#tired of things having to be time period accurate… couldn’t we just had a cute nice romance between a black woman and her himbo boyfriend

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At this point I would’ve preferred them keeping the damsel in distress plot point for Annette. Because. Wdym she was a slave and is now a metalbender. Who the hell are you talking about.

#yeah Maria and richter get to be mostly game accurate but Annette gets replaced by a random character that shares the same name as her #besides the whole ‘don’t call this shit a rondo of blood adaptations if you’re just going to change everything’ where the fuck is Dracula?? #yknow the guy they’re supposed to be fighting against. the set up for symphony of the night. that guy. #only slightly relevant to this post but black women never get to be the ones getting saved #oh boy I wonder why that happens (racism) #the other race changes were strange as well #me watching these two fine ass dark skin vampire serve that fuck ass bitch erzebeth 😐 #never played bloodlines but I’m sorry Elizabeth but they made you ugly☹️ #the fact the made Annette really aggressive too… read the wiki and what the fuck do you mean she makes fun of richter for running away for #*from* THE VAMPIRE THAT KILLED HIS MOM IN FRONT OF HIM #castlevania #castlevania anime #netflixvania tw #tired of things having to be time period accurate… couldn’t we just had a cute nice romance between a black woman and her himbo boyfriend #and Maria is there too I guess #although it’s always been her role in the story to just. be there

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hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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Please Fix the Story! - pt 15 - Vampire Romance

The story continues!

Masterpost linked here

Enjoy!

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“Class we have two new transfers today” The teacher announced cheerfully, ignoring the excited murmurs around the class. “This is Belaire and Alexander, they are a brother and sister who have recently moved to the area, please make them feel welcome!”  She turned towards us. “Would you like to tell us a little about yourselves?”

I stood up at the front of the classroom, feeling tired.

I hate high school so much.

I glanced over at Alex, like me he had camouflaged his red eyes with illusion magic, looking like a fairly normal seventeen year old male.  He looked over the students, his gaze stopping at the front row near the window, breaking out into a wide smile.

“Hello! I’m Alexander. I’m seventeen years old, and I’m looking forward to getting to know you all much better.” His eyes never left the object of their focus while he spoke, the intensity uncomfortable. I followed the trajectory of his gaze, and let out a sigh.

I guess I underestimated the pull of the heroine. I thought uncomfortably to the scene in his bedroom yesterday. He had woken up this morning perfectly normal, but continued to insist that he would go undercover at the school as well. Any time I tried to object he had grown angry, finally snarling at me to mind my own business. Throwing my hands up in the air, I had given up temporarily.

It’s like the reasonable brother I’ve known these past few days was just an illusion.

Everyone had turned towards me, waiting for my introduction. I sighed loudly. “She told you my name already. I’m… eighteen… I guess? I’m here to focus on learning so please keep your distance.”

There were a few disgruntled murmurs at my impolite words, but I ignored them. I wasn’t here to make friends.

The teacher’s smile stiffened in place. “Very… interesting. As for where to sit…” She scanned the room. There appeared to be two open seats, one in the back near the door and the other…

“I guess we’ll be neighbors.” Alexander grinned at Chelsea and stepped towards the empty seat next to her.

Only to fall flat on his face as I tripped him.

“Sorry, brother dearest, I’m a bit short sighted and need to sit near the front.” I stepped on his back, ignoring his grunt of pain and lightly sat down at the desk next to Chelsea. I glanced back at him, noting his gloomy expression and waved cheerfully.

“You…” His voice was a growl, only audible with my better than human hearing, but I interrupted him loudly, giving him a thumbs up.

“Thanks for being so understanding.”

Alex glared at me, and I smiled brightly back. I might not have been able to stop him from following the plot so far, but I’m not about to let him flirt with a confused adolescent right in front of me.

After a long moment, he stood back to his feet and headed towards the empty seat in the back.

“Wasn’t that a little mean?” Chelsea whispered to me, her eyes following his back a strange light in them. Strangely enough, she wasn’t overly concerned about him. If anything she looked… embarrassed. Compared to her tears and tantrums the last time I saw her, she seemed much more reasonable today.

Maybe she’s just not a night person?

“It was very kind, actually, once you take a longer view.” After all, he had committed double suicide after an unhealthy relationship with her in the original.

She seemed unconvinced. “Then why do you seem so… happy... when you watched him fall on his face?”

Oops, my inner villainess must have been leaking out a bit at that time. It was pretty fun to watch the hero fall though.

“It’s a vampire thing.” I answered finally. “You wouldn’t understand.”

She nodded innocently, not questioning further. I watched as she turned her attention to the teacher, taking notes diligently in a bright pink notebook.

You know, she’s a bit of a brat, but she seems fairly normal today... there may be hope for her yet. With Alexander’s recent changes, I might have more luck approaching the problem from her side instead.

My mind made up, I then looked back at the blackboard, wincing at the calculations written there.

Calculus, my mortal enemy… we meet again.

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After class I grabbed Chelsea’s hand, pulling her into the hallway. I could feel Alex’s angry glare on my back, but didn’t turn back to give him attention. Before we could get too far however, we were stopped by two teenage boys.

“You’re the new girl, right?” The boy flipped his overly long blond curls out of his eyes, leaning on the wall to block our path.

I stopped with a sigh. “So they tell me.”

The other boy chuckled at my words, leaning closer. “You don’t look half bad. How about you skip the next period and come out and play with us?”

Chelsea, looking nervous, hid behind my back at their words. “These two are trouble.” She whispered in my ear. “Their fathers are on the school board, so the headmaster turns a blind eye when they bully others.”

“I see…”

She took a deep breath, tears in her eyes. “If you run away now, I’ll try to distract them.”

Did she forget I’m a centuries old vampire? I couldn’t help but grin. Although this habit of saving people is what keeps getting her in trouble, I can’t help but find it a bit cute. Definitely need to protect the young from my brother.

“Hey, we’re talking to you!” The blond one snapped, growing impatient. “Don’t pretend like you’re not interested.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “If you come with us, we’ll show you a great time.”

“Well although that sounds about as appealing as dousing myself in gasoline and running through a burning building, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to pass.”  I crossed my arms and grinned. “If you don’t like it, feel free to start a fight. It’s been a while since I got to beat up idiots, I’m starting to get a bit itchy.”

“…” Both of them stared in shocked silence for a few moments, until it was interrupted by Chelsea’s laughter. Turning red at the sound, the closest boy raised a fist, preparing to strike me.

“You…”

BAM!

He went flying backwards at a high speed, hitting the lockers behind him with a loud crash, denting the metal in. His buddy fell to the ground with a frightened squeal, staring up at the assailant with horror.

“Sorry.” Liam grinned, not looking very sorry. “Didn’t see you there.”

“W-who are you?” The terrified boy asked.

“I’m the new gym teacher.” Liam cracked his knuckles, staring down at him with a frightening smile. “Looks like you two boys have got some extra energy, trying to pick up my wife… I mean pick up this random high school student that I don’t know at all.”

“What?” The confused boy had no time to protest before he was lifted up by his collar. Liam dragged him behind him, picking up the other that had been thrown into the lockers as well. “Time for some special hell punishment… cough… I mean personalized training.”

“Do you know who my father is?!”

“I’m shaking with fear.” With a cheerful wave back towards me, Liam dragged the two boys away, leaving us to stare after him in silence.

“That’s… your husband?” She asked timidly.

“Yep.”

“He’s human, right?”

“Last time I checked.”

“Is he always so….”

“Yep.”

She grinned. “That’s so sweet. I want to have a romance like yours one day.”

Hmm. 

I pulled her into an empty classroom, staring at her for a few moments. After a short uncomfortable silence, she turned red.

“What is it?”

“Why are you so different today?” I asked quietly. “When you came by that night, you were a lot more… excitable.”

She winced at my words, shaking her head slowly. “I …” She trailed off, obviously unsure of what to say.

“You acted like I was your mortal enemy. Now you’re so friendly, and I’m not sure what to do with it.”

Chelsea stared at me for a few silent moments, and then rubbed her face with her hand. “I don’t know if I can explain this, it seems too strange.”

So says the heroine of a failed novel to a world traveling amnesiac.

I suppressed a smile. “Try me.”

“A few days ago, I woke up in the middle of the night, and something had… changed.” She sighed softly. “I felt panicked, lost. It was as if the world had shifted somehow, and left me without a place.”

“Shifted…” A few days ago… that would have been around the time I woke up in this world.

“I know this sounds crazy. I had already met Alex before this, and thought he was handsome and cool but that was it. He wasn’t that important to me right then.  But after that… shift… I started obsessing over him. Wondering where he was, worrying that he wasn’t thinking about me. I received that letter, and it seemed to confirm my worst fears.” She stood up, pacing around the room uncomfortably. “I was frantic by the time I showed up in front of you. I was convinced that you were trying to separate us, that you hated me because I was human… I wasn’t willing to listen.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description of how you were… so what changed?”

She looked embarrassed. “Last night, it shifted back. It didn’t make sense. I felt a sharp pain, so severe that I thought I was dying. But once it passed, I felt… relieved. The world was right, I was no longer lost. It was like my place in the world was secure once more. When I saw you and Alexander this morning, it was horrifying to think of how I had behaved.”

“…” I couldn’t help but think of Alexander’s episode yesterday, which seemed strangely similar. When he was being reasonable, she felt lost and hysterical. Now that he’s obsessed with her again, she’s back to normal?

Something is wrong with this world.

“I know this doesn’t excuse how poorly I’ve acted.” Chelsea sat back down next to me, her eyes slightly wet with tears. “But I am sorry. I am grateful that you’ve gone to all this trouble to protect me. “

I patted her head. “It’s fine. We’ll help you out.”

“Thanks!”

“I do stand by what I said last time though: you shouldn’t be in a romantic relationship with Alex right now. You are a teenager and he is a centuries old being. Allow yourself the space and time to grow up, to enjoy your life without being pressured into life-altering decisions by an adult who is almost fifteen times your age.”

Chelsea paused at that, and then nodded slowly. “It makes sense when you say it today.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “I just don’t know if I’ll still be rational about it later.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you whether you are rational or not.”

“…” Her eyes reddened at my words, and she threw herself forward, hugging me tightly.

“Thank you!”

“It’s fine… could you stop choking me?”

“You’re like the sister I’ve always wanted!”

“Sounds good… please let go.” How many times would I have suffocated in this world if I wasn’t already undead?

She finally released me, sniffing loudly. “So can I consider you a friend?”

I held up a finger. “On one condition:”

She nodded.

“Try to restrain the crying at everything.” If I’m going to be spending my time with the heroine, I’ll need all the crying-free time I can get.

She blinked rapidly, stopping the tears in her eyes from overflowing. “Deal!”

I let out a sigh of relief, shaking her hand firmly. “See, this is nice. I don’t get many nice calm moments like this…”

CRASH!

Four men broke through the window wearing bronze masks and brandishing weapons. “Kill the vampire scum and her minion!”

“… Curse my unlucky mouth! I really need to stop making vague foreshadowing statements!”  I pushed Chelsea towards the door. “Go get Liam.”

She nodded, but then halted at the door. “What about you?”

“I’m a vampire queen.” I grinned, showing my fangs. “You should be worried about them.”

She ran out, and I blocked the men from following her.

“Don’t let her get away!”

“Fool! We need to kill this monstrous hag first, then we’ll go after the brat that serves her.”

I paused at their words. “Excuse me? Did you just call me a hag?”

The leader of the four snarled at me. “Silence, foul demon!”

I grabbed a desk chair, snapping off a leg. “No, no no, don’t go changing your insults now. I already heard it, and I must say that I’m very offended right now!”

I let go of my disguise completely, allowing my eyes and hair to become a bright red once more.

“Unfortunately for you, I think I’m going to take out my frustration at your poor choice of words by beating it out of you.” I brandished my makeshift club.  “Try not to die, okay? I need to get confessions out of you later.”

“Don’t listen to her lies! We outnumber her!”

I laughed out loud, going full on villainess laugh with glee. Snapping my fingers, I spread my dark magic towards the doors and windows, sealing the exits, blackening all the lights.

The room plunged into complete darkness.

“You should have brought more men.”

With that, I leapt forward, club raised.

It was a one sided battle. Unable to see in the darkness, the humans flailed around, trying to corner me by the sounds in the room. To me, who could see perfectly, this provided a  source of amusement, including leading them into swinging at each other and injuring themselves. Eventually I tired of playing with them, and with four hard taps, knocked the men unconscious.  I dissipated my dark magic, just in time for the door to burst open and for Alexander and Liam to rush into the room.

“WIFE!” Liam ran towards me, somehow managing to step on all four assailants before reaching my side. He picked me up, squeezing me tightly in his arms. “Are you okay?”

“… You realize she’s standing calmly in a room with four unconscious assassins.” Alexander knelt next to one of the men. “I’m pretty sure she’s fine.”

“’Pretty sure’ is not good enough!” Liam held me up in the air, turning me around, looking concerned.

“Liam, I’m fine, you can put me down.”

“… Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“I can hold you longer, there’s no need for you to be tired.”

“Remember what I said when I agreed to let you be a teacher in this school?”

“…” Liam set me down, hanging his head. “You said don’t be creepy.”

“That’s right, everyone thinks that I’m a teenager and you’re a student. You can’t act like you usually do.”

“But you’re older than me! And we’re newly married!” Liam scuffed his foot against the ground, managing to grind his shoe on the head of one of my attackers. “It’s not fair!”

“We’re in high school. What ever made you think that life here would be fair?”

Liam tilted his head, seeming confused. “Why do you hate high school so much? Did you even go to one? You were a teenager centuries ago.”

I’ve lived multiple lifetimes as the side character or villainess in the worst version of high school to ever exist: teen romance high schools. I shuddered at the memory, patting his shoulder. “Just trust me on this one.”

“Can we focus, please?” Alex interrupted our conversation with a rude tone. “The important thing is that someone put Chelsea in danger.”

“Actually she was relatively very safe, she left the room before any fighting…”

“She’s such a special person, of course these groups covet her.” Alex looked down at the unconscious men with a sneer. “I have to protect her. I’ll pull her out of school, she can stay with me for now...”

PSST!

I pulled my brother behavior modification tool out of my bag and sprayed his face multiple times.

“BAD VAMPIRE! No stalking or kidnapping teenage girls!”

He wiped his face, his eyes changing back to a bright red in his anger. “Can you cut that out?!”

“I will when you stop being a creep.”

“You’re such a bit…”

PSST!

To my surprise, Liam took out a bottle and sprayed Alex before I could react. Seeing my look of confusion, he smiled. “Selina gave me an extra, said I would need it if you were going to be around so many hormonal teenagers.”

“That reminds me, what happened to those two boys from earlier?”

Liam let out an ominous laugh. “Nothing permanent.”

“Don’t ignore me!” Alex shouted. “This is about keeping Chelsea safe!”

“Exactly.” I waved the bottle of garlic water in the air. “Which is why she’s not staying with you. I’ll protect her.”

“Belaire are you okay?!!” Before Alex could respond, a tearful voice called out from the doorway. I turned, just in time to see Chelsea throw herself at me, crying.

“I was so worried about you!”

“I told you I’d be fine.”

“But you were outnumbered!”

“They could have brought an army, and I still would win.” I patted her head. “Trust in your friend.”

“…okay.”

“Now didn’t you just promise me that you wouldn’t cry so much?”

She laughed stepping away and wiping her tears. “Sorry.”

“…”

“…”

Liam and Alexander stared at us in shock.

Alex recovered first. “Since when are you two so close?”

Chelsea’s smile faded a little as she turned towards him. “We’re friends now.”

“But she’s standing in the way of our relationship!”

“We’re not in a relationship.”

“Don’t lie!”

PSST!

Liam stepped between them, spraying Alex again, looking confused. “Is it just me or did we just have this conversation, but with the roles reversed?”

“I’ll explain it later, dear.” I knelt down next to the unconscious men. “Now help me tie them up.”

As we restrained the men, ignoring Alex’s furious sputters. Eventually, the leader of the group woke up first, his initial confusion fading into horror as he stared up at us.

“Don’t be scared.” I smiled at him. “I’m just going to ask you a few questions.”

Liam cracked his knuckles. “Unless you plan on disrespecting my wife. Then you should be terrified.”

Chelsea also tried to crack her knuckles, looking much less terrifying. “Yeah, what he said.”

“…” Everyone, including the assassin, stopped and stared at her.

I patted her head. “I appreciate the thought, but stick to your strengths.” Turning back towards the captive man, I continued. “Now, who sent you?”

He glared at me. “Vampire scum, my brothers will hunt you down and send your soul back to Hell!”

Liam frowned. “Vampire hunter? I don’t recognize him.”

“Not everyone was willing to work under a traitor like you. His eyes were wide and fanatic as his speech became pressured. “A new world is coming, one which has no place for monsters and human traitors! We will cleanse this world of its filth! The flames of judgment will consume you, and we will watch with joy as you suffer!”

I rolled my eyes. “What a pleasant gentleman.”

“He’s certainly… passionate?” Chelsea shrugged.

The man looked up at her. “Foolish girl. You sided with these monsters. You betrayed your kind, and will be the first to fall!”

I saw something flash by me, and shouted “WE NEED HIM ALIVE…!”

SLASH

The man’s throat was cut, his blood soaking the front of his clothing as his wide shocked gaze met my own. His body slumped to the floor. Alex stepped back, wiping the blood from his hands, seeming calm.

“I won’t let anyone who threatens her to live.”

“Oh, isn’t that sweet.” I smiled, and then reared back and punched him.

As he hit the floor with a groan, I leaned over. “We needed him to talk, idiot. To protect Chelsea, I need to know who is behind these men. You are not this stupid, Alex. What’s wrong with you?”

“You don’t understand!”

I grabbed his collar, pulling his face close to my own. “You’re right, because I’m actually using my brain.”

“We have three other…” He paused looking over, as there were light groans from the other side of the room.

The three other men convulsed, white foam spilling from their lips.

“Poison.” I growled, dropping Alex and stepping away, frustrated. I searched the bodies. Beyond silver knives, there was nothing on their bodies. I turned the leaders head to the side, ignoring the large wound in his neck, and found a marking at the side.

A black rose.

A quick look confirmed that the other men had the same tattoo on their neck.

“Liam, do you recognize this?”

He shook his head, frustrated. “I don’t.”

Liam contacted his group, bringing in men to dispose of the bodies. As they cleaned up the room, he pulled me to the side, a sulking expression on his face.

“I need to return to the headquarters and look into this. I’m worried they might have ties to the hunters.”

I reached out and touched his cheek, smiling. “I understand.”

“It’s not fair! We’re finally married!” He frowned, picking me up and hugging me. “…But bringing a vampire into the hunters headquarters doesn’t seem like the best idea.”

“I’ll let Chelsea stay with me tonight and protect her. Don’t worry, and come home soon.”

He pulled me in, kissing me. “I’ll come back as fast as I can. Please be safe.”

“I will.” I squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I promise.”

________________________

It took very little effort to convince Chelsea to come stay with me that night. I was mildly worried about how quickly she trusted me.

But I guess that’s her problem in the story, right? She kept saving people with ties to the supernatural world and trusting everything they say.

Alex on the other hand, argued heatedly all the way to the castle once he heard she was planning to stay in my suite. As we entered the front hall, he grabbed my arm, snarling.

“This is ridiculous! I should be taking care of her!”

PSST!

Feeling bored, I sprayed him. “Maybe I need to put a more effective fluid in here? Like adding silver powder?”

He shook his head, garlic water dripping from his hair. “I don’t trust you to keep her safe!”

PSST!

Chelsea sprayed him this time. She held up the bottle, grinning. “Your husband gave this to me, saying it was useful!”

“That was the right thing to do.” I smiled back. “You keep that with you.”

“Miss… is this… person… staying here.” Selina arrived silently, a look of disapproval on her face.

“She’s going to be in my suite, Selina, please prepare her room.”

Chelsea turned to her, reaching out a hand. “I’m sorry for my actions the other day, Selina. I hope you can forgive me.”

Selina stared at her silently for a few moments. “Try to keep your hormones contained, teenager.”

“Umm… Sure, I promise.”

“… I haven’t teenaged-proofed the rooms. ” She let out a long sigh. “I’ll go prepare the bed… and place protective coverings on the furniture and carpets.”

Chelsea turned towards me, confused by the obvious hostility of my butler. I patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Selina just doesn’t like teenagers.”

“That’s reasonable. I don’t like them either, and I am one.”

We laughed, heading up together.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m staying with you?” Chelsea seemed nervous. “I don’t want to cause you more trouble.” 

“It will be fine.” I grinned, “You’re in the center of my territory now. What could go wrong?”

“... Didn’t you say you were going to stop making vague foreshadowing statements?”

“...” I patted her head silently, having no words to reply. 

________________________

I got her settled into a secure room in the suite after dinner. There were no windows, with only a single entryway through the door. Wishing her goodnight, I set up a chair in front of her doorway, ready to guard through the night.

Fortunately I’m a vampire and don’t really need to sleep.

After a few hours, just past midnight, I heard footsteps leading up the nearby stairs. I jumped to my feet, taking a defensive posture. “Who’s there?”

Alex stumbled up the stairs, his face pale, a pained expression on his face. “Bel?”

“Alex, what is going…”

He collapsed to the ground in front of me, grabbing his head, as I head him whisper.

“Help me.”

#writing #please fix the story #fantasy #vampires #fighting #violence #high school is back #belaire loves it

[buckyodinson]

A Date in History (Frankie Morales x Reader)

Summary: you and Frankie go on a date to a museum, and softness ensues

Word count: 2k

Warnings: FLUFF, softness all round, Frankie being a complete nerd in the museum, like just complete sweetheart Frankie Morales

A/N: I’ve spent all week doing research for my dissertation (which is about the importance of museums for children’s learning), so I’ve been reading a lot of articles about how great museums are! I, myself, am a massive museum nerd, and I go all the time to all the different museums in London, and after all my reading, I had a thought about how cute a museum date with Frankie would be, and then this happened! This is pure self-indulgence, and I hope you enjoy! And this photo just gives me Frankie vibes too so here!

