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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — hiding from paparazzis by dyeing your hair and visiting your boyfriend’s match as well as meeting his found family is always fun

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 9.1k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — king of my heart [taylor swift], bébé [dadju]

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this chapter contains misogyny, sexual harassment, verbal abuse, cheating, mental health issues, toxic relationship, gaslighting, physical abuse (don’t really sure if it really counts as that but i think it does)

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — for anyone experiencing anything similar than what amara did, no matter how bad it is, i always have an ear free and there are several organizations that help people in situations like this. just remember that you’re not alone in this 🫶🏾

i also apologize for the timeline but beginner’s mistake: i forgot to install a timeline so some time marks shouldn’t make sense, just ignore it ☺️ and the ending feels a bit rushed because i was scared of it becoming too long

taglist: @lorarri @locedes @aechii

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𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

she was tired of waiting. sitting on the couch, her phone in her hand while the other was busy nervously tapping on the white furniture, another yawn escaped her lips.

the dim yellow light shone on her, highlighting the eye rings underneath her eyelids. that certainly did not help keeping her awake when even her mirror reflection was screaming fatigue. yet she stayed awake.

even if she wanted to go to bed, she knew her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. she would be destined for another sleepless night, spend with her rolling and turning around in her bed. why couldn’t he just send her a message, small text that he was fine?

she was used to him not answering her calls sometimes or ignoring her on purpose. but evan had never left her that long without a sign of life. and that definitely worried her. especially because she didn’t want to fight with him.

another attempt to reach him failed as she was sent again straight to voicemail, the lump in her throat only getting bigger. she leaned back, her head making contact with the soft pillow as she let out another sigh. she didn’t even remark her eyelids closing or her hand letting go of the phone in her hand as she fell asleep. exhausting had taken her over.

although she didn’t sleep long. the turning of the doorknob and a person stumbling in instantly woke her up from her light sleep. her view was still a bit foggy as she blinked rapidly to get a clear view on the scene in front of her.

a quick glance at her phone told her it was one o’clock, reminding her that she had spent four hours waiting for her boyfriend to come home. four hours without any sign of life.

finally accustoming to the light, she was met with the view of her boyfriend, completely drunk, as he grabbed the commode next to him for stability. the long midi dress hung on her heavily as she stood up, walking towards him.

“where were you?” she demanded, anger mixing his worry as she took in the sight of him. “i was worried, you didn’t call. not even a little text so i know you’re alive. who knows maybe you were hit by a car or something. one life sign was all i needed from you!”

“just leave me alone amara,” he drunkenly slurred, slapping her hand away from his chest. “we were at a party. you know how john can be sometimes, he was in a mood to party.”

“and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me that? instead i had to sit here and wait because my mind was so worried about you. don’t you see how fucked up that is?”

“i’m sorry, just let it go.” he muttered, trying to move past her but amara was adamant on not letting him leave till they finished this conversation. especially because it was occurring so often those last few weeks. why was he so determined to go to bed though? why was he in such a hurry to get to the bedroom?

as he tried to move past her, amara felt her heart sink at the sight of his untucked shirt. she felt it break when the lingering scent of perfume she didn’t recognize made it to her nose and knew it belonged to a woman. but what shattered her heart into pieces, where she thought she’d never be able to glue them together was the significance of her realization. what it truly meant.

“you slept with someone again, didn’t you?” she asked him quietly, trying to maintain her composure.

the way he avoided her gaze was enough of an answer for her. she didn’t need to know more. no words could describe the disgust she felt when she met his eyes full of guilt.

“it wasn’t supposed to happen. i just had a lot to drink and john was telling us to let loose so i did, but i swear i didn’t mean to end up with her —.” he stammered, his voice slightly faltering.

“in bed?” amara inquired sarcastically, a pit of burning anger building up in her stomach. “no, instead you probably fucked her in the bathroom.” she retorted, swallowing heavily. “you promised to me! i can’t believe you would humiliate me like this again!”

she truly wanted to believe he could change. that his casanova days were over but she was met way too often with disappointment. and even though she could see the weight of his actions in his eyes, it had happened too often for amara to believe that his emotions were truly real. “i didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered, his voice low.

“you promised the last time that you wouldn’t cheat on me again. you said it was the last time.” she cried out, not able to hold her anger back any longer. “they think i’m stupid because of you. because of the way you painted me — that i’m the stupid girlfriend who is too weak to leave her cheating boyfriend. you made me… made me look like some dumb bimbo. again.” she yelled at him, her voice quivered with pain and trauma. “i can’t believe you would hurt me like this again.”

there was a heavy silence as amara brushed her tears away. “i’m leaving,” she said quietly, blinking away her tears. “i can’t do this anymore. i forgave each time, i accepted your promises, believed in them but this is not continuing. i’ll be leaving in the morning. i just… can’t do this anymore. i gave you so many chances and my heart can’t anymore.”

she tried to move past him, brush him off as she was about to walk past him but something held her up, more specifically evan grabbing her hand violently.

“evan stop it and let go of me.” she demanded swiftly, “you’re hurting me.”

“then start listening to me,” he replied to her, only tightening the grip on her hand. “i said i’m sorry about cheating. you’re just overreacting and playing miss diva again.

“i’m not overreacting evan. i waited the entire day, i called, i texted and you couldn’t even give me one sign of life. instead i find out you cheated on me and god knows how many times you have done that already. and everytime i forgave you but i can’t anymore. i don’t wanna be that stupid girlfriend anymore. all i ever needed was your support, not your constant humiliation.” amara croaked, her voice full of emotion.

he didn’t let go of her wrist but he didn’t apply more force to it either. and as amara looked into his eyes, she was surprised by how much she couldn’t recognize him.

“i only cheated because you made me, gave me no other choice,” he said dismissively, staring her into the eyes. “i love you so much and all you do is push me away. always so distant and putting your career over me. i never cheated because i don’t love you but because i’m desperate.”

her heart was beating quickly as she listened to him. she wasn’t sure what she was hearing. how could he possibly justify his actions by blaming her? the accusations left her feeling defenseless, tears of frustration welling in her eyes.

“i loved you and you knew that. don’t you dare pin this on me. i can’t anymore. all this disloyalty is too much for me.”

she hoped he would let her go now but he had other plans. though amara wasn’t sure whether he would even remember this conversation the next morning with the amount of alcohol he probably must have drunk. but he didn't back down; instead, he continued to pile on the guilt, especially because he just knew what to say. "you pushed me away," he insisted, his tone accusatory. "i was just looking for someone who would appreciate me because you never gave me your time. maybe if you had spent more time with me, i wouldn’t have cheated on you all those times.”

this must be a dream or at least she wished it was. how could he blame her for his mistakes when all she ever did was love him. be loyal to him. had she truly failed him that much?

“no one will take your side if you leave me,” he muttered, his voice making amara shiver. “i’m the reason they know you. who knows amara imani? but they know evan henderson. so who do you think they will believe?” he asked her, his free hand brushing over her cheek. “the white man who has been in the society his whole life long or his black little slut who’s just a bland copy of Beyoncé and Taylor swift? why do you wanna make it so hard for you? you have everything you need with me, love, money, success.”

“i love you and i know you love me too. why do you want to destroy this?” he whispered, playing even more into his manipulation. he knew all her weaknesses, how to manipulate and gaslight her and he seemed pretty satisfied with him when it seemed to work on her. all he needed was just a bit of self-doubt to win her back. and he had always known the right words. “i promise you, this will never happen again.” he let go of her wrist and even though it wasn’t very recognizable on her skin, it was clear that there would be a bruise. he lifted her hand, pressing soft kisses onto the bruised skin, his thumb brushing gently over it. “i didn’t meant for this to happen. you know that right? it was a stupid mistake.”

she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, nodding as she tried to keep her tears down. it was a mistake, she repeatedly told herself, trying to calm herself down. he didn’t mean to.

it wasn’t the first time he had hurt her but he had been doing so good since the last time. it hadn’t been long enough ago for her to forget it but enough time had passed for her to put herself together. it should have been a sign for her, a sign to leave when her mind was glad, it wasn’t as bad as the last time. that this time it had just been her wrist. and in addition, she loved him.

“we can fix this, put ourselves together again.” he continued to whisper, his hand looking to intertwine with amara’s. “i’m all you need. just me. and you don’t want to lose me, do you? we can work through this, you and me.”

looking at him incredulously, she pulled her hand back and walked quickly past him, brushing his shoulder in the process. her feet had a mind of her own as they brought her to the guest room, amara knowing that she couldn’t sleep in the same bed next to him. even breathing became hard when they were in the same room. how was she supposed to stay here? it was a mistake, she continued to tell herself as she climbed into bed, the pillow getting wet due to her tears that were rolling unstoppable. he won’t do it again.

she searched for solitude, hiding in the guest room though she wasn’t alone for long. her eyes closed instantly as she heard evan’s footsteps approaching the door to the guest room. she couldn’t talk to him anymore, she wouldn’t make it. she turned around, her body facing the wall as she tried to act as if she was sleeping. she would confront evan tomorrow, if he even remembered what had happened tonight.

her body tensed as he let himself fall into the bed, joining her.

“i told you i was sorry,” he slurred drunkenly. “amara please.” he begged again, his words clearer now. his hand brushed down her cheek and amara begged he wouldn’t remark the wet surface of her face or her tears that were still rolling down. “you know that wasn’t me. you just provoked me and i snapped but i promise this was the last time.”

“please just leave evan. you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” amara murmured tiredly. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

but instead of leaving and going to bed, he started to press sloppy kisses on her neck, moving up and down.

“evan go,” amara demanded, trying to push the male away but he wouldn’t budge. instead his hand travelled down further her body, stopping just above her thigh. “please stop. i’m not in the mood.”

“i just wanna apologize,” he muttered into her hair, his kissing moving up to her cheek. she struggled to push him off of her, disgust in her eyes as she felt the budge in his pants growing bigger.

when his hand was about to slip under her sweatpants, amara saw red, taking every of her strength and willpower to push him off of her. “i said stop evan. leave now.” she demanded him angrily.

his eyes grew dark again, amara watching as his expression grew cold. “this is exactly the reason why i cheated on you. you always push me off.” he yelled at her, ignoring the way her body flinched. “why won’t you sleep with me anymore?”

“all i want is to apologize to my girlfriend and she won’t even let me touch her.” he began, purposely hoping on making amara feel bad. “i know i messed up and i’m really trying my best but you have to let me.”

he leaned close to her. “i love you. you know that right?” he asked her softly, amara nodding. she truly loved him. as naive as she was, she of course believed every word he said, falling down into his trap again. “and you don’t want to lose me, do you?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making contact with her skin. he started pressing kisses down her neck again as she spoke words into her mind, knowing exactly just how to manipulate her. and nearly everytime it seemed to work.

“… you’re my girlfriend. you’re supposed to make me feel good. and then i’ll never have to look somewhere else again. because you’re all i’ll ever need.” he told her sweetly, a sort of guilt rushing through her heart.

so when he started to slip his hand under her sweatpants again, she just let it happen. he was all she had.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

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𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani went red for the day, those paps are never gonna catch me 💋

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liyah_clark slayyyy bestie

k.mbappe that meme 💀

amara.imani i was tempted to use one of you and a turtle but i decided against it

k.mbappe and i thought you were nice. I’m keeping your tacos now

amara.imani i’m sorry. please bring me tacos

graceywood take care of you and please come back home in one piece

amara.imani yes mama

iamcardib you go girl, those paps will never see it coming

kyliejenner omg i love the red on you, i might dye mine too

amara.imani you def should, king kylie era returning?

justineskye how could you dye your hair without me? where was my invite?

hudson_music does that mean i get the day free since you’re not here?

amara.imani sure, just don’t get too drunk. i’m at the studio tomorrow

charles_leclerc wearing the right color. have i actually managed to make you a tifosi?

amara.imani a proud teamlh supporter till i die, try to convince liyah

charles_leclerc i asked her and she told me if i ever tried to make her switch on lewis again, she’d dump me

amara.imani the only right response

liyah_clark i just said that i support you and only you but i will never become a tifosi, sorry babe

liyah_clark but you could always change to merc if you want to see me so badly in your colors

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

730 days had passed since that accident. 730 days ago she had made the worst decision of her life by staying with him. giving him the knowledge that she believed everything he said. two years had passed since she had allowed evan to take her sparkle away.

at first, amara didn’t even know why she thought of that memory today. it had been months that she hadn’t thought back of evan and their toxic relationship. and then she had thrown a glance at her phone and knew the reason why. it had happened on this date, two years ago. two years ago, he had managed to take a part away from her.

no one truly knows how hard it is to get out of a toxic relationship till they are caught in one themselves. outsiders will say, ‘just leave,’ not knowing how hard that can be. because no one truly knows how to escape that situation.

books with instructions to that don’t exist. so how is one supposed to know what to do? no one tells you what to do when your boyfriend lays his hand on you for the first time. the rational side of your brain will tell you to leave but do you listen? of course not. instead you try to justify the action because you’re telling yourself, why else would he lay his hand on you unless you had done something wrong?

and that’s the way the circle begins. he won’t lay his hand on you but small gestures are enough to know that he was close to hurting you again. grabbing your wrist a bit too tight, his fist almost making contact with your skin… soon you’ll find yourself happy that it was only your wrist that suffered under his anger.

no one tells you what to do when you don’t know how to leave him. you expect friends to notice your changed behavior but they’re all too busy, profiting from your misery. encouraging you to stay in that toxic relationship because it was good for them. they don’t care about the abuse you receive, whether it’s physical or mental. and the friends you know would have probably helped you, they are already gone because you pushed them away. so now you find yourself alone in an abusive and toxic relationship with nowhere to go and no escape system.

