell you about his past. You were so curious, but not enough to force him to bring up what you were sure was bad memories.

The quiet atmosphere was suddenly disturbed by someone knocking on the apartment door. The rhythm was playful and slightly annoying since it wouldn’t stop, and you knew it could only be two certain people. You’d completely forgotten that you hadn’t told them about Yoongi yet, nor had you thought to set up a meeting.

Yoongi’s ears flicked to face the door and you saw him try to subtly scent the air. You wondered if his nose was good enough to smell them through the door. He peeked at you and raised an eyebrow. You shrugged and stood up, shuffling towards the constant knocking.

“I’m coming. Stop knocking!”

Of course it didn’t stop. You swung the door open, the dog hybrid behind it smiling sheepishly with his fist raised to knock again.

“Tae Tae, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your brother Jimin giggled and ruffled his dog hybrid’s hair.

“Isn’t he?”

You sigh and swing the door wider to invite them in.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We haven’t seen you in a while and missed you. Wanted to see if you would have dinner with us.” Jimin answered. He’d already spotted Yoongi sitting on the couch over your shoulder and his jaw dropped. Taehyung was scenting the air and still hadn’t noticed him.

“Why does it smell like a cat in here?”

As soon as he rounded the couch he spotted Yoongi. His ears were flat against his head and he looked poised for flight. Taehyung bounded up and got right in Yoongi’s face trying to sniff him. Yoongi actually hissed.

“Yoongi!”

“What?! The mutt’s in my bubble. Dude, you reek. Back off.”

“I don’t smell, do I?” Taehyung whined. “Jiminie and I just had a shower together this morning.”

“Remember when we discussed telling me too much information, Tae Tae? I don’t need to know about you and my brother in the shower,” you sigh and sit on the couch next to Yoongi, trying to block him from Taehyung a little bit.

You adored the lab hybrid, but he was perhaps a little too enthusiastic for someone like Yoongi.

“Guys, this is Yoongi. He lives with me now. Yoongi, this is my brother Jimin and his boyfriend Taehyung.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Yoongi,” greets him with an enthusiastic smile. He’d been trying to bully you into getting your own hybrid for years. “How long have you been here?”

Jimin’s voice is overly sweet, meaning you were in deep shit. He was no doubt going to whine and complain as soon as he got you alone, using every tool he had to make you feel guilty as hell for not telling him the moment Yoongi moved in. His favorite routine was to act like you not telling him something meant that you thought he was a horrible brother and he’d start crying actual tears until you begged for forgiveness.

“I dunno. A bit,” Yoongi answers warily, eyes flickering between the two guests.

“Oh...alright then. Welcome.” Jimin’s smile turns a bit sly as he looks at the two of you and the way that Yoongi was basically using you as a shield. You were a little worried about the thoughts that were going through your brother’s head. He was a snake. An adorable one, but still more devious than most people realized.

Yoongi acknowledges him with a grunt, his eyes narrowing when Taehyung plops down next to you on the couch and wraps his arms around you.

“It’s been forever since we’ve seen you. You’re gonna come eat with us, right? We’ll buy you lots of meat,” Taehyung pleads cutely, rubbing his cheek against yours.

You smile and scratch Tae’s ear. “I suppose we could, yeah. Yoongi you hungry?”

You turn to him and are startled to find him glaring at Taehyung, looking for all the world like he wants to take up the nearest item and bludgeon the poor pup.

“I guess. They’re paying, right? I’m going to eat a lot.”

Jimin laughs and pulls Taehyung off of you, wrapping his arms around the hybrid’s waist.

“You can eat as much as you want, Yoongi. Our treat to welcome you to the family.”

Yoongi scoffs and you know he’s going to make Jimin eat his words.

“We’ll meet you there, okay? I want to take my own car so we can stop by the store later,” You tell them and jump up to walk them to the front door.

Your brother hugs you quickly and waves to Yoongi as he pulls the still chattering Taehyung along with him to leave. As soon as the door closes, Yoongi grabs you and shoves you gently against the wall. You stare at him wide-eyed as he glares at you.

“You smell. You let the mutt scent you.”

“Did I? He just hugged me.”

“And rubbed his dog stink all over you. Hold still,” he rumbled, his face coming closer and closer to your own. His tail wraps itself around your waist, the end flicking every now and then like it does when he’s agitated.

When his cheek hit yours, you couldn’t help jumping a little bit in shock. You’ve cuddled a tiny bit in bed when he claims he’s freezing, or there was that one time when he was sick and pulled you into his blankets, but this was more deliberate. He was literally rubbing his cheek all over yours with his large hands gripping your hips, giving a rumble of approval a few moments later. He then moved lower towards your neck, giving it a little sniff before it received the same treatment as your cheek.

His hot breath ghosting over your skin made you tremble and you were desperately trying to will away any inappropriate thoughts. The poor thing was just doing what his instincts called for and here you were wishing he was throwing you against the wall for another reason. What a horrible owner you were.

“Let's go,” he mumbled, and your eyes shoot up to meet his amused smirk. You wonder if he knows what he does to you or if he just thinks you’re super ticklish.

“Collar, Yoongi. I know. Don’t look at me like that,” you sigh at the glowering hybrid. You were super proud of how normal your voice sounded.

“Fine, but you have to wear yours when we get home,” he grumbles, grabbing the collar from the entry table and wrapping it on.

You snort, knowing he’s made the same threat at least five times now and has never made you go through with it.

“Where are we going anyway? They just said meat,” Yoongi asked on the way to the car.

“We always go to the same place when Tae Tae wants meat. There’s a BBQ place that’s hybrid friendly downtown. Lots of options. I think you’ll like it.”

Yoongi is snapping his seatbelt into place when he growls, “Don’t call him that.”

“What?” you glance over at the irritated looking hybrid. “Tae Tae? That’s his nickname.”

He shrugs while looking out of the window. “Don’t care. Don’t like it.”

You’re mystified by his apparent dislike of all things Taehyung. Did the whole cat vs. dog thing translate over to hybrids as well?

You shake your head and focus on driving. The ride there is mostly silent. You have a feeling that if he disliked Tae this much he wouldn’t have come if there wasn’t food promised. You’ll have to get them together more often. Maybe if he gets to know him he’ll realize Taehyung is a sweet guy.

Once there, it’s easy enough to find Jimin and Taehyung, mostly because Jimin is hollering at the waitress for a bottle of Soju and Taehyung is standing up on his chair waving at you two. Yoongi is glancing around, taking in the number of owners there with their hybrids, all of them made obvious by their collars if not their ears.

“Welcome welcome!” Jimin greets happily. “I already put in several orders for meat, but if there’s something specific you’d want, Yoongi, feel free to ask for it.”

“What all did you get?”

“Mmm. A few different flavors of pork belly, sliced brisket, and some sausage to start. We always do meat, then rice, then cold soup. It comes with all the sides and Tae Tae charmed them into giving us some free gyoza, too.”

Yoongi hums and flips through the menu for a moment, and you can see him occasionally peeking up at Jimin like he’s trying to gauge how much he can get away with.

“Let’s add an order of shrimp, lamb skewers, and mackerel,” he says bravely, throwing his menu on top of the pile like he doesn’t have a care in the world. You smile proudly at him.

The waitress comes by with a plate of gyoza, cooing over the newest hybrid addition to the party. She boldly pets Yoongi’s hair and surprisingly he lets her with minimal fuss.

“You know, we also serve sushi and sashimi. I could bring you some nice and fresh sliced tuna if you’d like, kitty?”

Yoongi blushes at the name but nods. She smiles and pats Yoongi’s cheek, rushing off to get the food.

“They really like hybrids here,” Jimin laughs at Yoongi’s flustered expression. “She’s also known for taking in strays and sometimes holds fundraiser events for the local shelter where I got Taehyung from. That’s why we like coming here a lot.”

Taehyung smiles sweetly and nods, pouring Jimin a shot. He thanks him with a kiss before shooting in within seconds, his ability to drink alcohol like water always awe-inspiring. Yoongi watches them curiously.

“How long have you guys been together?”

“Oh, years. I adopted Taehyung as soon as I turned eighteen, right when Y/N and I moved away from home and got an apartment. She was furious at first because I kinda did it on accident and adopted him after seeing him playing in the shelter yard without telling her. Thankfully, he’s a sweetheart and grew on her.”

“Like a fungus,” you deadpanned, making Yoongi snort in amusement. Jimin quirked an eyebrow and shook his head before he continued.

“She says that now, but she cried when we moved into our own place. Anyway, at first I only got him because he was cute and I don’t like sleeping alone, but he’s so easy to love,” Jimin brought Taehyung’s hand to his lips, kissing it gently as the other blushed and gave a little whine.

Yoongi observed them avidly. “Huh. And it’s not hard? Ya know, cuz he’s a hybrid?”

Jimin nods in understanding. “Sometimes people say stuff, but at the end of the day, what do they matter? He’s perfectly capable of making his own choices. In fact, he started it.” Jimin snorts. “He’s happy and he makes me happy and as far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters. Fuck everyone that says it’s not okay.”

Yoongi is curiously silent and soon distracted by the food being piled onto the table by the waitress. She sets his sliced tuna and rice in front of him with a wink and he mutters his thanks, shoveling it into his mouth greedily while the rest of the food cooks. Thankfully, she’d also brought another plate of gyoza and some marinated salmon in case the humans wanted a bit of a treat as well.

Soon, with food in his belly making him content and happy, you notice the tension slowly leaving Yoongi’s shoulders. He began to actively talk to Jimin and Taehyung, even going so far as to ask them questions and even let Jimin make him a pork belly wrap. It made you so happy to see Yoongi getting along with your family.

“Y/N?! I thought that was you!”

You gasp in happy surprise as one of your friends from high school is walking towards your table. He’s grown so tall and handsome, you couldn’t believe it.

“Minho?! Oh my God, wow. How are you?”

You jump up as he opens his arms wide, letting him hug you. You swear you hear a faint hiss behind you, but you’re too excited to pay attention.

“I’m good. Doing some acting and stuff,” he smiles brightly down at you, stilling holding you close.

“I saw that! I watched one of your dramas and I couldn’t believe that was my Minho. You’ve come a long way from our drama geek days,” you giggle as he blushes at the praise.

You turn in his grasp to address the table, still smiling excitedly.

“Guys, this is my friend Choi Minho. Minho, this is my brother Jimin, his boyfriend Taehyung, and this is Yoongi.”

“A pleasure to meet you all,” he nods, then glances at Yoongi with a friendly smile. “Your boyfriend?”

You blush and wave your hand, embarrassed. “Oh, goodness no. He’s just my hybrid.”

Yoongi gasps and you glance at him curiously. The look he’s giving you cuts to your soul, like you’d betrayed him. It takes you a second to realize what you’d said that was so insulting, and when you do, you cringe and unwrap yourself from Minho. You hold a hand out to Yoongi.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry...”

He’s trembling as he drops his chopsticks and stands up, nodding to Jimin and Taehyung.

“Thank you for dinner.”

He pulls his hoodie over his head and turns towards the door, flashing you one last look before he starts walking. You could have sworn his eyes seem a little wet.

“Um. I’m just gonna go. Minho, it was nice seeing you again. I’ll call you guys later,” you nod your apology and rush out of the door, hoping to catch Yoongi.

He’s nowhere in sight so you run to your car and drive it up the road slowly, keeping an eye out for the bright red hoodie. Finally, you spot him as he’s walking up the street, his hands jammed into his pockets and his head bowed. You pull up to the side of the road and roll down your window.

“Yoongi. Please, I’m so sorry. I said that without thinking. Please get in.”

He ignores you and keeps walking and you follow him in the car slowly.

“Please.”

He pauses and looks back when he hears the tremble in your voice as you try to hold back your tears. You feel like absolute shit.

He observes your face for a moment before he sighs and finally walks to the passenger side and gets in. You shut the engine off and turn to him.

“I’m so sorry. That was such an asshole way to explain it. I apologize.”

“Is that how you really think of me, though? Am I just a hybrid?” he asks softly, and your heart breaks over how desolate he sounds.

“Of course not. You’re my Yoongi. I just spoke thoughtlessly.”

He doesn’t look convinced but at least he’s looking at you now. You can see the wet track of a single tear on his cheek.

“But is that all you see when you look at me? A hybrid? A freak? You know that I’m as much a man as anyone else, right? Sure, I have certain behaviors and thoughts due to what some asshole scientists did however the fuck many years ago, but I’m not some dumb animal,” he growls, waving his hands in frustration.

You nod, frantic for him to forgive you.

“I know. I know you are amazing and so much smarter than me. I would never, ever, think you were lesser than me.”

You can see him softening a little and grasp his hand. Thankfully, he lets you.

“I’m not your pet,” he states forcefully, staring into your eyes. “I have thoughts and feelings and desires, the same as every other fucking person.”

“Absolutely. Please forgive me.”

He sighs and squeezes your hand before releasing it. “Yeah, okay. Two things first.”

“Anything.”

“Never make me watch you slobber all over some other guy again. He’s lucky I didn’t scratch his face.”

You blush and nod. Did that mean he was jealous?

“Also, you owe me ice cream now.”

You laugh as a small smile grows on his face, thankful for his obvious olive branch. Anxious to get things back to normal, you agree.

“I do. As many scoops as you want.”

He straps himself in as you start the car once more and pull onto the road. After a few moments of silence as the two of you let your emotions calm, he reaches over and laces his hand with yours. He stares at it as you peek at him from the corner of your eye. Suddenly, he brings it to his lips and presses a gentle kiss on it, not unlike he’d so intently observed Jimin do to Taehyung earlier.

You kept your eyes on the road for the most part, but your heart was racing as you tried to figure out what this meant. He’d been so adamant about your need to see him as a man instead of just another hybrid. You’d thought it was just because of his need for independence and the basic respect that many of his kind were denied, but what if it was more? What if he wanted you specifically to see him as a man? You knew already that you were attracted to him, but was that enough for you to brave actively being with him? To brave society’s disapproval and condemnation if they were to learn that you “lowered” yourself to be with someone that was considered barely human?

As you later watch Yoongi contentedly eating his five scoops of ice cream, you’re reminded of your brother’s words from earlier. You know he makes you happy, and if you can manage to make him happy too, what does the rest of the world matter?

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The Five People Duck Fell For

(And The One Who, Quite Literally, Picked Him Up)

Here’s a kinda shitty, but kinda okay fic that I wrote because I didn’t know that needed Waynerva until Justin handed it to me on a silver platter.

If Wayne Newton has to real think about it, he would say that his first crush was on Danny Keil in the second grade. They lived in the same cul-de-sac and their mothers were both on the PTA, so they were often made to spend time together. They walked to school together, they ate lunch together, and they played tag together. It was the perfect friendship for two eight year old boys.

Danny moved away in the third grade. His mom was still around, but Wayne would never again see Danny. Wayne’s mom told him that Danny’s parents got divorced. Wayne didn’t know what that meant, but he knew that Danny was gone.

Wayne hadn’t realized that it was a crush at the time. He barely knew what a crush was and when he learned what it was, he didn’t know he could have one on a boy. By the time he recognized what it had been, Wayne had already been taught that boys liking boys was a bad thing, so he chose to avoid thinking about his first friend.

