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Human/Demon/Angel family road trip!
Melaina and Lily purchase a camper van, hoping for some sister bounding time on the road, then the rest of their odd family members show up. They were a little put out, but after a promise of a worldwide trip and some (TARDIS) magic placed of the van, they decided what the hell having everyone around should be entertaining. And off they go!
Lucifer:
Would be to only one Melaina trusts to drive while she’s taking a break or sleeping.
Can’t help but watch Melaina with an amused smile when her road rage comes out to play. 
Is low-key aroused when she yells out the window at the dumb ass drivers to “GET OUT THE FAST LANE!”
Warns her when her still small horns are showing.
He would take the task of driving the behemoth of a camper van very seriously; and would have Melaina sitting at the passenger seat next to him for company, if she wasn’t already spending time with Lily.
Would look over at his sleeping wife any chance he got, and smile softly. He will remove his cloak and use it to cover her when no one is looking.
Thinks Lily is a nice human and is happy to get to know his sister-in-law, but no one compares to his wife.
“Don’t make me turn this van around!”
“And put on your seat-belt!”
“No, we’re not stopping again!”
“You should have gone before we left!”
“Stop fighting back there!”
“Damn it, Mammon!”
Mammon:
Would want the passenger seat all to himself.
Will ask if he can drive. 
Sulks when Melaina said “No.”
Blasting his music and screaming the lyrics. 
Sulks when Melaina turns off the music.
Will be sent to the back of the van if he keeps asking “are we there yet?”
Would, somehow, get the van pulled over by the police and panic about hiding his weed.
Sulks in the time out corner at the back of the van for nearly getting himself and other’s arrested.
Whines to Melaina about visiting Vegas. 
Can’t believe a sweet wall-flower like Lily is related to a snarky and defiant person (now demon) like Melaina.
Wonder if they have other siblings, but keeps that thought to himself.  
Will be buying stuff (that’s not too expensive) for Lily to welcome her to the family.
Wants to hear stories about the sisters’s childhood. 
Doesn’t want to push them to talk about it since their pasts aren’t all sunshin’ and roses.
Levi:
Will be sitting nearest to the outlet to power his phone and other devices. Has took everything but his desktop with him, but only because there was already one on the magically effected van.
In his happy little gaming bubble for most of the journey.
Is happy to play some board games with the others at times.
Gets excited when Lily takes out a DS and wants to play some multi player games and in-game trading with her.
Will be posting about everything the happens as it plays out.
When he’s in the passenger seat, he and Melaina sing to anime intro music. No one knows what they are saying.
Likes the English covers Melaina puts on and the effort other fans have put into making the song!
Will beg Melaina to stop at some pokestops and gyms.
Any arcades will be also be stopped at.
Also, can we go to Japan!? Pleeeeeeeeease?
Satan:
Will be taking a demon load of books with him.
Quietly reading most of the time.
Will pick up travel pamphlets at each stop they visit. More reading material!
Will also buy more books along the way.
When he isn’t reading, he’s doing a mini book club with Simeon, Melaina (when she’s taking a break) and Lily.
Would sneak in his pet kitten, the one Melaina gifted him in front of Lucifer after he said no last week.
When it’s his turn in the passenger seat, he reads to Melaina with the kitten purring away on his lap.
Knows Lucifer is glaring at him, but won’t do or say anything while Satan in under Melaina’s protection, and it’s just the best thing ever.
Would also be reading to Lily, before his sister-in-law goes to sleep.
Amso:
Photographs everything! Selfies at every stop.
He’ll be doing everyone’s nails at his corner of the table.
Will insist on doing Melaina’s and Lily’s hair.
Dramatic shocked noise when he finds out that Melaina “blow-dried” her hair by lowing the window all the way, letting the wind blowing her hair all over the place as she drives. 
He really adores the bathroom on the van, it’s so cute and cosy but not too small to be cramped, and there’s a bath tub!?
Will offer to have a bubble bath for two with, well everyone.
If he gets a turn in the passenger seat, you know he was get Melaina to singing along with him. Has picked a lot of ABBA and other chick-bands songs for them to sing to.
“That sign said that there’s a spa nearby! Oh Mel-Mel can we stop at the spa!?”
...they’re stopping at the spa. No one regrets stopping at that spa, everyone’s back pain is gone now!
Will be trying out perfumes that each stop has and buying a select few.
Paris👏shopping👏trip👏
He’ll be buying gifts for everyone for sure!
Beel:
Is the one who did most of the heavy lifting when loading up everyone’s stuff. 
Beams with happiness at the size of the kitchen. 
And the fridge!
Is the reason the van stops at most of the fast food places they find.
Worries about Lily’s constant red face and is concerned that she’s sick.
Gets a bit too close when taking her temperature.
“Lily are you ill?! You’re burning up!”
Will be upset when Lily locks herself in the bath room, not knowing that she’s overloaded and flustered.
Thinks he’s upset her and gets upset himself.
It takes half an hour for Bephie to spell it out for him. 
“Dude, she’s got a crush on you” 
“......wait what?”
Ends up getting flustered himself and hides in a cupboard.
It takes another hour for Bephie to get him to leave the cupboard.
When he does he starts to think about Melaina’s reaction to him and her little sister dating.
He goes back in the cupboard.
“Mel’s going to kill me!”
“..Dude, she’s not going to kill you..”
It’s another hour before the situation get’s Melaina’s attention and tries to help coax him out the cupboard.
“I’m not going to kill you, Beel. I think you’d be good for her.”
It’s twenty minutes later when Beel leaves the cupboard and gives both Bephie and Mel a big bear hug.
Beel offers Lily to share some food with him. They are both a blushing mess while sharing a bag of chips together. 
Bephie: 
Claims one of the buck-beds.
When in the passenger seat, he and Mel talk about nothing and everything. Or he’s asleep, wrapped up in one of his blankets.
Will be hanging out with Beel and Lily most of the time.
Likes the idea of Lily being a sister-in-law, via Lucifer/Melaina and Beel/Lily.
Falls asleep on both of them while watching films.
Would climb into Melaina’s bed and snuggle with her.
Flips off Lucifer when he gets glared at for doing so.
Will buy more pillows, blankets and stuff animals at the stops he’s awake for.
Sometimes wakes up to a parked and empty van.
Will be grumpy at everyone when they return.
“...fuck you guys...”
Will lighten up when he’s give a gift from where ever they’ve been.
“Ok, you get to live”
Checks the cinemas nearby for newly released films for them to go and watch.
Will also go to DVD stores and picks a few “So bad they’re good” film for everyone to watch. 
Diavolo:
Is the ultimate Dad on holiday. Constantly has a camera around his neck.
He’s ecstatic for family time and getting to know Lily.
In the passenger seat he switches between quietly watching the world go by and asking a seemingly unending string of questions.
“Those kids are waving at us Mel!”
“They’re playing ‘good car, bad car’.”
“Really? What does game in tale?”
“Well, they wave at other people in different cars, if they get a wave back it’s a ‘good car’, if not it’s a ‘bad car’.”
“Fascinating!”
He waves with both hands. Has the biggest grin on his face when the kids react by cheering.
Will want to know other travel games and might get on his adopted daughter’s nerves just a little bit.
Takes all the photos at every stop.
Fatherly teasing when he catches Lucifer and Melaina holding hands.
Takes photos of them when they have loving moments without them knowing.
It’s the best day ever when Lily (accidentally) calls him dad.
He picks her up in a big Dad hug.
“Look Barbatos! I have another daughter!”
Barbatos: 
Spends most of the time waiting on everyone out of habit. 
Seems to always have some tea ready.
Can tell when Diavolo’s questions are starting to annoy Mel and diverts his Lord’s attention else where.
Is the keeper of the maps and only sits at the passenger seat to help navigate when lost.
He disappears into an unknown rooms in the van and no one knows where the rooms are, how to get there or what the rooms are for.
When asked about it, he just smiles and walks away to fetch more tea.
Makes sure that the humans take their medication/travel sickness tablets.
Keeps the van spotless, snacks on the table and cups full, despite Melaina telling him to stop and relax for a while.
Bakes some cupcakes special for Lily after Lord Diavolo “adopts” her.
Solomon: 
Constantly doing narrating pranks on camera.
“And that’s when they became horrible lost.”
“Are we lost?”
“No.”
“She lied”
“Stop it.”
Keeps making “Married Couple” jokes at Lucifer and Melaina.
Would attempt to prank Lily, but the burning feeling of Melaina glaring at him stops him.
Spends a lot of time exploring the van and all the rooms.
Refuses to admit that he got lost.
Sneaks off from the group when they’ve stopped to visit somewhere.
Keeps everyone waiting to for him to come back before they can leave.
When asked wear the fuck he was, he’d only ever say he was on a hunt for knowledge.
Translation: He’s been finding more magical knowledge with questionable means.
Is banned from the passenger seat, for recording Melaina while narrating everything she does. 
Simeon:
Absolutely adores Lily and decides for himself to be a guardian angel to both sisters.
Every time Lily does something that’s adorable he wraps his arms around her and snuggles her; his wings circle both of them as if protecting her.
“By my Lord, you are so adorable!”
“Melaina, help!”
“Hey, turtle dove, ease it back a bit please.”
He will be interested in Lily’s story, since gender identities work very differently for Angels and Demons, he’d be very interested in the subject. 
Plus, knowing what he does about their birth parents from Melaina; Simeon is concerned about the difficulties the poor thing faced trying to figure out her identity. 
Simeon makes sure that Lily does want to talk about it, he really doesn’t want to push her if she’s uncomfortable.
He ends up learning a lot about the subject from Lily, maybe there’s a new book to be written in the future.
Will be playing board games and card games, that he’s learned from the humans, with Luke and anyone else would like to join.
Can’t help but ship Beel and Lily after seeing them blushing like idiots at each other. 
He actually tears up a little, he’s so happy.
Then he looks toward the front of the van at the other couple. Melaina is asleep and he’s caught Lucifer laying his cloak over her.
Simeon smiles wide, he’s so happy for both the humans and his old friends. 
He feels nice and warm inside.
He’ll request to stop at a church now and then so he can pray for his friends’s happiness. 
He also requests to visit Venice Italy.
Will have his turn in the fabled passenger seat. He had fun picking songs to play... until one started playing that wasn’t his cup of tea.
He slowly looked at Melaina, trying to not judge.
Mel’s lips were pressed together and trying to not laugh.
Simeon then got up and left to sit back down with Luke.
“I’m sorry!”
“.....”
“Simeon?”
“.....”
“Turle Dove?”
“..I need time to forgive you, friend.”
Luke: 
Will be both excited for a road trip with the human sisters and annoyed that the demons are also tagging along.
Low-key is enjoying everyone’s company.
Is either by Simeon side or in the kitchen baking sweats.
Don’t really understand the concept of being transgender, but supports Lily all the way!
Really, really wants to play card games with Melaina, but she’s driving most of the time.
Isn’t aloud at the passenger seat. because they were pulled over by the police about letting a child in the front seat without a booster seat.
He is very, very sulky afterwards. 
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Flu Season
Here it is! Inspired by another prompt for Cute Girls and Hot Androids. This one features ConnorxReaderxSixty! I've written about them a few times on my Ao3 account (this one would only be the second one that ISN'T nsfw.) I like sadistic Sixty, but with my dom personality, I just adore softboi Sixty. Anyway, I don't think it's really necessary to read the others, though I guess if you want more of a background into Sixty's issues, I could post the non-nsfw one here if anybody wants.
Warning: description of sickness I guess.
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You weren't even awake when Sixty noticed your body was warmer than usual. Sitting up, he carefully nudged Connor, trying not to wake you.
'Connor, I think somethings wrong with Y/n. She's warmer than usual.'
Connor tried not to rouse you, but with your arm and leg over him, he couldn't help but jostle you slightly in his bid to get a better look at you. You started to curl into yourself, a sad whine leaving your throat. His scans showed your temperature was higher than it should be, and your cheeks were flushed.
"Heart, Are you alright?" Connor murmured against your ear, earning another pitiful whine. You didn't answer. Instead, you clambered out from between your two lovers, your steps unsteady as you made your way to the bathroom.
Connor and Sixty looked to each other before both climbed out of bed. They moved to stand outside the bathroom door, but neither knew how to proceed.
"Y/n?" Sixty called hesitantly. Only a moment later, they could hear you getting violently sick. "Y/n!" Sixty tried the door handle, but it was locked. You never lock the door. "Y/n, open the door!" Your only reply was more of that horrendous retching. Just as Connor moved to break open the door, the two could hear the sound of the toilet flushing, along with the sound of you sniffling.
The door opened, and you looked positively miserable. Your face was completely flushed, with tears streaking down your cheeks. You kept gulping, fighting off another round of vomiting. Your eyes were glazed, as if you were out of it.
"I don't feel good." Your voice was so small, almost childlike.
Connor pulled you close, and you practically fell against him. Your temperature had spiked during your episode, sitting too high for comfort. He stood there, holding you, unsure what to do.
"Have you ever dealt with her being sick before?" Sixty asked. During his time in the trios unconventional relationship, you had never fallen ill before. With Sixty's damaged systems, you and Connor had helped him more times than he was comfortable with, but he has never known you to be sick. Apparently, neither has Connor, shaking his head.
"I've only known her to be sick once before, when she called out from work for a few days. She kept assuring me that she was fine, but she wanted to be left alone, so I didn't help." Even though he really wanted to. He wasn't even in a romantic relationship with you at the time, but all his thoughts were on you, worrying about your welfare. Hank could hardly get his attention for five minutes during those three days, both at work and at home. It wasn't until you returned to the office on the forth day, a little pale but otherwise alright, that he could relax.
Now he stood, in the middle of the night, more bracing you up than holding you, without a single idea of what to do.
"Do you want to go back to bed?" Sixty leaned forward, speaking softly to you. After a moment, you hummed a negative. Your head was swimming and you were certain that this was only the first round of bathroom trips, with many to come. By the time you get comfortable in bed, you would just have to jump up again.
"How about the couch?" Connor suggested. It was closer, and if you couldn't make it, there was a trash bin tucked in one of the cabinets against the arms. You hummed again, though he wasn't certain if it was actually a positive. Since it was different from the first hum, he assumed so, leading you to the couch. You kept tripping over your own feet, and all he wanted in that moment was to carry you, but the jostling might agitate your stomach. He finally was able to sit you down, but right then, you jumped back up, heading to the bathroom and shutting the door quickly.
"I believe she might have gastroenteritis, or rather, the stomach flu." Sixty moved towards his predecessor, showing a web page on his palm. It matched your symptoms. He could do a blood analysis to be sure, but it seemed extreme to prick your finger when you already felt so terrible. It made sense. Many people at the department were coming down with it. It was making Hank even less sociable than he already is.
"What are the treatment plans?" Sixty scrolled down.
"Keep her hydrated is the most important. It says to use something with electrolytes to replenish the salts she's losing as well. Over the counter medications can be effective with her fever and some of her symptoms if she can keep them down. Light, easy to digest meals. Cold compresses to lower her temperature. Keep sounds, smells, and lights to a minimum to avoid agitating her symptoms. If she doesn't improve, we might have to take her to the hospital." Connor made a shopping list and mapped out the fastest route to a store that would have all he needs and be open at 3:47 am.
"Alright, I'll go get supplies. Do you think you'll be alright?" Connor asked.
"Yes, I think I can handle it." Connor smiled, giving Sixty a quick peck on the lips, promising to be back as quickly as possible.
With Connor gone, Sixty sat outside of the bathroom, listening to the horrible sounds you were making, each one made him consider breaking the door down. Why did you keep locking it? The toilet would flush a few moments later. He can hear you crying, tearing him apart. He hates that he can't help, that you won't let him help.
After a while, it occurred to him that you had stopped making those sounds, and the toilet hadn't flushed.
"Y/n? Are you alright?" He knew it was a dumb question, of course you weren't.
"Sixty?" You never stopped amazing him when you were able to tell the difference between him and Connor. Their voice was almost the same, but you claimed Sixty's had a different inflection to it. It must be true, as the only time you got their names backwards is when you're rambling, and when you realize it, you were quick to correct it.
"Yes?"
"Could... Could you... grab me a new shirt?" You sounded ashamed, meek compared to your usual upbeat voice. He rushed to grab you a clean, comfortable shirt. Returning to the bathroom, he was pleased to find it unlocked. When he opened the door, you were sitting on the floor by the toilet, resting against it. Your pajama top was missing, tossed to the side, a mess on the front of it. He gave you the shirt, but it wasn't long until he understood that you would be unable to put it on yourself. You just felt too weak. He carefully helped you put it on.
"Usually, I'm taking your clothes off. It's nice to switch it up." He joked, earning a small laugh and a wry smile. "Do you want to try laying down again?"
"Not yet, " you whimpered, returning to laying across the toilet seat. Sixty rubbed your back in a soothing motion. Noticing your hair, he grabbed a hair-tie from the sink and loosely tied it back.
"Thanks."
"Of course."
"Where's Con?" You made a strange sound, scrunching your face up in revulsion.
"He went to buy medicine and supplies. He'll be back soon." You hummed, though it turned into a whine when you felt your stomach churn again.
"You don't need to stay," You mumbled, "I'm pretty gross right now."
It hit Sixty. That's why you've been locking the door. You're self-conscious about your illness.
"You're not gross, you're sick. You're still perfect to me."
"You might think otherwise in about five seconds."
"Not likely. I can't think of anything you could do that would make me, or Connor for that matter, think otherwise." In that moment, you lurched forward, expelling your stomach contents into the toilet. It was even more violent than it sounded, your torso rigid, knuckles white from how hard you were gripping the seat. You coughed and gagged, trying to catch your breath. He had experienced system purges himself, finding them to be extremely unpleasant, but this looked downright painful. He continued to rub your back, wishing for Connor to hurry home.
......
Meanwhile, Connor was standing in front of the medical supplies, completely lost. There were so many different variations of medications, each seeming to treat a wide variety of symptoms. They came in capsules, tablets, liquids... Which one was best? He hasn't been this confused since you sent him to buy pads for the first time. He picked up two different medicines, reading what they alleviated. In his rush to leave the house, he didn't really pay close attention to your specific ailment. You weren't coughing when he left, but you just woke up, so it might have manifested in his absence. Sixty might know.
.......
'Sixty, is Y/n congested?'
At home, Sixty was draping a blanket over your form, still in the bathroom. Despite your fever, you were shivering uncontrollably. Sixty considered the question. You sounded congested, but he wasn't certain if it was from the flu or you crying.
"Y/n, can you describe your symptoms?"
You spat, flushing the toilet, absolutely disgusted with yourself.
"Other... Than the... Obvious... My head hurts... Stomach hurts... Everything hurts... I just... I don't know... I just feel like shit, " you huffed out. You rested your burning forehead against the seat, the cool plastic felt nice, but in no time at all, it was warm and uncomfortable.
'She says everything hurts and she has a headache. Please hurry.' Seeing you so miserable when he could do so little to help made him feel awful.
"Are... Are you messaging Connor? Ahh-Ask him if... If he could pick up crackers and ginger ale."
'She wants crackers and ginger ale.'
'Got it.'
......
Connor grabbed a couple of different ones, deciding that they will figure it out when he gets home. Pulling up the web page, he made a list of what else he would need. Broth, sports drink, cold compress, heating pad; along with your requested items. He swiftly checked out and headed home.
.......
"Are you ready?" Sixty draped your arm over his shoulder.
"Yeah, slowly." Carefully, he hauled you to your feet. He would have rather carried you, but you worried the motion would upset your stomach again. Gradually, he walked you to the couch. He had set up several pillows and another blanket for you, leaving the other one on the bathroom counter for later, pulling it over you as you laid down.
"Do you want anything?"
"Water please." Sixty nodded, moving quickly. He handed you the glass. You thanked him, taking a small sip, the cool water felt good on your sore throat. You held the glass against your forehead. It gave Sixty an idea. He took the glass from you, setting it on a nearby table.
"Would you sit up for a moment?" You complied and he sat behind you, gently pulling you to lie down with him. He lowered his hand's temperature, placing it on your head.
"That feels nice." You sighed, practically melting against him. He smiled, happy to have found some way to ease your suffering, if only a little. "Can you put on a movie? One we've seen a dozen times. I need a distraction."
"Sure." He connected to the tv, turning it on and going to your playlist.
.......
You were dozing off by the time the sound of the front door opened. You opened your eyes, seeing Connor carrying several bags. He set the bags on the coffee table, crouching down in front of you."
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. Next question." You gave him a crooked smile. He leaned forward, shifting Sixty's hand for a second and pressing his lips to your forehead.
"Your fever is still far too high, " he riffled through the bags, "because you can't stomach solids, I grabbed this one. It should absorb into your system faster." He produced a bottle of purple cold and flu medicine.
"No."
Your answer baffled both androids.
"What?" They blurted simultaneously.
"I am not drinking that."
"Why not?" Connor regarded the bottle, "You like grapes."
"Try it."
He glanced up at you to see if you were serious. Surely it can't be so bad that you would rather suffer through your symptoms. Apparently, you thought so, as you weren't joking. He opened the bottle and brought it to his nose, taking a whiff. It was quite... Strong. He poured a small amount into the pre-measured cup and put it in his mouth. Instant regret set in. Has the person who created this abomination ever even tasted a grape? He wasn't even sure it would be good for his systems if he swallowed it. You couldn't help but laugh at the faces he was making.
Sixty's curiosity got the better of him. He reached down and took the bottle from Connor, opening it. The older RK choked down his mouthful.
"Don't."
He almost heeded him too, but the fault in deviant detective androids is their burning curiosity. It barely touched his tongue before he spit it back out into the bottle.
"Oh, rA9, toss it. That's horrible." Sixty handed Connor back the bottle, as if it were poisonous. Connor got up and chucked it in the bin, returning to his spot on the floor.
"Stop making... Making me laugh! It hurts!" You giggled. Their reaction was worth the pain. You wished you had recorded it, you doubt that they'd give you their memory file.
"Well, I also grabbed liquid capsules. Hopefully, they'll dissolve quickly." He went through the bags again and pulled out the small box, popping two pills out, and a can of ginger ale. You took them both, sipping on the drink and handing it back, which he put next to your water. You sank back down against Sixty.
"You two are the best." They both swelled with pride at your grumbled words.
Connor stood up, taking another purchase out of the bag and plugging it into a nearby outlet. Ensuring it was at the proper setting, he laid it out over your stomach. The gentle heat from the pad helped ease the ache. Thanks to Sixty, the cold compress wasn't necessary. It was quite a brilliant idea. The older android still put the compress into the freezer, just in case, then joined you and Sixty on the couch, lifting your legs so he could settle under them and the blanket. He kept one hand on your leg, gently rubbing it, or tracing shapes into the skin. His other hand stretched out over the back of the couch, intertwining with the fingers of Sixty's free hand.
They kept vigil over your resting form, ready to assist you the second you ask. Unfortunately, you were only able to doze off for about twenty minutes, though it felt like seconds, before you sprung up.
"Don't follow me." Was all you got out before you dashed to the bathroom. Against their wishes, they obeyed, counting the minutes that passed by. After fourteen, you slowly crept back.
"Are you-" Sixty started.
"I don't wanna talk about it, " was your quick reply. Some things are better left unsaid.
"I got this, though if it's like the other, let me know." Connor grabbed a bottle with pink liquid in it. You took it, considering your options. Eventually, you set it next to your drinks, taking another small sip of the ginger ale before lying back down.
"It's not bad, but its not good either. I might try it later. Right now, my stomach doesn't know what it's doing and I'd rather have as little as possible in it."
"I'm sorry you feel so terrible, " Connor softy spoke. He couldn't help but think that he could have prevented this. As of late, you had been dealing with a lot of work stress, weakening your immune system. Had he calculated that, along with the fact that the flu had been making it's rounds among the other human detectives, he could have altered your meal plan, perhaps started you on vitamins, ensured you only ate what him and Sixty prepared for you, and checked that you were washing your hands after touching anything, maybe then-
"Connor, " you narrowed your eyes at the older RK800. You knew that look, the remorseful sorrow sitting just under the surface of the contemplating android. "It was bound to happen. Humans get sick, and I had been overdue. I might feel like I'm dying, but I know I'm not. It will pass. I'm just happy I can't get the two of you sick." You would have felt even more guilty that they were waiting on your every request if they were also risking their health to do so. Not to mention, when you're ill, you can't help but want to be held and cared for. Misery loves company, you suppose.
