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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 all of these are short so enjoy <3

Dean wasn’t sure where he stood with Cas, and he hated every fucking second of it.

He looked at his watch again, it’s only been a little less than an hour since Cas and Sam left on their stupid double date, but he already felt like he was crawling up the walls. He was pacing the room, trying to figure out what he could have said to stop Cas from going and wondering why Cas accepted the damn date in the first place.

Was he not enough?

It hasn’t even been three days since Dean finally said the big L word to him. Did Cas not hear him? Did he think he was fucking joking? Was the tongue down his throat not enough proof that Dean was over the fucking moon to finally have Cas. Have him in a way he never thought was going to be possible for them.

Why? Why did he go?

Maybe he was a lousy kisser? No. No, he’s an awesome kisser! But what if-

Dean jumps at the sound of his ringtone and answers it without looking at who it is.

“Dean.” He heard the familiar annoyed voice call his name in a low growl. “Stop.”

It took a second for Dean to understand what was going on. “Cas? Dude, why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be entertaining your stu-your date?”

“I can’t. You are being insufferable.”

Dean was taken back by the words. Did he actually send all those texts he thought about sending?

“I know you tend to forget, Dean, but I can feel your longing, and it is distracting.” Oh! Oh. Shit. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong? That’s what Dean should have said but instead, “Nothing.” He is a coward, first and foremost. At least, when it comes to Cas, he was.

“You are giving me too much of a headache for it to be nothing.” Cas sighed, and Dean noticed the background noise quiets down on Cas’s end. “Are you okay? Should I come home?”

Yes! “No!” Dean quickly waves him off as if Cas could see him. “Stay. Have a fun time with your um, with your date.”

Cas doesn’t say anything for a long 20 seconds--Dean had to check if he hung up--before he sighs. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Goodbye.”

No. Not, goodbye. “I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll wait up for you so we can...talk. About you finally having your first date. Look at you, back from the dead and in the game. Good on you, Cas.”

“I would like that.” Silence again. Dean was about to hang up when he heard, “It’s not my first date.”

“What?”

“You said this is my first date, but it’s not.” Dean was about to tease him. To remind him that the date with the reaper or the one with him as a babysitter didn’t count but Cas beat him to the next words. “I like my dates with you more.”

Dean’s heart skips, and he thinks he misheard him, but before he can ask Cas to repeat it. The line goes dead, and Dean is left pacing the floor again. Wondering if the heat on his cheeks was ever going to go away.

“Am I--Is Cas...Am I being played?” Dean fell into his bed with a groan. Still left confused on where he stood with Cas.

--(More under the tag)

Cas is doing it again.

He’s acting as if he didn’t just come back from a date with this...Lucy person and pretending that everything is so damn peachy. He was sitting on the other side of Dean’s bed, once again head resting on Dean’s shoulder as if it had now become a nice habit of his. He welcomed the weight, the warmth of Cas pressed beside him, of course. He is just so damn confused.

“You know,” Cas looked up at him, his nose pressed to Dean’s jaw. “You’re the one that asked how my night went. So I sort of expected you to, you know, listen.”

He was listening. Listening to every damn word Cas spoke because, of course, he didn’t miss a single detail. He talked about the food, bland he described it, and Eileen picked off his plate. He talked about how Lucy laughed when he didn’t say anything funny, and Sam insisted that it meant she liked him. He talked about how he wasn’t sure if he liked these fancy places; he was used to the noise of diners and kind waitresses refiling his coffee when he didn’t need to ask.

But just now, he was just rambling on about how smart, kind, and great Lucy was. Did he use any of those words? No, but he might as well be kissing the floor she walked on by the way he talked about her.

“Dean?” Cas reached over, the palm of his hand laying flat on the side of Dean’s face. “You okay?”

Yes. “No.”

Wait. He was supposed to say the opposite.

Cas sat up to look at him better, and Dean missed the weight of him already. Wanting to reach over and pull him back in, he also might as well say what he thought so they can move on from this because he was so fucking tired of this.

They are so close, and shit will not happen if Dean keeps rambling in his head instead of talking out loud. Like Sam says--or better yet, what he is trying to drill in his head--communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Right now, he just wants a fucking relationship.

Dean looks at Cas; sad sky eyes stare back at him. Filled with questions that maybe he was also afraid to ask, but it’s Dean’s turn to make a move this time. At least he thinks so. He wasn’t sure when they started taking turns, but fuck, he missed Cas tonight and hates that someone else got to have a romantic night with him.

Without another thought, Dean pulled at the stupid bowtie and dragged Cas forward until their lips met for another long-awaited kiss. The tug may have choked an actual person, but luckily, Cas didn’t seem to find a problem with it as he moved closer to deepen the kiss.

Tell me you didn’t kiss her. Tell me you don’t want to see her ever again. Tell me you want me. Only me. Tell me...tell me you love me.

“I love you.” Dean hears himself say. It was desperate as his grip on Cas tightened; he could feel his fingers dig into Cas’s waist as he pulled him forward until his whole weight was on top of him. Cas starts to pull away, probably wanting to look at him again, but Dean keeps his eyes closed as he cranes his neck up to catch Cas’s lips. Wanting to feel, to pretend, that Cas only was his.

Cas kisses back for a second or two, longer, but it didn’t take much strength for him to pull back to look at Dean. Eyes filled with concern as he let Dean roll him into his back.

“Say it back, damn it.” Dean starts undoing the bowtie and fumbles with Cas’s buttoned shirt as he noses the stubble on the angel’s jaw. “Cas, say it.”

“I love you.” Cas takes Dean’s face between his large hands and forces him to look at his sad eyes again. “I love you, Dean. So tell me, what’s wrong?”

Dean didn’t try to pull away; instead, he fell against Cas’s body. Laying all his weight on him, knowing damn well Cas could take it, he probably weighed nothing to him. Like a feather.

Dean’s face tucked into Cas’s neck as he felt those fingers in his hair, soothing them before he rubbed his back. Probably trying to figure out which one was more comforting, but for Dean, any soft touch from him will do.

This is stupid. Desperate. Pathetic. But he needs to ask.

“Am not enough for you?”

“What?”

Dean doesn’t move from his hiding spot. Not wanting Cas to see his face as he talks. “Why’d you say to a date with someone else? I thought we were...I know I’m not good at all this, but I thought we were--at least, I was trying.” Dean shoved his face closer into his throat until he could feel Cas’s heartbeat against his nose. “I was trying, Cas!”

“I know!” Cas’s hands tighten on his Dean’s shoulders as if he was going to push him away, but then he stopped himself. “I only said yes because I figured it was what you wanted.”

“What?” Dean mumbled into Cas’s skin before he pushed himself up just enough to stare down at him. Repeating himself. “What?”

“The day after we kissed, you ignored everyone, including me. I thought you were...ashamed. Maybe you wanted to keep things private. So to keep Sam from suspecting us-”

“You said yes to a date.” Dean finished for him while Cas slowly nodded. Looking at him as if fighting with himself to not read Dean’s thoughts. Probably best he didn’t. He’ll just hear screaming. Dean sighed in relief as he fell into Cas again, relaxing as Cas’s arms wrapped around him. “Dumbass.”

“I didn’t mean to make you doubt my feelings for you. But to be fair, how can you possibly doubt my feelings for you? I died so that I can say them.”

“Actually, I thought you changed your mind cause I sucked at kissing.”

“You do not suck.”

“Thanks.” Dean chuckled, kissing Cas’s bare chest. His cheeks were warming up as his mind just caught up with his action. “Sorry.”

“I should be the one-”

“No, Cas. Me. I made you think I wanted to hide us.” Dean lifted his head again, looking down at Cas, who gave him a soft, warm smile. “I don’t. Maybe I was a little nervous, but that’s cause you kept acting like me holding your dumb hand was like...normal or whatever.”

“I thought if I make a big deal of it, then you’ll freak out.” Damn. Got him there. And yet, he still freaked out. “But I see now that we should have...talked about it?”

“Yeah.” Dean chuckled as he realized how stupid they both had been. “Yeah, that probably would have helped.”

Cas surprised him by reaching up to give him a hesitant kiss. His eyes were bright as they sparkled when Dean met the familiar gaze.

“We can um,” Dean clears his throat nervously as he keeps his eyes on Cas. “We can talk later.”

“Later. Later is good.”

“Good.”

Cas reaches to kiss him again, bringing him down until they are lost in each other.

The next morning Dean woke up with a spring in his step, and Sam noticed right away.

“What’s up with you?” He raised his eyebrows at him, teasing him with a smile. “Had a fun night with Scooby?”

“Watched Animaniacs, for your information.” Dean poured two cups of coffee. “And no. I had the most perfect company last night.”

Sam opened his mouth before squinting at him. “Did you-? Wait, did you bring a girl over to the bunker?”

“No!” Dean said just as Cas walked in, wrapped in nothing but Dean’s robe. “There you are. Thought you were gonna follow me.”

Dean walked over to hand Cas his coffee, kissing his cheek before walking back to get his own cup.

“I was. You neglected to tell me I wasn’t wearing clothes. So I had to go find something to cover up.” Cas sat in front of Sam who stared at them with wide eyes. “Morning, Sam.”

It took Sam a few seconds before he muttered. “I hate you guys. I mean, congratulations, but fuck you. Didn’t need that image in my head so early in the morning.”

Dean sat beside Cas, shoulders bumping, before he looked at Sam over the rim of his cup. “Now you can stop trying to set Cas up on dumb dates.”

“I had a fun time last night, Sam. Thank you.” Cas quickly said before looking back at Dean. “But I think I will just continue dating your brother instead.”

“Okay,” Sam got up, giving them both a tight smile and a thumbs up. “Congrats again. Next time wear underwear, Cas.”

“Stop looking at my boyfriend!” “I couldn’t find it.” Dean and Cas say at the same time.

Dean finally knows what Cas is to him.

“We should hurry if we want to beat the kids to the diner.” Cas gets up, kissing the top of Dean’s head as he goes. “I like this.”

“Me too.” Dean reaches for his hand, tangling their fingers together as he pulls Cas down for a kiss.

Best friend. Boyfriend. The light at the end of the tunnel.

“Love you.” Dean whispers against his lips, making Cas smile into the kiss.

“Love you, too.”

Everything. He’s everything.

#i kept thinking of chandler saying 'i scared you! im lonely and awkward and desperate for love!'#and we got this monstrocity #prob not what you guys wanted but I thought it went well lol #deancas #destiel #wormstachewrites #fic #thanks :)

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sandbees · 3 years

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I love the voice mail story, thing? So can I request the reader to drop in at the final dorm head meeting in the hall of mirrors which occurs a week or so before the third years leave for their internships, what would be there reactions if that makes sense?

_=_

The dorm meeting was...well, not as tense as it would be. After all, half of them were leaving NRC for internships.

The meeting was more of a final goodbye than anything. And to also discuss the new dorm leaders that would be taking their place.

The meeting was going smoothly, save for the glances at the empty chair in the table. Even Crowley looked downcast.

The meeting was going smoothly despite this, future dorm leaders listed out and confirmed, how the transitions have been going, and any final plannings for the next year.

Then, there was a loud bang that made them jump out of their seats (some of them, at least). It was silent, and would have been chalked up as a random noise of the wind,

But the banging continued.

It became frantic, repeated desperate banging that rang around the room. The students (and teacher) present stand from their seats, searching for the source of the noise.

A beastman, with his sharp lion ears was able to locate the noise - coming from a coffin in the room. Instinctively, he reaches his hand out to the one vibrating.

“King’s Roar.”

The coffin turns to sand, and a scream erupts from the person trapped inside.

In ceremonial back and purple robes embroidered with gold, a familiar face stares up at the stranger. Their face, now illuminated by the light, causes gasps from most of the occupants.

“Herbivore…?” The lion whispers.

Then, the stranger familiar face screams.

_=_

Who the fuck are these people?!

A few seconds ago you were banging on some sort of door, enclosed in a small dark area. You were tempted to scream but decided to save your lungs and instead try to use brute strength.

It seemed futile, until the space turned to sand and you fell onto the ground. Confused, you look up, only to see a man with lion-like features staring down at you.

“Herbivore…?”, he says in a soft tone.

But given the situation, you are freaking out, and spotting all the other strange characters behind the lion man made you panic even more. Also the coffins. The coffins definitely did not help your situation.

Your voice finally finds itself as you scream your lungs out. Instinctively, you back yourself into the wall to distance the space between you and the strangers.

The one closest to you reaches out to you, but one of the others holds him back. They back up to give you space, which is kind of them.

The room is filled with awkward silence. No one speaks and you end up having a stare off.

Finally, one of them - a man with pale blue hair, clears his throat.

“Are…are we going to…?”, He seems flustered, almost shocked at your drop in.

Well, you might as well figure out what is happening.

“Uhm…hello?”, you voice out. All eyes snap to you, with such intensity you squirm a little.

“….”, the redhead of the group sighs, “I don’t think any of us planned for this, but it’s much of a pleasant to see you.”

“It- It is?”, you stutter out, “How nice? I- I don’t actually know you people so-“

“You don’t?”, another spoke up, this one adorned with so much gold you could go blind.

“…Did the spell erase your memories?”, the blonde behind the lion man said, “That could be the most likely possibility.”

The lion man grunts, “So all we have to do is try and jog their memory, right?”

“Jog my memory?”, you say, “Uh, no I certainly don’t remember any of you guys- I mean your voices sound familiar but-“

“Yuu.”, the redhead spoke up, “We have proof we know you, if you need to be convinced.”

At the mention of your grandparent’s name, the gears in your head start turning. You squint at all of them, trying to rack through your head about how would these men know your grandmother.

“This…this is stupid. Shouldn’t…Shouldn’t we just show them the proof now?”, someone said, and though you couldn’t see the person, it was obvious that it came from the floating tablet.

…floating tablet?! Did you take drugs or something? Or is this some sort of elaborate prank your grandparent set up to make you get friends from her phone-

Oh. Ohhhh. It dawned on you now, how they would know Yuu and why their voices sounded so familiar. They’re the voices behind the voicemail.

“How the fuck did I even get here in the first place?”, you mumble. You sigh, you can’t worry about that right now. First, clear everything up with these guys.

“Look, uh…”, you start to say, until your face to face with striking green eyes. You flinch, nervously moving away.

“….”

“…You’re not Yuu, are you?”, he says, as he stands up.

“Eh?! You can tell just like that?!”, someone says behind him.

“I’m not.”, you say, “Glad someone figured that out…”

You squeak as your picked up, someone holding you. You look back to see the lion-man.

“…The lizard is right, this isn’t Yuu.”, he says, “…You smell like them, though.”

“I’m their grandchild?”, You say, “Uh, this is very awkward to say but…”

You felt uncomfortable as you dropped the news to them. They all look at you in shock, though it slowly transforms into sadness or surprise.

“They’re…your grandparent?”, the redhead says, “But…surely not.”

“Humans have a short lifespan, but I did not expect this short of a lifespan.”, the man with green eyes muses, a frown etched onto his face.

“Hold on! If you’re their grandchild…”, the one with sparkling red eyes said, “Are they…?”

He trails off, but you understand the implications. With your heart pounding, you deliver the news.

“Yes…they are dead.”, you heart sinks as you see their reactions, “I got their things a few days after they did. That’s- that’s kind of how I knew you in a way? I’m…I’m sorry.”

You feel uncomfortable, seeing their devastation. You don’t even know how to console them. It’s just that - really? This place was odd, with the colorful characters and strange place. How did your grandparent manage.

You almost jump at a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head to see a black crow mask.

“Well, it seems you’re quiet in a predicament.”, he says, “This is certainly familiar, though.”

“What is your name, by the way?”

“Uh, it’s (Y/N).”, you say.

“(Y/N)…well, I have a proposal for you. Though, we’re going to have to call in a certain cat.”

And so begins your strange life.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #voicemails #request #twst crowley #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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thejudgingtrash · 3 years

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11. “...did you just sniff me?” for percabeth pretty please 🙏🤍🤍🤍

Heya! I’m finally here to come back to this request 😄😄 It took me only a little bit in comparison to other requests, but I'm here!

Also since @percyheartsannabeth, @skaterannabeth and @not-optimistic-petrol-biscuit had asked about fluff. Here you go... Kinda? 😬 Anyway. Here's a monster sneak peek into may I introduce you to my beloved wife? 😋

It took me all day yesterday, but I managed to pump out 11k words. That's a record for a single session in one day (with like two breaks). And yes, that is still not the entire chapter. Here are roughly 9,2k for you to consume!

TW: alcohol, overbearing relatives not minding their own business, a tiny section talking about domestic abuse and Athena and Frederick Chase ain't shit but that's nothing new. Poseidon too, for once. Enjoy!

may I introduce you to my beloved wife?

(*absolutely not proof-read, my bad)

Annabeth sighed. You can do this. You can do this. You’ve already finished the week. Think about the money. Think about the move to California. Push through this day and next week, think about the money and the minute you’ll hand your termination in. She wanted to splash some water up her face, but the makeup that tinted her lips in a luscious rose and added some bronze to her high cheekbones was too expensive to be washed off and hastily reapplied.

It was pre-Dionysus Day, which meant it was merely the calm before the storm. The first sparkling sip of an impending disaster waiting to rollover the roomy Greek villa Percy forced her to stay in. Well not really forced. Forced and bribed her to stay in. That made it sound slightly better. Just think of the one-hundred seventy-five dollars he’s going to transfer into your bank account for your new start in California. I should renegotiate. California is also expensive. Make it two-hundred fifty thousand.

The tall blonde looked at her reflection in the mirror. A young woman full of life was the first thing she had seen in the morning but now she looked tired and annoyed, just how she felt. Something crashed in one of the dozens of rooms next to her and people laughed. Annabeth sighed again. It was the only thing she could do, otherwise she would scream like a banshee, making sure that at least Hermes and Prometheus would check her, if it wasn’t for Percy stuffing socks into her mouth to make her shut up before they got to her. The majority of his Greek relatives had been lovely if not terribly nosy and overbearing. It was the opposite of her family. His was warm and chaotic and for the most part welcoming. Hers? Cold, apathetic, disapproving of everything she did. She had no family in comparison, and neither would she want to compare this wholesome messy bunch to the cold-hearted Athena Pallas and the monster that was Friedrich Chase.

Annabeth respected Hera and Hestia, she definitely side-eyed Aphrodite who was cheating on her husband and she would definitely stay away from Zeus. Crossing paths with him occasionally in the New York office of Atlantic INC. was terrible, seeing him openly be flirty and loosen up during a forced trip was way worse.

This was a bad idea and I have a terrible feeling about this. The burgundy wrap dress that hugged her skin was soft and light but in the Thessalian heat it felt like a sticky cocoon caging her. She wasn’t a beautiful butterfly, ready to burst out and wow everyone. Neither was she a moth drawn to a flame. She was a bug that had been sprayed by Percy with a pesticide, wrapped in toxic chemicals which were slowly dissolving her body, piece by piece.

A knock shoved the horrendous image inside of her head aside. “Yes?” she asked with a firm voice. Too firm with a hint of annoyance, but she was not a professional actress and could not switch her emotions off as she pleased. She was a junior marketing manager for Christ’s sake. Not for much longer. Only two more months…

Percy opened the door. “Are you ready?“ he asked with his usual pleasant baritone reaching her ear.

He wore light linen pants that hugged his legs loosely and a light blue shirt with the first buttons opened up. She could see his defined chest and the swirls of black hair peeking through. The hair was styled into a disheveled curly mess which suited him way better than the gelled back corporate look and he forgot to trim his beard like the day before. Annabeth couldn’t deny what she saw – her tormentor was a very attractive man.

“Do you want to bail?” His sea-green eyes darkened a shade. Worry flashed through them.

Annabeth exhaled sharply for the last time. “I wish I could but then I’d leave you without a fiancé,” she smiled through the pain.

Her glance found her reflection again. The topknot was still intact, and a few strands carefully framed her heart-shaped face. She looked perfect on the outside and she wanted to commit manslaughter in the inside.

“Let’s get over with it,” Percy sighed and stretched his hand out. It seemed like Percy was the one that would rather bail.

Annabeth took it without any complaint. She was the happy girlfriend soon-to-be-wife and holding hands was way better than being forced into kissing him during Sports Day. The Theodoropoulos family truly had planned activity after activity during those two weeks in winter.

“Oh!” Sally peeked into the bathroom and saw her son holding Annabeth’s hand.

“There you are! Is everything okay, mija?” she asked with her sweet Dominican accent and looked at Annabeth.

Annabeth automatically smiled back. Sally was the mother she never had, and it broke her heart crumble by crumble by the sheer charade Percy and she were forced to display for the next six days. Sally Jackson deserved the best. She certainly didn’t deserve being deceived and lied to by her terrible son and his tag-a-long coworker.

“Yes, Percy was just making sure we’re arriving on time.” Annabeth got on her toes and placed a soft kiss on Percy’s stubbled cheek. It tickled but by now she had gotten used to it.

He rolled his eyes, smiled at his mother, nonetheless. Sally’s eyes sparkled and she clapped, clutching her hands tightly. “You don’t know how proud you’re making me, mijo,” she then said teary-eyed.

“You finally found a great girl and she is standing next to you.” Sally wiped a tear away and the awful feeling that sat on Annabeth’s chest and made everything heavier, amplified by a thousand times.

This was way worse than being referred to as the woman that would bear him three to five children presuming with the first one sired on this current vacation by Ares. Yes, Annabeth wanted two children at max, but not definitely now. She was twenty-eight and in the prime of her life! Note: Percy would certainly not be the father of said two children. Unruly blond waves and a mischievous grin blitzed through her head. Pale blue eyes came back from the deepest pit of her memory. Luke. Fuck no, that was even worse than Percy. His betrayal… Annabeth tried to shake the memory off and focused on the ongoing situation in front of her.