Wayne had his first kiss at a birthday party in the fifth grade and it was the beginning of his whirlwind romance with Becky Emberson. They shared pudding cups and pushed each other on the swings during recess and once Wayne gave her a dandelion on Valentine’s Day to show that he really loved her.

Becky’s favorite subject was art and Wayne’s was English and, because of that, Becky said that they were too different and that they had to break up. Wayne was absolutely heartbroken. One month later Juno Devine came to Kepler with three things that Wayne found fascinating: a Polaroid camera, a Walkman, and a love for nature that he had never seen in anyone else. Juno became his best friend and together they sat in the woods, listening to R.E.M. and taking stupid pictures of each other. Wayne made silly faces at the camera and when the picture came sliding out of it Juno laughed and said that his mouth looked like a duck’s bill. She took a pen and wrote, under the picture, Wayne “The Duck” Newton. The nickname stuck.

Tabatha and all of her friends were attractive, popular, and loaded. He asked her out on a dare and was shocked when she actually said yes. They went to a drive in movie theater that was just outside of town and made out in her car while The Empire Strikes Back played in the background. They dated for three months and neither of them found the relationship particularly interesting. She took him skiing on his 18th birthday and he fell down the mountain and nearly broke his legs. He then limped to the Wolf Ember and had his first ever bowl of French onion soup and it changed his life. She found him there, eating soup and trying not to break down in tears at its glory. She drove him home in silence and they both knew that this would be their last date.

That same night a blue woman who was maybe a ghost or maybe computers told him that he was destined for greatness, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the soup and the math test he had on Tuesday and how he wasn’t the right guy to save the world.

Duck wanted to get as far away from Kepler as he could. Away from the people he was only half-friends with, away from the mom that called Juno a dead beat just because she didn’t fit the perfect standard of what she thought a girl should be, away from whatever destiny he may or may not actually have. The farthest he could get was Marshal University. Even if he wasn’t so far from Kepler, it was like a whole other world. A world with less stress about destinies and more cell service. A world where he didn’t feel terrified when he was calling that cute boy he met at the campus bar and asking him out on a date. Duck Newton dated Charlie Wallace for nearly three years before he got a letter from his little sister that told him that their mom had died in a car crash.

That same day, Duck packed his bags and bought a bus ticket back to Kepler. He told Charlie goodbye and they both knew that they wouldn’t be able to keep in touch. When Duck got to Kepler he hugged June and they both cried. Their dad died when they were little and now their mom was gone too. This was all the family that they had left.

Duck got an apartment and a job and he finished college online. June went to school and tried to have normal life. Duck became a ranger and June made it all the way to Harvard to become a lawyer. Everything was normal. That is, until Duck had a dream about an archway made of stone and suddenly Minerva was back.

Duck thought that the mothman was hot. He may be just a regular guy now, but he was a regular guy who knew where the mothman lived. He went to knock on the door to the winnebago that Indrid lived in and it opened before his fist connected. Indrid smiled at him with a grin that seemed to wide to be human. This is because it in fact wasn’t human. Duck asked him out for coffee and Indrid agreed. They sat and talked about having visions of the future while they drank coffee and shared a scone.

It was the first date that either of them had been on in quite some time and as they walked back to the winnebago Indrid informed Duck that it was the last one that they would be going on together. He told Duck that there wasn’t a future where the two of them ended up together and that there was no point in delaying the inevitable. In the months following the date, Duck would think back to what Indrid said to him as he walked away, still wearing his too-wide, inhuman grin.

“So few people have true soulmates, Duck Newton. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”

Minerva had been quiet lately. While she usually went through life roaring like a clap of thunder, since the end of the battle that she had been fighting for who knows how long, she was more silent. Duck didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing. She seemed calm like she was finally at peace.

He came home to find Minerva laying on the floor with Moony the cat sitting proudly on her chest.

“Wayne Newton,” she chuckled at her own joke before it had the chance to come out of her mouth “I fear that this deceptively small beast has felled me. I lay here, trapped by its powerful grasp, unable to escape. Please, Wayne Newton, flee before you suffer the same fate.”

“I refuse to run and leave you behind, Minerva! I will save you!” Duck set down his groceries and playful ran to Minerva’s side. He crouched down and picked up Moony, then set her down on the ground. Moony ran off to scratch up Ducks pillows. He plopped down next to Minerva as she sat up.

“You have saved me, Wayne Newton. I am forever in your debt.” Minerva pushed herself off the floor and offered a hand to Duck. She pulled him up and put a hand on his shoulder. Her smile was brighter than any of stars in the universe.

“Would you help me with the groceries?” He asked. It was something easy, something normal. They both needed a lot more of that. For a little bit they worked in silence and then Minerva spoke up.

“I have something that I feel that I need to speak to you about, Wayne Newton.” She seemed serious and almost nervous. The tone made Duck nervous too.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He tried to seem calm as he set aside the ingredients for the soup that they would be attempting to make for dinner that night.

“Since we finally fulfilled our destinies things have been very calm.” She started. Duck nodded along, listening intently. “And I think that that is a good thing. It is nice to have the opportunity to be calm and to think about something other than a battle that is coming. And now that I’ve had that time to think, I’ve been thinking a lot about how lucky it was that I ended up choosing you. I know that it was a somewhat random choice, but I highly doubt that things would have gone the way that they did had it been anyone else.” For a moment she paused. She looked as though she was considering whether or not she was going to keep going. In the end she must have decided to continue.

“You are someone who is very important to me, Wayne Newton, and I cannot imagine a world where we never met. You changed my life. When I had chosen Leo, he was truly just a warrior that I was training, but when you and I started training together, you became friends. I am grateful that you taught me how to be someone’s friend again.” Duck smiled at her.

“I can’t imagine a life without you either, Minnie.” Duck had been thinking about this for some time now as well. “I-When we lost our connection, it was really hard for me. Not just because I wasn’t as tough as I usually am, but because I lost one of the most important people in my life. You showed upon

and you turned my whole world upside down and I’m so much better off because of that. I used to think that I was just a guy and then you told me that I could be more than that. Maybe at first I didn’t want to believe you, but it got to the point where I wanted to prove you right.” Suddenly Duck realized something and what Indrid told him finally made sense. He didn’t know what to say next, scared of what might happen. And then it was like Minerva had read his mind.

“I believe that I am in love with you, Wayne Newton, and If what I have observed about human romantic behavior is correct then I believe that this is the point at which I should be asking you on a date.” Minerva’s cheeks were growing darker as she spoke.

“I would like that.” All at once Duck was, quite literally, swept off of his feet as Minerva pulled him into a bear hug. Smiled and looked up at her as they settled into something that was less like her hugging him and more like her carrying him bridal style. “And hey, guess what.”

“What, Wayne Newton?”

“I love you too, Minnie.”

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My Fate Pt 2

Summary: After your trip to the grocery store, you find Selene digging the gardens again. But what you find leaves you clueless

After having the movers help move my new stuff in that Coco helped pick out for me from letgo, I finally was settled in as I plop myself on the couch and Selene hopped on my stomach while I turn on the TV. Nothing good was on except Sabrina the teenage witch so that one is good.

This show reminded me of Selene and I but except she doesn't talk .

Beep beep

My phone goes off. I take it out of my pocket and saying it's Queenie on Skype. I pressed the button and it was Queenie and the girls. Both of them sitting on her bed squealing and saying hi.

"oh hey girls"

"Hey (y/n) how are you and Selene settled in your new home" asked Zoe.

"The house is perfect from the outside and inside, 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a big kitchen with a dining room and a living room. Plus the backyard came with a rose garden" I explained.

"Any cute shirtless boys in your area" of course Madison would ask that question but I gotta love her. When she said that she got glares and a shut up from Queenie.

"What, she needs to get that big-" before Madison could finish her sentence she was hit with a pillow by none other than Misty.

" Oh my God girls, you are too much" I laughed.

" We must visit you one day " Nan said in her happy voice.

"I know, I'm already missing you".

"We really miss ya doll, hope ya make the time to come out here" Misty says.

"Yeah it's totally quiet here. It's going to be weird without your loud music blaring, your jokes and pranks" Mallory said.

"Oh, Girls listen quit mopping around because of me I mean look were talking and we're laughing and all. This isn't goodbye, I'm still going to see my sisters one day" I said smiling.

" Oh god, we love and miss you (y/n)" Coco said almost about to tear up and Mallory held her close .

" Oh I almost forgot, how is supreme Cordelia and Myrtle" I asked.

" The ladies went out for a grocery run but they said they will contact you when they can" Queenie answered.

"Oh okay, well sorry I have to go now and feed Selene and I so chat later girls" as we both said our goodbyes, I picked up the phone to looked up grocery stores near me as I go up stairs to my bedroom and order myself a Uber. I've found a Ralphs near by typed the direction to where I need to go.

It said the driver will be here about 3 minutes. Cool, that gives me enough time to quickly get out of my jeans and my FOB t-shirt and change into my yellow sundress leaving on my black and white sneakers and putting on my Jean jacket .

---2 to 3 from the grocery store---

I thanked the Uber driver for the ride and helping me with the groceries before he drove off. Damn I've never seen a grocery store packed. In New Orleans, their market was small and not a lot of whole people. I pull out my house key out of my jean jacket as I insert it into the keyhole and unlocking it. I came inside, going to the kitchen to set down the three bags of groceries. I thought frozen pizza would be easy meal to cook. And as for Selene, I got her friskies dry and wet food.

I pulled out four boxes of pizza, to see which ones I should have. Either pineapple, meat lovers, cheese or supreme. Hmm..I think I'm going to go with the supreme. Every time I see supreme pizza I think of the supreme witch. I don't know why but I always make a joke about supreme pizza between supreme witch.

I shoved that in the oven and start to put the food and things for the house. I even bought Selene a pink brush with red hearts on them and a pet stuffy mouse to play with.

Speaking of Selene, where is she ?

"Selene. Selene darling " I called to her but no meow or no padding steps. That's so odd of Selene. Every time I come home she always comes to me. Maybe she's sleeping. I came out of the kitchen going to go upstairs to see if she is laying in her bed until I found the backdoor opened. Odd, I thought I closed it before the movers came. I turned my direction from the stairs to the back door. I felt a chill, making me flatten my yellow sundress.

But once I came out to the backyard I found Selene digging out what I could not believe my eyes . Selene. Digging out. Fucking. Deceased animals.

"SELENE!" I ran to her as I picked her up away from their rotten cats, rats and dogs. They were all scattered. So that's what was under the rose plants.

"Selene what is all this and why did you -" Wait a sec...Was this the reason why for the bad energy going on in the house, was because of the Dead animals. By the looks of these poor animals they were brutally killed.

"Who would do such a thing ?" I asked myself. Did the people who sold me this house knew and not told me or they did not know about this ? Maybe the person that lived here was psycho or serious issues...maybe both.Well I don't know what to do I mean, I just can't put them back where Selene found them because then I would feel like shit for doing that. I'm a softy when it comes to poor animals like these. Maybe there is another way but I haven't used this spell in a while. It is the ability to balance life's scale and return someone from the dead. I drop to my knees in front of the Dead letting Selene step aside.

I first clear my mind and let only the positive thoughts flow through my mind, placing my flat palms on the grass and start to perform this wonder as I whisper the two words.

"vitalum vitalis".

I feel the shiver as the cold wind blew at my direction almost making my dress go up. I start to see the animals start to form into their normal selves, undoing the wounds that they had. The animals I've brought back to life start to scurry away, hopping over the white fence. Selene went inside the house, probably waiting for a bath. The thought of coming inside a warm house and giving Selene a bath was soon cut off when I felt something grab ahold of both of my ankles making me fall to the ground. I quickly look to see...hands and a head coming out of the ground? What the fuck. My fear got the better of me as I start to scream, trying so hard to get away from what ever is trying to do God knows what. I look anywhere to see a hard object to find to hit the person but no luck.

Unless

I try to turn myself around and knock him out. I followed my instinct, squirming a little until I got room to turn myself around and fist him square in the jaw as he fell to the ground. But he was still awake. Wait, he? A boy? Well more like a man....hold up he was burried too, the fuck is going on here.

" Ow, please don't hurt me I I didn't mean to scare you please" he whimpered as I crouch down to meet eye level with the man thats covered in dirt but I can still make of his handsomely beautiful features, piercing blue eyes, golden blonde hair. He wears a jean jacket with a yellow shirt and khakis plus he's barefooted.

" Hey hey, it's okay you are okay. Can you tell me you're name sir" I asked. He calms himself down making, eye contact with me as I placed my hands on his shoulders.

"M-Michael, Michael Langdon".

Finally, part 2 is up. Plus what took me forever to get this part right was Everytime I tried to save it sometimes won't save and I have to start over again and my brain is like on fire but I finally got it saved and it's ready. Part 3 will be coming next week or weekend.

And here's a picture of Michael to say I'm sorry

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softjeon · 6 years

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Speed Lane | Pt. 5

• Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin • Genre: Angst | Racer!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 5,9k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol / drugs / violence / smut / abuse / graphic content

↳ There he was. In midst of his workplace, standing straight, sunglasses on his face, nose a bit too high, with an attitude as if he owned that place. The rage was welling all the way up inside of him, so quickly that the wrench cluttered from his hand. The boy turned around at the sound and they stared at each other, just like they did in the night of the race.

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Jimin laid still, his gaze averted from Jungkook, not even looking up when Yoongi came back. He felt awful and just so tired, only moving when Jungkook made him do so, so he could patch him up further.

Although Yoongi would have preferred it if he would have been the one to put the cream on Jimin, Jungkook took it out from his hands with a smile and a ‘thanks’. Jimin looked like the last bit of energy had left him in the last few minutes and even though it was a relief to know that there was nothing broken Yoongi couldnt help but worry nonetheless. He thanked Jungkook for his help and then stood a little lost besides the couch. Jimin looked pale and exhausted.

“Do you want to rest a little? I can get you a cover, so you don’t need to put your shirt back on,” Yoongi was sure that right now Jimin wanted nothing else but to sleep and stop hurting.

If Jimin would have been able to, he maybe would have gotten up on his own feet to get home. His heart was aching, and he felt miserable. He had watched how Jungkook had caressed over Yoongi’s arm lovingly, showing off a beautiful smile before he had gone. Jimin had felt so jealous at the sight, the burning feeling making it harder for him to breathe. Even if Yoongi had told him before that he had no interest in the younger.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. I’ll just sleep a bit, okay? And then I’m sure I can drive home,” Jimin mumbled, curling further in on himself, but then he remembered his car and how he had parked it in the middle of the courtyard of the workshop. Looking up at Yoongi, he motioned over to his key, “I’m standing…in your way. My car, I mean. You can…just take it and put it wherever.” He blinked his eyes, barely able to keep them open.

“Yes, of course, you’ll take a five minute nap and everything’s going to be peachy,” Jimin couldn’t appreciate Yoongi’s sarcasm because he was halfway in dreamland already. So Yoongi sneaked out on him as silently as he could to park the car somewhere else, not really sure if he should be touched that Jimin trusted him so quickly with his car or annoyed in case he was that trusting with everyone.

When he came back Jimin was lying exactly how he left him, curled up in a way that made Yoongi worry about his ribs. He definitely worried too much around Jimin. But he just couldn’t stop. He sighed defeatedly and then settled close to Jimin to make sure the other wouldn’t fall of the couch or do something else to hurt himself.