Connor smiled and nodded. He still feels it was preventable, but there's no use dwelling on the past. All he can do now is help to care for you.
The sun was starting to rise, signaling it was almost time to start getting ready for work. Sixty connected with the blinds, closing them all so the sun wouldn't bother you. Your temperature was dropping, much to their elation, though it was still in the triple digits. Connor made the decision to call all three of them out of work, claiming you had the flu and Sixty was having an episode, leaving him to care for the two. He didn't like lying, but he knows whether he or Sixty goes to work, both would be unable to focus, thoughts only on you. Fowler was upset, naturally, but agreed.
Your boys took care of you, playing movie after movie that you would just sleep through if you were lucky. They took turns comforting you when you were purging your, already empty, stomach, rubbing your back or getting you water. Later on, Connor ran you a bath while Sixty gathered your dirty clothes, tossing them in the washer and finding you some fresh, dry pajamas. They did everything in their power to help you make a full recovery. With your two doctors on the case, it was only a matter of time before you're back on your feet.
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Poor Baby
Based on This Post by @nerdasaurus1200
Poor baby
Ladybug internally screamed as she raced home, she had a single dot left on her earrings and her parents were expecting her to be in her room, given the fact she had been grounded for being out late. Chat had found it hilarious that her parents grounded her because she was Ladybug and she wouldn’t tell them such, although, she could tell he was slightly envious, given that his own homelife wasn’t great. Quite the opposite, actually.
She spotted her skylight the was directly above her bed, it was still open from when she went out. Ladybug was thankful that it hadn’t rained, she didn’t think her parents would by the spilt bottle of water excuse again. Diving through and landed in a crouch on her bed.
“Tikki, spots off.” Pink light engulfed the room as her transformation dropped, Marinette let herself relax before she stood up and closed the window, before turning around and coming face to face with both her parents looking at her in dumbfounded shock.
“Marinette, you’re Ladybug?” Whispered her mother.
A voice, deep down in Marinette’s subconscious, told her to play dumb.
“Who’s Marinette?” Blurted Marinette.
The voice was now screaming not that dumb.
“So, this is why you’ve been skipping class?” Said her father, crossing his arms.
“Yes, no, well, kinda,” Marinette started to babble, “I don’t think everyone would be pleased if I just leave an Akuma until my classes finish, but I could do that!”
Tom and Sabine exchanged a look, before settling a disapproving look on Marinette.
“I can’t tell if you’re giving me that look because I said Akuma attacks could wait or the fact I’m excusing skipping class.” Said Marinette, internally crying, being a normal functioning human being was hard.
“You were impaled.” Said Sabine, “Not five minutes ago.”
“It’s too dangerous.” Said Tom, making Marinette bristle.
“There’s no one else to do it, Chat can’t reverse the damage or purify the Akuma, all the others were exposed by Chloe, the Guardian was captured by Hawkmoth and had to wipe his own memory and-” Marinette took a deep shuddering breath, as tears started running down her face, “a-and Hawkmoth has the tablet the Guardian was using and he’s going to use it and-” Tom wrapped his arms around his daughter, allowing her to breakdown.
“The next time an attack happens, you come and get us, okay?” Said Tom, making Marinette look up at him. Sabine silently passed a tissue to Marinette, so she could wipe her nose.
Marinette’s lower lip trembled, before she gave a shaky nod, before breaking down again.
Hopefully, the next Akuma attack wouldn’t need any assistance.
.
.
.
The Universe just loved to prove Marinette wrong, didn’t it?
Ladybug ducked under the Akuma’s swing, narrowly avoiding her head coming off. Ladybug thought back to the promise she’d made her parents, as well as the conversation that came after it.
To summarise it, it involved how anyone who saw the temporary Heroes’ identities couldn’t actually place a face to a name, making Marinette think on how the Miraculous worked, after that Marinette had fallen asleep, not able to think long before she passed out from exhaustion. That was an enjoyable conversation Marinette had with her parents when she woke up.
There was an explosion, who had Ladybug steel her nerves, swallow her pride and duck away from the fight to grab the Fox and the Turtle and pray that her parents weren’t in her room waiting for her.
Ladybug landed on her bed, getting a small cough from the chaise.
Tom and Sabine’s arms were folded as they looked at the Heroine.
“Maman, Papa,” Ladybug laughed nervously, “I was just coming to get you.”
Sabine raised her eyebrows, making Ladybug’s shoulder slump. Ladybug fished around under her bed and pulled out the Miracle Box, opening it, she pulled out the Fox and the Turtle, which she handed to her mother and father respectively.
“Fox, Miraculous of Illusion, Turtle, Miraculous of Protection.” Said Ladybug, as Trixx and Wayzz appeared, “Trixx, Wayzz, Maman and Papa, Maman and Papa, Trixx and Wayzz.”
“Greetings.”
“’Sup.”
Everyone looked at Wayzz, before going back to business.
“Maman say ‘Trixx, Let’s pounce.’ Papa say ‘Wayzz, Shell on.’”
A flash of green and orange later her parents were wearing the Miraculouses. Ladybug looked at her father.
“How come your suits are better looking than mine?” Demanded Ladybug, folding her arms and huffing.
“You can ask them that later.” Said Sabine, as she hauled herself out of the skylight, “So, what do you call us?”
“Maman and Papa.” Said Ladybug, dumbly.
“I meant hero names.” Said Sabine, looking down at Ladybug.
“I generally leave that up to them.” Said Ladybug, as Tom moved away from the window so she could climb up.
“Okay, I’ll be Húlí.” Said Sabine, resting a hand on her hip.
“And I’ll be Tortue.” Said Tom, making Ladybug give them a deadpan stare.
“Maman is lucky I don’t understand Chinese anymore, but really,” Said Ladybug, as the three headed towards Chat, “You’re calling yourself ‘Turtle’?”
“You call yourself Ladybug and He calls himself ‘Black Cat’, I reserve the right to call myself ‘Turtle’.” Tortue folded his arms.
“New heroes?” Asked Chat looking at Húlí and Tortue.
“Yeah, meet Húlí and Tortue.” Said Ladybug, gesturing to the two.
“Fox and Turtle, nice.” Cackled Chat, making Ladybug freeze.
“Maman, really?” Groaned Ladybug, making Húlí giggle.
“Maman?” Questioned Chat, before grinning, “M’Lady, I didn’t realise I was meeting your parents!”
“Chat?” Asked Ladybug, “Did you say you had a Girlfriend?”
Chat froze, “Oh, yeah, about that…”
There was a crashing sound, making the four look down the street.
“Akuma now, talk later?” Asked Ladybug, before she shot off, Húlí following her.
Tortue and Chat followed, slightly behind.
“What is going on with your Girlfriend?”
“W-well, she thinks something is missing,” Said Chat, nervously scratching the back of his head, “namely another person and she knows who I am and suggested Ladybug, but I don’t know how Ladybug would respond to that.”
Tortue was silent.
“Do you know who Ladybug is?” Asked Tortue, making Chat blush.
“Well, Kagami thinks she’s Marinette,” Said Chat, looking down, “b-but then she’d be out of anyone’s league.”
Tortue stopped, before cocking his head slightly, “Adrien?”
Chat froze, “Oh no, Ladybug’s gonna kill me.”
“No, she won’t.” Chuckled Tortue, as they caught up with Ladybug and Húlí.
“This shouldn’t take long.” Said Ladybug, before Húlí stalked up to the Akuma.
“Wait-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Screamed Ladybug, as Húlí stopped a metre away from the Akuma.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Said Húlí in her ‘mother’ voice.
The Akuma, miraculously didn’t say anything, only looking guilty and staring down at their feet.
“Well?” Pressed Húlí, her hands going to her hips.
“Trying to get the Miraculous.” Mumbled the Akuma, quietly.
“Pardon, I didn’t hear you.” Said Húlí, her eyes narrowing into a glare.
“Trying to get the Miraculous.” The Akuma repeated, louder.
“And why are you doing it?” Said Húlí, her voice deadly calm.
“Because Hawkmoth told me to.” Said the Akuma, making Húlí let out a bark of laughter.
“Because Hawkmoth told you to.” Húlí repeated, “Tell me, if Hawkmoth told you to jump of a cliff, would you still do it?”
The Akuma quietly shook their head.
“Item. Now.” Húlí’s voice was stern, making the Akuma hand their object over to the woman, who in turn, passed it to Ladybug.
One quick heal later, Ladybug was standing away from her parents, who were fussing over Chat Noir.
“Ladybug, can I have a quick question?” Asked Alya, making Ladybug jump a foot in the air.
“Oh, okay, sure.” Said Ladybug, turning and facing Alya, who was joined by Nino.
“I noticed two new heroes in the field today,” Began Alya, “A new Fox and Turtle, while I’m aware of the Miracle Queen incident, it didn’t take you long to replace Carapace and Rena Rouge. Did they do something wrong or upset you in any way?”
“That’s not recording is it?” Asked Ladybug, getting a quick nod from Alya.
“Alya, you and Nino didn’t do anything wrong.” Said Ladybug, desperately trying to keep Alya happy with her.
“Then why is there a new Rena Rouge and Carapace?” Asked Alya, gesturing to the two new heroes, who were still fussing over Chat.
“My parents found out my identity and refuse to let me out of their sight.” Explained Ladybug, tiredly.
Alya took one look at Tortue and immediately recognised him as Tom and a searching look at Húlí told her that it was Sabine. Then Alya realised that Ladybug said her parents and Tom and Sabine only had one child with them.
“Marinette?” asked Alya, cautiously searching Ladybug’s face.
Ladybug emitted a sound that sounded like a Pterodactyl; and Alya couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“Did you tell them, or…?” asked Alya, Ladybug laid her head on Alya’s shoulder, letting out a small whine.
“They saw me detransform in my room.” Mumbled Ladybug, oblivious to her parents noticing her with Alya and Nino.
“Aw, you poor baby.” cooed Alya, patting Ladybug’s head.
“First my parents, now you,” Whimpered Ladybug, “I’m a terrible guardian, I can’t even keep my identity secret properly.”
“Marinette, breathe.” Soothed Alya, rubbing Ladybug’s back.
“Marinette!” Gasped Chat, making Ladybug jump and spin around.
Ladybug groaned.
(I am willing to write a follow up to this)
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starcountesseevee · 3 years
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A Rocket Coincidence (Part 25)
Part 24 / Part 26
     Kali woke up with a start, wincing at the sudden flare of pain in her back as she sat up on the couch. Her and Mara, who was still asleep on the other end of the sofa, had stayed up way late last night binging movies until the early hours of Valentine’s Day morning. She was glad they had closed Simply Yoga for the day, there was no way she would be able to teach a class like this. Extracting herself from the tangle of blankets she got up and tucked Mara in a little more before quietly slipping off to her room. She felt bad for her friend, Kali knew all about being single on Valentine’s Day although it was probably worse to be newly broken up with as well. 
     Kali’s stomach rumbled as she went to plug in her now dead Pokegear but damn did she not feel like cooking. Peeking back out into the living room she saw Mara was still asleep and decided to surprise her with some treats from the cafe around the corner. She quickly changed out of her pajamas and brushed her hair into something that was half way normal before sneaking past the living room and out the door. The place was a little more crowded than Kali would have expected for the morning of Valentine’s Day but fortunately they were still well stocked and Kali headed back home with a selection of pastries, muffins, bagels, and spreads to go on any of them; carbs were just the thing to mend a broken heart after all. As Kali headed up the back stairs she was stopped by a young man in a delivery uniform. 
     “Hi, I’m looking for a...Kalysta O’Malley?” He read her name off a clipboard. 
     “That’s me.”
     “Great, can you sign here, thanks.” After she finished signing he handed her a long skinny white box and took off. Kali glanced at the back door but decided to peek in before she got inside. Opening the long box revealed a single red rose with a small card tied to the stem in a pink ribbon. ‘One rose for one girl in one city.’ Kali couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach and the grin on her face as she tucked the card away and went inside. Cliff hadn’t been able to come back to town, which worked out well as Kali could spend the day with Mara, but they did have a call planned for the evening so she wasn’t entirely bummed out.
      “Hey, where’d you run off to?” Mara questioned as Kali walked in. 
     “Good morning to you, too.” 
     “Are those pastries I smell?” Mara ignored the sarcasm and got up with the blanket still wrapped around her to see what Kali had brought home. “Are these from Sweetwater? You are the best.” 
     “Yeah, I know.” Kali grinned.
     “What’s in the box?” 
     “Oh...it’s just a little something from Cliff.” Kali tried shrugging it off. 
     “Come on girl, let me see! Just cause I’m single doesn’t mean I can’t be happy for you.” Kali grinned and excitedly showed off the rose before finding a vase for it. She was glad Mara was in a better mood this morning. As they cleaned up breakfast the two were surprised by a knock on the door. Kali went to answer and was doubly surprised to see another delivery man holding two bouquets of roses, one red and one yellow. 
     “Hi, I’m looking for...Kalysta O’Malley.”
     “That would be me…” Kali was bewildered but signed and thanked the man before struggling to bring both over to the kitchen counter. “What in the world?” She questioned as she opened the card from the red roses first. ‘But you deserve more than one, sorry I couldn’t be there. Happy Valentine’s Day.’ If it was physically possible Kali would have melted into a puddle on the floor right there.
     “Well?”
     Kali handed Mara the card as she reached for the one on the other bouquet. “Oh, wait. This one is addressed to you!” Mara eyed her curiously as she took it. 
     “For being such a great friend to Kali.” Mara read aloud before rolling her eyes. “Someone is trying to earn some brownie points with me.” 
     “Oh come on.” Kali playfully nudged Mara with her elbow. “It’s cute, admit it.”
     “Okay fine.” Mara grinned. “It was very nice of him.” 
     Later that evening Kali propped her tablet against a pillow then checked her reflection in the mirror one last time; Mara may have helped her doll up a little bit more than usual since it was Valentine’s Day. After getting settled on the bed she opened the video call app and waited for Cliff to join, it only took a few moments. 
     “Hey dollface - wow you look gorgeous.” 
     “Thanks.” Kali blushed. “I got the flowers, they were lovely. Mara says thanks too.” 
     “I’m glad you liked them.” 
     “I do.” Kali smiled as she eyes Cliff’s choice of attire, or lack thereof. Wherever he was he was sitting in a chair and was shirtless. Not that she was complaining at all. 
     “How’s Mara feeling?” 
     “She’s alright. She’ll bounce back.” Kali tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as conversation lapsed. “So, how’s work?” 
     "Work is fine."
     "It's always just fine." 
     "You know I can't talk to you about it." 
     "But why not? What's so secretive about Team Rocket that it warrants such a vow of silence?" Cliff arched a brow in a silent response, the look on his face clearly saying what did I just tell you? Kali rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. Guess that's why you're such a big shot, huh? So loyal." She teased. 
     "I would think that's a good quality to have, right?" 
     "You're cute when you're right. So then...why'd you join Team Rocket? Can you at least talk about that?"  
     Cliff was silent for a long moment. "I suppose there's no harm in that. I didn’t join until I was a teenager.”
     “Okay?”
     “My mom was a hard worker and my dad, well he seemed to bounce around jobs a lot. But my mom made good money, she used to sell real estate like big time real estate sometimes even to celebrities. I remember this one time we got to meet Leonardo DiCacnea when she couldn’t find a sitter for me and Fay so she took us to the house showing.” 
     “Wow, really!” 
     “Yeah, he was a really cool guy. Anyway money seemed to go out faster than it came in, we were always broke, and when we were dad got...violent. I…” He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath. 
     “Hey, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Cliff met her concerned gaze and wished they were having this conversation in person.
     “It’s...okay.” He continued after a moment. “My dad was a drinker, he’d go out and sometimes not come home until late. As I got older I figured that’s where the money was going. So one night I followed him. I wanted to know what he was spending mom’s hard earned money on, it wasn’t fair. And that’s when I found out he was gambling it away, on lots of things apparently but most nights he went to an underground pokemon battle ring. I watched him gamble away mom’s money and got so mad!” Even now Kali could hear the anger creeping into his voice as she watched him ball his hands into fists. “And when I confronted him…he just laughed at me. If boss’s -Giovanni’s- men hadn’t stepped in I don’t know how far I would have gone. It was Giovanni that calmed me down and talked to me like I wasn’t some dumb kid. Then he offered me a job. I could help my family, get us out of debt, and away from my dad all at once. So I took it and never looked back. I pretty much owe the boss my life for that.” 
     “I’m so sorry you went through all that.” 
     “It’s life.” Cliff shrugged. “Shit happens. From what you’ve told me you didn’t have it much better.” 
     “I mean mine was good until my mom...passed. It wasn’t till after that my dad started drinking but I was pretty much an adult at that point.” 
     “Dad’s, huh?” Cliff tried joking to lighten the mood, it was Valentine’s Day after all. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to bring the mood down. So how about you tell me a little more about what you’re wearing and how it comes off?” 
     Kali still felt sorry for him but went along with his question. “Oh, this? You see I can pull this tie right here…”
Part 24 / Part 26
So there isn’t really any information on what Cliff’s backstory is so I made one up! Hope you liked it! If we ever do get an official one I don’t know if I’ll change it or not, I guess it’ll depend on what it is. Also wow, I never thought I’d be posting a Part 25! A big thank you to everyone reading this! And to @rubystartrail for always helping! 
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TITLE: scared of the dark and the dentist Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: 18+ Genre: Fluff Word Count: 4,140 Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Mentions of Explicit Sexual Content Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you! 
Summary: “Doctor, next time I’ll open my mouth for you when we’re out of this clinic.” He winks before before closing the door, snickering to himself. He doesn’t miss the faint curse from the doctor as he shakes his head before the door completely closed.
au where Taehyung flirts with his dentist that isn't even his dentist in the first place.
“Taehyung if you don’t wake up in a minute I’m having your tooth pulled instead of mine.” Jimin wails, literally fucking wails.
“See Jimin, having your wisdom tooth intact doesn’t mean you’re not dumb.” He bites back.
An half and an hour later, because Taehyung deemed it necessary to buy the cocoa milk tea that was too sweet to be just 100%, they arrived at Jimin’s appointment at the dentist.
“You can relax at the lounge for a while.” The nurse, the two assumed assists them as Jimin notifies them of his appointment.
“I’m ready.” The volume of the very attractive voice, according to Taehyung, becomes louder, ascending as the person which he assumes is the dentist approaches them. Consistency is key, Taehyung thinks. It is only rational for the attractive voice to be owned be a rather much more attractive doctor. And the title being added before the name of this person makes him the most attractive, Taehyung thinks.
. “Can he come with me?” Jimin suddenly asks the doctor.
“Yes, sure.” The doctor does that thing where he has a tight-lip smile, making dimples pop and makes him look younger.
“Sorry, he’s my son, he’s afraid of the dentist.” Taehyung shows faux sadness, making the lady at the reception laugh and surprisingly, the doctor releases a chuckle, and unsurprisingly a fuck you, really from Jimin.
Jimin and Taehyung spent another hour and a half inside the room, Taehyung rightfully taking a video of Jimin having his tooth pulled and a stiff looking Jimin trying to bear the pain, and Taehyung trying not to ogle the dentist. Not long till they were finished, the two were ushered out back to the reception and the doctor follows suit while Jimin was settling his account.
“Hyejin-ssi, please book Mr. Park another appointment this Friday.” The doctor gently reminds and Taehyung honestly should stop ogling the first time Jimin slapped his back.
“Yes Doctor Jeon.”
“And you, Mr. Park’s father, no appointment for you?” Said Doctor Jeon, nodding at Taehyung.
“I’m also going to book one for myself. My last dentist was not good.” He answers, stirring his milk tea that tastes more like water at this point.
“And I am?” He raises his eyebrows quite adorably. He looks like an excited bunny, Taehyung concludes.
“I’m sure, doctor.” He grins, raising his own eyebrows twice.
“We’re going, thank you and see you on Friday, Doctor!” Jimin speaks, dragging Taehyung by his milktea before walking out of the clinic.
“You’re not fucking coming with me on Friday, sir.” Says Jimin, widening his eyes and his pout coming out, the way it does when he’s complaining.
“I have an appointment.” Taehyung sticks his tongue out and the entire way home Jimin makes a whole ted talk on how Taehyung is letting capitalism and the supposedly attractive doctor trick him into spending money.
“And you two woke me up with this noise because?” Yoongi stands at the doorway of his shared bedroom with Jimin
“This ass-crack looking bitch was flirting with my dentist, hyung!” Jimin’s voice is almost four notes higher, and that says a lot. His face and neck is red from his fuming rant and honestly, Taehyung thinks, it’s not really that serious, Jimin.
“Is.” Taehyung corrects.
“You’re not yet done?” Jimin gasps.
“No?” Taehyung almost sounds offended. Taehyung also thinks he will go extra lengths to get close to the dentist. If he had to know his license details, he damn will. Yoongi stays less than five minutes before shaking his head and stalking back to the bedroom, grumbling about the noise that woke me up, his unfinished task from work, and the inflation rate.
Come Friday and two found themselves at the clinic again. Jimin’s appointment includes him having his wisdom tooth pulled, pulling a snarky comment from Taehyung. Jimin has been sending warning glares to Taehyung for the last hour, as if reprimanding a child going to public places and therefore must behave properly.
“He just needed to have the tooth pulled, honestly. He doesn’t have wisdom.” Taehyung tells the nurse at the reception with faux regret and a glare from Jimin. Jimin was taken under a different dentist this time, and Taehyung wonders if Dr. Jeon is out, which is sad, because Taehyung just had his last visit to the dentist last month, which is approximately 2 weeks ago, and he is at the dentist, because he’s trying to hit on the doctor.
“Kim Taehyung?” A resonating voice pulls Taehyung out of his daze and oh, it’s Dr. Jeon.
“This way?” The doctor dimly smiles, tilting his head towards the room, signaling for Taehyung to come.
“Why didn’t you take my friend?” Taehyung asks as he was seated.
“Ah. I have to be somewhere after this, I needed to ask Dr. Kim to take him instead so I can take you. Scared for your son?” The doctor says, referring to their last banter, and they both chuckle. Yes, take me. Taehyung thinks.
He also thinks impure thoughts at the dentist is not appropriate because having a boner with a cheek retractor hanging off your mouth wouldn’t look good. He’s not really into this kind of kink.
“Why me then?” The doctor was taken aback at the other’s question?
“Just. Are you always this forward?” He asks.
“Depends on the person I’m talking to.” He asks as the doctor assists him in putting on the towel on his chest.
“Jeongguk.” The doctor says, and Taehyung frowns in question.
“Call me Jeongguk.” He adds.
“Are you younger than me?” Taehyung asks as Jeongguk prepares the last materials, what Taehyung assumes is the paste.
“Guess.”
“Aren’t you older than me?”
“You’re passing up the opportunity?”
“Taehyung.” Taehyung introduces himself.
“I know.”
“That’s hot.” He comments and the other chuckles.
The two continued to banter until it was time to get on the actual reason why Taehyung was there in the first place. Surely Jeongguk isn’t younger than him, and he doesn’t look that old either. Taehyung continues to guess as the other continues to prod his mouth. The doctor works in relative silence, often making soft instructions and all that.
“You kept a good job of maintaining your teeth healthy.” He comments. Unbeknownst to him, Taehyung had it cleaned two weeks ago. Sue him. Taehyung opens up his mouth as instructed, with Dr. Jeon tilting his chin slightly upwards and no, Taehyung shouldn’t enjoy being manhandled when the doctor has an inch of a finger deep inside his mouth, alongside the apparatuses.
Soon Taehyung was wiping the last bits of water surrounding his mouth, patting it dry and was told he can proceed back to his ‘son’, as the doctor dubbed Jimin. Taehyung was halfway out the door when he turned around to the doctor, cleaning up his mess when he sticks his head in as to avoid being heard by the other patients.
“Doctor, next time I’ll open my mouth for you when we’re out of this clinic.” He winks before closing the door, snickering to himself. He doesn’t miss the faint curse from the doctor as he shakes his head before the door completely closed.
