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D.va has a voice line were she says skill issue and im crying because I love it so much
D.Va and Junkrat I think tend to have the privilege of being able to go the most meta out of most of the cast, haha.
God I just spent the past 15 minutes looking at everyone's "Souvenir" animations and I'm loving how they were able to work in little parts of hero's kits or little objects we've seen them handle before into the animations--or we get to see elements of their personalities. Also Cassidy and Ashe's souvenir animations more or less match, and I LOVE how begrudging and grumpy S76 is for his animation--dude REALLY doesn't want to give you that GG.
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Reasons why Ijin is great :)
This is going to be partitioned In sections because actual essays are for school. :/
All this is gonna be my opinion and what I see, so yeah.
Reason #1: He is so genuinely kind.
What I’ve seen is that it’s a common theme that the main characters of manhwas are kind, but it feels like Ijin wishes the best for people. For example, he never brings down others emotionally. What I’ve seen is that people make MC’s inherently jealous to add flaws to their character, but with Ijin his flaws come from his inability to be vulnerable ( we’ll come back to that later). It’s really refreshing.
Reason #2: He cannot lie for his life.
I just find it so funny that he is only able to lie by omission and when he actually gets a ‘good’ lie out , they see right through him. That leads to our next point
Reason #3: He has no poker face.
Sure, he is able to hide his past, but by other characters he is extremely easy to read. Like how Maya was able to find out that he didn’t kill the numbers just by his face alone. I just find it funny because of his non- existent poker face it we get those bulging eyes shots.
Reason #4: He is pretty.
Do I have anything else to say ?
Reason #5: He is so hot .
I swear my heart skips a beat anytime we get a handsome Ijin shot.
Reason #6: He has androgynous features and Characteristics
To be honest, he has so many ‘feminine features/Characteristics’ that aren’t his strength,skill in fighting, and like- his hair. I swear if you were to turn him into a woman he should serve that exact same purpose in the story. He has such a gender neutral role in the story. But tbh,I think it’s my bisexual ass speaking but 🤷♂️
Reason #7: He’s so traumatized
I have a love-hate relationship with this fact because yes, it’s the main reason why he is a pretty 3 dimensional character but also it’s like , :’( . He acts the way he does throughout the story because of his grueling past, for example…
his food insecurity- food was probably not a main concern to the camp.
His constant paranoia- when those girls asked for his number in the most recent chapters, even when they did nothing wrong, he still had that jolt of fear before they asked.
His inability to be vulnerable- not allowing people that aren’t hospital staff to tend to his wounds, was taken advantage of by the people in the camp.
His stare- he’s gained as a way of warning people to not harm him.
He seems to dissociate when under stress- I noticed this when we where showed the first time he got a nightmare while he was in Korea, and instead of crying or reacting strongly ( What I would’ve probably done) he blanks out.
He has trouble rationally thinking when under intense stress- when his grandpa and sister was kidnapped and he was pitted against the numbers, instead of killing the numbers , he just squeezes his eyes closed like he is a child waiting for a bad thing to pass.
He has an extremely emotionally damaged inner child- We’ve seen Ijin get sentimental over things that would be considered the bare minimum ( it’s a bit of a stretch but eh) but we as the readers know that he has experienced one of the worst things that could happen to him at a young age . But, he never grew up with a frame of reference of what a normal life is . I believe this also leads to how he never matured at a normal pace, he is just allowing his inner child to have some fun, we’re told this by the other characters.
( This is the ones I could list off the top of my head) He becomes an inherently ‘flawed character’ due to how emotionally stunted he is. He gets a lot of character development that revolves around him being more honest. That leads me to my next point.
Reason #8 - Character Development
He gets a lot of character development, like him progressively opening up to his family, him making deeper connections to the people he cares about. Not being on edge all the time. One that I’ve seen the most is his ability to be merciful. He progressively becomes better at determining who deserves mercy or not and I think he’s awesome for that.
These are the reasons why I think Ijin is pretty awesome. I could write down more but it’s 11:55 and my brain is melting. Let me know if I got anything wrong about trauma response stuff. And if you disagree I’d like to know why! I don’t bite :) ( sorry the grammar sucks, I have no excuse ).
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Do you think any of the Tenjiku boys ever killed anyone? Beside the Haitanis I mean. Izana asked Mucho to kill for him during the Kantou Incident and Mucho didn't hesitate to try and slash Angry, then Kaku stopped him and said something about not letting Tenjiku corrupting him too soooo... Any thoughts on that?
Good day to ya Anon!!
Aside from the Haitani Bros, we've only heard about Izana driving a kid to suicide when he was 12 (Chap 173). He also apparently brutalized that kid's friends to 'the point of no recovery', so that's pretty close to killing someone too, if you ask me!
As for my headcanons/beliefs about the other Tenjiku guys - TLDR:
At the point of Tenjiku: No, I don't think any of them have killed anyone.
At the point of Rokuhara Tandai / KMG: No too, but they're probably more desensitized to the idea of manslaughter after being around South.
At the point of adulthood (In the Naoto-Got-Shot Timeline): Yeah, they've probably had a number of deaths to their names assuming they've all remained in the underworld. Honestly speaking, even in the other timelines, as long as they stuck with Izana it's likely they all became criminals (except Mucho, maybe). Kakucho, who's the most pacifistic of them all, did not hesitate in shooting Takemichi, so he's probably already used to killing people by that point. And if Kakucho's done it, I'm sure the others would have too. As for the Bonten Timeline: It's canon, they've killed many.
If you're asking me about their inclination for homicide... I think with the exception of Kakucho and Kokonoi, all of them would kill someone even at the point of Tenjiku tbh, but their feelings about / motivations and causes for killing will differ.
Mucho: Will kill out of duty / necessity + Will kill in a fit of rage (as shown with Angry). I suppose that counts as pre-meditated murder because Izana previously told him to, but I don't think he'll kill anyone for pleasure or take joy in it. I think he'll generally be rather indifferent to having killed someone actually, just seeing it as part of the job, but will likely also silently suffer some existential guilt. He doesn't strike me as someone who will mull on or regret his actions, so if he does turn over a new leaf, it'll be more like 'what's done is done, all I can do is atone for it' and not 'I wish I never stuck a knife in that guy all those years ago!!'
Mocchi: Will ACCIDENTALLY kill someone in a fight. Mocchi has been shown to have at least some moral standards so he won't want to murder anyone. (Besides, where's the fun in fighting a dead guy?) But then again, he's also pretty reckless and seems prone to losing himself in a fight (which is probably how he ended up beating a policeman up even though that's a really senseless thing to do) so I think it's possible that he may go too far with the punches. But if he does end up killing someone, he'll probably feel more guilty than the Haitani Brothers and be more emotional about it than Mucho. His first kill will probably eat him up quite a bit.
Shion: I think he will be open to the idea of killing for street cred, or THINK he is some hardass who won't hesitate to put a bullet in someone, but I see him simply just chickening out at the very last minute tbh haha. Like while raining down punches with his knuckle-dusters, he'll be like "eh?? this guy isn't moving?? Am I really gonna do it?? Am I really gonna kill this guy???" and then stop at the fatal punch and go "you're not worth it, consider this as me being merciful!!" or something haha. If driven enough he may also end up killing someone after all. I think he'll be incredulous about it and the incident may even make him even more out of control. Honestly with Shion, his head is so far up his ass that it’s hard to tell where his morals lie…. (I’m sorry Shion fans, I say this affectionately)
Because CB3 included them in Tenjiku, I'll include Sanzu / Hanma / Kisaki but there isn't much to say--these guys WILL kill and HAVE killed (except Hanma, but we all know it's just a matter of time....)
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Yes, it is the white sauce!
Ah, j’ai compris. Eh bien, si vous voulez que quelqu'un vous aide, je suis votre personne!
Nice! I wish I had the energy to go to the gym. Good for you, Chellez! Also, I am familiar with a few things in medicine. If you have trouble sleeping which I can see, I’m not sure if this is rare for you to have in your house, but take a shot of rose water with a bit of sugar. Never disappoints. Or, of course, sleeping pills prescribed by a doctor or pharmacist.
I have dinner with friends and family tonight! How’s your kid doing, by the way? Does she have school?
Ah i see..
Aw merci! I'll keep that in mind. Thank u!
Oh, rose water? Never try it.. how did u get/make rose water?
Oh that sounds like a nice plan for tonight. I hope u have fun! 😊 so u hv a lot of family in Canada?
My kid is okay.. she hasnt go to school yet. But i always do like 30 minutes everyday of "school time" whn i teach letters n numbers or writing. To prepare her for school.
I just started goin back to the gym after 3 years not going since i got pregnant with my daughter. Lol. So it's a struggle.. but i hv been losing weight from stress n other condition so i thought why not going back to the gym n lose some more, right? Haha.
Dis donc, tu as quel age? If u dont mind me asking. 😊
Cheerio!
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The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 3 (My Hero Academia)
Primary Universe
Summary: During a particularly long bus ride to the next stop on their road trip, some of the students in Class 1-A take the time to catch up on some sleep. However when they near their destination they'll need to wake up somehow, and lucky for them, Todoroki can get pretty loud when he's being tickled!
A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one! Lee Todoroki has my entire heart. He makes a great alarm clock, too! Enjoy! ^^
Word Count: 1,384
Part 1
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“S-Stop it!”
“What’s wrong? Can’t get away?”
“Kaminari!” There was a low chuckle, followed by the sounds of a scuffle. “S-Stohop, please!”
Mina pulled out one of her earbuds to listen more closely, intrigued by whatever was happening on the bus seat in front of hers. Momo sat beside her, having fallen asleep nearly an hour ago. The harder she listened, the more she matched the pleading voice to Todoroki.
“Plehehease, no! People are t-tryihihing to sleep!”
“Eh, sleep is boring,” Kaminari replied, a smile in his voice. “This is way more fun.”
Mina grinned, already guessing what was happening in front of her. Still, she carefully got to her feet so as not to disturb Momo, leaning over the seat in front of hers to witness the scuffle with her eyes as well.
Todoroki was pressed up against his window seat, desperately squirming and pushing at Kaminari’s hands. Meanwhile the blonde had a huge grin on his face, reaching through his friend’s defenses to poke and prod wherever he could, and poor Todoroki was helpless against his giggles and the sparkle in his eyes that told her he was honestly having as much fun as Kami was.
“Aww,” she cooed, drawing both of their attention. “You two are so cute.”
“Hey, Mina,” Kaminari said casually, switching tactics and squeezing the icy-hot hero’s thigh instead. Todoroki jolted and kicked the seat in front of him, grabbing the blonde’s wrist and shoving it away.
“Hey, Denki.” Mina put her chin in her hand and watched the two of them with a smile. “Having fun, Todo?”
“Shut up,” he mumbled, then received a jab to his ribs. “Stohohop it!”
“If you really wanted me to stop, you’d have said your safe word by now.” Kaminari winked, reaching up into his underarm to scribble at the hollow.
Todoroki jolted again, hitting his head against the window with a low groan. “Ow! Kaminari, please, I’m going to wake someone up or hurt myself or something!”
“If you’d hold still and take it, it wouldn’t be a problem~”
“Again – I’ll wake someone up.” Todoroki finally managed to grab both of his wrists to stop him, face turning slightly more serious. “You know how ticklish I am. Half our class is trying to sleep; I don’t want to wake them up and have them mad at me.”
Kaminari pouted. “Oh, fine, if you’re really worried about it I’ll stop.”
Todoroki looked both relieved and disappointed as he let his friend go. “Thank you.”
Mina frowned, noticing the shift in mood and wishing she could do something about it. After a moment, a thought hit her, and she lit up even as she sat back down, put her earbuds back in, and pulled out her phone to text Kaminari her plan.
Two hours later, when the bus was finally nearing their destination, Mina stored her earbuds away and looked around the bus. Most of those who had fallen asleep on the trip were awake now, but there were still a few sleepy faces. Time to put her plan into action.
Momo looked at her curiously as she stood up, tapping Kami on the shoulder to let him know she was ready. He flashed her a smirk and a thumbs-up. Moving quickly, he reached over to Todoroki faster than their friend could react, grabbing his arms and shoving them above his head. Mina immediately grabbed his wrists and held him firmly in place while the blonde plunged his fingers into his exposed ribs.
“GAH!! Whahahahahahat?! Nahahahahahaha!” Todoroki shrieked on instinct, then desperately tried to muffle his laughter as he wiggled and squirmed against both of them. “Stohohohohop! I already tohohohohold you, I’ll wahahahake someone up!”
“Good news!” Mina announced brightly. “We’re almost there! Which means everyone should be waking up anyway!”
“You’ll make a great alarm clock,” Kaminari teased with a wicked grin, pulling back for just a moment to wiggle his fingers in Todoroki’s line of vision, sparks flying between his fingertips.
Todoroki’s eyes went wide, but the excitement on his face was clear even as he shied away from Kami’s reach. “N-No, wait – WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
At this point several of their classmates had turned to look at them, all of them smiling or smirking. A couple of sleepyheads jolted awake, looking around in confusion.
Kami scribbled his tickle-shocking fingers all over Todoroki’s vulnerable torso, from his hips to his ribs and finally his underarms. Upon reaching this last spot, the half-and-half boy tossed his head back and screeched, legs kicking out automatically, drawing the attention of the people sitting in front of him.
“Mon Dieu, Todoroki, you really are super ticklish,” Aoyama said, popping his sparkling blonde head over the top of his own seat to watch the spectacle unfold. He smiled.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Todoroki arched his back, then instantly fell back against his seat when the action only afforded Kami better access to his weak spot. “IT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD – PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!!”
“Aww, does it tickle, Todo?” Mina teased, gripping his wrists tighter to keep him from pulling his arms down. “But you’re waking everyone up, so you’re serving your purpose beautifully!”
Todoroki didn’t reply. For the first time he seemed to surrender himself to his hysterics, going limp and letting Kaminari use his tickle-shocks to light up his nervous system and make him laugh uncontrollably, only squirming slightly.
“It’s too bad we can’t reach his feet like this,” Mina mused.
“Oh?” Kami inquired at the same time Todoroki suddenly began fighting again with a renewed shriek. “Why?”
“That’s his worst spot.”
“NO!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Todoroki pleaded even as Kami grinned deviously at him and awkwardly climbed into his lap to pin his knees to the seat while he reached down to take one of his shoes off. Thanks to the confined space, the peppermint-colored boy could do nothing but sit there as Kami began scribbling his fingers over his socked sole. “CRAP, NO – WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!”
Mina laughed along with him when he threw his head back against the seat and let out a scream of ticklish laughter, wiggling his torso but unable to do much more to relieve his ticklish frustration. Tears sprang to his eyes as he laughed and begged desperately for mercy.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”
“Ooh! Good call, Mina!” Kami laughed, too. “This spot really seems to drive him crazy!”
By now everyone on the bus was awake and watching the scene unfold with smiles and smirks on their faces. Some were even cheering Kami on.
Todoroki was barely aware of any of it. All he knew was that his worst spot was being tickled, and he could do absolutely nothing about it, and it was driving him completely insane. Then suddenly his second shoe came off and both of his feet were being tickled at once, and the first mirthful tear escaped him as he screamed with a fresh round of hysterics.
“PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! KAMINARIEHEHEHEHEHE!!” He begged, too weakened by his own ticklishness to even be able to pull his arms away from Mina’s hold. “PLEASE DOHOHOHOHON’T USE YOUR SHOHOHOHOCKS THERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“Oh?~” Kaminari latched onto the plea and sank his teeth into it. “I wasn’t planning to, but now that you mention it…”
“NONONONO – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” For the first time Todoroki’s laughter went completely silent, but the giggles of his classmates made up for the brief pocket of empty air. Everyone was having a great time watching their usually stoic classmate laugh himself silly. Finally he gasped in enough breath to scream only one word: “HOMEWOHOHOHOHOHOHORK!!”
Kaminari stopped instantly, climbing off of his lap. Mina was a bit confused at first, but quickly put together that “homework” must have been a safe word of some kind and released her friend’s arms so he could yank them back down and curl up against the window, still beaming and giggling uncontrollably. Scattered cheers and giggles circled the bus as Kami gently squeezed his shoulder.
“You okay, man?”
“F-Fihihihine…” Todoroki gasped, a little shaky as he let himself relax into the seat. “Now I’m tired, though…”
“Well, you can’t go to sleep now,” Mina teased, ruffling his hair. “We’re here!”
Sure enough, at that exact moment the bus was pulling into the parking lot of the hotel they’d be staying in for the night.
Todoroki groaned. “Dang it.”
Kaminari and Mina laughed.
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Part 4
#fanfiction#tickle fic#boku no hero#my hero academia#bnha#mha#shoto#todoroki#mina#ashido#denki#kaminari#road trip#alarm clock#tickling#ticklish#tickle
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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Kou Heaven [02]
ー The scene starts in the living room of the Mukami manor
Kou: Huh? Where are the other guys?
Yui: They had some business to take care of and headed out earlier.
Kou: Eehー? ...Right when I have a day off from work. How boring...
ー He plops down on the couch
*Thud*
Yui: Why don’t we head out as well if you’re free today?
Kou: Why would I go and seek out the crowd on what’s supposed to be a relaxing day off? Besides, it’s a pain to have to put on my disguise.
Yui: ( Ah, right...Walking out in public with his face exposed would be asking for trouble. He’s an idol after all. )
Kou: Isn’t there something fun to do indoorsー...?
Ah, right! I just had a great idea, M-neko-chan!
Yui: Oh? What is it?
Kou: Let’s play ‘Princess and servant’!
Yui: ...Eh?
Kou: You get to be a Princess. Aren’t you thrilled?
Yui: Eeh...!?
Kou: What? I’m offering to be your loyal servant. Is there something you don’t like about that?
Yui: T-That’s not it but...W-Why would you suddenly want to serve me...?
Kou: Because it sounds like a fun way to enjoy ourselves at home?
Yui: ( Is it...fun, I wonder...? )
Kou: Come on, no more complaints. Take a seat over here.
Yui: O-Okay!
Kou: Listen. Do you really think a Princess would react in such a way?
Yui: I’m sorry...
Kou: Oh come on, that’s not it! You have to act more high-and-mighty!
Yui: ( H-He’s really catching me off guard with this. )
Kou: ーー I am your loyal servant. Your wish is my command, Princess.
Yui: ( Uwah...All he did was change his usual way of speaking but it’s making my heart race. )
Kou: You won’t give me an order?
Yui: L-Let me think...
Kou: I suppose a lowly servant such as myself is simply not worth your time...
Yui: Y-You’re wrong...Wait no. That is not the case...? (1)
Kou: However, I want to unravel those hidden feelings. ..No matter what.
Yui: ( I know it’s all just part of the act but when he speaks in such a sad tone...It makes my chest ache. )
Kou-kun...Um.
Kou: Oh no. Please simply refer to me as ‘Kou’. (2) ...Princess.
Yui: Let’s stop this.
Kou: ...Does my attitude bother you?
Yui: T-That’s not it! I’m being put on the spot...I don’t know how to react, and it’s kind of embarrassing...
Kou: Please relax. You can give me any order, no matter how trivial, Princess.
I am here to exert myself for your sake. If there is nothing I can do for you, I am worth less than a piece of trash.
Yui: P-Please don’t say that.
Kou: I want to know what desires lurk inside your heart...Please, show mercy.
Yui: ( What should I do...? Kou-kun’s taking this very serious. )
Then, um...For now, would you please come sit next to me instead of on the floor?
Kou: ...Understood.
What else?
Yui: C-Can we not just stay like this for a bit?
Kou: How long is ‘for a bit’?
Yui: ( Don’t ask difficult questions...! )
Kou: Simply sitting side-by-side when I can feel you this close to me is basically torture...
At least allow me to tend to you.
Yui: Tend to me? In what way...?
Kou: Before that, may I please have permission to touch you?
Yui: Eh? ...W-Well.
Kou: I promise I will not inflict any harm or discomfort upon you.
Yui: R-Really?
Kou: Of course.
Yui: T-Then...
*Rustle*
Kou: Pardon. ーー Allow me to borrow your hand.
