#ugly eyebrow duo

[slttygeto]

SIX THIRTY | KAWATA TWINS

synopsis: you were part of their childhood, their best friend and maybe even more. but are you down to let them love you in a different way?

content warning: threesome, both nahoya and souya fuck you (not at the same time), unprotected sex, p in v, cunnilingus, pet name (baby), they are willing to share you (and you accept of course).

word count: 3,7k 

note: thank you to the lovely @mztoman​  for supporting me as an artist! commissions are still open by the way :) 2 slots are left!

Sharing is part of any twin’s life growing up. Food, toys, maybe even friends—at one point, you get used to the fact that what is yours is also your twin sibling’s. Now, Nahoya and Souya didn’t exactly enjoy that, but it did help grow their bond stronger. From joining Toman together, to having the same group of friends—the brothers grew attached to one another and even made promised to always protect the other when in danger.

You were nine when you first met the Kawatas; rebellious, a duo of troublemakers, but funny and sweet—you remember first meeting them on the playground of the apartment complex you and your parents had just moved in. Something about having orange and blue hair could never go unnoticed, and soon enough, they started a conversation with you.

“You are new here,” the orange haired is the one who speaks first, his twin brother hiding behind him. That gave you an idea on their dynamic.

Plus, he wasn’t asking you, he was stating that you were new here—that he has never seen you before, and you were nodding along to his sentence.

“I am,” you were as tall as them, confident but a little shy. Nahoya noticed how you kept wiping your hand on your skirt nervously, and cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Are you scared?” you weren’t, but they seemed so… cool. You didn’t have friends, and your parents warned you when picking who to hang out with. And when you saw the orange haired one fighting those who bullied his brother, your heart called out for them.

“No,” you start, a little unsure if you should say this next, “I just think you’re so cool.”

And that blew Nahoya’s mind away. He’s been called a troublemaker before, mainly negative stuff regarding his behavior or outbursts but…cool? Only Souya has called him that, so this felt new.

Souya on the other hand was a little jealous. His brother was getting all the attention for being the hero and coming to save the day, and what was he getting? Nothing. It made his child brain feel all fuzzy—he was upset. He always sported an angry look, but he knew that right now, he was pouting.

“Here,” you reach your hand towards the younger twin who immediately looks at what was in it. A handkerchief.

“You should wipe your face with it, or at least get your mom to clean the cuts. Mom says cuts can be ugly when they’re not treated fast.”

Even at a young age, you’ve always been such a sweetheart. So caring and full of love. You had so much to give and expected nothing in return—truly a blessing.

So it was no surprise when years passed by, and you were still friends with the Kawatas. Although ‘friends’ is far from what you would define your relationship with them.

There was a hint of a friendship there, but on the surface it seemed as the two men were completely and utterly obsessed with you (and rightfully so). They weren’t sure if you felt the same, if you would go as far as they would for you. But one thing was certain; they wanted more than just a friendship.

From your point of view, you were close to them. You’ve seen them grow into handsome, strong men. They were still doing what they always did—being in a biker gang. It didn’t seem that serious at the time, but the more you looked into it, the darker things got. They told you everything you needed to know about Toman, but they tried their very best to shelter you from the dangers of their job.

 Nahoya

Coming home for dinner

Souya

We’re bringing pizza, don’t cook anything.

 There it was again, the princess treatment.

Even a decade later, they made sure to remind you that you didn’t need to lift a finger when they were around (and you appreciated that greatly). Things happened, you grew up and moved into your own place and they still made sure that you apartment wasn’t that far from where they work. Ensuring that they could pay you a visit whenever they could.

And soon enough, they were at your doorstep. They didn’t need to knock since they had a spare key, so you didn’t bother to pause the show that you were watching when you heard the rustling of keys outside your door.

“What if I was trying to break in,” came Nahoya’s voice first, and you flashed him a smile from your position on the couch.

“Then you would be one sloppy robber,” you teased, looking behind him at his twin brother who was taking off his shoes. You noticed that he had carefully placed the pizza boxes on the counter and your eyes sparkled when you noticed that it was from your favorite place.

“Oh my god! I’ve been craving pizza from this place!” you got up from the couch, pulling them both in a hug. “Thank you both, so much.” You say before planting a kiss on each of their cheek.

They shared a knowing stare, one that you always said was creepy twin telepathy, but this time they hoped that you wouldn’t push them away or find them weird.

To put it in short words, you felt like home.

Never in a million years did they think they would sit down and talk about having feelings for the same person—hell, they even thought that they had different types.

But then you came along, like the sweetheart that you are, and proved them wrong. They were aware of how unusual it would be if they were to admit that they liked the same person and were willing to share her so casually, but they didn’t care (and it’s not like people couldn’t tell that they were infatuated with you).

And as you ate dinner, unaware of the bomb that was about to be dropped on you, the men chatted and laughed with you like it was any other day. They didn’t want to risk ruining your night, or potentially lose you as well—but liking you has been consuming them whole, taking up so much of their time and thinking and something needed to be done. No matter the outcome.

Souya would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous that you would pick one over the other, mainly because he thought (and was so sure) that you would pick Nahoya over him just because of how much you two bicker. You’ve shown him how much he means to you, cuddled with him after a horrible day, and even cooked his favorite meal—but the man was just so sure you would not choose him.

Nahoya stands up from the couch and turns off the TV. You are confused for a moment, even go as far as to smack his shoulder.

“What was that for? I was watching!” You were met with complete silence from both men who usually nagged you about the shows you watched.

Growing aware of how quiet the men suddenly got, your stomach twisted in a mixture of confusion and anxiety—what was going on?

“Guys?” your voice was small, and they felt so bad that they were putting you through this.

“I actually—well, we actually have been meaning to talk to you about something.” Nahoya starts, and he looks over at his twin brother to let him continue.

“Oh god, are you two moving out? Did I do something?”

“(Name),” Souya cuts you off, and this is the first time you heard him use such tone with you. He couldn’t blame you, you were nervous and things suddenly took a turn for the worst, rambling was a very natural reaction.

“You guys are scaring me,” you were near tears, and they both wanted to do nothing but hold you and tell you everything will be okay.

“We are not leaving you, we’re not moving away either it’s just—“ how was he supposed to say this now? Planning it out was easy, but saying it…fuck, he was so scared of what might happen when it finally comes out of either his or Souya’s mouth.

“We like you.”

What?

You were frozen, lips parted in shock. This was not what you were expecting to hear on movie night—it was supposed to go well, be enjoyable and fun and now they were--

“We do, and it’s not just me or just him which is really fucking unusual—we can’t really imagined letting the other have you because it’s unfair, we wouldn’t normally do this with just anyone—“ Nahoya continues. This was actually happening.

“And you’re not just anyone…I’m really sorry sweetheart,” Souya adds, sensing just how confused you were.

“You can take all the time that you need to give us an answer, we’re leaving in a bit for a work trip. And no matter your answer, nothing will change.”

“…nothing?” You ask in a small voice, and if it was any other day, they would’ve dropped to the ground. You had that much effect on them.

“Nothing, I promise. Movie nights will still be a thing, we will still come over when you’ve had a shitty day—it will still be us,”

It has been exactly five days since the last time Nahoya and Souya came over. You’ve managed to think everything through, tried to come up with reasons as to why you might not feel the same way. How it could potentially ruin the friendship, maybe you didn’t find them attractive? Bullshit. You just couldn’t find a good enough excuse.

You did like them back—craved being with them, but the idea of dating two men has always seemed new, foreign. You could only imagine the weird stared as you walk down the street holding hands with both—but then again, who cares? You knew you wanted them and no other person, you couldn’t think of anyone who could make you as happy as they do (and have done for the past decade). The thought of losing them scare you to no end.

You went with no contact with them for the past one hundred and twenty hours—you were anxious, a little scared even if you knew you had nothing to worry about. You did like them back after all.

Maybe it was the fact that you had gone out and bought yourself new lingerie to surprise them that made you so nervous. You were waiting for them to walk through your door and be pleasantly surprised when they see you, maybe a little shy and taken aback? You just knew you wanted their jaws to drop and their hands to be all over your body.

And soon enough, you were hearing a very familiar sound of keys rustling at your door. You were sat on your couch in one of Souya’s large hoodies, no bottoms and socks Nahoya that had gotten for you for your birthday, what was hiding under the large clothing would soon enough have them swooning for you.

It was silent when they walked in, the blue haired male making an entrance first and expecting you to be asleep—which you weren’t.

“Hey,” you exhaled nervously, fiddling with the hem of Souya’s baby blue hoodie. You felt exposed, vulnerable under the guy’s stare. And it only worsened when his twin brother appeared next to him.

“Hey pretty,” Souya started, a little unsure of what was going on. Nahoya on the other hand was pretty quick to catch onto your little game.

He leans against the door’s frame with a little grin that never seemed to leave his face. It was mischievous, playful—he could tell you were blushing.

“You’re such a treat, aren’t you?” Nahoya says in a whisper, and Souya’s eyes light up at the suggestive tone. So this is where things were going.

You didn’t flinch, nor stare at them weirdly when the older twin spoke, and that alone gave Souya the green light to slowly approach you. Pulling you up and towards him, you were a bit taken aback that he was the one initiating things and not Nahoya (having always thought that Souya would be a bit more submissive in bed, but you weren’t complaining).

“I’m gonna need a verbal response before I do anything,” Souya whispers, but his voice in loud enough for his brother to hear. They needed to make sure you were okay with their confession, their proposal to share you and if any of this was making you uncomfortable.

“I’m all yours,’ was what you said, before Souya’s lips were kissing yours with so much passion. His fingers quickly went up to the back of your head to gently grip your hair, pulling you closer to him.

He was such a passionate kisser, nothing like you imagined—but again, you weren’t complaining. Your hands rested on his shoulders as your lips moved against each other, it felt so perfect to have him up against you like this. His hands then traveled down to your ass, softly gripping the flesh over the fabric of your (his) hoodie before letting out a groan.

You were far too gone from Souya’s kiss to notice Nahoya slipping behind you, while you kissed his twin brother and let him feel you up, he pushed your hair away from your neck to plant gentle kisses to the skin. You’ve always been a tease with the outfits that you wore, showing off parts of your body that they craved to touch, kiss and love on the same way they were about to.

You were truly blessing them right now.

“Wanna take it to your room?” Nahouya whispers in your ear, grinning at the little moan you let out against Souya’s lips when his lips leave yours to press hungry kisses on your throat. Fuck, they were so good and you weren’t even getting to the good part.

“Bed, please.” And who were they to deny their little princess?

The trip from the couch to your room was very short, mainly because your legs were wrapped around Nahoya’s waist as you kissed, his legs getting you there faster, while Souya tagged along in the back. They didn’t bother to lock your room’s door before Nahoya was plopping you down on your mattress, and jumping back on you to kiss you again.

His kisses were a lot gentler than Souya’s, a tad more playful and definitely enjoyable. Your hands traveled up to his hair, tugging at the roots to let him know that he was doing such a good job (although you grinding up against him was enough encouragement).

Their dynamic in the bedroom was already showing, because while Nahoya was on you like a beast, Souya was taking his time ridding himself of his jacket and shirt, anything that could get in the way of feeling your skin against his. So impatient and needy, but fuck it was so attractive to watch him that eager to feel you.

Pulling away from the kiss, Nahoya’s hands played with the hem of your shirt, silently asking you if he could take it off. You didn’t hesitate as you took it off in one swift motion, watching as the men’s jaw went slack at the sight of you in the pretty lingerie set you had just bought the other day.

This is the reaction that you wanted.

“Pretty?” your voice was small, shy but you knew what you were doing. Nahoya’s hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you back into a deep kiss as his other hand went behind your back to undo your bra, freeing your boobs in the process. You felt the other end of the bed dip as Souya joined on top, his hand immediately fondling with one boob.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease.” The older one says as he pulls away from your lips, tracing his tongue over your neck and down to your chest. While Souya’s hand was massaging one of your boobs, Nahoya takes the bolder approach and licks at your hardened nipple. This makes you hiss, eyes staring down at the two men worshipping you like you were a goddess.

Souya lets go of your breast and leans down, mimicking his brother’s action and engulfing your boob in his mouth. You were growing hot and bothered, your moans were uncontrollable and filled the entire room within seconds of having their mouths on you. You could only imagine what was about to come.

It felt as though they heard your thoughts, because they were pulling away from you at the same time to fully strip themselves of their clothes. Their eyes were filled with lust, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Nahoya was silent as he pulled you down towards him, hands gripping the back of your thighs before pushing your knees to your chest. He admires you for a second, breath stolen from him at how fucking needy and ready you were to have them fuck your brains out. So fucking pretty.

“Think I won’t take your panties off, you look pretty good in them.” He teases you, lips brushing against your ankle before he was staring at his brother, waiting for a response.

“Push them to the side though, I wanna have a taste,” Souya’s voice added in, and Nahoya was quick to get off the bed while still holding your legs against your chest. He allows Souya some space between your legs, and watches as you eagerly try to look at how he was so eager to taste your pussy.

“You like it, hm?” You nod in response to Nahoya’s question, a shy moan leaving your lips when you felt the other one push your panties to the side and lick a stripe at your clit. His tongue felt warm and wet, pressing the right way against you. Your hips bucked with every lick, and the louder you got, the more prominent the bulge in their pants became. Your neediness sent the blood rushing south, your teary eyes and pouty lips were so tempting, but Nahoya promised himself that he would get to fuck you first and missionary. He wanted you to look at him while he fucked every single thought out of that pretty head of yours.

Your first orgasm of the night washed over you so nicely, Souya’s lips kept kissing and pressing on your clit even as you tried to push him away. He pulls away for a second to kiss your thighs, and watches intently as Nahoya takes off his boxers and lines himself at your folds. The tip of his cock teases your entrance for a moment, takes in how wet and ready you were for him, before pushing in slightly.

“Hold on tight baby,”

That was the last thing he said before everything around you started feeling fuzzy. His pace was unforgiving, sharp thrusts hitting the right spots all while groaning in your ear about how fucking good you felt wrapped tightly around him. Nahoya had a foul mouth, kissing and licking at your neck while praising you and your pussy for taking his cock like a champ. Wet sounds filled the room, the squelching of your pussy as he pounded into you was the only thing that you could focus on despite the obscene words leaving his mouth.

Souya was sat on the bed, watching as his twin brother pounded into you and left you a drooling mess. His cock sat heavy on his palm as he stroked it, letting out a few moans that caught your attention and had you taking your eyes off of Nahoya for a moment before said man was reminding you of who you should be looking at.

“Eyes on me baby, I’m not done with you.” His hand wrapped lightly around your neck, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours to stare deeply into your eyes. His hips were driving against yours at a dizzying pace, each thrust, each stroke of his cock getting you closer to a delicious orgasm.

It only took another few strokes and a kiss to your lips before you were cumming around him with a loud cry, your thighs shaking around him. Nahoya helps you ride out your orgasm sweetly, reaching his own high right after you. He kisses you softly, brushes your sweaty hair out of your forehead. And soon enough, Souya was replacing his brother’s position between your legs.

“My turn.”

He kisses you sweetly as he pushes himself in, apologizing that he was too needy to wait and promises to make it up to you when you’re done. Unlike his twin brother, Souya takes it slow and is careful with his thrusts. They’re deep and calculated, watching every twist of your face with careful eyes to make sure he’s hitting the spots that make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” Souya whispers against your neck, his pace getting faster the tighter you clench around him. Your hands find his hair and you’re slightly pulling at it as you feel yourself approaching your high, your high pitched squeals encouraging the blue haired guy to keep doing what he was doing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Nahoya comments from his position on the bed next to you, soft hands caressing your cheek as you let Souya absolutely ruin you to the last moment. Your teary eyes meet Souya’s lustful ones, so dark and filled with desire to absolutely ravish you. He wanted to make sure you knew how you made him feel, how this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to you once you settled down. Eating you out everywhere, fingering you in the car, eating you out while you sucked his brother off—so many plans.

“So close,” you whimper out next to the blue haired male’s ear, and he’s quick to start rubbing on your clit, observing how your jaw goes slack only after a few, gentle rubs. His eyes take in how your thighs shake and your entire body lifts off the mattress as you cum around his cock. He hisses at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, pulling out to paint your thighs with his release. The sight of you with your pussy leaking Nahoya’s cum and your thighs covered in his cum was something. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your stomach and watches as Nahoya’s arms wrap around your waist to pull you towards him to cuddle.

“You did so well,” Souya kisses your arm, before getting off the bed to go grab a towel to clean you up. While cuddled up against Nahoya, you nuzzle your face in his neck and whisper something that has his heart leaping out of his chest.

“I love you both, so very much.”

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#moon's work #tokyo revengers #tr smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #nahoya smut #souya smut #kawata twins #nahoya x reader #souya x reader

[chuuya4040]

Imagine if Chuuya and Dazai in the PM days had accidentally gotten themselves on wanted posters that were plastered across for all of Yokohama to see.

Wanted posters weren’t unnecessarily uncommon within the Port Mafia. Usually it was low level grunts, who had the misfortune of having an unflattering photo of themselves plastered across the city, all for the citizens to walk past and be wary of. However, it was of utmost importance that high level mafia personnels remain anonymous to ensure that they never get recognised by the public.

“I think they really captured your angry, chibi face and ugly red hair well, don’t you think?”

However, two teenage boys happened to break this rule.

“Hah?! That looks nothing like me or my hair, it looks like some sewer rat!”

“Exactly my point, it is accurate!”

Two teenage boys who happened to also be the most dangerous duo in the underworld.

“Fuck off! Yours looks like you don’t have basic hygiene and haven’t even showered in days– oh wait, that’s actually true!”

“Hmph, I’d say the rough look they’ve given me gives me charm.”

“Yeah, a charm that says stay ten feet away from this man unless you want to catch a disease.”

Both boys yell at each other on a busy street in the city, screaming obscenities and accusations of their appearance to one another only growing louder and louder by the minute.

Each of them had been horrified by their own posters when they stumbled upon them on their way back from a mission. Whoever the artist was, clearly did not have a good eye for this profession.

Chuuya rips the poster off the wall, nearly ripping it in half in the process. “That looks nothing like me, just watch” he declares and approaches the first person he sees.

“Excuse me,” the redhead stops an elderly lady, a sweet faux smile on his face, “my.. friend thinks this looks like me, would you agree?”

The older woman blinks for a few moments, dazed by the random interaction and narrows her eyes at the poster before shaking her head “Oh, no you look nothing like that person!”

Chuuya looks at Dazai with a victorious smirk, his mind already forming of how he can make the bandaged bastard suffer.

He claimed his victory too quickly it seemed.

She continues with a small chuckle, “you’re just a sweet little thing aren't you?” The elderly woman coos, “you could possibly never look that menacing!” She fondly says, pinching his cheeks.

An uncontrollable giggle bursts out behind him, the gross (heavenly) noise reverberating in Chuuya’s brain and a constant reminder of his humiliation. His cheeks grew warm and red as his own hair, and in that moment with the woman's innocent smile and his partner's evergrowing giggle, he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

“And what about me?~” Dazai muses, a splitting grin on his face, a face that knows he has won.

The woman steps closer to investigate the poster, her eyebrows narrowing in question before they rise on her forehead and she turns pale. “Oh.. oh yes that does look like you. How strange..”

Dazai’s mouth hangs open in bewilderment, and a hearty, uncontrollable laugh bounces off the walls of the city.

Hushed tears blur the redhead's vision as he watches the elderly woman apologize and swiftly make her exit at the realization of who they are.

“Y-you.. You must be mistaken! Please, I definitely look more handsome than this, just look at me!” Dazai yells out after her, despair and horror clinging onto his voice as he watches her disappear into the busy crowd.

The brunet rounds on his partner, irritation leaking in his single eye when he yells, “what are you laughing at?! You are so small she thought you were a child!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Chuuya yells, annoyance dancing through his veins before he huffs in resignation. He begins walking towards headquarters, leaving before a dazed partner before blurting, “don’t sweat it, yeah? You look good half the time anyways.” Checkmate, Chuuya thought.

“Chuu–.. Chuuya, Chuuya! What do you mean by that? Is the slug finally admitting his undying love for me?!”

“Shut. Up!”

If years later they now have those exact wanted posters in a small frame in their shared apartment, that is no one’s business to know except their own.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd fic #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #skk #mini fic #crack #crack skk #port mafia #pm skk #skk fic #teen skk #my lil sillies

[amoraffairs]

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary: remus is unsure of whether to call you, but with encouragement from james ,sirius & mostly belle, he decides to call you.

notes: i wrote this supper fast & it’s super short. it’s basically setting up y/n & remus’s relationship. I love writing for them more than i thought I would.

part one

“Cmon Daddy, We’re late” Belle says tugging Remus hand. “We wouldn’t of been if you didn’t run of” He jokes. Belle just simply continues to pull him forward.

The father daughter duo make their way in the Potter. Belle shouting a Happy Birthday & then a demand for cake.

“Well we were waiting for you missy” Sirius says resulting in Belle sticking her young at him. Sirius shrugs innocently as he ignores Remus’ glare. Remus knowing she learned that from Sirius.

“I’m sorry Unca Siri, for being late.” Belle says repeating the words she practiced in the car with Remus.

“My favorite niece can be as late as she want.” James says picking her up & spinning her around. Belle letting out childish giggles.

“Well your favorite niece, got lost in the store today.”Belle let’s out a gasp, that he told on her.

“It’s cause I saw Unca Jamie in the store, we’ll not Unca Jamie. I thought it was you. She had the same hat as you & wore your glasses.” Belle defends.

“She’s my best friend now. She’s really pretty. Daddy thinks so too.”

“Ohh he does” James says rising her eyebrows at Remus. All stares were on him. Remus rolls his eyes at his friends actions.

“Yeah, & she gave me her number so we can hangout. Daddy is holding it for me.” Instantly his revived knowing looks from both Sirius & James.

“So when is Dad going he going to call him.” James asks Belle. “Right now!” She shouts excitedly.

“Belle, Im starting to think you like her more than me.” Sirius says in mock offensive.

“Ye—“ Belle starts to say but James covers her mouth. “She says I’m a real princess unlike you Unca Siri” Belle says her arms crossing over each other in annoyance.

“I said it one time & I was joking.” Sirius defends.

“Ok, you two. You need to separate before it gets ugly. Hey Belle, you want to help Lily get the cake.” James says & Belle runs to this kitchen excited for cake.

“So Moony you going to call her.” James asks a teasing tone in his voice. “Don’t start.”Remus says.

“Cmon Moony, what’s there to think about. You haven’t gone on a date since ‘she who must not be named’ left.” Sirius tells him, his words carefully.

Remus winces, physical winces. The subject of Belle’s mother was still tough for him. She left when Belle was one, only leaving a note.

“I don’t know.”Remus shrugs. “What’s the harm in just calling her. Let Belle have her play date & get to know her.” James compromises.

“Maybe..” Remus starts by is interrupted by the sound of happy birthday, as cake came.

You sit in your small bedroom apartment. The sound of your phone ringing draws you out of the book you were reading.

“Hi is this Y/N. I’m Remus from the store with my daughter—“ You hear Remus start to say but not before another voice interrupting him.

“Is that Y/N. Let me talk to her. Please. Can I talk to her please.” You recognize the voice as Belle & you smile at the thought she really wants to talk to you.

“Hold on bug.” You hear Remus tell her. “Hi, Remus” You finally tell him.

“Belle was wondering if you’d want to hang out with her-“ “tomorrow” “Bug tomorrow too short notice, how about in a week—“

“I could do tomorrow” You say hoping to stop an argument. You hear a cheer from the phone. Belle’s voice.

“Great. Belle want to show you her castle, she made. Is one at our house ok.” Remus tells you.

“It’s perfect” “I’ll send you the directions” You hang up, with a smile on your face.

You know on the door of the Lupin house.

“It’s Y/N. I’ll get it.” “Belle don’t open the door without knowing who it is” You hear the father duo from inside the house.

