#paper heart fanfic

[cloverque]

paper heart (prosciutto)

synopsis: when a mysterious flower is found among the members of passione, you are deployed on a mission to investigate its origin. as a member of the elite escort team- and as one of giorno’s confidants- he pairs you up with a member of the hitman team: prosciutto. the suspect is a scheming diplomat, and the two of you must work together to solve this mystery. your deadline is within 250 days, and aboard a world touring cruise, the two of you must pretend to be a married couple aboard and assimilate into the suspect's circle. to make matters worse, the greatest trial may not be unearthing the flower's origins, but of love.

a multi-chapter series, a vento aureo spin off

minors do not read, please! gorey depictions, lore-heavy, reader's traits are heavily inspired by my oc, draws connection to purple haze feedback and other works of fiction

masterlist.

prologue

ch 1: panic at the gala

ch 2: the wolf and its flower

#jojo fanfic #jojo x y/n #jojo golden wind #vento aureo #jojo prosciutto #prosciutto x reader #prosciutto x femreader #prosciutto x y/n #prosciutto x you #giorno giovanna #guido mista #trish una #hitman team #jojo paper heart #paper heart #paper heart fanfic

[bon2bonn]

Paper hearts PT.1

Lets go!🥊🌼

MMA!fighter!Max Verstappen X female!reader

Max verstappen X fem!reader

Words count : 1.3k

09:30 The buzzing audience held their breath as the third round rolled in , anticipating the movements of both opponents as they glide across the ring circling around before lunging to attacck .

He had the upper hand through the previous rounds , now defending perfectly before cornering his opponent delivering quick and brutal punches and kicks . Before spinning a 360° to aim a back kick that knocked him out . The audience roared as the referee declared it a K.O . The bell rang declaring him the winner .

The flashing cameras, the swarms of people congratulating him shaking his hands , clamping him on the back as he passed and chanting his name all fade into white noise in the confidence of the locker room , his team high on spirit all congratulate him again as he thanked them all for their efforts and support making a small speech a promise to more wins and more achievements to come .

getting checked by one of the medics as everyone was backing up or busy with their own thing preparing to celebrate yet another win , his father approached , not looking so pleased with his win , "that would've finished sooner if you didn't let your gaurds down the first round" . he huffed collecting his bag shoving his phone and wallet in getting ready to leave adding curtly "I had it covered" , his father replayed with great annoyance "it could have cost you the match" max just stared at him "it didn't, and if that's not enough for you" he raised the belt giving him a pissed look "this should be enough for you to get you off my back , and fuck off" .

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02:45 She hastly pocketed her phone , wore a hoodie , an old baseball cap , picking her shoes and tiptoeing to the window carefully , opening the latch and looking out the window for a minute or so , then she threw her shoes out making sure to not hit the overly expensive uniquely designed (ugly) birds statue's strewn across the garden , then she pulled herself out the window sitting on the ledge . The hight still gave her nausea , the third floor is not that easy to psych yourself to get down from , specially when your way down is an old piping system that she's totally sure is rusted out , but she'll make do with what she got , and that's what she got now so she reached to the pipe with one hand steadily sliding to firmly plant her bare feet on the sides of it , she counted in her mind then she pulled her Wight off the window and latched both her hands and feet onto the main pipe , sliding slowly down to the floor below, pausing every now and then to make sure it's still Holding and that no one woke up .

Letting an exaggerated huff as she finally reached the ground , putting her shoes on and making sure the coast is clear then climbed up the fence and made a run down the road heading north .

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03:15 his flight touched down , late flights are a pleasing when the airport looked almost deserted , finding a cap he gave the address leaning back , looking out the window at the lamp posts eliminating the empty streets , flashing as the car passed them . Closing his eyes for a second to ease his mind . Looking to the left he had a glimpse of a silhouette lying down atop the hill basking in the night sky view , and for the moment he wished he'd be in their place , to be content with just being out in the open fields . The car took a turn snapping him out ah his thoughts looking at his phone buzzing with texts from his friends and family but mostly from his father , rolling his eyes he switched it off throwing it on his Carry-on bag going back to gaze out the window .

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04:48 lying down with a pleased humm after she managed to climb up the hill , passing by the tall unkempt grass on the edge of the park right behind the line of trees framing the bond . The clearing of grass rolled on all around the hill reaching all the way to the old fencing of the highway exit , it's a long walk but the atmosphere is worth the effort , it's quite and calming , the air clear and cool against her face taking in deep breath exhaling it slowly in a relaxed manner .

The lights from the lamp posts on the road blended with the gleaming stars in the distance, the moon is almost full Maybe in two more nights it'll reach it's peak before fading out to nothing .

After a while she glanced at the time , cursing as she lost track letting her mind drift not aware how much time passed , she stood up walking back down the hill heading to a side entrance for a short cut instead of the main gate , waving at the figure sitting on a bench facing the lake as she passed by , speeding up after they waved back at her .

She stepped out moving in a fast pace close to a run crossing the street and going back .

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04: 50 he unlocked his front door taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket greeted by his cats burring as he held them up scratching behind their ears as they Burred in content relaxing and leaning into his hold , leaving his bag by the living room entrance as he sets them down then watching as they padded away before going straight to take a quick shower , then to bed , falling asleep not a minute later.

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05:02 she climbed back in through the window , discarding her hoodie somewhere around her room , her cap going to the bedside table and her shoes kicked by the door , landing on her bed with a tired huff she tossed her phone on the carpeted floor below the bed turning to face the wall before drifting into a restless sleep .

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08:00 he's already awake , doing a warm up exercises and putting together a meal to start the day . Checking the kitchen to make a list for later , feeding the cats before grabbing his gym bag locking his door and heading out .

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08:10 she woke up after the third snooze alarm blaring out to get her to move off the bed , she was thankful for putting together something to wear the night before . Taking a quick shower, brushing her teeth and her hair before grabbing the day's necessary items putting them in her bag then heading out in a sprint , leaving in a haste she opted to get something to eat on the way .

Her first stop is Angela's shop . Giving the owner a warm greeting along with Marc who started working three weeks ago, taking the two separate bouquet's paying and thanking her again before moving to the next stop .

Turning the corner she pumped into someone, causing her bag and flowers to fall along with the stranger's bag , both apologizing while picking up their things apologizing again before she hastly went on her way .

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He was about to go on his way looking down he found a single flower laying down before him , muttering quietly "it must've fell from her" , turning after picking it up to give it back , he only saw her back getting lost in the crowded street ahead . Looking down at it he decided against throwing it away , he held it gently adjusting the bag on his shoulder Before moving on on his way .

#max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #f1 fanfic #f1 au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #MMA!fighter!max verstappen #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen au #paper hearts

[ohmaerieme]

tethered.

544 words, a short little oneshot about the chaos heart and luigi, and his unfortunate amnesia of it.

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Exhaustion seeps through his bones when he finally falls unto his mattress, darkness of sleep quickly swimming behind his eyelids.

It’s the kind of exhaustion that’s clung to him since he awoke from that strange blacking out at Dimentio’s- and how the name sends shivers to his spine- beck and call. An attempt to weaken the good guys and give himself a winning chance, Luigi assumes.

But he dwells on that no longer- a smile graces his lips as he succumbs to sleep, never more grateful for a bed and a moon to shine through the window than ever. Tomorrow he and his brother will go to Peach’s castle, enjoy a celebratory cake, and enjoy the lovely, lovely calm after such a storm.

But for now, tonight, he lets himself dream- a treat after being left unconscious so many times through their journey.

His blanket softer than ever, his pillow plush and comfy, Luigi easily falls into a deep sleep.

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Luigi opens his eyes to a darkness that seeps into his veins, wraps around his lungs and whispers around his frantically beating heart.  The once-comforting pull of a deep sleep now heavy in his bones makes him panic, weighing him down to the frightening presence.

What he sees around him are hues of blacks and grays, pulsing about his vision- alive. It dances about, smooth as water and heavy as rain.

But something about the way his vision swims, the manner of this heaviness he feels, the crawling of the darkness around him… It’s familiar, in a way, and he cannot shake the feeling he’s had this dream before. And he is dreaming, he knows this to be true, just as he knows he cannot breathe here, nor can he move.

The presence does not speak. It cannot, for it has no shape, no form to mouth words- but it feels. And Luigi feels it too, bleeding into him, solid enough that he could hold it in his hands. It sings of return, ripples through the darkness that echo within his own heart.

You are limitless, it muses through him, incomprehensible. As am I.

“Nightmare,” Luigi tries to whisper out, reminding himself. His voice reaches no one's ears but his own.

I am no nightmare, it denies. I have ceased to exist. All but for one tether.

The darkness stretches, the infinite space Luigi’s found himself in feeling cramped, as if held tightly together in a little box.

A flicker of white sprints through the darkness, and as his eyes follow it, he takes sight of his hands, laid against his sides. His body is swallowed by shadow, but one thing stands out starkly in the nothingness.

His hands are gloved in black, white stitching its edges and little stars dangling from the sleeves of them. A ringing sound burns through his head, the creeping imagery of a plant of all things itching at his skull.

The image fades as quickly as it sprouts, the emptiness around him filling that block. He wrenches his gaze upwards, the dark curiously watching all around him, calculating.

This dream will pass, as all dreams do. He just has to wake up.

Wake up, the emptiness echoes, almost mockingly. Its swaying hues of night almost emulate familiar laughter.