Sally truly hoped her son found love and not a quick fling. Oh shit, Annabeth thought and looked up to Percy whose face expressed similar thoughts. His conscience nibbled and guilt flooded his body.

“Mamá,” Percy began and released Annabeth’s hand in order to grasp the older woman’s shoulder.

Sally brushed his large hands off. “No, no! Off you go! You younglings should be downstairs celebrating your reunion with the entire side of Poseidon’s family.”

Annabeth appreciated the fact that Sally was invited and flown out each winter holiday by the Theodoropoulos’. Despite having been divorced from Poseidon for over twenty years, she was still a popular and welcomed guest, not just because of her son’s attachment to the Greek side and his tied division of the Greek family company.

Sally gave each of them a last smile before entering the women’s bathroom. Percy exhaled and pinched his nose. After ten seconds he released the nose and looked back at Annabeth. “Ready?” he asked a final time. Annabeth nodded.

The loud singing, yelling and talking that had been muffled by the bathroom hit her by a tenfold. The place had all the Mamma Mia vibes without the fun singing four days ago. Not anymore, as drunk relatives hit up the shore with loud music and talked loudly in their Pontic Greek dialect.

As the couple descended the stairs and walked through the parlor, a new wave of guests arrived at the same time. Three people that have just entered early adulthood looked up to them. Two men, one blond with a stoic face and bronzed skin, the other was shorter with spiky black hair and a beautiful grin on his lips. The woman next to him was the tallest out of the trio and possessed a high ponytail that would leave Ariana Grande dying out of envy. The dyed lilac hair swung around and nearly reached the middle of her thighs, meaning the hair was even longer without its tight prison on top.

“Thanatos, Zagreus, Megaera!” greeted Percy and gave each one of them a rib crushing bear hug. They looked pleasantly surprised at seeing Percy being accompanied by a pretty woman his age. It seems like the proposal didn’t reach all of the ends of the Greek world.

They fell into a short conversation in Greek and Annabeth smiled politely next to Percy as she fell entirely out of place. The evil Duolingo owl didn’t prepare her for this experience. Neither did her mother bother teaching her at least their Athenian dialect properly. She could introduce herself in Greek, order a beer, say goodbye and that was it. Thank you, Athena. For nothing again.

“Oh, you must be Annabeth,” Megaera eyed her carefully and Annabeth had the feeling that she could split her open with her hands. Weirdly enough, Annabeth was kind of into it. Megaera wasn’t only as tall as Percy but she was clearly the one with the toughest workout regimen as she displayed her muscular legs and defined arms with a short cocktail dress only a few shades darker than her hair.

“Yes,” Annabeth squeaked. She nearly added a ma’am towards the end. Megaera cocked her dark eyebrow. She had an aura that demanded respect.

“Interesting to see the woman who captured Perseus’ heart. It seems that he did develop a good taste after all. Calypso was as pretty as the crescent moon flower but sadly as dull as his corny jokes are.” Megaera’s deep smirk was a stamp of approval as her eyes roamed all over Annabeth.

“Hey!” Percy interrupted and placed a firm hand on Annabeth’s waist, as if he was trying to mark his territory.

“You have your own toys right to your right,” he then added with a playful tone.

Megaera actually laughed and waved dismissively. “That doesn’t mean there isn’t room for more.” A clear offer which left Annabeth’s face turn into a fiery tomato red.

“Anyway, we have some catching up to do,” Thanatos proposed as Zagreus and he silently watched the conversation blossom. He sounded as reserved as he looked.

“Indeed,” Zagreus agreed, surprising Annabeth with a posh English accent. “Father will murder me if we miss out on his moussaka. It’s to die for you need to try it, Annabeth, at least before Hephaestus gets ahead of himself.”

Annabeth laughed. The Theodoropoulos did have their positives. “I will, Zagreus,” she nodded.

“Oh please, if aunt Sally gave her go for you to stay here, you’re as good as family. We’re Than, Zag and Meg for you,” Zagreus offered.

“Annabeth is already my nickname but thank you for the kind offer!”

The three new guests went on to join relatives and friends at the party which seemed to get more chaotic by each passing minute as the volume seemed to increase.

“My cousin Zagreus from my uncle Hades’ side,” Percy explained as the three went out of his sight.

“Are they friends? Or…”

“Pretty sure they’re polyamorous. You know, I don’t know, and I honestly don’t really care, I see Zag once every twelve months at max. Just don’t stick to Meg’s side for too long otherwise she’ll turn you into her fiancé.” Percy’s tone suggested that he was not joking.

“Oh.” Annabeth didn’t know what to think of it.

Percy closed his eyes as if he was making a silent prayer, before his sea-green met Annabeth’s light gray ones. She smelled like lemon with a hint of lavender, instead of roses like normally. Delicious. If it weren’t for the fact that it was Annabeth.

“So, listen. You know I’ve talked about Dionysus Day and how his birthday brings out the worst side of everyone.”

Annabeth nodded as Percy went on to explain.

“Pre-Dionysus Day is basically same with the only exception that my great-grandmother’s house is filled with the entire family. Yes, we’re expected to eat, drink, laugh, drink, dance, drink, reminisce on our past, drink, make fools out of ourselves in order for them to take blackmail pictures and drink some more, but no matter how much they want you to open up… try to control yourself. Everything you say can and will be used against you.”

Annabeth’s stomach started to churn, and her knees slightly gave in. “Look, I’m truly sorry for the mess that I’ve caused,” Percy looked directly into her eyes and tried to ignore the rosy streaks across her flushed cheeks. “And my relatives can be overbearing. But if we manage to stick through this night and the next one tomorrow, we’re as good as done with playing games.”

“Fine,” Annabeth gritted through her teeth. She had agreed to the terms and condition. She didn’t need a reminder of the stupid decision she made two months ago.

“Let’s go.”

She placed her hand on the doorknob that separated the parlor from the huge living room. Percy followed her as she opened the door. A wave of laughter, wine, ouzo, discovered secrets, cigarettes, sweat and fun hit them.

“Oh wow, someone should open a window.” Percy suggested as he coughed. Luckily cousin Metis had the same idea. No, aunt Metis. Or was it Thetis? Why did Percy need to have so many relatives with similar names again?

“Oh, Annabeth, look at you!” Aphrodite had snuck up behind them and surprised the fake couple by hugging each of them and nearly spilling the expensive Greek vintage in her hand on Percy’s shirt. The red alcoholic liquid carelessly swirled in her glass and more than often seemed to want to escape from her clutch.

“Aphrodite, be careful!” Percy reminded her as she dug her fingers into his arm. Her nails were as fake and bought as was the bond between Annabeth and Percy.

“Oh, please cousin, you should learn how to loosen up!” She laughed, but it sounded more like the shrill sound a bird made when it got nearly hit by a car. The high pitch made Annabeth slightly frown.

“Take your girl upstairs and show her all the Zorbas moves you got!” She wiggled her badly overdrawn eyebrows.

Aphrodite had always been the poster child of perfection. She knew how to dress her curvaceous body the right way, she knew how to apply the perfect touches of makeup on her face and she was the most graceful being Annabeth had ever met. Seeing her so disheveled left the blonde American content. It showed that Aphrodite wasn’t one of the gods, she was a mortal mess like they all were. That, and it was kind of funny seeing the abrupt transition from oozing perfection to looking like a rough mess after a couple of glasses of wine.

“If you know what I mean, you two know what I mean, right?”

“Yes,” Annabeth and Percy answered. Unfortunately, they did.

“That reminds me, this is such a pretty dress that you got!” Aphrodite’s eyes widened and she tugged at Annabeth’s sleeve that went slightly over her elbows. “Percy needs to bring me a couple of those the next time he visits. Oh wait! You’re about to marry, Annabeth can take me shopping. I want to visit New York next summer. When was your wedding again?”

Panic filled Annabeth she tried to stutter a lame excuse like they had done the entirety of the stay. Aphrodite’s brown eyes found something else to focus on in the meantime. Her hand went out to poke the tall blonde’s chest as she went on to pull on the thin fabric.

“You should show the men what you got! Free the girls!” Aphrodite yelled over the loud music, pushing Annabeth’s C cup to its limits. “Let Percy stand in the corner with that stupid frown, all jealous and depressed while you’re out on the hunt!”

Percy did not look amused especially since he tried to pull Annabeth away.

“Yeah, just like that!” Aphrodite’s glass pointed directly at his face as Annabeth tried to shove Aphrodite’s fickle fingers aside. “Oh, if I were just a little bit younger and not tied to your cousin…”

“You mean cousins,” Percy corrected and made a step backwards as Aphrodite’s dreamy and drunk dazed focus shifted from Annabeth to him.

“Aphrodite, leave Percy and his future wife alone,” Hera arrived to save the stressed couple and rolled her eyes. “Go harass Hephaestus and try to be a faithful wife for once in your life.”

She still looked like she had a massive stick shoved up her ass by the way she stood entirely straight next to them, but Annabeth appreciated the gesture. If Hera didn’t like Aphrodite much, Annabeth would rather join Team Hera than stand alone by the bleachers and under Aphrodite’s charmspeak. Aphrodite pouted and stomped with her feet twice as if she were a toddler and not a grown woman marching towards her forties. Then she stormed off and ran into the arms of her lover, nother husband to spite her mother-in-law and embarrass her even further.

“Malàka,” Hera cursed and lost her cool for one second, before clearing her throat and focusing on the already tired fake engaged couple in front of her. Not even Hera seemed to be averse from drinking a glass of wine or two. “You two definitely need a drink.”

Annabeth agreed with her for once.

She pointed at the bar behind her, which was managed by Dionysus and his wife Ariadne. The number of relatives ganging up on them and demanding new drinks was frightening. Surprisingly Dionysus kept his cool and shoved drinks in people’s hands at an impressive speed.

“Yeah, let’s get over with it,” Percy sighed and took Annabeth’s hand again.

“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked him. She knew from Thalia that Percy rarely ever drank and that his family was to blame for most of it. Percy seemed stiffer and graver than usual as well. As much as she disliked his jokey nature and easy-going demeanor he displayed at work, she’d much rather have that Percy by her side right now. Dionysus Day and the day before seemed like it was hell on earth for him and walking through it each year must take a toll on him.

“Yeah, let’s just each grab a glass of wine. Let them be happy about me shoving this disgusting stuff down my throat.” He thanked Ariadne as she prepared two glasses of the same vintage Aphrodite seemed to have inhaled earlier.

“Thank you.” Annabeth took her glass and sniffed. The wine smelled sickly sweet with a hint of the bitterness that the fermentation process had left. The glass in her hand weighed surprisingly heavy, not because of the wine itself but because of the golden swirls decorating it. The glass transitioned from the crystal-clear transparency into a deep black. A lyre surrounded by a bigger laurel wreath decorated the middle section and a golden snake was wrapped around the stem. The golden rim gave it a nice finish.

“Into a fruitful night,” Percy darkly mumbled over the music. He was really not looking forward to it, which confused Annabeth immensely. She didn’t understand why he pushed himself through this if he really didn’t like the drinking activities. He surely had his reasons, hence her not starting a fight with him over it. It was his family and their tradition after all.

“Into a fruitful night,” Annabeth instead repeated.

Issuing a weird toast as well. Percy Jackson was clearly not a drinker. Their glasses clinked and each of them took a sip. Thankfully grandma Rhea made sure they were well-fed before the festivities began.

“Fuck,” Annabeth muttered. A fine vintage as well. Not as sweet as she thought, it left a hint of sweet cumin as the lingering aftertaste. Her lipstick left a mark on the glass, but she didn’t bother to care as she took another gulp. The wine was nearly finished. She slowly started to understand why ancient civilizations went crazy after this stuff.

As she looked at her so-called fiancé, she saw that his glass was already empty. A grimace rested on his face as well.

“Err, Percy?”

“What?” The dark brooding look on his face was no more.

“Shouldn’t you take it easy?” Annabeth carefully asked. His eyes narrowed.

“I am,” he stated and cocked his head towards his cousin who was still busy playing the barkeeper but kept an overall watchful glimpse on the guests that flooded the gates.

“Dionysus saw me drink. Most importantly he saw us have a drink. That should be enough for me, but if you want some more, be my guest.” He shrugged.

Annabeth felt that she should probably drag his mopey ass out of the party, but it was way too early to leave. “Fine,” she said and asked Ariadne for a refill. Annabeth went in for another long sip. She should definitely stock her wine cabinet once she was back at her shitty apartment. Before the glass reached her lips again, Hermes snatched it away and chugged the remaining wine.

“Hermes, what the hell?!” Ariadne grabbed the glass and pushed her husband’s cousin away. The bored postman was back with his shenanigans.

“My bad, dear wifey, but I’m on a mission here to abduct sweet Annabeth,” Hermes winked and placed his hands around Annabeth’s shoulders.

“What are you up to?” Out of all of the relatives she’s met so far, Annabeth was convinced that everything Zeus had ever sired was a mistake. Zeus himself was a mistake.

“Can you stop being German and boring for once?” he joked. Annabeth’s eyes narrowed. She did not like this one bit. She turned her head around and saw that Percy had been pulled into a conversation by Hypnos and Morpheus. He had completely forgotten about her. Great.

Hermes guided her through the crowd, towards the middle of the room. They had to dodge chairs, drunk relatives, a sofa, chatty relatives, the coffee table and dancing relatives before they made it.

“There she is!” greeted Achilles the confused marketing manager.

Paris, Helen, Patroclus, Hermes and Achilles stood in a circle around a table. Dozens of shots of all sorts of colors were displayed. Annabeth had a terrible feeling about this.

“What is this and why are you pulling me into this?” Annabeth asked and did not like the mischievous grin they all shared. She wanted to go back home and cuddle with Daedalus on her sofa and push his cat ass out of the way before the next steamy Outlander scene hit the screen. Yes, Annabeth was that much of a single that seeing some on-screen action was the best she could get. She hoped that the mangy cat didn’t bother Thalia all too much while she was staying in Greece. She owed her so much already.

“Well, I stayed in your country,” Paris started. “And they have a weird tradition with ouzo. They don’t drink it the way we do, watered down and slowly at lunch and what not…”

Annabeth was still American for the most part and had nothing to do with Germany. The last time she stayed there was nearly thirteen years ago. She didn’t want to have anything to do with Germany. Friedrich Chase lived in Germany. And she fucking hated Friedrich Chase. Therefore, she hated Germany. Things that would never change. Okay, Hamburg was a cool city and she was glad her father moved to Cologne. Should she feel the urge to travel back to Germany for a week or less, she’d go to Hamburg, take ten thousand pictures, and post them on Instagram the minute before she was boarding her flight back to New York. Helping her to enrage her stupid father was all Germany had to offer.

“Germans do ouzo shots,” Patroclus cut to the chase. “And since you’re the newest member of our family…”

“And German!” Paris and Hermes added simultaneously.

“We’ve decided to play this little game,” Achilles added.

“What’s the name of the game?” Annabeth asked. She was only slightly curious. Emphasis on slightly.

“Last man standing. Oh sorry, ladies. Last person standing,” Hermes corrected himself as he placed four shots in front of each person. That was way too much hard liquor to handle. But if she did Jägermeister bombs in her sophomore year of college without any issues, this should be fairly easy.

“What are the rules?” They all looked at her in silence. No rules. No prize. Just drink.

“Oh wow.” The urge to roll her eyes and walk off came back with a force.

“I think I’m going to pass,” Annabeth said and already turned to her right.

“Why?” Helen asked innocently. “Need your man to look after you? The one who’s having an amazing time back there with his third glass of wine?”

Foul game. Annabeth’s head shot to the right. Helen was right. Percy was laughing and looked like he was having a great time chatting with Oceanus and his wife Tethys. Tethys refilled his glass as her husband and Percy broke into laughter once again.

If that’s the case…

“Fuck it, I’m in,” Annabeth agreed. She swallowed the bait and she knew it. There was no reason why she should feel upset about Percy opening up all of a sudden. He desperately needed it. Why she wished to be a part of that, Annabeth did not know.

“Great!” Helen threw her brown mane over her shoulders and grabbed the first glass.

“Για μας!” they all yelled and chugged the liquor. Gia mas, the Greek toast, was repeated every time and it seemed to brighten the mood, despite resting heavily on Annabeth’s stomach. Her college days were over, but she was glad she resisted coughing repeatedly.

Patroclus clutched his stomach after the second shot, Helen ran out after the third, Paris and Achilles were laughing maniacally after the fourth and Hermes mysteriously disappeared after the first one. Annabeth was the last person standing. She placed the crystalized shot glass back on the table and examined the messes around her. The only thing that had happened to her, were that more golden locks escaped from her bun and her lipstick needed some reapplying as she left marks on each glass.

Annabeth tried to take a step away from the table and felt how the world slightly shifted around her. The fact that she would curse and hate herself for her behavior in just six hours, was something drunk Annabeth gladly put aside. The headaches that definitely would haunt her for the rest of the trip didn’t matter, she won and that was all she cared about.

“Hell yeah!” she yelled as all inhibition faded away, leaving pure and raw life force behind. Unbeknownst to her, Annabeth had moved right into the circle of dancers.

“Perseus, get your bride before she breaks her legs!” someone laughed. Was it Iapetus? Or was it Hyperion? Who even cared at that point?

The next two hours were a blurred mess. A blackout slowly crept through her mind, leaving foggy memories behind. Annabeth felt how she was dancing with people and how people were laughing. Were they laughing at her or with her? Did it really matter? Why was her hair repeatedly slapping her face, didn’t she tie it up?

She danced with different people, men and women. She really hoped that the guy that looked like a naked Danny DeVito with longer black hair was not Zeus who had lost his shirt and pants. Who was the guy with the sea-green eyes again? Why was he clapping and laughing whenever she was busting a move next to Hermes? Was he important? Why did he remind her of work? The shots might have been a short-sighted idea after one and a half glasses of wine. She probably overestimated the amount of food she had consumed at dinner prior. Wasn’t she supposed to try someone’s moussaka?

“There you are! Ares, stop dancing with her for once. We’re about to leave.”

Ugh. Ares. Not Zeus, but still yucky.

Sea-green eyes. Percy, of course. How could she have forgotten the asshole that brought her into this whole mess? He seemed fairly sober, didn’t he have a glass or three of wine? Annabeth was certain, she’d be able to drink him under the table. His height and his build might put him at an advantage, but if he wasn’t used to drinking, she might have a fair shot.

A rock song was the next song that appeared. Percy wanted to drag Annabeth off the dance floor.

“Oh no!” Aphrodite intervened with a shrill screech. “Give the two lovers some room to show each other affection!”

Hera actually raised her glass for once to show that she actually agreed with one of Aphrodite’s wild ideas. Someone fumbled with the playlist and a Greek slow jam roared through the old speakers.

“Are you guys fucking serious?” Percy muttered under his breath. But roughly eighty pairs of eyes were all but watching the soon-to-be betrothed and waited for a romantic dance which reminded Percy more of the horrors that the eight-grade dance was.

Annabeth drunkenly hiccupped and looked at him in surprise as she felt one of his hands around her waist and the other one taking her hand. They rocked as if it was the final dance at prom. Annabeth barely remembered prom. Oh right. Her mother had forbidden her from going. She never attended prom.

A casual glimpse through the crowd showed her that people were actually filming this nonsense and some women were actually cooing. Did… did they seriously think this back and forth with sweaty clothes on was romantic? Her eyes found Percy’s again.

“So…” he began.

“So…” she repeated.

“Careful!” he warned her before twirling her through the tight circle. People screamed and applauded. A camera flash blitzed through the darkness twice.

“Oof,” Annabeth groaned. Her stomach and equilibrium did not appreciate that sudden movement.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again,” Percy swore. The rocking motion made both of them sleepy. Annabeth suppressed a yawn, rested her head on his shoulder. Percy could make the perfect comfy bed, if he wanted to.

Percy, sensing that people were awaiting some action from either of them, placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up. Annabeth’s eyes widened. Is he going to kiss me in front of them? Again? her panicked brain asked. She was turned into stone, not by Percy’s distant cousin Medusa who had eaten most of the truffles, but by the tenderness of his actions. He was one solid actor.

Percy placed a soft kiss on her forehead, before moving on to a temple. Annabeth blushed and buried her heated face in his chest as he released her. Intimate, soft and sweet. The screaming relatives disrupted their comfortable silence yet again. The slow song came to an end and the next upbeat one invited everyone back to the dance floor. Annabeth released herself from Percy’s tight embrace and just bolted. Damned be nausea. A wave of coldness hit her. She felt something she didn’t like the minute Percy had softly kissed and soberness woke her at a start. What was it? Anger? Disappointment? Longing? She didn’t know and she didn’t want to know.

“Annabeth!” Percy shouted, but the amount of people standing in his way made it more difficult for him to keep up with her. His hand brushed over his own lips.

Annabeth opened and closed doors left and right. The kitchen, the dining room, the smoking room. She hasted through the first floor until she found another lost soul in the fireplace room. Why the villa had a fireplace room in the first place, she did not know. It had been super-hot the entire time but what Annabeth understood as heat and what native Greeks deemed as hot temperatures didn’t have to correlate.

Great-grandmother Gaia’s humming faded away. The eldest of the Theodoropoulos looked up from the pair of socks she was knitting. When she came to find out the intruder was Annabeth, joy spread over her face.

“Come, come!” The broken English that she softly spoke reminded Annabeth of her own grandmother. She hadn’t seen Elsbeth Lilienthal-Chase since she had left Germany. And since her mother didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye, she didn’t have a phone number to reach her with. The only way would be through that asshole Friedrich Chase, and the only time she’d willingly let someone contact that man was if she had been six feet under and he would be forced to show up for one important family event for once.