*Rustle*
Yui: ( Ah, he’s applying hand cream. It smells wonderful... )
Kou: Such small hands...
Yui: T-They’re average.
Kou: Your nails...resemble flower petals as well.
Yui: ( He usually never gives me this much praise, so it’s really...embarrassing, I guess? )
Kou: They say that massaging the hand like this helps improve blood circulation.
Yui: ( He’s intertwining his fingers...with my own... )
Kou: ...Princess?
Yui: Y-Yes!
Kou: How do you like it?
Yui: Eh? W-Well...It feels very nice.
Kou: ...Excuse me? What did you say just now? You spoke too quiet.
Yui: L-Like I said, it feels nice...
Kou: One more time.
Yui: ...!! Kou-kun! You’re just doing it on purpose now, aren’t you?
Kou: What do you mean? Come on, Princess. Please say it once more, loud and clear.
ーー Does it feel nice to have me apply this sticky cream as I slide my fingers in between your own? My Princess?
Yui: ( He’s doing this on purpose after all...! Geez! )
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
Translation notes
(1) Yui uses the colloquial 違うよ or ‘chigau yo’ at first, before correcting herself to speak more like a Princess, using the formal: そうじゃありません or ‘sou ja arimasen’.
(2) It would be strange for a royal to refer to their servants with honorifics such as ‘kun’ or ‘chan’.
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In The Leaves
tommy x reader, 1,850 words
a bit nsfw, mostly power play and lusting
The house is quiet when you get home, shut off, and dark, and empty empty empty. You dawdle in the entry way. Drip your coat off, leave your bag by the hat stand. If Tommy’s in he’s sleeping, or hiding, or locked up in the office with his head in the whiskey. You unlace your boots and push them under the dresser, though he hates when you do that. There’s places for shoes, he says, put them away.
‘Tom?’
You call his name quietly, around the open door to his office. There’s no light, no man. He’s in bed, then. For once he’s beaten you to it.
You go upstairs, zigzagging on the wide staircase because you can, because it’s late and your time is still your own to play with. It isn’t often that you take nights for yourself. No Tommy, no business. Free to do as you please. You’d gone to Vera’s first, then to the dancehall, then to Polly’s house in that little village, with the pretty parks and the bridges. You’d made your driver wait in the car until you were bored, and you’d paid him handsomely for it. That was part of the novelty too; money from your purse, orders in your voice, followed, not questioned. You see why Tommy craves it.
‘I should go home,’ you’d told Pol, ‘he hates when I’m away.’
‘No, love, he just hates not knowing where.’
‘Oh,’ you’d said. ‘Oh, no, I don’t think that’s it at all.’
When you reach the top, your stocking snags on a splintered floorboard. You pull it twice, and then it’s free again, but there’s a rip from your heel to your ankle. They were new; you’d put them on straight from the packet.
‘[Y/n]?’ His voice comes from the bedroom, low and curling around the hallway. ‘That you?’
‘Yes, Tom,’ you answer. ‘I’ve ripped my tights on the stairs.’
You follow your voice back to him, chase it through until you’re in the doorway, and he’s in the bed, ignoring you like you’d said nothing at all. You were right. Not sleeping, but hiding. He’s sitting against the headboard, chest bare, with the covers to his waist. He looks young, boyish. There’s note-paper in his hands and two more sheets of it on his lap.
‘Where’ve you been?’ he asks, without looking from his reading.
You slouch into the doorframe. ‘Am I in trouble?’
His eyes flick to you. It’s so quick, it may have just been the light on his glasses. ‘If you want to be,’ he says.
‘I was at Poll’s house.’
‘Drinking?’
‘Of sorts.’ The tear in your stocking is growing, you lift your foot to feel your heel through the hole. ‘She read my leaves,’ you say.
He sighs, sets the paper down, and picks up the next. ‘Did she?’
Your foot hits the floor with a thump. ‘Don’t you want to know what she saw?’
No, he thinks. No, I don’t care, he thinks. No, I’m sitting and reading and not looking at you, not even once, because I’m Tommy, and I’m bored of everything that isn’t myself.
You watch for a reaction. A clue that you’re right, that he is thinking all that, but he’s just still. His eyes follow the lines slowly. He clears his throat once, and then flips the page over to read the back.
‘It involved the two of us,’ you add, ‘the pictures in the leaves.’
‘Hm?’
Sighing, you cross the room and climb onto the bed on your knees.
‘You’re no fun, Tommy Shelby.’ Not when you want him to be. Not when it costs his time.
You crawl over to him, then turn onto your back and put your head on his thigh. You set your cheek against the covers so you can watch him, so he can find you at the bottom of the page, so he looks at you without meaning to. ‘What’re you reading that’s so important?’ you ask.
‘Letters,’ he answers, dropping the word into your gaze.
‘From who?’
‘Important people, love.’
‘Can’t I know?’ You touch his elbow, running your fingers in circles around the ridges of his skin. ‘I write your letters for you, sometimes.’
The paper lowers enough that your hand becomes trapped between his arm and the pillow behind him. ‘You asked for the night off, didn’t you?’
From work. Not from conversation, not from him. ‘I suppose,’ you grumble. Your bottom lip juts out and you let it sit there. Watch me pout, Tommy, watch me sulk like a child.
He sighs. Then he stacks the letter with the others and puts them all, abandoned, on the bedside table. ‘Alright,’ he says, once he’s looking down at you again. ‘What did Polly say,’ he groans, settling into the bed, ‘about your tea?’
You pull your hand free and turn your head to the ceiling. Your arms cross over your chest. It doesn’t matter now, it isn’t as interesting. ‘I’ve forgotten. Something about changing responsibility.’
‘Responsibilities?’ His hand goes to your face, his index finger trailing the line of your nose, across your lips and over your chin, down, down until it’s resting in the hollow of your throat. ‘Yours or mine?’ he asks.
‘Ours.’
He hums, the noise is deep in his chest, tumbling lower and under your skull. ‘What else?’
Suddenly, you’re shy. Nervous to tell him. What Polly had seen had excited you, filled you up with possibility and wonder, left you curious. Wanting. Tommy’s scrutiny would kill that, you’re sure. He’d flay the ideas and leave you to gather the scraps. ‘Nothing important,’ you tell him. ‘She thinks I should let go more. Let myself be.’
‘You should.’ His hand flattens over your collarbone. It’s either mercy, or his interest peaking and withering between you, because he changes subject like the conversation’s over. ‘You ripped your stockings?’ he asks, question already answered in his tone.
You look back to him, smiling. ‘So, you were listening.’
His eyebrows raise, head tilting as if to say, maybe. Maybe he was. Maybe he’s seen the ladder running up your calf.
‘Will you buy me a new pair?’ you ask.
‘If you want.’
‘Fancy ones? French?’
He nods.
‘You’ll give me anything, won’t you?’ Anything with a price tag, anything material. If it was within reason, he’d say yes, he’d have it on your dresser in a ribbon by the morning. You loop your fingers around his wrist. ‘Anything but attention,’ you muse. ‘That, I have to work for.’
You watch him blink, watch him incline his head and wet his lips. ‘Doesn’t everyone?’
No, not most.
‘You like working for it,’ he adds.
You snort. ‘Not always.’
Sometimes it’s nice to start things, sometimes you like to pull the want from behind his bored eyes. To make him need you, to make him melt beneath, and give way, craving, falling to the tide. Other times, it feels like a chore. Another responsibility you hadn’t asked for.
‘I shouldn’t have to do it all the time,’ you say, quieter than planned.
‘You have my attention now.’
‘Because I took it,’ you say.
‘No,’ he corrects. 'Because I gave it.’
He hold’s your gaze for a moment. Something slips between you, a new tension that twitches under your ribs, scattering your heartbeat. It bubbles and gathers in your chest, forces your breaths to become quick and short. You’re sure he notices it. Sure he’s planned for it. He looks down at you, lay against his lap, like he’s waiting for the nerves to form; for anticipation to fizz your senses.
His hand slides up until its curving around your neck, thumb and fingers bracketing your throat. It stills there, baited, cold against your skin. ‘Is it enough?’ he asks. ‘Have you had enough, hm?’
You swallow; it runs under his palm, sinking into your gut. ‘No, not yet.’
He squeezes once, pulling lightly enough to get you to comply, and then you’re sitting up for him. Up and towards his chest, with his hand on your throat and your fingers scooped over his shoulders.
‘You don’t want to start things,’ he says, ‘not always?’
Your head shakes by itself.
‘Words, love.’
‘No,’ you answer.
‘Done making decisions, eh?’ His hand twists to hold the back of your neck, fingers splayed and straying into the base of your hair. ‘Tired of taking charge?’
‘Yes, Tom.’
He nods, the gesture is so slight it could have been nothing. ‘Take my glasses off,’ he says.
You do. You pull them from his face and set them on top of the papers, his gaze unmoving as you do so. The room’s quiet, but your head’s swelling with noise, your blood pumping loud enough to convince your eardrums that it’s in there. Filling your skull. Strong enough to dizzy you. When you straighten in front of him, his hands are on your waist, firmly, like he knows you need it.
Then he leans forward, pushing you backwards until you’re beneath him. Your arms are pulled upwards, flat on the bed, crossed at the wrists. He holds them there with one hand.
‘Have to let yourself be,’ he says by your ear. ‘You don’t want control, do you?’
You want to answer him. You want to tell him that this is what you’d meant, this is how it should be. Not always, but sometimes. A change of responsibility like the leaves said. When you open your mouth, all that pours out is a sweetened moan. It rides your breath over his shoulder and into the air.
‘No,’ you sigh. Not tonight. You don’t want control, you want this, you want this and him and attention until it’s flooding you. Until it’s too much.
Head lowered, he sinks kisses into your neck. Drags teeth and tongue down the line of your throat ’til you’re mewling. You lift up against him, back curved and eager, but he pushes back with his hips. Forces you down, subdued. Into the mattress and wanting.
‘Tommy,’ you whine.
He shushes you. ‘Leave them there,’ he says, as he pulls his hand from your wrists.
He goes upright, backwards and away from you, sitting on his heels like he’s praying. The sheet lies twisted around his knees. You wish he’d move it, you want bare skin against bare skin.
‘What shall I do with you?’ he asks himself. ‘Ay? How shall I have you?’
You’re putty waiting beneath his fingers. You’re honey, dripping, cloying, holding shape but slowly losing. His thumb finds the band of your stocking, pulls it taut against the clip that holds it there. Anything. Do anything. You’re his, you’re melting. You’re light pouring through the gaps and waiting, waiting to burst. Elastic snaps against your thigh. He smiles.
‘I like having you like this,’ he says.
Like you’re leaves, swirled and left in the cup. Wanting to be read, to be understood, to be laid out and fulfilled.
‘Like you’re mine,’ he finishes.
‘I am,’ you tell him. ‘I am, Tommy, I am.’
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Chapter 13: Let's Try This One On For Size
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Alright, this one is rough. Similar to Chapter 7, but not as bad. But still, be warned and read the tags.
Taglist: @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams, @whumptakesthecake
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CW: referenced burning/branding, denied care, dehumanization, defiant whumpee, derogatory language, shock collar, guilt tripping, forced submission, caretaking whumpees, bound to a chair, freeze response, noncon stripping, noncon touching, forced to watch, fade to black/implied noncon
Forty-five minutes.
That’s the most Killian hadn’t moved today. He just remained laying still on the ground. Unmoving. For forty-five minutes.
Harper tapped her finger against the counter anxiously. She had been checking the time non stop, seeing if he had switched positions at all. This was the longest he’s been without moving. Guilt filled her stomach.
God, this is all my fault. I should’ve just kept my head down and he wouldn’t have gotten hurt!
She grimaced thinking about the night before with Killian, and the sobs he tried so desperately to hide as they laid together in the dirt. She pleaded with Luther to take him inside and at least wash his boiled face and arms, but the bastard simply kicked the boy and dragged her inside, saying he would be fine.
Had he been through worse?
She wished she could go out there and bring him in, but-
“Kitty.”
Speak of the devil.
Harper turned around, using all of her power to glare at the man who branded her arm- which still hurt by the way, she wasn’t allowed any burn cream, either.
Luther was leaning against the doorway, giving her a smug grin. “Something is bothering you. You’ve been slow with your chores.”
“That boy you tortured is bothering me,” the girl spat.
Luther laughed. “Torture? That’s a bit extreme, I was just teaching him a lesson.”
“Is that what you say to yourself in bed every night?”
The man’s smile faded as his face quickly became cold. “I’m getting real tired of this, Harper.”
The girl swallowed and tried not to lose face as the man came near her. “You’re supposed to respect me. Edward put you into my care and I do not deserve to be treated with this attitude of yours.”
Harper rolled her eyes, knowing she was going to regret what she was going to say next. “You can shove it.”
Slap.
Luther sighed. “I swear, either Edward is going soft on his fucktoys or I have a fucking donut on my head because you aren’t taking me seriously. What do you need me to do to get you to bow at my feet? Fucking shove my dick up your cunt like Ed does?”
Harper scoffed. “You’re fucking disgusting. I will never respect you, and you’re stupid if you think Dark has broken me. I ain’t bowing to no one.”
He grabbed her chin. “You will be.” Luther’s eyes moved toward the window, smiling once he saw his dog and the realization that came with it. “You like him, don’t you?”
Harper’s eyes widened. “W-What?”
“Kitty has a crush on Puppy,” he singsonged.
“I do not, psycho. I’m concerned for an innocent being tortured.”
Luther rolled his eyes. “Oh right, you’re a cop aren’t you?” He stopped and thought for a moment, then looked back up. “And I just figured out how to break you.”
Harper didn’t get time to ask how before the man walked out of the door and unlocked the cuffs around the dog’s ankle. He dragged Killian inside, throwing him to the ground and barking a “Stay” order, then retrieving a shock collar from his bag. He latched the collar to the boy’s neck, who was half awake and clearly scared, before finally going back towards Harper.
“Kneel.”
“No.”
Luther pulled out a remote, and Harper heard a scream come from Killian on the floor. The cruel bastard smiled as he threw the remote between his hands. “What was that?”
The familiar feeling of guilt came once again in her stomach, and Harper dropped down to her knees.
“Good kitty,” Luther praised. “This is going to be a fun day.”
It was hell. It wasn’t fun, it was fucking hell. Killian was nothing more than a bargaining tool for Luther to do whatever he wanted to Harper. Make him lunch? Yes, or the shock. Read the newspaper to him? Yes, or the shock. Kiss his shoes? Initially, no, but yes after Killian almost tore his throat out from screaming. Harper was nothing more than a slave.
Haven’t I always been before Luther?
No, you were just complying with Dark to survive and not be hurt. Now you’re complying to not get Killian hurt. He hasn't taken your mind.
Harper looked over from where she was scrubbing the floor, hearing quiet gasps of pain and sniffles. Killian was curled up in a ball in front of Luther, the former using him as a footrest as he watched TV. She looked closer and could tell that his arms were a painful red and definitely swollen. He needed medical attention immediately, not doing anything could lead to an infection.
“Luther-” The familiar scream of the boy was heard along with a faint crackle. “Sir! I mean, Sir, I’m sorry, please stop-”
“What do you want, kitty?”
“Please let me treat his arm,” Harper said, slowly making her way over to the two. She carefully grabbed Killian’s head into her hands and stared up at Luther. “Can’t you see how swollen his arms are? If the burns get infected he could die!”
Luther didn’t even look away from the TV. “Well, hopefully they won’t get infected. It’s not a huge deal.”
“It’s a third degree burn! On both of his arms! And his face!”
Luther finally looked away, nudging the boy with his foot so he could see his face. “Eh, it’s not that bad.”
“But it could be! Please, just let me treat him. You can do anything you want to me, not him.” Harper stopped, trying not to think about the endless amount of possibilities that could come with her proposal.
The man looked down at her, then at his dog, and looked back at her with a smile. “Fine, strip.”
Harper didn’t process the command for a moment, mind going blank as she stared at the man in front of her. She only saw his cruel grin and his evil eyes, she only felt the quiet breathing of the boy laying beside her. She just heard white noise.
“Harper.” With that, she snapped out of her trance, stomach dropping as she now realized the command she was given. Strip. She slowly nodded her head, arms reaching back towards her neck to unlatch the-
“Wait,” came a voice, which had not been spoken yet in this conversation. Harper looked down at Killian, who pushed himself up to a kneeling position in front of his master. “Don’t...don’t make her undress.”
“Oh really?” Luther hummed as he crossed his legs. “What offer are you going to give me in return?”
Harper’s breath stilled as she waited for the boy to respond. Don't offer yourself. Don’t offer yourself. Please, Ian, don’t offer yourself for me.
“Me. You can have me instead.”
“Ian, don’t-”
“Silent, kitty; sidenote, cute nickname. But I don’t accept your offer, Kill. I’m in the mood for cunt, not ass.”
Harper could’ve gagged. She and Killian were seen as nothing more than their objects to this man.
Luther pulled out the remote, causing both his captives to freeze. “Besides, you said you were allowed to speak?”
Killian screamed as the voltage was turned up to max, hands flying up to the collar. Harper grabbed onto the boy, screaming for Luther to turn it off. Luther did, eventually, before kicking the girl away and grabbing the boy. The two made their way to the bedroom, and Luther pushed the shaking boy into a chair. He grabbed some rope from a drawer, and tied it tightly around the figure.
Killian sat there sobbing, scolding himself for being so stupid. He wasn’t given permission to talk, now he’s going to get punished. It was all for nothing, Harper is still going to be-
Luther returned with a defiant Harper, who was using all of her strength to unlatch his hand from her wrist. The man pushed her onto the bed, and backhanded her hard against her face for good measure. Harper saw stars for a moment, then her body went still.
Luther laughed to himself, relishing the joy of seeing his doggy’s petrified face as he stared at his new friend, knowing she was about to be raped right in front of him.
“Jealous, doggy?” He asked as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ve known you for years, Kill. I can see it in your eyes, you want to fuck her so bad. Too bad, this bitch is mine.”
Killian, not doggy, screamed out of frustration. He fought against his bonds, mind filled with rage. “You don’t know me at all you sick bastard! I’ve never wanted to!-”
“Hush,” Luther said in a colder tone. “I was planning on giving her lube, even going easy on her, but if you keep this up I’ll be pounding her with no mercy. You want that?”
The boy was quiet, but he still glared furiously at Luther.
“Huh? Answer me, mutt.”
The boy shook his head, rage dying down as he looked down to the floor.
“Ah, ah, ah,” His shirt was off now, and he began to climb on top of the girl with his pants unbuttoned. “You’re going to watch every fucking second of this, Killian. You know how hard I go on you, don’t make me do the same to her.”
Killian looked back up, tears beginning to drop down his cheeks. He looked at Harper, who was now slowly regaining more control, but yet at the same time stilled once she came into full focus of the man in front of her.
Luther chuckled as he knelt on the bed and began removing her clothes. “I love that look in his pets’ eyes. All of them have it; completely fucking petrified once I’m pinning them down to a bed. I bet you tried to fight it once, didn’t you? After Edward's teachings now you know to just lay down and take it.”
Harper’s lips trembled as she struggled not to cry, almost letting out a sob once her chest was fully exposed. The man’s hands caressed her torso, squeezing her breasts, before moving back down to her pants.
“Let’s see how tight you really are, hm?” Luther said once he was aligned. He turned towards the bound boy. “Pay attention, Kill. Let me show you how a real man takes a woman.”
And he did. The entire night he watched the gruesome, disgusting scene before him. He saw everything, he heard everything. He was forced to his captor’s familiar grunts and moans and his new friends' cries. He barely registered the tears falling down his cheeks. He barely felt the throbbing pain on his arms and face. He only felt deep sorrow and hopelessness. But he never looked away.
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heyyy! can i request a f!reader pranks bertholdt that she’s breaking up with him, but she’s not actually and he gets really saddened? thanks if u do it! 💕
Yeah, sure my dear, I've never written for Bertholdt before, so I'm gonna try my best!