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#WE FUCKING UP THE MAN IN GREEN PSYCHOLOGICALLY TODAY!! #may or may not write more about this but #i knew i wanted to get at the very least this small thing out there #just to get the idea in other peoples heads too #the chaos heart finding luigi through his dreams: um. cheesed to meet you #/// #spm #super paper mario #spm spoilers #super paper mario spoilers #luigi #luigi mario #spm fanfic #the chaos heart #spm chaos heart #my writing #ohmaerieme

[kalolasfantasyworld]

So I saw some people on twitter doing lovely drawings for this trend and decided that Royal Banquet Helena needs some appreciation ❤️

#black clover #fanart #nozel silva #helena drazel #black clover oc #fanfic #paper hearts #nozel x helena

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

reopening the ask box is like... just finishing vacuuming shed cat hair, and then immediately going and petting said cat vigorously & watching with delight as So Much Fur sheds right back onto the floor

#knocked it down from 96 asks to 53 lets gooooo #i was gonna keep it closed for much longer but like. that was past me's opinion when they were way more stressed than usual #current me misses Conversing with the Masses! or something like that! #is it a smart decision? probably not! #between packing & comms i dont have much time #but keeping it closed felt so wrong... i dont like keep out signs.... #absolutely unprompted #i forgot how time-consuming and difficult packing is #im too out of practice.... #ive got all my sketchbooks and notebooks and paper and comics boxed up #Except my wof collection. im waiting for book 15 to be shipped before i box em all up. gotta keep things Together #but yes anyway sorry the box is Open for whatever your little heart desires #which is.... bad timing bc im gonna be chronically Offline tomorrow and probably a decent chunk of the next day #now if yall will excuse me im going to Attempt To Write Fanfic. #we'll see if i manage more than one sentence #i am doing. so much usps research for this shit its hilarious #like yes! i will read reddit threads! watch yt 'day in the life' videos! job listings! etc! #but hey now i know about casing and relays/loops and dps and flats and the difference between city and rural- #its fun to learn new things for writing! #i will be taking Liberties anyway! but at least they'll be a conscious decision yk yk #and if i ever post i can say 'hey i know this is inaccurate But its for the sake of the fic. im doing it on purpose! not outta ignorance!' #also i feel so so bad for cca's like... the work 'ethic' is so fucking inhumane are they ok-

[classickook]

paper hearts masterlist

pairing: stephen strange x widow!reader

summary: following the events of multiverse of madness, you’ve given up hope that stephen would ever love you back. but what if his feelings for you change… will you give him a chance, or has your heart moved on?

warnings: angst, jealousy, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood/injuries, unrequited love, kissing, eventual smut, spoilers for multiverse of madness

status: ongoing!

a/n: this is my first series so please bear with me! likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. hope y’all like it <3

part one: paper hearts

part two: second best

part three: round and round

part four: mixed signals

part five: invisible string

part six: given the chance

part seven: face your fears

part eight: one step at a time

part nine: cross that line

part ten: [on hold]

series blurbs: wildfire**, back to the beginning

variant blurbs: the lucky one**, salvation , warm hands & chocolate kisses , shades of blue

#paper hearts #paper hearts masterlist #stephen strange #doctor strange #stephen strange fic #stephen strange fanfic #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange x you #doctor strange fic #doctor strange fanfic #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange x you #doctor strange x y/n #doctor strange x reader

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Season Four Master Post

Season four is one of the most beloved seasons of The X-Files, and we had a lot of fun exploring the background characters that helped make it so special!

Check out this thread to see all the characters we got to meet this season!

Herrenvolk (4x01) | X

No one would remember him, and if they did, they would struggle to remember a name they were never told. The memory of his existence would remain occluded by the shadows he lived in.

Home (4x02) | Sheriff Andy Taylor

For protection, his father had said, as he pressed the unfamiliar cold metal into Taylor’s warm hand. To keep your family safe.

To keep your home safe.

He shuts the drawer. He isn’t ready for this reality, not now. Not yet.

Teliko (4x03) | Special Agent Sean Pendrell

With them, it was never something simple. It was a computer chip so fragile he could barely study it. It was a complex string of numbers and letters tracking a smallpox vaccination program for reasons he couldn’t even begin to fathom.

This was what he went to school for.

Unruhe (4x04) | Gerry Schnauz

Gerry knew she needed his help the moment they met. There was a howler inside of her head — a black mass invading her body and mind.

The Field Where I Died (4x05) | Melissa Rydell Ephesian

Melissa struggled with the idea of reincarnation, but dared not show it. And as it turned out, a broken link in the chain of her faith led to more broken links.

When she first saw Vernon hurt a child, the chain shattered.

Sanguinarium (4x06) | Dr. Theresa Shannon

The face on the computer had looked just like Jack, but that had to be impossible. The science of surgery hadn’t come that far. To spread the eyes further apart, change features completely… and besides, she knows him. Knows the person he is…

Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man (4x07) | Albert M. Godwinkle

All Albert M. Godwinkle wants today is to read a halfway decent manuscript that puts a smile on his disgruntled face. Today is not that day.

Tunguska (4x08) | Alex Krycek

If looks could kill, Alex would be a dead man. But he thrives off this, off making Mulder squirm. It’s just so fucking easy.

Terma (4x09) | Senator Albert Sorenson

He was a staunch proponent of holding insubordinate witnesses in contempt when the court was not being respected, and no one, not even a government employee, was immune to that.

Paper Hearts (4x10) | Addie Sparks

The little girl he loves is gone, and she is never coming back.

Just like me.

El Mundo Gira (4x11) | Migrant Worker

At the simple mention of El Chupacabra, the shack erupted in a cacophony of worry, as if merely saying the name might summon the beast.

Leonard Betts (4x12) | Michele Wilkes

Even through the panic she felt screaming through her that nothing about this was okay, she felt a moment of relief wash over her. Maybe it had all been a dream. Maybe her partner hadn’t died while she was at the wheel.

Never Again (4x13) | Ed Jerse

Deadbeat. Loser. Failure.

He’s heard it all, and he has had enough. No one humiliates Ed Jerse anymore. No, not now. Never again.

Memento Mori (4x14) | Kurt Crawford

What is destined for a creature borne of fluid and test tubes, guided by the hands of cruel men?

Kaddish (4x15) | Ariel Luria

Someone else’s hatred had taken her true love away. Just like that, in an instant, like it was nothing. But it was not hatred that led her to the gravesite that stormy night.

Unrequited (4x16) | Special Agent Kent Hill

Hill slides in his earpiece, watching as their eyes lock. His wife would call it eavesdropping, but as he steps closer, tilting his head just right to better hear their hushed voices, Hill simply calls it satisfying a long-standing curiosity.

Tempus Fugit (4x17) | Bartender

The man tried to fluff the pink ball back into shape after presumably squashing it in his pocket. “The woman I came in with— it’s her birthday, and she loves these things. I was wondering if there was any way you could ask someone in the back to put it on a plate and bring it out to her?”

Max (4x18) | Sharon Graffia

Sharon Graffia isn’t a liar. She’d only done what she needed to in order for people to believe her. All she’s ever wanted was someone to believe her.

Synchrony (4x19) | Jason Nichols

Naïveté and a complete lack of understanding of the consequences of their work had been their downfall. But how could they have known?

Small Potatoes (4x20) | Eddie Van Blundht

It didn’t take him long to realize he’d initially misread the situation when he saw them at the clinic. Based on the look Dana Scully shot him when he tried to hold her hand at the airport, he knew he was navigating territory Fox Mulder had yet to conquer.

Zero Sum (4x21) | Billy

He slowly twisted his neck to the right, and was horrified by the sight before him. In the next bed over was David from his class, his face covered in gross red bumps. He looked dead.

Billy didn’t know what else to do. He started crying.

Elegy (4x22) | Lauren Heller

She had an exam in the morning. Her mother’s birthday was the following weekend. She had plans.

Demons (4x23) | Amy Cassandra

As she speaks, the deep wound in her skull throbs, reminding her that that was true, until weeks ago when she’d traded the nightmare of one penetrating drill with the reality of another.

Gesthemane (4x24) | Father McCue

Her faith had come from God, yes… but it had also come from another, less expected source. Perhaps it still did.

Stay tuned for more perspectives coming in Season Four!

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We spend so much time deliberating and chatting about who to use in a given episode or where certain characters would be best utilized in the series, and we'd love to hear any opinions or predictions you might have! Do you have a favorite minor character? What episodes do you think would be best for our favorite recurring characters? Your feedback is one of the most enjoyable parts of this project (and sometimes hearing other perspectives can help inform the decisions we have to make). - @admiralty-xfd, @fridaysat9, @monikafilefan, and @gaycrouton

#all eyes lead to the truth #the x files #fanfic #x files fanfic #fanfiction #x files #mulder #scully #msr #msr fanfic #season four #cancer arc #x #herrenvolk #home #teliko #unruhe #the field where i died #sanguinarium #musings of a cigarette smoking man #tunguska #terma #paper hearts #el mundo gira #leonard betts #never again #memento mori #kaddish #unrequited #tempus fugit

[atths--twice]

Not At Fault

After Paper Hearts, Mulder does not go home as Scully suggests. Instead, he goes where he needs to... her apartment.

Fictober day 9

Prompt: It's not your fault

Mulder in Paper Hearts just breaks my heart. He definitely needed to go to Scully's and not back to his apartment alone.

Mulder stood outside Scully’s apartment, everything feeling heavy- his arms at his sides, his legs that had brought him this far, and his heart. 

Especially his heart. 

She had told him to go home and get some sleep, but the thought of being alone, the nightmares waiting for him once he closed his eyes, had brought him to her place instead. 

But once he had arrived at her door, he found he could not bring himself to knock, suddenly feeling he should not have come. 

“Hey,” he heard her say. He turned his head, surprised to find her in the hallway. She had changed from her suit into a long sleeved top and pants. She smiled softly as she touched his back. “Do you want to come in?” 

He nodded, not trusting his voice. 

She opened the door and waited for him to walk in first. Once inside, she helped him take off his coat and then his suit jacket, laying both of them on a kitchen chair. 

“Do you want anything?” she asked and he shook his head. “You sure? Water or juice?” 

“No. I should’ve just gone home, but I…” 

“Sit down,” she said, motioning to the couch and he nodded as he walked over and sat down. “I made myself a cup of tea and left it to steep while I took out the trash. You take it and I’ll make myself another.” 

