#I probably wouldn’t hate it as much if I read it agai
Text
THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 5
After one biology class, Cloe and Yasmin start to notice how off Cymbeline has been. And Breeana has another vision.
AN: Ah yes, as we can see, it's starting to get into the part of the story we see in the movie
"Alright, class. These are just a few of the elements that make our world so enchanting."
Mr Del Rio's voice was enough to put Cymbeline to sleep. The science teacher wasn't paid enough to be here, clearly. He hated this job. He was probably thinking about something else – a sandwich, the NFL, how his wife wouldn't give in to his back massage the night before.
But Cymbeline didn't want to be here either.
She'd seen things now, learned so much over the last few weeks, things that made her realise that all this educational bullshit...it didn't matter. There was a great big world out there, ready to be explored.
But here she was – listening to this old crow ramble on in his borderline suicidal tone.
"...which brings us to something truly fascinating," Mr Del Rio whipped the elements poster stuck to the board. "Zinc; atomic number 30 on the periodic table of elements. Zinc has six times…."
Cymbeline's forehead could have made painful contact with the table if it weren't for Mr Del Rio slapping the poster again. Why did he have to be so violent?
Glimpsing over her shoulder to see if Yasmin was still reading that stupid fairytale book, Cloe noticed the sleeping Devlin sister. For fuck's sake.
"That bird tryna beef with me," Dylan, also sitting at the table, chuckled, stealing Cloe's attention away from Cymbeline.
"What?" Cloe asked.
"The bird," Dylan nodded towards the window where a crow was staring right into his soul.
"Dylan, it's a fucking bird. Pay attention," Cloe whispered, leaning forward in her seat.
Dylan sulked, his eyes turning to Mr Del Rio.
"Alright, class. Start your experiments." Mr Del Rio then retired behind his desk, probably going to look for a bottle of liquor in his drawers.
"Cymbeline," Cloe barked.
The redhead finally jolted, her eyes bloodshot from how close she came to slumbering off.
"Turn your brain on. It's time for the experiment." Cloe said as if Cymbeline didn't know that was the point of this lesson.
"Right, yeah," Cymbeline straightened up in her seat.
"Dylan, stop looking at the crow," Cloe scolded the boy.
Indeed, he was looking at the animal again, flipping it off.
"Yasmin," Cloe squinted, "why are you reading fairytale books? How old are we?"
Yasmin flushed, hiding her book behind the chemistry textbook, "They're not exactly fairytales. They're darker…slightly more accurate and believable."
"But they're still fairytales." Cloe teased. "What's this one about? Mermaids?" She tried to peek at the pages.
"Shut up," Yasmin shimmied away, "You wouldn't get it."
"Yasmin?"
Hearing Mr Del Rio's voice, Cloe stopped teasing and put her head in her book.
Yasmin's stomach twisted, trying to hide the book as the teacher crept up behind her.
"That doesn't look like a chemistry book to me." Mr Del Rio put all his energy and dedication into this statement.
Yasmin was about to get her ass handed to her.
But as knocking sounded from the other side of the classroom door, the girl knew some higher power was looking out for her.
The door opened, and in walked Principal Byrne with a young girl following behind.
"Good afternoon, Mr Del Rio," Byrne nodded before looking to the students, "afternoon, class."
A few murmured their hellos, Dylan saying quietly, "Sup, bitch."
Cloe nudged him into silence.
"I just came to introduce you to our new transfer student," this Principal beckoned the new girl forward. "This is Lina. Lina…uhhh…”
"Crawford," the girl answered for him.
Cloe eyed the girl from her seat, taking in those bright green eyes against heavy makeup. Her hair was sleek and black, reaching to her navel, with only a few red streaks running through. She was pulling the whole look off – all that dark eye makeup and mahogany red lipstick standing out against her alabaster skin. Then there was the outfit. Cloe had seen her fair share of fashionable bitches in this school who came so close to violating the dress code. But this girl? She was definitely breaking some rules. Yes, she had her black denim jeans, which was fine. But the rips in the knees? The fishnets underneath? The cropped t-shirt with studded shoulder pads? How was this allowed?
"She's one of those wiccan bitches from TikTok. I know it." Cloe's eyes travelled Lina up and down.
"Bitch, don't make assumptions." Now that she was distracted, Yasmin quickly hid her book.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing," Cloe then raised a brow, "besides, I think you and her would get along pretty well, you and your fairytales."
"Shut up, Cloe. And Dyl'? Close your mouth; you're drooling," Yasmin flicked the boy on the ear.
Having been staring at Lina shamelessly, Dylan hoped she'd answer his telepathic calls to look back at him. But luck wasn't on his side this day. "I don't know, girl. There's something about alternative-looking chicks, you know?"
“Simp,” Yasmin jested.
"I don't know. Maybe she's not into Forever 21 rejects like you," Cloe teased.
As for Cymbeline, who had remained silent since Lina's arrival, she also stared shamelessly, a hot flush of pink staining her cheeks.
She bit her lip, and that's when Lina finally turned her attention away from Mr Del Rio and the Principal…turning her fullest attention right back at Cymbeline. A smile grew on the goth girl's lips.
And Cymbeline reciprocated, maintaining eye contact.
"Ooh, something LGBT is happening," Yasmin whispered, squeezing Cymbeline's shoulders.
Finally, Cymbeline looked away, pretending to be interested in the experiment. Yet, the red blush remained.
"Nah, Cymbeline. You gotta let me talk to her first, a'ight?" Dylan leaned across the table, speaking quietly.
"Ugh, she's not a prize to be won, Dylan," Cymbeline rolled her eyes, briefly glimpsing in Lina's direction as she was led to the desk beside them.
"Well, no offence, Cymb', but sometimes with you, that's what it feels like. A competition," Dylan countered.
"Don't be a sore loser, sweetie." Cymbeline jested.
"Okay, shut up already. Everybody do their equations?" Cloe asked.
"Yep," Dylan said.
"Right here," Yasmin showed her book, proving the fairytale book was long gone.
"Sorry. Kind of forgot," Cymbeline feigned shame.
"Cymbeline," Cloe started. Everyone at the table collectively sighed. This was about to become one of the blonde's legendary tantrums. "Are you crazy? I've gotta get an A on this class!"
"Cloe, relax. It's just one assignment. God," Cymbeline leaned back in her chair, playing with her red locks as she thought of something more interesting. "You need to smoke something."
Cloe was seething, her anxiety not helping the matter. But before losing her shit, she breathed out deeply, her shoulders relaxing. She wouldn't cause a scene…Not yet, at least.
Dylan stole quick glances at Lina, the new girl only noticing the third time.
"So…" Dylan said quietly, deciding he wouldn't let Cymbeline get to Lina before he could, "Do you…listen to Korn…or something like that?"
Lina held his gaze for only two seconds before quickly averting her eyes. Her face was unreadable, yet simultaneously screamed, "Never speak to me again."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
As soon as the bell rang, Breeana practically ran to her locker. She rarely used it, only to store some cheap perfume and tampons for when Mother Nature decided to show up. But only during English class, whilst mindlessly staring at her charm bracelet, did she realise her locker was the only place she had yet to search for the missing charm.
Swinging it open, she found more in there than she remembered – a few textbooks from the year before, forgotten candy that was probably past its expiry date and a few different coloured pens.
But as she rummaged around, there was no charm to be found.
"Fuck," she sighed, setting her tote bag on the ground. The library probably appreciated these old books more than her locker.
As she pulled each one out, she stacked them in her arms until one slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground.
Breeana quickly bent down to retrieve the fallen text, only noticing the black boots on the other side of her locker door and the maroon-taloned hand also reaching for the book. She blushed, quickly standing again as the other person picked the book up.
She began to close the door to get a look at the helpful student, "Ugh, thank you. I appre - -"
And Breeana froze.
The green-eyed girl…the one from Nevra's party…
The one she saw with Cymbeline.
Here she was, still looking down at Breeana like she had at the party – emotionless, yet just the slightest hint of hostility.
The mystery girl held the book out to which Breeana took it. But the youngest Devlin couldn't tear her gaze away from this girl's.
When the book was handed over, the corner of the stranger's mouth curved up into a smirk. She winked. And walked away.
Breeana let her eyes follow the girl as she walked down the hall, unlike the other students around her, in no hurry to get to her next class. The raven-haired girl stopped at the water machine, scooping up her hair in a fist as she dipped her head down to sip the cold water.
"What in the world?" Breeana squinted her eyes. What was with this passive aggression? Had she done something to this girl in the past, something that conjured up an ongoing grudge? Then again, this was the first time she had ever seen the raven-haired teen in school.
Coming to no conclusion as to what was going on with the girl, Breeana gave up. She closed her locker, turning to make it on time for her next class.
But in her hurry, she ran face-first into someone's chest.
"Damn it! I'm so sorry!" Breeana flinched away, having dropped her books again. Ducking down, she gathered them up. Some part of her brain told her she'd look up and see the gothy girl standing before her again, making her giggle.
The person also bent down, helping retrieve the books. "No worries, shawty."
Hearing the voice, Breeana's head whipped up.
Dylan was standing now; therefore, so did she.
"How's it going, Bree'?" Dylan handed the books back. "You ain't texting me. You still got my number?"
Fuck . "Ugh, y-yeah. I've just been, you know, busy, and…stuff," Breeana tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Nah, I feel, girl. School is for the suffering, right?"
"Exactly," Breeana giggled, feeling her cheeks flare up. This was when she should've said her thank you's and moved on. But her feet remained planted. "So…Dylan, I was just wondering if…" she looked away from his eyes for a moment, missing as he caught sight of something down the hallway, "Um…if you're going to - -"
"Hang on a minute," Dylan held his hand up, silencing the girl, "I'll be back in a sec. Wait up on me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Breeana replied dejectedly, not that Dylan heard. He was already walking away from her, all the way down to the water machine, heading straight for the new girl.
Her stomach turned, watching her crush talk to the black-haired beauty, only to be shooed away.
And Dylan didn't come back to her.
Of course…he was into someone that wasn't Breeana.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Look at that. Pathetic," Cymbeline laughed, walking down the corridor with Yasmin and Cloe. The sight of Dylan being waved off by Lina provided just the right amount of serotonin she needed.
"Okay, but can we talk about that experiment?" Cloe's brows were furrowed, "We're lucky we made it through to the end."
"Exactly. Nothing to worry about, bitch," Cymbeline stopped at her locker, the scent of Versace perfume wafting out when she opened the door.
"I meant, we're lucky the rest of us knew what to do!"
Yasmin touched Cloe's shoulder, "Girl, chill out."
"You done, Cloe?" Cymbeline fired back, quickly swapping her books over and closing her locker. "Later, bitches."
Before she could get too far, however, Yasmin caught up. "Cymbeline, wait. Look, I know chemistry isn't your favourite subject. And, you know what? Me too. I fucking hate it. I mean, fuck, I bring books to read just to keep it interesting. But I stay with it. And if you don't, you're gonna fail."
Cloe could have fallen to the ground and wept. Thank God for Yasmin.
"Look. I got it from her," Cymbeline's eyes flickered to Cloe and back again, "And now I'm getting it from you. I don't need to hear this lecture again. So get off my back, okay?" She smiled fakely.
Yasmin was silent for a moment. Of all the years she'd known this girl, she'd never heard her talk like this. "Okay, fuck it. What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Cymbeline squinted her eyes.
"Well, I guess, like… You're kind of," and Yasmin sighed, best not to beat around the bush, "Fuck it, you're different. I've noticed it for a while now, the last few weeks, actually. You're just…changed."
Cymbeline laughed through a scoff, "With all due respect, Yasmin, I am almost a legal adult. You think I give a shit about all of this?" She gestured to the school around her. "Shit, that doesn't matter? Do yourself a favour and open your eyes, bitch. Maybe then you won't still be stuck in the mind of a fifteen-year-old." Turning her gaze to Cloe, it was clear that the last part was aimed more at her.
Having said her part, Cymbeline turned again. "Sorry, gotta fly," and she struts down the corridor like a royal queen, too regal to even look at her subjects.
Yasmin and Cloe stood dumbfounded, watching their friend walk down the hallway…
All the way down to meet Lina at the water machine.
Cymbeline embraced the new girl, an embrace too intimate to be between two people who just met each other.
"Yo, does Cymbeline know her?" Dylan rejoined the girls, watching the scene in disappointment.
"I don't know. Maybe?" Cole shrugged, watching Lina wrap an arm around Cymbeline's shoulder, the black-haired girl giggling at something the redhead said. "But…how? She's new."
"I don't know," Yasmin shook her head, finally forcing her gaze away from the situation. "But I'm not wrong, though, right? Something's been going on with her."
Before Cloe could even agree, Dylan just had to speak again, "Y'all, I don't know. She probably just tryna score the chick for the Magnolia Ball."
And the three began to move on in the hallway, saying no more of the matter.
Breeana remained in her place. However, one moment glancing at Dylan, feeling her disappointment worsen, and then looking at Cymbeline and the new girl, adding to all her fears and worries.
The death glares from the new girl…the crushing feeling of being reduced to the smallest being…Cymbeline avoiding Breeana at all costs…Cymbeline being so cruel…
This can't be a coincidence.
As Breeana finally made her way through the hallways, she just couldn't bring herself to go to her next class. She wasn't the type to skip one, but her stomach was in knots at that moment.
This new bitch…She had to be responsible. The first time Breeana met her was at Nevra's party. And so did Cymbeline. But thinking back to that night, Breeana couldn't pinpoint any strange or bizarre behaviour from her big sister.
Then again, maybe that was because Cymbeline was absolutely smashed.
And the day after, yeah, she was a bit on the snappier side. But…hangovers… Yeah. She was just hungover.
But the day after…it was as if a switch had flipped.
Sighing deeply, Breeana's feet stopped beside a glass cabinet filled with pictures and newspaper articles detailing all the school's most notable events. And there in the middle was a picture of Cymbeline, sitting at a beautifully crafted booth, selling a whole bunch of books she collected from the town's only thrift shop. The small store was closing, therefore, would see so many precious items thrown in the trash. Cymbeline would talk about how she wished she could have saved everything. But books were her biggest passion, therefore rescued as many as possible, selling them in the school to raise money for charity.
She inspired many, always so humble when people praised her name.
But was the Cymbeline in the picture the same Cymbeline Breeana saw today?
Breeana raised her hand, touching her fingertips to the glass, sweeping over her sister's face. And she whispered, "I miss you."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
When Melvino called his girls for dinner, Breeana wasn't at all surprised when Cymbeline took her plate and retreated to her room without a word. She also wasn't surprised that her father didn't stop her.
But it still hurt, seeing the man who raised his two daughters alone already so defeated.
As bad as it was at school, having to deal with Cymbeline ignoring her, it was worse at home. Because Breeana would have to see her Dad like this.
Only a few nights before, whilst grabbing a glass of water in the night, she found Melvino sitting on the couch, sobbing quietly. In his hand was a sheet of paper. At first, Breeana had no idea what was on it. But sneaking closer, she recognised it instantly.
A letter twelve-year-old Cymbeline wrote for her father.
The last line always stayed with Breeana.
My Dad is my superhero.
And Breeana rushed back to her room, a choked sob escaping as the door shut.
Now, sitting in front of him at the dinner table, she hated that she could see the red rimming his eyes.
"So, um…" Breeana tucked a pink strand of hair behind her ear before biting into a meatball, "how're things on the other side, Daddy?"
Melvino could barely lift his gaze to her, "Fine."
"Okay."
More silence…
"Well, I watched that Jeffrey Dahmer series," Breeana tried again, "you were right. It's interesting. Messed up, though."
Finally, Melvino met her gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Your Dad's always right."
Breeana returned the smile before playing with her spaghetti again. "And…then I found this documentary about…um, premonitions. It's quite interesting, actually. I mean, do you think we can do that too?" She lifted her head up slightly, searching for any hint of suspicion on her father's face.
"Premonitions?" Melvino sipped from his glass of ice-cold water.
"Yeah. Like, if humans have that sort of power, then maybe… we do too." Breeana tucked her hair behind her ear, twirling her fork and gathering spaghetti.
Melvino stared at his daughter, almost as if he could read her mind. He knew there was something more than just curiosity to these questions, and yet he didn't ask questions. "Like humans, only some do. I've had my fair share of premonitions, but they stopped when I turned twelve." He turned his attention back to his meal before sparing her one more glance, "Why?"
Breeana's demeanour shifted as if she really didn't care about the subject. "Oh, just…was wondering, is all." And she went back to playing with her dinner.
She could have left it at that, choosing to be satisfied with her father's answer. But she was still so curious but also didn't want to raise his suspicions. So later that night, after finishing her nighttime skincare routine, she stared at her reflection.
She focused all her energy on nothing but herself, her head cycling over the images presented to her in her first vision. It made her head hurt and probably wouldn't amount to anything.
But the teenager was still so intrigued by the things she could possibly see – something that would give her answers.
After staring for a whole minute, her eyes grew tired, and it was clear nothing would happen.
"Fuck this," she whispered under her breath.
Clasping her hands over the edge of the sink, she turned her gaze to her bracelet. Still one charm short. Every time she was reminded, she told herself that it was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. She should just accept it and move on. It was just a piece of metal…
And yet her stomach still churned, reminding her of a time so long ago.
Staring at it now, Breeana blinked…
And the images surfaced.
Cymbeline standing in a crowd bathed in neon pink lights. Cymbeline inhaled a white powdery substance into her nostril. Cymbeline dancing in the crowd. Cymbeline blinking with black pools for eyes. Cymbeline kissing an unidentifiable boy. Cymbeline flying. Cymbeline kissing the new girl.
"Stop!" Breeana jolted. With a single blink, she was brought back to the present.
Her chest heaved, eyes wide as the image of her sister making out with that strange girl burned in her brain.
That girl…she had to be responsible for Cymbeline's new attitude.
Breeana was sure of it now.
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Love Bites, Epilogue
Summary: Fourty-seven years ago, Y/N’s life ended after a chance encounter at a nightclub with her now vampire sire Hyunjin. The arrogant ex-prince has hated her since that night, blaming her for everything and has made it his goal for the rest of eternity to make sure she knows it.
Another chance encounter has her pining after a very human university student. She knows getting close to him will put his life at risk, but she can’t help but be drawn in by his sweet nature and adorable smile. What happens when her vengeful sire learns of her interest in the human boy? Can she save him or will Hyunjin ruin everything once again?
Characters: Vampire!Chan, Vampire!Minho, Vampire!Changbin, Vampire!Hyunjin, Vampire!Jisung, Vampire!Felix, Human!Seungmin, Human!Jeongin, Vampire!Reader
Pairing: Starts Hyunjin x reader, but endgame is Jeongin x reader
Warnings: Blood (it’s vampires so…), violence, Hyunjin is a major asshole, abuse, fighting, smut, unprotected sex, language.
A/N: Wow this is it! I feel like this one went by really fast. It is shorter than a lot of other things I’ve written, but I really enjoyed this one. It was so fun to write and I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading it!!
MASTERLIST
Two Years Later
“So you don’t hate me for turning you?”
“No. I mean, it was a lot to digest in the beginning. Everything’s changed, I’ll never get to see my family again, no more sunrises and sunsets. But there was no other way we could have been together. Things would have had to end eventually. I’d get older, you wouldn’t. I wish I’d had a bit more time...but you saved my life.”
You nod. “I wish things had been different for you too. When I saw that rogue vampire...if I hadn’t been there...I would have hated myself for the rest of eternity.”
“Would you have...ever drank my blood?” He asks, tracing patterns on your back.
“No.” You say, laying your head on his chest. It feels empty without his heartbeat. You miss it; his warmth, his heartbeat, the sound of his breath. But he was alive, sort of, and with you so you would take it. “That night when we first kissed, I made a promise to myself that I would never drink from you. I kept that promise, even when you were bleeding out in front of me.”
“I’m glad I met you. I’m glad we’re together. I don’t know why I feel this way. Even as a human I couldn’t explain why I was so in love with you, why I fell so fast so hard. I guess it just hits you when you meet the special person.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “There was a time when I thought you might be a vampire.”
You sit up a bit to look at his face. “What?”
He nods. “Not long after we first started hanging out. When you only came by at night, never ate or drank anything even if there was food in front of you, how sometimes you were cold even when we were wrapped in blankets together. Why you didn’t talk much about your family, or your “brothers” and why you never let me come over here. I was doing research, trying to rationalize why you refused to go out in daylight. Most of the search results that came up were about vampires. I thought that was crazy, and settled on that rare disease that makes people super sensitive to sunlight and that you were too ashamed to tell me about it.” He smiles at you. “Turns out it was vampires. Who would have thought that?”
You laugh. “I wanted to tell you. So many times. But I knew how dangerous it would be. Part of me regrets not telling you. Maybe...maybe things would have been different. But I don’t think we would have been lying here if I had.”
He pulls you back on top of him, his erection poking you in the thigh. “I would have come to terms with it after a while. Probably still would have asked you to turn me eventually. Maybe not right away.” He runs his hands up and down your sides. “I don’t know if I could have done it without Seungmin, though. I at least have one part of my family.”
“I hate that he had to be turned the way he was. But I’m glad you have each other still.”
He leans up, kissing you. You relax against his chest, not worried about smothering him anymore. You hated that things had gone the way they did, but you’re happy you have Jeongin with you for the rest of eternity.
“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, reaching down to slip inside you.
You moan softly against his lips, pressing your body as close against his as you can. “I love you too. Forever.”
“Forever.”
#stray kids#skz#stray kids fic#skz fic#stray kids vampire au#skz vampire au#hyunjin x reader#jeongin x reader
116 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just friends
Minors DNI.
Pairings: College AU. College!Gojo x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut (fingering), swearing, is fluff a warning?
A/N: Okayy, so this a college AU with a friends with benefits dynamic. I wanted to make this a slow burn so I'll see where it leads lol.
Enjoy!
He was kissing your neck and you were adjusting yourself under him to allow him to move further down. He didn’t smell like himself; his cologne was mixed with someone else’s. You were supposed to be okay with that though, because you guys were just friends after all. You were there for each other while doing homework, working on labs together, going bowling on the weekends, grabbing coffee and when the teenage hormonal urge came to indulge in each other’s body; well, a month ago you agreed to that too.
“Look, despite the movies, I think it could work,” Gojo proposed.
“What makes you think that?” you narrow your eyes at him from across the lab counter you guys were sitting at, trying to compile a report you messed up twice by now.
Chemistry was hard. But Gojo was making it harder for both of you right now by asking unnecessary questions to push a few boundaries in your friendship.
“The fact that you are pretty objective, and that we are both have needs,” he said, adding a playful drawl on the last word.
“No,” you pointed out firmly, hesitating to meet the eyes that were set at looking into yours. “You have needs, I on the other hand would like to finish this report and go to sleep.”
“See, that could easily be turned into a better end to your day if you go to sleep with me,” he countered, putting his hand on the calculator you were punching numbers into; forcing you to lift your head up and look at him with a frustrated but amused expression.
“Is this really the time to talk about this?” you huffed, trying to free your hand while trying hard and failing at controlling the heat spreading to your face.
“No time better than the present lovie.”
“Not your lovie,” you emphasized, sitting back onto your chair and giving up at the notion of finishing your lab. When Gojo is being stubborn about something, there were not a lot of ways to solve the problem but give in and listen; like right now, with his absurd idea.
But was it really absurd though? You guys have been friends for a good while now, 2 years to be exact. You liked how he could go on for ages talking about the ridiculous things he did at college that day and you wouldn’t mind listening because it allowed you to see the day outside of your own world. Maybe it was because your life lacked a little chaos and his lacked the calm and organization of yours; but you worked well with each other. He dragged you out of the dorm on days you got obsessed with completing your readings and you were grateful for the sun that you got. You also dragged him back into the dorm on nights you knew were meant for rest, or studying instead of getting wasted with the kids who had already completed their tests for that week.
“Look, all I’m saying is, let’s try it out, and if it fails…” he stretched out of his chair like he was doing some kind of tedious work (like the fucking report you guys were supposed to write). “Well, at least we will know where that road leads to.”
His standing figure made you look so small you wanted to punch him in the throat. But you also felt safe?
It’s not like you were completely against the idea. I mean, you knew him pretty well; you knew what kind of a person he was. You understood that he makes a great friend, but he would probably break your heart and chuck it in the bag of broken hearts he carries around with him. And let’s not lie, he’s hot. You’ve seen how his shirt rides up when he leans back against the pillows on your bed on the days he drops by your dorm to annoy you. You also hate how you can’t stop yourself from staring at how his eyes widen and sparkle when he finds something interesting in the material he’s reading when you guys are studying together. You knew there was a thin line between being his friend, working well together, him being so fucking attractive and you falling in love with him, God forbid.
Well, maybe you could walk that thin line. “If we fail, we never talk about it again okay?” you started, framing the rules of your relationship in your head.
“Yup,” he agreed, liking where this conversation was headed.
“There are going to be rules of course.”
“Mhhm.”
“No talk of this outside the two of us.” You look at him dead serious.
“Yep yep.”
“And you have to stop being so fucking annoying when we do what we do,” you added.
“Meh, no promises,” he shrugged.
“Okay, well, it looks like we’ve come to some kind of an agreement even though this report is not done,” you sighed closing your book at the realization that the time you signed up for the lab had elapsed.
“Hey,” Gojo said, clearing his throat. Was he nervous? You glanced at him while trying to gather your things into your bag.
“Do you wanna test the agreement?”
“What?” you pause your actions at the offer. “Now?”
“I mean, I see nothing stopping us,” he reasoned. “And we can finish the report at the dorm too.”
“How do you plan for these bribes to work with me?” you smile at his offer to work in exchange of doing the dirty.
“What can I say lovie, I’m a bit of a genius when it comes to being a slut.” Only Gojo could imbue so much confidence into being a slut.
“Again,” you said, “not your lovie.” You push your bag into his chest as a sign of agreement and head towards the lab door. He caught up with you in no time, cradling your bag in his arms and smiling stupidly wide like he won at an arcade game at the fair. You didn’t know if what was going to follow was a disaster or the start of something better than anything you two ever knew.
He didn’t even wait for you guys to settle into your room or talk about how your relationship was going to work before throwing your bag onto the bed and backing you up against your door and pressing his lips against yours to let you know how the next few hours of your day were going to go. And oh my god, they were going to go so fucking good.
“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from your lips and twisting the lock on your door with his free hand.
“Yeah,” you squeaked, embarrassed and a little confused at how quickly this day was taking a whole new turn.
“Wanna say that again?” he teased swiping his thumb across your cheek while tilting your head to look at you properly.
“Just-” you swallowed. You’ve never seen his eyes look like this, even after all this time with him. They had their usual playful glint in them, the kind that normally makes you want to shove him through a locker (not that you haven’t tried) but right now there was something more. Something that made you want to run but also give into his touch and the patterns he was drawing on the small of your back with his other hand. “Just…take it slow okay?” you ask, hoping he understood that you hadn’t done something like this in a while now.
He knew that though. You talked about your first times over a drunk Friday evening and that was when he figured you hadn’t done as much as him and you also figured that Gojo was a threat to womankind.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied, taking your hands into his and leading you towards the bed. His eyes never left yours and you weren’t done tasting his lips just yet, so you stare at them with unabashed desire. “Oh, my eyes are up here love,” he said, pausing his movements to take in this side of you he hadn’t seen before.
“Shut up,” you retort, a little annoyed at how quickly he had you feeling so hot and bothered. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tippy-toes to pull him down to meet your lips as he groans into the kiss in surprise. You don’t know what it was that got into you, but you pushed him to walk to the edge of the bed as your tugged at the hem of his shirt to let him know you wanted it on the floor. He was breathing hard too by this point; his hand cupping your neck and the other finding its way under your shirt. He laughs at your attempt to lift his shirt and removes his hands from your body for a moment to take his shirt off. Your eyes widen at the view you were presented with. Your hands reach for his chest but he grabs your wrists, tilting his head in amusement. “Kinda unfair if yours doesn’t come off too no?”
And that’s how you found his hands slipping under your shirt and around your back, leaving goosebumps at his touch. He unhooked your bra and lifted the set of clothing from your body, leaving you hazy from all the kisses that he was planting along your jawline and neck. He pulled your hands that were stroking his chest to interlock with his fingers as he used your momentary confusion to push you onto your bed and hover over you in one clumsy but simultaneously smooth maneuver.
He was reveling in this side of you that you were showing. It was chaotic, it was vulnerable and most of all, it was so beautiful. His hands release yours as he finds interest in playing with your breasts. He takes hold of your left breast and squeezes it as you whine and twist your head into the pillows at his teasing and the lack of attention that was being paid to your areas down south. You pull at the white strands of his hair you had slid your fingers into and he groans into your skin making you shudder. He opens his lips to the side of your neck that you gave space to and bites down as a response to your own roughness. The moan that escapes your mouth makes you want to hide in embarrassment as he chuckles into the mark he was leaving.
Your chest was heaving, as your hands grab at the sheets next to you instead to find some kind of stability among the fireworks that his touch was leaving. “Gojo-” you started, lifting your head from the pillow, to see him smirking at you. He moves down towards your stomach and thighs, making sure to kiss the curves and edges and taking note of the areas he kissed and you moaned at. “I will kill you if you don’t stop teasing.” You drop back onto the pillow again, not being able to hold for too long as his fingers stroke your inner thighs, taking off the last article of clothing you had on.
He leans forward, looking at you with your eyes fluttering shut and fidgeting around his hold on you. “Aw, cute,” he says, stroking your thighs and brushing his fingertips around your clit, not touching it but making it more sensitive than you would have ever imagined. “You can still threaten me looking like this.” You push your head deeper into the pillows at the sensation of the butterfly kisses he was placing on your inner thighs and sucking at the sensitive skin to leave his marks yet again.
“I swear to God-” you plead, threading your hands into his hair again. “Patience, pretty,” he says, lifting his head from between your legs to allow his fingers to take their place and rub at your clit in tiny circles. You gasp and have the urge to shut your legs but he has one of his legs secured between yours and you really wanted him to keep going too. “Think you’re ready for me?” he asks, running his index and middle finger along the outer area of your slits.
you nod at him, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were getting hazy from circles he was drawing on your clit with his middle finger and moving it down to tease your entrance.
