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ijustwant2write · 3 years

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Fight or Flight-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @ladycolinbridgerton)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hiii,Love your writings! Could you do something Bridgerton, Anthony x reader where the reader tries to stop the duel and gets hurt? Angst/fluff?!’

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (sister-in-law), Collin Bridgerton x Reader (brother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Duel (guns, mention of death), injuries, angst, fluff

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Collin and I laughed as we both carried Violet through the foyer of the home, clearly someone had too much to drink. My mother-in-law continued to deny this through her giggling.

“Of course not, you are completely sober.” Collin joked as we made it to the stairs.

“And I’m sober enough to know when you’re being impertinent.” Violet said to her son, still holding my hand.“Good night dears.”

“Good night mother.”

“Good night.”

Collin and I shared a look as she went upstairs, failing to hold in our laughter. We both doubled over as we laughed, until we heard someone call us. Turning to our left, we saw Anthony and Benedict in the doorway.

“Come here.” Anthony hissed.

“Good God. Did someone die?” Collin whined.

“What? What’s happened?” I asked, suddenly panicking.

“Collin, get here, now.” Anthony instructed, his younger brother complying.

I followed.“Anthony, what’s wrong? Is someone hurt? Are you in trouble?” I didn’t mean for all the questions but I loved him too much for something to happen to him.

He shoved Collin inside, stepping out and shutting the door behind him.“It doesn’t concern you darling. Just go up to bed.”

“Wait,” I grabbed onto his arm before he could get away,“Anthony, please don’t shut me out.”

“This isn’t for women’s ears. Please, do as I say.”

Anthony kissed my forehead tenderly, before he quickly ripped his arm away, looking sympathetic as he did so. The door shut, and although I was tempted to burst in there, I knew this was something out of my league. Sighing, I reluctantly walked away, slipping off my heels before slowly making my way upstairs.

As I prepared for bed, my mind was distant. I couldn’t stop wondering what their meeting was about. Anthony looked stressed (even more than usual), and the fact that the eldest brothers were together meant this business was serious. Once my maids were finished and gone, I sat up in bed, having left some candles lit. At first I thought reading might take my mind off things, but the romantic novel only made me think of my husband more. I was tired from the ball, feet throbbing from dancing, which made me believe I could fall asleep. I wasn’t able to fool myself, unfortunately stuck awake again. Groaning in frustration, I stood, making my way to the door. I hesitated, wondering if I should really go storming downstairs when Anthony told me otherwise. No, I had to check on my love.

Opening the door, I heard someone else do the same. Poking my head out, I looked down the hall, seeing Daphne also awake. She rushed towards me, grabbing my hand without a word and dragging me out of my room.

“Woah, Daphne, woah, slow down!” I exclaimed quietly, stopping her at the top of the stairs.“Why are you rushing downstairs? What’s wrong?”

“My brother is doing something terribly stupid, and I cannot stand by doing nothing.” She said, tugging on my arm as she continued her route.

That made my heart beat even greater, terrified for what my husband could be a part of. I kept up with her, still tightly holding her hand until we burst into the room the men had their meeting in. Collin was the only one in there, looking alarmed when he saw us.

“Where have they gone?” Daphne demanded to know.

Collin sighed.“Daph-”

“Tell me where this duel takes place.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Duel?! Anthony has gone to a duel?! With who?!” I exclaimed.

“So that I may prevent it from happening.” Daphne continued.

“Hastings has done you a grave dishonour.”

“Can someone please explain what is happening?” I stood beside them, though neither took any notice.“What does the Duke of Hastings have to do with any of this?”

“Surely you wish to see him pay?”

“Not with his life.” Daphne snapped back.

“Anthony is dueling with Hastings?! What if they kill each other?”

“It will not come to that.” Collin finally addressed me.“The Duke will remember his honour once he finds himself on the deadly end of a pistol.”

“And if he does not?” Daphne said.

“They will both do the gentlemanly thing and fire their pistols wide. Now allow them to bring this ugly business to a conclusion themselves.”

Daphne groaned as I began pacing around the room.“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that said? Myself and (Y/N)? That we should leave the men to their business and to not concern ourselves with such weighty affairs? Whose affairs, right now, are my future, my family.”

“This isn’t going to end well, you know it Collin.” I stopped walking around, crossing my arms over my chest in frustration.

“(Y/N) is right. Anthony is too angry to fire wide and Simon is too stubborn to yield. You did not see them in that garden.”

“No, I did not, and neither did anyone else. You should be happy that no one saw anything.” Collin pointed out.

So something dishonourable happened in the gardens of the party. Something that has cause my husband to want to duel an old friend. Part of me felt slightly angered towards Daphne, she had been playing with fire around the Duke, it’s all Anthony went on about for the last few weeks.

“Only someone did see.” Daphne realised.

Collin and I stared at her wide eyed.

“Cressida Cowper. Collin, you must tell me where they’ve gone.”

“I’m coming with you.” I declared.

“Neither of you are going, Anthony will have my head-”

“Collin.” I stood in front of him, putting on the angriest face I could.“My husband may be about to lose his life and I knew nothing about it. Believe me, he will be reprimanded for that, but if you do not tell us where these stupid men are right now, it will be me having your head, not Anthony!”

After pressuring Collin to reveal where the men were, we raced to the stables, both Daphne and I still in our nightgowns, with only a cloak to cover us from the wind whipping against us as we rode. Our poor horses were not expecting this early call, using what energy they had to gallop as fast as possible. My throat was dry, heart racing and mind drowning with thoughts about what could be happening right now. Had they even started? Were the shots fired?

We rode out of the country and into large fields. It seemed that we would never reach them in time. I kept my eye out for any signs of people or horses, praying that my husband wouldn’t be bleeding out on the ground. Why hadn’t he told me? He hadn’t even said goodbye. All I got was a simple kiss on the forehead, nothing other than that. Even if he did survive, he would have to leave this place, but was he going to leave without me?

“There they are!” Daphne shouted to us, speeding her horse ahead.

“Daphne! Wait!” I yelled after her, but she was too far away.

There were multiple bodies up ahead, and it looked like the duel had only just started, they were taking their steps already. I urged my horse to go faster, screaming Anthony’s name, but he couldn’t hear me. The men turned, ready to aim and fire. Tears started falling down my cheeks, quickly drying from the wind hitting my face. I was getting so close, but it still wasn’t enough. Daphne had somehow made it to them, but as the gunshots echoed out, she was caught in the middle of it, her horse rearing up and throwing her off.

As she landed on the ground, my horse also got spooked, rearing up as hers did, though I managed to stay on. However, it went hurtling forwards, and I couldn’t regain any control. I screamed as I tried to grab the rein again, feeling my balance slip away. One minute I was managing to stay upright on the horse, the next I had fallen off to my left, with my foot still hooked onto the stirrup. My head hit the ground harshly, and I was dragged through the dirt and grass as my horse continued to gallop. I couldn’t make out where I was, or what was right or left. Suddenly, the horse started slowing down, the dragging finally stopping. As I figured out where I was, my head still spinning, I felt someone lift my leg out of the stirrup and slowly onto the floor.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) can you hear me?” Anthony gently held my face in his hands, kneeling beside me.

“My head...” I moaned.

“It’s alright, my dear.” an older man appeared, and I only just realised he was also kneeling beside me.“You’ve hit your head quite hard, you’ll likely have bruises along your back, and your leg will ache. But it’s nothing rest won’t fix. If you have severe headaches, you should call upon me again to give you something for it. For now, I shall forget I ever saw any of this, just as we agreed.”

“Thank you doctor.” Anthony breathed out, helping me sit up as the doctor walked away.

I clung onto his arm, using my other hand to pull his face closer to mine. I kissed him hard, relieved that he was still alive and unharmed. He seemed to be feeling the same way as me, until I pulled away and slapped him round the face. His mouth was open in shock.

“That’s for going to a duel without telling me.”

“(Y/N), I...what?”

“I can’t believe you thought you could just go and get shot, or shoot someone and leave me behind! What would happen to me? I couldn’t bear it if you died, or left, either way, I am furious with you!”

“Darling, I had to do it. He dishonoured Daphne, therefore, dishonouring our name.”

I tried to stand by myself, though felt dizzy, annoyed that I had to have Anthony to help me. He kept his arms around me, and although I loved the feeling, knowing he was safe, I had a hatred for him in that moment.

“But why wouldn’t you tell me?” I looked up at him, ignoring the throbbing in my head.

“We would have to leave society, make a life as...I don’t know what but we wouldn’t be allowed here anymore.”

“So? Do you really think I regard myself so highly that I would diminish my love for you to remain in society?”

“What?”

“Anthony, I would rather leave all of this behind, and be with you wherever you go in the world. That fact that you think I would prefer to live without you hurts me.”

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean-”

I slipped out of his hold, hopefully stable now.“I don’t want to speak of this right now. I’m finished with this topic of conversation.”

Anthony knew there was no point trying to reason with me in that moment. It was also no time to argue when there were more pressing matters at hand. He huffed, only walking away from me once Collin approached, letting me loop my arm through his for support. I watched as he glared at Simon, who was in a deep discussion with Daphne.

“We must resume before someone should find us.” he said to Simon before taking a pistol from Benedict again.

“There will be no need to resume.” Daphne spoke up. We all looked at her, wondering how she was going to stop the duel.“The Duke and I are to be married.”

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We had all ensured we were home before any of the staff could see us, slipping out of our dirty clothes and stuffing them under the bed. I had struggled, feeling nauseous as I rushed. But as I lay down in bed, my headache suddenly returning and my back aching, I heard the door lock. Anthony threw the key onto his desk in the room, hands on his hips as he paced.

“Anthony.” I tried to stop him.“Anthony, please don’t do that.”

“I’m thinking (Y/N).” he mumbled.

“Then why don’t you think in your office? You’re making me dizzy. And nervous.”

“Do not speak to me like that. You do realise how this might tarnish our name?”

“They’re getting married, it will be fine Anthony.”

“It does not matter, he still dishonoured her, I saw it myself.”

“And you have not done that yourself in the past?”

That made him stop in his tracks. His head turned to me so quickly I though his neck would snap off.“They were not eligible ladies.”

“And that makes a difference? Anthony, I need to rest, please leave me.” I turned onto my side, pulling the covers higher so they almost covered my face.

He groaned, and I instantly regretted what I had said. His footsteps were loud as he made his way to the door, but I never heard it being unlocked. He sounded like he was now approaching the bed, and I found out I was right when the bed dipped in front of me me. I opened my eyes to see Anthony shuffling around, and I heard two light thumps on the floor from taking off his boots, before he lifted and covers; he shuffled in towards me, gently putting his arm under my pillow, moving as close as he could to me.

“You are right.” his voice was quieter now.“I, along with many men, have...done things in the past. Those women are, were meant for those things, but as soon as I saw you in the room, I knew I had to approach you. I remember that beautiful blue dress you were wearing, and how well you held yourself. But you were still so enticing, I found you to be so interesting, yet you only spoke with me for five minutes. You danced so elegantly, yet I still thought I could keep up with you.”

“If you are trying to make me swoon so I forget all about earlier, it isn’t working. You use the same story every time.” I said.

“Because it’s one of the best ones. I could retale about the time I saw you first promenading, the balls and social events we coincidentally went to, how I called upon your house-”

“Anthony, you may stop.” I tried not to giggle, but my smile was evident.“I am still angry at you for putting yourself in such an idiotic and dangerous situation. However, I deeply admire your love for your family, I know you would do anything for them. Just...if you ever do anything like that again, you are to inform me of your plans. I go wherever you go.”

“I promise. I was stupid to think I could do that to you. I just wanted to make sure you would still have a good life.”

“The only way I would have a good life is by being with you.”

Anthony smiled, tenderly kissing me.“You should rest darling. You’re hurt.”

“As long as you stay here with me.”

“I promise.”

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widow-maximov · 3 years

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Can you do a Natasha x reader of them finding out the reader is expecting, and basically they hadn’t told everyone else about their relationship yet and now they decide to because of r’s pregnancy~ 🦋✨

Of course! This definitely will be a lot of fun to do, Thank you for sending this request.

If anyone wants to tagged in my future work, DM me or use the requests to leave a tag so you'll be notified when I post, I don't have a limit on tags so whoever wants to be tag, feel free to message me.

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Finally

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, a lot of fluff :3

Summary: Having a secret relationship with the famous Black Widow is hard enough, but what if Y/n finds out that she's finally pregnant..

Word count: 2.3k

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Here you are, alone in the bathroom sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you bounce your leg up and down, staring at the test that you just peed on, the anxiety in that moment cannot be explained but one just have to experience themselves.

You always wanted to start a family and throughout all the attempts you seem to fail each time, you and your girlfriend of 4 years have decided to finally start a family, the subject with your girlfriend was tough as she always was afraid of doing something wrong and ruin the child's view on her just like it did on her when she was small.

People might wonder who is this girlfriend that you decided to take a huge step with, well it's nonetheless Natasha Romanoff, the woman who swept you off your feet the second you laid your eyes on her.

Let's back track a little, shall we?

5 years ago

It was a difficult and stressful time for you, you have been working your ass off so you could get recognised by Tony Stark, he was going to pick someone to work along him for his new project and you were up for that task, you knew if you were good enough he would definitely take an interest in your work.

Where you currently worked paid you the minimum and it just wasn't enough so when you heard about the offer, you took it without thinking twice, you knew that this would be a good opportunity for you and being recognised world wide for the work you did with him would bring more and better job offers.

Even if you had slight doubt about the work you did for this, you were picked out of everyone who took part. The happiness you felt in that moment was unimaginable, you felt so proud of yourself and Tony was too.

You was quick to work with Tony, he needed someone asap and what you provided him was more than enough, you were finished within couple days, it wasn't until day 3 that you actually managed to leave the place with him, he was going to walk to you around and show you some stuff that he created, but of course that didn't go unnoticed by the team.

Tony knew that if he introduced you to them, there would be a possibility of you being spooked by their loud strong personalities but he took the risk as they were his family in a way.

They were more than happy to meet you and you were fascinated by their weapons and how they complimented them. You found yourself in deep conversations with everyone, creating new friends expect that one redhead.

You knew she was the Black Widow, she along with the team were all over the news, she was a little concerned at how fast everyone liked you, she was happy for a new addition but there was something her that told her to be aware.

With each passing week you spent with Stark, the more he grew fond of your presence, that he even made sure you have your own room in the tower so you wouldn't have to travel so far back where you lived, the team were excited when you accepted his offer to stay here and soon even though you wasn't a hero, you felt like a teammate.

Natasha grew fond of you as well, the way your smile would make her day a little bit better, the way your laughter would fill the room, making her smile as well, she was good at hiding her emotions so she wasn't worried that the team might find out about her little crush on you.

'Little' of course, that's what she wanted to believe but each time at the sight of you, that just backfired on her, the way you wouldn't even notice her until she literally had to clear her throat, there would be a second in your eyes where you would be lost but a smile would be plastered across your lips at the sight of the Russian.

"Hello Natty" You replied as you made your way where she was, by the coffee which you needed desperately.

She stiffen at the nickname which didn't go unnoticed, causing you to panic "Oh I'm sorry! I didn't want to overstep anything"

"No, no you didn't overstep anything.." Her voice quiet down as she looked anywhere else but you.

You felt a little awkward so when the coffee was done, you grabbed the cup and slowly made your way out of the kitchen, that's when she spoke up "It's just.. No one called me that before"

You turned to face her as she held herself, arms wrapped around herself, from her body language she was afraid to open up which caused a lightbulb to light up in your head.

You took a deep breath, gathering the courage "Do you have a free evening today?"

Her eyes darted to you as she nodded "Yeah"

You nodded with a smile at her reply "Okay" and walked out, a part of Natasha wanted to go after you and ask why but another part wanted to see what you will do.

The evening come by really quickly and the curiosity ate at Natasha, she waited and waited and nothing, she thought that maybe you just were curious yourself but when she walked inside her room, she saw a little white paper placed on her bed.

She walked over and opened it, expecting some sort of prank but it only instructed her to go to the roof and wear something comfortable, so she just did that.

You knew the redhead wasn't exactly fond of you.. or so you thought, so sitting on the roof waiting for her to show up was definitely nerve wracking. You had set up a nice comfy place on the roof, with a projector so you can watch movies, it was with the help of Tony of course, he had to give you the permission before you went and done anything.

Your head whipped towards the door and there she stood, she looked a little shy but when you waved her over, she quickly hid that emotion behind her smile.

She took a look around and raised her brows at you as she sat down next to you "What is all of this?"

You smiled "Whatever you want it to be"

She looked a little confused before a smile settled on her lips as she looked down so you continued "It can be a movie night, just me and you or we can talk or we just sit here in silence as we stare at the sky"

In the redheads life no one really cared that much about her feelings like you did in that moment "Thank you"

She nodded proudly at her with a very wide smile and she continued "We can talk and then watch a movie"

And that's what the two of you did, she opened up, you opened up and it was like a perfect match in heaven, so many similar interests and voiced options about opposite views, it was really everything the both of you wanted.

Present

Your heart dropped at the result in front of you, it was positive. It was fucking positive!

The excitement washed over as the anxiety disappeared, this is what you wanted, this is what the both of you wanted. Natasha couldn't have kids of her own which wasn't an issue so when you suggested it to her, she was head over hills with the idea.

Now here you are, jumping around in the bathroom with the stick in your hand, you felt so happy, the nights of crying that you would spend with Natasha holding you tight, overthinking that there was something wrong with you; No you were convinced there was something wrong with you even if Natasha reassured you that were wasn't, that doubt lingered.

Now it was time to tell Natasha, you was anxious because for the past year of trying, you saw that Natasha lost hope, she tried her best to hide it but you knew better. It did hurt you slightly but you hoped for the both of you.

You looked at your phone and there was no message from Natasha, she would usually message you saying she would come back home early but you knew her job, you both agreed that whilst trying for a baby, you wont work and if a miracle happens she will quit her jobs for the time being.

You sighed a little with disappointment at no message but at the moment you didn't care, you was pregnant which was something you always dreamed off, you have a perfect family and now that Natasha is in your life, you are more than sure that she is the only person you would want to do this with.

You practically spent all night waiting for her, she sometimes managed to even come the next day home or even after three days but you didn't care, you would go to them if that meant telling Natasha first, it would be hard to keep the excitement in front of the team.

The front door opened as you jumped up and waited with a sad smile across your face, which was the first thing Natasha noticed when she walked through the door, she rushed to your side as she dropped her things.

"What's wrong?" Her eyes scanned your body for any injuries but when she noticed nothing wrong, she asked again "Is everything okay, Моя любовь (my love)"

You looked at her, even though you wanted to prank her, you couldn't keep it in anymore. You smiled widely which only confused the Russian "Y/n?"

You placed your hands on the back of her neck and she placed her hands on your hips, pulling you slightly closer. You pulled her into a kiss and instantly slipping your tongue inside her mouth causing a sigh to escape the redhead.