“Y/N is it you” Belle shouts on the other side of the door. Once you say yes, the door opens.

The door opens to reveal Belle. She’s in another yellow dress. This time a replica of the cartoon princess Belle.

She runs up to hug you & you lift her up so you are carrying her. “How are you, princess.”

Remus runs up to the door in an attempt to stop belle from opening the door, only to be too late.

“I asked who it was this time,Daddy” Belle says in attempt to defend my self.

Remus eyes meet yours. “Hi Y/N” You give me a smile in return.

“Come look at my castle. Daddy made it for me because I passed my test.” Belle tells you jumping down from your hold & running into the house. In an attempt to get her Castle ready.

Remus invites you in the home, & you wait in the Lupin living room. Given strict instructions from the five year old not to look yet.

“I never properly thanked you for finding Belle. I couldn’t imagine if you weren’t there.” Full sincerity in his voice.

“Technically she found me.” You both let out a laugh.

“You read?” You ask pointing to the bookshelf stuffed with books.

“Yeah, but as much as would like to recently.” You let out a knowing nod. “I’ve been halfway through the Bell Jar for weeks.”

“If you ever need a new book, you can borrow any of mine.” Remus shyly says.

“I might take you up on that offer, you practically have a whole library.” Remus lets out a genuine laugh. Remus goes to say something before Belle’s voice interrupts him.

“Come look at my Castle Y/N. You can come live it it too.” Belle says appearing next to you, dragging you toward her room.

Remus smiles at your retreating figure. Maybe Sirius & James were right.

#remus & belle #belle lupin #dad!remus lupin #dad!remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus fluff #marauders fanfiction #marauders x reader

[idyllicwillowtree]

A Good Pair (of Skates)

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, afab!reader, rollerskater!reader, y/n

Summary: Steve’s in love with his childhood best friend and he does everything he can to keep his feelings a secret from you. A roller skating injury might change that.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: swearing, friends to lovers, injury, broken bones, mutual pining, road rage, he want you to have his babies, hurt x comfort, use of y/n

Author’s note: My first fic! I broke both my arms while roller skating (but I was by myself) so this is loosely based on true events!

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Part 1:

“Hey! Settle it down, you’re gonna scare away all my customers,” Steve ordered in his signature “dad tone” as he whipped open the glass door at Family Video.

Mike and Will were seated at the dark green bench outside the store while Dustin was standing and waving his arms frantically. They were all arguing about different Dungeons and Dragons strategies, a game Steve will never understand. It’s not like he hasn’t tried playing before but he just couldn’t get into it, much to Dustin’s disappointment. 

“I don’t think you want us to leave, Steve,” Will commented, sharing a knowing smile with Mike and Dustin.

“Oh yeah, Byers? And why not?” Robin said, popping out from behind Steve. The working duo didn’t really want them to leave, though. They were in desperate need of a distraction so they could survive the last hour of their shift.

Dustin raised a brow, “because our ride happens to be your favorite customer, Steve.”

Steve finally took the time to look up at the mostly vacant parking lot, surprisingly quiet on this nice summer evening. A beautiful golden color lit up the end of the day as the sun was getting ready to set. The sharp ka-thumps of a basketball caught his attention next. Lucas was patiently teaching El how to dribble and pass the ball a few yards away from them. She was taking it very seriously, eyebrows pinched in concentration as she listened to her friend.

“Yeah, well as much as I like those two, I don’t think-” Steve abruptly cut himself off, realizing they don’t have a car, they can’t even drive yet, duh. His eyes slowly widened as he heard his favorite sound in the world. 

Your laughter filled the air as you zoomed past the group at an alarming speed, Max gliding quickly behind you. 

“Hey! You’re cheating,” the redhead exclaimed with a laugh.

“There’s no rules in drag racing, Mayfield” you teased. 

“There’s no rollerskating in drag racing either,” she quipped back.

Steve realized Max was on her skateboard and you were wearing your famous roller skates, the tan and worn out boots you’ve had ever since your feet stopped growing. He once offered to get you new ones for your birthday, fearing for the safety of your ankles, but you had declined. It’s not like you couldn’t afford new skates, he just thought you deserved something new and nice. But you liked what you were familiar with.

We’ve been together for so long! If I were to get new ones it would almost feel like cheating! You laughed, trying to be serious, but even you knew how silly that sounded. 

Fine, just don’t come crawling to me when your ankles snap in half!

Okay fine, I guess I won't! You playfully shoved at his chest.

Wait, wait, you can come to me. I'll just have to give you a lot of shit for it though.

Deal. 

Stubbornness was an ugly trait in most people but you managed to make it beautiful. You did that with the majority of the things in Steve’s life. No matter how horrible his day is, one look from you and all the ugliness of the world would simply melt away. Every look, every shoulder graze, every embrace, he’d treasure it. He treasured you.

Steve was brought back to reality by an uncomfortable intrusion in his ear. 

“Damn it, Robin!” He swiped at the pencil she was trying to stick there, “I told you to quit doing that.”

“But you make it so easy,” she teased, basking in the validation of the other kids’ snickering.

Robin started messing with Steve when she realized he would fall into a bit of a trance when he was busy admiring you. Placing small pieces of trash in his hair, sticking candy up his nose, things like that. It made his blood boil, mostly because it was frustrating to be stuck in a hypnotic-state of love without actually being with the person he’s in love with, and all his friends were there to witness it. This was made worse by their incessant teasing. He hated himself for being so obvious, that meant it was only a matter of time before you figured it out and would hate him for it. Steve figured you’d want nothing to do with him if he tried to change the dynamic that you already had, but it was getting increasingly difficult to mask his affection for you.

“Hey guys,” you said breathlessly as you rolled over to the group. He did the quickest glance to your heaving chest, hoping his eyes were fast enough for no one to notice. “Hi, Steve,” she added, causing Steve to send you a dopey smile.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you guys up to today?” Steve said, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady and casual.

“Oh you know, just lugging the crew around,” you gestured towards your trusty yellow ‘67 Volkswagen Kleinbus. Giant enough to fit all your friends. How’d he manage to miss that? Every time he hears the gentle purr of your car’s motor he’d come running, but the walkman he was listening to earlier must’ve drowned it out. “Thought we’d pay you guys a visit and maybe pick up a movie.”

“That’s good ‘cause we’ve got plenty of those,” Steve awkwardly jokes. He missed the door frame as he moved to lean on it but he’s hoping he saved it well enough for you not to notice.

It took only a second before a loud laugh bubbled up from your throat, causing you to let out more of a snort than the dainty giggle you were going for. Everyone else stayed quiet, not appreciating the joke as much as you did. Mike looked downright disgusted by Steve’s attempt at humor, but that didn’t matter as long as he got a chance to hear you laugh.

“You guys should come over after work and watch with us,” you said excitedly. “My parents are gone for the weekend so we get the whole place to ourselves.”

“We would just LOVE that, wouldn’t we Steve?” Robin gripped his shoulder and shook it with more force than was necessary.

“Y-yeah that sounds like a great idea, we’re definitely in.”

“Great,” you beamed at him. You pulled out a couple of bucks out of your jean short pockets and handed them to Will, “Will makes the final call on the movie decision, no exceptions.” Dustin and Mike groaned in response. “Don’t give me that! Unless you two can finally agree on something then you can choose, but Will’s the only one who actually thinks about what the group would want. They don’t call him Will the Wise for nothing.” The boy’s ears and cheeks turned a bold shade of pink, embarrassed by the positive attention he was getting from someone he looked up to so much. 

“Will calls himself that,” Dustin grumbled.

“No talking back Dustin,” Steve added cheekily.

You sent Steve a goofy smile as Dustin harrumphed in protest. 

Max got impatient by the lack of attention you had on her. Instead of using her words she hooked her fingers into your back belt loop and started wheeling you away. “Make sure they stay in line, Harrington,” you said, ignoring the redhead as you continued being pulled backwards.

“I’m on it, Y/L/N,” he saluted. You giggled and turned around to playfully scold Max about her manners.

You and Steve had always had this good-natured mom and dad role in the group. The younger of the kids appropriately nicknamed your bus the “mom-mobile” as you’ve taken it upon yourself to carpool them around the entire town whenever they asked. When Steve had work, you were the driver but Steve made sure he was the one behind the wheel whenever he was around. It’s not like you were a bad driver, he just wanted you to relax and focus on picking the music. 

He would imagine being an actual dad with you by his side whenever he was in the driver's seat. Steve couldn’t help but fantasize about how you’d be as a real mom. So supportive and sweet, but strict and protective when you needed to be. You took your role as group mom very seriously. Going as far as to remember and plan everyone’s birthdays, making sure everyone ate food and drank water, and you would even volunteer to make extravagant Halloween costumes for them. Steve would chastise you for spoiling them too much but you’d just shake your head at him and smile. It was just as nice for you to spread the love as it was to be on the receiving end of it. 

You and Steve grew up near each other and have been friends since he saw you skating around in circles on his street. It was a warm spring day when he saw you out his window. You stumbled every so often but never managed to fully fall. His parents weren’t home and he decided to just start biking alongside you. When you spotted him you lit up and shyly asked him his name. 

‘I’m Steve, do you want to be friends? I have a pool!’

Relationships were so much simpler back then.

Your parents, much like Steve’s, were never really around. You both bonded over your lack of parental supervision. Birthdays and holidays were always spent making sure the other one wasn’t alone. Even when Steve started to become more focused on popularity, he always made sure to find time to make you feel loved and special. Steve felt so lucky that they were both welcomed into their new group of friends together. This ‘found family’ would not be the same to him if you weren’t a part of it.

You were always one step ahead of Steve, anticipating everyone’s emotional needs before he could. He knew for certain that he wanted someone like you for his future children. Steve convinced himself that there had to be other women out there who were just as equally thoughtful and patient as you, but deep down he knew no one could compare. The longing he felt for you was resting heavily on his heart, but he had to resist so he didn’t ruin your friendship. It was 10 years in the making, all you had were each other. He couldn’t risk losing the one thing that anchored him just because he was having romantic feelings.

He stood there in the Family Video doorway for a few more minutes, watching as you gracefully circle Max, making it look like you were walking forward while actually moving backwards. He admired the way the golden sun spread across your body and the way it magically transforms your eyes into a whole different color. 

Steve used to be nervous about your lack of safety gear when you would go out skating but once he saw you in action after you practiced more he loosened up a bit. The skates were like an extension of you, anyone who watched you would see that. Your passion shining through as you glided around the parking lot, occasionally flowing into a beautiful spin. Those were Steve’s favorites to watch, your hair would splay out with the movement, the colors of your outfit blending together, and your arms pumping you around and eventually being placed in a delicate pose as your momentum picked up. 

You’d make it look so easy and smooth that even Steve believed he could emulate the grace you possessed on wheels. He has tried before, much to your delight, but it was definitely harder than it looked considering he ended up with two bloody elbows and a fat lip. At least you were there to patch him up afterwards. Hating the sting of the alcohol wipes but enjoying the excuse to be close to you and to have your delicate fingers on his skin. 

Robin managed to get a Red Vine part way up his nose without him noticing before he dramatically smacked it away. He spun towards her ready to give her a piece of his mind when suddenly your terrified voice broke through the peaceful evening.

“MAX! LOOK OUT!”

Steve turned just in time to see you yank the young girl backwards by the back of her bright blue t-shirt. You successfully pulled her away from a pick up truck that was going way too fast in the parking lot. You weren’t able to save Max’s skateboard as the car drove right over it, splintering it to pieces. You both landed on your backs, Max not hitting the ground as hard as you did since you were still on wheels. The man driving continued on at the same speed and even had the audacity to stick his hand out the window to flip the girls off.

El’s instincts took over and she stopped the truck with her powers, causing steam to smoke through the front of the vehicle. The man stepped out in a rage.

“What the FUCK?!” he bellowed in anger, confused by the sudden damage to his precious car.

“Robin, call Hopper!” Steve called out before sprinting towards you two. He needed to make sure everyone was protected from this angry man so he could focus on making sure you and Max were okay, he could trust Hopper to do just that. 

He ran as fast as he could, Lucas trailing closely behind him, basketball forgotten. Max sat up slowly and looked at you with worry in her eyes, you were still laying in the same spot on the ground, frozen.

“Shit! Are you guys okay?” Steve panted as he came to stop in front of you. Lucas was already helping the redhead up and gently brushing the dirt from her clothes. “Y/N?” Steve questioned gently. Your eyes were open, at least you were conscious. It looked like you were processing what had just happened, “Hey doll, are you hurt?”

The nickname made your eyes snap to his brown ones, with a shaky voice you said, “oh, uhh, hi Steve…I don’t think so…”

That wasn’t very convincing.

“I’m gonna sit you up now, okay?” Steve communicated clearly.

You nodded slowly at him, giving silent permission for him to help you. He reached behind your upper back and gripped your hand gently.

“Shit,” you hissed as he pulled you to sit.

“Shit - sorry - shit! What hurts, doll? I’m so sorry,” Steve said, chastising himself for not being more careful.

“It’s okay, Steve. I think I just landed on my arms wrong.”

His eyes scanned your arms, he stopped himself from touching you in case he caused you more pain. Your limbs were at their normal shapes, no bones sticking out at unnatural angles or anything obvious like that. But the way you sat there with your arms still, making sure you didn’t jostle yourself, indicated to Steve that you weren’t okay. He had participated in enough sports over the years to recognize the panicked look of someone who had just broken a bone. Steve’s big hands were hovering around your upper body, unsure of what to do. You missed the warmth they transferred to you when he helped you sit up.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Max told you quietly, kneeling down to your level.

You plastered a big smile to your face and in an overly patronizing tone you said, “oh little Miss Max, you’re so silly. Of course I had to.” 

She rolls her eyes with a soft smile, appreciative of your selfless act but still nervous about your condition. You tried to reach out to her but your arms weren’t responding, this caused your smile to drop and Steve’s anxiety to spike. 

Robin was dealing with the irresponsible driver after getting off the phone with Hopper, who was thankfully on his way. The man was convinced that you and Max had something to do with his car breaking down and was yelling at Robin about it. Mike and El stood behind her as back up in case she needed it before police could arrive. 

“Shitshitshitshitshit...” The familiar sound of Dustin’s repetitive cursing became louder and louder as he got closer with Will by his side.

“Are you guys okay?” Will said, brows pinched in concern.

Max responded, “I’m fine, but Y/N isn’t.”

“SHIT,” screeched Dustin, causing Steve to flinch slightly. He swiped a hand over his face in frustration.

“I’m fine guys, seriously. I just…I just can’t really move my arms, no big deal,” you mumbled the last part, still trying to diffuse everyone’s worry.

“Alright that’s it, we're going to the hospital,” Steve said sternly, making the call to get you professional help. He began untying the frayed laces of your skates and sliding them off your feet. Will silently went to retrieve your Reebok sneakers that you had stashed in your Volkswagen. 

“What?! No Steve, I don’t think that’s necessary.” Steve was already lifting you to a standing position by your hips, not wasting any more time. “You’re hurt and we have to get you help.” 

“I’m fine, Steve, I just need to sleep it off and I’ll be good as n-new,” you said as you tried your hardest to straighten your right elbow, your left wrist not doing any better. There was blood and dirt into your palms, evidence of where you landed. As a skater you know that you’re not supposed to stick your arms out when you fall but your instinct to protect Max took over.

You were actually convinced it wasn’t that big a deal. Adrenaline was still coursing through you so you weren’t able to fully feel how messed up your bones felt. You assumed it was at most just a sprain that you could easily nurse on your own at home. You barely ever get hurt, this is a whole new experience for you. Even when the group was out fighting monsters and Russians, you had managed to make it out mostly unscathed every single time, much to Steve’s relief.

Steve’s grip stayed planted on your hips. If anyone said anything he’d claim it was just to make sure you didn’t tip over, and that might be the case but in reality it was mostly to keep you close to him. “Sweetheart, your arms could be broken. We have to go,” he stated gently.

 “I don’t-...broken?” You had a rebuttal already queued up in your mind before processing what Steve had said. Once he mentioned the “b-word” your nerves started seeping in to replace the adrenaline in your veins and it became more real. Will handed your shoes to Steve and he bent down to slip them on your feet, carefully making sure you didn’t fall in the process. You tried placing your left hand on his shoulder to steady yourself but instead you winced at the dull ache in your wrist.

Steve stood at his full height and was prepared to counter your arguments so he could get your stubborn self to the hospital, “we need-.”

“Okay,” you surrendered softly, glancing up at his eyes before looking down at your shoes. They were equally as worn out as your skates. 

Steve allowed himself to be surprised for only a second before jumping into action. He plucked the “mom-mobile” keys out of your pocket by the colorful braided lanyard that was sticking out of your jeans and started escorting you towards his BMW, hands back on your waist.

“Give these to Robin, she’ll drive you guys home” he said tossing your keys to Lucas. That was the first time since you fell that he took his gaze off of you. 

He wished he hadn’t. 

Steve witnessed how upsetting this was for the group of young teens which made his heart hurt even more. 

Dustin wore his heart out on his sleeve so he was openly letting the tears flow down his cheeks into his quivering chin, while Max was trying her hardest to keep the tears from escaping as she watched you carefully. Lucas looked at how gentle yet strong Steve was being towards you and tried to mirror that with Max. Poor Will looked like he was going to yak all over himself. Sure, they all have the shared trauma of fighting actual monsters, but this was so normal that it almost scared them more. Almost. Seeing a man who is just a man, not some sort of evil supernatural creature or mad scientist, do something so inhumane was very alarming.

Now wasn’t the time to comfort the young teens, as much as Steve might want to, but his focus had to be on you. He knew they could handle themselves, they’ve proven it time and time again. 

Steve was leading you towards his BMW but unfortunately, you two had to walk past the man from the truck in order to get there. Luckily, Robin had been defending you and giving the driver a piece of her mind. Robin’s tactic was to just keep talking at the man, leaving him angry and confused, not able to get a word in. Steve trusted that Robin could handle it until Hopper arrived.

“Robin, you’re gonna have to close up. I’m taking Y/N to the hospital.”

El gasped but you sent her a reassuring smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes, but it was enough to let her know you’ll be fine.

Steve made eye-contact with the driver, sending him the most intimidating look he could muster. He couldn’t stop the rage from building inside his chest as he looked at the poor excuse for a man. He wore grimy overalls that strained against the pressure of his beer-belly. There was a sweat stained t-shirt underneath the denim that Steve assumed used to be white. His patchy beard, that was filled with crumbs, barely hid his excitement at seeing you hurt. 

“That’s what happens when dumb broads like you mess with my truck,” he commented gravelly, still convinced that you and Max were at fault for breaking his clunky vehicle.

Steve felt you tense beside him and before Steve could launch himself at the man, he heard sirens in the distance and decided to let Hopper handle it. His focus needed to be on getting you medical help.

Steve continued with you towards his car and opened the passenger door, gently helping you settle in the familiar spot. The smell of leather and stale coffee would usually envelop you in comfort, sending you into a calm and relaxed state. Being in this spot meant you were with your best friend, but for now all you could focus on was the pain continuing to blossom throughout your arms

Before closing the door Steve knelt down on the ground next to you, trying to catch your eye. They were dancing across the dashboard, not really focusing on it. He could see all the bad thoughts swarming through your head by the look in your eyes alone. 

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that. Everything’s going to be okay, I’m right here.” Steve placed a warm hand on your knee and it grounded you immediately. Your wide eyes moved to look over at him. You sniffed before nodding, not trusting your voice at the moment. 

Without thinking, Steve used his unoccupied hand to hold your cheek softly and planted a tender kiss on your forehead, hoping to scare away the demons swimming around in your mind. 

His heart plummeted when he realized what he was doing. It might have been a little too intimate to just kiss you like that without even asking first and he was nervous that he broke some sort of boundary with you. Steve anticipated a headbutt for crossing that line as he slowly pulled away, he would’ve expected a slap if your arms had been working. 

But what Steve did not expect was for you to let out the gentle breath you had been holding and for the tension in your shoulders to dissolve.He looked into your eyes and saw nothing but relief.

“Thanks, Stevie.” You smiled sweetly at him. 

“No problem, sugar,” he breathed out, overwhelmed by the love blossoming in his chest. Steve couldn’t help but blush violently when you called him ‘Stevie’. He still had your cheek in his hand so he began to stroke it softly with his thumb.  He didn’t miss the way your gaze stayed on him. He watched you back and noticed a new freckle on the bridge of your nose that caused the butterflies in his stomach to flap even more aggressively. 

Suddenly, remembering the task at hand, he cleared his throat and helped you with your seatbelt. He closed the passenger door and ran around to the driver’s side. Wasting no time in pulling out of his parking spot and driving towards the town’s emergency room, carefully avoiding Hopper’s cop car on the way out.

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Both Yuuka and Fujio had returned to school after their little adventures in the morning. Fujio was excitedly talking about going to Suzuran and looking for Raoh, while Yuuka was sitting among her friends on the couch where Todoroki usually sat, taking a nap.

She sighed grumpily at Jamuo's shouts and opened her eyes again. She smiled when she noticed that the duo next to her was also listening to him.

"Did this really happen? Todoroki will kill you both when he hears..."

After what Fujio said, Tsuji asked the girl next to him and Yuuka nodded.

"Everything he said is true. Suzuran is really interesting, for a moment I thought things were going to get really dirty."

When Jamuo shouted "monster" about Raoh again, Nakagoshi rebuffed him. Calling out to the others, he started listening to Jamuo's speech on "SWORD Gangs 101"

Fujio got more excited as he explained, Yuuka laughed at the stupid smile on his face and shook her head

"I really think Fujio is a fool sometimes but I love him"

Shibaman laughed and nodded

"You thought we were stupid too, but now we're your best friends."

Yuuka smiled.

"I still think about it, but I love you too"

Jamuo shouted louder while Yuuka and Shiba were teasing each other

"There are scary legends about him, you can't fight him!"

Tsuji rolled his eyes and shouted again

"The more you say you can't, the more you make us want to do it, Jamuo!"

Yuuka smiled as everyone around approved, this was truly the men's world.

~*~*~*~

The streets around Oya were as noisy as Oya High School. Tsukasa had been trying to deal with the students who challenged them for a while. He was starting to get annoyed by the rivals he encountered almost every day on the way to school.

He clapped his hands and sighed

"I must be late, he complained. When he turned his head to the other side, he frowned when he saw the students looking down at him and laughing.

"Huh? Senomon ?"

"Early start today? " Tsukasa turned to the person who called out to him and smiled when he saw the boy with glasses.

"Ever since Murayama's declaration, the SWORD Schools are all pissed at us. You know."

"Defeating us should be their best play"

With Todoroki's words, Tsukasa nodded and looked at where he had just looked. He couldn't see anyone.

"What's wrong?"

"There were some guys from Senomon up there."

Todoroki looked at the same place

"Senomon? They're a long way from here?"

Tsukasa sighed.

"If we are not prepared for a battle, things can get ugly."

Todoroki started walking while Tsukasa was talking. The young boy asked in surprise

"Oi! Where are you going?"

Todoroki answered the young boy's question by making a fishing rod sign with his hand. Tsukasa snickered.

"By the way, do you know what Fujio and Yuuka did today?"

Todoroki stopped his steps and stood back again. He looked at the young boy with one eyebrow raised and Tsukasa smiled.

Todoroki realized that he definitely wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.

~*~*~*~

Shoji was with the people he hated the most right now. Every day he became more and more certain that he did not like this alliance.

Saboten looked at the people in the room again and smiled.

"It's really interesting to see these two schools together."

Shoji was very dissatisfied with Reiji and Ebara students teasing each other.

"No one will touch Todoroki, he is ours"

With Fujin's shout, the tense atmosphere in the room increased.

"We got it, the Sword will be ours along with Ebara and Kamasaka."

After Saboten's sentence, Amagai and Suzaki entered the room. Shoji watched the duo with his eyes. He didn't understand why someone like Suzaki was with Amagai.