“I’m having secondhand embarrassment from you.” Jimin almost seethes.
“I’m not coming back here. You embarrassed me and my name.” The two stands at the opposite sides of the car but not before they were able to get inside, the doctor was out and seems to be carrying a bag, on his way to a lecture he has to be on in thirty minutes.
“Taehyung! Have you guessed already?” Jeongguk calls out, referring to the conversation they had not long ago. Jimin stands still watching the two and he wonders just what the fuck did Taehyung do while he was busy. He reminds himself to pull it out of the other when they get home.
“25.” Taehyung says.
“Guess again. Here’s my calling card. Text me your guesses.” The doctor hands out a piece of card to Taehyung. Jimin, having enough of their shit, pushes himself inside the car, making sure to close the door a little louder. Jeongguk bids goodbye soon as he really needs to leave and Taehyung gets inside the car, Jimin already glaring at him.
“What?” He asks, acting clueless.
“You embarrass me and my name.” Jimin repeats. The two went home and as usual, Jimin tells Yoongi all of Taehyung’s antics as if they were at a parent-teacher meeting. He texts Jeongguk later on that day.
I see. Jeongguk replies. The two didn’t message each other after that, leaving the conversation open. Jeongguk may or may not have been distracted at the lecture that day, he doesn’t care.
~ ~ ~
Taehyung sat at the little shop 3 blocks behind his office that sells coffee and tea in hopes of running away from the silent and busy office that is seriously getting in the way of his creativity. In front of him is his laptop and a small portable tablet and his tea sitting a little behind his laptop, probably half cold. He would say he is trying to get inspiration from the place and the people, but it’s hard when he’s currently working on a story of a human reincarnated as a dog.
“Are you taken?” A voice jolts him from his trance and he looks up to see Jeongguk standing beside his table.
“Sorry?” Taehyung asks because he couldn't be sure if he misheard what the other said or-
“I asked if this seat is taken.” Jeongguk grins the little shit that he is. Basking on the fact that that clearly wasn’t what he said the first time.
“Uh, no.” Taehyung stammers and quickly pulls his laptop closer to him, giving the other side space. If Taehyung was distracted back in the office, he sure as hell won’t be able to finish his work now. Not with Jeongguk sitting across from him, “Why are you here?” He asks.
“Coffee break.” Jeongguk replies, leaning back. “Do you have a guess already?”
“ 26.” Taehyung answers.
“You’re quiet today. Bad day?” Jeongguk asks. He doesn’t need to know he is quite a distraction to Taehyung, thank you.
“I only open my mouth when I’m demanded to.” He replies, rolling his lips to stop himself from laughing.
And he’s back.Jeongguk thinks. “Do you always make sexual innuendos?”
“I already told you I’m willing to open my mouth for you in a different way. One that doesn’t need your dental stuff.” Taehyung explains as he reached for his cup of really cold tea.
“Dental stuff.” Jeongguk repeats.
“Yeah. Never heard of that?” Taehyung gives faux surprise.
“No. Because that doesn/t exist.” Jeongguk huffs.
“It’s okay. We don’t need that. Unless you have a kink for apparatus, which by the way, I’m not kink shaming. I accept everyone.” Jeongguk’s smile only grows bigger until he’s borderline laughing. His smile that was genuine was only meant for close family and friends, and it doesn’t come out too soon until he’s comfortable enough to the people around them. But this walking sexual innuendos in front of him, Taehyung, is like the long-lost friend that knows his whole being, makes him comfortable enough.
The two continue to talk until the sun has obviously set and Taehtyung realized he needs to go back to his office to get the rest of his stuff before going home. Jeongguk on the other hand really needs to go home and finalize the exam for tomorrow’s class. The latter walks Taehyung a block before they need to part ways, as Taehyung’s office goes west and Jeongguk heads up north.
“You still have work?” Taehyung asks.
“I need to go home. I have a class early tomorrow.”
“Ah, so you’re a student.” Taehyung concludes.
“I teach.” The other shrugs. “I go here.” He points toward the street ahead. “Can I see you outside the clinic and out of my work clothes?” He asks.
“Wanna see me open my mouth without having to prod it with a metal?” Taehyung bites back.
“Dinner first. Then I’ll prod it with something else.” Jeongguk answers.
And they’re doing this, in the middle of the streets. In public. The two starts to wonder where their morals end.
“Yes. I’ll have you know I follow instructions thoroughly.” Taehyung says with confidence.
“Good to know. See you, Taehyung.” He nods before heading north, leaving Taehyung watching him walk away and turn a corner, before walking on his way to his office. That night Taehyung busted through Jimin and Yoongi’s shared apartment to share the good news.
(“I need you to clean my name. I couldn’t show my face at the clinic because of you.” Jimin comments.)
~ ~ ~
Jeongguk likes nature, photography, and Taehyung. He likes how his three favorite things and a certain human correlates to each other. Likes how he can do things that he loves at the same time. He likes how he can compare Taehyung to other living things.
In two weeks the two spent after he asked Taehyung out, Jeongguk learns that Taehyung is full of surprises and sex jokes. He learns through exchanges of text messages things that Taehyung has seen in his everyday activities, which entertains him greatly at times when there are vacant slots in his job that lets him settle and be at peace, except for the vibration of his phone as Taehyung’s messages come in rapid succession.
My officemate Mark has a pattern in wearing his pants for a week. I figured it out.
or
I saw someone put a lube in the fridge in the pantry here at the office. Should I report or taste if chocolate lube is good?
or that one
Do you clean other bitches mouth yes or no
to which Jeongguk replies with do I have a choice?
Jeongguk likes the text messages, despite the looks Hyejin is sending him every time he laughs a bit louder than he intended to.
Taehyung likes the replies he gets from Jeongguk, which is quite different from the ones he gets from Jimin and Yoongi when he sends them the same text messages. Jeongguk does not block him from his contacts unlike Jimin.
He remembers the one time he asked Jeongguk if he cleans his own teeth or some DIY shit, Jeongguk had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loud and no, Tae, I’m not that talented.
Jeongguk likes nature and Taehyung. Jeongguk thinks Taehyung is the favorite part of admiring the nature. In front of him is Taehyung holding his phone up, instructing him to move however he wants for at least ten seconds.
“Is that boomerang?” Jeongguk asks.
“No?”
“What is it.”
“You’ll see.” Taehyung says as he focused on the task at hand. Once he was done and satisfied with his take he pockets his phone and continues walking.
“You said I’ll see.” Jeongguk states as he catches up to Taehyung.
“I didn’t say you’ll see it now.” Taehyung says as if it was obvious, making Jeongguk frown at him playfully before letting it go for the meantime.
The two spent a good two hours at the garden museum, gushing over the different plants found both outdoors and the indoor portion of the museum. Taehyung takes photos of the things he likes - museums and Jeongguk.
“Do you think my jokes are appropriate for this place?” Taehyung asks.
Jeongguk looks around, noticing the varying age group in their surroundings. “There's a child on your far right. Just whisper them to me.” He laughs.
Jeongguk’s idea of a casual dinner is the ramen place not too far from Jeongguk’s home. Taehyung thinks it is not a coincidence once he knew where the other one lives. Not that he minds.
Taehyung learns that Jeongguk has a special ability to munch up bowls of ramen if he has the time and energy. He also learns he can see it live on the second date. Taehyungs heart was beating in his ass when he heard the other say that.
Jeongguk’s idea of a walk until they find a dessert is a walk down to a yogurt shop slightly further away from his apartment.
“Trying to ruin my teeth, sir?” Taehyung asks comically.
“Had to survive. It’s my job. And I get to see you come to my work.”
“I told you, Jeongguk, if you want to open my mouth you don’t need your dental things.” Jeongguk wouldn’t lie when he says he almost popped a boner in their little corner at the yogurt shop.
~ ~ ~
“Taehyung you need to stop bringing sweets here, you’re ruining our reputation.” Hyejin jokingly reprimands Taehyung as he walks in. “He’s finishing up the last person. “
“I’ll be in the pantry.” Taehyung points to the room.
The two got together literally right after the two went out to their second outing, which is basically at the digital museum and a run into the sweets shop beside the museum.
(“Jeongguk, I’m not airdropping you a dick pic in public.”)
“Taehyung, marry me.” Jeongguk asks. The two got drunk on a Saturday night at Jeongguk’s apartment after Taehyung got kicked out by Yoongi.
“Sorry. I’m a traditional guy. Hold my hand, first.” And Jeongguk did.
“Now I don’t marry a person if they’re not my boyfriend.”
“Be my boyfriend.”
“Okay.” Taehyung replies, finishing up his bottle.
“Good.” And the two fell asleep on the floor. When they woke up in the morning with stiff necks and an aching back, only Jeongguk has memories of what happened last night.
“Good afternoon, boyfriend.” Jeongguk says as he sat up, resting his back on the couch.
“Really?” Taehyung asks as he sat up, curious.
“Yeah. You want to?”
“Yeah sure.”
That same day, after the two cleaned up the mess, namely Jeongguk and Taehyung. Taehyung invited the other to his apartment for a change of scenery, Jeongguk. Live a little. Taehyung showed Jeongguk the animation he worked on one night when he stayed up to talk to the other on the phone.
The animation shows the video he took of Jeongguk at the garden museum, in full outline.
“An ass pic, really?” Jeongguk asks as he closed the door to the pantry.
“You asked me what I was doing.” Taehyung explains as if obvious. Which, it really is obvious.
“And you’re doing that?” Jeongguk says incredulously.
“You were talking too long to reply.” Taehyung shrugs.
~ ~ ~
Jeongguk ended up going to Taehyung’s apartment, with a promise of the chicken he brought and pasta that was cooking up in Taehyung’s chicken. The two had dinner in relative silence, with only the movie that was playing as they dined in front of the tv, and the occasional banter on the lead character. Taehyung craves for chocolate, and so the two found themselves in the sweets section of the supermarket ten minutes away from Taehyung’s apartment.
“Snickers or crunch?” Taehyung asked.
“Crunch.”
“That was a trick question. You’re supposed to tell me ‘whatever you want’ or ‘both’.” Taehyung huffs and Jeongguk snorts.
What was supposed to be just a run into the supermarket to get chocolates turned into a food fest, where they ended up buying popcorns and four seasons juice. Their little food fest then soon turned into a full-on grocery shopping as Taehyung remembered he is almost out of things for his apartment.
“Should we get whip cream?” Taehyung asked, stopping in front of the aisle, Jeongguk hitting his shoulders lightly to Taehyung’s as the other halted his steps unexpectedly.
“For what?”
“For when I suck your dick.”
The two ended up arguing over the bread section, fighting over the pre-made pizza dough. Taehyung thinks Jeongguk is being a killjoy. Jeongguk thinks Taehyung is high.
“Neither one of us got an oven.” Jeongguk told the other for the third time. Maybe fourth, he can’t remember already.
“If you let minor inconveniences stop you from achieving your dreams where would that get you?” Taehyung almost challenges.
And really, we’re doing this, Jeongguk thinks.
“Not having an oven is not a minor inconvenience. It’s a major one.” Jeongguk emphasizes the last part.
Taehyung eventually lets it go, for the meantime, but not without mumbling under his breath that I know someone with an oven. Jeongguk lets him sulk.
~ ~ ~
If their schedules allow them, Jeongguk would often wait for Taehyung to finish in his work and the two would meet at the cafe where they met coincidentally that one time. It is almost a tradition that they did not plan and just kind of happened. It started when the two would fall into a routine in meeting almost every Wednesday at the cafe as it was the only day that allows this to happen, with Jeongguk having a class to teach that doesn’t end until seven in the evening and Taehyung who leaves the office around the same time to meet the latter at the cafe, where they order their teas and go to the ramen place near Jeongguk’s flat.
There are also times when Taehyung or Jeongguk had to cancel last minute because of respective works. Whether it is Jeongguk having to grade papers and Taehyung finishing up a project. At times, the two makes it work by going to one another’s apartment, bringing their own works with them, Taehyung busying himself with his laptop and tablet and Jeongguk grading papers.
During these nights, Jeongguk mostly finishes up his work earlier than Taehyung, checking up on the latter, asking him to go to bed and Taehyung having to promise to follow him after five minutes, which never happens. Jeongguk would find Taehyung asleep at the sofa or the table, of sometimes at the dining table, half-filled coffee mug sitting beside his stuff at the table, and Jeongguk having to wake him up if Taehyung can or carry him to bed.
~ ~ ~
“I honestly think it’s a good business, regardless of the.... nature.” Taehyung reasons as he pats his thighs, signaling Jeongguk to lay down.
“Your kinks are not a good business.” Jeongguk lays down before continuing to talk. “The more I know about them the more I question this relationship.” He huffs as Taehyung manhandles his head.
The two were in the middle of putting on face masks and found themselves discussing face masks but for dicks, or as Taehyung dubbed it, dick masks. Taehyung continues to massage Jeongguk’s face while trying to think of ways to promote the dick masks.
Soon after Taehyung pats his shoulders, making him sit up, he gestures for Jeongguk to take his place so he can lay down on the older’s lap, the two switching positions. Jeongguk then does the same for Taehyung, patting the face mask on his face as it sets in.
~ ~ ~
The two lived together in one and a half year, just a month after they made it official. Taehyung boasts about the perks of it (which includes seeing Jeongguk’s bare ass every morning), and the privilege to be able to have an access to Jeongguk’s hidden stash of seaweed packs. All the sexy and cute aspects of living together after a month, when Jeongguk learned that Taehyung always forgets to close the toilet seat after use.
“It’s territorial rights, Jeongguk, you don’t know shit.” Taehyung reasons out one night as the two were preparing for bed.
“It’s nasty. If your toothbrush falls down the toilet I’m not telling you.” But Taehyung learns and promises to never do it again, only after their handsoap fell down the toilet. Taehyung also learned that Jeongguk washed underwears and socks together. They learned more about each other and had banters at some point, but they learned to compromise and be on the same level.
Now, what Taehyung doesn’t get is Jeongguk’s morning class. He told the older to tell the school to give him at least a period later and not the first-morning slot. However, when Jeongguk wakes up at six in the morning every Tuesday and Thursday for his class that goes until one in the afternoon for having to teach three consecutive classes of the same course, he doesn’t get how he also has to wake up courtesy of the loud ass alarm clock Jeongguk insisted they have on both of their phones.
At times, Taehyung wakes up as the alarm blared throughout their room and Jeongguk would be oblivious to the wailing sound. He shrugs the latter by the shoulder or that one or three times he woke up before Jeongguk and seeing his bare ass under the covers as the latter laid on his stomach. Apparently, pinching his ass checks couldn’t wake him up and Taehyung had to (I really had to, you won’t wake up, I thought you’re dead) bite Jeongguk’s ass cheek, making him jolt in pain and surprise. Jeongguk ended up waking up and going to his classes with a bruised ass cheek.
[end}
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bcbdrums · 4 years
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A little “slice of life” Drakgo ficlet, inspired by @benjimators stunning artwork here: https://benji-the-art-blog.tumblr.com/post/188642549849/3-years-since-i-first-use-a-drawing-tablet-i?is_highlighted_post=1 
Enjoy the randomness.
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Drakken swallowed nervously as he peered over Shego's shoulder. The number of police officers surrounding them and pointing weapons at them in the police station's lobby was enough to make even the most confident villain squirm.
Well, except Shego. Her smirk had only grown as more officers poured into the room, which made Drakken even more uncomfortable with the pull of the handcuff on his wrist where they were bound together.
It had been the dumbest of bad luck for them, and good luck for Kim Possible's side-kick. An accidental boot to Shego's face had left her down for the count, and him with the choice of abandoning her as he made his own escape, or staying by her side. His face was the first thing she saw when she awoke to the sound of sirens and an angry voice of authority on a bullhorn.
After hours of processing and the briefest of medical checks—they hadn't gone quietly—they were now clothed in far-too familiar orange jumpsuits and cuffed together for transport to a high-security prison somewhere he had never heard of. But the officers had just made the mistake of letting go of Shego's arms for the briefest of moments.
In that split second, her flaming glow had taken down every other person in the room and they had made it down a hall and almost to the door before officers began appearing out of the woodwork brandishing certain death toward them.
Drakken looked at the spread of guns, tasers, and something he didn't recognize being pointed at them from every direction. He wanted to show some courage, but it was more weapons than he had ever seen in one place. And that unfamiliar one shaped like something between an electric razor and a garage door opener had him very concerned.
"Stand down!" an officer bellowed from about six feet away, and Drakken shied away from the sound. He peered up at Shego's bruised face to see her smirk grow. He swallowed anxiously.
She glanced at him. "Relax, but don't fall," she breathed.
"What?"
A second later his arm was yanked upward by the handcuff they shared and he nearly collapsed under the sudden weight of her feet on his shoulders.
"Relax, but don't fall."
Her words played in his head as he stumbled with his head down, fighting to retain balance with his arm being pulled to and fro as she blasted everyone who threatened them. He closed his eyes against the sounds of gunfire and electricity and a strange whooshing he was unfamiliar with, focusing instead on the familiar sound of her glow doing its work.
"Come on!" she shouted and he opened his eyes as his arm was yanked again, this time backward. He whirled around and grabbed the tiny chain of the cuff with his free hand to alleviate the pain on his wrist as they jumped over groaning bodies and headed toward the exit.
Moments later they were out on a darkened sidewalk, slightly illuminated by the headlights of passing cars and the dim bulbs of street lamps. He barely had a chance to glance around before she pulled him hard to the left and toward the nearest intersection.
It was early enough in the evening for the city to still be busy, so there were many startled gasps from pedestrians as they bolted away from the police station, from which he could now hear angrily shouted commands. His fingers hurt from pulling on the chain, but it did help the pain in his wrist slightly.
"Can't you run any faster?" she called back to him in annoyance, just as he was wishing she would slow down.
"This hurts!" he cried, pulling harder on the tiny chain.
"Take my hand," she said, and a moment later the yanking changed from the hard metal to the strength of her grip. His knees burned as he forced himself to run faster.
If they made it, it would definitely be due to her efforts. He was hopelessly out of shape, and had turned completely useless when faced with over a dozen deadly weapons. And now he didn't even know where they were.
They reached the intersection and Shego yanked him around to the driver's side of a car stopped at the red light. A bright green blast sent glass into the innocent driver's window and a moment later the door was yanked open and the Shego was tossing the person into the opposing lane.
Drakken had only a moment to process his side-kick's ferocity before his wrist was yanked again and he found himself sitting on glass and Shego's hands and feet tangled with his as she tried to get the car moving.
"Drive, you idiot!" she yelled as the car suddenly lurched forward and into a hard left turn. Drakken only saw flashing colors as he processed the glass piercing his thighs and the sensation in his stomach at his whole body being yanked. Car horns honked as Shego took them through cross-traffic toward the road she wanted, wherever they were. Clearly she knew.
"Would you get it together!?" she shouted in his ear again, and suddenly anger overrode every other sensation he was experiencing. He shoved her foot off of the gas pedal with his own and pushed her hands off of the steering wheel. Well, one of her hands. The other came right back with his as they were still cuffed together.
His focus returned as he wove their stolen vehicle through traffic, eliciting more honks and even some surprised brake-slams from the cars they passed. He turned at her command, and minutes later they were out of the city on the interstate, headed out into the country. The artificial urban lighting had been replaced by starlight, making the green hills look slightly blue as they continued through the thinning traffic.
Finally, Shego sighed and slumped in the passenger seat, her cuffed hand still loosely holding onto the steering wheel as he pushed the small car's limits. It was approaching ten o'clock, he saw on the car's clock, and the other cars on the road were getting fewer and farther between. He let his foot up and brought the car's speed down to a comfortable 75mph.
"Shego...where are we?"
She glanced at him. "Outside Lowerton. Heading south."
"But there's nothing south of Lowerton?"
"Exactly."
He realized then that he was still as tense as he had been at the police station, and forced his shoulders to relax. The middle of nowhere was definitely better than prison. Getting away was the first priority. Secondary were their world-domination plans.
He looked over at her again, longer this time, and noticed that her eye was bruised and swollen where Kim Possible's buffoon had kicked her.
"Is your eye okay?"
"Yeah. Vision's fine." She sat up and looked him over then, noting the darker blue and purple spots of skin on his face. "What happened to you?"
He lifted his right hand to press a bruise on his jaw. "Fought off one of the first responders before you woke up."
"Really?"
He glanced at her, slightly perturbed.
"Wow."
"So now what?" he sighed, speeding up again. He shivered from the whip of the wind through the broken window and shifted over in the seat, closer to the center console. He was grateful for the jackets they had put on just before being cuffed together—a consideration given due to the changing weather.
"We should get a different car. I'm surprised they didn't find us with a chopper."
Drakken swallowed nervously, but felt compelled to banter back. "Perhaps it's due to my superb getaway driving."
"Pft. Or dumb luck. Which granted, you have more than your share of. There," she leaned forward and pointed with her right hand. "Pull into that truck stop."
Drakken slowed the car down and took the next exit and pulled the car in to the filling station. He made sure to position the car so the broken window was hidden by the pump, and then turned off the ignition he sat back with a sigh.
"Now what?" he whispered, rubbing his arms against the cold.
Shego was looking over her shoulder at something through the rear window. "You hungry?"
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One flaming green threat and another stolen car later—this time without a broken window—the two were speeding down the interstate again with cheap burgers in a bag in Shego's lap. Drakken laughed as she began downing the fries, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Did you see his face? He looked about ready to soil himself!" Drakken cackled, remembering the poor teenage cashier at the Wallace's.
"Mmf, Dr. D.," she said as she shoved more fries in her mouth, "we've gotta ditch this car, too."
"Hey, save me some!" he said, reaching his cuffed hand down into the greasy bag.
"Ow, hey!" she said as her wrist was pulled by the metal.
"See what it feels like?" he said as he shoved several fries into his mouth.
"Hey! Eww!" she said as he wiped the oil off on the leg of the prison jumpsuit, her fingers brushing his. She jerked away, and he felt the familiar pain in his wrist again.
"Ow! Stop doing that!"
"Don't touch me with your greasy hands!"
"Nyghh... Just...where should we leave the car?"
"Pull off anywhere. We're close enough to that airport," she said, pointing with her free hand. He followed her angle to see a distant control tower, maybe five miles off. "We can get there on foot and steal a plane."
Drakken began looking ahead for an exit. "Why can't we drive in and steal a plane?"
"I think that's an Air Force base. Mowry Field?"
Drakken cringed. "Of course it is."
When they came to the top of a wooded hill, Drakken pulled the car off the road and as far away into the trees as he could. Shego opened her door and began getting out of the car before he even had his seat belt off, causing another sharp pain in his wrist.
"Ow! Shego!"
She shoved more fries in her mouth as she smirked back at him over her shoulder.
"Nghh. Cut it out!" he said as he threw the seat belt back and scrambled out after her. He reached for the bag, but she pulled it away, yanking his wrist again. "Owww!"
"Ugh, fine, here. Stop whining," she said as she handed him the bag. "You'll get every cop in the area out— Hey!" she said as her wrist was pulled when he started digging into the bag.
"I don't want to get my other hand greasy," he said.
"Well, you're gonna," she said, yanking his hand back out of the bag.
"Ow! Shego!"
They glared at each other for a moment before both looking down at their cuffed wrists. Drakken's eyes widened as he saw the bruises that had formed on both of them. When he looked up, she appeared almost as surprised.
"Ugh, just...wipe your hand off," she said. He complied, further dirtying the leg of the jumpsuit. The moment he had finished she grabbed his hand and started walking again, pulling him along far less painfully now. With only one hand free he was helpless to eat, and simply tucked their meal close to his chest as she navigated through the trees and up yet another hill.
The rumbling of a jet engine drew their attention just before they emerged from the trees atop a grassy hill that shimmered blue in the rising of the moon. Drakken looked around, taking in the vista before his gaze rested on the massive cargo jet taking off from the air field in the distance. They were probably less than a mile away now, and he could clearly see the layout of the field and the various ways they might be spotted sneaking in.
"There are no trees there."
"That's probably why they built the runway down there," Shego replied flatly, looking down at the exceptionally long airstrip.
"Great. They'll see us before we even get close."