Her hands landed on your ass as she squeezed them but felt something in your back pocket, she frowned as she pulled the plastic out and pulled away from the kiss, staring into your eyes and finally looking down at the thing in her hands.

Her eyes looked up at you so fast as her heart started to beat so fast in her chest "Baby what is this?"

You smiled again but this time you actually spoke "I'm pregnant.."

The smile that you fell in love with, spread so eagerly across Natasha's face "Are you serious?" You nodded as you watch Natasha's eyes fill with tears.

She pulled you into a tight hug as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, you giggled slightly at her reaction, but hugged her back with the same affection.

"Finally, we are a complete family" She spoke against your neck.

"In secret?" You questioned her which she unglued herself from your neck.

She shook her head with a huge smile "No, not anymore, first thing tomorrow we will tell the team but for now I'm going to show you how much this means to me"

Before you could protest against that, she already had you pinned against the couch in the living room, you'll never get over the way she makes you feel.

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She was the woman of her word, she woke you up with breakfast and after that, the both of you made your way towards the tower, the team was already waiting as Natasha asked them to meet her there.

They all were pretty anxious to why the Russian wants from them at this hour, when the two of you walked inside, the first person who squeaked without you even saying anything was Wanda.

She run up to you and hugged you tightly but with caution, Natasha raised her brow perfectly at Wanda but shook her head when she understood what just happened. Wanda was your best friend and even if you didn't tell her about your secret relationship with Natasha, she always suspected something but never wanted to invade your privacy.

The team on the other hand were confused and that was very visible, Wanda let you go as Natasha took a deep breath and looked over at you with a small smile, then back at the team "Y/n and I have been in a relationship for the past 4 years"

Wanda squeaked again as the team stared at the both of you with the most dumbfound look anyone could witness, Natasha continued "And we are expecting-"

"What!" Steve stood up and raised his eyebrows as he looked from you to Natasha.

You felt a little shy as you looked at Natasha, she knew Steve had a thing for you, he would always try to ask you out but Natasha always discouraged him so he ended up leaving you alone.

He stood up "The amount of times you told me she wasn’t interested! You never asked her because you been screwing her"

You looked at Wanda who narrowed her eyes at him so you spoke up "What are you talking about?"

He looked at you with a soft gaze "Y/n I have been trying to take you out on a date for couple years"

You narrowed your eyes at Natasha when she looked over which made her look away quickly, you looked back at him "Why did you ask Natasha to do it for you?"

Natasha looked at you confused a little, making him speak up "I tried but when I did, she simply said you never was interested in relationships"

You looked over at her again with a small smile "Well she was right, it was her who I always been interested in.."

Natasha had a smug smile across her lips, he huffed in irritation and walked out, leaving the rest of the team to react opposite to him, they all gathered around, congratulating the two of you, Tony even promised to buy everything for the child which you were very grateful for.

You looked over at Natasha, and hugged into her side as she spoke to her team, you closed your eyes at the sound of her laughter, she landed you a kiss on the forehead, making you look up at her with a smile as her hand rubbed your back.

She was the family you always have wanted...

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dynyamight · 3 years

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bkdk … 12 ? ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

12. “I think we need to talk."

The moment Bakugou opened the gym doors, and smelled rain in the air, he knew he had to book it back to the dorms.

Slamming his feet on the pavement floor, he forces himself to run out. His muscles ache all over, and his arms barely want to stay up, pumping at his side. But, he rather try and make his way to his room dry, than have a downpour soak him to his bones.

By the time he reaches to the safe, dry front steps of the dorm building, the rain finally begins. Lightly, the drops splatter slowly to the ground.

Catching his breath, Bakugou stops by the rails, holding onto one side as his muscles cramp. His thighs are burning, and his arms want to fall off entirely. But, he let's his mind focus on the pain.

He's had a rough fucking week, and for once, his mind was elsewhere.

“It’s starting to rain now, isn’t it.”

Bakugou jolts, quickly facing up to that familiar voice. That voice that haunts his dreams, ingrained deep into his mind. That voice that makes his heart race just a little quicker. That voice, from the one and only.

That forgetful nerd.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to spook you.’ Midoriya says quickly, offering an apologetic smile. He’s sitting on the front porch, holding onto a book close to his chest. “You probably thought you were the only one out here, right?”

“..You don’t have to apologize.” He breathes out. Despite the haywire of his nerves, exploding his insides, the words roll off his tongue easily. It's oddly the same phrase he's used each time they've met. "S'not like you personally screwed me over."

"Ah, my bad—"

"What did I just say."

“I—" Midoriya weakly chuckles, shaking his curls. "I guess I can't help it. I promise I won't forget.”

No matter how many times Bakugou hears that, it always sounds so genuine, so real. Rather than an empty promise. "I'll hold you to it, Deku." He mutters, regardless.

"What does that—" A light shines through Midoriya's gaze, and immediately he smiles. "Wait, you know what. I swear that's not the first time someone has said that to me. Deku."

Chills run down Bakugou’s spine. That's never happened. He's never slipped up. Fuck. “..Really?”

“Yeah, it sounds so familiar. But, I don’t remember exactly where I've heard it before.”

Both disappointment and relief flood his whole entire body. He doesn’t know what he would do if Midoriya would remember all his terrible attempts, though a part of him did yearn for recognition.

However, maybe it was for the best. Give them a fresh start, every time. Fucking hip hip hurray.

Hell, maybe this was the world's way of sending him all the karma that he has built up. It decided to pick the one person he deeply cares about, and make both of them suffer.

Bakugou looks back at the book Midoriya held, something in his mind reminding him about one of the first talks since the incident. “Is that Catch-22?” Bakugou asks, pointing it out.

It takes a moment for the question to visibly register through Midoriya's brain. But, when it does, Bakugou can tell by the way Midoriya’s eyes widen and the wide grin on his face that grows, “You've read it?”

“Nah, just heard about it. A lot.” He doesn’t need to explain himself further.

Leaving his seat off the bench, Midoriya rushes up to Bakugou’s face, eagerly leaning in. “I highly recommend it! It’s a literature masterpiece, the best of its genre!”

For a moment, Midoriya looks up to Bakugou’s gaze, eyes bright in interest. However, the next second, he looks away, with a feeble laugh as he scratches the side of his head nervously. “In my humble, personal opinion, of course..”

“What does it even mean?” Bakugou asks instead, holding tight to their conversation. He refuses to let it go for even a second. “Catch-22.”

“Oh. Uhh, the best way I can describe it,” Midoriya lifts his chin in thought. His gaze drifts up, as if he was wracking through his brain like it were a couple of shelves, “is that it's a dilemma from which someone cannot escape from, because of a set of contradictory rules.”

Bakugou scoffs. “Give an example. I’m too fucking tired to decipher whatever the fuck you just said.”

“Okay, okay!" Midoriya laughs, "It’s like job applications. How can you gain any experience for a job, unless you get a job that gives you experience?”

“Like, how in order to apply for a loan, you have to prove to the bank that you don’t need one?”

“Yes! Exactly that.”

“That shit has a name?”

“They’re hard to find, but even in everyday life, we can find ourselves in our own catch-22’s without realizing it! Isn’t that crazy? For all we know, life itself could be one!” Midoriya rambles, growing louder and louder, to the point Bakugou swears he can hear his voice echo.

Though, Bakugou doesn’t mind. This alone is possibly the most Midoriya has said to him, with all encounters combined.

Surprisingly, a blush forms over Midoriya’s cheeks. “I didn’t mean to babble on like that.”

“How do you get someone to remember you,” Bakugou starts, before he can stop himself from asking, “when they keep forgetting who you are every time?”

Midoriya stares.

Quickly, Bakugou coughs, “Ain't that a catch-22?”

For a small moment, all he can hear is the rain, pattering down the pavement around them. But, then, Midoriya hums, tilting his head, lips pursed. “Yeah, it most definitely is. Though, I've never heard of that one, before.”

"Yeah well," Bakugou shoves his sweating hands into the pockets of his hoodie. “That’s the fucking dumpster fire I’m in.”

“With all respect, does your person have medical reasons why they keep forgetting?” Midoriya asks slowly, immediate concern filling his expression.

“Not that I know of." Bakugou admits, "But, I wouldn’t put it past them. Or, they might be plain stupid.”

“That's rude!" However, the accusation sounds fairly weak, when Midoriya's chuckling.

He feels the corners of his lips upturning. "What's 'rude' is the damn bastard not remembering anything, other than random, trivial shit." Bakugou huffs. "Which changes, daily."

"And, you say nothing works? Not even telling them?"

"Yeah. 'Cause they'll fucking forget the next day."

"Have they ever wrote about you?”

Bakugou does a double take. When did Midoriya ever— “Wrote about me?”

Nodding, Midoriya gestures behind him, to the backpack beside the bench. “Personally, I've been using lots of sticky notes, planners, and journals to jot down things I need to remember.”

“Again, my memory's a bit distorted, so in order to tell my future self what I need to know, I write it out for me to read, the next day. Maybe that’ll work for your person?”

Writing. So that the next Midoriya can read it and remember. “..Would it work, if I wrote it?"

Midoriya furrows his brows. "I think it would be better if the person wrote it out for themselves. You know, so that it helps to jog their memory."

Suppressing the immediate heart drop he feels in the pit of his stomach, Bakugou exhales a big sigh. "There's a lot of shit the fucker needs to remember. His purpose. His quirk. His dream. Lots of important shit."

"Why not start with you?" Midoriya smiles, reassuringly. "They're bound to have a diary entry all about you."

Immediately, Bakugou's irked. "I ain't writing material."

"I think you are. Good writing material." Midoriya confesses, never letting that dopey, wobbly smile drop, "I don't know your name, but everything about you is unforgettable, to say the least. I bet even someone like me will recognize you next time."

But, you don't. Bakugou thinks, feeling the tug at his heart tighten, choking him from the inside. You never do.

From the pocket of his gym shorts, Bakugou starts feeling his phone vibrate, before it rings. Despite that, Midoriya's jump causes him to be just as startled.

Rubbing a hand to his neck, Midoriya weakly chuckles, "Sad. We were just starting to get to know each other."

Bakugou doesn't respond.

'ALL MIGHT.' The caller ID states in bold letters.

"I gotta go." Bakugou states firmly, holding tightly around his phone. "I need to take this call."

Midoriya's smile fades, but quickly it's picked up. "Yeah, no worries. I've probably been keeping you outside for too long."

Bakugou curtly nods, "You have."

And yet, even when the ringing persists, loudly telling him to walk away, leave, he stays. Because, Midoriya just looks like he doesn't want him to go.

He doesn't want to go, either.

"I never got your name." Midoriya mentions quietly.

Why would I give it, if you won't even remember?

Yet, that freckled, doey eyed face Midoriya's got never brings out the rationale, spiteful side of him out. Because, no matter how many times he has to say it, he'll do it again, and again. In a heartbeat.

"Just call me Kacchan."

Visibly, Midoriya's taken aback. Though, with the phone call on its last few rings, he finally steps off to the side, giving Bakugou space to walk.

"I'll see you around then," Midoriya waves off to him, "Kacchan."

A personal hell. Bakugou's living his personal hell.

When he walks inside the dorm building, the emotions suddenly hit him hard. Every day, he has to keep putting up with this crap.

Midoriya greeting him, talking to him, and saying goodbye, like a damn fucking stranger.

It kills him, eating away at his brain, knowing Midoriya's unable to look at him, and see nothing, but a stranger staring back.

When looking at Midoriya meant the world to him.

With a swift thumb swipe, Bakugou slides the phone call open. He clears his throat. "What now old man."

"I think we need to talk." All Might's voice crackles. "Privately. The sooner, the better. It's about the quirk that's been affecting young Midoriya."

His entire body tenses, halting him still. "..What about it.."

All Might sighs, long and tired. "The authorities found some intel about the culprit behind the memory loss. And, well.."

"Well, what?" Bakugou snaps.

"Midoriya's in deeper trouble, than we thought."

#star responds #as this is the last drabble!! it shall be the longest!!#ahh.. to be honest i struggled with this prompt #it sounds like a breakup & i selfishly did NOT want to write it #buuut then i remembered an au i had in mind ! & decided to revisit it for this prompt #its basically memory loss au !! deku has been hit !! with a quirk!!#& bakugou. who just came to terms with his feelings. is struggling #anyways !! thank you bestie for this prompt !!#ckatsudon #bakudeku #my beloved #FICLET

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The Ghost in the Parlor (Sfw and anonymous protagonist!)

It was one in the morning when you rose from bed, sliding on a pair of slippers and feeling your way through the dark to exit your room. The sound was faint, barely audible, but you knew. . .

He was playing tonight.

As you weave your way towards the stairs, you could hear the chords beneath you, the stirring voice of a piano pulling you through dark corridors. As you stop and peer over the banister. You can see from up above, candles alight with a ghastly blue fire. Their light casting eerie wisps of shadows to dance upon the floor. In the middle of this spectral scene was a luminous form sitting at the old grand piano. His spindly fingers like spiders upon the keys, procuring the tune that wafted up the stairs. The sound is sweet and melancholic, mourning things that have been lost, and the ever present march of time. Always moving, never relenting.

You knew all this because you had asked him, it was his favorite tune to play. He played it often and there were times where you could almost feel his deep rooted bittersweet sadness. Tears would spring to your eyes and you would have to mop your face with your sleeve. Tonight the song felt especially lonely and with careful footing you crept down the stairs, your shadow timidly trailing after.

"Have I disturbed you?" His melodic voice intones as you sit down beside him. "No, I came to hear you play, if you would have me as company mister Sterling." "Sleep is for the living" he sighs wistfully, "You should be asleep, dreaming sweet dreams of tomorrow."

He talks to you but his hands, ah his quick and nimble hands keep playing. You watch them sweeping across the keys, mesmerized until he stops. You blink and look up at him. His face is turned towards yours, an eyebrow quirked inquisitively. "A little distracted, were we?" You smile sheepishly, "Ah, yes, I'm sorry, but your hands do work magic. What had you been saying?"

He gives an embarrassed huff, "It's late is it not?" They pale eyes staring at you unblinkingly from beneath round vintage glasses. "Well yes," you reluctantly agree, "But I have missed your nightly performances. And I was hoping you could give me another lesson tonight." You say softly as he flexes his long spindly fingers. "Ooh. . . perhaps. You have always been kind to me. Letting me keep you up at odd hours of night with my prattling."

"You know I would stay even if you didn't give me a lesson. Your music is beautiful." He turns his head away from you, but you can see a hazy pink color introduce itself onto his countenance. When he turns back the color has all but bled out, except for some swirling traces. "I have had nothing but time to perfect it. Though as despairing as it may be, to watch seasons pass without being able to participate in the world, I still have my music. I wonder, is it what holds me here? Is my comfort my cage? Alas-- Dear, aren't you going to put your hands to the piano? You did ask for a lesson you know."

You look up at him before doing as he asks. Aligning your fingers to the keys, "I thought you were still deciding. . ." "Oh," they respond absentmindedly, "Don't mind me, I'm particularly lost in my thoughts tonight, death, life, it's all just one big mess. . ." Sterling rambles on talking about music as you sit together playing chords and sections of songs. As you are still learning the basics he keeps things simple, most of the time you are echoing his voice on the piano or remembering notes and chords. But he has seems to have become happier with having someone he can talk to, rather than to stew lost in his own thoughts.

"You are doing quite well," A pleased smile tugging on his lips, his crinkled eyes twinkling. "Have you been practicing?" "A little. . . Not as much as I would like though." You slid your hands onto your lap and smile. "Thank you for the lesson, I appreciate you taking the time to sit with me and do that. I hope I'm not inconveniencing you."

"Of course not," he sniffs, "I. . . am very fond of your company." There was something with the way he said it, that stirred your heart. You can feel your own face grow a little warm, "I'm glad. . . haha." He glances at you, his hands poised to begin playing again. You swallow hard and press on, "Though I h-have to admit, I am more than a little fond of you."

--BADOOM His hands slip hitting the keys too hard and causes a loud blunder of noise. Practically falling off his chair, Sterling’s hands shielding his face in embarrassment. "I-I. . .WHAT?" He stammers, your eyes widen that he reacted so dramatically. "I just meant that, I c-care about you a lot--" The candles snuff out around and you are suddenly plunged in darkness. The ghost has left the building.

Your head flops into the piano, a few keys playing as your face presses into them. You give a groan of defeat Dammit! Way to go, you probably just killed him. . . AGAIN. Despite his usual stuffy demeanor he can get easily flustered. He tries to hide it under a punctual and proper air, but was a much shier person than he let on. You liked that about him though, there were little things that he did that just enchanted you. He was a deep thinker, and he always took the time to explain things and be patient with you. So of course, you had to go and fall in love with a ghost. You had been trying to gather the courage to tell him your feelings for about a week now. Slowly working your way towards the right words you say. But like music, timing was just as important as the notes. To be honest you had gotten so nervous you are sure you had fumbled in both regards. You sigh heavily, best head to bed, perhaps you can try and talk to him tomorrow.

You slink away in defeat, retiring to your chamber until sunlight streams through your window. Leaving a dappled trail of light and warmth inside your room. You grumpily turn over in bed, refusing to move until you have properly sulked for just a little while longer. Trying to wrack your brain how you were going to approach the ghostly pianist now. With Sterling being so shy, you weren’t sure if his reaction was bad or good. Only time will tell, but in the meantime you're up and making breakfast. Then busying yourself with doing chores around the house and trying not to let your mind settle too much into last night. You go about whiling away the hours until sunset. That's when Sterling becomes active inside the house. You don’t exactly know where he goes during the daytime. You have attempted in the past to nonchalantly snoop around in the basement but to no avail.

Before you know it, the sun is setting in the sky. Golden light filtering across the floor, flooding the rooms with dying light. You peer into the parlor, and step inside. Running your hands over the black and white keys. You can feel a faint prick on the back of your neck, you turn around and You startle, coming face to face with the musically inclined ghoul. You put a hand on your heart. "Oh my goodness!-- Sterling!" you sigh weakly, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. “Hello,” He murmurs faintly, you look up at him, feeling suddenly shy. All this time you had been waiting to talk to him, and now only an awkward silence fills the room. Both of you starting to speak at the same time.

“I’m sorry, what were you going to say?”