Break-up Prank w. Bertholdt
Pairing: Bertholdt x fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, maybe spoiler (For S2)
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Your life was at it's peak, at least thats what you thought. You had good friends, a adventurous life and a loving boyfriend, what would one wish more?
Unfortunately, Ymir was one of your best friends. You and the other girls often played games like 'seven minutes in heaven' or 'truth or dare', and it was always pretty fun.
The other time you had, you spend it with your beloved boyfriend, Bertholdt. Since he's the tallest out of the Cadets, cuddling with him was always and adventure. It was your favorite daytime.
"So y/n, you are next!", Ymir called out to you while smirking.
"What, me again? Ugh..", you sighed as you looked at her. She just grinned as she ever did when she had a mean Idea for 'dare'. Since you already picked 'truth' twice, you hadn't had a choice.
"Truth or Dare Darling!", She exclaimed, completely knowing what you'd had to pick this time.
"I guess D-dare huh...?", You replied, a bit scared of her 'dare'. She grinned even more.
"Ha, I knew it. You know how I am, I'm not gonna show you mercy this time hehe. So what I want you to do is play a little prank on your lovely husband hehe...", She exclaimed as she looked at you.
"Oh no...", You answered as you already knew that this dare would be hard on you.
"Act like you want to break up, come back and after we finished the game you can tell him it was for the game, 'kay?", She said in pure evil.
"Really?? I can't d-do that!", You answered in nervousness.
"You totally can. Else you have to steal a boxer from captain heichou himself ya know!", Ymir said.
"Ugh..Fine..." You had no other choice, stealing underwear from your captain was suicide.
You stood up and walked to the boys dorm. You were actually scared, scared to hurt him like that, even just if it was for the game. You knocked gently.
Reiner opened the door, grinning as he saw your figure.
"Hey dear, what do you want? Need your boyfriend back? He..", he said as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Yeah, just for a sec I swear.", you answered.
"Hey Bert, your girlfriend needs your attention again!", He exclaimed, as the other boys laughed a bit. Bertholdt stood up and approached you two. He smiled as soon as he saw you with a light blush on his cheeks.
"Hey...", Bertholdt say as he scratched his neck.
"Hey Bertholdt, could we talk for a min?", You asked nervously.
"Ohhh doesn't sound good!", You heard Jean saying.
"Eh yeah sure...", Bertholdt said.
"Have fun you two..!". Reiner said as he closed the door behind you two. You got to the training grounds, leaning against the building. It was summer and the warm wind blew through your hair gently as you two watched the nature.
"So.. what did you w-wanted to talk about y/n?", He asked nervously.
"Uhm... Yeah... How do I start this... I wanted to... Uhm.. you see, I think it's not working anymore between u-us I think...", You said as pain filled your heart. Ymir was such a devil sometimes.
"W-what?!", The Raven looked at you in disbelief as his world broke as you could see in his eyes wich were now filled with pure pain and sadness.
"Yeah.. sorry Bertholdt..." You looked at the ground as you were near the tears yourself. It was just too painful to see him like that to you. He was such a sweet and loving guy.
You couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and ran away, back to the girls dorm. You heard him calling your name, but you ignored it.
You sat down beside Sahsa and Christa again.
"Sooo? Did you do it?", The devil himself asked you as she grinned again in evil.
"Yeah... Happy now?", You said as you wanted to cry, but you calmed yourself down. Christa looked at you, seeing your pain.
You couldn't water till the rounds were over, since you really wanted to end your pain. As soon as it was over, you rushed to the boy dorms again, knocked, but Reiner told you he wasn't there anymore, he guessed he ran to the bathroom.
So you followed his guess and went to the male bathroom, finding him there in front of a mirror, crying.
"B-bertholdt!", You said as you hugged him dearly.
"What d-do you *sob* want?", He asked, his voice broken and sad.
"I'm so sorry Ymir put me through this! We played truth or dare, and she dared me to break up with you, or else I would have had to steal Levi's boxers, wich would end in my death!", You exclaimed, as you cried a bit too.
"W-what? Really? So you don't want to break up with m-me?", He said as he looked at you, the pain in his eyes fading.
"No, I would never! I love you Bertholdt and I'm so sorry!"
He hugged you too, happy to have you again in his arms.
"Don't do this ever again *sob* o-okay?", He said as he calmed down a bit.
"Yeah, I promise!"
If you just knew what would happen months after....
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Hetalia Family Week: Day 4 - Vacation
Day 4 for @hetafamilyweek. Also cross-posted to my ao3!
I'm sorry it took so long to post this, school started again and I did not have the spoons to focus on this after school. So it might take a bit longer than expected to finish this. Now, onto the chapter!
I blame @tiredmay
Names:
Willem = Netherlands
Femke = Belgium
Laurent = Luxembourg
Matthew = Canada
Antonio = Spain
Ludwig = Germany
Tw: fire (a building burning down), cursing, an all caps sentence
''Well, I'd say that went well,'' Laurent said. Willem and Femke turned to stare at him.
''What part of this went well?! The hotel is going up in flames, and we're still lost!''
''Eh, small details.''
Willem and Femke looked at each other.
''Lau, did you get possessed or something? Do you even hear yourself?'' Femke asked, incredulously.
''No, wait, I think I missed something. Since when is this a hotel?''
''It's a hotel for parentless children, of course.''
''… I am this close to strangling both of you.'' Willem facepalmed. How on earth did they end up at a burning orphanage on their way to their family vacation? No wait, he knew the answer to that. The three of them were too busy bickering to really notice the map, getting lost as a result. Well. Maybe he should text Mattie to see how they feel about adopting a kid?
''… Maybe we should help?'' Femke said after a moment of silence.
''Fem... As much as I hate to say it, I don't think that's a good idea,'' Willem replied. Seeing his sister's defiant look, he added on, ''We're not trained firefighters, and if we go in without any kind of fire-resistant clothes and walk out alive, without any lasting injuries, how're we going to explain that?''
His sister sighed frustratedly, rubbing at her eyes. ''You're right,'' she said, sounding tired.
''I don’t like it any more than you do, Fem, but- Laurent, what the fuck do you think you're doing?''
Laurent was currently running towards the orphanage, despite the clearly panicked protests from the people around them.
''Laurent, get back here!'' Femke shouted, running after him. For fucks sake, did both of his siblings have a death wish? If Ludwig got wind of this, they'd never hear the end of it.
Groaning, he started to walk forward to where his siblings had run off into the building. He quickly got stopped by one of the firefighters though, who asked him where the hell he thought he was going. He quickly explained the situation to the best of his abilities (just because he was currently somewhere in Spain, even though they were supposed to be in France, and the fact that he could speak both languages just fine, didn't mean he had to like it, or even pretend to be good at it. Fuck you, Antonio. And before you ask, yes he knows how petty he's being. Let him have his fun).
Suffice to say, he didn't get past the firefighter. Not that he needed to, because to the shock of everyone else, his siblings came out of the orphanage, a couple of kids huddled around them. All of them were miraculously unharmed. And naturally, Femke and Laurent were bickering. He could already feel a headache forming. Ludwig was not going to be amused.
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Ludwig was not, in fact, amused. Willem got that much as he was woken up at six in the goddamn morning during his vacation by angry German yelling coming through his phone.
''Willem, was zum fick habt ihr euch gedacht, dass ihr in ein brennendes kinderheim reingerannt seid?!''
''Ook een goedemorgen, Ludwig, ja het gaat goed met ons en de kinderen, niemand raakte gewond. En vraag dat maar aan Femke en Laurent, zij zijn namelijk degenen die het brandende weeshuis in renden.''
Yeah, waking up to angry German yelling really was not his ideal wake-up call, but what're you going do about it. Oh right. Pressing the red button, Willem effectively ended the call. Then, he sent a text to his cousin.
'Call me back at a more reasonable time, you heathen.'
Ignoring all other incoming calls, he put his phone down and went back to bed, hoping to catch some sleep before his gremlin siblings decided to wake him up for breakfast.
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A stressful day later, they arrived at their intended location. After Ludwig had called him back and chewed out all three of them, they decided to leave as soon as possible, before any of the people that were there at the orphanage came looking for them.
Currently, they were enjoying the sunset while lounging on the beach, nursing a drink. Suddenly, Femke sighed.
''You know... I have a feeling our vacation isn't going to get any more exciting than it’s been so far.''
''Sure, if you can call running into a burning orphanage exiting,'' Willem said. ''Besides, I do not feel like being yelled at by Ludwig again anytime soon.''
Femke only hummed in response.
''I do agree with Willy on this, big sis,'' Laurent said. He was laying on the sand, one hand over his head, the other tracing shapes in the sand. ''I just want to have a relaxing vacation, with no burning orphanages or yelling Germans.'' Willem snorted at that.
''Don’t worry, broertje, no more yelling Ludwigs will be encountered during this trip.''
''Merci Gott.''
''Hey, Lau,'' Femke said conversationally.
''Yeah?''
''Are you just going to lay there for the rest of the evening?''
''Probably, why do you- AAAAAH WAT DE FUCK, DAT ASS KALT!'' Laurens screamed as he jumped up to get away from the cold water. Femke was wheezing, as was Willem.
''You guys are so mean!''
''Thanks, we try.'' Willem was smirking now.
''Aaschlach.''
''Klootzak.''
''Stop it, you two,'' Femke said, rolling her eyes. ''We should head back to the house.''
''Do we have to?''
Femke gave Laurent a deadpan stare at his question. After a few seconds, he sighed. ''Fine. But can we come back tomorrow?''
''Sure.'' She leaned closer to Laurent and said in a stage whisper: ''Perhaps we can even throw Willy in the ocean.'' Her brother gave her a mischievous grin.
''Hey, I heard that!''
Laughing, they took off running towards their house, Willem chasing after them, also grinning. And if Willem caught them and threw them into the ocean? Well, there would be several occasions for revenge.
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Translations:
Willem, was zum fick habt ihr euch gedacht, dass ihr in ein brennendes kinderheim reingerannt seid?! (German) = ''Willem, what the fuck were you guys thinking, running into a burning orphanage like that?!''
Ook een goedemorgen, Ludwig, ja het gaat goed met ons en de kinderen, niemand raakte gewond. En vraag dat maar aan Femke en Laurent, zij zijn namelijk degenen die het brandende weeshuis in renden. (Dutch) = A good morning to you too, Ludwig, yes us and the children are doing fine, no one got hurt. And you can ask Femke and Laurent that, they're the ones that ran into a burning orphanage.
Broertje (Dutch) = little brother
Merci Gott (Luxembourgish) = Thank god
AAAAH WAT DE FUCK, DAT ASS KALT! (Luxembourgish) = AAAAAAH WHAT THE FUCK, THAT’S SO COLD
''Aaschlach'' and ''Klootzak'' = asshole
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Chapter 107 - SBT
Here it is!
"Meow…"
"Non, mon garçon." Lucien turned his head. "Glovy, those tomatoes are not ready yet, do not bite them."
[No, my boy.]
"Meow!"
"Glovy..." Mundy added from a few metres away, in a fatherly tone. He was lying on the grass with a hat on his face and Soot lying on his chest and stomach, napping.
"Meow…!"
"Glovy, you don't want me to count to three now…" Mundy said and the kitten obeyed on the spot.
"He listens to you better than he does me." Lucien said, raising his head from the tomato plants. He had spent the afternoon there, helping Caroline to take care of the plants. He had trimmed the trees and was now on his knees, removing the weeds between the tomatoes.
The kittens were roaming around, discovering fresh grass and a garden. Most of them played with the plants innocently. Only Glovy had wanted to taste them with his little fangs.
"Kitties? Who wants some treats?"
"Mum, you gave them some after lunch already…!" Mundy removed his hat off of his face and looked up at his mother.
"It's four in the afternoon! Someone's gotta feed the little ones so that they grow strong, eh, Glovy?"
"Meow! Meow! Meow!" The kittens came jumping around Caroline's feet. She sat on a chair and bent down to deal the treats to the eager little balls of fluff.
Mundy was laying on the grass, with Soot on his chest, while Perle was inside, with Mike.
"Easy on the food, Glovy."
Glovy stopped chewing sharp before resuming. He swallowed his treat and his ears pulled back. Caroline winked at the kitten and offered him an additional treat, as she put a finger on her lips.
"Mum… Don't try and feed him behind my back."
"How did you know?"
"Cause you used to do the same with me." Mundy said as he opened his eyes and stood up. "Right, I need to go now, Mum. I'll say bye to Dad on my way."
"You need to go?" Lucien raised surprised eyebrows and turned to his lover who was approaching him.
"Yeah, but don't worry, we'll spend the evenin' together. There's somethin' I need to do first. And by the way…" Mundy crouched to whisper in Lucien's ear. "Dress up nice and come at 7pm at the crossroad between the High Street and King James Avenue."
Lucien's cheeks went pink.
"Fine, I will."
"Be there on time and put on the nicest clothes you have. We'll spend the evenin' just you and me." Mundy turned to his mother who was playing with the kittens. "Mum, you'll watch over the cats tonight, right?"
"Yeah, we will, don't worry…!" Caroline answered.
"Right, I'd better go then, I got stuff to prepare." Mundy winked at Lucien and the Frenchman felt like the most special man on Earth. "See you later, Lu'."
"See you, Mundy."
Mundy went away and Lucien stayed with Caroline in her garden. The kittens seemed to love playing there. Soot went to Lucien and sat next to him while the Frenchman went on cleaning the plants area.
And soon, the time came for Lucien to go and get ready himself.
"Don't worry, Lucien, I'll keep an eye on them." Caroline came to the living-room.
"Yeah, you go and find Micky. We'll take care of the kids." Mike answered from the sofa, brushing Perle, lying like a queen on his stomach and lap.
Lucien went to Mike and sat down next to him for a moment.
"Are you sure about this? I would understand if you changed your mind. Looking after all these little ones is quite tiring."
"What are you on about? They're lovely!" Caroline said. "Besides, playin' in the garden got them all tired and they're sleeping now."
"Yeah, and look at this one. She likes watchin' the television with the old man, eh?" Mike looked at Perle on his lap.
"I think what she likes the most is the attention, the scratches and you feeding her treats…"
"Maybe, but she likes me too! Eh, baby, tell yer dad you like your old Mike, yeah?"
"Meow!" Perle answered.
"See? She does!"
Lucien got closer to the sofa.
"Thank you very much, Mike, I really appreciate your efforts."
Mike moved his eyes from the television screen to Lucien's light blue eyes.
"Well, thank you too. Carrie was right."
"I heard that!" A feminine voice said from the kitchen and Mike rolled his eyes with a smile.
"I mean," Mike went on. "Micky really found what he was lookin' for with you."
"I try my best."
"Ya don't need to, son. Now you guys go and have yer fun. And whatever you do, you watch out for each other, yeah? And you be good to my Micky, eh?"
"I dream of nothing else."
"Did he tell ya what's the plan?"
"Mike…! It's their evening, not yours, get yer nose out of their business right now!" Caroline answered from the kitchen, surrounded by the mewling kittens.
"Non, I do not know." Lucien answered, whispering.
"Lucien!" She added and both Mike and Lucien chuckled.
"Right, you go before she gets out the kitchen and tells us off, yeah?"
"I shall, thank you again for looking after the babies."
"Meow?" Perle raised her head and her paw to her Papa. Lucien took it and left a kiss on her white fluff.
"I shall see you tomorrow."
"You have a good evenin', Lu'!"
"Merci, Caroline, see you tomorrow!"
And Lucien left the house. Mundy had told him to go back home and get ready for an evening just with him. What for? Lucien didn't know, but if Mundy thought he could surprise Lucien, he had another thing coming!
Lucien had hesitated quite a bit before deciding, but he shall do it. He headed straight for the bedroom when he arrived, he lost no time stripping naked and started the act. He had dressed as a woman before, oui, and had put on the whole elegant show. This time, it shall be different. This time, he shall play another card.
He had talked to Richard about it and the taylor agreed to help, not without having a second of surprise however. It was a request for a dress, but not any odd one.
"Cut?"
"Close to the skin, but comfortable and not compromising."
"Length?"
"Down to half of the thighs."
"Colour?"
"Bright red."
"Dinner or social event?"
"Special occasion, something intimate."
Richard blushed slightly and his moustache only seemed more white in contrast with his pinkish skin. He stopped taking notes for an instant to clear his throat, before going on.
"Fabric?"
"Enticing to the eye and the touch."
"Any special requirements?"
"The cleavage." Richard raised an eyebrow. "Generous." Lucien added.
The Frenchman had his eyes closed on the tailor's armchair, imagining the dress as he described it. The smoke of his cigarette wreathed and curled, rising in the air.
"Anything to go with it?"
"Do you happen to make lingerie?"
Richard adjusted the glasses on his nose.
"I do."
"Can you do it for men?"
"I thought you had resigned." Richard answered.
"What? Non, I am still a teacher, but what does it have to do with-?"
"No..." Richard took his eyes off of his notebook. "I thought you had resigned from your military duties."
"Of course, I have. I am not a spy anymore…!"
"Then, why the disguise?" Richard asked.
"It is no disguise."
The tailor frowned.
"I will not act a part that isn't myself." Lucien made himself clearer. "If my demand cannot be met, I understand perfectly, Richard. But if I am asking you of all people, it is because I know the quality of your work, and I wouldn't want anyone else for this. I wouldn't be able to ask anyone else."
Richard raised his eyes to Lucien.
"I shall do it. After your last request, I thought that it was for someone else…"
"Non, of course not." Lucien said. "It is for me."
"I am relieved." Richard nodded.
"What were you imagining?" Lucien asked.
"Well… If you had come back to your military duties, then surely you wouldn't work for France, and as such, I should have to treat you with distrust, at least. And if, like last time, you asked me to use your measurements to fit the dress, then surely, with M…?"
"Oh, you thought my relationship with M ended and I was now seeing a woman?"
Richard nodded.
"What else could I have understood?"
"And why would I train my walking with high heels here?" Lucien answered.
"Ah, yes, that I do not know…"
"I merely want to surprise Mundy." Lucien answered. "You should have seen his face last time when he finally understood that the woman flirting with him was me in fact." Lucien chuckled, thinking about it again. "But again, if you do not want to do it for any reason, I shall by no means force you."
"Non, please." Richard shook his head. "I must admit that your orders always push the limits of my knowledge and my craft. My apologies for judging, and badly so. I should take this as an opportunity to hone my skills and teach my sons with me." Richard nodded to himself. "You know, uhm…" He looked left and right before going on. "One of my sons, Paul, the eldest…"
"What about him?" Lucien asked.
"He… I think you and M gave him the courage that he needed." Richard blushed and Lucien didn't understand where he was going. "He… He confessed to his mother and I that he… He prefers gentlemen."
Lucien's eyebrows jumped in surprise.
"Now, we did have our doubts but he just confirmed it and… We are actually delighted that he worked up the courage to tell us."
The Frenchman smiled.
"He is fortunate enough to have a father who describes himself as 'delighted' about it." Lucien said.
"Indeed. I imagine others are not so fortunate."
"Far from it."
Richard shook his head.
"Anyway, now, to come back to the dress…"
And Lucien described the vision he had, something that was enticing, revealing and inviting. The only thing the Frenchman wished he could buy was a few years of his life back. Ah, he wished he was closer to Mundy's age…
In any case, he put on the lingerie, the stockings, the dress, and the assorted red high-heeled stilettos. Lucien then went to the bathroom and put on his make-up. Eyeliner, mascara and this time, a hint of red lipstick. He put on golden earrings, a long and thin golden necklace and looked at himself in the mirror.
His hair.
What should he do with it? Ponytail? Bun? Braid?
Non, non, non. He needed something bold, something to go with the glamourous show he had been planning.
"Fine then…" He grabbed his hair dryer and a brush, and got to work.
-- Later --
"Gosh, he should be here…" Mundy looked at his watch and his eyebrows jumped. "Ah, yeah…"
He had worn Lucien's watch for the night, the one he had broken on the day he had died. It was permanently 4.26pm.
He smiled.