Reiji stood up and turned to Amagai

"What are we waiting for?"

"Our equipments are ready by the way."

Shoji laughed at Gandhi's words.

He emphasized the word "equipment" and made fun of them. Of course, this teasing angered the other school's students.

Kamasaka leaders and Ebara leaders faced each other again. Shoji knew this alliance was nonsense.

Amagai, irritated by the rising voices, slammed the money in his hand on the table and Suzaki shouted.

Shoji turned his gaze back to them. Amagai was speaking, but his words had no significance. Shoji was disgusted by him, he was disgusted by everything he did, everything he said. And right now he wanted to get up and punch him in the face.

~*~*~*~

It was dark, the streets of SWORD were neither too quiet nor too noisy. Yuuka was walking home after school.

She sighed as she turned the corner down the street from her house and saw several boys cornering a small child. She was sure that she would not have a peaceful evening. She took another bite of the chocolate in her hand and walked slowly towards them.

"Hey! Let the kid go!"

Those who bullied the middle school boy turned to Yuuka. It was not common for a young girl to stand up to street hoodlums. So they looked at her confused for a while at first.

Yuuka rolled her eyes at those looking at her and shouted again

"Are you deaf? I said leave the kid alone!"

One of the boys grabbed the little boy's arm tightly and pushed him towards Yuuka.

"You chose the wrong people to be a hero, honey."

Yuuka grinned and motioned for the boy in front of her to get behind her. The boy did as he was told.

"Why are they beating you?"

"They took my money"

Yuuka shook her head and looked at the delinquents in front of her again. She took her bag off her sleeve and handed it to the little boy.

"Don't let anything happen to my bag."

The boy took the young girl's bag and nodded. Yuuka smiled. She walked a few steps forward and stood in front of the boys who looked at her with surprise and grins.

"Have you lost your mind? We will kill you!"

Yuuka looked with a bored expression

"I don't think so."

The boy in front of her wanted to hit Yuuka, so she grabbed his fist and kicked him hard in the stomach. She became angrier when she dropped the chocolate in her hand while trying to protect herself.

"You owe me a chocolate, you bastards."

The friends of the boy on the ground rushed towards the young girl without wasting any time. And Yuuka's second fight today began.

Shoji was passing by that street completely by chance. He was confused and angry after today's meeting. And he certainly didn't expect fate to bring that girl to him again.

"Akashi?"

He squinted his eyes and looked at the girl fighting from afar. She was a girl who could fight and was really strong. She was much different from the sweet girl that day. She looked confident and attractive.

After watching the fight from a distance for a while, he noticed the little boy behind the young girl. He thought the fight wasn't for herself, and he was right.

Yuuka looked at the boys on the ground and clapped her hands. She put her foot on the crotch of the first person who attacked her and smiled.

"Give me the money you took from the kid."

When the boy on the ground looked at her unresponsive, Yuuka pressed a little and the boy screamed in pain.

"Give me the money you took from the kid and all the money in your pocket, otherwise you will never be able to pee again, you asshole!"

Shoji was watching the young girl in surprise from afar. He couldn't deny that this attitude of her was attractive to him, of course it was a little scary too. But he was aware that the young girl did not do this for no reason.

Yuuka looked at the boy who handed her the money in his pocket and smiled sweetly.

"Thank you onii-san!"

She pulled her foot away and turned to the little boy. She handed him the money in her hand and smiled.

"If they try to mess with you again, find me and try not to go home too late."

The little boy nodded and handed the bag in his hand to the young girl. After Yuuka took her bag, the boy bowed respectfully and Yuuka smiled.

"Go home now, be careful kiddo."

The boy nodded and thanked her once more and started walking. Yuuka, on the other hand, was busy dusting herself off, unaware of the danger approaching her.

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Summary: A spider finds out about himself that he never really knew about, and he's glad he did

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Spider felt alien.

Well, more than he already is, considering to the Na'vi, humans are the most unnatural beings. Which he doesn't argue with. He has seen firsthand how their emotions and beliefs are primarily powered by greed, selfishness, and an ugly fixation on absolute control over everything they see and can't.

Spider always hated the stories the others would tell; how the sky people, Tawtute, came from the stars within their metal birds (space shuttle), wanting to find a new home away from their neglected planet. Believing they could rebuild to save their species from extinction. Not once worry how their actions would affect Eywa'eveng's motherlands, creatures, and her children. Killing thousands without remorse, brothers, sisters, families, and many good humans that weren't blinded by their stupidity. Like Grace Augustine, Jake Sully, and the many scientists that saw their freedom within Pandora.

Knowing this, Spider understood why the Omatikaya treated him as an outcast.

Despite owning a Na'vi spirit, he was confined in his weak human body. He still remembers how, as a toddler, he'd constantly have extreme temper tantrums, his face entirely red with crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks. Demanding fussily that he wanted to own an Avatar like the others. He even begged to use someone else's when they were not using them. Prompting Poor Norm to explain to a grumpy four-year-old boy how borrowing a genetically engineered Na'vi-hybrid body was impossible and dangerous to his undeveloped mind. And creating his own was the same without the suitable instruments and technology to keep it alive.

So, with a saddened heart, he'd accepted that he couldn't be a true child of the people. Yet, it didn't stop him to tried to be one as much as he possibly could be as a human. He stopped wearing human clothes unless he was asleep or with his foster family, spoke the people's language to train himself fluently and read all of Ms. Augustine's survival guides and old video logs. To further his knowledge his their traditions, customs, animals, and flora. Spider did everything to feel even a tiny bit like them, and no matter the little praises and comments he'd received, he treasured them. Those small praises gave him confidence and a sense of being him, not a demon, not his son.

Not Miles Socorro, son of Colonel Miles Quaritch, a Na'vi killer's child. He's Spider, a son of Eywa, a friend and warrior of the Omatikaya clan. He continued this throughout his childhood, leading toward his teens. Where his self-esteem was at his lowest, and puberty was a total bitch. However, throughout the years, he gained friends from a family like him, sharing two worlds. However, unlike him, the people treated them with respect. Lo'ak and Kiri, son and daughter of the mighty Toruk Makto, are his foundation.

Lo'ak, his frivolous brother, brought him trouble and madness wherever they went, a dynamic duo that loved to prank everyone and have amazing adventures that left them with bruises and cuts, much to Mo'at and Neytiri's displeasure. Regardless of his recklessness, Lo'ak can be a great listener, surprising even Spider. He's considerate of the issues that Spider faces. Being similar to his own due to his eyebrows and extra forefinger. They both rely on each other, having their back against anything in their path.

Then there's Kiri, a blessing of the great mother, his kindhearted sister. She always finds ways to cheer Spider from the nasties of moods, showing him Pandora's most extraordinary sites. They bond over their parentages and differences and have each other's back from those who call them freaks.

Yet, this wasn't the reason why he felt alienated.

The combined efforts of Kiri's stubbornness and Lo'ak's lack of decency were the critical key points that helped him discover that feeling. It was high noon, the sun was at its apex, and the Omatikaya carried on their daily chores. He and Kiri were tasked with gathering fresh herbs and fruits to replenish Mo'at's medicine room to aid in creating new ointments and creams for the young warriors injured from hunts and recon missions. Thanks to his fast knowledge of the different effects of the various types of plants, along with Kiri's Tsakarem training, the two are collecting the materials in recorded time. They were enjoying each other company until Spider heard a yowling scream before a vast body pressed him down, "Hey, Bro!!"

Spider smiled, immediately recognizing the voice anywhere," Lo'ak get off bro, your heavy." Lo'ak laughs, still pressing down the older boy, lightly teasing him about how tiny he is under him until Kiri decides it is enough, pushing her annoying brother off him. Spider never mined the teasing from him, knowing fully well that these comments were a way of having fun. Not to be used by the other kids and adults behind their backs.

"Lo'ak."

Spider lifts his head to see a very irritated Neteyam glaring down at his younger brother with his bow on his hip. "Dad told us to hunt for Yerik to bring back to Mother. Stop messing around." He rolled his eyes at his older brother. Spider stood up, dusting himself off the dirt and grass that covered his loincloth, listing to the two arguing. Spider always found it amusing that both claimed to be soo different than the other when he could distinctly see their similarities. Understandably, Neteyam is the responsible child and follows the rules with an iron fist, yet he still vaults into trouble alongside Lo'ak without a second thought. Completely ignoring the dangers and consequences that come from it. And despite Lo'ak being a devil-may-care teenager, he's very concerned about his family and defends them without question, like any brother.

If only Spider could make them see that.

"Whatever, I'm bringing Spider with me for the hunt since somebody doesn't want me around," Lo'ak proclaimed, wrapping an arm around Spider's shoulder. Kiri looks at her brother with a frown, walking up to the two with a deep frown," No, he's helping me gather herbs to bring back to grandmother. He can deal with hunting later." She explained, crossing her arms. Her response was a defending groan, "Oh, come on, sis! I don't want to go with Captain Serious. He'd just gonna go off flirting with that warrior chick again."

That was new; Kiri and Spider looked at Neteyam with shocked yet interested expressions at the newfound information given to them. Neteyam's ears became a dark violet as his face became one of embarrassment. Glaring daggers at his brother, he counters back how "it wasn't like that!" and "She's just a fellow warrior." causing his siblings to giggle at his attempts, while Spider remained silent.

Lo'ak then adds to his brother's horror of the considerable benefits of having a mate, along with some imagined comments causing Neteyam to blush further, causing him to tackle his brother to the ground. Kiri rolled her eyes at the two, "Boys. All of them are just the same." Kiri declared; she then quickly looked back to Spider," Excapt you, Monkey Boy, your so lucky that you don't have to worry about all that stuff." Spider simply chuckles, agreeing with her statement.

Spider understood that being Pandora's only human child, he'll never have a mate to call his own. Unfortunately, he'll never-Wait, is he despondent that he can't have a partner?

He blinks at the sudden thought, confused by the fact that he isn't sad about not having a mate. If anything, he's…glade. Spider, throughout his life, never really talked about romance. Even when someone brings it up in conversations, he just nods until the topic changes to matters he's passionate about, such as hunting, gathering, and even playing with the other kids. It was he experiences little or no romantic attraction to anyone.

Wait a minute, didn't Norm explain something related to that topic a while-Wait!

Spider suddenly remembers one of his Earth lessons instructed by Norm and Max when the topic of "Sexual identities." came into the picture. Norm explains that the people of Earth use them to tell how one thinks of oneself and to whom one is romantically or sexually attracted. It also refers to one's sexual orientation identity, which is when people identify or disidentify with a sexual orientation or choose not to identify with a sexual orientation. In all honesty, Spider was extremely confused about all the terms and meanings since the Na'vi didn't really have or use titles to express their fondness. However, thinking back, he'd recall a particular word buried back of his mind that seemed to stick called Aromantic. Aromantic is a term for a person who experiences little or no romantic attraction to anyone.

This seemed right with him, and if anything, it felt… natural. Like anything that he ever felt unsure of was utterly gone. He's Aromantic. "Spider! Come on, bro, it's almost eclipse!" Spider snapped out of his mind, seeing Lo'ak with Kiri and Neteyam waiting on the other side of a towering tree leading to a dirt path. Spider fastly runs up to the two, apologizing for spacing out. They all began to walk back to the village before Jake had to call a war party for them. Lo'ak, noticing his brother's silent gaze, asked, "You okay, Spider? You seemed quiet."

Spider took a moment before he replied," Oh, you know, Just thinking. And finding some things out."

Spider going to have a field day when he tells Norm and Max what he discovered today.

#avatar #avatar fandom #avatar pandora #spider socorro #aromantic spider socorro #our oblivious spider series

[fe-fictions]

Saizo x Corrin commission (The duo go on an undercover mission where Corrin gets to seduce another man...and Saizo is not thrilled)

“I don’t like this.”

“What’s not to like?”

“Corrin, this plan is terrible.”

“But you’re going in with me.” Your reasoning was met with a sharp glare (as usual), your husband watching with arms tightly crossed over his chest. Your outfit was already quite offensive to his eyes; you were dressed in all the trappings of a bride-to-be. The only problem was that you weren’t renewing your vows to him; you were going to marry another man.

“It’s the only way for us to get in there and get some real work done, and you know that. Besides, you’ll be coming as my loyal bodyguard.”

“I would rather be going as your husband. This ruse is dangerous- and it will not go as planned.” 

“How can you possibly know that? You’re a ninja, you’re trained for situations where you have to be seductive to pull information. Isn’t that true?”

Saizo averted his eyes, feeling a sudden flare up of bashfulness.

“That’s not the same! Besides, you weren’t trained in the art of seduction, and certainly not for reconnaissance like this. It could go any number of ways wrong, and I refuse to allow it!”

“Unfortunately, that is not your decision to make, my love.” You pat his shoulder, but he is not amused nor placated.

Saizo’s mouth opens to protest, however he is stopped by Ryoma’s hand raising, ending the debate on all angles.

“I am afraid that we are not able to go with any other plan. The Vallite noble doesn’t know about where Corrin’s loyalties lie yet, and they have a wealth of knowledge about Anankos. If anyone can tap into it…she will need to be.”

“Forgive my insolence, milord, but it is extremely unsafe. What if they realize that she is against Anankos? What if they realize that she has ulterior motives, or she’s harmed because there is not anyone there to protect her when things go south?”

“Things won’t go south.” You held up your dragon stone, “I can get out if things start to get bad.”

“You overestimate your solitary skills. It will not be as easy as you think to escape, especially if you are deep into enemy territory, alone!”

“You do raise a good point in that she should not go in alone. Perhaps if we send in a personal guard of some sort…somebody who can accomany Corrin if it starts to get ugly.”

“Is it really going to be that bad?” She asked him, “You doubt my ability to get in and out that badly?”

“I would be more comforted had you been raised with the skills of a ninja. However, you do not…or at least, you do not know enough yet. I haven’t had enough time to train you to the level I would be comfortable with.”

“What if we assigned you as her personal detail and retainer for this task, Saizo?” Ryoma posed the question, drawing the attention of both husband and wife.

“What?”

“Wait, no. Absolutely not-” You cut in, trying to stop the idea before Saizo went all in. But your husband straightened up and bowed his head.

“That is an excellent idea, milord. I would be honored to accept this assignment-”

“No! You can’t go. If we’re going to send anyone in, it should be Kagero, or Kaze, or really just anyone who isn’t my husband that iwll have to watch me seduce another man!”

“It’s just a job, Corrin. I won’t be bothered by it.”

“Really?” You quirked an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You get jealous whenever one of my brothers pats my head.”

Saizo’s ears went red, but he otherwise maintained his stance. “That’s not true. Regardless, I can separate emotions from mission work. I would rather be by your side rather than sit here and wonder if you are safe or not.”

“It’s true, Corrin. This is a dangerous mission, but it’s also not something that Saizo hasn’t seen before. If anyone can ensure your safety, it should be our best ninja in the army. I trust he won’t allow his emotions to put you in danger.”

“Of course. The mission is paramount, but so is your safety.”

“And who better to trust with your safety than your husband?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to fight the urge to protest more. They weren’t wrong; if anyone could hold their own in an excessively risky intelligence mission, it was your Saizo. The only problem was that you knew him extremely well.

And knowing him well meant you knew it would be a ticking time bomb before his emotions really did get the better of him, and he would lash out seeing you getting all touchy-feely with a strange man.

“I think this may be something you’ll have to compromise on, Corrin.” Ryoma looked at you with just a hint of apology in his eyes, nodding to your husband. “There are not many I would entrust with your safety when it comes to such a delicate mission…but more so than that, I do not believe he would allow me to assign anyone else.”

“That is correct, milord.” Saizo said, clearly enjoying the newfound influence he had with his lord-turned-brother. There were certain perks he could enjoy now as a prince-elect, though you weren’t sure you personally enjoyed the new power he had.

Much less how he was now going to use it to keep tabs on you.

“This is for the best, Corrin. I will not allow my emotions to get in the way of the mission. And more importantly, there should be no single person you trust more with your safety than me. Will you allow me to do this for you?”

You looked at him for a long moment, your lips drawn in a thin line. He wasn’t wrong…this was likely something you would probably conquer better together. You didn’t have the best feeling about it, but…what was the harm, really?

“...Very well, then. You’ll be accompanying me on this mission. I hope you’re up for it, Saizo.”

“I am well-prepared.” Saizo stood a bit taller, looking quite pleased with the outcome of the discussion. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest…something was surely going to go wrong, wasn’t it?

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It would take a couple of weeks for the mission to officially go into effect. Contact was made with the Vallite noble, and the “arrangement” to go through with the marriage began.

The courtship was due to begin; Saizo escorted you to the noble’s home, a manor inlaid within a surreal landscape that was common of Valla. 

What was most interesting was the man who stood at the entrance to his home, looking quite pleased as you were brought forward, dressed in all the formal trappings as expected of a princess.

Saizo dutifully remained at your side, taking notes on the potential escape routes and areas primed for the undercover investigation he’d be conducting in the brief moments he wasn’t glued to your side. 

His primary focus, however, was on the noble who stood before you both. He looked a few too many years old for you, and his physique left much to be desired. Worse yet, the expression on his face was far too slimey for comfort.

“We finally meet, Princess Corrin. What an honor it is to be graced with your presence.” He spoke brightly, sounding far more charming than necessary. Saizo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

This man was the exact opposite of what you would ever be attracted to. How foolish to even think such a cretin would have a chance with his Corrin.

“My lord…I am deeply grateful for this opportunity.” You bowed your head, delicate and poised. Saizo knew he was a fool for you, considering how his heart skipped a beat whenever you were dressed so beautifully, and acting so noble. 

Though to be fair, his heart skipped a beat whenever you did…well, anything. How you managed to be so breathtaking whether in a dress or in armor was a mystery he would not mind leaving unsolved.

“I was expecting you to come with a band of your siblings. I know that they were less than enthused at the prospect of marrying their dear sister off to a Vallite.”

“Well…considering how things have been going, it would be best if we tried to find a way to resolve our issues peacefully. I am very interested in pursuing our courtship.”

“And when all goes well between us, the opportunity for us to deepen our relationship as well, your majesty.” He took up your hand, kissing the back of it with quite a smirk on his lips.

Saizo was impressed with the blush that dusted your cheeks; it was just enough to be quite convincing. Even the tips of your ears were rosy. Perhaps you were going to be better at this than he first thought.

Perhaps he was watching too closely, as the noble’s expression soured when he looked up at the ninja. 

“Who is this man, Princess Corrin? If your siblings were not to escort you, then why is this man here?”

“He is my personal guard. I did not wish to overwhelm you, and so I thought it might be best to only bring him with me, rather than several others.”

“Hmph…I see no reason for it, seeing as you will have plenty of protection with the guards I have here.”

“I mean no disrespect, however I place immense trust in my guard. He is highly skilled, and someone I trust greatly with my personal safety. I hope you will allow him to accompany me during our visit.”

He stares at Saizo for a moment longer, but relents with another sleezy smile. “Of course- who am I to say no to such a beautiful woman? If he means so much to you, I have no qualms about his joining us…at least, whenever it is permissable.”

The stage was set, then.

You were shown to your own private quarters, with arrangements made for Saizo among the servants. Saizo would work hard to show restraint, as he would much rather be spending his time beside you, in the privacy of your room, rather than leaving you to your own devices in a strange place.

And so began the courtship process.

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He would never have admitted it, but you were a little more right about the jealousy being an issue than he was willing to admit. 

You were doing an excellent job of winning the noble’s favor, and you seemed to be getting lots of good information, judging by the notes you would slip into his room each night, gathering the necewssary intel.

But he wasn’t enjoying watching you flirt and be flirted with…especially with a creature as vile as that man. 

He had his hands all over you, as far as you would allow. If his arm wasn’t draped over your shoulder, he had his fingers threaded with yours, and at times, he would have his hands wrapped around your waist.

Saizo had been unfortunate enough to witness a kiss or two on your cheek, and once on your forehead. 

It was a little more upsetting than he first thought.

You were stiff at times, but you were ultimately allowing it and playing into his attraction to you. If he was honest with himself…you were doing it far too well.

“I’m surprised by it, honestly.”

Saizo was currently perched in the trees outside of the kitchens, listening in on the staff as they prepared dinner for the “couple”.

He leaned in, focusing on the conversation while keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings.

“He didn’t strike me as her type at all, but she seems incredibly receptive to his advances. Even when he’s being daring! I would have pushed him away a few times, myself. They’ve only known each other for a few days, after all.”

A good woman worked in that house, Saizo decided.

“Maybe she has strange taste,” Another giggled, “But also, there seems to be a lot riding on this. I mean, it is an arranged courtship, that’ll undoubtedly lead to marriage. Whose to say she isn’t just going along with it in order to expedite the process and get what she wants?”

“I have a sense of these things- it would feel much more stiff if she wasn’t actually interested, don’t you think? She wouldn’t be nearly as open to his romancing ‘techniques’ if she were only there purely for business. Princess Corrin strikes me as a rather cold beauty, but when she’s with him she seems to be considerably warm and open.”

“When do you think they’ll officially announce the engagement?”

“You think it’ll come sooner rather than later, right?”

“I should hope so! I have ten gold pieces on it.”

“They’re getting along fantastically well. I’m sure there’ll be an official announcement in no time!”

Saizo was quite proud of his wife. You were doing phenomenally well, despite the circumstances. He was working hard, and you were keeping pace with your own intelligence gathering. Depending on how the next couple of days went, you could very well be slipped out of that manor and back to safety with all th einformation you could possibly need. He shifted to slip away, considering his work complete here.

“I suppose it could be like that…but also, I think it might be faster than you think. I heard that he went into the bath house…while she was there!”

Immediately, he was back in place.

“What? Really?! That’s so scandalous! They’re not even engaged yet, but they’re already-”

“I don’t know for sure, but…I did sense a bit of an awkward air between them, during lunch. I think something happened.”

Saizo slipped from the branches, taking a different route than he would to return to his room. Deftly he moved to the roof, making his way across and finding his way to a certain wing of the house, tapping against a specific window.

He found himself looking into the slightly startled gaze of his wife, who moved from the edge of her bed over to the window pane and carefully cracked it open.

“Saizo? What are you doing here? Has something happened?”

“I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Why?” You tilted your head, stepping back so that he could slip into the room. Saizo entered and shuttered the window without a sound. Your lamp was dim in the night, but it did illuminate you so beautifully.

Remembering the reason he was here, and seeing you like this, it did make something painful twist in his heart.

“I heard some staff talking about that man walking in on you in the bath house. Is this true?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation, watching him carefully. His body language did not change, but you could tell there was something behind his eye that he was working very hard to keep hidden. 

“What happened?”

“He said it was a mistake. He did not know that I was in the bath house when he went in to wash up. He was quick to leave, though.”

“How quick?” He asked you, clipped. You sat back down on the bed, prompting Saizo to walk closer to you, until he was standing before you with arms crossed over his chest.

“He was there for only a few moments. When he realized I was in there he did not stay.”

“His gaze- was he looking at your body?”

“I’m not sure. There was a lot of steam. There’s a low chance he was able to see much of anything. Why are you asking all these questions?”

“Because there are certain lines that are not to be crossed during this mission. He is not to make any advances on you that could lead to him attempting sexual intercourse.”

“You’ve ‘attempted sexual intercourse’ during missions before, haven’t you? Kaze told me.”

“That was a long time ago. I would never do something like that for the sake of a mission now- especially because I am married to you. There is no excuse for infidelity- even for a mission. But even so, your brothers and sisters laid that stipulation out quite strictly. It is one thing for a ninja to do something like that. But you are a princess, first and foremost. They would never ask you to do such a thing; and I absolutely wouldn’t allow it regardless.”

“Well, I certainly wasn’t going to try anything like that. I don’t quite enjoy his attempts at affection.” You said with a grimace, flexing your hands. “It makes me feel grimey, whenever he touches me. Is that normal?”