Jimin didn’t notice when Yoongi was close again, being dead asleep and finally getting the rest he had been missing the last days. He sighed in his sleep, putting a hand under his head and pursed his lips. Except for the pain in his body and the doubts in his mind, he felt safe.

Jimin didn’t notice when Yoongi had put a blanket over him, nor did he notice when Yoongi walked around his apartment, making himself some food. He didn’t leave his side, not once, so when Jimin blinked his eyes open in the middle of the night, he felt an arm on his waist and Yoongi who was sitting on the floor next to the couch and leaning his head onto the soft cushion. He couldn’t help it but to reach out for him. Softly, he caressed through his white-blonde hair and over his cheek. A smile pulled at his lips, he could stare at him forever like this.

“Hey,” Jimin whispered quietly, when Yoongi stirred, “You shouldn’t be sleeping like that. It will hurt your back. Don’t you have a way comfier bed?” He smiled at him, his hand still caressing Yoongi sweetly.

Yoongi could barely keep his eyes open. When he was asleep he was normally pretty dead to the world, waking him up was pretty much a game of ‘good luck, bad luck’. Also, he was way better at showing feelings - and worse with his speech. “Sure…own a bed,” was everything Jimin got as an answer while Yoongi leaned into his touch like a content cat, “Mh..you feel’n ok?”

“Yes, you can go into your bed,” Jimin whispered, drawing little pattern into Yoongi’s neck, “I don’t mind. I’m okay.” He pulled the little blanket a little closer over his bandaged chest and smiled, “I won’t run away from you, I promise. I’m aching too much for that.”

“M not gonna leave ya here. Might fall off the couch. M not going to let that happen. You can fall onto me,” Yoongi smirked, a sleepy sigh interrupting his slurred words. He was trying to cuddle back into a sleeping position but now that he had woken up he felt cold without a cover. A little sleep-grumpy he murmured about ‘stupidly cold couches’, getting on his feet and then holding out a hand for Jimin. “You going to join me?”

Jimin bit his lip and nodded, taking the offered hand and carefully got up without trying to hurt himself. He had hoped that Yoongi wasn’t letting go of his hand and when the other even intertwined their fingers (Jimin wasn’t sure if Yoongi was conscious right now with how sleepy he looked) he smiled like a schoolkid that got asked out by his crush. He followed him silently into his bedroom, trying not to bump into anything with how dark it was. Jimin was still wearing his jeans, but he couldn’t get out of them alone. Especially not now with the bandages around his chest that would barely let him move down to his feet. “I’m sorry, I know you’re sleepy,” Jimin whispered, “But can you help me out of my jeans? They are really uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“Hm?” Yoongi furrowed his brows as if the question had made his sleepy brain overload. “You want to..?” He sighed and then let himself plop down onto the bed. That his face was practically at the same height of Jimin’s crotch went beyond him. He tried to open Jimin’s fly about three times before it finally worked, practically groping him through his jeans, all the while mumbling only half-comprehensible sentences. “M not gonna fuck you though... not that I don’ want to… that ass... way too good not to... but... not gonna hurt ya.. too cute for that…hope ya like it...me…everything..."

When he finally had gotten Jimin out of the tight jeans he threw them somewhere on the direction of a chair, missing by far. “C’mon now. Can’t sit here all day. Need sleep. You too. Need to get better. Gonna punch that asshole in the face for what he did.” Yoongi waited until Jimin had carefully lowered himself on the bed before throwing the cover over them both. It wasn’t the biggest mattress, so they were pretty close to each other. It could have been sexy with both of them half naked - if Yoongi hadn’t fallen asleep almost immediately, going out like a light. Jimin had blushed violently with the way Yoongi was talking. It was cute, a little forward but still cute and Jimin took it as a compliment. “Thank you,” Jimin whispered, totally fond of how adorable Yoongi was acting right now. Jimin loved the closeness, almost seeking the warmth and safety Yoongi was radiating. The bed wasn’t as big as his bed at home, but just as comfortable and Jimin weirdly thought about how much it could have cost.

Leaning in, Jimin put his head onto Yoongi’s chest, letting the older pull him in closer and he sighed. This was way better than a couch. Before he fell asleep though, he reached up and kissed Yoongi sweetly on his cheek.

The next morning Yoongi did what he always did; groaning at the audacity of the sunlight slash alarm clock to interrupt his peaceful slumber, then trying to hide his face in the cushions before finally surrendering to the new morning and then stretching a bit. When he touched something solid right next to him he froze. there hadn’t been a party yesterday and he hadn’t been drunk so who…

Blinking his eyes open he was faced with a still sleeping Jimin who was practically curled into him. They weren’t really entangled but it was obvious that the other was seeking his warmth, closeness or contact. Yoongi looked at him dumbfoundedly. He couldn’t really remember anything past trying to watch over Jimin to make sure he wouldn’t fall off the couch but apparently, they must have taken it to bed. Carefully he lifted up the covers, breathing out a relieved sigh when he saw that they still wore their clothes. He very rarely had one night stands that included blackouts and there was always alcohol involved before, but it couldn't hurt to check. He probably just asked Jimin to get off that damn couch when he had started getting sleepy and cold last night. Slowly and carefully he shifted his weight, trying not to make the mattress dip while he sneaked out of bed so that Jimin could sleep a little longer. The other definitely needed the rest.

Jimin hadn’t noticed when Yoongi sneaked out. He was too tired to care, snuggling closer to the cushion. When he did stir though it was because of the smell of coffee and Jimin blinked his eyes open sleepily. He groaned when he realized where he was, remembering everything too much from the night before. How insecure he felt. How Yoongi had seen it all. He sighed and got up. There was no way he could hide away from him now, so he walked out of the bedroom and into Yoongi’s little kitchen.

“Do you have some coffee for me as well?” He bit his lip shyly, reaching out for the cup that he offered him right away. “Thank you,” He mumbled, still standing in only his boxers and his bandaged chest in front of Yoongi, not sure where to sit, “For everything I mean…that you didn’t just send me off. It really means a lot.”

Yoongi looked at him with earnest. He was still bewildered by how Jimin apparently had thought that Yoongi would heartlessly cast him out. Of course, he had known that there was more to Jimin’s cocky and arrogant side that he had showed off to people (or else he wouldn’t have been interested in him) but Jimin had been pretty good at hiding how deeply his insecurities were rooted and Yoongi wondered what was the source of it all. “Don’t mention it. You can always come here if you need a safe place. Even if I’m not there Tae would let you in. As long as you don’t fuck us over we’re pretty much willing to take in strays,” He smirked at Jimin over the edge of his coffee cup. He was trying to keep the mood light, joking around because he wasn’t sure how else to handle it. He wasn’t that good with the ‘deep emotional stuff’. But he nonetheless meant it. As long as Jimin wouldn’t try to drag them into his drug dealing stuff or abusing their hospitality Yoongi didn’t mind him coming over. Not at all.

Jimin stayed with Yoongi the next day, dwelling in the attention he was giving him and how he cared for him. Yoongi carefully patched him up once more, making sure that the bruises didn’t swell up more but instead were taking care of.

Standing in front of him, he watched Yoongi, who carefully caressed over the bruise on his chest with his fingertips, putting on a bit more of the cream Jungkook had left. “You know I could have done this myself, right?” Jimin giggled, reaching out for Yoongi as he caressed through his hair, “Hm but I like it this way.”

“Well I don’t trust you to take care of yourself since you seem to have a habit of downplaying your injuries,” Yoongi looked at him sternly. What he didn’t say was that a) he was absolutely guilty of doing the same thing but for the first time he could finally understand why Tae got so fricking angry at him for doing it and b) he liked taking care of Jimin. And touching him. So, this was a nice way to do both.

Since Yoongi didn’t want to leave Jimin alone, he followed him downstairs again, so Yoongi could work on his car, while he sat in the corner watching him. Getting out his phone, Jimin scrolled through his social media, posting a pic or two to make sure the people knew that he was still alive and good and not a bruised-up mess. It was easy to pretend. His gaze fell onto Yoongi again, when the other stood up, winking at him, before he dived back in to whatever he was doing.

It was a nice, relaxed afternoon. Except one little thing. Yoongi planned on confronting Yunyeong about the ‘situation’ with Jimin. But he didn’t really know how or when or where Yunyeong would be and he also didn’t want to tell Jimin because the other would either try to stop him or be scared and worried or both and he would rather like to sort things out with Yunyeong if he could and then present Jimin the solution so the other wouldn’t worry for nothing (or do crazy stuff like running off. People could be pretty irrational when they were scared.) He also would have liked if Tae could have kept an eye on him, but the other hadn’t come back from his trip yet. Now that he thought about it Yoongi remembered Tae talking about this amazing new aerosol art that he had wanted to take a look at and which was a bit away. And as he wasn’t quite sure if Tae had just forgotten to tell him that he wanted to go yesterday or if he had just forgotten it he couldn’t even be angry at him. Of course, Tae’s phone was out (the younger had a habit of forgetting to recharge it) so he just had to wait for him to come back. Which he hated. Jungkook was lingering around too as he was supposed to have an eye on the place and receive and advise possible customers but it was early and neither Yoongi nor Jungkook’s had a customer showing up, so it was quiet and somehow strangely tense and he … just. Didn’t. Like. it.

“You know what?” Jimin said a little louder so Yoongi could hear him, holding up a picture on his phone and shaking Yoongi out of his thoughts, “I think we should dye your hair mint-green, it would look great on you.” He couldn’t help but giggle cutely at Yoongi’s little frown but then his features softened when he looked at his pic. “Yes, I do think you would great with it,” Jimin reached out for him and caressed through his soft hair once more, “It fades out pretty fast anyways…so we could try it? It would fit with your leather suit for the race. I think your little fans will like it.”

Yoongi snorted. “Yeah sure. Anything else you’d like to change about me? Maybe some different clothes while we’re at it.” He wasn’t really taking Jimin serious at first but the picture he showed him actually looked pretty nice. And he’s always had a thing for dying his hair as his bleached strands proofed. “My little fans?” He turned towards Jimin and gave him his full attention the moment the other was starting to brush through his hair. They were both pretty touchy and Yoongi was astonished how easy it was with Jimin (he had been told he could be pretty ‘cold’ concerning skin ship, but it was either completely different with Jimin or the other just didn’t mind taking the initiative). “Does that include you?” A cluttering sound made him flinch and a muffled ‘sorry’ came from Jungkook's direction who had apparently knocked over some spray cans.

Jimin turned his attention to Jungkook for a second, smiling sweetly at him before returning it to Yoongi. “I don’t want to change your appearance, doofus! I like the way you are and yes, maybe I am a little fan of yours, too,” Jimin said in all honesty and then jumped from his seat in excitement but regret it right away again, holding on to his ribcage, whining in pain. “I’m good…I’m good,” Jimin held up his hand and carefully stood up straight again when Yoongi had reached out. He quickly kissed Yoongi’s cheek, telling him that he would go upstairs again (it felt weird now that he knows that Jungkook was close; he still couldn’t assess him), making sure that a friend of his would bring by some hair dye later. “I won’t even dare to go out looking like that,” Jimin said with his nose held up high, “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Uhuh. I didn’t know ‘spoilt rich-ass kid’ had a certain look to it,” Yoongi was teasing him, watching Jimin stalking off, shaking his head at the chaos in form of a person called Jimin. One second, he was the sweetest, most shyest person ever Yoongi knew, the next he was talking about luxury labels like it was nothing, then they could have a discussion about economics concerning the price range of Yoongi’s favorite cars just for Jimin to tell him he might have one or two of them in the family garage. It gave Yoongi mental whiplash.

Jimin turned around and winked at him, loving the little games of push and pull they always played. In the end Jimin stayed a few days with Yoongi, just because he liked the way he was taking care of him. He felt safe around him and even though he was used to luxurious and spacious rooms, Yoongi's little apartment felt like home to him. Yoongi even let Jimin dye his hair at the end of the day and to say that Jimin loved it was an understatement. He couldn’t help but run his hands through it over and over again. In the evening, when they were watching TV, Jimin just pulled Yoongi closer and played with his hair and luckily Yoongi loved it. It happened once or twice, that he had fallen asleep laying in Jimin’s lap and it had taken Jimin way too long to somehow get him to wake up and back into bed. The only drawback seemed that Jungkook got more and more irritated, his words getting sharper, his smiles tighter. He even had a fight or two with one of the other boys were Yoongi had to play counselor. Luckily Tae was a person that forgave easily and never held grudges. Not like Jungkook. It was as if every grain of hurt, every wisp of betrayal curled down into something black and ugly and tainting and wandered somewhere into a hidden corner of his waiting, hiding and waiting and growing ranks that made it difficult to breathe sometimes and painted his thoughts dark and desolate whenever he watched Jimin and Yoongi being so goddamn domestic with each other as if they were… boyfriends or something. Although Jungkook had the eyes of a deer and the smile of a bunny he could spit fire like a dragon and sometimes Yoongi wondered where the younger got all the anger from.

Every morning Jimin woke up to the smell off coffee and not once did Yoongi make any remarks about wanting to claim his prize. It left him wondering…about what Jungkook and Yunyeong said. He leaned against the wall, watching Hoseok and Yoongi work on his car when a phone call made him jerk out of his thoughts and he turned away. Hoseok looked up at the sound and smiled cheekily, “So…when is your wedding, huh?” He laughed at Yoongi’s expression and patted him on his shoulder, “I’m just teasing you. I like him around. How are his bruises? I see the one around his eye is almost gone?”

Yoongi just flipped him off at the corny remark. “Yeah, he’s healing pretty well. Thanks to our little artists over there,” He watched Jungkook cursing at a piece of canvas and then ripping it to shreds right after. “Hey, do you think Kookie’s ok? He’s been awfully twitchy lately. Did something happen? I’ve kind of spent all my time with Jimin so I lost contact a bit. You guys would tell me if any of you would be in serious trouble, right?” He bore his eyes into Hoseok's when the other avoided his gaze a little. “Apropos trouble… have you heard what Yunyeong’s been up to the last few days? I was thinking about passing him a visit. Just you know to get a feel for my opponent. Because of the race.!” He probably couldn’t bullshit Hoseok, but he could at least try.

“No, not really. He’s a bit stressed, that’s all. Maybe you should ask Taehyung, he’s more with him than I am,” Hoseok said and then shrugged his shoulders, “He hasn’t been at the last race, but I know for a fact he will be here tonight. Wait…” Hoseok reached for his back pocket, getting out his phone as he opened his social media, showing Yoongi a post of Yunyeong showing off his brand-new car. “He will for sure test his new baby tonight,” He looked at the picture once more and sighed, “Do you think it’s a good idea to anger him further? You don’t really want to deal with him, right? What are you up to?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders “I’m not angering him on purpose. It’s just... I got some unfinished business with him - nothing you need to know,” He hastily added when Hoseok was about to interrupt him. Luckily Hoseok didn’t push. They all had their bits and pieces that were private. And they had this mutual understanding that not everyone needed to know everything. They only would get involved if it was starting to get serious. And technically... Yunyeong wasn’t a serious problem yet. Or wouldn’t be any longer after Yoongi was finished with him. Tonight, was the perfect opportunity for that.