“I was unable to sleep. Parties aren’t something for me. I’m too old and boring for my children and their children,” Gaia sighed as Annabeth took a seat on the green sofa next to the light blue armchair. All of the cushioning seemed to have been made by Gaia as the socks had the same pattern as the pillow that Annabeth leaned against. Balls of wool surrounded the older woman as if she sat on a field of fresh tulips.

“Drink, drink! You need water. I’m pretty sure you danced a lot.”

Annabeth kindly took the offer, grabbed the carafe and poured herself a little bit of water into a small glass. The water was surprisingly cold and refreshing.

“My children deem me crazy,” Gaia continued. “The war with the ottomans. Deportation. Fleeing and seeing death everywhere. Losing my father in the chaos. Then the big world war after that twenty years later. They don’t want to listen to the same stories. They only want to have fun. So, they sent me away.”

Annabeth felt terrible for the old lady. It looked like she had been through hell and back in her youth. She didn’t look like she needed much, only someone to listen to her.

“I won’t bore you much,” promised Gaia.

Gaia’s tanned leathery hands continued working on the little socks. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, dearie. We have plenty of acetaminophen and other hangover remedies. Tomorrow will be even worse, because Dionysus wants to celebrate his birthday with even more wine,” the old woman laughed, and her green eyes twinkled full of life.

“I also was young once…”

The two sat in comfortable silence, only interrupted by Gaia’s humming or Annabeth refilling her glass of water.

“So,” Gaia began.

“So?” repeated Annabeth.

“You are the woman that tamed my little Perseus,” the older woman grinned.

Oh no.

Annabeth had a lump in her throat and drinking water to solve it, didn’t work. She wasn’t just lying to Zeus and his wife. She was lying to an entire clan, from the youngest to the oldest members. What Percy and she were doing wasn’t right, neither was it fair. Sure, Percy’s shitty uncle didn’t help much by forcing him to marry the next person, but did the rest of the family deserve to be deceived as well? No, they didn’t, and that truth rested heavily on Annabeth’s narrow shoulders.

The fact that Gaia looked so much like her great-grandson was crazy. They possessed the exact same shade of sea-green. It was passed onto Rhea, Percy’s grandmother, and then Poseidon, Percy’s fucked up father. Always full of intelligence and calculation. Shifting easily from delighted and full of life to the crashing anger of a storm. Power and knowledge were key features of Gaia’s eyes.

“How did you meet my sweet Perseus again?” Gaia innocently asked but Annabeth knew that there was some sort of ulterior motive behind her question.

“At work,” she honestly answered, and Gaia smiled. The old lady was able to sense the truth.

“He’s not my direct boss, but we run into each other a lot. And we hated each other from the moment we saw each other.” Annabeth remembered how she accidentally spilled her hot coffee all over his shirt. She had been public enemy number one from then on.

“He’s an excellent boss, as much as I hate to admit it. He knows his ways around and is passionate about the ocean and its inhabitants. Definitely more passionate than me, I’m just there for the money. He actually wants to make a difference. And he’s extremely annoying, might I add.”

Gaia burst into laughter and needed a minute to calm down. Annabeth cracked a toothy grin. “Ah yes, I can see how you fell in love with him.”

Doom. Uneasiness. Discomfort. The lump in Annabeth’s throat grew bigger and bigger. Why was her vision so blurry all of a sudden? She looked down at her dress. Dark dots appeared. More sprinkled across her lap as Annabeth realized she was crying.

“I’m so sorry,” Annabeth sniffled. “I… Percy… I…”

Gaia put her knitting utensils aside and set herself upright in the armchair. “Oh no, what is going on, Annabeth?”

The calming hand on her back did not help the young professional at all. No, Gaia’s honesty and curiosity made it way worse.

“Percy and I… we’re not engaged. We did it because Zeus-” Annabeth tried to confess, but Gaia brushed her off.

“It’s okay, Annabeth. I know,” the old woman smiled.

The tears that smeared her foundation or rather what was left of it ceased to fall. “You what?!”

Shock widened Annabeth’s light gray eyes.

“I knew from the minute you stepped into my house. I’m pretty sure Rhea knows as well.”

Annabeth’s jaw fell open. “B-but how?!” she stuttered and felt like an utter and complete idiot. The first few days had been rough and difficult, but now she thought that Percy and she conveyed the illusion of being a happy couple.

“You were scared of everything including him the minute you arrived,” Gaia warmly smiled. The infectious warm smile of a grandma looking out for her little chicks. Was Annabeth now one of them?

“I knew something was off with that sudden engagement of yours with the way you two behaved. Either you were pregnant, or it was a ruse. Since you are heavily drinking and paper thin, it was clear that there was no pregnancy. You young people truly don’t eat enough anymore,” Gaia shrugged, patted Annabeth’s knee and went back to knitting the sock.

“But now… it all makes sense. You do feel something for each other. Even if you are blind to it for now.” She continued to hum. “I just hope that my dear Perseus will be the young and carefree boy he was all those years ago one day again. And I do believe that you are the key in finding him hidden underneath all those layers and walls he had put up due to his father.”

Annabeth didn’t even close her mouth during the elder’s monologue. Did Gaia seriously connote that she… that Annabeth Chase… might feel something for her soon-to-be boss? Madness. Absolute madness. She took everything she had thought of the friendly old woman in front of her back. Maybe her relatives did have a point, when they decided to brush Gaia off due to her old age.

Annabeth? And feeling something for Percy? If that something was hatred and the utmost rage, absolutely yes. But… anything else? She would receive a hefty sum on her bank account and would put in her two weeks the minute she found a better job in California.

“You know… there is a tale I’d like to tell about men.”

And Annabeth would prefer to place the glass back on the table, throw the heels away, storm out and run to the next airport.

“They are stupid vapid creatures,” Gaia carried on.

Annabeth snorted behind her glass. “That is certainly true,” she agreed and earned an honest grin from Gaia.

“My dear husband Ouranos with whom I had all of my dear children decided one day that one woman was not enough. And that twelve children were not enough.”

Twelve children?! Annabeth's womb just twisted and turned in protest. The shocked expression on Annabeth’s face made Gaia chortle loudly.

“Oh yes, back in my day we were all very fruitful,” Gaia affirmed.

“That sounds horrible,” Annabeth interjected.

“Oh, only the birth part and the eighteen years after it,” the older woman dismissed her which made Annabeth in turn laugh again.

“My father was a farmer and he had one piece of advice: never let someone toy with you. You are not a doll; you are a person with morals and dignity, a person with feelings and dignity. Let no one, especially not a man, treat you like a commodity or something to kick around. Well… when dear Ouranos left me and sought our neighbor with bigger breasts… I taught him that lesson. And I did so with my father’s trusted knife that I hung on the wall afterwards.”

There was no knife displayed on the wall. It was a fucking scythe. Large, frightening, brutal. A golden great long sickle with jagged teeth rested on the wall as if it were ready to cut you up into one thousand pieces. Was there really dried blood stuck on the teeth or was Annabeth’s drunken mind making things up?

“The minute our youngest turned eighteen he took off and was never seen again. And now, should a person, in that case my Perseus, not know how to treat you properly, you know what to do,” Gaia advised and took a sip out of her own glass.

“Uh… you mean threaten to cut his genitals off with a large and sharp family heirloom?” Annabeth’s eyes widened again.

“No, dearie…” Gaia gave it some thought. “Well maybe so, dearie,” she then went on. That made Annabeth chuckle again.

“But demand absolute respect from him. Don’t ask him for it. Demand it. I don’t know how but he has dragged you into our family and expects you to play the perfect fiancé. This will eventually blow up in his face and he will drag you along with him. Teach him a lesson, however.”

“You know what? I will!” With Gaia’s official blessing, Annabeth was all smiles and scheming new plots. If the head of the family gave her the approval of kicking Percy’s ass, she definitely would.

Steps echoed in the fireplace room and Annabeth and Gaia’s heads turned to greet the intruder. They didn’t even realize the door opened and closed again.

Gaia’s younger twin who still had some black streaks in the braids marched into the hall, curious about what the two women in front of her were previously talking about. Gaia’s youngest daughter Rhea had joined them. The large blue floral dress made her seem like she never left the late 1960s and the two long braids only added to that sentiment.

“Mamá, what is going on? By the way Percy is looking for you, Annabeth,” Rhea informed her grandson’s alleged fiancé before taking a seat in front of her and grabbing one of the many balls of yarn in front of her mother. Rhea then went on to play with it as if she was a six-year old.

“Oh no, Rhea, Annabeth and I were just chatting about love and life,” Gaia batted her eyelashes.

“You see, I gave Rhea the same advice about her disgraceful husband when he went out to seek another woman.”

Rhea rolled her eyes behind the large pentagonally glasses. “You and your stories about the scythe, mother,” she sighed.

“I have to make sure the younger generation knows!” Gaia huffed. “I won’t be here for much longer and then-”

“We'll regret all the things we’ve said and done to you, I know mamá, you have been telling me this since I was four years old and spilled my apple juice,” Rhea completed her mother’s sentence.

Rhea’s attention shifted to the smiling blonde in front of her. She grew to like Percy’s fiancé. She had a fire within herself and a backbone, all great things to handle a Theodoropoulos man.

“But my mother is right when she says that the scythe is a trusted tool. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades did scare Kronos with it after he tried some foul things with their sisters. Treated them worse. Did overall horrible things. He never wanted daughters, only sons. Didn’t seem to accept the fact that it was out of my hand.” Rhea squished the ball of light blue yarn in her hand.

“My children were always looking out for me and I will be forever grateful for them. I do hope that you will have the same feelings and love for your children.” It was clear who their father was supposed to be.

“Yes, I hope so as well,” Annabeth squeaked. Did it get hotter in here all of a sudden?

The door opened, and a worried Percy stepped into the fireplace room. “Oh, there you are,” he sighed as he immediately sighted Annabeth’s blonde unruly curls. He had been running from the basement all the way to the roof searching for her. Relief washed over his face like some shower gel from a cheap commercial. Only then did he realize that Annabeth had been cornered by both his nosy grandmother and his even nosier great-grandmother.

“Whatever they’ve been telling you, it’s a lie, it’s wrong and it never happened!” he warned her as he took a seat right next to her.

“Oh please, relax,” Rhea rolled her eyes and threw the wool at her grandson. “We have been talking about mamá’s scythe.”

“Hey!” both Percy and Gaia complained. At least they hadn’t dished out embarrassing stories of him taking off in diapers at night.

“This is expensive! You young people show no respect towards others' belongings,” Gaia cursed.

Annabeth took the blue yarn and placed it back on top of the pyramid of other colors.

“Thank you!” Gaia smiled before she focused on finishing the sock.

“You’ve found your fiancé, Perseus. Now go off back to celebrate and let us old people reminisce about the past and talk.” Rhea lazily waved at them whilst Gaia didn’t even look up from her craft.

“We will,” Percy said while getting up and casually dragging Annabeth along. He kissed both Gaia and Rhea on the cheek, Annabeth threw a hasty “See you in the morning!” over her shoulder before the couple left.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked as he pulled Annabeth aside for a small breather.

She nodded. “It’s just a bit overwhelming with the amount of people that either want to take pictures of us, hope I remember when their youngest kid’s birthday is, or they tell me they hope we have our first baby preferably in less than a year.”

Percy blushed. He didn’t think it was that bad, but then again, men are mostly left out of the baby talk until their mother’s saw that their best friend’s children had their first grandbaby. He truly didn’t have any intention of having a child before the age of forty. He had to save a business from his damned uncle, run and manage said business and preferably find a woman he tolerated enough to marry before he could even think of children.

Percy apologized again. “One week,” he promised her.

“One week,” Annabeth repeated and nodded.

“We’re going in, you’ve missed the high of the party with your talk with my yai yai, but that’s perfectly fine. The first have already left, let’s just mingle for ten minutes or so before we can-”

The door flung open. “There they are!” yelled Hermes who was followed by Zephyrus and Hercules.

None of them had any intention of letting the party stop before five in the morning. It was merely two. The minute Hermes had his sights on Annabeth, he knew that he had found his best drinking buddy aside from Dionysus himself. Oh no, Annabeth thought and rightfully so.

The minutes of calmness and rest next to Gaia did their wonders because Percy and she were thrust back into the party at full force. She didn’t exactly remember when the blackout happened, but it was roughly thirty minutes later. She was drinking, she was dancing, she was completely making a fool out of herself. The hair? A mess. Annabeth herself? Don’t even think about it. She had been dancing with Hermes and Patroclus, Aphrodite accidentally stepped on her foot one time when Ares approached her.

Percy broke his own promise and accepted a fourth glass of wine from Dionysus who insisted on it. That glass was his doom. The last droplet touched his tongue and his world turned into a flashy mist, his consciousness was broken into pieces, fragmented and sprinkled across the floor. Where he was, when he was and who he was were things he couldn’t remember. The only thing that popped up in his mind were waves of solid gold. Was it hair? Could hair truly move like that and possess that texture? And a whiff of lemon with a hint of lavender crawled up his nose. It was an odd combination, but it felt safe and like home. He liked this smell. Where did he smell this before?

Percy didn’t care, he had other matters to attend to. The first thing on the docket was finding the bathroom, he had drunk way too much. The house had weird rules in regard to bathrooms. Was it the left side or the right side that the young men could use? Why did his uncle Hades have to break two sinks in a span of a week when he was sixteen again? Why were women and others allowed to do whatever they wanted? His great-grandma and her weird plans were always set to make him fail somehow. Things that she had thought of decades ago still bore fruit today.

Percy stumbled upstairs and turned right and prayed the doors he was opening were empty bathrooms and not relatives making out. That was just what he needed. The first door he opened was of his great-uncle Oceanus and Tethys who had a face mask on her face and pink curlers up her hair. At least the old people still knew how to behave. He hoped his mother had left the party hours ago. He apologized and closed the door. The next one was an empty bedroom, his even maybe. No, his bedroom was on an entirely different floor. Or was it?

The next bedroom was closed off thank god, but from the sounds on the inside it seemed like cousin Eos and her newest catch Orion had some fun. Disgusting, Percy thought before he moved on. The next door was what he was looking for. A bathroom. Lit up, clean and empty. Empty if it wasn’t for this one woman who was clutching the brims of the polished sink. She was tall, the golden hair equaled a rat nest and her red dress seemed to have witnessed a lot.

“Ugh,” she muttered and looked into the mirror. Her eyes found his immediately.

“Percy?” she turned around.

Oh right. He was Percy Jackson, thirty-one, single, hopefully the new CEO of Atlantic INC., he had a fantastic apartment in the Upper East Side with an amazing view and he was in Greece to impress his family with his fake fiancé in order to secure his father’s legacy. His fake fiancé being Annabeth Chase, a woman he loathed, had to pay a little hush money and hoped would leave the company fairly soon after.

“You’re in the men’s restroom,” Percy then stated.

Annabeth looked around. No, it was not the same bathroom she used in the morning. Oh yeah, Gaia’s weird bathroom rules.

“Honestly who cares?” the junior marketing manager complained. “A toilet’s a toilet, no matter who uses it.”

Percy shrugged. Annabeth had a point but it wasn’t their house so they couldn’t dictate the rules.

“I wanted to retouch my makeup, but I didn’t find my makeup bag.” She walked steadily to Percy, but it was clear to both of them that she had her fair amount of shots in her system.

“Yeah, it’s probably in the other bathroom. Wait, let me use the bathroom for a second and then we can head back to our room and you can look for your makeup.”

Annabeth nodded and waited on the outside while Percy was tending his business. After drying his hands, he opened the door and found Annabeth yawning in front of one of his yai yai’s paintings. It showed the scythe from the fireplace.

“In all honesty, your great-grandmother is an amazing woman. I admire her. Showing kindness and strength each day. How old is she?”

“Turning 106 next October,” Percy smiled at her. “She always said she wanted to live long enough to see her favorite descendants find their own happiness, whatever it may be.”

The softness in his voice made Annabeth’s heart ache. She turned her head back to the painting. She was a nobody. She had no family, no traditions she could upkeep. She didn’t even have a steady relationship in the past five years. Fucking Luke Castellan. He also had to take that from her as well. Make her suffer. That’s what Athena, Friedrich and Luke all thought at the same time. And they all had nearly reached their wicked goal if it hadn’t been for her stubbornness and will to eventually blossom into something else. The first step towards that something else resided within her move to California. She wanted to leave everything and everyone behind and start a new life, somewhere where no one knew her.

A thumb brushed over her cheek. Annabeth looked up to Percy. She hadn’t even realized she was sobbing again.

“Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay,” Percy assured her. His hands found her sides, pulling her into a soft hug.

A true fiancé level hug. Annabeth had never felt that comfortable within a man’s reach. Percy might have been an awful and annoying coworker, but he truly cared about his fellow people. The way they slowly rocked and kept hugging each other reminded her of the school dance work they had put on the floor earlier. But this time it was real. This time there was no one taking pictures or yelling into their ears, or the demand to see a kiss.

Annabeth rested her face in his chest and Percy leaned his head on hers. It was like they had been made for each other. A welcoming scent greeted Percy. Lemon and lavender. The person stuck in Percy’s crumbled mind had been Annabeth. She was his anchor in the havoc his relatives had created in such a short time. He took a deeper breath. It felt reassuring.

“Did you just sniff me?” Annabeth laughed as she pulled away from him.

“You do smell good!” he defended himself with a stupid grin on his mouth.

“Oh, wait you’re super drunk,” she giggled again as she saw his widened pupils that had pushed the darkened sea-green iris away.

“Well, look at you,” he retorted.

They looked at each other. Aside from the bumping music and the noises people made downstairs it had been completely silent. He missed her warmth; she missed his comfort. Neither would have guessed that a simple embrace could offer so much. Neither would have thought they would take it to the next step within a split second.

One last look. A last time sea-green and light-gray met before each set of eyes closed and their lips met with a brutal force in the middle. Their teeth clacked but it didn’t matter to them. What mattered now, was the moment. Forgotten was the alcohol, forgotten were the troubles of past, present and future. Forgotten were the friends and relatives in the building and back in New York.

So... what do you think? 😄 Like I said, this is not the entire chapter 🤷🏾‍♀️ I honestly feel bad for cutting the chapter off because it's really getting more interesting from that point on 💁🏾‍♀️ I'll probably continue working on this once I've published the next act of The Fool 🥳

Also Greek people, if something seems off with this (aside from random English at times lol) hit me up, I definitely have to do more research!

#mel answers #pjo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fanfic #may I introduce you to my beloved wife #mel writes #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy and annabeth #pjo fanfic #percy jackson and the olympians #mel spoils

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Tom watching you interact with an associate's kid and that making him want to have a family with you 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

I love dad!mob!tom...the rest of the blurbs tonight are going to be with him, because I’m so....so....soft for him. thank you for this cute request :’)

– it’s mob monday !! –

It hadn’t taken much of Harrison’s persuading for Tom to allow him to bring his nephew into work for the day. The schedule was quiet—just meetings, negotiations and drawing out some plans—and Tom made sure they hid all the weapons and shoved all the loose rolls of money into the drawers so that everything is child-proofed. For the first few hours, everything is fine.

Just, a little after lunch, Haz’s nephew—little Rory, five years old, blond curls like his uncle—kicks up a fuss. Starts crying, complaining about being bored, kicking off. Tom watches, trying not to smirk too widely as Harrison flaps around, anxiously trying to figure out how to placate his young nephew. Tom texts you the whole time, telling you about how clueless Harrison is, and a few minutes later you appear.

“Do you want me to watch him?” You ask, poking your head around Tom’s office door.

Harrison glances up, relief splitting over his face. “Thank fucking god. Yes.”

You pick up Rory and shoot Tom a wink before walking out, your hands ruffling up the boy’s curls.

Tom finds it hard to concentrate for the next few hours, distracted by the sounds of loud, childish laughter coming from the room beside his office. He’s so off his game that Harrison has to pick up the slack. Eventually, Tom decides he needs a breather, so he shoves the largest stack of papers at Harrison, pats him on the shoulder, and leaves his office. He walks out towards the living room, moving quietly, intrigued to figure out what you’ve been doing so noisily and enjoyably all afternoon.

His breath hitches in his throat as he settles in the doorway, leaning up against it as he watches the scene in front of him: you, Rory, and a huge mess all around you both. There are collections of bad paintings and scrawled drawings, littered toys, even...wonkily iced biscuits…? Tom blinks a few times, snapping out of his daze as his gaze shifts onto you. You’re sat in the middle of it all, cross-legged as you listen to Rory tell you a story. Small gasps of excitement and noises of encouragement come from you every few minutes as you prompt him to continue, looking at the child, utterly enthralled.

Tom feels his heart do a backflip in his chest.

He can’t explain it, but all of a sudden, he’s overcome with the strongest desire to start a family with you. The thought of being able to have this with you—a kid, sharing the best parts of you both— that he can love, and raise, and protect…it’s perfect. Tom imagines your child and tears spring to his eyes almost immediately, taking him completely off guard.

Tom’s always wanted children, but he’d suppressed that desire many years ago. The mob is no place for children. It’s hard, and brutal, and dangerous. He’s known for as long as he’s been leader that he’d never be able to indulge, not like his men around him have. It wouldn’t be fair—too dangerous, too much risk. Not to mention the responsibility that would be passed to whoever his eldest was. Tom would never want to pass such a heavy crown to his child—never.

Just, the house has been child-proofed. Rory is wearing the largest smile that Tom has ever seen, in the centre of the mansion. You’re here, grinning at Harrison’s nephew, your entire figure aglow. Tom wonders, seriously, for the first time in a very, very long time, if it’d be possible.

He thinks about it some more as he watches you play around with Rory, the two of you passing back and forth a tennis ball. Tom finds himself stroking his chin.

You’ve changed a lot of things about Tom’s life since you entered it, many years ago. You’ve made him happier—lighter, less jaded. You’ve made him believe in love again, believe in himself and his abilities as a man. You’re nurtured his heart and helped him grow immeasurably, and….

