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baronessblixen · 4 months

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O Holy No (9/10)

Today's prompt: sneaking around to put out gifts

Summary: Mulder and Scully finally exchange gifts. (wc: 1,080)

Tagging @today-in-fic

She’s preoccupied at Mass, thinking about Mulder back at the house, left to his own devices. He’s not alone as a few others have stayed behind, too. Mulder joked that he and the other heathens would find a way to stay busy while the rest of the family was out.

She’s still thinking about what he said at the gift exchange. About that one gift. She knows she shouldn’t be thinking about a purple dildo – or any sex toy for that matter – while at church, sitting next to her mother. But she can’t help it. By the end of the sermon, she doesn’t know what was being said, and she makes a mental note to go to confession in the near future to make up for it.

Back at the house, it’s late and quiet. Scully finds Mulder asleep on the couch and she says goodnight to her mother, Tara, and Bill. Once she’s sure they’re all upstairs, she joins Mulder on the couch, snuggling against him. He grumbles, and she waits to see if he’s woken up.

“Back already? What time is it?”

“Late. Do you want to go upstairs?”

“Um, no. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but one of the kids threw up in your bedroom.” Scully grimaces. “So I said they should just stay up there and we’d take the couch.”

“Ever the hero, hm?”

“I try,” he says with a grin. He looks sleepy and she touches his face, following the lines she knows so well. “How was it?”

“I honestly don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You rebel.” He grins.

“It’s your fault. I kept thinking about you.”

“If it’s any consolation, I was thinking about you the whole time too.” He proves it by gently kissing her and she forgets what they were even talking about. She lets herself enjoy their intimacy for a moment, knowing they can’t take it anywhere tonight while they’re sleeping on the couch.

“It’s because,” she says, breaking the kiss and licking her lips. “I was wondering if your mission was successful.”

“Mission purple dildo? It wasn’t.” Scully watches him, waiting for him to continue. “I have no idea who snatched it, but it’s gone.”

“Someone took it.” He nods. “You couldn’t find it anywhere?” He shakes his head no. “Must be an x-file.” His expression is so adorable that she just has to kiss him again.

“You know,” he says. “It’s after midnight.”

“And?”

“And that means it’s Christmas. Merry Christmas, Scully.”

“Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

“We can exchange gifts. Oh, wait. One of your cousins asked us – well, me to put out the last few gifts for the kids. One of them is getting a bike and he didn’t want them to know.” There’s a gleam in his eyes. He didn’t get excited earlier in the day, but he is now, and it touches her that he can’t wait to play Santa with her.

“Let’s do this.” They bring in the bike and several bags of gifts, tiptoeing around, closing every door as quietly as they can. Toodles follows them around, making it difficult to navigate around him. But they manage. They giggle as they listen for any sounds from upstairs but there is nothing. Everyone is fast asleep. They put out all the gifts, arranging them so the smaller kids can find theirs more easily. After, they share the glass of milk and the cookies the children left out. There’s a drop of milk on Mulder’s nose that Scully kisses away. He kisses her back, claiming he saw a crumb on her lips.

“Now we?” he asks her. “Unless you left your gift for me upstairs.”

“You’re in luck,” she whispers against his mouth. “I put it under the tree earlier. Let me get it.” She finds the gift easily enough, even now, and sits down next to Mulder on the couch, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You’ve already given me two gifts. And not to be corny, but being here is like a gift, too.” He gives her a peck on the lips. “Now it's my turn. I didn’t know where we’d- what we were. I got your gift before- I mean obviously I got this before everything happened.” Their fingers tangle as Mulder hands her the neatly wrapped present. It’s small. Scully doesn’t think he’d get her jewelry. It’s not a ring. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she starts unwrapping, Mulder’s eyes following her every move.

“Before you get your hopes up,” Mulder says. “It’s not a romantic gift.”

“It’s… a piece of paper?” She holds the folded piece of paper in her hand, staring up at Mulder.

“Read it,” he prompts. She unfolds it and at first, she doesn’t understand what it is. As she keeps reading, however, she gets it. She lifts her eyes, glancing at Mulder. “Not a Christmas present you get every day, is it?”

“Your will, Mulder?” She stares at the words in front of her that deem her the beneficiary of all his assets, including money and property. “What- what does this mean?”

“I realize now that I probably shouldn’t have given you this as a gift. I just wanted you to have it. All that is mine, Scully, is yours. Or will be once I’m dead.” Only Mulder would think of putting his will into a box and wrap it as a Christmas present. She doesn’t know what to say. Laughter bubbles up inside her, against all odds.

“I honestly don’t know what to say.”

“I’ll get you something better as a late present, I promise. But it’s important to me that you know this. It’s not something I just thought of. It’s been- it’s been you for a while.” His eyes are earnest. This is what he was going to give to her the night Diana set this curveball into motion. How would she have reacted to this days ago? She can’t say. She’s still holding on to it, slowly realizing what all of this means. He’s making it official. His lawyer knew before she did. And it’s the best and the worst moment to do what she’s been meaning to do for a while now.

“Mulder?” She wants his full attention. “I love you.” The three words fall from her mouth easily and the transformation on his face is worth it. Even if her heart threatens to jump out of her chest.

“I love you, too,” he says, and then she finds herself in his arms, the two of them just holding each other silently, bathed in Christmas lights. “Best present ever,” Mulder says a moment later, rubbing his cheek against hers. “You saying it out loud.”

“Out loud?”

“I heard you say it before,” he says. “But this is better. Way better. Thank you, Scully.” He leans in to kiss her, but she stops him.

“I have a gift you can unpack,” she says and the corners of his mouth tick up. “An actual gift, Mulder. Not me.”

“You are a gift.” He kisses her soundly, grinning. She decides to give him this moment and reaches for the last present she has for him. The one that’s not a gag gift. He mouths a thank you and doesn’t waste any time, tearing the paper. Once it’s unpacked, he stops and stares. He lifts his head and his eyes are full of tears. “I- I love it, Scully. How did you- where did you?” He’s a blubbering mess and while still holding his gift, he hugs her with one arm and she feels his hot tears against her skin.

“You like it?”

“Like it, Scully? I love it. It’s… I haven’t seen these pictures of me and Samantha in so long.”

“I asked your mom if she had a picture of you two together that I could get framed and she gave me several. I thought… you should have these memories. The good ones.” She watches Mulder trace the collage of him and Samantha. Mrs. Mulder must have sent her ten or twenty pictures, saying they were all copies and she shouldn’t think about sending them back cause she had her own.

So Scully got to work, cutting the pictures into hearts and shapes before she put them all together and had them framed. Mulder and Samantha didn’t have enough time together. Never will. But he’ll have this. A collage of so many moments they spent together. From the day Samantha was born up to her last birthday.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Mulder says, wiping away his tears and then, a moment later, hers, too. “And after I gave you my will.” He laughs. “You sure you love me?”

“I’m sure, and Mulder, I’m so happy you like it.”

“Come here, you.”

They spend the rest of the night entwined. They share a few whispered words before they fall asleep in the glow of the Christmas light. All is quiet, and all is bright.

#ficmas2023 #oholyno #one more chapter to go #if i manage to write it #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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abbyzins · 1 year

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Written from the POV of a girl in love with a boy who hates her

There is a moment, for every girl, where she thinks maybe, just maybe he might love me. Because all the sudden, all the fucking sudden, out of the blue, he’s paying attention to me. All the sudden I can say I hate you with a smile, and he’d laugh and shove me as gently as he knows how to. All the sudden, this boy who used to be the cause of my pain has now become my safe space. And he’s invited me into his home, he’s given me his heart and a key into his brain and trusted me with both, trusted me not to break him. And all the sudden, the sex isn’t the only time I get to be close to him. Sex isn't bite marks and scratches and bruises, because I wouldn’t, couldn’t, kiss him, or touch him, or hold him. And even though sex still holds the beautiful bite marks and purpled bruises and reddening scratches, he’ll be careful to go back, and kiss every single mark. He’ll be soft, and gentle, and oh so very sweet as he brushes his fingertips over her. All the sudden, sex isn't as secret anymore, it's not hidden behind closed doors, timing how far apart we should walk out of whatever dark corner we’d found, because I needed to be his secret, something to keep in a dark, shadowy corner. Slowly, sex becomes something to be loved, something where I can look up at him and press a kiss to wherever I can reach, where I can hold him closer to me because god I just want to be in his arms. Because yes sex with him is still rough and tumble but now there are moments of gentleness so blatant in every touch. A kiss when he seems so scared of the test he has to take next period, a hand on his back, holding him closer to me as I dread the moment he’ll pull away. But now sex isn't the only reason he seeks me out. Because now, as amazing as our sex may be, I'm allowed to cuddle up with him while we watch a movie he’d let me pick, my head tucked under his chin, soaking in every moment of comfort for every second I can. And I’ve always known I was in love with him, because waking up in his arms, as he hums and kisses my head is one of the best parts of my week. The moment I’ll always pretend to be asleep, to sigh and nuzzle into his neck and pretend that I haven’t been awake half the night wondering if he would leave. I wonder if he’s fallen in love with me as he crashes into me as I make breakfast, throwing his arms around my hips and pressing sleepy kisses anywhere he can reach until I’m giggling so hard I can barely breathe. I wonder if he’s in love with me when I text him at 2:45 in the morning on a Tuesday, because i don’t know how to be not scared of the crashing thunder shaking my windows. I keep falling deeper into love with the boy who hates me, and I’m sad, because I know he will never love me back.

#heavy angst #teen wolf #marvel #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #right in the feels #tony stark #i love him #i love you #fandom

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ventihonklightice · 3 years

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period pains || sapnap

Sapnap x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Summary: Sapnap, being the amazing, super, terrific boyfriend he is, went to buy y/n tampons. needless to say, she got plenty.

Moving in with Sapnap and Dream was exciting. It got to the point where Y/n was at their house almost everyday, so it was an easy acclimation. At first, Y/n was nervous about how living with her boyfriend’s best friend would work, but it was surprisingly more manageable than she thought. She wasn’t nervous about walking around Dream anymore, though her cheeks would glow a particular shade of red after late night rendezvous with Sapnap that he pretended to not hear. Little did she know, he spared her the mockery by privately doing so to Sapnap.

Currently though on a somewhat cloudy Florida day, her boyfriend was out with said best friend and roommate before the Texan received a text.

y/n <3

do you love me

He put down his drink at the sight of the notification popping up on his phone, quirking a brow at his girlfriend’s words while his friend proceeded to eat his meal.

sappy pandas

of course I do

where’s this coming from?

Sapnap was slightly concerned, knowing Y/n to be more reserved when asking for his affirmation of love.

y/n <3

since you love me

can you pretty pretty pretty pls

get me tampons

and stuff

I am suffering

He chuckled at the multiple text bubbles that appeared on his screen, causing Dream to divert his attention from his food to his friend’s phone.

sappy pandas

oh shit

I’m sorry :((

We’ll be back in 30 or 40 minutes <3

Y/N groaned, not being able to take the pain any longer and just wanting cuddles with her boyfriend, though regardless, she appreciated his actions.

y/n <3

omg thank you

thank you

I love you so much

Sapnap smiled widely, quickly moving his fingers to text a reply. “Y/n?” Dream asked, taking yet another bite. Sapnap just nodded his head, focused on his girl.

sappy pandas

yeah yeah love you too baby

“Can we stop by Walgreens or something on the way back? She needs stuff,” he spoke to Dream who was currently scarfing down the rest of the food. He nodded his head, still chewing.

“Also, can we order her food?” Sapnap asked shyly. Dream chuckled at the comment, “oh so now I’m both your AND her sugar daddy? I’m going broke because of you two.”

Sapnap blushed, feeling bad about making the blond pay even though he almost always insisted. “I-I’ll pay for it dude, it’s not a big deal.”

Dream shook his head, taking a sip of his soda, “no. Never. I literally asked you to come here, I’m not making you pay for shit.”

The waitress came back, taking the plates and asking if we’d like a check, with the boys instead asking for a menu.

Half an our later, the pair was going across the street of the restaurant and to the drugstore. “What does she need anyways?” Dream asked, following Sapnap’s footsteps.

“Tampons and stuff,” he almost whispered, uncomfortable with the words and also not wanting others to hear him mutter them. “Oh,” Dream answered shortly as they made a bee line to the ‘feminine hygiene’ aisle. Needless to say, the men were overwhelmed.

“Why are there so many?” Sapnap asked as his eyes scanned over various pink and purple packages. “Text her and ask her exactly what she needs,” Dream suggested, eyes also scanning the products before him.

It had been five minutes and Y/N had yet to respond. Sapnap groaned, “what do I do?” His friend shrugged before a very dumb idea crossed his mind. “Just like, get a bunch.”

Sapnap looked at his friend and blinked before speaking “that’s a great idea.” They went to go grab a shopping cart before they began to fill it with various types of cotton.

“No, Sapnap that’s underwear,” Dream spoke as he saw his friend grab diaper like underwear, “it’s for bladder problems or something.”

Sapnap quickly put it back before looking at tampax, “okay but these are definitely tampons.” He grabbed those, along with several other brands and sizes. He moved onto pads, doing the exact same thing.

“This looks... fine,” Sapnap spoke as he examined the sheer amount of cotton recently thrown into the cart. He pushed the cart until reaching the candy aisle. He wanted to buy her some in hopes of making her feel better. So, he took various chocolates alongside her favorite candy and went to go grab pain relievers before approaching the register.

The cashier looked between the cart and the two men scurrying to put the period products onto the counter, forcing a muffled laugh out of Dream. “Find everything okay?” She muttered, scanning the items that Sapnap began to place on the counter, a line forming behind them.

“Uh y-yes thank you,” Sapnap stuttered, placing the candy down last.

“That’s gonna be $198.46,” she expressed as Sapnap fumbled with his debit card, Dream already carrying most of the bags. The two men hurriedly left the store.

“That was so embarrassing. There was a line and everything, oh my god those people must think I’m crazy,” Sapnap muttered, rubbing his hands over his face.

“This-This is definitely a little overboard,” Dream spoke as he slammed the trunk closed.

“It’s fine. This is fine. I don’t want her to like, not have the stuff she needs. I’d feel awful,” Sapnap spoke as he opened the passenger seat door. “Whatever you say pandas.”

Never receiving a text from Y/N, Sapnap assumed that she had been asleep. Dream helped him carry the various bags of tampons and food into the house, but thought it’d be best to let his friend carry them to his girlfriend.

So, Sapnap did so, just very loudly. He stumbled into the bedroom, his eyes landing on his girlfriend. Through the ruffling of the bags and his loud footsteps she began to stir about. “Sapnap?” She mumbled tiredly, his form looking like a blob in her sleepy daze.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispered, gently placing down the bags by his bed before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Did you go to the store?” She asked, her eyes opening more and more. He scratched his neck as he looked at the bags, “yeah. I just- I just didn’t know what you needed so...”

His voice trailed off as he bent down to grab the bags, “I kind of bought a lot.” Y/N sat up slowly examining the bags with wide eyes, a hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughs.

“Baby,” she giggled, moving to get up to go towards the bags before Sapnap stopped her. “Stay put, I’ll bring the bags to you m’lady,” he spoke with a posh British accent on his last word. Y/n smiled and watched as he grabbed the bags and tossed them by her legs, finally settling onto the bed next to her.

“This is so much,” she muttered going through bag after bag, “you are so sweet.”

Sapnap turned red at her words, watching her go through them to find what she needed, “w-we could donate them or something?”

Y/n let out a scoff, stopping her movements to look at him, “literally the sweetest man. How’d I get this lucky?”

“Yeah I’m literally perfect,” Sapnap spoke sarcastically, leaning his head on her shoulder. Y/n giggled once more, finding the bag that had the reciept and pulling out the long pice of paper. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the total, “two hundred dollars!”

Sapnap snatched up the receipt before she could examine it further, “don’t worry about it.”

Y/n shook her head proceeding to dig through the bags, “and you got me candy? And medicine?”

Her eyes began to tear up as she threw her arms around Sapnap, startling him. “It was nothing,” he muttered softly, wrapping his arms around her torso gently.

“You’re the first guy that’s ever done this for me. Actually care and shit,” she sniffled, her words muffled in his chest. Sapnap’s eyes softened and he carded his fingers through her hair, “well it’s cause I love you and I think you deserve the world. And if making a Walgreens go tampon bankrupt does that, then I’m okay with it.”

Y/n chuckled at his words, pulling away to wipe tears off her face. “I love you too,” she expressed with a slightly exhausted tone. A soft smile appeared on the Texan’s features,

“D-Do you want me to run a bath or something? Or we got you food. It’s in the kitchen and I’ll grab it if you want,” he explained as he laid back onto the beg, dragging Y/n with him softly.

“Can we just lay here for a minute?” Y/n asked, snuggling further into his chest.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, eventually hearing light and steady snores from the girl on his chest. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

#sapnap imagine #Sapnap x reader #Sapnap fanfiction #Sapnap fanfic #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken #dream smp #Sapnap #Sapnap x Dream #dream #mcyt #sapnap fluff

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tyb1 · 3 years

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If It’s The Right Thing To Do.

Part 1

Words: 2118

Character: Seth Clearwater

Note: let’s imagine your Sam’s little sister

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Dialogue prompt: “What? Why would I want to go over there? If I go over there Sam would smell vampires all over me. Aren’t you guys traitors anyway.” I scoffed, I was two seconds away from hanging up the phone on him since they did leave me behind.”

*this is my first twilight imagine so be nice :)*

I stretched every muscle in my body to grab my phone that was sitting on the desk by the bed. I looked at the caller ID but it was from a number that I didn't recognize. My mom always told me not to answer those calls but I did anyway. I had the sudden urge to be bold today.

"Hello?" I rolled back on my bed to finish the stale popcorn that was at least 3 hours old.

"(Y/N)!" the voice spoke frantically over the phone. "(Y/N)....is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!"

I sat up on the bed trying to stop my heart from beating out of my chest. The voice sounds panic so it caused me to be panic. The voice from the phone sounded so familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"This is she....why?"

(Y/N)! This is Jake! Listen, I need you to make your way over to the Cullens house!"

"What? Why would I want to go over there? If I go over there Sam would smell vampires all over me. Aren't you guys traitors anyway." I scoffed, I was two seconds away from hanging up the phone on him since they left me behind.

I heard Jacob huff over the phone. Then the phone sounded like someone grabbed a piece of paper and started crumbling it over the microphone. I lay back down on my bed the anxiety in my chest slowly fading away. "Listen Jake I don't have time for games I-"

"Shut up the hell up Jacob! (Y/N)! It's Leah, get your ass over to the Cullens now!" And just like that, the phone hung up without any explanation as to why I have to go to the Cullens.

I sat my phone back on the desk. There was no way in hell I could go to the Cullens. For one Sam wasn't on patrol tonight and two he would smell them on me if I ever decided to come back. "Those are two good reasons for me to stay in tonight." But why would they call me to come over to the Cullens when they knew for a fact I wasn't allowed near them........."

Seth

I jumped from my bed throwing on a hoodie and some pajama pants. I could barely maintain my breathing, There was something wrong with Seth I just felt it in my soul. Something bad probably happened to him and I wasn't there to prevent it.

I slowly walked out of my room seeing that all the lights were off. The door to Sam's and Emily's room was slightly opened. The sound of Sam's snores filled the air. I slowly closed the door then crept down the hallway to the keys.

"We only have one chance to let's make the most of it," I muttered to myself, I grabbed the keys from the shelf while trying not to step on the wood that creaked. I quickly made my way to the back door closing it softly.

"Okay, now the easy part is over." All I had to do now was get in my car and drive to the Cullens. What I was doing right now could coat me all the respect the pack has for me. If I stepped off this property Sam could label me as a traitor right along with Jake, Seth, and Leah.

"It's now or never if Sam hates me for what I'm doing so be it. Seth needs me right now." I mustered up all my courage to drive off the reserve. The drive to the Cullens was so agonizing. The only thing I could think about was the fight that caused us to be distant. We've never fought and when we did we'd make up instantly. This time I was the cause of it, his heart broke in front of me and I did nothing about it. I never meant to say the harsh words but I wanted him to hurt just like he was hurting me.

*Flashback*

I ran behind Seth as he ran behind Jacob. He claimed that he was leaving my brother's pack to join Jacobs pack because "it was the right thing to do". At first, I thought he was being delusional but now that I'm running after him I knew he was being serious.

"Seth come back!" He stopped running causing me to bump into his toned back.

He grabbed my shoulders trying to turn me back towards the reservation."No (Y/N)! I have to do this, go back to Sam!"

I bit his hand then shoved him away."I'm not staying there unless you're with me, Seth!" He shook his head then ran farther into the woods.

"Seth if you leave me then I'll never forgive you!" I began to cry then the cries became sobs. I watched him through my blurry vision as he stopped mid-run. I knew if he stepped foot off the reserve onto the Cullens I would never see him again. Sam would ban me from ever seeing him again because he turned his back on the pack.

Jacob appeared behind a tree watching the whole situation."Seth, are you willing to go against your family, the pack, and your sister?"

Seth turned to Jacob with fire in his eyes. "If it's the right thing to do."

"You'd even turn your back on (Y/N)?"

Seth turned to me, staring into my eyes. It was like I didn't recognize him anymore. Those bubbly brown eyes of his were no longer the same.

"Like I said if it's the right thing to do."

