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alba8688 · 28 days

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Love hurts

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~*Eddies pov*~

Dani left before me to work this morning without eating breakfast so I decided to surprise her with her favorite blueberry pancakes and her favorite coffee from the diner close by the apartment .

As I arrived at the school I saw Liam's car park in the front .I wonder what he was doing here so early?

Probably dropping Nate was my guess .

Before getting down from my van I got my backpack from the back seat .Yes I have a backpack Dani made me get one .I hated it.

I grabbed the white paper bag and the coffee for Dani and got down .

It was still pretty early so there weren't a lot of students here yet .

It was too early for me. I was surprised I was here before anyone else .

Shit!! Dani Is really changing me ,the old me probably by this time would probably be waking up and not getting here till 9am but here I was at exactly 7:10 am .

"Fuck !!"I said under my breath and today the snow got worst .I really needed to get new tires for my van before my tires gave up on me .

I walked inside the building which I was glad because it was warmer here .

"Mr.Munson, what a surprise." Principal Higgins said sarcastically ,I didn't even notice him standing there opening his office door

"Yeah ,yeah I'm here early ." I tell him walking past him .

I didn't feel like talking to him I didn't like

That guy at all and I knew he didn't like me either so the feeling was mutual .

I walked towards the history hall and stopped outside Dani's class when I saw the door from her classroom was closed .

I didn't want to open it thinking she might be busy with a teacher or even a student .

I stood outside for a while until I heard footsteps getting closer to the door .I moved to the side with my back against the lockers so she wouldn't see me.She opened the door and walked back inside the class not even noticing me .

I got closer to the door and I heard whispering but couldn't make out what they were saying. They were talking really low .

I walk closer to the door and lean against the door frame, placing the bag of food and coffee on the nearest desk to the entrance to surprise Dani.

But the one who was surprised was me .

And honestly I regret doing that because from where I was standing it look like Fucking Liam kissed Dani .

I closed my eyes, breathed in and out trying to calm myself down .

I felt myself getting red in the face and I clenched my fist .

And from my point of view it looks like she likes it .

Does she want him ?

Ok maybe it was just my imagination playing with my head .

Should I say something?

I was getting ready to face him when I noticed Nate.

Then Dani's hand goes to his chest pushing him away or at least that's what I think .

My eyes were glued to her that I didn't realize when Nate noticed me until he jumped into my arms screaming my name.

"Edddiie !!"

And Holy shit !! He had a big dog following him .

"Hey buddy ." I hugged him tightly "Hi Eddie ." He smiles cupping my face and squeezing my cheeks making me look like a fish .

"Who's this ?" I ask, signaling to The big fluffy dog sitting down in front of me, "That's Ozzy my friend ."

"Oh really ,he is a big boy and I love his name by the way ." I smile tickling him,

He giggles and jumps off my grasp and runs to Dani .

"Mommy chose the name ." He says hugging Dani from her legs .

"Eddie ." Dani said softly "I brought you breakfast and coffee." I pick up the white paper bag and coffee and handed to her

"Thank you ." She smiled but I didn't smile back. I was pissed right now that I could punch Liam on his pretty face but not in front of Nate.

"Well I got to leave ." Liam said and again brushed the back of his hand on Dani's cheek .

Dani move back from his touch and I smile but

Holy shit I saw red but tried to calm myself down .

"Think about what I told you ." He tells Dani and goes to say bye to Nate .

"Bye daddy ." Nate's shouts

"Bye Buddy ." Liam says back before heading out of the classroom.

"Eddie." Dani slowly walks closer to me but I move back not wanting to look at her .I know I shouldn’t be like this but the jealousy has won right now .I mean come on.Liam compare to me is the perfect guy .Jesus Christ he had his own fucking business and what do I have a beat up van and halfway to my high school diploma.

"What's wrong ?" She ask softly.

"Nothing ." I respond dryly ,I know I know I need to chill but I can’t .

She walks over to the door and closes but before closing it she makes sure Know one is around or walking down the hallway. The she comes over to me getting on her tippy toes to peck my lips but an asshole Iam I move away and I see that she frowns.

I just give her a blank stare and move back .

"Eddie baby ." She said almost as a whisper

I ignore her and walk towards the door .

"What's your problem ?" She ask

I close my eyes trying to calm

Myself down.Im really trying to be calm but it just makes me mad seeing Liam put his hands on her .

I turn around to face her "What's my problem? "I say with a bitter laugh and she nods, crossing her arms .

"Yes!! Your problem,I mean you just move when I try to kiss you and you're being dry to me !!"

"You really want to do this infront of Nate ?"I ask

Her

"Do what ?"she ask pinching the bridge of her nose

"This argument ." I deadpan and I could see she was confused as to why we were arguing .

"Eddie, what are you talking about ? Why are we arguing?"she sigh and I could see

She was trying not to cry."Baby can you put your headphones on please ." She turns around to face Nate

"Yes mommy ."

He answers by putting his headphones on and returning to watching a video on his tablet .

Dani turns back around and looks at me

Her eyes are glazed and her nose is red .

"Now will you please tell me what's wrong ."she sighs and looks at me ,I just stare back at her, my heart hurting knowing that I'm the one hurting her .

But then the picture of Liam

Kissing her comes back to my head .

"I saw you and Liam ." I deadpan staring at her blankly

"What do you mean you saw me ?" She walks forward to me but I move back "baby ." She says softly her voice shaky

"Don't fucking baby me Danielle !! You know what you did i fucking saw you with my own two eyes with Liam !!" I shouted with anger and her eyes widened and tears started falling down her cheeks .Yes jealousy had completely overtaken me .im only human and i saw what I saw .I mean i think i did .

"Eddie what the fuck are you talking about !!" She raises her voice her face was now red .

"Danielle, I saw you kissing him !!"

"Kissing him!! Who the fuck says I was kissing him Edward!!"She raises her voice walking towards me pointing her finger and poking my chest with it .

"I fucking saw it with my two eyes !" I sneered and walked towards where she was standing a while ago with Liam "you were right here !!" I say showing her the spot "and you guys kiss !!" I laugh, getting angrier by the minute because she wouldn't just admit it .I mean they did kiss right ?

"If you would have seen correctly Edward he tried to kiss me and I pushed him Away ." She says walking towards me at a fast pace and shoving her finger on my chest "you want to know why ?!?" She says with tears in her eyes .

My eyes did not want to look at her of how angry I was. "Look at me Edward!!"she shouts my eyes look down at her and I felt horrible now she was crying because of my stupid jealousy "because I love you !! "

The door to the class opens And we both turn around to see who it was .

"I'm sorry ." Robin says awkwardly

"Is ok Robin ." Dani said softly, turning the other way so she wouldn't see her crying.I wanted to hug her and tell her that I was sorry I acted like an asshole .

"Robin, can you take care of Nathan please, I'll be back ." Dani says heading out of the classroom .

"Ok." Robin says she was still standing by the door.

I smile at her and look at Nate who still hadn't noticed Dani was gone .

"Eddie what the Fuck is going on ?" Robin whispers shouts

I don't say anything but pinch the bridge of my nose "is complicated ." Was the only thing i said

"Miss.Henderson is my dads client ." Robin walks closer to me and stops a few inches from me "she says her friend recommended her to my dad and you call me a few days ago saying you needed to speak with my father ,is she your friend Eddie ?" I nod yes "How are you two close ?" Robin asks "because of Dustin ofcourse ." I lied hoping she would believe it .

The bell for first period rang and students started arriving to class"you're saved by the bell ." Robin said softly walking to her desk .

I look back at Nate who was in his own little world ignoring the students walking in whispering wondering who he was .

I knelt down next to him asking him if he needed anything but he nodded no and went back to his tablet .Before standing up Ozzy came up to me rubbing his head on me "He wants you to give him scratchies ." Nate says softly I look up at him

But he went back to his tablet into his own little world.Ozzy looked at me with his tongue sticking out to the side almost as he was smiling ."Is ok you can touch him." Nate tells me .I patted Ozzy's head softly and stood up but first I made sure Nate was comfortable then headed to my desk to sit down taking out my history book and a pen .

Now to wait for Dani to get back .

I was a fucking asshole to her I let jealousy take over me.

But how could I not be jealous she is fucking beautiful and I know everyone looks at her and think she is single but she is not she it with me but nobody knows it but us.I fucking hate that I want the whole world to know she is talented and that she is mine .But sadly Knowone can’t know about us .

A few minutes pass and

Dani wasn't here yet I started wondering where she was ?

Nate noticed me sitting down at my desk and took off his headphones and smiled and waved at me .

I wave and smile back at him.

"Eddie !!" He shouted from his seat ,everyone in the class turned to look at me even Robin who shook her head.

Nate got up and made his way to where I was sitting, Ozzy following behind .

I guess nobody had seen Ozzy and everyone gasped when they saw him .

One of Chrissy's friend was about to touch him when Robin stop her.

"You can't touch him ,"Robin blurted out

"And why is that?" Chrissy's friend asks "because he is a service dog ,and Touching or petting a working dog is a distraction and may prevent him from tending to his human partner. The dog may be in the process of completing a command or direction given by his human, and you don't want to interfere.."Robin said abruptly and the whole class turned to look at Ozzy who had a service dog vest .

Veronica, I think that was her name, stood up about to tell Robin something but Dani walked in and she went back to her seat .Mouthing something to Robin .

"Miss.Buckley is everything ok?" Dani asked but Robin didn't say anything. "Nate covered one ear with one hand and with the other he pointed his finger to Veronica ."She was being mean to her ." Nate said softly "what was that ?" Dani asks "she was being mean to her ." Nate repeated again

Pointing to Veronica then Robin.

"Veronica, is there a problem ?" Dani asks her "No Miss.Henderson." Veronica replies Dani nods, raising a brow and turns to look at Robin"Are you sure Robin?" Robin nods yes and slouches back in her seat .

"Nate ,you want to sit over here in my chair baby." She says sweetly but Nate shakes his head no "Mommy I want to sit with Eddie ." He pouts, crossing his little arms over his chest .

"Sweetie Eddie has to learn."

"Is ok Dan..Miss.Henderson he can stay here with me ." I tell Dani, giving her a weak smile and mouthing sorry to her .

"Yay!!."Nate jumps punching the air .

"Ok buddy, come sit here with me ." I tell him but he sits down on the floor with ozzy placing his head on ozzy using him as a pillow .

"Here." Dani tells me, handing me Nate's tablet and headphones. I just smile but she walks away fast to the front of the class .

I hadn't even noticed when she walked this way .

"Here you go ." I tell Nate and he happily takes his tablet and headphones.

I open my history book to the page Dani had written on the whiteboard and by now I can feel eyes on me and people whispering and I know it’s about having Nate here with me .I know they wonder how he knows me.But I can’t pick up my head right now to face reality so I just concentrate on the lesson and start taking notes but halfway through class I lose concentration thinking of the way I acted towards Dani. I acted like a fucking asshole I really need to chill on my jealousy because is not going to take me anywhere ,I really needed to make it up to her .

But how ?

Next chapter

#eddie munson #stranger things #love #lovers #hawkins high #hawkins #teacher crush #student

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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the ginger Cullen Chapter 3

Previously

“Justin, can you tell me you were at the Cullen’s house yesterday?” I tilted my head as I didn’t understand why Jacob would want to know. “I started school yesterday and they were the only ones who’d talk to me and they invited me to have dinner with them. I’m sorry but why is it important? They’re my friends.” The ‘the only friends I’ve had in a while’ was left unsaid. The three wolfolves shared a look and I could feel my heart breaking even though no one had said anything.

“Justin, did they seem hungry around you? Or, did they make any movement towards your neck?” I shook my head. “They said they had a special diet that made them only eat a little bit. And the only one who came near my neck was Bella.” I could see all three of them breathe a sigh of relief for some reason. Jacob patted my hand. “I know that next week is spring break but afterwards I’ll be taking you to and from school. And, you won't be going back to the cullens house without one of the pack being with you.” The way Jacob said it left no room for argument. “Why?” I asked and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep the hurt out of my voice.

“Because they’re vampires.”

Justin POV Monday after spring break.

I honestly was a bit pissed that I was on Jacob’s motorcycle instead of driving my Mustang. I Love Jacob. I think I love him more than I love myself. But, he was overprotective. I was honestly starting to feel smothered. I wanted to drive to school In my Mustang listening to Cher. But, It wasn’t all bad. Spring break was…interesting. I met the rest of the pack and I loved them all. I found myself becoming a big brother to seth. I respected Leah but she keept harping on sam and Emily when I invited the pack over for dinner. Just thinking about that night…

The Friday after the imprint

I Stood in my bathroom just having gotten out of the bathroom and I was shaving what stubble I had. I wanted to present a nice clean image for the pack. I smiled as I felt Jacob’s arms wrap around my waist. “You don’t need to shave Jus.” I smiled at the nickname that had quickly become mine. We’d spent every moment Jacob wasn’t on patrol together and though we’d only met a week ago it felt like we had known each other since birth. I had also decided that I’d tell him about my past tonight. I’d managed to keep it hidden even though Imprints were supposed to know everything about each other. “Jake, you know I want to show the pack a clean version of myself.” I said as I grabbed the aftershave. “You don’t need to Jus. They’ll love you no matter what. Espillicey since you're their alpha’s imprint.” I rolled my eyes. I Had met Paul and Sam already but it wasn’t just the pack but imprint’s too. “Jake, I need to tell you about something.”I said as I flipped around in his arms so I was facing him. I needed to look him in the eyes when I made him leave me. I sight at his nod of acknowledgement, It was now or never. “You know I recently moved from Seattle but, what you don’t know is Why.” I said as he cupped my cheek. “You know that I was born in California. My dad was a marine and was one of the best. When I was three months old he got orders to move to Virginia. I Loved Virginia. The forest, the beach, the snow and of course the people. When the war in Iraq started my dad got orders to be stationed in Seattle. My dad got deployed five times and I was diagnosed with autism all in a year.” I took a breath. Jacob already knew this. I felt bad. He told me his past and kept nothing from me. But, I kept probably the biggest part of myself a secret. I sighed and prepared myself. “What you don’t know is that when I was ten my dad died saving an eighteen year old kid who had just enlisted. I…my mom Lost the love of her life but she was proud of how my dad died. She took pride in the fact my dad died so an eighteen year old boy could fall in love and die at a ripe old age. I, on the other hand, was angry at my dad. He told me he would come back. He promised me. I…kinda spiraled after that. It wasn’t till my thirteenth birthday that I had a breakdown. I told my mom everything. She understood but was upset I never told her. She got me some help. I was put on anti-depressants and anxiety meds. Things got better. It would never be like it was before dad died but I accepted that and lived my life. I was fifthteen when my mom got diagnosed with cancer…” I could feel Jacob’s arms tighten around me. I wanted to stop. But, he needed the whole truth. I sighed as Jacob used his Thumbs to wipe the tears that had decided to make themselves known. “...She declined quickly. I was visiting her in the hospital on my sixteenth birthday. One second she was smiling and telling me about the stuff I was too young to remember and the next…” I don’t know how I managed it but I kept the sobs back. “The next she was coughing up blood and she was rushed to surgery. I sat in the waiting room for four hours. I was still covered in the blood that had gotten on my shirt. When the doctor came out I knew. I knew she didn’t make It. I went back to her room to grab my car keys and my backpack. I wanted to get home before I had to be talked to about who would take care of me. I found the birthday gift she was going to give me.” I pointed to the Signed Cher CD that was framed and sat on my nightstand. “But, that’s not why I’m here. I was sent to go live with my Godmother. She and her husband lived In seattle. Everything was fine at first. Then, Uncle Nick started drinking. He started to beat me. He made me wear long sleeves or undershirts. Aunt Holly knew and tried to protect me but he just started beating her too. He got some help and he was doing great until his dad died. It got worse than before. One night I was sure I was going to die. He cracked my skull, broke my ribs, nearly ripped my arm out and dislocated both my knees. Aunt Holly finally had enough and called 911. He beat her to death in front of me. I spent three months in the hospital in Seattle in a coma. When I came to They told me that I’d been emancipated. So I found the quietest town I could. I didn’t know there were vampires and werewolves here. I’m sorry Jacob.” I finished softly. “Whatever for, angel?” Jacob asked me. “You’ll probably leave now you know I'm broken.” I said with heartbreak evident in my voice. “Justin, It’s because of that I’ll never leave you. You need the love you’ve missed out on. And you DO deserve love Justin.” Jacob said, pulling me into the tightest hug ever. I smiled at him and resumed my shaving despite Jacob’s teasing. I dressed in a red button down shirt with black jeans and my Air Jordan 20’s. I was smiling like an idiot seeing Jacob dress into a black button down and red jeans and his vans. Jacob would never admit to it but I knew he dressed slowly for me. I would never know what I did to deserve him. Twenty minutes later saw the pack sitting down to eat. The table contained a variety of food from Eggrolls to clam strips and garlic bread. All cooked by me. I smiled as I looked around the table thinking about the reactions of the pack and the imprints. Sam and Paul both hugged me and ruffled my hair when I greeted them at the door. Emily was an absolute angel. She hugged me and hoped that she’d be able to cook with me. I felt an older sister bond with her the second I met her. Embry was a jokester but He had this air of seriousness that radiated off of him that made me want to hug him. Jacob told me that Embry could be His or Sam’s or even Quill’s half brother. I Felt bad for the boy. To have the possibility of being the half brother of two alphas and another member of the pack must have hurt the boy’s self worth. Quil Ateara V was a sweet boy who’d been one of Jacob’s friends before they shifted. I couldn't help but smile at his personality. I let him know where my secret stash of candy was just for him. Jared Cameron, Was a very sweet kid. But, very protective of his family. I couldn’t blame him. Once he and I talked a bit he warmed up to me and I was very happy he did. I didn’t know why but Seth Clearwater had already taken a place in my heart as a little brother or a son. I wasn’t quite sure. He was childish, yes, but he was sweeter than pie and one of the only wolves that didn’t seem jaded. It was hard to believe someone like Seth could be related to Leah- “So Jacob? Why are you with the white fag?” Ah, Leah Clearwater, the only female shifter in history. She was also a complete bitch. I knew why she was bitter. She was in a relationship with Sam until he imprinted on emily. I understood why she was bitter but, for God’s sake it doesn’t mean no one else shouldn’t Be happy! I was tempted to let Jacob, Sam, Paul, Quill- well basically the entire pack leap at her and just sip my soda. But, I Held my hand up and let Jacob handle it. I smirked as Jacob made her patrol the entire reserve on her own.

I was brought out of my memories as Jacob’s bike pulled in front of the school. I smiled at Jacob as I collected my messenger bag. I placed a kiss on My wolf’s forehead and I walked into the school trying to figure out how to tell the Cullens that I knew about their secret. I Waited till lunch. I took my spot in between Emmet and Edward. I Smiled and greeted everyone. I decided to just get it over with and tell them.

“I know your secret.” I whispered as I wasn’t worried about them not hearing me. They would be able to hear me if I sneezed in the basement. I saw the entire table tense and for a brief second I felt bad. They had been alive for centuries and every time someone found out about their secret they had to move. “I know you guys are vampires.” I said softly. “How?” Emmet asked me, concerned that he’d lose me. “He Imprinted on Jacob Black.” Edward said and by God, I thought my heart had stopped beating. Ignoring Bella’s glare, I gathered up my courage. “I can read minds.” He said with a look on his face that told me he couldn’t control it. I sent him a smile to show I was okay with it. I showed him my entire spring break. “As long as you’re happy you and your mate will be welcomed into our home.” Edward spoke with a pointed look at Rosile. I smiled at that. I wish I knew what would happen next.

A month later during the last week of April, I smiled as I woke up In Jacob’s arms. I was in Jacob’s house. He thought I’d think it was awful because I basically lived In a mansion. I told him that even If he lived in a cave that if it was home I would love it. I started to spend my weekends over with Jacob or at the pack house. I still visited the Cullens. I told them about my past and surprisingly, it was Rosile that helped me the most. She told me her past and I felt my connection with her grow. I felt my smile grow as Jacob kissed my forehead. “Good morning my love.” Who knew an alpha could be such a sweet talker.

I couldn't help but smile at the memories of the pack and the Cullens bonding. Seth and Emmet were inseparable and you could always find the two playing video games. If it weren’t for Seth needing food and sleep I'm sure he would have played with Emmet for twenty four hours straight. Sam and Carlisle had formed a father and son bond and I felt happy for the wolf. I knew his dad ran out of him when he was young and I knew there was a chance Embry was his little half brother and I hoped Sam would help Embry. Speaking of, Embry had become friends with Jasper. It was wired on the surface but to me It looked like a perfect match. They both had a heaviness that stemmed from their past. I could see Embry stick to Jasper as a lifeline and It took me a while to figure out that Embry used Jasper to help his emotions and I did not blame him one single bit. If I was the sapuosed bastard son of three tribe elders I would use Jasper as Embry had. Quill had become Alice and Roslie’s latest dress up victim. But, surprisingly Quil Didn’t mind. He was pleased to Let Alice dress him to her heart’s content. Esme had befriended Emily and It was a sight to see. No one messed with Emily before but with Esme as back up? It was as if you would defy nature itself by going up against those two. Jacob and Edward had come to an understanding and became brothers for a lack of a better term. I guess with the Bella issue settled they had nothing to fight over and It was funny seeing Edward, the hundred year old vampire who could read minds, treating Jacob, the alpha wolf and the only thing that could kill vampires and my mate, Like a puppy.

But, of course we aren't the only ones who found someone in the pack to bond with. Leah and Bella became friends to everyone’s surprise. But, as long as Bella wasn’t glaring at me I could care less. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours my love?” I pulled myself out of my memories and met the warm, brown eyes of my mate. MY Jacob. “Just thinking about how the Cullens and the pack are getting along.” I said, trying to contain my smile at Jacob running his hand through my ginger locks. “Yeah, we’ve come a long way. And, It’s ALL thanks to you, my ginger prince.” I couldn't Keep my smile back anymore. I opened my mouth to reply when My phone chimed with a text. It was edward. “It’s Edward. He wants the entire pack at the hose ASAP.” I said with a sigh. There goes my peaceful Saturday.

I sat in the Cullens living room some thirty minutes later. I smiled at Roslie who had gone to the Starbucks and gotten coffee for the non-immortals of those who had been gathered. I smiled as I was handed my iced caramel frappuccino. I thanked Rose and tried to pay her back but she simply stated that she and her family were richer than Bill gates and I quickly put my wallet back. Noticed a tension among the Cullens. Something was wrong and I could feel it. It was hard to not notice Carlisle, Edward and Bella missing. Edward came down the stairs and I smiled at him. He was like a friend, a grandfather and father rolled up into one. My smile quickly died on my lips as I saw the murderous look on his face. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping at the pure tetrad in Edward’s eyes. Esme being the mother she immediately rushed to sit down next to me.

“I’m sorry I scared you Justin.” Edward said, softly but his voice still held anger and I felt pity for the fool who pissed the oldest of the Cullen kids. “I’m sorry to call all of you here this early in the morning on the weekend but something has happened that has threatened Justin’s safety.” I didn’t even shiver at the pack’s growls. By this point it touched me that they would protect me. “You may have noticed Carlisle and Bella are not among us. That is because Carlisle is with Bella in his office yelling at her.” It was a shock to hear that Carlsile was yelling at anyone let alone Bella. “Justin, Before I continue I’d like to apologize for my girlfriend’s behavior.” At this point I was confused as Hell. “What behavior?” I asked, confused.

“Justin, there is no easy way to tell you this but Bella outed you as Bisexaul and your abuse.” I didn’t listen to who said it. All I could feel was my heart shattering. I fought for so long to keep those two things a secret. And to have someone that knew every, Single, detail, betray me like that? I felt rage and sadness to an extreme degree. “That’s not all though.” I looked up to see Edward kneeled in front of me. Jacob was being restrained by Emmett. “She took one of your sweatshirts and left it for Victoria to find.” I felt the entire pack’s rage. I felt pissed. I felt trapped. I was on my feet before I could register what I was doing. Before I could think about what I was doing I was running out the back patio and through the woods. I didn’t hear the pack shouting for me. I didn’t hear Jacob shouting for me. I just ran. I only stopped when I came to a clearing.

I was breathing hard at this point. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I let a primal scream into the air. I could feel myself getting hot. It was as if someone was taking a jackhammer to my bones. I tried to stop it. I tried to figure out what’s going on. I did the only thing I could. “JACOB- AWOOOOO!!!” Before I could realize what happened I was staring at red paws. I could feel fur all around my body. I could even feel a- It can't be…yep. I have a tail. I could hear Jacob and the rest of the pack yelling for me as I shifted back. I don’t know how I knew how to do it but I did. Before I could single them. I Felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I turned around thinking It was one of the Cullens but when I turned around, I didn’t see a warm smile and amber eyes. I saw an evil smile and red eyes. They were attached to a woman with red hair. I don’t know why but I felt a fear that I haven’t felt since my uncle died. There was only one person that could raise that kind of fear in me.

And that’s when I realize how fucked I was. It was Victoria.

#twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight x male oc #jacob black #jacob black x self insert

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kasper-n-lulu · 2 years

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school fight

(TW: fighting, swearing, blood, bruises mention) (btw reader and eddie are 15) (also this is a mordern day lol) (Billy is also one of the bullys in this fic)

You sit under the same tree like you did every day at lunch, you watched as other kids played with their friends, while you had none. People thought you were a freak, the way you dressed in baggy clothes always being black or some shade of a dark colour.

"freak!" some girl shouted walking over to you, the girl had her friends following behind all three of them having dirty grins.

"This afternoon me, you out the front of school" she wanted to fight you.

"Uhhh no thanks" you smiled coly getting up from your crouched position and walked off unbothered by their presence, at the end of the day you walked out of school passing the large crowd of students jamming the hall discussing something about a sleep over or a boy they liked. You walked outside the building to see the group of girls, they all looked pissed as well.

"C'mon bitch! fight me!" she put her hands up and balled them into fists, you sighed and put your bag down openeing your arms. They all stared for a moment conused when you broke the silence.

"C'mon get it over with I have shit to do" you breathed in, they all smirked and got closer, one girl went to throw a punch but you ducked cleverly. "You think you're smart huh?" she growled as she brought her hand back, "yeah pretty much" you shrugged.

While you mocked the girl one of them snuck behind you putting you in a head lock, you gagged and fought for air as she had a tight grip. The teachers just wanted to get home considering it was a friday, they either wanted to drink their weeks stress away or lounge around at home, so they rushed past the commotion.