“Words, love,” he says, shifting to lean above you and place a kiss to your lips and chest that was heaving roughly by now.
“I-I’m ready,” you softly reply, looking into his eyes and then at his smile that reminded you that he was your safety and also the person that was going to ruin in the next few minutes.
“Tell me to stop when you want to okay?” He assures you as he slides his fingers between your slits to feel your wetness.
“Mhmm,” is all you can say as you feel his middle finger play around your entrance before finding its way against your walls. You breathe sharply at the feeling of his finger pulling in and out slowly, to explore its way around you. But it was also making you so hot-headed as it hit all the right corners and spaces. He swallows your moans with his lips and tries to steady your body by sucking at your nipples. But it only made your head cloudier and you let go of any control of the sounds that were coming out of you.
Your back arches with an audible whimper escaping your chest at Gojo’s attempt to curl his finger against your walls and he smirks, knowing what he just did. He continues the curling motions and tests your limit by nudging a second finger at your entrance. You yelp at the tight feeling of your walls against his fingers. “Fuck,” you spread your legs wider as a sign of giving in to his movements completely. He was entranced by the pretty sounds coming out of you and the way your hips were moving up and down his fingers trying to chase the knot that was tightening at the bottom of your stomach.
He speeds up the movements of his fingers, moving in and out of you. You let out soft cries at how he wasn’t letting you get a moment of rest between the feeling of his mouth against the sensitive spots on your neck and breasts mixed with the madness that was occurring between your legs. “Gojo, I can’t-” you say in a shaky cry at the way your walls were tightening against his fingers. He pushes you further with his thumb rubbing faster against your clit and you just about lose it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a strangled moan leaving your lips
“Hey pretty girl, wanna let go for me?” he whispers as he looks at your desperate eyes. You nod feverishly as he continues his motions, and he hoists one of your legs further apart to rest on his lap. You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and the tingling on your clit getting borderline painful. You snap your palm on Gojo’s wrist trying to fight the feeling but he doesn’t relent. And with the next few motions of his fingers curling against you while he bit into your neck a little too rough, you let out a strangled shriek and arch your back as your walls pulsate around his fingers at your orgasm.
He drank in the sight of you panting and your legs shaking from the orgasm. Your eyes were pinched shut and one of your hands had the sheets tightly tucked into your fist and the other was squeezing his wrist that was still pumping his fingers in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm. He leans forward, in awe and with sense of adoration.
“You good?” he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed the stray pieces of hair on the sides of your face to place more chaste kisses across your cheeks and moving to your neck. You hiss as he takes his fingers out of you and you are given an apology as he muffles your complaints with his lips pressing against yours. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at Gojo’s now tight pants. You smirk and shift to balance your figure on your elbows to meet his eyes.
You nod at the bulge through his pants. “Do you wanna do something about that or…?” you question reaching out to place your hands against his chest, and push him into sitting back onto the bed as you straddle him.
“I mean…if you can take it,” he laughs, pressing his forehead against yours, and squeezing your hips.
God, this may be a huge mistake or one of the greatest things you guys stumbled upon with each other.
A/N: This is my first attempt at smut so help me oh lords of smut; I hope I didn’t it mess up lol. I also really like this college AU so maybe I’ll continue it, idk.
Alsoo, the header I used here was got from pinterest but if it has sources to someone here on Tumblr, I would love to credit <3
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo satoru#gojo imagine#gojo smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk imagines#jjk au#askufdkusj idek where my head was when I did this#I wanted it to be soft though#consent is nice y'all#I do wanna continue this into part with angst and lovey dovey stuff???#🔞
298 notes
·
View notes
Text
All the Obey me! boys discovering MC has kosmemophobia
Turns out I really have to write overly specific scenarios myself, so here I am. This was my first time writing headcanons, it’s more difficult than it looks like, but I managed! It also turned out way longer than I thought it’d be.
Kosmemophobia: a “fear” of jewelry. People with kosmemophobia will either not wear any jewelry at all, or may be comfortable with wearing non-metallic jewelry. Touching or being touched by jewelry makes these people feel somehow dirty (even though we know majority of jewelry is sanitized), uncomfortable, and will make people want to wash that part of their body it touched. People (dare I say mostly afab) usually notice it early on in their childhood. It is not known what makes people kosmemophobic atm, considering people have it since early childhood.
If you have further questions about it, feel welcome to ask. :)
Total word count: 4800-ish
Gender of MC is not mentioned
Slight season 2 spoiler alert in Simeon’s part
Warning for verbally abusive parents in Belphie’s part
You have been warned.
Lucifer
He wanted to make the shopping trip enjoyable for the both of you, but especially for you
He just wanted to take you on a date somewhere where his brothers wouldn’t constantly interfere, even if it was only for a few hours
You two were just window shopping at the mall when Lucifer decided to take you into one of the stores
It was a store with magical items, from stones to a number of different trinkets, including jewelry
Somehow this was the part he was most interested in in the whole shop
Watching him look over it, especially necklaces made you feel uncomfortable and you had a feeling you knew where this was going
With what little hope you had, you subtly tried to nudge him away, but he wouldn’t budge
He finally took one of the necklaces out of the display and turned towards you
"What do you think? Wouldn’t it suit you?“
en he saw your eyes widen and you taking a step back, a shiver running down your spine, he was taken aback. Did he do something?
"Is something wrong? You don’t like it? It’s fine to just say so.“
Oh well, you would have to tell him one day, right?
"N-no, that’s not exactly it, it’s just that just the thought of wearing jewelry or even touching it is making me uncomfortable. I know it’s weird, but please don’t make me do this…“
Well this he did not expect at all. He put the necklace back and putting one hand around you, he turned you around and moved to a part of the shop with crystals and rocks of all different colours instead
"I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Let’s look over something else.“
You smiled at him and nodded. You had him curious about this fear of yours, he might have asked later on to give you more details on it.
Whether you are comfortable with sharing information about this with him or not, he respects your fear and does his best not to make you uncomfortable in the future
Mammon
- Chaotic snuggle boy was all about protecting you and also hugging you, especially when in private where none of his brothers could see
- It dawned on him pretty quickly that something about you was strange when you sometimes flinched every time he touched your skin
- It wasn’t every time, and he just couldn’t understand the pattern
- One day he had had enough, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it, it was driving him absolutely crazy
- He finally mustered enough courage to ask you
- "Oi, human, what is it with ya flinchin‘ when I touch ya?“
- Damn… he noticed after all. You were trying to hide your phobia as much as you could, but you couldn’t help yourself. Well, better come up with the truth now
- "Hah, w-well it’s not you, I swear. It’s gonna sound weird, but it’s your rings. The feel of them on my skin feels… uncomfortable.“
- You tried to explain the feeling as best as you could, mostly how touching jewelry just makes you… want to wash your hands and the feeling appears also on other parts on your body
- First he blinked in surprise, but listened to your explanation
- Suddenly it all made sense. He only wore his rings on his right hand. You only flinched when he touched your skin with his right hand. How could he not notice this detail sooner?
- Well, now he knows. He asks you if you’d rather he didn’t wear them near you.
- If you say you’re going to hopefully get used to it over time, he will keep wearing them, but sometimes takes them off on his own
- If you state that you’d rather not have to touch them, he will keep in mind to take them off before going for snuggles
- Doesn’t really think much about it afterwards, he just takes it as a fact
Leviathan
- Your birthday was getting closer and Leviathan wanted to get you a gift, but didn’t have many ideas
- So he decided to invite you over to his room to watch some anime and play games, so that he could subtly take the conversation where he wanted and get an idea of what you might be interested in
- When watching anime, he saw that you really liked the main character
- Well what a coincidence! He totally imagined you cosplaying the main character and him cosplaying the character’s best friend. Duo cosplays are always the best!
- "Oh! I once saw a set of their pendants and bracelets as a set on Akuzon! Wouldn’t it be a nice beginning of another cosplay?“
- Your face completely changed its expression and you tensed when he mentioned it
- This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed. Was he wrong all along? Did he assume wrongly that you liked the character? Do you actually not like the character at all?
- Panic intensifies
- "Oh no, I am sorry, if you don’t like the character, maybe we can cosplay another duo? Forget I said anything about it-“
- "Levi… calm down, it’s not that I don’t like the character. It’s just the jewelry I am uncomfortable with.“
- Oh
- OH
- Just like- nevermind, even though he probably watched the majority of anime in existence, he couldn’t remember a character who’s trait this would be
- You tell him it’s okay, it’s a very rare phobia and not even that known
- May ask a few questions about it and if there is a loophole for it
- Either way, the idea of getting you jewelry gets thrown out of the window
- For you birthday, he gets you and him matching hoodies
- They‘re so soft
Satan
- That day, Satan invited you on a date to his favourite bookstore
- You were totally up for it, who knows, maybe you’d find something really interesting
- Or something that is SO stupid that you just wouldn’t be able to not get it (Yes, I have one such book, I love/hate it so much)
- He decided to také you to a bookstore you haven’t been to yet. Yay, more adventure! New store layout! So many possibilities!
- You were browsing through bookshelves, Satan sometimes told about a few books he has in his own room that this bookstore also had
- Suddenly he spotted someone and got rather excited
- It turns out it was one of his aquintances and he wanted to introduce them to you. It was an elegant demon, by the looks of it quite rich
- You were soon told they were one of the best selling authors of the Devildom, with a rather original, but easy to read writing style, which was probably how they got so famous
- They wanted to shake your hand as a sign of politeness
- When you saw the massive rings and bracelets on their hand, you gulped and widened your eyes
- You didn’t want to be impolite, though, so you decided to shake their hand anyway
- You couldn’t get the feeling of metal out of your hand and you wanted to go to the restroom to wash your hands real quick
- Satan noticed you were getting tense as you tried to subtly rub your hand with your other hand and ended the conversation smoothly and took you aside
- "Is there something wrong? Did they hurt you? You can ask for an apology if they did.“
- You had to smile at this assumption. It warmed your heart to know Satan cared about you
- "No, it’s just… have you seen all that jewelry? I am not saying they shouldn’t wear it, it’s their choice, but for me that was a living nightmare.“
- Well he was glad they didn’t hurt you in any way. He was a bit surprised by your explanation and truth be told, he got very curious
- After you quickly wash your your hands in the nearby restroom, he wants to know more about your phobia.
- How long do you have it? How much does it affect your life? How did you find the right term? Do you personally know other people with this condition?
- And so many more. Feel free to tell him there have already been too many questions answered and that you could continue another day in this interview. He’s already thrilled.
Asmodeus
- You both planned the perfect spa day together
- After all, who’d know more how to make you completely relaxed, if not Asmo?
- You end up having lots of fun and you feel SO GOOD and relaxed after you’re all done
- You hair has never been so very well taken care of, no matter you lenght or type, he probably gives you some useful advice you’ve never heard of yourself, bt it seems to be working, so why not?
- And your skin is finally properly moisturized
- All right, what now? Asmo doesn’t want this moment to end yet, he loves hanging out with you and you still had time
- You end up visiting Majolish and trying on different clothes, even if it’s just for fun. Asmo loves picking out clothes for you and he really does have a good eye for what would suit you
- You ended up putting on your 20th outfit. Asmo looked at you and thought for a bit. Something was missing.
- Yes, sure, the outfit was nice and all, but it was missing something… but what?
- He suddenly got an idea. He ran off for a bit and soon returned with something in his hands
- When he got cloce to you again, you realized it was a set of small thin elegant bracelet and a metallic necklace to go with it
- Your blood froze and you started to back away slowly, putting your arms up in defense and shaking your head
- "What’s wrong? Do you think it’s too much? Maybe even too little?“
- Before he could run off again for something different that could be to your taste, you quickly stopped him before he could do so
- "No, wait, the jewelry… is pretty and you’re right it would go well with this outfit. But I am not willing to wear any jewelry. At all. It’s a very rare phobia and I can’t do much with it.“
- You were surprised this hasn’t come up sooner, but oh well, it happened now
- Asmo looked a bit disappointed at first, but upon hearing it’s a phobia, his expression softened and he gave you a little smile
- "O-oh! All right, back this goes, then! The outfit looks good even without it, I just thought it would be a nice touch, that’s all!“
- You smiled and nodded in acknowledgment
- He would definitely question you later if it bothered you on others as well and how much. He’ll make a note to himself to wear as little jewelry as possible when spending time with you, depending what you’re comfortable with
Beelzebub
- You were just meeting everyone in the human world for the first time
- You were so excited, you had no idea you would ring the bell and Asmo would open the door
- Everyone started greeting their favourite human like they haven’t seen you in years, when it’s probably been just a few weeks at most
- These babies
- Beel wasn’t home at the time, so you decided to surprise him and wanted to make his favourite human world food
- Luckily, they already had enough ingrediants in the kitchen, so you didn’t have to go shopping as the first thing you’d do
- Just as you finished, Beel came home. He got very excited to see you again
- He took off his jacket and- oh no
- He wanted to hug you, as was his habit even when in the Devildom, but upon seeing that heavy necklace, you had to move up your hands in defence
- He got confused. Did he sweat too much and stinks now? Did you not like him anymore for whatever reason?
- The biggest baby made confused puppy eyes, he just wanted to greet you
- „Ah, I am sorry, could you please take the necklace off? Jewelry and especially jewelry like that makes me uncomfortable when I touch it.“
- He sighed in relief. You didn’t hate him after all.
- He quickly ran off, presumably to his room and came back in a minute, now without the chain necklace
- You smiled happily and opened your arms, an invitation for him to hug and greet you
- And he sure did!
- He was just happy he could hug you again without you feeling uneasy about the situation
- Doesn’t really ask anything else, just in case you’re not okay with talking about it, but he keeps that fact in mind and is now rarely seen with the chain on
Belphegor
- You were once more taking a nap together. It became a pleasurable habit of yours to join Belphie. After all, you didn’t have to do anything and got some sweet sweet cuddles. What could be better?
- Well, you finally managed to fall asleep
- And Belphie got curious about your dreams, so he decided to visit your dream for once.
- He was really there just to observe, he didn’t want to interfere with anything
- He wondered what you’d dream about
- Was it something really sweet? Would you go on an adventure to find the root of youth? Would you be enjoying a swim in a pool? Maybe you’d meet your friends from the human world
- The posibilities were endless
- What he didn’t count with, though, was the possibility of you having a nightmare
- You seemed to be having a fight with two older humans. Maybe they were your parents?
- You tried to persuade them not to make you wear the massive necklace the woman was holding
- They had absolutely none of it
- "Please, just don’t make me wear it. It’s not like it’s mandatory, nothing will really happen if I don’t put it on!“
- „Nonsense! You need to! We chose this for you before you were even born, how dare you not want to wear it!“
- "This youth, I swear, what is it that you want?! That it’s not made of silver?! OF GOLD?! Huh? Is that it? Are you really that spoiled?!“
- "You don’t understand, I wouldn’t wear it even if it was made of the rarest metal ever! Why is it so difficult to understand it!“
- Belphie was taken aback. He had no idea you were dealing with a struggle like that. When he thought about it, he realized you never wore any jewelry to anything, you always kept it simple with fabric patterns
- He wondered if this dream was inspired by real life events
- Why couldn’t some humans understand the boundaries of others was a hard thing for him to grasp
- He decided to leave the dream and wake up for a bit. He felt you shivering and when he raised his head, he saw a pair of tears running down your cheeks
- He hugged you tighter and fell asleep again, joining you in your dream
- You were now alone, angry and upset at your parents
- He came up to you and started to calm you down. You appreciated it. He couldn’t deny his curiousity and asked about the situation
- Truns out talking about it helped you calm down more than anything and he spent the rest of the dream with you
Diavolo
- Diavolo invited you over to hang out
- He normally doesn’t have much time off, but since he took a liking to you, he managed to persuade Barbatos to give him more free time to be with you
- Or he just straight up slacks from his work, he doesn’t really care
- After sitting in the garden for a while and just catching up with each other, you suggested making anouther castle tour
- Seriously, the castle is huge, you couldn’t fully enjoy it in a day or two, it took a while
- He hapilly obliged, he knew the whole castle like the back of his hand
- And there were so many stories connected to different parts of the castle
- You loved listening to these stories, it was almost like a proffesional castle tour
- Private, and for free and told by the actual owner
- By now you at least vaguely remembered some of the more important royals except for Dia, Barbatos and the brothers. Maybe not in detail, but you can at least say you’ve already heard the name before
- Today he decided to show you the treasury. You were curious what you’d see and if it also held some interesting stories to be told
- Once the guards let you inside, you found yourself in a huge room with display boxes. Some of them were open
- Inside the boxes was… jewelry. All different kinds, sizes and colours. You started to look over them
- You admired the pieces for the fine craftmanship, you really did. Some of them were beautiful and breathtaking
- Dia saw your awe and wanted you to experience as much as you can
- "If you want, you can try some of them on, it’s okay.“ He beamed happily
- You had to laugh a little. You got a bit nervous, but decided to calmly deny his proposition
- "Don’t get me wrong, there are some beautiful pieces. The composition of some looks really nice! Some look so mild, yet they still say royalty. It’s almost as if it were engraved on them. But I am happy to just admire from aback, wearing jewelry makes my skin crawl. It’s something I’ve been dealing with my whole life.“
- He nods
- "That’s perfectly fine, too. I wouldn’t want to make you upset.“
- He wonders if it is perhaps a common human thing and when you explain it’s extremely rare, he gets excited because he gets to experience something through you that is not common.
- The rarity of this phobia makes him curious, so he may have some questions, but not as many as Satan
Barbatos
- OH HE FINALLY GOT A DAY OFF
- He needed it. He wouldn’t have ever admitted it, but he got slightly clumsier that day, which didn’t go without Diavolo noticing
- He protested at first, but had to accept his fate anyway, because Diavolo insisted he take the day off
- You wanted to spend the day in the mall and visit different shops to observe the differences between the Devildom and the Human world
- You were supposed to write an essay about differences between these two worlds for the Human studies 101 subject
- Why you had to take THAT class was completely unknown to you, but you attended anyway. I mean come on, those were some easy grades for you, since you were brought up there
- And so Barbatos joined you on your adventure through the mall
- Although there were some differences, most of the shops were similar to what you knew
- Restaurants, cafés, boutiques, wine bars, adult toys stores, book stores, you name it
- What you didn’t have in the human world was obviously magic tool stores, potion stores and potion igredients stores
- �� Barbatos seemed to really enjoy talking about some of the peculiar potions that caught your eye, be it for their vibrant colours or the fact that some seemes to have sparkles in them
- At last, you managed to come by goldsmith’s. When you saw this shop, you acted like you didn’t and went on your way to a tea house Barbatos suggested visiting after your tour
- This surprised barbatos, since you spent some time at least writing the name of the shop down to make a note of it, but you weren’t even acknowledging the existence of this one store in particular
- Once you both got yor tea in the tea house, he couldn’t help but ask why you just did that
- "Oh, me and jewelry are old enemies. I don’t like wearing or even touching it, I just always want to wash my hands afterwards. I guess it’s sort of like your relationship with rats.“
- When you mentioned rats, a shiver ran down his spine and immediately understood what you meant. He just took it as a part of you, the person he adored so much and didn’t qestion it any longer
- He just suggested if you ever needed to vent, he’d be there for you
Solomon
- You two made plans to bond together in his room in Purgatory Hall after school to let off some steam and vent to each other like human to human
- This became a semi weekly tradition for you two, you both enjoyed it and you were glad you could relate to another human being
- You were also staying for dinner that day, luckily for everyone, it was Simeon’s turn to cook
- Don’t think he didn’t try to swap with him just so he could "impress“ you, though, he totally did
- You were glad Simeon didn’t budge
- After eating your meal, you both just flopped onto the couch and just decided to relax a bit
- In silence
- He enjoyed these silent moments, the joy of doing nothing together
- You two soon drifted off to sleep on the couch, so when Simeon was about to tell you it was time to get you back to the House of Lamentation, and found you two asleep next to each other like that, he let Lucifer know you’d be staying the night with them
- When you woke up and checked your D.D.D. you almost jumped out of your skin, but then saw the message from Lucifer knowing about your situation through Simeon
- You decided to scroll through social media, while Solomon was still sleeping
- He soon woke up when he heard you looking through memes and trying not to laugh. You were failing miserably, though
- Oh well, what’s done is done, now he is watching you scroll and when you find something funny, you both laugh, but not too loud, to not wake up Luke. It was around 11PM after all
- Whenever you scrolled past an ad that was advertising jewelry, Solomon noticed you were furrowing your brows every time you found one
- What’s more, you even hid the ads, hoping you wouldn’t get another one, but they just kept coming
- You groaned
- "Do they really bother you that much?“ Solomon asked sleepily
- "I normally don’t bat an eye when I see an ad, but I do not and have never worn any jewelry, since I have kosmemophobia and touching or wearing it makes me uncomfortable. But even if I keep hiding these, they just keep popping up like they want to change my mind about it. I would much rather have ads for overprized pencil sharpeners.“
- Well that was something he didn’t know about you. And he couldn’t even say he knew people that had the same problem as you, since he either didn’t notice it or he really just never met anyone like that
- He asked a few questions about it, since he didn’t know anything about this phobia, and was glad he could learn something new. Even better that it was about you
Simeon
- You decided to have picnic in a park
- Not the most private setting but it’d do
- You were just chatting about your lives, you mostly telling stories from the House of Lamentation, him mostly talking about his ideas for a new story
- You were his huge inspiration and sometimes he straight up wrote down one of your stories. He assured you he would mention you as a co-author if he ever decided to publish those
- It was getting rather late, so you packed up, carefully put all the plates and bowls back into the big basket and folded the blanket you’ve been sitting on the whole day
- When heading back to the Purgatory Hall, he mostly talked about Luke’s different pastries. Just the description made you hyped up and you wondered if he was making something at that moment
- You know he did. When you got back, your nose was hit with the lovely smell of cinnamon and apples and you couldn’t wait to try whatever he made
- You had to put the things on their places first, though
- Simeon asked you to put the basket to its place and you agreed. What you forgot though, was that its place was in a cupboard… too high for you to reach
- Lucky for you, you knew a few spells and levitation was one of the first ones you purposely learned
- Once Simeon saw you looking at the cupboard, he wanted to suggest you to take the folding stairs to help you, but you declined
- "I want to do this alone, I know I can do it.“
- He smiled and nodded, he knew he couldn’t change your mind
- First you managed to open the doors and then you carefully levitated the basket to its place. While you were directing it where to go, your mind momentarily lost its concentration at the basket as you stared intensely at the Ring of Light on you hand
- The name described it perfectly. It was literally a small band made out of pure light hugging one of your fingers. It was othwerwise incorporeal and only visibly showed when you used your magic
- It took you a second to regain your concentration and you finally put it to its place
- However, Simeon definitely noticed your momentary loss of composure there
- "What made your mind wander off so suddenly?“ he asked, genuinly curious
- "Oh it’s just… I am still not used to seeing the ring on my finger. It’s so weird, it doesn’t feel like anything, it just shines and what’s most surprising, I don’t feel like washing my hands constantly. It’s what would happen with normal jewelry. I am just not used to it, it’ll probably take some time.“
- Huh! Okay then! He was just glad it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle
- In all his long life he never met anyone who would openly speak about being disturbed by jewelry, so this was new experience to him
- Will have questions, but reassures you you don’t have to answer any questions that might make you too uncomfortable
Luke
- You two were assigned to find some rare herb that was supposed to be growing in the field
- Fortunately it wasn’t far from Purgatory Hall so even if you somehow got lost, there was a high chance of actually finding your way back
- While you were at it, you took it as the perfect time to bond with the young angel
- So while you were searching, you both started weaving flower crowns
- It was a fun activity and you even got to tell each other stories
- You were reminiscing about the time you learned how to weave flower crowns and Luke was telling you things about the Celestial Realm and Michael
- Once you were both finished, you put on each other’s flower crown and continued looking for the herb
- Somehow it didn’t take too long for the two of you to find it
- When you were picking it up, you flower crown fell from your head, but you managed to catch it… and not break it
- Luke almost shrieked, but sighed in relief that nothing happened to it
- "I have an idea, what if I transform these to not wilt! You know, like real crowns!“
- With the mention of that, you just had to ask this question
- "What would they then be out of, though? Metal? Plastic?“
- He didn’t understand the intention of your question, so he straight up asked what you meant by that question
- "Ah, excuse me, I’ll explain. I am kosmemophobic and especially metal jewelry makes me uncomfortable. I they were ot of plastic, though, I wouldn’t mind.“
- Oh, well that explains it. He reassured you they would feel like out of resin, so you didn’t have to worry at all
- Now you both have matching flower crowns and you can always remember Luke when you look at it
#obey me#obey me!#shall we date obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me luke#kosmemophobia
66 notes
·
View notes
Text
13. Love is a choice
Prompt used- nudging the other | warning- angst comfort, sad ending, fluff| Harry confesses his feelings to draco after 3 years |
" and how's the search for work going ?" Robert asked Harry leaning back on his chair with a yellow notepad in his hands.
" I got a call from Hogwarts for teaching defense against the dark arts " Harry Informed scraping the skin from the side of his forefinger
" and you think that would be good for you ?" He asked raising his eyebrows.
" i- I think it would be fine. It's a good pay , I might sound stupid but I've always wanted to sort of contribute to Hogwarts back for all those years it made me feel like it was my home " Harry nervously replied.
" I don't think it's stupid harry. I think it's one more step closer to discovering what you really like " Robert sweetly told him and scratched down on his paper as if he was taking notes, which he was by the way.
" and your friends? How are they doing ?" Robert asked again
" they're all doing fine. Going out with them tomorrow night. It's Blaise's birthday party. The boy I met at the store " Harry added about Blaise
" and you're definitely going to go ?" He inquired
" I think it would be good for me if I did " Harry replied bouncing his legs. Robert tilted his neck a little to the side observing Harry carefully before speaking up again
" he's going to be there right? The blond boy!? One you like ?" Robert sensitively asked
He looked at him for a moment, deciding whether to tell Robert the natural truth or the useless lie he would eventually figure out.
As if reading Harry's mind Robert added " lie to me Harry if you will but it doesn't change the fact that I wouldn't know. Out of everything we talk about in these sessions, he's the only one who's the most sensitive topic. You need to let it out "
" I- it's not easy looking at him like that " Harry immediately replied as if it was a defense statement, but it was not.
" he's getting married next month I suppose ? Don't you think he have the right to know ?" Robert voice was laced with concern
" I - maybe but I think he's better off without knowing " Harry replied chewing his bottom lip. His anxiety definitely wasn't doing well now. Talking about Draco always made him anxious but there was strange sort of relief after talking about him that harry never quite understood why.
" Harry, you can't choose what's best for others "
" I just don't want to be the Reason that one day he looks down upon his marriage and think of what would have happened if he'd spent it with me " Harry answered
" you know, I love how you care so much about other, you're so selfless and divine but what we do here is all about self love. We can't move forward if you don't keep yourself first. It's adoring how much you really care about him but it's his decision. Looking at his marriage regretfully would be his choice, not yours " Robert explained with a charming smile. Harry had always like Robert, he was nice, Charming, gorgeous, everything one could ever look for in a man but above everything he was the most understanding man who never forced Harry to talk too much unlike others , always looked for Harry's moving on, but then again that was his job, to mend the broken. And harry was the last broken shell.
After enough contemplating Harry decided he would talk with draco. He motivated himself all day for the party, to keep himself focused on talking with Draco even though it resulted in a lot of walking around the House but harry needed to. It was now or never.
But Harry decided with never after he walked out of the restroom to see Draco leaning over on Astoria, she was giggling, she seemed happy, Draco looked happier. It took everything for Harry to not run away but be gathered his courage, speaking in his mind one last time and you'll probably never see Draco again , he walked into the group and like every facade he had mastered at over the years, he dissolved so easily, talking, laughing when he was breaking inside.
That night Harry cried himself to sleep, yet again. He slept wondering what would it be like to one day wake up to not being in love with Draco but the thought diminished everytime he saw his smile, it was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen and it ached him that he probably won't ever see it again.
Harry didn't meet Draco after the party even though Draco sometimes insisted upon meeting but he lied about being busy in some community work.
" it starts with you, always you. The decision is yours. Loving him was not your choice, maybe a decision but staying in love is and was your choice " Robert told Harry just a week before Draco's marriage with Astoria. It would be the last time Harry would probably want to see Draco and even though he didn't wanted to go but he knew it meant so much to Draco that he wouldn't miss it for the world even if it meant that he might collapse of broken heart of watching him marrying Someone else on the alter, he would go, for Draco.
But Harry wanted to be so done with sleepless nights, the crying , the pain that he just wanted to pass it on to Draco because he was the root of it all. It took so much contemplation but he apparated to Draco's place. Now or never was his last thought, again.
" Harry ?" Draco's face etched into confusion upon seeing Harry on his doorstep
" can we talk ? Somewhere else please ? " Harry for once let his heart take over his words. Confused Draco agreed took off his jacket and apparted with Harry to wherever he wanted to take him.
Harry apparated them to a Riverside where they had been 3 years ago on a auror mission.
" Harry .." Draco's voice almost broke upon realising where he had apparated them. Harry looked back at him with glazed eyes, smiling achingly. He didn't know what better to say.
" I- I'm getting married next week " pain could easily be heard in his breaking voice
" I know. I just had to " Harry whispered.
" I'm so sorry Harry-"
" can I - can I talk first ? Because If I don't right now I won't ever be able to tell this, ever" Harry soothing voice said.
With a pained expression Draco nodded.
Harry walked away from Draco to the exact same spot where it all begun. It was the place, the first time harry had realised he'd never be the same.
" how long ?" Draco asked following Harry. Picking up a stone from the ground he threw it in the river, circles forming where it landed far off " 3 years "
" but you didn't -"
" I couldn't. I could never tell you. There was always something or someone " Harry replied not facing Draco yet but Draco knew Harry was already teary eyed.
" but " but Draco couldn't say anything else.
" it was my first real kiss " Harry threw another Pebble into the river, his hands trembling slightly.
