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Chrollo + Phantom Troupe Teaser

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(Teaser my ass, holy shit this is going to be a long one)

Name: (y/n) Kurta

Nen Type: Conjurer

Nen Ability: Terracotta gauntlets with a lion head on top of the hand. The lion head can detach from the clawed gauntlets and act as physics-defying grappling hooks.

Example of Ability: You can use the grappling hooks to grab and throw whatever is caught, this can include people or other large objects. It will feel fairly weightless.

| Part 2 |

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You remember the day perfectly, it was humid and moist, yet just cool enough to stop you from sweating. You had on your usual Kurta garb, purple and yellow with symbols and designs in honor of your heritage. You stayed home that day, being two months pregnant with your future child made your father worry too much.

You were barely showing at this point, but he still kept you home despite your line of work. You were a protector of sorts, a guard to your clan, keeping everyone protected as well as leaving to explore the world and bring back new things. You enjoyed your job, but your sweet old man didn't want you to over exert yourself.

"When you leave again you'll have to bring your secret lover." Your father would constantly start. "I bet he's a gentleman considering what your mother taught you." A fatherly smile gleaming over his wrinkling features. "If he runs off I'll hunt him down and strap him to our dinner table." He would joke.

You would lightly scold your father, knowing he would surely follow his words. "Stop. Keep acting like that and you'll chase him away."

You sighed at the fond memories, glancing out the window of the kitchen to watch the bright sun set below the horizon line. Deep purples and rich oranges decorated the clouds in a comforting glow. Another color, rich and warm, too warm, littered the skies. Coal black smoke rose above the tree tops and covered the beautiful sky in a suffocating cloak.

A lump got caught in your throat at the sight, you knew the colors and smoke anywhere, the burning trash of Meteor City making it a familiar sight. The smell too, burning your nostrils and making you cringe further confirmed what was happening.

Fire. Burning, raging fire was engulfing the village and eating it whole. Screams and cries for help filled the air as buildings crumpled into the ground. That was your call to action, you jumped out of your window and summoned up your nen, claws outstretched and prepared to slice any unknown mother fucker you could find.

You found one, a dark silhouette in the night with a slim build and intense pink aura coming from their hands. It felt familiar, the aura, but you didn't pay it any mind before shooting out the lion head on your gauntlets.

With chattering teeth they by harshly into the figure's forearms, dragging them across the floor and above your head into a burning building behind you. You cried and quickly jumped on the figure, slicing at their chest. Large, long gashes oozed out buckets of blood, and you quickly silenced the figure's cries with a even deeper gash to the throat... their head now hanging by a thin thread of flesh.

The blood that coated your nen gauntlets were nothing compared to the crimson that flooded your eyes. You would slaughter anyone that was not a clan member, you swore on that. Looking around your red tinted gaze fell upon the horrors caused by the raiders.

Bodies, bloodied and broken beyond recognition littered the ground. You wobbled over to one of them, barely making out who it was, an elderly woman you could almost call a grandmother. Her wrinkled features were slack and littered with blood, but the empty, oozing sockets where her eyes should be haunted your nightmares. You wailed louder than the dying screams, fat tears streaming down your cheeks and landing in the empty holes.

"Papa!" You shrieked, stumbling up off the ground and rushing further into the carnage. Your legs barely kept up as you rushed past the fire ridden village. "PAPA!" You screeched into the crackling night.

You paused, breath caught in your throat making you choke on the smoke. There was a silhouette shrouded by ash and darkness and flames, a distinguishable fur coat lining its figure. You gagged at the smoke, hiding behind a broken building to listen to the mumbling figure.

"Has anyone found her?" A smooth, honey like voice echoed past the dying screams.

Chrollo? Wha-? What's going on?! You stumbled on a piece of debris, tripling and falling onto a warm, bloodied corpse. You gave out a strained whimper, almost a shriek, as you tried to collect yourself and run away.

You could hear him behind you, you could almost feel him behind you. His nen spilled from his pores and surrounded you in a suffocating hold. You quietly gagged, hand over your mouth as you held back the bile rising in your throat. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision with smoke and tears.

~~~

You bit your bottom lip, whipping your hair over your shoulder and staring at the man across from you. He was large, muscles bulging through the thin black shirt he wore, yet he was no where near strong enough to take you down. Theoretically, the only person out of this year's batch of hunters that could possibly stand against you was yourself and that clown whom got his ass kicked out for attacking one of the wardens. This guy was no where near your level, you couldn't even sense any nen.

"What's wrong little girl?" He spat, crouching down and preparing to bulldoze you. "Shaking in your boots?"

You narrowed your eyes with a scowl, scoffing and looking at the chairman across the plaza. "Hardly."

The large man growled and dashed with his arms out stretched. Typical. You jumped high into the air and twisted around, your leg coming back down on his thick skull. Your foot clashed against the crown of his head and shoved his face into the ground, bringing him to a dead stop. Jumping back to the ground you inspected the damage, the floor was cracked and you could barely see his head past the new hole in the ground. The man wasn't moving, you knocked him out.

There was some clapping from the end of the plaza, shoes clacking against tile as he wondered closer. His steel grey eyes trailed down to your chest as he neared, old perv. "I'm a little disappointed." He mused, looking back up to meet your stern gaze. "I thought he would have a better chance against you. Though, it's always a treat to see a first timer beat the Hunter Exam."

You lightly smiled at the praise, a small memory of your father coming into mind. "I appreciate it."

Netero grinned at your words, but it slightly faltered when he glanced back at the designs of your clothes. "So, what hunter are you aiming to be?" He started as he shuffled through his clothes.

"Bounty Hunter, there are a few people I want to find."

"The Phantom Troupe, hm? I can't blame you, they have done some pretty horrible things."

You glanced over at the old man, your gaze being met with a knowing expression and a Hunter License. "Thanks...." You warily replied, taking hold of your new license. It should serve you well, you hoped.

A few hours later you wondered into the fancy hotel you were staying at. A few strangers glanced at you with a disgusted look, you couldn't blame them as you were still covered in dirt, leaves and a few splotches of blood. A tired sigh escaped your lips once you finally got to your room, taking the card and swiping it you entered with a delicate smile. "Kurapika! (S/n)! Where are you guys?"

A tuft of blond hair wizzes past the corner of the small living room. Dark grey eyes quickly following and staring back at you with a disgruntled expression. "Your son is a handful." Spat Kurapika.

Behind him a small, pale skinned figure peeked behind the corner, a cheeky grin plastered on his chubby face. "Momma!" He screeched, rushing over and running into your waiting arms.

You gave him a kiss on his forehead, using your hand to push away his fluffy raven hair. "Pretty sure you were the handful Kurapika, no way this little angel was was trouble."

Kurapika slightly smiled, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Only when you are around, anyway, how did it go?"

You sighed and sat on the marble flooring. "It was really easy, but I've had the training for it to be easy. You will probably have a hard time, especially if that clown shows up again." You mumbled the last part, moving to the kitchen to grab you a snack, you were starving.

"Then teach me the "magic" you claim to know."

"I wanna see magic! Momma can you teach me too?" You took a big bite out of your snack, giving a glare to both of the kids.

"Sorry squirt, when you get older I'll teach you."

Kurapika furrowed his brows. "You keep telling me that if I pass the hunter exam you'll teach me."

"Change of plans-"

"Change of plans?! What do you mean change of plans? I still don't understand why you won't teach me this "magic" you keep talking about! I would be strong enough to fight the Phantom-"

"Kurapika." You sternly glared in his direction, the look in your eyes forcing everyone to quite down. "You know I don't want you to even get involved with this. Besides the change of plans isn't that bad, I want you to figure out this "magic" thing yourself and return when you are ready. I still want to teach you, but I don't want you to get killed in the process.

"I have a plan to find and hunt down the Troupe, but it will take time. If you aren't ready by the time I am, you will not be permitted to help. Instead you will stay somewhere safe and take care of (s/n) for me."

Kurpaika's dark grey eyes stared into the back of your head and burned holes into your skull. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, yes I am. Even if you learn this "magic" there is no telling how powerful you will become. Even with years and years of rigorous training like myself, I won't stand a chance against more than two of them at a time." You kept your stance, standing tall above the blond you called a little brother. "I don't want to see you get hurt, Kurapika. I can't see you get hurt."

Your son waddled over to your tense form and wrapped his shirt arms around your thighs. "He won't get hurt momma, I'll make sure of it!" A beaming smile did it's best to comfort you.

"I know you will, (s/n)." You turned your attention back to the blond, giving him a stern stare that told him you meant what you said. "I want to protect him too."

Kurapika growled, you knew how important finding and slaughtering the Troupe was to him, so why make it so difficult? Wouldn't it be easier to teach him and make him stronger so the both of you can fight?

You looked away from the blond as he stormed into one of the off rooms, you knew what he was thinking, but that wouldn't change your mind. You blamed yourself for your clan's slaughter and you wouldn't be able to live if he was to die too. You didn't want him to get involved in our own affairs, especially when they were so dangerous.

"Momma," You glanced down at the head of fluffy black hair still clinging to your legs. "Why do you and Uncle Kurapika argue so much? Who is this Phantom Troupe?" His chuffs cheeks puffed out, his brows furrowing in thought.

"(S/n)... it's a long story. One you aren't old enough to hear I'm afraid." You leaned down, picked him up, and rubbed your nose to his own rosy one. "Till then I'll keep you safe."

"From the Troupe?"

You glanced away form his coal black eyes, the painful memories a bit too much to handle at the moment. "From monsters that want to hurt you." You planted a kiss on his forehead, wiping away some of the scars burned into your mind.

~~~

You were going to strangle that boy when you find him. With gritted teeth and blazing eyes, you haven't been this pissed off in years. You stomped over to the glass window of the hotel room your all too kind employer provided.

You gave him simple instructions, go off and figure out the basics of "magic", and then return for more training. It was supposed to be a test for the rebellious teen.

That's what it was supposed to be. Instead, he decided he had enough of you and left to find the Troupe on his own, leaving your precious son to be alone in a secure hotel room while you worked. You might just kill Kurapika next time you see him.

You fanned down the small wrinkles on your slim dress, straightening out the slit that trailed to your thigh. It was black and long enough to trail behind your tall heels. Around your neck was a pearl necklace and a fur scarf hanging on your shoulders. Your hair was curled and allowed to flow freely behind you. You also had some pearl earrings and a pearl bracelet.

Swiping the last of your lipstick on, pursing your lips and giving them a little smack before turning to the small child on the couch. His eyes were glued to a puzzle he decided was more interesting than the television. "(S/n), I'm going to have to go in a minute. You'll be fine right?"

Doe eyes glanced back at you, a puzzle piece tightly held in his hands. "I'll be fine!"

"You remember the rules right?"

"No leaving without you or Kurapika, don't answer the door unless it is you or Kurapika, make sure I call you if something is wrong or when I go to bed,-"

"I get it." You waved a hand in his face, a gentle smile etched onto your painted lips. "My smart little boy remembers everything."

He nodded, leaning into the backside of the couch to wrangle you into a hug. "Come back soon!"

"I will, don't worry. Love you."

"Love you too."

You were off, leaving and meeting with your employer at his hotel before making your way to a dinner with a few high end Mafia men. You quickly met up with the man, he was a son to one of the ten dons and hired you as both a body guard and a rental girlfriend. A little demeaning in your eyes but anything to get close to your targets.

"You look stunning." Mentioned the man, his arm linking with your own. He was a handsome man, that was obvious, a real charmer too. With chocolate brown hair slicked back and bright green eyes you could stare at for an eternity. He was broad shouldered and muscular underneath his crisp dark grey suit, a pale yellow under shirt and a maroon tie adding to his attractiveness. The poor flirt would be dead if you outwardly admitted that though.

"Likewise." Your hand placed itself on top his forearm, letting him guide you to the fancy limousine he had for the two of you.

You decided conversation would be the best thing at the moment, as getting to know a man you are supposed to temporarily date would be best for the illusion. "Where are we going to meet your father?"

"Ah, a nice restaurant just a few blocks uptown from the auction site." He directed his head to take your facial features in. "They have the best steak I've ever had, amazing garlic butter."

You were beyond tense, but a relaxed smile crept onto your lips. "I just might have to try that. Who else is coming?"

"My father's friends, one is another don, and my two other brothers. I wouldn't worry though, they might ask you a few questions but I would just let me do the talking." He gave you a kind smile, turning back to the driver and telling him the name of the restaurant.

"I don't mean to be rude, but if anything happens I'll have to leave and take care of it."

"Oh! I know, they know. My family actually told me to, uh, rent a girlfriend for the auction days." He ran a hand through his chocolate locks, a sigh escaping his lips and he relaxed in his chair. "Rumor has it that something bad might happen during this auction. Something about sleeping? Like death."

"If that's the case, then I might have to take an early leave."

He gave you a cocky grin. "Just tell me what's happening outside the restaurant, I'm curious about what kind of stuff a hunter gets into."

You returned his gaze, finally relaxing just a bit more. "I'll make sure to keep you posted."

"Sir," alerted the driver. "We're here."

"Good! Let's get something to eat, shall we?"

You nodded, sliding your dress to the side to exit the vehicle. "Oh! Please, don't make me look bad." He jested, quickly shuffling to your side to open the door. "I'll embarrass myself in front of my dad."

"About that, I never introduced myself did I? My name is (y/n)."

He gave a dopey grin. "Right, I'm Jason, it probably would be a good idea to know each other's names, huh? Well, let's go before my dad thinks we are doing something suggestive." He winked and held out his arm for you to take, in which you did with a small scoff.

The two of you walked into the restaurant, a grand archway with a fancy chandelier lighting up the entire entrance with a warm glow. Black marble coated the floor with a glossy reflection, and your heels clicked against them with an elegant sway of your dress.

A man stood at the enterence, another shorter version of Jason. "Ah, Jason! How've you been?" He glanced over at you and gave a devilish grin. "Wow, what a catch. Maybe she'll decide to stay?"

The new stranger sauntered over, a shoulder being wrapped around your shoulders. "If he isn't your type I'm always available. Jackson, by the way." He whispered in your ear with a raspy tone.

"Ignore him," Jason mumbled to you, his cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment, "He's always like this with any human of the female gender."

Humor yourself, or let the poor man walk away with some of his dignity intact? Nah, if you were going to give some of your dignity with these men you might as well have some fun. "You poor thing," You began, turning with a gentle smile to the brother. "Can't keep it in his pants, hmm?" You softly patted the fluffy hair on his head and pouted, shuffling out of his grip and wrapping your arm back with Jason. "Better luck next time." You retorted with a little wave.

With his breath caught in his throat, he coughed and turned to the direction of where their table was. "The tables this way, dad's already there." His mumbling quieted down as he led the way.

Jason turned to you, kept in a laugh, and shrugged. The restaurant was warm along with the cozy glow of the chandeliers hanging from the tall roof. There were many tables, black with cushioned chairs and blazing candles.

Your eyes zeroed on the candles, the beautifully dangerous flame causing you to start sweating. You gulped down the lump in your throat and forced yourself to relax your tensing limbs. 'It's just a small flame, nothing to be afraid of.' You scolded yourself.

The two of you wondered into a private room in the back. There was a large, round, black table in the center of the room, a few couches on the walls with side tables. There were a few candles in the center along with a crystal vase filled with blood red roses. As much as you loved the roses, they reminded you of him.

To distract yourself you glanced around the room, the father and Jackson were conversing, the other son sitting and listening. Jackson pointed in your direction, a sly smirk on his face.

Jason leaned in. "That's my dad," he pointed over to one of the other walls near the couch. A man was leaning on the side, his crisp suit wrinkling with his crossed legs. He had a beard, small but neat, with deep blue eyes and tan flesh. "That is Manchile, he's the Don I was talking about."

There were a few other notable people, but when Jason and you entered the entire room lightened up. The father stood and sauntered over, a sleazy smile gracing his gruff features. "I hope Jason didn't make a move on you?" He extended his hand, slightly calloused from use, but large and warm.

You took it with a gentle smile, time to suck up your pride and be a darling. "I wouldn't worry about him, he's quite the gentleman." Your hand was in worse shape than his, more rough, and must have noticed. The father's face changed into one of surprise and respect. "I'd watch out for that one though." You pointed to Jackson, the man lightly scoffing with a grin.

"Will do." He said with a chuckle.

Manchile joined the table, a few of his men sitting down too. "I'm starved, let's eat."

"Sure thing." The father returned his attention to Jason and you. "Ladies first."

The table was filled, and you ended up being sandwiched between Jason and Manchile. Your eyes would periodically go back to the candles in front of you, and all you could do was twist a small bit of your dress skirt to calm your nerves. You all ordered, and you took your date's advice with the steak.

As you were waiting, the unknown brother, leaned in and gave you a curious smile. "So, a hunter huh? I've never met one, what's it like?"

All eyes were on you now, and you relaxed with the distraction. "It's dangerous work... but if you were trained correctly then it is worth it. Plenty of benefits as long as you hunt something."

"Who trained you?" His green eyes gleamed begins his thin glasses. "Sorry if I'm prying, just curious."

"I don't mind. I trained myself. I've always wanted to become a hunter."

"Really? Ooh, what about the test? I've heard it's impossible!"

You slightly smiled, Manchile leaning in and joining the conversation. "Some of my men are hunters, they talked about fighting each other and impossible puzzles. My best man had to find the damned test four times before he made it."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Well he's not wrong. All the tests are different but we did have to fight each other. There were some puzzles but I didn't think they were that difficult...." You locked your lipstick and took a sip of your water, keeping your posture and chin held high. "Four times huh? I got my license on my first try."

Manchile cackled in his water cup. "Really? You make my best look like babies." The waiter returned with a large bottle of red wine and began to pour it to everyone who wanted some. You declined, drinking on the job wouldn't bid well if something happened. "Next your going to say you could win against one of the beasts."

You stayed silent, doing your best to keep your smile hidden behind your glass of water. Jason peeked over and noticed your curled lips. "No way, seriously?"

"Not sure, never tried." You commented, giving him a cocky side eye. "But probably."

It was the father's turn to laugh, Jackson joining in with some bread in his hands. "Come on, no one's stronger than the beasts. You've got to be crazy."

