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swordgayist · 3 years

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cultural appropriation in ATLA (hinduism edition)

i’m sure there’s already a ton of posts about this, but whatever, i’m still making one idc.

ATLA’s cultural appropriation, everyone knows about it, the white people don’t speak about it, and the asian and indigenous people get ignored. we know the cycle. but i wanted to come here and highlight some of the most prominent examples of ATLA abusing hinduism, as i am kinda sorta hindu (i was raised in a hindu household, i go to chinmaya mission, that kinda shit). i might forget some things so keep that in mind.

this is gonna be divided into 3 main sections, since there are different ways that they disrespect hinduism that i don’t wanna lump together.

and i’d say i know a lot about hinduism but that doesn’t make me an expert, obviously, so if other hindus have anything to add and/or correct then please do !! and if anyone else wants to share how their cultures were appropriated then please do that as well !!

so let’s get started shall we?

appropriating hinduism

1) the avatar

we’ll start with the most obvious example: the avatar itself

i know that there are parts of the avatar mythos that are taken from other cultures as well but the idea of the avatar itself is primarily from hinduism.

basically in hinduism, the term dashavatara refers to the 10 reincarnations of lord vishnu (the god of preservation), with avatar(a) meaning form or incarnation in sanskrit, and das(a) meaning ten. it was said that whenever the world was out of balance, lord vishnu would come down to earth in a certain form to restore balance. Each reincarnation is considered a different life with a different story. the avatars of lord vishnu are often considered the saviors of the world.

so basically, the central idea of the show and the actual name of the show is largely based on hinduism.

2) chakras

many different indian religions have a concept of chakras (chakra meaning wheel or circle in sanskrit), but hinduism is the one that primarily preaches the system of seven chakras, the version used in ATLA.

chakras connect the physical body to the ‘subtle’ body (referring more to the spirit and the psyche) by connecting parts of the body to aspects of the mind. the idea is that through different forms of steady meditation you can manipulate the different chakras and allow the pure flow of energy through the body.

the whole idea of chakras on ATLA is that aang has to unblock them all to let the cosmic energy flow through him so that he can go into the avatar state at will. so yeah, pretty much that whole idea was taken from hinduism.

3) terminologies

these are just a few terms that were taken from hinduism. i’m pretty sure there are more that i can’t think of right now but yeah.

“agni” kai

i’ll be honest i don’t know where the ‘kai’ part is from, i don’t think it’s from hinduism but if it is well fuck me i guess. ‘agni’ in hinduism is the god of fire, so the creators used it in ‘agni kai’, the name for a firebending duel.

“bumi”

this is in reference to the hindu word for ‘earth’, which is bhoomi. this is also in reference to our goddess of earth, bhoomi devi. also this doesn’t really bother me but i wonder if the creators knew that bhoomi is a name typically used for women (as are most hindi names ending in ‘i’/‘ee’).

in general, concepts like having multiple complex gods (the spirits) who are capable of good and evil and the reincarnation cycle are prominent in a lot of asian cultures, including (and arguably primarily) hinduism.

mocking hinduism

now we get into the mockery of hinduism in ATLA, because it is very much there.

1) whoever the fuck that baboon guy in the spirit world was

now what the fuck was this.

i mean i wouldn’t say this is the most egregious example of them making fun of brown people but lord why did this even need to be there? this random guy from the spirit world has an indian accent ? and is fervently chanting ‘om’ for some reason, and it’s clearly meant to be seen as comical. also portraying brown people as monkeys....... really.

2) combustion man/sparky sparky boom man

when rewatching ATLA in 2019 i actually had no idea that this was a thing, because the last time i had watched it was as a kid and i didn’t finish it.

so lord was i in for a surprise when i saw...

now... now what.

if you didn’t know, combustion man’s ‘third eye’ is designed to replicate the hindu god of destruction, lord shiva. right down to the vibhuti on his forehead (referring to the three line markings around the third eye).

in hinduism, lord shiva’s third eye is used to reduce people to ashes, though as far as i can recall, not very frequently. the primary significance of the third eye is that it represents the ability of higher spiritual thought and higher consciousness.

the ATLA writers take the ACTUAL significance of the third eye, throw it out the window, and then take its destructive abilities to make a super duper cool and dangerous new firebending technique.

and if that wasn’t bad enough, the actual person who uses this technique, and is meant to emulate a GOD who is PRAISED, is a scary, burly, half metal man who is a villain and an assassin. not to mention the design of his facial hair replicates that super duper scary “terrorist” depiction of brown people, particularly of muslims, that white people are so thoroughly terrified of for no reason.

this is a parody of a god, and they portrayed him as this terrifying, maniacal fucking assassin who, along with p’li, the combustion bender from LOK, is constantly referred to as a “third-eyed freak”. i’ve made this analogy before and i’ll do it again, this is like making jesus into a hitman.

now onto my favorite example...

3) guru pathik

ah, this motherfucker.

i don’t really have any problems with him as a character, i mean hell, must’ve taken a fuck ton of patience to handle aang’s “why would choose cosmic energy over katara” bullshit.

but we all know it, we see it plain as day, don’t even try to deny it.

“guru” literally just means teacher or guide, so i don’t really know why pathik needed to be referred to as “guru” so distinctively from aang’s other teachers and guides, but that’s just extremely trivial compared to all the other issues with this character.

first of all what is this character design? what is he even wearing? if they’re trying to replicate the clothes of swamis and priests and stuff this is already wrong, realized people don’t dress like this. and why the fuck does he have an indian accent? and why was this indian accent done by a non indian (brian george)?

once again, the poor but extremely heavy indian accent is clearly meant to be mocking, if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t’ve gone out of their way to get a non indian person to DO an indian accent, and instead they would’ve just gotten an actual indian person to play the role.

and oh yeah, the onion and banana juice. because hindus just eat weird shit right.

whether it’s actually weird or not, the show certainly portrays it as weird. and as far as i know no hindu actually fucking drinks onion and banana juice.

ironic because brown people can absolutely destroy white people in cooking. but i digress.

i know what you’re all waiting for. because the guru apparently didn’t have enough fun with guru pathik, so they just had to come back to him in book 3:

where do i begin.

so this is obviously john o’bryan’s super funny and hilarious depiction of pathik as a hindu god.

usually when a god has multiple arms it’s to carry an array of things, from flowers to weapons to instruments, and one hand is typically free to bless devotees (ie. goddess durga and lord vishnu respectively):

but of course white people see this as weird and so they make fun of it, hence guru pathik having multiple arms just flailing about aimlessly (save for the two that are being used to carry the aforementioned onion and banana juice).

then there’s the whole light behind pathik’s head which is usually depicted in drawings of hindu gods to show that they are celestial.

also what the fuck is he holding? is that supposed to be a veena? because this is what a veena looks like:

and i assume the reason this was added was to mock the design of goddess saraswathi, who carries a veena:

but that right there in the picture of pathik looks more like a tambura than a veena.

and it also just kinda looks like a banjo?

but i guess the animators just searched up “long indian instrument” and slapped it on there. actually no, that’s giving them too much credit, they probably didn’t search it up at all.

and then the actual scene is pathik singing crazily about chakras tasting good or something while playing the non-veena and it’s all supposed to be some funky crazy hallucination that aang is having due to sleep deprivation. just some crazy dream, just as crazy as talking appa and momo sparring with swords or tree-ozai coming to life.

our gurus and swamis and sadhus and generally realized people are very respected in hinduism, they’re people we look up to and honor very much. and our GODS are beings that we literally worship. and the writers just take both and make caricatures out of them for other white people to laugh at.

4) other shit

before we move to the next portion i just wanna mention there are also smaller backhanded jabs that i can’t really remember now, but one example was when zuko was all “we’ll be sure to remember that, guru goody goody”. or when a character would meditate and say “om” only when the meditation is supposed to be portrayed as comical or pointless. or in bitter work when sokka was rambling on about karma. small things like that. but moving on.

south asian representation, or lack thereof

now i finally get to the “losing” hinduism part. by this i mean the lack of actual representation there is of south asians (the region where hinduism is primarily practiced) despite the fact that hinduism plays such a big role in the show’s world design.

i think it’s safe to say that broadly the main cast consists of aang, katara, sokka, zuko, toph, azula, iroh, mai, ty lee, and suki.

a grand total of none of these characters are south asian. the writers don’t even attempt to add any south asian main characters.

there are characters with dark skin, like haru and jet, but a) they’re not confirmed to be south asian and don’t have any south asian features or south asian names, b) they’re side characters, so they don’t count as representation, and c) even if they were south asian and main characters, jet wouldn’t even count because he’s portrayed as a terrorist.

the ONLY truly south asian character we get is fucking guru pathik. so yeah. not representation.

i don’t get how the creators of this show rip off of hinduism (among many other south asian cultures they rip off of), mock indians, and then don’t even have the decency to HAVE a main character who is south asian.

i’ve never gotten a chance to compile all this, and this definitely isn’t all the creators have done, but i hope this was somewhat informative.

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yanderepuck · 2 years

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WE'RE MAKING THEM CATBOYS

Pirate Au who?

CATBOY CAFE AU

CAT BOY CAFE

Do I have an obsession with cat boys? Maybe. Will I ever shut up about catboys? Only once I get myself a catboy boyfriend. So who is willing to volunteer?

Lets start with how they look.

Napoleon isn't very fluffy, but his ears are rounded instead of pointy and the insides are really soft. His tail is slender, but is fur is short. Scratch him behind the ear just right and he won't leave you and he might fall asleep on your lap.

Mozart's fur is super soft on his ears, and his tail is puffy and silky soft. Obvs his fur is white, but the very tips of his fur have like an icy blue hue to them, like his clothes, which is really cute on his ears. Don't touch his tail without asking.

ITS NEAR IMPOSSIBLE FOR LEONARDO TO KEEP HIS HAIR SHORT. He's not allowed in the kitchen because of his tail. It's very puffy and is the same length as his body. So it sorta gets in the way. His ears have little tuffs at the top of them. and they twitch when he gets annoyed.

VINCENT IS A SCOTTISH FOLD. HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO SAD SO EVERYONE IS ALWAYS TRYING TO CHEER HIM UP. He does pout a lot tbh. He's like "I'm not sad >:I" his ears are so cute tho. His tail is puffy, and his fur is blonde for the most part of the tip of his tail is more of a dirty blonde/light brown He likes to set his face in your hand.

No, Theo is not a Scottish fold, HE'S A BENGAL. Man is like a leopard. His ears and tail have spots, and its very pretty. His tail isn't puffy, which he's happy about. But it is very easy to get him to purr, and his tail will swish around and he can knock things over without realizing it.

Isaac's ears are too big for his head, but like..in a cute way. His tail is also slender, and is short haired, but his ears have little tuffs on the inside. He'll hold onto his tail when he's shy.

Arthur is almost as fluffy as Leonardo. His ears are a little small, but that's because they are so fluffy you can't see much of the actual ear. His tail is always swishing back and forth, and it looks majestic because of how fluffy and how long the fur is on his tail.

Jean sorta looked like Napoleon. He has a long tail but with short fur. You'll rarely see it swish back and forth. His ears are pointed as well. He does have the habit of tilting his head when he's confused and his ears will twitch when he hears something loud.

I'm keeping Dazai as a Bobtail, idc. He's got this little numb of a tail. He almost looks like a rabbit with this purple puff ball of a tail. His ears are very upright as well.

Will is like a red version of Leonardo. His tail is super fluffy and long. His ears though are small and rounded, but the fur on them is dense so super soft even though its short. His actual hair is fairly long and he keeps it back in a loose pony tail.

Sebastian always looks puffed up, like his black fur is standing on end and won't settle down. His ears are fairly wide too, but they are pointy with little black tuffs inside.

Comte's fur is so dense and so soft. You look at it and you're like "okay that's going to be soft" and then you touch it and you want to shove your face in it. His ears are the same way. It's also easy to get him to purr.

Vlad's ears are so freaking tall and pointy. They are so soft though with the little tuffs at the top of them. His tail is pure white and he plans on keeping it that way, don't touch. Okay, maybe a little touch. He wants to be brushed.

Faust looks like he's a step away from being a sphinx with how short his fur is. His tail is an average length, and sorta curls at the tip. His ears have a little bit more fur, which also have a blue and silver combination.

Charles is a Norwegian Forest Cat. So much fluff with a bunch of different browns and reds in his fur. He's beautiful. But because he is short his ears and tail look really big compared to the rest of him.

I suppose you want to know what I'm going to do with all of this information.

WELL THESE BOYS ARE RUNNING A CAFE. Maid Cafe who? We only have cute catboys in dress shirts and waist aprons.

Leonardo will behind the counter tired as all hell, and Vincent is trying to reach up to give him ear scratches for motivation.

Sebastian seems to be great at it all as if he's done this since he was a kitten but don't ask him to go in the kitchen. He doesn't want to cook and will complaint he entire time.

Kids asking Dazai about his tail and he comes up with a new story every time.

Vlad: Someone with a face this beautiful shouldn't be stuck back in the kitchen!

Comte: You're right. Charles! You're too cute to be back here, go on out

Vlad: W H A T

Arthur: *never stops flirting which means his tail never stops swishing*

Theo: Stop terrifying everyone

Dazai: what? I got in a fight with a raccoon

Theo: *hits him in the back of the head*

Isaac: Vincent? Are you okay? You look-

Vincent: I'M NOT SAD

Isaac: ....

Vincent: I'm sorry

Napoleon sweeping every night while yelling at everyone with long fur because they shed too much

Dazai: *sitting on the floor behind the counter next to Leonardo* Man, I want a tail like that

Leonardo: Dazai...you are caressing my butt

Dazai: I want that too

Leonardo: Comte! I'm being harassed!

Mozart is very good at carrying trays, and his heels make a little click clack very important information

Jean is a little awkward at first so they just have him behind the counter or in the kitchen until he gets use to things.

Will is also a little flirty.

WAIT I"M PUTTING LEONARDO IN A COLLAR

Back to Will. He's not as flirty as Arthur, but he'll defiantly stay at your table to get to know you. He loves pets. Pet him just right and he won't stop purring.

Theo also needs a collar.

Some wear them, some don't, I don't know why. Isaac got stuck wearing one and he looks super cute.

Charles wears one even when not in uniform, but in uniform he has a little annoying bell. Faust wants to rip it off his neck.

Arthur wearing a collar bc he lowkey wants some woman to be daring enough to pull it. The moment a woman does he's going home with her and becoming her house cat.

Charles is very popular with how friendly and fluffy he is.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp faust #ikevamp charles #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp au #catboy cafe au

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seacottons · 4 years

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steel heart: — [ soulmate au ]

pairing: kang yeosang x reader

wc: 5k

genre: trash

notes: some swearing. set in wave-era. the early 90s? this was supposed be a long, slow-burn kinda fic, but in my defense i suck ass at strangers-to-lovers, so. yes. not proofread bc idc.

summary: yeosang took joy in pickpocketing all of the naive tourists in town, until he realized he stole his soulmate’s wallet.

The pads of your fingers gently brushed along the row of cat food cans, your orbs flickering to each one as you squinted in concentration. Picking a can up, you observed it curiously and failed to notice a shadow loom over your figure from behind. A hand grasping a can above your head startled you, and you swiftly turned to glare at the person invading your personal bubble.

The stranger paid you no mind as he walked away, can in one hand and skateboard in the other. You scoffed, opting to silently glare holes into his back before turning around to continue your search, vehemently spitting out, "Rude jerk."