of course, the abuse is always equated with some good or else leaving would be too easy, wouldn’t it? for every mean word, a bouquet of flowers. for every wrist held too tight, a nice diamond necklace would find itself in front of you along with a smile, a smile promising that it would never happen again and yet both know that it was a lie. but still, your brain starts to forget the bad side. and whenever you find yourself close to leaving, your brain will ask you “why are you leaving when it’s good at the moment. he didn’t mean to. he loves you”.

amara had quickly realized how easy it was for an outsider to judge an abusive marriage, relationship, friendship. but they didn’t know the work that hid behind it. the exhaustion and manipulation. the betrayal of trust your brain won’t want to admit. it was a whole cycle and finding a loophole in it took more strength than one would ever admit.

as humiliated and betrayed as she had felt in that moment, amara was glad he had left her. had cheated on her publicly. it had given her the loophole she had been looking for the entire time. and it had come at a good moment too, one where he wouldn’t be able to manipulate her into staying like he had done so many time. but she still preferred to never talk about that period of her life again. it was over.

today she would be focusing on kylian the entire day. the reason she was even here. if someone had told her one year ago that she would be standing here, excited to watch a psg match, she would have called the psychiatry to inform them that they were most likely missing a patient. and yet here she was, ready to cheer on her boyfriend. her excitement was palpable as she sat in the vip lounge, eager to witness him playing in action on the field.

she had been so keen on finally watching him play live that she had even dyed her hair red and donned a stylish pair of sunglasses to not be recognized by any cameras or paparazzis that were present. even though the two were clear where they stood with each other, they did not want to share their bliss with the press yet, preferring to just live in their own bubble before any articles caught up to them.

the stadium buzzed with an electrifying atmosphere, fans donning their team's colors and waving flags with passionate fervor as screams were heard from everywhere, overtoning the commentator of the match. kylian had not exaggerated when he had told her that playing at home was always another vibe. the energy was contagious and amara found herself close to singing with the commentators but she refrained herself from doing so, not wanting to stand out. she was also impressed by the dedication of the supporters who poured their entire heart and souls into cheering for their beloved team, some even making huge trips just to come support their team. needless to say, this would not be her last match.

sure, maybe paris didn’t have as much of an history as liverpool had, and maybe they didn’t have their own fan song that had carried through the history of their club but they had supporters amara guessed. and she loved the atmosphere here.

lost in her phone, checking messages and replying to some instagram messages, amara only looked up again when the crowd erupted into a thunderous roar, announcing the arrival of the players who came walking out from the tunnel. her eyes were fixed on him though.

despite thousands of fans around her, yelling and chanting his names she managed to drown out the noise around her as her eyes searched his. the way he looked at his fans, standing majestically on the ground and the way he held himself, so confident and mesmerizing — she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of pride knowing that she was there to support him.

even though he wouldn’t recognize her, amara drew kylian a discreet air kiss from stands, her way of wishing him good luck which he acknowledged with his typical smirk. it was her secret way of letting him know she was there, supporting him wholeheartedly. she felt connected to him in another way today. last time he was in her world and this time she was a visitor in his.

watching the match, amara couldn’t contain herself from yelling along the fans for every foal or occasion the blue players had, her heart pounding with each near missed chance for a goal. she cheered with unrestrained joy when kylian opened the score with a beautiful volley that landed immediately in the net, the goalkeeper having no chance. and even though she facepalmed seeing his new celebration, her grin grew wider as she watched him draw a heart with his fingers and then fire an arrow in her direction. of course the crowd went wild, looking around frantically to find the person he had just dedicated a goal to.

the crowd calmed down again when the whistle blew, indicating the break and amara was able to get away from all the screams for a quick pause. as much as she enjoyed the game, it had been a long time that she hadn’t been out again in public and even less to a big event like this. but she couldn’t have known that the second half contained just as much surprises as the first one.

sitting down again, this time armed with a bottle of coke, she watched with excitement the second part of the game, hoping for it to be just as thrilling as the first one— even more, she was hoping for another goal of him. and amara was not disappointed. fifteen minutes into the second half, the ball found kylian again who put it again into the net, dribbling his way into the surface for a quick finish. she braced herself again for another of his ridiculous celebrations, surprised when all he did was just lift his shirt so the public could read what was written on it. and upon reading it, amara was glad she had finished her drink a long time ago because the french striker had written boldly across his shirt: told you so. and she knew it was directed at her. she wanted to hide behind one of the chairs, smiling hardly but she was also painfully aware that if she acted different now, everyone would know it was for her and she wouldn’t dare to imagine how that could turn out for her.

as the final whistle blew, amara felt happy and kind of sad. for the two hours that she had been here, she had been able to drown out everything. forget about her problems because here they didn’t matter. she clapped happily as the crowd began to disperse, knowing her day was long from being over. she waited a few minutes before standing up, thanking the security men for escorting her to the changing rooms. of course only after showing him her badge that kylian had gotten her for vips.

she grew a bit self-conscious as she received several weird stares while walking towards the players changing rooms but she tried to ignore them all, focusing instead on kylian’s amazing match and all the things she’d tell him.

amara hesitated at first, unsure whether she should enter immediately as her worries took over her thoughts but she was able to block them out quickly. with all her confidence, she strutted over to the door, knocking three times before opening it and entering. taking a few steps, she was instantly met with kylian, currently changing as he took off his jersey.

“hey superstar. how does it feel to be mvp?” she teased, flashing him a playful grin as she made her way towards him.

he turned towards her with a cheeky smile, amara’s eyes not leaving his defined abs. his arms immediately engulfed her as he pulled her in for a hug, savoring the scent of cherry and vanilla that was immediately picked up by his nose. “amara? i can’t believe you actually came. and your hair? why did you dye it red?”

she laughed, throwing her head back in joy and twirled one of her extensions. “i promised you i’d be there, didn’t i? and as for my hair, told you those paps aren’t gonna catch me.” she replied sassily.

he chuckled playfully, shaking his head at her sass. “so, what did you think of the match? don’t even try to lie, i know you enjoyed it. especially my two goals,” he smirked. “comment t'as trouvé mes célébrations? kinda cool, don’t you think?” — what did you think of my celebrations?

she rolled her eyes, matching his sarcasm. “i loved them,” she retorted. “you just had to do it, didn’t you? because of you, gracey will scold me tomorrow since your new celebration,” she trailed off, looking at him pointedly, “will attire a lot of media attention. especially that second one.”

he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "didn’t you say that any publicity is good publicity? besides they’ll probably forget it in a week.”

she laughed again, knowing he had a point but that still didn’t make her any less annoyed. “fine but don’t say i didn’t want you when the paps start camping in front of your apartment.”

“i already spend more time at yours than at my own so it’s fine.” he replied sarcastically. “that way, you won’t steal any secret tactics.”

she faked a dramatic expression, putting a hand on her chest. “oh my gosh, you discovered my plan. the only reason i actually dated you was to steal all the secret tactics and sell them to the highest bidder. but then again, your tactics aren’t really worth much.” she joked, shrieking when kylian attacked her hips, tickling her there.

“i dare you to say that again,” he demanded jokingly, resting his hands lastly around her waist, pulling her closer. “we talked about this amara.”

“i know, i know.” she repeated, rolling her eyes. “we don’t compare psg with liverpool. i know that. now come here,” she said, purposely annoying him before pulling him in for a kiss.

they were immediately caught in a passionate kiss as amara wrapped her hands around his neck. every kiss still felt like their first one, fireworks still exploding in her stomach whenever their lips met.

“you were great,” amara whispered against his lips, smiling as she leaned in to connect them again. though they never made it since the door suddenly opened and the couple was caught like a deer in headlights when the rest of his teammates came in. there was a moment of silence before one of his teammates (amara didn’t know who) started to yell.

“MAIS LE GARS, C’EST KYLIAN AVEC UNE MEUF!” on of them yelled and amara stared down, luckily not blushing. — guys, it’s kylian with a girl

“and she actually seems nice. remember when he dated chloe, that stuck-up bitch.” another one commented, his teammates agreeing.

“eh, je suis toujours la.” kylian retorted annoyingly. — hey, i’m still here

“COME ON KYLIAN, PRESENT HER TO US!” several of his teammates screamed, some even jumping up and down which made amara smile. it warmed her heart to see how thrilled they were to meet her.

“le gars, this is amara imani, the singer, you—“ he began but amara cut him off immediately, rolling her eyes.

she arched an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. “bro, they didn’t ask you for a cv of me.” she cut him off sassily before looking at the boys who were watching them confusingly. “i’m his girlfriend.”

“what?” all of them exclaimed which made kylian smirk, probably boosting his ego.

neymar (amara immediately recognized him because of liyah’s huge footballer crush phase) was the first to grin widely and to approach her. “hah, i already knew. i was the first person he told,” he bragged. “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. eu sou um grande fã de sua música.” — i’m a big fan of your music.

“obrigado. i’m a big fan of your skills too.” she replied, her accent standing out as she replied to him in portuguese.

“you speak portuguese?” another of his teammates asked (amara hating herself for her short memory because she was sure she had seen him play today).

she nodded, smiling shyly. “i speak several languages. next to english and french, i also speak spanish, igbo and a bit portuguese but mine is a bit rusty.”

“that’s still more than his last girlfriend.” another one hollered. “sergio ramos, delighted to meet you. it’s a good thing you speak spanish, now we can bitch about kylian behind his back whenever we want.”

a mischievous grin appeared on her face while this time, kylian rolled his eyes. “you do know i speak spanish fluently right?” he asked them but they both waved dismissively.

the next one to present himself was marco and even he had some difficulties, believing that kylian had actually gotten the girl. “it’s kinda weird having you standing right here. who would’ve thought kylian’s game was that good? never in thousand years i’d have believed that. also my wife is a big fan of yours. even dragged me to one of your concerts.”

she just laughed, sending kylian a playful wink before turning her attention back to marco.

one by one they introduced themselves, some not able to contain their excitement due to them being big fans while others had difficulties with believing that had actually managed to get himself a girlfriend who was none other than amara. and since this were incredible news, presnel (as amara had learned) couldn’t keep himself from facetiming the whole french national team just to keep them up with the happenings. it didn’t ring long before several faces started to pop up on the screen of presnel’s phone.

“MES FRÈRES, NOTRE BÉBÉ A ENFIN UNE COPINE!” presnel announced excitingly, waking everybody’s interest and capturing their attention. — my brothers, our baby finally has a girlfriend

“ATTEND, KYLIAN A KEN AVEC UNE MEUF?” antoine retorted confusingly, probably speaking out loud what the other members of the french team were thinking. instead of answering, presnel just shoved the phone in amara’s face who smiled awkwardly. “EH, MAIS C’EST AMARA IMANI.” — wait, kylian bagged someone?

— eh, but that’s amara imani

there was a shockwave growing through the participants of the call, all too stunned to speak.

“where is amara? i wanna see her too,” a little voice said in the background and a girl showed up next to antoine which amara assumed was his daughter. she waved shyly at the screen, causing even more chaos.

"KYKY SORT AVEC AMARA IMANI! Comment il a réussi avec sa grosse tête de tortue?” paul exclaimed amusingly as amara laughed too, nearly choking. — kylian is going out with amara imani! how did he manage that with his big head of a turtle?

“QUI S'INTÉRESSE QUELLE TÊTE IL A? IL A PÉCHO AMARA IMANI!” ousmane disregarded his friend’s comment quickly and looked at amara who had taken pleasure in watching the team react to the news. “can i have tickets for your next tour? the last one was sold out way too quick before i even had a chance." — who cares what head he has? he pulled amara imani!

“kylian, if you don't bring her to the next team event, don't even bother showing up.” aurelien threatened jokingly.

amara nudged him slightly to catch his attention. “your friends are funny. i didn’t know they were such big fans of me.”

he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “i told you, they were going to love you.”

“AMARA, JE T’AIME. JE T’AI TOUJOURS SUPPORTER, MÈME QUAND TON EX DE MERDE RACONTAIS DE CONNERIES SUR TOI!” jules then yelled over the phone making amara’s heart even warmer. — amara, i love you. i’ve always supported you even when that shitty ex was saying bullshit about you.

“je suis tellement ravie de faire connaissance avec vous et ça me tient à cœur que vous êtes de si gros supporter.” amara told them happily, genuinely touched by their warm welcome. — it’s been a pleasure getting to meet you and I’m touched that you’re such big fans of me.

kylian, who had finished changing and had finally dressed up, placed himself next to amara, his hand instantly wrapping around her waist. he placed a few soft kisses on her neck which sent tickles down her entire spine.

“stop that,” she muttered under her breath, smiling as she tried to hold kylian’s head away from her neck though that turned out to be very complicated as he had his arms wrapped around her waist.

“fine,” he replied, his lips pressed to a pout. taking a bit pity on him, she turned his head, pressing a soft peck on his lips.

“heh, il y’a des enfants ici.” yelled presnel and neymar amusingly put his hands over marco’s eyes while the couple separated quickly making everybody present laugh. — hey, there are children there

“j’ai toujours cru que le vrai amour de kylian, c’est le foot honnêtement.” paul revealed jokingly. “c’était la seule chose qu’il faisait.” — i always thought football was kylian’s true love — it’s the only thing he ever talked about

“bah apparemment, tout ce qu’il faut faire c’est ressemble à un ninja turtle pour draguer des meufs célèbre.” jules replied in the same tone as paul and amara wasn’t able to retain her giggle watching kylian’s face scrunch up. — apparently all you need for famous girls to come after you is to resemble a ninja turtle

“vous êtes chiante,” the french international striker pouted again, wanting to hide his face in amara’s neck again but she pushed him off. — you’re all pain in the asses

the entire team erupted in laughter, taking joy in watching his demise and him being all embarrassed. but of course they all meant it well. and amara understood quickly that they were a bunch of adults with the mindset of children, wondering truly how their coach was able to keep up with them.