The father butted in with a joke. "You're a bounty hunter right? You didn't come here to take us out, hmm?"

"No, no, that'd be bad for business. I'm actually after the Phantom Troupe." The table quieted down, so you continued. "Rumor has it some people will 'sleep' tonight, take that as you will, I'm just here for security purposes. More or less."

Manchile waved over a waiter and asked for another bottle before asking some more questions. "You think they will attack? What makes you think they are crazy enough to challenge the mafia?"

"Well, I will admit I don't have proof, but it would be a missed opportunity. I mean if people are going to 'sleep' then the only criminals crazy enough to try anything would be the Troupe. They are also strong enough to do so. I guess you could say it's a hunch."

A few new waiters entered with the food. They set it on the table, asked if we needed anything else, and left.

"Well, son, you found one interesting woman, huh?"

Jason gave a breathy laugh, as if he was trying to keep his nerves together. "Yeah, I guess I did."

The current conversation died out and turned into useless banter. What they wanted to get from the auctions, who they would be fighting it for, money, fame, glory, all of it. Jason leaned over and asked if you wanted something, but you declined the generous offer. You knew there would be Kurt's eyes, but buying them seemed a bit off. Almost like cheating.

You wanted to collect them through force, just like they did, only then will you be satisfied. Still, you appreciated the offer and made sure he knew you did.

Everything was calm, the food was hot and the candles became a later memory from the conversations you were listening in on. That was until a sudden ding echoed in the private room. Then another, and another, and quickly everyone's phones rang of emergency alerts and messages.

You didn't have to glance over Jason's shoulder to see the message, you already knew what happened. Still, a part of you checked to make sure you didn't have to leave the welcoming lot of individuals.

You didn't know wether to be disappointed or excited, but either way you faced your date. "I'll head over to the auction house to investigate—"

"We all will." Commanded the father. "The merchandise is missing, as well as everyone else."

"Everyone else?"

Manchile pulled himself from his seat. "Owl grabbed the stuff before shit went down. But everyone in the auction house is gone, poof, missing." There was another synchronized ding. "There's a hot air balloon heading south."

"In the direction of Meteor City?" You commented, already heading towards the door. "I'll head over there. Keep me informed, I need a list of the people missing and a list of people chasing down the balloon. Anything else of importance will help." You pointed to Jason, but he held out his hand.

"Do you think it's the Troupe?"

You turned and stared into his chocolate eyes, his brows furrowed with worry. So you smiled kindly. "I know it's the Troupe."

"Get the Shadow Beasts." The father's voice trailed off behind the door.

You were calm as you walked through the restaurant, the hectic banter of the trailing mafia men closely behind. They passed you and exited, you quickly following suit. The outside air was crisp and humid from an old rain and the clouds coated the sky like a blanket.

"Are you calling them Jared?"

"Hurry and get worm on the phone Jackson!"

"You already have the merchandise? Good, good, keep it safe and get the others. Worm, Rabid Dog, Porcupine, and Leech are already on their way."

"(Y/n)! If it's the Troupe you should wait for the other beasts and go with them. Just to be safe." Jason held your hand, finally noticing the toughness of your overworked hands. His were soft, raised with little trouble unlike yourself.

"I'll be fine, I'm strong enough to last against one, maybe two of the members if I'm lucky." You slipped your hand from his grip and tore off your expensive heels, no need for them to get ruined like your dress. "Can you hold these for me? I'd hate for them to get dirty." You handed him your pearls, leaving the earrings because they wouldn't get caught on anything. "I'll have to come back and get them."