Jimin walked up to Yoongi with a smile on his face, greeting Hoseok happily. “Hope you don’t mind,” Jimin looked over to Hoseok with a wink, before he grabbed Yoongi by his shirt pulling him a bit away, so he could talk to him in private. “Hey…ehm, I need to go home since there’s this stupid charity gala I need to go to tonight. My parents are expecting me to be there,” Jimin said, while his hand was still resting on Yoongi’s chest, “Is it okay? I would…I mean…we could maybe do something tomorrow?” He cringed hard on the inside. Was he trying to ask Yoongi out on date? If so, this was definitely not the way and Jimin could have slapped himself for it.

Perfect! If Jimin was out of the way, he could settle it with Yunyeong without having to look out for Jimin. If it went wrong Jimin would be far, far away somewhere safe. It was as if lucky chance was on his side tonight. “Ah, of course. They must probably wonder what you’re up to after those few days of hiding.” He patted Jimin friendly on the arm. “Just go there and enjoy the gala, mingle with the people and forgot the shitty part of town tonight. Maybe it’ll do you good,” Yoongi smiled at Jimin’s cute attempt to ask him to do something with him the day after. Apparently Jimin was shy if there was anything romantic included - he had just learnt to make up for his shyness with boldness and a lot of flirting and touching or at least that’s what Yoongi had gotten out of his behavior till now. He didn’t mind. He found it cute actually. And hot, when Jimin was taking the initiative.

With the race tonight in mind time flew by and Yoongi barely finished his task. Hoseok had said goodbye shortly after Jimin, needing to prepare for the race himself. So only Yoongi and Jungkook had been left. “Can I come with you tonight?” Jungkook’s voice got him out of his thoughts. “Hm?” “Tonight. The race. You know, the thing you always do with getting in a car and speeding it up until you risk breaking your neck? Your main source of income?” Jungkook was apparently seeking a quarrel again or maybe it was just his normal tone of voice nowadays. Nonetheless Yoongi didn’t like it. “Yeah, Jimin’s not coming so...” “Oh, so if Jimin would have been there, there would have been no place for me in your car?” “That’s not what I’ve been…” “Good to know. He’s changing you quite a lot, do you realize that? First the hair color, now you take him with you like a little accessory. Next you know you two will move in together in some upper class apartment. Tell me Yoongi, does he fuck you differently just because he’s rich?” Yoongi was totally taken aback. Sure, Jungkook could be a little shit but he had never talked to him like that before. Any other person would have gotten a punch for that, but he practically knew the kid since he’s hit puberty. He’s always had a soft spot for him. “Jungkook. I don’t know what’s wrong with you right now, but I’d advise you to figure your shit out. Or else You got to feel what it’s like to be on my bad side. And believe me you don’t want that. Maybe we shouldn’t drive to the race together. Ask Tae, ask him to...I don’t know help you the fuck relax or something.”

Jungkook said nothing to that, only stared at him and then finally turned around, eyes blazing and anger visible in every line of his body. So that’s how Yoongi ended up driving to the race alone, with no one else by his side. Honestly it was better this way. he didn’t want to drag anyone into this in case it went wrong…

Yunyeong leaned against his new car, loving the attention he got from his friends and fans that all were in awe about it. He looked around, letting his gaze wander over each and every racer that was turning up tonight. There was one he was patiently waiting for.

Yoongi.

He hadn’t heard from Jimin in a few days and when he had showed up at his apartment again, only his lovely mother had greeted Yunyeong, telling him that Jimin had been away for a little vacation or something. He huffed. Vacation. Jimin was only hiding away because of what Yunyeong did. A cocky smile appeared on his lips. Jimin would come back to him. He was sure of that. He only needed to get rid of Yoongi, who was starting to piss him off. He was the sole reason why Jimin was acting up out of a sudden. A roaring engine made Yunyeong turn his head in its direction and he licked his lips slowly. “Took you long enough,” He mumbled to himself, pushing his hair back, seemingly not caring about his arrival.

It was as if no one else dared to park his car right besides Yunyeong so Yoongi took that opportunity to go right up in his space. The crowd retreated a little to make way for Yoongi like the sea shied away from the beach whenever the tide pulled it back. It somehow felt a little like that. Like it was something more than just a race. And it was.

Yoongi got out of his car, squaring up to Yunyeong and going right to the point. There was no use in beating around the bush. “I got to talk to you about something. Preferably in private. Unless you want anyone else to hear about what you’re up to in your free time? Kicking people and shit?”

Yunyeong stood tall before Yoongi and chuckled, “Sure, sweetheart but I don’t mind. No one can do shit anyways against me. So, who are you to tell me what to do?” He took another step closer, making the people gasp from the sudden tension, as they all took a step away from them. „He was with you again, huh,” Yunyeong spat at Yoongi, looking him up and down, “I hope you know, no matter what you’re trying to do, he will come back to me. Because in the end, he’s mine.” Another step closer. “He’s so cute when he’s whining, you should have seen him, Yoongi,” Yunyeong said only for Yoongi to hear, “He begged me to stop, begged me to just take whatever and go…so I did.” Yunyeong closed his eyes as he leaned back, a groan leaving his lips, “He talks a little too much, but you know… just fill his mouth and he’s shut. Maybe I’ll let him be good to you one day, see it as a little present from me.”

Yoongi shuddered from pure hatred, his hands balling into fists. He knew Yunyeong was an asshole before, but he hadn’t been prepared to how deep it would hit to hear him say things like that about Jimin. He could only hope that he was just trying to fuck with him, that was he implying wasn’t true... but Yunyeong didn’t look like he was joking. And Jimin’s questions made a hell of a lot more sense now if those awfully degrading things had happened between them. Oh, how he wished he could just hit Yunyeong then and there, just punch the shit out of him and erase everything he had done to Jimin with it. But he knew it wouldn’t work like that. He couldn’t win this with violence here. Yunyeong had a lot more people and way less qualms to hurt people. He couldn’t watch over Jimin every waking second. And this also wasn’t the freedom he had wanted for him. He wanted Jimin to be free of Yunyeong - and also free of the fear that the other would ever hurt him again. And as much as he hated it - completely utterly hated it having to do so - he just saw no other choice than going so low as to meet Yunyeong on his level. Even though it would mean acting like a completely arsehole, just like Yunyeong.

“You like em like this? Defenseless and willing?” He nodded as if he saw his opinion confirmed, “Thought so, you wouldn’t be able to get someone who’s able to fight back, right? Or - heaven forbid - someone who actually has a spine. But lucky for you I got used to little Jiminnie. So, I’m willing to take that burden from you. What do you think? How much do you want for him?” He pretended to think. "But he's not really worth anything to you, right? Not after you damaged him. And did god knows what to his body. I don’t like damaged goods. But you were right about his mouth. His lips are heaven, aren’t they? So, I’m willing to put in a little effort here. Let’s just say whoever wins the race wins little Jiminnie too. Does that sound like a deal to you?”

“Ha,” Yunyeong chuckled low and then pushed Yoongi back on his chest, just to tease him and cage him in between his car and himself. He knew Yoongi wouldn’t fight him.

“If I win, he’s going to be mine. I don’t want to have to remind you, when I do,” Yunyeong whispered into Yoongi’s ear with a smirk on his face, “So you better keep quiet then, little boy.” Another push on Yoongi’s chest and Yunyeong turned around, his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear.

“I call for a one on one race against Min Yoongi…right here and right now!” Yunyeong exclaimed making the people gasp in shock, followed by whispers and phones being taken out to write their friends messages about the sudden turn of events. There hadn’t been a one on one race in a long time. For a good reason. Yunyeong looked over his shoulder, the cocky smirk still intact, “Don’t be scared, sweety. I’ll be slow and soft…and then destroy you.” He laughed, letting his friends bring him his leather gloves, before he sat down in his car.

“Yoongi!” Hoseok came running by quick, the others following him, “You can’t fucking do that! No! It’s dangerous if it’s just the two of you…it’s going to be even more unofficial than these stupid races are already, which means Yunyeong will play unfair.” Jin shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose, while Taehyung was holding a tight grip around Jungkook’s arm who looked like he was about to jump Yoongi for his stupid idea.

Meanwhile on the other side of town, Jimin was pausing at the landing on top of the stairs, looking down into the ballroom. His parents had been going all out again. Enormous crystal chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling and everyone was dressed in white. He felt a few stares on him, as the guests noticed his attendance. They probably wouldn’t have thought he would be there. Or if…that he wouldn’t be in white as well. He had a reputation for going against the dress code, but tonight he felt at ease, not wanting to stir up any drama. Jimin walked down the stairs, where his parents were waiting. He kissed his mother on the cheek and greeted his father coldly, before he followed them, moving across the ballroom to greet the mayor, the governor, some movie stars and whoever royalty by name was visiting the charity gala this year. He thanked them for their donation with a bright smile and for the first time in a long, his parents were looking at him fondly.

Leaning over the bar, he ordered a drink for himself when his gaze fell onto Taemin. He was a longtime friend of his, a rich spoilt kid as Yoongi liked to say it himself and Jimin was glad to have someone he considered close at an awful boring event like this. After one or two drinks with him, Taemin groaned desperately looking at his phone when Jimin turned his attention from the speech that someone was holding (he wasn’t sure what it was about) to him. “What is it? You okay?” Jimin asked, looking over his friends’ shoulder. “It’s a one on one race and I’m stuck here,” Taemin mumbled, downing his drink in one go and then showed the message, that someone had sent to get people to come and see the race that was about to go down. “They haven’t done one in ages! I bet it’s about something…”

Jimin suddenly felt anxious, his eyes wide in panic, “Does…does it say who’s racing against who?” His heart was beating loudly, and he gulped against the lump in his throat. As soon as Yoongi’s name fell, Jimin gasped for air. He almost bumped over the barstool when he jumped up, running up the stairs and out of the entrance, his father’s eyes following his retreating figure.

A/N: Another day, another chapter! Let us know what you think!!! Thank you for reading once more! We really appreciate it!

And now that I am finished with my master thesis (wish me luck that I will pass) I will continue updating ‘Yes, Mr. Park’ and ‘A sweet favor’ soon... :) Thank you for being so patient.

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My Asinine Brother

A/N: An anon request for a JJ x Reader fic where the reader is Spencer’s older sister. One day when Spencer visits his sister’s apartment, he sees JJ and his sister cuddled up on the couch after a long night of steaminess and he is shocked and a bit angry that they’re dating. The team then talks Spencer down from his freakout and he accepts their relationship. This is AU-ish in that it’s around season 5-6 and Will is not in the picture.

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There really was nothing like walking around your apartment in an oversized t-shirt and panties with your sexy ass girlfriend who was walking around in the same after a long night of steamy sex.

As Spencer Reid’s older sister, it was a given that you’d eventually meet the team. Given how Spencer talked about them, you’d expected to like them, but you hadn’t expected love to blossom, no less with one of his best friends. “Do you want to split some Ben and Jerry’s?”

“Is it chocolate chip cookie dough?” She asked. Her face was tinged with redness from the last few hours of steaminess, so you figured it was time for a cool down and eagerly nodded, desperately wanting to down all of the ice cream.

After grabbing the pint and two spoons from the drawer, you ran over to the couch and hopped over, plopping down next to her and placing a kiss on her cheek. “God, I love chocolate chip cookie dough,” she said, her mouth full of deliciousness. “It’s my absolute favorite.”

“Honestly, I’ll take nearly any Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, but yea.”

It didn’t take long for the two of you to finish off the pint and snuggle up together for warmth, your head nestled into her lap. You could’ve fallen asleep as she raked her hands through your hair, twirling it around her delicate fingertips as both of you mindlessly took in whatever you’d left on the tv. Frankly, it was just nice to cuddle up together after a long, uninterrupted night together.

Nearly an hour passed when you heard a key in the lock. Quickly, you pulled out your cellphone to see that your brother had in fact texted to ask if he could steal his favorite sweatshirt back. “Dammit, it’s Spencer.”

“He doesn’t know about us yet,” JJ hissed.

Nodding, you called out to Spencer to say you’d bring his sweatshirt before running inside to grab it. But it was too late. Spencer walked in to see JJ sitting on the couch. “JJ? What are you doing here?”

“Here’s your sweatshirt,” you said as you walked out unable to hide the fact that you were wearing a scant amount of clothing with a beautiful blonde sharing your couch. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Insomnia.” It was almost comedic how Spencer did a double, triple and then quadruple take between the two of you before it clicked. “You’re dating?!”

“Gee, what gave you that idea, Spence?” You asked sarcastically. “Was it the fact that JJ is over at my place at midnight, the fact that both of us are wearing little more than oversized t-shirts, a little of both?”

You figured he’d be surprised, but he loved you and you knew he loved JJ, so why would he be happy about it? But he wasn’t. Shock plagued his face, a slight hint of anger brewing behind his eyes. “JJ, how could you be dating my older sister? Why? I mean...” He started shaking his head, seemingly trying to banish the image from his head. “After everything that’s happened this past year, why would you bring my sister into this? How could you?”

Spencer was the best little brother anyone could possibly ask for, but that didn’t stop him from being the typical pain-in-the-ass little brother every once in a while. “Excuse me,” you said, stepping in between you both. “One, you don’t get to decide who I date. Every. Two, JJ didn’t ask me out, I asked her out, so she didn’t ‘bring me into’ anything.”

“Y/N, you know how insane our jobs are!” He yelled, still not getting it. “I told you what happened with our boss right?” Of course he had. You’d been helping him through it. This was just overprotective Spencer being overprotective Spencer.

Nodding, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “Yes, Spence. Don’t be a sarcastic pain in the ass. What happened with Hotch and his wife was absolutely, undeniably, unequivocally tragic, but I refuse to let your jobs stand in the way of me experiencing happiness. Sure, could something happen related to your jobs that hurts me? Sure. But I could also walk off the sidewalk tomorrow and get hit by a bus. I refuse to let some circumstance, some bad guy, or you dictate my life.” You poked him in the chest before crossing your arms over your own.

“Foyet wasn’t some bad guy. He shot Haley in the back of the head while Hotch listened to it. He barely got there in time to save his son...just...why?” You really did get it; you understood where he was coming from. Although it had been nearly a year, everyone was still pretty raw over the loss of Hotch’s wife, and as your brother, you expected him to be worried about you even more so than he normally was, but you weren’t going to stop living life because of it.

Without thinking, you blurted out. “Why? Why would I get involved with someone on your team? Because you don’t choose who you love Spencer? Are you saying that if you find someone you love, you’re not going to let them in because they could get hurt?”

He was stumped, stuttering as he tried to figure out where to go with this.

“You love me?” You heard from behind you.

Uhhhhhhhhh...yea, as a matter of fact, you did.

“Yea, Jayge. I kinda love you a lot.”

Though she’d been hesitant to say anything while you were trying to knock some sense into Spencer, she replied. “I love you too.”

“Great!” Spencer spun around and grabbed his sweatshirt before walking toward the door. “I-I-I don’t even know how to respond.”

Rolling your eyes, you blurted out before he left. “Spencer, you may be my brother, but you’d run my life. I love you, more than most people, but get over it.”

And with that he left.

“So how do you think he’s gonna be at work?” She asked.

It had been 10 minutes since he walked into the apartment, but you were exhausted and fell backward onto the couch. “Oh he’s going to be a pain in the ass, I assure you. Eventually, he’ll get over it though.”