" me too" the rock almost fell off from Harry's hand as he turned around in surprise to see Draco sitting over the grass.
" I didn't know that" Harry furrowed his eyebrows
" guess I never told you" Draco shrugged.
Harry looked at Draco in pure wonder, they had been friends for years yet they had never shared this piece of information.
" I'm sorry about this by the way " Harry finally said
" you don't have to be " Draco gave him a small smile.
" so tell me, everything " Draco smiled as he patted the spot next to him over the grass. Chuckling Harry sat down beside him and told him everything about the night of the kiss, how Harry knew he'd never be the same, how Harry couldn't ever stop looking at Draco, how he admired the other man so much that it was what made him come to work everyday even when he felt he didn't wanted to, how Harry used to dance to love songs because of him, how he used to try to be obvious about how much he liked him but something always happened, how because of him he was sure he was a bisexual, how he felt whenever he saw Draco his heart leapt out of his chest , how he had almost dressed in green necessarily because draco liked it upon him, the discarded letter in his drawers about his confessions, he told him about everything including that he loved him enough to let him go.
During the entire course of the conversation draco was staring at harry with a pained expression. He was the cause of the heart break harry had been having for the past three years and how he had never acknowledged him or his feelings. By the time harry stopped talking about how much and what all he loved about him, they both were silently crying.
" harry " draco choked brushing his fingers on Harry's face. He wanted to make this easier but he couldn't.
" i know you love Astoria " harry added
" i- I do" draco nodded crying
Harry breathed deeply before breaking into a smile, wiping off the tears off his face.
" somedays I just wished you felt the same " harry looked down on his lap then looking at Draco.
" I did" Draco smiled " I always will harry but this world, people will never let us be together. And even if it's not the world I could never. You deserve so much better than someone like me. Maybe I did love you all along harry, maybe I still do but there's actual World out there who would never see us together, accept us and it's not just because we're men. Everyday I wake up and I know at least one person behind my back insult me, throw hate on me. I am, was and will always be a death Eater. Nobody would ever let us be together. " Draco explained.
Harry didn't speak, maybe because it was true or because he hated how draco put it out. He had lived his fantasies of being with the man but the man he loved was too afraid to face the world and maybe to love himself more harry had to let it go, loving him was a decision, staying in love was a choice, just like Robert said.
" harry " Draco spoke softly, turned harry to face him and cupped his face.
" you understand me, right ?" He asked. Harry could only nod.
" my heart will and always belong to you but I'm destined to marry Astoria, I'm sorry..I do love her harry and I can't do something like that to her. You understand right ?" Draco asked again, his eyes glazed again. Harry didn't say anything. It took him several moments before he created some distance and whispered a small yes.
Draco knew harry was hurt but there was nothing he could've done to make it better. Nothing could've ever made it better. The storm had started 3 years ago and now it was time for it to stop but draco, neither 3 years ago or now could calm the storm. After all he was the one who started it.
Harry then broke into a smile and started talking about all the times they've spent together. Draco intently listened and sometimes even he bought a small anecdotes from years ago . They laughed the evening away, smiling, talking. It was nice. They watched the sun set, it was perhaps what they both needed.
They had fallen into silence when Draco nudged harry childishly, and childishly enough harry nudged back. It resulted in a back and forth nudging until Draco had nudged harry too hard and he had almost fallen to his side. Concerned but laughing draco pulled him back up. It was almost time, harry knew.
Draco smiled at harry, the longing in their eyes so evident, as if they were searching their infinites in each other, living the fantasies away in others eyes.
Harry finally broke it off because he knew if he kept looking, he'd never be able to let go and the time has come when he had to. The time had come.
" maybe we are destined to be together, just not this life " draco said making harry look at him again. He knew it was his breaking point, he had finally fallen off the cliff and has started kissing draco. In the same spot where it started 3 years ago. And Draco kissed him back just like he did that day. Harry could once again hear the faint whisper of his heart beating loudly. He could feel it, the same feeling, he had travelled back to 3 years ago but only this time it was a kiss for goodbye.
It was a goodbye kiss, harry could finally move on. Harry finally could and he did see Draco at the altar next week in front of his soon to be wife. Harry had worn green, because draco liked it. And harry smiled up at Draco, just how he liked.
Requests open
Day 12- Draco's clever boyfriend | day 14- a promise of forever
#drarry#harry potter#drarry incorrect quotes#draco x harry#hp fandom#harry james potter#drarry prompt#draco is gay#harry potter fanfiction#draco malfoy#drarry incorrect posts#drarry angst#drarry au#drarry ao3#drarry fic rec#drarry fluff#drarry ficlet#drarry fandom#drarry oneshot#drarry squad#drarry stuff#drarry ship#drarry is canon#drarry headcanon#draco malfoy imagine#harry potter oneshot#harry potter fic
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
I hope we can talk again..
Cronkri | Nerd/Dork Cronus | A very in love Kankri | Humanstuck | Familystuck | Sadstuck
*Note: In the beginning they are 7th graders.
『Pov Cronus Ampora』
You’re currently sitting in your local library, reading a book like the nerd you are. But someone is with you. A special someone that would make most people surprised that **you** a nerd has. That person is your delightful boyfriend, Kankri Vantas. He’s sitting next to you and holding your free hand that’s resting on the table while you continue to hold the book in your other hand. Keeping your head in the direction of the book you move your eyes to look at him. He’s just looking at his and your hand that are intertwined together and he looks so happy, blissful, and there’s a lot more adjectives that can explain how he looks right now. Oh gosh he’s so adorable you could kiss him. Wait no you can’t you’ll just screw it up again. Every time you try to kiss him you get all flustered and freeze up. One day, you’ll be able to kiss him without freezing up. Don’t lose hope me! You turn your focus on Kankri agai- wait what’s he doing!? You’re trying your best to not move your head to look at him then you hear a small kiss sound. He..he kissed your hand I- wait omg he’s looking at you! You quickly move your eyes in the direction of the book you’re “reading”. Oh god what do you do? Should I return the kiss? Wait I should it’s what a boyfriend would do in this type of situation..I think? You look at him and gently pulling your hand away from his so you can push up your glasses then kiss him, but while you do that he suddenly looks all sad and worried like he did something wrong. Now you feel bad. Better do this quick so he can stop looking so sad. You push up your glasses and turn to him. You quickly kiss him on the cheek and look back at your book. OMG YOU ACTUALLY KISSED HIM!!! Okay calm down and look cool. You move your eyes to look at him and ask “Yes? Do you need somefin?”. “I-I..uh...” he said. “Vwas that kiss to intimate for you? I’m sorry, I should have asked before hand.”. “N-n9! I mean..n9, n9t at all. Y9u just caught me 9ff guard.”. He’s blushing, it’s so cute. “That’s good to hear. I don’t vwant to make you uncomfortable.”. “W-well what are y9u reading?” he asks. “Vwell it’s about...actually I don’t know. I got distracted.”. “Cr9nus Amp9ra distracted? That’s certainly a first. What g9t y9u s9 distracted may I ask?”. You’ve watched rom coms, you can do this. “You”. I regret saying that. Why did I- wait he’s blushing again? “Cr9nus y9u’re s9 cute especially with that little flirty side.” he smiles and giggles. Never mind he found that cute! I bet I can say another one. “You know vwhat else is cute? You as vwell.” you smile at him. “I- thank y9u.” You nod and look at the time. “Oh vwe should get going.”. “It’s that late already? Time flys when y9u’re with s9me9ne y9u l9ve.” “Y-yeah.” you smile. Both of you get up from your seats and head for the exit while intertwining hands again.
『Timeskip to the front of Kankri’s house』
“I’ll see you on tomorrovw at school.”. “9f c9urse. See y9u t9m9rr9w.”. You turn to your right to start walking to your house, but then someone grabs your arm and pulls you down some then kisses your cheek. “I l♡ve y♡u! 6ye!!!” and he runs inside of his house and shuts the door. You hold your cheek and are blushing a lot. You start walking to your house with a smile on your face.
『Timeskip 2 years. It’s now we’re at their middle school graduation day(they graduate in 8th grade and they just had their graduation, so this happens after grad.)』
『Pov Kankri Vantas』
You just got home from getting ice cream with your father and little brother since you did just grade middle school. You go upstairs to your bedroom to take a shower. After that wonderful shower you sit on your bed and grab a pillow and hug it. You grab your phone and text your wonderful boyfriend.
♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡
You: Hi Cr9nus ^^
♡MEBF♡: Hey cutie pie! „;)
♡MEBF♡: Vwait ignore that emoticon. I’m sorry. That vwas wvery stupid of me.
You: It’s perfectly 9kay Cr9nus and y9u’re n9t stupid. I th9ught it was cute. c:
♡MEBF♡: Really..?
You: Yes! 9f c9urse I am. W9uld I lie?
♡MEBF♡: No, no you vwouldn’t.
♡MEBF♡: um..hey..
♡MEBF♡: Kan, I need to tell you something.
You: Mhm? There’s n9 need t9 6e scared/anxi9us a69ut. I’ll listen t9 whatever y9u have t9 say.
♡MEBF♡: Vwell for the vwhole summer me and my brother are going with our father for a business trip that is sadly happening ovwer the vwhole summer. I’m really sorry vwe aren’t going to able to hangout at all this summer.
9h. That’s rather very disapp9inting to hear, 6ut it’s alright. The 69th 9f y9u can always hang9ut next year since we are g9ing t9 the same high sch99l. We’ll get t9 see each 9ther everyday. Als9 this is a great 9pp9rtunity f9r y9u t9 hang 9ut with y9u’re little 6r9ther.
You: 9h it’s a6s9lutely alright Cr9nus. Y9u deserve t9 spend time with y9ur family. Plus we can hang9ut in and 9ut 9f sch99l t99 c:
♡MEBF♡: You’re right Kan. Still I’m sorry that vwe aren’t able to see each other this summer, but I promise the second I get back vwe’ll be together and for the next summer I’m staying vwith you no matter vwhat! ,,:D
You: Haha I can’t wait! c: and Cr9nus please d9 have fun. D9nt’t w9rry a69ut me. I’m alright with y9u g9ing. It’s n9t like y9u can c9ntr9l these types 9f things t9 happen.
♡MEBF♡: Oh god,,I lowve you so much Kanny. you hawve my heart. (“^▽^)っ♡
Thank you again for understanding and I can’t vwait until we get back from the trip. I just vwant you back in my arms. I hawve to go novw, vwe are about to leawve to go to the airport. Before you start asking wvhy im leaving at such an ungodly hour is because of my father. I’ll text you vwhen I get there! Here’s an until next time hug! (っ˘̩ᴗ˘̩)っ I lowve you tons, I’ll talk to you later my lowve.
You: ⊂(´∇｀)⊂ Hug! Aha y9u’re s9 cute. I can’t wait either and I h9pe Y9u have a safe trip my dear! 9f c9urse have fun as well! Try t9 get s9me rest while 9n the plane. It’s pretty late in the night! I l9ve y9u a l9t t99 and I’ll be awaiting y9ur messages! ('∀'●)♡ G99dnight h9ney.
『Fast forward to the last week of summer』
You are very excited about this week! You remember why correct? Well if you don’t remember this week Cronus is coming back from his father’s business trip! Oh you’re so excited to see him you could just cry. But there’s something that has been going on since about the beginning of summer vacation. Cronus slowly stopped messaging you. In the first month or so he’d text you everyday then slowly stopped texting you only to message you when you texted, but then he suddenly stopped messaging you all together. You’d still sent him ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ texts. But hey! He was probably busy and was having fun with his family and you wouldn’t want to get in between that. Oh look at the time! You’re supposed to go to the store to pick up something’s for your father. You grab your phone, keys, and wallet. Now you are really to go to the store.
『At the store』
You finally make it to the store and grab a basket. You take out your phone to find the list of things you need and start getting the things you need. You’re nearly done when you spot a familiar looking little boy. Eridan? Is that him? No way it is him! That means Cronus..!!! Wait why hasn’t he texted me yet? Oh who cares he’s back! You walk over to Eridan who seems to be alone standing in the check out line. “Hell9 Eridan. It’s w9nderful t9 see y9u! c:
h9w have y9u’ve 6een?”. The little boy freaks out for second and turns around to look at you. He then sighs when he realizes it’s just you. “Kankriiiiiii howw dare you sneak up on me?!?! >:(“ he says. You apologize and you both start talking about how the summer for the both of you went. “Say Eridan when did y9u and y9ur family get 6ack?”. “Oh wwe got back just this wweek. You didn’t knoww? Didn’t Cronus tell you?”. Now you’re confused. On the day Cronus left he promised to tell you the second he’s back and he didn’t...wait Kankri, he’s probably tired and has to unpack everything. Poor guy, it’s better if I don’t question him. “I was n9t made aware 9f this, 6ut that’s alright! I sh9uld get g9ing n9w. 6ye6ye Eri! Say Hi t9 y9ur dad and Cr9nus f9r me please!”. After he responds you leave the store heading back to your house.
『Fast forward to after dinner and shower』
You just finished showered and changing into your nice pjs. You go over to your bed which has a cute cat plush on top of it that Cronus got for you. Cronus is so adorable and nice. You’re so lucky to have him. You go turn off the lights and use your phones light to see your bed. You get to you bed and you get into it. You hug and snuggle the plush and you go to text Cronus.
___♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡___
You: Hi h9ney. I saw Eridan at the st9re t9day and he said y9u’re 6ack fr9m the trip. I’m sure y9u’re tired s9 I’ll just say this real quick. I h9pe y9u had a g99d time. I missed y9u a l9t and I’m s9 glad y9u are 6ack! c: N9w I say g99dnight my dear.
You charge your phone and turn it off. You hug the plush once more and pull your blanket up more to cover more of you. You think about how excited you are to see him and that you’ll finally give him a kiss that he deserves. You’ve been per say shy about kissing on the lips, but you know what. You’re gonna try! You love him and he deserves it. After that thought you start to fall asleep.
♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡
♡MEBF♡ ᴿᴱᴬᴰ
『Fast forward half way into the school year』
He hasn’t texted or called you. You’ve seen him around school and he’s completely different. He has a new look, new friends, and new personality. He isn’t that same guy you knew before, but you’re absolutely sure he’s just busy. High school isn’t easy and plus he has all his new friends too! He’ll call or text soon you just know it! He wouldn’t lie to you. Especially he wouldn’t break a promise. He hates breaking promises. Gosh,,that’s another reason you love him. Oh shoot look at the time you must be going on to class!
『Fast forward (once again) to after school and it’s about 4:30』
You finish your homework even though you had the weekend to finish it all, but it’s not like you’re doing anything so let your weekend be free. Suddenly your phone starts ringing. You’re getting a call. You pick up your phone and look who’s calling..oh my god it’s him. You pick up immediately!
On call with ♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡
You: h-hi! Cr9nus I’ve missed y9u s9 s9 much!
♡MEBF♡: Hey chief. I’wve missed you too aha. Sorry for not texting ya or calling I’wve been busy.
You: 9h Cr9nus that’s 9kay! I c9mpletely understand. Besides that h9w have y9u’ve 6een? It’s 6een s9 l9ng since I’ve heard y9ur v9ice it seems surreal!
♡MEBF♡: aha yeah..I’wve been fine. I have some new pals and stuff...hey Kan I knovw vwe hawven’t been able to go on a date in a long time, but today is a day I’m free and I vwanted to ask if you vwanted to go on a date?
You: ......9h yes yes yes! :D I’d l9ve t9 g9 9n a date! 9h g9sh it’s 6e s9 l9ng,,
♡MEBF♡: haha yeah I knovw and thanks for expecting my date offer babe! I’ll pick you up at 7?
You: ,,,mhm!! 7 is perfect! I cant wait t9 see y9u then! I l♡ve y♡u!!!
♡MEBF♡: Okay, cool. I’ll see you then...love you too
You end the call and now you’re just freaking out, but in a good way of course. You’re going on a date with your boyfriend after so long! He also called you babe,,,switch makes your heart flutter. Now!!!! Time to get ready! You need to look your best! This is the first date after so so long! You head to your bathroom to shower.
『After Kankri finishes getting ready』
You look at yourself in the mirror. You think you look amazing. Your hair and outfit are nice. You look at your freckles the are all over your face. You wish you didn’t have them. People always make fun of you for them..wait Cronus loves them,,so maybe you should start loving them too. You leave your bathroom and go over to your nightstand to grab your phone. You look at the time and it’s 6:45. He should be here soon! You’re getting even more excited! You look out of the window to hopefully see if he came early, but then you got a phone a call. It’s Cronus. You pick up.
On call with ♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡
You: Hi Cr9. Are y9u alm9st here? c:
♡MEBF♡: Hey Kan. I’m not exactly there yet..or even on the vway..I’m so sorry but something important came up and I can’t get out it. I’m really sorry.
You: ........
♡MEBF♡: Kan..?....You there?
ᴬ ᵛᴼᴵᶜᴱ ᶜᴼᴹᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴮᴬᶜᴷᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ: ᴴᴱᵞ! ᶜᴿᴼᴺᵁˢ! ᴳᴱᵀ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ! ᴵᵀˢ ᴾᴬᴿᵀᵞ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ!
You: ....yes I am..it’s..9kay..! Y9u d9 what y9u need t9 d9!...y9u have stuff t9 d9 and that’s 9kay. I’ll see y9u later?...
♡MEBF♡: uh huh vwhat? uh yea sure vwhatewver. I gotta go bye!
He hangs up on you. You’re currently frozen in place. You know what you heard. He’s at some party. You start crying hysterically throwing your phone onto your bed. You lean against the wall and slide down it. You have your hands over your eyes still crying your eyes out and your hands are resting on your knees. You can’t believe he lied..he broke a promise. You start to think over everything. Did he really love you back in 7th grade? Was that a lie too..was everything a huge lie?.....
“yeah..it was...I fell into his trap. I fell in l♡ve with him..”
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
the unseen one - 18
Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: (fun fact i wrote this listening to beautiful ghosts which i have now formally induced into the fanfic’s playlist bc im a nerd who rly likes soft music) this is probably my longest chapter, yay me for writing a long one. hope you guys enjoy it xx
Next Chapter >>
Y/N looked at her reflection on the golden mirror standing in front of her. She studied the features she always saw in her own mirrors, the same face, the same eyes, same nose and same lips, however the reflection staring back at her was somehow different, similar to those renaissance paintings of mythical female sirens, goddesses, princesses and other deities. She had her once free flowing hair in a hellenic up-do filled with various flowers and a gold like chain intertwined with one of her brains. A few perfectly curled ringlets fell to frame her face which was still makeup free from last night, with a blossoming red tint on her upper cheeks.
She was dressed in a garment made of two parts, a linen white tunic and a clock held together by an ornamental claps with Hecate’s torch insignia at the shoulders and a light pink sash at the waist. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what her mother would think of her clothing. When she was younger, she would religiously dress as a Greek Goddess for Halloween yet nothing she’d worn compared to what she looked right now.
Minthe had been silent throughout most of it, sometimes even giving her judgmental looks whenever she questioned about the fabrics and flowers being used to adorn her. She didn’t completely blame her for doing such things, deities were only found of mortals for two things: war and procreation. It didn’t take long for her to return to the gardens, being placed in front of Hecate who was commanding her maidens like a captain on a ship.
- Do you know anything about gardening? - she looked down on the mortal dressed in deity clothing, which she had to admit, seemed to fit her better than the cheap satin piece she was wearing.
- I can manage. - Y/N rubbed her hands out of anxiety when talking to one of the goddesses of the Underworld.
- Well, pick something and get to work. - Hecate pointed aimlessly towards the groves and their dying flora. Y/N heart tightened at seeing the muddy green colour that the plants had beginning to take, a stark contrast to the lively, colourful flora of its surroundings. Her eyes locked on a particular rose bush whose roses were brownish white, some of its petals constantly falling to the ground whenever the slight summer breeze hit it. She took it upon herself to tend to it, walking over the to wilting bush and sitting gracefully on the grace, hands softly touching the dead flowers which she once imagined to have been the most beautiful flowers.
Y/N decided to take care of the flowers the way she took care of her little plants back in her flat. She started by getting rid of the dead leaves, carefully pulling them from the branches and onto the floor, trimming it to the best she could possible manage. Y/N kept on trimming, eventually reading the thorny white roses, some which were just in desperate need of water and others which were past the point of no return. She directed her attention to those, pulling a few out and onto her robes until a specific one found itself a challenge. The young girl extended her hand deeper into the rose bush, pulling the flower at its base, finding it rather hard to pull it from the branch. She kept on pulling and the flower eventually gave up, detaching from its base and sticking one of its thrones deep into her thumb. She let go of a tiny wince, not wanting to bother the other maidens.
Carefully, Y/N removed the thorn from the flower, throwing it forcefully on the ground before turning her thumb so she could face it. It had a tiny wound, so tiny that if she hadn’t known it was there, she would’ve never realised it was there. However, it was bleeding heavily, the scarlet liquid dripping and running from her skin to the green grass nearby the bush, staining it the same colour as the liquid.
She sucked on her thumb, mindlessly dabbing it against her clothing and returning to get rid of everything that did not belong to a healthy plant. Y/N was so into her craft she didn’t notice James returning to the Elysium. He watched her from afar, her lips and nose crunched as she inspected the rose bush with a might which in his mind was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.
- Did you discover anything? - Hecate walked up to the God of the Underworld, curious for any developments.
- We are not entirely sure of who stole the pomegranate but we did discover her friend is an oracle. - Hecate rolled her eyes, if there was any type of witchcraft she hated the most it was prophecy telling. The prophecies were always unnecessarily over-detailed and more like riddles than actual pieces of helpful information. She already couldn’t stand the Fates and their seeing eye, but mortal oracles? They were the worse.
- Tell me you turned her into a fish ... or a plant. - Hecate was particularly found of permanent punishments. She thought curses and death were much too simple, however James was one to dabble in cursing rather than metamorphism.
- Y/N wouldn’t be very happy with that.
- Y/N is not the Goddess of the Underworld is she?
- You have absolutely no reason to despise her that much, Hecate. It is out of character for you to judge before meeting.
- I know how this ends, Hades. You are not the first god to take liking to a mortal and trust me it never ends well. - she sighed, arms crossed in front of her white gown. James had to agree with her, he knew way too many myths of when a mortal relationship went wrong but he couldn’t help it, she was just so magnetic and entrancing. Besides, part of him wanted to be next to her all the time and make sure no harm came to her which harshly differed from other deity/mortal relationships which were normally based on lust or petty jealousy between other deities. - You’re a King before you are a man. Remember that.
Y/N got up from her crutching state, standing on her legs as she patted the dirt and petals off her garments and onto the floor, a proud look on her face as she looked at the relatively healthy looking plant. She let out a little happy sound, hands clasped in front of her collarbones as she turned on her heel to go and find something else to do. Instead, her eye caught James’ figure who was standing next to Hecate in what looked like a innocent conversation.
She wanted to wave at him, maybe even give him an innocent kiss but Hecates’ words were still very much present in her mind “You are not to be intimate with the god of the Underworld” so were Minthe’s remarks about how he was expected to be seen with someone of higher blood. She wouldn’t want to get him in trouble and perhaps they could speak some other time when they weren’t surrounded by other people.
- What are you doing standing up there? - Minthe came up from behind her, a condescending tone present. - Ogling the god of the Underworld?
- What? No. - her cheeks turned into a colour that matched her pink sash, as she tried to hide her face in her hands. Somehow, the fact that he was, well, he was who he was, made her feel like she needed to keep everything shrouded in secrecy. - Is there something else needed?
- You know what? - her face contorted into a calm expression she couldn’t really figure out. - We could use some help from some new maidens.
- New maidens? - Y/N felt like a child, questioning everything and everyone around her.
- Yes, you see if you go straight ahead until you reach the river and ask the Charon to take you South you’ll be able to find them. Tell him it’s for Hecate.
- Oh, alright. - she nodded her head and wandered off into the groves, looking around at the decay. It looked like that particular piece of land of the Elysium was doomed to disappear. She kept on walking as instructed by Minthe until she reached the river where a boat was awaiting her with the same faceless figure. She had to admit that it freaked her out that someone without a face could speak but she tried her best to stay climb as she climbed on the boat, putting on her best courageous face. - Hecate asked for you to take me to the South.
- The South? - his voice was rather warm for such a menacing figure. - Are you sure?
- Yes.
She couldn’t see him do anything, however, she understood he had accepted her request once the boat started to move. Y/N remained silent, repeating Minthe’s words in her mind. How hard could it possibly be to lead a few maidens back to the Elysium? It was easy, she kept telling that to herself even as the boat reached shore. The sky had turned into a dark scarlet and the chirping of birdies could be heard no more. She looked around but all she could see was darkness.
- Are you sure about this, miss? - the Charon questioned, noticing the uneasiness of her step as she disembarked. - I’m sure Hecate can arrange for someone else.
- No. - she shook a forced smile out of her worried expression. - It’s fine. Thank you.
- Of course, m’am.
You can do this, she told herself as she stepped onto the darkness. There was no sound, the once dark scarlet sky had faded into pure darkness and it was cold, so cold. Her hands went to her own arms, rubbing them in order to keep warm as she dwelled deeper into the unknown, the only sound heard being that of her shoes clicking against the pavement.
- Hmm ... Hello? - she spoke up, gathering every bit of courage. She was in the Underworld after all and this was no longer the Elysium.
She kept on walking until she hit something, a blue and reddish tint coloured the dark room but once she saw what she had hit, her heart stopped beating for a second. She was standing in front of a skeleton. As she place her hand over her chest to regain her breathe the bony arm grabbed her cloth, forcefully pushing her and ripping her tunic.
- STOP! - she pushed her hand against the skull, trying to get away from the grasp, eventually gathering enough force to walk back. Screw this task. However, once she tried to find her way back she found herself surrounded by more skeletons and translucent figures all coming towards her. - HELP!
James and Hecate were still in their friendly debate with the goddess being of the opinion that all of this was madness and mainly caused by both of them being ignorants, something he had already heard before. As he was about to shut her to go and tell Y/N of the developments, a bunch of water nymphs came running their way with worry written all over their faces.
- My Lady, there’s been a security breach in the Tartarus. - they all said at different speeds and different pitches, which made James’ head hurt at all of that. Hecate took a defensive stand, turning to look at James who just moved his head is disbelief.
- How is that even possible? It’s probably just a false ala ... - he was about to dismiss their claims until he noticed a very missing Y/N from her once beloved spot. His eyes scanned the crowd of maidens looking anywhere for her but she was nowhere to be found. - Y/N!
Once he heard no one calling back, his mind immediately rushed to the Tartarus. She couldn’t be there, she had barely been in the Underworld besides no one would take her there, she was a mortal. However, in a snap of his figure he’d been transported to the Tartarus, staff in hand as he strutted down the halls of the Tartarus. He hit one of the walls with his staff, which turned dark blue, giving light to the constantly dark Tartarus. With the new founded light, he could see a bunch of condemned souls surrounding a particular spot.
- THAT’S ENOUGH! - he screamed in a tone that could scare even the biggest of deities, even Gaia herself. The souls, noticing their leader was amongst them, broke their surrounding, returning all to him. - NOW DON’T MOVE IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU.
James strutted further into the Tartarus, finding bits and pieces of white linen which could belong to her along with several fresh white roses. Maybe she had been picking them prior, he did not know. His heart clenched as he called out for her name but heard no answer, maybe it wasn’t her, maybe she wasn’t ...
- B...Bucky? - James heard her faint voice and as fast as he could followed it until he found one of the souls pressing her against one of the walls, boney hands around her neck. He hit the staff against the ground, the once pressure around her neck vanishing as she slide to the ground, hand coming to touch what he guessed was a very sore spot now. She lifted her head to stare at him, a look of regret and fear in her beautiful eyes. - Bucky, I’m so sorry.
- Y/N. - he rushed over to her side, leaning so he was standing at the same height as her, hands coming to hold her jaw. - Are you hurt?
- I’m okay, I’m okay. - she leaned her head onto his shoulder. It didn’t take long for him to feel his clothes had begun to dampen. - I messed up ... I messed up.
- Hey, look at me. - he tried to move his shoulder so that she would look at him, but she refused, maintaining her face buried them. - Y/N, c’mon, sweetness.
- I don’t want you to see me cry. - she sobbed through her speech, arms coming to wrap around his body. Bucky pulled the pin that was barely keeping the now very messy hairstyle up, throwing it onto the floor as her hair descended from the once tight hellenic hairstyle before proceeded to card his fingers through it, every once in a while kissing the top of her head. Y/N eventually stopped her crying, removing her head from his shoulder to stare at him, the look of uttermost regret slowly breaking his heart even more as he saw it on her expression. - I’m so sorry.
- This is not your fault. - he helped her get up, holding her hands in his as if something returned to dare and harm her. Not that they would, they’d have to be crazy to mess with the King of the Underworld. - I should’ve never taken my eyes off you.
- Bucky. - she wrapped her arms around him and for a second it felt like things were back to normal. It felt like things were normal again that she didn’t know he was the God of the Underworld and that she wasn’t doomed to remain in the Underworld. He melted and relished into her hug but couldn’t help but feel how cold she was. She was still a mortal and remaining in the Tartarus would do her no good.
- Let’s go before you freeze to death. - he joked, not expecting to get a laugh out of her after the current events, however she showed him a small smile.
He held her hand as he guided her through the Tartarus, her eyes scanning the souls that once were harming her now stood without moving, not even daring to make a sound in front of their King. Something in that made her courage swell up, seeing them helpless standing around her without being able to touch her again. Her head held up high however once she noticed the fresh white roses on the ground, she couldn’t help but stop her step.
- They’re beautiful. - she mumbled under her breathe.
- Are they not yours? - he questioned at her astonishment with the flowers.
- No, I wish I could have such beautiful roses. I thought flowers only grew within the Elysium.