Looking at that broken watch didn't pinch his heart anymore, and especially not today. It made him smile. That broken watch was an I love you in itself, it was something that Lucien had left before giving away one year of his remaining life. And for what? For the mad hope that somehow he would end up with Mundy. Somehow…
"C'mon…" Mundy wanted to wipe his sweaty hands on his trousers but refrained from doing so. "Mh." He grumbled and waited.
He had told Lucien to be there, at that crossroad, and on time. It wasn't too far from the house. But the Aussie started to be nervous. He thought back about what his mother and father had told him and kept on repeating to himself to breathe.
Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep-
"Hey there, 'scuse me," Mundy turned to the feminine voice and the pat on the shoulder. "D'you know where I could find a wild man in a van?"
Mundy's eyebrows jumped. In the night street, the Aussie couldn't see the woman clearly, but gosh, the curves, the shapes…! Mundy's eyes snapped back to her eyes, not without lingering at the wide cleavage and the golden necklace shimmering around her neck, diving down her shy chest.
"Uh, what?"
"Mundy, it is me." Lucien chuckled. "How many times can I fool you?"
"What?! How the fuck?! Hold on…" Mundy put his hands on Lucien's shoulders and pulled him under a lamp post.
"Holy dooley…! What have you… Is it really you? I mean…"
"And look at you, mon amour. What is this suit? I have never seen it."
Mundy looked down at himself.
"Well, you aren't the only one who can go to Richard and ask for somethin' special, eh? Like it?"
Lucien took a keen look. The cut was well adjusted, close to Mundy's body. It made him look even taller. The Frenchman let his fingers touch the fabric.
"Soft, yet one can feel little asperities. Mixed fabrics, satin and cotton of India."
"Gosh, you sound like Richard." Mundy chuckled. "Like the colour?"
"Dark, Burgundy red. One of my favourites." Lucien said.
"Guessed so."
"How?"
"The first time I met you, as a spook, you were dressed in dark red, the suit, the tie, the balala-thingy. Thought I might wear it this time, give it a try. Besides, Richard went about givin' me a lecture about how it would suit me cause of my skin tone or somethin'..."
"Ooh, paid attention we have, huh?" Lucien chuckled.
"Hard to ignore the tailor when he gets emotional, eh?" Mundy grinned. "But I uh… I mean I look at you and uh… Is that really you?"
"Look into my eyes." Lucien raised his eyes to Mundy and the Aussie raised a shy hand to his cheek, cupping it gently, while the other rested on Lucien's hip.
"Gosh, you're… You're even more than last time."
"More what?" Lucien asked with a smile that made Mundy's heart flutter.
Mundy was devouring him with his eyes. The red, short dress, the black tights, the red high-heels and gosh the face… The face! The eyeliner, the dark yet subtle shadow on his eyelids. Mascara? Was that mascara? His eyelashes didn't need it, they naturally were long and thin, and gently flapped like the wings of a butterfly.
"Is that… lipstick…?" Mundy squinted on Lucien's lips.
Lucien gently nodded.
"You didn't have that last time."
Lucien shook his head and lowered it.
"Hey…" Mundy put an index finger under Lucien's chin and raised it. "You're beautiful, baby doll." He smiled and Lucien blushed. "And what's with the hair…? Curly and fluffed up? That's… bold. Reminds me of a certain spook I met back in the days, eh."
"Is it too much?" Lucien asked, his eyes still evading Mundy's as the pink on his cheek deepened.
"Nah. It's… It's amazin'."
Lucien finally raised shy eyes to his lover.
"Really?" He whispered.
"Yeah, really. And look at you… Dress, purse and everythin'... A gorgeous doll you are."
"Yours, please?"
"Course, I'd never imagine that-"
"Hey!" A voice cut them. A group of men were passing by. "The doll busy for tonight?"
"Yeah, come with us, baby…!" Another man from the group added.
They were clearly past tipsy. Mundy frowned.
"We're busy." He simply growled.
"C'mon mate!"
"Sharin' is carin'!"
"C'mere baby…!"
"Hands off!" Mundy clenched his jaw and pulled Lucien to himself. "Lay a finger on her and I'll make a necklace of yer teeth."
"Wohow," One of the men went. "Possessive bloke in a suit. We're five, you're alone, what are you gonna do?"
"Pop yer teeth," Mundy pointed at the first one. "Re-arrange yer ugly mug," He pointed at the second. "Break your leg." His finger moved again. "And you two, you'll get so scared, you'll shit yourselves and run away."
The group of men laughed.
"Well, then, come and get my teeth if ye like, mister suit and tie!"
Mundy turned to Lucien. The Frenchman's heart was pounding so hard that the dress around the cleavage was shaking. The Aussie bent down to kiss Lucien's brow. "Stay here, baby doll, I'll take just a sec."
"Mundy, you don't have to-"
"No. I said no one'd touch you and I mean it."
"Then please, go easy on them. The last thing we need is the police after us, especially me, in this attire." Lucien said.
"Yeah, now stay right here." Mundy kissed Lucien's hand and turned to the group of drunken men. "C'mere then…" Mundy opened his suit jacket. One punch flew and the first man got unconscious before his body hit the ground. "Teeth out? Now, you c'mere…" Another punch flew and the second man hit the floor limply. "And you, yer leg…!" Mundy raised his heeled boot and that's when Lucien realised that those were brand new. They weren't brown, they were black, to better go with the suit. Mundy stomped his heel down the other man's tibia as he had wrapped an arm around his neck. Even Lucien heard the bone break and the Frenchman's thighs tensed.
Non, non, non, non…! The Frenchman bit his lip and stepped on his own toe to prevent his body from showing the effect that Mundy's confidence had on him.
"Now, both of you, d'you know who we are?" Mundy addressed the two remaining drunkards. Their knees had given up, they were on the floor, eyes wide and breath sort. As the Aussie didn't receive any response, he bent down and took one of them by his collar. "I said: d'you know who we are?" He spoke slowly, his nostrils flared and his eyes flashing fiercely.
"N-no, w-we don't know! We swear! Just thought the sheila was for the takin'! We swear!"
"Then take your mate to a hospital and if you mention my sheila'n me, believe me, I'll find you." Mundy said menacingly and didn't see that under the lamp post, Lucien bit his lip. The Aussie let go of the drunk man and dusted himself off before closing his jacket again and coming back to Lucien. He offered his hand and the Frenchman gladly held it as they started walking in the street. "Sorry about that, baby."
"I… It… Ah…"
"You alright?" Mundy asked with a chuckle.
"Oui… I think? This is quite an eventful way to start the evening."
"And it's only the start, luv'. Now, can you climb on the bike with yer dress?"
"Oui."
"Then c'mere and hang on tight."
Mundy straddled the motorcycle that he had parked a bit further away and invited Lucien to hop on behind him. He started the engine and drove through the streets. Lucien wondered what the Aussie had in mind for them but soon understood when the streets became familiar.
Eventually, Mundy parked and turned to Lucien, whose dress shimmered under the golden lights of the establishment that both men knew very well.
The Queen Victoria.
"Remember this place?" Mundy asked, helping Lucien out of the motorcycle.
"Of course, I do." Lucien answered but he frowned. "Did you book a table there? I cannot go inside, for them, I am dead."
"Relax, I know. I didn't book anythin'. Just wanted to bring you here."
Both stood side by side, about a dozen or so metres away from the entrance and Mundy laced an arm around Lucien's waist.
"Brought you here cause this is where I saw you for the first time." Mundy said and Lucien smiled.
"Are you feeling nostalgic?"
"Not really. Just been thinkin' about it all, from the start till today. We've done some mad stuff, eh?"
"Quite the adventure indeed." Lucien agreed and leaned on Mundy's side. From where they were they could hardly hear anything but the muffled sound of the music playing in the restaurant.
"When I saw you in there, you woke things up in me." Mundy said. "At first, I didn't really understand. But the more I came to your shows and listened to you, the more I understood that I just wanted to hold someone, I wanted to have someone to say the words you were singin' to. And then I realised that I wanted someone to sing those words to me… As pathetic as it sounds, I was on my seat there, and I just imagined you were singin' for me."
Lucien leaned his head on Mundy's shoulder.
"I just… I didn't even want intimate stuff, I just wanted to touch someone, hold their hands, be touched by their hands… Feel like I exist and not just drag my feet from one day to the next." Mundy sighed. "You… You made me fall in love with an idea."
Lucien raised his head to Mundy and smiled sweetly.
"With your voice, I just… I felt like I was head over heels for someone who doesn't know I exist, and I didn't even know if they did too. But I felt it in my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, everythin'. I was in love, but with no one."
Lucien grabbed Mundy's arm between both of his and squeezed him gently.
"I-I don't know if that makes sense."
"Oui, it does." Lucien said. "You had the same effect on me. I think what we felt was longing. We both had love to give but no one to give it to, no one was worthy enough of the pain and the sacrifices that one does when one is in love. Because when you are in love, then you do not count. Such sacrifices of your time, your space, your energy, your money, all those do not appear as sacrifices, they are investments. You are investing in something that you are building, as opposed to yielding to something that costs you more than what you gain from it."
"Yeah… Yeah, that's the idea." Mundy nodded.
Silence fell between them, only interrupted by the occasional passer-bys and cars. Lit by the yellow neon name of the place where they met, Lucien and Mundy shimmered in red, splitting the dark blue night.
"Why did you bring me here?" Lucien asked.
"Because that's where it all started. That's where you gave a point to my life that wasn't just kill a bloke to get revenge for my parents. That…" Mundy pointed at the restaurant. "That's the place you revived me, after ten years of draggin' my feet in the desert, walkin' around under the scorchin' sun like a dried lizard. So I wanted to come back and tell you all this before…"
"Before what?" Lucien looked up at his lover.
Mundy looked away.
"We need to go." He simply answered and walked towards the motorcycle. Lucien followed him, still hand in hand with him and at a loss as to what Mundy had in mind.
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Breathe ~ the Doctor (part 5)
A/n: I should be doing requests... I’m sorry... I just really love Doctor Who and my only other option is to watch the show where I’m at in my rewatch rather than where I’m at in this fan fiction, and I just got to the episode where Ten becomes Eleven and I’m... not ready man. Dang it.
Word Count:11,000+
MASTERLIST
When the Doctor and Rose cornered Y/n with Mickey completely out of sight, Y/n knew this was another intervention. The last time they'd done this was when they'd asked him to stop killing himself to save others. A bit hypocritical coming from the Doctor, but understandable as well. Watching one of the people you love die is bad enough once, but multiple times? Yeah no.
This time, they all knew it was different without having to say anything.
Y/n had gotten rather good at steering the TARDIS. Recently the Doctor had been letting him do it on his own to give him the experience, which had given The Doctor more time to spend with Rose. Mickey had been glued to Y/n's side because of this, trying to avoid watching his ex be with someone else. His ex, who he still loved. It was getting awkward if they were all being honest. The Doctor and Rose had stepped away from each other a lot, and it was obvious it was rather unpleasant for both of them. Instead of sitting back and teasing Y/n or recounting adventures or dreaming up possible news ones, inches apart with the Doctor's arm around Rose's shoulders, now they just talked about things from a bit of distance, with much less enthusiasm and flirting. Y/n avoided the awkwardness by distracting Mickey and driving the TARDIS. In fact, he'd learned to ignore a lot of things he didn't want to acknowledge by driving the TARDIS.
Like now. Rose and the Doctor looked at him, arms folded and faces serious, as Y/n overly focused on driving the TARDIS. Finally Rose sighed, stepping closer. "Where do you guys want to go now? I think I have the hang of this for real this time! No accidents." He waited for them to take the ease poke fun, but when they didn't he pushed on hurriedly. "I love the ocean don't get me wrong, but an ocean on another planet? Not great to open the doors on, but fun to explore. We were just lucky there was that ship there." He chuckled, but it fell short again when the other two didn't laugh. He sighed, stopping. "What is it?" He amusement had fallen, his anxiety rising.
"A while ago when we were at that school with the-"
"Weird bat people who wanted to be gods so they could fix the universe?" Y/n offered.
"Yeah," Rose agreed. A smile slipped through for a second until she swallowed it. "Brother whatever his name was - Mr. Finch. He said... he said you had memories that weren't yours."
Y/n forced a chuckle. "That was a while ago, Rosey, why are we talking about it now?"
Rose shot the Doctor a look. "Someone wanted to ignore it as much as you do. But I think we need to talk about this, because secrets are making things difficult and talking about things going on is important. Especially if it includes other people."
Y/n sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know what you could mean."
The Doctor piped up then. "Gallifrey." Y/n jerked, his knuckles going white as he gripped the control panel. "Did I ever tell you about what it was like there?" Y/n didn't respond, so the Doctor continued. "It was different than your Earth, obviously. But not just different like we've seen in places like Earth - it was really different. It was breathtaking. There were two suns there, and silver leaves that glowed when the light touched them." His voice was almost reverent, and Y/n felt his chest hurt as the image came to his mind so clearly. "The sky was the same though. A beautiful blue-"
"Blue?" Y/n looked up at him with confusion, and immediately realized his mistake. When the two men locked eyes, there was pain mirrored in both.
"What color was it really?" Rose asked softly. She knew. Y/n knew she knew. He realized only too quickly how this had been planned out, so clear and easy, to drag the truth out of Y/n in a way that he could never deny.
Giving in, Y/n looked up at the TARDIS, as if seeing the sky in person. "Orange. This glorious burnt orange. Made the leaves on the trees... glow." His voice caught and he shot up a hand to his face to wipe away a tear. "The day it was actually on fire..." He closed his eyes. "It's so clear in my mind, that day. I wasn't even there." His hands shot to cover his face, his fingers threading through his hair and pulling lightly on the roots. "God I can hear it. I can hear the music and the wind and the laughter and voices. I can feel the sunshine on my skin, Doctor." His hands dropped, head falling forward. "It's so heavy."
The Doctor moved closer, hands resting on either side of Y/n's face. "I can take it away if you want."
"No." Y/n ripped away, leaning back. "I was given this for a reason. I see so much now. I understand so much more. It hurts, but why would you ever let that pain go? It makes you stronger. It teaches you things that make you understand more. I can see things when I look at people who are nothing like me. I can understand a pain I would never have been able to experience on my own, and through that pain I have learned mercy that I should be incapable of. That I would have always been incapable of." He had been looking at the Doctor while he spoke, but now he looked away again, bashful. "There's something special about having the memories of lives you never lived, as a human. You've always said we're special, Doctor. Us humans. I think it's nice, to have the mind closest to a god one can get, while still having the heart of a human."
It was quiet for a long time until Rose moved closer to Y/n, raising her hand to wrap around the back of his neck. She kissed his forehead. "What a trio we are, eh? The human, the alien, and the one who's a little combination of both." She nudged Y/n and they both chuckled.
Y/n looked at the Doctor. "I'm sorry. I know... it's something I wished you had given to me, if I had to be given it at all. I don't know why I got them at all, but I feel like its a super invasion of privacy and-"
"You remember everything?" Was all he asked.
Y/n swallowed. "Every single detail of your life until the whole Bad Wolf thing."
The Doctor moved rather suddenly, forcing Rose to move backward as he grabbed Y/n's face and kissed him. Suddenly Y/n's mind exploded with memories, both his own and the Doctor's. He saw himself tripping over himself as he ran through an empty street, too young to be on his own but in that situation anyway. Not sure where to go or what to do, but knowing that he couldn't stop running. A little older and running again, but this time in different clothes, a small dog at his side. Laughter rang through the dark street that was teasing a sun rise. Suddenly he was much younger and making his parents breakfast because they'd had a rough night and were both super hung over; the left side of his face still hurt, and his body was tired from the rough sleep he'd barely gotten. Older again, leaning against a wall, near a fire contained in a trashcan, as a pretty blonde girl approached him with wide eyes full of worry. A few months later, as they sat at the edge of a pond, talking and laughing. She had brought him food and was complaining about how lame school was, until he told her how behind school he was. The months that came after with her teaming up with tutors to teach him all the important things he'd missed, giving him a place to stay and a job where she worked by vouching for him. Celebrating his eighteenth birthday with her by his side, and realizing that night that he was in love with her because seeing her at the side of someone else made his blood boil. More recent things, right before the Doctor had met them, where Y/n rolled his eyes and had sass offs with Mickey, who could never quite keep up with him. Things that happened so incredibly long ago, from the days that were fuzzy but distantly warm, before his parents took the road that lead them to destruction. Days that were freezing cold as he clung to the clothes he had in some attempt to keep warm. Running for his life when he got caught stealing. Learning how to do it better over time. Dodging police and orphanages for years. The few times he'd been caught, and had a small reprieve of shelter and promised food and clothes before he had to leave the orphanage, or his short stay in juvey ended.
When the two men leaned away from each other, Y/n was crying. The Doctor rested his forehead on Y/n's, pulling him close. They didn't say anything for a long time. Rose reached out and placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder, and he pulled her in to make it a hug with her sandwiched between them. The two men squeezed until Rose was half giggling and half screaming at them and only then did they let her go.
"So," Y/n sighed, shifting gears. "Where do you guys wanna go next?"
This is where the Doctor took charge. "I have an idea. Here, help me - pull that thing over there."
Y/n and the Doctor zipped around. It was so much easier with help - Y/n didn't know how the Timelord had done it all these years. Even now it was chaotic... they landed fine enough though, and soon Mickey was joining them in the control room and Y/n felt guilty for having forgotten to go and get him when the conversation had shifted. He needed to be better to the man - being around your ex and her new boyfriends was bad enough, but the others were accidentally sending signals that Mickey wasn't wanted and it was an extra sting the boy didn't need.
Making a promise silently to himself, Y/n moved to Mickey's side when the TARDIS landed. "First time out and about with the Doctor is always a little bit of a shock. You won't have it so bad since you've gotten a taste of it before, but still. Having aliens come to you is a lot different than you coming to them, so brace yourself."
Mickey puffed up his chest and Y/n swallowed the urge to roll his eyes. "I'll be fine, but thanks for the concern, Captain." They all went outside, and Y/n kept an eye on Mickey as the man took in his first non-Earth alien experience. "It's a spaceship," Mickey squeaked, and Y/n tried to make his grin less teasing and more excited. He was after all rather enthusiastic to go wandering in unknown territory. "Brilliant! I got a spaceship on my first go."
Rose was less excited. "Looks kind of abandoned. Anyone on board?" Y/n realized that she was concerned for the people who should be here, and Y/n found his heart swelling. What a good woman.
"Nah. nothing here," the Doctor answered. He made a weird face then corrected, "Well, nothing dangerous." Y/n rose an eyebrow. "Well, not that dangerous." Y/n scoffed in amusement, shaking his head. This man... "You know what, I'll just have a quick scan. In case there's anything dangerous."
That reminded Y/n of Jack Harkness, back in the days before the man who the Doctor was now. When they'd first met the infamous Captain Jack, and Rose had teased about how official he was with his scanning for alien tech. That made him sad to think about though. Jack had died the day Y/n had. He wondered what things would be like if Jack had been brought back with him. Someone to lift this burden off of his shoulders. The fear of forever, where nothing ever lasts long enough. In the span of eternity, it would be nice to have a friend who could be by your side through it all.
The others talked as the lights came on but Y/n began to walk away from them, taking in all the new things and searching the Doctor's memory to see if he knew what this was. To his surprise, he didn't. Y/n turned back, moving to the others once again. "This feels wrong," he said.
The Doctor nodded. "Honestly, had some cowboys in here. Been a ton of repair work going on." He dropped a piece of equipment, using his now free hand to point at a screen. "Now if you really want to talk about odd, look at that. All the warp engines are going." His eyebrows came together. "Full capacity." He planted a hand on the desk, leaning on it, his other hand going to his waist. "That's enough power running through the ship to punch a hole in the universe..." He looked up.
"But we're not moving," Y/n pointed out. Suddenly there was something in the back of his mind, poking at him. It was a small bother, as if someone tiny was trying to get his attention at the corner of his vision. He couldn't quite put a finger on it though.
Nodding, the Doctor looked at Y/n. Finally they saw each other for what they both were. No secrets. What sat in Y/n's eyes still scared the Timelord, but it was a relief too. Maybe Y/n would understand him, as much as a human could understand. "The question is then, where's all that power going?"