“N-no that’s alright, please, continue”

“Aaah-- why don’t you go first, I was the person who upset you last night”

A hand flutters anxiously to the glasses upon his crooked nose. "You didn’t upset me. You, w-well surprised me. I was flattered, but I don’t think you truely want anything to do with this old goat." "H-huh? What do yo--" He cuts you off with a flourish of his hand. "I'm an old man dear, not just old, decrepit. I died in 1839, my bones are buried outside, wouldn't that bother you?" His face flushes an eerie pink and he splutters in embarrassment. "I mean, it should bother you. . . " A light bulb blinks on in your head and you stare at him with new found insight. "Y-you, like me too, don't you. . ." "I beg your pa--" "It was you, wasn’t it?" With a rush of feeling, you practically jump a foot off the ground from excitement. "I was always wondering about those poems left on the door step-" your mouth goes agape. "And those flowers!" His eyes dart back and forth in a panic, his mouth wobbling. "W-what??? Me? I don't know anything about that!" You can tell he's wanting to bolt and you make a grab at one of his translucent hands. Surprisingly your fingers successfully curl around it and his shoulders jerk up. Trying to calm yourself down before trying to talk to him. You were spooking him, a novel thought, but not what you had been intending to do. So you take a different approach, "Why. . . didn't you ever tell me?" The specter is sweating bullets now, he mops his brow with a wispy handkerchief. "I-I” he groans in defeat, “A ghost cannot do romance! A ghost cannot do much of-- of anything! No matter how I felt, I couldn't keep you here, you deserve to be free, to experience life to the fullest. Not to be shackled to me and this house." You flush, truly surprised by his answer. "But, I don't want anyone else, I like you. . ." Tentatively you take his hands and hold them gently in your own. His expression quivers, looking down before he gently pulls away. His fingers wisping through your skin before reconstructing themselves back together. He puts a hand into his breast pocket before he pulls out an envelope with a flowery wax seal. He looks away from you but hands you the letter, his expression flushing as that same red color is introduced into his normal pale blue complexation. You look up at him searchingly before you gently take the letter. The smooth paper has a fragrance like all the rest of the notes you recieved, like roses and vanilla. You carefully peel back the floral seal, opening the envelope.

You watch Sterling lights the candles at the table in the parlor. It has been a week since the two of you had become a couple, and you cannot remember a happier time, then the hours you have spent together. “Didn't you say, a ghost cannot do romance?” You tease him with a smile, your eyes crinkling as you watch him with a loving gaze. He huffs softly, "That I did, and I wish more than anything I could take you to a fine dinner out of this house. . . " He pinches the wick of one last candle, and when he removes his hand, an enchanting blue fire flickers to life. “I think a candlelit dinner at home is just as lovely.” He looks at you for a moment, before he gives a little smile, “If you say so darling.” “I do.” He bends down to give you a chilly peck on the forehead before he sits down at his piano, flexing his fingers before he begins to play. The blue lights of the candles flickering to the sound of his haunting melody. But the tone has changed, no longer lachrymose. You can hear something happy stirring in the song that projects itself out of the house, and into the starlit sky.

#monster x reader #ghost x reader #fluff #sfw #ghost x human

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Produce Joe

(My gif)(Requested by @westanimagines )

- You and Joe meet when you get a job at the grocery store and are given a tour of the place by your new manager.

- After being shown around the floor of the shop, he takes you into the backrooms and introduces you to Randy and the ever interesting Joe; who he has to tap on the shoulder in order to make him realize there’s people behind him since his music is playing so loud.

- The bespectacled boy tries to play it cool but you can tell he’s a little embarrassed; particularly when his eyes fall on you and your manager explains that you’ll be starting work there the next Monday.

- You give the man a polite hello before you’re ushered out of the room and whisked away to be shown around the rest of the building; leaving Joe flustered yet realistically unhopeful.

- As I said before, you start work the next Monday and things go smoothly. You make friends with the other girls on shift and you do the mind numbing work that pertains to a job at a grocery store.

- When you first start working there, you don’t really talk to Joe all that much. You don’t have a reason to be in his portion of the store most days and you’re new to the job so you’re doing whatever you can to look like a picture perfect employee as you figure out the rules of working there.

- Once you’re a little more comfortable in your position, you do a bit more wandering and are trusted with more tedious jobs that have you going into the back of the store. That's when you actually start making conversation from time to time.

- Your conversations are always a bit awkward but you come to realize that that’s …sort of just Joe. Which is why you begin to feel a bit bad for him.

- He’s always detached from everyone, always alone, and though you can’t say for sure that he isn’t the one who’s doing the detaching, you figure that it can’t be easy all the same and make it your mission to be friendly and talk with him. And his pleasant response to your interest in him convinces you that you've done the right thing.

- Soon enough, he’s latched onto you. Not in a creepy way but in a friendly, ‘you’re the only one who I’m comfortable around and who talks to me’ sort of way.

- It’s easy to see that you just being there makes his day a whole lot better; and that he looks forward to your little interactions, and though your coworkers certainly find him a bit strange, you begin to find him sort of cute.

- Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t take Joe a ridiculously long time to shoot his shot. He just randomly asks if you’d want to see a movie with him on Saturday and against your better judgement of dating one of your coworkers, you can’t help but agree.

- Hey, if there was anyone you’d be able to avoid at work and whose offer is dorkily endearing enough to persuade you into accepting, it’s Joe.

- So you meet up with him that next Saturday and settle in for a date at the cinema, sharing a popcorn and pretending like you aren’t flattered by/don’t notice his glances towards you.

- He almost kisses you after the movie as the two of you are saying goodbye but he very obviously loses his nerve and plays it off before the two of you call it a night. And as you’re driving yourself home, you’re surprised by how disappointed you are that he didn’t....

- Though you don’t wind up waiting too long for that kiss since you wind up taking it for yourself a few days later when you’re retrieving something from his area of the shop.

- You figure that it’s best to get it out of the way to show him that you want him to kiss you so, after he hands you the box of things that you’d came there for, you lean up and peck him on the lips, giving him a cheerful thanks before you leave the room; leaving him an ecstatic mess.

- And just like that, you’ve got yourself the freshest boy at the grocers.

- Joe likes to pretend like he’s this cool tough guy but at the same time, he knows that he isn’t; which makes you being with him a big accomplishment in his eyes. He’s incredibly proud that you’ve chosen to be his girlfriend and being your boyfriend makes him feel cool so he loves pda and being able to show you off.

- Him awkwardly throwing his arm around your shoulder while trying to look all macho. He’s a dork and that’s just something you’ll have to get used to.

- Kiss his cheek! Kiss his cheek! Seriously, he loves it almost as much as he loves you.

- Clumsy but sweet kisses.

- Taking his glasses off so that you can kiss him better. I can’t imagine it would be easy to touch lips with those massive frames in the way.

- The main pet name he uses is babe and it almost always sounds hilarious whenever it leaves his mouth.

- Most of the time, when you cuddle, he’s the big spoon. He likes nuzzling into the back of your neck and having you pressed up against him; and he’s tall so it works out quite nicely.

- Laying your head in each others laps. Oftentimes he’ll snuggle into your lap or stomach, wrapping his arms around the small of your back as your fingers card through his hair.

- Brushing his hair out of his face. It never seems to bother him but every now and again it bothers the hell out of you.

- Always having the freshest fruit and vegetables. If your boyfriend doesn’t put aside the best of the bunch when your favorite produce comes in, is he even your boyfriend?

- Spitting watermelon seeds and playing other stupid little games.

- Sliding down the grocery shoot every now and again when you know you aren’t gonna get caught; not that your boss really cares 90% of the time.

- Making faces at each other.

- Goofing off and not taking yourselves too seriously.

- Occasionally spooking him when you come to visit since he plays his music so loud. It’s become a highlight of your day to make him momentarily jump out of his skin; you consider it to be you avenging his eardrums.

- Borrowing his Walkman and cassettes. It’ll definitely take some convincing though, that things practically his baby.

- Dancing to music and lip syncing to songs.

- You can’t tell me that he doesn’t look like a “little” nerd, which is why I’m making him liking Star Wars and Star Trek and all of those geeky interests a thing.

- Going to conventions and other nerdy events like that.

- Playing different tabletop games.

- Movie dates. Something tells me he’d be one of those guys who are scared of horror movies but would try to play it off like he wasn’t…up until he’s clutching your hand all tight and refusing to walk down a dark street.

- Arcade dates.

- Carnival dates.

- Mall dates.

- He’s adorably willing to indulge in your more “girly” interests and probably secretly likes them himself.

- Taking naps together; though he strikes me as the type of person who barely gets any sleep so you might just be taking naps at his apartment while he does his own thing.

- Playful competitions.

- Him scaring the shit out of you with his chopping and dicing; to the point where you’re compelled to do his work yourself so that you know he isn’t gonna lose a finger.

- Eating lunch together and sharing food. You spend pretty much all of your lunch breaks in the backrooms with him.

- Talking with Randy every now and again while you wait for Joe. He appreciates the occasional company and the fact that you can save him some trouble and relay messages to your boyfriend for him.

- Long conversations about nothing in particular. You can rant to him about whatever you want but I can’t guarantee that he’ll be listening too intently; not that he’s purposefully ignoring you or anything.

- He’s kind of the typical oblivious boyfriend but he’s never malicious in his ignorance. He’s just a goofy dork who doesn’t take notice of subtleties and has trouble concentrating.

- Letting him brag about his accomplishments; even though you probably know that he’s completely making them up. He’ll probably “come clean” later on in your relationship and you'll have to hold back a laugh while trying to sound sincere when you tell him it’s okay.

- Him trying to act tough yet borderline hiding behind you when things get scary.

- Most of the time, Joe doesn’t take notice of any flirtation or suggestive interactions between you and other men so he rarely gets jealous of people. You could openly flirt with a dude and he’d be none the wiser.

- As much as Joe likes to pretend like he can kick peoples asses, he most certainly cannot so don’t expect him to start any fights in your honor. He’s a bit of a coward so he really isn’t all too protective of you.

- Joe’s a laidback guy and you sort of knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating him so the two of you really don’t get into too many fights. If you do have them, they’re a quick argument and an even quicker resolution.

- Both of you sort of just choose to forget about arguments or you bicker until you come up with a quick “fine.” “fine!” sort of agreement and subsequently forget about the problem. Either way, fights never last long.

- Joe tells you he loves you pretty much every day; usually when you’re saying goodbye or in other circumstances like that.

- He might give you the occasional headache but you love him nonetheless. He’s a dork but he’s your dork and you’re gonna stay with him for as long as you can.

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raindancer2004 · 3 years

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Unloved and Unwanted?

Word Count: 4,169 Felix x reader Part Five Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

Y/N still struggled with feedings and her thirst and felt like she was letting Felix down; like she wasn’t good enough to be the mate of an elite guard. Felix noticed that Y/N was pulling away from him but didn’t know why until he overheard a conversation between her and Demetri “Hey Y/N, how are doing?” Demetri asked and noticed her eyes filled with venom and she lowered her head “I’m struggling and feel like I’m letting everyone down…that I’m letting him down” She replied low and he knew who Y/N meant as he too had noticed her pulling away from Felix. Demetri carefully placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her head “You have let no one down, especially not him. Is this why you have been distancing yourself from him?” She nodded “He deserves someone better…someone who doesn’t struggle with-with this life” “The way you were bought into this life wasn’t ideal and could be why you are struggling Y/N, I mean you and Felix were getting along so well and had discussed him turning you and that plan was taken away from you both. You cannot blame yourself if you struggle, no one wakes up a perfect newborn you know” He said softly “Really? Do you remember what you like as a newborn?” She asked “You trying to say I’m too old to remember?” He feigned a hurt expression “Maybe…” She winked at him and he chuckled “I was ready to tear into any human that I came across, even if it meant exposing my creator and myself. Amun, my creator decided to focus on helping me hone my tracking gift as a way to…distract me from the blood lust…” “Did it work?” She cut him off and he chuckled “Eventually. I was too focused on perfecting my gift and didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. It also helped that I was able to hunt whenever I wanted and didn’t have to feed in a room of full people. I used to make a mess as a newborn, but that also got better over time, now there’s no mess when I feed whether it be here in the castle or when away on missions” He replied “It’s nice to know that I’m not the only messy newborn” Demetri nodded at her and watched as Felix approached them being careful not to spook his newborn mate. “Y/N…may I?” He gestured to the space beside her on the bench and she nodded “I heard you two talking and I want to you to know you haven’t let me down. I’m proud of you and am very pleased to have you as my mate. Just let me help you…please” Felix said as he held her small hands in his larger ones and bought them to his lips, placing a kiss to them. She looked up at him, eyes still filled with venom and nodded slowly “Demetri and I will take you hunting away from the city until you have better control and are comfortable enough to feed with the rest of us” She nodded at Felix “I will train one on one with you away from the other guards” Demetri offered smiling “Really? You two would do that…for me?” “Yes, little one we would. I would anything for you” Felix replied “Me too cara…and besides I love a good hunt” Demetri added with a wink, Y/N laughed “Thank you, both of you.” “You more than welcome sweetheart” Demetri added.

The following day Demetri and Felix took Y/N hunting outside of the city, somewhere far from the castle. They came across a campsite where four humans sat around a fire talking, one of the men got up “I’m going for a piss” Y/N growled and went to move towards the three campers when Felix’s large hand gripped her throat “Not yet, little one” Y/N hissed at her mate and Demetri chuckled “Patience cara” and he took hold of her hand, hoping she wouldn’t crush it “Why?” She growled “We need to wait till the other one is far enough way before I let you loose, after all there are three of them and three of us” Felix replied low in her ear “You can have the spare human too” Demetri added with a smile. A few moments later Felix’s grip eased “Now” They all ran forward Y/N taking the red-haired female by surprise when she felt a cold hand wrap around her throat. The human was writhing beneath Y/N so much, that it wasn’t an efficient kill nor was it a clean kill “You look like a messy child” Demetri teased “Fuck off!” Y/N growled, baring her teeth and Demetri flinched “Language! Little one” Felix called out “Fuck off please!” Y/N growled back at the pair of them, Demetri chuckled and Felix shook his head “Not what I meant” He said looking her, earning another growl from her.

They arrived back at the castle and were greeted by Jane and Alec “How did the hunt go?” Jane asked Demetri “Y/N’s method needs work but she’ll get there” He replied “Maybe give her a bib next time” Alec chuckled “Fuck off Alec” Y/N hissed and Felix growled beside her “Please” Y/N added and walked off, the twins looked confused “Y/N told me to fuck off whilst we were out and Felix chastised her for it by saying ‘language’ to which Y/N replied fuck off please” Demetri explained, not bothering to hide his smirk “That wasn’t what I meant and she knows it” Felix added “So Y/N swears politely as a result?” Jane asked, amusement clear in her voice and Demetri nodded smiling “Interesting little newborn” Alec smirked.

Demetri loved Y/N when she was his human friend as she introduced him to new things and he liked seeing her experience stuff for the first time; he also liked that he could protect her as she was breakable, but now that she was a newborn, he loved her even more as she wasn’t as fragile but she was still his Y/N, his friend. He enjoyed training with her especially after he decided to train her to take down her mate Felix just for fun; something she quickly agreed to, happy to have a distraction from the constant bloodlust. Demetri was the only male Felix would allow to touch and train with Y/N as he knew how much he cared for her and that she’d be safe with him.

“Let’s show Felix what you have learnt over the past few weeks” Demetri smiled looking at Y/N, who nodded “Felix, would you mind?” She asked sweetly, giving him her best doe eyed look “Not at all, little one” Felix replied walking towards his mate ‘Poor bastard’ Demetri thought to himself, trying to hide his smile. Y/N was strong for a newborn and was looking forward to taking down the mountain of a man that was her mate. She ran at him jumping and wrapping both legs around his neck, his hands went straight to the base of her back, just above her ass as they hit the ground…hard. Y/N tried to roll away but Felix grabbed her leg but before he could do anything, she kicked out at him with her other foot, he cried out in pain as her foot connected with his neck. Y/N quickly got up and moved away from him a little, then kicked him with such force that he moved across the courtyard and flipped over onto his front. Y/N moved so fast, Demetri would have missed it had he been human, she stood on her mate’s back, one foot at the base of his neck, she grabbed his arms holding them upwards behind him, ready to pull them off. Felix growled low and Demetri watched as Y/N’s eyes turned black, a hiss broke past her lips as she pulled his arms further behind him “Y/N. Don’t” Demetri warned but it was too late, a cracking sound echoed through the courtyard as Y/N pulled both of Felix’s arms from his shoulders, Felix’s agonised cries seem to snap Y/N out of the newborn haze, Demetri wrapped his arms tightly around her torso “Drop them” He growled low and she did although she was thrashing about in the tracker’s arms trying to get free “What the hell Y/N?” Felix asked at the same time as Y/N asked “What have I done?” “You were supposed to take him down Y/N, subdue him but…you- you ripped his arms clean off” Demetri answered her and she stopped moving “Put me down” Demetri shook his head, his grip tightening slightly “PUT ME DOWN” She growled “Please” “It’s ok D, put her down” Felix said looking over his shoulder; Demetri released his hold and put her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground she ran to Felix, her knees beside his head. He looked up to see her eyes full of venom “I’m so sorry, really. It was supposed to be fun and I-I…” It’s ok Y/N. D can reattach them for me” “I’m so so sorry. Please don’t send me away Fe” Felix and Demetri both felt their undead hearts break “D. Hold her for me. Comfort her” Felix called out and Demetri didn’t hesitate he knelt beside her and took her into his arms “Sshh sshh. It’s ok. You’re ok sweetheart” He stroked her hair “I broke him” She sobbed into his chest “Only a bit but he’s a big boy. He'll survive” Demetri chuckled “Git” Felix said “Silver lining, Y/N you beat Felix in a fight and I, as your trainer am proud of you” Y/N chuckled “Thanks Dem. I guess I did win that one huh?” “Yes, you did little one” Felix said with a smile “Although, I’m beginning to rethink D training you.”

A wicked glint flashed through Y/N’s eyes as an idea popped into her head “I like training with Dem, he’s taught me a lot” She smiled at them, unwrapping Demetri’s arms from around her “Dem’s a very good teacher…he’s knowledgeable about a range of topics. I’d even go as far as saying he’s very experienced…” She trailed off, winking at them both before she took off running, laughing as she heard Felix growl “Felix. She’s teasing you. I only taught her how to fight…I promise” Demetri said to Felix looking worried “You gave me advice on how to…please him, remember Dem?” She said low in his ear, he hadn’t noticed she had ran in a circle and was now crouching behind him, Felix growled again “Demetri” “She asked for my advice…she was worried she couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to please you. I merely offered my friend some advice” Demetri shot her a glare and she giggled “Messing with you two is so much fun” She ran inside the castle laughing “Run Y/N” Demetri called out and took off after her, leaving Felix laying on the ground armless “Mates plus friends equals trouble” He said to low to himself.

The news of Y/N getting lost in the newborn haze and ripping her mate’s arms off travelled round the castle quickly after Santiago had discovered Felix outside and had offered to help him reattach them. The Kings found it rather amusing especially Caius “Feisty little newborn. I’m so proud” “He would be” Felix commented low and Alec snickered “I also heard Demetri gave your mate sex advice as part of her newborn training. I didn’t realise that was an option now. Maybe I should retake the newborn training class” Alec didn’t bother to hide the shit-eating grin on his face “Fuck off” Felix growled low “No please Felix?” Jane asked teasingly, Felix just growled deciding on ignoring the twins for a while.