My whole world stopped. Hearing those words come out of my lover's mouth felt like someone just gutted my heart out. My heart was telling me to say one thing while my brain was telling me to say another.

"Seth Clearwater, I hate you!" The words felt so wrong but so right at the same time. I turned my back to him so he wouldn't see me cry anymore.

"You don't mean that (Y/N)! You love me!"

I turned to him with pure hate in my eyes. "I can't love someone who's dead to me."

I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I heard him running after me screaming his voice cracking every time he called out to me. I never looked behind he was a traitor now and he said it to the world, his back was now turned on me.

*EOF*

I wiped the tears from my face as I drove farther off the reserve. Seth and I bond was stronger than any other relationship in the pack. We went from friends to lovers to enemies by force. Now I have to face him. It'll be the first time we've spoken in 2 months.

I got out of the car with my heart pounding profusely. I looked up at the house, Jasper, and Emmet stood at the door to greet me. I nodded to both of them then made my way to the living room. Jacob was sitting on the couch nervously shaking his leg while Bella was pacing back and forth. A piercing scream came out of nowhere. Everyone turned their attention upstairs to where the scream came from. I knew something was up when I saw Rosalie with a guilty expression on her face.

"What happened......why did that sound like Seth?" I didn't bother to sit nor make friends with them. I walk straight into the living room each step I took became bolder and bolder. I sat there staring at them but no one was talking so I decided to make my way upstairs where the scream came from.

Jacob ran to grab me before I could make it to where Seth was. I turned to glare at him as he tightened his grip around my arm."(Y/N)! Wait! Don't go up there not just yet....wait until Carlisle gives us the clear."

"Then tell me what happened to him, Jake."

Jacob sighed, "Listen Bella and I got into an argument things got a bit out of hand and Seth got hurt."

"How did Seth get hurt?"

"Bella accidentally threw him into a tree."

I shot a glare at Bella. "How do you accidentally throw someone into a tree!"

"(Y/N) I honestly didn't mean to. I'm so sorry I don't know what else to do." Bella walked over to me with an apologetic look. The glare that was cast upon my face never left.

I looked around at all the Cullens and Jake "None of you tried to stop her. You just let her throw someone who is so innocent and pure into a fucking tree."

I left without saying another word to them. The journey to the room felt so long but yet it was so short. I wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans before I knocked on the door. I heard groans from the other side of the door. My heart sank when I heard him scream again. The door opened revealing Carlisle and Esme, they were both smiling sweetly at me.

Esme hugged me which I gladly returned back. "(Y/N) it's so good to see you. I'm sorry that we had to meet again in unfortunate circumstances."

"I know, I would come to visit more often but my brother would have my head." I began to shift uncomfortably on my feet. I tried to peek behind them but Carlisle's tall built body blocked my way.

Carlisle coughed, "We're trying to make him as comfortable as possible but you can have a minute with him." He stepped aside letting me into the room. "We also gave him some morphine to ease the pain so he may be a tad bit sleepy."

I nodded my head before I entered the room. My gaze was fixed on the floorboard. I was too scared to look at him.

"(Y/N), I'm so happy to see you."

I gasped when I saw his bruised chest. I ran over to the side of the bed where he laid. The little skin that was showing was now purple, blue, and swollen the rest was covered with bandages. I went to touch his arm to comfort him but he pulled back screaming out in pain."Seth! Are you okay? Oh my god look at your chest!"

"(Y/N) you actually came!" I could tell from his eyes that he was still in disbelief that I was standing in front of him.

"Of course I would come." I began to run my hair through his hair trying to make him as comfortable as possible. I sat down near him being careful not to touch any of his body parts.

"I'm tired (Y/N)...please stay here until I wake up."

I jumped from the bed staring at him as if he had lost his mind. "There's no way I can stay here without Sam knowing that I am missing Seth, I have to go back."

He placed his bruised hand on top of mine trying to intertwine them. Seth had a genuine smile on his face, "Don't go, stay here. I'll deal with Sam once I wake up."

I sighed as I looked back and forth between the door and Seth. I didn't want to leave him but I couldn't afford Sam coming out here dragging me back home. Everyone would look at me with disgust if they smelled the Cullens on me.

"Seth I honestly don't know if this is the right thing to do."

"Trust me (Y/N) it's the right thing to do."

I laughed at his corny remark. I knew without asking him, that was our way of making up since the fight. Seth rolled the blankets off of him ushering me to get under. At first, I wanted to reject but I knew he would somehow convince me that it was okay. I rested my head on the pillow that was next to his. I immediately relaxed once I felt the heat from his body come upon mine.

Seth sighed, he tried to roll over to face me but I placed my hand on his cheek to stop him.

"What are you trying to do?"

He grunted, "I'm trying to apologize for what I said two weeks ago."

I placed a chaste kiss on his lips, he laughed sweetly then kissed me back.

"I guess I'm forgiven."

"I could never be mad at you Seth Clearwater."

If I was being honest with myself I was actually contradicting myself. At first, I was really mad at him. I even went as far as to rip up our pictures. Now looking back I actually regret everything I said to him and did. "Seth I'm sorry too, I should have never said the things I said."

He laughed, "It's okay, I could never be mad at you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)"

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater imagine #seth #wolfpack #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater one shot #wolf pack #wolf pack imagine #wolf pack x reader #wolf pack one shot #werewolf #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #jacob black #paul lahote #sam uley #embry call

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agustaviolin · 3 years

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i am in love with you

i hate to be the bringer

of such devastating news

four and a half years

you wouldn’t believe it

i had my first in a rich neighbourhood

so far away from you

i hated it

had my second in a dorm

just like yours

only you weren’t there

same as the last four and a half years

she laid herself out like a feast

the third

but it wasn’t what i wanted

because it wasn’t with you

for whom i was made

oh, with you

into a golden universe

i am in love with you

and you found someone

before i could tell you that

that my life was made to die with yours

my body made to die with yours

on your bed, somewhere, anywhere

i walked down a hill

in that sleepy coastal city

i was on my way to weatherspoons

to meet your namesake

carrying a heavy bag after class

end of january, i had met you for the first time

and thought to myself

i have found her

it was astronomical

the refrain of the almost free

saw you walking behind that woman we both knew

you were asking her about the bible

it’s a vivid picture

i almost followed you

i had a question for you, too

a few days later

i was traversing the pavement

and upon the hill, a flicker of light

much like a cross

you were standing there

with some girls, some boys

and i was a magnet to your ism

said hi, we talked, you’d just got a new haircut

and i could’ve pressed my lips against every strand of your hair

in a sacred prelude, but i didn’t

have it in me to even tell you how beautiful you looked

better than the birth of venus

we stood there for a while

i said come ‘round the catholic church, please

there’s free lunch on sundays

it made you laugh

then you said

we ought to have a cup of tea

earl grey, your favourite

tea

and with it all the kindness of life

tea

and within me i immortalised you

i immortalise you

and i meant to tell you that

one month before we met

i met someone from your hometown

they took me ‘round the bay and i took a picture of the church

right where you grew up

the foundation was laid

for a house never built

i fell in love with the streets and the lamp posts and trains and cliffs that made you

though i didn’t know you yet

how afraid i was

that’s why i didn’t say

i didn’t know that it was okay to want you

and you were the only one

who didn’t ask where i came from

you just accepted me

and then you offered branches

a bridge between two falling stars

i didn’t understand all the lust bursting out of me

in your vicinity

so i stopped looking at you

and it only made me want you more

and i told our mutual friend

when i was drunk on cheap cider

in may when you were taken

that you must feel like silk

to an intimate observer

and as we walked into the corner shop

on wet cobblestone

i told her that i loved you

said i love her, i love her, i love her

i wonder if she ever told you that

then shame hurt me

and i stopped taking her calls

your scarf, your scarf

autumn or winter upon you

it doesn’t matter

it’s all a golden-red dream

and my nights are full of your perfect movement

your gracious hands and soul

unattainable literary ballerina

purple heart, you sent me one

when i was on the train to paddington

and in the air there was a beginning unreconstructed

you asked if i was okay

because you didn’t see me that day

i should’ve picked up the pace

should’ve told you anything

you would’ve listened

i know you would’ve listened

and lavender was your breath, your scent, your colour

and our friend tried to make plans

on that valentine’s day

plans that fell through

i didn’t know why it wasn’t our turn

but we already merged like waters

a thousand rivers ago

i can feel it

like lana del rey would say

all roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries

i remember you in your leather jacket

when you sat next to me with a cough

i wanted to nurse you back to health

then we’d sleep inside each other

that’s what freedom would’ve meant

and i saw you in the half-light, perfect under blue skies

at 2 pm in june

fate was still trying to patch it up

bare-faced, you were the last living rose

i restrained myself from hoping

i was slate-grey inside

leaving for the counterfeit summer

you were with somebody then

somebody bolder, somebody to break you, another

it was the last time that i saw you

tried to get back in touch

tried to tell you about it

i never had the words, i’m sorry

and i know i act like we’re close

but trust me, i know

i know it when i see it

and i haven’t seen it since

and maybe you never saw me for who i am

for i was traumatised

i couldn’t be myself

i hope you see me now

i know you want immortality

you wear it like a pearl

the designation to be

remembered by the halls of time

well, that i could’ve given you

i wrote a book of poetry about you

in my mother tongue

it will be published soon

even though they rejected it at first

i wrote three hundred songs about you

at the very least

covered all of my canvases

in colours to beckon you

fixed your name into these walls

at night, when i required you

and that’s when i wanted to ask

never had the chance

but i wanted to ask

is it wrong if the only thing

i want to wear for you

is my skin?

i believe in letters

that’s why i’m telling you this

if you ever ask, like oliver did

whenever i watch that film

i think of you and what could’ve been

my childhood was a prison cage

and i get by in reykjavík these days

without any substances

i don’t know how i get by

there’s a man who watches over me

and still i am alone

i practice my violin four hours per day

and i don’t have any family

and everybody wants to know me

and everybody wants to love me

and everybody wants to fuck me

but some days i feel like i can’t move

i’m blooming, i’m barely living

and i am just as much a man

as i am anything else

and i am starved

to the bone

of you

of every atom in you

it is my calling

to reach into your depths, somehow

i’m twenty-four

i can’t remember your birthday

but something tells me it’s in the pulp of summer

not at the death of it like mine

and time isn’t linear

but i will still need you tomorrow

a habit fastened into me

throughout a thousand days

i didn’t know my name for years

on this frozen island

i couldn’t stand

and then they burned my heart

with a catheter, you know

i had nobody to hold

i was so sick

made my peace with dying young

and living slow

an undue burden

on a life never begun

a wasted garden

strong and alone

i’m doing better now

i was in london

when i almost died

around midnight

it stopped beating

i thought about you every day

and i tried

in my way

it’s okay, it’s okay

i play my violin

and something great awaits me

and nothing measures up

to the idea of you

and it’s not just an idea

but a tangible memory

it’s so simple

it’s scripture

no, i’m not religious

but maybe there’s some merit to it

for it brought me you

they don’t know who you are

and i’ll never tell them

only you know who you are

i heard about the shooting

i might understand what led him to do it

he just needed someone to love

i am in love with you

i don’t know why

i just am

it’s pathetic and strange

but maybe it’s what you’ve been waiting for

all this ever-changing time

it’s taken me long enough

i am in love with you

this is my verdict, my promise

this is all i can say

#poetry #lesbian poem #lesbian poetry #queer poetry #love confessions #confession #i love you poem #Sapphic Poetry #sapphic poem #sapphism #sapphic

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calebdumes · 3 years

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so being the captain of your own ship sounds stressful, right? someone should treat Hera to a day of pampering... (surprise romantic spa trip? a sweet homemade experience by the whole crew? you decide!)

keeping the Ghost in shape is hard work! good thing Kanan is a pro in stress relief.

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla

rating: mature

word count: 2.8k

Hera woke with a list of things to do already forming in her mind. The pleasant dreams that had taken her through the nighttime hours had been replaced with tasks that needed to be completed. The Phantom was due for a diagnostic, she needed to finish her modifications to the sublights if she ever wanted to take the Ghost out again, and they were starting to run low on supplies. She breathed out harshly from her nose, somehow she’d have to find time to make a trip into town between her repairs.

And if she was in town, she might as well stop in and give Old Jho a visit. Fighting for the rebellion was good work - important work - but it didn’t pay much and their small purse of credits was slowly dwindling.

With a sigh, Hera blinked open her eyes to the darkness of her cabin. Kanan was a warm weight across her chest as he did his best impersonation of a human blanket. For just a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of imagining a sleepy morning in bed. If only she could close her eyes and let Kanan’s gentle breathing lull her back to sleep, held in place by his comforting weight. What she would give to be woken hours later with his kisses trailing down her neck, across the tops of her breasts, his hands running down her sides as she let his wandering mouth travel lower and lower.

Hera shook the sticky sweet heat from her mind; she had too much to do to let that daydream become a reality. She tried to wiggle out from underneath Kanan but as soon as she began to move, his arms tightened around her.

“No.” he said, his voice muffled by her shoulder.

“I have things to do Kanan.” she whispered, scrubbing her fingers through the long strands of his hair. He shivered but didn’t loosen his grip.

“Too early.” was his response.

“I’ve got a lot to do today, love.”

She felt Kanan’s lips brush against the side of her neck as he replied, “Sleep now. Work later.”

Hera sighed again when it became clear Kanan wasn’t going to move. She managed to free an arm and reached blindly for her datapad on the floor. The blue-ish glow from the screen lit up her face as she rested it on the top of Kanan’s head. If he wasn’t going to let her get up then he couldn’t object to her using his body as a prop for her pad. He didn’t seem bothered by it if his snores were any indication.

She read through the local Holonet, clicking her tongue at the new regulations the Empire was putting on trade in Capital City. It didn’t seem like they were even trying to hide their blatant greed anymore. Either that, or they believed that their grip on Lothal was so tight that no-one would dare speak out against them.

Hera smirked at that thought. Maybe it was time they took a trip to Capital City and livened things up a bit. She would have to get out of bed first.

Kanan slept for another hour until he finally pushed himself up, blinking at her owlishly and his hair a mess from where her fingers had run through it. He smiled at her, warm and soft, before jumping from the cot and throwing on some clothes.

“Stay here for a second.” He told her before slipping from the cabin. Hera rolled her eyes and stood, stretching her arms up over head and feeling her spine pop. She rolled her shoulders and fanned her toes out on the cool durasteel floor. Her lower back twinged a little from her time with the engines yesterday and she knew the dull pain would only get worse after another day of work but, the Ghost wasn’t going to fix itself.

Slowly she began pulling on her day clothes, forgoing her typical flight suit for a dingy pair of grease stained slacks and a thin strapped top - it tended to get hot in the engine room and her flight suit would only make it worse. Just as she was pulling on her head wrap, the door to her cabin opened revealing Ezra and a plate piled high with waffles.

“Mornin’ Hera.” Ezra said, letting himself into her room. “I made breakfast.”

Hera blinked at the stacks of waffles dripping with bright purple syrup, the cloyingly sweet scent assaulting her nose. “I see that. Why?”

“Kanan said so.” There was a loud cough from out in the hallway. Ezra grimaced and shifted on his feet. “Uh, I mean, because I wanted to.”

Hera arched a disbelieving brow. “Uh huh, sure you did. What’s the real reason?”

“Well, Kanan did say so but he had a good point.” he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “You always make sure there’s food for us, we thought we’d make food for you. So,” Ezra waved at the plate of waffles. “Breakfast.”

Hera looked at the waffles and then back at the young teen. It was a sweet sentiment, even if it wasn’t needed - keeping the stores full for her crew was one of her duties as captain but Ezra’s show of appreciation made her heart melt just a little.

“Well thank you kind sir.” She said taking the plate from him.

“Anytime Captain.” Ezra smiled before retreating. Kanan filed into the room moments later.

“So, you told him to do it?”

“I didn’t tell him so much as gently suggested he bring you breakfast.” Kanan said as he flopped down on the bed.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” she sat down next to him.

Kanan took a waffle off of her plate and popped it in his mouth, licking the sugary syrup from his fingers. “I know but we wanted to.” he replied through his mouthful of food. “You do a lot for us, it’s past time we did something for you.”

There was a suspicious look on his face that put Hera on guard. “I know that look.” she said, setting the plate down on the bed. “What do you have planned?”

“A day of rest and relaxation.” he winked.

“Kanan…”

“Hera…” he mimicked.

“I have too much to do, I can’t just do...nothing.”

Kanan stole another waffle. “You wouldn’t be doing nothing, you would be relaxing. Besides, we can handle whatever you need to do.”

“Yeah but-” Hera began but Kanan leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, cutting off her protest. He tasted like Jogans and spice. Hera’s eyes slipped closed as he deepened the kiss, one hand cupping her jaw.

“Let us take care of things today, okay?” He asked as he broke away, resting his forehead against hers. Hera searched his face, drinking in his strange teal eyes. It had been a while since she had taken a day off but there was so much to do, she couldn’t possibly leave it all for her crew. “We can handle it.” Kanan said, as if reading her thoughts. “It’s what you hired me for in the first place, remember?”

Hera rolled her head against his and let her shoulder drop in defeat. “Fine.” she conceded. “But call me if you need any help.”

Kanan kissed her cheek before standing. “We’ll be fine. You just relax.”

“Have Chopper help you with the sublights, he has the schematics. And we need more soap, oh and see if Jho has a job for us or Vizago if necessary.”

“Hera.” Kanan smiled from the doorway. “Relax.” he gave her a jaunty two finger salute before the cabin doors slid shut, leaving Hera alone in her room.

She looked around the cabin suddenly feeling at a loss. What was she going to do now?

A gentle knock on her cabin pulled Hera from her third nap of the day. The holobook she had been reading tumbled to the floor as she sat up stretching. She smiled to herself, the pain in her back was nearly nonexistent and she felt more refreshed than she had in a long, long time. Maybe Kanan was right and she was long overdue for a day off.

It had been hard at first, to let the others do the work she had planned while she did essentially nothing. Her fingers itched to do something, anything other than sitting alone in her room but she didn’t want Kanan to think that she didn’t trust him to take care of her ship. Out of all the beings in the galaxy, Kanan was the only person that she actually did trust. And not just with her ship. So Hera had gotten back under the covers and ate her breakfast in the silence of her cabin.

That hadn’t lasted long, the quiet became too loud so she escaped to the lounge. At least there she could keep an eye on the coming and goings of her crew. Only, the common space had been empty. Ezra and Zeb had gone to town to pick up supplies and Kanan had recruited Sabine to help him with the last of the engine modifications. It was clear she wasn’t going to be allowed to do anything productive so she curled up in the big wooden chair and let her mind drift until she fell asleep.

The rest of the day had passed in a sleepy haze as she meandered from the lounge to her cabin; napping when she felt like it, eating the snacks Kanan had prepared for her, and catching up on the holobooks she had been wanting to read. Once she allowed herself to relax, letting the others handle the work became much easier.

There was another knock on the door, a little more forceful this time, followed by a hesitant voice. “Hera? Are you awake?”

Hera tossed the sheets aside and padded over to the door, hitting the control and smiling as Sabine came into view.

“I’m awake.” She smiled at the young Mandalorian who returned it with a slight tilt of her lips. Her orange and blue hair was slightly mussed and Hera could see a streak of engine grease on her exposed arm but there was a sparkle of accomplishment in the depth of amber eyes. It was the same look Hera got when she finished working on her ship.

“Dinner’s ready if you want to eat.” Sabine said. “I made stew.”

Hera’s stomach rumbled loudly as if on cue. “I could eat.” she chuckled, following the teen down the hallway into the lounge. The rest of her crew was already seated around the beat up holotable, steaming bowls of stew and crusty bread before them. Hera took her seat next to Kanan and inhaled the spicy scent of cooked tip yip and Sabine’s potent blend of spices.

“Don’t worry.” Sabine said. “I didn’t make it as spicy this time.”

“Good.” Ezra breathed in a sigh of relief. “Cus’ I couldn’t taste anything for like a week last time.”

Zeb chuckled, scooping a heaping portion of the stew into his mouth. “You humans don’t know anything about real flavor.”

“And Lasats do?” Sabine challenged, sprinkling a dusting of seasoning over her bowl. “You just grill everything until it’s burnt. At least you can taste more than fire with my food.”

“Not that much more.” Kanan coughed, reaching for his water.

Sabine rolled her eyes and launched into a haughty argument on the nuances and meaning behind Mandalorian cooking. Hera was only partly paying attention, taking small bites of the rich and spicy stew. She could feel the burn of Sabine’s seasoning scorch down her throat, leaving her mouth tingling.

“How did the modifications go?” she asked in a hoarse voice, leaning into Kanan’s side. He smelled like sweat and oil but Hera wasn’t too bothered by it. It felt good to be pressed up against his side after spending the better part of the day alone. She felt the heat from his body seep into her bones, making her insides twist with desire.

“Wonderful.” He responded as he threw an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in, impossibly close. “How did your day off go?”

Hera pressed her lips to his cheek. “Wonderful.” she pitched her voice low so that he would be the only one to hear her say, “But there is one thing that’s missing.”

“Oh yeah?” Kanan smirked, his eyes trailing down her face to land on her lips. “And what’s that?”

Hera placed a hand on his knee, slowly dragging it up his thigh. “You.”

The reaction in Kanan was instant. His face flushed with heat and his pupils grew wide until there was only a small circle of teal left. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear cone and said, “Well, good thing I have something special planned for dessert.”

