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wizkiddx · 3 years

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...surprise part 3

{part1} {part 2}

I got there in the end!!!! sorry I felt like this dragged quite a lot but just quite happy to get it done ahah. Any feedback / advice would be greatly appreciated :)

TW: this is pretty heavy angst, miscarriages / thoughts of self harm / death pls don't read if this could strike a cord x

Summary: Y/n has absolutely not a clue how to tell Tom and that only strains the both incredibly.

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The drive home was deathly silent. Tom’s Audi seamlessly drove down the near-empty roads on a sleepy Sunday evening. The whole time Y/n sat with one leg curled up by her chest as she absently stared out of the passenger window. Honestly, though, she was not taking anything of the view in, all processing power in her brain was in overdrive. Souly focused on how the fuck she was going to tell Tom what she had done. She knew Tom kept glancing over at her, with the panicked hint to his eyes- no matter how comforting he was trying to appear. His grip on the steering wheel was every tightening, he felt as though right now that was the only control he had. Still with no idea what was going on - but this time his mum knew too. And his mum when she came to get him from the living was not calm either.

Something he always admired about his mum was how cool she was in a crisis. Even if Paddy likened her to the ’rage monster’ at times when she was pissed because he’d left the freezer door open, or something equally as stupid, when it came down to it, when there was a really serious issue… she was composed. Calm and collected. So when she came in and called Tom, taking him away from his brothers, he could tell something was wrong by the look in her eye. She was upset, that was clear to him, but there was something more. It wasn’t straight up panic (not like if Y/n had passed out or something) but it was… it was a quiet urgency.

It meant it was bad.

Without the need to ever consider it, Tom knew this wasn’t anything to do with Y/n being unfaithful. It hadn’t even crossed his mind. And that meant, something must've happened personally to Y/n - which maybe scared him even more. If it was a betrayal of him, that would principally hurt Tom himself - which would kill him, but he would deal with it. It was the fear of the unknown and the complete powerlessness in this situation that had Tom wishing the drive away so he’d finally understand.

The drive felt painstakingly long for Tom… yet far too short for Y/n to come up with a plan.

When the pair finally pulled into the driveway, they both didn’t even exchange glances before heading out the car and slamming the doors shut. The crunch of their shoes on the gravel path to the front door was deafeningly loud as Tom fished the keys out of his pocket - this time with a sense of dread that contrasted so strongly the excitement he’d felt less than 24 hours ago doing the exact same thing.

Tom held the door open for her, as she fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve; eyes still glued to the floor. He flicked on the light to illuminate the hall as she slipped off her shoes. He mirrored her action and then for the first time since his parents' house looked her in the eye. Just that action had him near spilling his guts about how worried he was about her, before Y/n beat him to it.

“I’m…I’m gonna take a shower.”

And it had him floored. How could she just ignore the bloody massive and luminous elephant in the room? He couldn’t even respond, his brain was so confused as to what the fuck was going on. So she just nodded smally and headed straight upstairs. Leaving him in a stupor by the doorway.

Meanwhile, Y/n was just about holding it together until she got behind the locked door of their ensuite. Then it broke. She broke.

She pulled the clothes that drowned her off frantically, scratching and grabbing until the garments ripped off her body and were thrown across the room in haste. In the mirror, the reflection of the person that stood there somewhat had her transfixed. Tilting her head to the side, Y/n took careful steps up toward it - her eyes transfixed on her exposed abdomen. She was hollow. So very empty and it had her hypnotised. How barely weeks ago she was growing a real human inside there - creating something that should’ve gone onto laugh and smile and grow and learn. And love.

Now she was empty.

The poor thing though had been so deprived by their own mother; so unwanted and hated. They had been starved of all love by the person who was supposed to love them the most. The person who was supposed to be half their world for the first few years at least.

It was her fault.

Y/n hated herself, heck she wanted to punish herself for what she’d done. And yet, there was something so pure about her stomach, about where that angel had been. She wanted to punch herself, to kick and hurt, to make her feel pain. Except for this little life force, or the remnants of them - had her respecting it. Instead, she gently rubbed her stomach, which was flat rather than full like it should’ve been, and yet it felt like a relief. At a snail's pace, she trailed the tips of her finger across her belly just drawing (what she thought were) random patterns - however to anyone else they would have noticed the silhouette of a small human.

She took her time int the shower, having the water close to blisteringly hot but not quite there - using it as an attempt to purge her body of the thoughts, of the guilt. Eventually, though she couldn’t drag out the bathroom routine any longer, she had to go and face him. In reality, Y/n was well aware of how unfair this was on Tom - he had been terrified on the way back here, she knew that. But the thought of admitting to him this truly abhorrent thing she’d done, selfishly she didn’t want to tell him tonight. Just one more night sharing a bed with him, one morning of seeing his puffy eyes and bed hair, one last time hearing his gruff morning voice. Before he found out the real her and before he left.

Thankfully, when she finally drew the courage to unlock the door and leave her sanctuary, their bedroom was empty and she took that opportunity. As fast as she possibly could, Y/n changed into an old nightshirt before huddling under the covers. Tom had been so careful with her feelings today, he might just leave her be. Delay the conversation till tomorrow. It was the dream.

And dreams don’t come true.

Tom walked in, she could hear the soft pad of his feet on the cream carpet as she tried to act fast asleep - regulating her breathing and relaxing every muscle she could. When in fact that the whole process was the opposite of relaxing, she was on such high alert, waiting for a sign of him leaving her alone for the evening. Quite expectedly though, it didn’t quite go down that way. She heard him sigh, felt him sit on his side of the bed as her body rippled with the dip on the bed, felt his eyes piercing her.

“Y/n…” the tone of his voice had her wincing internally, he was hurting. “Y/n please… just talk to me?” She was too scared to move. “ I know your awake Y/n we both know who’s the actor here” Y/n knew Tom was trying to lighten the mood, trying to make her feel a bit more comfortable but then he switched back to an underlying hint of desperation. “Please talk to me.” She didn’t have a choice, he wasn't going to let up - Y/n could tell. So she rolled over and opened her eyes facing him.

“I’m tired, Tom. Can we do this tomorrow?” His face completely morphed and she knew she fucked up. He wasn’t upset or worried or scared any more.

“I’m sorry but that is not fair.”

“Please just-“

“NO. ah” He sighed, as if disciplining himself for the instinctive angry tone. “Look- I-I’ve been going at your pace. I’ve been treading on eggshells all day. I didn’t want to push you but I’m bloody terrified! I mean you told my mum! And she’s worried so that means I’m even more stressed and-…. Just please Y/n. You know I’d never judge you I’m just worried because I care.”

And just like that, she didn’t have a choice. She was really hurting the man she loved.

As a result, Y/n pushed herself up into a sitting position, still hugging the duvet around her in a protective blanket as she looked into his glassy eyes. It tore her heart out.

“I’m really sorry” she pursed her lips blowing out an exhale, trying to collect all her thoughts, feelings and emotions together. “I’ve been trying to all day but-.. it’s just I’m finding this really hard to express in words.”

“I don’t mind if it takes all night, just I-I want to understand.” He was just too kind and she didn’t deserve it. So picking at the duvet while pulling her legs closer in protection she nodded.

“Okay, so-so I just take you through it chronologically? And-and then I can go to Y/f/n’s place so.”

“Why would you got to hers?” He asked, his eyebrows drawn tightly together in confusion. He knew you hadn’t been unfaithful - his mum most definitely wouldn’t have reacted in the way she did had Y/n betrayed Tom.

“Just… just listen first.” She didn’t want to answer that question, to speak it into existence. Him kicking her out, in a rage of fury and anger at how evil she could be. She thought he’d just reply and accept it, not feel the need to calm her.

“I could never ever hate you Y/n please, it’s a bit insulting to me that you think I would.”

His words had her a little shocked - she had definitely not expected that reaction. His offence.

“Umm okay just… just don’t promise till you hear.” He gave her a stern look, not enough to make her back down or change her mind from what she thought was inevitable. “So. So it was when you were away. You’d just gone to Atlanta I think and-and I woke up one morning and was sick and it was weird I don’t know… um so I took the day off but I was okay until the next morning and-and I was sick again. It was weird so I took the next day off because you know Elliot I work with? He’s-he's got some broken immune system or something so we really can’t go in if we are ill. But I was fine until the next morning again and-and then it kind of hit me. I hadn’t had a period in ages and-and yeah.”

“Your pregnant?” Tom asked, trying to wrap his head around the current situation and what she was saying.

“Was…” Her voice wavered and she paused a second “ I-I was. I was shocked you know? We…we weren’t ready.” Y/n shifted uncomfortably, pushing herself closer to the headboard. “You said you didn’t want kids now and I mean … we- we are barely adults ourself right? It-it was so stupid but I couldn’t tell you could I?… Phone you up and say by the way I’m pregnant with a kid you don’t want!...” She dared to look at him, only for a second, seeing the way he just stared at her as though transfixed. She couldn’t keep looking at him.

“So I was waiting till you would get back … er next week, well when you were supposed to be back anyway.” She scoffed lightly at that, how the whole entire situation had been completely flipped on its head. “I would have had the scan then. And-and I went and it so stupid because they were a blob but-shit. They were so beautiful.” She hadn’t even noticed, suddenly absorbed in what she was saying but Tom leant over to grab one of her hands because it was trembling so vigorously. It wasn’t that he wanted to comfort her, he needed to. Because really? When it mattered, he hadn’t and that was already eating away at him.

“And I stupidly…. So fucking stupidly… I thought what if? I got excited and in my head… I don’t fucking know I just thought that I-it, it might work. I really - really thought it could work.” She couldn’t feel it but Tom wormed his arm around her shoulder, squeezing her into his side. “But by that point, I’d already filled them with so much hate. I wanted them out for so long and…and then I just- well I got what I thought I wanted.”

For the first time since she started her speech, Y/n wasn’t absorbed in retelling the story. Noticing her position with Toms arms protectively wrapped around her, she dared to look up into his eyes. And they weren’t right. It was wrong. Because here he was still looking at her with these incredibly soft warm brown eyes, his thumb rubbing up and down on the back of her shoulder blade.

“Love, I’m so so sorry.”

She was bemused. What the hell was he doing? Was this just a double bluff, acting all soft before he was about to rip her heart out - even if it was what she deserved, that was exceptionally cruel?

“No Tom your not listening. I-I couldn’t keep your baby alive! I-I wished them away… I wanted them gone!” Now she was plainly hysterical, shouting and yelling at Tom as her hands shook.

It broke Tom’s heart. He knew this was his fault - at least a little. Clearly, she should never have been in a position to have to deal with this herself, that was obvious. And it made him guilty… but what hit harder? She had very clearly implied she was worried about his reaction, he should never have let her worry. Because Tom knew he loved Y/n unconditionally, at this point that should be a given - for all he cared there was nothing, within the limits of reason, she could do that would make him seriously reconsider his opinion of her. Even then, if his opinion were ever forced to change so dramatically... he still knew he wouldn’t be able to stop loving her. Loving isn't an option, it is not a choice. You helplessly surrender yourself to it. And yet she was apparently less sure of this fact.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with this by yourself.” And he meant it. He truly meant it. However, Y/n was not having it at all - in her state, in her frame of mind, this was him just torturing her; acting it out only to break her heart. His words and her position wrapped protectively in his arms dawned on her. It had her leaping up from the bed, tears streaming down her face as she gestured wildly.

“Tom that’s not fair! Don’t you get it? I KILLED YOUR BABY! They were alive and then I wasn’t enough for them! IT’S MY FAULT!” To put it simply, she looked insane. Screaming, with tears streaming down her face, arms flailing about as she yelled at Tom, who was still sitting on the bed.

He’d never seen her like this- with so much anger. What was even more disturbing was the fact that it was targeted so inwardly at herself.

“This isn’t your-“

“BE ANGRY TOM. For fuck sake… I-“ She choked out a sob “I murdered your kid! RAGE AT ME SHOUT AT ME it’s-it’s what I deserve.” It was insane but the look in her eye was one that seemed to Tom as though she needed him to hate her. As if in some fucked up narrative that was how the story should end.

He was not having one bit of it, tearing his eyes away from her maniacally shaking frail frame and instead to the corner of the ceiling. There was no precedent, no guidebook on how to deal with this, no past experiences to rely on. Unlike if Y/n had had a shit day, Tom knew then to subtly keep her within reach, to silently be there so she could literally and figuratively lean on him when she was ready; unlike when she was angry at ignorant politicians, he knew not to argue but prompt her to explain more, give a more reasoned argument so anger became thought through intellect; unlike when her grandma had died, when she just needed his contact, she needed his thumb rubbing against her hip, needed to sleep listening to the rhythmical thumping of his heart. None of these were applicable - his touch seemed to make her worse; his words seemed to anger her more; his mere presence didn’t seem to be doing an awful lot of good.

And yet, he couldn’t leave her even if it seemed to be the most logical option. Because she was wild, not herself and not logical and he, for the first time, was terrified of the danger she could be to herself.

Y/n stared at him, wide-eyed, waiting for him to react. She saw his Adam's apple bob up and down - readying his voice to scream at her. She saw his brown eyes collect a sheen of tears of rage - ready to bore holes into her skull as he degraded her to what she was worth. Which was very little. Then, as if in slow motion, his sharp jawline tilted back level and his eyes met her. He was frozen as if a statue, ready to rage at her.

“I love you both. So much and equally.”

Tom was pretty sure he could imagine Y/n’s runaway train in her head slam on the breaks. Her eyebrow twitched a little, as she stood completely still trying to analyse his words. Because to her, it didn’t make sense. So he took this moment of (at least surface level) calm to smoothly and slowly stand up, actions much like mirroring how someone approaches a spooked cat on the streets. Movements slow and preplanned, trying not to set off the fight or flight response on the women in front of him.

“That little baby you made… I didn’t know he ever existed till minutes ago but…but I know for a fact I love them.” He was trying to both figure out and decode his own emotions while explaining them in a way Y/n would accept and understand.

“I love them because… they are made by the love of my life. And that’s incredible and indescribable and just… just part of you, an extension of everything you and me together are… They would never have been perfect right?” Tom softly asked, though realistically knowing he wouldn’t get a response from a still motionless Y/n - besides a single tear, which appeared to have a mind of its own, escaping over her bottom lash lid. Tom watched it roll down her cheek as he composed his next words. “No they wouldn’t, no ones perfect… neither me nor you. But they would’ve been safe and have been loved. They were loved, you-you loved them right, even if you didn’t think you did or when you were terrified?” This time Y/n nodded minutely and Tom mirrored this, taking a small step a little closer to her. “And I did love them while they were in your stomach because they were part of you and I always always love you…. So they were so full of love okay? There's no rhyme or reason to why what happened happened but it’s… it’s definitely not because they were starved of love okay?” Y/n still didn’t have appeared to have released a single breath since Tom stood up, so he made a calculated and risked assessed movement to reach his hand out to touch her upper arm. In reaction, she sucked in a sharp shaky breath and then expelled it just as quickly - just like Tom knew she would. He physically felt a pull in his chest seeing the torment in her glassy eyes, now barely a rulers length from her.

“This, it’s an awful… awful situation. It’s sad and heartbreaking but I really need you to know that it changes nothing about how I feel about you. I need you to really understand how much I love-and always will-love you, and how I love them too.” Another tear escaped the same eye and Tom reached up with his other hand so his thumb could brush it away before the glassy orb met her pronounced jawline. To be honest he was quite grateful for the moment as he felt his voice getting a bit sticky in the back of his throat. She still wasn’t ready to speak yet and he was okay with that.

“We’ll never forget them and we will always love them, but I want to do that with you, as we get older together. They tie us closer and I refuse to disrespect them and force ourselves apart….a-assuming you don’t want to either?” Still cupping her cheek with his left hand Tom felt as well as saw her nod, this time more emphatically, her eyes darting between focusing on his left and then right eye - as though she was just checking they were saying the same things as his mouth.

“I’m sorry I-“ Finally feeling the connection between her brain and voice box, Y/n stated to jiltedly speak but was interrupted as Tom tentatively feathered his lips on hers. “You can be sorry for scaring the crap out of me today, you can be sorry for shouting and you can be sorry for not telling me at all… I don’t think you should, but if you’re staying sorry that’s all you can be sorry for.” He was barely speaking, more like just moving his lips against hers, yet they knew and understood each other completely Y/n got everything. So she sighed and repeated.

“I am sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for you not having the faith to know I’d be happy, that was my fault. I’m sorry for not being here and not noticing when you were struggling on the phone. I’m sorry I crept up on you last night. But I don’t think there’s anything else for either of us to apologise for.”

“Okay” Y/n then pressed her lips firmly and almost desperately against his, feeling his warmth wrap around her, as he literally wrapped his arm around her waist, from where it had been on her upper arm. And really she was very incredibly desperate since it was very very incredibly clear now with him pressed against her that he might’ve been all she needed this whole time. Tom went with it for a couple of moments, but then broke them both apart - it sounds odd but he sort of felt like he was taking advantage of her.

“Darling you’re grieving. We can tackle this together …. But your grieving so we need to look after you first. And, and we’ll remember them and face this. But we gotta look out for each other too and…”

“I’m ill aren’t I?” He was oh-so relieved that she could see it too.

“I’m not a doctor but I think so… think we need to get you eating properly.”Y/n nodded and Tom kissed her forehead, pulling her completely against his chest - only exacerbating and exaggerating his awareness of how boney she felt. It hadn’t gone unnoticed how she’d spent the whole of Sam’s dinner pushing the meat round on her fork - rearranging it numerous times- whilst picking at a few carrots. “We can do whatever you feel will help you this evening but you need to tell me what you want to eat.”

You agreed but you still felt incredibly nauseous, so managed to put off the whole snacking thing in lieu of cuddling up on the sofa with Tom. You were still incredibly confused, feeling slightly detached from reality if you were completely honest. And you knew Tom was a good actor, his career kind of speaks for himself yet, all the same, the sheer truth in his eyes, voice, heart. It had you feeling safe. He no longer felt a flight risk and although you still couldn’t understand why he was forgiving you so easily, you believed he was. In the softest voice, he kept just saying ‘your grieving’ when you tried to challenge his logic- admittedly proving difficult in your scattered and hazy mind.

So you found yourself lying almost completely on top of his right side, your head tucked underneath his chin, a fluffy blanket weighing down on your back to keep you nice and toasty. Silently Tom had trailed his fingertips tentatively, under the hem of your t-shirt, round over the top of your hip to his stomach. Initially, it had felt like the worst and most alien feeling in the world- but he told you to relax and you listened; he told you to take deep breaths and you listened; he told you he loved you and you listened.

It must’ve been incredibly boring for him, I mean the TV wasn’t on neither was the radio and you knew his phone was in a pocket you were currently lying on. He didn’t complain though, he just let you lie there. Just sort of being with him.

