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slasherfanatic · 4 years

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TITLE: private show. PAIRINGS: brahms heelshire x reader . WARNINGS : 18+. nsfw, voyeurism. READER: female pov. INSPO : can't wait to get in my zone, who said we got to go slow ? turn down the lights and watch my private show. you got a ticket for all - to get high, we got to get low, 'cus this is your private show.

it’s a longer process getting used to the heelshire mansion than expected, while it was something that you were absolutely prepared for, the problem stemmed from how you originally underestimated how such a drastic change would take a toll mentally. living in such a large house, by yourself, in the middle of timbuktu, had turned you into a paranoid mess that seemed to only get worse and worse as the days went on, especially as the heelshires themselves simply fell off the face of the earth, the minute two weeks turned into three, everything only increased - especially when week three there was a payment, it only caused out of world conspiracy theories to plague mind, which certainly wasn’t good for the sanity, especially out here.

there’s a soft sigh that escapes your lips as you finally step into the shower, the hot droplets causing some sort of comfort in this situation. strangely, the bathroom is truly the best escape in this house - the white tiles and sleek modern look was a contrast to the rest of the house, while the rest held true to the victorian style exterior, the bathrooms seemed to be pulled from a modern day catalog, which you couldn't be more thankful for. head tilting up and allowing neck to be further exposed, enjoying the way the heavy drops kissed the exposed skin, allowing yourself to stand there and appreciate the moment of quite your mind was gracing you .

with the new found comfort, you suddenly remembered that it had been weeks ( maybe longer, come to think of it ) since you’ve touched yourself, bottom lip met between teeth as you reached for your usual soap and lathered up your hands, slowly sliding them over body, massaging your breasts longer than what was usual - a new sigh not being helped, different from the last... wow, it’s been a long time since you’ve felt this needy. head lulled back at the sensation, fingers dancing over your nipples, feather light to heavy, teasing them at the difference paces. eyes slipped shut at the touch, the want in the pit of belly only getting more intense.

meanwhile, you were completely unaware of the visitor that was watching from behind the walls. sweaty palms pressed against the barrier as he tried best to lean forward to get a better look, yet the image he so desperately wanted to zoom into remained the same. whine made in the back of throat as his eyes trailed down your now soapy form, you looked so soft ! who could blame brahms for wanting to reach out and touch your skin ? the mere thought had him vibrating on the spot, though his body reeled back when seeing your hand travel further and further down...

oh. oh, now this was new, you’d never done this before.

cock was already pulsing in pants, eager, needy and wanting. wanting you, wanting this beautiful, helpful and wonderful nanny. yet that small little movement had seemed to break him, he was used to the regular routine of yours, this came completely out of left field. it wasn’t until he heard the most beautiful sound seep through the walls that had him jumping forward, mask smacking against the wall at the quick action, like he had forgotten there was something separating them. the sight only got more delicious, eyes widening, fighting back the urge to blink at what he was witnessing in fear he’d miss something.

there you were, hand between your legs and the other reached out against the wall to steady yourself. the slow movements all but abandoned as you simply lost patience, all you wanted was to reach that peak that felt deprived from you. hand working frantically as noise unapologetically slipped from lips, hips stuttering against your own hand “oh, god ~” broken, whispered - by this time, brahms had already pulled out his cock and began stroking himself, trying best to match your own hip movements; though with such a confined place, he was practically humping the wall by being so overwhelmed with need, oh how he craved to smell the soap you were using up close and personal. his own breathing began to get heavier, chest rising up and down and the hand he was using to hold himself up began to claw at the walls, trying to break through and just ravish you right there and then - nail marks are left in the wood from the strength behind the hold, as he imagined being right there in front of you, to help you through this time where you quite obviously needed him. he’d be good, he’d be so good for you, tell him what to do and he’ll do it, in a heartbeat.

he’s close, so are you. though even as selfish as brahms can be, he waits - he wants to cum with you, wants to share this moment even if you have no idea what’s going on. thanks to your moans, pants and the heavy water against the floor, brahms’ grunts and groans go completely unheard as he reaches his limit - “please (y/n)” he thinks to himself, head threatening to throw back, yet somehow remaining in place, forcing himself to keep his eyes on you “cum with me, cum for me” it was then you did, and of cause the hidden man praises himself for it. anyone else would mark it down as coincidence, but brahms doesn’t believe in them.

your body shuddered as a final moan echos and bounces of the tiles, vision going black and mind turning into goo as your body fell limp against the shower wall. head leaning back as chest began to rise and fall at the intensity of the orgasm. it was all while brahms reached his own limit, your name spilling from lips as he began to silently beg for you - hips thrust up into his hand on their own accord, hissing at the intensity as that coil broke - legs buckling under the intensity as a white hot flash passes vision. there you both were, coming down from a high that was unmatched, your body slowly began to regain strength while brahms was a complete mess, cock still hanging out of pants as he tried to lift himself back up to get another look at you, though just as he did, you were wrapping a towel around your waist and getting ready for bed.

he feels broken, utterly and completely ruined. he couldn’t even find the strength to follow you to watch you get ready for bed, instead he simply fell back down as his body shook violently, still panting as he felt a small little sob rise from throat... what the hell did you do to him ? if he wasn’t obsessed with you before, he certainly is now, he doesn’t ever want to be away from you. eyes fell shut and curled in on himself as he tried to get back the composure, mind hazy, though even as mind seem to go numb, he decided it was time to show himself to you.

... maybe tomorrow. right now, even as over sensitive and tired out as he his, cock begins to twitch back to life as the images replay in his head once more.

#slasherfanatic #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire imagine #mature #slasher imagines #god if i have to reupload this. one more time #i will snap #anyway.#look ! the slasher writer and written another brahms spying fic ! has audience hold up laughter card

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lesdemonium · 4 years

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romtober day 6: adopted by love interest’s family

Rating: T Ship: Geraskier Word Count: 1675 Summary: Jaskier wasn't quite expecting to have such a warm welcome at his first visit to Kaer Morhen, but he certainly isn't complaining. Especially not when he accidentally overhears conversations he wasn't meant to hear.

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“I do not kiss and tell,” Jaskier insisted haughtily, though he winked at Eskel and Lambert as he did so.

Lambert snorted into his drink--something far stronger than Jaskier would find at any old tavern in the Continent. Jaskier had taken one sip, gagged, and made some crack about it curling his chesthair that had Eskel and Lambert howling as they offered him something more suitable. More suitable, apparently, meant probably the strongest wine Jaskier had ever taken. It was meant to be sipped, absolutely, but at least Jaskier could stomach this one. He had never considered himself to have a weak constitution, but Witchers just so loved proving him wrong.

“That’s a lie and we all know it, bard,” Lambert accused, a finger pointed at Jaskier as he narrowed his eyes. Jaskier smiled pleasantly back. “If you had actually managed to kiss that princess, you would be bragging about it until your dying breath. I bet she rejected you.”

Jaskier feigned affront. “Rejected? Me? I’m offended you would even suggest such a thing. But I will forgive you, simply because you do not know of what you speak; you have not seen me in action.”

Now was Eskel’s turn to snort. “We haven’t seen you in action,” he repeated, an eyebrow raised pointedly and a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Have you seen him in action, Geralt?” Lambert asked, with all the faux innocence a shithead like him could muster. “Is it truly a sight to behold? Knicker dropping, would you say?”

Jaskier’s face flushed and he resolutely did not turn his attention toward Geralt, lest Geralt read a bit too much on his face. Geralt, however, didn’t seem to notice the teasing, which was less surprising and more disappointing than Jaskier would have thought. Instead, he hummed and tapped the table as if he was actually considering his answer. Bastard.

“It’s a sight, I’ll say that much,” he answered, ever the diplomat.

“Inspirational, truly. I think your roles should be switched. Geralt should sing of Jaskier’s triumphs,” Eskel said, rolling his eyes.

Jaskier waved a hand. “Save us all that misfortune, Eskel. Geralt would have to say a nice thing or two about me on occasion. I don’t think his poor, delicate heart could take it.” Jaskier grinned at Geralt and nudged him with his shoulder, only to receive an eyeroll and a push back--Geralt likely thought it was just a nudge, but it sent Jaskier tumbling over on the long bench. “See? Brute.”

When Jaskier had first come to Kaer Morhen, he had expected a far cooler reception than the one he received. He had been traveling with Geralt for years, and though he knew Geralt was fond of Jaskier, in his own ways, Jaskier could never quite call him warm. It was a safe assumption that a winter in Kaer Morhen would be much the same, but from three new witchers.

Vesemir did have a bit more of his progeny’s cool and collected demeanor, but he had clapped Jaskier on the back in a way Jaskier could almost call fatherly on multiple different occasions. When he had met Lambert and Eskel, Lambert had loudly started singing Toss A Coin at them and Eskel had pulled Jaskier in for the most thorough hug of his life.

Since that welcome reception, they had been outrageously chatty compared to their brother in arms, and nearly every night was spent talking well into the evening. Jaskier had no monster stories to regale them with, but the others did not make him feel as if he was the odd man out. Instead, they looked forward to his stories of skirt chasing and court drama just as much as he looked forward to their tales of heroics against monstrous monsters.

Monstrous monsters. Maybe he’d had a bit too much of the wine.

“It seems my meager human constitution pales in comparison to what your sturdier frames can put away. I fear I must retire before I say something to embarrass myself,” Jaskier said, pushing himself back from the table and standing.

“That’s the longest way to say ‘I’m pissed, gonna go sleep it off,’ I’ve ever heard,” Lambert snorted. “Do you ever say things straight?”

“No,” Geralt answered. “He once ranted through an entire meal, but the only thing he managed to say was that I was a troll.”

“And you are, darling. And a miserable hag to boot.” Jaskier waved a hand dismissively. “A true wordsmith such as I knows how to weave even the most simple of statements into works of art. Try not to miss me and my eloquence too much, and pray that you do not drink yourselves into an early grave. Is it still an early grave if you’re well over a hundred?”

The witcher’s laughed and bid him goodnight, and Jaskier made his way out of the hall.

The problem with the witcher’s keep was that it was not the most intuitive place to navigate. Jaskier prided himself on his sense of direction, having been in many a castle before, and all castles started to look alike with their long, windy hallways and doors upon doors, many of which led to nowhere. The keep was much the same, and the combination of its inherent confusion, the darkness, and Jaskier’s slight inebriation had Jaskier lost. Quite quickly.

It took him about ten minutes and four different doors he was certain had contained stairs earlier that day to finally admit defeat and shuffle back to the dining hall. He didn’t mean to overhear, he really didn’t. Jaskier wasn’t even trying to be sneaky--why bother, when you’re in a keep full of men pumped with so many mutagens they could tell the color of a rabbit from the way it shuffled its feet? Only, apparently the ale had dampened their attention enough that Jaskier’s quiet steps had gone unheard, and he was able to approach the door to the dining hall without so much as a stutter in their conversation.

“--like him, Geralt,” Eskel said.

“Aye. If you manage to fuck things up in the next year and don’t bring him back, I’m not sure if we can let you pass through the gate,” Lamber agreed, though his voice was unusually pleasant. Like he was teasing Geralt.

“So glad to know my own brothers have turned on me so quickly,” Geralt scoffed.

“Well, we’d probably let you in, but only because if your froze your balls off we’d be hearing about it for the next century or so. Seriously, though. He’s nice to have around. You have certainly been less moody this winter,” Eskel said.

“Yeah, you were a right prick last year. And the year before that.” Lambert paused, as if he was considering something. “You have been a right prick this year, too, now that I think of it. Maybe the bard just distracts from your overall unpleasantness.”

There was a quick scuffle and a grunt from Lambert, followed by a long laugh from all of them, though Lambert’s took a moment to move from begrudging to warm. Sometimes, Jaskier wondered if they truly were brothers since infancy; they certainly acted like it. Though, he supposed experiences like they’d had bound people together far more securely than mere blood.

“I’ll ask him, but there’s no guarantees. He makes his own decisions. Goes where he wants. I have no claim to him,” Geralt said, and Jaskier was sure he was not drunk enough to be imagining the sadness etched in his voice.

“Well that’s bull--” Lambert started, only to be drowned out by Eskel.

“Geralt, are you kidding?” Eskel asked, incredulous. “That bard would go wherever you went, if only you’d ask. Even over a fucking cliff.”

“Seriously. He makes eyes at you so frequently, I don’t think he’s even aware he’s doing it at this point.”

Lambert laughed, as if it was a joke, but Jaskier’s face grew hot with embarrassment. Ah. So they had noticed. Jaskier was half afraid they would, and now he had mounting concern over the fact that they were telling Geralt. Jaskier was quite certain this winter was about to get a hell of a lot longer, lonelier, and colder. Either Geralt would realize Jaskier’s affections were just as his brothers said and be disgusted, or he would just let them stay there, as if nothing had happened. Jaskier wasn’t sure which option was worse.

“I’m going to bed,” Geralt said, his voice gruff, and Jaskier heard the scraping of his chair against the wood.

Jaskier stumbled back a few steps, silently cursed himself, then tried to tiptoe away without attracting too much attention. This was not something he wanted to explain. Except, he still didn’t know how to get back to his own room. Fuck.

“If you’re smart, you’ll go to your bard’s bed!” Lambert called as the door opened. Fuck.

Jaskier scrambled behind a nearby door, trying to hide as quietly as he possibly could. It was a fool’s errand, he knew. After all, even drunk, Geralt would be able to notice him, surely. But he had gotten lucky once tonight when it was him against witchery senses; Jaskier could only hope he’d be lucky again. Otherwise he would have a fair bit of explaining to do.

Geralt walked by the door, and Jaskier only narrowly avoiding expelling a breath of relief. Until he heard Geralt stop, then push the door closed.

“Next time, you should make sure you close the door after you hide behind it,” Geralt said, a smile in his voice, then continued on his merry way, as if he hadn’t left Jaskier frozen to the spot in shame.

It took a long time for Jaskier to build up the courage to leave whatever room he had been hiding in. By the time he did so, Geralt was gone. Apparently, that was that. Apparently, Geralt was content to allow Jaskier to at least sort of live this down.

Maybe this winter wouldn’t turn out to be horrible after all.

#geraskier #geraskier fanfic #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #my writing #romtober

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astrandofgold · 3 years

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take me as i am

chapter 6: fell in love in the only way i knew

Here it is, the latest chapter! It’s only been….forever? I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long because I wasn’t quite sure how to finish it off, but I finally figured it out. This one focuses on the sweet, with some minor suggestive content. The song I referenced is Q&A by Kishi Bashi, and I’m absolutely obsessed with it! Also, is it even a story about Higgs if there isn’t a part where he plays guitar? 😂

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A well-worn blanket, a pack of beers, and a guitar. That’s what was strapped onto Leo’s back. The guitar was awkward, but she’d be damned if she hadn’t carried worse cargo. And besides, Higgs had promised her, with a chuckle, that he’d play for her if she managed to carry it all the way to their destination, of which, was now within view of the two former porters. Out of the corner of her eye, Leo caught Higgs giving her a side glance, smirking. She rolled her eyes, flipped him off, and grinned, trekking forward.

Higgs had to hand it to Leo, the girl had some real grit. It was one of the many reasons why he was smitten with her. She reminded him of himself, and she carried that spark in her that he had misplaced long ago. Higgs mused to himself, thinking about how she was helping him find that spark again. Life had a funny way of placing into his hands the very thing he never dared to dream would come into his life. He could still see his daddy sneering down at him, telling him all the lies that shattered his young child’s heart. The scars still remained, littering his body like constellations. Each one formed the story of a boy wincing at the sound of a cracking belt, a boy covering his face with his arms as tears silently fell, a boy tending to burn marks in the cover of the night. A boy that grew up believing he was as ugly and worthless as his daddy was.

Despite that, Higgs was starting to come around on the concept that maybe he wasn’t as ugly of a person as he was led to believe. If it were true, then why the hell would Leo be with him? Maybe she was batshit crazy to be with him, the thought had crossed his mind more than a few times. But regardless, he was happy that she chose to stick with him. He remembered the night that he finally revealed his scars to Leo, she held him close, placing gentle kisses on each one, eyelashes glistening with fragments of tears. He didn’t know what she saw in him, but he definitely knew what he saw in her. As Leo coughed, Higgs was brought back to the present moment as he focused his attention and realized that Leo’s orange eyes were peering curiously into his own blues.

“What’re you thinking about, babe? You’ve been staring off like that ever since we passed the hot springs.” Higgs smiled gently in response, then chuckled. “I’m thinking about the fuckin’ food I’ve been carrying on my back for the last half hour. I’m starving!”

Leo scowled at him, teasingly smacking his toned upper arm.

“Dammit, Higgs, didn’t you eat right before we left? Where the hell do you store all that food?”

Higgs turned a mischievous eye to her as he patted her head, the height difference becoming strikingly apparent.

“Well, darlin’, you tell me where you think I store it all.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall.”

“And it’s not mine that you’re adorably short. I’m so glad we’ve had this conversation, but now I’m gonna eat something.”

“No, Higgs, just-just wait a second! Look, that’s the spot right there!”

Leo quickened her pace just a little, walking down the slight hill to a spot next to the riverbank. Small, white flowers grew in the lush grass, giving the area an aura of safety. This portion of the valley hadn’t seen timefall for quite some time, yet had a consistent supply of river water, which led to a unique ecosystem developing. Fauna had begun to return to the valley floor, birds chirped in the taller grass, and small deer ran in the woods where Homo Demens had once declared their base. Higgs still shuttered to think about his time there, as infrequent as it was. Surrounded by men who were just as delusional as he had been, who sought to bring about the same thing he had wanted. As he glanced over to the woods with the ghosts of his past, he let out a sigh of relief knowing that they hadn’t succeeded in their goals. He never would have been here with Leo, watching life return to the mountain base. It almost reflected his own healing, and he wryly smirked at the thought.

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The sun was setting as Leo and Higgs reveled at their picnic spread, the worn Bridges blanket hosting a multitude of food items. Higgs couldn’t even begin to figure out where Leo had sourced it all from. She stood there, hands on hips, grinning at the selection. She was resourceful, and Higgs knew that the local preppers gave her gifts on occasion, but some of the stuff was unheard of. Chocolate? Fresh fruit? Those words alone would have caused Mules to come running from across the region to have a go at claiming it as their own. A wave of satisfaction and pride spread throughout Higgs as he thought about his partner’s success, and the fact that she chose to share it with him. He knew he was one lucky bastard.

The meal consisted of attempts at trying to throw bits of food in each other’s mouths, a few delectable favorites hand fed to the other followed by laughter, and one episode of Leo rolling her eyes when Higgs blew right through an entire loaf of fresh bread that she had procured all the way from the Timefall Farm. The light in the sky changed from yellow to orange, and now bathed the valley in soft shades of lavender as mist slowly filled the basin. Leo gasped as the flicker of a firefly appeared near them, low to the grass, but unmistakable in its glow. One after the other appeared, and soon, Leo and Higgs were surrounded by a field of light. Higgs unwrapped his arms from where he had been holding Leo as they watched the light show, and leaned over to grab the unforgotten guitar from the case. He knew Leo had been waiting for this moment with much patience. Her bright eyes, made even more orange by the fireflies, flickered with anticipation.

“Now don’t get your hopes up. It’s been a long time since I’ve played one of these things, and, well…you never know.” Higgs messed with the tuning, strumming until he seemed satisfied, a peaceful smile washing over his face. Leo, despite his protestations, had always thought Higgs attractive. But now, here in his element, surrounded by the glow of the evening and hair falling over his face, with his blue eyes shining, she thought he was absolutely beautiful.

Higgs broke the silence with a hesitant strum, getting the feel for the strings, forming a melody. It was a full, warm sound, and reverberated in Leo’s heart. Higgs looked up at her as he played, beaming.

“It’s somethin’ I heard on the network the other day. I think you were humming to it, and it kinda reminded me of you.”

He continued playing, and Leo laid on her back, folding her hands underneath her head as she listened. The stars twinkled in the sky, something she would never take for granted after a lifetime of chiralium-filled skies.

“You are the answer to my question

You are my accomplice in a crime…”

Leo sat up and looked over at Higgs, a smile breaking out on her face as she processed that Higgs was singing to her. He was absolutely beaming as he sang, the happiest she had ever seen him.

“You are my wing woman and did I mention

We were together in another life?”

Higgs wasn’t one to vocally voice his emotions, Leo knew that. He showed them through actions, through caring touches, hands on the small of her back, fingers gently moving strands of hair, lips whispering on skin in the dark of the night. Leo was surprised when she felt drops fall on her arms. She hadn’t realized she was crying. Higgs looked up at her, eyes earnestly exploring her own. He held her gaze as he sang the next line.

“…in that dream, you probably were my wife.”

With a final strum, the notes gave way to the quiet noise of the night. Crickets chirped, wind gently caressed the two bodies, and the nearby stream bubbled. Higgs set the guitar down next to him on the blanket, and Leo could see he had a hint of blush on his cheeks. Leaning over, slowly and softly, Higgs reached out and caressed Leo’s face. Thumb running over her cheek, over her lips. He wanted to take in every bit of her that he could. Blue eyes met golden eyes, each hungrily taking the other’s features in. Higgs moved in closer until his nose brushed against hers, lips a breath away. Leo closed the distance, softly kissing him, brushing her fingers against his neck, then running them into his hair. He gave a hum of pleasure at the motion, and broke the kiss, only to rest his forehead against hers.