Once Felix’s shift finished he made his way back to his room and locked the door. He felt Y/N’s arms wrap around him from behind, gently taking her hands in his he turns around in her arms and leans down capturing her lips with his own, she sighed and he slipped his tongue into her mouth and gently fought her for dominance which she allowed. She stood up on her tip toes hands resting on his shirt covered chest; he bent his knees a little and his hands rested on the back her thighs and lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist “I want you little one” He softly whispered not wanting to ruin the moment “Really?” She asked taking her bottom lip between her teeth “Yes, little one. I would’ve taken you whilst you were human but we never got that close” He kissed her lips softly before placing her on the bed and knelt before her on the floor “Let me make you feel good…” He trailed off and she nodded at him causing him to smile at her. He ran his hands up her thighs moving her skirt up to reveal her lace panties and he placed a kiss to her lace covered centre before gently pushing her to lie down on the bed. He kept one hand on her stomach as he kissed her covered centre again before removing her panties and gently parting her thighs with his hands, placing his mouth over her clit and sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves. A breathless moan left her lips and he growled low, the sound vibrating against her and he gently slipped one finger inside her, moving it in and out of her a few times before adding a second finger “Ahh…Fe” He smiled against her and continued to suck and flick her clit with his tongue as his fingers moved within her bringing her closer to her release. He knew she was getting close as she writhed beneath him, he pressed his hand down a little harder on her stomach to keep her in place “Fe I’m so…” “Relax and cum for me baby” He purred low and pushed his fingers in a little deeper, hitting a new spot inside her, her walls clenching around his fingers and she came “Oh my god” She gripped the bedsheets and her head fell to the side as her eyes squeezed shut, “Oh” She moaned low as he kept sucking her clit as she came down from her high. He withdrew his fingers and placed them in his mouth tasting her before moving up the bed and whispering “You taste so good” He kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, he kissed along her jawline moving down to kiss just below her ear, she gasped as he rolled his hips against her. He continued to kiss her moving down her neck, gently sucking and nibling her skin.

“Felix” “Yes little one” “Make love to me…please” He didn’t answer her, instead he got off the bed and removed his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed hovering over her; pulling her up so he could remove her top and bra “So beautiful…and mine” He kissed her and laid her back down, quickly removing her skirt “Please Felix” She begged low and moved her hands up his chest over his shoulders and let her hands run down his back, nails lightly scratching his skin and he growled in her ear as he slipped into her easily; stilling for a few moments to allow her to adjust his long thick cock before he continued to ease into her until he was fully inside her, filling her completely. He stilled again loving how tight she felt around him “Move…Fe…please” She begged him low “So eager” He smiled against her skin as he pulled out of her slightly before slowly re-entering her “Ahh” She breathed out and her legs wrapped around him allowing him to slide in deeper “Felix” She cried out, lifting her hips a little to grind against him “Y/N” He growled her name, then his head dipped low to take a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue “Oh…god” Her back arched up into him and he purred before switching breasts, thumb and finger rolling the other nipple. His thrusts became faster and harder as he chased his own release and felt her walls clench around him “Oh Y/N” He called out as he came inside her; her feeling every twitch of his hard member as he continued to thrust within her, riding out their orgasms together “I love you Y/N” “I love you too Felix” He stayed buried inside her and held her in his arms for a moment before she rolled them over “Up for another round handsome” She purred in his ear and began moving her hips over his, a breathless moan leaving his lips and she smiled down at him “I have nowhere else to be little one” He replied enjoying seeing his mate on top of him. She continued to move her hips over his as her fingers lightly scratched his chest, her head rolled back and her mouth open “Ahh” Felix’s hands moved up her thighs towards her hips, gently holding her as she lifted almost completely off of him before lowering herself back down “Fuck” They both cried out together “You feel so good inside me Fe” He thrusted up into her and she grinded against him “That’s because we were made to be together” She moved her hips over his faster, grinding against him each time, chasing her release, his hands moved and cupped her breasts squeezing lightly, thumbs brushing her nipples “FELIX!” She screamed his name as she came hard around him “Y/N” Her name leaving his lips as he came inside her “Don’t stop Fe, please it feels so good” She rolled her hips against his riding out their highs together. He rolled them over so she was beneath him again “I think you can give me one more baby” That was the only warning she got before he pulled out of her until only the tip of his cock was inside her, then he slammed back into her taking her rough and fast “OH GOD YES!!!” She cried out and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her. Felix continued his rough, fast movements within her, his fingers moving down between them to play with her sensitive clit “FELIX” “Y/N” They came together “God I love you Felix” “I love you too.” Someone banged on the adjoining bedroom wall “Take a break Fe...I counted four orgasms” Demetri’s voice sounded through the wall. They chuckled “I think you were a little loud little one” Felix smirked “So were you” She replied smiling. They showered quickly and once they were clean they laid back down on the bed and he held her in his arms “Just like when you were human” She hummed in agreement before kissing him “Goodnight Fe” She said playfully and snuggled into him.

A few days later Felix was guard duty but was asked to guard the door to Aro’s study as he didn’t wish to be disturbed. The corridor was quiet and Felix was a little bored until Demetri came and joined him for a bit “What are you doing here Fe?” He asked low “Aro doesn’t wish to be disturbed so he has asked that I guard the door to his study” Felix replied “Mind if I join you for abit?” “Not at all D. It’s a bit boring standing here on my own” He replied low. A little while later Y/N appeared wearing an outfit Felix wished she wasn’t, seeing as he was on duty “Ahh, my two favourite vamps” She greeted with a smile “Y/N” They said at the same time “What are you doing here little one?” “I’m bored Feee” She dragged out his name as she ran her fingers up and down the front of his jacket, her head resting on his chest “Why don’t you go to the library and do some reading?” Felix offered “I don’t want to read a book…” She trailed off, he fingers still moving up and down his jacket “How about you spend some time with Chelsea?” Demetri suggested “She’s busy…with Matt” Y/N replied, her hand moving lower down his jacket “There must be something you want do little one, whilst I’m working.” Demetri smirked as Y/N bent over in front of Felix showing a little of the blue lace panties she was wearing “Oops” She said as she bent down to pick up ‘something’ up, Felix and Demetri didn’t see what though. Y/N smoothed her skirt down once she stood back up, she even adjusted her top ensuring Felix got an eye full of cleavage, Demetri also got a look as he was standing beside his friend and couldn’t help feeling a little aroused ‘she’s my friend’ he reminded himself trying to cool down “I’ll see you later Fe, Y/N” “Wonder why he left in a hurry” Y/N purred in her mate’s ear as she cupped his crotch, Felix growled low “I think you know why little one” Y/N giggled and looked up at him through her lashes trying to look innocent; he groaned and captured her lips in a kiss “Go and wait in our room…I’ll deal with you later” “Ok” She replied smiling and walked away leaving her mate standing outside Aro’s office clearly aroused.

“Did it work?” Jane asked “Go take a look” Y/N replied with a smirk looking over her shoulder, Alec walked off to see if Y/N accomplished the bet ‘to try and turn on Felix whilst on duty.’ “Dem left rather quickly” She added with chuckle. Alec returned and handed her €10, “Damn” Jane growled as she handed over the money too. “Thank you” Y/N replied. The trio made their way to the library and got comfortable, reading for the afternoon.

Later that evening Felix returned to their room to find Y/N waiting for him on their bed wearing the green lace lingerie set he bought her after her first ‘tour’ feeding. He quickly removed his clothes, leaving his boxers on and made his way to the bed and captured her lips with his “Don’t move” He ran into his closet and returned with a few ties “Arms up” He said smiling and she did as he asked, watching as he tied her wrists to the bedframe “You don’t get to touch me tonight little one” He winked at her before he carefully removed her bra and panties and settled himself between her thighs. He looked up at her and she noticed his usual ruby eyes were now nearly black “I’m hungry” He growled low and buried his face in her heat; sucking harshly on her clit as he pushed two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her, being a little rough “Oh god” She cried out and began to writhe beneath him, he removed his fingers and whimpered at the loss only for him to slip his tongue deep inside her, his fingers roughly pinching and rubbing her clit. Her head rolled back “Felix” She came hard and he purred against her core, sending vibrations through her body, before she had time to recover from her first orgasm of the night, he removed his boxers and slid inside her with one quick thrust filling her deeply “You’re so tight, little one” He buried his face into her neck sucking and nibbling on her skin there as he pounded into her hard and fast “YES! YES!” She screamed, he smiled knowing only he could please her this way. “Y/N” He called out as he came inside her, her walls clenching around him as she came for the second time that evening. He untied her wrists, placing a kiss to each one “I love you Y/N” “I love you too.”

Despite the polite request from Demetri for them to ‘keep the noise down’ they screamed out in pleasure another four times before Jane knocked on their door and threatened to pain drop Felix’s ass, insisting they take a break or find a way to be quiet. “Thank you Jane” Demetri said loudly enough for them to hear “They were so loud even I could hear them” She replied “You’re just jealous because you two aren’t getting any” Felix called back in response “Play nice Felix” Y/N purred before wrapping her lips around Felix’s still hard cock “You will be the death of me Y/N” She purred in response “Remember you need to need to be quiet Fe” She winked at him before taking him into her mouth again, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat, teeth grazing his length, her hands sliding up and down, what she couldn’t take orally; her hands moving in time with her mouth. He muffled his cries of ecstasy with a pillow as he emptied himself down her throat, her swallowing everything he gave her “Such a good boy” She purred kissing him, he could taste himself on her tongue and he deepened the kiss, holding her tight in his arms.

#felix volturi #demetri volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #volturi #twilight #heidi volturi

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GuardianAngel!Jun

MASTERLIST

Thanks for the request anon! I really hope you like it!!! This was def a bit out of my comfort zone but in a really exciting way! Also I don’t keep up with absolutely all lore on angels/ guardian angels, so if I say something you weren’t expecting/didn’t really want or left out something you were expecting, I’m sorry and hope it’s still enjoyable anyways! (I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE THIS ANGSTY IT JUST SORT OF HAPPENED IM SORRY)

Warnings: Near death experiences (including almost drowning), mentions of injury and death, and angst

There are rules about being a guardian angel that are so obvious, they don’t need to be spoken

Obviously, if there’s a fixed point where your person has to get injured or even die, you can’t intervene

You can’t ever assist in a way that would get you spotted by your person

You can’t do more than simple guidance when it comes to matters of the heart and mind

And, you cannot ever meet your person and tell them who you are

Jun has always followed all rules to a T

He’s never gotten in trouble or anywhere even close to trouble

He’s an example to his peers

He always does his job perfectly

There’s never been a hitch

And then he’s assigned to you

At first your life is as normal as anyone else he’s ever been a guardian to

But then things get complicated

It’s honestly like you’re trying to get hurt

Suddenly, there’s just a period of time where you’re constantly in danger

Jun will save you once and then immediately be running off to save you again

Boy is he stressed

He feels like his constant state of being is just standing there, bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath before you need him again

He’ll admit that he’d rather be assigned to you than someone who never required his help at all

He’d be so bored

But still, did you always have to be so... reckless?

One day it gets to be too much

And Jun slips up

You had already walked under an AC unit falling from someone’s apartment window and he had to send a gust of wind to push you out of the way

Then you stepped out into the street in front of a car speeding down the road

Jun was still in the middle of breathing out a sigh of relief from the first incident

So he didn’t have the time to think of how to save you from the next danger

In his panic he steps forward and grabs you

You feel the hand around your wrist

You feel the force yanking you back out of the street

You see someone out of the corner of your eye

But once you fully turn to thank them, no one is there

You’re turning around over and over to see who you could have missed

But there’s really no one

Jun is watching you from a few feet away, now invisible to your eyes, his heart practically beating out of his chest

He didn’t do anything wrong... did he?

Technically he didn’t get caught by you

Technically

But that was close

He needs to be more careful

You have a period of time where you’re just utterly confused about what happened that day

You’re constantly looking over your shoulder wondering if maybe it was something supernatural

You start to notice your close calls with injury/death

And begin to wonder what’s stopping you from actually getting hurt

Sometimes it’s a gust of wind strong enough to push you out of the way, or a loud noise to stop you in your tracks, or sometimes just the kindness of a random stranger who is suddenly overcome with the need to help you

It’s starting to feel impossible how many times you’ve crossed paths with death and walked away fine

You begin to almost... test the waters

Instead of accidentally running into trouble, you start purposely running towards it

Jun is unbelievably stressed

Why do you have to do this?

He feels like he might die at this rate just from how much he’s stressing out about your safety

Then you put him in a situation where he really has no choice but to help you as himself

You’re walking by a community pool late at night after agreeing to help your friend that works there out by locking up for them so they could go out that night instead of being stuck at work late

There’s no one else there since it’s already closed

It’s dark and slippery

And with you being you, Jun is beyond nervous, so he follows behind you from no more than a foot away

It’s going fine and you’re almost done

So Jun is letting out a sigh of relief

But it was too soon

As you’re passing by to double check that the back door is locked, you slip on the wet floor

You tumble towards the pool and hit your head on the way down

Jun watches in horror as you fall into the water and sink straight to the bottom

He doesn’t hesitate even for a moment to jump in after you

He drags you out and sets you down next to the pool

You’re not waking up and he’s terrified

He begins to perform CPR

Finally you sit up, choking, water streaming out of your mouth

You saw him, you know you did

There’s a boy sitting in front of you even though you knew there was no one in the building besides you

He’s staring into your eyes with such great concern

“Are you ok?”

You nod slowly as he helps you sit up

“You need to go to the hospital, you hit your head”

You nod at his words again, reaching up the rub your eyes since they’re blurred from the water

“How did you get in-”

You stop mid sentence

As soon as you’ve taken your hands away from your eyes, you look up and see that no one is there

You begin to search around but you really are alone

You’re spooked and also worried that maybe it’s just because you hit your head that hard and immediately head to the hospital

The doctor discharges you quickly, telling you the hit didn’t do any serious damage and that you just needed to rest and take it easy for a few days

You’re still completely confused by the disappearing boy

Was he the same person that pulled you out of the street that one day?

Jun begins to observe you closely after these incidents

He can tell you must be thinking about him

Most days when you’re not busy, you’ll be staring off into the distance, your mind trying to explain these strange happenings

And for the first time since he’s ever become a guardian angel, Jun really wants to tell you

Usually he had no issues hiding from the people he was assigned to

But you

He likes the way you live

How you speak to people

Your goals and dreams and how you work towards them

The hobbies you enjoy

He feels happy being your guardian

And while it can be stressful sometimes, he never hates it

It feels, ironically, comfortable to be your guardian

He’s honestly grown quite fond of you

Which is also a big no-no for guardian angels

You should never get too attached to your assigned person

There will come a time where they have to get hurt

Or a time when their life must come to an end

If a guardian angel is too attached to a human

They may try to change what must be

But Jun hates watching you feel like you’re going insane over not being able to explain these instances

He wants to be able to explain it all to you

In the end all it takes is one more brush with danger before you’re standing there, Jun’s hand locked around your arm, staring into his eyes after he’s saved you once again

He immediately turns to walk away but you grab his arm

“WAIT! Wait!”

Jun knows he should do anything, anything at all to leave you right then and there so he doesn’t get caught

But he also doesn’t hate the idea of that happening

“I know you!” you say. “You saved me the other day at the pool!”

“I’m sorry,” he says, turning back to you, “but I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It was you, wasn’t it?” you’re so sure this is the boy from the pool

Jun hesitates

Instead of saying anything, he just holds a finger up to his lips in a shushing motion before finally walking off

And you just stand there in awe

It was him

You go home immediately, beginning to study different supernatural creatures and happenings

You print out pages and pages of all sorts of information on any type of guardian creature you can find

You’re certain this boy is something other than human and you’re sure that whatever he is, he must be in charge of your safety

Now every time you almost get hurt or in trouble, you look around wildly, trying to spot the boy who you’ve only really been able to see twice

Sometimes you’ll catch a glimpse of a figure walking around a corner out of sight, or a being seemingly disappearing into thin air

This boy must be following you everywhere and you’re determined to catch him again

Jun, who is very tired after all of the saving you and then concealing himself moments, sort of just... lets you

One day you turn around after surviving another potentially dangerous moment, and he’s just... standing there

You can’t think of anything else to say, so you just blurt out the question, “Are you my guardian angel?”

Jun just smiles and nods at you, “Nice to finally meet you”

He walks you home that day

And you have a million questions for him

“Did you chose me or were you assigned to me?”

“What abilities do you have?”

“Have you been with me my whole life?”

“Do you have like... a boss?”

“Actually what is the system like?”

“What other supernatural creatures exist?”

“Do you have a name?”

He interrupts your next question by answering, “Jun.”

It silences you for a moment

“I like that name.”

Jun smiles brightly at you

You notice he sort of... glows

To say your relationship moves fast is an understatement

Jun knows your time together will be short

He’s heard what has happened to other guardian angels who have broken the rules

Someone will be coming for him

But he knows he’s in love with you

And wants to make sure he takes advantage of all the moments he has left with you

He’s very forward

But since your safety and comfort is his top priority, he always lets you set the boundaries beforehand

He’ll never do anything you don’t want him to do

But he’s definitely going to do anything and everything that you are ok with him doing

You feel strangely comfortable around him

Obviously you know he’s there to protect you and he’s been there your whole life

But it’s still strange how easy it is for you to just fall right into Jun

He holds your face in his hands and looks at you like you’re the whole world

And to him you are

Nothing has ever mattered to him as much as you

And all he wants to do is spend as much time with you as possible

He wants to go on all the traditional human type dates and do all the cliché human couple things

The two of you celebrate every human holiday in like a week so he can experience what it’s like lol

On the day you celebrate Valentine’s Day he gets you every cheesy gift he’s ever seen humans get each other

“Jun how am I supposed to sleep with this many giant teddy bears in my room?”

“You’ll figure it out”

Then you two celebrate Christmas and he definitely sets up mistletoe on every doorway

You don’t miss how tightly he holds you at night

Or the way he looks at you like you’re about to disappear

Or the way he always needs to suddenly reach for you to make sure you’re there

You know something is off

Why would your guardian angel suddenly show up out of the blue to spend your life with you?

“Junnie, you’d tell me if I was gonna die right?”

“What? [Y/N], what makes you think you’re gonna die?”

He comes and kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his

“I don’t know, sometimes you just act like... this is all going to end at any moment.”

Jun knows he should tell you

But he just wants the two of you to stay in your little bubble for as long as possible

“It’s just because I love you so much, and I just want to make sure you’re always safe and happy”

He clings to you even tighter the next few days

He knows he has to tell you asap so he wants to give you the best days of your life

He’s so doting

Makes you breakfast every day

Is always right there to show you affection

Wrapping his arms around you from behind

Resting his head on your chest and gazing up at you

Ruffling you hair

Pressing kisses all over your face

Letting his hands stroke up and down your arms and then all the way down to your fingers sending goosebumps across your skin

And then one day he gives you a gift out of nowhere

It’s a beautiful necklace that looks like one single angel wing

“Oh Junnie, I love it” you say putting it on immediately

You quickly notice that he’s wearing a necklace with a matching wing

“[Y/N], I need to tell you something.”