"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT,FIGHT!" a crowd of students gathered around chanting the word over and over. One of the girls started punching your stomach hitting harder every punch. The pain was getting unbearable and the fact you were being chocked didn't ease it you had a snow pale face.

"What's wrong *grunt* Anderson huh? thought *grunt* you were tough!" she threw a hit in between every word, you felt limp you couldn't take it.

She soon swung to your face, getting you square in the nose, then mouth "hahaha! you really do look like a freak huh?!" she pulled back and you were dropped from the head lock, the girl walked over as you laid on your side clutching your stomach.

She lifted her leg back and swung it straight to your stomach over and over, you groaned and wailed as students watched and cheered, while you suffered.

Eddie's POV

"Good job guys!" I waved to my band group and walked outside only to see half the school chanting and cheering all crowed around some people. I walked over past some people quick to apologise quick to get to the front. Once i was there i saw three girls beating up another one alot of people told me she was a freak and to not hang out with her. I saw her bashed state and panic flew through me, i quickly ran in to block the girl from kicking her stomach, "hey! leave her now!" I got nervous with all the eyes on me.

"Go on, leave." I stayed as calm as I could, they all groaned walking off leaving the girl on the floor, I could her some people sniker at her ruined state.

Billy walked up to her and started spitting mean comments, stuff like:

"it's always the freak that gets it haha"

"out of all honesty you deserved it"

"worthless"

It made my blood boil and my heart hurt seeing how pwople treated her. "Leave her the fuck alone Billy!" i walked over to him pushing his shoulders. He left with a scowl, I walked back over to the girl and picked her up also grabbing her bag. I took her back to mine since my uncle was working really late tonight.

"Uhhh thanks for that"

thats all folks for now i will continue this idk but ignore my shitty grammar

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Ice Wife - part 4

Part 3

@deepprincesstraveler The group learn where Y/n has fled when a talking snowman shows up at the gates of Winterfell after the battle against the Night King.

Jaime's POV

Tyrion stands beside me after we watched all the dead bodies dead from the battle against the Night King burn. I'd left King's Landing after seeing Y/n's letter. I haven't been able to find her for months. I partially know why she left. After losing her sister and Tyrion it hurt her. I couldn't protect her while I was away in Dorne only to lose Myrcella who was the only one that knew I was their father. "Her letter makes sense. Her old and new family having to leave her." He speaks rereading the letter I had in my pocket as a way to keep her close during the fight.

A few weeks is all it took for me to fall for her. Like I knew her for my life whole. She's gentleral then Cersei. She's too gentle for our world. Being in the Kingsguard seemed like what I always wanted...until I met her. "Daenerys could go searching on her dragon if you want. It'd be faster than men on horseback." My brother suggested knowing everyone is pretty drained from battle.

Shacking my head no I explained. "No. It wouldn't work. Y/n didn't even say if she's still in Westeros. For all we know she could be-" A guard of Sansa's interrupted. "I'm sorry gentlemen but there's a creature at the gates. Saying he has news on a Ice Stark." Tyrion and I both stare at each other exclaiming. "Y/n!"

Rushing to the gates of Winterfell we see Sansa, Brienne and Bronn waiting for us. Jon was off somewhere with the dragon queen discussing how to help her sit on the Iron Throne. Sansa ordered to the guards. "Open the gate!' The gate slowly rises for me to squint my eyes having difficulty seeing what is coming towards us. What could it be.

The creature finally came into focus for me to see it's as tall as Tyrion. But it's in no way human. It's made of snow. "Hi everyone, I'm Snowy." He waves with his stick arms and a carrot nose. Flickering my gaze to Brienne and Bronn they're both confused as I am. "Hello like friend. I'm Tyrion. You told some men you had information on a Ice Stark. Is that right?" My little brother steps up eyeing the creation of snow.

"Yes I do. Ice Stark is the nickname of my creator Y/n." Creator. Her powers are growing. I need to find her now. "Snowy, is she...can you tell us where she is?" I asked stumbling on my words still in shock at a talking snowman. "Oh yes golden hand. She's farther from her. Living near this giant ice wall."

Sansa heads for the castle not wanting to waste time. "She's at Castle Black. Let's saddle horses and ride before nightfall." Brienne and Bronn followed the current lady of Winterfell. My gaze falls to my brother playfully joking with him. "I guess you'll get to see the wall after all." He smirks lightly handing Y/n's letter back. "To piss off the edge of the wall and you'll be reunited with the true love of your life."

Y/n's POV

Opening my balcony doors of the ice castle I created 6 months ago I see the wall out beside me in the far distance. Snowy, a snowman I created to keep the baby dragons company while I go to Castle Black for food had left to go explore. Once the castle got abandoned a few weeks ago for some reason. Silence fills the ice walls around me while I wear a winter cloak with ice crystals designed into it. My grey and red dress from Kings Landing the same. I've put my hair down with some little braids decorated with ice clips. My grey gloves now discarded forever.

"Y/n I found friends!" Snowy's high pitched voice met my ears. My dragon children who have grown half their size since being born fly beside me. Slowly I hide behind a ice column seeing my snowman bring in 5 figures. I haven't had much interaction with people except men of the Nights Watch. Plus Snowy's only interaction besides me are the dragons so he very well could've brought in enemies. One of the figures looked familiar just by their height, a dwarfs. Tyrion just maybe. If he'd survived once escaping King's Landing.

Footsteps crunch on the ice slightly sliding into the staircase railing. A loud clank is heard like metal. Peaking my head out I see a set of eyes staring at me, but the voice I instantly recognize. "Y/n, it's me. I'm here now. I'll keep you safe." Jaime, my Jaime. Resting my hands on my swollen pregnant belly I reveal myself from hiding. Everyone except for Snowy gasps as the dragons fly down to them playfully shrieking. My eyes poured into his green eyes seeing tears welling up. Tell me I'm not dreaming this.

I walk down the stairs no problem meeting him on the flat ice floor. "Jaime I know what you're gonna say. But it was the only way I could protect myself-" He cuts me off wrapping me in a bone crushing hug. My arms go around his neck feeling his fur cloak brush against mine. We cling to one another both believing we'd never see the other again. He slightly pulls away cupping my face in his gloved left hand, tears starting to slip. "You have nothing to apologize for my love. Running was the best thing you could've done." He brushes his thumb over my cheek. "God you are just as beautiful since the last time I saw you. I've missed you, Y/n...so much."

"And I you, Jaime Lannister. This..." I trailed off messing with his bearded chin. "I like this. It looks good on you." He lightly smiled seeing my eyes stay locked with his until Tyrion comes forward eyeing my belly. "Sorry to interrupt this lovely moment. But as your best friend I have to ask. Are you pregnant?" Jaime slightly pulled away seeing my belly bigger. His eyes flicker to mine with his hands resting gently on it. "It's yours. I found out the night I left."

He immediately kisses me deeply. My arms go around his neck again kissing back with the same passion until we need air. "I love you." He breathes resting his forehead to mine. I smile back at him. "I love you too." Sansa comes rushing up to gently hug me and I hug my sister happily. "I've missed you sister. I can't believe I'm gonna be an aunt. I'm so hoping it's a girl."

Tyrion throws his arms out jokingly. "What no hug for your best friend?" Shacking my head with a huge grin I bend down to him hugging him tightly for a moment. Once we break I point out the similarity. "The 'Kingayer brothers' both with beards." He points his index finger at me grinning. "I knew I liked her for a reason. She gets my sense of humor." Jaime snickered a chuckle to his younger brother.

Bronn stepped up smiling with a woman I don't know. "Y/n. This is Brienne. Sent by our mother to protect us." I nod my head smiling as Eddarion flies to land on my shoulder. "This is Eddarion after father." I point my finger out to Frostine who shrieks at Sansa who plays with her. "She's named Frostine." Saphiar jumped up on Jaime's right arm trying to freeze his golden hand by opening her mouth, showing ice trying to come out. "Saphiar down girl. That's your daddy!" I snapped causing her to drop to the ice floor. Jaime and I stare at each other but his smiles grew at hearing the name daddy coming from my lips, referring that he'll actually have legitimate children.

"My ladies, we should be heading back. It'll be nightfall before we reach home." Brienne informed us as Snowy tries messing with her sword. "Snowy, can you rangle up your siblings?" I question making him throw his arms open for all three dragons to tackle him. "Come here girls!" Tyrion follows Bronn out the door with Sansa helping Snowy outside. Jaime eyes me as I slowly turn around looking at my home creation that I've had for 6 months. I know I'm not ready to go back to Kings Landing. "What's wrong, darling?"

Running my hands through my hair I sigh uneasy. "I'm not ready to face the pit that is Kings Landing. I'm not ready to face your sister. I don't know where my home is anymore." He gently wraps his arms around me pulling me into his chest. "We'll have to go back to help the dragon queen Daenerys take the Iron Throne. But you don't have to worry about any of that because...you're home is with me." He tilts my head up to his so he can plant a kiss to my forehead.

"Wherever you are is where I'll be. I am yours and you are mine, Jaime Lannister." I pull his lips gently down to mine running a hand through his short blonde locks. "And I am yours and you are mine, always Y/n Stark." He kisses me one more time before we went outside climbing on our horses with the others. I knew whatever direction we went I'd be safe. As long as I'm with Sansa, Jaime, Tyrion, Bronn and Brienne. My family will always protect me.

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Miracle On 37th Street

Summary: Time doesn’t heal all wounds, sometimes it just drives them into our bones and festers there, until forgiveness is a four letter word, and it’s to late for second chances.

Part two of: Merry Christmas Sweetheart

Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of past heartbreak, multiple viewpoints, I think that’s about everything for this one. It’s pretty much flooff lol.

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo and also for @deanwanddamons 2k celebration! Congrats again hun!

Square Field: Coming Home For Christmas

Prompte: You had me at hello

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2802

A/N: This fic was beta’d by the lovely @miss-nerd95! Thanks again love!! Also fun fact. There really is a 37th street they deck out in Austin, Texas every year for Christmas. It’s pretty awesome, look it up. Please don’t copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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Jensen’s POV:

To say that sleep had evaded Jensen was an understatement. All he could think about was you and the hurt in your eyes when you turned away from him for the very last time, and stepped out into the cold. It haunted him. Seeping into his subconscious, and turning into nightmares of blinding snow, and him calling your name, but never being able to find you, you were always just out of reach.

At around three in the morning he’d given up on sleeping all together and decided it was time to revisit the bottle of perfectly aged Royal Salute he kept for nights just like this. He did note that he’d been seeing this particular friend a lot more since him and Danneel decided it was time to stop fooling themselves and move on to at least try and be happy; but he was way too stressed and heartbroken to worry about his drinking habits right now.

A quick glance outside his bedroom window told him that there was no way in hell you were flying out to New York before Christmas. It had to be the biggest snow storm Austin had seen in years, and he knew for sure all flights were probably gonna be grounded well after next year began.

He didn’t know what the hell he expected of you. Why did he think that you'd just fall at his feet after over 10 years of him being a dick and rubbing his marriage directly on your wounds? Fat chance. You were stronger than that, always were stronger than he was. He was a coward when he ran from his feelings all those years ago, and he was still a coward now, hiding three glasses deep in his whiskey and alone.

He couldn’t let you go back to New York without telling how he really felt for what felt like the millionth time in a row, it would kill him. He had hoped placing the little box on Steve’s door step would be enough. That you’d find it, and maybe you’d see how serious he was. Sitting here without anyone around, now he knew that was just a shot in the dark, so he picked up his phone and tried to call Steve to retrieve it for him, but his phone just went to voicemail.

That started a whole new set of worries for Jensen. What if you were with Steve? What if you had gone to bed with him? Seeking comfort from a long standing friend that you were never able to get from him?

“Goddammit!” Jensen yelled to the echoing and empty room around him, throwing his phone across the room before running his fingers through his hair harshly, trying to literally pull the cruel images his mind had placed there of you and his best friend together out by the roots.

He had to go get that ring. If you saw it, it would only make things worse either with you and him or for you and Steve. It was a heartbroken and desperate move that he shouldn’t have made, he should've known better than that. He wasn’t drunk, and it wasn't like anyone would be on the streets in this weather. It was very unlikely for whatever the reason that the two of you were awake still, and it wasn’t like Steve lived that far from him.

Grabbing his coat and boats Jensen raced to the car through the cold, still steadily falling snow, scrapping the window as quickly as he could, and sliding inside to start the heater so that he could defrost the window enough to back out onto the ice and snow covered road.

Once he was inside the safety of the car with the heater and defrost going full blast he saw something as he backed out onto the street that made him halt his movements. The small star christmas lights that were hanging on the pole that the town workers placed every year twinkled at him like a small little beacon of hope against the falling snow. It hit him then, the perfect plan to get you talk to him. The time he couldn't mess this up. This was his last chance. Step one was to go get those rings before either Steve or your found them. Then he’d set the rest up in the morning.

Readers POV:

“Steve, it’s cold out here. Why the sudden interest in Christmas lights?” you whined at your friend as he pulled you from the warmth of the car, and started to walk down the crowded street through the mass of people heading towards Austin’s main Christmas attraction. The lights on 34th street.

You couldn’t deny it was beautiful, and something you hadn’t seen in person in a decade or so, but right now you just weren’t in the mood. You’d spent most of last night pissed at Steve for letting Jensen pick you up from the airport when he damn well knew why you left for New York in the first place, and two-seeing hurt you caused in the green eyes you loved as you slammed the car door in his face before going into Steve’s house had not given you the feelings of acceptance, revenge and that you could finally move on that you had hoped for.

After you had ripped Steve a new one and drank enough alcohol between the two of you to numb you broken and bleeding heart a little, you had decided to just fly home and cancel your interview with the client that had yet to return your calls since you landed in Austin; only to find out that there would be no flights out of any of the local airports until after the New Year. Texas just wasn’t used to this kind of weather, and it had effectively put you home for Christmas for the first time in years, whether you wanted to be here or not.

“Come on, it’s the first year you’ve been actually home for Christmas in over a decade Y/N, it will be fun, you used to love going to look at the Christmas lights on 37th Street.”

You grumbled under your breath as Steve lead you to the little street booth that was set up to sell hot chocolate and cookies, letting him buy you a warm drink to help fight against the bitter cold before leading you to sit down at one of the little tables a little further away from everyone else on the street.

“Wait here, I’ve got to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back,” he said once you were settled, disappearing before you could argue about being left here alone amongst the bustling crowd of strangers. You glare at his retreating back and curse his bladder before looking down into your steaming cup of hot chocolate, taking a sip of the warm liquid and humming at the hot, sweetness as it hits your taste buds.

The street was beautiful. There were twinkling lights and decorations everywhere, it looked a little bit like a little piece of the North Pole had dropped itself right down in the middle of Texas. You had forgotten how nice it was this time of year around here. The little shops on full decorated display, and everyone seemed to just about know everyone by name, almost like in the movies that play on those crappy hallmark channels. It was sweet, and even if you were hell bent on avoiding it due to a certain someone, it was still home. This was the first time you’d missed the simpler, slower pace in a long time. You didn’t know if it was the nostalgia in the air or if it was the season itself, but this was the closest you had felt to at home in years.

“This seat taken?” A deep, smooth baritone voice asked from across the table, and your eyes met the green gaze that had been haunting you like an old ghost of your past all night long, that wounded look which tugged at your heart strings buried not so deep under the surface of his soft gaze.

“No,” you answer shortly, afraid to see those pathetic eyes that he’d given you when you left him last night.

Jensen gave you a stiff smile and slid into the seat across the small table. Looking around at the passing people who seemed to all but ignore their local celebrity like seeing him was just another Tuesday for them.

“It’s beautiful down here this time of year isn’t it?” he asked, eyes shifting over the glittering sparkling decorations that were still hung with a small bit of snow that lingered on them, only making them shine brighter against the night sky.

“What do you want Jensen,” you asked him, cutting right to the point. “I was pretty sure we said all we had to say to each other yesterday.”

Jensen sat up a little straighter in his seat, and looked down at his hands that were folded on the table in front of him before meeting your gaze again.

“That’s just it, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft but scared all the same, letting all his emotions be out on full display for you to see. Not hiding anything at all. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it open and honest for the first time in his life, no matter how much that scared him. “You said a lot, and what you said was valid, but sweetheart I still have a lot I need you to hear.”

You swallowed around the lump of nothing in your throat, but didn’t trust your voice to work, so you just stared at him and waited. Not getting a response out of you, Jensen sat up a little straighter and dug around in his pocket, pulling out a small, neatly wrapped box and sliding it across the table at you.

You stared at it suspiciously before meeting his gaze wearily.

“You wanted to give me a present?” you ask him a little dumbfounded and he chuckled darkly before sitting back and shoving his hands into his pockets, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yeah, you can say that,” he said, guestering for you to open it with a nod of his head.

Slowly, hesitatingly you picked up the box with shaking hands and began to unwrap it by pulling the little ribbon on top carefully before removing the lid. Inside lay two wedding rings, a broader and bigger one which was definitely for a man and another a gorgeous feminine wedding ring.

You looked up at him in confusion before taking the small, golden band in your hand and turning it, reflections of the twinkling lights above you making it shine.

“Jensen, I don’t understand,” you tell him honestly, and this time when you met his gaze there were tears there, burning his eyes a little redder just below the surface that he wouldn’t allow to fall. You swore your heart broke all over again.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” he said, his voice deeper and rougher than you were used to. You just sat there in silence sensing there was a lot more to this story.

“I hurt you. I did you as wrong as I could go, and I’m really sorry. I used you as a safety net, knowing damn good and well what you felt for me, but I was to afraid of the way you made me feel to ever act on what I should have and instead listen to people that didn’t know shit; people that said she’d be a better fit than you for me.”

Realization hit you, along with a flood of tears that seemed to fall of their own free will as you dropped Jensen’s wedding band into the box and sat it down in the middle of the table as if it were on fire. “Jensen I…”

“Baby please let me finish. Then you can tell me to go to hell, or fuck off for good, but let me do this,” he cut you and you bit down hard on your lip as his own tears started to fall down his perfect face. “Before you even say it, no, you were not the reason I left Danneel. She and I were not good for each other, we were both unhappy, and we both deserved to have something better. She didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did I.”

You nod to show him that you understood, even if your head was reeling like you were drunk . You could just sense he needed the encouragement to keep going, and you saw him breath a small sigh of relief before he continued.

“I tried to love her, I swear I did, but no matter what I did or how hard I tried it always came back to you. You may not realize it, maybe I hid it too well, but sweetheart you had me at hello. You asked me last night if I missed you at the altar, and through all these years of milestones I shared with someone else, or even when I was with her. Baby girl, you were always my first thought in the morning and the last one I had before I went to sleep at night.”

Jensen moved his chair a bit closer to you, taking your hand in his and holding your gaze.

“The night you left I damn near drank myself to death, and I couldn’t even tell Danneel why. She deserves someone who could give her their whole heart. Mine always belonged to you sweetheart. I know I'm asking for a lot, but if you’d let me, I want to try and make up for all these years I’ve wasted. Years I should have given to you. I loved you then, Y/N, and I still do. Now if you can look at me and tell me you feel nothing for me anymore and walk away I wont try and contact you again, but baby please, please let me do now what I should have done all those years ago. I wanna be yours, if you'll have me.”

You stared at him in complete disbelief for a moment as your mind tried to wrap around his confession. You were numb, but this time not from heartbreak, but shock. You never knew. He’d hidden it all so well. You never knew he had feelings for you at all, and now here he was, asking for a chance. Something you had never even let yourself dream that would happen, and all you could do was cry and he made his way to his knees in the cold snow in front of you, tears of his own falling freely down his wretchedly beautiful face.

“Please sweetheart, I know this is overwhelming. I know it’s a lot to process, but baby, I’m not above begging, not when it comes to you. Say something. I was the client you were supposed to meet. I was trying to get you down here to me so I could ask for another chance with you. I’m putting everything I have on the line for you here, and it’s all for you. Please”

His eyes showed years of hurt that you were all so familiar with, and all you could do was shake your head and say, “okay.”

It was all he seemed to need, standing to his feet in front of you, he pulled you up to him, lips meeting yours for the very first time in all the years you had known each other. It was deep, and held so much feeling that it knocked you breathless for a moment. When he pulled away from you, Steve was standing next to you two with a smirk on his face and his arms folded across his chest.

“About goddamn time,” he said, smiling at the two of you, you still nestled in Jensen’s strong embrace as snow started to flurry around you again. This time though it didn’t feel quite as cold.

“He’s got a lot of making up to do,” you tell Steve, looking up to meet Jensen's soft stare. He looked as if a weight had been removed from his shoulders, and you could have sworn he looked years younger standing there in front of you.

“Baby, I look forward to it, won't let you down now” he told you, brushing his lips against your own once more, sealing a promise of forever, and renewing your faith that miracles did happen, even in the most unexpected place, and even when we think that they never will.

You just have to keep your eyes, ears and heart open.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Home Bound (Part 3)

Summary: Dean has finally moved out with Sam to Lawrence and is beginning to move on for himself when a chance coincidence changes everything for him...

Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, angst, injury, mention of character death, mourning, supernatural events

A/N: Written entirely in Dean’s POV. Enjoy the final part!

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Two Months Later

“Hey,” I said, popping into the kitchen in Lawrence to see Sam and Eileen both eating greasy breakfasts. “Hangover?”

Eileen nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, Sam giving me a careful look. We’d only moved out the week before and he was still watching my every move carefully.

“A bit. We got plenty of bacon left over,” said Sam.

“Nah. I’m gonna run into town and get some coffee, see if I can find out if any garages or construction crews are hiring,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be gone more than a few hours. Want me to pick up anything?” I asked. They shook their heads and I grabbed my keys from the front table. Sam stood up as I put on my jacket and I watched him from down the hall. “Yeah?”

“There’s a garage over on Henderson. Small place. They got an opening,” he said.

“I’ll check it out,” I said. “I’ll be back by lunch.”

Ten minutes later I was parked on a side street and walking along main, hands in my black winter coat Samson had shipped back to me. Sammy had been right on that front. Back when the leviathans were trouncing around with our faces on, his parents had shown him that was the Winchester boy apparently. He said his sister was doing good and he was planning to come out soon to get to know her again. They talked most days and she was staying with her parents, not too terribly far away. He had a sneaking suspicion that she’d snapped and killed the man that took her but the evidence pointed to a home intruder that had hit her on the head and that’s what was causing the memory loss.

I told him I’d look into it if he wanted but at the moment he was simply happy to have her safe again. And that I was keeping the coat.

At least I’d convinced him to let me buy him a drink when he did come out for a visit.

I tugged up my collar as a light snow filtered down on the March day and spotted the coffee shop that apparently had the best pie in town. God, I hadn’t had pie in months and I was so looking forward to bringing some home.

It was around nine so the morning rush was gone when I stepped inside, the little bell going off. A few people were eating pastries and sipping on drinks at the tables but there was no line and I walked right up to the counter, taking a look to find something called cinnamon death pie on the menu. Well that was definitely on the list.

“What can I get you?” asked the girl in the baseball cap, her back to me as she wiped up some spilled coffee from the back counter. The voice sounded so familiar and I stared at her, looking her over. She stood and turned around with a smile, my eyes wide. “Coffee? Baked good? It’s all fresh.”

“Y/N?” I said and she smiled again.

“That’s what my name tag says. Wow, you are really attractive,” she said. I kept staring and she shook her head. “I’m sorry, that was...what can I get you?”

“Dean. It’s Dean,” I said. She grabbed an empty cup and jotted down my name at the top, glancing at me. She looked happy and warm and she had no idea who I was. “Um. Black coffee. I’ll take a blueberry and cinnamon death pie to go too.”

“Full pies each?” she asked, marking off the cup.

“Yeah,” I said with a thick swallow.

“The death pie is the bomb. It’s so good on cold wet days like today,” she said. She put in the order and I watched her get my coffee together. Someone brought out two boxed pies in a bag and set it on the front counter. She brought back the coffee and hummed. “Alright. That’ll be fifteen dollars even.”

“Thanks,” I said, handing out the money. I stuffed a fifty in the tip jar and her jaw practically dropped.

“Sir, that’s too much.”

“Take it. Go to school. Buy a house. Go on vacation. Just...be happy,” I said. I grabbed my things and left, ducking out the front door. I skirted around to the alley and leaned against the brick. “Fuck.”

“Dean,” she said. She was standing there in her waist apron and a t shirt, getting soaked and goosebumps covering her arms.

“Just take the tip,” I said, trying to head down the alley when she caught up and grabbed my arm.

“Before...I thought you knew who I was. You know, the Whiltiston girl that was kidnapped,” she said.

“What?” I said.

“I know. But...you ever just meet someone and you just have a connection? Some part of you just knows that’s the one? I know I sound nuts but the way you looked at me back there...maybe you understand what I mean,” she said.

Shit. Fucking shit. Exactly what I wanted was right in front me. When I’d finally, finally, just started to have a glimmer of not feeling like crap all the time. My first day out and of course she’s there all happy with a real family and having no idea all the horrible things she’d been through. I’d have to push her away and fast.

“Lady. You’re nuts,” I said. She frowned and bit the inside of her cheek like she did when she was upset and didn’t want anyone to know.

“I know it sounds crazy but you sounded like you knew me or something. I don’t know. I just want to talk to you for five minutes. Please. I don’t remember a lot of stuff so well. I do but there’s all these gaps. It’s like I know you. I don’t but I do. Do you understand?”

Her shirt was soaked through now and she was shaking a bit. I’d have to be mean if I wanted her gone, wanted her to forget the fuck about me.

“No,” I said, stepping up and getting right in her face. “I think you’re crazy. I don’t blame you for whatever it was that you went through but that’s not how the real world is. You’re delusional and you need serious help.”

Her eyes watered a bit and she swallowed.

“I am not crazy. I have head trauma but I am sane. I don’t even show signs of PTSD that’s how little I remember of whatever was done to me. You’re just a cruel person who wants everyone else to be as miserable as you are.”

“Fuck you,” I said. She glared at me and I knew I’d made a mistake. She was still upset but now she was pissed and for Y/N that meant no backing down. “Listen. I-”

She grabbed my collar and kissed me. Hard. After a split second it softened and she moved away, staring at me. I blinked and then she was pounding her fist against my chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! You were just gonna leave me here!” she said, hitting me a few times before she was kissing me again. She slid her hand down and rested her head against me, taking deep breaths. “Dean Winchester I could kick your ass right now.”

“You remember?” I asked. She nodded and looked at me. I squeezed her way too tight, hearing the gasp of air escape her as I picked her up. I set her down after a moment, shaking my head at her.

“How…” I said and she smiled.