Tom wants to have kids. He wants to have kids with you, and suddenly it’s the only thing he can think about.

“God, Y/N, thank you so much.” Harrison’s suddenly there, pushing past Tom to scoop up his nephew. Tom isn’t really listening, just watching, absorbed, as you kiss Rory’s forehead and promise he can come over again soon to play again. He’s so out of it that he misses Haz saying his goodbyes, only coming back to earth when you walk over to him and snap your fingers in front of his face.

“Tom? Are you in there?”

He blinks a few times, slowly letting your face draw into focus.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” He reaches out to hold your waist, a small smile finding his lips as you lean up to kiss his cheek. You meet his eyes, and Tom can’t keep it in. He has to know. “Do you, uh, want kids?”

Your expression shifts into one of intrigue as you hum. “Yeah,” you say. You run your fingers over the collar of his shirt. “I’d love kids.”

Tom releases a breath.

“With me?”

You laugh. “Well, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes. “We’d make the cutest kids. Can you imagine them running around? My eyes, your hair…” You reach up and muss up Tom’s hair, causing him to grunt.

“Oi.”

“Shh, pretty boy.” You card your fingers through his hair more gently, your eyes soft. “Why do you ask?”

Tom rolls his thumbs over your sides.

“Watching you with Rory… Made me wonder if we could have that too,” he admits. Tom can feel his cheeks flushing red. “I want it, love. I want it so badly.”

You nod, and Tom’s a little surprised to see tears in your eyes. One of your hands shifts to the back of his head, and you use it as leverage to kiss him, deeply and passionately.

“I would love that,” you say, whispering against his lips. “I want kids with you, Tom. I… I want so many kids with you. I want to raise them with you, and love them with you, and… And I want them to be ours.” You break off, breathing heavily. “I want it more than anything.”

Tom’s eyes are sparkling, and he pushes his forehead to rest against yours. “Now?”

You nod. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now. I want it now.”

You cup his cheek. “You do..?”

“Yeah.” Tom tilts his head and kisses the palm of your hand. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I love you more than I ever thought was possible, and I know I’ll love our kids even more. I want to do this with you, if you’ll let me.”

You kiss him again, lips lingering there.

“Yes,” you say. “Let’s do it.”

Tom breathes out the deepest sigh of relief he’s ever felt. He ends up kissing you, deeper this time, his heart feeling freer than ever before.

“Love you so much,” he mutters.

You deepen the kiss, your tongue teasing his lower lip. “Love you too,” you murmur. You tug at his hair, pulling back to wiggle your eyebrows. “Care to go and start trying?”

#:')))#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader fluff #myblurbs #tomblurbs #mob!tomfic #mob!tomblurbs #dad!tomfic

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Promises Of Life

A Brucinette Fic ~ Idea for this one-shot came from @badwolften.

Cross Posted On My Ao3

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Marinette and Bruce had met when they were little. Marinette’s Nonna Gina had taken her to meet with the Waynes, who were friends of hers. Bruce and Marinette hit it off right away. They became each others most trusted confidant, and they could share just about anything.

When Bruce’s parents were killed? Marinette dropped everything and hopped on the next flight available to Gotham.

When Mari’s school project was ruined by Chloe? Bruce was there to cheer her up and help her put it back together.

When Mari became Ladybug at 13? Bruce was the only one she told.

Eventually, when both of them were sixteen, they met again.

“Look, I like you, and I can tell you like me. Obviously, we’re not ready to settle down yet, but when we both turn 30 and are not either married, engaged or in a relationship? We marry each other. Deal?” Marinette held out her hand, her face innocent and serious.

“Deal.” Bruce pushed her hand aside in order to pull her in for a hug. As he pulled back, he gave her a short kiss on the lips. “There. To hold us over” He said with a smile.

Marinette nodded happily and hugged him, saying goodbye once again.

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Now, 14 years later, and Marinette is wondering what the heck to do with her life next.

She had defeated Hawkmoth five years ago, consoled an incredibly distraught Adrien and had ended up with a boyfriend.

She and Adrien had dated for a year before breaking up due to the spark between them fading. Their relationship had turned into a sibling bond.

Lila had gotten rid of all her friends, with the exception of Kagami, Luka, Adrien and Chloe. Lila had been turned into the police because of proof that she had been willingly working with Hawkmoth.

Marinette didn’t know where to go from there. Until the Kwami offered up an idea.

“Marinette, what if you went somewhere that needs cleansing of bad luck? You can help the world that way!” Tikki chirped, not liking her chosen seeming so lost.

Marinette took a breath. “ You’re right Tikki…. How about… Gotham?” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she recalled the promise she had made years ago.

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Stepping off the plane in Gotham, Marinette glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings as she headed to her hotel.

Walking down the sidewalk with her luggage, Marinette sensed someone following her and she ducked into an alleyway before sweeping the thugs legs out from underneath them and tying them up with a clothesline she grabbed from someone’s balcony.

“Miss, are you alright-“ Batman asked before faltering at seeing Marinette in front of him.

“B… long time no see, right? How long were you planning on keeping this from me?” Marinette leaned against the alley wall, raising an eyebrow at the dark night.

Batman reached up and scratched his neck. “Uh… Coffee tomorrow? That one shop we used to frequent, Pinch of Fortune? The owner, Marie still works there, and the coffee’s still just as good.”

Marinette shook her head softly in agreement. “10 am, I’ll see you there.” She blew a kiss to him before turning out of the alleyway.

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Batman arrived back at the cave, slightly confused. What the heck was Marinette doing in Gotham again? Is she mad at me for not telling her sooner? Why is she even here- OH.

He thought back to the one day where they made a promise. And he realized a couple of things.

One. He was now 30.

Two. He was 30 and still single.

Three. Marinette was back in Gotham, she seemed to be 30 and single and therefore???

He groaned as he made his way into the bat cave, weakly gesturing to his sons to start debriefing.

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Alfred found him soon after he left the cave.

“Does this newly induced panic have something to do with Miss Marinette’s arrival back into Gotham?” Alfred asked, sitting down next to the man he considered a son.

“You knew?” Bruce asked, looking up to Alfred. Alfred nodded in confirmation.

“Now, when are you going to be telling the young masters that you’re pretty much engaged?” Alfred raised an eyebrow with a small smirk.

Bruce groaned again and his head fell back against the table.

“I’m not???”

“Master Bruce, we both know that isn’t true.”

“Alfred, you know me too well.”

“Of course. Who else would there be to tell embarrassing stories of your childhood to your children?”

“Alfred!!!”

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The next morning, Marinette walked out of her hotel and headed towards the coffee shop, excited to hear what had been happening in her best friend (and partial lover)’s life since she last talked to him.

She sat down and ordered a mocha for herself and a latte for Bruce, the same way he had liked it since they were young.

“Marinette!” Bruce sat down in the chair across from her. “So… how are you doing?” He chuckled nervously.

“Pretty decent. Figured I’d come here to cleanse some of the bad luck, but y’know.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry, cleanse bad luck??”

“…That’s a story for another time, anyways, how about you?” Marinette deflected the question.

“Well, my uh, protecting duties are one thing… I have three adopted sons, one biological son and an adopted daughter.”

Marinette snorted. “You always did talk about wanting a big family.”

He nodded. “So… speaking of family… that promise we made when we were 16… is it still valid?”

“Only if you want it to be…?” She started fidgeting in her chair.

“Only if you do as well.”

Marinette let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “And what if I do?”

“Then I can do this.” Bruce stood up, helped her out of her chair, pulled her closer to him and kissed her, making up for the years that they hadn’t been together. Because now they were together, and that’s what mattered in the end. They had kept and followed through on their promises.

#Maribat #Brucinette #bruce wayne #marinette dupain cheng #bruce wayne x marinette dupain cheng #good dad bruce wayne

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lettersinscarlet · 3 years

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Sleepyhead (Obey Me! Lucifer Imagine)

Alright so here’s the continuation of me transferring things, but hey! At least I’m getting there. Once again, will people be concerned that I’m writing about Lucifer? Well, yes, but then again, fandom things...

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You groaned when your alarm went off, blindly reaching to turn it off. You finally got the stupid thing to stop making noise, and you leaned back in bed. Last night, you stayed up all night with Levi, trying to finish a chapter in his newest game. It turns out that you were a good playing partner for him, even if all you contributed was good commentary.

The night before that, Satan has asked you to help him out in the library. He had a paper due and he needed to do some research, so you helped him comb through books, looking for some supporting proof for his claim.

Later today, you had a shopping trip scheduled with Asmo. You weren’t sure if you were buying clothes for him or for you, but it was still going to be fun.

Yesterday, you helped Mammon study for a few of his upcoming tests. It was a struggle, but somehow, you managed to get him to focus long enough for him to study.

Two nights ago, Beel had awaken you and asked if you could make him a midnight snack. Somehow, Beel loved your cooking, and that was a miracle in itself. Beel’s snack ended up being a full meal. When you went back to bed, you barely got two hours of sleep.

Yesterday afternoon, Belphie was having a bit of trouble going to sleep. Beel wasn’t home yet and he was a little uneasy, so he asked if you could be there. He ended up falling asleep at your side, and every time you would move, he would wake up. You were in a difficult position so it was hard for you to get any sleep in either.

You loved helping out with the brothers. At this point, it was like they were your own family. So whenever they asked you for help or included you, you were more than happy to be there. You were just starting to get a little tired. You hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a little bit.

Your schedule was more clear today than it had been in the past. You had that shopping trip with Asmo and then Lucifer asked to see you later that day.

Groggily, you got up and started getting ready for your day at RAD. There were a few quizzes that day, but nothing too extreme. The day went by pretty slowly, so when that final bell rang, you got excited. You went to your room to change, and Asmo was standing by your door.

“Are you excited?” he asked, and you could somehow see little hearts around his head.

“Definitely! Just let me change,” you said, going to open your door.

“Oh please, pretty please, will you let me pick your outfit?” he asked. You waited for a second before sighing.

“Go ahead,” you said, knowing that it would take forever for him to piece together said outfit.

He sprinted past you, heading straight to your closet and he started looking through your clothes. Most of the stuff you had were things Asmo had gifted to you. You had tried to use some of the money that you made to buy some clothes, but you didn’t go shopping much unless someone took you.

Fifteen minutes later, Asmo came out of the closet with an adorable outfit. Of course, he would know what would look best. It took him another hour to do your makeup and hair, and you only let him do it because he practically begged to.

Eventually, you guys left, and you had a lot of fun. First, he took you for some food, and then you guys went and found some outfits. He got a few things for himself and he found a couple of things for you.

When you got back to the House of Lamentation, you were almost exhausted. You had tons of fun with Asmo, but that lack of sleep was starting to catch up to you. Asmo dropped you back off at your room, where you wiped off your makeup and changed into something a bit more comfortable. Your plan was to meet with Lucifer, and then come back into your room to crash.

You messaged Lucifer and he told you to wait outside his office and that he’d be there in a moment. You made the walk to his office and you were surprised that you beat him there. You leaned against the wall, waiting for him to show up.

All of the exhaustion hit your body at once, and you eye started to blink closed. You fell asleep, leaning against the wall.

Lucifer walked up a few minutes later, and he smiled when he saw you. When he got closer, he realized that you passed out, and he chuckled to himself. Quickly, he pulled out his D. D. D. and took a few pictures. He tucked it away and opened the door to his office. He went over to you and gently picked you up. When he grabbed you, you curled up into him more, still staying asleep. He carried you into his office and placed you on the couch near the fireplace. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you. He walked back to his desk and started working on some paper work while you slept.

A few hours later, you woke up with a smile on your face. You snuggled down into the blanket and curled up. That’s when your eyes flew open, as you realized you didn’t know where you were or remember how you fell asleep. You sat up and stuck your hands out, feeling your surroundings. You turned and you saw Lucifer smiling at you.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he greeted you with a laugh.

“When did I get here?” you asked, getting up and walking to sit in a chair in front of his desk.

“I came and I saw you asleep against the wall, so I carried you in here. I figured that my brothers wouldn’t disturb you if you were in here, and I let you sleep.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep, I was just so-“

“Shh,” he quieted you, and you stopped. “It’s okay. I figured you were tired, once I pieced together what your schedule was. You’ve been pulling a lot of late nighters, so it’s understandable that you would be tired,” he said. “In the future, any time you need to sleep without being bothered, you can come in my office. Just message me first,” he offered.

“Thanks,” you whispered. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I, um, that’s unimportant now. But you can hang out in here, if you want.”

So, now that you were rested, you hung out with Lucifer for awhile. You guys were talking, laughing, and having a nice time. You realized that Lucifer was beautiful when he laughed. His fave would light up, his eyes sparkling, and the sound was deep and melodious. You found yourself wanting to see that smile some more.

Eventually, you got a message on your D. D. D. from Satan, asking where you were. You checked the time and you saw that it was super late.

“I’m sorry, Lucifer, but I think I have to go to my room now. In a few hours, it will be time for RAD again,” you informed him.

“You could stay and maybe skip your first class,” he suggested. You looked at him, feigning surprised, before you spoke.

“Is THE Lucifer suggesting that I skip class?” you asked. The two of you laughed and he shook his head.

“Don’t say it like that. You make me sound like Mammon,” he told you.

“I didn’t mean to upset THE Lucifer,” you replied, a devilish glint appearing in your eyes.

“(Y/N),” he warned, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Oh is THE-“

Lucifer quickly got up and started tickling your sides, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles. He was laughing, too, and he stopped so you could catch your breath. You were still laughing, and you looked and you realized how close you were. Both of your laughing slowly died out, and you were just looking into each other’s eyes. Gently, the two of you were moving closer and closer-

A knock on the door startled the both of you, causing you and Lucifer to jump back. Lucifer straightened himself up in enough time for Diavolo to open the door.

“I heard some noise coming from in here. Is everything okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. You snickered and then you covered your mouth with your hand. Lucifer glanced down at you and grinned before he addressed Diavolo.

“Yes, everything is alright,” he assured him. Diavolo glanced at you uncertainly before he said his goodbyes and closed the door behind himself. You busted out laughing and Lucifer did, too. You stood up walking closer to him.

“I guess that’s a sign for me to go,” you said, looking at him. You gave him a smile and went to walk out the door.

“Wait!” he called, he rushed over to you and spun you back around. You were pulled close to him, and you were looking at him. He brought up his hand and gently cupped your face. He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, and your eyes fluttered shut. He deepened the kiss slightly, before pulling away.

“Goodnight,” he whispered before he kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him and smiled again.

“I guess I need to put some more time in my schedule to hang out with you,” you whispered.

“Friday night?” he asked. You nodded and he grinned. You gave him a small wave before you walked out of the door, closing it behind you. You stopped in front of the door and brought your fingers to your lips, tracing them. You slowly walked off to your room, giddily thinking about what Friday night would be like.

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Hope Mikaelson x Ethan Fell (Legacies)

Requested by anonymous

"Thanks for volunteering to help me out," Ethan says as they hang up bags of sweets to the top of the prize stand.

Hope smiles over at him and shrugs. "It's no problem. I have..." her eyebrows furrow, "pretty much nothing else going on, actually."

They both laugh, and Ethan nods like he gets it. She supposes with his arm being out of commission for those few weeks he probably does get it. Mystic Falls High will want proof that he is in perfect condition again before they'll even consider letting him continue on with the team, which means no practice, no tryouts. No anything.

There's a little twinge of guilt in her chest but she buries it back down, knowing there was nothing she could have done. Something just went wrong. It doesn't matter that she has no doubt that magic was somehow involved in his arm getting hurt -- at the Salvatore School, nothing is ever just a coincidence. When something bad happens, something supernatural is involved, it's just how it goes.

"And," Hope says, rolling her eyes, "honestly, I felt kinda bad for you. You just looked so stressed, with an armful of cotton candy."

Ethan laughs again, evidently unable to help himself. Hope swears a flush creeps up his neck.

"Thanks," he says, with a drop of sarcasm, then adds, "You're not wrong. Without practice, my summer schedule was empty, and I... somehow got roped into helping with this funfair thing? I - I don't know how either, honestly, I think Maya signed me up as a joke before she left."

"That sounds like something she'd do," Hope agrees, grinning.

Ethan just hums his agreement. He turns back to the bag in his hand, mindlessly reaching up and hooking it up. His expression has changed though, his smile almost fading entirely without Hope's full attention on him. But she still notices, and she frowns. It's obvious he's missing his mom and Maya. They only left two weeks ago.

Hope plays with the plastic-tie that's wound around the top of one of the bags, keeping it sealed. The sky is still light, and there's barely a cloud in sight. With the funfair opening in a half hour, there will still be plenty of daylight afterwards for at least a few hours.

She stretches up, trying not to wobble as she does, reaching to hook up her last bag of mint chocolate pretzels. She can't quite reach far enough, and she is definitely wobbling from what she can gather. Her free hand quickly catches the top of the ladders to steady herself.

"Oh, hey. Here" --Ethan hurries to climb down his own ladders-- "I can get that."

Hope tries to protest. "It's fine, I can get it. It's just" --she tries to stretch back up again but she's just a few inches off, and a muscle in the back of her legs is threatening to bring her back down if she goes up any further-- "Yeah, you know what? You can do it. I'm good."

She climbs down and hands the bag over to him. Ethan's up and hanging it on the hook then climbing back down in seconds. When he rejoins her on the ground, standing in front of her, she smiles at him.

"Thanks," she says.

"No problem," Ethan says. "Couldn't risk you getting hurt; you're the only good quarterback Mystic Falls High has left now."

Hope scoffs, then laughs, her eyes widening as he grins at her. Clearly, he's teasing. They're both well aware that her skills on the field are sub-par at best and astounding at worst.

"You're funny!" she jokes back, nodding with mock enthusiasm then says, "But there is no way I am joining that team unless you're the quarterback." When Ethan raises his eyebrows, she answers with the obvious, "Well, I need someone whispering what all of the terms mean and when I should go long."

"All right, you know what?" Ethan places his hands on her shoulders, holding her gaze with a sparkling smile. It makes her heartbeat jump and heat spreads out above, across her chest, but she keeps her cool on the outside. "I am teaching you all of the basics. I know you could do it! You just... need some help."

"Hm. Like you with painting?" she replies, arching an eyebrow at him.

Ethan falters. Hope nods with a telling smile.

"Yeah," she confirms. "I was in that class with you. And, honestly, I'm a little scared to know what kind of birds you've been seeing if that's what you think an owl looks like."

Dropping his hands from her shoulders -- and inadvertantly giving Hope the ability to breathe a little easier again -- Ethan fumbles to defend himself. "It - it was... owl-ish."

Hope stares at him, unblinking, and flat in tone when she says, "It had three wings."

"That was its beak."

"And no eyes."

"It had eyes! They just... happened to look exactly like its markings."

"Mhm." Hope just nods, not breaking her stare.

Ethan rolls his eyes, but his mouth is twitching up at the corners. "All right, there is definitely room for my artistic abilities to improve."

Hope smiles back now, smugly. "It's okay. I can teach you the basics."

Perking up, Ethan actually looks thrilled at that idea. "Really?"

She nods, and he is downright delighted. It secretly brings Hope a little bit of joy seeing him this way. At least he's not dwelling on things. And neither is she, she supposes. If they're both distracted, then they don't have time to think about the bad things going on in the back of their minds.

"It would be a waste of a perfectly good summer if neither of us had any plans," Hope tells him, to which he agrees. They get back to work with the fair, setting up the prizes and making sure everything else is in order before people actually start arriving.

They're technically the first two there aside from the rest of the planning and decorating committee and the crew who brought and set up the heavy machinery. Deciding to start their summer of distraction, they stick around for a bit, playing some of the games. Winning the prizes is surprisingly a lot easier when you helped set up the game.

Hope doesn't know how to feel when Ethan wins another prize -- a medium-sized, fluffy teddy bear -- and gives it to her with this look in his eyes and this smile that she can't not smile back at. But she knows she holds onto that bear the entire way around the fair, and when she finally leaves him to go back to the house, she sets it on her bed before going downstairs to join Jeremy for something to eat.

She ignores his questions about it. She ignores his questions about the boy who walked her to the path and lingered for five minutes saying goodbye. When she eventually goes to bed to try and get some sleep in preperation for whatever monster is inevitably going to rear its head at them tomorrow, the soft fur of the bear is surprisingly comforting.

It actually makes it easier to drift off for once without her mind being completely occupied by thoughts of everything that could go wrong. Instead falling asleep wondering where she could try and help Ethan with his painting, and dreaming up scenarios of him trying to help her learn the ways of a quarterback.

#legacies #hethan #hope mikaelson #hope x ethan #ethan legacies #ethan fell #ethan machado #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#I actually love them #maybe it's just because I love both of them individually so I love them even more together #but either way this was fun #oh and also in case the mention of jeremy is confusing I have decided that this is part of an au I'm writing #where instead of everyone remembering so quickly and her going back to the school she stays with jeremy #because he is Resident Hunter they need his help with the monsters and also he's staying in caroline's old house #it's a whole thing just go with it

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himitsu-luna · 3 years

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Umbrella

♪~ Now playing - Love Song, by Nct 127 ~♪

Warnings: none

Pairing: Doyoung x reader

Genre: fluff/ friends to lovers

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— "Ohh great! It's raining!", you say out loud, standing in front of the small convenience store you've just left, while watching huge water drops hitting the ground. This ordinary statement may look harmless, but you were able to make it sound almost like a curse.

You hate when it rains. The thunders scare you, your feet get all soaked inside of your shoes, the traffic turns into a mess of impatient beeping cars, the bright and warm sun is gone, the day loses its colors and becomes gloomy, and you see your mood instantly turning gray like the sky.