“This is going to suck,” she laughed. “But you’re worth it. And I really do love you too.”

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Although you didn’t work at the BAU, you heard through JJ over the next couple of days just how much of an ass your brother could be when he was trying to protect someone. He meant well, but goddammit...Spence - you ass.

“Spence, I don’t know what to tell you,” JJ exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m in love with your sister. Either be happy for us and learn that you can’t keep her safe forever from everything, or don’t, keep doing this, and lose the connection you have with her, the closest relationship you have, because you’re being a stubborn ass.”

Storming out of the room, JJ huffed and puffed, leaving Spencer speechless. That didn’t happen a lot. Basically, Spencer stuttered over his words in two situations - when he was crushing on someone, and when he knew he was wrong and didn’t want to admit it. “Reid, what are you doing?” Morgan asked.

“After everything this team has been through, JJ is dating my sister - one of the people I love most in the world. If something happens to her because of her connection to this team, I’m-”

Rossi came up behind him and clasped his shoulder. “Something could already happen to Y/N because of her connection to this team through you. Her dating JJ doesn’t put her in any more danger than she was already in.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

“Because as much as you are an amazing little brother, son and friend, you are hot-headed when it comes to protecting them,” Hotch said. He could see in Spencer’s eyes that he was thinking of Haley in this situation. “You didn’t think about that because you didn’t think.”

“Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh,” Spencer groaned. “Dammit.”

Emily bent to hug Spencer who was now sitting at the round table. “Do you love your sister?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Do you love JJ?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Then that’s all you need to know. You, and the rest of us, protect them as best as we can.”

Spencer pulled his head out of his hands and stared blankly forward. “I have to apologize to them, don’t I?”

“I’d say so,” Garcia laughed.

“Dammit...I hate being wrong.”

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Knock. Knock.

“Who is it?” You asked as JJ and yourself sat down to dinner.

“Spencer.”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t budge from your place in the kitchen. “Are you here to tell us why we shouldn’t be together again?”

JJ’s mouth dropped open when he replied. “No, I’m here to apologize.”

“Oh shit.” Placing your dish down onto the table, you opened the door and invited him in. “This is amazing. Please, go ahead.”

Spencer smirked, playfully hitting you in the arm before pulling you in for a hug. “I’m sorry. To both of you,” he said to JJ. “This job puts me on edge, and the idea of you getting hurt because of it makes me sick, but as the team pointed out...that could already happen because of me.”

“And you’re supposed to be a genius,” you laughed.

“Shut up.”

JJ walked over and wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck. “I promise you that I want to keep her safe just as much as you do. I love her, Spence.”

He kissed the top of her head an sighed. “I can tell.”

After hugging you both and apologizing again, he pulled away, his eyes suddenly dawning with recognition. “The other night...when I was here...you two had just...”

“Finished having sex?” You asked, nodding your head. “Yea.”

Spencer practically shivered, chuckling as he turned to leave the apartment. “You know what...I gotta go!”

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ritingsandwramblings · 7 years

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On A Perfect Day (Ben Platt x Reader)

Request: “can you write a really cute date imagine with Ben Platt? Like where he would take you when he has a day off?*with possible fluff*”

This is short but I feel like it’s just a cheesy short and sweet cute lol fic idk

Warnings: I wanted to get something out for y'all since the great big long chaptered fic is taking a while and will still be a while as I will be out of town this weekend :( but it’s coming and I feel like y'all will love t as much as I already do!!! I’m not a huge fan of how this turned out tbh, especially towards the end, and I hate the ending, but enjoy? this is the most sickeningly sweet thing I’ve ever wrote and it’s so shit I’m sorry rip. Hella fluffy. Descriptive food mentions from about halfway through til the end. Written on mobile.

Plot: it’s just where he takes you on a day off exactly like the request says.

Doing eight shows a week was insanely tiring for Ben; you knew that of course, and could not describe your shock for the excitement and energy he has on his days off. He still wakes up early on his few days off from the show, due to still being in ‘show mode’ as you call it, and the two of you cuddle in bed for another twenty minutes before getting up, him making a tea and you a coffee. He teases you about the horribly bitter smell, but you ignore his taunts and take another sip before going to cook breakfast with him. The two of you usually make a simple breakfast, but it’s still healthy and follows his strict show diet. Sometimes you have to take some time to chuckle at how cliche the two of you looked, almost like you’ve just walked out of a romantic comedy that women dragged their boyfriends too and clusters of teenage girls teared up watching. You cook with your hair up in a messy bun, strands falling out in every direction, wearing one of Ben’s larger t-shirts and your underwear. He stands behind you, his bare chest against your clothed back if he’s not standing far enough back to admire your butt, wearing only pajama pants. If he opted to stand with his chest pressed comfortably against you, his hands are on yours on the spatula and handle of the pan and you giggle as he guides you in flipping the eggs, as if you don’t already know how to make eggs and he has to teach you.

This morning is slightly different to his usual days off. Your woken up at eight to the smell of coffee and light, sweet kisses on your face. Smiling and stretching while you do so, you open your eyes and are met face-to-face with an already dressed and showered Ben. You take a moment to admire his eyes, him staring back at you before leaning down to peck your lips a few times, pulling away slowly and letting the kiss linger on your lips.

“Breakfast in bed, for you, my love,” he stands up straight, revealing the source of the coffee smell alongside a play of eggs and avocado spread on toast. You sit up and smile happily at the plate, reaching forward to take it and pulling Ben into another kiss as you set the plate on your lap and grab the Dear Evan Hansen mug from his hand.

“Thank you,” you whisper sincerely against his lips, before pulling back to take a sip of coffee, tasting that it’s just how you like it, with the perfect amount of milk and sugar. He looks expectantly at you, waiting for approval on the coffee and hoping he made it to your standards. You smile and nod at him and he grins proudly before speaking up again.

“Go ahead and get dressed and ready when you’re done eating. Not to rush you of course!” You giggle as he assures you to take your time, “I’m gonna take you out today,” he says matter-of-factly and full of pride. You take a bite your your toast and nod excitedly, wondering what the day ahead will hold.

Another two hours later and your stomach is full of delicious food and coffee and you’re dressed, choosing to dress simple enough for a normal day in New York, but cute enough for nearly any date Ben could take you on. As you continued to wonder what he could possibly be planning, you walked out of your shared apartment and waited for Ben to lock the door behind you before taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. You looked up at him and smiled, grateful for him and your life in New York together in general, before laying your head on his shoulder and walking out the door of your apartment building. Reaching his car you both walk around to the passenger side, Ben opening the door for you and making a gesture for you to get in.

“After you, m'lady,” he says in a mock posh voice, you giggling and pecking his cheek, mumbling a 'thank you’ and calling him a nerd before you get in. In seconds he’s back around and getting into the drivers side, starting up the car and started the drive to wherever he planned to take you. You fiddle with the radio station until you stop on a station playing old 2000’s hits, mainly because a Beyoncé song is currently playing. You giggled as Ben danced excitedly to it, struggling to keep his gaze on the road and hands on the steering wheel. Smirking, you posted a video of him singing and dancing dramatically on SnapChat, with the caption “date day with da real beyoncé 💖” and imagined his reaction later when he sees the video. The ride is a couple hours long, but the lengthy time is made enjoyable with the veins you have of Ben and the time you get to appreciate him, and admire the tiny amount of scruff he currently had before it was gone for tomorrow’s show. A few times you had turned away to look out the window and marvel at the beautiful city you still adored, and you’d come to find later on that Ben had snuck a few pictures of your wondrous look when stopped at red lights. When he finally parked the car you had fallen asleep for just a small cat nap. He jumped at the chance to get some more pictures of you, as you were cuddled against the seat, before waking you up gently, whispering that you were here. You looked up to see a park it seemed; it was a large field that seemed to go on for forever, with a small hill to the left and no people nowhere to be seen. Matched with the bright sun and blue skies, it was a gorgeous view.

“It’s beautiful,” you said in slight awe.

“Beautiful,” Ben mumbled and looked at you in complete awe as he repeated your words, but he was talking about something other than the field.

“It’s empty too, nobody around, no witnesses. You sure you didn’t bring me here to kill me?” you joke lightheartedly, looking at Ben and giving him a smile while he quickly averts his eyes, hoping you didn’t notice him staring. You blush, as you did notice his staring, and bite your lip as you look to your lap.

“Ya know, I didn’t think of that, but thanks for the idea!” He jokes back before getting out of the car and running over to your door to open it for you before you open it for yourself. You giggle at his chivalry and step out, watching as he goes to the trunk and reveals a cooler and a blanket. He lays the blanket out and pulls the cooler to sit next to it, plopping down on the blanket and patting a spot next to him for you to sit. You’re grinning from ear to ear and hold back tears of pure happiness as you sit next to him.

“This is officially the cutest date I’ve ever been on,” you say sweetly as you lean in to kiss Ben gently on the lips, once, twice, and then a third time before you pull back a bit and smile at him. He stares right back at you, his smile mirroring yours as he finally looks away to unpack the food, revealing many of your favorite foods. Opening the cooler you find your favorite fruits and vegetables, a couple sodas, a bottle of your favorite wine, and a small chocolate cheesecake. Your jaw drops slightly as you admire the delicious foods before your eyes and you look to Ben in awe, wondering how anyone could be so perfect and thoughtful.

“Definitely the best date I’ve ever been on, oh my gosh!” You exclaim as Ben looks down sheepishly before unpacking the food and setting it out for the two of you to gorge; which you definitely do.

Once a majority of the food has been eaten and some of it has been stored, temporarily that is, as it will be taken out once you get hungry again, the two of you lay a back on the blanket. Ben lays on his back with his arm around you, and you are curled up with your head resting on his shoulder. You watch birds pass by and trees sway in the breeze and close your eyes, feeling yourself drift to sleep as you’re met with the subtle feeling of undeniable love for Ben and full content. You feel Ben give the top of your head a light kiss and you smile, mumbling an 'I love you’ in return, before finally falling asleep. It’s another couple of hours before you wake up, and you find yourself in the car on the way back to your apartment, wrapped in the picnic blanket. You smile at Ben’s thoughtfulness once again and drift back off to sleep, but not before you reach a hand over to Ben’s side of the car blindly and take his, holding it as you slept the rest of the way home.

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years

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Memoria (pt. Four)