"Where'd all the crew go?" Rose piped up, reminding the others in the room once again that there was no one on board a ship. One that they all now knew was at full thrusters and should be shooting through reality itself, but was standing still anyway.
"Good question," the Doctor complimented. "No life readings on board." He began to mess with the controls.
Rose sighed. "Well we're in deep space. They didn't just nip out for a quick smoke."
"Nope," the Doctor agreed. "I've checked all the smoking pods."
Y/n reached over, placing his hand on the Doctor's shoulder. "Doctor..." It had just clicked what had been bothering him. "That smell?"
Everyone took a good whiff. "Smells like someone's cooking." Rose placed her hands on her hips, looking like she was about to tell someone off for having fire indoors.
"Sunday roast, definitely," Mickey agreed.
Hitting a button in his fiddling, the Doctor hit a switch that opened a panel behind them. They turned and began walking into a new room. One that had... a fireplace. Odd. "Well." The Doctor slipped his hands in his pockets. "That's not something you see on your average spaceship." Y/n got excited, finally able to learn and explore, and took off to get a closer look. It seemed he had done so at the exact same second the Doctor had so they were side by side as the Doctor continued, "18th century French. Nice mantle." He took out his sonic screwdriver as Y/n ran his hands along the wood, feeling the detail and leaning close to get a good look.
"It's beautiful workmanship," Y/n whispered, in awe.
"Not a hologram either," the Doctor tagged on, after checking the thing with his screwdriver then slipping the tool back into his coat.
Something dawned on Y/n and his eyes widened. "And this isn't a replica, is it?" He looked at the Doctor, eyebrows raised.
"No," the Doctor agreed. "This is actually an 18th-century French fireplace."
Y/n narrowed his eyes. "Well how is that possible? In so much time passed, the only way this thing is in such good condition is if it was fairly new, or untouched. It would have gotten scuffed or broken, needed replacements in all that time." He jerked. "Could they be time travelers?"
"You know as much as I do," the Doctor answered. And it was true. Time travel wasn't a common thing. It wasn't technology the Timelords had shared with anyone else. It was highly unlikely at best, and even if that was the case, why would someone take a mantle out of time and use it to decorate a ship? There were better and far more easily accessed things. There was a second of silence as the two men searched for clues until the Doctor drew in a sharp breath. "It's double-sided. There's another room through there."
"It can't be," Rose contradicted as the Doctor kneeled down. Y/n followed him and the two leaned against each other to make room for both of them. "That's the outer hull of the ship," Rose continued. She was looking out a window. "Look." At her command, Mickey moved closer to her to inspect.
Suddenly, there was a child on the other side of the fireplace. The Doctor smiled. "Hello."
"Hello?" the small girl replied, obviously unsure. Y/n waved politely. She nodded in return.
"What's your name?" the Doctor asked.
"Reinette," the girl responded. Y/n was surprised by the child's willingness to share infomration. It was rather helpful, but still dangerous since she didn't know them.
"Reinette," the Doctor smiled. "That's a lovely name. Can you tell me where you are at the moment, Reinette?" Mickey and Rose crouched between Y/n and the Doctor, trying to see what was going on. Rose gasped quietly.
That seemed to confuse the girl. "In my bedroom?" she offered slowly.
"And where's your bedroom?" the Doctor clarified. "Where do you live, Reinette?"
"Paris of course," Reinette responded, shaking her head slightly. Y/n wanted to say somethingm but the Doctor had it handled and the child was probably a little overwhelmed with a bunch of strange people looking at her. Having more than one of them talk to her at a time might be overwhelming and could scare her off.
"Paris, right." The Doctor grinned, shaking his head, playing off that he was just silly or confused and not the truth, which was much harder to explain.
The girl seemed to have questions of her own. "Monsieur, what are you doing in my fireplace?"
"Oh it's just a routine... fire check," the Doctor lied on the fly. Y/n shook his head, trying to hide his smile. "Can you tell me what year it is?" the Doctor asked quickly, trying to cover up the obvious lie. "Can you tell me what year it is?"
"Of course I can," Reinette answered. She smiled, amused by the funny man in her fireplace. "1727."
Well that explained the fireplace. At least, where they got it. "Right, lovely, one of my favorites."
"You say that for every time," Y/n finally spoke up. "They're all your favorite."
"Well, yeah," the Doctor relented. "I will say, August of this year though is a bit rubbish, though. Stay indoors." He perked up. "Okay. That's all for now. Thanks for your help. Hope you enjoy the rest of the fire. Night night."
"Goodnight, Monsieur," was all Reinette said in reply. They all stood, facing each other away from the fireplace.
"You said this was the 51st-century," Micky reminded rather bitterly.
"I also said the ship was generating enough energy to punch a hole in the universe," the Doctor shot back immediately. "I think we just found the hole." They all looked back at the fireplace. "Must be a spatio-temporal hyperlink," he continued to himself.
"What's that?" Mickey asked.
"He made it up," Y/n scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"I didn't want to say magic door," the Doctor complained in response.
Rose tried a go at this whole thing. "And on the other side of the "magic door" it's France in 1727?"
"Well." the Doctor tilted his head. "She was speaking French. Right period French, too."
"No, she was speaking English. I heard her." Mickey's eyebrows were so pushed together his confusion seemed to turn to anger.
"No the TARDIS translates languages so wherever we go, we understand what everyone is saying," Rose explained eagerly, always happy to have her turn knowing what's going on. Her excitement was cute. They were a clever bunch, them. Well not Mickey, but the rest of them.
That was a rude thought. Perhaps the Doctor was rubbing off on Y/n a little more than he'd thought.
"Even French?" Mickey asked.
Y/n replied, "Obviously," at the same time that Rose gave a much kinder, more patient response of, "Yep." She nudged him and he smiled, playing innocent. They began migrating back toward the mantle, and Y/n crouched down, looking through the fire. Rose and Mickey were stepped back as Mickey tried to process the TARDIS when suddenly the floor began to move.
The Doctor had found a lever, and with victory, he pulled it. "Gotchya!" That's what made the floor move, as like a false bookcase in a murder mystery story, the whole thing spun so they were on the other side of the mantle, in the room where Reinette had been. Except... they didn't mean Mickey and Rose, because they'd been too far. Only by coincidence had Y/n managed to be close enough that when the thing turned, he had gone with the Doctor.
Y/n stood, eyes wide as he looked around the room with awe. He went to say something, but then his eyes landed on Reinette, who was asleep in bed. She looked sound asleep too, despite being wide awake and moving around and talking just seconds ago. Y/n and the Doctor exchanged wide looks. They both slowly moved further into the room, the Doctor going to the window to look outside and Y/n moving around to inspect the make of the room and attempt to take a peak outside the door into the hallway.
Attempt was the word, because before he could actually do it, Reinette awoke with a gasp, sitting up in bed with wide eyes. The Doctor rushed to calm her. "It's okay! Don't scream. It's me. It's fireplace man." Y/n shot him a look, but it seemed to work. Did this child have no survival instincts at all? Two grown, strange men creeping around her bedroom at night while she slept and she's calm the second she sees the Doctor?
Well, actually, that made sense. There was a sense that one could always trust the Doctor. The same went for Y/n, but for different reasons. The Doctor was the kind of person you hid behind and trusted to run out into battle and protect you. Even if he wasn't by your side, you knew you were safe. Y/n was the kind of person who never left your side. He held your hand and comforted you and gave the sense that he would take a bullet for you while holding you in his arms, his back to the danger and you completely safe from it. Together they were quite calming. The Doctor knew what he was doing, and nothing could stop him from figuring it out and destroying it. Y/n knew less, but was far more ready to put himself in harm's way, and nothing would ever get to you as long as he was there to stand in danger's way.
The Doctor moved to the candle on Reinette's dresser, using his sonic screwdriver to light the candle and cast light in the room so the girl in bed could see him. Her eyes moved from him quickly though to Y/n. "And his friend," she told herself. It didn't seem to e something she meant to say aloud.
"Yes." the Doctor began to change, becoming softer and warmer. It was something he did only for children. It showed that huge, soft heart of his he tried to protect - even from Rose who couldn't always see through his guise because she didn't know what Y/n did. Children had always made him like this. More human. Less logical and curious and detached and more emotional. Closer. Y/n tried not to think about the time that had been most true, with his own children. How that had become so painful for him after they were gone, but how it had never gone away because he just couldn't help himself. The Doctor spoke again, knocking Y/n out of his thoughts. "We were talking, the three of us, just a moment ago. We were in your fireplace."
The girl shook her head. "Monsieur, that was weeks ago. That was months."
The Doctor looked at Y/n, who was just as surprised. Hadn't it been just seconds ago for them? "Really?" the brunette asked as he turned back to the child. He rose a hand to tug on his ear - a tell that he was caught off guard and uncomfortable. He really was a terrible liar. He turned away from her, going back to the mantle. He kneeled down, knocking on it. "Must be a loose connection. We need to get someone in here."
"Wait Doctor-" Y/n moved closer as well, a startling thought hitting him. "If time passes like that over here, do you think it's just that time is different on either side? I mean, its been seconds since we left Rose and Mickey for us but..."
Before they could brain map that out, or go back, Reinette spoke again. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The Doctor didn't answer though. He froze a second, and then his eyes slowly drifted back toward the mantle, away from the little girl, landing on the clock. Y/n wasn't sure what he was seeing, but he looked anyway, hoping it would click immediately. "Okay, that's scary," the Doctor muttered.
"You're scared of a broken clock?" Reinette asked with slight sass. Y/n was starting to like this kid.
Amusement didn't seem to be in the cards for the Doctor right now though. With all seriousness he responded, "Just a bit scared, yeah. Just a little tiny bit. Cause you see, if this clock's broken, and it's the only clock in the room..." He looked around to affirm and Y/n followed his gaze.
And that was when he heard it. He looked back at the clock on the mantle to be sure, and saw the hands were still, frozen in place. But if that was the case... "What's making that ticking noise?" It was half a question, and half a resolution as he realized what path the Doctor had gone down.
"Definitely not a clock," the Doctor provided like an answer, even though it was phrased as if continuing a sentence that Y/n had just supplied a part of. "You can tell by the resonance. Too big." He began walking away from the mantle and Y/n stayed close. Not to hide behind the Doctor as most people were happy to do, but because he was making sure the Doctor was okay - just as he always stayed close to keep people safe. "Six feet I'd say," the Doctor continued. "The size of a man."
"What is it?" Reinette asked, beginning to grow panicked.
The Doctor began to move to one side of the bed, nodding Y/n to go the other way. Only then did the men part. "Now let's think." the Doctor was all business now, taking control of a situation and figuring out the threat. It calmed Reinette as it did earlier, to see the two men to actually be who they seemed to be. Without the Doctor to watch, Y/n moved closer to Reinette, looking around the room, his body coiled to fight if necessary. "If you were a thing that ticked and you were hiding in someone's bedroom, first thing you do: break the clock. No one notices the sound of one clock ticking, but two?" He hesitated a while and Y/n felt a chill in his spine. "You might start to wonder if you were really alone. He began to kneel, looking under the bed, and Y/n moved to block the other side. The thing still might escape at the end, but the less places it had to go, the better. Y/n stayed on his feet, still ready to run or tackle something if he had to. "Stay in the middle of the bed," the Doctor instructed Reinette. "Hands and feet close by."
The Doctor looked under the bed. There was the soft whirring of the sonic screwdriver, and long silence that held far too much tension.
Suddenly, a hand shot out and the trio jumped, eyes going wide. Y/n watched the Doctor to make sure he was okay, still planted in place if the thing tried to run.
Unfortunately, the thing did run, but it moved incredibly fast. It was out from under the bed and standing next to Y/n within seconds, and all Y/n could do was stand there as the thing wrapped a hand around his throat. He went stiff, eyes wide. The Doctor moved slowly from being on the ground to raising from the floor at a snail's pace, eyes trained on the thing that was currently holding Y/n in a very compromising position.
"Reinette," the Doctor whispered softly, looking at the small girl who was facing him instead of the thing that had Y/n. "Don't look round." As she had been all night, the girl was obedient. "You." The Doctor's voice had changed as he directed the thing holding Y/n. "Stay exactly where you are. Unless of course you could be so kind as to let my partner there go." His words were polite, but his tone was dark. He was not asking. If anything, his words were a threat. The thing didn't move, either to let Y/n go or to hurt him, so the Doctor hesitated, looking at Reinette again. His face changed and he kneeled down again, but this time to grab Reinette's face with both of his hands. Y/n knew what he was doing, and he relaxed. As much as Reinette was fine with sitting there and listening to every word the Doctor told her, Y/n was the same. Both of them trusted the Doctor completely, and if he didn't think Y/n was in any real danger enough to address it, he wasn't.
"What is it?" Y/n asked softly, taking in the expression of the man now looking at Reinette like she had an arm attached to the side of her head.
"You've been scanning her brain." It was an answer, but mostly an accusation, and it was targeted at the clockwork man holding Y/n. "You've crossed two galaxies and thousands of years just to scan a child's brain? What could there be in a little girl's mind worth blowing a hole in the universe?" He let Reinette go, standing tall again.
"You've done it now," Y/n mumbled, finding himself grinning.
"I don't understand." Reinette hadn't spoken in a while, but in all that time she hadn't lost much worry, even if her fear was satiated. She was safe while the Doctor was here, but why did she need his protection at all? She turned now, looking at the clockwork thing. "You want me?"
The clockwork man looked at her - the first time it had shown any sign of thought since moving out from under the bed. In a robotic drawl, it answered. "Not yet. You are incomplete." Its hands tightened around Y/n's throat and his eyes fluttered closed as he took in his a labored breath to feed his brain air as much he could.
"Let him go!" Reinette screamed. Unlike when the Doctor had threatened the automaton immediately let go of Y/n, who dropped to his knees, gasping.
"Are you okay, Y/n?" the Doctor asked.
"I'm fine," Y/n rasped, not moving from his spot on the floor. "Keep that brain of yours working, that's what we need right now."
The Doctor hesitated, but obliged. His eyes moved to the automaton. "You said she was incomplete. What does that mean?" The thing didn't respond, and the Doctor got irritated. "You can answer her, you can answer me," he demanded. "What do you mean, incomplete?" He brought up his screwdriver and the thing responded, but not how it had been asked to. Instead, it moved around Y/n on the floor and to the other side of the bed, raising its own arm and extending a blade to press against the Doctor's throat just as threateningly.
"Monsieur be careful!" Reinette begged, worry in her eyes.
"It's just a nightmare, Reinette," the Doctor assured. "Don't worry about it."
Y/n forced himself to his feet. "Doctor," he croaked, afraid to move and startle the thing, but feeling his stress rise at seeing the Doctor in danger. Why couldn't the thing just stay focused on him? Y/n couldn't die. "What you said before, about how it can answer you if it answers her. I mean... she's supposed to be here, we aren't. What if it's not supposed to answer anyone but her?"
The Doctor's eyes widened. That could have been from the way the mechanic thing swung at him though. Y/n surged forward as the Doctor skidded back, the mechanic man following his path. The Doctor kept addressing Reinette, eyes flickering to her as if Y/n hadn't spoken. Y/n realized why when he looked back and noticed her at the edge of her bed, looking ready to cry. "Everyone has nightmares," he told her soothingly. "Even monsters from under the bed have nightmares." he leaned against the mantle, a smirk rising to his face. "Don't you, Monster?" He ducked as the metal weapon swung down at him, missing him and planting firmly in the wood of the mantle instead, sticking and leaving the clockwork machine helpless and unmoving. Y/n met the Doctor, immediately going to check that he was okay.
Reinette interrupted the scene. "What do monsters have nightmares about?" She asked. There was another question in her eyes as she looked between the Doctor and Y/n, but not one she could find words for, so she left it there instead.
The Doctor grinned at that question though, fueled by being able to answer. "Me," he told her as he leaned against the lever that turned the wall again and took the clockwork man, the Doctor, and Y/n all back back over to the ship side of this situation, leaving Reinette in her room alone.
To Y/n's relief, it seemed that neither Rose nor Mickey had moved since they'd been here last. "Doctor!" Rose exclaimed, going to run forward and greet him, but then stopping short when she saw the man clock. The Doctor raced to the side of the room, grabbing one of the guns. Y/n was far out of the way by the time the Timelord turned around, hosing the machine man down with some sort of mist. Y/n realized what had happened when the mist cleared and the clockwork man was silent and still, as if frozen.
"Excellent, ice gun." Mickey looked at the gun with intrigue.
Y/n smirked. "Fire extinguisher actually," he corrected. The Doctor winked, proud of Y/n. He then tossed the gun he was holding to Rose, who caught it and pulled it to her face to take a closer look.
"Where did that thing come from?" Rose asked as she looked at the gun.
"Here." The Doctor slipped his hands into his pockets, his brain racing as usual.
"Why is it dressed like that then?" Mickey seemed to disbelieve as usual.
"Well you can't go around somewhere you don't want to be noticed if you don't blend in," was what Y/n offered.
"Fieldtrip to France," the Doctor followed up. "Some kind of camouflage protocol." He began to walk toward the thing. "Nice needle work. Shame about the face." He pushed the mask off, knocking it to the floor to reveal the actual head of the thing underneath. What was there was a head-shaped clear, plastic shield that rested overtop clockwork, all made of gold. The Doctor's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, and Y/n gasped, moving closer rather quickly. "Oh, you are beautiful!" He took out his glasses to get a better look. "No really, you are. Look at that!" he looked at Y/n, his eyes full of admiration. Y/n's eyes were trained on the clockwork, but he felt the Doctor's gaze and nodded in silent awe. "Space age clockwork. I love it. I've got chills! Listen, seriously, I mean this from the heart - and by the way, count those - it would be a crime, it would be an act of vandalism, to disassemble you..."
Y/n snorted. "Since when has that ever stopped you?"
The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. "Not even once," he admitted. "And it won't stop me now." There was a split second, as if the thing was realizing how dangerous the Doctor was, and then it split into lots of pieces and was sucked up and away. "Short range teleport, can't have gone far. Could still be on board," the Doctor explained as he turned away, back to the mantle. "
"What is it?" Rose demanded.
"Don't go looking for it!" was all the Doctor offered in response. Y/n knew it was because the Timelord had no idea, and he hated to admit that most of the time.
"Well where are you going?" Rose shot back.
"Can I come with you?" Y/n asked, realizing the Doctor was headed back to Reinette's room.
The Doctor shook his head. "I need you to keep an eye on these two. We both know how far what I tell them to do goes." Then he hit the lever and the wall turned and he was gone.
There was only a second before Rose was ready to go off and do exactly what she'd been told not to, just as the Doctor predicted. "He said not to go look for it," Mickey reminded.
Y/n turned around, his face stern, to see Rose grinning smugly. "Yeah, he did." She looked at Y/n, daring him to stop her.
He always did as the Doctor asked, as he did now, and she knew it. "Come on Rose, it's dangerous and we have no idea what we're up a-" He had been walking toward her to stop her, but when he got close enough she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into a rather heated kiss. She leaned away too soon for Y/n to be satisfied, leaving him reeling instead.
"You were saying?" As she winked at Y/n, Mickey grabbed another one of the guns off of where the Doctor grabbed the first one, and returned to Rose. "Now you've got it," she complimented. Then she turned around and began trekking down the hall and Y/n was completely helpless to stop her.
"Wait!" He squeaked, trying to orient himself. But it was too late, and he groaned before jogging after them. Why was it always up to him to keep them in check? They never listened anyway!
Mickey went the fast way, zooming past all the important stuff as he tried to look cool with his rolls and tiptoeing. Rose followed after him, looking around corners at least and walking normally, keeping an eye out for danger. Y/n dragged at last, paying attention to everything he could without being slow enough for Rose to get out of his sight. At one point Mickey made some sound of alarm and the other two moved to him. "Look at this," he told them. "That's an eye in there. That's a real eye."
And, unfortunately, he was right. In some sort of camera, where the lense would be was what looked to be just a human eye. Something or the sort at least - it seemed to be close to human in structure. Y/n moved closer and the thing zipped away.