You smiled at him again and summoned your gauntlets, dashing off to catch a hot air balloon. He stared at your disappearing form, a clear as day blush spread across his cheeks.

~~~

You made it after a while of running, but the battle had already begun. You stationed yourself on top of the plateau surrounding the battlefield, and already you scolded yourself for not trying to keep the beasts as back-up.

Their bodies littered the floors and blood soaked the dry earth. Biting your lip, you assessed the playing field. Uvogin sat alone, a hairy man you could only assume was the Porcupine character stuck to his fist. The rest of the Troupe members, not all of them, sat along the sides with cards in their hands. Machi, Nobunaga, Feitan, Franklin, Shizuku and Shalnark. You wondered if that was everyone or if someone was hiding.

Next was a few mafia men smart enough to not engage in battle, but why haven't they run off yet? You would have taken more care in who they might be, but you were quickly cut off with an ear piercing scream. You covered your ears and crouched down further, wincing at your late reaction.

Uvogin smiled and waited. Blood spurt from Porcupine's ears and not a moment later he fell to the floor with a dead eyed thud. The mafia men began to make their move, so you wondered closer to where they were stationed.

Then it happened, chains tightly wound themselves around Uvogin and tugged him into oblivion. Chains... chains! Kurapika! With your new revelation you ran towards the car everyone was piling into. But in no time Uvogin was packed in and they began their drive away.

With a low growl you sprinted faster and jumped off the cliff side and towards the first car. You tumbled onto the roof, denting it underneath the impact, and attached yourself with your gauntlets.

Your burning rage dismissed the passenger's window, and you smashed into it without care for who was on the other side. Gripping their shirt and almost pulling them out, the frightened girl screeching. "Kurapika!"

Two pairs of red eyes stared into each other's souls. He knew he was in deep shit. "(Y/n)-"

"Don't you fucking dare." You snapped, pointing your finger to the man tied up in the backseat., but your eyes stayed glued on the blond. "I swear to god if I hear any bullshit I'm going to tear a tongue out!"

"Someone's in a pissy mood." A deep voice reverberated through the small confines of the black car. Finally, you glared at the man in the back seat, his entire body tied under nen chains.

"Eat lead Uvo."

"Already checked off the bucket list (y/n/n)."

God, you hated that nickname.

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alice-angel12x · 3 years

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Vil x Reader x Neige

I don't know how I fell for him, that siren from the small kingdom of Prenia. I first meet them when I was young back in my home town. After Jack scared off some daft children who couldn't separate fantasy from reality. They were really convinced that I was a villain from my performance, so many would bully me because of it.

Even so, I meet Y/n on my way to town. They were strolling on the sidewalk with a large basket selling flowers and other hand made trinkets. It was hard not to notice them with their beautiful large owl-like wings and pretty face. I may have stared for too long as they soon noticed me, and with a calm expression, they quickly jogged over to me.

"Hello, umm... My name is Y/n L/n. Umm... I saw your school performance a few days ago and I wanted to give you something, you were amazing," They said as they handed me a beautiful blue-purple flower.

It looked similar to a tulip, at the center of the flower bud had a faint glow of magic. It was a rare flower indeed.

"Thank you, I appreciate your gift and support," I said to them with a small smile.

"You were so good, I don't understand why you're being bullied for your role," Y/n wondered aloud.

"Those kids just can't separate fantasy from reality," Vil sighed in annoyance.

"Are most human youths that gullible?" Y/n asked curiously.

"No It's just my acting was that convincing," I said with pride.

"Well, I can't wait to see what role you'll play next," They said as flew off.

Every school Drama and play I was in, If I looked hard enough I could always find them in the back of the audience. I considered them my first ever fan, maybe that's why I treasure them?

After a while, I forgot about them as my popularity and career took off. I received many fans letters and gifts so they faded from my mind; till one day they were sorted in Pomefiore with me. Y/n was beautiful, but his pride and work went all into his crafts, from paintings to sculpture, everyone in the dorm could tell they were a master artist in the making.

I couldn't help but feel pride when I tended to be his main muse of inspiration. when I became Dorm head in my second year, Y/n came to me with a gift they made themselves, A crown fit for me.

"You were amazing as always, I was inspired to make this as congrats," Y/n smiled kindly and professionally.

Their complements were kind and respectful, not flirtatious and desperate like cater, or odd and obsessively strange like Rook. When I gave speeches at the Dorm I could see Y/n in the back sketching away, as they occasionally looked up to study my beautiful features. I could always tell I was the apple of their eyes. Yet lately they've been distant from me, they never look at me quite the same. They looked as if they're distracted by something... Something far away.

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What do I have to do for them to notice my feelings for them? Y/n and I were best friends in our childhood. My parents ran a charity business and would raise funds for the poor Kingdom of Prenia often. A kingdom inhabited by beautiful winged sirens.

I meet them one day when my family vacationed in the kingdom. I was wondering about the forest on a tall hill when my foot got caught on something. Causing me to fall to the side, I would have gravely hurt myself if it wasn't for the arrival of my hero. Y/n swooped out of know where and caught me before I could hit the ground.

"Are you alright?" They asked as they stared down at me with their kind e/c eyes.

"Y-yes," I stuttered as my heart fluttered in my chest.

"You should really be more careful, it's not safe to wonder these parts without wings," Y/n said as they flew me back to my hotel.

"I-I am sorry, but how did you know I was here?" I asked.

"The owls told me," Y/n answered simply," If you want to explore high places, just ask me and I can fly you over."

"Alright I'll keep that in mind, but how do I contact you?" I asked.

"Just tell the owls, and I'll come," Y/n smiled sweetly as they flew off.

From that day on, we started to spend more and more time together and even became good friends. On one of my birthdays, they showed off their crafts skills by making a beautiful crystal and ruby apple for my gift.

"It's beautiful, thank you Y/n-chan," I thanked as I awed the creation.

"I'm glad you like it, sweet Neige" Y/n smiled sweetly.

It sucked that I couldn't see them in person when my career took off along with schooling in RSA, while they were studying at NRC. Thou I followed them on their art page on Magicam, and one day crossed paths with them in the town in between the two schools. After having no seeing them in so long, I almost didn't recognize them at a fast glance. They matured beautifully and my heart started to pound in my chest.

"Y-Y/n-san! It's so good to see you," I called out as I ran over and hugged them.

"It's good to see you again, sweet Neige," Y/n smiled gently.

It was nice reconnecting with them again, talking about school, and the upcoming festival. Even though, I tried my hardest to win their heart and attention. I can't help but feel like I wasn't the only one on their mind. For some reason this made my heart drop.

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Part 2?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland vil #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #Twisted wonderland neige #neige leblanche #neige x reader

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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❝𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ jeno explores the streets of la with hannah

⇢ set in january 2018

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

“This isn’t a good idea, Hannah.”

“Jeno, it’s only eight. Relax.”

Jeno looked around anxiously. He didn’t think that he’d be spending his last night in LA walking around some unknown streets with one of his best friends. Not that he didn’t like being with Hannah. On the contrary, he loved being with her. It’s just the concept of roaming around an unknown city at night that freaked him out.

“Hey, you cute little thing!”

A man whistled in Hannah’s direction. She just rolled her eyes at him. Jeno, on the other hand, turned towards the man and narrowed his eyes. He knew that people in America did things like this, but he didn’t think he’d have to watch someone do it to Hannah. He glared and draped an arm around Hannah, pulling her closer to him. Maybe he should have insisted on her wearing jeans instead of shorts. Well, he wouldn’t be able to stop her anyway.

“It isn’t safe for you,” he pulled her along faster.

“Okay, big boy, first of all,” she laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist, “I’m not alone. You’re here with me. Second, I’m from California. I know my stuff.”

“Yeah,” he gave her a pointed look, “San Francisco, not LA. And how long do you think it is till someone notices that I’m not some grown man and that I’m only seventeen in this country?”

She scoffed, “Seventeen-year-olds in this country have gone to prison.”

“Not helping!”

Jeno could only hang his head in exasperation as Hannah laughed at him. Here he was worrying about her safety (and his own!), and she was just laughing in his face. He halted and let go of her, taking a step back and watched her throw her head back in amusement. She seemed to act way more carefree now that they were in America.

He was surprised when she took his hand and pulled him forward.

“Stop staring, Jen, and hurry up! I found this really good street with tons of food carts online.”

Jeno did not know what was happening.

Well, he had a good comprehension of English because of being with Hannah and Mark most of the time, but everything around him was zipping past his ears. All he could focus on was how Hannah was rushing around the streets more excited than she had been in a few years. For the first time in a while, she was genuinely glowing with youth.

For some reason, it made his heart speed up.

And he was distracted enough to accidentally run into a small group of people. He jolted back to reality and muttered a quick sorry and stepped to the side. The group of girls giggled and moved to the side, whispering things to each other and looking at Jeno in a way that made him uncomfortable.

“Hannah?” He looked around for her, wondering where she went.

“Yes?”

“Yah!” Jeno jumped as she appeared right in front of him. “Don’t scare me like that. Those girls over there are scary enough.”

Her scan of him made him feel queasy. It was almost as if she could see right through him. For some reason, it made him a little nervous. Anyway, he watched the way her eyes trailed him from head to toe, then he followed as they glanced over to the group of girls he pointed to earlier. They were now grimacing as they looked at Hannah, but the smiles appeared on their faces once they caught him looking once again. That was weird.

“They like you,” she smirked.

Jeno’s jaw dropped. “What? No, they don’t.”

“Trust me, Jen, they do,” she crossed her arms, but not before she tugged a little bit at his jacket. “I dressed you well, and you’re not so bad on the eyes for a nineteen-year-old.”

“Seventeen in this country, and you just used the clothes from our filming,” he rolled his eyes before leaning down to align his face with hers and raising his eyebrows. “Are you calling me handsome?”

“Please,” she scoffed at him, “I’m speaking objectively. And you know you look good. Those girls staring at you? It’s on you, my friend.”

Jeno looked back at the group of girls in a mix of discomfort and disgust. He wanted them off his back as soon as possible. He looked back at Hannah with a silent plea for help. She just chuckled and pressed a kiss to Jeno’s cheek and, for the second time that night, took his hand.

“Now they think you’re off-limits,” she grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“Thanks.” They walked off towards a less crowded street that seemed to have a few more high-end shops compared to the food carts they had been going through. That’s when he realized. “Hey, what about you? Why aren’t guys staring at you?”

“Calling me pretty, now?” she asked him, making him shrug, face lightly heating up. “Well, I’m here with you, and all those guys who I saw notice me saw you.”

He smirked at her. “They think I’m your boyfriend, huh?”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” The way she looked at him, the playful glint in her eye made his breath hitch in his throat and heart skip a beat. She laughed. “Trying to be as flirty as Nana, Jeno? Yeah, nice try.”

He watched as she walked down the street, pulling him along with her. Why did he get flustered? Why did the thought of people thinking he was her boyfriend satisfy him? Why did seeing their clasped hands make his insides melt? And why did seeing the way she laughed while showing him the streets of LA make his heart race?

Oh no.

He knew where this was going, and he didn’t think he liked it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked him, eyebrows knitting together in slight worry. “Why are you being so quiet?”

It took one look at her worried face that made all these thoughts flow into him at once. She made him feel comfortable. She didn’t make things easy, and she knew him. She knew when he was ecstatic, she knew when he was upset, and he could easily talk to her about everything.

He liked her.

“Jen?”

Oh god, he liked her.

“Jeno?”

He liked his best friend and groupmate. He liked the girl standing in front of him. He liked Lee Hannah.

“Lee Jeno!”

“Let’s get rings!”

He nearly regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He watched as the worry disappeared from her face, replaced by a chuckle.

“Okay,” she shook her head in amusement, “a little fast there. You’ve gotta at least take me out to dinner before asking me to marry you.”

“No!” The sudden raise in his voice called a few bystanders’ attention. Jeno facepalmed. “I mean, not like that, Hannah. It’s just that you’re gonna be with 127 and with U now, and I don’t think I’ll be there for all your stages…”

That was a good save, he thought to himself.

“So to keep up our tradition?” she smiled. “Sounds like a good idea.”

He was grateful that that seemed to distract her from how weird he was acting. He looped her arm through his and pulled her over to one of the jewelry stores he could see on the street. “Come on, I’ll pay.”

“Are you sure? Because I can do half.”

“No,” he shushed her, “consider this my Christmas present. I told you I’d get you one in LA. You just need to do the talking.”

The huge smile on her face was worth it.

That’s how he found himself watching while Hannah looked around the cases in the jewelry shop, constantly asking Jeno for his opinion on which rings would look best on them without hindering their stage outfits. Well, not like Hannah would care. Knowing her, she’d wear it without hesitation whether or not the stylists let her. And if she would do that, then so would he.

“Oh, how about this?” she pointed to two simple silver bands. “It says here that we can engrave stuff on the inside. How about crowns?”

“Crowns?” He was amused by her excitement over everything.

“Yeah,” she grinned. “Jaehyun oppa calls me princess, and it caught on with the other oppas. And the fans call you a prince. It seems fitting.”

“It seems so,” he nodded. “Don’t they look a little small, though?”

“True,” she pondered before calling over an employee. “Excuse me? Do these rings come in bigger sizes?”

“Choosing a promise ring for you and your boyfriend?” The clerk gave them a knowing look.

Well, Jeno knew what that meant. He shook his hands and laughed.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” Hannah clarified, “he’s my best friend. We kind of just want matching rings for this tradition that we have before we go on stage.”

“Sorry,” the clerk apologized, “I just assumed. Dancers, huh?”

“You can say that.”

“Well, this is a good choice,” the clerk took the rings out of the case and showed it to them. “This is stainless steel, and it doesn’t corrode or get scratches easily. Also, it’s meant for your pinkies, so it’s naturally small.”

Hannah quickly translated it for Jeno, and he picked one of the rings up to have a closer look. It was simple and understated, and they could easily add it to stage or photoshoot outfits without being scolded.

“I like it.”

“Me, too. Can we possibly get a crown engraved on the inside of each of them?”

“You’d have to come back here in thirty minutes,” the clerk pondered, “and the store usually closes at that time, but I guess you can come back at 11:30, and I’ll have these ready for you. There’s a cafe down the street that’s open till three in the morning. You can wait there. How will you pay?”

“Thank you,” Hannah smiled, “by card, please. Yah, Jeno, it’s already eleven?”

“Huh?” Jeno checked his phone, and his eyes widened as he saw both the time and the amount of missed calls from Jaemin and Mark. He shook his head and pulled out his wallet while the clerk brought them over to the counter. “Hannah, check your phone.”

“Oh shit,” she mumbled once she saw her screen. “Mark is so gonna kill me. I told him we’d be back by nine.”

The two exchanged a look. The clerk handed Jeno his card and a claim stub back. He accepted it and turned back to Hannah.

“Should we buy them food to make up for it?”

“Probably.”

Thirty-five minutes later, Jeno and Hannah find themselves walking back to their hotel, new rings on their fingers. Jeno couldn’t help smiling when he saw the light reflect off of the band on Hannah’s pinkie while she talked to Mark. It was an English conversation, and he didn’t really try comprehending it.

He watched the way her eyes lit up as she looked at their surroundings, a stark difference from Korea and Ukraine, which she had just visited. She was radiating excitement despite probably being scolded by Mark over the phone. She glowed differently under the lights of LA’s nightlife, and it was something he was glad he could witness.

The glimmer of her new ring once again caught his attention. He lifted his own pinkie which held his ring and poked hers without a thought, making her glance at him in the middle of her explaining something to Mark. She laughed and hung up on the elder and looked at Jeno.

“We’re in trouble with Mark,” she began, “but the managers know nothing.”

“Good,” he draped an arm around her. “We’re in the clear, then.”

“We’ll see,” she snorted. “When Mark gets mad, he gets mad. But, hey. We’re in this together.”

Jeno raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re his roommate.”

“And you’re my best friend,” she laughed while holding up her pinkie to show her ring.

“Right. Best friend.”

#hannah.nct2018 #nct 24th member #nct dream 8th member #nct female member #nct female addition #hannah #lee hannah

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prose-for-hire · 4 years

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How Ats characters would spend Halloween with their s/o:

A/N: Happy October! This is written on the assumption that the s/o really likes Halloween !! 🖤💜

Warning: Reader gets sired in one hc (Darla’s).

Angel:

Angel is surprisingly content to celebrate

Doesn’t feel it’ll be bad luck - I mean how more cursed can he get

if you really like Halloween he will do every dumb activity in the name of making sure you’re happy

Will take as much time off for you around the time as you like

He’s the boss anyway

Halloween’s usually pretty quiet

(always is around this time of year)

Won’t like people dressing up as vampires

Will call them all posers

If you do dress up as a vamp he’ll tell you that you look ridiculous

“What are you wearing, huh?” “You don’t want to be like this, y/n”

And will tell you to change

If you pout and sigh he’ll look back at you and instantly feel bad

Explain it’s just a fantasy

And laugh, offering to dress him up as a human

Might protest at first but finds the idea funny

Give him a fake tan and a Hawaiian shirt

Or something brighter anyway

He’ll give you one of those looks

But secretly find it fun when you excitedly pick “human” make up and clothes

If you try and show him off to the others will refuse

Can’t let them know he can get giddy and fun (that’ll just be for you and him)

But you will take pictures

Lots of pictures

he’ll scoop you up and hug you to him, so you can’t see how wide he’s grinning

Spike:

Spike likes to pretend he hates it

But he loves it

No denying it

Won’t even be good at hiding it

but he will maintain he doesn’t wanna go anywhere

if you really plead will go to a bar with you

won’t dress up

but will get a lot of compliments on his Billy Idol costume

you might have to drag him away from a couple bar fights on Halloween

soul or no, the next person that says that name will be in the ground

if you’d rather stay in, he’s got you covered

he’ll have a tv guide or similar and have made a precise schedule of all the best Halloween shows/movies

and have made a reminder of where and when to switch over

will ensure you both have plenty of snacks and drinks to last very near twenty four hours

will have a show or a movie lined up for any mood

want to be scared senseless? Here you go

Something cuter and a little spooky themed? Will line it up for you

(but will complain it’s lame)

Will make sure you’re comfortable and not scared if you’re watching horror movies

will take the piss if you jump but if he notices you’re really not enjoying it he’ll have a back-up to watch

will probably have several alternatives at the ready

the man knows his tv

if you’re frightened he’ll pull you into his side and give you as much comfort as you need

Cordy:

She’ll really like the holiday

Especially dressing up

(and the 24 hours off)

she will have planned her outfit (and yours) a few weeks before

Cordy will have conned Angel into letting her throw a party in the hotel

she will be doing a surprise-Halloween part for you

You love Halloween and you had kept hinting that it was getting close

maybe you could make plans

but she kept making excuses

there was a demon you needed to research

she was tired this year after all the work you guys do

she might have even faked a vision to get out of the conversation

Cordy will want everything perfect

she will threaten the entire team

that they have to come or else

and all of them will be there. She’s too scary not to listen

On the day you might look a little sorry for yourself

sat at reception in a costume just waiting for someone to have Halloween plans

You’ll get told to come into the ballroom (there’s a ballroom in the hotel)

Angel or Gunn will have been tasked to bring you

it’ll be a Halloween wonderland

Decorations, great music and all your friends in cool costumes

(except Angel)

Cordy will run at you and squeeze you tight, kissing your forehead

telling you its all for you

and will give you an amazing costume for you to quickly put on

it’ll be the best Halloween part ever and she will barely leave your side all night

Doyle:

will be a bit unsure about the holiday

Has a bit of insecurity he’s still working on surrounding his demon half

Used to drink his way through the 31st alone

All of the masks and costumes

hard for him not to get a little cynical

Was hard to keep his usual good humour up

also, at this time of year his brooding could have put Angel’s to shame

But will have changed even slightly when he met you

And saw your enthusiasm

How could he deny you that excitable smile you always got around this time of year?

he will literally follow you to any activity you want

just so long as he gets to see you smiling like that

You choose a haunted house or similar

you know all about his demon half, he was open with you

so he doesn’t really find the house scary, although he does jump more than once

finally, he jumps so much he changes and manages to scare the actors away

he gets very pleased with himself

talking about ‘winning the haunted house’

in such a good mood will come with you to a party after

steals a crown from someone’s head

professes he’s the king of Halloween

and you absolutely have no intention of arguing with him

will appreciate all of the extra affection you lay on him through the night

Fred:

will adore the holiday

And absolutely adore you if you love it as much as her

Will literally vibrate with excitement

moving her hands around as she speaks animatedly

telling everyone your plans loudly

Everyone will have heard at least twice

Ghost trains and candy apples

Pumpkin carving and decorating the entire hotel