“You know my evil parents? Apparently the witch that gave them those powers or taught them at least...she put a little curse on them. If they used their powers to harm a child and that child died before them, they’d die not too long after. A few months was all. When my old piece of shit father croaked, I came back very confused. We know that witch, De. Red head. Queen of Hell. We might be friends with her and she always was leery of people hurting kids I guess so Ro had my back I guess. I think she did magic so I wouldn’t say anything on accident to the cops.”

“So you’re okay?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m livid with you for nearly walking away from me but I’ll get over it,” she said. She shivered and I set the bag and coffee down on the ground, taking off my jacket and tugging it over her. “I like your coat.”

“Your brother gave it to me.”

“You know Sunny?” you asked. I cocked my head and she smiled. “Samson? We call him Sunny cause son.”

“Yeah. He picked me up when I woke up in the middle of Colorado. We never did quite figure out why I came back or why there.”

“It’s not a coincidence my brother was the one who happened to find you,” she said.

“No, I don’t think so either.”

“When did you come back?”

“January 8th, about midnight. I had a dislocated shoulder.”

“I dislocated my shoulder that night. I slipped on some ice when I was coming home from a late dinner with my parents. You know it took the fake dad two months to die after I had. January 8th was two months exactly after I came back.”

“You think I came back because you did?”

“I don’t know. Apparently I can still tell you’re my person even with no memories. It’s sounding more likely. We can always ask Rowenna.”

“Yes, dearie,” she said, suddenly beside us both. Y/N jumped into my side and I wrapped my arms around her. “Sorry. If I’d known...I’m a different witch now. You’re both fine. You could have called though Winchester and I would have cleared this up. Also, that smells delicious and I’m taking it.”

She bent down and took the pies before disappearing, Y/N starting to giggle.

“She took my pie!” I said.

“She did kind of bring us both back,” said Y/N. “Come on. I’ll get you some more.”

She grabbed my hand and walked me back inside, ducking behind the counter in the back. Ten minutes later she walked out with three pie boxes, her coat on and mine tucked under her arm.

“I told them I’m not feeling well,” she said, handing me the coat. I put it on and took the bag in one hand, using the other to take her hand. We walked down the street aways until we got back to Baby and she slid in the passenger seat. “There’s forks in the bag too.”

“Come here,” I said as I sat down behind the wheel, setting the bag in the back for the moment. I moved over and pulled her into my lap, brushing off a bit of melting snow from her cheek. “Don’t go away again.”

“You were ready to walk away not ten minutes ago.”

“Because I thought you’d be better off not knowing about everything you’d been through,” I said. She smiled, that soft little smile that always made me feel better.

“Some parts were bad. But it wasn’t all terrible. Some parts were really, really good,” she said. She kissed my cheek and bumped her nose to mine. “I’ll take it all if it means I get to love you again. I don’t want to ever forget that I love you, Dean.”

“Me either,” I said, holding onto her tight. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do now but you’re not going anywhere.”

“Good,” she said. She was quiet, tucking her face in my neck and I smiled for the first time in months. She was happy and safe and mine again. “Want to drive to the park and eat pie in the backseat like we used to on rainy days?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart. That sounds like the best day ever. I’m so happy you came home to me.”

“Me too, Dean. Me too.”

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Title: Anything and Everything

Link: On AO3

Square Filled: Tongue Fucking

Pairing: Dean Winchester/YN

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fingering, Oral Sex (M/F), Tongue Fucking, Squirting, Unprotected Sex (seriously, just be safe), Marijuana, mention of prescription narcotic.

WC: 8,290

Created For @spnkinkbingo

A/N: Well...this escalated quickly! The story is told in alternating POV between Dean and Reader - Reader’s is regular text, Dean’s is italicized. I debated on splitting this into parts due to the word length, but...well, I’m impatient, and I’m really excited to share this with all of you! Plus, I think it flows better if it’s read all in one sitting 😉

This fic is dedicated to @fangirlxwritesx67 - remember that drabble prompt you sent me like, two months ago, that was Dean and reader laying on a comfortable floor, listening to music, and he starts playing with her hair, and they have a first kiss? Well, here’s your drabble 😄 Thank you for the inspiration!

And thank you everyone for reading! Drop me a line, let me know what you think - I love hearing from you ❤ ~Sarah

(’Lay Lady Lay’ music and lyrics © Bob Dylan, 1969)

I set a kettle on the stove to boil.

Thank god Donna has this place, and thank god that we were so close. We’ve been here for days now, nursing our wounds: Sam had a bruised rib and a nasty gash on his torso. Dean had a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. I'd been flung against a wall - I don’t remember much because I'd been knocked out hard, unconscious for hours - but by some miracle managed to come out of it with only a few ugly bruises and a migraine. Not our worst injuries by a longshot, but we’d figured since we had a home base, we may as well take advantage of it. We’d packed up yesterday, planning on heading out this morning, but an incoming snowstorm kept us from venturing out - it was half a day's drive, and even Dean couldn’t deny that the Impala doesn’t handle best on icy roads.

I like it here. It’s so quiet. And dark. No sirens or traffic, no various and questionable motel noises. No glare of city lights marring the night sky. The only light outside is coming from the moon, the only sounds are the ones I make. I look out the window, wondering when the storm will move in - the moon is full, its brightness gleaming off acres of driven snow that glints and glimmers against an indigo sky. Normally, a stillness like this is a warning, a silence this pure a screaming harbinger - but I don’t feel any threat here. No forebodings, no gut-nettling intuitions.

It’s peaceful. I’m peaceful. If I ever leave this life behind me, if I’m lucky enough to dodge all the bullets and claws and teeth and blades, I’ll settle somewhere up here, find a small house on a lake that’s tucked away from the rest of the world. He’d love that. And we could just be, live out our days and years together, work stupid pedestrian jobs to pay stupid everyday bills. I’ll plant a garden and he can restore classic cars while we raise a family and just...live...

The kettle sings and hisses, and outside, snow begins to fall in fat, feathery clusters. I pour the boiling water into a handmade, slightly lopsided clay mug that proudly proclaims “I Love Auntie Donna” in a childish script, dip and drown my tea bag, and shuffle back to my spot in the living room - my little nest in a gorgeous, hand-crafted rocking chair next to the fireplace. Donna told me her grandfather had made it, and every time I look at it, it astounds me that another human being created something so beautiful with his bare hands. Every nitch, nock, and spindle carefully considered and meticulously carved. Some of the stain has faded, and patches of lacquer have dulled, but that only adds to its beauty - you can tell this chair was loved.

The fire I’d built earlier is down to embers. I sit and stare into the blazing coals, sipping chamomile and scrying for answers to questions I don’t know. The room is warm, but I need something over my shoulders, need the weight of something wrapped around me. There’s a flannel draped over the back of the rocking chair...one of Dean’s flannels. And it’s my favorite of his, the dark red one that brings out his freckles and the deep jade of his eyes. I take it and slip my arms through the sleeves. It smells like him...like whiskey and wintergreen, leather and cotton, copper and cordite...

I catch myself before I start to fall too far. I need to pack up these thoughts and put them away where they belong before they start making me hopeful again.

I used to let myself get lost in them, let myself wander through giddy daydreams and float among sultry fantasies...I’d close my eyes at night and pretend Dean was by my side, just an arms reach away. I’d imagine it was his fingers pumping inside of me instead of mine, hear his voice in my head as I made myself come. Or I’d simply think about spending a day with him - walking through a park in autumn, stargazing on a summer night, cuddling and kissing on a rainy spring day. But after a while, when I’d accidentally found myself in love with him, I’d put all those dreams on the shelf; I'd only take them down when I was at my lowest and loneliest, grasping for a reason to keep going. There were a few times I’d thought about telling him, making a move...but Dean Winchester doesn’t need another complication. None of us do.

~*~

The shitty thing about being used to four hours of sleep is that when I actually get the chance for more, my brain doesn’t get on board. I came up here a couple of hours ago and I can’t seem to keep my eyes closed. Just keep staring at the ceiling and thinking about things I shouldn’t...

I love this place. It’s cold outside and the wind’s howlin’, but it’s damn cozy in here. If Hell ever gets a blast of Minnesota weather - and I can pack it in, leave the life - I’m getting a place like this. Hell, I’d build it myself, make it just the way we want it. We could move out here, where it’s almost backcountry, leave all the bad times behind us. It’s gonna be on a lake though - I’ll get a boat and go fishing all the time, teach our kids all the tricks to hooking the big ones...

Jesus, knock it off, Winchester. Like she’d let you screw up her life more than you already have.

YN's moving around downstairs. I should see what she’s up to, see if she’s feelin’ okay or wants any company...nah, I should just leave her alone. She got her bell rung bad the other day and it scared the shit outta me...I kinda lost it and yelled at her like a total asshole. I don’t get why I do that. Gun to my head, I guess it’s cause it seems simpler that way - rather piss her off and keep her from getting too close, instead of admitting out loud how I feel about her and watch her run for the hills.

She was in and out of it for almost two days, and I’d stayed with her as much as I could, at least till Sam would bark at me to eat or sleep. She’d used herself as bait - again- and I fucking hate it when she puts herself in the line of fire like that. I can’t stand it when she gets hurt, and this last time was...pretty bad. But she’s stubborn as hell, can’t be talked out of anything she’s already set her mind to. Actually thought she was gonna punch me when I got in her face, but I escaped with only a “fuck off, Dean”.

And I suppose those are some of the reasons my dumb ass went and fell ass over tea kettle for her - her grit and her style, the way she can dish it as good she takes it, how she handles either a gun or a blade with this almost unnatural grace... one day, I watched her make salt rounds for an hour and it was one of the most spectacular things I’d ever seen - she was in this total zone, her forehead creased in concentration, and lips mouthing the words to a song I can't hear, growling out the cutest “fuck” or “son of a bitch” if she messed up.

She’s the best part of my day - whether it’s seein’ her all cranky and bleary-eyed in the morning, passed out over a pile of books in the library, or bent over a pool table while she hustles townies - I can’t think of a better sight. And her laugh is goddamn music to ears. Her eyes, her smile...her anything and everything keeps me going. I can be two seconds away from checkin’ out, but one look at her reminds me that it's all worth it, worth every drop of blood, sweat, and tears.

Christ, just thinking about her like this is making my dick twitch. Doesn’t help that she laid in this bed the last few days because I can still smell her. Her perfume or soap or whatever she uses is fucking delicious, a mix of spice and spring flowers and brown sugar that sticks to her skin and practically makes my mouth water, makes me wanna taste her…

Fuck, now I’m hard. I think about jerking off for a minute, but instead I think about that time Cas showed up in my car naked and covered with bees and swing my legs off the bed. No sense in just layin’ here, thinkin’ about things that’ll never happen. I grab my duffel and pull out my flask (not much left in there, maybe two or three shots) and some clothes. Gonna check out the room down the hall that’s got one of those old school record players. Maybe some good tunes will calm me down, get my mind off things. Off of her. I turn to leave but then I remember- there’s a little something in my bag I’ve been hangin' on to. I dig through all my crap and find it in the inside pocket. Awesome. Screw consciousness, I’m gettin’ high.

~*~

I hear footfalls against the ceiling - one of them’s awake. It could be Sam, but I know it’s Dean - I know his stride, his tread. And I also know Sam conceded to the pain and downed an extra dose of Percocet, so he’s all but dead to the world for the next six hours.

We all have problems sleeping, each have our lion’s share of blood-and- gore-laden nightmares, but Dean’s always seem worse. They take a bigger toll on him. He wakes up screaming more often, drenched in a cold sweat with his sheets flung from the bed. Sometimes I hear him shouting in the middle of the night and it breaks my fucking heart.

Maybe I’ll go see if he’s alright, if there’s anything I can do for him... I hope he’s not still pissed at me for what happened on the hunt. Sam told me it was just because I’d scared him, because he cares about me, that it’s just easier for Dean to blow up instead of break down. But dammit I wish he’d open up, just a little. There were a couple of nights he and I had spent just hanging out together, nights where whiskey was flowing and secrets were shared...but right when it seemed like he was going to let me in on what was really going on in his head, he’d stopped himself, drained his glass, and said goodnight.

I know what he’s been through. Or rather, I know of what he's been through. It would be sacrilege for me to even try to begin to empathize. I know about things he’s done, his devils and deeds that are unforgivable in most circles but necessary in ours.

Dean is a good man. Everything he’s done has been a labor of love, a sacrifice. I know he doubts himself constantly and I know he hurts, vehemently and deeply. But if he’d just let me in, if I could love him the way he deserves, I’d do anything and everything I could to take all that pain and somehow dull it. Sometimes I can actually get a smile out of him and it’s one of the most marvelous things I’ve ever seen - when the corners of his green eyes crinkle and his teeth peek out from behind those ridiculously perfect lips...god, it’s beautiful. He is beautiful, inside and out and I wish he could see that.

Now I’m wide awake. My tea’s gone cold, and I’ve spent too much time wallowing in these thoughts that shouldn’t be wallowed in, and I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. I glance out a window and watch the now steadily falling snow, listen to the wind whip and whistle through the frigid night air. Sitting here in the dark alone with all of these thoughts has become too lonely. There’s a room upstairs, a little den with a couple of chairs and one of those huge console record players...I’ll grab that book I’ve been meaning to read and hang out in there, let some music fill the quiet and the story busy my brain.

I take my mug to the kitchen, place it in the sink, and pull Dean’s flannel around me tighter. Hopefully, he won’t mind if I borrow it for the night. This way, I can be close to him without ruining things.

Music echoes down the staircase and I recognize the tune as I get closer to its source. Bob Dylan. Nashville Skyline, I think. Dim, golden light beckons me to follow and leads me to a doorway. I look down and find him lying on the floor, with his ankles crossed, and one arm bent behind his head, blowing a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

“Hey,” I whisper, and he turns his face toward me, looking up at me with mellow eyes and an easygoing smile.

“Hey yourself. Can’t sleep?”

I shake my head. “Thought I’d come in here and check out Donna’s music collection. But I see you had the same idea, so -”

“So? Come on in, stay awhile.” He pats the floor beside him, then holds up the joint fastened between his fingers. “It’d be a lot cooler if you did.”

I should really go, leave him to his own devices, avoid torturing myself. But before reason has any chance to intervene, I find myself lying next to him. He’s more of a drug to me than the smoke I’m sucking through my lips. I want to stay away, I should stay away, but I can’t fucking help myself. So like a good little junkie I give in, tell myself this is no big deal, that I can go back to not thinking about him tomorrow.

~*~

I��m so glad she decided to stay.

I don’t know if it’s the weed or the cold, dark night or what it is, but when I saw her standing there, all I wanted was to just have her near me. Even if all I get to do is hear her voice or just feel her presence next to me...well, I’ll take it. It’s not like this anything new, we’ve hung out like this plenty of times...though it’s times like this when I get so comfortable around her, that I really gotta reign it in and make sure I keep my damn mouth shut. And it never seems to get easier - like right now. She’s humming along to the music, making up her own words here and there and playing air guitar and it’s friggin’ adorable. She really is one in a million and if things were different, I’d hold on to her and never let go.

Somethin’ Sam said a while back pops into my head - somethin’ about finding someone who knows the life - and for a second I think maybe things don’t need to be different. Maybe we could make it work. But then I remember I’m toxic. Even for a hunter I drink too much, have too many fucked up thoughts, done way too many fucked up things. No, she deserves someone good, someone better than me. I can’t even believe she’s stuck around for this long. Sometimes I just look at her and wanna scream, “run”, before she gets hurt. I’ve accepted that I’ll never get the happily ever after but she shouldn’t. She can still get out, have a real life, meet someone who’ll give her everything and make her happy. Never in my life will I be able to give that to anyone - it just ain’t in the cards for me.

Then she looks at me, passes me the joint with this sweet smile, and all those thoughts just fade away. And I wonder - like I wonder almost every night - how her lips would feel against mine.

Sam keeps tellin’ me that I’m an idiot, that she really likes me, that I should go for it. And for a minute, I actually think about it, cause the way she’s lookin’ at me right now is downright incredible - she actually looks happy to be here, with me.

Is she?

Truth is I'm selfish. And a bit of a coward. I'm too afraid to love anyone because I'm too afraid to lose them. Everyone I've ever lost took a piece of me with them and I ain't got much left. If anything ever happened to YN, I’d be done. She’d take the last of me.

I’m feelin’ a little goofy. Not stoned or anything, but definitely running out of fucks to give. Then I glance at her and notice she’s wiggling out of her button-down.. .my button-down. She rolls it up, tucks it beneath her head, and stretches back out on the floor. Her tank top is creeping up over her stomach a little bit, and it’s stretched tight over her tits and she’s got nothin’ on underneath…

I swallow hard and bite down on my lip cause I’m this close to just flat-out telling her I love her.

~*~

Part of me wants to tell Donna she desperately needs to redecorate this room...but the other, the part of me that's stretched out on the floor, listening to classic 33s and getting high with Dean, is perfectly content with the old-school kitsch. The shag carpeting we’re laying on is surprisingly comfortable; The color (what is this, ocher? Chartreuse?) - shouldn’t be allowed to exist, but the long polyester threads sprawling beneath us are soothing in a way. The light is low, flickering from two vintage oil lamps that stand on each end of the console, and casts shadows beneath its warm glow.

Dean looks like he’s about to say something, but the last song has ended and skipped into a static scratch. He hoists himself up to flip the record, and I perch on my elbows and just...admire him. He’s different here. I’ve seen him lounge around the bunker during downtime but tonight he actually seems powered-down, carefree. There's something almost magical about what the calm does to him, how it lifts the weight he carries. His shoulders are relaxed, his movements languid, unhurried and uncalculated, eyes bright and serene. And he looks so fucking good, wearing a well-worn and well-fitting Zeppelin t-shirt that he must've had since before he’d built up his muscle. Softened and faded jeans cover his bowed legs and hang low on his hips, and I don’t think he’s got anything on underneath because I get a glimpse at the cut of his abs and...

I wish I could tell him how amazing he is, how much he makes me smile, how much I love him; I wish I could show him, hold him, kiss him and just love him with everything I have...

The music starts back up and oh my god… he’s dancing. It’s really more of a slow-motion Elvis maneuver, but it’s the closest thing to dancing I’ve ever seen Dean do. Every tick of his hips pulls the fabric of his jeans perfectly across his ass, and I shouldn't be thinking about him this way but he’s just so mesmerizing…

And then he turns and faces me with his best impression of his best Bob Dylan.

Lay lady lay,

Lay across my big brass bed

Lay lady lay,

Lay across my big brass bed...

I throw my head back and laugh, not because he’s being ridiculous, but because he’s being so goddamn perfect. And the joy I thought I’d lost the day I cocked my first shotgun is bubbling up and making me giddy. Or it’s him. Or it could just be the pot. This is a side of him that no one gets to see, not even his brother. I can give him this, a place to let go of it all and just be Dean Winchester for a little while. He’s easy here, content, and he actually seems happy that I decided to stay.

Is he?

He claims his spot beside me again, settling in just a little closer. He's still singing to me and I'm still giggling…

Whatever colors you have in your mind

I show them to you and you see them shine

Lay lady lay

Lay across my big brass bed

Somehow his hand found mine, and he's tracing my knuckles with one calloused fingertip. I take it in mine and glance down at the connection, marveling at how small my hand is in his but how perfectly it fits. His hand is so gentle, warm and solid...it’s hard to believe how often his palm has bled, how many triggers his fingers have pulled, how many bones his fist has shattered.

He shifts, rolls to his side, and gazes down at me while he keeps up his serenade.

Stay lady stay

Stay with your man a while

Until the break of day

Let me see you make him smile

I grin as he brushes my hair from my face, tucks a few strands behind my ear, winds a section around his fingers. Then I see something in his face that’s never been there before - a shade of color reflecting from his eyes that's deep and rich and vibrant…

His clothes are dirty but his, his hands are clean

And you are the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay lady stay

Stay with your man a while

The way he's muttering the lyrics...it’s so sincere, like he means every single word. The warmth of his body is just out of my reach, and the low timbre of his voice begins to resonate through my veins, nestling into a locked corner of my soul.

Why wait any longer for the world to begin

You can have your cake and eat it too

Why wait any longer for the one you love

When he's standing in front of you

He’s still playing with my hair, pushing any stray strands from my face…my eyes flutter closed and his touch becomes something warmer, softer. Delicate, intentional kisses pepper my cheekbones, my temples, my forehead...

Lay lady lay

Lay across my big brass bed

Stay lady stay

Stay while the night is still ahead

I feel his thumb and forefinger catch and tilt my chin, and I open my eyes. He’s so close now, close enough that if I rolled on my side I’d roll into him, that if I lifted my head just an inch...

I long to see you in the morning light

I long to reach for you in the night

Stay lady stay

Stay while the night is still ahead

The silent formation of the last few lyrics are the first thing I feel and then his lips are fully on mine, barely grasped between his and I've never felt something so tender and genuine carry itself with so much force. He's cradling my cheek and his kiss feels tentative, uncertain - but at the same time teeming with need, as though he’s waiting for my approval while praying with everything he’s got that I’ll grant it. So I lean into him, slide my fingers along the short hairs on the back of his neck, and pull him closer.

~*~

Maybe it was the weed, the music, the way the light reflected off her… whatever it was, it just took over. She looked too soft and too damn perfect, layin’ there and smiling that smile. And I thought about the other day when she was lying unconscious on that blood-stained, concrete floor, and the way my guts twisted at the thought of losing her…

I just couldn’t do it anymore.

I couldn't go one more night without telling her exactly how much she means to me. And it was a cheesy way to do it, singing to her like that, but Bob knew all the right things to say.

I actually can't even believe she's kissing me right now, that she pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me. Part of me thinks she's nuts - she's gotta know I got nothing to offer her, that she deserves so much better- better than me, better than this life. I can’t promise her anything - can’t promise a future or comfort... but if she lets me, I can promise to love her, to kiss her with everything I’ve got every chance I get, to hold her close and protect her... even if it’s just for tonight.

She makes a little sound and arches her body into mine. I don’t know how far this is gonna go, but I’ll take my time getting there. This may just be a fluke, a one-time thing. Or maybe it’s not, maybe I’m the luckiest bastard on the fucking planet...either way, I want to savor every second.

I keep the kisses slow, open-mouthed and gentle. But then I feel her tongue slide along my lower lip and I can’t help but slip mine against hers. This feels so good, just kissing her like this, tasting her and feeling her beneath me. She’s running her fingers through my hair, rolling her hips every now and then, sliding her hand down my side and across my back. I kiss her harder, deeper. She’s moving more, breathing faster, making these quiet little whimpers. I break away and look at her, smoothing some of her hair away from her beautiful face. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are half-closed and right at this moment she could ask me to shoot the moon and I’d kill it dead.

Her hand brushes my cheek and she pushes into me, silently begging me to keep going.

“You sure?” I whisper in her ear, kissing the space just behind it.

She nods and mutters “please,” and I move my lips down her neck. Her body trembles when I land on the spot where her neck curves into her shoulder - I give her skin there a little nip and she gasps... fuck, I need to hear that sound over and over. I’m gonna map her entire body, figure out just the right way to touch her. Run my hands over every point, plane and curve, find every spot that makes her moan and quiver and sigh. I wanna drown, lose myself in her. I want her to know that I know how special she is, that I get how lucky I am to be with her tonight, that I understand what she’s giving me. I kneel between her legs, take hold of her wrists, and slowly push her arms above her head.

I need to see and feel and taste every single inch of her and I’m not gonna be quick about it.

~*~

First kisses are usually awkward. Heads bump, teeth collide, hands float and fumble while they try to find a comfortable place to land.

So I don’t know if it’s dumb luck, or just that I’ve practiced this so many times in my mind, but we find a rhythm instantly and we fit, like we’ve known all along exactly how to kiss each other. It’s so perfect that I almost laugh out loud, dumbfounded that I ever thought that we shouldn’t do this. Our kiss is absolute, passionate and all-consuming, and sending every neuron in my brain firing into a tailspin.

I never want to stop kissing him.

My arms are above my head and he's teasing me, softly kneading my breasts over my top, flicking at the stiff peaks of my nipples. I lower my hands to pull at our shirts, to let him know I need to feel his touch on my bare skin, but he gently curls his fingers around my wrists again and guides them back up.

"Let me," he murmurs, sliding his palm down my breastbone, over my stomach and finally beneath my top. “Just... let me…”

Right as he cups my breast and traps my nipple between his fingers he’s kissing me again, swallowing every sound he’s pulling from me. I melt into him, into his kiss, into his touch. He pushes my tank top over my head and then his lips are on my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders. My forearms and fingers are dotted with kisses, along with my hips and navel, and then he’s peeling off my leggings, never once taking his eyes off of me. I’m completely bare beneath him and he’s biting his lower lip, running his hands from each of my ankles to my calves, my knees, my thighs...he looks as though he can’t decide if he wants to ravish me or revere me.

He settles for a smooth, easy assault, touching and kissing me everywhere, lingering whenever I cry out or sigh. I’ve never felt like this, never felt so...worshipped. His fingers and lips glide along my body as though I’m a delicate thing - carefully, thoroughly, and completely. My skin feels taut, chilled and tingling, but my blood is pumping hot and fast beneath. And when his tongue swirls around my nipple, and he takes it between his teeth, I swear to god I’d come right now if he told me to.

I know I’m wet, I can feel it, hot and dripping and my cunt is clenching, clit throbbing with a deep, insistent ache that almost hurts. Dean is everywhere, exploring and marking and claiming, until I hear myself begging, pleading...I need to feel him inside of me. I need him to unravel me, to make me come undone.

~*~

The way she looks right now is so goddamn glorious, she doesn’t seem real. She’s ruddy and glowing, twisting beneath me, chanting my name and begging with kiss-swollen lips. I let my hand slide between her legs, run a finger between her folds and christ - she is so fucking wet. She lifts her knees and spreads wide open for me and I dip just the tip of one finger inside. She ruts forward and I push two fingers all the way into her tight, hot pussy and fucking hell, she feels smoother than silk. I keep it slow, steady, loving the way her eyes roll back when I flick my thumb over her clit, and the way her tongue darts between her parted lips as I twist my fingers inside her cunt, searching for that spot...

Her eyes go wide when I find it, and her neck arches back and her hands fist the carpet. She’s quietly moaning and cursing and pushing herself down, fucking herself on my fingers. I catch her scent and some animal urge takes over me; I pull my fingers from her, bring them to my mouth and suck them clean. She's like fucking nectar and I’ve never tasted anything so good and all I want is more…

I pull my shirt over my head, push my jeans off, press her thighs as far open as she can spread them - god, her pussy is perfect, so pink and slick - and take a long, slow taste. She moans, low and long, breathing out a desperate “fuck, yes…” as she cards her fingers through my hair. And I growl, I fucking growl like a goddamn dog, and drive my tongue into her dripping hole. She hooks one leg over my shoulder and tilts her hips and I grab on to her ass and hold her up. I lick her deep, thrusting and flicking and swirling my tongue, filling my mouth with the flavor of her, then I peer up at her and...My. Fucking. God, she’s a vision. She’s shaking, twitching and gasping when my nose bumps her clit...