"That's not good," Y/n said softly. "Ships don't have eyes attached to things that should be mechanic - living parts and machinery don't mix."
Rose caught his attention again by opening a hatch lower down the wall and leaning down. Mickey leaned down with her, peering into the hole behind the hatch. "What is that? There in the middle, it looks like it's wired in." Y/n couldn't see cause there was no room to get a vantage point, so he stayed back.
Rose answered for him. "It's a heart, Mickey. It's a human heart." They leaned away, and Rose looked at Y/n. "You've never seen anything like this before? Or the Doctor?"
Y/n's expression was grim as he looked around the ship, feeling his stomach turn as he began to put something together he didn't like. "No. Like I said, organic matter and machinery have never combined well. The metal bits would get too hot eventually and..." he swallowed, turning away. "Never mind. If you two are set on wandering around, we shall continue with that." And without another word he surged forward, hands in pockets and refusing to answer.
Rose tried to pressure him but after a while of not a single word for him, the trip grew silent. Until Mickey spoke up again. "Maybe it wasn't a real heart." Safely out of sight, Y/n allowed himself to roll his eyes.
"Of course it was a real heart." That cake from Rose, and she sounded as irritated as Y/n felt.
Mickey didn't seem to like that. Neither did Y/n, but one didn't deal with things they liked by ignoring them or trying to push them away or deny their existence. You had to accept the bad things as reality in order to conquer them. "Is this normal for you guys? Is this an average day?"
"Not this specifically," Y/n answered softly.
"There aren't really average days for anything though," Rose added. "Not with the Doctor. You don't ever really adjust to this stuff."
Y/n reached what seemed to be a window into a room that looked like it came from Reinette's time. He leaned closer, trying to look in. Rose and Mickey caught up with him. "It's France again. We can see France." Y/n glared And tried not to aim it at Mickey. If the man made one more obvious statement Y/n might implode.
"I think we're looking in a mirror." Rose seemed to be handling this better than Y/n, though not by much.
Some people walked in and Y/n watched, trying to read their lips. That wasn't one of the things he knew though, even with the odd things he'd accidentally picked up from the Doctor - like sticking his hands in his pockets when he didn't know what to do with them. "Who's this guy?" Mickey scoffed as they watched.
"The king of France." Y/n was surprised to hear the Doctor's voice, but relieved too.
"Oh," Rose drawled teasingly. "Here's trouble. What have you been up to?"
"This and that," was all they got. "Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat. Got in a fight with a clockwork man - Reinette asked where you were by the way, Y/n."
"Take me next time then," Y/n shot jokingly.
"Might as well, you obviously can't keep these two where they're supposed to be like I asked," the Doctor shot back.
"Since when has anything been able to stop Rose Tyler?" Y/n defended himself.
That made the Doctor smile. "Fair point." there was suddenly a neigh from a horse as the white animal turned the corner. "Did I mention I made friends with a horse?"
Once again Mickey came in with the worst question. "What's a horse doing on a spaceship?"
The Doctor came back with irritation that made Y/n feel pleased. "Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little perspective." Y/n snorted. "See these?" He pointed to the mirror, turning attention to that instead so Mickey has to room to reply back. "They're all over the spaceship, on every deck. Gateways to history." A woman walked in the room, and Y/n tilted his head. She seemed familiar somehow. "But not just any old history," the Doctor continued. "Hers."
That's when it clicked. "That's Reinette?" Y/n asked in surprise. The Doctor nodded. He had a soft look in his eyes that made Y/n raise his eyebrows. The brunette felt the other's man gaze and turned to look, only to look away again very quickly when Y/n smirked. He was about to tease when the Doctor continued, a little more awkward this time.
"A time window. Deliberately arranged along the life of one particular woman. A spaceship from the 51st century stalking a woman from the 18th." He shook his head. "Why?"
"Who is she?" Rose inquired.
"Jean-Antionette Poisson," the Doctor replied. Y/n rose his eyebrows. French Mamés were so fancy. "Known to her friends as Reinette. One of the most accomplished women who ever lived." So that's why he was so into her.
"So she's got plans to be the Queen then?" Rose asked next, watching the way Reinette smiled at the King.
"No he's already got a Queen," the Doctor told her. "She's got plans of being his mistress."
Y/n's eyes went wide. "I'm worry, are we talking about- oh my stupid human brain, we're talking about THE Madame de Pompadour?" Y/n hissed, his eyebrows coming together in surprise.
The Doctor grinned. "Only and only!"
Y/n snorted. "You're just a man after all," he teased. Rose and Mickey both realized the Doctor's infatuation then too, Rose scowling and Mickey snickering quietly to himself.
The Doctor however, decided to ignore his comment. "I think this is the night they met. The night of the Yew Tree Ball. In no time flat she'll get herself established as his official mistress with her own rooms at the palace, even her own title. Madame de Pompredour, as Y/n so kindly recalled earlier."
Reinette moved toward the mirror, fixing herself, but looking straight at the four people she didn't know were looking back. "Queen must have loved her," Rose snarked quietly. Y/n silently thought that she was rather beautiful - a notice that had probably been what had made Rose think of that in the first place. He noticed the way the blonde looked at Reinette, and then took a peek at the Doctor. Y/n internally sighed. This girl and her jealousy...
"Yeah, they were actually really good friends," the Doctor stated in response to what she'd said.
"The Kong's wife and the Kong's girlfriend?" Mickey scoffed. When he said girlfriend, he looked directly at Y/n, and Y/n felt his anger rise.
"France," the Doctor dismissed. "Different planet." Suddenly he froze, and Y/n looked back through the mirror to see Reinette turning around, facing a man that was looking away from her. The thing turned and-
At the same time the Doctor and Y/n both lurched forward, pushing the mirror so it turned as the wall had at the mantle before, surging into the room as one. At some point he must have grabbed one of the guns because he suddenly hosed the thing down with it, freezing it as he had the one from before. Except this one... was working against that frost.
"Fireplace man," Reinette shouted in surprise. She then saw Y/n and grinned. "And he's brought his friend this time." Y/n tipped his head in greeted and she gave a small courtsey in response.
"What's it doing?" Mickey asked, in reference to the whirring sound coming from the clockwork man.
"Working its gears, trying to heat the ice." The Doctor tossed the gun back to Rose, who it seemed he'd stolen it from in the first place.
"And what happens then?" Mickey continued.
"It kills everyone in the room," the Doctor answered with a frown. Just then the arm of the clockwork man shot forward, hand reaching to choke the Doctor as it had once tried to choke Y/n. The Doctor was expecting it though, and was faster to react, jetting out of the way before it could succeed. "Focuses The mind, doesn't it?" He stared at the machine with authority. "Who are you?" He demanded. "Identify yourself." The thing only tilted its head.
Y/n stepped forward. "Remember before, Doctor? In Reinette's room?"
The Timelord nodded. "Right." He looked at Reinette. "Order it to answer me."
That seemed to confuse her though. "Why should it answer to me?"
"I don't know," he offered honestly. "But it did when you were a child." He looped around, moving to stand behind her, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "Let's see if you've still got it." Y/n smirked to himself. What a damn flirt.
Reinette turned to the living machine. "Answer his question," she ordered. "Answer any and all questions put to you."
The machine lowered its arm. "I am repair droid seven."
"And what happened to the ship?" The Doctor asked. "That's a lot of damage."
Y/n sucked in a breath and for a second, all eyes except the driod's turned to him. He looked at the machine though as it answered, "Ion storm, 82% failure."
"What did you find out, Y/n?" The Doctor pressed. So Y/n stepped forward, hoping he was wrong.
"The ship hasn't moved in a long while, hasn't it?" Y/n asked softly. "It's taken you a while to fix it - why?"
"We did not have the parts," the machine answered.
"You didn't have the parts you needed to fix your ship?" Y/n's voice was beginning to taint with horror, and the others looked at him with pre confusion, unsure as to what he was getting at. "So you're stuck in the middle of nowhere, ship broken down, no way to move, without the parts you need, and you had to do something." Y/n shook his head. "Why here and now? Why Reinette? What are you looking for here?"
"We did not have the parts," was all the machine answered.
So Y/n changed his question. "What part are you looking for?"
"What?" The Doctor couldn't make sense of that question. "They couldn't be looking for any parts here - it wouldnt make any sense at all. What about the crew?"
Again, the machine answered, "We didn't have the parts."
Y/n sighed, closing his eyes. "We found a camera with an eye in it. A heart, wired into the ship." He opened his eyes again, looking at the Doctor. "They didn't have the parts, so they used what was available to them."
The Doctor's eyes widened. "They used the crew." The others gawked, except Y/n who had known since they'd seen everything before. "It's just doing what it was programmed to do. Using whatever it can, wherever it can find it. No one told them the crew wasn't on the menu. What did you say the flight deck smelled of?"
Rose was stunned, her eyes glossing over as she remembered what she'd said then, and how it must have connected in Y/n's mind later. "Someone cooking." Her answer came with detached horror.
"Like I said. Machinery and organic material- they don't mix." Y/n's eyes dropped to the ground.
"Flesh plus heat," the Doctor added on. "Barbecue." A heavy silence fell, but the Doctor had never been good with silences so he didn't let it settle. "But what are you doing- oh!" He looked at Y/n, then back to the machine. "You're here for a part."
"One more part is required," the machine responded in confirmation.
The Doctor's voice dropped. "Why haven't you taken it?"
"She is not complete," the machine responded. Y/n remembered that it said the same thing that night in Reinette's bedroom.
"What so that's the plan then?" The Doctor jerked back in half mocking disbelief. It was a ridiculous plan, to be fair. "Open up more and more time windows and scanning her brain, checking to see if she's done yet?"
Then Rose jumped in with a brilliant question. "Why her?" She asked. "You've got all of history to choose from- why specifically her?"
"I mean The Doctor said it didn't he?" He realized before the machine could respond. "The most successful woman in history. Brilliant, and incredibly accomplished. I mean, the Doctor could probably go on for years about all she's been able to do. Her mind - her brain, the part they need - it's... I mean sorry if this sounds bad, but it's brilliant. They had to choose someone. Why not her?"
The machine looked at Y/n. "We are the same," It agreed.
"The same?" Reinette spat. "We are not the same! We are in no such way the same!" She panicked, and before anyone could stop her she ordered the thing, "Get out of here this instant!" It disappeared and Y/n ran into the ship, looking around the corner. It was gone though. The Doctor yelled something and Rose and Mickey took off running.
Before Y/n could join then the Doctor called, "Y/n, stay with me!" So Y/n turned around and reentered the room with Reinette and the Doctor. He closed the mirror, realizing it was actually a window instead. He left the other two to do their thing as he turned to the wall, looking at the decorations with a close eye. He felt the need to soak it all in, and whatever the Doctor was doing he didn't actually need Y/n's help, otherwise he would have called him over.
He heard their flirting as the Doctor looked into Reinette's mind, and he rolled his eyes at their antics. That was... until Reinette said something that shocked both of the men in the room. "Oh Doctor, such a lonely childhood." Y/n turned. "So, so lonely. Lonely then, and even lonelier now."
"What are you talking about?" The Doctor asked. "You've never been lonely once in your life." Suddenly he jerked back. "Since when did you start calling me Doctor?"
She just looked back at him. "A door once opened can be stepped through in either direction." She stepped up to him. "Oh Doctor. My lonely Doctor." She was so beautiful, and she looked at him with so much love. She'd said he was lonely... only then did Y/n fully understand Rose's jealousy. Was he not enough? "Dance with me," she asked. Y/n turned and moved away, through the window and into the ship, walking back to the flight deck and to the mantle to cool off. He was suddenly angry, and all that ever did was cloud his mind. The Doctor needed him sharp - feelings couldn't get in the way. How could he ever blame anyone for falling in love with the Doctor? Hadn't he done it himself?
His eyes found the mantle, and he drifted toward it, pulling the lever. He ended up in Reinette's room. Or... her old room he supposed. He heard footsteps, many footsteps, and ducked behind a curtain.
Unfortunately for him, it seemed to be a very bad time. The room was being emptied, and it seemed that the mantle was going now. Which meant... there was no way back. He peeked our, trying to think, and was immediately spotted. "Y/n." He looked over in surprise to see Reinette of all people. He slipped out, a stiff smile on his face.
"Hello, Reinette."
She seemed to sense his slight disdain. "I'm sorry for that night. I remember - that was the last time I saw you. I saw you two in his head, and I... well, I didn't realize until later when he was leaving. What it meant, and why you left. I'm very sorry." Y/n slipped his hands in his pockets. The other people in the room seemed to hesitate, but then left when the two seemed casual enough. Only one man stood outside the room in order to give them privacy of sort while also making sure Reinette stayed safe. "Have You two had time to talk? I don't know what happens on your dude of things."
Y/n shook his head. "Back there... there's kind of not much time. I mean, where I come from... well it's a bit complicated."
She looked at the mantle, then back. "Do you need to go soon?"
Y/n sighed. "You broke the connection, and I can't fix it from this side. The Doctor will be here soon I'm sure. Until then, if you want to ask, I'm more than happy to answer. I... I think I need some air. Just a bit maybe."
She smiled. "Wonderful."
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Three years. Y/n did not age, as he had long since stopped doing, but Reinette did. The two became very good friends, and she kept him a secret from other people. They got attached to each other, but even if they hadn't it wouldn't have mattered. For some reason The exists that he knew weren't working. He couldn't figure out how to get back onto the ship. So he waited for the Doctor - the long route, just like everyone else. He had to say, he didn't mind it. Sticking by Reinette's side was kind of refreshing. When he drew a line she knew to withdraw, but otherwise they talked about everything - and they especially bonded over their deep feelings for the Doctor.
Over time, Y/n adjusted to life in France. It was odd, and he tried to stay away from people and out of any news or such as much as he could because it all confused him and he was worried about changing too much, but for the most part it was fine. He became Reinette's footman - a thing that had been a bit of scandal for a while, but nothing too big as it had been written off as her secret brother or cousin or something. It was too clear too soon that they weren't lovers, and that was what mattered.
Even Y/n and the King got along. It was the day that the King had asked for his company riding horses that Y/n returned to a frantic Reinette. "Those friends of yours just turned up and said in five years they're returning. The clockwork men. I..." She slouched in disappointment. "You weren't here. I tried the entrance again after they left, but it was suddenly locked like all the others. I- I'm so sorry Y/n, I forgot to tell them about you. There was so much going on-"
"No worries my lady," Y/n dismissed. "This way I'll be right by your side when those things come. It's the best place to be really." He smiled and after a second, so did she.
And so five more years passed.
It had been eight years without the Doctor, and Y/n had matured a lot. He'd been allowed his own room to breathe. Oddly enough, his memories of the TARDIS never faded and he found himself missing the Doctor and Rose and even Mickey. He had found this sort of life nice and refreshing at first, but it was boring now. He had a lot more skills - horse riding and sword fighting and cooking and baking. He had even picked up carving, and had seen lots of history up close and personal. But it wasn't with the two people he loved the most.
There was something that kept him from going back though. A question that stuck stubbornly in the back of his mind.
Did they miss him at all?
Perhaps that wasn't fair. It had been eight years for him, but probably not even an hour for them. A horrible thought occurred to him at one point. They might not have even noticed he was gone yet at all.
That thought was what made him hesitate.
The day came that the clockwork men returned, and Reinette rushed to her mantle to call for the Doctor. When she stood, she turned to Y/n. "What do I do?"
Y/n pressed his lips together. "As the Doctor asked. He will come Reinette, I swear to you. He doesn't break his word. That's not the kind of man he is. He will save you."
She looked at him, noticing easily his wording as they knew each other too well not to notice such vital things. "Will he not rescue you as well? Take you back and await from here?"
Putting his hands in his pockets - a habit he still had, even after all these years - Y/n looked away from her. "May I ask you something? A favor? Something very important to me?"
"Of course," Reinette agreed earnestly.
"When he comes," Y/n began. "Do not tell him of me. Not unless he asks." Reinette was going to argue, but then seemed to see the importance of the second bit and hesitated only a second before nodding. That was when the mechanical men came for her. They took her, and forced Y/n to stay, holding him at needle point in a threat. Reinette assured him that she'd be okay, because the Doctor would come. So Y/b stayed in the room and listened to the door lock, letting him know he was all alone with no way out until this whole thing was over.
So he sat. And he waited.
Until the door opened again, and he ducked for cover just in case. It was not the clockwork men... it was however, the Doctor, who he was just as eager to hide from.
"It's not a replica," Reinette was saying. "It's the exact same one. I had it moved here, and was stern about it being kept in exact detail." She left out the fact that Y/n had suggested it, which made him realize the Doctor had yet to ask about him.
"The fireplace," the Doctor cooed, smiling at the memories the thing brought up. "When did you do this?"
"Many years ago," Reinette answered. "In a hope that a door once opened may be opened again." Y/n pressed into the wall, wishing he could leave. He didn't want to be here for this. "One never quite knows when one needs ones Doctor. Or his friend."
"I'm sorry that Y/n didn't come with me." Y/n tended against the wall. "He was on the other side when I jumped through. Good thing though - he'll be able to get the other two home. So there's that." Wait what?
Reinette hummed in thought. "They are trapped there without at least one of your there?"
The Doctor paused. "Well, yes..."
Without leaving him room to answer, Reinette pressed on. "The mantle appears undamaged. Do you think it'll still work?"
"You broke the bond with the ship when you moved it," the Doctor told her. "Which means it was off line when the mirror broke- probably what saved it. But..." he suddenly moved to the mantle, taking out his screwdriver. It was a sight for sore eyes, and Y/n couldn't handle it. He slipped away, out of the room and away from the Doctor and the mantle and the woman who had become his best friend.
Reinette joined him after a while. "He's gone again, our Doctor." She sighed. "He said he would back in just a moment but..."
"That's The thing with time windows," Y/n sighed. "Time is a fickle thing. Passes different only one side than the other. Seconds to him..."
"Years to us." Reinette nodded. She hesitated a while then turned to Y/n. "Why did you hide? He didn't ask for you because he thinks you're on the ship."
Y/n watched the stars outside, thinking about a life where he'd never see them again. It was a terrible thought. "At first it was jealousy and insecurity. A stupid thing I suppose, but it was meaningful then. The way he loves even people he's just met. The way he loves, but still feels lonely because he refuses himself any joy, even to allow others to love him. It scared me. That say you said he was lonely... you know he shouldn't have been though. He had me, and Rose."
"She won't be around forever," Reinette pointed out.
"But I will." Y/n's voice was raw. "But that wasn't even really the point... I don't know, I just thought- I thought love was a hard thing, so I avoided it for years. It came slow to me - far slower than most people. As much slow to me as it comes fast to the Doctor. I've loved two people my entire life, and now I'm staring eternity in the face with only the possibility of a happy ending with one. And... he's so strange. He's not human, and he's consumed by this loneliness that makes him so hard on the inside. So far away. No matter how far I reach, he is always out of my grasp. I can know, but I do not understand. It puts things between us. I mean- we'd never do well in this life. This slow life. He rarely ever kisses me, and sometimes he ignores me altogether, because he values knowledge above all else and is terrified of love, as much as I used to be." He looked at Reinette again. "What if I'm not meant to be with them? People question my never waning age here, but otherwise I do very well. He would do well without me, just fine. But I will suffer without him. It makes me feel pathetic."
Reinette was quiet a long time. "It is hard for a human to love an angel. I can't imagine playing at having that love returned, never quite sure of how real it is or much it will stick or how long it will last. Playing at a dream, hoping to delay the time until you wake up."
Y/n sighed. "He'll be back one day. Perhaps I will know the answer then."
So they waited, both of them. They waited so long. So many years for such a long time that Reinette died before the Doctor came back. When he did, Y/n stood outside in a suit in the rain, watching the carriage go with her body inside, heading off to be buried. Y/n watched, and he decided that after all these years this was the moment that proved to him all the pain and insecurity and hesitation and not being quite sure was all worth it. The danger didn't matter. Neither did the slight loneliness. Because when one loves an angel, and that glorious being dared attempt to return such affection, even a little bit was worth it. It would be the best love Y/n ever experienced, and that would be enough.