“No,” he said, looking back at her. “No, you don’t have to do that-”

“It’s just a cup of tea,” she said with the same soft smile. “It’s no bother.” 

“But I-” He stopped when she shook her head, signaling that there was no point in arguing- he was getting the tea whether he wanted it or not. “Thank you.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed and he turned his head back, staring at her empty fireplace. 

He heard her moving around the kitchen and then she was on his right side, smiling as she handed him a cup of tea. 

“Careful. It’s still a little hot.” She rubbed his shoulder before she walked back to the kitchen to make her own cup. 

Taking a sip, he sighed. He did not really like tea, not hot anyway, but he liked the way Scully made it. He had tried it at home, using the box he had bought for her to use when she was over, but it never tasted the same as when she made it for him. Something about it always felt calming to the soul, as cliche as he knew it sounded. 

She was back quicker than he thought she would be, her own cup steaming. She also brought over a plate of some shortbread looking cookies. Setting it down, she sat cross legged at the end of the couch, facing him with her cup in her hands. 

He took another sip, feeling her eyes on him. Sighing, he looked at her and shook his head. 

“I didn’t feel like going home.” 

“I understand,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Yeah.” 

They were quiet for a bit and then she leaned forward, setting her cup onto the coffee table. He looked at her as she clasped her hands together in her lap. 

“It’s not your fault,” she said softly and for a second he stopped breathing. 

“What isn’t?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. 

“Any of it. Your sister. Addie. Karen Ann. Not any of it is your fault.” 

“Maybe not the last two, but-”

“No, Mulder. None of it is your fault. However Samantha disappeared, however it truly happened, you are not to blame.” 

“I was there, Scully,” he said, looking down at the tea in his cup. “I let them take her.” 

“No,” she said, moving closer and taking his cup from him. “You were a child. Not much older than her. What were you supposed to do?” 

“Protect her,” he said, closing his eyes. “Keep her safe, Fox, that’s what he said.” 

“Who?” Scully whispered, placing a hand on his arm. 

“My father. Before they left for the evening. I was supposed to protect her and I…” He shook his head and drew in a sobbing breath. 

Scully’s arms were around him instantly, pulling him close to her, their positioning slightly awkward. He shifted, causing her to nearly fall into his lap as he cried. She murmured comforting words and stroked his hair until he had quieted. 

“It’s not your fault,” she repeated, her arms still around him. “I know you carry it, that you will always carry it, but it’s not your fault.” He felt her press her lips into his hair as he exhaled. 

Pulling back, he loosened his hold on her, allowing her to move, though she remained close. He wiped at his eyes and cheeks and she rose from the couch, coming back with a box of tissues and handing it to him. 

He took them and then excused himself to the bathroom. He paced in there for a bit, trying to hold back more tears. When he felt in control of them, he washed his hands and splashed water on his face. Drying off, he was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion. 

“I, uh… I should get going,” he said as he walked back into the living room. “Get that sleep you were talking about earlier.” He attempted to smile and failed. 

“You could stay here if you’d like,” she offered and he shook his head, his eyes downcast. “Mulder?” 

He looked up and she walked towards him, that same soft smile on her face. 

“Stay. Take my bed-” 

“Scully, no,” he said, shaking his head. 

“And I’ll stay out here,” she continued, as though he had not spoken. “I have some laundry and other things to do. You need to sleep, and I know how it feels to be alone, wishing that someone was around. It makes the act of sleeping harder sometimes. ”

“I can’t…  can’t take your bed.” 

“It’s not as if you haven’t slept there before,” she said, smiling at him. “Stay. Get some rest.”

He let out a deep breath and nodded once, knowing he would put it off if he was home alone. 

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” she whispered, running her hand down his arm as she walked past him. 

Ten minutes later, he was lying down, his exhaustion finally overtaking him. 

A shirt of his, along with a pair of his sweatpants that had made its way into her suitcase at some point, had been waiting on the bed when he came in from the bathroom and he had put them on gratefully. 

Lying under blankets that smelled like Scully, while hearing her moving around the apartment, the television playing at a quiet volume, he slept. 

And for the first time in days, he did not have any nightmares. 

#fictober23 #fictober 2023 #xffictober23 #the x files #xf fanfic #season 4 #Paper Hearts #Grief #sadness #light angst #pain #emotional hurt/comfort #caring

[corrodedseraphine]

paper hearts | one shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: You passed the first two years of high school looking at your friend with heart-shaped eyes. Unfortunately, moving out made the contact between you disappear. A few years later, returning to Hawkins you unexpectedly meet him again. Everything comes back with redoubled force, however, this time you have a plan. angst/fluff, friends to lovers

In this au Vecna didin't happen

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

7 852 words

I got slightly inspired while listening to the song Paper Hearts by The Vamps.

when it comes to the origami, the ring was looking like this, and hearts like this

eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

"This is our table, freak." One member of the Hawkins High basketball team said. "Don't you know that freshmen can't sit wherever they want? There are rules here!"

"I don't see this seat signed with anyone's name." The boy replied without looking at the bully.

"Not only is he a freak, he's also asking for a bruise." After a moment, the twice as big and definitely stronger basketball player threw his victim off the bench. The other took the tray with his lunch and threw it straight into the trashcan.

"Now you have no reason to be here. Get out of our way." he commented, and the younger boy wordlessly walked past them and left the cafeteria.

Assholes. You thought while watching the whole scene from across the room. Thinking not much, you quickly packed your lunch in a container and quickly followed him. You found him sitting on the floor under the English classroom. He was sitting leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, so you were able to get a better look at him. His curly hair reached his shoulders, which were covered by a black leather jacket. Underneath, he wore a T-shirt with the logo of some band you didn't associate. All this was complemented by black pants with holes at the knees. You guessed that his appearance was one of the reasons why people call him a freak, but you didn't care too much. Hearing you sit down next to him and digging into your backpack he opened his eyes and looked at you with an uncertain look.

"I saw what those idiots did with your lunch." You explained. "We can share. Do you like cheese?" you said, offering him one of your sandwiches.

"You don't have to do that." He replied looking away.

"But I want to." you replied. "I also have cookies, I baked them over the weekend with my aunt." you smiled.

He watched you carefully trying to read your intentions. From the very beginning of school, he was unable to fit in anywhere. Whenever he tried to make any kind of acquaintance he was met with a harsh attitude, so after a while he stopped trying anymore. After all, no one was interested in making friends with trailer trash, right? Why were you sitting next to him now offering him half of your food? Is this some kind of joke? Looking for an excuse to laugh at him?

"I swear it's not poisoned." you laughed. He was wondering if he could trust you. He quickly reached into his memory trying to remember if he had sometimes seen you somewhere in the company of popular kids who loved to make his life miserable. The first days of school can be difficult, and it's hard to remember every face you pass in the hallway. Without associating yours with them he decided that he can give you a chance and he will try to believe that you do not want to hurt him. After all, there are still people in this world who do good, selfless things. Maybe you were just one of them. He sent you another uncertain look and raised his hand slowly. Seeing this you slid your lunch box even closer indicating that he should finally take the bread. After the sandwich, you also handed him two cookies.

"They are delicious," he said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." you replied with a smile. "Can I sit here with you until the end of the break?"

"Uh- Sure." he replied surprised. He found it hard to believe that you wanted to keep him company. From the very beginning, everyone avoided showing up at his side, knowing that by doing so they could also become the target of bullies. An awkward silence fell between the two of you, so you took out a piece of paper from your backpack which you began to fold in different directions. Your new friend watched curiously as your fingers moved quickly and skillfully across the paper. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Oh, it's called origami. It often calms me down, or helps me at times when I have nothing to do with my hands," you explained without taking your eyes off your work.

"My name is Eddie. Eddie Munson." he changed the subject.

"Y/n Y/l/n." You introduced yourself by raising your eyes. "This is my first year, too."

"Nice."

Silence again. After about ten minutes your little creation was finished. You presented Eddie with a small paper ring which resembled a dragon.

"It looks great!" he commented.

"Thanks! I thought it would fit in with the rest. " you beamed looking at his hand covered with heavy, silver rings. "Keep it, it's yours. For luck."

"Thank you!"

It turned out that you shared a lot of classes with each other, where you decided to sit together. Over time you became good friends, but your relationship did not extend beyond the walls of Hawkins High. Eddie, in time, joined a club where they played some board game about dragons and magic, which he passionately told you about when you spent some of your breaks together. All of the homeworks, essays, project you did together, spending long hours in the school library. But during this time, you devoted the least of it to studying. At the very end of the library, hidden between the bookshelves, you created your own world, where hardly anyone else could find you. It was just the two of you and your conversations and quiet dreams of taking it to a higher level beyond the walls of the old school building.

For the next two years you always took a few more cookies with you. However, the cookies were not the only "more." Along with the time spent together came feelings that could not be called purely friendly. Sometimes you had the impression that he felt the same way. That's why it was especially painful for you to deal with the fact that at the beginning of your third year of high school you had to move to another city.

"I can't believe you got promoted to store manager after ONLY a year of working there!" Chrissy exclaimed as she entered the café. The warmth, the smell of coffee and fresh baked goods was a pleasant change from the freezing February air that had taken over all of Hawkins.

"Why can't anyone believe it? It's obvious! First of all, I am know music like no one else, secondly, I am amazing at this job, and thirdly, I am incredibly charming!" Eddie replied with a boyish smile on his lips.

"And to top it off, you're awfully humble," Chrissy rolled her eyes as she reached the counter.

"Welcome to the Sunflower café, how can I help you?"