“Leo, I-I love you…I know I don’t say it much, but I do. I really fuckin’ do. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and…I don’t deserve you. I just don’t—“ Leo cut him off with a finger to his lips, eyes brimming with tears.

“Higgs, please….please listen to me. I want you to know that every morning, you’re the first thing I think about. When I open my eyes, you’re the only thing I want to see. At night, I want the feeling of you holding me to be what stays with me as I fall asleep.” Leo couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as she earnestly gazed into his eyes, and she gave a laugh amidst them. “I want to live a thousand lifetimes with you by my side, and….I never want anyone to take your place. Higgs Monaghan, I love you. I fucking love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my everything.”

The next moment found Higgs and Leo tangled in one another, clothing rapidly abandoned. Tender hands grasping to bring the other closer still, lips writing their own unique love stories on skin. Hands running through hair, hands running down hips, hands staking claim on bodies that willingly offered. Passionate prayers left Higgs’ lips and spread to the sky, prayers offered up at the alter of Leo’s body. Higgs was by no means religious, but at that moment, he found god in the form of the woman gasping his name from underneath him.

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Lying under the stars with nothing between them and the balmy night air, the two wrapped up in the blanket. Leo rested her head in the crook of Higgs’ shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, placing his chin on the top of her head. The night was peaceful, and Leo had never felt safer than she did in Higgs’ embrace. The rise and fall of his chest, rhythmic and soothing, quickly lulled her to sleep. As he lie there, drowsily watching the stars twinkle and absentmindedly rubbing Leo’s shoulder, he thought about how his life led him to this point. How this woman, making soft sighs as she slept, accepted him and loved him with an incredible fierceness, showing him a facet of life he had never known. In that moment, as night in the valley settled and he drifted off to sleep, Higgs knew that for the first time ever, he had a long life to look forward to.

#don’t look at me #i’m not crying #I AM NOT CRYING #Higgs x Leo #higgs monaghan #death stranding #death stranding fanfic #slight smut #My writing #death stranding oc #take me as i am #Leo x Higgs

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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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Write Out Some Colors

@the-gay-trashmouth this is a gift for the newsies filmiversary exchange! You asked for newsbians getting together in any au and I decided to do it in my superpowers/rebellion au!

@newsiesgiftexchange one gift down, one to go!

Ngl I’m super excited to flesh out my take on Sarah’s personality here!

Tw: non-graphic injuries, mentioned abusive parents, war-like elements.

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Sarah had thought she’d seen it all. A 15-year-old who could pull weapons out of nowhere, a 13-year-old who could see the future, even her own twin revealing out of nowhere that no, her own powers hadn’t been misfiring, he did have powers too and could talk to animals and had never told her.

All three of the kids in their family had powers, which made them illegal, which meant they were on the run with a handful of other kids with powers, whom they’d met through a boy Davey met in jail.

Strangely, that situation had worked out okay, as it turned out Jack Kelly was pretty good at keeping a gang of a couple dozen kids safe, and he didn’t have a problem with adding the Jacobs siblings to the mix.

Davey was probably the least-powerful of them, as he could communicate with animals of all kinds, but that didn’t mean they had to do what he said. Les was the most powerful, able to convince anyone to do anything, and Sarah was squarely in the middle despite technically being the oldest.

Her power was that she could see auras. Read them to know what kind of person she was dealing with, who they cared about, and what their powers were if they had any. Occasionally, she could drain power from an aura to put a person to sleep or even kill them, though a general rule of their gang was that they didn’t kill unless absolutely necessary.

Given the information she learned from auras, Sarah could literally see the tension between certain pairs in the group. She could see when they fell in love and instantly tell what power-levels they were dealing with when they met up with other gangs of powered kids. She’d pretty much seen it all.

Sarah had, however, never seen an aura like the one surrounding a girl she didn’t recognize, who was accompanying Spot and Hotshot on a meeting from Brooklyn.

Bright magenta, a glow of power that flickered and rippled in a sphere around her. Not quite as bright as Spot and Hotshot, but powerful nonetheless.

The girl herself was maybe a year or two older than Sarah, with red curls and brown eyes, a hard gleam in there like most Brooklyn kids. Unlike Manhattan, that gang didn’t have qualms about killing if they had to.

The way her aura moved suggested that she wasn’t especially attached to either of her friends yet. Probably a new kid. And the contained energy of it, the way it didn’t quite disperse into the air like, say... a pyro’s, was similar to Jack’s, like it needed to be consciously manifested by an action like drawing or something.

To say that Sarah was curious was an understatement.

Analytically minded in a way that made her good in fights, she liked knowing all possible variables. And she had no idea what power set they were dealing with, with this girl, so naturally she wanted to find out.

But while Jack was talking to Spot about something the Brooklyn and Manhattan gangs could potentially work together on and Hotshot was hanging out with one of the Guzman twins, Specs was already making friends with the new girl. They seemed to be getting along pretty well.

Sarah was going to go over to join the conversation, but... she wasn’t the most diplomatic in the group.

She was on good terms with Spot, but not great at making friends. And that girl was almost definitely a new kid, so it was probably better for relations between gangs for her not to try too hard to figure her powers out and scare her away.

She didn’t even find out her name until after Brooklyn left, when she asked Specs.

“Her name’s Katherine,” he responded, “Katherine Plumber. Nice enough, I guess, for a Brooklyn kid. She’s 18. A bit of a late bloomer, I guess. Apparently Spot considers her some kinda secret weapon.”

Brooklyn was a powerful gang, so if Katherine Plumber was considered special by their standards, that meant she had to be a serious powerhouse.

But, Specs didn’t know what her powers were. Which was rare because Specs was widely considered so trustworthy that he knew pretty much everything about everyone.

It wasn’t unheard of for one gang to turn on another, so Sarah figured it was safest to find out, which was definitely the only reason why she offered to come the next time Jack went over to Brooklyn to talk to Spot.

Screw Jojo and Albert’s laughter. She was only scoping out a potential threat. Power sets she’d never seen before needed to be planned for.

Specs wasn’t there this time, so Sarah got the chance to talk to the new girl alone.

Katherine Plumber was... really funny. And sarcastic. And she’d discovered her powers later than most and therefore was new to this world, but she was figuring it out quickly. She was smart. A fast learner.

Her aura was even more fascinating up close. The energy had an unexpected chill to it, kind of like mint—definitely similar to Jack’s—and Sarah was very curious because it clearly wasn’t the same power set. Jack’s power of bringing drawings to life was so unique that no one had ever heard of anyone else with the same one.

But Katherine wouldn’t demonstrate hers, although she accepted Sarah’s invitation to go on a scouting mission the next week.

And though staking out an office building was dull and boring, she still wouldn’t demonstrate her powers. Fascinating and frustrating.

It was amazing, how she always found a reason not to show Sarah what she could do. There was always a counter argument, always an excuse. And Sarah had just as many ways to ask for demonstrations, so they were constantly intellectually challenging each other. And they were spending a lot of time together, just because Sarah kept offering and Katherine kept accepting.

“You’s got a crush on her!” Albert teased as he and the others cackled after she explained how she had plans with Katherine again this weekend.

“I do not,” Sarah retorted, “I’m being practical for Manhattan’s future!”

No matter how Albert and Jojo and Les and even Davey laughed, it was only to find out how big of a threat she was in case Brooklyn ever became a rival.

2 missions became 3, became 6, became 10, until Sarah could count 27 excuses she’d made up to see Katherine in 2 months and she still didn’t know what her powers were.

Until Manhattan’s hideout got raided while Katherine happened to be over visiting, and as everyone else scrambled to their defense positions to let the less-powerful and younger members of the gang escape, Sarah saw her whip out that little notebook and pen she always kept in her jacket pocket.

Like over a bog, we need some fog

The thick mist rolled in out of nowhere, and all of Manhattan escaped, following Katherine to Brooklyn’s latest hideout. Spot was willing to let them stay until they found a new place of their own. After all, they were on the same side.

Only after she’d helped Jack conjure replacement bedding and supplies for the stuff they hadn’t had time to save did Katherine sit down with Sarah off to the side and explain exactly what she could do.

“I have to write it in verse for it to happen,” she explained, “Rhymes. That’s why I didn’t notice I could do anything until I was 17.”

She explained that she’d pretended she didn’t have a power at all for almost a year, until her 2 closest friends found out and told her it was too dangerous and she had to run away before her parents found out, because they would inevitably find out if she stayed.

Remembering how her parents had told her and Davey to take Les and run for their own safety when she was 16, Sarah was inclined to agree. Powers had a tendency to come to light eventually, no matter how you tried to hide them.

Katherine was a real powerhouse. She was like Jack—Sarah was right—just slightly to the left. A creator. She had endless potential, and power like hers was bound to show through.

However, some powers were good for hiding, and Kenny and Blink had a place for Manhattan to move into within a week.

Sarah was surprised about how she... wasn’t excited about that, and she told Race as much, figuring he would understand. It was common knowledge, at least among the older kids in Manhattan, that he was closer with Brooklyn than any of them.

Plus, Sarah could see it. She could see the way his aura moved around a certain Brooklyn boy, trailing towards him and tangling pale blue with dark red, like all they wanted was to hold each other close.

It didn’t make her jealous at all, being able to see who was in love with who and that it was requited. It didn’t matter that powered people rarely lived past 21 and Sarah was 16 and unlike many of her friends, she hadn’t found anyone yet. She was happy for him that Race had that.

“I’d like to stay, yeah,” he admitted, “Brooklyn’s... part of my heart’s always gonna be here. But Manhattan’s my home. My family. ‘Sides, Jack and Crutchie needs my help runnin’ things.”

In the end, that conversation was completely unhelpful, because Race’s main reason for leaving was that he was one of the gang’s seconds. Sarah wasn’t a second. She wasn’t staying out of responsibility.

The only responsibility she really had was to Davey and Les, and... did they really need her?

“You wanna stay, don’t you?” Davey guessed randomly the day before Manhattan moved out of Brooklyn’s hideout, “Stay in Brooklyn.”

“With Katherine,” Les added.

This time, neither of them was teasing.

“I’m thinking about it,” Sarah admitted, “I’m not sure if I should.”

To her surprise, Davey shook his head quickly, “No, Sarah. If you wanna stay I think you should stay. Especially if the only thing you’d be coming with Manhattan for’d be me and Les.”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine without ya.”

“Thanks, Les.”

“I mean we’s got Jack, and Crutchie, and all the rest of Manhattan. You don’t have to worry ‘bout us, Sar. You wanna stay with Kat, so you should.”

Sarah was conflicted until the day they actually left, and though her bag was packed, same as the rest of them, she stood at the doorway of the hideout watching her friends leave in small groups to sneak to Manhattan’s new home for an unreasonable amount of time.

Fuck it. She knew where they were going. She could visit. Her brothers got more powerful every day, same as her. She and Les had survived just the two of them for a while before Davey broke out of jail and brought Jack and the gang into their lives. The boys had each other and Jack and the gang. They would be fine without her.

So Sarah stayed, and she was pretty sure Spot and the others knew why. If she didn’t know any better, she could swear the king of Brooklyn was a little jealous that she was free to. It was nice to get to know him better. They’d always gotten along well, but building a real friendship meant they found out how kickass of a pair they could really be.

She wasn’t sure if Katherine knew why she’d stayed. Her aura gave away nothing but surprise.

The only aura Sarah had trouble seeing was her own.

It was a periwinkle color when she cared to stretch her powers to see it, it had barely any glow, and it moved like a kind of fog, spreading out and weaving through others’ energies, a little bit of it always lingering around the people most important to her even more than others’ auras ever did.

Katherine’s aura was so bright that it was even harder than normal to perceive her own.

But no matter how she denied it to her friends and brothers... she could still see traces of periwinkle flickering around and tangling with the magenta.

“So, you decided to stay,” she noted, and Sarah gave up on trying to see what she was feeling about that, because Katherine’s aura had the contained energy of a creator. Like Jack, it was hard to read her because her aura hardly moved at all.

“I did,” Sarah responded, trying to gauge her reaction the old fashioned way; through her face.

Unfortunately, the difference between the two creators was that Jack wore his heart on his sleeve and his emotions in his eyes, and Katherine, of course, was making things difficult. As usual.

“You’re not going to ask me why?” she asked after a couple seconds of silence.

“It’s because we make such a good team, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s because we all know Spot and I would be the ultimate power friendship.”

Katherine laughed, “I can tell you’re kidding, but you’re not wrong.”

Sarah was strongly considering making some clever remark again, but after thinking about it in the loaded silence for a couple seconds...

“What would you say if it was something like that? Us being a good team.”

She definitely wasn’t holding her breath while she waited for her response.

“I’d say we are pretty kickass together,” Katherine answered, “Maybe even more than you and Spot.”

Sarah was obvious about it intentionally when she gave her a once-over, and she saw Katherine smirk mischievously.

“Definitely more than me and Spot.”

“I think I’m gonna like you sticking around.”

Sarah wasn’t sure who moved first, but they both lunged for each other within the space of a couple seconds, hands tangling in hair and lips meeting as a few months worth of tension released with one kiss.

Albert, Jojo, Davey and Les were going to be so annoying when they found out they were right.

Still, Sarah grinned as they pulled apart, “I think I’m gonna like me sticking around, too.”

#newsies #newsbians #sarah jacobs #katherine plumber #davey jacobs #les jacobs #jack kelly #crutchie morris #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsie powers/rebellion au #non-graphic injuries tw #war-like elements tw #violet’s writing

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snowdice · 4 years

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A Twist of Fate {Part 5} (Everything’s Fine Universe) [Dice Roll 13]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Remus & Janus & Patton, Remy & Patton

Characters: Janus, Patton, Remus, Remy

Summary: It wasn’t unheard of for people to gain soulmarks later in life, but it was quite rare. Usually fate was set in stone. Yet, when one’s fated death was prevented, fate had to make some adjustments.

As he fell, Patton may have felt a strange prickling feeling across his skin. He however, was not paying attention to that, far too distracted and confused. All he knew was that by the time he hit the ground, both of his hands were covered with marks. Later when he went home he’d notice even more in other places, but the ones he noticed when he hit the ground were the obvious ones on his hands.

Then, there was Janus. Janus had only one soulmark on his body. At least. He had only one soulmark that hadn’t been burnt off years ago. When he landed on top of Patton, he did not notice the marks that suddenly appeared on his arms and face. Patton did, however, notice two little designs appear on him: one along the side of his nose and the other right below the scaring on the left side of his face. The second was already colored in by the time they hit the ground.

Universe: Soulmate AU and Superhero AU

Genre: The Dice Roll said fluff and it is… but… it’s more fluff and angst, hurt/comfort-ish

Notes: Child abuse, homelessness, malnutrition, acid burns, platonic soulmates, car accidents mentioned, blood mentioned, death mentioned

My Master Post Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Janus woke in a bed and immediately panicked. A million terrified thoughts about why and how he was in a bed rushed through his mind before he even had a chance to peak open his eyes. Yet, then, through the darkness of his thoughts, he felt familiar little feet digging into his back. With a slow breath, he opened his eyes and craned his head around to find Remus smashed into the twin sized bed with him. He gave his head a few seconds to catch back up with his situation.

The bakery man, Patton. Remus had predicted Patton’s death, and Janus had saved him. That action had changed fate so much that Janus and Remus had both gotten new soulmarks. Janus wasn’t even sure how many each of them had gotten; he hadn’t bothered to check yet. However, he did know that one of the soulmarks belonged to Patton.

It was absolutely terrifying. A parental soulmate. If it had been any other type of soulmate, it would have been easier. The problem with a parental soulmate is that if Patton wanted to, he could basically legally keep them. They were both minors with no biological parents left. Very few people would argue the point even if Janus and Remus went in kicking and screaming. Plus, being forced to stay in one place with adults who refused to listen would be a death sentence, and even if it wasn’t, they’d still be trapped. The blue star on Janus’s face was for all intents and purposes a mark of ownership. As someone who had lived in a cage for a few years, it didn’t exactly sit well with him.

But.

But, no matter how dangerous Patton may end up being to them, Janus knew with the state of Remus’s visions, they didn’t have a chance on the outside.

Remus had explained exactly what had happened after they “went to sleep” last night. Janus knew already that large changes in fate could potentially muddy a psychic’s vision for a time, particularly when said change personally affected the one having the visions. They didn’t often have to deal with this fact, as Remus was currently one of the two most powerful psychics in the world, his birth having been prophesied as far as hundreds of years ago (bar some important details), and as such small changes didn’t mess with his powers as much as they did other psychics’. However, there had been two instances where his abilities had dampened to a noticeable degree.

The first time had been when he’d helped Janus escape Halo Mark, though he’d still gotten enough feedback to keep them from getting recaptured. That instance had also corresponded to Remus and Janus getting new soulmarks, though each of them had only gotten one that time: the sibling ones for each other.

The second time had been at a seemingly random time. He and Janus had been on the run together for around six months when his visions had suddenly dimmed considerably to both of their distress. Remus had no idea what had caused it but had noticed a change in the landscape of the future when his visions returned the next day. He theorized that it must have been a good change as he couldn’t see many new events, just the absences of some. Remus could only see bad future and past events, so him not getting an influx of new things, probably was a net positive for the world. His best guess was that whatever the change was, it must have caused the sudden and inexplicable erasure of the death of the superhero Moxie Man that had been fated to occur in over two decades.

However, this circumstance was not quite like those two other times, because this time Remus could see nothing at all. Fate was apparently still in flux after Patton’s life was saved. Until it settled, Remus would have no more idea what the future held than Janus. This was a problem considering that Janus and Remus as 12 and 9-year-olds living on the streets and at least one of whom was still being doggedly tracked by Halo Mark, routinely almost died every day. Remus’s visions were what guided them to food and shelter and away from murders and people who would put them back in cages.

Which meant Patton, with his willingness to provide food and shelter and not murder them on the spot for the time being was a known risk and better than the possible alternatives. They may very well still end up in cages or dead, but it was the only chance they had.

So, Janus had let Patton take them back to his house and feed them dinner. He’d accepted the clean clothes and the shower. The only protest that had left his lips had been when Patton suggested they sleep in the closed off basement citing the fact that there was a queen sized bed down there, and if Janus and Remus refused to be in different rooms for the night, it would be more comfortable. Instead, they’d ended up sleeping in what Patton said had been his childhood bedroom, full of posters and pastel colors.

Janus had not wanted to submit to sleep the night before, but his body had been exhausted, so he had ended up asleep after a few hours. At least nothing had happened during the night. He was still okay. Remus was with him, and he could see sunlight peaking through the curtains on the window. He was running on the hope that Patton would keep up the nice act at least long enough for Remus to get his visions back. Though, he was unsure what would happen if Janus and Remus tried to leave.

Janus’s thoughts were brought back to the present when Remus started doing his typical morning squirming. He’d be up in a few minutes. A hand flopped over Janus’s chest and he mumbled something before his feet climbed up Janus’s back. Janus winced as they kicked the back of his neck lightly. The boy’s upper half wiggled and then flopped part way over Janus as his feet continued to kick a pattern into the air. He let out a soft humming sound and eventually his body poured completely over Janus, so he landed in a heap on the other side. He then continued to wiggle.

Janus reached out to grab one of his flailing hands, and after a moment, he calmed down a bit. His eyes flickered open. “Janus?” he asked.

“Mmm.”

He reached out to pat Janus’s cheeks a couple of times. “I’m’wake.”

“I can see that.”

“Go’ ‘orning.”

“Good morning, Remus.”

There were a couple more moments of sleepy calm. Then, Remus woke up the rest of the way.

He popped up onto his knees on the bed, jostling Janus a bit. His eyes widened when he noticed how bouncy his sleeping surface was, and he bounced a couple of times. “I smell food!” he declared, still bouncing as he said it. “Do you think it’s good food? It smells like bacon. Will Patton burn the house down? I can’t see if he will or not. He cooked good spaghetti last night. Is that easy to cook? Is he a good cook? Will it taste good? Will it just be bacon? That would just be protein and fat. Does he know that? Did you know you can get malnourished if you don’t eat enough carbs even if you’re eating enough calories? You can die from it! Should we go down for breakfast or wait until he comes and gets us? Will he be mad if we pick wrong? Will he never come up to see us if we don’t go down and then we’ll starve to death? Where are my clothes? This shirt’s too big, but it’s really soft. It smells like lavender. Is that his detergent? Did you know eating one of the laundry pods can make you die? I wonder if he uses the laundry pods or the liquid stuff. If I lick my shirt and there is detergent on it, will I die? He washed my usual clothes yesterday after I changed. Will they smell like lavender too? I should check!” With that, Remus bounced out of bed to go grab his clothes.

Janus followed him out of bed. Patton had washed the clothes they’d arrived in, and they were probably now cleaner than they’d been since they’d gotten them. Remus continued to chatter as they dressed about nothing in particular. He seemed rather content in this new environment even while Janus was in constant worry. Of course, he usually relied on his visions to tell him if something was bad and may just instinctually be assuming if he wasn’t seeing anything, everything was fine, so Janus wasn’t sure if he should completely trust the boy’s perspective.

Once they were both dressed, they headed downstairs hand in hand.

“Hi boys,” Patton said when they arrived at the bottom of the steps. He was in the kitchen, but had angled himself, so he had a view of the stairs. Janus wasn’t sure if that was to make sure they didn’t make a break for it or just him being eager to greet them when they woke. “Want something to eat?” He seemed to already understand the power of food, and Janus wondered if that would be used against them soon.