- Don’t bother your head with it. - he reassured her, although the question was still very much puzzling to him. - C’mon, let’s go.
tag list: @philogrobizedvee @keithseabrook27 @inlovewith319
#sebastian stan#winter soldier#bucky barnes#james barnes#james barnes x y/n#james buchanan barnes#bucky/y/n#white wolf#bucky#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan x y/n#sebastian stan imagine#sebastian stan drabble#sebastian stan fanfic#bucky x barnes#bucky/reader#bucky imagine#bucky drabble#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#Hades!Bucky#hades au#marvel au#hades!sebastian stan#greek god au
224 notes
·
View notes
Text
Teacher! Teacher!
Hello, welcome to the fanfic I wrote on and off for a while on the depression train when I remembered this idea I had a while back. It’s easing me back into writing again, so FEUD will be coming back soon! This would be what would amount to the first chapter, but I’d like to know what any of you thought before I would make it a multichapter thing. (Also, might change the title later because I fookin’ hate it but I can’t think of anything else atm.) This is probably terrible but I’m in a sharing mood (and I made a post to see if anyone would care to read)!
also can’t believe we’re doing fucking egoist
Synopsis: Hiroki, ever the prideful “Kamijou the Devil” lit professor is running late to class during the first week after summer break. In his haste to get to class on time, he bumps into a tall young man that he mistakes for a student. Upon immediate finding out that he bumped into and scolded a fellow professor, Hiroki is left to wallow in embarrassment and a budding crush.
Chapter 1: Hot
He always hated being late, mainly the rush.
But, he can’t help that he’s gotten quite good at tying his tie in the time it takes for him to swish and spit mouthwash. Also the speed-walk to the university, the near jog he does in hallways. On autopilot he slips by students and other faculty to his classroom, his work bag held tightly under his arm. Even though he’s about to be on time anyway, as the room was right at the entrance to the literature department, he still swears that five more minutes will never turn into forty agai-
His shoulder collides with a new obstacle today, ruining the usual flow of his race to class. He nearly drops his bag (that has a laptop in it!), forcing an angry, “Watch it!” Out of him.
Which he really wouldn’t have said if he had gotten a look at the person he bumped into first. So tall, black hair framing his face perfectly and bringing out the paleness of his skin, blue eyes so striking, broad shouldered, long-legged- Hiroki’s mouth was confused whether to water or go completely dry. He’s never seen him before, but there was one thing he did know: Christ, he was his type in fucking spades.
But he looked young and the backpack he was carrying didn’t do any favors. Oh well...
The stranger looked back at him with instant remorse and no fear for the leftover of a glare that was on Hiroki’s face. “So sorry! Are you okay-”
Hiroki waves a hand in dismissal. “Forget it and get to class where you should be.” He says with the authoritative tone that usually makes anyone duck their head down and mumble ‘excuse me, sensei’ while they scurry off
But, he gets smiled at! The audacity-
“Right! Can’t keep my students waiting!” He says before turning away.
Hiroki’s cheeks burned for mistaking a professor for a student! But, he didn’t have any time to apologize or wallow in the embarrassment so he ends up being the one to ashamedly scurry off.
Hiroki closes his office door behind him after his second class that day, letting his back fall against it. He heaves a large sigh, eyes squeezed shut almost as if he were in pain. The thick packet of essays that had yet to be graded weighed heavily in his hand. On top of it all? It was hot. Hot enough that his hair stuck to the back of his neck and on his forehead for most of the day. Summer had been overstaying its welcome.
“Tough crowd today?” Miyagi asks from his desk, fanning himself with a few assignments marked with red pen absentmindedly as his other hand went to work to mark the ones left. Even the open window didn’t do enough justice to cool him down, but it did help the odor of old literature not take over their small quarters.
“You have no idea.” Hiroki grumbles back, tossing the stack onto his desk before flopping down into his chair. He leans back, hooking a finger in the knot of his tie and tugging it loose. “Did you ever get word when they’re fixing the damn AC in here?” He then takes off his glasses to rub at his eyes, feeling the sweat that had collected in his brows.
“Dean said they'll bring someone in by next Tuesday.” Miyagi says in a concentrated mumble, brows furrowing on a terrible grammar mistake. “Fingers crossed.”
The professor can only groan, “Ugh, are you serious? Next Tuesday? They couldn’t get someone sooner?” He’s sure they’d boil alive by then!
The now completed grade was added to the thin stack fanning Miyagi’s face. “It’s better than nothing.”
“I guess-”
There are three polite taps on their door, causing the two to look at each other for a moment. It was a bit early for a student to have to talk to one of them in person and they didn’t have any guests today. Since neither of them signaled a ‘no’, Hiroki readjusts his tie when Miyagi throws a ‘come in!’ over his shoulder. The door loudly creaks open-
The hunk from earlier!
Wait-
Hunk? Really? We’ve never used that word before how disgusting-
“Oh, hi, sorry to bother you.” He greets and good lord is he stunning when he’s hot.
Mystery Hunk completely removed his tie from earlier that day in favor of popping his collar open. His collarbone, now revealed, almost seemed to glisten in the sunlight from the window. His face had a slight shine as well, the heat frustrating him just as much with the way his sleeves were rolled up his elbows. However, it didn’t leave him without such a nice (and apologetic) smile.
Hiroki looks at Miyagi because he was usually the one to handle guests since he was naturally pretty social. But Miyagi is sucked into his work again, leaving Hiroki to assure, “Uh, it’s not a problem.” Then he asks, “What can I help you with?” He swallows, and it comes out meaner than he wanted it to.
The smile on his face was still warm, eyes just as striking as they were when they bumped into each other. Is he mad at all about what happened earlier? And if he is, should Hiroki apologize? “Do you have any spare printer paper? I’m in the office next door and my colleague just used the last of it.” And still hating the idea that he’s an inconvenience in any way, “I just need a little! I promise!.”
“Yeah, sure.” Hiroki instantly goes to him and Miyagi’s supplies shelf next to his desk. He picks up a large, unopened pack of paper that has yet to be used. “We always have a lot in supply.” Hiroki says as he hands it over, hoping that it would silently let the other professor know that he’s welcome in his office any day of the week. “Here you go.”
Hunk’s ever-so sparkling smile only widens with gratitude. “Thank you so much.” But then it leaves when his brows furrow slightly. “We ran into each other earlier, right?”
Hiroki tries not to hold his breath, “Oh...that was you wasn’t it?” He asks back, then regrets it because it comes off so flippant. Why can’t he be more soft-spoken and nice? Why does he have to sound like this!? So, to make up for all of it, “I’m sorry by the way.” He bites his lip, his pride already getting stabbed. But, this was the right thing to do and he’d feel much better about it later. He reaches up to rub at his neck. “I-”
“No, don’t worry about it.” The other professor shakes his head as if rejecting the apology. “I should have been looking where I was going and we both should have been on time in the first place.”
Oh.
He didn’t take Hiroki scolding him for being mistaken as a student.
This is a fantastic development.
So, the lit professor rolls with that. “You’re completely right. I was definitely in a rush- should’ve gotten up earlier.” He explains, the warmth in his cheeks starting to calm.
“Kusama Nowaki.” Hunk says, offering his hand. “I teach freshman and senior biology.”
Makes sense; the beginning of the science department was right next door to literature. Hiroki always found it weird that they weren’t right next to history or something more fitting. But, he’s never been more glad that they weren’t.
Hiroki wastes no time in accepting it. “Kamijou Hiroki.” He even give a small grin back, but it falters a little when he realizes how big and warm Nowaki’s hand is. “Japanese literature.”
Nowaki’s eyebrows raise a little in realization, “So you’re the devil that I’ve been hearing so much about!” He chuckles slightly, the whispers of students in his classes today made a little more sense.
Lifting his chin with pride. “Yes, I am. And you must be new.”
“Just started this year.” Nowaki nods, and this time, he looked a little shy which surprised Hiroki. “Well, I won’t keep you. Thanks again for the paper.”
“Of course.” He nods back. “A-Any time.” He quickly adds which earns him an extra smile that makes his heart flutter just right.
He sits back down in his chair, still in a bit of a daze.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Only for You
Dark Lord x Fem!Reader
A/N: Hello everybody I got a wonderful request from an ANON for another Dark Lord x Reader pairing that I was more than happy to do! I’ve got another Dark Lord x Reader pairing i’m working on along with Part 3 of my first Dark Lord x Reader pairing which I’ve now dubbed as An Unwilling Queen! Hope you enjoy Anon!
*NOT my GIF*
Word Count: 3k + (Sorry it’s really freaking long!)
If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.
Prompt: OMG I love your writing. I think you’re so talented. I was wondering if you could take a request. I was hoping for a oneshot or two of a Lucifer (Sabrina) x soul mate reader who is shy, also a v powerful witch and friend of Sabrina. I like the idea of the Dark Lord being only weak for her. I was hoping for a oneshot of him meeting and finding out who she is to him, him falling in love and ending in smut.
*He’s also portrayed here in his angelic (hot) form, not the monster form.
Warnings: Smut at the end, kind of an underage reader, she’s eighteen but he’s like a billion years old so there’s that lol. Also kind of angsty.
I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)
This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake.
A shadow seems to follow you wherever you go now. Like an ever-looming presence, that you feel like you can catch if you just turn your head at the right moment; but nothing is ever there. Sabrina says it’s all in your imagination.
“Or maybe there’s dark forces at play for your immortal soul.” She says in a silly ghoulish voice.
You laugh and lightly punch her arm. “I’m serious I feel like something or someone is watching me. Like constantly.”
Sabrina’s face went serious for a moment, seeing how tense you were. “Well auntie Hilda can make you something maybe to ease you. Or even find out if something is watching you.”
“But why would something be watching me?”
Sabrina laughed to herself. “Y/N. Despite what you may think, you’re a young, beautiful witch. Whose power if flourishing well beyond my own and even that of an experienced witch. And you haven’t even signed your name in the book of the beast. It’s like you are your own source of magic. You should be careful; a lot of people would do anything for power like that.”
You felt a chill going up your back. “I haven’t thought of it like that. Maybe Hilda should do a spell or even make a charm.”
“I think a charm would be perfect. A charm to ease your thoughts and to keep away whatever darkness seems to be sticking to you.”
“Thank you, Sabrina.” You smiled, linking your arm with hers.
“Of course, Y/N.” She said as you both starting walking towards Sabrina’s house. Unbeknownst to either of you, that that shadow you were talking about is in fact very real.
He watches as you both walk away from the shadows of the forest, irritated with himself at how close you are but he can’t just reach out and grab you; taking you into the darkness. He knows though you’d never go with him like that; no. He’d have to wait and win you, until you desired him as much as he did you.
He felt a clench in his chest as you walked further away from his vantage point and he hated how weak he felt and how much he desired you, wanted you; how much he craved you with the very fiber of his being. But for you, he’d wait. He’d wait in the shadows for as long as it takes.
****
You were immediately greeted by Hilda as you and Sabrina walked into the house. Zelda sat at the table smoking a cigarette and reading the paper about some gruesome murder that made the headlines that day.
“Hello my darlings.” Hilda said cheerfully as she pounded some dough for whatever culinary confection, she was making that day.
“Hi, Hilda, Zelda.” You said greeting both of them, despite Zelda only grunting as acknowledgement.
“Auntie Hilda. Do you think you could make a charm for Y/N?” Sabrina said immediately cutting to the case as she leaned on her elbows on the counter next to Hilda.
“What for my lovely? Stress? I doubt you need a love charm. You’re much too beautiful to need that.” Hilda said booping your nose.
You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your face as you slightly shook your head at her comment about you being beautiful.
“No. Auntie.” Sabrina said smiling, but her smile soon fell from her face. “Y/N, thinks someone is following her.”
“I was hoping you could find out if someone actually is stalking me or if it’s just all in my head.” You said gaining Hilda’s attention.
“A protection charm? Of course, my lovely, I’ll whip that up as soon as I throw these apple crumbles in the oven and we’ll get straight to work.”
****
An hour later you had a protection charm that was laced with eucalyptus leaves to ease your paranoia and stress. However, when Hilda tried to scry to see if someone was following you, the crystal would just keep spinning never landing on anything. Which indicated to Hilda that everything was hunky dory and that it was just probably stress from school that was making you so paranoid.
When you left Sabrina’s, you felt a sense of ease radiate over you as Hilda’s charm in your pocket worked its magic. However, as soon as you stepped outside of Sabrina’s house after saying goodbye to everyone you felt it again. That feeling that there was a pair of eyes that were constantly glued to you, watching your every move. You clutched the charm in your pocket tighter and began to walk home.
****
The following was Friday night and Sabrina, you and the rest of the gang were headed to a house party. It wasn’t your usual method of spending a Friday night but Sabrina assured you that is was exactly what you needed to help you unwind a bit. So, you took her at her word and you even let her dress you up for the occasion.
And throughout the night you actually thought Sabrina’s plan was working you hadn’t felt the intensity of someone’s gaze on you all night as you danced with your friends, letting yourself get lost and all your worries sliding from your shoulders.
After a while of dancing though the need for water was staggering so you told Sabrina you’d be right back and walked away from the group in search of water. You walked towards the back of the house where the beer and sodas were and tried searching for water.
“Need some help there?” A husky voice asked from the dark corner.
You gave a little jump and clutched your chest. “Oh my God you scared me!” You said smiling a bit at how much of a scaredy cat you were.
“I’m sorry.” He said as he stepped out of the shadows. “The last thing I intended to do was scare you.”
He was beautiful. Staggeringly beautiful, with dark brown locks and piercing green eyes that seemed to glow even from the darkness of the shadows. You felt the air leave your lungs, as you gaped at him before you quickly turned back to your earlier task of looking for water; your cheeks burning.
He looked at you curiously, this would be his one chance with you. To have you alone and completely his for the time being. And as he took you in, this stunning woman who he’s been on the edge of obsession over for months. He can already feel how inside yourself you are, so much so that he can practically reach out and feel the wall that you’ve built to contain back the powerful witch and woman that you are. And God how he wanted to blow that wall to pieces.
“What’s your name?” He asked, trying to get you to look at him again.
“Y/N.” You said to him but still not turning back towards him.
“I’m Luce.” He said holding out his hand for you to shake. Which you thought was a bit odd, but you reached your hand out taking his large one. When your skin touched his you felt a spark between you two, you tried to pull away from sheer instinct but he kept your hand firmly in his, letting the warmth of his hand radiate into your whole body making you feel warm to the touch.
You pulled your hand away and he let you this time. You saw how intense his gaze was and ducked from it, pushing your hair behind your ears. “Luce?” you said smiling shyly.
“God given I’m afraid.” He said with a knowing smirk on his face, that you couldn’t help but feel like there was more to that smirk. But before you could say more, he spoke up again. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” You asked, turning back towards him, but avoided looking into his intense green eyes.
“You have no reason to cower from me Y/N. Nor do you have any reason to be bashful. I find you most intriguing.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I can see it plain as day, the way you hold yourself, speak, avoid eye contact and even how you suppress your magic.” He said and you immediately snapped your head towards him. “Yes, Y/N. I can feel your magic just radiating off of you, but you keep it contained; I can feel that too. You have no reason to be so inside of yourself.” He said taking another step closer to you. “You’re a highly intelligent and stunning young woman. That anyone would grovel on their knees to have you.” He said in a low whisper as he leaned towards you and surprisingly you found yourself leaning slightly towards him as well.
His soft lips brushed against yours sending that same electric shock throughout your body; but only this time it was a thousand times more intense.
You let out a gasp and quickly pulled away from him, even though it killed him inside to let you pull away from him; he did it none the less. He knew he had his hooks into you now, he just had to wait for you to realize it. Which wouldn’t take long.
Suddenly you found yourself drawn to him again, and you took a step towards his large, tall frame and reached up for him. You kissed him gently, reciprocating his kiss in kind; then deepening it. You tangled your fingers in his dark curls feeling how soft they were and his large hands gently wrapped themselves around your waist pulling you closer into his hot body; being careful not to scare you off like a frightened animal. His tongue pressed against your lips, seeking entrance and you parted for him, letting him invade your senses; needing him to tear down every wall you’ve ever built and giving you that freedom from yourself. His grip on your waist grew tighter, as he crushed you against him, feeling that his body was hard as a rock against yours.
When you finally broke away from him to catch your breath. He looked down at you longingly and brushed a piece of hair from your face.
“There she is.” He smirked.
Before you could ask what, he meant though suddenly you heard someone calling your name.
“Y/N?” It was Sabrina. “There you are? Where have you been? You’ve been gone for like the whole party.” She said coming into the room, you felt heat bloom across your cheeks as you were about ready to explain the situation of you being alone with some stranger making out by the soft drinks; but when you turned around Luce was gone.
“Y/N?” Sabrina asked, concern lacing her voice.
“Yeah- I” You said stuttering. “I’m sorry I guess I just lost track of time. The party is over?” You asked, feeling like the floor was about to fall out from underneath you.
“Yeah it’s been over for a bit now. I’ve just come to find you-” She quickly cut herself off. “Are you okay Y/N?” She said walking over to you, and placing her hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah I’m fine. I just- let’s just go home.” You said shaking your head, trying to clear the fog from your mind and trying to decide whether what just happened was actually real or not.
As you walked with Sabrina out of the little back room where you just shared a kiss with a complete you looked back to see if he would magically reappear as fast as he disappeared but he wasn’t there.
******
As you laid there in bed, you thought about the events of the night about Luce and his mysterious disappearance. Was he even real? Or have you finally lost your mind completely. You tossed and turned for what felt like eternity on your bed as your thoughts kept drifting to Luce. Thoughts about how soft his lips were, his large hands and how they felt against your hips; desperately needing them to go lower, and how his body felt against yours like it was meant to be there.
You sat up in bed, it’s obvious that you’re never going to be able to sleep; when your thoughts keep drifting in dangerous directions. You got up from your bed and looked out the window into the night that was brightly lit by the full moon hanging in the sky.
Maybe it was the full moon that was driving you crazy? But as you looked down to the forest edge that surrounded your house, you knew exactly what it was. Luce was standing there, staring up at you, even from here you could feel his eyes begging you to join him in the shadows.
You didn’t know what compelled you but you darted from your bedroom and did just that. You raced down the stairs taking them two at a time before you got to the back door and flung it open. But, stopped in the doorframe, making sure that he was still standing there in the shadows of the forest; he was. You walked towards him, slower than you did coming down the stairs but with the same sure-footedness and determination. You were determined to find some answer from this mysterious character for all you knew he was the reason you felt like you were being stalked.
When you approached him, he had a certain softness in his eyes as he looked down at you, taking you in again. You tried to shake off the warm feeling building inside of you, in order to get some answers.
“Who are you?”
He smiled but it held a hint of sadness and pain in it. He reached his hand up to your face and ran the back of his knuckles softly down your cheek; sending that bolt of electricity through you again, making you shiver. “You know who I am, Y/N. You’ve known from the first moment I spoke to you tonight. Didn’t you?” He said his smile broadening just a hair.
His clever girl. So clever, so beautiful.
You take a step back from his touches and he feels an ache deep in his chest.
Luce. Lucifer. It made sense, your paranoia, that sense of foreboding and that someone was watching you. It was him. But why?
“Why? Why me?” you asked, feeling a sliver of fear creep under your skin, at the idea of what he was capable and if he truly desired you why didn’t he just take you? The devil is not really known for being hesitant when it comes to taking what he wants.
He didn’t miss a beat in answering your question. “Because you’re beautiful. And powerful and the only woman in the universe who has bewitched me so; to the point where I can scarcely breathe without you being near me. Because just your presence alone coaxes the roiling place where my soul should be.” He advanced a step towards you, closing that small space between you once again. “Be with me Y/N. Be mine eternally and the universe shall be yours.” He said before pausing a beat and looking at you with such desperation and longing. “Please.” He whispered as he reached out to take a piece of your loose hair and twirl it softly around his finger.
Seeing that look on his face, you’d never seen that before; let alone ever had somebody feel that way about you. You felt that familiar pain in your chest, and knew what he felt; that loneliness that seems bottomless, but he could be your anchor and you could be his.
You reached out your hands to his chest, your touch surprising him. Your hands ventured up his chest and wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips down to crash onto yours. Your kisses gentle at first then turning needy as you deepened the kiss and tangled your fingers in those dark locks of his; wanting more of him.
He didn’t hesitate, to bend down and wrap his hands around your ass and hoist you up and wrap your legs around his waist. He finally had you and he’ll be damned if he ever lets you go. He would give you everything you desire, whether it be jewels, power, or the universe in the palm of your hand. He would do anything for you, because you bewitched him; he is withthin your thrall as much as you are withthin his.
You clutched tightly to his neck as he carried you towards the house, no worries that you’d be interrupted since no one was home. You placed sweet kisses on his neck and sucked under his jaw earning a growl of pleasure from him.
“Are you sure about this Y/N? Once your mine, I’ll never let you go.”
You placed your finger on his lips shushing him. “Be with me. Tonight, and all the nights to come. I’m tired of being withthin myself so much that I don’t allow love withthin my heart.”
He kissed you again, all of his longing and desire was pressed into that kiss as he kneeled down on the soft carpeted floor of the living room in front of the fireplace, which now had a fire roaring in its hearth. You sat on his knees as he knelt on the ground, cradling you to his chest; before laying you down softly on the carpet.
The fire played with the features of his face, making him look even more breathtaking than he did in the moonlight. You reached up and cupped his face, pulling him back down to you as you kissed you reached up to his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt, removing it swiftly and exposing his hard chest. He did the same to you, tracing his hands down your abdomen and finding the band of your sweat pants and dipping his hand inside, cupping your sex.
You let out a low groan, arching your hips into his touches, needing so much more from him. When suddenly, his finger dipped inside of you, making you gasp.
“So sweet for me Y/N.” He purred in your ear, and watched as you were coming undone under his touches. He took his thumb and rubbed soft circles on your clit making you moan louder. He watched you intently as you threw your head back, relishing his touches reaching for your release and when it came it was like a wave crashing over you.
He ate your moans as your walls clenched around his finger, before pulling out of you and reaching for the band of your sweats again and pulling down, exposing you to him. He drank you in and looked like he was going to eat you alive; which was definitely something he was going to do later, but not now. Now he’d take it slow with you, unless you said otherwise.
“Are you ready for me sweetness?” He asked his intense green eyes, blown wide. You nodded and reached for his pants but he stood up and you watched as he undid his pants and pulled them done his legs and discarded them easily, and kneeling back before you. He kissed up your body, and sucked on your neck lightly before he kissed your lips again. You could feel him line up with your entrance and only a moment passed before he pushed inside of you.
You both let out a low groan that seemed to mix together. He let you get used to him for only a moment before he started to move, his thrusts were slow and sensual as he rolled his hips into you. You gripped onto his back, sinking your nails into his back, and earning a low moan as your reward. He reached between your bodies and found your clit again. He rubbed it in faster circles, making you whimper from the pleasure.
“Luce.” You moaned, “I’m so close.”
“Let go sweetness. I’m here now.” He mumbled into your neck, placing sloppy kisses just under your ear making you shiver and adding to the increasing tsunami that was about to crash over you. He held your gaze as your orgasm ripped through you and he was soon to follow you into that sweet bliss.
#jade tries writing#requests for Jade#dark lord x reader#dark lord x you#lucifer caos x reader#lucifer caos x you#caos imagines#not my gifs#Smutty smut smut#Chilling Adventures of Sabrina#the chilling adventures of Sabrina#chilling adventures of sabrina imagines#chilling adventures of sabrina oneshots#luke cook
993 notes
·
View notes
Text
Illicio 8/?
Chapter 7
"How are you doing?" Melanie asks, sitting cross-legged next to him on the floor. Gerry looks up at her, the tape recorder whirring away on top of his chest. "Okay. Yes, stupid question."
Gerry sighs. It's- the fact that Melanie even cares shows amazing progress from the little monster of rage she was not a month ago. Under different circumstances, he'd feel happy about it.
"I'm better. The tapes help."
Melanie nods. "Martin has some good ideas."
"At times," Gerry mutters, feeling the familiar prickle of irritation at his stomach. He has some words to tell Martin, after what he heard yesterday in the tapes. "I still think he should have at least tried to call Jon back."
"I don't understand any of that." Melanie nudges at his side with the tip of her sneaker. "If Martin could have called him, why couldn't you?"
Gerry sighs. "I told you. It's got to be something he loves. Someone he loves, not-" he huffs, when Melanie arches an eyebrow. "You know it's not like that. You know it was never like that at all."
VIII
"Jon?" Daisy's voice is slightly panicked, and it sends a pang through Jon's chest. He's learned what it means, by now.
"I'm here-" he says, giving her hand a squeeze. Daisy squeezes back so hard it hurts; that's good, down here. It helps remind you there's feelings other than fear. "Is it-?"
"It's coming agai-" is all Daisy manages to say before it is there. Dirt presses in all around them, and though Jon shuts his mouth tight it somehow finds a way in, like it always does. It cram up his nose, down his throat, into his eyes and somehow that last one is the most terrible of them all, and Jon has to remind himself not to let go of Daisy's hands to try and scrub at them. He opens his mouth to scream, but all that slides into his lungs is heavy mud, the kind you can step on and not sink, and definitely not the kind you can breathe through, and his lungs burn-
And it's gone.
Everything recedes at once -it doesn't go away, it never does-, just far back enough that Jon can take in a gasp of air that is only mostly dust.
"D-daisy?" his voice is slightly panicked.
"I'm here," it feels like an eternity goes by before Daisy squeezes at his hand, and he squeezes back as hard as he can, enough that it hurts his joints."Talk to me," Daisy asks, begs. "T- tell me... tell me about home."
There's a certain quality to her voice on the last word, a longing Jon has heard and felt and mourned before, and Jon knows without a shadow of a doubt that she means Basira. Dirt shifts around and away from them, and Jon wonders once again if their tether isn't strong enough that, in a few years, Daisy might have found the way out by herself. The thought shouldn't bring him relief after he climbed in himself like an imbecile, but it somehow does still. It means, at least, that Daisy hasn't given up.
"Basira had just left when I- she has been seeing Elias at jail. Martin's- the plan worked, by the way. He's- Elias is gone from the Institute." An empty victory. Elias might not be there anymore, but his presence still weighs down on them all, and in leaving Peter Lukas in charge he both took a revengeful swipe at Martin, and exchanged a known evil with a dangerous new threat. "Nothing else really went according to plan."
"But something did," Daisy's arms tighten around him when the Buried tries to push them apart; it hates it when they say anything positive. Jon rests his head on Daisy's shoulder; the last person to really touch Jon before this idiotic excuse of a plan was Gerry, and he -mortifyingly- finds himself comparing the two. Daisy's frame is thinner after almost seven months in the coffin and her limbs are weak with disuse, but her grip is firm and though it should be suffocating here in the depths of the Buried Jon finds it grounding instead.
And well, it's not like he has any margin of reference for- Gerry has never held him like this. The closest thing was when Melanie stabbed him and Gerry practically carried him into a cab and then up the stairs to his flat. He- Gerry's... solid, is the first adjective Jon's brain can conjure, with his broad shoulders and wide chest, and the big, heavy arms he drapes around Jon's shoulders sometimes when they walk. Not as tall as Martin maybe, but still a good head taller than Jon, and-
"Jon?" Daisy asks, curiosity in her voice instead of fear this time.
"Hm?"
"You we- you were telling me about outside." Oh.
"Ah- I- yes. Outside, I- sorry." Jon clears his throat, face burning so hot he's sure Daisy can feel it. This is ridiculous, they're- he needs to focus. What he wouldn't give for the clarity of mind that reading a statement- oh. Oh.. "Daisy."
Click.
"What is it?" Daisy tenses, and her voice has a slight growl to it. Their patrons can't reach them here, but they're still avatars, they-
"I think- I need a statement," Jon should feel guilty about asking this of Daisy when she's already suffered so much, but the Buried is pulling at him. Jon clenches to Daisy's shirt as tightly as he can; it knows what he's planning, it knows he's right. "I know it sounds- please, please trust me on this, I-"
"I do," Daisy's shaky voice cuts into his hysterical rambling. "I trust- I'll do it," she says, and Jon feels like sobbing.
"Alright," he clears his throat instead, "then... statement of Alice... of Daisy Tonner, regarding?"
Anything will do, and he Knows Daisy has stories to tell, stories he needs.
"The man that visits my dreams."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"How are you doing?" Melanie asks, sitting cross-legged next to him on the floor. Gerry looks up at her, the tape recorder whirring away on top of his chest. "Okay. Yes, stupid question."
Gerry sighs. It's- the fact that Melanie even cares shows amazing progress from the little monster of rage she was not a month ago. Under different circumstances, he'd feel happy about it.
"I'm better. The tapes help."
Melanie nods. "Martin has some good ideas."
"At times," Gerry mutters, feeling the familiar prickle of irritation at his stomach. He has some words to tell Martin, after what he heard yesterday in the tapes. "I still think he should have at least tried to call Jon back."
"I don't understand any of that." Melanie nudges at his side with the tip of her sneaker. "If Martin could have called him, why couldn't you?"
Gerry sighs. "I told you. It's got to be something he loves. Someone he loves, not-" he huffs, when Melanie arches an eyebrow. "You know it's not like that. You know it was never like that at all."
"I know it's not like that, but..." Melanie trails off, as if trying to find a way to say what she's thinking in a way that doesn't require mentioning feelings at all. "Is it not like that?"
"Eloquent," Gerry says dryly, but Melanie's stare doesn't waver, and he knows by now she's like a dog with a bone. "It's complicated. You'd know."
"It's why I asked," Melanie shrugs. "Turns out things usually aren't as much as one might think."
Gerry rolls his eyes. He saw her just yesterday, hanging off the arm of the tall, dark skinned woman with wild curly hair and black lipstick -very different from Martin, Gerry had thought detachedly, Jon has varied tastes- who looked down at her like Melanie could disappear at any moment.
"Did one of you get resurrected as some sort of bargaining chip for the other?" Gerry asks, because at least that part is easy to put into words. Much easier at least, than explaining how Jon somehow became a lot more than just the guy he needs to survive. "No? Thought so."
"Ass." Melanie's sneaker digs into his side a bit more viciously now. "He'll come back. He's- don't take it the wrong way, but he's like a cockroach."
"...I want to take that the wrong way."
Melanie rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean."
Gerry bites at the ring on his lip, an old habit he stops immediately when he remembers how much it used to distract Jon every time he did it, and the gesture turns bitter instead of soothing.