At some point Tom realised she’d drifted off, after a long time fighting exhaustion, as though she were worried about what Tom would do once she finally gave in to sleep. It wasn’t surprising though, considering her energy intake from food for today was limited to a couple of roasted carrot slices, Tom knew her falling asleep on his chest was inevitable. The time it took had also given him enough time to fully digest and process the whole day as well as for deciding what he needed to do. So once she appeared fully out of Tom dared to worm his hand between their bodies and, with a few muted grunts of effort, phish his phone out his back pocket.

‘Hi, I know this asking a lot but would you mind getting Sam to make that pasta bake Y/n likes and dropping it round? Just she’s asleep but I don’t want to leave her alone but could do with getting something in her?’

‘Sams already on it and it doesn’t take long. I’ll be at yours in about an hour, shall I just let myself in?’

Tom was so grateful for his family, and for how they’d taken Y/n in to. Although she’d never admit it, her tougher than average upbringing always had her feeling a bit isolated- she never had ‘her’ people. The people who completely accepted her for who she was and never judged her. But as soon as he’d introduced her to them, it was as if she'd always been there. He endlessly appreciated the talks Nikki and you had, the way his Dad would come over when she was home alone to help with the simple stuff like knowing what lightbulb to buy for the lamp that had blinked out.

She had a place in his family.

Quite impressively, Sam had managed to bake the dish and then Nikki had managed to drive round before barely three-quarters of an hour had passed. Y/n was still completely out, so when he heard his mum unlock the door with her spare key, he felt able to wiggle out from under her without disturbing at all. He met Nikki in the kitchen, leaning against the door frame as he watched his mother fly about the kitchen - preheating the oven on a low temp to keep it warm while pulling plates and cutlery out the drawers so it was easier for Y/n and Tom when you woke up.

“Thanks for all this” Tom announced his presence with a soft sigh as he padded further into the kitchen. Nikki instinctively threw her arms round her eldest’s shoulders, squeezing him tightly.

“You guys okay?” Tom replied with a rather uncertain hum, before recounting the evening to his mum in a low voice - as though Y/n could be disturbed from the other side of the house. Nikki was in two frame of minds at this point, clearly heartbroken for the pair; but also incredibly proud of her son because it appeared he’d reacted and said exactly the right things.

“And you?… it must’ve been a shock?” To be quite honest, Tom hadn't thought about his own emotions yet, he’d put himself on the back foot for the time being.

“I mean it’s just a bit surreal… I don’t know I didn’t really have anything to do with it but - I just know that it's made me so certain that one day we will... you know?” Nikki hugged her son again with a little nod.

“Well I won’t outstay my welcome but I do want you to give this to Y/n too.”’ With those words, she fished a square box out of her handbag - it was about the size of two matchboxes and Tom raised his brows in curiosity. “She’ll understand when she sees it.”

And with a brisk parting gesture, Nikki left, Tom tucking the box into his side pocket before getting the pasta ready.

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Waking you with a gentle rub on your upper arm, you mewled a groan and pushed your head hard into the sofa below you in an attempt to alleviate the tension that instantly rippled through your skull. With hazy eyes, you blinked heavily, slowly focusing on the pale yet soft skin of the boy crouched opposite you.

“Hey darling, nice nap?” Nodding gradually, you still tried to completely recollect and piece together everything that had happened today “… you need some grub before we head upstairs yeh?” Again you nodded in compliance because at this point, even having been asleep for the last however long, you really didn’t have the energy for any conflict or disagreement. With a little prompt and poke from Tom, you reluctantly sat up, grasping the plate he offered to you while still rubbing one of your eyes. Busying himself with running back to the kitchen and grabbing his own plate and drink, you had time to look at the food and notice what was served to you. Tom plopped himself next to you and turned his head with a small smile, meeting a bemused and slightly suspicious look from you.

“You didn’t cook this…?” Really it wasn’t a question. You knew for a fact Tom was not and would never be a good chef. No judgement though, since neither were you, meaning the pair of you heavily relied on the ingenious invention of uber eats most evenings. Tom chuckled at your perceptiveness and admitted defeat without even trying to feign it.

“Nah mum dropped it round. Though I think Sam cooked it so a joint effort.”

“-didnt have to-“ You hated feeling like a burden. You hated people worrying because you just felt bad. Not worth the attention and effort. And Tom hated you feeling like that - naturally then, he had the need to shut you down instantly.

“No, you’re right. But they did.”

The air was filled with the quiet clinks of ceramic against the silver or the cutlery as you forced mouthful after mouthful down your throat. He was trying to be subtle, and yet you could feel Tom’s concerned glance checking you were eating. Truthully, you really didn’t feel like eating at all (even if it was Sam’s gorgeous tomato and sausage pasta bake - an odd combination but it worked). However, what more crucial in that moment was not disappointing your incredibly sweet boyfriend.

After having consumed as much as you physically could - which Tom deemed suitable with a small nod- he took your plates away and came back to sit beside you. More and more silence.

“Are-are we okay?” Whispering quietly you felt Tom’s body seize up into a rigid state, his face whipping round to look at you. He chose to reply with actions first reaching up so that his hands cupped your cheeks, he turned your head and then slowly leaned into to press his lips softly against yours. Once retracted, he pressed his forehead onto yours.

“Of course. I bloody love you and we’re going to get through this together.” His eyes were almost intimidating, with the seriousness he placed in his gaze - just to make sure you knew he meant it.

What you had done to deserve this boy you’d never know. But you were so incredibly grateful for him.

It gave you the confidence to take the first move this time, pressing your lips against his, holding for a moment before arching away - a small yet real smile on your face.

“Oh… nearly forgot” He muttered, leaning forward and grabbing a black leather box that you’d failed to notice had been placed on the coffee table. For the second time this evening, you were caught off guard and bemused as to how he’d sourced this item within the time frame. “It’s from mum… she wouldn’t tell me what it is but said you’d understand.”

His words had you biting your lip, in a weird way eager to see, purely because you knew Nikki understood you. And understood what you were going through. With one last look to Tom, you reached out and grabbed the box, thumb running over the sleek leather exterior. Once your thumb reached the bottom you flicked the lid up, unveiling a simple silver chained bracelet. It had five dainty silver charms hanging off it, they looked a bit like leaves but were kind of too small to tell. Moreover, it looked a little worn and preloved but it didn’t stop your eyes from watering when you saw at the bottom another charm, not yet attached that looked newer and pristine.

5 charms already attached and 1 new one.

“Oh” Tom muttered, also clearly very much intrigued, hovering off you left shoulder to see properly. ”That’s mums bracelet. She never really takes it off… that’s nice I guess?” He was obviously confused and it had you chuckling wetly, at how oblivious he could be. You did love your dear idiot.

5 charms for her 5 pregnancies… and now one for yours. One to wear forever, to love, to keep close to your heart.

They were tears of happiness, you were certain of, however, Tom was not at all sure why your flood gates opened again and was worried.

“You-you don’t have to take- I mean if you don’t like it don’t worry-“

“I love it” You breathed, looking up at him with glassy eyes before hastily picking up the extra charm and with shaky fingers clasping it onto the chain next to it. Tom perked up, if still bemused, wrapping his arm around your shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t know how you convinced her to take it off, I’ve been trying to buy her a new bracelet for years but she’s always stuck with this old thing.”

“Because it’s beautiful!” You yelped in argument, making him laugh at how suddenly you’d switched into a happy and overexcited mood. Though don’t get me wrong, he was loving it.

“You Holland women I will never understand.” He whispered into your ear whilst you looked back at the chain, fixing it round your wrist. His comment made you freeze up, as you felt his grip tightening on your waist as he realised exactly what he might have just let slip out. “No I er- I don’t mean… but-but one day maybe if-if you wanted.”

“I love you” You sighed, kissing him once again to save him the embarrassment of watching his cheeks flush and ears pink up.

“I’m serious though… one day because… because you’re my family and when it happens our family will grow too.”

He was right. And you would, one day,

But you would never forget the two little lives remembered on this bracelet.

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thatsjustrwde · 3 years

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For the RWBY character prompt thing: you gotta tell me about Ironwood for sure! And if somebody already asked, how's about Qrow? :)

OH BABEY A DOUBLE (I’m gunna put Qrow in a separate post to avoid making this too long) thank you so much!

Warning: This is a PRO IRONWOOD POST. I also go into team RWBY taking responsibility for their abuse towards Ozpin. Don’t read this if you don’t like it. You’ve been warned

My top three two ships for Ironwood

1) Ironqrow (Ironwood x Qrow) {Volumes 3-7}

I have loved the idea of these two since the fall of beacon. When they first interacted, I wasn’t too sure about them because it seemed like they didn’t really like each other.. but that scene where all the robots were turning on beacon and Qrow spotted ironwood, ran at him with his scythe, only to jump over him and save him from a Grimm, sold the ship to me. It was clear that they didn’t actually despise each other. Qrow wasn’t quick to point fingers; he knew that what was going on wasn’t James’ fault, and he even tried to add a little bit of comic relief to the scene. (When ironwood’s ship fell, and Qrow smirked “well, it won’t be much of a walk”)

My love for the ship was reinforced in v6 (yeah I know it was the fan service volume but I’m rolling with it anyway). Qrow knew that they HAD to get to ironwood in order to complete their goal. He trusted James, and he knew that he was a smart and capable leader who would know what to do (ah,, the good old days ;;)

And then in the early episodes of v7, their bickering that we once saw in v3 was non existent. They were happy to see each other, and James even initiated a hug. He was just so relieved to see him ;; it made my heart melt, I remember posting about this moment so much, all over instagram and tumblr. I loved them so dearly.

2) Ironwood x Glynda (idk if they have a ship name)

God,, I always loved them. that scene in v2 with Ironwood and Glynda standing together in the dead of night looking over the city of vale was so special to me. I love Glynda and her character, she is so dynamic. that scene with her and ironwood showed to us that she truly respected and cared for him and his well-being. She was worried for him as well. I just wish they had more interactions before his death. they would have been very sweet and POWERFUL together.

My three least favourite ships for Ironwood

1) Ironqrow {Volumes 7-8}

Oh boy. RT really knows how to take something good and just, ruin it huh.

I feel as though I don’t need to dive too deep into this (as I’ll be covering Ironwood’s fall from grace later) but yeah... The fight with Qrow and Clover was.. unfortunate. Everyone seemed to lose their braincells in that scene, and the moment it was over, Qrow was dead set on killing Ironwood for some reason even though he was the one who decided to side with a literal murderer, but go off MKEK you really did something there...

Yepp this absolutely killed the ship for me in canon (though I stilln love thinking about them out of the canon setting), I was an absolute wreck after this scene. they deserved better.

2) Ironwood x Winter

don’t worry I’m not about to pull the “IRONWOOD WAS AN ABUSIVE FATHER FIGURE AND GROOMED HER CAREERRHYUGGHR” no.

I always saw Ironwood as a POSITIVE father figure to winter, even before v7. We knew that winter was one of his best soldiers, and was most likely one of his students before then. I believe that Ironwood gave winter a chance at something great, to leave her actual abusive father and hone her skills as a soldier instead of becoming the heiress to a company that she did not want to be tied to. I believe Ironwood was a stellar father figure and role model to her, and that is the reason why I do not ship them. their relationship was so much deeper than that. it was found family.

3) Ironwood x Salem

What the fuck. Like actually what? This was a thing? What is it with this fandom and glorifying abusive relationships... I remember seeing a lot of people trying to justify it like “awh salem was so sweet with him she just wanted him to stop fighting. She would leave him alone after!!” Thats manipulation honey, we don’t fuck with that here. no. Absolutely not

My biggest criticism for Ironwood

See: the reason I made this side blog

It’s no secret to us in the RWDE community that his fall into the role of the villain was POORLY WRITTEN AND WE ALL HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH. where the hell did this even come from? oh I know! TEAM RWBY LYING TO HIS FACE AFTER HE WAS NOTHING BUT KIND AND GENEROUS TO THEM. god I’m heated already.

I’ve talked about his stupid semblance before but it doesn’t even matter because his semblance wasn’t the cause of his descent anyway. We were all HOPING that it was but nope! it was him “losing his humanity” because he lost his other arm. How fucked up is that.

Shitty writing aside, I know James had flaws even before the shitshow that was v7-8, but honestly there was nothing he did that I can criticize harshly. He was a good and honest man with good intentions and a pure, big heart made of gold. Of course he made mistakes and of course he wasn’t perfect, but he was always trying to do the right thing to protect the people. He was a good man until MKEK decided they needed a reason to kill off another headmaster.

My favourite thing about Ironwood

his MUSCLES

His willingness to sacrifice himself to save others. During the fall of beacon he told the students that they didn’t have to stay, even though he could have used the help greatly. But he KNEW that they weren’t ready to handle a crisis like this, and he didn’t want to force them into a responsibility that could have left them emotionally/physically damaged, or worse.

During the Ironwood and Watts fight, IRONWOOD MANGLED HIS OWN ARM TO CAPTURE WATTS. He was so headstrong and brave and he wanted to do everything he could to prevent Salem, even if that meant hurting himself and losing another part of himself. God I miss him so much ;; I’m tearing up a little writing all of this...

A head canon I have for Ironwood

I love creating head canons for characters, it always makes them feel more real to me. one of my biggest head canons is that, in a peaceful world setting, he would enjoy sleeping in on the weekends. ;;. He is a headmaster AND a general which means he has to follow a strict schedule all the time. Maybe this is coming from my desire to take care of him and make sure he is happy and healthy and not stressed out.. But yeah, lazy Sundays, sleeping in late. pls let him sleep he needs so much sleep. What I would change about Ironwood if I were making a rewrite

Strap in kiddos I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time. I’m sure that someone has come up with a similar concept, but I will share my ideas anyway (: I am going to preface this by saying that for this rewrite to work, we need to have Winter receive the Winter maiden powers from Freya in V7. To start, we will have to go back all the way to v2 when Ironwood was first introduced. I would have Ozpin and Glynda share their concerns to each other about Ironwood bringing all of his ships to look over the festival, but I would take that time to thoroughly explain his semblance. His semblance is stupid, so I would make some changes. To start off, I wouldn’t make it passive. The way it is now is just,, a weird way to give him a mental illness without actually giving him a mental illness. Activating it would have to be a decision that he made if he knew that he had to make decisions that would be hard for him. This way if his semblance caused him to do something actually horrible, he would be directly accountable for it, instead of blaming him for something that he couldn’t control. Semblances are a representation of the user, so with time and with more stress put onto Ironwood, I could see him falling victim to his own semblance if he were to abuse it too much. This will help as we lead into a better way to write his fall from grace.

From there, I would keep pretty much everything the same until we get to v7. Team RWBY arrives in Atlas and gets arrested and brought to Ironwood just as they do in canon. This time, however, we have Oscar explain EVERYTHING. No lying. Salem cannot be killed. Oscar explains that Ozpin shut himself off after team RWBY forced the truth out of him, and while the truth is a lot for Ironwood to handle, he understands why Ozpin kept it a secret. He shuns team RWBY for their methods and explains why their actions were unnecessary and abusive, but agrees to help them anyway since he knows that they all need to come together if this is going to work. Hence, his arc kind of goes backwards. Instead of team RWBY having his trust from the beginning, they will need to work to gain it back.

He takes Oscar under his wing to try and draw Ozpin back out. He greets Qrow, they fall in love, he also formally introduces the team to the Ace Ops. The Ace Ops take an IMMEDIATE backseat in the story. We don’t need more characters. For the sake of this rewrite specifically, they are barely around. We are focusing on Ironwood and his growth/relationships. I would explore more times to show the deep connection between him and Winter. As I said earlier, I see him as a healthy father figure for her, so I would definitely focus on that for a bit. At this point, Winter would not have received the maidens power yet, so we could have a scene of him assuring her that she is a perfect fit for the role, and encouraging her and just,, you know, solidifying that he wasn’t pressuring her into doing it.

Carrying on with the main plot, instead of being left in the dark for the whole season, Ironwood is already aware that Salem cannot be killed. This gives him and the rest of the team a lot of time to work on a new plan to defeat her. They spend lots of time training, Ironwood takes care of them, offering his resources to them. Overtime the team do start to gain his trust little by little again, but this will all kinda fall apart when Salem arrives.

With stress levels higher than ever, he activates his semblance. Team RWBY and friends KNOW about his semblance and they understand why he is acting irrationally. Maybe they have different ideas than him, but they would not directly oppose him. This completely fixes him from becoming a cartoon villain. Team RWBY and friends would work WITH Ironwood at a distance to fix amity and get global communications back up safely. From there, Ironwood could deliver a message to the world about Salem. Since people know who he is, it will make the message more impactful. Just like he did with his message to Mantle.

Qrow and Winter are positives in his life. They keep trying to ground him and bring him back to reality, but he will not deactivate his semblance. He is too scared of what’s to come with Salem. They support him in this, and do not turn their back on him.

Winter receives the maiden’s power, and is told to open the vault to obtain the staff and raise atlas further into the sky to save his people. Winter agrees, why wouldn’t she? They have already evacuated most of mantle to atlas anyway. In situations like this it’s impossible to save everyone. RWBY could whine and bitch if they wanted to, but there is nothing they could do in this situation because, for the sake of this rewrite, they wouldn’t be as stupid as they are in the canon proper.

The vault is open and the staff is vulnerable. It is in this moment that the ACTUAL VILLIAN comes into play. Watts took advantage of the security from behind the scenes, giving Salem the exact time that the vault was open. And thanks to him overhearing everything, he knows that all she needs to do is use the staff, and Atlas will fall. Salem appears in the room, and the big finale battle would occur. They weren’t ready yet. They hadn’t finalized the plan to stop her without killing her. Team RWBY Oscar and Qrow would do their best to keep Salem distracted while Winter and Ironwood speak to the staff. Meanwhile, Neo could breach Ironwood’s office and retrieve the relic of knowledge for Salem.

The battle plays out, she keeps coming back, the team gets tired, Salem loses her patience and just PLOWS through them to get to the staff. She enters the realm and the mystical world around them begins to shatter and break. With that much concentrated evil in this place coming up out of nowhere, it would be sure to shift the balance.

She goes head to head against Winter and Ironwood for the staff. She knows that using the staff will cause Atlas to come crashing down, so that is exactly what she does. Since he is already out, she just gives him a command. It doesn’t matter what it is. Atlas starts to fall. She strikes a lethal blow to Ironwood (Keeping the theme of her killing headmasters) and flees with the staff. Qrow runs to his side, he and winter are crying, Team RWBY is upset, OZPIN IS UPSET. With his aura broken and his semblance down, he smiles at them all, says that he is proud of them for their work and he knows that they will find a way to defeat her. He tells them to get out and save themselves, save as many people as they can. They do that, but for further angst, Qrow stays with him, holding him and crying against him as Atlas falls. Team RWBY use the gravity dust keeping Atlas falling slowly to their advantage. They get as many people as they can into airships and send them to mistral. They then make their own way to Vacuo... Since global communications are back up, the world would know about this. This would give Shade academy a good chance to prepare. (damn I could write a fic)

What I think of Ironwood’s allusion and what I would change.