He sits close to you and strokes your hands with his thumbs as he lays out the reality of your situation

His heart is in the pit of his stomach by the time he’s finished and he’s ready for you to run away and leave him behind

But when you assure him that you also want to make the most of every moment you have left

He’s so happy he could cry

So you start to take him on all the typical cheesy human dates

So that way the two of you have plenty of happy moments together while also getting to experience everything

The carnival

Picnics

Walks on the beach

Stargazing

And it’s honestly perfect every time

When he stares lovingly down at your face, stroking his thumb slowly up your cheeks then leans in to kiss you slow and sweet under the stars, you feel like you could fly

Your happiness is short lived though

You’re not even surprised when two men show up at your door asking where Jun is

Despite not being surprised, you are devastated

The two of you put up a good fight

But the ending was inevitable

You watch helplessly as they drag Jun away from you

But before he’s gone completely he calls out to you

“If it’s in this life or the next, in this world or another, I will come back to you”

And as you see the look in his eyes during those last few moments

And see his expression as he says those words

You know that he will

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Can I request ficlet of Azul flustered and blushing because female MC saw a photo of Azul when he's a little child. MC is just kissing his face and hug because MC absolutely cannot control her attitude after she saw that picture.

I consider that MC didn’t see Azul’s pic of the elementary school towards the end of Episode 3. I forgot that you didn’t mention them dating and wrote as if they are dating. I only realized it after I finished writing.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul thought he put away or destroyed every picture from his childhood but apparently, he forgot one. When he saw (Y/N) holding a small picture, at first he didn’t understand it was that picture of his so he didn’t mind it but as he got closer, he was able to take a peek at what’s on the frame (Y/N) was holding. He panicked momentarily as he snatched the frame from her hands. (Y/N) was spooked by the sudden movement since she didn’t hear Azul coming into his office. She just was looking at him with widened eyes as she was trying to settle down her heart rate.

Though Azul didn’t see her reaction that way…

Azul thought she was disgusted by his former appearance. “Where did you find this?” Azul asked, wanting to know where he failed at keeping his past secret.

(Y/N) shook her head as if it would make her come to her senses before answering. “Well, I was waiting for you here then my phone gave a battery warning so I looked at your drawers to find the charger. I know I don’t have any right to go through your personal things and I’m sorry for it but… When I saw a glimpse of this picture, I fell into my curiosity and looked at it.”

Azul considered himself to be a “people reader”, someone who knew what the others were feeling, thinking and wanting but he wasn’t able to do that with (Y/N), making him think that dating her blinded his skills. He assumed she would start hating him or at least be disgusted by his photograph but her expression was screaming guilt. Is she feeling guilty for dating me for this long? Something doesn’t add up.

He collected himself and snatched the picture from her hands, moving over to his desk and putting it back to where it was. Neither he nor she spoke after (Y/N) explained herself, creating an awkward silence in the room. Memories from his childhood started to plague his mind as he was thinking that (Y/N) was going to make fun of his former appearance. Even though he had never heard her make fun out of someone before, he didn’t want to risk anything. When she didn’t say anything else and was looking at him weirdly, Azul decided to take the reins. He kept an aloof expression, or in other words business face, and asked coolly, “Now that you’ve seen it, do you have anything to say about it?” He was ready to hear her wanting to break up.

“Well…” (Y/N) was fiddling with her fingers before a sheepish smile adorned her face. “Why were you keeping your cuteness overloaded-self a secret from me?”

Azul was flabbergasted as his appearance disheveled, his glasses slid down on his nose, standing asymmetrical and his dorm uniform getting wrinkled. He was caught off guard but he quickly fixed his image. He didn’t expect to hear someone say his former self cute and on top of that, he could feel his cheeks heating up. He pushed his glasses back to the original place and kept his hand on the bridge as to subtly cover his face. “Eh? Did you get mushrooms from Jade again?” She must have been under influence to speak his much nonsense.

“No? Do I look like I did?” She seemed confused to hear him ask that.

“No, but you speak as if you did.”

It took her a couple of seconds to comprehend what he was referring as her expression changed from confusion to clarity. “Is it because I think your younger self is cute?” Azul didn’t reply but his silence was an answer enough. “Are you kidding me? This is the most adorable version of you I’ve seen!”

She is weird. Who would think that way? “I don’t see your point.”

“Just look at those cheeks! I just want to squeeze and squash them and then kiss them. My goodness, you were the most adorable baby I’ve seen!” Azul was trying to gauge if she was lying or was being genuine whilst she gave him a peculiar look. “Well, I still want to pamper that baby you with kisses but since I can’t do that, I’ll make do with this-you.”

Before he can understand what she meant, she closed the distance between them and pinched his cheeks lightly and gave a quick peck. “Eh? What are you doing?”

“Kissing and being affectionate with my boyfriend. Why? Don’t you like it?” She spoke teasingly as planted kisses on his cheeks.

Azul knew his face turned red both from embarrassment from assuming the worst for his girlfriend and flustered from (Y/N)’s affections. He needed to take control of the situation and disperse the topic. “(Y/N), (Y/N)…” That got her attention yet she was still holding his face between her hands. “Someone might come in and I have an image to keep.” Thankfully Jade and Floyd are busy with the restaurant. He didn’t want to think about how they would react to the situation. “People might assume we are doing something.”

(Y/N) must have been in teasing mode since she let his face go only to hug him and planted kisses all over his face. “We are having a boyfriend-girlfriend time. Isn’t this doing something?”

Oh no, it just got worse! I should at least lock the door so no one will barge in. Azul managed to get his magic pen out despite her bone-crushing hug. He pointed it towards the door and was about to cast the spell but it was opened before he could lock the door.

“Azul, we run out of—“

It was Jade that walked in. Why?

“Fufufu~ I will compensate the missing ingredient with others and I’ll leave you alone.” Just like he came, Jade exited the office swiftly as if he has never shown up.

(Y/N) giggled as the corners of her mouth quirked up. “Now that the cat is out of the bag, shall we continue?”

“Oh before I forget, Azul, if you want to talk about why you reacted to the picture the way you did, know that I’m here to listen.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #twst azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst imagines #ficlet #female reader

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mythicamagic · 3 years

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“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”

AN: ...yeah so I'll post part five in a few hours and THAT will be the ending to this Ex Sesshoumaru saga. Smh. I wrote too much of this. Read the other chapters - here.

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She can't recall how it started.

It wasn't as though either of them had woken up one day and decided to pursue something. They'd become 'companions' of sorts- not quite friends, not casual acquaintances either. Kagome spoke with him while sitting on the grassy hillside, wearing full miko garb and explaining about future technologies.

Talking turned into meeting up regularly. Meetups turned into secret rendezvous.

Kagome wagered she'd been a source of intrigue for the demon lord. A window into the future. He listened with rapt attention and intelligent, sharp eyes. His questions were short and to the point- humour dark and smirking. Kagome found him endearing, in an irritatingly proud kind of way.

She learned about demon culture and his shining, unblemished heritage. How his ancestors had created magnificent weapons that could cut through stormy skies and block out the sun.

Kagome really couldn't say how it started.

He still hadn't been keen on humans, deeming them weak. A few were the exception to the rule. Kagome had figured that was enough. To be counted amongst those few meant she was 'special.'

She felt special, kissing him. Being loved by him made Kagome glow golden, radiating power and contentment. He encouraged her to train, to build up her reiki to new heights so that she might shock and amaze like no other miko before her. To go beyond the title of 'Shikon Miko.'

But centuries of bigotry didn't just 'go away' overnight, nor was it cured by love. He still thought of humans as beneath him. He loved her despite her humanity, not because of it.

In hindsight, Kagome shouldn't have been surprised by his reaction to her hypothetical question.

"If we ever have kids, do you think they'll be recognised as heirs?"

"What?"

Kagome shifted atop a pillow within his room at the Western Stronghold, setting down her book. "I'm just saying, I know your court is still pretty old school with how they feel about Hanyous. Think it'll impact our kids being able to take over the Western Lands?"

What a naive question. She'd been so wrapped up in how he made her feel- Kagome hadn't stopped to consider the possibility that he hadn't changed enough. Not enough for such a question. She'd asked hoping to be assured. That he'd comfort her with the knowledge that any children they had would be respected.

They wouldn't end up like Inuyasha. Ignored. Cast out.

Sesshoumaru had looked at her with such a perplexed, complicated expression. He spoke slowly, as though breaking the news to a child.

"A Hanyou will never rule the Western lands."

The surprise had set in- like she recognised the handle of the knife buried into her gut, but the pain hadn't registered yet. She'd questioned him, of course. His explanation wasn't any more encouraging.

"Hanyous only live a few centuries. I cannot entrust something as important as the longevity of these lands to one, nor can I guarantee they would mate a demon to extend their lifespan."

"Why don't you just say what you mean?" she uttered coldly, betrayal simmering in her blood as she stood. "You don't want one. You don't want an imperfect kid with me."

"That is not what I-"

"You don't have to say it," Kagome glared. "It's there, behind every word you just said. When were you gonna clue me in on this, huh? And what the hell is your plan?- because if you intended to keep me as a fucking mistress all this time while you play happy families with a pure-blooded bitch then-"

"No-" he snarled, terrible and thundering. Sesshoumaru got in her face, large hands curling in her hair, thumbs stroking the shells of her ears, trying to soothe. "I would not have you be Izayoi. You would be my mate. I would make you my Lady. We may have pups."

"That's very considerate of you," she sneered, flashing blunt teeth. "And where's this pure-blooded youkai kid coming from, hm? Because I sure as hell can't give you one."

Golden eyes slid away. It was as though a part of him knew, recognised that his duty would put him at odds with what they'd created together. He looked young, suddenly.

"I will create an heir with an inconsequential demoness."

"Inconsequential?" Kagome stared, hysteria bubbling up inside her. She broke away from him, his touch feeling unwanted, cold. "You'd use some poor woman just for that?"

"You are attributing human emotion to this," Sesshoumaru uttered, gaze flicking back to her. "She would be honoured by it. Her family would want for nothing-"

"Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!" Kagome burst, tears blurring her vision. "Can't you hear yourself? You'd still have to sleep with her, with a stranger. She'd carry your child for months, only to be torn away from them? Or would she live here? Would I have to see her every damn day and know- be reminded that I and my child weren't enough for you?!" her voice broke, a wave of emotion slamming her in the gut, only just registering and truly feeling the implications of her words.

His expression cracked, eyes widening, recognising he'd hurt her. Long claws unfurled.

"Kagome-"

"No! No, I'm done," Kagome backed away.

Years of sadness and mistrust loomed over their relationship suddenly, where before there had only been lazy mornings or evenings spent resting her head on his thigh, listening to long claws plucking the strings of a koto and inhaling rich, spicy scents of smoke from an ornate pipe.

"Don't talk to me. Don't even look at me," blue eyes swimming with tears glared. "Thank you for clarifying everything, Lord Sesshoumaru. I just wish you'd told me this two years ago."

He tried to touch her again- only for the miko to slap his attempt away with a crackling hiss of holy energy. Sesshoumaru was forced back, his hand steaming, narrowly avoiding being burned as Kagome backed away.

She'd never seen the look of pure, unadulterated surprise and distress contort his regal features before. But Sesshoumaru was proud. Sesshoumaru was a being carved from stone, who could not be moved by the words of a mere mortal.

He let her go.

Kagome didn't so much as grab her bag. She hitched a ride on Ah Un and made for Kaede's village. It wasn't long before she'd said her goodbyes, propelled by distress and anger into a hasty decision.

She jumped through the well, never to return.

It was a terrible, disappointing end to her feudal fairytale.

---

Rising slowly, Kagome blinked tired lids open, coming to a silent conclusion in the cold light of day. Picking up the phone, she called Natsuki and scheduled a meetup.

Promptly breaking up with him.

He didn't seem terribly shocked by the news.

"So… are you going to him after this?" He asked point-blank.

"What?"

"That silver inuyoukai I sensed on you last week. Figured you had something else going on."

Stiffness rendered her shoulders tense. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "for making you feel that way. I'm not going to him, but I have been thinking about him."

"Heh, you've been thinking about him but not going? Sounds difficult."

"It is," she smiled, reaching over the table and squeezing his fingers. "Goodbye, Natsuki."

The way he'd eyed her hand, just for a moment- warily- as though wondering for half a second if she'd taken her pills, only strengthened Kagome's resolve.

She knew what she wanted now.

---

Dressing up that night, she wore her best things. The nicest pair of earrings, shoes, right down to her dress and underwear. She did everything to allow herself to relax, soaking in a tub with candles littered around the edge beforehand.

Glancing at her pills on the nightstand, Kagome grabbed her purse before leaving, having not taken them all day. The effects should've worn off by now. Walking down the stairs, she experimented with a light flex- pink static racing over her skin in a faint crackle.

Dark hair fanned out, soon settling about her shoulders. Kagome took a long, indrawn breath. Life flowed through her veins. Her heart pumped, alive, healthy. Too long had she soaked herself in misery and settled for any half-decent demon cock willing to tolerate her power. Her species.

No more.

Kagome headed straight for the youkai bar.

She slipped in, a known regular by now. Unlike usual though, after grabbing a drink she didn't content herself by sitting at the bar until a tall dark and handsome stranger approached her. Kagome downed it to ignite a fire in her throat, hissing quietly and setting down her glass before easing around grinding bodies on the dance floor.

Standing in the centre, with speakers booming, vibrations thrumming through her- multicoloured lights flashing overhead in the much too dark room, with sweat and youki plastering to the air like heady vapour, Kagome took a breath. Beefy hands met her waist, intending to 'dance' with her - before she let reiki flow.

Younger demons immediately backed off, spooked by the mere suggestion of power. The hands left her body as she met their gazes. If they wanted to touch her, they'd have to reach her.

Dark eyes turned to the miko, intrigued. Some started to approach, but she gradually turned the facet of her holy powers higher. Bigger, more arrogant males kept moving closer. They could match her, tame her. She was just a priestess, after all. They hadn't been anything substantial in centuries.

Kagome held her head high on the half-empty dance floor, pink energy now static and visible, racing over her body like a live wire. And still more poured into her aura, seeping out like a huge barrier. She wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

Even the bravest stopped, all demons now pressed back against far walls, snarling at her, some evacuating the bar.

Kagome's heart shuddered. Her shoulders fell. All that, and she still hadn't let everything out. Maybe she was supposed to make herself smaller. Maintain the air of an unassuming priestess by a big strong demon's side. Settle. Accept it. What had she been expecting?

Feeling foolish and a little selfish for spoiling everyone's night, Kagome stepped back with the intent of recalling her energy.

A palm met the pink barrier, a sharp sound ringing out like the crack of lightning. Youki -familiar, dominating, unique- crashed against her aura, creating a plume of sweeping mists. Through the pink haze, Sesshoumaru stepped forward.

Unlike his usual modern look, the glamour was absent this time.

Kagome's eyes widened, oxygen briefly freezing inside her lungs. His markings were on full display. Seeing him again, really seeing him, awakened a strange feeling inside her.

Kagome grit blunt teeth, refusing to soften. She allowed another wave of her reiki out, creating a blazing inferno that licked along the wooden floors and sent every other demon fleeing.

Golden eyes narrowed slightly, but Sesshoumaru kept his palm raised, long hair whipping around him.

As reiki slid through the gaps of his fingers, he took a step closer. Followed by another. Red youki buffered its natural opposite, creating sparks and wafts of charged steam. He walked around the room, slowly tightening the circle around her like a predator closing in, though not without effort.

Kagome had never felt anything like it. She'd never let so much loose before. She could even keep going, she could-

Sesshoumaru's hand closed over her wrist, eyes hazed red. He panted, face lingering close. "Enough. I can withstand you, dear one," he said in a rush, light burns dotting his cheek and forehead. "But those outside cannot. You could obliterate every demon within a 5-mile radius if you wished, but I know you do not want that."

Kagome blinked, shaken. Catching her breath suddenly, she trembled, holding onto him.

His presence stabilised something, allowing Kagome to slowly begin reeling blistering power back. Her body weakened, forehead finding his shoulder as pink power receded back inside. Wild youki died down not long after.

And that was how Kagome Higurashi was barred from the only youkai establishment in the city.

#Sesskag #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #asks

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pappydaddy · 4 years

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An Odd Summer (r.l.)

A/N: This is the Father!Lupin request with a daughter!werewolf!Reader. Just reading this request made me fall into a puddle of mush for many reasons. First reason: because Lupin would be the best damn father ever - I will fight if someone tries to convince me otherwise. Second reason: the request is just giving me Marauders and Golden Trio parallels and I live for those. Sorry it’s a bit short!

This isn’t set in any particular part of the series, but Sirius is in it because I refuse to acknowledge that he died. The Order is also still formed and Mad-Eye is still alive as well. Also, there are hints of Wolfstar in here because you cannot tell me that they were not meant to be (as much as I love Tonks).

Pairing: Father!Lupin x Daughter!Werewolf!Reader

Show/Movie: Harry Potter

Requested

Warnings: It’s a bit angsty I guess because the reader is a werewolf and they were keeping that from Lupin but it’s mostly just a sweet father/daughter fic.

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Lupin held his head in his hands as he sat at the long table. All around him, the members of The Order talked about the problem at hand. “Did you know this Lupin?” Mad-eye spoke to the distraught man, making him lift his head from his hands. His tired eyes met the stern Auror’s, seeing the usual scowl painted on his wrinkled face.

“Of course not,” Lupin tried to refrain himself from snapping at Mad-eye. His voice came out strained and weak. “I had no idea.” He whispered to himself, his shoulders slumping as he hung his head. Ashamed of himself for not recognizing the signs earlier. He felt Sirius’ hand land on his upper-back, a soothing gesture that made Lupin feel just a bit better.

“How could you have known? She hid it so well.” Sirius comforted Lupin, his other hand on the table. Lupin lifted his head, his pained and tired eyes connecting with Sirius’ sympathetic ones instantly.

“I should have known,” He pressed, his hand gripping the sleeve of his cardigan. “I went through it too,” He stressed, his grip tightening on his sleeve as he became angrier with himself for being so blind. “I should have seen the signs.”

“Don’t beat yourself up too bad, Lupin,” Arthur spoke up from his spot next to Molly. “Children hide things from their parents too well sometimes and when you find out, you kick yourself for not realizing sooner. That’s what being a parent is like.” The man tried his best to sympathize with Lupin.