"Not much I can do about it anyways." And isn't that the worst part? Gerry has spent his whole life fighting the entities to save as many as he could, no matter how lost they looked. Now they took someone from him, and Gerry's hands are pretty much tied behind his back. The fact that Jon lied to him to do this only adds insult to injury, because Gerry can't even be angry at him because he's gone. "How's Georgie, anyways?" A door opens with a creak; Gerry guesses Helen will be joining them soon.
"Welcome back," Melanie says in a voice that could probably suck moisture out of the air, and Gerry turns to look at the door.
Basira stands at the threshold, and 'unimpressed' doesn't even begin to describe the look on her eyes. "We're going to have a talk," she says, and it somehow sounds like a threat.
"Cheers," Gerry grunts. Just what he needs right now.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I didn't really take it too seriously, when I started learning about this world. When you have things that steal faces, or trap people in nightmare dimensions, or- somehow things that watch don't seem that dangerous. Then I went to the Institute.
I had been at Basira's neck about him for weeks. Sure, Basira and I were not at risk of being fired, sectioned officers are almost immune to that, but I did not like the thought of her getting any closer to this place, and handing evidence to a suspect under the table just felt like another line we would not be able to cross back. But truth is... her intuition had never failed us, and I was thinking clear enough to realize I was far more worried about her interest in this man than suspicious of him. I hadn't seen him yet, but every time Basira came back from their meetings with the stench of the Eye around her- I thought it had to be the place, and I started to fear she was becoming the kind of thing I had to deal with, because I wasn't sure I could do it with her.
That's when he was finally cleared of our investigation, and when she asked me to be the one to give you the updates, I knew two things immediately. First, she did like him, and didn't want to be the one to drop it on him that she'd only been using him. And second, there was definitely something off about him, because Basira didn't set me on people if she didn't have a reason to suspect.
I thought I was prepared, but- I had never met anyone with the Eye, and I had no clue of the kind of thing they do to your brain. He just asked, and I was telling him about it all of a sudden; the rain that felt like it would drown us at every second, the truck covered in grime that seemed to drink in the water to turn into mud, rather than let itself be washed away as it should. The two men that were not men, the one that was, and... that.
I think what makes monsters of the Eye so dangerous is that they're sneaky. Of course I had nightmares about that night, I had been having them for years; now they were just... More frequent. Almost nightly, and when I saw him standing by the edge of the road just staring, I thought it was only my subconscious adding him in because I didn't like him.
Basira is really the only reason I didn't kill him when I found him again; I could feel he was less human and that was enough for me, but she managed to talk me out of it. She wanted more information, and I wanted whatever she wanted, that's all it took for him to survive.
The changes were easy to miss at first. Sometimes there was an extra eye on his cheek or on his neck, but they'd always be gone when I focused on him, and how much of a dream can you really take at face value? I thought it was just my unflattering thoughts about him filtering through to my sleeping mind. Then one time he opened his mouth like was about to tell me something, and there was another eyeball there, the pinprick pupil focused on Isaac as he walked into the damned thing like taking a stroll. It's fitting, I think, that he's not allowed to talk. Just to watch, and watch, and watch.
Maybe killing him back then would have been better. Maybe I let Basira talk me out of the first and only act of mercy I have ever tried to do, because I am no longer convinced the man in my dreams is not as much of a victim as I."
"State- statement ends."
Click.
"Was it- did it help?"
"...I know the way."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Do you think you can find Jon if you go in after him?" Basira asks. It's not a solid lead, but it's been buzzing in her head ever since she climbed into the cab to come back from the airport.
"Wow." Melanie whistles. "And here I was thinking Daisy and I were the murderous ones."
"I know you're tied to him, somehow." Basira ignores her. She knows Melanie has grown fond of the man, for whatever reason."Think it will be enough to find him?"
"And how do you know that?" Keay arches a pierced eyebrow. He's far too calm, for someone who hasn't let go of the running tape recorder.
"Elias told me some things. Can we turn that off?" She asks. Jon's voice is starting to make her antsy, and a part of her that sounds suspiciously like an angry Daisy sardonically asks her if she's worried about the sad little monster. Sometimes Basira wonders if keeping her partner human wasn't doing the same for her.
"Yeah, that's not a great idea," Mel purses her lips by her side, and Basira frowns.
"No no, let's do it. She wants to know anyways, doesn't she?" Keay's smirk is defiant and dry, and he punches the stop button on the tape recorder. Basira watches his expression for any change... and soon enough the cuts on his face start oozing a pitch black fluid that runs down the side of his face. He doesn't bother to wipe it away, staring her down as if challenging her to comment on it.
Basira reaches across the table, and presses play on the recorder again. "Okay, so no."
"I'm tied to Jon. It doesn't mean Jon is tied to me," the man shrugs. It almost passes as casual, if it weren't for the slight furrowing of his brow. "I can't feel him anymore."
"...I could try." Basira mutters, and stiffens when both their glances fall on her. She- it's a bad idea and it probably won't work but this feels too much like the months after the Unknowing, with everything falling apart because Basira couldn't keep things under control. "I'm- I can find things. People. At least out here I can, maybe I could-"
"Well maybe you could. Apparently I know a lot less than I thought." Keay snaps suddenly, standing up so fast Basira flinches back. "Why don't we all go throw ourselves into the Buried, huh? Make a day trip out of it." He walks out the office, slamming the door behind him.
"He's having a hard time," Melanie says, and the apology in her tone has Basira huffing angrily. He's not the only one who lost someone to the coffin, if anyone's allowed to 'have a hard time' it's her, but instead she's here, trying to fix everyone's mess as usual. "Basira?"
"What?" Her voice is angry and strained. She won't snap, she won't give them the satisfaction. She's in control.
"Don't go into the coffin." Melanie's voice is as soft as Basira has ever heard it, which is not too much, but still incredibly noticeable. "Jon and Daisy might survive it. You're just going to kill yourself."
"And?" When she turns to look at her, Melanie looks uncharacteristically troubled, until she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
"And I wouldn't like that," Melanie says, like every word is a battle hard won before she speaks it. "Don't go in. It's only been three days... let's give them some time."
Basira doesn't respond, and eventually Melanie climbs to her feet and leaves the room much more quietly than Keay, leaving behind only the running tape recorder.
This is too much.
Martin working with Lukas, Jon and whatever Keay is, even this new Melanie, it's all too much, and Basira doesn't have an ounce of control over any of it. How is she supposed to make this right when nothing makes sense? When she doesn't have all the information? Basira's supposed to be the tower, steady, firm and unbreachable, the last one standing when everything else has fallen. She'd always thought Daisy needed her far more than she needed Daisy, but now Basira feels her foundations crumble, with no one she can trust to share the load with.
Her hands are shaking, and Basira clenches them into tight fists until they stop. It's alright. She'll make it work; the board has changed, all she has to do is rearrange her pieces. Plan her next move. She's worked through worse, she'll fix this one too. She just... she needs a break, a little one.
Basira buries her face in her hands, and waits until the urge to scream passes.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Distortion is confused.
This is a tough problem to have, because the Distortion is usually confusing instead, condition rather than victim. Not to say the Distortion has never experienced the feeling; Michael had been plenty confused, when the Archivist accepted to walk through and instead found the door locked. But that's just the thing. Michael had been confused, whatever little scrap of twisted humanity left in him -in them, in it- was unsure of what to do next, or why he was doing this at this exact time.
Helen is not confused, but Helen doesn't have a plan either. She makes decisions in the spur of the moment, following an instinct like a figure in a fractal, pointless and non important as all her other actions, until viewed from afar. Truly, the Distortion could hardly have chosen a better host, if it had ever had the chance to choose, instead of having Michael Shelley forced into its very being. Thinking about it, the Distortion should have learned to steer clear of Archivists by now.
What was the point of keeping the tapes? Of giving them away? The Distortion doesn't know; Helen doesn't either. All they -it, she?- know is that it felt like the right moment, and that's all it comes down to, really.
It's not the right moment to reveal what they found at the center of the 'maze' -a child's game really, Robert Smirke could never begin to create something as beautiful and perfect as what Helen is by design- yet, and it won't be for a while still.
The coffin is banging, and it is the right time to open her door on the ceiling of the Archives, and drop a key next to Basira, whose shoulders are shaking with effort.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Martin watches as the steam from the extra mug -Jon's mug, his mind supplies, and the room around him goes a bit grayer- raises in little hypnotic swirls that pass right through his hand, the warmth of it barely registering against his skin. He's not quite in the Lonely yet, but these three days of knowing Jon is gone -that he wanted to leave, this time- has done a fairly good job of pushing him further towards-
"Oh, you're here. Great. Amazing."
Okay, tangible again. That was... that was a bit dizzying, the speed at which he was pulled back. Martin freezes at the annoyed voice behind him, and he swears once more that this is the last time he comes to the Archives break room. When he turns around, Gerard is blocking the exit, leaning on the threshold with his arms crossed over his chest and ink running down his face.
"Ehm- yes." Martin clears his throat. "Yes I am. Do you need something?" He probably doesn't need to point out that Gerard is bleeding again, right? He has to know, and it would be rude.
"I do, actually." Martin's eyes widen as Gerard pushes off from the door, closes it and locks it behind him. This is- there are only a few ways this can end and he's not looking forward to any of them. Gerard steps heavily towards him, and Martin has a split second of panic because he never learned to throw a punch, and he knows for a fact this man can- "I heard your tapes."
Oh. Oh great, this is even worse. He should've known better than trusting Helen, but this is- "...Okay, so what?"
"Cut it. I know you think you're playing Lukas, what I don't understand is what for." Gerard walks all the way up to him, forcing Martin to back up against the counter and look down at him. "What is the Extinction?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
"Jon cares." Gerard's blue-green eyes harden, and Martin's lips tighten into a line. "I thought it was just another way to hurt himself and you were just an arrogant fool, but after that-"
"After that what?" Martin says then, much more ferociously than he'd expected, but he feels himself grow bolder after the snap. He will not be made ashamed of loving Jon, not when it's the only thing he has left. Peter can't take it from him, and neither can this man. Martin has never had a good tolerance for hypocrites anyways.
"After that I just believe you're a fool. But a fool with a good reason, at least." Gerard's eyebrows draw together, as if he somehow still doesn't approve of this revelation. "And Jon wanted to keep you safe, more than anything."
"Well, Jon's not here, is he?" Martin says as firmly as he can, hoping it hurts the man before him as much as it hurts him.
"No he's not, but if he wanted you safe then that's exactly what I'm going to do, whether you like it or not." Gerard huffs, rolling his eyes as he jabs his pointer finger in Martin's chest. "And believe me, Martin Blackwood, when I say I will make sure I ruin any and all plans you have made if you don't work with me."
"What- you can't force me to tell you?" Martin sort of asks. As far as he knows that's an Archivist thing, but who knows what Gerard actually is-
"No, but if I heard your tapes right, we're both doing this for him." Right. Asides from someone very much taken with Jon, of course.
"You don't even know what 'this' is," Martin crosses his arms over his chest, batting Gerard's hands away. "Will you go away if I tell you?"
"Go find out."
Martin bites his bottom lip. Arguing with Gerard has brought him back completely, at least for the time being, and he's thinking fairly clearly for the first time in three days. He would know, wouldn't he? Peter is certain it was Adelard Dekker who discovered the Extinction, he keeps insisting there must be some letters addressed to Gertrude about it somewhere in the Archives. If Gertrude knew, then Gerard has to know as well, right?
"...Alright. But you can't-" you can't tell Jon about it, he wants to add, when he remembers that's... not a possibility at the moment. "Peter thinks there's a fifteenth entity. Something called the Extinction. He thinks Dekker told Gertrude about it."
Gerard's lips curl in what looks like distaste. "Might as well have. What does that have to do with you aligning with the Lonely?"
"Honestly? I have no idea. He's very cryptic about it," Martin shrugs, averting his eyes until they land on the tea mugs. He likes the Lonely. It's... easier. "But it was the deal we made when he first came to the Institute. People are... safer, this way. As long as I keep my end."
His words are followed by a silence that stretches for so long that Martin ends up looking back. He finds Gerard staring up at him with a thoughtful -if slightly unimpressed- frown.
"Keep doing that, then. Or, keep making him believe you're doing it." Gerard says after a pause. "I'll get to looking into the Extinction. With some luck I'll find something before you're too far gone."
Martin arches and eyebrow. "Peter says I'm halfway there already, and to be honest I feel that way too."
"It's alright. We'll slow it down."
"I- what? We?" The thought is sickening, as if the Forsaken itself is protesting the idea and sinking its tendrils deeper into him in response.
Gerard shrugs. "You might have enough pull on Jon that he's willing to step back and let you do this because you ask. That's not going to fly with me."
"You- you said you'd leave me alone if I told you!" Martin says, frowning.
"I said you'd find out, and you just did." The man gives him an absurdly irritating smirk.
Martin sputters angrily as his face grows hot with indignation. "Listen, I don't know how you got the idea that I want your help, but-" he stops abruptly, because Gerard before him might as well have been carved from marble, with how still and pale he's gone. His eyes are wide, his head tilted a little to the side, his only movement a sharp inhale of breath. "Uh... are you alright?"
"I hear him," Gerard says barely loud enough to hear.
Martin feels the blood leave his face as he pales to match the man. It's only been three days, it's- "are you sure?"
"What are you doing?" Gerard is already busy unlocking the door. "Move!"
But he can't, can he? He... it's too risky. And the thought of- the others will be there. Melanie, Basira, Helen. Daisy, if Jon was lucky, all of them together cramped in the small storage room, with nowhere to hide from-
"No. That's not- it's not a great idea," Martin looks down at his hands; the tips of his fingers are starting to fade again. "Go."
He doesn't look up at the angry scoff, or the door opening and closing violently, too focused on the news and the way they swirl and weigh in his chest. Jon's back, he's alive. Safe.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For one brief, terrifying moment, Jon is afraid they won't be able to lift the lid of the coffin. It's heavier than any wood ought to be, and they're both weakened and shaky after months inside the damned thing. They're so close, Jon thinks desperately, he can feel his rib out there, can feel the Archives calling him back, can feel Gerry out there, getting closer every second, and he pushes with a might that's not entirely his own, until the lid gives.
What hits him first is the light, and he's blinded as his pupils try to contract as fast as they can in response. Jon flinches against Daisy as there's a clattering of plastic all around them, and that's when he registers the sound of his own voice, statement after statement overlapping as each tape recorder runs at its own time.
"We're out-" Daisy mutters by his side, one hand white knuckled around Jon's dirty shirt and the other around the coffin's edge. "We're alive, we- I can't believe- what's all this?" She frowns, looking all around them at the recorders that seem to pick up in volume when they're noticed. The two of them climb out clumsily, unaccustomed to having this much space, and collapse in a tangle of limbs and leftover dirt. Behind them, the lid slams shut again, and the chains fasten themselves around the coffin. The Buried won't hunt in the same place twice, not now that two victims have crawled their way out.
"I, the- tapes? Must be dozens of-" Jon flinches again, and Daisy wraps an arm around his shoulders to draw him against her chest, when the door flies open.
"Jon you stupid-" Basira starts, and Jon can see the exact moment she notices Daisy. Her dark skin goes ashen, and her mouth falls slack. "Oh my god."
Jon is yanked forward roughly, when Basira launches forward to pull Daisy into a hug. He manages to wedge his hands in before he slams face first on the floor, but pushing himself back up is honestly a lot more effort than what he has to spare right now, so instead he allows himself to slide down until he's lying on his side. It's a good place to rest, at least, surrounded by his tapes like a bunch of lazy cats.
Basira's squeezing Daisy against her chest like she wants to meld with her, only breaking far enough to lay a long kiss on Daisy's forehead. Jon has the thought that they've both forgotten he's here, because he's fairly sure at least one of them is crying.
He did this, he thinks with a start. He got them back together, he really did save Daisy. The feeling of accomplishment, of hope that maybe he's not meant to just destroy, is almost enough to soothe the ache of loneliness as he lays there, waiting to get enough strength back to walk out and leave Daisy and Basira to their reunion.
"Fuck- Jesus, Jon." Gerry's voice is surprisingly gentle by his side, and Jon has a second to wonder how on Earth he didn't notice the man trampling towards him, before he's being positively enveloped, a broad, warm chest at his back and strong arms keeping him upright. It's- Jon doesn't even remember the last time he was hugged like this, because it feels different from Daisy's grip, and it's definitely different from what he imagined in the coffin; the scent of lavenders has faded almost completely, replaced by an acrid, metallic smell.
"Not quite," Jon mutters, his throat tight. "But I'm getting fairly good at resurrections myself."
"You're crazy," Gerry says against Jon's hair, an almost breathless snort of laughter as he gathers Jon a bit tighter in his arms before climbing to Jon weighs nothing. "Let's get you out of here."
They don't go back to the flat of course. Jon knows he could take the trip, but he's very aware that nothing will restore him quite like being at the Archives. So they end up at the storage room with the cot behind Jon's office, where Martin used to live and where Gerry first woke up, with its patched up wall and its door that won't keep anything out but that still provides a little bit of privacy at least. Gerry drops him carefully on the cot, and Jon finally gets a chance to get a good look at him.
"You're- what happened to your face?" Jon asks immediately, because Gerry looks terrible. His skin is grey and dry, and there are dark bags under his eyes, one of which sports a nasty purple bruise; there's a large gash on his forehead, his upper lip is split at the corner, and Jon finally recognizes the smell from before as ink, as he sees it bleeding out from Gerry's injuries. He reaches to touch at the wound on his lip with a shaky hand, but Gerry -whose face is starting to look more and more tired with every minute that goes by- grips it in his. "Was it-"
"Just a fall. From when you went in." Gerry lets out a long exhale, shaking his head. "Jon, what the hell?"
Oh dear. Jon sighs, steeling himself for a round. "Listen, I- Daisy was alive. I had to-"
"I don't care." Gerry leans forward, squeezing harshly at Jon's hand. "I don't- you're out now. You made it. That doesn't matter anymore-"
"Then why are you so angry?" Jon cuts in, frowning. He just saved Daisy's life, he's not about to apologize for the first good thing he's done since-
"Because you lied to me!" Gerry snaps. "You promised you wouldn't do this, but you already knew you would, didn't you? All you needed was some information, aren't you just lucky I was there to provide?"
Jon feels all the fight drain out of him as he catches the implication in Gerry's words.
"No," he shakes his head, softly at first, growing more adamant by the second. "No that's not- that was never my intention. I didn't mean to use you, I-" his words grow fainter and fainter, until his voice extinguishes altogether. How is he any different from the hunters? "Gerry I'm-"
"This is your one free pass, Jon." Gerry's hand squeezes at his again, almost too tight, as much of a warning as the serious, hurt look in his eyes. "Don't- you don't get to lie to me again. I'm done with that. I can- I will forgive your lack of self-preservation, I don't even-" he jerks his head to the side, breathing heavily and pursing his lips into a tight line.
Good. Great, yet another person Jon never wanted to hurt, broken.
After a moment that stretches for so long it becomes clear that the man before him won't speak another word, Jon shifts his hand a little to squeeze back. "...Gerry?"
And Gerry seems to deflate, a tired exhale leaving his parted lips as he looks at Jon just out the corner of his eyes. "Please don't be like her."
Jon doesn't need to ask who he's talking about, because he Knows, suddenly and painfully, with the unshakeable certainty of the Eye. Jon is- he knows Gertrude Robinson was a hero, the Archivist he'll never be. Stopping rituals, killing avatars, so dangerous Elias himself had to put her down. He also knows it doesn't mean she was a good person. Now he knows more than ever, here in the face of Gerry's broken trust, that he does not want to follow in her footsteps.
"I won't." He says, as firmly as he can when his mouth still tastes like dirt and fear. "I- Gerry, I'm sorry. I know it doesn't, uh, magically fix anything, that would be a much gentler power to have just-" he stops and clears his throat, when Gerry's sad eyes take on a hue of amusement at his rambling, feeling his face grow hot under the scrutiny. "I will not lie to you again. Ever. I'm... I've been told I'm quite bad at it anyways."
Gerry's eyes crinkle at the corners, and Jon is the one to avert his gaze now. "Terrible. I forgot you could have accomplices, though. Melanie's just as hopeless as you, but enlisting the Distortion was a good move on her part."
"Yes, uh, I can imagine Helen must be a very... accomplished liar." Jon takes a deep breath to try and get his heartbeat under control. He only succeeds in coughing out a small cloud of dust.
"Ah, shit." Gerry shifts by his side, beginning to climb to his feet. "Let me get you a statement, I'll be right-"
"N- don't," Jon asks. He tightens his grip on Gerry's hand, and while it's not enough to pull him back down, it does get him to stop moving. "Don't leave." The thought of being alone in this small, closed room sends a pang of panic through his stomach, and he can almost see the walls closing in on him. Here they're safe, as long as they're together.
"Jon-"
"I'll just- I can take a nap. I'll be better in the morning." Of course he will, feeding on the trauma of those who have confided in him, but the alternative is the corridor that feels impossibly long, and selfish as it is Jon can't bring himself to choose to let Gerry go. It's a step away from begging, and Gerry seems to hear it, because he sits back down. His eyes are heavy on Jon, loaded with an emotion he can't identify. "Sorry, it's just-"
"It's alright. I know- you just came back from the Buried, Jon. It's alright to ask for things," Gerry says, and Jon thinks fleetingly that it would be a lot easier if he actually knew what he wants. The ink on his face is dry by now, their conversation enough to at least make his wounds stop bleeding. "I could use a nap, too. Mind if I turn off the lights?"
"...I would rather you didn't."
"Fair." Silence. An arm draping around Jon's shoulders to bring him into another hug, and Jon melts into it, embarrassingly enough. It's been too long, and Gerry... Gerry feels like home. "I still can't believe you came back."
Jon wants to apologize again. For taking too long to come back, for going in the first place, for lying. For how much comfort he finds in Gerry's touch. For not being enough, when he and Martin and everyone around him deserve so much better than a man that can't help a person without hurting another.
Exhaustion crashes down on Jon, digging bone deep into him until he can't fight his eyes closing. Tonight he will feast on dreams. Tomorrow, he will be better.
85 notes
·
View notes
Text
Honeymoon [RE] 4
Title: Dreams do come true
wordcount:2230
warnings: Violence
AN: I love you all I hope you are staying healthy
________________________________
Bruce had been watching the clock since 11:58. It’s now 12:00 PM. Steve waited to see when he would snap. As soon and the digital clock on the overturned to 12:01 Bruce stood up abruptly from his chair.
“Something’s wrong.” He started grabbing his stuff and mentally preparing himself to fight.
“Bruce, sit down sometimes Wade doesn’t let her go right away.” Steve got Bruce a cup of water and somehow got him to sit down.
“You said it yourself earlier. She usually texts or something.”
“I thought I said that in my mind. I apologize.” Steve pulled his phone out and put it on the table. “Call Wade.”
“Why not you?” Bruce asked, eyeing his brother-in-law.
“Y/N said that he’s a bit of a Captain America fanatic. He might recognize my voice.”
Bruce sighed and picked up the phone. It rang twice.
“Deadpool’s phone. I usually have a hot sounding lady answer the phone but she’s being an asshole and never showed up for work. Who am I speaking with?” Wade sounded annoyed and hungover.
“Uh. I’m looking for Y/N.” Bruce said in a flat tone.
“As I said she didn’t show up. Who’s asking? Are you that sicko that’s stalking her? Listen, buddy, I’m perfectly fine with sticking my swords up your-”
“I’m actually her older brother. I can’t find her.”
“Oh. Why didn’t you just say so? Yeah, I haven’t seen her but if you are willing to let me I’ll help look for her.”
“Um… Thanks, I’ll keep you posted.”
“Okay. Before you hang up you know you sound exactly like the guy from 13 going 30-” Bruce hung up quickly.
“Y/N was right. He does just blabber.”
“What did he say about Y/N?” Steve asked.
“He said she didn’t show up but he thought I was someone that has been stalking Y/N.”
“Stalking her?” Steve looked a bit hurt. “She never told me about her being stalked. I’m going to call Coulson. Maybe he can go over and get more information.”
“Good idea. Wait. Why Coulson? Isn't He dead?”
“Yeah…” Steve scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know how to start telling you about all the stuff you missed. Let’s just hurry.”
Reader
“Please tell me this isn’t for real?” You said tapping on the wall softly. It was just plastic. You got a fireball ready in your hand when Wanda stopped you.
“Stop!” She yelled, making you jump.
“What?” You said confused.
“If you try to break out it will shock you. That’s why Natasha is out.” Bucky said, rolling his eyes. “I told her not to do it.”
“Why are you here?” You asked him to which he just shrugged his shoulders. “Helpful. When did you wake up?”
“Few days ago. I was on my way to surprise Steve and I woke up here. Are you two really married now?”
“Why is that so unbelievable to people?” You asked.
“Don’t mind him. He is probably jealous of you.” Wanda mumbled.
You looked at both of them and sighed. “Alright, how do we get out of this?”
“You don’t.” A new voice said making the three of us stand up and look at a metal door swing open. You could see Bucky tense up from the corner of your eye when the man stepped into the light. “My name is… Well, it doesn’t really matter. Soon none of you will remember. I just came to check on our newest arrival. Y/N Bann-”
“Rogers.”
He looked up at you confused.
“It’s Y/N Rogers.”
He gave you a kind smile that creeped the fuck out of you. “My apologies. Mrs. Rogers. You are enhanced, are you not?”
He walked around your container like a lion stalking its prey. He was looking in an old notebook. “I am.”
“Elements?” You nodded. “Your experiments might be more exciting. For me. Of course.” He slammed the book shut making you jump. “Sergeant Barnes knows very well about these experiments.” He gave Bucky the same kind smile and chuckled to himself. “I must go prep. Be good little rats.”
He walked out of the room and there was a split moment of silence before Wanda spoke. “He’s that bad?”
“Did you read my mind again?” Bucky asked. “No one should see those. Much less a little girl.”
“I’m not a child.” Wanda pouted making her look younger.
“Who is he?” You asked.
“He was one of the ones that tortured me,” Bucky said. “He was one of the worst. We have to go.”
“I can try something but if it works and I still get shocked, sorry to whoever carries me.”
“Don’t get yourself killed. The stronger the power the stronger the shock.” Wanda said to you.
“Close your eyes guys. I’m about to use some weird abilities.” They both shut their eyes and you pulled out the element you don’t like to use. It made you feel… evil.
You took a deep breath and pulled on the shadows in the room. Shadow didn’t come to you willingly as all the other elements did. You always seemed to have to coax it out. You felt it and it’s velvety texture and slowly let your mind grab it.
Once it willing let you take it all you aimed it towards all for containers. You prepared yourself for the shock and once you thought you were mentally ready you fired the shadows at all the containers making them shatter. You clearly weren’t as ready for the shock as you thought because when it hit you you slammed to the ground shaking.
“Y/N?” A muffled voice called to you. You opened your eyes and almost started crying. Everyone had gotten out but you were still stuck. Bucky smashed his left fist into the container only to have it shock him and make the arm stop working.
“Seriously?” he complained.
“You...have to...get away.” You mumbled to Wanda knowing she’d be able to understand you.
“Maybe I can use a shard from the other container and get you out.” Wanda pleaded.
You shook your head. “Go…. get… Steve.” She looked at me sadly. “I’ll meet you… halfway.”
She nodded as Bucky picked up Natasha. Wanda gave you one last look and then ran away before anyone noticed.
Steve
When Steve’s phone rang he practically broke it just trying to hit answer. “Hello?”
“Somewhere in the middle of… I think New Mexico.” Was the first thing Wanda said.
“Wanda?”
“We were taken somewhere in the middle of New Mexico. Bucky, Natasha and I made it out but Y/N is still trapped in there!”
“Bucky’s there. Put him on the phone.”
Wanda groaned but Steve could hear her hand the phone over.
“We are I believe New Mexico. I know you probably have this phone bugged. We need to get Y/N out.”
“Bucky what’s going on why are you awake?”
“They didn’t tell you? I woke up a few days ago. But worry about that later your wife is about to get tested on.”
“Okay.” Steve looked up at Clint who was pinpointing their location. When Clint got it he showed Steve the location. “You guys are in Death Valley National park.”
“Where the fuck is that?”
“California.”
“Oh.”
“We are coming right now.”
__________________________
Wade
“Death Valley? How am I supposed to get there?” Wade asked.
“You can borrow the jet.” The professor smiled at him.
“So Y/N wasn’t sent by you?”
“I did not, I'm sorry to disappoint.”
“It’s okay. I have to go save my secretary now.” Wade picked up your gun. “She probably misses it.”
_____________________________
Reader
(Two days later)
Some guards tossed you back into your container. Blood splattered against the clear surface as you struggled to get on your knees.
“Good work today Y/N. Maybe tomorrow we’ll start the mind wipe. The test won’t hurt as much after.” The scientist laughed and slammed the door leaving you alone.
You couldn’t see out of your left eye. Your right leg had been cut open and the muscles poked and prodded. They didn’t even bother to sew you up the cut. You made a small flame at the tip of your finger and moved on your side so that you could see the gash. You screamed out as you pushed the flesh together and got ready. “I fucking hate everything.” You mumbled as you pressed the flame to the cut. You screamed so loud you felt your throat burn. You wouldn’t have a voice tomorrow but you had to get the cut closed. What probably only took a few seconds felt like hours. The pain was so horrible and yet still not as bad as what they had done.
_______________________
You were close to blacking out but you could hear knocking on the door. Then a voice you thought you would never hear in a place like this.
“Secretary? Are you in this one?” Deadpool stuck his head in the room and looked directly at you. “There you are! You, young lady, have some explaining to do!” He walked up to the door of the container. “I talked to your ‘boss’,” He did quotation marks with his hands. “He said he didn’t hire you! So who do you work for!”
You rolled your good eye. “Let’s get you out of here.” He went and pulled on the door only to have it swing open. He looked at you. “Seriously?” You pointed to your leg.
