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candyflosstoxicity · 3 years

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Wanna Be Your Setting Lotion

Endeavor x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Power imbalance. Unsafe sex. Creampie. Breeding kink. Breath play. Pain play.

Despite the sizable uptick in his popularity after triumphing over the High-End Nomu, Enji still felt that his ability to relate to the everyday civilians was sorely lacking. There was still some doubt amongst the masses that he could be a suitable replacement for All Might. As much as that stung his ego, Enji knew that their misgivings weren’t unfounded.

He had promised his son that he would become a hero that he could be proud to call his father, and that meant more than just saving lives. Enji had to work to build a relationship with the public, and be a hero that was not only powerful, but approachable and relatable.

So, with his secretary’s assistance, Enji reached out to the most highly recommended media relations agency in Musutafu and requested that they pair him with a very particular type of publicist. He made sure to specify that they had to be thick-skinned and prepared to undertake all the work that would come with being the publicist to the number one hero. Though he had certainly made some important changes within himself, he still didn’t know how to talk to people and didn’t want to send the publicist running for the hills.

That was how you ended up standing outside the Endeavor Hero Agency. The glass skyscraper gleamed brightly under the sun, and really impressed upon you that this was happening. You had been assigned your first hero, but not just any run of the mill hero and it honestly had you feeling nervous in a way that you never had before. It’s not as if you doubted your ability to manage and improve the Flame Hero’s public image, but this was a major assignment that could either launch your career into the stratosphere or sink it like a stone.

After taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself, you walked briskly through the front entrance and into the main lobby, where you were greeted by the receptionist. You explained who you were and what you were there for, and she immediately hopped up from her desk in a panic and hastily led you to the elevator. It did nothing to quell your anxiety, because if his receptionist was losing her cool, what chance did you have against the man?

Upon reaching the top floor, the receptionist all but shoved you out of the elevator, giving you a hasty “good luck” while frantically pushing the button to close the door. You stumbled forward and were faced with a large, hardwood door. Having decided that you simply could not delay your assignment any further, you squared your shoulders, took decisive steps forward, and knocked on the door.

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That was several months ago, and you could say with hindsight that you were right to be anxious. While working for Endeavor was the best way to cut your teeth as a publicist, the man himself was...something fucking else.

It wasn’t just that he was physically intimidating, with his towering height and mountains of muscle. Honestly, you were able to quickly get past that and start working towards building a friendly, yet professional relationship with your boss. Except, he was the most tight-lipped, awkward person you had ever dealt with when he wasn’t in the process of saving lives. And when he was actually somewhat talkative, he was so intense that it left you flustered.

However, Enji always treated you with respect and courtesy, and when you did well, he told you as much. Heat would crawl its way from the top of your head to the tips of your toes whenever he would tell you, “You’ve done excellent work this week, (L/N)-san. Your efforts are appreciated.”

To anyone else and coming from anyone else, it might not mean much, but Todoroki Enji wasn’t just anyone. He had high standards for all of his employees, and you were no exception. Praise from him was hard to come by, and when it was directed at you, it made you feel some type of way.

It was obvious to everyone with a pulse that Enji was an incredibly attractive man. Indeed, every interview you scheduled for him with a female journalist found him being inundated with coy smiles, flirting, and pointed questions about his relationship status.

To be fair, you had asked him the same question, but only because it was important for you to know as the person who handled all of his public relations. It definitely wasn’t because you were lusting after your client and hoping that he was free to maybe, someday, knock your walls down.

Still, you had always prided yourself on being the consummate professional, so you refrained from asking any questions that were too personal. Even though you were so often alone with Enji in his penthouse office, with little to no interruption, and a lot of plush furniture he could fuck you on…

You shook your head sharply, your dark, curly hair moving with the motion. ‘Focus, bitch. Don’t be a goofy and try to fuck your boss. He would probably fire your ass before you could ask for a crumb of dick.’

It didn’t matter if you hadn’t gotten laid since you started working as his publicist; you were NOT going to fuck Todoroki Enji.

Little did you know, Enji was enduring his own share of suffering and sexual frustration. And he had no intentions of denying himself. For him, it was simply a matter of opportunity.

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It was finally Friday evening, and Enji was more than ready for the weekend. After a solid week of double patrols, while squeezing in PR appearances that you had set up for him, he just wanted to sit down in his recliner at home and have a stiff drink. He was sitting at his desk with his laptop open, finishing up some last minute paperwork on a report he needed to submit to the Hero Public Safety Commission by Monday.

Just as he put the final signature on the last page, you came bursting through his office door, without knocking, of course. Not that he minded; it was always a treat to see you, even if you were a bit...distracting. Your shapely legs carried you briskly towards his desk and he couldn’t help but admire how enticing they looked sheathed in your sheer stockings. He almost missed what you were trying to tell him, too busy imagining them wrapped around his waist.

“Endeavor-san, I’m sorry to disturb you right before quittin’ time, but I just finalized the details of your appearance on Present Mic’s late night radio show for next weekend,” you chirped with no small amount of satisfaction. Ah, right; Enji had agreed to make time for that, considering Mic was very popular with the young crowd and an appearance on his show would do wonders for his popularity with that demographic.

“He promised to keep it light and casual, and most of the time block will be spent playing some music that you both enjoy. I cross-referenced his playlist with the list you compiled, and y’all have some bangers in common. We’ll need to go over your note cards again, but I’m sure you’ve got that part covered by now.”

Your eyes were focused on the folder in your hands, flipping through the papers there as you went over the last minute details. Enji’s eyes were watching you, though, and he found himself struggling to give a damn about Present Mic or his radio show. Not when you were standing before him, a radiant vision of smooth brown skin and a halo of curls. How badly he wanted to sink his fingers into them and tug your head back, make you submit to him…

“Endeavor-san, are you listening?”

The question coming from your pretty lips, in that sweet, but sharp voice, was enough to finally get his attention. He tore his gaze from your petite frame and looked up to see your dark brown eyes staring at him sternly. Enji coughed and shifted in his chair, trying to subtly adjust his now rock hard dick.

“My apologies, (Y/N), I’m a bit worn out from this week,” he hastily assured you. “If you wouldn’t mind emailing those notes to me, I will look over them again this weekend.”

Your expression softened and you tossed the folder onto his desk before walking around to the side and perching yourself on the edge. Enji could practically feel the blood rush to his dick with you sitting so close to him, the scent of your perfume immediately clouding his mind. Your already short skirt rode up even higher and he had to force himself to look you in the eye, which he regretted shortly after.

“Have I been riding you too hard, sir?”

Enji’s eyes narrowed slightly at you, thinking that you must be toying with him. But, your face was devoid of cunning, and you seemed genuinely concerned for his well-being. He wasn’t used to that kind of consideration from really anyone, especially not one of his employees.

“No, far from it. You probably take it a bit too easy on me, but you still produce amazing results. I would be completely clueless about this public relations crap if I didn’t have someone as bright and clever in my corner,” Enji rumbled, almost bashfully, the tips of his ears still pink from your accidental innuendo.

He had no way of knowing, but the feeling that Enji’s praise gave you was like a shot of adrenaline to you. Warmth bloomed in your cheeks, and you quickly began stuttering and trying to downplay your contribution. However, Enji was having none of it and reached out to grab your anxiously fluttering hands, which had the desired effect of shutting you up.

But, Enji didn’t stop there. He was tired of you not giving yourself enough credit. More than that, he was tired of only being able to show his gratitude in words. So, he took advantage of your size difference and tugged you into his arms and then settled you on his right thigh, forcing you to straddle the muscular appendage.

“E-Endeavor-san?!” you squeaked out. Your tiny hands were encased in his much larger ones and even that small bit of skin to skin contact was enough to set a fire low in your belly.

“Please, call me Enji. It seems a bit formal considering the things I want to do to you.”

“And what exactly do you want to do to me, Enji?” Your voice was low and breathless, but he could see the excitement clearly in your deep brown eyes.

He released your hands and let his own wander down the curve of your sides to settle on your hips. Still maintaining eye contact with you, he engulfed the soft flesh there with a gentle, but firm squeeze. You gasped softly and instinctually ground down against the flexing muscles of his thigh.

Enji growled lowly in his throat and took one hand off your hip, and reached up to bury it in the soft curls that framed your gorgeous face. At first, he gently massaged the scalp with his fingertips, but when he felt you relax, Enji used the curls at your nape to tug your head back.

He loved how small you were in his arms, how easily he towered over you and controlled your movements. And there you were, gasping and squirming in his lap, letting him touch you in such a dominating way. It stoked a fire within him that he hadn’t felt in a long while, urging him to make you fall apart under his touch.

“There are so many things that I want to do to this tight, little body,” Enji whispered against your throat. He placed a heated kiss there, followed by a gentle nip before continuing, “But, for now, I want you to ride my thigh.”

To his delight, you didn’t hesitate to start meekly rolling your hips forward, your skirt bunching up around your waist with the motions. Still, you seemed to be holding yourself back, and he was having none of that. Using the hand that was still gripping your hip, Enji forced you to press down harder and move faster. Getting the message, you braced your palms against his broad, solid chest and began grinding against him in earnest.

The filthy moans you let spill from your plump lips were music to Enji’s ears, and he struggled to refrain from just ripping your stockings off and sliding your down onto his aching dick. There would be plenty of time for that later, but in that moment, he wanted to make you felt just how appreciated you were.

“Come on, little sparrow, I know you’re close. I can feel you soaking my pants leg.”

The desperation and desire in his voice drove your lust even higher. That, combined with the friction of your nylon stockings against your bare pussy, had you teetering on the edge of release.

“Please, sir!” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but he seemed to. And he was going to make you beg for it.

“Please what?”

“I...I want you to fuck me, sir! Please let me cum on your dick,” you pleaded with a breathless whine, never ceasing your wanton grinding.

“Oh, you will be cumming on my dick. But, first, you’re going to make yourself nice and sloppy for me.”

Enji gripped your hair tighter and pulled your head back until your spine arched. Now, your nails were digging into the skin of his pectorals, but he didn’t care because the end result was you humping against him with reckless abandon. No longer needing to guide your movements, he reached up and wrapped his other hand around your delicate throat, squeezing just enough to make the blood rush to your head. That was just enough to tip you right over the edge.

“Oh, oh!” Your hips began to stutter slightly in their movements as your orgasm crept up on you. A scream that surprised you, but made Enji growl in triumph, was ripped from your throat as you bucked wildly through the peak of your release. Letting go of your tresses and throat, Enji pulled you gently into his chest and ran his hands soothingly down your back. As your body trembled and quaked through the vestiges of your orgasm, he murmured soft praises into the crown of your hair.

“You did such a good job for me, baby girl. I’m so proud of you and all your hard work. Are you ready for your reward now?”

Despite the fact that you had just cum your brains out, his words of praise had you moaning wantonly, your head bobbing lazily in consent. Enji wasted no time in standing you up between his legs, supporting your weight effortlessly as he slid his hands up your inner thighs towards the crotch of your stockings. A brief, but loud ripping sound echoed in the spacious office, and then you felt a cool breeze against your soaked lips. Enji took a moment to run a thick finger through your dainty folds, making you shudder and moan.

Enji considered having you ride him again, but a glance at the large sectional he had in the corner of the room gave him other ideas. Picking you up as if you weighed nothing, he carried you to the luxurious piece of furniture and laid you down on your back. He immediately covered your body with his own and locked his lips with yours, the kiss quickly turning heated. While your lips moved together with unrestrained passion, he busied himself with undoing his belt and slacks. Once he got them undone, he freed his aching length from the confines of his underwear, hissing at the sensation of the cool air hitting the too hot skin.

Pulling away from your soft warmth, Enji made you look him in the eye before he asked, “It seems a bit late to ask, but are you sure this is what you want?”

Thinking he was just being considerate, you smiled softly up at him and nodded in affirmation. He kissed you hard, one more time, before looking down to guide his more than impressive dick to your dripping entrance. As soon as he pressed the head in, you knew what he was really asking you before, which was whether you could handle being stretched to your absolute limit.

You threw your head back, pressing into the soft cushion underneath you, and struggled to breathe around the sensation of his girth splitting you open. It was a good thing he made sure you were wet enough beforehand, otherwise, you were sure that you wouldn’t have been able to take all of him.

Enji made sure to take his time pressing in and withdrawing, inch by inch, enraptured by the sight of your pretty pussy stretching around him. It was a couple minutes more before he was fully seated inside you, the head of his dick pressed snugly against your cervix. He paused his movements to press sweet, but rough kisses along your jaw and collarbones. You reached up and buried your fingers in his hair, applying the barest pressure to bring his face closer to yours so you could press your foreheads together.

“I’d really like for you to move now,” you panted softly. Sure, it was quite the stretch having him inside you, but it didn’t hurt and you were still filled with a burning desire to be wrecked by the giant hovering over you.

Withdrawing slowly, so slowly, Enji paused again to watch your face as he gave a quick, experimental thrust. The cry of pleasure you let out snapped his resolve to continue taking it slow, and he began to fuck into you with a vigor. All you could do is tighten your grip on his red locks and hold on for the ride.

“God, you feel so good wrapped around me. Do you have any idea how long I have wanted this? How many times I’ve fantasized about fucking into you like this, making you my little cumdump?”

Enji was actually caught off guard with how visceral your reaction was to his dirty talk. He didn’t think it possible, but you became even tighter around his dick, nails biting into his scalp, as well. You began trying to thrust back up against him, but he was having none of that. Enji pulled back just enough to take your legs and throw them over his shoulders so he could put you in a mating press.

“Oh gods, yes, just like this, Daddy!” you wailed loudly, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure from his rigid member rubbing against your velvet walls with the new angle.

A groan that sounded like a snarl rumbled in Enji’s chest at the sound of your fucked out voice calling him ‘Daddy’. It made him want to grind his dick deeper into you, until all you could see, feel, or taste was him and the pleasure he was giving to you.

“Fuck, if you call me that again, I’m going to fucking cum and I’m not going to pull out.” He expected you to object, or something but instead, you attempted to pull him in closer with the strength of your legs alone.

“Please, please, please fill me up, Daddy! I want it all, please, give it to me!”

Pace quickening at your filthy words, Enji leaned forward until you were practically pressed in half and his thrusts had the tip of his dick bumping your womb with every plunge deeper. You were unable to even scream, the air knocked from your lungs and your brain foggy with thought-warping ecstasy.

“Goddammit, you’re gonna make me cum, baby. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim. Gonna make you round with my child. Is that what you want?”

All you could do was nod frantically, incoherent pleas and his name spilling from your drooling mouth in an endless stream. You would do anything, say anything, just to feel his hot cum paint your walls.

From the way you were clenching and pulsing around him, Enji knew that you were close to the precipice again already, and he was ready to tumble over right along with you. Letting go of the last bit of restraint holding him back, Enji captured your lips in a searing kiss and swallowed your cries of passion as he began to piston into your tight heat, chasing his orgasm and hurtling you towards yours.

A shrill scream muffled by his lips and the sharp tightening of your walls around him signaled to Enji that you were cumming, and he quickly followed after you. His powerful hips stuttered once, twice before he drove his entire length fully inside you and stilled, his head pressed to the opening of your womb. Much hotter than you were expecting it to be, spurts of cum that seemed endless gushed deep inside you, prolonging both of your orgasms to the point of over-sensitivity.

When you both finally came down and got your breathing under control, Enji slowly pulled out from you and gently eased your legs off his shoulders. He gathered you up in an embrace and flipped the two of you over so that you were laid on top of him, head resting against his chest. Again, he stroked your back and sides soothingly, murmuring words of praise and comfort.

For your part, you were fucking wiped, your heart still racing and brown skin dewed with sweat. You could feel cum leaking out of your abused hole, but could hardly be bothered to care with exhaustion and satiation weighing so heavily on your eyes.

With strong arms wrapped around you and every bone in your body feeling like marshmallow, you snuggled closer to Enji and fell asleep to the steady pulse of his heart in your ear.

#todoroki enji x reader #endeavor x reader #bnha smut #endeavor smut #todoroki enji smut #black reader

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flooffybits · 3 years

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Love To Hate Me

Idol: Kim Bora (Dreamcatcher)

Anon: hello! can i get a scenario ft. sua from dc? her and reader have a rivalry going on (maybe about dancing?) but one day, reader wasnt having it and ends up pinning sua against the wall. they get caught in the moment and kiss. after that, they pretend like nothing happened but secretly cant get enough of each other anymore. Got this idea from Blackpink’s Love To Hate Me so maybe you can base it there? Sorry if its confusing and tnx for your time

Warning: making out

☕buy me a coffee☕

Bora slowly jogged up the stairs to reach the group’s practice room in hopes of going over the steps of your newest song, but when she was close enough, she was surprised to hear the music already playing from inside the room, indicating that someone had already beat her to it.

When she quietly took a peek inside, she wasn’t all that surprised to see you, dancing along to the song, looking as though you’d been at it for hours. Which was actually true, considering you’ve arrived at the company three hours ago.

“Working hard?” A cat like grin appeared on the main dancer’s face when she saw the slight twitch of your right eyebrow at her presence through the mirror and how you promptly ignored her while you continued to go through the steps of the choreography.

It was a known fact in your group that the two of you had this silent war going on between you. She was officially the main dancer of the group, and you were the lead dancer, which meant that fans often pitted you against each other on who was better.

While the older woman easily brushed it off, you were the complete opposite. Even when you try to ignore the comments, you always felt like you had to prove yourself to someone, that you were just as good, even though you initially didn’t care who was “the best”.

Because of that, Bora made it her personal mission to piss you off with every chance she got, despite your leader’s warning about her going too far. The dancer just enjoyed getting a rise out of your usual calm façade, even when there were instances that angering you made her a bit scared.

“Yah! Are you not going to greet me? I’m your unnie!” She tutted before pausing the song, earning a small glare from you, and she could see the way your jaw clenched, a sign that you were holding back whatever snappy remark was pleading to come out of your mouth.

Instead, you let out a deep breath before looking to the older woman. “Hi.” You say dryly before moving away to grab your water bottle and a towel to wipe off the sweat that had accumulated on your face. Bora huffs at the lack of enthusiasm before she walked closer to you.

“Lighten up, Y/n. You’re always so serious and snappy with me.” She clicks her tongue when you continue to ignore her. “What happened to being the dongsaeng that always pestered me to hang out with them? You were always so cute, you know?” She continues to taunt, gauging your expression as more words came falling from her mouth without pause. “You were always so eager to practice together, too.”

You do your best in keeping a straight face, grabbing your things before moving to the farthest area in the practice room, opting to just wait for the rest of your members to arrive for your practice to actually start.

But the most you get to do is settle your things on a seat before Bora began lightly pushing your shoulder. “Y/n, at least say more than one word.” She taunts further, but with all the times she’s been up on your business lately, it wouldn’t take long before she had pushed you past your limits.

“What? Are you really-”

But her words were cut short as her smaller body collided with the cold surface of the wall. Her eyes widen visibly when your body towers over her, eyes boring deep into her own, it being admittedly the closest you’ve been ever since this whole one sided rivalry came to life.

"For once in your life, can you shut up, unnie?" You practically spat the words out as you kept her in place, your noses nearly touching as you stared down at the older woman while her breath got caught in her throat by your sudden actions.

But it takes her a second to recompose herself as the same infuriating smirk crept up her lips. "Why don't you make me?" She shot back. And since you were only holding her by the shoulders, she was able to grab the front of your shirt and dared you to come closer.

The air in the room was growing hotter and the tension was becoming more and more unbearable with each passing second. Your stare off went for another five seconds before you had crashed your lips against hers, Bora reacting quickly as she tightened her hold on your shirt and her other hand went to the back of your head.

The kiss is intense, carrying, not only yours, but the dancer's frustration as well. Her hands cling to you, almost as though she were afraid that you would pull away quicker than she wanted you to, but your arms wrap around her, bodies flushed against one another while you both continued to tug at each other’s clothes, lips moving and tongues meeting.

When your lungs start to burn and air becomes an issue, you’re forced to pull back, both of you panting heavily and staring at each other once again, though not as angry compared to when you had first pinned her to the wall.

There’s an understanding in both of you as you slowly pull away and try to steady your breathing while Bora lets her carefully fix your hair just so no one would question your disheveled appearance, but since you’ve been practicing for quite a while, you could easily play it off.

“Oh! You’re already here.” Minji’s voice greets you both as your members finally enter the practice room. “Have you both finally made up?” Siyeon playfully jokes when she sets her things down and Bora is back to her usual confident self. “I was just trying to help Y/n look presentable for you all.”

“Pretty sure you weren’t teaching her to dance, given how you both already have the choreographies imprinted in your brains.” Yubin comments when she reaches for your towel to wipe your face, making the woman’s eyes narrow but she quickly looks away with a wide grin slapped onto her face. “She was already practicing when I got here. Still needs a bit of polishing.” She shrugs before walking away and you could feel your jaw clench as you directed your eyes to the ground.

Yoohyeon lightly rolls her eyes and pats your back when Yubin puts the towel aside. “Don’t mind unnie. You know she just likes annoying you because you give her the reactions she wants.” The tallest in the group reminds you as you grunted and crossed your arms. “I know.”

The pair just smile at you, and despite the fact you could be sweaty already, Yoohyeon latches on to you and squeezes you tightly as Yubin laughed and shook her head. “Come on, don’t mind it. After practice, we can go out and visit that ramen place you like so much.”

Now that had got you smiling again as you nodded your head, following after your members when Minji called for all of your attention. Though with your place by Gahyeon, you weren’t able to see the pursed lips or the small frown on a certain dancer’s face, especially when you left with Yoohyeon, Yubin, and Handong after practice.

“Why are you still up? Aren’t you tired?” Bora was surprised to see you all alone in the kitchen, a mug in your left hand and your phone in the other. “I can’t sleep.” You say before taking a sip of your drink and then setting it back down. “What about you? What are you doing up?” You ask while finally looking away from your phone to check on the older woman.

Bora stood by the entrance, her already small figure already appearing smaller with her slightly bigger pajamas and the way she stood with her arms wrapped around herself.

But seeing you right now had replayed your earlier encounter in the practice room that she found it a bit difficult to properly meet your eyes. “I’m usually up late, remember?” She shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant as she moved to take a seat in front of you.

You only responded with a hum before your eyes were back on your phone and the silence ensued between you both.

And this time, the tables have turned with Bora fidgeting around, silently squirming in her seat whilst you remained passive towards her ever since you came back.

That was the difference between you. While she was able to mask her inner thoughts around others, she couldn’t do that with you, at least not until you had kissed her. Your silence was only further fueling her frustrations, but it was simply your own way of dealing with the earlier incident while also trying to avoid whatever talk you so clearly needed to have.