“I get that you two are like, gross in love or whatever.” Sabine’s voice cracked over Hera like ice, causing her to pull away from Kanan as if she had been shocked and the heat of embarrassment to color her cheeks. “But some of us are still eating so could you save all your gushy feelings until after dinner?”

“That’s the plan.” Kanan winked, unbothered about being called out. Ezra and Sabine both gagged.

Zeb smirked before draining his bowl and pushing up from the table. “I’m taking the kids into town tonight.” He said, walking into the galley. “Jho found us a job.”

“Do you need any back up?” Hera asked, secretly hoping that the Lasat would refuse.

“Nah, we’ve got it handled.” He brought his clawed hands down on Sabine and Ezra’s shoulders and pulled them to their feet. “We’ll let you get to your...night.”

Hera hid her face behind her hands.

“Wait, I’m not done eating!” Ezra complained as Zeb hustled him out of the lounge.

“You can get something at Jho’s.” Sabine countered. “Now let's go before they start making out at the table.”

“We wouldn’t do that!” Kanan yelled to their retreating backs. “At least not with an audience.” he said to her once they were alone.

Hera looked at him through her fingers. “You have no shame do you?”

He shrugged. “Not really.” Hera snorted, that was obvious. She picked up her spoon and dragged it through her stew but her mind was no longer on eating. Instead, she was intimately aware of every point of contact between her and Kanan, little points of starlight pulling her in. Her heart fluttered in her chest, her fingers tightening on Kanan’s thigh. He glanced down at her hand and then back to her face, biting his lower lip.

“C’mon.” Hera said, pushing her bowl away and standing. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet, interlacing their fingers as she led him back to the cabin. As soon as the door slid closed, Hera turned and pulled Kanan down into a heated kiss, tasting the spice of the stew on his tongue.

His hands roamed over her body, pulling at the hem of her shirt while she unfastened his pants. Clothing fell to the floor as they made their way to the cot, breathy moans slipping between hurried kisses.

Hera fell back onto the bed as Kanan covered her neck with adoring kisses.

“Was this all part of your plan?” she said, her breath hitching as his thumbs brushed the tops of her hips.

“No actually.” Kanan chuckled, his face flushed. “I was just going to give you the day off. Getting the kids off the Ghost,” he kissed her lips. “Was all Zeb.”

Hera knocked her closed fist gently under his jaw. “Lucky you.” she smirked up at him.

“Lucky me.” he smiled back.

She got a little lost, looking at the love and devotion shining in his eyes. Kanan loved her with no conditions, no expectations - it was pure and sweet and simple and it made Hera feel like she would come apart at the seams from the intensity of it.

He loved her and Hera loved him back just as fiercely. She grabbed hold of his face and pulled him into a crushing kiss, pouring every bit of herself into him.

“I love you.” she whispered, breaking them apart.

Kanan nipped at her lips, “I love you too.” he said and Hera could feel it vibrating in her bones, weaving the promise held in his words right into her very soul. She let him kiss her, feeling his skin against hers until her desire grew to great. Hera pushed on his shoulder and he went willingly, sinking between her legs with a smirk on his face.

As she came undone under his skillful ministrations, Hera thought to herself, maybe she should take the day off more often.

#pretchatta #asks #kanera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #star wars: rebels #star wars #swr fanfic #mine #shleby writes #swr prompt fills #*pterodactyl screech*

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loyally-unfaithful · 3 years

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—; it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas.

word count: 3.6k

pairing: razor/gn!reader; razor/traveler

genre: fluff

summary: « i remember… purple mentor say ‘mistletoe’ a big part of weihnachten. »

you looked at the plant in slight bewilderment, not quite sure what to make of this offering. it was cute.

« oh. »

razor stares expectantly at you as you watch him make no further attempt to move. you can’t help the laugh that escapes you, the banality of everything setting into your mind. or maybe you’re getting sleepy. you wonder: « do you know why, razor? »

a/n: secret santa secret santa secret santa anyway, this is my side of the secret santa gift for @absolutely-rational—i chose to write a thing for razor, but i barely play the game and i haven’t met him or own him* or anything so i apologise if it’s a little ooc ,,,, merry christmas and happy holidays ^^

p.s. as the man who’s good at saying very little in way too many words, the length of this fic just exploded and it’s alot longer than what i wanted it to be dskljfsldkja

heads-up

i write dialogues in what i will call the french/european system? anyway, i see that it's not the dialogue formatting that most english readers are accustomed to so i modified it slightly to be easier to understand basically dialogues will be within guillemets (« »), and words that are within the quotation marks but are italicised are actions and/or dialogue verbs.

hope that clears things out a bit and i hope you give me and my fic a chance :)

« weih… nachten…? »

he tilts his head slightly, not unlike a dog. what’s that? razor repeats your words slowly, tentatively, enunciating the foreign word with care. he wonders if the words sound strained coming from him. words are hard.

« that’s right! it’s a large festival in teyvat, and even more so in the city! you elaborated, sensing his confusion. here in mondstadt it’s called weihnachten and it’s supposed to be about, you know, spending time with friends and family, passing around gifts and presents to those you care about. »

you soon felt at ease as you continued: this world had its differences, but it had its similarities. it had its own equivalent of christmas. something that you know about. sure, maybe the origin is different, maybe it had different customs and traditions, but it was a comforting familiarity in the midst of everything that’s so staggeringly foreign. then again, you suppose that’s what drew you closer to the silver-haired boy: neither of you truly fit in, nor fully understood the strange world you happen to be in.

though at the very least, razor had his lupical. as bittersweet as it was, it warmed your heart to know that at least he had family to be around with during christmas, and well, around… in general.

« weihnachten. he says, this time with more conviction. how to celebrate? – well for starters, (where do you even begin?) we’d decorate our homes with all sorts of festive trinkets and we’d fill the streets with all sorts of sparkly things. garlands, lights, flowers, ribbons; decorations that’ll spruce up the place and make the city light up. it always made people cheer up and get in the holiday mood, especially at night when the fairy lights twinkle about! »

razor’s mouth moved in a silent gasp. then does that mean that those bright stars he liked so much were not stars, but rather lights? is that why they seemed to be brighter near the end of the year? the people from the city decorated, he considered. is that why the stars’ reflection, bouncing around in the lake, were an array of dazzling colours, from glittering red and shimmering green to captivating shade’s who’s name he doesn’t know?

« is why… sometimes stars explode? he wondered. – yup! though we don’t usually light up fireworks until new year’s. you wondered for a moment. do you like fireworks, razor? the silver-haired boy frowned, lost in thought, before shaking his head. – loud. scary. me and my lupical, we go hide. we don’t like… firework. »

you hummed in understanding. dogs have never been fond of fireworks and firecrackers either.

« fire is bad. why light firework? isn’t it big hassle? »

it reminded razor of the red, burny girl. fun person, friend! but the toys she uses are loud and dangerous, they create explosions and fire, just like fireworks.

« hmm, i guess… you pursed your lips in thought. good question. i guess that at this point we all just do it out of tradition. new year’s brings a lot of excitement, and people let it out by lighting them up. it’s also really pretty. »

the more he thought about it, and the more he learned about it, the less he understood the celebration. why? it’s loud and distracting. bright colours hurt eyes, doesn’t it? it’s time spent with your family, but razor is with his lupical everyday. do humans… not spend time with their lupical regularly? why is this specific day so special from the rest of the year? he doesn’t get all the funny dates and celebrations humans have to keep track of. seems like a big hassle. sounds complicated.

« no such thing as weihnachten in wolvendom, huh? »

he shook his head.

you tucked your finger under your chin, pondering, in slight puzzlement. back in your world, you would’ve been able to take pictures—maybe that would’ve helped him visualise it better—but you couldn’t here in teyvat. a sigh. anyway, it’s not like you had your camera on your person anymore, so you do your best to describe your happiest sensations, experiences, memories of christmas: the smell of hot cocoa on a cool winter morning, the crackle of firewood from the hearth, and the feeling of soft wool on your skin, hugging you from the biting cold. the merry and jovial carols sung by the star singers, the gleeful chattering between friends out on the street, and the boisterous cheering and partying coming from the many bars and restaurants in mondstadt. the comforting arias and prayers echoing from within the cathedral, the mouth-watering aroma and fragrance of treats from the christmas market, and the grand christmas tree placed at the heart of the city decorated with even more opulent and lavish garlands and baubles, the vivid glimmering lights reflected from your eyes.

describe the different little things that made christmas different and more special from the rest of the year.

somehow this time that you took to pay the wolf boy a visit was consumed by you rambling about the merry holiday, drivel that he listened to attentively and with a pure and honest kind of curiosity (even if he doesn’t always understand you) that you found endearing and made your heart flutter, until the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars adorning the city shined out, rivalling those peppering the night sky. until the howls from his family called him away from you, and until you motivated yourself to begin your trek back to mondstadt after sitting in the woods alone.

being with him was always a welcome distraction, you thought.

december 25th.

paimon was dozing off after stuffing her face full of the dishes from the christmas banquet (good for her!), the cup of tea you had between your hands had gotten cold, and your breath was fogging the frosted window in front of your desk. you mindlessly traced a smiley face on condensation. you can see the ever changing colourful lights blinking through the glass pane. you take another gulp of the unpleasant liquid, unsatisfying as you feel it slowly go down your throat. the calming and comforting scent it brought (it was chamomile) having long dissipated.

sighing, you pulled your fingers off the cold china, deciding it wasn’t worth finishing, and quietly slipped out of your room (which was graciously granted to you by the knights of favonius), taking care to slot the chair back under the desk and gently close the door behind you. you wondered if taking a walk would help you feel better. you tightened your shawl around you and buried your freezing hands into your pockets. head down, you quickened your pace to… wherever your legs were taking you.

another sigh.

you smiled almost bitterly to how much of a grinch you were being. you liked christmas, or rather, you liked what it stood for, and you liked the idea of spending the winter months with your closed ones.

a few hours ago, the knights of favonius had organised a small christmas party at angel’s share, and though they had thoroughly reassured you that you belonged and were included in this celebration, you couldn’t help but keep to yourself and stick to a corner of the bar. you couldn’t bring yourself to join in on the fun, or talk to others. you didn’t feel like it was your place to force yourself into their conversation, into their lives. you were grateful that they thought about you, and you didn’t want to question their kindness, but… you nursed your glass of virgin cocktail, peeling your eyes away from your wonky reflection on the liquid.

you weren’t exactly at home: you looked at jean and barbara, happily exchanging jokes and teases. a relaxed sort of conversation, banter which flowed, almost as if it were rehearsed, in a way that was only possible between sisters. that night, the deaconess wasn’t smiling as if she was holding back tears. the carefree girl was speaking with jean (rather than the acting grand master) who allowed herself some respite from the demanding position.

you look at the uncharacteristic smile on the bartender’s (who happened to be none other than diluc that evening) face, and you doubted that kaeya, sharp-eyed as ever, missed it either. it was subtle. but it was there. you don’t miss the way the cavalry captain held back on his sarcastic remarks or the way diluc wasn’t being “deliberately uncivil” (as kaeya would put it) either; the way the red-head indulges kaeya’s seemingly insatiable thirst for alcohol while the latter makes an effort to maintain a friendly, if curt, chatter.

a particularly loud giggle drew your gaze back at the two sisters: lisa seemed to have joined them. you sipped your beverage, half-hearted. the three seemed to have started a rather animate discussion. you hear them laugh again. it makes you frown, but you shake your head, pushing those angry thoughts out of your mind. just because you’re miserable (even though you shouldn’t be—your friends are with you) doesn’t mean they have to feel down with you.

setting your glass down on the table, you wondered if you would've felt better if you were with someone closer to your age, but amber had gone home early: she dropped by and hung out for a bit before going home to spend time with her family. your glass is empty now. you feel… envious. you wished you could spend this christmas season with your family. it’s not fair. it’s not fair.

your favonian family, and yet you were out of place.

you excused yourself early from the gathering, the other members politely bidding you farewell and a merry christmas (« frohe weichnachten! »), and quickly went up the path leading to the order’s headquarters, wanting to hide away in your room as soon as possible.

now, you stop before the lavish tree: it’s as grand and brilliant as it’s always been. but now it seems much too bright. the colours an eyesore. singing sounds more like knives being dug into your eardrums.

your head hurts.

a humourless chuckle escaped you. you used to take turns with your sibling on who got to slot in the christmas topper.

this year was their turn.

back then, your sibling made a point to hang gingerbread treats on the tree, and you made a point to eat them behind their back come christmas morning.

normally, you’d be sharing gifts with your sibling during this time of the year.

your entire life they’ve always been there by your side, and you by theirs. for better or for worse, you kept each other company. you’ve always spent christmas with them.

this was your first christmas without.

the rest of your thoughts are jumbled, incoherent. something your long term memory didn’t deem worthy of keeping, so they simply fizzled away. everything was a blur as your feet carried you outside the city, away from… it doesn't matter. just away. carried you away. happiest time of the year. but you’re here alone, with no one you know and to call home in a world you don’t recognise. far away from the land you once knew.

panting, you stopped in your tracks when you realised you’ve started sprinting. what were you doing, you chastised yourself. can’t you act a little more mature? finally lifting your gaze, you took in your surroundings; instinctively your feet must’ve taken you to wolvendom. you kicked a stray pebble under your boot. not like that afterthought was going to help much. it’s not like anyone was waiting for you here either, razor was probably with his lupical. hunting or snoozing away.

with little care, you let out an exasperated sigh as you let yourself plop ungracefully to the ground, listless.

you sit there in silence, nothing to accompany you except for the cacophonous ringing of crickets in the forest. you drew your knees closer to you. what were you doing here? it’s cold. you hear thistle crack, and so you defensively draw your sword as you rose to your feet, only to be met with a familiar mop of fluffy silver hair.

« it’s night. dangerous here. »

was his curt greeting. you lowered your sword, shoulders relaxing.

you opened your mouth, ready to apologise, make up some sort of excuse, let him know you’re leaving, when something else caught your eye: « you kept the scarf? »

he blinked. once, twice: « you gave it to me. he said, very matter-of-factly. you are my lupical. it is… treasure… razor paused, correcting himself. treasured, possession. »

having realised that the intruder was not dangerous, the wolf boy came closer and gently pressed his forehead against yours and nuzzled your face. a small laugh escaped you as you returned the affectionate gesture, something you’ve learned was his customary greeting. it was cold out, but his touch was enough to bring feeling back to your cold self and make you warm and fuzzy inside.

still resting your head on his, you asked, timidly: « is it ok if i stay here for a bit? » it came out as a whisper, unsure if you’re any better staying here rather than back in the city. but as he nodded in agreement, your shoulders loosened as you let go of tension you weren’t aware you were building up again. you slumped into him, burying your face into him and held him in a loose hug. razor, as for him, let himself be snuggled to your heart’s content, happy to receive such fondness.

« today is special day, isn’t it? » his blood-red eyes peered inquisitively back at you, arms wrapping around you as he tries to remain as close to you as physically possible.

« mhm. » you mumbled non-commitally into his shoulder, opting to pull yourself closer to him and nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

« not go celebrate in city? » razor asked, perplexed. he thought that you said this was a big celebration to be had around other people? despite his bemusement, he rested his chin on the top of your head. it makes him all warm and soft inside, the thought of you choosing to spend this special day with him of all people. it makes him happy. he hopes you’re happy too. the wold boy gives you a once-over and his brows creased in slight worry: you’re really quiet today. why?

« uh-uh. » you grunted, shaking your head against his shoulder, your hair brushing against his clothes. the chunky scarf you gave him, the one you were convinced he was going to throw out due to its garish colours, tickled your exposed skin. he kept it. you smiled, touched. he kept it. it still smelled faintly of fabric softener, but marked by the smell of pine trees and something sweet, something you associated with brewing thunderstorms. you’ve always found rain and thunder to be comforting.

being with razor comforts you.

he wasn’t much of a talker. you both knew this. silence is ok though. he’s happy to be with you. but razor wonders why you’re so quiet today. concern flashes through his mind and he turns your gaze upwards, making you face him. you can’t possibly imagine what pathetic expression you were pulling and you quickly try to cover your despondence—but it was a fruitless venture.

« you smell sad. he watched you, a worried look on his face. »

you scrambled for some explanation, reassuring him that it’s nothing. that you’re not being a downer. that you’re happy. but he’s decided: « wait here. »

knowing that there was no restraining him once he’s made up his mind, especially when it’s something to do with the ones he considered close to him, you reluctantly let razor peel you off of him. as you watch him scurry away, you find yourself dearly missing his warmth, the comfort and safety of his arms. was staying here a good idea? you wrapped your arms around yourself. maybe you should leave. you’re ruining the mood. you’re disturbing wolvendom’s peace. before you could finish that line of thought, the wolf boy returned, this time carrying a handful of… something with him.

they threatened to tumble out of his grasp, but ultimately stayed put as he returned to his original position and held them out into your general direction, showcasing whatever he had procured. in his hands were multiple plants which bore small scarlet berries and oval, evergreen leaves. a plant you immediately recognised.

« i remember… purple mentor say ‘mistletoe’ a big part of weihnachten. »

you looked at the plant in slight bewilderment, not quite sure what to make of this offering. it was cute.

« oh. »

he blinked, clueless, before looking at the mistletoes in his hand with confusion, coming to the realisation that no, he didn’t actually know why it’s so important. it’s not edible. maybe because it’s pretty? the city has many red lights and white lights. some mistletoes are red and others are white?

he continues to stare at the berry, as if it would cave in and reveal its secrets to him if he sustained his efforts. taking his prolonged silence as his answer (though you had expected for him to not actually know—knowing lisa, she would’ve just offhandedly mentioned them. and when razor would’ve asked her about what they meant, she’d just smile without answering him), you filled him in, your voice filled with mirth: « people usually kiss underneath mistletoes. »

he turned his gaze back to you before voicing the conclusion he had come to: « this mean, i have to kiss you? »

you chuckled. « only if you want to. »

he looks at the plant, giving it a long hard look, then back at you.

it wasn’t much, it wasn’t spectacular. hell, it was more of a ghost of a kiss than anything. but you still smiled as his lips brushed on yours. a peck, which lasted too long yet not long enough. awkward, but endearing. your textbook first kiss, including the warm fluttery feeling of butterflies that so often preached about, if only a little more clumsy.

it’s cute.

he’s so genuine, earnest, in his endeavours. it makes your heart soar. he’s sweet. you don’t deserve this kindness but he gives them away without a second thought.

you don’t deserve to be happy during christmas, especially not when your sibling was still out there, alone and potentially afraid. maybe, no, it definitely is selfish for you to enjoy this day. pretend like everything is alright just for this one moment. that you’re not some traveler stuck in a strange and unknown world, that you’re not desperately trying to find your sibling and a way out. act carefree, and get to be you. but goddammit does he make you so so happy that your heart clenches and that you can’t help but smile from ear to ear. you deserve to be miserable today; you feel like shit, really. but you’re also really happy, and glad, and relieved, and maybe a little tired.

it’s all too much, and you feel so much at once that you just don’t know how to handle this anymore. overwhelmed. you smiled and laughed giddily as the waterworks started (despite your best efforts), and you’re a mess, and definitely a bit sleepy, but you’re stupidly happy today. stupidly happy because of him.

this alarmed the boy, watching you laugh between hiccups, sobbing despite wearing a large smile. for humans, tears are sad. smiles are happy. were you ok? he’s confused. did he do something wrong?

« why crying? » he fretted, slightly panicked. he jumped to fuss over you, wipe away your tears, gently cradling your face with a gentleness that you would’ve never thought he was capable of when you first met.

you laughed as you wiped your face. « these are happy tears. » you try to explain.

he’s your home. your lupical. someone you’re at rest with, and safe with. you love him.

your words get caught in your throat, unable to express everything you want to tell him. so instead, you engulf him in a hug. something he was caught off guard from, stiffening, but quickly relaxed and embraced you back. still a little unsure, he comforts and reassures you the only way he knows how: patting your head. when he’s down head pats makes him feel better. he hopes you’ll feel better.

« thank you. » you said softly, shakily, sniffling. thank you for being here. thank you for being you.

you’re not as alone as you thought, you never really were. together, in your own small corner of the world. your home: razor.

as you cuddled together, passing the time by naming and pointing at the celestial canvas above you, you realised: maybe this year, as unfortunate as it had been, didn’t have to end on a bad note. at some point, razor had shared his ridiculously large scarf with you, wrapping it around the both of you. and slowly, your words slowed, your breaths evened out. you pressed more of your weight against him as you felt your eyes droop. you’re safe. you’re with razor. you’ll fall asleep, and when you wake up he’ll be there. as drowsiness takes you over, you think to yourself ‘yeah, i’m happy.’

you’re happy here. in this one time, one place, with razor, you’re happy.

and you hope that wherever they are, your sibling is happy too. and that they’ll forgive you for being selfish, for being happy despite everything.

you hoped that your mirror image had someone to spend christmas with.

somewhere—someone they felt at rest with.

