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HL Fic Library 🌲 Stuck in a Cabin Fics

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🌲 Snow by Septic_Styles {M, 70k}

The snow was packed high, completely covering the doorway. Louis reached out to touch it but Harry pulled his arm back in.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"It's snow, Harry, not some creature from Mars." Louis rolled his eyes and pressed his index finger to it. It wasn't soft, it was firm and had an almost crunchy texture like the freezing temperature had turned it into ice as the night passed on. It had been sitting there for some time. "Yeah, just as I suspected," Louis said, closing the front door.

"What?"

"We're fucked."

Louis is set to travel thirteen hours up the country to stay with his family at a holiday rental in Edinburgh for Christmas, but when he makes an overnight stop at his cabin in the woods in the Lake District, an unexpected, unlikely face - which Louis has spent all of his teenager and most of his adult years resenting - comes knocking, seeking for help.

Little did they know that the heaviest snowfall England had ever seen would snow the two foes in for a week...

🌲 To the Ends of the Earth by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci {M, 68k}

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

🌲Take on Me by @haztobegood {E, 60k}

Actor Harry Styles is preparing for his next leadi ng role as Antonius the Gladiator with the help of Louis Tomlinson, Hollywood’s top stunt coordinator. When the demands of Harry’s career get in the way of their training, the pair head to a secluded cabin to complete their training. Then, Louis begins to share senses with Harry. What is causing this mysterious connection and can Louis and Harry figure out how to stop it before they leave the cabin?

🌲 Warming Up to You by @youreyesonlarry {E, 56k}

“I feel you,” Harry nods along as he zips his bag open, carefully pulling out his fancy looking camera before pressing a button to turn it on. “I love taking pictures for a number of reasons, but I think the best part of the whole thing is that I’m able to go through my older pictures and have all these memories from those moments come back to me.”

He puts the camera against his eye and points at Louis, and before the shorter one can even react, he hears a ‘click’, and Harry’s smiling down at the screen of his camera.

“And I don't think I want to forget about the day I got stranded in a cabin with a pretty stranger,” he finishes off.

Prompt 111: Louis and Harry are strangers that somehow got stranded during a blizzard. They find themselves in an abandoned cabin and have to cuddle for warmth. Cuddling leads to much more.

🌲 Cabin Fever by @germericangirl {E, 46k}

“What the fuck is he doing here?“ He asked still looking at him, before he turned back to look at Niall for an answer.

Niall’s mouth fell open and he looked at him with wide eyes "He um changed his mind?“

Harry stared at Niall for a few seconds in silence, before grabbing a bag and walking towards a bedroom without looking at anyone else, slamming the door shut behind himself.

Liam flinched in front of Louis.

“Well I’m happy to see you too.“ Louis mumbled, some of the tension leaving his body. This wasn’t exactly how he thought their first meeting would go. It was quiet for a moment before Louis finally spoke up “Did you seriously not tell him I was coming?“

Or: One cabin, one bed, two ex-boyfriends. What could possibly go wrong?

🌲 Snow Job by @duchesskitty16 {E, 42k}

Harry is a world famous rock star who is closeted and never gives interviews. Louis is a failed novelist and reporter for a gossip magazine that has fallen on hard times. Louis is promised a promotion if he can get the ultimate get - an interview with Harry Styles. Louis finds out that Harry has a mountain cabin near where his friends Zayn and Niall live and heads up to try and meet him. In a twist of fate, Louis has an accident and Harry saves him. Will Louis get his story, or will the fact that he's falling in love change things? Will Harry forgive him when he finds out Louis is lying to him? Will Harry find the courage to come out of the closet and finally be happy?

🌲 too much, but it’s enough by @ohpleaselarry {E, 40k}

There are about a thousand things Louis wishes he could go back in time and fix. A thousand things, and nearly all of them include Harry.

There are the more simple things, like showing him more support, telling him it’s okay to be himself, gently reminding him that a condom in his pocket is rather obvious in skinny jeans, but if he could just choose one thing, just one to change, he’d probably just have told the lad he loves him.

Always has. And always will.

🌲 Something As Simple As This by frenchkiss {E, 34k}

Trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere after a blizzard derails Louis from getting home, he and the attractive stranger who owns the place have nothing to do but... well, each other. It would be a real shame if feelings got in the way, and even more of a shame if a secret about this stranger's identity turned both their lives upside down and inside out.

🌲 Etched in Salt (is a cathedral of the world) by @helloamhere {E, 24k}

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

🌲 you’re the habit that i can’t break by @ohpleaselarry {NR, 24k}

The boys decide to have a belated band reunion, just the five of them. One week, one cabin in the mountains, five boys.

Harry and Louis haven’t spoken sober in a year.