"Y/n?" you froze. Letting the pen out of your hand you raised your head rapidly and your eyes met the big chocolate ones that looked as shocked as yours. They were as beautiful as you remembered them. A voice you hadn't heard in years, yet could recognize without hesitation echoed in your head. Is it a dream? you thought. Its owner looked slightly different now. His hair, much longer and a little bit more chaotic, his hands now decorated with an impressive number of tattoos. Suddenly a memory appeared in front of your eyes of him taking a pen in an extremely boring class and drawing on his hands, saying that someday they would be real there. He wasn't lying. While you thought it was funny then, now you had to admit that they looked very attractive on him. Very attractive.

"Eddie?" you choked out. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and your temperature suddenly rose by an unimaginable amount.

"Holy shit, it's really you!" he shouted, smiling broadly. The smile was still the same: wide, warm and infectious. Your reaction to it didn't change either, as your knees, as if remembering how to behave, bent immediately. Before you had time to respond in any way he excitedly circled the counter around and locked you in a bear hug. "I'm sorry, but I'm so happy to see you! We haven't seen each other in ages, oh my gosh, you don't even know how I've missed you!" he mumbled in the top of your head.

"I missed Eddie too. So much." you replied when you realized how to breathe again. After a while he let you go and went back to the opposite part of the counter where some girl was waiting for him, who after a moment significally cleared her throat.

"Yeah, right. Chissy, this is y/n an old friend of mine from the early days of high school. Y/n this is Chrissy." he introduced you. You shook hands. She had a lovely smile. A pretty, petite blonde at Eddie's side? Reluctantly, deep down you admitted that they make a really cute couple. You tried to chase away the gentle feeling of jealousy that was awakening in you. You had no right to be jealous. It was logical that after you moved out, time would not stop. Eddie moved on. Apparently, he had chosen a very good path. It wasn't his fault that all these years after you moved out you weren't able to forget about him. It wasn't his fault that every boy you dated had long, curly hair and listened to metal. Nor was it his fault that none of them were able to fill the void you felt after leaving Hawkins.

"How can I help you?" you finally asked.

When they ordered they stepped aside so as not to block space in the queue and you went about preparing the order. From time to time you glanced in their direction. It was stronger than you. The sight of Eddie caused excitement. You couldn't believe that you had him at your fingertips again. You thought he had run away from here after graduating from high school, just as he always wanted to, so coming back here you didn't expect to see him like this. He seemed to have managed to establish a life here. In addition to the excitement, there was also a small discomfort from the uncomfortable feeling when you saw them fiercely discussing something with Chrissy.

"Are you sure it was only a friend?" Chrissy asked when they had gone far enough away so that you couldn't hear what they were talking about.

"Yeah, why?"

"Would you act that way with any old high school friend?" she raised a brow.

"Okay, maybe she was my little crush, but the interest was one-sided, so I never crossed the line."

"She looks in your direction too often for it to be one-sided."

"Okay, Sherlock. You're exaggerating again, she's just in shock, we haven't seen each other for years and I've changed a bit since then. That's all."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

For the next few days, they showed up at the coffee shop almost every day, always at the same hour. They took coffees to go, or drank them inside. They were occasionally joined by other people, some of them you remembered from the school corridors. The biggest surprise for you was the company of Steve Harrington, who just a few years ago would sooner have died than sit at the same table with Eddie.

Valentine's Day morning and afternoon turned out to be a crazy day. Your aunt knew what she was doing when she opened a coffee shop combined with a bakery in Hawkins a few years ago. Crowds of people passing through the building, a ton of orders waiting to be picked up. You definitely weren't ready for such a busy time. After a few hours of running back and forth and cleaning up, as the sun slowly set behind the horizon and the inside was finally empty and quiet you could take a break.

Eddie was just leaving the store that was across the street when, through the large window of the café, he noticed you sitting alone at a table with your face hidden in your hands. Next to you was a washcloth and table cleaner. Slightly worried by this sight, he decided to make one more stop before heading home.

At the sound of the doorbell announcing the arrival of a customer, which you had heard a million times today, you felt like crying. You were exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted. You were heartily sick of seeing and hearing couples in love, because it reminded you of your own loneliness. All day your brain forced you to wonder how Eddie was spending Valentine's Day. Will he buy Chrissy flowers? Chocolates? Will he take her to the movies? All these options seemed pretty typical. Too normal and common for him. You knew that Eddie was special and liked to do special things. Maybe he will write her a song? Whatever he prepared for her you were sure was amazing. And now, you had the opportunity to ask him about these plans in person.

"Eddie? What are you doing here?"

"I thought a little coffee wouldn't hurt. As long as you're not closing already?"

"It's your lucky day. We're open an hour longer on Valentine's Day, in case someone remembers about a last-minute gift in the form of some baked goods." Despite your tiredness, you smiled.

"In that case, I'd like to order two coffees with milk and two pieces of cake, if you have any left." he laughed, pointing to an empty display case.

"I think I'll find something in the back." You said walking in that direction. When you returned you prepared the coffee, put everything on a tray and carried it to the table where he sat. "Here you go, one coffee and cake for you and another for your girlfriend," he said.

"My girlfriend?" he asked clearly surprised.

"Chrissy? I thought she was about to join you, that's why the second portion?"

"Chrissy? oh- no! She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend!"

"Oh." was all you could get out of yourself. "Sorry, you looked a bit like that."

"Don't worry." he laughed. "If it weren't for the decorations here I wouldn't even remember that it's Valentine's Day. No one has yet wanted to stay with me long enough to actually make it to it."

"I don't believe you." you replied. "I'm sure your Valentine will be running through the door in any minute." you crossed your arms on your chest.

"Actually, I was hoping you would join me." he said covering his mouth with his hair. "Judging by the lack of a crowd, I figured you'd find a moment for an old friend. Y'know to make up for a few lost years." he winked at you. Hearing that Eddie was single was one thing. But what he did now suddenly made the energy you'd been missing all day fill you up. In fact, you could run a whole marathon now. Embarrassed by how much you enjoyed it, you had to use a hundred percent of your strong willpower to keep from smiling as wide as you could. If you were going to get such a reward after every murderous day at work you were ready to do it every day.

"I'm all ears," you said, sitting down across from him.

You didn't have to encourage him to speak. That didn't change either, no matter what he talked about he always managed to charm the listener. He still played Dungeons and Dragons, but now he proudly announced to you that he could call himself a Dungeon Master and he was the one who organizes campaigns for his friends. Corroded Coffin continued to rock the stage at Hideout. From time to time, when they were lucky, they had the opportunity to play at other venues, but unfortunately adult life has caught up with each of them, causing them not to have as much time as they once did. He also told you about his job at a music store which was ten minutes away from the café, insisting that you must visit him there sometime, so he could recommend some great, as he called it, albums to you. He also suggested that if you have the will and time you can listen to them together. Chrissy worked at a beauty salon right next to the store and they had their lunch breaks at the same time, which explained their frequent visits here. The strangest story turned out to be how his path crossed with the former king of Hawkins High. It was all due to one of the Hellfire's member - Dustin, who introduced them to each other. Once a teenager got into quite a bit of trouble and they both had to rescue him from it, which resulted in a friendship. It turned out that now Steve is a completely different person, who does not resemble that asshole any longer. At the very end, he told how after you left, his enthusiasm for learning and going to school disappeared, causing him to have to repeat his senior year twice.

"Edward Munson are you trying to make me feel guilty for moving out?" you asked while pointing at him the spoon you were eating the cake with.

"Trying to force guilt in you for leaving me! Couldn't you have packed me in a suitcase? I was much thinner back then, I'm sure I would have fit in." he joked.

"I can already see the look on my mother's face at the sight of you jumping out of the suitcase, like in some magic show." you laughed. "Now you look much better by the way." you said feeling a little more confident.

"Are you just trying to tell me I'm handsome?" he asked putting his elbows on the table and leaning toward you.

"Maybe." you said feeling your face burn. Did you mention something about confidence? There was no trace of it anymore. You weren't able to describe how much of an influence your high school friend had on you, but he definitely knew how to trap you.

"I'm very flattered m'lady" He winked at you. "But enough about me! Now it's your time to shine."

Unlike Eddie, you didn't have much to talk about. Your last year of high school passed mostly with your nose in books because of the backlog you had, and you didn't want to stand out from the rest. Because of this, you didn't have time to go to parties or other social gatherings. You had a few friends, but none of these connections turned into real friendships. You were also on a few dates but everything always ended the same way. Right after graduation, you went to work because you couldn't afford going to college. You grabbed every job you could. Waitress, secretary, shop assistant, kitchen helper. Over those few years your resume grew impressively, however you never found something that made you happy. Only now in the café you felt that going to work was not a form of punishment. And how did you find yourself back in Hawkins? Unfortunately, your mother's sister became seriously ill, and as soon as you found out, you packed up your belongings, sold the house and returned here permanently to take care of her. Her and the café. The money you had from selling the house and the income from your aunt's business was enough to support the three of you and her treatment.

"I'm sorry to hear that, y/n".

"Don't be, the treatment is working, the prognosis is good, so we try not to worry too much. We are thinking good thoughts."

"That's good." he replied. "And you? What are your plans for Valentine's evening? Some dinner at an overpriced restaurant?" he asked, changing the subject.

"More like watching movies alone on the living room couch." you laughed.

"Oh!" he said dramatically. "So I don't have to worry that I'll be attacked by some jealous fiancé right after I leave here?"

"I don't know what your love life is like, but for my part you don't have to worry about that." you laughed.

"I'm so glad you're back. We must see each other more often. It's a must for me to introduce you to the others, would you like to see in person that Steve "The Hair" Harrington is actually a good dude?"

"Sure!"

"Great, I'll let you know where, when, what and how! And now, unfortunately, I have to go. Thank you for the nice time your highness." he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your palm.

"It was my pleasure, majesty knight." you replied playing along. In farewell Eddie hugged you tightly, this time, not being paralyzed by shock, you reciprocated the embrace. For a short while you stood cuddled up like that, when finally Eddie pulled away from you and left.

Despite the exhaustion that grew worse and worse the closer you got to the house, you went inside with a smile on your lips.