I slip my tongue from her cunt, ease her down and spread her open with my fingers, lapping at her folds, her entrance, her clit. Then I take that sensitive little bud between my lips and suck and holy shit, the fucking sound she makes...I gotta make her come. I need to see it, feel it, hear it.

But first I drag my mouth up her body, stopping to nip at her neck before landing on her lips. She licks into my mouth instantly, sucks at my lower lip, pushes her tongue against mine and I can tell she’s about to lose her mind.

~*~

I'd been in more than one motel room next to Dean's. And I'd always rolled my eyes, convinced that whatever girl he'd brought back with him was just putting on a show, playing porn star with their over-the-top wailing.

They weren't screaming loud enough.

“Can you taste yourself, baby?” he purrs between kisses, "You taste how fuckin' delectable your pussy is? So hot and sweet...” and I moan into his mouth. He slips his fingers back inside and curls them, nudging my sweet spot. “Want you come, YN…wanna make you fall apart..."

I'm biting my lip to keep from crying out too loudly, stifling the urge to scream because the pleasure he's giving me is so complete and consuming. I swear he knows my body better than I do. He's found places on me and inside of me that feel like they've never been touched until tonight. I'd thought maybe I was hypersensitive, so eager and thrilled that this was finally happening, but no - everything he does is deliberate. He finds a spot and knows whether to bite or kiss, push or pull, grind or slide, when to do it all at once or not at all. Every touch, every stroke sparks my nerves and ignites my cells and I'm down to my last fragments of control. I am utterly at his mercy, reduced to a writhing, wanton mess as his fingers slide inside of me, hitting my g-spot with incredible marksmanship. Then his lips land on my clit again, and...oh God. Oh my fucking god…

It starts in my belly, a molten heat simmering in my core, wavering a scant wavelength away from a fever pitch. It’s hot and thrumming and growing in speed and intensity until it can't be contained anymore. It bolts through me, hot and hard like an electric current and I go rigid as I come, the torrents of bliss saturating every molecule of my body. And then Dean is up on his knees, three fingers deep in my sodden cunt, his other hand laying flat on my lower stomach and muttering "Come on baby,...let go…let go for me…" Either I'm still coming or I'm coming again, hard and completely, and a quiet pull snaps from someplace deep inside... I completely shatter, so stunned with the sensation that I open my mouth in a silent scream as my cum splashes against his hand.

~*~

I tuck back down between her legs and softly lap at the stray drops sticking to her thighs. I’m about to go crazy - I’m hungry, starving for her, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard in my life.

I lay beside her, trace shapes on her collarbone, and watch her as she comes down - the way her tits rise and fall with every breath, the way her throat flexes when she swallows, the way the lamplight dances off her sweat-sheened skin. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly opened, and her tongue sneaks out every now and then across her lips. Of all the ways I’ve ever seen YN, this has to be the absolute, bar-none best. She’s like a living statue or a painting, some kind of work of art. A goddamn masterpiece.

I don’t want to stop touching her. Right now, I don’t even think I could. She shudders and opens her eyes when I gently trace a wet finger along her cheek. Then she grabs my wrist, pulls my hand to her mouth, and wraps her lips around the fingers I used to fuck her. She sucks and licks, and all I can do is groan as my fingers slide along her tongue. I gotta distract myself or I’m gonna shoot off right now like a teenager…

I take my fingers back and move to hover over her, and catch her lips in mine again. Kissing her is so...it just feels right. Like hers are the only lips I ever need to kiss again. If this is all we do for the rest of the night - hell, for the rest of our lives, I’d be one hundred percent happy. But as we kiss, she starts to whimper, moan...and then I feel her fingertips skitter down my torso and brush against my cock. And I can’t help it, I grunt out a “fuck, YN” and chase her touch. She drags her thumb, then her palm against the tip of my dick, smears precome around my shaft then wraps me in her fingers. I bite my lip and rock into her fist while she strokes me, trying like hell not to lose it any time she gives the slightest squeeze. I can feel her breath on my face and I’m starting to fall into the rhythm, getting lost in her touch and the heat of her body beneath me…

Then in the flash of a second, she hooks a leg around my waist, shifts her weight and turns, and has me on my back. She's straddling me, and I watch her slick pussy drag along my cock while my hands slide up her thighs and grip her hips. My eyes wander, slowly, up her body, marveling at her shape and color and just the mere sight of her swaying over me. My eyes meet hers and then...I'm trapped. Hypnotized. Being here with this woman is like nothing I've ever seen or felt before, and there's some part of me that knows I'll never feel this way about anyone ever again.

~*~

My gaze meets his and I'm struck...with exactly what, I don't know. It's thrilling and terrifying at the same time but most of all it's certain; This is exactly where I'm meant to be, astride this beautiful man who’s lying beneath me, stripped of all his layers, and I can feel the moment he surrenders. His mind and his body, his control and his chaos, his pleasure and his pain, all together unfettered and unfurled.

Potent and fervent primal desire sets in and overtakes me; I want to claim him, feel his skin between my teeth, taste the salt of his sweat.

I shift to my knees, slot myself between his open legs and lean forward, pressing myself against the solid heat of his bare chest, and catch his lips in a quick but ravenous kiss. He tries to chase it but I pull away, letting one hand slide up his sternum, splaying my fingers over his throat. I fist his hard, dripping cock in my free hand and stroke. He breathes out my name with a curse and his head hits the floor as my mouth latches on to his neck.

Releasing my hold on him, my lips move from his neck to his collarbone, down and across his chest, following the blueprint of bruises, scratches, and scars until my nose brushes against the thatch of dark hair between his legs.

I flatten my tongue and lick his thick cock from base to tip, then take just the crown between my lips and gently suck. The taste of his precome fills my mouth and he moans and trembles, exhaling a long, deeply held breath as he laces his fingers in my hair. I take him all the way then, as far as I can, until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I hold him there and swallow, let him feel the soft flex around his shaft. I slide up and down slowly, stroking the inches that can’t slide down my throat with one hand, and cup his balls in the other. He whimpers, high-pitched and desperate, and the mere sound of that sends drops of arousal trickling down my thighs while my cunt clenches and quivers. His grip on my head tightens and I keep steady, caressing and taking him deep, and let the tip of one finger press against his perineum.

His body tenses and I peer up at him - the muscles of his abs are twitching, his neck is arched back, the tendons there strained and taut, jaw clenched, and teeth bared...he’s holding back, trying not to come. He hisses out a breath and gently tugs my hair, urging me to let him slip from my mouth. “Fuck, YN”, he breathes, and I walk my hands alongside of him, gliding my body against his and brush his lips with a gossamer kiss.

We both breathe hard, panting, fingers tangling in each other’s hair, hips rolling, hearts racing. His hard, thick length is sliding against the soaked lips of my pussy, the head of his cock nudging my throbbing clit. I look into the dark forest of his eyes, he places his hand on my cheek and suddenly there’s a surge - a swift and commanding energy that surrounds us, tangible and unconditional.

Our gaze locks as I raise my hips. He grips his cock, lines up at my entrance, and I sink down slowly, relishing every inch that stretches me open, my moan echoing his until I’m completely filled with him.

~*~

It’s almost too much.

She’s so warm, so wet, and so fucking tight...I swear I blackout for a second. It’s taking everything I got to hold on, and every ounce of control I can muster when she starts to move.

She’s groaning and sighing, and the way she’s breathing my name is like a siren’s song. I let her set the pace, tilt my hips to push into her as she rides me, find her hand and lace my fingers through hers. She fucks me slow, lets her head fall back and lays her free hand on my chest. Reaching up, I slide my hand between her tits, pinch and tug one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she lets out the most beautiful cry I’ve ever heard. And that sound wakes up the damn animal in me and I thrust into her, as deep as I can. I want her to fucking explode, feel her cunt throbbing tight around my dick and soaking me with her cum.

She pulls her hand from mine and moves it between her legs. I pinch her nipple again and she gasps as her body trembles, and I know she’s getting close. “Gonna come for me, YN?” I snarl, and she stills - her head falls back again and her fingers work faster, and I’m so caught up in her that I just start babbling. “Fuck yeah, YN, fucking come all over my cock…that’s my girl...” I pound into her faster as she gets tighter and wetter and then I feel it, her walls clenching and her cum dripping, her body finally going rigid as her orgasm tears through her.

I slow down and ease her through it, trace my fingertips over the curves of her glowing body and take in how absolutely stunning she is right now - her hair all mussed and tangled, her skin flushed pink, her lips bright red and swollen. Her eyes open and she grins down at me, the lazy roll of her hips picking up speed and I just...fucking...can't anymore.

I throw my arms around her and pull her against me, kissing her sweet lips as I roll us over. She arches into me, takes my face in her hands and purrs "...want it all inside me...I wanna feel your cum dripping from my cunt…" and holy goddamn shit, I'm gonna give her everything she wants.

She raises her knees and hooks her legs around mine, digs her heels into the back of my thighs, squeezes the walls of her pussy around me and I’m gone - all I feel is her silky wet heat, and all I can smell and taste is her sex and I drive in, fast and steady until I can’t hang on anymore. I let go and my world stops, every living fiber of my being at a standstill as I come with a shout. I thrust hard and deep and spill every drop inside of her, pumping her full as she fingers herself to another climax.

I rest my forehead against hers as we both catch our breath. She curls one hand around my waist and the other around the back of my shoulder, raking her fingernails gently along the base of my scalp. I kiss her, soft and quick, and pull out of her, rolling on to my back while I gather her in my arms.

I glance out the window. The snow’s still falling and the sun’ll start rising soon. The record is long over and skipping, and YN grips me tighter and shivers. “Hey, sweetheart...let me up,” I say, kissing her forehead. She groans but lets me go and I sit up, lean down to kiss her again and hop to my feet. I lift the needle off the record and find a quilt that’s tossed over one of the chairs. YN's curled on her side, and I can hardly wait to get back to her. I cover us both, pull her close, and I stare at her until I just can't keep my eyes open anymore. We drift off in each other’s arms and the last thought I think is a little prayer - that this is how I’ll fall asleep every night for the rest of my life.

~*~

I can’t remember who said it first. All I know is that it was suddenly there, as though it always had been, free falling from our lips as we moved and moaned and came together.

We’d awoken several times, one of us roused by a kiss or touch from the other, neither of us willing nor able to let it end without making love one more time.

The storm has finally passed. Sunshine beams across an azure sky and reflects with blinding brilliance off acres of freshly fallen snow. I peek out the kitchen window and catch a glimpse of Sam standing near the garage, up to his knees in icy white powder.

I set a kettle on the stove to boil.

“Look like we ain’t goin' anywhere any time soon,” Dean says, coming up behind me and circling his arms around me. He moves my hair away from my neck and nips at the exposed skin.

I lean against him and cover his clasped hands with mine. “Can’t say I’m all that disappointed.”

He hums and kisses my cheek, then moves his hands to rest on the swell of my belly.

“Your old man's gonna teach you how to make the best snowballs, kid. Knock your Uncle Sammy right off his ass.”

I giggle and spin around, draping my arms over Dean’s shoulders. “Big talk coming from the man who got a black eye during last year’s snowball fight.”

“That was a fluke. She had an unfair advantage.”

"She's less than half your size!”

“Exactly.”

The door opens and Sam trudges in, shaking and stomping the snow from his legs, laughing as he's nearly knocked over by a whirling, bright pink dervish of weatherproof polyester.

Our daughter runs over to us, cheeks rosy and nose runny from the cold, her apple-green eyes as big as sledding saucers.

“Mommy, Daddy, guess what?! We had a snowball fight and I won!”

“Ho ho! That’s my awesome little girl!” Dean cheers, scooping her up in his arms and swinging her through the air. He rests her on his hip, and they trade an Eskimo kiss. “Let’s go tell your Auntie Eileen and your baby cousin all about how you kicked your Uncle Sammy’s a - uh, butt.”

He sets her down and helps her unlace her boots while she tosses her hat and mittens to the floor. “Yeah, I kicked his ass!” she beams, and the three supposed adults in the room have to bite back their laughter.

“Yep,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Definitely a Winchester. No two ways...”

Once she's out of her boots and winter overall, she runs to Sam, grabs his thumb with her small hand and pulls him through the kitchen. Her tiny footsteps pelt up the stairs, layered with gleeful giggles. Then, with all the vivacity of her five years, she shrieks in triumph, “I beat you again, Uncle Sammy! I win again!”

Dean grins wide, pulls me back into his arms, and catches my lips in a kiss that teems with the same intense passion as the first one he ever gave me. And in seconds I’m melting, into his kiss, into him... into memories of a snowstorm and shag carpeting, the smoke of purple kush and the flicker of oil lamp flames, the pedal steel guitar riff of Lay Lady Lay and Dean’s hip-swaying serenade...

He breaks away, brushes a section of my hair away from my brow and tucks it behind my ear. Then he looks into my eyes with unwavering conviction and repeats the promise he’s made me every day since he took my hand in his - a promise that's as simple as it is complex, selfish yet altruistic, sometimes dubious but always definite, and anything and everything in between:

“I love you, YN.”

~Fin

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Mystic Sisters- Ch.18 On the Run

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Hikari's Pov

I sat next to Yua on the train headed towards Yokohama. We left the church early this morning. Neither one of us knew where we were going. We decided to go somewhere so we can figure out what to do. We just had to be away from our parents. That night after everything that happened Yua still tried to reason with Dad.

"Dad" Yua pleaded, grabbing his shirt sleeve. "I just want you to listen to me for once. There's weird things happening to Hikari and I-."

'Go to bed. I'm too tired to deal with this." He deadpanned, snatching his shirt from Yua's grip. There was no emotion on his face and no sincerity in his voice. I watched him walk past her up to his bedroom.

"Too tired to care about your kids huh? It's like you don't want us here." Yua whispered.

"It'd be easier wouldn't it?" He snapped from the top of the stairs. Maybe things would be easier if we didn't adopt you two. You were suspicious about living her since day one. If it wasn't for you mom I would have given you back."

I shook Yua, waking her up from her slumber. She opened her eyes and yawned. The train stopped and we quickly got off the train. We found a small hotel nearby that was next to a convenience store. We stopped there first to stock up on food and water. Getting back to our room I plopped down on the bed. I took my phone out and stared at the wallpaper. There were no new messages or missed

"No calls or texts?" Yua asked, laying down next to me. I shook my head tossing my phone beside me.

"We left yesterday and our so-called parents don't even care. I would say I'm shocked but I'm really not."

Yua and I ate breakfast that consisted of juice and pancakes. After we ate I took a shower. I took off my jacket and shivered because of how cold the room was. I pulled off my beanie and tossed it in the pile of my clothes on the bathroom floor. Something about it felt off. I quickly turned back and picked the beanie up. This wasn't mine. It was Akio's. I guess when I was packing I grabbed his hat and not mine. I shook my head, placing Akio's beanie on the bathroom counter. Yua isnt gonna let me hear the end of this is she? When I came out of the shower Yua was under the blankets snoring loudly. There was a chair by the window so I decided to sit there and read for awhile. Well attempt to read over my sister's snoring. The sky was gray and cloudy. It looked like it could rain or maybe even snow. A few minutes later it started to rain. I watched the rain fall down and leave droplets on the window. I ran my fingers over the cold glass turning the water into frozen ice. Placing my palm on the window it started to heat up and immediately melt. The window turned hot making me move my hand back. What don't tell me I have fire powers now? The room was cold so I grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped myself in it. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep.

Yua's pov

I sat at the edge of the lake watching the ducks take a late night swim. The moonlight beamed down on the water beautifully.

"Yua you're gonna freeze" Haru said from behind me, making me jump. He wrapped his jacket around me and sat beside me. He was still dressed in his training gear meaning he must have just gotten back.

"What are you doing out here anyways? It's late."

"Feeding the ducks." I told him handing him the bag of bread crumbs. He tossed a hand full and the ducks gathered around. It was silent between us but it was a comfortable silence. The only sound came from the ducks happily eating.

"Still thinking about what your mom said?" Haru finally said. I nodded bringing my knees to my chest.

"It's a lot of responsibility. Taking care of my sister and one day taking over the kingdom. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

"Well I know once you fully turn you'll be ready. I can already see it when we train?

"Yeah?" I questioned turning to look at him. He nodded. "Your parent's see it too. You've already learned so much. Don't stress about it. When it's time you'll do fine. Plus you have Hikari and I." He smiled.

"Yeah but you're the only one that Will remember any of this" I laughed. "Even when I do see you again I won't know who you are."

"You'll remember one day too. Once you get your memories back you'll remember everything. Including this moment now. that part was true. One day we'll all be able to come back to the castle. There won't be people coming after Hikari and I. Well if they do we'll be ready for them.

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window. It was pouring rain. Checking the time on my phone it was 4:52pm. I closed my eyes trying to process the dream I just had.

"Hikari?" I called out. She didn't respond so I sat up and noticed she wasn't in bed with me. I saw her sleep in the chair with the blanket falling off. I picked the blanket off the floor and wrapped her in it. She stirred a little in her sleep mumbling something.

"Hm?" I asked.

"Akio..." she mumbled again.

"So first you steal his hat and now you're having dreams about him" I smirked.

I laid back in the bed starving up at the ceiling. This dream was just like the last one. This time everything was more clear. Maybe what I was seeing was a memory. Everything about it seemed real. Plus Haru and I talked about me not being able to remember. What wouldn't I remember? That night? Or was there more? The last time I tried to talk to Haru about it he got defensive. Maybe that's why. He mentioned that I would start to remember. Did he not want me to? I knew then but now I know he's not telling me something. It would make sense with the way he's been acting lately.

"I knew he was lying."

"Who?" Hikari asked. I opened my eyes and she was standing over me. I grabbed the pillow next to me hitting her in the head with it.

"Why are you watching me sleep?"

"Why'd you hit me?" She pouted.

"Why are you having dreams about Akio?" I shot back.

"What?"

I cocked my head to the side grinning at her, she rolled her eyes and picked up the pillow hitting me with it. After hitting me she sat down across from me. I sat up while Hikari stared at me.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm hungry" I signed, grabbing my phone. "You're always hungry

"Sushi"? She nodded smiling happily.

Riyoshi Pov

"Where the hell are they?!" Haru growled giving Akio and I a death glare. He tried his best to be intimidating but he wasn't. Honestly I don't know what Yua sees in this guy.

"We told you we don't have them.'' I said, stepping closer.

"I don't believe you. Now tell me or get your ass beat."

I chuckled and looked back at Akio. "Do you hear this guy."

"Yea he's pretty delusional and persistent." The younger one said in an annoyed tone.

"Aye! I'm right here and I can hear you." Haru walked up to me grabbing my collar. "Tell me where they are." he demanded.

"So you're like the bodyguard? You suck man, Like legit who trained you?"

I must have pissed him off as his face scrunched up and he launched me as far as he could but his throw had no aggression whatsoever. I landed on my two feet easily. "Now you pissed me off."

"Yo Riyoshi we are really wasting our time on this dude. I kicked his ass like a week and a half ago so imagine what you could do."

I sighed in irritation. "Don't ruin this man I need to let off a little steam anyway." Akio put his hands up and backed up as if I needed more space.

"Ahh lil tough guy huh. Your mommy teach you that?" Haru taunted.

"What are you 11." I said as I pulled at least 5 daggers out of my weapons belt "Any Last words buddy?"

"Yea. I'm not your buddy" Haru spat.

"That attitude makes me wanna shoot you instead but I have no wooden bullets for you today."I sucked my teeth mad at myself. "Too bad you'll die slower I guess." I shrugged then launched all 5 daggers at him. He dodged a couple of them but since I'm savage I threw a few extra that he didn't see. Hitting him in both legs,his Right ankle, his chest and face.

These hits weren't fatal but he won't realize that till later. I ran up and kicked the dagged further into his chest and watched him fall to the ground groaning in pain and eventually passing out. "Damn that was quick"

"He might get back up, he had more fight in him when I was up against him."

"You didn't launch 5 daggers into his pressure points though. And the one in his face will definitely leave a scar.

"Did that one for fun."

"You really scare me sometimes man." Akio said with a straight face "he's not dead tho. I thought you were gonna kill him."

"Nah I really wanna shoot him so he'll have to wait till I finish carving bullets for that."

"Why do you wanna use weapons so bad?"

"Because I cant use them on Levi and I really wanna shoot him."

"Makes sense." Akio nodded in understanding and turned his attention to the knocked out vampire.

"That is just sad. Imagine being that weak Amelia would have our head for a failure this bad."

"You're thinking about Amelia, I'm thinking about our big boss, imagine that."

"You're right. That's worse."

"Let's go find those girls. It's about time we get your favorite hat back." I told him in a stern voice.

"Why is your anger suddenly directed at me?"

"No reason. But if you fuck this up just remember." I motioned my arms as if they were around his neck. "Remember this?"

Akio gulped "That's not right."

I tapped him on his shoulder. "You make the final decision so don't be scared yet." before walking away like I didn't just threaten to put him in a death hold while he stared at me in disbelief.

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Worlds of Fire and Darkness | Chapter Fifteen (Winnie/Cirrus)

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The aftermath of the terrible earthquake in the Summer Court.

Winnie POV

The world was standing still. Still and smooth as glass, or clear water, or fresh fallen snow. The world stood still even as it seemed to crash and burn at the same time.

I was there, but not. Only the weight in my arms kept me there, in that place. The shadows writhed around me; I couldn’t keep them contained.

Saphira. Saphira Vanserra was curled in my arms, her soft brown hair tickling my chin. I couldn’t see her, but she was there.

Other people were around me as well. I could scent them, though the air was ripe with the stench of blood and vomit and piss as well.

High Lady Vivianne was nearest to me, only a few feet away. She was holding Dain, little bitty Dain, tight against her chest. Neia, Tarquin and Arianna’s daughter, was further away, but still there.

Camille and Caliphe were gone. My cousins- gone. Where were they? How were they?

A soft whimper drew me back to the present, a strong inhale that brought the wayward shadows careening back to me and started the world again.

The city was screaming. A deathly, unearthly howl came from below, from the people.

The city was destroyed. The breath left me again in a gasp, my whole body seizing with the horror.

People are dying, the shadows murmured in my ear. A female, trapped beneath a sheet of rock. A male was thrown off the dock and into the ocean, and so were tons of debris. A child-

“No more.” I snarled aloud. “I don’t want to know.”

The toddler in my arms was shaking. She didn’t cry, didn’t scream, didn’t shout. But she shook, violently.

“Winnie!” Someone was yelling for me. But the screaming from below wasn’t stopping. It was louder, more horrifying.

People are dying.

“Winnie!” The scream came again, through the dust and destruction. Saphira’s small nails dug into my arm, her tiny body shuddering.

My father. My father was the one yelling… Azriel didn’t yell. Elain didn’t yell. But there it was, my mother’s desperate scream joining my father’s.

“I want my mama.” Saphira whispered.

My feet were rooted to the floor. My wings drooped, dragging behind me, not able to protect me as dust caked in my hair.

Saphira started to cough. In front of me, I heard the small wheeze of Vivianne’s son, the baby not able to breathe in the cloud.

“Winnie!” My mother’s howl cut through the gloom. Shadows swirled around me, and by some miracle, I got my feet beneath me and stood.

As I stumbled forward, still holding the toddler in my arms, a smooth, sleek talon caressed my mental shields, tapping for entrance. It was incredible the shields in my head were up at all, let alone keeping anyone out. I allowed the daemati inside.

Winnie, My uncle Rhys’s voice filled my head, and I had to stop moving to focus. Let us know you’re all right. Use your shadows. Come to us. Your family is worried sick. And Cirrus…

He paused. Like he wanted to soften a blow of bad news.

You need to come quickly.

I couldn’t get enough focus to respond. I had always been awful with daemati abilities, and they were practically nonexistent. With the chaos raging around me, there was no hope for me to use them.

Instead, I used my shadows. Focusing on them again brought forth a flood of information I didn’t want to deal with- the people dying, the ruined city. I blocked it out, and probed only the meeting hall.

They tracked down my family easily. My father, he was first, like calling to like. His shadows wove around mine, a comforting blanket as he realized I was near.

My mother was close by, dazed, choked, but safe. She clung to Azriel’s arm, and my father wasn’t letting her go.

A walk that should have taken moments was taking much longer. Far too long, far too treacherous. The only sign of fear Saphira showed was how she trembled.

“Winnie!” My father was close, but his sudden call had me tripping over scattered debris. I barely managed to keep my balance, landing on one knee rather than my hands. Glass ripped through the thin fabric of my trousers, and I bit back a yelp of pain.

“I’m here!” I shouted back, heaving myself upwards while still holding Saphira tightly.

Only moments later, strong arms wrapped around me, and I heard the distinct sound of a sob.

My father was crying.

I nestled my head against him, letting out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. He was okay. We were okay.

Azriel led the way, still holding me tight. Elain held close to his other arm, though she’d taken Saphira from me, holding her in the comforting way only a mother could.

We passed through a shield of wind, the magic causing my skin to tingle. Uncle Rhys’s magic, holding strong.

Our group was sorry looking. Nesta and Cassian, Nesta leaning against her mate in a rare moment of vulnerability, one hand clutching his and the other resting on her stomach, on the barely-visible bump of a growing child.

Camille and Caliphe sat together, the eight-year-old curled up on her older sister’s lap. Feyre sat nearby, alongside Tess, who had Mireya’s head in her lap. The female was somehow more pale than ever before, her breathing rapid and shallow.

Rhys was the only one standing, and even he looked worse for wear. Sweat dripped down his temple and neck, onto the ripped collar of his fancy shirt. His magic…

It was draining him. The most powerful High Lord, his powers drained. A harrowing thought.

I turned away.

That was when I saw him. Prostrate on the floor, carefully positioned near his mother to keep him out of harm’s way…

Cirrus. Covered in blood. His own blood. Covered in his own blood.

It ran in red rivulets down his head, caking and drying on his neck and shoulders. Blood on his hands, his knees.

“What happened to him?” I barely managed to choke out.

“I don’t know.” Feyre whispered. “He, Tess, and Mireya found us. Mireya was already unconscious. He was fine one moment, and the next…”

“There are other people out there.” I addressed my family firmly, trying my hardest to keep my composure. “We need to get them, and help them.”