“Y/n.” She called desperately, but you refused to budge.

“Unnie.” Was your simple reply and she huffed before standing back up. The sudden action catching your attention as you looked and watched as she marched up to you, her lips twisted in a scowl before she was grabbing the front of your shirt and pulling your towards her.

This time, she initiates the kiss. But the result was the same as earlier with you responding to it, hands coming to rest on her petite waist. The kiss was much more gentle compared to earlier, though still just as eager. Her hands released your shirt to cradle your jaw before she would pull back to rest her forehead against yours.

“Listen, I am tired of whatever cat and mouse game we have going on.” She finally tells you, a more serious look on her face compared to all the usual teasing ones she would give you. “We weren’t like this before and I hate not getting to spend time with you without us butting heads. It’s exhausting.” She muttered and you stared at her in disbelief as she finally began to get whatever weight she had off her chest.

“I really like you, but every time we’re together, it felt like you hated me and I don’t know what I did. But annoying you was the only way you would actually talk to me, so I did and-”

“I don’t hate you.” You quickly say without thinking. “I never hated you. I hated how people constantly compared me to you. I just always felt like I had to prove myself to everyone that I could do well, too, and while I admired you so much, whenever I saw you it was like I was being reminded of how much I lacked as a dancer and a singer.” You sighed. “It made me think there was no way for me to even be on your level.”

Now that effectively shut her up. Bora stared at you in disbelief and sympathy while feeling disappointed at the same time.

She knows about the competition InSomnias had between you, and while she was able to brush those off, she didn’t realize that it was taking its toll on you. It angered her that people had pushed you so much to the point of doubting yourself, more so distancing you from one another instead of the opposite.

“You should have told me, or at least anyone in the group. Do Dami or Yoohyeon know?” A shake of your head had caused her to sigh before she sat on your lap and pulled you into a hug.

“Whatever anyone else is saying, you have no reason to prove yourself to them. You’re doing extremely well on your own. Those people are only trying to tear them down.” She whispered while squeezing you and you wrap your own arms around her to reciprocate the much needed embrace.

“We’re going to be okay. We’re going to prove them wrong, just watch.”

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher sua #sua dreamcatcher #sua #kim bora #sua scenarios #sua imagines

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tumbleweed-palmer · 3 years

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Unexpected: Jimmy Palmer x Original Character

I am having to repost all my fics because tumblr terminated my old blog. So here we go spamming up the Jimmy Palmer tag.

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Jimmy Palmer could admit he’d never found himself too annoyed by Tony Dinozzo. In fact, Jimmy was usually capable of dealing with Tony’s less than mature behavior without becoming too frustrated or too flustered.

Jimmy had long ago learned to take Tony’s immature comments and his habit of being far too nosy about his coworker’s personal lives with good stride. He’d learned to brush off the comments and the jokes. To be honest, Jimmy had always been somewhat fond of Tony’s tendency to give him a hard time.

It felt more like the actions of an older brother pestering a younger sibling, than anyone with any ill intentions. Jimmy had no older siblings, only a younger sister. So, really it just felt like Tony was a big brother of sorts, giving Jimmy a hard time and harassing him because he cared. Jimmy knew the moniker of “Autopsy Gremlin” or the sarcastic comments and jokes weren’t meant to be cruel. He knew that deep down Tony didn’t mean any disrespect.

Lately though it was becoming harder and harder for Jimmy to brush off Tony’s comments and his bad habit of attempting to shove his nose where it didn’t belong.

Today had been particularly brutal, all thanks to an unfortunately noticeable dark bruise along Jimmy’s neck. Anyone with any social awareness would easily be able to deduce exactly just how Jimmy had gotten these marks along his neck. Most people would spot a bruise along someone’s neck and would know it meant one thing and one thing only.

Most people though wouldn’t have the audacity to mention it. Tony Dinozzo wasn’t most people.

Tony had been quite loud about pointing out the large hickey along Jimmy’s neck and he’d done it at a crime scene of all the places to possibly bring it up.

Jimmy’s cheeks had flushed a deep shade of scarlet as Tony had spotted the hickey unable to resist himself. “Jeez Palmer, what happened to you? Did you use a vacuum cleaner or did you manage to actually find a lady gremlin to do that for you? That thing is huge. I don’t know if I should be disgusted or impressed. I’m dying to know just where she learned to do that, because I’m assuming you didn’t teach her.”

Jimmy had resisted the urge to drown himself in the lake Dr. Mallard and he’d been retrieving a body from as he’d squeaked out an “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Though by the way Jimmy had pulled the collar of his jumpsuit up in a poor attempt to hide the lovebite along his neck, it had been quite obvious to everyone that Jimmy knew exactly what Tony was talking about.

Thankfully Tony had dropped the subject fast becoming distracted by Gibbs’ less than pleased expression, but the entire situation had still been so mortifying.

This wasn’t the first time anyone had spotted a little lovebite along Jimmy’s neck over the course of the past year, and it wasn’t the first time Tony had something to say about it. It was still none the less absolutely horrifying for Jimmy.

Each time Tony mentioned a lovebite along Jimmy’s neck, Jimmy died a little inside.

As the day had worn on so had Tony’s prodding and needless to say Jimmy was more than ready to get far far away from NCIS headquarters and he hoped and prayed he’d have the entire weekend to suppress the memory of any of this ever happening.

Jimmy had worked far too late for a Friday night and he was more than ready to get out of the building as Tony approached him at the elevator looking all too much like a shark that had spotted a pool of blood.

“In a rush to get home Palmer?”

Jimmy cleared his throat trying to pretend that he wasn’t frantically pushing the up button on the elevator as though that would make his only form of escape arrive any quicker. “It’s Friday.”

“Got big plans for the weekend? I’ve always been curious, just what does an Autopsy Gremlin do on the weekend? I’m almost afraid to ask.” Tony commented, working his way up to the main punchline.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders trying to play it cool. “Just a quiet weekend, nothing exciting.”

“Nothing exciting huh? I hope whoever gave you that little lovebite on your neck isn’t disappointed to hear that you don’t think they were exciting. I’m a little worried about just what you consider exciting if you didn’t find the process of getting that thing to be thrilling.” Tony pointed out while watching Jimmy squirm.

Jimmy groaned at this trying his best to play dumb in hopes this conversation would die. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” Tony responded not shying away from giving Jimmy a pat on the back before he spoke again.

It’s nothing to be ashamed of Palmer, It’s only a little gross when I think about it. I’m actually kind of impressed. You did the impossible, you got a girl to do that for you and it’s not even the first time it’s happened. You can’t blame me for being curious. The Autopsy Gremlin is getting some sweet sweet loving and I have to know just what she looks like, it is a she right? If not, I don’t judge. I would just be surprised to find you swing that way, especially after the whole Agent Lee thing. Are you having an office romance again? I’m guessing not, since I haven’t noticed you getting any attention from any of the ladies at NCIS, which means that Lady Gremlin doesn’t work here.”

Jimmy let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors finally swung open, Jimmy escaping into the safe confines of the elevator so relieved that Tony didn’t follow him.

He spoke frantically pushing the close door button. “I gotta go, have a good weekend Tony.”

Jimmy closed his eyes, a heavy sigh of relief leaving him as he was finally left alone safe from Tony until next week.

A little voice in the back of his head was all too quick to speak Oh, if Tony only knew.

Jimmy had never meant for it to be like this. He’d never been the best at lying. Or, at least people told him he was a bad liar.

Maybe he wasn’t such a bad liar though, after all he’d been living a lie at work for a year now. He’d been lying to his coworkers for so long that his lies felt like truths at this point.

Jimmy’s personal life had become a well kept secret from the vast majority of his coworkers and Jimmy knew if the truth came out then Tony Dinozzo would kill him.

Jimmy had to believe though that the risk of death was well worth it. Olivia Dinozzo was so worth the risk of imminent death.

He hadn’t known exactly who she was when they’d first met on this elevator only a year before.

Olivia, or Liv as she preferred to be called had kind of stuck out like a sore thumb at NCIS headquarters.

They had met in the most unassuming of ways. The elevator had stopped at the first floor and Liv had stepped on wearing a visitors badge.

Jimmy had been hers in an instant and she hadn’t even known it. He’d glanced over at her and he couldn’t look away.

The thin straps of the deep purple dress she’d been wearing hadn’t done a thing to hide her figure, at least when it came to cleavage. The dress’ paisley print and loose flowing fabric had made her look more like she should be hanging out at a farmers market or making flower crowns in a field somewhere and not standing in a tiny elevator with a flustered Jimmy Palmer.

He’d been able to spot heavy looking turquoise earrings even through the thick strands of her long dark hair. The silver bangles on her wrist and the heavy gem ring on her finger had only made her look more like a freespirit and less like someone that should be visiting NCIS headquarters.

Her nails were kept trimmed and neat and painted with a dark blue polish. Her makeup was kept minimal with only a dusty pink lipstick on her lips. Her skin looked soft and milky and she smelled like a mixture of lavender and patchouli. A year later Jimmy would begin to associate the smell with her and the warmth he felt anytime she was close to him. From their very first meeting he'd been just as captivated by that scent though.

Jimmy didn’t think anyone could blame him for admiring her. She was a gorgeous woman and Jimmy was a young single man with a pulse. He was going to notice a pretty girl standing so close to him on an elevator.

She honestly did take his breath away. It was her eyes that had really done it, those big blue eyes that had made him melt and made her almost resemble a little doll. She was a petite thing really, the top of her head reaching his chest. He was pretty sure he’d easily be able to rest his chin on top of her head if she were to stand cradled against him. She seemed so delicate. There was something about her that had made Jimmy want to wrap himself around her and protect her.

She would later explain to him that she’d actually done ballet as a child and had been pretty gifted until she’d torn a tendon in her ankle that killed her ballet career. Her petite stature had caused people to push her towards ballet insisting her body was suited for it. To her credit she had managed to become a talented dancer although she didn't think being petite had aided into that. She did joke puberty and the development of curves had hindered her career long before she’d screwed up her ankle. He could remember her comment “I already had being on the short side working against me, then I got boobs and a butt and I decided I better start turning my attention to painting and photography instead of dance. I got the impression that my career was over long before I messed up my ankle. People were pretty fast to tell me that my body wasn't so suited for dance after I hit puberty hard. My ankle injury gave me an excuse to change my path.”

Jimmy had clung onto that story just as eagerly as he’d clung on to every other word she’d ever said to him over the past year.

Although back then standing in that elevator heading up to the fourth floor, Jimmy would have found it unimaginable to even believe for a second that he would ever have the opportunity to cling on to every word she said.

To say that he was attracted to her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her would be a vast understatement.

She of course had noticed he was staring and she hadn’t been shy to turn her head to face him raising a well manicured eyebrow questioning his obvious gawking.

Jimmy had managed to work the words from his throat, automatically thinking he felt like a moron at his choice in words. “Visiting?”

He’d almost wished he could toss himself down the elevator shaft at the realization of the words that had left him. A voice in the back of his head had been so quick to taunt him “Way to sound nosy and accusatory. You might as well have yelled: you don’t belong here. Nice going, she probably thinks you’re a classist asshole. She has a visitors badge clipped to her dress of course she’s visiting, not that it’s any of your business.’’

Much to his shock and disbelief she hadn’t taken his comment as him being rude. Instead she’d given him a sweet little smile that had made him all the more hers. “Yes, is it really that obvious? I’m actually making a surprise visit to my brother. He’s not expecting me until next week. I’m just hoping he’s not too busy. I know his schedule is a little odd. It’s just been a while since I last saw him. So I thought I’d surprise him at work.”

She’d paused raising an eyebrow at Jimmy’s usual work uniform of pale blue scrubs. She spoke up before Jimmy had a chance to ask about her brother. “Do you work here?”

Jimmy felt the words leave him ignoring the voice that told him he was babbling like an idiot and stumbling over his own words. “Yes, I uh...I w-work in Autopsy actually. I’m the assistant medical examiner….I’m still in school so I can’t really call myself a medical examiner until I pass my licensing exam. So, for now I-I’m just assisting our lead medical examiner Dr. Mallard. I’m usually down there in the basement. I just, I was coming upstairs to use the vending machines in the breakroom on the fourth floor. The vending machine in the basement always steals my dollars and I uh, I thought a soda sounded better than instant coffee.I had an early morning with a body pickup...so, uh, yeah...I-I work here.”

He bit the inside of his cheek to shut himself up knowing he was giving her far more information than she ever asked for. Why was he such an oversharer? He’d always been like this. He could get anxious and he’d find himself unable to stop talking. He never knew how to just sit quietly with his own thoughts.

He was stunned that she didn’t shut down the conversation at the mention of autopsy or a body pickup. Though her eyes did grow a little wide at the concept of just what he did for a living. Much to his shock she spoke the sweet smile not straying from her lips even though it had weakened just a bit as she took in his comments. “Oh, instant coffee is the worst.”

He parted his lips wanting to say something more, anything to keep her talking to him. He wanted to ask her about her brother or hell even ask her for her name.

All of his questions were answered as the elevator stopped at the fourth floor and both Jimmy and his companion stepped out into the passageway.

Jimmy watched stunned as the young woman he’d been so shamelessly admiring tackled the last person Jimmy had ever been expecting into a tight hug.

Ziva and McGee watched just as stunned as Jimmy as Tony lifted the girl from the ground, a foreign look of paternal adoration crossing Tony’s features. The girl giggled clearly accustomed to this type of treatment.

Tony spoke still holding her up ignoring his gawking coworkers. “I thought you weren’t coming until next week?”

She spoke as he finally placed her back on the ground, she straightening out her dress and her purse. “I found an earlier flight for much cheaper. I had demote down from first class but I didn’t mind. Pretzels and soda are just as good as pretzels and champagne even if the seats were a little smaller and I didn’t have as much leg room. My suitcases are downstairs in my rental car and the rest of my belongings are still due to arrive next week unless the movers really screw something up. I’ve already signed the lease on my apartment but I’ve got a hotel in the meantime.”

“You don’t have to stay in a hotel. I have a sofa.” Tony insisted a laugh leaving her as she rolled her eyes clearly resistant to this offer.

“The last time I slept on your futon I had sore hips for days. I think I prefer an actual bed and room service over a futon and cold pizza which I would have to pick all the meat off of in hopes I don’t get sick.” She remarked Tony letting out a scoff at the comment.

He cleared his throat finally noticing they had an audience. He spoke nodding down to her and to Ziva and McGee. “Probie, Ziva, this is my little sister Olivia Dinozzo.”

“Liv, please. Everyone calls me Liv.” She insisted giving a small wave.

“I did not realize you have a sister Tony.” Ziva admitted Mcgee fast to speak up, confirming. “Yeah, you’ve never mentioned it. I thought you were an only child.”

Liv spoke explaining everything. “I’m his half sister. Same dad, So, both progeny of Dinozzo Senior. My mother was his second wife, but not for more than two years. I was a bit of a surprise baby, Tony was already out of the house for most of my childhood. I’ve been living across the country for a few years now and before that I wasn’t even in the United States. I’m a freelance photographer and I’ve done a lot of photography for travel magazines and brochures so I’ve always been on the move. I’ve recently been hired for a teaching position at a community center though, so I’ve settled into the area.”

Tony finally took notice of Jimmy’s presence, taking notice that the young man was still gawking at events that had just taken place. “Autopsy Gremlin, who let you out of the basement? Shoo, get out of here. Don’t make me get a spray bottle after you again.”

Jimmy felt his cheeks flush, he hating that little nickname for the first time ever. Liv thankfully didn’t seem amused by the comment, rolling her eyes giving her brother a nudge as she spoke to Ziva, McGee, and Jimmy. “I am so sorry you all have to work with my brother.”

No one had a chance to respond as Tony spoke, shoving the files he’d been holding all too roughly into McGee’s arms. “Be nice, I'm buying your lunch. I’ll even find a place that serves tofu and lettuce.”

She let out a huff apparently well versed in this conversation. “Just because I’m a vegetarian doesn’t mean my entire diet only consists of tofu and lettuce.”

Jimmy watched hopelessly as Liv left following along behind Tony towards the elevators not giving Jimmy a second glance.

This was just his luck, he’d met a beautiful woman who hadn’t minded his awkward babbling, only to discover she was essentially untouchable.

He felt foolish for even having the thought. Who was to say she’d ever willingly allow him to touch her?

She was so far out of his league that it wasn’t even funny. Besides who was to say he’d ever see her again even if she had mentioned settling down into the area. The Virginia DC area wasn’t tiny, so chances are he’d never see her again.

Maybe Jimmy had just been single for too long now? Dating in combination with his odd career path and the time his schooling demanded wasn’t easy. He’d had more unsuccessful dates than he’d ever admit to, and his last relationship had been less of a relationship and more of a string of hooking up with one another in secret. It had been months since his last relationship had ended. He had been the one who’d ended that relationship admitting he’d wanted more from a romantic partner than the physical aspect of it. He’d had poor luck in actually finding a relationship though.

He’d begun to feel lonelier than he’d ever admit. He was starting to consider possibly giving online dating a try, but it seemed impossible with his erratic schedule and his less than conventional career path.

A small part of him was beginning to lose hope that he’d actually find anyone who would be willing to put up with him.

He told himself he was an idiot for feeling so disappointed that Liv was so unattainable. Pursuing her would never work. Jimmy had a distinct feeling that if he ever dared to even give Liv a flirty smile that Tony would bury him so deep into the ground that the devil himself would need a shovel to dig Jimmy back out again.

It was a lost hopeless cause.

It just wasn’t meant to be.

Much to Jimmy’s surprise though, fate had seemed to decide that it was in fact meant to be.

It had been two weeks since their meeting when fate had seemed to drag them back together.

Jimmy had been enjoying a rare leisurely day at the park enjoying a book and a sandwich he’d gotten from a nearby deli and taking in a nice spring day. He’d barely gotten more than a few bites of his lunch when a rather large dog had come out from nowhere snatching his BLT right from his hands and chomping it down.

He’d been stunned at this turn of events and that dumbstruck feeling had only intensified as a familiar voice sounded out. “Seriously? Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Jimmy had stared dumbfounded as Liv Dinozzo approached him her face flushed and her breathing heavy a sheen of sweat cross her skin. It was clear she’d been running after the dog for a long while now.

She spoke her voice frantic, barely even having the courage to look him in the eyes. This entire situation was beyond awkward. “I am so so so sorry. I was trying to adjust his leash and he worked his way free. He’s not even my dog. I was just walking him as a favor for my neighbor and if I’d known he’d do this I wouldn’t have offered. I’m just new in the area and I thought I’d win some points with my neighbor, since her arm is broken, by offering to walk her dog.”

She paused, finally meeting his gaze, a look of recognition crossing her features. “Wait...I know you. You, uh, you work with my brother right? I didn’t catch your name? We met on the elevator. Please don’t tell me I’m completely wrong about that. I think we’ve met before, right? I really don’t want to make this entire situation all more mortifying.”

He spoke trying not to cringe as the dog licked his hand soaking it clearly searching for another snack. “I, uh, yeah we met. Liv right? Tony didn’t introduce us properly. I’m James Palmer, but uh...everyone calls me Jimmy.”

He cringed even more, counting his blessings that she hadn’t brought up the name Tony had called him Autopsy Gremlin.

She spoke, clearing her throat shifting in place still feeling so horribly embarrassed. “I wish I could say we were meeting again under better circumstances. I can’t begin to express how sorry I am. Please let me make it up to you. I can buy you lunch. Anything you want to eat. Have lunch with me as a way to make up for this all.”

Jimmy felt his heart pound in his chest. She wanted to have lunch with him. Was this real life? He spoke nodding his head frantically. “Okay. I-uh, do you need help with the leash. I may be able to help. I worked as a veterinary tech during a summer in college.”

She handed over the leather leash Jimmy not helping but to appreciate just how silken her skin truly was as her fingertips brushed his.

He’d somehow lived up to his offer to get the leash on thanking his upper body strength as he helped her corral the dog to her car.

He’d tried not to gawk when they’d returned to dog to the brownstone she lived in. It was clear as day that her property was far nicer than Jimmy’s own. It made sense though he guessed, didn’t the Dinozzo’s come from old money? Tony might have been cut off from the family fortune but Liv clearly was not.

If she’d noticed his gawking she’d not mentioned it. To be honest, she’d seemed relieved that he hadn’t brought it up, nor had he mentioned it when she’d insisted on taking him a more expensive bistro than he’d usually eat at.

Much to his surprise and relief talking to Liv Dinozzo had actually felt easy the longer their lunch had lasted, even with his occasional tendency to be a little awkward. She hadn’t seemed to mind that he talked far too much and got far too enthusiastic. If anything she’d found his enthusiasm kind of sweet.

It had been so easy to talk to her that he’d taken a chance and asked to have lunch with her again or maybe dinner with him paying this time.

Much to his shock she’d said yes.

It had become a routine, spending time together. They’d spent months spending quite a bit of time together, going to lunches and dinners and museums and walks through the park.

It was a friendship really and Liv seemed oblivious of Jimmy’s more amorous feelings towards her. Or at least it seemed to Jimmy that she was blind to the fact that he clearly saw her as more than just a new friend.

Jimmy had been incapable of hiding it forever though.

It had started out so innocent. It had been a nice spring day and they’d taken a risk leaving the park and walking a few blocks to an ice cream parlor to cool down.

As they’d been leaving the ice cream parlor a spring storm had hit and they’d gotten caught in the downpour. They’d run the rain soaking them both until they’d found sanctuary under the awning of a building for lease.

Jimmy couldn’t help it. They’d been standing so close to one another the sound of rain hitting the cloth awning above them the scent of rain in the air. He’d looked down at her and she’d been staring up at him and before he’d known it his lips had been pressed to hers.

He’d barely had the mind to even comprehend as she eagerly returned the passion of his kiss, his insecurities far too loud to ignore.

He’d spoken frantically babbling so sure he’d ruined everything. “I am so sorry. I have really screwed this all up. I should have never done that. I did that without even asking you for your consent. I know you aren’t romantically interested in me at all. I understand that you don’t feel the same way about me as I feel about you, and I’m mature enough to accept rejection. I’m just begging you to please not let my lack of judgement ruin any chance of friendship. I swear that will never happ…”

He didn’t have a chance to keep rambling as Liv did the only thing she could think to do to stop him. She placed a hand over his mouth, the action gentle but firm. “Jimmy slow down for a moment and breathe.”

She pulled her hand back after he nodded his head signaling that he understood. The words that left her made his jaw drop. “Why do you think I’m not romantically interested in you?”