Wade walked up to you and lifted you up. As he walked into the hallway with you in his arms a guard walked around the corner. Wade froze trying to think of how to get out of it. The poor guard didn’t have time to even attack because an arrow shot an inch past Wade’s face hitting the guard in the face.
“Who’s this?” Clint said walking up behind the two of you. He sighed when he looked at how beat up you were. “You okay?”
“Don’t bother Legolas, she isn’t talking,” Wade said holding you a bit tighter seeing as he didn’t really know who Clint was.
You motioned weakly at Clint to look at you. When he did you signed to him about why you didn’t have a voice.
“Oh. Okay.” Clint shrugged.
“You understood that?” Wade asked.
“I’m deaf. Y/N and I were partners for a bit so I taught her ASL in case we ever needed it.”
“Sounds like a drug.”
“It’s American Sign Language.”
“Oh, I’m Canadian.”
“Fascinating. You know they use LSQ and ASL in Canada right?” Wade looked silently at Clint. Which annoyed him. “Okay, nevermind just hand Y/N over.”
“No! My assistant. Get your own.” The sudden jolt of Wade moving you away made you groan softly. “Shit sorry.”
You coughed which hurt but brought your voice back a bit. “Stop fighting.” You whispered. You turned to Clint, “Where’s Steve?”
“He should be here soon. You okay?” You nodded. “You sound like shit.” You nodded again and pointed to your leg. “Please tell me you tried to seal up the cut by burning it?” You nodded. Clint sighed again and rubbed the top of your head softly. “You were strong. But your brother’s going to kill you.”
That’s when you all heard the loud crash. “Speaking of.” Clint mused.
“What the fuck was that? A bomb?” Wade jumped.
“Worse,” Clint said lifting you from Wade’s arms and stepping out of the line of fire.
“My brother.” You said weakly as The Hulk smashed through the hallway taking Wade with him.
Both you and Clint looked in the hole Bruce had made. “He can regenerate, right?”
You nodded.
The hulk hurried back after realizing he passed you. He stopped and looked at you keeping his hands back so he wouldn’t hurt you more. You smiled softly and gave him a thumbs up. “Why did you go green?” You asked in a soft whisper.
The Hulk looked down sad like he was getting scolded. “If you are looking for the guy who did this though,” He looked up at you. “His lab is that way. Don’t kill him though. I’m sure Steve has some words for him.”
Hulk smirked and rampaged off in the direction you sent him. “Y/N,” Steve yelled running up to you. Clint let Steve take you out of his arms as he held you tightly hugging you and falling to his knees on the floor. “I’m so sorry it took so long. Please tell me you are okay.”
“Aside from being blind in one eye and a huge cut on my leg. Oh and I think he broke some bones. But I’ll live.” Steve almost cried as he held your cheeks softly and kissed you.
“I love you,” Steve said before kissing you again.
“I love you too.”
“What. The. Fuck!” Wade yelled. You looked over and he was pointing at you and Steve. “I fucking knew it!”
“Wade.” You said softly. “I think it’s time you know. I’m not actually an X-men. I’m an Avenger….” Wade looked at you. “But you were wrong. I’m not dating Captain America.” Steve then looked at you funny. “I’m not dating him, because we are actually married.”
Wade looked like he was going to pass out.
“My name is Y/N Rogers.”
#Avengers#Avenger#avenger fanfiction#Steve Rogers#steve rogers x reader#honeymoon redo#honeymoon#wade wilson#deadpool
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kong: Skull Island- Surgeries and Cover Stories
Pairing: Reg Slivko x Irene Brown
James Conrad x Irene Brown (brother-sister relationship)
Jack Chapman x Irene Brown (brother-sister relationship)
Summary: Reg and Irene are taken to a hospital. They can be fixed, but can they come up with a story for their wounds?
Warnings: hospital, mentions of surgery, wounds, cursing, etc
Word Count: 3041
I focused my ears on the mechanical hum of the metal fan in the ceiling above me. James was holding my good hand, and Jack was absently running his fingers through my dirty hair. He had promised me we could wash it later, but my mind was too gone to care. I had passed out on the helicopter, curled up against Reg. I had woken up about ten minutes ago, in a bright white room on an uncomfortable hospital bed. The doctors were explaining what they were going to do with my arm. I zoned out again, mind spinning lazily. They must’ve given me some sort of pain killer.
“Irene.” James broke my trace, his face positioned over mine.
I blinked, brain fumbling for words but coming up blank as I stared at him. Jack’s hands brushed my hair away once more.
“They’re going to fix your arm. Chapman and I will be here when you wake up. Okay?”
I blinked again, time slowing down. I nodded and mumbled a noise of affirmation. I got two kisses on the forehead and a hand squeeze before a lady with scrubs on smiled with her eyes and told me to count backwards from ten.
***
“I need to talk to Reles and Mills.” A voice drowned in a southern accent lured me out of my haze.
My ears processed something about a report, but everything was muffled. Someone snorted. I tried to reach out for them, but my arm felt heavy. I mumbled something but my tongue and brain were disconnected, and I wasn’t sure what really left my lips.
There was a laugh, and then someone squeezed my right hand. I grumbled at the realization of the uncomfortable pressure in my left arm. I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate with me. I groaned loudly, pushing my head back into the pillows. The same laugh as before came again.
“Just hang on, Bitsy.” The hand squeezed mine again.
I felt the bed whir under me as I was moved to sit up. I sighed before opening my eyes, adjusting much easier to the dim yellow lighting than the sharp white one from earlier. I blinked a few times before realizing I was looking at James, who was leaning in expectantly, hands clasped around one of mine.
“Hey kiddo.”
I turned to see Jack leaning against the wall at the feet of the bed, arms crossed and a soft smile on his otherwise drained face. The bags under his eyes were prominent, and his eyes looked tired.
“How’re you feeling?”
I turned back to James, who was now smiling. I shrugged as the numb feeling in my arm threatened to spread back into my mind.
“I’ve been better.” My voice cracked.
I frowned, clearing my throat. It was dry, and my efforts doubled as I broke into a cough. Jack rushed to my other side with a cup of water that seemed to come out of nowhere. I tried to chug it, but he pulled it away with a look of disapproval.
“Take it slow, kiddo.”
I let out a breath through my nose, sitting back and looking down at my arm, placed cautiously in a blue sling that suddenly felt like it was digging into my neck. My arm was wrapped from my wrist to just before my elbow in a white bandage.
“You have to do your best not to move it for a little while, okay?”
I scoffed, annoyed. How was I supposed to do anything with one arm?
“Don’t worry, Ire.” James read the look on my face. “We’re all more than happy to help both of you with your recoveries.”
Both. Both? Both! My eyes widened and I sat up straight.
“Where is he?”
“Calm down.” Jack laughed, both hands up.
“He’s in surgery. We asked them to let us know when he’s out.” James placed a hand on my shoulder, easing me back into the bed.
“How long has it been?” I asked, anxiety ramping.
“An hour or so.” Jack leaned against the wall opposite to James now.
I sighed. “Do you think he’s okay?”
“I’m sure he’s fine.” James’s tone was soft.
Before I could ask anything else, there was a knock on the door. Jack called out to let them know they could come in. A tall girl a few years older than me walked in, dark hair tied into a bun on her head. She smiled, keeping her clipboard tucked under her arm as she squirted hand sanitizer into her hand.
“Hi Irene, Mo-” She cut herself off as she saw that I wasn’t surrounded by a pair of parents.
I watched as she struggled to find a word. We were all too different to be siblings. The boys had eyes too light and I had a button nose and lips too full and I was beyond small compared to both of them. Not to mention, we each spoke with a different accent.
“They’re my brothers.” I croaked.
“Oh. Well, my name’s Jenna. How’re you feeling?” Her smile was polite.
I nodded. “I’m okay.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that. I just need to take your vitals, and then the doctor will be in in an hour or two to let you know about the care for your arm. How does that sound?” She pulled a pair of blue gloves on and I shifted uncomfortably.
I hated hospitals, and the noise of the gloves slapping against her skin only made me hyper aware of the fact that I was indeed in a hospital and I wasn’t going to get out any time soon. Jack sat next to me on the bed, giving my knee a reassuring squeeze. James kissed the side of my head before moving aside so Jenna could do her job.
She took my temperature and the metal of the thermometer hit my teeth. I cringed with my entire body, shoulders shaking and toes curling tightly. Jack squeezed again, sighing sadly. Jenna took my blood pressure and I felt ready to pass out as my arm was squeezed harder than I wanted. She pulled a stethoscope out, slipping it under the collar of the gown to put it on my skin. I flinched at the cold.
“Take a few deep breaths.” She spoke softly.
I complied, closing my eyes in hopes of it going by faster. I shuddered as she took it back, cold gloves brushing my skin. I made eye contact with Jack, who was full of sympathetic smiles.
“It looks like you’re doing fine. The doctor will be in soon.” She smiled, tossing her gloves in the trashcan before leaving the room.
I sighed. “Hospitals suck.”
They both nodded, eyes trained on something in their own minds. I shifted onto my good side with a grumble. I pushed at the pillow until I was comfortable, then I closed my eyes. My brothers were thinking of whatever else. James was probably on the subject of the island, of the Skull Crawlers and the other animals. Jack was probably on Gracie and Billy. I picked Reg.
I smiled to myself. Eyes so dark you couldn’t tell what color they really were. Floppy brown hair that was super soft. Pink lips that weren’t perfect, but I could’ve kissed them all day long.
There was another knock at the door. I rolled my eyes, train of thought gone. James called out this time, and a man their age walked in, smile more genuine than Jenna’s had been.
“The test results came back. Neither of you have anything to worry about. Also, your warrant officer is awake and he’s asking for you, Irene.”
I sat up, looking between my brothers.
“Thank you, Charlie.” James nodded, smiling.
Charlie nodded back before leaving the room.
“What was he talking about?”
“They had to make sure neither of us had any diseases. Now. Do you want to see Slivko or not?” James stood.
“Yes I wanna see him.” I scoffed.
“Come on then.” Jack held a hand out for me as they both helped me up.
My legs worked better than I expected them to, but I was still a little woozy and my arm felt weird in the sling. I held onto James’s hand for support as we shuffled out of the room. The tiles of the floor were cold under my feet, and I looked down at my toes to see them paler than my legs were.
“You tanned with boots on.” James laughed into my ear.
I looked up to scowl at him as Jack talked to one of the nurses. He turned back to me and brushed my hair out of my face as she got up, ready to lead the way to my boy.
“You’re clean now.” Jack grinned, turning to follow the nurse.
“Jay?”
He hummed in response, eyes wandering around the hospital hall, decorated with thank you cards and pictures of patients, and a section with different animals on it.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Reles and Mills are still on the ship in Thailand. They rushed Slivko out of there and well obviously, you, because you were both losing blood fast. Chapman had to practically force his way out, because he wanted to be with you.”
“Okay, but what about Mason and Hank? And Houston and San?” I stopped, almost running face first into Jack.
“They’re getting tested for diseases too. Marlow has to go through a whole legal process. You’ll see them in a bit.” James squeezed my hand.
Jack said something to the nurse and she smiled back before leaving. Jack turned to look at me, gesturing to the open door.
“Here’s your boyfriend.”
James snorted and I only smiled. I took my hand back from my brother and walked through the doorway, thrown back into dark, soft lighting. My ears picked up the beeps of machines and a small sigh.
“Hey doll.” His voice cracked in the middle of the words, but I was relieved to hear it nonetheless.
“Hi.” I moved to his side, pushing my fingers through his hair.
“Sit.” He patted the space between his side and the edge of the bed.
I sighed, settling against his hip. He let his hand fall in my lap, giving me his grin. He looked over at Jack and James and smiled.
“We’ll be outside if you need us.” Jack said before pulling James out of the room and closing the door.
“How are you?” He brought his hand up to my cheek.
I leaned into his touch, sighing again. I pressed my lips against his hand before pulling it back down to my lap, scooting closer to him. He sat up straighter, wincing slightly. I looked at his leg over my shoulder. It was wrapped up, propped up over the blanket. He pulled at my hand, bringing my attention back to him. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned closer, pushing my lips against his. He hummed happily, snaking one hand through my hair while the other slipped between my knees, pulling me closer to him.
“You never answered my question.” He mumbled as I pulled away.
I laughed, hand trailing down his arm to his wrist.
“I’ll live. Are you okay?”
He nodded. “Better now that I know you’re okay.”
I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t stop the smile growing on my face. “You always say that.”
“It’s the truth.” He shrugged, smiling again.
There was a knock on the door before it cracked open, Jack sticking his head in.
“Good, you’re both still wearing clothes.” He let the door swing open and James came in behind him.
“Just in time too, these hospital gowns are such a turn on.” Reg squeezed my knee with a wink.
I laughed again, readjusting myself so that my back was against his side and we were both facing my brothers. He hooked an arm around my waist, sighing happily as I leaned back against him.
“Alright. Slivko, you know we’re all gonna have to write a report.” Jack sighed as he sat in one of the chairs next to the bed.
His face was clean, a bandage over the cuts on the side of his head and his eyebrow. He was still in his now sleeveless uniform, which was ripped in places. His arms were dirty, and his hair was sticking up at an odd angle. I looked to James, who had stubble growing on his face, which was still dirty. Neither of them had stopped to clean themselves up.
“Yeah, how exactly are we going about that?” Reg asked, breaking my train of thought.
“We all have to come to an agreement on what can and can’t be said about the island, for starters. Which means we have to talk about everything that happened.” Jack explained.
“Doesn’t that mean we have to all be in the same room? Or at the very least, all talking to each other?” I spoke up.
Jack nodded. “As soon as Weaver and the others are done with their tests, we’re gonna meet up and get Reles and Mills on the phone. I already talked to Jackson in communications, and he said he can get us a secured line.”
“We’ve already decided that the injuries you two have are from an anaconda. How exactly did it go down?” James started.
“We have to decide which kind of anaconda first.” I cut in.
“But it’s just … an anaconda.” Reg mumbled.
“There’s different classifications. Yellow anacondas are more likely to bite, but green anacondas are generally larger. Either way, I don’t think their fangs could cause bites like this.” I shrugged my shoulder, gesturing to my arm.
“Okay, what if it wasn’t an anaconda then?” Reg shifted behind me.
“What other snake could cause a wound like that?” James asked.
I bit at my lip, running through large snakes that lived in tropical environments.
“I mean, there’s pythons. They’re big too. They have bigger fangs than anacondas. But still, I don’t …” I sighed. “I don’t think they could cause anything like this either.”
“What if it wasn't a snake? Komodo dragons are essentially huge lizards, aren’t they?” Jack offered.
I shook my head again, sighing. “No, their bites are toxic. Reg and I would both be way worse if a komodo dragon hurt us.”
I felt my arm pulse as we all spaced out, thinking of what could’ve done this to us that wasn’t a Skull Crawler. I had gotten bit, but Reg had gotten torn by a claw. The hole in my arm was too big to be from any snake.
“If only lions lived in the jungle.” Jack huffed.
“Tigers!” Reg shouted from behind me.
My mind skipped to him and Hank’s disagreement about who was a better baseball team. I only nodded slowly, piecing together the facts in my head.
“A tiger works.” I mumbled.
“A tiger?” James gave me a skeptical look.
“It’s more believable that we took down a tiger than an anaconda. Tigers have the longest fangs in the animal kingdom.”
“How long?” Reg asked.
“Five inches.” I turned to him, then back to James. “Five inches could go clean through my arm, no doubt.”
“What about the claws?” Jack asked.
“Four inches. Enough to tear into his leg like that.” I nodded again.
“Okay. What type of tiger?” James again.
“Siberian would be ideal, but they don’t live in the tropics. Bengal tiger’s believable anyways.”
“Alright. We got attacked by a tiger. How did we take it down?”
“Let me guess, having pushed it off a cliff isn’t believable.” Jack snorted.
I shook my head. “No, but we can tie up other loose ends there.”
Reg sighed, a somber look on his face. He knew what I meant by loose ends. We had lost people, and we needed to find a way to explain it.
“Cole gave himself up for us. Stayed behind to distract the tiger. Didn’t make it. That’s how we got away.”
Jack and I nodded in agreement, but James stared for a few seconds.
“Wouldn’t a tiger have followed us into the water?”
“Usually it wouldn’t but … that’s how we lost Nieves.” My head bopped back and forth. “It dragged him off the ploat. It was distracted long enough for us to get away.”
“How’d we get it off Slivko? How come it didn’t eat him?” Jack started to grill us, but I knew it was to cover their own asses.
“I shot it, that’s why it bit me.”
“But it didn’t kill you either. What happened?”
“That’s when Cole ran at it with his rifle. The tiger let Irene go before whipping around to attack him. Marlow and Mills picked Slivko up, you picked Irene up, and we ran.” James jumped in.
Jack nodded. “Okay. We got attacked by a tiger.”
I nodded too, followed by James and Reg.
“Sounds good to me.”
Somebody knocked on the door.
“Come in!” Jack shouted.
The door opened and a woman in scrubs walked in, a professional air around her.
“I’m Dr. Ramirez. I did your surgery, officer.” She smiled politely, talking to Reg.
“Nice to meet you, doc. Thanks for fixing up my leg.”
She nodded, pulling a pair of gloves on. I went to get up, but Reg’s arm tightened around my waist.
“Is she in the way here?” He asked her.
She looked up and eyed me, before realizing what his question was. “No, she can stay.”
She checked what she had to check in silence, and James and I kept making eye contact. His leg was moving up and down, and Jack was picking at his fingernails. Reg threaded his fingers through mine.
“Your friends are waiting outside. Would you like me to send them in?” She asked as she pulled the gloves off.
Reg looked down at me and then up at Jack. We both shrugged.
“Yeah, please.”
She nodded before opening the door and motioning to the people outside. She left and a second later the door opened and Mason and the others flooded in. They smiled before settling around the room.
Jack sighed before sitting up straight. “So here’s the cover story.”
Previous: Rescued
Next: Next (literally it’s just called that)
#kong skull island#skull island#kong skull island fic#james conrad x sister!reader#james conrad x oc#irene conrad brown#jack chapman x oc#jack chapman x sister!reader#mason#weaver#mason weaver#reg slivko#reg slivko imagine#slivko x reader#kong#king kong#thomas mann#thomas mann x reader#thomas mann x oc#james conrad#james conrad x sister#james conrad x sister!oc#jack chapman#jack champan x sister!reader#jack chapman x sister!oc#reg slivko x reader#reg slivko x oc#micwrites
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chaos Theory
Part Ten
(Finale. I scheduled this whole series so the final part would go up on Halloween. This fic is my spooky special! Hope you guys have enjoyed reading as much as I’ve had fun writing <3)
"I hate this guy so much,” Marvin muttered. “He gives us no information, then makes us climb stairs.”
He also tried to kill us, JJ added.
“Well, that’s a given.”
Chase didn’t participate in the banter. He was too busy making sure Schneep was getting up the staircase well enough. A difficult job, when his friend kept stumbling and tripping over the steps. Chase was going to make sure nothing happened to him. Because god, he’d spent the last few hours terrified and grieving and he wasn’t going to let that repeat ever again.
“Huh. There’s a door. The last staircase didn’t have a door.” Marvin stepped aside so the others could see the metal door blocking their way to the third floor.
Chase frowned. “That looks...ominous. But, well, we have to open it, so do it already.”
Marvin nodded, grabbed the handle, and with a heave he pushed the door open. The four staggered into the room beyond.
A voice rang out. “Welcome, everyone, to the final challenge!”
The room was brightly-lit, studio lights shining into every shadowy corner. Cameras were set up around the walls, and the walls themselves were lined with screens. A few were linked to the cameras in the room, but many showed areas around the city, including the exteriors and interiors of all the buildings that the group had visited during the course of this twisted game.
“Guys!” A voice shouted, followed by a clattering rattle.
Part of the room was blocked off, a wire mesh reaching from floor-to-ceiling, caging off a corner. Inside the blocked-off section was Jackie, fingers poking through the mesh holes as he shook it.
“Jackie!” Marvin shouted, distressed.
What happened? JJ asked.
“What happened was this fucking coward decided to shoot me with a dart and I passed out,” Jackie said, scowling. “But nevermind about that. Are you okay? Wait...wait, Henrik?!”
“Surprise, he’s alive!” Chase said, smiling despite the situation. Schneep managed to focus on Jackie and give a small wave.
“Oh my god.” Jackie shook his head, grabbing his hair with his hands. “Oh my god,” he repeated with a breathy laugh and a smile. But that relief faded to confusion. “How, though? I-I saw—”
“What you saw was no more than a clever—and expensive—ruse,” a voice said. “Believe it or not, finding really good fake bodies is pretty difficult. Especially if you’re not going to explain what you’re using them for.”
Everyone’s attention turned towards the source of the voice. On the opposite wall, an especially large screen was mounted on the wall, displaying a blank red image. Underneath the screen was what looked like a makeshift control panel, a desk with all sorts of electronic, technical devices, wires running from consoles of buttons and disappearing into the walls. In front of the control station was a simple swivel desk chair. And sitting in the chair was a man wearing a mask.
“Oh my god, it’s him,” Chase gaped, unconsciously shifting his body so he was in between the man—the gamemaster—and Schneep.
“Oh great! I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Marvin’s eyes flared bright green.
“Whoa, hey, before you go any further, let me explain why you’re not going to want to do that.” The gamemaster picked up a device from the table, one resembling a remote control. “Now, you should notice how you four are standing on tile, but the floor beneath your friend Jackieboy’s feet is made of metal. Do you see that small box near the ceiling? That’s wired up to deliver 6 amps of electricity through that area. Which may not sound like a lot, but—” He laughed. “—is actually definitely enough to kill a human being. And that’s going to go off in, oh...let’s see, how long is it until your time’s up for the game?” A timer popped up on the screen behind him, showing 22 minutes, counting downward. “Oh yeah, that long! Unless I deactivate it with the code that I keep stored inside my head and nowhere else.”
Marvin’s eyes dimmed back to their normal blue. He looked the gamemaster over. He didn’t look like anything special. Wasn’t taller or heavier than average. His hair was ordinary brown, and wild like someone had messed it up in a fit of rage. He wore a black jacket, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt with that symbol—red skull inside a circle divided in four parts—on the chest. But then there was that mask. That red mask with that white smile, and black eyes that you could feel staring at you. Not to mention how this guy apparently planned out everything. “Fuck you,” Marvin growled, but he made no further move.
But there has to be a way to get Jackie out of here! JJ signed. Is there some way to get that code?
“There has to be,” Chase said. He looked at the gamemaster. “Look, there’s gotta be a way for us to win this, right? You wouldn’t put us in an impossible situation! That would kinda defeat the purpose of this being a game.”
“You’re right!” The gamemaster twirled the remote like a baton. “You guys have gotten farther than anyone’s gotten in a long time, but can you go all the way? Why don’t you all take a seat? I bet you’re getting tired of carrying your doctor friend around, and I can tell you that’s not going to wear off for a while.”
Schneep had the presence of mind to flip the gamemaster off.
“Second time tonight, that’s a new record.” The gamemaster leaned back in his chair. “Alright. Here’s how it’s going to work. I’m going to ask you four riddles. You can work together to solve them. If you get them all right before time runs out, then you win! If you don’t get them all before the time limit, then that current’s going to set off. And if you give me a wrong answer at any point, you get a warning shock. Alright?”
Chase had never before wanted to shoot anyone so badly. He looked around at the others.
“Guys, we’re not really in a position to negotiate,” Jackie said. He was surprisingly calm, for being told his life depended on getting the right answers on a riddle quiz.
“Negotiate with my flaming—ugh, fine,” Marvin grumbled. He sat on the floor, crossing his legs. “Might as well get comfortable.”
I suppose we have to, JJ sighed.
“Yeah.” Chase looked back at the gamemaster. “Okay, we’re ready for your riddles.”
“Great!” The gamemaster clapped his hands once, then stopped halfway before clapping again. “Here, first one’s a freebie. What walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?”
Oh that one! JJ signed. I know that one.
“It’s like, the stages of life, isn’t it?” Jackie asked, biting his thumbnail. “Baby, then adult, then an old person with a cane.”
“Technically kids walk on two legs, too,” Marvin pointed out. “And teenagers.”
“It’s simplified,” the gamemaster said. “But anyway, you got that one right! Good job, point for you.” He pressed a button on the control station, and a green checkmark appeared on the screen beneath the timer. “Now, second riddle. Listen carefully to the words: Can you answer this? If there’s a room with seven people, then you walk in and murder four, how many people are in the room?”
There was silence for a moment. Then Marvin spoke, “Five, right? Cause you’ll stay in the room, the four dead bodies will stay in there too, but the three people would probably run away.”
“Are we counting dead bodies as people?” Chase asked.
I think we would, that would make the riddle more difficult at first glance, JJ added.
“Yeah, so five?” Jackie asked.
“Five. The answer is five,” Chase said.
“Oh, I’m sorry ‘bout that.” The gamemaster pressed a button on the remote.
Jackie suddenly shrieked, jumping and stumbling back. “Sh-shit,” he stammered. “That—that—I wasn’t expecting—”
“Oh my god, are you okay?!” Chase asked, half-reaching towards the mesh wall before realizing it might shock him too.
“I-I-I’m fine,” Jackie said, shaking his head. “I just...that felt...weird.”
“Do we not count the bodies, then?” Marvin asked, pulling his fingers nervously.
“I mean, I guess we don’t?” Chase guessed. “But I don’t want to get it wrong agai—ow! Schneep, did you poke me?”
Schneep had. “Words...” he said. “Listen...listen to the...word...ing.” Even that small phrase had taken a lot of effort to push through whatever haze of drug was in his system, and his head immediately fell forward. Chase staggered a bit as Schneep leaned more weight on him.
“Listen to the wording?” Marvin frowned. “The riddle was ‘if there’s a room with seven people, then you walk in and murder four, how many people are in the room?’ What could you hear in the wording there?”
JJ’s eyes widened. No, that wasn’t all! he signed hurriedly. There was a first question. He asked, ‘can you answer this?’ It’s a yes or no question!
Chase’s jaw dropped. “Oh, you bitch. Alright, then. Yes, we can answer that question.”
“There you go!” Another checkmark appeared on the screen behind the gamemaster.. “Doing pretty good for time. Now, this one’s a simple format of a riddle, pretty standard. Now...what belongs to you, but other people use it more than you?”
“My fucking...YouTube videos, I dunno,” Chase mumbled. He laughed suddenly. “What about ‘my life’!? That’s totally the answer, guys.”
“Chase, please, don’t fall apart now,” Jackie said softly. “We can do this. We have plenty of time left.”
“My...breath when I’m giving CPR,” Marvin mumbled, rubbing his head.
JJ frowned. I don’t think it’s anything that specific.
“Well, obviously, we’re just throwing things out there right now,” Jackie said. “Gets you warmed up.”
“What, you weren’t warmed up by my last four sets of puzzles?” The gamemaster sounded slightly offended. He shook his head.” Well, that was three wrong answers in a row.”
Chase’s eyes widened. “Wait, no, those don’t—”
Jackie screamed, falling to the floor. A few loose blue sparks danced around the mesh. Once it was over, he lay on the floor, panting. JJ dropped to the floor beside him and started asking if he was alright. Chase would’ve done the same, if he wasn’t concerned he’d drop Schneep. Marvin, meanwhile, shot to his feet. “Those clearly weren’t serious attempts, you fuckwad!” he shouted.
“But they were attempts!” The gamemaster laughed. “And any attempt is a good one. Unless, of course, it’s wrong.”
“I’m going to kill you. I’m seriously going to kill you once this is over,” Marvin said in a low voice. “You better hope you can run fast enough.”
“Kill the body all you want, you’ll never be able to get rid of me.” The gamemaster’s tone shifted suddenly, becoming dangerously serious. Then it returned to normal. “But hey, you still don’t have the answer. How much time do you have left again?”
JJ suddenly looked up, and made a simple sign. It was like a flick; he touched his index and middle finger to his forehead, then twisted his wrist until his fingers were facing in front of his face.
“‘Name’?” Marvin repeated, confused.
“Oh, wait, that’s the answer!” Chase said excitedly. “Your name! It’s yours, but you don’t really use it except to sign papers, other people use it for you all the time.”
“Oh, very good.” The gamemaster sounded impressed. Another check mark appeared on screen. “And now...your final challenge.” He stood up, and recited:
“Only one color, but not one size.
Stuck at the bottom, yet I easily fly.
Present in sun, but not in rain.
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What am I?”
“Ah fuck, it’s a multiple clue one, I hate these,” Marvin mumbled. “What’s present in the sun but not in rain? Like a—”
“Don’t say anything!” Chase shrieked. “Any answer counts!”
Well, he can’t understand sign, JJ said, suddenly grinning. What if we talked so he couldn’t know if we were guessing or not?
Marvin’s eyes widened, and he smiled as well. I like the way you think, he signed. His hands were slower than JJ’s, but somehow elegant. I was thinking some kind of insect or animal.
Jackie slowly stood up, shaking off the effects of the shock and processing the conversation. No, that wouldn’t make sense for the color and size clues, he signed. His movements were slower and bigger, but they got the point across. What animal comes in different sizes but just one color?
Besides, animals feel pain, JJ added.
So now we know it’s an inanimate object! Marvin argued. That’s a start.
“...You know, I feel like you’re plotting,” the gamemaster suddenly said. “Maybe I should...stop that.” He took out the remote again.
Marvin’s head whipped toward him. “No—!”
Too late. Jackie screamed again, falling against the mesh wall this time, muscles spasming. For a moment, his mouth opened and closed silently, and then his breathing resumed.
“Okay, we’re gonna have to...figure this out on our own,” Marvin said, stunned.
They all fell silent. JJ knelt by Jackie, checking on him again. Marvin scrunched his eyes closed, pushing his hands against them and swaying as he thought. Chase, for his part, sank to the floor. Schneep leaned against his side, a few mumbled words escaping as he tried to figure out the riddle too. But Chase could only watch the timer count down.
Was it going to end here? There were worse places for it. But still, if it was going to end, he didn’t want it to be here. There were cameras recording, this sick gamemaster would probably get some amusement from it, and everything was brightly lit. There wasn’t even a shadow to hide in—
Chase stopped. Wait a minute...he glanced over to Jackie, who didn’t look too good, still slightly trembling from the last shock. If he was wrong, then...he looked back at the timer. And he took a deep breath. “It’s a shadow,” he said.