“The whole city is in ruins, Rhysand.” Azriel added. “The sooner we clear this up and find everyone, the sooner we can go help the people.”

Little Saphira, still in my mother’s arms, suddenly made herself known with a soft whimper. “I want my mama.”

“I know, darling.” Elain told her. “We’re going to find your mama and your papa. Your big brothers, too.”

“I want Daylor.” Saphira added. “Big brother.”

The mention of the Autumn Court male made my wings flare unintentionally, and I fought to bring them back. In the chaos, nobody noticed.

“I’m going back out.” I snapped, my nerves already frayed enough. “Vivianne is out there, with Dain. And Neia, too. And we have no clue where Mor and Amren are.”

“Winnie, wait.” Azriel grabbed my arm before I could leave the relative safety of the wind barrier. My father gave Elain a pointed look.

“When the earthquake hit,” My mother started. She gently set Saphira down, and the toddler clung to her legs.

“I had a vision.”

Everyone sat up straighter at her words.

“You haven’t had a vision in years.” Nesta said.

“I know.” Elain sighed. “My gift has been… silent, for a while now. But as soon as the quake started, so did the vision. If Azriel hadn’t been there I might have been killed by debris. I couldn’t move.”

“Have you ever had one that strong before?” Feyre asked. “I don’t remember your old ones rendering you immobile. Just dreamy for a minute.”

“It could have been shock.” Elain said with a shrug. “The quake, the vision. It doesn’t matter what happened then. Just what I saw.”

My mother closed for eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. Dragging the memories and the vision up, keeping the details fresh.

“I saw a hawk.” She breathed, eyes still closed. “Brown and gray, but the tail feathers were rust-colored. It was ruffled, weak. It had been flying for a long time. It was tired.”

Elain took a breath, and continued. “Its eyes. They were… so strange. I’ve never seen a bird with eyes like it before. The brightest blue, ringed with gold…”

Her voice trailed off for a moment, and she whispered something I couldn’t hear. Her eyes snapped open.

“The fairest eyes from legends old.”

“Where is that from?” Rhys asked, voice slightly strained. “I feel as though I’ve heard that somewhere.”

“Aunt Amren says that.” Caliphe piped up. “A rhyme, from one of her books.”

“Yes,” Nesta added on, “I think I’ve read it somewhere before.”

“There’s more.” Elain told us. She swallowed thickly.

“The hawk disappeared into the trees. And in its place, a swarm of bats swirled into the air. Everything was silent until then, but when the bats arrived… they were screaming, in human voices. They were terrified.”

“The bats were trapped. A cage, it came from nowhere. It trapped them all. And I was there, and I could do nothing to help…”

A tear rolled down my mother’s cheek. Azriel stepped closer, wrapping her in his arms as she dissolved into sobs.

“I don’t know what Elain’s vision means,” Feyre finally spoke, “but I know that we need to get up and try and make sense of what is happening now. Cirrus needs a healer, a proper one.”

“Can nobody heal him now?” Camille asked, brow furrowing. “Can none of us use our healing powers? I would do it, but…” her voice trailed off then. It was a sore spot for the teenager, really. Her powers aligned towards Summer, Day, and Spring, with none of the healing power of Dawn like her mother and brother had.

Rhysand shook his head. “No, Camille. None of us can.” He took a deep, steadying breath after he spoke. “Something… is blocking my magic. Like a damper, but not quite. I can’t reach my powers.”

“I can’t either.” Feyre sighed. “It’s like the well of my magic has dried up. I have to reach so far down for just a drop.”

“My shadows are working fine.” I mentioned. “Tess, what about you?”

Tess shook her head. “Winnie, the shadows are a part of you. They’re different than magic.”

“But magic is also a part of you.” I argued back. “So why are my shadows working but everyone else’s powers aren’t?”

A soft groan came from where Mireya lay, and everyone’s gaze snapped to her. She shifted slightly, moaning in pain, eyes screwed shut.

“Mireya.” Tess murmured. “Mireya, can you hear me?”

The female gave a soft nod, slowly easing her eyes open. Her face was still pale, but at least she was awake. Her whole body shook as she gently pulled herself up to a sitting position, and the effort left her panting hard.

“What…” She spoke thickly, as though her lips weren’t following her brain’s orders, “what is going on?”

“I’m going to get your mother and brother and bring them back.” I told her, before anyone could argue. “And I’m going to search for everyone else, make sure we’re all accounted for.”

“I should come.” Mireya tried to sit up further, only for the blood to drain from her face again. She laid back down in Tess’s lap.

“Stay here.” My cousin told her. “You’re weak right now. You passed out during the earthquake. Rest.”

While she didn’t look happy, she didn’t protest. Or perhaps she didn’t have enough energy to.

I could tell my uncle was struggling to keep the shield up, and keep all the dust away. His magic wasn’t failing, but it certainly wasn’t cooperating. The sooner we found the others, the sooner we could get to cleaning up.

“I’m going with you.” Cassian said, giving Nesta a quick glance. My aunt nodded almost imperceptibly.

“I’ll go as well.” Azriel added. “Two Shadowsingers are better than one.”

Together, with my father and uncle, we stepped outside the shield of wind.

Almost instantly, I had to pull up my shirt to cover my nose. The dust was still thick, clouding around us and clogging in every place it could. Even with the face covering, all three of us couldn’t stop coughing.

“This way!” I shouted, gesturing broadly, to where I remembered I had fallen first, when the ground started shaking.

I let my shadows loose as we walked, their whispers filling my ears. The ground was unstable, and it shifted every so slightly with every step. Movement was difficult, as none of us wanted to bring down what was left of the palace.

After all, if the upper floors had sustained this much damage, I trembled at the thought of what had happened to the foundation.

“Two High Lords that way.” Azriel said, having to raise his soft voice to be heard. He gestured in the opposite direction that we were headed, and I tensed at the decision being offered.

“I’ll get them.” Cassian replied, relieving me of having to change course. “You two go get the others.”

My uncle shifted slowly to where Azriel pointed, walking away until all that could be seen were his dark wings flared wide. My father and I continued in the same direction, both of us silent as our shadows did their work.

It was rare that I wished for powers other than my own, but in this instance, I would have given anything for the power of light or wind. Even my heightened Fae senses were useless in the clouds of dust, so thick that even the sunlight of the Summer Court couldn’t penetrate them.

Without being able to see more than a few feet ahead of me, it was no surprise that I tripped- but this time, it was over a person.

I hauled the person upwards, my father stepping in to help me. It was Neia, her silvery hair caked with dust, and various scrapes covering her body from debris.

“Neia,” I said, gently pulling her towards me, “I’m going to get you out of here, okay? Walk with me.”

The girl seemed to shrink in on herself, but she did as I asked, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. One of her shoes had come off, and her fancy embroidered tunic was ripped.

We made our way back towards the larger group of people, and Neia’s breathing became labored, as if she were desperately reigning back sobs.

Finally, I could see Rhys ahead, but at that exact moment, Neia cried out, clinging to me as her hold finally slipped and she broke down.

“Come on,” I urged, tugging her gently, “it’s only a few more steps. You’ll be safe.”

She just cried harder, choking both on her tears and the dust.

Seeing her, just a child, so upset, so unraveled, got my already frayed nerves on end. I wasn’t sure how I wasn’t just like her, broken down and crying. I was detached, not all there.

And after all, this was her home. And it was completely destroyed.

A few shadows twined with my own, the sign my father gave before appearing in my peripheral vision, supporting the High Lady of the Winter Court. The baby was tucked down her dress, keeping him away from the dust as much as possible.

“Neia.” I coaxed. She was coughing now, in between sobs, and I couldn’t bear to just sit and watch. Carefully, I pulled her into my arms, carrying her bridal style the last few feet to the barrier.

Inside, my mother greeted me, brushing the hair that had come free of my braid out of my face. She helped me ease Neia to the ground, then led her over to Caliphe and Saphira.

Feyre still sat by her son, unwilling to leave his side. Camille had moved to crouch over him, violet eyes taking in the sight of her older brother.

Moments later, Azriel and Vivianne arrived, and the latter nearly dropped to her knees in relief when she saw her daughter.

“Mireya.” The young female couldn’t muster enough strength to lift herself from Tess’s lap, but she reached for her mother nonetheless. Vivianne wrapped her in a tight hug, and Dain peeked over the collar of her dress to peer at his sister. Mireya hugged him, too.

“Feyre.” Rhys murmured, so soft I wasn’t even sure I’d heard him. But his mate cocked her head, and the two locked eyes, undoubtedly having a mental conversation.

In some sort of understanding, Feyre moved over, allowing Rhys to come and sit by his son as well. The High Lady’s gaze and attention turned elsewhere, to a place I could not see, as I felt a flicker in the shield of wind.

The only barrier keeping us all from the dust and destruction.

My uncle’s face was pale and sweating, a sign of the effort to keep his magic going. If Rhysand, the most powerful High Lord, was struggling to use his powers, then how were the rest of us to fare?

In an answer to my question, Camille glanced over at me.

“It’s as though my powers have been locked away, Winnie. I can feel them, see them, but I can’t use them.”

Seeing my curious glance, my younger cousin shrugged. “It seems as though my Daemati abilities haven’t been affected, though. Your mind is wide open.”

I refused to dwell on that, instead listening to the whispers of my shadows.

People are dying in the city.

“Azriel.” Rhys said, gently combing fingers through Cirrus’s mussed hair. My father turned towards his High Lord.

“I need you to go to the Night Court, as soon as possible. I need to know if our home was affected by the earthquake as well.”

“I will go when I am sure that this city is being taken care of.” he replied softly. A small flash of annoyance in Rhys’s eyes, though it disappeared soon.

Before anyone could respond further, Cassian arrived, leading the two High Lords behind him. Thesan and Tamlin.

At the arrival of the High Lord of Spring, everyone tensed. Tamlin’s green eyes were steely, one of the only parts of him visible beneath the layers of dust.

“Thesan.” Rhysand started, and I could hear the strain in his voice, see the barely restrained curl of his lip as Tamlin surveyed the group. “Is there anything you can do for my son?”

The High Lord of Dawn hesitated for a moment, stepping closer to Cirrus. “What happened to him?”

“The same thing that happened to me.” Mireya answered softly. “He must have felt what I did. That tugging sensation, deep in my gut. I don’t know what it was.”

“He also hit his head.” Tess added. “I think he could be concussed.”

“My magic is… not obeying.” Thesan admitted with a wince. “I am struggling to use it. I could hardly reach it enough to heal my own wounds.”

So it wasn’t just the Night Court that was having issues with their powers.

Even with the declaration, Thesan still bent down to look Cirrus over. He placed a hand on his pale forehead, then traced down to where the blood still ran in a slow rivulet.

“All his wounds are only skin deep.” Thesan muttered, more to himself than any of us. “His own Fae blood should be healing him by now.”

“Our Fae blood should be healing all of us.” I snapped, feeling my temper starting to rise. Everything was all wrong, and I had stopped praying to wake up from a nightmare. Everything was all wrong, and everything was also undeniably real. “But it’s not. We don’t know why. Can you heal him or not?”

Thesan looked like he might be considering snapping back, but after a few moments, decided against it. “I can try my best.”

Holding his hands over Cirrus’s bloodied head, it took a long, silent minute before a faint glow began to emant from them, the light so soft it was hardly noticeable.

It took several minutes, minutes where we all waited with bated breath. A bead of sweat dripped down the male’s brow, sliding down and taking dust with it.

And slowly, ever so slowly, the skin where the blood gushed out began to knit together, until fresh, brand new skin sat in its place, as raw and pink as the day he’d been born.

“He will be sore.” Thesan panted, sitting back on his heels. “But it will not be as severe as if it were left untreated.”

Rhysand’s violet eyes met those of shimmering gold, sincerity lacing every word as he said, “Thank you.”

After another moment of silence, it was Tamlin who spoke this time.

“I need to find my son. And we must return home.”

“We all want to return home, Tamlin.” Feyre snarked, then took a deep breath, steadying herself and the shield of wind she now commanded. “But none of us will be able to if we don’t find the others and figure out the damage already done to the Summer Court.”

Tamlin gave a snarl, glaring at Azriel. “As if you weren’t already sending your Shadowsinger back to your hellish court.”

“I am not leaving until I am sure each and every person in this meeting is safe.” Azriel’s voice was low, dangerous. Tamlin just rolled his eyes.

The male’s bright green gaze landed on me, and his face twisted in a cruel smirk that had my blood boiling.

“Or were you thinking of sending the youngling to do your spying for you? I do say, she is… quite small.”

“Yeah, and you saw with your own eyes how she kicked Autumn’s heir’s ass yesterday.” Tess snapped back.

“Stop arguing!” Camille hissed, standing up and placing her small frame in between me and the High Lord. “We’re accomplishing nothing with this.”

“My daughter is right.” Rhys agreed, gently easing Cirrus to the floor and standing up. “Tamlin, you have control over wind. How about you put that to use and clear this dust?”

The High Lord of Spring’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. One of his hands tightened into a fist, and had I focused more, I might have seen the beginnings of those claws Aunt Feyre always talked about.

Instead, I observed Tamlin’s face, allowing my shadows to twine around him, unabashed, gathering what information they pleased. Reaching so deep for his power, he could do little to protest.

A breeze, flower scented and gentle, flowed around us, strong enough I could feel it even with the shield my Aunt kept up around us. The wind that was so at odds with Tamlin’s personality, soft and soothing to the male’s brash and rude demeanor.

Whatever that power was, it worked, because the dust cleared, surely and steadily. A few bodies were uncovered, and other Fae were cleared into the open, dazed and confused, but still standing.

I didn’t bother wasting time just watching. Neither did the rest of my family. Even Aunt Nesta got up, and joined us to go gather the people. As the dust cleared further, even Feyre dropped the protective shield in favor of rescuing the others.

I reached High Lord Tarquin first, where he stood with his wife, Arianna. Both looked dazed, but Tarquin’s face shifted into one of relief as he spotted Neia with us. The young girl stood and ran into her parents’ arms, sobbing all the while.

More people were retrieved, various entourages of Courts. I rejoiced when Mor and Amren were recovered, thought the latter only snapped that we shouldn’t have been worried, and she could care for herself.

Among the gathered people, I felt a flash of disappointment when Lord Eris emerged with a snarl.

Though, of course, if he had died in the quake, that would mean that Daylor was the new High Lord of Autumn. I wasn’t quite sure how that made me feel.

The feel of his skin on mine still remained in my mind, though buried far, far in the back. The sounds he made, the way he moved… all of it fresh, nearly demanding to be thought about. I refused to let those thoughts win.

People are dying in the city.

All thoughts of the male died as the shadows crooned in my ear, nearly mocking. So rarely did they show personality, as they did now, and never before had they been so aggressive, so demanding.

People are dying. You must do something.

It took all my willpower not to hiss out loud. I glanced over my shoulder, to where Tamlin still stood, though his golden face was ashen. He looked as if he were on the verge of collapse.

At least the dust was cleared. Though it revealed the full scope of the destruction. It was a damn miracle the floors this far up were still holding our weight.

Nobody was speaking. The floors were so weak, we just might all crash to the ground if someone started an argument.

Still, Eris spoke up.

“While I’m glad everyone is here and accounted for, we need to retrieve my sons. They were all still asleep in their rooms.”

“And I need to take care of my city.” Tarquin replied, his even temper worn short. “Get your sons, Eris, and head back to Autumn. In fact, everyone can head back to their courts. Survey your own damage. We don’t need extra people in the way.”

“Our meeting isn’t over-” The High Lord snapped, but was silenced when Tarquin held up a hand.

“I am one word away, Eris.” His voice was low, deadly, the normal gentle High Lord gone. “One more word, and I will drown you where you stand.”

Eris’s face went as red as his hair, and he snarled, only for his wife to place her hand on his arm, reigning him in. She glanced over at Saphira, in her arms, the little girl’s eyes wide.

He backed down, incredibly. All eyes in the ruined hall were on him, and he knew it. Still, he glowered at Tarquin with lowered eyes.

“Eris, let us help you get your sons.” Azriel spoke suddenly, and the tension in the room sparked. “It’s safer. We have wings.”

“As if.” The male hissed back. “Keep your Night Court filth away-”

“Please.” Eris’s wife spoke above him, voice desperate. “Find my boys. I don’t care what you must do. But you kept my daughter safe.”

Eris’s growl was guttural, but the female didn’t so much as flinch.

“Bring my boys back to me, please.”

She was desperate, I realized. A mother’s instincts, she would do whatever it took to have her children by her side and safe. No matter what her awful husband said.

I was ashamed to admit I didn’t remember her name. Hadn’t bothered to, seeing as she was just another one of Eris’s playthings. A prized brood mare, to gift him as many heirs as possible.

She’d done her job well. Three healthy sons, one healthy daughter. And she kept her place at Eris’s side, at his right hand. Perhaps she wasn’t as meek as I’d once assumed.

Azriel gave her a solemn nod, then turned to Cassian. Tess, who was still supporting Mireya, couldn’t come. Neither would Rhys or Feyre, so engrossed in caring for Cirrus.

There were three Autumn Court males. And two Illyrians.

Unless I went as well. I was strong enough to carry one of them. I met the eyes of my father, only to find him already looking at me in anticipation.

I nodded once.

That was all the confirmation he needed, and the three of us traveled deep inside the ruined palace, searching for the heirs of Autumn.

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Neither my father nor my uncle questioned why I knew exactly where I was going. Even with most of the palace destroyed, I remembered the turns and twists and which way to go.

I was both grateful and annoyed at the vast amount of windows in the Summer Court. On one hand, they provided lots of light, but on the other, shattered glass covered almost every surface. My knees barked in pain just at the sight of it.

There was less dust in the hallways, thankfully. Enough for me to cough on, though. Most of it had already floated out the windows.

“We’re close.” I declared, as both my nose and my shadows alerted me. Loam and crackling embers, the unmistakable scent of Autumn.

“Nasir and Alen are on that side of the hallway. Rooms nearby.” I gestured. “Daylor is right here.”

“Winnie,” Azriel started, but I was already pushing my way inside.

The door closed behind me, and my father didn’t follow. I didn’t care.

Daylor’s room was as opulent as mine. More so, even. As well, it looked wholly unaffected by the havoc wrought outside. The only indication something had gone wrong were the cracked windowpanes, and the pictures on the wall that were tilted oddly.

And, of course, the male that was sitting on his bed, a silent observer.

“Your father made it sound like you were half dead.” I remarked, still standing by the door. “But you look pretty coherent to me.”

He gave me an insufferable smirk, crossing his arms. It was really unfair how attractive he was. It was unfair that one look took me back to the night before, where he’d had me pinned to the same bed…

“Why didn’t you leave?” I asked, unable to keep the snarl from my voice. “It’s been chaos in the meeting hall. People are dying down in the streets, and yet you’re still just sitting here.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment, didn’t uncross his arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath, and spoke.

“Is Saphira okay? And my mother?”

I gave him the same treatment, and kept silent, even as my instincts screamed at the cruelty of keeping him in the dark.

“Your mother is fine. Organized the search party, actually.”

He snorted. “I’d hardly call one winged girl a search party.”

I picked at my nails, pretending to be bored. “I believe the word you used yesterday was half-breed.”

The smile turned predatory. “And I believe the word you used yesterday was bastard.”

“None of that matters now, Daylor.” I said back, refusing to fall for the bait he offered.

“Of course, Elowen.” He was testing me, seeing how far he could push before I snapped. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure.

His eyes narrowed again, and he asked another question. “What about Saphira? Is she alright?”

A weak spot on the impenetrable heir of the Autumn Court. He cared for his little sister, even more than for Eris, his High Lord and his father.

“She’s fine.” I could almost see the sigh of relief. “Didn’t even cry when the quake happened. She’s resilient, that one.”

Daylor’s handsome face tightened at that, a glare forming, though not aimed at me. The expression lingered for hardly half a second, but I still could see it plain as day.

At the question no doubt evident on my own face, he scowled. “Saphira doesn’t cry. Hasn’t for years.”

There was a story behind that, I was sure. But right now… I suddenly became starkly aware of the situation again. I hated him for it, for the way he could get me off task so easily, distract me so thoroughly. Hell, the entire city was in ruins, and here we were, discussing his younger sister’s habits.

“We need to leave. Get off the bed and come with me.”

Daylor glanced down at the ground. “If I move, this entire floor will collapse beneath us.”

I sent my shadows out, and stiffened at the information they retrieved. Correct, Daylor Vanserra was. He couldn’t move from the bed, for if he did, yet another part of the palace would crash to the earth.

A small spark of panic surged inside me, and I shoved it down quickly. No time to panic. Time to think.

“We don’t have all day, Elowen.” Daylor snarked. I sent a withering glare his way.

“Maybe try and come up with an idea to save yourself, then, if you’re in such a hurry. You know, instead of sitting on your ass for hours.”

I stepped forward, one foot, two feet… the floor gave a loud groan, and I hopped back. A crackling sound came from beneath the plush carpet, no doubt the floor getting ready to give way.

Think, Winnie, think.

I watched as Daylor slowly rose to his feet on the bed, tall enough that he could touch the blue-painted ceiling. He shifted from foot to foot, brushing his hands through his hair in a manner that could almost be considered anxious.

“Stay still.” I hissed through gritted teeth. “This floor is seconds away from collapsing.”

And he listened. I didn’t have time to take in, however, when the floor groaned again, this time sagging right in the middle. When that part went, so would the bed.

Daylor would have to be one lucky bastard to survive that drop. And considering everyone in the meeting hall had survived the earthquake, I was pretty sure our luck was running low.

I didn’t know what to do. I was trapped, far away, with the only exit being the door behind me. My shadows were writhing, collecting information, but nothing of use.

People are dying.

“I know.” I muttered back, “I know.”

“What?” Daylor snapped, crossing his arms again. I ignored him.

I was still mulling over my choices, when, suddenly, the door behind me slammed open. I stepped forward out of shock, my entire foot going right through the floor.

“Winnie!” Azriel roared, but I was already moving. Ripping my foot away, I sprinted to the bed, throwing myself upon it. I didn’t have any more time to think. Just time to move.

Daylor shouted profanities as I grabbed him, scooping him into my arms just like I had done with Neia earlier, though it took more effort.

Crashing sounded behind us, but I didn’t dare look. Instead, I hurled myself off the bed, keeping the male secure in my arms.

The balcony door. It was unlocked, though it didn’t matter, as I smashed through it anyway. Glass exploded around us, and I heard screams, smelled blood, but I didn’t care.

I jumped right off the balcony. I heard Daylor’s roar, one of raw terror, but I didn’t slow. We hurtled towards the ground, the wind shifting the shards of glass deeper inside my skin.

At the last second, I flared my wings wide, a roar of my own on my lips. We soared upward, catching the wind, the sky somehow an open, endless blue, even with the destruction below us.

The wind rippled my hair out of my face, and I breathed the first deep, true breath I had in a while- and I could have enjoyed it further, if it weren’t for the Autumn Court male’s screaming.

Turning back towards the ruined palace, I bit back a yelp of pain as one of the shards of glass dug further into my skin. But it was soon lost in a gasp of horror as I saw the palace from above.

Where we had just left was entirely caved in, floors and floors sliding down the side, still crashing.

My father was still in there.

I blocked out the blind terror that threatened to overtake me, taking in another deep breath. I angled us toward the meeting hall, though every part of me begged to be down in the city, where the scent of terror and despair was pungent.

It didn’t take long for us to arrive back at the palace, with the speed my wings could take me. The glass was growing more painful by the minute, and I knew I needed to stop and get the shards removed.

Everyone was silent as we landed. Every single person, even the littlest children. I practically dumped Daylor onto the floor, but the male managed to keep his balance through sheer luck.

I met the eyes of Eris first. The perpetual scowl, the anger, was still present. In fact, he looked more resentful of me than usual. Even as his son stumbled over to him. Injured, but alive.

His wife spoke to me instead, her littlest child still wrapped up in her arms.

“Thank you.”

I gave her a stiff nod in return, as every movement sent a spark of pain through my body.

Rhysand met me next, pulling me towards him.

“Winnie,” he murmured, “what you just did was incredibly stupid, and incredibly brave.”

“Brave and stupid, my two middle names.” I joked.

“I’m going to get Thesan to heal you.” He continued, though he cracked a small smile.

“Don’t bother.” I insisted. “Just help me get the glass out, and I’ll be fine.”

My uncle gave me a look, but didn’t press. Just led me away from the commotion, to a quieter part of the destroyed meeting hall.

“Where are Cassian and Azriel?” I asked as Rhys worked, gently pulling shards of glass from my body with a pair of tweezers he’d summoned from… somewhere. I almost dreaded his answer.

“Alive.” He answered. “And well. I feel them. Neither is injured.”

I tensed, biting my lip as a particularly long shard was removed. “I just worried. Azriel startled me, and that made half the palace crumble…”

Oh gods. I’d just crushed half the palace. All for one measly male, a Vanserra at that.

“No,” Rhys soothed, “you did not bring half the palace down. Just one wing. And it would have fallen anyway, Winnie.”

“Still.” I muttered, shifting awkwardly where I sat.

We sat in silence for another few minutes, the only noise being the bits of glass pulled from my skin. Blood dribbled from a few of the gashes, though none of it was nearly as bad as Cirrus’s head had been.

When all the glass was gone, Rhys pulled a roll of bandages from the pocket between worlds, wrapping up the most bloody wounds. Thankfully, none of the glass had pierced my wings, leaving most of the bandages to be wrapped around my arms and legs.

The shadows sensed them before I did, this time. I turned to glance up at my father as he arrived. Caked in more dust, but no other visible injuries.

“Winnie.” Azriel breathed, sitting down and pulling me close, though gentle on my fresh injuries. “Thank the Cauldron you’re okay.”

“I thought you might have gotten crushed when the floor collapsed.” I whimpered, allowing my father to hold me.

“No, no.” he insisted. “Winnie, I was so worried- you jumped out of a window, for Cauldron’s sake!”

“I’ve got wings, dad.” I chuckled. “And I’m fine. Did you and uncle Cas get the others?”

Azriel nodded. “Nasir was still out cold. Alen was up, but didn’t know where to go. Both of them are fine now.”

Rhys glanced between us, violet eyes calculating. He was up to something, starting a scheme.

Sure enough, he stood up, offering me a hand up. Azriel stood up as well, brushing the dust off his pants, then looked up suddenly.

They were talking using their minds. A secret, easy communication that was impossible to overhear, not with the way both of their minds were guarded.

“What are you talking about?” I hissed, keeping my voice as low as possible. My father and uncle shared another glance, before my father gave a short, sharp nod.