"I see someone had a good day at work," your aunt commented as you crossed the threshold of the living room.

"It was better than I expected." you said as you sat down on the couch next to her.

"I know Valentine's Day can be hard. It's one of the hardest days of the year."

"Fortunately, I was able to handle it."

"My brave girl."

"Aunt Alice?" you asked after a while.

"Yes, honey?"

"Do you know the boy in curly long hair with tattoos who comes with the blonde to the café?"

"Chrissy and Eddie? Of course I do. Faithful customers from the very beginning, wonderful kids! From what I hear Eddie is single." She poked you lightly with her shoulder.

You responded only with laughter, and then you both focused on the movie that was playing on the TV. Feeling your eyelids getting heavier you got up with the intention of going to your room to finally rest. Before doing so, though, you asked if she remembered the recipe for the cookies you used to bake together before you moved out, because you felt that putting them on the menu might turn out to be a success.

Like never, you couldn't wait for Monday. Charged with positive energy, you waited impatiently for none other than Eddie to show up at the door at the same time as always. Throughout the weekend, your thoughts kept returning to your accidental Valentine's Day coffee. You wanted to be able to call it a date however in this case you were not sure, which did not change the fact that you got a little more courage and decided to do something in this direction. It may not be a big step, but you always have to start somewhere.

"What smells so good?" Chrissy asked walking up to the counter.

"The newest addition to the menu!" you replied with a wide smile. "Cookies! Would you like to try one?"

"Sure! And two coffees with it." She replied.

"In place or takeaway?"

"In place." Eddie interjected.

When they took a seat at the table you excitedly began preparing the order. As you waited for the coffee to brew you grabbed a piece of paper and began to put it together. As you walked with their order to the table your heart thudded in your chest. It was so loud that you felt like the whole café could hear it. When you placed the plate with the cookie in front of Eddie, you saw emotions flowing across his face that you couldn't quite decipher.

"No way!" he exclaimed. "Are the new cookies on the menu the ones I'm thinking about?"

"Try it and you'll find out." you said, and he immediately took a bite.

"Oh my god." he moaned in delight. "I thought I would never get to taste them in my life again, I need more, I'm begging you." Seeing and hearing his response made you beam even more. With joy you quickly ran to get two more cookies, when you returned Eddie looked as excited as a child waiting for a Christmas gift.

"Eddie is right, y/n, these cookies are delicious!" Chrissy commented. "But I'd love to know what their story is."

You were already about to reply when one of the bakers called you over to help. You apologized to them, leaving the story to Eddie, who was very eager to clue his friend in to it.

"Hey, what's this?" she asked, looking at the plate on which his cup of coffee stood. Between her fingers she grabbed a small paper heart.

"I don't know where it came from." Eddie shrugged his shoulders while biting into another cookie.

"Strange." she muttered, looking at her finding.

"Are you jealous that this little thing was on the freak's plate and not the princess' of Hawkins High?" he asked with a teasing tone.

"Shut up, dingus." she said rolling her eyes.

"Oh no, Robin's influence on you is definitely too much, you're already starting to talk like her!"

Before leaving, they stopped at the counter. Asking what else you could serve, Eddie, of course, asked for cookies to go.

"How many to pack?" you asked, feeling immense satisfaction and joy that your idea was a success.

"All of them." he replied smiling widely.

"Eddie you can't buy out all the cookies!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Watch me, Cunningham."

From that moment on, each time, strangely enough, there was always a small paper heart next to Eddie's order. At first he thought it was a mistake or a mere coincidence, but over time he knew it happened too often to be a coincidence. Even at first, when he claimed it was a mistake he didn't throw them away. He took them with him and kept them in his van, but when there were more and more of these, he decided that he would find a new place for them. He found a large jar at home, where he put them all in and placed it on the desk in his room. As the hearts filled the jar halfway, he wondered who they might be from. He sat staring at them as if the answer was about to magically appear but nothing like that happened. Analyzing the last few months and the behavior of all the people he had interacted with, he remembered how at first you had assumed in advance that he and Chrissy were a couple. You looked a bit like that, you said. Is it possible that Chrissy asked you to chuck them over? Actually, she has been acting rather strangely lately, but he didn't notice any particular signs that it was her. He always thought their relationship was platonic with a capital P, just like that of Robin and Steve. She was like a younger sister to him and he definitely didn't want to change that. He couldn't change it. On an impulse, he quickly grabbed the phone and dialed her number.

"Hello?" she said on the other side of the receiver.

"We need to talk." he said nervously.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Chrissy you know I love you...but like a sister. And even if I wanted to I couldn't do otherwise. I know what I'm saying now is painful, and I'm sorry, but friendship is the only thing I can offer you."

"Eddie, are you high?" she asked surprised by this precocious confession.

"No, why?"

"You call me in the middle of the night and say some fucked up things." she laughed. "Are you sure you didn't get the wrong number?"

"Aren't those paper hearts from you?" he asked confused.

"Of course not! Jesus, what made you think that anyway?"

"Oh my god what a relief," he breathed deeply. "I've noticed you've been acting a little strange lately so I thought, that maybe, it was the reason."

"I may indeed have someone in mind, but it's definitely not you!"

"And now I am interested... Who is it? Who is better than me?" he joked. There was silence on the other side of the phone. "Chrissy? You there?"

"It's Robin." she said finally.

"I knew it! I knew that the fact that you both suddenly couldn't meet me and Harrington on Valentine's Day for a movie marathon was no coincidence!"

"Fine! But it's not me we're talking about here now! It seems that you, Edward Munson, have a secret admirer."

"What's wrong with you dude? You look like a beaten puppy." Steve asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Eddie invited a girl to our board game night, but she couldn't come." Chrissy explained.

"What girl?" a curious Harrington pulled the subject.

"y/n, she works at the Sunflower café."

"Oh, she's cute." Eddie at that moment sent his friend a murderous look, Steve only raised his hands in a gesture of withdrawal. At the very thought that you might end up on Harrington's dating list made him sick. He didn't want you to be one of those girls who would end up with a broken heart. Or maybe he was actually afraid that you would prefer Steve and not him? Eddie saw you as an wonderful person, so he knew that even a playboy like King Harrington could easily fall in love in you and be spoons about you.

The evening didn't go the way it always did. Eddie, who was always the loudest during them, sat isolated from the whole world. Locked in his own universe he analyzed your conversation on Friday. Every move you made, every word that came out of your mouth. You had no reason to lie to him. In truth, you looked disappointed when you said that this weekend your aunt was having her medication increased and you might be needed at home in case something happened. Unfortunately, his insecurities resurfaced recalling how people every now and then had a sick aunt they suddenly had to take care of just when he proposed to meet. But after all, you were never like them. You were his friend. At least that's what he hoped.

"What if she could and didn't want to?" he asked after thinking for a while.

"Her aunt is ill, Edward. Not everything has to be a conspiracy against you, I'm sure she would be here if she could." Chrissy said in an exasperated tone and rolled her eyes.

"You are such a drama queen." Robin added. "What's that?" she changed the subject by grabbing the jar on his desk.

"Oh, we forgot to tell you that Eddie has a secret admirer!"

"No way! Show me!" shouted Steve breaking off on his feet. Munson, however, was faster and snatched the jar from Robin's hands. All three looked at each other with communicative eyes. It occurred to them that today was definitely not the time for jokes. They knew that this was one of the moments when Eddie's insecurities took over and prevented him from seeing a single ray of sunshine from behind the dark clouds.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound mean." began Steve.

"Yeah, me too." Robin added. Eddie sat on the floor leaning against the bed and held a jar in his hands. What if it was all a joke? What if someone decided to make fun of the local weirdo once again? It hurt him even more to think that, after all, you might be part of this prank too.

"They are so cute." said Chrissy pulling one heart out of the jar, leaning her head against Robin's shoulder.

"Do you want one?" she asked smiling broadly. "If I unfold them step by step I'm sure I can recreate every bend." She sent Eddie a questioning look, asking permission to destroy one of the hearts.

"Whatever." He just sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

Robin began slowly unfolding the paper when an inscription was paper appeared to her eyes. Surprised, she handed it to Steve, who sent her a puzzled look. "Was paper? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he commented. Confused, Eddie turned his gaze in their direction, seeing Steve holding a piece of paper with a note on it.

"This must be some kind of message, a clue!" exclaimed an excited Chrissy. "There must be more of these!"

"Eddie, I'm afraid we have to destroy them all." said Robin trying to hide the smile forming on her face. She knew they meant a lot to her friend, but she had a feeling that unfolding them all might be worth it. Munson, intrigued by his find, momentarily forgot his sadness and spilled the filling of the jar onto the mattress. Everyone immediately got down to unrolling. Some of the hearts were empty, and some had short messages written on them like the first one. After brainstorming, they managed to decipher the message.

if my heart was paper, I'd fold it

throw it to the wind and just hope it

ends up with you

"Oh my God, now for real, we have to find out who it is,"

"What if this is all one big joke?" asked Eddie.

"Anyway, we have to find this person. Either Eddie will find the love of his life, or we'll have a body to bury." commented Robin determined to act.

From that point on, every time, all four of them, no matter when they showed up at the café watched you closely. From time to time, they managed to spot you snatching a piece of paper from your notebook and starting to fold it in between brewing coffee. A few times they managed to catch you putting hearts on a plate right next to Eddie's coffee cup. Robin and Chrissy got so involved that they were visiting the café on their own and observing if hearts were also appearing with other customers' orders, but it wasn't happening.

"What are you doing there?" when one day Robin noticed that you were starting to fold a piece of paper she couldn't stand it and quickly ran to the counter. Panicked, you dropped the half-folded piece of paper to the floor feeling yourself start to blush.

"Uh- nothing!" you said in a strangely high-pitched tone. "W-would you like anything?" you asked stammeringly.

"More cookies." she said looking at you with suspicious eyes. This was the only day when Eddie didn't get a small addition to his order.