Was she being serious? Was this some kind of cruel joke? Was this an attempt to really make it clear she was rejecting him? Did she want him to give her the reason she wouldn’t be interested in him just to make sure he understood why and wouldn’t pull this ever again?

Surely she wasn’t that cruel. He didn’t think she was cruel at all. She didn’t seem cruel enough to force him to vocalize the cold harsh truth like this.

He spoke his shoulders sagging, his brows furrowed, the answer seeming so obvious. “You’re out of my league. How could you ever even have me on your radar? Why would you ever be interested in me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be interested?” She asked, causing his jaw to drop once again.

She spoke again, shaking her head at the sheer ridiculousness of this moment. How could such an intelligent man be so oblivious? “I have been flirting with you for over a month now. I must be really shitty at it if you didn’t figure it out.”

He spoke his brain going a mile a second trying to think over every second they’d spent together over the past month. “You were?”

She wanted to bury her head in her hands at the question. God, he really was clueless wasn’t he? “Yes, very bluntly. Honestly, I was flirting with you long before that. You didn’t seem to be getting the hint though, so over this past month I’ve really amped it up. You really didn’t think I needed to ask your opinions on anatomy for that art piece I was working on did you?”

She spoke again, spotting the look of confusion on his face. “You’ve been to my place Jimmy. You’ve seen my bookcases. I have more than enough books that I could turn to for reference if I had a question about getting the anatomy accurate on a painting.”

He felt his cheeks flush at the realization. He’d honestly missed all the signs. If anything he’d just read her jokes and smiles and friendliness. He’d thought she was asking for his help because she’d wanted to get back into painting and he had a deep understanding of anatomy. She’d insisted that he was the only one she trusted to guide her. She’d insisted he had the advantage of both having an analytical mind thanks to his medical knowledge and a creative mind thanks to his own passion for art. He’d been flattered by her insistence and had missed that the praise she’d given him had a flirty undertone to it. Sure, he’d noticed lingering touches and deep gazes but he’d assumed it was all in his head.

She spoke shaking her head slightly. It would be pathetic if he wasn’t so sweet. “Jimmy you asked how you could ever be on my radar, but how could you not be? I mean...did you miss the part where I kissed you back?”

He’d spoken surprised by an uncharacteristic surge of confidence sounding far smoother than he was sure he’d ever sounded. “I may have missed it. Could you refresh my memory?”

She’d leaned up her lips pressing to his he easily melting into the kiss returning it eagerly his arms encircling her waist pleased to find she fit against him just as perfectly as he’d imagined she would.

The smoothness faded from his voice, he sounding uncertain as he pulled his lips from hers. “What does this mean for us?”

She’d not minded his lack of confidence, her hand stroking his jawline, he leaning into her touch as she reassured him. “I didn’t work so hard flirting with you for months now for us not to make things official.”

And they had made things official.

There had only been one problem; Anthony Dinozzo Jr.

Liv had looked so guilty and so afraid when she’d brought it up only a month into Jimmy’s and her romantic relationship. “We don’t have to keep it from him forever, Jimmy. Trust me, this isn’t me being ashamed to be with you. I promise you it isn’t. I adore you so much. You’ve been so perfect and so sweet and I love being with you. Please don’t think I could ever be ashamed to tell anyone. Tony is just..Our childhood was a disaster. Dinozzo Sr. isn’t the warm fuzzy take you to watch baseball kind of dad. Trust me. Most of the kids I grew up with were shoved off on nannies the second we popped out of the womb.”

She paused shaking her head. “You know my mom died when I was four and even though she’d already left Dinozzo Sr. custody of me still went to him. Tony was in boarding school by then and Dinozzo Sr. wasn’t into actually raising me. So nannies took over all the parenting. It was just the normal thing to do in that environment. It just creates a cycle where parents find it easier to throw money at their kids instead of giving them any attention and the kids act out to get attention. Dinozzo Sr. really only gave me attention when he needed to make himself look good. And Tony was out of the house for good when I was a preteen, so I was left alone with that.”

She paused again clearing her throat. “I rebelled. I was hungry for any kind of attention even if it was negative. I had a pretty intense party girl phase starting in my teens and lasting into my early twenties. I wasn’t the only one...you know the stereotype, rich kids having the world and squandering and not appreciating the opportunities they’re given. I wanted my dad’s attention and he didn’t even notice. I think he didn’t write me out of the will and cut me off because he’d already done that song and dance with Tony. I guess it was too shameful to have two disowned kids instead of just one. He kept feeding my trust fund and pretended not to notice when I acted out.. So I sought out attention from other sources and found myself in some pretty awful situations. I mean..it was chaos and I was right there in the middle of it. I managed to stay clean at least when it came to anything harder than pot. I still partied too much though. My friend group didn’t shy away from the harder stuff and I didn’t have the sense to stay away from them. When things got scary, I couldn’t call my dad because he wouldn’t come rescue me. Tony was the only one who was ever there for me.”

“He was the only one you could trust.” Jimmy remarked Liv letting out a soft sigh nodding her head.

She spoke again. “I called Tony to bail me out of whatever mess I’d gotten myself into more than once. When I hit rock bottom he helped me sort my shit out. Even though it’s been a few years and I’m in a far better place emotionally, Tony still sees me as a scared little girl who finds herself in messes and needs rescuing. He is overprotective and anytime a guy shows me any interest he scares them off. I know you’re going to try to reassure me that he won’t scare you off...but that’s not my biggest worry.”

She paused taking a deep breath and deciding to just be blunt about it. “My brother has a gun and he knows exactly how to use it Jimmy.”

Jimmy felt himself pale at what she was insinuating. She spoke once again spelling it out even more her eyes beginning to water. “I don’t know how he would react, especially considering you technically work together. I think he just needs time to see that I’m really okay and that I’ve grown up and am no longer the girl I used to be. He needs to understand I don’t need him to protect me anymore. I don’t want us to keep our relationship a secret from him, but I don’t know what else we can do for now. I know it’s so unfair for me to ask that of you and I know it makes the worst girlfriend on the planet. I wish there was a better way, I jus…”

She didn’t have a chance to keep speaking as Jimmy spoke interrupting her his heart aching at the tears in her eyes. He couldn’t take her crying. He couldn’t stand the thought of it. She was far too beautiful to be filled with any sorrow. “I don’t like keeping it a secret either. You aren’t the worst girlfriend on the planet though, I promise. I’m okay with following your lead on this. We can do what you think is right for as long as you need. I like you too much to risk anything. Whatever makes you comfortable, I’m going to support you.”

They hadn’t intended it to be a year later and for them to be no closer to telling Tony the truth, but the timing had just never seemed right.

So they had persisted on like this, keeping Tony in the dark about everything.

There had only been one time where he’d almost discovered it all and that had been when Liv had called her number flashing along Jimmy’s cell’s screen in front of Tony. Jimmy had felt his stomach drop at Tony spoke. “Why is my sister calling you?”

Jimmy had spoken silencing his phone the lie falling from him. “I’m helping her with an art piece.She wanted some insight on anatomy and I offered to help…I uh, we ran into each other at a coffee shop a little while back and she remembered that you and I work together and asked for my help. So, I’ve just been giving her a second opinion on her work from a more analytical standpoint.”

He felt his heart drop Tony making it obvious he didn’t like this information. “I’d rather her ask Ducky for an anatomy lesson. Watch yourself Palmer.”

That had been a clear sign to Jimmy that they probably were doing the right thing keeping it a secret. He’d spotted a dangerous edge to Tony’s voice that day and Jimmy had easily remembered Tony’s gun.

As time went on though Jimmy knew it couldn’t stay a secret forever. Especially if they wanted any kind of future together.

Their relationship had grown serious. It was serious enough that Jimmy had introduced Liv to his family. He’d been able to at least announce that she was his girlfriend in that environment even if it was a secret at work.

Jimmy couldn’t help but to fear that they were getting a little too sloppy lately though, considering the evidence of their relationship had appeared on his neck more than once these past few months.

He tried his best to shake his worries from his mind as he arrived at her place; he was almost able to go on autopilot at this point when it came to the trip to her apartment after work.

Jimmy wasn’t surprised that she embraced him the second he walked through her door he barely having time to drop his bag and his spare key.

He buried his face against her taking in her familiar smell and the warmth of her body, the smell and touch feeling soothing after the day he’d had.

They stood there silently holding on to one another, soaking up the moment before she finally spoke, only pulling back from him far enough to speak clearly. “You smell like stinky hospital soap.”

He managed to chuckle at this pointing out the truth. “It’s preferable to what I smelled like before I used the hazmat shower at work.”

She spoke not shy about asking as she straightened out his tie the deep silver material having been a gift from her. It was a nice silk blend that he would never have gotten for himself. “That bad?”

“Awful.” He admitted his stomach turning at the memory.

She spoke nodding her head trying not to cringe at her own question or the information she risked receiving. “Worst than the body Dr. Mallard and you pulled from that sauna a few months ago?”

“So much worse. The sauna body may have been a pile of sludgy decomp, but this body today was pulled from a lake. So it was bloated and it smelled like severe decay and fish and algae all at once. The fish had gotten to some of the body so we’re working with a mess. I thought the smell would never leave my sinuses. Dr. Mallard took some sympathy on me and let me use the hazmat shower again.”

Liv nodded her head at this information trying not to visibly shudder at the imagery. She’d long ago figured out that when it came to her boyfriend’s odd career choice she had to have a tough stomach and strong will if she ever wanted him to feel comfortable venting about work to her or expressing excitement about something he’d found interesting at work.

She’d learned far more about decomposition and murder than she ever wanted to know, but she’d kept her disgust at bay telling herself being able to have Jimmy share the events of his day with her was well worth the disgusting details.

He’d been so hesitant to share the details with her at the beginning of their relationship, admitting to her that most people were uncomfortable with the details surrounding his job. She’d gently reassured him though that he should be allowed to share details about his day with her. If needed to vent about something he found frustrating or share something he found fascinating, she didn’t want him to have hesitations. She’d reassured him that if it ever became too much or too disturbing she’d stop him. She’d done her very best to resist stopping him from sharing with her though. She just wanted to be the best girlfriend possible. He needed someone to share his burdens with who wouldn’t judge him.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek her voice soft and reassuring. “Did it totally kill your appetite? Please tell me you didn’t skip dinner. You know your blood sugar plummets when you skip out on eating.”

He pressed a kiss to her temple not at all minding her scolding. “I ate. Dr. Mallard bought me dinner. Speaking of, he wants us to come to dinner Sunday. I told him I would need to check with you before I committed, just in case you had plans for us.”

“I don’t have any plans for us. I’d be happy to have dinner with him.” She reassured Jimmy trying her best to pretend she wasn’t still trying to shake the image of corpse eating fish from her brain.

Jimmy nodded his head relieved that she never seemed to be tempted to turn down Ducky’s dinner invites.

Dr. Mallard was the only person Jimmy worked with who knew about Liv and he. It had been an accident, telling Dr. Mallard.

Jimmy had been in the middle of assisting with an autopsy when Dr. Mallard had been rattling on about a case he’d worked where a man had been poisoned with cyanide being added to his palak paneer. The man had never seen it coming, his wife had poisoned him knowing he wouldn’t suspect her to poison his favorite meal.”

Jimmy had felt the words leave him before he could stop it. “I may need to tell Liv that Indian food night is cancelled for a little while.”

He’d felt his cheeks flush relieved that it had just been him and Dr. Mallard here to hear this information. He’d frantically explained it all, admitting the truth and confirming that Liv was Olivia Dinozzo and yes they were an item and please don’t tell Tony.

Much to Jimmy’s relief Dr. Mallard had agreed to keep his secret though he’d left him with a firm warning. Secrets couldn’t stay secrets forever and when the truth came out the fallout might not be so pleasant.

Jimmy had been relieved that Liv hadn’t been upset that he’d let their secret slip once he’d reassured her it was safe with Dr. Mallard.

Liv pressed her lips to his he easily melting into it as he always seemed to do. She giggled he so clearly chasing her lips for another kiss as she pulled away and spoke. “Can you hold off on calling him to confirm our invite until tomorrow. I have plans for you tonight.”

“Oh you do?” He asked as she pressed another kiss to his lips.

“So many plans.” She insisted her lips trailing down his neck a giggle leaving her as she spotted evidence of the last time they’d gotten a little caught up in one another.

She spoke an apologetic tone crossing her voice. “I’m sorry I made such a mess of your neck.”

He let out a soft sigh nodding his head. “Tony pointed it out, but I deflected it. He’ll probably drop it once something else attracts his attention. He’ll have the whole weekend to forget it.”

She nodded her head trying to pretend her stomach wasn’t turning at this knowledge that her brother might be catching on. He had no reason to suspect she was the one who’d left all those hickies on Jimmy’s neck. After all, Jimmy was careful enough to return them on her skin in places she could easily hide. Not to mention Tony had no idea that Jimmy and she spent any time together aside from the occasional “art project” Jimmy helped her with.

She knew it was getting more and more difficult to hide the truth. The more intertwined Jimmy’s and her life became the more they risked Tony finding out in the worst way possible.

There had been so many moments over the past year that Liv had wanted to tell Tony everything. She’d rehearsed it all in her head practicing the words again and again. She’d told herself that she just needed to have a heart-to-heart with her older brother and confess exactly how she felt about Jimmy and exactly how she felt in general. The timing was never right though. She never quite worked up the nerve to just bite the bullet and tell Tony everything.

She’d be lying if she tried to pretend that she didn’t feel like the worst girlfriend on the planet. After all, she’d met Jimmy’s entire family but she couldn’t find the balls to tell her own brother about Jimmy. Jimmy had been so proud to introduce her to his mother and his sister and grandmother. Why couldn’t she be proud to tell Tony that Jimmy was her boyfriend.

She knew the longer this went on the worst the outcome would be. The consequence of her choice would bite her in the ass eventually.

Deep down she knew the truth would need to come out sooner than later especially as Jimmy and she began to discuss their plans for the future and the fact that those plans very much involved one another.

She tried to push the worries from her mind as she spoke a soft sigh leaving her. “I’ll be more careful from now on. In my defense though, I just couldn’t help myself. You were being so cute and cuddly and we were having a lazy morning. I just got caught up in how sweet and handsome you are and how much I love you.”

“We were having a nice morning, I love you too.” Jimmy responded unable to stop the dreamy smile crossing his lips at the memory of exactly what they’d been doing when she’d left deep purple hickies along his neck.

To be fair he had left a share of his own lovebites along her body.

She ran her lips down his jaw running them lightly along his neck as she spoke. “So, I got a new camera.”

He felt his breath hitch finding it hard to concentrate when she was standing this close to him, her lips sliding along his skin. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh, It’s a pretty nice vintage Canon 35 mm camera from the late seventies I’ve had my eye on for a while. I finally found a refurbished one that is almost as good as new. I’m thinking I want to try doing a series of photos with it, maybe using some black and white film and doing it all old school. The only problem is I need to test it out first, make sure the film I got for it is good to go. I’m going to develop all the pictures myself and make sure it’s taking nice clear photos.” She explained pausing running her lips along the nape of his neck loosening his tie and unfastening hsi dress shirt just enough to reach his bare skin.

She spoke again already knowing she would have very little trouble convincing him. “So, do you want to help me test my camera out?”

He nodded his head eagerly unashamed of just how needy he sounded as the words left him. “I’m always happy to be your test model.”

She chuckled as she turned, taking his hands in hers leading him back towards her bedroom. “You were way too easy to convince. I didn’t even have to bribe you with an offer to take some nude photos for you.”

“Can we bring that offer back to the table?” he asked unashamedly, following her to her bedroom and whatever she had planned for him so eagerly.

“Sit still for a few photos and we’ll see.” She remarked already knowing he’d probably sit through however many photos she wanted even without a bribe.

He loved her far too much to say no, and she had no problem taking full advantage of it.

Needless to say, she had a feeling she might not be able to hold true to her promise to be a little more careful when it came to leaving lovebites along Jimmy’s neck.

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A loud bang wasn’t the ideal way to wake up early on a Saturday morning. The banging persisted even as she attempted to bury her head underneath her pillow.

She let out a groan rolling her eyes as it hit her that Jimmy was still fast asleep apparently he was far too drained from the day before and the late night they’d had to allow something like some persistent knocks at her front door to wake him.

The only indication he gave that he was even aware of the situation was a drowsy half asleep comment muffled against his pillow “Tell the neighbor to be quiet, too early baby. Oli make em be quiet.”

She shook her head knowing it did no good to wake him and explain exactly what was happening. He worked so hard during the week. He deserved to have a restful sleep on the weekends. He needed his rest. She just had to go tell whoever was at her front door this early to get lost and then she could go back to sleep too.

She pulled herself from the bed finding one of Jimmy’s t-shirts and a pair of panties knowing the shirt was large enough to cover her lower half. To be safe she at least put a kimono on over the makeshift outfit knowing a little extra coverage would be wise.

She moved quickly, shutting the bedroom door behind her and making her way to the front door where the knocking continued.

She peered through the peephole, her stomach dropping. Well crap. She hoped Jimmy really was sleeping as deep as he’d seemed to be just a moment ago.

She just had to crack the door and get rid of Tony, and she could go back to bed with no one being the wiser about just who was sleeping nude in her bed.

She attempted to do just that, Tony not shy about speaking far too loudly for this time of the morning. “What the hell? I thought you’d never answer the door.”

“It’s Saturday morning.” She responded keeping the door cracked, hoping he’d get whatever he wanted out fast so she could get rid of him.

“I called but you didn’t answer. I need help. You remember Gina?” Tony insisted reaching forward pushing the door.

“Barely, what about her?” Liv asked, attempting to push back against the door trying to keep him out of her apartment and keep her cool pretending that his coworker wasn’t asleep in her bedroom.

Despite her attempts to keep the door shut Tony managed to work it open, letting himself in. “I thought I’d finally got rid of her but she found me when I went out last night and the only way I could escape was by telling her my sister had an emergency. We were at my place and she wasn’t leaving without a fight. I was desperate to get out of there. She might still be at my place. I just need somewhere to lie low until she gets bored and leaves.”

“That was last night, did you seriously sleep with her and now you’re trying to use me as an excuse to ditch her?” Liv asked deep down inside knowing that she already knew the answer to this question.

She might love Tony, but she couldn’t deny the fact that her older brother could be, well, a giant asshole at times. The man was the poster child for commitment issues.

“Well, when you put it that way it sounds bad., I can’t help it, Livy, she has this power over me. I cannot tell her no and then when I have a chance to regret it then it’s already too late.” Tony insisted not taking notice of Jimmy’s messenger bag on her floor.

He did notice something else of Jimmy’s though. “Wait a minute, you didn’t go to Georgetown.”

Liv felt her heart drop as she realized Tony was staring down at her t-shirt, the same t-shirt Jimmy had worn to bed last night and had ditched at some point when they’d decided to go for a round two where he’d left a very noticeable hickey long her left thigh as revenge for the new lovebite she’d given him along his collarbone.

She parted her lips trying to come up with a lie fast, but she didn’t have a chance as the actual owner of her t-shirt made his way into the room rubbing the sleep from his eyes not even noticing his girlfriend’s guest as he obstructed his own vision with his hand.

At least he’d managed to grab a pair of boxers from the floor instead of wandering into the room as nude as he’d been just a moment ago.

He spoke as he continued to rub the sleep from his eyes still oblivious to the situation at hand. “Baby it’s so early, why are you up? I thought I heard knocking but then…”

He felt the statement die on his lips as he lowered his hand, his stomach dropping as he realized the reality of their current predicament.

Tony moved quickly, starting to race towards Jimmy, his eyes narrowing. He spoke as Liv moved just as fast stepping between the men before things got too far. “What the hell Palmer? That’s my sister!”

Jimmy parted his lips, his voice sounding out though his throat was tightening panic bubbling in his gut. “Tony, I can explain everything.”

“Can you explain it? What the hell is there to explain? You’re sleeping with my sister? Oh god, she’s the one who’s been leaving all those hickies on your neck? You’re seriously hooking up with my little sister. You were in such a rush to leave work last night so you could come...have fun with my baby sister!.” Tony exclaimed disgust and rage crossing his features, he still attempting to reach forward more than likely debating throwing a punch Jimmy’s way.

“It’s not like that!” Jimmy exclaimed in response. It wasn’t just sex, he had to explain that this wasn’t just a case of him having some sort of friends with benefits situation with Liv.

“It sure as hell looks like that!” Tony remarked Liv pushing him forward trying her best to keep her enraged brother and her horrified boyfriend apart before someone got hurt.

She spoke trying to be the voice of reason. “We’re together Tony. We wanted to tell you…”

“Together? Are you serious?” Tony asked he moving forward again Liv pushing him away trying her best to keep the peace.

“Yes, together, we’ve been dating for a year now and we never meant for it to stay a secret this long. We just didn’t know how to tell you.” She explained, Jimmy fast to speak trying to support her and be another voice of reason. “I love her Tony. I promise you I’ve always had the best of intentions with Liv. She means the world to me.”

Tony spoke shaking his head disgust still written across his features he not hearing anything Jimmy had to say about any of this. “ My coworker Olivia? Him? Why didn’t you just twist the knife in more and sleep with Probie while you were at it.”

Liv let out a huff shaking her head trying not to sound offended by what he seemed to be insinuating. “I wasn’t just hooking up with Jimmy with no strings attached. This hasn’t just been sex. Believe it or not but I’m capable of having a loving stable relationship with someone who genuinely cares for me.”

Tony spoke so angry that he wasn’t going to shy away from going for a nerve he knew he could strike. “Well what else am I supposed to think Olivia? Considering your past, are you really surprised I don’t think the worst of your choice in men?”

“Don’t you dare. You have no right to hold any of that over my head!” Liv snapped her voice rising Jimmy shocked to hear a dangerous edge to her voice that was so unlike his girlfriend’s usual sweet gentle demeanor.

Tony scoffed at this comment. “Really? I don't have a right? You seem to forget that I’m always the one who has to clean up your messes.”

“That isn’t true! I’m not that person any more and you have no right to pretend I didn’t work hard to be a better person! I’ve worked so hard and you still treat me like I’m a disaster!” She cried out, her voice still so filled with rage.

Jimmy spoke, attempting to stop this before it got even uglier. “Tony, come on, this isn’t fair.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Palmer. Just how much has she told you about herself?” Tony snapped clearly ready to strike for blood and hurt his sister in exchange for her betrayal.

“Shut up Tony.” Liv snarled quickly, losing her cool the more Tony spoke.

