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local-flower-girl · 2 years

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Sephiroth request please~~~

I’ve always found him super cool in Crisis Core. Like omg Zack literally treats him like an older brother-ish it’s so cute!!!

His fall from grace was pretty heart braking. Could you write him surviving the downfall and later finding out the real truth of his origins with the reader by his side?

Thanks so much☺️

I may have got a little bit carried away with this one. I desperately need more Zack and Seph too. The crisis core reunion can’t come soon enough! Hope you enjoy 🌸

Seeking The Truth

“I trusted you!” Zack cried, leaping forward into a hail of attacks.

Sephiroth swiftly blocked each offensive manoeuvre, masamune’s sharp edge sliding against the blunted blade of the buster sword. The fierce crashes of steal reverberated and sparks collided. He wielded his burning blade with every ounce of strength he possessed, but Zack endured, taking each strike and bludgeoning blow like it was nothing. However you knew that there was only so long he could keep it up for. Sephiroth was a vicious foe; his strength unmatched.

The strident battle between the two soldiers continued on. Their figures and movements fading in and out of your blurred vision. You lay sprawled out against the ground, unresponsive, the pooled splatters of blood drying upon your skin. Your sight was hazy, your body weak and injured. The oppressive atmosphere within the Nibelheim Mako reactor stifling your slow, shallow breaths. Slowly rolling onto your side, struggling in pain, you pushed yourself up from the cold metal floor. Your clothing threadbare and torn. You winced clasping at the weeping laceration upon the side of your arm. Everything felt so wrong, so unreal.

Sephiroth’s sickly paled complexion was a discernible sign of his hysteria. A mania taken shape from the culmination of secrets and unspoken truths that Shinra concealed within their clutches for many years. For days he had spent lingering within the dusty library of that forsaken mansion. Wasting away. The lifeless spaces between each tattered book, hour upon hour staring at the dreary pages, spiralling into delusional daydreams. It was a sickness that plagued him, or at least that’s what you thought. What began with a search for answers of his mother’s name soon became a deepened obsession with reclaiming a nonsensical birth right. Jenova; a deprived evil that had sunk it’s sharp, callous claws within him and was refusing to let go. It must have hungered for years, now feasting upon his sanity, ruthlessly fixated on consuming everything that he was. Contorted and controlling. He would ruthlessly crush anyone who stood in his way. He felt no remorse. He simply yearned for power.

You clambered to your feet. Unstably swaying side to side, struggling to lift the weight of your broken sword. Yet you had to intervene. You could not bear to witness the needless conflict for a second more.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Stay back.” Zack insisted, concerned for your safety.

“No! I can’t let you kill him!”

You drew your sword down between their weapons, interrupting their duel. The force of their overwhelming strength almost pushing you back. With all your might you held your ground dividing them apart.

“He’s not the same person we once knew.” Zack urged.

“It’s not him I know! But he’s still in there!”

Sephiroth chuckled sinisterly under his breath. “Pitiful. You dare try to stand in my way?”

“Sephiroth please, remember who you are!” You pleaded.

“I know who I am… I have been chosen to rule this planet!” His voice a course mutter.

“You can still fight this!” You cried, tears lining your cheeks.

“Your deception will not have me fooled!”

With a brusque slash of his sword, it emitted an omnidirectional burst, knocking Zack to the ground. His malicious intent and resentment turned towards you. Hitting your weapon from out of your grasp he edged forward, his masculine frame towering over you. He leaned down to your level, his gaze narrowed, and his brows tapered into a severe scowl. His eyes almost penetrating straight through you. He wrapped his hand around your neck, his fingernails tightly sinking into your skin. You were unarmed and terrified, however you did not resist.

“Sephiroth! No!” Zack shrieked.

You did not truly know if he was still in there, or if he would ever recover. But you had to try. You could not let him fall into the abyss and let the malignant evil possess him. As the pressure around your neck tightened you quickly forced your aching lips upon his. It was a considerable risk but it was a last resort.

The loud clatter of his sword hitting the ground echoed throughout the room. You felt as his grip around your neck loosened and his hand slowly shifted to touch the side of your jaw. His body relaxed as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Your lips slowly parted, Sephiroth’s breath heavy against your cheek.

“Come back to me.” Your voice a breathless whisper.

As you pulled away you noticed how his eyes had softened, his scowl now replaced by a melancholic look of love and devotion.

“Forgive me...” He whimpered, falling to his knees. “I cannot protect you from myself.”

He buried his head in his hands, his fingers clawed tightly within his silver locks.

“I’m just glad you came back to us.” You consoled, crouching down to wrap your arms around his quivering body.

“But what I’ve done… is unforgivable.” He cried.

“That wasn’t you.”

Zack stumbled to his feet, positioning the buster sword onto his back. His shoulders slunk forward from weariness but his face was that of genuine relief. He approached Sephiroth’s side, placing a consoling hand upon his shoulder.

“Glad you’re back man.”

“Zack… I apologise.”

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Over the course of a few days, you and Zack had kept a close watch over Sephiroth. He was sane but his mind was still clouded by what had happened. Wracked with guilt for taking innocent lives and hurting those he cared about. The only way forward for him now was finding out the truth of his creation. There was no way he could go back to his sheltered life, living in darkness, blindly unaware of who he was. He needed closure. However the one person who could provide the answers he desperately needed was Hojo. It was obvious he was the catalyst behind the crisis. Pulling the strings all along.

After the incident, it took no time at all for Shinra to send in a cleanup team to Nibelheim. The three of you waited for the squad to approach. As expected the callous Professor would be the first to investigate. You cleverly managed to corner Hojo at the mansion, luring him away from the mass number of Shinra infantry and shock troopers.

Sephiroth angrily approached the feeble old man, catching him off guard and pushing him up against a nearby bookshelf. His hand clenched firmly, holding him in place by the collar of his shirt.

“You knew… this whole time you knew.” Sephiroth spoke, his voice teeming with venom and hatred.

“I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to realise, boy.” Hojo replied seemingly unfazed by his intimidation tactic.

“Ever since I was a child I knew that I was not like the others. That I was a special existence. But this time you will tell me everything!” He released him from his firm grasp in hope that he would reveal to him everything he had sought all his life.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” The professor folded his arms, smugly rolling his eyes.

“Don’t test me!” Sephiroth roared. He stepped back, pointing the tip of his blade up towards Hojo’s chin.

“My boy, you are my greatest creation. You carry pure cells of Jenova, untainted by human DNA. A superior specimen.”

“What is Jenova?!” Sephiroth asked in a demanding tone.

“An unknown variable, or an excavated being to be precise. We originally thought it it to be a Cetra, but it turns out it’s something much more. I’ve dedicated my life’s research into finding out.”

His deranged ambition sickened you to your stomach. His maniacal words only enraged and perturbed you further.

“So you decided to experiment on your own child, for the sake of science?” You shook your head, furrowing your brows. “You twisted piece of shit!”

“Who is my true mother?” Sephiroth pressed the blade closer to Hojo’s scrawny neck, growing impatient when he refused to respond. “Answer me!”

“Lucrecia Crescent. A shame really. The woman had such potential, but alas her short sightedness was eventually her undoing.”

“You manipulative bastard! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t strike you down from where you stand?!”

Masamune glistened with seething flames as his anger intensified. His right hand latched onto the hilt as he readied his stance to attack.

“Sephiroth, he’s not worth it!” Zack cried, intervening by grabbing onto his arm pulling him back.

“You’re not a murderer.” You said softly.

Sephiroth tilted his gaze towards the floor. “No I’m not.”

The blue flames dissipated into nothing, his brow twitched as he lowered his blade.

“Leave. I never want to see your face again.” He said lowly.

Hojo readjusted his glasses and shirt before sauntering off, a cynical but sly look upon his face. It brought you great relief to see the back of that horrid man. You knew however that you were not out of the fire yet. Shinra would do all they could to track the three of you down. They would no doubt hunt you to the ends of the planet.

“Are you okay?” You asked, placing a gentle hand to the side of Sephiroth’s cheek.

“I can’t stay here.” He placed his hand atop of yours. His fingers carefully interlinking with your own. “I… want to find my mother.”

“We’ll find her.”

“You shouldn’t follow me.” He demanded. “Stay with Zack.”

You knew he only wanted to protect you, but there was no way you could be apart from him. The thought of never seeing him again had you grief-stricken.

“No, I’m not leaving you!” You protested, your hands ardently latching onto the straps upon his chest. “You’re not in this alone Sephiroth; we’re in this together.”

“But I…”

“I’m with you always… until the very end.”

He gazed down at you with a look of heartfelt adoration. His love for you was unrivalled.

“Until the end.”

- Link To Seeking The Truth Part II -

#request #submission #sephiroth x reader #reader insert #sephiroth #zack fair #sephiroth fanfiction #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #crisis core #fanfiction #requests

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Hi Dusk and Birb-Dad! Your event looks cool, may I please ask for prompt 9 or two and Franky dressed up as Braveheart complete with great kilt and woad body paint or Robin dressed up as a Banshee. Thank you so much!

I went a lil more horror with this one but I still enjoyed very much and hope you also enjoy <3

Art by @dusk-bun we still have spaces on our collab here! Robin x GN Reader Prompt: Going to haunted house [real] HORROR THEMES SFW Modern AU Word Count: 824

With a few drinks in your system and words of your friends goading you into this dare you opened the creaking door. You blinked and coughed, the air smelt and tasted stale, and the thick coating of dust invaded your senses as you carried on coughing from the sudden burst of it in your face. You set foot in the dark hall and grabbed your phone, using the flash to navigate your way through the darkness.

Heavy curtains stopped any light piercing the darkness, no moonlight to guide you, no glow from the street lamps outside. Just absolute darkness that you felt in your heart with each footstep you took, shutting the door behind you, ignoring the ice-cold chill that shot through you at the sound of it clicking shut.

“Just ten minutes,” You told yourself, shining the light into each and every doorway, looking at the rooms, taking in everything.

Sheets draped over all the old and forgotten furniture, each looking like a figure in the corner of your eye, forcing you to whirl around in a panic each time, heart racing as you tried to tell yourself you were just scared and the few drinks in your system were making you panic at everything.

The house seemed colder than it had been in the chill night air outside, you tried to tell yourself you were being stupid. Each creaky floorboard and each step you took made you grip your phone so tightly you worried you’d crush it in your grasp.

You looked at your phone and saw a message on the screen How are you holding up? You want to throw your phone across the floor at the smugness that radiated off such simple words, but right now your phone and its flashlight were your only anchor from a full-scale panic attack.

As you turned the corner you thought you heard a voice, deep, feminine, alluring, unlike anything you’d heard before. There was a haunting feeling to it, the glass of the windows rattling in their weather-worn frames.

You sucked in air through your teeth as you carried on, looking up the stairs and feeling something pulling you, and against your better judgment, you climbed the stairs. Each step groaned in pain, the age seeped into every plank of ancient wood as you climbed higher, gripping the banister for dear life, grimacing at the thick dust and cobwebs that clung to your palm.

That same voice drew you closer to a room at the end of the hall, it seemed less dirty and dusty than the rest of the house. You swallowed thickly and walked closer, closer, the creaks, the rattle of glass, the vibrations that thrummed across the floor, the walls, like arms wrapping around you, inviting you closer to something.

What that something was you had no idea but you couldn’t stop each footstep forward, couldn’t stop the hand that grasped the door handle and opened it up into a room that unlike the rest of the house was bathed in moonlight.

The curtains pulled open, moonlight shone across the floor and you felt your eyes follow the lines, your eyes reaching the hem of a long black dress, you were shaking now, breathing heavy, and your eyes reached up higher and higher until you saw the smirk on the pale face, the darkness around shining bright eyes.

Oh, and all the hands, long nails that curled and beckoned you closer even if you wanted to run screaming. Dropping your phone on the floor you walked closer to the creature, the woman who seemed to wear darkness itself, the smile never seemed cruel though, the way it grew as you got within reach.

“Cute,” Robin said, long fingers reached under your chin and made you look up at her, gently turning your face side to side. “Very cute.” She chuckled, a pleasing sound, warm despite the room around you.

“B-beautiful.” You found yourself saying, the words tumbling from your trembling lips, you meant it, she was stunning, some otherworldly Goddess.

“Do you think so?” Robin asked as you stepped further into the light and you just nodded. “Well then, maybe I won’t kill you.” She chuckled and you wondered if she was joking or not.

You watched as the hands moved around the room, sprouting from the darkness, appearing from shadows, closing the door behind you before they rattled things around, pulling an old armchair from the corner and pushing you to sit.

“So, tell me stories of the outside, no one ever visits me anymore.” She said, a sadness in her rich voice as she sat back, watching you with an excited gleam in her eyes.

“Stories? Well. I guess I can tell you a few… what sort of things do you want to know?” You asked as she hummed, the vibrations rattling the room as the banshee showed you her sharp teeth in an ever-growing grin.

“Surprise me.”

#horror #horror themes #sfw #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #gender neutral reader #one piece #nico robin x you #nico robin one piece #nico robin x reader #nico robin x y/n #robin x you #op robin x reader

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starryeyedfroggy · 2 years

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I’ll Be Back

Description: A short story about Yuu and Grim

Disclaimer: I don’t own Twisted Wonderland or its characters

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BEEP! BEEP!

Yuu groggily opened their eyes at the sound of their alarm. “Morning already?” Yuu sighed and quickly turned off their alarm so as not to awaken their furry sleeping companion.

The Ramshackle prefect dragged themselves off their bed and stretched the sleep from their muscles. A certain gym teacher would’ve been proud. “Mr. Sam said we will have new products to set in the store today, so I need to hurry.” Yuu speedily put on their work uniform. With all the repairs the dorm needed and Grim’s appetite, they couldn’t risk losing their job.

Yuu was about to bolt right out of their shared room with their feline friend when they realized they forgot something.

“Oh, I almost forgot to leave Grim a note.” Before leaving for work, Yuu always left Grim a note, letting him know that they’d be gone and be back soon. Yuu grabbed the stationary notepad and pen from their bedside drawer. They ripped out a sheet from the pad and wrote,

“Working at Sam’s. Will be back soon for breakfast. Please behave while I’m gone. ”

Yuu was gonna leave at that, but they were feeling a little crafty that day and so they drew a small smiling ghost at the bottom corner of the note. Yuu smiled at their work and took a quick glance at the recipient of this note. Grim was bundled into a little gray loaf and was sleeping peacefully. “If only he was this cute all the time.” The prefect shook their head at this thought before giving the little cat a kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, Grim,” they said before leaving the note on top of the drawer and finally heading off to work.

Some might say that Yuu put too much effort with these notes. But, Yuu knew better. After all, they didn’t know.

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It was about a month ago when Yuu started writing these notes.

“Great, I’m gonna miss breakfast!” Yuu complained as they ran as fast as they could back to their dorm. There had been a last-minute customer before the end of their shift. The student had taken forever in choosing a beverage to buy, and thus their 2 hour shift extended to 2 hours and 30 minutes.

They finally arrived at the rundown door of their dorm. “Let’s hope Grim won’t be too fussy about missing breakfast,” the magicaless human mentally prepared themselves.

Yuu opened the door and braced themselves, expecting a furball to pounce on them and screech about their tardiness. But, there was no pouncing gray fiery cat. In fact, the talking cat was nowhere to be found.

Confused, Yuu called out, “Grim?” There was no answer. Yuu walked around the halls of Ramshackle, searching for their friend. The sounds of their footsteps were loud in the silence and emptiness of the dorm. “Grim?”

The prefect was starting to get worried when they heard a soft sniff in one of the rooms. Peering slightly in the room, Yuu saw Grim crying. His fur was disheveled from the never ending streaks of tears running down his cheeks. The gray feline had always had a large presence. He was bold, arrogant, and always called himself “The Great Grim”. But behind this door, Grim looked so small. He was a feeble little thing in the middle of the dusty room, surrounded by large white mountains of covered furniture.

“What’s up with him? Is he so hungry that he wants to cry?” Yuu could only scratch their head.

Then, a watery voice spoke out, “T-they…left me.”

“They? Who was he talking about?”

“My henchmen…like everyone else,” Grim hiccuped.

“Oh, Grim.” It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. Yuu has never been so late to return. Usually when they came back, Grim had just barely woken up. When Yuu hadn’t returned yet, he must’ve assumed…the worst. And it didn’t help that on this particular day, the 3 Ramshackle ghosts weren’t home either. “Poor Grim must’ve been all alone for this past half-hour.”

“Grim? Are you in there?” Yuu called out. The fiery cat’s pride had wounded enough for the day.

It was probably better to act like they hadn’t seen him in his moment of weakness.

The prefect heard shuffling from the dusty room. Tears being haphazardly been wiped away. A huge sniffing back of snot. A cleared throat. Then a loud obnoxious, “Henchmen, where have you been?!”

As previously guessed, the Great Grim pounced them from behind their back and was fussy over missing breakfast. But, Yuu didn’t mind. Just like how they didn’t mind writing those see-you-soon notes every morning from then on.

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The flash of sunlight was on his left eye. His ear gave a twitch. “Ughh,” Grim groaned. “Why doesn’t Henchmen ever close the blinds before they leave?” He tried to shift slightly to the right to avoid the sun, but the sun was still on his face. He couldn’t fall asleep anymore.

Grim sighed and began to try to drag himself off his warm blankets. Well, technically it was the bed he shared with Yuu. But it was only ‘cuz the human was so warm! He let out one last big yawn and then started his cat pose stretches.

Now fully awake, the cat monster turned to his shared bedside drawer for his note from Yuu. “Let’s see what Yuu wrote today,” he said out loud to himself.

“Working at Sam’s. Will be back soon for breakfast. Please behave while I’m gone,” he read. “HEY, I’m always behaved!”

At the corner of the page, he spotted the smiley ghost Yuu drew. “Oh, that looks just like one of the ghosts!” He laughed and shook his head at the silly human’s antics. “Silly henchmen.”

Satisfied with the note, he closed it up and grabbed his yellow box from the shelf above the bed. The blue-eyed monster opened the box and added today’s note with all the other notes he saved from Yuu. “Yuu’s such a…what did Ace call it again? … Oh, a try hard! Yuu’s such a try hard!” Grim laughed. “But I like their notes as silly as they are.”

He fondly picked up his favorite note from the box. It wasn’t anything special, but it was the first one Yuu wrote.

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It was the morning after he…cried.

After blinking away the sleep from his eyes, he spotted a strange note on the bedside drawer.

“What’s this?” he asked himself. He picked up the folded note and opened it.

It simply said, “I’ll be back.” At the end of the note, there was a dash and a signed “Yuu”.

Suddenly, the monster cat’s eyes felt watery. It’s not like the Great Grim wasn’t beloved! Everyone loved him in fact! But…not many stayed by his side. It was ‘cuz he was too awesome of course. The Great Grim needed no one! Though in the back of his mind, he wondered about who he was waiting for so long. He didn’t even remember who they were but he always wished that they would return and finally find out “Why they left me.”

But, Grim stopped himself from going further with that train of thought. The future greatest wizard of all time sucked back his tears and cleared his stuffy throat. He wasn’t about to cry a second time in a row!

After all, this henchmen was different! “They’ll be back. And hopefully with breakfast this time.”

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Grim smiled fondly at the memory before returning his favorite note back in the tin box. He slammed it shut, locked it, and then put it back on the shelf.

He went over to the bedroom mirror and made sure he looked like the awesome Great Grim he was. After fixing his bow and licking down his fur, he high-fived himself in the mirror and left to the entrance of the dorm.

“Yuu, better not be late. Or it’s off with their head, as Riddle would say. ” He awaited their return from the couch near the front door.