When Y/n came inside, the Doctor was waiting for him. "You've been here all this time?" Y/n nodded. "How long?"
Y/n slipped his hands in his pockets. "I had been here eight years when her 37th birthday. Now she's a little over 40 so... somewhere between ten and twenty years?"
The Doctor hesitated. "Do you prefer it here?"
Y/n looked around. "No." He looked back. "I did have a long time to think though. I... I know a lot about you, Doctor. And you far less so about me. I know that we rushed things, You me and Rose. I understand if you need to take a step back. I don't want you to feel like we have to do anything, or be anything. I-" he sighed. "I don't want you to feel lonely with me around. I just want to be what you wish for, so that you may not feel lonely anymore. Loneliness - it's a terrible feeling."
After a second, the Doctor smiled. "I haven't seen you in so many hours, and for you it's been a decade and a half - give or take. And after all this time, what you've come to realize about your life is that you like this life of ours? Danger and confusion and guessing and all? Me, and my nonsensical ways? You'd chose that over this, and to have it you'd be anything I asked you, even if it meant sacrificing your own feelings?"
"I suppose that's what love is," Y/n shrugged. "Willing to help you be happy, even if it's not with me."
That made the Doctor shake his head, even as he continued giving a small smile. "She told me you were jealous of her. How you were I have no idea. I'd rather have you and Rose at my side any day. Though..." his smile wavered. "I do wish I'd been able to show her just one star up close."
Y/n nodded. "I wish you'd been able to as well."
The Doctor approached Y/n, taking his hand. "So. Back to the TARDIS then?" Y/n nodded. "You can only come if you come as my lover though." He said in with an airy voice, sounding a little like how Reinette used to refer to the King.
It made Y/n chuckle, softly. The fact he could find amusement on such a sorrowful day was quite wonderful. It's what Reinette would have wanted. "Of course, Doctor. I'd have it no other way." So they did go back, and for now, that was the end of it.
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hi could you do a Kili one? One where you confess to him but he rejects you for Tauriel, but after a while he realizes he made a mistake but it’s years before he finds you again and by that time you have moved on and started a family with someone else. Sorry if it’s too specific!
“ What a wonderful festival!” you said to the boys. Fili nodded in agreement while Kili slammed down another ale.
“ I’d say, m’lady your’e falling a little behind on your’e ale. Quit now and I’ll give you mercy. Kili joked.
“ Ugh you dwarfs with your ale” You crossed your arms in defeat. Fili smirked and found a lady eyeing him. She winked as a invite to dance with her. He wandered towards her as the lively music aroused laughter.
“ Hey why don’t we play a trick on my uncle eh?” Kili slurred. You nodded while smiling mischievously. It would be harmless of course. Don’t want to piss of the king.
Kili snuck behind his chair taking his ale when Thorin looked away. You’d replace it with water. Thorin would dump the water furiously putting new ale in his cup only to have it replaced with water. You watched as Thorin grew angrier at the scene. The last sip of water had him chucking the mug across the forest in huffing off to find a new barrel.
Kili and you ran from the see because Thorin surely had to have seen you behind him in his huffed pace. He pointed at you two as you ran deeper in the forest.
Once the coast was clear you sat by a stump with ragged breath trying to slow your racing heart. Kili let out breathy chuckles. It’s always fun to see Thorin get so frustrated every now and then. You knew you’d be in for an earful once you got back.
Kili sat next you patting your knee.
“ That was good trick. i’m sure he was fooled that the whole barrel was water!” he said chuckling again.You snickered as well.
Silence came between you as you stared at the party from afar. All the glimmering lights and fire. They knew how to party. Everyone who had a instrument was playing it. Slowly you grabbed Kili’s hand to admire the view. After a few minutes you turned to look at him.
“ Kili” you spoke softly.
“ Yes m’lady” he responded. Without thought you went in for a kiss as your lips touched you felt sparks between you. It was breathless. He pulled away as he turned a bit.
“ Y/N I can’t be with you... My heart it belongs to Tauriel. Only to Tauriel. I am sorry but we will not work.” He said hesitantly. With each word it broke a different part of your heart.
You stood up and brushed the dirt off you. Walking toward the party, Kili never followed you back. The tears stained your eyes as you made no contact with anyone walking back to your house. Never again would you think about Kili.
__________5 YEARS LATER_______________________________________
It was the summer time once again your son were was out making weapons out of the twigs and rope. He was learning as quick as he could to help his father hunt. Your little girl was inside playing with her daddy and he tickled her sending her into a giggling mess. This was a bliss. Something you wished for, it was a dream to have this life. Your husband loved you dearly as he made sure all the children were okay. You sat outside to watch the boys play, rubbing your stomach.
“ This ones a girl, I’m sure of it.” you whispered. It was to early to tell.
The sky was beginning to darken as you yelled for your son to come in. He ran in the door as you warned his to be careful. Before entering you felt uneasy. There was someone watching. You grabbed your dagger and slowly walked to the bushes.
“ Wait!” the man bellowed.
There stood a shaggy man with small stubble,
“ Remember me, it hasn’t been that long has it.” Kili said softly.
You weren’t angry but confused and a little happy to see your old friend.
“ It’s been so long how are you?” you asked.
“ I am well. We miss you back home.” he spoke.
Something was bothering him, you could tell something bad had to happen.
“ Why are you here, Isn’t Tauriel going to be worried?” he questioned.
“Tauriel rejected me after you left. “ he stated. He had small tears in his eyes.
You hugged him to comfort him. “ I want you” He whispered.
You stood back and shook your head.
“ It’s too late Kili, I have a family and a baby soon. You had your chance. We can be friends and you can be an uncle to the kids but nothing more.” you said.
He sniffled agreeing with you. He knew he messed up. He should of had you back then. Seeing you with a family he could of had broke him. There was nothing he could do now. He shook his head and went in for another hug.
“ I am ok with that. I miss you antics. It’s not fun without you in my life. If this is the way to be in it, I’m ok with that.” he said while embracing you.
“ Want some ale um come meet the family.” You said gesturing him in.
He came slowly as he saw the bright children look at him bewildered but eventually embraced him as well. This could work he thought to himself.
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DMC Secret Santa 2020
Warnings: None
Devil May Cry - Vergil x Lady
Fanfic summary: Lady and Vergil completed their mission early giving Lady some time to do some last minute shopping. Once done, they are welcomed back with a holiday party.
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Hi @unlucky-leek! I’m your secret santa for the @dmcsecretsanta event! Happy holidays!
Lady was sitting on the ledge of a building, reloading her hand guns. Afterwards, she examined Kalina Ann II. Her brows knitted together when she saw the deep claw marks. She hoped Kailina Ann wasn’t too damaged. Lady never intended to use Kalina Ann II as a shield but she had to. If she didn’t, she would have been chopped into pieces. Kalina Ann II didn’t appear to have too much damage. She tried to examine the inner parts but knew Nico would do a better job. Lady determined Kalina Ann II was alright for now, then placed it on her back. Once Kalina Ann II was secured she started to search for Vergil.
Lady followed the demonic cries. She shot a couple demons down along the way. Shooting them was a mundane task compared to earlier. Barely any thinking was involved, giving Lady the time to go through her thoughts. She noticed Dante was assigning her more missions with Vergil recently. Lady was nonchalant about it. She doesn’t mind working with Vergil. In fact, she was happy to work with him; to be with him. Although, Vergil seemed to detest working with her more than usual. She had no idea why. She didn’t think she was that bad of a partner.
Lady found Vergil finishing off the last demon. A clean slice through the demon’s neck was all it took. The head rolled onto the ground. Vergil tapped the body so it would fall backwards. He swung Yamato through the air, removing the demon’s blood from Yamato. He sheathed Yamato, then turned to Lady. He was greeted by her cute little smirk. Lady’s hand was on her hip and she was playfully tapping her foot. Knowing Lady finished her portion of the mission before him irked Vergil.
“Is that all of them?” Lady saw that Vergil's scowl was deeper than usual. This meant something was bothering him. To get his mind off of it, she decided to tease him.
“Of course. Why else would I be here waiting for you?” She blew Vergil a kiss as she swiftly walked past him. Vergil silently hoped Lady didn’t see any indication of a blush. His eyes briefly lingered on her swaying form. He tried his best to ignore Lady. He was in no mood to jest with her or deal with his feelings for her. To keep himself from doing either he listened to Lady. She was more than eager to deem their mission “complete”. She craved a night of fun and relaxation. Vergil on the other hand could care less. He would prefer to get back home and continue the book he was reading. Well, part of him would.
Another part of Vergil wished he could hold Lady in his arms. He could never get himself to show his emotions let alone tell anyone his desires. Ever since he got back from the Underworld, he tried to get along with everyone. It was no easy task, especially after everything he’s done. He started to feel lonely when he realized no one wanted to be around him. He remembers a few missions went by before Lady started treating him decently. Soon after, the others started to warm up to him. As time passed, Vergil started to develop feelings for Lady. Vergil never expected Lady to return the feelings he had for her. He sighed then caught up with Lady.
Lady was on the phone, talking to Nico. She was letting Nico know where to pick them up. Nico explained the van was experiencing issues. She may not get to them for a few hours. Lady found this to be a pleasant surprise. She wanted to take the opportunity to wander around town and go shopping. She had some last minute shopping to take care of. Lady told Vergil he could go home. Vergil decided to stay with her to make sure all the demons were eliminated. And to spend more time with her.
Lady admired the decorated city. It was filled with colorful lights, drapes, ornaments, and many more decorations. Lady noticed she was not the only one who had some shopping to do. There were lines of people everywhere. Some of the lines were long enough to go around buildings. Everyone was racing everywhere with bags and boxes. Cars were back to back searching for a parking spot. Vergil questioned Lady’s decision about shopping. He suggested she order everything online. Lady dismissed Vergil’s concern then went to the first clothing store in sight.
Vergil slumped in a chair, attempting to read a magazine that was lying around. He was waiting for Lady to come out of the dressing room for what felt like the millionth time. He couldn’t figure out how many clothing stores he went to within the last couple hours. At each one Lady tried on an infinite amount of outfits. Each time Vergil would give Lady a simple compliment or give a subtle show of approval. They were not the reactions Lady was looking for so she would go back to the dressing room and change. When she was done trying on outfits, they would move on to another store. It was an endless cycle Vergil no longer wanted to be a part of.
A few men tried to give Vergil advice on how to make the cycle end. One man said to be dramatic and really show how much he liked the outfits Lady picked. Another man told Vergil to tell Lady what he liked about the outfit. Vergil made a “tsk” sound, then sulked in the chair. He was hoping Lady would find an outfit soon then decide to go home.
Lady stood in the dressing room. She looked at the clothes she chose to try on. She wasn’t sure what to try on next. The outfits she tried on so far varied from professional to slutty. The whole time she has been trying to find something that would “wow” Vergil. Lady knew this would be a hard task to accomplish but come on. There had to be something that would get a genuine reaction out of him.
Lady went through everything she picked until her eyes caught sight of a dress she picked out. On a hanger was a backless cocktail dress with a sterling silver chain. The dress was midnight blue with a bit of shimmer to it. There was a slit down on the right side starting at the upper leg. Lady almost chose to not try it on. When Lady shops for clothes, she looks for outfits she can fight in. She was unsure if she could fight in it without it getting ripped to pieces. If she had to be honest, she chose the dress because it was cute. Eh, what the hell?
“What do you think?” The men trying to converse with Vergil gasped, awed by the sight before them. Vergil lifted his head curious enough to see what was in front of him. Lady walked out of the dressing room straight to the multiple mirrors on the pedestal. She was looking at herself in the mirrors from all angles. She nearly missed seeing Vergil’s reaction: widened eyes, mouth slightly agape. Lady was more than certain she saw a small blush on Vergil. She turned to Vergil smirking. Pretending to be coy, Lady put a finger on her lip, then spoke. “So I take it you like it.”
Vergil tried to compliment Lady but he got tongue tied. Lady couldn’t help herself from laughing at Vergil’s reaction. Vergil’s small blush grew from embarrassment. Vergil wanted to turn his blushing face away from Lady. Thankfully, Lady was merciful and went to change. The men congratulated Vergil on ending the cycle for the night, then started to talk about Lady. Vergil was not pleased with everything he heard. He gave all the men the coldest death-glare he could ever muster. Immediately, all the men left, terrified to find out what would happen if they didn’t.
Lady was hiding her excitement over Vergil’s reaction to the dress. To her, it was more of an accomplishment than completing the mission early. Lady bought the dress even though she knew she wouldn’t wear it often. She gave Vergil the packaged dress then made her way out the door. Vergil chuckled to himself then pursued Lady.
They were walking around town with no destination in mind. Vergil was thankful Lady managed to finish her last minute shopping. Lady started a conversation about their holiday plans. She was going to hangout with Trish (and more than likely do more shopping). For the first time, in a long time, Vergil was going to spend the holidays with his family. Lady couldn’t help but laugh at Vergil. His expression when he told her his holiday plans got to her. She could tell Vergil wasn’t too ecstatic to spend the holidays with Dante. To be honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if they got into another fight. Well, at least Nero would be able to stop them if it happens.
“Come on!!! Hurry up!! I wanna go ice skating!!!” A little kid, followed by others, zoomed by. This caused Lady to almost bump into someone. Vergil grabbed onto Lady’s hand and pulled her close to him. He pulled Lady to him with a bit more force than necessary. To keep her from falling onto him, Vergil twirled her into his arm. For a second, Vergil thought Lady leaned into him; tried to get closer to him. He quickly dismissed the thought. Believing it was his desire to be with her misinterpreting the situation. He unwrapped his arm, then released Lady’s hand.
Surprisingly, Vergil’s embrace was warm and welcoming. Lady wanted to stay in his embrace longer; to savor it. She could have sworn she felt Vergil nuzzle his face in her hair. Maybe she was delusional. Lady wouldn’t deny Vergil letting go of her so quickly hurt. Lady wasn’t completely upset. She knew Vergil wasn’t fully comfortable with physical contact. She wished he would be willing to hold her and let her hold him. She also wished Vergil would enjoy being with her.
“I think that’s Nico’s van.” Vergil looked ahead, noticing the beaten white van. Lady playfully challenged him to race to the van. It was no surprise Vergil won. It was a surprise he teleported ahead of Lady at the last second. Lady was ahead of him but not by much. He could have easily passed her. Because of this Lady teased Vergil about cheating. Vergil didn’t refute. He smiled to himself as he decided to let Lady have her fun.
“Why is it so cold in here?!” Vergil could see Lady’s breath with every word she said. He noticed Lady was trying her best to hide her shivering. Vergil never realized how easily humans could get cold. He wrapped his coat around Lady’s shoulders. Lady immediately accepted Vergil’s offer by sliding her arms through the coat’s sleeves.
“I told you earlier! The van’s heating stopped working. I tried to modify a part...something happened…” Nico cursed to herself as she made her way through the crowded town.
Lady fell asleep during the ride. Her head rested on Vergil’s shoulder. Vergil pushed some of Lady’s hair away from her eyes then let his mind wander. A few times, he snuck glances at her. Seeing her in his coat was pleasant. For a bit, Vergil believed Lady was truly his.
Dante was sitting at his desk already drunk from eggnog. Most of everyone else was putting up the last of the decorations. Trish was helping Kyrie put food on the table. Dante welcomed everyone back then declared the holiday party could officially begin. Confusion filled the air. Nico didn’t know Dante celebrated the holidays. Lady doesn’t remember Dante ever doing so. Vergil was trying to process what was happening. Nero explained that Dante needed an excuse to avoid seeing Patty. They shrugged it off, then went to do their own thing.
“Psst. Dante.” Nico grabbed Dante’s attention before anyone else could. She motioned for Dante to come to her. She waved her hand in front of her face. She didn’t expect Dante’s breath to reek of eggnog. Nico ignored it as she talked to him. “Hey, I think Vergil has a crush on Lady.”
“I AL-ALREADY KNOW LADY LI-IKES MY BROTH-HER! WHY DO YOU THI-INK I KEEP HAVI-ING HER GO ON MISSIONS WITH HIM?!” Dante’s drunken outburst was unexpected. Nico slapped her hand over Dante’s mouth to prevent him from blurting anything else. She whispered at Dante to shut up, then looked around them. A sigh of relief escaped Nico. Thank god, neither Lady nor Vergil were around.
Wait, did Dante say Lady likes Vergil? Nico got Dante to quietly repeat what he said. She had to make sure Dante wasn’t mixing up the names. After Nico got him to repeat Lady likes Vergil multiple times, she came up with an idea. She asked Dante if he wanted to help her get Lady and Vergil together. Dante replied to Nico’s mischievous offer with a smirk. Nico whispered some ideas to Dante. Dante left Nico to find Vergil. Nico recruited Trish to help her and Dante. Trish thought what they were doing was childish. She also thought it was about time Lady and Vergil got together. She noticed they both had feelings for each other months ago.
“So, I hear you like Vergil?” Trish teased Lady. A blush raced across Lady’s face. Lady was unsuccessful in convincing Trish it wasn’t true. Trish couldn’t stifle her laughter. She made Lady feel like a love-struck teenager all over again. Nico encouraged Lady to make the first move. Lady quickly brushed her and Trish off. She believed it was the holiday spirit taking over them. There was no indication that Vergil had feelings for her.
“Both of you say Vergil likes me. It doesn’t seem like it to me.” Lady told them about how Vergil’s been treating her recently. Nico and Trish assured Lady it was Vergil attempting to ignore his feelings. Lady sensed they weren’t lying. But what if they’re wrong?
“Drink this and confess already. I’ve been waiting for months.” Trish gave Lady the liquid courage Nico brought. Lady’s blush strengthened. She didn’t think her feelings for Vergil were so obvious. To make Trish and Nico leave her alone, Lady drank the liquid courage.
Vergil tried his best to behave. As the night progressed, Vergil got closer to losing it. Non-stop Dante has been bumping him into Lady. Vergil tried to ignore Dante. He even prepared himself for Dante’s drunken antics. Except Dante changed the amount of force with each push. Some bumps were feather light. Others felt as if Dante was a battering ram. He knew they weren’t accidental or at least not all of them. He couldn’t understand why Dante kept bumping him into Lady. Dante knowing his feelings for Lady never crossed his mind.
“Watch it, Dante!” Dante’s last bump made Vergil push Lady into a wall. Vergil pushed Dante away from him. He turned to Lady, checking to see if she was okay. Lady told Vergil her shoulder might bruise but she was alright. Vergil gave Lady’s shoulder a quick rub. He restrained himself from kissing her shoulder.
“Cccooome ooonnnn, Verge. Lighten up. It was an accident.” Dante made his way to the table holding the eggnog.
“Don’t you think you had enough for tonight?” Trish thought it was best to cut Dante off for the night. It wasn’t worth Dante and Vergil getting into a fight. She attempted to block Dante. Dante reached around Trish for another glass. Vergil swiped the glass from Dante. Dante reached for the glass as Vergil stretched himself as high up as he could. Everyone watched Dante climb onto Vergil to retrieve his eggnog. Vergil lost his balance causing him to spill the eggnog and Dante falling on top of him. Vergil pushed Dante off of him. Dante grieved his momentary loss, then remembered he could get another cup. Vergil carried Dante to his room. A loud “bang” followed by the sound of a lock could be heard from upstairs.
Lady watched Vergil go straight outside to the fire pit. She knew he wanted to calm himself before interacting with anyone else. The orange-yellowish glow revealed he was once again deep in thought. He stared into the flames as if he was searching for something. Lady went to Vergil with the hope of getting his mind off of whatever he was thinking. She greeted Vergil making sure her company was welcomed. His low hum was Lady's indication she wasn’t bothering him. Lady sat next to Vergil, facing her palms to the warm fire.
"Why did you come out here? I can tell you're already cold again?" Vergil wrapped his coat around Lady. Lady chuckled, amused Vergil would be so willing to lend her his coat so quickly. She explained that she was concerned about him. There was no reason for him to come outside by himself. For him to continue to be alone.