Tony didn’t hold back letting his anger get the best of him. “Do you know how many times I’ve rescued her from whatever shitty situation she decided to get herself into? I have spent so many nights driving out to nightclubs or one of her shitty friend’s penthouses to save her because things got a little too real for her to handle. Did she tell you about the boyfriend who got coked out of his brain and she had to lock herself in a bathroom and call me to come save her because she was afraid he might hurt her? Or maybe she told you about the time she had to leave some guy’s apartment at two am and she wound up wandering the streets until she found a phonebooth to call me to come get her on a bad side of town. Or maybe she told you about the time she got herself arrested for being intoxicated and fighting with some guy in a parking lot at a seedy nightclub, so our father had to throw money at a judge to get the charges dropped? But Senior wasn’t ever there to actually rescue her. It’s always been me. Our father just throws more money at her and she keeps getting into trouble and never learning. I’m the one who always has to be the responsible one and stop her from getting hurt.”

Tony paused, regretting the words the moment they left his lips. “Trust me Palmer, I know my sister. She’s always been like this. Too much to put up with and too hard to love. She’s so starved for affection that she jumps into bed with anyone who’ll have her. So forgive me for not believing she’s actually got her shit together for once.”

The harsh tone that Liv’s lips shocked both men her voice cracking as she spoke. “Get out of my apartment!”

Tony took a deep breath calming his anger realizing he’d really messed up. He’d tried to go for a jugular to hurt her and he’d succeeded. “Liv please…”

“Get the fuck out!” She snapped her voice sounding shrill an explosive anger leaving her so unlike her.

Tony parted his lips trying to find the words but Jimmy spoke deciding to do what needed to be done. He had promised Liv he’d support her in whatever she needed to do, and he meant it. “You need to leave Tony. Just go.”

Tony looked as though he wanted to protest but he let out a deep breath taking one final apologetic glance his sister’s way before he finally left the apartment.

Jimmy and Olivia stood in silence Jimmy fearing her silence meant the worst. The insecure little voice in the back of his brain told him she’d want to be alone now. She’d blame him for wrecking her relationship with her brother. She’d want him to go.

He spoke praying the voice wasn’t true. “Oli.”

She turned taking him by shock her arms wrapping around his torso she squeezing him so tight it almost hurt. She spoke her voice sounding weepy as she tried and failed not to cry. “Jimmy.”

He rocked her against him as she spoke her voice still so tearful. “Please don’t leave me.”

Jimmy was fast to speak stunned she’d been just as afraid of his abandonment as he’d been afraid of hers. “Never, I’m never going to leave you.”

He continued to rock her against him as she cried, his heart breaking. He still couldn’t stand to see her cry. “I’ve got you, it’s okay. It'll all be okay. I love you.”

He repeated the words like a mantra rocking her against him as her body finally grew weak she unable to force herself to cry more even if she wanted to. “I love you. I’ve changed. I promise I’m not that girl anymore.”

“I know you aren’t. I know you weren’t her when we met at all. You’re you Oli. You’re the beautiful woman who took my breath away that day in that NCIS elevator. You’re the sweet gentle girl who bought me lunch because your neighbor's dog stole mine. You’re the girl who I kissed in the rain and all I could think was that you tasted like strawberry ice cream and all my dreams coming true. You’re the girl who kisses every inch of me and takes too many photos of me. You’re the beautiful girl who won’t let me tell you that I’m so unattractive that I’ll break your camera. You tell me all the things you like about me and make me feel more secure than anyone ever has and ever will. I know who you are.”

She closed her eyes praying to whoever might be listening that he meant it all. He spoke again trying to make his point clear. “You aren’t hard to love. You’re so easy for me to love.”

The statement caused more tears to fall she somehow clinging to him all the tighter. He managed to speak once again doing all he could to find some small way to soothe her. “Come on lets go get a bath okay. Just let me hold you in the bath for a little while. We can use that chamomile bubble bath soap you like to use when you’re having a bad day. Let me take care of you Oli.”

She nodded her head wordlessly, her body feeling so tired. She felt so exhausted as she tried to wrap her brain around Tony’s statement. He’d thrown all her worst fears right in her face. It hurt, it hurt so much. He was the only family she’d trusted and he’d said she was hard to love.

Jimmy pressed a kiss to her temple, making a silent promise to himself that he would do whatever it took to reassure her of his love. He didn’t care what it took.

He swallowed the lump in his throat trying to push back the anger bubbling in his gut. He wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive Tony Dinozzo for what he’d said and he definitely didn’t think he could forgive him for making her cry.

Jimmy would do whatever it took to make sure she never had a reason to cry by his side ever again.

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The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 2

Summary: Henry reconsiders his opinion about Adelaide and they are going to face their first challenge.

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 4.5k

Warnings: None

A/N: First, I want to say thank you for everyone’s sweet words. It really means a lot to me. Second, there is an obstacle course in this, but since I know next to nothing about those, I did some research on it and let’s hope it accurate 😂

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When Henry first arrived, waiting for Adelaide Park to make an appearance in the lousy hotel room, he really wasn’t look forward to it. He had to force himself to think positively about her. He is not the type of man that thinks lowly of a woman. He wasn’t raised like that and if his mother found out how he was thinking about Adelaide, she’d probably slap him and rightly so.

However, Adelaide Park and her reputation really make it difficult not to think lowly of her. He can’t stop thinking about all the interviews she gave, seeing her frowning and not looking at the interviewer in question.

On the other hand, he admires her work ethic. Angela Bassett once worked with her and when it came out that Adelaide was going to be his partner on this show, she actually called him, to tell him that Adelaide is a delight to be around with.

And of course he trusts a woman like Angela Bassett, but there is something about Adelaide and her reputation that is bothering him. Is she really this ditzy or is she just pretending? And if it’s the latter, why on earth would she be pretending? Wasn’t it better to be yourself? Of course, you always have this certain image you want to keep up, but Henry couldn’t possibly think that this is the image you want to put up.

When he met Adelaide however, something changed deep inside of him. Her lightish brown hair, her smile that could light up the entire room and how petite she was looking, especially compared to him. He still sees her face when she noticed the carseat, but once she was sitting on it, she actually matched up with his height, but it must’ve been embarrassing, he can imagine.

But there was something else: the sadness in her eyes that she let slip through every now and then. He wondered why she was sad. She seemed like the type of woman that had it all. She had a consistent fanbase, she had tons of work and won tons of prizes over the course of her pretty short acting career.

And come to think of it, she was actually quite funny, though it wasn’t her intention. Just like her acting, it’s really her facial expressions that tell exactly what she is thinking.

Adelaide went to bed pretty early, because she was trying to get over her jet lag as soon as possible. Tomorrow would be a relaxing day for the both of them and he was actually happy that the actual show with actual challenges was delayed for one more day. He really wasn’t looking forward to it.

She told him he can sleep in the same bed as her, but when he got to bed later that night, he saw that she placed a wall of pillows in the middle. During the night, she had wrapped her arms around one pillow and since he had trouble falling to sleep, he took a good look at her bare face. She was twenty five, but without make-up, she looked like she did in the first episode of ‘Remembering High School’.

Seeing how innocent she looked, he all of the sudden actually felt a bit bad for her. He was simply using her to get the part of his dreams. But she would understand that, right? He means, she’s an actress and there must be a part that she would do anything for? Maybe she is here for the exact same reason as he is…

Why doesn’t that seem like a possibility? Adelaide’s heart seems way too pure for that.

Henry pushes himself out of the bed at around eight in the morning. Adelaide is still in a deep sleep, so he decides to get started on breakfast. While the coffee is dripping, he looks through the kitchen cabinets and decides to make some pancakes, because who doesn’t love pancakes?

After he is done (and he didn’t burn a single one, his mom would be proud), he hears her footsteps coming into the living room. ‘Morning,’ he says, as he walks out of the kitchen, the coffee pot in hand. ‘Coffee?’

‘Morning,’ Adelaide says, still rubbing her eyes. It’s like she only now realizes that he asked her a question. ‘Coffee?’ she asks.

He simply nods.

‘Sure,’ she says, still a bit hesitant. She frowns, as he sees her trying to sniff up the scent. ‘What are you doing?’

‘I made breakfast.’

‘Why?’

He did not expect that. What kind of question is that? ‘Figured you would like that.’

Adelaide looks at him for a few long seconds, before she sits down at the table. ‘That’s so thoughtful.’

How does that one sentence, go straight to his heart? When was the last time someone outside his family and his select group of friends, said something like that to him?

Henry doesn’t even know how to respond, so he quickly places the stack of pancakes in front of her and she smiles. ‘What?’ he asks, a smile forming on his lips before he can even think about stopping it. What is happening to him? Was he turning soft for her?

Adelaide shakes her head. ‘It’s weird, really.’

‘High doubt it,’ he retorts.

She lets out a sigh. ‘This is the first time I’ve ever had pancakes.’

Say what now? Is she serious? ‘How?’ he asks. ‘How can you never had pancakes before?’

She shrugs. ‘We just ate other things at home,’ she says, but he feels there is more to the story than that. He constantly feels like there is so much more to her story. Just like how he knows that there is something going on inside her head, that is probably worth hearing for.

She grabs one pancake, the maple syrup and she must’ve seen tons of movies to see how you eat pancakes, because she looks like an avid pancake eater.

He looks at Adelaide, who eats ridiculously slowly. He wonders what she is thinking, because she is not saying anything during breakfast. She takes small bites and chews on it for awhile. Henry knows he shouldn’t watch her as closely as he is doing right now, but he can’t help it.

She’s so different from what he is used to.

After two pancakes, she leaves two bites on her plate. ‘You want me to help with the…dishes?’ she asks.

‘No, I can do it.’

She informs him that she is getting ready for today, but before she exits the room, she turns around. ‘Henry,’ she says, causing him to look up. ‘Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.’

He stares at her blankly, as he is taking in her ‘thank you’. During fan meetings, fans usually take pictures, say something about how handsome he is and then simply walk away. But hearing a thank you for something he did, as minor as making her breakfast and setting her coffee… It melts his heart.

Before he can say something to her, she walks out of the living room.

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Spending hours on end with Adelaide, causes Henry to discover a few things about her. One, she doesn’t seem to give a shit about jet lags, because she is functioning like a normal human being. Two, she doesn’t finish her food, consistently leaving two or three bites on her plate. Three, she is slowly becoming more comfortable and he finally understands a bit why Angela Bassett spoke so highly of her. She is really nice and when she smiles, that sadness in her eyes disappears. She is actually also quite sassy from time to time, only using her eyebrows and her smirk. She thanks him for simple things he does and he never knew how much a simple ‘thank you’ could make your entire day. It makes you feel noticed and when was the last time he felt noticed for something he did, instead of for his looks.

After a long day of doing nothing really, they watch some television and her first sitcom ‘Remembering High School’ is on, however with reality shows like they’re in now, you never know if it’s accidental or not.

As he stares at the television and sees a young version of Adelaide on the screen, her cheeks a bit rounder. It’s weird to think that this is only five years ago. Her career really took a leap after this sitcom.

Her character Lilian has a frown on her face. ‘What do you think you are doing?’ she asks Tom, another main character who is fiddling her locker.

He stops with what he is doing, as if he burned himself. ‘Nothing.’

‘Liar liar, pants on fire,’ Lilian singsongs with a smile on her face. ‘Tom, you have been acting weird all day long. What’s up? Is it something I did?’’

‘No, no, of course not, it’s nothing you did.’ Tom hesitates for a second, before he licks his lips. ‘You know, I’m just going to say it. I’m madly in love with you, Lilian. That rose you got on Valentines Day? That was mine. The answers for next weeks test? I gave that to you, because I knew you were stressing out. It’s just that I really really like you and I understand that you don’t like me, but I had to get this of my chest.’

The main premise of this show, is basically a bit of ‘How I Met Your Mother’, however, this actually seems a bit more realistic and the diversity in the show is a whole lot better. Every season covers a new class reunion, where they all come together with their families, talking about high school and their experiences. It is a fun show, Henry watched it quite a few times actually.

The thing about this show, was that it always feels homey and you didn’t even have to know the entire storyline, to follow it.

‘You like me?’ Lilian asks and when Henry looks at the screen, he sees what Adelaide Park is best at: her facial expressions. He stares at the visibly confused look on her face, the tiny frown between her brows, her lips slightly apart.

‘I should go,’ Tom announces, causing the audience to aww. He walks through the hallway, around the corner, when Lilian grabs his hand. ‘Wha—’ he starts, but Lilian interrupts him by saying: ‘I’m falling in love with you too, Tom.’

The audience starts to applaud and to whistle. The two have to wait until it’s all over, something that Henry actually admires. It takes a lot of improvising he can imagine. ‘Can I kiss you?’ Lillian asks him.

‘Of course,’ Tom manages to stutter.

Henry can’t help but actually chuckle as he stares at the two on the screen, who both have red blushes on their cheeks. ‘You both seem nervous.’

‘Well, we were,’ Adelaide says, as she scrunches up her nose when she averts her eyes from the television as their characters kiss. ‘It was my first kiss in general and his first one screen kiss.’

‘Really?’ he asks. ‘Your first kiss?’ Wasn’t she like nineteen or twenty on this show?

‘I was a late bloomer,’ she admits. He sees how a blush forms on her cheeks again and before he can asks her another question (he has tons, because he really wants to know more about starring on a sitcom), she gets up. ‘I’m going to sleep,’ she announces.

Why is he genuinely disappointed? ‘I’ll try and not wake you up this time,’ he tells her, remembering how he tripped and made tons of noise as he walked into the bedroom last night, causing her to wake up.

Adelaide chuckles. ‘Thanks.’ She stands up and he can’t help but stare after her. Even when the door is long closed, he keeps on staring at the light brown wood.

Henry is embarrassed that he thought so little of her. She is quite special, though he still has to figure her out a bit.

But he has weeks to get to know her.

◎ ◎ ◎

The next morning a loud voice over wakes them up at the crack of dawn. Adelaide screams as she wakes up, before rubbing her face when she realizes that it’s nothing serious. They have to get ready in sport gear in forty minutes and be outside on the field, so they can meet the others, for their first assignment.

‘You okay?’ Henry asks Adelaide, who is taking deep breaths, combing through her hair with her fingers. Less than a week ago he was bitching about her in his head and now he is genuinely worried about her.

And why?

He doesn’t even know that. She has been really good at not going into her personal life too much, almost as if she is doing it for years.

But it’s true when he thinks about it. No one knows a lot about her. He tried to look some things up about her when he found out he was going to work with her, but it wasn’t anything that he and the rest of the world already knew. It’s weird, that even people at her school say that she was pretty quiet and to herself, but that no one could think about something memorable she did. Was she that invisible? He can barely understand that. Not much about her family life is known, except that her parents were Korean, who moved from South-Korea to America years before she was born.

‘I’m okay,’ she says, faking a smile on her face. ‘You mind if I go into the bathroom first?’

‘Please, go.’

Adelaide gets out of bed, walks passed her suitcase to grab some clothes and wanders off to the bathroom. He slowly forces himself out of bed, to grab the sports clothes he is thinking about wearing.

She walks into the bedroom again, to grab her sport shoes. ‘The bathroom is yours.’

But Henry barely registries it, because he looks at her attire. He notices she is wearing a bit of make-up, but nothing extravagant and she did her short hair into two Dutch braids. She is wearing a pair of black sport leggings, that show off her slender legs and a tight white sports shirt, accentuating her narrow waist. When she grabs her shoes and she stands up straight again, her gaze meets his. ‘What?’ she asks, visibly confused that he is staring at her. ‘Something wrong?’

‘No,’ he quickly says, as he is caught redhanded.

‘You’re staring.’

‘No, I’m just… Never saw you in sportswear, that’s all.’

She frowns. ‘No pacific— I mean, spec— specific reason that you are looking at me?’ Her cheeks went from a soft pink, to an angry red within seconds and he notices that she is getting even more red.

But it makes sense now, he thinks to himself. Her troubles with finding words, the nearly panicked look in her eyes when he offered if she wanted to read it and this little slip up.

What if she is dyslexic?

Back in high school, his friend Steve was dyslexic as well and they would sit together before class, reading the text, when they knew they had a class where the teacher would force you to read out loud. Just like Adelaide, Steve made little slip ups and when he was nervous, he’d take a long time before he could put his thoughts into words. Just like Adelaide in interviews. Now is every case of dyslexia different, Henry knows that, but the similarities are uncanny.

He decides that this isn’t the moment to ask about it, so he says: ‘No, I just know that I have to wear black pants and a white shirt as well, so everyone knows we’re a team.’

After he got dressed in a black knee length short and a white sports shirt as well and the two of them had a protein bar, they walk out of they cottage. One of the cameramen informs them that they don’t have to lock the door, since there are people here to watch out.

There are a few camera’s around them. One in front, one in the back and a few further ahead. It causes Henry to clear his throat. When people aren’t watching, he knows that they can actually talk a bit, but now that there are others around her, he is quite nervous actually.

He wonders how the others are doing. He wasn’t aware that Justin Bieber got married, but apparently he is participating with his wife, who is a model. Henry also wasn’t aware that she was a Baldwin, but he has to admit that he doesn’t keep up with every bit celebrity news. He knows who Charlie Puth is and he definitely knows who Jennifer Lopez is. Are they having the “troubles” he and Adelaide are facing?

Henry sees the obstacle course, together with the two other duos. Now he himself has done these types of obstacle courses. He knows how to deal with them, since his brothers took him to these types of courses years ago. However when he looks at Adelaide, he wonders whether or not she’ll manage.

The rest of the duos are really nice and Jennifer Lopez reaches out to Adelaide, asking her how she is and Henry is almost jealous how at ease Adelaide seems with Jennifer Lopez.

He is jealous?

The weird thing about this program is that there isn’t a host. Every challenge will be presented by someone else and for some reason, that is such a relief. If there was an annoying host, staying here would be a million times harder.

A tough looking man quickly explains the obstacle course and Henry knows that he can do this. Adelaide on the other hand is growing more and more nervous, he can see it. She is fidgeting her hands, her eyes are blinking faster than they did before.

For a few seconds the real reason for him participating in this show (it’s starts with a J and ends with ames Bond), disappears.

But he wants to win.

One person shows what they should do and Henry takes quick mental notes. He is used to this, but this seems too easy, not only for him. There must be a catch.

‘But,’ the man says, ‘there is a catch.’

If Henry doesn’t get the part of James Bond, he should work as a producer for a reality show. With Adelaide for that matter, who totally got that far fetched idea of that one bed problem right.

‘The women are blindfolded and the men can only help them, using their words.’

◎ ◎ ◎

Adelaide is about to put on the blindfold, just like the two other ladies. Henry notices her hands shake and when she wants to put the blindfold on, he takes it out of her hands. ‘Let me,’ he says.

She looks up and says: ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Why are you sorry, Adelaide?’

‘Because I’m probably going to suck.’

Henry stands behind her, as he puts the blindfold on. ‘Don’t you worry about that,’ he says, though the voice in his head tells him that he should worry about that. He means: if she thinks that she is going to suck, then they are definitely going to lose. ‘I won’t let you fall,’ he tells her, because he feels like that is really bothering her.

‘You can only guide me through this using your words,’ she mutters, playing with her hands. ‘What if I do fall?’

‘No, no, no,’ he says. ‘You won’t fall. You think I’d let that happen?’

She simply shrugs, but doesn’t say anything anymore.

The man counts from three to zero and Henry so desperately wants to hold her arm, so she knows where she needs to go, but it’s the James Bond part that prevents him from doing such thing. He really doesn’t want to lose if necessary and every time he physically helps her, they get a fifteen second time penalty. ‘Go!’

The first obstacle is a balance beam, but it’s thirty centimeters above the ground. ‘Okay, Adelaide,’ he tells her, after he told her to stop walking, ‘this is the balance beam. You have enough room for your feet, okay. Just carefully place one foot in front of the next one.’

Her petite hands grab the end of the balance beam, before she puts her knee on the wood. She stands up and as if she dips her toe into the water to test out if it’s too cold, she carefully walks over the beam. He looks passed her, only to see the others are doing far worse.

Maybe they can win this challenge after all.

‘Stop walking,’ he tells her and she stops instantly. ‘You’re at the end.’

She carefully steps off the balance beam and he can definitely see that she is becoming a little more confident. The next obstacle is stepping into some tires. Now he usually likes to do this as fast as possible, but seeing how carefully and well thought through Adelaide is taking these steps, makes his heart nearly melt.

They have reached the sloping wall with a rope on both sides. It’s good that they have seen the entire obstacle course once and they both saw how it works. He keeps thinking about how he would’ve explained this to her.

She grabs the robe and climbs up. When she’s near the top, he lets her know, so she can throw her leg over the edge. As if she’s sitting on a horse on top of the sloping wall, she takes a deep breath.

‘What is it, Adelaide?’ he asks her. ‘You okay?’

‘I’m fine,’ she says, before she grabs the robe and climbs down.

Henry can’t believe this. She is actually nailing this, with a certain grace. He didn’t notice before, but Adelaide’s posture is great, no matter what she does. Never slumping her shoulders and her chin up. He wonders if she has ever done something like ballet or gymnastics, because she certainly knows how to carry herself.

Another thing he desperately needs to figure out.

The monkey bars are next, but from where she is standing and with her height, Adelaide can’t actually reach the bars, even if he jumps. Every time he psychically helps her, it adds fifteen seconds to their time, but with how far they are ahead, he decides to risk it. ‘Okay, Adelaide,’ he tells her, ‘I’m going to lift you up, so you can hold onto the first set of bars, okay?’

‘Okay,’ she says in a tiny voice.

Henry stands behind her and places his hands in her waist. He swallows hard and sure hope that the camera’s aren’t zooming in on his face, because he feels like he is blushing. He easily lifts her up and she holds onto the bars tightly. ‘I’ve got it,’ she tells him and like an actual pro, she grabs the second bar with one hand.

Henry really shouldn’t have underestimated Adelaide Park.

They have four more obstacles to go and he is growing more and more confident that they can win this. He feels so stupid and he definitely shouldn’t think lowly about her ever again. She has to crawl underneath a net, but it’s like a labyrinth. However they work well together. He tells her stop, she stops. He tells her right, she goes right. She is muddy by the end of the labyrinth and after pulling a face, she wipes her hands clean on her sport leggings.

Now she has to do this thing the man called a college boy roll. She has to hold onto the single bars and kick her legs up over the bar and flip around, so her hips meet the bar as she slings her head back. He feels like she can’t do that, so again he lifts her up so she can grab the bars. He guides her through this entire thing, but after she flipped over, she loses her grip on the iron bars.

She lets out a scream, just like she did this morning when the voice over rudely woke her up, but Henry catches her, as if she was a bride to be carried into their room. Adelaide can’t see him, but he sure as hell can see her and from underneath the blindfold, he sees a red blush appear. ‘Thanks,’ she shakily says.