The next intrigue was to start sending Steve to order and receive the orders for several days in a row. The plan was simple, during this Harrington would turn on his charm and throw it straight at you to see if, in time, hearts would start showing up next to his orders too. This plan was especially hated by Eddie. Every time he saw Steve flirting with you and showering you with tons of compliments his heart burst with jealousy. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he would love to be in his shoes right now. Seeing your shy smiles when he was doing this, he wished that every one of those smiles was directed at him instead of his friend. Through it all he was forgetting about the whole affair related to the secret admirer, at that moment he didn't even care who it was, he was getting to the fact that if you weren't that person, he didn't want to know who it was. No matter how hard Harrington tried you seemed uninterested in his advances. Nor did his orders begin to receive a charming addition.

During the next meeting at Eddie's, Robin lay on the bed having the message cards spread out in front of her trying to associate the handwriting somehow, but nothing came to mind. "We should make a list of suspects." she finally said. "Think about who it could be and write it down. Babe, give me a piece of paper and a pen." After a phone conversation with Eddie, during which he suspected that Chrissy was behind everything, the two girls finally admitted that they had definitely been something more than friends for a long time.

"Eddie where do you keep your pens?" asked Chrissy looking around the room.

"Somewhere in the cabinet under the desk."

The cabinet was a chaos, you could find literally anything in there. Somewhere between guitar picks and lighters, Chrissy found some half-written, opened pen, but something else caught her attention.

"Who's this cute little guy?" she asked, pulling out a dragon-ring made of paper.

"Y/n made it the same day she shared the cookies with me," Eddie explained.

"Y/n. She made it for you?" Steve asked walking up to Chrissy wanting to get a closer look at the ring.

"Yeah, so hard to believe?" Eddie asked ironically.

"Dude." said Steve with a serious expression on his face. "She made it. Out of paper. For you. Out of paper, completely in the same way as those hearts!"

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Chrissy.

"Dingus is right!" Robin added.

"Nope, not true." Eddie denied, trying to suppress the hope that was beginning to rise in him. "She never looked at me as anything other than a friend, and it's probably the same now."

"Connect the dots Eddie! Coincidentally, on the same day they put the cookies, she gave you that day, on the menu you found a heart on the plate. So many times we've seen her fold them and place them with your orders."

"She may be doing it on behalf of someone else." he replied.

"Okay, I have an idea! Every time we place an order she writes everything down in a notebook, we need to somehow get it and compare the handwriting." Steve suggested.

"And how are you going to steal it from under her nose?" Robin asked.

"I have no idea."

"So I have a better idea."

"Where did you lose the fourth musketeer?" you asked the next day when Eddie, Robin and Steve stood in front of the counter.

"Chrissy is coming later. Actually, we're a little early. It's her birthday today and we wanted to ask if you feel like signing her birthday card?" said Robin slipping you a card. With a smile, you took it from her and wrote short wishes without sensing any trickery. When they sat down at the table everyone stared at your handwriting trying to remember what it looked like on the notes.

"I'm 98% sure it's identical," Steve said. Despite their assurances, Eddie still wasn't convinced. In the meantime, Chrissy came into the café, ordered a coffee and sat down at a table with them. The others showed her a card, which started a fierce discussion, which was interrupted by your arrival at the table. You gave everyone coffee, and additionally placed a cupcake with a candle next to Chrissy.

"Happy birthday!" you said, smiling cheerfully. "On the house."

"Oh thank you!" she said nervously not expecting it. "Why don't you join us?" she offered feeling remorseful.

"I'd love to, but I can't, I have to help out in the kitchen today."

"And what are you doing on the weekend?" asked Steve. "We're going to celebrate Chrissy's birthday at Eddie's, why don't you come over?"

"I'd love to!" you replied, and at the same time one of your co-workers called out to you. You sent them an apologetic look. "We'll talk about the details later, okay?"

"Sure!"

"What the hell man?" Eddie hissed.

"Chill out! If it turns out it's her, I've just arranged a meeting with her for you. You should be grateful!" Steve started to defend himself.

"I feel awful that we're lying to her. She brought me a cupcake! With a candle! I'm about to cry." The blonde hid her face in her hands, and Robin gently stroked her back.

In the evening, they all met in the trailer to add the last missing piece to the investigation. Eddie's heart froze when it turned out that the handwriting from the secret message was the same as the one on Chrissy's birthday card.

"Do you need more evidence, disbeliever?" asked Robin.

"N-no." he said quietly, trying to deal somehow with the storm of emotions he was feeling.

"I don't want to spoil the moment, but we have another problem." interjected Steve. "We now have to throw a fake birthday party for Chrissy."

You arrived at the trailer park moments earlier. In your hands you held a small cake that you had baked, and on the bend from your elbow hung a gift bag. You arrived at the trailer, which, according to their description, belonged to Eddie. When you knocked the first time the silence was the only answer. When you knocked a second time, no one opened either. You were slowly beginning to think you had mixed up the trailers, when finally after the third time the door was opened for you by Robin.

"y/n! Come in." she said, greeting you. "Steve and Eddie went to buy a few more things."

"Hi! Thanks again for the invitation." You entered looking around the trailer. There were a few balloons strewn across the floor, snacks and bottles of drink stood on the kitchen counter. On the walls, under a cover of colorful streamers, was a large collection of hats and mugs. You remembered Eddie telling you in high school that his Uncle always brought them back as souvenirs from new places he had been. The collection has probably grown significantly since then.

"Baby, why don't we somehow use our time together until Eddie and Steve get back from shopping?" the playful voice of Chrissy, who emerged from a room at the end of the trailer, reached you. "Ah!" she croaked upon seeing you standing in the living room. "y/n! you're early!"

"I am sorry." you said seeing how awkward she felt that you heard her proposal to Robin.

"Happy birthday! I baked a cake, I hope you like strawberries." you said, wanting to quickly change the subject.

"You baked me a cake?" she asked with the face of a sad puppy.

"I went to work a little early today to have time to deal with everything."

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed in a voice close to tears.

"D-did I do someting wrong?" you asked shocked.

"No, you did everything like the best!" she replied.

"Chrissy calm down, please."

"She baked me a cake Robin! She bought a gift! I can't handle it!" the younger girl began to panic.

"If you want to be left alone, I can leave." you said retreating to the door, which opened at the same time.

"The three of us. Out." Robin said, pointing a finger at herself, Chrissy and Steve. "You explain everything to her before Chrissy explodes." She added pointing to Eddie, with whom after a moment you were alone. He stood motionless staring at you nervously pressing his lips into a thin line.

"You know that standing still won't make you invisible right?" he only nodded in response. The next two minutes passed in complete silence.

"Sit down." He said pointing to the couch. "Before I say anything, I want you to know that I'll understand if you don't want to stay in touch with me anymore after this."

"Wha- Eddie, why?"

"Just- wait here, okay?" he asked and disappeared into the room Chrissy had left earlier. After a while, he returned holding a whole stack of crumpled pieces of paper in his hands, which you immediately recognized. Your heart beat faster. Of course, starting the whole plan you were aware that there was a possibility that you would eventually be exposed. Of course you thought about this moment every day, but now that it was happening at this exact moment you didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry!" you shouted panicked. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't, I don't know what I was thinking! Actually I do know- It's just- Oh my God- I've always liked you!" you started rambling. "Even in high school, and then- Then I moved away, but I still couldn't forget about you, then I came back to Hawkins and saw you in the café and it all came back! Everything!" you got up from the couch and started nervously walking around the room in circles. "And when you came on Valentine's Day? And you wanted me to drink coffee with you? I know you treated all that in a friendly way, but I couldn't, especially when you said you were single! When I got home after that evening I came up with this stupid plan, wanting to do something to not lose you again! Jesus- you probably think I'm an crazy idiot now, is that why you mentioned not staying in touch? Don't you want to know me anymore? I'm so-"

Before you could finish Eddie with a quick step was next to you. Second later his lips were on yours stopping your waterfall of words. When the shock wore off and you realized what was happening you threw your arms around his neck reciprocating the kiss, which didn't last too long because unintentionally a wide smile appeared on your face, which you were unable to stop.

"I had to do something to make you shut up." he whispered while stroking your cheek.

"If this is the way you have to shut me up I will become the most talkative person in the world." you replied.

"You don't even know how much I wanted it to be you." He rested his forehead against yours. Without answering you kissed him again. This time it was he who couldn't control his smile. "Since you don't hate me, can you fix the hearts? I miss them a little."

"I can make you new ones."

"How about fixing and making new ones?"

"Whatever you want."

"Guys are you alive?" Robin asked. "You guys are awfully quiet, not that we were eavesdropping..."

Before opening the door, the metalhead placed another sweet kiss on your lips and let the rest inside. Together they told you step by step how they came to all this. Steve felt extremely offended when you said that his charm completely didn't work on you, but Eddie accepted it with great relief.

"Do you want to tell me that I got up two hours early today to prepare a cake for a birthday that doesn't exist?" you asked with a serious face.

"We are so sorry! I told them that lying to you was a bad idea, but Steve's plan B was to steal the notebook you write your orders in!" explained Chrissy while hiding behind Robin. You burst out laughing unable to pretend to be angry with them any longer.

"You better keep telling me all evening that this is the best cake you've ever eaten in your life!" you said.

"Of course it's sweetheart, because it was made by the greatest girl in the whole world." said Eddie putting his arm around you. Sweetheart. You happily admitted that you would be glad to get used to such a name. 