There was a chill in the air of your bedroom when you awoke. The sunlight seeping through the curtains was warm on the little sliver of exposed skin it touched, but otherwise, the bedroom was pretty cold. You wrapped yourself further into the sheets and as you turned over, you were met with an empty bed. You frowned as you realised Frankie must have opened a window somewhere and that’s why you were so cold. You laid eyes on the clock on Frankie’s bedside table and groaned at it’s mocking numbers, reading a bright 8:03AM.

Too early to be awake on a Sunday when you had nothing to do.

You were roused from your staring match with the numbers by a low humming out in the hallway. Frankie soon appeared in the doorway holding two mugs, smiling warmly at you. His hair was sticking out all over the place and you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. If you had to be up this early, at least it was with him.

“Morning sweetheart.” he murmured as he carefully climbed into bed, waiting for you to sit up before he handed you your mug. He planted a ghost of a kiss on your lips as you took the mug from his grip. You wrapped your hands around the mug, sighing at it’s warmth, and you heard a rumble of a laugh bubble in Frankie’s chest as he watched you.

“It’s a Sunday, why are we awake so early?” the end of your question trailed off into a yawn and you gave Frankie a pointed look as if to say ‘see - it is too early’.

“Because we have plans.”

“We do?” you wracked your brain, staring down at the drink in your mug as you tried to remember what past-you had stupidly agreed to do on a Sunday morning.

“Well, not exactly. But I was hoping to take you out on a date today?” his sheepish smile warmed your heart more than the drink currently in your hands.

“A date?” you squinted your eyes and smiled into your drink.

“Yeah, if you’re up for it?”

“I’d go anywhere with you, Frankie. Even if it is early on a Sunday.” you shuffled closer to him and dropped your head on his shoulder, feeling his own head rest softly atop yours a few seconds later.

“So where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.” you swore you could hear the smirk on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. You felt young again, like when you and Frankie first got together, and you’d take the other for surprise dates whenever you could.

You chatted aimlessly in bed for a little while longer until you both finished your drinks, before taking a shower together and getting ready.

“Do I need to dress up or is it a casual place?” you called out to Frankie in the bathroom, as you mulled over two outfits you’d laid out on the bed.

“Wear whatever you want, sweetheart!”

“That doesn’t help!”

He chucked as he came into the room shirtless, wrapping his arms around you and dropping his chin to your shoulder. He studies the two outfits for a moment before pointing at the more casual one, “That’ll do.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and walks back to the bathroom to carry on getting ready.

Once you’re out of the house, you walk down the street to the local cafe you both love. It’s a sweet little family-run business, and you’re both friendly with the owners, who are always happy to see the pair of you. You have a nice little breakfast, with you still trying to get Frankie to tell you where he’s taking you. He just smiles as he shoves another forkful of pancakes into his mouth, chuckling softly at the glare you give him.

Once you’re back out on the street and walking around again, you try to make sense of the nonsensical direction Frankie is walking you around in as you chat.

“Where are you taking me?” you pout your lips and give him puppy-dog eyes.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t have anywhere in mind.” he gives you a boyish smile.

You give him a quizzical look and he carries on, “I just thought a day out would be fun. See where our feet take us. We can go back if you want to?”

“Of course not, Frankie. I’m very happy to carry on wandering around with you.” you lean up to press a kiss to his lips before you carry on walking the neighbourhood.

You stop quite often to take pictures of pretty things you notice, though you’re sure your camera roll is more selfies and candids of Frankie than the actual sights you saw. And if you looked at Frankie’s camera roll, you’d see a bunch of photos of you too.

Sometime in the early afternoon, you turn a corner into a much busier street than you’d experienced all day. When you followed the crowd, you came upon a museum. You gave each other a ‘why not?’ look before climbing the steps to the entrance.

And it turned out to be the best decision. Frankie had the biggest grin on his face as he took in all the fossils and skeletons that were on display as you walked through. He was more excited than the children who were running around the exhibits, and it brought the biggest smile to your face to see him so intrigued by everything. He’d read every little bit of information next to different objects, pointing at things he found particularly interesting.

You accumulated so many photos of him deep in thought as he looked over old fossils or with a beaming smile as he looked at some kind of reconstructed dinosaur skeleton. There were different interactive things in the exhibits - that you’re sure were aimed at children - that you took part in. You took selfies in some of the hats and period-accurate costumes there were to try on, giggling as you tried to keep straight faces to match the ones in the paintings.

You even sat and listened to a talk (again, mostly aimed at children) about how the excavation process works for digging up very fragile objects. The same wonder was still present on Frankie’s face, and it made your heart swell. He seemed so content to just stay in the museum all day, and you were more than happy to do the same, so long as you were with him.

As you explored more of the exhibits, holding Frankie’s hand tightly, all you could think about was how you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. Yeah, getting dressed up for fancy dinners could be fun, but this was so much more you. Getting to walk around a museum and have fun all day perfectly encapsulated everything about you and Frankie. It’s the simple things in life.

Doing stuff like this for the rest of your life sounded perfect.

And evidently, the same thoughts were running through Frankie’s brain as you explored. As the evening approached, the crowds around the museum died down, and the exhibits got much quieter. Frankie grew a little quieter himself as you reached the space section of the museum, but you didn’t think too much of it, assuming he was starting to grow tired. There was a little planetarium room you assume is meant for small groups of school children to explore, and you and Frankie were the only people in there as you looked up at all the screens and projections. He let go of your hand briefly to point up at one of the constellations, and you laughed as he made a joke about it being inappropriately shaped.

But then you turned around to find Frankie down on one knee with a small box in his hands, and you gasped, tears already threatening to fall at the look of pure adoration on his face, which was only highlighted by the soft hues of the lights dancing in the room.

“I’ve known for the longest time that you were the one for me. The years I’ve spent with you have been the best of my life. Undoubtedly. I’ve done terrible things in the past, and I still don’t quite understand what you see in me,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, and you can hear the nerves in his voice as it falters slightly, “But I’m a better man because of you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and prove that I’m worthy of your love. So... Y/N, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world - or I guess universe is more fitting right now?” he gestures to all the projections still playing around you, biting his lip as he waits for your reply.

“Of course, Frankie.” you choke out a sob and nod your head frantically as he takes the beautifully dainty ring out of the box and slips it onto your finger. A perfect fit. He stands up and pulls you against him for the most bruising kiss you think you’ve ever shared. You pull away and berate him briefly for the ‘worthy’ comment in his proposal before pressing a kiss to his nose.

He pulls back, beaming, and lets out a deep breath, “Thank God.” he chuckles as he rests his forehead against yours. 

“Were you nervous?” you smiled warmly up at him as he wiped the tears from your cheeks, and the action makes you realise there are tears in his own eyes too.

“Are you kidding me?! Of course I was, sweetheart. I was worried you’d say no.”

“Never in a million years could I say no to this face, Mr. Morales.” you scratch at his scruff and laugh at the groan that rumbles in the back of his throat.

“Lucky me.” he pulls you in for another kiss, pulling your body impossibly close again.

“Mrs. Morales. I like the sound of that.” you smirk as you pull back.

“Me too...” he holds a hand out for you to take as you start to walk out of the planetarium, “... me too.”

You’re walking down the corridor towards the exit when you hear someone shouting from behind you “Wait!! Please! Excuse me?!”

You both turn to see a young girl in a shirt with the museum logo jogging towards you with an envelope in her hand. She catches her breath as she stops in front of you, sheepishly holding the envelope out for you to take.

“I hope this doesn’t come off as creepy, but the planetarium is rigged up with cameras so we can take pictures of the kids that they can take home. And I was getting ready to power them all down when I saw you two in there. Once I realised what was happening, I managed to grab some pictures of you.” she smiled nervously as you opened the envelope.

You were floored at the photos inside. There was one of Frankie on his knee before you’d turned around. Then one of you once you saw him, the shock evident on your face. Then closer up shots of your faces. And you kissing. And finally, you pressed against each other with your foreheads connected, looking into one another’s eyes. All of them were stunning, due to the projections and soft hues of blue and purple of the planetarium.

You felt a new set of tears threatening to fall as you looked over them, “Thank you so much. These are beautiful.” you didn’t miss the way the younger girl relaxed at your words. You chatted with her briefly and she took your email address so she could send you digital copies of the photos too. You definitely gave her a hug before you and Frankie left too.

By the time you walked back home, they were sat waiting in your inbox, and you stuck the physical copies up on the wall of your living room before retiring to bed for the night.

It’d been a long day, but you definitely weren’t mad at Frankie for making you get up early on a Sunday anymore.

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[cheri-translates]

[CN] ASMR Transcripts (Lucien)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for ASMRs which have not been released in English servers! 🍒

This post contains transcripts of the following:

> eating on the sly - 偷吃

> unexpected night - 意外之夜

> whispers on a quiet night - 静夜私语

> dazed - 迷乱

eating on the sly - 偷吃

[ sound of footsteps ]

What’s wrong?

Walking quietly on your tiptoes - are you preparing to open the refrigerator?

[ flipping of paper ]

Why are you walking towards the kitchen then?

Come here.

Sit next to me.

[ MC walks over to him and sits down ]

Didn’t you say you were going to sleep early starting from tonight?

You want to eat desserts?

If I remember correctly,

It seems you just went to see the dentist yesterday.

You needed to do so for a photoshoot?

Are you sure you aren’t lying me?

[ rustling noises ]

Silly.

It’s not that I don’t believe you.

[ rustling noises, then Lucien sighs ]

I can’t do anything about you.

But let’s make it clear.

You can only have one share.

[ Lucien walks to the fridge and returns. MC starts eating, cutlery clinking ]

Eat slowly.

It’s all yours.

This bite is for me?

All right.

But I might not be able to give a professional assessment.

[ Lucien takes a sexy bite ]

Mm.

The method of preparation and taste are very authentic.

[ sexy biting noises ]

The only flaw… hmm… its sweetness seems to be on the high side.

[ cutlery clinking sounds ]

Eh? Why have you stopped eating?

Your teeth hurt?

As expected.

I shouldn’t have agreed to let you eat it.

Does it hurt a lot?

Wipe your mouth first.

[ tissue sounds ]

Open your mouth and let me have a look.

Your teeth don’t seem to have any issues.

As for your gums…

Why do they look so red and swollen?

[ Lucien sighs ]

Looks like from today onwards,

You won’t be able to eat desserts for a period of time.

This…

[ Lucien takes the dessert ]

I’ll be taking it away.

Sit here obediently.

I’ll bring the painkiller spray over.

[ Lucien walks away, rifles through a cupboard, then returns ]

Come here and put your head on my lap.

Don’t move.

Nothing.

But if you keep moving, I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen.

Open your mouth.

“Ahh”

Open wider.

Wider.

Mm.

[ spraying sounds ]

What’s wrong?

It sprayed onto your face?

Didn’t you agree not to move around?

[ Lucien grabs a tissue and wipes MC’s face ]

Even though this is a painkiller spray

It doesn’t have many irritants.

But you still need to clean it with water to prevent any remnants.

[ Lucien wipes MC’s face ]

Let me have a look.

[ Lucien wipes MC’s face ]

Mm. Wiped clean.

Still want me to wipe it a little more?

Persevere for a while longer.

[ Spraying sounds ]

After spraying, keep it in your mouth for a while.

Don’t swallow it.

For around a minute.

The instructions say that doing so will allow the medicinal effects to be optimised.

All right, I’ll have to trouble you to persevere for a while.

[ Lucien walks away to store the spray into a cupboard. Then, he returns ]

Is it very bitter?

The pain hasn’t eased?

Hmm… If it’s bitter, shake your hand.

It the pain hasn’t eased, nod your head.

Good. If it hasn’t eased, you might have to disturb the doctor tomorrow.

[ Lucien flips through some documents ]

Almost done.

Give it a try - does it still hurt as much as before?

Mm. It’s good that it doesn’t hurt.

Your expression just now - you looked like you were suffering.

[ Lucien laughs ]

Are you genuinely tired, or are you trying to change the topic?

[ rustling noises ]

But it is time to sleep.

Why are you looking at the fridge again?

[ Lucien sighs ]

Looking at me like that - does it mean you want to eat?

You agreed just now.

Only once.

Hm?

[ Lucien sighs ]

Even if you need it for work purposes, you can’t.

You don’t have to put on a brave front.

The job of being a taste tester - you can give it to someone else.

Or once you’re well, you can taste test as much as you want.

So, promise me.

Go to sleep now. All right?

Mm. That’s being obedient, and worthy of a reward.

As for the contents of the reward…

How about this?

[ Lucien kisses MC. Once. Twice. Thrice. ]

Why are you hiding so far away?

This isn’t called taking advantage of somebody’s difficulties.

It’s called “compensation”.

[ Lucien laughs ]

I’ll stop messing around.

Go on. Wash your face and rinse your mouth.

After that, return to the room and sleep. Okay?

unexpected night - 意外之夜

You’re back.

Why are you being so secretive today?

What are you hiding behind your back?

Hm?

[ rustling of bag ]

Spicy duck clavicle?

Let me guess. Is it because I mentioned that I’ve never had duck clavicle before? Which is why you specially bought it for me to try?

Hmm. I am indeed quite curious.

In order not to disappoint you, it looks like I’ll sample it properly.

[ rustling of bag ]

Mm. It smells fragrant.

It feels like there are a mix of various spices.

Mm. Right now, another sweet fragrance has been mixed together with it.

You can’t wait for me to try it? Hm? I’ll try it.

[ rustling of bag and Lucien’s crunching ]

Mm. It’s a little different from what I imagined.

When it first enters my mouth, it’s sweet.

After chewing for a while, it becomes a little spicy.

The meat is very firm.

[ more Lucien munching sounds ]

Mm. Delicious.

A greedy cat looks like she’s about to start drooling.

Come and eat it together with me.

[ rustling of bag and Lucien chewing sounds ]

Hm. So this is the flavour you like.

If I ever chance upon similar small bites, I’ll remember to bring some back.

After all, as compared to enjoying these delicacies myself, I obtain more satisfaction when watching you eat.

Especially when I think of how this cute sight of you eating is something only I can enjoy.

Come to think of it, I seem to have discovered something. Lean closer, and I’ll tell you.

Hmm… I discovered that when compared with the clavicle you’re eating now, yours looks even more tempting. Could I have a try?

Why are you hiding so far away from me? Are you afraid the oil on my hands would get onto you? All right, I’ll stop teasing you. Eat quickly.

[ more crunching ]

Hm? I can take my spices?

I guess you could say that. The sense of spiciness is more accurately the burning sensation created by the capsaicin stimulating the tongue. This is why we often say that spice is a type of pain rather than a taste.

Perhaps I am not as sensitive to this type of pain.

[ rustling of bag, footsteps, sound of running water ]

However, I don’t think this is an ability that one should be envious of.

People who are more sensitive to such pain are better able to experience the stimulation caused by spicy tastes. Am I right?

Realistically speaking, I’m very curious about such tastes.

I even want to give it a try.

For example, like you – eating until your mouth has become red, and your eyes are red too. As though it’s a special experience. Subtle pain is often more stimulating to the senses.

Many people cannot resist such stimulation.

Especially when it comes to a greedy cat who can’t resist temptation.

However, the thing that was originally meant for me to eat ended up being eaten by you.

How should I punish you?

Hmm. As compared to the spiciness from the food, here. Your slightly swollen lips and their redness - they present a greater temptation to me.

One cannot help but want to give it a try.

[ Lucien kisses MC ]

Mm, delicious.

This is also considered a dirty trick?

Hmm, if that’s the case, it does make sense.

After all, you specially bought this delicious food for me, and yet I’m bullying you.

It is a little too much.

In that case, how do you want to punish me back?

How about punishing me by letting me kiss you two more times?

Hm? I can’t do that?

How about this. You set the rules. Whatever you allow me to do, I will do.

Punishment time will last till you’re satisfied. Is that okay?

dazed - 迷乱

[ Lucien’s breathing ]

Sorry.

Did I wake you?

Just continue sleeping. Nothing’s wrong.

[ rustling of sheets ]

I’m not lying to you.

Aren’t I all right and laying by your side? I’m not going anywhere.

Hmm...

It’s true that I can’t really sleep.

I wanted to disturb you.

But when I saw you sleeping so soundly, I couldn’t bear to disturb you.

Okay.

When I can’t sleep next time, I’ll tell you.

[ MC takes something ]

That thing in your hand -

Is that the “Unhappy Blind Box” you gave me? I’m not unhappy.

I just want to take a look.

Maybe that note had accidentally fallen off.

Even if I’m not unhappy,

I can take a look at what you’ve prepared for me.

[ box sounds ]

Mm.

I really want to open it and take a look.

I really, really want to.

Really?

[laughs] Okay.

We’ll treat this as a small exception.

It will definitely not set a precedence.

Mm.

What’s stored in this box

Seems to be a somewhat special coin.

A prop for hypnosis?

So that when I’m unhappy, I can be hypnotized and forget my unhappiness? 

[laughs]

I don’t need such props.

I’ve already been hypnotized by you since a long time ago.

It’s not that I don’t trust it.

It’s just that from a scientific viewpoint...

[laughs] Okay.

I’ll trust that it’s a prop that can hypnotize a person.

You want to prove its efficacy?

[ MC takes the coin out of the box ]

Looks like I’ve completely roused you from sleep, haven’t I? Let’s give it a try then.

I’ll help prove it to you.

Mm.

I’ve already been hypnotized by you.

[ Lucien’s breathing ]

How I feel now...

A little warm.

Because you’re leaning in very close.

How could I dislike it?

You could even come a little closer.

The closer the better.

These are words from my heart, of course.

After all,

Right now, I’m under your hypnosis.

I’ll do everything according to what you say.

Anything at all.

You’re the cutest person in the world.

I won’t remember everything that happens during the hypnosis. I’m lying down properly.

Touch me? Of course you can.

Anywhere is fine.

[laughs]

It feels a little ticklish.

Warm?

Me?

I don’t feel that way though.

Nope.

You’re the first person to touch me like this.

Mm, very comfortable.

If you continue,

I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen.

Are you still going to continue?

[laughs]

Based on your typical rash and curious style,

I even thought you wouldn’t stop.

I’m not lying.

I said that I’d help you prove

That it’s a prop which can hypnotize a person

Aren’t I doing what you said?

Saying that you’re the cutest person in the world -

It’s naturally words from my heart.

Lay down properly.

I’ll let you,

Just like this,

Touch me.

[ Lucien’s breathing + kiss ]

Here.

[kiss]

Here.

[kiss]

And here.

Does it feel comfortable?

I also want you to experience what I felt earlier. Right now, you can’t sleep even if you wanted to. I’ve found a way to fall asleep.

Only you can help me.

whispers on a quiet night - 靜夜私語

Come in.

Just put it on the table.

You’ve worked hard.

Head home early.

[ clinking sounds ]

There’s no need to keep the equipment over there.

I’ll need to use them later.

You…

…what are you doing here?

You’re here to help me.

Where’s Pete?

You’ve already let him return?

Of course it isn’t a problem.

It’s just that

I didn’t expect for you to appear here…

I’m a little surprised…

However…

I like this surprise very much.

How is this teasing you?

Could it be… that you don’t like this?

[laughs] That’s good.

Give me a moment.

I’ll be done soon.

[ clinking sounds + footsteps ]

All right.

I’m off work now.

Let’s return to the office first.

Why is your hand so cold?

Are you cold?

In that case…

[ Lucien blows on MC’s hand ]

Is it a little warmer now?

[laughs] Silly. There’s nothing on your face.

It’s just that

I simply want to look at you.

Really.

Just simply looking.

I’m not lying.

Mm… I’ve been wanting to ask since just now.

This white coat on you

It seems a little big.

Hm.

This piece of clothing -

Is it mine?

Hm. Let me have a proper look.

[laughs] I’ve seen it clearly.

It’s indeed mine. [laughs]

In that case, I’ll be taking back my earlier comment.

Hmm. This white coat -

It’s very suitable on you.

It looks very nice.

You look like a professional and qualified assistant.

Does this count as acting shamelessly?

But

I’m just saying what I genuinely think. Is that not allowed?

[laughs] All right, I’ll stop teasing you.

Wait for me to send a report.

Hold on for a while longer.

Is that okay?

[ footsteps + typing ]

Hm?

Working overnight today -

Pete told you about it?

Mm.

It’s only for today.

I’ll be resting tomorrow.

Really.

[sighs] All right.

Let’s…

Eh? What’s wrong?

All right, I’ll sit down.

Judging from your expression,

It seems you’re going to criticize me.

Mm.

I was wrong.

I promised you -

To get off work punctually,

And get rest punctually.

Today is an exception.

It won’t happen again.

[laughs] All right.

Pinky promise.

[ typing sounds ]

You… even brought a bolster over.

Are you… intending to give me a massage?

[laughs] Here?

Sure.

I’ll listen to you.

In that case… could I request for this little assistant

To help me remove my spectacles first?

[ sound of spectacles being removed ]

Thank you.

Next,

I’ll leave myself to you.

Mm.

Your bolster is very soft

It’s very comfortable.

It feels

Very easy to fall asleep.

It’s okay even if I fall asleep?

But

You’re here.

I can’t bear to sleep.

Are you going to start?

All right.

[ Lucien breathes ]

Hm?

It doesn’t hurt.

[ Lucien winces ]

It’s a little painful.

It’s a very comfortable type of pain.

Because the spots you located are very accurate.

[ Lucien breathes ]

Hm?

I’m not laughing at you.

I just think

You really do look like a “professional”.

Of course, it isn’t just because of the white coat.

You know much more than I can imagine.

For instance,

Professionally planning my work and rest,

Professionally curing fatigue,

No matter whether it’s physical

Or emotional.

Professionally lifting one’s mood,

And,

[ kiss ]

In this matter.

You’re also very professional.

[laughs] All right.

Since it’s already past working hours,

Accompany me in being wilful.

Is that okay?

Come, sit on my lap.

Also,

This isn’t the laboratory.

So this piece of clothing… you can remove it.

I’m still more used to such rest.

Just like this.