Saizo relaxes some, lowering his mask and crouching in front of you. His hands wrapped around yours, squeezing them gently. 

“He is not a pleasant man. I would sooner call him scum than anything else. I will not allow him to do anything to you beyond his overfamiliar touches. If he tries to do more, tell me right away.”

“Are you going to rescue me?” You quirk an eyebrow, and he scoffs.

“You are not the type of woman who needs saving. Just know that you are not dealing with that cretin alone. If he goes too far, I will be there to put a stop to it. You have my word.”

You cup his cheek, all but beaming at your sweet husband.

“Thank you, my love. I’m glad you’re the one watching my back.” He leans into your touch, lingering for only a moment longer before he rose, gently capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“And you thought it was a bad idea.”

“Mm…I can admit when I’m wrong.” You giggled, smiling against his lips as he returned for another kiss, and another. 

He had to work terribly hard to keep from going any further, despite the prime opportunity you had presented him with. 

You gazed up at him, enraptured by the warmth of his smile.

“How much longer do you think we’ll be here?” You asked him quietly, slipping your arms around his back. His brow furrowed, mulling it over.

“I can’t imagine it’ll be much longer. We’ve gathered a lot of information…I doubt that man is privvy to all of the goings on in Valla.”

“Good. I miss having you in my bedroom.” 

“‘Your’ bedroom?” He echoed, “You mean ‘our’ bedroom.”

“Well, we’re in separate rooms again, and as far as I’m concerned, this is my bedroom. I miss having you in my bedroom.”

“I would stay if it weren’t so risky. But it’s best to keep up appearances. As soon as we’re home, we’ll go straight to bed, in ‘our’ room.”

“And what will we do once we’re in bed?” You ask him, running your fingers through his hair. Saizo shivered, but ultimately drew away, knowing better than to let himself be tempted in the middle of such an important mission.

“We will do whatever you wish. Now get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” He said gruffly, but left one last kiss to your fingertips. You earned one last smile before he hid it behind his mask.

It would be a long night for both of you. But at least, you had the comfort and anticipation of knowing you would be back in each other’s arms soon. The mission was coming to a close, and hopefully, without another hitch.

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Saizo was not sure when things changed, or how.

But all of a sudden, that morning, the noble had other plans beyond simply trying to woo you. He had become more aggressive, and his words more impatient and more lustful. 

Perhaps he had seen more of you than either of you first thought. 

Saizo kept a closer watch on him, being careful to have his presence more known  and being directly at your side if the “dates” were out in the open.

He knew the glint in that man’s eye; it belonged to a man who wanted something from you- that you had absolutely no interest in giving to a lech like him.

It was about two evenings later, when Saizo heard a commotion. The sound of a vase toppling over, and the sound of a struggle.

The sound of your voice, strained, as you were pulling against the growls of that man.

Saizo was in the rafters, trailing the sounds. 

It didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for. The noble, towering over you, and pushing you into the wall with your hands restrained.

“How much longer are you going to play games? You know how badly I desire you, princess- surely you would not deprive me of your touch any longer!”

“M-milord, please, we cannot. We must be engaged before-”

“You can’t keep hiding behind that excuse! You really think your siblings would’ve sent you here alone without thinking something would happen? They wanted this! They know the quickest way to seal our union is through consummation- through a physical bond! And after the constant teasing, the torture you’ve put upon me- it is long past time for it to happen!”

“I can assure you, that’s not the reason they sent me here alone. They would never send me into a jackal’s den on my own, let alone with such a lecherous reason.”

The man’s laugh was sickening. And the boiling in Saizo’s blood was reaching fever pitch. 

“Enough of this playing hard to get, Corrin. Submit to me- embrace me! It is what we both want, isn’t it?”

“It isn’t.” You glared at him, trying to rip your hands away. But the man was stronger than he looked. Saizo moved closer, the glint of the metal piece on his mask catching your eye. You glanced up, finding him almost directly above the noble, ready to drop down and crush his bones in an instant.

You shook your head, subtly nodding your head south. Towards his room.

Saizo’s brow furrowed- were you planning to make a move? Was it time to go? 

All the intel that had been meticulously gathered was in the satchel with his field notes. He would need to grab that before you could leave. But if he left you alone with that man-

“Come to me, Corrin.” The man leaned in closer, snapping your attention back to him. “You want this, too.”

“Listen to me fool, I- mmmph!”

Saizo’s vision went red.

The kiss lasted all of two seconds, before Saizo dropped down with full force on top of the man’s body. You gasped, stumbling back when your husband all but left a crater in the floor. He grabbed the noble up by his collar and threw his body into the nearest room, breaking the handles and sealing the doors in a single movement.

“Corrin- Corrin, are you all right?”

“I- what are you doing? You needed to go get your things! My things! It’s only a matter of time before someone stumbles on him-!”

“Go to your room and get your things. I’ll meet you at the back door, and we’ll get out of here. Don’t waste a single second!”

“But-”

You were being pushed in the opposite direction, and Saizo bolted down the corridor, making a beeline for his room. The staff were bustling about as usual, undoubtedly someone hearing the commotion that had happened. 

It was hard to miss, particularly when the loud crunch and thud of a body hitting the floor at high velocity all but echoed across the manor.

Saizo burst into his room and snatched up his supplies, clearing the room out in mere seconds. 

He turned the corner and rushed to meet you.

It was the shriek that had him change directions. 

“MILORD!! HE’S DEAD!”

They broke the doors down already. Saizo spat a curse and sprinted to your room. If they were already onto them, there was a good chance you hadn’t gotten everything together.

“Corrin! We have to go, now!” Saizo came into your room, just as you were heading to the door. He grabbed your hand and ran for the window. He flung it open, and took your bags. You climbed onto his back, arms around his back before he leapt into the trees.

The third escape route he mapped out was the exit. The two of you rushed through the trees, branches snapping under his feet as he leapt from them at full force.

Saizo was already a monster, but being able to carry heavy bags of supplies and his wife at full weight was seemingly easy as can be.

“Hang on tight, Corrin- we’ll be up here at this speed for a while. If you’re having trouble, let me know. We’ll find somewhere safe to rest.”

“You’re the one carrying me-” You said through clenched teeth, hearing the alarms raised in the distance as Saizo rushed you both further from the manor. “They’ll be trailing us for a while, I think. Can you put enough distance between us?”

“I should be able to- at least long enough to get the portal set so we can return home. Keep an ear up for the enemy in the meantime.”

“Sir, yes sir.” 

Saizo focused solely on getting to safety after that, the pair of you practically rocketing through the tredes for several minutes. Eventually he had to stop- pushing his body for so long under such conditions was exhausting. But thankfully, it  was enough distance that you could prepare the circle and contact your siblings to get you the hells out of there.

The Outrealm welcomed you with open arms, ushering the two of you back in. 

Clerics and royal siblings both were crowded around you, checking for some sign that you were all right and you didnt’ need immediate nmedical attention.

Saizo was all but  dragged to the medical wing, seeing as he had strained just about every muscle to get you.

At least, that’s what you thought. 

After the briefing was completed, and Saizo was checked over and given healing salve to apply to his most sore areas, you both made a beeline for the bedroom.the bed, applying the necessary salve to  his arms and legs.

His exposed skin was a most welcome sight, but it was made much better when he smiled tiredly at you, gesturing for you to hurry up and c

Of course he still beat you there since he didn’t use the ladder. In fact, he was already sitting on ome in.

“Looks like we survived.” You sighed, “The meeting went well, and they were quite pleased with all the information we were able to glean from that courting partner of mine.”

“Feh- I should hope so. That mission was more trouble than it was worth.” Saizo sighed, his shoulders dropping as he slowly allowed himself to decompress from the stress of what you’d both gone through.

You slid in close, gently running your fingers over his tense muscles, touching your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you for keeping me safe. I wouldn’t have been able to get out nearly as quickly as you did. You really saved us, back there.”

“I told you I would,” Saizo reminded you softly, bumping his forehead against yours. “Besides, it was my fault things went south so quickly. If I’d been more careful, I wouldn’t have caused all that chaos by killing the man prematurely.”

“You were going to kill him anyway?” You paused your ministrations, finding a steely, absolutely dead serious expression on his face.

“That vile creature wouldn’t take his hands off you, and then had the audacity to restrain and kiss you against your will. If I hadn’t stepped in sooner, I shudder to think what he would’ve tried to do next…and I will not stand for my wife being dishonored by such filth.”

“You’re as terrifying as you are romantic.” You laugh nervously, but you smile all the same, holding his face in your hands. “Thank you, my love. I’m glad that I had your jealous rage watching over me.”

“Shut up.” He clicked his tongue, taking you into his arms. “Now, we need to do something about his actions. Wherever he touched you…whatever he tried to do…we’re getting rid of all that right this instant.”

“Sir, yes sir.”  He had you buried in a cascade of kisses and tender touches from a very grabby pair of hands. This time, though, it was far more welcome.

You of course would tease him for his jealous ticks during that mission, but…right now, all you wanted was to be snuggled tight in your sweet ninja’s arms once again.

And he was more than happy to oblige.

#saizo #corrin #fe 14 #fire emblem fates #sairin #saizo x corrin #commission #fluff #angst #f!corrin #fem!corrin #f!mu #fe fictions #fe-fictions #saizo is a good protective boy #we love our red ninja #AND NOW THERE ARE NO MORE COMMISSIONS #FINALLY

[supershanaynay1]

For the WIPs tag, 1, 5 and 9? :D

(I ugly laughed in the best kind of nearly choking way at the title of 1)

Cas Fists the Leviathans

LMAO. Oh dear god, ok I went and looked into this because I was like wtf and what I have written in the doc is literally "The Trap. That’s it. That’s the prompt." WHICH IS ENTIRELY NOT HELPFUL PAST ME KJDSFHDS

BUT i think what this is for is a Cas perspective of 'The Trap' (spn 15x09) where he fights Leviathans and gets the Leviathan blossom for the Trap God Spell That Wasn't. And he apparently fists them. Is it sexual? Is it a metaphor? Who knows. Not me.

5. Duolingo Owl

DUOLINGO OWL WIP MY BELOVED. Ok so the duolingo owl is hunting people for not doing their daily whatever on the duolingo app (and it's discovered that the duolingo owl is a tulpa from all the internet memes of the duolingo owl comes to kill you if you don't keep up your speaking in spanish streak). I don't know if the boys succeed on this hunt, but it's definitely a crack fic that knowing me becomes serious

9. Midam

MY MIDAM WIP. Ok so this is a post 15x19 fic where Chuck is alive (I think, I wasn't very clear in what I've written), so pretty much would follow the canon of 15x19 except Michael didn't betray the Winchesters and die and he and Adam are living and having their best life. (Also Gabriel's apparently alive in this fic so idk if this is supposed be post *my* 15x19/15x20 fix-it fic (TBPWYAD) canon or what because I still haven't decided if Chuck dies or not, but according this WIP he's still alive). BUT ANYWAY this is soft fluff fic where Michael and Adam go on a date in Italy I believe.

Bonus, I'll even share a little snippit because i love my little body-sharing archangel/human duo:

Michael raised an eyebrow. “You told me humans liked performing an elaborate ritual of care and affection on this holy day.”

Adam quickly did a mental tally of every conversation they had had recently. There was world travelling, giving a silent ‘fuck you’ to both of their families (Gabriel was an exception, but he was on thin ice), making up with Amara for locking her up for centuries (that Thanksgiving dinner was going to be awkward), drop kicking Chuck into the sun (Michael was quite fond of that idea, especially after the Rapture, but Adam figured there were better ways to get back at the former God), finding a job… 

Oh, of course. A couple days before Adam had been explaining the point behind buying others chocolates and flowers and giving each other cards with pictures of naked baby angels on them (Michael had spent a good half an hour going over the inaccuracies of the cartoon cupids to the real deal).

“Wait, you’re telling me it’s Valentine’s Day?” Adam laughed aloud, earning him an odd look from the couple walking past. “And we’re… celebrating it?”

Michael shrugged. The archangel almost seemed embarrassed. “I believe you would call it a date.”

#writing #fic writing #ask shannon #ask me anything #wips #supernatural #midam

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 27

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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The clock is ticking and ticking, just ticking away Look at the fun we all had till the brink of a day There is no way out of the nightmare if you're never awake Closer than ever to the dark when you stay

~Frenzy by Scraton~

Whether it was due to Henry’s engineering or the souls that resided inside the androids, Michael and Charlie ended up falling asleep for a few hours as well. Mike passed out with his back against the wall and Charlie using his side as a pillow; as much as Freddy wanted to encourage them into a more comfortable position, he couldn’t bear to wake them. In sleep, their faces were the most peaceful Freddy had ever seen.

Gregory was a different story, however. The crease between his eyebrows started out faint, only deepening as the day waned and night reared its ugly head. Freddy was tempted to wake him up a few times when his tense flinches caused a flailing hand to knock against the bear’s torso, but Gregory always retuned to still slumber right afterwards so Freddy opted to let him be. He did run his claws through Gregory’s hair when the nightmares seemed particularly bad, which helped the boy subconsciously relax.

Eventually, Mike was the first to rouse himself. Blinking wearily, he gathered his bearings as he yawned and rubbed the exhaustion from his face with the hand not trapped under Charlie.

“Hello, Michael,” Freddy greeted softly, offering a smile which Mike returned with one of his own.

“Hey, Freddy; thanks for watching over us,” he replied, and the bear let out a soft chuckle.

“Of course; I will always keep you safe.”

This was more than just a statement—it was a promise.

The next to be roused was Gregory. Freddy's deep voice rumbled through the couch and seemed to resonate in his dream state. He woke with a silent start, wiping sweat from his forehead as his breathing picked up.

He remembered what happened yesterday. Oh god... It actually happened.

He died.

He pulled himself to sit up, using Freddy's arm for balance while he looked between his two awake caretakers. He stared at them without blame or anger… but Gregory felt so fucking stupid.

He couldn't keep himself alive, despite all their efforts to avoid this exact fate. And the phantom feeling of that needle jabbing its way into his heart—

Oh, the sensation it wrought down his spine. It disgusted him, knowing that the further something impaled your body the less you felt it. Only on the surface had the puncture wound hurt; Gregory reached up, scratching his hand over the pinhole in his shirt. How could he even look at his family after the pain he’d put them through?

Stupid. Thoughtless. Dumbass...

“Gregory?” Freddy questioned when the boy failed to greet him or Michael upon waking. As Gregory plucked at his shirt, Freddy placed a fingertip under his chin and gently tilted his face upwards.

One look at his expression told the bear everything he needed to know: Gregory remembered what happened.

“It is alright, calm down,” Freddy soothed, pulling Gregory into his lap as he began to tremble slightly. He assumed this was from latent shock and fear, Gregory’s mind having been unable to process the day’s events as they occurred. He spared a glance at Michael over Gregory’s shoulder, noting the guilt-ridden grimace twisting his face as he shook Charlie awake.

Gregory felt like he wanted to cry. It was all trapped in his chest, waiting to explode forth into a froth of tears and a runny nose like usual… Yet nothing came out. Freddy told him to calm down, so he forced the emotion back into the recesses of his soul.

He was dead.

Did dead people feel? His eyes darted from Freddy to Michael and the now waking Charlie. She wore a groggy expression until her sights locked on Gregory. The boy rubbed his own eyes, looking away.

“Guys…” He took deep breaths, but it was impossible to keep every tear in. One managed to roll down his cheek. “I-It got me in the chest, and I… I t-think my heart—” A hiccup escaped, silver eyes wide with dread. “...Am I a ghost?”

“No.” Charlie answered quickly, watching as Gregory deflated from escaping tension. He still looked worried, trying to speak again before Charlie interrupted him. “—No, you're not a zombie either. You're... Something different. Uh—”

Charlie didn't know how to explain it, but she decided to keep calm and ask the now more aware kid a few questions. Best to start with a simple one. “How do you feel?”

Gregory blinked, his eerie stare almost unsure at first.

How did he feel? Gregory didn't even know.

“Anxious...,” he stated honestly. He touched his chest with the flat of him palm in search of a heartbeat. Something to prove he really wasn't dead—or at least, that he didn’t show it.

“Your vital signs are all registering,” Freddy said, covering Gregory's hand with his own. With the additional pressure of his father's paw, a fast heartbeat could be felt faintly through Gregory's sternum. Freddy paused a moment before continuing, not wanting to outright lie but also unsure of how to explain the boy's current state.

“All medical functions point to you being alive and well,” he added, noting the boy visibly relax at the news. He wasn't calm by any means, but the tension in his shoulders lowered upon hearing the robot’s health scans proclaim that his heart was still beating. Even so, that didn't cover all their bases—though Gregory might appear physically alright, his emotional state was another matter completely. Freddy ran a paw through his hair, asking:

“What do you feel besides anxious, Gregory? Physically or otherwise? You can tell us anything; we are here for you and want to help as best we can.”

Gregory had no clue why his first reaction was to push Freddy's hand away. He loved Freddy, and the bear just wanted to help. Gregory kept his hand at his side, refusing to shove aside the one actively trying to calm him. But it was hard to mask the obvious fear he felt.

“I feel... fine? Different—jittery,” he answered after a moment of thought. He felt it was easier to stare at the ground than make eye contact. Gregory felt more aware, and that sudden overstimulation was giving him a caged-in sensation. “Nothing hurts. Not even the scratch on my back... I just feel, like, tense and nervous?”

He felt like he’d done something wrong, most importantly. Gregory knew this was irrational, yet the feeling persisted and made his heart clench.

Were they mad at him? No.

So why did he worry so much?

“I'm going to be fine, though,” Gregory decided. If he said it enough times it'd be true. He'd be just fine.

“You sure are,” Michael encouraged, scooting over to crouch down by Freddy's legs. There was a smile on his face, though it didn't reach his eyes. He was trying though. “Who knows—maybe you've got some hidden superpowers we don't know about!”

“Perhaps you do,” Freddy said, a bit absently. He was looking at Gregory's back, as if he could see the scrape from Monty's claw through the fabric of his shirt. The wound wasn't deep, but it was big and surely would ache for a few more days. Gently, Freddy asked: “Gregory, may I check the scratch on your back? I would like to see how it is healing—if you cannot feel it, that is good news!”

Anything remotely positive was good news at this point, and they had to cling to as many of these moments as they could for the night ahead.

“Huh? Oh, sure. Here.” Gregory didn’t seem worried about the gash, more concerned about the obviously fake smile his brother was sending his way.

Gregory lifted his shirt, leaning forward to show Freddy his back. His skin had taken a more sallow tone since the injection, and while there was a small birthmark or two… there was no indication of a scratch. No scars or scab; just fairly smooth skin.

Charlie came over, inspecting his back along with Freddy. Before the bear could say anything that may freak Gregory out further, she remarked: “Oh! Uh... Healing just fine, Gregory.”

Though it was well-known that Charlie couldn't hide her true meaning with words.

“Charlie? Are you lying to me?” Gregory asked in a somewhat hurt tone. If there was something up, he'd hope they would tell him.

“No! No, not really—it's just... There's no scratch...” she said, bunching her fingers together in front of her apologetically. Gregory didn't seem upset. Rather, he was more confused than anything.

“Oh...,” was all he could muster, thinking of the meaning behind this and the possibilities thereafter.

“Okay, wait... this could be a good thing, right?” Michael asked hesitantly, looking between the trio on the couch. “I mean... how bad was the scratch, Freddy?”

“My analysis indicated that it was just below surface level and would take at least a week to heal up properly, if not longer depending on how much strain was put on the wound,” Freddy replied, reciting the medical ticket his brain produced when he'd bandaged up the scratch the other night.

“And it's been what—two, three days if we're generous?” Michael's face was hesitantly hopeful, seeing the tinniest light at the end of the tunnel. “But it's completely gone, so... It looks like you do have a superpower, Gregory—fast healing!” A corner of Michael's mouth twitched into a grin, the best he could do until someone else cut the thickly growing tension in the room.

Gregory had begun to see his curse of immortality with a new light. It might not necessarily be a good light, but it still threatened to beat out the shadow of depression that was falling over him.

“Huh...,” he'd say, just now noticing the pallor to his skin as he stared down at this hands. He'd have to test it later, Gregory thought. No one needed to see it, but he'd find a way to scratch himself then monitor the cut as time went on.

“Yeah! Hey, that's pretty cool if it’s true,” Gregory pointed out, a smile slowly returning to his face. Though like Michael, the smile's journey ended at his cheeks. He attempted to show a little bit of teeth to make it more endearing. Yet Charlie could see something was off.

“—William really messed up then,” she pointed out encouragingly. “Gregory's stronger than ever, and he's officially made every single ghost grow a vendetta against him.”

“I can't wait to see the look on his face—right before we smash it to pieces,” Michael added eagerly, his eyes flashing at the thought of confronting his father. Where before there was fear and hesitation towards the upgraded Bonnie suit, now there was just anger and a burning desire for revenge.

“Alright, enough of that, please,” Freddy interjected, not liking the dark turn of this conversation. “We will have ample time to dwell on William's demise. For now, we should start thinking of a plan on how to make that a reality. We must get him down to the basement for the others to complete their part of the arrangement.”

Michael pouted slightly, though he had to relent. Freddy had a valid point, as always.

“Okay, so—” he began, sitting up straight and at attention. “First off, we should figure out who we have to work with and who's against us—our allies and our enemies. We're all in, obviously, especially now that Gregory's up and running again.” 

“Cassidy and Ennard,” Charlie pointed out, watching as Gregory's smile finally seemed genuine when Michael interacted with him. It was a gentle, understanding sort of expression that went against the boy's colder looking features. “They've helped us out, and I know they’ve got something brewing downstairs. Then there's DJ Music Man, but I don't think we should bother him unless things get desperate. He was nice during the day, but who knows what he's up to at night... Then there's my Dad. That's obvious.”

She scratched her chin, perching on the table as they weighed their options for allies. “There's Sun. But I don't think he wants to leave the Daycare to help us, and I agree that we can’t risk Moon activating at the worst time.”

Gregory sat up straighter, waiting until Charlie finished before clearing his throat. “Uh. I have a plan... But you guys are gonna hate it.”

All eyes snapped to the boy in unison. Being an animatronic bear Freddy didn't have hackles, but if he did they'd surely be raised at the boy's hesitant phrase. It was probably going to involve exposing Gregory to more potential danger, which Freddy absolutely would not stand for—

A hand on his knee stilled this train of thought. Freddy glanced down to see Michael resting a palm on the cool metallic joint, gaze flickering between the bear and Gregory. There was heavy crease between Michael's brows that betrayed his equal discomfort with the situation. “No promises, kid... but we'll hear you out.”

Dad already hates this, Gregory thought, suppressing a sigh. He'd try to be concise with the way he spoke, confident enough to attempt to convince his family of what to do.

“He can't kill me... I-I mean, I can't die, right? I could, I don't know—I could lure him out. Pretend to be on his side? Then we'll lead him into that trap Cassidy and Ennard have waiting for him.”

It was a great plan!

—In theory. If William was still deluded enough to believe that Gregory was Evan, then it could work. But if he realized the mistake…

Charlie couldn't take those odds. Leaving Gregory alone to fend for himself against a known murderer?

She shook her head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Why not?! He's been after me all freaking weekend!” Gregory snapped. Like all of them, he wanted to be rid of this menace once and for all. The easiest solution sat right in front of them, yet no one wanted to put Gregory's health at risk to get the job done. “We can get rid of him just like that, and you won't even consider it? I'm not that important—”

Charlie's expression flashed to that of surprise at Gregory's back-talk. He'd never snapped at her like that before, but her surprised visage melted into that of anger. How could he say something like that about himself?

“—Not important?” She scoffed, shaking her head. “You don't know what you're talking about!”

Gregory stood on the couch, fists balled at his side. This was beginning to escalate, and Charlie wasn't sure what his point was in this silly argument. Before Gregory could snap back again Michael surged to his feet, fists clenched in a position eerily mirroring Gregory's own.