After filling your cart with all the necessities, you made yourself over to the checkout. You fished for your wallet from your bag, brows furrowing in confusion whilst failing to locate it. You were absolutely certain you didn't leave it at home.

Your felt your stomach practically drop at the memory of the man, head snapping up to glance around your surroundings frantically. Was he still here? Had he taken it? Had you accidentally dropped it somewhere in the store?

With an embarrassed smile, you hastily explained your situation to the unamused cashier and excused yourself to take a look around the store. Half an hour ticked by, and you're sure you've looked through every aisle about three times each, but your wallet was nowhere to be seen.

And to think your new life here was sailing smoothly.

Trudging back home begrudgingly, you made a silent note about the man's appearance. It didn't help that you only caught a glimpse of his backside, but you only had chestnut brown hair and a skateboard to work with. It wasn't much, but it was something at least.

"Don't give me that look," you scolded your cat gently, "I'll bring you tuna another day."

The gray feline gave you a blank stare before curling against the windowsill.

In all the days he's lived, Yeosang thinks today is most likely his worst. He pays no mind to the scrambling and angry Seonghwa, who is trudging around the house with an apron and gloves, grumbling (read: yelling) to himself about how the place looks like 'a disgusting man-cave that even a pig would be ashamed of'. Sure, the coffee table and kitchen were always littered with half-drunk, chipped coffee mugs, used tissues, torn magazines, San's cat treats, and random phone chargers, but in all honesty, it wasn't that bad.

Also, Yeosang had a major headache, and Seonghwa's nagging really didn't do anyone any favor. And quite frankly, he didn't give a rat's ass; He had other important matters to attend to.

"Wow," a loud laugh rings throughout the large living room, "You've royally fucked up this time, haven't you?"

"Who fucked up?" Mingi asks from the kitchen. He carefully stirs a pot of noodles while his blue haired companion stares impatiently from over his shoulder. If the lack of hygiene didn't kill them, it'll be the sodium instead. That, or San's crumb-filled, backwash water bottles.

"Yeosang fucked up," Wooyoung replies in amusement at his friend's dismay. The brunette picks his head up and gives the laughing boy a menacing look.

"Shut up," he grumbles, a hand running through his locks in frustration, "They don't need to know."

"What don't we need to know?"

As if on cue, a redhead plops down onto the sofa beside Wooyoung and a snickering San. There's some suspicion in the tone of his voice, and Yeosang doesn't like it. Hongjoong peers at the two in question, his eyes then studying the look of betrayal on Yeosang's features.

The brunette bristles angrily from his spot, "Don't say it-"

"Yeosang apparently stole a wallet," Jongho mumbles quietly from his spot on the floor. He squints in concentration at the word puzzle below him, not paying the older boys any mind.

Hongjoong quirks a brow, not quite understanding, "Okay? But doesn't he do that daily? What's the problem?"

Yeosang shifts his annoyed glare to the giggling San.

"Apparently, the wallet belongs to his soulmate," San smiles deviously, quickly snatching the brown leather item from the coffee table to showcase to Hongjoong, "See? Same birthmark and all."

Hongjoong's eyes widen as he assesses the identification card within the wallet, his jaw going slack.

Mingi noisily slurps his noodles while entering the living room, Yunho trailing behind him not too long after, "Oh, wow. Yeosang really did fuck up this time," he says with a mouthful of noodles. He and the blue haired male share a look of amusement, before both erupting into fits of laughter.

The brunette dropped his head once more into the safety of his arms, shoulders slumping in defeat at the sound of the other boys' laughter, "Why me?"

Another week and another paycheck later, you finally had enough for a recent trip to the market. You peered down at your work attire, grimacing at the embarrassing sight of red sauce stains. It'll be a quick run, so maybe nobody will take notice.

Grabbing a few cans of cat food and other items, you grimaced at the heavy weight of the hand cart straining your muscles. You sighed gently, turning to walk into another aisle when a blur of man invaded your vision. A heavy weight sent you flying to the floor, the items in your cart spilling and rolling down the aisle as the stranger groaned atop of your frame.

"Shit, I'm sorry-"

Your mind took a few extra seconds to process just exactly what occurred, and when you blearily took note of the flipped skateboard to your left and the mop of brown hair invading your vision.

A pair of wide eyed brown eyes met your own, and you silently gaped at the handsome stranger sprawled on top of you. You gaze at him as if you truly saw the sun for the first time, utterly captivated by the way his eyes widen ever so slightly. Swallowing thickly at the close proximity and the soft puffs of his breath fanning your burning face, you study his features intently, "Oh, wow.. you're.."

You really don't think you've ever seen a man as handsome-

You suddenly gasped.

"You!"

The man hastily sat up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he wordlessly took in your disheveled appearance. Before he had the chance to open his mouth for an apology, you fisted the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to assert dominance, "You took my wallet, didn't you?"

Instead of replying, he casually brushed the hair from your face and leaned forward to gaze at your left eye, his own widening at the sudden sight. You hastily slapped his hand away with a scoff of disbelief, "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Your birthmark.."

He suddenly snapped out of his train of thought, eyeing you in mild amusement while digging into his back pocket for an item. When you caught sight of the familiar brown leather of your wallet, you released a gasp of disbelief, giving him an accusatory look of anger, "I knew it!"

"I was looking for you actually- to return it," he curtly started, brows quirking up as you quickly snatched it from his hands. He gives you a brief glance, a glint of amusement in his eyes, before he stands and offers you a hand, to which you stubbornly ignore. You hurriedly stand and save the small crumb of dignity you have left. You quickly study the inside of your wallet, brows knitting in confusion at the untouched money.

"Cut the bullshit," you scoffed, dusting your uniform and shooting him an unamused stare, "You stole it—" you blinked down at the skateboard before returning your hard stare at the male, "Who even rides that thing inside- I- nevermind."

You ignored his attempt at helping you pick up your items off the floor, defensively snatching the canned goods from his hands, "I don't need your help! You've done more than enough!"

"I'm Yeosang," he hesitantly offered his hand. He towered over your frame with an awkward smile.

"Yeah? And I don't care," you grumbled, turning away to saunter off to the cashier. The smile instantly vanished from his features, and he reached over to grasp your elbow.

"Wait-" he calls after you, "Give me a minute to explain!" He tugs you back, and you nearly stumble against his chest.

In all fairness, you've just found the thief who stole your wallet, and you quite frankly don't think he deserves any form of respect whatsoever.

You attempt to wrench your arm from his grasp, but he only tightens his grip with a determined expression on his flushed face.

"You have five seconds to let go of me, or else."

The fumes of Hongjoong's nail polish in the air and an obnoxious splutter of laughter greeted him once he stepped foot inside the large home. Why did he ever agree to live with seven other monsters?

His brow twitched in annoyance.

Three heads from the living room turned to gaze questioningly at the frustrated brunette.

"What the hell happened to you?" wheezed an amused Wooyoung from the sofa. Yeosang wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face and-

"I take it things didn't go well for lover boy," San grinned from the floor, hands occupied with running along his cat's fur.

"Got his ass handed to him by his soulmate, you think?" Jongho added casually whilst adjusting his posture and clicking away at the remote. The other two snorted with amused laughter.

"Aren't soulmates supposed to be infatuated with each other at first sight?"

"I don't know, San. Maybe Yeosang's case is special."

"I mean, he did steal-"

"Can you three please just shut up," he seethes, rummaging through the freezer for a bag of frozen vegetables. He simply walks past Yunho's confused form in the hallway, grumbling about how he doesn't want to talk about it.

You thought you had seen the last of that pest, but the very next day, you practically choked at the sight of the male walking into the coastal cafe you worked at.

"What are you doing here!?"

"Y/n, wait-" he grimaced, hands raising up defensively, "Give me a minute to explain."

He even had the audacity to dodge your question.

"How do you know my-" you gave him a puzzled look, before your expression darkened, "Oh. Right. You stole my wallet, of course you snooped through my ID."

He gave you an awkward smile, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, "I forgive you for giving me a black eye."

He notices your dumbfounded look.

"Huh. I don't recall ever apologizing to you," you begin, "And I never told you where I work, either. You've been stalking me, haven't you?"

"No. You were wearing the uniform of this place yesterday actually," he points a matter-of-factly. Clearing his throat, he peered around, thankful at the lack of customers this early in the morning, "I uh.. I think- I think you're my soulmate."

You pause your ministrations.

"Come again?"

Rolling his eyes, he sighs, shoulder slumping as he repeats himself whilst pointing to his left eye, "I think we're soulmates. You and I share the same birthmark and-"

A loud laugh escaped your lips, "You are most definitely not my soulmate. Birthmark or not," you turned to assemble utensils and napkins, fully disregarding his presence, "I'm not interested in thieves. Now if you'll leave me alone, I have some work to do."

"But you felt a connection too, didn't you? Yesterday, in the market-" he drawled in amusement, leaning over the countertop in a teasing manner, "I know you feel it when you look at me."

"The only thing I feel when I look at you is a mind-splitting headache," you grumble while adjusting the radio station to your liking.

A minute of silence passes. His face scrunches in distaste.

"What on earth is that insufferable noise?"

"That's called rock music." You roll your eyes, "Now leave me alone."

You take sudden interest in the dirty speckle you find on one spoon, and maybe if you stare hard enough at it, he'll disregard you and leave.

Your head perks at the sound of a chair dragging against the floor.

"Serve me."

"What the hell did you just say?" you spluttered belligerently, turning around with a look of pure disbelief. Your eye twitched at the sight of him taking a seat so casually on one of the booth chairs. "You think you're so funny, don't you?"

"I honestly don't, but—" He studied you with humor in his eyes, his fingers drumming along the wooden countertop, "my friends say that I am."

"I don't know who you think you are, but you-"

"A customer."

"Oh, piss off," you give up and turn to continue wrapping pairs of utensils together, "I'm not serving you."

"Is everything alright there, y/n?" called the tiny, elderly lady from the back, "Do we have a customer already?" Your head turns to eye the small, gray-haired woman exiting the kitchen, "Oh! A handsome fellow. What would you like to drink, young lad?"

Your eyes widen and your heart nearly drops to the floor.

Your orbs turn to slits as Yeosang gives you a sleazy smile, "Coffee for now, actually."

The poor napkin crumples into a wrinkly mess in your fist.

Oh, this bastard. This slimeball. You'll make him pay.

"Y/n! Take the man's order and start brewing the coffee!"

"Yes, Mrs. Lee!" You turned back to give the brunette a sour look, "The faster you order, the faster you'll leave. So what the hell do you want?"

The next day was much busier than the last.

You're particularly disturbed by the way two males stare at you like deer in headlights every time you pass by their table. They're young looking, maybe around your age. Kind of handsome, too- but they really don't know how to be discreet in the slightest.

Tired of the staring, you pause suddenly, giving them a look of concern as they suddenly dart their eyes and find extreme interest in the salt and pepper shakers in between them, "Is everything alright here?"

For a moment, they stay quiet.

"You're fine," the black haired one replies with a delirious smile, his head resting in his palm. He startles as the blonde elbows him in the side with a harsh whisper of Wooyoung!, and he jumps upright, back stiff and voice growing louder, "Uh! I- uh, I mean- it's fine! Everything is fine!"

"Okay.." you slowly draw out with furrowed brows.

The blonde grimaces in embarrassment, shielding his face with his hand as he looks off to the side in shame, "Can you at least try not to embarrass us?"

"In my defense, Yeosang never said his soulmate was that hot in person!? I could've used a warning, y'know?"

The bell on the door jingles and immediately catches your attention. You walk to the front with a smile only for it to instantly fall at the sight of the familiar mop of brown hair.

"Not you.." you sigh, your head in your hand as you stare in dismay out the window, "Why does the universe hate me?"

"Why are you complaining?" He quipped back with a playful bite, "Weren't you the one staring at me all day yesterday?"

"I was making sure you weren't going to steal anything," you narrowed your eyes at his growing smirk. He leans over the flaky, wooden podium and simpers at the sight of your panic stricken face, "Stop, you look like a creep."

"I know a liar when I see one," he sighed with a shake of his head. Reaching over to pluck out a stray fuzz of dust from your hair, he shoots you a determined frown, "The only thing I'm ever going to steal from here is your heart."

"I- that's kind of gross. Flirting is against the law on these premises," you stutter out, brows furrowing and nose flaring. You refuse to give in to his flirtatious remarks. You're also thankful the podium conceals your wobbly legs.

"Who the hell made that stupid rule?"

"Me. Now what do you want?"

"Such welcoming service skills you have there," he mumbles sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

"Let me guess. You want chicken and a soda, right?"

Across the room, the two boys shared a quick look before one leaned over to whisper in the other's ear. They both nod in unison, before throwing you knowing grins and snorting as they munched quietly on their food.

"Correct," he says with a steady cold voice, "And a body-bag if you have any, please."

Before you processed his words, he sauntered off to the table of the two boys, their complexions paling at the sudden angry demeanor of the brunette. His hands quickly reach forward to tug both of their ears as he quietly berates them.

"I told you not to come here!" he ignores the way Wooyoung laughs and whines in protest as he's practically pulled off his seat by his ear.

"We're not doing anything! We're just eating!"

"Eating my ass, you're-"

"Oh, gross. I'm not gonna do that. Maybe you should ask y/n-"

You and other patrons stop to gaze at the commotion at the back of the cafe, and you roll your eyes at the disturbance, before walking back over to another table to collect the money and bill.

A few minutes pass and kitchen bell rings. You look back to see the fried chicken plate steaming on the countertop, along with a large glass of bubbling soda.

The duo discreetly peek up to stare at your form, only to startle at the unwavering glare from Yeosang.

"Fried chicken and a large coke?"

"Mhm," Yeosang meets your eyes, and you internally pester yourself at the sensation of your cheeks and ears flaming. How absolutely dare he make your stomach churn like this, "Thanks, y/n."

"Say, y/n. Are you new to these parts? I wouldn't forget a pretty face like yours if I saw one," mused the black haired male. Yeosang threw a hard stare at the younger, and the latter shrunk a bit in his seat, the same mischievous smile unwavering on his features.

"I moved here about a month ago," you stated simply. A moment ticks by and the trio argue in a hushed manner.

"Well, we'll take our leave now!"

"Good luck, Yeosang!" the blonde called out suddenly, throwing a thumbs up in the air whilst hastily making their way out of the cafe, the little bell signaling their departure.

His eyes glance at you momentarily, before he clears his throat and looks away.

Your eyes narrow suddenly at the brown haired man.

"You're paying for their lunch, right?"

He chokes on a bite of his chicken.

"Where are you going?"

"Out," Yeosang says hurriedly, fingers stumbling as he attempts to tie his laces.

"Where?" presses Wooyoung with a large smile.

Yeosang doesn't reply and instead throws open the coat cabinet to look around for his ripped, acid-wash jacket.

"Guys! Yeosang's treating us at y/n's cafe!"

Excited jeers come from some of the rooms, and Yeosang can only stare in utter horror and disbelief at his best friend.

Today was definitely going to be the worst day of his life.

A week passes by, and you suddenly catch yourself feeling almost disappointed that Yeosang hadn't come to visit you.

You want to slap yourself for having such thoughts, and take out your frustrations by wiping one of the tables aggressively.

And the bastard was spot on about that stupid feeling you got in the pit of your stomach at the mere thought of him.

But, you were keen on wanting nothing to do with him.

Not after the trouble he put you through.