“Merlin knows how many things our children have hidden and continue to hide from us. Enough to give me a heart attack no doubt.” Molly backed up her husband’s statement. Lupin gulped, nodding as he convinced himself that they were right. She had just hidden it way too well, there was no way of him knowing. If he was being completely honest with himself, he still cannot recall a single time he saw the warning signs. She was his daughter, after all, she was bound to be good at hiding things, she was practically raised on stories from his Hogwarts years.

The opening of the door spooked everyone since they never thought it would open while they talked, everyone who was supposed to be there was already in the room. Lupin looked up, seeing a confused Y/N standing at the door, looking at everyone staring at her with wide eyes. “Dad?” She asked, her voice so quiet that if there had been any other noise, he wouldn’t have heard it.

“How are you feeling, Pumpkin?” He asked, watching her step into the room. She moved hesitantly, unsure if she was interrupting a meeting or not. Before she could process his question in her confusion riddled mind, Mad-eye cleared his throat and stood up.

“We’ll leave you guys be, you’ve got lots to talk about.” With that, the others rose from their spots and followed the waddling man out of the room. Sirius remained, his hand still on Lupin’s back comfortingly. Y/N pulled out the chair across the table from her father, placing herself slowly into the chair. She eyed Lupin and Sirius nervously, knowing part of the reason she was here and why her father was so stressed. She cringed, bowing her head slightly as she listened to the last few footsteps exiting the room. She hoped her father wasn’t too mad about her hiding something so big from him.

The door closed, but the three remained silent for a few seconds. Lupin tried to figure out the best thing to say first, Y/N was too scared to say anything in case her father yelled at her, and Sirius was letting Lupin take the reins. Nobody remembered Lupin’s unanswered question from a minute ago, instead, they were too wrapped up in their heads. “How long?” Lupin spoke up, his eyes staring at his daughter.

Y/N looked up, her eyes switching between her father and god-father who both waited for her answer. She sighed, placing her folded hands on top of the table, looking at them. “Since my third year.” She answered, not even needing him to clarify, already knowing the topic of discussion was.

“Your third year,” Lupin’s eyes widened. “That was three years ago, Y/N.” He stressed, wracking his brain to figure out if there were any warning signs he hadn’t picked up on. Y/N looked up, startled as she thought her father was mad. Sirius extended his free hand, placing it over her folded hands to draw her attention from Lupin.

“He’s not mad at you, he’s just worried. He blames himself for not realizing sooner,” He explained, his hand patting hers but not leaving it. Before Lupin could interject, Sirius spoke again. “Why don’t you tell us how this happened?”

She nodded, rolling her lips together nervously. “I snuck into the Forbidden Forest, I know you told me never to go in there, especially on a full moon, but I really wanted to see a unicorn,” She burst into a rant, her hands slipping out from under Sirius’ to fly around the air to convey her wild story. “I hadn’t even thought about the fact that it was a full moon, I just knew that I had overheard Hagrid talking about how he had spotted one the night before,” She panted but showed no signs of slowing her rant. “I was barely in there for more than a few minutes and I heard something running towards me. It wasn’t until a week after that I realized it was a werewolf. I am so, so, sorry! I know I went against everything you ever asked me not to do and I cannot tell you how sorry I am for not only doing that but not telling you-”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Lupin cut her off, making her look at him once again. “As Sirius said, I’m not mad.”

“You’re not,” She tilted her slightly, setting her hands back down on the table. “Not even about me going into the Forbidden Forest after you telling me not to?” She asked, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Lupin shook his head, his bangs tickling his forehead as he did so.

“I’m not. I’m glad that something worse didn’t happen to you in there,” He told her sincerely, shivering slightly as he thought about all that could have happened to her. “I do, however, question how you managed to hide this. Transformations are horrible and Wolfsbane is quite difficult to brew so how’d you do it?”

“Well, Hermione managed to figure it out before my first full moon so she helped me research how to deal with transformations and taught me how to brew Wolfsbane,” She disclosed, dropping her eyes back to her hands. She didn’t want Hermione to get in trouble because of her. “Luna had all kinds of information that made me feel better, she helps me not think of myself as a monster.”

She didn’t look up from her hands, missing the shared look Lupin and Sirius shared. “Sounds like you’ve gotten everything figured out,” Lupin smiled a tight smile, standing up. Y/N looked up, startled by his chair scraping against the floor. “I just need one thing from you.”

She nodded, standing up abruptly. “Anything.”

Lupin smiled a soft smile now, extending his arms out towards her. “Give your poor old dad a hug, would you?” At that, she rushed around the long table, her arms wrapping around his middle as she hugged him tightly. Lupin laughed as she nearly knocked him over, his hands falling on her back.

“When we were attacked by a werewolf, I didn’t think it’d be my god-daughter,” Sirius stood up himself, wrapping his arms around the pair of them. “Quite an odd start to summer if I do say so myself.”

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lu-undy · 3 years

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I'm not sure if you've already written something like this, but what about Spy showing Sniper his face for the first time?

Here it is!

"Mh…"

"Mornin' gorgeous."

Spy smiled as he felt Sniper's lips on his back, peppering kisses there. The taller man was spooning him, his hands slid along the Frenchman's slim silhouette, on his pyjamas.

"Sniper…"

"Let me just…" The Aussie's hands had laced up to Spy's collar. He undid the first few buttons before he pulled down the shirt, freeing Spy's shoulders to kiss them. His rough hands touched the porcelain white skin and his lips gently grazed it, slowly melting from here to there. Spy lowered his head and closed his eyes, feeling Sniper on his back now. Their legs slid against each other's, under the blanket.

"S-Sniper…"

"Don't worry, I won't remove it." He whispered back, pushing the edges of the mask up to reach further up Spy's back. He kissed and nipped, gently. "Gosh, you're so soft."

Spy smiled, his eyes still closed, and he bit his lip.

"You of all people should know it by now." He answered before he heard Sniper chuckle behind him.

"Spook?"

"Oui?"

"Will you let me see your face one day?"

Spy opened his eyes and frowned.

"I… Do not know." He rolled to face Sniper and the Aussie slid his hands to the Frenchman's masked face.

"I'm sure you look gorgeous under that thing."

"Merci, but…" Spy averted his gaze. "I do not think it is a good idea. Not at all."

"Oh, ok… I-I mean we're alone here, the doors are closed and all, no one else would see you."

"It is not about that." Spy answered.

"What is it, then?"

"A lot of things." He buried his face in Sniper's chest. "One of them is that you will realise that I am far older than you are, far more grey, tired and beaten up by life."

"No you're not. And even if you were, I couldn't care less."

"Sniper, I… I am not the arrogant womanizer that people see in me."

"I know, you also like men."

"That is not what I meant."

"Oh?"

Spy frowned harder and sighed.

"I cannot show you my face, I am sorry."

"It's… Ok, alright. I don't really get it but it's not worth fightin' over."

Spy raised his eyes to his lover.

"What?"

"All I'm sayin' is that well, I'd love to see you entirely but it's fine. I guess we can go on like that."

"You have seen so much more about me, Sniper, I have lain naked in front and under you before."

"I know but… It's odd that in your head you should hide your face more than your… y'know."

"Well, people can recognise me with my face, not with what I have between my legs."

"Yeah, I get it but… Still, a bit of a shame, I think."

Sniper removed his hands from Spy's face and looked away. Silence fell in the Frenchman's room. The only noise was the tireless ticks and tocks of the alarm clock on the night table.

"I am superstitious." Spy's voice slashed the silence.

"What?"

"I am superstitious." Spy repeated.

“What’s it got to do with what we were talkin’ about?”

“Everything.”

“Spook, you make no sense.”

“Of course, I do.” Spy closed his eyes out of annoyance. "You just do not understand."

"Tell me."

Spy laid his head on Sniper's chest and took his large hand in both of his.

"I thought it was only stories but I now fully believe it. Each time that I show my face to a person that is dear to my heart, they… They go away."

Sniper's eyebrows jumped.

"What?"

"It is a curse. Anyone I have shown my face to ends up leaving me, either just moving on away from me, or worse." Spy explained before he sat up on the bed, next to his lover. Sniper sat up too and laced an arm around Spy.

"So you always wear it now, because you're scared it'll happen again?"

"I remove it if I do not care about the person my heart chose."

And Sniper understood that if Spy kept his mask on at all times with him, it was because the Aussie counted an awful lot to him.

"I… Hold on, you say that people went away as if they have left you in the past. How the hell could they leave you?"

Spy lowered his head and sighed.

"Because at some point, they discover who I am and… and it is better that way." Spy freed himself from his lover and stood up. He slipped on his dressing gown and locked himself up in his bathroom.

Sniper watched him move away and sighed. He both found Spy's words ridiculous and heart-breaking. He wished he could do something to help. He scratched his naked chest and ruffled his hair on his head.

Well, he should get up and make some coffee. That would give Spy some time to feel better maybe.

Sniper got to his feet and grabbed his shirt that he put on, but kept open. He went to Spy's kitchen and got the cafetiere ready. He put two mugs next to it and started to gather the toasts and butter, from the fridge. He turned the radio on and let the chatter occupy his thoughts.

When the coffee was ready and the smell gently floated in the Frenchman's suite, Sniper readied a pan and broke a couple of eggs in a bowl. He knew that Spy liked an omelette in the morning, so he got to work. After beating the eggs vigorously, he went to the fridge to take that goat cheese that his lover liked so much and added some to the mix before spreading it on the oiled pan.

Sniper watched as the liquid eggs hardened while the goat cheese melted. Suddenly, the light switched off in the kitchen. He raised his head to the bulb and headed to the switch when a hand stopped his wrist.

"Non, please."

"What?"

"Don't turn the light on." Spy hugged his lover, and Sniper's pupils retracted to a dot as his eyes snapped wide. He didn't feel the fabric of Spy's mask on his chest, no. He felt Spy's skin, and even some of his hair. "Close your eyes."

Sniper obeyed and felt Spy move away from him.

"I will blindfold you."

"My eyes are closed, Spook."

"I don't want to risk it." Spy answered as he turned around Sniper, who felt a smooth cloth over his eyes. Spy was behind him tying the cloth. "Now…" He took Sniper's hands and stuck them on his face, one on each of his cheeks.

The Aussie's eyebrows rose as he touched a face he wished he could do more than touch. He closed his eyes behind the blindfold and tried to project the image of what his curious digits were discovering.

Eyebrows, eyelids, yeah, he knew those. Gosh, Sniper could feel the lines at the corner of Spy's eyes. He loved those. Whenever he smiled, they smiled with him. And the Aussie had the same too…

Nose, mouth but oh my God, what was that…? Spy's hair… Rather short on the sides and behind his head as well, longer on top. So soft and straight, it flowed between Sniper's fingers like threads of silk.

His thumbs brushed Spy's forehead, his eyebrows and down his temples, his naked cheeks to end on his lover's lips. They were pursed up in a smile.

"I-your hair feels amazin'."

"Merci. It is grey at the front here…" Spy took Sniper's hand and guided him. "And on the temples, here and here. The rest struggles to stay black."

"Gosh…" Sniper bit his lip. "I wish I could see it… And see you really. It's hard to imagine it all with just my hands touchin' you."

"I am sorry. I wish I could but…"

"Hey, it's fine. It's ok."

Spy put his hands flat on Sniper's, which were sandwiching his face.

"I… I cannot afford to lose you. I know it is egotistic, but non. Y-you are… non."

"Hey…?"

"I would rather lie to you about my face and live with the guilt of lying to you continuously, rather than risk losing you."

"Love… I… I don't want to force you and I'm not forcin' you but you know I'm not gonna leave you. You know I don't care about what you look like, you could look horrible and I'd still stay, cause I don't just like you for your face. I just… You're such a good bloke, and a pleasure to live with."

"Sniper, I have heard these words a million times before and yet…"

"Mundy. Name's Mundy. I have only my parents, no siblings. They… They adopted me. They own a little farm in the Outback, nothin' big, just enough to pay the bills and keep them busy. I… When I was a kid, I was bad at school and dropped it as soon as I could. Been workin' with huntin' contracts ever since because Dad had shown me how to and there was nothing else I was half-decent at."

Spy frowned.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I want you to understand that I… I-I… I don't just stay with you to spend the nights and all… It's… What do I need to do for you to get it? I… I bloody love you!" Mundy burst out. "I won't leave you, I… If I could I'd stay with you forever!"

"If you could?" Spy asked.

"If… If… I was never the one who left anyone. I was always the one who got dumped."

"Why?"

"Because people don't see themselves buildin' anything with me! I'm a weirdo who lives in a van, I don't have a house or a flat of my own, my address is still my parents'. It's-it's not like I have a normal job and a normal life and…" Sniper pulled Spy's head against his chest and held him close. "You're one of the very few blokes I really feel like… Like we can be a bit more than just what we are. I mean… It makes so much sense. No one gets it, you and me, but-but I feel it. I feel comfy with you, like you've always been with me and… Spook, please… What do I need to do for you to believe me?"

Silence fell for a while and their embrace was intense.

"I would love to believe you." The Frenchman said and felt one of Sniper's hands in his hair, his fingers between his locks and pressing him against his bare chest.

"Why don't you?"

"I am scared… Mundy."

"Don't be. I'm here." He bent his head down to kiss Spy's hair. "Gosh, even your hair smells of you."

"Thank you."

"Spook…"

"Lucien." Spy answered, nuzzling in his lover's chest. "My name is Lucien. My parents left this world a long time ago and I have no other family left. My mother used to be a dressmaker, and my father, a lawyer. They lived in the South-West of France, where I was born and raised, under the sun, and between green and red grapes."

"Why're you tellin' me all this now?"

"Because I am more scared than ever."

"Why? I got you here, you're in my arms, nothin's gonna get to you."

"Oui but… Hold on."

Lucien pushed himself away from his lover's embrace and Mundy felt the cloth around his eyes go.

"C-can I open my eyes? You put your mask back?"

"Oui." Lucien flipped the switch to turn the lights on.

"Gosh, Spook!" Mundy slapped his hands on his face as soon as he realised that his lover had lied and he hadn't put his mask back on. "Bugger I nearly saw you!"

"Please…" Sniper felt his lover's hands on his wrists, pulling them down.

"Spook…"

"Lucien." Spy corrected him and as he removed Sniper's hands from his face, he saw that the Aussie had kept his eyes closed.

"But you said you didn't like it if I saw you."

"I have changed my mind."

"Why?" Mundy continued to speak with closed eyes.

"Because of what you said."

Mundy felt his lover's hands on his naked chest. He opened his eyes.

"Oh bloody hell… Look at you… You're…"

His hands immediately went back to Lucien's face and touched again, stroking, brushing, grazing, his eyes darted left, right, up and down.

"My God… H-how…?"

Lucien tried smiling, but not too much. He was very self conscious about his age showing in the million wrinkles on his face when he smiled.

"What do you think - mh?!"

Spy was surprised mid-sentence by his lover's lips. And the intensity, the force with which he was pulling his body and his hair, his very lips too into the kiss. The Frenchman almost felt his feet take off of the ground.

"What was that about?" He asked, although being as breathless as his lover.

"How could you ever think you're too old or ugly or whatever? You look better than in my dreams, you look… Y-you… I-I don't know what the word is, or even if the word exists or-or maybe there's a sentence or maybe an expression? Bloody hell, what am I sayin?!" Mundy's voice was high-pitched and broken, he was out of air and stopped to catch his breath for a while. "You're gorgeous, you're so beautiful, you're… How could people leave you after seein' your face, you look bloody fantastic." Mundy pulled his lover close and hugged him all over, ending with his cheek on top of Lucien's head.

"Mundy…?"

The Aussie rolled his eyes and closed them in bliss, scratching his lover's head as he would a cat.

"Say my name with that accent once more and we're gonna skip breakfast to go straight for lunch." He growled.

"Mundy?"

"Gosh…"

"May we still have breakfast?"

"Maybe."

Both smiled and Mundy kissed his lover on the head.

"Lucien?"

"Oui?"

"Why did you change your mind?"

Lucien raised his eyes to his lover.

"I told you, because of what you said."

"What did I say?"

The Frenchman smiled and blushed. This time, Mundy could see it so clearly that he couldn't help but stare, and his own cheeks turned pink.

"You said that you loved me." Lucien answered.

"Yeah, and I do."

Their smiles widened.

"It is the first time you tell me this."

"Yeah, it's hard to say."

"Indeed, it is." Their eyes met and lingered. "I love you too, Mundy."

"Alright, you looked for it…" The Aussie dragged his lover out of the kitchen.

"What-? Where-?"

"Bedroom, now. Breakfast in bed…"

"What?" Lucien asked as he was led to the bed.

"C'mere…" The Aussie pushed his lover deeper in the sheets.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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Live Watch: S.C.I. Mystery Episode One

I enjoy camp because I've always enjoyed analysis and examination. I enjoy looking at something from all sides, testing it with my fingertips. When I was a child I would sit for hours just looking at something until I had it all held in my mind and I felt like I understood it. Camp necessitates that understanding the way that imitation and - good - parody requires it. To quote Susan Sontag - who articulated what camp is so well - Camp is "a sensibility that revels in artifice, stylisation, theatricalisation, irony, playfulness, and exaggeration rather than content." Because of this camp takes on head to head gender, sexuality, expectations, any sort of defined norm and sequins it up then shakes it down until understanding comes out. When understanding something there are three major ways to work your investigation - what it is, what it's imitation is - the close but not quite, and what it isn't. Camp handles all three, to quote again: "Camp sees everything in quotation marks. It's not a lamp, but a 'lamp; not a woman, but a 'woman.'"

Why are we talking about camp? Because SCI Mystery is some of the best kind of camp outside of drag or screaming about wire hangers. It deals a lot with mental illness in a way that would destroy a serious show, but in this one "mental illness" is a metaphor for being marginalised and a way to talk about the mouse and cat in the room. This show is about being queer. About being gay loudly and quietly, about resisting specific labels and needing them, about the threat of a cure and the blessing of acceptance. All the messy realities of queer life as varied as queer people. Like Lil Nas X's Montero, you can appreciate the effort without being comfortable with it. While the show's allegory of mental illness when many queer people are still told they are ill is done well and there is reason to the choices and tone, things are said which can be hard to hear. Knowing they're there because they're hard to hear and have been heard doesn't help everyone.

With all that said, it's also a fun, silly bl drama. Don't let the analysis scare you off. While the information about camp can be something to be aware of, all this show requires to be enjoyed is a willingness to be amused and spooked in turns.

You know the drill, spoilers below!

* I have memorised the youku sound, I have a triggered response with it. Not all triggers are bad, this one reminds me of Guardian

* Welcome to episode one where we just leap in! But don't worry, one of them has a cute earring and they are colour coordinated.

* Watching from youtube the episode is 38 minutes long while most of the others are 45. Attach whatever emotion you want to that fact.