“Yeah!” Remus said with no hesitation, perking up. For someone who only ever saw the worst of humanity, he had been strangely trusting when it came to Patton. His eagerness made Janus bristle a bit.

“Why don’t you come wash your hands and sit. I’m almost done.”

“Do I gotta?” Remus whined.

“Wash your hands?” Patton asked.

“Yeah, I took a shower just last night! I’m clean!”

Janus almost rolled his eyes at that assumption but was too preoccupied with watching Patton’s expression. Patton was frowning slightly, and Janus found himself waiting for his reaction with bated breath. Clearly, he wanted to say yes, Remus had to wash his hands, but if they pushed him would he deny Remus food over it?

Patton dithered. “I would prefer that you did so,” he said slowly after a moment, “as it is a good habit to have. Not washing your hands before you eat can make you sick since you might be getting germs into your mouth. That being said, I can’t make you do anything.”

“Yay!” Remus cheered.

“Go wash your hands, Remus,” Janus instructed firmly before he ran away with the idea.

“Aw,” he pouted, but listened. He wandered off to do as Janus asked, and Janus and Patton briefly met eyes before Janus turned to follow him. Remus had tucked his tongue between his teeth as he stood on his tiptoes to turn the water on. He wouldn’t be able to reach the soap where it was, so Janus reached forward and handed it to him. Janus’s reward for his good dead was a face full of bubbles once Remus got it into a lather. Janus sighed.

Once Remus’s hands were clean, instead of going to the table, he padded off to stand next to Patton as the man finished cooking the eggs. They immediately struck up a conversation about bugs Remus had seen in the last month. Meanwhile, Janus quickly rinsed his face of bubbles before washing and drying his hands himself.

“And then if flew away!” Remus was saying when Janus turned back.

“Aw,” Patton said, “that’s sad, but I bet he had some stuff to do.”

“It got eaten by a bird two days later!”

“O-oh,” Patton said, but shook off his surprise a moment later. “I think my mom had some books about local bugs in the office. Maybe we can figure out what type he was.”

“Really?!” Remus said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Sure,” Patton agreed.

“Ooo, do you have any books on octopuses?!” he asked. “I love octopuses!”

“I’m not sure,” Patton replied, “but we can look, or I can get you one from the library.”

“Oh, and Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapanese beetles… are also pretty cool. Anyway, can we get a book about snakes for Evan.”

“Of course,” Patton said kindly as Janus resisted slamming his head against the counter. “Would one of you mind getting the grape juice out of the refrigerator, please.”

“Okay!” Remus agreed, skipping over to the fridge. Patton watched him go with a slight smile on his face that made Janus want to squirm with something. He couldn’t tell if it was a bad something or not, but it was definitely a something. Patton turned a bit to glance at Janus and quirked his lips up a bit more when he saw him watching. He returned his attention to the stove after a moment and poured the eggs into a prepared bowl. Then, he brought that along with a plate of bacon and toast to the table. He’d already cut up an orange for each of them and set it at every plate.

“He knows about scurvy,” Remus said, nodding in approval upon seeing it.

Patton let out a surprised laugh. “I do,” he said. “Do you like oranges?”

“Fruits are yucky, but it’s better than your body slow breaking down and swallowing a bunch of blood because your gums won’t stop bleeding,” Remus said, grabbing a piece of orange and stuffing it in his mouth.

“I… guess that’s right,” Patton said. “Maybe we can find a source of vitamin C that tastes better to you.”

“I don’t like broccoli!” he proclaimed.

“I’ll make a note of that,” Patton replied, amused. “Would you like me to get you some eggs?”

“Uh huh!”

Patton scooped out some eggs for him and hesitated with Janus before Janus held out his hand to take the bowl from him. He then offered the plate of bacon and toast around the table. “How did you two sleep?” Patton asked.

“Really good!” Remus answered. “I like beds!” Patton grimaced a bit, but Remus didn’t notice, too busy happily making himself an egg and bacon sandwich.

“And you, Evan?”

“Fine,” Janus replied, taking a bite of eggs. He blinked down at the eggs. Janus had made eggs on occasion while on the run, but there was something different about the eggs Patton made. They were a lot fluffier, and they tasted a lot better. In fact, the bacon and even the toast tasted better, though that may have just been that it was fresh bread instead of the day-old stuff they usually got. Plus, there was a lot of food, in fact, he was pretty sure Patton had no idea how much three people could eat in one go, because it seemed like he’d made enough for six. Janus stopped eating when he was full, and it was an odd experience to have two consecutive full meals. He felt a bit tired even though he’d only just woken up.

He felt himself mentally drift a bit as Remus and Patton continued eating. They were much slower since Remus kept rambling, and Patton kept trying to politely pay attention to what he was talking about. This was nice, he supposed. It was almost scary how easily he could feel himself settle around Patton. He couldn’t get attached or used to this. They’d have to leave eventually, he reminded himself harshly.

His attention was brought back to the conversation when Remus just about flipped his plate off the table with the way he threw his arms around. “Chocolate!” he exclaimed.

Janus looked over to see if that display of recklessness would make Patton mad, but it seemed to be the opposite. He seemed to enjoy Remus’s enthusiasm. “Chocolate chip or chocolate cookies?” he asked.

“Both!” Remus demanded.

“Double chocolate cookies then,” Patton said.

“Yay!”

Patton turned to Janus. “Would you like to help us make them?”

Janus nodded. “Sure,” he agreed, surmising they were talking about baking cookies.

“Great!” Patton said. “Can you help me clear the table?”

“If it means faster to cookies, yes!” Remus said, getting up and grabbing his plate and glass.

Janus grabbed his own plate with less enthusiasm and took it over towards the sink. Patton washed the dishes while he directed them around the room to gather different supplies for the cookie making.

Patton had just put the last dish on the drying rack and was drying his hands when the doorbell rang.

Janus immediately panicked because Patton could 100% have called the cops on them before they’d woken up. Patton seemed to sense his panic. “It’s just Remy!” Patton said. “Who… you don’t know. He’s a friend. A soul-friend. I totally forgot he was coming over today after his exam. I’ll ask him to leave.” He darted towards his front door.

Janus leaned over towards Remus. “Be ready to run just in case.”

Remus nodded solemnly even if he looked a bit sad, probably because he wouldn’t be able to make cookies if they had to bolt. Then, Janus followed after Patton on silent feet.

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#sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #remy sanders #platonic demus #adriana writes #everything's fine universe #roll the dice 13 #roll the dice #child abuse #homelessness #malnutrition #acid burns #soulmate au #superhero au #platonic intruality #platonic moceit #platonic mosleep

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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Love For Love By Love Of Love

Kinda short- only 2106 words but!! Enjoy some soft Nana Boleyn!

(As in- Read Anne as Courtney!Anne, not Millie!Anne because Millie!Anne would never do any of this)

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Anne could hear the roars of laughter in the dressing room all the way from the bathroom she was walking out of, which made her pick up her pace so she wouldn’t miss what was going on. She couldn’t even imagine what the others were giggling about- right before she left they were trying to recover from Cathy’s beautiful comment, “Don’t fist my hoop” after Anne herself tried to fit her entire fist in the blue queen’s hoop earring, but they could have moved onto something entirely different by then. Anything could happen on a Live, especially when it was Anne, Kitty, and Cleves there. Cathy was supposed to be leveling them out, but she got roped into their antics almost instantly.

On her way back to the Live, however, something caught Anne’s attention. She stopped and peeked her head into one of the dressing rooms to see a blonde girl sitting at a desk against the far wall. Her head kept sagging downwards in the motion people did when they were nodding off but kept jerking awake, but it was clear she wasn’t all too there in reality at the moment. She was shaking, too, which made a deep maternal instinct spark inside of Anne.

Some people were surprised to find that she had such a thing, what with her gremlin-like stage persona and wild attitude that came with it, but they forgot that she had been a mother herself. Even if it was for a short time, a motherly instinct formed and the urge to care for the younger and inferior still lingered after reincarnation. Usually it only came out for Kitty, but this time felt different. When she cared for Kitty, she viewed her as a sister, but when she was looking at this girl...

It felt like she was looking at a lost child without their mother.

A child that she wanted to help.

Anne quietly stepped into the room and approached the girl- Joan, the show’s music director. Upon getting a closer look, she saw that she was, in fact, not really conscious, despite her eyelids still fluttering slightly. She was leaning over some paperwork, head bobbing in an effort to stay away that wasn’t really working for her. She didn’t come to when Anne gently nudges her side.

Anne pursed her lips, thinking. Then, without a second thought, she takes off her soft pink robe and wrapped it around Joan’s trembling shoulders.

With a small smile, Anne quietly walks out and returns to the dressing room where the Live is happening.

“What happened to your robe?” Kitty asked curiously as her cousin sat back down beside her.

“I got hot so I took it off,” Anne replied, despite it being rather chilly inside the theater. The others didn’t pay it much attention, though, and went back to their shenanigans, which apparently was now a question and answer session.

“Okay, Annie, what’s a weird fear you have?” Kitty suddenly asked, probing her cousin in the side with a bright pink nail.

“What brought this on?” Anne laughed.

“We’re doing a Q&A!” Cathy said, readjusting the phone.

“And when did that start?”

“Just now! Now answer the question!” Kitty prodded the green queen again, making her squirm away with a small laugh.

“Okay, okay! Hmm...” She thought for a moment. “I don’t think I have a fear that’s considered weird. Does not liking the texture of soggy bread count?”

“How often do you run into a situation where soggy bread is your main problem?” Cathy laughed.

“You’d be surprised!”

“Bessie is afraid of mannequins.”

All heads turned to Cleves. Question marks and laughing emojis flashed through the chat, among the huge barrage of comments from the many viewers. Kitty tilted her head while Cathy and Anne both snorted.

“Really?” Kitty giggled.

“Yeah!” Cleves nodded. “She said they made her uncomfortable. Gave her weird vibes. She doesn’t like when they’re behind her.” She tittered.

Laughter rebounded through the room at that.

“Yeah, you’re really exposing your girlfriend here, Anna,” Anne said, referencing a comment that pointed that out.

Cleves merely shrugged. “It’s my job! I’ll pay her back for it later.” She smirked and Kitty squealed, swatting at her knee, while Cathy and Anne groaned.

“Keep it PG, Anna!” Cathy barked playfully. “We have children watching!”

“Oh, shut up! We don’t do anything!”

“Oh my god,” Anne said to the side, amazed that they were actually yelling over the possibility of a couple doing a very normal thing like sex on a live with hundreds of people watching. She laughed.

And that’s when she noticed something.

Someone standing in the doorway.

It was Joan!

The girl had one hand on the doorframe, presumably to keep her balance because she was swaying slightly. Her hair was a completely mess, frizzled up like she had rubbed a balloon on her head just before walking into the room, and her eyes were half open and looked very tired. In her free hand she was holding Anne’s robe.

“Hey, Joan,” Anne greeted with a smile.

The other three turned to face the music director. The phone wasn’t angled to where the door could be seen, so confused comments were made in the chat, some even asking who “Joan” was.

“I— Hi.” Joan said after a moment. She blinked several times, probably trying to clear up her hazy vision of wake herself up a little more. “I just— I wanted to return this.” She held out the robe.

Kitty looked at her cousin confusedly. “I thought you put it away?”

Anne ignored her comment and got up to take the robe from Joan.

“I don’t know how I got it...” The girl said as she did so.

“You looked cold, so I put it around you.” Anne clarified.

Upon hearing that, Joan’s cheeks flashed pink and she looked away shyly.

“Oh. Th-thank you.” She mumbled.

“It’s no problem,” Anne glanced back at the other three. “Hey, why don’t you come sit with us?”

Joan looked surprised at the offer. Her head snapped up and her mouth opened and closed stupidly for a moment before she just nodded sheepishly. Anne grinned at her agreement and took her smaller, colder hand in her own, leading her over to where she had been sitting on the floor.

“Everyone! We have a new friend!” She announced, sitting back down at her spot. Joan kneels next to her, then fully sat down after she wasn’t told by anyone to leave.

A few comments were made about the new girl’s arrival- “Who is that?” “That’s Joan, right?” “she’s kinda cute no cap,,” “Whoaaaa she looks like Jane!!” “Why her hair so yellow tho” “is she even awake??”- but none were barking at her to leave and stop ruining the queen’s Live, which was good. Anne didn’t expect anyone to say such a thing, but you never know with the queendom.

The game of questions and answers quickly resumed. One viewer asked what everyone’s favorite animals were and after all the queens answered (“Snake!” “Owl!” “Dog!” “Also dog!”) Anne gently patted Joan’s knee, rousing her from her half asleep state.

“Huh?” Joan blinked, looking around.

“What’s your favorite animal?” Anne asked. She picked up on the girl’s obvious exhaustion and made a mental note to keep checking on her in case she got worse.

“My favorite-? Oh!” Joan finally understood. Her ears, which are adorably poking out from her unruly hair, flame red from how long it took her to process something so simple. “Umm... I like sheep.” She admitted shyly. Her hands fidget anxiously in her lap. “Hedgehogs, too.”

Anne nodded with a smile. Her heart was fluttering in a way that hadn’t happened since Elizabeth...

She thought back to when she first met Joan. The girl was so young, so thin, and so very tiny. It was a wonder she even got the job as a maid in waiting, and everyone assumed she would either end up quitting or getting removed for bad work, but she stuck around for the full three years of Anne’s reign. She was a clumsy little thing, yes. Not really good at most things- her sewing was a mess, she always managed to overcomplicate the laces on Anne’s dress when she helped her get changed, she dropped things and stumbled over her own two feet, stuttered, couldn’t really dance, and she had a hard time staying awake during court, but she was absolutely brilliant with music. Anne still remembered the first time she heard her play the harpsichord.

Ten minutes of giggles and silly questions pass. Joan is no longer answering, although her answers were sparse and whispered, so they usually went unheard. Anne turned to the girl after seeing a brief comment that said “is she asleep??” and saw that Joan had, in fact, nodded off.

In her current position, Joan was either going to slump forward and smack into the ground (which is something the poor thing would NEVER be able to live down, especially when the caught on a Live), lean back and fall over (which is something else her self esteem would drill itself into the ground for), or have really had neck and back pain when she woke up, so, without really thinking it through, Anne coiled her arms around the girl’s waist and slowly and subtly began pulling her into her grasp.

“Yikes, you’re light,” She muttered, finding it much easier to secure the music director in her lap than she was expecting. She made a second mental note to invite Joan over for dinner later so she can get something in her stomach.

Her action of moving Joan didn’t go unnoticed- the comments were blowing up with curious observations: “What is she doing??” “Anne, why are you doing that?” “whats going on?” “i just got here. what’s the tea?” “Awww!” “Mama Anne Boleyn????”

They were stupid and silly little things that people couldn’t keep to themselves. Anne just ignored them and hauled Joan completely into her lap, then began adjusting her position.

Joan was at an angle where her legs slung over one of Anne’s thighs, since she was sitting crisscross. Anne cups the back of her skull and brings her head down to rest on her chest, which is immediately nuzzled into like a kitten seeking warmth. After a momentary glance at the phone, Anne grabs her robe and wraps it around Joan, making sure her face was covered so she couldn’t be gawked at while dozing.

“So,” Anne said after her work was done. “What’s the next question?”

The other three had definitely been staring at her through the whole process, but she didn’t really care. They didn’t say anything about it, so it was fine.

“Uhh— Oh! Here’s one!” Cathy said, getting back into the swing of things. “Funniest things to happen while onstage?”

“Oh!” Cleves perked up. “That one time Bessie couldn’t stop sneezing during Heart of Stone and Jane actually stopped singing to wait for her to finish!”

“Is every answer you say going to be about her?” Kitty teased.

“Hsst!” Cleves hissed with a playful glare. “I love my girlfriend, alright! And it was funny!”

“It was,” Anne agreed. She felt something and looked down as Cathy went on to tell the story of when Maria accidentally launched one of her drumsticks across the stage. Joan was nuzzling closer to her, making adorable sleepy noises that melted her heart.

She’s just a little cuddlebug, She thought. Cuddle...sheep? Cuddlesheep? Cuddlelamb!

She slowly reached a hand under the robe to brush Joan’s cheek and the girl presses into it.

She’s so touch starved...

Anne wrapped her arms around Joan, slowly and comfortingly rubbing her back with one hand, and continued the Q&A like that.

“Secretariat was a good movie!” Cleves was arguing.

“How am I supposed to enjoy a movie that I can’t even spell the name of?!” Kitty snapped back.

“You’re just dumb!”

Kitty gasped.

“You take that back!!”

“Mmmm-!!”

The muffled noise comes from below Anne and she looks down, peeking slightly beneath the robe to see Joan’s eyes were shut tighter and she was trying to completely burrow her face into her chest. She appeared to be disturbed by all the noise.

“Hey, guys,” She said. “Can you lower your voices, please?”

The other three once again blink at her, but nod and continued the playful argument quietly. She smiled in thanks and went back to observing the sleeping girl in her arms, now rocking slowly, noting the way she was gripping the robe with one of her small, bony hands.

Anne had a feeling she wasn’t going to get the robe back, but, honestly, she didn’t really care.

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adrenaline-roulette · 3 years

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Absolute Beginners

Chapter Three: First Positions Everybody!

Make sure you’ve read Chapters One and Two first!

Sarah shrugged at Jareth’s question, seemingly putting an end to that conversation rather abruptly, not that Jareth minded terribly, he had other things to occupy his mind with currently, and he was sure learning any more pop culture references would distract him from the task at hand. “That will be all Higgle, you know your place for the runner.” He commanded, and the dwarf bowed, before turning to Sarah, who had to bite her tongue from correcting the name.

“I’ll be seein’ ya ‘round. Gots-ta go ‘an distract this runna better than I did with ya.” He chuckled, causing Sarah to grin down at her stout friend. In the moments she had spent thinking back to her time in the Labyrinth, she had always felt Hoggle had done an excellent job in distracting her from her task at hand, though on the other hand, she had also been the first and only champion on the Labyrinth, so perhaps he hadn’t done as well as she once thought.

“Good luck Hoggle! I hope this runner doesn’t get you in as much trouble either!” Sarah called after him, laughing quietly. Jareth smirked beside her, watching the dwarf toddle off and out of the throne room. “Does Hoggle always stand guard at the gate that leads to the Labyrinth?”

“Yes, that is his duty in the Labyrinth when there is a runner, however he is not supposed to help the runner as he did with you. You were, special.” Jareth offered in answer, before twisting his wrist in an elegant manner, a crystal appearing on his fingertips. “Come, take a look.” He whispered, as Sarah stepped closer, peering into the endless depths of the small crystal. A cloud of navy-blue fog swirled inside before a scene appeared. A young woman, no more that fourteen was stood in the middle of a child’s playroom, scowling at a screaming baby. The poor child looked tired, its face red and puffy from nonstop wailing. The young woman looked frustrated and at her wits end, the scene was all too familiar to Sarah, no matter how many years had passed, she would never forget that night, or her wish.

The girl tugged her fingers through her blonde curls, trying to prevent herself from screaming. “No, don’t say it…” Sarah whispered, despite knowing the girl was unable to hear her. She felt a sense of duty almost, to protect this girl from the dangers of the Labyrinth. However, something deep within her prevented her from doing so. Perhaps it was the newfound trust she had in the King? A sense of faith that truly, despite all he would throw at her, things would turn out for the best? Or perhaps, it was her bratty teenage self coming out, reminding her that if nothing else, running the Labyrinth had allowed her to become the woman she was today? Or stranger still, perhaps it was that she wanted to see this girl run the Labyrinth….

Jareth quietly chuckled beside her, shaking his head softly. It was as if he could sense the thoughts whirling through her mind…

“I will be back in a moment, take this.” He breathed, as he placed the crystal atop her palm, before disappearing from her side. The throne room became quiet, as Jareth along with his goblins made their way to the summons. Taking one final look around the throne room, Sarah made her way to the large stone steps which lead up to the throne itself. Settling down on the second step, she rested her forearm over her knee, holding the crystal within a loose grip as she stared into the scene unfolding within.

***

The blonde teen left the toy room leaving her baby sister behind, as she hoped she would cry herself to sleep. The door closed with a gentle click, and just as she turned her back to it, thunder boomed seemingly from nowhere, shaking the windows and entire house. Creaking the door open carefully, Lightning lit up the entire room, rain pelting again the window, as huge gusts of wind nearly lifted the house from its foundations.

***

Sarah was fascinated at how the goblins handled the baby, something she hadn’t witnessed when she wished away Toby. Two of the taller goblins scurried towards the crib, one leaning over and scooping up the crying babe, as the other rested three fingers against its forehead, causing the baby to instantly stop crying. The child’s eyes falling closed, as a gentle sleep washed over them, and their face fell peaceful. Sarah had always assumed the goblins possessed some amount of magic, but she had never guessed what it could be used for. It made sense that at least one goblin could soothe fussy children, otherwise she was sure it would be far more difficult to extract the child from their house unheard. The two goblins linked arms, as the one not holding the child snapped its fingers, with a pop of magic, they vanished from the crystal, only to appear seconds later back in the throne room.