Soulmate or not.

Besides, he was technically a criminal. Sort of.

He had a charming smile though. And really pretty lips.

And maybe you found him to be the most handsome man you've-

"He's not handsome!" You blurted to your reflection on the wet table. A table of customers feet away pause their conversation and give you a look of bewilderment.

"Uh," a voice pipes from a few feet away, "Table for eight, please?"

Your heart suddenly leaps at the familiar voice and thw corners of your lips perk up in happi-

Pausing, you internally scold yourself for being unable to conceal your excitement.

This stupid attraction you had towards him left your mind scrambling for coherent thoughts- and curse that feeling of your stomach doing back flips. You fight the urge to punch your gut to rid yourself of that disturbing sensation.

You internally groan, not even bothering to turn around to know who had just spoken. You stand up straight, clearing your throat and awkwardly folding the wet towel in your hands. Yeosang stood at the entrance, an unamused expression on his face as the other seven behind him nosily peered over each other's shoulders to spare you a curious glance.

"Uh," you begin, looking back at the empty tables, "You can sit right here. I'll go grab some menus."

As the eight men made their way to the table, you overheard one laugh loudly to the others, "Wooyoung was right! Y/n is pretty cu-"

A jerk underneath the table and loud yelp caught your attention, and you instantly threw Yeosang a look as the other boys timidly settled in their seats. He caught your gaze and rolled his eyes.

Oh, the nerve he had.

And to think you actually missed his presence.

You learned that the seven other boys were a loud bunch, often saying something to fluster and piss off the brunette. Especially when you were in earshot. And, sweet heavens, they can eat.

Your arms were practically sore from the amount of times you walked back and forth carrying their orders.

You watched as Yeosang finished with his meal and leaned against the adjacent wall, arms crossed in annoyance and face turned to the side to stare out of the window. Your eyes study the others before flickering back at him, and you can’t help but feel a small, knowing tug of want in your chest. You instantly straighten up at the thought, shaking your head in dismissal, before walking over to collect some of the empty plates.

"Would any of you like some dessert?"

A blue haired man wiggled his brows.

"Yeosang wants some, isn't that right-"

Another kick and another glare.

"Actually, we'll just have four cheesecakes if you don't mind."

Ah. Finally. A decent, well-mannered being really does exist.

You can immediately discern that the red-headed man, despite being the smallest, held a leader-like aura to himself, given how the other boys suddenly fell quiet when he spoke. They look amongst each other and nod in agreement.

When the boys wrapped up and fought amongst each other about the payment, your shift neared its end. You nodded with a polite smile as they filed out the door with boisterous cries of 'thank you, y/n'!

"Sorry," a voices suddenly says, and you give the brunette a quizzical look, "If they were too loud.. or embarrassing."

"That's okay," you shook your head and shrugged lightly, "It wasn't a big deal. I'm used to loud customers."

"Right. So, uh.." he pursed his lips, words dying out in his throat as he glances around the cafe with nervous eyes, "Thanks- ah, for the food. See you soon!"

Before you had the chance to reply, the bell chimed and you were left alone in the cafe.

"You have a cat!?"

Your nearly jump out of your skin at the loud remark in your ear, and you immediately spin around threateningly.

Hovering behind you were those same two boys from the other week. You mentally make a note to find an ENT doctor soon. And perhaps a cardiologist.

"Yeah-" you squint in confusion as the black haired male leans forward to study your features. You gently push his face away with an uncomfortable grimace, "What are you doing?"

"You really do have the same birthmark as Yeosang, I can't believe it."

"Yeah, neither can I," you hum sarcastically, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a cat to feed."

"What's your cat's name?" The blonde practically bounces in his step as he follows you into another aisle. You want to ask why he's filming the rows of snacks with a small video camera, but you decide to save yourself the headache and not bring it up.

You peer back at the duo with a look of disbelief, "Why are you following me?"

"You're interesting."

"Right."

"We should really have a cat play-date. Is your cat a boy or a girl?"

You sigh as you place a bag of chips into your cart, deciding to amuse them for a brief moment, "Pepper is a male."

"Great! Byeol needs a man," the blonde, San- you think, nods in excitement.

"What kind of a friend are you? Set up your friend before you set up your cat," scoffs Wooyoung with an amused snort. His hands grab at the large bags of barbecue flavored chips, and you contemplate giving the back of his head a whack when he sets them into your cart.

They continue to follow you through the aisles, and while a small part of you wants to tell them off, another part of you can't help but laugh in amusement and endearment at their antics and bickering.

Once you've finished shopping, you bid them a farewell, handing Wooyoung his chips and strolling over to the cashier. Your head suddenly perks up at the commotion over by the fruit section, and you only can stare in bewilderment at the ruckus the other boys create whilst shopping for necessities. A store employee stares nervously as one of the boys juggles a bundle of bananas and oranges, while another nearly stumbles back from the other two dancing aggressively in the aisles. You wonder if this was a regular occurrence, and judging by the way the manager walks by without a care in the world, you conclude it indeed is.

You step outside afterwards, placing the bags into your bicycle's basket, before mounting it and debating whether to look back into the market at the rowdy bunch.

Your eyes catch Yeosang staring at you, and bite your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling. He's riding that damned thing again, and he pauses for the briefest moment to give you a wave.

You find yourself mindlessly waving back, and you abruptly stop once you realize your actions. You hastily throw your arm down to your side and attempt to glare in his direction, but he's already looked away with a large smile plastered on his features.

Most days working at the cafe were fine. People ate, some lingered longer to catch up with friends and play round of card games, and others came to take advantage of the happy hour specials.

But then there were some days you wanted to throw all your dignity in the nearest disposable bin, and wrestle down obnoxious patrons.

You huffed in anger at the sight of an empty table.

What kind of grown up decides to dine and ditch?

Isn't that what... children do?

It's when you stack their empty plates in your hands and turn towards the kitchen do you spot Yeosang walking towards you.

"Now is not the time," you start, hoping your annoyance isn't that obvious.

He silently hands you a wallet.

You quirk a brow, setting the plates down onto the table, "That's not mine?"

"Open it," he says with a roll of his eyes.

You swear if he does that again, you'll roll his head.

You furrow your brows and snatch it out of his hands. Your eyes widen at the picture of the very same man who left without paying, and you instantly shifted your attention to the brunette, "You did not just.."

"I'm sure all that cash is triple the amount his lunch costs," he replies with a wink, "It's no big deal."

"I can't," you swallow, shaking your head and handing him back the wallet, "I can't take this. It's considered stealing."

He gives you an unimpressed look.

"So?" he reaches over to flick your forehead, earning him a glare, "Stop being such a goody two shoes. He stole your service, so you steal his money. It's only fair, right?"

"I'll just take the amount he owes.." you speak unsurely, brows knitting in contemplation. He hands you a few bills, and you nod, "Yeah. This is just enough to-"

"And a tip."

He shoves the remaining money into your apron and your hand flies to smack his arm in shock, "No! I said-"

"Yeah, well I said you deserve a tip!"

"It's not my money!" you scold him.

"I stole it, so it's considered mine now, and I want to tip you! Stop being so stubborn, and just accept it!"

It's when you stop struggling do you notice the extreme proximity of the disgruntled male. He's so unbelievably close that you can make out the borders of the birthmark that mirrors your own. You don't waver as you stare back him with widened eyes.

"Y'know, you're kind of cute when you're mad," he begins sheepishly, eyes narrowing in thought as he inspects your features, "Uh. Since you're new to town, maybe I can show you around whenever you're free?"

Stepping back, you brush out the wrinkles of your apron and straighten your back.

"I'm not going on a date with you," you counter simply. You turn your face to glare out the window, but he stares knowingly at your burning face.

"Whoa, hold on," he smiles in amusement, "Date? Who said anything about it being a date?" You flush at his words, eyes narrowing. He laughs at your lack of amusement, "It's not a date, okay? Just think of it as a.. friendly welcoming gift. And an apology for, y'know. The whole stealing your wallet thing. Besides, my friends want to come anyway."

You cross your arms defensively and ponder for a while.

"Fine, but I expect an ice cream cone as a welcoming gift as well," you try and ignore that absurd feeling of butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach. You want to roll your eyes as his features suddenly brighten at your agreement, but you don't. Unable to breathe within the awkward atmosphere, you turn to clear the remaining utensils and plates off the table, "So, uh. I'm free tomorrow, I think. I guess you need my number, right?"

"Oh, no need. I already saved it." You swivel around to see him quirking his brow at your phone.

Oh, he didn't.

You instantly slap your hands onto your back pockets, your heart nearly dropping at the lack of the device, "Y'know, you really should put a passcode on this thing. Also, nice background picture you got there."

This obnoxious little-

He laughs out loud as you swipe the phone angrily from his hold and snap the dry towel onto his chest in retaliation, "Stop pickpocketing me!"

"I can't! Not until I have your heart," he leaves with an amused wave of his hand and a soft laugh, "Besides, you make it too easy. See you tomorrow!"

"Who was that?" asks Mrs. Lee as she waddles out of the kitchen with a large tray of pastries. Her eyes are wide behind her wide-brimmed glasses, and she attempts to tip-toe over the countertop to catch a glimpse of the retreating figure outside.

You contemplate your next words for a moment and bite your cheek to keep a smile at bay, "My stupid soulmate."

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A Bid on Bucky

Summary: You spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for Bucky when you could’ve had him for free this entire time.

Pairing: bucky x reader

a/n: this fic is damning evidence that idiots in love is my favorite genre, your honor. i’ve more likely than not used this gif before but idc because im lov it

Tony Stark is a humanitarian— a fact you have neither forgotten, nor will he allow you to forget.

Oftentimes, he’ll remind you verbally and, other times, a visual reminder will be posted on the team’s social media accounts. The pictures of him at the elephant sanctuary he helped found in Thailand are your personal favorites.

If news of his latest cause is not filling the pages of The Times or showing up on CNN’s special segment of Billionaires Who Care with Christiane Amanpour, it’s being distributed via monthly text reminder of reasons to leave Tony’s special coffee alone— last month you were told, “His donations allowed the doors of Planned Parenthood to remain open in developing nations such as Burkina Faso, and all he asks for in return is that his teammates do not finish his goddamn coffee.”

Of course, because you all live for him sniffing out your mugs at morning meetings to discover the culprit, his reminders only lead to greater coffee theft as it, in turn, increases the redness in his face when he finds the morally corrupt heathenous criminal— who is usually Clint.

In true Tony Stark fashion, though, his favorite way to remind you all, and the rest of the world, is through a gala. A gala where champagne flows like water, money is no object, extravagance is to be expected, and, as a member of the team, attendance is mandatory.

At first, you hated the damn things. It’s not like you’ve ever cared about the private island one guest owns which another guest is so obviously jealous of, or if the deal to buy a chunk of land on the light side of the moon before that hippie Elon Musk usurps it all has successfully closed.

But now? Now that you’ve learned how to direct the money those snots brag ostentatiously about into causes you truly care for with a couple little sly techniques, you fucking love the things.

You and Natasha have a game, actually. Whose Shameless and Absolutely Disingenuous Flirting Will Lead to More Money Donated to (Insert Tony’s Latest Cause Here)?

Natasha is the current titleholder as Smelly Von Oil Tycoon’s wife shooed you away before you could close the million dollar deal and Cowboy Hat McFast Food Franchise would have given up his entire company if Natasha kept batting her eyelashes at him. But in the end, just as every other time the two of you have played, you both felt like winners because the almost obscene amount of money was helping fund housing for Rohingya refugees living in Bangladesh. The competitive edge to it is just for entertainment.

This time, though, seeing as this event is an auction and you are in no mood to flirt with red-faced old men with paper-thin skin, you have taken to auctioneering with Sam.

Motioning to a projected photograph of a luxurious Paris hotel room with a view of the Eiffel Tower in your best Vanna White impression, you grin as brightly as you can. “And the last item Sam and I will be auctioning off together is a two-night stay at Plaza Athénée in Paris. First class airfare for two is included, as are two tickets to the Louvre. You’ve been to Paris, haven’t you, Sam?”

“Why, yes, baby girl, I have,” he replies with a grin as broad as yours, the spotlight and his natural charm causing his deep brown eyes to sparkle like diamonds. You think for a second that you can actually hear Bucky scoffing in the audience. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, but I will say that it is called the City of Love for a reason.”

“Of course, our unlucky-in-love Sam shared those kisses only with every bit of bread and cheese he came across but you can share it all with someone special.” At that, Sam elbows you gently in the ribs with a fond roll of his eyes. “We’re going to start the bidding at twenty-thousand dollars.”

Immediately, paddles shoot up and Sam begins calling out higher bids and paddle numbers while you lean your hip against the podium and take a long sip of your champagne which has since, unfortunately, gone lukewarm and flat. Your face pinches and you scan the crowd for a wandering waiter.

Before you can, though, your head tilts just as you spot Bucky, a large button reading “BACHELOR #4” pinned to the lapel of his tux.

He’s laughing. Not openly and loudly like he usually does when the two of you are alone, but his shoulders are shaking and he’s grinning so the skin beside his eyes wrinkles. You think fleetingly that his cheeks might even be dusted in pink as he ducks his head.

The sight makes you smile, too, and you set your champagne aside. It’s secondary now.

“Congratulations to Mr. Baldwin and all the other winners of these wonderful vacations,” Sam says once the winner has been announced and ushered backstage. “Sadly, our time is up for the night.”

You nod and pick up your microphone again. “Yes, but you will be seeing Sam again tonight as a part of the Bachelor Auction. Give the crowd a spin, Sam, show them what they could be going on a date with.”

Sam unbuttons his wine-colored tuxedo and spins slowly, a slight swing in his hips. He’s met with several wolf-whistles, a rose thrown on stage, and a brief retching noise courtesy of Clint, to which Sam replies with a wink and a scoffed, “The glory is too much to handle for the insecure and faint of heart, ain’t it, Barton? We got a doctor on retainer in case you pass out.”

Sam holds out his elbow to help you down the stairs and you gratefully loop your arm through his, your other hand hoisting the hem of your dress above your ankles.

You sigh after meeting one of the bid winners, smile falling from your lips the moment you turn away. “I should’ve bid on that Marrakech trip.”

Sam cocks an eyebrow. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit that you have yet to release him and simply follows you as you head to the bar. “Enjoy it last time?”

“You mean when I was there to locate stolen Chitauri weapons?” you let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. “Steve didn’t even let me glance in the relative direction of a souq when that was the only reason I volunteered.”

“So that’s a no?”

You take the fresh flute of champagne a waiter offers and nod your thanks. “That’s a hell fucking no.” A pathetic pout and, “I deserve to love Morocco.”

“Makin’ that face at me won’t help your cause. Makin’ that face at Pervert Santa Claus over there,” he points to a man, rosy-cheeked with a white beard and wandering eyes, who you recognize as the winner of the trip. “That’ll get you what you want.”

You make a face, tongue sticking out as you gag, and set your glass atop the bar. “First of all, even the prospect of sex with me will make his heart give out.”

Sam laughs into his tumbler of whiskey and rolls his eyes.

You grimace openly when the eyes of an elderly man— his arm around a woman who looks to be barely in her twenties— linger a bit too long and smile when he visibly shrinks. “And B., I only flirt with them to get donations. I’d sooner never leave this tower again than get with one of these ‘I only donate money to boost my public image’ types.”

He hums and a slow, lazy smile curves his lips. He nods his head in the direction of something behind you. “Barnes’ got a different ideology.”