Don’t move.

I’ll recharge my batteries for a while.

And we’ll go home.

Is that okay?

[the-mighty-jellybean]

Rising From The Earth

Series Summary: After months of trying, and several heats, and ruts, Y/N was now beginning her journey on her road to motherhood. All Steve and Bucky wanted to be is supportive and strong for their Omega, but life doesn't always run so smoothly....

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (the fun stuff that comes with that) Smut, Accurate Representation of Pregnancy and (eventually) Childbirth, Strong Language (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven// Part Twelve//

Part Thirteen: It’s In The Name

Chapter Warnings: Not really any?

Word Count: 2.2K

36 Weeks

“So are you getting excited yet?” Wanda asked you, as she helped you fold the little baby grows, and place them neatly in the wooden dresser.

“I think so.” you say, whilst dressing the cribs for the hundredth time since Bucky and Steve had constructed them. 

“Think so. What do you mean by that?” Wanda looks at you side ways. 

“Well, yes I’m excited, but I’m also...” you took a quick intake of breath, “terrified.”

“And no one can blame you for that.” Wanda reassures you, taking the blanket out of your hand, and spinning you so you were facing her. 

“Y/N you are gonna be just fine. The way Steve is studying those books, Dr Cho’s given him. He’ll be delivering all our pups.” you giggle at her words. 

That was true, Steve has been working hard to make sure he knew exactly what to expect and do when the time came. Bucky had tried, but struggled to read the books before he ate. You couldn't decide whether his reaction made you laugh or nervous, but either way, at least he was trying. 

“I know, I’m very lucky.” 

“Lucky about what?” came Steve’s voice, as he rested on the door frame, of the nursery. 

“I’m lucky I’ve got two sexy midwives taking care of me.” you smirk, sauntering over to your Alpha male, and wrapping your arms around his middle. 

“Too right.” Steve bumped his nose with your’s, before he plants a kiss on your lips. 

“Okay, I’m still here.” you hear Wanda complain, after a few seconds of your lips moulding with Steve’s.

“About that, Vision’s here for you.” Steve jets his thumb over his shoulder, signalling that Vision was waiting for her by the door. 

“Cool, things are about to get hot and heavy in here anyway.” Wanda rolls her eyes, and you mirror her’s. 

“Hilarious.” you sigh, she hugs you, before you help Steve walk her to the door, where Vision is stood talking to Bucky. 

“Been behaving, I hope.” Vision smiles, as Wanda skips to meet him. 

“Yeah, haven't really heard from either of them to be honest, spent the whole time in the nursery.” Bucky says, as he wraps his arm around you and squeezes you close. 

“Have you settled in okay?” Vision asks politely, mirroring Bucky’s arm movements with Wanda. 

“Yeah, it’s so nice having our own space. And we were just in time for Y/N’s nesting.” Steve rambles on. As you stand there with Bucky’s arm over your shoulder, you can't help but shuffle around uncomfortably, as the extended period of time, of you standing on your feet was making them ache. 

You fuss a little, shifting from one foot to the other, hoping to relieve the cramp that was beginning to form in your calves. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” Bucky whispers in your ear, when he hears your whines of discomfort. 

“My legs are hurting.” you whimper, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. Bucky kissed your cheek, and his arm dropped from your shoulder to rub your back. 

“Sorry, guys Y/N’s legs are playing up, please excuse us.” you thank Bucky in your head, and give Vision and Wanda a wave, before leaving Steve to continue chatting. 

Bucky guided you up the stairs, before turning into your bedroom, and sitting you on the edge of the bed, crouching in front of you. 

“Do you want me to rub them, or would you prefer a bath?” Bucky’s eyes meeting your’s. You thought for a moment, before deciding on a bath. He kissed you head, and went to your bathroom, and began drawing the water. 

It wasn’t long before you heard Steve say his goodbyes, followed by the sound of the door shutting, and then Steve’s footsteps bouncing up the stairs. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” Steve calls, most likely following the sound of the running water, finding you sat on the edge of the bed. You gave a faint smile, and nodded, meeting his lips, as he bent his neck.   

“You sure?” he holds your chin, rubbing his thumb along your lips, you kiss it, as you give him another tired nod. 

Bucky emerges from the bathroom, his sleeves rolled up, and he walks towards you. Out of instinct you lift your arms into the air, causing both the Alphas to breath a laugh, before reaching for the hem of your shirt. They pulled it over your head, before shuffling your leggings off, followed by your bra and underwear. You winced a little when they took your bra off, and your breasts dropped, they were already becoming sore, as your milk was beginning to come in. 

“Sorry, honey.” Bucky apologised when he saw you grimaced. 

Once you were shed of all your clothing, they helped you to the bathroom, Bucky helping you step over into the tub. Slowly you sink down into the water, your back muscles and calves cramps immediately unraveling. 

“That feels so much better.” you sigh, laying your head back against the tub. 

“I bet.” Bucky smiles, he kneels down on the outside of the bath, and scoops some water into his hand, and pours it on your belly. The trickling feeling, further soothing your aching vessel. Steve is still stood by the door enjoying the view, before he decides to go back to his books. As he turns, you whine out, halting his movement, and he looks over his shoulder. 

“Where are you going, Alpha?” you pouted, reaching your hands out to him. 

“I’ve got more reading to do, darlin.” he explains, trying to leave again. 

“But I want you to spend time with me. This is gonna be the last few weeks, where it’s going to be just the three of us, ever again. We need to cherish these quiet moments.” you guilt trip Steve, you had always been quite good at that. 

“Okay, but I’m just gonna go and get one of my books, I need to finish reading it, before you pop.” he chuckles, and you nod your head in understanding. 

Steve is soon coming back, a book in one hand, and a notebook in the other, he sits himself on the closed toilet seat, balancing both books, on his lap, pen wedged behind his ear. 

You look at Bucky and roll you eyes, Bucky smiles at you, and continues to ghost his fingers along your body, making you hum, in contentment. 

Just as Steve’s eyes finish scanning a page, he goes to open his notebook, a sheet of paper comes floating out, slowly drifting to the floor. Steve dives for it, but it’s too late, as Bucky plucks it out of the air. 

“What’s that?” you tilt your head, Steve cheeks have flushed a rosy colour, and he's shifting on the toilet seat uncomfortably. 

“It’s nothing, just more notes.” he tried to snatch the paper from Bucky, but he just moves away, his eyes already moving along the lines. 

“Is this your list of names?” Bucky smiled, turning the paper so you could see, as you sat up. 

“Errh hum.” Steve cleared his throat, blush on his cheeks, is furiously red now, “yes.” 

“They’re really cute, why haven't you showed us this.” Bucky teases. Bucky passes you a towel, so that you can dry your hands, and you take the list from him. 

“Because you have your own suggestions, you didn't need mine thrown in the mix.” Steve says bashfully, pulling the book a little higher to hide his face. 

“Steve these are our pups, not mine, not Y/N’s, our’s, as a family.” Bucky pulls the book away from Steve’s face, and kisses his hot cheeks, “you have every right, to have a say in what they’re gonna be called.” 

“Sarah.” you read out loud, “your mom’s name.” 

Steve just nodded, and you gave him a small smile. 

“I like Sarah.” Steve gives you a smile, and you feel all warm and fluttery, one of the twins giving you a little kick. 

“I think, someone else likes that name as well.” you reach for Steve’s hand, he gladly lets you take it, and allows you to guide it to your stomach, where he rests his warm palm, his lips twitching, when a small nudge was placed against his hand. 

“Oooo I like Poppy.” you glance down at the list, “why did you pick that one.” 

“In America, we have this tradition of wearing the poppy flower, to commemorate the soldiers, who fell in battle, during the World Wars. Bit morbid, but considering, who the fathers are of these pups, I thought it could be quite fitting.” 

You could have cried at Steve’s little anecdote, about why he liked the name, it made perfect sense. 

“That’s beautiful, not morbid. Isn't it Alpha?” you turn to Bucky, who’s eyes have gone a little glossy. He coughs before agreeing. Steve placing his hand on his shoulder. 

“What about Lily?” You look to the next name, marked under the title of ‘Girls’.

“The flowers on the wreath, at your mother’s funeral.” Bucky answered before Steve could, glancing up to Steve’s, now, glassy eyes. Steve just nodded.

“Why didn't you tell us any of these names. We’ve been picking random ones, when we could have been looking at far more sentimental ones?” you fuss, looking to Steve, who’s shaking his head. 

“Because this is a new start for us, we’re moving on in our lives as a family, and we don't want to be stuck in the past.” he rambles. 

“But it is our pasts, which defines who we are. It’s what makes us. These names help provide our futures, with a link to their pasts.” you trace your bump, as the twins kicked in agreement. You glanced back down at the list, moving to boys names, something you and Bucky had been struggling with. You couldn't help but notice almost all the names began with ‘Js’ 

“Jamie?” your eyes, land on the name, and you turn to look at Steve, who shrugs. 

“I’m assuming that Bucky must father the boy.” Steve bluntly states. 

“Why?” You and Bucky both question. 

“Because.” he just shrugs again, and you and Bucky just squint, still not catching his drift, “The girl is smaller, I’ve not always looked like this.” Steve motions to his muscular physique, “Bucky’s always been bigger than me.” 

“So you think, because the boy is eating more, that makes Bucky the biological father?” you repeat, Bucky is still squinting, and shaking his head. 

“Yep.” Steve pops the ‘p’, before looking back to his books again.

“Alpha, you are both the father. The pups will call you both daddy.” you confirm, looking intensely between the two, “you can’t possibly categorise your children.”

“I’m not, honey. It doesn't mean that I’ll love him any less, I just think he should bear his father’s name.” Steve justifies. 

“But you’re his father, as well, Alpha.” your eyes are brimming with tears at this point, your hormones taking grip. Steve notices your distress and shuts the book instantly, and crumples to his knees, to move closer to you. 

“That’s right I am. Please don't get upset, baby.” Steve tries to comfort you, you just sniffle, and try to look away from Steve.

“Look it was just a name. There are others that I prefer, and that you prefer.” Steve back tracks, planting kisses on your skin, hoping to dry the tears with his lips. 

Bucky took the list from you, and began to read over it himself. 

“I like Jacob, why did you pick that one?”  Bucky asked, trying to move the subject on. 

“That ones a little morbid again really.” Steve smiles sheepishly. 

“Do go on.” you laugh, a little watery. 

“Well, Jacob in Hebrew, means supplanter, and I thought that was fitting considering he’s stealing all our little girls food.” He chuckles, prodding at your belly. 

“That’s quite clever, you’ve put so much thought into this, Alpha.” you smile. 

“This one doesn't begin with a J.” Bucky laughs, whilst pointing to a name, scribbled down, “Stanley.” 

“That’s sweet.” you hum, “what’s the deep meaning behind that one, Alpha?”

“That ones not depressing.” he smiles, “I just thought, because our boy’s so big, he’s gonna need to protect his little sister, and Stanley translates to stone, and I thought it was relatable, because he’s gonna be his sister rock.”

“Well, personally. I think Alpha should he in charge, of naming all our pups, what do you think, baby?” Bucky clasps his hands together. 

“Agreed.” you giggled. Steve just beamed at you both, before he dipped his hand in the water. 

“Sweetheart, this waters, almost frozen.” Steve exaggerates, pulling his hand from the water. 

“I hadn't noticed until you mentioned it.” you laugh, Bucky and Steve shake their heads, before standing up, Bucky grabbing a towel, and Steve clasping your hands, helping you rise out of the water. 

Carefully stepping over the side. Bucky quickly wraps you in a towel, and rubs his hands up and down your arms, when you shiver. 

Guiding you back to the bed, they dry you off, before helping you change into one of Steve’s t-shirts, and a pair of underwear. 

Laying you down, they both crawl in either side of you, Steve abandoning his studies for the night, to snuggle with his mate.  

A/N: Steve’s such a sweetheart!! 😍 We’re getting close to the finish line!!!!!

Part Fourteen//

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You Deserve Better Than Me...

Requested By: @missafairy​

What do you think about a fic where older Dean (37 I think) finds out that the girl he's currently dating is pregnant. She is like... 23 maybe and he doesn't feel right about dating her in the first place because of age difference and the fact that he has a shady past, maybe drugs, and alcohol. He has stopped with drugs but booze is still a small problem and she is all cute and sweet and innocent but his feelings for her and his need for her is too much to just let her go. She obviously loves him too and is kinda happy with the baby, scared for sure and nervous but also maybe kinda like "oh well, okay" and she tells him, a bit anxious and he isn't too happy about it. He's scared and sad and a little lost and maybe makes this cute sad face like in the gif and basically... Maybe breaks up with her but kind of offers to support her financially even though he doesn't have much.

Warnings: Swearing probably, cause you know it’s me, Angst, Pregnant!Reader, Fluff, Depressed Dean, Self Loathing Dean, I think that’s about it for this one.

Word Count: 2636

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

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Dean's POV:

Dean closed the door on Baby and stepped out into the cool night air. Walking through a graveyard at night wasn't something normal people did, but I was something Dean had done so often in life that it was more peaceful and natural to him than a walk in the park or a stroll down a dock in the early morning hours. 

The sun hadn't quite broken over the tree line that surrounded this little out of the way place. It was an older cemetery. Most of the people that were buried here had been buried since the late 1800s. The last readable headstone that Dean had found was one from 1903, so he assumed that Mr. Shumbler was the last man who was buried here at the ripe old age of 93, an age that Dean would probably never reach; not with his lifestyle and past anyway. 

He'd done so much wrong in life that it wasn't even going to a question of whether or not he'd done enough good deeds to pass through the pearly gates when he died. 

No his soul had been too marred. 

He'd destroy it. 

Destroy it with trying to do the right thing for everyone else, destroyed it with all the sacrifices he'd made on behalf of his family, friends, and even complete and total strangers, destroyed it when he spent 40 years in hell, destroyed it when he'd taken the Mark of Cain, and destroyed it even further when he'd become a Demon. 

If there even was much of a soul left, it was so twisted and dark that he didn't even think it possible that he was human, yet here he was. Pulling his jacket tighter to his body as he made his way through the garden of stone, listening to wind rustle through the trees above his head. 

His mind drifting to the one good thing that he had. 

Y/N.

She was younger than him, way younger, about 14 years younger. She was only 23 years old, he was 37. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the cold air burn deep in his chest before letting it out in a huff of fog as his warm breath met the cold air that was hanging heavy around him.

She was so innocent, trusting. She looked at him like he hung the damn moon! He didn't understand it. How she could see past all that was wrong with him and look at him like she was so madly in love with him that he could do no wrong in her eyes?

He'd even taken her innocents from her. He was her first. She'd never been with another man before him. He was probably gonna spend a special stint on the rack when he finally did get back to hell just for that. 

He could literally close his eyes and feel how tight she was that night as he slid himself into her, connecting their bodies in the most intimate way. The way she clung to him as he thrust himself in and out of her. The bliss that enveloped his body as he finally found his release inside of her. The peace that followed as she slept soundly on his chest, her arms wrapped around him, holding herself close as possible to him.

It was wrong. It shouldn't have been. He shouldn't feel this way. She was too good, too pure, she was perfect, he didn't deserve her, or the comfort that she offered him. He deserved the pain, and devastation for all that he'd done wrong in his life. 

Even though she'd helped him lay down the drugs, he still held tightly to the bottle, and she deserved more than some drunk, who had enough daddy issues to send Dr. Phil to back to school, that had committed crimes and seen things that would make your worst serial killers tremble and cry for their mommies. Hell, he couldn't even give her a damn home, not in this life. The most he could do was move her into the bunker and teach her how to use stolen credit cards and commit tax evasion. 

Is that what he really wanted? To take this pure, innocent, little slice of heaven on earth, and make her into some criminal, something to fit his twisted sick standards?

She didn't deserve that. She deserves someone who could give her a family. A home, a normal life. One not filled with monsters, the biggest of all himself. 

Dean made his way with a heavy heart back to his Baby, his constant... his only real home. 

He knew what he had to do, but that didn't make it any easier. 

She was young. She would recover. Find someone to love her. Someone better than him. 

Him? Well, he'd die alone, cold, twisted, on the end of a blade, gun, or some monster’s snack. That's the life he'd chosen. That's what he deserved.

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Your POV:

Sitting on the side of your tub you stare down at the little white pregnancy test that is showing two very bold pink lines like if you look at it hard enough, it will disappear, or you'd wake up, and this would all be some sort of strange dream.

That wasn't going to happen, that test was very real, and you were very pregnant. The constant headaches, morning/all day sickness, and mood swings told you that the test was indeed accurate. That and the nonexistent period. 

You weren't ready to be a mom, but you also had no desire to change the fact that you were about to be one. It is what it is. Even though you were terrified, this was Dean's child. That means it was part Dean, and part you, the best of the both of you, how could you not love it?

Standing up you made your way with the test in your hands to the kitchen, still staring at it, trying to make it feel real. There was a little life growing inside of you now, and that made you smile. The fact that this little life was part Dean made your heart swell even more. You would have a piece of him with you always, no matter what happens. 

The sound of a pounding on your door made you jump where you were standing. You didn't have a chance to move before you saw the light flood the living room and Dean's voice boomed through the house in his usual deep rumble.

"Y/N? You home?" 

The man never waited on a door to open and you couldn't help but smile at his impatiens. 

"In here!" you yelled just as soon as he rounded the corner. 

You didn't waste any time running to him and throwing your arms around his neck, breathing him in deeply.

"Dean I got good news!" you squeal. 

Dean pulls back from you, his eyes looked tired as he waited for you to say whatever it was that you had to say.

"What?" he asked, almost like he was a little bit afraid to ask.

"You're going to be a daddy!!" you said, beaming, handing him the test that was still in your hand.

The color drained Dean's face as he took the test from you, looking at it closing his eyes for a moment before biting down on his lip and looking at you sadly. This was not the reaction you were expecting from him, and your heart fell to your feet. 

"Y/N," Dean took a deep breath steadying himself. "I came over to tell you that it might be best if we don't see each other anymore... I didn't expect... I don't have much, but I'll do what I can to help support you with this baby if you want to keep it."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You stood there dumbfounded. Tears running down your face as your heart shattering into a thousand tiny little pieces on the floor. 

"Dean... Why? I thought? You ...." 

Biting on your lip you turn your back on him. How could he have told you that he loved you, taken your virginity, got you pregnant, and now is standing here telling you that you should go your separate ways? It didn't make sense. You felt used, betrayed.

"Y/N, You're so young. You will find someone a lot better than me I promise you that. You don't need me. I'm a burden to you. Hell, by the time you're just getting going in your life I'll be in my 60's If I even live that damn long. You need someone closer to your age, someone, who can provide a home for you. Someone who can give you more than me. This is wrong. I should have never started dating you. Now I've gone and knocked you up, fucked up your life even more." 

You couldn't look at him. You felt like the breath had been knocked slap out of your chest. Like your heart had absolutely stopped breathing. 

Dean said nothing else, he just turned and left you standing there, letting himself out; not even tell you goodbye. 

Now here you were stuck with a baby, that was part of the man you loved more than life itself, but for some reason, he didn't love you enough to stay. Even after you told him you were going to have his child. 

You didn't know what to do or where to go from here. You didn't even know if you were going to be able to pick yourself up off this floor, because if it wasn't for this baby, if there were no Dean, there was no reason for you to get up and carry on. 

It felt like your whole world had just begun, and then quickly came to an end all in one go. It was almost more than anyone could take. How were you expected to go on from this? Why did he do this to you? More importantly, why if he turned around right now and walked back through that door you would take him back without question?

The thing of it though was Dean didn't come back. 

For six months you went to doctors' appointments, worked, and did everything alone. The only thing you saw of Dean was a scanty check in the mail once a month. The amount varied, but you knew it was all he had. You were surprised he kept his word that far. 

Even all these months you never stopped loving him. 

You found out that you were going to have a little boy, and you decided to name him John because you knew that's what Dean would have wanted. If he would have wanted you...

You left voicemails on his phone after every appointment, giving him updates and things about the baby, and when you found that the baby was going to be a boy, you left the name for his son on the voicemail, hoping that it would draw him out, make him at least talk to you, you wanted more than anything to hear his voice. Just hear him.

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Three days after leaving the voicemail about baby John on Dean's voicemail you were sitting at your bar in the kitchen with the laptop in front of you, looking at baby cribs online, and trying to figure out how the hell you were going to pay for everything you needed for this baby when you heard a knock on your door.

You didn't know who the hell it could have been, because it was ridiculously late, but something drew you to the door. Curiosity? Stupidity? You didn't know, but it was like some strange pull was making you get off your butt and go to the front door. 

You cracked it just enough to see who it was, and when those mossy green eyes that had been haunting your dreams ever since the day he left you met yours, you almost feel flat of your ass.

"Dean!" you said, jerking the door open wider, stepping back for him to come in. 

Cautiously Dean made his way into the house. For a moment you both just stood there, staring at each other. Dean looked thinner, tired, and more worn down than he did even the day that he'd left you, His eyes glued to the baby bump that was strained against your nightshirt, swallowing hard like he was trying to swallow a lump that was stuck in his throat. 

"Dean, what are you doing here?" you finally asked him, starting to get a little worried about his mental state. He looked like he'd been through hell and back. 

"I uh... I don't know where to start," he said, running his hand through his tousled hair. From the looks of it, he'd been doing that a lot tonight.

"I can't stay away from you anymore. I miss you Y/N. I know that you have every right to tell me to go fuck off. You told me we were having a baby, and I.. I just walked away like a total and complete Jackass. I didn't even," Dean took a ragged breath like he was trying to keep the title wave of emotions at bay that was threatening to flow over the walls that were built up so high around him.

"Y/N I love you, I never stopped loving you, I left because I thought I was doing you a favor, I thought that you would be able to find someone to take care of you, someone better than me, but Baby I'm selfish, and I just can't let you go. I need you."

He made a cautious step towards you, then another when he saw that you weren't going to slap him or tell him to leave. He closed the distance between you, placing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, putting all he had in it, trying to convey every unspoken word, every feeling that he couldn't say, every I'm sorry all in one long, tender kiss; finally breaking away when you both had to breath.