Literally every floor

Even the already spooky looking rooms

by the time the actual day comes around you’ll both be suuuper tired

you’ve done something pretty much every day leading up to the 31st

you’ll be laying in bed together and she’ll be threading her fingers through yours

humming contentedly and then talking non-stop

about all of your adventures

you start to giggle speaking of wearing costumes and knocking on the doors of the hotel

so you do

you annoy Angel by doubling back and asking him for candy twice

you knock on every door of the hotel, shouting trick or treat excitedly

one ghost answers and says they would like to see what tricks you have on offer

you both scream

you run, hand in hand, away from the ghost on the far side of the hotel where nobody goes

huddle together, under your shared bedclothes

as if that would protect you from the ghost

you spent the rest of the evening, still in costume, wrapped around the other

Gunn:

used to spend it patrolling his neighbourhood

Making sure all the kids were safe from vamps, etc while they were out

(Didn’t know about the Halloween rule)

When he told you about this, you loved the idea

You both came up with a plan

You managed to get him to dress up a little (an eye patch and a hook or similar) and you dress up too

Taking some of the kids Gunn used to look out for to the posh neighbourhoods so that they can get the best candy

The kids had some great costumes and mountains of candy

You made sure they all got back safely

Luckily no real demons in sight

At the end of the night Gunn would offer to take you out somewhere

Maybe a bar if you’re up for it seeing as you have some costumes on

he will enter you in a costume competition

knowing that you look the best in any room

(Halloween or otherwise)

if you don’t win he will absolutely argue with the person that picked the winner

the disrespect

If you don’t wanna go out he’ll be content to go home with you, telling you he’s gonna scare you senseless with the goriest movies

Will look away from the screen more than you

Insists he’s not scared - I mean he fights worse in real life

it’s just it’s a lot of gore when he could be admiring you duh

You won’t be able to tell if that’s the truth or not but take the compliment lol

And cuddle up to him just in case

Wes:

wasn’t such a big thing in England when he was growing up

Took himself very seriously as a watcher

So never really celebrated

So if you love it and suggest all of these fun activities

He’ll be straight into reading up all about them

By the next day can tell you the origin of all of the activities

And after a long-winded explanation which you will sit and listen to

Cos he’s very cute when he rambles like that

He’ll nonchalantly add he wants to try pumpkin carving first

so you’ll be looking for the nearest pumpkin patch before he changes his mind

make a day out of it

hold his hand through the entire day

and maybe hang onto his arm a little

he will absolutely adore you being so physically affectionate

won’t be able to stop smiling

especially if you’re gushing about the

he’ll offer to carry the pumpkins but may struggle a little as he hauls them to the car

you’ll both stop and not be able to stop smiling at each other

he’ll want to make the best one and will research so many designs

he’ll be really proud of himself and you when you show him yours

Wes will hug you softly to him and whisper his thanks

you bring that little bit of joy into everything you do together

and Halloween is not different

he will set the carved pumpkins out pride of place on his desk at Angel investigations

or on the mantlepiece at your shared home

Lilah:

Pretty much works through every year

But this year was different

Made up a horrible excuse and spent it with you

She told you not to expect her to ever do this again

will have spent most of the day in bed with you

you don’t get much time around her job as it is

so you really enjoy spending this time with her

will suddenly get up in the afternoon and tell you to get dressed

you’ll frown, but feel she’s got something planned

you skip to the closet and she shakes her head, places a box on the bed

very special, several outfits for you

with a robe to place over the top

has been talking to all of her contacts and has got you both a very special ticket

she knows how much you enjoy Halloween

so has found a way for you to indulge

time travel, something that has been offered by the senior partners for employees to use (a kind of bonus)

she takes you through the decades

to different events/parties/time periods so that you can experience real events

All spooky themed

she’ll come with you and you have an amazing time

she makes you feel really loved

Lindsey:

he’s indifferent on the holiday

But will humour you if you like it a lot

Probably went trick or treating and all that growing up

But will have “grown out of it”

One he notices how excited you’re getting for the holiday will have to ask

he’ll smile, maybe chuckle at the way you admit you love it

will say he’ll hope for the time off to spend it with you

won’t want to miss your enthusiasm

they don’t give him any time off.

So you call him in sick, using your most professional voice

they believe you (or at least they don’t need him cos its Halloween so they let it slide)

Introduce him to an escape room or something

One of those properly haunted mazes with the freaky actors that jump out

It might even relax him more than his job

He’ll hold your hand through the entire thing

will find a ‘cosy’ corner

and pull you into the shadows, for a kiss

only you could keep his mind off the stress of Wolfram and Hart for this long

he was actually enjoying himself

and the idea he was protecting you from this made up threat

will start to plan something for next year (maybe a surprise for you)

Lorne:

has mixed feelings on the holiday

Loves that he can walk around without question

But gets annoyed at how many people start to touch his skin and try and “take off his mask”

could get really annoyed, making him hide away more

or, with you there, he may embrace it

If you’re really into it will throw a Halloween party in your honour

In caritas, with 90% of the guests being bemused demons

Some will have never heard of what humans do for Halloween

Apple bobbing would be a hit

Lorne will literally stop at nothing if it’s your favourite

I’m talking cobwebs in the corners, spooky playlists and themed karaoke choices

The cocktails would be brilliant and the regular customers that were invited would get really into it and want there to be an annual party

You would be the guest of honour

Lorne would ofc have practiced at least one number

and shout you out (with a big spotlight on u) at the start and the end

of any and all numbers

i’d be surprised if you weren’t pulled on stage at some point

To ensure everyone knows you’re his s/o and there would be no Halloween fun without you

Darla:

really won’t know much of Halloween

But might be surprisingly into it

You all worship us? Once a year?

Has visions of walking through the streets and making people sacrifice themselves to her

She will humour you if you want to dress up

but you only have one option: vampire

she wants to turn you anyway, she can’t spend much longing toying with a human

the other demons would talk

she will break into a mall

clear the area and reserve it for you

take you into all of the shops and will help you pick the most expensive items of clothing

will want to dress you up from a period of time she will remember fondly

as soon as you’re in your outfit will not be able to keep her hands off you

will take you out and show you off

everyone will basically worship you (as she suspected)

she will lure someone away (after she is turned back into a vampire again)

have her fill

and nobody will notice

Halloween will be her new favourite time of year and will love you more for introducing it to her

She will know you like it so much, will offer to sire you that evening

Will want you beside her forever. And knows Halloween is special to you

You accept. It’s the best Halloween you ever spent

Harmony:

will have a plan for you to go to every party she’s been told about

An hour at each and you can double back if there’s a good one

Will wear the least clothing she can get away with

Will look reaally good

Might actually melt if you offer to do a couples costume

She’s a vampire but she’s still used to being a human

Loved Halloween and still does

Great excuse to get drunk and kiss her s/o

She’s very handsy anyway and will try and press as many kisses against you as she can at parties

Might start to nibble on your neck

If you’re into it and don’t tell her to stop she’ll squeal and get excited

And nibble a little harder to test your limits

Either way will be hanging off you in some way

So everyone knows you’re with her

Is surprisingly protective over a s/o

Especially at parties

Loves violence now so will try to get into at least one fight on halloween

You will have to pull her back from slapping the nearest person for looking at one or both of you funny

If her vamp face shows people will assume it’s a costume

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vexillumalbum · 4 years

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Hello! Whenever you do open requests, could you do the Insecure MC headcanons with Lucien and Victor as well? They’re my favorites so I’d really appreciate it. Loved those headcanons with Kiro and Gavin!

Hello to you too Anon! I struggled a bit with writing these so they can be a bit off. I hope you’ll forgive me.

Victor’s HC I treated a little too personal (let’s say I’m in a similar situation as MC is here, because my partner is “wealthy” and I am not as much and when I tell you some rich people are ruthless... yeah they are) so I got a little carried away. I then tried to rewrite it but it just got worse so I decided to post it like that.

As to Lucien - I don’t know him very well. I only have a few of his karmas, and I played only two of his dates. I do not dislike him, he is just not my type in otome games.

With that being said I hope you’ll still be able to enjoy these HCs. Have a great day/night and please stay safe!

*slight spoilers*

“You are gorgeous* with Victor and Lucien:

Victor

“Are you okay in there?” A deep voice from behind the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You quickly wiped your face with a towel, which you then threw into a basket of dirty laundry and looked in the mirror, hoping that you would not see a tearful woman with red eyes and swollen cheeks.

There is a reason, however, that they say hope is the mother of fools.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a minute!” Your voice almost cracked and it took everything in you not to start crying again. You grabbed another towel, soaked it in cold water and started to vigorously tap it on your face to make the puffiness disappear.

On the other side of the door was standing very worried Victor with his brows furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line. He wasn’t deaf, he heard your sobs coming out of the bathroom a while ago and immediately wanted to know what’s wrong but knew you would not tell him right away. So leaned on the wall next to the door and waited for you to enter your shared bedroom.

Paler than a few minutes earlier you finally walked out with a tight smile plastered on your face. You rubbed your still-a-little-shaky hands on your silk robe to occupy them with something and get rid of the feeling of overwhelming nervousness.

♪ Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know ♪ (I’m sorry, I got carried away)

“Who are you trying to fool?” He knew. Of course he knew.

“I’m tired, Victor. Can we please go to bed?”

“Not unless you tell me what’s bothering you.” He was giving you The Look™. This icy glare that he used at work that was basically saying „do as I say” and that every LFG employee was afraid of. You’ve seen The Look™ so many times now it didn’t bother you anymore but Victor didn’t even flinch when you tried to push past him in order to get to the bed. He was stubborn and you were sick and tired of your own thoughts so you gave in.

Being the girlfriend of one of the most influential people in the country (*cough* the whole world *cough*) brought many advantages. Fancy business meetings, cruises on private yachts, beautiful views from hotel windows when you were traveling together for business trips. Not to mention how much love Victor gave you and how much he did for you privately, behind closed doors, where he showed you his tender loving side.

But it also had many downsides. The people you two were mingling with were refined, elegant, sometimes you could even say stuck-up. And you felt like you didn’t belong there. Hell, you knew you didn’t.

Everything was a race between them. Who drove a better car, who had more investments, who knew more languages, who graduated from better university. Where was your place in this picture?

You weren’t stupid, you were the boss of your own company, you were extremely strong-willed and dutiful, you worked hard, but somehow you still didn’t see yourself worthy of being Victor’s partner.

In addition, there was the fact that Victor had little time for you - which of course you understood, he could not put his duties aside because of your whims - but somewhere inside you were still a bit upset.

Your boyfriend didn't know how to react. From the first day of your acquaintance, he saw you as someone confident, brave, not worried about failures, but only going forward. You managed to convince him HIM to give you and your company a chance. Never in a million years would he had guessed that under your tough exterior lay so many insecurities.

He held your shaking body in a tight embrace occasionally giving you a kiss on the crown of your head partially to calm you down and partially to calm himself down. He treated the fact that because of the self-doubt you brought yourself to the state where you cried when locked in a bathroom alone, as a private failure.

Now he had to make up for every time he weren’t there with you. For you.

You were used to lonely evenings spent in front of the TV with your favorite pudding (which compensated his absence a bit). So you were very surprised when a few days later he announced that from now on two evenings a week you would be obligated to spend together doing whatever you would like to.

Watching TV, playing piano, eating, having sex. You named it - he was down for it.

At banquets, when he saw your eyes begin to waver, he hugged you closer to his side or squeezed your hand a bit harder. He made you understand that he was next to you and did not intend to leave you. So you better not leave him

Oh, and if someone tried to offend you or your intelligence/appearance/mannerisms/whatever…

He would be with you in a minute and with the help of The Look™and his CEO voice he would let the poor thing know that the only person with whom something was wrong in the room was them.

Victor was not very good at comforting you with words, but his actions expressed more than a thousand of them.

When you felt the need for self-pity, he brought you a cup of your favorite tea, covered your body with a blanket and hugged to himself, leaning your head against his sturdy chest. This way he made sure that you weren't alone with your problems. Sometimes he was also combing your hair with his fingers humming a melody he knew you loved, because you were constantly playing it on the piano. Like a parent calming their child down.

“Victor, thank you.” You said one time, your voice tired.

“Sleep, dummy. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He once lost you. He wasn’t going to risk it happening again. You were definitely the love of his life, the only person he would ever wait for. So if he had to wait for you to love yourself properly, so be it.

Lucien

The spark of joy disappeared from your eyes some time ago.

Lucien was a researcher, an observer, he knew when changes to your behavior occurred. He noticed them right away.

How you were sabotaging yourself when something good happened to you. How you were dragging down all your accomplishments. How you became even harder on yourself to the point when you were falling asleep in different places because you were so fatigued.

You were physically and emotionally drained but you kept going anyway cause if you stop, insecurities would eat you alive.

“When are you going to tell me what’s been on your mind lately, butterfly?” A simple question asked during breakfast when he put a cup of chamomile tea in front of you made you almost choke on eggs you were currently chomping.

“Whatever you mean, Lucien…”

“I thought you were the one who said that a healthy relationship is based on honesty and openness. Weren’t you?”

This man. Seriously.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in that matter.”

“On the contrary. I am interested in about everything regarding your person.”

At that point you were sure he was aware of a mess you had inside your head. He gave it away by the way he grabbed your hand and wrapped his long fingers around yours, to later bring them to his lips and kiss each knuckle. It was a tender gesture, one he often did to lift your spirits.

You didn't quite want to explain everything to him, uncover all of your insecurities, but when he looked at you as penetrating as if he wanted to expose your soul as gently as possible, you couldn't refuse him.

He held your hand all the time, didn’t let it go even when you rested your head on his shoulder while weeping.

To say that it broke Lucien's heart is an understatement. He knew everything he heard from you that morning. He had all this information, and yet to hear from you how much you did not believe in yourself, how much you loathed yourself, was a blow to him.

All he could do was gradually try to get you out of your bubble. He wanted to replace all that ugliness that you wore inside with something beautiful.

Step one: A healthy mind in a healthy body. Who was supposed to know it better than a doctor?

As you struggled with drooping eyelids trying to perfect another report, which was impossible, Lucien's strong arms gently pulled you away from the desk and led you towards the bed. After several times, you even stopped protesting.

Chamomile tea has always been provided to you in stressful situations. Lucien even instructed Anna to prepare this tea for you at the company where he had no possibility of being.

Your boyfriend attached great importance to what you ate because it was a well-known fact that people with a diet rich in vitamins and omega-3 had a better mood. Oh no, no more junk food

Step two: exhibitions, galleries, theater, cinema, stargazing, watching the skylights, amusement park.

Between research and teaching at the university, Lucien took you to all the places you could have thought of. He took the replacement of ugliness with beauty quite literally.

Your favorite place was a temporary butterfly exhibition at the Natural Museum, because there your boyfriend led you from a display case to a display case and was telling you passionately every interesting fact he knew about different species. How unguarded he became there was amusing but also very sweet.

“Did you know that this butterfly pups quite late and its wings are slightly smaller than the rest of the butterflies living in this area? This does not prevent him from being the most beautiful and useful of all of them.” He said pointing with one hand to one of the insects while the other was drawing small circles on the small of your back.

Did he just compared you to a butterfly?

Step three: a good ol’ love-making.

This man thought that if it doesn't reach you normally, it will hit you how wonderful you are through various positions in bed. Not only in bed

Good luck walking for the next few days

You gave Lucien’s life color, showed him that living with someone who cared about him and loved him was far better, happier. He was going to repay that favor now.

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virtuosin · 3 years

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Time was overall subjective when this far out beyond the Edgeworlds. It was hard to keep track of birthdays, and holiday events however being in the Empire, he had a sense for such things as they worked to help pinpoint memories, and schedules. So when the infamous day of Valentines had come around - Sona would find a box on the bed in the hotel room. Plain. Unassuming. Sat atop it would be a note which upon being unfolded would offer a map and instructions.

Follow the map through the tunnels by 23:45. Do not open the box until you reach the specified location. Use the light on top of the box to illuminate the tunnels. You will find something identifiable once you reach the designated spot.

The lights within the cavern city dimmed to entice the bio luminescent rock ceiling high above. Torchlight took up the streets in a warm glow giving the atmosphere a welcoming, and peaceful vibe. The tunnels too were lit, but only a short ways into the maze. She would have to follow the map to the letter if she had any hope of locating the designated destination.

It would take… a little time. A little effort. Starlight shimmers across the rockface made it seem like she were wandering the galactic plain. A landscape threatening to consume her imagination with its warm twinkles, and dense atmosphere. Even the low laying mists looked like they were kissed with the colors of a nebula, swirling effortlessly with the sway of her steps and motion of her body.

It was upon arrival that the woman would find the identifiable marker. A lantern hung low from an iron arm curved up and over a small mountain of sand and rocks. Stones made stairs spiraling up to its crest to reveal a basket concealed under a small hand towel and two pillows stacked atop a folded blanket under the faint glow of quiet firelight contained within its glass prison.

Another note would be hung from a thin string dangling from the base of the lantern.

Blow out the candlelight, and open the box.

Should she do so, she would find that the cave was not as dark as it originally seemed as moonlight immediately consumed its reaches from an opening high above. Higher than even the storms that raged across the surface of the planet. The light was strange but not for the moon itself, but the source; the neutron start that blazed so strangely not terribly far off. It’s bluish hue thrown off the snowcaps of the moon to radiate gently down into the depths of this place. It was stunning. But more than that – When she would open the box, a single flower would rest inside. It stirred as it felt the rays with reactive pollen creeping from within the flower like tiny fireflies reaching out to the sky. Harmless, and beautiful. As the flower turned to bask in the moonlight, wide, vibrant petals would spread one at a time until fully blossomed. It was alive. Responsive even to the direction the lights would come from always seeking to embrace the rays as if it were the greatest gift that could be given to it.

Behind her Kayn stood with his hands rested to his back. His eyes keen and observant, making a point to not give his position away. To linger at the edges of her vision to drink in her response, and the unfurling of the moon flower.

It would be a few minutes giving her the ability to bask in the moment before he would make himself known, speaking plainly as he watched the tiny pollen fragments drift higher and higher forever seeking the rays of the moon.

“This moon flower is not named only for its reaction to lunar light, but because the pods actually thrive in space making homes on the surface of moons, or near to them. Tide locked are among their favorites, and tend to prosper because there is no waning of light, nor necessity to relocate.”

His steps were calm, and calculated, taking his time to join her, “Consider this a gift. A show of appreciation for your efforts despite–” Kayn waves his hand absently, “–our disagreements.” More like his disapproval of some things, but he surely wasn’t going to get into it.

If she were to pull the towel off the basket, she would find a simple, but well loved meal common among the people of her home world. He doesn’t comment. He simply tends to the blanket, unfolding it and plopping the pillows down so the pair had a place to sit.

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It was late, and by the time Sona found the letter left behind by the Ordinal, Sona had already removed her binding for the day. She hoped he’d understand when she showed up to the location in her normal attire. In truth, she hadn’t any issues traversing the city nor the tunnels--aside from the abyss of twilight which nearly caused her to trip twice. But at least she made it safely within the hollowed out network of corridors. Part of her wondered what he had in store for her this time. Kayn was full of mysteries and his displays were nothing short of grandiose. Always one for the flair, that one. There could be all manner of things he could be plotting for her but...

Whatever she had been thinking--this wasn’t it.