As casually as you can, you turn your body to lean your elbows atop the bar and tilt your head ever so slightly to glance where Bucky is standing.

Standing and laughing. How is he still laughing?

Arching an eyebrow at the woman he speaks to, you lift your glass to your lips. “Doesn’t look like she fits the bill.”

“You’re joking,” Sam laughs, shaking his head as he sets his elbows on the bar as well. His shoulder brushes yours and, despite the itchy fabric of his tuxedo, you don’t mind. “That’s Maris Scheufele.”

Long, chestnut brown hair swept over one shoulder to keep her back bare, her gown is silky, liquid gold. Dripping in wealth.

You purse your lips and turn back to Sam. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“Chopard heiress.”

“Chopard like—” with wide eyes, you point at the sapphire and diamond earrings borrowed from Pepper on your ears and the matching ring on your left index finger. “Like Cannes Film Festival Chopard? Like that Chopard?”

“Yeah, that Chopard.” He has to stop from laughing at the look you offer him. He thinks he might see your skin turn green in a matter of minutes. “She’s more loaded than Cigarette-Breath Du Rideshare-App-CEO from the elephant benefit.”

You manage a small smile and a quick roll of your eyes, only to have them once again land on Bucky and the Chopard heiress. Maris.

You aren’t jealous— per se. Jealousy is an ugly emotion, after all. Childish, and inconsiderate, and rooted in insecurity.

Sure, she’s cuddled up next to someone you’re in the midst of denying feelings for out of fear and the prospect of being undeserving. And, sure, she’s covered in diamonds and you’re usually covered in dried blood, dust, and dirt from HYDRA facilities. But you aren’t jealous.

You know you’ve wasted your time, his efforts, and your emotions being anything but happy with Bucky. Chances lost never come around again, right? So you’ve made your peace with it. You’ve had to make your peace with it.

With how much you’ve messed up, how many chances you’ve lost. With how perfect she is and how perfect he looks laughing with her.

Perfect.

So perfect that your teeth grit and the grip you have on your champagne flute tightens.

“He’s gonna bring in the big bucks.”

You snort. “I thought he had different ideologies.”

“He does. But you know she ain’t gonna let him get auctioned off to anyone else.” A corner of Sam's lips turn up in disgust as he, too, stares at them with little stealth. Nick Fury would be ashamed in you both. “Lookin’ at him like he’s a piece of jerky.”

“Jerky?”

“Old, dried up beef.” He then hums in agreement with his own words. “Nasty, hundred-year old beef.”

With a laugh— a laugh that has the cadence of a sob— you drop your head into your hands.

You meet Bucky’s eyes when you pick your head up, his head tilted in silent question. Perhaps at your wet, ironic smile, perhaps at the pull of your eyebrows.

You shake your head in response and it’s when he almost immediately returns to laughing at whatever Maris Scheufele is saying that you straighten with a frown.

What the hell kind of name is that anyway? Maris.

“What the hell—” you pause to take the glass from Sam’s hands and polish off his whiskey. “What the hell is so funny?”

The glass is snatched back. “Not you finishing my drink, that’s for sure.”

Shrugging as you continue to stare at Bucky and Maris, you mumble, “Put the next one on my tab.”

Sam snorts as he asks for another drink, facing you as he adds, “S’an open bar, you cheap ass.”

Once you’ve been able to secure a fresh, much stronger drink for yourself, you loop your arm through Sam’s again and set your chin on his shoulder. Your noses nearly bump when he looks at you and you both laugh softly. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“You did.” He yelps and laughs when you pinch his side, lightly knocking his head against yours. Gentle eyes meet yours as he says, “Not tryna be harsh, but you had him and you let him go.”

“I know.”

“He spent weeks moping about it, you spent weeks moping about it.”

“I know.”

“It was miserable comforting both you idiots.”

“Yeah, you’re the real victim here.”

Despite your dry tone, he nods in agreement. “You could tell him right now. Get all this bullshit over with and out in the open.”

Just the idea makes your heart rate spike. “He might reject me. Exact revenge for what I did.”

“Barnes is a lotta things. Greasy, geriatric, testy, fuckin’ annoying as shit—” Sam hisses when you pinch him again, “— but vindictive ain’t one of ‘em.”

Before Sam can convince you to move even an inch from the part of the bar you’ve dubbed yours for the night, warm fingers wrap around your elbow and tap your arm five times in quick succession. A secret identification code.

A secret identification code that makes you smile despite yourself. You lift your head from Sam’s shoulder and hope you don’t look too eager as Bucky leans back against the bar, facing you entirely. “Look who it is.”

He waves vibranium fingers and grins, a bit of that thirties charm you’d heard so much about shining in his blue eyes as he looks at you. “Hi, sweetheart. Wilson,” he adds with a playfully curt nod, chuckling when Sam returns it. “You were great up there. Prettiest MC I’ve ever seen. Almost had me buyin’ the trip to Morocco to make up for the shit Steve put you through.”

You feel Sam shaking in silent laughter and sigh when you hear his whispered, “For fuck’s sake.”

“Only ‘almost’?” you ask with a pout Bucky grins at and wide eyes that have him swallowing over a dry throat. “What does a girl have to do for you to actually bid?”

He shakes his head after a moment of simply staring, chuckling. “These poor bastards don’t stand a chance against you, do they? They’d probably sign their entire companies over to you and not think twice about it.”

“Just doing my part to save the Amazon,” you shrug. “Like you’re doing with the Bachelor Auction.”

“‘Bout that,” he begins as he straightens his jacket and tie— all black. You trace his jaw, sharp and angular, when he glances away for just a second. “How long d’you think it’ll take Stark to put me out of my misery when nobody bids on me?”

“I wouldn’t be so negative. I know of one person who’ll definitely bid on you.”

His lips quirk up on one end, eyes dreamy as his head tilts in indulgence. “Yeah? Who’s that?”

“Your heiress.”

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice Sam jabbing his elbow into your ribs and cocks an eyebrow in confusion. “My what?”

Though you weren’t planning on replying, Tony’s voice over the speakers doesn’t allow Bucky to question you further and you heave a sigh of relief. He calls all the bachelors to the stage and Sam pulls his arm from yours, bumping your shoulders together before he departs just as Tony begins telling a story of his first bachelor auction and how much he went for.

Bucky remains still, however. Leant against the bar, eyes on you.

“Bachelor number 4,” you say, pointing at the button he wears. You smile softly. “You’re needed on stage.”

That seems to jolt him out of whatever stupor he was lost in and he stands straight. He takes a step forward and pauses, so close you can feel the heat radiating from him and smell his subtle cologne. “Bid on me if no one else does.”

“I won’t need to.”

Natasha finds you just as the bidding begins and orders herself a drink. She doesn’t say much, simply looking at you as you stare at Bucky standing next to Steve and Sam, and nods to herself. She remains a quiet, comfortable presence until Steve is brought to centerstage and nearly every paddle in the room shoots up. “You tell him yet?”

“Nope.”

“Thought so.” She nods her head to her left and you follow the movement to where Maris sits, back straight as she, too, looks at Bucky— but she’s grinning, paddle poised to be raised. “Scheufele being a cock block?”

You’re visibly surprised when you turn back to Natasha, her ginger hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. “How did you— How the hell could you possibly know that?”

With the crooked curve of blood red lips, she smiles. “I’m just that good. And Sam texted me about it ten minutes ago.”

She continues to watch you as the excited winner of a date with Steve rises from his seat. “He’s next.”

“I know that.”

“You gonna bid on him?”

You snort, though unconvincingly, and shake your head. “And go against an heiress? I’ll save myself the embarrassment.”

“Stark pays us buckets,” she tells you with a frown, picking a stray piece of lint off her silver dress. “You could afford to go against an heiress.”

Bucky’s eyes are narrowed as he looks over the crowd of people seated at their tables. The light bounces off diamonds and sequins, gold and shiny leather shoes. It stings his eyes, it makes him scowl.

“And next, ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on Bachelor Number 4,” Tony announces, turning a bit to glance at Bucky as he trudges over, not bothering to look a bit more appealing. “James Buchanan Barnes, truly the human equivalent of a cat.”

Bucky openly glares at Tony now.

“James enjoys silence, brooding, eating like a fuckin’ horse, and telling the same story more than once,” Tony continues, ignoring the roll of Bucky’s eyes. “Cute, cuddly, and a little dangerous, we’ll start the bidding at one-thousand.”

Three paddles shoot up. One from Maris, and two toward the center of the room. Your shoulders tense, Bucky’s relax.

“Okay, do I see eleven hundred?”

Two paddles remain lifted until Maris shouts from her seat in a lilting voice, “Three thousand.”

Your jaw clenches, Bucky grins.

Tony set his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Alright, three thousand going once—”

“Thirty-one hundred!”

It feels as if the entire room turns in their seats to gape at you, but you try to pay them no mind. You, wearing your jealousy and determination like armor, stand at the bar with an empty glass in your hand, waiting for Tony to call your bid. But before he can—

“Thirty-two!”

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at Maris. “Thirty-three!”

“Four thousand!” She’s smiling. A perfectly manicured eyebrow is raised in challenge.

You see red. “Forty-three hundred.”

“Six thousand!”

“Sixty-five hundred!”

“Seventy-five hundred!”

When you look at the stage in a bit of a panic, Tony grins expectantly at you and Bucky— Well, you don’t think Bucky’s ever looked so shocked in all the time you’ve known him. But when his eyes go from Maris to meet yours, you find yourself yelling, “Ten thousand!”

The room goes silent, or maybe you’ve just tuned it all out, and Tony is shaking his head in amusement. “Ten thousand going once.”

You turn toward Maris as she sits and tosses her paddle onto the table. “Ten thousand going twice.”

You face the stage again. Bucky’s expression is unreadable. “Sold to our beautiful teammate in blue.”

A bright spotlight shines on you and you fight the urge to run from the room, from the Tower, from New York, and give your best smile.

—

It’s four in the morning, all the lights on the residential floors of the Tower have been turned off, and the world is peaceful. But your mind continues to race.

You sit at the kitchen counter, container of Sam’s leftover cheesecake from your lunch out with him open before you. You twirl a fork between your fingers and stare at nothing in particular, your soft breaths the only sound in the room.

You’d changed out of your dress hours ago, washed off your makeup and taken the pins out of your hair. You could barely meet the eyes of your reflection out of fear of judgement and you didn’t ask FRIDAY to dim the lights or lock your door just in case she laughed at you.

Tony had yet to talk to you about paying the ten grand you bid on Bucky and you left the ballroom before anyone could so much as snicker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever, you just needed the night to come to terms with your own stupidity.

Yet as you prop your chin upon your palm and sigh, you think you might need a day or two, too.

Quiet steps down the hall are made purposefully louder as they grow closer so as to not startle you, the lights dim as bulbs flicker on to about ten-percent of their full brightness. You fear your heartbeat might be audible to everyone in a ten mile radius at the sight of his blue eyes, messy brown hair, and wrinkled black t-shirt, and take a deep breath through parted lips in a futile attempt to calm it down.

He offers you a small smile and walks to the fridge. “You want some water?”

You shake your head— even though he can’t see you. “No, I’m fine.”

There’s a beat of silence and you take a breath to steady yourself. “Buck, I think we should talk.”

He takes out a glass bottle of water for himself and shuts the fridge, leaning against the sink. He’s still smiling. “I know.”

“I—”

“I’m not gonna hold you to this thing,” he interjects, rolling the bottle between his hands. He watches as you sit up straight and set your fork down. “I know you made the bid just to donate the money and save me from that married heiress—”

“Married?” you repeat to yourself.

“And you’ve made it clear you just want to be friends,” he continues, undeterred. “So it’s okay. Hell, I’ll pay for half of it so I’ll feel like I’ve actually done somethin’ to save the sea turtles.”

“The Amazon.”

“Right, the Amazon,” he amends with a quiet laugh. He takes a sip of the water and sets the botte aside. “So whaddya say, huh? We’ll go half and half, help this cause out a little, and you don’t have to go on a date with me.”

“Bucky, you don’t understand—”

“No, no, I get it,” he says, walking around the narrow strip of granite separating you to sit on the stool beside yours. Features soft but a little sad, he shrugs as warmth rolls off him in waves. “I told you to bid on me in case no one else did and you saw how much more Steve went for. You tried to raise the bids on me and got stuck since those billionaires didn’t want to shell out more than ten grand on the Winter Soldier. I get it!”

“That’s not why I did it, Bucky. Not at all.”

He lowers his eyes to his hands, staring at mismatched palms, and says nothing.

“Honestly, I—” You stop yourself when it feels as if your heart’s lodged itself in your throat and struggle to swallow over it. “When I saw that Chopard heiress talking to you and laughing with you, and when she bid on you and almost won that date, I— Something happened.”

He looks at you now, eyebrows pulled together. “What happened?”

“I— I don’t know. I guess I was a little jealous,” you say with a laugh only to shake your head. There’s a subtle sting behind your eyes, at the tip of your nose, and you pray to every deity you can think of to stop any tears. “No, I was very, very jealous. You two looked so happy and perfect and I wanted to scream, and cry, and— Fuck, all I could think about is how much time, and energy, and emotion I’ve wasted pushing you away so neither one of us ends up heartbroken when I already am.”

You sigh, unable to meet his gaze as he gapes at you, his mouth hanging open as you laugh mirthlessly. “It probably seems so stupid to you and I know you’ve moved on, but, holy hell, I wish you still had some kind of crush on me because I’m dying here, Buck. I mean I just spent ten thousand dollars to make you go on a date with me.”

“You did,” he agrees. He’s smiling when you manage to look at him, “You spent ten thousand dollars on me when you could’ve just had me for free this entire time.”

He grasps your chin between his flesh index finger and thumb and jostles you a little, gaze so adoring. “And what punk ass told you I moved on from you? Huh? That same goof who said it’s just a crush?”

He leans forward and pauses just before his lips meet yours, as if waiting for you to pull away only for you to close the distance first.

What starts off as just a light brush of your lips against his quickly turns into a deep, hungry kiss that quiets your mind and forces your heart into overdrive. The warmth of it reaches your toes and every hair follicle, especially as both his hands cup your face while your fingers tangle through his hair, the rasp of his stubbly beard against your soft, sensitive skin stealing your breath even more.

You pull away first and your voice is small, a bit hoarse as you ask, “So you still like me?”

He sets his forehead against yours and his lips pull into a smile. “I’d say it’s a li’l more than that, sweetheart.”

It’s hours later when the sun is up, the cheesecake slice is long forgotten, and Bucky’s pulled you onto his stool to straddle his lap, your lips swollen and a little painful, that you groan in embarrassment.

He immediately leans away from your neck and looks up at you in concern, lips full and cherry red. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I have to pay Tony ten thousand dollars.”

Chuckling, he rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your chin. “I’ll pay it.”

“Then I’ll owe you ten thousand dollars.” You withhold a moan when he nips at a part of your neck that has your hips rolling into his, the hitching of his breath felt more than heard. “That— that just transfers the problem.”

You feel him smile, arm tightening around you. “I think I know of a way you can pay me back.”

“Sounds like you just discovered the world’s oldest profession.”

A punishing nip under your jaw and you gasp as he laughs. “I’m still all for going half and half to save the sea turtles.”

“The Amazon.”

He sighs and leans back. “Fuckin’ Christ. Someone needs to save the fuckin’ turtles already, then.”