"Relax," Shego said, leading him further out of the trees and onto the open grass of the hill. "I'm pretty sure this base is decommissioned. They'll close in a few minutes, and then we can sneak in."
"What? Really?" Drakken asked, staring at her. "When were you going to share this information?"
"I just did," she said, promptly sitting in the grass. He looked down at her in confusion, still holding her hand. "Well? I want my cheeseburger."
"Oh," he said, sitting next to her and setting the bag upright between them. She reached in with her free hand and pulled out one of the thin burgers, immediately tossing the wrapper aside and taking a bite.
Drakken pulled his out and then peered into the bag. "You ate all the fries!"
She only smiled as she chewed her bite of cheeseburger. He frowned as he dropped his burger in his lap and propped his soda can up against his knee. A wicked idea suddenly entered his mind, and he took her soda can out of the bag too and rolled it across the grass to her.
"Hey!"
He smirked as he tucked into his burger while she set the can upright at arm's length from the both of them on the grass.
"If we weren't stuck together I'd open this in your face."
"Shame you didn't steal the key on our way out," he said between bites.
"Why didn't you steal it?"
Drakken remembered the number of guns that had been pointed at them and his expression went solemn.
"Yeah," she responded to the look on his face. "There wasn't exactly time to be searching pockets," she said as she stuffed the last of the small burger in her mouth. Wallace's was known for their cheap fast food, and it definitely was never Drakken's first choice. But one took what they could get at interstate truck stops.
He chewed another bite of his burger, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as he took in their situation. Their held hands rested on the grass between them as they sat far closer than he was used to due to their confinement. He let his gaze travel from their held hands up to her bruised face. On the way he noted two clean bullet-holes through the sleeve of her jacket.
"Shego, what was that thing they pointed at you back at the police station?"
"The phone-looking thing? Dunno, they didn't use it. Never seen anything like it," she said as she reached across and grabbed his soda can propped up against his knee.
"Shego!" he growled in annoyance as his hand was suddenly lifted and released as she opened the can. He barely registered her fingers wrapping around his again as he watched her pour back the drink with a satisfied smirk. "I wanted that..."
"Next time don't mess with mine," she said between swallows.
He grumpily shoved the rest of his burger in his mouth, leaning on his elbow as he glared at her. A low rumbling drew his eyes back to the airport where this time a USPS cargo jet was landing.
He should have been thinking about what kind of plane they would steal, how to fuel it up without being noticed by security, and whether or not it would get them back to the Caribbean. But he kept looking back at the bullet-holes in her jacket sleeve and remembering their dramatic escape.
"Ah...Shego? That was very...impressive, back at the police station."
For a moment she seemed to be analyzing his words, but apparently settled on accepting them at face-value as she leaned back on one hand with a smug smile. It looked a bit comical with her swollen eye.
"Thanks, Doc."
"How did you avoid being shot? They fired so many times..." he said, remembering the deafening sound.
"I just banked on the element of surprise. That they wouldn't expect me to go up."
Still staring at the bullet-holes, something else suddenly occurred to him.
"How did you know they wouldn't shoot me?"
Her grin faltered only slightly. No one else would have noticed. "I figured...since they're the good guys, they wouldn't care about you since you weren't a threat."
He frowned and stared down at the oil-stains on his pant leg. "Quite the gamble."
"Hey, it worked," she said, letting go his hand to use her other to lean back.
The action pulled him off balance and he fell on his back, his feet going up in the air.
"Shego!"
She chuckled.
"Ngh... Warn me before you do something like that!"
Her only response was to lay back on the grass next to him and take his hand again. He glanced over at her and felt a sudden unease. The position they were in was decidedly unprofessional. But holding her hand was better than having his wrist yanked on by the handcuff.
"Uhm... How long will it be...until the airport closes?"
"Any minute now. But the employees will have to lock up and leave, so we should wait a little longer."
Drakken looked across the grass at the unopened soda that he had shaken and wondered if it was worth the risk. Considering the chill and that the prison jumpsuit and jacket were very thin, he decided it wasn't. He sighed and stared up at the stars.
His heart suddenly leapt as he felt Shego's fingers steal between his where their hands lay in the grass. He wished they weren't cuffed together...
"We should make sure to steal a plane that's fairly quiet. I want to go back and get the enzyme without any more hassle," he said. Focusing on the plan was a good distraction.
"What?" Shego said, leaning up on her elbow. "You want to go back? Shouldn't we hit the lair and change first?"
"That enzyme is essential to my plans. I need it now!"
She lay in the grass again. "Those mutant fruits with teeth you were doodling? Is that what this has been about?"
He rolled on his side to look at her. "I'll have you know that the formula I've developed is fool-proof! The average unsuspecting consumer will purchase their apples and oranges, and then after five minutes in the fridge—zowie! A citrus the size of a house destroys the block!"
"You don't refrigerate apples and oranges."
The evil grin slowly faded from Drakken's face as he refocused on the bored look the woman across from him sported.
"You don't?"
"Nope," she said as she sat up, forcing him up with her where their hands were joined.
He frowned as the images of giant fruit destroying towns evaporated from his mind.
"Killer vines would be better if you have to go the plant route," she said, standing and squeezing his hand. He got the message and stood up next to her. "Of course, you don't have to do every single mad scientist stereotype."
Drakken bit his lip. He had really wanted to do killer fruit...
"All right, the tower is shut down. Let's go."
"Wait," he said, pulling her back as he reached for the unopened soda.
"Hey!" she complained as she stumbled back into him. "Warn a person, why don't you?"
"I did," he frowned.
"Look, just...okay, hold still."
She let go of his hand and moved hers to the side until the chain of the handcuffs was taut. He was confused only for a moment until her hand lit up and a tiny blast of her glow severed the small chain. She didn't even look at him before turning and heading down the hill toward the airport.
"You...you mean you could have done that this whole time!?" he called after her.
"Didn't want you whining about getting burned," she called back.
His brow rose. It was true, he hated when she shot him. But once they were out of the police station wouldn't it have been easier if they'd been separated?
"Now come on. The sooner we get your stupid enzyme, the sooner we get back to the lair."
He shook his head as he jogged after her, his thoughts turning to the potential evil that could be done with killer vines. He stretched his hand a few times as the chain slapped against his fingers and he glanced at Shego again, several yards ahead of him now.
His hand suddenly felt warm.
-- fin.
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alcheminary · 5 years
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uhhhhh yeaaaaaah I’ve got an order for some edwin featuring parental roy and riza, hold the royai?
merry new year, @bifullmetal, I’m your secret santa for 2018!! I’m sorry this is late, I was held up by some travel plans that popped off a little earlier than I thought they would
you asked for basically anything, so my plan going in here was to deliver a wintery and modern spin on the classic mermaid au fic. of course it ran away from me, so now you get a wip of a fic, and that just seems like a bum present so I draw art to make up for that, and gosh dude I just hope you like it
thanks to @fullmetalsecretsanta for putting this event together for 2018, you guys are awesome, for sure
anyway, here’s a sneak peek at the first chapter!
(edit: sorry for the extra late posting, I saved this to my drafts again on accident which is kind of the most embarrassing mistake I could possibly make)
“The Sea Bleeds Blue” Chapter 1 (prototype)
“... the man is reported to have been under the influence of alcohol during the time of his encounter…”
The tiny little TV blares throughout the house from its perch on the kitchen counter, a feat much more impressive in possibly any other structure that isn’t a cramped beach house. Like, seriously cramped. The kind of cramped where you can barely lay flat across the floor without hitting a wall.
It’s not like Winry Rockbell hates her grandma’s beach house. In a way, she gets it. You get older, your health starts to go, the warm weather is easy on your joints and the air is just so much easier to breathe compared to city smog. And everyone else your age has the same idea, too. When you have a nest egg and no other obligations, why not? Why not just live at the beach, wake up every morning to the soothing ebb of waves, sip your coffee on a porch overlooking the scenery, be a family vacation destination in and of yourself, and just wait to die?
That’s her whole bugbear with the thing actually, now that she thinks about it. People come to the beach to die.
She blinks hard, reaches for her wire cutters, and tries not to think about it much more than that.
“... officials like park ranger Jean Havoc however say the injuries are more likely to have been caused by a particularly territorial sea lion,” the newscaster on the TV continues, her voice tinny and distorted by the on-board speakers. Honestly, she could fix those if Gran would let her...
“He might’ve been feedin’ ‘em, harassin’ ‘em… Sea lions ain’t known to be gracious about their personal space, so all it takes is one loud, persistent jerkwad to ruin their whole day. Heck, mine too! Hahaha.”
“The man was admitted to the hospital this morning, and is expected to make a full recovery…”
Paninya scoffs, loud enough to startle Winry just as she’s threading the headlight through its socket. Luckily a less delicate part of this process. “Sea lion my butt. I’ve bounced frisbees off those things and they haven’t moved.”
She pauses as she considers that image. “Please tell me you don’t make field goals out of sea lions on purpose.”
“Of course not! They’re just… big. And bouncy. And all over? You can’t go down the boardwalk without tripping on them. Like, seriously, is there like a sea lion sanctuary nearby or something? Don’t they migrate?” Paninya asks, her nose scrunching up.
“Uh, I think Mr. Hughes might—”
“No, wait, that’s beside the point,” she interrupts. “And the point here is that I’m not buying what that park ranger is selling.” Her deep brown eyes watch Winry expectantly.
Winry puts down the wires she was futzing with and turns to give her a long-suffering smile, resigning herself to the next few minutes being completely unproductive. “Alright, detective, give me the scoop. What’s really going on in Brightly Cove?”
Paninya always gets this wild grin on her face when she does this. The corner of her smile lifts up just so, her eyes glint, and she squares her shoulders like she’s the hardboiled crime noir star the situation needs.
“Okay, so,” she starts, “You saw the gashes on the guy, right?”
Winry shrugs. “A little bit.”
“Okay, well, they’re completely inconsistent with a sea lion attack. We’d be looking for bites and puncture wounds, and he got approximately uhh, NONE of those. So either sea lions have mutated to have razor sharp claws in the past week, or it wasn’t a sea lion and the park ranger is bullshitting us to cover up what it REALLY was.”
“Right, I’m following so far.”
“So, let’s set the scene.” She stands up to stalk around the incredibly small kitchen table toward Winry. “You’re a dumb tourist that came to the beach in the winter. You’ve brought a brand new jet ski with you, completely oblivious that the water is way too cold for that right now. Because you’re a dumb tourist.”
Winry takes the cue. “I’m a savvy tourist because I’ve arrived when no one is here and none of the shops are open! Locals LOVE my business! Sure hope nothing happens to me without any lifeguards!”
“You’re out on the water when you get caught… in a current! Waves come and pummel you towards the shore, one by one! Before you know it you’re smashed up against the rocks,  no shore to save you. You’re stuck.”
She musters the most dramatic slump over the back of the chair that she can manage. “Woe is the fate of a tourist such as I.”
“But wait!” Paninya raises a hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from some kind of indoor sun. “What’s that coming toward you? It couldn’t be, is it a person, come to save you in your darkest hour? But then it comes closer, and you realize fate has never been so kind… because there, in the distance… is…“ She leans in close to Winry with a grave look.
“Is…?”
“Bigfoot with a machete.”
“Bigfoot with a—?!” Winry sputters, pushing Paninya away as she absolutely howls with laughter. “Your idea of a more likely culprit than a sea lion is Bigfoot with a machete?!”
“Uh, yeah?” She lifts an eyebrow. “Come on Winry. The gashes. The rocks. The collectible shot glass he leaves at the scene of every crime. It’s totally Bigfoot’s m.o.”
Winry turns back to the mess of robotics on the table. “I’m done with you. Completely done. I’m kicking you out.”
“What? Noooo, come oooon, I’ve got nothing else to do today! I’m gonna be so bored, Winry, pleeease,” Paninya whines, flopping bonelessly onto the table with her best puppy-dog eyes. Winry is mostly unaffected.
“Why not just go hang out with Lan Fan?” she asks. “She puts up with you way more than I do.”
“Can’t. She’s out with her grandpa ‘scoring sweet holiday deals’ at the outlets.” The complaint comes with air quotes. “Besides, you’ve been talking about how cool this project is gonna be for like, mooonths. I can’t miss it after that kind of hype.”
“I have kind of been taunting you with it, haven’t I?” Winry sighs, curling a loose wire around her finger. “Tell you what. If you can be quiet and not so… Paninya the amazing living distraction on me, then I’ll let you come with me later to do the experiment.” Paninya’s whole disposition perks up like a labradoodle. “But! That means no distractions.”
“Aye captain, no distractions,” Paninya promises with a little salute.
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Several hours in that ramshackle beach house kitchen, crammed around a table and dutifully trying to keep potato chip crumbs from invading her whole zone (which, to Paninya’s credit, does not technically count as a distraction), and it’s finally complete. Just in time for low tide, too. The thing she’s been dreaming of doing for months, the senior project that will launch her college applications from drab to fab, the thing that will get her out of this backwater beach town for good...
“Okay, so. No more secrets. Tell me what your project is, Win,” Paninya demands, handing her a roll up cord out of the backpack they brought with them. Winry beams at her.
“Wwwweeell, do you remember those guys from like, San Fran who started building an aquatic robot to explore a hole that was rumored to have treasure at the bottom?”
Paninya pulls out a half-eaten bag of Ruffles from the backpack. “No, but that sounds completely rad. Is that your project? Oh shit, are we gonna find treasure?”
“Probably not,” Winry casually admits, ignoring the way Paninya deflates. “But the robot, yeah. The one they built was a world-wide collaboration across the internet. They had a goal, and people would test their builds by building one of their own, tweak it, and report their findings on those tweaks. It was super cool.”
“Yeah, cool for nerds maybe…” Paninya mumbles around a chip.
“SO,” she presses on, “I built one of my own. With some tweaks. You know, in the spirit of the thing. Now I just need to test it out, record my success, and write a whole essay on it.”
“Which is why we’re in the spooky cave that you can only get to at low tide and has a mysterious bottomless pit in it? So you can see if your ‘bot dives or fries?”
“Yep!” Winry answers cheerfully. “And why not just use Ling’s pool to do this instead? My legs don’t get good traction in here. I almost slipped earlier. I almost died.”
“Because Ling’s pool isn’t saltwater, and you’re fine.”
“Wow. Cold. Is this what a shitload of free time your senior year does to you, or is it just the overachieving itself?”
“Both,” Winry chirps, and plugs the cord into the tablet. She moves to plug in the other end into the robot itself, but frowns. The waterproof chassis doesn’t look right, like it settled in transport, skewing the whole design just slightly enough that it kind of worries her. Just that tiny bit of pressure on the cable could knock it out with the right bump, or damage the whole port.
Oh well. That’s why a scout’s always prepared, right? She pulls a knife out of her pocket and carefully shaves the plastic away to make room. And just like that, the plug fits like a charm. Nice and snug.
She turns to Paninya, and nods. “It’s show time.”
“Wait, waaaait,” Paninya stops her, waving a cheese-dusted hand around as the other reaches into the backpack. “It’s bad luck to sail a ship without a name. Got one?”
“Uh… I’ve just been calling it Divebot mark 1?” she offers.
Paninya stops digging through the supplies to stare. “Come on, Win. I’ve taught you to ‘yes and’ better than that.”
“Ugh, fine, okay. Um… Divey Jones?”
“Better.” Paninya reveals a can of ginger ale, and at Winry’s own disbelieving stare, shrugs. “It’s not like I have champagne, dude. Ready?”
“Ready.”
Gently, Winry eases the newly christened Divey Jones into the pool of water in front of them at the same time Paninya starts vigorously shaking the can. It floats on top of the surface, gently bobbing, and Winry tosses a grin at Paninya. First success: buoyancy. Next: video feed.
She boots up the tablet, jailbroken to run an open framework because nobody wants you to sandbox their stuff anymore, and opens the custom app she programmed just for this project. One part video capture, one part robot controller. It saved her the parts cost of making a controller, but also? It’s just a little more impressive for whoever looks over her work. Look, she can engineer hardware and software!
When the window prompt comes up to sync the devices, she starts to get jittery. It was one thing to test out at the house, where everything seemed to work just fine, but this was it. This was what either made her winter break a vacation or a mad dash to troubleshoot whatever could have possibly gone wrong in her schematics. The only thing separating her from either possibility was the flip of a switch.
She picks Divey back up from the water, turns it over, and flips it from “off” to “on”.
Immediately, it begins whirring to life, humming in her hand as the battery does its work. She picks up the tablet and pulls out a notepad lined with little squares to check off as she goes through the boot up process: Video feed online? Check. Headlights? Check. A quick figure eight around the little pool confirms that the fins and motors are working, and she checks that off as well.
It’s time for the big moment. She and Paninya nod at each other.
She deflates the swim bladder a little bit, and as Divey Jones begins to sink into the black abyss, Paninya opens the can of ginger ale to a satisfying arc of spray across the cavern, whooping and laughing at the mess it makes. “Bon voyage!!” she calls down the hole, and Winry shakes her head, smiling and turning her attention to guiding the robot on its way.
The “bottomless pit” is an old volcanic magma tube of some sort, five feet in diameter at the top but quickly narrowing as you go down, and filled with water that pours into the cave at every high tide. The cave that contains it is only accessible on foot during low tide, and you have to be careful not to get caught in the cave during high tide. There’s a ton of warnings on a sign outside that attempt to dissuade tourists from trying to camp out in it, and for good reason.
She got stuck in here at high tide once, when she was a kid. Blacked out and woke up to an ambulance and her grandma freaking out. Couldn’t step foot into the place for a few years after that, partly because of trauma, and partly because the park rangers have tightened up their watch on the place ever since.
So. She and Paninya aren’t really supposed to be here. But, you know. It’s for science.
Paninya leans her head on Winry’s shoulder and watches the video feed on the tablet, the only indicator of where the robot is now that it’s turned a corner out of sight. She presses a chip to Winry’s lips, who mindlessly opens her mouth to accept it she’s so focused.
“How deep is this thing, anyway?” Paninya asks after a few more moments of watching video of dark gray rock walls float by.
“Hopefully less than fifty feet? The cable isn’t any longer than that.”
“Yeah, and you’re almost out of rope,” Paninya observes, looking at the coil beside them that grows thinner and thinner as the robot dives onward. “So now might be a good time to say you see the bottom.”
“Well, I don’t see anythi… wait.” Winry leans forward, bringing the tablet screen up to her face, her brow furrowing. There’s a small irregularity in the tunnels further down where it opens up a bit more. It’s like… what it looks like when an octopus camouflages itself against a rock. But the video on Divey’s tiny little camera is so grainy… and it looks so, so much bigger than an octopus.
Paninya leans in closer. “What? What do you see?”
“I… don’t know?” she answers honestly, and then something really startles her. “Oh fuck, it moved. It just moved—”
“What moved? Where am I looking?”
“Right here!” She points at the screen, at the tiny mass of pixels that is growing and changing and moving, even as the robot sits still, and she doesn’t know what it is. A thought occurs somewhere in her head that maybe she should start backing Divey up, but before she can do anything the mass surges forward in a terrifying blur and the feed cuts to static.
“Divey, no!!” Paninya squeals, and Winry nearly tosses the tablet across the room. But she’s cool. She keeps her cool. She’s smarter than to throw away the one thing containing most of the several past months of work.
“What the hell could…” She stops, the zippy sound of cord sliding across rock catching her off guard. That pitiful coil of cord that was slowly disappearing into the abyss with Divey is disappearing so much faster now, and with the tablet still connected to it.
“Winry, Winry Winry Winry, the tablet, you’ve gotta let go of the tablet—” Paninya babbles, scrambling to get onto her feet, and Winry doesn’t even think this time. She fumbles for the knife at her side, and in one swift motion, severs the line, just in time for the newly frayed end to get sucked into the hole like spaghetti.
Her mouth is dry as she looks up at Paninya.
“Run.”
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Happy Mancrush Monday!
Last week I did a post for Mancrush Monday that focused on Season 3 Oliver through fashion and Olicity.   @xspeedytrashx requested a Mancrush Monday Olicity Edition for all the seasons and I’m easily swayed when it comes to pretty gifs of our favorite hero and his adoration for a babbling blonde I.T. expert. ;)
Today, we’ll go back to the beginning and look at Season 1 Olicity:  Our story begins when a billionaire playboy returns from the dead and hoods up as a vigilante at night which causes him to need help with a bullet-ridden laptop.  He saunters in, perfect hair, beautiful blue eyes accentuated by his indigo v-neck pullover, expecting to charm the cute and smart I.T. girl into doing his bidding by flashing the patented Oliver Queen smile that works in his favor every time.
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Oh, she knows who you are, Mr. Queen.  Between her babbling and spot-on b.s. detector, a head tilt later and Oliver is the one who has been charmed smoaked.
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Again with the blue bringing out the color of his eyes, Oliver’s gorgeous gaze is focused on another vision in blue who is intently staring...at her tablet.  Oliver finally gets her attention with a soft ‘hey’ in what will become his Felicity voice.
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A rare instance where Oliver is wearing a bold color while Felicity is in black.  Equally as rare is Oliver’s genuine reaction when Felicity lets it slip that she has ‘noticed’ he is very particular about what he puts in his body.  #smoakedforlife
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Oliver ‘always late for everything’ Queen arrived early to meet Felicity for what I’m sure he thought was a date.  Looking cool and casual in a black jacket (even while eagerly waving like a dork lol), he can’t help but smile in her presence.  
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Completely gratuitous shot of Felicity saving shirtless Oliver’s life. ;)
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Figuring out how to get their target over burgers and shakes, Oliver listens to Felicity’s suggestion for using tech to gain intel.  Oliver’s dark navy blue sweater highlights the muscles he typically uses to get info but he is willing to try her way.
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No Season 1 Olicity list would be complete without the moment we saw Oliver, looking sharp in his white dress shirt and black suit and tie, stunned when he noticed his cute and quirky I.T. girl had transformed into a golden goddess.  
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Sexy in a simple grey v-neck and perfect scruff, he is sitting in his favorite spot next to his brilliant and beautiful teammate and hanging on her every word.  
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Wearing a similar outfit to what he wore in the BBB scene, Oliver rushes to untie Felicity after the Huntress (or as I like to call her, Oliver’s psycho ex-girlfriend lol) paid her a visit.  Oliver immediately goes into protective hubby mode and almost stabs Dig when he walks in. Then Oliver goes after Helena for messing with bae.
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The future Mrs. Queen checking out the goods.  Yep, that fine specimen will do nicely as a hubby and baby daddy.  Also, we must discuss how unsubtle he is with his choice of workout spots.  This was a (sub?) conscious campaign to be her future husband and the father of her children.  (Hey, it worked!)  ;)
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Soft smile and crisp white dress shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to reveal those muscular forearms...ahem), Oliver gently grasps her shoulder and sincerely lets Felicity know she can always tell him about her day.  <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 
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Oh look, Oliver is again in his favorite spot right next to his I.T. girl wearing the same grey v-neck shirt as the last time.  He is a creature of habit lol.  One of his more endearing habits is remembering absolutely everything related to Felicity Megan Smoak, including exactly when they met. Oliver has to laugh because at this point only he knows that he even remembers the color of the pen she had in her mouth.  ‘It was red.’  Indeed it was, Mr. Queen.  Amazing coincidence and awesome foreshadowing that the back of Felicity’s sweater says ‘Queen.’ 
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Oliver wearing his urban camouflage black leather jacket, trying his best to focus on the mission while Felicity is whispering accidental innuendos in his ear. 
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What Oliver said:  ‘This is Felicity.  She’s my friend.’  What Oliver was thinking: ‘This is Felicity.  She’s my friend........but I think I might like her as more than a friend.  She’s really smart and pretty and thoughtful.  I kept coming up with dumb reasons to get her to help me and I practically begged her to join my crusade and I hope she stays even though we found Walter.  Cause I don’t know what I would do without her and I like having her close.  Sometimes I even touch her shoulder but look, I've evolved to touching her back and it’s amazing.  I can’t wait to touch the actual skin of her back when we make love for the first time (it’s okay, I’ll wait while everyone goes to re-watch the 3x20 scene) ;)    Hey Mom, that big ass diamond ring you have would look really good on her finger.  Keep it shiny and polished for when I stop being a big dumb pine tree and wife her up.’