You blinked for a moment and tried to clear your thoughts. This was the moment that you'd been waiting for, praying for, now here it was, and you wanted to pinch yourself. Reaching up you placed your hand on the side of Dean's face and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes a single tear slipping down his cheek and you wiped it away with your thumb.

"Dean, I love you too. I never stopped either. I'm so glad your home. I've waited for you all this time hoping and praying that you'd see how much I loved you and come home. I don't care that you have a bad past. I don't care that you can't give me all those things that you think that I want, because the house and picket fence isn't what I see when I look at the future. All I see is you, and if we have to live in a cardboard box under a bridge, that's okay, cause I have you, you're all I ever wanted. Period. Nothing else. You and our son. He needs his daddy to Dean.”

Dean brushed his lips over yours again. Burying his face in your neck. 

"How do we start over from here?" Dean asked.  

You both knew that there was so much scares and hurt on the both of you that you were going to take time to get back were you, but you were willing to take as long as it takes. Just as long as he kept his arms wrapped around you like they were right now.

"Let's just start at the beginning, take our time, and one step at a time we will figure this out together." 

Because that's all that mattered, as long as you, Dean, and this baby, that's all you'd ever need. 

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[saiki-in-jsl]

No Powers Saiki AU (3k)

Where he also has anxiety and selective mutism. (But also, nobody has powers. And that volcano issue never happens because I SAID SO.)

Uhm uhhhh, in no way am I a doctor, so this may not be very accurate. Sorry!!

TW: Panic attack, I don’t think this one needs a skip so I’ll just leave it as that (but if you need one, tell me :eyes:)

Also on my ao3!

Also well shit, I do like myself some good Kusuo and Akechi friendship :,)

Also also, ugggghhhhhh, the italics stuff don’t go through when I copy and paste from my docs rip. This is why I prefer ao3 more (and because their tagging system is HEAVENLY) so if you wanna read with all them proper italics I suggest switching to my ao3

ALSO ALSO ALSO, RIGHT WHEN I FINISHED THIS, I DISCOVERED ASL AND JSL ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SO D A R N H E C K I’M SORRY. I did a big oopsie,,,let’s,,,pretend that asl,,,is,,default,,?

Saiki Kusuo was not your typical boy.

Since he was young, it had been painfully obvious that he was a gifted child, surpassing his brother by intelligence and strength. This had drawn many curious scientists to him, and after several tests that went on for hours and hours, he finally broke. He stopped talking and he stopped wanting to be around people.

His mother, equally as tired of the scientists as her son was, decided to hide his identity away from the public, constantly moving from location to location to avoid the people who knew of her son’s abilities.

This barely helped with Kusuo’s social development as a child, so the more he moved, the more he decided that he would much rather live in an isolated world than a world filled with people with prying eyes and loud mouths.

He did make a friend once though, but it barely lasted due to unforeseen circumstances that involved a few beat up bullies, and it had surprisingly hurt when he had to move away again. Akechi was his first real friend, and realizing that he won’t be seeing him again felt weird.

As much as he loved being alone, a friend would’ve been nice.

So the night before they moved away, he had pushed open his parents’ door, gripping his pajama top tightly, and whispered really really softly to his mother, “Mama. Will I ever make a friend?”

It was the first time he had spoken in a very long time, in fact, his mother couldn’t remember the last time he had spoken to her without pointing and hand gestures. So predictably, she cried and hugged him tight, mumbling how sorry she was for ruining his chance at making a friend, too caught up with trying to avoid those nosey scientists.

Middle school went by like a blur, aside from the occasional school switch that still happened, yet not as often as elementary. He didn’t remember a single thing that happened during those school days, maybe a few anxiety attacks in the bathroom and a sad attempt at trying to socialize, but that was it. Maybe it really was easier to be alone, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his breathing from the sheer amount of stress he got from the assembly hall.

Highschool came and Kusuo had a new plan: Accept that having friends are not necessary and speaking with your mouth is dumb. 

He quickly learnt how to use ASL, much preferring that language over vocally speaking, and made sure his grades were as average as possible. He had excelled through middle school and elementary school like it was nothing, but it had led him to be placed on stage many times because of this. So no more of that, because that was a recipe for disaster to him.

Kusuo made sure everything was in perfect place before heading to school. He made sure the school knew about his condition, and he also made sure to let them know he didn’t want to be publicly known as the school’s “mute kid”, so he’d definitely blend in without an issue.

Kusuo couldn’t believe what was happening. He hadn’t even fully registered his first year of highschool properly and his second year was already here. 

To start off, he had friends, something he did not expect to have. He could predict many things, the weather, what people were thinking, and if he tried hard enough, he could even predict who would walk by his classroom in the next second. But he did not see this one coming.

He didn’t even know how. Nendou was a dunce who went from copying his homework to hanging around and inviting him out for ramen and Kaidou was a chuunibyou who thought Kusuo’s hand gestures was some sort of secret language and ended up perceiving Kusuo as some ally to Jet Black Wings.

Yumehara, for no reason other than the fact that Kusuo looked cute, decided she was meant to be with him. A lot of effort was taken to avoid her, but just as she lost interest in him, the class- no, the world’s idol decided she’d have a crush on him too. Then there was the class representative, Hairo, who constantly screamed and moved and how does he not get tired? 

Then there was Kuboyasu, Toritsuka, Aiura, and so many people it made his head spin.

But they all had one thing in common when they communicated with him, and that was the fact that they all thought he was deaf. Granted, people who use ASL were commonly deaf, so he wasn’t blaming them for assuming so, and it did help him a little since this made them talk less around him and gave him a good excuse for ignoring them half the time.

Two years he spent in this highschool, and not once had he fired rapid ASL before. He never got the chance to, and he didn’t have much care for doing so. Mostly because most of the people around him didn’t even understand sign language.

But sometimes, listening to Toritsuka talk on and on about some cute girl could really put you on edge. Especially when he kept egging Kusuo on about the type of girls he liked.

The thing was, Kusuo didn’t like romance. He liked observing it and the idea of it, but he would never want to be a part of it. Frankly enough, he didn’t find any joy in it, he much preferred a life of solitude.

“C’mon, I know you can understand me, Saiki,” Toritsuka poked, grinning widely. “What kind of girls are you into? Or perhaps are into boys? Seriously, tell me, maybe we can go on a double date sometime. What about Teruhashi--“

Kusuo scowled, taking a step back and suddenly flying into fast ASL that roughly translated to several insults and long explanations as to why Kusuo wasn’t going to tell him. Toritsuka only blinked in surprise, because he swore he just saw the middle finger between those fast hand gestures, and he took a step back, raising his hands in defeat.

“Relax! Alright!” Toritsuka said, dropping the subject for good. “Next time fling me a note or something, that is seriously intimidating!”

Kusuo winced, feeling the third piece of paper Kaidou had just flung at him hit his head. This had been going on for the whole period, and Kusuo wondered why the teacher hadn’t noticed it yet. Most of the notes Kaidou sent weren’t serious anyways, and clearly not worth writing back to him.

He barely understood the references the boy was making anyways. 

“How about we hang out after school? Do you like cake?” The last note read.

Kusuo smiled softly. “Yes, I do like cake.” He wrote, and with ease, he strategically threw it back so it would land perfectly on Kaidou’s table.

Being around Teruhashi was not ideal at all, because wherever she went, many people would follow. Kusuo hated crowds more than anything, it made his throat close up and his face a little sweaty, though his facial expression would never express his discomfort.

It would always remain blank and devoid of emotions.

Which always peaked Teruhashi’s interest. She found it a challenge to make the “deaf” kid who barely spoke gasp at her beauty, it would be a mighty achievement, yet no matter how hard she tried, it just never worked, which only pushed her to try harder. It resulted in her falling in love with him, unfortunately.

“Saiki does have a cute face though,” Teruhashi mumbled under her breath right as she walked along with Kusuo. She assumed he couldn’t hear her, so she regularly said things like those quietly to herself whenever he wasn’t looking her way. He appreciated the compliment at times, but sometimes, they do get a little creepy.

Nendou probably didn’t understand the idea of deaf people, or perhaps he thought his idea was pretty smart. Either ways, Kusuo sometimes couldn’t understand why he had to shout at him to communicate.

Did Nendou think deaf people just had very very poor hearing? Probably. But it often got annoying when they were in public places, and Kusuo couldn’t even tell him to quiet down because he couldn’t tell when exactly he was actually shouting.

Both his shouting and talking volume were around the same range.

But, it was rather nice of him to go out of his way to learn a bit of sign language just so he wouldn’t have to shout at Kusuo anymore. It was actually pretty nice having an ASL buddy.

Note to self, do not use ASL around Kuboyasu too much. He will and can mistake them as gang signs and get either sappy or angry. Kusuo said in his head as he watched Kuboyasu stare off into the distance with his fists clenched, reminiscing about his gang days.

Several times Kusuo had mistaken Hairo’s sad attempt at ASL as actual words and once spent half an hour straight wondering why the boy had signed refrigerator geese to him during that dodgeball game.

Saiko had once walked up to him and declared that whatever “nonsense” Kusuo was going to sign, he’d know right away what they would mean. At first, Kusuo found it hard to believe that the rich boy had taken time to learn ASL within his one day of being in this school, but as it turned out, all Saiko did was hire a translator to follow him around to translate Kusuo’s words.

That was possibly the most amount of effort he’d ever seen from Saiko, and it was good enough.

Kusuo wondered if learning ASL had magically made him more attractive. Aiura would not leave him alone, with her blonde hair, tanned skin, overly accessorized things, and bubbly personality. She wasn’t like Teruhashi, who attracted more men than Kusuo could count on his fingers, so she wasn’t as annoying to be around with.

But then again, she was more forward than Teruhashi too, so it didn’t make her more appealing either.

Seeing Akechi again resurfaced too many feelings. He hadn’t really realized how much he missed his first friend, but then again, the same boy was probably very aware of Kusuo’s high intelligence and may accidentally reveal his secret with that blabbering mouth of his.

Though, Kusuo had to admit, Akechi hadn’t changed one bit since the last time he saw him. Besides the haircut of course, and some other details, like how good he was at deducting now.

Being around Akechi was always strangely comforting back then, there was just something about listening to him talk that made Kusuo feel comfortable. You could say his talking was like white noise to Kusuo.

“Why does everyone assume you’re deaf? You’re not deaf, you just don’t like talking a lot, right? Why don’t you tell them that? Is it because you find it easier to pretend to be deaf? I can understand that, you were always really quiet, which was nice because you were a great listener too. I never found out why you up and left our elementary school without saying goodbye, but you were crazy sma--” Okay, that was when Kusuo made him stop talking, and Akechi took this as a hint to keep it a secret. There was a pause before Kusuo finally signed something to him.

Sorry. 

“Nothing to apologize! I don’t think it was your fault anyways, but your plan worked like a charm honestly,” Akechi smiled. “I hope you missed me, because I know I missed you. We have a lot of catching up to do, I’ll start! So basically…”

Kusuo did. He really did miss him.

A play. Their class was doing a play.

After all that effort of trying to stay off the stage, he still couldn’t avoid it.

He’d feel bad if he didn’t show up to contribute, so he definitely couldn’t just ditch them. The most he could do was play a background role, but even then he’d still be painfully aware that he would be in front of the whole school, and he just couldn’t handle that.

But seeing everyone giving their all to make this play work, Kusuo couldn’t help but join along, regardless of his own condition.

Practice for the play went smoothly, and he found himself being able to cope with it. All he did was sway around like seaweed, since that was his role, and then walk off when his scene ends. Easy, nothing too complicated, he would be fine.

Until Saiko got his sensitive feelings hurt and decided to pull their budget on literally everything, including the costumes. Now, Kusuo couldn’t care less about that issue if it weren’t for the fact that; if the other cast didn’t have their costumes, they wouldn’t stand out as much, and there’d be a higher chance of the audience staring at him.

Yet there wasn’t much time to do last minute preparations for props and clothing, so everyone was encouraged to try their best in making their own costumes before the deadline. Kusuo predicted that no one would actually follow through, and for once, he wished he was wrong.

Apparently he didn’t wish hard enough, because that was exactly what had happened during the play. Everyone mostly came in their gym clothes, some with small props to make it look like they’ve tried, and some who just didn’t do anything at all.

When Kusuo’s scene finally came up, he and the rest of the people who played as seaweed scrambled onto stage, making waving motions with their arms to simulate seaweed underwater. Things went well for the most part, Kusuo did as practiced and waved around just like his other seaweed playing classmates, but the longer he stayed, the more aware he became.

Eyes, everywhere, in front of him, staring too hard, too long. Their mouths are moving, but he can’t hear what they’re saying, it was like they were on the other end of a glass wall. Were they talking about him among themselves? 

Had it always been this warm on stage? Was it normal for his hands to shake? Was he breathing? He didn’t remember exhaling, nor inhaling. His throat went dry, his whole body rigid from...fear?

Someone was pushing him, someone else was pulling him, but he can’t properly grasp what was happening. 

The world went a bit blurry before he completely went dark.

Kusuo woke up in the nurse’s office, body aching and throat dry. He wondered how long it took for him to wake up, but depending on the sun outside, it may have been an hour or so. He sat up slowly, groaning slightly from the pain, before suddenly being attacked by a hug from a familiar person.

“Pal! You’re okay,” Nendou cheered, finally pulling away from the hug to double check on his friend. He lifted his hands, proceeding to sign to him, You just suddenly fell over after they pulled you off stage.

My bad, Kusuo signed back tiredly. Sorry.

“What’d he say?” Kaidou nudged Nendou. Did he really have to ask? It was quite obvious.

“He says he’s fine.” Nendou answered, completely leaving out Kusuo’s apology, which he found strangely comforting yet offensive.

“He literally had a panic attack on stage, what do you mean he’s fine?” Kaidou argued, then he looked over at Kusuo with a deeper frown. “Why didn’t you tell us you were having an attack?”

“He wasn't being attacked,” Nendou said blankly.

“A panic attack, it’s different,” Kaidou huffed. “Saiki, not to be intrusive, but do you have anxiety?”

Did...he? He honestly never thought about it properly. Sure, he did have anxiety attacks every now and then when he was a kid, but this was the first one he had after a long time, so he never really considered he might’ve had anxiety.

Actually, it was starting to all make sense to him now that he thought about it.

“I’m going to take that as a yes but you didn’t know,” Kaidou said slowly, concern laced in his tone. It made sense that Kaidou would know, it did seem like he used to have the same issue.

“Oh for sure, can’t you tell from the way his eyes had widened just now by half a centimetre?” Akechi piped up from behind. 

Good freaking grief.

He knew his mother didn’t trust doctors, but Kusuo really needed to see one after literally fainting in school. Not only that, it wasn’t his first time having an attack either, this was just the first time it had gotten this bad.

Sitting in a psychiatrist's waiting room felt odd, because it seemed a lot more homey than a regular doctor’s waiting room, with paintings hung on the walls and carpeted floor. He wasn’t particularly nervous, but he knew his mother was, because the hand she was using to hold onto him was shaking.

It’ll be okay, he reassured, squeezing his mother’s hand tight.

And it was okay. The lady was really nice to him, gentle and understanding, she barely pried and most of the questions she asked were pretty normal. She was a little surprised to learn that Kusuo could speak, but not in a way that was obvious, only Kusuo could tell that she was.

Communication with her was sorta slow. He had to type onto his notes app on his phone for her to read to answer her questions instead of hand signing, which he didn’t really mind all that much.

His mother, who had been waiting outside for them to be done, immediately got up when Kusuo was finished and asked several questions, one being: Did he need to take medication now?

Fortunately enough, it seemed like his case wasn’t too severe yet, mostly because he could still handle being around people without an issue, so he didn’t need to take any meds for now. Although his selective mutism was pretty serious, it wasn’t too bad either in his case, due to the fact that Kusuo spoke through sign language rather than verbally, so he wasn’t completely mute per se.

He came back next week, and the next, and many more weeks after that. He really liked this therapy thing.

“So your friends think you’re deaf, so you’re using that as an excuse to ignore them sometimes?”

Oh, when she put it like that, it just made him sound like an asshole. But yeah, he pretty much was doing that.

“Is there a particular reason why?”

Kusuo drummed his fingers on his lap. There were many reasons why, but those reasons had long lost their meaning. At first, it was because he didn’t want any friends, but now that he did have friends, there wasn’t any reason for him to keep following them through. No matter how many times he told himself he didn’t like them, they were still his friends.

“And why do you not want any friends?”

“Making friends was hard, keeping friends was hard, and losing them was even harder.” Kusuo typed out. “I guess I stopped trying. But then they started coming to me, and it was weird because I had already accepted it.”

“So you got scared?”

She could say that.

She uncrossed her legs, only to cross them back moments later, and adjusted her glasses, leaning forward, “It’s okay to feel scared about losing your friends, but if you’re going to push everyone who wants to be with you away, then how are you going to know if they’ll truly leave you? There’s nothing wrong with wanting space, but people do need other people to survive.”

One of the many things he did like about his friends was the fact that they all knew he enjoyed sweets. It was pretty obvious that he did, with the way his face would smile softly and soften at the taste of coffee jelly.

Surprisingly, they never notice that he’d much rather be left alone. Either that, or they don’t care.

It was a small outing event, they were mainly just eating and talking, but also trying their best to include Kusuo as much as possible, even though he didn’t mind being left alone with his coffee jelly and cakes.

“Man, I feel bad not including Saiki in conversations sometimes,” Kaidou mumbled, assuming Kusuo didn’t know what he had just said because he wasn’t reading Kaidou’s lips. “Since it’s hard to talk to him sometimes.”

“I’m sure we’re trying our best,” Teruhashi beamed, making Kaidou flush red.

“We should probably just learn sign language like Nendou did.” Kaidou hummed, rolling a fork between his thumb and finger. “It’d be a lot easier.” Though possibly soul crushing for him, considering Kaidou had cram school and such already on his schedule.

“Sounds fun,” Kuboyasu commented. “I’d be down. Maybe we can surprise him.” Oh that was just too much, too nice, Kusuo didn’t even know what he did to earn this much love.

Nendou snorted, grinning widely as he pumped his fist on his chest, “I can teach you all!”

“That would save a lot of money.”

Kusuo stopped eating, a rare sight to see despite him being undisturbed, and he placed his spoon down. Everyone stopped talking, looking over at him in confusion before he finally opened his mouth, surprising them even more.

“I can hear you,” Kusuo managed out. “I always could.”

Teruhashi was the first to react, eyes widening and her face turning bright red. All those comments she muttered, he had heard them all.

Nendou blinked, smiling widely with his arms spread wide, “Congratulations on learning how to hear, pal!” Not quite there, but appreciated.

“Uh, uhm, OF COURSE! I knew the whole time,” Kaidou flashed a charming grin, which would’ve worked if it weren’t for the awkward pose he was doing.

Kuboyasu only stared, and drank his tea, “Oh. Well.”

“Sorry.” Then Kusuo paused, and raised his hands to sign. Felt more comfortable being like this, but you all are too nice to me. So the least I could do was tell you the truth. I don’t talk because I have selective mutism.

Nendou translated for them, and they all softened hearing this. Kusuo pressed his back against the booth seat and fiddled with his spoon before taking another bite. That felt easy, and weight lifting. Now that they know, he didn’t have to feel so bad about them going out of their way to do things for him just because they thought he was deaf.

“Of course I knew from the beginning,” Akechi boasted slightly, eyeing Aiura and Toritsuka with a smug grin. Aiura rolled her eyes at him, but pointed at Kusuo with a narrowed look.

“So you, like, could hear us the whole time,” she confirmed with him again. “I always thought you were just stupid smart, or something, at figuring things out despite not being able to hear, y’know?” Well, she wasn’t wrong about the smart part.

“That is so annoying!” Toritsuka blurted. “You’re annoying! Jeez! Would’ve been so much easier! Did you not tell us because you want an excuse to ignore us?” Kusuo recounted the number of times he avoided Toritsuka running towards him from behind, pretending he couldn’t hear him.

He proceeded to shake his head, very very slowly.

“He’s lying, by the way,” Akechi whispered. Kusuo clicked his tongue at that, earning himself a cheeky grin from Akechi.

Well that was that, now they all knew Kusuo wasn’t some deaf kid, even though that info might’ve spread throughout the school, which he really couldn’t care less about.

It was really nice, though, having friends he could trust.

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[salthaven]

Make a Change P15 (an Explanation and Summary)

Part Fifteen (An Explanation and Summary)

So, as I recently posted, I don’t plan to continue this story any longer. As much as I loved writing it, I also...fell out of love, I suppose. I just don’t have the time, passion, or motivation to try forcing myself to write it anymore, and it’s unfair to you guys to have to accept a sloppy second, something thrown onto a document for the sake of a word count and an update. I want to write stuff I’m proud of, and that just wasn’t happening with this story.

That said, one reader asked for a summary, so that they could get some closure. Luckily, I have some notes that I took as I planned the story and started writing it, and I thought you’d like to see some of them. This includes three things: 1. The schedules for most of the main characters 2. The heroes I was planning on bringing in and 3. All of the ideas I had for “Who on Earth will Marinette end up with?” (This was a doozy.) Along with this, I want to talk about other pairings I had in mind. 

With that all said, let’s hop right in!

The Schedules:

I really planned out their schedules, just so I could start figuring out who the Quantic Kids would be. I had a general idea in mind: Each student at Collège des Arts would have to take their four core classes (History, Language Arts, Mathematics, and Science), a language, and then their last period would be a two hour block that focused on their artistic talent. I set it up this way so that I could integrate the Quantic Kids into Marinette’s life. (Along with this, I made it so the whole school had lunch after fourth hour, so that the morning had four hours of classes, and the afternoon had three. I note this, because some schools separate lunches based on fourth hour, so that there is an A, B, and C lunch. I...did not feel like dealing with that, and I wasn’t sure how French schools do it but I doubt it’s like that.) 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s schedule: 

1. History (right next to Félix, later on stuck between him and Adrien) The original plan never had Adrien’s arrival, it was supposed to be a moment of comic relief where Marinette and Félix were just kind of half awake and barely conscious at any given time during first hour. This is why their history teacher, Mr. Marcel, was either wide awake or dead asleep. I thought it’d be a cute moment to show off the dynamics of their exhaustion or energy, depending on the day. I didn’t show this off nearly as much as planned, however, because I shifted my focus soon after.