“Don't you dare say that!" he yelled, voice strained with raw emotion. His hands trembled at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he glared at Gregory.

It was hard for Michael to articulate his feelings, to assure the boy that the anger wasn't directed at him, but at what he said. All Mike could do was try his best and hope they didn't get into a full-blown fight in the moment they needed to be allied the most.

“How can you even think that, Gregory?!” he continued, ignoring the warning look Freddy was giving him to stop pushing. “Why the hell do you think we've been trying to protect you this whole weekend, if you weren't important to us?! We all love you, god damn it—you're Freddy's kid, and you're Charlie's brother! You're… You’re my brother, for fuck’s sake!”

He faltered at the admission, but only for a second. Gregory had to understand what he meant to them, and why they couldn't risk his life so freely, regardless of how tainted it’d already become.

“I-I can't... I've already fucked up so much in my life, and now I finally have a chance to set things right with my family by my side. All of us are going to do this together so no one can get hurt like we were ever again—and that includes you. So don't put yourself at risk thinking you mean nothing, because to us, you mean everything.”

As Charlie looked between the boys, she certainly could be fooled into thinking they were biological siblings. The way they both stood opposing to one another, the similar inflections in their voices; even if Gregory didn't agree he stepped down, breaking from Michael's glare before he fell in against the older boy's chest. He wanted to argue, to fight and kick the very idea that he was wasn't anything more than a kid who got himself and his friends into trouble... But he was too exhausted to put up a true fight in the face of such unadulterated love.

Charlie relaxed upon seeing this display of brotherly affection. Gregory's rage was slowly, quietly defeated before Charlie wrapped up a better plan in her head.

“Gregory, you're not going to lure him out... Not alone.” Gregory had a good plan, minus the part where they wouldn't be there to help him. “Michael and Freddy, once we find William you guys are going to pretend to want to hurt Gregory. I'll take care of Vanny in the meantime.”

Charlie felt it only fair in offering to tie up loose ends. It was dangerous, though any plan of this caliber would come with its default risk. It was by far a better stretch than the harebrained scheme Gregory came up with to go it completely alone.

“Oh... yeah, that... that might just work,” Michael agreed, rubbing slow circles on Gregory's back. The boy was fairly pliant now, comfortable in his hold as they silently reassured each other that the matter of Gregory's importance was tabled for now in light of bigger issues.

“I... do not know if I can tell such a blatant lie,” Freddy said hesitantly, his expression utterly conflicted. While the plan sounded okay, he didn't want to be the reason it faltered.

How was he supposed to pretend to wish harm on his son?

“I bet you can,” Michael responded, injecting as much confidence as he could into his words. In order for them to rely on Freddy, the animatronic needed to know they believed in him, too. “You know what? I think you've still got a little of me in your head. I'm willing to bet that's the real reason you haven't turned on us, Safe Mode be damned—from the human soul riding around in your brain for so long, messing with that pesky AI.”

Michael cracked a grin, which Freddy couldn't help but return. “Think of this as your final test of humanity—how good of an act can you put up against a psycho murderer in order to protect your family?”

“Well, when you put it that way... I suppose I will make it work,” Freddy replied with a soft laugh, though it quickly petered off. “I still have reservations about this plan, though—I am hesitant to separate from Charlie. Also, we do not even know where Vanessa is right now; she may very well be at William's side already.”

“Should we practice?” Gregory suggested, mouth muffled by Michael's chest and the bunched up fabric that sat against it. He pulled away to jump off the couch, a little shaky on his feet before finally gaining his balance once more. He waved his arms at Freddy, telling him: “I know it'll be hard—but pretend you don't love me and that I just threatened to punch DJ Music Man in the nards!”

“Animatronics don't have nards...,” Charlie snorted through a round of giggles. They didn’t last long, for Freddy's problem was still out on the table for them to discuss. “I appreciate the worry, Freddy. Guess we'll have to scout around and see where they're at.”

Gregory instantly began to scan his watch, looking over their hacked cameras for any sign of Vanessa or the purple rabbit.

“Wait! Go back to that feed!” Mike exclaimed, watching closely as Gregory flicked through the cameras in rapid succession. The tiny screen briefly fizzled with static as the feed switched back, and when it focused the image of a woman rushing down the hallway made everyone's eyes widen. “Looks like we found the night guard—and thank god she hasn't changed costume yet. Where's this feed coming from?”

“That is... oh no—that is just outside Rockstar Row,” Freddy informed the group, recognizing the signage on the walls instantly. He looked towards the closed curtain. “I think she is coming this way...”

“Even better; now we won't have to track her down,” Michael said, trying to spin this in a positive light. Who knew what comparatively pointless report she was rushing to tell Mr. Afton and Ms. Emily? At least they could use the situation to their advantage. Mike gestured for the group to lean in as he spoke in a quieter voice lest the guard somehow overhear. “Maybe we can lure her in here and trap her? Tie her up or something? If she can't leave, there's no way she can go find William, right? We might be able to get some information out of her if we trigger Vanny, as much I hate to do that...”

“Usually seeing me triggers the creepy bunny lady,” Gregory brought up, leaning over knock against Freddy’s chest with his free hand. “Open up; I'll hide in here until you guys want Vanny.” 

Unfortunately, with Vanessa's fast approach Charlie realized they didn't have much time. She would take Gregory instead and sit him down in her lap on the couch, arms wrapped tight and secure around him.

“Nope—just be cool, okay? It'll be fine. There's more of us than her,” Charlie reminded, watching as a shadow passed beyond Freddy's drawn curtains.

Here Vanessa was for the moment of truth. They were going to see whether or not beating those sick prisons designed in games really worked.

“Freddy? Freddy! Open up, damn it!” Vanessa called, frantically knocking on the door. Her tone sounded markedly distressed, nothing like the air of nervous detachment this side of her personality usually showed. With a frown Freddy did as instructed while Ness started fishing around in her bag for the appropriate security pass in order to bust her way in.

“Officer Vanessa—” Freddy began, but she quickly pushed past him into the room, stopping dead in her tracks as she caught sight of the others.

“Holy shit, you're alive,” Vanessa breathed, her whole body seeming to deflate as she clutched her chest. Her gaze was focused on Gregory, and Freddy could sense the rapid heartbeat thundering in her veins. She gave absolutely no indication of wanting to transform into a giggling patchwork rabbit as she tried to explain haltingly: “I-I had these dreams, but they… they weren't dreams, a-and I knew you guys were in trouble, so I—fuck, what happened to you, kid?!”

These crass words escaped unbidden as Vanessa finally noticed Gregory’s eerie, silver eyes, which seemed to glow of their own accord in the ambient lighting of Freddy's room. She took an involuntary step back, grinding her teeth together in a mixture of fear and worry—maybe the rabbit had gotten to him already. Was she too late?

Well, she wasn't threatening to gut him anymore. That was a step up, though Gregory looked shocked at the fright his appearance had caused her. At first he glanced around, confirming Vanessa had been addressing him specifically. Gregory then looked back at her, his piercing stare drilling holes into her own eyes. Man, he wished these newfound powers came with the ability to explode heads at will, as her reaction to him only caused him more turmoil.

“What? What's wrong with me?” he asked, unable to stop the hurt from flooding through. Behind him, two strong and matronly arms squeezed tight around Gregory's chest.

“There's nothing wrong with you,” Charlie cemented. Gregory was already showing signs of low self-esteem, and Charlie didn't appreciate the way Vanessa burst in and made him feel anxious when they’d just calmed him down.

“Vanessa, please get to the point. What were you saying about your dreams?” she asked, attempting to lure the security guard back on the right track. Charlie rubbed soothing circles into Gregory's arms with her thumbs, feeling him relax once again—though he wore a serious pout when glaring up at the guard.

“Sorry, I just... s-sorry.” Ness shook her head, flinching as Freddy moved to loom quite close behind her. She didn't dare look up at him, terrified of the expression she'd see on the animatronic's face. The last thing she wanted was two giant robots mad at her...

“Anyway, I had these weird dreams—I-I was this girl in a yellow dress, running around fighting off these weird... rabbit... things,” the guard went on. Her gaze shifted around the room as she spoke, unable to focus as she regaled the strange experience she'd been through. She'd had a few hours to process what she was going to say, but that didn't make it sound any less crazy. “It was like some classic arcade style look, all pixelated and stuff, but... but I don't think they were just dreams. I'd always been killed off by the glitches before I could get to the end, but tonight... I finally won.”

Her gaze settled on the trio in front of her, eyes wide with years of pent-up fear.

“My memories aren't clear, and there are huge chunks missing, but I understand enough to know I needed to make sure Gregory was okay.” She paused, swallowing audibly before whispering the next sentence. “I... I know about him.”

She was afraid to speak his name aloud, thinking it'd summon the purple creature right to the door. She began to tremble, clutching her non-injured arm to her chest. “He's tied to those missing kids... I-I don't know why he wanted them, but I think he—”

She couldn't finish, simply shaking her head as she desperately tried not to hyperventilate.

Gregory, who’d been the most critical of Vanessa from the get-go, softened at the genuine fear she showed. Her concern for him specifically had stuck out. He didn't feel as though he deserved it, perhaps from some iota of survivor’s guilt.

Out of ten kids, he’d been the only one left alive (sort of). And why? To receive William's fucked up gift and be tortured for an extended weekend?

Ignoring Charlie’s noise of protest Gregory exited her lap, slowly approaching Vanessa and fixing her with that silver gaze.

“You helped him,” Gregory said bluntly, bursting her secure bubble. “But... I don’t think you wanted to.”

Looking down to his scuffed shoes, the boy revealed it all. “My friends and I played a game called Princess Quest. There were three of them, and we beat them to try and free you, but we weren't sure if it was going to work.”

When Gregory looked back up to Vanessa, he could see her flinch. Knowing it was from his dead eyes, Gregory shut them and sighed out heavily.

“We shouldn't trust you, since you tried to mess with us all weekend.” Gregory wanted proof that she was herself again, though how she’d accomplish this left Gregory expecting nothing but empty promises.

“I totally understand that,” Vanessa said quickly, speaking to the room. God, the kid's eyes were freaky. He seemed otherwise normal though, if a bit paler than before—but that could be chalked up to malnourishment and exhaustion. Who knew what he'd been surviving off of all weekend?

Regardless, Ness wanted to assure them that there was no way in hell she was changing into that horrible bunny costume again.

“That bastard infected me at my old job,” she went on, completely ignoring her language filter. If the kid was old enough to deal with a legit serial killer-ghost-whatever, he was old enough to hear a few curses. “I have no idea how, but he got into the coding of this VR game the company tried to market. He tried to infect one of my coworkers first, but he... wasn't successful.” She shivered at the visceral stories of paper cutters and faces combined in ways they definitely shouldn't be. “So... he turned to me instead.”

“And trapped your consciousness in the Princess Quest games through supernatural fuckery—yeah, we figured it out,” Michael said tartly. “My dad's a bastard; great observation. Oh, and yes, I am actually an Afton, if you were curious. We weren't lying about that, nor about Charlie being an Emily. The thing is, we're not here from Admin—we're here to kill my father.”

He crossed his arms, glaring down the night guard and raising a defiant eyebrow. “So we just need to know: are you on our side, or can we still count you in with the rabbits?”

“No! No, I'm on your side, please believe me—whatever control he had broke when you beat those games!” Vanessa held up her palm, backing away until she bumped into something cold and metallic. She yelped, whipping around to see Freddy staring down at her with an indecipherable expression. “Please... I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I-I promise I can help; I can't let him get away with this either—my conscience is already fucked up enough without him lingering on my watch...”

Whilst every member of their group glared onward at Vanessa, Gregory's eyes softened at the edges. He approached her silently and grasped the back of her work shirt, tugging on it to gain her attention.

He wasn't sure how, but he could tell she wasn't lying. There was the arbitrary need to yammer on when people lie, and Vanessa was only providing them exactly what they needed amidst a string of apologies. She was different than the psychotic white rabbit they’d come to know. Against what would be the better judgement of his caretakers, Gregory reached out and touched her hand.

It was inexplicable, but he just knew that her fear and pleas were genuine.

“He hurt you, too...,” Gregory murmured, like he was studying an open book. He made a decision on his family’s behalf, raising a finger towards Vanessa in a stern point. “You can stay. You have to tell us everything you know about William, though.”

“Yeah, o-of course,” she readily agreed, nodding vigorously. She was just as surprised as everyone else that the kid she'd literally been hunting for the better part of three days decided she was a-okay to hang out with. Quietly, she murmured: “Thank you...”

“You will forgive the rest of us for being a bit more hesitant,” Freddy finally spoke, startling the poor guard yet again. She clutched at her chest, wondering if she was going to have a legitimate heart attack before the night was through. Honestly, she wouldn't put it past the universe—that would be just the karma-cherry on top of this whole situation.

Freddy tilted his head in deference to Gregory, though he kept his icy eyes fixed on Vanessa. “Though if Gregory trusts you, we will give you a chance. What do you know about William?”

“Well... like I said, my memories aren't all there,” Vanessa explained. “I can recall bits and pieces of things I did, conversations we had...”

She grimaced, the lilting “funny bunny” forever burned into her brain.

“But I don't remember everything. They'll probably come back throughout the night, though—that's what they've been doing since this afternoon. However, for now I can tell you that he's hell-bent on 'bringing his family back together,’ whatever the hell that means...” She looked down at Gregory again with a sympathetic twist to her mouth. “He's completely convinced you're one of his sons—even after that thing in Fazerblast. As of last night, he was mad but thought you just had a temper tantrum or something stupid like that...”

Her eyes flicked to Michael. “Unfortunately, Michael, he thinks you somehow corrupted the kid to hate him, and he's extra pissed at you.”

Gregory and the gang would have to bring her up to speed at a more opportune time. They had much to go over now that Vanessa was here. Reviewing every last sordid detail of the Afton’s dark history would give her context, though much of it was unneeded now.

Gregory crossed his arms and watched her with a scrutinizing glower. “Good. That’s going to be part of our plan. The goal is to lure him down to the basement; we’ve got friends there waiting for him. We just need it to be convincing—that he’s chasing Michael and Freddy to save Evan.”

With the way Gregory spoke in his attempt to sound serious, it was clear he was trying to mimic Michael’s impression of his father. The similarities only served to give Charlie a headache.

“It’s okay Vanessa, Michael’s dad is always pissed. That’s why we’re going to put him in the ground,” she assured the woman, leaning back to regard her distantly. “The question is: how do you help us moving forward?”

Vanessa blinked at the only other woman in the room. She’d been so focused on making sure Gregory hadn’t fallen victim to the psychotic Afton that she admittedly hadn’t given too much thought of how she could assist on the good side.

“Well, I… I might know a few weaknesses that he’d rather Vanessa didn’t,” the guard said slowly, absently tapping her fingertips on the walkie-talkie clipped to her belt. “If I could just remember…”

“Maybe the memories can be triggered,” Michael suggested. Just like they were going to use Gregory to bring out Vanny, perhaps seeing places and objects that held significance for the rabbit cohorts would unlock some secrets. “Charlie, could you take her down to that room we first met William in? If that’s where she uploaded his consciousness to Bonnie it could spark some recollection, don’t you think?”

Charlie looked up to the blonde. While she didn’t exactly trust her, it was best if she and Ness went at this alone. If they all went at once, it risked an ambush or trap of some kind that could take out the whole team on one fell swoop. Charlie stood, absently running a hand over Gregory’s hair before he could protest.

“This might take a while. First sign something’s wrong—don’t come looking for us,” Charlie warned them. She could only focus on keeping both her and Vanessa preserved. Should they find themselves in a sticky situation with no way out, there was no need to drag the rest of her family in. She could only imagine the fury that might ensue should William see Vanessa was out of his control.

Gregory puffed his chest out at that assertion. “Don’t say that. You guys will be back soon…”

Charlie answered him with a smile. There wasn’t any need to tell him there was a chance they could be caught or hurt on their journey alone.

“Love you, kid,” Charlie merely told him, saying it affectionately before pulling her hand from the top of his head and jerking a thumb towards the door. “Let’s go, night guard.”

“Wait—Charlie, is that a walkie on your belt?” Vanessa asked, then jerked her chin towards the boys at Charlie’s responding nod. “Give it to them; I have my own and we can use it to communicate. They’re loud so I wouldn’t suggest it unless it’s an emergency, but at least we won’t be totally cut off from each other.”

“Huh… fair point,” Michael conceded, taking the device from Charlie and hooking it onto his own belt. He and Vanessa did a quick test to make sure they were both connected and functional, and when everything worked he gave her an approving nod and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Alright, we’ll reach out if necessary, and vice-versa. We’ll try to stay here as long as we can and wait for you guys to get back.”

“Right—sounds like a plan,” Vanessa agreed, then let out a heavy breath as her eyes traveled from Michael to Gregory, before settling on Freddy. She raised a hand to amiably pat his chest plate, but thought better of it based on his glower. Whatever false forgiveness and excuses they’d given when half of her mind was under William’s control had clearly been thrown out the window…

She couldn’t really blame them, though.

“Take care of them, Freddy,” she said, voice small and worried as she looked up at the animatronic. He was nothing like the possessed Bonnie roaming in the depths, but Vanessa had a feeling Freddy was more aware of things than a simple robot should be.

“I always do,” the bear responded, his answer simple and short. There was nothing else to say, so with a final parting nod Vanessa allowed Charlie to lead her out of the room.

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[tanniespokie]

A vastness filled (lil Raylla oneshot I wrote).

I take another sip of sparkling wine, the golden liquid swirling in my glass when I put it back down.

My eyes follow the trajectory of a wayward carbonated bubble drifting lazily upwards. The gold tint of the wine becomes obscured by a rapid flash of green beyond the glass, prompting me to look up.

To my intrigue and joy, I witness a happily giggling Tally Craven dragging a smiling Gregorio Shellbark from the dance floor towards the exit of the reception hall.

Right before the duo slips through the door to get up to their own fun, Tally's brown eyes catch mine. She smiles at me, deep and wide and dimpled. A smile that says, I am glad to have you in my life, Scylla.

Never needing words to express my feelings to the knower, I return the sentiment with a secret smile of my own. Me too, Tal.

I lift my glass in her direction subtly, tipping it forward in silent approval that says "Go get it, girl!"

Tally winks, a silently returned thanks. Then she shoves Gregorio through the door, their giggles echoing through the hallway beyond.

Way to go Tally, a girl no longer feeling single. I smirk happily into my glass as I take another sip.

"How are you holding up, Sally?"

I turn around, facing my father-in-law with a raised eyebrow. Edwin's mouth twitches into a grin.

"I am doing just fine. Thanks for asking, Eli." At fulfilling my part in what has now become our secret game, he laughs - a happy, hearty guffaw bubbling up from deep within his chest.

He pats my back gently, fatherly, before his face turns suddenly serious. "Just wanted to let you know, I have officially had the shovel talk with Raelle."

I nearly spit out my sparkling wine at the ridiculous notion. "Shouldn't you be having that talk with me?" I ask incredulously.

Edwin fixes me with a look of a dad who wanted his daughter to truly take in his next words.

"You and I have made it through a 6 hour road trip together, kid. That's my equivalent of sticking it out in the trenches. You get to know a person's ugly and their good up close and personal. And I really struggled to find your ugly part. The good far outweighs it. That's why I know for sure you are special, and that Raelle will always be safe with you."

His words leave me speechless, my heart clenching in response to the feeling of fatherly love I never knew I could have again.

"Thanks Edwin." I say to him, humble and grateful. Then I pause, something he said nagging at my heart. "What…what is my ugly part?"

His soft blue eyes turn mischievous. "You do this thing where you chew your snacks really loudly if you are enjoying them."

I laugh as relief floods me. Truly, the world did not deserve Edwin Collar.

His gentle gaze shifts from me to the other side of the hall. I follow it to see Raelle animatedly recounting a tale that has Quinn in stitches.

My heart aches with adoration and disbelief that she is mine now forever.

"Collars, however. They can tend to be a bit of a wild lot. Had to set that one straight, nobody is allowed to hurt my daughter-in-law." His eyes glint playfully as he grins in that roguish way that is identical to Raelle's.

Another laugh erupts from my chest, his kindness making my heart feel burdenless.

"Welcome to the family, kid. Couldn't ask for a better person to love my daughter for the rest of her life." Edwin says, patting my back with fatherly pride.

With eyes moist with emotion, I struggle to find the right words. "Thank you, Edwin." Is all I manage.

He seems to understand the depth of what l truly mean regardless, offering me a secret wink.

"No thanks ever needed. Now if you'll excuse me, Sally, I see a lobster roll with my name on it." With one last smile directed at me, Edwin leaves to go hunt down his meal.

As he leaves, my thoughts drift to my own father. His laugh, his lame jokes that never failed to make me and my mother laugh. The many weekend nights we would spend together listening to his latest discovered music gems. How he would teach me to listen for the piano or acoustic guitar notes in the background that truly made a song touch your soul.

No one can ever replace you in my heart, Dad. I will always miss you. But, I think you and Edwin would have gotten on very well, I convey to him, taking another sip of my sparkling wine.

I know, sweetheart. I am so proud of you, I imagine him saying back in his deep voice.

And maybe it is my necro energy doing its thing, but my heart feels his love for me from across galaxies.

As I watch my gorgeous wife dance with Quinn, I am reminded also of Willa. Of her relentless, self sacrificing love for her daughter. Of how she mentored me, taught me to find that beautiful and real thing to live for. Raelle.

Just like you, I would give my life for her happiness. I promise your daughter is safe with me forever, Willa.

My thoughts naturally transition to my own mother then, who I know would have been a tearful mess as she watched me marry the love of my life. "My little ladybug turned into a beautiful butterfly princess like I knew she always would. I am so very proud to be your momma." She would have said.

I wipe a tear running down my cheek, lifting my champagne flute to the sky, in silent cheers to my late parents. I was lost without you, but then I found my person and love brought me light again. I will be okay now, promise. Love you to the moon and back.

I tip my glass, draining the remaining wine. Just as I set the glass back down, I hear the obnoxious call of "Hey shitbird." from somewhere behind me.

Automatically my eyes seek out Raelle to witness the adorable way her eyes would roll playfully at Abigail's nickname for her.

I am surprised to find that Raelle was nowhere near, instead my blonde goddess was currently being whisked around the dancefloor by Edwin.

My heart threatens to burst with contentment at seeing her so careless and happy.

"I wasn't talking to your wife, shitbird. I mean to have a word with you." Abigail says, suddenly appearing at my side.

A part of me, the reformed terrorist who was once under constant scrutiny from the tall unit leader, tenses in anticipation for what she has to say.

"Relax, Ramshorn. For once I actually want to be nice to you." Abigail's smirks, her expression softening into a genuine smile that instantly makes me relax.

"Oh? In that case, I am all ears." I grin cheekily.

"I know we kind of had a rocky start. But, I wanted to let you know that I am very grateful to have you part of Raelle's life and, by extension, now part of ours. You are a great addition to the unit, your skills and smarts have proven invaluable. And, as much as I don't want to admit it, you have saved my ass on multiple occasions even before I trusted you."

I smirk in an attempt to hide my astonishment at the fact that Abigail Bellweather actually deemed me valuable, that she just said that she trusts me. Never thought I would see the day.

"Yeah well you aren't invincible, you know. Sometimes your ass is going to need saving."

Abigail raises an eyebrow in warning at my cocky response.

"Watch it, Ramshorn, or I might never say anything nice to you again."

I know for sure in my heart that she didn't mean it. I also know that beyond her tough exterior, Abigail Bellweather was an excellent leader who cared deeply for the people she loved. It's one of the reasons I would gladly fight by her side.

"I would save your ass any time, High Atlantic." I say with a smile that holds no animosity, only blatant truth.