#i wish i could show y'all the dress i imagine her wearing but alas #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x reader angst #well. mild angst #VERY mild

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diangeloyoyok · 4 years

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my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo movies #so fucking stupid #anabeth chase #grover underwood #heroes of olympus #disney+#pjo adaptation #percabeth #rick riordan

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ok so.. im nb and use they/them pronouns! my faves are ult rarepair kentsukki but i love them sm... i can talk enough for all 3 of us and i take sarcasm/roasting like a champ (i find it genuinely funny as long as its not fr cruel/in front of a lot of ppl). a friend made a joke once tht we wld be sun/moon/stars which i think is adorable. i love to read, i play a lot of video games, & i write poetry! for a request mb a museum date? me and tsukki can geek out while kenma is a good sport lolll -jj

omfg kentsukki is so rare this is actually the first time i’ve seen this? but i hope u like this jj nonnie! <333

jj & kentsukki:

first i wanna dive in w the sun/moon/stars thing!!

we all know tsukki would be moon,,,,, but u and kenma! for some reason whenever i think of poetry i associate it with the sun, so since you write for poetry, i command u the sun!

and then kenma would def be stars bc hes just there??? like not really but he has such an important significance in your life and does so much for you but you won’t notice unless u really look at his actions and know him well

you and tsukki read to each other idc no arguments allowed.

AND YOU AND KENMA PLAY GAMES TOGETHER DUH

tsukki even joins in sometimes bc our baby gets curious too but you and kenma always make fun of him on the down low and hes all snarky bc u two love to gang up on him

but you never gang up on kenma! there’s no specific reason, but something about making fun of kenma and possibly getting him mad scares the both of u so u choose to stray away from that possibility

kenma and tsukki gang up on YOU tho,,,, sorry,,,,

like kenma would be more backhanded teasing while tsukki just goes all out he has no shame sheesh

anyways museum date time!!

u go to a dinosaur one of course, per the request of tsukki. kenma wasn’t supposed to come along, but you insisted and tsukki also forced him so here he was

he was mostly on his phone to play games tho and ur like :// boring!

so u come to him while tsukki was observing some fossils, and you keep pecking kenma’s face even if he’s trying to swat you away

“babe,” kenma would warn and ur like SUDDENLY I CANT HEAR

tsukki approaches the two of you and pulls u in his arms, pecking the top of your head, having to lean down a lil bit bc of ur tiny adorable self!

“jj you’re really short,” tsukki would tease, and kenma would smirk, pausing his game and looks up

“right? come here jj, i wanna pat ur head.”

STOP ITS REALLY CUTE THO!

“SHUT UP!” you’d huff before eventually making your way to kenma, who smiles and pats your hair, twirling the brown locks as he looked at you with so much love

tsukki leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek before walking away, mumbling about how hungry he was

u and kenma follow him from behind, holding hands and being all giggly awwwwww

#mika third-wheeling #starfleet's jj anon

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mmemiraculous · 4 years

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The 5th VK

The title is a work in progress. I’m down for any suggestions. Goodbye, I have to sleep now.

quick disclaimer, IDK and IDC how Hades ember works

Chapter 2 ->

~°~

Future king of Auradon was looking out of the window from where he was standing, while the royal tailor was taking his measurements. On the other side of the window was the isle.

The island of the lost and forgotten. Filled with villains and criminals who did terrible crimes. Yet, also, filled with children who had nothing to do with their parents crimes. Children who are being banished for no reason. That didn’t sit right with Ben. They were innocent.

“Head,” the tailor turned The prince’s head. The soon to be former King and Queen walked in the room, hand in hand.

“How is it possible your becoming king next month,” was the first thing his father said, “your only a baby.” He teased.

“He’s turning 16, dear.” His mother responded.

“Hey pops” Ben smiled.

“16? That’s far too young to be crowned king. I didn’t make a good decision until I was a least 42.” Said the king.

Belle looked offended, “Uh, you decided to marry me at 28.”

“it was either you or a teapot.” Belle gave her husband a look, “Kidding, I’m only kidding.”

“Mom, Dad,” Ben started to walk towards them. But Lumire stopped him, as he wasn’t finished. “I’ve chosen my first official proclamation.” He took a breath before continuing. “I’ve decided that the children on the isle of the lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon. Everytime I look out to the island, I feel like they’ve been abandoned.”

The king’s eyes widened. “The children of our sworn enemies? Living among us?” His mother was shocked as well, but didn’t look as alarmed as his father.

“We start out with a few at first,” Ben tried to reason with him, “only the ones who need our help the most. I’ve already chosen them.”

“Have you?” The king crossed his arms

“I gave you a second chance.” Said a Belle to her husband. She turned back to her son, “Who are their parents?”

“Cruella De Vil…Jafar…Evil Queen…” Ben started, “ Maleficent and Hades” He heard Lumire yelp beside him when he says the last two names.

“Maleficent! Hades! They’re the worst villains in the land!”

“Dad, just hear me out here!”

“I won’t hear of it. They are guilty of unspeakable crimes.”

“Dad, their children are innocent. Don’t you think they deserve a shot at a normal life? Dad?” Ben looks to his mom “Mom?”

Belle gave her husband a look that seemed like she was telling him to believe his son.

After a few moments, the king spoke again, “I suppose their children are innocent.”

“Well, well done. Shall we?”

Meanwhile on the isl. 5 villain kids had no idea that their lives would change forever.

They say I’m trouble

They say I’m bad

They say I’m evil

And that makes me glad

The leader of the group with purple hair, cream colored skin and a vicious smile finishes spraying the Silhouette of her mother with ‘LONG LIVE EVIL’ sprayed on. She looks at a brown skinned girl with neon blue hair leaning on the wall she just spray painted. The young fairy gestured for her to follow her with her signature smile.

A dirty no good

Down to the bone

Your worst nightmare

Can’t take me home

A tall, long haired Arabian was in a where house (?) scheming what was the next thing he’d be taking today. He stared at the Silhouette of his father’s genie form, wanting to make him proud.

**So I got some mischief **

In my blood

Can you blame me?

I never got no love

Another girl with blue hair was strutting down a table while others were eating without a care in the world. Everyone was yelling at her to get off of the table, while one boy caught her eye. She smiled at him and walked away.

They think I’m callous

A lowlife hood

I feel so useless

Misunderstood

The second youngest of five ducked out of someone’s window. He wore a smile as he took a man’s bandana and bit into a little girls apple. He tossed it back to her though, but she wouldn’t be finishing it.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the baddest of them all?

Welcome to my wicked world

Wicked world

The three girls strutted down an alleyway while the three boys were on their own. Power and confidence screamed in every step they took. The purple haired stared straight ahead with confidence. The older blue haired girl had her hands on her hips with a smirk on her face. The younger demi goddess trailed a bit behind, radiating the most confidence.

The Arabian with a red beanie was doing parkour on the roofs above them. It was quite impressive when he did a backflip off or a pipe. The boy with the black and white color scheme was in a barracks disrupting everyone in a bed, as he bounced on each one waking them.

I’m rotten to the core

Rotten to the core

I’m rotten to the core

Who could ask for more?

I’m nothing like the kid next

Like the kid next door

I’m rotten to the…

I’m rotten to the core

They all met in the area where most citizens of the isl did their laundry. Throwing clean and dirty laundry in buckets, in faces, and on the floor. Grabbing pipes they found sometime along their journey of chaos, they began to bang them on anything that would make the most noise, laughing along the way.

Call me a schemer

Call me a freak

How can you say that?

I’m just unique

The young fairy was on her own around a small area. Spraying her First Initial on a tarp with purple spray paint, pulling it aside to reveal an innocent man taking a bath minding his own business, now feeling embarrassed that he was revealed to everyone.

What, me a traitor?

Ain’t got your back

Are we not friends?

What’s up with that?

The demigoddess was tagging along with the sticky fingered Arabian this time. The tall boy had taken a used teapot, pretending to serve tea to the two men. Then jumping over the table, taking the teapot with him. The younger with him had swiped the table cloth with her.

“Was that really necessary?” The older boy had asked as they spirited away.

“Was taking a rusty teapot necessary?” She sassed.

The boy smirked and shook his head, as they made their way to where they’d meet the other 3.

So I’m a misfit

So I’m a flirt

I broke your heart

I made you hurt

The young fashion designer found herself going through a stand where someone was selling scarves. As she took the scarf from (what she’s guessing) the seller he spun and made a strange sound with it. Went back into the hanging scarves, looking back at the man looking mystical. After, she made her way on where’d she’d meet the others.

The past is past

Forgive, forget

The truth is

You ain’t seen nothing yet

On the other side of the building where the other three were, the white haired boy was causing more chaos. Throwing and kicking produce from the table he was walking on. He tossed a basket on a lady’s head, and hitched a ride on a cart where a man was pushing some hay.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the baddest of them all?

Welcome to my wicked world

Wicked world

I’m rotten to the core

Rotten to the core

I’m rotten to the core

Who could ask for more?

I’m nothing like the kid next

Like the kid next door

I’m rotten to the…

I’m rotten to the core

After an amazing dance number, the purple haired girl took a sucker from a little kid and held it up in triumph as as everyone laughed and cheered. But, everyone scattered as two knuckle heads showed up.

“Hi mom.” The purple haired girl in leather said to the knuckleheads.

Maleficent pushed the two aside, revealing herself, “Stealing candy Mal? I’m so disappointed.” The fake disappointment clear in her voice.

“It was from a baby.” Replied her daughter with a smile.

“That’s my nasty little girl.” Mal gave Maleficent the lollipop and she spit on it and put it under her arm.

“Ew.” The young demigoddess said from where she was.

“Give it back to the dreadful creature.”

“Mom… Why!?” Mal whined

“It’s the deets, Mal,” Maleficent started, “that make the difference between mean and truly evil.” She waved to the mother of the child who just had their sucker man handled. “When I was your age,”

“I was cursing entire kingdoms.” Mal recited with her mother. “You. Walk with me.” The two fairies walked away from the other four “See, I’m just, just trying to teach you the thing that really counts… how to be me.”

“I know that. And I’ll do better.”

“Oh, there’s news! I buried the lede,” Maleficent walked back to the other four and laughed, “You five have been chosen to go to a different school… in Auradon”

Evie screeches, Carlos and Jay tried to run, but the knuckleheads had somehow appeared behind them.

“Excuse me!?” Hailey exclaimed in disbelief. “I’m not going to a school filled with pretty, prissy, pink, princess

“And perfect princes.” Evie smiled. Mal gave her a look and she back tracked, “Ugh.”

“Yeah.” Mal agreed with the youngest of the 5. “Mom, I’m not going to some boarding school filled with snobs.”

“Yeah, and I don’t do uniforms. Unless It’s leather. You feel me?” Jay said with a cheeky smile.

“Do you even know any other fabric besides leather?” Hailey asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course I do.”

“Name one.”

“Vegan… leather-”

“Stop talking.”

Carlos walked up behind Mal, “I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon.” He said with fear in his voice, “Mom said they’re rabid pack animals who eat boys who don’t behave!” Right then, jay snuck up behind him. Scaring him with a bark. Carlos jumped back and hit jays arm as Hailey giggled.

Mal made up her mind, “Yeah, mom we’re not going. forget it.”

That obviously displeased the older fairy, “Oh, you’re thinking small, pumpkin. It’s all about world domination. KNUCKLEHEADS” The knuckleheads followed her. With a singsong voice she said, “Mal…” Mal followed her, and the kids sans Hailey followed. She went the other way.

“Where are you going Hailey?” Maleficent said. It was evident that she didn’t want to deal with the young demigoddess right now.

“Back to my dad’s!” She yelled back, “there’s no way I’m going.”

“You’re dad’s at ours.” Maleficent said with a smirk.

Hailey stopped walking and ran a hand down her face. “Oh my hades!” She yelled and walked back to the others with an adorable, yet angry pout.

“Are you even able to say that when your father is Hades?” Asked Carlos.

“Don’t talk to me.” She speed walked ahead of them all.

Back at the tower, Maleficent was sitting on a throne-like chair explaining what the VKs would be doing in Auradon “You will go. You will find fairy godmother and you will bring back the magic wand. Easy.”

“What is in it for us?” Asked Mal.

“Matching thrones. Hers-and-hers crowns.”

“…Pretty sure she was talking about us.” Said Hailey with her arms crossed. She was sitting next to her father on the couch.

The woman on the throne ignored her and continued, “It’s all about you and me baby. Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?”

Mal scoffed. “Yeah. I mean, who doesn’t?”

“Well, then get me the wand and you and I can see all that and so much more. And with that wand and my scepter, I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!”

“Our will.” The evil queen reminded her.

“Our will, our will.” Maleficent snaps, which gains Mal’s attention back to Maleficent, “And if you refuse, you’re grounded for the rest of your lives, missy.”

“Mom! That’s not fair. You can’t do that!”

A few seconds later, the mother and daughter were locked in a staring contest. Younger light green eyes challenging Experienced green eyes.

“Ugh. Fine.” Mal gave up.

“I always win.” Said Maleficent as she smiled.

“Evie!” The evil queen called her daughter over to her with a singsong voice. The evil-lett in training sat next to her mom. “you just find yourself a prince with a big castle,”

“And lots and lots of mirrors.” The two said together, as Evie laughs dreamily.

“No laughing! It causes wrinkles.” Evie stopped immediately.

“Why are we still here? Please don’t make me go.” Hailey begged her father.

Hades shrugged, “it’s a pretty smart plan. Get the wand, break the barrier, we go back and claim the underworld.”

“That sounds so boring.” Hailey rolled her eyes.

“You’d rather stay up here with these crazies?” Hades sassed back and Evil Queen Squawked.

“they’re not taking my Carlos, because I’d miss him too much.”

“Really,You mean it?” Carlos asked with a hopeful smile.

“Of course! Who would touch up my roots, fluff my fur, and scrape the bunions off my feet?” Cruella put her leg in her sons arms

“Yeah, maybe a new school wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Carlos Muttered under his breath, “maybe a new place to live as well.”

“Carlos,” Cruella said with (fake) care. “They have dogs there.”

Carlos immediately changed his mind at the mention of a dog. “Oh, no! I’m not going!”

“Ugh.” Maleficent face palmed.

“Jay isn’t going either.” Jafar piped up. “I need him to stock the shelves in my store.” Jafar pulled his son away from the others a bit. “What did you get?” The thief began to pull random items out of his jacket and sleeves. Jafar dropped it all when he pulled out certain something “Ooh. A lamp” Jafar tried rubbing it.

Hailey rolled her eyes and sighed, “this is pathetic.” She said as her father nodded along.

“…Dad,” Jays father grinned at him. “I already tried.”

Jafar dropped the lamp with a ‘bah’

Then, Evil Queen spoke, “Evie’s not going anywhere until we get rid of this unibrow.” Evie felt in between her eyebrows.

“What is wrong with you all?” Maleficent walked off of the small platform she was on, voice raising as she continued. “People used to cower at the mention of our names! For 20 years, I have searched for a way off this island. “For 20 years, they have robbed us from our revenge” she spoke with determination “… revenge on Snow White and her horrible little men.”

“Mm.” Evil Queen agreed.

“Revenge on Aladdin and his bloated genie!”

“When I get get-!” Jafar looked as if he was going to attack someone.

“Pops…” his son calmed him down.

The raging fairy looked to Cruella. “Revenge on every sneaky dalmatian that escaped your clutches.”