2. Language Arts (with Allegra). A nice, calmer class seemed perfect for Marinette, who’d probably still be waking up. Allegra is calm and classy, so it only made sense to pair the two up for the second hour.

3. Science (Claude’s here!) Loud and exciting, just like their class seems to be, it was a perfect pairing. 

4. Math (with Allegra and Claude) I wanted to show off Allegra and Claude’s...chaotic dynamic. 

5. English (with Allan) Marinette wants to be a fashion designer, and she had to take a language, so she thought “hey, fashion is pretty big in America, let’s learn English”. (It was also the only class I could think of that she and Allan would take...more on that later.)

6. Fashion Design. Pretty self-explanatory.

Allegra: 

1. German. Allegra likes opera music, and wanted to mimic the sound of some German singers accurately. 

2. Language Arts (with Marinette, as mentioned above)

3. Science (a different teacher than Marinette and Claude, though. What a pity) (Also I apparently called it ‘physics’ in my notes and I just noticed.) 

4. Math (With Marinette and Claude)

5. History

6. Choir (She’s a singer.)

Claude Mercury:

1. English (It was for the theatre, but also for Shakespeare, but more accurately….for Shakespeare’s more inappropriate humor.) (and memes)

2. History

3. Science (with Marinette) (Lots of explosions and fires were planned)

4. Math (With Allegra and Marinette) 

5. Language Arts

6. Drama. He was just a simple thespian lad who wanted to have fun and make friends, what can I say?

Allan:

1. Math

2. Science

3. Language Arts

4. History

5. English (with Marinette) He likes hip hop and rap, and wanted to learn English rap, too. He, like Claude, also loves their memes, and I planned to have a few moments where he explained some to Marinette. 

6. Dance. Mainly hip hop, although the boy can break dance a little bit

Félix Agreste: 

1. History (with Marinette) He’s tired in the morning, but good at reciting dates. Again, had a lot more planned for this.

2. Math

3. Spanish. (“Come on, guys, it’s logical. It’s one of the most spoken languages in the world.” -Félix, probably.) I also planned for Félix to already know English. I wanted a cute chapter where he tutored Marinette, only for Claude to start dramatically monologuing because ‘why do you help her but never help me? The betrayal, Fe, the betrayal!’ 

4. Language Arts

5. Science

6. Music (he’s a piano boy in my heart) (maybe also good at violin) (a classy young man) 

Adrien Agreste:

1. History (with Marinette)

2. Language Arts (with Marinette)

3. Science (with Marinette)

4. Math (with Marinette)

5. Chinese (with Marin- oh, wait, we’re done with that!) This class, along with his next, is another reason Adrien relaxed so quickly at the school. By taking Chinese at school, he was able to convince his father to stop the at-home lessons, clearing up some of his schedule.

6. Music. Same as above, playing piano at school meant he didn’t have to do it at home so much.

The Heroes:

“But salthaven, you already introduced the heroes! Envision and Viperion, remember?” Haha, as if those were the only guys I had planned?

Yeah, I had more. Four more.

I wanted the Quantic Kids to be heroes. I had three of them for sure chosen, names and Miraculi assigned to them. (Allegra was my only problem child, but I’ll explain that below.)

The first was supposed to be Allegra. I was going to make her the Fox, with the name Mélodie. I’m pretty sure that was her original hero name, back during the PV stage of this show, and I wanted to pay an homage to her inspiration. But then Félix got it, because I didn’t end up giving him the Cat (yeah, I was really salty when I started this, and I was planning to go the same route that I do in my ao3 fic, Of Patience and Pettiness, and take away the Cat from Adrien to give to Félix.), as Adrien learned from his mistakes. So Allegra waits, and Envision springs to life with Viperion.

Next would be Allan. Miraculous: Bee. Name: Mellifury, based on Mellifura (aka the Africanized Killer Bee) + Fury. He was supposed to be an unexpected storm. A dancer, he uses rhythm in a way that throws off opponents. Uses the spinning top like it's another limb, throws the game way off when first introduced. 

Then we’d have Allegra. After a while, I decided that the Rabbit would be best suited for her. Messing with timelines is a tricky business, but Allegra has a knack for details and organization that would leave her cruising through her tasks with some practice. While it’s nothing musical, it would be fun to see. Name: Cottontail. 

Finally, after an interesting fight that would cause Nathalie to lose the Peacock...Claude would step in. Bold and flashy, the thespian knows how to strut his stuff. But again, he’s a thespian, and theatre kids know when it’s time to hide in the shadows and stay unseen and unheard. With dark blues that can hide in the name and stand out in the daylight, Claude would become Le Paon, turning the tide and becoming a major help for the team. [At first, he dealt with some sickness, but after a talk with Ladybug, who in turn talked to Fu, the Miraculous was fixed and Le Paon could fight as easily as the rest.] He’d use sentimentals wisely, although he’d have a bad habit of monologuing as he created them. 

The Ships:

The moment we’ve all been waiting for. Our first question: Who the hell was Marinette going to end up with? Well, that answer changed throughout the story.

The first choice: Félix. I wanted Marinette to move on from Agreste...and fall in love with Agreste. It humored me, and I was in love with a bunch of Felinette one shots at the time. (And, again, very salty towards Adrien at the moment.) 

But then I redeemed Adrien. No problem, I thought. Marinette could choose between one of the boys...and the other would date Luka! (I mean, did you see the Instagram picture of Luka and Adrien. Luka with either Agreste would be cute, just imagine the musical moments they could have together)

But then I Akumatized Juleka, and Luka was right there...and I made Marinette fall for all three guys. So I decided “Hey, she can just date all three!” And so that’s the final choice, because I’m apparently a sucker for poly ships. 

But I mentioned other ships, didn’t I? So let’s talk about those!

First: Luka with an OC. Yep, I was going to bring in a new girl. It was actually going to be one of my friends, due to a conversation we had that went as follows:

S.H. (Salthaven): So I’m thinking that I’m going to pair up Félix and Marinette. Thoughts?

F. (Friend): Okay, but what about Luka?

S.H.:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

F.: Well then pair me up with him!

So I did. Or I was going to...but then poly ship idea happened. 

As mentioned above, I also considered Luka with either of the Agreste boys. Whoever Marinette didn’t date. Again, couldn’t happen because I went for that sweet poly route. 

Finally: Claude and Allegra. What can I say, they act like an old married couple in my mind!

And that’s everything! Once all the heroes were chosen, and romantic confessions set aside, the Miraculous Team was going to gear up and take down Hawkmoth once and for all. Fun times, the end, we all get a happy ending.

So I hope that makes up for my rather abrupt end to this story. Thank you all for the time you put in, reading my writings, and I hope you enjoy the other works I plan to create! Until next time. <3

#MakeAChangeAU #Make a Change AU #one last time baby #wow this feels bittersweet #i hope yall like it #<3 #thank you guys for following this story while it lasted it means so much

[if-found-return-to-gusu]

Happy Birthday to Me Pt. 12

(Fuck. Last one)

He asked me if I was staying the night.

Of COURSE I was staying the night. Where on Earth would I want to be if not here with him? 

I told him as much. I reminded him that I’d promised not to distance myself from him again and warned him that this meant I was going to be completely insufferable from now on to make up for the lost time. 

“You will completely forget the concept of personal space,'' I warned. 

He grinned at me again. With teeth showing and everything. I’m pretty sure I heard a chorus of angels. 

I felt his fingers trace my hairline and down the side of my face.

“Okay,” he said, completely unperturbed by my warning.

He IS trying to kill me before I hit 30!!!!!! I knew it!

And then! He just went in and kissed the tip of my nose! Like it wasn’t anything! And he just let me go and stepped back again!!

I whined that he can’t just kiss and run like that! And he just reminded me to go upstairs to wait while he locked up. 

I grumbled about handsome men playing games with my poor fragile heart before I went up, stomping on the stairs to let my indignity be known. I grabbed my photo album as I went. 

Once I let myself into the apartments I figured the first order of business was to check on the bunnies to see how they held up after all the commotion from downstairs. 

Most of them were fast asleep in a pile of fluff, but Suibian perked up the moment she heard my voice and hopped sleepily over to me! I started to fuss over her and pet her, telling her how good she was. She closed her eyes and leaned into my scritches. 

Ooooh it’s so wonderful to have an animal that actually likes me! And she’s so cute! I won the jackpot! If I can only have one animal actually like me I’m so glad it was her. 

I heard quiet footsteps and turned to find Lan Zhan coming up next to me to look at Suibian as well. 

“Look!’ I said, excited, “Suiian has my sleeping hours!”

Trust my little girl to wait up for me when all her siblings were snoozing. 

Lan Zhan asked if I wanted to bring her into the other room but I decided that, as tempting as it was, it was probably better for her to sleep with the rest of the rabbits. 

I told Lan Zhan that it was her bed time, and he replied by noting that it wasn’t quite my bed time yet. (True as it was barely creeping on Midnight by then and I’m usually up at least until like 1am or so. )

I countered that it was DEFINITELY past HIS bed time. It’s kinda incredible that Mr. “In Bed By 9” was able to stay standing so long. 

And since my heart clearly hadn’t had enough yet today, I decided to pull him in close to me by the waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He seemed to jump a bit, but didn’t try to pull away. 

“I’m not tired,” he said.

Liar. 

In order to hopefully hide the sound of my heart trying to pound its way out through my ribcage, I gasped dramatically, “Lan Zhan? Not tired yet???” I asked with just as much drama as the gasp. “I’m astonished!!!”

I considered after that though and laughed. Perhaps I was a bit sleep drunk myself actually. “Though I must say,” I admitted after my giggling subsided. “After tonight there isn’t much that should surprise me about you anymore.”

To prove my point I sang a couple bars from “My heart will go on” under my breath. I laughed as he hid his face in his hands. I pulled those hands away and started to drag him into the livingroom with me. 

I asked him what other things he was hiding from me as we went. I didn't really expect him to answer but before we made it to the couch, he pulled me back with the hand that was still holding his. I stumbled rather clumsily into his arms, but he caught me all the same only to push me away and twirl me before pulling me back towards him. 

‘I once took dancing lessons for a semester in college. I wanted to learn something different but it didn’t work out.” he said. “Turns out I’m more suited to waltzes than I am for swing.”

And just like that he started to guide me in a waltz. 

I will say right now I have no idea how to waltz and all those movies that say ‘you just need to find yourself a partner who knows what they’re doing’ are all lying. It’s all bullshit. 

Lan Zhan somehow managed to slip his feet under my feet (?????) and guided me through the steps though. Once my brain caught up with the rest of me I hurriedly got OFF his feet before I did some damage and instead tried to concentrate on following his lead. 

But then I just couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. I put my head on his shoulder, not able to resist being closer to him now that I knew I could. I slid my hand out of his and guided it to join its partner around my middle instead, wanting to be held, and we swayed together. 

How long did we dance like that? Swaying softly to the song that only we could hear?

I dared to ask him what other surprises he could possibly have in store after this bombshell, but he assured me that for now, at least, this was it. 

I pouted up at him in my best impression of A-Ling and asked him how it was fair to my poor battered heart if this is how he gives me new information about him? It was really gonna be a problem because I still want to know every detail of his life. I want to know absolutely every piece of him. 

Each bit of his soul he’s given to me is a shining nugget. More precious than gold or diamonds. Something to be cherished. Just like him. 

“How can my heart take it?” I asked.

To which that son of a gun replied

“Your heart will go on.”

Oh youuuuuuuuuuuuu.

I couldn’t stop laughing after that. Especially once he joined in. If any of the bunnies were still awake they surely thought those humans in the other room were bonkers. 

We calmed down eventually, still swaying the whole time. Just staying together in each other’s arms in the dark livingroom. 

Eventually I had to admit defeat. This day, as wonderful as it was, had been very emotionally exhausting for me. I told Lan Zhan I was tired and ready for bed and he responded by swaying me in the direction of the hallway. Which of course set me off again. 

We swayed and spun all the way to the bedroom door where we, tragically, finally had to let go of each other so that he could get me something to sleep in. 

I took the clothes, but hesitated. It was after midnight. Surely my allowed greedy period was over right? But still. I had to ask one last thing. 

“Is it.. .okay if I sleep in your room with you tonight?” I asked, staring quite determinedly at the floor. 

Lan Zhan answered almost immediately, saying that yes. Yes he would like that very much. 

That got me to look up so I could grin at him. In the dark I hope he couldn’t see that I was about ready to start crying again. 

There’s nothing wrong with crying, really, but fuck I was tired of it at that point. 

Without any further ado, I scurried off into the guest room to change into the over-large pajamas as quickly as I could. Before I headed back to his room, though, I decided I was ready to take another look at that photo album. And maybe I didn’t need to be alone to do it after all. 

I held it close to my heart, trying to drink in all the love that had gone in to making it for me, and scurried back to where Lan Zhan was waiting for me, already in bed. 

I scooted closer to him and asked if it was okay if we went through the album together again. He kissed my forehead (where I probably should have washed of Shijie’s mark but I was entirely unwilling to do so. RIP Lan Zhan’s pillow. I didn’t think of that haha. )

“Anything you want,” he said. It sounded like a promise. A pledge. Almost like he was swearing an oath.

Really it was just my sleepy mind making things overly dramatic again. 

We went through them together, Lan Zhan letting me pick the pace. We talked about some of the pictures and he didn’t judge me when I cried a little again after all. 

When we got to the picture of him alone at his guqin, though, I paused. 

He’d done so much for me. I’d never be able to pay back this kindness. Not even if I managed to somehow gain immortality. Not even if I was able to try until the end of time. 

“Thank you for tonight,” I said, cringing at how inadequate that was. It didn’t even begin to cover it. 

He told me that there was no need for thanks. That he wanted to give me this. 

I didn’t know what else to do in response to that. I just leaned into him to nuzzle his neck. Told him he was the best. 

A true statement, but again, completely inadequate. 

He, in essence, replied with a “No U.’

And then. 

Hold on. I want to remember this as accurately as possible.

“I feel very happy when I’m with you. You make me laugh. You encourage me to discover new things. You show me how much bigger my world can be. And you make me feel safe through it all.”

Pretty sure my heart full stopped. 

When it lunged back into motion again it was all I could do to squeak out his name and hide my face in his chest (ad;jkfadjf;aldk;adjskf;adlsf;kjfalksdf; you could park a car on that thing fuck). 

I reminded him again to WARN me first! Jeebuz Crisps!!! And he said he’d try.

Jerk. 

We stayed like that for a while in a silence so comfortable I’m pretty sure I just fell asleep. I think I remember feeling Lan Zhan maneuvering us under the covers to sleep properly but that could just be my mind filling in the blanks because that’s how I woke up. 

I don’t remember much of what I dreamed, but I know each and every one of them had family. And In each and every dream, Lan Zhan was at my side. 

THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP TO THAT ASS HOLE HAVING A FEVER SO HOT IT BOILED ME OUT FROM UNDER THE FUCKING COVERS

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LAN ZHAN STEALING MY COLD AND DOUBLING THE DOSE???????????????????????????????????????????????????????/

So it was my turn to play nursemaid to him except the main difference being that HE WAS ACTUALLY SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WTF WERE YOU HIDING BEING ILL THE ENTIRE NIGHT????????? GDI

I stayed with him as much as I could until he got better, though I had to help do my shift (AND HIS) at the cafe. 

In the end I”m the one that ended up cleaning up the last of the party.

Guess that’s fair. 

Once he started feeling better I surprised him with the chunk of cake I’d hidden. 

He looked at me with eyes that shined like A-Yuan’s when Shijie gave him his kiss. 

Apparently this asshat had only managed to get ONE BITE of cake the entire night! The one I fed him!

WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I HAD CAKE THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU ONLY GOT A BITE??????????????????????

WHY DIDN’T YOU EAT IT WHEN I WAS ON STAGE SINGING AND YOU JUST STOOD THERE HOLDING IT LIKE A DERP???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????/

Ah well. In the end he got to have his cake and eat it too. Haa. 

#wei ying #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs #cql #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

[my-arlington-academia]

Tadaxel fic for Tadashi’s birthday! 👔🤝😳

And I OOP- I did it. Sorry. No actually I’m not, it was a nice change of pace to write this. I think I might do more CharacterXCharacter fics from now on! I was getting a ’lil bit tired of always doing Main10XScholar fics. Don’t get me wrong though, I love Scholar! I just needed to change it up a bit. (And like promised Olivier is in it too whoops.) This fic is almost 3k words long! ...God, what am I doing with my life? Anyways, have a nice read! 💗💖

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Autumn was starting. The days were getting slightly shorter as time went on and the weather colder and colder. Knowing his friends, Tadashi had warned them about one thing.

”Don’t plan a birthday party for me. I don’t have enough time to celebrate it this year.”

Homework and ”student-body-president-duties” were kicking in so the *one* area from which Tadashi decided to take time away from was his birthday. Everyone found that line of reasoning ridiculous. He always had time for others and for work but never for himself. It was almost as if he loved suffering. The worst part of it was that his birthday conveniently fell on a Saturday this year. It was the perfect moment to celebrate it, Ellie especially was jealous of how lucky Tadashi got and yet he still decided to ”CaNcEL” his birthday. Ellie didn’t have that luxury, her birthday was always during the exam period of the year: in June.

Alistair tried his best to dissuade him and get him away from his desk, the place where he spent most of his day. His BIRTHday. Tadashi didn’t budge. Only when the sunset was setting did he finally decide to step back. Time went so quickly and all he did was working on assignments. He had one last thing left for the day: go shopping. Something that he had ever rarely done thus far. It was about time to learn how to, until now Tadashi was always sent ”shopping” with a butler to ”help him” choose. In reality, all Tadashi did was try on the clothes they ordered him to wear. In the end, all he had for his casual wear was white shirts, ties, dark colored pants and mostly brown shoes. Even if he won’t celebrate his birthday with his friends, he still wants to go out and buy something for himself. More precisely: a set of clothes that wasn’t dictated by his father.

Since a while back, Tadashi always felt like there was a disparity between his taste and those of his classmates. His casual clothes didn’t even look all that ”casual.” When he would go out with his friends, he looked like a coworker taking a break with his colleagues. But last week, reality had slapped Tadashi in the face: he can dress how he wants to. Or more accurately, Olivier had slapped him in the face with this revelation. He was having a conversation with him about the fashion department for some reason, then, Olivier took off his cat mask and looked at Tadashi straight in the eyes. He said:

”Tadashi. You’re free now. You can dress however you want to so please do it. I’m begging you.”

Tadashi was confused. This was coming from a guy who wore a black suit all the time instead of the school uniform. Actually, Tadashi was pretty sure that this was the very first time he saw Olivier’s face. He looked ugly but in a really cute way, he was like slightly above average with a sprinkle of misplaced handsomeness here and there. It was as if God didn’t really know what to do with him and used the ”random traits” button. Anyway, Tadashi wondered how he was a senior and yet Olivier, who was supposed to be one year above him, was still coming to school. So instead of answering what he was asked, Tadashi used his remaining braincells to try and get a response to his urgent question.

”How come you’re still here? Did you get held back a year or...?”

Olivier covered his face with the mask again and closed Tadashi’s mouth with the palm of his hand.

”Sssshhhh. Listen. I’ll only tell you this because I blindly believe that you won’t ditch on me but... I’m actually not a student here. I’ve never been. In reality, I’m a programmer in my twenties. My hobby is to pretend to be a teenager in Arlington, Lady A owes a big debt to my family so she can’t do anything about my presence here. All you have to do is to not tell anyone, okay? If the students find out, I’ll be kicked out for sure. But as far as they know I’m just a weird student who’s been held back in my senior year for 2 years in a row. There will come a day when I won’t be able to fool them anymore but for now, please just play along.”

”Okay.”

After that day, Tadashi pondered a lot about what Olivier had told him...

...

......

.........

”You can dress however you want.”

Yes. That was the one truly important thing he had taken away from this conversation. Thank you Olivier for your wisdom. Tadashi had made up his mind: the day of his birthday he’ll go shopping alone. And that’s what he did.

The curfew was in about 2 hours, in normal circumstances, the custodians didn’t have the right to let the students go out so late... however, if Tadashi had learned *one* thing from his family, it was the use of Privileges™. So using his ”I’m the student body president” card, he managed to step out from the school grounds and promised to come back as soon as he could.

He decided to go check out the most basic stores first just for curiosity’s sake, such as: H&N, Sike, Levy’s, Kalvin Clein, Badidas, etc. Until last year, all he would get was tailored suits and other ”professional” bullshit a teenager shouldn’t have to wear. Now he was finally free to go wherever he wanted, and it’s in the middle of those shops that he came across the one person in front of which he didn’t want to look stupid. A black hoodie on and his hair in a ponytail, he was looking straight at Tadashi.

”...What are you doing here?”

Tadashi instinctively switched to his "fake offended" look.

”Um. Shopping? Like you are?”

Axel glanced at the salmon pink shorts Tadashi was holding, not at all convinced by his try-hard witty remark.

”Oh? So uh, were you aware that it’s fall already or are you buying your summer clothes in advance? ’Cause those pink shorts ain’t gonna cut it to keep you warm buddy.”

Tadashi looked down at this random piece of clothing he was holding and hurriedly put it back while averting Axel’s gaze. He had already made a fool of himself from the very start of their encounter. Seeing that he was clearly embarrassed from the mocking comment, Axel dropped the act.

”No but seriously, why are you shopping alone at this hour? It’s your birthday, go have fun with your friends.”

Thinking about it now, from an outsider’s perspective his actions must look pretty dumb. Begging your friends to not celebrate your birthday, working all day then going shopping alone in the evening for some reason? Every single one of his decisions made sense in his mind but not in the eyes of others. In the end, he had worked himself to exhaustion all day, then he went shopping alone at the brink of the night. Understandably, his actions didn’t seem to make any sense.