🌲 An Aurora Grove Christmas by @dandelionfairies {T, 17k}

Harry gets lost on his way to St. Louis. The roads are horrid because of the snow and he ends up spinning into a ditch. Lucky for him, he finds a cabin nearby, as well as a cute blue-eyed man who immediately helps him. Unfortunately, his car is stuck for the night, but at least he has a place to stay with Louis. With the snow continuing to fall and another storm front coming through, will he ever make it out of Aurora Grove? Does he even want to?

🌲 The fic where Harry calls Louis an idiot for ten days straight because he is one. by @mercurial-madhouse {M, 16k}

They’ve found the perfect get away from their busy lives as nationally-famous footie player and well-respected restaurant critic, escaping to the isolation of a cabin in the woods where they can simply be Louis and Harry.

If only both were actually here.

A gift forgotten in London, the untameable force of the weather, and the scent of burnt snickerdoodle biscuits find Harry and Clifford pitifully alone and Louis... Where is Louis?

🌲 Darling, Just Hold My Hand by likelarry {E, 10k}

Louis and Harry decide to spend a week at a skii resort with their families during the Christmas holidays.

On Christmas night, Harry goes into labor but the family gets snowed in which forces him to give birth in the cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Luckily, his husband is a surgeon who can help.

🌲 heaps of blankets by gemma {E, 7k}

You know when you and the one you love go for a not-so-adventurous adventure? And you do everything that's crazy, everything you want and just enjoy each other's company? That's Harry's plan when he rents a cabin at a resort in the mountains for him and Louis.

🌲 Orchids by talasArchivesx / @talasarchive {M, 7k}

“Do you find me sensible yet?” Twenty-two letters and six words, yet it lingers on Louis’ mind like an old song playing from a worn cassette. Such a memory holds so much significance it visits Louis’ mind every unsuspecting moment.

The words are a dreamy reminder of such precious seconds of his life.

A story about losing against the drifting tide, and finally coming home; featuring a cabin, winter blizzard and “one bed”.

🌲 Let It Snow by @jaerie {E, 6k}

With a blizzard approaching, Louis planned to spend his birthday with a drink and a good book. In his self exile at his remote cabin, he never expected a poorly dressed stranger to show up shivering and covered in snow. He also didn’t expect to have one of his best birthdays on record.

🌲 wish i knew how to break this spell by eleadore {E, 6k}

Maybe it should be more of a surprise to open the door and find Harry wrapped up in about a dozen blankets, face pink from the cold and soft from sleep. It isn’t.

Harry, Louis, and a cabin. It's cold outside.

🌲 Strange Trails by bananazine {G, 4k}

After one of Harry Style's third-years lost their favourite hat on a class hike, Harry goes back the next day to retrieve it. To his demise, a downpour of rain strikes, forcing him to search for shelter. He runs without a stop towards the nearest clearing and his prayers get answered when he sees an old hunting cabin. With trepidation slowing his steps, he finally makes it towards the presumably vacant cabin. Though, to be polite, he knocks, only to be faced by the bluest eyes he has ever seen.

🌲 (not) driving home for christmas by BeautifulWisdom / @justanotherghostblr {T, 3k}

Spending the holidays alone at his cabin, driving through a snowstorm Harry hits an animal. He takes the large dog back to his cabin to see if he can keep it alive until the storm breaks and he can get to a vet. Colour him surprised and woefully unprepared when said dog turns into a very bloody and very naked man.

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girlwiththenegantattoo · 2 years

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Dare

Have you ever gone to do something and everybody and their mother decides to pitch up? That was me today after work, while trying to finish this drabble. So if it feels rushed or jumbled up that's why. Thanks to those that have read and kudos/comments are the highlights of my day.

Warnings: mention of sexual acts but nothing in great detail

None of this was part of the dare, but none of that really mattered.

A wicked smile crossed her lips from the way his knee met the underside of the table, rattling the dishes on top. All she decided to do was remove her heels and run her foot up his calf. She chose to sit at THAT table, the one with the 6'4 man that had blue eyes. She chose the man that stuck out the most to her on that warm summer night.

As she counted, he had taken 3 big gulps of his water. He tried desperately to stay still in his chair. Although they were in the back of the restaurant, the tablecloth covered much too little for his liking. That fact alone had made him think they might as well been front and center. With her foot creeping higher, she reveled in the efforts he put into keeping a neutral face. The pink in his cheeks and clearing of his throat would have pique anyone’s curiosity had they been paying attention.

It wasn't part of the dare to run her toes past his knee or to continue up to his inner thigh. But how could she stop when he just let out the sweetest whine. She would have stopped immediately; had he shown or voiced his discontent. But he was so responsive and so caught up in the moment it was hard for her to quit.

Like a rug being pulled out from under him, she stopped just shy of his aching erection. Bringing her foot back down to the floor she coyly asked,

"My place or yours?"