‘Are you okay?’

She simply nods, but he directly notices it again when they continue to walk. Adelaide Park has frozen up and lost much of her confidence.

‘You are doing so well, Adelaide,’ he says in a soothing voice, hoping he can coax her into finishing the obstacle course. ‘We only have two more things to do. You can do this.’

They are still ahead and thankfully Adelaide starts to walk again with him. She somehow manages to nail the next obstacle, by climbing over higher horizontal bars and walk underneath the lower ones.

But the final obstacle was something no one knew about and it’s to swim one bit. When he looks over to the other courses for the other duos, he notices they don’t have to swim. There are different tasks.

‘What is the next one?’ she asks.

‘You have to swim for twenty meters,’ he answers.

‘Wh— What?’ She automatically takes a step back. ‘I can’t do that, Henry. Really, I can’t.’

The fear that slips through her voice, it makes him realize something: all the final obstacles are things that they are afraid of doing. He wonders how the producers know about this, but then he realizes: this is reality tv, they had to do tons of interviews beforehand.

‘Why not?’

A deafening silence for a whole five seconds. ‘I can’t swim.’

This is just mean, he thinks to himself. If they knew that Adelaide couldn’t swim, why would they do this. Fuck, he hates himself for participating.

‘We have to finish this, Adelaide,’ Henry says to her.

‘I’m not going to swim.’

‘I’m going to be there with you,’ he says. ‘And before you bring up the time penalty, it’s every time I psychically help you. So if I don’t let you go, it’s one time.’

And from underneath her blindfold, he sees tears dripping from her cheeks. Oh no, she is really crying, but he wants to win this and he really needs to push through.

‘I can’t do it,’ she says, her voice trembling. ‘I can’t, I’m so sorry.’ She rips off the blindfold, before she tries to take a deep breath, but seems to fail.

‘No, no, no,’ he says, reaching out to Adelaide, grabbing her elbows. ‘Listen to me.’ We need to finish this obstacle course. I have to win at least the first challenge for us to have a decent chance to win this whole competition. ‘You have to breath with me. I’m not going to force you into finishing this course, but I don’t want you to have a panic attack, Adelaide.’ However his words don’t reach her, because her head drops to her chest and he quickly can catch her, bringing her to the ground, holding his hand on the back of her head. ‘Adelaide,’ he says, hoping to get her attention, but with no luck. ‘Can someone come over here?!’

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Could you do an imagine for Mondo Oowada who has a crush on the Ultimate theatre actress, who is very shy at first, but also gets mad easily ( without getting physical) , has no sense of danger , loves cats, and cat get very protective, even if shes kinda short? ( I hope this isnt too much )

absolutely, dear! i love writing for Mondo, aha~ thank you for requesting ^^

i tried my best to include all the traits you requested, but wasn’t able to fit them all in,,, i hope this is okay nonetheless! let me know if you’d like me to rewrite anything for you, darling! <3

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Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 1667

"Alright, you’re all free to go." The Professor overseeing that afternoon’s detention sighed, glancing up from his watch. "I’ll see... some of you tomorrow. Have a good evening."

The few students sitting in the classroom began to gather their things, all of them feeling a bit sleepy from sitting there for so long. In the back corner of the room, Mondo Owada stood up and hoisted his backpack over one shoulder, still a bit angry he had ended up in detention in the first place. All he did was fall asleep in class; that didn’t really warrant a two hour detention, did it?

The hallways of Hope’s Peak were silent, almost eerily so. As Mondo trudged towards the exit, the only thing he heard were the sounds of his own footsteps. All the after school clubs had ended their meetings long ago, and most of the teachers had headed home, so it made sense the school would be so quiet. Regardless, he didn’t like it; it gave him the creeps.

To his surprise, however, he turned the corner and ran straight into another student, knocking the stack of papers they were holding down onto the floor. It wasn’t like him to pay so little attention to his surroundings, so he couldn’t help but be a bit embarrassed.

"Shit, I’m sorry, I-" He started.

"Maybe watch where you’re going next time!" The girl he had ran into snapped, catching him off guard. It was none other than (Y/N), the girl who had been occupying poor Mondo’s thoughts for quite some time now. He wasn’t sure when he’d developed his crush on her, but sometimes it felt like she was all he could think about. He didn’t talk to her much, always afraid he would get awkward and yell at her, inevitably scaring her away. He didn’t want to ruin his chances with her, or make himself look bad. Maybe he was in love with her... he couldn’t quite tell yet, but nonetheless, she was special to him.

She bent down to scoop up the papers she’d dropped while the stunned biker stood in silence. He hadn’t expected her to yell at him, after all, she’d always seemed so shy, and wasn’t sure how to respond. "Well? Are you going to help me?"

"Shit, yeah, sorry!" Mondo sputtered, hoping she hadn’t noticed the blush spreading across his cheeks. He knelt down and helped her gather up the loose sheets of paper she’d dropped.

"Thanks." (Y/N) grinned once all the papers were cleaned up. "Sorry I yelled at you. I kinda... have a bit of a temper."

"Ah, don’t worry about it, I wasn’t paying any attention." He shrugged, her papers still clutched in his large hands. "I should have been more careful."

"Can I, uh, have my script back?"

"Oh, this? Yeah, of course." Mondo glanced down at the papers before handing them back to (Y/N), seeing that they were in fact a script for a play of some sort. Had the papers belonged to anyone else, he would have wondered what in the world they were for, but a script in the possession of the Ultimate Theatre Actress was far from unusual. She muttered a quick thanks to Mondo before tucking the papers neatly into her backpack.

"So, how come you’re here so late?" She asked a bit shyly.

"Why the hell do you need to know?" Mondo shouted, suddenly nervous about being in her presence, though instantly regretting raising his voice. "Sorry, I just, I..." he trailed off, unsure how to apologize for yelling without admitting he was into her. He prayed she wouldn’t get angry, or walk away. It wasn’t his fault nobody ever taught him how to talk to girls, or how to act around someone so pretty.

"It’s fine, forget I asked." (Y/N) replied, a small smile still lingering on her lips. While it wasn’t necessarily the response Mondo had hoped for, he was relieved she wasn’t angry with him.

The two walked towards the exit of the school, neither of them saying a word. Usually, when Mondo inevitably yelled at a girl he was into, they just left, so he couldn’t help but be a bit surprised that (Y/N) stuck around. The whole time they headed towards the front of the school, he debated whether he should say something to her and risk embarrassing himself again, or just stay quiet. He ended up unintentionally choosing the latter, as before he knew it, the pair had stepped outside the building into the main courtyard.

"Well, I’ll see you around, Mondo." (Y/N) said with a shy smile. It was a little chilly, and the sun had begun to sink beneath the horizon, painting the sky with brilliant shades of yellow and orange. It wouldn’t be long until darkness fell over the city for the evening. A gentle breeze blew past, rustling the leaves in the nearby trees, and blowing some of (Y/N)’s hair into her face, which she gently tucked behind her ear. Mondo prayed it wasn’t obvious that all he could think about was how pretty she looked, the golden hour sunset casting a soft glow onto her.

"You’re not walking home, are you?" He asked. She cocked her head to the side, furrowing her brows.

"Um... yes? Is there something wrong with that?"

"It’ll be dark soon, and you’re all by yourself."

"So what?"

"It’s fuckin’ dangerous for girls to walk home in the dark, don’t you know that?"

"I’ll be fine. It’s not even that far."

Mondo frowned. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to (Y/N) on her way home. He was certain he was being too cautious, but she was too important to him. He couldn’t risk her.

"I’ll give you a ride. On my bike." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, fully prepared for (Y/N) to reject his offer. It wouldn’t surprise him if she was too nervous, or just didn’t want to be around him that long. But, to his surprise, she broke out into a wide grin.

"Really? That would be awesome, thank you!" She responded cheerfully. Mondo smiled at her, feeling his cheeks heat up just a bit.

His bike wasn’t parked far away, so it didn’t take long for him and (Y/N) to walk over to it. Mondo sat down on the seat, turning the key to start the engine before glancing back at (Y/N).

"Do I just sit behind you?" She questioned sweetly.

"Yeah, you’ll have to hang on to me, though. I don’t want you to fall off, or something." He chuckled.

The petite female climbed onto the seat behind him, gently wrapping her arms around his torso. Mondo thanked his lucky stars that she couldn’t see his face turn 50 shades of pink due to her closeness to him, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Is this alright?" She inquired.

"Yeah, that’s... just fine." He smiled. After she gave him directions to her house, he started up his bike and pulled out of the Hope’s Peak parking lot and onto the street.

(Y/N) tightened her grip around him ever so slightly as they built up speed, the wind blowing through her hair. She rested her head against Mondo’s back, and he smiled to himself, relishing in the feeling of her touch. The warmth of her body against his put him at ease; made him forget all his worries, all his fears, even for just a moment. Though he wasn’t certain before, he could firmly say now that he loved her. He wanted to be the one to protect her, to be strong for her. If only he had the courage to ask her to go on a date with him.

Mondo wished they could have stayed on his bike together forever, but eventually they arrived in her neighborhood. He pulled up to the curb beside her house, turning his head back to face her. (Y/N) unwrapped her arms from his torso and slid off the bike’s leather seat, smoothing her now ruffled hair before shifting her gaze to Mondo’s.

"Thanks for the ride," She started, a shy smile on her lips. "It was definitely more fun than walking."

"Glad I could help." Mondo chuckled, his lips turning up at the corners into a small grin. Though he seemed calm on the outside, his heart was beating a mile a minute, and his palms were sweaty. The little voice in his head told him to just man up and ask her out, but a pressing fear of being rejected prevented him from saying another word.

"I’ll see you tomorrow!" She chirped, turning around and walking towards her front door.

‘Just do it! Just ask her out!’ He mentally begged himself, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, no words came out. He’d be so angry at himself if he let her walk away without asking her the question he so desperately wanted to know the answer to... so he pushed all his fears deep down inside of him and spoke, praying to whatever higher power was out there that he wouldn’t make a fool of himself and ruin everything.

"Uh, (Y/N), wait!" He called before she unlocked her front door. She turned around, cocking her head to the side curiously.

"Do you need something?" (Y/N) asked.

"Would you, uh, like to, uh..." He sputtered, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment at his inability to form a coherent sentence.

"Are you... okay?" She muttered, raising her eyebrows with a bit of concern. Mondo took a deep breath, trying his very hardest to get his act together.

"DO YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME?" He finally shouted, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his fists out of nervousness. (Y/N) didn’t reply for a moment, but when he heard her giggle, he cautiously opened his eyes, relieved to see that she didn’t appear averse to his question.

"I would really like that, Mondo." She laughed, her cheeks dusted pink. Mondo couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, smiling widely. (Y/N) smiled back at him sweetly. "By the way... you’re really cute when you’re nervous."

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Sam's Revenge (Part 4)

Characters: Sam x Ruby, Crowley, Rowena, Others mentioned

Warnings: NONCON/RAPE, Multiple Character Deaths, Graphic Violence, Blood, Gore, Torture, Dark!Sam

Word Count: 1,509

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PART 3

"Sam, are you sure you're ready for this?" Ruby asked him for the umpteenth time as they were preparing to head to Crowley's lair. Locating them wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. It was the preparations to take them down that hindered him the most. But now, a year in the making, he was strong enough to kill demons - several at once - and he finally had a weapon against Rowena.

He was more than ready.

"Are you?" he asked as he packed a bag with needed items.

Ruby chewed on her lip in thought as her mind swam with her conversations with the King of Hell.

"I want you to go back to Sam," Crowley explained to the petite brunette, "Stay by his side, guide him, let him come to me. Meanwhile, you will keep me informed of your progress and every step your Winchester takes. Understood?"

"You'll protect me?" she asked hesitantly.

"Of course," Crowley smiled, "So long as you do your part."

The knot in her stomach wouldn't let up. She had betrayed Sam, had told Crowley everything they did, the progress Sam made, everything she knew. But now she second-guessed the plan. She actually cared about the giant of a man and betraying him - especially like this - felt wrong.

"Sam," she spoke up, stopping Sam with a hand on his arm, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," she tried to plead with him. Maybe they could just go off and live life together, doing whatever they wanted.

She was taken back by the sinister grin that spread across his lips, "Why, Ruby? Because it's a trap?"

She gasped, wondering how the hell he had figured it out. She knew she was careful and covered her tracks.

"I've discovered a few tricks you don't know about," Sam shrugged. Ruby swallowed hard, taking a careful step backwards from Sam, but he met each of her steps with one forward, "You really thought I didn't know you were going behind my back?" he scoffed, "Once a lying whore, always a lying whore."

Ruby stood dumbfounded for minute, her jaw going slack as Sam's eyes flashed as black as her own. She turned to run, but Sam was faster. His arms wrapped around her from behind, one hand clamping over her mouth as he slammed her against the motel room wall.

"Sam," she begged, his grip painful.

Sam groaned, rutting himself against her backside as he held her forcefully against the wall. In a swift movement, he had her bare from the waist down, her pants trapping her legs together at her ankles. He quickly spun her around to face him, his arms lifting her up as his foot stood on her clothes, essentially removing them and freeing her legs.

Before she could utter a protest, Sam released himself from his jeans and thrust fully inside her, starting a punishing pace. Her back and hips slammed against the wall hard enough for her to hear the plaster crack as Sam brutally fucked her. She could feel him rapidly approaching his climax.

Suddenly he reached between them, a hand wrapping tightly around her throat as he continued rapidly thrusting in and out of her.

"Thanks for the help, Baby," Sam spoke with black eyes as he squeezed Ruby's throat, "But I don't need you anymore."

"S-Sam," she attempted to gasp, her voice coming out a squeak as she struggled to maintain consciousness, "No, please-"

He pulled a switchblade out of nowhere, slitting the side of her neck open before he brought his lips to the wound, drinking down her blood in thirsty gulps. Her vision blackened as she lost consciousness. Sam's grunting and slurping the last thing she heard as she felt him cum.

Sam left the motel room and Ruby's dead and drained body behind as he climbed in his car. For over a year he plotted and fretted and planned to get to this point. The point where he'd get his revenge on Crowley and Rowena.

It was a strange thing. With his soul gone, he couldn't feel any sort of way about exacting revenge or what led him to it. It was something to do, a challenge. Sam had been without a soul so long that his short-lived time with a soul seemed more an emotional sabbatical, like a breakdown. But now, he was himself again. Even better…John wasn't around to dictate what he could or couldn't do.

Too bad The Way was in crumbles. He would've made a fine leader. Certainly better than Dean. The thought of his brother made him twitch with barely controlled rage.

Dean, his brother, who swore to always stand by him. Dean, the leader of The Way, who ostracized him. Dean should have stood up to the others. Instead he sold him out. Gave him up for The Way, for other hunters, for Y/N.

Sam had his own plans for Y/N. He did have her first, after all. They all had their own comeuppances and Sam had decided he would deliver it to them, after he dealt with Crowley and Rowena of course.

Sam had begun with a stealthy entrance. The first few demons he took down one by one, sneaking up behind them and puncturing their necks, dragging them off with a hand over their mouth to silence them as he drank down their blood. With each new demon he felt his power strengthening beyond anything he'd felt before.

As he entered the building proper, he was stopped by five demons in the main hall, poised for a fight. Sam smirked, stretching his neck side to side and shaking out his shoulders. As the demon in the front began to move forward, he was suddenly frozen to the spot, along with his demonic comrades.

Sam close his eyes with a hum and the demons shook before an orange light sparked within each of them. Their lifeless meatsuits dropped to the ground as one. Sam sighed in satisfaction, carefully and quietly stepping over the bodies as he continued his search for his prey.

Eventually, Sam stood before the doors to the throne room. A trail of dozens of bodies lay scattered throughout the building, Sam's clothes and mouth covered in blood, his eyes solid onyx.

He grinned, kicking open the large wooden doors with flair, striding into the so-called 'throne room'. Crowley sat on his chair, Rowena stood at his side. They appeared calm and unfazed by Sam's appearance.

"Samuel," Crowley crooned, "If you wished to see me, you could have just knocked. You didn't have to kill all my bloody demons."

"Not here to talk, Crowley," Sam stated coldly, his gaze flickering between the pair as he stood his ground.

"Then why are you here?"

"You two helped John remove my soul," he spoke calmly, in stark contrast to the threat of his words, "Everything that followed, well I figure that's all on you two."

"Oh," Crowley started laughing, "A-and I suppose you're here to what? Get revenge?" He laughed harder and Sam scowled.

Rowena took the chance to cast a spell in attempt to incapacitate Sam. But for some reason her spell wasn't working. She tried again and again, starting to panic as Sam grinned. Crowley too grew concerned as her magic abilities seemed to fail her.

"What have you done?" she raged at Sam.

"Siphoning spell," he shrugged, "Now your power is mine."

Sam cast his own spell at Rowena, the force of it knocking her back against the stone wall with a sickening crack. She slumped to the floor, blood streaking down the wall. Before Crowley could move, Sam had him pinned to the chair with his powers. Crowley watched on in horror as Sam approached Rowena, kneeling down to be closer to her slumped form.

"You're dying," Sam stated as he watched her squirm and glare. He raised a hand, hovering it over her body as he ran over her figure. Several spots on her body lit up, "Should make sure it stays that way," he smiled, almost sweetly, his dimples prominent as he pulled out a blade and began cutting and digging in the illuminated spots. One after the other, Sam dug out and discarded the small life-rejuvenating sashays.

Tears sprung from her eyes as Rowena realized this was it for her. Sam casually lifted the blade, slicing quickly across her throat. He watched her momentarily as she struggled to clutch her throat and stop the bleeding. She faded quickly, however, and Sam sighed. He was hoping to feel a bit more satisfaction from the kill. But, to be honest, he couldn't really feel anything.

He wiped the blade off on her shimmering gown before tucking it back in his pocket and moving back toward the magically restrained King.

"Don't you worry, Crowley. I wouldn't do that to you," Sam promised as he leaned on the arm of the chair to get close and personal with the demon, letting his eyes return to normal, "I have different plans for you."

PART 5

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mysteryartisticwriter · 4 years

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Being Crowley’s daughter and dating Jack Kline would include...

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

Of course you were half demon, your mother was human but died when you were 10

You met the boys way back when you were a teen; maybe around 15 years old in season 8 or 9

You were half demon but your mom showed love, taught you to give it back and be kind

You were the ultimate princess of Hell duh

While the boys were hesitant around you, they eventually grew to love you

And ohhh...your dad always threatened them if you tagged along in hunts

“You let a monster lay one finger on my little bear’s head, and I will end you two.” “Daaaaaad….”

Rowena never admitted it, but she utterly loved and adored you. She thought of you as an apprentice since you sometimes practiced spells with her

During Kelly’s pregnancy with Jack, you became her protector as well as Jack’s

Kelly was also hesitant around you since you were half demon, she didn’t want you to maybe end up killing her and her baby or even using Jack as a weapon once he was born

Just like the Winchester brothers, she grew to care for you too. Kelly knew Jack liked you from the start because he always just happened to kick whenever you touched her stomach

You were there when your dad killed himself for the boys, Sam was the one holding you back

Your dad’s last glance at you was a small, simple smile. “Goodbye boys. Take care of my little bear.”

When he stabbed himself, you screamed so loud that Sam and Dean winced at the pain in your voice

When Cas died a little later, you were crying right next to Dean on the ground because he was practically an uncle to you just like Sam and Dean

You mourned for three people that night; your dad, Castiel and Kelly

You vowed to avenge your dad no matter what, you were angry and sad just like Dean for so long

You never went back to Hell and you were sure that you weren’t even the next ruler of Hell anyway, not that it mattered to you

When you guys found Jack, it was strange to see that he was actually your age

You barely talked to him, angry at him for what his father did to Cas and made your dad do

Soon, you slowly began to open up to Jack more and more because he was really one of the only people you could talk to

His innocence was actually kinda adorable, his questions about life were funny too

“(Y/n), what is this?” “That is a pair of headphones, Jack.”

You were still a little bitter towards him until you literally cried on his shoulder one night about how you felt

“I was too weak to save my father, to save Castiel and soon, maybe I’ll be too weak to save you and the boys.”

You half expected Jack to be a little angry at you but he was actually really kind and gentle about it

That was when you realized you were gaining feelings for the nephilim and you didn’t even bother denying it

Unknown to you, Jack was feeling the same way

Castiel coming back was amazing to you and Dean, your uncle came back from the dead!

“Two salty hunters, a half demon princess, one half angel kid, a guy who just back from the dead. Team Free Will 2.0, here we go.”

But the happiness didn’t last long when Jack ran away because he didn’t want to hurt anybody after he accidentally killed a man

Once you found him again, you almost slapped him and yelled at him

“How dare you leave like that?! Do you know how scared and worried I was for you?!”

That was when you had your first kiss with him

He was trying to calm you down but you just caved in and smashed your lips onto his own

Jack didn’t really know what to do but went along with it anyway since he really liked you too

Rescuing Jack and Mary (the Winchesters’ mother) from the other dimension was tiring but you did end up saving both of them later on

Seeing Lucifer again and Jack went off with him, you felt mildly betrayed and hurt

Lucifer tried to convince his son that you didn’t really love him, that you were just using him to get back at his father

Jack never bought it though, he knew you loved him more than anything

He felt so powerless without his grace, Jack was so tired and all he wanted to do was be with you again

When you were trapped in the church with Jack, Sam and Lucifer, you tried your best to kill the devil with your powers

“Poor little girl…left all alone by her daddy.” “Screw you.”

You felt so weak not being able to defeat Lucifer, so vulnerable and weak

Lucifer finally tired you three out and gave a small proposition; one of you dies by the archangel blade and the other two walks out alive

Sam gave you and Jack the blade and told you to kill him but you weren’t having it, so you took the blade from him and pressed it against your own stomach

“I love you, Jack. I love you both so much.” “(Y/n) no!”

Just before you could finish the job, Dean came in and began to fight Lucifer with Michael

Jack was holding you from collapsing becuse the blade had drawn some blood

“Why would you do that?” You smiled weakly at him. “Because I’m not letting either of you die for someone as worthless as me.”

The battle was won by Michael!Dean and finally after all these years, Lucifer was dead

The victory was short lived when Michael had taken full control over Dean and left

Dean was MIA for so long and Jack was feeling worthless without his powers, it was all so much

You, of course, comforted Jack about how he felt. He didn’t deserve to have his grace taken away by someone he thought cared about him

You were so scared when his illness was starting to take him over. Jack was dying and there was nothing you could do to help

When Jack died and went to Heaven, his own Heaven was with you and the boys until he (sadly) had to leave it to go to his mother’s

Jack brought you up to her, telling Kelly that he was in love with you to which she just smiled

“I’m in love with her, mom.” “I know, Jack. I know.”