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With work finally over for the day at Sam’s, Yuu ran home. If Yuu got home quick enough, they would have time to make a nicer breakfast than usual.

“Grim will definitely be in a better mood with good food.” Yuu ran their fastest.

Past the NRC gates. Past the paved pathway. Through the long stretch of wet grass. Over that one pesky rock that always threatened to trip them. Up the few steps to the Ramshackle door. They were back.

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The Ramshackle door was flung open and an excited Yuu stepped in.

“Henchmen, there you are!” Which really translated from Grim meant “Thanks for coming back.”

“I’m home!” Another phrase for “I’ll never leave you.”

#twisted wonderland #twst grim

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Day 26 & 27: Haunted House & Death Spot

Logan and Virgil visit another place, only it's an asylum this time! And when Virgil gets too scared, Logan (And a few others) start to calm him down.

For @kanene-yaaay

This fanfic is for Shannon too! You know who you are~ I hope you like it!

Logan and Virgil jumped into a window and landed inside the really dark abandoned building. Quickly, they turned on their flashlights and examined the rundown, cluttered place.

“Whoa...This place is really old...And fairly scary.” Logan admitted.

“Y-You think?!” Virgil yelled.

“Are you scared already?” Logan asked.

“We-we’re in an asylum man! Of course I’m freaked out!” Virgil reacted.

“Awww, muffin.” Logan teased.

Virgil punched him in the arm. “Shut up!”

Logan laughed at him and rubbed his arm.

Virgil was right: They were in an asylum. The asylum had little kid’s pictures on the walls, tables for the people to sit on, and more. It was so creepy. Virgil came across a little kid’s drawing of a house, and couldn’t help but tear up. These kids were probably desperate to go home. What a life to live…

“Hey Logan…” Virgil walked up to his brother. “How much do you wanna bet this kid missed home?” Virgil asked.

“Potentially a lot.” Logan replied.

Virgil put the drawing down on the table and looked around at more of the drawings. There were so many!

“One of these kids drew an airplane.” Virgil told him.

“Well, there is an airport nearby.” Logan mentioned.

“Really?” Virgil asked.

“Yup. It’s an old one.”

Virgil nodded and looked out the window they climbed through. “Is this place haunted?” Virgil asked.

“Potentially...I don’t quite know. I assume it will be quite haunted, considering its history.” Logan told him.

Virgil looked around the room again, and noticed a dusty music box. He walked up to the music box, and picked it up. It was quite dusty, so he dusted it off and blew the dust off it. He had to close his eyes to prevent any of the dust from coming into his eyes.

Virgil spun the music box lever, and watched the little bar spin clockwise in the music box. The song was a rendition of the Muppets song ‘Moving right along’. It was really cute looking.

He started singing the song to the melody that played, and smiled a little. Someone must’ve loved the Muppets.

But suddenly, a woosh of wind moved by him, and the music box’s glass shattered into a million pieces! Virgil quickly dropped the music box, and dusted off the glass shards. “Oh man…”

“What happened!?” Logan asked, removing the glass shards from his shoulders and kicked the still-spinning music box away from them. “You could’ve cut yourself.” Logan told him.

“It wasn’t my fault! Some wind shattered it!” Virgil told him.

“Uh huh…” Logan muttered.

“It...It’s true!” Virgil told him.

“I know...I know.” Logan told him. “Wind does that all the time.” he said with a smile.

Virgil frowned. “You don’t believe me at all.” Virgil told him.

“No...No I don’t.” Logan chuckled.

Virgil growled and started kicking the music box till the music box car fell off.

“Hey now...No need to be all spazzy about it. It’s gonna be fine.” Logan told him.

“IT HAPPENED, LOGAN!” Virgil shouted.

“I know, I know! Okay?! It’s fine!” Logan reacted.

Virgil started to calm down and moved onto the rest of the asylum.

The asylum was covered in dirt and soot, and also had overgrown trees growing in the windows. There were also lots of weeds growing in the cracks between the tiles, and vines growing on the walls.

“Hey Logan, how would you feel-” Virgil had turned around and widened his eyes. “...Logan?” Virgil asked.

Virgil looked around the haunted house and looked for Logan. “Loooogaaan!” Virgil called.

Suddenly, something grabbed him!

Virgil SCREAMED and turned around. “WHAT THE- Logan!” Virgil hugged his brother.

Logan giggled and gently punched Virgil’s arm. “I scared ya! I gotcha!” Logan teased.

“Ow- Yeah, you did.” Virgil admitted.

“It’s okay. It’s alright. I promise.” Logan told him as he started to tickle him.

“Yeheheah- Hehehehehey!” Virgil laughed.

“Hey what? Hey that tickles? Well I know it tickles. I can hear you clearly laughing.” Logan told him.

“STAHAHAHAP! WHYHYHYHY HEHEHERE?!” Virgil asked.

“Because you’re all spooked and you need to calm down a little.” Logan told him.

“IHIHI DOHOHO NAHAHAHAT!” Virgil argued.

“Well, you kinda do.” Logan told him.

“DOHOHO NAHAHA- BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE AHAHARMPIHIHIHITS!” Virgil shouted.

Logan frowned in confusion. Armpits? Logan wasn’t tickling him on the armpits...He was tickling his sides. And the sides aren’t even close to his sides!

“What do you mean ‘not the armpits’?” Logan asked.

Virgil was squealing and squeezing his arms against his chest. “THAHAHAT- THAHAHAT’S NAHAHAT YOHOHOHOU?!” Virgil asked.

Logan removed his hands. “No! No it’s not! Look! No hands!” Logan showed him.

Virgil opened his eyes enough to see that Logan was telling the truth.

Wait...If Logan wasn’t tickling him, then WHO?!

“WHOHOHO’S TIHIHICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHE THEHEHEN?!” Virgil asked.

“I have no idea.” Logan admitted.

Suddenly, Virgil was floating up in the air! Logan gasped and just about screamed! But, he quickly placed a hand over his own mouth. Virgil was actually floating and being tickled! This was an actual thing that was happening! What in the world-

“HEHEHEHELP! IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Virgil begged.

Logan widened his eyes more. Oh no…They’re tickling him way too much!

“Hold on, I’m coming!” Logan grabbed a nearby stick and started swinging it around Virgil. But the stick only hit the thin air.

But suddenly, Logan felt something pick him up by the waist, and start tickling him on his side.

“Ohohoho! Thihihis ihihis sohohoho weihihihird!” Logan reacted.

“IHIHI KNOHOHOHOW! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Virgil laughed.

Logan giggled and shook his head as he felt the shoe laces get untied. “NAHAHAT THEHERE!!” Virgil shouted.

Logan dropped the stick and tried to reach for the ghost. But of course, that didn’t work. Again, he only hit thin air.

The ghosts reached up to Logan’s armpits, and started tickling there! Funny thing, Virgil and Logan have one tickle spot in common: The armpits.

“BAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan laughed.

“AHAHARMPIHIHIHITS!?” Virgil asked.

“YEHEHEHES!” Logan replied.

“IHIHI KNEHEHEHEW IHIHIHIHIT!” Virgil told him.

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP! HEHEHELP UHUHUHUHUS! IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!” Virgil shouted.

“PLEHEHEHEASE HEHEHEHELP!” Logan begged.

Virgil kicked his feet harder and harder, as if hitting the ghosts was possible and easy to do. Logan was flailing his arms all over the place, hoping to hit something or someone off him.

“HEHEHEHELLOHOHOHO?!” Virgil called.

Suddenly, something began to tug on his shoe! Virgil tugged and tugged on it, hoping the ghost would let go. But it just wouldn’t!

“OHOHO NOHOHO! NAHAHAT MYHYHYHY FEHEHEHEHEET!!” Virgil begged.

“NAHAHAHAT HIHIHIS FEHEHEHEET! HEHEHEHE’LL DIHIHIHIE!” Logan begged for him.

“IHIHIHI’LL DIHIHIHIHIE!” Virgil told him.

Logan tried to push the hands out of his armpits. But all he could feel was air. Only air.

“IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEHEGGIHIHING! LEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil begged.

Finally, the shoe made a smack sound on the ground, and a ghost started to tickle Virgil’s foot. Virgil SCREAMED and completely went silent.

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! HEHEHE’S DYHYHYIHIHIHING!” Logan begged.

All of a sudden, the tickling stopped. It completely stopped. No more tickling. Virgil was still giddy after being tickled so much. Logan was really giddy too. He couldn’t stop giggling if his life depended on it.

“Ihihihi...Thahahahanks.” Virgil told him.

Out of nowhere, a finger started drawing on his back.

“Y-o-u-’-r-e w-e-l-c-o-m-e” was what it said.

Virgil smiled and looked behind his back. “I’m Virgil.” virgil told him.

“Who are you talking to?” Logan asked.

Another ghost walked up to Logan and wrote a message to him.

“M-e”

Logan widned his eyes and...smiled.

“Nice to meet you...I suppose.” Logan reacted kindly.

N-i-c-e t-o m-e-e-t y-o-u t-o-o” The ghost wrote.

“I’m Logan.” Logan told him.

Then, both ghosts started writing something on both backs at the same time;

‘T-i-c-k-l-e t-i-m-e”

And then the tickling started up all over again…

Because this is also the 27th, there will be no tickletober fic tomorrow. Though, I might upload a fic that's unrelated to tickletober anyway.

#tickletober 2021 #pocket's spirit AU #ticklefic #ler!ghosts #lee!logan #lee!virgil

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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something in the rain — todoroki shoto

ೃ you and shoto were once childhood best friends and sweethearts who had lost touch and communication. 12 years has passed since then, and on a fated summer day in june, there was something in the rain that brought two lost souls back to each other’s arms.

ೃ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem! reader

ೃ tags: childhood friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff

ೃ warnings: none!

ೃ wc: 1k

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Puppy Love…

What a sweet and trivial concept.

Was it not?

You and Shoto met each other at the tender age of 7. Roughly two years into his intense and odious training brought upon him by his father. His mother who still unwaveringly continued to support him, would sneak the half and half boy out in between his trainings. Whether to bring him out to play in the local playground, run around in the flower fields, or to just go shopping in the local grocer. These simple things were enough to make the boy happy. Even for just a short moment.

Then, during one fated day, the sun was about to go down, and no other child was frolicking around the playground.

It was just you.

Alone on the swing, your eyes cast down on the ground, wriggling your feet and dipping them into the play sand. You hear a faint creaking sound of the seat next to you and now you were accompanied by a boy the same age as you were. Heterochromatic eyes filled with innocence and love, a smile that looked like it never left the curves of his face, floofy half red and white hair that gave him a very distinct yet striking appearance.

“Why are you all alone?” He inquires, tilting his head. “It’s almost night time too. It’s going to get scary…”

“You came here alone too.” You snapped back, averting his gaze and your mouth forming into a pout.

He shakes his head, “No I didn’t. My Mommy is just there.” He points to a faint silhouette of a woman not far from the two of you.

“Oh.” You blink. “Well, um- my house is just over there! So, my parents don’t need to always keep an eye on me!” You cross your arms, pointing to your house a few feet away from the playground.

“You’re lucky. My dad keeps an eye on me a lot. He’s scary most of the time too and I think it’s because of my quirk…” His shoulders visibly slump as he breathes out a hefty sigh. “Mommy takes me out to go play when I’m done with my training and I’m happy because of it!”

“D-do you wanna play on the slide?” You ask him, twiddling with your fingers. A faint shade of pink present on your cheeks. “If it’s okay, I wanna share my happiness with you!“

His eyes sparkle. “Sure! But…. wait! I don’t even know your name yet!”

“Ah my name’s (Y/N)!”

“I’m Shoto!” He grins, his eyes sparkling once more and you can’t help but become flustered even more.

Oh, how you wish to see those bright blue and grey eyes again. His fluffy white and crimson hair, and just… feel his lingering presence in your life once more.

Why did time have to go by so fast?

Why did he have to leave?

After a year of feeling nothing but the purest and most blissful emotions whenever you were with him, that all came crashing down when Shoto and his family moved to another city. The reason why was because the neighborhood that you lived in wasn’t “healthy” for him or rather, it was too friendly and Shoto was getting attached to you even though he shouldn’t.

Heroes are built to be as strong as steel after all. Emotionally and Physically. Endeavor doesn’t want his son to be a soft little marshmallow who only beams so brightly whenever he hangs out with the little girl from the quaint neighborhood.

…It’s been 12 years since then.

You’re now a perpetually tired and no-nonsense sophomore college student. Studied hard enough to get a scholarship at one of the most prestigious universities in Japan and now it feels like you’re drowning in a massive amount of school works and extra cred.

Now, looking back at your whimsical childhood life that was only made possible because of one particular Icy-Hot boy, you get a sudden feeling of euphoria course through you as you reminisce the good times.

There was a feeling of inevitability when you met Shoto.

There was something about him that drew you in.

Even at such a young age, you had the sense that the two of you would be together.

That a moment in time would come in where he would look at you in a certain way and the two of you would cross the threshold of friendship into something so much more.

Which proved to be true, as he has always felt the same way as you did.

The two of you knew each other a little better than everyone else.

All the little secrets shared through giggles and fits of laughter, the embarrassing moments shared in a small and dusty playground, and the sweet little memories that the two of you were too young to understand, but what your prying yet loving mothers both noticed.

Your lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. Like two shooting stars descending from the night sky. It was always fate.

It was fate that the two of you met. It was fate that the two of you would become friends, playmates, and childhood sweethearts.

But you guess it wasn’t fate that the two of you would remain friends forever.

You are still hoping for a sign in the sky or a word from the stars.

If the two of you are fated to meet again.

The soft boom of thunder and sparkle of lightning awoken you from your slumber.

You had fallen asleep whilst studying for your finals. Just ten minutes of rest. You whispered to yourself.

Those ten minutes ended up becoming an hour and a half wasted and instead of studying and memorizing the chemical formulas, you ended up dreaming about ramen instead.

Some pages of your chemistry book were creased as you had ended up using it as a pillow. You pay this no mind as you mindlessly rub your eyes out of habit, looking out the window, as rain had begun to pour outside.

You continue to observe the rainfall as the soft sound of droplets hitting the windowpane was so soothing to you, giving you a momentary peace of mind.

Your short meditation moment was soon interrupted with the grumbling of your stomach.

“Mom and Dad aren’t home till 9…” You stretch your arms, groggily murmuring to yourself. “Might as well have a trip to the convenience store.” You hop out of your chair, reaching for a grey hoodie and matching sweatpants from your closet, trying to channel the comfy girl look as you head out.

You lock the door to your house, opening your umbrella as you whistle your way to the convenience store, taking each step carefully hoping you don’t step on any dirty puddles and hoping you see some cute little frogs on the pathway.

You stop in your tracks when you notice a black sedan parked not too far from your house. You raise suspicion a little bit until you remembered that a new family was moving in the house near you, so you decided to just brush off your skepticism.

“Welcome to Conbini! May I kindly ask you to leave your umbrella by the door?” The cashier greets you, trying to force a customer-friendly smile. They might have had a rough week and you don’t want to be labeled as those jerk kinds of customers so you nod at her and leave your parasol at the entrance.

“Oh my god.” You were about to drop the bags of food in your hands when you notice that your umbrella was gone from the parasol stand, another customer possibly mistaking their umbrella for yours. You sigh in defeat. “You know what, heck it. I could care less at this point.” You pull up your hoodie, dashing your way back home, hoping you don’t end up getting sick from this careless situation you’ve put yourself into.

You stop in your tracks once again when you see a dashing-looking man standing in front of the gates of your house.

tall, well built, half and half colored hair that was wet and tangled, wearing a long and patterned coat, hands in his pockets… it felt as if he was waiting for someone to come out of your home.

Could this be…?

He was alerted by the sound of your steps rippling with the puddles in the pavement, turning to face you, his umbrella twirling with him.

His eyes grow wide at the sight of seeing you, and you notice his chest rise up, like a feeling of relief and of hope.

“(Y/N)…?”

“S-shoto?”

These are still the beautiful heterochromatic eyes you know and love. Only this time, it had a darker hue reflecting from his orbs. These are eyes who have seen and who have gone through so much.

You can’t even believe it.

Here he was, standing right in front of you. The boy you loved all those years ago.

Even more handsome, mature, and striking, and yet you could feel this broken emptiness radiating from him. Emotional scars that still run deep through him and… at this moment, you just want him to bare his heart to you. All this pain and suffering he has felt all these years.

You feel droplets of water sliding down your cheek like crystal teardrops.

“It’s really you…” You were about to drop the bags of food in your hands due to your blissful bewilderment but Shoto rushes to you with his umbrella, shielding you from the storm.

He was a bit too close and you could feel the heat rush up to your cheeks again, a feeling you have not experienced in so many years.

“Ah. I’m sorry.” He steps back a little from you and you can hear yourself internally monologue “nooo” as he takes a few steps away. “It’s been 12 years isn’t it?” He catches your attention again.

“It is. Yeah...” You nod, still looking up at him, a certain twinkle in your eyes and an inexplicable feeling growing in your chest. “W-what brings you here?” You add, your voice soft and sweet, whether you did this on purpose or not will forever remain a question.

“My family… we’re moving back here.” He replies quickly. solemn, yet there was a tint of excitement in his tone. “My father thought it was best if my mother, my siblings and I lived in a different house than him after… all the pain that he made us go through… and so… here we are.”

“Oh! Would you like to come inside and have some coffee?” You ask, pointing your finger to your humble abode. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” You giggle jokingly, trying to keep the atmosphere light and warm despite the cold weather present around you.

You start heading to the direction of your house, knowing that Shoto will follow you inside until…

he grabs you by the arm, enveloping and pulling you in for a tight yet soft and comforting hug. A feeling that you’ve been wistfully longing for such a long time.

A feeling that only Shoto Todoroki could give.

“I missed you so much (Y/N)… can you share your happiness again with me?”

In the midst of the rainy summer season that brought nothing but dim and grey skies, wet and damp atmosphere, and endless floods of sorrow, you were his spring. The rosebud opening in the watery sunshine.

The whimsical girl with grass-stained knees running around the meadow with him… like a prophecy telling him that new beginnings were about to come, your personality and your appearance reminded him of the cherry blossom trees that symbolized a time of renewal.

You were the rainbow after a storm. Spreading light and color to those around her…

The one who brought back light and color to his life again.

“from all the memories stored in my heart”

I only picked up and connected the ones of you.”

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musingsofmessa · 2 years

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The House: Chapter 1

Pairing: Antisepticeye x Female Reader

(Note: Please, feel free to repost, like, and share this story around as well. This work is based on "You, and the House," a solo journaling roleplaying game on itch.io. Unfortunately, I don't know the creator's name, but credit for the concept goes to them. If you would like to play this roleplaying game for yourself, feel free to comment and I'll send you a link to the game's page. I will also specify which tarot deck I used for the entirety of this work and post pictures of the cards drawn. Now, with that out of the way, enjoy. ❤)

The tarot deck I used to craft this story into being is "The Tarot of Vampyres" by Ian Daniels.

Content Warning: Mention of being unable to have children, slight NSFW implications

You've been looking for a new home to call your own, and by luck - or perhaps a twist of fate - you have found the perfect place on the market.

In what seems an incredibly short amount of time, the sale closes and you have the keys to your first home.

What should be a wonderful experience turns strange as you realize that you, and anyone you choose to bring with you, are not alone in this new place.

You're certain the home you've moved into is haunted.

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What does the house look like?