“soo… how long have you two been dating?” aurelien asked them curiously, amara and kylian exchanging some looks.

“we’ve known each other for about seven to eight months but we started seeing each other a month and a half ago and have been officially dating for two weeks.” replied amara.

“si ça dépendait de moi, on devrait sortir ensemble pour sept mois maintenant.” kylian threw in jokingly. — if it were up to me we’d be dating for seven months now

“donc tu la fais attendre un peu?” presnel inquired, mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as amara nodded proudly. “ça va le gars, il est complètement parti. un vrai simp.” — so you made him wait for a while? — guys, it’s official. he’s completely gone, a true simp

“wesh, ta gueule,” kylian retorted sassily, blushing slightly. — shut up

“est-ce que kylian t’embêtes de fois avec tout son bavardage de foot?” jules asked next. — does kylian annoy you sometimes with his constant talk about football

amara nodded swiftly, a loud sigh following. “yes he does. il y a des fois où je suis fatiguée et je veux seulement rentrer me coucher mais monsieur a décidé de mettre un match. et il commente toujours à côté.” amara complained. “but i love that about him.” — there are times where I’m just tired and all i want to do is sleep but mister here decided to put on match. and he always comments on it on the side

“you can never stay mad at me,” kylian whispered seductively into her ear and amara hummed, the two losing themselves in their own world again.

“eh, les amoureux on a pas encore fini.” presnel reminded them loudly. — hey lovebirds, we haven’t finished yet.

“j'espère que tu lui a appris quelques pas de danse parce que ton copain est tellement nul en danse…” paul trailed off making amara laugh. — i hope you taught some dance moves because your boyfriend is so bad at dancing…

kind of embarrassed, she admitted shyly. “ce même lui qui m’a appris à danser le slow. donc je peux te rassurer.” — actually, it’s him who taught me how to dance a slow so I can reassure you he definitely got better

“you don’t have to be embarrassed amara. we have tons of embarrassing stories about kylian. like one time” ousmane trailed off, thinking of the best example. his face brightened up immediately. “LE GARS, VOUS VOUS RAPPELER QUAND KYLIAN NOUS A FORCER À ÉCOUTER TOUS SES CHANSONS?” he yelled excitingly. — guys remember when kylian forced us to listen to all her songs

“ah oui, on se réveillait avec ta voix et on s’endormait avec ta voix.” — yes, we always woke up with her voice and fell asleep to her voice

“t’as toujours était son crush célébrité. donc on a rien dit quand il nous forçait à écouter tes chansons.” antoine explained to her and amara looked at kylian who tried to hide his embarrassment. — you’ve always been his celebrity crush. so we never said anything when he forced us to listen to your songs

“hey, don’t be shy. i find it adorable that you had a crush on me.” she replied sweetly. “that’ll be great leverage in the future.”

they started wooing, leaving some teasing side marks that guaranteedly boosted his ego. as if it needed any more growing.

“well, i have a question.” said antoine, already looking forward to teasing his teammate. “est-ce que kylian a aussi d’endurance au lit qu’au terrain?” — does kylian have as much stamina in bed as on the field?

nearly choking on his saliva, amara patted kylian’s back hard and reached for his water bottle so he could calm down.

“how do you answer that question?” amara inquired slowly.

“bah, nous on veut savoir comment est il est au lit. est-ce qu’il se vente des ses talents comme il l’aime faire souvent ou c’est vrai?” ousmane inquired. — well we want to know how he is in bed. does he exaggerate about his talents like he often does or is it true?

“i…” she looked at her boyfriend for some help but he just smirked, pointing at the screen where his friends / teammates were all looking for an answer. “oh my god, i don’t know how to answer that.”

“it’s a simple yes or no question.”

she sighed, glaring at kylian for leaving her in this situation before answering, “well, we’re fine off the pitch. ça ne manque de riens.” — we’re not missing anything

“eh mais attends. donc c’était toi qui lui a sucée le cou quand il est arrivé à l'entraînement avec un grand suçon?” presnel exclaimed shockingly. — wait a minute, so it was you who sucked his neck when he arrived at training with that huge hickey?

she shrugged dismissively. “je viens de dire que rien nous manque au lit.” she retorted sassily, sending them a playful wink that made his teammates yell again while kylian pulled her closer to him. — i just told you, we’re not missing anything

“kylian t’a intérêt à ne pas la perdre.” antoine threatened him lightly. — kylian, you better not lose her

“don’t worry, i don’t plan on doing so.”

it was loud and crowded in the club. even though neymar had rented the vip space for them, they were still able to feel the excitement and atmosphere of the crowd downstairs. the music was good though and amara found herself enjoying the mix the dj had put on as she watched the people dance.

the initial thought had actually been to go home but the team decided to go out and celebrate together after such a hard-fought victory where they had played beautifully for the first time in a long time. after the call amara had wanted to go home but when the team had invited her to tag alone to celebrate their victory and also get to know the others (such as the wags) she had accepted immediately, wanting to be integrated as quickly as possible.

they had gone home quickly to change before joining the squad outside of some fancy parisian club that they had apparently frequented very often and were fond of. amara had traded the red-blue jersey kylian had gifted her for a simple gray silk dress that sparkled in the light with every step that she took. how they had managed to escape the paparazzis, she’d never know. but she looked pretty so actually she wouldn’t mind being photographed right now.

kylian had immediately complimented her when she had come out of her bedroom, sporting the gray dress with her red hair tied up in a high ponytail. he was in awe of how she let the most simplistic things look beautiful, even when she put minimal effort into it. the entire night his eyes had not left her even when he was talking to one of his friends, his eyes had not left his girlfriend which amused his friends greatly.

he was also very happy of how well she got along with the other girlfriends and wives. he knew her friendship circle wasn’t very big and the only real friends she actually had were liyah and grace (where she always assured him that they were enough) but yet she was willing to put herself out there and make new contacts. perhaps he hadn’t given her enough credit when she had announced to him that she was coming back.

with the excuse of wanting to get himself another drink he was able to leave the conversation and rejoin his girlfriend that was waiting at the bar for her own drink. he surprised her from behind, putting his hands around her neck which startled amara at first but she relaxed quickly once seeing that it was kylian.

“t’es tellement belle,” kylian whispered in her ear, intertwining their fingers and amara leaned into his body. “i hope you’re having fun.” — you’re so beautiful

she nodded, taking a sip from her drink that had just arrived. “merci mon cœur.” she replied softly. “and i am having fun. jessica and sarah are sooo nice.” she replied, pointing to the two women who sat a bit away from the dance floor and were talking. “we have even planned some shopping dates already.”

“that’s amazing ma belle.”

the two stayed in their own bubble for a while, the comfort of the other being enough. amara had never truly realized how safe kylian made her feel especially when they were somewhere that was out of her comfort zone. he made sure she felt welcomed, safe. he didn’t abandon her like she was used to when she was dating evan and hung out with some influencer barbies.

talking with his teammates had also shown her what kind of supporting system kylian had, which she found was a privilege. talking from experience, she knew exactly how hard it could be when you were left all alone without any kind of support and how hard it would be in some difficult situations. and the french national team had immediately accepted her, welcomed her the moment she had introduced herself as kylian’s girlfriend.

truthfully, that she was someone’s girlfriend again felt a bit weird to her in the beginning. after finally learning to be alone, she was again someone’s girl. but this time she had said because she wanted to and not because someone had coerced her into accepting. and the way kylian had asked her whether she wanted to take another step. so calm, patient and genuine — she’d have been a fool to say no.

“do you get flashbacks?” she asked him, her eyes traveling across the club. “from the first time we met?”

“a bit. just that it wasn’t a club and you’re not as drunk as you were that night.” he laughed.

the two seemed inseparable with their bond evident to everyone around them. they didn’t even go back to their friends they had left with the excuse to get a drink. instead they stayed at the bar, laughing and talking while watching the people around them. only when the tones of dadju’s bébé came out from the speakers did the two leave their places to join the dance floor. kylian less willingly but then again he would do anything to see her smile.

as they swayed to the rhythm of the song, the rest of the the group couldn’t help but be marveled by how much in love they actually were.

“look at them,” presnel said to the group, pointing to the couple dancing to the song. “one could think they’ve been dating for a year. there’s no way they’ve been dating for only a month.” he exclaimed, the group watching as kylian muttered something into her ear and amara threw her head back laughing.

“wouldn’t be surprised if kylian got down on his knee right now,” marco added, grinning widely, “just watching them is enough to make someone sick. they’re acting like a couple on their honeymoon.”

“well, she was his celebrity crush,” neymar added, matching marco’s expression. “our boy has game. he’s definitely head over heels for her.”

“and she is for him.” sarah chimed in, taking place next to her husband.

the group watched with fond smiles as the couple danced on the dance floor. they probably didn’t even notice people staring at her, that much they were caught in their own world. they stared into each other's eyes, smiling as they swayed to the music. the song they had originally got up for had finished long ago but the two couldn’t bring themselves to sit down again. except quick drinking pauses (that mostly consisted of amara ordering a drink while kylian announced himself as the dd) their feet were glued to the crowd. and in addition to that,

as the night wore on, the number of drinks amara had downed became higher too. luckily for her, this time she wasn’t an emotional drunk but more like a fun and energetic drunk. she would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy kylian whispering sweet things into her ear the entire night or dancing with her new friends the moment the dj put on some quicker music.

knowing his girlfriend was tired though after some time, he made his way over to her, pulling her closer as he inhaled her scent.

“we should go home now, don’t you think?” kylian muttered softly into her ear. “tu n’arrives même plus à tenir,” he laughed, watching his girlfriend’s drunken state. — you can’t even stand properly anymore

“but my new friends… i haven’t finished dancing with them yet.” she pouted. “sarah was telling me a story.” she slurred him drunkenly.

“je te promets que sarah va venir demain pour te raconter le reste de l’histoire,” he tried to compromise, already bidding goodbye to the group who had immediately understood after seeing amara’s state. and they weren’t the only ones. marco and jessica had also already left, jessica having drunk just as much as marco. — i promise you sarah is coming tomorrow to tell you the rest of the story.

wearing a grumpy expression, she intertwined her hands and followed kylian outside, who had already called his driver. as kylian led amara to the car where his chauffeur was waiting for them he couldn’t help but reminisce about the night they had met for the first time. it felt nostalgic remembering how similar this situation was to how they first met. only difference was that this time, instead of nearly falling asleep, amara was full of energy, happily skipping around as they marched towards the car.

as they settled into the car, amara’s head rested on kylian’s shoulder, her gaze wandering out the window into the city lights that blurred past. his eyes were filled with love, watching her snuggle against him.

“you remember that night?” amara’s voice broke the silence, her words slightly slurred yet laced with fondness. "when you saved me from probably being kidnapped even though i was such a bitch to you. and now we’re here again.”

he nodded, pressing a gentle kiss on her temple. “i had to google myself to prove to you that i didn’t have any bad intentions. and you were so sarcastic that night.”

“well, it’s a good thing that you’re so stubborn,” she replied cheekily. “imagine if you had actually walked away.”

“i probably wouldn’t have been able to do this,” he leaned in and softly pecked her lips.

as they arrived at amara’s place, kylian carefully helped her out of the car, he walked her through the door as her laughter echoed in the night air, not able to stop himself from falling for her all over again. walking through the gate, they continued their playful banter and inside jokes, kylian enjoying her funny drunk-self.

the only moment where silence was present was when the couple found themselves in the elevator, standing face to face. that was also where the alcohol truly kicked in, not only for amara but also for kylian. before they even knew, the couple was making out, and only stopped when the elevator rang, signaling them that they had finally arrived at her apartment.

she stumbled through the room, her words slurred and laughter infectious as she entertained him with drunken anecdotes and witty remarks. while amara told kylian a drunken story about her first time on tour, the french striker helped the singer change into her pajama and carefully tried to do her skincare. (and kylian will forever brag to anyone who’ll hear that he perfectly applied moisturizer and toner.)

it would probably count as one of kylian’s biggest achievements that he managed to not only put a drunken woman to bed but also have her occupied enough that she didn’t recognize that he had left to change himself. he slipped secretly into her bed, getting comfortable next to her as amara cuddled into his chest continuing her rambling about god and the world while kylian found his comfort just listening to her.

all of sudden, a brilliant idea struck her as she listened to kylian’s heartbeat.

“omg kylian i have an idea for a song!” she exclaimed loudly, giggling. “quick, i need paper, please. avant que ça ne quitte ma tête.” — before it slips away from my head

her boyfriend chuckled affectionately, a wide smile plastered across his lips as he stood up to get her some paper. for some people it would seem stupid to listen to a drunk person but she could ask him to do the most dumb thing ever and he'd do it as long as it puts a smile on her face. that was love — sacrificing yourself in the most stupid ways just to see a smile on your partner’s face.

he hurriedly fetched a notepad and pen which she grabbed from him and even though she lacked any other surface to put the paper on, she started scribbling the lyrics on the paper.

“so you’re just going to write a song now.”

“yes.”

“in your state?”

“yep.”

the room filled with a poignant silence as she wrote the lyrics to the song. in the end it turned out to be a process of not only her but also kylian. he gave advice and listened to her while she sang some of the verses to him she was insecure about or when she didn’t find a word that fit enough to describe a feeling. he felt a profound sense of admiration and love for her as he watched her work.

finding comfort in his warmth that his body extended to hers, she looked him deeply into the eyes, staring behind his pupils and into his soul. "well, you know you kind of own my heart. you’re actually the king of my heart."