Abigail smiles back, a mutual respect exchanged between us. "And I yours, Necro. Tally and I will always have your back, just like you have had ours and because you have continued to have Raelle's so unconditionally. We are sisters now and I can't wait for more of our enemies to experience the force that is the four of us together."

She holds out her arm, which I instantly meet with my own. We forego a handshake for a forearm grip, sealing our mutual respect for one another. "Thank you Abigail. It is an honour to fight alongside you."

Abigail nods firmly in acknowledgement, a soft smile on her features. Behind her, I notice Adil watching our exchange from the dance floor.

"Your husband is looking at you like he wants to make a million Bellweather babies right now." I inform her.

She blushes at my implication, turning to smile at Adil. I find it beautiful, how her features instantly enlighten when her eyes find him. I probably make that exact face when looking at Raelle.

I fondly watch Adil curl his finger to invite Abigail to come dance with him.

Before she goes, Abigail leaves me with some well earned payback. "Oh please, Ramshorn. With the way you and Rae are constantly undressing each other with your eyes I am shocked there aren't a shitload of baby shitbirds running around here."

I scoff, playfully shoving her shoulder. She merely laughs and sticks out her tongue before turning away to give her full attention to her husband. I watch the two of them dance goofily towards each other before meeting in the middle of the dancefloor with a kiss.

My heart once again swells with waves of emotion. Love. Friendship. Family.

I really have a family again, I think, smiling happily.

The pressure in my bladder prompts me to get up and head to the bathroom.

Once I relieve myself I exit the stall to go wash my hands. As I close the tap, the door opens to reveal Anacostia.

As always, she wears her uniform perfectly, not a single crease to be found. With her head held high and her mouth held askew in that smile she reserved only for her favourite troublemakers, she addresses me.

"Ramshorn. You finally got yourself your very own ball and chain now, huh? Didn't need the army to lock you down this time."

I laugh. "Nope, did this all on my own. But unlike the chains in that dungeon, I welcome the hold Raelle has on me. She achors me, keeps me in a place of good."

Anacostia softens at my words, her eyes holding a pride in them that only mothers reserved for their children. My heart swells again.

The older woman steps forward and places a firm hand gently on my shoulder. "You always had that good in you, Scylla. You don't need Raelle to keep it, you have managed to find your way to it long before you two got back together. Since we met, I have seen you grow from wanting to set the whole world on fire with your pain to channeling that energy into fighting for love. And for that, I am so damn proud of you."

There they are again. The damn tears. I bite them back, not wanting to appear emotional in the presence of one of the strongest people I know.

"Thank you for believing in me, Anacostia. I don't know if I would have gotten here without it."

Anacostia squeezes my shoulder affectionately. "You would have, I have no doubt." She says with a knowing smile before dropping her hand from my shoulder.

"Now if you don't mind, I gotta relieve the one too many glasses of wine Sterling has had me consume tonight." She says apologetically.

I am overcome by a sudden desire to show Anacostia how grateful I am for her, an inexplicable sixth sense propelling me forward.

As she turns to enter a stall, I grab her by the arm gently and then leap forward to engulf her in a warm embrace. After her initial surprise wears off, she returns the embrace and envelopes me in warmth.

"Thank you. For everything." I tell her, annoyed at not having fancier words to convey the depth of my gratitude. But as always, I knew Anacostia would know what I meant. With her empathetic heart, she could easily understand and see past what many could not.

"Anytime, Scylla. Now get your ass out of here and go see your wife." She orders with mock seriousness.

"Yes, Ma'am." I say endearingly before leaving her to finally relieve herself in peace.

Upon exiting the bathroom my eyes eagerly seek my wife. I see a ton of jolly looking faces, but none of them are the one I want the most.

I frown and am about to start walking toward the dancefloor in search of my blonde goddess when a voice I could recognize in a cacophony of chaos gives me pause.

"Hi, Beautiful." Raelle's sweet breath tickles the skin behind my ear as an arm snakes gently across my waist. "I missed you."

I automatically lean into her body, my arms running over hers affectionately as I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of her firm body against me.

Releasing a content sigh, I turn around in her arms. "You missed me already? We have only been apart for like 20 minutes." I say with a small smile, wrapping my arms around her neck.

"Exactly, Scyl. It's 20 minutes longer than I ever wanted to be away from you. Like I said, I am not letting anything pull us apart ever again." Her sky blue eyes spark with certainty, her words taking my heart by storm.

I lean forward and kiss her, unable to resist doing so any longer. She smiles happily at her unexpected reward.

"What was that for?"

"Just a little thank you for existing. And for what you said." I say, playing with the little hairs on the back of her neck that have come undone from her hair clip.

She quirks a curious eyebrow at my words. "Oh? And what did I say?"

I smirk playfully. "You know."

She smiles, and I am transported right back to the Bellweather wedding where it all changed for me, where I first realized that I loved Raelle Collar more than the Spree's cause or myself.

"What? The I do part?" Raelle says, eyes alight with playful adoration.

"Yes. The I do part." I say, nodding as my smile widens impossibly more.

"Well thanks for saying it back. I love you, Scyl." Her eyes hold echoes of her words, her heart vibrant and pure.

"I love you too." I respond, and it's the most honest words to ever leave my mouth.

When a new song comes on, I watch her head quirk up adoray as she listens. I watch in delight as her face switches from micro expression to microexpression. Concentration, recognition, delight.

"Can we dance for a second?" She asks while tucking one of my wayward raven strands behind my ear. I automatically lean into her touch, allowing her warmth to penetrate to my heart.

"Of course." I would forever do anything she wanted me to.

Needing no more of an invitation, she excitedly pulls me to the dance floor. Then she holds out her left hand for me to take. I grab onto it like it was the lifeline keeping me from falling. With her right hand she pulls my body flush against hers, our hearts beating in diagonal rhythm as we start to sway to the music.

Raelle nuzzles my neck as she leads across the dance floor effortlessly. With every step we share together, my senses get treated to everything about Raelle Collar I love - her alluring scent, the sound of her steady breathing, the feeling of her strong body against mine.

I am overcome once more by how much she makes me feel, how much she makes me experience with every second I finally just get to be with her after everything that has happened.

I almost want to give in to the nagging feeling of being undeserving of this kind of love, of being undeserving of her. But then I am reminded of every interaction I have had tonight, of every single person making sure I knew how much I mattered. How good, how strong and how valued I am.

My heart beats out its joy loud and free inside the constraints of my chest. I finally give in, give over.

"No matter what happens, I love you." I say to Raelle, repeating the same promise I made that very first time we shared a dance at a wedding.

She pauses, lifting her gaze to mine, her eyes soft and warm and kind. "I love you too, Scyl. I always will. Nothing is going to stop me from proving it to you every single day." She says, her voice raw with feeling as she raises her beautiful hands to cup my cheeks. Her eyes hold mine, ensuring I was fully focussed on her genuine return of mutual love.

Her blue eyes shift between mine, searching. She seems to find what she is looking for, because her features melt into an unrelenting happiness. Then she leans in to kiss me, deep and full of meaning. I meet her fully, worshiping her with my mouth.

Goddess, I love her.

Both of us breathe heavily once the kiss ends, our foreheads finding each other as we recover from the perfect storm of emotion our intimacy always instills.

My hands find hers, squeezing gently. She runs her thumb affectionately over the back of my hand.

"Want to go for a walk?" I ask.

"I want to walk with you for the rest of my life." She says not missing a beat. My heart, on the other hand, feels like it misses a few beats with every romantic word she speaks to me. I bite my lip, smiling at her. I wonder if she would ever know how simply she could turn me into a mess of feelings.

With a kiss of thanks to her cheek, I pull her behind me. We exit via the same door that Tally and Gregorio left through earlier.

Once outside, the cool night air instantly chills my skin to a state of goosebumps. Raelle, ever the gentlewoman, removes her blazer and drapes it over my shoulders

"Aren't you going to get cold?" I ask with genuine worry for her wellbeing.

She simply shrugs, smiling handsomely. "Nah. Us Collars can handle a bit of cold. Went on a lot of ice fishing trips with dad as a kid. But letting you freeze is not gonna stand, Scyl. It's written right in the wedding contract that I am to always keep you warm."

I laugh. "I am pretty sure it doesn't say that. But…" I kiss her cheek again gently. "Thank you, my darling."

I delight in the ruddy tinge blooming on her cheeks, glad to still be able to affect her just as much as she affects me.

We walk quietly along the path leading away from the reception hall, hands entwined and hearts aligned. I look up at the starry night sky, pausing as my breath catches.

"What do you see, Scyl?" Raelle asks as she follows my gaze.

I smile, looking into eyes of such beauty the stars above didn't hold a candle.

"I see a void once vast, now filled with light to always lead me home." I say cryptically.

Raelle smiles, her eyes softly telling me she understands. She places a soft kiss on my hand before pulling me along the path once more. "Okay, Mrs Sexy Weird, how about we get the wedding night started?"

I laugh, happily allowing myself to be pulled into forever with her.

#motherland fort salem #scylla ramshorn #raelle collar #raylla #raelle x scylla

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

I just had an idea

Sarah actually looks quite a bit like her mom, but she thinks the traits she finds ugly on herself are passable or even pretty on her mother. A testament to her dysmorphia, and her mother points this out to her at one point. She tells her, you aren’t ugly, I’m serious about this- you aren’t ugly, you just don’t like yourself enough to see it. She has Sarah sit down and tell her everything she hates about her body, and points out all of their similarities. She’s overweight? So is her mother, and that doesn’t make her ugly or unlovable in Sarah’s eyes. Her nose is bigger than her classmates? So is her mom’s. The fat in her jaw and neck? Her aunt has that same thing and has been offered jobs by several modeling agencies. Her freckles? It’s clear as day that her mom has those, though they’re harder to see now along with the slightly discolored and dry patches on her skin that she also has, just like Sarah. Large ears? Sarah, who even looks at people’s ears? Thick eyebrows? Again, turn to her would-be model aunt. Hair grows too fast and is impossible to keep down? Her mom has been wearing the exact same style since she stopped getting her hair regularly done professionally at 25. On and on like that, as Sarah vents out everything she doesn’t like about her body and Sarah’s mom points out how she shares those traits with so many people she sees as beautiful, to make a point that Sarah looks just as good as anyone else.

Am I the only one who thinks that they are one of the most wholesome parent-child duos in Fazbear Frights (besides Millie and her grandpa ofc-) like the little we got to see of them interacting in the canon story is some much needed wholesomeness before shit goes down

Just the fact that I could see her canonically doing this makes it even sweeter like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And kinda unrelated just an idea I had, but I think it’d be the funniest thing if in my AU Sarah’s mom and Millie’s grandpa just didn’t like each other, for no exact reason, like Sarah’s mom is very protective of Sarah after her and Mason’s relationship ended up in flames, and because she doesn’t want Sarah to go through what she had to when her dad left, while Millie’s grandpa is extremely protective of his entire family, mainly Millie and her mom, and so they two of them just stare each other down while their respective kids are like 👭

Whenever the two meet it’s like:

Sarah’s mom: If your granddaughter does anything to my baby, I will not hesitate :)

Millie’s grandpa: Millie would never do such a thing, but let it be known that if you lay a hand on my granddaughter that you will be picking up your teeth with broken fingers 😊

Millie and Sarah: Hey, can you maybe not fight my girlfriend’s mom/grandpa-

#it’s probably so ooc for them both but i couldn’t stop thinking of this #asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

[vi-maxwell-blog]

Hjerte: This only happens to me

By Duo V.P.V.M.

Chapter 2

The ground under his feet definitely felt a lot better than the nagging sensation of being swallowed up by the nothing. He looked up, adjusting his glasses, which had been dislodged due to the trip. In front of him, a couple of meters away stood the castle. Its windows were illuminated by the light of thousands of candles and chandeliers.

“It seems that we are in the right place” said who until now knew as Aunt Margge's boyfriend. "In a few more minutes we will be in the safety of the castle, with food, medical attention for you and hopefully fire whiskey for me" stressed the man looking at the blonde who followed behind him.

Harry definitely hadn't  stopped to notice the state of the other boy . Malfoy's face held the usual serious and haughty expression, but thousands of small scratches were scattered all over his body. He had an ugly cut near the eye, a product of what looked like one of Greyback's claws, his lip was split, he had purple on one of his cheekbones. His entire chest was full of deep cuts from which a little blood, but what definitely worried the brunette was the clear mark of teeth that he had on his shoulder.

“By Merlin Malfoy, he bit you!” Harry exclaimed scared

The blond raised an eyebrow, looking at the place he was pointing, where indeed, a rather wild bite was looming.

“Damn it” the blond blurted out “That damn wolf tore off a part of my shirt, now I won't be able to use it. It was new” Draco lamented with a disgusted face "You should be more concerned about the bite and not your Malfoy shirt" Harry scolded. “Why should a useless bite Potter hurry me?” “Because Greyback is a werewolf” The young man pointed out “the bite is irreversible.” "I already know that," Draco said, still not understanding the altered behavior. “Doesn't it worry you at all?” “Not really, I still don't understand where you want to go Potter”

A snort escaped his lips,he gave up  “Whatever  Malfoy, I shouldn't have worried about a worm” Frustrated, the Gryffindor started walking towards the castle. “Wait Potter! Who did you call a worm? You're just a simple cat!” Malfoy yelled as he ran to catch up with the so-called feline. Harry stopped to face his Nemesis  “You, poisonous viper. And don't call me cat, in any case Leon, not cat” “I can call you as I please cracked-face” 

The adult saw the discussion barely containing a laugh, he kept thinking that this year was going to be very interesting and luckily he had front row tickets to see the whole show.

Laughing at that thought, he advanced on the cobblestone path that would lead him to the school gates. Meanwhile, behind him, two teenagers continued arguing.

-D & H-

It was the tenth time he was going to ask if there was any news on the boys. 

The wait was getting on everyone's nerves in the castle. Minerva kept pacing the Great Hall giving orders, even after everything was well organized. Padfoot gnawed on a wooden leg after being stepped on by half the world and confined under one of the tables to avoid getting in the way. And Remus, well, he walked back and forth every so often looking for information on the missing students.

The auror's voice reached him far away, he didn't understand what he was saying, but by his face he knew that someone was still missing.

He began the return to the castle, while he berated himself for getting distracted enough to be hit in the middle of the fight. If he had noticed that the Death Eater had cast the spell he would not have been knocked unconscious. It was his fault that his cub and Malfoy were left alone.

His musings were violently interrupted by a scream. A scream that he didn't like at all.

He retraced his steps as fast as his legs would allow him, his breathing ragged and his heart racing, while he managed to spot a small group of people around something or someone. "Please be fine, please be fine," he muttered to himself as, desperate, made his way among the people gathered there.

The image in front of him stumped him.

Harry Potter remained in the arms of a blond boy that he recognized as Draco Malfoy, who was growling like an animal, and now that the werewolf thought about it, there was a certain scent in the air. His inner wolf growled at it.

“Harry!” Remus exclaimed relief, causing the boy to put aside the unsuccessful attempt to calm the blonde.

"Moony," he said cheerfully, getting rid of the blond's arms running to hug the lycanthrope. "By Merlin, you don't know how relieved I am. Are you ok? I almost had a heart attack  when I found out that Padfoot had left you in the forest alone” "Moony, I'm not breathing," the younger whispered raggedly, laughing at the older man's concern. "And I wasn't alone, Malfoy was with me." He finished after being released by the marauder, while pointing to the blond who was looking at them, growling and showing his teeth.

It was at that moment that he noticed, the scent that the boy gave off was not human. Looking at the deep silver pools shadowed by anger and jealousy, he knew it himself, the true nature of the Slytherin.

“He's a veela” warned the Werewolf.

Harry, who didn't understand the implications of his former professor's words, looked at Malfoy with interest. He was definitely very handsome, attractive, his hair, his skin, his eyes, all of him was perfect. It was not a crazy idea to think that he was a Veela, in fact he himself had considered the possibility a couple of years ago during the World Cups, when he saw the Veelas of the Bulgarian team.

His gaze and the blond's met, silver calling to emerald.

Remus was still attentive to any movement of the smallest of the Malfoy, if the boy was a Veela his reaction could become dangerous.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught someone moving toward the blonde, setting off his alarms. He reached out to prevent whoever it was from advancing further, but his calculations failed and the person escaped from his grasp. There were a few seconds in which his mind stopped reasoning, in which he was only a spectator of that incredible scene; Harry Potter walked slowly towards Draco Malfoy as the blond extended his arms welcoming him.

At that moment he came back to reality and desperately ran towards the brunette, not caring that the veela saw him as a threat.

“Harry, stay away from him!” Remus yelled at the top of his lungs, but it was too late, the smallest boy was a few inches from the protective arms of the veela. “Draco” whispered the brunette placing his hand on the alabaster face “Harry” The Slytherin replied in the same way, looking with adoration at the being in his arms

Silence reigned for long minutes, between surprised aurors, confused or worried teachers, and a couple who looked at each other with something very close to affection. But definitely no one expected what happened next.

The abilities of the youngest Hogwarts seeker shown in their greatest form as he took his blond companion's ear by surprise and pulled it.

“Are you back Malfoy? Or do I have to rip your ear off to make you behave like a normal and decent person?” Harry snapped, leaving the audience with their mouths open. "Ahhh ... Let go of me Potter, you are hurting me," Malfoy complained, returning to his normal state. “You must have thought about that before putting on this whole show” the Gryffindor claimed “Eh ... Harry, I think it would be good to leave the claims for when we are inside the castle” Matteu intervened for the first time.

Harry looked at him nodding, he let go of Malfoy, and started his way to the castle followed closely by Remus, who was trying to get an explanation for what just happened.

"You have work to do if you want to earn his affections," Matteu whispered, knowing that he was heard by the blonde.

In the distance an Auror made the announcement. No student was missing.

-D & H-

The castle was plunged into a state of alarm and chaos, with the commotion of students, teachers running through the corridors, and some aurors guarding the school grounds.

It was one of those aurors who alerted everyone about the arrival of the last two students. The principal, some teachers, students and a dog stampede towards the doors of the castle.

“Snuffles!” Shouted the boy feeling how the big legs of the dog were throwing him to the ground but the blow never came, in his place a soft grip appeared, stopping him.

He already knew who was responsible for it, but without a second thought he poured his attention on his godfather. 

“Snuffles leave Harry alone” Remus scolded him without taking his eyes off the blond boy who was holding his pup.

The dog barked happily, sniffing the air around the boy who lived, instantly noticing the smell of blood emanating from his godson, he took the sleeve of his robe and pulled him towards the infirmary, quickly followed by the youngest Malfoy.

-D & H-

Madame Pomfrey was ready for anything she had to see during the war, everything except the scene in front of her; Draco Malfoy growling at the dreaded Sirius Black, who was also growling, while Harry Potter sitting on a bed stared bored at both men.

“Someone would do me the favor of explaining what's going on” Asked the nurse.

The younger brunet smiled when he saw the nurse's stern expression, both Malfoy and Sirius would definitely be in trouble.

“We came to take care of our wounds” The green-eyed boy answered serenely.

The nurse smiled at the boy as she looked for the damage. Soon his arm was no longer bleeding and the many bruises on his body were disappearing thanks to the nurse's potions.

“This will be enough, but you will not be able to leave here for the rest of the night and tomorrow I will evaluate you to see if you can go” Indicated the nurse. “Thank you very much Poppy” Sirius said smiling as he placed his godson´s shoulder. A growl from the blond caught the woman's attention, who noticed the blond's strange presence. “Mr. Malfoy, could you go up to the bed so I can check the damage?” asked the nurse, being completely ignored by the boy in question “Mister Malfoy ??”

"Draco, get on the bed to have your bite checked," the Gryffindor ordered seriously to the boy in front of him. The blonde just nodded, following the instructions without a second thought.

Sirius watched them, intrigued by the way Malfoy responded to the presence of his cub.

“Malfoy, clarify one thing for me. Why did you stay to help? Why didn't you run away like the rest of the Slytherins?”

Draco looked at him shocked and outraged by the questions.

“First I want to clarify that my friends did not run away. I asked them to go help the younger students. As for Potter, that's a bit more complicated.”

“Explain please. If it isn't too much trouble” Sirius mumbled. “I'm a Veela, well 90% Veela. Three months ago I received my inheritance” The blonde said without preamble.

Harry tensed at the surprise answer, this was definitely getting worse and worse. He wasn't stupid, he knew how to do the math perfectly and the fact that Malfoy didn't leave him alone at all had to do with his inheritance.

“Excuse? Do you think I´m stupid? There is no way that a Malfoy, much less one with Black blood, is a creature. No Black had anything to do with magical creatures, believe me. Incest, yes. Relationships with creatures, no.” "Maybe the Malfoys hid a certain part of their heritage," Draco whispered somewhat uncomfortably. "The point is, I'm 90% dominant Veela" “And your story becomes even more incredible. There hasn't been a dominant Veela in five hundred years. The possibility that a wizard like you would turn out to be a dominant Veela is .0001%”  It was clear that the last of the Black knew what he was talking about  “Maybe you want to add a princess trapped in a tower to your tale, it could be more credible.” “I'm a dominant veela, whether you want to believe it or not.” “Let's say I believe you. Where is your Hjerte? All beings of any species get to know who their Hjerte is as soon as they receive their  inheritance. If you are what you say you are, tell us, Where is it?” Sirius demanded.

The blonde just shifted uncomfortably, diverting his attention for a second to the bed opposite to him.

Harry looked shocked. By Merlin please don´t be what he was thinking. Only that kind of thing could happen to him.

“Malfoy, tell me that Hjerte has nothing to do with a partner” Harry begged.

With a heavy sigh the Slytherin replied “Not exactly, but more often than not it ends up being the case. A Hjerte is something valuable that has to be protected.”

“By Merlin, this only happens to me” whimpered the brunette hiding his face with his hands. “Excuse me but I don't understand” Sirius said somewhat confused “Come on Siri it's more than obvious, I´m Malfoy's Hjerte - the Gryffindor exclaimed somewhat annoyed. “WHAT!?”

"It's pretty easy to notice, I've barely parted Potter´s side since the train" the blonde huffed. Black was slow. “Sirius I suggest you start thinking elsewhere and let me check on Mr. Malfoy” Said Pomfrey, moving the man while placing a car full of material to treat the blonde's wounds “Mr. Malfoy be quiet. Potter better lie down, the regenerating potion I gave you will take time to take effect.”

Stunned as he was, Harry listened and lay down on the bed.

"Draco Malfoy is a Veela ... and I am his Hjerte"

The idea seemed far-fetched to him, and yet it still made sense. Malfoy did looked like a Veela, he behaved like Veela, haughty and all powerful, just like the Veelas of Bulgaria. The only difference was that his aura, his presence denoted power and strength, unlike the other veelas that emitted a more peaceful feeling, submissive so to speak.

"It can only be happening to me"

Suddenly a doubt assailed him.

"Malfoy, since when?" He asked, looking at the silver orbs. “Excuse?” “Since when do you know that I am your Jererte or whatever you say?”

The blonde reflected a bit, from the moment he had received the inheritance  he knew . As soon as he had woken up on his birthday, the first thing he imagined was the brunette's smiling face. In fact, it took all of his pride and self-control to keep him from going out in search of the Gryffindor.

“I think somewhere around two months” Veela finally answered “And believe me I almost had a heart attack when I understood the reason for my incredible desire to go out and look for you” He mocked closing his eyes while the nurse took off his shirt in search of more wounds.

The-Boy-Who-Lived stared at the snowy torso, which was now full of marks, scratches, bruises and small cuts, but what alarmed him most was the bite that decorated his shoulder. Before he had noticed that the wound was deep but never imagined how deep.

"Gods, what wild bears did he tease for it to leave such a bite?" The nurse asked, more annoyed than worried. "It wasn't a bear Madame, it was actually a wolf," Draco corrected her. "Werewolf, what bit Dra ... Malfoy was Fenrir Greyback," the brunette clarified.