I’m sending Azriel on a mission. Rhys said into my mind. Something about this doesn’t sit right with me. Cirrus and Mireya getting sick, struggling to reach our magic… this isn’t a normal earthquake.

He was right. But…

Let me go with him. I demanded. It took everything in me to send back just one sentence, but I was determined. I needed to find out what was wrong, who was behind this.

You suspect foul play. Rhys commented. It’s a possibility.

Winnie, you are not going. Azriel sent back. If it is foul play, I don’t want to put you at risk.

I can take care of myself, I thought angrily. I’m strong, and none of my powers were weakened. I need more experience, anyway.

More shared glances, more unspoken conversation. I had no doubt that my uncle had just read my mind, and was now relaying the message back to my father. I just had to hope he’d convince him.

You can go. Rhys finally said. But Azriel says that if there is even a sign of danger, you leave immediately.

Okay. I could work with that. I gave my uncle and father a bright grin, smiling wider when Azriel returned it.

I want you both to leave as soon as possible. Get out of here before anyone questions it. Head back to Velaris, get supplies you need, and go out again. I’ll take care of things here.

“Can I at least tell Tess? And my mother?” I whispered, mind too exhausted to attempt more mental speaking. Rhys nodded.

Quickly.

I nodded, turning away from our small group to the larger one, where I could spot my cousin still with Mireya, keeping her up.

The Winter Court heir was looking better, but not fully recovered. She still looked shaky on her feet, evident by how she was leaning on Tess.

“Tess!” I called, and she looked over. I stepped closer, close enough to breathe into her ear, “I have to leave. My father and I are going on a mission.”

She nodded quickly, turning back to her friend. Tess and I both knew how important secrecy was on a normal day, but this was even more so. If the other courts found out, I knew there would be a big debate.

I met her eyes again, hazel meeting hazel. “You take care of the people down there, Tess.”

Another nod. “I will. Good luck.”

Mireya glanced between us curiously, but didn’t comment. And I turned away, seeking out my mother for one last goodbye.

That was when the shout came, the distinct voice of my little cousin, Caliphe, yelling across the room.

“Cirrus is waking up!”

Cirrus POV

Every part of me hurt. My legs, my back, my head.

Great Cauldron, my head.

Blinking against the harsh sun through the shattered windows, I let out a groan that sounded pathetic, even to me. I could already tell that just sitting up was going to be a trial.

And… the odd, tugging sensation deep in my gut was nearly gone. Before, it had been so intense I couldn’t stand up straight, had puked up my breakfast. Now, it had disappeared, as suddenly as it came.

All of this information, before I even took a proper look around.

The lights were too bright, and I screwed my eyes shut tighter. Still, I couldn’t block out the hazy shadows above me, accompanied by the familiar scents of my family.

Caliphe, more specifically.

“Wake up, sleepy-head.” My little sister demanded. I gave another undignified groan, my head giving a throb of pain from the noise.

“Can’t- get… up.” I mumbled through stiff lips, my tongue dry. “Water…”

“He wants water!” She called, her loud voice causing me to wince again.

Comforting arms wrapped around me, my mother’s scent flooding my senses. She gently pulled me into her lap, as if I were no more than a child, careful of my aching body.

“Drink this.” She coaxed. I cracked my eyes open enough to take in the glass she offered me. How she found a cup of water in the chaos surrounding us, I didn’t know. But I sipped from it gratefully.

Every part of me felt… off. Fuzzy, like a dream.

I had dreamed, when I was unconscious. Flickering flames, shifting from red to orange to gold in an instant, embers crackling loudly.

Strange dreams were the least of my problems, however. Even the odd ache in my gut that had disappeared wasn’t as concerning as the destruction all around us.

I took another sip of water, mentally checking myself over. Head? Throbbing. Body? Aching. And my magic…

Subdued.

“I can’t reach my magic.” I said dumbly, glancing around at my friends and family. “Something is wrong.”

“I know.” Feyre soothed. “It’s happened to all of us. Don’t use your magic right now, Cirrus. Let yourself recover some more.”

“But… my magic.” My mind couldn’t compute. Magic had always been at the tips of my fingers, at my beck and call. I could switch from water to wind to light in an instant, power flooding out of me.

It was still there. All of it was. Just… pushed deep inside of me. Coaxing up even something small, like a drop of water, would be an effort, I could already tell.

And the strange damper was affecting everyone. It seemed like a miracle that the glamour on my wings still held strong. For little Caliphe, hers was gone, Illyrian wings on full display.

“We need to get out of here.” My father urged. “Azriel, I want you and Winnie to take Cirrus back home. Let Madja care for him.”

“I don’t need to be coddled.” I snapped. “I know that there are people who need our help. Don’t push me away.”

“You can’t even stand right now, son.” Rhys deadpanned. “You’re going home.”

After another moment’s hesitation, he gestured to my littlest sister. “Take her as well. She’ll only get underfoot.”

“Hey!” Cali protested, but her demands fell on deaf ears.

“Why are uncle Az and Winnie leaving, anyway?” I interrupted the oncoming tantrum to ask my cousin a question.

“I want to make sure the Night Court hasn’t been affected.” My father responded evenly.

And I want them to search for the source. The quake wasn’t a normal one, that’s for sure.

I gave a brisk nod, not feeling confident enough in my powers at the moment to respond mentally. I trusted Azriel and Winnie. They’d find the culprit, and they’d figure out how to get our powers back fully.

“We should get going.” Azriel said softly. “Sunset is nearly upon us.”

He was correct. The sun was dipping towards the west, and I knew that soon, the sky would be filled with the brilliant pink and orange of a Summer Court sunset.

It had been late morning when the earthquake had happened. How long had I been passed out?

Everyone looked uncomfortably between each other, but said nothing. Instead, Rhys nodded to my uncle.

“Safe travels, brother.”

Winnie took my hand, in preparation for winnowing, while Azriel grabbed Caliphe. My sister looked put out, but didn’t complain.

“Take care of yourself, Cirrus.” My mother whispered, giving me one last soft squeeze. She cracked a forced smile. “And don’t let your sister eat too many cookies.”

“We should all be home soon.” Rhys assured me. “But I want to help Tarquin’s people. Their city was destroyed in the earthquake.

A spark of hatred flashed through me, for my father making me leave, not letting me help. Innocents were dying, losing their homes, and I was being toted back home, nothing more than a wayward child.

But I didn’t have enough energy to be angry. So I just nodded.

“Let’s go.” Azriel said gently. Winnie squeezed my hand once, and then we were gone, squeezed through the pocket between worlds, suffocating for just a second.

And I found myself sitting in the living room of the River House, my cousin by my side. Azriel and Cali sat on another part, my little sister still pissed from being taken from the action.

I took a deep breath, keeping the ache at bay. My head was pounding again, and I shut my eyes against the light.

“I’m getting Madja, and then we’re leaving.” Winnie told me. I nodded vaguely, not quite hearing her.

The sound of fire crackled in my ears, and I sat up straight, surprised to find no flames near me. Visions danced before my closed eyes, flames of glittering gold far too close to my face.

That heat felt real, yet it wasn’t.

“Aunt Lainey had a vision.” Caliphe said bluntly, crawling across the couch after Azriel and Winnie left. My cousin to get the healer, my uncle to gather supplies.

“What about?”

“I don’t remember everything,” my sister shrugged, “but I know she saw a bird. A hawk, I think. Then aunt Nesta and uncle Rhys talked about aunt Amren’s books for a while.”

“Not much to go off, huh.” I muttered dryly, and Cali shrugged again.

Winnie was back, Madja at her side. I reigned in my groan at being coddled, yet again, as the older female came over to examine me.

“Winnie!” Cali said suddenly, jumping up. “What was the rhyme aunt Lainey said? About the blue eyes?”

After a moment of thought, my cousin answered. “The fairest eyes from legends old, the brightest blue, ringed with gold.”

Caliphe nodded, satisfied, while fire flickered at the edge of my vision at her words.

“Winnie, let’s get going.” Azriel called after his daughter. “As far as I’m aware, nothing in Velaris is amiss. We check out the rest of the Night Court, and we keep going.”

Madja glanced up from where she’d been fussing over the cuts on my knees. “If you will, Lord Azriel, not everything is fine. My magic has been weakened.”

The color drained from my uncle’s face. “Here, too?”

Madja nodded. “It’s still there, but hidden. Hard to reach.” Looking over me once more, she continued, “So I’ll give you a tonic for the pain, my Lord.”

“Then our mission has become more important.” Azriel sighed. “Winnie, finish up. The sooner we’re out of here, the better.”

My cousin didn’t object, slinging a skin of water over her shoulder as well as a small pack of other supplies. Azriel was prepared similarly, and both of them had shadows weaving over their shoulders.

Shadowsingers, the both of them. Some of the only magic that didn’t seem to be affected.

Madja gave me a small, sweet-smelling tonic while she went to work wrapping bandages over my legs. Winnie as well was covered in them, but whatever had caused her to need them couldn’t have been too bad, if she was still being allowed to go with her father.

“I’ll look into that rhyme while you’re gone.” I told her. “You said it might be found in Amren’s books, right?”

Winnie nodded. “Yes. You might want to look at more than that. See if there’s a way to weaken power in a long range.”

She leaned in, squeezing me tight. I returned the hug, as did Caliphe, until Azriel gave a pointed cough.

“Stay safe.” I warned. “You don’t want to leave Tess to beat up all the Illyrian males by herself, do you?”

Winnie gave me a wicked grin as she stepped away. “I wouldn’t dream of it. She can’t have all the glory.”

She stepped away, and I took a sip of the tonic. Clasping hands with her father, the two of them winnowed away, leaving no trace behind.

Cauldron keep them safe, I prayed.

Outside, starlight shone in through the windows. In the short time we’d been in the River House, night had fallen, leaving the only light to be what reflected off the rippling Sidra.

I wrapped an arm around my little sister, sending up a few more prayers while I finished off my tonic. For my family, my friends, for the ruined Summer Court.

More flames, at the back of my mind. My gut gave a soft tug in answer. I ignored it, staring out the window instead.

The brightest blue, ringed with gold.

Instead of those, eyes of piercing forest green stuck in my mind. More fire. A flicker of lightning, a breath of wind. Another tug in my stomach.

Fly fast, Winnie.

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And there it is! What did y'all think?

Any more guesses on what caused the earthquake/strange sickness/disappearing magic? I mean, it's probably really obvious, but I just love hearing y'alls opinions!

In the scene where Winnie saves Daylor, there's a little bit of something there... a hint of his true self... hm

The next ACOTAR chapter will probably be only Winnie, unless I decide to change something and include another POV... we'll see. Do y'all like the multiple POVs or single POVs more?

As for the next chapter... I won't tell you anything except the Sygan kiss will finally happen. No more info. I will just say, it's going to be intense.

Love y'all! I really hope you liked this chapter!

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The Killing of Three Thousand Crows Recap EP 1 三千鸦杀

This drama has been a huge blast - I am 8 EPs in and the plot, characters are wonderful and refreshing. The main leads are a hoot themselves, being very hilarious and have their own unique personalities. Props to CGI and costume theme who does their best to make it realistic while in budget, in particularly the costumes feel so natural and pretty.

So just a brief introduction:

This is a Xianxia adaptation from novel of the same name. Xianxia = it involves immortals. Our heroine, Yan Yan, or with her adult/real name Qin Chuan (覃川) is a mortal princess of her country and it has been destroyed by the demon people. Her people are slain and she vowed to kill off each and every demon people to bring peace to her people.

The Male Lead is Jiu Yun (九云), a powerful young immortal who has a crush on her, and he has seen through her ten lives/ previous reincarnation.

We started off with our male lead, Jiu Yun and his friend. His friend ponders why he is sharing with him a drawing by his Shifu/Master and what is it about.

He replied that this was about a war where drums are beating, and bones anre piling up. He also said he didn’t understand the meaning of the drawing for thousand years.

The cinematography is pretty amazing and the narration done by Zhen Ye Cheng (yes our Male lead does his own dubbing along with Zhao Luo Si) is nothing short of haunting. The sequence is written in a semi-classical format, and its a thing of beauty when it combines with great cinematography, great colour combinations, great symbolism (eg drums that reinvigorate a dying party) , great prose and great narration. Look at her red robes flowing in harsh winter while hitting the drums. Maybe I should translate this part later :D

His friend retorted. “It’s normal for mortals to be in war”. He replied "I finally met her yesterday. I have been searching for her for a thousand years” while the screen switch to her facing her enemies alone.

I presume she didn’t survive. Based on some notes on the novel this was her past life. Anyway I really dig these prologues as of late as its normally shot wonderfully and in a simplistic manner + introduce the whole thing.

The scene switched to an enormous paper bird flying down to a city.

I love the design of the paper bird. Its delicate. Can I have one for a Mercedes?

Our heroine slept at class, slacking off from learning paper folding spells which is a secret skill of Dali royalty. He also scold her that she have already learn for a year but she knew nothing.Her Shifu challenges her to make ten paper crane.

She could fight with Bai Qian with tardiness though what Bai Qian did is even more crayy

She defended herself that paper folding spells emphasize on making it freely/casually. Under her shifu threat, she back off, saying she can do it anyway, but instead she made a frog.

The sequence is amazing btw. The CGI is really on point here :D

The paper container too is delightfully designed. Along with the sunscreen panels at the background

The set design and the headdress. Its amazing. Look at the Peach blossom background :D. And I enjoyed her acting a lot. She displays the right amount of mischievousness here :D

Our princess met with her brother and to cheer her up, her brother shows her a painting he obtained. She said the painting is fine but not worth two to three thousand coins.

Yeap. It looks like regular drawing even from my POV. But I hope whoever drawing this is not offended T_T (based on TMOPB the artist will normally on set whenever their artwork is shown)

He asks her to look at it carefully. Soon the garden turns into winter, and winter plum blossom starts blooming, and sometime later it turns back to normal. She excitedly asks him where he obtains the painting. He told her he obtained it from the famed painter, Gongzi Qi (公子齐).

Cue hilarity ensured of Gongzi Qi being synonymous with celebrity, full-on with fans dying to have his artwork and to see him, and her brother the prince being very excited to obtain one. While looking for the artist, a scroll appears on his hand and he looks both happy and confused.

Here’s how he describes Gongzi Qi:

Gongzi Qi, he was rumoured to be extremely handsome, with one of the kind drawing skills. He was rumoured to apply rare immortal spells to his artwork.

She muses that man is too proud. And if Gonzi Qi said his art skills are his second-best skill, then his music skills should be out of the world. Her brother said he wrote a song titled East Wind Peach Blossom Flower .. nope it's half a song not a full song (WTF XD) and he refuses to write the other half, saying that no dancer will be able to dance this song (I see you Gongzi Qi, you are tempting her). Indeed our princess is up to the challenge and asks her brother to request him to finish the song so she can dance to it.

The siblings then visit their cousin, where her brother advises her not to be rude. Apparently their aunt and cousin are attending their mom’s 40th birthday celebration.

After greetings and praises, the two women throwing barbs at each other, we know that Xuan Zhu (玄珠，the cousin) recently start to learn immortal skills under a mysterious teacher. Their barbs become a quarrel, causing their companions to try to rein them in. Yan Yan excuses herself. The quarrel continues as both are tugging a purple handkerchief.

A man came in. Yan Yan seems to be jealous that this guy (Zuo Zi Chen, 左紫辰) seems to come here to visit Xuan Zhu. He clarifies that he is here on behalf of his father to see her cousins. She instantly brightens up and let him go.

OK, first crush? And guy seems to be interested.

At the court, the King seems to be really worried about Tian Yuan, as they have usurped three countries around Dali. He is also worried as his prime minister Zuo (Zi Chen dad) applies for retirement at this time due to health. He announces that he will pay a visit to Prime Minister Zuo.

Our Prime Minister seems quite healthy (healthier than the king!!) and performs some ritual that's clearly demonic.

This is performed in front of a satan like figure. That's demonic even in Taoist book right?

Our prince got the sheet music, but with a bet from Gongzi Qi: She must be able to perform it, else he will make her a laughing stock. While visiting the prime minister, she took the opportunity to visit Zi Chen. She blocks him from visiting the king. Instead, she wants him to ask him something on the new music sheet she obtained since he is extremely good with music.

uwuuw the music sheets are so pretty

Zi Chen was amazed since he never saw such complicated tunes. There is a catch though. The verse she pointed out is rather bloody and will cause the audience and the performer to feel very sad, totally inappropriate for a birthday celebration. He answers the way to go is to change the tunes from a sad tone to a happy one.

Girl is clearly enamored with him and his skills. He turned around and ask whether his modified tunes sounds right. She thinks it's great. And she gifted him a hairpin, helping him to wear the new hairpin. She finishes pining the hairpin and touches his face. He reciprocates by grabbing her hand tenderly

OMG I must say this scene is so well done. Very tender, and little words need to be said.

After she left, his father looks for him. He looks anything but friendly. He asks whether he knew the reason the king came. Oh gosh, the prince is way too naive. His father is clearly plotting about something. But he is a young man in the midst of meeting his first love, maybe that's why he didn't catch on the shenanigans.

The Princess is totally unaware of the plot tho, she happily shares her joy with her maid, Aman and hoping for the day Zi Chen will marry her. She also declares that she will be able to conquer the tough music sheets and it will prove Zi Chen's musicality is superior to Gongzi Qi.

At night Gongzi Qi visited her, leaving her a note. She wakes up and declared again that she will win their bet. Gongzi Qi hears her in the court garden and leaves with a smile.

It seems like the budget is spent on the prince wardrobe. His gear looks very natural and menacing ha. But the candles deco is totally inferior to TMOPB Ye Hua house. Maybe the Demon People are saving the $ for war?

Yan Yan dance is stellar, she interprets the music sheets beautifully, with peach blossoms,snow and leaves. The audience including her brother, Zi Chen, and Gongzi Qi are amazed.

Oh wow the music is wonderful. It reminds me of TMOPB EP30 Peach blossom scene OST - the warm and sweet feel kinda touch. And the dance is shot beautifully. Although I think some of the dance moves are done by a professional dancer? Not a problem imo since one of the most beautiful performances in cdrama history is choreographed by a dancer.

And YESSSS.... his wardrobe is really on point here and the angles the cinematographer take is really good. He is not your conventionally attractive lead so I understand that some angles will not stand out. Kudos to the production team!

The dance ended and Gongzi Qi was shocked that she changed the ending of his sheet music. HA, SO YOU KNOW SHE IS GONNA PERFORM AT HER MUM’S BIRTHDAY BASH PARTY AND YOU WRITE HER A BLOODY TUNE? lmao he is pissed and serves him right XD. And what's wrong with your bestie XD? He seems to have a tendency to pine after a married woman.

They met Shifu who seems to be their ShiXiong (Elder brother disciple). Shifu reminded Gonzi Qi that since he is an immortal, he shouldn’t involve with mortal matters especially when Yan Yan is still very young. Gongzi Qi asks if he insists on doing it? Shifu replied that her fate has been decided and he shouldn’t go against fate. He seems to accept that decree and he hands over a huge scroll of painting, requesting Shifu to pass it to her.

Note: The reason why Shifu is able to involve is that he owes a debt to the Dali Royal family per the book.

At night the city is being attacked, and Yan Yan wakes up feeling happy and refreshed. She saw the painting scroll, both her and her maid marvelled at the painting and she told her maid that she wants to go outside alone to visit Zi Chan.

Meanwhile, Zi Chan father sent his son away “ For praying in the temple. Do request for glory at Royal Court”. His son wonders as his dad will not need it because he is retiring. His dad replies smoothly that it’s for Zi Chan. Zi Chan wanted to pray for his father’s health, and his father praised him lightly, sending him away. Looks like he is sending him away for safety.

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I have been waiting for this drama for some time, and luckily they are no longer stuck in broadcasting hell. This EP has a lot to unpack, introducing the background and characters. I feel this EP wonderfully introduces multiple characters while making Yan Yan and Zi Chan characters unique. Yan Yan character is sweet while slightly spoiled, she is still very charming herself, and have all the characteristics of a well-loved high born lady. Zi Chan too stands out as the highly ranked son, with his politeness and his crush with Yan Yan being really subtle. Plot-wise it is interesting and hopefully, the revenge plot won’t be too over the top later. The drama is also not afraid to insert some modern jokes (AHEM CELEBRITY ARTIST) while feeling super natural in doing so.

The magic spells they introduce are fairly unique too (paper magic) which can be quite handy. The brief introduction of paper cranes and paper frogs are delightful. The costumes are delightful too. One of the difficulties of cdrama production is making costumes natural relative to the period and making it beautiful. I love Zi Chan wardrobe here because he looks great in it while not making him too prince-like. Likewise I like that Gongzi Qi wardrobe are slightly more fancier than a normal immortal /Taoist disciple (YEAH HIS WEIRDASS WAYS) but not that fancy.

I think one of the downsides for this drama is the set production. Some of the sets like the snow scene are totally beautiful, while at some parts its so obvious the wood is made of plastic, or the garden looks too tropical. That being said I understand cdrama fantasy budgets are tight + high likelihood of delayed broadcasting, so these downsides are relatively minor, plus the cinematography team is killing it, so I think in overall any fan of xianxia should watch it.

#the killing of three crows #三千鸦杀 #cdrama #recap #review #thoughts #the killing of three thousand crows

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jaqaryafics · 5 years

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Surprise - Jaqarya One Shot

Summary: Upon her arrival in Braavos, Jaqen shows Arya his favourite places

Notes: Requested by: @redismycolourposts : Jaqen shows Arya his favorite places in Braavos, please

I finally finished this! Canon means nothing to me once again. I wrote this from Jaqen's pov, please let me know what you think!

Every day since he's been back in Braavos, Jaqen carefully looked at all the ships in the port and who was leaving them. He's been expecting Arya for years.

Every day he wondered what she's doing. How many people has she killed already? She was capable of incredible things. He was both fascinated and intimidated by her. And gods how much he admired her for it. She wasn't scared of anything.

Every day his admiration grew stronger. He already killed for her, but he would do it again. He would kill all the Kings and Queens in the world if she said she wanted it. And he would let her kill him if that's what she wanted.

It's been years. Did she forget about him? Well of course, she didn't need him. He knew that from the beginning. He knew she didn't need to find him again, but gave her the coin hoping she would want to. There was something special about that girl. He hoped she would still want to see him.

Sometimes he became worried, what if she's somewhere, hurt and alone, with no one to help her? That was the hardest thought to bear. He constantly had to tell himself, she's brave and strong and perfectly capable of defending herself.

Jaqen went to sleep every night, thinking about Arya. Faceless men weren't supposed to have dreams, but she was always in his. So every morning, he went to the port again, hoping to see her.

The Faceless Men weren't happy with his state of being. He wasn't supposed to form personal attachments.

Jaqen decided that if Arya doesn't show up within a fortnight, he's leaving the order and going to look for her.

The days have passed. On his way out of the House of Black and White, he bumped into a faceless man.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Westeros." Jaqen answered impatiently.

"You can't. Your duties are here-"

"A man has no duties here." He looked angrily at the faceless man.

"If you go out of those doors now," The faceless man said, "you'll never get back in. They will be closed for you forever."

"A man can live with that." Jaqen said and confidently walked out.

He walked towards the port and counted coins in his hand. It should be enough to get him a place on a boat to We-

His thoughts got interrupted as two playing children ran into him. They didn't even stop, or apologize. Just rammed into him, which made him drop some coins and ran right away. Jaqen knelt down to pick the coins up, but noticed two were missing. It couldn't be the children, they didn't even stop. Besides, they were both around four.

The sun in his eyes made it difficult, but he saw a figure in front of him examining two coins in their hands. Jaqen silently walked up to the thief. He needed those coins so being gentle wasn't an option. He swiftly put them in headlock. The element of surprise made the thief drop the coins.

"Let me go!" The thief screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice sounded oddly familiar. She didn't give him enough time to place her voice, since she promptly swinged her sharp elbow in the direction of his stomach. Thanks to Jaqen's fast reflexes, the blow landed on his palm.

He proceeded to grab her arm and quickly twisting it behind her back, to prevent any further movement.

"Get lost." He pushed her away and picked up the coins she had stolen from him.

"Jaqen?!" Hearing the thief say his name made him immediately place her voice. He scolded himself internally for not recognizing it right away. He looked at her and couldn't believe his eyes for a moment. Arya rubbed her shoulder, it looked like what he did was a little painful.

"Gods, are you okay?!" He immediately blurted out and put his hand on her painful shoulder.

"A man didn't know it was you. I'm so sorry..." He stroked her arm. She didn't seem very alarmed with her injury though, since she started giggling.

"This is not really how I imagined it." Arya giggled.

Jaqen wanted to ask if she's okay again, but she was faster.

"It's nothing. But you have to teach me how to do that."

He smiled.

"This city is full of things a girl can learn."

"So will you show me all the secret tunnels and shortcuts? And places where assassins go piss?"

"Braavos is an interesting city. Perhaps a man should show a girl the most beautiful places first."

"How about that?" Arya pointed to an area in the lagoon. There were buildings over there, although most of it was submerged in water, just the domes and top floors of high buildings remained above the surface, visible to anyone.

"A girl wants to see The Drowned Town? I'm afraid it's not as interesting as you think it is. Some people still live in there. In the parts above the surface, of course." Jaqen smiled and slightly nodded.

"What are you going to show me then?" Arya asked.

"We're headed that way." He ducked a little, to minimize the height difference between them. He pointed his finger of the left hand at the stone aquaduct that made its way across the whole city. His right hand found a way to her back. When he realized he can't just have his hand on her back, he gently nudged her forward, towards the aquaduct.

Arya understood the gesture and started walking.

"What were you even doing here?" She looked at him.

Jaqen looked down, slightly embarrassed. He wasn't going to admit that he was thinking about her every day until it became unbearable and he decided to go look for her, but then she appeared out of nowhere and stole from him....

"Work." He said.

Arya raised an eyebrow at him.

"What brought a girl to Braavos?" He changed the topic.

Arya sighed and told him everything that happened since they parted in Harrenhal. How The Hound found her, how they arrived to Riverrun only to see the bloody results of the Red Wedding, how Brienne of Tarth showed up, fought The Hound and won.

It made Jaqen's blood boil, what they've done to her family. She really had nobody now. Except for him. And he wasn't going to leave her this time.

"Listen, lovely girl." He stopped and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked into her face and saw her dark eyes looking at him. It was clear that she had teared up. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek.

"You will speak their names and a man will do the rest. I swear it, there will be no one left to hurt you." He said and pulled her towards him, enveloping her in a tight hug. She seemed surprised at first, but then she wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled softly.