It took him a minute to catch up to what was happening, when it finally clicked, he frantically waved down his waiter. He may had been slow at that moment, but the man was smart. He’d do anything she wanted at the drop of a hat.

It definitely wasn't part of the dare to get a cab ride home with him. By now she was already in way too deep. It was in the cute little way he tried to calm himself down to stand from the table. The way in which he hustled to reach the doors before her. He reminded her of a boy that wanted to show off his etiquette he learned in school that day. That boy being a well-mannered man of course.

All flushed faced and happy tone, he went on about the city during the taxi ride to her place. She may had told him she was new here, but it was just to break the ice. When they arrived, he followed her with giddiness up the flights of stairs, none of which was part of the dare. There had been no rules that said he had to cross the threshold of her apartment, yet here they both were. Her door softly shut, and everything went still. Her own heartbeat was all she heard.

He was nothing but fervent hands and soft lips when he was the one to make the first move. He’d kissed her mouth then her cheek while delicately running his fingers down her neck. As his kisses began to get deeper, he took her bottom lip between his teeth. She groaned and a string of heartfelt sorries quickly flowed from his beautiful lips. He had the tendency to get overzealous at times, something he desperately wanted to fix. Drawing back he studied her face; he was excepting to see a look of disgust. Instead, he found a tender smile and heard the words its ok.

She felt it was her turn to show him some affection. The look in his eyes when she pushed him down on the bed gave her the biggest thrill. She undid the button of his shirt and kissed her way down to his waist. A teasing hand and questioning look was what she gave him next. It wasn’t part of the dare to unfasten his belt. Neither was undoing and removing his pants.

The way she made him feel was like a dream come true. So attentive and in tune with him, like she knew what made him tick. They shared moans and goosebumps together as their chest rose and fell out of sync. He had pulled noises from her that she had never made. She had pulled phrases from him that he had never gotten to speak. When she had started this whole thing there wasn’t a plan that she had laid out. As they recovered from their highs, she realized that none of that had really mattered in the end, anyways. The dare was only to get a guy’s number however, getting Jeb between her legs had been a lot more fun.

#hamish linklater #jeb magruder #haimgruder #hot jeb summer #drabble

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Author Spotlight: falsegoodnight

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before we knew

Words: 39k

��C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

sleeping on our problems

Words: 67k

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down.

There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word.

His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

my love’s not simple (it’s fragile)

Words: 27k

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asks. “My shift ends at 7 but we can go for dinner at 8.”

Louis is silent for a few seconds and then, “Like… on a date?”Harry swallows thickly. He hasn’t done this in years, hasn’t ever wanted to. “Yeah.”

He’s worried he’s misread things but then Louis raises his head to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Yeah,” he says easily. “Sure.”

Tension leaves his body swiftly. “Are you sure?” asks Harry. “I know we’re both so busy but I can’t not try with you, Lou.”

“Neither can I,” says Louis. “I think we can figure it out. I care about you a lot Harry. We’ve known each other for a week, but I already like you so much.”

Or Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

Part 1 of this lovesick feeling

there’s nothing like it (nothing at all)

Words: 15k

His hands are outstretched on the mattress like he’s reaching out for something, reaching out for Harry. It makes his heart swell, almost bursting with affection and love. He only waits a bit longer before reaching over to turn off the light and pulling Louis to his chest, smiling when the omega immediately sighs in contentment, nuzzling into his skin happily.

Tomorrow, he tells himself. Tomorrow, they’ll talk about it.

Or, Harry isn’t ready for things to change, and the end is just the beginning.

Part 2 of this lovesick feeling

bruise you like a peach

Words: 40k

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

Alternatively titled 'the peach fic.'

Part 1 of peach

thinking about peaches

Words: 23k

Eight smutty drabbles following the events of bruise you like a peach.

Part 2 of peach

Don’t Let It (Me) Break

Words: 168k

"You broke up with him more than two years ago Lou, don't you think this has gone on too long?"

No. He couldn't just let him go. He couldn't end this painful cycle of remembering and longing but never having.

"It's more complicated than that."

"You still sleep in his sweaters."

"They're comfortable!"

Yup, everything is fucking great.

Or the one where Harry is oblivious, Louis is broken, Zayn and Liam are in love, Gemma and Lottie are lovely, and Niall is just waiting for everyone to get their shit together.

Oh, and it's all Malcolm's fault

in a world alone

Words: 50k

Harry’s breath catches as the glow grows bigger and bigger until he’s squinting his eyes and blinking at the sudden intense brightness. He closes his eyes, rubbing at them helplessly. When his eyes open again- he gasps, grip loosening on his bow as he gawks at the sight before him.

Because the swan is gone.

And in its place is the prettiest omega Harry has ever seen.

A Swan Lake AU

give me love

Words: 41k

Despite being an omega, Louis’ always had a blatant dislike of alphas.

Or, Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

(co-author: soldouthaz)

call you mine

Words: 12k

“I have a request.”