“Oh, but they didn’t get baby. They didn’t get the… They didn’t get the baby!” Cruella laughed Maniacally.

Hailey and her father, scratch that, everyone looked alarmed at the laugh.

Maleficent looked to the father and daughter next. “Revenge Hercules and-”

Hades stopped her, “I already said she’s going.”

“Against my will.” Hailey muttered under her breath.

“Right. And me!” She threw her arms out dramatically. “The evilest of them all,” She sat herself on Evil Queens lap and snatched the mirror out of her hand, gazing at herself. “will finally have my revenge on sleeping beauty and her relentless little prince. Villains!” She clapped her hands”

Yes’s and a what was what was replied back.

“Our day has come.” She smirked. “EQ, give her the mirror.”

“This is the famous magic mirror?” Evie asked in disbelief as she held the hand mirror.

“Yeah, well, it ain’t what it used to be, but then again, neither are we!” EQ and Maleficent giggled lowly. “It will help you find things.”

“Like a prince?” Evie smiled.

“Like my waistline.”

“Like a magic wand.” The fairy reminded her. “Hay, give her the ember.”

“I told you, don’t call me that.” The man in blue said.

“And I told you, I don’t care” Maleficent said back

Hades sighed and pulled out a blue stone. “Here.” Hades took her had opened her palm, throwing out the purple rock she had placed on a locket she somehow attached to her fingerless gloves.

“Come on.” Hailey whined, “I actually digged the purple.”

Hades put the ember in the locket instead. “This is my ember.”

“What’s it do?” His daughter asked?

“It basically amps up spells. It won’t go full power since you’re only half Hades, but it’ll still work.”

“Sounds boring.” Hailey rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time today.

“Depending on how mad you are, either your eyes, hands, hair, or all will catch on fire.” Hades smirked, knowing his daughter.

Hailey smiled, “now you’re talking!”

Hades chuckled, “just don’t get it wet, or it’s game over.”

“Yeah sure, whatever.” Hailey said as she plotted in her head.

The woman in purple looked satisfied before remembering something, “My spell book. My book. I need my… that book. ah ha! The safe.” She walked up to the fridge and started hitting it. Apparently not seeing the lever. “Queen, help me! I never can figure this thing out.”

EQ sighed and got up. She opened it with a ‘voila’

Maleficent handed her daughter the spell book, and explained that it can only be used once they get to Auradon. Right then and there, a honk from outside was heard.

“Let’s get this party started.” Jay announced with a smirk.

Everyone dispersed. Almost, Each parent telling their child a little something: Jafar telling his son to trust himself, Evil Queen reminding her daughter she’s the fairest, Maleficent telling her daughter not to screw things up. Hades told his daughter if things screw up somehow, she should just get the wand and break the barrier.

The only VK not saying goodbye was Carlos, who was super giddy to finally be able to escape his mother’s grasps.

No one noticed when Jay stole the small crown off of the bumper of the limo.

Mal was the last to enter the Black limo, looking up at the balcony she just stood at. Her mother making an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture, Mal nodded in understanding.

After a few seconds all of the VKs noticed the wall of sweets. Evie tried to bite into some sweet crystal candy. Jay, Carlos, and Hailey began fighting to get the best sweets first.

This was going to be interesting.

#my stuff #The 5th VK #benlos #Hailey OC #Descendants #descendants oc #ben descendants #evie descendants #carlos descendants #jay descendants #mal descendants

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jamesdeerest · 5 years

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skinny love

pairing: remus lupin x reader

request: anon asked “Young!remus x reader skinny love. Idc if it’s been used too many times because I’m a slut for skinny love”

notes: ahahahaha nonnie cuz im a dumbass hoe i didn’t know what skinny love was and had to look it up lmao i’ve found 2 meanings?? one’s like theyre too shy and ones like its unhealthy so imma do the first one cuz its less depressing also!! listen to skinny love by birdy its a bop!!

warnings: pining, fluff, probably swearing

word count: 1k

“just talk to him, y/n! it’s really not that hard.” emma said, nudging you. you groaned, burying your head in your hands. “maybe not for you, social person, but for us losers, talking to people you don’t have a crush on is hard. how am i supposed to talk to him?!”

unsurprisingly, the boy you were talking about was remus lupin. you had been crushing on him for god knows how long (one year, seven months and three days. not that you were keeping track or anything.), and it didn’t seem to be going away any time soon. yay.

it all started back when you had potions with him in fourth year. let’s just say you aren’t the best at potions, and slughorn, taking pity on you, partnered you up with one of the smart people in the class, which happened to be a brown haired adorable clumsy mess. gee thanks, sluggy. and since then, you had been too shy to say more than a couple sentences to him, while still maintaining a raging crush on the gryffindor.

however, remus had been crushing on you for nearly two years now, and was in the same predicament- every time he saw you and went up to talk to you, his mind went absolutely blank. he had been crushing on you since near the end of third year, when you delivered a swift takedown of one lucius malfoy. today, he still swears it was the most badass thing he had ever seen- and he’d seen euphemia potter bitch-slap walburga (or as james had christened her, cheeseburga) black, which was a very close second. and when slughorn partnered you up together in the autumn, he silently thanked the potion gods for making you shitty at it.

the boys had found out about his little crush a couple of weeks in, and after teasing him mercilessly for a solid fortnight, they let it go. when remus lupin wants to be shy, remus lupin will be shy, and you can’t do anything about it. that was a quality the two of you shared- the ability to be so stubborn that people just gave up on trying to change your mind. worked a treat with teachers, mind you. just kind of backfired with crushes.

sirius had just had his six month anniversary with marlene, and after taking her out to hogsmeade, was feeling like setting other people up. james hated him when he got in these moods- sirius kept spreading around that james was over lily, and as he put it, open for business. however, marlene had told him that mary macdonald had heard lily tell one of the girls in their dorm that she actually didn’t hate james, so he was locked down. peter was dating mary, thanks to sirius’ most recent meddling session, and therefore, by process of elimination, remus was the only single pringle left in the group. and therefore, by process of elimination, sirius’ target.

“so! moony! i just had my six month with marls, and i just realised- you’re still single as a... as a snape! hah, i’m funny. anyways, who ya crushin’ on, moons my boy?” sirius smirked, practically patting himself on the back.

remus raised an eyebrow. “same as always, pads. hasn’t changed for two years.” sirius groaned, sliding off the sofa onto the common room floor.

“y/n?! still?!” he said incredulously, laying in a heap, before hopping up. “right! i’ll see what i can do.” he grinned, before walking over to marlene, no doubt to ask her about you.

remus spluttered, jerking up. “wait, what?! no, pads! i’m perfectly happy where i am, thanks.” sirius mimicked him, raising an eyebrow. “sure, lupin. look, i’ll sort you out, okay? i’ve got this. now, marlene, love of my life, my sunshine, my boo thang, would you happen to know who y/n likes?”

you were eating breakfast when marlene slid into the seat next to you, stealing a croissant from the platter in front of you. “y/n! long time no see, huh? anyways, i wanted to talk to you about something...”

after about five minutes, marlene bounced off, a smile on her face as she went to sit back down next to sirius. the blonde whispered in his ear, and he grinned, before nudging remus. “mate! y/n likes you!”

poor remus, who was drinking his tea, choked on it, and erupted in a coughing fit, james slapping him on the back as hard as he could. “james!” remus got out, voice croaky. “not helping!” james pulled his hand back, looking guilty. “oops, sorry moons.”

when remus had had a couple sips of water to calm him down, he looked back at sirius, face starting to flush red. “what did you say?”

sirius rolled his eyes, repeating himself. “listen, dipshit, i said y/n likes you! now you can stop pining over her for two bloody years and go ask her out!” remus just stared at him, mouth slightly open. sirius sighed, stood up and grabbed remus by the collar, dragging him over to where you were sitting and tapping you on the shoulder.

you turned round, raising an eyebrow when you saw sirius holding a struggling remus. “is everything alright, sirius?” sirius smiled, pushing remus forward. “yep! remus has just got something he wants to ask you. isn’t that right, remus.” remus winced, rubbing the back of his neck, painfully aware of the whole table watching.

“hey, so i was wondering if you... maybe wanted to go to hogsmeade with me sometime? i mean you obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to, i was just wondering cuz i actually really like you shit why did i say that-”

“remus!” you cut him off, smiling softly. “i’d love to. now you go have a sit down, you look a bit red.” remus paused, shocked, then grinned, nodding as he went to sit back down.

emma nudged you, wiggling her eyebrows. “told you so, l/n. i fucking called it.”

tags: @blackpinkdolan @hoewkeye @shadylittlewonder @sassy-specter @i-am-eating-rn @knowledgeisthebomb

reblogs n comments are appreciated so much!

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fluff #harry potter fanfiction #pottair writes

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cncoluv · 5 years

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So en I’m in Zabdiel’s lane so could you do a fic about him. Idc what it’s about. If you don’t want to it’s fine I just know that last time you came through so I thought I’d ask you again

Hard Time Dress Shopping

Warning: Fluffy

@babecita-1 I wasn’t sure what to write, so I hope you enjoy the story! Thanks for the request! I will always come through even though it is late, sorry.

(Y/N)

You and your boyfriend, Zabdiel, are talking about goofing around today to window shop and maybe try a few things on. He says that today is just for you, but tomorrow is for him/ He wants to go shopping for something you don’t normally wear. You agree and head to the mall nearby. As you arrived in the mall parking lot, he smiles, “We are going dress shopping.” You stop, “Okay...” You say reluctantly. You realized there were ten dress stores in the mall and you knew it was going to be a long day. You get out of the car and while walking, you talk to Zab, “You promise that you will not buy anything?” He says “Promise.” Both of you go inside of the mall and you walk into the first dress shop; it looked very expensive.

He picked up a dress that was not cute at all. He started laughing when he saw your face and put it back. You laughed, turning around, and on the back wall there was this one dress that was very beautiful. It was long, dark blue, with hints of gold lace and sparkles throughout the dress. The sides were cut out in the shape of a diamond. There was also a side slit for the leg. You asked if you could try it on and the lady agreed. She quickly took it down and handed it to you. You turned to see that Zab was in another section of the store, so he could not see it. You were glad because you wanted to surprise him.

You quickly get changed into the dress. It fits your body perfectly, showing off every curve that you have. You loved it and how it made you feel. You walk out of the dressing room, telling Zab to come here. He jogs over to you and he stops really hard, his eyes glimmering as he stares at your dress. His eyes slowly meet yours and you ask, “Does it look okay?” He couldn’t say anything. His mouth was wide open and you snap your fingers, “Earth to Zabdiel. Hellooo!” He quickly looked at you. “Mi amor, you look amazing. You have to get that.” You remind him that you were only supposed to be window shopping, “I know what I said, but I was completely wrong. You look so stunning and it’s so hard not to look at you.” You finally agree to it, but then look at the price tag, $850. You said, “Zab, this is too much for a dress. Just take a picture of it and you can always have the memory of it.” He reluctantly sighs, “Okay.” You go back into the dressing room. You take the dress off and hand it to him so he can put it back.

He hands you another dress. It was pretty, but it was nothing like the other dress you just had on. After looking at the dress, you put on the long light pink dress with rhinestones across the chest and the mermaid bottom. You walked out of the dressing room. He smiled with a bag in his hand; you already knew that he had paid for the blue dress. Shocked, you told him to get the money back because you were only supposed to window shop. He said he was not going to because he loved it so much. Shaking your head, you knew you couldn’t stop him, so you just asked him how did he like the one that you had on. “It is beautiful, but I like the blue one better.” You change back into your normal clothes, then you put the dress back on the rack after looking for it for a while.

You walk out of the store and you walk out of the mall. You are agitated at this point because you did not want him spending money, especially that much. He saw you walking out and he followed behind you, “Baby, what’s wrong?” You keep walking without a word. He kept following you then he grabbed your arm. Pulling away from his grip, you say, “Zab, why did you break your promise? Even though you liked the dress, you did not need to buy it.” He said “(Y/N), I know I was wrong for buying it after I promised not to buy anything. I just want you to have the best. You look amazing in the dress. I never meant to upset you, and I am sorry for not keeping my promise. To make it up, I will cook for you tonight, whatever you want, but can you wear the dress? Pretty please? It’s just that I have never seen you in a dress and I want to see you in more like that.”

You smile and pay attention to the excitement that is in his sweet brown eyes. They shine in a new way as he looks at the dress in the bag and then at you. You can’t stay mad a him for too long anyways because of his adorable charm that he has. You smile in agreeance and he kisses you, “Let’s go to the store so I can get the ingredients for dinner tonight.” You smile and go to the car, then to the store to get the ingredients for your favorite food. You go to the store, get the ingredients, and head back home. You made a vegetarian version for him first, so you could put the dress on. He loved it so much. He turned to you and said, “I love you so much, (Y/N). Thanks for thinking of m-” Coming down the steps, he sees you in the dress with golden heels. You did your hair, makeup, and painted you even painted your nails. His face lit up, “Baby, you look marvelous! I couldn’t have a more special woman in my life to be my girlfriend.”

#cnco #cnco imagine #cncowners #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel imagine # zabdiel fanfic

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lupinlongbottom · 6 years

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Cups of Sugar

Remus Lupin x Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Remus Lupin never expected to fall in love. He never expected to literally fall at all.

Prompt: remus x hufflepuff reader please! idk just something about how their relationship forms. super fluffy and beautiful, thankyou :) - Anon

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: like one swear word? mostly fluff!!

A/N: i hope i wrote what you were looking for anon! and yeah i know. i ripped off that one line near the end from A Goofy Movie bUT!!! it’s a cute line so idc

He truly hadn’t expected to be in this situation.

Sirius’ latest prank worked quite well, too well. Remus was current on the run from a hoard of rather pissed Slytherin students, whom reeked of dungbombs. Sirius had made a point to run as fast as they could, separating from Remus early on in the chase. Remus had rarely found himself in the dungeons outside of Potions class, so he was running rather blind. He turned the corner, hoping to finally lose the Slytherins behind him. The corridor, however, left much to be desired, as no doors were in sight, just torches and a rather large painting of fruit.

“Great!” Remus hissed, running a hand through his sandy curls.

“I bet he went this way!” One Slytherin shouted, voice drawing nearer. Remus felt his heart beat harder, louder than he had ever felt it beat before. Frantic, Remus tried to find a hiding spot, to no luck. The portrait of fruit swung towards him, knocking him flat on his behind. A girl walked behind it. She was carrying a platter of rather fresh looking cookies. Her eyes met Remus’ rather frenzied ones.

“Come on! He couldn’t have gone far!” A different Slytherin shouted, shadows growing in the corridor. The girl dropped the platter and grabbed Remus’ grey sleeve, suddenly pulling him up and into the hole behind the portrait, the painting slamming behind them.

Remus stood still, stunned by the rather crazy turn of events. The girl readjusted her headband—Hufflepuff, Remus noticed—and sighed.

“Are you okay?” She asked, voice as smooth as silk.

Remus nodded, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

She smiled. “Why were you running from those Slytherins anyway?”

“Long story,” Remus huffed, glancing up at the girl. “You have something—your cheek.” He pointed to his own face, signaling to the girl. She had a soft dusting of what looked to be flour on the bridge of her nose, flowing down to her jaw.

“Oh!” She quickly wiped the flour away, thoroughly embarrassed. “Sorry, I was just baking, must’ve gotten carried away.” She laughed, the sound echoing to Remus’ ears. He had never heard such a sweet sound.