When was the last time someone had hugged her? Jaqen thought.

The hug lasted a long time. He suspected that Arya fell asleep in his arms, but then she pulled away slightly and looked up at him.

"Show me the beautiful places first." She smiled.

He returned the smile and they started walking again.

They soon came close to a large temple, made all out of snow white marble, with an enormous silvered dome and milk glass windows that showed the phases of the moon. Jaqen described how enchanting it looks when the moonlight hits one of the windows. Compared to this temple, The Moonsingers' temple, all the other buildings in Braavos, except maybe the Sealord's palace, looked dull.

Arya wanted to take a look inside, but Jaqen stopped her. He wasn't sure how the Moonsingers would react to an unannounced visit, so he just told her to keep walking.

Soon they passed The House of Black and White, which is where Arya asked the most questions.

"I was told I'd find you there, what is it?"

"This is where Faceless Men reside."

"So it's your home?"

"Not anymore."

"What do you mean?"

Jaqen avoided answering her question. He described The Order of Faceless Men in detail, but didn't tell her when, how and why he left.

"How mysterious." Arya smirked, mocking how secretive he was.

"A girl is being rude." He told her.

She just shrugged.

Wow, she hasn't changed at all. Jaqen thought.

From there, they already saw the aquaduct up close, along with the public fountain it brought drinking water into from the mainland. Arya walked up to it and cupped her hands to form a bowl. She took some water into her hands and drank.

"It's good." She smiled. "This aquaduct, is it guarded?"

Jaqen shook his head in response. He saw her intentions in the mischievous look in her eyes, but he couldn't say no.

Arya started climbing, carefully stepping on the large stones the aquaduct was constructed of. Jaqen followed. He had to tell himself to look down where he was stepping, instead of up at Arya's butt. He also couldn't help but wonder whether she'd do the same if it was the other way around.

They reached the arch below where the water flowed. It was long and wide enough just for the two of them to sit next to each other and admire the view.

"It really is beautiful." Arya commented on the view of the whole city in front of them. They could see the Titan too, towering over the lagoon with his broken sword raised above his head.

"Why do you want to leave?" She turned to him.

His response was just a surprised look on his face.

"You were obviously about to get on a ship and leave."

"A faceless man's duties are often far away, as you already know."

"But you said you left the order, what is it that you're not telling me. Why did you even leave The House of Black and White?"

Jaqen sighed. There was no escaping it, he had to tell her.

"It's you." He said, "You're the reason. When you took so long to come, a man wanted to go find you. You never leave my thoughts, lovely girl."

Arya smiled softly and reached out for his hand. He could've sworn he saw her blush.

He leaned closer to her.

"You're very beautiful." He said quietly, almost whispering. "And so very brave." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was just like the hug. She was surprised at first, but once she realized what was going on, she gave in to the sensation and became an active participant.

Jaqen H'ghar didn't expect to spend his day making out with Arya Stark on an aquaduct. But it was a very pleasant surprise.

#jaqarya #jaqen h'ghar x arya stark #arya stark x jaqen h'ghar #arya stark #jaqen x arya #arya x jaqen #jaqen h'ghar #braavos #game of thrones #got #house of black and white

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Adventures with Little Class 1-A

to start this out No I do not own Buko no hero Academia Second this story is mine but characters are not. third sorry I'm not good at fanfiction at all. This is nonsexual so please no making it weird. No hate comments if you didn't like that, but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated ^-^

(This is a platonic CGL Shinsou x Midoriya x Todoroki, I made Shinsou Asexual Panromantic so he loves Midoriya and Todoroki in a more romantic love) (Shinsou is a little Midoriya is a Cg and Todoroki is a switch but mainly a little) 3rd pov: Today was a snow day, so that meant the students could stay in the dorms to wait out the snow day. For some of the students that meant a big play date for the littles and caregivers in the common room or in their dorms. For Shinsou that meant being little in his room all alone, he never ha a play date with anyone except for Todoroki in little space. He was afraid of getting outcast-ed more than he already felt and get mad which he knew would scare the other littles and CGs. The reason was because of his quirk no matter what people would call him a villain, or because he looked scary due to his insomnia. Midoriya and Todoroki were the only ones he was little around, he only trusted them because they weren't afraid of him, or so he knew. He just wanted to be trusted and not feared, no matter what head-space he was in. In little space Shinsou was shy-er than usual but with Midoriya and Todoroki he was a sweet, dorky, playful baby. He loved to cuddle, play with his plush kitten and dinosaurs, his favorite game to play was ninja, wearing his scarf like a ninja mask and well you know you get the gist. He was soon taken out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed, it was Midoriya! M-Hey Shinsou do you wanna play with the other littles? S-no..they'll just get scare of me and run away, they don't like me T~T M- Well you know what, you don't need to pay them any mind, you know that you're a good boy and you have every right to have fun in little space as they do. S- I-I scawred M- do you want me to come and get you? S-yes pwease M-alright daddy's coming get your little space bag ready. S-okie daddy So with that Shinsou got out his little bag and got out what he wanted to take down stairs. Down stairs Midoriya was thinking about how lonely Shinsou must be. So He got out his phone and texted Shinsou when he was finished he told Ururaka to watch Todoroki. "Hey Ururaka can you please watch Todoroki? I need to go get something up stairs." "Sure thing Deku, he's so cute." The brunette coos at the duel haired little, who giggles at his hair being ruffled. Midoriya nods and heads off up stairs to get Shinsou, he knew that there was gonna be some controversy for the little but he wasn't gonna let the others bring him down. Going up stairs he gets to Shinsou's room and knocks on the door. "Shinsou buddy, its me Midoriya." It only took a few seconds for the door to open where the taller boy stood. In a purple shirt, and black overall with the skeletal drawing down to his knees, black boots, and a black choker with a ring on it. "Do you have everything?" "I no have my stuffie Rwen" Ren is a plushie dog that Shinsou got that's from this show that he loves to watch. "Its okay, why don't we look for Ren together?" Midoriya offered Shinsou nods eagerly with his backpack on his back, so they looked around. Finally Midoriya found Ren in Shinsou's drawer that held some of his clothes. "I found Ren baby, he was in your dresser drawer." "Rwen!" Shinsou cheered and quickly grabbed his stuffie, he thanks his 'dada' and holds his hand. "Are you ready now little one?" Shinsou was nervous about seeing the other, he was afraid he'd 'ruin' their fun and scare them away. Midoriya sense his little's nervousness, and squeezed his hand kissing his cheek. "I promise that I will be there for you always no matter what happens." Shinsou nods and agrees to go down stairs, so that's what they do. Walking into the common room, Midoriya already has a mental arsenal ready if things go south. "Hi guys I'm back" "Hey Deku did you fi-" Everyone saw them, they saw Shinsou holding Midoriya's hand with his left and a stuffie in his right. Midoriya could sense the tension but didn't care he wanted to make Shinsou feel welcome and not outcast-ed. "come on Shi look there's Todoroki" Shinsou smiled seeing Todoroki, who sat up and went over, Shinsou sat on the many combinations of blankets on the floor. "Todo" He greets, Todoroki hugs Shinsou sweetly and shows him his kitten plushie. Some of the students go back to what they were doing, others stare but were met by the angry glare of daddy Izu. Ururaka was the first to try and brake the ice, by talking to Mina who was watching Sero play with Kaminari. "So Mina where did you get Sero's pacifiers?" "Oh I got them from the store actually, I just get little crafts to decorate them for Sero." "ooh that's smart, I see that he likes them too-" Just as Ururaka finished Sero pulled on Mina's shirt, and made a soft whine. "Yes baby?" Sero points to his bag "What do you want baby you have to use your words" "game" "Oh do you want your 3DS?" Sero nods so that's what he gets, thanking his mommy and goes back to Denki to play video games. Kirishima being the daring little he was went over to Shinsou, who went to Midoriya to hide while Todoroki went to play with Iida. Shinsou was too shy to go and make friends on his own, he was afraid to mess up and scare them. He was 'hiding' in Midoriya's lap, when Kirishima came over, and started a conversation. "H-Hey Shisou" Shinsou didn't really know if Kirishima was really talking to him, he points at himself and Kirishima nods. Kirishima sees Shinsou's stuffie and asked "who that?" Shinsou was shocked he actually started a conversation and was a little nervous to reply. He was too little to activate his quirk but he knew nobody else knew. "his name Rwen" "Ooh coowl this Sunkiss" Kirishima shows Shinsou his sunrise colored dragon, slowly progress was being made. "Coowl, this is dada." Shinsou says pointing to Midoriya, the green haired boy chuckles and waves at Kirishima, who waves back. Kirishima goes over to Bakugou and says "this my daddy" "Awesome!" Bakugou couldn't help but crack a smile and asked "Are you making friend Kiri" "Uh huh this is Shisou, he has stuffie Rwen." "Cool maybe Sunkiss and Ren can be friends too" "Yeah best fwiends like me and Shisou" Shinsou's eyes went wide "w-we frwiends?" Kirishima nods "yeah why not?" Shinsou smiles and gives thumbs up at Kirishima, both of their caregivers chuckle. "Wanna cowor?" Kirishima asked going through his bag and getting out a coloring sheet and crayons, Shinsou's eyes light up and he nods. So far things were going well, Midoriya slowly dropped his guard while talking to the other caregivers. "So Midoriya I didn't know Shinsou was a little" Mina says Midoriya nods "yup and he's adorable, him and Todoroki get along really well." "Really? He's kinda intimidating" Sato asked looking at the little color "well you don't know him that well" "That's true he doesn't really talk" Sato says giving him soft eyes, Jirou then says. "Well I mean when you've got a quirk like that not many people are gonna talk to you, and I wouldn't blame them. Especially if you don't know their intentions." Shinsou knew that they were talking about him and he didn't like it, he never liked all of that attention. He stopped coloring and started to whimper "Jirou stop it you're gonna make him cry, and then you'll piss deku off." Mina says, Jirou giggles "Oh please he knows its true, and Deku getting pissed off don't make me laugh." Said caregiver was trying to keep his cool, that was until he saw Kirishima comforting Shinsou. "Well you wonder why he barely speaks when you have judgmental so called 'supportive' classmates like yourself." Midoriya says coldly "I think he'll be a great hero, your past upbringing doesn't define how you turn out to be in the future. Your quirk doesn't define who you are either." Todoroki goes over and hugs Shinsou as he slipped into little space, Shinsou nuzzles into Todoroki feeling a little better. He then walked over to Midoriya feeling hungry, and asked. "D-dada" "yes bud" "C-can I has num nums pwease?" "Hm sure why don't we asked if your friends can have food too?" So that's what Shinsou did, well more like him and Kirishima walked over and asked if their friends could eat too. Most said yes some said no, so Midoriya went into the kitchen to make chicken nuggets. He knew that most littles loved chicken nuggets. While he did, Shinsou went over to Kirishima and his friends. "Do you guys wanna pway super spies?" Kirishima asked Shinsou shrugged confusedly "how you pway?" "Gotta be wreal qwiet, and sneak arwound." "sownd wike when I pway ninja" "Ooh you a ninja?" Kaminari asked excitedly Iida chuckled at his littles excitement, it was cute watching the boys play pretend. "hey boys?" Ururaka called out the boys looked over seeing Momo who was wearing a white shirt with a pastel purple overall dress and light pink thigh high socks. "huh?" Kirishima replies "Can Momo play secret spy too?" The boys nods sweetly, and so they put on their bet 'super spy disguise'. Shinsou's was his scarf, covering his mouth like a mask, Kirishima put on his black bandanna. Kaminari puts on his fake sunglasses and so does Sero, Momo used her quirk to make pretend spy gear. So now the game of super spy has begun, tiptoeing and shushing each other to sneak around the place. Todoroki wasn't into playing spy, he wanted to Midoriya make chicken nuggets, well right now they were in the oven. For some reason he liked to watch things cook while in little space. So Midoriya got his laptop out, and turned on a cooking show for the fire and ice wielder. Sucking on his pacifier while watching the show, Shouto was very amused by his entertainment. Once the chicken nuggets were ready and cooled off Midoriya called for the littles. "Alright little spies come on out, I've got chicken nuggets!" One by one they all came out, but before they could try and grab the nuggets their caregivers told them to wash their hands. When Shinsou had finished he waited to get his nuggets, while some of the others pushed and fussed. "hey guys remember to thank Midoriya" Shoji says, Shoji was a babysitter for some of the littles, he loved to play with them since it was easy with all of his arms and eyes. "Tank you Midowiya" they all said "Tank you daddy"His littles smiles "You're all very welcome" When Shouto and Shinsou got to their daddy for nuggets Shouto asked "Daddy c-can I has appi juice?" "Sure love can you bring me your cup?" Shout nods after getting his plate of nuggets, he takes it to the table and goes to grab his Allmight sippy cup. Shinsou puts his nuggets on the table too, and goes to grab his own blue sippy cup that had Pac-man on it. "D-dada, can I has pink dwink?" Midoriya giggles at his bashful little who held out his sippy cup for him. Midoriya nods and tells Shinsou to go back to the table, and that he'll give him his drink in a minute. Sitting at the table Shinsou ate his nuggets quietly with the other some what rowdy littles. Midoriya walked over with the drinks for his littles and they thanked him. Sitting down next to Ururaka with a huff the girls giggle and the gravity girl comments. "tiring right?" "Oh god yes, but they're cute so its worth it." "Yeah, I never thought Shinsou was a little." "Well he is, he's a good one too, both him and Todoroki are very sweet. I can see that Kirishima is the leader of the group though." Bakugou chuckles "Yup he loves to play, so its good he gets to hang out with his little friends when he can." "He's super sweet though" "Tch, that's my little dragon, tough and loud but, cute and sweet." "nice nickname Kaachan" "thanks..deku" "Hey Deku do you have any nicknames for Shinsou and Todoroki?" "Well Todoroki is Todo and Shinsou is Sou." "I call Momo my little princess" And just with that mention from Jirou, Momo looks at her mommy. "Sorry baby just talking about you" Momo continues to eat giving her thumbs up, Deku giggles. "What about you Iida and Mina?" "Well I call denki Thor, because he likes the movie." "I call Sero a scare crow, he loves them and thinks they're cool. He also kinda looks like one." "That's so cute~" Ururaka cooed As they talked the littles finished up their food, and went back to the blanket covered floor. Shinsou still drank his strawberry milk while Izuku played with his hair, Shouto was sitting in Ururaka's lap holding his favorite dinosaur stuffie. "Sou" Shinsou looked up "Did you have fun?" He nods and giggles as Midoriya starts to tickle him, squirming and laughing as his daddy's fingers danced across his body. "Dadaahhh!" He squealed surprising everyone, not many people had seen this side of Hitoshi, but Midoriya had and it was one of the cutest things ever seeing him giggle and shriek. Letting him calm down, Midoriya stopped his reign of tickle torture and held Hitoshi to his chest and started to pant. "I'm glad you had fun baby boy" Todoroki crawled over to Midoriya and asked for his paci, once calm Toshi did the same. Suckling softly on their pacifiers both boys curled up to Midoriya, as did the other littles with their caregivers. Some where getting sleepy, others wanted to play some more but their caregivers were tired. "Dada?" Shinsou says tugging on Midoriya's shirt "hm?" "Tank you"

#I love little shinsou #I used some of my fave ships #hope ya like #sorry I'm not good at writing fanfiction

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The Outside: Chapter 65

Series Ask Blog: @asktheoutside

(( BEHOLD! Dialogue and action, my biggest weaknesses! I should have known this chapter would be a difficult one. Sorry for the delay :/ Also. I think EVERYONE was expecting this one hahah. Posting today instead of tomorrow since it’s already late ))

Chapter 65: Mr. Flynn Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Character Injury, Mild Violence, Medical Procedures Characters: Dr. Iplier, Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache, Shawn Flynn POV: Dr. Iplier

May 8, 2031, 6:10 PM Breckenridge, Colorado

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Edward squeezed his eyes shut. He could hear an argument from Mr. Flynn’s office. Wilford was in there.

The doctor was starting to worry that Wilford would either end up fired, or firing at his boss. Neither of those outcomes were to be desired. He could feel his muscles tense, coiled, ready to spring him at the locked door if things went any more south than they already had.

He didn’t know why they were arguing. They’d already been at it when he arrived to walk with Wilford back to the hotel and their voices were muffled on the other side of the door.

After shooting a text to Dark, Edward tucked his phone away again. His eyes drifted to look out the window. No more snow. Just a muddy, muddy mess. That same mud caked the bottom of his jeans. And his shoes. They hadn’t even been outside for training today. It was just indoor testing and he was still covered in the stuff. Ugh.

He startled to a loud thud within the office. Something slamming down on a desk from the sounds of it. The arguing never stopped despite it. That was a…good? sign at least. God, Wilford was so fired. Edward had to wonder what had sparked the argument. Had Flynn pushed too far and made the Iplier snap? Wilford fuck something important up? Both seemed plausible.

…On second thought, Edward wondered if it was a combination of both. It probably was, if he was completely honest. Flynn wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around, and Wilford was…well, Wilford.

All of Flynn’s other employees were gone by now. The shop was closed. Most of the lights off to turn away any would-be customers for the night. Doors into other rooms likely housing paints and other materials locked and with glaring Employees Only signs in the centers. The front door was the only one unlocked because Flynn was the only one with the key. Edward could only be happy the sun wouldn’t be setting for a while yet. Felt like the damn dolls lining the shelves were staring at him. He really wouldn’t want to be in the damn shop after dark. Eugh.

He grimaced at more banging from in the office. Good god, they were pissed.

A sharp sigh, and Edward resigned himself to trying to trying to stay occupied with his phone. What else could he do? Not much.

…And now he was getting pings as Dark sent texts his way. The eldest Iplier wasn’t happy. At all.

The pings turned to ringing, and when Edward answered the call he could hear the irritation in Dark’s voice. He could imagine the older Ego pacing, a fist curled tightly at his side, as he growled through gritted teeth. Even his aura was ringing softly on the other end of the line.

“I don’t know what happened,” the doctor answered. “I got here and they were already going at it.”

“What’s going on now?”

“Shouting.” A whole lot of goddamn shouting. “Trust me, I’d tell you more if I could but their voices are too muffled to make anything out.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Wha—no! Stay with the H…with Arthur. Wilford will get his ass fired and I’ll drag him back to th—”

And…Dark hung up. Great. Just…wonderful. Edward pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d give it three…two…

There he was. Edward had stopped being startled by the damn teleporters showing up out of nowhere years ago. All he could offer was a glower at the demonic Ego as Dark’s aura was reined into his shadow. Luckily the security camera was angled elsewhere in the room. “You’re supposed to be keeping an eye on Arthur when I’m not there.”

“He doesn’t need to be watched in his sleep, Doctor.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Edward huffed. He grimaced when he heard another muffled thud on the other side of the door and Felt a small pain from Wilford as his finger sprained. Had he banged his bare hand down on the desk? Idiot. “Has Arthur been drinking water today? Eaten?”

“When he’s been awake, yes.”

“And his prescription seems to be helping?” “Prescription” as if Edward hadn’t just poofed it up out of nowhere. And really, he was asking to fill the…soft-of-silence. He could Feel that the Host’s fever had been staying down slightly so he didn’t actually need an answer. It wasn’t helping as much as he would have liked, but at least it was something.

Dark just offered an agitated glare.

Okay. No more talk. Fine.

Edward shook his head and glanced down at his phone. He’d gotten to the shop almost twenty minutes ago. Surely this couldn’t go on too much longer, right?

Both pairs of eyes flicked toward the door when the knob rattled. Finally, Edward thought.

His relief was gone to the sound of a gunshot cracking from within the office. There was a startled shout, then muffled noises, as Dark rammed his shoulder into the door.

The old frame splintered and the door was thrown open.

Wilford’s gun was abandoned near Flynn’s feet. A new stain, a deep red, marred Flynn’s sleeve. He was cradling that arm close to his body.

But where was Wil—

Wilford.

In the dim light of the office, Edward could almost believe the…thing snaking over Wilford’s nose and mouth was a shadow. He could have believed that if it wasn’t so shiny. If it didn’t flow past Wilford’s clawing fingers like water past a stone.

It reminded him of…of Host’s aura. Ink.

Wilford made a sound in his throat. Edward had never seen the older Iplier desperate, but Will couldn’t breathe.

Edward tried to scoop the ink away, but it moved past his hands. Dark’s aura was ringing behind him. He risked a glance over his shoulder just as dark tendril surged forward. They found their home around Flynn’s throat as the business owner gasped.

The ink faltered.

Dark’s teeth were bared as his aura lifted Flynn until only his toes were on the ground.

Like it had never been there to begin with, the ink faded away. Wilford choked on air when he could finally breathe again; Flynn choked when he was denied his own breaths. A strangled noise left him when he was lifted another fraction of an inch—just enough to bring his feet away from the ground. He kicked at open air and tried desperately to pry at Dark’s aura. His fingers only passed through it.

“Dark! You’re going to kill—”

“Figure out where this Ego is from. Now.”

Before Edward could even unlock his phone, Wilford was passing his own to the doctor. A web page was open. A Wiki. All it took him was a quick skim through the short passage.

…Well, that explained the ink.

“He’s using his own name, is from Bendy and the Ink Machine, and—goddammit, Dark, put him down before you kill him!” Flynn groaned when he was dropped to the ground, but wisely chose to stay put. “Thank you. He’s a Septic. Seán provided his voice for the game.”

Three pairs of eyes pinned on the business owner as he hacked and rubbed at his throat. Despite it, he glowered right back. “Never—” his voice was scratchy and he coughed again, “ever fuckin’ bring that man up around me again. I ain’t want nothin’ to do with him or the other damn Septiceyes.”

“You’ve got a lot of room to be making demands,” Edward muttered. His eyes were scanning Flynn’s neck—already red and would probably bruise—and the dark stain in his shirt. The Ego was definitely favoring that arm as he kept it pulled against his chest.

Flynn’s icy stare flicked toward the doctor. “You’re in my goddamn shop. That fuckin’ idiot shot me first. I was defendin’ myself!”

Edward offered Dark a side-eyed glance. The oldest Iplier hadn’t so much as budged from his place. He’d more or less planted himself between Flynn and Wilford and it seemed that would be where he’d stay. “We will inform the other Septics that—”

“Don’t!” Flynn scrambled to stand, but stopped and put his hands up placatingly when Dark bared his teeth. “I don’t want nothin’ to do with those shites. I ain’t gonna saying nothing ‘bout ya if you don’t say nothing ‘bout me, yeah?”

Dark stooped to be eye-to-eye with the grounded Ego. His aura seemed to shroud the entire room in darkness. Flynn scooted back until he hit his desk, effectively cornering himself. Edward could see his throat bob as he tried to swallow. “Who are we, Mr. Flynn? Hmm?”

Flynn’s eyes passed over each of them before returning to Dark. “Ah…Darki—” he cleared his throat. His voice was still soft and scratchy. “Darkiplier. Warfstache. Ah…the uh…Fischbach’s doctor Ego?” Edward rolled his eyes at that. Go figure.

“And who, pray tell, would you inform about us?”

Flynn eyed Dark’s aura as it loomed near him. He swallowed, then, “Angus.” He let out a noise of alarm when the tendrils reached for him—specifically, for the wound in his arm.

“Speak up.”

“Angus, Angus! I told ya!”

Edward shared a look with his companions. “Angus,” the doctor parroted. “And…why wouldn’t you just tell him we’re here to begin with? Save yourself the trouble?”

“’Cause I don’t care?” He winced and clasped a hand over his arm as he shifted farther from Dark, muttering something under his breath before shaking his head. “I don’t be wantin’ anything to do with any of you Populars. You leave me alone, I don’t care what ya do.”

“Then…why hire Wilford if you knew who he was?”

Flynn groaned. “I didn’t know who he was when I interviewed the bastard and didn’t have no reason to fire him when I figured it out. Also, his vest is sure mouthy…” He offered a harsh glare at the Iplier in question; Incorporated’s pocket charms clicked together irritably. “Now I’ve got plenty of reason to fire him.” He paused. Seemed to reconsider as Dark glared down at him. A part of Edward wanted to feel sorry for the guy, but…he didn’t. He’d had it coming. “Gonna tattle to the other fuckin’ Septiceyes ‘bout me now? Huh?”

Dark seemed to be studying Flynn, because of course he was. He may have been the shortest in the room, but his presence took up the most space. Both figuratively and, thanks to his aura, literally, Edward thought with a barely contained huff of amusement.

The Septic seemed to pick up on that as he curled into himself.

“No,” Dark finally answered. Edward blinked. He heard Wilford splutter. “Tell us what you know about Angus and his companions, and we’ll leave you be.”

“For now, ‘til ya need somethin’ else? Gonna hold it over my head?” Flynn guessed, to which Dark only hummed. His eyes shifted between them as he placed a hand over the bullet wound. “…Fine. Deal. If your doctor fuckin’ fixes this. ‘Less ya want me goin’ to the hospital and tryin’ to fabricate a story for why there’s a damn bullet in my arm.”

Edward offered Dark a look; the eldest simply nodded in the go-ahead before turning to Wilford and ordering him to head back to the hotel. To walk, instead of teleport, to avoid a glittery mess in his wake.

Flynn grumbled as Wilford left, then shrugged off his stained dress shirt after fumbling with the buttons. What was revealed underneath was an equally stained tank top that seemed a size too big on him.

At least the tools he’d need were all small, Edward thought. Even his weak magic would suffice to conjure them up. He made Flynn get up to sit at his desk, found a spare stool in the corner he had to knock some junk off of, and went to work with Flynn keeping up his end of the deal.

“How much ya know about him? I’ll work from there.”

“You seem all too happy to talk about him,” Dark mused.

“You think I give a damn about the Hunter? I’ll be left alone if I tell ya, so yeah I’m happy.”

Dark hummed and folded his hands behind his back. His aura finally pulled back. He didn’t completely reign it in, and likely wouldn’t until they were back at their room with Flynn nowhere in sight, but at least it wasn’t surrounding them now. “We know of his alias, workplace, and that he has been seen with Michael and Beau Garring and Jane Wolffe. We are also aware of who Jane really is.”

“That’s it, huh?” He winced as Edward worked on sterilizing the wound. Forgot to tell him it would sting, the doctor thought. Oops. “I’ve only met him a few times. Angus is smart, but too cautious. Don’t trust no one but his little circle of buddies. Ain’t fond of Populars, and he so much as thinks ya could be dangerous and he’s trackin’ you down. Also don’t like when people get too nosy, but I think that just comes down to the trust thing.” Flynn paused and Edward didn’t have to look him in the face to know he was being eyed. Or, more accurately, that his tools were. “What’re ya gonna do with those..?”