That’s what Louis Tomlinson says to Harry when he opens the front door a bit too aggressively. The latter feels justified after a round of annoyingly incessant knocking that was much too loud in the drowsy sludge of early Saturday morning.

“Zayn’s asleep,” is Harry’s tired, hoarse reply, irritation prickling at his skin. Less than a minute ago he was in bed, feeling perfectly content sprawled out on the mattress with the chilled air from the fan cool against his bare skin. And now he’s leaning up against the wooden door frame in nothing but his briefs because Zayn’s best mate decided that showing up unannounced at seven in the fucking morning was a brilliant idea.

“I’m not here for him,” says Louis curtly.

Or, Louis’ curious about how it feels to be bitten. Harry’s going to need more than just one bite.

Part 1 of love bites

at your fingertips

Words: 27k

He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

move so pretty (you’re all i see)

Words: 10k

Harry’s pretty content with his life. He loves his job- a veterinarian at a local clinic who’s already built up a name for himself despite his young age. He loves his gorgeous flat with its wide, open space and minimalistic, yet still homey feel. He loves his family who he talks to and visits as much as possible, not bothered by the long hours of driving to Holmes Chapel from London he endures multiple times a month. He loves his friends and his coworkers and his neighbors- especially Allison, the little old lady next door who brings him and Louis cookies on holidays and who always comments on how “strong and handsome you are, Mr. Styles,” everytime he sees her.

And most importantly, he loves Louis, just- maybe in a slightly different way.

words like a charm

Words: 18k

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

#faaw #author spotlight #falsegoodnight #fic rec #hljournal #hlcreators #larry fanfiction

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Undercover - Chapter 18 (A LokixRaven AU)

Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.

This fic is pretty much porn and with this AU Raven and Loki have no previous history.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. This is the final chapter, thanks to everyone that reblogged and left kudos and comments.

Warnings: Language, Major feels, Major angst, Threats, Language

Chapter 18

Loki’s P.O.V

Betrayal, something I was all too familiar with. Something that I never thought would happen again, and yet I had been stupid enough to pour my heart and soul out to a woman who never even loved me in the first place. The God of lies had been lied to again. I’d lost everything again. And how pathetic of me to let a Midgardian get the better of me. After everything, I should have been more careful. Now I’d lost everything once more. It would only be a matter of time before they found a way to contact Asgard for my formal arrest. Dragging me back to Odin was the ultimate humiliation. I’d spend the rest of my days in a cage and with my doubled life expectancy I’d eventually be envious of Midgardian.

Stark had thrown plenty of taunts and sarcastic comments my way during the journey. Most of which I had been able to ignore. It was very clear he hadn’t changed since our first encounter. Romanoff glared at me for the journey whilst Rodgers busied himself with minor jobs. This time they had learnt from their previous mistake and kept the shackles around my wrists. After getting myself comfortable, Fury came to gloat. None of their words and taunts could hurt me, not now. I was admitting defeat. They were probably all laughing at me for being so stupid. I knew I was stupid. Stupid in thinking someone could love me. And what was more stupid was that I still loved her, even after her betrayal.

Maybe a part of me was in denial. Maybe a part of me thought that maybe it hadn’t all been a lie. She had given me the opportunity to run, but that was likely to save herself. Every time I thought of a reason, she might still love me, I quickly dismissed it with logical reasoning. It had been her job to make me fall for her and trust her. She had succeeded and was probably now laughing at me with the remaining Avengers. My fists clenched at the thought. I should kill her. She deserved so much pain for what she had done. But would I be able to bring myself to it?

Later, the door opened, and I mentally prepared myself for whatever taunt Shield had prepared for me. Only they’d sent the cruellest taunt. Raven hesitantly entered the room, avoiding my gaze. She was dressed in the skin-tight leather uniform, her hair tied back. Pulling up a chair, she sat down in front of my cell. “So they sent you back for a final joke?” I snarled. Raven met my gaze at this, but there was no sign of amusement on her face. Her eyes were red and looked so sad. As if she’d been crying. “They didn’t send me. I wanted to see you, even with everyone telling me not to,” She responded, her voice small.

This took me by surprise, made my heart leap at the thought that she might really love me. I shook the stupid thought free. She never loved me in the first place, there was nothing I could do or say to make her fall for me now. “Why? Why would you want to see the man you whored yourself out to in order to save the world?” I taunted. Her bottom lip quivered as she fought back tears. I was torn between wanting to hurt her and regretting the words that had come out of my mouth moments ago. “You have every right to be mad at me. What I did was unforgivable. But I wanted you to at least know that I was sorry,” She replied. “Is that what your therapist told you? That an apology would make you feel better regardless of whether I accept it.”