The house is painted a dusty lavender with grid style windows all around, even surrounding the door. The door is painted a dark chocolate color which could almost be mistaken for black. The same chocolate color surrounds all the grid windows. There is a section of the wall underneath the roof that's striped with the dark chocolate and dusty lavender. The same striped pattern is also under the roof on the opposite wall which is also sectioned as to not fully take away that beautiful lavender exterior. The stairs are also intriguing because they're patterned marble - a dusty rose and dusty baby pink equaling three steps. You can also climb the steps from the left side but not the right because of the shrubbery. There are a variety of plants along the front of the house, even a little flower bush. It's a simple house; it's design may look erratic on the outside but I think that's what drew me to this house above all the others I looked at.

What is the building's history?

The previous owners - a loving couple - left because they had some strange occurrences inside the house, at least from what the next door neighbors have said. I'm sure the shadows from the trees just spooked them and the branches just scraped at the windows.

The couple didn't stay here long because there's no indentation from any of their furniture on the carpets. I have a feeling this cute, simple house has a past much deeper than just the previous couple. Has any of the other tenants previously experienced similar sightings when they lived in this house? The realtor didn't tell me much about the house's past either, like who else has lived here which I found to be strange. I'm not one to get scared that easily but this feeling of not knowing is giving me slight chills. The realtor was quick to leave after the transaction as well and the neighbors only said a quick hello before going back into their house.

What does the spirit want?

The spirit wants someone to talk to and someone to love them back; someone to stay in the house and not leave them.

Who are you?

My name is (Y/N) and I'm twenty-five years old. My hopes and dreams for this house are simple: I want to stay here for as long as I can while I work on my writing. I hope I can be here long enough to settle down with someone. I've always wanted a baby but when I tried in the past, it didn't turn out. I just thought it was me so I never tried again.

I decided to move to this house because I just wanted to get away and be alone. No one else came with me but my family was supportive in my decision. They know I need time for myself and they didn't really pry or dig for answers as to why I want this.

My pronouns are she and her. I also have short brown hair. Sometimes I wear my glasses but other times, I don't. My eyes are (E/C) and I wear leggings a lot more than I wear skirts. I never really wear skirts.

I also write in a journal. You may also call me a feminist in the sense that I personally believe all women have a right to their own body and to also stand up for themselves, but I don't hate all men. I have a stuffed cow named Mr. Moo as well.

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3 of Skulls

I was at my desk, getting ready to do some writing in my notebook. Then, my favorite pen moved slightly from where I'd originally placed it. Maybe I bumped it without knowing, but I couldn't have.

I tried my best to write - out of sight, out of mind. My laptop was open, sitting at the center of my desk. As I kept scribbling in my journal, I noticed at the corner of my eye that my laptop somehow woke itself from sleep mode. The screen flashed for a moment with a small static sound following. That sound didn't catch my attention too much, but the blank writing document did.

My paranoia started to set in but I did my best to ignore it. Sometimes my computer acts weird - it's old. At least that's what I tell myself. My attention went back to my journal. Suddenly, I had heard the keys of my keyboard clicking. I flung myself out of my chair, dropping my notebook and pen with a thud. I had waited to see if something else would happen, and that's when I saw it: there were words appearing on that writing document. They were hard to make out at first because the font started to glitch.

H̵̻̒e̴͉̞̬͉̓ľ̷̦̣͝l̶̮̈̉̈́ȏ̶̠̭̠̝͌̑.

My heart fell to my stomach, but I felt this urge to write back. So I did. The strange part? When I typed, my font didn't glitch.

Hi.

More writing appeared.

A̶̲̍́͛̈ͅw̷̜̱͠ẇ̷̜̲͖͔̎́,̴̡̪͓̗̄ ̵͚́ḥ̶̏͂o̸̻͖͎̰̽w̶̺͐ ̵̨͔̹̓̈́͒c̴̹͔̿̀̋͊͜ų̴̝͇́̈́͜t̴̝̫̟͂͠ȇ̵̼͗̕.̵̼̹̞̃ ̴̼̩̳͈͊̆̈̾Ṅ̶̮͗o̵̧͐ͅt̷̖̺̃̽̆̎ ̴͍̆m̵̡̖̤͂̕ŭ̷̝̝c̸̛̳̭̱͈̅h̷̛̺͇͖̖͒̔̀ ̴̰̤̈̈͝͝ơ̸̬f̷̢̣̏̋̀͗ͅ ̸̛͖̺̑̅͌à̸̡̨̮̃́͋ ̶̖̇̔͑͆t̵̯͇̙̽̀ͅa̸̱͛̄l̶̢̒͌ḳ̸̛̦͙̎̋ĕ̵͇̪r̸͚̫̾͋ ̷̞̟̦̇ẅ̷̖͔̰̖́h̷͖̪͍̃͛̿e̷͚̦̣͋͊̏͜ṋ̸̍͋ ̴̎̈́͊̕͜y̷̟̐̍͛͝o̴͇̯̔͌ṵ̵̟͉̐'̷̩̞̾̓̈́͊r̴̗̙̦̊̓̌͝e̶̳̜͚̔ ̶͓͌͛̈́͘s̶̡̹̦͛̋ͅc̴̳̮͑́a̷̼͙̔̉̓ͅr̶̠̼͑ḛ̵͕͖̅͋͝d̸̠̖́̍́̃.̶̞̬̖̃

My laptop screen glitched slightly and I could hear white noise when I went back to typing on the keyboard. As I began to write, the noise ceased.

I'm not really scared. I just never thought I'd already have a house guest the first day in my new house.

For a moment, I felt a cold touch on the back of my hand. I got startled, pulling my hand back in shock with a small gasp.

D̷̡̓͑͋i̵̙̙̊́͌͘d̵͔̙̽͗̿̈́ṇ̸͓̼͉̃͑̉'̸͖̗̮̰̊̚t̴̢̯̻̽ ̷̰͂̾m̵̺̤̹̾̓̕͜e̵̢̢̐̚a̵̘͓̣̣̓n̵̲͖̰̰̓ ̵̢̻̭̀̀ẗ̶͎̝͇̠́̔o̶͓̍̃ ̵̘̅̃̚s̶̨̗̹͆͐͗t̷͙̙̓ͅã̵̆̓̚ͅr̵̹̒̇ẗ̴̡̻́̎͝l̷̥̦̄̃ë̷͙̖́ ̷̝̓͝ŷ̵̺̭͠ͅo̴̬͖͗͐̓u̸̱͙͐,̵̳̂͛ ̵̡͑̋l̵̩̋o̷̦̗̗͋̿͝v̸͓̝͙͌͊ẽ̶͓̠.̴͉͈͂͛̑͗ ̷͉̈͒͑Ȋ̸̢͎̝͈̆ ̴̢̝̝͒j̵̻̿͋̒̍ụ̸̞̍s̵̪̲̃̚t̶̥̪̣̹͛̌̏̚ ̴̙̲̠̯͂̍͌ẅ̵̖̤́͌̐̕ȁ̷͓n̷̛̬t̸̩̩̜͛̓e̶̤̭̬̓̄̉̆d̶̜̟͎̋ ̵̪̳̱̫̽̽͘t̶̜̜͇̘͒͝ő̸̡͠ ̷͔͈̣̮́̃̓̕s̸̡̰̜͗͗͌̚e̸͉̒̀̍͜e̴̲̦̫̔͛̎͝ͅ ̵̬̬̅ḯ̶́̎ͅf̷̢̙͓̊͗̈́͝ ̶̮͔̼͑I̷̬̐̔ ̴̘͉͚͆̔̀c̵̛̳̱̤̰͌͗ȯ̶̜͌̄̚͜u̷͉̾́̍l̶̳̓ḑ̶̊̆̍ ̵͙́̑̄t̵̘̠̥̦̐͛̋o̸̝͚̩̪̽̾̉͠ü̶̫̼c̵̝̀͒h̴̹̤̯͚̆ ̴̘͌̀y̶͍̯̱̰̓́̽̅ȏ̵͙̖̋͒͑u̵̘͉̟̝̍́.̶̦̹̓͗

A soft blush began to form on my cheeks as I went back to typing to the disembodied spirit.

It's okay. It was just... unexpected.

My screen glitched again as I felt a soft breath against my shoulder. It felt like they were right behind me, even though what was behind me was nothing.

Ȉ̵̻̘'̶̡͠m̵̬̝̩͐͐̉͝ ̸̣̈́a̵̻͋l̵̰̪͈̅l̸͎̋ ̸̱̥͌ǎ̸̠͇b̸̦̜̑ò̶̟̖͆́ų̶̡̩̓͛t̴̜̼͊̽̀̕ ̷͈̙͕̈́͘u̸̪͛̄͐̏ǹ̶̞̗͋̋ë̵̡̛̼̬́͒x̵̘̳̓̓p̴̳̞̬̐̔́̈́e̵͎̩͗͋̂͘č̶̩͍̲̟t̸͉̣̍͂̋̚è̴̗̀d̴̯̩̒̾̎̕,̸͔͉͙̂͆̈́͘͜ ̸̹̳̤̃̍͐͛ͅd̵̼̝̞̮̂̚ȃ̵̧̦̟͉̾̄͘r̸͍̳̦̓l̶̫̝̳͂̂̚ͅi̸̢̧̩̇̕͝n̵͔̂g̸͙̦̠̟͒́̂͝.̸̪͎͇̒

Then, an epiphany struck me, so I wrote to them once more.

Are you a male spirit?

Y̴̧͖͊͌̏͘ͅo̴̡̳͋̌̆̉u̸̟̎'̸̰͉̓̒̇l̴̝̗̩̓̕l̵̩̓͋ ̷̨̠͗͆̕j̷̣̺̘͂̀͝ǔ̵͖̻̯̘ŝ̴̱̩͠t̵̡͗ ̶̛̜́̀h̴͚͐̑͘̕ä̸̡͍͍́̀͘v̴̨̖͇̞̉̓e̶͙̐̀̚ ̷́͝ͅt̴̝̓̅o̸͎̻̣͐̓͂͘ ̴̺̂̔w̸͚͇̪̐̐ͅă̷͎̠̐̍͠ȋ̵̹t̸̹̣̼̣̔͝ ̵͖̥͒̔̉̍ą̶̩̖͇͒ņ̵̬̔̋ď̵̺̍ ̷͉͔̒́̈͂ş̷͙͔̔̏͐̃e̵̪͇̫͊̇͛́è̵̝̤.̸̠̣̦͔̓͘

After that statement, my screen glitched a couple more times until it shut off completely. Prior to it shutting off, though, the glitching and static made it look like a face was inside the screen. I couldn't get a good enough look to see what the spirit looked like. Maybe it just shows that I need sleep, and all of this is actually crazy. But some part of me actually likes this spirit and wants to see them again. Or maybe that's the sleep deprivation talking. I know: crazy.

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ooops-i-arted · 3 years

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Hey, happy birthday! I've been simmering on a fic idea where Din does a little bday celebration for Grogu, but if you wanted to tackle it I bet it'd be terrific 😊. Have a good weekend.

A little more melancholy than fluffy, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Din walked through the market, the pod trailing quietly along after him, the kid asleep inside. Much as the kid enjoyed the sights and sounds of towns, Din found supply runs easier with him quiet and asleep. The kid awake, curious, and cute drew too much attention from others, and often extended the shopping trip with his antics.

Din stopped at a preserved food stall for more ration bars and a few freeze-dried things he hoped the kid would like trying. It was still a guessing game about what he would accept and what he would use as a toy instead. Din was still scrubbing bello berries off part of the cargo hold.

On instinct, Din glanced around as the seller packed up Din’s purchases. No danger so far; the market had been quiet, but Din wasn’t taking any chances. He scanned the nearby shoppers and stalls and buildings. A holosign blinked, catching his eye, but the neon letters were just spelling out the date and time. Din blinked. He wasn’t one for marking the day, but that date seemed familiar…

Suddenly he realized. One year ago, he’d stood in a dusty compound on Nevarro, opened a pod containing a 50-year-old bounty, and his life had changed forever.

“Sir, your items,” said the shopkeeper, and Din hurriedly took the bag from the shopkeeper. But he could barely keep his eyes off the pod and the precious cargo it contained.

One whole year, he thought as he walked through the market, pod still in tow. One whole year! It seemed like another lifetime when he was just the tribe’s beroya, before he found, turned in, rescued, and ultimately was declared the father of the little green child that was now the center of his entire life. Had it really been an entire year?

Din stopped and glanced back. If it had been a whole year, then the kid wasn’t even fifty anymore. He was fifty-one.

Din didn’t know the kid’s real birthday, or if his culture - from birth or the Jedi - even celebrated birthdays. They weren’t a big deal to the Mandalorians, simply acknowledged; although his sixteenth birthday had been the day Din formally swore the Creed, that had been more about the oath than his age. Maybe the kid didn’t care?

But maybe he did. Before the Mandalorians, with his family, Din remembered a special dinner and cake and present, hugs and kisses and love. He remembered his last birthday with his parents, where he’d begged and begged for the new starship models that were coming out of Republic cruisers, complete with miniature starfighters and soldiers. His parents hadn’t liked that, but he’d pleaded and said all his friends were getting them; back then the phrase “Clone Wars” didn’t mean anything to him but the holochannel being changed when he was in the room and the new toys. His parents had said again and again that war was serious and not for toys, but the morning of his birthday he’d woken up to a beautiful silver starship waiting for him at the table. Now it was probably a melted hunk of plastiform garbage somewhere in the ruins of Aq Vetina.

He’d never considered toys. They weren’t practical. But they’d been important when he was little. He remembered the special starship, a bright blue ball, a stuffed tooka he’d slept with every night. And the kid was obsessed with the shifter knob, always nabbing it as soon as Din’s back was turned. Maybe he really did need his own toy.

Din wandered away from all the practical and useful stalls to the section of the market for artisans and craftspeople. Many were geared for children - tailors hawking blankets and bedding, painters showing off wall art and holocam skills, even someone selling custom pods far more luxurious than the one the kid had now. Din passed right by that; it was definitely outside his budget. Most of the stalls seemed geared towards clientele with a house and yard and much more normal lives than a single Mandalorian bounty hunter living out of his run-down ship.

Finally Din found a stall of simple toys. Dolls and stuffies, balls and blocks and hanging activity mobiles. Din eliminated that one immediately; it would get in the way of the pod closing and he’d taught the kid to do that right away if there was danger. Maybe he’d like a ball, like the shifter knob? A doll to carry around like a companion in his pod? Something soft to hold at night?

Din’s eyes landed on a large frog plush, about as large as the kid was, made of beautiful turquoise fabric and embroidered in whimsical patterns. It was like the Sorgan frogs the kid had enjoyed so much.

“Just sixty credits,” said the shopkeeper cheerfully. “Handmade, like all my wares.”

Din peeked into his credit pouch. A measly ten credits stared accusingly back, all he had left after refueling and resupplying. Probably not enough to buy anything more than a cheap plastiform figurine. Din trudged away from the stalls, dejected. He couldn’t even buy his kid a toy for his birthday. Sure, feeding themselves and staying on the move was more important, but if he’d haggled better, maybe he could afford an actual treat.

A coo interrupted his guilty thoughts and he looked back. The pod was open now, the kid staring expectantly at him. As soon as Din looked at him, the kid raised his arms. Din immediately picked him up, and the kid snuggled up close to his neck.

Din hugged him close, and happened to catch sight of a food stall.

Maybe two cheap roasted frogs on sticks, dripping with greasy sauce, wasn’t much of a birthday treat. But the kid giggled with delight as he scarfed his down, and Din smiled as he stuck his portion under his helmet to eat together with the kid for once. He got through half before the kid tugged on the stick, big brown eyes pleading.

“Oh all right,” Din said, handing over the rest of his portion. “Happy birthday, kid.”

#din just wants to be the best dad #the mandalorian #fic #purpletangomintsprite #asks #requests #baby yoda #grogu #din djarin #i would fistfight gideon to know more about din's childhood tbh

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pillage-and-lute · 3 years

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Hey I have a holiday prompt for you! What if it’s the pairing’s first holiday together and they stress about figuring out what to get each other? Any pairing you feel like! PS Reading your stuff never fails to put a smile on face!💜💜💜

Hi Blondey!

cute shit ahead. Modern AU

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“Yen,” I swear,” Geralt panted into the phone. “It’s an emergency. Please, I need your help.”

“No.”

“Yen please I’m actually begging.”

“You should have thought to beg before Christmas Eve.”

“I’m meeting him tonight, Yennefer, I’m on Wilson Street, with all the shops and I’m so lost, please.”

“No.”

“I’ll set you up with Jaskier’s hot friend. The one from the coffee shop. She’s single.”

“...I’m on my way.”

-- -- -- Across Town, Triss and Jaskier’s Apartment -- -- --

“I just thought I’d have more time to get him a gift,” Jaskier wailed, draped dramatically over Triss’ beat up armchair. “And then it was thanksgiving, then finals and it’s Christmas eve and I don’t have a gift.”

“Well,” Triss said, sipping her cocoa and barely looking up from her book. “It’s not noon yet, shops aren’t all closed. What kind of gift does your relationship need?”

“What?” Jaskier looked up from his flop of despair, confused.

“I mean, if you’d been dating for a month it would be slippers or some scotch or something.”

“We’ve been dating eight months though!” Jaskier wailed. “I love him, Trissy, desperately. I see his face and everything goes all pink and mushy.”

“You should get that checked out.”

“No, I mean,” Jaskier sat up and looked at her. “I think he could be the one. He might be it for me.”

Triss looked up from her book. She’d known Jaskier since university, and his heart had always been so mobile, but there was something shining in his eyes. She shrugged mentally. Put it down to a Christmas miracle, but Jaskier was really in love.

“What does he like?”

Jaskier huffed. “He likes being grumpy.”

“And?”

“Me.” He paused for thought. “His horse, Roach, he loves riding. He loves his goddaughter, and mythology.”

“Lord of the Rings nerd?”

“Oh you have no idea, he’s basically Aragorn if Aragorn had albinism.”

“I know a place,” Triss said, getting up. “Put on your coat.”

“Will it be open?” Jaskier asked anxiously, pulling his boots on.

“They live above the shop,” Triss said, throwing his scarf at him. “I know the owners, I’ll just shoot them a text.”

-- -- -- Back on the other side of town -- -- --

“Okay,” Yennefer said. “And you’re sure the hot barista is single?”

“Triss,” Geralt said. “And yes, apparently she’s been crying about it to Jaskier for ages.”

“Right, let’s go looking,” Yennefer said, looking remarkably cheerful.

The rows of shops were mostly open for last minute shoppers and Geralt and Yennefer fought through them.

Well, Geralt fought. Yennefer just glared and people moved out of her way.

“Does he cook?” Yennefer asked, pointing at a cookware store.

“Ramen and box mac n cheese,” Geralt said.

“You said he likes clothes?” A very full store with what could only be called hipster clothing.

“He has lots of clothes I want something...special,” Geralt said. He was trying not to lose hope.

“You really like this one.”

“I do, you met him he’s just...bright,” Geralt said, mumbling a little into his scarf as the wind blew a flurry at him.

“Hey, look at the music shop on the corner,” Yenn said. “I’m down here all the time, I’ve never noticed it before.”

Neither had Geralt. “Is it new?” It didn’t look new. It looked nearly condemned.

“You said he loves music,” Yennefer said, stomping in the direction of the store.

“I dunno, that store looks...”

“He loves music,” she said. “And you love him.”

They entered the store.

-- -- -- Triss and Jaskier -- -- --

“How the hell did you find this place?”

“I told you,” Triss said, matter of factly. “I know the owners. They’ll be down any minute to open it up.”