Sarah turned away from the crystal, blinking emerald eyes up at the goblins and sleeping baby. “Lady! Kingy asked if you could ‘old her.” The goblin holding the baby screeched in a nasal, high pitched voice. He looked terrified, his entire body shaking in fear of holding the small child, a feeling Sarah could relate well too, sure she had looked much the same when she had first been introduced to Toby. She thought back the Jareth’s words, these poor goblins had no idea what they were doing, Jareth had likely had little to no time to explain the game plan to them, before they had to spring into action.

“Um yeah. Of course, what’s her name?” Sarah asked quietly, as she made her way closer to the goblins. Without a thought, she twisted her wrist in the same way she had watched Jareth do on so many occasions, the crystal vanishing into thin air, leaving behind the tingle of magic on her palm. If she had been thinking, she would have realised how odd it was that the crystal had done exactly what she had wanted, but for now, was rather preoccupied, especially now that she had a small child being thrust into her empty arms.

“The girl was calling ‘er Lillian.” The goblin shrugged, squinting his beady eyes at the spot where the crystal had been moments ago. He made a mental note to mention this to his King, though from the corner of his eye he spotted the tankard of goblin ale, and all thoughts of reporting magical doings to the king were gone the moment they appeared.

Sarah smiled down at Lillian, she couldn’t be much older than a year, maybe one and a half at most. Lillian continued to sleep, as Sarah rocked gently from side to side, holding the blonde child carefully. It had been years since she had last held such a young child, Toby was too old and big to be picked up like this anymore, and she didn’t know anyone with children either; most of her friends having opted for studies over families in their young age. Sarah walked around the throne room, cradling Lillian carefully, as she looked around the circular room, occasionally peering out one of the arched windows, looking down to the city bellow. She watched as the goblins prepared themselves for battle, just in case this new runner would make it as far as Sarah once had. Though from the half hearted attempts the goblins were making at putting up barricades, it seemed unlikely that this runner would be as fortunate as Sarah had been.

“Snicker, please take the baby from Sarah.” Jareth’s voice suddenly sounded from behind her, causing Sarah to pivot on the spot, as a goblin wearing a bonnet appeared at her side.

“Gimme the baby.” The goblin grinned, while making ‘grabby’ hands at Lillian. Sarah eyed the goblin sceptically, lifting one brow at the crusted yellow nails which reached for her.

Jareth reached out slowly, cusping a gloved hand over her shoulder in a feather light touch. He turned his back to the goblin now known as Snicker, his mismatched eyes meeting hers. “Snicker is the Goblin City’s nanny. The baby will be safe with her, just as Toby once was.”

Sarah’s eyes opened wide, darting between Jareth and Snicker for a few seconds. “I thought you said there weren’t any of the Goblins from my run who still did this?”

“They are few and far between these days, however Snicker has been in her role for decades now. I would hate to take the position away from her, not when she is so wonderful at it.”

With a sigh of relief, Sarah carefully handed Lillian to Snicker. “Oooh, you make a good goblin soon.” Snicker cooed, before walking out of the throne room, Sarah watching the two leave in utter shock.

“I’m not sure if I forgot or repressed the memory of what could happen to the children who were wished away, if the wisher doesn’t make it to the Castle in time.” Sarah whispered; her mouth having grown dry at the thought.

Jareth shook his head softly, feathery blonde hair swaying in its own breeze. “It is simply a scare tactic.” He offered, waving his hand, and producing yet another crystal.

“A scare tactic?”

“I do not curse wished away children to live their lives goblins. It would be unfair to the child to do so. Afterall, the child didn’t wish themselves away now did they?” He smirks across at Sarah, mismatched eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Well, what do you do with them then?”

Jareth shakes his head no, “Another time precious. I will answer all your questions in due time.” He almost whispers, causing Sarah to step ever closer towards him. “If you are ready, would you like to see the beginning of the Labyrinth from a different perspective?”

Sarah nods eagerly, eyes falling once more to the displayed crystal. “Actually, I have a better idea.” He declares suddenly, vanishing the crystal, and turning on his heel to face her. “Why watch, when you can participate?”

“Oh no!” Sarah cried, taking three large steps backwards. Sirens were blaring in her head, as red flags waved frantically in her imagination. “No, no no! I refuse to run again! I didn’t wish anyone away; you have no grounds to force me to run!”

“Sarah my love, that is not at all what I meant.” Jareth purred, his velvety voice sending a wave of calm over her instantly. “I apologise if that is how my words came across, it is not what I intended.”

Watching his movements carefully, and keeping an eye out for any sudden changes, Sarah crept forwards. “What do you have in mind then?”

With a flourish of his hand, a new crystal appeared, this one with clouds of rose and peach coloured smoke within. Without so much as a word, he gently tossed the crystal at her feet. The sphere shattering into nothingness, the colourful smoke escaping and enveloping her entire body in a thick fog. As the smoke whirled around her, the scent of peaches and fresh berries engulfed her senses. She could almost taste them, they were so real! In what felt like both only seconds yet hours too, the smoke cleared, and Sarah watched as a smile spread across Jareth’s face. “You look stunning.” He breathed out, eyes flowing over her body, not in lust, but something close to it…

Eyebrows raised in surprise, Sarah gazed down at herself, instantly noticing her lack of jeans, and overall entirely new outfit. A deep forest green coat fell down to the floor around her, ending in long sleeves and a slight train; the cropped top laced in dark brown leather over her bust, meeting with a deep collar made of the same leather. Over her shoulders, in what felt like the shoulder pads Karen had worn in the 80’s, were even darker green spikes, resembling the armour she had seen Jareth wear on numerous occasions. Beneath the coat she wore a comfortable peasants shirt, cream coloured just as Jareth often wore, and just like his, the neckline was severely plunging. A pair of buttery soft leather pants in the same colour as the accents on her coat, clung to her legs like a second skin. No wrinkles could be seen, no matter which way she twisted and turned. They had practically melted against her! Black leather boots completed the outfit, resting just below the knee, with corset style laces all up the back, and a thick yet comfortable heel. Finally, to complete the look, though for now she remained unaware; her long dark hair had been tousled into that of messily imperfect perfection, giving her an air of ferocity and power. “Are jean jackets not socially acceptable in the Underground?” She sighed, running her hands down the soft fabrics she now wore.

“In any other situation, I would say what you were wearing was perfect attire. However, if you would like to come meet the runner, it would be best if you looked the part.”

“Looked the part of what?”

“Part of the Labyrinth and her occupants of course. You are the champion after all.” Jareth smirked at her, before offering her his gloved hand. “Join me champion.”

There are no second thoughts as Sarah rests her hand within his. His champion. The Goblin Kings champion! With a cloud of glitter, the two vanish from the throne room leaving nothing but a smattering of glitter particles and something new in their place. Tiny vine leaves weave and mingle with Jareth’s magic, the stunning forest green mixing with that of sparkling glitter.

***

Just as suddenly as the two had left, they re-appear on the outskirts of the Labyrinth. Orange dust mixing with that of the orange skies, blending together almost seamlessly. Sarah found, that if she stared too long into the distance, she was unable to tell the sky from the land apart. “You’re her aren’t you?” A new voice asks, timid and afraid.

It takes Sarah a moment to realise she is being spoken to. She had assumed the runner would be addressing Jareth, and Jareth alone. He was the King after all…

Turning her attention away from the stunning landscape, her eyes fell on the teenager stood before her. She was acutely aware of Jareth who was stood directly behind her, his arm brushing against hers ever so gently. “And who might that be?” Her voice sounded foreign even to her ears. She sounds regal almost, and not at all like herself. Yet, the words and voice had come so naturally to her.

“You’re the Goblin Queen.” The teen gulped, fear and awe lacing her features.

This caused Sarah to pause, her back going rigid in surprise. Had Jareth known what the girl was going to say, was that why he had suggested she come? “Ahhhh, yes?”

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sign-from-god-complex · 5 years

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cuddles and catnaps

Summary: Logan was absolutely exhausted. Thankfully, Roman’s there to help.

Pairing: Platonic logince

Warnings: Brief description of emotional numbness, very non-serious mention of hypothetical murder and lots of sleep-deprivation/insomnia-related things.

A/N: I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to write the logince conversation I wish they’d have in canon. Just let my boys get along!!! It’s what they deserve.

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It was a quiet night, and Logan was awake.

This wasn't uncommon necessarily—rest did not always come easily to the logical side and it had been a particularly busy week—but it was frustrating nonetheless. He'd tried to relax, tried breathing techniques and distractions and anything else he could think of but it was no use; Logan simply couldn't sleep.

It had been a problem for the past few nights, in fact. Logan's mind wouldn't stop whirring with all the potential outcomes or solutions to the most recent dilemma Thomas was having and he was unable to untangle his thoughts from it.

He thought that he managed to get an hour or so of sleep last night but honestly he couldn't say for sure; things were beginning to blend together slightly.

As the clock hit 3 am, Logan decided to give up trying. He recalled hearing about how merely pretending to sleep makes you feel more rested than if you were to get up and stay awake but, quite honestly, if Logan had to lay here one more minute he felt he may figuratively explode.

Slipping out from under the sheets, he walked over to open the door and head down to the commons, hoping that if he generated a change in scenery it might prompt his body to allow him at least a nap. Best-case scenario, he would manage to fall asleep on the couch while watching a documentary.

He crept down the hallway as quietly as possible, noting the absence of light from under the doors of his fellow sides. It was common for them to be in bed at this time—provided Thomas was as well—but it also wasn't unheard of for them to be a little too worked up to get to sleep, much as Logan was right now. It seemed, however, that the others were asleep, which simultaneously comforted and distressed him.

It was obviously beneficial for the other three to be getting optimal sleep and rest. Not only was it better for them but it was better for Thomas as well—things tended to go awry when any one side was particularly sleep-deprived.

Roman's reaction to lack of sleep was actually quite typical. You could tell Roman hadn't been sleeping well simply because he seemed tired. Not sleepy, that was vastly different. No, Roman tended to look exhausted, trailing around and reacting sluggishly to any input from the other sides. His usual vigour and bounce were missing, replaced with mostly blank looks and absent stares.

It was actually the easiest of the four's behaviours to recognise and the other sides always rushed to get him to bed when they picked up on it. They could always afford a day off for Roman's health.

Plus, of course, Thomas's productivity greatly suffered when Roman wasn't at his best. Without Thomas's creativity, videos were extremely difficult if not impossible to complete, with any attempted acting being subpar and any attempted writing being worse than that. That's not even to mention the kind of slump Thomas fell into when Roman became particularly exhausted; it was upsetting to witness their host look so dejected and quiet. Truly, taking a day off was always the best course of action.

Virgil's response to sleep deprivation was mostly avoidance. He tended to put as much distance between himself and the other three as was possible, and luckily enough, the three of them had quickly learnt to spot it.

Getting Virgil to sleep was actually vastly more difficult than Roman. Roman generally whined slightly but was really too exhausted to protest all that much; Virgil, however, got angry when he was tired. His jabs were never taken personally past the first time it occurred—the others understood that Virgil's lashing out was not out of malice but more out of frustration and a feeling of being overwhelmed—though it was still jarring. Virgil was usually angry for them more so than at them nowadays but with exhaustion he became terse, snapping at anyone who dared to lend a helping hand.

Though it took slightly more effort, they usually got through the facade pretty quickly, watching Virgil just entirely deflate and forcibly cuddling him to sleep.

And when Virgil was tired and angry and distant, Thomas was a wreck. Thomas dealt with his emotions far better than Virgil did but that didn't mean he didn't feel them. When Virgil was like this, all the little things that Thomas could normally deal with managed to get to him—sharp noises and abrupt motions causing him to flinch and glare and any small inconvenience suddenly becoming the indicator of a horrible day. Thomas's optimism tended to fly right out the window when Virgil hadn't slept and it was troublesome, to say the least.

Patton became considerably stressed when he was tired. It was something that seemed to tie in quite closely to his general need to bottle up his feelings. Instead of dealing with his insomnia, Patton would stress clean, would obsess over every tiny detail and was just not capable of turning off for even a second. It wasn't uncommon on days like that to see Patton puttering around the mindscape, fixing things that didn't need fixing and straightening things that didn't need straightening—picking at every perceived flaw he came across.

Getting Patton to bed was potentially the hardest. He was always so worked up, so tense and so fixated that it was like dragging Logan away in the middle of hyperfocusing. Patton wouldn't fight them the way Virgil did but he just wouldn't take a single breath and it would take several hours of calming distractions and soft blankets to get him to drift away.

Thomas did not tend to be productive on those days. When Patton was as consumed by his thoughts as he was, Thomas couldn't concentrate in the slightest, instead, he tended to opt for rewatching old episodes of his favourite TV shows and steadily ignoring his growing piles of responsibilities with some form of detached concern. He knows he should be worried but quite honestly, he couldn't bring himself to feel much at all besides numb.

Patton would always apologise over and over in the wake of the incident but Thomas was always very kind in his responses, citing that it was probably time he took a rest day anyway.

Logan wasn't exactly sure what his own reaction was to being sleep deprived, not the way he was aware of the other sides. It wasn't something he'd had to pay all that much attention to, considering with the others he was always needed to help resolve the situation, however, with himself he clearly was not. There was one thing Logan was sure of, though.

Lack of sleep made Logan stupid.

It wasn't necessarily the nicest way to put it but he would be lying if he said he didn't think it was accurate.

When Logan was tired, he made mistakes—stupid mistakes, mistakes he couldn't really afford to make. They didn't always have real-world consequences, such as accidentally spreading Crofters onto his cell phone instead of his toast, but sometimes they did. Sometimes Logan calculated the risks incorrectly or gave Thomas faulty information and the guilt ate him up inside every single time. It wasn't as if he was doing it maliciously but that wasn't the point, the point was that Logan should be more careful. Exhaustion just made it harder for him to do that.

And one of the kinds of frivolous mistakes Logan tended to make in his fatigue was with his emotions.

Logan kept his emotions largely under lock and key, however, when he becomes tired they tend to get the best of him, generally presenting itself in some unwarranted and entirely uncalled for tears. His crying could be due to anything—it could be due to a change in schedule or a misplaced document or even a lack of milk—or it could be due to absolutely nothing at all. Logan hated it. He hated feeling out of control and he hated the pitying looks he received from the other sides as they tried to comfort him and make him sleep.

Because another mistake Logan made with his emotions when he was tired was his want for physical affection.

Logan was willing to indulge in physical contact for the sake of the other sides—for example, if Patton was sad and required a hug or to help Virgil stay calm and relaxed as he tried to get some sleep—but Logan did not need those things himself. He found them to be largely unnecessary and marginally uncomfortable—though he wouldn't tell the others that because he's still willing to suffer through it for their sakes.

Sleep-deprived Logan, however, never seemed to get the memo.

When Logan reached a certain point of exhaustion, he found himself craving the warmth of the other sides. Wanting soft hands threading through his hair and limbs tangled in with his, wanting to feel limitless and infinite in the darkness and yet so small in relation to the vast expanse of the universe. He wanted to go somewhere in the imagination where they could see the stars, to feel the wind brushing past his skin but feeling secure in the knowledge that he was safe and warm and loved wrapped up in the others’ arms.

Fatigue also made him maudlin, though he would not for the life of him admit it.

Logan descended the stairs, wincing somewhat as one of the steps creaked under his foot and pausing for a moment, waiting to receive confirmation that he hadn't awoken any of the other sides. Hearing nothing, Logan continued his journey, settling onto the living room floor with a quiet exhale. He glanced in the direction of the couches and hesitated as he noticed a glow coming from the television. Though the brightness was turned down quite considerably, the TV was unmistakably on.

Knowing that he was the last person to leave the commons that evening lead Logan to the conclusion that he was incorrect in his assumption that the other sides were all asleep in their rooms. All he could see on the couch, however, was a pile of blankets and cushions.

Possibly he had just forgotten to turn the TV off after he left. Or, maybe, one of the others had come down at some point during the evening before once again retiring to their rooms, and they had forgotten to turn it off. He had to admit that it didn't seem likely that he had left the TV on, though given his current state it may not be entirely out of the realm of possibility.

Logan took a seat next to the pile of blankets on the couch and after grabbing the remote from in between the couch cushions, changed the channel over to the Discovery Channel and turned the volume down low. It seemed to be some documentary on symbiotic animal relationships or something to that extent, and while Logan would normally be interested he was quite honestly too tired to really follow along.

There were a few minutes of Logan attempting to parse the images on the screen before he decided that a blanket would likely be conducive to falling asleep. He went to grab one off of the top of the pile—the red knitted one Roman tended to prefer. In this action, however, he uncovered a body.

And Logan, still too tired to process anything useful, fell off the couch.

His immediate assumption was that Virgil had murdered someone and tried to hide the body under every blanket and cushion he could find in the house. He quickly—though not as quickly as he would have liked—dismissed this as a nonsensical thought. Virgil was far too anxious to kill anyone. He entertained the idea of Roman having killed someone for a slightly longer moment before also rejecting the idea. Roman had morals, or something to that extent anyway, even if he was far more likely to think that hiding a body under a mound of blankets was a good strategy.

Finally, Logan realised that he’d been sitting on the floor for approximately 3 whole minutes and getting up to take a look at the body on the couch may be the most reasonable course of action. He shook his head with a sigh. He really was off today.

Rising to his feet, Logan peered at the figure on the couch. Though the person was primarily obscured by the mountain of blankets, he could see a glimpse of red and gold pyjama pants. They looked startlingly similar to Roman’s pair—a Christmas present from Patton that had since become his go-to—thus, Logan concluded either this person was dressed up in Roman’s clothes or it was Roman and he was inclined to believe the latter.

Logan removed a few more blankets from the pile in an attempt to validate his assumption and was greeted by brown hair, closed eyes and a soft expression. It was, indeed, Roman.

Now, Logan had a decision to make. Either he could turn the TV off, leave Roman to sleep and head back to his room where he would remain alone until the other sides woke up for breakfast…

Or he could wake Roman up.

He knew the desire was selfish but with Roman looking as peaceful as he was he couldn’t help but wish to join him in his cocoon. It looked so warm and Logan was so, so tired.

He only really considered it for a moment before giving in. With enough sacrificed Crofter’s and endured teasing, Roman would forgive him, and he was too exhausted to have any sense of self-control.

Logan placed his hand on Roman’s shoulder, rocking him back and forth in an attempt to wake him up without jarring him too much. As he was pulled from sleep, Roman made a sound similar to those "startup noises" that cats make when you first touch them, blinking open his eyes. Something about it was strangely endearing and Logan tried to ignore the way he felt his chest warm at the sight.

“Lo?” Roman mumbled, rubbing at his eyes sleepily, “What’re you doin’ up?”

“I was… unable to sleep.”

Logan shuffled his feet awkwardly, feeling a sense of embarrassment rush through him. Dear lord, this was utterly pathetic. What was he thinking? He had absolutely no need to awaken Roman, just because his skin felt so cold and he was so, so tired and he only wanted to be held and warm and loved-

Ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. Roman, at most, tolerated his presence and Logan was firmly overstepping his boundaries here.

Roman stared blankly for a few seconds. “Oh…”

“I apologise for waking you, Roman,” Logan said, attempting to rectify his obvious mistake, “I should go back to my room now.”

He made a motion to turn back towards the stairs, trying to fight the disappointment in his chest and the craving for warmth that was still gnawing at him but was interrupted by Roman putting out a hand to stop him. Roman shook his head a few times, blinking quickly as he tried to wake himself up a little bit more.

“No, no, wait. What is it?”

“I was just…” Logan cleared his throat, trying to steel himself for Roman’s possible reaction. “I was wondering if I could…”

He trailed off, gesturing vaguely to the mountain of blankets Roman was still encompassed in. Roman’s face broke into a small smile and he reached out to grab Logan’s hand, tugging it gently, just enough to prompt him to take a step forward.

“C’mere, nerd.” Roman’s voice was incredibly fond and Logan was slightly worried that he may start crying just from the sound of it.

Ducking his head, Logan climbed onto the couch near Roman, trying not to startle as Roman grabbed his arm and pulled him into the blankets beside him.

The blanket pile was incredibly warm and soft. Almost the second Logan landed, he could feel his heart rate decreasing—already infinitely calmer than he had been upstairs. He closed his eyes as he felt Roman wrap his arms around him, tears leaking out the corners of them without his permission.

Gods, this was so much better than being alone.

He could feel Roman pressed against him, warmth sinking to his core and melting away all of the stress and tension his body had been holding onto. A hand had sunk into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and giving him a pleasant sensation to focus on to calm his thoughts. He pressed in closer to Roman, burying his head in the crook of his neck as his body betrayed him and he just started to sob.

He hated this—he hated it because it was never his choice, just a constant build-up of emotions that expanded in his chest until it burst—but Roman felt safe. So maybe, just once, it was okay.

There was gentle shushing, whispered affirmations as Roman held Logan’s shaking frame as tight as he could and ran his hands lightly along his skin. He didn’t know how long they remained there—whether it was 5 minutes or an hour—but once Logan was able to catch his breath he choked out an apology. An apology that was quickly brushed off.

“You have nothing to apologise for, Lo,” Roman insisted, carding his hand through Logan’s hair and watching the other lean into it, “I want to help you. I know I haven’t always been… the best, when it comes to dealing with you but… I just need you to know that though I may argue with Logic, that doesn’t mean I’m arguing with Logan.”

Logan untucked his head from Roman’s shoulder, bringing his gaze up to give him a confused look.

“We are the same person, Roman.”