It’s dumb the way that CRWBY has portrayed it. In the story of the Wizard of Oz, the tin man doesn’t have a heart, but learns to love overtime. I used THIS aspect for helping my rewrite of Ironwood. He was hardened at the beginning, but managed to trust again and eventually smiled and said that he was proud of team RWBY and friends in his dying moments. It’s just more impactful that way I think.

#long post #ironwood #pro ironwood #ironqrow #rwde #rwby crit

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mojavehearts · 4 years

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Fallout 4 Companions react to Strong having a crush on Sole

(REQUESTED!!) (im cackling like a maniac already)

(I know I used this before but...This IS Sole and Strong)

some are them realising it and some are helping him come to the realisation (some of the reacts even work together as one!)

Cait:

Cait watched as Strong stomped back and forth in front of Soles house in Sanctuary, at 4 am, on a Sunday. ‘’Oi buddy! can ya quit yer stompin?’’ she whispers out angrily, putting out her cigarette onto the side of one of the small shacks sole built Strong grumbles under his breath which makes Cait come striding up ‘’what is your problem?!’’ she was trying her best to whisper at least ‘’Strong doesn’t know!’’ he roars back she covers her ears and sighs ‘’Listen big guy, people are tryin to sleep and they cant with you stompin around’’ Strong grumbles again and points at soles door ‘’Strong cant be without master’’ ‘’what you like a lost puppy or somethin’? yer supposed to be a big mean ol’ supermutant’’ Cait scoffs, now leaning against soles house ‘’NO Strong does not want to be, without master near him, makes Strong MAD!’’ Cait’s eyes widen and she backs away slowly ‘’good lord, you better talk to MacCready about that...’’

Curie:

‘’Ah monsieur Strong!’‘ Curie waves strong over in a chirpy tune ‘‘How have our experiments gone so far? any pain? some memories? violent tendencies more than usual?’‘ Curie had gotten some data from some ‘hospital’ of sorts from New Vegas and was testing the medication in does on Strong so far nothing was different of course Strong was already more ‘Put Together’ compared to many supermutants and it had been a very small dose, ‘‘No strong want stop, making head fuzzy! weak!’‘ Curie nods and checks her chart ‘‘When does this usually happen or is it all the time?’‘ Strong stomps his feet slightly ‘‘If Strong is near master it becomes fuzzy! want to stop! need to be strong and protect Master’‘ Curie stops writing down in her notes and freezes ‘‘Oh Mon dieu’‘

Codsworth:

Codsworth is what he calls ‘Smart for an old bot’ he knew from the get go, hes still full of old world ideals so he isn't to keen on it, considering supermutants are known as violent brutes as well, but he warmed up to Strong (well as much as one possibly could if they weren’t sole) and it became quite entertaining for him to watch over a cup of tea and a nice book (he makes the tea for show, sadly he cant drink it) as strong ‘somehow’ gets red when with Sole, it really makes Codsworth rethink many things

Danse:

Danse...Isn’t exactly a fan of supermutants in general, that's just the way he’s wired (haha get it...Ill go)

Strong would always try to size Danse up, whenever he would talk to Sole Strong would be there, either watching intensely with a violent glare or just interrupting whatever he could, so he went up to him and asked what his problem was, guessing it was because he used to be brotherhood and also because...Danse obviously wasn't a fan of him. Strong just stares him down and points a thick green finger to Danse’s chest poking it into him slightly ‘’Sole needs real man, not metal man’’ and walked off leaving Danse to be (the gif above)

Dogmeat:

You know that thing dogs do when they cover their eyes with their paws and or ears as well?...Yeah just that

Deacon:

One word nine letters Terrified

Deacon thought it was kinda cute at first when he would watch strong follow Sole around, in that scary sort of way...in that way where little girls sing ring around the rosy or your child stands beside your bed in the middle of the night and says nothing, but then he noticed things...different things, like how he would rarely let anyone else around Sole, and that one time where they went to the third rail and that person tried to hit on sole and he chucked a tantrum and set the third rail on fire and- OH MY GOD

Piper:

Piper was making her usual rounds around Diamond City, trying to question whoever she could about her new piece ‘’Mirelurks and their MireQuirks’’ when suddenly she saw strong browsing the general supplies store she was confused why he was here alone, things may have changed since Sole came into play but he might still get given a hard time, he scratches his chin and Piper moves closer to greet him ‘’Master friend, Strong need gift for Master, Master gave Strong milk of human kindness’’ Piper thought this was very normal in fact and did help him pick out something, but then he turned to her and said ‘’How do humans show ‘E fec tion’ ‘’ and she froze ‘’Oh wow buddy i’m not the one for that um...Maybe Nicky can help he was married once well- when he was- when he wasn't- wait was he him- yes of course- um - but its- well-’’ Strong had enough of her blubbering and scoffs already walking off to see valentine, Soles gift in hand. Piper breathes out and then in deeply but then starts laughing softly, it was kind of cute really, but she didn’t think Supermutants could feel ..Love?, Piper had already found a new, and better article idea. SCORE

Preston:

Preston sighs softly, wiping the sweat away from under his hat, taking it off to fan himself with it he noticed the ground rumbling slightly beneath him ‘’Strong that you?’’ Preston turns to the direction of the rumbles and places his hat back on, sure enough he was met with big green mean fighting machine, strong. ‘’You know master, what does master like, besides blood and fighting’’ Preston purses his lips in slight confusion an audible ‘huh’ leaving his throat ‘’Strong want say sorry for Third Rail on fire, Mack Ree Dee says I should show sorry with actions’’ Preston scratches the side of his face and stares at the ground for a minute ‘’why don't you go to diamond city? check out the stuff there I’m sure they would like anything from the surplus store’’ Strong grunts in agreement and stomps away again behind Strong stood MacCready with a tilted head and raised eyebrows Preston looks at him completely confused until MacCready takes his two fingers and draws a heart, Preston stands there dumbfounded his gun falling from his hands

Valentine:

It was a slow day for nick, seemed not many people needed help nowadays guess he had Sole to thank for this time off, but he was getting a bit restless with all this sitting around waiting for something, he felt kind of bad for wishing for things to happen but he was sick of the small ‘Lost my cat’ or ‘forgot where my nuka-cola truck was’ and sick of the fact all of those were deacon in different wigs, so when his door opened he was pretty excited he turns his head up quickly and is met with strong slowly trying to squeeze into the door, he struggled for a few minutes before sitting down, and then breaking the chair, but he still sat in place on top of the broken chair on the floor, nick chuckles and rubs at his temples why was the world against him ‘’Strong, great to see you...What do you need?’’ strong was quick to speak ‘’Paper send me but before that pwes ton and then before that mac ree dee and then before him irish lady, and now im here help strong now metal man!’’ nick rubs the lower part of his face and sighs ‘’so...Paper? sent you specifically?’’ strong nods with a grumble ‘’Alright..tell me what you need’’ it was better than seeing deacon in a long blonde wig talking in a high pitch voice about his cheating husband for 5 hours ‘’Strong been told to come to you because you were married and I need to know E fec tion’’ Nicks eyes widen slightly, the pupils whirrling vibrantly this had to be one of deacons tricks ‘’Affection? for whom’’ Strong slams a big green fist on the desk, breaking it, nick pretends the desk is still there for sanity sake and rests his arms in midair ‘’For Master! who else would be good enough for E fec tion’’ Nick could die at that moment ‘’Alright Deacon you can come out now’’ Strong roars angrily ‘’Bald man at settlement!’’ oh god so this was...Serious, nick takes a looooonnngggggg drag of a cigarette and sighs ‘’Alright...ill help ya’’

X6-88:

(petition for me to just use Raymond Holt gifs for X6 considering they are basically,,The same person like the personalities are spot on omg)

All of the companions where sharing their opinions/outlooks on Strongs growing affections on sole/if Sole would return them and all that, Hancock threw in a few sexual jokes (making everyone groan in different tones) while everyone else already knew X6 did not, and he found it obscene

‘‘x6, what do you think about it?’‘ Curie asks with her eyes full of curiosity, as always.

‘‘Absolutely...Not’‘

‘‘What do you mean ‘Absolutely not?’’ Piper asks with a joking scoff

‘‘it is ridiculous at best, there is no way’‘ the other companions sigh at him ‘‘hey it could be a real blossoming love my guy, they will have gorgeous half green babies’‘ Deacon says with a mouthful of carrot X6 looks at him in distaste and turns in his hair ‘‘X6! don't ignore us, stop being a grumpy pants you aren't in the institute anymore! love is real!’‘ Mac says excitedly X6 slowly turns his chair back and stares at him through his glasses

‘‘It might be, but not between sole and the supermutant, now before you complain, i am once again turning in my chair’‘

he will come around

MacCready:

‘’MACK REE DEE!’’Strong stomped up to Mac at INCREDIBLE speed ‘’whoa there strong! you could flatten me buddy’’ he chuckled but he was literally terrified for his life seeing strong run like that ‘’Loud lady says you can help me’’ strong says bluntly ‘’help with what?’’ now mac was interested ‘’I told her I didn’t want to be without Master and she tells me to see you little man’’ MacCready rubs his neck in confusion why would she send strong to him over nothing it was only natural that he would be if he considers Sole his Master ‘’After fire in Third Rail Master was upset at Strong, STRONG CANT STAND IT’’ Mac nodded slightly ‘’uh well...Sometimes a good ‘’hey I’m sorry’’ and some affection, maybe a hug and a gift can work?’’ strong seemed to like that idea ‘’I GO NOW’’ he roars ‘’whoa buddy wait! do you want me to tell Sole you’re leavin? I’m on my way to have dinner with her now’’ dinner!? Strong’s alarms went off in his head and he picks Mac up by his jacket snarling slightly ‘’Dinner?!’’ Maccready stares at strong, confused and terrified ‘’Um yeah...The thing people do to eat? she wanted Duncan and Shaun to meet formally? you were invited remember?’’ ‘’oh’’ strong slowly and gently (for a supermutant) and slightly dusts Mac off and turned away MacCready laughed softly at how strange he could be and then stopped dead in his tracks ‘’Wait what the fu- ‘’

Hancock:

Once the institute was defeated Hancock and Sole both came up with the idea to have a party for everyone at the third rail, all of good neighbour was decorated from top to bottom with funny decor, synth scraps, all of that (much to x6′s dislike, he still went) everything was fine and dandy, everyone was partying it up, Magnolia switched It up for the night and was singing some upbeat party tunes, and then some random stumbled up to Sole, Hancock watched for a distance he knew Sole could handle themselves so he just watched silently, it was chill and all until Strong war cried, threw the person into some lit candles which then got caught on a decoration and set it on fire and then in shock some people bumped into each other and started fighting AND THEN as everything was going to shit Sole had to jump up to Strong to avoid the fire as it pooled around them, the way strong held onto Sole, told him enough whether supermutants could feel that kinda thing or not wasn't his business. Putting out his cigarette he sighs and decides to help in the chaos as Deacon walked into the third rail ‘’ I BROUGHT PIZZ- aaaa???!’’

BONUS

Sole:

Sole was sitting at dinner with Mac, Duncan and Shaun and turned towards the empty spot they had reserved for Strong with a sigh. They just continue to smile and eat, until the door gets fireman kicked down (I cannot stop with that) and strong appears Sole stands up and strong walks towards them, a pretty sweet looking belt in hand he throws it at sole and they catch it ‘’is this for me strong? well thanks! I-’’ then Strong picks them up and awkwardly hugs them to his body sole struggles a little bit against him ‘’is this about the third rail? its alright strong I told you that I was just busy’’ Strong ‘’I’m trying to do human E fec tion’’ sole goes silent and then smiles softly ‘’thanks strong that’s really nice of you to do that for me, but you don’t have to I like you the way you are’’ strong slowly puts sole down and sole pats him on the arm

Mac and Duncan just looked at each other awkwardly and kept eating the whole time

Bonus Bonus

Maxson:

(I hope this was okay!! thank you so much for requesting I had a BLAST doing it!! xxx)

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yellowjckets · 5 years

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there’s so much drama abt what happened on sunday and as someone who was THERE and saw the show .....

a) there was an announcement beforehand & sally hughes said that everyone would be entitled to another ticket for a day of their choosing which is beyond nice of them- previously they’ve just given refunds and the offer to rebook with the box office, which can leave people who travelled feeling upset as they now have to reschedule their travel/accommodation and pay for that all over again. this gives people both something that they could see this time AND the option to see the full show at no extra cost for the ticket (they told us it’s valid for a year too so!)

b) the audience (which was mostly people who hadn’t been before to my knowledge and from what i heard said before n after the show) were absolutely Living for the concert version- it was lot more well done than people seem to think it was (if anything it made some things more intense bc no dance). this is one of those shows that really does work like this, so it was no great loss (and as someone who’s been before, definitely very fun to watch). also the audience were like the most excited i’ve seen them be in a while so!

c) YES the girls absolutely need a break, and consistently having them do 9/10 shows a week is bad, but they couldn’t predict that literally everyone would get sick/injured in the same week- they survived a good six months with only one alt until glasgow, so assuming 3 of them would manage makes sense. the 9-10 shows is meant to give every girl 1-2 shows off a week so they only ever do 8 unless due to illness or injury, they have to do more (which is becoming increasingly common). however, they really need to just cut back to doing 8 shows a week and having one off each, because although YES it is a one act show it’s so full of energy and they don’t leave the stage- doing three two show days a week (FOUR this week) is ridiculous.

d) however, i wouldn’t say 9-10 shows is them being greedy and wanting money like ... they have people to pay. the arts theatre is TINY it doesn’t have the capacity for moneymaking that literally almost any other theatre in the west end does (and although people complain about the price it’s honestly ... £20-50 with £25 rush, i really wouldn’t call that expensive even for a one act esp as the cheaper seats are GOOD seats (slips and front row)). like if we want six to stay affordable, that’s probably the model they’ve based their costs on- maybe they’ll cut back at some point in the future but i don’t see it happening, esp as they’re booking for another year pretty much. obviously, yes they want to make money but so does literally every other show so uhhh wake up b

e) they KNOW they have an issue with alternates. hence why they hired shekinah AND collette to replace grace, and have said they’re hiring MORE alternateS (plural) in the future. the way it was worded sounds like shekinah will be aragon/cleves, we’ll get two new ones to alternate boleyn/howard/seymour/parr, and collette will understudy all the roles- probably going on once a week and being consistently on standby (unless it’s a full cast show). i could be wrong, but either way we’re going to have four alternates by october- they will manage with four. like i know they rely on grace far too much & the second she isn’t there the show falls apart atm, but surely with four (and with staggered introduction like ... there’s only two new ones atm, and two more new in october when shekinah & collette will have been on a fair amount) they’ll be able to cope. who knows, there might be five, but they ARE working on it.

f) can people stop saying uwu boys can be in six now like ... toby wrote the show. he literally wrote it, if he wants to last minute step in to save it from being cancelled (especially as another show was cancelled only the other week) he can. also people saying he’s nonbinary when he’s never said anything to confirm that (i assume they’re drawing evidence from the way he dresses) is .... just a bit gross like. let it come from him if he is. but also he has said nothing at all about it as of yet, so you can’t just like. assume.

g) sunday only happened bc (toby said in his own words to us) everyone was sick, and it wasn’t fair to put collette and shekinah on early because they weren’t ready so he stepped in to give people who travelled Some format of the show.

h) can u all just calm down? please. yes the girls need a break. nobody is saying they don’t. however, this is just bad luck and what happens when u combine having a small cast w/ a longer running show, esp one w/ as high energy as this. i’ve seen BIGGER shows have to put people on as returns - and those bigger shows also have the luxury of ensembles, which they can cut tracks from. six can’t cut tracks... ah yes, henry the eighth and his famous four wives !

that being said, aimie did all her all you wanna do dance by herself girl is #committed

#'committed' she's literally never IN but #yes i got tickets to a sold out show within 0.2 seconds of seeing genesis was on it be like that sometimes #six the musical #ok to rb !!!!#im jst. laying out some facts here . yes give them a break but also theyre hiring more alts as they speak we literally cant make it faster

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 5 years

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My dear, my darling, my own, as I was suddenly reminded of my love for one Sam Bellamy (for no particular reason of course), might I request more of Sam and the Time Team? Possibly with a side of pre-Garcyatt Wyatt assuming Lucy and Flynn are perfectly happy without him and Sam not being one to turn down a pretty face?

*cackles* Oh no reason whatsoever...

Sam Bellamy, for those who don’t know, was a famous pirate. Please imagine him being played by Tom Ellis of Lucifer fame, and keep in mind that in this fic, Lucy and Flynn have slept with him at least twice because, well, why wouldn’t you.

Very NSFW so under the cut!

“Borrowing the Mothership again?” Mason asked as Lucy led the other four down the steps.

“Rufus wants to take Jiya to see the ‘real Pirates of the Caribbean’,” Lucy replied. “And Flynn and I have a standing engagement.”

“They made me come,” Wyatt added.

“Right, because it’s so difficult to lounge on the beach for two days,” Rufus said.

They all piled in. They tried not to abuse their ability to use the time machines at their leisure now that Rittenhouse was defeated but... what was the point of having a time machine at all if you couldn’t use it to visit your 18th century friend with benefits?

“Darlings,” Sam drawled, eyes lighting up as Lucy and Flynn walked up the gangplank to his ship. “You do have the best timing, we’re lying low for a week or two until some hullabaloo dies down.”

“Which I’m sure you started,” Lucy noted.

Sam kissed her thoroughly hello, and then did the same with Flynn. “Now, that would be telling,” he told her. “Where are your friends, the one who was always complaining and the handsome one who was pretending to only like women?”

“Rufus is with his wife in town, Wyatt went swimming.”

“And how much time have you got for me today? I got this lovely new toy...”

Lucy laughed. “Lead the way, captain.”

Wyatt did his best to avoid any place that Lucy and Flynn might go to, and that especially meant Sam Bellamy’s ship.

For the first couple of days, that worked great. Just get some sun and surf, hang out with Jiya and Rufus a bit, play some cards, engage in some light piracy... but then he got, well, bored.

He was the only one here without a doting spouse to help him wile away the hours, although pining broodily on the pier sure took up a good chunk of time. When he’d done about all he could while alone, he went over to Bellamy’s ship to see if Lucy and Flynn had emerged from the haze of sex and would be interested in maybe causing some trouble in town.

When Wyatt strolled up to the deck, he didn’t see Lucy or Flynn, although the captain himself had decided that it was a no shoes, no shirt, no problem sort of day and was idly reading a book.

“Hey.” Wyatt strode over. “You seen Flynn and Lucy?”

“The lovebirds?” Bellamy saved his place in his book and set it aside. “Went into town, Lucy needs a new corset.”

“...dare I ask what happened to the last one?”

Bellamy gave him a smile of pure sin.

Wyatt rolled his eyes. “Great, I’ll just...”

Bellamy jumped to his feet. “Now, hang on, Wyatt--may I call you Wyatt?--there’s really no reason to be rushing off. You’ve grown bored, haven’t you?”

Wyatt folded his arms. “Who says that?”