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani mon amour, je t’aime — my third studio album, i spent hours and hours trying to be the best version of myself to not only give you my most proudest work but also to make myself proud. this album is the result of love, passion and devotion, endless love that i received and that fueled me to write this album. thank you to my fans, who stood by me during the highs and lows — this album is also for you

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liyah.clark YOU OUTDID YOURSELF, it’s so much better than what i could have imagined, i’m crying happy tears 🫶🏾

graceywood this was all you, you put everything into this album and it paid off so much, it’s beautiful and i couldn’t have been prouder to be your agent

beyoncé this album is an entire masterpiece, very happy that i was able to be a part of this

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spnangelbang · 11 months

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“The Law of Entanglement” - Thursday, July 13

Author: AngelEyz4ever ( @angeleyz4ever ) Artist: Anyrei ( @anyreiart) Rating: Explicit Featured characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Amara Featured relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy (Background) Length: 45,000 words Tags: Finale fix-it, Soulmate, Canon typical violence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dadstiel

Summary: Sam believes the Profound Bond between Dean and Cas is the same as The Law of Entanglement.

Therefore, he believes, when two particles, his brother’s soul and Castiel’s grace, become entangled, they remain joined even when separated by vast distances. If he’s right, even with Cas gone, the bond is still connecting them, and it’s slowly killing Dean.

Unbeknownst to Sam, others believe it as well.

Now, with everything on the line, the bond will be put to the test in ways universal laws have never considered. Will their Profound bond hold or will the fates win in the end.

Excerpt:

“I cannot handle their pain any longer.” The thoughts coming to her are loud in her mind.

“We are almost done with everything you have set out to do. Should we stop?”

“No, but we need to hurry. If he continues as he has been, he will only have one future left. We are running out of time.” She reaches out with her mind to share what her young companion can see.

“What of your declaration of being hands-off Jack? The plan itself stays within those guidelines. Well, mostly. Do you want to change your decision now?” She questions.

“I cannot let him die before he even has a chance at life, Amara. Plus, technically, it falls under fixing Chuck’s messes. He was the one who brought them into existence.” She smiles, picturing his serious face so much like his seraph father.

“I believe your dads would call that ‘splitting hairs’, would he not?” Fondness appears in her thoughts as she teases.

“The issue is, I’m not even sure he will last long enough to make it to the barn.” Knowing what is coming for someone she was once so connected to sobers her.

“Then I believe we will need to up our deadline, nephew. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes. It’s the way it should have been had it not been for Lucifer. It is what my father had seen, and honestly, I miss them.” His sadness making its way through their connection.

“Then let’s finish this!”

#spnangelbang #spnangelbang promos #author: AngelEyz4ever #artist: anyrei #destiel fic #destiel art

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rhosgobelbun · 2 years

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A couple of samdean/wincest fics that I love love LOVED a lot. Most of them are sam-centered, enjoy ☺️

** = GOAT

Absolute Zero by pixymisa, selecasharp

Word count: 75k

Summary:

Heaven is closed, and after Sam's sacrifice, so is Hell. Crowley is missing, Abaddon is raising Hell on Earth, and Sam and Dean are lost, trapped in a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, where Sam can’t wake up but also can’t die, and nothing Dean does can help. To find them, Castiel will do whatever it takes, including agreeing to become the vessel to the only angel willing to answer. And that's only the beginning...

Autumn Closing In by non_tiembo_mala**

Word count: 25k

Summary:

Dean didn’t dare to dream he’d walk away from Amara in one piece, and now that he has, he’s ready to call it quits where hunting is concerned. No more danger, no more saying goodbye to his brother. Just him and Sam settled down somewhere. Safe.

But when he returns to the bunker, things are not how he left them. Sam has been shot, and after Dean takes care of the people responsible, he and Cas are left to deal with the consequences. The bullet in Sam’s shoulder is enchanted, and the only way they can break the spell is using complicated, soul-powered magic that will have long lasting side-effects.

Amnesia by orphan_account

Word count: 20k

Summary:

On their way back from a particularly brutal hunt, Dean realizes that Sam has caught amnesia somewhere along the way. He doesn't remember who they are to each other, or what they do. So when he starts treating Dean like a really hot guy that's being incredibly sweet, Dean has two choices: He can try to tell his little brother the truth, or......

Touch by BruisedBloodyBroken

Word count: 142k

Summary:

Hunting is, what Dean Winchester does. And so, he ends up with his surrogate father in a small town called Croatoan, to investigate devious killings, which may or may not are connected to demons. Well, it turns out, it's definitely not a run-from-the-mill-monster they will be finghting this time ...

In the town's one and only diner, they meet Sam - Samuel Mills - who may, or may not is connected to the murders.

When Sam sees the two of them die in a forecasting, he takes desperate measures to save them ...

... and ends up on hell's and heaven's most-wanted-list.

(Sam got a little weird to me in ch 48 so I didn't finish it but!!! I loved such a big chunk that its still one of my favorites!!)

What It Takes by CrimzonChyld**

Word count: 101k

Summary:

What does it take to break you? What does it take to save you?

Takes place in Season 2, after John dies, before cold oaks.

Rape/Non-con, hurt/comfort

(heed the warning because it does go into graphic detail. Im reccing it because I really did like the characterization and samdeans relationship, if you're ok with non-con it's SO worth the read even though it's been incomplete for close to 10 years now)

All The Ways by TwoBoys2Love

Word count: 62k

Summary:

Sam and Dean Winchester grew up in an entirely different world. When the boys were very young their mother was killed by Creepers - or as we might know them, Zombies. Sam and Dean were raised on the road as killers and hunters. Then one day, when Sam admits he has an interest in meeting other people Dean must face the possibility of a future without his brother.

Secrets and the Scent of Jasmine by sijglind

Unrelated!wincest/underage

Word count: 25k

Summary:

Sam is eleven when Mary dies.

He's thirteen when he tries on one of her dresses for the first time.

And he's fifteen when Dean shows up to complicate his life.

'Well, hello there, gorgeous.' Dean smirks and gives Sam a shameless once-over, and Sam hopes he hasn't been staring too much, because that would just be awkward. But then he remembers that he just ran into the kitchen counter and barely avoided smacking his head into a cupboard doing so. It's a miracle he hasn't scared Dean away yet.

Change My Life Again by orphan_account

Word count: 115k

Summary:

Season 8. All Sam wants to do is take a tiny break for his brother's birthday, but a case that Dean refuses to pass up and a run-in with a cursed sword sends the Winchesters Quantum Leap-ing through other people's lives. Sam just wants to get back to their own bodies. Dean bets Sam Beckett had a much easier time of it.

(Everything I Do) I Do it For You by orphan_account**

Word count: 33k

Summary:

Struggling to find their feet, regain their equilibrium and reconnect following Sam's re-soulling and the subsequent rekindling of their "relationship", Sam and Dean decide taking on a simple case is the best way to ease themselves back into things.

So when the peers of a recently reported missing teenager start turning up dead under strange circumstances, they decide it's exactly the sort of case they need. Probably nothing more than a straight-forward salt n burn, right?

Only...

Only they're not the only hunters on the case. And the other hunter they meet... well, while Sam and Dean have no clue about him, he sure seems to know a whole lot about them...

Welcome home by Fallenky**

Word count: 12k

Summary:

Say what you will about Dean Winchester, he makes a strong first impression. The hunters of the bunker don't know what to make of the strange man and the even stranger relationship with his brother when Dean shows up after being possessed by Micahel.

New added fic: Lost & Found by LoveThemWinchesters**

!Samdean NOT Wincest!

Word count: 79k

Summary:

Just weeks ago, John Winchester was killed by the elusive yellow-eyed demon. Before smoking out of its meatsuit, the creature said some things to Dean, things that went against everything the young hunter has ever known. But all demons lie, right? Dean barely remembers its words as the devastation of losing his father consumes him.

Since the elder Winchester's death, Dean has been on a downward spiral. He continues to hunt—the only solid thing he has left in his life—but mixing booze with the job isn't one of the best choices he's ever made. The morning after a hunt-gone-wrong with a werewolf, he receives an unexpected letter. What he finds at the other end of it is about to prove that not all demons lie. – Alternate Universe // Dean is 26. Sam is 22.

*** THIS CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE. ***

#spn #supernatural #samdean fic recs #samdean #wincest fic rec #wincest fic recs #wincest #sam winchester #dean winchester #samdean fic rec #reblogging causes i added a fic

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httpknjoon · 1 year

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question for mc and jin:

starting with the most obvious one: will you guys ever say if you’re dating or not?

does it bother you that people constantly assume the nature of your relation?

is it weird to do kissing scenes when people assume you’re together?

💓💓🙈🙈

note | thank you for sending these questions, anon! feel free to send more questions to my ask! i'm sorry for the errors. i'm using my phone rn for posting. hope u enjoy reading <3

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For the first question, you and Jin glanced at each other for a quick second. As if you two are silently deciding who to answer first. Then, you nodded at Jin.

"Many people know that I'm a really private person. I don't really like my relationships to be used as some form of entertainment for the public." Jin answered, sounding serious.

Then, you smiled at the camera, "Me? I don't think I'll ever admit anything. I love the attention this dating rumor giving me. I'm a total attention seeker."

It was an obvious joke as you used your exaggerated tone. Jin high-pitched laugh echoed.

After reading the second question, you answered first,

"At first, it did made me think why are we getting so much love from everyone. I never had such experience before. I probably heard about Jin for like a year or two before we worked for Cornelia Street. Then, after the movie, we gained like more supporters. Everyone is telling us that we got great chemistry. So, I got used to it and–"

"Got used to it?!" Jin repeated like he was so offended.

"Yeah. I got used to it. So that's why it don't really bother me now anymore." you concluded.

"What do you mean got used to it? Don't you feel our chemistry?!" he asked and you finally realized why he was acting so offended.

You giggled, "Of course, of course! I felt it since the beginning. Our first screen test was fucking amazing."

"I know!" Jin exclaimed, making you laugh. "And to answer that question, no. It doesn't bother me."

Hearing the last question, you giggled and Jin replied the first thing he thought,

"For me, no. I mean, it's part of our job as actors. Plus, we all know we did more than kissing. We also—"

"What the fuck, Jin?!?" You eyes were wide open as you cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

He turned to you, eyebrows raised, "What?!"

"YOU'RE PHRASING COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER!" you told him, sounding alarmed.

"Why—" Jin paused when he realized what he said. "Oh my god! That's not what I meant! I meant in our movies—"

Blood rushes up to his head. His ears and cheeks were all warm and red. And all you can do is to facepalm yourself. You were shaking your head as you sighed,

"Jeez, Jin."

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Edgy oc ask game: 7,9,20 for my love Amara

Hi! E ❤️

Hehehe for Our Lovely Amara!

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Mmmmh... Amara has changed little by little. But I would say it changed her job. In the beginning she was gonna be a Barista, or she would own a bar inherited from her father. But then I thought that maybe that was too basic. She needed a more interesting Job. And then it's when I had the crazy idea of making her a stripper. I wanted to break taboos and to get myself out of my comfort zone.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your oc?

I do! I found a really specific quote that it immediately reminded me of Amara and her story with Sparrow.

I don't want to talk a lot about it, because it can be a spoiler about the next chapters of her love story with Hannah. Let's say Amara has a really specific rule when it comes to love, and it's "never sleep with a soldier."

And I'm gonna leave it there. Hahahaha!

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Mmmhh Amara isn't the type of woman that gets jealous, she's not insecure about her relationship and she really trusts Sparrow.

But she's really good at detecting when a woman is flirting with Hannah.

Usually Sparrow doesn't realise when someone is flirting with her, or maybe she doesn't know how to respond or act in front of a situation like that. She just freezes there and doesn't know what to do.

When that happens she usually stares in the distance at the woman who is flirting with her gf. Like a hawk observing its prey. But she does nothing, just waits and sees if Sparrow can get out of that situation all by herself. But if that girl is getting really pushy and overstepping those boundaries. Like getting really touchy or insistent, and making Hannah uncomfortable after she said "no" or "No thanks I have a girlfriend". She just needs a quick glance from Hannah to get in the middle.

Amara would stand up, pretty annoyed because "you kept messing with my girl even after she said no." And she would pull out her cocky card. Exaggerating the flirting, completely ignoring the other. Like:

"Oh babyyy~ it's really boring here, we should go home and do something more interesting~"

Wrapping her arms around Sparrow's neck, kissing her cheek and making sure of leaving lipstick stain, making Hannah hold her waist... Just marking territory.

Usually Hannah feels more confident with Amara around and she follows Amara in the conversation.

BUT! If the other girl doesn't take the hint and gets aggressive or bitchy like: "move bitch I found her first."

Amara would get really pissed, and even aggressive. Wrapping her hair in a bun, taking off her earrings and making sure her rings are on her fingers.

"One last chance to get out of here with all you teeth girl"

"or what bitch?"

Ohohohoho, if that happens Amara won't be afraid of jumping on her and starting a fight. I'm sure Hannah had to pick up Amara from her waist and drag her out of the place before it gets worse. Hahahaha.

"put me down Han! I'm gonna show her what happens when you mess with the wrong bitch!"

"yeah yeah. I don't want my heroine to get in more trouble."

Hahahaha I just love Amara so much.

Thank you so much for the Ask E! 💖 I enjoyed this hahaha!