Pairing: Sam X Claire Warnings: pretty damn angsty some people may find this chapter triggering :( Notes: once again I'm very sorry for the lack of a "keep reading" option it's unavailable on my mobile device which is the only way I can post this fic...I hope this doesn't turn any of you away :( thank you so much for all of the support, you guys are amazing ♡♡♡♡ --------------------------------------- Sam glared at the closed door, his breathing heavy, his hands clawing at his denim covered knees. Hazel eyes burning a hole in it's cold steel, a deep snarl rising from his chest. It felt as if a mac truck was sitting directly on his lungs, sweat forming at his silver temples before he slowly began rocking back and forth on the edge of his freshly made bed. Fucking, fuck, fuck fuuuuck...he couldn't do this, he didn’t want to do this. Sam huffed out a defeated sigh, his head dropping between his knees. Gripping the back of his head he tangled his long fingers through his hair, absentmindedly pulling on its strands to the point of pain. His left knee bounced nervously before he pushed himself to his feet with a loud growl. “Fuck you” he hissed giving his door the bird, he didn’t need to do anything, he could stay here. In his room, safe. Sam hummed nervously, shaking his head as he made a solid attempt to wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Pushing his brows together he narrowed his eyes once again at his self-made barrier. All he was missing was a tumbleweed and The Good The Bad And The Ugly chiming in the distance. Snorting at the absurdity of him dueling his door he strode forward gripping it's cold handle before pausing. He couldn't do this. He couldn't. Claire would understand, she would tell him being antisocial was normal given his situation. Sam nodded to himself, yeah...he could stay in here, what's the worse that could happen? As if on cue his eyes fell to the side of his mattress where he had stashed the scalpel. Sam swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing noticeably. It felt like he just swallowed a fucking baseball. “Fuck this” he grunted striding to his bed as he grabbed a cream colored sweater from his bedside drawer. His eyes once again falling to his hidden weapon. Sighing he pulled the sweater over his messy hair before finally yanking his door open. Sam remained frozen on the other side as it banged close behind him, his shoulders jerking at the uncomfortable noise. His hands shaking as he ran them over his salt and pepper beard. What the hell was he thinking? he never left his room unless he was smoking or going to the restroom. This was fucking stupid, he didn’t want to be around the others. He didn’t want there judgmental eyes tearing into him. But then his thoughts drifted to Claire, he knew he couldn't trust himself to be alone. It was just one day. Plus, maybe Claire would appreciate his effort to gain some normality in his life, despite his discomfort. The thought of bringing a smile to her face never failed to bring one to his own, and rather he ever admitted it or not, he did enjoy it. ●●●●●● The activities lounge was just about as lively as two day road kill, a fact that Sam was grateful for. The last thing he wanted was to be overwhelmed with through traffic. Having himself freak out in front of an audience was something he would rather avoid. The surrounding walls were the color of celery, void of anything that would suggest this was a medical building. Instead they were decorated with pictures of landscapes and baby animals. Ceramic pots with fake flowers in the corners, two gray lounge chairs, a love seat the color of blood and a large tan couch pushed against the opposite wall. Anything and everything was arranged to incite peace and serenity. Sam’s lips curled in disgust, if Claire asked him what his favorite color was again he could definitely mark some off the list. At the center of the room was a large table, round of course, the more he looked the more he noticed the lack of corners and accessible means of destruction. The room wasn't completely devoid of life though, a older woman wearing gray sweatpants and a neon pink tank top sat in one of the lounge chairs. Her long spiderweb like hair hanging around her face like a curtain. A young man was sprawled out across the couch, a book with the sleeve missing perched on his chest. He had blond hair and a cast on his left arm, Sam glanced over at the large caged off room to his left. Danny, the orderly who normally brought Sam his meals everyday was sitting behind the counter. Sam took a deep breath before making his way to the love seat. “Sam?” Danny stood up from his chair smiling as the man in question turned to face him. “Wow what's the occasion?” Sam stammered a bit as his eyes drifted around the room “decided to see what all the fuss was about I guess” he sighed. Danny chuckled “bout time” a small smile quirked the edge of Sam's lips as he plopped himself on the loveseats soft cushions “yeah”. Danny smiled, sitting back in his chair, flipping through his magazine as he sipped his coffee from a foam cup. Sam closed his eyes as he leaned back stretching out his long legs this wasn't so bad... “Well aren't you a tall drink of water” Sam’s eyes snapped open as the cushion next to him sunk down, a hand running roughly across his leg to his inner thigh. Growling he caught the offending limb by the wrist jerking it from his leg. His fuming gaze falling on bright blue eyes. Sitting far closer than necessary was a woman probably in her mid twenties, her strawberry blond hair in an elegant pixie cut. She had her standard white t-shirt tied in a knot above her navel, her faded blue jeans hanging low on her hips as she crossed her legs bumping his knee with her foot. Sam glared at her, scooting as far as he could in the opposite direction. The woman smiled leaning toward him causing him to lean farther away. “awww, you're so timid, it's adorable” Sam snorted “I'm cautious” she chuckled softly “same difference honey”. His eyes narrowed down at her “uh could you…?” he gestured to the opposite end of the loveseat. The woman giggled, her tongue peeking out between her lips “I don't bite sweet thang” much to Sam's discomfort she scooted closer flinging her arm around his shoulders. “I've never seen you out here before, what's your name handsome?”. Sam got to his feet wincing at the sudden pressure in his leg, the sudden movement causing the woman to flop onto his previously occupied cushion. “I'm Deanna” she purred stretching out on the cushions like a cat, Sam cringed at the display. Sure there was no denying her beauty but she was beautiful much like a poisonous tree frog was beautiful. “Could you leave me alone please” he grumbled moving to the now unoccupied couch, he hadn't seen ware the man had gone, but at the moment he couldn't care less. Deanna hummed deeply pushing herself off the loveseat, grabbing his hand before he could sit down “lord have mercy, look at these!!” she gasped running her fingers delicately over his “god your hands are gorgeous” she practically moaned before leaning up to his ear “I bet they look absolutely breathtaking covered in blood”. Sam grunted pulling his hand away, his eyes wide “what the fucks wrong with you lady, back off!!” his breathing began to increase. What the hell did she mean by that? Deanna laughed leaning forward “you got a killer's eyes gorgeous...so how many people have you killed?” Sam looked around nervously, he needed to get out of here. “I can't remember anything, I was in the military so I guess the eyes are justified”. Deanna shook her head “No this is different” she slowly ran her hand halfway up his chest before he pushed her wandering digits from his body. “I know a murderer when I see one, I'll give ya a tip sugar. Keep your memories to yourself, even if they come back”. Sam furrowed his brow in confusion “why would I do that?” the woman circled around him running her finger across his broad shoulders. “because handsome, if you're crazy enough to remain here then you're crazy enough to avoid the death penalty”. Sam turned to peer at her over his shoulder “who I was, is not who I have to be” Deanna’s eyes widened before she burst into laughter “and who the hell told you that garbage? Trust me honey, they want you to remember”. She raked her hands down his back before leaning up so her chin was resting on his shoulder “and when you do” she hissed “it's lynching time”. She erupted once more into hysterical laughter before pushing herself away from him skipping to the loveseat. Sam felt his chest tighten, that couldn't be true. Deanna was obviously off her rocker, Claire wouldn't lie to him...would she? Sam ran his hands through his hair as his breathing picked up. Is that all this was, some elaborate way to draw him in and convict him for something he couldn't even remember? Sam growled, fuck this, he should of known. He should've realized he was never in control. From the moment he gained consciousness he had been told what to do and what to expect. He was stuck in this hell, forever wading through the mess his previous life had left. He breathed heavily through his nose before taking off back to his room at a brisk pace. Fuck them, fuck this, he was gonna gain control one way or another. If he couldn't gain control over his life than he sure as shit was gonna have control over his death. He'd be damned if he failed to go out on his own terms. Sam shoved open his door letting it slam against the wall before walking over to his bed. He felt sick, the rage bubbling up in his chest like a volcano about to erupt, he was such a fool. A stupid, worthless fool. Sam roared flipping his mattress onto the floor, the scalpel tumbling to the edge of his toes. “Stupid, stupid, stupid” he growled smacking the side of his head before his eyes landed on the gleaming steel at his feet. His eyes widened, his breathing ragged, slowly he bent at the waist picking the scalpel up off the floor turning it over in his hand. Squeezing his eyes shut he sat at the edge of its frame, this time he was gonna be in control. Sighing he pressed the tip of the scalpel to his tan wrist, wincing as a small drop of crimson blood oozed out around the blade. Sam breathed out heavily as he pressed the blade deeper into his skin sending small rivulets running down his arm before dripping to the white floor. His hazel eyes darted from his wound to the growing puddle on the floor. “Fuck this” he hissed running the blade the length of his wrist as the loud clank of his door opening crashed like thunder to his ears. Sam jerked his head up to stare into bright green eyes. The blood soaked blade dropping to the floor with a small tinkling sound, “Claire?” Sam gasped his heart clenching as he fell off of his bed frame into the pool of blood at his feet. Claire screamed sliding to her knees as she turned him over on his back “Sam?...Sam open your eyes” His eyes fluttered open as a fresh gush of blood drained out of his wound. Claire turned to her side, her skirt and legs covered in his blood as she snatched the emergency call button from the side of his bed slamming her thumb over it. “Stay with me Sam, goddamnit” she gasped pressing both her hands over his wrist, blood hemorrhaging up between her fingers. “ Ahh” Sam groaned, his eyes snapped open rolling around before he attempted to sit up, clearly in shock. “Sam, no don't move, helps on the way” she placed one blood soaked hand on his chest shoving him back to the floor holding his wrist above his heart. Same gasped, his choked breaths feeling like ice in her veins. Suddenly he surged up from the floor once more shoving Claire away from him “no!!” he growled through his teeth snarling at her. The door to his room knocked against the wall for the second time that day as three orderlies barged inside. Sam shook his head, his face and hair streaked with blood as he attempted to fight off their assistance. Claire slid to the side her wrist over her mouth as her bloodied hands shook with adrenaline and fear. Sam growled as he was once again shoved to the floor. His body weak from blood loss collapsed with a defiant huff after one of the men straddled his chest to stop his movements, finally allowing them to wrap a temporary bandage around his wrist. Grunting in protest they hauled him off the ground by his arms and legs. Claire was thankful the infirmary was only two doors down from Sam's room. ●●●●●● Claire paced outside the infirmary, her hands caked in dry blood as she rubbed them against her shoulders. Fuck she couldn't stop shaking, What the hell happened? Shit, this was all her fucking fault, she knew he had been upset when she told him they wouldn't be having a session today. How the hell did he get a scalpel? A fresh wave of tears flooded Claire’s eyes bringing a halt to her frantic pacing as the realization hit her like a freight train. Of course, the damn medical kit. Claire sighed dropping into one of the nearby guest chairs lining the wall. God please let him be ok. She couldn't bare the thought of failing him. All she could think about was his deep hazel eyes full of hope when he asked if he was gonna see her today. Jesus, what the hell had she done? If she had just showed up an hour earlier. Or just...she ran her hands through her hair stopping when she noticed how sticky they were. Claire grimaced leaning her head against the wall. “soooo pretty” Claire’s eyes snapped open at the soft almost child-like voice. A young woman stood in front of her, her blue eyes bright as she reached out to touch the dried blood on Claire’s face. Claire stared at her in shocked confusion before the woman skipped down the hallway. 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flyingangelofblueislands · 7 years

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Flower Boy Prince pt.1

Leo (Taekwoon) X You X Ravi (Wonshik)

Genre: Fluff

A/U: You are both theater majors in University. Ravi is Leo’s junior from Highschool but in a different department than you both in University (Creative Writing/Literature).

Summer classes weren’t your idea of the best way to spend the hottest months of the year, but it was completely necessary if you wanted to stay on track for graduation next year. Taekwoon was the same. Fortunately, he was also taking some classes during this summer semester. When he told you over the phone a couple nights before the first day, you were extremely relieved. You were both older than most of the students in your class and that’s actually how you both met. He noticed you didn’t get particularly close with anyone in your classes and always ate in the cafeteria alone before rushing off. Until one day he approached you in the class you shared this semester, Dramatic Literature, asking if you wanted to study together. He said you looked no nonsense about your work and wondered if you could help him out. You agreed, having also noticed his lack of close interaction with other classmates. You wrote him off as a shy, private person. He was also nice to everyone but never really seemed to mesh with the groupings in the Theater classes you had had with him before this year either. After a couple study periods, you had realized he was quite talkative and the passion he put into readings and performances for class, actually came from more than just skill. He was actually quite a lovely person. You both also realized you kept to yourselves mostly because of your age difference with the classmates. While they were all good classmates and you got along well, the somewhat significant age difference felt like a small barrier between you two and most of the class. Not to mention your full-time jobs outside of University kept you both pretty busy.

“Y/n!!” You heard your name being called and lifted your head out of your script and looked around. You noticed Taekwoon walking towards the bench you were sitting on just outside of the performing arts building. The wind rustled his button-down shirt and feathered through his black medium-length hair which he had parted down the middle. He smiled as you spotted him and you found yourself smiling back. “Taekwoon! Hey!” He plopped down next to you with a small groan and let him bag slide off his shoulder. One hand still in his pocket, he used the other rake his hair back. “You have work after class today?” You shook your head, “No. Why?” “Let’s go to a new cafe I found. It’s a kitten cafe, downtown.” Your face lit up at the prospect of a kitten cafe. You put your script down for a moment and looked up at him, eyes full of excitement. He smiled, “You look more excited than I expected.” You laughed. “I told you I love cats. But could never have one-” “Because of your allergies. I remember.” You nodded in confirmation and went back to studying your script. A quick breeze brushed past you once again and it graced you with a strong waft of Taekwoon’s scent. It was a sweet spice of a smell with a fresh crispness to it. “Are you wearing cologne?” Taekwoon turned to look at you with a slight smile of pride on his face, “Yeah. You like it?” “I love it!” You blurted out, surprising yourself and him. You both laughed. “I just mean it’s my kind of scent, is all. I really like deep scents like that. I usually buy them for myself.” “Really?” He raised his eyebrows. You nodded and looked straight ahead. You couldn’t help but think how you wished you had someone else to buy things like perfumes for. “Well, call me when you get out of class and I’ll meet you back here.” Taekwoon said interrupting the comfortable silence. He got up to leave and stopped for a minute. Fidgeting in the pocket his hand was still in before pulling out a small packet of what looked like medicine. “Oh, and take two of these before we leave. It’ll help with your allergies.” He held them out and you felt touched as you took them from him. Your fingers brushed together and he looked at you intently before breaking into a smile and waving goodbye. You suddenly felt your heart beating a bit faster than normal. You checked the time on your cellphone and saw it was almost time for class. You packed your things and walked towards your classroom, finding yourself hoping class would go by faster than normal today so you could meet up with Taekwoon again. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts. “Don’t start playin yourself now Y/N.” You muttered to yourself to stay focused.

After class, you walked back outside to meet Taekwoon at the bench you were sitting on earlier that morning. As you used your shoulder to push the glass door on the side of the building open, you dug around in your purse for the medicine he had given you to take. You felt your shoulder and body weight give way to the door pulling open from the opposite side. You looked up, startled, and saw Taekwoon holding the door. “I thought your class would never end.” Your heart jumped and you couldn’t help but smile. “Me either. How long have you been waiting here?” You asked as you both began to walk off, you still digging through your bag. “About five minutes–what are you looking for?” “Huh? Oh, those medicines you gave me. I dropped them in my bag and now they’re lost in this madness…” “How could you lose something I gave you.” He questioned with a fake pained look on his face. Your eyes widened at the subtle cuteness and you baulked for a second before you spoke again, “I didn’t lose it! I just don’t know where it is right now.” Taekwoon’s laugh reverberated in the air as the sun gently warmed both of your backs. “It’s okay. I bought more. I didn’t know how strong they were. or how strong your allergies are. I thought you’d might need more than two…” “Aww..” You nudged him playfully as you both continued walking away from the performing arts building. As you pushed him lightly with your body, he put his arm around your shoulder. He had only done this once in a while. But every time, for you anyway, it felt like your insides were cracking like fireworks. Taekwoon looked down at you and, almost offhandedly, remarked, “Why am I finding you so pretty today?” Shocked at his words, your lips burst into a laugh. He smiled, surprised at your reaction, “What? Why are you laughing?” “Because I don’t know how to answer that!” Taekwoon bit his lip, still smiling, “It wasn’t really for you to answer. I was just talking out loud.” You nodded and covered your mouth. You wanted him to stop stirring up feelings you didn’t realize you had. You didn’t want to confuse your closeness for a crush on him. You did that with other guys before. It never turned out well. Usually just you, and a one-sides crush. Taekwoon’s phone rang and broke the amiable flow of conversation between you two. He pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen, “Oh! It’s Wonshik-ie.” He glanced at you, and you motioned for him to answer it. “What’s up? …I’m on campus about to go to a cafe…No…yeah why?….hold on.” He dropped the phone to his side and lowered his voice to speak to you, “He wants to know if he can meet me at the cafe. He was calling to see if I wanted to eat with him.” “Yeah that’s fine.” You nodded. Not minding to meet up Wonshik. You had meet with Leo outside of school plenty of times and sometimes it was completely social. Meaning you had met his friends and he had met yours as well. You had a special affinity for Wonshik however, because he was so friendly and funny. While he had his charismatic, flirtatious side, he also had a natural adorable quality that made him very likable and enjoyable to be around. At least to you. Taekwoon’s face scrunched up and your happily nodding head. “Don’t be so happy to meet up with him.” “Why not?” He dropped his arm from around your shoulders and pulled the phone back up to his ear. “It makes me feel funny…hello? Yeah. It’s alright. Y/N is gonna be there too….yea–what–don’t even think about it….I’ll text you the address.” Taekwoon hung up.

Once you and Taekwoon reached the kitten cafe, you saw an enthusiastic Wonshik waving you over to a booth with a black and white fluffy kitten in his arms. “Over here!” You all but ran over to the table as Taekwoon strolled behind. “Wonshikkkk!” He put the kitten down and came out of the booth to greet you. You both clasped hands and jumped like happy dorks. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” “Brother never invites me out anymore! I’m around!” You whipped around to face Taekwoon who was sliding into the booth nonchalantly. “Is that true, Taek?” You asked lips pursed, eyes narrowed with your head tilted down just a bit as you looked at him. Ready to playfully scorn him. Wonshik giggled at your expression, letting out a soft, “Cute.” Taekwoon sighed and flipped his hair out of his face, preoccupying his gaze with a tan Tabby cat that was lying on the window sill of the booth. “Yes.” He stated matter of factly. You laughed at the bluntness and Wonshik pulled your arm to sit on the inside of the booth on the side where he was sitting. Taekwoon was on the other side, seated directly in front of you. “I ordered drinks for everybody already.” You and Taekwoon thanked Wonshik with smiles and Wonshik proceeded to lean on his arm and watch you as you petted the all white Turkish angora cat that strutted across the table. “You look really pretty today, Y/n.” You felt heat rise to your face. You combatted the feeling with snark. “Did you actually just use my name? and not ‘Sister’?” “You told me to try–” “I said ‘try if you dare!’ and we were drinking! How can you remember that?” “I remember everything you say.” Wonshik commented softly. Taekwoon suddenly sat forward and addressed Wonshik. “Hey, Wonshik-ie. What kind of drink did you get me?” Wonshik peeled his eyes off your avoiding ones and looked at Taekwoon. “A cafe latte. Why? Did you want something else?" “Yeah. Get me a caramel macchiato. and bring a glass of water for Y/n. She has to take her medicine.” “Medicine?” Wonshik’s eyes jumped back towards you, “Are you sick?” “Huh?” You broke your staring contest with the Turkish angora and looked up at both the guys. “Oh, no. It’s for my allergies. But so far so good, I don’t think I need the medicine.” Taekwoon made steady eye contact with you while motioning for Wonshik to go out in the drink orders, “Don’t play around with allergies. Take the medicine anyway, just in case. For me, at least.” He spoke the last part so gently you thought you would melt into a puddle on the floor. “Oh-o-okay…” Taekwoon took your hand and put the extra medicines he brought with him in your palm, his fingers lingering, he started to talk again but Wonshik returned with the water. “They said they’re bringing the other drinks now.” He slid into the booth and placed your water in front of you. He then picked the water back up and took the pills out of your hand, “Should I help you?” Wonshik asked you in a low tone with a small smile flirting on his lips, you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in to whisper, “Let me take care of you.” You found yourself laughing as this type of action was not out of the ordinary from Wonshik when you all were hanging out. He was always so extra. You never knew what to take seriously and what not to take seriously, so you figured taking none of it serious was the best bet. Taekwoon suddenly blurted out swinging his long arms in Wonshik’s direction, “Why do you have to sit so close to her all the time! She’s not one of your little play dates! She came here with me!” You cackled and Wonshik’s mouth slightly opened as he exclaimed in half embarrassment, Taekwoon continued, “You come sit over here. Come sit over here.” Taekwoon forcefully switched seats with Wonshik and reclined next to you. Seemingly more relaxed. Wonshik slid so he was directly in front of you as you finished swallowing the allergy pills. You pulled a passing cat into your lap. Wonshik smiled at you, “Thanks Brother. This is better anyway. Now I have a better view of Y/n’s beautiful face.” Your eyes widened. Not only at Wonshik’s statement, but because behind the ball of fluff of a cat you were holding, out of Wonshik’s line of sight, Taekwoon had reached over to hold your hand.