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Is it any wonder that Felicity was imagining him in ‘very platonic circumstances’ when Oliver keeps wearing this blue button up with top button unbuttoned and has now paired it with a suit sans tie?  He also had just lifted her straight up out of the elevator with one hand, shot his crossbow into the wall perfectly, and said ‘hold on to me tight’ in his Felicity voice.  Give a girl a break with all the hotness.  Or don’t.  Go ahead and give her that look that is just smoldering with UST.  
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Oliver in a simple grey tee being equal parts concerned and aroused that Felicity is going to stay in the bunker and see the mission through because it’s her life and her choice.  Oliver’s ardent admiration of her bravery is always at odds with his overwhelming need to keep her safe and that is still true 7 years later.  <3
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Lots of hugs and appreciation for all of the gifmakers!  Gif credit for 1x14 and 1x21 scenes goes to fanforum.com :)
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mootmuse · 5 years
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i feel shitty because i can’t do anything. this isn’t new. no matter how much i talk about it it’s not going to change and the longer i go without being able to accomplish the simplest damn thing the heavier it gets. even if i’d been able to figure out signing up for my work’s insurance i’d be surprised if walmart covered therapy, and i can’t bring myself to sign up to hand over just any random person that amount of money out of my pocket just because some online profile on psychology . com or whatever says they’re good at what i need them to be good at. i don’t properly know what went wrong with my last attempt at therapy except that maybe the person just wasn’t good, because i DO have a problem that i need solved and the problem is that i can’t accomplish anything and fuck, maybe i DO just need a life coach like the first therapist told me but that’s the same problem! lots and lots of money for no guarantee, and i’d rather have a psychologist who focuses on why people might think like I think and what might be causing this. 
i want to do so many things. i want to do anything. i want to live. instead i’m just like, waiting to die except i don’t want to die either, i’m just here? i can’t handle any stress but i don’t actually do anything either so from the outside you couldn’t tell. i can’t even distract myself with hobbies or friend stuff because you need to do things to have interests that other people can engage in, otherwise friendships can’t form, and the reason i’m so miserable is that i can’t do hobbies. i started a couple fics but then the next day just couldn’t, COULDN”T make myself keep going and I hate this so much, and there’s just no end to it. not without therapy i can’t make myself sign up for. i asked on a couple sites if anyone had therapists that operate online that they could recommend, even if that woudl mean that therapist didn’t have specialties in the areas i’d need them to, but no one had any recommendations. 
i had a rare period of time of feeling hopeful yesterday, hopeful that i’d be able to clean my room out enough to make room for a new computer that might allow me to play games (distractions), if i could make myself do them, and which i might be able to buy a drawing tablet for and try to draw. but today i’m back to not seeing how it’s ever going to happen. i’ve chopped it up into as small, bite sized tasks as i can and i still don’t do it. 
even writing woudl be something, it’s the way i’ve gotten by for years because when i can’t do anything usually at least I can do that - and when i can’t it doesn’t last. but it’s lasting. i can’t do anything but be here and, on good days, scroll tumblr/pintrest and maybe find something interesting to listen to, and on bad days i can’t do even that bare minimum of distraction, and nothing is going to help. there is no way out that i can take. a person who didn’t have the problems i have would be able to get a therapist but if i could get one i wouldn’t need one. 
i can’t even make friends to distract myself. i said that before but it’s one of the worst things about this. i’ve been trying. i’ve been trying but there’s just nothing about me that people can engage with. not a single damn thing. 
i don’t know why i’m even here if i’m just going to never do anything for my whole life and then just die and disappear. it sucks. i started life out being like, okay, i’ll accomplish something in the course of my career, and then i was like well, that’s going to be a bust, how about i accomplish finding a close relationship to share my life with and that’s been a bust too, and then i scaled it down and went like, okay, i’ll find little hobbies to keep myself happy and that’s sort of falling apart now too. every single goal i set for myself, every attempt to scale my dreams down into something my useless malfunctioning ass can actually handle, fails. 
i’m just here in the first place because mom thought she could time her periods instead of using protection and she decided to have me because she’s an optimist, which was really fucking reckless of her. this is my airing my dirty little thoughts about myself, not a judgement about anyone else, but it’s so goddamned irresponsible to have children, especially if you KNOW mental issues run in your family. i didn’t want this. to be fair mom is more functional than me, she had no way to know i’d turn out as a useless lump, but i still resent it. i can’t even accomplish the smallest simplest version of any life goal i set myself and then one day i’m just going to die and stop existing and that will be it. 
i think sometimes about the things i’d do if i was a normal person who could accomplish anything at all, and one of those is a piece of art fantasy me would do. it’s dumb and melodramatic but this is the place for that. so it’d be me fastened to the ground, chained down to it, sinking into the mud while i watch everyone else fly. i read a tumblr post once that said that thought processes when you’re a kid come back like - if you’re depressed as a kid the thought patterns come back. i don’t remember the details of the post, the point is that in times of stress i find myself thinking, ‘i want to die’ even if intellectually i know for a fact that isn’t true, and i’ve been thinking it over and over and over and over and i’ve been trying to shake it for years but in times of stress - and the things i can’t do have been piling up and i am very very stressed - it comes back. it’s been coming back a lot. 
maybe part of the reason the first therapist thought i didn’t have problems was because i was happier when i was in therapy. i was happier because i thought i was going to get better. (that’s still no excuse for repeatedly telling me she didn’t know what to do with me. i was straight up with her about my problems and what i wanted to accomplish, not being able to figure that out or have any kind of plan to work on it is on her.) 
a weird thing about this is not knowing if i really can’t do something until i can’t. intellectually i know it’s easy. i know i’ve written fic before. i know i’ve rp-ed before. 
i might actually have to cancel the trip i said i’d take to visit dad. i might have to. i’ve never not been able to do something that big before, but i’m getting worse. i used to be able to handle important things, when it got down to the wire, and now i can’t. mom was helping me look at tickets one night and we couldn’t find anything good and i ran out of will to even watch her do it without any clear solution and said we’ll do this later and then the cat had kittens and we’re just not doing it and not doing it, and not taking that trip would be a real load off my shoulders. not that i’d be able to do anything with that load lightened - i couldn’t do anything before, and i won’t be able to after. but it would feel better. i’ve never let it go so long without getting tickets for a trip and asking for time off. 
i hope i’ll be able to write after this. the weird thing about being able to do nothing is that in your head, you really don’t know. it should be easy. it’s simple. look at me, i’m writing right now, even if it’s personal stuff that’s too long for any acquaintance (which is the only type of relationship i am capable of making) to be expected to read. i might cut some of this post down in hopes someone will read it, even though when i made it i told myself i wouldn’t care. what reason have i given anyone to have a personal stake in what’s going on with me anyway? not for lack of trying, but the fact is I just haven’t. 
i hope i’ll be able to write after this, but i’m really really scared i won’t be. it feels awful, not being able to do a damn thing but sit here and wait for something, anything, to lighten your life, knowing that anything is not going to happen because if it did it would have to come from you and you’re just not capable. 
how did i end up this way? how does any human person end up with all the skills in the world, all the opportunities most people could ever want, and be so COMPLETELY unable to act on any of them? i do think i’d be closer to functional if, by the time i was an adult and this was starting to surface in me, i’d had the kind of parent who had already taught me how to do basic life tasks so i’d have already formed habits for doing the basics that i’d need to do to at least sort of get by in life. but 99% of people don’t have parents who prepare them like that, I think. which is why I think most people shouldn’t have ever had kids. people are dumb. 
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inverted-prompts · 5 years
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LONG POST!!!! (like really, it is a long ass post)
Prologue:
Earth has been abandoned. Her resources gone, the human race had ruined her. The once blue sky now brown and grey, clouds swirling and wreaking havoc on the already abused islands and continents. Land masses nothing more than dry, cracked husks of what was once something beautiful. The seas, no longer deep blue and shimmering in the sunlight, are acidic and in turmoil.
No longer able to sustain life, humans have left earth, and are living in an entirely different galaxy. It’s a new age, a new time. A chance to start over. Humans now occupy the planet Gaea, a world nearly identical to earth. Life continues as it did back on Earth.
This is the diary of a 14 year old girl, where she shares her first hand experience with her brother, Trey Winters. In this diary, it is better understood the social effects of having lost one’s emotions.
December 7, 201 N.S.A
16:00
Dear Diary,
My algebra teacher sucks, he assigns way to much homework. I basically have to do 5 pages of problems, and graph the points we made in class! I can not wait until I graduate, then I will not have to worry about homework ever again! I will also never have to see Mr. Johnson’s stupid face again. Trey tells me I am being a bit harsh, but it’s true.
Trey was telling me that he is heading over to the hospital to visit mom, and that he would be back for dinner. He was putting on the long, deep maroon trench coat I got him for his birthday a while back, which made me smile. I am glad he likes it, I was so worried at the time that he would not. Anyway, mother had developed a cancer strain that was a rare mutation of the zelibrem virus. She only had months to live according to the doctors. Our father wasn’t dealing with it very well, but then again, who would? It was such a blow to the family, but we all tried to keep our minds off of it.
He was telling me to stay home, so I asked him why could I not go to the hospital with him, because that seemed dumb. I was talking to him as he was trying to leave, leaning against the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. I am taking acting 3, so I put an overdramatic irritated scowl on my face. I could not put my hands on my hips because I was still holding my calculator and tablet pen, so instead, I crossed my arms and popped out a hip, trying to be as sassy as possible. I could tell Mr. Howard that I did, in fact practice.
Trey told me I could not go with him because I have homework to do. Well he does too, so his point was invalid. But he just shook his head at me! Trey just smiled at me as he tugged on his deep maroon red coat, buttoning it up to his neck. He told me it was also because it was cold outside. Because it was cold outside. So what?! I could just put on a jacket! But he ignored me and just grabbed the bouquet of flowers, and he inched his way out the door.
And then! The nerve of my brother, he tells me to tell father that he will be back in time for dinner! I am not some sort of messenger, I am his sister for God’s sake! But he just smiled, waving with the flowers at me, his greatly annoyed sister, as he slowly closes the door.
I told him that he owed me his dessert later tonight, and he promised me he would.
As soon as Trey closed the door, I ran upstairs to my room to put on my jacket and boots, which are brand new, by the way. The jacket was fuzzy on the inside, and zipped up to my neck. It was black, but I did not mind. I also had my boots match, they went up to mid calf range, so I feel pretty stylish! I gotta catch up to Trey, so once I do I will start writing again. Be right back!
16:00
It is freezing out. I know that it is the middle of winter and all, but for crying out loud, it’s like, -23°! Ridiculous. My breath curls into the air in puffs, which is pretty cool. It’s like I am a dragon who has run out of fire juice, just blowing out steam. It snowed both yesterday and this morning, so freshly fallen snow is coating the ground. Winter is Trey’s favorite season, for some reason. He tells me that he loves the sound of the snow crunching under his boots, and the joy of being able to bundle up against the wind. The more layers, the better, he says. He could just curl up in front of the fire with me, hot chocolates in hand, and watch our favorite movies. Which, I must admit, sounds like a lot of fun. It truly was one of the most magical times of the year, whether you like it or not.
I think Trey turned the corner, since I can not see him anymore. I need to catch up!
I caught up, but I am not too close so that he will notice that I am behind him. I feel like I am in a spy movie. Anyway, it was rather quiet out in the neighborhood, most kids inside doing their homework, and their parents still at work. However, there were a lot of snowmen in the yards of our neighbors. It would probably be busier in the actual city, although less snowmen which will be sad.
I have to try and catch up again, writing and walking is hard!
As I predicted, the city is fairly active. There were taxis and buses slowly hovering over along the roads, the hover-disks slower because of the cold. There were still many cars with wheels, because hover-disks are still a new development. So far, only public transportation and storage transports were allowed to use the hover-disks.
Oh my gosh it is Mrs. Howard. I love this woman, she is so sassy! Oh, she is stopping to talk to Trey, I will right down their conversation after they are done talking. I really hope she roasts him good.
Mrs. Howard: “Good morning Trey!”
Trey: “Oh! Good morning Mrs. Howard!”
Mrs. Howard: “How are the flowers I sold you? Have you killed them yet?”
Trey: “No Mrs. Howard. They are still as healthy as when you sold them to me.”
Mrs. Howard: “Hmph! They better be, boy! Only the best for your poor mother!”
Mrs. Howard is an old family friend, so she knew all about the situation our family was currently in.
Trey is moving on without me, so I am just going to put away my diary for now.
December 8, 201 N.S.A
11:00
Dear Diary,
I can barely write, my hands are shaking so badly. I don’t even remember what I was thinking, calling out his name like that. This is what the police officers said happened, from their analysis anyway.
               Trey looked up at the sudden jarring noise of hovers failing, and a hover carrier careened towards him. The hover jets had overheated, sputtering out. Unable to hold the weight of the cargo, the entire hover carrier spiraled towards him at 90 ppms (pulses per millisecond).
       I knew we should have just stuck with wheels. Hover-disks are too unreliable...
As the carrier collided with his body, the bouquet of flowers he was holding were thrown into the air, stems snapped and petals ripped off. Snow is flung up, sparkling and glittering in the sunlight. Trey is slammed into the wall of the store, coughing up blood.
I don’t know what I was thinking, I guess I just thought that that would be a good time to let Trey know that I was there. He would have had to take me to the hospital with him. Instead, I got to hear people screaming at one another to call the police. I could barely hear the sirens, because it’s just so mind numbing to watch your brother get hit by a hover carrier, you know?
Watching him get taken away on a stretcher by the paramedics, it was surreal. They wouldn’t let me into the ambulance with him. Even though I was crying and trying to convince them. I ended up running home took her father. He didn’t believe me at first, he thought it was just some dumb prank. But here we are. Waiting at the hospital, to see if Trey is OK.
A single petal, floats down from the sky…
December 9, 201 N.S.A
9:00
Dear Diary,
       I can hear the beeping of the monitor. It’s kind of irritating, but also serves as a marker of time passing by. All I hear is
      BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…
        Doctor Shaun is the one who will be taking care of Trey. He seems like a nice guy, he was very polite to father and me. Now, father and I are waiting to see if Trey is OK. Dr. Shaw and is talking to him now, we are going to get to see him! It’s been a day but, it’s still a miracle that were able to see him so soon.
       I can hear Dr. Shaun talking to Trey. It’s kind of funny to hear Trey being called “Mr. Winters”.
        Doctor Shaun looked liked a stereotypical doctor. He had the normal close cropped brown hair, neatly trimmed. He wore his standard doctor’s uniform, all navy blue.
I hear him talking to Trey, saying something along the lines of “Welcome back, Mr. Winters. I am Doctor Shaun Maslin, but you can call me Doctor Shaun.”
I can hear Trey responding, but his voice is muffled through the door. I hope it isn’t too bad, Doctor Shaun said that he would make a full physical recovery. But he also said that there was something wrong with Trey’s brain. Something about his frontal lobe being damaged and how they have never seen something like this before. Doctor Shaun was very honest, something I think father appreciates. He is just got back from visiting mother, who is not doing to well either.
Oh my gosh, it sounds like we are allowed to come in now. I will write later, now, I get to see Trey!!
December 10, 201 N.S.A
06:00
Dear Diary,
     I now know what they mean when they said that there was damage to Trey’s frontal lobe. He is like a completely different person. He is not like the Trey everyone knew, he is like a robot. He has zero personality, no emotions. Doctor Shaun says that they are working to find out how to fix it, and I hope they find a way soon. It is kind of scary living with a person devoid of emotion.
Father is almost never home now. Constantly visiting mother or at the local bar. I would gladly, very gladly take a years worth of Algebra homework to make things go back to the way they used to be.
Hearing Trey for the first time was like a punch to the face. When Doctor Shaun motioned for us to come in, I was nervous. When I saw Trey, I was so happy to see that he was alive, I actually started crying tears of joy. Sure, he was in scary condition. His entire right leg was in a cast, his left arm also in a cast, his ribs were tightly bandaged, and he had gauze around his forehead. He looked like a mess, but he was alive!
But when he saw us he didn’t even smile. He was alive, but still devoid of life.
When he spoke, it was so monotone, so emotionless…. I didn’t know what to think. We are waiting for all of the casts to come off, he will be at the hospital for a while.
Today is a school day, so I need to get ready. I will keep updating, probably less now that I need to take care of both Trey and my father.
December 25, 201 N.S.A
09:24
Dear Diary,
Merry Christmas. Trey losing his emotions is so much worse than I thought it would be. He can not function in a normal social situation. Doctor Shaun has been running tests on his brain, trying to better understand his problem. He is currently working on a “fix” for Trey.
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thedistantstorm · 5 years
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A Steelponcho Dawning - Part 6
A Dawning romance featuring the Commander and the Clan Steward, their feelings for each other coming to a head during the first Dawning celebration following the Red War, featuring Lord Saladin, city food, eventual smut, and a whole lot of pining. Continues from: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5.
Zavala is acting rather strangely today, she thinks. All she said was, “I had a weird dream last night,” and suddenly he’s ignoring her.
But, she did have a weird dream, honest.
How often do people dream about their family - she means Devrim - befriending an enemy - aka a Fallen Dreg - and treating it to a meal like they’re allies and not mortal enemies? She doesn’t even get to explain the part where Devrim thought she was the crazy one for not wanting to sit down with them for tea and biscuits before he’s all engrossed in his tablet and ignoring her.
She has half a mind to make some pouty face to get his attention but it seems to close to something Cayde would do and she therefore removes it from her list of options. Instead she leans down into his face, over his desk. “What’s gotten into you? You’re never weird like this.”
“Nothing, Hawthorne.”
“Huh,” She says flatly, withdrawing. “Fine, Commander.” She turns around and stalks back to the worktable in his office, where she’s been pouring over the Farm’s new budget and corresponding expense reports like she has some clue what she’s doing - maybe she does, she’s not sure yet (still?) - and throws herself down into her usual chair to get back to it. She’s silent for an eerily long time, posture stiff and still.
It’s a testament to how distracted he is that he does not notice, because nearly an hour later, she’s glancing over at him, biting her lip nervously. She’s gotten absolutely nothing accomplished since she sat down.
“I’m sorry.”
It takes him a second to look up at her, he’s reading the last few lines of a report from the Owl Sector. “What?”
“I’m sorry. Whatever I did. I didn’t mean to make you angry.” She pauses, tapping her index finger on the top of the worktable in a tiny anxious motion. “I didn’t… do something stupid at dinner, did I? I swear I didn't mean to drink so much. Did I make you look bad? Er… Saladin doesn’t hate me or something, does he?”
“Wait, wait.” His brows furrow and he shakes his head like he’s got something flying around his ear. “I was reading this.” He sets the report down. “What are you talking about? I’m not angry with you.”
“You called me Hawthorne.”
He does not appear concerned. “That is your name.”
“You haven’t called me Hawthorne outside of a Consensus meeting in… I don’t know, at least a month or two? It sounds so cold and formal.”
He sighs. “So that means I am angry with you?”
“You’re acting really distant,” She confesses, looking upset. “I don’t want to stress you out. I should - maybe I should just go.” She starts packing up her things. Her head is down, and her eyes are focused on the table, and not the Titan Vanguard who is blinking at her rather confusedly.
All this over a name? If he’s honest with himself, he wasn’t really paying attention when he called her by surname, he didn’t mean anything at all by it and was only trying to keep her from finding out about his rather vivid dream the night before. It still lingers in the forefront of his mind. She caught him off guard by trying to talk of her own. His behavior has clearly put her off, though, so he tries to remedy the situation. “Is it that important that I call you by your given name?”
She blinks at him, as if he’s asked a question with an obvious answer. “Call me what you will,” She mumbles, stubborn and put off by his reaction. She wills her cheeks to stay their natural color and not flush with embarrassment.
He’s not a stupid man. “Suraya…” She’s easy to read, what with the bite of her lip and her wide, deep brown eyes. Or maybe, she’s just not nearly as guarded in his presence as she used to be. That’s also a possibility. “Talk to me.”
A sigh. “I just… It’s dumb, really. Forget I said anything. You’re not mad, I’m not mad, everything is fine.” She’s ready to ramble her way to the door, but he’s blocking her way. “I need to take a-”
Wide eyes look up just slightly to meet his thundering blue ones. One elegant arch of an eyebrow has her taking a step back.
“You’d prefer it if I called you Suraya all the time, yes?” She looks sheepish. He lowers his chin, as if trying to seem less threatening about it. Part of him is driven by curiosity, but it’s not just a search for the truth now. He’s fishing for information on her feelings for him. He presses on, aware it’s going to backfire anyway, ignoring the warning signs. Foolish, his rational brain chastises as his lips move, asking, “Why?”
“That’s my name, isn’t it?” It is, but he’s not convinced. The other brow rises to match its twin. She scoffs and alarm bells go off in his head. “Fine. You started calling me Suraya more after we took back the City and I... like it, okay? It’s… nice, being close with someone for once and I don’t want it to change back to how it was!”
It seems she’s hit her emotional peak for the day, because she sidesteps him immediately afterward and all but runs out of his office. He feels like a real jerk. Even if he hadn’t meant anything by what he’d said to upset her in the first place, he shouldn’t have pushed her. He knew what he was doing. It was selfish and unlike him. That dream really messed him up. Perhaps some time alone - meditating, Ikora encouraged him to do so more often - would be helpful in recentering his feelings.
Besides, he knows for fact that he can’t give chase to her now. She’ll come back when she’s ready, when she’s stopped feeling like she’s going to keel over from embarrassment that she shouldn’t have. There’s nothing wrong with them being close, he’s certain he’s told her that before. He just needs to keep himself in check and let her come to him. And then… not ruin his chances?
No. She values his friendship. It’s not her fault he has feelings for her. He needs to get a grip.
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Suraya knows she's always been a master at hiding in the open. It's chilly and snowy atop the Tower, and the smell of the log fires and torches beside the solar-light lit gong(she thinks that it might have been one at some time, it's certainly shaped like one), make the cold crisp air smell like campfire and wilds instead of jet fuel and smog.
It smells amazing.
Like a moth to a flame, she's drawn out of the Courtyard and toward Lord Saladin's designated area. The air is colder leading up to his area, the wind fierce, but the fires take the bite out of the air.
The eyes of the Iron Lord slide over her after she'd found a place to perch herself near his post. She knew it was him when felt the pointed, stoic gaze like icy water down her back as she gazed out at the darkening sky to the east, the sun setting behind her. Stars began to glimmer against pale blue that faded into lavender and then an inky blue violet.
It's a while before he approaches her. She's silent and still for once, gazing out at the sweep of snow-capped mountains while her mind replays her earlier conversation, that of the night before, at dinner, and she finds herself more confused than ever. What did she do? Why was he acting like this?
The crunch of boots behind her isn't unexpected.
“What brings you up here?” He asks quietly, never needing to speak loudly to be heard. “Certainly you didn't enjoy my company so much the other night that you're waiting for me.”
She cracks a little smile before her lips thin again. “Needed a place to think,” She says, before casting her eyes back to the twilight sky. “Smell of the fire reminds me of out there.”
The woman doesn't gesture but he knows what she means. She is a woman of the wilds, he knows, and the wilds are a part of her. “I can imagine this can be a bit… oppressive.” He too does not gesture as he steps around her and braces his forearms on the railing. “Something on your mind?”
Yes, there is, she thinks. But he is not the one to discuss it with. He's looking at her expectantly. She's certain he's not budging until he gets an answer.
Eventually, she shrugs. “Nothing crazy.” A sigh tells him otherwise. Something has upset her.
“Ah.” He is not close enough to her to pry. “Nothing worth standing in the cold all night, then.” When she looks at him, one corner of his lips pull up. Not a smile, but something amused. “I see why Zavala likes you. You're two of a kind.”
She hopes she hasn't given away the subject of her concern with a quirk of her brow or a quicker breath. She's sure he would know in an instant.
He does. He sees her tense up when he refers to his student. She corrects quickly enough that the average person wouldn't have noticed. Lord Saladin is not the average person, though. He suspects her curiosity will win out over whatever is troubling her.
“What makes you say that?”
A large fist comes to cover his mouth as he grins. He was right, he thinks with a rumbling chuckle. “You think things through. You are both passionate and compassionate. You do not let your power go to your head.”