”I... I wanted to buy some clothes by myself without the help of anyone else.”

Axel’s confused face turned to bewilderment the moment Tadashi uttered those words.

”*What?* Dude, you sound like you’re twelve. Come on, it’s not like it’s your first time choosing your clothes for your... self... Oh boy. Don’t tell me...”

At Axel’s realization, Tadashi looked down in shame hoping that this moment would come to pass as quickly as possible. That’s right, just make fun of me and get over with it. But instead of mockery or a mean joke, Tadashi felt a strong grip on his shoulders.

”Tadashit, listen. Even *I* can’t make fun of this. We have to fix this problem as soon as possible and we’ll definitely celebrate your birthday tomorrow, okay?”

Tadashi’s mind immediately rushed to all of the tasks he had to fulfill tomorrow.

”But-"

”Shush. No buts. I’m gonna help you buy two or three outfits, we’ll start from there. But eventually, you’ll have to replace all of your horrible wardrobe, okay?”

When Axel finally let go of his shoulders, he then grabbed Tadashi’s wrist and started dragging him out of the shop they were in. Tadashi was mildly fighting back, one part of him not wanting to get help from Axel of all people, another part of him curious of what kind of advice Axel could give him.

”H-hey! Where are you taking me?”

”To Never 21, hopefully they’ll have something that suits you Tadashit. Even if you’re planning on changing up your wardrobe, we’ll start with some really basic clothes though. For example, I feel like something simple and dignified would fit you, you get me?”

”Uh... what?”

Simple and dignified? What does that even mean?

Upon entering the shop, Axel finally let go of his wrist and started looking around in search of something ”simple and dignified.” Tadashi hesitantly followed him, not knowing what to do. He felt like a kid again, the kid who would stand next to the butlers and wait for their decision. That is until Axel picked up a light blue shirt and showed it to him.

”So what do you think of that one? It has a cute little logo on the chest pocket or... whatever those are called.”

”...You’re asking for my opinion?”

Tadashi’s face subtly lightened up as he remembered that this situation was not at all the same as before. He was shopping with a friend, not a butler who gets commands from his father.

”Duh. You’re the one who’s gonna wear this, not me. Frankly, I think that it’s still too tame but you don’t want to stray too far away from what you usually wear, right?”

”Hm. Actually. Can you dress me up in different styles? I want to see what fits me and what doesn’t. You seem much more well-versed in fashion than me, I think that I’ll really need your help.... Please?”

Thrown off by Tadashi’s honesty, Axel couldn’t even take a jab at him. In fact, being able to communicate with him without bickering was quite refreshing. Actually, it was about time for them to stop quarreling for every single thing.

"...Alright. Let’s do that. But just so you know, we’ll probably be late for the curfew. Oh. And you owe me.”

Like promised, Axel dressed Tadashi up in a lot of different outfits. Surprisingly, a lot of things fit him. Even the most unlikely styles, like the ”hippie style” weirdly enough. Or rather, ”bohemian” as Neha calls it.

”Huh. I was planning on making fun of you but you know what? You look good.”

Tadashi felt confused because of the unexpected, but genuine compliment he got. So all he could do was smile awkwardly while looking down at the floor again.

”You think? But I’m not a big fan of this... ”style” to be honest. I’d rather take the one I tried a bit earlier, the one with the pink-ish shirt.”

”Fair enough. Let’s buy that one then.”

Axel couldn’t help but notice that Tadashi may or may not secretly really like the color pink. Maybe it was a subconscious choice, but he would always pay attention to pink, yellow, and green colored clothes. Maybe because he never got a chance to wear bright colors before? He would always be in black and deep blues so he most likely yearned for more lively colors. Thinking about it now, it was obvious that his clothes were always dictated by his father’s tastes. Despite the fact that they used to fight a lot, especially last year, Axel felt a big amount of empathy towards Tadashi and quite a bit of respect for being able to stand up to his father after all of those years of getting manipulated.

At the counter, Axel impulsively decided to take out his credit card.

”I’ll pay for that.”

Tadashi looked up from his own wallet, surprised.

”Wait, really??”

”Mh-hm. It’s your birthday today and I didn’t really prepare anything so...”

The cashier folded the clothes, pu them in a bag and handed them to Axel. Axel in turn, handed the bag to Tadashi.

"There you go... Happy birthday, Tadashi.”

Even if he would never admit it, the sincerity in in Axel’s voice made Tadashi feel soft for half a second. His voice didn’t sound annoying when he wasn’t joking around and making stupid comments. Actually, this may have been the first time Tadashi realized that Axel had a pretty voice.

”Uhhh... Th-Thank uh. Thank you.”

What’s going on? Axel’s voice is pretty? No no no. It sounds annoying and condescending, not pretty. Absolutely not!

While Tadashi was having a crisis and fighting back against himself, Axel was already plannig on moving to the next shop. Like earlier, he tried to grab Tadashi’s wrist and drag him to their next destination. However, his aim was bit off as he did not look down before seizing his target. Tadashi was thrown off once again.

”Uh. Axel...? That’s my hand.”

Axel’s gaze finally went down to where he was grabbing. Seeing that it wasn't Tadashi’s sleeve but his hand, he immediately let go.

”Ah. Damn, sorry dude uhh... I didn’t mean to hold your um...”

The poor boys looked down in shame at their mistake, or rather ”aCcidEnTaL hAnD hoLdiNg.” Axel started feeling the same kind of emotional distress Tadashi was fighting against earlier. What’s happening? Why is it so awkward? If something like this happened at school, they would already be in the middle of cursing at eachother.

”Um. Anyway! Just follow me, okay? I shouldn’t even need to drag you in the first place. Let’s go.”

They tried to ignore that incident as best as they could and moved on to the next shop. In the end, they bought more than 3 outfits. Even Axel picked up some things for himself with Tadashi’s help. Everything was going well until they looked at their phones, remembering the thing they had forgotten.

”Ugh. Shit. Dashi, it’s already 5 minutes past our curfew. But you’ll cover for me, right?”

”Dude, of cour- Wait. Did you just call me Dashi?”

Axel’s mind had clocked out entirely. He looked at his right, desperately trying to look unconcerned.

”Uh. No?”

”... Yes.”

”...”

Axel couldn’t ignore Tadashi’s pressuring gaze. His grey eyes were really convincing when needed.

”Okay fine. But it was only because Raquel often calls you that.”

Satisfied of his win, Tadashi started walking on ahead towards the nearest restaurant with a little smirk on his face.

”Uh-huh. Sure, Axel.”

”Hey! Don’t give me that all-knowing look! Or else I’ll go back to calling you Tadashit.”

”Oh please, you’ll do that tomorrow whether I want it or not.”

Tadashi passed the door and sat down next to a window, followed closely by Axel.

”Dude, didn’t you hear what I just said? It’s past our curfew, we’re already late and instead of hurrying back you sit down in a restaurant?”

Waiting for an answer, Axel stood there dumbfounded as Tadashi gently shot a smile at him and placed his wallet on the table, already waiting for the the waiter.

”Sit down, I’m treating you for your help today... Thank you, Axel. Really.”

Axel’s annoyance was short lived. He really couldn’t do anything in front of this guy’s demanding look. Is that how he always gets everyone’s favors? By looking people in the eye and smiling? As much as he hated it, Axel was starting to understand how Tadashi was so convincing: it was his stupid, dumb, frustrating... pretty grey eyes. Screw him and his ”I know what I want and I’ll get it” look. Screw the curfew, the custodians, all the people who always got fooled by this gaze. But most of all, screw himself for getting tricked too. Goddammit.

Axel sat down with a slight blush on his face that he was trying to hide under his hand as he placed his mouth on his palm.

”You’re welcome. But fuck you.”

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Annnnnd done! I think this one was pretty fun! Not only to write but to read too. Please tell me what you think! I miss the funny comments you guys always left tbh 😂 My favorite part was the aCcidEnTaL hAnD hoLdiNg. Thank you for reading 💗💖

#sweet elite #se #tadashi nakano #axel #fanfics #fanfiction #birthday #tadaxel #yes I’m late again #but at least it’s only a couple of days this time!

[little-dragon-stories]

King chap 14

Your life changed completely when from a slave, you became a spy for the king. Will you be able to help him in his fight against slavery before it’s too late and the threat hanging over him comes true?

In this society where love comes after fortune, will your mutual affection be able to flourish?  

Royal au fic pairing female reader and Kwon JiYong

Feat: YoungBae, TaeHyung, MinHo and SeoJoon (just because  I had their face in mind when I pictured their character)

W.C: 4298

Warnings: Smuttish at the beginning (if we can say it like that). Otherwise, angst.

Personal note: This chapter is dense and intense. So many things happens. Buckle up.

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional. There is no research to be politically  accurate or to fit a certain period of time or place. In one word, it’s all invented.

My princess, personal muse editor: thank you for always giving my work a first read. Love you so much. What would I do, without you? <3<3<3<3<3 

Chapitre 14

“You’re ok?” he asked, gently rubbing your arm with his soapy hands.

The room was quiet as if you were the only people awake in the whole kingdom. The only audible noise was the slight lapping of the water when he rinsed his hands in it. You were both in a tub installed in his room. The morning has arrived, warm and lit. JiYong sat behind you, your back leaning against his chest. The sunlight filtered through the diaphanous curtains, revealing a few grains of dust otherwise invisible. The morning must not have been lazy, but he insisted that you take a bath together before he leaves. He stated that he had to take care of you, you certainly won’t complain about it.  

Last night, your first real night together, was magnificent. JiYong, carried away by a consuming passion, went more explosive than he wanted at the start. But you responded so well to his assaults, that he could not resist and had abandoned himself completely in the act. You made love all night, unable to get enough of each other. Each time was always better than the previous time. It was fatigue that won out over your desire in the wee hours of the morning. Sated and very much in love, you have fell asleep in each other’s arms. Despite the heat of this hot night, you couldn’t let go of each other. It would have been even more intolerable.

“Of course, I’m okay”, the back of your head leaning on his shoulder, you closed your eyes and yawn. 

“Oh! No! Because of me, you’re tired this morning. You’re absolutely sure I didn’t hurt you? You’re not sore anywhere?”

You burst into laughters. He was adorable, worrying like that. 

“Aaaw, JiYong, you’re so cute. We slept for not even 2 hours in 2 nights! Of course I’m dead tired. But did you hear me complain? Please, stop worrying.”

“I just want to make sure I haven’t hurt you or…”

You turned around in the small tub and because of the fit space available, you found yourself trapped between his legs. His wet skin felt amazing against yours. You tangled your arms around his neck and leaned over him in a slippery cuddle. His hands glided down your lower back and rested there, lazy and heavy.

“Listen carefully Kwon JiYong. I was there too, last night. I don’t remember asking you to stop. I don’t remember asking you to slow down either. In fact, it’s the opposite, right?” Although you were shy talking about last night, you couldn’t resist nuzzling your nose along the side of his neck. You felt so good in his arms. So good.

“Actually, you’re right! It’s all your fault! Shame on you for asking me more and more…” he joked, relieved. “I love you so much, you insatiable woman. Next time, I’ll make you ask for more again. I’m actually really good at it”. He teased, kissing the top of your shoulder.

“Oh no! I’ve created a monster!” you giggled “but I love this attitude better! Do you think we have time, right now?” you teased, humping against his crotch. You had the impression that in his presence, when you were alone, all respectability would be hard to maintain.

“I think I’ll always have time to make love to you” he said, serious, as his hands framed your face. 

“Oh! That’s promising… Considering how we are leaning, I guess you’ll be the one who begs right now.” you said, your modesty soared as your desire increased.

“I don’t mind at all, love. With you, begging will become my normality”.

And there you were, lazily making love to each other again. Insatiables.

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“Y/n?”  A joyful voice interrupted your thoughts of the morning. You were happy the little boy couldn’t read your mind.

“Yes little Channie, prince of my heart” you answered lovingly.

“Why do you think it’s a good idea to end slavery?”

The question took you by surprise. This morning, you and him had the idea to write and illustrate a storybook. You had to keep the little boy busy.  While his uncle and Kyo’s were on the run, JiYong preferred if Channie’s contact were reduced to its minimum. He was scared some traitor could be hiding among the staff, as it already happened in the past. You offered to be the one taking care of him during the day. JiYong’s quarters being the safest place in the kingdom, you had stay inside his safe walls. He took no chance when it came to the security of his love ones.

You spend a couple of hours writing short parts of the story, divided into small paragraphs. You took care to leave room enough to paint an image representing the action later on. You were working on your sixth page and you were challenging the little boy to justify the sad ending he wanted for his hero.

“This is a very serious question. Where is it coming from, all of sudden?”

“I had lunch with my father, remember? We had our father and son moment. He told me he was writing a new law. That was just before he spit what he had in his mouth. The new recipe that our cook tested was not good at all” he said, pouting.

You smiled, imagining the prince and the king, spitting their food in front of the helpless servants. 

“Oooh, that must have been funny to watch!” He ignored your comment, already thinking of something else. His mind was constantly racing at high speed.

“Did you know that our new cook is YoungBae’s wife? Father hired her after our food was poisoned last month. She was not a cook at all, she still has to learn but dad said he needed someone trustable in the kitchen. What food do you found absolutely disgusting? What color should we paint the little girl’s dress in our story?”

“Woah! Calm down little boy, I’m befuddled! I’m still processing the cook thing” you laughed.

The queen entered the room and cleared her throat to announce her presence.

“Is my son giving you a hard time, Y/n?” 

“Oh! Yes! He is. I can’t make him stop talking for more than 2 seconds. 

You teased him. You were feeling good today, your heart was light and you were in a playful mode.  Even without having slept very much, you felt beautifully well.

“Then, you should have come and told me. I would have given him a good correction” she played along with you, just before she patted her son’s hair. She had cried, it was evident. Her eyes were red and puffy.

The three of you spent a few minutes chatting together, she listened carefully to the story her son had invented with your help. She smiled and congratulated his creative side. The servant came and served you some tea and cut fruits. Before they left, the prince asked them where his father was and if he was busy. He felt the urge to discuss the storyline with him, apparently.

“Prince JiChan, your father was alone in the executive room an hour ago, writing important documents”.

“Oooh, alone in the executive room, you said?” the queen asked, smirking in your direction. “I believe he’s struggling and wouldn’t mind a little helping hand” she adds.

“He was writing meticulously, Mama, he seemed just fine.”

As soon as you were alone again, she invited you to go and surprised him.

“Go meet him Y/n, he would be so pleased. I’m sure he’s thinking of you anyway and can’t write anything” she adds, teasingly. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to it, the queen pushing you in her husband’s arms. 

“You have a good idea actually. You don’t mind staying with Channie?”

“Of course not, I’m his mother after all. Go, right now, before one of his annoying counselor arrives before you”

You wasted no time. It was at a run that you crossed the bridge on stilts.The warm season was expanding, not ready to give way to the fall. Some flowers had wilted, replaced by a whole new vegetation, less varied but just as colorful. A thin proof that the fall was coming soon.

Arriving at the destination, you smiled and bowed at the guards standing by the exterior door. They let you in without a single question, lowering their heads when you greeted them.  You took a deep breath to try and calm your heart that was beating too fast, excited to see JiYong again soon. The night had been perfect and the morning just as wonderful. There was nothing in the world that could have prepared you for so much happiness.  You wanted to thank him for that. And tell him again that you love him, because he seemed so shocked when you told him you loved him too. Almost in disbelief. Almost like if it was impossible for someone to love him for who he really was. You’ll remind him that you love him every single day from now on, you promised yourself that. 

You had no intention of spying on him. That’s absolutely not what you wanted to do. You just wanted to surprise him, to hug him from behind as he would continue working and steal a kiss, maybe two. But to do that, you had to sneak in, didn’t you? You couldn’t show up if someone was in the room.

Smiling gleefully and your heart threatening to explode in your chest, you took two small steps forward. The idea of cuddling him, breathing in his neck made you happy. You slowly walked towards the screen that was hiding the secret back door. When you heard him talk, you moved backwards, your plans had failed. You couldn’t move, talk or even breathe anymore when you recognised the voice of the man he was talking with.

“... of course, I knew you wouldn’t believe me, Cheon ha. But I’m telling you the truth”.

MinHo. Jang MinHo was here, talking with JiYong. What was going on? This is impossible, you must be dreaming. You never thought you would hear this voice ever again, you didn’t want to. Petrified, you wanted to leave, to run away from your ex-master but you were unable to move, frozen on the spot. Your heart was already beating fast, it was now threatening to come out of your chest. Anxious, scared, you couldn't think of a good reason for him to be here.

“I don’t believe it because it’s not the truth MinHo.”

“I haven’t seen Kwon SoYoung in years, believe it or not, majesty. But I heard there's a warrant for his and Kyo’s arrest. What did they do?”

“I have no intention to discuss it with you”.

“Well then, unless you have reconsidered your position about the offer I made, I guess I’ll be going back”.

“Don’t you dare declare that the discussion is over. Are you greater than the king, now? Until I give the order, you will remain here and answer my questions, as the low cast that you are. Did I make myself clear?” he hissed, losing his calm. 

Jiyong’s voice was openly hostile, he did not hide his hatred for his interlocutor. Belittling him like you’ve never seen him belittle anyone. A surprised murmur rose from the room. So they weren't alone, the guards were protecting him, YoungBae being never far from the king. Swallowing his pride, MinHo continued.

“You didn’t like the offer I made, majesty? I wonder why.  It was a generous one, if you’d ask me”.

“Generous? Let me laugh. Generous for who?”

“For SeoJon, of course” he mispronounced “I bet he was mad that you refused to welcome his wife and their baby. Such a small creature, you are heartless, majesty. I am sure you have regretted your decision”. 

Hearing it, you fell on your knees, in disbelief. He couldn't have refused to welcome them, he was the one who said to SeoJoon that it was inhuman to be seperate from his loved ones. There must have been an explanation, but what could it possibly be? 

“The audacity you have. If you would have been so generous, you would have sent them here on the first place, without trying to trade them”. He was furious. You know him, you know that tone is more than just cold. He was pissed. 

“It’s my father who picked the slaves for you majesty. Not me. I wouldn’t have picked those three”.

“Yes, I figured. I wonder why” he answered, sarcastic.

You were curious, you needed to know what was this offer MinHo made to the king. Why did JiYong refuse HyunSa and MiNa? So many questions were coming in your mind, so many possible scenarios.

“Jang MinHo, not only did I refuse your deal, but I also commanded that you will give me Master SeoJoon’s wife and daughter. You disobeyed my order. Because of that, you will be punished”

“I told you majesty, I would gladly give them back to you in exchange for Y/n, I was even giving you 5 more men, but you refused”

“WHAT?” you heard yourself asked out loud. Stupefied, you walked towards them, the screen falling on the ground on your way.

“Y/n?” JiYong asked, genuinely surprised to see you here. 

“What did he just say?” you asked your king, dumbfounded.

“Y/n? Is that really you?” MinHo was stupefied. You have changed so much, he had to look at you twice to make sure it was really you.   

“Y/n” the king’s tone was serious and commanding, he never used that tone with you before “Go back in the study room please. I’ll come back and explain later”.

He wanted you to leave, to run away as far as possible from your ex-master. Knowing you might feel distressed right now, he wanted you to stay away from the bad souvenir. His biggest fear was taking place right in front of his eyes and he was under the impression that everything that you had built together was about to be shattered. But for now, it was not the right time to think about it. It was time to take action. 

“No, no, majesty. I would love to hear what she has to say. But first, why is she here, in the royal executive room? How come, the king himself needs to justify his decisions to his staff member, even as beautiful as her? This is interesting” MinHo was having a blast. 

His viscous eyes were on you, since the second you arrived in the room. His mind tuned out of his surroundings and focused only on you. Everything else in the background became muffled sounds and patterns he couldn't make any sense of. In another context, he wouldn’t have recognised you. You’ve gained a few kilograms, you gained some colors on your cheeks as well and you didn’t have those blue circles under your eyes anymore. Your skin was now free of scratches or injuries, at least the exposed skin he could see.  With those ladies’s clothes and combed hair, you looked like a real lady, now. So different than when you were on the plantation. So appealing, he was enthralled by your beauty. He was already convinced that you should return to the plantation but to see you like that, he knew that his obsession would not diminish, that it will even get stronger. Until you were between his legs, where you belong.

Oh! He have tried sex with other slaves, he did. He tried the same positions, the same acts. He used the same words. He even called you by your name, sometimes as he closed his eyes. He understood really soon that none of them would ever be able to replace you, no matter how hard they tried to satisfy his needs. Because none of them was you. It became an obsession. He had to get you back. You were in front of him, so close but still untouchable. Now he had to make you come back to him at all cost.  Even if he loses everything he owns. He will make you his, again. 

“What was the offer, sir? Tell me, please. I want to hear it from you”. You begged your king, shaking from head to toes. Your voice was trembling and your lips threatening to turn blue. You couldn’t have heard correctly.  

It’s MinHo that answered, more than happy to have created a situation.

“Let me light up your mind, Y/n. 

“Shut up, MinHo” JiYong said.

“Like I was just saying, the first week after you were brought here, I sent a written offer to our beloved majesty. You, back in the plantation, against SeoJon’s wife, son and I was even willing to give our majesty, 5 more men in the process. But without a reason, he refused''.

“Are you telling me that I am here, living the best life possible and that because of me, HyunSa and MiNa are deprived from their husband and father? I could have made the reunion possible just by going back on the plantation?” you asked, outraged.

JiYong ignored your comment.

“I didn’t just refuse, I ordered you to liberate them immediately but you lied to me and said they were in HyunSa’s family, which I know wasn’t the truth. And by the way, it’s a daughter they have and her name is baby MiNa.”

“This is such a futile detail”.

“Take me now!  Bring me back there, right now!” You interrupted their dialogue. You became suddenly unable to think straight. You were scared to go back there, petrified. You didn’t want to leave JiYong behind, you don’t think you would be able to live without him anymore. You didn’t want to hurt him either but in your head, there was no other option. It was your happiness against your friend’s. You were so torn, it twisted your stomach.