The others looked at him.
“The answer, it’s a shadow,” Chase repeated. “It’s always black, but it changes shape depending on what’s making it. It’s stuck on the ground. You need the sun to make one. And it’s not alive, so it can’t do harm or feel pain.”
Silence. And then, the gamemaster began laughing. “Well, done, Mr. Chase Brody!” He began clapping. “Well, guess you’re better at this than your name would have you think.”
“Gee, thanks,” Chase said dryly.
“You’re welcome!” The gamemaster typed something out on the remote’s keypad. The timer on the screen stopped, three and a half minutes left. There was a slight buzz, and a previously unnoticeable door in the mesh wall swung open. Instantly JJ darted inside, lifting Jackie up and half-dragging him out.
“I have to say, I’m impressed.” The gamemaster dropped the remote. “You’d be surprised how many people don’t finish this game. A lot of people watch just because they want them to fail, but I think it’s a lot more interesting when someone wins. I applaud you. All of you.”
“I’m sorry, ‘people watch’?” Chase repeated. He looked at the cameras around the room.
“Of course. You don’t think I go to all this effort and then just don’t show off?” The gamemaster chuckled. “Besides, I need funds for this. And the easiest way to do that is to make people pay to see it.”
Jackie suddenly burst into laughter. “You’re a Dark Web vlogger,” he giggled. “I-I’m not surprised.”
“I am not a vlogger, I just make games for people to enjoy. There’s a difference.”
“Can we shut up about this?!” Marvin turned to the gamemaster, approaching him before stopping halfway. “What’s going to save you now, huh?!” His eyes turned green.
“Nothing, really.” The gamemaster shrugged. “But you won’t. Not because you’re a good person, but because...do you really want the others to see you do something like that?”
Marvin stiffened, looking over his shoulder at the others. They were all staring at him. “Fuck,” he muttered. He turned back to the gamemaster. “You, sir, are an absolute dickface of a DM. You stalk us for two years at least, and you expect to just get away with it! You may walk out of here now, but will you in the future?”
“That’s a good question. I mean, some people are always up for a sequel, aren’t they?” The gamemaster tilted his head. “And for the record, I’ve been following you for three years.”
“Why?!” Jackie suddenly blurted out.
“Well...I was actually originally interested in your friend Jack.” He laughed at the shock on their faces. “Oh yeah. Those interesting little moments in his videos, October three years ago? I thought that was his own little ARG he was setting up, and I’m not one to turn that down. But then I realized, it’s no augmented reality...for you it’s just reality.” He paused. “It’s...interesting, how many people attached to YouTube find themselves staring into an evil that wears their own face. Whether that’s a pair of demon twins hunting the souls of your listeners, a rogue virus that’s copied your face—or mask, in that case—or a twisted entity made out of the dark twisted souls of a pair of siblings you wronged in your past life. It’s almost like something about the platform attracts the supernatural and unexplained...” He shrugged. “But that’s just a theory.”
Jackie got to his feet. “So...you expect us to just let you walk out of here?”
“Actually, I expect you to walk out of here and leave me alone. And, well, if you won’t, I do have this.” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun. “Can’t hurt to be safe.”
JJ shook his head. You’re mad.
“Oh hey! I know that one!” He imitated the sign. “I should really learn more of that, or maybe ASL. That could be useful. But that’s for the future.”
Chase narrowed his eyes. “Are you going to leave us alone after this?”
The mask’s smile seemed to widen. “What do you think?”
Silence.
“Well, now.” The gamemaster sat back down in his chair once again, taking the safety off the gun. “I think you know the way out, don’t you?”
And with nothing else to do, and a feeling of unsatisfaction, they left.
— — — — —
“We can’t seriously just let that guy go!” Marvin said the moment they were out of the building. “He could come after us at any moment!”
“Marvin, yes, I agree,” Jackie said tiredly. “He’s a danger to us and to other innocents. But it’s nearly 6:30 in the morning. None of us have slept. Schneep’s still fucking...I dunno, half-unconscious, and I’m feeling pretty shitty myself. We can’t do anything right now.”
Marvin actually stomped his foot. “Fine. Yes. But it sucks!”
It does, JJ agreed. Honestly, as soon as we are able, we should go after him.
Jackie bit his lip. “That’s gonna be tough...I’ll bet you anything this guy’s good at covering his tracks. Maybe I could do some hacking, try to find whatever Dark Web website he’s posting these...games on. But I don’t know.”
“Guys, please, not now,” Chase said dully. “I...I want to go home.”
Jackie sighed, then gave a small, exhausted smile. “Yeah, me too. We should also maybe return the stolen car.”
“We can do that tomorrow, now let’s go the fuck to sleep,” Marvin said, climbing into the passenger seat of said stolen car.
Jackie laughed. “That sounds like a good idea.”
JJ, Jackie, and Schneep ended up in the back of the car, with Jackie sandwiched in the middle. Chase was still driving, turning on the car and setting off through roads that were starting to fill up with early morning traffic. The sky overhead was a dark blue, no longer black.
Jackie wrapped an arm around Schneep in a one-handed hug, pulling him close. He was really here. He saw him die, but he was really here. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” he muttered, blinking back hot tears. Schneep laughed under his breath, mumbling something about how he would try not to.
They had no way of knowing if this was over. Jackie was tired, burnt out from a night of adrenaline.
But they were all here. They were all okay. His friends were going to be okay.
Jackie sighed, closed his eyes, and it only took a few seconds for him to drift off.
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye fanfiction#jacksepticegos#septic egos#jackieboy man#chase brody#marvin the magnificent#jameson jackson#dr schneeplestein#chaostheoryfic
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Don’t Leave Me” OR: One is the Sickliest Number Part 2/2
@laimerrylin Here’s part 2!!! Get ready for some guilty caring Diego emotional whump, and some serious Luther whumpity-whump-whump :) :)
WARNING: Heavy on the sneeze content so if that makes you uncomfortable sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When Diego looked into the infirmary again, he was relieved to see that Luther had released Allison’s wrist and was once again relaxed on the table. And instead of leaving like she’d originally planned, Allison had stayed, and she was squeezing Luther’s hand gently.
“Th-hih! Thanks, Alliso-heh... Oh no.” Luther brought a gloveless hand up to his face and turned away from Allison as his breath hitched wildly. “Huh….huh...hihhih! Hihhuhh’NGKTchuh-hih! Hihhih’hnkgt-gnkt-ih-NGKT'chuh! Ow.” He winced and brought his hands up to his temples.
“Bless you! And how many times do I have to tell you to stop holding them in like that? You just make it hurt more.” Allison clicked her tongue, and Luther just shrugged his shoulders.
“Hurts anyway,” he rasped, and Allison winced; the congestion in his voice was much thicker than it had been mere moments ago.
“Oof. I think Mom was right, sounds like you might be getting another sinus infection. Holding back isn’t gonna do you any good, Lu.”
Luther just grumbled in response, and turned away from her to curl into the fetal position, but quickly returned to his original position when he found there wasn’t enough room on the operating table for him to do that.
“I hate the infirmary. I want my bed.”
“Here,” Allison ducked into the supply closet and pulled out two extra pillows, then gently lifted his head to slide them behind him. He shifted to get more comfortable and gave her a little half smile. “Isn’t that better?”
“Mmm,” Luther hummed in agreement, closing his eyes and finally appearing somewhat at peace. After a few seconds, though, his face crumbled, eyebrows raising and chest rising as his breath hitched wildly. “Huh….Hih? Hihhhih! HAH!....uhh.” his chest deflated with the false start, only to immediately rise again with a hitchy breath. “Hihhih’nGKT-ih’KGT-hhn’KGTchiew!” he jolted upright with each explosion. Afterwards he fell back onto the pillows with a sigh.
“Bless you, here.” Allison handed Luther some tissues, which he immediately brought up to his face with another hitching breath.
“Th-hih!” He finally opened his eyes and shot Allison a pitiful look. “Ugh, not agai-hihheh! Huh...hih!....uhhh...hihhihhih! Hh’nGXt!-ow. Hih! HhrESCHhh’TSCHiew! Hah! Hhhr’ENGTSHIEW! Hihh!.... Ihhhh? Uhh.” He slumped back onto the pillows and scrubbed at his nose with the tissues, face still contorted in pain. “I told you it was still gonna hurt.” Allison brought a hand to Luther’s face and pinched the tissues over his nose for him.
“Blow, you need it.” Luther dropped his hands to his sides with a groan but didn’t protest. Diego, still standing in the doorway, had to hold his breath to keep from laughing. But the laugh died down anyway when he heard how unproductive the nose-blow was, barely any sound coming out. Luther shook his head with a little whimper and turned his head to the side as Allison went full Mom-mode and inspected the contents of his used tissues.
“Yup. Someone’s got a sinus infection.”
“Again? Ugh.”
“Well if you didn’t stifle your sneezes into oblivion maybe you wouldn’t get them so often.” Luther just huffed in response and shut his eyes as a violent shiver coursed its way through his body. Allison looked up at the monitor, which read 105.1. “I can’t believe you’ve been sick for three days and didn’t say anything. And look where we are now. Luther, you need to tell us these things. You could have really hurt yourself.”
“Well Mom says I’m not contagious anymore, so you can all stop freaking out.”
“How can you expect us not to freak out when you’re this sick?”
“But Klaus is okay.” He said it earnestly and not with a hint of sarcasm. Allison heaved a sigh and touched his face, only pulling back when he winced a bit.
“Don’t let Diego get to you.”
The sibling in question, who was still watching from the doorway, quirked up a brow at the mention of his name.
“But he’s right. I always get Klaus sick.”
“He’s gotten you sick too.”
“So what?”
“Luther, your health is important to us, too.” Luther just shrugged.
“Not to Diego.”
Allison wasn’t really sure how to comfort him. Because, he was right. Diego was borderline obsessive over Klaus’ health, having seen him at death’s door on multiple occasions over the years when everyone else had forgotten about him. anything that posed a harm to Klaus, Diego treated like a threat. But given his longstanding issues with Luther, he was exceptionally harsh, and at times just downright mean. He’d yell at him for putting Klaus at risk, and even accused him at times of trying to get Klaus sick. Allison couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times Diego had literally made Luther cry; granted, that wasn’t hard when he was sick. Luther became very emotional when he had a fever, and unfortunately, he was prone to pretty high fevers given his condition.
“Luther,” she started, not really knowing how she’d finish her sentence, “that’s not true. Diego is just overprotective of Klaus, and I think he kinda gets tunnel vision when Klaus is in danger. I think he might have seen him go through some pretty rough stuff. I don’t know, he doesn’t talk about it. But it’s kinda like how I am with Claire,” Allison explained. “It’s like that one person is the only one who matters--”
“Allison, stop,” Luther cut in, tone agitated. “Stop trying to make it better. Diego hates me and my stupid immune system is no exception. He thinks it’s funny, I mean I can’t even sneeze without him laughing about it. He doesn’t care when I get sick, because he doesn’t care about me.”
“Luther, that’s not--”
“No, it is true, stop trying to deny it. And I’m not mad about it, it’s just a fact, he’s always hated me. How does he act when Claire gets sick? Or literally anyone else.”
Allison was silent. It was true, Diego was much kinder to the rest of the siblings when they were sick, even though they rarely got as sick as Luther and Klaus did frequently.
“See, you know I’m right. He doesn’t give a shit about me,” his voice was starting to crack. “Whatever, I don’t need him anyway.” Luther finished his sentence and immediately broke into a harsh (and very productive) coughing fit.
“I’m putting you on vocal rest, okay?” Allison said more to end the conversation than anything else, and rubbed his arm. Luther nodded his head in reluctant agreement, afraid of making even the smallest noncommittal noise. He looked utterly exhausted. “And some actual rest would do you good, too.”
He closed his eyes, and she bent down to kiss his forehead.
“I know you guys have fought a lot, Luther,” Allison whispered. “But I really don’t think this is about you. It’s just, him and Klaus have been through a lot…. But he’s getting better. Just give him some time.”
She sat back down at his side, and after a few moments, the sound of his congested snores filled the room.
Allison checked her watch, looked down at Luther one last time, and then quietly left the room. She held her phone up to her ear, and she was so focused on calling Claire that she didn’t notice Diego in the doorway, looking like he’d suddenly peaked inside Klaus’ brain and had, literally, just seen a ghost.
What Luther and Allison didn’t know was that his aggression towards Luther didn’t just stem from his over-protectiveness for Klaus. It was true that Diego and Luther never really got along, but Diego had, in fact, never stopped loving his brother, and he didn’t care more about Klaus. It was just easier for him to show that he cared for Klaus. He’d always seen him (affectionately) as the weak link, in need of protection. Luther had never seemed to need any help with anything growing up and Diego had honestly resented him for it.
But things had changed. And when Luther started to get sick more often, if he was honest, Diego had called it bad karma and laughed it off. But as the siblings became closer, and Luther in particular opened up more to Diego about certain things only the two of them could really understand, Diego had grown to appreciate his brother. In truth, he’d always cared about Luther deep down, but he was only just now starting to allow those feelings of affection to surface. And after watching him push through months on end of high fevers and sinus infections, he was just as worried and overprotective of him as he was for Klaus.
But he couldn’t show it in the same way. Diego’s love language with Klaus was definitely Acts of Service. He fell into the role of caretaker and protector easily with him. With Luther, his love language really should have been Words of Affirmation, but instead it was more Yelling and Insults. It was just the only way he knew how to communicate with him. And it was better to communicate with him than to ignore him, like they’d ignored each other for years.
But after hearing Luther open up to Allison, Diego knew it wasn’t good enough.
And he knew Luther probably couldn’t hear, but he had to be with him right now, even if it was for the purely selfish desire of getting this off his chest.
“Hey, Big Boy?” he asked loudly, testing the waters, before he stepped cautiously into the room. “Monkey Man? Luther?” He sat down in the chair beside the operating table and put a hand on Luther’s arm, where he’d unconsciously put it earlier when he saw him flinch away from Grace. “Brother?”
Luther “responded” with a particularly grumbly snore, and Diego couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Hey, don’t scare me like that again,” he whispered. And then, as if to spite him, the monitor beeped, and Diego’s head snapped up at the speed of light to read it: 105 even. Diego should have been relieved that it had dropped more, but instead, it just reminded him of how high it had been before, and how it was still so dangerously an hour later. When he’d walked into Luther’s room that morning to check on his “cold” (as Five had called it), he’d instantly known something was wrong. He’d rushed over to check his fever, and when the thermometer read 106.3, Diego felt like he himself might get sick. And then he’d run out the door, screaming so loud for Grace that he felt like his lungs might collapse, even with his breathing power.
And now, sitting here in the infirmary with Luther, Diego tried to use said power, but it was no use. No amount of holding back could stop his chest from heaving.
“Luther, I’m s-so sorry for the way I’ve treated you,” he whispered. “I know I don’t show it but I-I hate to see you so sick. It’s j-j-just wrong.” That was when the tears started to flood his eyes. He clenched his jaw to keep them at bay. “I-it makes sense that Klaus needs me to take care of him, h-he’s always the weak one.” An oversimplification, but Diego was too busy losing his battle against the tears that were now streaming down his face to correct himself. “A-and I’ve seen him so sick.” He shuddered at the memories, which only seemed to make him cry more. “B-but you were always so s-sss-strong, you were supposed to p-protect us. A-and I know that’s just what Dad w-wanted from you, but that’s how I always saw you. I-I never realized you m-m-might be hurting too.”
Diego didn’t realize, but at some point he’d put his hand on Luther’s arm, in the same spot where he’d held it earlier.
“A-and y-your shit immune system just makes me so fucking mad. W-with Klaus I can at least say it’s due in part to his decisions. But with you it if I acknowledge how sick you are I-I h-have to,” he took a deep breath to steady himself and wiped the tears from his eyes. “I have to a-acknowledge what Dad d-d-did to you… and how n-n-none of us were there all those y-years. And how I went so long w-w-wishing harm on y-you and I… I was wrong.”
Tentatively, Diego lifted his shaky hand from Luther’s arm and cupped it around his brother’s cheek.
“Y-you’re my brother, too, a-and I love you. If I could s-sw-switch places with you right now, I’d d-do it in a heartbeat.”
It took a few minutes, but Diego’s tears finally died down. He borrowed some of Luther’s tissues to clean himself up. When he had finally composed himself, he shook his Luther’ shoulder a bit to ensure he was still asleep, before bending down and pressing a quick kiss to his clammy forehead.
“I know it’s not an excuse, but I’m trying.”
He stayed in the infirmary for an hour, watching the monitors as Luther’s fever steadily dropped down to 103.4 in his sleep. That was the last thing Diego saw before he fell asleep too.
Shortly afterwards, Luther started to wake up. He blinked at his surroundings for a few moments, trying to remember the events of the morning, as well as the strange but comfortable weight on his right side. Finally, things came into focus, and he remembered all of it with a shudder. His siblings were never going to let him live this down. Especially not--
Luther zeroed in on the figure on his right, which he soon identified as Diego. Sitting in a chair pulled up to Luther’s side, snoring, body slumped over the operating table so he could use Luther’s arm as a pillow.
Despite how shitty he was still feeling, a tired little smile crossed Luther’s face.
“Thanks for staying,” he rasped, and lay back into his pillows again, closing his eyes. “Love you, too.”
#sick luther#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#tua fanfic#tua#umbrella academy#umbrella academy fanfiction#luther whump#luther snz#allison hargreeves#did not edit sorry guys
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Keep The Girl - Fraser x Reader (Black Sea)
Pt.II of Quit Breaking Up With Me
Author’s Note: I said it was going to be a three part Retcon. (Well, I guess this is really the Retcon piece) but it’s now 4 parts!
Mostly because I rewatched Black Sea and noticed all of these things about our boy that I really REALLY wanted to use that did not fit into the three parts I’d planned...
Keep The Girl is a song that fits the relationship despite the lyrics clearly being about a different kind of leaving...
Disclaimer: Black sea characters not mine. Gif/Lyrics not mine either.
Zvezdochka = Little Star. It’s one of my favourite words!
Premise: When Fraser is called to a dive for £2million worth of Gold on a sunk Russian submarine in the Black Sea, you can’t help but worry for him... What happens if he never comes back? ...What happens when he does?
Words: 7045
Warnings: Swearing / Mental Health/Personality Disorder issues / Sexual Pre-Amble
_________________
This life is full of choices,
Hard to make one all the voices,
In my head...
Those eyes that I'm in love with,
Or that highway which ever I pick,
There'll be regrets,
I go one way I lose everything,
I go the other way same thing...
I'm torn and it's tearing me apart,
I want to go but I don't want to break her heart,
Like a sword with a double edge blade,
It's gonna cut deep either way,
This little town, that big old world,
Chase my dream or keep the girl?
More than once I packed it all up,
But I break down blame it on the truck,
Just couldn't go,
Just wanna be out there making my mark,
Lay down every night in her arms...
I don't know why I can't have it all,
Need to tear down that wall,
Between this little town, that big old world,
Go chase my dream and keep the girl
---
You ran your hands through your hair and your head almost hit the table “…But, baby! It’s so dangerous!! And this doesn’t even... the Black Sea?! I worry about you!!”
“I know you do!”
“ Do you?! It doesn’t stop you from going?!”
“I was THERE!!” Fraser made the exact same exasperated face he always did when he raised his voice to you like that. Like he was mentally kicking himself “...I’m sorry... I... I’m sorry...” he placed his hands lightly on your shoulders “This one... it’s... this one is huge... baby okay...? And not just for me...” he massaged his hands down your arms “... For us...”
You bit your lip; you knew this one meant a lot to him. Since you’d decided to stop fighting about it, every dive came with a disagreement; arguing without screaming at each other. You bent to everything he did. It made Fraser happy to be out there and it made you happy knowing he was doing what he did best. But the Black Sea…? Russia!? “Fraser…”
“Babe we’re talking... millions...” He kept talking like the money was something you cared about, you didn’t understand why he couldn’t understand you didn’t.
“Fraser I don’t want you to-”
“Millions! Can you imagine?! Like potential of-”
You were adamant this one was more trouble than it was worth, most of the time he could convince you otherwise. And sometimes you actually got excited about the places he got to go, if it didn’t sound too dangerous – sometimes he wouldn’t have to dive that far – or he sent you pictures from clear tropical seas where he looked SO gorgeous, where he was smiling. Where he could share with you every detail of every dive and tell you how much he wished you were there. But this one… This one sounded like the kind of dive you could lose him on. “Baby please... don’t go...”
“I have to. I have to try. Please?”
You sighed, you knew him too well, that was the problem. Would it even matter what you said at this point? If Fraser was already psyching himself up for it, he was going no matter what you said. So you had to smile, and push your forehead to his; “Okay... okay... but only because if I don’t agree you’ll do it anyway...”
He kissed you gently, hands running through your hair; “Thank you... baby...”
You shook your head; “Don’t thank me. Just come home.”
**
You swung down the last bannister with his heavy rucksack over your shoulder. Minimal though the contents were, they were all vitally important.
“Oh...” Fraser was coming out of the kitchen into the hallway as you came down “you didn’t have to bring it.”
“I just wanted to check you had everything.”
“Twice...” He held his hand out
“Three times.” You unshouldered it and handed it to him, Fraser knew why. “But if you want to check again-”
“I trust you. You were my partner for 5 years out there. You still are, Y/N... you might not ever want to go back to it but you are... I know everything is right and in order.” He gave a shrug and his eyes moved from you to the wall “... I just hate to ask you to drive me again...”
“Driving you isn’t so bad...”
“This time is.” His stunning blue eyes fell back to you “... I should probably have learned something from you.”
You couldn’t help flash a grin “Zvezdochka you will do fine.” You took a step forward to kiss him “But I will worry.”
His hand found your right side - over the still prominent scar beneath your clothes “... I know you will... but I will come back I promise.”
“Don’t promise me anything you know damn well is that hard to keep. If it’s not state-of-the-art I don’t want to hear another promise ever again.”
His face scrunched “That’s far less promises than I would like to make you.”
“Then how about you promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“That you love me.”
His head tip was inquisitive; like that wasn’t even anywhere close to top of his mind. ‘Don’t go off on one.’ ‘Don’t let them get to you.’ ‘Don’t do anything dangerous.’ ‘…Especially if it’s Robinson telling you.’ Those were the more likely candidates.
His smile was crooked “I love you?” Then he laughed “... I don’t think I could ever hope to promise you that enough.”
You left him in peace to psych himself up and finish getting ready. But you knew it was time as soon as you heard those heavy, one-at-a-time footsteps from the first to second staircase. You knew it was time for him to leave.
And it took a good minute for Fraser to do the last three. He sighed “Alright. We best get going to this damn chartered flight.” He scoffed at the notion that any of them should be getting a chartered flight to Russia.
“Visa?”
“Taken care of.”
“When do you get back?” He watched you cross to the clock in the hallway
“... I’m not supposed to promise you anything I can’t keep, remember?”
You smiled, knowing he would eventually feed that line back to you “Go on. Humour me.”
“Give it a few weeks. I tell you what, I’ll ask the charter. No, you know 14 days aughta do it.”
“Just, text me.” You wrote yourself a note though, he saw that. “Also...” You turned back to him “Before you forget. Though I’m sure you didn’t...”
“Could I, ever?” He took the final step down as you held out the knife. About as significant to your relationship as his insistence to constantly take your hair bands. You knew early on that if Fraser didn’t have anything to preoccupy himself, he’d likely go clinically insane. Coupled with his paranoia, and the fact that goodness knows what trouble he could get into diving, having a weapon - or protection; the most important thing – (that you had imparted on him he was only to use when absolutely DAMN necessary) at least kept him in a safe space. If he had something to occupy his fidgety hands, you were also happy about that.
“You have your licence.”
“It’s not a gun.”
You held it back for a minute “Fraser. You’re going to Russia for one thing, but you’re also going through an airport. Chartered flight or no if they find this on you…”
He dug it out of his back pocket “Licence to carry. Happy now.”
“Yes.” He took it from you carefully and clipped it to his belt; “Just, for God’s sake-”
“Be careful.” You said in unison, and he pulled you to him again to kiss your forehead “I know... baby, I know.”
**
“Say Hi to the guys.”
“I will.”
“Text me.”
“Will do.”
“When you get there too.”
“No. I’ll call. I’ll call when we land and before we set out, okay...” Fraser opened the car door and then turned back “And I’ll let you know as soon as I know a solid date. Alright? 14 is a nice safe bet, we gotta get there first before we even set out... then we gotta find the sunk sub.. dive... get ba-” he waved a hand “you- You know the details.”
You smiled gently and leant over to brush your lips against his; “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
He smiled again, stealing at least two more kisses; “No promises.”
“Fair enough.” You sighed gently “What can you promise me...?”
Fraser hopped out of the car and slipped his backpack on, pretending to think long and hard, before he bent with a wave goodbye, the significance of earlier conversation not lost - “That I love you.”
You drove home a little nervous, but also with a smile on your face, even though you weren’t really sure you understood why it was there. But Fraser always made you smile. Now the arguments played out the way they did, it made him seem calmer. There were flashes of real arguments every so often but... you both backed off and gave each other space.
You didn’t need anymore “leave” moments with him. Ever.
You heard your phone buzz from where it sat in the cup holder, you flicked your eyes to it and couldn’t help but glow a little.
As soon as you parked up you couldn’t read it fast enough; “The boys say hi. (At least the ones you LIKE do!) still always gonna wish you were here with me. I promise what I promised. Always.’
He never signed off with anything romantic. But the sentiment was as much in what Fraser didn’t say. Your phone buzzed again, before you could even reply. with a single date.
Even better!
You exited your car, entered your house, and headed straight for the timer on the clock - punching in the date and pushing the start button. It began ticking down and you smiled. When those numbers hit 00.00.00 Fraser would be home. And in 10 years, he hadn’t let you down yet.
--
Past…
The prison guard approached the glass pane in the security door with nothing but sympathy on his face;
“Oh my god. If there was one person I wish I never had to see here again, Y/N, you’d be her.”
“Thanks.” You raised an eyebrow, “Can you please tell him that?!”
“I mean every time I see he’s in again I just... my heart breaks a little...” He opened the door wider for you “...Still. He’s doing well.”
“Gary, he always does “well.” Nearly everyone else is scared of him! Luckily they put him in the right place.”
“Well, you know... psych evaluations...” he frowned “Now you mention it, they do all leave him alone to just get on with it... I think maybe the first time they didn’t. Soon learned them.”
You folded your arms, recalling; “You know he never did say what happened. I just got a notice saying he’d been in for another few months, and visitors were denied...”
“I’m not even sure anything violent happened. But geez, sometimes I’m not sure I even want to talk to the guy when he’s in here. Y’know? He’s not the biggest guy, he’s probably not the meanest either. But... he’s just... there’s something very intimidating about him. Soon as someone claps out the psychopath word and...” he paused, watching you “Does he... take something for that?”
“... Don’t you have all his medical history?”
“His doctors do, I’m asking for personal interest reasons.”
“They kinda level him. It’s weird. Hard to get used to it. Fraser takes them when he really feels he needs to. He says he doesn’t like himself on them, who am I to argue with that?”
“Is he stable without ‘em?”
“Fraser is Fraser. He’s himself without them. If it’s working for him, I’m not inclined to mess with it. 10 years plus into knowing him and...” you gave a shrug “I just wanna see him again, Gary.”
That was an end of conversation sentence if you’d ever spoken one. He led you down a series of small corridors. “He should be there.”
“As long as you didn’t chain him to the freakin’ desk again.”
“Y/N... we have to take precautions.”
“... It’s ME Gary. Let him go!”
“Look we’ve done the bare minimum. His psych says dangerous. It doesn’t matter who you are, but who he is.”
Gary got to the next security door and buzzed you both though, you could do this yourself eyes closed, he knew.
He knew you well by now. As did everyone charged with Fraser’s cases and files every time things like this happened. But Gary was nicer than most, he liked to make sure Fraser was doing everything right - get out on the day your clock hit 00:00, if not shave some time from the sentence altogether.
“How’s things otherwise?”
“Going good, yeah. I mean the house is pretty empty - but it makes it look like I have space when everything is clean and tidy. I get to watch shows I want and take up the whole bed. Get to bed at a sensible time, don’t need to rush to work!” You laughed “I’m never late to anything. And works going well, you know? It’s a lot of fun. Better than the old job. The closer I get to something diving related the closer I feel to him and all that, y’know?”
“Oh for sure!”
“And you? How are the kids? Sara must have just turned...”
“Seven.”
“Seven! Right! Good birthday?”
“Yeah we had a good weekend.”
You both paused at the next reinforced door. Either you were the only one visiting or everyone else had left.... either way Fraser sat alone.
You sighed. They’d cuffed his wrist to the table, and then his wrists together. You turned to Gary, sadness filling your eyes and threatening to spill over into tears.
“If you treat him like a monster, he will be a monster. Mental health is an illness. Not a choice.”
He swung the door open for you and Fraser looked up; relief and guilt flooded his face and although he said your name it was barely audible. He met your eyes and then he shook his head gently and his eyes fell to the table.
Gary pulled the guard on the second security door over and muttered something to him as you sat down
“Fraser... baby... look at me...” he shook his head again, bowing it over until he was almost touching the dull grey metal table.
The second guard took his wrists and unlocked the side not attached to the table .
“No sudden moves Fraser, or you go straight back.”
“Yeah. Alright mate...” The misery in his voice sent a pang through your heart.
You threw Gary the most genuine look of relief he thought he’d ever seen “Thank you.”
Reaching forward you took Fraser’s hands in yours; “Baby, please… Will you look at me…”
His head lifted, and there was nothing in those blue eyes but guilt. You pulled his hands towards you; trying to ignore the metallic drag of the chain across the table and pressed your lips to his knuckles.
“How are you doing?”
“…Oh. How I usually do when I get in here…” He bit his lip, and you knew he was on the verge of tears “I’m sorry…”
Are you? Was your only thought. And you were warranted. He always said it, but he’d ended up in here enough times for sorry to barely cut it with you anymore. It was just something that you knew was going to happen.