Rowena was used as a suit for Michael and when he went to attack at the bunker, Jack killed him and gained his grace back….at the cost of burning his soul out

Soulless Jack was saddening to you, he was empty and wasn’t the same boy as before

You weren’t even sure he loved you anymore since he couldn’t feel anything at all

You set your feelings and concerns aside and continued to act the same as you normally would with Jack in your relationship, but it was never the same

After he killed Mary Winchester, you became much more worried about his condition and mildly scared at his actions

Jack being locked away by Sam and Dean was torture to you. Yes, he didn’t have a soul anymore but he was still the same boy you fell in love with. You missed him

When he escaped, God/Chuck came back and was the one who told you that you needed to kill Jack or it could be very dangerous

Instead of Dean, you were the one holding the gun to Jack’s head while he kneeled on the ground, ready to die

In the end, you couldn’t kill him. He was still Jack, he was still your everything and still the love of your life

But before you knew it, Chuck killed Jack himself and raised the souls from Hell

As you and the boys were trapped in the tomb with no way out, you sobbed and mourned over Jack’s dead body with his eyes burned out

The amount of anger you had for Belphegor when he had the audacity to use your boyfriend’s body as a vessel was only felt once for when your dad died

Sealing off the town was hard enough when you had a demon in your ass the whole damn time. Belphegor never left you alone

“Hey sweetheart...” “Belphegor, I am half demon and I will literally send you back to Hell no matter what.”

You went with Belphegor and Castiel down to the rupture in Hell in order to finally get rid of all the ghosts and souls

While down there, you found out that Belphegor was really planning on sucking up all the souls to be as powerful as God

You managed to get him down and punched him so many times that his lip was bleeding and his sunglasses came off, showing Jack’s full face

“Please (Y/n)...stop. It’s me...Jack.” “....You’re not him. And you’ll never be him.”

You killed Belphegor using your powers and needless to say, Dean was not very happy about going off-plan (which was stupid to you because you would’ve had to kill the demon anyway)

You had never felt so depressed and empty in all your life. Your mom and dad were dead, Rowena was dead because of the spell she had to use and Jack was dead as well. Everyone you ever loved was dead and you were just an empty shell of who you used to be

But when Jack was resurrected by Billie the Reaper, you felt the same way as Dean did when Cas came back

It wasn’t until you realized that he was the exact same as before, soulless. You couldn’t bare it, Jack didn’t love or care about anything anymore.

As much as you still loved him, you finally broke things off with him because no matter how much you tried to deny it, your old Jack was gone

When those hellhounds were after you all, Sam and Dean were the ones holding the doors shut while you, Jack, and Cas were in the main part of the chapel trying to activate the Occultum...until Jack swallowed it

“Where’s the Occultum?” “I ate it.” “YOU WHAT?”

Just before the hellhounds could maul the four of you to death, there was a bright light that killed them and Jack’s unconscious body appeared onto the floor

Later, Jack was found awake in the bunker’s kitchen, crying to himself and Cas told the rest of you that his soul has been restored

You couldn’t help but let a small tear escape your eye. Jack was so innocent and new to the world but already was introduced to so many horrible things within three years

You loved Jack, and you always would no matter what happens to him or you

A/N: Most of you might know about the BLM protests and the unjust murder of George Floyd but if you haven’t donated or signed any petitions yet, I would strongly suggest that you do! Black Lives Matter! I hear you and I stand with you.

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 4 years

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Life Deterioration

Hi, how are you guys

there is no beta reader this time so I’m sorry for the disaster that i did in this oneshot also I was really tired when I wrote it, just trying to get rid of the headache so it didn’t get out like I wanted it to be but i think it works out

I hope you enjoy

prompt : body swap

warnings : dark, self-harm

words count : 2550

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Peace treaty was the first occasion sakura met shisui in, the exact same day her clan almost became extinct, she hates the uchiha in general and shisui in specific, maybe if he didn't try to make a friend withe her it would've been different but no, he had to praise her look, her knowledge and her personality those things that no one liked in her clan, that she was always being scolded for. And when she started to get attached to him, she saw him killing her family, her harmless father and loving mother, he killed them both with his own sword and If the senju aid didn't arrive when it did, she would've been dead for years now.

Shisui never regrets any thing he does or had done except that one time when he was involved in the massacre against the haruno, he didn't though not even in the slightest idea that avenging his father's death would cause him this much of regret, he decided to kill the man who killed his father after killing his beloved wife before his eyes but he was oblivious for the fact that this man had a daughter who happened to be the exact same girl who –it was safe to say- he liked immediately after meeting her, she was strikingly beautiful, pink silk strands with clear emerald eyes, he didn't think that such colors existed until he saw her, she didn't try to cling on him or flirt with him or any of his clansmen like other girls always do, she was energetic with a stunning smile, well educated, had great ideas and a brilliant mind and those characteristics were rare that he didn't met a women or a girl with them except his aunt mikoto and based on what his father used to tell him, his mother. So Imagine his happiness when he got to know her, he even introduced her to his best friend and cousin itachi, and even though he was the king of flirting, he never did that to any other girl, she was special. He was shocked to say The least, she was standing at the door staring in shocked expression after dashing like a madman screaming for her parents to run away, he knew how does it feel to see your father stabbed to death in front of you and live after, he didn't want her to live in that hell so he stabbed her and he wasn't a fool he knew where to aim if he wanted to kill but there was a part of him didn't want her to die, the part that likes her.

He didn't keep a trace on time so he didn't exactly knew how much time has passed since that day. To say he was shocked when he saw her again is an underestimation. She changed, so much he barly recognized her, her tall bubble gum colored silk is now very short showing her delicate long neck, her clear emeralds are clouded by hatred and revenge directed to him he noticed when there eyes met. Sitting straight on her horse beside the second in line senju heir, indicating that she was in a high rank in their forces. " isn't that the girl you showed me when we went to the haruno several years ago?", "she is" confirmed shisui "it looks like she's here to avenge her parent's death, she's here for my head", "and what makes you sure about it?", "cause I'm the one who killed them and stabbed her", "well, she looks furious, and I don’t think she will be satisfied unless you're dead, so look out!", "I will".

She moved ahead, riding to the space that separated their both armies shouting so every one could hear her out "if anyone encountered Uchiha Shisu, retreat or send him to me, he is my prey. Senju, charge", after her cue both armies marched. She went off like a bullet killing every single soldier trying to get in her way preventing her from getting shisui's head, she didn't stop not until she reached him. Exhausted and panting heavily they both charged at each other, she was thinking how much she heated him, and he was thinking how things would be different if he didn't avenge his father. They fought in silence until she broke it hissing " I'm going to avenge my parents, I'm going to get your head", "believe me, you're going to regret that", "as if" and then a silent fight until they both were drained. Ready to drive their last blow, ready to kill and get killed, shisui wanting to break free from his guilt and sakura wishing to meet her parents they both charged, and the blood was spilled.

She woke up with a throbbing head and killing abdominal pain, why did she wake up? She was supposed to be dead, or was she already and she's in hell? she didn't know but either way she was feeling like hell so it didn't matter. She felt out of place for some reason and when she tried to move she couldn't. From her medical experience she could tell that she was on the verge of death and that she barely made it

Shisui opened his eyes to the white ceiling, the compound hospital he thought. He didn't feel any major pain just a slight stomach discomfort which was good but strange, he clearly remember that sakura's stab was deadly and if a miracle happened he wouldn't feel this healthy and he was sure he would suffer serious complications, but here he was lying on the bed as healthy as he could be.

She didn't know what had blown her head the most, was it the fact that she woke up in the uchiha compound or that when her vision focused she saw one of the uchiha heirs looking at her with worried eyes or maybe it was him calling her shisui but no it's most definitely was when she found out that she wasn't in her body anymore, she was in uchiha shisui's body and this fact led to one of two conclusion, either her body was dead or shisui was in it.

He didn't think that it was possible to wake up in another person's body until he noticed he woke up in sakura's body, which meant that she's staying in his body hopefully and not dead, he needed to meet her and figure out how did this happen and how to go back to there own body, but now that was nearly impossible, it looks like the senjo adored her, that or they are suspecting him which is unlikely to happen since they thought he lost his memories.

Amnesia was what she got as a diagnose to justify her lack of information about shisui's life. Sakura figured out that the main uchiha household cares deeply for shisui, she wasn't left behind not even for minute and they helped her with every thing until she was healed, which was really long time, uchiha's medical care was really bad, no trained healers and absolutely bad medical supplies, it took her a total two years to heal completely, and being sakura she took the chance to get to know every thing about the 25 years old shisui and the uchiha. Shisui's mother died while giving birth to him, he grew up with his father who was a warrior get killed when shisui went to his first war that was against the haruno-senju alliance on her father's hand. Ironic, right? Yeah his father was killed before his son's eyes while begging her father to spare the kid from witnessing this, but it looks like her father was tyrannous in his young days. She stopped blaming shisui for what he did, but that didn't mean that she forgave him or that her hatred for him faltered.

The senju medical care was magnificent to say the least, he was completely healed within 6 months,then he took his time to adjust to sakura's body that was surprisingly strong for being petite aside from the fact that she was a girl in her late teens. Sakura's father suffered from a depression before he met her mother who seemingly had health issues that made it very hard for her to bear children and having sakura was a miracle.

Aside from getting to know shisui, sakura planned for her revenge, okay let's be clear, she doesn't blame him anymore but she didn't forgive him and she can't figure out how she feels about him as a person anymore, it was hard to determine after she knew every single detail about him despite that she was determined to destroy the uchiha from the inside.

Shisui felt that he was falling deeper for sakura, two years were more than enough to make him memorize all of her and love all of her. He felt regret eating him alive when he knew that he was the reason of her depression,he felt proud when he knew that she became one of the strongest warrior between the senju lines, he was amused when he knew that she became the most skillful healer among them, he was happy to know what she became to and more determined to make them work out.

A real Peace treaty was signed between the Uchiha and the Senju this time and shisui couldn't be happier, he will get to see her or himself –he wasn't sure anymore- and talk things out, try to find a solution to this ridiculous situation which in his opinion has gone so far but to his horror, she didn't recognize him or better say she didn't recognize herself. Great, just great this would never be solved unless they both worked on it, and now she doesn't seem to remember.

She would be liar if she didn't say that her heart didn't flutter when she saw him or her body in better description, she misses her old self, her family and her life, it's not like the Uchiha treated her poorly, she was shisui after all and they didn't doubt her at all, it was safe to say she grew attached to them after two and half years of care and love, and she decided to spare them her revenge.

"Did you hear that? Two members of the Uchiha elders council were found dead this morning and i heard they were killed with cold blood", that was what shisui had been hearing from the early morning that day, and it was making him furious, how did they get killed when there supposed to be a tight guarding around them.

A council was held out to look through the crime and investigate it, anxious cries were heard from outside the room, "we must duplicate the security within the compound" one of the terrified elders shouted, "it's already as high as it could be" assured him fukagu and went on "the important thing now is to know who had done it", " it's the senju I assure you, they are such..." the elder was cut down by shisui's voice " I don't think the senju signed the peace treaty to do this, they wanted to end the bloodshed as much as we wanted it" sakura would never allow anyone to accuse her second family, "shisui is right, if the senju wanted to make any move they wouldn't be sneaky about it, it's not like hashirama" assured madara and after brief silent shisu's voice echoed again " you know what, i think the murderer is among us, one of the clan members, I mean don't you see it? The killer walked under our noses without fear, no one can ever do it unless he was sure that no one would suspect his action while walking in the compound", "that's enough shisui, we get it", "as you wish madara".

Her plan was simple, she would kill four or five of them, plant the doubt between them and let them kill each other. Very simple right, no children or women or harmless elders would die, only the dirty warriors who can't trust each other. Achieving her revenge and making favor for the uchiha and surprisingly there were a lot of them, one killed his brother, the other killed his own son, it was painful but it must happen and those who did the murder where executed.

When she was done withe the clan she sent a message to shisui to ask him for a meeting, she wanted to end this once for all, she wanted to get back to her family, and how happy was she when she saw that shisui didn't delay the meeting and was as eager as her to end this farce, and they met.

The strangest thing that you could ever try is to hear your voice coming out of your body by another person, it was kind of funny so shisui decided to let sakura do the talk, "you know, after being in your body for almost 3 years now and knowing every thing about you made me change a lot of my ideas and thoughts about you and your family, I don't blame you anymore for killing my parent, and i don't hate all the uchiha now and it's safe to say that I've loved some of them, and you! I really don't know, it's absolutely not love but it's not hate either, my feelings towards you have been tormenting me, I can't figure them out and can't get rid of them either and it hurts, it hurts to much that I can't bear it anymore, so I'm here today to see what would happen to you if I committed a suicide in your body", she took out shisui's dagger and stabbed her self with it, shisui tried to stop her but he couldn't reach her.

A bright light illuminate the area around them and when shisuis's eyes sight focused again, he was back in his body unharmed but sakura was lying down with a massive cut in her abdomen strangely enough his dagger wasn't what cause her injury. He knelt beside her "why have you doen this?", "cause I wanted to get rid of those feelings that hunted me", he didn't know what was weaker, her voice or his, " we could've chased it down together, we could've figured it out together", "that would've been impossible, cause there isn’t we", "but I loved you truly and truthfully, I was ready to make up for all my mistakes", "sorry it didn't turn out like you imagined, but there never would be us, not in this life time at least" that was the last thing she said before she die, "maybe in our next life, we would be ninjas like we both dreamed and we would live in peace together in the same place, just wait for me", shisui wasn't happy to be back to his body like he thought he would be. Two days after sakura’s death a dead body was found in the uchiha compound, they suspect it to be related to the incident from days prior, but they knew that he was badly depressed and attempted to suicide more than five times in the past two days.

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ozymandiascezn · 3 years

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schrei es in die winde ||1|| chapter one

fandom original pairing original oc x original oc warnings potential/references to depression and dark thoughts - “What are you staring at?” “You.” “Why? You see me every day!” He can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips, his eyes remain on her, on the dress she wears and how she twirls in it. How she smiles when she’s wearing it. She’s the air that he breathes. “I know.” She’s so drastically different than him, smaller, petite, but filled with so much fight. Brown hair curls around her shoulders, long and wavy, eyes doe-like and brown, filled with love that only she could harbor for him. The dress is red, a compliment to her pale complexion and dark eyes. It’s his least favorite color, but when she wears it, his whole world topples upside down and robs him of his breath.

He remembers the red dress vividly, the last dress she had worn. He despises it now, he despises every color, but not nearly as much as he hates red. It was the last thing he saw her wear. He doubted he could ever look at a single thing of hers and feel the love and adoration he once had — it’s all replaced with voices that say it’s his fault. The study is quiet, the room is dark. The curtains cover the windows and not even the lanterns are on. It’s the only comfort he can afford himself, the only grief he can allow himself to feel. The tears he has cried so far burn, denting his skin with their bitterness. They followed the creases in his skin, leaving a trail of fire. The saltiness of his pain burns, it burns far more than he ever wanted it to. Papers on his desk draw his attention; business papers that need resolving and responses. A textile factory and several printing presses are all under his name and they need funds, ideas, plans on where to go next. What new clothing pattern is “in��, what is going on in the world, all of it belongs to him. And all of it needs him to be at his best. There’s no time for grieving, no time to just sit and wonder how it all fell apart. “She’s all settled into her new room.” The voice startles Andrej more than he’d care to admit, but when he recovers and notices Victoria standing in the doorway, he relaxes. “Lovely,” he coughs, returning his gaze to the papers before him, “can you take a look at these samples for me? The factory wants to know what to go with for the summer styles.” She approaches, quietly, staring at him as if he’s lost his mind. “You just suffered a great loss and you’re working? I’m sure all this can afford to wait.” “The world doesn’t wait for those who grieve, we just accept our fate and move on.” He replies gruffly, and though his heart shatters a little more at his own words, he knows he’s right. The world continues to move, he can’t afford to stop while everything else carries on. Weakness makes him easy to prey on. “I appreciate your concern, but work must continue. Now, which sample should I send back?” Frustrated, Victoria just points to one of the samples and watches as he tosses the other two away. She can tell he’s hurting, it’s in the way his hands shake, it’s in the way he won’t meet her gaze, and it’s in the way the room is so dark. “At least take some breaks, okay? The world needs you, but we need you more.” She sighs softly, eyeing him for a moment longer. “You should come down to dinner. Get acclimated with the things shifting around.” He looks up, eyeing her suspiciously for a moment. “Vic, I appreciate whatever it is you’re aiming to do, but I just want to be alone. Please.” “Okay, okay, just… just remember to look after yourself. I’ll be up to bring you something to eat around dinnertime.” She leaves, the door clicking shut behind her. He’s alone again and it’s something he hasn’t felt in such a long time. The loneliness is soul crushing, especially when you know just under this roof is someone you once held so dear. But he’s done what he can do, now he must work. Ink meets paper, twirling to meet words that fall from his fingertips like a lie falls from the lips of an experienced thief. He’s done things like this a million times that it now all feels so natural to him. It’s clockwork. If the amount of fabric exceeds the amount of money they have, he siphons money from Engelbrecht Printing to pay for whatever they can’t, and vice versa. Though people could afford to go without the newspaper, but clothes were a much needed necessity. Sometimes people needed favors, be it through opening a tab or sharing information. On occasion this information has aided him in freeing many mutants from a fate worse than death. They were a hunted species, one whose only crime was being born with powers beyond the general public’s understanding. Time and time again he had witnessed his brothers and sisters be murdered in their homes, in the streets, anywhere they were found. You could be accused of being a mutant and if you had no means to silence such

accusations, you would be. Andrej was the Jack of All Trades. There wasn’t a thing he couldn’t do — though it all comes at a great price. He’s learned long ago to keep everything under wraps, but the randomness of his mutant ability comes in handy when he rescues others like him. Especially when he smuggles them across the border into Canada. Though he isn’t lucky enough to decide what ability he gets to use, it is still a useful tool regardless. Oftentimes it’s set at the ability to control the final destination of a bullet. It’s what he’s known for. He’s grown tired of it — reasonably so. He’s been fighting the fight for mutants ever since he was old enough to understand the severity of existing as a mutant. He fought to protect mutants in Germany, now he has to do the same in America. But after the fall of New Tech after the twenty-first century, having to constantly monitor what goes into the daily paper before it’s put out has its toll. He controls what the people see, typically only making sure everything is propaganda free, but oftentimes, something slips by. To the untrained eye, the things that slip by are just jumbled messes, but to Andrej, they’re threats. They’re hints at where to find bodies, where they’re going to strike mutants next, etc. All of which has puts a large burden on his shoulders. The papers can wait, he decides, heading out of the study and downstairs. Papers like that can always wait. He’s never been one to enjoy the sights they had to offer anyways. She’s down there, with Victoria, and the paperboy he often uses to deliver most of his messages. Elizabeth, Victoria, and Philip. They’re playing a game of chess with Philip watching, but the moment he enters the room, they look at him. “Oh! I got a letter for you, boss!” Philip is on his feet, rummaging through his pockets to produce a slightly crumpled letter. “Came all the way from Germany, Sir! Just for you!” Andrej eyes him with suspicion before taking the letter. “Have you had coffee today, Philip? It’s not healthy for you. You get too hyper.” Philip is a little over a foot shorter than he is with golden hair and dark green eyes. He’s freckled, but his face is covered in dirt from his run to the shared home. He’s content with fulfilling his duties though, sparing Andrej a sloppy grin. “Maybe, Sir, but it looked tasty!” He retorts, keeping his lopsided grin. “Whatcha gettin’ letters from Germany for?” “It’s nothing of importance,” he tucks the letter away, “most likely in regards to my sister, but I’ll read it later.” “Sister? You have a sister?” Elizabeth perks up and he tenses incredibly. She’s beautiful, a lot more than he ever seemed to recall. But he forces his mind to think of her as average. She has average brown hair, average brown eyes, average voice. Nothing outstanding about her. He purses his lips, as if deciding whether she was worth talking to or not. “I do. She writes often.” “Then shouldn’t you read it and respond to her? I’m sure she’d be eager to hear your response!” She’s bright and happy, a complete opposite to everything he’s become. To everything that stands in Old York. She doesn’t belong here. “When I read and respond to my mail, is not your concern.” He returns, sharp and quick with his words. “She can wait a while until I have time. For now, there’s stuff to be done.” “Not more work is it? You’ve been working way too much for someone who lost the love of his life.” Victoria warns, eyeing him suspiciously. “I guess we’ll never know what I’m up to, then,” he retorts, returning her warning gaze, “I have to go drop by the factory and after that a trip to the main printing shop. I’m looking at buying more property, a bar, maybe. Can never have too much alcohol, besides, people talk when they’re drunk. We need that information.” Victoria leans back, brows raised. “Don’t make any quick decisions on the bar, then. We should look at locations that’ll provide a higher chance of accurate information.” “I’ve got a few places picked out, they’re in a folder on my desk somewhere. You’re welcome to look through

them,” Andrej nods, distracted almost, “and while you’re at it, there’s a few pages I pulled from printing that mention some young mutants. I’ve found where they are, just bring them here so we can get them set up.” She watches him curiously. “Can I take Elizabeth? Show her how we roll around here? Philip can come too, they’ll probably trust him more if they’re near his age.” “Take who you like, Vic. Just keep an eye out. Things have been getting rough all around.” He pulls out a watch from his vest pocket, opening it to check the time. “Three hours. I’ll need you back in three hours. Not a minute later unless you’re looking for trouble. I’m short staffed already, I don’t need more.” Philip lets out a small whoop of excitement much to Andrej’s utter dismay, but at least someone was enjoying themselves. He’s only thirteen so Andrej can’t quite fault him for the excitement, even if it’s a little false and wrong to feel such an emotion in a time of great turmoil. Not like people were dropping like flies every day. “Andrej, you’re doing the thing again,” Victoria snaps her fingers in front of her eyes, “you zoned out again. You should see someone about that, you’ve been doing it pretty often recently.” “It’s just stress, I’ll be fine. A little rest is all that can cure stress, I’m afraid, and right now I can’t do that.” He shakes his head, though, every part of him whines for him to just stop and rest. He can’t let his mind wander to darker spaces, not when there are still people who need to be saved. If he falters once, he might not come back from it. “I’ll rest when I can, okay? Just give me some time.” “Alright,” Victoria relents, smiling, “you should take a stop by O’Conner’s when you come back. Pick up some of that good bread, and maybe, just maybe some sweets? We all deserve it.” He snorts. “Yes, yes. I’ll bring back some good bread and sweets. You’re all a bunch of addicted fools, but I’ll do it anyway.” He can feel Elizabeth’s eyes on him, but he shakes the uneasy feeling as he finally heads out. He doesn’t like being looked at like that, nor was he a fan of her, really, but the staring made him feel like he was in some sort of freak show. It robs him of everything in one fell swoop, as if he’s nothing but a freak to throw things at.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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“hellfire”

A little one shot based on a throwaway line in “Dyad” that I felt like expanding on. I realized I only showed the titular dyad at full power once in the story so this should be a special treat! Enjoy.

synopsis: Julius prepares a plan for the final battle against an invading kingdom. Takes place shortly before BC canon. Also my OC Lisa is there and they kick ass.