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explaining the plots of each season of spn to my friends who haven’t watched it when i haven’t rewatched it in like four years is so funny. here’s my best summary with only minimal googling. i think my bias is kinda obvious so any dean or cas fans that want to add stuff or just generally anyone who wants to correct me can.

one: “dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

two: oh shit dad is DEAD and his final words were that sam is a monster that dean might have to kill some day. sam also has powers from a demon sneaking into his childhood bedroom and bleeding into his mouth. this is talked about by said demon by saying that mary had to die bc “she *walked in* on us” bc sam literally can’t escape being a victim of assault. sam goes to a place where he thinks he’ll meet others with powers like him but instead is forced to fight in a battle royale and dies in dean’s arms about it. dean cannot let this slide (clinically).

three: dean sold his soul for sam and now has to deal with the consequences and he wants nothing more than to spend the literal last year of his life fighting monsters with his brother. no big finale celebrations, no endless indulgence, just. the way he’s always lived. it’s also fucking great bc we get to see so much development of sam and dean’s relationship to each other bc of their circumstances.

four: dean’s back (cas “gripped him right and raised him from perdition”) and hey the christian god exists and also the apocalypse is coming also angels have literally engineered sam and dean’s births to be the vessels of the leaders of the two sides of the oncoming war.

five: the literal actual apocalypse. don’t worry about the fact that the world ends like four times later.

six: soulless sam baybeeeee

seven: haha dick also sam is experiencing violent flashbacks to his time in the cage with lucifer.

eight: dean is a dick and also the trials of heaven and “there’s is nothing past or present that i would put in front of you” and sam confessing in a church that his greatest sin was not killing people, not stopping heaven’s plans, but leaving dean when he thought he was dead. and dean, by stopping sam from killing himself, condemns every angel in heaven. insane ass show.

nine: gadreel awfulness (thanks again dean 😒) beginning of mark of cain story

10: demon dean (the ppl who ship demon dean x boyking of hell sam are so correct) also the mark of cain

11: amara????? maybe???

12: how the fuck is lucifer back AGAIN

13: JACK!!!!! Nothing Else Happens :)

14-15: gun to my head i could not tell you anything except that one scene in season 14 when cas and sam have milkshakes.

#sam and dean #The Show™

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scentedflowersong · 1 year

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A Swen's Guide to the Into the Story-Verse Alternate Realities

Ladies and, in a broader sense, gentlemen, as December begins, we’re back with another entry to our humble guide, where we go through the alternate realities presented in the Into the Story-Verse fic - the last (for the time being) part of the Swan-Mills saga by the brilliant @swanqueeneverafter

And our regular readers will know which reality are we gonna discuss this week...

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Code name: Gamma Reality

First entered: by Will Scarlet in chapter 11

Set: Wonderland (with flashes of Victorian England, the Enchanted Forest, and Agrabah), past till present-ish (it’s complicated this time, okay?)

Fixed by: true love’s kisses - first between Will and Anastasia, second between Alice and Cyrus - both in chapter 47

Unfinished business: for Will - not giving up on Anastasia, for Alice - saving her brother (partly from himself)

Gamma reality is the longest-running alternate reality of all of the six realities portrayed in ITSV. Much like Beta Reality, Gamma influences our reality greatly, and even intertwines with it.

We follow the story of the Scarlet siblings from Alice’s pitiful childhood spent in an asylum where her own father puts her after she returns from Wonderland. That’s where Will finds Alice when he enters this reality and with the help of the White Rabbit rescues her.

The driving force behind Gamma Reality is Jafar, who chooses this reality because it’s where Cyrus - the genie he needs the most hides. Cyrus, who as it turns out, Gamma Realty’s Alice fell in love with in the past. Cyrus, who at the same time he’s in Jafar’s cell in Wonderland’s past is kept locked in Hengist’s fortress and being searched for by his mother in our reality. Toldya, it’s... complicated.

As Jafar seeks to force Alice into using her three wishes so he could become Cyrus’s new master, Anastasia, or rather the Red Queen, works with him, because she wants to break the laws of magic and return back in time to change her fate as every other ‘evil queen’.

The ‘problem’ is, Anastasia may be a heartless bitch, but she still loves Will, and so the two love stories run next to one another, one almost naive - Alice and Cyrus, the other heartbreakingly bittersweet - Will and Anastasia. All the time Jafar tries to become Cyrus’s master and everyone else tries to stop Jafar for good.

Alice’s wishes are actually when the twisty turny timey wimey business comes in, because Alice wishes Cyrus, his mother, and the White Rabbit into our reality, and since they’re not human, the change of reality doesn’t affect their sense of self, they can use being in the ‘future’ to their advantage.

Jafar ultimately ends up being turned into a genie himself after Amara returns the magical water to the Well of Wonders. However, before that, he managed to kill Anastasia - nothing a true love’s kiss wouldn’t fix though.

Let’s also not forget the powerful parallels of the father/son relationships of Jafar and Sultan and Will and Edwin.

And so, we leave the reality after Alice and Cyrus’ wedding, beautifully paralleled in our reality’s long-awaited wedding of Robyn and Alice.

SQ storyline

Like the Alpha Reality, Gamma Reality gave us a glimpse of Emma and Regina’s story in this reality in the Epilogue, since the main storyline followed the Scarlet Siblings. Since this storyline hasn’t been commented on before (well, by me), let’s briefly go over it...

Princess Emma asks her father whether the rumours of the Evil Queen returning are true, Charming tells her not to worry - oh, Charming, fear was the latest thing on your daughter’s mind...

...instead of staying in the safety of the castle, the Princess follows the Evil Queen’s tracks to a village to hear the truth about how Snow defeated the Queen and also to not so subtly ogle her mother’s nemesis...

...and because lust-filled stares weren’t the only thing the two women exchanged, not long afterwards the Charmings find the Princess taking care of the Evil Queen, just not in the ‘killing’ sort of a way (even though it’s not called la petite mort for nothing, I suppose)...

...which they do in the last moment we see them - the Evil Queen and her Warrior Princess laying waste to Snow’s kingdom and happy ending...

...Emma also informs them that she’s joining Regina and they’ll soon take the kingdom back...

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Dean's farewell tour + avoiding Cas, Part 1

SPN 14x11, 14x12, 14x14:

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

When Dean has decided to "check out" of the fight in 14x11 Damaged Goods and 14x12 Prophet and Loss, we get a wonderful tale of leaning on your brother and mother to find strength to face your battles. Dean goes on a little farewell tour and starts to open up to friends and family, mustering up physical affection and attempting the important emotional conversations surrounding regrets/love that he's always wanted to communicate with them (outlined below).

Cas n' Jack, sidestepped:

But when Dean decides to throw himself into the ocean, he leaves out Cas and Jack. Why? Because, as he admits in 14x12, he can't afford to get "shaky:"

Sam, for all his emotional analytics, fails to recognize the gravity of this giant omission. Omission is admission. Cas and Jack are the things that would get Dean not to jump into the ocean. That's why Dean is avoiding them. Dean doesn't want to get emotional and change his mind. Sam, bless him, has a great deal of cognitive empathy, but he misses giant neon signs like this pretty often during the course of Supernatural. (Geez, I love that about him.)

Here, Sam is stuck in a childish arrested development. That is, he assumes Mary and Dean are mostly focused on Sam himself and thus Sam holds the most sway on family decision-making.

Sam often seems to lack a high degree of natural emotional empathy. He has to work at it. (I think Dean and Cas seem to connect more with other characters: they often showcase true emotional empathy and are typically a little more insightful. Soulless Jack aside, this is a trait Jack shares with Dean and Cas.)

Sam will miss the point when Cas tentatively suggests that he himself speak with Dean. With time ticking away, Sam'd rather have Cas on research duty, and that's not impractical, per se…

Next to Sam, Cas is THE guy for coming up with creative solutions, so Sam wants him looking for Sergei and angel-speed-reading through the Lore. The only time Sam breaks with wanting Cas on strategy will be in terminal SPN, in episode 15x17: "Just get home."

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At the end of 14x11, Dean will tell Sam that he's the last person he can be around, perhaps the even only person who can talk him out of this. This could be true. So why is Dean avoiding Cas then?

A) Cas holds more sway than Dean can admit to others, it's a sway he can barely even face.

B) Maybe Dean believes Cas can't talk him out if it, but Dean can't emotionally handle a big farewell without accidentally telling Cas...things. The last time Dean tried, there was a time pressure: Amara. Dean was able to safely deliver a neutral best friend-brothers-in-arms speech. This time, he fears it won't go that smoothly.

Now, he's either afraid he'll say too much to Cas...or too little. It's distinctiy different in character to the others. Dean even seems to get a little flustered in 14x12 when Cas calls him on the phone.

It’s a glaring tell.

///

Sam:

Previously, in 14x11, when Dean is processing his goodbye to Sam, he hugs him, something that immediately sets off Sam's spidey senses, as they're not a "huggy" family. Dean hugs Sam:

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Sam sounds the alarm to Mary (and presumably to Cas):

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Later in 14x12, Dean is able to drudge out his practices, heavy Big Goodbye speech to Sam, apologizing for their childhood and letting loose a lifetime of regrets. Indirectly, he's telling Sam he loves him. This is a pretty remarkable show of emotion, one that Dean will mirror with Mary during their cooking adventure.

Dean digs up his deepest emotions surrounding his history with Sam and opens up about them here:

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Donna:

In 14x11, with Mary and Donna, Dean is partially motivated to make use of the cabin, but he emotionally cannot resist including Donna is his goodbye tour.

They chat about relationships and kids over burgers.

Dean resists big emotional speeches with Donna. Despite her ditzy act, she's too astute.

But he is warm and physically affectionate--this is Dean's actual default when handling emotion he can actually bear to handle:

///

Mary and Cas next...

#dean and emotions #spn 14x11 #spn 14x12 #dean's farewell tour #my takes #my meta #spn scripts #spn fambly #tfw dynamics

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cialovesklopp · 9 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 -> 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆?

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — after the release of her latest album, amara imani has everyone questioning who she declared her love to

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @locedes @lorarri

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If you haven’t listened to amara imani’s newest album, “mon amour” yet, then truly … WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?

the so-called princess of pop and r&b came back nearly two years after her career and image took a major hit and released a whole new album, with more to come, to declare her undying love to her new beau.

even though the album is only a few days old, it has already climbed the charts and positioned itself on the top. after beyoncé, amara imani is the second black woman to have her entire album in the top of the charts after only a few days. and in addition to that, she broke the record of most streams in one day on spotify and apple music. it seems that everybody wants to be part of her new lovestory.

the nigerian singer wrote fourteen astonishing love ballads about love and the feeling of experiencing it and even added two more (streets, best part ft. h.e.r & daniel caesar) after the successful numbers of her album.

but the question we’ve all been asking ourselves is of course: WHO IS SHE DECLARING HER LOVE TO? we are truly dying to know who the new man is who was able to make amara imani write an entire love album for. after all, we can count on our hands how many songs ex-boyfriend evan henderson had gotten during their relationship (and not all of those were about positive things).

the singer has confirmed that there is a new man present in her life with posts, where the singer is seen with a love struck expression on her face as well as talking in about him on jimmy fallon about her new relationship but has not revealed his identity yet. imani was also spotted with a new ring on her finger, which must have certainly been a present from her new boyfriend but has not been seen with him yet in public.

but even without knowing who her new beau is, we can all be assured that he loves her if he was the inspiration for mon amour. after listening to pov and lover, i’m sure we can all agree that we all want to be loved like that.

whether amara imani has planned a world tour is unsure yet, after the events of her last one but one thing is undebatable — again, amara imani has exceeded our expectation with her love ballad album. we desperately hope to hear an announcement or confirmation soon, so we can all thank the man who made amara imani write such a beautiful masterpiece.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Hunteri Heroici: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

When you get to the roof, Sam looks over the edge of the building to see where the man must have landed. You're off to the side holding Joanna's hand since she is too heavy for you to carry right now. You look up and see Amara walking over to you from the crowd of people on the roof.

"I know your relationship with Castiel. Don't let him get too close to you. He's still an angel whether he wants to play as one or not. He will see that something is wrong here."

"So, you admit something is wrong here?" you ask out loud, not caring that anyone can hear you, and apparently, your husband and the angel did.

"No, I'm saying he will try to go looking for something that isn't here. What I'm doing is perfectly safe. You have nothing to worry about."

"You always say that. Please, find a new mantra," you roll your eyes.

"Who are you talking to?" Castiel asks when he walks over to you.

Before you can say anything, Dean answers for you.

"Amara. Like how Sam saw Lucifer."

"Are you serious?" Castiel asks, looking at you.

"It's fine, Castiel. I have it all under control."

You look to the right of you, and Amara isn't there anymore. She has a habit of disappearing whenever it's convenient for her. You're still not sure how to conjure her up on your own, so you have to rely on her for right now.

"This looks like suicide," Sam says, bringing everyone back on the matter at hand.

"It was. The guy left a note. He invested everything in Roman Industries and lost it all when they crashed and burned last year."

"So why did you call us?" Dean asks.

"Because I have two witnesses who swear that Madoff floated in mid-air for a good ten seconds, he looked down, and splat. Not sure I buy that, but the way they're talking, it sounds like something straight out of a cartoon. You said you wanted something weird."

"Thanks."

"She's right about this being right out of a cartoon. The whole heart jumping out of the guy's chest and the delayed fall sounds like Bugs Bunny."

"So, we're looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid? How do we kill it?" Castiel asks seriously.

"No, we don't, Cas. That's a character, like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck."

"They're little animated movies. You know, the coyote chases a roadrunner, and then the anvil gets dropped on his head," Dean laughs.