“They’re opening it up just for us?” Jaskier asked guiltily. It was Christmas eve after all.

“They owe me,” Triss said. “I introduced them. Well...reintroduced.”

“Welcome to The Sword in the Stone, Gifts and Novelties,” grinned a young man with very blue eyes and slightly large ears, opening the door. Behind him a blonde young man grinned cheerfully too, he was wearing a santa hat.

“Hi,” Jaskier said, stepping gratefully inside. “It’s a pleasure, I’m Jaskier.”

“Merlin,” said the young man who’d opened the door.

“Arthur,” the blonde waved.

“Seriously?”

The pair just shrugged. Well, Jaskier, called Buttercup/Dandelion/Julian/a lot of other things, wasn’t about to tell people what to call themselves.

“I hear you need a gift for that special someone,” the blonde -Arthur- said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, he loves fantasy stuff and I just... I don’t know what to get him.”

“Gotcha,” Arthur began to lead him back into the shop. Merlin and Triss were chatting by the door.

“Were you thinking bigger, got a lovely cardboard cutout of Viggo Mortensen?”

Jaskier pictured Aragorn watching them have sex from the corner of Geralt’s little studio apartment. “Maybe smaller but kind of...niche?”

“Lucky you, this place if full of niche,” Arthur said cheerfully.

Jaskier looked at the wall full of swords and was that a battle axe? “Yeah...”

“Does he wear jewelry?” asked Arthur, jingling a box full of metal in Jaskier’s direction.

“Not really,” Jaskier said. Then something caught his eye. “Wait...” he pulled something out of the box and held it up to the light.

Somehow...it was perfect.

“How much.”

-- -- -- Yen and Geralt -- -- --

“This place looks closed,” Geralt whispered to Yennefer, looking around at the racks of instruments.

“Not closed dearie, just dusty,” came a cheerful voice from right behind Geralt. He and Yennefer jumped.

“Sorry honeys,” said a little old lady with coke bottle glasses. “Got my slippers on, makes me quiet. She shuffled one foot, clad in pink fluff, off the floor as exhibit A. “Gift from my great grandson, aren’t they darling? Now,” she looked at Geralt with laser intensity. “You’d be needing a gift.”

“Um, yes ma’am,” Geralt said. How had she known?

“Ooohoo you need a gift,” said the tiny old woman, “Cause you’s a boy in love.” She nearly cackled. “Follow me honeys!”

Geralt and Yennefer looked at each other, shrugged, and followed. What choice did they have?

“Got a harp,” the shopkeeper called cheerfully. It was indeed a full, standing, concert harp. It had a figurehead on it but the face looked absolutely agonized.

“Maybe not,” Geralt said.

“Hmmm no,” said the lady, shuffling her fluffy slippers. “Bagpipes?”

“He lives in an apartment.”

“That’ll be a no, then,” said the woman, peering at a rack of instruments in the corner. “Aha!” she shrieked, startling Geralt and Yennefer both.

“This!”

It was perfect.

“I can’t afford it,” Geralt said, feeling hopeless.

“Oh yes you can,” said the little old lady gleefully, if she could Geralt got the sense she would be jumping and clicking her heels. “Nobody wants ‘em these days, this one’s seventy-five percent off!”

Geralt left with a weird shaped package.

-- -- -- Geralt’s studio apartment, evening -- -- --

“Hey,” Jaskier, said, stomping his boots on the mat.

“Hi,” Geralt replied, stealing a kiss. “What’d you tell Triss?”

“Told her I was sending a gift, what’s you tell Yennefer?”

“She’s heading over there now,” Geralt said. “With that movie they both like.”

“Ocean’s 8?”

“That’s the one, and a plate of homemade Christmas cookies.”

Jaskier smiled at Geralt and stole another kiss. “We’re never going to have a moment of peace, now we set them up,” he said. Geralt grinned at him. “Never, but I think we did the right thing.”

They settled in on Geralt’s little loveseat. Jaskier set a wrapped present on the side table. Beside it, on the floor, was a very poorly wrapped mess. Lots of scotch tape was visible. It was quite large.

Jaskier felt panicky.

“Should we,” Geralt said awkwardly. “Do you want to exchange presents now?”

“Sure.” Oh god, Geralt’s gift was so small, and what if he hated it?

“You first?” Geralt said, handing over the odd package.

Jaskier had always been a rip-it-open present person, but he took his time, although there was no salvaging the taped up paper.

“A lute?” he turned to Geralt in delight, face lighting up.

“A lute,” Geralt said. “Is-is that a good thing?”

“Oh my god, Geralt, yes! Oh I love it! I can’t wait to learn it!” Jaskier dropped kisses all over Geralt’s face, careful of his new baby.

He handed Geralt the little package. “It’s not as great but...”

Geralt was a folding kind of person and folded up the wrapping paper carefully, then he opened the box and took out the amulet with the silver wolf’s head.

“Oh,” Geralt said.

Oh. Was that a good oh or a bad oh? Jaskier tried to breathe slowly.

“Jaskier I...”

Oh no. He hated it.

“It’s perfect.”

What?

“When I was little I thought I’d be a knight,” Geralt said, pale eyes shining. “And I drew wolf’s heads on everything, my crest, I said.”

Geralt was holding up the amulet as if transfixed.

“Vesemir can show you, he kept the drawings,” Geralt said. Then he slipped the medallion over his head.

“My knight,” Jaskier said. “My wolf.”

Geralt gave a playful growl. Jaskier’s heart thumped a little harder. Geralt must have picked up on something in his eyes because he cocked his head.

“Oh?” he rumbled, low in his chest. “You want a wolf, do you?” He growled again.

Jaskier leapt up, shrieking with laughter and ran to hide in the bathroom. Geralt caught up before he could close the door.

“I’ll huff and I’ll puff,” he said, dragging Jaskier closer and giving him a bear hug. He growled in Jaskier’s ear.

“And I’ll blow your...how does it go?”

“I’m not sure, wolfie,” Jaskier said, pulling Geralt closer by the amulet. “But I think it ends with you eating me all up.”

It was a very merry Christmas indeed.

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Ope! Idiots! With a random appearance from BBC’s Merlin (In 2020? I guess.) and a little old lady. + the magic of christmas.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #modern au #christmas #minor merthur mention

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stillebesat · 3 years

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Meeting Virgil (5x1) -Third Time

Sanders Shorts: Remy Sanders Sides: Virgil Blurb: A Special Delivery Prequel. -Five times Remy tried to give Virgil a child and the one time he succeeded. Inspiration: @book-of-charlie asked: What did Virgil mean by “the last 5 times?” Fic Type: STORK!AU, Winged!Remy Chapter Warnings: Implied Neglectful Parents, Implied Miscarriage Taglist in Reblog. To Catch Up: First Time Second Time

Little Lacey was going to change the world. Remy knew it from the moment the baby girl’s eyes had lit up upon seeing him and his wings. From the second she had opened her mouth and let out the most contagious laugh he’d ever heard.

Even now, as he wound his way through the golf course parking lot crowded with stalls and people waiting for the fireworks to start on the hill above them, Lacey drew smiles from everyone standing nearby with that contagious bubbling laughter as she bounced in his arms.

He’d been tempted to put her to sleep when the twin lines of green and purple he’d been following led straight into this noisy place with music blaring, kids screaming, and the smell of popcorn and cotton candy thick in the air. First impressions with new parents hardly went well if the baby was screaming their head off after all, yet Lacey apparently loved the chaos surrounding them. She’d perked right up, her giggles ringing in his ear before he’d even landed.

There was no doubt. Despite her previous parents’ best attempts to treat her like a forgotten dusty doll in a china cabinet, Lacey thrived in having everyone’s attention focused on her. For being in the limelight. Yes. Remy knew she would change the world once she was older if the way everyone cooed -from the lady waiting in line with her son to get their face painted to the burly motorcycle dude that looked like he could tear your head off with his pinky- at her was any indication.

It was attention that Remy wasn’t exactly used to dealing with himself anymore. Usually his S.T.O.R.K. duties took him to places that were...quieter...more…secluded environments. One on Two situations where he could meet the new parents away from watching eyes, give them their new bundle of joy and then take off soon after their bond was established.

“Oh, isn’t she precious!” A grandmother cooed at Lacey, her hands twitching with the obvious old person urge to pinch the baby’s cheeks as she gave Remy a warm smile. “You’re one lucky fella having such a beautiful daughter!”

His stomach did a little uncomfortable flip flop at that. It wasn’t the first time he’d been mistaken as a parent, but it always threw him off when people assumed he was capable of such a feat when growing up it had felt like everyone expected him to die before he reached twenty.

According to Larry and Dot, however, despite the years he’d spent ferrying babies around -and getting them to their parents without issue...well, major issues-- he was still quite ‘rough around the edges.’

Ha.

He’d like to see them say that when faced with the burly motorcycle dude two stalls over. He couldn’t be that rough acting anymore.

Probably.

Maybe.

Eh.

Remy shook his head, wings twitching against his back as he grinned at the woman, glad his metallic green eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. “She’s adorable alright, but I’m just watching her for a friend while they grab a bite to eat.” He tilted his head to the twin lines that led towards the other side of the food stalls beyond the lady as Lacey giggled in his ear, nuzzling her head into his shoulder.

The words flowed easily enough off his tongue, despite the bitter taste they left. Lying wasn’t really a thing with S.T.O.R.K.s hence his...technical truth. He was watching Lacey, though friend might be a bit strong of a word when he’d never met the parents before. But he was planning to grab some of those delectable chicken strips he could smell afterwards. So yah...basically the truth.

He was good at that.

Larry and Dot would visibly roll their eyes but quietly smile their approval at his ability to find and exploit loopholes.

The grandmother’s eyes grew softer as Lacey wiggled, reaching fingers grabbing onto the feathers her little hands could reach. “How sweet.” She murmured, placing a hand over her heart.

Did she mean Lacey or the fact Remy was ‘watching’ her? He sighed internally, keeping the smile in place with effort. He’d never been the greatest at interacting with old people who would ‘dear me’ and ‘oh my’ him to death if he accidentally slipped and swore in front of them.

“Mhmmm, if you’ll excuse me.” He gave her a nod, wings pressing harder against his back as he edged around her, waving one hand over his head like he was acknowledging someone in the distance and quickly vanished into the crowd, following the green and purple ribbons that would lead him to Lacey’s future family.

Still both glowing with the exact same shade of brightness. Still unknown just which one would end up with little Lacey’s shining personality in their lives.

Well. He paused as the two colored ribbons finally diverged. The Purple leading to the right to where the sun had just set. Green leading to the left to where hundreds of people were sitting, waiting for the show in the sky.

Both options meant still more people. But with the brightness being so close, he’d have to scope out both possibilities first before making a decision.

He exhaled, trying to remain relaxed as the crowd brushed by him, his wings trembling against his back. It wasn’t like anyone could see his wings so he had nothing to fear about being mobbed for his feathers. But still. The constant press of people unknowingly touching them had him on edge.

“Purple first.” He mumbled, adjusting his grip on Lacey as she sat back up, clapping her hands together with a squeal as he moved them closer to a brightly colored bouncy house. It wasn’t like the Edgelord would be here among the Good Old Rocky Mountains when he lived on the opposite side of the country, but it would be best to confirm that first.

With how quickly ‘Virge’ had vanished that night in the woods, it wouldn’t surprise him if the poor guy was still lost in the backwaters of Virginia.

No. Probably not. He seemed resourceful enough...unless he’d gotten himself captured by a Mothman colony--did they have colonies or were they more of a solitary creat--

Remy unexpectedly broke through the crowd, coming out where a line of porta-potties stood like quiet stinky sentinels in the fading light.

And there, right where the purple line ended, stood Mr. Not-a-Good-Dad himself in all his gothic glory. Wearing a black tank top that showed off his arms, artistically torn jeans, and purple dyed hair falling into his storm colored eyes.

Remy’s heart skipped a beat as he stumbled to a stop, rapidly blinking to clear his vision of this impossible mirage. “No. Fu--Freaking. Way.” He breathed, staring at Virge just as the guy reached down and picked up a little girl who couldn’t have been more than four or five years old, easily balancing her on his hip like he’d done this exact action multiple times before, speaking softly to her as he brushed the tears from her wet cheeks with his thumb.

Remy swallowed, bouncing Lacey as she wiggled in his grip. Lost maybe? Had to be. He couldn’t see the bonding lines between the two of them for all that Virge looked like a Father patiently calming his distressed child.

Of course, that didn’t rule out the possibility that she was his cousin, or even a niece or some kid of a friend. He would need to get closer to the girl to know for sure if there was any connection between the two.

Remy shrugged, drawing in a steadying breath. Well. Better make his move now rather than later. “Well, Laceyloo” He said, giving the girl a wink as he moved forward. “Ready to try your luck with our resident Emo?”

Didn’t the saying go that the ‘third time's the charm’ or something? With how adorably cute she was...and with how comfortable Virge seemed with this other little girl, perhaps Lacey’s laughter would be the key to convincing Dark and Brooding to accept his obviously destined role as a Father.

One could hope.

“Hey Stranger.” He called, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair as the Edgelord jumped like he’d just been electrocuted, causing the little girl to cry out and cling to him as stormy grey eyes met Remy’s metallic green ones.

Virge glowered at him even as his hands moved to soothe the girl, low words leaving his lips as she buried her head against his chest, his stormy eyes only softening as Lacey sat upright in Remy’s arms and gave him a tiny wave of her hand and a delighted giggle.

“Hey.” He said, still focused on Lacey, a myriad of conflicting expressions crossing his face.

Hook.

Remy moved a deliberately casual step closer, wings fluttering with anticipation. “Fancy meeting you here.” He made a show of looking around. “Does Mothman usually attend this sort of thing?”

Virge rolled his eyes, glancing at the girl in his arms before focusing back on Remy. “Slenderman actually.”

A what? Remy paused, glancing at the sniffling girl with a raised eyebrow. “Really?” She didn’t look like a...whatever a Slenderman was.

Another thing he’d have to go look up if these encounters with V-man were gonna continue and he kept insisting on referencing random fantasy cryptid creatures that Remy had barely heard of.

That way he would be more prepared next time.

If there was a next time.

If Lacey failed to work her magic.

Which she wouldn’t.

Because she was Lacey the Amazing and this was their lucky third encounter. So of course he wouldn’t be seeing his stubborn Emo Nightmare again.

Unfortunately.

Virge snorted. “No. She wouldn’t be considered one if I was. Lily here has lost her parents. I’m helping her find them. Right Lily?”

The child glanced up, face tear-streaked, bright brown eyes shimmering with more tears waiting to fall. “They’re gone.” She whimpered.

“And we’ll find them.” Virge assured, voice going soft. “Remember? You were telling me what your Mommy was wearing. A pretty pearl necklace right? Her favorite that you can’t yet wear?”

She sniffled, nodding. “Yah.”

Remy shook his head. Well that was a helpful description.

Not.

Still. Edgelord had shown more patience with the crying kid than most strangers would in this sort of situation. “A necklace.” He repeated. “Like you’ll be able to see that in the dark.”

Virge rolled his eyes. “It’s more help than you’re currently being, Eagle One. Plus I am listening for anyone calling her name.”

“Mhmm in this crowd? The parents would need to scream quite loud.” He took another step closer, smiling as Lily and Lacey made eye contact, the baby in his arms wiggling as Lily straightened with a “Hi you!” as she waved at Lacey. “No, It sounds like you need help from an Expert.” He said, spreading out his wings, flapping them once.

A bad decision really with how many people were around that he could have hit, though the surprised sound Virge made as he lifted a hand, taking an automatic step closer as his grey eyes darted to the people continuing by made it well worth it.

He froze as Lacey laughed, making grabby hands at his wings and Lily gasped a soft “Angel?” leaving her lips, her brown eyes growing bright with awe.

A S.T.O.R.K. But he wouldn’t begrudge the child for her confusion. Remy nodded to Lily, bouncing Lacey in his arms. “I’m here to help you Lils. We’ll find your parents.”

This close he could see easily her parent line--the same Green one he’d been following earlier ironically enough, because of course it would be the same fu-freaking line he’d followed all the way here, winding its way upwind of the porta-potties to a low hill with a couple shade trees at the top. Well, if it didn’t work out with Mr. Reluctant here, at least it appeared Lily already liked her potential new baby sister if their shared giggles and fascination with his wings was anything to go by.

Virge stared beyond Remy, watching the crowd, growing more tense the longer everyone else continued walking by without reacting. “They can’t--” He whispered.

“See them? No.” Remy folded his wings, unwilling to keep them open and exposed around so many individuals now that he’d made his point. “Betcha that’s why people don’t usually see your Mothman either.” Probably. It had to be a magic related thing. Or belief thing. A blending ability? Were S.T.O.R.K.s like Mothmen? Bigfoot? Vampi--oh, yah no….his wings pressed against his back. If it turned out Vampires and Werewolves and Mothmen were actually real only then would he have a mental breakdown over maybe being in the same category as mythical creatures. Right now. He had to focus. Find Lily’s parents. Give Lacey to the Edgelord and walla. Mission accomplished.

Virge slowly shook his head, shifting Lily against his side before he rubbed the back of his neck. “No, there's been enough credible sightings of Mothmen by people to discount that theory.” He said, shrugging one shoulder. “It may explain why, when people talk about their encounters with Angels, that they rarely mention them with wings though.”

Remy rolled his eyes. “Not an Angel, V-man. I already told you. I’m a--”

“Stork. Yes. But are you sure that’s not a type of Angel?” He asked, eyes gleaming in the faint light given by the lamp posts. “You bring babies to parents who want children right? You’re willing to help me find this girl’s parents. Therefore a Stork could be a subset of Guardian Angels.”

Huh.

“...You been thinking on this alot?” Remy asked faintly.

Which One. It shouldn’t thrill him that Gothica incarnate was thinking about him. And Two. Questioning his so-called ‘Angelhood’ was definitely not going to keep him up all night regardless of how this encounter ended. An Angel? HIM?! Ha. Larry and Dot would have a conniption that their troubled ward was considered some sort of goodie two shoes Guardian Angel.

Maybe.

Else Larry would tear up, crush him in a hug, and start blubbering Dadisms of ‘being so proud’ and Dot would pat him firmly on the back and say “about time.” It was hard to tell which they’d go most days.

Remy shook his head, raising a finger and jabbing it in Edgelord’s direction. “You.” He said. “Are distracting me from helping Lily” and Lacey “find her parents. Shame. On. You.” He spread a wing towards the girl in Virge’s arms. She immediately perked up, a shy smile on her lips as she reached out to touch his feathers.

Laughter danced in Virge’s eyes as tilted his head, purple tipped bangs falling in front of them, shadowing their grey color further as he maintained eye contact, not at all distracted by the wing inches from his arm. “Oh? Then tell me, O Mighty Stork, how can you find her parents?”

“Same way I keep finding you.” Remy said with a smirk, heart fluttering in anticipation as Popsicle blanched. So close. “Not that you can see it.” He pointed to the ground where the purple ribbon still shown between Virge and Lacey and then over to the green one that also streaked from her to run parallel to Lily’s line that would lead them to her parents. “But all children have a connection between them and their parents or guardians that we,” he gestured to himself, “can see.”

Virge licked his lips, glancing to Lacey, then to the ground, his arm tightening protectively around Lily. “And Lily’s parents are?”

“Right up that hill.” He said without hesitation, pointing to where the green line led. “I can’t see who it ends at, but they are over there. I can easily reunite Lily with them, if you don’t mind holding little Lacey here for me in the meantime.” He said, his wings rising and mantling around them to block Virge’s view of anyone else as he held out the baby for him to take.