“ About a month before my 26th birthday, the Diamond Kingdom attempted yet another invasion. This time, they were serious, and much better prepared. Luckily they went through the town of Kiten first, instead of my hometown to the North. Still, they gained a valuable foothold and prepared to make a rush to the capital. We didn't have much time to mobilize, and really didn't have a plan of attack. But we attacked... and Julius lead the magic knights into the most important battle of his term so far. I was lucky enough to fight beside him, and all the other Magic Knights; people who were old friends, and people who became new friends. Fortunately, we emerged victorious. The Capital roared with celebration as we arrived back, showering Julius and the others with praise. Everyone wanted to be a magic knight now, and everyone wanted to become the Wizard King. They would be telling stories about his spell for years to come... White Hell. “

Dyad, chapter 53

(Six months before the beginning of Black Clover)

“A push towards the Capitol? Right now?”

“Yes, sir,” Marx stammered, his hands shaking as he held the report. Yami stood behind him, beaten and battered but with a neutral expression on his face and a cigarette hanging between his teeth. The smoke dissipated quickly in the cool night air blowing in through Julius’s open bedroom window. He usually didn’t like to be bothered at this time of night, but when at war, a ruler must be ready to act at any time.

“What about the defenses in Kiten?” Julius asked, reaching up and rubbing the last of his sleep out of his eyes. “Weren’t you stationed there, Yami?”

“Yep. I beat a bunch of them up,” the younger man replied gruffly. “If I were by myself, it would be easy, but it’s harder to fight when ya got a squad full of idiots to protect.”

Despite the situation, Julius let out a huff of laughter. Nervous laughter, but laughter all the same. “I see, so you fell back… well…” His gaze moved to the window, his wise, old mind starting to work hard. Every solution, every possibility, ran circles between his ears. It’ll take too long to mobilize everyone to defend the city… not to mention that, if we aren’t prepared, civilians are going to get hurt… His brow furrowed as his fingers pinched his chin once, his eyes closing briefly. Our best bet is to catch them on the way… but how am I going to gather enough knights, tell them the plan, then get them into position in time? Ah, this is bad…

Why on earth did Lisa have to be gone now-

Lisa. That was it. She was the answer… like always.

Julius’s eyes popped back open. “Yami, Marx, gather anyone in the capitol right now. All the captains if you can.”

Marx frowned. “Sir, will that be enough?”

“Yes… I think. If Lisa can get here in time-” Julius let out a groan. It’s bad enough that she left to visit Mereoleona for a whole month, but of course war broke out while she’s gone. Not that she would have known…

“Lisa? Oh no…” Yami took out his cigarette to glare disapprovingly at Julius. “Don’t tell me you two are gonna do that creepy link thing again?”

Marx raised an eyebrow, but Julius couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

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Two hours later, the group they managed to throw together headed out by broom to the calculated interception point. The night wind rippled Julius’s golden locks as he flew, this time on a carpet that Marx procured. They hung towards the back of the group, which consisted of only the magic knights captains and a few of the knights already stationed in the capitol. Everyone was tense, glancing back at their King who had told them a worryingly little amount of details about this plan. Even Marx, who had inside information, was a little worried. “Lord Julius, if she doesn’t show up-”

“She will.” Julius cut him off, glancing back at the blue-haired man. “She’s on her way now…” his mouth twitched into a smile. “I can feel it.”

Marx gulped nervously, his hold tightening on the edge of the carpet. “How can you say that? I’ve been with you this whole time, and you never called her-”

“When you left to let me get dressed-” Julius cut in once again, his eyes focused up ahead. “I took a moment to clear my head… and sure enough, I could hear her.”

Marx blinked, starting to understand. So… they can talk to each other like that? Miles and miles apart, and yet, he just needs to clear his head. He knew about Lisa’s strange Dyad power, and how she and Julius shared magic as a result. They complimented each other perfectly, and he had always suspected that there was something more than love behind that synchrony. Well… maybe that synchrony was a result of love after all. But that wasn’t his main worry right now.

“So… you’re telling me you don’t have a backup plan?”

Julius was still for a moment, but then he shook his head.

“No. We don’t need one.” His gaze hardened, and his smile widened. “We will win.”

“THERE THEY ARE!”

Fuegoleon Vermillion’s loud voice boomed out into the darkness. He was at the head of the group, tagging a ride on Nozel’s Mercury Eagle spell, and was the first to spot the enemy. “Remember the plan! Engage!”

“KEH KEH! Don’t think you can order me around.” Jack suddenly zoomed past him on his broom, the scythes on his arms glowing green in the night. “I don’t need you to tell me how to slice up my prey!”

He swung his arms forward, and two huge slashes ripped through the night. The opposing army scattered, more than two hundred strong, and then converged on the magic knights like a swarm of bees.

Before chaos erupted, Yami glanced back at his mentor one last time. Julius nodded, then he and Marx descended out of sight below the treeline a moment before impact.

Spells were everywhere, people were yelling, and bursts of light shattered the otherwise peaceful slumber of the earth. Julius stepped off his broom and peered upwards, his eyes widened exponentially and sparkling like a kid in a candy shop. “Amazing… all the captains fighting at once-”

“T-There’s too many of them…” Julius looked over at the sound of Marx’s hoarse voice. He was staring up in the sky too, but with less wonder in his eyes. “We’ll never win…”

Julius’s laugh surprised him. “Marx, I know I couldn’t even take on that many people… not alone, not with all the Captains at my back. But you saw Lisa and I fight together before, remember?”

Of course Marx remembered. No one present that day could ever forget what happened. He witnessed something… indescribable.

Lost in the memory, Marx did not notice the attacker from behind until it was too late. Something slashed down, hitting him in the back. Blood flew crimson against the black sky.

“J-Juli-”

Marx’s mouth opened, but he couldn’t even finish the name before he hit the ground. Julius started to turn around, almost in slow motion, his gaze landing on his fallen friend first. For one brief moment, shock froze him in place and he was helpless to the mage now leveling another attack at his head.

Marx…

Before Julius could do anything, the tree trunks around him lit up. A bright blue streak of light, sparking and snapping with power, struck the assassin through the back. His body jerked, then fell down limply at the Wizard King’s feet.

That spell…

Flame Magic: Solar Bolt.

Julius knew it well. It was one of his favorites.

“Lisa?”

Sure enough, a woman stepped out from behind the trees. She was short, petite, even with her traveling cloak thrown over her shoulders, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of her as she walked with such… purpose. At least, Julius couldn’t.

“There you are-” Her eyes caught his, moonlight reflecting off of her irises like mirrors. She smiled. “-Julius.”

With a sigh of relief, Julius let a grin burst forth on his own face. Forgetting about the battle for the moment, he stepped over the assassin’s body on the ground and bounded towards her. With one swoop, he grabbed her into his arms in a tight hug. She was as warm as always, his little space heater that he missed dearly when she was away. Lisa let out a momentary protest, but he couldn’t hear it over the joy in his heart.

“Julius! Isn’t there, like, a super important battle happening right now? We don’t have time for hugs!” Lisa contradicted herself by letting her arms wrap around his middle and hug him back.

Julius chuckled before pulling back to look at her face. “So? We have time, I say so.” He gave her a wink before reality set in once again. “Ah, but we’ll have time later.”

Lisa nodded before peering around his shoulder. “You okay, Marx?”

“Thanks for asking.” Marx had sat up, still wincing from the pain on the wound on his back. “Luckily it just knocked me over, and it’s not deep.”

“Oh! Well-” Julius was already running over. “Let me close it up-”

“NO! Julius, Lisa, do your… thing. If this can be over as quickly as you say it will, get on with it.” Marx’s annoyance broke for a moment to give Julius a confident smile. “We have a plan, remember? I’m still able to complete my part. You can heal me after you do yours.”

Julius gave him a nod before standing up again. “Right…” He looked down at the fallen assassin. “Is he going to wake up?”

“No.” Lisa walked over and craned her neck to look up at the battle. “Yikes… that’s not good. Are our people still mixed in with all the enemies?”

“For the time being. That’s where Marx comes in. Now, Darling…” Lisa looked back down to see Julius extend his hand to her. “Are you ready?”

With a deep breath, Lisa nodded. “Yes.”

She took his hand and the two of them ran out of the forest to the field underneath the battle.

In a way, it was lucky that Lisa had just been on sabbatical in the grand magic zone. She retreated there about once a year to train with Mereoleona, and learned how to channel large amounts of magic through a body that wasn’t necessarily built to do so. All of that training, all that pain, all this development, she did it because she knew a decisive moment like this would come.

I have to be strong enough… not just for the Kingdom.

She looked up at the back of Julius’s head as he led them ahead.

But for him, above all else.

Finally, the two of them slowed to a stop in a good central area. Magic was still whizzing above, the tables not yet turned but close to getting there. There were just too many of the enemy, but soon that would all change. Julius sucked in one last breath before grabbing Lisa’s other hand and turning to face her. “Are you sure you can do this?”

She nodded, but Julius could feel her hands trembling. With a calm smile, he leaned down a bit to look into her eyes. “We’ll be together the whole time, remember? I won’t let you get hurt. Remember what you said to me the first time?”

Slowly, Lisa nodded once again, more sure this time.

“As if I would let you kill me.”

Her grimoire started to glow white, the pages flipping to one emblazoned with a symbol; the same symbol that marked Lisa as Simulcian, as someone who could form a Dyad. Lisa could already feel her mark pulsing, glowing brighter and brighter in the darkness. It was working, as if it had done this a million times instead of just a handful. Julius winced slightly as an identical mark suddenly burst to life on his own head, right next to his swallowtail mark. “Ah… it’s working.”

Lisa nodded, her hands tightening in his. Magic was cycling now, between the two of them, faster and faster and faster and-

I- I can’t do it-

Every time the mana moved through her, Lisa felt the familiar sensation of her very soul breaking.

It’s going to hurt… it’s going to be scary…

She squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to ground herself again. Images were flashing through her mind, both her thoughts and Julius. Each flash brighter and bigger than the last, building up, amplifying, getting so massive that she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer-

But this is what it’s supposed to do…

Slowly, she opened her eyes to look back up into Julius’s. His eyes were starting to glow like hers, but he was still smiling.

In order to become all-powerful… I must destroy myself. I must destroy both of us.

It’s alright, Lisa. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.

I won’t be alone.

Without closing her eyes, Lisa leaned up, and Julius bent down to meet her. Their foreheads touched, and their souls shattered.

For one brief moment, neither of them existed. The Ego, the very shape of the Self, was gone, destroyed by the sheer force of their combined mana. But then, it reformed. One new Ego… one new Self.

A Dyad.

Marx watched from the treeline, leaned up against a trunk, his eyes widened as he watched the two of them glowing violently. They’re doing it… are they- He sucked in a breath as Lisa stepped back. They were still hand-in-hand, but it wasn’t them. The being that stood there appeared to have two bodies, but when they turned to look at Marx, he knew he was looking at just one thing. It worked.

Marx stuck to the plan. He raised his hand to the sky and fired off a bright, loud mana blast, which exploded like a firework a couple meters up.

Yami caught sight of the light, his heart skipping an anxious beat. “Everyone! Get out of the sky!” he yelled, swinging his sword once to dispel his enemy before diving down. The other 8 captains and their crew followed, zipping away from the cloud of the enemy as fast as they could. Yami glanced down to see Lisa and Julius standing there, glowing eyes locked on the sky. “Shit, they’re about to blow this place to high heaven.”

Just as Yami predicted, the Dyad made their move. Their movements were eerie, yet perfectly in sync. They were extensions of each other’s bodies, one mind and one soul shared in order to perform a feat of magic.

This is going to be difficult to explain to the others.

Their hands clasped together, pulling closer together as if they were performing some strange waltz. But then they pointed towards the sky towards the swarm of attackers who were just now realizing that they had fallen into a trap.

At the very tip of their fingers, pressed together with intimacy and precision, a pure white ball of fire started to form. It was only the size of a marble… but it caused the very earth to shake.

Finally, their lips moved to utter the spell.

“Instant Fire Magic: White Hell.”

In that moment, the night ceased to exist. A second sun burst to life in the sky, engulfing the attacking army in its entirety. Light bathed the land, as bright as noon, and more than two hundred people screamed their life out into the abyss.

As quickly as it started, it was over. Darkness fell over the landscape, as is if it had never been lit up in the first place. Two hundred soldiers of brooms and carpets were suspended in the air, then went limp and started to fall to earth.

The Dyad did not notice.

They stood there together, inside the recess of their shared mind. It was warm and cozy, like the sanctuary of a bed or even the safety of a mother’s womb. They stood there together, their palms pressed against the other’s. Lisa smiled up at Julius, and he smiled right back. There was so much he wanted to say to her in this moment, but he didn’t have to utter a single word. She knew.

Because, to be a Dyad is to destroy yourself… to destroy yourself and become something beautiful. It is the only way to truly be known.

Julius blinked, and it was over. Smoke and dust filled the air, dirt kicked up from the force of many bodies hitting the ground around him. He looked up into the sky and grinned when he saw that not a single mage managed to avoid the attack. “Look at that! We did it, Lisa, you did it-”

He looked down, and realized that she had collapsed at his feet in a puddle of her own blood.

“LISA!”

Julius fell to his knees with a strangled cry, quickly turning his lover over into his lap. The sight made him as queasy as it did all those years ago; there was blood coming from her nose and ears, and her eyes were shut. Panic beat itself into his chest at the sight and his hands trembled.

Oh god… oh no… I- I actually killed her this time- I should have never-

But then, Lisa cracked open an eye, her lips twitching into a ghost of a smile.

“Boo.”

Julius groaned, his shoulders slumping with relief. “Lisa! Don’t scare me like that!” he admonished lightly, his heart still pounding slightly. “Jesus... I’m gonna have to spank you.” Despite the situation, he threw in a little joke to make her smile.

“Hmm, you can try.” Lisa winked before wincing again. Julius winced as well, feeling a phantom pain through his own head. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, mostly.” Lisa sat up with some help from Julius, leaning into his chest while she caught her breath. “It hurt a lot, but not as much as last time for sure!”

“Good, good.” Julius pulled out his handkerchief and started to tenderly wipe away the blood on her face. So, she’s grown a lot since last time… To be able to share magic, both members of a Dyad have to be able to withstand the full force of their combined mana. Back in the beginning, Lisa almost died with every attempt. But by working hard and honing the magic Julius shared with her, she was able to do so much better. Pride swelled in his heart, and he couldn’t help himself; he leaned down and gave her a kiss. Her lips were still tinted with the metallic taste of blood, but they were warm.

“Lord Julius!”

Julius quickly broke away (reluctantly) as the other captains ran over. Most of them had stunned looks on their faces, but Fuegoleon and Yami were pensive. The two of them saw the first Dyad on that day long ago, but they were still surprised to see how it had developed.

This power… Fuegoleon gulped, his eyes flickering between Julius and Lisa on the ground. So easily… they decimated the entire Diamond army.

Both of them are scary enough by themselves, but when they’re together… Yami shook his head to himself. It’s unreal. I guess I should be grateful.

“What was that?” Rill piped up, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Julius bit his lip, exchanging a glance with Lisa. She was too drained to even move except for a small shrug. They had agreed to keep her power secret, so this was going to be difficult to explain. “Er- a combo spell we’ve been working on. I’ll explain later.”

There was a murmur of agreement among the others. William narrowed his eyes slightly underneath his mask.

Interesting…

“Now!” Julius quickly grabbed Lisa bridal style and rose to his feet. “I better get her home, and get Marx healed as well. The rest of you should contain all the prisoners then drop them off at the border. The reinforcements should make short work of the force at Kiten.”

“Prisoners?” Nozel repeated, glancing back at the bodies strewn everywhere. “But sir, aren’t they… dead?”

Julius let out a hearty laugh. “Of course not! How would that look if we just killed 200 people like that? Anyway, I want witnesses so they know never to come back again.”

“Amazing…” Charlotte’s eyes widened. “How did you save them from the fall?”

“Oh, that…” Julius shrugged before turning away to rejoin Marx. Lisa peeked over his shoulder to smirk back at the other captains before finishing his sentence.

“They are alive because we decided it was so.”

The two of them soon disappeared into the night, leaving 7 of the 9 captains very confused… and awestruck.

The Capital roared with celebration as we arrived back, showering Julius and the others with praise.

Everyone wanted to be a magic knight now, and everyone wanted to become the Wizard King.

They would be telling stories about his spell for years to come... White Hell.

Well… our spell.

#fjaskdlfjskl #battle couple? battle couple #that's literally all a dyad is #lol #bc oc #black clover #julius novachrono #julisa #oc: lisa #writing #fic #dyad

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 8)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 8)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,830

Tags: @cosmo-bear, @two-unbeatable-beaters

Author Notes: I loved writing this one. I kinda had a rough draft written down of how I wanted it to go but this had a mind of it’s own and decided to throw my rough draft out and make it’s own way. I hope you enjoy!

Gif by: @bubble-tea-bunny

The invitation is taunting you silently as it lies on your desk on top of the pile of paperwork that you have to go through. You’ve heard the whispers throughout the halls all day today about it. Huffing softly you roll your eyes and reach for the envelope with the looping script of your name on the front. Just as you pull it close to you to open it you hear your cellphone ding with a text message. Momentarily distracted you reach for your cellphone and smile at the text notification from Jack.

Did you get your invitation?

Yes haven’t it opened it yet tho.

Why not?

Not sure if I wanna bother. Don’t have anything to wear and I hate shopping.

Darlin’ you could wear a brown sack and I’d still think you were gorgeous.

I’m sure the others wouldn’t appreciate that Jack.

You huff at Jack’s texts and turn back to the invitation. You hadn’t been lying to him; you really didn’t have anything to wear. At least not something that would be appropriate for a Statesman gala. Statesman held an annual gala for all of its agents to sort of let loose and mingle among each other. Not to mention most of the employees of Statesman liked to dress up. You weren’t one of them and you had thought Jack wasn’t either but you might have been wrong.

You’re right they might not appreciate it. Plus I’d probably get too jealous of them staring at you.

You laughed softly as you read his text message rolling your eyes.

Smooth Jack, real smooth.

Well if it makes you feel any better I’d love to see you all dressed up. I’d dress up in a monkey suit just for ya darlin’. ;)

Laughing loudly you shook your head, looks like you hadn’t been wrong about him. You pulled the invitation out of the envelope and your eyes darted over the flowing script advising of where the gala was being held and the date and time of it. This year it was being held at Champagne’s country club and you knew that it was prestigious space that just screamed of esteemed notability. So ball gown fancy. Sighing softly you ran a hand over your face; you knew Jack wanted to attend the gala with you. If his words meant anything he was hoping to see you in a gown. Something that you didn’t normally wear, hell you didn’t even wear dresses around him. It just wasn’t your style. Other than your work suits, you were more worn blue jeans and tank tops comfy than anything else. On occasion you’d wear shorts or capris and t-shirts but mostly it was blue jeans and tanks. Maybe just this once you could wear a pretty dress to knock Jack on his cute ass. You smirked softly to yourself as you swept up your phone and shooting off a text.

What’s in it for me?

Whatever you want and it’s yours darlin’.

You stared at your phone for a long moment. Oh that was dangerous to dangle in front of you. You had been hounding Jack for weeks to train you on his whips, the electro and regular one, but he had been dodging you left and right and you were getting frustrated with him. You wanted to learn so that you were more well-rounded with weapons and didn’t solely rely on just your desert eagle firearms or the knives that you knew how to wield. You grinned softly, you knew Jack was thinking on the more romantic side by dangling that promise but this was perfect for you.

Fine I’ll get all dressed up and meet you there. In return you’re going to teach me your whips.

Your phone lay silent for a few minutes and you grew worried that you had over stepped, but then suddenly your desk phone was ringing. You looked over to the caller I.D. and smiled softly recognizing Jack’s New York number.

“Don’t think you can talk your way out of this Jack.” You teased confidently as you picked up the phone. You leaned back in your seat and twirled the cord of the phone around your finger absent mindedly.

“I wouldn’t think of it darlin’.” Jack drawled softly over the line. “I was calling to ask if you really didn’t have anything to wear to this thing.” He said curiously.

“Well yeah, Jack. The last time I got this dressed up for a party was probably my prom.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“Shit.” He whispered softly and you laughed loudly.

“Yeah Jack.” You agreed amused. “But I’ll suffer through shopping just for you.” You teased amicably.

“You mean you’ll suffer through it just so I’ll have to train ya.” He teased back and you could just picture the wide grin on his face. You hummed happily at him and heard his deep laughter drift over the phone line. “You’re nothing if not persistent.”

“Yup.” you remarked pensively as your mind instantly began thinking of what stores you should check for a dress that would be appropriate. You had two weeks to find a dress that looked good on you to make Jack’s jaw drop. You were confident that you could get it done.

“Will you let me know what color your dress is?” he asked catching your attention. You frowned softly in confusion.

“Why?” you asked bewildered. You heard Jack’s deep laughter fill your ear and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t laughing at you to be cruel but he was still laughing at you.

“So I can match you darlin’. Want everyone to know who I’m there with.” He said affectionately. You blushed even deeper as you realized that he was going to actively mark himself as your date. And though it wasn’t really a secret that you and Jack were seeing each other it was just something that was never brought up in conversation. “Unless you don’t want me to.” Came Jack’s unsure tone.

“No, no. I’d love it if you matched your tie to my dress.” You said lovingly and felt your chest fill with warmth. He was willing to make a statement and you were going to stand proudly next to him.

“Well then, you let me know what color I have to get.” He teased in a low gravel and you felt your stomach do a flip. This man was so dangerous for you. “Hell, even a sneak peek would be appreciated.” Jack flirted shamelessly and you huffed out a breathy laugh.

“Nope.” You responded quickly popping the ‘p’. Jack groaned softly at your words and you laughed again. “You’ll just have to wait and see me at the gala, charming.”