Your plans were simple, easy, error proof. Step one: walk to the convenience store, ten minutes away from your home by foot. Checked. Step two: buy ingredients to bake the chocolate chip cookies you woke up craving this morning. Checked. Step three: go back home, prepare everything, and eat the cookies while watching a good drama. Big fail. You now are stuck, unable to give one step out of your shelter. You blame yourself for not having an umbrella. But who would imagine that the beautiful clean blue sky could unleash such a massive waterfall today? "Well, all I can do now is wait" - you finally say to yourself, tired of giving the rain angry glances and accepting that this is a much better option than throwing a tantrum.

After five minutes of a boring waiting, you see from afar a familiar lean and elegant figure walking towards you, under a enourmous black umbrella. You heart skips a beat when the man gets closer and you visualize better the perfect shaped features of his face. It's Doyoung.

Doyoung and you are acquantances since high school, and now you're taking the same course at college. You say "acquantances" because you could never consider yourself close to THE Doyoung. Even though you two interact quite a lot, Doyoung is like an untouchable legendary being. He is the crush of half of the campus, and just because the other half still didn't have the opportunity to meet him. You, of course, is part of the first group.

— "Hey! Y/N!! Hello!! – you see Doyoung waving his slender free hand at you, while approaching more and more. "Hi Doyoung!", You answer, when he is already in front of you, near enough to be able to hear your shy voice. "What are you doing standing here?", he asks you, leaning a bit to get to your eyes' level. "Ah, I'm waiting for the rain to stop, so I can go home. I have no umbrella, you know, hehe". Doyoung straights his back again, and looks at the sky, showing off his long and gorgeus neck, to which you give a quick glance before looking down, timidly. "Hmmm.." – Doyoung stars talking again – "This rain won't stop anytime soon, you know?... Do you... Want me to take you home?" . You freeze for a second, still processing his proposal. You're about to refuse it though, because you don't want to bother him, but he just pulls you under his umbrella and you walk away side by side, arms touching, stepping on the wide water puddles on the street – "Let's go! I can't just let you here", he says with his soft voice.

–"Oh my God, what is happening? Please heart, you're going to give me out!", you think, still not believing you are so close to Doyoung. You walk some blocks in silence, when he suddenly asks you if he can carry your shopping bags for you. You refuse a million times, but he is as stubborn as you, and manages to snatch it from your hands. He steal a glance at its inside, and gives a little chuckle -"Ohh y/n! I see you still like these sour candies no one likes! hahaha". You could feel offended, but you got happily surprised. You didn't know that such a trivial and random fact about you was known to him. Actually, not even your best friends knew about your eccentric taste in candies. You can't help but feeling flattered somehow, trying to hide a fool smile from him.

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1st year of high school

Doyoung was a new student at the school. He knew no one, and was wandering alone through the school building, looking for something to eat at the break time. He saw a little vending machine in a dark corner near the stairs, and he went there to buy some chocolate. For his disappointment, the machine was mean. It stole his money and gave him no candy. Looking defeated with a empty stomach, he turned around to go back to the class, when you suddenly appeared, slaping the machine at some specific place, making it spit a chocolate bar right away. Doyoung grabed his prize and looked at you. He immediately noticed two things. Your warm, kind and pretty face, and a half eaten green sour candy in your right hand. His heart started beating faster as he introduced himself to you, and yours was in the same state as his, as he showed you his cute gummy smile.

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Still walking your way to your house, you sneakily try to look at his face, but, for your surprise and shock, he is looking directly at the top of your head. "You... Changed your shampoo?", he asks you, with a curious look in his eyes. "Oh yes! After years using the same brand, I decided to change it! But wait, how do you know that??", you reply, and the confusion is clear in your tone. "It's just... not the same smell. But I still like it". His poker face is really difficult to read, although you can swear you saw some hint of red tinting his pale cheeks for a second. However, all you think as an answer is a plain "Thank you", before you fall in silence again.

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2nd year of high school

Doyoung and you were lab partners at Science classes. Doyoung loved it, since he got the opportunity to be close to you. You never noticed his amused sparkling eyes looking at you while you excitedly explained him the subject. In one of these blessed classes, while paying attention to a glass filled with a purple liquid in front of you , you two got so close that the scent of your hair mightly hit Doyoung's senses, inebriating him. "Apple". That was his only thought until the conclusion of the class.

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– "We are almost at your house, right? We just need to turn left there and you'll be safe and sound!" , Doyoung said, in a strangely melancholic way. "Yes! That's right! That's... Right. Oh, so you know where I live?". You were confused. You've just noticed that you never told him where your house was, and he literally guided you there without any instructions. He seems startled by your question, as he answers it, scratching the back of his neck: - " ahh..this... I saw you leaving your house once. So yes, I know." You keep in silence again, but this time you can feel his body becoming warmer and warmer through the few layers of clothes that keep your arms from really touching each other.

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3rd year of high school

Doyoung was on his way to school, when a gorgeous tree, loaded with pink blooming flowers, grabbed his attention. He stopped to give a good look at it, but suddenly his eyes decided to focus on a beautiful figure, your figure, the one he knew so well, leaving the yellow house in front of the big tree. He was hypnotized. Thousands of petals were dancing over you, guided by the soft spring wind. It was almost like the winter snow, even though your bright sunny smile at the sky reminded him of a happy summer day, and the increasing warmth inside of his chest felt like the cozy Autumn. With that vision he got the confirmation. He was completely in love with you.

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You stop in front of your house. Now you're facing each other, still squeezed under the black umbrella, the rain insistently pouring over you. It's time to say goodbye, but the farewell just refuses to leave both of your mouths. You, then, finally say, getting your bags back from his hands -"Well, I need to enter now. I'm baking some cookies." "Are you going to put some walnuts in your cookies? I know you love them!", Doyoung says, innocently, getting you by surprise again. "Doyoung, I'm actually really admired! I... I didn't know you knew so many little details about me. You must be a really observant person!", you wrapped your phrase like that, talking more to yourself than to him, trying to not be delusional about it.

Doyoung takes a deep breath. For a minute, he keeps his eyes shut. When he finally opens them, you see their tenderness filling your soul, as he starts to speak :"y/n, I'm only observant when it comes to you. I know a lot of things about you. I know you scrunch your nose when you don't like something; I know you bite your nails when you're feeling anxious; I know your favorite color is orange because your favorite fruit is also orange; I know you're bad at remembering dates, so you have them all written down in your notebook; I know you dislike horror movies, cry at sad movies and get excited over hero movies; I know you speak while sleeping, but only when you're too tired; I know you have this little moon shaped birth mark at your shoulder, and you are proud of it ." He stops to take a breath. Your heart is pumping faster than ever. He moves his free arm and reaches for your hand, intertwining his slim fingers with yours. At the same time, he gives a short step towards you, reducing the distance between your bodies to almost zero. His face slowly gets closer and closer to yours, and you can feel his mint breath as he start talking again: "And I know... I know you like me as much as I like you." This being said, Doyoung, all of sudden, drops the umbrella that was protecting you two, and cups your face with both of his hands. While you get drenched by the rain, your lips land on each other's and melt into a sweet, slow paced and long kiss, full of affection and passion. He carefully breaks the kiss apart, and gives you a cheeky smile, while moving his hands to your waist : "I also know you hate when it rains, and you hate to get soaked, so I'm sorry for this". You laugh lightly, replying before pulling him for another kiss : "I guess you finally got something wrong. I actually really love when it rains".

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nishimochas · 3 years

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❁﹝ enha!tegories ﹞

‣ ⒈ enhypen as some of my favorite cottagecore-esque songs.

❁﹝ lee heeseung as like the dawn by the oh hellos. ﹞

“ and like the dawn, you broke the dark and my whole earth shook. i was sleeping in the garden when i saw you. ”

light crept through the windows over your slumbering figure, heeseung's eyes steady over your face, studying every curve, angle, every dip and crevice. a sigh escapes him, content, as his fingers brush over your features in a soothing manner. the soft simper he wore blooms into a smile as your eyes begin to flutter open. you share his smile with a sleepy one of yours and snuggle closer to his frame.

"good morning, sunshine."

the moniker is met with a chuckle as he leans in to press a gingerly kiss on your crown. your arms circle his frane loosely, savoring the warmth. heeseung's heart swells when his eyes meet yours. he knows he hasn't yet seen a more beautiful sight, and he doubts such a sight to even exist in earth.

to wake up next to you for all the mornings of his life, to have you as his first sight with each break of dawn – nothing would ever compare.

“ you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen. ”

× 🌼 ×

❁﹝ jay park jongseong as home by jacob banks ﹞

“ so baby, baby, won't you let me in? i'm knocking on your door so let me in. i just need someone to love, i just need someone to hold. ”

the afternoon had been quaint, pleasant and proper enough for a leisurely nap. you curled up within the blankets as your system drowns out the tv noise, thoughts drifting away. as if in instinct, your hand reaches for the mess of pillows by your side – where jay usually sits, limbs in a tangle with yours as you both doze off. you couldn't hold back a sigh; it wasn't quite like home without him there.

buzz buzz.

you check your phone for the notification. an immediate smile tugs on the corner of your lips upon reading the message.

[ from: jjongddaengie 😎 ]

i'm almost home, baby. wait for me?

and so you set your phone aside and envelope yourself with the soft fabric, fighting the urge to giggle in anticipation. as the white noise of the movie you half paid attention to lulls you to sleep, you enter oblivion in the knowledge that in not very long, jay will come back home and see you as you are. you know you'll be greeted with two arms around your waist and a kiss on the shoulder; and at that moment, you know you'll always find home right where he is.

“ i need someone to kiss goodnight, and to give my heart a home. ”

× 🌼 ×

❁﹝ jake shim jaeyoon as coffee by beabadoobee ﹞

“ don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed; i'll make a cup of coffee for your head, i'll get you up and going out of bed ”

nights like these, when it is calm and the winds are gentle, are best enjoyed with a cup of hot coffee. it's become a habit for you jake to lounge on your front porch, each with a steaming cup with hand as you two chat about everything there is under the sun and beyond. this night was not very different; same seat, same sweaters, same mugs, only this time, there was complete silence between the two of you.

you'd expected it to be tense, for an unsettling echo of quiet to descend between you. but much to your surprise, this... this was comfortable.

"jakey?"

"yes, love?"

you breath almost hitches at his answer – no matter how many times he's been affectionate with you, it'll always feel special. different. like there was no other soul in the entire universe who could ever say it the way jake does.

you take a sip from your coffee cup and glance back at him, wearing a proud grin only he could ever give you.

"let's do this more often."

“ won't you come down and get me? i like it when you hold me tight. ”

× 🌼 ×

❁﹝ park sunghoon as yellow by coldplay ﹞

“ look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do; yeah, they were all yellow. ”

driving out at such an ungodly hour was, prior to being an impulse, something you and sunghoon have given much thought to. it was only when the two of you were still wide awake after having tried everything that you hopped into the car for your late night escapade. a song you weren't familiar with played in the radio station to fill the silence, but you were far too focused on counting the billboards to notice.

"twenty two... twenty three... ooo look, it's one of those ads about billboard ads–"

you roll down the car window to see further out, still counting under your breath each time you pass one by. he glances to his side and sees you; you two looked so cliche, almost straight out of a music video. he pulled over at an empty park and your displeasure was immediately made known.

"hey, i wasn't done counting..."

sunghoon chuckles from the driver's seat and pulls you in by the wrist, lips pressing softly against your temple in the most delicate of brushes.

"you can go back to counting when i'm done kissing you."

“ your skin and bones turn into something beautiful. do you know i love you so? ”

× 🌼 ×

❁﹝ kim sunoo as strawberry blonde by mitski ﹞

“ i love everybody because i love you – i dont need the city and i dont need proof. all i need, darling, is a life in your shape; i picture it, soft, and i ache. ”

the sun was especially kind today – it's warmth remained watchful over the grass you and sunoo sat on, but through a veil of clouds so as to not be so glaring. the perfect day for a picnic, as he said so himself. he always goes all out for them; whatever you craved for, he had it all. you looked through his basket with a giggle, noticing a few delicacies he doesn't usually bring.

"why macaroons?", you ask while helping him set up the mat and the containers.

"didn't you say you wanted macaroons last week? i thought i should bring some for you! i tried baking them but they didn't turn out very nice–"

his babbling was halted with a macaroon to the mouth, sending you both into a fit of laughter. you'll never get tired of how considerate he is, how much he pays attention to the things you say and how much sunoo truly cares. you popped a strawberry macaroon into your own mouth and rested your temple against his shoulder. now, you couldn't help but wonder: would it have tasted better if he made it?

“ look at you, strawberry blonde – fields rolling on, i love it when you call my name. ”

× 🌼 ×

❁﹝ yang jungwon as santa monica dream by angus and julia stone ﹞

“ goodbye to my santa monica dream – fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine. you tell me stories of the sea, and the ones you left behind. ”

it's nearing three in the afternoon and jungwon's just about finished with helping you pack. he ushers the last suitcase out and into the car where your father waits for you. it wasn't difficult to tell that he was trying to avoid your gaze.

"hey..." you take his hand in yours, making him see you eye to eye. there's something quite crestfallen with how he looked at you; you had to go and pursue your dream away from home, he knew that, and he was happy for you. but you knew him better than that.

"i'll miss you, dork."

he could only give you a little smile, but it was more than enough. you look behind him and see the fridge door, battered with polaroids, receipts and letters. reminders of you, so he'll never forget.

you wave goodbye and so does he, not caring at all to wipe the tear streaking down his cheek. he'd miss you so and you all the same, but no matter where you are, or where you'll go – jungwon knows he'll be dreaming of you each and every night.

“ i'm singing songs about the future, wondering where you are. ”

× 🌼 ×

❁﹝ ni-ki nishimura riki as kiss me by sixpence none the richer ﹞

“ nightly, beside the green, green grass. swing, swing, swing the spinning step, you wear those shoes and i will wear that dress. ”

"hurry, we'll miss the fireworks!"

ni-ki half dragged you through the open venue, clad only in socks and you in his shoes with you broken heels in one hand. you could barely hold your laughter; you'd assume the punch had no alcohol, but given how giddy you were, it wouldn't have been surprising if it were revealed to be booze.

"cinderella! wanna get out of here?", he shouted beside you, the sentiment almost drowned out by the cacophony of fireworks and cheer. you took him by the wrist and maneuvered you two through the crowd. he'd figured that was a yes. you two found a cozy nook under the garden tree, spending the rest of the prom night watching from afar and laughing at his dirty socks.

"man, i'm seriously convinced that thing had alcohol in it." he laughs and nods along, peering over for a better view of your face.

"is that why you're so pink, then? drunk blush?"

immediately flustered, you hurry to cover your warm cheeks with two hands. another laugh escapes him – you almost expected him to tease you. but instead, ni-ki takes your hands away from your face, nudging your chin up so your eyes will meet his. you couldn't miss the smug grin he wore even if you wanted to.

"hey, kiss me."

“ lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance; silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me. ”

❁ :: i'm honestly kinda disappointed in this HSHSB brain go brr, but i hope u guys like it 🥺💕 (edit: i really should have proofread this wow)

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writtenbyblair · 4 years

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#28: What we want

Summary: Catching up with an old friend, you end up finding out that the people who matters never really leave you.

“Believe me you’ll love it!” Said your friend, grabbing your arm.

After being roommates for 5 years at MIT, you were used to her crazy last-minute plans. It had been a while since you last got to see each other. Indeed, after college, you left as you had found a job on the West coast and one thing leading to another, plus busy lives, made you lose touch.

“Should have deleted my Instagram before you found me.” You joked.

“Come on, it’s going to be fun. They call it an immersive restaurant. You participate in the making of your meal, a true experience.”

That’s definitely something you would only find in L.A.

You kept walking for a while and reached the street where the place was located. At first sight, the frontage didn’t look like much, hiding the gem inside.

Once the door pushed, you stepped into a modern room in shades of teal, gold and black. Magnificent lighting glass balls were hanging over a unique massively long wood table. As soft lounge music was playing in the background, you gave your names to the head waiter who led you to your seats.

“Hello Ladies, I’ll be your waiter tonight.” The short man handed you a single page menu. “The exclusive meals will be unveiled as the evening goes on. We’ll start at 8.30 as all the clients will be eating at this table. Meanwhile, what would you like to drink?”

“I’ll take a Metropolitan.” Picked your friend.

If there was one thing that made you uncomfortable it was making a decision when the staff member was waiting.

“Uh, I’ll take that too please.”

“You like that cocktail now?” Asked your friend surprised.

You shook your head: “I panicked.” Causing both of you to laugh, you added: “I’m going to go change it.”

“I come with you, I have to go to the bathroom.”

The place had become way more busy in just a few minutes. Making your way to the bar, you felt a sudden pain in your arm.

“What was this for?”

“Coming to your left.”

Recognising the old ‘boy alert’ nudge from uni time, you elevated your chin, but nothing. Looking at your old time bestie, you asked for more precision: “Who? Where?”

She got weirdly silent.

You turned your head and your heart made a backflip.

Too late.

“Y/N.”

Time had had no effect on him. Apart from his hair being shorter, he looked the same as when you last saw him. A nostalgic feeling tightened your throat at this thought.

“Mac?”

You couldn’t tell how many seconds went on before one of you moved.

“Sorry” He blinked a few times before giving you a quick hug. “It’s been a while.” The feeling of his hands pressed against your back suspended time for a short moment.

“Remember me?” Asked your friend.

“Of course, you two were always together back then.”

A gong echoed in the room marking the dinner’s start.

Without another word, you all joined your respective chair. Sitting between two women in their fifties, you couldn’t help glancing at the edge of the table.

When it comes to the meal, you had little idea of what you were eating. Something about sprouted mushrooms and rare fifth talon in sample portions.

As you tried to counterbalance the void in your stomach by lots of sparkling water, you excused yourself and headed towards the restrooms.

You ended up in a narrow lobby where two doors were located at the end. Before going out, you washed your hands and found yourself readjusting a piece of hair. You opened the door and came face to face with Mac.

As you walked past him, his hand brushed yours. Although this was due to the relatively small space, you could feel the redness colouring your cheeks.

You must admit that once back at the table, you regretted just walking away, not engaging the conversation. It’s just that there were so many things to say, to ask. And after all, he could have done it too, but he didn’t.

“Hey Y/N, do you have a plaster? These heels are killing me.”

“Some things never change.” You chuckle, remembering how you used to carry everything in your bag whenever the two of you would go on a night out.

Rummaging in the mess that your leather item was supporting the weight of, your hands landed on a napkin that wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Don’t trust her”

The sharp shape of the letters was the same that was annotated all over your physics note back then.

You looked towards Mac who was speaking with a man older than him.

“You have it?”

“Uh,” you scratched your forehead. Burying the paper at the bottom of your bag, you found what she asked for.

“Here.” You handed her the band-aid with a weak smile.

At the 5th course served, your attention was definitely not on the food anymore. Why would he resurface after 9 years? And why would he tell you that?

It was enough. Even the tiny portions didn’t sit well with your stomach right now.

“Are you all right? You’ve been so quiet.”

“Yes, probably one of these ingredients isn’t much appreciated by my stomach.” You faked a laugh. “I’m sorry, could we reschedule?”

“Something happened?”

You picked up your bag. “I prefer—“ She grabbed your hand and her face had changed like day and night.

“Why don’t you sit back and tell me what has gotten into you?”

He was right. You looked for Mac, but his seat was empty.

One thing was sure though, you would not listen to her. You visualised the table, considering what your free hand could grasp. You felt the stares of your chair neighbours.

As you were about to get hold of the nearby candlestick, a gunshot exploded.

The loud and unexpected sound causing people to run everywhere was enough to made her disappear.

Suddenly, you felt fingers wrapping yours, sweeping you along. Still stunned by the buzzing sound in your ears, you realised whose hand was holding yours.

“By the window.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“By the window?!” You repeated, hoping you had misheard what he said.

“Have I ever made you do something crazy?” Honestly, you could have named dozens of these, but judging by the chaos in the restaurant and the close police sirens, it was definitely not a good moment.

You stepped on the small balcony and replied sarcastically: “No, never.”

He chuckled. Bringing back his focus to the platform he was aiming for, you saw a fraction of hesitation on his face.

Still, he landed right on it.

You removed your heels and considered the void below.

“LAPD.”

You took a deep breath and jumped.

The cold metal caused your left foot to slip, but a stronger strength had already secured your waist.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I do this every day.”

“I saw that.” Being aware of the closeness in which you were standing, Mac dropped his hands. “We should probably go.”

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You squeezed the back of your neck, full of knots. Now that your body was at rest, your mind had time to process what had happened under only two hours.

“Well, that was insane. How do you feel?” Asked Mac, hands on the steering wheel of his pickup.

“Question marks are spinning around my head, but I’m still in one piece, so I would say fine.”

He turned around briefly to look at you before bringing his focus back on the road. “She had been under our radar for a few months now for stealing blood samples. As you must know, they are reopening closed cases and it doesn’t please some people.”

“Does this have something to do with my thesis project from years ago?”

“DNA Reconstruction via RNA-Guided CRISPR-Cas9 and pattern-matching algorithms.”

You looked at him completely stupefied.

He smiled: “You made me proof 948 pages six times. So, it rang a bell immediately.”

Mac pursued: “That’s why I was there. Our analyst, Riley, found hidden encrypted traffic like text messages, too short to be traced. But two days ago, a sustained transmission enabled her to do so.”

The call you had asking her when you two should meet. That was the sustained transmission. You stayed silent, waiting for further explanations like the cloudy sky waits for the sun.

“We didn’t need voice analyses.” He paused: “I recognised yours immediately.”

Mac and you were both lab nerds and study buddies in college, always challenging the other to launch something higher or create a bigger explosion. However, he left unexpectedly without a word, but it wasn’t the moment to talk about that.