He felt guilty about the imminent change the blonde would have to undergo. It was protecting him that he had been bitten. Sadly, he couldn't do anything to prevent that, but at least he could make him see that he was not alone.

The nurse finished cleaning and suturing the wound, leaving a bandage in place. She washed her hands and turned to speak to the young men. Harry sensed that this was the moment when the woman would explain the changes that the boy would undergo, his nerves spiked and instinctively he took the hand of the blonde who looked at him surprised by the action, he only smiled in response, instilling encouragement.

"I have closed and healed all of your wounds Mr. Malfoy, but I regret to inform you" Harry's hand tightened tighter "That you won't be able to play Quidditch for two months if you want your shoulder to be as good as new." "Huh?" The Gryffindor's face was a poem, while Draco just nodded at the nurse's instructions. “Thank you for everything Madame” “H ... Wait ... What happened to the bite? He was a werewolf, you were supposed to warn him about the transformations and that kind of things, '' the dark-haired man blurted out. "There is no need for that, Mr. Potter," the woman clarified. “How there is no need?, there is no cure for a werewolf bite and you say there is no need to explain anything, besides that Malfoy does not seem scared or anything what the hell is going on?” “Mister Malfoy I recommend that you explain to Mr. Potter everything regarding your condition, I will leave you alone but remember to take the potions that are next to your beds in an hour.” And without further explanation Madame Pomfrey left the room leaving a stunned Gryffindor, a doubting Marauder, and a Slytherin who would have to explain many things.

-D & H-

They had been outside the infirmary for more than 30 minutes, walking like caged lions, waiting for information about the health status of the two young men who were inside it.

"Why the hell are they taking so long?" Lucius Malfoy asked out of his mind.

“Calm down Lucius, if Black has come out it's for a reason.” The potionist scolded him.

Lucius Malfoy glared at him for his lack of emotions, but he ran into two obsidians clouded with concern. The blonde just stood next to him, thus allowing the dark professor to take him as a foothold.

“Thank you” Severus whispered with a thin grin in the form of a smile

The door clicked a little and Sirius Black appeared. His face was a whole poem between happiness and concern.

“Black, what happened? Why are you looking like that? Black answer me!!” Severus began with his interrogation, taking the ex-convict by the neck, shaking him desperately.

“Sev, calm down and let him answer” Lucius asked, pulling the potionist's hands away from the brunette's neck.

"Siri, could you tell us how Draco and Harry are?" Remus asked a little more calmly. The former Gryffindor looked at them as hallucinated, the words heard before had left him at zero.

------------ Flash Back -----------

Draco Malfoy stared at the men before him, not sure where to start.

“First of all, I am a magical creature almost entirely, that is why the bite did not affect me. I cannot be a creature and transform into another. I can only be one. Satisfied?”

Harry nodded quickly, cursing that he hadn't thought of that earlier.

“As for the rarity of the dominant Veelas. The simplest explanation is that only the descendants of the original Veela, the first to exist, something like royalty, can become dominant. Some Veelas were created by magic and others were simply turned into almost Veelas with the help of dark rituals.

The "Royal" Veelas did not interact much with other creatures fearing attack or kidnapping, so there are not many descendants of them.

The French branch of the Malfoys used to have a forest full of magical creatures within their lands. Hence its relationship with the "Real" Veelas.

Now the dominant Veelas, alphas or whatever you want to call them, are basically leaders. There are currently only two I know of in Western Europe and the UK: The French leader and myself. No one knows very well why a dominant is born, the only certainty is that they are destined to guide magical creatures in some way. Therefore our abilities are a bit different than a normal Veela. Instead of transforming into birds, we can grow wings, claws, and fangs. Our strength increases to incredible levels. We are immune to almost all poisons, and we have great magic resistance. It could be said that we are invincible.”

Harry listened stunned to the explanation, amazed and scared by the blonde. Such a being, with or without Voldemort, could be the doom of the wizarding world. Even though it seemed that the Slytherin still wasn't quite in control of his new abilities, he had no doubt that he would do it in no time.

Satisfied by Malfoy's explanation, only one question remained to be clarified.

“What is it, exactly a Hjerte?” The green-eyed boy asked fearfully.

“Being very literal, the hearts of creatures.”  Draco answered “The most exact explanation is a bit more complex. You see, every being has a logical and an emotional part. Magical creatures, given their closest connection to the natural world, have a "human" and an "animal" part. Instinct and reason.

According to the legends, the Hjerte are products of magic, which when seeing how magical creatures became beings only guided by instinct, endowed some magical beings with the ability to balance them. The reality is that Hjerte have unique abilities that help them balance magical creatures.”

“Something like soul mates, right?” Sirius blurted out, stunned. “Yes and no. The Hjerte keeps magical creatures connected with his humanity, therefore creatures tend to protect that humanity, creating a bond between them that usually leads to a deeper relationship. When a magical creature comes of age, its senses guide them to the being that completes them. Magically speaking. As Black said, all magical creatures know who their Hjerte could be, although not all decide to accept it, coming to travel the world in search of "better" Hjerte to balance them. That is why someone like Potter is so valuable, for me or for any creature, the power that he has is incredible.”

"Great, just great." Harry whispered. "Not only do I have a crazy maniac wanting to kill me, but also a horde of creatures that want to mate with me."

“Potter, we are not animals. It is not about mating, the idea is to reach our highest potential, to have control of our abilities and of ourselves. Without control we are dangerous. Out of control the ministry hunts us down. Capicci? '' Malfoy huffed.

“Control? Didn't seem like you were in control when you attacked Bellatrix and Greyback like an animal, just because they touched me? Or when you growl at everyone who is near me?” “Like I said before, you are valuable. Making sure you live is my priority. And remember that my inheritance was manifested just two months ago. What did you expect? As good as I am, my control is not the best. Add to it that for five years all we have done is curse ourselves left and right. Anyone would find it difficult to stay sane under the circumstances. "Good," Harry exclaimed, "what do you need to control yourself better?" He - He would regret those words, he knew, because he always ended up in trouble for wanting to save everyone. "Let me be close to you," Draco answered quickly. "I'm not saying we have to be best friends, or anything like that, but I want to get to know you better. I cannot change who I am, I cannot change the fact that you are the only person who can help me to be who I should be, to be the best version of me.”

That statement left the Gryffindor speechless. He had never heard such sincerity from the lips of his nemesis. Something warm settled inside him, making him nod without much thought.

"One second," Sirius intervened, who had been a silent witness to the entire exchange. “Just to make the situation clear. You are an Alpha Veela. You are almost indestructible and your only "weak" point so to speak. Is it my pup?” “Exactly”

The older man's face turned into a poem and he went from an attractive tan to a very worrying gray.

“Paddy, are you okay?” Asked the green-eyed worried about his godfather who really seemed one step away from collapse. "I need Moony" was all the ex-con said before dragging his entire body out of the infirmary.

---------- End of Flashback -------------

His gaze wandered among those present looking for a pair of honey eyes, meeting them in front of him with expectation etched in them.

"Paddy, are you sure of everything you told us?" The brunette just nodded slowly even with his gaze fixed on the honey orbs.

"I already knew nothing good was going to happen this year," Lucius snapped, leaning against the wall behind him.

The potionist let out a sigh, something like that was expected but he had prayed that what Black said was not true. He only pleaded with the gods that his godson would be strong enough to withstand everything that would come to him by mating with the boy who lived.

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#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #ron weasley #hermione granger #severus snape #remus lupin #sirius black #fanfiction #fanfic

[jonesy-and-max]

part 8: Farley & Greg

Jonesy, Max, and Jamie turned to the entrance of Popcorn Video. Max, already growling and bristling.

“Fuck off, Farley! You know the two of you are banned!” Max barked.

Hands tucked into the pockets of her brown, leather bomber jacket, Farley sauntered in, followed by her ever-present pal, Greg, who was always dripping in denim.

Greg lifted his aviators, looking at Farley, “I thought you said our ban ended today?”

“I just re-upped it.” Jonesy smirked.

“It’s a lifetime ban, Greg.” Max snarled.

“Damn, homie,” Farley smiled and bat her blue doe-eyes at Max, “Why are you guys always pickin’ on us?”

“Fuck off, Farley.” Jonesy reiterated.

“I’m just kidding! You guys are always so sensitive,” Farley looked at her nails, “But, Chain-Slaughter does in fact suck.”

“You suck!” Max hopped off the counter.

“Why are you trying to waste this beautiful young woman’s time?” Farley looked Jamie up and down, “Chain-Slaughter has nothing to say, all it is is gratuitous violence, pointless tits, and bad acting.”

Greg chimed in, “It’s ugly, exploitative trash. The special effects are dated, the characters are one dimensional, and the slasher, the star himself, commits the greatest sin of all -”

Farley smirked, “He’s boring.” She wandered from the counter into the aisles, browsing the rentals.

“It’s no surprise that these townie fucks like degenerate trash like Chain-Slaughter.” Greg snorted.

“You say “degenerate trash” like it’s an insult.” Max scoffed.

“Townies? You both still live here!”.

“Um, we go to Farside University!” Greg corrected her.

“Farside is literally a town over!” 

“They’re so jealous, it’s sad.” Farley called from the comedy section. “Ah! Here's a film! An actual movie about something.” She came back over to the counter on her own time and handed it to Jamie.

“Mrs. Doubtfire?” Jamie was understandably confused.

“Mrs. Doubtfire is “about something?” Jonesy nearly rolled her eyes right out of her head.

“Shyah! It’s about divorce, trauma, gender, identity, it’s about how Reagan’s “nucular family” is a joke in this modern ‘90s world, dipshit.” Farley could not have been more serious in her critique.

“What’s Chain-Slaughter about? Murder and titties? Grow up.” Greg backed up his counterpart.

Max grabbed the copy of Mrs. Doubtfire from Jamie’s hands and hurled it across the store. “That’s it! I’ve had it! It’s time to take out the trash!” Max cracked his knuckles and advanced on Greg.

Instead of clutching the lapels of Greg’s jean jacket, Max was surprised to find he was instead holding a bright yellow piece of paper.

“I almost forgot!” Farley’s laugh sounded like a duck that needed medical assistance, “Our band is playing at the Silver Mine tomorrow night. We wanted to personally invite our old pals.”

“You guys are playing the Silver Mine?” Jonesy was stunned. “How that fuck did that happen?”

“Oh, we’re getting quite the following. We’ve toured all over Farside, a bunch of college parties, a lot of choice gigs, honestly. Word’s gotten out, what can we say?” Greg shrugged.

“Italian Wedding is da bomb.” Farley winked at Jamie.

“Italian Wedding” is the name of your band?”

“Nothing gets by you, honey.” Farley looked at Jonesy, “Smart and fine, right?”

Jonesy could feel herself getting sweaty again. “I thought you guys were a Counting Crows cover band?”

Greg turned up his nose at Jonesy, “We’ve matured since then.”

“You know, “maturity?” to be fair, I can’t expect either of you to quite grasp the meaning of that word. I mean, shit, neither of you have changed since high school.” Farley sneered.

Max furrowed his brow, Jonesy raised an eyebrow, “We literally graduated from high school last year.”

Max crossed his arms, “And joke’s on you, I dropped out senior year!” He smiled confidently, nodding at an exasperated Jonesy.

Farley and Greg cackled at the duo.

“Well, this has been fun, but I gotta get going guys.” Jamie pulled the ripcord on this awkward situation.

“Oh! Should I cash out the three Chain-Slaughters for you?” Jonesy tried to regain her professional demeanor. Farley scoffed.

“Um. Actually, you know, I’m gonna think about it? I’m pretty busy right now for four and half hours of blood and… all that other stuff,” Jamie tried to be as polite as she could as she made her way to the exit, “But, like, have fun tonight you two, okay? I’ll see you around, Jonesy.”

Jing-a-ling!

Jonesy slowly turned towards Farley and Greg, narrowed her eyes, “Get the fuck out.” She threatened through gritted teeth.

“What??” Farley looked nervous, but regained her malicious composure, “Oh…oh no. Wait,” She started chuckling, “Did you…did you think you had a shot with Jamie fucking Reynolds?? Oh, sweetie…” She pouted mockingly, “That’s maybe the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Max was starting to feel his brain getting all staticy, “Jonesy can get any girl she wants! She’s the radioactive love child of Henry Rollins and Sarah Connor wrapped in barbwire and deep fried in motherfuckin’ rainbows!”

“You should really have your dog neutered, Jonesy. He’s all neurotic and aggressive.”

Jonesy snapped her fingers, “That explains Greg, I guess.”

“You know Reynolds has a boyfriend right?” Greg chimed in, “She’s not gay, she’s just high all the time.”

Jonesy blushed.

“Let me give you some free advice, Jones,” Farley leaned in close, “You’ll always be a lonely loser with that anchor hanging around your neck. I know you’re a virgin, but Christ, have you ever even been kissed?” They looked each other in the eye, “Don’t you want to accomplish anything in your life?”

Jonesy was quiet. Sweaty and red in the face.

“Grow up. Scrape him off.” Her eyes and Max’s making contact as he raged inside. “There are a lot of open minded women in college. I could introduce you. Just sayin.”

Farley and Greg made their way to the exit, the latter slapping and sticking the flier to the window.

“I really hope you can make it.” Farley made prayer hands, then turned them into middle fingers before disappearing through the door.

Jing-a-ling!

Their braying laughter echoed through the strip mall parking lot as the sun began to set.

“And stay out!” Max yelled after them. “Pfft. Fuck those fucking fucks, Jonesy. No accomplishments! No accomplishments she says?? Then what do you call this?” Max ran around the counter, reaching underneath, and pulled out a Popcorn Video rental. “Check this shit out!”

He tossed the tape to a very quiet Jonesy.

“What is this?” She said, turning it over, “Dude, is that a copy of See You Soon??” She brightened up, but suddenly something about the box didn’t feel right. She turned it over in her hands, the corners looked like they had been gnawed on, and part of the plastic casing was torn. 

Max’s triumphant grin began to waver, the longer he watched Jonesy inspect the box, “What? What is it?”

Jonesy looked up at her oldest and best friend, “Um. Hey, Max?”

“Yeah, Jonesy…?”

She opened the case, already knowing what she would find, “It’s empty, dude.”

#someone actually liked one of my chapters #and i accidentally deleted it #sigh #opening day #oc #story #writing #90s nostalgia #clerks #slice of life

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Hanamiya x Reader x Kiyoshi NSFW

i don’t technically write n/s/f/w, but i liked the concept of this, so i’ve kept this very lowkey - sorry if that wasn’t what you were looking for :) (also, side note, hanamiya’s eyes are hard to describe, so i’ve just called them grey)

You don’t know why you’re here.

All you know is the hands and the eyes.

The hands: how they slip up your spine, across your neck, and in between your legs. One pair grips your cheeks - the fingers are warm, their touch so soft that they feel like an extension of your own body, like your face has blended into his hands. The other pair has none of that tenderness. Their nails dig into your hips, sinking almost spitefully into your bones, grabbing at your flesh, pulling you back to their owner. These are the hands who leave marks. These are the hands who will bestow an angry red across your skin, their imprints swollen like a hot brand.

(The other pair of hands will have no legacy but a memory of how their fingertips kissed and caressed you; these will be the hands whose touch you can’t forget, as they brush an apology along your jaw. )

And, then, there are the eyes.

Before you, are the brown pupils. They glance at you with some sort of shame, an almost bitter gentleness, they close as if to capture the moment, but their gaze is fleeting - they meet the grey eyes behind you. And they stay fixed on the grey eyes. They harden, with an anger which looks out of place in the otherwise tame irises, and the eyebrows bend down with something not far from a snarl: hatred, that’s what they whisper, not a hatred directed towards you, but a hatred all the same.

The hostility is for the grey eyes. Those are the eyes behind you, whose glare is strong enough to scratch at your scalp, even when the hands don’t. They rip at your hair, and snarl with the joy of being despised, and they too stay locked on the other pair of eyes. You only see the grey eyes once - when their owner grabs your face momentarily, forces you to face him, stains your skin with the violence of his grasp, taints where the other hands had been stroking - and once is enough. For the rest of the night, the grey eyes will not leave you. You can look into the brown eyes, if you want, but the grey buries itself in your retina: it will not be forgotten.

Even when you moan out, “Kiyoshi”, the grey eyes do not lose their grin.

They know, just as you do, just as the brown eyes do, that no matter how many times you call out that name, you will not escape the grey.

#man kiyoshi has his own lil place on this blog #also i spent way too long just staring at their eyes to write this #ugly eyebrow duo #hanamiya makoto #kiyoshi teppei #kiridai #kirisaki daiichi #kirisaki daichi scenarios #hanamiya x kiyoshi #seirin #kiyohana #x reader #reader insert #poly #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #the basketball which kuroko plays #knb #scenarios #scenario #headcanons #hcs #imagines #x you #smut #but not really #angst #also not really

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

🎰🍷dancing with him at a ball🍷🎰

🍷☾︎𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☽︎🍷

Art by: Inozuart

Go and check out their speed paint they did of this beautiful art on youtube!

🍷☾︎𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲🍷

𝐀/𝐍: Highkey simping over the TNT duo right now, ngl. Quackity is just getting better and better- Definitely gonna do these prompts with Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy. I just think that it would be really cute to dance with them at a ball lol

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                             ☠︎︎☾︎ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇʙᴜʀ☽︎☠︎︎

To say it was strange to see Wilbur Soot standing near a bar and drinking a glass full of blood-red wine would be a complete understatement.

(Y/n) had never spoken to him fully before, they more so made a lot of conversation they could build off of but neither decided to go through with it. (Y/n) hung around Alex, George, Sapnap and Karl more so than the rest of the SMP.

Hence why she was forced to go to this god forbidden ball.

She sat at a stool near the corner of the huge ballroom, her body wrapped in a tight and mildly uncomfortable maroon coloured dress.

'End me.' She thought mindlessly as she took another large swig of tequila, watching everyone dance around and laugh with eachother.

George, Sapnap and Karl weren't invited to the ball, she noted.

She had heard that they weren't on good terms with Quackity as of late, and he was the one who threw this ball.

She may have been lonely at this ball, but she felt as though eyes were on her at all times. It was weird. Very weird.

Every once in a while, her eyes would land on Wilbur's tall form. He seemed lonely as well, a bored and unamused expression on his stitched face.

His eyes were kept still on Tommy who was dancing around with Tubbo and Ranboo, who both had large grins on their faces.

(Y/n) found it cute that even after dying and coming back, Wilbur still held a sort of fondness towards Tommy.

She doesn't blame him, Tommy was a good kid.

A kid that's been through too much.

The girl frowned deeply and took another shot of tequila. And just like that, the eyes were on her again. Her eyes shot from her tequila that she was swirling to Wilbur, eyes widening slightly when they met with his harsh brown eyes.

He kept eye contact, eyebrows raising slightly at her in interest before he sent her a small smile, a fake one. (Y/n) could tell it was fake from a mile away. It was one of those smiles that you give strangers as they walk passed you on a sidewalk.

Huffing out a condescending chuckle, the girl rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, drinking the last of her tequila and went back to watching everyone dance.

The action clearly stirred more curosity within him, because all of a sudden he felt himself walk over to her with a wine bottle in hand and two wine glasses in the other.

(Y/n) was snapped from her daze when she heard someone clear their throat from beside her. Her head snapped up and met with his dead-cold eyes again.

There was silence before she spoke up, her tone sharp yet inviting," Can I help you, sir?" She spoke mockingly, eyebrow raised.

Eyes swirling with amusment, the man tilted his head to the side, his white tuft of hair following with the motion along with the rest of his curly, brown locks." Mind if I sit here, ma'am?" He replied with a smiliar mocking undertone to his voice.

Clicking her tongue a little, she nodded her head to the chair on her left lazily," Knock yourself out." She droned out, frowning at the sight of her empty glass.

She was too lazy to go to the bar.

'Guess I'll die.' She thought.

"You a wine girl?" Wilbur hummed out curiously, hoping to God she'd say yes otherwise he brought another glass over for no reason and probably looked like a dumbass now-

"I'm an,' anything with alcohol in it' kind of girl." She reassured him.

'Thank fuck.' He hid his relief with sly smile," Ah, a woman after my own heart." He flirted, pouring out a glass of wine for both her and him.

She 'tched' and took the glass," You have a heart? Pfft." She grumbled, taking a long sip of the wine. The wine burned at the back of her throat before bursting into a wonderful grape flavour mixed with cherry." Mm.. Good wine."

"Very good wine." Wilbur nodded in agreement, a content look on his face.

A comfortble silence sat between them and they both decided to enjoy their wine in peace.

(Y/n) watched as Eret and Fundy joined in with Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They looked like good friends dancing together. Reminded the girl of how her friendship was with George, Sapnap, Karl and Alex.

Now? It's just her.

She tried to keep the friendship from falling apart, but then Kinoko Kingdom happened and everything went to utter shit.

Las Nevadas, it was wonderful. Paradise. But it wasn't for (Y/n).

So when Quackity had asked if she wanted to join him, she refused respectfully but still said she was willing to help him with whatever he needed at all.

He was flattered, but disappointed at how she had decided against joining Las Nevadas.

She always wonders how her life would've turned out if she had accepted the invite.

"You want to dance?" The question was sudden.

When she looked up at him to see if he was joking, she was surprised to see how serious yet calm his expression was.

Raising an eyebrow, she swirled the wine in her glass and crossed her legs over one another," I'm not very good at dancing."

"And you think I am?"

She gave him a confused look," Aren't you? You look like the kinda guy that would be brilliant at ballroom dancing." She hummed out.

He chuckled raspily, eyes soft," I'm flattered, but trust me, I'm no better at dancing than Tommy." He assured her.

She looked him up and down, unconvinced before she sighed a little, giving in. She was too tired to argue at this point.

She stood up from her chair abruptly, even surprising Wilbur at the fact she had agreed. Giving him a stern yet soft look, she nodded," Let's dance then, Frankenstein."

Then she made her way to the dance floor, making Wilbur scramble from his chair with an eager grin.

They stood facing eachother before Wilbur held his hand to her, a grin tilting onto his lips," May I compliment you on your appearance this evening? You are among the brightest of flowers." He spoke with suave.

The girl blushed and she took his hand quickly, squeezing it a little." No need to flatter me, Wilbur. I am very well aware my dress is rather ugly this evening." She grumbled out grouchily.

He stared directly into her eyes,"Your dress? I hadn't noticed it." He said smoothly, his eyes never left hers," I'm sure it looks amazing on you."

The music began, saving (Y/n) from having to answer. The hand on her waist was firm and soft, almost like it was keeping her safe.

They stepped in line with eachother, (Y/n) messed up every once in a while and managed to step on her own feet and Wilbur's the first couple of minutes before she finally got into the swing of things.

Glaring up at him, she pouted," You liar."

He grinned cheekily at her," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about."

" Whatever you say, Mr. I'm worse than Tommy at dancing." She rolled her eyes.

"I never said I was worse than him. Honestly, anyone can be better than him at dancing. Let's face it."

For the first time that whole night, a small and genuine smile broke out across the girl's lips. Wilbur was enamoured by how her whole face lit up just by the slight tilt of her lips.

She looked beautiful.

"Leave Tommy alone, the kid tries his best." She smiled out.

"He does." He nodded earnestly, a little smile on his lips," I don't deserve him."

"You don't." (Y/n) spoke rather bluntly, but she still had a soft smile on her lips as she spoke her next words," but as much as he doesn't want to admit it, the kid needs you a lot. You're his big brother." She looked at the blonde-haired teen who was laughing at Ranboo who had spilled juice over Tubbo by accident. Her smile widened and her eyes were warm,"... you might just be the luckiest man in the world."

His breath was stolen from him at her words, and he couldnt help but agree with her due to the current circumstances.".... yeah... you could say that."

He held her closer to him by the waist, holding her other hand tightly and securly." So... Where did you learn to dance, Frankenstein?" She teased him, eyes bright with mischief.

A little laugh slipped through his lips," is this the nickname you'll be sticking to now?"