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myrandomfandomramblings · 3 years

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Madarcher fanfic - In which Alice and Robin try on some of OUAT's most iconic gowns

It had been six months since the united realm was created and Alice and Robin had split their time between their two favourite things: exploring and being with the people they love. They had just returned from an adventure that took them through Arendelle and the Southern Isles to Neverland, Avalon and Treasure Island. It had been the perfect opportunity to practice the seafaring skills Nook had been teaching them and they were eager to tell him all about it and hopefully convince him to accompany them next time. Therefore, as soon as they had docked their borrowed vessel at Storybrooke marina they made their way to Alice’s Papa’s new place of work, Mr. Gold’s Pawnshop.

Nook had taken over running the shop shortly after the realms were united as a way to honour his old friend. He also viewed it as an opportunity to get to know people and be connected with the community. It didn’t hurt that organizing the store was essentially a treasure hunt, either. When the little bell above the door rang announcing the girls’ arrival Nook immediately dropped what he was doing to envelope them both in a hug. After touching on how much they missed each other. Alice quickly took hold of the conversation telling her Papa all about her and Robin’s latest adventure. When she was done Nook was beaming.

“I’m glad you ladies had such a wonderful time and were able to put my lessons to good use,” he offered, “and I’m glad your home in time for the ball, I was worried you were going to miss it.”

The ball he was referring to was being organized to celebrate the uniting of the realms. It had been scheduled for the 6-month anniversary of the united realm’s creation in order to give everybody enough time to get settled. When it was first announced Alice had been ecstatic. She had never been to a ball before and looked forward to dressing up all fancy and spending the night enjoying free food and dancing with the people she loved, but her busy adventures had pushed the ball completely out of her mind.

“I completely forgot,” Alice explained.

“Me too,” Robin added, “when is it again?”

“Tonight,” Nook answered, “In five hours, to be exact,” he added, checking his pocket watch.

“So, we have five hours to eat lunch, have showers, buy dresses, and get ready for the ball,” Robin supplied, “and if we want to stay at the ball later than 8pm, I think we’ll need to find time for a nap, because I for one am wiped.”

Alice nodded in agreement. Her face had taken on a look of disappointment as Robin talked but then lit back up.

“Well, it won’t be easy but if anyone can do it, we can. Where should we start?” she asked.

“I think I can help,” Nook offered, “There is a rack of ballgowns in the back that I just finished organizing. I’m sure you can find something suitable among them and while you do, I’ll run across the street to Granny’s and get us all something for lunch.”

“That would be great!” Robin exclaimed

“Thanks Papa,” Alice added, placing a kiss on Nook’s cheek before grabbing her fiancé’s hand and pulling her further into the store.

They found the rack of dresses Nook was referring to without problem and Alice immediately grabbed a handful of hangers and handed them to Robin.

“This will be fun,” Alice exclaimed, “I loved playing dress-up when I was wee but there was never anybody to play with in the tower,” she finished taking a handful of hangers for herself.

Robin had hung the dresses Alice had given her on a hook in one of the newly constructed changerooms.

“Some of these are ridiculous,” Robin said as she thumbed through them. “There’s no way I could wear them to the ball.”

“You can’t know that until you try them on,” Alice replied hanging her own dresses in the changing room across from Robin, “and even if you can’t wear them to the ball, that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun trying them on.”

“Fine,” Robin relented, “but I’m only doing this for you.”

Alice smiled and clapped her hands together. “You’ll enjoy it. Just wait and see,” she said before disappearing behind the curtain.

Robin closed the curtain in front of her own change room and began changing into the dress at the front of her pile. It was blue and looked more like a cupcake or a jellyfish then a ballgown.

She rolled her eyes but put it on determined to make this experience as fun as possible for Alice. Afterall, she remembered spending hours as a kid playing dress up with her friends and Alice deserved those kinds of happy memories too.

When Robin finally got the dress on and emerged from the change room Alice was already waiting for her and upon seeing each other both girls broke into fits of laughter.

Alice’s dress was black and burgundy with exquisitely bedazzled seems and the biggest and spikiest collar Robin had ever seen.

After catching her breath Alice spoke, “I like the colour,” she offered, “and these are kinda cool,” she added running her hand through the streamers hanging from Robin’s skirt.

“and I don’t hate that neckline for you,” Robin offered gesturing to the deep-V of Alice’s dress as a blush covered her cheeks, “but I think we can agree neither of these are a winner.”

Alice nodded, “Well then onto the next,” she said slipping back into her change room.

Robin followed suit. The next dress on her pile was only slightly better than the first but she changed into it excitedly, anticipating Alice’s reaction. Alice’s laugh and smile was all it had taken to energize Robin and get her into the game.

When Robin emerged, she was once again met with that magical laugh.

“Oh my gosh, we look like a bedroom set,” Robin laughed taking in Alice’s white, feathered gown.

It complemented Robin’s red and white dress with a seemingly quilted front, almost perfectly.

“Wait, I have the perfect thing to complete the set,” Alice exclaimed before disappearing back into her change room then reappearing in a large, white fur jacket with red lining.

Robin burst into laughter as Alice twirled to show off her newest accessory.

“We’d definitely be the talk of the town,” Robin offered.

“We could become mascots for Sleepy’s new mattress store,” Alice replied.

“Or we could try on more dresses,” Robin countered

“Deal,” Alice replied disappearing once again behind the changeroom curtain.

Robin was surprised and happy to find her next dress was actually quite pretty. It was shiny purple and strapless with some jewels inlayed on the bodice and a huge skirt.

Alice had once again beat Robin out of the changeroom. She stood waiting in a simple black, beaded dress that highlighted her figure.

(See Cruella's dress above - because I can only have 10 images)

“Wow,” Robin stuttered “You look good, like really good.”

Alice blushed and let out a short laugh, “Thanks, you look gorgeous.”

It was Robin’s turn to flush. “Thanks, it is beautiful, but I just don’t really think it’s me. Too purple. Too poufy. Just too princess. You know?”

Alice nodded. “I like poufy and colourful,” she replied, “this one’s kind of boring,” she added running her hands down her dress.

Robin laughed. “Fair enough. Should we try the next ones?”

Alice agreed and both girls returned to their change rooms. Robin’s next dress was not ball worthy, but she was having so much fun playing dress up with her fiancé she didn’t care. She quickly put it on and was surprised to find that she had beat Alice out of the changeroom. Alice emerged a couple minutes later in a stunning red ballgown with long sleeves.

“I think, that’s the best one yet,” Robin said, “you look beautiful.”

Alice smiled “You too,” she replied, “I like the green on you. It brings out your eyes.”

Robin laughed. “Thanks Al. I like the colour too. But there is no way I can wear this to the ball. It’s way too short.” She emphasized the ‘way’ as she pulled the dress down for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to keep it covering her butt.

“I don’t see the problem.” Alice teased giving Robin an exaggerated wink.

“It’s probably for the best,” Robin pushed on, “if we went like this we’d look like a walking Christmas display.”

Alice shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that. Christmas is great. Yummy cookies, snow to play in and lots of time with loved ones. But I don’t think this is the right dress either. Still a little too plain.”

Robin nodded. “In that case, onto the next.”

Robin was down to the last dress Alice had handed her. She stepped out of the change room at the exact same time as Alice and they immediately both stopped.

“That’s the one,” they exclaimed in unison as their eyes landed on each other.

“I know,” they both replied.

Robin gestured for Alice to spin and she obliged. Her gown was shiny blue, with a big, poufy skirt and covered in decorative embellishments.

“You look wonderful,” Robin said, “that one really suits you.”

Alice was beaming. “Ya, I think it’s a winner,” she said admiring herself in the mirror. “But enough about me. Look at you. Talk about beaty and elegance.”

Robin’s dress was gold, with a skirt that was long but not too poufy and an embellished neckline with off the shoulder sleeves.

Robin smiled. “It is pretty beautiful. But the real question is can we move in them.” She offered a hand to Alice. “May I have this dance.”

“Why. Of course.” Alice answered in her poshest tone.

They started by simply swaying back and forth but as they continued to dance the moves became more and more elaborate. By the time Nook returned with the food they were spinning and dipping each other all over the store.

“Save something for the ball,” he said coming through the door.

The girls stopped dancing immediately, distracted by the delicious smell wafting from the carry-out.

“You both look beautiful,” he offered, “I might even have to give you those dresses on the house.”

Alice and Robin smiled and shared their thanks before heading back to the changerooms while Nook set up the food.

30 minutes later. They were leaving the pawnshop with full stomachs and two beautiful dresses and three hours after that they were rested, showered, dolled up and on their way to the ball to dance the night away.

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

no one liked the first part but fuck you a part two

part one

Dabi x reader (we’ll get there)

warnings: Drinking, abuse, cannon divergence, swearing, spooky stuff

word count: 2,000 (about)

summary: the longer you stay with these ghosts the less you feel like yourself, as if something else had taken your place.

“Shoto, can we talk?” you asked quietly, as he poked at his bowl of cereal. Everything had seemingly gone back to normal, the only evidence that last night had even happened was the marks left around your throat. He shook his head and you sighed.

“Shoto, we have to talk about last night,” you said. His cheeks went hot with shame.

“I-I’m sorry please don’t be mad,” he pleaded tears filling his eyes. You blanched not knowing how to deal with this.

“No, No I’m not mad Shoto,” you reassured him, he didn’t calm down.

“It’s my fault!” he shouted putting his face in his hands.

“Sweetheart no,” you tried again, then on impulse you added “I won’t leave,” he sniffled and looked up at you.

“You’re going to stay?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m not going anywhere,” you said, reaching out to him, he winced and you didn’t touch him, not completing the action waiting for him to come to you, eventually he did. Giving you his hand to squeeze reasuringly.

“What happened lastnight wasn’t your fault, and it’s not going to scare me away.” you declared patting his soft cheeks dry with a napkin.

“Does that kind of thing happen a lot?” you asked and he nodded. “And did something like that happen and the last nanny got scared away because of it?” you asked and he nodded.

“The last three,”

“Well, Not me, that mean old ghost isn’t anything I haven’t delt with before,” you said in an effort to sooth him.

“He’s not mean- not most of the time anyways,” Shoto defended. “He just gets mad sometimes and it’s scary but he wouldn’t hurt me,” this supprised you, and you couldn’t help but not believe him. Even if this ghost loved him, even if this ghost was family, it could still hurt him.

“Do you know his name?” you asked. Shoto crossed over to you and cupped his hands around your ear before whispering in that loud breathy way children whispered.

“Toya,”

You didn’t plan on doing much that day, both of you too shell shocked for chit chat about books or a trip to the movies but you were saved from having to do any planning by a loud ringing of the door bell.

It made you jump. Anyone who worked at the home just came and went as they pleased, as did Enji, and any pakages came through the back door. You realized this must be the first time you’d heard the door bell rung. Shoto looked equally puzzled.

“Do you want to go see who it is?” you asked and he nodded sticking out his hand for you to take hold of. The two of you went down stares and just as you reached to forer you saw a white haired man about your age being welcomed in.

“Natsuo!” Shoto called out dropping your hand to rush to the man. Natsuo laughed and crouched catching Shoto in his arms and whisking him up in a tight hug.

“Hey kiddo!” he laughed happily than turned to you.

“Sorry for the unannounced visit, If I had had your number I would have called you,” he said, you offered him a tight smile. As bad as you were dealing with children you were even worse with your peers.

“No truoble at all, I’m (y/n) the nanny,” you said taking the hand he offered you and shaking it furmly.

“Natsuo, i’m the older brother,”

You warmed up to Natsuo quickly. It was hard not to like him when Shoto was so clearl thrilled to see him. He seemed like a good guy and you spent the day playing with hot wheeles with the two of them. You even let Shoto stay up passed his bedtime so he could spend somemore time with his brother, and when he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open any longer, Natsuo put him to bed.

“Can I get you a drink before you leave?” you offered.

“I’d love that,” he said. The cook had already left for the day, but you could manage yourself just fine. You poured him a glass of wine, then a glass for yourself, you both stood around the counter drinking and talking in hushed tones together.

“I’m surprised you took the job honestly,” he said, now just taking a quick swig form the wine bottle before passing it to you so you could take a drink too.

“I needed it,” you admitted.

“Still, there are better places to work, better people to work for,” he said bitterly.

“To be fair, I don’t know your father as well as you do,” you siad.

“But you heard the rummors right?”

“Just the ones that this place is haunted.” He scoffed, taking another drink.

“That all is bullshit, I’m talking about what people say about dad,”

“That I haven’t heard,”

“Well they aren’t rummors you know? T’sall true. He beat our mom until she went nuts and killed his own son. Everyone knows he did it too, but he’s got that rich bastard money so all his problems dispeared,” he spat drunkenly. There was an uncomfortable pause after that, you weren’t sure what to say after that, and Natsuo seemd to realized he’s killed the mood.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s okay, can you tell me about your brother?” you asked. Natsuo shrugged.

“He’s a good kid, but you know that, Shoto’s a good kid.”

“Sorry, not Shoto, your other brother,” you pried furhter. He sighed deaply.

“Toya was a mother fucker.” he said stuggling to think of anything else. “But I loved him. He was, mean and a son of a bitch but we were thick as theives growing up, he faught with dad alot, but I loved him.” He told you. It wasn’t much to go on but you guessed you should be glad that you had gotten that much.

“Fuyumi was the smart one she always had her nose in some book but we’d pull her hair to get her to chase us… god I miss her i’should call er,” he mumbled to himself.

“Natsuo do you want me to call you a cab? You probably shouldn’t be driving,”

“That be great, thank you.”

You called the cab. And saw Natsou off. And then you were alone, in this large house that felt so small. You turned off the lights in the house, as much as you hated to do so, and started to make your way upstairs. You gripped the hand rail tightly, and looked down at your feet making sure they landed firmly on the stair each time before you trusted your leg with your weight.

You were drunk, although not as drunk as Natsou and your vision blured slightly around the edges. There was a low groaning sound as the house settled and you stopped for a moment resting your head agains the railing. You were too drunk to deal with any ghosts right now.

“Please don’t” you said softly, hoping in vain that if someone was listening the would grant your plea. You straightend. Getting dizzy from the sudden head rush, and kept marching up the stairs. You felt your way down the hall using the walls as guidance to your room. Your sad room that felt so small.

You needed a shower you decided and stumbled to the bathroom. You took off your shirt, then your pants, then your undergarments. You looked at yourself in the mirror there was another person in the mirror. Ablurry second you. Naked, ecept for your silver locket, thick purple bruises still on your neck.

You could see there were scars running down your chest and arms from the last time you had taken the locket off. But this time is different. You thought. She’s gone, she can’t hurt you anymore. You felt like you were going to throw up, but whether it was the alcohol or the thought of your mother it was hard to tell.

Quickly you turned on the watter and stepped into the shower embracing the ice cold spray. You took a shuddering breath and balled your hands into fists.

You had been devastated when your mother died. Your father had left before you were born and she was all you had. Of course, she was dead, but not gone. It was hard to ignore her screaming and thrashing at her own funeral, demanding that people look at her, see her. But you had to pretend that she wasn’t there. After all, no one else could see her. You had been gifted the locket the next day, and moved in with your Aunt the day after that.

And your mother followed. Sometimes, you talked with her, sometimes you ignored her. Sometimes she kept quiet and let you ignore her, but often she didn’t. It had been horible watching her spirit wither away, litterally loseing pieces of her self day by day. You had just been a child, you hadn’t known any better. You were just scared of losing your mom.

When your mother possessed you, it set her back to normal, at least for a little while, all her peices were there. And she was so happy everytime too, so proud of you. She would smile and tell you how wonderful it was to eat again, to sing and be seen, all the things living people take for granted. It was awful everytime, to be ejected from your body and losing chunks of time and memory, you could still rembebr how empty it all felt.

But it made her so happy, and it ment you wouldn’t have to say goodbye. It became easier and easier for your mom to take over, until she just had to touch your locket to be in control of you while your own contious slipped away. She had started taking over more and more often too.

It was awful, you had just wanted to be in your own body for a single day so you took your locket off.

You flipped the watter from cold to hot, deciding that you had sobered up enough and wanting a bit of comfort. You set the water so hot that it burned, but burned in a good way. You breathed in the steam and watched your fingers prune before finally turning off the shower. You towled off and looked at your self in the mirror again. Just one you this time.

It was late, nearly one in the morning. But you weren’t ready to turn in yet. You slipped on your robe and started padding around the halls. The robe was soft and a deep wine red color. You had never had a robe before, let a lone felt the need to use one, but it had come with the job, provided for you like the soap and the toilet paper.

The house was stil dark, still empty. Quiet and still except for the sound of your foot steps, your wet feet sticking slightly to the hard wood floor and pealing off of it with ever step. It didn’t take long for you to get lost, it never did, but you didn’t mind. You just wandered, deaftly poking the bruises on your neck to feel the sting.

Part of the hall way was illuminated by moonlight streaming through a glass door. You looked out and saw a balcony that you had never seen before. You reached out and touched the door nob. Unlocked.

You opened the door and stepped out into the crisp air night, the cold concrete felt good on your feet as the night breese fluttered your still damp hair. It was a full moon tonight. You could see hundreds of starts above you in the sky, the mansion was so far out from the citty that light polution wasn’t a problem.

The stone parapet was thick enough to sit on, so you did, letting your legs dangle over the edge. It was so far down. You noted, then wondered what floor of the house you were even on. Where exactly where you anyway? You kicked you feet back and forth watching them swing above the courtyard.

And when you looked up, the ghost from last night was there. Standing in the air. He gave you a small two-finger salute. Then he spoke

“Hello there.”

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riversofmars · 3 years

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Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your lovely comments, very happy you all approve of my choice of cast lol! I'm still in the early stages of setting up the story so I'm still mulling over some of the details but I think it's coming together. This chapter actually took a lot of restructuring and rewriting but slowly I'm getting there I hope. I really hope it works for all of you, I've re-read it so many times now that I can't see the wood for trees so I'm just gonna post it now and hope for the best lol :D Enjoy!

Chapter 3: There’s Stories About Us

London, late 19th Century

“Why don’t you have a seat?“ To Vastra, the Doctor’s pacing around the drawing room was becoming increasingly irritating. She was engrossed in the file River had left behind and refused to sit down.

“I think better on my feet.“ The Doctor retorted without looking up. It was the first full sentence she had spoken since picking up the file. Her expression was unreadable.

“Is it still five sugars?“ Jenny questioned, pouring tea for everyone, hoping to lighten the Doctor’s mood.

“You do know her well.“ Yaz commented while the Doctor just took the cup without comment and carried on.

“I take it she doesn’t talk much about her past?“ Vastra easily picked up on the hint of jealousy in the young woman’s voice. The Silurian had seen it many times. The Doctor was very private and by neglecting to speak about their past, they tended to make the person they were travelling with feel all the more special. To them it was like they were the first person to experience all the wonders of the universe with them. Finding out about all those that came before them wasn’t always easy.

“She never… I never expected her to have a family.“ Yaz looked over to the Doctor who was still walking up and down the drawing room, mumbling under her breath as she kept reading. She briefly put her cup down on the mantle of the fireplace so she could turn a page. Her brow was knitted in a deep frown, she was restless though more level-headed than before.

“I don’t think she expected it, either.“ Vastra conceded, taking a sip of her own tea. As she watched Yaz’s reactions to the change of circumstances, she felt reminded of the time the Doctor had regenerated and Clara had struggled to adjust to them changing. This situation wasn’t so different, Yaz was struggling as well. They were all going through a big change, and the Doctor even more so than the rest of them. Vastra could tell the Doctor was different from her last regeneration, even without the added pressure of finding out about having a child. This Doctor reminded her so much more of the one they had accompanied to Demon’s Run, than the one they had last seen. It seemed fitting as again, a child’s life was on the line; just one generation on.

“Why does her wife not travel with her?“ Yaz turned to Vastra with the question that had been bothering her.

“Professor Song travels in time as well. Their timelines are not always synchronised.“ Vastra explained, hoping not to reveal too much. It wasn’t her place.

“So like The Time Traveller’s Wife?“ Yaz asked, but found herself looking into confused faces. “It’s a book, do you not… right 19th Century…“ She waved it away but it gave her cause to think. Being out of sync with the person you loved had to be incredibly hard indeed. She remembered crying over that book and she couldn’t imagine this would turn out to be a more cheerful tale.

Suddenly, the Doctor halted in her tracks, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Is everything alright, Doctor?“ Yaz asked as their friend’s face went very white as she stared at the page in front of her.

——

Darillium, 52nd Century

River stirred slowly, a light breeze tickled her nose though she couldn’t remember leaving a window open. The bed was soft and familiar, she stretched her limbs into the silky sheets and hummed contently after a good night’s sleep. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up slowly when she realised something was off. It should not be as quiet as it was; and she should not have slept through the night. The explanation to her questions perched on the side of the bed. The Doctor was feeding a bottle to his son who quite happily curled into his father’s arm, allowing his mother some well deserved rest.

“You can lie back down if you like, we’ve got this, haven’t we.“ The Doctor gave her a soft smile when he noticed her sitting up.

“How long have you been up?“ She asked, her voice sleepy still. She hadn’t heard either of them waking.

“You know I’m always awake before you.“ The Doctor reminded her. River smiled, her hearts swelled at the sight in front of her. She couldn’t remember ever seeing her husband look so utterly content and happy. She wanted to enjoy the moment but a strange, unsettling feeling was seeping into her subconscious

“Yeah but I didn’t even notice…“ She looked around, wondering what was intruding on this perfect moment.

“Everything okay?“ The Doctor asked with a frown. He lay the empty bottle down on the bed and pulled his son against his chest.