“You’re coming to check on the darling Lucy and her paramour when you knew full well both were probably occupied with me. So either you’re bored enough to want to interrupt them, or join them--”

Wyatt flushed. He hadn’t thought about--well he had thought about--but not that he’d ever--he wouldn’t--he accepted long ago that Flynn and Lucy were perfectly happy without him and he was fine, really, he wasn’t going to--

“Ah.” Bellamy’s voice gentled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was like that.”

“It’s not like anything.” Wyatt couldn’t look him in the eye. He was scared of what Bellamy would see.

“They’ll come back soon,” Bellamy noted. “I could see about asking them if you could join us. I know I’d quite enjoy that.”

Wyatt felt like his face was on fire. “They’re, uh, they wouldn’t--Flynn and Lucy don’t want me like that.”

Bellamy hummed. “Well, darling...” He reached out, and Wyatt didn’t know why he didn’t move when he really should, he should pull away, but Bellamy gently stroked his fingers down the side of Wyatt’s face and he was standing very close and he didn’t have a damn shirt on and he was very handsome and Wyatt kind of forgot what breathing was. “...I can’t presume to be the cure for all ills, but I’m told I’m quite distracting for broken hearts.”

“You wouldn’t want me,” Wyatt blurted out, even as Bellamy cupped his cheek and Wyatt felt like a butterfly pinned to a wall, heat starting up in him that had nothing to do with the afternoon sun. “I’m, uh, I haven’t--”

Bellamy’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, but I do, and I’m told I’m a very good educator.”

He leaned in, just slow enough that Wyatt could pull away if he wanted to, but he couldn’t, rooted to the spot, and then they were kissing and Jesus Christ, Wyatt definitely didn’t want to.

Bellamy’s hand moved up into Wyatt’s hair, tightening, holding him in place as he took control of the kiss, his tongue sliding with the ease of ownership into Wyatt’s mouth and Wyatt felt his knees giving way. He gave a pathetic whimper as he grabbed onto Bellamy’s shoulders, and then another strong, callused hand was gripping his hip, pulling him in, and Jesus, the guy was really nothing but muscle.

It had been--years, wow, it really had been years--since Wyatt had been kissed. And Sam Bellamy knew how to kiss, seemed to even know that Wyatt didn’t want to be the one in charge, seemed to know that the way to get Wyatt from zero to sixty was to plunder Wyatt’s mouth like conquering territory.

Maybe he should be a little more worried about all this, about thirty-odd years of hiding himself being thrust out into the light in one fell swoop, but he was a man out of time, a man on a pirate ship of all places, and if he couldn’t let himself take what he wanted, who he wanted, here then where could he?

Bellamy pulled away, leaving Wyatt panting, hard as a goddamn iron rod, and dizzy with need. “The things I’m going to do to you...” he murmured.

He slid his hand down between them, lightly squeezing Wyatt’s cock through his breeches, and Wyatt jolted, heat rushing through him, making his legs shake.

“Rule number one--and I’m sure you’ll follow the rules, won’t you, pet? You like when people give you rules to follow.”

Wyatt nodded, his throat too dry to speak.

“Rule number one, none of this ridiculous captain business. Just Sam will do.”

Wyatt nodded again.

“Rule number two, you tell me if you need me to slow down or stop.”

Wyatt nodded.

“And rule number three is... we get downstairs out of this heat to where I have a very convenient and dare I even say comfortable bed. Shall we?”

Sam took Wyatt’s hand, and Wyatt let Sam lead him down into the ship. His heart was pounding in his chest as he asked himself over and over again if this was really happening, did he really want this, was he really ready for this?

The answer to all three was yes.

If he couldn’t have Flynn and Lucy, then he might as well let the handsome as fuck pirate captain rail him six ways to Sunday, right?

Sam’s room was luxurious, as Wyatt had expected, the bed large and rumpled, and he tried not to think about why the sheets were all askew that way, what Flynn and Lucy had been doing in here a short time ago, their limbs entwined, mouths musing over each other’s skin, their hands clawing at each other’s curves.

It was no good daydreaming about what he couldn’t have.

Sam closed the door behind them, then pressed Wyatt up against it. “You’re thinking too much, pet,” he informed him.

“Give me a reason to stop thinking, then,” Wyatt retorted. He ran his hands up Sam’s bare chest, pressing a little, testing, feeling the lack of give, the pure muscle.

Sam chuckled, but avoided Wyatt’s mouth, instead delicately kissing up Wyatt’s neck, tiny, shivery little kisses that had Wyatt digging his nails into Sam’s chest, desperate for something to anchor him. Sam’s slowly pushed Wyatt’s thighs open, spreading him, and the feeling of being at someone else’s mercy like this had a fresh rush of heat shooting through him, his cock straining painfully against the confines of his pants.

“It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?” Sam murmured. He ran a finger along the outline of Wyatt’s cock and Wyatt gave a strangled moan. Jesus Christ, he was gonna come in his pants if Sam kept this up.

Sam slowly unbuttoned Wyatt’s shirt, his mouth following, until he was sucking a bruise into Wyatt’s stomach and Wyatt’s vision was blurry, his eyelids fluttering.

When he straightened up Wyatt nearly toppled over in surprise, saved only by Sam’s hands as Sam pushed him back up to standing.

“Lesson number one,” Sam whispered, his voice dark and lush and full of sin, “is showing you how good it feels to have another man’s cock against yours.”

He undid Wyatt’s pants and his own, drawing their cocks out, and Wyatt just about lost his mind. He gave a strangled groan as Sam slowly stroked their cocks together, swiping his thumb over the head, getting them good and wet. “Ever done this before?”

Wyatt shook his head, feeling desperate and strung out. “’S--’s good,” he slurred, thrusting his hips uncoordinatedly up into Sam’s touch.

Sam sucked at his jaw, undoubtedly creating a hickey. “It gets even better,” he whispered, and then he was shoving his knee in between Wyatt’s legs, changing the angle, thrusting, and oh holy shit--

“Fuck!” Wyatt yelped, wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders and clinging on for dear life. “Sam--fuck, fuck--”

“That’s it,” Sam encouraged. He was watching Wyatt’s face hungrily, and that just turned Wyatt on even more. “You’re so--so pretty like this--mmm make some more of those noises for me--”

Wyatt groaned, his eyes wide and wild, so close--so so close already, it felt so good and so new and foreign and dirty but fantastic all at the same time and he hated that it had taken him thirty years to get to this but fuck it felt so good, Sam was holding him by the hips and guiding him and oh fuck yes--

Wyatt came before he meant to with a final harsh thrust, startled by it, jerking roughly in Sam’s grip. “Jesus fucking...” he slurred. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m--”

“That,” Sam assured him, “was magnificent.”

He kissed Wyatt slowly, deeply, with a hint of teeth. “Now for lesson number two.”

Fucking hell, he’d barely survived lesson number one. “What’s that?” he asked, trying to sound cocky and mostly just sounding needy.

“How good it feels to have something up your ass,” Sam told him bluntly, but with a wink at the end. “On the bed, love.”

Wyatt did as he was told, letting Sam guide him onto all fours. There was a bit of rustling, and then he felt Sam spreading his legs. “Just relax for me,” Sam instructed, “and let me know if you want to stop.”

At first Wyatt jerked when he felt fingers circling, searching, but Sam rubbed at his back soothingly, and then it was almost like a massage--the weirdest massage he’d ever gotten, sure, but a damn good one--until he was relaxed and sinking down into the sheets.

Sam slowly worked a finger into him, just the tip, and Wyatt tensed up again. “Relax,” Sam reminded him.

Wyatt, to his shame, could easily picture Flynn doing this to him, could hear Lucy being the one to tell him to relax. He’d be so good for them, he’d do whatever they wanted...

He focused back in. Sam was here, and Sam was hot as sin and showing him the ropes and being patient and ohholyfuckaddinganotherfingerohJesus...

It felt weird, he wasn’t gonna lie, but Sam was patient and then it started to feel good, like really good, he liked the stretch, liked feeling filled--it made him feel dominated and he liked that, he really, really liked that--

Then Sam found something that made Wyatt’s cock jerk and his whole body tense up as fucking electricity shot through it. He yelped, shuddering, and Sam chuckled.

“And now you know why everyone goes on and on about this,” Sam laughed, amused. He added a third finger, kissing lazily up Wyatt’s spine, until Wyatt felt sloppy and open and very, very much ready for more.

Sam, however, did not seem inclined to hurry, and the more Wyatt pushed back against Sam’s fingers, the more Sam just toyed with him. “Sam, please, c’mon,” Wyatt panted. “I want--c’mon I want it, I want it--”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked, like he wanted to confirm that Wyatt was asking him to pass the salt.

Wyatt was practically writhing on his fingers and he wanted to ask if Wyatt was sure? “Yes, goddammit, fuck me!” Wyatt growled.

“Greedy,” Sam teased, lightly spanking him, and Wyatt moaned in response, okay, great, that was another kink to add to the list apparently.

Sam pulled his fingers out, and helped Wyatt to spread his legs a little more, and then he was lining up and ohhhhhkay okay that was--that was a lot, hmm, wow, all right, Wyatt could--holy shit he could feel it in his fucking throat--

“Breathe for me, pet,” Sam reminded him, kissing the back of Wyatt’s shoulder, his arm around Wyatt’s waist and his hand stroking soothingly along Wyatt’s chest.

Wyatt inhaled sharply, then forced himself to exhale. Sam chuckled. “That’s a good boy.”

Wyatt glared at him over his shoulder, but breathed in and out deeply a few more times until Sam was satisfied.

Then Sam started moving.

Shiiiiit.

The edge of discomfort fell away embarrassingly quickly and then it was just holyfuckingshitsogood, slick and stuffed and stretched and oh yeah, yes, just like that... Wyatt didn’t even know what he was saying, just blurting out encouraging words, anything to get Sam to keep doing that. His cock was filling again between his legs, getting hard, and he wanted to reach down to stroke himself but Sam batted his hand away.

“You’re coming just like this,” he ordered.

Wyatt whined. “I can’t--”

“Yes you can,” Sam replied lightly, and then he shifted his angle and started hitting that spot again and oh fuck, yup, yup, Wyatt was gonna fucking come.

“Oh Jesus,” Wyatt panted harshly, hands clawing at the sheets. “Jesus, fuck, Christ, God, fuck yes--”

“I’ve always wondered,” Sam mused, “if we’re not supposed to be doing this, then why did God make it feel so damn good?” He kissed Wyatt’s shoulder affectionately as Wyatt whined helplessly, squirming against Sam’s relentless thrusts. He could feel stars going off behind his eyes.

“I wonder what would happen if I made you wait?” Sam asked. His arm tightened around Wyatt’s waist. “If I made you hold off until I said so?”

“Please,” Wyatt found himself begging. There was no way he could do that, not when it felt this good, no fucking way. “I can’t, I can’t...”

“Not right now, no, but with time.”

The idea of doing as Sam said, of waiting, of coming when Sam said he could--that definitely had an appeal. “With--with time, okay, yes, but please--”

Sam fastened his teeth around the meat of Wyatt’s shoulder. Wyatt yelped, his cock jerking helplessly. “Shh, shh, don’t you worry. You can let go, Wyatt, I’ve got you.”

Wyatt shuddered so hard his toes curled, feeling on fire in the best way, his hands twisting the sheets until he nearly ripped them. Sam kept hitting that spot, hard and fast, and Wyatt gave himself over to it, moaning Sam’s name and curses and God knew what else as he came like a shot, staining his stomach and chest, feeling so damn good his head shot up into the clouds and didn’t come back down for a good long while.

When he did come back down, he realized that Sam was gently pulling out of him--still hard. Wyatt felt a rush of shame, but some of that must have shown on his face because Sam immediately shushed him, petting him. “No, no, I held back, and it was quite hard to do--no pun intended--I promise. You’re a delightful little thing.”

Wyatt would normally have objected highly to being called a ‘little thing’ but in this context it just made him shiver, and Sam must have figured that, damn him.

Sam arched a challenging eyebrow at him. “You see, I was thinking you might want lesson number three: the joys of giving a proper blowjob.”

Wyatt grinned at him. “How do you want me?” He licked his lips deliberately, peering up at Sam through his lashes, pouting just a little.

Sam laughed. “Oh you are a quick learner. We’ve got quite a lot of fun ahead of us yet.”

Wyatt smirked. He couldn’t wait.

Flynn was in for a surprise when he got back to the ship with Lucy.

Sam was emerging from below deck, looking rather, ah, ravished, with some new bite marks on him that Flynn knew he and Lucy hadn’t put there. “Moved on already?” he teased, helping Lucy up onto the ship.

“Oh, no, just providing a solid education,” Sam replied. “Got to do my part to give back to the community.”

“You’re a true paragon,” Lucy laughed. “But who is it?”

Sam walked over to Flynn and Flynn felt himself melting all over again as Sam pulled him in, gently wrapping an arm around Flynn’s waist and kissing his neck. “Your blue eyed boy, Wyatt Logan.”

“Wyatt?” Lucy sounded both amused and shocked.

“Oh, yes.” Flynn wound a hand in Sam’s hair as he continued slowly reclaiming the territory he’d been so fond of that morning. “He’s rather besotted over you two and convinced you can’t return his affections. The usual story.”

Flynn froze, pulling back to look Sam in the eye. “Wyatt--what?”

“Wyatt likes us?” Lucy sounded as shocked as Flynn felt.

“Quite enamored of you, I’m afraid,” Sam said, as though this were the height of tragedy. “I did wear him out a bit, poor thing, although he was quite pent up and eager, it’s been a while since he had a proper lay. He’s asleep in my bed as we speak.”

“Holy shit,” Lucy said, to no one in particular. Sam kissed Flynn’s neck again.

“What do you think?” Sam murmured, squeezing Flynn’s hips. “Shall we go in and wake him? I’ve only just started breaking him in and there’s so many ways we can play with him...”

Flynn gave a choked-off groan as Sam thrust his hips into him, his gaze connecting with Lucy’s.

A slow, determined smile spread over Lucy’s face. “I think it’s only fair we clear up any misunderstandings.”

Sam pulled back from Flynn, grinning at the two of them as Flynn nodded. “Well then. This will be fun.”

#mads answers things #mads writes stuff #timeless #timeless fanfic #li'l ficlet #wyatt logan/sam bellamy #mentions of garcyatt #mentions of garcy #mentions of sam/flynn/lucy #everyone wants a piece of sam and who can blame them #not me #extasiswings

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mumuho · 5 years

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I need you to kiss me - Kai (pt. 3)

Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.

Fluuuuuuuff

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During the weekends you only meet up once. Kai usually stops by on Saturday on Sunday, depending on your schedule. It’s a bit of a hassle having to get ready and dressed on days when you really don’t want to go out but have to just to help him out. To make things less burdensome for you Kai offers to meet up at your place.

The arrangement between the two of you work out perfectly. Although the other tenants in your apartment complex have begun to notice the frequent appearance of the handsome young man. It seems as if he never stays more than a few minutes and they speculate about the nature of your relationship.

After three weeks of seeing Kai walking in and out of the building, most often wearing sunglasses, rumor begins to circulate.

He might be gang member!

Drug dealer!

What if he’s extorting the student?

He’s wearing sunglasses to hide his identity!

On one Saturday afternoon as Kai once again steps inside the building he’s approached by the security guard. The guard interrogates him and only becomes more suspicious when Kai refuses to remove his sunglasses. Kai tries to convince the security guard that he isn’t participating in criminal activities and that he actually knows you.

After receiving the call from the reception you come down to the security guard’s office. Inwardly you’re panicking but outwardly you’re wearing a cross expression.

Kai doesn’t really understand why.

---

“Miss, the reason I called you down here is that there have been rumors about the relationship between the two of you. Normally it’s none of our business but there are rumors going around of criminal activities and I called you to hear if you could explain this.”

“I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused. First of all, he’s my boyfriend.”

It’s a good thing Kai’s wearing sunglasses, because it masks his surprised expression.

“We had a big fight a few weeks ago and ever since he’s been coming over here to apologize.”

Oh, so that’s why she was looking so mad.

“There’s really nothing shady going on, I’ve just not been very keen on speaking to him.”

---

Once back at your apartment the two of you let out a sigh of relief.

“I guess, you better stay here for a while so they don’t get suspicious.”

And so, that is how Kai begins to spend more time at your place.

---

One weekend in early December you go out of town and decide to meet up with Kai on Sunday afternoon. Usually when you meet up on Sundays, it’s normally before noon as Kai begins to feel a slight soreness and ache in his body if he goes longer without contact with you. It’s bearable, but rather inconvenient.

By Sunday afternoon he steps into the building with his sunglasses on. His eyes now occupied by a blackness that covers half his eye. Outside there’s heavy snowfall and Kai leaves a trail of melted snow behind him as he walks up to your apartment.

There’s no answer when he rings the door bell. He presses the bell two more times before finally calling your cell.

“--ah, I’m outside your place, could you open?”

“Kai? You didn’t receive my text message?”

“What message?” He hears your curse on the other side of the phone.

“I don’t know what the weather’s like back home but the snow’s falling like crazy. We had to stop because I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. We’ll be back on the road as soon as the snowfall clears up a bit. Will you be fine?”

Kai nervously rubs his neck. Should he tell you about the other side effects of going no contact with you for too long? For fear of putting additional stress on you, on top of having to drive in such a conditions, Kai stays quiet.

“I know it’s inconvenient to have your eyes become black but please hold out for a while, okay?”

“When do you think you’ll be home?”

“We’re still a 2-hour drive away, I’ll text you once we’re back on the road.”

---

“Kai!” You exclaim as you come out the elevator and spot him. Even from a distance it’s apparent he’s feeling unwell. He’s standing slightly hunched and when you come close you notice the perspiration. “Are you okay?” you ask, with worry in your voice “Did you come here despite feeling ill? You could’ve told me to come by your place instead!”

You unlock the door with lightening speed and usher him down onto the cushioned stool in your hallway.

Without another word exchanged you grab his face and firmly plant your lips onto his. Kai’s hands find their way onto you, one tangled in your hair and the other gently placed against your cheek.

For a long time you remain in that position, with your lips locked and the front door wide open for the world to see. You stay like that until Kai finally lets go of you. And it’s not because he’s feeling better but because he realizes he’s not.

You remove his sunglasses and only now see that his eyes look even worse than the first time you saw them like this. “Kai, your eyes, they’re not changing back.” It’s beginning to dawn on you that maybe there’s a connection between Kai’s physical state and his eyes.

“I figured.” His reply comes out as a weak whisper. Although he’s not perspiring as much it’s obvious Kai’s is still in pain. He leans back against the wall with his eyes closed. “Please call Sehun and tell him to come here immediately.”

“W-what, why?”

Calmly and quietly he says, “I’m not getting better and I need his help.” He doesn’t have the energy to elaborate any further and you don’t pester him either.

----

Sehun’s quick to respond and while you wait for his arrival Kai only seems to get progressively worse. He lies on your bed, hair damp with sweat. You don’t know what to do other than put your lips to his because it seems to ease his pain at least.