Roman screwed up his face for a moment. “No, no, I mean… just because we argue doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you, you know? We, by definition, are always going to have differing opinions but even though I'm bad at admitting it, I do recognise your things are important too. I’m just stubborn. And despite our disagreements, I do enjoy having you around, Logan.”

“Oh.”

Logan blinked, processing that for a moment.

It wasn’t as if he’d thought Roman hated him; he didn’t believe any of the sides truly hated each other (except potentially Virgil and Deceit, though even that, he theorised, was born from a place of caring too much). Simply, Logan had felt as if Roman put up with him mostly out of necessity. As Roman had stated, Logic was crucial—despite how little he liked to admit it—and, of course, it would be unwise to disregard Logan completely. Roman’s admission was certainly… unexpected.

“Well… you too, Roman,” Logan replied softly.

Roman’s eyebrows shot up, face vulnerable and uncertain. “Really?”

“Of course.”

There was something about being here—enclosed in Roman’s arms so late in the night, the only illumination of their forms coming from the TV behind him, the air almost silent—that made Logan feel as if the consequences of being open may not be as bad as he feared.

So, instead of ending his statement there, Logan pushed on.

“I don’t… understand a lot of the things you consider to be important. I don’t understand fantasy or metaphors or how to please people. If I was left in sole control of writing the scripts for Thomas’s content, though the final product would be educational and factually accurate, it would be… boring. I am boring, I know this. I just… I don’t appreciate having to rely on other people—and I don’t like not understanding things—and more often than not, I take that frustration out on you. That is unfair of me.”

Roman chuckled, low and quiet, and it felt like an acknowledgement of all the mistakes they’d made and all of the mistakes they would no doubt continue to make. “I suppose we both have things to work on, then.”

In response, Logan simply hummed. He felt drowsy and content, reassured that despite what he may have thought, everything between them was okay. They lay there for a while more, Logan teetering on the edge of unconsciousness before Roman spoke again, breaking the silence between them.

“You aren’t boring though, you know that, right?”

Logan made a questioning sound, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“I mean, you get so excited about space that you wave your hands around as you explain things and you have such strong opinions about the smallest of things and you’re stubborn and quick-tempered and absolutely brilliant.” At that declaration, Logan did open his eyes, seeing Roman looking down at him with a shy smile on his face. “You could never be boring, Logan. Not really.”

“Thank you.” It was a whispered response, tired and grateful, but Roman heard it nonetheless.

Logan moved a hand up in front of his face to stifle a yawn and he saw Roman grin, drawing Logan closer into his chest. “Sleep now, nerd. You can talk about how much you love and adore me in the morning.”

“You are incorrigible,” Logan replied but his tone was teasing rather than cruel.

In response, Roman gave a breathy laugh. Evidently, he decided it wasn’t worth it to argue, instead, reaching to grab one of the blankets and tugging it over their bodies. He clicked off the TV, tossing the remote onto the couch away from them.

“Goodnight, Lo,” Roman said, voice barely more than an exhale.

Logan mumbled a vague response, feeling himself relax completely once again, his eyes falling shut and breathing steadying out. Rather than circling, planning and plotting a hundred different scenarios for tomorrow or solutions to problems that don’t even exist yet, Logan’s thoughts were quiet. All of his focus was on the heat of Roman’s body and the darkness covering them both like a blanket.

And, after just a few short moments—Logan feeling safe and warm, wrapped up in Roman’s arms—Logan finally fell asleep.

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Haunted.

Destroyer! Chris x Reader.

Requested by Anon.

Themes: SMUT, slight Non/Con elements, language, ANGST

You heard knocking against the wooden door of your little, cozy apartment, and you knew immediately that it was him.

Chris.

A weird, yet familiar knot formed in your gut. It wasn’t fear, it was … melancholy. You liked him.

You liked him a lot, ever since the first time you saw him – with his perfect beard, and slightly shaved head, and his tattoos and his rings; and his attitude.

Everything about him screamed danger – and it pulled you in even more.

Prior to meeting him, you had never thought that you could fall for guys like him. Guys who were so reckless yet so magnetic.

But there was something about him; something you noticed the first time you both had sex. He was scared of commitment. He was scared of getting attached.

Although he made it very clear that whatever ‘relationship’ you both had was supposed to be strictly physical – you couldn’t help but fall for him. Hard.

And it hurt. Because every time, after fucking you into oblivion countless amounts of time, he’d always make up some excuse and leave.

He never stayed, never wanted to stay. And he told you that, but you were still foolishly falling for him.

He knocked again, and you nervously secured your fluffy dark red towel around your chest and proceeded to open the door.

You were freshly out of the shower when you heard knocking, and didn’t have time to put proper clothes on. Then again, that would’ve been useless because he would end up tearing your outfit anyway.

He did that often, and so far, Chris had ruin 5 shirts, and 7 underwear of yours.

You could say that he was a bit more rough and passionate that your regular lover.

Droplets of warm water dripped from your body and fell carelessly onto the flooring as you made your way to your front door.

You unlocked it, grabbed the cold, metal knob and opened the door to reveal a very handsome, devilishly handsome man.

Chris.

He had a dark jacket on, and the very evident blue in his eyes made you feel a certain way. He slowly licked his lips as he eyed you up and down.

You weren’t ashamed, or shy. He had seen you naked so, so many times now. You were, however, concerned with the fact that whenever he looked at you, there was only lust in his eyes.

He said he liked you on so many occasions, but you know he never meant it. Men like him don’t fall for girls like you.

No.

Instead, they use you. And you let them, because you crave their touch.

Without exchanging any greeting, he allowed himself in. And you obediently shifted to the side to let him in.

He walked into your living room, and dropped his duffle bag to the floor. You locked the door, sighed and walked towards him.

“What took you so long to open the door, baby? You know I hate waiting,” he plopped on your couch and pulled you onto his lap.

Instinctively, you straddled his thighs and let go of your hold onto the towel – allowing it to leisurely fall apart and reveal your bare body to him. The towel bunched around your waist, yet it didn’t stay put for long as Chris’ eager hands removed it and threw somewhere on the floor behind you.

He liked you better naked, which was for sure. He had mentioned it once, when he stumbled into your apartment one night; drunk and barely able to keep it together.

Your hair was slightly wet, tied up in a really messy bun. You had absolutely no makeup on, yet the remnants of your day’s mascara stained around your eyes a little bit; since you didn’t get the chance to wipe it away properly. Your skin was still damp, and you were sure that you didn’t look very appealing, but something about the way he looked at you made you feel … dangerous.

It was nice to feel sexually, undoubtedly, desired by a man of his caliber.

“I was taking a shower, sorry,” you replied faintly.

Your hands moved upwards to cup his face. His beard felt scratchy but you liked it. His blue eyes stared up at you, twinkling in the dim light of the evening. He was beautiful.

“Had a long day today, and I thought my favorite girl would help me unwind,” he whispered as his hands cupped your ass cheeks and pushed you further into him.

You nodded eagerly, quietly noting the hint of alcohol in his breath.

It was always like this, he’d finish his day, then hang around the pub – drink a little, flirt with the women who tried to get with him. Then, somehow, he’d find his way to your apartment – where he knew you’d welcome him with open arms no matter what.

You were someone he could rely on; something he used for his own benefit. And you never complained.

Before you knew, you were under him on your bed. His body hovered above yours, your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

His lips on yours, bread scratching your skin as you relished his taste on your mouth. His mouth moved feverishly against yours – bringing you on the edge just by slipping his tongue past your lips.

“You’re mine, babygirl. All mine,” he’d whisper as he kissed his way down your damp body. Shivers ran down your body at his words.

He spread apart your legs with ease, and settled in between them – his face dangerously close to your dripping heat.

Without warning, his tongue slipped in between your folds and his hands locked around your thighs, refraining you from moving away from his sweet assault.

His tongue traced imaginary circles around your swollen clit and every time he did so, your body shook as moans escaped your mouth uncontrollably.

Your arousal coated his lips and dripped down his beard.

You’d moan his name, over and over again as his mouth brought you closer and closer to your release. He had a way of making you cum hard using only his mouth.

And even after you did, he wouldn’t stop. He’d only moved his mouth against your throbbing, sensitive spot even more relentlessly.

And this could go on for quite some time.

He’d take you in every way. Had you coming all over the place; around his fingers and his thick cock multiple times.

Then as usual, as soon as he was done, he’d leave.

He’d get dressed and leave you alone, sore and cold on your bed and he’d just walk out of the door.

Only to come back the next day. And the next. And the next after that.

---

You cried when you woke up every morning. You cried because you knew that no matter how he treated you, you’d still love him just the same. And that wasn’t healthy.

Chris came by again, some nights later. This time, drenched by the rain that caught him.

“I need a warm shower now. Care to join me, baby?” he asked, removing his clothes and dropping them on the floor of your bedroom.

Resist.

“I’m good actually, I showered like an hour ago,” you replied, avoiding his piercing blue eyes.

He narrowed his eyes at you, then proceeded to enter your bathroom anyways.

Meanwhile, you mentally prepared a speech for him. One which consisted of you telling him that you could no longer be his fuck toy. His booty call. Nothing.

Truth is, it was hurting you.

15 minutes later, he was out of the shower with only a white towel wrapped around his lower region. It hung low on his lean waist and his muscular arms and chest were on full display. Not an ounce of shame was on his face as he walked towards you, grabbed you by the waist and dipped his head into the crook of your neck – placing innocent kisses on your skin.

His warm, wet skin pressed against your body and his body heat was all you could focus on.

“Chris, I-,”

He shushed you by placing the palm of his hand against your mouth. He guided you backwards until your back hit the wall, right beside the bed.

“Something’s changed. I can feel it. What is it?” he asked, nibbling the skin under your jaw.

Your removed his hand from your mouth forcefully; an action which caught his attention. And you could tell he didn’t like it.

“I don’t want this anymore. We- I don’t wanna be your fuck toy. You walk in here like you own the place, like you own me. Then you leave without even caring for a brief second. I’m done, now. I need something more stable, more comforting. I can’t do this anymore,” you finished and the look in his face indicated that he wasn’t loving your rebellion.

“Is that so?” he asked, guiding his hands to grab your ass. He pressed his body into you even more, and you could feel his growing bulge. You whimpered.

You nodded faintly. You knew he was not leaving any time soon, especially not right now. So, you braced yourself for whatever he planned for you.

“Well you don’t get to decide when we’re done or not. You belong to me, and I will use you like I own you. Because I do,” he spoke in a sinister tone.

His words scared you, but excited you at the same time

Without missing another seconds, he ripped your extra-large, white shirt off your body – which was the only article of clothing you were wearing at the moment.

Your now ruined, large white shirt fell to the ground soundlessly; just like your protests – unheard of.

One of Chris’ hands wrapped around your throat, while the other one cupped your heat. Slowly, he rubbed his two fingers in between your folds, smearing the wetness around.

You whimpered; in pleasure and defeat.

He knew your body; he knew what got you going. He definitely knew how to make you surrender.

“You don’t sound like you want me to stop, baby, do you?” he asked. Mocking you as he dragged moans after moans out of your mouth just by using his fingers.

Your moans got higher, and higher and just when you were able to let go; Chris removed his hand from your now glistening core.

Your eyes flew open as you stared at him in disbelief; lips parted as your breathing got more and more rapid.

His hand at your throat tightened just the slightest bit – showing you the degree of control he had over your body and your mind.

You could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ear.

“Bed. Now,” he ordered and released you.

You dragged your bare body onto your bed and waited for him. He was right behind you, watching your every movement – deciding how to punish you for even having the thought of ending what you had with him.

He pushed you until you laid flat on the bed, he discarded the towel he had around him and climbed on top of you.

His head dipped and he took of your nipples in between his teeth, his beard brushing against your skin in the process.

Your back arched off the bed, pushing yourself further into his mouth. He hummed in appreciation and you felt his cock, stiff against your inner thigh.

He swirled his tongue over your nipple a couple of times, before releasing it and focusing on the other one.

You were far from quiet while he was at it. Your mewls and moans encouraged him, and caused his blood to rush to his lower abdomen even faster. The lust coursed in his veins as he looked at your through his lashes; your face had a pleasurable frown upon it and your mouth was partly opened. Your hands cradled his head as he grazed your sensitive bud with his teeth.

He lifted off of you for a brief second, asking you to turn around.

You did.

You always did whatever he asked you to.

Your ass was in the air, and soon his hand came down to smack it. It burned.

You felt his knuckles against your wet folds right after the spank, he dragged his hand up and down your heat lazily – making you whimper and shiver in the process.

You buried your face into the pillow as you tried not to moan out loud to give him the satisfaction he wanted.

“Mine. Fucking mine, and you dare tell me that I can’t fuck you anymore? You’re wrong baby,” he whispered as he brushed his lips up your spine, his torso pressed against your back – pushing you into the bed.

You could feel his erection against your ass.

“Chris… please. I don’t- fuck!” you exclaimed as he suddenly lifted your hips and stroked your entrance with the tip of his cock.

The friction was causing you to lose your mind.

“You were saying?” he mocked again, pushing his member into you inch by inch – allowing you to feel all of him.

Unable to form words, you could only moan as response.

He filled you completely, his hand slipping under you to grab your breast as he slowly started rocking in and out of you.

His cock stretched your hole – which was painful at first, but you grew accustomed to it pretty quickly like you did every time he was over.

“Chris, I- oh fuck!” you could barely form a coherent sentence as he moved rhythmically against you; your body moving along with his as he sped up into you.

He claimed you with a hunger.

You felt the pressure forming in between your hips soon, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer with the pace he adopted.

He felt it too, as your walls clenched around him perfectly.

“Come on, baby, cum for me,” he let out through a ragged breath.

You obeyed. Like you always did.

The only difference is, usually, right after you came; he would too. But this time, he didn’t.

He kept pounding into you as you rode the waves of euphoria – moaning his name in the process.

He fucked you relentlessly.

“Chris- I-,”

Your words cut short as he soon dragged another orgasm out of you. Your body was shaking, writhing under him – and he liked it.

He liked the control he had over you.

Your legs felt numb, the pressure in between your hips became unbearable as you came for the second time. Your clit throbbed.

Chris pulled out of you, for a brief moment.

He turned you back around and slipped his member into you yet again. You held on to his strong arms for support as his kept rocking into you at a fast pace.

His thick member sank mercilessly into you; over and over again.

Your thoughts were a mess. You came so hard the second time that you were barely able to form any proper thoughts. All you could focus on was him, and what his body did to you.

Chris mouth found your neck and he left bruises along the way; quickly finding your sweet spot and assaulting the skin.

Your nails dug into his skin, and he groaned ferociously and sped up into you even more. You were ashamed to admit that you could feel another orgasm forming.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you heard Chris curse as he felt your walls clenching around him for the third time in a row.

Your back arched off the bed again as you came around him and a series of cuss words left your mouth. Your heart going crazy inside your chest, tears rolling down your face – you were a complete mess.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his cock still erected inside of you.

You were out of breath as you opened your eyes to stare into his blue orbs.

His roughly grabbed your jaw and placed his mouth on yours again. Lips moving against yours sinfully, his tongue slipped inside and he toyed with yours.

He removed his mouth from yours and stared into your eyes again.

Without any word said, he started rocking into you again. Slowly, then gradually building up his pace – he moved in and out of you like he owned you.

The tears fell again, sliding down your cheeks as you shamefully felt the pressure forming yet again.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was all you could focus on as he fucked you into oblivion.

You needed him to stop, but you didn’t want him to at the same time.

“Chris… please, I-“

Overstimulated, you couldn’t word your thoughts properly. Your tears flowed down your cheeks constantly, not out of physical pain but because your heart was aching.

You knew that once this was over, he would walk out of your apartment without even sparing you a second glance. He wouldn’t care.

He didn’t love you.

He didn’t love you like you loved him.

Finally, Chris came with a grunt; biting down at your shoulder as he did so.

He collapsed on top of you, his body weight pressing against you. Your arms involuntarily wrapped around his shoulders as you cried. Bitterly.

Not only were you physically exhausted, but your heart was tired too.

You held on to him as you let the tears fall, and the sobs shook your worn-out body. You could hear his heavy breathing against your ear.

“You hurt me,” you sobbed and noticed that his body tensed up. He supported himself up using his elbows – placed on either side of you.

His blue eyes stared down at you.

His cum, mixed with yours was still trickling out of you as you cried.

You were a real mess; falling apart at his hands.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he spoke, still trying his best to catch his breath.

Your eyelids started getting heavier with each passing second, and Chris noticed.

“Go to sleep, baby. You need it,” he finished by placing a kiss on your forehead.

It was an unfamiliar gesture, yet you couldn’t think upon it too much because as soon as those words left his mouth, you were already drifting away to a much needed slumber.

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Chris knew he hurt you.

He was aware that he was using you as a means for release. It was selfish of him, he knew. Yet, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t refrain himself from wanting you – all the time.

He got out of your bed, and got dressed. He watched you as you slept; snuggling up to your blanket. A sad smile made its way on his face.

“I’m sorry, babygirl. But I can’t stay. I hope you understand,” he spoke to your sleeping figure.

He could see the marks he left on your skin; dark red and almost purple-ish.

They would stay, most definitely. But he wouldn’t.

“I’m moving away for work, baby. Don’t really know when I’ll be back. Hopefully you’re still here when I do. Take care,” he approached your body, grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles as he whispered the words against your skin.

He stepped away from your bed, adjusted your baby blue blanket over your sleeping body so you wouldn’t get cold during the night and finally made his way out of your room.

He turned around one last time before closing the door on his way out.

Another faint, sad smile formed on his face.

He crossed your living room, and finally walked out – of your apartment, and your life as well.

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Waking up the next morning was as heartbreaking as any other day. You sat up in the middle of your bed, looked down at your bare body and saw the marks he left on you.

Bruises along your thighs, bites along your collar bones and you were sure your neck was stained by him as well.

You had gotten used to waking up with him being long gone. Yet, today was different.

Along with his absence, there was something else that you sensed in the air.

Maybe a sense of… finality?

Either way, whether he came back or not – you knew memories of the time spent with him were to haunt you for a long while.

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 4 years

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Hi 👋🏻 I hope you're doing okay and staying save with everything that is happening in the world right now. how are you coping with it? and if you don't mind answering I'm interested to know if this update didn't happen what would you wanted she li and mo backstory to be? I've seen your post that you didn't expect that, so I'm quite interested to know what you would have wanted it to be or what would you add to it 😊

Hello, dear anastasia-blue-april!

The world has definitely changed a lot in a short amount of time, but I’m coping pretty well. I had a little moment of panic in the beginning but it passed as I think the overall situation calmed down. Social distancing itself isn’t a problem for me, so all is relatively well. I do a weekly supply run and take good care of hygiene.

I hope people are following the instructions to take care of themselves and those around them. The important thing is to remain calm and patient. Everyone is having to put up with various inconveniences right now, but we will surely get through this!

Thank you for your concern, and I hope you’ll stay safe, too!

“what you would have wanted it to be”

The latest update of how SL and MGS met seemed to divide the readers. Some were happy with it while others were disappointed. The fandom had been waiting for this revelation for quite a long time, so a lot of different theories had been put together and expectations were high. Personally, I’m hovering somewhere between the two ends of the line but leaning more towards “disappointed”. There were things that I loved and found interesting in the chapter, but as you said, it wasn’t what I had expected. Now, I can roll with this version of how it all went down but overall, it left a bit of a “...wait, that’s it?” aftertaste in my mouth.

I have talked about my thoughts regarding MGS and SL’s past a couple of times by now:

Overall thoughts about their relationship

Development and what might have happened in the past

What might have happened (vol. 2)

My “main” theory of how SL and MGS were acquainted and how MGS ended up owing SL has pretty much always been connected to how MGS was treated as a child by other kids (ch. 242):

His father was in jail which automatically made him a criminal in other’s eyes. MGS was a son of a criminal, so surely he must be a bad kid, too. If something happened or went missing, it was easy for people to think that the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. Of course, a child doesn’t know how to handle that kind of situation. When they’re wrongly accused of something they lash out. It’s not unheard of if they even attack other kids physically which is what seemed to happen in MGS’s case. Not only was he made guilty based on prejudice but he also felt very sensitive about his family and father.

Unfortunately, that kind of reaction only made things worse for him. Lashing out and getting violent confirmed people’s prejudices after which it’s that much more difficult to turn things around. No one was listening to MGS, and all they saw were his (re)actions. He was seen as a problem child with whom you shouldn’t associate and who wouldn’t amount to anything respectable.

That’s where I imagined SL coming along in some way. My main idea was that SL was running his own group and took notice of MGS who liked to keep to himself. MGS was ostracised by others, and being discriminated against had planted the first seeds of bitterness and anger already in him. I thought SL would have picked up on that and taken advantage of his emotions. He would have offered MGS a place in his gang which had given him at least some kind of group to belong to. I don’t think it’s a far-fetched idea at all that a kid who’s being pushed out and rejected by the “good” will be picked up by the “bad”.

Of course, yet again, that would have been another step in the wrong direction. Associating with people like SL would have worsened MGS’s image and reputation in other’s eyes even further. Juvenile gangs aren’t also the ideal environment to better one’s image of themselves. I could have imagined how being involved in a gang life had stoked and fed MGS’s negative image of himself and self-esteem. He wasn’t a criminal or a bad kid by any means, but when you hear those kinds of things about yourself for long enough, you start to believe that’s what you’re good for. It wouldn’t have been difficult for SL to tip MGS over in that sense and tie him to his gang by his own volution.