Clearly she does not take praise well, either. “Oh, uh, thanks.” She rubs the back of her head through her hood and gives him a nervous smile. He still sees her unease.
“He does not typically keep people so close. Care for them, yes. Abundantly, without concern for his own well-being. He bears his duty with honor, and sometimes forgets that there is more to life than his duty.” Saladin's smirks. “Or, more aptly, that it is possible to fulfill one's duty and live fully at the same time.” The rise of his eyebrows insinuates something that makes her flush.
“Why are you telling me this?” Her heart is racing like she’s done something wrong, but maybe this man is seeing right through her. For all she knows, he can. Guardians have some pretty ridiculous innate abilities, she thinks as she pushes the question out before she’s too afraid to ask. This is making her almost as uncomfortable as Zavala's uncharacteristic pushing earlier.
This time, he doesn't hide his grin. “Sometimes Zavala needs a person to meddle in his best interest. I know a good match when I see one.”
“I don't think so, Saladin,” She grounds out, keeping her voice low. “There's no way.” But, in her head, the cogs that have been turning continue to do so just a little bit faster. She's come to terms with her feelings. And, the whys and hows that make them impossible to realize. It doesn't change her feelings, but it does make her try to damper them, when she can. It’s something she failed at earlier, clearly.
Saladin looks out at the sky, “Perhaps not. But, maybe there is. Think on it. You’re good for each other.”
Think on it. Bah. She’s thought it through many a time. She will not make herself an important person in his life, like a romantic partner for instance, only to go off dying two blinks later in his timeline. How terrible of a person would she be to do that to someone who feels every loss of life in battle as if it were a member of his own family?
Zavala might be used to loss, but she does not want to hurt him. Not like that. Not ever. Not even if he loves her back, not that she dares to think that for even a second. Friends. They are friends, she drills into her head.
She really must be transparent, though, because Saladin sighs and says, “Better to love and lose than not love at all. I would know.”
Her brows furrow in surprise and she looks at him, expression unguarded. “You loved a mortal? You?”
“No,” He says, and his tone is curt and rough, like shards of broken glass. “But just because we have our Light does not mean we Guardians live forever. We can be killed all the same.” He claps her on the shoulder. “At the very least, promise me you’ll think about it.”
“What makes you think I have feelings for him?” She blinks in an attempt to be coy. “We’re friends.”
He shakes his head and smirks at her antics, eyes narrowing. It's clear he doesn't believe her. “I’m sure you are. Call it a hunch.”
On her walk back to her apartment, she sees the remnants of a full moon and can’t help but shake her head. Not that she’s incredibly superstitious, but it would help explain why everyone is so damn crazy today. It’s enough to make her switch off her handheld and go to bed early, beyond ready for a fresh start. She resolves not to tell anyone about her dreams tomorrow if she has any, as she lays awake and overthinks.
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spinachdrum · 5 years
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Day 4 - Myeongdong!
Hi guys welcome back to my channel!
Today was super fun!! It started off kind of rough (I started my period like right away this morning when I woke up, so 🙃) but luckily Nichole came STRAPPED with 800mg ibuprofen tablets. Seriously, I take ibuprofen on my period like candy; I’m sure that’s terrible for my body and I’m sure my liver is a shriveled up raisin but hey, better than having cramps.
Anyway, a lot of places in Myeongdong don’t open until a little later in the morning, like maybe 1pm or so? So we lazed around for most of the morning (which was nice for me because period pains knock me on my ass @__@). But finally we got up and got ready and headed out! 
Seriously, there’s something about the subway in Korea that I just love so, so much. I can’t explain it. I love the stations (hate the stairs, lol), I love that cold breeze that blows down the steps in the winter time, I love the noise, I love that feeling of satisfaction when I figure out the path and don’t get lost. It’s strange and I know a lot of people don’t like the subway but it was honestly one of the things I was so looking forward to coming back to. Excuse my love poem to the Korean subway, LOL.
So first, when you get into Myeongdong station, finding the underground mall is super easy cause it’s like, right in front of your face. LIKE BAM. There’s a lot of clothing stores, some teeny tiny restaurants, some souvenier shops, and of course there’s a few k-pop stores! This is where I usually go to buy things I don’t have, like some older releases, although they have new releases too! This is where I bought Arrival when it came out while I was here in 2017. 
Of course I didn’t take any photos in the mall because my eyes were falling out of my head at all the GOT7 things I could buy that I didn’t have, lol. But I made the smart decision of not buying all of that stuff until we were on our way back so I didn’t have to carry it. 
We came out of exit six, which will put you right near an entrance and right by the giant Nature Republican that is really recognizable since it’s got the greenery on the walls and is on the corner. It’s a good starter point and a rendezvous point of sorts since there’s lots of streets to walk down so it’s a good way to remember where you started. 
Or first stop: ARTBOX. I love ARTBOX. [chipotle is my life vine voice]. I love ARTBOX, ARTBOX is my life.
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This ARTBOX in Myeongdong is three stories! THREE! THREE STORIES!!!!!! 
Seriously there is literally everything you could possibly need in this damn ARTBOX. Need school supplies? ARTBOX. Need bathroom decorations? ARTBOX. Need a wireless keyboard? ARTBOX. HOTEL???? TRIVAGO!!! 
Like I could honestly write a love song to ARTBOX. Instead, you can have this photo dump of the inside of the store!! 
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The first floor is mostly stationary and beauty stuff! Like seriously there is the BIGGEST sticker collection here!! Stickers as far as the eye can see. I bought like... 5? Packs of stickers? Just because they have sooo many cute ones! They have a lot of really cute stationary sets and birthday cards. 
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Even the elevator is cute!! We decided to take the elevator to the top floor and then walk back down through the other floors to see everything! 
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I don’t know how good this will look on Tumblr but here’s a panorama shot of the second floor! This was mostly electronics and stuff but still there’s SO much cute stuff to look at!! They had wireless keyboards that were sooo cute and I was really tempted to get one but since I’m lazy I almost never sit at my desktop computer and am always performing some contortionist act on my bed with my laptop, lol.
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There are so many little cute places to take pictures in here, too! This was on the third floor. Also, personal sidenote, but I literally LOATHE having my picture taken since I hate how I look... but I don’t have any photos of me from my first trip in Korea and I really wanted to change that this time around. It’s so hard to get over and I am still anxious about posting these kinds of photos of myself where I can’t control the angle but it really does make me happy to see myself in these places and to have this memory of being there, so it’s progress, I think.
Okay, dumb personal thing over. MORE PICTURES OF ARTBOX YAAAAY
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PLUSHIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Top floor! Lots of stationary and luggage up here.
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The cutest decorations! 
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CAPSULE MACHINESSSSS. I got an Adventure Time watch that you can’t change the time on, LOL. It just said 12:00 on it and I haven’t figured out how to change the time yet, but it’s of Tree Trunks and it’s cute so I ain’t even mad.
After we left ARTBOX (and I bought 944e9934985 stickers and a singular $6 pencil (but it’s PENTEL and it’s super fucking nice and no one is even going to breathe on that pencil if they aren’t me) we went to the LINE Friends store!! I had serious tunnel vision for ARTBOX and ended up walking right by it when we first arrived, but we doubled back and went to it. It was nice going during the week and kind of early because there was ZERO line for taking a picture with the giant bear!! 
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Stupid cute. Love it. 
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This was so cute!! There was a fucking SHITLOAD of BT21 stuff here, the whole top floor was BT21. It honestly made me wish I was into BTS cause they were so cute, lol. They did have some ugly ass shoes though and now I wish I had taken a picture of them because one pair was like....HAIRY.
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The whole wall of the stairs was made of this and it was sooo pretty! 
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Brown’s room!! I could have pet that bear all day, tbh. So soft.
After we left the LINE Friends store, we just walked around for a little bit! We went to go eat first, and we went to this place called Golden Farm and I had sundubu jjigae and ugh, so good.
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We hit a lot of the beauty stores but I didn’t buy much (except at Etude House a little later), since there was honestly just... SO MUCH TO LOOK AT. I want to buy everything I look at but I’m really wary about buying skincare stuff without trying it, because I’m anxious about breaking out :( I found the Soojung line and I really wanted to try it but I am trepidatious about branching out without being able to try first. 
I also didn’t take a ton of pictures on the street or in the beauty stores but mostly because the employees were standing UP my ASS. I’m not mad about it, of course, but it was a little weird at times because I just wanted to look at stuff and they’d be standing at my elbow like 👀. But when we did go to Etude House later, I ended up buying the Peach Farm Play Color Eyes palette, a pretty liquid eyeshadow, a lip tint, and a mascara! 
I didn’t get a picture of this or a video and I’m so mad about it becaues it was so funny. But there was a guy in this really janky dog costume that was advertising for a dog cafe (!!!!!!) and he was being SO WEIRD!! He was doing this really weird thing with his legs and I started laughing so he high fived me and handed me a flier, LOL. And then he walked right behind me for a little bit until it was obvious I was not going to the cafe. Sorry manpup!! 
I wish we had stayed just a tiny bit later since as we were walking back a ton of the street food vendors were starting to pack up. However there was this one cart right outside exit 6 where we came out that had a few things like cheese on a stick, sausage and rice cake, sausage and cheese in bread (so basically a corndog with cheese lol) and even MANDU!!! So we stopped for a snack and omg honestly it was soooo good. There’s nothing like Korean streetfood! 
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We went back down into the station and that’s when I bought all the GOT7 things I wanted to buy earlier. RIP my wallet. 
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Gazing at my bags in shame. SHAME. That DAISO bag actually has an ass load of snacks in it for part of one of my classes! 
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My flat lay of shame.
Coming back was crazy since it was starting to be rush hour. Omg the stations were SO busy it was insane. We only had to transfer one line but one of the trains was sooooo full that we decided to hang back and wait for the next one--this lady leapt in right as the doors were closing and they almost closed on her leg!!! Also, this little tiny old lady in front of me when we were walking up the stairs was trying to pull a wheeled cart up the stairs behind her, so I lifted up the back of it and helped her carry it up the stairs. Her smile when she turned to thank me was soooo sweet. ♥️
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The sun going down through the window. The pollution was really bad but it was still oddly pretty..
Our classmate Gaby is actually here, too! She came for Spring Break to visit her boyfriend, but he had to go to his academy tonight so we made plans to hang out and get dinner. Originally we were going to Hongdae but she wasn’t going to be free until later like 8pm and I was so tired (my period is soooo draining, it sucks) so we agreed to hang out at our AIRBNB instead! And honestly, I’m so glad we did. When she got here she suggested we try this place called Pizza School that she loved a lot while she lived here and omg, she was right. It was soooo good! 
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So we ate and we sat around and talked and laughed and joked around! It was so nice, I love her and it was such a fun bonding experience to get to know her a little better! I love my friends and I love even more that we got to hang out here together. It was such a nice way to end the day, so relaxing and sooo much fun. ♥️
Until next time, y’all! 
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angel-scythe · 5 years
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The Big Blue
Hi people!
Here I am again with a fanfiction. Getting tired yet? (I need to find time to post others fanfictions by the way but I hate posting and I post already too much which bring all of this pretty not easy...)
But enough talk! Here I am to offer you another work inspired by @lusciouswhiteflame because why having ideas and projects when every artwork is a masterpiece and inspire me way too much? (In fact, I’m working on two fanfictions in the same time right now, oops?)
Like always, you can go on AO3 by smashing my door |   °| or just keep reading!! (Don’t forget to pet the cat to see the beautiful artworks !!  /ᐠ。‸。ᐟ\ )
They were partners in work for three months and in life since two. The first day Gavin had asked him to sleep with him, Nines had been surprised. He couldn’t sleep. He could go on standby but for him, it was a big waste of time. Though, he had quickly understood he could work while Gavin slept in his arms.
The mere idea was a good thing because Gavin seemed to sleep better since he was sleeping in his arms and … strangely, he was feeling better too. He loved to have Gavin on his chest and, since he worked fast, he could even enjoy looking at the slightest inch of his face. He knew him more than by heart and still, he loved admiring him, loved the tiny sounds he made when he was dreaming, enjoyed being able to be there to ease the nightmare without waking up him.
And at the same time, as he worked fast, as he had seen every inch of his face and knew his sleep cycle perfectly, the nights became a long time with nothing to do.
Slowly, he had started to search everything about Gavin…
He wanted to know what he didn’t know about him. He wanted to know him like he had always been a part of his life instead of being the Plastic Prick they put in his way. He often asked himself if Gavin loved him or if he stayed with him for … well for a lot of reasons. Having a robot-partner had a lot of advantages. A lot.
He wondered…
He didn’t know if he could push Gavin to love him as much as he loved him but he could maybe make him happy?
Nines watched Gavin as he was lying on him, one hand grabbing his top, the second on his pecs. He slid his fingers in the ruffled hair and smelled his coffee perfume, getting amused because the Detective was actually drooling on him while dreaming. He wondered what he was dreaming of. He wished he could jump in his dream and share them… His fingers moved a bit and brushed the dark circles under his eyes. Even when he slept, that didn’t seem to erase them. Maybe because he didn’t sleep enough?
He wished he could help him to sleep even more instead of finding him falling asleep in his seat at work, in the middle of the night, or in a sofa with files and tablets around him.
And he said he was working all the time?
He watched back Gavin’s old Instagram account. When Gavin became an adult, with a job taking every second of his time, he stopped filled him with stupidities and Nines was a bit sad because he loved what he could see there. Reading the legend of the photographs, he felt like he was discovering him in another side. And at the same time … he was exactly the same for him. Because he loved him, because he had learned everything about him, second by second, being at his side. And when his face seemed to be closed and without any emotions, in fact, he was feeling too many things for him. He pressed his lips against his temple before looking Instagram again, his LED yellow as the images were casting from his hand…
  Brushing his teeth, Gavin was preparing coffee while Nines was doing the breakfast. He watched the man with his boxer on and nothing else. A tiny smile appeared on his lips seeing him yawning.
“Good night?”
“Yeah.”
“I was wondering about something?”
“Hm?”
Gavin spat in the sink and wiped his mouth with his hand.
“When your mom broke up with Mister Kamski, where did you go?”
“What?”
Gavin turned toward the Android, frowning.
“Your mother was Kamski’s second wife, right? But they didn’t stay a lot together, am I right? You left from another house and from them, once again. Where did you live then?”
Gavin smirked and walked to him, folding his arms. “You should stop stalking me, you freak!”
“I’m not stalking you.”
“No, you’re certainly doing worst, weirdo. Give me those eggs and go prepare yourself, Tincan!”
“Where did you go to the College?”
“That’s enough, Nines! What the phck is goin’ on?!”
“I…”
Nines saw something in his face. Anger? Did he push on a subject Gavin didn’t like? It was hard to know because Gavin started to post less and less on his Instagram. He could imagine things but not knowing them… And that was the ‘problem’ because Gavin said only what he wanted on his Social Network Media.
“I just want to know you better?”
Gavin sighed and passed his hand through his hair.
“My mother and my dad didn’t get along very well. They broke up and we went to my aunt before getting to an apartment. As soon as I was able to leave the house, I went to the Police Academy of Detroit. Wanted to help people. From there, I took a tiny room in downtown, it was expensive as phck and I had like two rooms? Bathroom and the other. I stayed there for seven years then got this. Happy?”
“Yes. Thank you for sharing.”
Gavin unfolded his arms and kissed his cheek.
“Thanks for the eggs.”
He took them and walked to the coffee machine. As he poured a mug, he frowned.
“In fact… I went to Elijah’s few days between College and Downtown. Just time to find.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Gavin yawned again and Nines wanted to offer him to sleep tonight but he knew Gavin wouldn’t want to sleep before two or three days.
At least.
He will have him doing nap here and there…
  Three days later
 He was tired. Really tired. The case was bigger than he thought and he almost didn’t nap. Which made him really tense and he wouldn’t be there, climbing the stairs, if Fowler hadn’t force him to get out. He wondered why Nines didn’t have hit him to make him fall asleep…
Uh … where was Nines? He didn’t see him much lately.
God, he was tired. And why he was climbing the steps instead of taking the lift? He was so dead…
Tired, exhausted, he pushed open the door of his flat. He wondered if he’ll take a soup before going to bed. And maybe a shower? He didn’t eat for three days except for coffee.
And then, in the entrance, he stopped.
In the armchair, facing the entry, next the sofa, there was a big shark, half his tall, just waiting for him and looking him with big black eyes.
“What the phck is that?”
“It’s Sharkie, your best friend since you’re seventeen.”
Gavin turned his head to Nines who cooked from the kitchen separated from the living room by a half-wall. It was quite open.
“What?”
Nines put down the spatula in the pan and he walked to the living room.
“You don’t remember?” he said.
“I’m phckin’ tired.” Gavin walked to the armchair and knelt on the floor, pressing his finger on the nose. “I don’t remember.” He pressed his head in the shark and groaned.
“You won’t fall asleep there? I made you hot dog.” Nines approached the Human. “Gavin?”
He crouched next to him and sighed a bit.
He was already asleep.
  Nines couldn’t let Gavin sleep on the floor so he brought him in the bed but the man didn’t even really wake up. He groaned and then fell asleep again. Nines even undressed him and slid in the bed with him, hugging him like ever without him moving and realizing anything.
It was almost frightening.
But Gavin was just asleep and he could feel his breath and his drool on his skin.
As he slept, he watched other pictures, being sad that Gavin didn’t remember. On those images, Gavin was always with the shark and he always put a legend about his ‘Best friend in the World’. You could see him with the plush around like a child, even in the College the last time he took a pic on Instagram…
Nines searched for the shark everywhere in Gavin’s house and, not finding it, he went to the College, asking for it. That looked stupid but his lover was working all the time, never stopping, and he wanted him to remember a time when taking a break was okay. Where he thought differently. He wanted to bring him back innocence, the innocence taken away by crime and horror a Detective could see in his life, and he also wanted to see him happy. As happy as he was in the pics…
It was stupid.
Stupid to go everywhere to have it…
He sighed, looking at the pic where Gavin showed his new buddy for the first time. He had been hit a lot and his nose was broken so Elijah offered him a big plush to comfort him and the love story started this day … and yesterday, Kamski said to him how he got those scars, how his mother beat him in the past. Maybe he just brought something bad from the past, memories?
Maybe that was the reason Gavin played the dumb?
Or he really forgot his best friend? After all, it was sixteen years before. Humans had the tendencies to forget things…
He sighed and turned his head to watch Gavin. His lips moved to kiss his hair.
And he got hit by a Gavin jumping suddenly.
“Sharkie!”
Gavin jumped out of the bed.
“What?” Nines said, looking him run away from the door.
“SHARKIE!!!” he heard from the living room.
Nines came out of the bed and the room to see Gavin jump on the armchair and the plush he hugged.
“Sharkie! I thought I had lost you! You’re there! And you’re even more beautiful than before! Look, your fin is sexed again!”
Nines blinked, his LED becoming yellow.
“You’re still soft!!”
Gavin pressed his face in the plush and what he said what almost not understandable but the Android was sure he had said “And you’re smell so good.”
“You remember him, then?”
The cop pushed out his head and cleared his throat, sitting in the armrest.
“Since when you’re there?”
“A moment,” Nines replied.
He walked to him as Gavin passed his fingers around the caudal fin.
“I thought you didn’t remember him,” the RK900 said, in a low tone.
“I never forget him. He was my best friend! But one day, I just didn’t find him back.”
Nines was a bit surprised because of the previous scene. Though, Gavin was really exhausted. Maybe he was so tired he couldn’t even remember this old plushie? He wouldn’t be that surprised, to be honest. He rubbed his nose, still hurting a bit, with a tiny smile.
“I called your brother. You forgot him in his house when you went to your room in Downtown. He said you didn’t have a place to keep him so he kept it but when he moved on to Belle Isle he forgot it in the attic. Well, he guessed it was what has happened. I searched for it in his old house, a family lived there and let me look, and since I didn’t find it I went to Elijah’s house. There, he let me look absolutely everywhere.”
Now Gavin understood why he saw him so little the last days.
“But you have cases to work on at the precinct?” he said.
“That wasn’t as important as finding Sharkie,” Nines replied.
Gavin was dumbfounded and he hugged the plush.
“It’s a plush, what are you saying? It’s not more important than people being killed or worse.”
“Seeing how much you’re happy, it was really much more important.”
Gavin’s heart missed a heartbeat and he blinked, watched him, hugging even more the plush.
“I also cleaned your plush and also repaired what needed to be repaired.”
“Why did you do that?” Gavin whispered.
“I wanted you to be happy and saw in your Instagram you loved him so much.”
“That’s weird now!!” Gavin jumped on his feet and walked to Nines, holding the shark in his arms. “But that’s the cutest and most beautiful thing someone had ever done for me.”
Nines caressed Sharkie’s head then approached his forehead than Gavin’s. The man brushed his lips against his.
“You’re making me happy,” he said before kissing him softly.
The Android replied to it with softness and love. Gavin pressed a bit against him and Nines took him under the thighs.
“You need to sleep more. The cuddles will be only done in the bed.”
“Okay! Sharkie sleep with us, right?!”
Nines smiled, seeing him so happy and he kissed him again. “With pleasure,” he whispered against his lips.
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ladyofwisteria · 3 years
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Chapter 2: Ceremony Catastrophe
~Inside the Mirror Chamber~
Dozens of people started murmuring to themselves and others as they saw the headmaster leave during the middle of the dorm assignment ceremony, they are eventually interrupted when one of the six (five one of them was a floating tablet) people that stood directly near the mirror let out a loud "Ahem!" that made everyone turned towards them. One of them a short red-haired man spoke up first.
                   "Is that all for new student dorm assignment?" he paused waiting for anyone who hasn't speak up "Listen up, new students. Here in Heartslabyul, I am the rules. Break them." he pauses again "and it's off with your head."
The next to speak up was a man with lion ears "Uuuugghh. Is this stuffy ceremony is finally over? We're going back to the dorm. Savanaclaw, follow me."
                   "To the new students, congratulations on entering the academy. Enjoy your life here to its fullest." The silver-haired man with glasses spoke up "As the dormitory leader of Octavinelle. I will support you to the best of my ability."
                   "By the way, where did the Dean go? He flew out right in the middle of the ceremony..." said a beautiful man with short blond hair with purple tips.
                   "Abandoning his post..." said the tablet
                   "Did he get a stomach-ache or something?" the tan-skinned boy with silver hair and red eyes question which got everyone murmuring again.
                   Not a few seconds later the door slammed opened revealing the headmaster, a tied-up cat, and another person wearing the same cloak.
~Third person pov~
Crowley, Grim, and Alice entered the room greeted by a large number of people wearing the same hood I was in. Alice thought she must have quite the imagination to think up this many people.
While most of the noticeable people in the crowd had no disguising features the six men seemed to strike more to me, well five one of them was a floating tablet
"Not at all!" Crowley spoke up as we entered
"Ah, he's here"
"I cannot believe you all. We were missing one new student, so I went to find them." Crowly turned to me "You are the only one yet to be assigned a dormitory. I shall watch over the raccoon, now step in front of the Dark Mirror." He said jerking the cord holding Grim as he was still struggling in getting out.
So, Alice just steps in front of a mirror and then what, 'will I wake up or will this dream get even weirder than it already had.' Alice thought to herself
"State thy name"
"A...Alice Weaver"
"EHHHHHHHH!" Everyone in the room let out in shock.
"Isn't Alice a girl's name?"
"This is an all-boys school right; how did a girl get accepted?"
"Did the carriage make a mistake?"
"Headmaster, there must have been a mistake, this is an all-boys school!"
"Not necessary, while yes this is an all-boy school there are no rules stating girls aren't allowed to attend, we have had a few women in the academy before the last being seventy-five years ago" Crowley corrected
"The shape of thy soul is...... I do not know."
"Come again?"
"There is a faint spark in this one... but is locked, deep in their soul...I can not see the color nor the shape. Therefore, they are suited for no dormitory."
"WHAT!" the students including Crowley yelled again students begin to mumble about this bizarre event.
"If that's the case, then I'll take her place" Grim who had finally gotten out of his restrains declared  
"Stay right there! Racoon dog!"
"Unlike this dumb human, I can use magic! Let me the school instead! If you need proof, I'll show you right now!"