“Where are we?” Remus asked, glancing around at his surroundings for the first time. He had been too distracted to do so before.

“The kitchens,” The girl replied. “Where else?”

“I didn’t know students were allowed in the kitchen.”

“They’re not,” She smiled. “Not usually, anyway.”

“Ah.”

The two stood rather awkwardly, the girl rocking back and forth on her heels while Remus fumbled with his sleeve. The air that surrounded them grew heavy.

“I’m (Y/N).” She said, breaking the silence, holding out her hand.

“Remus,” He grabbed her hand—ignoring how terribly soft it was—and shook it slightly. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“Remus? Like that friend of James Potter?” (Y/N) asked, eyes widening.

Remus meekly nodded. “Yes. Is that not good?”

She laughed. “Oh, no! It’s alright,” (Y/N) waved off Remus’ expression. “But my friend had a nasty spat of boils all over her face for a bit because of some prank he had pulled.”

Remus winced slightly. Spiking a pitcher at the Hufflepuff table with a random vial James had stolen from Slughorn hadn’t exactly been their most elaborate prank. Nor their smartest, come to think of it. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.”

“Then, I should apologize about your cookies,” Remus pointed to the door. “You dropped them back there.”

“S’all right, they’re just cookies,” (Y/N) shrugged. “It’s easier to whip up another batch of cookies than mend a broken bone.”

“I suppose so,” Remus chuckled airily, ignoring the flutter in his chest. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

(Y/N) moved a hand to her chin, rubbing it lightly. “I heard you’re a pretty big book junkie. Are you any good at Charms?” Remus hesitated, but nodded. “I need some help studying for Flitwick’s next exam, mind helping me?”

“Of course.”

“Awesome!” (Y/N) jumped a little in glee. “Thank you! I’m absolutely rubbish at Charms. Usually can’t get the wand movement right.”

Remus smiled. “Does 7 o’clock work? The library?”

(Y/N) nodded rather quickly. “See you then!”

Remus watched (Y/N) bounce away, disappearing from his view. He stood for a moment, mulling over her words. She was a perfect stranger— a rather beautiful one at that—whom had helped him in a time of need, sacrificing a perfectly good plate of cookies to save him.

A Hufflepuff action, if he’d ever seen one.

The clock in the kitchen chimed, signaling the time. Remus had 4 hours to brush up on his tutoring skills before he met with the elusive (Y/N) in the library. Deciding that it was safe to leave the kitchens, Remus made his way back to his room, grin like glue to his face.

—

Their meeting in the library went off without a hitch. So well, in fact, they had made it a weekly occurrence and have been at it for a few months. Saturday nights had never been as exciting to Remus than they were now, even putting James’ weekly trivia game into account.

“How are you, Remus?” (Y/N) asked, setting down her rather worn book bag on the spot beside her.

Remus looked up from his textbook and smiled. “The usual, I suppose,” He shrugged. “Get to spend my evening with you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” (Y/N) asked, voice slightly concerned.

“No, of course not! I love…” Remus cleared his throat. “…like spending time with you.”

“It’s because I bring cookies, isn’t it?” (Y/N) chuckled, pulling a small brown parcel of baked goods out of her bag, sliding it over to Remus.

Remus opened the parcel and inhaled deeply, sighing at the scent. “No, but it is a plus,” He took a bite of the chocolate chip cookie—his favorite—and nodded at (Y/N).

“What? None of your friends bake for you?” She giggled, resting her head in her hand, staring intently at Remus, who now had a few crumbs dusting his chin.

Remus shook his head. “Can you imagine James or Sirius in an apron?” (Y/N) shook her head. “Yeah,” He chuckled. “Exactly.”

“Peter doesn’t bake?” (Y/N) asked, now imagining Remus’ pudgy friend donned in a lacy pink apron.

“He tried,” Remus recalled, leaning his chair back slightly. “Ended up with something resembling quaffles rather than cookies.”

“Size wise, or shape wise?”

“Both,” Remus said, joining in on (Y/N)’s growing laughter. “They tasted alright. I ate two of them myself.”

“You really see the best in everyone, don’t you Remus?” (Y/N) asked, mindlessly.

Remus felt his face grow slightly hot. “I suppose. Peter had worked extremely hard on the cookies, it was only fitting that someone ate some.” He said, tapping his quill lightly to the table. A small inkblot grew in it’s spot.

“But Sirius and James didn’t eat any of them?”

Remus shook his head.

“That’s what I’m talking about! You are just so kind and thoughtful of your friend’s feelings…” (Y/N) sighed, glancing wistfully at Remus’ still shocked face. A heat rose to her cheeks. “Anyway! Let’s get to these books, they’re not going to read themselves.”

“Legere Ipsum.” Remus said, waving his wand lightly. Nothing happened.

“Okay, I know I’m not great at Charms, but that can’t possibly be an actual spell.” (Y/N) said, catching a laugh in her throat.

Remus smiled lightly. “It was worth a shot. James had gotten a Latin dictionary for Christmas and tried to make up his own spells by putting random words together,” A quick glance was given at (Y/N), who now was laughing loudly. Remus smiled wider. “I confiscated it after Peter’s ears started to turn blue.”

“Does it make a good read?”

“I never really looked too hard at it,” Remus shrugged, glancing back down at his parchment. “I learned a few new words here or there, but that’s about it.”

“Lair.”

“Excuse me?” Remus said, blinking once.

“Let me guess,” (Y/N) hummed, sticking a finger under her chin. “You probably first shoved it in your trunk—out of James’ reach, good job on that—but he still found it.”

“But that’s just the most sensible thing, it’s not exactly a lucky guess (Y/N)—”

“Shush,” (Y/N)’s finger flew to Remus’ lips gently, taping them once. “Let me finish, will you?” Remus nodded. “So, to keep a more watchful eye on it, you moved the book to under your pillow when you slept. It was probably not the most comfortable thing in the world, so you removed it, only to grow curious about the book, leading you to read it. Therefore, unsuspectingly learning Latin.”

“Wow,” Remus said, slightly shocked. “How did you pull that out of thin air?”

“Not thin air,” (Y/N) hummed. “I noticed a bit after Christmas that you were rubbing your neck quite a bit—from the book, that part seems obvious—and you looked slightly less well rested since then. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.” (Y/N) shrugged.

“You noticed those things?” Remus asked, voice growing soft.

(Y/N) nodded. “When you get tired, your eyes look a little more sunken in and your face isn’t as colorful,” (Y/N) coughed and pushed the excess hairs in her face behind her ear. “You also seemed to be spacing out a bit more than usual.”

“Oh,” Remus glanced at his parchment, focusing on the metal tip of his quill. “I guess I didn’t realize how observant you were.”

“I’m usually not,” (Y/N) shook her head. “But I notice a lot about you. Little changes,” (Y/N) sighed. “Like, you recently have been wearing the cardigan uniform more often. You also just started wearing cologne. I-It smells nice.” (Y/N) stammered. Why did she suddenly feel embarrassed?

“Sirius charmed my other jumpers to shrink when I touch them and I haven’t worked out the counter-curse yet,” Remus mumbled, cheeks growing pink. “A-and, thank you—about the cologne.”

“Did you get it for Christmas?”

Remus quickly nodded. “Yeah, Christmas.” He didn’t have the courage to admit of the true nature of the fragrance. He had saved up enough to purchase the bottle in Hogsmeade just recently. It was a musky vanilla fragrance. Remus figured (Y/N) would like it, he hoped, at least.

“You know what it reminds me of?” (Y/N) sighed lightly, leaning back in her chair. Remus shook his head. “The kitchens. More specifically, right after the house elves bake the desserts for the evening.”

“Really? I’m glad that worked out.” Remus mumbled.

(Y/N) glanced up from her book. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Remus smiled knowingly. “Nothing at all.

—

“…so then I tell Remus and (Y/N) to get a room!” Sirius bellows, the sound echoing through the Great Hall.

The Marauders, minus Remus, were enjoying an early breakfast before class. Peter hadn’t been up to date on the current gossip revolving their furry friend and the Hufflepuff girl who smelt of cinnamon.

“They’re still not dating though, right?” James asked, stuffing a slightly overcooked sausage into his mouth.

Sirius nearly choked on his morning juice. “Are you kidding? Those two just snogged for the first time ever, after knowing each other for almost the entire year!” Sirius took another sip. “I reckon we’ll have graduated by the time Moony bucks up enough courage to formally ask her out.”

“For not asking her out, he seems to be pretty close to (Y/N) right now,” Peter said, pointing to the entrance of the hall. “Look.”

James and Sirius turned their heads. Indeed there he was, gently holding (Y/N)’s hand—as if he were holding a baby bird. A giant smile was plastered to his scarred face, (Y/N) giggling by his side. The two lovebirds walked towards the Hufflepuff table, a gaggle of girls in (Y/N)’s year were waving them down with a sense of gusto.

“Oi! Moony!” James shouted, hands cupping his mouth. Remus glanced in their direction, eyebrows raised. “What the actual fuck!?”

“Mr. Potter! Language!” McGonagall said, standing up from the faculty table, eyeing the curly haired Gryffindor down. “10 points from Gryffindor.”

“Way to go Prongs,” Sirius snickered. “Evans is going to kill you for that one.”

James turned a beet red. “I couldn’t help it. Moony never not sits with us. Now he has that (Y/N) girl to sit with,” James’ voice turned a sour note. “What a tool.”

“Mate, he’s our friend. Calm down and just be happy for him, would you?” Sirius shrugged.

“You don’t feel a bit upset that he’s not sitting here this morning?”

“I do,” Sirius gripped his fork a bit tighter. “He’s one of our best friends, of course I do. But, you know how long he’s liked (Y/N). Give it time.”

James sat with his lips slightly parted, sitting slightly shocked.

“Wow Sirius! That was deep!” Peter exclaimed.

“Indeed.”

—

“You’re insane.” “Not insane, just tipsy.” Remus smiled.

“Same thing,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you get that wine. I knew you’d drink too much of it.”

“But it’s been 5 whole years since we’ve started dating! We had to celebrate somehow, love,” Remus said, swinging his legs atop the tree branch he now resided in. “Come on, I don’t bite. Well, not for another few days at least.” He laughed, holding his hand out.

(Y/N) smiled and pulled herself up the tree and sat next to Remus. The moon was nearly full, to Remus’ point of, it was only a few days until it was full. It used to be a rare occurrence where Remus would just sit and appreciate the moon. How could the thing that plagued his very being ever possibly be calming?

His hand rested atop of (Y/N)’s gently, drawing aimless circles with his thumb. “So that’s what changed.”

“What?” (Y/N) hummed, turning her head at Remus.

“Nothing.” He lied.

“If you say so,” (Y/N) turned her head back to the scenery in front of her. The moonlight hit her face in such a way that Remus was left breathless. How did such a beautiful woman ever fall in love with him? She had made sure to tell him nearly every day how beautiful he was, but there was this nagging feeling in his heart that proved him wrong. That nagging feeling was sitting right beside him. “How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?” (Y/N) asked, mindlessly.

“I love you.” Remus blurted.

“That’s rather sudden, but doesn’t answer my question,” (Y/N) giggled, grabbing his hand a bit tighter. “I love you too.” She placed a slightly wet kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” Remus repeated, looking into her (Y/E/C) eyes. “I love the way you scrunch your nose when you get annoyed,” (Y/N) scrunched her nose, possibly in protest. “I love the way you laugh, it’s beautiful—thought that since I met you. The way you care so deeply about everything you do makes my heart grow light, almost like a feather.”

“Remus, where are you going with this?” (Y/N) laughed softly.

“But, most importantly, I love the way you love me,” Remus sighed, his breath was slightly shaking. “You let me see myself in a new light, make myself love the man I am and the man I’ve become. Because of you.” His other hand grazed his pants pocket, fingers dipping ever so into the fabric.

“Remus,” (Y/N) croaked, her eyes swimming with tears. “Remus, you’re drunk.”

“Even so,” He pulled the deep blue velvet box out of his pocket, his hand having a hard time staying still. “I’m in the right mind to know what I want—sorry that I can’t get down on one knee, but you get the idea, right?” He opened the box, a small diamond ring glittered in the remaining moonbeams. “(Y/N) (L/N), you quite literally crashed into my life with that warm smile and honey-thick laugh and I haven’t been the same since. I want to hear your laugh, see your smile and feel your love for the rest of my life. Will you—”

“Wait,” (Y/N) coughed, wiping a few stray tears from her eyes. “Answer my question first.”

“Your question?” Remus asked, taken aback. “About the sugar?”

“You never answered. I want to hear your answer before you hear mine. It’s a non-negotiable, Lupin.” She laughed.

Remus smiled, tilting his head back to stare deeply into the leaves above him. “Fair enough,” He sighed. “I suppose you’d have to look at it from a mathematical standpoint. Would the sugar be in a normal cup? If that’s the case, then find the distance to the moon and divide it by that.”

“That’s not an answer, that’s a solution.” (Y/N) said, following Remus’ lead, looking up into the dark tree above her.

“At least 5. Maybe more.”

(Y/N) laughed. “I’ll accept that.”

Remus cleared his throat and took in a deep breath.

“(Y/N), will you marry me?”

(Y/N) paused, taking a moment to fully absorb the image placed in front of her. The man she had loved for the last 5 years was now putting his heart out in the open, ready for the taking. His scars shone brilliantly against the light pink of his flushed skin, a shy smile graced his thin lips. Her eyes darted at the ring—it couldn’t have come cheap—but, it was perfect. Chosen just for her.

“At least 5. Maybe more.” She smiled, eyes still damp from her brief crying episode before.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Remus laughed, a tear dripping down his cheek.

(Y/N) reached up to his face, wiping the tear away with her thumb, grazing gently across the stubble. “Yes. One thousand percent, yes!”

Remus let out a soft cough. How long had he been holding his breath? His shaking hand grasped (Y/N)’s tightly, snaking the ring onto her finger. It was then, in that moment, with (Y/N)’s glittering hand pressed against his chest, that Remus truly felt whole.

“I love you,” (Y/N) hiccuped. “I love you.”

Remus leaned in, letting his lips connect with hers. The kiss was warm and inviting, begging him to stay in that moment forever.

He truly hadn’t expected to be in this situation;

But man, did he enjoy every second of it.

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the-everlasting-dream · 5 years

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The Easiest Thing In The World - Dallas x MC

Summary: Dallas has been through some hard stuff and what shouldn’t be, suddenly becomes the easiest thing in the world.

A/N: Idk what compelled me to write this but I felt i had to after the latest chapter of BSC. I dont even like cowboy stuff so I have no idea where all of this came from. No one asked but idc this had to be done.

Word Count: 2200 (this was supposed to be 500 words!)

Warnings: None.

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Running takes a lot of guts, a ton of fear and a dash of luck to be exact.

Dallas James knew that well.

Leaving hadn’t been easy. Leaving his mama, his friends, his whole life back in Tulsa and everything he knew because some jackass with attachment issues didn’t know when to quit. He’d been happy with Alex. They had that good old fashioned romance that played on Grandpa Wilbur’s worn out records that'd play on the brass gramophone when he'd coax to life every Saturday afternoon as he’d sit on the front porch watching the kids play jump rope. Alex was a good girl, pretty too, with that kind of smile that just warmed you up from the inside every time she looked at you. Dallas thought he was gonna marry her, he did. Heck he would have married her and by now they’d have given his mama at least two grand babies to chase round the house for bath time.