“I just…“ River couldn’t put her finger on it. It was like things weren’t adding up. “When did we come back?“

“What do you mean?“ The Doctor started sounding more concerned. He gently tapped and rubbed the baby’s back.

“Vastra, Jenny, Strax… the Library…“ Slowly River’s memories were returning but they weren’t compatible with where she was.

“What are you talking about? Did you have a particularly vivid dream?“ The Doctor chuckled. “Or nightmare, rather, if Strax featured.“

“The sunrise.“ River looked out of the window to see orange and purple stretching across the sky.

“It’s almost time.“ The Doctor nodded with a soft smile. “First light.“

“But we’ve already seen it.“ River looked back to him, confused.

“I think I’d remember if we’d already watched the sunrise after twenty-four years of waiting for it.“ The Doctor retorted amused. “Are you feeling okay?“

“This isn’t right…“ River shook her head slowly. Her hearts sank at the painful realisation. “I’m not meant to be here…“ She wanted to lean forward, reach for her husband, touch her son, but she didn’t dare.

“River…“ The Doctor said but she shook her head more firmly.

“No, I left before I even… and you didn’t…“ She looked at him with sorrow and the genuine concern in his eyes only made it harder. This was where she wanted to be.

“River.“ He reached out for her but she pulled away.

“This isn’t real, it can’t be, I…“ River turned away and closed her eyes, shaking her head to herself. Her hearts ached. She wanted this to be real so badly but she knew better. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

“River!“ This time, the voice changed pitch and River woke with a start.

“Anita.“ River looked up to her colleague, blinking against the morning light. She found herself surrounded by piles of books and notes, back in the artificial reality of the Library. She must have fallen asleep on the sofa while reading last night.

“Considering we probably don’t actually need sleep in here, you were very difficult to wake up.“ Anita pointed out and held out a coffee to her. “Went anywhere nice?“

“You could say that…“ River gave a mournful smile but quickly put her walls back up, projecting confidence and assurance. “Thanks.“ She took the coffee offered to her and sat up properly. “Takes some getting used to, doesn’t it. I didn’t realise we’d dream…“ She gave a wary smile. Though it felt like real life, she couldn’t quite let herself fall for the comforting illusion; not yet anyway. Not while she was still so deeply concerned with what was going on in the universe beyond.

“It feels like real life.“ Anita shrugged and took a sip of her own mug as she perched on the coffee table. “Certainly beats the alternative.“

“Certainly does.“ River admitted.

“So what have you been up to? Everyone was meeting up for breakfast and when you didn’t show up, I thought I’d check on you.“ Anita revealed her reason for being here and River glanced to the clock on the wall.

“Are the kids up, too?“ She found herself asking, almost instinctively.

“Been up ages. CAL said they thought it best to let you sleep, you were in a happy place.“ Anita explained with a smile. She hadn’t taken River Song for the mothering type but she had taken on that role without a second thought. She seemed to be taking comfort in it.

“I suppose I was…“ River thought back to Darillium and the Doctor, the perfect family life they could have had, had she just stayed. She took a deep breath to maintain her composure.

“So what’s all this?“ Anita asked, gesturing at the mess around them.

“Ah, just a bit of light reading…“ River smiled weakly, sipping her coffee. It tasted just like the real deal.

“You call this light?“ Anita laughed. “What are you researching?“ She picked up a sheet of paper that River had been making notes on.

“I may have… lied to you about why I agreed to lead this expedition… It wasn’t just for the money.“ River answered slowly, realising there was little point in keeping secrets now. They would be spending eternity together and River knew she needed a friend. She’d gotten on well with Anita from the start and she wanted someone to confide in. “The Library is the sum knowledge of the universe, as it were, and I needed access. Looks like I got more than I bargained for, eh?“ River joked but the sorrow behind her eyes was easily spotted.

“I’m not trying to be rude or anything but… what’s the point now?“ Anita asked, contemplating her words. “Technically, to the universe, we’re dead…“ She could tell River wasn’t adjusting all too well.

“Doesn't mean that the universe out there stops, does it?“ River pointed out.

“Are you trying to get out of here?“ Anita raised her eyebrows.

“And go where? None of us have a body to go to.“ River gave a bitter laugh. “No… but eventually, he’ll come…“

“Your Doctor? The one from your time?“ Anita asked and River nodded:

“One day, I’m sure of it.“

“And you need all this for when he does?“ Anita concluded, feeling like she was beginning to make sense of the professor’s actions. “So tell me what this is? Maybe I can help.“ She picked up more notes, skimming them.

“They’re stories, myths, every record, every…“ River started but Anita was quick to pick up on one unifying factor as she picked up more of the articles:

“It’s all about you.“ Anita looked up with amusement. River Song had a reputation of course. She was an accomplished archeologist who had published a lot of research. Who would have thought that there were also plenty of books and articles about her, not just by her.

“Some of it. I always told him there were stories about us… he was modified.“ River smiled as she recalled bringing it up with the Doctor.

“The Doctor?“ Anita asked to confirm. “Is he your husband?“ She exclaimed as she continued reading.

“Afraid so.“ River chuckled.

“So are you going to tell me why you’re doing this? Or will I have to drag it out of you?“ Anita prompted, looking back to her.

“This is just the start… it might look like a lot already but really, I’m just a tiny speck of dust in his life. There is so much more I don’t know, so much more that’s in his future and in his distant past…“ River mused. This was just a tiny fraction of the records she’d found so far.

“You’re not just being nostalgic, are you?“ Anita asked, putting the books down to give her her full attention.

“Before I joined the expedition, I received a message from a friend, someone who deals in information. They came to me with concerns about a prophecy and rumours.“ River said, tightening her grip around her mug. “Now, there are a lot of prophecies out there and I don’t pay much heed to any of them, but there was something about it… stories of a Timeless Child that somehow relates to the Doctor, to me… and as it happened, I just found out I was pregnant at the time.“ She explained and Anita’s eyes widened in shock at the revelation.

“Were you still pregnant when…“ Anita was stunned. She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

“No, thankfully.“ River smiled, touched by her concern. “My son is fine, he’s with some dear friends. He was three weeks old when I set off to the Library…“ She revealed with a sad smile, wondering how the Paternoster Gang was getting on. Surely they were doing an excellent job at looking after her little one… but she regretted her choice nonetheless. She should never have come here.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea.“ Anita reached out and gave River’s hand a squeeze. Immediately, she saw River’s interest in looking after the children in a completely different light. “Does the Doctor know?“

“I don’t know. They may have told him by now…“ River shrugged taking a deep breath to maintain her composure. “God, he will be furious… Hopefully furious enough to come and shout at me in here…“

“So you think your son is the Timeless Child?“ Anita asked, trying to make sense of what River was telling her.

“Maybe…“ River couldn’t be sure of anything. She had found no clues either way, despite her many inquirers; but it seemed like a funny old coincidence that whispers of a child surfaced just as she’d found out she was pregnant. “I haven’t been able to find out much at all, so I’m hoping I can now.“

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London, Late 19th Century

The Doctor’s mind started racing, as did her hearts. Where, when and how had River heard about the Timeless Child? And why was it referenced in her file? The Doctor hadn’t told anyone about what the Master had revealed to her and she couldn’t imagine the Master would have shouted it off the rooftops either, seeing as he’d murdered everyone that could have known. Even when the Doctor had briefly spoken to Ryan about learning about the gaps in her past, she had never used this term or gone into detail. She hadn’t even filled Yaz in either. Someone out there knowing that exact term couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Doctor?“ Vastra’s voice was sharp, drawing the Doctor’s attention at last.

“Sorry…“ The Doctor snapped out of her thoughts when she realised everyone was looking at her.

“Does something stand out to you?“ Vastra prompted, gesturing towards the file.

“It’s nothing, never mind, just… it’s not related to this.“ The Doctor shook her head, closing the file disappointed, yet unsettled. This was in no way helpful for finding out where their child was or who could be behind the kidnapping. It did, however, raise some very unsettling questions. How did the secret about the Timeless Child get out? Though River might have drawn some wrong conclusions about who it might be, she couldn’t discount the possibility that there might be a connection between the myth and the kidnapping. Maybe there were Time Lords involved in this after all.

“So what do you think?“ Vastra pressed on. “Time Lords or…?“

“I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t…“ The Doctor shook her head. “First thing’s first. I need to find out where River got her information from.“ The Doctor decided after brief consideration. She rolled up the file and stuffed it into her coat pocket to study more intensely later on. Someone out there - Time Lord or not - knew about the Timeless Child. Maybe, whoever was behind this, already knew it was the Doctor and were trying to get to her by kidnapping her child… There were a lot of possibilities but all seemed as unlikely as each other at this point.

“So can’t we just, like, talk to her?“ Yaz interrupted. “Why don’t we go and find her, your wife, I mean. You must be itching to go. She’ll be able to fill us in far better than…“

“Can’t.“ The Doctor cut in sharply.

“It’s not as easy as all that.“ Jenny gave Yaz an apologetic smile.

“Why not?“ Yaz frowned. “You know where she’s gone, you said earlier: The Library. Let’s go there.“

“River died at the Library.“ The Doctor shot back, anger returning to her voice. Rationally, she knew Yaz couldn’t know all these things, but that didn’t change how she was feeling about it being brought up or having to explain.

“What?“ Yaz was dumbfounded. She looked around into knowing faces and realised she was far out of her depth. There was a lot she had yet to catch up on.

“Well, Doctor, technically, we could try and…“ Vastra started but the Doctor wouldn’t let her finish:

“For all intents and purposes she died at the Library, she can’t help us now. I was there, remember? I know that she didn’t make any great discoveries about the Time Lords while we were running from the shadows. There was hardly time.“ She stated bitterly.

“There must have been a reason for her visit there and she said she would need your help.“ Vastra was getting frustrated with the Doctor’s refusal to give weight to her wife’s concerns and attempts at research. Just because she hadn’t found anything yet didn’t mean she was wrong to be looking.

“She didn’t get the Doctor she was hoping for.“ The Doctor huffed.

“Obviously not, which is why you visiting her now could prove enlightening.“ Vastra countered.

“Sorry, I’m not following.“ Yaz looked to Jenny for an explanation as she didn’t want to interrupt the increasingly tense conversation the other two women were having.

“Professor Song died but she’s not really gone.“ Jenny explained kindly. “The Doctor saved her.“

“I didn’t save her, I trapped her.“ The Doctor interrupted angrily.

“Her consciousness remains in the Library’s computer.“ Vastra clarified which only seemed to infuriate the Doctor more.

“Yes and she has to exist in the knowledge that she will never hold her child again! If I didn’t think she hated me for putting her there before, I’m damned sure of it now.“ The Doctor snapped.

“She will want to help.“ Jenny interjected.

“I will not be the one to tell her her child is gone!“ The Doctor yelled, her emotions boiling over. She had caused River so much pain. She had thought she’d done a good thing when she had saved River’s consciousness only to learn during their next meeting that she hated the idea of being trapped like that. The Doctor already carried so much guilt, she would not add this to the pile. She refused. How was she to break this news to her? “I won’t do that to her. Put that on her while she can’t do anything to help, having to rely on others, no! I can’t do that to her!“

“Doctor…“ Vastra tried to intervene but to no avail.

“No! Not until I’ve exhausted every other option. She thinks he’s safe with you and I will not tell her otherwise until we’ve found him.“ The Doctor snapped.

“If you’re sure.“ Vastra knew there was no talking to her when she was like this. She would come to her senses eventually but she appreciated the sentiment. If at all possible, they should go about things another way before breaking the news to the Professor who would have to watch from the sidelines, unable to help.

“Someone else might have got their hands on Timelord technology…“ Yaz said changing the subject and breaking the heavy silence. Perhaps her not knowing too much about the Doctor’s wife would be a good thing. Perhaps she could look at things more objectively. Tensions were running high indeed.

“It might be more likely than someone surviving the Master’s destruction.“ The Doctor conceded. “But it’s very little to go on.“

“We have to start somewhere.“ Yaz got to her feet feeling a sense of determination. They had to stop wondering about the ifs and buts and start doing something. A child’s life was on the line.

“River started investigating a myth based on some rumours that someone might be after us, after our family.“ The Doctor explained of Yaz’s benefit. “I have a pretty good idea who would have brought it to River’s attention. Perhaps we can trace these rumours back. It’s as good a place as any to start.“ She decided at last.

“Excellent. We shall carried out our own investigation and torture those we find for information!“ Strax stated in excitement as she returned to the drawing room at just the right time. He was carrying several bags.

“Really, Strax, that is not…“ The Doctor started but Vastra interrupted:

“I hope you don’t think you’re going without us.“

“I have packed three types of grenades and the caustic blaster I have been dying to try.“ Strax announced with great enthusiasm.

“And I will get the swords.“ Jenny nodded, exchanging a quick glance with her wife.

“Please, Doctor, we owe you this.“ Vastra didn’t give the Doctor the opportunity to protest. “Let us help bring your child home. We failed you. We won’t fail you again.“

“Let’s go.“ The Doctor wasn’t so proud that she would refuse help offered. She would do whatever it took to get her child back.

#doctor who #fanfiction #river song #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #action/adventure #space wives #yowzah #river x thirteen #river x twelve #twelth doctor #femslash #madame vastra #Jenny Flint #strax #Yasmin Khan #the timeless child

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minniepetals · 4 years

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buttermilk.03

— summary: some days were better than others but at least you had each other to lean on

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst, poly!au, ceo!au

— word count: 5.7k

— warnings: insecurities, moment of harassment

╰ part 1: buttercream / part 2: buttercup / part 3: buttermilk / part 4: butterscotch / part 5: butterfly

"Wake up Tae," you called at the only man left to lay asleep on the large bed. Everyone else had already awakened to get ready for the day, everyone except you and Taehyung. "Wake up," you said again, voice groggy as you tapped him lightly although you were just as tired as him.

"Says the one who's ready to go back to sleep," Taehyung replied with a voice just as groggy but deeper. If you hadn't been so tired, you would have noted on the fact that he sounded so sexy but your mind was still trying to revert back to dreamland. Taehyung laid beside you on his front while hugging a pillow in one hand as you laid sprawled on the bed, taking up some space ever since Hoseok and Namjoon had left the bed.

"Why did I think that this was a good idea?" You groaned when Jungkook walked in to switch the light on and you were quick to bury your face in a pile of blankets. "You go to sleep late and wake up so early."

The two of them chuckled. "The life of a businessman," Jungkook said as he began opening the curtains. "Gotta get used to it, love."

You responded with a groan and Taehyung let out a big yawn while crawling over to you to pull you into his arms. "Wake up baby bear," he urged, placing little pecks all over your face. "Even Yoongi hyung's awake and you know he loves his sleep."

You looked up at him with sleepy eyes, one eye squeezed shut while the other stared into his beautiful irises. And then you giggled. "Did you know that your eyes twinkle like the stars at night? It's like, whenever I look into any of your eyes, I feel like I'm drowning in a galaxy and it's so, so beautiful."

"Is that why you always get so lost in them?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed excitedly. "It's like an ocean of the galaxy, a galaxy ocean! Beautiful and gorgeous like jellyfishies of pink and purple and blue.."

The two men chuckled at your small rambling, a thing you liked to do especially when you were drunk on sleep.

"You say the cutest things when you're half asleep, baby." You leaned up from the bed to place a quick kiss on Taehyung's lips before closing your eyes again. "And braver too."

"But you gotta wake up," Jungkook urged as he walked up to squish your cheeks together and gave you a kiss.

"Unless you want to sleep in for another hour?" You heard Hoseok say. "You can meet us later and we'll have a chauffeur-"

"No, no!" You were quick to refuse as you sat up and almost fell backward but held yourself up to keep awake. "I'm already spoiled enough, you can't give me special treatments just because I'm your girlfriend."

"We'd do it any time you want." Hoseok chuckled as you made grabby hands for him and without complaint, picked you up so that your legs were wrapped around his waist with arms around his neck, face burying against his neck.

"Sleepy," you mumbled.

"I know baby," he nodded, patting you lightly on your bum as he greeted you with a kiss on your head. "Let's get you ready for the day, hm?"

If every morning was like that with you being a little braver and clingy, small complaints and whines leaving your lips because you hated getting up in the morning, then they knew they could definitely get used to the sight. After all, half-asleep Y/N meant words mindlessly leaving your mouth, things you wouldn't normally say if you were actually awake. Like that time you accidentally confessed your crushes on them.

They only regretted not inviting you to move in with them sooner.

"It's not fair, why does Jimin get to have Y/N as a personal assistant? He's around her so much already, always finding an excuse to be around her even when his schedules are packed."

"It's called a hustle, sweetheart," Jimin teased as he playfully stuck his tongue out at Jungkook whose pouted deepened because he still didn't want to believe it.

"Jimin's the only one without one," Namjoon explained.

"You haven't hired one for a month because you wanted Y/N, didn't you?" Jungkook scowled at his hyung.

"What? Me?" Jimin gasped dramatically. "I would never. And besides, Y/N's a hard worker, she's the only one who can handle being my PA without getting fired after a week."

Everyone in the building knew Jimin wasn't one who kept his personal assistants for longer than a week. It was either they weren't good enough to keep up with Jimin or they'd quit because Jimin gave them a hard time. He was a charming man who loved flirting but wasn't one who fooled around when it came to his job. You had always wondered what it would be like to be his personal assistant but now you wondered whether being his girlfriend gave you special privileges or not.

You hoped not.

Jungkook turned to you, his lips still in a cute pout as he grabbed your hands. "If it gets too overwhelming because he's such a douche to his PAs, come to me okay?"

"Y/N's our baby, I'd never treat her as harsh," Jimin argued.

"No, don't give me special treatments!" You quickly said while pointing a finger at the man. "Do whatever you want, Jimin. If you say I'm a good fit to be your personal assistant then you can't be lenient on me."

"Baby likes a challenge, hm?"

"This is why we've always loved you from the beginning," Yoongi smiled with a wink sent your way, causing you to blush and chuckles left their lips.

"Still not fair," Jungkook huffed while crossing his arms against his chest.

"Baby boy, you'll see her running around the building."

He sure wasn't kidding when he said you'd be running around the building.

Being Jimin's assistant wasn't easy but you liked the fact that he was strict on you even though you held the title of being his girlfriend, something you were so thankful for. After all, being spoiled by them was enough. You couldn't show the rest of the world that you had only gotten the special position because you were his girlfriend, you needed to show them that you deserved that title both as a girlfriend and a PA.

"Hey, Y/N-"

"Sorry, Jimin wants his coffee and he'll get mad if I'm late!" You quickly said the moment Seokjin had called for your name. But just as you were about to pass by him, he took your wrist to stop you and pulled you back to stand right in front of him.

"Why's he making our baby girl run around just for coffee?" The eldest frowned with a tired sigh.

"It's okay," you assured with a big grin, "just because I'm his girlfriend doesn't mean I should be given special privileges, he's still my boss after all. And besides, I'm pumped and fired up."

"And breathless."

"And will be late if I don't go now so bye Jin!" With a quick peck on his lips, you rushed away before the man could try and stop you again.

You knew you couldn't waste any more time when it came to Jimin since time was precious to him.

"Sir, I have your-"

"You're a minute late."

You gulped at the sound of his tone but stood your ground as you closed the door behind you before walking on over towards Jimin's desk where his focus was on his computer, fingers tapping away on the keyboard.

"Forgive me, sir."

"And your excuse?" He asked, taking the coffee from you without looking away from his screen. Any other time you'd probably smile at how handsome he looked but you remained professional.

"The line was long, sir." Perhaps a little white lie was better than throwing Seokjin under the bus. But even that couldn't get through Park Jimin.

"It was one of the boys, wasn't it?" He asked. "Don't lie to me, Miss Y/N." You remained quiet, telling him that he was in fact right and he let out a sigh as his fingers slowed down on the keyboard. "The younger ones?" You shook your head. "Seokjin."

"Seokjin." You nodded.

Another sigh and Jimin continued typing away. "Reschedule my meeting for tomorrow morning to Tuesday afternoon and take care of these paperworks."

"Yes, sir."

"And Y/N?"

You looked up while reaching for the pile of papers on his desk to find him staring right back at you for the first time. Finally, his facial expression strayed away from that scowl of a boss's typical face and a smirk played on his lips. "I love you, keep up the good work."

Your heart swayed. "Thank you."

"Is baby tired? Does baby need a short break?"

"That's alright, I've got a lot of things to do, I can't waste time or I'll have to stay overtime."

His expression softened and Jimin slid his rolling chair back to hold out his arms. "Then let me at least reward you with a kiss."

Who would ever say no to that?

You smiled and chuckled lightheartedly as you walked behind his desk to let him pull you into his embrace and give you a sweet kiss.

"But seriously, I can't linger. Mr. Park has given me orders and I cannot slack off for even a second especially since it's my first day as his assistant."

Jimin grunted as you left his arms to pick up the paperworks again, ready to head out of his door. "Have you forgotten that I'm Mr. Park?"

You sent him a playful smirk. "All the more reason why I gotta get back to work, baby."

"Damn," the man whispered under his breath as you walked out, the corner of his lips tugging as he tried to contain his professional cold boss look. It was hard when you were around. So much harder.

"Park, I just saw Y/N run out of here. Are you giving her a hard time?"

"Me?" Jimin laughed while Taehyung walked in, ready to discuss on a certain project they were starting on. "I'd never do that to Y/N."