Seated upon the blanket and pillows, Sona finds herself in the moonlit cavern, the flower in the box beside her and the basket on Kayn’s side. The meal before her is not only nostalgic, but coincidentally a favorite of hers; Gyūdon--fresh rice with thinly sliced beef and fragrant slivered onions, cooked with dashi, soy, and mirin. There were even mushrooms and a bit of ginger as well. What’s more, it had a dollop of what looked to be shichimi, a type of ground chili pepper that Galrin was known for. It really was a shock to see a staple from home, to the point that she didn’t wish to disturb the bowl--instead she wanted to admire it for a bit longer, as if it were a piece of art not meant for consumption. Yet, the Ordinal’s pointed glare was all the silent urging she needed to grasp her chopsticks and dig in.

“I must have lost track of time. Certain holidays are universal, even where I’m from. This must mean we’re nearing the fire festival back at home.” Sona reflects aloud, her smile warm and bright. With a warm meal before her so reminiscent of home, she continues to eat and drown in the memories, allowing her senses to be taken over by the comforting sweetness of days past. “You’re full of surprises, Shieda. I gratefully accept this incredible gesture...heh, I don’t even know how you managed all this on Shedola. It’s nothing short of talented.” And she means it. Sona never seeks to fluff up anyone’s ego with hot air, least of all Kayn--he doesn’t need it. However, she’s able to recognize ingenuity, prowess, and ability when she sees it. “It does mean a lot...I-”

“-I don’t...have much to give to you in turn though.” Sona goes quiet for a moment, knowing that Kayn would dismiss such musings. Still, she couldn’t. If she had realized the date, she’d have prepared him baked goods--those were always a perfect gift around this time of year and she knew he enjoyed her food enough. Not that she had ample opportunity to do so, even if she had known of the holiday fast approaching. It gnawed on her mind that she hadn’t anything substantial to give such as a materialistic gift nor succulent--but a thought occurs to Sona as she finishes her bowl; a gift of a different kind that wouldn’t require much from her, but it would still be something which might interest the man so eager to learn.

“Shieda,” Sona calls out his name while standing up. “I know you’re an educated man, but perhaps you didn’t know-” Sona would glance over her shoulder towards the man, a faint smile on her lips. As she does, she steps forward, a hand upon her bosom to calm her racing heart. It’s such a simple thing that she’s about to do, and yet she can’t calm down. She can never shake the nerves, even in the privacy of this cavern. When was the last time she had done this?

“-the Order is quite an old organization and has been around for countless generations. While we have evolved with the times, there once was a time where we memorized oral histories and events. Nothing was ever written, only spoken. It made every individual in the group precious and important, as each carried with them part of the galaxy’s stories and traditions.” Sona smiles a bit brighter, hoping the flash of teeth would help calm her nerves. “The original Templars were nomadic, held no material possessions, and often communed with Ora--though most of their tales have faded into antiquity due to the nature of their paperless ideals. Only folklore and unverified recordings of events exist, knowledge still passed on from the founders of the past to the youth of today. Even if it bears no particular importance on the events of today, it is part of our values to learn of our forebears.” “What’s more-” Sona takes a deep breath. “-is that their voices live on through arcane scripture, written in a dead language that only High Templars are permitted to learn.” Sona turns, now facing the twinkling expanse of the cavern. With the milky moonlight pouring fourth from the opening in the ceiling, it nearly looks as though a halo of snow forms across her crown, an almost ethereal sight.

“Being who I am--what I am--I learned the archaic dialect and their ancient hymns.” And with a final breath to rid herself of what anxiety remained, Sona would part her lips--and she would sing. Music was her life, the small bit of self-expression and freedom afforded to her in life. It was an intimate experience, sharing her song to Kayn in that moment, using the language scarcely known in the entire universe.

“Kuwata tsunowo vralai Tsuriji pufuralekai Kwondzuvai undovartsu wronduwail Tjortetei jeki liago Jiunmata ivelischpfuli Neftyoma sorepiyamei Schijiyako alefni fatalliliya Nic'hpisfa unhoreselye Otrajain aforeje kurasolda Towari hatasei mic'hatasei tsufrallai Otrajain aforeje kurasolda Towari hatasei mic'hatasei tsufrallai ilja Ullilya kojijichatjukaijai-wa nyame fretsumekri fretsumekri linganmai Ulreri manja huteharraku-mu harirch lahadachfei lahadachfei shindulhwo“

It wasn’t a magnificent performance filled with pyrotechnics and an orchestral swell. She’s certain he’s heard far better among the Empire concert halls and various parades his home boasts. Even so, there is something so pure and sincere in her voice, in the way the acoustics of the cavern exemplify the purity to her singing. She had been so nervous to share her melody and part of her heritage to him, but now that her singing has ceased and she has a moment to breathe, she realizes that Kayn is not the type of man to scorn her for what makes her unique. Even as an Ordinal, he would not mock that which she offers him in kind. It’s not the exact gift she had in mind to give him, though she hopes the new insight on her people--and the performance itself--is still enjoyable for him...even without her beloved instrument.

And in the end, she was able to bear more of herself to him--something that is perhaps the most priceless thing of all.

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couragehopelovefaith · 5 years

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I’m watching “Glee” again and it makes me wonder how much good so-called, more or less, side-characters have done for the others. I know a lot of these characters have done many bad things too, and I am not talking about actresses or actors. There are only few examples:

Artie Abrams

- was friendly to Becky for the whole series and encouraged and helped her to get in the school (and therefore helped her to be more independent)

- took care for paying the dinners of the double dates between Santana, Brittany, Puck and him

- took the blame for spiking the drink at the ball (even though it was just a limonade) and was “questioned and tortured” by Sue

- helped Puck with his studies and Quinn to adapt into life with her wheel chair

- encouraged Coach Beiste to reach out for her love (even though her future husband turned out be abusive, he did not know it back then)

- directed the “West Side Story” and kept the group together

- saw the real Kitty behind her “bitchy-mask” and was the one who Tina trusted enough to tell about her fake stutter

- helped everyone to see the world from the wheelchair-user’s point of view

Santana Lopez

- supported Rachel during her pregnancy scare and was the only one who managed to get through to her when she was in doubt of her talent before the opening night and give her the wake up call

- went to confront Sebastian after he had thrown the rock salt slushee on Blaine and recorded his confession

- called Brody off for his gigolo-ways (even though its unfair the show made him a bad guy purely because of that, because he seemed like he did not want to do it and truly cared for Rachel)

- agreed to be Rachel’s replacement on Broadway even after all their drama

- defended Brittany multiple times

- protected Kurt after he returned from Dalton (even if it was mostly for her own good)

- was one of the first ones who saw the signs of Marley’s eating disorder

Quinn Fabray

- was ready to give her child for Mr. Shue, because she wanted the safe place for her daughter to grow up

- she got the yearbook page for Glee-club

- she gave her position as the prom queen to Rachel

- helped Puck (in her own way) to graduate

- convinced the Troubletones to return to the Glee

- was ready to support Finn and Rachel’s marriage even after everything they went through and even if she did not support getting married young

- told Rachel to follow her dreams and knew about her talent the whole way through

- encouraged Mercedes to embrace her own body and self-confidence again when she had body-image issues

- even if she might have gotten Beth back, she chose not to tell anyone (except Rachel) about Shelby and Puck

- took care of Sam’s siblings when Evans’ family lived at the hotel

Noah Puckerman

- was a supportive big brother to Jake

- truly cared for Beth and his happiness and tried to help Quinn during her pregnancy (and many times after that)

- really saw beyond Beiste’s and Zizes’ appearances and appreciated them as they truly were

- were ready to dress up as a woman for the good of Glee

- was friendly to Becky and crowned her as the queen of anti-prom

- learned from his mistakes

- spoke on behalf of the Glee Club to the football-team multiple times

Tina Cohen-Chang

- helped Mike to achieve his dream (by talking to his Dad and by sending the application for the dance school) and encouraged him with his singing

- without Tina and her persistence with Carmen Rachel would have never gotten into NYADA in the first place

- basically never gave up on her own style (except once, temporarily)

- helped Blaine when he was sick and getting over his break-up with Kurt (even though her one-sided crush on him was a little creepy and really sad)

- encouraged Rachel to fight for her love by telling her positive first time with Mike

- was constantly pushed aside by others, but became stronger everytime and was almost the only one who (probably) never left Glee or even considered it

Mike Chang

- never complained about the lack of the use of his amazing dance skills

- helped other’s with their dancing (and probably therefore helped them win the competitions) multiple times

- was supportive boyfriend to Tina and never got involved with cheating (plus, Tike is the most stable and healthy ship in this entire show)

- even after graduating, he came back to help others whenever they needed it

- never stopped evolving and practising his singing

Joe Hart:

- looked beyond his earlier manners and beliefs and supported the gay man and his friends after his suicide attempt

- agreed to deliever Santana’s love song to Brittany

- helped Quinn with her rehabilitation after the car accident

If I figure out some stuff with more characters, I will do part 2.

#glee #noah puckerman #quinn fabray #mike chang #tina cohen-chang #artie abrams #santana lopez #joe hart #my opinion

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lokis-lady-death · 5 years

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The King of the Gods Pt 5

Tom Hiddleston/Loki x reader

Lady Death: This is a sequal to the Interview with a God series I completed a few months ago. This picks up months after the original story ends. If you haven’t read IWAG, HERE is a quicklink to Part 1 or you can find it on my Master List !

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The King of the Gods Part 5 (WARNING: This chapter is very emotional; alcohol and depression triggers)

For all the pain erupting through your body, there was a numbness inside of you that created a pit in your chest. Though your cheeks were still sticky from the tears you had cried while leaving Asgard, none graced your eyes as you rode in the passenger seat of the Escalade David drove. Normally, you would be in the back with Tom, but not now.

'Never again,' you sourly reminded yourself.

After finding you in the woods, spit out of the Biftost like it rejected your very existence, David wrapped you in his jacket and carried you out. When he tried to set you in the backseat you sharply requested to sit up front with him.

He didn't pressure you, gently setting you in the passenger seat without question before hoping in the car himself to put this place behind you both.

The two of you rode in the darkness with silence until getting to town. In the most forced way possible, David cleared his throat.

"Do, uh…. Do, Do I need to take you to a hospital?" he asked uncomfortably.

"No."

"Are… are you okay?"

"No." You swallowed hard as your eyes caught the green reflection of your dress in the window. You pulled his jacket tighter around you.

"Sleep," you whispered to yourself, "I need sleep."

It was quiet another few minutes before Dave pressed further, "Y/n? I know I haven't known you very long and I know it really isn't any of my business, but…" He couldn't help but cut his eyes over at you, taking in the way you had reclused into yourself, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging your legs. "But you know, if anyone did anything to you, anything to hurt you, I'm a safe person, I mean, not to sound weird, but you know if something bad happened, I can take you, ya know, to go talk to the police, its-"

"No!" It hadn't even occurred to you what this must have looked like from his point of view. Sighing, you answered,"No one did anything. Tom… To-Tom and I broke up."

"Oh," he processed. "Ok, but that still doesn't explain-"

"How did you know where I was?" you interrupted.

The question caught the driver off guard, but he answered, "Chris called. He said he needed me to come get you, and then said my services are no longer required. I'm supposed to still be paid out through the rest of my contract which is good I guess but…" He paused. "I don't really know what to think about it, to be honest. What exactly happened? Where's Tom?"

"He left," was all you managed, slinking further into the seat while your forehead pressed the cold glass. It was somewhat soothed to the throbbing from beneath your skull. "He's not coming back."

David's brow furrowed. Taking it all in, he wondered, "Then I guess you won't be staying at the hotel anymore?"

That hadn't even occurred to you. Closing your eyelids, you felt the sting of all your sobbing. They were dry. Too dry. "No, I guess not."

"So how about I help you get the stuff together and take it back to your place?" The offer took you off guard enough that you turned to look at him. Still watching the road, he shrugged his shoulders, "I mean, it's the least I can do. And if Tom's not coming back, his stuff doesn't need to just stay there for house keeping to pawn on eBay."

"Yeah." You managed to sit back up in the seat, taking in a deep breath before saying, "Thank you, Dave."

David smiled sadly, then turned up the radio to some talk show you tuned out. When the two of you got to the hotel, he walked you up to help clean out the room.

However, once the doors opened and you looked out into the room you had spent months wrapped up in the arms of Loki, the place you last made love, the small corner of the world that had been reserved for just the two of you, you felt such a sting in your chest you couldn't bring yourself to move.

You would never see him again.

He would never be returning.

This bundle of luggage was all you had left to remember your relationship with the god of mischief.

Dave lightly tapped your shoulder as he presented a rolling cart. "How about we just pack it into the car?" he suggested after watching your inner turmoil begin to bubble to the surface in twitches. "That way you can just go through it when you're ready?"

You nodded and helped him load the trolley to carry all of your and Tom's belongings down to the Escalade. One by one, you loaded the bags into the back before heading to your old apartment.

David was kind enough to help tote things up to your place, making a few trips since your apartment didn't have the equipment to help. When it was all said and done, you and Dave stood in the middle of your living room, looking down at Tom's life stacked in a few large duffle bags and boxes.

"So he's really not coming back?" he asked quietly.

You nodded your head, handing him back his jacket. "Thank you, Dave. For everything."

Taking in a deep breath, he shrugged the coat back on before reaching into his pocket and handing you a business card. "I may not work for Tom anymore, but should you need anything, please call me." He gave you a small hug, something he had never done before but you appreciated the sentiment all the same. It was hard to let go, knowing he was the last person on Midgard that tied you to your relationship with Tom.

'With Loki,' you corrected.

When David finally left, you looked back out into the apartment you had all but abandoned.

Mail you collected when you came by every once in a while was piled up high on the counter, the kitchen was spotless from months of no use, and in your bedroom, your bed remained untouched.

You dragged your feet, landing with a thud on your couch in front of everything that had been brought from the hotel.

You stared at it for several minutes before gaining the strength to look inside the first bag. It was all things you had seen numerous times, clothes, a few books, some fan memorabilia. But when you pulled out his black long sleeve shirt, you were taken back to the night you truly felt connected with Loki, finally beginning to open up and let you see him as himself. Standing up, you stepped out of the Asgardian gown from Elsa and slipped the shirt over your head. Bringing the fabric up to your nose, you breathed in the remaining scent of your god of mischief.

Casting a glance at the balcony, doors bolted closed, you realized you hadn't stayed the night here since Hela forced that image of Loki killing you into your head. Looking around one last time, you felt a nausea start to creep up your esophagus.

It was all too overwhelming.

"I can't stay here," you breathed out, feeling a light panic in your chest. The memories, they were all too raw, it threatened to eat away at your sanity, causing your heart to pound. In a hurry for no reason other than fighting an anxiety attack, you gathered a few needed items into a purse, slipped on some leggings and shoes before bolting out the door.

You needed air.

*****

After watching you fall through the bifrost Loki solemnly followed Odin back to the palace, keeping to himself. His father bid him goodnight, poorly soothing his son with, "It's best not to dwell on dealings with mortals. You'll see, in the end she made the right choice for you both."

Loki didn't answer, instead he drifted his way through the corridors like a ghost, keeping his eyes low while he tried to run through what could have possibly made you leave the way you did.

Barely looking at him, not speaking a word.

Simply disappearing from his life like he had meant nothing to you at all.

Once he looked up, he realize he had unconsciously brought himself back to his old bedroom.

Walking inside, he sank into the mattress, resting his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his hands back past his face, lacing his fingers through his hair before letting loose a truly animalistic howl.

"Brother?"

Loki looked up, surprised to see his brother standing in the doorway holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a set of golden goblets in the other.

"I thought you may could use some company-"

"No."

The response was short as Loki glanced back down at his fists in his lap. Thor shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, trying to think. "Are you sure, I can just sit with you, drink a little… We, We can talk about-"

"What did she say to you?" Thor froze, eyes wide as Loki got up from his seat. "Surely y/n said something to you that led to you sending her back to Midgard," the crowned prince pushed, taking a few steps towards his brother, "She loved me. She said she just needed time, why would she do this? Why would she leave without saying a word to me?" His eyes glassed over from unshed tears as he wondered, "What have I done to deserve absolutely no explanation?"

The god of thunder looked like he wanted to speak, but with a sweat forming on his brow, he averted his eyes before answering, "She loves you, Loki. I know she does, and you need to know she does. But this isn't her life, she wasn't raised to live in the world of gods and you know it. She built a life on Midgard, a good life."

"I could have given her a good life here, but she didn't even give me a chance!" Loki roared, catching his brother off guard enough that he nearly dropped his things. "I've been patient, I told her I wouldn't make her stay, but she could have at least…"

He broke off, turning his away from Thor as his shoulders dropped. Loki ran his hands over his face while he took in an unsteady breath.

"What if she never wanted to be with me, Thor? What if she never truly wanted me, what of its been my influence that's kept her with me for so long?" Looking back towards him, he finished, "What if it just took until now for it to wear off? Or maybe coming back to Asgard broke the command?"

Thor had no words of solace for his brother, his jaw dropped in utter shock of what to do in this situation. He had never seen Loki so frustrated and upset, leaving him unable to adequately react or comfort him. He stood there waiting for a words to formulate for him, but then Loki requested, "Go. Now. I'm in no mood to be around anyone."

"Are you sure, you don't seem like you should be left alone…"

Loki glanced back over his shoulder, his voice unnervingly steady as he demanded, "I. Said. Go."

Thor, feeling a lump form in his throat, lowered his head before laying down the wine and goblets by the door. Turning to leave, he offered one last time, "Should you want to speak…" But he stopped when he saw Loki ignore his comments to walk back to his bed.

"Just go."

Thor took the door handle in his hand, the weight of the evening weighing heavy on him as he pulled it closed.

Dragging his feet through the empty halls of the palace, Thor couldn't help but question his own loyalties at this point, even cursing Baldur for manipulating him into this situation.

Once he got to his bedroom, he intended to quietly sneak into bed until the door swung open at his arrival to show an unhappy Elsa.

"Where. Have. You. Been!"

****

You had been walking for nearly an hour through the city streets before you came across the neon lights of beers and liquors in the windows of the only bar open 24 hours a day.

Walking through, you were quick to notice the few people sitting at scattered tables, either speaking to one another or sitting alone with a bottle.

You made your way to the bar, sitting on the farthest stool.

"What'll it be?” the bartender barked without so much as looking up from the bottle he was already pouring.

You hadn't drank in a bar in so long you couldn't think of anything aside a jack and coke, the signature bar drink in movies.

When he set a can of coke next to a shotglass overflowing with knockoff whiskey, you took in a breath like you were about to dive underwater and downed the shot. You quickly chased it with the coke, feeling the intense burn trickle down your throat like lava.

"Want another?" the bartender teased at your scrunched face, smiling so that you could see that two of his teeth were missing next to a golden tooth.

You pushed your shot glass towards him. "Yes. Please."

He quirked a brow at the monotone, broken sound in your voice before filling your shotg again.

Even as the sun began to rise, you stayed on your barstool.

“Don’t you work, lady?” he asked, getting ready to shift change with an older woman with a tank top and tattoos up both arms.

“I’m off. Supposed to be off all week.”

The woman smiled at you, her colorful hair tossing as she readied to fill your glass. “Well, then I guess you and me are about to be real good friends, huh, shoog?”

You barely glanced up from your phone, answering with, “I guess so.”

All this time, you hadn’t realized how few photos you had taken with Tom, much less as Loki. You scrolled endlessly back and forth through the few you had, swaying gently in your seat as the drinks went more and more to your head.

When she passed you another can of coke, the multicolored woman couldn’t help but notice the devilishly handsome grin of Tom flashing across your phone as you swiped left and right. “Ya reminiscing about old boyfriends?”

You cut your eyes at her over your coke.

“Okay, sorry, I get it, I’ll stop buggin. Tammy knows when Tammy isn’t wanted. But just so you know, that coke is the last one I got.”

“Then I’ll just take the tequila bottle.”

“It’s whiskey, girl, and I think you have just about ran up a hundred dollars sitting here.”

“What?” you blurted out, nearly falling out of your seat. Realizing you yelled, you whipped around to see who else was there to witness, thankful to see you were both alone.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal, drink some water for a little bit, you ain’t gotta talk to me. But I’m gonna call you a cab so you can go home and-”

“No!” you hollard this time, but you weren’t embarrassed that time. The fear was real, even under all the alcohol it was cripping to face your apartment.