“You said ‘our radar’?”

“Um yeah, basically the organisation who deals with the stuff the government can’t.”

Not sure you were supposed to know more about it, you asked: “Where are we going?”

“As Jack caught her, you don’t have to worry anymore. I’ll bring you back to your place.”

“How do you— Never mind.”

A few minutes later, as your heart felt heavier than you care to admit, he gave you a hug goodbye on the threshold of your small house.

Not feeling like closing your eyes for the most obvious reasons, and having located the nearest solid object you could use 'just in case’, you settled on the couch with a big blanket and a cheesy romcom.

The growling sound of your stomach reminded you that you had almost eaten nothing tonight. As you moved towards the fridge, you went to close the curtains of the kitchen’s window.

“What—“

A blanket over your shoulders, you stepped outside in thick socks.

You knocked on the truck’s hood and surprised a sleepy Mac.

“What are you doing here?!”

He blinked a couple of times: “I was sleeping… or trying to.”

“Sleeping here, why?”

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This one is probably one of my favourites. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing these words💛

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monochromatic-echo · 4 years

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Comfort

A request made for a valentines exchange for a discord server. Shy Reader X Dante

[Confessions and Plushies included

The fresh crisp air of the night rain was refreshing to your lungs as you finished saying your goodbyes to the small makeshift family Nero and Kyrie built. The bricked roads coated with the last of the droplets of the sky reflected the bright lights of the warm homes that they lead to. You tightened the thick sweater that kept the breeze from nipping. You looked up onto the glittery sky, the sight entrancing you. A dream-like feeling took you; the pull of the starry gravity lulling you to a more sleepier state that with what you began with.

An arm interrupted your etherial drop into a close slumber, a gravity of its own waking you. Its owner’s heavy baritone voice clearing your head, “You already snoozing while standing sunshine?” He lightly laughed at your expense. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were tired.”

“Yeah, I wanted to leave a little earlier but I wanted to see the kid’s faces when they opened the gifts I made for them,” You smiled at the silver-haired fox, “ I’m so happy they enjoyed the little plushies.” You blushed, “ I was worried that they wouldn’t like them”

“Hey, don’t get all embarrassed about your work, I thought they were really cute ” He held you closed with a one-armed hug, “just like their little maker” He teased, pinching a rose-tinted cheek. Lightly swatting at his playful hands you followed him to the car, he opened the passenger door for you, “Madam your carriage awaits.” He bowed.

“Oh my god dante stop,” you laughed, “how do you even have all this energy?”

“I have a ton of stamina ” he looked up from his bowed position, wiggling his eyebrows at his raunchy joke, his smile grew at the laughter you gifted him. To the devil hunter, your laugh was like clear bells in his foggy mind. Taking a seat you grinned at your friend, “I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m going to be knocked out tired in bed and not because of you being in it.”

“Worth a shot” He shrugged, closing the door lightly and taking his place on the driver’s seat. “Home sweet home for you then.”

The drive was so lovely, the calm air between the both of you made it so relaxing, and you were so bent on still keeping awake that you went into a more loose state. The separation of your mouth and mind began to slip away. As you stared at the passing sky and thought about your time with the son of Sparda.

How you both met is something that was buried in the sands of time. But ever since that day, it was as if you knew each other your entire lives. Being with each other was so natural. The honesty that you both had for one another was almost life-saving. He didn’t have to put up an act for you, so you got to meet the more mellow caring dante that most people didn’t even think existed and in turn, you let him into your own little world, one that you built up walls for your whole life. As a team, you both helped each other grow, with his growing depression you were his sunshine, and with your ever-increasing anxiety and shyness, he was a pillar of strength and comfort. But in all that promised honesty, there was something that weighed heavy on your conscience, your heart.

You developed feelings for the man, you couldn’t imagine your life without him now. He was what you looked forward to, from his smile all the way to his crazy dorky sense of humor, and even the weird dances he does at his home when he forgets you’re there to witness such absurdity. You wanted to tell him, but your shyness made your will weak. You loved this man, but maybe one day you will have the courage to spill your secret to him. You turned to look at the man, smiling with a sleepy daze, the shine of his locks mesmerized you.

As the car stopped at a red light, dante felt your gaze and looked to you. “ You doing alright?”

At that moment you let your thoughts slip, as you brushed your hand through his hair, “Did I ever tell you, that your hair reminds me of starlight.”

He chuckled at your openness, “I don’t remember you drinking at the party sunshine.” taking your hand gently off his head, “ Must be the drowsiness talking”

“Dante, I maybe yawn sleepy, but I don’t lie to you,” you looked into your eyes and what witnessed he could only describe as starlight. Sparkles that shone in adoration to the hunter. “You deserve every compliment and praise “ and then you giggled “Don’t get all embarrassed about it. ” You repeated to him in your poor attempt at his voice.

Dante struggled to tear his eyes away from you to continue driving ahead, “I should take my own advice then huh” he lightly chuckled, if it wasn’t for the lack of lights of in the current road the vehicle entered, you’d think the man got flustered. But in your increasingly tired state, you sunk into the sea of slumber, trusting dante to take you home safely.

The drive may have been as serene as a sweet jazz song on a still Sunday night, but the devil hunter’s mind was a bit of the opposite. Your words echoed in his mind, he had feelings for you as well. But with your shy nature, he was worried that he would take advantage of the situation. He would wait as long as needed for something, some kind of proof that you felt the same. But you were making it so difficult for him, a small cocky voice in his head would try to coax him to be bold, and be the casanova that most girls drool over. But he knows you too well, anything like that would seem false. You knew HIM too well, so he needed to bide his time, it was worth it. You were worth it.

Dante stopped the car once he got to your home, a small apartment a few streets away from Devil may cry. As the engine died down the soft sounds of your soft snoring floated in the air. He quietly went around the vehicle, opened the door to your apartment and scooped you up. “Up and at em’ party girl” he quietly jabbed at you. Closing the vehicle door and the door to your home with a light kick of his foot. The holiday scents of cinnamon and nutmeg welcomed him to your humble abode. He was familiar with the set up of your apartment, so he continued to your room, the glow of the living room lamp guiding him to your room. The door slightly open, he wondered what your room actually looked like. Knowing you though, he kind of knew what to expect, being into “nerdy” stuff as he liked to poke fun at. He lightly set you down on your bed, even with the messy hair and disheveled clothes, to him, you were beautiful.

He was about to take a turn to leave your room when something red and soft caught his attention. Something was poking at your back, it looked a bit uncomfortable to he reached to grabbed what looked like a plush. Once he got it out of the way, you adjusted comfortably on the bed. “What is this?” he examined the item, a small plush that looked just like him, even down to the scruff his chin. He couldn’t help but smile and lightly chuckle at the cuteness of such a thing. But then he realized something in his delight, she made this. But why? And it was on her bed. Has she been sleeping with a cute version of himself? Why? Unless….

Was this the clue he’s been looking for? Who sleeps with a plush of somebody they consider a “friend”? No, this has to be what he has been looking for, this is his stepping stone. He sighed, “ Ok senorita, we have some business to talk about tomorrow morning” He didn’t want to get his hopes up too much, again this was only a clue. He set the plush back on the bed and was off back to devil may cry.

Well, he would have, but nature had other ideas, as he walked on the cobblestone street, he slipped and fell on his haunches. “Ahh, dammit.” He slowly rose, rubbing his backside, looking around he noticed a shine from the sidewalk and even to the streets, “Great just my luck, the freezing temp made everything ice.” he turned back into your home, “I guess its a sleepover tonight for this old man.” He made himself comfortable in your home, taking himself to his usual sleeping spot in the guest room you had. As he laid himself to sleep he took a deep breath, he was so used to biting the bullet while hunting demons, but this was something that truly made him nervous about confronting. All he could do at this point was hope for the best.

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Morning finally came, as the heat of the sun through your window tickled your nose. Opening your eyes you took in your surroundings, recognizing your room but not the process of your arrival. You let you mind rattle to find the reason, but then remembered the soft embrace of the silver-haired fox you’ve come to admire.

Shaking off the rest of your drowsiness, you went downstairs to get some much-needed coffee, taking your plush with you to keep you silly company. You smiled at your handy work, thinking it to be the most adorable thing you’ve ever made. You just hoped dante didn’t see it, oh god how embarrassing would it be that he found your little self-indulgent plush. You wouldn’t be able to live it down, how would you be able to exp- “ Oh hey you brought dante jr, it wouldn’t be a family breakfast without him!”

You jumped and froze. Your brain stopped, then the shot of adrenaline sped up your thoughts into hyperdrive.

What is he doing here? How does he know about the plush? Wha? Who? Why? Huh? Oh shit, he saw it, he SAW IT. Oh shit shit shit shit, what do I doooo? What do I doo?

“D-D-D-D-dante… Uuuuuuuuuuhh ” You turned to him, hiding the plushie behind your back. “What are you doing here? I mean not that I mind you being here… I’m just curious about what kept you from Devil may cry….” You nervously word-vomited, trying badly to steel your nerves from being found out.

He just acted casually, eating away at some of your snacks,“ Oh just some iced-up roads, it was too cold, and I got a nice bed here anyway.” He watched you squirm about trying to keep your cool, finding the whole debacle adorable and highly entertaining; but as much as he loved to see this, his curiosity was ravenous and he needed to know about how you both stood with your feelings.

“So, you mind tellin’ me about your new amigo?” He pointed at your back, “Saw it last night”

You started to overload, the cat was out of the bag. This is it muchacha, the end of the road, the place of no return. Now or never. You breathed in deeply and took the plush back into view. “ I thought of making myself a gift too, so once I was done making the kids their toys, I made one just like you.”

“ Why me though? I know I’m a real looker, so I don’t blame you for all of this,” he gestured to himself. “But what gets me sunshine, is why do you sleep with it.” His gaze became razor-focused on you, he just gave you the bait, now he hoped you would take it.

“I - i….” your heart started racing, the beat getting harder and harder as if it was trying to rip itself out to escape. You took a deep breath and just blurted out, “ I wanted to have a plushie of you because I always want you with me, even if it means if it’s just a plush. ” you kept your gaze down, your cheeks burning with emotion, “I love you dante. I’m sorry, I should-” His arms embraced you in comfort, his natural scent calming your senses.

“What did I say yesterday?” He brushed your hair with his calloused fingers, “Don’t be embarrassed about your work, sunshine.” I looked up at him only to be blessed by his smile, “ Especially when I feel the same.”

This was your dream come true, you gripped his arms just to make sure you were not dreaming. “Really, dante.” You scanned his eyes checking for any reason to doubt him. Anything to give any indication of a lie, but none were there. Just him, looking onto you with unfiltered adoration.

“You are what brings my heart comfort.”

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dayawantstosleep · 3 years

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His Name

Summary: Aria wants to pay her sister's medical bills. She donates blood to vampires for money. Falling for Jisung was not the plan. Jisung is one of Aria's clients, a rich vampire who wants more than her blood.

Genre: Vampire! Han, Supernatural Romance

Word Count: 5,155

Warnings: Mentions of Blood

Notes: I've decided to make this fic because of Han's birthday so this is a gift you could say. I've come to love everything about this man in the past month I became a STAY. This man has it all: the looks, the rap and singing skills and his ability to be both cute and hot at any given time. Anyway, happy birthday to one of the most beautiful men that has crossed this Earth besides the rest of Stray Kids. If Han Jisung ever reads this story - I love you, darling and I will support you and Stray Kids forever! 😍💕💜

Han Felix Seungmin Chan Minho

"What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes at the boy in black hair and piercing gaze that spoke.

He took a sip of a red liquid in a glass cup. The same liquid everyone here was drinking. If people weren't drinking, they were dancing. I sighed and looked at the small paper in my hands.

"Came looking for you." I said, thrusting the piece of paper at him. He glanced at the piece of paper and made a small choking sound.

"This is too much. I don't have that kind of money."

"I could always leave you to starve. You're the son of the CEO, who by the way is CEO of one of the most famous entertainment companies in Korea."

"You're mean." He growled and took his cellphone out. I watched him click buttons and my cell phone beeped.

"You'll get the other half when our job is done." He grumbled, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"It's dangerous here, you know?" He walked towards me slowly and I rolled my eyes. They always had a thing for dramatic flair.

"I can handle a couple bloodsuckers. Just like I can handle you." I grabbed his hands and put them on my waist. His eyes seemed to sparkle with lust, just like every other time he feeds.

"If you drink more than a few liters, I will rip your fangs out."

"Noted." He inched closer to me, lips trailing my neck.

I closed my eyes and he bit into me. I let out a soft yell as a flash of pain hit me. His grip on my waist tightened, a sign he was almost finished.

"I have more clients in a few hours." I said, opening my eyes.

"What did I say about having more clients?" He growled.

"I need the money, Jisung. Hannah needs to get better." He licked the wound and pulled away from me.

"I could pay for your sister's treatment."

"I don't like charity, Han. I'd prefer earning my own money. I'd need to pay you back and I don't like owing people."

"You could always be my companion." I laughed. Companion usually meant walking blood bank.

"That's funny, Jisung. I have to go." He nodded and took his phone out. I strapped my small crossbody bag over my shoulder and heard a familiar beep.

"When do you want to meet?"

"I'll tell you when I'm hungry." I laughed at his lame joke and pecked his cheek.

"Thank you." He smiled at me, his cheeks proofing up, making his appearance seem like a squirrel's.

"No problem. Have a safe trip home." I nodded and walked to the door before going out, away from the glowing red eyes.

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Meeting in a dark alleyway was not my ideal place for a job. Alas, my client always preferred that and he gives me money so who am I to say no?

"Sorry, I was busy. Needed to see my sister, plus I met Jisung at the club." I yelled out to the seemingly empty alleyway. It was never empty.

"How is she?" A smooth voice called out. No matter how many times he does this, it still gives me chills.

"She's surviving but barely. The treatment is keeping her alive."

"You could always ask Han or I to turn her."

"You know how I feel about that."

"I also know you go home weak and sometimes pass out from the loss of blood, Aria. If she becomes one of us, you wouldn't have financial problems."

"She's my responsibility, Chris. If she gets turned, whoever turns her needs to check up on her. I don't want to feel like a burden."

"Everything would be easier."

"Does it look like I care, Bang? All I care about is paying her medical bills. Now, are we going to do this or not?"

He came out of the shadows and smirked. He motioned with his head for me to go to him and I rolled my eyes. I've had it with the dramatic flair.

He wore all black with the exception of his hair, which was silver. He was handsome, with a strong jawline, pale skin and beautiful brown eyes.

"Here." He held a white envelope and I grabbed it.

"You're supposed to give me half, and give me the other half when the job's done." He shrugged and turned to the floor.

Am I seeing this correctly? Did I make a vampire shy?

"Is this pity money? I need to do my job."

"No. I just don't feel like feeding."

"You could've texted me instead of making me come over."

"Would you just take the money? I know how important this is for you." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Fine. I'll see you later." I turned around and felt a hand on my wrist.

"Wait." He said softly. I turned to him and he walked closer to me.

"I want to do something. Will you let me?" His eyes seemed to sparkle.

Han and him were my favorite clients. Some clients were absolute slobs, but they were not. They were kind and gentle souls. Unlike most vampires.

I nodded and he leaned towards me. He stopped inches from my face and I felt my cheeks go red. He closed the gap between us as he kissed me.

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"Hannah!" I yelled out as I opened the door to our house. The house was quiet, not even the TV was on. My mind flashed back to the kiss with Chris.

I can't hide it anymore. I like you, Aria.

"Hannah! Are you here?!" I walked through the hallway and into her room.

It seemed untouched, her bed and pictures on the desk were in the same place. I walked out and walked to my room. Everything was in its place. Why do I feel like something's about to happen then?

An ear piercing scream cut through the air and I ran. I was probably stupid to run towards the scream but I kept running. I entered the kitchen and gasped.

A man in black was hovering over my sister. She was on the floor, blood poured out of her neck. The man turned to me, an evil glint in his eyes.

"Whose this, Hannah? Your sister?" The man smiled evilly, blood coating his teeth.

He looked like a monster. Not like Jisung or Chris. I felt myself unable to move, as the man stood up straight.

"Don't touch her." Hannah said weakly. The man walked towards me, and I wanted to run away but my body wasn't complying.

"Her? No, I won't touch her. I already did what I came to do. Goodbye." The man disappeared in front of me. I ran to Hannah and applied pressure to her neck.

"What did that man want? No, nevermind. Don't talk right now. We have to get you to the hospital." I tried pulling her arms but I couldn't move her.

I was weak from Jisung drinking my blood earlier. I rushed to get napkins and put it on her neck. The blood just kept coming and it was making me panic.

"You'll be fine. Hannah. Just hang on, okay? You can't die on me." I felt the waterworks coming.

"I feel fine, Aria. Don't worry about me." All hell broke loose as I cried. I looked at the blood on my hands and cried even more.

"You have to be fine. What will I do without my big sister? I don't think I'll survive on my own, Hannah." She put her hand on my shoulder.

"It'll be fine. Now, I'm going to take a quick nap, ok?" Her eyes began to close. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her.

"What? No. No. Hannah! Don't close your eyes! Hannah!" Her eyes closed and I felt some part of me die.

Hannah was dead and it's the monster's fault. I closed my eyes tightly. It must be a dream, right? I'll wake up any second now.

In the back of my mind I knew this was real. Being with Jisung at the club was real. The kiss with Christopher was real. Everything was real.

I stood up from the floor and walked to my room. I'll deal with her body later. Right now, I need a shower.

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"Aria, wake up!" I let out a groan and turned around. I need sleep to forget that my sister is dead. In my dreams we'll be together.

"Aria! Breakfast will get cold!" I turned around and hugged my pillow. Someone was being rude. Can't they let me sleep.

"Aria Park. Get up right now!" My eyes shot open as a feminine voice called my name. I turned to Hannah on the foot of my bed, looking concerned.

It was a dream then. I imagined everything. I wasn't with Jisung or with Chris and Hannah is not dead. I stood up and smiled.

"Hannah? I had a nightmare. You were there and Jisung and Chris were there too."

"Tell me over breakfast." I pulled the covers off me and frowned. I wore these exact clothes in my dream.

I walked out of my room and followed Hannah to the kitchen. Two plates with eggs, rice, bacon and toast were on the table. I sat down silently, glanced at Hannah.

Something was off about her. Her hair seemed darker and her skin seemed paler. Reality hit me and I ran a hand through my face.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" She looked at me with sad eyes. I gripped my fork tightly, blinking back my sobs.

"You're not like me anymore then? You're like Jisung. I should be happy right?" I took a bite of my egg. Happiness is the opposite of what I felt.

"It's not like I promised mom and dad when they died that I would protect you. That nothing would harm you."

"I know you feel bad, but you won't have to do odd jobs to put food on the table. You won't be a blood bank anymore."

"Just for you? I- I gotta go." I pushed my plate away and walked out the door.

I took off in a sprint, not caring that I left my undead sister in our house. I could not stay there anymore.

In a couple minutes, I reached the woods. I used to play with Hannah alot here as a child. Tears pricked my eyes at the memory.

"What are you doing here?" I turned around to see Jisung walking towards me.

"Jisung." I said and I let out a curse. I really hated when they popped out of nowhere.

"Aria, are you okay?" I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him as soon as he was within arms reach.

"I-I don't know what to do. I feel really bad. There was this man who broke into our house yesterday. He..." My voice broke and I began sobbing.

"He bit Hannah. She- I thought she died."

"She didn't?" Concern was laced in his voice. I shook my head, tears starting to fall.

"She got turned."

"Isn't that good?" I sighed and groaned, pulling away from him.

"She-I- I made a promise to our parents on their deathbed that I would protect her. I failed. While I was out with Chris, the man attacked her. I should've been there."

"You couldn't do anything. It's not your fault."

"It is. Now, my sister's a monster! Like the man! She's..." I trailed off and widen my eyes. I had screwed up.

"You think we're monsters, then? That explains a lot." I turned to him, his eyes were full of hurt. It hurt me to see him that way.

"The way you always called me a job. Making it seem like I wasn't human." He chuckled bitterly.

"No. Jisung. That's not what I meant."

"I know exactly what you meant." His eyes turned dark. That was bad.

His eyes glowed red and his claws were out. He wouldn't kill me. He can't. Out of instinct, my hand grabbed a small knife from my pocket.

"You're even afraid of me." His eyes stopped glowing, turning their normal shade of brown. My lips felt dry and my.palms started to sweat.

"Jisung." He shook his head and turned around, walking away. I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Jisung." He went rigid and stopped. I hugged him tighter, afraid he would disappear.

"No, Aria. You're right. I am a monster. So, stay away from me." He pulled me off him.

"Jisung. Look at me." Tears ran down my cheeks, regret eating me.

"Jisung." He turned to me, slowly. His gaze was cold, lifeless. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

I did the only thing I could do that I've been wanting to do ever since I met him. I ran to him and crashed my lips to his.

He pulled away and frowned before shaking his head. I couldn't have broken him, he's stronger than that. He'll bounce back and it'll all be normal again.

"You smell like him." He snarled and walked away from me.

Chris. He smelled Chris.

Just like that all the world's left unsaid disappeared. All it took were four little words for me to crumble.

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I knocked on the white door, waiting for it to open. My mind wandered back to Jisung as I stood outside the white mansion.

Did Jisung really care what I think? I was just human, nothing special. But I have known him for a few years now. That must be why he got hurt.

"Aria?" Chris looked at me quizzically.

"Can I come in?" He nodded and moved aside. I walked into his house and he closed the door.

He must be rich. His couch was leather and the center table looked to be marble. I plopped myself on the couch.

"What's up?"

"Well, I made a mistake. Lots actually. When I got home yesterday, Hannah was hurt. She got bitten by a man who broke into our house. At least I think he broke in, I'm not sure. And I got so mad because she turned. I couldn't even talk to her this morning."