"Is it supposed to be funny?"

"No," Dean loses his smile. "It's hilarious."

"Come on, Castiel, we'll show you all kinds of cartoons back at the motel."

There is nothing left to do here except for more research, and you're not going to get that by standing on a roof. You have your dad's books, John's journal, and other books you've collected over the years from other hunters. Now that you know the pattern of the murders, you have an idea of what to look for.

When you get back to the motel, Castiel turns the TV on to some cartoons, and you set up the portable potty for Joanna. You really need her to start training, and you heard that watching cartoons helps for some reason. Once you got that set up, you sit Joanna up and let her go on her own terms--if she even is going to go.

"Okay, Jo, try and go potty for Mommy, okay. Can you do that?"

"Okay," she nods.

"Good girl," you smile.

You walk to the couch and sit down, laying back to give yourself a break. Castiel and Joanna laugh at the cartoons as if they're both little kids. Castiel didn't grow up with humans, so he finds pleasure in the small things like a child would. It's pure to watch and hear.

"I have no idea what we're hunting," Dean sighs. "Maybe it's a Tulpa. Maybe it's some crazy God who watched too much Robot Chicken. I mean, is there a link between the two guys?"

"Not that I can find."

"Alright, well, I'm gonna call it," Dean shuts the journal he was reading and looks at Castiel. "Cas, you gonna book a room or what?"

"No, I'll stay here."

"Oh, okay. Yeah. We'll have a slumber party and braid Sam's hair." You and Sam smile at his joke, but Castiel doesn't. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

"I don't sleep."

"Okay, well, I need my four hours."

"I'll watch over you."

Castiel doesn't seem to understand the problem that Dean is having, and it's kind of funny to watch.

"That's not gonna happen."

Suddenly, Castiel stands up and places his fingers at his temple as if he hears something you don't.

"Something's coming across the police band. A bank has been robbed. It sounds loony."

"Define loony."

"You mentioned anvils before, and I'm pretty sure someone was killed by one."

You groan at having to go out again, but you know it's necessary. You get up and walk over to Joanna who looks up at you.

"Did you go?"

"No, mama."

"Okay, we'll try later."

You lift her off the toilet and pack it away, making sure she is dressed as she was before. Your entire group heads to the bank to meet with Detective Glass who is already there. Dean is carrying Joanna inside, shielding her from what's inside the middle of the bank. There is an anvil on the ground, but someone has been crushed by it. There are guts and blood everywhere on the ground.

"That's loony, alright," Sam comments.

"Agents. I was just about to give you a ring," Detective Glass says as she greets you. "I have to ask, do you folks chase the crazy, or does the crazy chase you?"

"Depends on the day," you smile. "Who's the deceased?"

"A security guard. He called in reporting a robbery, but by the time we got here, he was dead."

"A robbery?"

"Looks like the 'Black Hole' was trying to jimmy open a safe-deposit box when the security guard found him. Well, you can see what happened."

"Black hole?"

"It's our name for a burglar that's been running us ragged. He's a pro. He leaves no fingerprints, never any sign of forced entry, and just a pair of those every time like he's signing his work." She points to the black hole that's been drawn on the wall. "Perp's never done anything like this before, though."

"Do you mind if I take a look at your files on those other break-ins?" Sam asks.

"No skin off my nose. I'm headed to the station now if you want a ride."

"Perfect."

Detective Glass and Sam head out of the bank while you, Dean, and Castiel stay inside the bank. The CSI unit is finished with their pictures, so as soon as you're alone, Dean turns to Castiel who is leaning on the counter.

"Can you lift this?"

Castiel moves to the anvil, gripping it easily and moving it to the side with no effort whatsoever. Just like you and Dean suspected, there is a black X is marked on the floor.

"X marks the spot. Well, whoever's doing this is playing by cartoon rules."

"Animation doesn't have rules."

"Sure it does. In Toontown, a pretty girl can make your heart leap out of your chest, anvils fall from the sky, and if you draw a door or a black hole on the wall, you can stroll right through it. The thief must have drawn that black hole and was able to get through it and escape it."

Castiel walks over to the black hole and touches it, but it's a solid wall.

"Then why isn't it working now?"

"I don't know. None of this makes much sense, but someone here is causing all of this to happen. I don't know about you, but Joanna needs to sleep, so I need to take her back to the motel now."

"We should all go. I'll text Sam."

You three leave and let Sam stay at the police station because he might find something over there. It's getting pretty late, so all you can think about is sleep. The building where the man committed suicide didn't have a working elevator, so you're tired from walking up all those stairs.

This motel has a separate room with beds, so you set up Joanna's toddler bed inside that room to keep her away from the noisy room. Dean and Castiel are talking in the main room, and you're tucking in Joanna.

"Tory time," she grins.

"Okay," you nod, trying to think of one. You grin at the first memory that pops into your head. "Once upon a time, your uncle, Sammy, met a girl named Becky. Now, Becky knew about your dad and me and about monsters because she read books about our lives. Well, she had the hugest crush on uncle Sammy. She wouldn't leave him alone until one day, he married her! It was so funny watching him be with her. He doesn't like her very much."

Joanna giggles and your heart sings in happiness.

"Uncle Sammy is okay now, but just know that you can hold this over his head anytime you want." You lean in and kiss her cheeks, standing up. "Go to sleep, my angel."

You turn off the light and gently close the door, beginning to pick up the toys that she scattered across the room. Dean is at the table using Sam's laptop while Castiel is sitting on the couch flipping through John's journal.

"Your father has beautiful handwriting."

"How are you feeling, Castiel?"

"I'm fine."

You look at Dean and silently tell him to pry further, and your husband clears his throat.

"What she means is that, when we got thrown out of Purgatory, it took a few weeks to feel normal again."

"I'm fine," the angel says again.

"Don't get me wrong. We're happy you're back; we're fucking thrilled. It's just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing always has one mother of a downside."

"So, what do you want me to do?" Castiel asks, closing the journal.

"Maybe take a trip upstairs and poke around to see if the God squad can't tell us how you got out."

"No."

"Look, Castiel, we don't like the angels as much as you do, but--"

"I said no!" he shouts a little too loudly.

"Be quiet! I just put Joanna down," you scowl.

"My apologies," he sighs.

You and Dean both head to Castiel and sit next to him, very concerned about him.

"Talk to us."

"Dean, Y/N, when I was... bad... and I had all those things, the leviathans, writhing inside me... I caused a lot of suffering on Earth, but I devastated Heaven. I vaporized thousands of my own kind, and I – I – I can't go back," he stutters emotionally.

"Are you scared the angles will kill you?" you ask softly.

"If I see what Heaven's become... what I made of it," he pauses and takes a deep breath, "I'm scared I might kill myself."

You grab Castiel's hand in comfort, but Sam comes in right before you had a chance to say something else.

"Hey, I got something." If Sam notices the tension in the room, he doesn't comment on it. Castiel takes his hand away from you, and just like that, he's back to ignoring the problem. "So, this black-hole guy, before he tried the bank, he robbed a house across from the park where Gary blew a gasket."

"Do you think the house heist and Gary's corpse are connected?" you ask and stay seated.

"According to the file, they happened at pretty much the exact same time. Check this out." Sam opens and spreads a big map on the table that has black X's marked in three clusters." Here's the house, and Gary died across the street here. The building from this morning is right here."

"What about the others?"

"Well, those are the places where stuff got stolen, but nobody died. Take away the graffiti, and these all look like just normal smash-and-grabs. I made a few phone calls and talked to some people who are nearby neighbors, and they reported a whole lot of crazy."

"Like what?" you ask.

"Like a jogger bumping his head and sprouting a four-inch lump. Or a kid walking into a wall and hearing birdies. Basically, for fifty yards around each robbery, people were living in a cartoon. It didn't last long, though, just for five or ten minutes at each place."

"That's about the length of time it would take a thief to get in and out."

"Exactly, but whatever power he's using, it's not targeted. I mean, it's kind of like an area of effect. Picture him in a bubble of weirdness, and anything that touches it gets daffy."

"So, this Animaniac can step through walls and can toss an anvil?"

"Yeah, but he's warping reality to do it. So, if someone happens to be nearby meeting the girl of his dreams, his heart makes a break for it. Right now, we're looking for a thief and the deposit box he was after. Now, the house, the office, and every place he's hit belong to someone living at the Sunset Fields retirement home."

"Our guy must be there," you comment.

"It's worth a shot."

"Alright. Well, let's gear up. It's wabbit season," Dean grins.

"I don't think you pronounced that correctly," Castiel.

"Let's go in the morning. I'm exhausted," you groan.

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kiss-my-freckle · 1 year

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Fans getting specific with each season of The Vampire Diaries, so I’m gonna let ya’ll know what I think of each season.

Elena sleeping in a coffin meant more focus to the Salvatore relationship. That said, I loved having Elena in a coffin during the time in which she was.

I loved the first four seasons just as they were. Should you read my master post on the sire bond once I get it finished, you’ll understand why I actually love that storyline for Delena. I loved Shane and the whole cure for vampirism storyline, so I’m good up to the end of season 4.

Season 5 is a problem for me. I didn’t give two shits about Silas, Amara, and Tessa. I hate Markos and the traveler storyline. I hate Katherine taking over Elena’s body because as far as I’m concerned... they played that one too many times, to the extent I felt it unoriginal and viewed it as downright lazy writing. Why come up with something new when you can just go with what you’ve already done, right?

The ONLY good thing about season 5, is Damon’s storyline with Enzo and Augustine and his spiral. This includes Damon being a ripper after being injected with the ripper virus. I absolutely love seeing him as a ripper. We saw Katherine’s power over Damon in season 2. Because that power shifted to Elena soon after, we had to see Elena’s power over Damon. That’s why I enjoyed watching him spiral. Season 5 into season 6 is gorgeous. I absolutely love season 6.

Jo and the Gemini shit is where it becomes a problem for me. I don’t give a damn about Gemini witches, and I sure as hell don’t like Alaric with Jo. I would’ve preferred Alaric pick up where he and Meredith left off. Kai is the only interesting part of the Gemini storyline. The rest of them can bite it. I loved the prison world storyline with Damon and Bonnie. I loved watching how everyone dealt with the loss of them. I loved watching Elena fall in love with Damon all over again. I loved the storyline surrounding Liz’s death, and I absolutely loved Caroline without her humanity.

Most of season 7 sucks as far as I’m concerned. Rayna and Bonnie was the only storyline I liked. I didn’t give a damn about Lily, Julian, and the heretics. Enzo being attracted to Lily was downright dumb. Steroline was the only thing worth watching, aside from Damon being Damon. I absolutely hated the three-year time jumps. They were the most annoying thing ever. I hated Matt and his fiancee and all that crap with them hunting vampires together. For me, the biggest disappointment of the series... that of season 7.

Sybil and Seline were fantastic. Season 8 was great for what it was, but it could’ve been better, and simply stretching it to a full season would’ve allowed for it to be. Everything felt rushed because it was so short. If it were me... Cade would’ve lasted three more episodes, Steroline and Defan would’ve had more screen time, Alaric would’ve had a flashback montage to go with his little speech about how they became a family, and the finale with Katherine would’ve offered more. Since they felt the need to bring her back for one last run, I would’ve given her two more episodes. That’s three for Cade and two for Katherine, which would’ve brought them to 21 episodes. The 22nd episode could’ve allowed for a single day in the life of human Damon, which I’m pretty sure fans would’ve liked. Even Stefan fans, who I’m sure would’ve liked to see what he sacrificed his life for.

But yeah, their first four season are gold. After that, it’s a struggle for me.

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tarlos-spain · 1 year

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Chapter 03

for @trickzill-art

The smile was quickly wiped off Joseph's face. He was sure that Richard would be very pleased and happy to hear about the purchase of the store. They had talked many times about the idea of going into business together, but never quite took the plunge. Joseph was convinced that he had made the right decision.

Suddenly, he realized he had been completely wrong.

"I've bought the place so we can open our coffee shop."

"There, there. I heard what you said, but I'm trying to understand why you did such a barbaric thing without consulting me," Richard replied without having blinked yet with his squinty black eyes.

"We were thinking about it, weren't we?"

"Exactly.” Said Richard with that sneer on his face that normally made Joseph feel safe but now only made him feel stupid. “We were thinking about it, it was a plan, a hypothesis, not something you wake up one day and decide to do on your own."

Joseph felt like the world was crashing in on him. He had spent hours telling Richard about what he wanted his dream coffee shop to look like. Many times he had asked him to put down on paper, as the architect he was, those ideas he had. But Richard had always given him the runaround with the excuse that he didn't mix work and private life.

He had done it on his own. Joseph had created something resembling site plans, the kitchen, because he planned to prepare sandwiches, cookies and small cakes. "I want that, when someone comes to have breakfast or a snack with us, they come back and forever remember our flavors."

Richard kept reminding him that he wasn't much of a cook. It was true, he had a lot of cooking to learn but he was determined to do it and succeed in making his customers smile.

"I haven't decided anything on my own, Richard. Since we've known each other I've been talking to you about this."

"Since we met, yeah right, five months ago."

Joseph felt his cheeks turning red. His father, Amara, Amara, they had all told him that Richard and he were so different that even the time in which their relationship moved, they saw it as not very compatible. For Joseph five months meant they could take a step further in either direction; he was dying to open their business together and well, he was looking for a way to ask Richard to marry him.

"You should try living with him first," they'd all told him one way or another.

"You've been with some doughy guy, who has a huge apartment downtown, for five months, and he still hasn't told you to get out of your hundred-foot loft."