“Y/n!” the king anxiously called your name until you looked at him. “It’s not your decision to make. Go back to the study room, please. Right now”. He was more ordering than asking. Everything in his tone hinted to you that he was not gonna accept anything but your obedience.

“Please?? Since when a king nicely asks something to his subordinate? This is interesting” 

You didn’t listen to your king, you walked towards your ex-master, willing to follow him. Scared, sad, mad. A mixture of emotions invading you. You looked above your shoulder, to have a last image of the man you will always love. Your eyes met his and you could read fear in his beautiful face. You know, he’s trying to communicate something through his eyes, but the message, unlike normally, didn’t reach you. You didn’t want him to be sad, you didn’t want things to end like this with him. Were you ever destined to be happy? With every passing day, you thought this happiness was finally possible. Is everything you built here, will end like this? Are you gonna screw everyone’s happiness, everywhere you go?

Until today, your biggest wish was for Seo to be reunited with his wife and daughter, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than that. With your hands trembling, you walked towards Jang MinHo. The further you went, the more your chin sank into your neck, moved by an ancient reflex. You paused, thinking of JiYong too. His happiness too, has become your priority, now. Little Channie too, you love him so much. You didn’t want to leave him, them. You didn’t want to make JiYong sad.  What to do? You froze completely, shocked. It was like your body was not responding anymore, like you had dozed off. 

“Y/n, come back here. Don’t you dare, interfere in this”. JiYong was panicking. Every fiber in his body was on high alert. That didn’t make you come back or continue to walk towards MinHo. You were half way between the two men. Unsure about what to do,

“Well, majesty, isn’t her decision? She wants to come back to the plantation, isn’t it what you want, that people can choose for themself?” MinHo provoked the king, openly.

“Jang MinHo, you will leave my court right now and you’ll have to pay me with 20 slaves for disobeying my previous orders, that includes MiNa and HyunSa. I want them both alive, that goes without saying.”

You were not able to think clear, the words JiYong just said rang no bell at all.  A new thought came into your mind. Suddenly, anger invades you. Baby MiNa and HyunSa, your best friend, could have been here already and JiYong refused it. He never mentioned it either. You felt betrayed by the man who said he loves and trusts you. He hid important information from you, information that could’ve changed the course of history for your friends. You could’ve played an important role, allowing their reunion. But Jiyong prevented you. You don’t think you can ever forgive that lie. He didn’t trust you enough to involve you and it broke your heart in two.

“I’m going with him, I’m sorry, sir’ you said to your king. “I want Seo to have his wife and daughter here when he’ll be back. If it’s the only solution, I’ll do it, I’ll sacrifice my own happiness for theirs. I’m so sorry”  Silent tears went down your chin.

“Y/n, it’s not the only solution, Think about it, I’m begging you. Y/n, come here. Right now” he urged. “This is my decision to make, not yours and my decision is final. You come back here’ he said, noticing you were not moving an inch.

‘No” You noticed that a guard has followed you, a hand on his sword. He was getting close to you, waiting for further orders.

MinHo burst out with a big fake laugh, amused. He always loved conflicts.

“I can see that the rumor was true, I couldn't believe it when it came to my ears. Guess what, majesty? There is a rumor that a slave has passed directly from dirt to the king’s bed. Some even go so far as to say that the king refuses his courtesans, now. One mocks the queen, saying that the slave must have certain talents that the queen does not possess. Is that slave our beautiful Y/n? Are you, using my leftovers, majesty?”

“You son of a dog!” JiYong said, angry. His face was red, his heartbeat pulsed at his temples. He was about to lose it. 

“MinHo, you give me your word that you’ll send them here if I follow you?” you asked, looking straight into his eyes, something you have never the courage to do before but with JiYong close, you found the strength. 

“Of course, sweetheart” he purred, reaching a hand to grab you. But JiYong was determined not to let it happen. This man will never touch you again. And you’ll never go back to the plantation. He stood up, his guards circling him automatically. He went straight in front of you, protecting you with his whole body. He clung you a little bit abruptly and dragged you behind him. You tried to protest but he held you back. A guard grabbed you by the waist and kept you from moving. JiYong’s anger was manifest.

“Leave me alone” you told the guard.

“Y/n, go back to the study room. Now”. He ordered you, looking straight at MinHo’s face. He won’t turn his back from him.

“I can’t do that and you know why. Also, you lied to me…. I want my friend’s family to be reunited. If I have to sacrifice myself, I’ll do it” you stated guided by a strong will to help.

“That’s what I thought. YoungBae, pick the best guards to escort her in the study room” he ordered “and make sure she stays there. Use all strategies you have to use. You hear me? Whatever it takes, do it. But she has to stay there. She may try to escape and it would put her life in danger”

“We can use force against her, sir?” A designed guard asked, uncomfortably stepping from one foot to another.

“If you have to tie her down or put her in jail, do it. Otherwise she might try to escape. Watch out, she’s clever”. He knew you would be mad at him. But he had no choice. Until he can come and talk to you, explain, you’ll put yourself in danger.

MinHo laughed and this time, it was a real laughter. 

“I cannot believe it” you said “’I’m so pissed right now. You, don’t you dare touch me” you told the guard when he wanted to escort you.

“I’ll be back soon, Y/n. We’ll talk then” The king said.

You served him a cold look and turned around on your heels, suddenly able to move. You didn’t want the guards to touch you, it always made you uncomfortable when a stranger did. Everybody except JiYong.  You left, escorted by 6 armed guards. You were not happy to be treated like a prisoner and you shown them.

“I will follow, there is no need to touch me” You told the guards.  Although the situation was a nightmare, JiYong was happy to see your fighting attitude. The first time he met you, you wouldn't have react like that. You would have done whatever your master or boss would have asked without questioning it. Now, you were fierce and you seemed strong. That made him happy and proud. Now, he only hopes that you will forgive him, for the whole situation.

“Now, it’s between you and me,” JiYong told MinHo just before you leaved, escorted.

#jiyong kwon jiyong #kwon ji yong #jiyong scenario #bigbang #bigbang scenario #Gd #Gd serie #Gd scenario #Gd smut #Gd angst #G dragon #G dragon angst #G dragon serie #G dragon scenario #Jiyong serie #Bigbang serie

[bi-nick-carraway]

Blinking Lights and Starry Eyes

Chapter 1

Summary: A 1950s high school natsby au. Read to find out ;)

Warnings: brief mention of cigarettes and alcohol, some vage sexual implications, reference to racism, Tom Buchanan

Note: This is not going to be an accurate representation of the 1950s. I tried (even tho I didn't really). I haven't written a fic in a long time and with the quarantine I figured why not. Hope you enjoy! (Also if someone could teach me how to do the "under the cut" thing is be eternally grateful. I use mobile and can't figure anything out.)

    The hallways were, as usual, gray, dull, and boring. It seemed as if time was moving slower every day. I never did enjoy school that much, despite what others might have thought. I was always studying and reading, never late to class, never partied, never spent my parents’ money on cigarettes or alcohol. I never even wanted to. School, parties, all of it just seemed boring to me. I wanted out of it all.

    My cousin Daisy, on the other hand, practically owned the school. Everywhere she went, she was treated like some kind of queen. Why she attended a regular public school like everyone else, I could never figure out. Expensive prep schools probably weren’t her idea of fun. Although her current idea of fun was named Tom Buchanan. She had gone through no small number of sweethearts, several of which her parents would never even think to approve of, but her relationship with Tom felt more permanent than any of the others. His family’s money probably had something to do with it, or maybe she got pregnant a little early. Either way, I was getting tired of seeing her following that jerk around.

    Unfortunately for me, that jerk was hell bent on making every day of my life miserable. Maybe he was making an effort to befriend Daisy’s relative, maybe he just had a natural attraction towards our family. Some days I wouldn’t have minded if it was the latter. His head may have been empty but his thighs sure looked hot in those shorts he always wore running.

I had just gotten out of my Advanced Composition class when he approached me, wearing a hideous blue and orange striped sweater and that wide aggressive grin that made me want to turn and walk away. But I forced a smile in return, even when he slapped my shoulder so hard I had to force myself to not wince.

“Nick!” Tom greeted, voice deep and unintentionally threateningly, at least I think it was unintentional.

“Hi, Tom,” I responded. As always, my voice weakened in the presence of a man stronger physically than myself, though Tom wasn’t exactly my first choice. “What’s up?’

“I need some advice.” That was surprising. “Have you heard about the new kid?” I shook my head. “Figures. Well, this kid, I think his name’s Jay Gatsby, everyone coulda sworn he was a dropout. Used to go here awhile back, then left out of nowhere. Now he’s back with hair full of a bucket of grease and girls falling for him left and right.”

“And why do you need my advice?”

“Here’s the thing. Gatsby and Daisy used to hang out before he left, but he didn’t have any money so no one felt sorry when it ended with them. But now he’s back and I’ve heard he’s made a ton of cash.”

“Tom,” I stopped him. “I understand your concern, but Daisy has no intention of leaving you for some guy with grease in his hair. I promise.” When the bell rang I bit back a swear. “I need to get to Algebra. Good luck, Tom.” I started towards my class, knowing full well that Tom had no intention of attending next period.

“You coming to The Green Light later?” Tom called after me.

“Maybe, but I have a report due.” Without any further comments, I walked quickly to my class to avoid Tom’s guilt trip. I didn’t want to hang out with any of his football buddies, but I knew Daisy liked seeing me there while she waited tables, and I hadn’t been in weeks. The report wasn’t a lie, but eventually I figured one night at the diner wouldn’t hurt.

One night wouldn’t hurt. That’s what I tried to convince myself as I sat between two giants in letterman jackets. Did it feel nice to be sandwiched between two men for the first time in weeks? Sure, but nothing coming out of their mouths was attractive at all. Tom, in particular, liked to talk garbage about black. He had read a book defining the scientific evidence of white superiority. I smiled and nodded when needed, but I felt awful for the woman working behind the counter. She was polite and served them drinks, and then had to hear all this trash about her skin color.

“Hello, boys,” Daisy said as she rushed over to check in. Any vulgar talk stopped immediately in the presence of an attractive female. I tried not to roll my eyes, mainly because I loved my cousin and didn’t want to offend her. “Anything I can get you?”

“No thanks, darling, but the service here is great,” Tom flirted and winked. The rest of them agreed, and I tried my best to smile at her. Smiling at my dear cousin was hard to do while surrounded by such horrible people. More than half of them wanted nothing more than to bed her, even when she was Tom’s girl. I guess I couldn’t blame them. If I liked girls and if Daisy wasn’t my cousin, I could see why seeing her in that little green skirt and coffee-stained apron would make a guy go crazy. Her gold curls falling down her shoulders certainly didn’t help. The boys around were practically drooling, except for Charlie sitting next to Tom. That wasn’t any kind of mystery. I knew for a fact that Charlie had a very sweet, very kissable mouth. I sent him a smirk for the fun of it and forced back a laugh when he glared and his cheeks went red.

“Nick,” Daisy started, snapping my attention away from the flustered jock, “why don’t you start working here? Sally just left for college, and I know you don’t have anything else going on.”

“Thanks for pointing out my social life, Dais,” I said, getting a laugh out of some of the guys, “but you know I have to study. I have three tests coming up next week.”

“He’s a slave to the system, baby,” Tom said with a good-natured grin. Daisy rolled her eyes.

“We could still use a few extra hands,” Daisy said.

“I’ll think about it,” I said. She knew I was teasing her. She always did.

After a while, people started filtering out. It had gotten late. One of the guys was having drinks at his place, but I politely declined in favor of some last minute studying. I stayed a little longer. I could have dragged Charlie behind the diner for some fun, but he didn’t look like he was in the mood for it. I’m not sure I was in the mood for it, either, probably just had some steam to blow off.

When I finally decided to leave the hazy green light inside the diner, I walked out into the cool evening air. It felt nice, and it was just starting to smell like spring. Winter that year hadn’t been harsh at all, but I was still looking forward to the warmer weather.

As I paused for a moment to appreciate the fresh air, something caught me off guard. I saw a young man leaning against a beat up Harley. He wore a leather jacket over a white shirt, and his blond hair was slicked back with one stubborn lock hanging in the middle of his forehead. His beauty is what I noticed first. What I noticed next was his longing stare directed at The Green Light Diner. I shrugged it off as some creep waiting for a cute girl to come out, despite how poetic the image appeared. I walked away, hoping he didn’t catch me staring at him, and headed home. The stars were coming out, and the back of my mind hoped I would see that beautiful young man again.

tags: @low-key-aesthetic

#the great gatsby #tgg #jay gatsby #nick carraway #james gatz #natsby #the great gatsby fanfiction #1950s au #second chapter to be posted soon

[nikkzwrites]

Is it Too Late to Tell You | Reader x Conner | Detroit Become Human OneShot |

TW: Death

You lounged on the couch and tried to write more on your thesis for your doctorate. You were working in genetic engineering and were trying to find a quick healing” solution. Sadly, since your father’s information got leaked to the general public for being an engineer and designer for some of the androids. So now you had to stay generally confined to the luxury apartment that your father and you lived in. You let out a sigh as you stretched. It was becoming generally pretty boring in your home. Someone had to be hired to walk your dog. You had all your food and groceries delivered. You were only allowed on the balcony for short periods of time. You missed the outdoors. You missed going through Detroit.

The door opened. Your red fawn Anatolian Shepherd lifted her head and wagged her tail. You poked your head over the sofa knowing it was safe. Your father had walked in through the door with a tired smile. He opened the door again and called to someone outside that you couldn’t see. “RK800, you can come here. This is going to be your new home,” You heard him say in his father tone.

You placed your laptop down and knelt on the cushion so that you could see who your father was talking to. You spied a young man with brown hair and brown eyes stride in. He had a nice non-threatening face. You smiled and asked, “So Dad, are you going to introduce me to tall and handsome with you?” You lay your head on your arm. You giggled at yourself and your forwardness.

“Oh,” Your father commented. He looked back between the man and you. He laughed at himself and rubbed the back of his neck, “Uh… My team and I hadn’t thought of a name yet. I guess you can name his line if you’d like. It is customary for the model to be named by the person who they are helping and assisting.”

You rested your chin back onto your arms so that you looked at him properly, “Hm…” You slid off the comfortable miniature home within your home. You strolled over to the man you now realised was an android. His eyes watched you as you studied him. You smiled at him and asked, “What name would you like?”

“I do not have a preference for what you call me. I simply am here to comply with orders,” The man replied.

You giggled and said, “Well you have to have a name. If you don’t, then we can never truly get to know each other Conner.”

The man tilted his head, “Conner?”

You nodded, “Yes. Lady likes you. So, the name fits you.” You smiled and patted his hand.

Your father addressed Conner and said, “Well Conner, as I was telling you in the car, I want you to make sure my daughter is safe and I know she has been getting lonely. So please be a companion for her.”

You laughed at your father and turned to Conner. “Don’t listen to him,” you smiled at him, “You don’t have to do anything you do not want to do Conner.”

Conner tilted his head. He blinked for a second. His LED became yellow as he processed, “But...I am just supposed to complete my objectives.”

You smiled at Conner. “Yes. I guess that is what they intended,” You held his hand.

A few days later, you woke up and groaned. You elongated your muscles and sighed. You blinked hearing a slight shuffle next to you. Your head turned to see Conner standing with a tray of food for you. You sighed and asked, “Conner, what are you doing?”

“I prepared breakfast for you,” Conner answered your question promptly. He looked at you. Upon seeing your confused expression, he explained, “I was researching common requests of owners of domestic androids. This is surprisingly very high among them.” He placed the tray in your lap and sat in his chair next to your bed.

You deadpanned for a second. Your face clearly annoyed. You shook your head and tried to explain again, “Conner. Please don’t do things unless you expressly want to do them. You are here to be my friend-”

“And guardian,” The robotic man interrupted.

“Which means that you do not have to act like a servant if you don’t want to.”

Conner shook his head, “I have no opinion either way. I’m just supposed to make sure you are not lonely, healthy, and safe. Having a balanced breakfast in a relaxed manner is very important to your health. After this, I actually prepared a morning exercise routine for you. Right now it isn’t much, but that is because you have not exercised in-”

“Do not comment on how much a woman exercises, Conner. That is very rude,” You smiled as you corrected him, “But thank you for all your hard work and dedication.” You saw Conner adding a note of what you corrected him on in his memory.

“So what would you like to do today,” He asked.

“I plan on doing whatever you had planned for me today.”

The android blinked, “I thought you said that it was rude-”

“I know what I said Conner,” You addressed his concern, “But I still plan to do what you so lovingly designed my day to be today.”

“I wouldn’t say lovingly. I only did what I was assigned to do,” Conner explained.

“I know. That was hyperbolic.”

Conner further explained, “The most accurate term would be dutifully.”

“Thank you Conner,” You laughed and finished the food he had brought for you to eat. It was very well balanced. You were going to have to give him your favorite meals soon. His menu was almost too perfectly healthy for your taste buds.

Panting, you stop to take your breath. You doubled over from exhaustion. Your android companion jogged up next to you. He leaned down to meet you and asked, “Are you alright? By my calculations, we should have stopped sooner for you to rest at a more optimal time of exercising.” He took a deep breath to make you feel better. He rested his hand on your back and asked, “Do you need to walk the rest of the way? It seems like you pushed yourself too hard.”

You shook your head as an answer to him. You took your time catching more of your breath before verbally replying him. “I am fine. I can continue. Just give me a minute.”

Conner nodded and stood up straight. He pulled you up with him and lifted your arms above your head. “This will maximize your oxygen intake,” He explained before you had time to ask, “If we are to continue, I suggest we walk for a bit with you like this before you overexert yourself again.” He let his hands linger on your arms before pulling away. The android took a brush and redid your hair to make sure none of it was hitting your neck too much. He, then, took out a cool towel and wiped the nape of your neck down to the extension of your shoulders.

You closed your eyes and breathed out, “Thank you Conner.” You let your arms relax at your sides again. You held out your hand, “Please?” You pointed to the towel.

Conner blinked and handed it to you. He watched as you wiped your face and arms. “Would you like me to get there as well next time,” He asked as you gently handed him the towel back.

“I can do it,” You assured him as he placed the towel back into a containment tube and back into the backpack. You smiled at him and asked, “Do you want me to carry the bag next time?”

He shook his head and gave you a bottle of water, “It would be too heavy for you. Next time, we can get you a water bottle holder and a small fanny pack if you’d like.”

You took a sip and nodded to him, “Anything that makes this a little bit more fair.”

Conner chuckled and said, “This is nothing to me. Please don’t worry so much about me.”

You shook your head and said, “Never Conner. I will always worry about you.”

When you two arrived at the square, you stopped jogging and took a small break to sit on a bench. Conner walked over to you and stood in front of you, “After you are done resting, I can call a taxi to bring us home. You did well today, exceeded my expectations.”

You laughed, “Thank you. Can we walk around here first? I want to buy you some work out clothes and just go look around the shopping center. Is that okay?”

Conner nodded, “That is absolutely fine.” He checked the time in his systems. He, then, commented, “We should also get you lunch while we are here.”

You nodded as you stood up. You linked arms with his and smiled. You walked through the stores with a bright smile and pulling him into stores so that he could try on clothes.

“I do not have a need for these things. I have my uniform,” he tried to argue with you.

Your head made the international understanding of no, “You may not need it, but it would be nice for you to have clothes you can wear whenever you want.” You picked out some white, black, and blue outfits. You picked out some work out outfits, some everyday outfits, and another suit. You went and found some matching pajamas in blue with white and black accents. They were built to be matching so you got yourself, your father, and Conner a pair. You got both your and your father’s initials on the corresponding pajamas. You also got Conner’s full name embroidered on the chest pocket and left cuff. You made sure to order this while Conner was in the dressing room. After he tried on the clothes and your surprise was on order, you both walked towards the food court for you to get some food to eat.

Conner smiled and said, “Thank you. This is very sweet of you to go through all of this for me.”

You ate your meal a little bit and smiled. “Hey Conner,” You scooped a bite onto your fork and said, “Open.”

Conner was taken aback, “Wh-What are you doing?”

You giggled and said, “I want to see if you like this.”

Conner sighed and opened his mouth. He has since learned not to argue because he knew he was going to lose. He let you put the bite in his mouth and hummed imitating the way you eat.

You laughed and exclaimed, “Conner!” You blushed and covered your face a bit to hide your embarrassment. 

Conner tilted his head concerned, but then smiled seeing how bright your face was. “What did I do,” he asked.

“It was just cute,” You softened and sighed. You finished up your food and went back home to go relax with your friend.

A few days later, you and Conner got into a routine. It was amazing being able to spend time with someone and see the impact of your life together. Conner was still Conner, but he was becoming more confident with himself and his place with things. In fact, Lady had started to go and cuddle with him instead of you. It was so wonderful to see him feeling like he could be at home. That morning the both of you got up and cooked breakfast. Then you went for your morning jog. You interrupted the jog to go and pick up your surprise package. Conner waited for you outside of the store, per our request, so that it could keep a surprise. When you walked out, you noticed a man talking to Conner. You overheard the comment, “Oh, are you also waiting for your wife?” You blinked, then realised he thought Conner was human due to the hat he was wearing hid his LED.

Conner blinked for a second and said, “No, I am waiting for my-”

“Hey Conner,” You called jogging up. You wanted to quickly intercept the conversation before it got into bad territory. You turned to the man and said, “I’m sorry. We have to head out. We are late getting home and our dog will worry.” You pulled Conner up and waved a farewell to the man.

Once away from him, Conner looked down to you, “He didn’t know I was an android.”

You shook his head, “No. He didn’t.” You slipped the package into your backpack and jogged with him back home. Once home, you both greeted Lady. You split ways once fully inside and shoes off. You walked to your bathroom to shower and Conner walked to the kitchen to make the two of you lunch. You let yourself have a cool shower to soothe your heated skin and to wash the sweat off your body. You walked out of the bathroom when you were ready. There was food on the table for the two of you and Conner had changed into the suit you had bought for him. You sat across from Conner to eat.