"What did you do?"

"I ran away. Got all the way to the woods and Jisung was there."

"Yeah. You smell like him." He wrinkled his nose and I remembered Chris' kiss.

"Shut up. Anyway, I told him what happened exploded. I call him Hannah and him monsters. I didn't mean it but he got hurt and left."

"You really care about him huh?"

"Is it very obvious? I was pissed over Hannah. Now I think I lost both of them." He hugged me and I pressed my head yo his chest.

"You'll always have me. And Hannah is a vampire now, but she's still your sister."

"I know. But I felt really useless. I promised my parents I would protect her and I didn't. I let the man turn her. I just want to find him and rip his damn eyes out."

"He'll kill you love." He sat on the couch with me.

"I don't care. As long as he dies too." He pulled away from me and his finger grazed my chin, lifting my head to face him.

"Don't say stuff like that. If you died I don't know what I'd do." He leaned towards me and closed the gap between us.

The kiss was short and sweet. I felt guilty kissing two guys knowing I like both of them. I ended the kiss and leaned my head against the couch.

"I don't know what to do. This shouldn't even bother me that much. Ok, sure, Hannah got turned, medical bills got fixed. But, she doesn't have a job, at least this pays for food. And don't even get me started on Jisung." I closed my eyes, feeling drained.

"Relax, Aria. I could help you. My mom's one of the top models of Korea, so I'm loaded." He joked and I let out a weak chuckle.

"No. But, will you let me stay here for a while? I really don't want to face my sister right now."

"You can stay here whenever you'd llike.You can stay in any guest room you want."

"Great. Let me take a short nap on your couch. I'm digging the leather." I took a deep breath and let sleep consume me.

___

"Aria, wake up." A male voice said from far away but I just turned around.

"Aria, I brought a friend." My eyes fluttered open to see Chris smiling at me. I stood up and stretched, trying to ignore Chris eyeing me up and down.

"Where is your friend?" I asked, cracking my neck.

"He's in the bathroom. C'mon." I raised my eyebrows at him but followed him. He opened the door and I turned to him.

"Why would your friend be- whaaaa!" He pushed me lightly into the room and closed the door.

"Chan Christopher Bang! When I get out of here I will grab some mistletoe and shove it up your ass!" On the other side of the door I heard him chuckle.

"Laugh while you can, Bang. You won't live to see the light of day!" I turned around and my breath hitched.

Han Jisung was staring at me amused, eyes red. He must've been crying. Even when crying he still looks cute. Ugh, don't distract yourself from your goal; killing Chris.

"Ok, Chris is definitely dead. I will kill him painfully and slowly when I get out!"

"Do you need help? He invited me to play Fifa a few minutes ago so I came and he locked me here."

"You can bury the body." I joked and he smiled slightly. Then I realized how bad the situation was.

I was standing in a huge restroom with one of my crushes, unable to get out because my other crush locked us in. Fantastic.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into Chris. I really really messed up. You're important to me and I wasn't thinking. I ended up causing more harm than good and it's the man's fault. Since, now my sister is going to drain all my blood and- mmmmph." I stopped in my tracks as Jisung's lips crashed into mine.

"You talk too much." He pulled away and I just stared at him, moving my lips like a goldfish. My brain short circuited as I just stood there.

"You're not mad?"

"I was at first. But then, Chris called me and I spend an hour listening to him. I realized that I care for you too and I'm sorry for overreacting." I smiled at him brightly and laughed.

Why was I laughing? I did not know. Maybe I was finally crazy after spending time with vampires. Maybe I really adored both Jisung for being in the bathroom, and Chan for locking me in here.

"Go out with me?" He asked, walking towards me and I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me and I hugged him back.

"I'm still killing Chris." I said and he let out a laugh.

___

I knocked on my house door, feeling nervous. Was she mad at me for leaving her almost all day? She must feel so alone now that she's a vampire. Maybe I should introduce her to Jisung and Chris.

The door opened and out came my sister. I opened my mouth to speak but she grabbed my and pulled me into a hug.

"Don't scare me like that again. I didn't know where you went." She pulled away and I closed my mouth.

"Sorry for leaving. I was just shocked, still am. How do you feel? Hungry?" She shook her head and I walked inside the house.

"I ate some food from the fridge. Should we call the hospital about my medical bills?" I nodded and took my cellphone out.

"We should say it was something you drank. Or a vaccine they put you." I said as I dialed the hospital's number.

"Hello? This is St. Adam's Hospital." The receptionist said from the other line.

"Yeah. I'm Aria Park, calling about Hannah Park and her medical bills."

"What's the patient's ID number?"

"4469."

"Do you need help knowing how much you owe? Or how many treatments there are left?"

"Both."

"You need one more treatment and it would cost about $200." I winced at the amount. That would be at least two more blood transactions from me if she were human.

"Alright. I'd like to cancel everything. The last vaccine did the trick."

"We still need to check to make sure everything is in order. You need to make an appointment for that." I sighed but nodded, as if the woman could see me.

"When is the earliest?"

"Tomorrow at ten. Is that alright?"

"Yeah that's fine. If she doesn't need treatment can you cancel everything?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Thank you."

"Thank you for contacting us. Good day."

The line went dead and I pocketed my phone. I turned to my sister and smiled at her. She smiled back, fangs visible.

"Since you're all better, you should get a job." I joked and she pushed me playfully.

___

"Guess who just got a job!" Hannah bounced around the living room. I lifted my gaze from my phone to her.

"You got a job? Where?"

"Well, at the hospital."

"What?"

"Yeah. Shift starts in a few hours. Do you mind being alone for a few?"

"Nah. Jisung might be down to hang out."

"You mean your new boyfriend?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"He's not my boyfriend yet. He barely asked me yesterday. We're going with the flow. Anyway, how did they give you the job so fast?"

"I used some of my compelling skills for it." I clicked my tongue and put my phone in my pocket.

"No, really. How did you get a job so fast." She glared at me and I frowned.

"If someone catches you, Hunter's might come, Hannah."

"I know. I was careful. It was only one time."

"It better be."

"It will. Anyway, don't you have better things to do than nag me? Maybe go out with Jisung?" I chuckled.

"Nope. Since my sister came back to life, I'm dedicating all my life to protect her." I partially joked.

"You should get a life."

"Says the one whose dead." I laughed and turned my attention back to my phone. I quickly asked Jisung a question and clicked send.

Jisung, do you want to hang out. You can meet my sister

I turned to my sister and smiled at her. Maybe it would be nice for them to meet. I have been gushing about him to here for a while now.

"Do you want to meet Jisung?" She nodded and my phone beeped.

Be there in five. 🐿

___

I turned the TV on and checked what was on. My sister was next to me, a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Jisung was on my other side, with his arms around me. I kept changing channels until I stopped at Channel 5.

"Breaking news. A man was found murdered a few blocks from the Metropolitan Library. According to the FBI. He was a mass murder, murdering innocent women all over the globe."

The screen flashed black with a warning that said warned viewers of the grotesque scenes and a picture of a man came up.

There was a huge slash on his neck with dried blood around it and a few cuts on his body. All that was visible was a mop of black hair and pale skin. His face was blurred out.

"That's him." My sister stood up, spilling the popcorn on the floor.

"Him who?"

"The man that turned me. He's dead." I sighed and rubbed a hand through my face. Jisung's grip on me tightened and I leaned towards him.

"Let's go to Julia for the weather report." The anchor woman said as the screen turned into a map.

"At least he won't be terrorizing more people." I grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

"When does your shift start?"

"In thirty minutes. I gotta go guys, have fun. But, not too much." Hannah turned to me and winked. I felt my cheeks heat up as she stood up.

"Have fun." I called out as she walked out the door. I turned to Jisung and he smiled at me.

"What do you wanna do? You wanna feed?" I asked him. He shook his head and kissed my cheek.

"Let's watch a movie." I grabbed the remote and clicked on Netflix.

"Which movie? Or do you want to watch a show?" I scrolled down, watching movie titles.

"I don't know yet. But, I'll watch whatever you want to watch." He kissed my cheek again and I clicked on Teen Wolf.

My phone beeped and I turned to my phone. Chris had texted me. I quickly sent him a message and put my phone in my pocket.

"I have work, Ji. It'll be quick so we can watch Netflix." I stood up and he just stared at me.

"What's with the stare?" I asked.

"You called me, Ji."

"Was I not supposed to?" I grabbed my crossbody bag and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You've never called me Ji before."

"Get used to it. You can call me Ari. Or just stick with Aria, either way I don't mind. But, I have to go. See you in a bit."

"Wait, do you want a ride?" I gave him a puzzled look.

"You don't drive, Jisung."

"But I can run really fast, Ari. We'll get there in seconds." The way he said Ari made me happy.

"Ok. Do you know Chris' address?" He frowned and shook his head.

"Ok then. Let's go." I turned the TV off and walked out the door.

"Hop on." Jisung knelt down and I laughed.

"You're going all Twilight on me."

"Yep. So, hop on." I rolled my eyes but jumped on his back.

"You should eat more, you barely weight anything." I hit his head playfully.

"It's because of your hellish strength. Anyway, Chris' house is near St. Adam's Hospital."

___

Jisung stopped outside Chris' mansion and I got off him.

"Well, spider monkey, let's not do that again. I felt like barfing halfway." I said as I walked to Chris's door and knocked.

"Hey." Chris said as the door opened. He smiled brightly at me.

"Yo. Ji, can you wait for me in the living room? I don't like when people watch." He nodded as Chris let us in.

"Ok. We'll be back." I walked to Chris' bedroom with him in tow. I closed the door behind me and turned to Chris.

"Hey." I sat on his bed and smiled at him.

"Hey." He walked to me and took his phone out. He clicked buttons and put his phone in his pocket.

He leaned towards me and I held my arm out. He looked at my arm, then at me.

"Do you mind biting my wrist this time?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Not at all." He said as he grabbed my arm and bit it.

I let out a yell as he drank from me. He pulled away and licked my wound.

"Is he treating you well?" I nodded and he took his phone out to send me money.

"Yeah. He's great." My phone beeped and he put his phone in his pocket again.

"Good."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on."

"It's fine. Even if I really like you, I don't want to lose our friendship."

"I don't want to lose it either."

"If you ever need me, I'm here. As a friend or anything more. Although I will destroy Jisung if he hurts you." I let out a laugh and smiled.

"He won't. I'll see you around." I stood up and walked to the door.

"Yeah. Have a safe trip home." I nodded and both of us walked out the door.

"Let's go, Ji. See you later, Chris." I opened Chris' front door and walked out the door.

"Hop on."Jiisung knelt down as soon as I closed the door. I chuckled and hopped on his back again.

___

My phone beeped and I took my phone out as soon as we got home. My sister sent me a message and I groaned.

"We have to go to the hospital. They're giving Hannah some tests to make sure she's healthy."

"Alright." Jisung knelt down again and I hopped on his back once more before he started running.

We got to the hospital quickly and I opened the door to the hospital. The smell of alchohol and cotton balls made me want to immediately leave. I never liked hospitals.

"What room is Hannah Park in?" I asked the receptionist at the counter.

"Room 456." She said smiling.

"Thank you." I said as I walked through a hallway.

"Hey, you!" I announced as soon as I passed the door to Hannah's room. She was in a hospital bed with a doctor next to her.

"Aria." She said as I walked towards her.

"Hello, I'm Aria Park. Her sister. How is she?" I asked the doctor.

"Somehow she's healthy. It might have been the last vaccine we gave her. She's free to leave but please give her lots of electrolytes to hydrate herself. If she feels worse, bring her back."

"Of course. Thank you doctor." I turned to her and smiled brightly.

"The amount due for the medical procedures will be canceled within the next twenty four hours." The doctor said and I nodded.

"Thank you doctor."

___

"You know I really thought I would be forever trying to pay Hannah's bills." I said, laying my head on Jisung's chest.

"You worry too much." He kissed my temple and I sighed.

"I guess I worry a bit. You know, I never really thought you and I would become a thing. I always thought I would always be just a blood source for you."

"You thought wrong. I never told you because I thought you would always look at me as a monster."

"I'm sorry again, for what happened two days ago. But hey, at least you're here with me. And that's all that matters." Jisung turned to me, a sultry look on his face.

He put his hands on my waist and pushed me lightly so that my head was near the armrest of the couch. He climbed on top of me and grabbed my hands, placing them over my head. His hands kept mine in place as he smirked. He looked hot like this

"What's my name?" He growled, eyes flashing. Vampires loved dramatic flair. Not that I minded, it was enjoyable. I rolled my eyes and raised my head to kiss his nose.

"Jisung."

#jisung #han jisung #stray kids #Started: Sep 13 2020 Finished: Sep 13 2020

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Shattered Sky - Hwang Hyunjin Zombie AU Part 15

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Warnings: Character death (I’m BIG sad over this one)

“This is impossible.” Changbin rasped, looking down at the pictures of your blood work and all the walkers.

“Look at Y/N, guys. She’s still hasn’t changed!” Woobin said, his eyes sparkling.

You sat down in Hyunjin’s office with them, Hyunjin directly beside you. You were nervous, as you didn’t know what to expect from everyone. You felt Hyunjin’s warm hand wrap around your own, his eyes reassuring. You gave him a soft smile before looking at the group of men in front of you.

“This is amazing.” Chan said, looking over the pictures.

“How will the other survivors react to this?” Seungmin asked.

“This may give them some hope. Y/N is proof that we still have hope against these things.” Jisung said, his eyes shining.

“Jisung’s right.” Chan began, his eyes meeting yours. “We have living proof that there’s still hope for humanity.”

You smiled at him and he smiled back, before bowing to you.

“I’m sorry I raised my gun to you.” He said.

“There’s no need to apologize Chan. No one knew I was immune. You would’ve done the same to everyone else.” You said lightly, giving him a reassuring smile.

Hyunjin smiled at you and squeezed your hand. You looked over at him, and all of your anxiety went away.

“We should show you to the survivors.” Hyunjin suggested.

“What if they don’t react well?” You asked, your voice quivering a bit.

“Then we’ll protect you, Y/N.” Felix said.

Everyone agreed, their eyes on you, hope in them. You sighed in relief and nodded.

“Okay.”

All of the survivors gathered in the center in front of the tower, and you stood inside in the entrance, waiting for Hyunjin to call you out. Minho and Changbin took up both your sides, their demeanors the most intimidating, besides Hyunjin’s.

“As you know, yesterday Y/N was bitten by a walker that got through.” Hyunjin’s voice rang out.

“How long did it take her to change?” A voice called in the crowd.

“That’s why I called you here.” Hyunjin said, beckoning for you to step out.

You stepped out the door, Minho and Changbin taking up either side of you, guns in their hands. Gasps of shock echoed throughout the crowd, voices ringing in your ears.

“Impossible!”

“Was she really bitten?”

“She was! I saw it with my own eyes!”

Jeongin gently pulled the bandage from your neck, your bite wound on full display. Gasps once again echoed throughout the crowd, all eyes wide.

“Jeongin took blood samples from her, and found no trace of the virus. Y/N is the first that we know of that is immune.” Hyunjin’s voice rung throughout the crowd, everyone falling silent at his words.

The silence made your stomach churn, your nerves wracking. You felt a hand grab yours, and when you turned your head, Woobin gave you a warm smile.

“This means hope for all of us.” He said, his voice strong. “If one person is immune, it means we can find a solution to make others immune.”

Words of agreement went through the crowd, but you still saw some suspicious survivors. You squeezed Woobin’s hand harder, and he gave your hand a comforting squeeze in return.

“How would the cure be made?” A survivor called.

“I’m afraid I don’t believe there is a cure... But there HAS to be a way to make us immune to the infection, like Y/N.” Woojin spoke up.

“If Y/N lets us,” Jeongin started, looking at you. “I’d like to take more blood tests and see what I can do to help all of us.”

You raised your chin high and nodded. Cheers of hope went through the crowd, most of them with friendly faces. Though there were still others who looked doubtful, you still felt hope in your heart.

You sat in the clinic to, once again, give Jeongin blood samples. He’s been taking a little bit of blood as the days go by. Yuna sat beside you, her hand in yours. She’s been with you ever since you appeared in front of everyone, over joyed to see you still alive, and human.

“That should be the last of them Y/N, thank you.” Jeongin said with a smile.

You smiled back at him as you hopped off the table, Yuna giving you a huge smile.

“Let’s go to the cantina and get you some snacks so you don’t pass out.” Yuna said with a smile.

“You need some too, you’re eating for two.” You giggled.

She smiled at you as you both bowed to Jeongin, Woojin, and Seungmin.

“We’ll run as many tests as possible to figure this out.” Seungmin reassured you both.

You both nodded and headed off to the cantina, grabbing a few snacks and sitting down to eat. You both ate your food as you felt eyes on you. You once again felt self conscious eating with everyone else, your body shivering.

“Where’s Hyunjin?” Yuna asked.

“He’s been talking with Chan and then for awhile. I think they’re trying to figure this out too.” You said.

Yuna nodded in understanding, a small smile on her face.

“I’m glad the two of you finally confessed.” She giggled.

You stopped chewing and gave her a confused look.

“What do you mean finally? You asked.

“Oh Y/N, anyone with eyes could tell the two of you were falling for each other.” She giggled. “The way you two look at each other says it all.”

You blushed and smiled, swallowing the food you had in your cheek. Yuna giggled and held your hand, her eyes soft.

“I’m so happy for you Y/N. You deserve to be loved after everything you’ve been through.” She said with a big smile.

“Thank you Yuna, I hope you can find happiness again.” You said with a smile, squeezing her fingers.

“I already had my own, and now I’m going to have his child.” She said with a sad smile.

“You don’t want to fall in love again?” You asked.

She gave her head a sad shake, wiping the corners of her eyes.

“I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. I’ll be happy with just our baby.” She said.

You held her hand again, your eyes comforting.

“You’re very strong Yuna.” You said.

“Thank you Y/N. You are too.” She said back.

You both smiled at each other before she yawned.

“I think I’m gonna head back to my cottage early. I’ve been so tired lately.” She sighed.

“You’ve been taking care of the children and carrying a child too, of course you’d be tired!” You giggled.

She smiled at you as you walked her back to her cottage. She waved you goodbye as she stepped inside, and you smiled to her. You turned around and jumped, almost bumping into someone’s chest.

“Jeez Hyunjin! You scared me!” You gasped.

He chuckled as he looked down at you, a small smile on his face.

“Sorry, I tend to do that.” He said.

“I noticed.” You said, looking up at him. “What’s up?”

He shrugged, his eyes on the ground.

“Something bothering you Hyunjin?” You asked.

He chuckled and shook his head before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

“I came over to see you, silly.” He chuckled.

You blushed and hid your face in his chest. He stroked your hair before pulling away and beckoning for you to follow. You followed him to the tower and he led you to a room connected to his office, and you could it was his room. Your face heated up as you saw a massive bed in the middle.

“Jeongin and Seungmin should have something soon, Woojin is doing comparisons to other blood samples. He’s trying to see what exactly is in your system that made you immune.” He said.

You nodded and sat on his bed. He sat down beside you, leaning back against the pillows. Your eyes were focused on your hands, your mind not all there. There were so many questions you had about what was going on, and you were hoping Jeongin and then could find the answers.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Hyunjin grabbing your waist and pulling you down on your back. His body hovered over yours, his eyes looking into your own.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

You let out a small laugh and reached your hand up, stroking his cheek. Your thumb ran over his soft skin, his eyes still glued to your own.

“Just about everything that’s happened recently. Like everyone else, I want answers.” You sighed.

“If anyone can find those answers, it’s Jeongin, Seungmin, and Woojin.” He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You think they’ll find it?” You asked.

“No.” He said gently, a small smile on his face. “I know they’ll find it.”

You smiled at him as you pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

“You believe in them so much.” You said with a soft smile.

“They’ve always done everything they can.” He said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You closed your eyes as you melted into his soft lips. Your lips moved in sync as he deepened the kiss, your hands softly bunching his shirt at his shoulders. He licked your bottom lip and you allowed him entry as your tongues began to dance together. His hands went to your waist as he pressed himself against you, his tongue easily over powering your own. He pulled away from your lips as you gasped for air, your hands clutching his shirt tightly.

He smiled down at you as he pressed warm kisses to your jaw and down your neck, his hands grabbing your ass as he sat you up on his lap. He nipped at your neck, admiring the way you leaned your head back, a small whimper leaving your lips as he gently bit down on a spot on your throat. His hands went to your hair as he brought your face back to his own, the kiss hot and messy.

A knock at his door made you both stop. His eyes were dark, a small smile stretching across his face as he placed one last kiss in your lips before getting up and opening the door.

“What’s up Felix?” He asked casually.

“Woojin found something that might interest you and Y/N.”

You and Hyunjin followed Felix to the clinic, walking through the hallways until you came to a room where Woojin was looking under a microscope, and back at some pictures.

“What is it Woojin?” You asked, noticing the way his brows furrowed.

He looked up at you and Hyunjin and beckoned you both over to him. You both sat on the clinic bed in front of where he was looking at the microscope. He placed two pictures in front of you both, his eyes bewildered.

“This picture,” He started, pointing to the first one. “Is Y/N’s blood tests we took after the fire. Those little things aren’t in her blood here.”

Hyunjin stared at the two pictures intently, his eyes flashing.

“So Y/N wasn’t born with this immunity?” He asked.

“No, and I don’t see how she could’ve been. The infection is new, so there’s no way her body could’ve been born immune.” Woojin said. “I have to keep looking into what had caused it.”

Hyunjin nodded, standing up and taking your hand.

“We’ll leave you to think. When you think of something, let me know.” Hyunjin said.