Lacey automatically reached out to her potential new Dad, making grabby hands along with a soft cooing sound demanding to be held.

Line.

Virge reached out, arm already curving to take the baby from him, only to hesitate at the last second, grey eyes flickering with shadows as he met Remy’s green ones. “That first time. When you broke into my place. You said…” He licked his lips, hand trembling as he pulled it back to hold onto Lily. “I would only have to ‘hold her and see.’ What did you mean by that?”

….Smart Fish.

Remy exhaled, shaking his head. Sinker totally sunk. Suspicious Nancy here just had to remember some off hand comment he’d made ages ago and question it.

It was times like this that he wished he could Lie to potential parents. It would make his job so much easier. But at the same time, he knew all too well that starting out a budding connection with lies would mean a crumbling family foundation later on. Best to stick to the truth to give the child the best connection with their new parents from the start.

Remy pulled Lacey back into a more steady position against his chest, soothing her disgruntled sounds as she still tried to reach out to the Emo--or maybe it was Lily she was reaching for? The other little girl was bouncing in Virge’s arms hard enough to be a workout as she stretched towards Remy.

Probably a good idea to not have those two touch just yet. He wanted to try and make the bond with Virge work first before allowing Lacey to complete the bond with Lily’s family. He shifted to keep the two out of reach from each other before speaking to Virge. “A parental bond is only established with a child in the custody of a S.T.O.R.K. when said child is touched or held by the new parent. It’s a love at first contact sort of thing.” He said, not at all surprised when the reluctant Emo took two quick steps back away from him.

Stubborn. Why was he so stubborn about this?! Shouldn’t him showing up Three Fuc--Freaking times be clear enough indication that PopStar here was meant to be a Father?!

“So~. If I were to hold Lacey for you while you helped Lily--’” Virge asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I would have killed two birds with one stone.” He said simply. “Lily would return to her parents and Lacey here would have bonded with you and you’d be her new Dad.”

Virge growled at that, eyes flashing as his shoulders hunched high enough to nearly touch his ears. “I told you before that I’m not a good Dad.” He hissed. “And yet you just tried to trick me into--”

Well most people weren’t this stupidly resistant to becoming a parent.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Ah Huh. For some reason, LolliPop.” He gestured to Lily still comfortably resting in his arms. “I don’t believe you.”

Virgil bared his teeth, arms tightening protectively around the girl. “This is different. She’s lost! I’m not going to leave her to wander around here all alone!”

“And Lacey is different how?” Remy retorted. “She is lost, looking for a new Dad, and walla you’re here to save the bloody day!”

Virgil shook his head, taking two more steps back, nearly hitting the nearest porta-pottie. “NO.”

And just like that the Purple line fizzled, growing hazy to Remy’s sight as the Green line took on an even brighter glow.

Remy groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Jiminy Crickets! And he’d had such high hopes that Lacey would be the breakthrough to Virge’s reluctance in joining the Fatherhood Club. “It’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be, you fuc--freaking scaredy cat!” Not that he had any personal experience in it, but he’d seen it. Seen how happy the men were to become fathers once the bond was established. “I don’t make mistakes in this. You’d be an excellent Dad no matter your doubts. I wouldn’t be here talking to you otherwise!”

“You don’t know that!!” Virgil retorted, a tint of panic to his voice. “You can’t! How can I believe some guy showing up with a random baby in his arms--you could have kidnapped her for all I--”

“You’ve seen my wings.” Remy interrupted, spreading them out and flapping them for emphasis. “Obviously I’m not exactly some guy. I don’t kidnap babies. I rescue them from bad situations and take them to better ones. That’s what a S.T.O.R.K. does!”

“I can’t--”

“You’ll have to at some point.” Remy snapped. “I’m going to keep coming to you until you do. You do realize that right? You’re marked for Fatherhood and if it’s not me that can get that through your thick skull it will be a different S.T.O.R.K. who does.”

Virge violently shook his head. “No. I’m not--”

“A good Dad. I know. I’ve heard.” Remy rolled his eyes, snapping his wings shut as he turned away to follow the green line, adjusting as Lacey twisted in his arms trying to look behind them. “I still don’t believe you.” But it was obvious by how the purple line had faded to nearly nothing that Lacey wouldn’t end up as the Edgelord’s kid.

A pity. The dude could use some serious laughter in his life. Bright and bubbly like little Lacey’s. Too bad he was apparently immune to her charm.

“...Where are you going?”

Remy fought back the urge to snarl. “To take Lacey here to her next best option, which funnily enough is Lily’s parents so are you coming with me to reunite them or not?” At least he already knew that Lily would get along with Lacey. One hurdle gone in that regard.

Virge made a noise of surprise. “They lost their child and you’re taking another to them---”

“Mistakes happen.” Remy said shortly, glancing over his shoulder. “No one can be the perfect parent 24/7. It’s impossible. You get distracted at the wrong moment and walla your child has slipped away. Or you think someone else is watching them while they think you’re watching them and no one questions why they haven’t seen the kid recently. it---her parent line is still bright, Virge.” He looked away as Mr. Reluctant caught up and fell in step with him. “They aren’t horrible bad people just because they lost her tonight. They love her. No doubt about it.”

And if Cynical Gothica was so concerned about them and their parenting skills then he should have said YES to being the Dad to Lacey before his purple line had fizzled out!

Virge ducked his head, shoulders hunching as he brushed Lily’s hair out of her eyes. “...Okay.” He mumbled a dozen steps later. “But what if they--they loved--love her, but…but did something---what if something happened to hurt her? Badly? And they couldn’t--what if it’s not fix--fixable? What then? Would you really--”

Remy stopped just short of cresting the hill, wings prickling, goosebumps on his arms sending a chill through him as he turned back to Virge. This. He could sense. Was important.

“Mistakes happen, V.” He repeated in a softer tone. “Whatever mistake you think you’ve made that you think disqualifies you from ever becoming a Father…” He stretched out a wing, brushing the Emo’s cheek, causing him to look up, eyes so soft and vulnerable that it made Remy’s chest ache. “It’s not an unforgivable one. Again. I wouldn’t be here if it were.”

People changed. People could become better than they were. Whatever had happened in the Edgelord’s past wasn’t a deal breaker to the S.T.O.R.K.s. The three times he’d shown up in his presence had to be some sort of proof. He’d never heard of someone refusing parenthood before, but the fact that Remy kept returning, the fact that Virge kept coming up as an option in the first place, had to mean something.

V bit his lip, eyes troubled as he looked to Lacey then back to Remy, the purple ribbon connecting the two flickering like a sputtering candle. “I’m not--” He whispered.

Remy let out a slow breath, well aware that his wing was still touching his cheek, but unwilling to pull away just yet. “It’s something to think on, Virge O’Doom.” He said, voice still soft. “Once is a Chance, Twice a Coincidence, Thrice? It’s a Pattern. It’s just a matter of deciding if you’re ready when I come back a Fourth time.”

As much as he wanted to convince him and make it to work between Lacey and the Emo...the line had already fuzzed once. He didn’t want Virge to have any doubts in this.

“LILY?!” A shrill woman’s voice suddenly rang through the air, breaking the tension between them like a snapped wire. “LILY WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“LILYLOO?” A man called out, his voice breaking on the last syllable. “Lily?! Has anyone seen my daughter?!”

Remy smirked, pulling his wing back and raising an eyebrow to Virge as Lily jerked upright at her name, nearly pulling free from his grip in the process. “See? Not bad parents.”

Virge drew in a visibly shaky breath, his arms tightening around the little girl. “Right.”

“MOMMY!” Lily cried, wiggling to get free. “DADDY!”

“We got her!” Remy called, using his wing to push Mr. Reluctant forward up the hill, pitching his voice so it would carry to the frantic parents. “Over here!” He raised his free hand, waving to draw their attention as he moved his other wing to cover Lacey, hiding her from their view for now.

“Oh, Lily!” Her mother rushed forward wild curly hair streaming behind her like a banner, pulling her free from Virge’s grip with little effort to smother her with kisses. “Don’t scare me like that.”

Lily wrapped her arms around her Mother, burying her head against her chest. “Sorry Momma,” She whimpered.

“Where was she?” Her father asked, hovering anxiously behind his wife. His fingers running through his daughter’s hair.

“By the bathrooms.” Virge said, shuffling awkwardly in place. “She was crying, so we---” He gestured to Remy and himself. “Were helping her find you.”

We? Nope nope. “Pretty sure that was all you.” Remy muttered under his breath, shifting as Lacey wiggled in his grip, trying to peer out from around his wing. He would have never been aware of the girl’s situation if Castlevania hadn’t taken the initiative. His job usually involved helping unloved kids. Not loved ones. Even if they were lost.

“Lily,” Her mother scolded in a soft tone, lifting up her chin. “You know you need one of us to go with you.”

The girl sniffed, eyes welling with tears. “But I’m a big girl! I can go by myself! I’m no baby.”

Grief flashed across the Mom’s face, one hand dropping to her stomach before quickly rising back to cradle the back of Lily’s head.

Ah. Remy straightened, light green dust swirling at his fingertips as recognition flashed through him. He’d seen that particular look hundreds of times before from mothers who’d lost a babe in the womb. He’d bet his sunglasses that the baby would have been the same age as little Lacey here had they survived to full term, hence why the line was so bright. Lacey could easily slip into the family like she’d always been a part of them.

“That may be.” Her husband said, taking the opportunity to pull Lily into his arms, squeezing her tight as he gave his wife a concerned look, his own eyes showing a hint of grief as well. “But you know how your mother worries about you.”

“So much, baby girl. So much. If I lost you too-” Her voice hitched as she abruptly cut off, bowing her head, wrapping her arms around her middle.

“But you didn’t.” Remy said soothingly as he moved closer to the family, fingers of his free hand twisting to scatter green dust around them so that any nosy viewers would stop paying attention now that the little family reunion was complete. “Everyone is safe and sound. No harm done.” He pulled back his wing back to reveal baby Lacey, purposely brushing his feathers along her neck, causing her to break into soft laughter, twisting in his arms from the tickling sensation.

The Mother looked up at the sound, mouth dropping open. “Oh.” She breathed, clasping her hands over her heart, eyes shimmering as she stared at Lacey. “She’s--”

“Cute right?” Remy asked, holding her out in an unspoken invitation to hold her.

Unlike Virge, the Scrooge of Fatherhood, hovering beside him, she didn’t hesitate. She reached out to gently take Lacey into her arms, a hidden weight vanishing from her shoulders as Lacey giggled, nuzzling her face against the Mother’s neck, tiny fingers gripping onto her shirt.

“She’s absolutely precious.” She murmured, pressing a kiss into her thick hair. “What’s her name?”

“Lacey.” Remy said simply, the tip of his wing stretching out to push the Father and Lily closer to them.

“Lacey.” The Father repeated, moving to her side, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched his wife slowly rock the baby back and forth. “An L name.” He reached out, running a hand down Lacey’s back, causing the green line in Remy’s sight to flash twice indicating the parental bond had been accepted. “Just like Lily’s.”

Perfect. Remy exhaled, snapping out his wing to block Virge just as he tried to interrupt the moment.

Idiot.

Remy grabbed him by the arm, dragging him away as his wings fluttered, sending more light green sparks swirling away to settle around the newly expanded family, ensuring that Lacey would be able to bond with them in peace without further interruption.

Virge struggled, twisting in Remy’s grip, unable to break free as the first set of fireworks burst in the sky overhead. “That’s it?! You can’t seriously just--”

Remy rolled his eyes. “Can. Did. Bought the T-Shirt.” Or food. Could he still get his chicken strips if the fireworks had already started? Probably not. That was disappointing.

“Seriously?! You can’t just drop off a baby and leave!”

Funny. Remy pulled them to a stop at the bottom of the hill, mantling his wings so that Virge stood in his shadow. “I’m a S.T.O.R.K., Grimm Reaper. You do remember what that means right? Leaving babies on doorsteps is kinda the whole jig.”

Virge bristled, not at all intimidated. “But you just left her!”

Must be all those Mothman encounters. Remy crossed his arms. “In good hands, Virgeroo. Not all parents need me to stick around once I give them a child.” Thankfully. He hated dealing with the ones who had a million and six impossible questions they wanted answered. But he wasn’t actually going to leave little Lacey there just like that. What sort of S.T.O.R.K. would he be to literally just dump a child in a lady’s arms and leave?

He’d double back around to check in once he was sure Virge wouldn’t go try to find them and ruin everything.

“But!”

“No.”

EmoDramatic threw up his hands. “How will they explain this though? Going to a fireworks show with one child and coming home with two!”

Remy spread his arms, wiggling his fingers. “Maaagiic~.” He smirked, snapping his wings shut. “They can explain it however they want.” The bond would ensure that whatever reason they gave for suddenly having another child, it would be believed by those who heard it. “It’s not your concern.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, brushing past him.

Not until Mr. Not-a-Good-Dad accepted his fate at least. And who knew when that would happen. Would his curiosity help spur him into taking that final step?

Virge whirled with him, fingers brushing his wing before landing on his arm, sending a shiver down Remy’s spine. “I don’t understand.”

“And you won’t, LolliPop.” Remy shrugged free from his grip, slipping his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Not until you say yes to Dadhood. That’s another thing you can think on until I see you next.” He gave his Edgelord a two fingered salute as he jumped into the air, shimmering dust whirling around him helping him to vanish from view as a series of green and purple fireworks exploded overhead.

To Be Continued.

#Meeting Virgil #stillebesat #Sanders Sides #STORK AU #Remy #Virgil Sanders #Sleep #Anxiety #implied neglectful parents tw #implied miscarriage tw

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nari-nim · 4 years

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forever anticipating

“hi i don't know if your requests are open but if they are can you write an scenario in which hyunsuk sets jihoon and y/n on a blind date? fluffy? btw do you think he would kiss on the first date?”

aww anonie this is the cutest request! time for some SOFT JIHOON HOURS! To answer your question, I think Jihoon is highly intuitive and can read body language well so he will use that to inform his decision whether or not to go for the kiss! If his date is down, he will not hesitate. I hope you enjoy the direction I took :) lmk what you think!! 💓

This is how Jihoon secretly looks at you when you aren’t looking during your date. gif credit goes to @khaly-no

Treasure Jihoon x Y/N

warnings: none, this FLUFFY

word count: 1.8k

— the dorms —

Video game night was in full swing and it has never been louder in the dorms. Jeongwoo screeched over the sound of six other members’ simultaneous bickering. Meanwhile, Asahi decided now was the perfect time hit whoever blinked with a couch pillow. Normally, Hyunsuk wouldn’t have tolerated this level of rowdiness under his roof. But he was busy. He sat quietly on the far end of the sofa tapping furiously into his phone, a sly smile plastered across his features.

“Hey, Jihoon—oh my god,” Hyunsuk said, his smile melting as soon as he looked up. The chaos activated his leader (mother) mode. “Jihoon-Jeongwoo get down. Jeongwoo, please. Haruto, wait--Junkyu-Junkyu- ASAHI”

Asahi stopped. The rest followed suit.

The room turned to normal levels of volume, and Hyunsuk was able to try again.

“Jihoon, come here.” Jihoon perked up from his Mashiho impersonation, and got up to join Hyunsuk.

“Bro, you should join us. Junghwan is killing it, you don’t want to miss his true maknae on top moment.” (He’s actually not, the beloved super king cow king baby is getting crushed by Haruto every round). Jihoon slid next to Hyunsuk, glancing at his phone screen. “What are you...”

Hyunsuk flashed him a cheeky smile and hid what he was working on for the past half hour.

“You’re going on a blind date tomorrow.”

“No way, this feels somewhat illegal. Tell me more.”

“Her name is y/n and I met her through a mutual friend. They go to uni together and we met at that hangout I went to last weekend. Park Jun, she is exactly your type. You gotta trust me on this one.”

Jihoon blinked at him, for once without a witty remark. Jihoon squinted at Hyunsuk, and chuckled in disbelief. Reality was hitting him and logic does not like that shit eating grin on Hyunsuk’s face.

“Hyunsuk, you’re setting me up? You, really? This is actually happening? Right before our flight to Japan?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow early morning at the Han River. You’ll have a few hours before we head over to Incheon.”

Jihoon ruffled his hair and sat back into the couch. He sucked in a breath. Hyunsuk frowned, “you don’t want to? Sorry man, I really thought your vibes would’ve matched and-“

“Oh no no, hyung, I’m just...worried since we’re going to promote in Japan for the next two weeks and our schedules are so busy. It might end up hurting us both,” Jihoon confessed. “And it’s been forever since I last been on a date.”

“Nah I think you’re worrying way too much in advance. The policy is chill now and, hey, who can say no to waiting a few weeks for those abs,” Hyunsuk reassured.

“Oh right, I’m going to flash my abs the fifth minute in,” Jihoon said sarcastically. He did make a mental note, though, because if you really are that cute? He’ll need that Plan G.

“Here, I’ll text you the address now. You better not flake and make me look bad.”

“HEY! What are you guys WHISPERING about!” Jeongwoo said, looking at them suspiciously. Simultaneously, the nonactive players of the game whipped their heads to stare at the pair.

“Nothing, the grownups are talking” Jihoon joked, dramatically nodding and shooting thumbs up at Hyunsuk. Jihoon left the resulting hysterics and sound of Hyunsuk cackling behind for the comforts of his room where he checked his buzzing phone. Turns out, Hyunsuk had attached the pictures of you, figuring he would give Jihoon that peace of mind (and a way to find you tomorrow) under the instructions.

Holy shit.

Jihoon eyes widened. You are exactly his type. Jihoon couldn’t stop staring at your smiling features. The soft smile that colored his features never left his face for the rest of the night.

He couldn’t wait.

— Han River —

Wow ok, this is slightly worse than evaluation days, Jihoon decided, nervously kicking a small pebble around on the dusty road.

“Hey, Jihoon?”

Jihoon froze for a millisecond and turned around to face you.

You looked ethereal in the early morning sun. The light reflected off your lovely features, illuminating the kind glow of your smile. Jihoon made another mental note to treat Hyunsuk to dinner once they land in Japan.

“The one and only. Y/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded shyly. “It’s nice to meet you, Jihoon.”

Jihoon loved hearing his name coming from your lips. Which were so pretty and pink and—

Jihoon cleared his throat. “Likewise.” After a small pause, “Is there anything you would like to do in particular while we get to know each other?”

You laughed, the sound music to Jihoon’s ears. He wants to hear that all the time now, he decided.

“I actually really like taking pictures of random beautiful things that pique my interest! Maybe we can just go for a walk and explore what we find beautiful about the Han River?”

“Perfect,” Jihoon smiled widely, which somehow grew when he noticed the blush in your cheeks.

And that’s how you two somehow went from exchanging detailed introductions to sharing hobbies to discussing life goals and values, all while snapping amazing scenery pics. This developed into a made up game of taking the best picture, judged entire on a subjective and nondemocratic point system. The winner gets uncontested glory and a copy of all the photos of the loser’s captured moments.

“HAHA, y/n I just got the spiciest photo of these golden bell flowers over this ledge!”

“What, how??” You whipped around from trying to make some daisies look aesthetic. The competitive side of you was taking over.

“I guess it’s one of the perks of being taller,” Jihoon said, hopping down the said six foot tall ledge he spent the last few minutes scaling. He dusted his pants off carefully and flashed you his eye smile. In a singsong voice, he said, “and one of those perks is winning this game~”

Yeah you were not about to risk a broken arm for that picture. “Okay, fine, but show it to me?”

“Nuh uh.” He flashed you the picture in one second bursts, having the best time teasing you.