Dallas was a God-fearing man, like his mama had drilled into him since he’d been in diapers. But he couldn’t understand for the life of him, why God put men like Leeroy Davis on this earth. With a permanent sneer on his face and a shiny Glock glued from his belt, the star quarterback strutted around like he owned the place, doing whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted with a bunch of cronies worshipping the ground he walked on. That’s what you get when your daddy was the head council man and owned half the businesses in town.

Dallas couldn’t imagine how someone as sweet as Alex could have ever been with a jerk like that. He’d asked her once and she admitted she thought she saw something different that no one else did and she was determined he could change, determined to prove everyone wrong and show them that there was a good side to Leeroy Davis. Alex’s heart was always too big for her own good and thats blinded her to Leeroy's emotional manipulation. They’d been over for almost a year before Dallas had worked up the courage to ask her out and she’d agreed to see a movie with him at their local community theatre. He remembered neither hide nor hair of that film, he’d spent the whole time watching Alex instead, fascinated by how keenly she felt everything and how openly it showed on her face. By the time the credits were over, he knew he was smitten and by some miracle, she agreed to a second date and a third and a fourth.

He remembered the last time he’d seen her, dark hair tangled by the wind, tears pouring down those rose cheeks of hers, big eyes urging him to go, to take the best shot at escaping Leeroy and the jail sentence he’d placed over his head, while simultaneously she also pleaded with him to stay. She held his sobbing mama close, silently promising she’d take care of her and that last image, a final look thrown over his shoulder haunted him every day he was away.

Leaving sure as hell wasn’t easy but life on the run hadn’t been easier. He learned keep his mouth shut, not to ask questions and take work where he could find it. Doing odd jobs for almost no pay, picking up slack where they needed him to, he was never in one place long enough to get attached. Each place he’d been, he’d been treated with caution, kept at arms length, never trusted with anything other than manual labour. He was a black man in Midwestern America, it was nothing he wasn’t used to but that didn’t make it any easier. It wasn’t easy but he managed.

By the time he’d worked his way up to Montana, he’d been in more places that he could have counted and it was only by some miracle that the Oakleys had taken him on as a desperately needed farm hand. They were more than happy to take on someone who would work for the meagre rate they were offering. Dallas didn’t mind, work was work and as long as he had a roof over his head and something in his belly at night, it was enough. Cliff and his boys didn’t ask about his past and Dallas didn’t share. It worked that way and for a few months he was content. Not happy, just content. Sawyer was nice enough, Duke was tolerable, Cliff was, well, Cliff but together they had a lot of heart, something he’d missed since Tulsa. In the back of his mind, he knew he’d have to leave soon and it was the most sorry he’d been to leave. He’d been on the run from a past that would eventually catch up to him. He also knew that the further he ran, the sooner he’d run out of places to run to.

In fact, he'd been gearing himself up to break the news to Cliff that he was leaving when Jo went over to the Mendozas and he found himself needed more than anything. Sure Sawyer knew the farm like the back of his hand, Curly could handle the mechanics even Duke could hold his own with the herd with Cliff there to oversee everything but Dallas knew that losing him would be a huge blow to the Oakleys. He couldn’t in good conscience leave like that. Even with that city slicker, Dominique, whom Sawyer had picked off the side of the road, helping out, it still wouldn’t be enough.

Dominique was something else however. When he’d first rescued her from trampling Bessie, Dallas had given her two days before she was out of there, screaming for sparkling water, ducted air conditioning and a toilet that flushed without you thumping on it a few times. With a name as pretentious as that, he’d dismissed her immediately, being quite rude, almost hoping to put her off but she’d pushed back. She’d proved him wrong over and over through stubborn persistence or sheer volume of luck, he couldn’t quite comprehend how but there was no denying that the perfumed manicured city girl had cleaned out cow pads next to him, despite the risk of getting hay in her perfectly dyed brown blonde ombre locks. She hiked the Lonely Pine Trail — a hike not known for its easiness — with them all as per Cliff’s request without a single complaint. Wherever she was from, they were certainly made of harder stuff than he’d first assumed. Dallas had glanced over at her, taking in the lush scenery and the look of wonder on her face almost brought a smile to his own.

Smiling never came as easily as it did since Alex anymore. More important things like looking over his shoulder, avoiding the cops, landing a stable enough job had taken priority but he’d found his lips curving up more times in these last few days since he’d left Tulsa. There was something about her, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but she radiated a hopefulness that he hadn’t felt since Alex. For so long he’d abandoned any thought of a future other than one on the run that he’d failed to see the possibility that existed in the spaces in between. Dominique brought a fresh perspective to everything, a different mindset and viewpoint than the rest of them and perhaps it was part of her charm but Dallas caught himself looking forward to seeing her around.

It was when they had made camp for the night and everyone was laughing at Juliette’s latest antics that Dallas realised how easy this suddenly felt. He watched as Broolynne frantically waved the flaming marshmallow she’d been roasting while Asha’s brother Miles scurried to prepare another one for her as Duke and Sawyer watched on in interest, half listening to Juliette’s ramblings. Dominique was listening with rapt attention, her every emotion playing out on her face and he almost smiled at the sight. For a moment, there was no weight of a potential jail sentence hanging over his head, no risk of being discovered just a few friends hanging out around the campfire at night.

That’s when it hit him. This wasn’t a permanent reality. Leeroy Davis was still hackling for his head out there, his poor mama probably worried sick that he hadn’t written in ages and Alex… he didn’t know what to think about Alex…

Not wanting to ruin the mood with the scowl on his face, he’d slipped off for a walk to try clear his head before realising he’d been followed.

Dominique.

Dallas wasn’t surprised that she’d come after him, she seemed to be great at reading people, far better than he ever would be. He was surprised however at how easily they fell into step together, walking quietly, the only sound being the leaves and twigs crackling gently underfoot. He tried to keep his thoughts on track, his current rumination being how soon he could move on from Oakley ranch after surpassing his usual five month timeframe. Cliff’s condition and the financial situation hung in the balance leaving a great many factors unaccounted fo-

Dominique’s hand had slipped into his at that point, derailing his train of thought, bringing him back to the present.

‘You okay?’

After she’d hesitantly affirmed it, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze to reassure her. Not long later, they reached a small cliff over looking a huge lake lined with trees silhouetted against the brilliance of the night sky. The last light of day could be seen peaking over the horizon and above them, a crescent moon hung amid the glittering stars, spilling soft light onto the water below.

‘Its so beautiful,’ Dominique breathed as they took a seat, legs dangling over the precipice as they looked out at the scene.

‘Yeah…,’ he agreed, his eyes on her and the way the moonlight reflected off her dark hair. ‘Beautiful.’

She glanced over, blushing when she realised he was already looking at her before doing what she always did, guiding them into an light conversation that immediately set him at ease. Dallas was just beginning to enjoy himself when he caught himself too late replying with a vague comment that definitely piqued her curiosity. He should have realised she wouldn’t have let him get away with it and as she waited for his response, he raked a doubtful glance over her. He knew that spilling all his secrets to some newcomer was a bad decision, it formed an attachment, the last thing he needed right now, with thoughts of moving on and all. But her green eyes compelled him and he eventually gave in.

Sighing, Dallas related the real reason for leaving Tulsa and bringing up Alex was as painful as he’d predicted. He’d been holding on to it for so long, hiding it away in the deepest part of his heart and now bringing everything to the light was just such a relief. He found himself revealing all the details about his biggest secrets to a girl he’d barely known for two weeks. There was no logic in it but once he started talking, it felt kind of cathartic to finally share the burden with someone else. He kept his eyes on one patch of grass inching its way between the boulders they were sitting on as he talked, not wanting to meet Dominique’s gaze until he finished his story with edge to his voice.

Her eyes were filled with empathy and concern when he finally looked at her. ‘I’m sorry Dallas. I wish there was something I could do to help.’

He should have recognised her willingness and generosity to want to help out even if she’d barely known him but he was feeling too jaded to notice, leaning back to stare out at the lake for a long moment.

‘Thanks for telling me…’ She put in after a long moment. He simply nodded, not trusting his voice but recognised her empathetic tone.

Sharing so much wasn’t in his nature and after basically baring his soul to her, Dallas knew needed something to smoothen the mood so he produced his harmonica, the one his mama’d given to him when he was young. He hadn’t played in years — he’d had no reason to — yet he kept it with him all the time. Soon enough he was telling her about his dream to be a singer. His mama had had the music in her and she passed that down to him.

Dominique’s rapt interest was more entertaining than anything he’d ever witnessed, the way her face lit up when he announced he’d sing her the song he’d written and how her expressions changed with the lyrics. He never took his eyes off her, wondering how in the world a random girl from the side of the road had gotten him to open up like he’d never had with anyone else before. He didn’t know how and he could’t begin to guess how she made everything in his crazy, mess of a life seem so easy…

‘You’re something else, Dominique,’ he told her, unable to find words to properly express himself.

A grin grew on her features and as if by some magnetic force, Dallas found himself leaning in closer, the strange desire to kiss her on his mind. And when she leaned into him, a part of him hesitated a little, reminding him of his past again, who he was and all he risked by getting attached, but when her soft lips met his, kissing her back suddenly was the easiest thing in the world...

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jamiebluewind · 6 years

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The Hidden Rose: Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Ever As Before

Notes

Virgil's perspective

Word Count: 1299

Chapter Warnings: the opposite of angst :P (please message me if I missed any)

Thank you to my wonderful beta readers Sarah and crystrifoglio for catching my mistakes and suggesting tags. You are both amazing!

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The Hidden Rose: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Virgil was sleeping soundly. He had been so exhausted after getting rid of all that... gunk that he fell asleep on the first soft surface he landed on. That surface just happened to be the living room couch.

He had no idea how long he enjoyed his dreamless sleep, but something pulled him out of it. His eyes fluttered open. He glanced around to get his bearings, only to spot Roman staring at him from his usual spot in front of the TV. He was barefoot and dressed in red and gold pajamas. The bruises and cuts were already starting to fade. Virgil was happy to see him looking more like himself.

As the fog of sleep lifted, he realized how weird this was. “Uh... Roman?” he said as he raised an eyebrow. “Do I even wanna know how long you've been watching me sleep?”

Roman cleared his throat. “I just got here and... you looked so peaceful,” he said as he raised his hand almost pleading. “I didn't want to wake you.”

Virgil yawned and stretched. The nap had helped some, but it wasn't enough. It was good to see Roman was feeling better, but he would probably pass back out as soon as he left. The kitten plush he had used as a pillow was calling his name. “As long as you don't make it a habit,” he said as he stood up and stretched again. “Guess I've woken up worse ways.”

Roman nodded. “Good to know,” he said.

Virgil walked toward him. “You're looking better,” he said, smiling. He automatically moved his hand to cover it, but paused halfway and lowered it back down. Roman smiled back. It seemed genuine.

“Thank you,” Roman replied as he closed the distance between them. From this close, Virgil could see his eyes were once again clear and filled with life and emotion. “I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a daring rescue from my very own dark knight.” Roman smiled broadly as his eyes grew misty. “You are my hero Virgil.”

Virgil froze, his mouth open in shock as he blinked rapidly trying to process what Roman had just said. He raised his left hand to rub the back of his neck. “Um...” Virgil said as his eyes darted around the room. “Thank you?” He lowered his hand. “I'm sure the others would have done the same. I was just the only one fucked up enough to do it. I'm just glad you're okay or whatever.”

Roman's eyes softened. “I want to do something for you as a thank you,” Roman said.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Seriously Roman. You don't have to-”

“Nonsense!” Roman shouted as he interrupted Virgil. “I am going to help you recover and since you took away my bad energy, it's only fitting that I give you some of my good as well.”

“Whoa, whoa whoa,” Virgil said, holding up both his palms towards Roman. Any thoughts of sleep were thrown out the window. “Pump the breaks Princey. You're gonna do what now?”

Roman put one hand on his hip as he gestured with the other. “Why, I'm going to give you some of my good energy,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That way, you can get back to normal much sooner.” Roman was practically beaming. Beaming!

“Nah,” Virgil said, waving his hand. “I'm good. I can rock the goth look for a while.”

“Then I suppose that have no choice,” Roman said with a mischievous smile. “I shall make us even for not asking for my consent earlier!”

Before Virgil could think, Roman had closed the distance, pulled him close, and pressed his lips to his. Virgil felt warm embers that burst into fire. It made every muscle relax in his body. His eyes fluttered close. It was like all of Roman's energy was focused in his lips.

Virgil was lost in the feeling until he realized that some of Roman's energy was seeping through. He concentrated his own energy to his mouth to repel Roman's energy. He expected Roman to feel disgusted. That he would let go and back away. What he didn't expect was Roman's body going slightly limp as he parted his lips and moaned.

That was all it took for Virgil to lose control. The normally cautious side raised his hand to cradle Roman's head as he tipped his own to the side. His tongue slipped past Roman's parted lips and into his mouth. Roman tasted like peaches and hot cinnamon. Virgil let his own cool energy flow into his tongue as it explored Roman's mouth. More moans escaped the prince's lips, spurring Virgil on. His fingers fisted in Roman's hair.

Virgil felt Roman's hand glide down and slip under the back of his shirt. A hand found the small of his back and pulled him closer. It was a strong, almost protective embrace.

Virgil withdrew his tongue from Roman's mouth, only for Roman's to follow behind. His tongue left streaks of fire where it touched. Virgil's eyes shot open before he melted back into the kiss. A sound bubbled up in his throat. He let go and allowed the moan to escape his lips.

Virgil felt weak and powerful at the same time. He wanted to stop and catch his breath. He wanted it to go on forever. His lips and mouth felt like they were on fire. His heart was beating so fast he thought it would break free of his chest. And he loved it.

Virgil let his right hand slip under Roman's shirt to feel the soft skin and powerful muscles hidden underneath. His hand rested on Roman's side as he absentmindedly traced small circles with his thumb.

They broke apart, each leaning on the other for support. Their foreheads pressed together as they tried to catch their breath.

Virgil smirked. “Told you,” he said, out of breath, “I didn't need it.”

Roman raised his head. “I suppose,” he said planting a soft kiss on the right corner of Virgil's mouth, “I'll just have to,” another kiss on the left, “kiss you without it.”

Virgil smiled and leaned into the kiss. It was softer than the first. Roman's energy was still there, but it was less intense. It was like the warmth from sunshine hitting bare skin. It felt relaxing and... safe. He didn't know why it felt so good or what the feelings were that seemed to be bubbling up inside him, but he didn't give a damn. Right now, there was this and that was okay.

When the kiss ended, Virgil opened his eyes to see soft brown eyes staring back. Roman looked so peaceful and happy, like he didn't have a care in the world. As Virgil gazed at the impulsive, brave man standing in front of him, he silently wondered if he could pull a muscle from smiling too much.

Virgil sighed and placed his left hand on Roman's cheek. He slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth under the dusting of eye shadow that was starting to form. “My room is starting to affect you,” he said gently.

“I know,” Roman replied without backing away.

Virgil held his gaze. “You need to get back to your room,” he said. “Recharge a bit.”

“Only if I can come back,” Roman replied as he dipped his head and raised his eyebrows.

Virgil snorted. “Seriously?” he said sarcastically as he shook his head. “You're kinda stuck with me now.”

Roman knit his brows together. “Any clue what this is?” he asked.

“No,” Virgil answered. “You?”

Roman reached out his left hand and laced it with Virgil's right. “Not a clue,” he said, “and I couldn't care less.”

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