“Not even a little sneak peek?” he groaned into your ear. “It’d help me get through the next two weeks without you darlin’.” He crooned over the line and you felt your stomach tighten even more at his tone. You wished he was here with you now, your mind instantly wondered what it would be like going shopping with Jack. At the thought your cheeks flushed deeply again and you let out a soft breath.

“Consider the anticipation foreplay.” You breathed out over the line and suddenly Jack let out a moan that gripped your body and squeezed out your breath.

“Darlin’.” He exhaled out breathily. “You are going to be the death of me.” He warned in a sensual tone.

“Likewise Jack.” You sassed back to him and he let out a husky laugh.

“Hmm I bet darlin’, I just bet. What are you doing right now?” he asked sounding aroused.

“Good bye Jack, love you! I’ll let you know my color!” You said quickly and hung up the phone. You were not prepared for that road that he was trying to go down yet. Your cellphone chimed on your desk and sighed picking it up.

I love you too darlin’. The smile that overtook your face made your cheeks hurt and you felt an excitement start to fill your body for the gala.

Jack stood at the bar with Tequila ordering a drink from the bar tender. The gala had just started and Jack had made sure that he was here early so that he’d be there before you showed up. He was excited to finally see you after two weeks of just phone calls, text messages and video calls. It was never the same as when he got to see you face to face. He always missed you terribly and he every time he said his goodbyes over the phone with you he could always hear in your voice that you missed him just as much. But tonight he was going to finally get to see you and not only that he was going to get to see you dressed up.

You had texted him a picture of the color of your dress, it was a deep vibrant purple color that didn’t surprise him. He knew it would look amazing on you. He had tried to decipher from the picture what fabric the dress was made out of but for the life of him he couldn’t. You had been sneaky and sent him a picture of the underside of the dress so that he wouldn’t have any clue to what the dress looked like, because you didn’t put it past Jack to scour the net to find your dress. Jack surmised he would’ve done it to if you had given any little clue. But he knew you wanted this to be a surprise to him and he’d let it happen just because it’d make you happy.

“So have you seen Cur since you got back earlier?” Tequila asked amused as he looked over at Jack. Jack just shook his head as he turned to lean his back against the bar and survey the crowd searching the doors for you quickly. He didn’t want to miss you if he could.

“Excuse me Mr. Daniels?” came a squeaky soft voice to Jack’s side where Tequila wasn’t. He turned to see a rather petite young black haired woman who looked awfully nervous to be bothering him.

“Yes?” he asked composedly.

“There’s a call from the New York office. They said it was urgent.” She explained hurriedly and Jack sighed tiredly. Even when he was out of the state work still needed his attention. “I’m sorry.” Said the woman next to him. He shook his head dejectedly.

“Not your fault. Where can I take the call?” he asked wearily. She waved a hand behind her and moved to show him where.

It’s not long after taking the call that Jack is walking back to the main room of the country club when he hears the growing voices from outside the doors. It sounds as if more guests have shown up. He hovers just outside the doors letting his eyes sweep around the room to see if he spots you. Suddenly he hears your laughter and his eyes are drawn over to the bar where you stand with Tequila laughing about something and his jaw drops.

You have your back to him and he’s able to let his eyes travel over your body. The dress you’re wearing is a deep vibrant purple that looks wonderful on you. The top half of the dress has lace over it and pretty lace sleeves that travel to just below your elbows. The bottom half of the dress is a long a flowing gauzy material and Jack can’t keep his eyes off you. He silently stalks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist, his fingers brushing over twisting metal at the belt of the dress.

“Oh my.” He whispers in your ear and he feels you shiver against his body. “Consider me at your mercy tonight darlin’.” he continues to whisper into your ear.

“Just for tonight?” you ask teasingly as you turn in his arms with a smile. He frowns softly and nods his head and watches as the disappointment flutters over your features.

“New York needs me back by morning.” He grumbles softly as he pulls you closer to him.

“So…you’re sorta like Cinderella?” you joke grinning up at him and he shakes his head at you with a small smile gracing his lips. You sigh softly and he rests his forehead against yours. “Alright.” You concede and lift up to brush a soft kiss against his mouth. “I wanna dance with you before you have to go back.” You tell him tenderly. “I’ve missed you.” Jack can feel his heart twist with guilt and lift with your admission that you have missed him. He nods his head and leads you onto the dancefloor.

“This dress is beautiful on you darlin’.” he tells you as you both begin to sway to the soft music playing in the room. “I’m a lucky guy to have such a beautiful lady on my arm tonight.” He says sincerely.

“And you’re so handsome Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you a tuxedo before.” You simper to him as your arms are wrapped around his neck and your fingers dance in the hairs at the back of his neck. He shivers slightly pulling you closer to him to where he can’t tell where you start and he ends.

“I’m sorry I have to go back so soon darlin’.” He confesses morosely. You shrug your shoulders silently frowning softly.

“I’m just glad to have this time with you Jack. I know it’s difficult to find time for each other with both of us being at different offices. Which is why I love any time I get with you.” You say candidly as you shrug your shoulders again. “Maybe one day we’ll line up to where we can spend more time together.” You utter contemplatively. Jack looks down at you and wonders if you would ever consider transferring to the New York office to be with him. He knew if he could transfer to be here in Kentucky at HQ he would in a heartbeat but he’s one the few senior agents in New York and until someone else moves to senior agent he won’t be able to transfer. But if you did…

“I’m grateful for every moment I get with you darlin’. Every moment.” He leans in and whispers against your lips before he’s kissing you deeply and almost desperately. The feeling of you pressed against his front and your lips slanting against his has his head in a dizzy spin. Neither of you part until you hear a throat clearing next to you. You both look over to Champagne smirking at the two of you.

“Sorry to break up you two lovebirds. But dinner is going to be served soon.” He expresses almost embarrassedly. You both nod and move to take your seats next to each other at the table Tequila is sitting at with his date and Ginger and her date. Tequila grins mischievously at the two of you and wiggles his eyebrows and Jack scowls at the younger man.

“Got caught by Champ huh?” Tequila taunts cheerfully. You roll your eyes at Tequila as Jack helps you ease into your seat and pushes your chair in for you. You smile over at Jack as he sits next to you and he can’t help but smile affectionately back at you. His mind still trying to come up with a good way to broach the topic of possibly transferring offices. He feels your hand slide into his and link your fingers together under the table and he looks over you and sees a timid smile gracing your lips. He looks away smiling widely and can feel heat flushing over his cheeks lightly. Suddenly he feels your breath ghost over his ear and he shivers in his seat.

“I love you Jack.” you whisper into his ear. “I’m going to do everything I can to show you that.” you claim confidently. Jack’s heart stops and instantly starts to hammer in his chest. How someone could make him feel like he was on top of the world with such simple words he would never know. He grips your hand tighter in his and tugs your arm a little closer to him and your body follows til it’s pressed against his side and turns his head to you quickly and feels you gasp out against his lips. And suddenly he’s kissing you deeply and feels you melt against him more. Pulling away he nips at your bottom lip and feels your body jerk against him.

“I love you too darlin’. And you show me in every way imaginable that I am loved. And I am so grateful for it and you.” He whispers against your lips while his eyes never leave yours. He’s definitely going to take the next step with you and ask you to transfer to be with him, he thinks.

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ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part seventeen: decisions]

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Warnings: Nothing bad, just some k-i-s-s-i-n-ggg ;)

A/N: I love the above gif just because this is how I imagine Drake would kiss Camille and I tend to use it for a lot of my fics because it’s so apt. That’s all, I just wanted to share!

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Liam stared at his computer screen, trying to absorb the information in front of him but found it hard to do so. It had been a long work day and all he wanted was to get back to his apartment, cosy up and watch something on Netflix.

He was still hurt after Camille. Of course he was. But Liam had been raised to know that how someone treated you was a reflection on them; not on yourself. If Camille chose to treat him like shit, then that was on her. All Liam could do was try and get over it, which was why he had been working overtime at his job so he was distracted and busy. But he was finding that even he had a limit. His body was bone tired, exhausted.

Liam rubbed his eyes harshly and blinked hard. Maybe he should have another coffee? Or another energy drink?

‘Hey, are you coming out with us?’ a voice called out. Liam jumped at the surprise, making the person laugh. He looked over his shoulder to see the new girl of the office throwing on her coat.

‘Uhh.. I’m gonna stay and work late,’ he said.

‘You’ve been working late for the past four nights,’ she replied. ‘You deserve a drink.’

Liam sighed. Knowing she wouldn’t leave him alone, Liam logged off his computer and stood up wearily. The new girl raised her eyebrows.

‘You look like shit.’

Liam shrugged. ‘Thanks.’

She shot him a wide smile. ‘Come on then,’ she said. ‘We’re going to O’Malley’s. I’ll buy you a drink. Let me guess.. scotch?’

Liam had to smile. ‘Sounds perfect. I don’t think we’ve met? I’m Liam.’

The girl held out her hand for him to shake. ‘I’m Riley.’

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Camille’s new routine consisted of waking up early, practicing yoga then preparing breakfast for Gisele. As Gisele had the appetite of a sparrow, she only wanted a croissant and a cup of black coffee while she read her morning paper. This Friday morning was no different.

‘Ah mon petit chou, merci..’ she breathed, taking the cup of coffee from Camille. Camille smiled and helped Gisele sit up, making sure her pillows were fluffed up and comfortable. Gisele gave her a grateful kiss on the cheek and gestured for Camille to sit on the chair by the bed.

This was what they did now. Camille loved it; she hadn’t realised how much she had missed her grandmother until she was seeing her every day. Even though Camille’s life was in New York, she sometimes felt that maybe Texas would be a better fit. She could see Gisele more often, look after her if needed. She could find a job at the law firm in town, they were always hiring. She could see Drake..

Camille cursed herself. She shouldn’t get ahead of herself, not right now. Her engagement to Liam had just been called off, it was too soon and it wasn’t respectful to Liam. She had asked Drake for baby steps and he was giving her them; Camille should follow her own rule.

Baby steps. Baby steps. Baby steps.

‘So what are you doing today?’ Gisele asked her. ‘Please, regale me with news. I’ve been sat in this bed for a week now, bored out of my mind and stiff as a board. Have you been doing any kissing?’

‘Grandma!’ Camille scolded.

Gisele shrugged. ‘You have been spending more time with Drake, I just assumed..’

‘Shhh, don’t assume!’ Camille said. ‘We’re just taking it slow.’

Gisele eyed her seriously. ‘Slow because your relationship with Liam is caput?’

What a way with words.

‘Grandma..’

Gisele sighed. ‘Darling. You know I loved Liam. I really did. So kind and handsome.. So very handsome..’

‘Grandma..’ Camille groaned.

Gisele was brought back to earth and regarded her granddaughter with a stern expression. ‘But I also want to see you happy, that’s all. You’re allowed to make mistakes and bad decisions.. Just don’t keep making them. For once, I want you to make the right decision for you so you can end up with a happy life.’

Camille frowned. ‘Are you saying Drake is a bad decision?’

Gisele sipped her coffee and looked at Camille with steely eyes over the rim. She set the cup down and shrugged her shoulders back, assuming an air of poise. ‘Far from it,’ she finally said grandly. ‘You let him leave you all those years ago, which I assume you feel was a mistake. So, don’t do it again.’

Camille chewed a hangnail; Gisele sat forward to swat her hand. ‘Don’t ruin your nails!’

Camille rolled her eyes and sat down on her hands to stop herself from getting swatted again. Gisele sipped her coffee again and gestured for Camille to speak about her plans for the day.

‘I’m seeing Drake this afternoon for a drink by Clover’s grave,’ Camille told her. ‘Then he is coming over later to help me trim the rose bushes. The thorns are getting too much.’

‘So you’re spending all day together?’ Gisele asked, turning the page of her newspaper. ‘So much for taking it slow..’

‘Grandma!’

Gisele waved her hand in the air as if she was swatting a fly. ‘Gah, fine. But if he starts trimming your rose bush, I will know allll about it-’

Camille stood up, wrinkling her nose at her grandma’s brazenness. ‘That’s it, I’m going out. Enjoy your breakfast.’

Gisele sniggered and raised her coffee cup to Camille. ‘À votre santé!’ she called to Camille’s retreating figure.

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It was Friday evening, close to 5pm. Liam once again was trying to decide if he should drink another coffee or energy drink but was interrupted by Riley.

They had gone out with their colleagues the night before for a drink at O’Malleys. Liam had worked at the company for nearly three years now and was ashamed to admit that this had been his first time going out with his colleagues in the whole time he had been there.

‘O’Malleys?’ Riley asked him, stopping at his desk. ‘I believe it’s your round..’

Liam chuckled. ‘Is it now?’

‘Yup,’ she replied, giving him a cheeky smile. ‘I like mojitos, FYI.’

Liam logged off his computer and threw on his jacket. Giving Riley a winning smile, he gave her a nod. ‘Lead the way then.’

Riley laughed and pulled him along with her to join their colleagues. The group left the office, laughing and joking, as they rushed down the street to get to the bar.

O’Malley’s was not Liam’s kind of place. For one thing, it was an Irish bar which Liam found tacky at the best of times. He preferred wine bars and fine dining restaurants; not because he was arrogant, no, far from it. He had grown up being taken to those kinds of places with his parents and so had become accustomed to a more elegant lifestyle. That was probably why he had gotten along so well with Gisele.

Liam’s heart twinged at the thought of Gisele. He had genuinely really liked Camille’s grandmother. He hoped she was recovering from her hip operation. Maybe he should send her another bouquet of roses?

He quickly pushed the idea away. He didn’t want to step on Camille’s toes.

‘Alright, Liam, your round!’ Riley called. Liam smiled and went to the bar to order Riley a mojito and beer for himself and the others. As he waited for the drinks, he turned to look over at his colleagues. Out of all them, Riley shone brightest. She was short and dark haired with pale skin but it was her confidence and laugh that pushed her to the forefront. Just by being herself meant that she was already memorable.

Liam collected the drinks and carried them on a tray to the table. Riley took her mojito and gave him a warm smile. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘So, tell me about yourself.’

Liam chuckled. ‘Not much to tell.’

Riley sipped her mojito, looking up at him with big blue eyes. ‘Everyone’s got a story,’ she said simply. ‘What’s yours?’

Liam sipped his beer and cleared his throat awkwardly at her question. ‘Heh. I might need something stronger..’

Riley regarded him silently for a moment. Before Liam could react, she gently tapped a passing waitress on the arm.

‘Can we have two Scotch on the rocks please?’ she asked politely. ‘And keep them coming.’

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After sitting outside the ranch by Clover’s resting place and drinking beer, Drake and Camille wandered down to Camille’s grandmother’s to look at her roses. Camille had mentioned to him that the thorns were growing too unruly and she had cut herself a few times trying to tend to the flowers.

‘I’ll sort it out,’ he had told her. Drake always had to look after those he loved; he couldn’t let something lie. He was a good man that way; dependable. He would be the first to take you home after a night of drinking, ensuring you got home safe - Camille would know. He had taken Gisele to the hospital and picked up Camille from the airport. He went above and beyond his role as a friend, every single time.

‘Bonjour Gisele!’ Drake called as he entered the house with Camille.

‘Bonjour Drake!’ Gisele called back.

Giving Camille a grin, Drake shuffled through the house towards the French doors that opened out onto the garden. He let himself out into the garden and strode towards the rose bushes, crouching down to examine them.

‘Jesus, these are fucking death traps!’ he hollered.

Camille grimaced and settled down on the grass beside him. ‘I know, right?’ she said. ‘Evil.’

Drake shook his head. ‘Right, gimme the gloves.’

Camille handed him the gloves.

‘Clippers,’ he instructed, holding out his hand.

Camille handed him the rose clippers

‘Beer.’

Camille giggled and handed him a bottle of beer. Armed with his weapons, Drake got to work cutting the thorns off the rose stems so they were safe for Camile and Gisele to water. For thirty minutes in the Texas heat, he worked hard, only stopping occasionally to sip his beer and banter with Camille.

He was aware Camille was watching him intently. ‘You’re staring at me,’ he said.

Camille blushed. ‘Sorry.’

‘I know what you’re doing, Montespan. You’re checking out my ass in these jeans,’ he teased, giving her a smirk. ‘Imagining me as a gardener in one of your erotic novels.’

‘I don’t read erotic novels!’ Camille cried.

‘I saw you had one on your nightstand.’

Camille scoffed. ‘When have you ever seen my nightstand?!’

Drake turned to look up at her. ‘The night you got hammered and I had to take you home.’

Camille’s silence spoke volumes. Drake sniggered and continued to tend to the roses. Camille stepped back and continued to watch him from a safe distance.

She was thinking about her future. An imagined future. A future where Drake would tend to Gisele’s rose bushes and Camille would bring him out bottles of beer and then when his work was done, they would go inside and sit by the fire to drink whiskey, laughing and talking. They would talk until it was time for bed and they would go upstairs together, curling up under the sheets, wrapped up in each other, and all would be well.

Camille swallowed.

Baby steps. Baby steps. Baby steps.

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Drake stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow. ‘Jesus, that was more difficult than I anticipated,’ he said, panting slightly.

‘I really appreciate it,’ Camille said softly. ‘Thank you.’

The warmth that flooded Drake’s face was enough to make her heart flutter. ‘No problem,’ he said. ‘Can’t have you hurting yourselves now, can I?’

Together, they went back inside. Camille quickly peered into Gisele’s bedroom and saw that she was asleep; she had little energy lately, using most of it to enquire about Camille’s love life, it seemed.

Camille brought out a bottle of whiskey and waved it at Drake. ‘Fancy a drink?’ she asked, giving him a wink.

‘Hell yeah,’ Drake said.

And so, they found themselves sat down on the couch drinking whiskey with the fire lit, casting a warm glow around the room. Camille had her legs up under herself while Drake sat on the other end of the couch. Camille chose some music as background - one of Gisele’s CDs, again it was Frank Sinatra- and together, they sat in companionable silence drinking whiskey.

‘It’s nice having you back,’ Drake said, breaking the silence.

Camille looked at him over the rim of her glass. ‘It’s nice to be back,’ she replied softly. ‘I was actually thinking earlier..’

She broke off and sipped the whiskey. Drake frowned and inched closer to her.

‘Thinking what?’

Camille bit her lip, one of her nervous habits. ‘Just thinking about how it would be if I stayed in Texas.’

Drake’s eyes widened. ‘Uhh..’ He cleared his throat. ‘Well, that would be awesome.’

‘You think so?’

Drake nodded. ‘Of course.’

It would be more than awesome. It would be amazing. Drake could picture it now. Summers on the ranch. Swimming in the lake. Drinking whiskey. Asking her out. Taking her out to a restaurant. Taking her out for drinks. Kissing her. Loving her.

But he didn’t say any of that. Instead, Drake took a long sip of his whiskey, enjoying the liquid turn to fire in his stomach, destroying the butterflies he was feeling.

Camille tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. ‘It would mean I could look after my grandma,’ she told him quietly. ‘I could work at the law firm in town. I could.. Adapt back to this life. I’ve missed Texas.’

Drake smiled. ‘I think if you really wanted to, you could make this work for you again.’

Camille nodded. ‘I could. It’s just.. What about us?’

She had asked the question that had been on her mind. The whiskey was making her more bold, more brave, more reckless.

Drake took a sharp breath. ‘Well.. I can see some pretty great things for us. Again, no pressure. Baby steps, remember?’

Camille downed her whiskey and poured herself another with shaking hands. Gently, Drake reached out to place his hand over hers. Her eyes met his.

‘We’ll go at your own pace,’ he murmured. ‘No rush.’

Camille bit her lip again. Drake’s eyes darted down, his attention caught by that one little habit. He swallowed hard. ‘Baby steps,’ he whispered. ‘Got to follow the baby steps-’

Camille’s lips collided against his. Drake made a surprised noise at the sudden movement; but when he realised she was kissing him, he sank into it. Without leaving her lips, he put his glass down on the table and ran his hands up her back, pulling her close to him so their chests were pressed up against each other.

She tasted of whiskey and watermelon lip balm. She was delicious.

His fingers laced through her hair, tangling it in his fists. Camille let out a low groan. Without a care in the world, she pushed her hands against his chest so he fell to his back; Camille straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him again, her lips blazing a fiery trail across his cheek and down his neck.

Drake clenched her ass with his hands, holding her tight.

‘You’re so fucking gorgeous,’ he growled in her ear. Camille giggled and tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, making Drake hiss. He could feel the fire warming his body and Camille’s skin against his.

The baby steps had been cast aside. They had stopped being careful and were now drowning in each other, careless. But they had been drinking and they needed to think about this. Drake couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t abandon the baby steps and rush Camile into making any more bad decisions. If she did, she would end up feeling regret and push him away. Drake couldn’t afford to risk it, no matter how much he wanted to.

He knew she loved him because she had drunkenly said so. But he needed her to sort her head out first. Drake had to be patient. She had to come to him, sober, and tell him how she felt. Only then would Drake throw caution to the wind. Only then would Drake love her the way he desperately wanted to.

‘Camille-’

He sat up gently.

Camille frowned. ‘Are you alright?’

Drake let out a deep breath. ‘More than alright,’ he assured her. ‘But this.. This isn’t how I want us to progress. Fucking on your grandma’s couch? Not exactly romantic.. Besides, we have to consider the baby steps. I can’t.. I don’t want you to make any more decisions that you might regret.’

Camille sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. ‘Sure..’ she whispered. ‘I get it.’

Drake felt his heart sink. ‘Camille..’

She smiled weakly. ‘You’re a good guy, Drake,’ she said. ‘You’re right. Baby steps. I got carried away.’

Drake shook his head. ‘We both did. Not just you. Trust me, I really want you, I do. But I know you’re dealing with a lot of shit right now. I don’t wanna add to it.’

He reached out to take her hand. Camille squeezed his gently. ‘Thank you..’ she murmured.

Drake gently pulled her into him so she lay curled up against his chest. He rested his chin on top of hers.

‘We got all the time in the world,’ he murmured. ‘All the time in the world for me to show you what we could have, okay?’

Camille let out a sigh. She reached for her whiskey and took a long sip. She knew he was right. Yet again, she had done something reckless. But wasn’t that always the case with her when it came to Drake Walker? He made her feel like she was floating above the ground, high up in the universe, lost among the galaxies and the stars. He made her feel alive. He always had.

Not for the first time, Camille reminded herself that she needed to come back to earth.

Baby steps.

They lay in silence on the couch, Camille’s back against Drake’s chest. His body was solid, muscled and broad. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, keeping her safe. She could feel his heart beating against her back and she closed her eyes as she focused on its reassuring beat, which was telling her softly to make the right decision.

#drake x camille

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