"Everyone, get down!"
Grim did a large inhale and Alice got ready to book it but not taking the length of the cloak into effect the cloak got caught under her foot and almost fell off the stand, Alice braced herself but crashed into someone preventing her from hitting the floor just as Grim let out an array of flames setting the venue and someone's ass on fire, and everyone running in panic.
"S... Sorry" Alice replied opening her eyes to see herself on top of a man with tan skin, bright green eyes, long messy brown hair, and...lion ears.
"Just get off my stomach," he said in a tired but angry tone, she quickly jumped off the man while he made little effort in getting up.
"At this rate, the school will be a sea of fire!" Crowley starts to panic "Somebody, catch that Raccoon Dog"
"Hmm? Aren't you good at hunting? Doesn't it look like a nice plump snack?" The beautiful man questioned the man with lion ears
"Why don't you do it yourself"
"Mr. Crowley" The silver-haired man with the glasses spoke up "Please leave it to me. I'm sure the others couldn't stomach harassing the poor creature, so I will take it upon myself.
Alice couldn't help but notice but when he said that he would de it himself his enthusiastic smile turned a bit sadistic.
"That's Azul for you. Always try to earn himself points." The person communicating through the tablet replied
"Are you all even listening!?" Crowley panicked not even trying to help quell the situation.
"If it's just catching some stupid raccoon, can't you do it yourself, Teach?" The lion eared man questioned earning him a glare from Mr. Crowley
"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a raccoon! the Great Grim that will become the magician is me!" Grim complained
"It certainly has Moxie. Care to help me, Riddle?" the silver-haired identified as Azul asks turning to the red-haired man.
"I can't overlook those who break rules. Let's hurry and get it."
Hearing that Grim booked it out of the mirror room the moment he saw Azul and Riddle rushing towards him leaving everyone staring as the two ran out of the room chasing the cat.
"Umm, hey, could someone put out my butt fire already" the man in the Turban broke the silence
Oh yeah, that guy's butt was still on fire.... Wait
'It's been how many minutes and nobodies helped him yet' Alice thought to herself
Alice quickly ran over to the poor guy and ripped the cloak off of him toss it to the ground and preceded to stomp out the flame of course forgetting about my clock again and it got caught on fire as well. Quickly she tore off the cloak and tossed it into the plie and resumed stomping out the fire revealing her long black hair, slim figure, light peach skin, light pink lips, and piercing Amethyst colored eyes.
As the result, almost all the boys in the crowd were blushing profusely.
"N..no way it is a girl" "And a really cute one" were some of the whispers she managed to hear
This quickly ended with an "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
A few seconds later both Riddle and Azul returned with Grim with a wired black and red collar around his neck
"Laws of the Queen of Hearts Number 23: 'One shall never bring a cat into a festival.' You being a cat means you've broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once." Riddle stated
"I'm not a cat!! I'll burn this collar right up..." He tried to use his fire but realized he couldn't "E, eh? I can't use my fire!"
"Hmph! You won't be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat."
"Wh-what?! I'm not some pet!"
"Wow" Azul spoke up "As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle. I want it..." That comment resulted in Riddle giving Azul a really angry look "No, I wouldn't ever want that cast on me."
"Now then... Miss Weaver" Mr. Crowley put me on the spot again "Do something about your familiar!"
"But" Alice tried to get a word in only for him to interrupt me again.
"Because of you, the welcoming ceremony was almost ruined," He stopped hoping this time I could get something in but
"Your familiar not only destroy one of the coffins but almost destroy parts of the facility and almost injured several students!"
Alice tried to say something again. "While the coffin was not heavily damaged, have you not thought of the cost of repairs for the facilities and lawsuit compensation"
She had just about enough before he could continue "MR. CROWLEY!" Alice yelled
Everyone was in complete silence and shocked.
"So, the kitten has fang" the Lion-eared man Leona spoke up with a smirk
"Umm, can I just say something?"
Mr. Crowley snapped out of his shock stare "*sigh* Very well then, what is it"
"He's not my familiar"
"It's not"
"Yes, that's what I have been trying to tell you"
"Y-you did?" Mr. Crowley cleared his throat and took Grim from Riddle "Anyway, let's get it out of the school at any rate. We won't turn you into stew. For I am gracious."
He began walking out with Grim struggling to get out of his grip.
"Gyaaa! Let me go! I'm going to, going to... Become the greatest magician!" he yells as his voice begun fading.
'I wonder why he was so desperate'
A few seconds later Crowley came back. "We had a bit of trouble along the way, but this brings the entrance ceremony to a close. Dormitory Heads, please show the new students back to the dormitories." He stops for a bit and looks around in confusion. ".. Hm? Now that I think about it, I don't see the leader for Diasomnia, Mr. Draconia around at all..."
"That's no different from usual is it?"
"What? Did nobody tell him about the ceremony?"
"If you're going to complain, you should've done it yourself"
"Hmmm. But I don't really know anything about that guy."
Again, the students below begun to murmur.
"By Draconia...Do they mean "that" Malleus Draconia?", "Is he seriously attending this school?", "Scary..."
"I was correct." An unknown voice causing everyone to turn the source to see a young-looking man with dark hair with magenta streaks. Alice was a bit surprised as the man just appeared out of thin air right beside her.
                   "I thought he might come but Malleus didn't. It seems the invitation "never arrived' again."
"My deepest apologies. I promise, we didn't intend to exclude you". "His aura makes it hard to approach him." Both Azul and Riddle apologized.
"It's fine. Members of the Diasomnia Dormitory can come with me... I hope this doesn't upset him..." before he leaves with the respected dorm he stops in front of Alice and turns to face her.
"It's been a while since some from your family had been accepted here" He whispered to her and walked off to join his group.
Alice wanted to stop him to question what he meant but just like he appeared had vanished before she could.
Eventually, every student left leaving Alice and Crowley were the only ones left.
"Then, miss Alice, I'm terribly sorry about this but... We must have you leave the school. Those without any talent for magic cannot be allowed to attend class here, even if they have only a faint bit of magic. There's no need to worry. The Dark Mirror will send you directly back from whence you came.
"Fine by me, this was a long a wired dream anyway, I just glad to get this over with and wake up back in my bed" Alice replied with a bit of annoyance
"A dream? I can ensure you this is no dream, now enter the Gate, and picture your home clearly in your mind."
Alice walked into the coffin 'Gate' and as Crowley close the lid on her she had begun to think of her home, and her family.
"Oh, Dark Mirror! Guild this one back to the place they belong!"
"....."
*cricket noise*
"Once more. Oh, Dark Mirror! Guide this..."
"It is nowhere..." the Dark Mirror spoke up
"Eh?" both Crowley and Alice replied as she pokes her head out of the 'Gate'
"The place they belong is nowhere in this world... It does not exist."
Reality began to set in for her this was indeed not a dream and that she was indeed stuck in an unknown world's all-boys magic school.
"What did you say? That is unbelievable! Hmm, well the unbelievable has been on parade today. This is the first time it's ever happened since I become Headmaster, what should be... Where exactly you come from?"
"E...England, I'm from Warwickshire, England"
"I've never heard of that place. I have a general grasp of where all the students came from but I've never even heard that name before. Let's go do some research in the library.
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MODEL BEHAVIOR A Captain Swan modern AU  by @shippingtheswann​ for the @captainswanbigbang​ 2017 year!
SUMMARY: Emma is an up and coming model living in LA with her best friend Ruby. Killian is a star baseball player for the LA Dodgers. Their families are close - and they grew up together. However, what happens after not seeing each other for 6 years - when they are forced back into a situation that requires them to reconnect and explore what was once there.
RATING: Explicit
WARNING: There will be smut later in the story, some mention of violence, hard language, mention of pregnancy loss
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Special shout out to Monica @acaptainswaneternity​ - the artist with this story. I have loved everything she has done for me - so make sure to check her out! She made an amazing cover and the best image sets for each chapter.
Another huge shout out to Nicola @alocin209​ who beta read everything and tried to keep me on target!
Can also be found on FF - Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three; Chapter Four; Chapter Five; Chapter Six; Chapter Seven; Chapter Eight; Chapter Nine
A/N: Sorry for the slight delay. We lost power yesterday (well, it was scheduled but I forgot - they turn off the power when they move from A/C to heat), so I couldn't post the story last night, as my phone now sucks thanks to the new Iphone Update. But, here we are - Chapter 9. Only two chapters left. I really hope you enjoy this chapter.
With the deep sleep she had the night before, Emma thought that it would take forever for her to fall asleep alone that night. Yet, when she woke in the morning, alone in her bed, she was surprised. The day must have taken a toll on her, enough to make her fall asleep without even getting under the covers or changing her clothes.
They had gotten home around dinner time, exhausted after the long drive. She wanted to talk to Killian about his day, to make sure that the practice had gone well. She knew he was supposed to be home soon. So she waited patiently for a while, hoping to see him before he found his own bed. She was also hoping for an invitation to join him. While she knew, somewhere in the back of her mind she wanted to enjoy more intimate activities with Killian, she realised that want was pretty small. What she really craved right now was just his touch, his hands wrapped around her hips, drawing her in close as they fell into a deep slumber.
She had caught herself daydreaming more and more about him as the day dragged on. After her mother's revelation, she couldn't help it. Almost everything made her think of him, even things that had nothing to do with him. After lunch, her grandfather suggested they head down to the main area and take a look at the new expansion. She rode in the golf cart with him, Regina and Henry. Nothing about that should have made her think of Killian, yet she couldn't help but picture him beside her, holding her hand as they went over the rolling hills.
She remembered glancing at the clock around nine and wondering where he was. His practice was supposed to end hours ago, yet he still wasn't home. She was sure she heard a car pull up just a few minutes prior, but no movement had sounded in the house. Her body was starting to protest her attempts at staying awake. She knew she needed her sleep too. Tomorrow was a big day and it was going to be a long day too.
So, she let her body take over. She had said she would only take a light cat nap, so she left her lights on and her door unlocked. Hopefully, he would come to her. Hopefully, he would wake her, not wanting to wait till morning to talk to her. As she drifted off, she was thinking about how she would then beg him to stay with her. How he wouldn't be able to say no to her soft plea and the sleepy look in her eyes. She hoped that he would then help her undress, maybe leading to something more.
It was like she could feel his hands removing her shirt and pants. He wouldn't take it any further, as he was a gentleman and he believed in good form. Instead, he would use those fingers of his to gently massage her shoulders as she laid on his chest underneath the softness of her covers. She could almost feel his skin on hers, lulling her into the deep sleep that carried her through the night.
She had fallen asleep with her phone and tablet on the bed with her. After all, she had planned for a cat nap. Looking around in the glow of the morning sun, she could see they had fallen to the floor in the middle of the night. She sent up a silent prayer that her phone kept its charge. She didn't want her phone dying in the middle of Henry's ceremony. She wanted to get as many pictures as possible, but she also knew she would need something to keep her mind busy while the school called out over 1500 names.
She was disappointed to be alone in her bed, her door showing no signs of being opened. Thoughts began swarming in her mind. She couldn't keep them all straight. Part of her tried to explain why he hadn't come to her, why he didn't wake up with her that morning. It tried to tell her that maybe he was just really tired from practice, which she could understand. It told her that he was being respectful by not coming to her so late, wanting to give her a good night sleep before today.
The other part of her was a bit more dramatic. It told her that he regretted spending the night with her, even if he had said otherwise. It told her that he didn't come to her simply because he knew he wouldn't get anything from her other than a place to lay down. It told her that he was a man and needed more. She had always heard of people having an angel and devil on their shoulders, fighting to choose what is right, but she never expected it to happen to her.
Expect they weren't trying to stop her from doing something. They were fighting over whether she should really take this leap with Killian. One part of her was worried that he was just like every other guy out there, that he was just like Neal. The other part thought his gentlemanly ways were just too good to be true.
Emma knew she had to make a decision, and it didn't have anything to do with Killian Jones. She had to decide then and now that no matter what happened, she wouldn't let her fear get in the way. She wasn't going to let her mind play games with her anymore. She had decided yesterday to take the chance with Killian and she wasn't going let something as dumb as him not coming into her room last night scare her away. She wasn't going to let her past, her fears, or her self-doubt take control any longer. She was going to finally get what she wanted.
She marched downstairs with a purpose. She was going to confront him and lay it all on the line. She wasn't going to wait any longer. When she got downstairs though, Killian was nowhere to be found. Finally taking the time to get a bearing of her surroundings, she noticed it was still quite early. Henry had to be at the venue by 10 to prepare for his commencement. Her parents were probably starting to stir, knowing that they had a lot to do that day. The caterers were arriving right after Henry was set to leave to prepare for the party that was going to begin a few hours after the ceremony. Yet, she knew her mother still had some final things to do.
Instead of worrying, she decided she would surprise him with breakfast. The families didn't need to leave for the venue until close to noon, so she had plenty of time to make him something special, to go with her special invitation.
She knew he liked pancakes, or at least he used to. She had a special recipe from her father too, one that Killian had never tried, even though he grew up next door. David's special pancakes were reserved for birthdays and holidays, but Emma decided that this occasion called for a little bit extra. Normally, she would have just used the box recipe and not done anything special.
Her father's recipe called for nutmeg and some vanilla, along with a few other secret ingredients that Emma swore she would take to the grave. She had made them for Ruby and Lacey once before. She could remember Ruby's face as she took the first bite. Emma never really believed in the saying that food could be better than an orgasm, but the ecstasy on Ruby's face made her a believer. The girls begged Emma for the next couple of months to make them again, but Emma refused, saying they are only for the most special occasions. Christmas that year was at Granny's and for all of their birthdays they were traveling, so Emma hadn't made them again.
She flipped the last pancake, hoping that her father would be able to use the rest of the batter when they woke up, which she was sure would be soon. No one in the Nolan household could resist the smell of those pancakes.
She loaded up the tray that her mother kept for breakfast in bed with the pancakes, some coffee, and the special syrup that her dad kept just for these occasions. Special pancakes always called for special syrup he said. Mrs. Buttersworth wouldn't do, so her dad had ordered special flavored syrup from somewhere in Canada just to match his recipe. She laughed at him the first time he explained that to her. Some men order special beer to go with their foods, women paired wine, but her father paired syrup to his pancakes.
She stopped quickly in the bathroom downstairs, wanting to make sure she looked OK. Thankfully she had taken her makeup off right when she got home, feeling sticky and sweaty from the early June summer. Her hair was still braided, with some small flyaways, but overall she looked good. It was thanks to all the beauty regiments they kept her on for modeling. Her skin was her career and she couldn't abuse it. She was letting most of that regiment go for these three weeks.
She padded almost silently back upstairs. She didn't want to wake anyone too soon. She didn't want the questions from her parents or Henry. She didn't want to explain to them why she was bringing Killian special pancakes on a morning that wasn't so special for him. She definitely didn't want to explain anything to them until she explained herself to Killian. That is why she chose to enter his room through their bathroom. She didn't want to wait outside in the hallway for him to answer the door, she wanted some privacy for them and she knew there was a chance that would be ruined if someone happened to walk past her.
She knocked on his door with the end of the tray. At first, she didn't hear any movement and it somewhat disappointed her. Plus, she had her hands full, something she didn't really think about. She couldn't just barge into his room like this. She would need to wait for him to come to her. She was trying to knock again when she heard movement. She heard the fall of his feet on the floor and the shuffling of blankets. She waited, counting the seconds until he finally opened the bathroom door.
Five long seconds. Those five seconds felt like an eternity. Each passing beat was like a bullet being shot at her. Fear was beginning to creep back. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she should just let things happen and not try to force them. But as she began to think those thoughts, the door to the bathroom swung open and Killian was standing in front of her.
"Swan?" he asked, sleep still hanging on his voice. His hair was messy, more than it was the day before. Yet he was just as handsome and it made a smile creep on her face.
"Morning, I made you breakfast, but I can come back…" she began, starting to feel bad that she woke him.
"Don't you dare take those pancakes away," he smiled as he grabbed her arm. "Thank you for breakfast, would you like to come in?"
Her smile grew as she nodded and walked into his room. She wasn't 100% sure what to do from there, not really planning anything out other than the pancakes and maybe her confession. Thankfully, he did the rest for her. He walked over to his bed and sat down in his spot, the one he occupied the first night. He kept the sheet low along his hips as he situated himself, preparing for the tray. She walked over to him, leaning over to set the tray down over his lap. He was so close it set her skin on fire.
"Something smells good," he whispered, his arms moving to hold her there next to him. With her still bent over, her face almost leveled with his.
"It's just pancakes," she replied in almost a whisper.
"I wasn't talking about the pancakes," he quipped, her head turning towards him. He took the opportunity that was presented and kissed her sweetly. A simple thank you for the breakfast, but there was something behind that kiss that could lead to more. But before anything could escalate, he pulled back with a smile on his face.
"Delicious," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes a bit and moved back. She wasn't sure what to do now. Should she talk to him while he was eating, or should she wait until he was done? If she didn't wait, she would be doing most of the talking or he would ignore his food for her.
"Thank you for breakfast love, but there is something else going on isn't there?" he questioned. His stare kept her in place. "Is it about last night?"
His last question made her finally move. She walked around the bed and sat down next to him, where she realised she was starting to consider was her side. She almost rolled her eyes at her own thought; she had only spent one night in this bed, how could she feel that this was her side and that his? How could she believe that it would always be that way?
Before she could answer, Killian decided to say something else.
"Love, I am really sorry I didn't come to you last night. Well, I tried. I didn't get home till late, then my father wanted to talk to me. By the time I got up to the room, it was well past ten and I thought you might be asleep. I tried to knock on your door but there was no answer, so I assumed you wanted to be left alone," he explained as he cut up his pancakes, trying to avoid eye contact with her. She wasn't sure why, but it was probably the same reason she had tried to avoid eye contact with him. She was a bit embarrassed by it all. Not embarrassed of him, just embarrassed by her behavior. She couldn't believe how she was acting.
"No, don't apologize. I tried to wait up for you, but I must have been so tired. You must have been too. I was just hoping you would come and tell me everything," she confessed.
"Really? That is what I wanted as well. I couldn't wait to get back here to tell you all about it," he added, a smile returning to his face.
He took a bite of his breakfast and made a slight moan. It was erotic watching him eat the pancakes. The way he licked his lips after every bite, making sure to get all of the syrup that came on the fork. She almost had to shake herself out of the spell he was casting on her.
"How was it?" she finally asked as he made his way through the stack.
"Brilliant. It was bloody amazing, Swan!" he sounded so joyful and excited.
"I'm glad to hear it," she replied.
"I haven't felt like that in a long time. It felt good being back on a field where there was little pressure on me to succeed. The guys are mostly young, and I was actually able to help them out, so it was different than what I am used to. The coach is a bit grumpy, but he means well. I really think these next three weeks are going to help me." She could hear the hope in his voice. She was glad that he was finally getting back the love he had for the game.
"You said your father talked to you?" she asked, wanting to put off what she had to tell him for a while longer.
"Aye, he did, but I really don't want to talk about that, I want to talk about you. Why did you make me breakfast?" he questioned.
Shit,she thought, it was now or never. This was the moment where she would tell Killian that she was falling for him, that her feelings for him never once really left her. Taking a big sigh, she turned to look at him, hoping that it wouldn't scare her away. But immediately, she turned back looking down at the comforter she had pulled into her lap. Her hands began to play with a loose part of the fabric.
"I like you Killian, like a lot. I am not really sure what it all means, what this time home means for me, what it means for you, but I know that I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I want to find out what us being here, being with each other means. I know I could get hurt, I know that in three weeks we will both be heading back to LA to live out our lives, but I don't care. I want to see where this all goes. I guess what I am trying to say is…. will you go on a date with me?" Her confession came out quick, but strong. She didn't muffle any words, even if she didn't look at him the entire time. Her hands were holding the blanket tight, unwilling to let go in fear that they might do something crazy.
"Shouldn't it be I doing the asking part?" his question came almost too quickly.
She finally turned to him, and saw a smile on his face. The sleep was almost entirely gone from his eyes. He was wide awake now and there was joy to his emotions. Her jaw went slack, unsure what to think of the situation.
"Um….." she mumbled.
"I would love to go on a date with you, Emma Swan. I would love nothing more, but on one condition," he replied, moving the tray that was now empty of pancakes onto the floor before turning to pull her hands in his.
"Let me plan the date? Say tomorrow? Pick you up at your room?" he asked playfully.
"What, do you think I can't plan a date?" she replied, finally finding her words.
"Not at all, but since you made a confession, I will make one too. I've been thinking of asking you out since yesterday morning, so since you robbed me of that moment, allow me the honor of planning our date. I promise you won't be disappointed," he beamed.
"Alright," she almost whispered.
Before any other words could be said, he pulled her to him, his arms coming to wrap around her waist. His lips on hers were rough and fast, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss. It was similar to the kiss they shared before she left yesterday morning. A hunger grew in her belly. She needed more. Kisses wouldn't be able to hold her any longer.
She moved quickly, positioning her body above his, only the thin sheets and their clothes between them. Her arms snaked around his neck, trying to pull her body as close to his as she could get. His arms moved from her waist up and down her back, playing with the hem of her night shirt. She could feel him grow beneath her and without thinking, she pressed herself down onto him, gyrating just a bit, just enough to have him growl at the motion. His teeth came out and took her lip between them, biting slightly.
Her hands moved from his neck down his body, feeling every hard inch as she went. His hands mimicked hers, except they moved up and under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so when his hands made contact with her nipples, they perked instantly under his touch. She moaned into his mouth, craving more. His touching on her skin was leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She had never had someone touch her the way Killian did. His hands were rough, but his touch was gentle. He gripped her in a way that made her need more of him. She circled back down on him, feeling his length rub against her spot. God if this was anything like real sex with him, she didn't know how long she would be able to last. His fingers tweaked her nipples and caused her to break their kiss, throwing her head back. She tried hard to not yell out, knowing that someone in the house would hear her.
Her hands finally made their way to their destination. As she began to slip one beneath the elastic of his pants, she felt him move beneath her. He was quick and decisive, placing her on her side so that she was facing him, leaving a small space between them. Without missing a beat, he was back kissing her, silently pleading with her to continue her assault on his body. Her hand finally weaved down his pants, and grabbed a hold of his cock. He was bigger than she imagined, even though she had felt him a few times before. She didn't really move, just gave it a bit of a squeeze as she kissed him harder.
His hands moved from her breasts down to her shorts. They trailed over her clit through her clothes, teasing her. If he didn't touch her soon, she was sure she was going to explode. His hand began to trail up towards the top of her shorts when a yell came from beneath them.
"Emma, are you up?" Shit Emma thought, her mother.
As quickly as things had escalated between them, they dwindled. Emma pulled herself away from him, missing his touch immediately. She knew that their moment was over, but that there was a chance for more moments later.
"Yes!" she yelled trying to keep her voice calm. Thankfully she knew her mother couldn't tell which room the bellow came from. "Be down in a minute!"
She turned back towards Killian who looked a bit annoyed with the situation. He was lying on his back, his skin red and lips swollen. He looked delectable, and Emma cursed her mother for having the worst timing.
She leaned over his body, her hand sneaking across his chest.
"I guess we'll have to finish this later," she said, peppering kisses along his jaw.
"Aye love, I guess we will have to," the annoyance that she saw was clear in his voice.
"Gotta go, see you downstairs," she winked as she planted one last kiss, a promise, on his lips.
The next couple of hours lasted way too long. She went downstairs after her mother called for her and ate breakfast with them. Her mother asked why she had made some pancakes already. She lied and said she just couldn't wait and knew her father would be making them anyway. They seemed to take that as a perfectly acceptable excuse and continued on with their day. Her parents were too excited to wait and gave Henry his graduation present early. He was going on a trip across the country! Henry's dream had always been to road trip with his friends to California for Comic Con then road trip back home. Her parents are helping his dreams come true. The only stipulation was that Henry was going to visit Emma for a week in LA. She didn't mind, not at all. She couldn't wait to show Henry around.
All too soon, Henry left for school. She knew Killian had already showered, as when he finally came down from his room, he looked calm and collected. She could also smell the slight scent of her shampoo. Some pretty dirty thoughts popped in her head when she saw him again for the first time and the smell of her shampoo made them so much worse. She could almost imagine showering with him, basking them both in the scent.