"You're such a sadist," Taehyung rolled his eyes before pouting, "She didn't even give me a kiss."

Jealousy was something that was one's worst enemy.

It hadn't been easy trying to adjust back to work-life ever since you began dating the seven men that were the faces of the company especially with the maknae line being open with their affections and the hyungs giving subtle gestures that had everyone speculating what was going on.

They all knew by now that you had joined the guy's relationship and with you becoming Jimin's personal assistant, the jealousy from the other employees only got worse.

"Jin, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

A short coffee break was all you had. Being Jimin's personal assistant also meant going by his schedule and he was rarely given any break but with the fact that he was also your boyfriend, the man decided to give you short breaks whenever he could, something you were thankful for.

"Before I joined the relationship, why was it that you guys — well, specifically you and Jimin — turned to girls to flirt around when you already had each other?"

Seokjin took a sip of his drink. "I guess you can say we were looking for a lady to love."

You blinked, surprised. "Oh?"

"Well, specifically you."

Your heart began drumming. Gosh, it was so easy for them to make your heart beat like crazy. "I-I don't understand."

"We only had eyes for you, pumpkin. Yoongi fell in love with you at first sight," he said and you almost choked on your drink at the revelation. "But don't mention that to him or else he'll kill me," Seokjin laughed. "And since Yoongi's the least likely to find a liking for others romantically that easily, we started to observe you before me and Jimin went on to flirt with you."

"But you flirted with other girls too," you pouted.

"To try and grab your attention, obviously."

You made a face. "Worst idea ever. Now you've got their hopes all up."

"But we've made it clear that you're the only one for us so I'm pretty sure that hope's all down the drain."

Even worse. Now some of them were after you but you couldn't tell him that. You couldn't tell any of them that.

So you just hid that all in and went about your days as usual, happy for the fact that being a personal assistant had kept you more than busy for you to worry about the jealousy that ran around the building.

Yet some days it was harder to ignore especially for the ones brave enough to actually approach you. You couldn't blame them though, they all knew you wouldn't tell on them to the guys, after all, a habit you were not proud of.

"You only became Jimin's personal assistant because you're his girlfriend, not because of your skills. Isn't that tragic? You're only making your boyfriends look bad, you can't actually think that you deserve seven gorgeous and successful men like them, right? What a joke."

Some days it was easy not to let them get to you (well, to pretend they couldn't get to you), while other days you were a little weaker and they'd leave while forcefully knocking onto your shoulder, snarky giggles escaping out of them.

And sometimes it wasn't even the female employees. Sometimes it came from the more prestigious ladies that came from rich families, ones you'd meet at formal parties who thought they were so much better off with your men because they were rich and successful. And your insecurities would spark high every time they compared themselves to you, leaving you to compare yourself to every beautiful ladies in any room you'd walk in.

"Lasted longer than a week, I heard."

You jumped at the deep voice, pen slipping from your grasp and falling onto the floor. "Sorry, I..-" Just as you were about to crouch down, the man was quicker to pick the pen up for you. But rather than giving it right back to you, he opted to hold onto it instead, something you weren't really happy about since you needed that pen to write things down as Jimin's personal assistant. "U-Um...-"

"You know, I've met many of Mr. Park's assistants and it's always the first and last I've ever seen them."

"Right, but sir-"

"I guess I will be seeing you a lot more from now on, hm?" He was hitting on you, wasn't he? That was something you learned from the antics of Jimin and Seokjin. But it wasn't something you were happy to find out about, especially since you knew he had knowledge of your relationship with the seven men.

"May I have my pen back, Mr. Lee?" You asked, trying your best to stay calm. It wasn't easy for others to get under your skin but with all the glares and side remarks you'd receive the past few days, you weren't exactly at your best moments. But you knew you couldn't mess up, not when Jimin trusted you to talk to Mr. Lee since he couldn't make the meeting himself. Yet the meeting had ended a few minutes prior and there you were stuck talking to the man that was flirting with you.

"Want to work for me?" He asked rather than handing your pen back. You liked that pen a lot, it was the first thing Namjoon had given you. It wasn't exactly a gift but he did specifically give it to you, asking you to keep it when you picked it up for him after he was in a rush and dropped it.

"I am happy where I am working, sir."

"Really?" Mr. Lee feigned a pout, something you couldn't find endearing, unlike the pouts from your guys. "I've been looking for an assistant for quite some time now and if Mr. Park hasn't fired you yet then it must mean you're the best of the best."

"I don't think Mr. Park would-"

He grabbed your wrist and suddenly fear rushed down your body. "I'll be less strict on you. I've known the man for five years, we have a good relationship."

All the more reason why you couldn't ruin the meeting but the way he was acting made it harder and harder.

"I'm sure Mr. Park will lend you to me."

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him in disbelief while trying to escape from his grasp. "I am not just his assistant, sir, I am also his woman."

Mr. Lee only gave you a sinister smirk. "But he shares you with his six other boyfriends, right? If you come to me, you won't ever be shared. I'll give you all my-"

"No!" You gasped in shock at what you have done and stared at the shaky hand that had just slapped the man. "I..I'm so sorry," was all you could utter before you grabbed your pen back and rushed out the building while your heart drummed a billion more times.

Afraid.

Fear.

Disappointment.

You could already hear Jimin, already see his anger that would lash out because of what you had just done but you couldn't help but await the moment, refusing to run away and just sit there in the cab you caught, waiting for it to arrive back to the familiar building you were used to.

Your heart was beating fast, fast, fast. Hands shaking, legs bouncing rapidly with anxiety that crept under your stomach.

What had you just done?

Why had you slapped the man?

A partnership that was built up for five years and it was your fault. Your fault.

No wonder everyone else all thought you weren't cut out for the job. You should have listened to them and never taken up Jimin's proposal in becoming his personal assistant.

And now it was your fault.

"Y/N-"

You rushed past Yoongi who could only stare in confusion at your panicked state.

"What's going on?" Hoseok asked after witnessing what had just happened.

Rather than replying because he had no idea himself, Yoongi followed after your steps, sensing something was wrong and was sure you were heading for Jimin's office. "She looked like she was about to cry," the man said and that was all it took for Hoseok to also drop his things to follow after his hyung.

"Jimin, I-"

The door slammed open but you were quick to freeze in your spot at the sight of Jimin who stood staring out the glass windows after ending the call he was just on.

A long moment of silence passed and you held your breath as Jimin turned around slowly, a silent but deadly gaze resting on his face.

"I just got off the phone with Mr. Lee, Y/N. Care to explain why you slapped the man?" His voice was low, more serious than you had ever seen the man and chills ran down your spine.

"I-I'm sorry—"

A sigh left his lips as he rubbed his temples. "What is your excuse?"

You could still feel the tight grip Mr. Lee had held upon you, could see the small bruise he left because he had held onto you so tightly. But was it really a good enough excuse for Jimin? Yet when you thought back on it, your body could only start to tremble little by little as your mind retraced back to that sinister smile he held for you to look at. He was ready to pounce and who knew what he would have done; hurt you, or...did whatever he wanted. Maybe it was a good excuse. But was it?

You stood there contemplating, not knowing what to do. If you told him the truth, would Jimin cut the relationship? He couldn't, the tie was built up since five years prior, something you knew he wouldn't want to lose for the company, something you were sure Namjoon wouldn't allow. But if you didn't what would happen? Would he fire you? Maybe not as a whole but perhaps from being his personal assistant? Jimin couldn't lose another one, he needed an assistant just as much as the other six but couldn't find a good enough assistant because they were never able to keep up with him.

Yet then again, you weren't good enough. Perhaps Jimin had actually let you stay because you were his, because you were his girlfriend. Would he break the relationship up because of what you had done? No way...right?

You couldn't tell, not with the angry gaze that still laid in those once playful and pretty eyes.

But you still couldn't forget the way Mr. Lee had touched you. And then, Jimin could see you visibly trembling as your breath became shaky.

"Y/N?" He called, confused until he gasped with worry at the sight of your tears, a sight breaking his cold demeanor. It wasn't the first time he had seen you cry but it was the first time he knew they weren't tears of jokes and joy or of a pouty face, and soon enough Jimin was by your side.

The door creaked open and Yoongi and Hoseok walked in, brows furrowed with concern at the sight in front of them but Jimin ignored it to focus on you.

"What the hell did that bastard do to you?" He was quick to demand.

"I'm sorry," you whispered breathlessly but Jimin shook his head as he held you against his chest while you cried.

"Y/N?" Hoseok called.

"What happened?" Yoongi asked.

"He did something to you, didn't he?" Jimin leaned away to cup your face in his hands and his heart ached at the sight of your tears. "I know you'd never do something irrational without a good explanation and you aren't one to ever hurt someone. So tell me, Y/N, what did he do to you."

You refused to speak, words too choked up for you to get out so you instead held your hand up to show him your wrist where the bruise remained purple under the bright light of his office and all three of their eyes were quick to darken, a sight that brought chills down your body.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to remain calm, the man in front of you took a safe step back while his fists turned knuckle white and Hoseok took over to hold you in his arms while Yoongi met Jimin's deadly gaze with his own.

"I'm going to kill him, hyung." His voice dropped an octave lower.

"I give you permission."

"Now hold on!" Hoseok quickly voiced in but even he knew he wouldn't be able to stop them. "Just don't get yourselves into jail, alright?"

"W-wait," you gasped but was too late as Jimin and Yoongi had already stormed out the door, leaving you in Hoseok's grasp who held you back from trying to run after the two. "Hoseok-"

"They won't kill him, I promise." That wasn't exactly promising enough to calm you down but in the arms of Hoseok, you knew at that point it had already been too late to calm any of them down.

"No one touches our baby and gets away with it, baby girl. No one."

"He really thought he could steal you away?" Jungkook scoffed with disbelief.

"That man's so shameless, I should have known from the way he treats his female employees. I should have seen the signs. I'm sorry baby girl-"

"It isn't your fault."

"But it is," Jimin said otherwise, brows still furrowed with anger that hadn't left even after it happened two days prior and Mr. Lee had been dealt with legally. "I let you speak to him alone."

"You didn't know-"

"But I should have."

"And I'm fine!" You didn't like to yell, not at them, not at anyone really. "I-I'm fine," you repeated in a calmer but shaky tone after realizing how loud you were. "I'll be fine."

"You don't have to do this alone, you know," Namjoon said as he looked at you with sincere eyes. "You don't have to try and hide your feelings, Y/N. It's okay to get angry and lash out, to be afraid and cry. We're always here for you."

"I know," you acknowledged but refused to meet their eyes and stood up to walk away from the living room. They could only watch you from behind, not knowing what to do when you were refusing to speak up about how you felt.

You hadn't been the same, not for a while but since the incident with Mr. Lee, you've been worse and Jimin was blaming himself even more as he cursed himself for not noticing it all sooner.

You buried yourself into work. Jimin tried to give you as little as possible but you insisted otherwise, refusing to even take the small breaks he wanted to give you.

It wasn't just Mr. Lee that left you cold towards them all, it was also the fact that everyone in the company had caught up with the news and you were once again a villain who came in between two groups that had built a powerful relationship only for it to break down because of you. Namjoon said he'd rather keep it that way rather than to let his company work with people like Mr. Lee but you couldn't help but to let the words drown you.

Yet as you've kept up the act for a week and letting yourself almost break the bond between you and the guys, one day things got too rough and you couldn't help but to just stop everything completely.

You let your pen drop from the piles of paper you've indulged yourself in and stood up from your desk to walk away, walk into Namjoon's office without knocking.

"Baby?" Namjoon called after hanging up on his call with whomever. He stood up from his seat to walk over towards the sofas that laid in the middle, confused by the surprise visit. You walked over to him, sat beside him and let your head rest against his chest wordlessly.

"I can't take it anymore," you said, voice weak and coming out into a soft whisper. A voice that broke his heart. "It hurts."

"What hurts, little one?"

"My heart," your voice cracked as you let your arms wrap along his waist while he let you climb onto his lap. "It hurts, Joon, everything hurts. I didn't mean to hurt any of you because of me but I ended up doing so and now Jimin's probably blaming himself even more and I'm so, so upset because I let their words get to me. I know what they say isn't right but I can't help but to overthink and believe I really am not fit to be Jimin's personal assistant or even your girlfriends in general. But it still hurts. Their words hurt, Joon. They're so mean."

"Who?" Namjoon asked, hands turning into a fist as he wondered just who had been talking horribly about his girlfriend.

"Your employees, Joon. They hate me."

"They're jealous," he realized.

"And the pretty girls you meet at parties. They say the same thing."

"Why haven't you said anything?" He frowned.

"Because I didn't want to get them in trouble," you admitted. "Jimin fires people easily and although they're rude, they also have a life to live and their financial aid comes from your wallets. Yoongi and Taehyung will get mad, I just know it. And now you're upset and Hoseok will be too. And one of them is Jungkook's assistant and Seokjin's secretary. I didn't want to throw everyone under the bus but I can't take it anymore and you're the only one who can think rationally about this so that's why I came to you."

"Name them all," he demanded.

"Joon-"

"I promise you I won't fire them unless absolutely necessary but I will have a talk with them."

"Just.." you trailed off, a little hesitant because you knew what he was capable of as a CEO, "just a talk, right?"

"Just a talk," Namjoon nodded. "But I can't promise you the others will agree to that."

A little sigh left you. "They won't." It was pointless to try and convince him to not tell the other boys but you knew it wasn't right to keep things away from each other. They were already hurt with your cold silence and lack of opening up, after all, you couldn't hurt them any further.

"Want me to take care of it now or do you want to stay like this for longer?"

"Stay," you replied, nuzzling up against him and Namjoon chuckled as he was finally relieved you were back to trusting them again.

"Y/N, you didn't give me a morning kiss this morning!" Taehyung tailed after you and you paused in track to look back at him, gesturing to your business call with a disbelief look, mouthing the words of 'i'm on the phone!' but the man just shrugged as he pulled you into his arms after taking your phone and saying "Y/N's busy, goodbye!" and ending it right then and there.

"Kim Taehyung!" You scolded. "Jimin's going to kill me and I cannot disappoint that man, you know how serious he is with these business calls."

"He'll get over it."

"Tae!"

"He should cut you some slack since you've been working hard since day one, my love." You jumped at the sudden lips placed upon your cheek from someone else but could only scowl.

"I thought you weren't into PDA," you recalled, waving your finger at Yoongi.

He shrugged with a sly smirk. "Maybe it's better claiming you as ours in public so nothing like last time ever happens again."

You let out a sigh and Taehyung tugged at your white blouse. "I still haven't gotten my kiss."

"After the call. I—Hey!"

"I haven't gotten my kisses either," Hoseok claimed as he held his hand up high so that you were unable to reach for your phone.

"Hobi," you whined.

"Kiss first," he insisted.

"I already-"

"Kiss me," the man demanded either way. You huffed, knowing he wasn't going to give you your phone back unless you gave him what he wanted so you stood on your tippy-toe to deliver a quick peck — only for him to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back in before you could leave and his lips claimed yours again in a sweet and searing kiss.

"Not fair!" The younger one whined like a little child who didn't get his candy first.

The second Hoseok let you go, your body was pulled into another pair of arms and Taehyung claimed your lips in a slow and sensual kiss that left you almost swooning if you hadn't forgotten where you were.

"I want a kiss too-"

"Nope!" You snatched your phone back, quick to begin rushing off only to stop all of a sudden because you knew Yoongi wasn't going to be happy so you ran back, gave him a quick kiss before running off again teasingly.

"You're three minutes late, Miss Y/N. Three minutes!"

"I'm sorry." It came out whiny when you walked in with a quick bow of apology and finding both Jungkook and Seokjin already inside.

"Have you made the call to Mr. Lin?"

"I..um...-"

"What is going on with you today, Miss Y/N?" Jimin asked, his arms crossing against his chest while the other two tried to suppress their laughs. "You woke up late, came to work late-"

"Because you-"

"And is talking back to your boss."

You pressed your mouth into a thin line, chin protruding, teeth clenched. "I'm sorry sir."

"Damn," Jungkook finally broke as he and Seokjin shared snickers, "if having Y/N as an assistant means we can go about things like this and have her calling me sir, I'd be more than willing to challenge you," he pointed at Jimin, "for Y/N."

"You have your own assistant," Jimin scowled.

"Who's bullied Y/N before."

"If you asked me, I would have fired her right away."

"Are we having this meeting or what?" The eldest of the group spoke up with an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes as he took his seat on an armchair.

"I think Y/N needs to be punished first."

"What?" You glared at Jungkook. "First of all, it isn't your call-"

"Jungkook's right," Jimin nodded, agreeing.

"Oh come on," you groaned, quick to run over to Seokjin's side as you took his hand, forcing him back up to hide behind his broad shoulders from the younger two. "Save me, they're going to hurt me."

"What?" Jimin gasped dramatically.

"Us?" Jungkook followed.

"Never," they chorused.

"You say that like you're actually going to hurt me." You gasped, peeking around Seokjin's body and played them with puppy eyes. "You won't, right? Y/N-ie will be good. She won't talk back to her boss or be late or get distracted by the other boys."

Jimin scoffed lightheartedly. "That's a whole lie."

"A definite lie." With the sudden hands that fell at your sides, you squealed at the tickling sensation and laughed as someone picked you up to spin you around. "As long as you work here, we'll always be around to distract you," Namjoon promised with a smirk.

You couldn't even try to refuse their attention even if you wanted to but you guessed you should have known since the moment you signed the contract in agreeing to be theirs. After all, they were your bosses and boyfriends, both you would never trade the world for because at that moment as you were drowned in giggles and laughter from their playful antics, you felt like the luckiest girl to ever live.

The luckiest girl who had no need to worry about other prying eyes and jealousies that would try and get in the way because your men made sure none of that would happen ever again. You were thankful and happy, forgetting almost completely of the days just before that were filled with tears and just remembering the good memories.

Your happiest moment in life. With you and them.

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what are some of your favorite and least favorite magical girl raising project designs? and your thoughts on magical daisy just because she's my fav

Heck yes opinion time! But first what you asked for:

Magical Daisy Good. The yellows-browns-beige works really well with both the purple accents and the minty green hair. She has pleats distributed evenly through her design, and they work in tandem with both the ribbons and with the daisies through her outfit without it getting too busy. I like her detached sleeves with gloves, and I am a sucker for practical footwear on a MG (both for them and for possible cosplayers) I’m not Crazy about the. Pouch? Asymmetrical bustle? The thing off her waist on her right. But it balances with her off-center headdress and has the same small design on it so it get’s a pass. Her hair is simple, but I like it and I think it works for her A good design for an anime (if the MGRP anime had done really well, do you think we would have gotten an in-universe magical daisy episode?)

Other opinions under the cut

Haha only giving opinions on 3 girls? I’m reading Peaceful Days now so enjoy my speed thoughts on MGRP-Aces outfits.

But first Maruino deserves so much recognition because her use of cream and dark brown in place of white and black whenever possible, combined with her chibi style and general color pallet choices, is so good. I know I’ve talked about the LN look vs the anime looks here before, but some designs would just look not nearly as good if she didn’t know how to use colors as well as she does

MGRP:

Snow White- School uniform with an armband indicating she is someone who can help, but with flowers. It’s cute, it’s fairly simple compared to other mgrp outfits, I like the big flowers on the sides of her outfit over the ones hanging from the ribbons off her back. A solid look, but not a winner in my book

Ripple- This is going to come up with quite a few of these designs but I like basically everything but the body. I like the sleeves, the geta are great, love the one ponytail with big shuriken, scarf brings great contrast to the rest of the color scheme, bikini top with ribbons attaching it to a wrapped skirt? The skirt feels like this could have been a keikogi but the top is almost wholly unadorned and overall I wish this was a better look than it is

La Pucelle- Great idea, meh execution. Knight And Dragon? Love it! The navy blue for military feels with armor and goes well with the gold&cream&brown. Her horns are cute! I like the tail- it fits the character and isn’t too large or distracting. Once again I like the arms-neck-legs but the body is. a bikini with a drapery bit off the top and the tabard. The tabard is good! But why is she in her underwear? Give pants???

-And yes I know swimsuits cover just as much as underwear but this isn’t a swimsuit and it’s a lazy way to cover what needs to be cover and not even try to make that area of a design more interesting. This doesn’t apply just to LP or even MGRP I have seen comments on this before and unless the character’s outfit is an actual bathing suit, try harder.

Top Speed- A wife. A halloween wife. God I lover her personality and her outfit is definitely on the simple end of mgrp outfits but very fitting. The colors are great, love the hat and the tall boots, the cape stripes might be my least favorite bit? But I feel if it was solid it would be too bland so. And the end of her braids looks like a broom. I love her. Good design.

Ruler- I hate this. But why..... Is it the navy blue is a singular piece? I liked Ripple’s scarf for contrast but maybe this piece isn’t large enough? Her head things look like two crowns on the sides of her head and their weird and. Not awful? But not great. The cape looks chunky at the end? In a weird way? Or is it the drop waist on the top. I know I don’t like the butt fluff. I do like the shoes&leggings? pants? And her crown and hair stars. bad/10 for reasons I can not place

Swim Swim- Techno demon in the accessories, pure schoolgirl in swim class in the torso. The white suit+black devil wings is good as character contrast , and her....hip...discs? have demony tails which is good, but the big headphones and floating disc things work great with the shoes but not with the rest of the outfit? This is two outfits in one but not in a good way. Pick a lane.