The doorbell finally rings and Sehun comes barging in, throwing his shoes in the air as he does.

He points at you and tells you to listen and do as he says as quickly as possible. “You need to digest half of this.” He holds up a bouquet of green herbs. “We need to cut it up and mix it with water. Follow me.”

He enters the kitchen with you in tow. “Cut this up and mix it with water, we’re going to make it into a paste.”

You do as you’re told but Sehun doesn’t even bother grabbing a knife or a pair of scissors, he just starts tearing the herb with his bare hands. The two of you are back by Kai’s side in no time and you throw half the paste down and swallow it with one gulp before you’re even able to register the bitter taste.

“Where’s his mark?” Sehun asks.

“Mark? What mark?”

“Kai, where’s the mark?” Sehun shakes his friend’s shoulders but doesn’t get anything other than unintelligible mumbling.

“There should be a physical mark on his body somewhere. We need to know exactly where the mark is in order to direct the energy.” He begins rolling up Kai’s sleeves and you do the same.

“What does the mark look like?”

“It’s just a circle. You’ll know it when you see it.”

The two of you scan Kai’s arms, his feet, neck and all the other easily accessible places. You’re only halfway through when you realize Sehun has been continuously asking you to check his side as well for the mark.

“Sehun, you can’t see the mark?”

“No. The mark is sacred. It’s not something an outsider is able to see.”

Kai suddenly speaks up, startling the two of you. He places his hand on his left chest. “It’s here.”

Both you and Sehun immediately hover over him. “On your chest?” Sehun spares no time in waiting for Kai’s confirmation and cuts open his sweater in an instant.

And there on Kai’s left chest you see it. Two circles, one contained within the other. “Is it supposed to look like scar tissue?” you ask. When Sehun had said “mark” you had imagined it to be more like a tattoo.

Sehun gives you an affirmative answer and is quick to use what’s left of the paste to draw lines and shapes onto Kai’s upper body.

“I’m done. Now, --ah, kiss the mark.”

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#kai #kai scenarios #kai fanfic #jongin scenarios #jongin fanfic #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #multi #fluff #exo #au:fantasy

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saturdaymorningmuses · 6 years

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Out of Commission: A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

The latest in my fanfiction series. Hope you enjoy

Marinette was walking with her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste, on a sunny Sunday afternoon in the park. Normally, they'd be very happy, but this outing was sullied by unpleasant personal thoughts. Seeing it in eachother's faces, the two sat on a bench, and decided to talk about it. "You first, or me?" Adrien asked. Marinette sighed. "You first." she answered. Adrien took a deep breath. "My lady, am I useless?" he asked her. Marinette was shocked by the question. "What? What are you talking about?" she asked. "As Chat Noir, I mean." Adrien clarified. "I overheard some skeptics the other day. They said I don't really contribute much. They say I'm more of a sidekick, or meat shield. They say you don't really need me." he said with a melancholy tone. Marinette put a stern look on her face, took Adrien by his lower jaw, and turned his head towards her. "Adrien Agreste, you listen to me. You are a wonderful person, and a great partner. Don't forget that you saved my life in the past, and there were times where my plans wouldn't have worked if you weren't there. Yeah, you've stumbled, even got brainwashed a few times, but it happens." Marinette scolded. "You are the best partner, and boyfriend, I could ever hope for. Don't think for even a second that I don't need you." Adrien smiled at Marinette's words, and hugged her. She smiled as she returned the hug.

"Thank you, princess. Now it's your turn. What's bothering you?" Adrien asked. Marinette sighed. "It's my mom." Marinette admitted. "She's been sick for a while, and our doctor left town just a week ago. It's making her very moody. She's been throwing up a lot, and every time I ask her what's wrong, she tells me not to worry, that I have enough on my plate with being a super hero, and that she'll be better soon." Adrien grew worried. He had next to no knowledge in the field of illnesses and medicine, but he saw how upset Marinette looked, and did his best to think of some decent advice. "Hey, with your mom being as smart as she is, I would take her word for it." Adrien advised. "If she says she'll be better soon, then you should trust her. I'm sure she'll tell you if it gets serious" Marinette sighed. "Okay. Still, maybe I should.." Her sentence was interrupted by a call. It was Alya, who was supposed to be on patrol as Rena Rouge with Carapace and Queen Bee. Marinette knew she wouldn't call unless it was an emergency, so she picked up, and put her on speaker. "Hello?" Marinette asked. "Guys, we have a problem." said the voice of Rena. "What's wrong?" Adrien asked. "So get this, Carapace, Bee, and I are dealing with a burning building, right? Well, turns out it was started by a fire Akuma, and he's heading towards the fire department down the street from the Mayor's office." Alya replied. "We'll handle it. You guys worry about the building, and meet up with us as soon you can." said Marinette. The call ended, and Adrien and Marinette rushed to a secluded spot across the street from the park, just behind a barbershop. Once they had a chance, they transformed, and were on their way.

They arrived at the fire department just as the Akuma did. They looked at this new villain. He wore a black, skin tight suit, a long, dark red overcoat, and orange boots, and gloves, all with yellow trim made to look like flames. He was bald with bone white skin, and red lensed sunglasses. "Ah, Ladybug and her pet kitty. The name's Torcher." he said with a mock bow. The two heroes scowled. "Oh, don't mind me, I'm just looking for a little payback against those miserable, glorified water boys people call firefighters, and maybe take your Miraculous while I'm at it." he said before blasting fireballs at them. Ladybug and Chat Noir dodged the attack, only to see that the fireballs were powerful enough to cause explosions. The two heroes were shocked. "Okay, this guy is dangerous. We have to take him out as soon as possible." said Ladybug. "You’re right, but first we should...LADYBUG, WATCH OUT!!" exclaimed Chat. Before they could react, a fireball hit the ground near them, and they flew in different directions. Chat Noir slowly got up, ignoring any pain, but was shocked when he saw his lady lying on the ground, and not moving. In a panic, Chat rushed over to her. He checked her heart, and then her breath. "Merci Dieu!" he exclaimed. "You're still alive!" Just then, he heard her earrings beep. "Uh oh, I gotta get her out of here." Chat said as he picked her up. He carried her as fast as he could. Of course, the villain chased them, but Chat had a plan. He ran and leaped through the city in all sorts of random directions. This included going from pavement to rooftop as many times as possible. This managed to lose him, and Chat took her home just as she detransformed.

Once they were inside, Tikki came out. "Tikki, get Marinette's parents, and tell them what happened." Chat instructed as his ring beeped. "And tell them to bring camembert." Tikki gave a quick salute. "On the double!" she said as she flew downstairs. Meanwhile, Chat looked Marinette over. "Well, no cuts, no bruises, and nothing broken. Thank goodness. You are one lucky bug, bugaboo." he said as he stroked his hand against her face. "Mon Dieu, she's even beautiful when she's unconscious." he added before being detransformed. "You okay, Plagg?" Adrien asked his Kwami. "Yeah." said Plagg. "Just drained." That's when Sabine and Tom rushed up into the room. "I have the first aid kit!" exclaimed Sabine. "I have the cheese!" exclaimed Tom. Plagg rushed over, and dug in to his cheese. "Oh, my poor baby." said Sabine, putting a wet cloth on Marinette's head. "We'll tend to her. You better get going." said Tom to Adrien. "What?! But I can't do this without her!" Adrien said in a panic. "Yes you can. You may not be able to undo the Akuma, but you can still beat it." said Sabine. "But how?" Adrien asked. "I'm not as fast a thinker as she is. I don't know how to fight like Ladybug." Tom put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Don't fight him like Ladybug. You're not Ladybug." he asserted. "Fight him like Chat Noir." Adrien heard those words, and smiled. He had an idea. "Claws out!" he exclaimed. He transformed, and made his way out. "Send her back as soon as she's ready." he said before climbing out the nearest window.

Back in the heart of Paris, Torcher was using his powers to try and draw out the heroes that had escaped his grasp. He was growing impatient. Which was just what Chat Noir was hoping for. He stood atop a building, and prepared to put his plan into action. "Hey, Torcher, is that sulfur I smell, or is that just your fiery funk? I don't need a cat's sense of smell to tell me that you stink!" said Chat in an insulting tone while holding his nose. Torcher growled, and tossed a fire ball at him. Chat dodged it, and the fireball, went up into the air. "Is that all you've got? I'd hardly call you a hot-shot. Nah, I'd say you're more lukewarm." The villain was getting angrier. "Hold still, you mangey stray!" Chat Noir continued to dodge the fire balls. "Did I say lukewarm? Now, I'm thinking more like ice cold." he taunted. Torcher growled, and used his fire like a jet propulsion to get up to Chat's level. "That's it, Cat Boy! Miraculous or no, I'm gonna turn you into barbecue!" the villain ranted. "Catch me if you can!" said Chat as turned around and took off. Chat chuckled as he lead the villain through the city, dodging every fire ball and flame thrown at him. "Man, leave it to a fire Akuma to be a real hothead." he said to himself.

Meanwhile, back at the Dupain-Cheng's house, Marinette was finally waking up. She opened her eyes to see her mother and father, as well as Tikki. "Mama? Papa? Tikki?" she said as she was coming to. "Oh thank goodness." said Sabine. "You're okay. We were worried for a second." The four of them hugged. "Okay, you better get going, dear. Chat Noir needs you." said Tom. Marinette got up, and prepared to go, but stopped. She knew this wasn't the best time, but she wasn't going to be able to focus unless she had some answers. "Mom, before I go, I need to know, why are you so sick?" she asked. Sabine sighed. "Marinette, I told you.." she started. "I know you told me not to worry." Marinette interrupted. "But I can't help it. I don't know what I would do if I lost you." she said. "You mean the world to me." Marinette said as her eyes watered. "I don't want to lose my mama." Sabine crumbled at the sight of her daughter crying, and hugged her. "Oh sweetie, you're not going to lose me." she said in a comforting tone before breaking the hug to look at Marinette. "I'm sorry if I worry you, but the truth is, I don't know what's wrong with me. I only know that it feels awful. In fact, I haven't felt this sick since I was...." Sabine had a sudden realization. "Honey, I think I know what's going on with me." she said. "And I'll have an answer for you when you get back, but for now, Paris needs you." Marinette wiped her eyes, and nodded. "Tikki, Spots on!" she exclaimed. Once she was transformed, she made her way out into the city. Sabine looked to her husband. "Tom, let's go to the pharmacy. We have a test to take." she asserted. Tom nodded, and they made their way out the door.

Things were going according to plan, or at least that's what Chat Noir would say if he was asked. He just had to get Torcher away from the more crowded parts of town, somewhere where close and tight, somewhere where no one else was around, but most importantly, somewhere with water. Luckily, he had just the place in mind. An abandoned car wash in an older part of the city. Chat found it once when on patrol. He never thought he'd be using it. He went inside, and looked around. "Boy, what a wash." he joked to himself. "Now, where is that water system. He looked and looked until finally, he found it in the basement. Chat checked it out, and to his pleasant surprise, it still had water. "Perfect." he said as he turned the system back on. "Now, all I got to do is trick that hothead to come down here." He began to brainstrom, but it was interrupted. "Don't bother." said the villain, appearing behind him. "Perfect. Nowhere for you to run, or hide. Now I'm going to roast you." Chat Noir chuckled, cracking his knuckles and neck. "Careful, the roast is tougher than it looks." With that, the two began fighting in hand-to-hand combat. Torcher's fists were on fire, so Chat was mostly on the defensive, but that didn't stop him from delivering a blow once or twice. This fight took them all around the room, practically going in circles. Chat then realized he was in front of one of the water pipes. 'Perfect.' he thought. He stood perfectly still with a smirk on his face. Torcher, angered beyond the point of reason, charged a fireball, and threw it at Chat. The feline themed hero leaped out of the way, and the explosion from the fireball made a tear in the pipes, causing water to shoot out, and spray Torcher, putting his fire out.

"NO!" he exclaimed. He then realized his sunglasses were missing. "Where are my shades?!" he shouted. "Looking for these?" said a female voice. Both Chat and Torcher turned to see Ladybug, who was holding the glasses. She broke them in half, releasing the Akuma. "Time to De-Evilise!" she exclaimed as she used her yo-yo to cleanse the butterfly. She then took the broken glasses, and tossed them in the air. "Miraculous Ladybug!" she exclaimed. The Miraculous Ladybug did its job. All the damage from the Akuma was undone, and the Akumatized villain was revealed to be a thin man in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He had a shaved head, and a petite goatee, as well as flame tattoos on his arms. He got up, and looked at Chat Noir. "Ladybug! Chat Noir! Aw man! I'm sorry! My boyfriend, he dumped me for a firefighter. I-I-I was just so mad..." he went on, trying to explain himself. "Hey, it's okay. Your feelings are understandable." said Ladybug. "Yeah, besides, it's the Akuma that made you do those things." said Chat. They took the young man out of the old car wash, and had the police escort him home. "Way to go, my lady!" said Chat Noir. "Came right in the nick of time, just as I needed you." he praised. "Thanks, Chaton. But really, you deserve the credit. You're the one who beat the Akuma while I was out of commission." Ladybug replied. "Yeah, I guess. Still, I like it better when we work together. That's when we're at our best." said Chat. "True." said Ladybug. "Well, we better get going. See you later, Kitty." she said as she made her way home. "Farewell, my lady. He said as he blew a kiss, and went home himself.

Ladybug landed on the balcony of her home, and made her way downstairs as she detransformed. There, in the bakery, was her mother, sitting at one of the tables, smiling. "Mom, did you get your answers?" Marinette asked. "I sure did, sweetie. And I'm ready to tell you, but first, your father left something in the oven. Do you mind taking care of it real quick?" Sabine replied. Marinette sighed. Was this really the time for a chore? She had been hoping for some answers so she could not be as worried as she had been. Still, the sooner she complied, the sooner her mom would cooperate. She went into the kitchen, and peaked into the oven. A bun. A single, solitary bun. Marinette huffed, took the bun out, and brought it back to her mother. "Mom, I love you, but seriously? You told me you would tell me why you were so sick as soon as I got home, but instead, you have me looking at a bun in the oven. Could you please just..." It was then that Marinette had a realization. "Wait....bun...in the oven? A bun in the oven?" She looked at the bun, then looked at Sabine. "Mama?" she asked. Sabine smiled as she placed her right hand on her stomach. Marinette's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. She then had an enormous smile on her face as tears fell from her eyes. "Oh Mommy!" Marinette cried out as she hugged her mother. Sabine smiled as she hugged her daughter. Marinette was weeping with joy. Where there once was worry, now there was only pure happiness. As far as she was concerned, this was one of the best days of her life. "I'm gonna be a big sister!"

#miraculous #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #rena rouge #queen bee #carapace #akumas #tom dupain #sabine cheng #tikki #plagg #action #drama

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tinybibmpreg · 5 years

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Day 63 // ft. Azarane, Christovao, Surath, and Brother Berrain

#89 / Truth

“Tell me what you want,” Arazane begged.

Then, for the first time in weeks, he received an immediate and truly honest answer, “I want my family to be safe.”

“Then why are you doing such risky things?”

“It’s my duty, Arazane. I’m sure you’ll understand someday.”

Christovao handed him a tea bag, and giving him a fake smile that didn’t reach his empty eyes, told him that it would help him with his morning sickness. Though he trusted his lover more than anyone else, as he took the offering, he was filled with a sense of dread. But he smiled back and thanked him, and silently resolved to take it to be tested for magic.

“Sir Yamega!” one of the other knights called for Christovao. “The king is riding out to the border to check on new evidence. He wants you to lead his personal guard.”

“Who has been assigned to guard Prince Arazane?”

“I have, sir.”

“Good.” He turned back to Arazane. “I’ll report back as soon as the King allows me, your highness.”

“Of course.” With a dip of his head, Christovao put on his helmet and left. As soon as he was gone, Arazane said to his new guard, “I need to visit Brother Berrain. Accompany me.”

“Yes, your highness. Are you ill?”

“No. I just need him to check something for me before he goes out to treat the afflicted.”

The little tea bag exploded on impact with the shimmering water in Berrain’s mixing bowl, and he and Arazane startled. Arazane had suspected that the tea would have some faery magic in it, perhaps something to make him forget Christovao’s involvement with the woods, but he hadn’t expected it to react to the minor barrier charm like that.

“Goodness, your highness, that tea was made entirely of magic. There’s not a speck left. Where did you get it?”

All he could do was stare at the once pale green water as it turned a deep blood red, symbolizing what was malevolent intent. Finally, he asked, words slow, “...Berrain, can I trust you?”

“Of course, Prince.”

“You can’t tell anyone. Not even my father.”

“I haven’t even told him that you’re with child,” Berrain assured. “Any secret you speak is safe with me.”

He hesitated, but then put a hand over his belly and replied, “Christovao gave it to me.”

“Sir Yamega? Why on Earth would he give you such toxic magic?”

“I- I don’t know what exactly happened that started all of this, or when it began, but he went into the woods. There was a faery, dying, I think, and he helped them. They convinced him to help them, and he’s spent the night in the woods. The plague on the people… Christovao is the one infecting people.”

“Did he tell you what’s wrong with them?”

“No. But he was disturbed by the idea of anyone cutting open the sores. He said it’s better for everyone to not know.”

“I’ll tell the others not to try it. Now that we know it’s faery magic, maybe we can work on a treatment… Don’t worry, I won’t tell them my source.”

Arazane nodded, grateful. “Berrain, do you know how we can help Christovao? He’s not even the same person anymore, and I’m afraid of what he’ll do if he gets exposed…”

Berrain clucked his tongue. “Claimed by the faeries. Not much anyone can do there. All the cases I’ve heard end in tragedy. Faeries are fickle creatures. If they get bored of something, they’ll get rid of it. Killing’s a sport to them, you know.”

“I know. I don’t want anything to happen to him… He was just trying to be kind, helping someone in the woods… Chris doesn’t deserve to suffer because of that!”

Going towards a bookshelf full of large, old volumes, Berrain pulled one out from the bottom. It looked ready to fall to pieces. He brought it to his exam table, and set it down. Carefully, he opened it, and began flipping through the pages. “Now, we know so little about faeries, and this is probably terribly outdated, but I’m sure I can find some way to help him. This book was outlawed decades ago, but almost everything we know about faeries and their magic, their culture… it’s all in here.”

God, he hoped that they would be able to help him. Arazane sighed, and let his gaze wander around the room as Berrain searched for the page he was looking for. Something caught his eye, and he looked back at the bowl. Instead of being a solid blood red, there was a white circle in the center. “Berrain? What does that mean?”

“Huh? Oh- Lord, what is that?”

“Blood is for malevolent intent, right?”

“White… White is benevolence. That’s strange, how can something be both at once?”

“Maybe it’s a typically malevolent spell, but prepared with good intentions?” He’d rather think that Christovao had given him a curse to help him instead of hurt him.

“Perhaps. Pity that detection charm is recent, or else I’d look it up in my books.”