Woojin nodded and smiled before watching you both walk out. Your smaller hand felt warm inside Hyunjin’s larger hand. His long fingers were gently wrapped around your own as you both walked down the halls. You glanced over and saw Jeongin sitting at a desk, his head in his hands. You stopped and Hyunjin gave you a confused look, then noticed why you stopped. You both walked into the room and Jeongin raised his head, his hair slightly messy from his fingers.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I don’t understand a single thing. No matter how many times I try and figure out what those things are, I get nothing. Woojin showed me you weren’t born immune, and for some reason it feels like it just got harder.” He sighed.

You gently rubbed his shoulder, feeling slightly guilty that you couldn’t help.

“Why don’t you take a rest? You don’t have to figure it all out right away.” Hyunjin said, stroking Jeongin’s hair.

“Are you sure? I can keep looking into them.” Jeongin said.

“I’m sure, get some rest. It won’t be any good if you drive yourself crazy. Tell Seungmin and Woojin to rest whenever they need too.” Hyunjin said gently.

Jeongin sighed and nodded, getting up and bowing to you both.

“Thank you.” He said lowly before walking out of the room.

You and Hyunjin walked out of the clinic, and you glanced at him. His eyes seemed distant as he bit his lip.

“I’m gonna go talk to the others, why don’t you go and get some rest?” He said, looking down at you.

You nodded, a little sad you couldn’t spend more time with him. He lifted your hand and gave it a kiss before pulling you close and kissing your head.

“Rest well okay? And don’t worry, leave it all to us.” He whispered.

You closed your eyes at his touch and nodded, a small smile on your face.

“Okay, don’t over work yourself.” You said softly.

He nodded with a smile before heading off to the tower. You slowly walked back to your cottage, a meow catching your attention. C/N came prancing over to you, and you picked her up. You noticed a mouse in her mouth and you chuckled.

“You’re a good hunter, aren’t ya?” You asked with a small giggle.

You brought her back into your cottage and put her down so she could eat her catch. You sat on your bed and ran your fingers through your hair, your mind still racing.

“This is crazy C/N.” You sighed.

She looked up at you, her pretty green eyes on you. You smiled and stroked her fur as she rubbed against your legs. You picked her up and wiped the mouses blood from her chin, a purr sounding from her throat. She rubbed your face against the side of your neck and you giggled before placing her down.

“I guess I should shower, maybe that’ll take my mind off of it. Or maybe I can think more clearer.” You sighed to her as you stepped into your bathroom.

You lathered your hair in the shampoo and closed your eyes as the hot water ran over your body. The steam made your body relax as you stood there, your eyes on the wall of the shower. There has to be something you’re all missing, but what is it?

You stepped out of the shower and wiped your mirror before brushing your teeth. When you looked back up, you looked at the two scars in your neck. The bite mark was over the scar from being stabbed. You ran your fingers over them as you got dressed. Your hands froze in your towel as you dried your hair, your eyes wide.

“That’s it!”

Your feet pounded on the ground as you ran towards the tower, your body shaking with excitement. Jisung was standing guard outside, a confused look on his face as he watched you run up.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked, slightly concerned.

“I have to talk to Hyunjin!” You gasped out, heaving in air.

“Woah woah, breathe.” He said, his one hand on your arm. “What’s wrong?”

You grabbed his hand and held it, your eyes sparkling.

“I think I realized how this happened!” You breathed.

His eyes widened and he immiediatly followed you into the building. You both ran to the office where Hyunjin was with the other guys. Chan, Changbin, Minho, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Woobin were all there. Chan looked up, tapping Hyunjin’s shoulder. Hyunjin looked at you, hisbeyes widening when he saw you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, immiediatly walking over to you and grabbing your face.

“I’m fine!” You said with a big smile, still cacthing your breath. “I figured it out Hyunjin!”

Everyone’s eyes went wide as they looked at you. Hyunjin looked into your eyes, his eyes starting to sparkle.

“What is it?” Changbin asked.

“Woojin, where I was stabbed, what room was that?” You asked.

“Uh... Our infirmary.” He said.

“Right, and what was I stabbed with?” You asked.

“A syringe.” Woojin said, his eyes going wide after.

“What does that mean?” Felix asked.

“It means it’s at the prison! Whatever made me immune, was in that syringe!” You said.

Gasps came from most of them, smiles stretching across their faces.

“Of course! Why didn’t I fucking thing of that!” Seungmin gasped, shaking his head.

Hyunjin smiled at you, his eyes bright. You smiled back at him as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Slight problem.” Woobin piped up. “The prison is over run by walkers.”

Hyunjin looked back at everyone, then to you, a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

“Are you all willing to risk it all to save humanity?” Hyunjin asked, turning and looking at them.

The men around you both smiled, all nodding their heads. Hyunjin smiled brightly, his eyes determined.

“We leave tomorrow morning.” He said.

Everyone nodded and departed, leaving you and Hyunjin together. Hyunjin looked at you and gave you a soft smile.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m going tomorrow, right?” You asked.

Hyunjin fell silent, pulling his lip into his mouth.

“I think it’s better if you stay here.” He said.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“Y/N, it’ll be better if you do.” He said, turning away from you.

“I’m going whether you want me too or not Hyunjin.” You said firmly.

“And what makes you think you are?” He asked, his eyes narrowed as he turned back to look at you.

“You all can drive off without me, you all can go. I’ll just walk. You can’t force me to stay.” You said, crossing your arms and looking up at him.

He stepped close to you, anger flashing in his eyes.

“Why are you like this? Why can’t you just fucking listen to me?” He asked firmly.

“Because Hyunjin, I lost so much already. I-I can’t imagine losing you or any of them. I’m immune Hyunjin. I should be the first you choose to go.” Your voice slightly broke as tears filled your eyes.

You just wanted to help. You just wanted to be there for him, you wanted to protect him. His eyes softened when you wiped at your eyes, his hand coming out and pulling your head into his chest. He sighed as he bit his lip, shaking his head.

“If I let you come, you follow my orders. Got it?” He sighed.

You nodded and looked up at him. His long fingers gently caressed your cheeks, his eyes soft.

“You wanna sleep with me tonight?” He asked.

You smiled and nodded as he led you into his room. You slid into his bed and under his covers, his scent all around you. He slid in next to you, pulling you into his warm embrace. He stroked your hair as you hid your face into his chest, closing your eyes.

“Are you scared?” He asked.

“A little bit. I’m more afraid of losing any of you.” You whispered.

“Everything will be okay.” He whispered, his fingers threading through your hair as he held you close to him. “I promise.”

You and Hyunjin were the first ones to get up and get ready. Neither of you really talked, but you found comfort being close to him that morning. You both packed your weapons as the others began to appear, preparing their own weapons. Chan walked over to you and gave you a smile.

“You’re coming Y/N?” He asked.

“Of course.” You said with a smile.

“I’m surprised Hyunjin allowed you too.” Woobin said with an amused smile.

“She wouldn’t let me say no and threatened to walk if we left her.” Hyunjin grumbled.

Chuckles came from the group of men around you and you couldn’t help but giggle at Hyunjin’s grumpy state. You walked passed him to get to the passenger seat and pulled him down by the front of his shirt, giving him a small peck. He watched you walk away with a small smile on his face.

“I guess you really have met your match.” Jisung giggled.

“Yeah yeah, shut up.” Hyunjin mumbled.

After you finished putting your weapons beside your seat, you walked over to the back of the trucks where Hyunjin was going over the plan.

“We’ll go through the gate first.” Hyunjin said, talking about you, him, Chan, Woobin, and Jeongin. “And then the second car will go in. Chan and Woobin will be firing out the windows to get the walkers in the courtyard so we can make our way inside. Woojin, Felix, and Jisung will also start shooting when the courtyard comes into view. After that we head straight for the infirmary with Chan in the lead.”

You all nodded, when Seungmin piped up.

“We need to think of a way out. There’s too many walkers for us to kill them all.” Seungmin sighed.

“We do have that self destruct thing.” Changbin said.

“.... What?” You asked.

“Oh.... That.” Chan said awkwardly. “Okay before any of you get the wrong idea, everyone agreed on it.”

“.... You made a self destruct button?” Hyunjin asked.

“.... Yes.... Yes I did.” Chan said.

Everyone fell silent, and you made eye contact with Hyunjin.

“Listen, we all agreed if the place was too over run we’d just blow the whole thing up.” Chan said, throwing his arms up.

“... So where is that button?” Hyunjin asked.

“It’s on the first floor, in my office. No one else knew where it was located but me and Changbin.” Chan said.

“We might just need it.” Hyunjin said, earning a nod from everyone else.

“... Slight problem.” Chan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“What is it?” Hyunjin asked.

“If you hit the button it blows up right away.” Changbin said awkwardly.

“.... Never mind.” Hyunjin sighed.

With that, everyone got into their assigned trucks and you all got ready to head out.

“... A self destruct button though?” Woobin asked.

“It sounded like a good idea at first okay.” Chan sighed.

You and Hyunjin laughed as you all headed for the prison. As you got closer, you felt your nerves wracking again. You felt Hyunjin’s hand on your thigh, warm and comforting.

“It’s going to be okay.” Hyunjin reassured you.

You gave him a soft smile and nodded. You felt one of Woobin’s hands on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. You looked back at him and smiled, feeling thankful for the comfort.

“We’ll be together the whole time.” Jeongin reassured you.

You smiled at him as the prison began to come into view. You looked up and an idea popped up in your head.

“Hyunjin, open the sun roof.” You said.

“Why?” He asked.

“Just do it.” You said, loading your gun.

He did as you said and you raised your body until your upper half was out of the truck. You saw fired your gun and hit as many as you could as Hyunjin drove into the fence, breaking it open. You heard firing behind you and watched gunfire fly below you as Woobin and Chan shot at the walkers. More gunshots rung in your ears from the others in the other car. Hyunjin hit the breaks and you hopped out from the sun roof and stood on the car, shooting down the walkers that ran out.

“I see you Y/N!” Felix yelled as he got out of the other truck, his eyes sparkling.

You smiled as you hopped down and followed the group to the entrance. Chan took the lead and took a deep breath.

“You okay?” You asked.

“All Hell is about to break loose.” He said.

“We’re right here with you Hyung.” Felix reassured him.

Chan smiled as Changbin took up the spot beside him, giving him a reassuring nod. Chan took a deep breath before kicking the door open, sending a walker flying from the force. Snarls and growls echoed throughout the prison as they all began to run for the group. You were in the middle of the group, Hyunjin and Woobin protectively on either side of you. Walkers dropped left and right as you all made your way to the infirmary.

“Y/N, Woojin, go in the infirmary and get what we need! We’ll hold them off!” Hyunjin yelled.

You and Woojin ran through the infirmary door. Two walkers ran towards you both and you quickly put a bullet in the both of them before running over to where you had been stabbed. You froze when you saw Ed’s body, his face blown off. You shook your head and found the syringe he had used to stab you, your dried blood on it. You took a good look at it, seeing a dried, yellow fluid in it. You rummaged around until you found multiple bottles and syringes of it.

“I found them Woojin!” You yelled.

Woojin ran over and grabbed them, a smile on his face as he took one of the doctor robes and wrapped them all up in them and stuffed them in his bag. You both smiled at each other before running back out of the room. Hyunjin cracked one of his guns over a walkers head and then shot it point blank under it’s jaw. He looked back at you both and you smiled and nodded.

“Let’s get out of here.” He said. “Lets go!”

You all hurried down the stairs, your heart stopping when you realized how many walkers were coming.

“There’s too many! They’re going to catch up to us!” Minho yelled.

You pushed your legs harder as you headed for the exit. You turned your head and saw Woobin running up last. He turned around and watched asall of the walkers came charging, going to be able to get out of the doors. He looked at you before pushing you out.

“Thank you for everything, kid.” He said before slamming the door shut and sticking his gun through the handles.

“Woobin!” You screamed, trying to get to the door.

“Y/N don’t!” Hyunjin yelled, grabbing you and dragging you away.

“No! We can’t leave him Hyunjin!” You screamed as he lifted you and pulled you back to where the trucks were.

Woobin ran through the first floor, walkers grabbing and snapping at him. He felt a sharp pain in his thigh as one bit down on it. He grunted and smacked it’s head off the wall, before running into Chan’s office. He pushed over the desk and found the button under a false part of the rug. He looked up as the walkers rushed in, about to get him, when he slammed his hand down on the button, everything turning white.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

A loud bang echoed throughout the air as the prison went up in flames and fell as you cried out for Woobin.

“No! Woobin!” You cried, tears pouring down your face as Hyunjin covered you as smoke swept through the courtyard.

“He... Used the button.... He sacrificed himself...” Chan rasped, his eyes covered by his arms from the smoke.

You sobbed into Hyunjin’s chest as he clutched you tightly. Your hands gripped his shirt as your body shook. Grief filled your heart as you stayed in Hyunjin’s arms.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”

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Mending Fences

Charley stood there in a stupor in front of his X great grandfather Lindbergh. It felt like the two were in a never ending stare off. There was a pregnant pause before Lindbergh spoke up.

“Glad to see your up and kicking kid.” Lindbergh said.

Charley stood there struggling between emotions of anger and fear. He was angry at the older Mink for sabotaging the barricade which caused Charley to be separated from his parents and forced into the harsh wasteland. Yet at the same time he feared that with the wrong move or the wrong word Lindbergh could wipe Charley out of existence with a simple snap of a finger.

“Name’s Lindbergh.” Lindbergh said as he held out a hand. Charley stared at the gesture unsure of what to do, should he let his anger boil over and berate the older Mink or thank Lindbergh for saving his life. “Whatever you choose you better do it soon before they get suspicious.” Charley told himself. Charley thought back on Lindbergh’s last recording. “My time is up, as of now the Revolutionaries could be all wiped out, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from being with Dragon and the gang is that destiny has a funny way of working things out. If its destiny’s desire then the Revolutionaries will return one day, so I’ll leave it up to destiny if Project: Minuteman will ever see the light of day. To the person listening to this I guess destiny has chosen you to restart this project so lets begin, activate self destruct code: N-X-211. Goodbye and good luck”. An elderly Lindbergh spoke. Charley thought back on that word, destiny. Looking at this version of Lind there was no way he could’ve known about the war, nor that he would be sealed within a barricade with no rescue party to bust him out later, nor the repercussions his actions would befall on his own family 200 years later. When he really thought about it Charley could only sum up destiny as the only explanation, but why him? Why didn’t destiny chose someone more suited for this like his mother Ratchet; she was determined, headstrong, brave, and a leader when she knew she needed to be. Destiny could have chosen someone for Lindbergh’s will long before Charley was born or long after he had passed on, yet for some strange reason it had determined Charley was the right one for the job. “I’m Charley, its nice to meet you.” Charley said sharing Lindbergh’s gesture and shook his hand. “You're quiet something kid, your escape from death has been the hottest gossip throughout all of Momoiro Island.” Lindbergh said with a slight chuckle. “Well I have whoever made this artificial heart to thank.” Charley said. From behind Charley could hear Koala approaching. “ You don’t have to look that far, Lindbergh here is not only our Southern commander but also head inventor. That’s his handy work ticking inside of you.” Charley turned to Lindbergh. “You saved my life Lindbergh, I can’t thank you enough for that.” Charley said sincerely. “There’s no need to thank me kid, we couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.” Lindbergh said. “We”? Charley asked with a raised eyebrow. Koala cut in. “Yes, Lindbergh wasn’t the only one alone in saving you. Along with him there was our medical and science team as well as the rest of the Revs contributing in some way.” Koala said. “When we were reviving you Belo Betty stormed into the operating room and used her cheer cheer devil fruit to aid in your fight for life.” Lindbergh said. “Well it's clear that her efforts weren’t lost, I owe Betty and the others for saving me too.” Charley said. “There’s also one more person that was involved in saving you, if it wasn’t for her we would’ve never found you.” Koala said. “Hana”. Charley said with a warm smile. Both Lindbergh and Koala nodded their heads in agreement. “Can I see her”? Charley asked. “ You can but you should really be back in bed.” Koala scolded Charley for his earlier shenanigans. “Yeah, sorry about that, I just had a little freak out.” Charley said with a sheepish grin. “I can go and bring her to you if you’d like, just as long as you promise to get some rest.” Koala said. “I promise, Barricade Scouts honor”! Charley said. Charley realized what he had just sputtered out and looked at the confused faces of Koala and Lindbergh. “Um..” Charley stuttered. “Shit, the Barricade Scouts didn’t exist until after the war, c’mon Charley think of something.” Charley told himself. “Barricade Scouts? What’s that”? Lindbergh asked. “It, its what me and my friends call our little group.” Charley said nervously. Lindbergh and Koala seem to accept this answer.

“Well why don’t I help you back into bed while Koala goes and gets your friend”? Lindbergh said. “Sounds good, thank you.” Charley replied. “I’ll go and get your friend then.” Koala said. As she headed out the door Lindbergh offered Charley to use his shoulder as a crutch, the younger Mink took the older ones offer and slowly hopped back to bed. “I’m sure you’re getting tired hopping around like that.” Lindbergh said as he pulled out a long case of some kind. “So…Why don’t we fix that.” Lindbergh said as he popped open the case. Inside was a mechanical steampunk artificial leg. Charley stared in awe at the device. “You made this Lin? It looks remarkable.” Charley said. “Aw, shucks kid, this is just child’s play compared to my other works, like your heart for instance.” Lindbergh said pointing to the glow in Charley’s chest. “Or Project: Minuteman”? Charley added on. Lindbergh froze solid on the spot, dropping the leg in the process. Silence filled the air once again for a brief moment before Lindbergh spoke. “H..How do you know about that? Lindbergh asked shocked. Charley took careful thought to this question, one wrong word and he could be gone forever. “I don’t know about it, only its name from an acquaintance of yours.” Charley replied. “Who”? Lindbergh asked. “I can’t say, they wish to remain anonymous.” Charley said. “Charley, I need to know who told you about Project: Minuteman. It is a super secret top project I've been working on to help end this war before it goes too far. If anyone like the World Government or one of the Yonko gets their hands on it the lives of the people will be in great danger.” Lindbergh said in a serious tone of voice. Charley thought about telling Lindbergh the truth. It was very risky and there was a high probability that Lindbergh would think he was crazy but Charley needed to find out what Project: Minuteman was. If it could save the wasteland and make a better tomorrow for Sugar and the others than the risk was worth it. He just had to approach this right.

“Morley was the one who told me.” Charley said. Charley could hear inaudible grumbling from Lindbergh. In truth Morley had been the one to mentioned Lindbergh’s project, it just wasn’t the Morley Lindbergh was familiar with. Morley didn’t know much about it rather that it was something Lindbergh thought could change the tides of war. “Wait, how do you even know Morley”? Lindbergh asked. Charley took a deep breath in. “This is it, Goda help me.” Charley silently prayed. “As of right now Morley doesn’t know me, I’m not from here and when I say I’m not from here I’m not talking about being from a different island or even a different sea. I’m from a different time, a long time away from now. I know that sounds completely insane and worthy of having me thrown into an insane asylum but I can show you proof”! Charley said. Charley picked up his SEAHORSE that Lindbergh had placed on the nightstand and placed it in the older Minks hands. “Your tech savvy right? You should know about the developments Sea-Tech has been making, one of which is the Sustainable Electric Assisting Hazardous Obstacles Reliable Survival Equipment or SEAHORSE for short. If I’m correct about what point of time I’m in then they have only just developed the prototypes.” Charley stated. Lindbergh sat there in utter silence, his attention being fully taken by the SEAHORSE he was holding. Charley could tell from Lindbergh’s facial expression that the older Mink was trying to process everything. “This looks much more advanced than the recent Mark 1, even the in development Mark II and rumored Mark III.” Lindbergh barely whispered. Charley wanted to feel some comfort that Lindbergh was questioning how the younger Mink could have a super advanced model of a recently developed tech, but Charley couldn’t get ahead of himself. He had to fully sell the older Mink on his authenticity. Charley reached out and undid the latch on the SEAHORSE. Lindbergh looked at him. “Go ahead, give it a spin.” Charley said smiling. Lindbergh looked like a child on Christmas morning, if said child was hyped up on sugar and had gotten an entire candy store plus a pony as their present. Lindbergh eagerly strapped the device on his arm. It took the device a minute to process Lindbergh’s information but as soon as it finished processing Lindbergh eagerly flipped through the tabs of the device. Even through the goggles, Charley could see Lindbergh’s eyes sparkle in wonder meant. “This device is remarkable! So many functions; item organization, vitals tracking, a world's map, radio, Geiger counter, and is that a Multiple Assisting Target System?” Lindbergh asked enthusiastically. Charley waited patiently for Lindbergh, hoping the older Mink would notice a very special feature of the device. “It even comes with a security identification system”! Lindbergh said before pausing. “Wait, security identification? Then how am I able to use this unless.” “Were related to each other.” Charley cut in. Lindbergh stood there in disbelief, stunned at the revelation before him. Charley spoke up. “Lindbergh I know this is a lot to take in and I can’t really go into detail about what’s going on, heck I’m already taking a risk as it is just revealing the SEAHORSE to you.” Charley said. “Kid.” Was all that Lindbergh was able to say. “Its just that the place I’m from could really use a second chance and if your project can help me and the other Revs then we…”Charley was interrupted abruptly by a sudden hug from Lindbergh. “I’m so sorry Charley, I’m so sorry we screwed the future up for you.” Lindbergh said shakily. Charley hugged the older Mink back. “Don’t be sorry Lin, you might just be the one to get us out of this mess.” Charley said. “ No kid, if anyone is going to save the future it's you. As far as I know I have to just let time take its course and flow with the current, otherwise I could end up erasing the world’s best hope at a better tomorrow.” Lindbergh said. The two nodded at each other in agreement, from this point forward it was up to Charley and his friends to fight for the future. “So, about Project: Minuteman.” Lindbergh started.

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