* The exposition is handily delivered by asking a question which tells us some things, thank you show, I appreciate it

* First episode and he's already giving his partner an in case I don't come back letter to be opened if he dies

* Wait for me!~ Go!~~

* Slow walk with dramatic music: 1 (don't make this a drinking game You Will Expire) this time with bonus almost looking back

* I've seen a similar shot on Hawaii Five O

* Don't explain what's happening, just knock everything over with a jump kick in some absolutely spotless white tennies

* Running with dramatic music with bonus looking back: Does it count? We have yet to hear back from the judges

* They leap into the water with an explosion behind them, we are less than 2 minutes in and I love that for them

* At first I thought the boats were making a big heart before I remembered that I am very silly and they are not doing that

* This one is going to be long

* I can see his pockets through his trousers, why are his trousers so thin?

* It's not kissing to dramatic music in the surf if it's CPR

* Each story line has its own intro and that's very sexy of them

* Slow walk/dramatic music: 2-6

* These people are totally goofy and and yet the Seriousness

* Two Weeks Ago!

* The police school bus has arrived to shoo away the crows circling around Dr. Zhan staring (dramatically) at the body

* Sport scar policeman dresses even more unprofessionally than Zhao Yunlan who at least looks like a detective who was jumped by so many criminals he just gave up wearing a suit and went for jeans. Chief Bai's clothes are so thin, I'm under constant anxiety someone is going to tear them off.

* Also several of the cast pictures on MyDramaList look like the pictures your auntie insists taking to send to your other aunties and I love that for them

* Triple axil spin from the victim, the judges are loving it - this is the camp I'm here for

* The dramatic slo mo and music budget for this show was so big, just as it should be

* He's mad because he's angy

* Master Psychiatrist can tell all about the killer from crouching by the body, it's a trope and this is one of the few places I like it because it serves the show instead of the show serving it

* When you're almost boyfriend is going away for reasons and it's not your decision but you can't go with him because of your job so you're just low key bitter about it

* "You can't control me"

* The pettiness between these two

* Professional women who worked hard to get where they are still are constantly obsessed with boys according to most cdramas

*The male posturing in those three second has accidentally circled back around to being gay in the way those bro shows accidentally do and I love that

* I live for this 80s-90s police chief perm

* The Pettiness

* I always tend to like doctor characters, I don't know why. Even when they aren't my favourites I like them.

* She's kind of adorable, I like her (I've seen a lot of this show and every time I say I like someone it ends badly ;-; )

* "the victems"

* If you love Creative English, this is the show for you!

* Chief Bai's crew is trying so hard to get them back together

* Dr. Zhan is so good at psychology he can tell what someone looks like from some tire tracks - this trope is used all the time in crime shows, but they push it a little farther in SCI and it really helps the viewer know what the rules for the show are

* The scene in the psychiatrist's office hearkens back to queer coded villains and the way they're treated in old black and white horror cinema - but done so artfully it's almost invisible. It's incredibly well done, and the awareness of tropes and types all throughout the series is tremendously successful as much as it's campy fun.

* There's also the trope of someone who manipulates someone into feeling like they've been "purified" and then weaponises them against the "filthy". And of course the fact that the killer's blade is a mirror - that he's killing in others what he sees in himself. This trope hasn't just been queer-coded but has been applied to any sort of physical or mental disorder. Thesis have been written about this trope and the anxiety attached to it. I can't write them better and this is long enough, it's just a small part of the excellent handling of the themes showing up in this genre and I wanted to point it out because it deserves appreciation for the skill and knowledge in the writing.

* The whole you need evidence vs you're saying psychoanalysis isn't trustworthy feels very much like a coded angry exes discussion

* I love the establishing shots, so good

* He kind of deserved that door to the face, what was he even doing

* Police violence in crime shows is supposed to be a release for the viewer, but many countries have issues with police violence so it hits wrong. Here it's far more performative in a way that at least has some awareness

* The weirdest phone call, you call someone to tell them something important and they say two things to you and hang up

* The tongue thing, why always the tongue thing?

* When a serial killer tries to compliment you by calling you a carnivore and you shut down the whole alpha male supposition by calling yourself a vegetarian

* At this point I've written almost fifteen hundred words and taken almost two hours to watch 23 minutes

* This is my life, these are my choices

* Dutch Angles

* You could make this conversation about being gay, I have had this conversation about homosexuality before

* Unfortunately while I had it I was on the bus trapped in a window seat

* The conversation didn't end with me saying something cool and everyone clapping

* They just got off the bus to go to work

* The banality of evil, yo

* Her shorts are Incredibly Short, good for her

* "arrest the perp behind my back" that's his job, broheim

* He doesn't ask why she checked behind their ears

* DUN dun dun!

* Slo mo file drop, and of course the file is blood stained and aged

* Chalk Art of Doom

* Chinese word play!

* Caught almost putting his coat over his crush, embarrassing XD

* Backstory!

* I love all the little character details, I could quote lines I think are funny all day but that would start getting silly

* Bai Yu Tong is marked as clean and having OCD but we don't see what's apparently a huge character trait at all other than the all white, do love that he's good at cooking

* Dr. Zhan: Brilliant! Genius! Cannot feed himself.

* Dr. Gong has indifference level 100% which is true and also I love that for him

* I love that Wang Shao part of the team because he's good at making friends, I love that for him

* Poor Zhao Fu: scared of ghosts and dumb and sweet? At least he has an 8 pack

* Jiang Lin is very tropey except the mention of her nearsightedness

* Ma Han's height 1.7m and legs 1.8m is hilarious and I love it

* I stopped recording the slo mo walks, but if you were drinking along with them you might be dead so I really appreciate you taking time out of your afterlife to continue reading. We appreciate all our ghost readers

* And that's the first episode! Thanks for making it to the end!

#SCI Mystery #SCI谜案集 #watchthrough #let's watch

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westywrites · 3 years

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A House with Eyes

I had a guest on one of my tours have a very spooky experience and decided to play with it and turn it into a fictionalized account that places readers in her shoes. (1780 words)

Finally, you give in. Your friend has wanted to go on one of these ghost tours for months now. He’s practically been begging. It’s not your sort of thing; you told him as much. You don’t like scary things; he can call you a chicken all he wants. He might be right. You are scared. Whether or not ghosts are real, it doesn’t seem like the sort of thing to be messing with. And you don’t see the fun in wandering around a historical village. You even skipped out when your elementary school went there on a trip. And that was during the day. You can’t think of anything less appealing than stumbling through the dark following some stranger with a lantern.

But no one else will go with him. So, finally, you give in.

Of course, when the day arrives, it’s storming. He’s giddy with excitement, saying it’s the perfect weather. All you can think about is how miserable you’ll be on the bus ride home with wet feet. Or, at least, that’s all you’re trying to think about. There’s a stone in your gut and a quiet voice in your head that you’re trying to drown out with the rain. That quiet, terrified voice responds to each thunderclap with a whimper. With a worry that the weather is some kind of omen. You tell yourself you don’t believe in omens.

The Visitor Center is bright and cool, a relief after walking from the bus stop in the humid heat. You’re greeted by a person holding a lantern. They’re dressed all in black with a cloak that billows around them as it's blown about by the air conditioning. Their welcome is meant to sound sinister, you think, but really it just sounds hokey. Your friend smiles down at you, and you respond with a glare.

Stepping out the far doors of the Visitor Center leaves you in the sticky air once again. Though it’s stopped raining, for now, the humidity still presses in. The heat makes the air in your lungs thick. The weather scared away the other guests, the guide says. It will be just you and your friend. And the guide, of course. Your friend calls you chicken again as you take an unsteady breath. You want to tell him he’s wrong, but a glance down the dark path into the village kills the words in your throat. Maybe it is fear that’s making it hard to breathe. Humidity certainly can’t explain why it feels like someone’s watching you from the house at the end of the lane.

The guide tells you the history of the land. Instead of listening, you watch the shadows on their face. Each expression is exaggerated in the dim light of the lantern they placed on the ground in front of them. The shadows make their features into something grotesque. When they finally start talking about ghosts, they look at you. Despite yourself, your heart speeds up. A sick twist of the guide’s lips shows that they noticed your fear. Despite yourself, you look away.

Your eye is drawn back to the house at the end of the lane.

As the guide brings you further into the village, you ask about that house. Burwick House, they say. The last stop on the tour. They’re watching you as you look at the house. They’re smiling that sick little smirk when you look back. Your friend tells you it’s okay to be afraid; he’s even a little spooked. You shrug.

Burwick House has two windows on the top floor. They remind you of eyes.

Reluctantly, you let your friend drag you into each building the guide stops at. You hurry through them, your mind replaying the stories the guide just told of ghosts inside. Teasing you for rambling the whole time, your friend holds your arm to keep you in the old mill just a little longer. He says you’re talking because you’re afraid of what you might hear in the silence. You don’t try to tell him he’s wrong. Everywhere you go in that village, you keep looking back at that house. Burwick House. A house with eyes.

The guide watches you watching a house that feels like it’s watching too.

At the building next door, you don’t hear a word the guide has to say. You’re close enough now. You can almost see in the windows. A few times, you look over at your friend only to realize you’ve begun to walk away. Away from the tour. Towards that house. Towards Burwick House.

There’s a woman in the window.

You saw her for just a moment. The curtain moved, and you saw her. The curtains are still now, not even blowing in a draft. You can’t help the strange feeling rising inside you. There’s a woman inside that house. And she smiled at you.

The hot, sticky fear that’s followed you through the village is fading. In its place, there’s a soft sense of familiarity. The windows aren’t eyes. It’s the woman who’s been watching you. She knows you. The house knows you. When you enter, you think you might find that you know it too.

You nod as the guide says that the woman in Burwick House is mourning the loss of a child. She’s sad, you know it. And she knows you. The guide says that the spirit haunting the house often shows herself to children. You press your lips together. Whether or not ghosts are real, you saw her in the window. You can feel her watching you now. The guide is watching you too. They assure you she is friendly, and you have to bite your tongue before you say you know. In the dim light from the lantern, their smile is carved in shadows. Your friend looks at you; he expects you to be afraid. You don’t have to tell him he’s wrong.

You’re in the house before the guide can even finish opening the door.

Burwick House. You run a finger over an informational plaque. It talks about the history of the building. It says nothing about the woman. Portraits stare down at you in the parlour. The painted eyes are dull. No matter where you turn, it feels like you are being watched from behind. You’re tempted to call out, but that would break the fragile quiet that has fallen over the house. A house holding its breath. You realize that you’ve been holding yours too.

The stairs are blocked. It would take only a second to remove the chain. If you edged up onto the bottom step, you could probably just step over it. The guide is watching you, eyes reflecting the lantern light. It’s time to move on, they say, gesturing towards the door.

You freeze. You cannot leave yet. You haven’t met the woman. You haven’t truly met the house. The quiet hadn’t been enough. With your friend moving around, you couldn’t hear if she called to you. The hallways and rooms you could see were small. The house is much, much larger; you can feel it. You know it. And it knows you.

You cannot leave.

The guide raises an eyebrow when you ask to stay. Your friend stares at you, mouth wide. He starts to ask if you’re sure, but the look you give him kills the words in his throat. You have never been more sure. You have never needed anything as much as you need to stay in that house. As much as you need to know Burwick House like it knows you.

Their smile only grows when you ask the guide to close the door. Your friend’s concern only grows when you ask him to stand perfectly still. You want to ask him to hold his breath. Like the house, like you. In the silence, in the dark, you can feel the house around you. You can feel her. You want to comfort the woman. You want to earn another gentle smile. You want to feel her touch. The guide said in the story that sometimes she touches the children who visit her home. Sometimes she holds their hands. Sometimes she caresses their cheeks. You long to hear her sing.

But your friend’s eyes are piercing through the darkness. He’s lifted a hand toward you. Part of you wants to step away, to step deeper into the shadows of the house. The guide watches your friend’s hand. You grab it.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The house releases the breath it held for you. It releases you. You can still feel the grip of the shadows as the guide opens the door. The woman is alone. She is sad. You know it. But she doesn’t know you.

Down the lane, you can feel Burwick House watching you. The fear of the village presses in again. Thunder claps, and you jump, clinging to your friend. He laughs and calls you chicken. You tell him he’s right.

The guide tells one more story. Then they ask you a question. They want to know why you stopped in the house. They want to know why you asked to stand in the silent dark. Their smile says they already know. You shrug. Your friend looks down at you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You tell him that you felt like you had to. He doesn’t know what that means, and you tell him that’s alright. Under your large umbrella, you lean into him. You lean into your fear. You never understood why people wanted to wander around historic villages and go inside spooky old houses. You always were afraid. Fear explains why it feels like there are eyes on your back. Fear explains why the wind sounds like a woman crying. You let your friend lead you away from the village, towards the cool, bright Visitor Center. Wind blows your hair against your cheek. It feels almost like a hand.

You freeze.

Your friend stops a moment after you. The guide looks back with a shadow-carved smile. Neither of them move. You do not move. Their faces don’t change - one concern, one a twisted, knowing smile. You breathe into your fear. You fill your chest with hot, sticky terror. Ignoring what even fear cannot explain, you tell yourself that the mind hears voices in the storm. You didn’t hear the sad, soft voice through the rain. You don’t want to be known the way Burwick House knows you. You don’t want to hold her mournful hand.

You want it more than anything. And her voice echoes in your mind.

“Come back.”

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Well, I hope I succeeded in making this as creepy as it was to witness in real life. It unsettled me Deeply even before the girl admitted she heard the voice say "come back." And of course, I don't even know what she was actually thinking or feeling, just how strange she was acting!

The image is of me btw! Taken and edited by a coworker. The company we work for is called The Haunted Walk - we offer tours in Toronto, Kingston, and Ottawa (Ontario, Canada).

Oh and - in reality, I promise I'm not a creepy tour guide trying to feed people to an evil house. I'm just a definitely innocent ghost tour guide :)

#west's words #writeblr #amwriting #horror fiction #writers on tumblr #short story #I love my job #and I absolutely love when spooky stuff happens #this was a bar above the rest though #I wrote another version of this in the style of our tours #so third person and more factual/less narrative #also a lot more concise lmaoo #and apparently it might be put in the script!#which is wildly exciting #to have worked in the Pioneer Village for about a month #and already have an experience worthy of being put in the script haha

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The Day of Revelation (Miraculous Prompt of the Day)

“This is insane. What could have HAPPENED to her?”

Tom Dupain put his arm around his sobbing wife, doing his best to sound at all convincing. “Sabine,” he murmured, “we cannot think the worst about this situation. There are many, many explanations for where Marinette has disappeared to that aren’t disastrous, are there not?” Sighing, he added, “And when she returns, she had better have a fine one ready.”

When she didn’t answer, Tom continued, “Marinette is a very... moral young woman. She’s not the type to, you know, run off with some boy and shack up with him for a while! I couldn’t imagine whom the boy would be, anyway. The only ones I’ve seen her mooning over are Luka and Adrien, both of whom have been right here asking about her every day.”

“That doesn’t help much,” sobbed Sabine.

“And she is remarkably resourceful. If someone had... grabbed her, do you think that she wouldn’t have found some way to reach out and seek help by now?” Tom theorized, unhappily. “I do not think that the Bastille could hold her for very long.”

“But what else is there?” Sabine argued, wiping her eyes. “We have checked with every one of her school friends; none of them have seen her in a week. The police have been no help. Even Chat Noir keeps coming by, hoping to find that she’d returned, and looking shattered each time that she hasn’t. If even the superheroes are helpless...”

Sabine shook her head, hoping to wipe away this new reality. “Marinette doesn’t do this kind of thing. She was happy here! I know she was. She didn’t... run away,” she insisted. “So where could she be? Who could have taken her? And why?”

The television blared away behind her, unheard and unwatched. The chyron scrolling along the bottom of its screen -- AKUMA CRISIS: DAY 7 --- LADYBUG STILL MISSING --- STAY-AT-HOME ORDER STILL IN PLACE -- answered more of their anguished questions than either parent could possibly have guessed.

~---~

Later in the day, a loud *THUMP* outside the back door of the Dupain-Cheng residence announced an arrival.

“Please, come in,” Sabine called out. “It’s not locked.”

Tentatively, a young man wearing a black mask poked his head around the door... looking hopeful, but not expectant.

Sabine shook her head as she motioned him inside. “Nothing yet, Chat,” she told him. “Not a single word.”

Chat Noir walked into the kitchen where Sabine was sitting, his face falling, his body language screaming out defeat.

“I’m at a loss,” Chat murmured. “I have searched every square inch of this city, hoping for a footprint, a note, a charm bracelet, a pigtail holder, anything that would give me a clue where she’s gone.”

“Ah. Hullo, Chat,” Tom greeted him, as he entered the kitchen. He rested a large hand on the young hero’s shoulder and noted, “We know that you’re doing everything you can.”

“It’s not your fault,” Sabine noted. “Chat... I know that you and Marinette were good friends... are good friends! And you will be again. I know it. But you have other people to look out for, as well, and you’ll need to get some rest.”

“That’s just it,” said Chat. “I don’t know that I do! Ladybug is still missing, as well... but I haven’t heard of widespread disappearances. The villain isn’t targeting just anyone.”

“I saw the video of what happened to Ladybug on television,” Tom mused. “It was like... some kind of teleporter?”

“I hope that is all that it was, yes,” Chat sighed. “The villain caught her in some kind of glowing golden bubble. She screamed something out to me, but the bubble muffled the sound... and then, POP! she was gone. I’ve been back to the spot where it happened dozens of times, and I can’t find any trace of what happened.”

“...It’s almost as if Marinette got... captured, the same way,” he lamented. “But why would a villain go after her?”

“I... know that she’s helped you in the past,” Sabine suggested, grimly, “figuring out what some of these villains’ weaknesses are. Could she have... maybe... found the villain and been spying on him, perhaps, but he caught her and warped her away, too?”

“That’s as good a theory as any that I have,” Chat replied. “Which is to say... I’ve got nothing.”

Without another word, Chat slumped down into a chair and began crying his eyes out. Instinctively, Sabine motioned to him, then stepped forward and hugged him, fighting off her own tears as she did.

Two large arms wrapped themselves around both of them. “You can let it out, Chat,” Tom soothed him. “We’ve got you.”

Once the immediate emotional storm passed, Sabine smiled at Chat as best she could. “Marinette would feel wonderful knowing that someone like you cares this much about her,” she said. “I know that she had feelings for you once, and things didn’t line up quite as she’d hoped, but...”

“Mrs. Cheng?” a wide-eyed Chat replied. “Things... have changed since then, a bit. I kind of think that I’m the one pursuing her now. And when we find her... there are things that I need to say to her.”

“We will find her. That’s certain,” Tom declared.

Sabine wiped her eyes once more, then faced the young man in her arms. “I hate to ask this of you,” she ventured, “but... Tom and I have been over her room a dozen times already, looking for some clue as to where she’d gone, or why. We’ve come up empty... but could you come look with us for a few minutes? Maybe something will jump out at you that we’ve missed.”

Chat forced a smile. “I’d be happy to,” he replied.

~---~

The three went upstairs, where Chat applied wannabe-amateur-detective’s eyes to their surroundings.