It took awhile for Berrain to find the information they wanted, and when Arazane looked down at the book, he was greeted with eerie sketches of humans with hastily scrawled notes next to them. Most of the drawings were weeping or in the midst of violent acts, and one looked to be laughing even as their limbs were clearly depicted as broken. Next to that one, it simply said ‘emotion reversal. Pain = pleasure, sadness = joy, and so on, so on.’

“Contrary to popular belief-” Berrain started, jumping at the chance to explain something to a willing audience, “-claiming by faeries doesn’t cause random effects. This book documents the specific symptoms different people get. Of course, each case is different, and has their own mixture and severity… Ah, here it is! Is this how Sir Yamega is behaving, Prince?”

It was a sketch of an adult man, with the face scrawled out. Next to it, there was a glued on journal entry in quickly scrawled handwriting.

I visited the town of Hero’s Lake this winter, where I met with the wife of a farmer who was robbed on his way home through the woods. The man was accidentally thrown into a faery circle, where he lay unconscious all night. His wife told me how he gradually lost all of his emotions, until the only thing he truly desired to do was tend to his animals, so he could bring milk and eggs to the faery circle for them to eat. I attempted to cure the man with a purification spell, but with no effect. It is with great misfortune that I write that two weeks into my visit, the man committed suicide in his barn, where his wife and I discovered his body being pecked at by crows. I suspect it is because he was no longer providing the creatures with food during the cold months.

Likewise, I met the parents of a young girl who suffered from a similar fate on my travels. The faeries grew bored of her in a matter of minutes when she couldn’t provide any more amusement, and strung her up for the crows.

Those with no emotions are in great danger, as the faeries will become bored with them once they no longer need them. Any attempt to stop them from fulfilling their purpose can lead to the display of other symptoms. The girl’s father attempted to stop her from walking to the field where the faeries watched her dance, and she thrashed about, screaming as though in pain. She injured her leg in the skirmish, and could not dance properly, which led to her demise.

They would have to be careful then. Trying to stop Christovao from helping the faery wouldn’t work. Though it would mean the people would continue to be diseased, Arazane had to let him continue, lest he lose his lover forever.

“That’s exactly what happened to him.”

“Has he displayed any other symptoms? Can you tell what his last desire is?”

“I don’t think so, and he said all he wanted was to protect his family… But why would a faery have him want that? It must be to help the faery survive. Maybe it truly is sick.”

Every Sunday, Arazane’s father allowed the citizens of the kingdom to come and speak to the court, to make requests or ask questions. It allowed him to get to know the problems of his kingdom, and his father was a good man who always tried to solve the problems the people brought to him, lest they turn to the magicians and untrustworthy spells for help.

He always attended, and Christovao always stood guard. So he left Berrain to do more research, and returned home. By the time he arrived, his father had returned from edge of the woods, and Christovao was there to help him out of his carriage, offering a gloved hand.

Christovao nodded to the knight that had been guarding him, dismissing him. “How are you, your highness?”

“Well. I visited Berrain. He’s doing some research about the plague, and I wanted to know if he had anything I could tell the King.”

“Good. The King is expecting you in the throne room.”

The knight led him there, and Arazane took his place beside his father. The King leaned closer to him, and asked, “How was your outing?”

“I visited Brother Berrain. He believes he knows what’s causing the plague, and is certain it was not caused by dark magic, but he has to test his theory. He’s also going to warn the other doctors not to attempt to cut into any of the affected areas just yet.”

“Excellent. This kingdom doesn’t need another rogue magician. This is great news.”

It really wasn’t, but Arazane did not say any more on the subject. He sat back and watched his father talk. Everyone was relieved to hear that Berrain was once again making strides in his research, and a messenger went to spread the news and warning to the rest of the doctors, who were out tending to the afflicted.

“There is no need to shield your face in my court, sir,” the King said as a lone person walked up. They did not kneel as everyone else did. “Please, feel free to remove your hood.”

“Of course. Now, please do not fear, my good man. I mean no harm and come in good faith.”

It couldn’t be.

The person pulled off their cloak to reveal that they were none other than a faery. In all the years that the kingdom had stood, Arazane knew that not once had a faery ever set foot in the palace. There were barriers to prevent that, charms to ward them away.

But the faery smiled at them, insect wings stretching, long ears twitching. “Hiteran, I come to make a request.”

“I do not bargain with pixies!”

“No, no, this is no offering. I’ve simply come to retrieve something of mine. A person, who is very dear to me.”

His father glanced at him, and Arazane shook his head. “Faeries do not leave the woods to fetch people. They lure them in.”

“True, of course.” Something seemed off about this faery. In a way, he was familiar, though Arazane knew he’d never seen a faery in his life. “But this person is already claimed. He belongs to the woods. To me.”

“A personal claim?”

The faery nodded, putting his hands on his belly. “Yes. You see, I’ve come to retrieve the father of my child.” Arazane felt his eyes on him as he spoke, and he held back the urge to wrap an arm around his own belly.

“A human fathering a faery’s child?”

“Yes. It’s truly a miracle. The Ancients have smiled upon our union. We have sworn ourselves to no one but each other, and he has vowed to protect our child. I thought it would be considerate of me to inform you before he comes with me.”

Faeries couldn’t lie outside of the woods. Everyone knew that. Arazane felt like he was drowning as he realized who the faery was here for.

The faery snapped his fingers, and Christovao stepped forward, drawing his sword. He approached the faery, and instead of striking him, he got on one knee, the point of his blade pressed right in front of his foot like a staff. He bowed his head, and the faery smiled.

“Hello, Chris. It’s wonderful to see you again.” The faery crouched down and removed Christovao’s helmet. He let it fall to the floor, and took the knight’s face in his hands, angling it upwards. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Yes.”

#oblio's fics #original #mpreg #male pregnancy #Sir Christovao Yamega #Prince Arazane Hiteran #berrain (PO)#Surath (PO)#Plague's Oath

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wildroseofarran · 6 years

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Heart to Heart || Luke & Q

Q: *Q pounces that*

Luke: -Luke falls over and clings-

Q: "Hello."

Luke: "Hey, you." -nuzzles in-

Luke: "My sexy teddy bear."

Q: "I'm a what now?"

Luke: "My sexy teddy bear."

Q: "I'm not that hairy!"

Luke: "You're snuggly!"

Q: "You're snuggly."

Luke: "It's 'cause I'm snuggling you." -nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle-

Q: "How are you doing, gorgeous?"

Luke: "Better now that I'm with you. That cliché to say?"

Q: "Depends on why I'm the relief you need."

Luke: "Had a sucky week."

Q: "Want to talk about it, champ?" he chuckled.

Luke: "Can I have kisses afterward?"

Q: "You can have kisses during."

Luke: "Okay." First kiss now please.

Q: A brief one to start. Oh yes, they were going to escalate. Patience.

Luke: That was just fine. He was a patient guy. "Started on Monday with me breaking a mug and slicing my toe open and it just got worse from there."

Q: "Ah." Another kiss. Just a smidgen slower this time. A nice two second linger. Luke's shirt needed to go away. "How's your toe? I've been meaning to ask when you're going back to Raleigh, now that Peter's back."

Luke: Brief as it was, he was already feeling an enormous amount of comfort.

"I kind of have, sort of," he said, helping Q remove his shirt. "I spent this week there and drove back on Friday. Gonna drive back on Sunday night. Been thinking of doing that every week."

Q: "Living with a relative, or going to invest in two houses?" Time to remove his own shirt and toss it away. "You're going to burn yourself out, Mr. Graham."

Luke: "I think I'm gonna keep staying with Pete. I've missed him a lot and now that he's back I don't wanna go back to only coming here on holidays."

Luke immediately snuggled closer. "Maybe I'll do it every other weekend. Haven't made any solid plans yet."

Q: "Well, you just let me know what you decide and I'll clear my schedule for you." He felt for the throw blanket behind them and pulled it over their shoulders.

Luke: "I feel so special," Luke said with a smile, feeling himself go boneless and relaxed in Q's arms as he settled into the warmth.

Q was another reason Luke didn't want to return to Raleigh full time. He'd gotten so spoiled to being able to see Q at a moment's notice and get bathed in affection and comfort pretty much whenever he needed it.

"Maybe I won't have a set schedule. I could just play it by ear every week. Less pressure that way."

Q: "You have friends there, work, a home. You have family here, but you're going to wear yourself thin if you don't make a schedule. Just my observation." Long fingers stroked up and down Luke's shoulders. "Routines keep most people sane."

Luke: "Yeah, I might." He'd done it before. Law school and the year that followed had been an avalanche of stress and no sleep. "It feels so weird being back in my apartment. Having to take the elevator, looking out my windows and seeing skyscrapers instead of woods."

Q: "You're a city boy. You might have been born here, but look at you." He smiled. "Look at the way you dress, your hair. Nothing about you says townie."

Luke: Luke chuckled softly. "I've gotten so much shit for my hair while I've been here. That's one thing I don't miss when I'm in Raleigh. Seeing twenty people I know and having to make small talk with all of them when I walk outside."

Q: "Does it bother you, seeing me on the street, at the bar, pretending I'm just another face?"

Luke: He kissed Q's jaw. "Seeing you never bothers me. I miss seeing you when I can't."

Q: "Luke," he said the name as tenderly as possible, but with enough inflection to gently demand attention.

Luke: "I don't mean it that way. Just in the 'I like spending time with you' way."

Q: A slow nod. "Okay." He didn't need to tell Luke the obvious. Don't fall in love. He could do nothing for that infliction.

Luke: Q had no cause to worry; Luke and love weren't exactly on the best of terms lately. Not since Dana Tolvin had met his end, and even before that. Hell, that's why Luke had been given Q's number in the first place.

"Didn't mean to freak you out there. I just genuinely enjoy seeing you, unlike other people around here. Small towns are so damn...catty sometimes."

Q: "You didn't freak me out." He began to pet Luke's kempt hair. "I just don't want you heartbroken."

Luke: Luke's eyes fell closed at the affection. "Little late for that," he said softly. "Not because of you of course."

Q: "But because of Dana Tolvin, an Australian missionary man, handsome and rugged." Stacey's big mouth.

Luke: At this point, Luke wasn't even surprised Q knew. Los Angeles gossip had nothing on Edenton.

"Yeah, that's the one. Him. God. Satan probably."

Q: "Satan?"

Luke: "I figure Satan had a hand in whatever happened. Seems like the kind of messed up thing he would do."

Q: "And that's why a certain someone gave you my number." Luke was given a squeeze. "I'm not his replacement by any means, but I hope I've been a distraction."

Luke: "You have been," Luke said with a smile, snuggling even further into Q's embrace. "I'll always be grateful that I was given your number. You've gotten me through some rough patches."

Q: "One day, you'll meet Mr. Right. You'll be ready. It'll be, 'Q who? I don't know who you're talking about, good sir,'" he laughed.

Luke: It was probably a good thing Q couldn't see his face right now; there was skepticism written all over it. The only Mr. Right for him was dead. As far as he knew, that had been his one shot.

"No, you're way too memorable for all that. Me, I'm forgettable. Just a short blond guy."

Q: "Why do you think so little of yourself, Mr. Graham?"

Luke: "I don't usually, only in regard to this particular...area of life. Don't exactly have a glowing record." Not even a mediocre record.

Q: "Having high standards, or...?"

Luke: "Not even that. I guess I'm just unlucky."

Q: "I don't think you are. I think you have low self-esteem."

Luke: "I don't know, I've known--and been with--my share of shitty guys. Maybe my self-esteem is part of that too. Never really thought about it."

Q: "If you think you're shit, then you find people you think will accept shit. Usually, that's shitty people. See that shit cycle?"

A sharp noise from the kitchen forced his attention elsewhere, breath caught in his chest.

Luke: Luke nodded. It made perfect sense. So much so that it surprised him that he'd never thought about it, or maybe refused to think about it. Introspection was a bitch.

"Yeah, I see it. It fucking--" His head whipped up, immediately turned toward the sound. "What was that?"

Q: "Your brother's cat, maybe?"

Luke: It had to be. Pete was in Raleigh for the day.

"Maybe. Midas!" he called. "What are you doing? Did you do something weird?"

A few moments of silence, then--soft as can be--"....Mew."

Q: Q took a breath. Why had that bothered him so? His neck felt sticky with sweat, the hairs on his arms raised. He rubbed them in an attempt to remove the uncomfortably eerie sensation.

"Anyway," he tried to laugh.

Luke: Luke shook his head before returning it to Q's shoulder. "That's a yes. Tiny weirdo scared the hell out of me. Sorry about that. He literally grew up in a barn."

Q: "It's okay." Arms returned around Luke's body, though that obscure out-of-body sensation had refused to alleviate.

Luke: "He probably broke one of the mugs on the rack. And with my luck it was one of mine."

He nuzzled Q, wanting to offer comfort for a reason he couldn't name.

Q: "I'll clean it up. How about you get comfortable in bed and I'll join you?"

Luke: "You're too sweet," he said, softly kissing his faux boyfriend. "Thank you. Don't let him cute himself out of trouble. Give him a stern look."

Q: "I'll give him a stern look for the both of us." A quick kiss. Luke was gently pulled to his feet. "Go on now."

Luke: Luke hummed softly against Q's lips, nuzzling him again before pulling away. "Good. You let him know who's boss."

When Q entered the kitchen, he'd find Midas lounging on the counter and grooming himself with the remnants of a bowl lay shattered at his feet.

Q: "Someone was a naughty kitty." This was a situation he would surely reflect upon one day, why it was his clients trusted him with their house, with their restful lives. Bearing no ill will, it was only as he began to scoop the smaller shards of ceramic did he cross this realization. What if, he wondered, they had allowed someone else in their home, someone with less than honorable intentions?

So many people starving for affection, for comfort, for a reason to remain sane. They existed in a world in which professional cuddlers existed, made bank. People were so in need that they would accept anyone to assuage their yearning. Luke was in need because of death, because of words left unspoken.

Midas was given a quick scratch behind his ear. The debris of his carelessness was placed in the plugged sink. Enough dispiriting thoughts for one night. He still couldn't shake the chill from his arms. He needed Luke's warmth.

Luke: Midas stopped grooming himself long enough to chirp in Q's direction and give him what Pete and Luke referred to as his 'look at me, aren't I so cute and innocent' face. The man smelled like dog but that was okay. Dogs were tolerated. The big ones that didn't really do anything but lay there were even appreciated.

Much like his Uncle Luke, Midas closed his eyes at the affection given to him, watching Q clean up with a very regal expression.

Meanwhile, Luke had made himself comfortable upstairs. He'd rid himself of his jeans, both for comfort and the potential for more....more, before drawing the curtains shut and snuggling in amongst the bed pillows to wait for Q.

Q: Q wasn't far behind, removing what remained of his clothes, save for his underwear, and piling them nearby.

"A bowl, and he seemed pretty pleased about it." Time to climb into bed and play big spoon to his little lawyer.

Luke: "That little shit," Luke chuckled. He almost chirped himself as he snuggled against Q, sinking into his warmth. "Did he give you the face?"

Q: "I got a face. I don't know if it was the face," he chuckled. Now it was time to kiss Luke's shoulder, his neck...

Luke: "I'll bet it was the face. He's very good at it." He probably learned it from his best kitty friend when he and Pete were in France. That was Luke's theory, anyway.

He hummed softly at the kisses, snuggling in even further. "You're awfully good at that."

Q: "You just make it so easy," he whispered in his ear. "Have to get my kisses in before you sleep, Mr. Graham."

Luke: "Don't wanna sleep just yet," he whispered, turning his head enough so he could capture Q's lips with his own.

"Gotta get in some kisses too."

Q: "Yeah?" His signature bright grin was noticeable despite the limited moonlight. "Take as many as you want."

Luke: Luke couldn't help but grin back. "Yeah." He shifted so they were face to face, putting Q's beautiful face in easy reach. "In that case, I'm going to take about....a metric ton." And after nuzzling against his pretend boyfriend, he did.

Q: Q would never tell Luke no, not when it came to kisses. The lawyer was sweet and so human and innocent; he felt deprived of the affection he deserved. He didn't like imagining Luke being neglected, but the reality was there in his mannerisms, his need for those kisses.

"Do you want me to make love to you?"

Luke: With any other person, Luke would probably feel incredibly self-conscious about letting himself give in to his need for affection and comfort and gentleness. But there was something about Q that made him feel so safe and cared for, that made it so easy to let go. For that alone he would treasure Q for the rest of his life.

He'd all but melted by the time Q spoke again. "Please," Luke murmured, not feeling the least bit ashamed of having this need and wanting it to be filled.

Q: Luke would be treated as he had since day one, like a king in Q's arms. One might consider his constant concern to be fastidious, but the word held no meaning here. The delicacy was effortless, more so than with many clients, possibly all clients. His comfort was priority, given with fingers, kisses, entrance, and every thrust. Luke would climax first; Luke would be cleaned first. Q would be the last to bed and would hold his beloved client throughout the night. He would wake first, wait for Luke to follow before beginning their day.

Luke: From where Luke was standing, the way Q treated him and acted with him was nothing less than a godsend. How could a man who was so gentle and so loving and who made him feel so wanted and attractive be anything else?

And this between them? It really was making love. It was always making love when it was with Q, and he made Luke feel so good that sometimes it almost brought him to tears. He could think of no way to repay Q other than letting him know exactly how cherished he felt with breathless moans and whimpers and grateful kisses.

Luke would be a puddle of liquid contentment in Q's arms the entire night, sleeping peacefully in the warm cocoon of his embrace before waking with a very odd--but very Luke--lament about the struggle of wanting blueberry pancakes but not wanting to get up to make them.

#Heart to Heart skype chapter #lukebgraham #qtraxler

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love-jeon-jungkookie · 7 years

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Fate{Ongoing} part 2

Part: 01|02|03|04|05|06

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Genre: Fate!au;College!au

Summary: Lee Hana and Jeon Jung-seok fell in a ill fate love in the 70s. Now almost 30 years later their children Jeon Jungkook and Lee Tiffany meet, will they fall in love or will their fate be the same as their parents ?

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*Jeon Jung-Seok POV*

I sat at my desk that night with her diary in my hands. I flipped to the first page after slowly undoing the black ribbon.

"Lee Hana"

I shouldn't read her diary...right? I quickly skimmed through the pages realizing she wrote in English and Korean, I stopped on one page that had a picture that she had drawn of a couple hugging with a quote written above.

"Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it". My parents would always say these words whenever I asked what love is like before my dad passed, even though my moms love was lost she said it's still there, just like the wind. I still don't get the meaning of this.

"Her dad passed".

The next day I returned to school with the diary planning on returning it, but how was I suppose to return it without her thinking I took it. I sighed putting it in my bag as I began off to class.