Joining SL would have also made MGS owe him on a level that was pretty deep. Being picked up by someone and given a community of sorts to belong to is one of hell of a debt that’s not easily paid back, if ever. That’s not just doing someone a favor but rather you’re a part of something from that point on. And I imagined the way SL saw it, the only way MGS could have ever repaid him was his absolute loyalty. Anything short of that SL would consider not enough and betraying him after SL had “saved” him.

Another theory of mine that I thought could be interesting albeit perhaps less possible was about them meeting as kids before middle school. Maybe MGS and SL had started out as somewhat friends. Maybe as a child, SL had been seen as an odd weirdo by other kids, and MGS had been the one who befriended him one way or another. Maybe he would have seen SL being treated like he was and decided to stand up for him or reach out for him.

But in a lot of ways, SL was already heading in the wrong direction. It seemed like his home life was quite miserable. He also struck me as a kid who’s very peculiar but in a creepy way. Maybe his quietness and stare made other kids uncomfortable. Maybe he had violent tendencies that seemed...disturbed. I have always also had this idea that even as a child, SL’s mind just worked...differently. Maybe his sense of right and wrong was a bit warped even back then, and no matter how good of a friend MGS had been for him, he couldn’t have prevented how SL ended up. Admittedly, the whole “you owe me” and “I saved you” would have been a challenge to work into all of that, but I think it would have been interesting and given their relationship and SL’s character even more complexity.

“or what would you add to it”

As we all know, nothing that I had been thinking ended up happening. Well, I guess it’s still too early to say “nothing” since most of how their relationship progressed after SL saved MGS is still hidden from us. Maybe there will be something about how being in a gang at such a young age molded MGS as a person. But I would say most of what I had had in mind didn’t happen.

None of that is, of course, to say there wasn’t anything in the chapter that I liked. I was disappointed by the origin of “I saved you”/”you owe me” but I found MGS’s guilt very interesting. I still haven’t completely wrapped my head around it but I think carrying that kind of burden all this time definitely added an interesting layer to his character. And of course, as a MGS enthusiast, I’m always down for some of that! It broke my heart how that incident had been weighing on him so heavily and how he had been carrying it by himself. The overall themes of guilt, confession, and atonement/absolution are very interesting to me. I’m excited to see how things will progress for MGS from now on.

It’s difficult to say what I would add or change about the chapter if I could. If I couldn’t have any version of what I had thought their backstory was, I think I would change the origin of MGS’s guilt. I don’t know if I’m the only one but the deal with the homeless man and mentions of the accident left me confused. It also didn’t help that different versions of translations seemed somewhat inconsistent. It remained a bit unclear to me what were all the things MGS was feeling so guilty about exactly. I can recognize the overall “why” but details were left a bit hazy.

Either way, I would most definitely keep the idea of MGS having this crushing feeling of guilt, but maybe its origin could have been different? I had this idea that maybe MGS had accidentally done something that would have gotten him in trouble. He hadn’t meant it and it maybe hadn’t completely been his fault. Maybe it could have been one of those cases in which he would have easily come across as the responsible one. And given his situation, no one would have probably believed him anyway. Maybe it could have been something that - if found out - would have worsened MGS’s situation regarding the prejudice considerably and required his mother to get involved. Maybe MGS could have felt like he didn’t want to burden her and that whatever had happened had been his fault. Maybe he was alone in the situation and didn’t know what to do.

And that’s where SL would have stepped in. MGS would have known of SL, him being a transfer student, and his reputation but not really more than that. SL would have happened on the scene of MGS being scared and panicked and thinking he was going to be found guilty of something bad he hadn’t meant to do. Maybe SL had suggested he took the fault for MGS or “made it all go away”. He could have said it was no big deal for him and MGS could join his group since he seemed to be alone anyway. Or something along those lines. Maybe later if MGS tried to oppose SL’s orders, SL would remind him of the favor he had done and threaten to reveal who the real guilty one was.

Maybe the chapter could have still been about the homeless guy attacking MGS and him doing something in panicked-hazed self-defense that ultimately resulted in the man being knocked out or somehow injured. And that’s when he spots SL watching them...

But this chapter is what OX decided to go with, and I can live with that. It was a plot revelation that ended up becoming one of my least favorite ones, but either way, I’m happy we finally got to see this part of MGS and SL’s history. Given the pacing of 19 Days, that in and of itself is a small victory that I’m grateful for. I’m also happy about what a big development point this marked for MGS’s character and Tianshan.

Thank you for your question, dear anastasia-blue-april!

#19 days #mo guan shan #she li #answered ask

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(Bederia) Unplanned Confessions 1

This was absolutely ridiculous. Unheard of. Unbelievable. Utterly unthinkable. And yet here he was. Standing in the middle of Lake of Outrage. Watching in baffled daze as the women a few steps away worked and moved her way to the set up her—their—camp. Well, to be precise, she was technically setting up her camp. His own tent was still tucked inside his backpack while hers had been neatly arranged and formed in one of the open fields. All 6 of her Pokémon were out from the moment he arrived, all either hopping or running or even sparring with one another like a bunch of baby Pokémon. Dangerous baby Pokémon, he corrected as he spotted the fearsome Hydreigon spouting Dragon Rage at an enthusiastic Cinderace. “Bede!” Her name was a bell that cleared away the clouds in his mind. Violet eyes were lost in a sea of crimson that shined between a pair of glasses. Quickly he regained his senses. Though years of rivalry and friendship enabled them to get comfortable with each other, the Gym Leader still felt on guard when it comes to her and her specifically. Well, both her and that unruly best friend of hers. But Bede knew Gloria’s case was a much more…delicate matters of the heart.

Ugh. Slowly sucking in a breath, he walked towards her. At every step, he could feel the excitement of his Pokémon from inside their balls. It seems that he wasn’t the only one who formed such a friendship with the Champion. “Gloria.” He stopped in front of her. His height hovered tall and proud before her, but not once did Gloria ever feel threatened by his presence. What he found as offensive before, now he thought of it as sheer relief. Crimson eyes looked up at the Fairy-specialist. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Excitement bubbled all too obviously, yet Gloria toned down her glee in fear that she might make a fool of herself. Merely flashing a smile next, the young woman continued to focus on her camp. Why was he here? Right, he grumbled inwardly, you know damn why, you stupid mind. --- It was a few days back. They had their daily spars with the other gym leaders. Gloria as usual stomped each match despite using the exact same team she had been using since the first day she was crowned Champion. Many leaders thought they had the upper-hand for learning and studying her battle tactics and her Pokémon’s battle techniques. But no matter the research, the outcome would always vary with the only thing being the same is her victory. But what he thought was a normal day immediately burned to the ground when he bumped into her in the prep room. She was sweaty and hot—figuratively—when he saw her. The Champion outfit stuck close to her body, absolutely complimenting every curve and taut muscle a 20-year old would achieve from rigorous trainings. The dark hair was in slight disarray, still short as she liked it, and Gloria heaved a heavy sigh as she raked through the black strands backwards. Bede felt pathetic to feel breathless on the spot. Once their eyes met, he remembered flinching. He also remembered her asking how his day was. His answer was curt, simple. Though challenging, his eye contact was sorely focused on her mesmerizing irises rather than the supple curve of her breasts. How demeaning, he chastised himself, for ogling at her body like some sick freak. It was then that remembered saying something that sounded like a dumfounded, “Yes?” And this caused Gloria to chime in both nerves and excitement when she continued with, “Great! I’ll see you there!” --- And now…here he was. He was an idiot. A fucking idiot. Opal would never forgive him for raising such a dumb, idiotic pervert. Stop! He shook his head. He was not dumb! He was not an idiot! And he definitely was not a pervert! Bede knew better than to treat humans like tools or trash. As bitter as he was when he was a teenager, at least the Gym Leader was thankful to have some morals embedded into him. And yet… The memory of her body sent shivers down his spine. “Bede! Come on! I need help!” “Arceus save me…” He really needed to make it up and apologized to Gloria somehow without offending her in the process. --- He was here! He was here! She couldn’t believe he accepted her invitation! Granted, it was a long shot. Gloria was more than ready to suck it up and wallow in Lake of Outrage if she ever got rejected. She was at lost on how to make it subtle and obvious about her feelings for him. Tea time? They always had that twice every month. Sparring sessions? Had that nearly every week. Gym Battle season? Arceus forbids if she ever had time for herself at all. Ever since he took the official status as Ballonlea’s gym leader 3 years back, Gloria was a bit…iffy that she couldn’t spend time with him other than battling or Pokémon context. The last time they ever had time alone together was when they celebrated his victory for holding the mantle as the 8th and final gym leader last year. He was getting stronger. And prettier. And it sucked that their raging popularity disabled them from having a normal outing whatsoever that involved them and only them. It was easy hanging out with Hop since the young man now studied and worked in Wedgehurst. Hell, it was even easier hanging out with Marnie since the woman lived in the growingly popular Spikemouth. Despite the fact that Bede lived in peaceful Ballonlea, only an idiot would just rush to his front door and blatantly go, “Hey! I like you! Wanna hang out and do nothing since I feel comfortable around you?” She was a moron. A lucky moron, though. Building up all the courage she collected since last week, Gloria finally blurted out her camping plans this weekend and finally—with a rapid heartbeat—asked him if he would like to join her little camping trip. Alone. With her. Now that she thought about it, anyone would take it as a joke, especially from the snarkiest person in Galar. Never thought he would accept it, much to her pleasant surprise. Now here she was, crouching in front of a bunch of stacked logs, staring at the wood like a dumb Wobbuffet. What do I do? What do I do? Clearly, she didn’t think this through. She may have had two days to prepare herself, physically and mentally, but overestimation clearly played her hard when the target of her affection actually showed up. Bulk up, Gloria! She scolded herself, palms giving a few slaps before mouth huffing out air. “Okay.” She talked to herself. To the logs. “I can do this. Just…hang out. Talk to him. Have a nice camping trip with him and hopefully…hopefully…” A gulp slid down her throat. “I can get a chance to confess to him.” --- Easier said than done. Luckily, they were so used to each other’s silence that he managed to prop up his tent with ease. The noises from their Pokémon were quite helpful too. The moment Bede released his team, Gloria’s Pokémon greeted them with such loud—very loud—exuberance. Her Cinderace started hopping and bouncing in glee in front of his Hatterene, seconds before Gloria’s own Hatterene butted in and snarled in what he assumed was jealousy at his own surprised starter. His Mawile could be seen playing tag with his Sylveon and Gloria’s Corviknight and Hydreigon. A Toxtricity—Gaara, he remembered her calling him—was seen talking to his Gardevoir who looked like she actually enjoyed his company. Violet eyes turned to the very Champion, now accompanied by her Runerigus who was stirring whatever was in the boiling pot. A smile unwarily curled the corners of his mouth. If he didn’t know any better, it looked as if he was a husband fawning over his wife and lively child— Stop. Immediately and quickly he shook his head, which he then groaned in regret at the sudden dizziness that he conjured up by accident. --- “Hey Gloria.” She looked to his side, head tilted slightly to match his height. “Yeah?” Swallowing once, she took another bite of her apple curry. The two sat on the grassy field, observing the very wonderful view of Hammerlocke. The edge of Lake of Outrage was dangerously high. One wrong step and it could be the end for any human or Pokémon. While the two trainers knew there was a huge ocean that blanketed underneath the cliff, none wouldn’t dare to try out the theory on whether or not anyone could survive from such a scary impact. Besides that, the view was spectacular, though. “I’ve been meaning to ask.” Gulp! Oh shoot, here comes her nervousness. But alas, a sigh of relief silently peeped between pursed lips when he continued, “Why did you choose to camp out at Lake of Outrage?” “Oh?” She swallowed again. Phew… “Well, for starters, I really like the view. Hammerlocke at night is so breath-taking at night.” She was thankful to have found out that little information by accident during one of her campouts. He chuckled. “You said ‘at night’ twice.” Pink dusted her cheeks. “Well, you know what I mean!” Lower lip jutted at the little tease. Pushing her glasses properly back to the bridge of her nose, Gloria harrumphed lightly and continued her meal. Cute. Unbeknownst to her, her actions right now was a strike to his heart. Calm down, me! “True.” He shrugged once, then tore his gaze away—hesitantly—to bask on the view before them. “But isn’t this place crawling with powerful Pokémon? I’m not judging your team’s strength or anything. But it seems like hardly a place for any trainer to think, ‘Hey, what a great place to camp out and hopefully not get mauled by a wild Pokémon!’” He peeked once he heard a grunt. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?” She jutted her tongue—by Arceus, she was killing him—and brushed away the bangs that hovered across her forehead. “Besides—” ‘Woohoo! I got another one!’ ‘No fair! Best two outta three!’ The Gym Leader jumped at the Pok��mon’s exuberant cheer, while Gloria herself only giggled in amusement. Quickly they turned around, only to see a happy Cinderace hopping above a pile of fainted wild Pangoros and Skuntanks. What the ever-loving hell? Bede remained in stupor when he saw the Champion’s Toxtricity crossing his arms in distaste—all the while standing in front of a pile of fainted wild Grimmsnarls and Pangoros himself. Ah. Like an idiot he stared, merely gaped even as the two chaotic Pokémon spread out back in the field for their little game. Looks like his question was answered. --- “Thank you so much for bringing the desserts!” Cheeks warmed in pink at the succulent taste on her tongue. “Please tell Ms Opal that they’re divine!” She could still taste the cream in her mouth. It was a pity that there weren’t any left, but Gloria was more than happy to see her team enjoying the treats just the same. Hell, she even had to break the fight between Starlight and Gaara for the last cupcake. It was a shame that Ares beat them to it. Oh well, the Cinderace asked for it as he ended up being chased by both Hatterene and Toxtricity. Pride swelled up to hear endless compliments from the woman. In truth, he actually baked all the cupcakes. While it was true that the desserts were Ms Opal’s recipe, he did most of the shopping and baking in order to impress her. How could he ever forget Ms Opal’s knowing smirk as he said he wanted to bake the treats for their campout. Arceus, if the oven ran out of heat to burn the cupcakes at that time, Bede knew the blush in his face would be enough to suffice. Would he tell her that he baked them? No. As much as he craved for her compliments to rain down upon him, Bede figured it would be nice to let Ms Opal get the spotlight. He knew the old woman would spill the beans anyways when Gloria paid her next visit to Ballonlea. “I’ll tell her that.” For now, the sight of her smile was sweet enough. --- Night time finally blanketed the sky above. True to her word, Hammerlocke truly provided such a breath-taking view once the sun was out. Thankfully, it didn’t rain. The moon was a crescent gleam tonight, so this allowed the stars to shine and sparkle their magnificence for the world to see. “Man…” When he was a teenager, Bede was never one to look up at the stars. He was so used to looking down. To looking at his own feet. And when he did look up, the poor boy only saw broken rooftops or monstrously tall buildings. He was never one to admire nature. It was only that he lived in Ballonlea that Bede sometimes cherished the peaceful moments under the soft, soothing glow of the mystical town. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Violet eyes turned to the lady next to him. The hair was in its usual disarray, despite having it combed backwards many times after her bath in the lake. The pyjama she wore was…cute and elegant to say the least. Red and black never strayed as her choice of fashion. A splash of red here and a swirl of black there made the attire to look somewhat…passionate. If not for the fact that a cute Cinderace icon was stitched on its back, Bede would definitely find her alluring. … ……… Okay. He lied. She’s alluring still even in those damn Cinderace jammies. Her eyes never strayed from the blanket of beauty. The glasses shined faintly under the lovely glow. It only intensified the colour of red iris. It only allowed him to be enraptured by such fiery elegance. “Yeah…” he mumbled softly. “Beautiful…” Before she could look at him and ask about anything else, Bede quickly brought his gaze back to the stars. --- “Well,” She stretched, “it’s getting way dark. I think it’s high-time we call it a night.” Palms pressed together and placed under her chin, Gloria looked at the silent man. Bede talked a lot during their conversation—which was expected—but to obtain silence now was a bit…unnerving. Was this how people felt every time she remained silent at a certain topic? None said a word next, for eyes moved to the tents that were positioned side by side. The gap between the tents and the cliffs were many steps apart, but honestly, that wasn’t the distance that Gloria felt nervous about right now. Violet met crimson. Pink and red dusted and swirled so adorably. “Yeah…” He needed to be convincing. “Yeah!” That’s better. He thought. Taking a sharp breath, he looked at the short Champion. “I’ll see you later in the morning.” A mask of indifference was worn nicely on his face. He saw the hesitance, the unknown emotion that flickered in her eyes. If he was selfish, just selfish enough, Bede would think that those eyes meant— He shook his head. “Goodnight, Gloria.” His body felt warm. His fists clenched behind his face. A weak smile pulled her lips. “Goodnight, Bede—” ‘GLORIA, WATCH OUT!’ Just when they were lost in their melancholic moment, it burst just like a balloon when they heard the loud chirp. Before any of them could react, a raging ball of fire zipped right between them. Right into Bede’s tent. Right towards the edge of the cliff. BOOM!!! An explosion actually made both jump from shock. Pupils shot to tiny dots. Heartbeats formed a maniacal pace. Everything happened too fast. Very fast. Both adults remained in pure stupefaction in their place. One had their baffled gaze at the Cinderace who was now cowardly hiding behind Hilda. One had a face of sheer, utter, bewilderment at the lack of tent and sprinkles of ashes. “M-My…” Jaw dropped so low he could attract Ninjasks. “M-My…My…” Fury now fuelled within the Champion, along with shame and regret that were quickly switched as she looked at Bede and her starter. “ARES!” She wasn’t one to raise her voice. If anything, people could say Gloria was ‘The Divine Champion’ for radiating an air of passion and grace. Not tonight, though. Ares merely tugged his ears downwards and crouched behind the sighing Corviknight once he heard a very fuming, very piercing, “What. Did. You. DO!” --- She wanted to jump off a cliff. The cliff was there, so the option was really whether she was ready to throw herself without risking being saved and scolded by her entire team. For something that had transpired in an hour, Gloria felt like it was a long, long, long, night. Finally, after constant apologies from her and her starter, Bede finally forgave Ares—Just Ares. He figured Gloria had no fault in this except maybe the damn Scorbunny as her starter. She felt absolutely guilty, and she would feel even worse if she knew Bede was sleeping outside in the cold. So of course the next option was to offer him his tent while she slept outside. Which he of course rejected because what kind of bastard would he be to let a woman sleep outside? Finally, after an emotional brainstorming, the both decided to sleep in her tent. Together. Alone. Together. Alone. Gulp! It seems the heat in her stomach wouldn’t disappear anytime soon. Her back faced his the moment she lay down. And she knew his back was facing hers as well as he looked at the other side. Was he asleep? She didn’t know. Was she asleep? Of course not! Her mind was a Tangela of messes. Both arms curled and pressed against her chest, between her breasts. Breathing was in and out, calmly, forcefully. Another gulp slid down for Arceus knows how many times tonight. She felt nervous. She felt guilty. She felt…oh damn she did not want to admit the other thing she was feeling right now. “Sorry…” The word slipped out before she could stop himself. She felt him fidget, and she didn’t dare to turn around. --- While she battled her emotions, he had a battle of his own. Here he was, lying in the same tent as her. Lying down next to her. Although Bede firmly declined and rejected her very offer to sleep in the same tent together, he would only lie to himself if it wasn’t…absolutely thrilled to share the same room as her. “Please!” She convinced, palm roughly pressed against each other as she pleaded. “I promise it won’t be weird! I promise I’ll payback the tent that Ares burned down!” He was fine with the latter. He just wasn’t…entirely fine with the former. He was sure she wouldn’t be the reason for them being weird in a tent together. But alas, she managed to convince him. It wasn’t much of a discussion anyways. As much as Bede tried to be sane about the subject, he was anything but when it comes to her. And now, here he was, wide awake at the thought of his rival and long-time target of affection sleeping right next to him. So close. So quiet. Should he say something? He’s supposed to be asleep. Should he wait for her to say something? She was already asleep— “Sorry…” Well, guessed not. His head tilted slightly, body still remained on his left side. He peeked as Gloria moved in her place, showing signs of guilt and nervousness. A sigh slipped out. “Don’t be.” He looked at the clothed wall of the tent. Arms crossed tightly against his chest. Uncomfortable as he may be, Bede was too afraid to unfold himself just in case he suddenly felt…twitchy. Silence lulled inside the tent for a few minutes. “Still…” She was at lost. “And…thank you. A lot.” Air held back behind pursed lips, Gloria slowly turned around. “Not just for forgiving Ares and me. But for today.” Hands still cupped closely to her chest. Seeing that he wasn’t about to turn anytime soon—much to her dismay—Gloria finally faced him. “I’m happy that you decided to have camp with me. I’m happy that you brought desserts and talked to about so many things. Honestly I—” She stopped. Hesitant. He merely listened in nervous anticipation. Crimson eyes that were free from glasses now stared at the tall man lying before her. “Bede…” Her voice sent shivers on his skin. Her warmth seeped right into his body. She noticed. Dup-dap, dup-dap! The beat of one’s heart echoed in the tent. Was it hers? Was it his? “Bede…” She tried again, lips quivered as she let out a shaky sigh. “Why…Why did you agree to camp out here with me today?” It was a silly question. A childish one. One needn’t a valid reason to agree to her campout. He simply wanted to hang out with her. He simply wanted to catch up and talk about random stuff with her. He simply wanted to unwind from the public and get some fresh air, and she was an excuse for it. He wanted to say all of them. Any of them. Instead, he opted for the truth. “I…” Eyes squinted shut, Bede released a sigh he didn’t know he held back. Arms tightened across his chest, he finally flipped and turned to face her. Only mistake here was: neither anticipated the close distance. They were a short breath away. The tip of her nose almost his own. Crimson eyes met a pair of dazzling violets. Both were at lost for words. Both mirrored each other by the shade of red on their faces. Their hands were close to each other’s respective chests. None moved a muscle. None said a word. Her eyes then gleamed the emotion he wouldn’t dare to guess hours ago. The unspeakable emotion was back in her eyes. Hotter. Clearer. Drawing him breathless. “I care you,” was all he responded, mouth then gaped at the foolish sentence he had ever muttered. Heat burned straight to the tips of his ears. Having almost a clear mind to just bolt out of the tent and never to see her again, Bede instead froze in his place once he felt her palm, so warm and loving, on his left cheek. Her smile became the answer to his doubts.