She nodded. “And does it make you feel better?” I asked. “No. Then again, my therapist also told me it wouldn’t be a good idea to see you again.” Getting to my feet, I stalked over to the glass that separated us. Raven shifted uncomfortably in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. “Understand that when I am free of these bonds, I will come for you. You’ll feel so much pain that you’ll beg me to kill you,” I threatened. Raven nodded, taking a deep breath as if she had expected this or she was accepting it. She didn’t seem afraid or angry.

“Any more threats?” She asked, getting to her feet, “I can’t exactly stay here long and chat.” “You know now there’s nothing that will stop me from killing all of them when I’m free. You cannot appeal to my humanity anymore; you took what was left and destroyed it with your lies.” “And you fell for my lies. Is that what pisses you off the most? The God of lies and deception was fooled by little old me?” That was a part of it. Growling, I slammed my fists against the glass. Raven flinched, that bitchy persona cracking for a few seconds. “They have my sceptre, don’t they?” I asked, smiling darkly at her. “They do, but you won’t be getting it.”

“For your sake, you better hope I don’t. You came to me pretending to be my slave, I can make you into my slave once more to do what I wish with you. All that power you possess would be mine. I’d make you kill Stark first, as it would do everyone a favour. Then Rodgers and Fury. And I’d made sure to save Romanoff for last, as the two of you are so close. In a way, I’ll be doing you a favour. Once all this is dealt with, they’d only turn on you, after all you’re the reason Collins is dead. They can’t keep a traitor amongst their ranks, espeshily one that’s already killed so many.” Raven’s face fell at my words. She knew in her heart I could be right. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “I know your only saying this stuff to make it easier. I know that I hurt you and I know there’s nothing I can say that will make you forgive me, but I am sorry Loki,” she replied.

Raven turned and headed for the door. I knew this would likely be our last encounter unless I did or said something. And there was one question that I needed her to answer if I was to find some peace of mind. “Was it real, Raven?” I asked. She paused and turned on her heel, meeting my gaze, “It was. Ever since the night we spent in the gardens. I’d do anything to go back to that night.” So would I. Raven left, the door clicking shut behind her. I didn’t know what hurt more, her loving me or not loving me. It’s not like we could be together now, even if we both wanted to. I wouldn’t be able to trust her, and she wouldn’t give up her life to be with me. I put my head in my hands to hide my tears from the cameras that were likely watching.

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I was unsure of how much time had passed, but it felt like hours. I was starting to wish that I’d listened to Raven and used the tesseract to run. But my arrogance had gotten in the way, as usual. Laying down on the bed, I decided that sleep would be a good way to pass the time. Or not, as a very loud alarm started blaring. Groaning, I sat up, trying to guess what could have set the alarm off. As far as I knew I was the only prisoner, so it couldn’t be to do with any escapees. Perhaps a breach in security, I’m sure Shield had plenty of enemies. I soon got my answer however as Raven burst back into the room panting, looking flushed and carrying the tesseract.

I shouldn’t be surprised she’d betrayed Shield when she’d done the same to me, yet I watched her completely stunned. ”If I open that door and release you from those cuffs, are you going to make good on your threats or will you take my advice from earlier?” She asked. Swallowing down my sarcasm, I raised my hands to show I was no threat. Raven pressed a button on the control panel and the door slid open. I remained where I was, not wanting to make any sudden movements and give her the wrong idea. She approached cautiously, slipping her free hand into her pocket and producing the key to the cuffs.

With a single turn of the key, the cuffs clicked open, and I slipped my wrists free. Raven didn’t hand over the tesseract just yet, however. She had every right to be cautious, I could take it from her and abandon her here. Leave her to a life of imprisonment like she had originally intended for me. But none of that mattered now. This act was proof of her love. Going against those who had given her freedom so that I could have mine. A loud bang at the door made her jump. Finally she offered it to me, keeping her hand on half of it to ensure I didn’t leave her. Placing my hand on the other half, I closed my eyes and thought back to the time we’d spent together and the many places we’d visited.

There was a change instantly. A breeze and the smell of sea air and fresh grass. I opened my eyes to the small cottage we’d stayed at on the Faroe Islands. Raven visibly relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight. She turned her gaze to me and offered me a smile. One that I did not return. Whilst she had given me my freedom, she had also lied to me for a year. I didn’t know what was real about her and what wasn’t. I couldn’t stay here with her when I couldn’t trust her. Perhaps one day I would be able to. “You’ll be safe here for a while, but you’ll have to keep moving so that they don’t find you,” I spoke.

Raven’s eyes filled with tears, “but…I want you, Loki. I want us to be together.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stepped closer to her, cupping her cheek. “I want that too, but I can’t. Not until I can trust you again. I don’t even know what parts of you are real and what was lies,” I explained. “All of it was real. Everything that I told you about my father and my abilities, all of it was real. I promise you.” I wanted to believe her, but I couldn’t be sure. She was going to make this harder than it needed to be, then again goodbyes always were the hardest.