"Excuse me!" I turned seeing the blue eyed girl speaking perfect Korean. "Um have you seen my diary? Ah, no I mean my white notebook". I shook my head my nerves getting the best of me. She look disappointed , what am I thinking. "Sorry for bothering you, you must be busy, bye" she said bowing and began to walk away , I bowed watching her leave. "Hana!" I saw a guy walk up to her grabbing her arm as he seemed like he was confessing or something. "Jung-Seok!" I heard my friends approach me as i continued to watch her. They must have followed my eyes to the same scene. "She's with another guy?" Jihyo said, "So pretty!" "You know her?" Jinyoung asked Jihyo, she nodded. "She's in my class but I don't know her personally. All I know is she's from America and recently came here, I hate those kind of girls". She scowled "Oh! She's the Madonna of your class!" Seokjin exclaimed "Psh, how is she Madonna?" "If you hate her that must mean she's more popular then you. I've heard a lot about her, she's really popular right ?" "Only to the boys, she doesn't have friends".

I kept watching as I confirmed that guy was confessing , seems she quickly rejected him and walked away. "Just three seconds?" My eyes widened at Jinyoungs comment, he smiled saying it was nothing before leaving to class. I wish I believed it was really nothing.

My mom used to say that souls plan an encounter long before the bodies see each other...I wonder if I've had my encounter yet. Someday like the main character in a drama accidentally bumps into their future love on the train. Or like my parents, before my dad passed, meeting in high school and being high school lovers. I want to meet the person I'll love too.

I read her diary over and over again, I feel guilty of course but i just want to know her. I want to know more about her.

I walked out of the class hearing the rain hit the ground. Fate must have been on my side today as I saw a blonde girl standing there waiting for the rain to pass. I quickly checked my bag hoping my umbrella was still in there. I smiled pulling out a white umbrella and opening it over her head. "Shall we go?" She smiled nodding. The umbrella was small only big enough for one person, so I was pretty much getting soaked. "You're getting soaked" she said concerned and got closer to me. "It's fine as long as you aren't" I cursed at myself for being so cheesy. She giggled, "do you like the rain?"

"Yeah I do, when I see the rain I get sad and happy" she looked surprised.

"Me to". "You know I saw your drawing , of the cherry blossoms on display in the art room" she stated, I suddenly got shy. "It's one of the best I've ever seen, I really looked forward to more of the drawings after that". I felt my heart beat pick up and I began to smile. "Maybe sometime I can show you more of my drawings" I said preparing for rejection. "I'll look forward to it then".

I read in a poem once that cherry blossoms shine their brightest during spring but even when they're bare, they're still beautiful aren't they? If you think about it, aren't love and cherry blossoms similar?

"What are you doing this Sunday?" I suddenly asked her. "Huh" "The cherry blossoms, I can show you them, if you want". Her smile grew and a small pink tint enveloped her cheeks, I've never seen such beauty. "Okay" she said nodding her head.

I smiled handing her the umbrella, "sorry to leave you here but I have somewhere I must go, here". "But what about you?" "I'll be fine, see you Sunday!" I yelled running away.

I've finally got a date with Lee Hana.

#BTS jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan boys #BTS jimin #BTS rap monster #bts v #BTS jin #bts scenarios #jungkookfluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkooksmut #jiminsmut #vsmut #taehyungsmut

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dontyoudarestiles · 7 years

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Fic: A Voice of Naught and Night

(Original) Percival Graves/Credence Barebone | E (Explicit Sexual Content In The Future) | ~11,700 | Chapter 3 of ?

Summary: Percival Graves is a detective in the small Irish village of Perth, living in the shack along the sea his father had lived in and his father before him. Raised on myths of merrowmaids and selkies, when he finds a mute, beautiful boy washed up on the shoreline, he can’t help but provide shelter. And eventually, love.

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Part 1 Part 2

Graves

That night, the boy slips into his bed.

It’s quiet and calm, but Graves is sleepless. He lies in bed, breath heavy, eyes unable to shut, staring at the sliver of moonlight spilling in between the pewter curtains. He can hear the crash and rush of the waves outside if he listens carefully, but strangely he doesn’t hear the boy’s footsteps until his door creaks open.

“Credence?” he murmurs, head still full of visions of shark-eyes and fang-teeth. And maybe the knot lessens, seeing the vague shape of the little one standing in the doorway, safe from beastly men and their calloused hands. But that doesn’t excuse the pleasure he feels, seeing the light spill onto Credence’s face, light up those dark liquid eyes.

Because even in the dark night, the boy is beautiful, a little ghost on the moor, limpid eyes and soft wide mouth. The dark curls drip like ink swirls onto the pale forehead, the lashes kissing black shadows against ice-cliff cheekbones, pearly teeth digging into a swollen berry lip nervously. He wears his little sleep shirt, the one that gapes over his hollow collars and the honey-dip of his throat. Graves can see the glint of his pretty bare thighs, the slim white feet curling uneasily on the wood-board floor, and it steals his breath like an icy wind.

“Are you alright?” Graves finds his voice.

The boy moves across the room, thin arms clutching his shoulders in a self-hug, head cast low.

“Cold?” Graves asks, voice soft, and the boy glances up shyly and nods.

“Come ‘ere,” Graves murmurs after a moment of conflict, but the image of the boy shivering alone on the cot Graves had set out for him makes his decision for him. Graves reaches out a hand, and he watches as the boy approaches the bed and gently moves the covers so he can fold his long, shapely legs underneath. The boy slips in, mattress barely dipping under his negligible weight, the slim, warm body pressing deliciously against him and Graves shifts onto his back to draw his little one close. He feels the slim arms splay across his chest, the little chilled toes bumping up against his shin.

“Jaysus, Credence, what’re those, your toes or icicles?” he grumbles. Credence giggles softly and they shuffle around. Graves leaves the bed to find Credence soft, fluffy socks, despite the boy’s nonverbal protests and grabby arms. He returns to the bed quickly, chuckling. “Yer a spoiled little thing, aren’t yeh?” he asks, undeniably pleased, watches the boy squirm beautifully on his dark sheets. He’s tempted to light his lamp, if only to get a glimpse of the boy fully. Instead, he sits on top of the cover and draws one little foot into his lap.

There’s a surprised breath, but Graves ignores it in favor of cupping the cold limb with warm hands and fingers, digging into the sole in a gentle massage. He hears the boy relax with a happy sigh as he rolls his thumbs into the arch, the room quiet but for the rustle of movement against sheets and the soft sounds of their breathing.

He leans down, finds the other foot, rubs warmth into that one as well. “Feels good?”

Credence nods, flushing gently, and the eyes slip closed. “Spoiled little thing,” Graves murmurs again, but he doesn’t pretend to be very bothered by it, especially when he sees the happy smile on the boy’s mouth. “Yes, yeh are. My spoiled boy, though,” he murmurs, and pulls the warm socks onto each little foot.

They resettle, Graves on his back, Credence cuddled up on his front, their legs tangled nicely together. He presses his mouth to Credence’s temple, feels the curls slip velvet-soft against his neck, loops his arm around the tiny waist.

“What are we doing, Credence?” he murmurs, and the boy, bereft of his writing pad, says nothing. “What am I doing?”

Credence tilts his chin to look up, and Graves’ lips and stubble scratch against the smooth skin, and he imagines the reddened beard burn the boy will inevitably wake up with on his forehead and cheeks the next morning.

“This is so inappropriate,” Graves mutters, guilt seeping thick in his stomach, and he feels the boy shift and thinks he’s going to retreat to his own bed for whatever reason.

Instead, the boy pulls back and arches a brow, and yes, Graves gets the message. They’ve kissed, they’ve held each other close, Graves has bathed the boy for Christ’s sake, has sat by his side almost every day since they’d first met. A bit of snuggling would not be crossing any of the many lines already skipped over in the sand. But this whole deal with Grindelwald is casting Credence more and more in the light of a victim. All Graves can see now is the boy, pale and slim and broken, underneath a towering, powerful figure with sharp teeth and claws, and all he can taste is guilt.

And so he pulls back, tries to be objective, slides his hands down the boy’s spine one last time and tries to create space.

But then Credence gives a little noise of protest—and it was only a soft puff of air, a tightening of the jaw, but the wetness of his dark eyes and the grasping, pleading fingers pull Graves back in, make him shush and soothe, rake his fingers through the glossy curls. “Okay,” he murmurs, “Okay, I’m here. I’m here.”

But while he feels the boy’s breath deepen, watches the lovely lashes flutter shut, Graves can’t sleep. Because he knows on Monday, he’ll have to go into work. And the very idea of leaving Credence behind, alone in a town harboring someone who means him ill harm, makes Graves’ skin crawl, makes his fists ball up and clench, makes him want to find something and kill it.

So he presses in close, and he whispers, “I have someone for you to meet tomorrow.” And he thinks, she’ll like you.

…

Queenie does like Credence, very much so.

A sign that says “closed” in wedding-cake swirling handwriting hangs on the front door of the shop, and yes, it’s Sunday in Perth, Ireland; it’s not uncommon for shops to be closed for church, but Queenie had always been the lone rebel to keep her shop running through morning mass. Now though, her store front’s abandoned and she’s dithering on the front-step like she’d been expecting them, grinning and giggling as Graves introduces her to Credence.

“Cocoa or coffee, honey?” she chirrups happily, fixing a little breakfast for Credence. A fluffy chocolate chip muffin, some freshly fried eggs, honey-buttered toast. She smiles at him over the countertop, and a little worried corner of Graves’ mind calms. How could I think anyone wouldn’t like Credence?

“He loves cocoa,” Graves says, smiling in relief. “Top it with a bit of whipped cream as well,” he adds, knowing his boy’s sweet-tooth. Credence gives a little excited hop at his side, clutching at Graves’ arm in his anticipation, and Graves apparently can’t quite hide the look of absolute adoration he gives him because Queenie raises an eyebrow, still smiling.

“Ah, here you go, Credence,” she says when she finishes. “Our famous hot cocoa, on the house.”

Credence sips it eagerly, cheeks pink and glowing from happiness, a bit of cream glistening on his upper lip.

“I need to speak with Miss Queenie for a bit, Credence. Would you like to sit at one of the tables and eat?” Graves asks carefully, watches as the boy nods eagerly and bounces towards the back of the shop, veering away sharply from the windows with distrust.

Ever since Graves had told him about Grindelwald, Credence had been incredibly nervy about going outside, even even hesitating about being near windows in general. The early morning skulks by the waterside have stopped. He avoids the bedroom window-alcove. This morning, he trembled getting into the car, had begged Graves on paper to leave him home. But Graves needs to know that Credence is safe, needs to have someone with him and so. Queenie.

“That was the boy in the photo,” Queenie whispers frantically once Credence has settled down to munch on his muffin. “The one the man was looking for!”

“I know,” Graves said grimly. “I’ve—I’ve been housing him for about two weeks now.”

Queenie’s brow creases with surprise.

“I didn’t know someone was looking for him until our talk,” he admits, agitated. He shoves his hands into his pockets, rocks on his heels. “I asked Credence about it, and he—he was terrified, Queenie. I don’t know why, I don’t know what happened, but I’m near positive that man looking for him isn’t his father.”

Queenie has a hand cupped over her mouth, looks around like she’s expecting Grindelwald to pop out from behind a curtain any moment now. “That’s—oh, the poor boy,” she says sadly.

“Yeah, I know.” Graves rakes his fingers through his hair. “I don’t mean teh trouble you, or nothing, but I can’t leave him alone, you know?” He swallows. “I—I wanted to ask yeh for a favor. Just—just look after him for me, okay? I’m going to go to the Chief with this information, I promise. But something just doesn’t feel right and I’m not willing to take chances.”

Queenie nods. “Of course, Mr. Graves, you can—”

The kitchen door smacks the wall, it opens so quickly, and they’re interrupted by Tina Goldstein, frowning confusedly, saying as she comes in, “Queenie, why are you closed? It’s Monday, fer God’s sake, people need their tea—” She stops, blinking at the scene: Graves looming and dark in front of the counter, Queenie shuffling guiltily behind.

“Tina!” shrills Queenie, wringing her apron nervously as she maneuvers around the countertop. “You didn’t tell me you were stopping by!” She smiles tremulously, and Graves sighs. Queenie’s a brilliant girl, makes the best bread pudding this side of Cork, but she’s a dreadful liar.

“Is there something happening here that I should know about?” Tina asks, suspicious.

“Nothing, honestly, Goldstein, I was just getting some breakfast,” Graves says tersely. She hasn’t spotted Credence yet, frozen like a doe on the meadow in the corner.

“Come off it, Graves, you never go out to eat,” Tina says, too observant for her own good. Atta girl, Graves would think in any other situation, but it’s something else, being on the other side of the glass. “What’s going on?”

“I felt like a change, Jesus, Tina, I’m not a robot,” he snaps, but then Tina, in the usual fashion, jumps from Point A into the Atlantic Ocean.

“Is—is this a rendezvous?” Tina asks, brow tense and confused. “Are—Queenie!” she suddenly splutters, slack-jawed. “Are yeh—are yeh having an affair?!”

“No!” Queenie nearly shrieks in indignation, but then Tina scours the room with her eyes and finds the boy in the corner, shrunken and trembling in the corner, and Graves pinches the bridge of his nose as she asks, slowly, “Isn’t… that the boy that Nordic fellow was asking after the other day?”

…

Tina, Graves finds, isn’t nearly as understanding as her sister.

“Yeh should’ve taken him straight to Protective Services!” she hisses, even after he’s explained in full. “What were you even thinkin’, Graves? Keeping a teenager at your home? Getting so involved? Confronting the suspect? Your judgment’s compromised!”

“You don’t know the situation,” Graves spits back. “I was only trying to keep him safe, that’s more than I can say for you. This man, whoever he is, he’s bad news. I don’t trust Credence in the system, Tina. I don’t trust that he’ll be safe.”

“I don’t know the situation?” Tina bristles, cheeks flushing. “You don’t know the situation! You’re going off your instincts, Graves, not evidence! Face it, you’re too emotionally involved. You should’ve alerted the station immediately when you first found him.” And then she stills, looking between Credence, sitting hunched in a chair, and Graves, standing tall and silent above him, his hand on Credence’s shoulder. “You haven’t—how old is this kid, Graves?”

“Old enough to know he doesn’t want to go back to his ‘father’,” Graves says lowly.

“Graves,” she whispers. “What are you doing?”

Graves knows he’s asked himself that just last night, questioned his own actions, agonized over the seemingly easy domesticity cloaking himself and Credence, but hearing another person, someone who Graves respects deeply, question him is another thing entirely.

“I don’t know, Tina,” Graves finally admits harshly. “I don’t know, okay! I just—Mary and Joseph, girl, I found him naked on the beachside. He was cold, he was hungry, I took him in, I took care of him. I couldn’t just abandon him to a hospital bed.”

“He’s a person, not a stray cat, dear Lord,” Tina says, near ripping her hair out. “We’re police. Helping people’s what we do. We’re not villains. What were you gonna do anyway? Keep him locked up like a dog on a chain, stay with him forever? Live happily ever after like a bloody fairy tale? And what about Mr. Grindelwald, hm?”

Graves looks away, jaw tight. Credence reaches up, links their fingers together for comfort, and that’s the last straw for Tina.

“He shouldn’t be staying with you,” she says succinctly. “Let me or Queenie have him for a few nights. Clear your head. We need to take him—” And then she breaks off, face going white. “G-Graves?”

Graves frowns, looks down, and his breath leaves him.

Credence lifts his head, tilts his chin to the side, eyes entirely eaten up by black, liquid and animal. There’s no sclera, only a dark looming void that sharpens the air, and the room is suddenly freezing. Graves can see ice forming in dagger-spikes on the tables, the floor suddenly frosted and slippery slick, and Tina and Queenie start shivering. For some reason, Graves can’t feel the chill, only the soft warmth of the boy’s shoulder under his arm.

“Credence,” Graves whispers, stunned. And then he recalibrates, because the Goldstein girls’ lips are going blue, their teeth chattering. If Credence doesn’t stop… whatever this is, then they’ll surely freeze. Even now, their movements are sluggish as they stumble back in shock, ice cracking on Tina’s slacks, Queenie’s dress dripping with icicles. “Don’t do this. Please.”

Credence head tilts again, and his empty eyes meet Graves’. Graves kneels down on the freezing ground next to Credence, so he can look directly into his boy’s black gaze. The bite of the air nips at him now, just a bit, and Graves takes a shuddery breath.

“Whatever they said before, you know it’s not going to happen, my boy,” Graves rumbles, deep and comforting and he sees a twitch of the soft lips. He says, insistently, “Come on, yer a good boy, Credence. My boy. And these are my friends, see?”

Credence swallows, eyes still blacked out, but the ice recedes just the slightest bit.

“They’re my friends, but I’d never let them take you away from me,” Graves murmurs, sliding soothing fingers over the boy’s shoulder, fingers so long they brush the fragile collar. “Come back to me.” He leans down, presses his lips to the wild curls, cups the soft cheek, and whispers, “Credence.”

And warmth floods back into the room so quickly even Graves can feel it, like a bonfire-heat flaring up brightly on a winter morning.

The ice melts almost instantly, dripping off of tables and chairs, and Queenie and Tina gasp loudly, clutching each other in shock, suddenly drenched in hot water, the flush returning to their cheeks and fingers in a rush of balmy blood.

“What—” stammers Tina, but Graves’ glare quiets her, and they watch as Credence’s shoulders slump and then begin to shake with tears.

“Oh, Credence,” whispers Mr. Graves, before his hands are full of a sobbing little faerie, arms looped around his neck, a wet face burying itself in his chest. “Baby, shh.” Credence sobs harder at this, fat tears spilling down his cheeks, and Graves draws him even closer, mouths gently at the sweet-smelling temple, feels the curls brush against his under-jaw.

“My sweet, poor baby,” he murmurs, and he draws them both up, standing, running his warm hands up and down the curve of the boy’s spine, feels the bump of each vertebrae. “You’re gonna be okay, it’s alright. There we go.”

“I think Credence should stay with Mr. Graves,” says Queenie quite firmly, wringing out her soaked skirt, a new flood splattering at her heels, her curls a wet, dark mop plastered against her forehead.

“Quite agree,” splutters Tina, wiping drenched bangs away from her flushed face. “That—what are we dealing with here?”

Graves carries the boy into the breakroom Queenie has for her few employees, complete with a table and little coffee table, but Graves makes a beeline for the couch, sits down first and sets Credence on his thighs, lets the boy fold up like a paperbird, and he murmurs, “It’s fine, just let it out.”

Credence shakes like a leaf on his lap, and Graves hums a little lullaby in the deep of his throat, hand gently rubbing circles into the shaking back.

“Shh, love,” he soothes. “It’ll be okay.”

The boy gives a soft sob, coughs a little bit. His shaking hands come away from his mouth and he reaches for his notepad.

I couldn’t control it, I’m sorry Mr. Graves I’m sorry

“It’s not your fault, Credence, it’s not,” Graves says patiently, drawing the boy close, lowering the paper with a swift touch. “You were just scared. Who could blame you? Tina means well, but she comes off a bit strong, doesn’t she?”

There’s a wet, sniffly laugh, and Credence pulls back, looking sheepish as he mops away his tears with his sweater-sleeve. It’s a bit of a crime, how lovely and pretty the boy looks with a flushed red nose and puffy eyes, but he does, and Graves swipes his thumb over a wet cheekbone.