“I know…” Was what you opted for “…I just need to know you’re okay…”
“Me…?! Yeah, it’s just day counting… but you-”
“Day counting.” You repeated with a wry smile, and you knew he knew your countdown clocks.
He took your face in his hands, and you slid your hands to his wrists, rubbing your thumbs gently over his skin.
“I promise I’ll get out on time.” It was a promise he usually kept.
“And I’ll be waiting with my car, baby…”
“I know…” He leant across the table pulling your face towards him so he could kiss you. “…And you know I can’t wait…”
You accepted his kiss, and afforded him another. “What are you thinking of doing when you get out?”
“...What I always do… I guess… It’s the only thing I know how to do…”
“Darling…” You knew that was an outright lie; there was so much that Fraser could do if he put his mind to it. But, putting his right mind to it… He needed an employer that understood that… Not easy. Diving got Fraser through because he had a skill set no one else did. “…There’s so much you can do…”
He sighed and his eyes fell from yours again; “...With my record? With my medical record..? Y/N… You think I can just go down to the job centre an-” You cut him off with another kiss;
“Do you want me to make a call or two...? So you know you have something when you get out?” Maybe not a long dive – or something deep… Maybe just instructing or guiding. So you’d know he’d be safe his first few dives back. But it made his face light up.
“Really?? You would do that? I… Darling… But… You- Would really do that for me?!”
Looking at how happy he was, of course you would. “…Yes. I’ll get Reynolds on the phone… ugh, even Robinson and Agora if I have to.”
Fraser was much more a diver for hire than attached to a company, and you were thankful for that. Agora weren’t great, you never particularly liked what they asked him to do. They were usually dangerous, long, salvage missions where he wouldn’t be able to contact you. But the work and pay were always steady – which is what Fraser needed. Desperately.
“How can I ever thank you enough?”
You raised an eyebrow; “Well. One day… I won’t need to pick you up from places like this…” Your smile became a laugh; “Then I’ll know you’re thankful!”
--
There was static on the end of the line, and the call fluctuated in and out but it still made you smile, to walk around your house with his voice on speaker. Letting him fill the room and echo around. You felt Fraser everywhere then;
“H—Ey-! Y/N-!”
“Where the heck are you?!”
“Standing on a Ru---ssian Sub-! We----- 5 minutes!”
“You’re calling me just before you dive!? Fraser!”
“-------In order ---- Get going.”
“Sorry?!” You couldn’t help but laugh; “You’re ready to go, right?”
“Yeah--- Everything’s fine. I’ll finish this call and we go.”
You were his final thought, and he had called just to let you know it. Your cheeks hurt and you tried to calm your smile; “Awww, darling… Aw-! Thank you. I’ll hear back when you’re done, right?”
“Y---h, w---- do. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“I can’t wait to have you back.”
“I know.”
“Baby I love you.”
“Y/N, ---- you too.”
“No, wait! Fraser! You gotta say it again you cut out.”
“I LOVE YOU TOO!” You laughed as he yelled it;
“Okay. Get going darling, I’ll get you back quicker.”
“I know--! Take care!”
“I will. You need to be told that more than me!!”
“I’ll take care-! Don’t you worry…” He laughed, “Besides, I got a great girl to get back to, right?”
As soon as he’d hung up on you Fraser took a deep breath and smiled. Pocketing the mobile he wouldn’t use for maybe another week, until he needed to call you again. He stretched and looked across the expanse of water. This dive would be different. He already knew it and they hadn’t even sunk below the waves yet. But he was determined this would all go alright. You had told him not to promise anything, but he promised it to himself anyway. He’d come back to you – near enough 2 million richer by his own calculation. He smiled, he had ideas already. Of course he did, he couldn’t help that. He hadn’t told you anything, but he couldn’t wait to take you to all the places he’d vowed to take you for years. When he got the money… You deserved it. And after this one, he might make that money a reality…
Fraser shook his head; he had to keep level about this. He placed his hands on the ladder; and looked up, drinking in those last few drops of sunlight before he descended.
“Can we get Fraser set up first?!” Gittens was the first one to float the idea that Fraser knew was coming and he brushed it off with an eye roll.
“Oh yeah - Fraser go set up man.”
“Oh-! F**k off. The lot of ya.”
“Wait? Why? What?” The American banker, Daniels? Fraser believed his name was but hadn’t been paying that much attention, was about as confused as expected. Why he was here Fraser didn’t know – he wasn’t experienced crew; surely he’d just get in the way.
“At least tell us she’s half naked?!”
Fraser raised an eyebrow and continued walking to the bunks – he guessed carrying pictures of you around had its privileges, if he got first pick. “What the f**k kind of pictures do you think I carry around of HER!?”
“It’s gonna be a good f**king picture. She’s a good f**king girl.” Reynolds’ laugh carried, but Fraser thought it odd to hear him say something like that. Considering how he knew you.
“-Or she could just be a good f**k.”
“What the HELL did you just say?!?!” Fraser stopped mid walk and whipped back around in the enclosed space, far from happy. That at least made Gittens back up, red crossing his face in embarrassment of the thought alone. Good.
He turned to Reynolds and flipped the picture over; “It’s okay... yeah.”
Reynolds studied it for a minute, and simply wondered what the Russians, and the American would say. Fraser was certainly not the type of man anyone would envision you with; and Reynolds often thought it’d probably stemmed from a late-teenage crush into something much more. Still, 16 years was a lot to go on. He still remembered the first time Fraser had given that cocky little smirk as he told everyone he had a girlfriend, and almost choking on his coffee to find out it was you. Reynolds had known your father for a while – so had naturally known exactly who you were. And as an avid diver he didn’t know why he hadn’t put two and two together. But, that was by-and-by. Reynolds grinned at the picture; always up for teasing - “There we go. I’m bunking with Fraser.”
“Oh for f**k sake. You so much as put your hands on your waist band whilst looking at that thing I’m gonna murder you!!”
**
You’d been stressed about his dives a billion times. Always. Even in shallow water they could be dangerous. You and that scar of yours were prime examples of exactly why. If you heard the same thing had happened to him, or worse, then you’d never forgive yourself.
But this was something even more unprecedented. No-one knew they were there. Except, you assumed, perhaps the crew’s significant others and whoever had hired them to do the job.
Fraser was under the Black Sea. Not only was there a huge Balkan war flaring up, but there were Russian navy vessels cruising that stretch of water day-in-day-out. And they certainly would not take kindly to a bunch of British/Russian crew men under their sea… Looking for alleged lost gold.
Oh yeah – British – that was a laugh. Fraser counted as #TeamBritain because of you, and because he lived here. He’d never particularly spoken about it with much Pride… it had you wondering… Still #TeamAustralia?
Only, you couldn’t help but get paranoid. With shipping lanes, weather, sea conditions, Fraser’s own limited knowledge and absolutely every piece of information to you could garner about this trip sat on your secondary screen as you typed away on your main monitor. For the most part everything was calm. But every so often there would be a beep or flash of something. And you would stop everything to read it.
Sometimes you could turn back straight away, it was either nowhere near him or was something that couldn’t possibly affect his work. Not this one. You read it once. Twice. Three times.
Movements detected below the surface. Request team to embark to check into it. You squinted at the depth. Certainly around Fraser’s diving range.
You opened your top desk draw, feeling your chest tightening. Your hand hovered, and your colleague stopped working to look across to you. They knew what was coming.
The second line of Russian had you pushing your chair back and grabbing the pack.
“I need a minute...”
You said it quietly mostly because you could barely find the air for the words and you left your desk.
Unidentified object confirmed. Surveillance team on route.
You stood outside your building for a minute. Cigarette to your lips. When did you start doing this?! You cursed the idiot who had suggested it as stress relief. They were your vice and your lifeline now.
You inhaled warmth and exhaled smoke. The footfalls on the steps next to you made your eyes sweep to the pavement.
“And you’re worried about dives killing him.”
You took another drag and laughed your exhale as your boss joined you. “Well I know first-hand about that.”
“Where is he?”
“Russia. Isn’t that all you need to know?”
“Ah-! Then...” he pointed to the cigarette “Forgive me, that’s certainly warranted!”
You looked at it “It’s a disgusting habit. Can’t kick it now. Helps with jitters... with the way my body tightens whenever I read anything....” you looked across to him with a smile “Stupid? Right?”
“Anything that helps is surely not stupid. Maybe not reading would?”
“Oh you’re kidding I’d worry MORE!” You grinned “I already think about every bad thing that happens… I get so… In my head about it without him here. What could possibly go wrong with Fraser today? I’m surprised I don’t get nightmares-! Oh! No let’s not think about that!”
“…May I?”
“Good to know your day is going just as well as mine...” You held it out “Finish it. Please.”
“Well. There’s a couple of trades that seem to have gone missing.”
You tutted “Someone isn’t doing their job properly.”
“No indeed. But I’m supposed to make sure that you all do.”
“Better go sort it then, hadn’t I?”
“...Y/N they aren’t your trades! And it’s certainly not your fault-!”
“Oh come on now!” You patted his arm “It’ll give me something to do-!”
He laughed, taking a drag of his own and calling after you; “Keep your eyes off of Russian seas-!”
**
You ran the pendent on the end of your necklace across the chain again, holding it close to your lips. You’d been in the airport for the best part of 3 hours. The clock hit 00:00:00 this morning. You hadn’t heard anything since Fraser had called you before the dive.
That could be for any number of reasons. You just prayed it wouldn’t be the worst you could think of.
Fraser had said he would be here today. So here you would wait for him. As everywhere else, there were people who worked here that you knew well from simply having to be here so often. And they had kept you company while you waited. But you were starting to get worried.
You were SURE he would turn up. But you and he couldn’t guarantee that.
This was like waiting for him to come out of prison, as you had so many times. But worse, because at least all those times you knew where he was. (Relatively) safe in England.
In Russia on some kind of ‘secret’ dive – that usually meant not legal, and certainly under the radar. – what if he never came home? What if they got arrested? What could you do if he was sent to prison in Russia!? … What if he died?
NO. Stop it! You’re thinking about what almost happened to you. Fraser wouldn’t be that stupid. Fraser wouldn’t get hurt like you…
You touched your side instinctively, as you knew he would if he was here, and bit your lip. You needed him back.
You wanted to sit him down and TELL him to stay. If he’d done what he set out to do, 2 million was a lot of money. He could stop diving for a while. He could stop diving altogether. At least diving like this. Could you get him to promise to stop? Ever? You wondered if he found leaving you as hard as you found letting him go?
You hated to admit it to yourself, but if he did… he surely wouldn’t ever leave you…
Your heart began racing as you saw “MOSCOW-RUSSIA-LANDED” Flash up on the arrivals board. Please let that be a charted flight. Please let that be Fraser’s plane. … Please Dear God let him be on it…!
Fraser looked tired as they all filed up the escalator into arrivals. How he scanned the airport as fast as he possibly could. He looked like he’d been through hell. And you realised he probably had. But then his eyes found you. And he lit up; and everything etched into his face suddenly melted away.
You took a few steps forward – but he had already broken away from the group and was running towards you.
Up close he was certainly battered; but the strength of the hug he gave you, as he lifted you from the floor, let you know that was the very last thing he cared about.
From across the arrivals hall the other crew watched as he placed his lips on yours; the way your fingers gripped his shirt and Fraser kept his arms around you even after he’d put you down.
When you broke the kiss you were laughing; pressing your forehead to his your hands moved delicately to his arms, and you laughed again at something he said, before pulling him carefully and checking for any injuries. Fraser watched you do this with a laugh of his own. And Reynolds could imagine that he was telling you he was fine. Though Reynolds didn’t think anything that had just happened to them could really be described as fine…
When you embraced him tight to you again your eyes flicked back to the group; and you smiled. Of course, you were looking to him specifically, and Reynolds gave you a small wink back.
But you mouthed ‘Thank You’ which made him smile and shake his head ‘I didn’t do anything…’ Although he knew what you thought. If you got Fraser back in one piece; you would be sure Reynolds had a hand in keeping him steady.
“Ah-!” Fraser pulled back from you for a minute; “Is this a good time to tell you it worked out-!!”
“What worked out?”
“The gold-! We got all the Gold-! You work for a metal exchange right? Could I run it through you… I mean… That works…?”
“You can run it through the company, not through me.” Then you shook your head “Anyway-! Baby-! It’s hardly the first thing on my mind! All I want to hear is that you’re safe! That you’re okay-!” But you smiled; “I’m glad though… I know it was important to you… How was the dive?”
“Good. Yeah… Pretty… Awesome…” You had a sneaking suspicion he was trying to convince himself of that as much as you;
“But?”
“…I might have lost my knife.”
“Lost-!?” That was nowhere near the whole story “…You coulda lost a lot more-!”
He inhaled; “We didn’t all make it back…”
You knew what you were supposed to say so you said it “I’m sorry…” He was likely to be counting friends amongst that number… “…But… I’m also glad that you did. Fraser… YOU made it back… Baby…”
His eyes did his smiling for him; “…I would never forgive myself if I left you here alone.” Suddenly that bright blue you’d been staring into flicked past you, and he really did smile; “AH-! Keeping her company I bet!”
You turned to see Aiden crossing the airport with a laugh; “Oh, Geez. I mean, thank God you’re back!”
They clasped hands; “Well, for her!? Absolutely!”
Your eyes flicked between them as they talked and you smiled – nuzzling into Fraser again you kissed his cheek gently and untangled yourself from him. He let you go, because he knew you’d want to see the rest of the crew too.
With Fraser’s blessing to leave his arms you ran across the building. Reynolds had to brace himself for your leap into his arms;
“AHAHA-! Y/N! God-! Okay! It’s good to see you too!”
“And you-! I mean I got you both back so…” You grinned “I’m.. very happy…” then you turned serious “But I mean it… Thank you… For bringing him back to me.”
“I’m not promising he’s intact. It was… tough.”
“I’m assured it was. I’m sorry.”
“Maybe it wasn’t worth it…” His voice was lowered “…But when I see him back with you… That almost makes up for it…” But he smiled “However, Y/N, I will thank you for your thanks… Ah-! Now, I have the pleasure of introducing you to those you never met-!” Reynolds walked you over to a tall kid, certainly a kid by his face alone and indicated to you “Tobin, this is the member of our crew that unfortunately never was! Please meet Ms.Y/N.”
You looked back to Reynolds with a raised eyebrow “Shut it Reynolds, you never saw me dive either!”
He snorted “If you’re as good as HE is then I didn’t need to see it!” and then nodded to Tobin “We coulda used ya, you know, but this one is a good diver, it just so happens.”
You smiled, holding out your hand for Tobin to take; “Ah-! Good! A new member of the crew. Should you be taking them this young!?”
“I’m 19. Not that young…” Certainly young; even if you’d met Fraser before you’d turned 19. For a dive like this one was sure to have been, Tobin, clearly from Liverpool by the accent, had been thrown in at more than just the literal deep end.
Your eyes couldn’t help but fall to the dark haired, dark eyed man staring at you inquisitively from just behind Tobin’s lanky frame. He was new too, and barely looked cut out for what these men – to be honest, you’d happily classify this kid a man after that – had just been through. “Oh. TWO new crew members for a job like this!?”
The usual Likely Lads all seemed to hesitate and shuffle awkwardly for a minute; looking almost unwilling to introduce the man.
Reynolds knew he had to step up to the plate; “He’s actually a banker… he’s not reaaaally crew.”
You folded your arms, not accepting of that answer as a reason they would shun him. “Crew is crew.”
Daniels was sweeping you, the dress you were wearing, your demeanour around a tough looking bunch of guys. He’d seen the pictures and heard the banter they keep throwing at Fraser. How coming up here they’d all been teasing him again about it and telling the two of them yet to meet you; “Look for the best-looking woman at this airport.” “A woman like that with a man like Fraser… ugh! Travesty!”
You took a step towards him, with an admittedly gorgeous little smile; Huh, I guess they’re right! She IS the best-looking girl here.
“Y/N, It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for being part of the crew to bring Fraser back to me.”
He had to hesitate at that sentence. It struck him hard. But he held out his hand anyway “D-Daniels… It’s… nice to meet you.”
You noticed both his nervousness and the way that his gaze swept you. The two were almost certainly bound to be related; you turned to punch Reynolds’ arm; “Alright. What the f*** did you say THIS time!?”
By the time you got to the last man the banter amongst the crew was friendly and at ease. But this they had to watch. And another sentence popped into Daniels head; “Yeah, except Robinson, she won’t be nice to Robinson she hates him.”
“Y/N…”
“Robinson…”
“…It’s good to see you… with him.”
“I know.”
“…I hope… that he takes care of you.”
“He will. Thank you for asking him. Whether I mean it or not, it means a lot to Fraser. And that matters the most.”
“I know… I will… Try to call on him less.”
You raised an eyebrow; “If I had it my way, you’d never call on him again.”
“Aye, I know.” He sighed, and offered you a hand to shake; “…I’ll try my best, to leave you alone, for a little while.”
You looked to his hand with a shake of your head; “And I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. Don’t make promises you can’t keep…” You took a step, just a small one, forward and embraced him. It was quick. But significant. And had the rest of the men lapsed into stunned silence
“Thank you. For bringing him back to me. Especially after this one. But I don’t want to hear about anything this dangerous again with your name tacked to it. Okay?”
“…O…Okay…” Even he was astounded at your affection.
You gave a nod of understanding before turning back to your man.
Fraser was now standing alone, having finished the conversation with Aiden. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking at you expectantly;
You hugged Reynolds one last time; “I gotta go. But, maybe I’ll see you guys again.” Maybe?! Who were you fooling? Of course you’d see them again. You were as stuck with them as Fraser was with you. With one last look back you crossed to him.
Fraser took your hand in his and with a smile, lead you towards the exit. He didn’t even look back once.
***
As expected, the first thing Fraser did after chucking his (now super heavy) bag into the back of your car was check your glove box.
He knew the pack would be there. Because you’d light up if the plane didn’t get in. He opened it and did a quick count as you turned the key ignition; “Oh. This was a 4 cigerette trip... huh? That’s bad... even for me... geez I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s me.”
“Not it’s NOT okay...!” He shook the pack at you “You shouldn’t even need these! I scare you when I’m out there. But you don’t take these because of things I’m doing. But because you think what happened to you will happen to me.” He sighed and threw the pack back into your car “..Truth is. If I was more careful. That never would have happened to you.” He sighed “And that’s on me.”
You winced; did he really blame himself for this? Without this would you have even ever got together? You’d make it a joke at the time, but you were serious. How long had you yearned for him to touch you as more than a friend and place his lips on yours before then..?
“Fraser. It’s not just the dive… Submarines have their own problems... Hull breaches… Uh… Engine failure… What if they can’t surface again? Surely that’s a thing?” He watched you try to list off every other possible worry with a shake of his head’
“But it scares me.”
You stopped talking and turned to his serious blue eyes, the way he reached for your hand to pull you back to him. “…Scares you?”
“It scares me that these thoughts of yours scare you enough to...” His eyes flicked back to the pack of cigarettes and he shut the compartment with his knee “…I don’t like seeing you like this.”
“You barely see it.”
He chuckled; “Believe me. I do. I know you… You know how much you mean to me right…?”
“I got a good idea…” you leaned into him “I mean I’ve known you for long enough…”
“You’re my best friend. Y/N…”
You opened your mouth, to say something like… I know… or you’re mine too… But it got lost somewhere else in every other feeling that was fighting for your attention.
You bit your lip instead and almost shied away from him…
“…Can I please get you home…”
His hand left yours, and the glint in his eyes coupled with a smirk; “Of course you may.” You felt an involuntary, but certainly not unwelcome, shiver cross your skin at the sound of his accent saying those words…
You knew what was coming. And you had a delightful drive home to fantasise it…
**
It took less than a minute for both your feelings to engulf you as you closed the door to your house. How his hands ran under your dress and you pulled him up the stairs by the collar of his shirt all whilst making out and undoing buttons.
This used to be the best part of arguing with you; now it was just the best part of coming back. And with that gold forgotten at the front door now – Fraser’s thoughts were not on what he was going to do with it. Thinking; diving, tropics and making love to you on a sandy beach somewhere with no-one else around. But what he was about to do to you in this moment.
You were nowhere near the bedroom when he’d had enough of you pulling him there and lifted you, pinning you against the wall. He was strong, and balancing you there proved no trouble as he ran his hands up your thighs. The diving watch on his wrist beeped with his racing heartbeat and you were sure that yours was probably registering something similar.
You groaned into his kiss and ran your fingers into his hair. He was right; you loved doing this; every time you got intimate; no matter how quick and rough or slow and sensual your fingers always tangled in it. And this time would be no exception.
Fraser was wasting no time; and you heard the clink of his belt buckle. You felt that throb of desire run through you just at the very sound. You needed him so badly now. It made you moan; and not very quietly. The smirk that drew itself across his face could not have been clearer. And you were clearly in anticipation of him doing something like this to you with what you were wearing… Perhaps because now he always did…
He pulled down your underwear - black lace? Oh-! Fraser realised he might actually have been supposed to take your dress off.
When he looked back to you, you were grinning. He growled gently as he kissed you again, pocketing them;
“Welcome home!”
---
@dennismitchell @krnncsbtch @happyskywhale
#MendoTagSquad.
I promise to get better at remembering to Tag-!
#Fraser x Reader#Black Sea#Ben Mendelsohn#fraser#Total babe#this song sounds better than the lyrics make it look#I know it's clearly about going on the road / singing but I think it still works for their relationship.#Also#i kinda used that second verse in my first part#This is the retcon PART#50!#Ali#Alicia#Linzi Writes
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ela blog project
Mrs. Dubose #1
Today me and Scout had to again pass by Mrs.Dubose’s house just like every other day, and like every other day it was filled with her yelling at us. Both me and Scout hated her but we couldn’t do much about it and to avoid her we must walk a one mile out of the way. Everyday that we pass by we would both try to be nice and greet her, but she would always criticize that and tell us that we are not greeting her correctly. Mrs. Dubose would also bring up our mother which made me sad and angry, but i would remember Atticus saying “She’s an old lady she’s ill.” At least Scout didn’t know mother well so it wouldn’t affect her much.
Mrs. Dubose #2
Today was just like the others and again did she get both me and Scout mad, but this time it was different and more intense, Mrs. Dubose stated “ Not only a Finch waiting on tables but one in the courthouse lawing for the niggers!” this got to me and i losted it, but Scout pulled my sleeve and stopped me. Later that day when i was playing with Scout and her baton then it fell near Mrs. Dubose’s garden and she wasn’t there so i decided it was an good idea to destroy her camellia. I didn’t think much about it and I didn’t calm down until I destroyed more than half of her camellia’s. But I didn’t care and don’t regret it. I then yanked Scout’s hair and told her to shut up or i will pull out all her hair. I told her i didn’t care and I kicked her because she didn’t shut up.
Mrs. Dubose #3
It’s been a while since i destroyed Mrs. Dubose’s garden of Camellia and Atticus had just called my name. I knew it was about the camellias that i destroyed because he was holding jem’s baton. He asked if i was responsible for this and I told him I was but I shouldn’t have got in trouble because she deserved it because of what she had called Atticus. But Atticus said what he also says “She’s an old lady she’s ill” He told me that I had to repay her by doing whatever she wanted me to. I wasn’t going to do something for Mrs. Dubose but for Atticus I did and she wanted me to read to her for one month. So i did but when i read out loud, i felt that she wasn’t even listening but i still read. After that month of reading to her pasted we hadn’t heard from her and we found that she has just passed away. Atticus then told us that she was a morphine addict and the real reason she wanted us to read to her. I now understand her and the many problems she had her self, then i open a box and in it was the prefect camellia.
Tom Robinson case #1
Tom Robinson has been accused of raping and assaulting Mayella Ewell which was what Atticus was tiring to prove incorrect. Atticus was the lawyer for Tom and stupid lawyer for Mayella was Mr. Gilmer. The judge was judge Taylor who seemed uninterested in this case, then Mr. Tate started to talk and i knew whatever he said was to be false as he was a racist person that hates Tom because Tom was black. Mr. Tate was stating that how Bob and him saw Tom rape Mayella and they had found her on the floor hurt really bad. Atticus then asked why they didn’t get an doctor which probably threw off Mr. Tate and Bob which caused then to answer the question with made up answer for the spot. Atticus then found out that the bruise was on her right eye which me and Scout didn’t understand why that was important. Atticus then found out that Bob Ewell is left handed and that Tom is right handed and can’t use his left hand because of an farm accident. Now i started to understand what Atticus was tiring to prove.
Tom Robinson case #2
The case started strong and it seem that Atticus and Tom were doing good and was successful. Me and Scout were sure that Atticus would win this case because of how the case was going right now, then Tom said his testimony and stated that Mayella was the one who actually tried to kiss him and that he wasn’t the one who hit her. Atticus proved this by stating how Tom can’t use his left and that Bob Ewell was a leftly. Atticus then proved many things that proves Tom innocent and that Bob Ewell was the one who attacked Mayella. At this point me and Scout were confidence that we were going to win this case. Atticus ended the trial by stating many things like this case was as clear as black and white. Judge Taylor Then polled the jury and they were all Guilty. It took awhile for me to process this I am was so furious. Me and Scout were about to jump at the jury and kick them then I shed tears of anger. But it clicked in my head that the whole Maycomb and the jurors were racist and against Tom because he was an African American. Since Tom was “Guilty’ he had an sentence to death and was pending in prison. Atticus then told us that Tom was shot 17 times trying escape this then make me once again mad but Atticus was there this time to cool me.
“I am drowning “
Today was going to be an heck of an day because I was going to Barker’s Eddy to teach him how to swim. This was a way and the first step in turning Dill to a real man like me. You know that i am a true man because of the many things I posses and can do like swimming. We both got to Barker’s Eddy and took off our clothe then go into the water. Dill started to complain about how cool the water was and i told him to be a man, so he became quiet. But I can’t even lie that the water was actually cold but I must be a man. I started of by teaching Dill how to float because if he couldn’t float he would not be able to swim. After an whole hour he finally was able to float and he kept saying that it was only 20 minutes. I nearly was about to give up then I told him to try floating and kicking his legs. He got that pretty fast which surprised me and he just needed to move his arms Now he is able to swim and is more manly.
”One-shot finch”
Our father Atticus was old and was nearly in his 50, but he might not seem like it. Atticus was a good person but he was not as manly or cool as the other dads. Atticus gave us our air rifles but wouldn’t teach us probably because he doesn’t how to. So me and Scout had to ask Uncle jack to teach us, Atticus reminded that it was a sin to kill a mockingbird so i kept that in mind. I really wish that Atticus was more manly and played sports so he would be able to teach me. Scout is an women so she didn’t have to be manly and cool, but she has to be more girly which ad me laugh because we all know that is not happening soon. Then Tim Johnson a dog came and since he was an rabid dog we had to stay away from it. The dog was running and coming to us then Atticus got a rifle from Mr. Tate and shoot the dog perfectly with one shot. We were then told that Atticus was known as one shot finch. After this event me and Scout never thought Atticus was not an cool father.
“He died?”
I was going home with Scout and i told her to take off her ham costume because I can’t let others see me with my sister in an ham costume. Scout told me that she couldn’t take off the ham costume because she had nothing underneath We were walking home in the dark and I knew Scout was scared because she is an scaredy cat. But I was scared too but i can’t show that because I had to keep my manhood. We heard footsteps and thought it was Cecil with his jokes and told him to stop. But he didn’t and i knew it wasn’t him so I yelled and told Scout to run home. The next was a pain i never felt before then i was out…… to this day i still am confused about what actually happening, but all i know is that Bob Ewell is dead.
Dej
Chapter 10 pg.119
“I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the backyard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
This quote is important and connects to the story and the real world greatly. In the book Jem and Scout got there air rifles and were going to practice shooting them then Atticus reminded them that it was a sin to kill a mockingbird. This statement meant that you shouldn’t harm a mockingbird because all they do is make music for people and they do harm and annoy anyone. This represent what had happened to Tom Robinson and how he only helped people like Mayella and doesn’t harm anyone. But at the end he is killed for things he couldn’t control.
Article #1
Article #1
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/15/us/hit-man-lynching.html?rref=collection%2Ftimestopic%2FRace%20and%20Ethnicity&action=click&contentCollection=timestopics®ion=stream&module=stream_unit&version=latest&contentPlacement=9&pgtype=collection
In Carolina a white man named Brandon Cory Lecroy has been sentenced 10 years to jail for hiring a hitman to kill his black neighbor. It’s stated that An F.B.I. agent posing as a hit man contacted Mr. Lecroy, who told the agent over the phone, “$500 and he’s a ghost,” His black neighbor was hanging from a tree and a burning cross in the neighbor’s yard. Brandon was also arrested last year for “ confidential source tipped off the authorities that Mr. Lecroy had reached out to an unidentified white supremacist organization seeking help in the murder. “ This greatly relates to the novel To Kill a Mockingbird because of the events that occured to Tom Robinson, a black male that was accused of rape and assault. The case was really unfair and it was obvious that Tom was innocent but since he was black everyone went against him. This ended in he being guilty and shot 17 times
Article #2
https://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/07/world/asia/afghan-judge-sentences-4-to-death-over-mob-killing.html?searchResultPosition=1
There were four men that where sentences to death after the mob killed a woman who had been falsely accused of buring a Quarn. The Afghan judge delayed verdicts for 19 police officers who were also charged and released most of the 49 defendants in the case. This killing was on Video and the “ Video of the killing showed a motorist deliberately driving over her head and then dragging her behind his car, but the driver is apparently one of several suspects not apprehended.” This case again relates to Tom Robinson who was accused of raping Mayella. This lead to a mob trying to kill and hang him, but lucky Atticus was ablre to protect him. Also Scout was able to embrassa one of them which lead to the mob leaving Tom alone.
3 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
zorelle
Zorelle.
briutiful33
Untitled
adriansfernandez
Bad Stuff
malupizzatto-blog
Malu Pizzatto Brasil
incorrectlumityquotes
Incorrect Lumity Quotes