"You know it."

"Oh, great." He sighed out half-disappointedly before he decided to answer her question." When I was younger, my mother used to give me a lot of dance lessons with Technoblade. I requested them because I wanted to learn how to dance for this mermaid girl I had come to befriend."

"Oooh~" the girl raised her eyebrows suggestively," You're pretty romantic when you want to be, you know that?"

He shrugged, cheeks tinted a light pink that was barely noticable," the first time I'm hearing this." He admitted.

"Well... Frankenstein, you're pretty goddamn romantic when you want to be."

He grinned slyly," so you find me romantic, huh? Is that a sign for anything in particular, orrr?..."

The girl snorted a little," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." She repeated his own words.

He laughed," Touché, touché. You win this round."

Soon, the dance came to an end and the two were left still in eachother's arms, staring at eachother with enamoured looks on their faces.

Then the girl smiled at him," it wouldn't be bold of me to ask for another dance... Would it?" She requested, hope swirling in her gemstone-like irises.

"Not at all," A genuinely happy and charmed grin curled on his lips at her words and he held her body still," thought you would never ask, (Y/n)."

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⚠︎🎰 ༄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲༄🎰⚠︎

(Y/n) hadn't intended to be attending Quackity's party, in fact, she wasn't supposed to be attending.

She wasnt invited.

Supposing this is what she gets for not going along with Alex's whole 'Las Nevadas' gig. She prompted to stay with her friends in Kinoko Kingdom instead, thinking that Quackity wouldve done the same.

But she thought wrong.

So, so incredibly wrong.

You see, have you ever felt the feeling whenever you grow so incredibly close to someone to the point where you think you know them better than anyone else? That's how (Y/n) had felt with Alex. She was so sure that he wouldve chosen her and his friends over some nation that seemed to be setting itself up as a land of secrets and mystery.

From what she's heard, Quackity only grew all the more mysterious and distant.

He was so distant.

(Y/n) couldnt remember the last time she had seen him. The last time she's had a decent conversation.

The last time her heart fluttered around him.

She missed him, truly she did. Sometimes she debated abandoning Kinoko Kingdom in favour of running into Alex's oh-so-welcoming arms.

But her morals told her otherwise. She chose, for once in her life, to not follow her heart. But now, here she was, completely going against what her close friends had told her not to do.

She was being drawn to him again.

Using her heart to make important decisions.

And as she opened the large doors to the ballroom, all time seemed to freeze around her. Eyes shot towards her in curiosity, some with joy at being able to see her again and some with malice.

Alex was no different to the latter.

As soon as his dark eyes had met with her ethereal gemstone-like ones, he felt a buzz of electricity travel up his spine.

He couldnt diferientiate between the feeling of anger and slight awe at her beauty.

The girl fumbled with her fingers awkwardly before she sent him a shy wave, her smile soft-yet panicked as her eyes scanned over his new features.

He looked so different.

And she couldn't tell if it was the good kind of different or not.

At her shy wave, Alex cleared his throat and nodded respectfully as a goodbye to who he was talking to, which thankfully was Sam, and then he began making his way over to (Y/n).

A scowl curled onto his lips, his eyes darker than ever.

The eyes that made her feel warm and safe now froze her down to her very core.

When he was right up to her face, standing in front of her, that's when she knew--

This wasn't the Alex she had fallen in love with.

"What the hell are you doing here..." he muttered lowly to her, he grabbed her bare arm tightly- but it wasnt tight enough to hurt her, surprisingly. Then he dragged her to the exit, shoving her rather roughly outside, shitting the door behind him.

"We-well I-... If I-I'm being completely honest, I didnt exactly have a plan to come here, I just really wanted to see y-" he interrupted her.

"You didnt have a plan?? (Y/n)-- What the actual fuck makes you think I'd ever want you here?!" He was furious, eyes burning a bright fire, a fire even Sapnap couldnt withstand. " I actually cant believe you thought coming here would be a good idea. Are you actually as dumb as you were when we were still talking to eachother? You havent fucking changed."

She flinched at his harsh words but she covered up how hurt she was," Well- if you would let me explain myself, then maybe you'd understand why I'm here."

The casino owner took off his beanie, running a hand through his messy raven locks in frustration before he settled the hat back on his head," Make this damn quick. Because, in case you havent noticed, I have guests to entertain."

Gulping, the girl but her lip nervously out of habit," I know... I know I'm the last person you want to see. I know you hate my guts. But... Alex, I genuinely miss you." She spoke sincerely, eyes glassy beneath the moonlight," when I heard you were throwing this party... I couldnt help myself. I needed to see you... to hear you... to talk. God-- Just listening to you makes me so happy already." Her lip trembled," So please... let me hear you... let me see you. I'm begging... can we please talk?"

Brushing off the rush of heat that crossed his tanned cheeks, Alex looked away from her stubbornly.

He didnt want to give in easily.

But when it came to her, he was always put under a spell.

"Lo que sea.... fine." He sighed out, running a hand over his face in irritation, wincing whenever his fingers brushed over his scar." Come sit over here." He gestured to a bench that sat next to a long river that went off into the ocean, the moon reflected off of the clear water as did the stars.

The two sat next to eachother, the gap between them representing how distant they are from eachother.

"So? Talk." He prompted her, leaning back into the bench rather lazily, looking up at the sky.

Cheeks warming with happiness, she couldnt help but smile at finally being able to talk to him after so long," Thank you so much... I've been wanting to talk to you for so long after everything that happen-... What happened to your eye?" She whispered, suddenly noticing the long scar that ran over his eye and eyelid and then down to his lips.

"Oh yeah- you werent here for that," he jabbed at her," This was all Techno's doing." He gestured all over." Sorry that I'm not the perfect guy that you used to be friends with anymore."

She knew he wasnt sorry.

In fact, she knew that with his new self, he was a lot more confident.

Free.

She liked that.

Smiling at him, she shook her head," dont be silly. If this change makes you happy, then I'm happy."

His heart thumped harshly, making him clear his throat to cover up the noise in case she had heard his loud heart.

"I was just worried but... it looks kind of good on you-- err... not in a weird way or anything." She tried to cover up her slip-up," Anyways... that's not what I came here to talk abou-"

"Do you wanna dance?"

The girl's eyes widened at the sudden suggestion, gazing over Alex's features with shock. His tanned cheeks were red and he was avoiding all eye contact, eyebrows furrowed.

"... come again?" She stuttered out, her throat felt like it was closing up.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes," I asked if you wanted to dance."

The girl's heart did flips in her ribcage as her eyes fluttered,"I-... I would love to." She nodded, wobbly smile on her painted lips.

The man stood from the bench and held a hand out to her, trying his best to not smile when she eagerly grabbed it, stars in her eyes.

He moved her soft hand to his neck, making it rest there, (Y/n) then moved her other arm to wrap around his neck as well. Alex then settled his calloused hands on her pretty waist, pulling her body close to him.

He was afraid she would slip away from him again.

In truth, he had missed a hell of a lot as well, maybe even more so than she missed him.

He always debated visiting her or arranging to meet up with her, but his plans always got in the way and blurred his desire for her.

But seeing her tonight, all dressed up for him, it made him want to fall in love with her all over again.

The two swung side to side, the faint music from the ballroom guiding the two of them. Quackity rested his chin on top of her head as the girl turned her head to the side, resting her ear against his chest and listening to his thumping heartbeat.

"You look amazing." He muttered to her.

"You too... well... yeah, no you look amazing."

He chuckled lightly," why'd you hesitate?"

"Well... I wanted to think of a better word for amazing but my heart is beating too loudly for me to think properly..." she admitted.

At her heartfelt confession, Alex felt himself smile warmly for once in a long time.

He felt like a teenager in love again.

"Yeah... I feel that too." He muttered, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo, biting off the dreamy sigh that threatened to spill from his lips." (Y/n)... why didnt you join me? "

The dreaded question.

"If I'm being honest... I thought you wouldve joined Kinoko Kingdom with me."

Quackity's heart clenched at the thought.

So she felt just as betrayed as he did, that makes sense to him now.

"I debated going to join Las Nevadas everyday, but I knew that meant leaving George, Sap and Karl and I felt so conflicted and just... horrible." She mumbled, feeling her eyes beginning to water," It was hard, Alex.... I wanted to see you so so bad... But I also wanted to be a good friend... I felt like I was the bad guy either way, and I just wanted to make both parties happy.... I hated being away from you... God... I hated it so much." She sniffled, making Alex pull her closer to him," seeing you now... you dont understand how happy it makes me feel..."

The man sighed a little and kissed leaned away from her, cupping her cheek and then moving it so she was face him. He tilted her head up a little so he could see her teary eyes, feeling his heart call out to her to comfort her.

He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away the mascara and tears and when she blinked up at him innocently, he couldnt stop himself from smiling down at her reassuringly.

"I wanted to see you so much as well... I felt my heart ache every night to see you..." he began, pressing his forehead against hers," I'm sorry for treating you like shit... you deserve so much damn better... (Y/n), I'm begging. Please stay with me, will you?"

Her breath hitched.

"Stay by my side... please?"

Her heart stopped.

"I want to be with you all the time."

Her tears stopped falling.

"I love you."

And she smiled, wider than she ever has.

"I've been waiting so long to hear that..." She whispered to him," I love you too, Alex."

He grinned down at her crookedly," Deadass?"

"On god."

"Fuck- I'm not dreaming, right?" He then had a mischievous glint twinkle in his dark eyes," Maybe you should kiss me to seal the deal?"

She snorted," you're asking me to initiate it? Dont you think you're moving a bit fast, lover boy?"

"I think you're moving too slow and that you talk too much." He stated simply before he leaned down, capturing her soft lips in a messy kiss, their lips molding together as soon as they came in contact.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

And as her lips rubbed against his chapped ones, she knew her life was set with his, nobody else.

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #quackity x reader #TNT duo x reader #tnt duo #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #wilbur soot x you #revivebur x reader #revivebur x you #revivebur x y/n

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Head Cold

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Agent Carter Bingo 2022! @agentcarterbingo​

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: “Go away.”

Summary: Jack Thompson's a notorious workaholic who doesn't stop for anything, even a cold that's almost completely knocked him out. Thankfully, Y/N's around to make sure he takes care of himself, and she's not about to let his stubborn nature win.

Word Count: 3,120

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Illness, not super graphically depicted, it’s just a slightly nasty head cold

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I'd had a crush on Jack Thompson since the day I'd started working at the SSR. He could be a total ass sometimes, but I remained convinced that a heart of gold lay underneath the posturing. Every day, I watched as he walked past my desk to his office as Chief.

Which was why I noticed that today he looked like shit.

Despite my staring, Jack had never really noticed me, at least not more than he noticed Peggy and Daniel. And he certainly didn't notice me today as he trudged to his office with his head down, bags under his eyes topping off the impression that he'd suddenly been replaced by a zombie.

He walked past me, then Daniel and Peggy, and slammed the door to his office behind him. I turned around to see if my two friends had also noticed his condition, but they hadn't looked up from their work.

I faced forward again and stared at the pile of papers on my own desk, debating my options. I hoped Jack wouldn't push himself past his limits and come to work when he should've stayed home, but part of me knew he'd push until he dropped. And he'd looked like literal garbage when he walked past my desk a minute ago.

I tapped my foot and pulled one of my files closer, keeping part of my attention on the door to Jack's office. I'd give it a little while, and if I didn't see him, I'd go check on him myself.

As it worked out, I didn't have to go to Jack. He ended up coming to me.

"Agents Carter, Sousa, and Y/L/N," he called into the bullpen, swaying in his doorway as his hoarse voice struggled for volume. "My office. Now."

This time I saw Peggy and Daniel exchanging concerned looks. They'd finally noticed what I'd seen when the Chief came in: Jack Thompson looked like death warmed over.

"What's up, Jack?" asked Sousa, stepping into the room as I carefully shut the door behind us. "You don't look too good."

Jack just waved him off without looking up from his desk. He slouched in his chair, failing to paint even half the imposing portrait he usually did.

"I'm fine." The congestion lacing every word said otherwise. "I've got a case for you three to get working on."

Peggy and Daniel shared a skeptical glance, but didn't say anything. I squinted my eyes and crossed my arms, staring Jack down.

"We've got intel about Leviathan potentially rearing its ugly head again. I need the three of you on it. Case files are here."

He pointed to several stacks of papers on his desk, but didn't stand. He clearly didn't have the energy for something like that.

Peggy and Daniel shared another look, then moved forward to grab the files. They both stared Jack down, and he stared right back, looking completely exhausted. Still, the duo did nothing. Daniel scooped up my case file for me, handing it to me as we all headed for the door.

"C'mon, Y/N," he said. "Let's get started."

I didn't take my eyes off Jack, but he just stared blankly at the desk in front of him. Like he was contemplating how bad it might hurt if he simply passed out and bounced his head off it in the process.

Peggy gently grabbed my arm and led me from the office with her and Daniel. We stopped just outside the door, Daniel closing it behind us this time. The three of us made a tight circle next to Peggy's desk, and I raised my eyebrows in question at my two friends.

"Why aren't we doing anything about Thompson?" I asked. "He's clearly sick as a dog. He shouldn't be working right now."

Peggy sighed as Daniel explained.

"You weren't here for it, but he's been like this before," Daniel began. "He came in here like a ghost, and sat at his desk working away. This was before he was Chief."

"Everyone in the office tried to get him to go home," Peggy continued with a tired sigh. "He looked terrible enough that even I let some of the things he'd said go and tried to persuade him. He wouldn't budge. He insisted on working through it."

I scowled as Daniel picked up the story where Peggy left off. "Nobody could get him to give it up. Eventually, Dooley saw how bad he was hurting and ordered him home. Said he'd fire Thompson on the spot, best agent in the office or no, if he didn't knock off and get some rest. Thompson still put up a hell of a fight, but he couldn't ignore the direct order."

"But now, he's the one giving the orders," Peggy finished. "He's not going to order himself home, and no one else here has the power to make it happen."

I scowled and turned from my friends to squint at Jack's office door.

"Yeah, well, like you said. I wasn't here last time." I turned back to my friends. "Can you guys hold things down here and take charge if I get him out of here?"

"Sure, but good luck," said Daniel. "He showed just how stubborn and thick-headed he could be last time."

"He's about to meet his damn match," I promised, more to myself than my friends. I passed my case file over to Peggy, who took it with a small smile, then I turned to face Jack's office door again.

I marched forward, shoulders back and head high as I extended a hand and hammered on the wood. I heard a groan of pain from inside, then Jack's raspy voice.

"What?"

"Lemme in, Thompson," I said. "You're sick as a dog, and you're too stubborn to admit it. I intend to do something about it."

"Go away."

"Wrong answer."

I briefly debated just breaking down the door and barging in there, but I paused. I had another option to try before brute force. That could be my plan B.

I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair and knelt down in front of the door, snapping the pin in half as I went. Not as precise as actual lock picking tools, but I'd made it work before.

And I made it work again. The lock gave a satisfying click, and I pulled the pieces of the bobby pin out before turning the door handle. The door swung open easily and I stepped inside Jack's office, swiftly closing the door behind me. Jack snapped his head up from his desk, where he'd been face-down.

"How the hell did you get in here?"

"Determination," I said, quickly crossing the office to stand by Jack. "Now come on, Thompson. Get up and go home."

Jack shook his head, leaning back in his chair to survey me. It would've been a power move, but he immediately started hacking and coughing, which ruined the image.

"I have work to do here," he finally said, gathering himself enough to look at me again. "I can't call out sick and shirk all my duties just because I have a little cold."

"Alright, first of all, you have plenty of capable agents who can deal with the workload so you can get healthy again," I said. "And second of all... you're not going to get any work done by staying here a second longer than you already have."

"I don't know why you all insist on completely babying me, but I'm not so sick that I can't fill out some papers-"

"Oh, that's not what I mean." I cut Jack off as I walked around the desk, picking up two pens before sitting on the edge of it. "I mean, you're not going to be able to do any more work because I'm not going to let you get any work done until you go home."

Jack opened his mouth, probably to ask what the hell I was talking about, but before he could, I started drumming the pens on the table and singing at the top of my lungs.

"Go home Thompson, go home and take a naaaaaaap..."

Jack just stared at me for a few beats as I carried on, apparently trying to process what he was seeing. Finally, after my fourth verse, he snapped out of it enough to yell at me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Y/L/N?"

"I told you," I said, temporarily pausing my drumming and singing. "No one in this office can order you to go home and get some rest. So I'm taking it into my own hands to force you to take care of yourself another way."

Jack just stared at me, shocked. I waited, looking right back at him. I made sure the patience on my face told Jack clear as day that I was willing to wait him out in every single way, including spending this entire day in his office being annoying, if that's what it took.

"You know, I could always order someone to get you out of here," Jack mumbled, glancing over my shoulder like he was considering it.

"Absolutely no one in the office is going to take your side on this," I said plainly. Jack seemed to consider for another minute, and then he sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair when he realized I was right.

"Fine. Fine, dammit. I'll go home."

"Great! I'll get your coat."

Jack stared at me as I crossed the room and grabbed his coat and briefcase, then held out a hand for him to help him stand up. Still, he just stared.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm helping you get home."

"I don't need help getting home," he sneered. Or, tried to. The congestion and the coughing lessened the effect a little bit.

"Whether or not that's true is beside the point," I said. "I'm going to help you get home because I don't trust for a single second that you won't smuggle out some papers and try to do work in a diner if I don't keep an eye on you."

Jack scowled at me, and I could tell he'd been planning exactly that. I just grinned back at him and offered my hand again.

"C'mon, Chief. Let's get you outta here."

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Jack huffed and complained the whole way back to his apartment. I kept a tight hold on his briefcase, so he couldn't find any spot to sneak in work, and he wasn't happy about that. He couldn't do much about it, though. The cold was wearing on him, I could tell. And now that he didn't have any work to distract him, the exhaustion was starting to creep in.

"Alright, this one's yours?" I asked, coming to a stop outside the apartment Jack said was his.

"Yeah, this is me."

"You've got your keys?"

He nodded, searching his pockets for a few seconds before pulling out a ring. He fumbled with them, sagging against the wall as he found the right key and turned it in the lock. My heart squeezed as I watched him. He was looking really, really rough.

He managed to get the door open and swayed like he was about to fall through the doorway, but stopped short to look back at me.

"Uh... thanks. For the help."

"No problem," I said, my heart racing a little faster in my chest. "Uh, Jack... I know you don't need the help, or whatever, but... you really are looking kind of rough. Do you- I mean, if you want, I could come in and... make you some soup or something?"

Jack stared at me for a long beat, and I couldn't quite read the emotion in his face. He blinked a few times, then finally looked away and sighed.

"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice."

I gave him a soft smile, then before I could second guess myself, I pulled one of his arms around my shoulders and helped him over the threshold.

I kicked the door shut behind me and forced myself to ignore the butterflies exploding in my chest. I was in Jack Thompson's apartment.

The hacking cough from my crush quickly helped snap me out of any lingering giddiness. I was here because he was sick as a dog, and I really did hate to see him like this.

"Kitchen's in there," said Jack, clearing his throat a little before he spoke.

"Alright, great. Here, why don't you lay down and I'll whip something up," I said, aiming for the couch in the living room. I helped Jack lay down, and thankfully, he didn't even protest when I pulled a blanket up over him and set his briefcase far, far away.

"Thanks for this, Y/L/N. You really didn't have to do this."

"Don't worry about it, Jack," I said. I walked the other few feet into the kitchen, then looked through the cabinets until I found everything I needed. I started cooking, and it wasn't long before the soup was ready to go.

I put it in a bowl and double checked that it wasn't too hot, then headed back into the living room. When I rounded the couch, however, I found Jack completely passed out.

I couldn't help a smile when I saw him. He looked much calmer like this than he usually did at the office, without all the swagger, stress, and bravado. I sat down in a chair next to him, deciding to sip some of the soup myself. There was more on the stove to reheat when Jack woke up.

I debated leaving a few times, but I really didn't want Jack to wake up alone when he felt so shitty. In the end, I decided to pick up his briefcase and do some of the paperwork he'd been trying to push through earlier. Might as well help Peggy and Daniel keep things running, even if I wasn't in the office to do it.

By the time Jack finally stirred, it was evening. I looked up from the papers I'd been pouring over as he shifted on the couch, coughing a little but already looking better than he had before. He glanced around the apartment until his eyes finally landed on me.

"Y/N. You're still here."

"Yeah. Sorry, I just didn't want to ditch you when you felt so bad. I managed to get through some of the more boring aspects of this paperwork while you were out too. Here, let me go heat up some soup. You must be starving."

Jack nodded as I stood and walked into the kitchen. It didn't take me long to heat the soup, and this time when I came back into the living room, Jack was still awake and even sitting up.

He watched me as I rounded the couch and sat beside him, passing over the warm bowl of soup. I gave him a soft smile.

"So how are you feeling?" I asked as he took a sip.

"...Better, although I hate to admit your stupid scheme actually helped."

"Don't worry, I'll wait to gloat until you're healthy."

Jack huffed a laugh, then set down his spoon and looked at me.

"Why are you still here, Y/N? And I want more than some line about wanting to take care of me. Why do you care so much?"

I started, blinking stupidly as Jack just stared at me. I stuttered a little, trying to think of an answer, but I couldn't really think of anything but the truth.

"I... well, I care about you, Jack. A lot. I... I actually have for a little while now."

"...Are you trying to tell me you've got a thing for me, Y/L/N?"

My face started burning as I looked away. "Actually Jack, I'm trying very hard to avoid telling you that."

Jack huffed a laugh, and when I looked back at him, I found him glaring into his soup bowl. My heart dropped.

"Listen, I'm sorry, I really didn't want to make anything weird," I started. "Let's just pretend it never-"

"Y/L/N, I feel the same way," he said, finally looking back at me. He had a slight smile on his face now, which was the only thing keeping me from absolutely combusting from embarrassment. "I'm just pissed at myself for not noticing how you felt. I give Carter shit all the time for being so blind about Sousa, but now I finally get why she always just laughed in my face."

I grinned, and Jack did too. He still looked a little rough, pale with bags under his eyes, but even his cold couldn't dull the shine of how handsome he looked.

"So you're saying you feel the same way?" I managed to ask.

"Yeah, Y/N. I'm saying that."

Jack and I locked eyes, and my heart leaped in my chest with utter joy. Jack set aside the soup and started leaning in towards me. I started to lean towards him, too, caught up in the moment until I managed to remember why I was here in the first place.

I sighed deeply and put a hand on Jack's chest, stopping him in his tracks. I leaned away, and Jack raised an eyebrow at me.

"What's the problem?"

"You're sick as a dog, remember?" I sighed. "I'm not trying to catch whatever you have, Thompson. Kiss me as soon as you're healthy."

"Y/L/N..."

"Nope. I'm not changing my mind. After following you around all day, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don't want this cold."

Jack sighed heavily, looking seriously dejected. It pulled on my heartstrings just a little bit, but not anywhere close to enough to get me to change my mind.

"Look at it this way," I said. Jack perked up, and I couldn't help the mischievous grin that formed on my face. "The more you take care of yourself and give yourself time to rest and get healthy, the sooner we can have our first date and happy ending."

Jack huffed and glared at me, but took another sip of his soup nonetheless. I just smiled and leaned back against the couch cushions.

"Let's plan on this weekend," I said. "If you take another day or two to yourself to get healthy, you should be ready for a night on the town by then."

Jack shot me a glare as he leaned back on the couch next to me, brooding over his soup. I just smiled as I watched him, waiting for his answer.

"Fine," he muttered after a few beats. "I guess I can stick Carter and Sousa with a slightly heavier work load for another day or two. It'll be worth it in the end, after all."

With that, he turned to me with a wolfish grin. I smiled right back. I couldn't wait for him to be done with this cold.

I'd been waiting a long time for this moment with Jack Thompson. I could manage another day or two while he got healthy.

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