“I’m not seeing anything... terribly new since the last time I was here,” Chat mused. “Her bed was made, her schoolbooks, her makeup, her clothes... all match what I’ve seen here before.”

He noted, without comment, that a picture of him was still up on Marinette’s wall by her bed... not as many pictures as he’d seen once before, but he was still a presence there.

“And all of her clothes are still here, other than what she was wearing,” remarked Tom, rummaging through Marinette’s dresser for the tenth time. “It’s not as if she packed a suitcase and took off. Even her suitcase is still here.”

“That’s good,” said Chat. “I agree with you; Marinette really isn’t the kind of person who’d just... run off, impulsively. The last time that I spoke with her, she didn’t give me any signs that she was anything but content.”

“When was that?” asked Sabine, from just inside the bathroom door.

“About ten days ago,” Chat replied. “I stopped by, we made light conversation, nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Hmmph,” grumbled Tom. “I almost wish there had been something odd then. It’s driving me insane having no idea what happened.”

“I wish that I could be of more help,” apologized Chat. “But nothing’s jumping out at me. Is there anything here that either of you don’t recognize?”

“There was some kind of... box in the back of her closet,” Sabine noted. “I couldn’t open it. Kind of an odd shape; I’m not sure where she got it from.”

“A box?” Chat wondered. “May I take a look?”

“Please do! That’s why you’re here,” Tom gestured. “You don’t have to ask.”

As he started moving things around in the closet, Chat turned and grinned at Sabine. “I can only imagine what Marinette would say if she knew I was doing this,” he quipped. “’MAMA! There’s a strange boy rifling through my clothes!’”

“Just this once, I think that I won’t complain about that,” Sabine said, managing a small chuckle.

Chat lifted out a box of shoes and another with some folded-up winter wear, setting them aside. “Still,” he remarked, “I don’t think that I’ll... I’ll...”

Abruptly... his voice cut off.

Tom and Sabine turned his way. The alarm in his tone got their immediate attention... as did his falling backwards, scooting away from the closet as if he’d been stung.

“No,” Chat gasped. “No, no, no, no, nonononononono!”

“Chat?” bellowed Tom, rushing to his side. “Chat, what have you found?”

Chat’s eyes were riveted on a rounded red container, covered in spots, sitting on the floor of the closet.

“...The answer,” Chat whispered.

~---~

In the center of the room, the Miracle Box sat on Marinette’s desk, where Chat Noir had placed it gingerly. The three of them stared at it, two more in confusion than in wonder.

“...What is this?” Tom asked. “Obviously, you recognize it.”

“I’ve only seen it once,” a hushed Chat answered. “And it shouldn’t be here. There is absolutely no way that it should be here right now.”

“Is it dangerous?” worried Sabine.

“No... it’s not dangerous. Not in and of itself,” Chat remarked. “It might be the answer to our prayers, even... but I... I just... I don’t understand. Why would it be HERE?”

“Can you explain?” Tom wondered aloud, spooked by Chat’s change in demeanor.

“I... I suspected her once. Just for a little while,” Chat said to himself. “But I was so sure that I was wrong. But if this is true... everything makes sense now...”

“For God’s sake, Chat, what does this mean? And what is it?” Sabine shouted, more loudly than she’d meant to. “Can you open it?”

“No, I can’t.”

Chat turned to Marinette’s parents with an odd expression on his face. “But I do know the one thing that can. Claws in!”

A white flash filled Marinette’s bedroom, not for the first time. Those who were present, who stood revealed, and the looks on the faces of Tom and Sabine... those, however, were all firsts.

Plagg blinked a few times, hovering in mid-air by Adrien’s side, then took in the situation with a startled look on his own face. “Uh... hi there,” he blurted out.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Tom gasped.

“...Adrien?” asked Sabine, in a weak voice. “If... you are Chat Noir...”

Adrien nodded, silently.

“Then... is Marinette...?”

Adrien turned to Plagg, with an expression screaming out HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME and WHAT THE FLYING HELL and PLEASE HELP ME all at once.

“That’s... what we’re going to find out,” Adrien declared. “Plagg... open the Box. And then we’re going to open as many boxes as are in there.”

“Calling in the cavalry, huh?” Plagg remarked. “Good. Lemme go figure this out.”

He disappeared into the Box, phasing through the top of it.

As Adrien turned to the Dupain-Chengs... the body language of Chat Noir returned, even though his costume hadn’t.

“We’re going to find my Lady,” he told them. “We’re all going to find her.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #prompt #post-season 3 #all hands on deck #villain one - guardian zero #a new era begins

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Sowing the Seeds (of Love), Chapter 3

Aka the Resh/OC Fix-It Fic Nobody Asked for but I'm Inflicting on All of You Anyways as Punishment for Kai's Your Hubris

The King has always been a mysterious figure in the annals of the Sky Kingdom's history, generating both awe and fear within the hearts of the sky spirits. Few can claim to have met them in person; certainly not Tav, a researcher of light creatures for the Vault of Knowledge. But when they discover their research may be used to harm the very creatures they know and love, Tav knows they cannot allow this to happen.

Somehow, they must change the King's mind. If that means throwing butterflies at their royal face, then so be it.

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Warnings: Will be added to each chapter when necessary, but there's not gonna be anything graphic in this (do send me an ask if you think there's something I should warn about tho)

Rating: T (just to be on the safe side)

Pairing(s): Resh/OC

Tag(s): Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Additional Tag(s): Resh and Alef are twins, Resh and Tav are both nonbinary, Resh uses he/they, Tav uses she/they, Resh is demiromantic and pansexual, Tav is biromantic and demisexual, no beta we die like moths in eden

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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Chapter 3

Word Count: 2755

Warning(s): Ayin needs a hug :(

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“So I hear you've been working with the butterflies, Resh?”

Resh scoffed as they dressed for the day, slinging their cape over their shoulders with one swift, fluid motion. “You can hardly call it work when the damn creatures don't do anything but avoid me. I never should have agreed to this. I can feel Alef laughing at me from here. And the worst part? They'd know if I wasn't trying. He'd feel it.”

He lowered the pizaine around his head, adjusting the cape once it was settled. Their spear followed next. Then Resh picked up their mask, turning it this way and that in their hands before affixing it to their face. Ayin eyed it, their smile more of a grimace at the sight.

“Why not try without your mask? Butterflies can be rather skittish. Something like that must be quite frightening to them.”

“It's a mask. Why would they be scared of that? I'd expect them to fear my spear more.”

Ayin winced. Butterflies were small and quick. A spear was no threat to them, unless the wielder happened to get very, very lucky. On the other hand, a glint of light off that mask's diamond-shaped crest would be more than enough to spook them, especially when it was attached to such a tall figure. But if Resh wouldn't listen to reason...

“It was merely a suggestion...”

They quietly left and went to the central chamber, where the pots of collected light were taken before being shipped out. While pots made it far easier to send light to places like Hidden Forest and the Golden Land, it also simulated the same conditions that allowed butterflies to spontaneously spawn, and so time was of the essence when it came to these shipments.

They wondered if Resh remembered that. It had been so long ago, but Ayin could still recall with great clarity the wide-eyed awe on both Resh and Alef's faces when they were taught about the butterflies and the pots.

A better time, to be sure. Before the Trials. Before the Kingdom. Before all this nonsense with Dark Matter.

Before their growing sleepiness meant that more and more shipments were too late to be useful.

Ayin shook their head and held out a finger. In mere moments, a butterfly flew in and landed, glowing a vibrant magenta as it shared its light with the Elder. They brought it close to their face and whispered, then gently sent it on its way.

Maybe that would help matters.

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Sneaking out of Kumibir's house in the wee hours of the morning was not something Tav ever expected to do; then again, neither was trying to convince a government official to care about light creatures. Despite this, they somehow managed to get not only themself, but the spare light staff and some food, out without detection. It was easier than dealing with eir smug looks over breakfast. They could eat somewhere private and peaceful before dealing with the inevitable. Somewhere like Bird's Nest.

Yes, Bird's Nest was perfect.

As she rounded the hill leading to the nearest dock, two people came into view. One was immediately recognizable as the King's Will. The other was a spirit who acted as the grandparent of everyone in this village. While Tav had never spoken with them, seeing as they were typically away tending to the cattle of the Prairie, they had heard much and more about their charming ways from Kumibir. That included their tendency to ensure everyone around them was well-fed.

Apparently, they did not stop at locals.

“...been feeding you in Eden? You're so gaunt! A soldier like you needs to eat plenty more if you're gonna be protecting our people, doncha know?” the spirit said, lightly bopping their hand against the Will's chest.

“Believe me, I am getting enough nourishment to keep me active. There is no need for concern,” came his strained reply.

Tav snickered and walked closer. As they approached, they called out, “Good morning!” grinning with vengeful delight. The Will moved towards her hastily and fell into step beside her.

“There you are, my dear. I've been waiting for you,” they said, moving to wrap an arm around their shoulders. The gesture caught the cowherd's attention, and they turned their stern gaze on Tav.

“Are you this soldier's partner?”

She glanced up at the Will, who shot her a pointed look, then shrugged. “More or less...”

“Then you better make sure they get fed! Whatever they're feeding 'em up in Eden, it's not enough! Look at 'em! Why, I oughta march up there myself and tell your commander off for not taking care of their troops...”

Tav held back a sigh and gave them a reassuring smile. “I'll keep them fed, don't you worry.”

“Good! That's what I like to hear!” With that, they nodded and left, muttering under their breath.

As they waved the spirit farewell, Tav eyed the Will's gray skin out of the corner of their eye. "They're right, you know. You don't exactly look the picture of health."

"Why, are you worried about me, my dear? How sweet."

Any concern they had—which was none! No concern here—melted away at the smug tone in the Will's voice. Tav scowled and folded their arms in front of them. "No, I would just prefer to not have you drop dead on me, darling. That's all."

It would be hard to explain a government official dying during what should have been a peaceful trip. That was all. That was the only reason she cared—not that she did. The Will was their enemy right now, and enemies didn't deserve any concern.

"You have nothing to worry about on that front. I'll get plenty of nourishment, I assure you," he said, waving a hand carelessly through the air.

Tav raised one eyebrow and rested a hand on their hip. "And what exactly are you going to eat? Grass? Air? Sunlight?"

The Will twitched and drew their cape closer about their body at that last suggestion. He turned away, avoiding Tav's sharp gaze, before letting out a sigh. "If you really must know, all I need to survive is heat. While I can eat food, it is not necessary for me."

"Really?" she hummed curiously, before shaking her head and turning away. Now was not the time to get distracted by scientific pursuits. They needed to focus. The light creatures were counting on them.

"Come on. The butterflies don't have all day."

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Whether today was better or worse, Tav couldn't say. On the one hand, the butterflies were willing to go closer to the Will. On the other hand, they would still shy away from him once they got too close. Quite frankly, no matter how cute the butterflies were, if they had to spend one more day in these meadows, they might scream.

And yet, just when they were truly contemplating giving up...

“You could try removing that mask. The butterflies get skittish around so much cold metal,” a soft voice piped up. The two of them turned away from their unsuccessful attempts to get a butterfly near the Will and saw a plump spirit in a yellow cape approach from the butterfly sphere. At the Will's suspicious glare, they wrung their hands. “They prefer warmer materials, like flowers or sunsteel. I'm afraid the cold metal of your mask isn't very pleasant to them.”

“And you are...?”

“Ah, my name is Degamuc, but my friends like to call me the 'butterfly charmer,'” they replied, rubbing the back of their head with a bashful smile. “Elder Ayin has entrusted me with caring for the butterflies here, and I couldn't help but notice you two were having trouble with the little ones. You could always try taking my advice.”

The Will huffed a sigh, and they flinched.

“It was just a suggestion, though...” they said, voice falling.

The Will stiffened and turned away. They stayed that way for a few moments, then, with another sigh, reached up and removed their mask. Without anything to hold it back, some of his hair fluttered into his face, almost like a replacement for the mask. Still, it wasn't enough to hide that they looked... rather nice. Their square jaw contrasted well with their hair, and if it weren't for the scowl and unsettling gray skin, she'd almost say they were handsome.

Almost.

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Tav had been staring at them for some time now, ever since they removed the mask. Their own mask made it hard to tell what their expression was, but they hadn't blinked in a while. It was rather disconcerting.

He didn't like it.

Resh folded their arms before them, raising an eyebrow in Tav's direction. “What are you gawking at?”

His voice broke through whatever strange thoughts they were having, and they jumped, before crossing their arms stiffly and turning away.

“Y-You look better with the mask on.”

They blinked, the cogs in their head whirling, then looked at Tav in offense. “What is that supposed to me—?”

Just then, a butterfly landed on the tip of Resh's nose, cutting their words off. His eyes crossed trying to focus on it, its pink wings a stark contrast against the blue and white of the sky. A snort nearby startled them ever so slightly. The source? Tav themself, a hand over their mouth to stifle any sounds.

He shot them a glare, and despite the hand, laughter bubbled up from their mouth. Even that butterfly charmer giggled. Despite themself, Resh could feel a blush taking shape above their cheeks; thankfully, it was hidden by the butterfly's magenta wings.

“What's so funny?”

Tav was too busy laughing their head off to answer, but the butterfly charmer had enough of their senses left to say, eyes crinkled with delight, “The butterfly's giving you a little kiss!”

Resh froze. Someone had... said something like that long ago...

Someone once very dear to him...

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Within the Prairie temple, three figures were gathered in the central processing area. Ayin's shrine, its eyes glowing golden and its candles lit, watched benevolently over both the Elder it belonged to and a pair of children—twins, it seemed—alongside them. Ayin gestured the children towards a smaller pot with orange cloth covering its mouth.

“Now, children, these are the pots we use to send light to the Hidden Forest. It's very important that we send these out as soon as we can, because otherwise, butterflies will start to form from the light within. This one has been left a bit too long, you see, so if we open it up...”

With a small puff of flame from their palm, they removed the film covering the mouth of the pot, and a stream of butterflies burst out. The air tinkled like a wind chime as the flurry dissipated, and while most left the temple to seek the sun outside, a few lingered behind. Soft chimes and squeaks echoed in the temple, followed by the twins' soft gasps. Some landed on Ayin's shoulders. Others remained airborne, their golden wings glowing in light from above. One spiraled downwards before landing on the tip of Resh's nose and turning a deep pink.

“Oh, look at that! The butterfly is giving you a little kiss, Resh,” Ayin said, clasping their hands before their chest as their eyes crinkled. Alef snickered, and Resh frowned and wiggled their head, trying to shake off the butterfly. It was a stubborn little thing, however, and at the end, Resh was swaying dizzily and the butterfly was squeaking in triumph—or, perhaps, because it wanted to.

Alef's snickering had shifted to full-blown laughter by then. Thankfully, the butterfly's luminous pink wings hid the blush on Resh's face, but they couldn't hide the way their skin glowed where the butterfly made contact.

It certainly hadn't escaped Ayin's notice.

Their smile was a little strained this time as they put their hands behind the twins and gently urged them along.

“Come, children. We should take these little ones outside, where they'll be happier.”

“Yes, Ayin,” they said in unison. Together, the three of them, as well as the swarm of butterflies, left the Temple for the inviting sunshine of the Prairie.

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“Resh? Are you okay?”

The unfamiliar tone to Tav's voice brought Resh back from their reverie. They were holding his mask now. Had he dropped it during his bout of reminiscence? How nice of her to retrieve it for them.

But now there was something else on their face. Something that did not belong there. His movements slow and steady, he carefully guided a finger beneath the butterfly's rhomboid body and lifted it from his face.

“These butterflies... they came from a late shipment of light, correct?” There was no malice in their expression or their voice as they spoke, watching the butterfly slowly move its wings.

“Ah, um, I believe so. Elder Ayin wishes for us to release them when a shipment is rendered unusable, and many make their way here because of the flowers,” Degamuc said, wringing their hands again.

“As I thought... Ayin has always been soft like that,” Resh said. With a gentle flick of their wrist, the butterfly was sent back into the air. Another was quick to take their place, however, and then another. Soon they had a small, squeaking swarm of butterflies perched on their hands and arms.

Degamuc's eyes closed in a smile as they clapped their hands together.

“Well, it seems you two don't need my help anymore. I'll leave you two to your date.”

Tav nodded as they left, and then did a double take. Unfortunately for her, she was too late to protest. Instead, their hand was left suspended, reaching out for the butterfly charmer's receding back, and soon fell back to their side as they slumped forward. Throughout it all, the mask remained clutched firmly in one hand.

Resh couldn't help the grin that formed. So much drama in such a small frame. Where did it come from?

She seemed to sense their amusement, because she turned to look at them with a halfhearted glare. They folded their arms in front of them and said, with a grumble, “What? You got something to say?”

His grin turned mischievous.

“Were you worried for me, my dear?”

They stiffened and turned away. “What? No! I was just... wondering if you hit your head on something. You started acting weird.”

Resh chuckled and shook their head, looking out over the multicolored field. A butterfly drifted past his vision, the faintest sparkle falling from its wings. When they held out a finger, its body briefly turning into a streak of light as it zoomed to the new perch.

“No, no. I merely remembered something from... a long time ago.”

He laughed at you.

A scowl formed on their face, and they shook off the butterfly. He turned to face Tav once more. They eyed him with a suspicious squint, then shrugged, sunlight glinting off the silvery diamond crest of his mask with the motion.

“Well, I'd say we're done for today. I'll see you tomorrow morning, darling,” she said, waving the mask curtly.

“I'll be up bright and early, don't you fret, my dear.” They kept their gaze on their mask, raising an eyebrow. “But for now, may I have my mask back?”

They looked at the mask, blinked like they had forgotten it was in their hand, and then took hold of their chin. The sun crept lower in the sky as they thought it over, before finally saying, “Mm... No.”

Resh did a double take, mouth agape, and they grinned impishly, placing their hands on their hips.

“You won't need it for what we'll be doing tomorrow,” Tav said. They began walking away towards the nearby pier, leaving Resh to stare after them incredulously.

“And what, exactly, will we be doing tomorrow?”

“You'll see~” they sang out, waving jauntily as they left.

Resh grumbled softly. Then, despite themself, felt the corner of their mouth tug upwards.

Very well. If that was how Tav wanted to play, then so be it.

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Ayin blinked. They glanced down at their hands and flexed them, fingers tingling ever so slightly with newfound energy. It was... unfortunately unfamiliar. They couldn't remember the last time they had felt like this.

A butterfly swirled around them and perched delicately on their mask's pot-like frame. Its squeaking cry brought a smile to their face. Their plan had worked.

High above, their constellation twinkled a little brighter, a little more golden.

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Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

#sky children of the light #sky #sky king #resh #resh my beloved /j #fun fact: all the character names in this are either hebrew letters or randomly generated names taken from friends i make in sky #and hey we're a quarter of the way done #also if you have any questions about story details feel free to ask about them #i will gladly share what i can with you

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