Vergil conversed with Lady. She took the opportunity to ask what Vergil thought of her. She explained he’s been more aloof around her than usual lately. She didn’t believe it was because she couldn’t handle herself on missions. So she concluded it was something else. Vergil apologized to her. He had no idea he was treating Lady so coldly. The last thing Vergil ever wanted her to believe was that he didn’t want to be around her. The temptation to tell Lady his true feelings for her were at their strongest. Finding the words to do so eluded him. He pushed his hair back, then stared into the flames. Lady sat back waiting for Vergil to explain himself.
“Ever since I returned from the Underworld, I’ve...been having difficulty adjusting to the human world.” Vergil solemnly looked at Lady. Lady sensed Vergil’s expression was asking her for something. She thought it was for reassurance and maybe compassion.
“You’re doing a better job than you think. Knowing you, it’s more than adjusting to your new life that’s bothering you.” Vergil chuckled at Lady’s statement. She was right. There was more. There always is.
Nico, Trish, and everyone else discreetly watched Lady and Vergil. No one could figure out what they were talking about. Nico couldn't wait any longer to find out if they were getting together or not. She snatched the mistletoe from the hallway. Nero and Trish attempted to stop Nico. Determined, Nico marched outside.
“I’ve also been trying to comprehend my feelings...for you. I think I lo-” The sound of Nico barging outside interrupted Vergil’s confession. Lady and Vergil were confused. It didn’t seem like anything of importance needed to be taken care of. Vergil could sense Dante was still locked in his room. No words were spoken as Nico held the mistletoe above Lady and Vergil. They hesitated.
The sound of racing heartbeats filled the air. No one knew how long Lady and Vergil stared at each other. Both of them were figuring out what to do: kiss or don't kiss. To them, they couldn't tell how the other would react. To everyone else, it was more than obvious Lady and Vergil have feelings for each other. Dante, no longer able to wait, screamed from his bedroom window. "COME ON, VERGE! KISS HER ALREADY!"
Vergil couldn’t ignore Dante’s drunken encouragement. He couldn't back out of kissing Lady. (Not that he wanted to.) If he did, Dante would never let him hear the end of it. Lady watched Vergil, wondering what was going to happen. The composure Vergil had dissipated. A rosy blush appeared on his cheeks. Oh how much he wished the flames could conceal it.
Vergil tentatively caressed Lady's cheek then kissed her. Lady's eyes widened but soon relaxed. Lady pushed Vergil's lips back onto hers as soon as they left. She wrapped her arms around Vergil’s neck, pulling him closer to her.
Everyone cheered, happy Lady and Vergil were finally getting together. If it was possible Lady and Vergil would have died from embarrassment. Dante’s drunken cheer became too much for anyone to handle. Even himself. Dante fell out the window when he tried to get a better view of his brother kissing Lady. Nico triumphantly left the two lovebirds to help Dante back inside.
Vergil pulled Lady into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. Lady’s arms rewrapped themselves around Vergil’s neck. She rested her head on his shoulder. Vergil gently ran his hand through Lady’s hair as he looked at her. Lady noticed Vergil’s expression was more relaxed than before. She could see the love he has for her in his eyes. A small smile formed as Lady kissed Vergil’s cheek. Vergil kissed Lady’s forehead, then her lips. He tightened his embrace as him and Lady watched the flames dance. Finally, they could enjoy their night together.
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Of Treaties and Nervous Rekindling
Leon x Male!Reader
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Word count: 1667
Warnings: Nightmares
A/N: This is a third try of writing this as they kept turning to multi chapter stories, if I turn the original into a multi chapter fic I’ll post it on AO3. See if you can find the small film reference.
Tagged: @fandom-star
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Being in the great hall has got to be the stupidest thing that you have ever done and there is a long list. If Constantine, your idiotic King, got us killed out of good intentions you swear to Furies that you’ll kill him in the after life. A black domino mask covers your face as you kneel at King Arthur’s fury. He is yet to know who you all are yet and boy he is going to have a heart attack, fun times. Sloane has her raven black hair covering her face as she is shoved to her knees, making you growl at the cocky knight who thought he could be boastful. Zathrian’s auburn hair has been un-neatened by an almost comically large man. King Arthur’s voice booms across the hall. “Who are you and what is your business in Camelot?”
“I am Constantine, King of Dumnonia.” He speaks in an authoritative tone.
“What?” The King seems shocked
“A letter was sent informing you of our arrival a month ago, we are here to simply renew a treaty.”
“Merlin! Get the documents on my desk now.” He growls.
A scrawny servant runs from the King’s side past you. Minutes later he and other knights enter and you see Leon. It had been over a decade since you last saw him and damn he grew up, probably taller than you now, hair hasn’t changed one bit. You’re now thankful for the mask you were wearing otherwise he would have known it’s you straight away. The serving boy hands the king the letter and you can see the embarrassment on his face as it proves your innocence.
“I apologise for the misunderstanding, we thought-” The King started
“That we were here to kill you, don’t flatter yourself.” Sloane snaps.
“Slo, play nice.” Constantine tells her sternly before standing up.
You follow suit. “It was an honest mistake, do you want to try again on the first impressions.” Constantine rensures.
The King looks shocked, but having Uther as a parent would make him think he was going to be punished for a mistake such as this. You brush yourself off, in an attempt to be somewhat presentable. “That would be appreciated, your Majesty.” Arthur nods.
They made their introductions but you were busy scowling at the now apologetic looking knight, Gwaine, who shoved Slo on the ground. Until she elbows you in the ribs causing you to grunt and childishly stick your tongue at her. She flicks your nose and laughs as it scrunches up. Zathrian is smiling. “Behave.” Constantine turns around after shaking the King’s hand to scold us.
“But…” Zath tries.
“No buts or ifs. My apologies, they are children I swear.”
“What are your names?” Gwen asks, you didn’t even sense her coming in the room.
“Zathrian, m'lady.” He bows down respectfully.
“Sloane.” She nods.
“Ulrich Von Liechtenstein.” you smile coyly, why you said that you don’t know.
Zath and Slo double over laughing and Constantine gives you a glare but you just shrug it off. “That’s not his name, he just thinks he’s funny.”
“(Y/n), at your service sir and on the contrary I’m hilarious.” You smile, removing your mask stuffing it into a trouser pocket.
You look at Leon and he is smiling, oh gods that smile it felt like everything good in this world smacks you in the face. You smile back. “(Y/n)? Your name sounds familiar.” Arthur asks.
“It should, your father did torture me after all.” I raise my eyebrow, where is my damn filter you think. All traces of happiness dissipate from your face with all fairness. You do look scary when you appear monotonous.
“What do you mean?” He asks, you turn to get Constantine’s approval he nods.
“I used magic to save a child’s life.”
“You have magic.” He looks at you with anger and disgust.
“Yes, sire.” You remain stoic with your jaw tensing.
The knights of Camelot tense up, Leon eyes them before looking at you. That's when you know he doesn’t hate you. He’s worried. You shake it off and bow down at the King’s feet and mercy. If he were to kill you a war may start but it would be against a dishonorable man, if he shows mercy and a willingness to learn there is hope for Albion yet. “Rise, I wish to understand not to do harm.”
“Oh thank Clementia, really I thought I was going to die.” Shit that was out loud.
“One condition, it's not to be used to harm any one.” He adds.
“I can't, my magic lies in the art of healing, transformation and a few other things.” You explain.
“What do you mean?” The king asks
“Everyone’s magic is different, I can’t use spells that purposely inflict harm unless threatened.” You shrug.
“Good to know.” He seems to relax.
“That’s why I stab people instead.” You smile.
“(Y/n)! Stop trying to be funny. It will get you killed!” Constantine nearly shouts.
The knight with shoulder length hair starts to laugh hysterically. You just smile and look down holding in your laugh, looking at Leon he’s smiling. Constantine looks ready to cry, out of frustration probably. The King is unable to respond. Zath grabs my shoulder and pulls you out. “Us two are leaving before the wanna be Menander kills himself.” He drags you out without another word.
You sigh in relief as the doors of the great hall close behind you. “Thanks I couldn’t stop.” You rub that back of your neck awkwardly.
“No problem, tavern?” He suggests.
“Are we allowed to go without Slo?” You ask seriously.
“It gives an opportunity for Constaloane to happen.” Zath justifies.
“Fair lets go.” You agree.
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Both of you came back after a couple of tankards and Zath is drunk off his ass, lightweight. While you’re a little fuzzy. You spot the serving boy from the hall. “Kid!” You catch his attention.
He turns around smiling as he walks up to you. “Hi can I help you, Sirs.” He asks.
“Don’t worry about titles, but could you show us to our rooms if we have them.”
“Of course, follow me.” He whispers seeing Zath close to asleep on you.
You drag Zath to his room, and put him on the bed. “Thank you…”
“Merlin, Sir (Y/n).” He smiles and nods.
“Thank you Merlin.” You return the smile.
You enter the guest room and collapse onto the bed and sleep overcomes you in a matter of seconds.
A crack of a whip resonates through a dark cell a pained groan follows, another crack and another. Chains rattle as a boy pulls on them in an attempt to break free. High pitch whistling signaled trouble brewing under the surface. The boy’s skin started to crack golden light seeping from the cracks turning pure black. (E/c) eyes started to well up with tears as he felt himself being torn apart. Screams erupt from his throat and the boy is replaced with a mass of hissing black smoke.
You bolt up sweating and panting. You groan and stretch, the sun is peeking over the horizon so you decide to change into your armour and head over to the training field that you had spotted the previous day. There is a training dummy already set up, you draw your sword and begin hacking into it aggressively and it takes mere minutes for you to destroy it, yet you feel no better. You look around desperately for something to take out your rage, fear and sorrow on. You hear a cough, your head snaps at the direction of the noise. It's Leon. He walks up to you slowly as if you were a scared animal. “(Y/n), we didn’t get a chance to talk yesterday.”
“Sorry.” You look to your feet.
He backtracks quickly “No it’s not an issue, obviously you were nervous being back here.”
“Eh you know, son of Uther kinda scary.”
“Arthur has grown.”
“I know.”
“But I’m not here to talk about Arthur.”
You smile and shake your head. “I suppose not.”
“You left without me, why?”
Well that escalated from a trot to a full on gallop. But you manage to get words out. “I couldn’t uproot you from your home and family.”
“That should have been my choice to make.”
“You know what, I don’t feel bad if that’s what you want. I was tortured, I got literally torn apart. You would have got killed, and that would have been on me!” You defend.
He looks taken aback. “What?”
“Slave traders, I suppressed my magic then boom… a lot of people died.”
He touches your face and you want to lean into the touch but you can’t seem to. So he initiates the hug instead keeping you in a tight hold, you hesitate to return it seeing it has been a while since you’ve been held. You both stay like that for a while, before Leon breaks the hug with a heartbroken expression. You dread what he is about to say. ”Do you think we could ever be possible?”
“I don’t know… I’m not the same man you loved all those years ago.”
“Then let’s get to know each other again, let me fall for you all over again.”
“Sounds like you already started.”
“I started as soon as I saw you smile.”
You smile up at him. But inside you are conflicted, if this were to work out how will it work. You love your new life, Constantine is more than just your King he is your friend he gave you a chance when no one else would. Sloane was the one who pulled you out of rubble after you exploded. Zathrian forge your nobility papers to get your foot through the door of knighthood. But you guess you’ll cross that bridge later and pray it goes well for the both of you.
“Come on we have a treaty to deal with.” You start walking.
#bbc merlin#leon#ocs#reader#arthur#gwen#merlin#gwaine#percival#male reader#sir leon#arthur pendragon#sir gwaine#sir percival#leon x reader#leon x male reader#night terrors#nightmares#x reader
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Ice Skates & Flowers:
Based on this image for a flower wall:
Tagging: @smolbludandelions & @m0nstergeneration20xx ; @seijohlogy
You sighed as you sat down on your dorm room’s bed. You shook your head as you stare at the ice skates leaning against the base of the bed frame. You were baited into going on a double date with your best friend, whom as half of the entire third year class at inarazaki knew, who had a crush on the unattainable Miya Osamu. His brother, on the other hand, thirsted after the praise of his fans every once in a while. You didn’t like the obnoxious blonde because of his playboy persona, yet somehow your friend convinced Osamu to go on a date in the middle of winter break. Upon hearing this, his brother, whined until he was going to accompany his twin and his date. That was until your friend opened up her mouth and suggested you go with them.
“Ice skating? He actually wants to go ice skating. Can you believe that?!” she yelled into her receiver.
“Wait a sec,” you said. “You do know how to skate, right?”
“Well, yeah,” she replied. “But you’ve been doing it as a hobby for so much longer. You can even do the fancy spins!”
“Ughh...Chang-San. Did ever occur to you that osamu just wanted to go out ice skating with you because he gets to hold your hand?”
“Eh!!??”
“Great. Now that I broke you, and in the kindness of the holiday spirit, I will go and be Atsumu’s date because you decided you’d want me there on a whim without asking me. Also, you know how I feel about about the pretentious jerk!”
“I’m sorry y/n-San! You know I couldn’t say no to him.”
“It’s fine. Just meet up at the ice rink like you agreed with the boys. I’ll be there earlier since I’m going to warm up with a few laps.”
“Hah. Ok. Later!”
—[The day]—
The date went accordingly, yet surprisingly well. Osamu and your best friend branched off a few times at the rink to talk and exchange friendly flirtatious touches. You, on the other hand, laughed several times as your date could not stop falling.
“Just hold on to the rink wall,” you teased as you slowed to a stop.
“I’d like to see yer skate two laps around me,” he challenges. “Without falling.”
You roll your eyes at him and agreed. You told him to wait there to watch you on the second lap; as you pass him the second time, you slow down a little and stop in front of him. I don’t like him, I really don’t, but he looks so annoyed he can’t have fun. Mercy on the Miya Atsumu just because one it’s the holidays & two, my Chang-san really likes your brother...
“Want to finish this lap with me?” you ask, both your hands are extended out in front of you. He gives you a curious stare asking quietly if you can skate backwards comfortably. You chuckle.
“O’ course I can, this is my domain,” you explain waving a hand around the arena. “Much like how the volleyball court is yours. So what do ya say Miya-kun?”
Atsumu catches your hand in a wobbly manner and grips your wrist while he pushes off the wall with the other one. After one close call of you skating backwards and coaching him when holding your hands, he is able to gain a little more confidence. His brother and your friend return to the rink skating side by side talking and maybe Osamu teased his brother for not being able to skate so well; Osamu holds your friend’s hand as they skate off passing you two.
Atsumu curses under his breath as he holds your hands tighter saying at least he got to finally hold hands with one of their classmates whom he found very pretty since second year. The confession he made caused you to let go of one of hands before he realized what he said in real time.
“D-d oyou mean that?” You ask gliding slowly in front of him bending your elbow until he was almost directly in front of you. Your eyes glanced down as he held your hand a little tighter. The playboy prince of the volleyball club actually likes you? I-is that why he’s so rude and somewhat callous when he turns down almost every love confession he receives? Yet as pretentious as he his, Miya Atsumu just confessed, in public, loud enough for you to hear him... Unbelievable.
“Ev’ry word princess,” Atsumu’s voice is a little shaken up by how he awkwardly confesses rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You let go of his other hand and he’s falling a little forwards, yet he catches his balance without slamming face first on the ice. He’s improving with keeping his balance.
“Atsumu, I’ll challenge you like the kids I teach here,” you say. His eyes give a curious stare. “I’m going to create some distance between us and you skate towards me. Even if you fall, I want you to get back up again. Keep trying to arrive here on your own, ok?”
“Ok,” he responds. You spin on your heels and skate a few yards away from him. The distance is just a few feet, but you call him over. There are other people and families who skate past you two, but both of you don’t mind. On the other side of the rink, your friend and her date char for a little bit, still holding hands.
“Can’t believe your brother confessed how he feels toward her,” she says with a giggle. “I just noticed how much he liked her one day when he saw her head to the vending machines during lunch.”
“Couldn’t shut up about how she scoffed at him for a few days either,” Osamu smiles. “You know, I think you’re just a kind hearted as she is. Thank you for asking me out today.”
“Eh, it’s no problem,” she replies as they pass you two again. “Think Atsumu’s going to reach her in time?”
“I don’t know,” osamu shrugs. “But it’ll be fun watching him fall a little more, yeah?”
After a few minutes, and possibly three falls later, Atsumu definitely had caught up to you. He skated half the rink in that time since you kept expanding the distance in between. The shaved ice on his pant legs had left a slight stain there, but he didn’t mind when he grabbed a hold of your hand. Although he was a little out of breath, you laughed amused by his neutral face of displeasure.
“You look so annoyed,” you explained. “Aww, don’t pout you big baby. Look! You skated half of the rink on your own.”
“I don’t care, I want to finish the lap with you,” Atsumu says, a slight pink hue stains his winter’s blush further. You nod as you offer to skate side by side with him, which caused his heart to beat to quicken.
—[Christmas Day]—
After the date with the Miya twins, you went back home for the remaining holidays. Ordinarily, you don’t give your home address to anyone other than your teachers for the records or Chang-san who send you Christmas gifts. Now the list expanded to the Miya siblings (in case they got into a nasty fight, one of them could stop by to cool off). What you didn’t expect to find when you opened the door that evening was Atsumu, dressed up in his winter garb, looking he stepped out of a UNIQLO catalogue.
“Can we go somewhere y/n-san?” He asked.
You told him to wait a few seconds while you grab your coat and yell over over your shoulder you had a friend at the door and you’d be back in a few minutes.
The winter sky was gorgeously dyed a deep magenta, rust colored orange, & lavender as you walked with Atsumu talking about the gift exchange you had with your siblings. Chang-san mentioned her gift would arrive later. Both of you arrive at a cafe not too far in the next neighborhood over. Atsumu paid for your hot chocolates while you exited wishing the owners a happy holiday. You two sat on a bench nearby facing the playground in an park not too far from the cafe.
“What’s on your mind?” you ask sipping the cocoa.
“I’m gonna be honest with ya,” Atsumu begins, swirling his cup in one of his hands. “I like you. A whole fucking lot.”
You nod. Ah, emotions. Miya-kun you really have no filter when confessing do you?
“And I got you this.” He pulls out a small box with a faux magnolia bloom on the top. “You don’t have to accept my feelin’ but I still wanted you to have it.”
You take the box in your hand asking him to hold your cup from the cafe. “Can I open it?”
He says nothing, but nods. You don’t know why he’s suddenly so different and quiet around you since he’s always so loud everywhere else. Maybe he’s nervous because you might not like the present he asked his brother’s date from the ice arena what you like (or what suits your style).
Your eyes widen when you open the lid, then you look up at him. Inside the box was a silver chain with a decadent detailed snowflake pendant in the middle of two smaller ones.
“It’s pretty Atsumu,” you say. “The necklace must’ve cost you a lot. Are you sure you want me to keep it?”
“Yeah. Don’t have anyone else to give it to,” he said.
You hand the box to him and as you pick up your hair you ask him to put it on you. He listens, places the cups down on the bench, and closes the clasp of the necklace. You feel his warm breath on the side of your neck before his lips graze over your neck. He backs away when you release your hair from your hands, you turn to face him picking up your hot chocolate cup.
“I don’t have anything to give you right now, so I’ll give you this instead.”
You tell him this, a small smile tugging on the corners of your lips as you press your lips on top of his and hold his shoulders for a moment. Your lips stay there for a few seconds before you pull back a little. His face looks adorably handsome the more flustered he became aware of what had happened.
“Best Christmas ever,” he whispers to himself.
Although you pretend not to hear that, you continued to drink your hot cocoa. You chuckle asking him if that action counts as a confession (in truth, the date at the ice arena caused you to develop a small soft spot for the capricious athlete), which it totally counts for him.
When you walk back to your place, he stops in front of your door. Before you go back inside, Atsumu places a hand on your shoulder and asks:
“Ever had a new year’s kiss babe?”
—[social media dump]—
*will tag Pinterest for art used when links are found again*
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