Edward rolled his eyes. “I have to probe for the bullet so I actually know where it is. Then I’ll use the forceps to remove it, but I can only do that if I have it located.” Was he imagining it, or did Flynn pale at that? “I don’t know what your pain tolerance is, but you may want to bite down on something.”

While he somehow managed to find an unstained part of his shirt to clamp his teeth over, Edward got to work locating the bullet. Would have been easier without the Septic being conscious, but without Henrik there to be the anesthetic he’d have to mark do with Flynn’s twitching and muffled whining. Had he ever been shot before? Nah, Edward had a hard time believing that. Egos were practically magnets for danger. Partially because they themselves were good at causing it, but that’s not the point. Flynn’s just being a baby, he thought with a huff as the Septic kicked his desk.

It was only when the stitching was finally done and Edward was wiping away the excess blood before bandaging that Flynn spat the shirt out of his mouth and took a shaky breath. “Done..? Thank god.”

“Flynn,” Edward asked, “would you happen to know the identities of the Garrings?”

The Septic scratched at his beard—well, more like messy stubble—thoughtfully. “I…think so? Beau’s an android—a Septiceye, too, I think? Never met the guy. His name’s stupid long, but I bet one of your Septiceye pals might know it. And ahh…Mikey’s an Iplier. Some…musical, Fischbach was in?”

“Five Nights?” the doctor offered. “Mark’s security guard?”

“Ah! Bingo! Night Guard’s what it was.”

Edward offered his companion a glance. They’d all figured that particular Ego had never even formed. He had to have left the Figmental Plane early into his creation if that’s the case.

“What about Jane? Is she still a—”

“Wolf? It’s one of her abilities, Doc; ‘course she can still shift. That form probably changed to look less like the one in her vid, more dog-like. Y’know, I’m bettin’ she’s what started the dire wolf rumors.”

“Dire wolves are extinct in this plane.” Dark had a brow raised.

“Never said they weren’t. That’s why I said ‘rumors,’ eh? She’d look more like a wolf for this plane’s whole blendin’ in thing, but I’d bet it’s still a big wolf. That’s all it takes to start up a damn rumor out here.”

“And Angus,” the eldest pressed. “What is there to worry about, and what does he deem ‘dangerous’?”

“For one, he can See auras.” Flynn nodded toward Edward, who crossed his arms in response. “He ain’t got his visible to us, right? The Hunter’d still be able to See it. You’re an Ego in his sight line, he’s gonna know you’re there.” He rested his chin in his hand and stifled a yawn. “If you’re a Popular, he’ll think you’re dangerous ‘til ya prove otherwise.”

“Dangerous to who?” Edward skirted around the desk to move to Dark’s side. “Angus? His companions?”

Flynn just have him a look. One of those “are you serious? think about it” sort of looks.

“To him? Nah. But he don’t like no one who could pose a threat to humans.”

“…To humans. What does Angus care if a human is harmed?” Dark’s tone told them both he was getting fed up with the Septic again. Why would an Ego care for the humans?

“Enough humans get hurt or killed in unexplainable ways?” Flynn shook his head. “They’ll start stickin’ their noses where they don’t belong. They find out things like us live out here? They’ll want us dead or tested on.” He rolled his chair back and yanked open a drawer in his desk. From it, he pulled a notepad that he slapped down on top and pushed toward them. “There was a murder in LA. Ain’t all that uncommon, but there was an unknown oil source left at the site. Angus knows an android did it. I don’t think he or whoever he’s got on the case knows who it was. But uh…seein’ you three here, I’m bettin’ it was one of yours, an’ I’ve got a few guesses which Popular it could be.”

Edward swallowed and could practically feel Dark tense at his side.

“I don’t give a damn so I’ll keep quiet about it. But the Hunter’s gonna figure it out for himself sooner or later.”

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Acting Up - Baz’s POV

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Summary: Simon and Baz are actors on a tv show, but they can’t seem to get along. They are given the weekend to learn how to get along or one of them will be fired.

Word Count: 5565

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Baz

I was a little excited when they said that they were bringing someone new onto the show. I thought that it would be fun to have someone new join the cast, however short their time here was. I’m afraid that I may have been mistaken, and those fears are proved right when one of the producers of the show comes over to talk to me Friday afternoon after one of the worst days of filming we’ve ever had.

��Baz, we wanted to get your opinion on something.”

“On what?”

“The new guy. Simon Snow.”

I glance over at the person he’s referring to. The boy with golden hair that reminds me of the sun and captivating blue eyes.

It’s true that we haven’t been getting along, and I had hoped that it would get better. But we’ve been working together for almost a week, and it just keeps getting worse.

That first day on set I thought that things would go well, but then I saw him. He was stunning and gorgeous, and as soon as he spoke to me, I knew that I was going to be screwed. I knew that I was going to fall for him, and I had to turn away from him to hide the blush that I could feel creeping up on face.

What I didn’t know was that we wouldn’t be able to get along, no matter how attractive I thought he was.

“What about him?” I ask, tearing my eyes away from where someone is touching up his makeup.

“We aren’t sure that things are going to work with him. If we don’t get any good shots today, we’ll have to let him go.

“Is he really that bad?”

“Yes and no. There’s no doubt that he’s a pretty decent actor, but you two don’t seem to be getting along.”

“So, you’re firing him?” I ask, glancing at the boy again.

“We haven’t decided yet. We wanted to know if there was something that you thought you could do to try to smooth things over. He fits the character perfectly, and we want to keep him on. But if he doesn’t work well with the other actors, with you, then he isn’t right for the show.

“Give me the weekend,” I say, getting an idea.

“What?”

“I think that if he and I had some time to get to know each other better, we might be able to work this out. Give me the weekend to talk to him and try to work with him. If things don’t go well, you can fire him if you want. But you’re right, he’s a good actor. I would hate to lose him.”

The producer appears to be thinking this over. I know it’s unprecedented, but if there’s a chance, I’ll take it. There is just something about Simon Snow. He makes me want to take a chance, to risk everything to see if he’s a good fit. And not just for the show.

“Okay,” he says finally. “First thing Monday morning, he either comes in here willing to work with you, or he’s out.”

“Thank you.”

As I watch him walk away, I let out a shaky breath. What have I gotten myself into? How am I supposed to get Snow to talk to me, let alone spend the weekend with me, when he truly seems to hate me?

I don’t know what I’ve done to make Simon dislike me so much, but I am going to try to fix this. I just have to figure out how.

Lying. That’s how. It’s not much different than acting, and if it will save his job, it will be worth it.

I’ll just tell him that we have been given the choice to either find a way to work together or there will be consequences. I won’t tell him my role in this plan because he’d probably reject it, so he has to think that it came from higher up.

I will tell him that I have been told that we have to spend the weekend together and that it will be best if we stay over at one of our places so that we will have as much time as possible together, and we have to find a way to be friends at the end if we want to keep our jobs. Or, if not friends, at least friendly acquaintances who can be in the same room without snapping at each other.

***

Simon takes it surprisingly well. I thought that he would at least attempt to fight it a little or even ask to talk to someone about it, but he doesn’t do either of those things. He doesn’t look happy though.

I step aside for a moment to talk to someone before we leave, and Snow glares at the floor the entire time. Maybe this won’t be as easy as I thought it would. I thought he would actually want to save his job, but I could be wrong.

Trying to put off going over to him for just a little bit longer before we have to spend the weekend together, I pull out my phone and text Dev and Niall. We had plans to meet up on Saturday, but it looks like we’ll have to cancel them. I quickly fill them in on what’s going on before I walk over to Simon.

“Finally,” he says before I can say anything. “Where have you been?”

He sounds angry and more than a little annoyed. I think that I was definitely wrong about all of this. This weekend will not be pleasant, and I’m no longer certain that I’ll be able to make it through alive.

“Are you ready to go?” I ask him, trying to be pleasant in the face of his anger.

We talk details as we walk out to the parking lot. We agree to meet up at my apartment, so I give him my address and phone number in case he needs help finding the place. It’s a little bit out of the way, and I got lost a couple of times when I first moved in.

I’m trying to be nice, but he still just looks angry.

We part ways, and I head to my apartment, hoping to get there and have enough time to tidy up a bit before he arrives. My apartment isn’t a big mess, but I don’t usually have a lot of company, so it also isn’t the cleanest. Plus, the guest room goes mostly unused, so there aren’t even any sheets on the bed.

I quickly set about putting things away and making the bed, and I’m thankful that I had someone pick up groceries for me today. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any food for us to eat.

When there’s finally a knock on the door, my heart is racing with nerves and anticipation. I open the door, and I’m pleased to find that he doesn’t look too angry anymore.

I give him a quick tour of my apartment, telling him that he’s welcome to anything in the kitchen, and I show him the way to the guest room, across the hall from the bathroom.

“Make yourself at home,” I tell him

“Thanks,” he murmurs before turning and shutting himself in the guest room.

I wait a couple of minutes to see if he’ll come back out and talk or something, but when he doesn’t, I start to feel a bit creepy standing outside the door. I wait one more minute just in case, but then I decide to give him some space for the night. We can try to work things out in the morning, and he knows where I am if he needs anything.

***

It’s a while later before I hear the guest room door open with a loud creak. I consider getting up and going to see if he’s alright, but that might be weird, so I stay put.

When I hear noise coming from the kitchen, I decide that I’ll just go in and check on him, see if he needs anything. I can at least attempt to start a conversation.

I walk to the kitchen, and I find him looking through the fridge for something to eat. In the soft glow of the light coming from the fridge, he appears to glow.

“Oh,” I breathe. He hears me and quickly spins around face me. “Sorry. I, uh, I just came to get something to drink.”

“Why are you apologizing?” He asks.

I look at the tub of butter in his hand curiously. He’s holding it like he’s afraid that I’ll take it away from him. His face turns a delicate shade of red as he notices my gaze.

“I-I was just going to make something to eat,” he says, like he feels as though he has to explain himself.

“I can make you something,” I offer.

“Oh... No, you don’t have to do that. I’m capable of cooking for myself.”

He still sounds defensive, and I realize that this was a bad idea coming out here. Maybe the whole weekend was a bad idea. I should have just let him get fired.

I tried to be nice. I tried to make things work. He seems to insist on fighting me every step of the way, and I’m not sure why I’m even trying.

Because I’m attracted to him? That is a ridiculous reason. If he doesn’t want to attempt to make nice, then maybe I’m done trying.

***

After staying up all night trying to figure out what on earth I could have done to piss off Simon, I’ve come up with nothing. From the moment he stepped foot on set, he has had something against me. I don’t have any clue what I could have possibly done to upset him, but I’m determined to try to make things right.

I know that last night I was ready to give up, but I don’t want to spend this weekend not even attempting to make things better between us. I can’t give up that easily. That would be a waste of both of our times. Plus, he can’t ignore me forever. He’ll eventually have to come out of his room to eat again.

I spend the morning in my room, giving him some time alone, and then I decide that I’ll make us lunch. I’ll make him some food as a peace offering of sorts and hope that it eases the tension between us.

As I cook, I keep thinking that he’ll come out of his room, but I don’t hear any noise at all. The house is deathly quiet. By the time lunch is ready, I’ve convinced myself that he left in the middle night and that if I open the door to the guest room, it will be like he was never there. If he really did leave, I suppose that means that he dislikes me so much that he’s willing to risk losing his job. I can’t believe that he detests me so much.

I turn the burners underneath the food down to low and decide to go look. If he’s gone, he’s gone. There’s nothing I can do about it. I just have to know.

I move to the hall, and just as I reach the guest room, the door to the bathroom opens. Simon walks out, and he isn’t watching where he’s going, so he walks right into me.

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbles, staring at the ground.

“It’s fine,” I tell him, and without thinking about it, I bring my hand up to his arm to make sure he’s alright. “I was actually just coming to check on you.”

“Why?” He sneers.

I immediately let go of him, feeling the anger come off of him. I look away, tired of this already. Why can’t we just get along?

“Because you’re my guest. And I made lunch if you’re hungry.”

“Okay,” he says, his voice softer this time.

The anger seems to be gone from his voice now, and I begin to wonder if it’s all just a mask, if he’s pretending not to like me for some reason. If that’s the case, maybe there’s a chance for us after all.

I return to the kitchen to plate the food, and when he joins me, we sit at the small table that I mostly use when I’m writing. I rarely ever eat at it, and it’s a little awkward as we sit there together. We’re quiet as we eat, but it isn’t the tense silence from before. It’s something different.

I take this as a sign of Simon softening towards me and suggest that we move to the sitting room when we’re done eating. I’m almost surprised when he agrees after barely putting up a fight. He doesn’t look happy about being stuck with me, but at least he’s here.

He even makes several attempts to start a conversation, which don’t go so well at first, but eventually, he asks about my family and that gets us somewhere. I feel a pang in my chest from missing them, but it’s nice to be able to talk to someone about them.

He doesn’t seem to want to talk about his own family when I ask, and I don’t push him. I know that family life isn’t always great, and I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable by asking too many questions.

As the conversation continues and moves on to new topics, it’s like a wall comes down. He seems to become more comfortable and opens up a bit more. The anger and dislike he wore like a cape before is all but gone.

We talk through the rest of the afternoon and dinner before things start to get a little touchy. I knew that we would eventually talk about something that ended in an argument, but I guess I had hoped that it would last a little longer.

“So, which girl did you have to blow off in order to spend sixty uninterrupted hours with me?” He asks, leaning back into the couch.

“What do you mean?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. I didn’t blow off anyone. I cancelled plans with friends, but that was it.

“You probably had a date this weekend. You know, before you got stuck with me.”

“I didn’t get stuck with you. I actually—.” I begin to tell him the truth, however stupid that may be, but he cuts me off like he didn’t even hear me.

“I guess you’ll just make it up to her next week. Or maybe you’ll have moved on to the next girl by then.”

“Wait. You think that I want to go out with all of those girls?” I thought people knew that it was all pretend. I didn’t think anyone actually believed it, but I guess if no one believed it, there wouldn’t be any point in continuing it.

“Don’t you?”

“No. It’s part of some publicity stunt to make everyone think that there’s a bit of my character in me.”

“They want people to think you’re a womanizer?”

I frown, not sure why he thinks that.

“No. They want me to seem charming and like all the girls love me. So, every couple of weeks, I get to go on ‘dates’ with whoever they deem fit.”

“Why don’t they just let you pick the girls you go out with? What difference would it make?”

That idea nearly makes me laugh. As if I would willingly choose to go out on a date with a girl.

“If I were to choose who I got to go out with, it definitely wouldn’t be a girl.”

“Oh.”

His mouth falls open in surprise, and he looks horrified by what I said. It takes me a moment to realize that I have made a big mistake. He just stares at me, and I start to feel sick.

“I shouldn’t have told you that,” I say, more to myself than to him. “You already hate me. Now, you’ve got something to take to the press.”

I feel myself begin to panic as I realize that this was all a very bad idea. If it gets out that I’m gay… I don’t know. I don’t know what will happen, but I always wanted to have the choice to come out on my own. I didn’t want to be outed by someone who hates me.

“What? I would never—.”

“Whatever,” I say, feeling the backs of my eyes burn as I get angry at myself for not just keeping my mouth shut. “I guess I couldn’t keep it a secret from the public forever. I just hope it doesn’t get me fired.”

“Baz, wait,” he says.

I shake my head, ignoring him, as I stand up and start pacing back and forth across the room. I can’t believe that I could be so stupid. Did I honestly think that I could trust him with that information? Or did I just want to believe that I could trust him, that maybe he understood what it was like? I think my stupid crush on him may have just gotten me into trouble.

Suddenly, he’s standing right in front of me, both of his hands raised like he’s prepared to physically stop me.

“Move,” I sneer.

“No.”

“What is your problem?” I ask. Now I’m the one who’s angry.

“You.”

“What did I do?”

“Nothing,” he says, shaking his head. “I mean, you used to be my problem. But not anymore.”

“What changed?”

“Everything. Getting to know you makes me see you differently.”

“What? You pity me now because I have to hide my identity from everyone?”

“No. I mean, yeah, that’s awful, but I get it.”

“You couldn’t possibly understand it,” I tell him.

“I’m keeping a secret from my best friend. I want to tell her, but I’m afraid of how she’ll react.”

“Are you secretly in love with her and don’t know how to tell her? Because I promise you that’s not as bad as this.” I try to step around him, but he stops me again.

“What? No. I’m not in love with her. She has a boyfriend, and she’s the closest thing that I have to family.”

“Then, what’s your secret?” I ask, even though I know that it’s not really any of my business. But he did just find out mine, and maybe if he tells me his, if he trusts me with it, that means he won’t go telling people about mine.

“We just met a couple of days ago, and you want me to tell you one of my biggest secrets?”

“You know mine.”

He’s quiet for a long minute, and I start to think that I was wrong. I’m about to tell him to just forget it when he says it.

“I like guys” He pauses for a brief moment before adding, “At least I think I do.”

“You think you do?” I frown. I know what it’s like to question that. There are still times when I start to wonder about my own attraction. But right now, I’m more afraid that he’s just saying that to try to make amends. I really hope not, though.

“Well, I’ve never dated a guy before,” he explains, “but I feel the same way about them that I do about girls. I just don’t know how to tell my friend that.”

“You tell her what you just told me, and if she’s really your friend, she won’t care.” I don’t know why I’m helping him. Except that I want to believe him, and I want things to be right between us.

“I don’t want to lose her. She’s all I have.”

“Now that’s just sad,” I say in what I hope is a teasing tone.

“Shut up,” he says, biting back a smile, and my eyes catch on the way his lip looks between his teeth.

“Make me.”

Everything seems to slow as the words fall from my mouth and just hang between us.

Simon looks shocked, and my heart begins to race as I make yet another mistake. I really should stop saying things with such impulsivity. Things were just starting to be pleasant between us, and I screwed it up again.

He still doesn’t respond, and I decide to just walk away so that he doesn’t feel like he has to say something.

“I’m going to bed,” I murmur before turning away.

A part of me hopes that he’ll try to stop me, but he doesn’t, so I just go to my room and crawl into bed, wishing that I could stay there forever.

***

Simon doesn’t hide in his room all morning the next day like I thought he would. He comes out early and we eat breakfast together in silence, and that silence continues, growing heavier as time passes until we found ourselves once again seated on the couch in my sitting room.

It doesn’t take long for me to snap. So what if I said something stupid yesterday? We can still attempt to be friends again, right? I have to at least try.

“I can’t take this anymore,” I say finally, turning to where he’s sitting on the opposite side of the couch, as far away from me as he can get. “I thought we were getting somewhere. I’m sorry about what I said last night. Can we just... Is there any way you can forget it and we can go back to being friendly?”

“You don’t have to apologize for that,” he says. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I scared you away.”

“No, you didn’t. You’re the one who walked out.”

“Because you stopped talking. I felt like a fool.”

“I was surprised. I needed a moment to process and to figure out what you meant by it.”

“I didn’t mean anything, and if I could, I would take it back.” I don’t actually want to take it back, but I feel like saying that is the best way to fix this. If he thinks I didn’t mean it, maybe it will be easier for him to move on.

“Oh. Okay. It’s forgotten then.”

“Thank you. So, can we go back to the way we were?”

He nods and is quiet for a few seconds. Then, he asks what I have against him, and I’m not sure what he’s talking about and tell him as much.

“Ever since we met, you can barely stand to be in the same room with me,” he says.

“That’s not true,” I tell him. “I was having a rather pleasant time yesterday.”

“Only because you were forced to.”

“I wasn’t forced—,” I begin but decide better of it. “You know what? Never mind. And what about you? You hated me before you even met me!”

“I didn’t hate you. I just—.”

“You just what?”

“I was jealous, okay?”

“Of me?” I ask, a little surprised by that answer.

“No! Of those girls. And then I hated myself for being jealous because you didn’t even seem to care about them, so why would I want to be someone you didn’t mind just casting away like they were nothing? I hate that I find you attractive, and I hate that I have to lie to my best friend about it.”

He’s rambling, and I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“You think I’m attractive?” I ask.

“Of course that’s what you focus on.” He sounds upset, and I hurry to try to fix it.

“Wait, Simon.”

He shakes his head and looks away, and I can feel him slipping away.

“Simon,” I repeat, softer this time. When he still doesn’t respond, I move closer to him on the couch and reach out to turn his face so that he’s looking at me again.

“I’m sorry that I’m so terrible at this,” I tell him.” I-I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?” He asks, and when it doesn’t look like he’s going to look away from me again, I drop my hand.

“Talked to someone who I like. All those girls I go out with? Yeah, maybe they find me attractive, but I don’t see them that way. And maybe I’ve been attracted to guys before, but I’ve never been allowed to act on it. I had to play the boy that girls fall over themselves to get to, and I’ve never been allowed to be me.” I take in a breath, hating how it shakes, before saying, “I like you, though. The moment that you stepped foot on set, I knew that I was screwed.”

“You glared at me. I thought you were disgusted by me.”

“No. I was just mad at myself because the first thing that I noticed about you was how stunning you are with your blue eyes and messy hair.”

He doesn’t look like he really believes me, but it’s true. If anything, I was disgusted with myself because one look at him, and I could feel myself falling for him. I did everything that I could not to stare at him that first day, which I guess could have been seen as me not looking at him at all now that I think about it.

“You insulted my hair.”

“To throw you off. I couldn’t very well compliment you in front of everyone.” And I didn’t insult it exactly. I just said something about it looking like he needed to go see the hair stylist.

Okay, I can see how that might have been rude.

“You could have been nicer.”

“Ah, but then you might have thought I liked you.” I say, moving closer to him, and when he responds, he moves closer, too.

“No, I would have thought you were a decent human being.”

“Are you saying I’m a terrible person?” I ask, turning to face him better, and he mirrors my movement.

“I’m saying that you hid how nice you really are. You know, we could have avoided being stuck together in your apartment had you just been nice that first day.”

“Oh, so you don’t like being here.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Good,” I say, bringing my hand up to tentatively rest on his shoulder. He doesn’t do anything to push me away, so I lean in closer and whisper in his ear, “I like you here.”

“Yeah?” He asks, wrapping his arms around me.

“Yes.” I pause and press a soft kiss to his cheek, hoping that I haven’t taken it too far. “But if you don’t want to be here, you are free to go.”

I pull away to give Simon the chance to leave. I don’t want him to feel like he’s obligated to stay. We can still find a way to be friendlier on set even if he doesn’t want to take this thing between us further. It hurts a bit to be letting him go.

Before I can move very far, he’s pulling me back to him and saying, “I want to stay.” Then, he gives me a brilliant smile, and I want to kiss him. But I don’t want to mess things up by making the wrong move again, so I let him be the one to close the distance.

When his lips meet mine, they’re soft and hesitant as if he is just as worried about doing this wrong as I am. I return the kiss, adding just a little bit of pressure, and he takes that as a sign to deepen the kiss. He’s really good at this. He does this thing with his chin, moving it up and down, as he pushes me back against the couch, and it’s perfect.

It is so much better than arguing. Why on earth were we wasting time with things like that when we could have been doing this instead?

***

Epilogue

After that first kiss with Simon, I never wanted to stop. Luckily, I haven’t had to. We’ve been going steady for several months now, and things have been going surprising well. While the arguing hasn’t completely ceased, it doesn’t happen as often anymore.

Things have been pleasant between us on set, and we spend quite a bit of time together off set. I’ve been to his place a few times, and he introduced me to his his best friend, Penelope, after we had been going out for a couple of weeks.

She seemed suspicious of me at first, but she has seemed to warm up to me. I rather like her actually, and I was happy for Simon when Penelope didn’t seem to mind who he liked. She did seem to mind that I was still going on dates with other people, though, and I know that it has bothered Simon, too. But that is all changing now.

Today, I told the show producers and my publicist that I would no longer go on those fake dates, and they wanted to know why it was that I’ve suddenly changed my mind. I wanted to tell them about me and Simon, our relationship, but I couldn’t do that without talking to him first. Going public with our relationship is a decision that we have to make together. So is moving in together.

I want Simon to come live me, but he still seems to be hesitant. I know that he can’t just leave his friend, but I’m beginning to wonder if there is some other reason for him not to want to move in with me.

I’ve tried to make the place more comfortable for him. When he voiced concerns about the lack of furniture in such a large space, we made a day of going out shopping together. Of course, that wasn’t an easy thing to do when we kept running into fans who wanted to take pictures with the two of us, and we ended up going back to my place to just do some online shopping.

My publicist loved it, though. She said that it was a really great stunt to make the fans think that we’re friends in real life just like we are on the show. I tried to tell her that we really are friends, but I’m not sure she believed it.

No one on set believes that we actually managed to become friends that weekend. If only they knew that we are so much more than that. If only they knew that I was in love with him.

But Simon doesn’t even know that, so there is no way that I’m telling anyone about it. I want to tell him, but I’m waiting until it feels like the right time. I want to wait until I know for sure that he’s all in like I am, and part of that is getting him to move in with me.

We’re at my apartment now, and I’ve got him pushed up against the counter in my kitchen as the food we’re making for dinner cooks on the stove. I drag my mouth along his jaw, and when I reach his ear, I say, “Move in with me, Simon.”

His hands tighten on my hips briefly before he says, “You would have to tell people about us.”

I take that as a good sign. He hasn’t said no yet, like he did the first couple of times that I asked. I move to kiss down the side of his neck.

“About time,” I murmur, glad that he can’t see the smile on my face.

“You would have to stop going on all those fake dates.” His voice is breathless as I bite down on his neck, leaving a mark there.

“How unfortunate,” I say, moving up to whisper in his ear. I don’t say that I’ve already made that happen. I’ll tell him later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this.

“You would have to…” He drifts off, thinking.

“Simon,” I say, and I lean back so that I can see his face. “I will do whatever and tell whoever you want me to. I want to be with you, and I want you to move in with me.”

“Okay,” he says, and I��m almost certain that I didn’t hear him right.

I’ve been trying to convince him to move in with me for weeks, and I was beginning to give up on the idea that he ever would.

“Really?” I try not to sound too excited, but it means a lot that he actually wants to live with me.

“Yes,” he says with a grin that threatens to make my heart stop beating. “I would love to move in with you. I’ll just need some time to tell Penny.”

“That’s fine.”

This feels like the moment. I should tell him that I love him, but I don’t want to scare him off. I just got him to agree to move in with me. I’m afraid that if he finds out how deep my feelings are for him that he’ll run for the hills, and I’ll lose him.

So, I keep it in. I tuck those words away for later use, and I let him kiss me as I comb my fingers through his hair. I sigh against his lips, and I know that this will last. No matter how much Simon and I argue, it would take a lot to tear us apart.

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