Tammy handed you a water bottle, shaking her head, “Then you ain’t gotta go home, shooga. You can keep Tammy company.” She flashed you an overly toothy smile but you accepted the invitation, folding your arms out onto the counter. It only took ten minutes before you fell asleep to the light country music playing in the background of Tammy’s humming and cleaning.

*****

Thor stood, frozen out of sheer terror of what was surely about to transpire before she stated, “I waited in y/n’s room all night for her and she never came back, and then I realize you’re still not back from the party. What’s going on?”

“Y/n… went back to Midgard.”

"What do you mean ‘went back to Midgard’?" Elsa barraged him with questions, watching Thor cradle his head while he tried to sort through what had happened but not letting up until he answered something. He tried to answer the questions without implicating himself, merely offering that he knew she was gone. "Why would she leave, wasn't she going to live here with Loki? I thought they were happy he was forgiven and that he retained his title of crowned prince? Why would she go?"

"She-"

"I mean, you said that they really loved each other, how could she just abandon him like that, when he really needs her the most?"

"I-"

"I just really thought she would be good for him, I cannot believe she would do this, have you gone to speak with him yet? He must be devastated!"

"He-"

"And what did Allfather say about it all? Surely he wasn't ok with a mortal just coming here and galavanting away in the middle of the night… Wait…" She looked over to Thor as something clicked in her mind. "I thought only a god could wield the Bifrost key?"

Thor was noticeably silent at that realization, having originally left aiding in her departure, making Elsa's brow furrow. "Thor, how did-"

"Baldur and I-"

"Thor!"

He didn't look up to meet her gaze, knowing he could no longer lie to the woman he loved.

"Thor," she repeated as she went to her knees in front of him to take his hands in her own. "Please tell me what happened."

He shook his head, "You won't understand. It had to be done…"

"What did?"

He finally looked back up, biting down on his cheek as he tried to work out how to verbally explain what exactly happened. "Baldur told me Allfather intended to cast y/n out. He said there was a chance she would be in danger, that Allfather was infuriated when he found out Loki named her an oracle…"

That reminded her, "She did tell me that, but why didn't you?”

Thor shook his head. "You know the qualifications Allfather has for an oracle are strict. She had no training, no education, no special lineage to speak of." Looking back down to his hands he finished, "Baldur said if we didn't do something, Allfather would. So, to ensure no harm would come to her, we distracted him and Loki… then lead y/n to the Bifrost."

Elsa rose from her husband, correcting, "You led her away behind Loki's back? But it was to save her, surely he would understand-"

"No!" Thor stood, locking eyes on her as he explained, "Loki must never know. He'll be angry with all of us, not to mention he could leave to go after her."

"He should go after her! He loves her, she loves him, you have no right to-"

"I did what I had to for our family!" Thor defended. His wife’s argument went mute as she took in what he truly meant. "What do you think would happen if Loki goes after her, Elsa? Who do you think Allfather will name king in his stead if Loki leaves?"

She went silent.

"If Loki doesn't take the throne, Allfather will force me to stay here, don't you understand? I'm doing this for us, for our children. This isn't where you want to live, and it's not where they need to grow up." He took her hands and brought them to his face. "It's the only way for us to be free of this place."

Elsa stepped away from him, letting his hands fall empty. "How could you? Even if it's for me and the kids, how can you believe this is right? All this lying? Your poor brother doesn’t deserve this, and neither does y/n, you can’t keep this a secret!"

"It’s necessary!" he roared.

"Then I'll tell him!" she argued just as fierce, "I'll tell him what you've done but when he hears why, he will be forgiving, Thor. He deserves to know the truth, you can't let him think she left him of her own-"

"I forbid it."

"You what?"

Thor's face was dark as he stepped closer to Elsa, towering over her small frame with lightening forming behind his eyes. "You are never to speak of this to Loki, Elsa. I forbid it."

And just like that, his command was law, the influence enough to make her grow rigid. Elsa's face lost color at the instruction, realizing what he had done. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she bit back tears of anger. "All of this because of your father? You're betraying one of the only friends you ever had in this world, not to mention disappointing me beyond all reason, and for what?"

"For you. For our children,” he spoke low, “You may be angry with me now, but when we are allowed to return home, you'll see I was right. And if Loki was in my position, I guarantee you he would do the same.”

"And it'll be worth it?" she asked coldly, "Betraying Loki just to ensure your own happiness?"

Thor inhaled to calm himself before he offered, "No. But right now it's the only thing I can do to save the people I love. I’ve lost someone close to me before because I didn’t protect them from this accursed place, I’ll be damned if I lose anyone else in the name of the king. So for now, this is what we have to do."

Elsa lowered her head with a shake before turning to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice no longer threatening but now broken.

"I can't be here with you, I need a minute to myself." She turned to look at him, her eyes rageful and wet as she finished with, "Unless you're going to make me stay?"

He swallowed, not speaking while he watched helpless as Elsa walked out and slammed the door.

Looking down at his hands, the god of thunder who once felt so sure and so invincible had to wonder, "What have I done?"

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Things Unsaid (Branjie) - Manta

AN: First of all, thank you to everyone who interacted with the last fic I posted! I wasn’t expecting so much feedback as a first time author– it definitely motivated me to start writing this sooner.

This one is a fluffy fic I started writing before the reunion, and obviously we know some things now that we didn’t know before, but I haven’t gone back and edited anything to take that into account. There isn’t a specific timeline though, so this could still be canon compliant depending on when it took place.

5 things that Brooke and Vanjie don’t say (and something that they do)

The workroom is strangely calm. Conversation lulls as the queens wait to walk the runway. A few queens are still by the mirrors, rushing to put the finishing touches on their costumes or makeup, but most are scattered around the room appreciating a few minutes of relaxation before they need to walk the runway and then stand for God knows how long listening to critiques. Brooke is by herself, savoring the rare quiet. She had finished her face pretty early and walked away from her workstation to avoid the temptation of making any changes that might end up ruining her look.

Now, she is zoning out, letting the time pass, but as soon as a certain figure starts moving in the corner of her eye she snaps back to attention. Vanessa walks toward where Brooke stands leaning against one of the worktables. They’re a few episodes into the competition, so Brooke has seen Vanessa in drag and should be used to it, but somehow the sight takes Brooke’s breath away a little more every time.

She pushes herself off of the table she’s been resting against— Vanessa’s approach feels too significant to not be fully standing for— and then Brooke realizes that’s silly and casually settles back down.

Vanessa takes her place across from Brooke, propping herself against the next table over so they’re facing each other, mirror images. Not that anyone can mirror Vanessa, Brooke thinks.

She feels like she should say something, but the silence feels too significant to break with just a casual greeting. So Brooke stays quiet, smiles gently. Watches as Vanessa nods in return and reaches up to adjust pieces of her hair.

Does everyone move that smoothly? Brooke wonders as Vanessa’s fingers navigate aptly through her wig. Does everyone look so comfortable with themselves just leaning against a table?

Brooke had communicated briefly and rarely with Vanessa before the show, but in the handful of days that they’ve been in this competition, Brooke feels like she’s already grown very close to the other queen.

They’ve kissed. Softly, quickly. Brooke doesn’t know what that means, exactly. Doesn’t know if she’s reading into it. Or if maybe she’s not reading into it enough. All she knows is that she would kill to do it again.

The fact that neither of them has spoken makes Brooke feels like she’s in a dream. Like she’s conjuring the beauty in front of her and none of it is real.

But Vanessa finishes shifting one last curl of her wig, and finally breaks the silence. “This hair fixed yet?”

The casual words travel across the short distance between them, and no trance is broken. The magical feeling is still in the air. Is Brooke the only one who feels it?

“Yeah, mostly,” Brooke says. She closes the few feet between them and reaches out to tuck in one lock of hair that’s still sticking out just a little too far on the side of Vanessa’s head. She’s not even touching Vanessa, not really, just her wig, but Brooke feels a flutter in her chest at the contact.

It’s over in a second, and Brooke steps back to where she was. “Okay, do I look good now?” Vanessa asks.

Brooke takes in the delicate, but expressive features of Vanessa’s face. The contours of her collar bones dusted in gold glitter. The gentle slope of her shoulders and the warm glow of her skin.

“Yeah, you look good,” Brooke says.

What she doesn’t say is that Vanessa is the most beautiful thing Brooke has seen in her life. More beautiful every time she sees her. She doesn’t say that there’s no point in asking Brooke because in her eyes Vanessa will never be anything less than the most perfect thing she’s ever seen.

——

It’s later in the competition now; they’re getting close to the end and Jose can’t believe it’s almost over. There are fewer queens left, so there’s room for everyone to spread out a little bit more on the van ride back to the hotel, but Jose is pressed up against Brock’s side anyway. Obviously.

They’ve all de-dragged for the day, so at least his face is clean, but Jose can’t wait to get back to the hotel and scrub the sweat from his hair.

Brock is resting against the window, and Jose is leaning against him with his head tucked onto Brock’s shoulder. They’re definitely something now, though they haven’t put the exact words to what.

Jose feels Brock shift his head so it’s not against the window anymore, and his cheek nestles into Jose’s hair instead. It reminds him of a cat. Brock has mentioned that he has cats— is that where he learned all his cuddling?

“You know how I’ve never had a boyfriend before?” Brock asks. Jose does know. They’ve talked about it. “Well, I don’t know what I was thinking waiting so long. This is nice.” Brock’s voice is low, and he sounds tired but happy.

“Stop tryna act like you never even cuddled nobody before,” Jose mutters back.

Brock wraps his arms around Jose and holds him to his chest. It’s not the most comfortable be like this, still sitting beside Brock with only his torso bent slightly to the side, but Jose loves it. Loves the soft rub of cotton against the skin of his face, the steady thud of Brock’s heart, the rhythm of his breath. He takes a deep breath and feels comfort wash over him at the scent of Brock, masked only slightly by the scent of his laundry detergent. It’s amazing how quickly a smell can become so familiar. So welcoming.

“Yeah, but it’s different now,” Brock mumbles into his hair. “When it’s with… when I know it’s not temporary.”

Jose’s heart swells at the words. Not temporary, not temporary, not temporary. Jose didn’t think they were, but it’s still nice to hear Brock say it. It’s verbal confirmation that this warm chest, and these arms that feel so safe, will be here to hold him again in the future.

“It’s nice to know you’ll be here again tomorrow,” Brock says, echoing Jose’s thoughts. “That’s new for me.” He presses a kiss to the crown of Jose’s head.

“Well everyone else must be crazy to not come back for seconds on these cuddles.” Jose’s delivery is teasing, but he’s glad to be the one that Brock decided was worth more than a fling. “I’m not about to start turnin’ them down any time soon,” he says.

What Jose doesn’t say is that, even though he has dated before, Brock makes everything feel so different that it almost feels like a first for Jose, too.

——

The season is over, and they’re busy. And not only are their schedules keeping Brock and Jose from seeing each other, but their NDAs require them to keep their relationship a mystery. Which means not being seen together in public too often.

So they FaceTime. A lot.

Brooke has just finished a gig in Boston. Vanjie is working somewhere in Texas tonight, which means she probably isn’t done yet. Brooke tries to remember how much earlier it is there. Two hours?

As soon as she’s done packing up and walking out of the club she tries calling Vanjie anyway on the off chance that her gig ended early. She doesn’t answer. Which makes sense— Vanjie is probably onstage right now turning it for a crowd. Brooke tries not to be too jealous of the people that are getting to see her in person tonight.

Brooke is exhausted by the time she reaches her hotel room for the night, but when she flops onto the bed she leaves the lights on and flips to a random channel on the TV, more than willing to stay up until Vanessa calls her back.

Her phone rings about an hour later and she answers immediately, muting the TV while she waits for the FaceTime to connect.

“Hey Toes, what’s good.” Vanjie’s loud voice crackles through the phone. The screen is still blurry with lag as it tries to keep up with the fast movements of Vanessa’s phone.

“Nothin’, just spending the night in Boston. I think I’m heading to Tampa tomorrow but I’ll at least get to sleep in. How’s Texas?”

The screen finally comes into focus and Brooke can see Vanjie grinning on the other end, clearly just offstage in the dressing room at the bar. “That’s good. Bitch it’s hot as hell down here!” Some other queens shuffle around behind her and they’re all still buzzing from the excitement of being on stage. They say something that pulls Vanessa into the conversation. Brooke smiles and watches from her hotel bed many states away as Vanjie chats with the local queens.

Vanessa props her phone up against the mirror while she takes her makeup off and Brooke stays on the call, sometimes talking, but mostly not, as Vanessa de-drags and kikis with the other girls. At some point, Brooke gets up to turn the lights and the TV off so the glow of the phone is the only thing faintly lighting up her facing.

“Bitch, where’d you go?” Vanessa’s asks when she glances back down at her phone.

“Turned the lights off. Don’t need them if I’m only looking at you anyway.” Brooke curls deeper into the covers and yawns.

“Well, that’s not fair because now I can’t see you.”

“Use your imagination.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna imagine you ugly.”

Brooke laughs. “Fine.”

“Imma imagine you in Soju’s dress.”

Brooke gasps in mock astonishment. “Who knew you were so evil Vanessa Vanjie? The true villain of season eleven.”

“Don’t chu know it.” Vanjie’s eyes are bright as she grins at the phone. “Oh, shit I think my Uber’s here. I’m gonna let you go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, want to call me in the morning before my flight?”

“Yeah, maybe if I’m awake by then,” Vanessa says, grabbing her things.

“Or I can call when I land,” Brooke offers.

“I think I might be on a plane by the time you get there. I can try you when I get to San Diego though?”

“That might work. I should have a bit of time before my gig.” Brooke tries to hide her disappointment that they probably won’t talk again until late in the day tomorrow.

“Well, I’ll talk to you soon then,” Vanjie says, and Brooke’s screen gets dimmer as Vanessa steps out from the lights of the club onto a dark street. “Sleep good. Miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” Brooke says. “Can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow.”

What she doesn’t say is that she’ll be thinking of Vanessa every second between now and then. That she’ll be scrolling through pictures of her on Instagram as a poor substitute for actually talking to her, which itself is a poor substitute for actually being together.

“Bye!” Vanessa yells and blows a kiss into the phone as she climbs into her Uber and hangs up.

She doesn’t tell Vanjie that when they’re apart Brooke sometimes misses her so desperately that it’s all she can do.

——

They’re finally together. It’s in a city that neither of them knows very well, and it’s only for a little while, but they’re together.

Brock had a gig two nights ago and stayed some extra time. Jose has a gig tonight and flew in a little early.

They’re both extremely busy now that the season is airing, and should probably think harder before giving up days of time that could be spent working, but as soon as Brock had noticed that this would fit with both of their schedules, and mentioned the idea to Jose, there wasn’t a question. It was happening.

Jose had gotten in late last night, and they had been holed up in the hotel since then— ordering room service, watching movies, or just laying together like they are now.

It’s late in the afternoon. Less than twenty-four hours since Jose got here and already almost time for Brock to head to the airport. But Jose is trying not to think about that.

Brock is lying on his back, propped slightly up on pillows. Jose is flopped over him, half his chest covering Brock’s own. Neither had bothered getting dressed today other than throwing on underwear when room service brought in their breakfast. They’re both scrolling through their phones now, occasionally laughing and showing each other particularly funny posts they find.

But it’s hard to stay light-hearted when Jose knows time is almost up. He drops his phone into the covers and curls himself tighter against Brock’s side.

Brock feels him move, and sets his phone aside as well, sliding down the bed until he’s fully lying down. He turns so he’s facing Jose, and Jose winds his arms around Brock’s waist. One of Brock’s hands comes to rest on Jose’s hip, and the other arm snakes under his neck. Their legs twine together as well. They’re as close as they can possibly be, in preparation for how far apart they’ll be again soon.

Jose presses his lips to Brock’s chest— the only part of his body in kissing distance. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs. As if it’s an option.

“I would stay like this forever if it was my choice,” Brock’s fingers trail softly up and down Jose’s back. “Once the season’s over we can start booking more places together. Only have to get through a little while longer.”

It’s true. They just have to stay separated through the season. But Brock doesn’t sound very comforted by those words, and it’s not good enough for Jose either. He wants to be together now. Knowing they’ll see each other more eventually won’t make the next handful of weeks any less lonely. It won’t make saying goodbye tonight any easier.

They stay like that for a long time. So long that Jose knows he could fall asleep if he wanted, but he makes himself stay up because he doesn’t want to miss any of these last minutes together. He can’t see a clock— can’t see anything but Brock’s torso— but the light in the room fades into a soft pink as the sun begins to set and Jose thinks it must be almost time for Brock to leave.

He knows it’s coming, but his heart still breaks when Brock squeezes him tighter for a couple of seconds before whispering an apology and pulling away.

Jose watches as Brock packs up the last of his things. “Let me borrow a shirt,” he says from the bed.

Brock laughs. “I just got back the one you borrowed last time,” he teases but tosses Jose the T-shirt that he had worn yesterday when they met up.

The last shirt Jose had borrowed had long since lost Brock’s scent, but this one would hopefully smell like him for at least a couple days. “Thanks.”

“Maybe you should start packing more boy clothes instead of using every last nook and cranny in your bags packing drag. If you’re always needing clothes from other people,” Brock jokes.

“I don’t want clothes from other people, I want clothes from you.” Jose snatches the shirt up off the bed. “It reminds me of you.”

“I know, sweetie,” Brock says. He pauses packing to walk over and plant a kiss against the top of Jose’s head and then leans down to press a deep kiss to his mouth as well.

Ten minutes later Jose is standing at the door saying his goodbyes. He doesn’t have time to see Brock off to the airport, he needs to start getting ready for his show soon.

They kiss goodbye, and then do it again because they need one more.

And then again. And again.

As Brock finally walks away Jose calls after him to have a safe flight, and thanks him again for leaving the shirt.

Once Brock is out of sight Jose shuts the door and falls back into the bed, immediately pressing the shirt to his face and taking a deep breath, and then balling it against his chest.

What he didn’t say to Brock was that he’ll sleep with the shirt every night until the scent fades, and even after that. Even once the smell of Brock is long gone he’ll hold it close and hope so hard to catch a hint of his boyfriend that he’ll sometimes convince himself it’s still there.

——

Brock is home. Well, Brock is in Nashville.

He’s been so excited to get a break in his schedule and go back to his apartment to relax, but somehow it doesn’t feel the same. Still, he has his cats and a couple of nights off for the first time in months, so that’s nice.

He lays down on his bed and Henry and Apollo curl up against him, immediately covering his black sweatshirt in cat hair. Brock gives them plenty of pets and love to make up for all the time he’s been away.

Within an hour he ends up on his phone, with reruns of the office playing as background noise. If it weren’t for the cats, Brock can’t help but think this apartment would just feel like another hotel where he’s passing time between gigs. What did it used to feel like to be home? Certainly not like this.

Brock thinks he’ll call his friends and see if they’re free, but when he goes through his contacts he realizes that most of his closest friends aren’t people that live in Nashville anymore. He gives up on that and goes live on Instagram. It’s nice hearing from the fans, but it isn’t distracting him as much as he’d hoped, so a few minutes in he makes up an excuse to end the stream.

Brock almost wishes he had a gig tonight so at least he could feel productive.

A month later Brock is back in Nashville for another short break, and miraculously Jose has the same day off. When Brock gets the text that Jose has arrived at the address, and looks through the window to see Jose climbing out of an Uber, he all but runs downstairs to meet him. They take Jose’s bags inside, and barely set them down before their mouths are pressed together and they’re falling back onto the couch to make up for lost time.

Later, when they’ve settled down a bit, Brock moves to the kitchen to make dinner. He hasn’t had the chance to go shopping for fresh food and is feeling lazy anyway, so he ends up just throwing a frozen pizza in the oven.

He looks back to where Jose is snuggled up on the couch, petting the cats. They’ve taken to him quickly, Brock is pleased to see. Even Apollo, who generally doesn’t warm up to strangers very quickly, is laying across Jose’s feet.

Warmth blossom in Brock’s chest at the sight. Three of the things he cares most about in the world all sitting together, safe and comfortable and waiting for him.

Brock returns to the couch, raising one arm to make room for Jose when he scoots closer. Brock can’t remember the last time he’s felt so content.

“So,” Jose says, “this is your home.”

Jose is scratching Henry’s chin, and Brock reaches over to stroke the cats head as well. He looks at Jose, who is making an adorable kissy face at Henry, and Brock feels affection swell for both of them.

“Yep, this is it,” he says.

What Brock doesn’t say that it has only started feeling like home again since Jose got here. He doesn’t say that wherever they’re together will feel more like home to him now than any specific place.

But he has a sneaking suspicion that if he did, Jose would say the same.

What he does say is “I love you.” Or whispers it, really. And it should be a big deal, but it feels so obvious that somehow it isn’t.

“I love you, too,” Jose replies and tilts his head up to press a kiss to Brock’s jaw.

They knew, long before those words, how they felt about each other. But some things are worth saying.