Minael&Yunael- They might not be super-murders but boy that’s their only redeeming trait. I do not like them as fictional people. And outfitwise? Meh. I like the chat balloon halos, and the one wing look for the two of them works, and again the use of Navy rather than pure black is good, but the old fashioned dress with a bib is. boring. and not in a simple way just not interesting? Like I think if the stiped bib thing was removed it might look better? This also might be a secret hatred of mine as I think I have figured out from a later outfit. For now- boo

Tama- Are you spotted or brown&white? Her fluff bits and legs say spotted and her ears and tail and paws say brown and white and I wish we’d pick a lane? Also not crazy about the butt-length cape. I do like the bone clasp and the hood, and you have to have big ol paws for a dog girl. She’s. Fine. Just fine.

Nemurin- Her hair clouds say magical girl, the rest says generic cute sleepy anime girl. I like the socks, and her hair, but she’s not that interesting? Don’t get me wrong she’s cute but the bulk of her design is Big PJs. The candy clasp is nice as a sweet dreams thing? Sorry Endo

Calamity Mary- Titty fur. Boots with spurs and arms with fringe and mini cowboy hat are all good, and her skirt is. A little boring but fine. But the best part of her top is the sheriff badge. If we’re committed to evil=slutty=evil, you can still make a more appealing lewd top than a bikini over some fluff. Let sluts be sexy? Stay dead bitch.

Magicaloid 44- Elementary schoolgirl but robot. Bulky but in that smooth modern look. I’m a sucker for hair horns, even when they’re metal or plastic, and she just has a good silhouette. But her colors could be better? I will say her mn art has her skirt look like a skirt, and the anime said This Is A Solid Hunk Of Plastic/Metal and I think that works better. Swap her dark brown bits for a navy to go with her skirt and i think i’d be out of complaints

Sister Nana- There are multiple MG nuns. What’s up with that. Good use of sexy belts for theme consistency, but I with there was more red up top or her shoes were a different color. 9/10 for dirty nun

Weiss Winterprison- Girl I love you why is your outfit not good as a MG look or even really as an outfit. Your practical looking boots have heels, your colors are boring and messy, you have like. belts but not enough for them to look interesting? Gurl I love you do something with this bland mess.\

Cranberry- ‘I love this’ I say threw clenched teeth. I love green and flower motifs, and I like boleros and big sleeves. But I’m not that into this? I think it’s that her top looks like a nice shirt that’s a little long and then she. Just has leggings on and a big belt. I guess the buckle is like. A big thorn? And i’m into tunics with leggings but this doesn’t? do that in a way I like? The red-blue roses are a nice contrast to the green and creme but i just. I have no idea I want to be in love with this and it’s Middling for me. More elf ear’d MGs pls

Hardgore Alice- I love alice, I am a fan of edgy spins on stuff(sorry), so I’m a bit disappointed? And I think it’s just the colors? I love the checkered pockets and the striped stockings and bows and the headband and apron and bloomers and dress shape and even her eye bags (mood). I guess I just wish there was more of the off white-maybe for the full apron? or even the bloomers? I love you please re-color.

Restart:

Keek- This bitch might win it for worst look. I like her hair color, and giant sleeves, and the cd and rubix cube are nice touches for an outfit, but what outfit. A bikini top and slightly-larger-than-usual underwear style bottom with a big plate of metal? Are those supposed to be shorts??? Points for normal shoes but take off the coat and this is nothing. And the coat isn’t much to begin with. 0/10 might take home the gold

Clantail- I wish the apron part was gone? But the colors are good tho I do have a question about the horns- they’re cute but if she can change her lower body to other animals they won’t always fit very well? And her necklaceuhhh tattoo? is odd. But she’s fine

Pechika- Good colors, like the feathers, I wish the chef’s coat had a different fit but it’s good. Could go without the tail. Also has some almost military feeling elements like the hair cross and the? epaulets? This is a spats stan account

Rionetta- Great use of colors, patterns, ribbons, has a specific look that works great for the doll dress. Hell year ball joints and weird eyes. Wonderful. I hate it. No fucking clue why. Like with the angels maybe? I hate strips? Except I don’t. Maybe just in specific situations? Or I hate multiple patterns? Rio looks good. I just see her and go into a rage.

Nonako Miyokata- A very good look overall, just not super Magical Girl? Definitely magical miko but. The yin yang accessories feel a tad out of place- replace them with existing themes or add them in elsewhere

Magical Daisy- Still good

Nokko- This is just a maid. A cute maid with a weird choice of hair decor, but I think she got her outfit at the same shop as Milkit. *shrug*

@Meow-Meow- boy I hope I didn’t just at someone for real. I like her colors and tail, poofy detached sleeves are good, her top works with the open dress. I’m a fan of detailed edging on a piece, and it works with the pattern. I’d’ve liked to see more of the bells that are on her wrists? I guess she had a racist accent originally though which yikes.

Genopsyko Yumenoshima- A great sentai outfit, love the helmet ears and the tail. Not good as a magical girl outfit unless we fully dissolve the mg/sentai line. But the suit is great, slightly oversized gloves, and retro lasergun that doesn’t even work? Yesssss.

Detec Bell- Fwuffy. Great hat, love the dress, a good use of a cape, simple but very good. I feel a feel some of the ribbons could be changed up but a solid if simple design.

Lapis Lazuline (2)- Cute starry tiger princess? I guess I’m a fan of navy and brown because i’m into it here too. Good use of the silvery details on the sleeves and dress bottom, and the links both at the cape clasp and on the boots. Really nice.

Melville- Bootleg Cranberry in every way. I like her over-pants and sleeve-cape, but the weird bib-top under the bikini top is a bad shape? Hair roses good and leg thorns do get a thumbs up.

Cherna Mouse- If the turtle gets it’s own distinct look, why is Cherna just baby+ hamster? The hood is cute, and I dig the boots which work with the shoulder things, but said things don’t go with the toddler one piece+cape. She reminds me of Moetan and that is a bad thing.

Pfle- Ohhh this bitch. I may have been reading these books but I have no damn idea what she is up to and I hate it. Love her eyepatch tho. Super cute throne-wheelchair and it continues the bird motif. Her dress is nice but not that interesting? Seems more generic old timey fancy lady dress than Magical. Honestly I could go for some mixing up of the colors here? The dress and hair and throne all are a bit too similar. Maybe make the dress wine?

Shadow Gale- I like her look but I don’t feel it says nurse as much as it’s supposed to? Her aces profile honestly gives Rue vibes. It’s very monochromatic but I guess that works for her. Big fan of her skirt, kindof with it went all the way around. Solid design

Masked Wonder- Who? I refuse to play person5 because it’s been overhyped but isn’t this one of them? Not awful as a phantom thief outfit, but doesn’t say magical girl phantom thief at all. I do like the roses on the belt and. garters? Kindof wish we’d loose the color on the cape because it clashes more than anything with the rest of the look

Akane- I like her long hair flower. But her samurai-kimono look doesn’t feel blended well enough imo and the colors are too over the place while still being bland.

Lake of Fire Flame Flamey- Hell if I know how she looks I just love typing that name

Limited:

Weddin- Good colors, a bit too busy? The chains+roses+lace doesn’t feel well balanced. But the flame and ankle chain are balanced because Maruino is good at asymmetrical details

Captain Grace- A pirate magical girl? Is she legit the only one from any main stream series? Well she set the bar high. The captain coat is great, multiple small anchors, the hat, and her skirt(?) is very cute. I guess the sole of the boots stands out a bit? But very solid (wait is that a tail? or a butt hook? :/)

Funny Trick- If Las vegas was a magical girl. Colors and silhouette are good, I’m just not vibing with this. sorry girl

Kuru-kuru Hime- Yiss more ballet themed outfits. Good colors, love the shape of the giant back bow. I could go without the big ribbon coming off the headpiece? It’s nice

Postarie- Buttwings! I love her hair shape, just. Not a fan of the orange and green colors? She’s a delivery girl but feels more marching band. It’s a good design, just doesn’t feel fitting? Great just not for her

Rain Pow- Now this is a sci-fiy look while still saying magical girl. The tail is yet another weird thing, and I could go without the permeant ring behind her, but the shape of her outfit is very good, and love the silly heart hair. Wish the gloves were a different color? But this is up there

Tepsekemei- Genie outfits being problematic isn’t something I can speak to, but this is a solid genie look with additions to feel different, specifically the lotuses. It’s good, and I haven’t seen flying turtles since love hina so. Good for her.

Mana- You’re not a magical girl. Maybe I just hate bibs? The hat is great and snake leg is fun, I wish her collar was actually smaller to stand out more? It’s a fine mage look i guess

Hana Gekokujou- Great use of hair color as contrast to a committed color scheme. A cute traditional bunny look. Not personally my favorite but it is Good.

7753- Big Coat! Giant heart braids! Consistent heart theme! It’s bland compared to a lot of the other outfits, and I don’t think her flat heart uhh hair? pieces? like rain pow? work as well with her. But I think she works well for a member of the resources department. Wait is her hat backwards? Amazing

Archfiend Pam- I’m mostly a fan of this. The top is great, it’s carried through at one hip, she has the weird arm guy to keep her asymmetry going on. I just wish she’d commit to either fur Or pleats as trim? Both is a weird texture choice

Pythie Frederica- This bitch took a while for her proper appearance. I love the horns on the hood, and the stars throughout work well. I really don’t care for her skirtdress though? It’s too long and in ribbons and feels almost jellyfish-y? I feel it’s supposed to feel like she’s standing in fire but that doesn’t work pass a glance for me

Tot Pop- Love hot topic. Her spiky ribbon is my favorite bit, and I’m a fan of oversized sleeves. A great mall goth look, not amazing as a magical girl look tho. The head decor feels most on brand for the genre.

Punkin- What if the three musketeers were murderous and royalty. I love the hair feather and dig the ruff, the cape honestly feels like overkill? The boots are great and I dig the pants. Once again, why tails. I know mahou-furbies has reviewed a lot of these girls with the same comment and she’s right. Pick red or blue for this look though.

Sonia Bean- Kindof busy, in a garbage way. Like her outfit is made of fancy garbage to make an old timey doll. Which is fitting. Love the dress shape. Less into the weird dangly poofs.

Jokers:

Princess Inferno- The whole princess line works well together. Quake has the least Team outfit but I feel all four work well together? Inferno’s bikini is a smidge above other tops with the fire shapes, and I like her hair, but I think she’s my least favorite princess.

Princess Deluge- Swirls and scales throughout? Armor? Gold jewelry? My biggest issue is the chain to the weapon because this is a really nice outfit.

Princess Quake- Why does your tail start in the middle of the back? I like her leotard and eye theme, and her head piece adds nice shape. Good asymmetry. shame she’s into children The hair gem is a fun touch

Princess Tempest- The apples are a weird touch? Good for color but weird as a theme? I love the leaves- honestly I’m a huge fan of the vaguely toga-y look. Are the apples supposed to be an atlanta thing? Her skirt could be a bit better but Nice

Prism Cherry- Princess of our hearts. What a color scheme. Her oversized dangly accents work well here I feel, and I love the skirt and the leaf looking ribbon behind the neck. I could do without the arm fluff, but the top garter for the skirt is a nice touch

Marika Fukuroi- My wife is a bitch and I like her so much. A much more vibrant outfit than most of the mgrp girls, the black is edgy but in a fun loud way. I love her skirt and every damn crazy flower. Her top is my least favorite with the smaller flowers connecting her top to her bottom and the frills that honestly are out of place. Great eyes

Styler Mimi- A fancy outfit that fits her theme, with a nice silhouette and simple color scheme. Ruined by the giant back powder puffs. Yes she would be fairly simple without those but they’re so garish and awkward. Good hair

Stanczyka- I thought her middrif was another hunk of plaster like the mask and now that I see it’s just skin with some stars :/ The whole head thing is good, and the fur is consistent throughout even if I’m not a fan of it. The giant sleeves are. weird. I want to like them but. Her swirly tiddys are a nice touch. The brown hair on the tail doesn’t fit

Lady Proud- For someone who lived for a lot of pages I do not remember her. Her leotard works with the sleeves to feel like an old timey dress and the way the cape is being held up to look like bat wings is nice. The green layer in her hair is an odd choice. I do dig the hair clips with the horns

Umbrain- Froggy slicker. ...Sakura did it better, the yellow and purple&red is a meh color combo sorry. I do love the candy additions for the ame(rain) ame(candy) play, and her umbrella is great. But once again I am confronted by a bib. Also her slicker is actually two pieces? Bad colors, bad body, good theme

Filru- I like the colors and the corset, and in theory the chunky knitting is very cute but I feel it’s at odds with the boots and corset. Make the whole thing chunky knitting- it’d be cute. The head doily also could be more on theme imo

Uttakatta- again, what did you do? giant overalls are good in theory, but the slits and the. bubbles? clear donuts. are just ugly. Honestly her whole look is not good, and a bubble theme has so much potential for cool shit :(

Kafuria- good use of colors, I’m not personally into the shape of her kimono as a mg dress, but the wings and the veil+such are nice

Grim Heart- this bitch. God her dress is a great shape. I think i’m not fully into her spade tail ribbons, but otherwise love? The flamingo is Silly but again as an alice fan, i do not care (ask me about kagihime for 10000 words of rage!)

Shufflin- the tiny bib haunts me but the big double sides apron card piece is a nice way to do the simple and versatile Card look. The hair is cute and i like the suit as a big piece behind the head

Aces:

Armor Arlie- chunky suit of armor. but Cute. as an armor fan in MG designs, even I think this is A Bit Much, but it has enough going for it that i think it’s a fun look

Bluebell Candy- once again Maruino kills it with using navy very nicely. A military vibe with the epilates and double breasted uhh skirt decor. honestly shocked the hat is center, and mm good hair happenings. A very nice design. still not into the weird fluff tail stuff

Dark Cutie- Great hair decorations, love the lunar details, seems to be a leotard over leggings? It’s nice. It’s not crazy grabbing or stands out that much in silhouette, but i do like it

Micchan the Dictionary- tying your coat around your neck is not valid, motarboards are not good magical girl accessesories, i personally have an owl vendetta, the red in her shoes appears no where else, and the shape of her dress is just weird. plus that hair is. not good. Oh wow. I might rank her lower than keek. oh Wow

Glassianne- this is just that alcreamie pokemon. i wish the exposed strawberry went all the way down instead of there being more icing along the bottom. she has a consistent theme and nice colors, i’m not not digging it

Uluru- said dog. 7753 and tama’s child. she looks warm but not super magical. why is she dog themed?

Sorami Nakano- gamer aesth. I could do without the hair paws, but the jumper is super cute, love the eyes and the hair tones, general color scheme, bandaid is a cute touch. A solid look.

Premium Sachiko- good colors, i like the cut of the sleeves/boots/dress, but her art has her legs blend together and that’d just the art but weird. nice use of four leaf clovers and horseshoes throughout for her luck theme.

CG Angel Hammer- I like the flowers and the bones tail/wings. The halo thing is. odd, and it’s hard to get a great idea of her actual outfit. weird hair choice, tiny bottom but at least it has some frills. Needs more art

Patricia- acab. great colors tho and I like the shapes for the shoulders and wrist, and the light theme. The bright blue ribbons and earrings stand out well. This is actually a really solid design.

Puk Puck- i hate this baby angel there’s too much to look at. Your bondage leg is weird! cute chest piece. you can’t have cloud swirls and drills for hair damn it. your halo also has a veil? fuck you. 6/10.

Best Outfits: Princess Tempest and Grim Heart Worst Outfits: Keek and Micchan the Dictionary and Uttakatta

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johnbbutmakeitace · 3 years

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five reasons why pope heyward is screwed, a series part (4/5)

part three is here

Reason Number Two; Thunder

Pope has never been afraid of thunder.

Growing up in the outer banks meant growing up with tropical storms. Didn’t matter if you were on the cut or the figure eight, a pogue or a kook. Everyone had to deal with the weather. It was just a part of the life.

Sometimes the sun would shine, the birds would fly, and the ocean would sparkle like a true paradise on earth. Other times, the clouds were black as pitch, and the waves crashed on the shore like they were trying to grab the outer banks and swallow it whole.

Pope’s never been afraid of storms. Weather is explainable-- something he can see and research and understand. He always thought that storms were kinda beautiful.

So it does make him sad, a little, when the low rumble of thunder, even from all the way across the ocean, is enough to make John B flinch.

They’re all sitting outside the chateau, JJ and Kie in the hammock and Pope and John B in the lounge chairs beside them. It’s late into the evening, the barest slivers of the purple pink blue sunset just enough illuminate the sharp, thin black line of storm clouds along the horizon.

The storm is miles off, but sound carries far across still waters, and the low rumble washes over their little group like a wave.

Pope watches John B, who had been half asleep and fading fast, jump awake in his chair-- eyes flying open as he looks around wildly for a moment, sucking in a sharp, panicked breath.

JJ and Kie -- who had been in some kind of ridiculous debate about the idea of a biodegradable beer can -- both turn towards the sudden movement, expressions turning to ones of concern.

When he realizes there’s no danger, John B lets out a stunted breath before settling back down, and Pope’s heart twinges in sympathy.

“You okay?” He asks, quiet enough not to startle, and in the low light Pope sees John B’s shoulders slump as he sighs.

“Yeah,” John B clears his throat, nodding. “Yeah I’m good.”

“You sure?” Kiara asks gently, and John B gives her a halfhearted smile.

“More or less,” he admits, and Pope and Kie exchange a look.

“I brought my uke,” she offers, “we can go inside and mess with the guitar, if you want.”

She uses that voice that’s hard to say no to. John B contemplates it for a moment, biting his cheek as another low rumble sounds in the distance, before nodding and rising to his feet. “Sure.”

“Have fun,” Pope smiles as Kie climbs out of the hammock, and John B gives him a small smile when Pope waves goodbye.

“Remember to be safe kids,” JJ chimes in and Pope and John B snicker at the “ow, hey!” he lets out when Kie pinches his arm.

“Don’t fall asleep out here. That storm will be here in the morning,” Kie calls over her shoulder as she follows after John B into the chateau. “And don’t leave the beer outside all night!”

Both JJ and Pope give her a salute and a “yes ma’am,” that she rolls her eyes at, but her smile is fond.

Soon enough the screen door of the chateau is clacking shut, and then it’s just Pope and JJ in the fading colors of the sunset with the silver lining of a storm.

“I don’t know about you,” Pope says, and pushes to his feet and moves to pop open the cooler, “But I could use another beer.”

“Hell yeah, dude,” JJ grins, shuffling to one side of the hammock to make room, “Grab me one too.”

Pope obliges, snatching up two beers and closing the cooler with his foot before hopping onto the hammock. It rocks perilously for a moment -- JJ laughs while Pope tries to balance with the beers, muttering “shit, sorry,” -- before coming to rest at an even equilibrium once more.

Pope tries not to let his gaze linger on the bruises littering JJ’s face. When he’d shown up that morning, they had been fresh, the blood still drying on his lip.

His mom had always taught him that hate only breeds hate, and that you should never hate anyone that didn’t truly deserve it, but-- well.

Pope really, really fucking hates JJ’s dad.

In the sunset, the bruises across JJ’s face turn a deep, dark purple. Not his eyes, though.

In the sunset, his eyes are as blue as paradise.

“You ever been scared of thunder, Pope?” JJ asks as Pope passes him one of the beers.

He’s got Pope’s sweatshirt on today. He has to roll the sleeves up a little, usually, and when they slide down to pool around his wrists when he reaches for the beer, something warm spreads through Pope’s chest at the sight.

“Not really,” he says, leaning back on the hammock while JJ pops the cap off his beer, shifting to get comfortable. Their legs end up a little tangled together, but JJ doesn’t seem to mind, so neither does Pope. “What about you?”

“Nah,” JJ says, and takes a heavy swig. It must hurt to drink from the bottle with that split lip of his, but he doesn’t complain.

“When I was little,” Pope says, idly watching the condensate form on his beer bottle, “my mom would always take me outside to dance whenever it rained.”

“Really?” JJ asks, looking up at him, and Pope nods.

He thinks about those cloudy, windy days, when the sky would let its fury fly and fall.

His mother would lead Pope outside, her hand gentle and warm in his own. The concrete of the sidewalk was still warm from under their bare feet, and they’d spin and clap and dance to the melody of wind and thunder and rain.

“It was a long time ago, but I always remember the rain was never cold,” he says, and smiles while he thinks about it. “We’d have competitions to see who had the best dance moves. I was terrible, but it would make mom laugh, so I did it anyway.”

“Dad would always watch from the kitchen window,” he tells JJ, smiling fondly at the memory, “And when we were done, he’d come out with two towels that he put in the dryer for us. And we’d eat dinner out on the porch and watch the rest of the storm.”

Pope remembers being settled snugly between his parents, his head on his mother’s shoulder and his father’s arm around them both. He doesn’t think he’d feel safer, than right there, in his parents’ arms.

It was so much easier back then-- when the only thing Pope ever looked forward to was dancing in the rain. Back when school and scholarships didn’t matter so much. So much simpler, too.

So, no-- Pope had never been afraid of thunder. In a way, it always reminded him of safety. Of home. Of love.

Maybe that’s why Pope’s always been drawn to the storm in JJ’s eyes.

When he looks, JJ’s smiling as he looks at the sunset, like maybe he got lost in Pope’s memories right along with him.