“I need time-“ I began. “But I don’t have the same kind of time that you do. That isn’t fair.” Neither was what she had done. “Raven I bore my heart and soul to you, I told you things that I have told no one else, shown you things that were so personal to me. And then I find out that all of that was a part of your job. I need time,” I insisted. “I killed for you,” she referred to Sif. “Because it would get me to trust you more. You need time as I do. Time to think if I am really what you want.”

“I don’t. I know that I want you. Please, Loki,” she insisted. I took her hands in mine, pressing my lips to her knuckles. “Know that you will always have my heart regardless of what you did. I’ve never loved anyone before you and I will never love another. I will return to you one day,” I confessed. “Promise me.” “I swear it.” And to prove it, I tore off the gold serpent decoration from my shoulder armour strap, giving it to her. Taking it from me, she then pulled me into a kiss. I knew if I didn’t pull away soon, I’d never leave.

Forcing myself to break the kiss, I then stepped out of reach. Raven wiped her eyes, but more tears just replaced the others. “I love you, Loki,” she cried. I nodded, unable to form words with the lump in my throat. Taking hold of the tesseract, I took one last look at her before Raven and the landscape were gone. For a few moments I considered going back, but it just wouldn’t be right. Not yet. But one day. One day I would return to her.

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pebblysand · 3 years

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OF CRYSTAL ROSES (EXTENDED AUTHOR’S NOTE OF CHAPTER VI. OF CASTLES)

-- TO READ THE CHAPTER ITSELF, SEE HERE ON AO3 --

well, well, well. here we are. spoiler alert, gryffindors make plans they don’t stick to, lolz. all the good intentions in the world, i had. study, i said i would. yet, here were find ourselves, eighteen thousand words later. this appears to be how i roll. slept about five hours last night, too, so apologies if i’m slightly non-sensical/rambly. this chapter ought to be sponsored by deliveroo and teapigs tea, a brand of tea that appeared in my local supermarket a few moths ago and that i steadily refused to buy because - can tea really be worth this much? low and behold, once you’ve tried it once, it appears to be addictive. i’ve, while writing this chapter, worked my way through about four packs of their different teas - they are just this good. i have a job interview tomorrow so wish me luck in gaining employment which will hopefully fund my expensive habits.

now, before we get into the nitty gritty of the chapter, itself, i just needed to say this: i cannot thank everyone enough for the incredible response on last chapter. i’d kind of grown accustomed to getting a couple of reviews for each of them and to writing in my little corner of the internet but boy, you guys are bloody legends! i am so overwhelmed with gratitude for everyone who commented, kudo-ed and generally gave love to this fic in general. i really didn’t expect such a response and it’s meant the world to me. i think it’s probably also the reason why i’m posting so early because i kept being like, god, i can’t leave this many people waiting in this cliffhanger hell. i think this chapter ends on a more positive note (although, i’ll let you judge), one that might be more conducive of a few weeks’ wait (more on that below), haha.

this being said, as i explained on here before, i come from very tiny fandoms where basically everyone knows each other and the number of people reading would usually fit in my flat. the fact that over 80 people are now subscribed to this fic just blows my fucking mind. you’re all magnificent and i love you. i try to respond to all the comments so let’s keep chatting if you feel like it (although, no pressure - comment if you want to, but do know that it makes me very happy when you do :)). you’re all fabulous and i wish you all the best!

anyway, spoilers for castles, chapter vi under the cut.

guys, guys, guys, i am so tired. i’ve spent four days editing almost 20,000 words and my brain is fried. but, we are officially at the halfway point of this story, yaaaay!!! my plan, at this point, is that we’ll have six chapters on each side but even if i do end up splitting this one later (more on this below) i’ll end up with seven chapters on each side so either way - yay to the end of act 1!

i think that’s also why i tried to turn this chapter around this quickly. to me, i always kind of saw this fic as having two parts. part 1: the immediate post-war aftermath with the heartache and the love-fast/burn-fast start to harry/ginny. part 2: a slow and actually healthy rebuild of their relationship, and of the world around them. i have genuinely been writing towards that last harry/ginny scene in this chapter for months. it feels like such a relief to finally have that weight off my shoulders. and i actually do think it’ll allow me to focus on study later. act one is finished, and act two can wait a bit, i suppose.

now, obviously, given that i already apologised last time, part of me still wants to apologise for the length of this chapter, even more so, actually. it sits at about 18,000 words which, by nanowrimo’s standards, is over a third of a full book, wtf. yet, you guys also said last time that you didn’t actually mind long chapters, so perhaps i shouldn’t beat myself up too much?