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jessiewre · 4 years

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Day 56

Sat 29th Feb

🧅🧅🧅 Leap Year & Day before the Run 🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️

The room was very, VERY hot. We were sleeping on single beds in different corners of the room and the ceiling rotating fan was only reaching the edges of our beds. I got up early to escape & headed to the roof terrace - and immediately spotted the main attraction! The clouds had cleared for a moment and there was a beautiful view of Kilimanjaro peak. So cool!

I ran down to tell Phil to get up immediately and come see it. He grunted and reluctantly agreed to, so I ran back up where I’d left my stuff...and saw that the cloud had covered it up again. Uh oh...

LUCKILY when Phil appeared 5 minutes later, it popped its lovely head out of the clouds again and Phil was suitably impressed. We sat on the rooftop and ordered breakfast enjoying the view as the sun rose, but there was a problem developing. The heat was increasing very fast and the rooftop was getting really hot. There was a large roof cover so we weren’t getting direct heat, but it felt like the roof was absorbing all the sun and heating up the area into some sort of giant oven. Phil began to sweat profusely and ended up having to leave to shower and cool down before he lost his cool completely. He came back 20 minutes later feeling much better, much cooler, but after 15 minutes he was sweating again.

I was ok though and felt quite happy chilling on the rooftop, so Phil said he’d go for a walk. He wanted to do something, so went to get some bottles of water (literally water and not beer this time wtf right) then came back.

Wasn’t enough to satisfy him though, and he decided to go to an ATM to get our cash sorted. Fine by me! We agreed that we’d go together for the run registration half hour later, once he’d returned, as I wanted to go together plus was going to potentially sign up for the 5km fun run.  Well, half an hour came and went, and I began to wonder where he’d got to. I hoped he wasn’t stressed looking for a cash point.

Then, an hour later, a very sweaty flappy Phil burst into the room.

‘Am I in deep shit? Are you fuming?!? Oh my god, that was SO annoying!’

I felt sorry for him straight away, but then noticed - he had his race number in his hand.

‘Phil...have you been to register for the race? Why did you go and register without me??’

Phil huffed and puffed a bit before launching into it.

‘Jess, just listen, that was SO annoying cos I walked to find a cash point and then realised I was really close to registration, like 0.8km...’

At which point I interrupted to let him know that 0.8km is not ‘really close’.

‘Jess, shut up, you don’t understand, I tried to go there and there was loads of traffic...’

‘Traffic? So you had to get a tuc tuc there? Makes sense I suppose, considering it wasn’t very close’

‘Jess shut UP it was really stressful, I tried to get online to let you know where I was cos I thought you’d be fuming I’d taken so long, and I couldn’t get online and so rushed back here, and I didn’t even pick up my tshirt’.

I was baffled as to his decision making.

‘Phil. Firstly, WHY did you go to register after we agreed to go together and I specifically said I wanted to go with you to register?? Secondly, why are you talking to me like I’VE done something wrong??’

But by this point, he’d got himself in such a state that we were not able to have a sensible conversation about it. Phil’s way of dealing with how annoyed he was with himself for making shite decisions was to shout at me, a lot (at one point he actually said ‘All you want to do is your blog’ which was a low blow I thought).

So I retreated to the safety of the rooftop where I could hurl abuse of my own at him from a safe distance via WhatsApp. Ahh, you gotta love a whatsapp argument. Phil is typing... oh IS he now.

Well it worked a treat and Phil went all Gary Barlow on me, messaging me along the lines of Whatever I said, whatever I did, I didn’t mean it. After admitting he’d been a grade A twat, he skulked up to the rooftop to apologise and started to laugh (the audacity of it), and we agreed to try again and head to the registration TOGETHER. I showed him the definition of the word on dictionary.com to avoid any further confusion.

We walked the (long and not close by) distance to the Keys hotel and oh thank goodness, there were still places available, so I signed up for the 5km ‘fun’ run. I had prepared my happy speech in advance ‘Oh yay, there are spots left, fantastic news, I’m so relieved, I thought they might all be gone by now and that would have been terrible’.

Fun run eh? We’ll see. Other suitable names for it could be the ‘5km Why Try’ or the ‘5km Pain Train’. Look, I KNOW its only 5km but I hadn’t run for ages so felt a little unsure as to how it was going to go.

Phil walked me over to a counter where he had seen a running hat for sale on his first trip there and he wanted to try it on. I managed to convince him that this red monstrosity of a hat looked super duper cool, was not a crime against fashion on every level and was the PERFECT match to accompany his wonderful & sexy running waistcoat. I wasn’t the only one thinking it, the guy selling them couldn’t get rid them quick enough and practically gave it to Phil, offering a 5000Tsh discount for no apparent reason. I know the reason. We all know the reason.*

While Phil was chatting to this guy about running and other boring things to do with running, we were approached by a guy with a camera woman asking if he could do an interview with Phil. I think it was the hat that did it. They obviously thought Wow look at those gullible fools, they’ll do anything. And they were right of course. I lolled while Phil answered a few questions and told them something about London being cold. Then the tables turned and they asked me to answer some question too. I was like No no no, I’m only doing the 5km, I’m not a runner runner like.

But they didn’t seem bothered, asking me too to say my name, how far I was running and how I’d prepared. ‘Well I haven’t prepared’ I said ‘But I’m only doing the 5km so I think I’ll survive!’.

I then could not for the life of me get ‘I Will Survive’ by Gloria Estefan out of my head.

Enos the interviewer took our number and said he’d send us a link when it went live. Sure mate, course you will - I fully expected to never hear from him again.

We left to go find some lunch and asked our tuc tuc driver to take us to the Kilimanjaro Coffee Lounge. But he was utterly clueless and we pulled up outside a completely different cafe called Union Cafe. Handily though, it was really close to our hotel so we thought Screw it, Union cafe it is then. It was pretty good, had a nice bagel with cheese, tomato and avocado plus a Mediterranean platter - houmous, pitta and two minuscule bowls of other dips.

My ice coffee shake was like pure syrup though and despite the first sip tasting delicious, by the end of it, it was positively nauseating. It was all a bit expensive too.

Back to the hotel where we watched the Crown with a Safari beer (so many great beer names here) and tried to take it easy ahead of tomorrow’s race. Loads of last minute sponsors came flying it which was really nice and gave us a much appreciated boost of support. They’d probably heard the news about my 5km run and thought I was a legend.

Out of pure laziness, we wandered round the corner back to Union Cafe to grab a takeaway pizza but decided to sit there instead when we saw there were tables available. As we sat there, Phil suddenly looked behind me and said ‘Jess...is that...is that a cricket on that mans shoulder??’.

Sure enough a huge locust was just sat on this guys shoulder, like it was his pet, joining him for dinner. I was fairly certain it was not his pet and it looked hilarious sat there like his pal. I got the mans attention and said ‘Excuse me, you have a cricket on your shoulder’. He stared at me with confusion and when he eventually realised what I was saying, he started to do a shimmy shake with his shoulders leaning over his table in a panic to try and get his mate to flick the cricket off him 😂😂😂. His mate finally got it and the man tried to look all calm as he casually turned to us and said ‘Thank you’ through a forced smile.

We enjoyed this incident very much.

The chips and Greek salad were ok but the pizza was rubbisssshhhh. The pizza looked like it had been sat for ages, like it had been cooked twice. Being the feminist that I am (aren’t we all?) I used a ring of onion to mock propose to Phil (ITS A LEAP YEAR Y’ALL) and he said yes! But please, don’t get excited guys, it was a piece of onion yeah 🧅. We took the carbs and headed back our crazy hotttt room. We got all our running gear ready, though I had my doubts about wearing running leggings in the heat, then did a bit of bed shifting to catch the fan breeze a bit more. We’d learnt from the night before and both put ear plugs in to drown out the crazy loud road noises before attempting sleep.

*Look Phil, I was kidding about the hat. I thought it would be funny to diss it on the blog and I actually think its a wonderful and very fantastic practical addition to your running kit. Please wear it with pride and enjoy the shade it gives you. I certainly will.

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yogaadvise · 5 years

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10-Minute Meditations for Every Day of the Week

While your busy life appears to rule every waking moment, it can be hard to keep in mind that meditation can really develop a more orderly, tranquil, as well as much less chaotic life. Yet, among the most significant problems you find out about meditation is " I do not have time."

Think regarding constantly you throw away on inadequacy such as searching for your secrets or phone, redesigning a job that was carried out in haste, or checking out feline techniques on social media. By taking just 10 mins a day to disconnect from interruptions as well as plug into global energy, you can make your life much easier as well as even more efficient.

Try these seven reflection for seven days. Each meditation will take, at many, 10 minutes and can be duplicated throughout your day. Experience the distinction it makes. You'll be extra calm, focused, and all set to face life head on.

Day One: So Hum Breathing Reflection

The So Hum breathing meditation uses the rule of the breath. It is a global rule, which imitates the noise of your breathing, made to soothe and calm your mind. When you come to be stressful, irritated, and also nervous it's possibly because you're neglecting to breathe. The So Hum mantra will advise you to breathe in and exhale fully.

Here's how to do it:

With your eyes closed, bring your awareness to your body and to your breath.

Scan your body from head to toe, acknowledging where you could be discovering indications of stress and anxiety or discomfort. Establish the objective to allow that go.

Place your understanding (and also a hand) on your lower abdomen, and also feel the surge and also fall of your belly as you inhale and exhale.

Gently and also easily think the rule SO on the inhalation and HUM on the exhalation. If you're stressful, prolong each inhalation as well as exhalation by prolonging the rule noise SO as well as HUM.

Once you really feel calmer, you can proceed to think the concept as you allow your breathing to adhere to an extra normal pattern. Attempt not to adjust or regulate the breath. Permit it to normally go where it will.

When you are done with your meditation, simply quit repeating the So Hum rule as well as rest silently for a moment or 2, and after that gently open your eyes.

Day 2: Chakra Clearing Meditation

Chakras are wheels of power within the body. There are seven primary chakras from the base of the spinal column to the crown of your head. Utilizing sounds and imagining colors, you can open up as well as straighten your chakras.

For this reflection you intend to rest in a quiet space where you will not be interrupted. If you desire to pronounce the audios out loud, ensure you find a room where you feel comfortable doing that.

Follow these steps:

Sit with your spinal column tall, and also take a number of deep belly breaths in and out.

Place your understanding at the base of your spine, the root chakra, muladhara. Imagine, assume, or really feel the shade red as a swirling, whirling wheel bordering the base of the back, distributing from back to front. Say or think the rule sound LAM.

Next, move your understanding to the 2nd chakra, svadisthana, the creative thinking and sexual center listed below the navel however over the pubic bone. Imagine the shade orange as well as make use of the concept noise VAM.

Move your recognition up to the location of the solar plexus, the 3rd chakra, manipura. Imagine the shade yellow like the sun and also repeat the sound RAM.

Place your understanding on your heart, the 4th chakra, anahata. Imagine the shade emerald eco-friendly and also repeat the sound YUM.

Move your recognition approximately the area in between your brows, the pineal eye and center of intuition. This is the 6th chakra, ajna. Picture the shade indigo as well as repeat the sound SHAM.

Now, location your understanding at the crown of your head, the 7th chakra, sahaswara, the "thousand petal lotus" as well as your resource of enlightenment. Think of the shade violet or white as well as repeat the rule OM.

As you end up with your meditation, continue to be with your eyes shut for a number of minutes prior to going back to activity.

Day Three: Satnam Activity Meditation

Another easy rule reflection, the Satnam reflection uses audios as well as activity. You will certainly make use of the syllables SA-TA-NA-MA and the matching movements.

Here's exactly how to put it right into technique:

Sitting with your back tall, take a number of deep breaths.

Begin by saying the noises out loud, then murmuring them, and after that stating them in your head without moving your tongue or lips.

Start with the audio SA and touch your index finger to your thumb.

Continue to TA, touching the middle finger to your thumb.

Then, say NA and touch the ring finger to the thumb.

Finish with MA, touching the pinky finger to the thumb.

Repeat the pattern throughout your meditation.

When you are ended up, quit duplicating the concept as well as slowly open your eyes.

Day Four: A Visual Meditation

Visual meditations make use of an object of emphasis for the whole reflection. There are symbols with geometric shapes called yantras, or aesthetic rules, that can be extremely helpful. For this meditation, make use of a lit candle.

Follow these steps:

In a dark as well as silent space, rest conveniently on the floor.

Light a candle light, and also see to it it's not too much listed below eye level.

Focus on the candle light flame as you breath conveniently and also effortlessly. If your mind wanders to other ideas or feelings in the body, gently bring your understanding back to the candle light flame.

Watch the candle as it flickers or alters shape. Permit yourself to end up being immersed in the candle flame.

When you are completed with your meditation, strike out the candle as well as massage your palms with each other quickly until you feel heat.

Then, location your warmed palms over your closed eyes to calm and also kick back them.

Day 5: Fantasizing Meditation

Daydreaming can help expand your imagination as well as bring creative solutions to troubles. It can also give you an aesthetic to creating the life of your desires. Try this meditation to conscious your inner-creativity:

In a silent room, put on some relaxing meditation music and also locate a comfy place to sit.

Close your eyes and also enable your mind to relocate to a beautiful area you have actually been before-- a "safe place."

From this area, observe all the surroundings around you, take it in, as well as bear in mind exactly how good you feel.

Then, with this feeling, think of all the things you 'd like to develop in your life. Let on your own imagine as well as envision just how your life can be. Don't hold back, and also permit your thoughts to be free.

At the end of the meditation, keep in mind that all points are possible and also that you are a field of boundless potential.

Day Six: Gratitude Meditation

It's usual to get involved in a mode of whining as well as question why you're not getting what you assume you need or be entitled to. A gratitude meditation can treat this frame of mind as well as enable you to concentrate on every little thing you do have.

Try this:

Sit in a quiet room with your eyes closed.

Begin by expressing thankfulness and also appreciation on your own-- your knowledge, skills, health and wellness, and also other traits.

Then, relocate your gratitude toward individuals you like and also the things in your life that maintain you going.

Extend your thoughts of gratefulness toward various other points on the planet that you tend to consider approved. Whatever stands out into your mind right now, be thankful for it.

When you come out of this reflection, keep a heart of gratefulness throughout your day.

Day Seven: A Release Meditation

Holding onto things you no more requirement invites toxic memories and also harmful impressions on your body. In this meditation, concentrate on letting go of things that are no more offering you. This is particularly handy if you've been experiencing pains as well as discomforts in your body. They are typically linked to an unfavorable emotion that you've kept up.

Follow these steps:

Sit quietly as well as close your eyes.

Set the intent to allow go of that which is no much longer serving you. Ask the cosmos to send you ideas of points to release.

As points show up, mentally location flowers around those ideas and also send them off to be released. You can visualize positioning them in a river and also watching them float away or burying them as well as putting flowers ahead to share love for the lessons they taught you.

When you've completed your reflection, celebrate as you feel the weight took off your shoulders.

Using these seven reflections each day can assist you stay centered and also connected to your Self. Make them a regular component of your routine by duplicating them from week to week.

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hayaatos-blog · 5 years

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a/n: hi enjoy some angst! first time writing for the bnha fandom. ACCEPT ME

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“It’s your fault!”

“It’s ungodly….”

“I just want friends.”

“HE’S ALREADY 5!”

“I remember.”

“Thank you.”

“I just…wanted to….”

He woke up with labored breaths and cold sweat dripping off his face, pooling around his pillow. He looked at his phone for the time.

It was 3:46 AM.

Sighing, he attempted to go back to sleep, but his head was filled with blank, empty thoughts that wouldn’t stop crowding and investing his mind, no matter how much he wished them to go away. They were likes flies buzzing around, always coming back for more, even when you tried to swat them away.

Today was Friday. He could go visit his mother in the hospital. Midoriya would be accompanying him to get a couple of stitches removed.

It’s not like he minded the extra company.

Unable to fall asleep again, Shouto got up and shoved the blanket off of him. I’m awake now, what can I do? It’s not like I can go outside. Maybe I’ll just…study. Yeah, maybe some studying would help me. He turned on his light and grabbed one of their math textbooks. It wasn’t too difficult: quadratic equations were never his favorite, but it wasn’t like he struggled with the concept. It was just….mundane.

Yeah, mundane.

Endeavor was probably asleep in a hotel room. Natsuo and Fuyumi were probably under warm blankets with the heater on back at home.

What is Mom doing?

The last time he thought that, boiling water was poured over his left eye and he was left with a scar and a mother in rehab. Everything around him became dull, extra, tedious. All he could do was use his ice.

His fire would never take over. That was what Todoroki Shouto promised himself.

***

The pain near his left eye woke him up again, this time before class started. When did I fall asleep at my desk? Trying not to get everyone’s attention, he looked out the window and cupped his face in his hand, his fingers feeling phantom pain around his eye.

The scar. The scar the scar the scar.

He could still feel the remnants of boiling water dripping down to the tatami, going pit pat pit pat, and Endeavor finding him and giving him away to Fuyumi to patch up. He remembered the screeching of tires against the road, and the wails of his mother being dragged out the door.

The feeling of water never felt the same.

So he kept staring outwards, trying to look for something there, something here, something that was lost when she left.

He couldn’t remember the feeling of smooth skin, all he could remember was the boiling water mixing in with the salt of his own tears and his mother looking at him with clouded scorn and fear.

He wished that he had been Endeavor at the time.

Endeavor deserved it.

Todoroki Enji was just his father.

***

Sometimes, there were days when Shouto just walked to the train, but saw a garden of flowers.

At this point, it was a habit.

Sometimes, he would stop and crouch down to look at the flowers. There were a lot, but his absolute favorites were the forget-me-nots.

They were blue, mama’s favorite color.

He skipped down the path into his home, a pocket full of bright blue forget-me-nots. Shouto couldn’t weave them into a flower crown yet; he wanted to ask mama if they could make a crown together, just the two of them.

“Mama! I’m home!” He ran around the house, looking for Rei.

All he heard were screams.

“Shouto!” He turned around, and was met with the inky black embrace of Fuyumi. “Don’t go there now. Stay with us. Just come to Touya’s room.”

The fear in her eyes drowned him, and he just looked back as Fuyumi dragged him to Touya’s room. Natsuo and Touya were waiting, arms open to embrace each other.

The flowers were still in his pocket, weighing heavier than any dummy his father had ever made him use.

He swiped a few of them and walked away.

***

Every time he woke up, the forget-me-nots brightened his room in brilliant blue.

He supposed that even at 15, the little boy in him could appreciate the colors of each petal, rich and warm to his eyes.

Blue was the color of his father’s eyes.

But Mama loved blue.

They weren’t the same.

***

When he visited his mother, she was asleep with a peaceful expression. It had looked like 10 years hadn’t happened at all, 10 years of fear and protection were just…gone. They were erased.

Shouto left and asked for the hospital to call him when she woke up.

***

He remembered how Mama and Endeavor slept in separate rooms, how he used to walk over and curl up next to her when he had a particularly bad nightmare. He remembered having to wake up before his father so his mother wouldn’t get hurt.

He remembered when they were caught.

He woke at the crack of dawn, face buried in a chest, hands clutching for something - anything - to keep him grounded. All he could feel were warm hands around his waist.

“Shouto, go back to your room.”

“But, Mama-”

“I SAID GO BACK!”

He scrambled out of the blankets and backed up into the wall, cowering his head in fear, eyes staring at the nothing.

The image of Midoriya distorted into someone more feminine. He couldn’t tell green from gray and man from woman, because all he could see were his mother’s eyes before they got caught by Endeavor.

All he could see was his mother getting beaten.

“Please….stop…”

“Shouto…”

“Please….let go of her….” It was all he could do not to wring his hands in his hair and start crying.

“Shouto….”

“Dad….please don’t hurt my mama.” The last word was barely a whisper.

“Shouto!”

The image of his mother was gone, and he saw Midoriya again. “It’s okay, Shouto. She’s safe.” He smiled at the boy cowering in fear and approached him slowly.

“I..zu…ku…?”

Midoriya didn’t touch him, but he knelt down in front of him. “Everything’s okay.”

The sight of the forget-me-nots behind Midoriya, bathing in sunlight, reminded Shouto of his mother when the sun woke her up.

***

Behind the dorm building, Shouto made a garden.

Well, at this point, it was more like a flowerbed. There was only one flower.

He took the ones that were fully grown, fresh and clean, and went home. Fuyumi was probably there, and he wanted to ask her how to make a flower crown.

12 years too late.

But all she said was “Yes” and for an hour, they just weaved flowers into something a bit more pretty, a bit more special. Then Natsuo came home to the sight of flower petals littering the main floor and his younger brother expressing the most emotion he had ever seen, and all he said was, “Hey! Let me join in!”

They made flower crowns of forget-me-nots, wearing them after they were completed, and making one more for their sibling who wasn’t home.

It was the first time Shouto genuinely laughed since he was 5 years old.