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been a long time right? well here’s a new series. I planned to write this weekly, one part for each week of VIXX promotions 😁 so I hope you enjoyed the beginnings of this!! see you next week with part 2!!

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thefictionlady · 7 years

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Lessons in Love 2: Commencement - Chapter Thirty Seven

“I was thinking, maybe Jasmine and Aladdin or Danny and Sandy from Grease. Oooh! Or Daisy and Gatsby!” As I sat on the floor between Justin’s legs, I scrolled through Pinterest looking at couples’ Halloween costume ideas. “We could do Greek mythology…like Zeus and Nemesis or Aphrodite, or one of his many other hoes…” “I wanna do something funny, though. Like Chazz Michael Michaels and Jimmy MacElroy,” he said as he lathered his hands with moisturizer. I rolled my eyes as Justin mentioned characters from one of his favorite comedies. “This is my first Halloween in LA so I wanna be something cute or sexy, especially if we’re going to one of those big parties.” Regardless of where we ended up going I knew I wanted to look dope. “We don’t have to do a couple’s costume. If you wanna do Blades of Glory, that’s fine. I could be something else.” “But babe,” Justin whined as he ran his hands through a section of my hair, coating the freshly washed and oiled strands with the creamy moisturizer. After begging me to teach him, Justin insisted on twisting my hair every once in a while. Even though he wasn’t great at it, I appreciated the effort and it was nice to just feel his fingers running through my hair. I’d probably just end up wearing it up tomorrow anyway. “This is our first Halloween as a couple,” he continued. “We should do something together.” I couldn’t help my smile as Justin manipulated my hair into a two strand twist. “Well we’ll have to compromise. But I wanted to ask you something,” I said, changing the subject. “What do you think about having our families come for Thanksgiving? I just think it’s time to get our families together.” Justin and I have officially been together for just about nine months, but after everything we’ve been through over the last two years, it’s really felt like forever. Bringing our families together just seemed long overdue. “I think that’s an awesome idea, baby.” Justin kissed my temple then continued with my hair. We could have Chef Gina do a whole spread.” “Nah. Thanksgiving should be cooked by hand by us… I dunno. I’ll figure it out.” Cooking is a big deal in my family, on both sides. We put our love into our cooking and we show we care with food. I didn’t always subscribe to traditional gender roles and believed in balance, but cooking for Justin and our families also showed a level of responsibility that would impress them and put their worries at ease. “Who all do you wanna invite?” “My dad and maybe my grandma. Jeremy and Patty, and the kids if it’s cool with their mom.. Just something small and intimate. I think it’ll be nice. Wait…” I paused. “Do y’all Canadians even celebrate Thanksgiving?” The thought hadn’t even occurred to me. “Of course we do. Just not the same day. It was a couple days ago, actually.” “What?!” I whipped around, pulling my hair from his hands. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could have done something nice. J, I’m so sorry.” “Would you please sit still?” Justin adjusted my shoulders so that my back was to him again. “It’s not a big deal. I’ve been living in the US for so long that I just celebrate it in November now.” It’s weird to me that they even celebrate Thanksgiving in October. “What do you eat? In my head I’m picturing Tim Horton’s and poutine.” Justin yanked on my hair. “Shut up,” he said with a chuckle. “Obviously we eat turkey…and drink maple syrup. We’re Canadian, eh.”

Halloween I only went trick-or-treating a few times as a kid. My mom was never a fan of Halloween so she never wanted to take me. On the off chance that my begging would work, I’d go with Drea and her mom. So I was probably a little too excited to go when Justin told me his siblings were coming and we’d get to take them out. Not wanting to miss out on my goddaughter’s first Halloween either, I had Drea, Aaliyah, and Dougie flown in for the weekend. The four of us and the three kids got dressed up and set out to collect candy in The Oaks. Even though I drive in and out of this neighborhood every day, I felt like I was seeing these homes for the first time as we walked up to each one. Every home in The Estates at The Oaks was different, customized to the tastes of the owners. Grand in both size and style, each home spanned nearly a block. They were so spread apart that it took a minute or two to walk to each one. Despite there only being a few homes in this Calabasas community, I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it to each one. The kids had elaborate costumes, totally outdoing the adults. “Spin around and let me see your Elsa costume,” Drea said to Jazmyn. The little girl twirled in her sparkling blue dress, so excited to finally be dressed as the Disney ice princess. Her younger brother ran up and down sidewalk, flapping his Batman cape as if he could fly. Dougie pulled Aaliyah in a wagon and she looked absolutely adorable in her cute little strawberry costume. In keeping with the fruit theme Drea donned a ridiculous banana suit and Dougie was dressed as a pineapple. “We’re a fruit basket,” Dougie had said when they’d all emerged rom their guest room ready to take pictures. Despite the outlandishly large mansions, the families at each one gave out a handful of candy just like in any other neighborhood. “I half expected them to be giving out iPhones or silver spoons,” Drea said with a laugh. “Girl, me too,” I said, adjusting my cat ears. The adults were saving their fancy costumes for the big Halloween party tomorrow night. Justin just threw on a plaid shirt and a cowboy hat, all things that he already owned, and called himself a sheriff. “I can’t wait for us to be able to do family costumes like y’all,” I mused, mostly to myself. I couldn’t help but be a little jealous of all the parents and their kids dressed in adorable themes, hoping one day I’d be among them with kids of my own. “Have you been thinking about having kids again?” “No, not really. I mean, sorta. I dunno,” I shrugged. “Every time I see Justin around children my ovaries start freaking the fuck out,” I whispered. Justin and Dougie had taken the kids up to knock on the next door while Andrea and I stayed on the sidewalk, out of hearing distance. “I obviously want kids someday. Justin and I are nowhere near ready to even have this conversation. We’re just trying to make it into the next week, but I just can’t help the baby fever I get every now and then.” Our relationship is so tumultuous and unpredictable, but I looked forward to growing with him. No matter what we go through, we’re always improving for the better. But I’m not focused on the future. “I am enjoying it just being the two of us, learning more about each other and strengthening who we are as a couple. It’s just, my clock is ticking and…you know what? I sound like an idiot. Let me stop.” “You’re not an idiot,” my best friend said as the guys walked back down with the kids. “I think it’s normal to think about kids. But you’ve got plenty of time.” “Babe!” Justin hollered, eyes wide, holding onto Jaxon’s candy bucket as he ran down the walkway. “The lady gave out full sized candy bars! Like the big ones! We should have gotten our own bags…” He held up a large Snickers. “See!?” Jaxon glared at his older brother with his little hands on his hips. “That’s my candy!” “We can share, buddy.” “My kid can’t even eat candy yet so this is all mine,” Dougie bragged. “Bro, you got like two giant Snickers!” Justin tried to peek into Aaliyah’s bucket. “It’s not fair that all the babies get all the best candy and they don’t even have teeth.” I shook my head silently as Drea gave me a knowing glance and Justin and Dougie negotiated a candy trade deal. With a sigh I smiled to myself. We have our hands full with two big ass kids already. By the time we got back to the house, Jax and Jazzy were bouncing off the walls having already eaten what looks like pounds of candy. We all should have known better than to let them eat so much of it but we weren’t paying attention until it was too late. Now they are running around like psychos, screaming because we took their candy away and keeping the baby awake who is now hollering too. I swear this has to be a record for going from angelic to demonic in 0.2 seconds. “That’s not fair!” Jazzy kept screaming with tears streaming down her face as if the world had ended. Jaxon was no better, throwing a fit and kicking Justin in the shins as he pried the candy bucket out of his little angry hands. Since the guys were in charge of the monitoring the candy, it was their job to get all of them to calm down and into bed. As I rubbed my temples, I plopped down on the couch next to my best friend who’d already poured each of us a glass of whiskey. She’s smart. Wine just wasn’t going to cut it. “Still want those kids right now?” she asked with a smirk. “Nah, I think I’m good for a while.” There was no better birth control than some loud misbehaving kids.