She excused herself to shower while Killian tried to get out of eating even more pancakes. But just like everyone in the Nolan family, he couldn't say no to more special pancakes. Emma laughed to herself as she climbed the stairs. She ate almost six herself, way more than she normally would, so she was sure Killian had room for more.
She took her time in the shower, hoping to move along the morning. They had some time until they would need to leave. She didn't think she would be able to handle just sitting around the family room with Killian, letting the attraction stir between them. The air would be too hot, too stifling.
She washed her body more than twice, took extra care with her hair, even shaved. She didn't need to, since she was a religious waxer thanks to her schedule with modeling, but anything to take up more time. When the shower began to run cold, she knew it was time to get out. She took her time getting ready from there. Normally, she would have just slightly blowed dried her hair, allowing it to fall more naturally. Today, she went all out. Why not, right? Your little brother only graduates from high school once.
By the time she was done, she looked ready for a shoot. Over the years she had picked up tips and tricks from the professionals. Her makeup was artfully applied yet looked natural. Her hair fell perfectly, framing her face and body in a way that would drive Killian mad, she was sure of that. The dress she had chosen to wear just made her that much more attractive, even if she did say so herself. It was a long maxi dress, but it had a huge slit that came almost to her hip. The top portion perfectly accented her cleavage.
She knew she shouldn't make it harder on him, because she was already having a hard time keeping her hands off of him. Yet she couldn't help herself. She wanted to tease him a bit, the same way he was beginning to tease her this morning. This dress would be the perfect weapon.
By the time she was walking back down the stairs she only needed to waste 15 minutes before they would all leave to head to the venue. She could deal with 15 minutes, especially when she heard Brennan talking. She wouldn't be stuck alone with him, with no one to stop her from taking him by the tie and pulling him off until everyone was ready.
It wasn't until they were splitting into cars that reality came back to bite her in the ass. Her parents were going to take their sports car to the venue, since it was such a nice day, and David said they needed something to keep her mother's mind occupied. Mary Margaret was still concerned she forgot something for the party, even though the backyard looked amazing and the food was on schedule. Brennan and Adelaide were also opting to take their sports car. So that left Killian and Emma to take one of the family cars, joined by Evie. Awkward was the nicest word Emma could find to describe that car ride.
She wanted to be close to him, but as he drove it was difficult. She saw him taking glances at her every chance he had. She saw the way his eyes fixed to her body when she entered the family room. She noticed the shift in his body when the slit of the dress was revealed. Her plan almost soured when he walked past her on their way to the car, when he whispered a comment about her dress.
"You are breathtaking, Swan," he whispered, the tone of his voice anything but innocent. She knew she would be paying for that dress later, in a way she wouldn't mind. The wink he gave her as he walked away made her weak in the knees.
Thankfully, they had to be seated in separate areas of the venue. The high school rented out the large college stadium near the school for the event. Families were given four special tickets that gave them lower seating, closer to the action. Anyone else who wanted to attend had to take the upper level seating. Emma was glad they wouldn't be sitting together for hours. The ceremony was to begin at one and wasn't supposed to end until at least 3 hours later. That is what happened when you had a large high school. Emma could remember one year where the ceremony lasted 5 hours. That year, the valedictorian ran over in their speech and since then, everything was limited and practiced multiple times, so that families didn't have to stay at the ceremony for too long.
The whole thing was pretty boring. If you've been to one high school graduation, you've been to them all. She was going to spend the time playing some game on her phone, but instead, she found herself daydreaming about Killian, something that had been happening way too much.
She had gone from not thinking about him in a few years, to thinking about him constantly in the past three days. Three days had changed so much in her life. Never did she expect the last few days to go anything like how they have. It was only a few days ago that she walked into her bedroom to find her skeezy boyfriend in her bed with someone else. What followed this was Killian coming back into her life, like no time had passed between them at all.
She thought coming home would be a challenge. She thought that she would hate the time at home, but Killian changed everything. She could already tell that she wouldn't want to leave at the end of the three weeks. Things at home with her mom were slowly getting better, her head was clearing and things seemed to make more sense; it was becoming obvious that these changes came because of Killian.
Thoughts drifted to tomorrow. What did he have planned? And had he really been thinking the same things she had been for the past couple of hours? Would he have asked her out soon, if she didn't jump the gun and ask him first? Normally, she wasn't one to take those risks. In her relationship with Neal, things were traditional. Neal wore the pants, he made the decisions. The only thing that was different was she paid for their apartment. Yet when she thought of Killian, she couldn't help but speed things up. She had said they would let fate take them where it may lead, but Emma wanted fate to move things along, not take its damn time.
Before she realized it, Henry's name was being called. Tears began to form in her eyes as she watched her little brother walk across the stage. His face was being projected on the screens that line the stage. His smile was contagious. She was so proud of her brother. Beside her, her father had wrapped her mother in a tight hug. Her mother had tears streaming down her face, so happy for her son to finally be graduating high school. She was sure that there were a few other things her mother was feeling, but in that moment, Emma knew that even if her mother didn't always agree with her, she always did love her and Henry.
Things moved quickly once Henry was across the stage. The ceremony ended sooner than anyone thought and all too soon, they were back at the Nolan residence getting ready for the party to begin. Emma knew there were other family members that sat in the upper section near the Jones' and they would be arriving soon. Her mother made sure that there was some time between the ceremony and party, to give them plenty of time to do any finishing touches.
Her mother put Emma to work setting out the party favors. Emma really couldn't understand why a graduation party would have party favors but she knew better than to question anything her mother wanted for a party. Thankfully, Killian and the Jones' were also put to work. The car ride back from the ceremony was identical to the car ride to it. Emma was thankful for the time spent in Killian's company, but couldn't wait to be in the open air.
Killian was in charge of making sure the strung up lights were working and there were no burned out bulbs. It gave her ample opportunity to stare at him while he worked on the ladder. His arms were contracting in amazing ways, his back stretching underneath the tight white shirt he had worn underneath his ceremony gear.
He did take time during the setup to sneak glances at Emma too. She could feel his eyes on her, especially as she walked back and forth from the garage to get more favors and other random decorations. The tension between them was palpable. It was a good tension though, one that kept her smiling with thoughts of what was to come between them.
As she walked into the garage for the probably 13th time, Killian cornered her, pressing her into a darkened corner. His lips were on hers instantly. No words passed between them, instead they let the chemistry flow freely. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. The kiss lasted less than a minute, but was a promise of things to come. As quickly as he jumped on her, he left. Again, no words were said, but a wink was on his face as he left the garage. She was out of breath and completely taken aback by his behavior. She realized it was his way of getting back at her for the teasing she had been giving him all day. She had to admit, she liked the punishment.
For the next thirty minutes, things went the same way. He snuck kisses from her whenever possible. Once behind the tree house as she walked back there to get a stray decoration, once when she went into the house to take a bathroom break. More than anything else, she constantly felt his eyes on her.
Never before had she felt good when a man looked at her the way Killian did. When Neal looked at her, there was always something behind his gaze. She never truly felt love, acceptance or understanding when he looked at her. When men in LA stared at her, it made her feel squeamish, like she was just a piece of meat. However, Killian's gaze made her feel good. She knew he was only looking at her with longing and compassion.
As the party began, she had hoped that she would be able to steal some time with Killian. There would be more people around, which meant less time that anyone of significance would have with him or her. She wasn't ashamed of him or what they were doing, but since she still wasn't 100% sure what their relationship meant, she didn't want it under any scrutiny.
However, more people came to the party than Emma thought. A bunch of Killian's friends from high school heard he was in town and stopped by to see him. Emma's old friends did the same. Thankfully, most of them were already invited and Mary Margaret didn't seem to mind the few extra stragglers. She always ordered way more food and drinks than were needed, so maybe it just meant less food they had to store at the end of the party.
Their friends kept them apart most of the party. She hadn't seen Lily or their group since she left for LA. She thought that at least some of them would have tried to keep in touch, but they didn't. Sure, she knew what some of them were up to; Facebook allowed her the option to stalk them when she got bored, but other than random Happy Birthday posts, she hadn't heard from any of them.
"So, Killian is here…" Lily started to ask her after they had been catching up for a couple of minutes.
"Yeah, we actually were on the same flight out here," Emma started, already annoyed at the tone in Lily's voice.
"And you are OK with him being here? After all the shit he put you through?" she questioned.
Emma was blindsided by the question. Out of everything that had happened over the past couple of years, this is what Lily had to harp about. Their catch up had been quick; Emma telling her about living in LA, graduating college, getting modeling gigs, while Lily told Emma how she married Walsh, had two kids, got divorced, and worked in a diner. Instead of Lily asking about anything else, she had to ask about Killian. It blew Emma's mind.
"Yes, actually. We talked on the plane a bit and a few times since. He's actually staying in the guest room since his brother is down as well," Emma said, trying to sound perfectly happy.
"I don't know how you do it Ems, after everything he did, how much of an ass he was, how he just stopped all communication. I would have kicked his ass. I mean, doesn't it hurt, knowing he got so much out of life, even after the shit he pulled?" Lily pondered.
Emma was fed up. Her anger started to pool in her mind. How dare Lily even bring that up? She had no idea what any of them had been through and it wasn't like her life had been perfect.
"No, it doesn't make me angry. We've both grown up a lot since then. He apologized for his behavior, and I apologized as well. We are friends again," Emma said, hoping to end Lily's inquisition.
"Well, I just don't want to see you get hurt again. He hurt you once before, and you never know, he could do it again. I mean, I didn't think that Walsh could ever cheat on me but he did it twice. I just don't want you to get too attached to him again. Besides, it isn't like you two would be able to actually have a relationship this time. Even if he is single, you both travel so much, it would never work. I'm just looking out for you," Lily said, with a fake concern in her voice.
Emma realized Lily had always had that tone. Even when they were younger, when Lily seemed to care, she just didn't want anyone to be happier than her. In fact, Emma didn't think her graduation party would have gone the same way if Lily hadn't gotten her drunk.
"Thanks for the concern Lil. Hey, I need to check in with my mom. Catch you later," she said quickly, walking away before her emotions got the best of her.
She was angry that someone who didn't seem to care about her over the past six years, now seemed to overly care about her well being. She was pissed that she couldn't focus on the present instead of the past. But what frustrated her the most was that the things Lily had said were some of the fears that slowly crept back into Emma's subconscious, without her friend's help. She had already been having some of those feelings for a while. Even if she didn't want to admit it, Emma worried that their careers would take them from each other. She worried that he would do the same thing he did all those years ago, leave her and not give any explanation.
She had told herself too many times over the past three days, while she fought with her own mind, that Killian was different now, she was different now. Sure, it may happen, but she would rather enjoy the time with him than worry about what would happen after him. At least that is what she kept telling herself. She knew though that the fear was still there. She had been hurt too many times before and she just wasn't sure if she could survive it again.
She walked quickly out of view of the party, walking into the Jones' backyard and to the swing that sat under their large tree. She wanted to believe in her and Killian. She wanted to believe that he could never hurt her again. She wanted to experience everything with him, but now she wasn't quite sure if it was something she could risk.
"Love, is everything OK?" she heard a small voice say from nearby.
Of course Killian had followed her. She shook her head a bit, mostly out of her own annoyance that she didn't think that he would follow her. Of course he would; he wasn't the same Killian.
"I guess I just needed some time," she explained, trying to keep her voice even.
"I saw you talking with Lily, how was that?" he asked, but she knew he already knew it didn't go well. It seemed that she was still an open book to him, even now in the dark.
She didn't reply. He walked over to her and placed his hands above her head on the swing. He towered above her from behind. It felt good having him standing next to her, almost protecting her from all the negative thoughts that were surrounding her. Those feelings seemed to melt away when he was around her. In his presence, she felt that he would truly never hurt her again, that he would try to be the man he wanted to be.
"So I never really told you why I was coming back home for your graduation party, did I?" he asked, moving his hands from the rope of the swing down to her shoulders.
Again, she shook her head, knowing he could see her. She was surprised he was willing to talk about it. She thought they had put their past behind them, wanting to leave what happened all those nights ago in the past. She did wonder why he was coming home that day though. In her mind, she imagined it was because he was going to confess his feelings for her, but she also thought it was simply because he missed his family and friends.
"All those years ago, whenever we talked, I always felt complete. Like for once, someone was finally listening to me and really hearing me. You cared about what I was going through, and I cared about you and what you were going through. Over the months, I felt compelled to be near you. The messages and phone calls weren't enough. I just knew I had to see your face, to make sure what I felt for you was real. So much was going to ride on that, so I had to make sure," he confessed.
Emma wanted to look into his blue eyes, but her face was glued onto the grass beneath her feet. Was he admitting to feeling the same way she felt towards him all those years ago?
"I had fallen in love with you all those years ago. I didn't think I could actually have a life without you. That was until Milah came back and changed everything. Something inside of me made me think that you didn't matter, that nothing but that baby mattered. I am so sorry for doing that to you. I am so sorry for making you think that you didn't mean anything to me, when at the time, you meant almost everything," he finished.
Finally, Emma looked up at him, almost not believing anything he had said. Did he really just say he once loved her, that she almost meant more to him than his own child?
She didn't get to respond, as he continued.
"When I finally saw you again, it was like things were finally falling back into place. All those feelings I had for you came rushing back. You listen to me in a way that no one else listens. I know you are scared of what could happen, I can see it. I understand it. But know this, I don't want that to happen, not this time. What I am feeling for you is strong and powerful and I am not sure what it means or where it will lead, but like you, I want to see where it will take us." His voice was strong but low as he walked around to kneel in front of her.
His hands came up to cup her cheek, pulling her gaze from the grass to his face.
"I'm sorry I let people put fear into me again. I keep going back and forth. One minute I trust you and I am so glad you are back in my life. I want this and I want you. But then, something happens and I get scared again. We've just been hurt so much in the past and I don't know if I can survive being hurt again," she confessed, looking into his eyes.
"I get it, Swan, but I know no matter where life takes us, no matter what it throws at us, I would rather spend a few weeks with you, than no weeks. I also know that at least if this, whatever it is between us was to end, I would still consider you my closest friend. I just hope I can prove to you that I would never purposefully hurt you," he said.
Instead of replying, Emma kissed him. She leaned forward and pushed her lips to his. His words were just what she needed to hear. She wanted to make sure that they were in this together, that he didn't just want to relive the past, but change their future.
"Come on, I think it's time for bed," she said as she pulled back, a small smile on her face.
The party was still going on, but Henry had left a while earlier. Her parents and the Jones' would be keeping the party going for a few more hours too. In her mind, the party was over and it was her time to have Killian all to herself. She had originally thought about what the night would hold for them, but as they climbed the stairs of the Nolan house, sneaking in through the front door so no one would see them hand in hand, she felt dead on her feet.
"You looked absolutely beautiful today, Swan," he said once they were in the privacy of his room. He was behind her, his hands snaking around her waist to pull her closer.
"You looked rather dashing as well," she smiled.
He helped her undress, handing her a shirt for her to sleep in. It smelled just like him and was surprisingly the most comfortable thing she had ever worn.
She climbed into the bed, sighing as her head hit the pillow.
"How about I tell you a story to help you sleep love, that way you are 100% rested for our date tomorrow?" he winked again.
"Sounds like heaven," she replied, moving to place her head on his chest.
As he began a story of the time most of his team in the minors went to Jamaica to celebrate the end of the year, but one of the younger kids got them into a load of trouble, she fell into another peaceful sleep, all the worries about their relationship, their past and their future fading away.
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luna-paradoxz · 6 years
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Our Love
Inspired by the 'Ours' song by Taylor Swift.
Summary - Lucy's day as she waited for him to come back home.
A/N - If you want to support me buy me a Ko-fi or you can commission me. 
Lucy ran through the doors of her office building and hurriedly flashed her Id at the security. He grunted and said her to go. She huffed, the morning was already hard for her, his annoying moods made her feel worse. As she neared the elevator, there the cleaning man smiled at her and greeted her and she greeted back feeling a little better. She entered the elevator last and in a crisp voice told her floor. The strangers as always had a dead look and stale silence making her feel grave and wishing that she had taken the stairs instead but it was too long and she was in heels. She sighed and then he came in her thoughts. Right now if he was here he would have given that childlike smile and told her screaming while acting like he was whispering.
"Look, Luce, they all look so dead just like fishes." and then he would burst out laughing, she would blush in embarrassment and then shoo at him but then see him all giddy she would join him and start laughing. A smile came on her face as she imagined that. She just missed him a lot. The elevator dinged as it stops and suddenly like they all were trying to catch the last minute train, they rushed out of the elevator pushing her, she frowned and snide at some of them which they ignore or snide back making her feel frustrated. She sighed again and went out of it last. She walked to her cubicle and set down her things and hanged her coat as she sat down and powered up her computer. As she looked around she saw the same old every day, everyone vacantly doing there own work, a buzz filling the floor with there countless talks, some of them playing around and doing nothing, she grumbled at them. Obviously later on her boss will give there work to her since it will be near the deadline and she would do it as she is a diligent, good girl. Ah, Lucy hated these kinds of days.
On these kinds of days, she wished more he was here. He would sit beside her and smile and laugh as she scolded him to do a proper work. He would bring her favourite coffee, cappuccino vanilla with an extra shot of vanilla syrup and plenty of whipped cream on the top and on these dread days when she felt bad he would also bring her favourite strawberry cupcakes. She sighed again and checked email, there were some from her boss, One was telling her how a deadline was approaching and she needs her help, again. She then explained what it was, about some new novel from a newbie which was assigned to one of the goofers in the office to edit but as usual he didn't do a proper job at it, she had just checked it yesterday and now she needed someone to do it again, because it is gonna be send to the publishers on the next Monday, only 5 days left. She in the last attached the documents not even bothering to know her opinion. She groaned and cursed under her breath as she glared at the guy who caused her this extra work again. He sensed her glaring and looking away acting all innocent making her wanting to murder him.
She sighed again and got to work, but before that she send out a mail to her boss telling she might need a little time and today she was definitely not gonna do the overwork time. She could care less if she deducted her pay today she was not gonna stay over time. She then got up and took the document to print so she can start editing. but as she went near the printer she saw a sign 'No paper' she wanted to scream, as the world against her today. She groaned and went back to the storeroom to pick up some paper since no one felt the need to refill the paper. When she came back and finally filled it with paper and was gonna print and get on with her work, it said no ink. She was seriously going to murder someone. 'Deep breathes Lucy this is normal, it always happens, calm down.' Calming herself down she now went to get the ink but when she came back there was no printer there anymore. Someone moved it. She sighed again, and now went to the down floor's printer and finally got them print.
She got to her work again and some time passed and she started feeling thirsty. She got up and went to the rest area, taking a plastic cup she stood behind a person as they drank water. One cup, two cups, three cups 'How much water is he going to drink!?' she wanted to scream. She just settled at rolling her eyes and sigh. He finally left and she took a cup and went back to her seat but when she sat down, the idiot beside her thought it was a good idea to throw a paper plane at her. As it hit her she hissed and glared at him making him scared and smiled in fake apology. She just grumbled and went back to her work. She thought of him again if he was here right now he would have hissed at the waterman and make him go away. the idiot beside her would get a threaten and if he acted tough definitely a punch in the face. Imagining it made her smile and giggle a little.
It was lunchtime, she got up and stretched a little as she went to the common area and sat down alone in a corner seat and took out her lunch. She took out her cheese ricotta pasta, and the other box, she removed it and checked it. It was his favourite flaming hot red pasta with plenty of cheese. She giggled as she imagines his face when he would see her bringing this. He would definitely jump in joy and then hug her thanking her. She will need to heat it up before she left the work, she closed it and put it away. She started eating her lunch while reading the latest Sorcerer magazine. She heard whispering and ignored them at first but then she caught her name and listened closely to them.
"It is her Miss Lucy did you see two boxes of lunch. the other one must be for her gangster boyfriend." One shrill dumb voice whispered to her friend, judging her like they knew everything about her.
"Oh my god!" the other exclaimed in a fake gasp. "That means it is true, her being the girlfriend of a gang boss and that she actually ran away from her home." She whispered back in the disgust and hidden excitement of knowing the juicy gossip. Lucy sighed they all were same wherever she went, making up stuff about her which were never true.
"Yes don't you know Yoshida-san saw her one day with a guy with a scar on his neck and wild clothes looking roughed up and he also had many tattoos of various kinds." She provided evidence to support the gossip, prove that it was true and prove their verdict about them, even though they knew nothing about them. She rolled her eyes and looked up glaring at them. Finally, they shut up and looked away acting all innocent.
"She doesn't need to glare that much." The one who started said trying to look she was not at wrong to gossip.
"I bet its all true that's why she is acting like that, all high and mighty. Thinking that being a gangster girlfriend can get her away from everything." The other bravely whispered back, acting all high and mighty. She glared harder at them, feeling irritated. She huffed and hurriedly finished her lunch and got up to go back to her work. Her only sanctuary in this hell hole. She sighed as she sat down, deciding just to focus on her work.
She felt tired and frustrated. She took a small break and took out her notepad to write something so she can get her mind of today. As she passed it on she saw it a small post it, written on it was 'I loved you first, dork.' She felt her smile come back and her energy too as she remembers that day. Just some words from him and it always lifted her spirits, she got back to her work determined to end today's so she could go back home to him.
She saved her document uploaded it on her work drive and then checked the time. It was time for her to leave. She hurriedly gathered up her things and literally ran to the elevator, not caring one bit what others were thinking. She got hurriedly in and bit her lip as she impatiently waited for the elevator to reach the below floor. As it reached feeling excited she waved bye at the only person with her in the elevator with a big giddy smile. He looked surprised and when she ran away he waved back stupidly. She smiled big at the cleaning man and only he knew about her reason for her happiness gave her a high five and she did it back. She smiled at the security guard as he just stared at her with irritated eyes. She just smiled past and went out and ran to catch the bus.
She got on it and sat down on the lone seat near the window and took out her tablet and started paying their videos. It was of them accounting various precious memories of them, with his favourite cat, Happy at there house. Them playing around with leaves in the autumn and then later cleaning with each other as they were scolded by there neighbour, Gray for making a mess. It was of them playing tag and him tackling her to the couch and then locking her in his hold to snuggle against her with Happy joining them later, purring and sleeping again. It was them taking various kinds of selfies together enough to fill up an album. It was them holding hands and trekking through a mountain trail on weekend looking happy and excitement buzzing through them. It was them kissing under the mistletoe at the Christmas party as their friends cheered around them. It was them recording messages for each other as they smiled at each other and tightly gripped each other hands to remind each other that they were still here together and forever.
A tear came into her eyes as she remembered that day. The bus tinged and she saw the stopping sign come up she looked out the window to see it was her stop. She hurriedly gathered her things and put them away as she got up to leave. She thanked the bus driver as she got down the bus. She ran all the way to arrivals gate at the airport as she anxiously looked around for his spiky pink hair and bright smile. At the gate, she saw them exiting one by one, men around his age all wearing the military uniform of their country. Her breath stopped as he came out looking around anxiously just like her. He Looked older, his eyes sunken and darkened a little but still holding the fire in them, he had a hat on but she knew he had cut his hair very small to a crew cut, his body looked a little bit roughed up but still same hot one she always loved. At last, his smile was not there but as soon as their eyes meet, he looked shocked first but then smiled, his bright sunshine smiled which could make her any bad day better.
She threw her things on the floor not caring one bit, he did too. She ran, he did too. They meet in middle and she threw her hands around him and he picked her up, holding her close and twirling her in pure happiness and laughed, she did too. They felt each other's warmth finally after a year making them both drunk in happiness. He put her down and she felt tears coming in hers and his did too a little.
"Welcome back, Natsu." She smiled and kissed him, he kissed her back and they thought 'Ah! finally.' They separated.
"I am back, Luce." He smiled at her and she felt it, all is good in her world today.
Her small pink diamond glittered in her happiness in her middle finger.
A/N - This was my most fast written fic I have ever written seriously. I was listening to old Taylor's songs today and ours came up and it hit me writing it for Nalu and I did and in two hours I had completed it. Godz! Even myself I can't believe I had written a fic so fast. Hehe, I feel really happy with this.
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Xoxoxo.
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