Jihoon paused. He got so comfortable with you in the last hour that he just teased you like he does with the other Treasure members. His worries were interrupted at the adorable sight of you giggling. He internally sighed of relief.

“NuH uH,” you mimicked backed at him, reaching for his phone.

Jihoon quickly yanked his phone above his head, dramatically leaned his body so it was out of your reach. Surprised, you tried to change course. But in the spur of the moment, the momentum carried you just a tad too far. You bump slightly into his chest. Jihoon instinctively grabbed at you to prevent you from losing your balance further, his hands falling on your waist. His large hands felt so warm through the fabric, his breath brushing as the top of your forehead. You were so close.

His eyes widened, heat rushing to his cheeks. For a second, your eyes meet. You wonder if he can hear the thundering in your chest.

Jihoon quickly let go and took a step back, slightly bowing at you. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to grab you like that!”

You could tell your face was absolutely flushed at this point, but you made a show of brushing off your outfit and stuck your nose in the air, “as long as you don’t have cooties.”

“Ooh,” Jihoon winced. “I definitely do. Exclusive, premium, limited edition cooties.”

You laughed, thankful he didn’t press you on the obvious blush. Although it’s not like his face was any better.

“Hey, y/n,” Jihoon said, pulling you out of your internal monologue. “This might be about it for the date. My phone has actually been blowing up with reminders to get back.”

Oh, You tried to hide the sadness in your face. The few hours you spent together seemed to fly by so fast, and you definitely longed for more. Within the span of the date, he showed just how incredible he is—unyielding dedication to his dreams, selfless outlooks on life, and a kind, hilarious and loving personality that felt like sunshine on a rainy day.

Jihoon noticed the quiet pause, and softly asked, “May I walk you home?”

You let out an airy laugh. “Not unless you want to walk 45 minutes in one direction and an hour in the other, Park Jihoon. It’s okay, I’ll take the subway!”

“Right, right,” Jihoon chuckled. You guys reached an intersection leading pedestrians away from the river sidewalk. The signs pointed to your destinations in opposite directions, which felt too meta for your taste.

Jihoon turned to face you.

“You know, golden bell flowers means anticipation in flower language.” He looked the most serious he has ever been all morning.

You mustered yourself to look into his eyes.

“That’s suitable, Jihoon, because I anticipate for you to call me as soon as you safely land and are available.”

“Deal.”

Numbers and addresses (for postcards, he claims) were exchanged.

“Jihoon, I had an amazing time today.” You said, suddenly feeling shy again. A part of you wished you could walk him back, but that would attract unwanted attention.

“Me too, y/n. Thanks for waking up so early to spend all this time with me.” Jihoon said, the tone of his voice so soft and genuine.

He shifted a little closer, eyes flickering to your lips.

Your eyes widened.

He leaned in and gently rested his hand against the back of your head. His eyes searched yours, asking.

Oh my god, yes please. You drew even closer in answer, eyes fluttering shut.

Jihoon closed the distance. His lips gently pressed into yours, completing a perfect puzzle. The kiss was was warm, sweet and heartfelt. Your lips gently moved against each other, before you pulled slightly away for air. As your foreheads rested against each together, a warm wave unfurled in your chest.

Just a little more, you thought. Jihoon seemed to agree as you both lean in again, this time the kiss far less hesitant. Your hands rest against his chest while he cups your face with his. Jihoon pulled back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His phone was aggressively ringing, you realize.

“I’ll see you, y/n.”

“I’ll anticipate you, Jihoon.”

He watched your retreating figure for a bit before he headed back to the dorm, giddy with joy.

— your home —

A few days later, a package arrived. It was from Jihoon. Your heart raced.

He never mentioned anything about this in his calls, you excitedly thought.

You slowly pulled out the contents, marveling at each one. A picture of the Han River reflecting the morning light. A dozen of printed photos he somehow took of you that day (you laughing at something you took, looking off into the river, and crouching over vegetation). A polaroid of him in the hotel room, “you better be missing me so damn hard” it captioned. You chuckled, touched by his gift.

You were about to close the envelope until you realized there’s still one item left. You reached in. And you gasped.

A golden bell flower, pressed by hand.

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survivors-of-barovia · 3 years

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DM session recaps: Return to Castle Ravenloft

On their way to Ravenloft, the party managed to meet Ezmerelda and find their fated ally Rudolph Van Richten in one of his secret lairs behind Tser Falls. He was every bit as grumpy and insufferable as they hoped he would be and it was amazing.

In Ravenloft, Strahd welcomed them for a big-ass official looking ceremony in the throne room, congratulating them on their victories and declaring that as a reward for their service, they are now welcome to leave Barovia (fully knowing they DO NOT want to do that); alternatively, they are welcome to stay here as his servants, receiving actual material rewards as well - all they'll have to do is swear their loyalty to him and give him some blood to ensure it, which OF COURSE shouldn't be a problem because they don't plan to betray him, right?

Through some diplomacy, party convinces him to give them 3 days to think about their decision. They have dinner, and as a gesture of "good will" he offers to share some information with them. For him, it's an opportunity to find out what they are looking for in Barovia, as well as what he can use against them. For me, it's an opportunity to share some of my cool homebrew lore with my lore enthusiast players. Everybody wins!

We ended the session with the march of the dead, which I made a much bigger and impressive-looking event that only happens under a full moon and ends with a beacon of screaming tortured souls shooting up to the sky from the highest tower of Ravenloft, while the moon turns red. Strahd invited them to join him on the tower roof to observe it, talking about how they should be grateful for standing here by his side, and not marching down there with all those who ever opposed him. Overall, a pleasant evening!

***

Another important reason for their visit - stealing the tome, which is hidden in a secret compartment underneath Strahd's throne. The party pulled off a successful heist right under Strahd's nose during their stay in the castle, and it only took:

Extensive scouting by their familiars

Strahd being distracted by Ferret who can be VERY distracting

The rest of the party sneaking away from their rooms with high stealth rolls + pass without trace

Dispelling magical wards from the throne and casting silence on the area to avoid making any sound

Paelias turning into a giant ape and lifting up the throne like it's nothing

Some high rolls to put it back exactly like it was and removing all possible traces of them being here

Afterwards, they immediately sent one of their familiars away from the castle to hide the tome in some inconspicuous place in the middle of the woods to come back to it later. Overall, a big success! The compartment under the throne was quite dusty, so maybe it will take a while for Strahd to notice that it's missing. Maybe.

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Ferret's current achievements in Ravenloft:

Drew cute pictures on walls

Asked Strahd to turn into a wolf and then hugged him and called him a good boy

Asked Strahd to gift her one of his black cloaks and then promptly used it to impersonate Strahd sitting in his chair with a glass of wine

Probably inderectly murdered Pidlwick II by telling Strahd he might hurt Ireena

Meanwhile, the rest of the party got drunk and a bit too bold after stealing the tome, so while Ferret was distracting Strahd they went looking for hidden passages and accidentally found the Heart of Sorrow. They stealthed really well though so nobody noticed! Then they found another way upstairs, explored for a bit and peeked through the keyhole in the random door, which ended up being another door to the library. With Strahd still sitting there. They had a minor heart attack and quickly headed back.

After everyone went to bed, Patrina's ghost very theatrically appeared in front of Paelias and tried to do the whole "oh woe is me, I'm just a poor dead elven maiden who wants her soul to be free, please help me stop Strahd" thing but he called bullshit and said he's tired of everyone manipulating him; and oh boy she was PISSED. She used her horrifying visage on him and was like "you don't get it, you need me to defeat Strahd and WILL do as I say, now take my brother and drag your ass to amber temple" before disappearing.

Next morning, the party leaves Ravenloft, ready to spend the next 3 days reading the interactive tome, finding the remaining artifacts and doing everything they can to prepare for their sudden but inevitable betrayal.

#curse of strahd #curse of strahd spoilers #d&d #by: arrenkae #recaps

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“Part 6/Finale - Treasure” Riley Poole x Reader

(A/N: Requested. Ready to go into the treasure room? What treasures lie within? And what treasure will you discover after you make it out?

Thank you so much for the support and love for this series! I love these characters so much. I think I might love Riley Poole more now than I did at the start of writing this series, if that’s possible.

I hope you enjoy this final part!!!

Also, thank you @ivorydragoness44 for proofreading!

Warnings: That pesky sprained ankle. Mentions of all the dangers that our lovable characters went through.

Check out: Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

Word Count: 6,465 words)

“The all-seeing eye.” Ben whispered as he ran a hand over one of the carved-in walls. “‘Through the all-seeing eye.’” The lit torch in his hand illuminated the old art on the wall. A single eye. He brush away at thick layers of dirt and dust.

“That means…” Riley said his thoughts out loud, “by the time lan figures it out and comes back here, we’ll still be trapped, and he’ll shoot us then. Either way, we’re gonna die.”

You gave a light squeeze to Riley’s hand.

Ben looked to all of you with a soft, confident gaze, “Nobody’s gonna die.”

There was a pause.

“There’s another way out.”

Riley all but rushed forward, not letting you go and urged you to move as he asked, “Where?”

“Through the treasure room.”

A push of Ben’s thumb onto the dusty surface and the set-in wall with the all-seeing eye roared to life. Air and rocks moving.

Ben and Riley shared joyous smiles.

Reaching over, Ben handed you the torch to hold before turning back to the wall. Ben started to slide it to the left.

“I got it,” Riley whispered, taking the torch from you and giving a quick glance down at your probably still swollen ankle.

“Here.” Patrick handed Abigail the torch. He went immediately to help his son. In only a few moments, they had gotten the wall to really start moving. Dust and dirt falling from a dark new opening as it revealed itself.

“Riley.” Ben nodded and he was given the torch back. He crossed over the short half wall.

Patrick went next after Abigail gave him back the torch he had been using. Then she went before you as you pulled your hand from Riley’s and bounded over the small obstacle.

It was another enclosed room, larger and no less dusty. Various items were scattered across the floor either broken or covered in cobwebs. Anything left was either a decorative pillar or had held something at a point in time.

On your left sat a trunk long ago opened and emptied.

Abigail let out a short and heavy sigh.

Whatever joy you had when the wall opened had faded.

It was basically an empty room. No treasure. No history from other civilizations. Just dust.

It’s empty.

You looked up to see Ben’s back. The torch out to the side as his shoulders slouched.

Oh, Ben, you thought sadly. All this work.

“Looks like someone got here first.” Riley whispered.

“I’m sorry, Ben.” Abigail said.

“It’s gone.” Ben looked around to the other side of the room before facing away from you all again.

“Listen, Ben…” Patrick said as he slowly walked forward.

“It may have even been gone before Charles Carroll told the story to Thomas Gates.” Ben muttered.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I know. ‘Cause you were right.”

“No, I wasn’t right.” Patrick stated firmly.

You watched on in silence and surprise.

“This room is real, Ben. And that means the treasure is real.” Patrick stood before Ben. “We’re in the company of some of the most brilliant minds in history, because you found what they left behind for us to find and understood the meaning of it. You did it, Ben. For all of us. Your grandfather, and all of us. And I’ve never been so happy to be proven wrong.”

Your eyes started prickling with emotion. It had been a long while since Patrick and Ben had just talked. No arguments. Just honesty and positivity.

If only the disappointment in the air wasn’t so thick.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on a stone surface. Relief rushed to your feet and tender ankle. Riley soon joined you on your right.

“I just…” Ben walked over to lean against a surface. “Really thought I was gonna find the treasure.”

“Okay.” Patrick said, standing tall. “Then we just keep looking for it.”

You smiled.

Abigail took a step or so closer and said, “I’m in.”

“I’ve got time.” You pipped up.

“Okay.” Ben breathed out, looking between all of you.

“Not to be Johnny Rain Cloud here,” Riley spoke up, “but that’s not gonna happen. Because as far as I can see, we’re still trapped down here.”

“Yeah.” Abigail’s eyebrows drew together.

That didn’t settle right with you. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t fit. You couldn’t quite grasp it.

That doesn’t really add up. It’s old enough, you thought as you considered you were at a dead-end.

“Now, Ben, where is this other way out?” Riley asked.

“Well, that’s it.” Ben stood straighter as his voice held his growing confidence. “It doesn’t make any sense, because the first thing the builders would have done after getting down here was cut a secondary shaft back out for air…”

“Right.” Patrick was already back to the right side of the room.

“...and in case of cave-ins.” Ben started to move, heading straight for a decorative wall with Abigail at his heels.

You watched your best friend tentatively. There was no doubt that he could find something. Anything. From what you could see from a distance away, Ben was eyeing and touching discs on a wall. One in particular.

“Could it really be that simple?” Ben muttered and reached into a pocket where he had stashed away the pipe.

You leaned closer to catch his words, practically about to support yourself on Riley’s left thigh just to see what was happening.

“‘The secret lies with Charlotte.’” Ben placed the small decorative ship piece into the section of the wall.

No one else spoke as Ben slotted in the second piece of the pipe and started to rotate the disc counterclockwise. Sounds of stone and mechanisms filling the room softly.

click

Ben then pushed the circular piece in.

WOOSH

Air rushed into the room as a wall started to move at the far side of the room. The fire on the torches becoming a small hazard for a few moments.

Wait. What? It’s…Charlotte was the key more than once? …brilliant.

Riley stood from the stone, eyes fixated to the opposite wall.

You were careful when hoping off of the stone. Your ankle only complaining a little. Not that it could damper your rising spirits.

Everyone was quietly in awe.

Wasting no time, Patrick walked swiftly to the new opening.

With a bright smile and a bounding step, Riley went straight towards the room’s exit.

From the new opening, you stepped through to the right. On either side, walls were decorated with art, their color still visible.

It was like a lucid dream.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stopped beside your friends at the opening. Both your mind and eyes were trying to process and believe what was laid out in the open area. From what you could see from the torches’ light, the room had treasure across every suitably open surface. Glancing around the room, there were statues from Egyptian times, cobweb covered trunks, various sized statues from different cultures, vases, candle holders, trinkets, and world history. You were literally surrounded by history.

Ben finally joined the four of you. Silent. Taking it all in.

Abigail moved first. Her steps taking her farther into the room.

Blinking your senses back, you took gentle steps onward to one of the tables.

Patrick started towards the left.

Riley tentatively started forward.

It was all so much like a dream. Beautiful and everything you could hope to be surprised with after the journey that had to be made to get there.

How long had the treasure all sat there without an eye to look at it nor a hand to touch it? How long since fresh air had circulated through its halls and secret rooms?

Your hands remained at your sides. Treasure and history was right in front of you, however your awe was still overwhelming. Your feet took you to another table, slowly. Still absorbing that you were there.

“Scrolls from the library at Alexandria. Could this be possible?” Abigail whispered from somewhere behind scrolls stacked on shelves.

But…they were burned…destroyed in two different occasions, you thought in wonder. What else was saved? Hidden.

Peeking up, you were just able to see Patrick off at a section where there were suits of armor.

Now, that’s something sleek-looking. What metal alloys are they exactly made from? We need to date this—

Your gaze was caught to something on a table. “No way,” your voice was hushed as your eyes couldn’t pick one place to focus on first. “This doesn’t look entirely Egyptian. How many cultures made similar designs?” You made your way through the various and incredible pieces of history. Afraid to actually touch anything, you settled for looking incredibly close. It was easy to totally ignore the slight ache in your ankle because it was not the time for that.

“It’s a big...bluish-green man, with a strange-looking goatee. I’m guessing that’s significant.” Riley said from somewhere behind you.

He’s so freakin’ cute.

Grinning, you looked to see where Ben had gone to investigate. You hadn’t heard a sound from him. He was at the top of a set of stairs. He sifted his hand through something before lowering the torch.

Fire ignited and roared down between stairs, sectioned into three routes, and sectioned off again and again. Busts, statues, flags, literature, and more were made visible as fire illuminated the rest of the room. A huge room. Years of world history underneath everyone’s noses.

Ben slowly walked over to a railing and you all joined him. Patrick to Ben’s left and Abigail to his right. Dusty pillars with paint chips stood tall at sections of the railing, one of which stood between Abigail and Riley. Your spot was all of the open space beside Riley with a view of possibly thousands of pieces of history.

“Yes!” Patrick cheered, throwing an arm around his son.

You smiled to Abigail as you all but bounced on your feet.

“This is amazing.” You said.

The room extended yards out. Almost every inch of space had to be covered or stacked with some part of history.

“Riley, are you crying?” Abigail asked.

You looked over at your friend. Indeed, his eyes shined with tears.

“Look.” Riley swallowed. “Stairs.” His gaze was fixated to the very far side of the large room, if you could call it simply a room, there were wooden steps leading up to an exit.

Thank goodness, you thought. But I will risk my ankle being slightly more swollen if I can have a little look around before leaving for fresh air. I can take it.

Glancing back to Riley, you wrapped an arm behind Riley’s shoulders and he was quick to tuck himself into your hug.

“We’re getting out of here alive.” You said the first words that had barely went through your mental filter.

He wiped his hands over his eyes, “Yeah.”

“And with extra knowledge.”

Abigail gave you smile.

Hearing Riley sniffle, you added, “Let it out, Riley. Let it out.”

Zigzagging your way through stacks of knowledge and towering statues, the five of you reached the stairs in the fair back. A large statue stood beside it, practically on its way to reach the ceiling. How that statue in particular had gotten down there, you could only have a few educated guesses.

The group of you had carefully gone up the stairs before being greeted by more dust and dirt. Those cobwebs had to be older than all of you.

Traveling through more carved out halls, Ben lead the way with a torch in hand.

“Hey, does anyone still have their cell phone?” Ben asked.

“Hold up,” you spoke up as you reached into your pocket.

“Mine’s dead.” Riley said flatly.

After holding the power button on your phone and the small screen flashed on, you saw just one colorful light spot.

“Geez.” You blinked a few times. Once your phone had turned on, the tiny battery bar was extremely low. “Uh. Maybe you could spare one call?”

“Great. I need to make a call to Agent Sadusky.” Ben explained.

“Alright, here—Really?” You grumbled.

Your cell phone’s screen turned black.

“There goes that idea.” Riley added.

“Eh,” you pocketed your phone.

You only heard Patrick chuckle behind you, though you were certain it wasn’t because of the cell phones. Thrilled by finding treasure perhaps?

“Looks like this is our exit.” Ben announced as he stopped at a dead end where you all would have to crawl again. “Hold this?” He handed Abigail the torch.

The four of you crouched down to watch as Ben kicked and kicked. An exit crumbled open.

Ben coughed as he knelt through the opening to the church.

“Hi. Do you have a cell phone I could borrow?” Ben asked, his head peering out.

. . .

Back inside the church, above ground, the real world trickled back into your thoughts. Breathing felt easier, if only a fraction.

Ben had called the FBI. He had asked to speak with someone called Sadusky and told them you were all at Trinity Church with the Declaration of Independence.

After he had gotten off of the phone, Ben reassured you all not to worry and that he would handle it. What ever might happen, it was his doing.

The five of you were accompanied by quiet FBI agents at the back doors and in a row of seating.

An air of uncertainty hung around the group of you.

Who you assumed to be the agent Sadusky walked down the aisle with a hand in his pocket. Ben sat at the small set of steps at the alter waiting.

You silently made your way into one of the back rows, eyes on Ben. Riley, Abigail, and Patrick filed in after you as eyes were on Ben handing the Declaration to the man. Your futures on the line.

Clenched fingers rested on your knees. Your heart rate raising once again.

Would they take Ben back with them? You thought sadly. Would they take us too?

The two men stood in front of one another. Without a word or moment of hesitation, Ben handed over the Declaration of Independence in its cylinder.