as i said in the a/n, this is a little bit of different set up than chapter v. though. i know exactly where to split this. as you’ve probably seen by now, there’s a very natural split point after harry has his breakdown on the couch with ginny, before Christmas properly "starts." the reason i didn’t split this one there, though is: a) selfish: i needed to get this out. stop working on it. i need to study. when it’s out, i’m not thinking about it anymore. it would have been a bit non sensical to split this just for the sake of it and post two chapters at once, which means i probably would have held onto the second part for another couple of weeks, and fuck that. additionally, b) you may not have noticed this but: the chapter titles rhyme. why did i bring this additional difficulty upon myself, i do not fucking know. especially because i will soon run out of one-word construction materials to draw from, lol. as a result, though, i need an even number of chapters to close out this story and because i’m sort of planning six chapters from now to the end (more on that below) i can’t really split this one right now. like, if i end up with another overlong chapter in the next few months, i probably will take that opportunity and go back and split this one, just for readability. but at this stage, at this stage, because i don’t know how many chapters i’ll have for act two (six or seven), i’m keeping this chapter like this for the time being. i kind of hope i end up with seven chapters on the other side and am able to split this one down the line, but we will see. in the meantime, my most sincere apologies to the folks who read fanfiction before bed and it’s now 4 am by the time you’ve finished this. i’ve been there before, believe me.

from a personal standpoint, though, i have to say, this chapter (compared to the last one) was incredibly easy to write. i think i’d spent so much time imagining and writing these scenes in my head as kind of a culminating point for the first half of the story, that it quite simply poured out. i did have a little bit of an everything is shit crisis yesterday and today, but sure look, that always happens. overall, i am quite happy - i think - with the end result.

now, when i say "easy to write" i mean, technically, easy to find words to write down what was in my head. i do not mean: easy to write on an emotional level. oh boy. i’m generally not a crier. i have been asked, a number of times, by people who said my writing made them cry: do you cry when you write, too? and my answer was always ‘no’. i don’t judge, but i’m just not that kind of person. i know people who cry every day but personally, we are in the middle of a pandemic, my father recently passed away, i’ve lost my job and am studying for an exam my life is pretty dependent upon, and i haven’t cried in months. yet, i swear, there were a couple of times, both writing this and editing it, when i had to step away from the screen because i could feel a lump in my throat. that had never happened to me before. i didn’t, like, bawl or anything but god i felt it. i don’t know if it’s because it’s my first time killing an oc, someone who was really mine but boy. giulia. i kept trying to find ways not to kill her, or apologising to her. to me, she’s tom’s last victim and that really, fucking hurts. if you’re hurting too, i don’t really know what to tell you. i’m sorry, i suppose. her death was needed for … plot purposes, lol. god, i’m the worst haha.

re:harry/ginny: i must say i really like where they end up, at the end of this. i had planned this to a certain extent. i was always under the impression that they would talk over christmas, but not get back together. however, the reason why they weren’t getting back together, in my head, was initially quite different. i initially didn’t have ginny dating someone else. i think i mentioned i was toying with the idea in the a/n for last chapter, but at the time i wasn’t truly sold on it. then, i ended up writing the scene i’d originally planned for them and it didn’t quite fit. what i’d planned, at the time, felt rather ooc for ginny when actually on paper. on the other hand, harry, under my fingertips, kept trying to kiss her and i kept hitting the delete button. i swear, i know it sounds weird to people who might not be writers but sometimes, your characters really do seem to have their own agendas. when i caved, let him kiss her, then the scene took on a different meaning, and, i hope, a better one. i think something clicked there and it feels like a good place for act one to end. obviously, they’ll get back together cause this follows cannon so you know, not much suspense there. it’s more about the how than the what, to me.

re:ginny’s letters: this idea came to me a while ago, actually. i was thinking that they’d need to talk about what happened last year, but i was kind of struggling on the how. having character a tell a story to character b is always a bit difficult, in writing, because it can quickly end up being boring. like, when ginny tells harry about christmas last year and lupin, in this chapter, telling that in dialogue is already rather long an laborious, and it’s overall such a short story. for harry, it’s easy. i’m in his head so he can just say ‘he told her about the hallows’ and the dialogue can be about their reaction, rather than the events itself. but ginny, she needs to share facts, as well as feelings. and doing that through long monologues just didn’t appeal. first, it’s quickly boring and second, it’s also kind of ooc. she’s not giulia, you see.

i did entertain the idea of completely skimming past it. ‘she told him about last year and he was horrified.’ - moving on. but, i don’t know, that didn’t feel quite right either, because i think they need to exchange, and talk, and that just felt like a copout. also, to be honest, it’s a very difficult story to tell. like, i’ve seen people in fics being like ‘so, harry sat down all of the weasleys and told them everything the trio did in seventh year,’ and i’m like that’s so difficult, though. sitting someone down and telling them all about your trauma, with little preamble, just setting it all out there, i can’t imagine ginny (or, frankly, most people) actually doing that, you know? we reveal bits of ourselves bit by bit, not all at once.