#Rival Bede #Trainer Gloria #Bederia #Dressedinpinkshipping #Pokemon #hi ive been writing this mini series since 8 am #its gonna be 11 pm soon #i cant feel my arms #Unplanned Confessions

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Wildfire

So baby tell me where you wanna run, run. You’ve got me burnin’ like the morning sun. Take my hand, you can burn this city with me.

Warnings: OCs (Matt’s Bandmates; Post-Canon/Not Epilogue Compliant Pairings: Matt/Taichi (Yamachi or Taito or Taiyama, whichever you prefer as their ship name)

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Ok, so admittedly their relationship was a bit dysfunctional. And perhaps Hikari and Takeru called them dating before it actually happened. And perhaps he and Tai tended to butt heads more than most couples. But even this was abnormal for the two of them.

Taichi hadn’t spoken a word to Matt since their walk back to the blond��s apartment. (Though argueably, one could say it was practically their apartment, since Taichi slept there more than at his family’s apartment.) The silence was awkward and suffocating, and Matt couldn’t help but wrack his brain as he tried to figure out why Taichi was noticeably upset. He hadn’t forgotten any sort of significant date to his knowledge. In fact… Taichi had been perfectly fine before his band’s concert. Had something happened while he was on stage?

As Matt unlocked the door, the two young men shuffled in, Matt placing his guitar case against the couch. He watched as Tai wordlessly went to the kitchen, and began heating up some leftovers from the fridge. That singular action was enough to get Matt to frown, his eyes squinting slightly. Matt usually made dinner for both of them whenever Tai came back with him to his place. Those leftovers were usually the soccer captain's meal after practice... Why would Tai be heating his leftovers up now, unless...?

Was Taichi upset with him?

What the hell had he done? Matt replayed the night's events over in his head, trying to make sure he hadn't accidentally done something off-handedly to have upset his boyfriend. He didn't miss any sort of anniversary, they'd only been dating a couple of months. It wasn't anywhere close to Taichi's birthday. So what was the issue?

Matt must have had some sort of look on his face, because Tai glanced over at him and frowned slightly. "What's with you?"

There was a tinge of irritation in Taichi's voice, one that kinda got on Matt's nerves, but he suppressed the urge to snap at his boyfriend and exhaled through his nose before replying. "Nothing, I just... Is everything ok?"

Tai's eyes narrowed slightly at that, before the brunet rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the microwave. "I'm fine." The curt tone to his voice said otherwise.

Matt frowned and folded his arms. "Obviously not."

Taichi clicked his tongue and spun back around, the soccer captain still frowning. "Well, what do you want me to say?"

"The truth, maybe?" Matt asked, his voice raising slightly at the end of his sentence, Taichi's sudden attitude beginning to work his nerves further. "Did something happen during the concert?"

"No, nothing happened, everything's fine." Tai deadpanned, turning slightly to open the microwave as the timer hit zero, pulling out the food. Though instead of digging into it immediately like he had a habit of doing, he placed it on the counter, turning his attention back to Matt.

Matt was doing his best to keep his cool, and folded his arms. "I can't do anything about it if you don't explain what the fuck is wrong."

"Look, let's just drop it, ok?" Taichi mirrored Matt, folding his arms as well. "You couldn't do anything about it even if I told you."

"Or maybe I could if you gave me the chance!" Matt threw his arms down, losing his composure. "Tai, just tell me what's wrong."

There was a silence then that settled between them, one that irritated Matt further. It wasn't until Taichi spoke that the silence was shattered. “It's just... Like, we’re together, you know? Its weird hearing you sing to all these girls about how much you’d love them if they were yours and other clichéd bullshit.” There was a sharpness to Taichi’s words at the end of his sentence, bitterness evident.

“Well its not like I’m actively trying to dump you for some random girl, Tai!”

“You don’t ignore them when they flirt with you, though!”

“It’s called not being a rude asshole! I’m not flirting with them back; I’m dating you! You don’t see me getting all anal about the girls checking you out while you’re at a game!”

"At least I don't give them the time of day, Yamato."

Matt seethed slightly at his name being used by Taichi. Tai rarely, if ever, used his real name. 'Yamato' was used mainly by his mother, who refused to call him 'Matt', or by Takeru when his younger brother teased him. But Taichi? Taichi reserved it only for really emotional occasions. So exactly how pissed was he?

Giving a slight growl, Matt curled his hands into fists and shook his head. "Well what the fuck do you want me to do, Taichi?" Two could play at the formal name game. "Alienate the people literally paying my rent?" The band was his main source of income, playing gigs and selling tickets. "I can't just ignore them cuz you're jealous!"

"Jealous?" Tai asked incredulously. "I'm not jealous, I'm annoyed!" A hand rose to pinch the bridge of his nose, Tai shaking his head. "You know what? I don't want to have this conversation. I'm staying at my parents' place tonight." With that, Tai stormed out of the kitchen, pushing his way past Matt, who scoffed at being partially shoved.

"Fine! See if I care!" Matt called out, not moving from his spot, or turning to watch as Tai put on his shoes and left, slamming the front door shut.

Matt stood in place for a few seconds after Tai had left, only to sigh and deflate, folding one arm and raising his other up so that he could wipe at his face. Holding his head in his hand, Matt shook his head.

Goddammit.

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Hikari looked down at her phone upon hearing it buzz, and stole a quick glance behind her, seeing her older brother asleep on his half of the bunk bed. Giving a small sigh of relief, she quickly flipped it open to see who texted her.

Takeru: how is he?

Hikari quietly got up from the desk in her's and Tai's shared bedroom, and made her way into the living room, before tapping away at her phone's keypad.

Hikari: Asleep. Still hasn't talked about it. Hikari: What about Matt?

Sitting on the couch, Hikari sighed as she waited for her best friend to text back, beginning to channel surf. Her parents were at work, so it was just her and her brother in the apartment at the moment. Tai had just come back from soccer practice about 30 minutes earlier, and said he'd shower after a quick nap. He'd come home three nights ago in an upset mood, and all Hikari could deduce was that he and Matt had had another arguement, but that this one was bigger than usual.

Usually the two were quick to make up, Tai usually only staying at their parents for a day. Three days was unheard of.

Hearing her phone buzz again, Hikari looked to her phone and picked it up off of her lap, reading Takeru's texts.

Takeru: hasn't said much Takeru: but he's been playing his guitar and writing nonstop Takeru: lemme see if i can get it out of him now

Hikari smiled slightly at that, knowing Takeru planned on either being genuine with his brother, or purposefully annoying the ever-living crap out of him. There was no in between when it came to Takeru's technique on getting info out of Matt. Hikari herself took a more reserved approach with Tai, letting him come to her instead when he was ready.

About 10 minutes passed before her phone went off again, and Hikari continued to read.

Takeru: ok SO Takeru: apparently they fought over Matt's songs? Takeru: they've all been romance songs recently and that apparently irritated Tai Takeru: apparently they argued about girls who go to Matt's concerts and flirt w/ him Takeru: so Matt compared it to girls flirting w/ him at soccer games and it all went downhill from there

Hikari: Why are they like this. Why.

Takeru: because they're idiots

Hikari: Too true.

With another sigh, Hikari closed her phone and looked towards hers and Tai's bedroom door. Tai was still sleeping, and she debated on whether or not to wake him up so he could shower, when a thought hit her. She flipped her phone back open and began tapping away again.

Hikari: Hey. You said Matt's writing a new song?

Takeru: i mean, i can only assume

Hikari: Go investigate for me.

After about 5 minutes, she finally got a text back.

Takeru: yeah, its a new song Takeru: bring Tai to Matt's gig tonight Takeru: like, whatever it takes

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Matt's concert was absolute last place the soccer captain wanted to be right now.

But Hikari had practically dragged him there, saying that he absolutely had to go. When questioned why however, she'd either ignore him or change the subject, which admittedly got on Tai's nerves. But before he knew it, they were at the venue, and were headed inside.

They found a place in the middle of the pack to stand, Tai not wanting to go any further than that so that he didn't get seen by Matt. At first, Hikari tried to convince him to go forward, but when he seemed to stay anchored put, she gave in and let her brother do as he wanted. It wasn't long before Matt and his bandmates came onto stage, Tai wincing at the number of girls shrieking and throwing their hands up.

The sound of Matt's amused laughter coming through the microphone was both easing and irritating. On one hand, Tai hadn't heard his boyfriend's voice in three days, and damn did he miss the sound of it, but on the other hand, he sounded like he was pleased with the shrieking girls and that didn't help his case at the moment one bit.

With a sigh, Tai frowned and stood in place, listening as Matt greeted everyone for coming out to see the show. He promised them a good time, as well as a new song at the end of their set.

The concert soon started and went on like all of Matt's other concerts that Tai attended, though with a surprising lack of love songs, Tai noticed. In fact, there wasn't a single one. It was all Matt's band's more pop-ish music. This eased Tai's mood some, and before he knew it, the band was on their last song. Was this what Hikari wanted him to see? Matt was apologizing through his band by not playing any love songs?

"This last song is dedicated to someone special," Matt said into the microphone, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes as he gazed along the front row of concert-goers, a small smile on his face. "They know who they are."

The music that begun to play was gentle, but still had that cutting pop edge sound, a synth sounding keyboard playing the first couple of measures before the bass, drums, and guitar joined in, and Matt began to sing. As the blonde’s melodic voice reached his ears, Tai huffed and folded his arms, his cheeks puffing slightly as he pouted. Great. It was a fucking love song.

“We were going way too fast, chasing down the hourglass, running from the past, headed out with no direction.

A Kerosene beauty scene, looking for a matchstick king, to burn into your heart, hand into the flame, We could set the world ablaze.

Cuz baby, you’re all I need. Come now, set me free Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.”

Admittedly, the tune was catchy, and Tai was beginning to find it difficult to keep stewing in his anger. Hikari looked at her brother from the corner of her eyes and smiled as she watched her older brother’s expression soften from his pouty state. She too was finding herself being lost in the strangely soothing synth beat, and couldn’t help beginning to sway slightly from side to side, as had much of the crowd.

“Breathless, I can’t resist Melt with your scarlet kiss Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.”

Tai cracked a smirk at that, his mind’s eye reliving a recent makeout session between him and Matt, before he pulled himself out of his thoughts. No, he was going to stay mad at Matt and his stupid love songs, and that was final. And just to stick it to him, he was going to stay extra mad at this stupid love song. This stupid. slow, catchy...hypnotic...--! Wait no, he wasn’t going to fall for this.

“I look into your sunset eyes, waiting for the moon to rise, so I can feel your heat, this love is so completely crazy.

You’ve been fuckin’ with my dreams, Rip me like your torn up jeans, I don’t even care, you could take me there, you could set my world ablaze,

Cuz baby, you’re all I need. Come now, set me free Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.”

Now Tai was starting to get angry all over again. Was Matt that pissy about their whole argument, that this new stupid love song was basically him talking about… about lusting after random girls!? Tai’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching into his jacket sleeves. If he hadn’t been pissed at the blonde before, oh man, he definitely would have been now.

Tai was already thinking of what he was going to yell at his stupid musician of a possibly ex-boyfriend, when he felt Hikari’s hand on his arm. She had a frown on her face - what was she even frowning at him for, he hadn’t done anything - and gave him a questioning look. He shook his head at her in response, turning his attention back to Matt and his band’s song.

So baby tell me where you wanna run, run. You’ve got me burnin’ like the morning sun. Take my hand, you can burn this city with me.

Play me like your first guitar, Where every single note’s too hard, I don’t even care, you can take me there, You can set my world on fire.

Baby, you’re all I need. Come now, set me free Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.

Taichi was done. He scoffed and turned on his heel, beginning to head out as the song came to a close, not wanting to be here when it was all over.

Breathless, I can’t resist Melt with your scarlet kiss Like a wildfire, like a wildfire

Hikari followed after her brother as he pushed past the concert-goers, leaving the venue as she called him down. "Tai. Tai...!" She sighed as she finally caught up to him, pulling on his sleeve. "Tai!"

"I don't see why you brought me here!" Tai growled, looking down at his sister. "What was the point?"

Hikari blinked. Did... did he not realize...? "What's your problem?"

Tai threw his hands down, "I'm just tired of him singing about other girls!"

“What made you think he was talking about a girl?”

“He said so!”

“When?”

Tai opened his mouth to argue because was she not even listening to the song but as he replayed the lyrics in his head, he couldn’t recall a single instance of Matt’s band’s last song mentioning a girl. Awkwardly, Tai closed his mouth with a grunt, and pouted. “Well if the song isn’t about a girl, then who...?” He looked at Hikari then, taken slightly aback by the look she was giving him, like she was expecting something of him.

Hikari’s arms were folded, and her expectant look slowly melting into an amused smirk. “I don’t know Tai, who else would Matt want to be singing to?”

She watched as the gears turned in her brother’s head, and it finally clicked into place with a near silent “Oh.” that the song was about him. She barely had time to offer a goodbye as Tai suddenly darted for backstage.

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Tai burst into the backstage area where he saw the keyboardist and lead guitarist of Matt’s band putting away some of their equipment. Raising a hand to wave, he called out to them. “Hey!”

The guitarist, a girl with long black hair tied up into a wild ponytail, looked over at him and smiled, tucking the cords she’d been carrying under one arm so she could wave back. “Hey yourself!” The keyboardist rolled his eyes and grabbed the cords from her as Tai reached them.

“Sorry,” He asked, panting slightly. “Have you seen Matt?”

The guitarist smirked, folding her arms. “He split as soon as the set ended, and wasn’t in the greatest of moods. I don’t think he’d appreciate us sending fanboys his way.”

Tai blinked. “F-Fanboy?” His face warmed at that, and he shook his head. “N-No, I’m a friend of his.”

The guitarist laughed and waved a hand dismissively. “I know, I know, I was just messing with you. I’m Aiko, and Mozart over here,” she said, nodding over at the keyboardist, “is Yuuto. You’re Taichi Yagami, right?”

“Who?” Yuuto finally spoke up, frowning slightly as Aiko smiled.

“Our school’s soccer captain.” She said, then with a purposely not-too-subtle whisper, her smile turned coy, “I think he’s the boyfriend.”

At that, Tai blinked. “He told you about us?”

A laugh left Aiko’s lips, one Tai couldn’t help but mentally compare to windchimes. “No, not exactly. We knew he was dating someone, cuz we noticed he’d get that same lovestruck look on his face when he looked at his phone that he used to get back when he’d first started dating Sora. When we started messing with him, he let it slip that it was a dude, and immediately freaked. We were all cool with it though.” She gave a genuine smile, then. “He never said who it was, but we’ve had our guesses. Who’d’ve known he’d land himself such a cute dude?”

A blush blossomed on Tai’s face at her words, unsure what to say at Aiko’s bluntness. “Uh, thanks?”

Aiko flashed him a wide grin. “No problem! Matt’s probably left by now, we’re just here because it’s our turn to pack extra crap up. If you hurry, you can probably catch him before he gets back to his place.”

“Really?” Tai looked around for the nearest exit, lighting up and already heading out before looking over his shoulder without stopping and giving Aiko and Yuuto a wave. “Thanks a bunch!” With that, Tai raced out of the building, leaving the duo alone.

“So?” Aiko asked with a smile as she lifted up two mini amps with ease. “Whaddya think, Yuuto?”

“Of what?”

“Of Yagami, for Ishida.”

Yuuto stopped then, shaking his head. “You really need to butt out of Matt’s love life.”

“I will now that I’ve met the dude!” She promised, but Yuuto couldn’t help but feel her promise was empty. “What do you think of him?”

With a sigh, Yuuto went back to work, placing various cords where they belonged. “He seems nice enough, if not a little air-headed.”

“That’s good,” Aiko stated, grinning proudly. “He’s a good match for our idiot, then.”

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Having finally made it back to his apartment, Matt was ready to just crash for the night, too tired to do much of anything else, when he was greeted with furious sounding knocking at his door. With a sigh, Matt headed to the door, only to be greeted by his boyfriend, panting for god only knew what reason.

Was Tai still pissed at him, even after the song? With a scoff, Matt spoke. “What’s your prob--”

Matt found himself pushed up against the wall, Tai’s lips mashed harshly into his as the soccer captain kissed him heatedly. Matt heard the sound of his front door closing and locking, and instinctively, his hands worked to get Tai’s jacket off of him. A moan escaped one of them - maybe both of them for all Matt knew because holy shit - and the two pulled apart only when their lungs burned with the annoying need for air.

Letting loose a breathy chuckle, Matt looked at Tai. “I guess this means I’m forgiven?”

Tai rolled his eyes, murmuring against Matt’s lips as he leaned in to kiss him again, “Oh, shut up.”

#Digimon Adventure 02 #Matt Ishida #Tai Kamiya #taiyama #Yamachi #Krys writes

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keeperofhounds · 4 years

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Lost & Found (Chapter Seven)

Special thanks to my beta reader @rachelbethhines and special thanks to Varian66 on Discord for their part in developing this story.

We all know how the original story started. We all know how it ended too. Let’s see an alternate take if Eugene were to have been adopted rather than being alone for most of his life.

As they traveled deeper into the tunnel it became harder and harder to see what’s in front of them. If Flynn were to lift his hand he wouldn’t be able to see any sign of his hands. Flynn cursed himself making them run off ahead, there could have been lanterns at the entrance. The simple fact there was a secret tunnel made it very obvious how often it might have been used. If only there was something to light the way.

Similar thoughts were in Rapunzel’s head as she used the wall to lead the way. That’s when Pascal poked her with his tail and pointed at Flynn. Rapunzel gasped at what she saw it was faint but the powder on the man was giving off a dull glow. Dull enough at least for Flynn to take no notice of the fact.

“Flynn, your clothes,” Rapunzel whispered, unable to take her eyes off the faint glow.

“Don’t remind me why if I had a penny for eve-” Flynn cut himself off stretching his vest and squinting his eyes at the dull pink. That’s when he remembered the cloud of color bomb Rapunzel had used and where she got it from. If Varian had given them that then Flynn could only imagine what else the kid put in the bag. He always packed to impress.

Flynn turned to Rapunzel, “Hey can you shake that bag a bit?”

Rapunzel gave Flynn a confused look not that he could see it. She lifted the bag from her side and gave the bag a good shake. Flynn wasn’t too worried if Varian was confident enough to just give his stuff away, then it probably wouldn’t explode from a simple shake. Although he could be wrong.

Gently lifting the flap of the bag Flynn gave a whoop of victory, “Oow mama, kid you always know when to come through for me when I need it.”

Reaching a hand into the bag Flynn pulled out a glowing blue vial that illuminated the tunnel. On the other hand, Flynn held a pink vial towards Rapunzel who couldn’t take her eyes off the new discoveries. Rapunzel had never seen something like this before it was almost magical a light source that didn’t come from her hair, a candle, or the sun? Unheard of.

Pascal squeaked at the pretty lights also keeping his eyes on the new treasure. Rapunzel handed it over to the chameleon who grasped at the vial securely. Flynn motioned her to keep going forward and they walked in a comfortable silence despite the seemingly dire situation. Rapunzel couldn’t keep the light spring in her step, hugging her frying pan, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Flynn saw this and he had to give credit to where it was due. “Well I’ve got to say didn’t know you had that in you, that was pretty impressive. Irresponsible yes, a little bit dumb absolutely, but overall impressive.”

“I know!” Rapunzel jumped, she didn’t like the other comments, but she let it go. The entire thing wasn’t her best moment even if it did turn out well. The blonde had to agree with Flynn. She honestly didn’t think she had it in her either or even the pub thugs. It was all a rush to her but she schooled her expression and shrugged her shoulders, “I know.”

Rapunzel had learned so much from this one trip even before she left the tower. She had learned that she could take care of herself after incapacitating Flynn. She learned that people aren’t always what they seem despite what others might claim after meeting Varian. She also learned that if given the chance that even people who look mean and scary have a sense of humanity with the pub thugs. The blonde looked towards Flynn was he really only a thief escaping the law or was there something more?

It was obvious he had been to many places. He knew different types of people if what she saw was anything to go by. The thief was friends with a young inventor, he was unpopular with guards, and the thugs tried to beat him up. Rapunzel was curious about the man who literally climbed into her life. Normally Mother wouldn’t appreciate any kind of probing questions but something about Flynn made her feel safe enough to ask. The worst he can do is say no.

“So, Flynn where’re you from?”