“Just like that?” Agent Sadusky asked.

“Just like that.” Ben answered.

“You do know you just handed me your biggest bargaining chip?” He lifted up the cylinder for emphasis.

“The Declaration of Independence is not a bargaining chip. Not to me.”

“Have a seat.”

You swallowed, trying to hide your nerves. To steel them because none of you knew how it would turn out. Were you all in deep trouble still? It was all so complicated.

“So what’s your offer?” Agent Sadusky asked, sitting on the steps beside Ben.

“Oh…How about a bribe? Say...ten billion dollars?” Ben said nonchalantly.

“I take it you found the treasure?” He sounded a hint impressed.

“It’s about five stories beneath your shoes.” Ben gestured.

“Hm. You know, the Templars and the Freemasons believed that the treasure was too great for any one man to have, not even a king. That’s why they went to such lengths to keep it hidden.”

“That’s right.” Ben was looking at the man, really looking. Learning about the agent through each word spoken. “The Founding Fathers believed the same thing about government. I figure their solution will work for the treasure too.”

“Give it to the people.”

“Divide it amongst the Smithsonian, the Louvre, the Cairo museum…There’s thousands of years of world history down there. And it belongs to the world, and everybody in it.” Ben stated in a mixture of awe and passion.

“You really don’t understand the concept of a bargaining chip.” The agent teased lightheartedly.

You smiled, absentmindedly rubbing under your eye. Beside you, Riley had lowered his head with a pleasant grin on his face.

“Okay, here’s what I want.” Ben said more firmly. “Doctor Chase gets off completely clean, not even a little Post-it on her service record.”

“Okay.”

“I want the credit for the find to go to the entire Gates family, with the assistance of Mr. Riley Poole and (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

Whoa.

“And what about you?” Agent Sadusky asked.

“I’d really love not to go to prison. I can’t even begin to describe how much I would love not to go to prison.” Ben’s gaze had set elsewhere, far away.

“Someone’s got to go to prison, Ben.”

Well how about the guy who locked us in The Charlotte and left us for dead! You thought, still incredibly bitter and for a good reason.

“Well, if you’ve got a helicopter, I think I can help with that.” Ben smiled.

Did Ben say what I think he said? Oh, please. Please.

. . .

Safety and ease had never felt as good as it did then. You and Riley were sitting in your apartment. Quiet and ears still trained for any unknown sound.

You had been promised that it was alright to go. It was better to be safe than sorry and freaking out later.

The both of you had been cautious as you had ventured farther into the place. Eyes darting to each corner and checking each room. To say that you two had been through a lot would be over simplifying.

You about leaped out of your skin when your phone rang. Pulse up, you hurried over to where your phone and Riley’s were charging by the wall. Holding up the phone you read the caller ID: Ben

“Hello?” You answered after flipping your phone open.

“Hey. You two alright?” Ben asked over the phone.

“Yeah. Still jumpy though. My apartment’s fine. Nothing moved. You?”

Riley had rushed up beside you, ear leveled to your phone.

“They got Ian.” Ben’s words sent a wave of relief through you.

“Thank you,” Riley sighed.

“They got Powell and the others too.” Ben added.

“Hey, let us know when you’re back.” Riley spoke into the phone as you held it between you.

“I will. It’ll probably be pretty late though.”

“Doesn’t matter. Just call one of us at least.” You said.

“I will. It’s late, you two should sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you and Riley said in unison.

“Bye.”

You ended the phone call.

“It’s over,” Riley said. The disbelief still waving over him.

“Yeah. It’s kind of weird.”

He rose an eyebrow.

“It’s almost like it didn’t happen.” You clarified.

“But it did. And I’m going to have a hard time forgetting any of it.”

You put your phone back down and headed back to the couch. Reaching over to the table, you grabbed the ice pack and set it back onto your ankle once you were settled. You took over most of the couch, Riley had to make sure not to accidentally bump your foot as he sat on the far cushion.

Had you missed your couch? Considering the amount of running around and sleeping in a car, yes.

Sighing, you stretched out on the couch a little more.

“Does it still bother you?” Riley asked.

“Hmm?”

“Your ankle.”

“A little, not much. I just want it healed up.” You said before letting out a yawn.

Riley nodded. His eyes focusing elsewhere.

“They didn’t…Ian didn’t hurt you when they took you, did he?” Riley asked, eyes meeting yours.

“They didn’t try anything.” You reassured him. “I’ve known them for a handful of years, so…I figured out how to get what I needed and make them uncomfortable. Just enough.”

He scrunched up his face, “How? I mean…wait, when we got to the church you were wearing different clothes.”

“You’d be surprised how logical, persuasive, and slightly annoying I can be.”

“You being logical isn’t a surprise,” Riley chuckled. He scooted further into the comforts of the couch. “Especially if it gets you out of something.”

You smiled.

Stretched out on the couch, safe in your apartment with everything in its place, you closed your eyes. Your friends were alright and free to go about their lives, especially after Ben telling the FBI where Ian would be. Soon Ben would be able to relax as well. Ben knew that Riley was with you, both of you mildly paranoid after everything that had happened since finding The Charlotte. Hence why you had about leaped six feet into the air when your phone rang earlier.

You were finally able to relax knowing that Ben was on his way home.

No radio was on. No television set to disrupt the silence. An empty pizza box was still sitting on the counter in the kitchen from hours earlier. You had elected to throw it out later. The two of you had basically inhaled the pizza no sooner it had arrived. It was the best pizza you had eaten in a long while.

The apartment was quiet in the late hours of the day and held only familiarity. It was a wonder that neither you nor Riley had fallen asleep yet.

Maybe I had one slice too many, you thought.

Still being slightly full from pizza was a dilemma you were willing to put up with. Also being glad that all danger had passed, none of you were going to prison, you were alive, and the treasure was beyond what you imagined.

Everything turned out fine.

You rolled your foot, testing for soreness. Icing your ankle was one of the best things that had happened to you in at least a week.

“It’s been about twenty minutes,” Riley murmured. “I think you can take the ice off again.”

You made a small noise in your throat, but made no effort to move.

What was another two minutes? Or five?

Ben had yet to call. You and Riley were both close to dozing off on the couch.

Quiet and unmoving. Calm and security.

Your breathing evened out, becoming deeper.

The last thing you remembered before going to sleep was Riley unfolding a throw blanket and a comforting warmth enveloping you.

. . .

Three months later.

The last three months had been vastly different and almost dreamlike. Firstly, your ankle was fine after a few days. Secondly, the names Gates, Poole, and (Y/L/N) were populating the historical society. Then as time went, you no longer lived in an apartment complex with paper thin walls, you had money investing, you lived where you could actually hang shelves on the walls, you were more involved in the historical community, and you were even happier than you could ever recall.

On a similar spectrum, Ben and Abigail had finally chosen a home together. Their relationship had become quite serious over the past couple of months.

Walking along the grass, the couple led you and Riley out in the yard as a last look around before you and Riley were to leave. Greens all around you, from the grass to the trees. Fallen leaves scattered across the lawn. Between leaving their house tour and strolling through the yard, Riley had received a call.

“Yeah. You got it, chief. Thank you. Bye.” Riley said before pocketing his phone.

You looked over expectantly.

“They want us in Cairo next week for the opening of the exhibit. They’re sending a private jet.” Riley said.

“That’s fun.” Abigail smiled.

“Yeah, big whoop.” Riley pulled at his jacket and turned to Ben. “We could have had a whole fleet of private jets. Ten percent, Ben. They offered you ten percent and you turned it down.” He was clearly slightly bitter and upset about the arrangement still.

“Riley, we’ve been over this. It was too much. I couldn’t accept it.” Ben said softly.

Riley leaned closer, showcasing his right index finger.

“I still have this splinter that’s been festering for three months from an old piece of wood.”

“Okay,” Ben stopped and the rest of you did as well. “I’ll tell you what. Next time we find a treasure that redefines history for all mankind, you make the call on the finder’s fee.” Both Ben and Abigail smiled.

“That’s not as funny.” Riley looked between the pair. “What do you care? You got the girl.” Riley turned his head to Abigail.

His tone deflated you. You kept your sights on the couple.

“It’s true.” She said happily.

“It’s true.” Ben wrapped an arm around Abigail and pulled her in for a kiss.

You smiled and shuffled a foot.

Once they parted from their display of affection, they grinned at their friend.

“Rub it in.” Riley started walking the short distance to his red sports car. “Enjoy your spoils…”

Ben sent you a friendly wink and a head nod towards Riley, who was stepping up to his car.

You gave a wary expression to which Abigail gestured with her hands for you to get moving.

My life, you thought and looked to the sky briefly.

Riley hopped into his car and continued his miniature rant, “While I sit on one percent. One stinkin’ percent. Half of one percent, actually.”

You climbed into the passenger’s seat and buckled up.

“One percent. Unbelievable.” He muttered beside you.

“I’m sorry for your suffering, Riley.” Ben said as he leaned on the car.

“For the record,” Riley looked over, “Ben, I like the house.”

Riley put on his sunglasses.

“You know,” Ben stood straight and his hands started gesturing happily, “I chose this estate because in 1812 Charles Carroll met…”

“Yeah, someone that did something in history and had fun. Great. Wonderful.” Riley said sarcastically as he started the car.

You grinned over at Ben and Abigail, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Could have had a bigger house.” Riley started driving off.

So dramatic, you thought as you waved to both Abigail and Ben.

As Riley turned along the graveled driveway, he ran over green grass. The gears of the car crunching.

“Riley.”

“I got it. I got it.”

Adjusting back onto the driveway, Riley gassed it. The engine roaring perfectly.

An easy smile pulled on your lips.

He totally loves this car.

In the car, on the road back to your house, you switched to another radio station. The volume relatively low even with the wind rushing passed.

There was something on your mind that you knew you had to ask. A few things actually. It was one that was starting to nag you, but only because you didn’t ask earlier.

You looked over to Riley and placed a gentle hand on his jacket sleeve.

“Is that suede?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice. It looks good.” You returned your hand to your lap.

“Thank you.”

The car continued down the long stretch of road, trees seeming to blur on the far sides.

“You know,” you started, “Your finger is fine.”

“Wha—.”

“I gave you Neosporin and then the next day I even used Vicks. I checked it with a magnifying glass. You’re fine.” You laughed.

“It’s festering!” Riley complained before a grin appeared on his face as he kept his eyes on the road.

The little stinker! You thought as you laughed again. It felt good. The laughing and spending time with Riley. It felt natural.

You thought back to the past three months where there had literally been an entire phone call that Ben dedicated to telling you all the reasons why you should ask Riley on a date or flat out confess or show your feelings.

“We have been shot at, escaped an exploding ship, chased, threatened, and forced into unfavorable conditions. You can tell Riley how you feel about him.” Ben reasoned over the phone.

“I can’t do th—.”

“Yes, you can. You care about him, don’t you?”

“Yes. He’s my friend, I wouldn’t want—.”

“Then you can tell him. I know you can. Take the chance, (Y/N). It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

“If anything bad or negative happens I’m gonna blame you or just complain. Every phone call.”

“Fine. Just tell Riley how you feel.”

Could you though? That was the question.

Would it be worth it? If it doesn’t turn out…right, you thought. What if I’m literally just a friend to him? Nothing more or added? Yeah, Ben would be giving me a hard look right now for thinking that, wouldn’t he?

What would Riley do if he knew what you were thinking? You weren’t sure.

Without a doubt you knew that Riley was good and helpful. One of the most genuinely friendly people you had ever had the pleasure of knowing. Riley was fun and willing to lend a hand when asked. He had helped you with your computer more than once. Just little things. It might not have been much of a hassle for him, but you really appreciated him. You had movie nights together when Riley wasn’t interested in one of Ian’s poker game nights. Riley always brought over a different snack and favored not having to share with a large group. He never hounded you with questions when you’d show him the basics on how to package art in order to ship it. There was a day when Riley let you hang out in his van when someone you met at a networking event wanted to pick you up for lunch. Then looking for the treasure and what that entailed. You weren’t sure what you wouldn’t do for that man.

Riley had even helped you move in to your new place. He still brought up about your easel that pinched his fingers and fell on his foot. It was never entirely a serious comment, always followed by a small smile from him. Which incidentally was brought up on the ride to Abigail and Ben’s house.

If you were actually going to tell Riley how you felt about him then you dearly hoped all those times that felt like you two were flirting were actual flirting moments. It had definitely felt like it at those times or afterwards when you thought about it. Sometimes you were too in the moment to tell.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?” You glanced over to see Riley looking at you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m good.”

“Okay,” he returned his sights to the road.

You’re fairly certain Riley wasn’t convinced.

. . .

Soon your home came into view and Riley pulled the car up to the front. Parking the car, Riley turned to you reflexively.

“Would you like to come inside for a bit?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Yeah. Sure. Could use the not-chosen-specifically-for-historical-reasons scenery.”

You barked a laugh and both of you jumped out of the car. Honestly, you didn’t think he ever used the doors. It made you feel like a tv action hero anyway.

Unlocking the door, you walked inside before stepping aside to let Riley in before closing the door.

“You want something to drink?” You asked as you took off your shoes.

“Yeah. Whatever you have is fine.”

With a smile you headed towards the kitchen, setting your keys and such on a side table. It was good to be home. A place that was actually your own. No worries about neighbors upstairs or downstairs. Added that you could hang whatever you wanted on the walls. Historical art and artifacts included.

Reaching the kitchen, you stood at the sink after you grabbed two drinking glasses.

The sound of feet padding across the floor alerted you to Riley walking in.

“So…how’s that friend of yours?” Riley tone had a slight weight to it. “The one who got you into the Gala?”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly and handed Riley a glass of water. “They’re fine. Nothing really new to report. Although, I think they even told their mom what happened—the treasure. Well…I mean, I didn’t tell them everything. Obviously.”

“Are you going to invite them to go to Cairo?” He leaned on the counter.

“No.”

His eyebrows rose for a split second.

“I hadn’t even thought about it.” You cringed and added, “I wouldn’t be obligated to do that right? We’re friends, but I don’t want to invite them to everything.”

“N-no. You could, uh, you could bring them back a souvenir instead.” Riley suggested.

“That sounds like the safer way to go.”

As quiet settled, you drank some water.

I’m sure my friend will expect something else to happen if I invite them. You thought. All considering last time and I know they were questioned.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy being with your other friend, it was just that they weren’t the type of person you would feel comfortable with on a trip. They were someone you only really saw in professional or business type settings and not going to the movies with. You liked them, but you did not want to worry about giving them a certain amount of attention while in Cairo. There were things you wanted to experience freely. No awkward conversations. Added that you didn’t want to say everything you did while protecting the Declaration of Independence. There were certain things you only wanted to do with your close best friends.

“Do you think we’ll be able to go on some tours while we’re there?” You asked abruptly.

“If we arrange for some, sure. But you know if you mention it to Ben, we’ll be signed up for every tour.”

“No harm in that.”

“As long as we don’t go into any more tombs.”

“Oh, no, no, no. We don’t know what sort of technology-magic was used back then. I’m not getting cursed. Thank you.”

Riley smiled over the rim of the glass.

“Hey, you watched The Mummy.” You gestured with your glass.

“We watched The Mummy last year on one of our movie nights.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He smirked before saying, “You were researching Egyptian history for a month. You kept telling Ben that there could be some Egyptian history in the treasure because of their ships.”

“And?” You looked at him expectantly.

“And…I saw the treasure too.”

“Um-hm.”

Shaking his head, he smiled while looking into the glass of water.

You sort of just watched him.

Admiring, not being creepy. You peered away to the counter.

A sudden thought struck you: Now with the treasure found, how often would you see your friends?

Ben and Abigail had their privacy and work. Riley started mentioning how he wanted to write something. Sure, friends needed to be on their own paths, I know that. But…can I have more? Am I allowed more?

You could practically see Ben’s face raising an eyebrow.

Oh, crap. Your stomach twitched into knots. This is it, isn’t it?

Raising the rim of the glass to your lips, you practically drank the rest of the water. Stalling was something you weren’t against. But how long could you do it for?

“Okay,” you said quietly. Eyes trained on the counter for a bit longer even as you felt Riley’s eyes on you. You set the drinking glass down.

I can do this. You got this. Just blurt it out. If anything, I can go hide in a room or call Ben later.

“I’m just gonna lay everything out there,” you took a couple of breathes. Then you made eye contact with Riley’s blue eyes. “I think we have something. I’m pretty sure…yeah?” Your arms hung loosely at your sides. You were unsure, hopeful, and scared.

The silence that followed frightened you and disheartened you to no end.

“Yeah.” Riley said softly.

“Yeah? Oh. Good—I mean, okay.” Weight lifted from you shoulders, but you practically sank to the countertop. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, a wide smile gracing his features. “You like me.”

“Yeah.” You heavily emphasized the word.

Those deep blue eyes stared back at you like there were sparklers somewhere within them. He hardly moved.

Is this seriously happening? Am I breathing? He looks so happy.

Your heart could have melted right there at the sight of him.

Glass of water on the counter and quite frankly forgotten, Riley continued looking at you. Questions and comments no doubt flying through his mind every second before he could voice them.

“What…what do we do now?” You asked, grinning. Watching him curiously, attentively, you found Riley to be contemplating. You waited.

A crease formed between his brows if only for a few moments. In a couple of steps he had walked up to you. Blue eyes focused intently on your face, each little movement of yours. His hand reached up and rested on your cheek causing your heart to jolt into a faster pace.

Your thoughts seemed to blank. Only visuals and emotions being read thoroughly. You leaned into his touch as your eyes slowly flickered to his lips.

Before you could check his expression, Riley kissed you. Soft yet firm. There was a hand resting on your side and his other lightly on your cheek. Other than that you had no clue what was happening aside from Riley’s lips on yours.

All too soon he pulled out of the kiss with an extra sparkle in his eyes. You both stood there smiling at one another.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Riley breathed out. His thumb caressed your skin. “Huh. Guess I should have believed Ben.”

“Glad I finally did.”

A small crease reappeared between his brows.

“Wait, how long had he been telling you to say something?” Riley asked.

You looked away in thought before answering, “Maybe a few months. Maybe longer. By this point it’s probably been a year. He’s been telling you too?” You let out a laugh.

Unbelievable.

“A year?” Riley looked to you then around the kitchen searching for more words.

Suppressing a grin, you pulled him in by his suede jacket for another kiss. Your hands immediately seeking for the nape of his neck where his brown hair always looked the softest. You weren’t disappointed. It felt silkier than his jacket.

“A year?” Riley asked again when you parted.

“I’ve liked you for more than a year though.”

His eyes widened a fraction.

Fingers playing in his hair, you smiled.

“I just thought…I thought since you were nice to everyone that you just saw me as a friend.” He stated.

“I still see you as a friend. I just happen to really like you.”

“But I can ask you out now?”

“Do you want me to ask you out instead?” You smiled widely.

“No.” He said quickly. “It’s fine. You could, but I can do it. You can too. We can do it—date. Good Lord.” Riley dropped his forehead on your shoulder for a few moments.

You pecked a kiss to his ear. “Pick the time and place,” you encouraged. “When’s our first date?”