Conner looked at you with a small smile. His face almost conveyed shyness and awkwardness. “I,” Conner started. He paused to gather himself up more, “Would you like to dance with me?”

After eating, Conner stood and strode over to your side of the table. He bowed and held his hand out to you. You smiled up at him and took his hand. He took it and held it into a comfortable waltz position. When you stood to meet him, Conner slid his hand to the small of your back. He sighed happily and smiled at you. You looked up at him and said, “I am sorry in advance. I never really learned how.”

Conner gently brushed the hair out of your face, “It’s alright. I will teach you.” He took a moment to evaluate and to create the perfect flow of events. He focused back onto you and nodded confidently, “Yes, please follow my lead.”

“Of course,” you responded with a small nod. You followed as he lead you through the steps. You were amazed at how well he could dance and move. He kept the both of you in perfect sync. You smiled and leaned into him. You rested your head on his chest. It was disconcerting at first that he didn’t have a heartbeat, but you quickly got over it by looking back up at him. You smiled after a while of dancing and pulled away.

Conner looked concerned, “Di-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head. You kissed his synthetic cheek and smiled at him. You asked him, “Conner, please wait here.” You turned away and went to grab the present. You handed it to him and said, “Please go try this on.”

Conner looked down at it. He smiled and shook his head. He sighed contently and looked up at you. “Only because you asked so politely,” He smirked.

When he disappeared to put his on, you snuck away to put on your matching set on. You heard Conner emerge faster than you. He called for you. You walked back saying, “Conner, you can try to be patient.” Your shirt still needed to be fully buttoned.

Conner froze for a second. He simulated swallowing hard and turned his face in embarrassment. He still walked over to finish helping you button your top. “You could have told me you were still changing,” He gently smiled down at you.

“But that would have ruined the surprise,” you concluded. You took a step back and spun for him to see that he and you matched. “I also got one for my father,” You added.

Conner gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “That is perfect. Thank you.”

It was about a week later that the three of you got a family photo in the matching pajamas.  The photographer had no problems getting some perfect shots. All of you were all smiles and laughing.

You and Conner were cuddling on the sofa in your matching pajamas when your father came in. You greeted your father nonchalantly. He laughed and commented that Conner was spoiling you too much. The two of you had become lazy.

Conner chuckled and said, “Today was a cheat day.”

You nodded and concurred with him, “We just wanted to catch up on some shows that we were missing.” You leaned over Conner’s lap to talk to your father.

Your father laughed again, “Next thing I know, you have convinced him to sleep in your bed with you.”

You and Conner looked at each other and remained silent. He, then, spoke up and said, “She got freaked out having me just sitting in a chair watching her every night. So instead, I lay with her so that if she wakes up, it isn’t as alarming.”

“Keep telling yourself that Conner,” Your father waved and walked up the stairs to go to his room, “At least I don’t have to worry about surprise grandchildren.”

After a little bit, you two also decided to turn in for the night.

The day Conner was officially was marked deviant was a day you’d never forget. The two of you were on your routine jog when you past the Cyberlife office. You shook your head as a riot had formed in front of it. You were just going to pass it up until you saw one of the protesters attack an android. You couldn’t help it. You turned to Conner and said, “Conner, please go grab an officer. I’m going to help the man getting abused over there.” You jogged over to go help the android. You pushed the protester beating him up and said, “You need to stop. He wasn’t doing anything to you.” You reached and helped him up. You tried to calm him, “It’s oka-”

The android tried to interrupt you, “Please Ma’am wat-”

You turned to see the protester you pushed reach to hit you. Before you or he could react, Conner appeared between you and the attacker. He grabbed the man’s arm and said, “Please do not harm her. She is very important to me. I am going to advise you to stop your attack at once.” Conner started to twist the man’s arm.

“Conner,” You screamed pulling him out of his rage. He let go of the man and shook his head.

“Is everything alright,” An officer intervened. 

The rest of that day was uneventful until the night. You heard a rustle in the house. Both you and Conner shot up out of bed. Conner quickly ran downstairs. When you reached the part of the stairwell to see into the common areas of the house, you watched as Conner shot. You screamed as the protester from before lay dead and bleeding onto the floor. Conner looked up, saw you, and ran to you. You two clung to each other. Conner eased you to the floor as you cried. It wasn’t long before the swat team arrived to assess the situation. Your father also came home early as the team and Cyberlife decided it was best to take Conner away. You kissed him assuring him everything would be fine and that he would be back with you soon.

He never came back. In fact, you saw a Conner later working within the police. You rushed to him only to find that his memories with you had been erased. That night, you mourned even harder about your loss.

You watched on the screen seeing the Android Protests. You smiled happily until you saw the military and police needlessly firing upon them. You threw on a jacket and ran down to the statute towards where they were walking.

Conner’s lips trembled. He held his head and shook it. He felt faded memories of love and rage hitting him. He turned to listen to the familiar voice calling to him. He saw the face that kept flashing into his head. He whispered your name.

“Conner! Watch out,” You dived to push him down as a bullet came to hit him. It easily tore through you. Everyone watched horrified as red blood splattered instead of blue.

Conner flipped the two of you panicked. He held you close, “Wh-Why did you do that? You were supposed to stay safe. You had everything to look forward to.” He started to cry. He slammed his forehead into yours.

With your last moments in your body, you laughed, “It doesn’t mean anything if I couldn’t have you.” You closed your eyes and took your last breath with Conner’s lips pressed against yours.

After the protest was over and everyone was free, Conner met up with Hank. He gave his police partner a hug as they talked. It wasn’t long after that when he was dragged back into his mindscape. Instead of it being winter like he had last left it, it was a beautiful spring again. He blinked and took the bridge to the middle island. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

You turned back to face Conner with a huge smile, “I love you.”

#conner x reader #detroid become human #detriot become human #detroit: become human #detroit: connor #rk800 x reader #conner rk800 #dbh rk800 #dbh connor #dbh conner x reader

[lorei-writes]

People I’d Like to Know Better

Aww, I got tagged by @datenoriko . Let’s do this!

Birthday: March 13 ( it’s somewhat awkward sometimes, because I never know what to answer whenever somebody asks me for my age if it’s before my birthday - the most accurate answer would be my actual age, but the more useful one would be to round it up. Either way, I’m almost 20).

Zodiac: Pisces! (And I can’t swim and have been terrified of water since forever).

Last song I listened to: Take This Lonely Heart - Nothing But Thieves

Hobbies:

Okay, stay with me there. Disclaimer: I do not do all of that stuff all at once. I do not know why it is that, but my hobbies have always followed fixated pattern: find something you like and do nothing else in your free time. I do not want to brag here, I’m just really passionate about those things! + I’m babbling way too much.

Math - I absolutely adore math, especially logarithms and trigonometry. There’s nothing more satisfying that finding a solution to a problem, even if it’s “using a cannon to kill a mosquito”, as my tutor says. That being said, I usually studied on my own (the majority of my classmates at high school just oftentimes needed more time than I did. I did have a private tutor - it is a really common thing in my country - but I usually had the general idea of the concept before the class and we’d just solve the tasks I didn’t know how to tackle). Because math is just like that! It makes sense! I feel safe doing math - if I can see enough examples, then I’ll probably be able to come up with a pattern and the solution. However, there’s a single problem with math ^^”” I had a very bad posture and could sit studying well... 6 hours at school + 3-5 at home (+private tutorial depending on the day)?^^””” It wasn’t all math, but it certainly did increase the amount of time I’ve spent like that... A couple of years of that and you know how I injured my spine ^^”” It was really bad, hehe, I could hardly write ^^” The first physician I’ve seen also didn’t diagnose it right, so I had to take a year off to somehow figure it out ^^””

Writing - I LOVE WRITING. I think I’ve started doing it when I was 11? Although it’s probably hardly noticeable, since I had never written stories in English before, haha. I usually write fantasy, because the word building aspect of it is just so enjoyable. Other than that... I am this unfortunate kind of writer that can’t lie ^^” I always have to research everything, otherwise it doesn’t feel right at all! I most probably always am overly optimistic in regards to economic stuff, but yeah, overall I tried to read up. Recently I’ve been EXTRA excited by how different English is when compared to Polish! I hope one day I’ll be able to convey the same raw emotion in both of them. And that I develop muscle memory, so that I don’t make so many typos!

O, and there’s some actual I-have-looked-it-up-stuff in my stories (spoilers): Had it happened in the future, part 2 - I know a person who has lost an eye in a very similar way, Dragon’s Treasure - technically, those are the symptoms of a poisonous hemlock... Poisoning. Gash, it sounds so stupid. Either way, it doesn’t grow in Japan (but it does in China, India, almost the entire Europe), so I put up the “it was exported” hypothesis. Either way, the funny thing in the story is that we still don’t have an antidote for it, so Torakikumaru was literally saved by the fact that he wasn’t hungry after stuffing himself with candy - yes, the konpeito he shared with Nobunaga. The boy just didn’t ingest enough of the plant for it to be lethal. Together? That’s how untreated hypothyroidism looks. I hope to write more stuff including some small details like that ^^” O, yeah, I was also really happy with how the Judgement day turned out! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve referenced the Exodus there ^^” Well, more precisely, Exodus 34:14, per verse. Though I’d say that that what happened before is also kinda important - the golden calf and so on.

Yes, I’ve been on one shots rampage since I’ve started this blog. 

SEWING - I’m self taught seamstress! I make mostly backpack and cute bags, but I can sew some simple clothes just as well ^^ Recently I’ve been doing some easy fixes and mending, but I hope to make a flat lined skirt in near future. Now that I finally have my hand back, I want to WORK. I also do embroidery. 

Crocheting & Loom Knitting - I’m not the best at either of this, but it’s soo calming. I oftentimes crochet when watching something - I actually can do this and still read the subtitles, so I can watch anime!

Languages - it’s low-key embarrassing, but I can only speak Polish and English ^^” I know some very basic French and Japanese as well, but yeah, I hope to learn more about those. Preferably, I’d like to understand written and spoken Japanese without much trouble. Though I like to just listen how others speak about languages just in general - what are the grammar rules, etc. It’s so fascinating!

Biology - I kinda cheated on biology (well, and chemistry) with math, but I still do love it. I especially like reading about the engineering of human body - how it evolved, what are the flaws in the “design”, how it all works. And for some reason, I like the long words. Just the long words. And since I like to know what they mean, people at school assumed that I was smarter than I was - like, nope, dear, I just read about random stuff and get VERY excited when there’s just a single tiny tineey chance I can infodump somebody.

Drawing - I used to draw portraits before my spine injury ^^” I was kinda decent at it, but yeah, well... Spine. Couldn’t hold the pencil. I’ve lost most of my skill now, but I’m slowly coming back  to it. I love coloring things with alcohol markers. They blend just so beautiful. I also paint with acrylic paints aaand want to learn more about watercolors! 

History - Eh, kinda random, but I watch a lot of stuff about how the daily lives of people in the past were - how did they do the laundry, how was the soap made, how did women deal with their periods, how did the underwear look, etc. I’ve read an amazing book on women in Medieval times! 

CATS - everything cats. Literally. From cat related goods, to actual products for cats - litterboxes, cat litter, anything. I like researching cat behaviorism. That’s probably good tho, because I have three lovely little cat ladies ^^

Otome games - I write only for ikesen, but I’m playing ikevam too. I played ikerev, but gash, the game crushes all the time! :C Other than that, I’ve finished Masamune’s route in SLBP and it was enjoyable - it is only that the colour scheme of the interface makes my eyes burn. I do not mean to say that it is ugly or bad, it just hurts me - not in metaphorical sense, it really, literally tires me out and makes the experience unpleasant. I know it’s weird.

Last movie I watched: Oh. Em. The thing is, I do not know ^^” I plan to watch some Ghibli movies on Netflix, but haven’t got around to it just yet ^^” I don’t remember when was the last time I’ve watched a film other than that - I just can’t focus for long enough. Or I get too excited. Long story short - you don’t want to watch a movie with me. You really don’t.

Dream job: Teacher! I would want to teach math. I’ve seen far too many bright minds go dull because the parents couldn’t afford the private tutor and that is just sooo wrong. However, it means getting stuck in a dead end job and becoming the private tutor after the school - teachers are gravely underpaid in my country and frankly, I don’t know if I will be able to afford to become one. 

Meaning behind URL: None. I just like Masamune & keep here all my stuff and the stuff I like. It makes me happy ^^

Tags: @missjudge-me, @fairstival, @nad-zeta , @metroidgirl0234 ! Hope you guys don’t mind ^^” If you don’t like the tag game, feel free to ignore it.

#blabbing #taggame #aww #i like tag games #justmethings

[knifeshoeoreofight]

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A03

“Your dog is stare at me.”

“Hm?” Sid lifts his head, pausing the attentions he’d been paying to the sweet little hollow at the base of Zhenya’s throat.

Ref is standing at the end of the couch, staring with the intensity only a herding dog can produce. Sid snorts, and snuggles down to rest his head on Zhenya’s shoulder. He feels gentle fingers settle into his hair, and he thinks that he can’t remember ever feeling so content. The fire he’d lit in the wood stove before dinner is still crackling softly every once in a while, and the room is warm.

So is Zhenya, where they’re tangled together on Sid’s couch. Sid slides a hand up under his thin t-shirt, more just to be close than to start anything. Zhenya hums, the noise a deep buzz under Sid’s ear where it’s pillowed on Zhenya’s chest.

“He’s judge me,” Zhenya complains, but Sid can hear the smile in his voice.

“Ref. C’mere, bud,” Sid says, and extends a hand to his dog. Ref whines and surges forward to lick at it, wagging his entire body. Sid laughs. Zhenya shifts beneath him, and he reaches out to Ref too, to scratch at his ears. Ref wriggles with happiness and makes as if to leap onto the couch.

“Nuh-uh, don’t you dare,” Sid says. He yawns.

“Getting late,” Zhenya says softly, and touches his thumb to Sid’s bottom lip. “Should go. Need to get Sofia to school in the morning.”

Sid slides off of him, and stays seated on the couch as Zhenya rises. He feels tired, and muzzy, and well-kissed. He lets his eyes linger on the breadth of Zhenya’s shoulders in his tight sleep shirt,, the long, lean line of his torso. His ridiculous ass, emphasized by the pajama pants he’s wearing.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Zhenya says hoarsely. “Or I’m not be able to leave.” Sid flushes, and almost apologizes, before deciding he’s not sorry.

“Look at you,” Zhenya says softly, and crosses the room back to him. He touches Sid’s cheek, and Sid leans into the touch. God. He’s never had anyone be so sweet with him before.

“What about me?” Sid asks.

“Hair all fluffy,” Zhenya says, smiling. “Sleepy. Pretty mouth all red, because of me. Make me want to stay forever.”

Sid wants to tell him “then stay,” but he knows that it’s too soon. Making out on the couch for an hour right after realizing they have mutual feelings is probably too soon, for what they are to each other. But everything about it had felt right.

“Let me find you a warmer coat,” Sid says, getting up. “The one you had on was ridiculous for this weather. Over pjs, even.”

Zhenya smiles sheepishly. “Couldn’t wait.” His words make the warm glow in Sid’s chest go even warmer.

Sid finds him his warmest coat with the least amount of horse and goat hair on it. He unnecessarily helps Zhenya into it, smoothing the front of it down after he zips it closed.

“Too big on me,” Zhenya says appreciatively, eyes resting, heavy lidded, on Sid’s shoulders and chest. Sid turns red and busies himself finding a scarf and a toque to give Zhenya as well.

When he’s bundled up to Sid’s satisfaction, he kisses him again at the door, long and lingering. When they step out to the porch, there’s a dusting of snow, and even more swirling down in the light spilling from the house.

Zhenya laughs, and reaches out to catch a flake on his palm. Sid eyes what he can see of the driveway.

“Drive careful,” he tells Zhenya. “It’s just a dusting but it’ll be slippery. Text me when you get home.”

Zhenya promises to do so, and leaves, only pausing to come back and kiss Sid one more time once.

After about twenty minutes, he texts Sid two snowflakes and a heart.

***

He texts Tanger, even though it’s late.

>call off the Québécois mafia.

>i have no idea what you’re talking about

>yes you do. Don’t hassle Evgeni Malkin.

>who?

>Kristopher.

>ok fine

>why not

>we dealt with it like mature adults is why not

>define mature adult. I’m hoping you told him off but inside my heart I know you’re too Canadian

>tanger. You’re Canadian

>I’m French Canadian. Big difference and you know it

>deets, or I’m not letting you hold Victoria at the next potluck

>we talked.

>aaaaaaaaand???????

>we’re going to try it out.

>like dating???????!?! Or just like banging

Tanger then sends a truly distressing combination of emoticons.

>yes, dating, you heathen

>gett iiiiit

>stop

>you know what this means. we have to make sure he’s good enough for you.

>Kristopher Allen Letang I am a grown-ass man, not a fair maiden in one of Cath’s period dramas

>which I know you secretly love, even though you complain like hell when she wants to watch them

>we share a Netflix, I know you watched the entire 1995 Pride and Prejudice when she was out of town last month.

>I did NOT

>check your pants bud, might have to call the fire department

>my pants situation is hot as burning all the ttime, Sid

>gross. Tell flower and Duper to leave Evgeni alone. I know Brass will, because he has more decency that the rest of you put together.

>You wound me

>Really though, if you’re happy, I’m happy, bud. Congrats.

>Thanks

>If he breaks your hearts all bets are off though

>KRIS

>I’m kidding. We love you, man. That’s all.

>I love you too.

***

When Sid wakes up the next morning, the light coming through the curtains is the pure, bright kind that means only one thing. The dusting of snow from last night has become a pristine blanket of white. He smiles, and fumbles for his phone to check the time. He smiles even wider to see that he has a text from Zhenya. It’s just “good morning” and another heart, but it makes Sid bury his burning face into his pillows all the same.

Sid isn’t a whistler, he’s a hummer. Or more accurately, a mutterer-of-nonsense-syllables-to-the-tune-of-a-song. This morning he has that one song about bodies and backroads that keeps playing on the radio stuck in his head, and he’s not ashamed to say he bops around the kitchen to it, Ref dogging his heels, excited that his person is so excited too.

Caro sprawls elegantly underfoot in the exact middle of the kitchen floor and the kittens alternate between trying to climb Sid’s pants legs and chasing balls of tinfoil he tosses for them.

It’s a good morning.

***.

Sid has Sofia and Zhenya over the first day that the snow is deep enough to get the sleigh out.

Sid uses the excuse that he has to get the horses used to it again before the tree lot goes up and he starts giving rides to visitors, but the real reason is that he wants to see Sofia’s face when she sees its gleaming sides and hears the jingle of the harness bells.

The sleigh is a beautiful, impractical thing, a holdover from the his great-uncle’s horse training and showing days. Sid has a bare bones work sled for when he needs to actually haul things, but he loves the sleigh. And he does make a nice amount of money from giving visitors rides all December.

He’s in the barn when he hears their car pull up, and he can hear a stream of excited, high-pitched Russian from the moment the car door opens. The sleigh is already sitting out in front of the barn and he can hear Sofia exclaim over it, and Zhenya’s patient answers to what must be a volley of questions.

Sid grins to himself and does a final check of all the straps and buckles of Puck’s tack. Then, harness jingling, he leads the massive horse out of the barn and into the snow-bright afternoon.

He keeps grinning as he watches Sofia’s eyes go round as an owl’s, and as she covers her mouth with a mittened hand. Evgeni smiles at him and pats Sofia���s head. She’s got a toque on with a massive pom pom on top, and she’s pretty much the cutest thing ever with her matching mittens and cold-reddened cheeks.

Sid gets to work hitching up Puck before he goes back for Stanley. By the time the horses are ready to go, Sofia is jumping up and down.

“Hey,” Sid tells her. “Easy there. These guys are pretty relaxed but not all horses are.”

Zhenya relays the information to her and she settles. Sid lifts her up so she can stroke Puck and Stanley’s velvety noses. She gives Stanley a kiss and Sid looks over at Zhenya to smile with him about how cute it was.

Zhenya is watching them with soft, soft eyes. He moves in closer and wraps an arm around Sid’s waist and squeezes.

“Thank you, Sid,” he says softly, and Sid has to glance away from the way he’s regarding Sid.

“I’m happy to do it,” he tells Zhenya, and goes to hoist Sofia onto the sleigh’s seat and to tuck her into the blankets there.

The first time he takes the Percherons out into the snow every year is always pretty magical. But it’s the best it’s ever been with Zhenya and Sofia sitting behind him.

The wind bites their faces and it starts to snow halfway through. Sid turns to look back at Zhenya and Sofia. They’re wearing wide, matching smiles, and there are snowflakes dusting their hats and scarves.

Evgeni grins at him and jerks his chin at the route they’re taking. “Hey! Watch road!”

“What, you don’t trust Puck and Stanley?” Sid chirps back, but turns around with a shake of his head and a smile.

***

After the horses have been cooled down, groomed, and put away, they find themselves once again in Sid’s kitchen, warming back up with coffee for Sid, tea for Zhenya, and cocoa for Sofia. Sofia clambers down off of her father’s lap and into Sid’s, snuggling in and pointing at things so that he’ll tell her the English words. He thinks he probably know a lot of the words already, but he’s beyond touched that she’s asking him.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a teapot, eh?” Sid tells her.

She nods solemnly. “Teapot, eh.”

Zhenya doubles over laughing, and leans over to noisily kiss his daughter’s cheek. “She gonna sound so Canadian.”

Sid’s heart feels warm and tender in his chest. He meets Zhenya’s eyes. He wants to… ask him if he means it, if he thinks Sid is going to be part of his and Sofia’s life long enough to leave his mark on her words.

Zhenya’s expression is gentle, as if he knows what Sid’s thinking.

“Have this feeling, you know?” he says. “Strong feeling.”

Sid ducks his head, and tightens his arms briefly around Sofia for a hug, her soft hair against his cheek.

God, he want this. A child in his arms, someone he loves smiling at him across the table. The dream used to be a nebulous one. A faceless man and the merest idea of a child.

The dream is a little different now.

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