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[sealsapocalypticmusic]

Tomorrow/later today brings good news for people who like The Silt Verses and 8 minute long narrative folk songs

#seal's apocalyptic rambles #tsv #sealapocalyptic says music related words #could I have cut it down? maybe. will I? No! #I have in my heart like a. fanfic academic paper about the folk music tradition of the followers of the trawlerman #maybe i'll write it someday #because I've spent a lot of time thinking about my tsv songs #and the recurring phrases/interconnectedness and how that its probably reflective #of the natural evolution of folk songs and you could connect them together #return to the river is explicitly. to me. an evangelism song that is new and drawing on those old tradtions #and yet recontextualizing them in a way that makes them fundementally more #idk palatable outside the context of people already in the faith yk? #anyway it's the fabled promised bride song I've been talking about #for a million years at this point

[floorpancakes]

doumeki sleeps with the world's most peaceful expression like he's sleepmaxxxing and that's because it takes a lot of energy to be such a menace

#i know in my heart that this is true #xxxholic #for a 6 or 7 foot man he has impeccable hamster asleep in ball formation in 9 inches of shredded paper energy #how to exploit this gapmoe for fanfic... i will think about it

[cloverque]

paper heart (prosciutto)

masterlist, ch 2: the wolf and its flower

the aftermath of the party still bothers you until this day. nevertheless, with only one day left before take off, you decide to get your head in the game. but who would you meet in the streets of naples today...?

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The sun's shining a little brighter than usual today, you thought. From the cracks between your fingers, you gazed at the sky. In your grasp was a lacy parasol, which you promptly opened up and held overhead. A pair of children kicked a ball past you and ran into the alley you stepped out from.

The weather forecast stated that today would be a sunny day with no clouds in sight. They were right for the most part; but there was no way this summer heat was just thirty degrees celsius.

As you strolled down the streets of Naples, you thought about the gala– a numbing memory that burned itself in the corners of your mind. You stopped at a pedestrian crossing, staring pointedly at the traffic light. Glaring red flashed languidly.

Giorno and you had not spoken since that day. Shortly after meeting his fiancé, you slipped away using your stand. Knowing Giogio, he was sure to notice something was amiss, especially when you missed this week's tea party. But he never reached out once.

I wonder if he even cares.

Stunned by the intrusive thought, you shook your head to dispel it. Today was the last day before your mission. This was not the right time to brood over a man– you knew better than that. Relationships and familial ties were the leading cause of failure in missions. You were certain not to disappoint.

Red switched to green and you began crossing the road. As you gripped your parasol, you stared ahead.

But when I return, I'll tell him how I feel. That's fine... right?

. . .

Today's goal was to rendezvous with your coworkers. For years, you have received job details directly from your capo, Signora Lucia. This time, you were instructed to contact a man named Murolo: a member of Passione's information analysis team. He was to brief you on the intricate details of the mission– and like it or not– this likely meant he knew of your position in Passione. Few knew of your identity, and you disliked the idea of another person on the list, but it was a small price to pay.

You continued strolling the streets when you passed by an alleyway. A faint mew alerted you and you perked up. Peering from the shadows was a tiny creature, its tiny tail twitching and ears raised. In its hairless glory, a young Sphynx cat beckoned you closer.

Squatting down, you put your hands on your lap. You cooed and smiled tenderly at it.

The kitten's ears shifted independently before padding over to you. It met your outstretched hand halfway and rubbed its head against your fingers. You gushed in awe and began petting it.

Your smile faltered when you sensed an ominous presence behind you. Instinctively, you dropped low and spun, kicking your leg out to knock them over. Bullseye; you landed a perfect blow and they fell over.

"Mew!" The kitten fled into the safety of the shadows as you righted yourself to full height, towering over the stranger laying on the floor.

It was a man in a trench coat. A hat and a pair of sunglasses laid a few feet away from him, its lenses shattered and fragments dispersed randomly on the concrete.

"Oh... geez," A groan rumbled from his throat. The man lifted his head, "I didn't know Italians welcomed foreigners with violence."

You met his eyes, "I think anyone with some sense would know that it's rude to sneak up on people," You refuted.

The man sighed as he combed his fingers through his hair. His other hand flapped at you weakly in a 'whatever'.

The stranger was quite the looker, with dark layered hair that curled around his nape. From the shadows of his lengthy, disheveled fringe, there laid a deep scar that ran vertically down his lip to his chin. Contrasting with his Eastern features, he owned a pair of emerald green eyes. Huh, those eyes. They looked an awful lot like a certain mafia boss in mind.

"No offence, but you look like a mobster, signore."

The man hauled himself onto his feet, rubbing his behind. "First you knock me over and now you insult my style? Consider me charmed."

He scooped up his hat and slapped it onto his head. When he gathered his broken shades- or what was left of it- another groan left him.

You cringed at the lenses-less frame in his hands. "I'm sorry... Would you like me to replace those?"

"They're a vintage piece from an auction I scored in London. There's no way you'd be able to afford it," he muttered. He chucked it into a trash bin and dusted his hands.

Well that was haughty... It certainly does look quite pricey. But when you play a stupid game, you get a stupid price.

He began gathering the goods– or what was left of it– into his paper bag. Fallen produce littered the alleyway, tomatoes squashed and bottles of herbs shattered. As he stuffed a can of cat food into his paper bag, he raised a brow.

"You know what? There is something you can do to make up for it."

You gazed at him questioningly.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The jar in your hands was twenty euros. A singular jar of organic gherkins. Out of anything in this world it just had to be pickled cucumbers. And unreasonably, 'high quality all-natural' gherkins, to boot.

Your head swiveled to the ravenette, "This is ridiculous."

"What are you on about?" He scoffed when he snatched it from your grasp. "I know my worth."

You stared in disdain as he carted it. To make up for it, this stranger made you tag along to replace his groceries. All that was broken and ruined had to be replaced by you. At first you weren't too miffed about it until you saw the sign outside the store.

Penny's Organics. That second word was enough to send you running to the hills. Nevertheless, you were a woman of your word, so here you were.

You checked your watch; half an hour left. The meeting would start soon and you had better hurry. However, the man beside you (who was pondering over Italian herbs) prevented you from scurrying off.

"You must be seriously loaded to afford eating like this," You muttered as you walked beside him, holding the other handle of the basket. Down the aisle, he selected a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Another eighty euros. He placed it atop a pile of similarly overpriced goods in the cart.

"I'm just paying attention to my health. The garbage most people put into their bodies is astounding. Believe it or not, this is the way to live better, with better food."

"But this is a luxury," you said as the both of you beelined for the cashier. "Realistically most people can't afford to pay this much for groceries. You're privileged, signore."

You lifted the basket onto the conveyor belt. The clerk in charge began scanning the goods.

"That'll be three hundred and sixty three euros," The lady glanced expectantly at the two of you. She tilted the scanner in hand. "Cash or card?"

You side eyed the stranger and he stared back. Reluctantly, you pulled out your purse and took out your card. You sighed and handed her the little silver rectangle.

"Card, please."

What happened next was a blur. When you blinked, you found yourself sitting in a little coffee shop. The same shop that you were told to meet Murolo and Prosciutto. And for some reason, the foreigner was seated on the other side of the table. A set of matching parfaits were on the table. Yours remained untouched, spoon sunken in a pool of whipped cream.

Uh... This is the part where we go our separate ways... Right?

Almost as if he had telepathy, he responded, "Why do you look so confused? This is my thank you."

Your eye twitched, "What for? For putting a dent in my bank account?"

"If you'd like to put it that way," The ravenette chuckled. He scraped the bottom of the glass before checking his watch. You blinked once and a wad of cash was now sat on the table.

"What's this for?" You pointed at the money.

"Ah, leave some here as a tip for the staff. You can keep the rest," He replied as he adjusted his hat and got up. Your confused expression prompted him further, "I was just kidding when I asked you to pay for my groceries. That would be dishonoring my family name."

"Ah, your name– I don't know your name," You stammered, your eyes dashing from the cash to him.

The foreigner froze and held his chin in thought. Then his eyes crinkled as he smiled from ear to ear, "Let's just hope we never meet again, lady," He laughed. Then he walked out the door and left.

You sat in the cafe, alone, an uneaten parfait still waiting for you. In the afternoon heat, cream dribbled down the sides of the glass.

Not too long after, the first person showed up. A lithe man with a Borsellino hat approached you cautiously, a brown leather laptop bag in his hands.

"(l/n), is it?" The man enquired, his voice low in secrecy, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"Murolo, I presume," You exchanged a handshake. "Please, call me (y/n). I'm assuming you already know who I am, so there's no need for any false airs."

He nodded. His eyes were a cunning slant, reminding you of the visage of a shifty fox.

"Indeed, I know everybody in this organisation. In fact, I'm well acquainted with your capo and your team," Murolo smirked, "But I digress. Let's begin, shall we?"

The two of you sat down and he produced a laptop. He slid it towards you, gesturing to open it, so you did. The screen had only one folder present, which you clicked open. A document popped up instantly.

"This mission involves a Chinese diplomat. His name is Luo Langfei–" Murolo said as you scrolled down the word document. A character study had been prepared, and the photo attached showed a middle-aged man sitting on a couch, "–He's a member of a triad in the motherland, a sly fella who pulls strings behind the scenes in the drug trade."

"I can see where this is headed but how exactly does this involve Passione?"

Murolo hesitated. "Lately, we caught wind of suspicious activities between his group and ours."

You reclined in your seat, "You mean some of our men have had dealings with Langfei?"

"Correct," The man pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket. He set it on the table and opened it. A thin vial was before you. Inside it was a red flower with few petals. Most of them had decayed and shriveled, resting at the bottom.

"I'm sure you know Panacotta Fugo. Giogio sent him to investigate these rumours. He found a number of these vials among our men. They refused to spill the beans about its whereabouts, except for one guy. But at the mention of Langfei..." His brows furrowed and he lowered his voice.

"Fugo said that it was a horrifying death. Out of nowhere, hundreds of roots burst out from the man's guts. A long stem sprouted out of his mouth shortly and he suffocated. A red flower bloomed as the man's muscles began atrophying rapidly. He was pronounced dead on the spot."

A long moment of silence followed. Something heavy hung in the air, something akin to horror and discomfort. A lump sat in your throat, and you swallowed hard. Was it wrong for you to say that you were glad it wasn't you who witnessed that?