After a moment, he picked his head up with a twinkle in his eyes and asked, “Why not now?”

~~~~~

(That concludes Part Six - Treasure and the series. I hope you enjoyed it! Hey, I actually wrote an insert reader that went through a whole movie! WOO! I think I have a bigger crush on Riley Poole now… That’s fine. I really, truly want to thank you again for your comments and love for this series. Also thank you for letting me know that you wanted Riley and the Reader to be together by the end. I was second guessing myself a lot about that decision and I’m glad I asked.

MUCH LOVE!

Lastly . . . I think through writing this I made myself bitter about what happened to Ben and Riley on The Charlotte. Can you tell by what the Reader had been thinking? I mean they were locked in the cargo hold! Anyway. I love you! Let’s hope for a fantastic third movie!

If you love my writings and want to support me, I have a Ko-Fi where you can buy me a coffee. I would be eternally grateful. coffee

Best wishes and happy reading.)

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princessofwoodsbeyond1 · 3 years

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Camelot Headcannons

Hi! @bettys_red_lollipop on instagram is having a fun contest, so this post is for that! One of the topics is kingdoms of woods beyond, so I thought it would be fun to think of some Camelot headcannons! I hope you enjoy!

- so first, I’ve always imagined the castle to be made out of white stone and lots of gold

- When it was made, they were very rich so it was really shiny and fancy

- but now, Camelot has run out of money and all of the gold is very old and tarnished

- it still looks fancy, just not well taken care of

- I feel like the castle is very big with lots of rooms that haven’t been used for a while, so all the furniture is covered in sheets and it’s really dusty

- When Tedros was little, he liked to play hide-and-seek in these with Lancelot and the staff

- When he didn’t want to be found at all, he would hide there and Lance would be the only one that could find him

- When Camelot finally got more money, Tedros and Agatha renovated most of the rooms so they have a bit of both of them in the decorations

- Every weekend, they open up the grand hall and listen to people’s complaints and try to fix them

- The royal Camelot couple is committed to helping their people

- I’ve always imagined that Camelot has a lot of little villages around the land, with each one having its own community, but most of them are pretty similar

- There’s one main town near the castle, and this one is a little larger

- Most of the houses are on the outskirts, and they are mostly medieval, small cottages

- The middle of the town has a big market and lots of shops

- Sometimes, Agatha and Tedros walk around this market area and buy things and see what’s going on in their kingdom

- Tedros likes to show Agatha all the spots he liked when he was a kid, and he gets super excited

- She pretends that she’s tired of it, but she secretly thinks it’s cute

- According to the Quest Map in my copy of QFG, Camelot is right by the ocean, so they get a lot of fish and stuff from there

- They also neighbor Foxwood, so they have lots of alliances with them

- Overall, Camelot is improving under Tedros and Agatha’s rule, but they still have a lot of work to do

Thanks for reading! This kind of turned into a Tagatha post, but they live in Camelot, so I say it counts. I hope you enjoyed!

Also, I drew the castle, and I thought it was pretty cool, so I thought I’d share it!

#school for good and evil #the school for good and evil #agatha of woods beyond #tedros of camelot #tagatha #camelot #mine

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Sebastian Stan - Sinful Things

Move to Pollark they said, it’s a great little town they said. Well that was a load of shit. It was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable and I was beyond miserable. I was used to cold, rainy London where people didn’t talk to each other and the biggest drama was whether I was going to miss the tube or not. Driving here was a nightmare too.

It was Sunday, just having gone midday when my care began to splutter along the old road just outside town.

“Don’t do this...” I warned as the car jerked before completely dying. I managed to steer it to the side of the road before I got out. “Piece is shit...” I muttered as I opened the bonnet and peered inside.

A truck reving in the distance caught my attention, but I quickly looked back down at the problem at hand. I ignored as the truck pulled up behind me, I ignored the handsome man walking towards me and I definitely ignored his muscles.

“Everything okay, darlin?” His voice was silky smooth and deeper than the ocean.

“Yep, thanks.” I shortly said before hitting a part of the engine that looked out of place.

He chuckled before scratching his head. “Really? Cos you don’t look too good.”

“Honestly...” I fiddled with the oil cap. “I’m doing just fine.”

“Okay...well...I’ll be on my way then.” He quipped before walking back to his truck. He drove past, slowing down as he drove away. “And it’s probably your radiator that’s died.” Was the last thing he uttered before driving away.

I rolled my eyes and set to work.

Hours. I’ve been here bloody hours. The car wasn’t budging, I’d even tried pushing it. My phone had no signal and about half an hour ago ran out of battery completely. Other than walking in a random direction in hopes of finding somewhere, I was stuck. Laying on the roof of my car I stared up at the sky hoping someone would drive past.

My ears perked, a car. Yes, a car! I scrambled off the roof and waved my arms to catch the drivers attention. The same truck from hours ago.

“You gotta be kidding me.” I groaned as the car came to a stop and the same man climbed out, only a smug smirk was plastered on his face.

“Well well well, who do we have here?” He quipped.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah yeah, can you help me?”

He chuckled and nodded. “What with?”

“Can you drive me back to my place? Or give me your phone to call a tow?” I asked.

“No can do.” He leant against my car.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I only have enough gas to get back to my place, about ten minutes from here, and I don’t have a phone.” He answered back.

“You don’t have a phone?” I crossed my arms.

“No ma’am,” he sighed. “I’m an in the moment guy. If you got something worth sayin, well you can say it to my face.” He gave me a toothy smile.

I groaned. “Do you have a home phone?”

“Sure do.”

“Well can you drive me to yours so I can use that phone to call someone?” I asked.

He thought for a moment before nodding. “Hop in, darlin.”

I grabbed my purse from my car and climbed into his beat up truck, securing the seatbelt around my middle. He smiled at me before starting his car and pulling away.

“I’m Sebastian by the way.” He told.

“Y/N.”

“So what accent is that?” He asked.

“British.” I shorty replied.

“What’s a British girl doing out here?” He asked, making a few turns to go down a dirt path.

“I wanted somewhere new, and my family had been here before years ago so I moved here a few months ago.” I explained.

He shuffled in his seat. “How you finding it?”

I rest my head against the window. “Awful.” I grumbled.

He laughed a little but stayed silent. We pulled up to a large white farm house, chickens scurrying away from the moving car. There looked to be a small salvage yard and acres of land, small clusters of trees littering the field. He turned off the car and got out, beckoning me to follow him. He led me into the house, telling me shortly of the history of his place.

“Phone is in there,” he pointed to the kitchen. “Tow companies number is beside it.”

“Thanks.” I grumbled before heading into the kitchen. Dialing the number, a buzzing came from Sebastians pocket. He pulled out a sleek iPhone, answering it.

“Stan Salvage and Tow Company, how can I help you?” He smirked at me.

I slammed the phone down. “You had a mobile this entire time?” I seethed.

“No,” he drew out. “I had a works phone, a cell phone is for personal use.” He smartly said.

I huffed. “Well, Sebastian, you can help me by going to get my car, fix it for free because of this mess you’ve got me into, and then drive me back to my place.” I shortly said.

I approached him sternly, peering up at him. His arms crossed, brushing against my chest. “You know, you’re real cute when you’re mad.” He smirked.

“Now.” I ignored his statement.

He raised his hands. “Okay fine, gimme your keys.” I rummaged through my purse and handed him my car keys. “I’ll be back in half an hour, make yourself at home.”

After mooching round his house while he was out, the heavens opened just as he stepped through the door. “Can you drive me home now?”

“No can do.” He plopped down on the beaten up couch.

“What? Why?” I frowned.

“It’s raining.” He turned on the TV.

I snatched the remote from him and turned it off. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

He stood and took the remote from me. “It’s dusty round here, which gets all in the engine, so when it rains that clogs up the engine and it doesn’t drive.” He snarled before turning the TV back on and sitting back down.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked.

“I dunno...” he shrugged. “Make dinner?”

My mouth fell on the floor. “You know, you’re a bastard. A cocky, arrogant, self intitled bastard.” He simply smiled at me. “I don’t need this.”

I stormed out the house, picking up my purse and walking into the rain. Sebastian followed behind me.

“It was a joke! I’ll make dinner.” He called after me. “Come back into the house, you’ll catch your death out here!”

“Go away!” I yelled back, brushing my damp hair out of my eyes.

“No! I’m not gonna let some young, pretty girl walk around when it’s getting dark-alone!” He yelled behind me.

“As opposed to staying in a guys house I met an hour ago!” I quipped back.

“Technically we met five hours ago.” He corrected me. I didn’t respond. We reached the end of his dirt track, and I peered down either side of the road. “Where you gonna go now, huh? Now can you stop making a point and come back inside.”

“No.” I turned left, walking on the muddy grass to stay off the road. “Leave me alone.” I snapped.

“For fucks sake, has anyone told you how stubborn you are? The fucking British, always coming in and thinking they know what’s best when in reality, they know nothing!” He insulted.

“I’d rather be that then some dumb American who thinks he can pick up random girls and have it his way!”

He scoffed. “I don’t mean to insult you princess, but you really aren’t-fuck!”

I screamed as I slipped on some mud and fell against the road, scraping my knee as I went down. I rolled over and looked down, blood seeping out my scrape.

“Ow! See what you did!” I yelled, dabbing at it.

Sebastian knelt down and cupped the back of my knee. The rain was streaming down his face as he looked at me. “I’m gonna have to clean you up now!” He quipped.

He stood up and leant down, scooping my up in his arms bridal style. “I can walk you know.” I said back.

“Obviously not.” He huffed before making his way back to his house.

He opened the door with his elbow, placing me down safely before turning to close it properly. I limbed over to the couch and sat down, leaning over to survey my knee. Sebastian walked into the kitchen, coming back out with a small medical kit under his arm. He sat on the coffee table in front of me and wiped the blood from my knee before grabbing a fresh cloth and pressing it hard against my knee to stop the bleeding.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.” He replied. “And I’m sorry about being...mean.”

I chuckled. “Me too.”

He gently pulled back the cloth and smiled. “Stopped bleeding, now go shower, upstairs on the right.” He told me. I nodded and scaled up the stairs. Half way through my shower Sebastian knocked on the door and came in. “I brought you a shirt of mine and some sweatpants.”

“Thank you!” I sang through the curtain, waiting till Sebastian was out the room before I shut off the water and quickly got dressed.

Walking down I found Sebastian in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar. “What you cooking?” I asked.

“Steak, potatoes and vegetables.” He listed off. “For both of us.”

I nodded and smiled. “Nice, thank you.” I watched his back muscles ripple as he prepared the meal. “And, I do want to properly apologise for earlier. You were being nice and I totally...shit on it...so I’m sorry.”

He peered over his shoulder before chuckling. “It’s fine, you had a bad day, I get it.”

“Still...” I murmured.

“Go sit and watch TV, rest that knee of yours.” He told me, to which I obliged.

Half an hour later and half an hour into a documentary about the domestication of dogs, Sebastian came out with two plates piled with food and cutlery.

He sat down and passed me the plate, grabbing a pillow and resting it under his plate on his lap. “What are we watching?”

“A documentary about the domestication of dogs.” I turned my nose up.

“Um...interesting.” He laughed. He leant over and turned it off. “Tell me about you.”

We spoke for hours, laughing and joking along with telling many stories from our childhood. After finishing a story of how I ended up swimming in the Ricer Themes on a night out, Seb looked at me.

“What are you really doing in Louisiana?” He grabbed my empty plate and placed it on the coffee table.

I shrugged. “Oh you know, the classic heartbreak, needed space story.” I shortly said.

“Was he...special?” He asked.

“Well...I thought so, for a while, but he had wandering eyes, if you know what I mean.” I sniffed.

“I’m sorry, guys can be shit.” He awkwardly said.

We sat in silence for a moment, the rain filling the void. “What about you though, a girlfriend I should know about?” I joked.

He laughed and shook his head. “No girlfriend, not many single ladies around here.”

“Single guys?” I raised an eyebrow.

He puffed out some air. “You know...I’ve never tried.” He joked back.

“Maybe give it a shot.” I winked.

He cleared his throat. “So are you...you know, looking?”

I lulled my head over to him. “Not actively, but if I were to stumble across someone I wouldn’t say no.” I explained. “You?”

“I’m a man. I’m desperately looking.” I laughed at his statement. “What’s your type then?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, I don’t really have one. Smart, funny, you know.” He nodded. “You?”

“Shorter than me, but otherwise I don’t really care. Same as you really.” The sun had set long ago and we sat in darkness. “I’m gonna turn on some lights.

Sebastian walked around the room and turned on small lamps, lighting the room in a soft orange glow. I was too busy arguing with him to realise just how handsome he was. How his long, dark, shaggy hair covered his sculpted face. His cheekbones were deep, his jaw cutting and his eyes a piercing blue. He was tall, easily six foot, with a broad and muscular body. He was sweet, when he wasn’t arrogant, and he did make me laugh. Oddly, for a stranger, I felt safe around him.

He informed me he was going to shower and change. I took the time to wash up, cleaning the mess he’d made but putting nothing away as I didn’t know where anything was. Sebastian had put my phone on charge, and I had a small amount of signal here. I didn’t have any messages, but I noted my location on maps and sent the address to my mum, just in case.

“So I’ve done up the spare room for you, I’ll dry your clothes and everything tomorrow.” Sebastian said. “I won’t kill you during the night, promise.” He joked.

“Only a murderer would say that.” I joked back.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” He followed me up the stairs, directing me to a large double bed room. “Extra blankets are under the bed, and my room is just across the hall.”

He lingered in the hallway. “Thanks for this, really.” I smiled shyly.

I went over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek warmly. His arms wrapped around my middle. We parted a little, bodies still close as his nose brushed against mine.

“Goodnight.” He whispered.

My breath deepened. “Night.”

He awkwardly coughed before retreating to his room and slamming the door shut. I closed my door gently and crawled in to bed, dreaming of the man across the hall.

It was pitch black out when I felt my bed dip by my side. I opened my eyes slowly, peering out the window above my head to see a bright clear moon, it had stopped raining. I looked to my side to see Sebastian sat near me, and I instantly shot up.

“I’m not killing you!” He defended, standing up and backing away.

“What the fuck were you doing in here?” I huffed, pulling the covers closer to my naked body.

“I-I had a dream about you and I came in here to see if you were awake!” He explained.

“Oh...well...is everything okay?” I asked, relaxing a bit.

He sat back down. “Yeah...” he whispered.

“What did you dream about?” The tension in the room shifted.

“You and me...in here...” he slowly shifted forward.

My breath hitched. “What were we doing?” I asked.

His forehead pressed against mine. “Sinful things.” He growled. “I can show you, if you let me.” His hand snaked under the duvet, feeling my bare knee. “Do you want me to show you?”

I fisted the blanket. “Please.”

Instantly he pinned me down, sponging wet kisses along my neck. I attempted to free my wrists from his constraint, but he pushed me deeper into the mattress. His hips began to rut through the duvet, gently pushing into me. The rough covers deliciously rubbed against my bare pussy, causing a high pitch squeak to erupt out my throat.

“You sure you want this?” He whispered into my ear, freeing my hands.

My fingers weaved into his long hair. “Yes.” I muttered against his lips.

His beard scratched against my lips as he kissed me, tongue forcing its way into my mouth as it dominated mine. His hands quickly shed the covers off the bed and onto the floor, parting our lips momentarily to remove his t shirt. My hands felt over his hot, sticky skin as his eyes bore down at my naked body.

“Sleep naked?” I shyly nodded. “That’s my good girl.” My legs twisted at his words.

His lips painted kisses across the plain of my chest, moving down to capture my nipple between his teeth. I jumped as he gently nibbled, soothing over with his tongue before gently sucking. He tweaked my other nipple with his collaused fingers, his other hand squeezing my hip harshly. He slowly moved down my body, kissing over my stomach and pelvic bone.

He came face to face with my weeping pussy, kissing absentmindedly across my thighs. “Please Sebastian.” I whined out.

He chuckled darkly. “Call me daddy.” His tongue immediately delved into me as he uttered those words, causing a scream to fall from my lips. He pried my thighs open, zig zagging up until he found my clit. His plump lips wrapped around me, sucking twice before flicking it continuously with his tongue. I attempted to clamp my legs shut but his strength over powered mine. “God, so sweet.”

“Daddy!” I muled out, running my hands through his hair.

His thick fingers teased my entrance before slowly wiggling in, his tongue slowly lapping at my clit. “Taste so good princess, so good for daddy.” He hummed against me, watching his fingers sink into me. “Jesus sweetheart, you’re so tight, how are you this tight?”

He fingers slowly retracted before sinking in again, his tongue going back to flick against my clit. Soft, continuous moans fell from my lips as I fisted the sheets next to me, arching my back off the mattress. He added a third finger, stretching me out in the most wonderful way. His eyes peered up at me, watching my reaction as he played with me.

“I’m gonna-oh! I’m gonna cum, daddy.” I cried out. My moans turned into screams as he rammed into fingers into me, his mouth harshly sucking my clit as he forced an orgasm out of me. My legs shook around his head as he continued to lap against me, my hands having to force his head away. “Daddy, daddy...daddy.” I chanted out softly, feeling his lips kiss up my body.

His lips sponged to mine shortly before he spread my legs again and teasingly ran his tip across my pussy. “This cunt ready for daddy’s cock?” He taunted. “Can my little princess handle daddy’s thick cock?”

My small hands cupped his face. “Please fill me up daddy, I wanna hurt.” His eyes nearly buldged out his head.

“Say something else princess, use that filthy mouth of yours.” He begged.

My eyes locked onto his. “I want daddy to fill me up with his cum, I want daddy to force me to take his cock, even if I beg him to stop.” I whispered.

His eyes rolled back as he let out a soft groan. “Fucking hell, you’re such a fucking slut.” He insulted as he pushed his tip into me. “Beg for the rest.”

My breathing picked up. “Please! Please daddy! Don’t tease me like this, I need all your cock deep ins-ah!” He cut me off filling me the rest of the way.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders as I hugged him tight, his cock stretching me beyond what his fingers had. He rest for a moment inside me, feeling my warmth.

“So fucking warm, daddy needed his cock warming tonight.” Sebastian whispered against my cheek.

His hips retracted as he slowly pulled out, pushing back in just as slowly. It went like this for the first few thrusts, but then something changed in him. His hand wrapped around my throat, his body sitting up slightly as he began to rut into me at a fast pace. My small hands clasped his bulky forearm as my body convulsed with pleasure.

“Daddy.” I groaned out, my face turning red from his hand around my neck.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you to the brim with his cum baby, and you’re gonna take it all. Every ounce of cum I give you’re gonna take cos it’s a gift baby, a fucking privilege to have me cum inside you.” He said deeply. “You want that? You want to get fat off of my cum baby?”

“Yes daddy! Give me everything, I want it daddy!” My pussy clamped around him, causing his hips to stutter.

“F-Fuck princess, holy shit.” He moaned. “Your pussy is the best I’ve ever had. It’s so wet, and warm, and fucking tight...I only want to fuck this pussy baby.” He fell onto me, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him. My arms wrapped around his neck, softly biting his ear. “I’m gonna cum, shit baby, daddy’s gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me daddy.” I whispered in his ear, taking his lobe and nibbling.

He groaned loudly, almost yelled, as his hips pressed into mine as hot ropes of cum leaked out of his cock into my pussy. His hips rutted a few more times, his cock fully leaking out into me as his moans and groans subsided into soft whimpers.

His head came to rest against my forehead, lips kissing mine before he moved down my body. I was about to question what he was doing but he opened my lips and shoved his tongue into my pussy. Once his mouth was full of his cum he moved up and opened my mouth with his fingers. He spit his cum into my mouth, licking his lips.

“Swallow daddy’s gift princess.” He ordered, a smirk gracing his lips as he watched me swallow. “Such a good girl.” He hummed, kissing my lips softly.

He body rolled off of mine beside me, both our chests heaving. My head turned to look at him, his hand finding mine and looping our fingers together.

“Wow.” I laughed out.

“Do you wanna go on a date?”

“Fuck yes I do.”

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