They fall into a comfortable silence as they watch the sunset fade while the storm inches closer, and it’s so simple, so easy, and everything about it just feels right.

And Pope realizes, right then and there, that it’s not just this moment. Every moment with JJ feels this way.

And that’s just how love is, Pope supposes.

Sometimes love is like fireworks, erupting fast and beautiful and over so quick you’ll miss it if you blink, but the smoke still lingers-- distant but bright and loud and wonderful in memory. Other times love is slow and sinking, and one day you wake up and suddenly you’re submerged in it’s warmth and beauty and you never want to let go.

And sometimes -- Pope realizes, with a startling amount of clarity and peace -- sometimes love is none of that. Sometimes there are no fireworks, no sinking feeling of content oblivion.

It’s just there, and it’s simple, and it’s easy, and it just feels right.

Loving JJ just feels right. And it always will.

And, yeah. Pope thinks he’s pretty okay with that.

The sunset does fade, eventually. The hour finally catching up with the two of them. Every time Pope blinks, he feels his eyes get heavier and heavier, and the idea of sleep becomes more and more appealing.

The sky becomes dull and dark, the approaching thunderstorm slowly inching closer and closer. And with those clouds comes a fresh, cool wind that sends slight shivers across Pope’s skin.

“You cold?” JJ asks, warm hand coming to rest on Pope’s shin, and Pope feels himself wake up a bit. When he looks, JJ is watching him with tired, content eyes.

“A little,” he admits, shifting to seek the heat JJ’s radiating like a goddamn furnace, or something.

“You want your sweatshirt back?” JJ asks, and that feeling of simple, easy, right inside of Pope gives a little tug.

“Nah,” he says, and bumps their knees together, “I told you you could keep it. I don’t mind.”

JJ opens his mouth like he’s gonna say something to that, but Pope gives him a look before he gets the chance. JJ’s ears go red, but he smiles, fingers curling into the navy blue sleeves a little.

“We should head in anyways,” Pope says, “Don’t want Kie putting our heads on spears for leaving the beer out all night.”

JJ hums, then lets out a big yawn, and Pope smiles.

“You’re tired,” he says, and JJ lets out another sleepy hum. Pope jostles him gently as he starts to get out of the hammock, “C’mon.”

“Mmkay,” JJ mumbles, and follows after him.

That’s how Pope ends up putting the rest of the beer away while JJ flops onto the pullout couch without actually helping, but Pope doesn’t mind so much.

By the time he’s done putting away the beer, JJ has already managed to kick off his shoes, worm under the thin blankets and basically take up half of the pullout. His hair is already a mess, blond locks flopping this way and that, but his face is peaceful -- despite the bruises and cuts and everything -- and Pope finds himself melting at the sight, a little.

God, he smiles to himself. He really is screwed.

Pope finds that he doesn’t mind that so much, either.

Pope makes his way over to JJ’s side. The pullout creaks as he sits down, and he looks over at JJ’s form as he takes off his shoes.

“JJ.” Pope whispers, reaching out and gently nudging his friend’s shoulder.

“Hm?”

“You awake?”

“No,” JJ answers, and Pope huffs out a quiet laugh.

“You gonna move over?”

“Don’t wanna.”

“C’mon, dude. I’m tired too. Scooch.”

“Nooo.”

“You want me to sleep somewhere else?”

There’s a pause, and then, “No.”

JJ starts shuffling over to make room under the blankets, and Pope feels a familiar warmth bloom inside his chest.

“C’mere,” JJ says, and Pope goes.

It takes a bit of shuffling and repositioning, but eventually the two of them are laying side by side facing each other under the covers. And here, lying beside JJ with a breadth between them, that warm, welcome feeling of simple, easy, right gives another tug in his chest, and Pope decides, then and there, that he wants to hold onto this feeling and never let go.

“Hey,” Pope whispers. Gently, he reaches out and intertwines his fingers with JJ’s, gives them a squeeze. When JJ opens his eyes to look at him, Pope asks, “Next time it rains, you wanna go dancing with me?”

JJ looks between their hands and Pope’s face, blinking, like maybe he’s not sure if he heard Pope correctly. His smile comes slow. “Seriously?”

“Yeah dude,” Pope smiles, too, “I wanna see all those great dance moves of yours.”

Even in the low light, Pope can see the way JJ’s ears turn pink.

“Hate to break it to you, but,” JJ all but whispers, “I’m not the best dancer out there, Pope.”

“That’s okay,” Pope whispers back. “I can teach you.”

JJ stares at him, and it’s a look that Pope is starting to recognize.

“Really?”

“Really,” Pope assures him, giving the fingers laced with his a gentle squeeze.

“Okay,” JJ says, then huffs quietly, like he can’t believe what he’s saying, “Yeah. I’ll take you up on that.”

“Good,” Pope says, and when JJ smiles, it’s warm and content and looks a whole awful lot like hope. Hope, and maybe -- just maybe -- a little bit of love, too.

When the two of them finally drift off, their hands stay laced together all through the night and into the beginnings of morning.

part five is here!

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seafleece · 4 years

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funnily enough, one of the first things they do is go to bed.

jester’s still shoving them along all the way into caleb’s dome, cheerful edging on a snarl, and there’s this freshly awful silence while everyone’s waiting for him to draw the circle.

“where are we going?” he says, and no one answers for a moment.

“i need a place, or it won’t work and i will have to start over. where are we going?”

“the xhorhaus,” jester says from besides beau, and turns to beau when she speaks again. “home.”

caleb looks up at her, between the two of them, and sucks in a breath between his teeth. “ja, okay, home it is.”

“beau.” they’re barely out of the lucid bastion, and jester reaches for her coat. “beau.”

“later, jes, okay?”

she’s still shaking.

jester gives her a look. it’s funny, how she’s been waiting to see jester angry, and now all she is is scared. “later.”

she doesn’t let go of beau’s coat the whole walk back.

—

and it probably seems like she’s avoiding jester, still, when they get back, but honest to gods she really does fall asleep in the bath.

the big clawfoot one down the hall from her and jester’s room— there are running faucets here, it’s always such a luxury after time on the road or in inns— she fills it and lets her hair down and even dumps in some of the citrusy-smelling stuff on the counter and sinks down, wincing.

mom would laugh, she thinks. if they did the thing they did with jester’s mom, stayed and listened to her tell stories about how their friend grew up, her mom would laugh and tell everyone that beau always hated baths. that beau hated having her hair fussed with.

but she doesn’t. she never did.

she hated how quiet they were. how her mom would hold up the stained ankles of her trousers and click her tongue and make that face, the one she always made when she knew dad would be mad but had no intention of standing in the way.

mom tugged at her hair, too, not because she didn’t like putting it up, but because dad never gave her enough time to do it in the mornings. she’d wake beau so early, and when she was too sleepy to get ready properly, mom would get angry because she was scared. dad would still be asleep, and still his anger, the fear of it, flowed all the way through mom and into her, suffocating and cold.

the first time she cut it short was to help— if she had less hair, it wouldn’t take so much time, right? but mom had crawled her fingers over her mouth like it was her arm she’d cut off, and not her hair.

(the second time she did it was because a guard had almost grabbed her by it.)

the xhorhaus is one of the only places since that’s had faucets— she watches it drip for a few long moments before tipping her head back against the edge.

she doesn’t need it. the metal basins at the soul were perfectly fine, she could go back to them— or would she not be there, either? would she even remember it? what would she have left?

what would there be left of her?

—

“i don’t know what it’s going to take.”

she comes to blearily. it’s dark out, not that it’s any indicator of the time, but the water’s still mostly warm.

jester’s pulled up one of the low stools to the side of the tub and is looking heavily at the floor, chin propped on her fist.

“what?”

“i don’t know what i have to do, beau.”

she sniffs, and godsdammit, she made jester cry.

“you keep not getting it, you know?”

“jes, i’m sorry, i—”

“you know, sometimes the rest of us do know what we want? that when we say— when i say i want you around, i mean it? that you would actually hurt me more by leaving, even if you think it’s better, or whatever.”

she turns to look at beau, and her face is flushed the same deep purple as when she’d scried on yasha, all those weeks ago. “sometimes you are really stupid, you know that?”

“yeah.”

“i’m really sorry that we made you go home, and i think your parents suck and we never have to visit them again and i think it’s really sweet that you did it anyway for nott, but we’re here, too, this time.” she reaches out, rests her hand on the rim of the tub, and beau takes it immediately. “it was really scary when you shut us out again. it was like before we knew you. it was like you didn’t want to know us anymore.”

“i’m sorry.”

“and you’re wrong, you know. or that witch is, if she told you. we’re not going to split up when this is over— we have this house all together and you can come and live at the chateau with me and momma, and we’d figure something out even if you couldn’t, because we don’t do that anymore, okay? the being along thing. we’d be dead if it wasn’t for you, so many times. we need you.”

jester squeezes her hand, and her eyes drift to beau’s shoulder, the curling green lines.

“i know you like to tell that molly story, about leaving better than you found something, but it’s not the same, okay? we’re not a town waiting for a god, we’re your friends. we can come with you.”

“i just—” she’s on the edge of tears, too, again, dammit. “if i leave when it’s good, i won’t be able to mess it up again.”

jester scowls at this, drops beau’s hand to grip both on the edge of the tub and pull herself forward, almost into beau’s space.

“why don’t you believe people want you around for more than what you do for them, beau?”

“i—”

now she really is crying. stingy, irregular tears merging with the cooling water. she thinks of mom gasping when she’d cut her hair, she thinks of the first days at the soul, before she’d given up on getting out. it’s your dad’s money, they said.

but then. she thinks of dairon, watching her with that half smile. offering a hand after beating her into the ground. the look in her eyes when she told beau she’d made her an expositor.

caleb and nott, clinging to each other under the grey sky and clinging to her, in front of molly’s grave. fjord laughing on the deck when he was teaching her sailing knots. caduceus next to her on watch, leaning on his staff— “you know, miss beau, i think you’re my favorite.” yasha reaching to touch her shoulders in the little room past the cathedral, yasha uncurling in sleep between her and jester in the rexxentrum cottage.

jester. clinging tight to her back on the ship under the wide, grey sky. pushing her knees into the hollows at the back of beau’s when they went to bed. holding her by the face when she healed her. cradling her head in her lap when she’d passed out under orly’s needle.

marching into the den of a witch after beau had offered to give them up. after beau had offered to leave her.

“i don’t know.” she looks at the water again. “i’m scared to think other things.”

jester tips forward further, so her forehead knocks against beau’s.

“just. remember this, next time you think about it, okay? imagine me crying because you are gone, because i would, beau, i would never stop crying and i would die of dehydration and it would be your fault and i would haunt you forever. i want you around all the time, i promise. i always will.”

beau reaches up to wrap one arm loosely around jester’s neck, hovering partway over the tub as she is. if jester minds that she’s dripping water onto her sleep clothes, she doesn’t say.

“okay.”

#my writing #critical role #cr spoilers #cr2e93 #beaujester #beauregard lionett #jester lavorre #beaujes #long post #ask to tag #absolutely projecting my experiences w emotional abuse onto kid beau but like #i KNOW what it's like #i KNOW abt having a scary dad and a mom who uses him as a threat and won't stop him #and self-isolating because no one Really wants you around right?? how could they

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The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,365

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I woke up with my teeth chattering from the cold around me. My blood ran cold and I felt frozen in place. It took a few minutes before I regained some heat in my body, at least enough to move from my seat.

The frog lady was knocked unconscious on the floor while Din was out across the control panel. I had no clue and no way of telling how long we were out, but judging by the ice that crystallized on Din's armor, I assumed it had been a while.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and tried to shake him awake. It took a few tries, but eventually he awoke and lifted his head from the controls to face me. He seemed out of it, but I think we all were. The crash hit us pretty hard.

"Good morning, sleepy head," I joked as he tried to power up the ship with no success. "Nothing's working."

"Clearly," he groaned and looked back at the frog lady who was finally waking up. She was shivering and letting out little whimpers at the cold. Din quickly stood and helped her back into her seat, trying to calm her down but to no avail. She croaked and pushed against his shoulders, anxiously looking towards the door. "I'll find your eggs," he nodded, understanding her concern, "don't worry."

"And I'll grab her some blankets," I spoke quickly. Din had a few down in the hull and it sounded like a dream to be bundled up in something warm. I clambered my way down the icy ladder, slipping on the second bar, but I just barely managed to keep my grip.

The ship was a complete wreck. Wires were strewn everywhere with chunks of metal either missing or protruding from the ship in ways they weren't supposed to. The snow blew in through the gaps and made it all that much colder and unbearable. Almost everything had a thin dusting of snow.

Din jumped down the hatch, hitting the ground next to me with a soft thud. His gaze shifted around, analyzing every single chunk or wire out of place with a silent intensity. He managed to convey so much with so little and right now, he radiated annoyance, which was assisted with the irritated sigh that escaped him. "Damn it."

I grabbed a few blankets while Din opened the door to the empty cot, muttering out a quick, "where are you?"

"Where is who?" I questioned, holding the blankets to my chest and peering into the cot. "Din, where is the child?"

"Who else do you think I'm looking for?" He hissed while the frog lady croaked from the cockpit. "Hang on, I'm looking for your eggs!"

"How did you lose the child?" I seethed, trying to keep my voice down to not worry the lady.

Din stomped toward me and poked his finger in my face, "Do you know where he is? If so, why don't you have him?"

I groaned and tossed my head back before pushing him aside and stepping over the boxes. He followed me, not far behind and mumbling inaudibly under his breath. I'm sure we would've kept bickering if it hadn't been for the soft sound of slurping.

Din tossed back a large cover to find the child hovering over the lady's eggs, trying to slip one in his mouth. It was a disgusting sight, I could only be grateful that the frog lady wasn't here to see it.

"No!" He grabbed the tub of eggs while scolding the little green fella. "I told you not to do that." He closed the lid and shouted back up at the lady, "found them!"

Before either one of us could grab the kid, he slurped up the egg in his hand in one chomp all while smiling up at us with big, innocent eyes.

"How many did you eat?" Din asked, receiving a burp in response.

"Shit." I sighed and collected him up in my arms, wiping his mouth with my sleeve. "You can't do that, okay? That's bad. Really, really bad."

Din helped the frog lady down and gathered a few ration packs for us to eat while I wrapped her up in all the blankets I could find. It was tempting to keep a few for myself, but I figured my shawl could keep me warm enough for now.

I offered my rations to the kid since he was clearly much more desperate for food than I was. I wasn't too hungry anyway, they needed it more than I did. Instead, I just sat by the eggs, making sure he didn't manage to sneak another one. Certainly Din was feeding him, why would he go to such lengths to try eating these?

"If you hadn't guessed," Din's voice was frustrated as he fiddled with some of the loose wires, "we're in a tight spot. The main power drive is not responding and the hull has lost its integrity. I suspect the temperature will drop significantly when night falls."

"Gee, any good news?" I scoffed and pulled my knees closer to bundle in the warmth.

Din shook his head and laid out another blanket on the ground. "I'll have a better idea of our prospects at that time."

The lady grumbled and pointed to her eggs as the monitor sunk lower. Din shook his head, his voice filled with empathy but there was not much more for us to do, "I'm sorry, lady. I don't understand Frog. Whatever it is, it can wait until morning. I recommend you get some sleep." He leaned back against the wall as the child grabbed a hold of his leg as a pillow. I would almost consider it cute if the likelihood of our demise wasn't so high.

The frog lady wrapped one of the blankets she had around the container and offered another to me, holding it out and croaking something in a somber tone. I shook my head, but smiled the most grateful smile I could. I would be fine. Her eggs, however, deserved more warmth.

"No, thank you. You need it more." I pulled it around her and rubbed her arms, trying to keep her warm, but she resisted and continued to croak and grumble.

Din sighed, "just take the blanket, Myrah."

"She needs it more than I do, I'll be fine," I assured him.

"It's freezing."

"I said, I'll be fine," I snapped.

Din groaned, his head clinking against the metal wall. "Myrah, just come here," he demanded in a harsh voice.

I felt like a child as I shuffled over with my head hung low. He stared up at me for a moment before grabbing my wrist and tugging me down to the ground next to him. My breath escaped me in a huff as I hit the floor. Din only shook his head and crossed his arms again, acting as if he didn't scoot towards me until his body was pressed against mine.

I held in the laugh that threatened to bubble up from my chest and laid my head on his shoulder in silent thanks. Maybe things weren't as bad as I thought. Maybe, just maybe, things could eventually go back to the way they once were. At least something like it.

I awoke with a start at the sound of a robotic voice saying, "wake up Mandalorian," along with Din swiftly pulling his gun from its holster. My head snapped to the right where the frog lady had rewired Zero's controls to translate her words. She croaked into the microphone, allowing it to easily translate her words.

"This cannot wait until morning," came the monotonous voice again. Din's breathing was heavy, I could feel the rise of his chest against my side, and his gun was still trained on the droid. "Do not be alarmed. I bypassed the droid's security protocols and accessed its vocabulator."

I let out a long breath of relief as Din lowered his blaster, "well, at least it didn't try to kill us this time-"

"What the hell are you doing?" He snapped. "That droid is a killer."

"These eggs are the last brood of my life cycle," she croaked into the mic. "My husband has risked his life to carve out an existence for us on the only planet that is hospitable to our species. We fought too hard and suffered too much to resign ourselves to the extinction of our family line. I must demand that you hold true to the deal that you agreed to."

The child whimpered quietly and leaned against Din, looking up at him with a wide, empathetic look. Din sighed, "look, lady, the deal is off. We're lucky if we get off this frozen tomb with our lives."

"I thought honoring one's word was a part of the Mandalorian code," her voice sank as she stared at the ground. "I guess those are just stories for children."

"Din," I whispered and shifted my body to face him. We'd taken this lady on a hell of a roller coaster and all she wanted was to reunite with her husband. She didn't deserve our drama when she had a chance at a normal life. "C'mon. You can fix this, I know you can. I'll help, too, but she deserves this. We made a promise."

"No," he groaned and pushed himself off the ground. "I made a promise. You're going to stay here." He stomped towards the tool box, mumbling under his breath, "this wasn't part of the deal," as he left the hull.

He was grumpy, more than usual. I blamed that on the lack of sleep, but there were likely many other aspects that were currently playing into that. One, unfortunately, was probably me.

"I'm sorry about him," I laughed quietly to the frog lady. "He's not always like this. Sometimes he's actually very sweet, if you can believe that. You should probably get some rest as he fixes this up."

She croaked and stared at her eggs while I leaned back against the wall again. The child crawled in my lap and dozed off to sleep as fast as he could. It seemed like he had the right idea and before I knew it, I was back in my mind once again.

The child woke me up after a few minutes, maybe an hour, I wasn't sure. He kept tugging on my hood and clothing, cooing on with a sense of urgency. Before I could stand, he waddled his way outside into the snow, babbling beside the Razor Crest as flurries fell from the sky. I could hear Din working on the ship, the sparks bouncing off the metal hummed in the empty air.

I pushed myself off the ground with a low groan from the stiffness left in my back from sitting for so long against the harsh floor. The hull was even colder now, if that was possible. There was nothing but a constant flow of freezing air and snow that now covered not only everything around, but me as well.

Somehow, that was all there was; containers. There was no blue containment of eggs, no purple frog lady, just Din's crappy containers of his obscure weapon supply.

"How 'bout you come over here, give me a hand? Make yourself useful," Din's voice echoed through the canyon.

"Din?" I stepped through the hull and pulled my hood over my head. My hands flew to my arms, trying desperately to get the warmth of my palms through the fabric.

"Myrah?" His helmet snapped in my direction. "What are you doing? I told you to stay in the ship." He jumped down from his spot, coming closer until he towered over me.

My teeth started to chatter again as I tried to stumble out a response. "Well, I was until-"

"You're gonna freeze out here," he interrupted. "Go grab a blanket or something."

"I'm not cold," I argued. I was lying, obviously. I was freezing down to my bones, but I wouldn't let him know that. My eyebrows furrowed together in a mix of frustration and confusion. He was treating me like more of a child than - well - the child.

"You're shivering." He stated simply, which I was. He placed his gloved hands on my shoulders, trying to push me back towards the ship's entrance.

"No- Din, I- Damn it, will you listen to me?" I tried to fight against him, but trying to just use my strength against his was useless and within a few seconds, I was back in the ship again. He grabbed a blanket from the back of his cot and wrapped it snuggly around my shoulders. It was thin, but it was warmer than what I was wearing.

"I'm listening," he shrugged and ran his hands up and down my arms, adding to the warmth. "What is it?"

I glanced at his hands, a little smile building on my face no matter how hard I tried to hide it. "The frog lady. She uh- She took off while the kid and I were asleep."

"She what?" He stopped and pulled his arms back to his sides. "When did she go?"

"I don't know. I was asleep!" My voice rose to a near squeak.

He shook his head and swiftly left the hull, scanning the footprints that descended down a dark tunnel. "Stay here," he demanded.

"Why? I can defend myself just fine out there, if not better than you!" I snapped and took another step towards him, jabbing my finger against his chest.

"Because I said so." He pushed my hand away and kept venturing down the tunnel. "Watch the ship!"

I rolled my eyes and stepped back towards the wreckage. I suppose neither of us knew what was out there, one of us had to make sure the ship was at least somewhat safe. Or, as safe as it could be.

All I could do now was just sit and wait. Oh, how the tables had turned.

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