Owen, his father, didn't usually say things carefully and worst of all, he was usually right. Joseph had tried to bring up the subject of sharing an apartment, to live together, to have a life together or even just for the sake of sharing expenses. But every time they talked about it, Richard would come up with some excuse to shut down the discussion.

"Five months is a long time at our age, Richard. We're not kids anymore and... I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"But that doesn't mean we have to share a business that we don't even know if it's going to work."

Joseph looked at Amara who was working at the back of the bar tending to two men. Then he saw Santiago, the new customer who had turned out to be his favorite writer, sitting at one of the tables who was trying hard to disguise that he was listening. No other customer was paying attention to him. That day he had no one else to lean on.

"How can you say that we don't know if it's going to work? We ran the numbers last week and the area where this place is is where the coffee shop idea we have would work best."

"The idea you have, babe. This idea is yours, this dream is yours and I've always told you that I'm not sure what future it might have. There are so many coffee shops in town, and I still don't see what it is that you are going to offer to attract people."

"Rick... I have told you many times about my dreams, and you have always supported me. I don't understand why you say these things now."

Joseph noticed his voice trembling as he said that. The words of the man he thought loved him were hurting him, they were falling on him like an avalanche in the middle of the mountain that you don't know how to stop and you feel it’s going to bury you.

"Of course I supported you in having a dream, I never told you that it seemed practical or doable. Sometimes dreams stay just that, Joseph, nice dreams that we can't carry out."

"But..."

"No buts, baby. I'm with you because I like you, because right now we work and because... well, we know where we work best."

Amara grimaced from across the counter as he heard Richard say that. She didn't even need to turn around to imagine how much those words were hurting Joseph, because they had talked about it on several occasions.

Joseph feared he was just being a simple diversion for Richard, because that was how they had started, one night, one bar and the bed in Richard's huge midtown Manhattan apartment; that was how their next few dates had been, sex and few words, until he had finally gotten Richard to agree to go out to dinner with him.

"Rick, I love you."

"Love is a big, complicated word and it doesn't have to mean the same thing to you as it does to me. I care about you more than a lot of other people I have around me, but I have no intention of leaving the job that allows me to have the life I have right now to embark on an idea I don't really believe in."

"Rick... I've told you all about my dream so many times that I was convinced you believed in me."

Richard reached out and caressed his cheek, with a gesture that seemed more paternal than that of a loving boyfriend concerned about the love of his life.

"I believe in you and I also believe that sometimes you get carried away by the clouds in your head. So I'm sorry, tiger, but I'm not going to be your partner. You're going to have to find your money elsewhere." He glanced at the clock, as if they weren't in the middle of a really important conversation. "Now if you don't mind, I have to go show a house. We'll talk tonight and find you a solution to get you out of that contract."

"But I don't want to..."

Richard leaned over the counter to deposit a quick kiss on Joseph's lips and turned to leave without further ado.

Watching the scene, even if it was in the distance, made Santiago feel bad. He'd had bad breakups with some of his exes, and had had to break up with a guy or two himself.

He didn't know Joseph very well and he could be wrong about him, but if he trusted his first intuition, he thought he was a good person, with a big heart, who was very clear about his life and what he hoped for the future.

What he had seen was a jerk letting someone like Joseph, who was worth it, get away, and worst of all was that now Santiago also felt bad about himself and the idea that he had decided to start flirting with Joseph and he was sure that the barista had returned his interest, without telling him that he had a boyfriend, even if nothing had really happened between them.

It had been a while since things with men hadn't been his forte. Neither was writing, and he was beginning to wonder if he would recognize the person he would find in front of him when he stood in front of a mirror.

He felt lost and right then he didn't know where to look or where to go.

He went home, he had been lucky the previous days to find the inspiration to write. Maybe if he ordered some dinner, took a bath, put on some relaxing music and watched a movie, the next day could be better.

The plan was perfect, sushi from his favorite place, salts in the bath, the playlist Michelle had given him from her curandera and the chance to relax on the couch. It could be the best way to wake up in a good mood the next day, grab the computer and start writing.

However, it wasn't even ten o'clock when the phone call came from his mother.

"Carlitos, mijo. Your father is in the hospital."

His mother's words echoed in his head during the cab ride to the hospital. "The doctors say he's very tired." "He's going to have to quit one of the three jobs." "Marcelo and the others say immigration could come to investigate."

"I hope your father gets well." The cab driver told him after he had been standing at the hospital door for five minutes.

He got out and stood there for a moment, staring at the hospital door that kept opening and closing. His father meant everything to him, as did his mother. She was the everything that brought the family together, that kept Santiago from arguing with his two sisters, the one who had helped him tell his father he was gay, the one who had spent almost every night of the three siblings' childhood taking care of them.

Their father on the other hand was the one who had risked everything for his family. Gabriel Carreras had left his life in Mexico to look for something better. With no money, no job and no security he had managed to give his three future children a life.

Now his father was in the emergency room waiting to undergo open heart surgery and his mother was crying in the waiting room. Santiago however, had been frozen in the damn hospital doorway until Helena, his older sister, parked her car, walked up to him and put a hand on his waist.

"Come on little brother, mom and dad need us, especially mom."

Andrea was a strong woman. A mother capable of carrying all the family's problems on her back, but when it came to facing the idea that her husband might not survive the operation that was going to put a pacemaker in him, her children soon saw that she seemed on the verge of falling apart.

Santiago sat next to her, the doctors told them the operation was going to be a long one. He and his sisters took turns being with their mother at all times, and Santiago took the opportunity of going to the cafeteria to buy lunch for everyone to call Oliver.

The last thing he could think of at that moment was to write a single word in his book.

"I'm sorry to hear about your father, my boy. I hope he gets well soon. Nowadays heart operations are quick and very effective."

"Yes, Oliver thank you. I'm sure they are. But I still wanted to ask you a favor."

"Sure, anything you want."

"I need a little more time to continue writing the novel. I know that will delay the times to send it out for revision, layout and so on, but right now I need to be with my family and-"

"I will take care of everything that goes behind writing the book, Santiago, don't worry about that. But the manuscript has to be written on time."

"Oliver, my father just had a heart attack and mother is a nervous wreck, she needs me."

"And I assure you I understand that. But I need that manuscript so that no one upstairs gets pissed off and there's nothing I can do about it. You understand that, don't you Santiago? I'm sure you're a smart guy."

"I can't write Oliver. I don't have my head in the right place to keep writing. Give me a few days."

"I'll give you exactly forty-eight hours to give me the next chapter, otherwise I'll have no choice but to make things a little uglier for you and give you less freedom."

"What are you talking about, Oliver?"

There was a short silence, Talbot was either bringing more intensity to the moment or just wanted to worry him. He was certainly succeeding.

"Look kid, I'm sorry about your father, but if I have to use the card that the money you're making from the first book is helping your illegal family live peacefully, then I will, and I know in that case I'll have your full attention so you'll have to work. got it?"

Santiago sighed. "Yes, Oliver."

"You're going to write you're going to give me the next chapter on time."

"Bye Oliver."

His mother sent him home to rest as soon as his father came out of surgery. The doctors told them it would take hours for him to wake up. He did the same for his sisters, because they had children to take care of at home.

"I'll let you know as soon as your father wakes up. You have nothing to worry about, Carlitos, I’ll take care of everything."

Santiago didn't tell her about Oliver's threat, it was the last thing his mother needed at that moment; just as she didn't need to know that her son was holding back from smashing his editor's face in for saying those things about his family.

Sleep was not an option. His brain was doing nothing but trying to come up with new scenes for the book, but all he could find was an abyss of inspiration and by the time he wanted to realize it was daylight, he hadn't managed to sleep a wink, although the four coffees in the evening hadn't helped.

He took a quick shower and after talking to his mother to get her to tell him how his father had spent the night in the hospital, he decided to grab the computer and head back to the Finca del Café. Apparently it was the only place where he was able to write.

It was early, they had just opened and it was empty. One of the baristas was setting the tables in order while Amara and Joseph were sitting at the same table where Santiago usually sat. She was saying something and waving her hands, but Joseph didn't seem very aware of what his friend was saying to him, he just seemed lost in thought and engrossed in the phone in his hands.

"There has to be some way to work it out. You signed it yesterday, if you say it was a mistake or that, I don't know, you've changed your mind."

"I can't, I got a discount, I was sure everything was done so that-how was I supposed to know Richard was going to let me down with this damn mortgage or whatever it's called?"

The door opened again and a group of teenagers, the same ones that went to the high school every morning came in to place their coffee order. Amara patted Joseph's hand and got up to serve them.

Santiago wasn't sure if it was a good or an intrusion, but he took to sitting in front of Joseph.

"I don’t want to bother you, I heard all about what happened with your boyfriend yesterday."

"My ex." Joseph stared at him. "He called me last night to ask me to dinner. I've just been a diversion for him and on top of that he thought we were on the same page about that."

"I'm so sorry. I guess these days are pretty awful...for everyone." Joseph looked up again. "Shit, I'm sorry, you have problems and I come in here, sit down and start pumping out my own story."

"You're my favorite author. I'd be happy if you wanted to share your trouble. At least then I won't think for the next few minutes that I've just ruined myself for the rest of my life."

"I've only written one book. I can't be your favorite writer."

"I promise I've read your book four times and three copies."

"Why?"

"English, Hebrew and Spanish."

"You speak Spanish?"

Joseph burst out laughing.

"No. I know that my high school years should have helped, but languages are not my thing. Then I tried to pick it up three times, but it didn't do me much good. Then came Berta and her book, her main character in love with the Puerto Rican boy. I didn't like the idea of not reading everything Santiago said in his native tongue and even though I understood almost nothing, it sounded... sexy."

Santiago was the one who burst out laughing when he heard that and blushed. He covered his face with his hands as he noticed his cheeks reddening and turned around to ask Amara for his usual coffee.

"Then I have to give you some bad news." He said finally. "Berta is in dry dock of inspiration for the second book and his publisher is putting the guillotine around his neck."

"Are you serious? But if the beginning of the book you let me read is great, I'm imagining everything that could happen and my ideas, if I knew how to write, could become a trilogy."

"Hey, well, if you want to share them, I'll make you Berta's co-author."

They both laughed for a moment, both stared at the other in silence, because they both thought they were joking but both wondered if the other was somehow being serious.

"Wait Are you serious? Are you asking me to help you write your book?" Santiago shrugged. He hadn't officially asked him for help, but if Joseph was willing to do it and managed to get him to write, he wasn't going to turn him down. "You remember I'm your number one fan right?"

"If you say it out loud again it's going to sound more like a stalker than a fan, but yes, I do and that's why I know that if there's anyone who can give me a hand in moving the novel forward, it's you." Joseph's eyes widened, the same thing happened to him as his mouth dropped open. "Nothing will be free, I'm not a freeloader. I meant it when I said I'd make you a co-author and therefore, you'll get paid for your work."

"Ahm..."

"It's silly, I know and I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't up to my neck in shit. My dad had a heart attack and... shit, it's not relevant. Nothing really is."

Joseph took his hand and stroked his arm. "You look like you haven't slept." Santiago shook his head in a negative gesture. "Is your father okay?"

"He'll be fine, the doctors said the operation went well... everything is fine. But, my editor, you know..." Santiago looked both ways and lowered his voice. "My parents have certain problems with their papers and apparently my editor knows about it."

"What a bastard...Listen, do you really want my help with the book? I'll do it, count me in, but I need... a favor in return, a very big one."

"I overheard your conversation with your partner. I know what happened with the place you wanted to buy. You need money for your business and I need your inspiration. I have money from my first book, and if you want... I can become your partner."

"Santiago, that's not exactly what I meant, it's a lot of money."

"If we put out the trilogy you're talking about, money won't be a problem."

#Tarlos-Spain #barista #idiots in love #falling in love #writer #Love at first sight #fandom trumps hate

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ushisrever · 2 years

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Lost Royals ch. 4

What does it take to be in your arms? What does it take to finally deem myself worthy of someone as great as my beloved wife - the prophesied fae?

Pair : Oikawa Tooru x fm!reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Summary: Oikawa Tooru (a fae) is set to have an arranged marriage to the high royal princess fae (reader). Though, he has no idea why the high royal princess chose him. Therefore, he does everything he can to be noticeable or acceptable or at the same level as the princess’s great achievements. The only thing is the high royal princess who is one of the three prophesied faes to defeat the dark lord is too busy with her own duties to notice her husband’s efforts.

A/n: Here ya go. Another chapter for this one. :))

MASTERLIST

The last time Oikawa Tooru was this nervous was when he participated in his first ever duo as a knight. He was nervous as heck when he was about to commence in a duo fight. It’s as if all that he learned disappeared in his head. Now, it seems like the exact same feeling except that the information that seemingly disappeared in his head is…Atsumu’s advice.

He really hoped he didn’t ask for that prince’s advice.

Let’s rewind for a little bit. A month ago there was a little bit of an issue that Tooru noticed. It’s not exactly a problematic matter that might stop the wedding. That is not exactly it. It’s more of the fact that he hasn’t exactly seen or talked to Amara at all. There are times where he joins a cup of tea with the two other prophesied faes in hopes of meeting with Amara. He'll often ask for her, and her personal butler or knight would always tell him that she's out and about handling a few things. There are even times when he's told that the royal princess doesn't want any visitors at all.

Ever since the first conversation he had with Amara, he's been quite over the hill or…clouds? He even came home to his palace, that knight all sighing and his eyes seemingly dreaming. It's quite noticeable to the general Iwaizumi Hajime. After that night, Tooru has been always keen to meet with her, talk with her, and get to know her more. However, they both seem to be working things well in terms of them fulfilling their own goals, but not so much with their relationship with each other.