You held your chin. Could that also be why Fugo insisted on escorting you during the gala? Had you known what he saw, you probably would have cut the poor guy some slack. Feeling a tinge of guilt, you closed your eyes.

"That's a horrible way to go... even for a traitor. So Giorno thinks this flower has something to do with it?"

"You hit the nail on the head. This flower here is the same as the one that killed the man. And–" The man in the hat leaned forward. He gazed around before continuing, "–A week ago, the men who attacked the gala carried this flower. We don't know yet of its purpose, but Giogio thinks all of this circles back to Langfei."

You rubbed your chin, thoughtfully. "And so this is where I come in, right? My partner and I will investigate this diplomat. And if it turns out he's the one responsible..."

"I believe that's what I'm here for. His blood will be on my hands."

Standing beside you was none other than a certain blonde from the gala. Your partner and an infamous mobster from the Assassination Team. A wine-purple suit was draped over his shoulders. His hair was styled the same during the gala, pushed back and secured in tiny little notches along his head.

In the bright daylight, you could see the lines under his eyes, a declaration of his age. His blue eyes fell on you, and they widened slightly.

"Hm, I didn't expect to meet you again, signora," A corner of his lips tilted up in a faint smirk, "This must be what people call fate, huh?"

Your lips twitched in a grin, "Perhaps you're right."

Murolo checked his watch. The blonde sat beside you, listening to the informant's brief rerun of the information. As Prosciutto was brought to speed, you began to zone out. Unfortunately, your daydreams ended and you were slapped back to reality by Prosciutto's questioning tone.

"Huh? We're gonna go that far for this mission?" From the slack of his jaw, it seemed he was caught off guard.

You side-eyed him, what's got his panties in a twist? You raised a brow questioningly at the informant across you. The little man with a hat carried an amused expression on his face.

"Did the boss not tell you? For this assignment, the two of you will be playing husband and wife. And you're going on a little trip around the world."

✸

Murolo left the cafe first. Prosciutto and you followed after some time had passed. You silently walked together, down the quiet streets of Naples as dusk painted it in its hues. Your parasol hung from your arm as you drowned in your thoughts.

Tomorrow marked the beginning of the mission. What surprised you was how hastily it was planned. Giorno was sure to receive a nagging from you when you returned, how could he not consult you on the fact that this mission would precariously hinge on your acting skills? Would it even work out? Could you really pull it off?

"I didn't think the boss would want us to go this far," You gazed at the man who broke the silence. A cigarette bud rested between his lips. "I've never done something like this before."

"Same here. The most complicated work I've done was..." You held your tongue, "Well I've never had to play hanky panky with a coworker before."

"'Hanky panky?' We don't have to go that far," He frowned, seemingly displeased with the joke. "Besides, if they wanted a flirtatious man, they should've chosen Melone... Wait, that sounds like a recipe for disaster."

He began murmuring to himself. It seemed like he was putting in a lot of thought into this too. The blonde seemed like a precautious individual. He must be capable, if they selected him among his peers. Maybe the two of you could pull this off.

Taking a few steps forward, you stopped in front of him and gazed up at him. The two of you stood beside a brick-wall building.

"Well, if we're going to pretend to be married, we'd better start practising," You smiled. And I know just how we can do that."

Confusion shone in his eyes as you smiled cheekily. You hooked an arm around his and began pulling him along. He stumbled a little and the bud in his mouth fell onto the floor. As you dragged him down the streets, chattering with ideas, an onlooker in one of the building's units watched from their balcony.

The owner of a pair of emerald green eyes watched curiously, a sphynx cat on their lap. Besides a vase of bright red flowers, a can of cat food sat on a table in the balcony. Deft fingers scratched the creature's wrinkles, eliciting a contented purr.

"I see," He muttered, his eyes following the pair in the street. "This will be interesting."

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You Can Close Your Eyes, It's All Right

Author: @baronessblixen​ For: DiegoJoani Scully has a change of heart and decides she doesn't want to leave Mulder alone after the events in "Paper Hearts". Ao3 Link

#XF1in5Billion2023 14/33

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

For the Fanfic Writer Asks, hwo about number 17?

17) Do you have any wips that you can tell us about? What are you most excited for in your wip?

hiiii thanks so much for the ask from this post!!! @almosttinycowboy

i am currently working on a four chapter fic where this is the first part. it got surprisingly much positive feedback (def more than expected) so that's why i decided to continue it *~* (thank uuuuuu!) it's called

Human Urges

first pt also on ao3. second in the making ;)

it will include lots of pining, especially from john (his view but not first person). though sherlock is just as desperate, but we (*cough* john *cough*) "don't know that". the reason why i am so excited about it is because it's been a while since i worked on an actual longer fic and because it's inspired by my own feelings (yes yes i am a desperate little fuck don't judge me).

haha i'd be happy to see you over there *winks badly*

tags under the cut (cuz i can lol) - please send more asks i am happy to answer them! 💚

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[kalolasfantasyworld]

There's no chapter this week, but I wanted to post a little something. Here you have a drawing of Helena I did back in September, but I just never got around to posting it.

I was discovering my art style back then and tried a bit more realistic one connected to some pop art.

I finally decided to do her character profile ;)

It includes some Paper Hearts spoilers, because you find out all of this through out the fic (if you are caught up with chapter 23, you're perfectly fine). This is her background before the plot of Paper Hearts.

Helena's profile

Basic Information:

Name: Princess Helena Drazel

Age: 25

Birthday: November 18

Sign: Scorpio

Blood Type: AB

Love Interest: Nozel Silva (this happens through Paper Hearts...)

Birthplace: Diamond Kingdom's capital

Current Location: Clover Kingdom's capital

Affinity: Paper magic

Appearance:

Height: 167 cm

Eyes: Dark brown

Hair: Chocolate brown, wavy and usually let loose. For formal events she tends to put it up in a bun, or other fancy hairstyle. She ties in a low braid for practice.

Clothing: Helena loves simple and sophisticated clothing. She usually wears longs dresses, appropriate for her Royal status. Classical Drazel household dress i a maxi empire style one, with a low neckline and bare shoulders. It has a brown belt going below the bust. However when Helena spends her evenings in the library she likes to put on soft pants and blouses. For practice she wears a red shirt, with dark leather pants and black boots. Additionally while working as a healer she wears hospital clothes, a white blazer with blue trimmings and white pair of pants.

Personality:

Helena is a cheerful and charming person, very much a dreamer. She loves to make silly jokes, fool around and tease, when she feels comfortable. She is outspoken and knows how to behave in social situations, due to long years of court etiquette lessons. Helena is very curious and a bit nosy, which sometimes can be bothering. However it usually comes form her deep sense of caring for others, another reason for why she became a healer. She likes to gossip and know what's going on. She is stubborn, quite feisty and not afraid to speak her mind, or bite back. Sometimes she can go overboard and is not able to control her sharp tounge, ending up hurting people in the process. She is also known for her low patience and tends to take things personally. Helena is still a princess and can act spoiled from time to time.

Background:

The eldest child of the seven Royal Drazel siblings. Helena was raised in the Drazel territory in Diamond kingdom by both of her loving parents. Her mother Luciana comes from Clover Raque and used to be best friends with Acier Silva in their youth. Her father is a member of one of Diamond's Royal houses, but his relationship with the King was severed after Helena was born. The family moved to their territory and separated themselves from politics. Because of that Helena had a fairly peaceful childhood, not comprehending the terrible crimes of her country.

She studied well and was raised, and prepared to be a respectable Lady of a House. Multiple times while Luciana was sick, she would take her mother's responsibilities and fill in.

She's never travelled and stayed her whole life in the safe embrace of Drazel Territory, so she is very excited to breakaway and study in Clover.

Some romantic background as well ;)

Helena used to be in multiple relationships, but she could not make herself to treat them seriously, because she did not love any of the men she dated. They lasted very shortly and she would break up after she noticed the men getting too attached. Her mother was very upset about her commitment issues and worried about Helena being alone in the future, so she continued on sending her daughter on blind dates with nobles. Luciana ceased during so after a big fight her and Helena had a year before Paper Hearts.

Helena and Nozel actually "met" some time after she was born, when Nozel and Acier visited the Drazel Estate (He was just 4, so he can't really remember).

Small Paper Hearts spoiler (don't read if you don't want to)

An accident in her youth, made Helena dedicated to become a healer and caused her to dislike combat. Because of that she didn't develop many fighting skills. (She's pretty bad... especially for a Royal)

Trivia:

An artist, specialises in pencil art

Loves to spend time at castle's library (Drazel estate previously, now Silva library too)

Uses spanglish around people she's comfortable with

Likes semi sweet red wine and hot tea

Knows how to run an estate better than her mother

Almost always wears red (her healer's clothes unfortunately don't have it )

Knows multiple hispanic and latino dances, such as salsa, bachata, merengue and more

Doesn't know a thing about cooking :(

Helena and her year younger brother Gabriel squabble all the time

She adores kids and loves to take care of her youngest sister Cecilia, who is jut nine

Her name means "shining light"

She uses two paper made whips and fights close distance

Her Paper Mask spell allows her to make her face unrecognisable and thus blend in with the crowd

Helena would sneak out to a small town nearby the Drazel Estate to get to know some life outside the castle

She didn't travel at all, so she's never seen the sea even though her mother was raised by it

Songs that fit her (that's a fun one):

"Unwritten" Natasha Bedinfield

"Breakaway" Kelly Clarkson

2000s Shakira!!!

#This was a long profile #not surprising since she's my main OC #and yet there's still so much to uncover about Helena... and the Drazels #I usually listen to rock #but since I started writing this fic I've been listening to so many hispanic songs #for the “hispanic” chapter I'll share a playlist with you guys #black clover #fanart #helena drazel #black clover oc #digital art #art #pop art #my art #character profile #paper hearts #oc helena #black clover fanfic

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