“What are you?” Graves murmurs, and Credence just looks at him with wet, puppyish eyes. “What am I dealing with?”

#gradence #percival graves/credence barebone #gradence fanfic #credence barebone #a voice of naught and night

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so should i reply in tiny font or just regular font?

hybe should do better in spreading out the comebacks of the groups under them :/ they're already at a huge advantage, might as well use it strategically. AHA streaming mvs is so convenient for a multi. the filler vids i could use in between could be mvs from the other groups that i stan. also you know what, i still haven't watched a single final performance bc im waiting for a friend to watch with me :D

i have a chinese movie recommendation in case you want something to cry over. i still love its ost and it's been months since i watched it. i'm not sure if you watched it already but more than blue. i've never cried over a movie as much as i cried for that one. the angst *chef's kiss*. i'd do anything to wipe my memory of it and watch it again for the first time.

also sungchan is mc-ing in inkigayo every sunday! and honestly, what the hell is nct hollywood :D but a part of me thinks it's just going to be a bunch of asians living in america like johnny that'll be a part of it. just a hunch tho. imagine having all 4 units coming back in a year with like 1 unit per quarter of the year. i'm not sure if sm even has the money to do this, especially when they filed bankruptcy recently.

and i've seen a lot of twitter memes saying taro's ghosted stans T_T alexa play ghosting by txt T_T sm come on give him smth to do, you're wasting talent.

the mall didn't burn down entirely (like from the outside it looked fine). the ventilation system caught fire so it was more internal—ceilings and all that. covered things with soot(?) and ashes so the entire mall was closed for nearly 2 years. and hey, i've experienced a school fire too back when i was younger. i, too, thought it was nothing but a fire drill until i saw the charred remains of the buildings behind our school : D thankfully, no one died.

the new nct track is for a samsung commercial AHAHA it's funny because nearly everyone uses apple TT_TT and the mv screams neo culture tech tho (well as it should lmao). yes, i was talking about that part in hot sauce but yes, it grew on me too.

ateez really know how to do a performance. they put the standard so high for me when it came to performing. their facial expressions and overall stage presence just impresses me. it's been a while since i've seen idols draw me to them by those standards.

ah, the long stan list! good luck in getting through it and i hope you do have fun as you go :] (also you can check out aurora by ateez and whiplash by tbz. the songs popped up in my head as i was typing this reply, you might like them)

ohhhh, what was the pd48 scandal? i don't watch survival shows so i don't know any of the stuff going on. would you care to elaborate? about their disbandment :(( i hope you're okay now tho! are the other girls still debuting in new groups? anyone eyeing an acting career instead of being an idol?

YES, A PATTERN IN THE BIASES (if you count an analysis of two ppl as a pattern, that is.) because it's the same pattern i have for my biaswreckers :D jake & seungmin, not only do they have the same animal to represent them, they have the same 'golden retriever' type of personality that just makes you go all soft. ygwim ;n; i wish i could elaborate but both boys just devastate me in the same level and my friends pointed out that they were quite similar in some aspects.

jaemin used to send really long bbl messages :< like if there was anything he loved most it was nctzens and it was obv in his messages. speaking of dream, album repackage news today! idk what to feel bc my hot sauce albums haven't even arrived yet :D + i'm dead br0ke.

how do you even manage to read 30k TT__TT i cant handle long fics bc of my attention span :D also, yes, i found the user now, i'll check if i'll like their works soon. <33

YES YOU SHOULDVE BEEN THERE T_T what a day that was. i think seungmin is still sweet and active in bbl. not a single cent goes to waste with him. also i think i'll post the drabble some time this month.

and oml seungmin vs jake :o let's see how that goes O.O XDD

clickity-clackity AHAH do you have a mechanical keyboard? :c i wanted one too but i haven't got around to saving up for one. but yes indeed, typing asmr v relaxing \m/

sunny hyuck day, fullsun sunday, fullsunday T_T feels were very strong that day. i kept seeing edits on my twt tl and i would just s o b : D i've only stanned nct for a year but i've seen him grow so much i just wanted to crie i love him sm :') yk my mom didn't cook spaghetti for my birthday, but she cooked for hyuck's? : D

and i checked ur recs blog and indeed, full of nct T_T

also have i mentioned that your desktop thing amuses me so much HAHAH i got confused for a sec if i had twt opened or tumblr. plus, i've been wanting to mention that i noticed that our mobile themes are opposites. black and red, white and blue. it's cute XDD <3

help, people have been telling me that our asks are long but i highkey love it. i added a ‘keep reading’ for the mobile users though, sorry in advance hh.

honestly, both works. tiny font saves space but regular font does more justice for my poor eyes haha. its your call!

hybe comebacks :( yeah enhypen got lucky because they came back right before cb season so they got three wins (yay)! on the bright side, txt just got their first win and bts has six wins, so it all works out i guess. omg yes, the streaming thing is perfect. i stan like 20 groups so i have a never-ending cycle of filler mvs and its always so helpful. ooh for the final performances - you wont regret watching any of them! literally wild, kingdom's budget and talent are wild.

ooh, I don't watch any cdramas lmao. i want to but i can barely finish kdramas. if its a movie ill watch it! ive never heard of more than blue but ill check it out <3 where can i watch it?

yes yes i have just realized that sungchan is yujin's co-mc! i watched their special stage (which is literally adorable) and was today years old when i realized that the dude is sungchan pls. nct hollywood was so unexpected and i still have mixed feelings about it now. LMAO JUST ASIANS LIVING IN AMERICA...help. that would be interesting (?) but the concept reminds me of those horrendous awesomeness tv shows. lets hope sm pulls this off well and proves me wrong. lmao all 4 units coming back would probably happen, but i hope none of them get overworked :( i constantly feel like mork lee has four clones :'( also...sm filed bankcruptcy??? dang, what happened?

ugh omg yeah shotaros talent is seriously being wasted in the basement right now. as for fires, scary T-T i wasnt that fazed by them until the australia wildfires happened, and i learned about the consequences of fire and got really scared. its good that the entire mall didnt burn down though! although its weird that no one is opening it :( schools really need to tell us the difference between drills though, it might be dangerous for those rebellious kids.

yeah i just realized that the nct track is an endorsement which partly explains why i cant listen to it. the mv's visuals are stunning!! the set and people are so gorgeous aa i cant

oh yeah im not an atiny but i have acknowledged since 2020 that they have one of the best, if not the best stage presence and expressions on stage for 4th gen. i think their only worthy competitor would be stray kids actually. theyre truly one of a kind and all of them are cute especially that yeosang guy. i will definitely check out your song recommendations though!

oof the pd48 scandal is extremely complicated. to condense it in a few statements: all of the girls' rankings have been rigged since the very beginning and it was rumored that they already had their end group before the show even started. it was like this for pf48 and pdx101 (group x1) which was why x1 disbanded within a month of debuting, and izone were on hiatus for like 4 months. im not the best at explaining stuff like this haha, but i think you get it. you can check out yt or search up 'pd48 scandal', a ton of articles and videos. as for new groups, nothing has been made clear yet. theyve only made instagram handles for now and appeared on variety shows haha. as for acting career, hyewon was supposed to do acting but was forced to join pd48 so maybe she'll continue acting afterwards? nothing is confirmed yet!

lmao two similarities, its okay it counts. ah, true, i can see their similarities now that youve mentioned it, as well as how jeno is kind of like that. however, i am currently attached to jaemin so we'll see what happens from there hehe. i swerve easily.

jaemin on bubble grr, that would be a whole experience. from the bare minimum of vidoes ive seen for him wbk jaemin is so whipped for czennies. ah yes repackage! i saw the post on instagram and went to the comments to see everything screaming ‘iM bROke!’ and it was lowkey hilarious lmao. kpop is really trying to suck our money T-T.

ope the longest fic ive read is like...40k words i think? and it was by jeonginks. ill read anything eiko produces lmao, theres always so much substance in her work. ooh, tell me what you think of luvdsc’s stuff, i just finished binging their entire masterlist lmao.

seungmin vs jake yeah, i havent been catching up on skz enha content because im still obsessing over the dreamies but when that saga is over then im going to focus on my ults lmao (which might include dream soon, hehe).

yes yes i have a mechanical bluetooth keyboard that i use to connect to my computer! it literally sounds amazing lmao, its only 10am here but i feel like im going to doze off from the clickity clackitys already. i cant wait for you to get one! tell me when you do, we can match hehe.

hyuck is an aodrable brat please. hes like the best comedian of nct at this point, so hilarious and filled with variety i love him. he rose up my bias list pretty fast too. LMAO YOUR MOM IS SO COOL I LOVE HER ALREADY. if only my mom would cook for my ults’ borndays.

yes my rec blog is a mess right now, ill organize it soon haha.

omg thank you and yes my website theme is one-of-a-kind. even i get confused when i open it or edit it, and i constantly get comments about it. also i just realized our opposing theme colors and i love it! its adorable.

#long post #also im listening to love song right now haha i love it so much #also sorry for not answering yesterday hhh i got busy last night #「 asks 」#moots — [♡] ;#toffee — [♡] ;#neo-shitty

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Headbangers Con Survival Guide

What’s shakin folks? Anthony here again with another killer review coming to you from the FIRST EVER HEADBANGERS CON. Did you say Con? Yes, that is not a misprint. On the evening of November 9th Chris 51 and his crew of metal heads hit the Bossanova Ballroom with one thing on their minds…..METAL. Not only was it successful, but this guy is still feeling the high of being in a room with so many great musicians and people. Never in my existence did I ever think idbe chatting with some of the industry’s leading musicians and some of the greats as well. People like David Ellefson, Dirk Verbeuren from MEGADEATH! Aaron Patrick from All That Remains, Carla & Heidi of the Butcher Babies, Morgan Rose of Sevendust, Corey Glover from Living Color and of course we can not forget our gracious host Chris 51.

You know though for my first time having the pleasure to doing an event like this it went amazingly well. So as the night started to wind down we got a performance from the one and ONLY STRYPER! Man, these guys can still kick a beat and hold their own. Tonight, will always be one of the greatest nights of my life. One of my favorite moments about tonight. I look over in the corner because I was looking around for shots and photo ops, and I noticed Dirk Verbeuren with his head down and drawing on something, so I wanted to be nosy and walked over and started talking to this lovely young woman named Elizabeth Engel from a non-profit organization called RYFO. They help struggling musicians. She had asked Dirk to draw her a T-Shirt design for her organization and he didn’t even hesitate and did it on the spot. That totally blew me away, here he is supposed to be partaking on the festivities but decides to help this organization out. I got fucking goose bumps. Don’t believe me see the pics. Dirk again you are a hell of a drummer and human being, thank you. But I also believe that tonight I was apart of METAL HISTORY! When im wheeling my old ass in a wheelchair going to the 25th annual Headbangers con and its my 25th then I will reference this article and I will rest my case! so tonight I say good day and ill have more tomorrow

Sometimes you can’t help but be a bit giddy. Start to ask yourself who are you going to meet today? What am I going to do? First I’m going to sit in and hear some stories from Eddie Ojeda of Twisted Sister. Did you know that when Twisted Sister first got signed not only were they signed to a UK label, but people thought they were from Europe? Wow, I had no idea. Also, Eddie has a line of Twisted Hot Sauces, that are amazing, so I bought three. I walked around and went over to the exhibit hall to check out the merch booths. Then I went back for the Butcher Babies Heidi and Carla. I bet you didn’t know that one of Heidi’s influences is Slipknot well specifically Corey Taylor and her favorite song is the New National Fucking Anthem SURFACING!!! One of my personal favorites as well. Then Carla is a grief counselor and she is a big fan of the immortal PANTERA! As the day wrapped up from elbowing with Rock Gods, Chris 51 had some special entertainment planned. Hyro The Hero and Soil. To be honest I think Portland is still ringing from that show. As you go to a Con or an event that spans over a couple days you can’t help but wonder what you missed or what you lucked out of. Between panels and signing’s, it can be overwhelming. So, I suggest you find a map or the list of events and plan your weekend. Sunday was here and well I didn’t want it to end, its like that favorite moment that you want to live over and over again. Today I was going to sit in on the Burton C Bell panel well because I like Fear Factory. Jose Mangin our host took the stage. I learned a lot about Burton and Fear Factory. Did you know that their name was taken from a Demo tape they got in Europe? One of their first gigs was in a back yard and Dino kept getting shocked because they weren’t grounded properly. Then we sang Happy Birthday to the one and only David Ellefson. As the day closes and the con is packing up you can’t help but feel saddened and a bit down. So, I got to get a book signed by David Ellefson, and I got a post card signed by Derek Riggs the creator of Iron Maiden’s Eddie. Plus, I don’t know if you all know this, but I am a huge star wars nut and bought a really cool book. I wanted to also see what some of these great artists had to say about headbangers con.

Carla Harvey (Butcher Babies)

EE: Just out of curiosity would you do another Headbangers Con

Carla: Oh of course its been a blast it’s very impressive for the first year for the first Head Bangers Con. I think these kind of things should be a staple everywhere around the country don’t you?

EE: I totally agree

EE: Now, would you change anything?

Carla: Would I change anything, I think this is a great example of what a Head Bangers con should be. There’s nothing that I would change, really nothing. There are so many great people here, the fans have all been awesome and the vendors as well. Maybe have them all in one room so we don’t have to walk around as much.

EE: Was it overwhelming to be in the room with so many of the greats like Burton C Bell, David Ellefson?

Carla: WE have been lucky enough to be in the business for over a decade now and a lot of these people we idolized in our youth have become friends over the years, this is more like a family reunion than anything.

EE: Now I have one important question for you sir, would you attend another Head Bangers Con? (Ron Keel)

RK: I would do it in a heartbeat this has been a fantastic event I’m really glad to be apart of it, and um we have made some new friends seen some old friends and just keep this thing going if Chris Fitty One wants me back for Con number 2 ill be there!

EE: Are you having a good time?

RK: I am absolutely having a blast loving the Rock Star treatment. And a great event for the fans and artists as well!

Nathan Hunt (Shamans Harvest)

EE: how are you doing this morning?

NH: Well I need a lot of coffee especially after last night….

EE: I bet its been a wild weekend.

EE: So the major question is would you do another Head Bangers Con?

NH: Fuck yeah!

EE: Tell me a little bit about your experience this weekend?

NH: Anytime your around like-minded people you know that passion for music it’s always going to be a good weekend.

EE: does it feel like a family reunion?

NH: yes its definitely got that family reunion vibe we all got fucked up Friday, and I chilled yesterday and ordered pizza.

EE: Are you having a good time?

NH: Most definitely I am, learning a lot of shit, with Jose on the stage grinding away.

Davey Grahs (POP EVIL)

EE: The million dollar question is, would you be apart of another Head Bangers Con?

DG: OH Hell yeah, hell yeah this has been great!

EE: What is your thoughts on the concept of having a con for metal heads like us?

DG: I love it I don’t know why we haven’t had anything like this before or sooner

EE: What’s next for Pop Evil

DG: well we have a Canadian tour kicking off next week, then a US run and end it in Europe.

Dirk Verbeuren (MEGADEATH)

EE: Curious, would you be apart of another Head Bangers Con?

DV: absolutely I would this has been a total blast, and ah I think it will only get better since this is the first edition after all.

EE: Where do you think the next location will be?

DV: I am rooting for Los Angeles because it is closer to my house and I like sleeping in my own bed. Lol no I think L.A would be a be a better place because there are a lot of conventions there and its very busy there is a lot of people in the metal scene that would definitely dig things like this so.

Jose Mangin (Sirius Xm Radio)

EE: So Would you be involved with another Head Bangers Con?

JM: Oh My God of course that is a no brainer, I would never miss something that’s as cool as a gathering of us metal fans and to able to help be a leader for it, a voice for it, it’s an honor to be here. If I saw one dude wearing a metal shirt that’s all I need, but I see a ton of people with big hearts for metal ill never miss this again.

EE: You have done panels for the last two days, right at this moment what is your favorite so far?

JM: I mean dude, Megadeath is one of my all time favorite bands and just always talking to someone of his stature (David Ellefson) it freaks me out because I have been such a long time fan.

EE: Do you still get the giggles when you do interviews?

JM: Always , Always I never take this job, this position this life I have for granted it’s a huge responsibility. But First and foremost I am a FAN.

EE: One last question What would you tell Chris 51 right now?

JM: Dude, I would say thank you for getting all of us head bangers together. Thank you and lets do it again!

Corey Glover (Living Color)

EE: Would you do another Con like this?

CG: Absolutely in a heartbeat I would do it tomorrow, yeah this is fun this is great.

EE: Do you think this is going to open bigger doors and open people’s eyes?

CG: I do I think that as a band, to connect to your audience and the people who appreciate what you do is hard to do at a show, if your really working you only have about a half an hour to meet and greet your fans but its only hi and that’s it. This I get you talk to people all day and that we don’t get to do on a daily basis. Plus the fans can ask specific questions that you don’t get the opportunity to ask at a meet and greet. It like what kind of pick are you using why did you do this instead of that. That is when I feel more connected to my fans.

Burton C Bell (Fear Factory)

EE: Would you do another metal Con and Why

BB: Yes and because its FUCKING FUN AS HELL!

EE: is there anything that really stood out for you this weekend?

BB: Umm just the Family vibe

EE: I have been hearing that a lot from people

BB: and that’s what this is it’s a celebration of the genre intrinsically even if you are a musician or not.

Then I got to see the new Fear Factory album cover…. He hehe…..

This last weekend was not only the time of my life but I have to say very eye-opening. From all the Vendors like The Star Wars Store, Rogue Toys, Period Panties, Terasyne Amps, ROCKSTAR clothing, Morbid Empire, Metal Yoga, Paradise Harley Davidson, Rose City Vapors, and all the tattoo artists. I can’t forget to mention Toxic Zombie, Cryptamnesia, M.I.R.P, YesterdazeNews Bob Williams Photography you my friend my hats off. You all made me feel very welcome into the fold and I can not wait to shoot side by side and work with you all again. Plus Jose Mangin from Sirius Xm Radio. Brother never lose that passion, I love listening to you on the radio and enjoyed watching you on stage during the panels.

This weekend couldn’t have been possible if it wasn’t for the great works by Chris 51 and Morgan Rose. You two started a domino effect that will hopefully last for generations. You gave the metal fans a place where we can be as one and feel like we are family.

Chris and Morgan, I personally can not thank you enough for showing this world what metal is and is always going to be. I am anxiously waiting for the news of the next one.

So guys that’s all I am going to say, if you missed out on all the wonderful panels, and your favorite artists. I am truly sorry you missed a HEAD BANGING WEEKEND!!

Thanks again for reading and enjoying what I had to say

Remember Keep it real and keep it METAL!

I’ll catch you on the flipside!

HeadBangers Con Portland 2018 Review Headbangers Con Survival Guide What’s shakin folks? Anthony here again with another killer review coming to you from the FIRST EVER HEADBANGERS CON.

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