Eventually, after a month or so, he finds himself in a fruitless goal. He shouldn't be too bothered by it, but it wouldn't hurt to get to know each other more. And he wants to make sure he is showing satisfactory results for Amara. In a way, he wants Amara to be proud of him.

Now, after a little stroll in the garden and bumping into Prince Miya…that's where Tooru's became a little bit idiotic.

"Royal highness! We meet again!" Prince Miya waves at him. Tooru forced out a smile as he waits for Prince Miya to be a closer distance to him.

"Prince Miya, what brings you here?" He asked.

"Just visiting my general brother about…something," Prince Miya, Atsumu, gives a knowing smile. Tooru chose to ignore it whatever that smile meant.

"So…how is it with the royal princess? Scary? Nervewrecking?...Romamtic?" Atsumu gives a cheeky smile.

"It's good," Tooru gives a short reply, but Atsumi caught on the lie.

"So it's not good at all," Atsumu chuckles.

"I-" Tooru glares at him.

"It's alright, buddy. I…feel you. Though, if you want, I can give you a little advice," Atsumu said. Tooru only frowns and not convinced that it will be any good idea at all.

"Come…walk with me," Atsumu puts an arm over his shoulder and with a little push they are walking in the same direction.

"So, tell me. What exactly is the not good part of the situation? Is she cold to you? Sassy?"

Before Tooru could even convince himself not to say anything at all, he humoured the prince.

"I rather she was cold to me because that I know that she's paying attention to me," Tooru sighs in defeat.

"Oohh…okay. I see. I see, you got a workaholic. That's worse,"He gives Tooru a pat on the shoulder.

"I say, my friend, you should step up your game,"

"What?" Tooru frowns at him.

"You can't simply be just waiting for her to look at you in your…simple signing of paper way. Take it to another level," Atsumu stops on his tracks. "You should seduce, the princess,"

"...that sounded too wrong,"

"What's wrong with trying to seduce your fiance?" Atsumu smirks.

"I…I don't know. It sounded wrong,"

"There's nothing wrong with a little flirting or seducing as long as it's not for a purpose of bad intent," Atsumu is right on that, Tooru thought.

"You just want your fiance to possibly be interested in you…then use that tactic," Atsumu smiles then suddenly his eyes widenes as if he just got a great idea.

"OH! I know exactly what to give you for your wedding day," Atsumu gives a knowing smile.

"For now…I'll give you how to seduce 101 lesson,"

Tooru…of all things…listened to the lessons.

Now, here is Tooru…trying to remember the advices. Atsumu said so many things, ranging innocent flirting and things…about the bedroom (which Tooru ends up just being in a state of shock as it is. Though, it's not like it is his first time).

After the wedding and the banquet, Tooru and Amara separate ways for a moment to get ready for the night. Tooru was the first to finish getting ready which then brings him to the room they'll both share. Though, he's been sitting on the edge of the bed for an hour already. He honestly feels like cozying under the blanket since he only has a robe on him (with only an underwear underneath). He practically ate two or three pieces of chocolate from the box. He's already did some push ups or whatever exercise there is to think of while he waits.

He's not even sure what will happen the moment Amara enters the room. He doesn't know if they'll just sleep or something else.

The wedding night is your chance. He hears Atsumu's last words.

Tooru doesn't even know if he'll try to do the seducing plan. The more he waits the more he just finds himself pathetic.

"You know what…I won't do it…I won't-"

A loud thud is heard from outside. Tooru seems to wait for a moment again until he hears another thud. Hurried footsteps are heard. At this, Tooru is quick to grab a dagger he hid inside a drawer and walks closer to the door.

With a dagger in his hand, he slowly opens the door. He peeks his head out to find an empty hallway. Though, it's quiet. Too quiet as it seems.

Tooru hears another thud and this time it is met with voices. He follows where the sound is coming from. His heart pounds against his chest, but his dagger is firm on his hand. He follows the voices until eventually he sees five guards in front of a door.

Two guards each with big staff stand on both sides of the door as if creating an invisible barrier of sorts. The three other guards are facing the door with their hands ready to wield a sword.

"What is going on here?" Tooru said in a much authoritative tone. The guards turn to him.

"Your royal highness," one of them said. For a moment, he forgot that he's a high royal prince.

"I said what is going on here?" Tooru asked.

"I…your royal highness, I think it is best for you to go back to your room. For your own safety," One of the royal guards said.

"That doesn't answer my question. If you don't tell me, I'll assume this is some suspicious get up," Tooru narrows his eyes at them. Then, a loud thud comes from the room and a scream.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Tooru shouted.

"It's her royal highness," One of the guards said.

"Is she alright?" Tooru immediately walks close to the door, but the two guards near the door stop him.

"It's not safe, your royal highness. We'll get in trouble if we let you in," The guard with the staff said.

Tooru hears a groan coming from the room. "Move aside," he shoots a glare at the guards by the door.

"Your royal-"

"Let him in," A man's voice appears from behind. He turns to find General Miya -Atsumu's brother- standing a few feet away from him.

"Didn't you hear me?" General Miya, Osamu Miya, said once more.

The guards nearest to the door disables the shield amf set aside. Tooru then hands his dagger to one of the guards before he enters the room.

The moment he stepped in he was met with a different atmosphere. He shuts the door behind him. The room is dark. The only light source is the moonlight seeping from the open window. Though, as he stands there, he feels heavy. It's as if the air itself has gone heavy.

He hears a cough. His attention brings to a figure in the middle of the room. It doesn't take long before he recognizes the figure.

"Amara?" He managed to say. At that, he hears soft cries.

Amara is crouched down on the ground. Her hands wrapped around her. The more he looks at her, the more he sees the bracelets around hee tightening around her wrist more. Some kind of liquid is seeping from under the bracelet. He can see her clutching tight around her…and from the shivering and the cries, he knows that she's in pain.

Amara is in pain.

"Leave," Tooru hears Amara manage to say.

Tooru doesn't move back but rather he comes closer to her.

"Please…please leave," Amara cries out.

It's like a pang of pain in his heart as he sees you vulnerable and in pain. Everyone else sees her as an unbeatable force that will save them…but from behind the curtains, she's suffering from whatever it is.

He has no complete solution as to how to help her ease the pain. The only thing he can do is come closer. He kneels and crouches down to Amara. His arms wrap around him with his hand soothing his back.

Without Tooru's knowledge, Amara is in a fight within herself. She barely doesn't know who she is clutching her hands on a shirt. She just did as if the warmth of this person was all she could ever ask for.

KILL! KILL! KILL!

Those whispers in her head even become louder; however, in a second she suddenly feels something envelop her other than the arms of the person. It's like a calming atmosphere eased her boiling blood.

Tooru is more than just a royal prince. He had trained years to be the kind of aid to everyone else. He's a protector. He holds swords against enemies if needed be. Though, he doesn't only hold a sword against an enemy. He also has a gift. A gift of comfort. He takes a deep breath and he tightens his hold on her. Slowly, a sort of blue fire covers the two of them. His hand gives her slow pats on the back as he does his thing.

It took a minute before the pain subsided. All she could feel is the warmth. She doesn't move at all. She only grips tighter to him. The fatigue hits her whole body and slowly…she falls into slumber.

The morning came. Tooru hears rustling of sheets. He then unconsciously moves and his arm reaching for someone else's he has been comforting the whole night. It took a few seconds for him to realize that that someone is not in his reach anymore.

He slowly opens his eyes and finds an empty space beside him on the bed. Right. He did lay Amara on a bed in that room and he himself lay down as well for his wife is not letting go of him at all. He squints his eyes against the light coming from the window. When he looks at the edge of the bed, he sees Amara sitting down. He immediately sits up.

"Hey," he said softly. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Amara sighs. Her fingers fidgeting. "I'm…sorry about last night…and thank you," she spoke.

Tooru doesn't answer for a while. Amara could hear rustling. In a second, Tooru is sitting beside her.

"It's okay if you can't tell me…but what happened last night?" Tooru managed to ask.

"...we slept?" Amara lightly chuckled. "I'm kidding," she softly said, giving a small smile.

Tooru glances at her.

"Faes thinks that I'm all powerful and there's not a single flaw because I can kill thousands of men in just one snap. This kind of ability…will always come with a cause," Amara looks at her cuffs.

"There are times when I lose control of myself. It's as if someone else is taking a hold of my will. It'll always tell me to kill and give me the strongest urge to kill. If it weren't for these cuffs, everyone would never be safe," Tooru looks down on her bracelet.

"Those…are cuffs?" He asked.

"Yes. Made from the golds of the ancient mountain and engraved with magical spells. Whenever it triggers, it holds it off…but it becomes painful. The more I don't release those urges, the more my blood literally feels like it is boiling and everything else…becomes painful," Amara looks down on her hands once more.

"I see," Tooru only managed to reply. He has no idea how to reply, but in a way he knows very well the concept of flaws or consequences.

"It's my turn to ask questions. Did you do something last night? The pain suddenly disappearing doesn't usually happen when it happens," Amara turns to Tooru.

For a moment, the morning sun hits Amara's face, giving Tooru a much different perspective of her. It's as if there's a halo on her. Tooru blinks before he gets too deep in her…beauty.

"Um…well, I was born with blackcourt magic. Other than creating shields, I can remove someone from emotional or physical pain," Tooru explained.

"So…that's what you did,"

Tooru nods. Then none of them talked for a moment. The knock on the door cuts the two of them off.

"Come in," Amara said.

A maid then enters the room. "I apologize for interrupting. We would just like to ask to where we are to put the wedding gifts ," she asked.

"Oh…um, you can put it in our room," Amara stands up. The maid takes a bow and leaves.

"So, um…I'll be changing into my clothes and I need to work on something,"

"Work?" The word came out faster than he could have expected. The tone was more surprising.

Amara looks at him with a confused look.

"Oh..um…I mean, you've been working so hard these past few months and last night most likely took a toll on you. Perhaps, you should take a day's rest?" Tooru gives a nervous smile.

"Oh…rest," Rest is not exactly always in Amara's itinerary. She's always on the go day and night even when she was living in isolation before. Hearing it now, it felt odd for her to hear.

Tooru looks at Amara and he notices the hesitation on her face. Remembering, the pain she was in, Tooru couldn't bare to leave her alone for the day.

"A rest wouldn't hurt, Amara. If you want to work tomorrow without any distraction, then a good day's rest should be in order," Tooru stands up and smiles to her.

"I'm not exactly used to rest," Amara softly smiles.

"Well…you don't have to just lay down all day. For starter, we can start opening the wedding gifts. That's always a fun activity,"

"You've been married before?" Amara raised an eyebrow.

"What? No, of course not. I mean…gifts. Opening gifts are always fun," Tooru chuckles.

"...alright," Amara nods and heads out of the room. Tooru does the same as well, but before he does he suddenly feels a gush of cold wind against his skin. It only then occurred to him that he is only wearing a robe.

"Shoot," Tooru looks around for a cabinet and fishes for a tunic and pants.

It didn't take long before he managed to follow back to their shared room. He enters and sees Amara sitting down on a couch and looking at the mountain of gifts.

"...they give many gifts?" Amara asked genuinely.

"Yeah. Is there a gift you want to open first?" Tooru takes a seat across from her, trying to be accommodating as much as possible. Amara looks among the gifts and she chooses a small box.

"I guess we can start with this. It's from Prince Miya," Amara reads the card and he unties the ribbon.

"Oh, I see," For a moment there, Tooru feels like he is forgetting something. Something that Atsumu may have mentioned.

"...what's this?" Amara asked. Tooru then stands up and goes over to her to see what's inside the box. The moment he saw the contents, he was red as a tomato.

Now, he remembered what Atsumu said.

"Just a toy!" Tooru immediately gets the box from Amara and tries to think of where to put it?

"A toy?"

"Yeah. I mean, kind of? Well, yeah," Tooru is still red from the idea of it. He totally forgot that Atsumu insisted on it as one of his gifts to be something to help spice it up in the bedroom. Tooru tried telling Atsumu that he shouldn't do so, but Atsumu still did it anyway. Out of all the things, Atsumi tried giving them-

"Well, it does look like a toy. Handcuffs with fur. I don't suppose prisoners use that," Amara said so innocently, but she does notice the flustered state Tooru is in. To whatever that toy is, she'll try to casually find out later on.

"Uh…yeah," Tooru puts the box out of sight as Amara chooses another one.

Amars opens another box and it shows a couple mug. "Two mugs…with the same design," Amara said…quite confused as to why they'll give such presents.

"Well, it's a common gift to couples," Tooru goes back to his seat across from her.

"So, they presume couples like objects that are of similar design," Tooru can't help smiling at the little frown on Amara's face. It is no surprise to Tooru if Amara is not as well-versed with the little perks and oddities society has.

However, it is also a reminder to Tooru that his now new wife was once isolated all her life and forced to train everyday. Tooru feels more inclined to be of help to Amara to the point that she doesn't have to feel the need to do everything. Tooru wants her to live. Live and experience society's little fun and oddities that make life….be life.

"Believe it or not, couples sometimes wear the same clothes. I've seen common folks do it," Tooru said with a soft smile. Amara looks up at him with a questionable look.

"What's…its purpose?" Amara winces.

"I don't honestly know," Tooru shrugs.

Then, Amara chuckles. Tooru swears his heart skips a beat once more. It's as if he'll do anything to see that smile once more. And in that moment, Tooru could have sworn that he and Amara enjoyed the simple opening of gifts.

However, as always, every enjoyable moment ends. In a blink, the day has passed by. As Tooru woke up from his sleep, the space beside him was empty. That is when he knew…

He's alone once more.

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