JPOV When we pulled up to the house I paused before turning to my mom in the back of the SUV. “She’s a little stressed today, so just be chill, okay?” My mom could have driven herself to my place but I figured she’d appreciate being picked up for the fancy Thanksgiving dinner we’re having. Despite everything I’d said, Yadira insisted on doing everything herself rather than letting me hire a chef. I just figured it’d be nice to spend time with your family instead of slaving away in the kitchen. But what do I know? And of course she’s been freaking out all weak. From a chaotic paparazzi filled trip to the grocery store to a gridlocked trip to the airport, things have been quite stressful for her. Everyone knows that stress can take its toll on her. Fortunately, once her dad was in town she seemed to be a little more at ease, but the pressure of our parents meeting for the first time was freaking her out again. “I’m chill,” my mom scoffed, trying way too hard to be cool. Things between them were civil, even friendly now, but I know the both of them were still a little on edge in each other’s presence. With a roll of my eyes I left the car and my mom followed. As soon as I opened the door I could smell the food. Yadira’s been at it all day. “Pattie!” she exclaimed as she came around the corner. “It’s so good to see you!” She pulled my mom into a hug with a big smile. “Likewise! And that dress is so pretty,” my mom replied. Yadira twirled around in her orange DVF dress. Even though I told her that she didn’t need to get dressed up, she insisted and forced me to dress up too. I just threw on a grey sweater and some dark jeans that didn’t have any holes in them, you know, the dressy kind. But I shouldn’t complain. She looks cute in her little homemaker dress or whatever. “Babe, you need anything?” I asked, already knowing her answer. “Don’t worry. Just spend some time with your mom. Dinner is almost ready.” She scurried away and left me and my mom standing in the foyer. “Wow, this is just so…beautiful,” my mom said as we walked by the dining room all the glasses, plates and silverware (bought by Yadira specifically for this occasion) were set nicely around an elaborate centerpiece. “I actually helped with this part,” I said proudly. Our dads were watching football in the den with kids messing around in the corner. My dad wasn’t really big into football, but he seemed to be having fun with Carmello. To be honest, I was nervous about them meeting. They’re just so…different. But so far so good. As we approached Yadira’s dad stood off the couch, followed by my dad. Carmello towered over my mom, more than most people did, making her seem childlike next to him. “Mr. Bernard, this is my mom, Pattie.” With his giant hands and long arms, he reached out to pull my mother into a hug. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Both of you.” Our parents settled on the couch discussing boring shit like the weather and traffic in LA. “Are you enjoying Los Angeles?” Yadira’s dad came a few days ago to spend some time with his daughter and explore the city. “I’m loving the weather. It’s a nice break from the cold.” Boredom swept over me and I felt my eyeballs glazing over. When they were too deep into a conversation about the difference between Canadian and American Thanksgiving traditions, I slipped away into the kitchen to check on my girl. She’d managed to refuse help from everyone all day except her grandmother who was making some sort of salad off to the side. “Justin, please go sit!” Yadira waved me off, stirring something on stove. “Let me help,” I said, noting the stress on her face. “No!” she snapped. “You need to mingle with our parents.” I dunno why she kept thinking we couldn’t leave them alone or something. “They’ll be fine. They can entertain themselves.” Even if she didn’t want my help, I was happy to just stand in the kitchen inhaling all the mouth-watering smells. “Oh my God, I’m starving!” The words tumbled out of my mouth with a growl as if spoken by my stomach. Driven by hunger, I tore off a corner of a cornbread muffin and shoved it into my mouth. “Fuck, Justin! Stop!” At first she caught me off guard, but I knew better than to take it personally. Since meeting Ya, I’ve learned that anxiety comes in many forms. Even my own. Sometimes getting upset was how she coped. Her grandma Ella, on the other hand, wasn’t as understanding. “Enough, Yadira! You’ve been rude and bratty all afternoon.” It’s true. Our morning started out fine, but as the cooking went on Yadira became stressed and her attitude began to show. “This is why I didn’t want anyone in here with me,” she grumbled not so softly under her breath. “Relax, babe!” I intervened, trying to prevent a fight. Under normal circumstances, Yadira would never speak to her grandmother with that tone so I knew she must be feeling like she was under a lot of pressure. “It’s not that serious. It’s just food.” She scoffed. “I didn’t ask for either of you to—ow, shit!” As she was chopping onions she sliced right into her finger. As her eyes filled with tears, her grandma rushed over with a paper towel. “I’ve got it, Miss Ella,” I said, wrapping my arms around Yadira’s shoulders. “Let’s get you a band aid.” I could tell she was trying so hard not to let the water in her eyes spill over onto her cheeks and I could tell those tears were for much more than just the pain from her cut. When we got to the guest bathroom, I closed the door behind us before rummaging under the sink for the first aid kit. “I don’t have time for this,” she mumbled with a sniffle. “The macaroni and cheese is going to burn.” Paying her worry no mind, I found the kit and pat the edge of the counter for her to sit down. “I’m sure your grandma’s got it under control. Chill.” Yadira’s wound was bleeding through the paper towel and was probably going to need much more than a band aid. “Besides,” I continued. “That cut looks worse that I think you realize. Rinse your finger.” With a frown, she followed my order while I looked through the kit for the necessary supplies to tend to my wounded lady. “Is there blood on my dress?” She looked down at her dress frantically while keeping her I injured hand under the faucet. “Your dress is fine. You look great. Come, sit back down.” I gave her some tissues as she moved to sit back on top of the bathroom counter. “Now you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Though knowing her and her neurotic tendencies when she was stressed, I think I already had a good idea. “Nothing is going on,” she snapped. “Maybe you’ve forgotten how well I know you…” With a raised eyebrow, I threw out the tissues and dressed her cut with some Neosporin. The bleeding was down to a minimum now but I could tell by the way she winced when I touched it that it still hurt. With a roll of her teary eyes and a sigh, Yadira leaned back against the bathroom mirror. “You know, sue me for trying to make our first Thanksgiving together special.” “It already is special, babe,” I said, giving her some gauze to hold against her wound. “Not only is it our first Thanksgiving together, but it’s the first time our families are getting together. That’s huge.” “Exactly!” she said exasperatedly as I wrapped a bandage around the tip of her finger. This was going to complicate using her hands in the kitchen, but she was just going to have to deal. “I just want it to be perfect.” “Then why do you keep snapping at people who are only trying to help you?” After all of her effort, things were about as perfect as they were going to get. The significance of today didn’t excuse her attitude. And she knew it. There was guilt written all over her face as she tried not to cry. I felt guilty too, watching her get so upset and put so much stress and pressure on herself. But enabling her helped no one. We worked so well together because we called each other out on our shit. Tears weren’t going to change that. “I’m just trying to prove that we could do this. Be a normal, healthy, functioning couple. Everyone out there had their doubts about us being together. They doubted my decision to be with you. Your family, my family, and at times even we did. Pulling off the perfect Thanksgiving seemed like the best way to prove everyone wrong. To prove to your mom that I can take care of you and to prove to my dad that we’ve got it together.” She looked down at her hands, picking at the new bandage. “I realize how stupid that sounds now that I say it out loud.” It bothered me that she was carrying around this burden of proof, as if executing the perfect Thanksgiving dinner and painting this image of the perfect family, was some act of redemption. Our being together is not a sin and nothing we could do will ever erase our messy history or complicated past. And I would never want to. It’s part of who we are and what makes our relationship so strong. “We do not owe anyone anything. We do not need to prove anything to anyone. Nothing anyone says is ever going to change what we have between us, family or not. And I think our families know and respect that now, and if they don’t, fuck ‘em.” She sighed heavily and nodded. “I know that. I think I was just getting in my own head.” “You gotta quit doing that, baby girl. You’re stressing yourself out which sometimes stresses me out. So can you relax for me, please?” I wrapped my arms around her waist and looked down at her. “Everyone is already impressed with everything you’ve done. Just try to relax and have some fun.” When we look back on our first major holiday together, I want us to remember how much fun we had with our families, not what color napkin rings she used. I brought her bandaged finger up to my lips and gave it a tiny kiss. “Are you chill now?” I asked, noting the tension that remained on her face. So stubborn. “Or am I going to have to resort to other methods?” “What other methods?” she scoffed. I was hoping she’d ask. I leaned forward, caging her in with either hand pressed against the glass. Since her dad has been in town, she’s been paranoid about him catching us in the act even though he’s sleeping in bedroom on the other side of the house. It was crazy to me how this girl wasn’t shy about getting freaky in public but the minute her father shows up it’s a totally different story. “Don’t kiss me,” she said, putting her hand on my chest. “I don’t want my makeup to get messed up.” “Don’t worry,” I said as my lips pulled into a wide smile. “The lips I plan on kissing don’t have any lipstick on them.” I dropped to my knees and spread her legs apart. Yadira attempted to stop me by smushing her hand in my face and pressing her thighs together. “Don’t. Our families are on the other side of that door. If my father hears us, he’ll murder you and make your parents watch.” “Then if you value my life at all, I suggest you stay quiet.” I pleaded with her, giving her my best pouty face. I just wanted to taste her and watch as the stress left her body. “I just want to make you feel good, baby.” My girlfriend looked down at me then toward the door before looking back at me. She was silent for a moment, as if weighing her options in her head. Without a word she spread her thighs apart again, the uncertainty in her eyes quickly replaced with wanting anticipation. I accepted this as an invitation to curl my fingers around her panties and slide them down her legs and over her heeled sandals, tucking them discreetly into my back pocket. Leaving her feet in her pretty pumps, I kissed her ankle just above the strap of her shoe. My kisses didn’t cease as they traveled up her leg to her inner thigh where I bit into the fleshiest part of her body. Yadira’s gasp was subtle as she leaned back into the mirror. “You must have a death wish, Bieber.” “Well if I’m going to die today, I’d better make it count.” And I couldn’t have asked for a better ‘last meal’. Hooking my hands under her knees, I pulled her toward me so her but rested on the edge of the counter. I was careful not to wrinkle her dress as I pushed her thighs back and even further apart so she was nice and open for me to taste. My tongue swept over her pussy quickly, lapping at the moisture that’d already gathered there. When my lips touched her again, I lingered, sliding my tongue between her folds, licking from her center to her clit. Yadira stifled a groan as she gripped the edge of the counter. I worked my tongue skillfully against her skin, burying my face into her sex, coating my nose, lips, and chin in her arousal. Like a starving animal, I devoured her, my hunger for her insatiable. Sweat misted my forehead and a faint ache formed in my jaw, but I wanted more. As I wrapped my lips around her clit, Yadira shoved her fingers into my hair, crying out as she pulled on the strands. I growled against her before sucking the button of nerves firmly into my mouth. “Fuck!” Her head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud and she grit her teeth, trying not to make any more noise. If I hadn’t been so focused on making her come, I would have laughed at her failed attempts to stifle the involuntary sounds she was making without touching her face or disturbing her makeup. But I was determined to give her an orgasm that made her forget her own name. My tongue teased her with torturously slow strokes, speeding up only to slow back down just before she reached her climax. I did this over and over again until her thighs were trembling in my grip. “Justin, please,” she begged with a loud moan, not even trying to stay quiet now. I plunged my tongue deep inside her and her pussy twitched and throbbed around it, causing my dick to harden. Confident that she was right where I wanted her, I sucked hard on her clit, drawing a violent orgasm out of her. Her whole body jerked against the mirror and she tried to pull her hips back but I held her tight against my face and tongue. A slew of incomprehensible phrases toppled randomly from her lips. Then her body stilled, tensing up before releasing into a fit of jerks and shakes. Her mouth hung open as a second orgasm rolled over her. Her skin was hot in my hands and against my face and I could feel the heat radiating from her even as I pulled away. Suddenly her grip on the counter loosened and she slumped back onto the glass. When I let go of her thighs they dangled over the edge of the counter like a lifeless ragdoll. “Still thinking about that mac and cheese?” Yadira just hummed in response, not bothering to formulate and coherent words. Mission accomplished. While she sat there catching her breath, I attempted to help her sit up but she swatted my hands away. “Don’t touch me yet. I feel like I might shatter into a million pieces.” I gave her a minute to cool down before we cleaned ourselves up and fixed the bathroom as if it’d never been disturbed. “Come here and let me fix your hair” I glanced in the mirror and saw the hot mess she left on top of my head. “Sorry,” she mumbled as she attempted to smooth my hair back into place. “You’re not sorry,” I scoffed. I wouldn’t be either. “For fucking up you’re hair? You’re right, I’m not. Besides, you kinda brought that on yourself. But I am sorry for acting crazy.” She grabbed my jaw and pecked me quickly on the lips. “Even though I worry about stupid shit, act out when I am stressed, and behave like an asshole, you still spoil me with earth shattering sex.” “My only plan was to get you to chill the fuck out.” She smiled lazily. “Well your plan might backfire. I am so chill I might fall asleep at the stove and burn the house down.” Her eyelids were heavy as she reached to unlock the bathroom door. “That’s only if your dad doesn’t kill us first, loud mouth.” That was my fault too, but she wouldn’t dare complain. Though I was proud of my work (I can literally feel my ego and man-pride swelling, or maybe that’s just my unrelieved dick trapped in my pants), I’d be like if I said I wasn’t afraid to face her father. I didn’t know Carmelo well, but I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t take too kindly to hearing his little girl having sex right under his nose, even if we were in our own house. We tiptoed out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen where Ella was still hovering over the stove. “Don’t worry,” she said casually with her back still turned to us. Everyone went outside. No one heard you…except me.”

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Does Schrodinger’s Cat have Nine Lives?

Prologue – Prev - Next

Chapter 3: Cat Scratch Fever

Pairings: None so far.

Sachie had just turned six today. Her father had taken her out of school to spend time with him. Though, it was not really any different from a normal day. She strung a red piece of yarn between her fingers making loops and shapes. It was called ayatori though her mother told her they called it cat’s cradle in other countries. She liked calling it that instead. As she looped the string around her fingers into different shapes Schrodinger decided to try to play with her, batting at the threads as she pulled her fingers apart. She smiled slightly at them before looking up. The street lights were starting to turn on and her father told her to stay here while he was talking to people. It was getting late again, whenever dad took her places it was always super late when they got back. Most of the time she could not remember what they did either. Whenever she was helping dad with work her mind went fuzzy and it was hard to string her thoughts together. She frowned going back to the threads running into a dead end with them. She sighed and untangled the string trying to stop Schrodinger’s pouncing at the thread. They let out an irritated cat huff before they curled in her lap seemingly snoozing. Sachie looked down at the cat, she was getting tired too.

Sachie looked up as she heard some voices and a couple passing by made a startled noise. They seemed to calm themselves down again. She heard them whisper something about how weird cat eyes were. Sachie assumed they were talking about Schrodinger but his eyes were closed. She sighed and looked around again looping her fingers through the thread in practiced motions. She leaned her head back against the wall and yawned. She shook her head; her dad would be mad again if she nodded off. She looked around once more. Maybe she could close her eyes for five seconds. She leaned back again; fingers still wrapped in string threading through Schrodinger’s fur as she just closed her eyes for a moment. She woke up shortly to a firm hand slightly shaking her shoulder. Sachie flinched back, blinking her eyes as they adjusted to the lower light. She was expecting a punch to the head before she looked up to see a grumpy looking man wearing a scarf. Sachie flinched and tried to pull her hands out only for them to get tangled in the threads as she flopped over to her side. Schrodinger let out an angry yowl hissing a bit before resettling themselves off of Sachie’s lap.

Sachie heard the man let out a puff of air before noticing him pull up his scarf to conceal a lopsided smirk, he cleared his throat, “Let me help you out there, kid.” He reached out his hand and gently untangled her fingers. She wiggled them a bit and realized they felt a bit stiff, “Might not want to fall asleep with your fingers tied. You wouldn’t want to lose one after all.” The man stood up afterwards before holding out a hand for her to grab but Sachie only stared at it. The man sighed, “You really shouldn’t be out so late. Did you get lost?” She watched as the man seemed to scan the area, “Come on... let’s bring you to the station so we can reunite you with your parents.”

Sachie poked his hand with her finger and did not take it, “No.”

“No?”

“No.” She had to be firm on this, her dad had told her to walk away if anyone had tried to approach her but now that he was here, she would have to stay still.

The man let out a sigh before he once again crouched down to her level. “No?” He seemed to ask again give her a pointed look.

“Dad said to wait here while he was working...” She started to pet Schrodinger and made no move to get up.

“Hmm…” The man looked over at her, “Listen kid, I can’t leave you here, as a Hero it’s my job to make sure you get somewhere safe.” Sachie looked around and she could tell the man was watching her movements. The area seemed the same to her as other places her dad brought her. So, it should have been safe. She looked back over to the man who seemed to have pulled out a phone and was typing on it. He seemed to frown at the screen before putting the phone away looking back at her. Sachie then shrugged at him and did not make a move. “I see…” The man said before making what she assumed was an attempt at a smile. “How about we wait here for 5 minutes and then take you to the station.”

“5…” She paused before looking at him dead in the eyes, “Hours...”

The man let out a sigh, “No… 5 minutes...”

“4 Hours.” Sachie put on the most serious face that she could muster and the man let out a puff of breath hiding his face in his scarf again. Sachie stared at him, the pupils of her eyes narrowing into slits.

“10 minutes.”

“3 hours.”

“15 minutes…. Or else the offer goes back to five minutes.” Sachie scrunched up her nose at it before sticking out her hand. Adults really were not fair sometimes but, this was the best deal that she had ever been able to make with an adult. He took her hand and shook it before plopping down next to her. “Pleasure doing business with you. I’m Eraserhead by the way. What’s your name?”

“Sachie Komuro and this is Schrodinger, they’re my quirk.” She lifted the cat up slightly and moved them towards him. “You can pet them if you want.” She watched as the man hesitantly reached out and scratched Schrodinger under the chin. Before going to pull out his phone and typing on it. Sachie pulled out the red thread and began to weave it between her fingers again and then they sat there in companionable silence. It felt like a comfortable forever but it was inevitably ruined.

“Sachie!” She froze as she heard a voice call out to her, “There you are I’ve been looking for you everywhere! You can’t wander off like that.” Sachie stumbled to her feet and pulled Schrodinger up with her. She went to complain and she did her father placed his hand on her head. She froze up as it happened, even if she wanted to complain that it was the opposite, he probably would not let her. “I’m so sorry about this sir. I assure you I won’t lose sight of her again. Kids these days are always slipping away from their parents.” She could tell that her dad was putting on his business smile. She slightly turned her head back in the direction of Eraserhead, though the look on his face wasn’t one she expected. He did not seem to look all that convinced by what her dad was saying.

“Really…” Eraserhead stated as he stood, “Because she said you had told her wait here for you.” Sachie looked down at the ground.

“You know how kids are… They get confused pretty easy,” her father knelt down next to her. Moving his hand under her chin and tilting her face upward, “Isn’t that right Sachie.” As soon as she made eye contact her head began to feel fuzzy in a familiar way. Suddenly she was not certain if she had been told to stay here or not. She opened her mouth about to agree and then instantly her head cleared. She snapped her head over the Eraserhead and noted that his hair seemed to be settling back down like Schrodinger’s did after they got mad. She looked back at her father and he seemed a bit angry as he stood back up. “Sachie… you’re going to reply, to the nice man right.” Her father’s face was still pulled into a business-like smile. Though… this was the first time she found herself hating it.

Sachie frowned as she spoke up, “Ummm.” She was about to speak when she felt her father put his hand back on her shoulder again. She looked down at her feet playing with her hands as she nervously said what she thought she should. “No… Dad’s right… I made a mistake… sorry.” She heard Eraserhead sigh as she continued to look down at the ground. She did not really want to look up though. This sort of thing had happened before and the look of disappointment was something that Sachie did not like to see. She felt a hand reach out and rest on her head. It seemed to softly rustle her hair a bit and she felt herself wanting to lean into it.

“Stay safe, Kid.”

“Don’t worry we will… Right, Sachie.” She nodded still not looking back up at the man and she felt her father urge her around as they began to walk in the opposite direction. She was not so sure how long her father walked with her after that. Her footsteps fell slowly and stumbling. She was getting tired and her father as he moved made no sound. She wanted to look up in order to see his expression but honestly, she was afraid to look at him. It seemed like age past before she felt his fist drop and strike her on the head. She staggered almost dropping to her knees but failing too as she felt her head dragged up by her hair. She whimpered pain as her father stared at her dead in the eye, “I told you not to sleep Sachie. This is the reason you’re not supposed to sleep while we are working. You could have messed everything up.” She found herself forced to look him in the eyes. “I’ve told you before.” She felt her brain fuzz over as her father activated his quirk, “We’re villains…” She felt herself become uncertain and she felt the pressure behind his words, “Heroes don’t save villains.”

“C’mon… it’s a solid plan…”

Every time afterwards, whenever she would see a hero her father would use his quirk on her.

“… why would they even care… It’s literally just a cat.”

He made her doubt they would ever help her and she began to believe him.

“Look that one kid he’s completely froze up.”

Or at least that’s what he thought. She still wanted to believe in them but…

“Heh… You’re right even bird-face has backed down; this was a great- THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT CAT?!”

Her continued subjection to his quirk made her react with unease and panic.

“What are you talk- THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

She couldn’t be saved. She had to run.

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT IT HERE! HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!”

Panic and run, it was all she could do. Panic and run, and if push came to shove.

Scratch.

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