Flynn straightened at the question, “Wo wo, sorry Blondie I don’t do backstories. All anyone needs to know is Flynn Rider dashing thief,” He flashed Rapunzel a winning smile, “no one wants to know about the man before the legend, and frankly I have a reputation to uphold. However, I am becoming very interested in yours. Now I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair-”

Rapunzel shook her head, “Nope.”

“Or the Mother,”

“Na ah,”

“Frankly I’m too scared to ask about the frog.”

“Chameleon.” Flynn turned to her with curiosity flashing through his eyes, “Here’s my question though if you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before?”

To Flynn, this was a legitimate question even people who live the most remote of places take the time to travel to nearby villages or cities. This, however, was another level, there shouldn’t have been anything stopping her from seeing the lanterns. It wasn’t exclusive to royalty and anyone was welcome to participate, he had participated in his younger years. Why had this person never been to the festival when they lived so close to it?

Rapunzel laughed nervously, fidgeting with her frying pan and sharing a look with Pascal, “...Well.”

That’s when they saw the light at the end of the tunnel, seeing the chance to avoid Flynn’s question, Rapunzel raced towards the light. Outside of the tunnel, the sight of a canyon greeted her she couldn’t exactly place where she was but it looked like the wooden wall behind her was so sort of dam.

Flynn rushed after her, seemingly forgetting the unanswered question, “Slow down, there Blondie we still have no idea where we are.”

That’s when the echoes of a clearly angry horse were heard followed by the guard's voices. Flynn jumped into action he spotted a rope ladder which led down from the ledge they were on. It wasn’t perfect but it wasn’t like there were other options. He grabbed Rapunzel’s hand and pointed towards the rope, “Come on Blondie we got to lose them.”

By the time the guards had made it out Flynn and Rapunzel were halfway down the rope ladder.

Rapunzel looked up when the guards shouted to stop, “Who are they?”

Flynn kept climbing down, “They don’t like me.”

Looking over his shoulder Flynn saw the Stabbingtons break through a boarded-up exit.

“Oh, no,” Flynn whispered.

“Who are they?”

Before Flynn could answer the crazy horse appeared from the crowd of guards breathing heavily.

“Oh, come one, you know what just assume that everyone here doesn’t like me,” Flynn said in frustration looking for any way out of the increasingly bleak situation.

They were trapped plain and simple. If they went back up to escape the guards would get them. If they went down the Stabbingtons would get them. Not to mention if somehow they were able to avoid everyone the horse would just get them.

Flynn took a deep and looked towards Rapunzel, “Sorry Blondie looks like our little road trip is going to be cut short.”

Rapunzel’s eye widened at those words, she desperately looked everywhere for some way to escape, this couldn’t be how everything ended it just couldn’t. That’s when she looked towards the bag around her shoulders, it had been helpful so far, there was no telling what other surprises it had in store. Neither she or Flynn had any idea what the other colored spheres could do but anything would be better than getting caught at this point.

Clutching two spheres in hand Rapunzel passed them over to Pascal before turning towards Flynn, “Catch!” She threw an armful of spheres towards him.

Clumsily catching the falling objects Flynn looked at the spheres before smiling, “Blondie you’re a genius!”

The next moments were utter mayhem. The pair wildly threw the spheres at their pursuers trying to create an opportunity for escape. The spheres usually missed or hit their intended targets displaying a multitude of reactions and effects after each use. One sphere managed to hit a sword only to disintegrate the weapon, another caused another cloud of color. Flynn managed to get a direct hit on both the Stabbingtons freezing them in place just when they grabbed the rope ladder.

“Now’s our chance.” Flynn cried, hurryingly climbing down the ladder, who knows when the brothers would unfreeze.

As the duo rushed away from the ladder when their feet hit the dirt ground. Flynn turned to look back at the progress of their pursuers meeting the eyes of the crazy horse. The horse bellowed at the running thief before making his way down the ladder.

“Since when do horses climb down ladders?”

“Flynn!”

Turning towards the girl ahead of him, Rapunzel threw her frying pan towards the thief. Fumbling the catch, Flynn was able to have a secure hold on the object grasping it tightly to avoid dropping it. Gasping the final sphere in her hand Rapunzel threw it towards Flynn. Wasting no time Flynn holding pan as a makeshift bat, hit the sphere where it sailed towards the rapidly pursuing horse. When it hit the horse was engulfed in a bubble unable to escape as he floated away.

Flynn laughed, “Ha, take that fleabag!”

The horse glared at Flynn bashing itself against the slippery bubble wall. It was no use though somehow the bubble was just too strong. As the horse floated away all he could do was give off a loud whine as his target ran further and further away.

It looked like at this point they were going to be home free. The guards were still clumsily climbing down the rope ladder with considerably less grace than the horse. The Stabbingtons are frozen in their icy prison and now they were heading towards what appears to be an exit. Nothing can stop them now.

A loud crash was heard from behind the running duo. To Flynn it was a familiar sound, he had heard such sounds enough times to know that it spelled imminent doom. The thief had an idea of what could have happened to cause such a sound, but he wasn’t going to think about it because that would place blame on the person who gave them the spheres. A lot of things could have happened but considering the guards were holding torches it’s possible that one of the spheres mixed in with the fire.

Trying to figure out what caused that sound, however, wasn’t the most important thing right now though. Acting fast Flynn sped up towards the blond ahead of him easily overtaking her, he grabbed her hand and led her towards the cave. As they were halfway to the cave the dam burst, releasing gallons upon gallons of water gushing through the canyon. The force of the water was so strong it destroyed a stone column, running faster the group managed to pass through the cave entrance just as the column blocked the entrance. No one could celebrate though because now they were trapped.

#varian #tts varian #tts rapunzel #Tangled the movie #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #flynn rider #eugene fitzherbert #Rapunzel #adopted au #siblings au #Lost & Found #Chapter 7 #my fanfiction

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silvanable · 4 years

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Photogenic - V ( REWRITE )

an old one shot i decided to rewrite. this was actually my first attempt at an x reader back in the day ( 2016 to be exact ) loooooong before V’s route was ever even considered.

i thought reviving and revamping a relic would be good, plus i still love it. so have version 2.0, new and improved.

original that’s super old & has horrible grammar that might send you to the grave can be found here.

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↪ GUIDELINES

✒ warnings: n/a

✒ tags: fluff, gender neutral reader, i’m yeeting canon thanks, we’re calling this an au & v is losing his eyesight to an undisclosed illness/injury reader doesn’t know about

✏ Word Count : 3629

It was a beautiful and pleasant day. It had served you the perfect opportunity to take a long hike and indulge yourself in your favorite pastime. Photography.

By now the day had passed and was winding down to its end. You still were having your fun. You had found a particularly nice spot where you had the perfect view of the horizon. More specifically, you had the best position to get that one perfect photo of the sunset, even if you had to sit here until dusk to get it.

Luckily for you, you did not wait long for your perfect masterpiece.

The sky was darkening in its beautiful palette of oranges, pinks, and reds. The fading sunlight shone through the autumn trees and glowed through them like a halo. Below was the expanse down the trails into the woods and rolling hills, blanketed in soft shadows. It looked like a mystical, foreign land out of a fairytale.

It was exactly what you had waited for.

You lifted the camera up, leveling it with your eyes as you stared through the lens. Your index finger found its familiar resting place atop the button. The smallest amount of pressure on the button was awarded by a familiar click of a shutter and a brief pass of darkness in front of your eye.

You repeated the action several times, just for precautions. While one photo might suffice, you preferred to be prepared with a selection to pick your prize from.

After you were done, you lowered the camera from your face. Your fingers nimbly found their way to the buttons beside the screen to review your reward of patience.

A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you reviewed the captures of the day on your camera. You did well if you did say so yourself and had plenty more to add to your collection, specifically the one for this particular trail.

You turned on your heel, aimlessly wandering back down the familiar trail to get back to your car before dark. While you practically knew these hiking paths like the back of your hand, you were not willing to risk stumbling in the dark and tripping onto your camera. This elegant piece of machinery was your most prized possession and arguably tied to your soul. If anything were to happen to it, you would most certainly cry. It could be replaced but still would feel like losing your first love.

Your eyes glued to the camera in your hands, your feet led you without visual guidance, and straight into a solid force.

A squeak, yes, an unmistakable squeak left your lips as your body tumbled back. Your hands clenched tightly around the camera in your grasp and you squeezed your eyes shut.

The only thing running through your mind was, Oh, how the universe had a cruel sense of humor.

You landed with a thud into the beaten dirt. A soft groan leaving your throat at the unpleasant throb of your rear from landing so hard. There was one good thing, though.

You opened your eyes to see the camera still safely in your hands, unharmed. A sigh of relief left you as your body relaxed.

Next was the matter of what you had walked into.

Your eyes rose up, only to find it was not what you had walked into but who.

“I am so sorry,” You blurted out quickly upon seeing a blue-haired individual in front of you.

“No, it’s alright. It was my accident.” He murmured gently in response. A pale hand extended down towards you.

You wasted no time in accepting the offer. Your hand clasped around his and with a little effort from you both, you found yourself back on your feet again.

The momentary stun you suffered from seemed to melt away from you, now that you were closer to this man. You did not mean to stare, but there was something ethereal about him. His hair was a light blue, like a summer sky on a clear day. His skin was ghostly, not in a way that showed illness, but glowed with youthfulness and livelihood. His eyes, though, were what drew you in, clearer than a freshwater spring or a lake frozen in winter but guarded and mysterious as they met your gaze.

You believed the eyes were the windows to someone’s soul. His eyes, however, were guarded and any secrets sealed away. It only intrigued you more. You found yourself wanting to know this stranger and why his eyes allured you so. You wanted to know that unheard story deep in his heart.

“Are you alright?” His gentle tone broke you from your trace.

“O-oh?” The stutter left you before you realized it. You were staring. How rude could you be? “Yes… I’m sorry, though. I didn’t mean to walk into you. I guess I wasn’t paying attention, too busy staring at my camera,” You wiggled the object in question in your hands, “And you would think I would be paying more attention because of it.” A nervous chuckle escaped you.

“You enjoy photography?” He asked.

You nodded shortly in response. “Yes! I mean, I dabble. It’s something I enjoy doing a lot but it is really just a hobby right now.” Your words grew to a soft murmur at the end.

You loved what you did but wished you could do more. It was not exactly easy for you though. There were some issues with confidence and the opportunities that you seemed to need to wildly chase. If you had the chance to do this as a profession, as your living, you most certainly would jump at the chance.

“Is that so? I’m sort of a professional, but it’s really just a passion of mine.” He said, “I could give you a few tips if you are interested.”

Your eyes lifted to his again, a smile stretched over your lips. “That would be great, it means a lot to learn from someone else who has the same passion.” You drew the camera close to your person. “And I’m absolutely forgetting my manners,” You said, introducing yourself as you held out your hand to him.

He hesitated for a moment before taking your hand, “My friends call me V.” A gentle smile graced his lips.

Your heart seemed to betray you at that moment with a harder than usual beat. And since when did the cool autumn air feel so warm? That might be the blush that crept over your face.

“Well, V,” You cleared your throat to try and get your bearings, “Can I treat you to dinner?” You asked, “As pre-payment for helping me out, you know?” You added quickly, “That is if you aren’t busy.” You had to fight the urge to awkwardly squirm in place.

You suddenly felt like a schoolgirl. How embarrassing this was. More concerning was the fact you had so quickly asked him out. Apparently your heart had forcibly taken the wheel and your mind was tied up and thrown to the back of the bus.

“I’m free tomorrow night,” The soft chuckle that left V’s lips was a sweet sound to your years. “Let me give you my number. We can discuss the details later.”

Much time has passed since then…

There was a gentle laugh in the air that traveled through the park. It had fallen from your lips as you twirled in place. One of your hands folded over your decorative hat to prevent it from blowing off as you moved. Your white spring attire flowed in the breeze with you.

Much quieter than your laughter, there were several familiar clicks, the sound of a shutter closing. Behind the camera was a familiar blue-haired man, wearing a smile that was contagious to you.

Your laughter continued as you turned to the camera, making childish faces or striking elegant poses.

For quite some time you two had spent time together. Ever since the two of you met, you had grown ever closer. You often made brunch or the occasional dinner plan. Sometimes it was a professional matter that involved photography and others were for leisure as the two of you would go out on strolls or to the movies.

You know that you had grown attached to V. You admired him maybe a bit too much and often found yourself lost in thought with him on your mind. You tried to deny that the connection was anything more than friends, but your heart since the very first day liked to remind you that you were absolutely smitten. You were in denial, actively in a way, despite the thrum of your heart.

The feeling was foreign but warm and welcoming, just like the smile you were being given from V. The more you thought about it, the more you felt as if you had fallen. You had not fallen into some darkness but a place of warmth and brightness. The feeling was foreign but warm and welcoming, just like the smile you were being given from V.

The sweet smile you received only served to make your heart swell more. It was a collision of feelings that made you feel so many things you doubted you could untangle them without being overwhelmed first, both good and bad.

While you adored V, there was also still so much you did not know about him. He was still a mystery, one you had yet to find the hidden story about. You learned about him but he was so reserved and what you found out only served to create an even bigger mystery.

It all had something to do with those shaded glasses that covered his eyes and the red striped cane he had begun to carry with him more frequently.

“Don’t you have enough already?” You called out teasingly to V.

He shook his head, that grin ever-present. “I need a few more.”

You shook your head in response, “Alright, you have enough! It’s my turn and I want to see!” You rushed over to him, reaching out to take the camera from his hands.

He rose his arms over his head, the camera just out of your reach.

“That’s not fair, V! I can’t reach!” You protested.

“That’s the point,” He laughed.

Even stretched up on the tips of your toes he was able to keep the camera just from your fingertips. You were relentless, though, and would not give up the fight as you puffed and tried to stretch further.

You came to the conclusion during your stretching and huffing that there was no way you could reach the camera. So you had to find another way to get what you wanted.

There was a list running through your mind and allowed you to contemplate all your options quickly. There was nothing that seemed quite right.

You looked up towards the man and an idea popped into your mind. Without thinking, you took action.

“I will take these then!” You said and took several steps back to create distance between you both.

Your lips twisted into a defiant pout as your eyes flickered down to the stolen item in your hands. Your fingers delicately curled around thick, black sunglasses.

Your mind registered what you held and what you had just done.

Panic surged up through you faster than your body could comprehend the emotion. Your expression contorted with regret and your eyes reflected your internal panic.

“I‒” The words got stuck in your throat as you tried to force them out.

You knew very little behind the injury that had cost V his eyesight. He was going blind, a slow process that would take his vision from him. It happened long before you met him or you had assumed so at least, as you learned about it sometime after meeting him. Though one thing you knew very plainly was how insecure he was about the loss of his eyes. It was a very sensitive topic that he often avoided and respected his wishes not to push for answers.

“I’m so sorry, V‒” Your voice left you broken and shaken.

You wanted to say more but found you swallowed your own voice again as your eyes met with the man just out of arm's reach from you.

V looked stunned. As if he was still processing what had happened.

Your eyes met his expectantly, waiting for the worst.

Even in your fright, though, you found yourself admiring his eyes. It had been such a long time since you had seen them as he wore the glasses more frequently as time carried on. You had missed them, their pale, clear color, and the look of fondness they held in them for you when he looked at you.

From where you stood, he was set against the cloudless sky and bright, renewing green plant-life of the spring. A gentle breeze seemed to hair his pale blue locks and small dandelion seeds danced around him. His black sweater and jeans contrasted with the brightness around him. His expression seemed calm to you almost and he held the camera in his hands just so perfectly… He was a masterpiece of perfection and beauty to your eyes.

Something overtook you in that moment as you scurried towards where you had dropped your bag. You wear almost spastic as you searched for your own camera and rushed back to where you had been standing a moment before. Then proceeded to throw yourself to the ground for the perfect photo.

V’s eyes had followed you the entire way. A small smile began to pull at the corner of his mouth. You had not even noticed that he had broken from his trance only to be enthralled by you.

There was a familiar click of camera shutters again. You were absolutely dismissive of everything around you as you fiddled with the camera.

V’s smile only grew.

It was adorable to watch as you so intently focused, barely aware he was watching you as you took pictures of him.

It was a childish and rash decision of yours, but you would never forgive yourself for letting that masterpiece of him go in the moment. The beauty that had unfolded before you was not something you could easily pass up, not when you could cherish the look in his eyes and that smile forever with a photograph.

Your finger stopped short of fully applying pressure to the camera’s button. You finally realized that his stare was not distant but fixed on your through the lens of your camera. Your finger came down against the button, the shutter sound louder in your ears than it was a moment before.

You were rooted in the shot you had crouched in, camera grasped in your hand, and V’s glasses hooked in your fingers. You dared not lower the camera and further embarrass yourself.

“Am I that photogenic to you?” V asked, a sweet curiosity in his voice. He was in front of you in just a few steps, staring down at you.

Reality hit you and reality hit hard.

A shameful sound left your lips, one you dared not to call a squeak despite it being exactly that, as he leaned down into your face.

He wore a coy expression and you found yourself mesmerized by clarity in those icy orbs of his. There was no coldness despite the pale color of his eyes, instead, there was a warmth and love you hoped you were not mistaken for in them.

Your intent gaze, searching so deep inside of his own glassy one, had taken him back. Everything reflected in your eyes, the admiration, and the fixation as if you had found something strange, new, and deeply terrifying.

“Gorgeous…” The word left your lips in awe and caressed his own lips with your warm breath.

You were too much for him. The look on your face is far too pure with admiration and the soft sound of your voice all too much for him to take. You were captivated, the dazed look on your face said enough that you were mesmerized by his beauty, and that alone made his heart swell. He had never seen a look so honest, so clear, and so full of love than the one you gave him.

It was in that moment, with each gentle beat of your heart in your chest, those words you refused to admit were clear to you in your mind. You had fallen for him, for his kindness and compassion, and for his beauty without and within.

You believed deep down, at this moment, you saw who he was. There were no barriers, no resistance, nothing clouding his soul to you. You could see a man, who was so full of love and passion but suffered. The pain and sorrow swam in his eyes but mingled with it you could see curiosity, love, and selflessness hidden deep inside. You could see the understanding and trust, but it was held back by fear and loss that threatened to bloom and consume him, so he hid with the intent to do good in the favor of another’s well being.

There was no saying how true anything you saw was but you believed it all to be as it was given to you. You believed in that moment V had opened up and revealed himself to you. One thing you knew, was that he was genuine, and the soft, loving look he gave you was not something you dreamed up. It was real.

“V…” His name left your lips like a whispered prayer.

He replied quietly with your own name as if that was all that was keeping him from unraveling at that very moment.

A smile graced your lips. A sort of trance fell over you both as a daze seemed to overtake you both. Time seemed to slow down as you stared at one another, waiting with bated breath for the other to dare and break the strange but welcoming atmosphere around you.

His hands came to wrap gently around your hands. Your heart quickened and pounded violently against your chest. You were frozen as his fingers softly caressed your cheek as he cupped your chin.

His lips brushed against your lips, so close but as if chasm was still between you. You tried to force yourself to speak, to break away from your thoughts and shatter this illusion your mind gave you before you were too deeply invested.

No sound left your lips, though, instead your mouth was covered by V’s own. The gentle sensation against your lips surprised you, almost as if you were dreaming. Your daring prince, however, intended to break that spell from you with this very kiss. It woke you from the trance you believed yourself to be trapped in, taking the fire in your heart from a lump of smoldering coal to a raging flame.

You threw your arms around his shoulders in response to pull him closer. The two of you tumbled back into the grass but the kiss was not broken.

His lips moved slowly against your own, soft and passionate, conveying all the affections he had held for you and you returned all of those you had tried to ignore. With this kiss alone, you felt as if you could melt into him, and you wished that this moment would never end.

Sadly your lungs demanded air and you two had to part. Emerging from the oceans of your affections with a deep inhale.

V’s breath was as uneven as your own as the two of you sat there in silence, gazing at each other, and listening to the sound of each breath you took. His forehead came to rest gently against your own, another contagious smile on his lips that infected your own. Neither of you spoke, just held each other close as you lied there in the midst of the park.

“Did you drop the camera?” A sudden panic hit you with the realization and you tried to sit up.

V held you in place, the smile still present on his lips. “No, I put it down before you dragged me to the ground.”

“I did not‒”

“Did you drop my glasses?” He cut you off.

Your panic shifted as you wiggled your fingers. His glasses tapped gently against his shoulder, still safely hooked in your fingers.

“Nope,” You let out a breath of relief, “I would never dare,” You added quickly, trying to hide your momentary panic of possibly ruining his glasses in your forgetfulness.

“Though…” Your voice was quiet as you trailed off, a sudden seriousness in your tone.

V rose a brow at you, his eyes still fixed on your face, taking in your concerned features as whatever thought ate away at you. “What is it?”

“I was just… just wondering if there was something we could do for your eyes…” Your fingers gently trailed over the corner of his eye. “I don’t know if you looked into it, but it’s a shame to lose this part of you.”

“I never really bothered me,” His tone was forlorn, “I came to terms with losing my sight until I met you.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and murmured your name, “I don’t think I can bear not to see your smile light up my every day now though.”

A gentle smile found its way onto your lips. Your eyes closed to relish in the sweet kiss as you tried to imprint the feeling in your mind forever.

“I love you,” You said softly.

“I love you too,” V whispered back.

You leaned up, pressing your lips gingerly against his own in another kiss.

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