***

He showed up to school the next morning wearing Fuyumi’s flower crown and holding more flowers in his hand and a needle in his bag. Everyone stared at the blue.

The blue wasn’t his father’s and it never would be.

The day went as normal, and when he sat with Izuku, he took the flowers that he brought with him and weaved them into a flower crown.

And when he was complete, Izuku looked pretty.

“Pretty.”

“That’s what you are, Shouto! Pretty!”

His face turned as red as his hair.

***

When he visited his mother a few days after, he was wearing another flower crown, this time Natsuo’s (as seen by the clumsiness in ordering the flowers compared to Fuyumi’s intricate arrangement), and holding even more flowers in his hand.

“Mom?”

She was staring out the window at something. Probably just the sunlight. She turned her head around and her eyes locked onto the periwinkle posies that he held.

With a smile, she said, “Shouto.”

He smiled and walked over to her bed. The bed dipped under Shouto’s weight.

He grabbed the needle and thread from his bag and started to make another flower crown. His hands were more dexterous, less clumsy.

The feeling of water dripping from his hair and onto the tatami came back, but truth be told, it was in the back of his mind.

It was the second time in 12 years that he had ever seen his mother smile so big.

***

Some days, it felt like he was drowning in water, only for him to burn the left side and freeze the right side. He was trapped in the feeling, unable to ever escape the feeling of water wrapping around him.

The water was always weeping.

From what, he was never sure.

***

“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not….”

Of course Izuku would be peeling the petals off of Shouto’s flowers from the little vase instead of doing his work. Sighing, Shouto set his notebook down and just watched Izuku continue to pluck the petals from his flowers. It was some game, where if you pluck the last petal and get “[Name] loves me”, that person was actually in love with you.

Both of them knew it was a superstition, but it was nice to believe instead of picking apart any logic that this supposed trick had.

“He loves me! Hey Shouto!”

“Hm?” He was broken from his thoughts by Izuku.

“He loves me! See?” Izuku held up the last flower petal and the empty stem. He had a toothy grin plastered and his freckles connected like stars.

Shouto chuckled. “That’s nice. Who is it?”

“Nope, can’t tell you!”

“We’re 17, Izuku.”

“Just let me live as a kid!” Izuku pouted.

“Sure.”

They both got back to do doing their work. Izuku mumbled, “Why do you think I used forget-me-nots….”

“What was that?”

“Uh, nothing!”

If the blush on Izuku’s cheeks wasn’t any indicator, his muttering sure was.

***

The sight of water droplets on each petal was enough to make Shouto blink.

His father had been visiting his mother. He could tell.

There were lilies.

Only he gave her lilies.

But there was nothing Shouto could do. All he could do was water his forget-me-nots and make little flower crowns for Rei.

Sometimes, they had other flowers within them. Like tiger lilies and pink gardenias and yellow roses.

Of course, she only commented on the periwinkle blue.

“Mama?”

“Yes, Shouto?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it abruptly. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”

She simply smiled.

***

The feeling of water wrapping around him was never something he could stop feeling after years of phantom pain from the boiling water in the kettle, but little flower crowns and Midoriya Izuku made everything a little less dark.

The ring on his finger had a sapphire stone in the shape of a flower, and he knew Izuku had been observing since they were 15.

Fuyumi and Natsuo kept him busy by making flower crowns with the different flowers they harvested from the garden behind their home.

Touya came home, with burn scars, blue fire, and dyed black hair.

He was far from a hero, actually a villain, but he just wanted to be with his family.

And all Shouto did was show him the feeling of water. Because instead of Fuyumi, waiting with an ice pack and hot food, it was Shouto, waiting for him with nothing but a cup of tea and a flower crown made of forget-me-nots from his own little garden back at his new home. It was Shouto, baby Shouto, with his two-toned hair and different-colored eyes, staring up at him, waiting.

Without a word, Shouto placed the flower crown on Touya’s head.

They hugged.

“Gomenasai, little brother.”

Touya’s tears fell onto his scar.

It was the first time Shouto had seen his big brother cry.

***

“Forget-me-little, forget-me-not, forget-me-little, forget-me-not….”

“What are you doing now Izuku?”

Izuku paused from his little game. “I’m playing a different version of the “he loves me, he loves me not” game! I got forget-me-not!”

“And?”

“And?! That means you, Mr. I’m-Too-Cool-For-The-Ice, will never forget me!”

“If that’s what it takes to make you feel accomplished.”

“I can still kick your butt.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

***

“Mom?”

“Yes, Shouto?”

“Do you remember when I used to make flower crowns for you?”

“Of course I do. You still do, sweetheart.”

“Did you like them?”

“I always loved them. They were made by you, after all.”

***

“Mama! Mama!” 5 year old Shouto tumbled forward with flowers in his hand. “Look! I got those blue ones! The forget-me-nots! Now I can be your hero!”

Todoroki Rei looked down at her son. She crouched down to his level, beaming at him. “Of course you can! You already are my hero!”

He laughed. “Mama! Can you make one of those flower crowns?”

“Of course I can. Anything for you.” She booped his nose.

The feeling of wrapping water was surrounding them, only it was building a bubble that could never be popped. It was simply a breath of fresh air, a burst of shivering light, a spark of a glacier.

It was the sun, shining onto whatever blue was in the world.

𝔉𝔦𝔫.

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#bnha #reon writes #tododeku #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku

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weissfai-blog1 · 5 years

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I can hear your voice

Ae Pete AU ~ where Pete is deaf and Ae found himself fascinated with the beautiful creature who brings out the protective man in him.

Pete and his mother was on their way to visit their father, it was surprised visit that Pete insisted because it was his birthday. He wanted his special people to be there. His dad often not go home and he doesn’t like that.

They visited but was surprised to his father in the arms of the woman they think was his secretary. He and his mother run away from the place, his mother was crying and he was so guilty, confused, shock and he just felt torn seeing his mother cry while driving.

Unfortunately, a drunk truck driver collided with their car. They were hit. He and his mother was hospitalized. His mother was okay with bruises here and there, but the one who was hit with a case was him.

Because of the accident, his head was hit so strong by the impact, and the doctors told his parents that he suffer a head trauma that damages a portion of his ears and potentially will lead to permanent deafness.

Pete mother was so guilty but he shook his head and told her, ‘Mae… I love you. Its not your fault. Its Pete’s fault after all I insisted to go to Pa.’

Pete completely lost his hearing after a month and no advance medical assistance can help him. And because he is deaf, it would be awkward for him to talk as he cannot hear his voice and as shy as he was, he then stop talking. The only one who ever hear his voice was his mother and Par Jiew. Even the maids at the house are not able to hear their young master’s voice.

Pete stayed at his home and was taught the TSL or the Thai Sign Language along with the ASL (American Sign Language). It so that he can still communicate even if he is outside Thailand.

His grandmother, the supreme law of the Pecharn Worachoti Family, because of the scandal vanished her own son to Germany and told him to never show his mistress ever in Thailand. His Grandmother adores Pete so much and her heart ache with so much pain when she found out about his condition. His grandmother then gave his Mae three hotels under his mother’s name, the mansion, and half of the inheritance under Pete’s name once he is of legal age.

Pete and his mother decided that he attends the special program at Mahidol University and this will go hand in hand with International College program as well. Putch have talked to the administration and they are more than welcome to welcome Pete in their university and Pete is not the only one with those condition.

Many rich and top of the line elites are attending the special program at the university.

Pete was surprised to find Tin there and Tin was really glad that Pete was safe. They are friends since childhood, only Tin went away to study in England.

Pete was happy that Tin never change and still treats him all the same. He hates to be treated different and in special way. He is deaf, not completely invalid. He can walk, use his hands and feet, he can even solve problems and because of his condition he is expert in using the computer and technology more.

Pete met Ae by accident. Ae saves Pete from getting hit by a car. Pete was so distracted because he receives a message from his step-mother asking him to step down as the heir and give her child Alvin a chance to be a part of the Pecharn Worachoti. Should he say it to his grandmother, she will comply.

Pete was under pressure and stress by it for his setp-mother had been messaging him non-stop for the past three months.

Ae was so angry that someone almost got killed and thanks his reflex that he was able to save the tall absent minded boy.

He shouted at him and he was about to say more when his eyes settled on his face.

Ae was dumbstruck. For the first time of his foul mouthed life – he was speechless and was not able to say anything to the most beautiful human being he had ever encountered.

The tall boy looks so – white. Milky white! In contrast to his dark skin tone that Pond calls ‘Black Hole Ae Tone’. And that face, Ae was never the one to say anything about anyone’s appearance. All the girls and boys are the same to him. They have a face, he can appreciate cuteness in a girl but to a guy, only Ai Dear was cute to his mind, but that doesn’t made him stop. The beauty in front of his is none like any other. His hair looks so soft crowning those delicate face. Long eyes lashes that encase beautiful doe orbs, high cheekbones, pretty nose, and those lips. Can a man have those kind of lips? Bow like, full and pink lips? Is this kid even a Thai?

Ae wasn’t aware he was staring until he noticed the boy wincing and he saw scratches here and there. He hold the boy up and goddamn! Can someone smell like flowers? Ae was aware that as boy who runs under the sun he smells of sweat, sun, man odour, and even laundry powder – he hates when Pond will splash laundry softener on his clothes – but this tall young man’s scent was of spring, flower, lavender and daisies.

‘Are you okay? Hop in! I will bring you to the clinic.’

Ae stared at the tall boy but he only shook his head.

‘What? Look I don’t have the time of the day. Just hop okay!’

Pete was startled with his harsh tone and looks at the bike.

‘Don’t tell me you haven’t ridden one?’

Pete shook his head. Ae scratch his head, ‘Its easy. Just ride and hold my waist.’

Pete nodded and Ae questions him looking back when he was position at the back seat, ‘By the way what’s your name? I’m Ae.’

‘Pete.’

Pete was startled that he spoke. How many years since he last spoken and he was ashamed! His voice sounds weird! He have no idea if he has spoken loudly or anything.

‘Okay Pete hold on tight.’

Ae want to punch himself to see if he was dreaming.

Even the voice spoken by Pete was so soft, as if it was the wind that whispers to him.

It took Ae a whole week to understand that Pete was deaf. He was not aware – he was just thinking that Pete doesn’t spoke much and just nods and smiles. Well they only met like twice so it’s a given. But he felt mad at himself, it must been hard for Pete.

Pete communicated to Ae via written words through his small notebook or via phone messaging.

The nosy Pond tells him that Pete seems special to him.

Well yes, Pete is special. His Koon Chai is very special.

They have been friends for months and he understood things about Pete.

Pete is not only a fine Koon Chai, but he has a kind heart. Many at the special program treats Pete like a plague and laughs at him or there are even words such as : ‘Pity. Pretty yet deaf.’ ‘What a lost.’

He was so mad at them that he wanted to punch and kick them whether it be a boy or a girl, but Pete told him its okay. That he doesn’t take it to heart.

That those are just words, and that it wont hurt him.

Pete is like an angel to him. He is so kind, forgiving and well selfless.

Ae doesn’t like Pete’s arrogant friend Tin, but he learns to respect the cold bastard especially when Tin’s icy glare and nasty remarks will stop those elites in insulting Pete and his condition.

Pond, Ping, Bow, Sun, Dear, Diew, Shun, Oat, Can, Type and all his friends and even his teammates knew about Pete as he introduced Pete to them as his friend. Ae wanted Pete to have as many as friends as possible.

Pete is shy and Ae wanted to show Pete that even in his condition, many will like and appreciates him.

Though truth be told, he wanted to keep Pete all to himself, but he can never be selfish. Pete needs friends and as seeing that Tin is his only friend he does his best to Pete be known to others.

He is thankful that his friends are all normal, sane and unlike those rich elite jerks who look down on others. They all welcome Pete as a little brother, friend and in Bow’s visions a potential boyfriend.

Pond will often do his joke showing body language and Pete will laugh so softly while covering his mouth. How Ae wanted to hear Pete laugh out loud.

Ae and Pete have been friends for so many months now and Ae felt so many emotions that he knew is not just a feeling for a friend.

He hates it when Pete smiles at others, especially at Tin, Pond’s lousy jokes that he does with his body movements, he is very envious on how that A-hole was able to make Pete laugh. He hates it when Sun with no regard to anyone will openly flirt with Pete and told them, ‘I’ll choose Pete as my faen! Hell – his looks is a killer. He doesn’t need to talk and just be his beautiful self.’ Some may get offended but Pete smiles and Ae just rolled his eyes.

There are so many times that he wanted to caress Pete’s cheek much longer than he is used to. He wanted more than just a caress actually.

Ae often looks at Pete’s lips when the later was reading or just solving some problems.

Ae will have a hard time adjusting his breathe when Pete will show him his pouty lips when Ae wouldn’t allow Pete to do something like playing football with the team (Pete will be pummeled especially by Can!) and when Pete does his lip-biting.

And it drove him mad that every single time he dreams of Pete – Pete underneath his sturdy body, naked, writhing in passion, moaning – oh yes! He so wanted to hear Pete’s moan. Pete is deaf but he can speak, he had heard him once and it was to say his name. Now he wants Pete moaning his name over and over again.

He is only human! And yes, he knew what does reaction in his body is telling him.

He desires Pete. He wants Pete more than a friend.

Ae confessed his feelings to Pete, only Pete told him he wasn’t sure. He is afraid that his condition will only bother Ae.

Ae is patient with Pete.

He will do anything to adjust himself and be with Pete.

Ae surprises Pete with a gift. Ae visited Pete’s apartment after they have won the football game against IC department.

Pete was sitting in the sofa when Ae kneels and holds Pete’s knee. Pete was startled but Ae did something that made Pete cry.

Ae smiles at him so gently and did a gesture with his hands.

Pete’s eyes went saucers!

Ae just asked him to be his boyfriend using Thai Sign Language.

Ae smiles again while wiping the tears on Pete’s face, ‘I know you can read my lips. Sorry that I can only do that much. But I am learning Pete. I want to be the one to understand you the most. I want to be there for you. I want you to lean on me more. I will protect you. Right now, I’m just a college boy, depending on his parents. But after I graduate I will work hard and build us a home.’

Ae kisses Pete’s hand and again uses TSL to say, ‘Please be mine Pete. Please be Ae’s boyfriend.’

Pete nodded while crying.

Ae smiles and gesture with his hand, ‘I love you.’

#lbc #love by chance #aepete #hcs #ae #pete #thai sign language #weissfai writes #fics

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 years

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Only For A Moment Ch. 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face... Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?

Warnings: PTSD, thievery, death (implied).

A/N: Hello rabbit hole. How the fuck did I go from, “I’m going to write a smutty ass fic,” to well there’s a whole story, with lot’s of background, and pain, and feelings in like NO time?! There will be smut but there’s apparently gonna be some fluff, some emotional shit, and some touch starved/let’s help each other heal shit too. Who am I?

Word Count: 1381

Tags are open!

You want nothing more than to disappear into your scarf, just fall into your shell like a turtle. But you know you have to keep your head up, look normal, be vigilant. The museum rises up in front of you, it’s stunning facade somehow comforting. Beautiful buildings always inspired Y/N. But she was gone. ‘We can have similar interests,’ you think pushing away the ghost of your former self.

It’s Friday and the museum has just opened but there are enough people to make you feel at ease with your plan. Some tourists and two groups of rowdy school kids. ‘Perfect.’ You slide near a gathering of fourteen tourists who, from the sound of it, are Danish.

The cheery museum worker hands you a headset without a second thought, smiling brightly, and, gives you an appreciative once-over. ‘Girl must have a thing for vagabond-chic.’ She seems young and you hope she’s got a good friend to help her polish her taste in men.

You follow the group a few paces behind, observe where the men’s wallets are, what women have purses without zippers and plan your strategy. Bucharest is done, but you need funds to get out and tourists always have cash and in places like museums, a false sense of security.

As you pass the incredible skeletons your mind wanders to the Soldier. You’d caught wind that he’d vanished after the incident. Given his rap sheet, you have no doubt he has more than Hydra on his ass if that’s the case. But he was their star, the crown jewel of their murderous menagerie, you can’t imagine why he’d go rogue. Though there was that time-

A young woman slips on the tile and careens into you bringing you back to the task at hand. “Undskyld! Undskyld! (Sorry! Sorry!)”

“It’s ok,” you respond in Danish brandishing a smile. Knowing almost every language in modern usage may be the one good thing to come out of this nightmare.

“Oh,” she smiles awkwardly as you hand her tote back. You knew she’d assumed you were a man, that responding in a distinctly feminine voice would throw her even more than her slip. You also know that this is all the distraction you need to pull her wallet up, out, and under your jacket. Weaponizing gender norms, Nix would be proud. “Thank you!” Without a second thought, she strolls back to her friends, not wanting to linger.

You continue the museum tour for a bit without lifting anything else, not wanting to push it. The woman running into you was, despite your previous thoughts on the subject, lucky. Biding your time is best.

In the marine life exhibit the hall is narrow and dim, everything awash in blue light. You’re bummed to be leaving this city, this museum alone with it’s winding corridors is a gold mine.

One of the Danish men pulls his phone out of his pocket, his money clip peeks up for just a moment and wouldn’t you know it just falls out and silently into your hand. A British man who’s group was already in the hall lost his wallet, shit luck that. Spoils in tow it’s easy enough to slip away unnoticed and duck into the men’s restroom.

A decent enough haul, about $300 Romanian Leu and $250 Euro. You’d certainly done worse. The money clip also seems to be gold so you hold onto it. The Brits wallet you let fall to the bathroom floor and as you casually stroll back past the mastodon on your way out you let the woman’s wallet float silently near where you’d collided. You may be a thief but you know getting around a foreign country without your ID is difficult and don’t want to cause them anymore issues. You’ll take any good karma you can eek out.

The thought of leaving the museum makes your mouth go dry. Romania seemed unassuming enough. After Berlin, you thought the typical European locals were too risky but you needed to be in a city where a stranger could go unnoticed. Was there really no place safe from Hydra… was running worth it?

Steeling yourself you step into the crisp day. Kiseleff Park is right by the museum and it seems as good a choice as any. You go far enough away as to not be seen by the tourists when they exit but not so far as to be away from public view and lounge on a bench. If they wanted you dead they could probably hit you here but if they want to take you in, this is too public. It wouldn’t be impossible of course but given the bind Hydra’s in it would certainly be too inconvenient.

You let your sixth sense slither down the legs of the bench. The screws securing it to the concrete are rusty but you’re pretty certain you can weaponize it if necessary. Down the bench, to the sidewalk, you feel out the cracks in the concrete surrounding you, easy enough to break it up and hurl it. The trash can to your back left is metal, the posts that make up the barrel can be pulled apart and used as projectiles. Even the lamppost about six feet away would be useful in a pinch.

‘What a good attack dog you will be,’ that voice slithers from the recesses of this morning’s dream. They were so impressed at your ability to think on your feet, to get out of a bind even if they were the bind…

You stop yourself. Don’t want to give him power in your waking hours, he has enough of that when your body demands sleep like the traitor it is. You fish your shattered phone from your pocket and give the surrounding area one last look over before trying to plot your next course.

The money from today would be more than enough to get you to the coastal city of Constanta, but from there you’d be partially surrounded by water. While living the rest of your days on a boat sounds kind of perfect you aren’t exactly a sea fairing woman and considering that the Black Sea is bordered by some pretty unstable regions, it’s best to not. You’ve got about $700 Leu between today and what’s in your squat, that may be enough to get a shitty car, or you could steal one. Maybe drive to Croatia.

The thought sends a pain shooting through your chest. The last Friendsgiving you had with them you’d convinced everyone that Croatia belonged on your group travel list, showing them photos you’d pinned and talking about how enchanting it looked when Anthony Bourdain went. You’d even priced hotels and flights just to show how y’all could make it work.

A single tear catches between your sunglasses and cheekbone and you quickly brush it away before you map the distance. Fourteen hours. You could do that without stopping. Ditch the car on some back road and walk to the city of your choice. You swallow the sob bubbling up your throat. There’s no point in tears now. You’re going on for them. They are gone because of you. It would be selfish to throw away the life you have, no matter how shitty it is when they don’t get to live theirs anymore. You can weep for them in the ocean they never got to see but not here on this fucking bench.

You slump over, take one ragged breath, then another. Dig your fingers into your thighs. Try to ground yourself in your body. And look up.

He’s across the street. Openly staring at you with no cover whatsoever. ‘Pretty shitty for an assassin,’ you think and you’re once again hit with the feeling of difference about him. He seems almost wilted. That doesn’t matter. Hydra will do anything to get at you. What better than to position someone like him here to get close, make you think you’re on the same struggle. An excellent way to break you down.

Suddenly you’re ready. If they want to play you’ll play. You take your glasses off and hook them on the neck of your shirt. Slowly you lift your face and meet those eyes. Unblinking you stand and walk away. You know he’ll follow.

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I know, I know. So much world building. But I guess you just write the fic you like right? Bucky and the Reader meet next and honestly... I’m way too into it.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic

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