then, it hit me: she’s a writer, isn’t she? at least, she is canonically in first year, with not only the diary but also the poems, then writing for the prophet. obviously, the diary thing would have riled her up a bit but i do think in the end, she would probably have been like: no, i won’t let him take writing away from me, you know? so yeah, letters. daily letters. you won’t see all of them in next chapter, but probably quotes from the most important ones, things that harry reads. that’s where he gets his facts about her story last year, and then they can focus on their feelings about it. fab! something to look forward to, haha.

now, re: the future. as i said, we are entering act two. act two will gradually become more "fun" and fluffy, i suppose, but i won’t lie, we will be keeping the same happy/sad vibe that a lot of you have commented on with this fic. it exists for a reason (as i said, life is about sex, but it’s also about funerals). as i said before, this fic is, above all, an exploration of what ‘all was well’ actually means.

this being said, this isn’t an 8th year fic. there is a very specific future pov from which this fic is being narrated, and that’s in october 2027 (i know, precise). obviously i have 28 years to get through in act two so that will affect the way that the timeline is designed. it will obviously be more spread out, especially in the later chapters. this being said, while i have about a million of ideas for all the space in between and a very clear view of what the last chapter will be, the exact layout of each chapter is still slightly blurry. i haven’t sat down to put all my ideas in chronological order yet, as well as into some sort of chapter structure, which is also why i can’t really tell if it’ll be six or seven chapters in the end. all of this to say, there’s still quite a bit of work to be done.

this means that, as i said in the a/n, i don’t think you’ll get next chapter until at least, may. please don’t think that this means i’ll be abandoning this fic or anything, it’s just that i’ll be doing work you probably won’t see. i’m probably going to take the rest of march off writing to study (bar maybe a roar-series Harry&Hermione friendship one shot? maybe) then take april to plan and write as much of the next chapters i possibly can. ideally, by the end of april i can have a first draft of the whole thing. i desperately want to write as much as i can now that I’m jobless in the hopes that when i do find a job (again, interview tomorrow, pray for me), i can just have editing to do at the weekends. but we all know i relate to harry on a very deep level when he says ‘when have our plans ever worked, anyway?’ so we will see, haha.

anyway, these were all the thoughts off the top of my head, re: this chapter. if you have any questions or other things you’d like me to ramble about, feel free to send in questions, my ask box is always open. i know i probably think about this fic (and hp) way too much but i’m an extrovert and my hobbies used to include travelling, pints at the pub, dating and, well, there’s none of that anymore, is there, lol? the uk has stolen our vaccines (fucking brexit) so here’s to being obsessed with fictional worlds i wish i could live in for a while longer,

i will now go and endlessly refresh my email for reviews and kudos, like the attention seeking basic bitch i am haha.

have a fab evening, everyone!

#castles #is out baby #whoop whoop

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bechloeislegit · 4 years

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2019

DAY 17 - SANTA'S DAUGHTER

Prompt from FanFiction User ChrisM92: My idea is inspired by the new movie Noelle that Anna Kendrick just did. [See the end for the full prompt.]

"What do you mean Nick is gone?" Mrs. Kringle asked.

"I mean. Nick. Is. Gone," Beca responded. "No one has seen him around the Pole and no one knows where he is. He took the sleigh."

"This can't be happening," Mrs. Kringle said, pacing around the room. "Your father must be turning in his grave over this."

"What does that mean?" Beca asked. "Turning in his grave?"

Mrs. Kringle stopped and looked at Beca. "It means, he would be upset that this is happening."

"Oh, right," Beca said. "What are we going to do?"

"We aren't going to do anything," Mrs. Kringle said. "You, Rebecca Noelle Kringle, are going to go out and find your brother."

"ME?" Beca yelled her mouth agape. "Why me?"

"You're his sister," Mrs. Kringle replied. "He listens to you. You need to find him and bring him back home. Christmas is a little over a week away and we still have a lot to do."

"How am I supposed to find him? He took the sleigh."

"I don't know, but you'll have to figure out something."

Just then an elf ran into the room. "Santa's sleigh just came back. It was set to auto-pilot. There is no sign of Santa."

The elf ran out with Beca and Mrs. Kringle right behind him. They got to the middle of town and there was Santa's sleigh and all eight reindeer.

Beca rushed to the sleigh and climbed on board. She pushed some buttons and looked at the GPS.

"The last place the sleigh was is Barden, Georgia," Beca told her mother. "That must be where Nick went."

"You know what you must do," Mrs. Kringle said.

Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I'll let the reindeer rest and leave tomorrow."

Beca jumped off the sleigh and looked around at the elves, looking to her for instructions on what to do.

"Unhitch the team and get them fed," Beca said. "Clean up the sleigh and make sure to check everything. I want this sleigh ready to go first thing tomorrow morning."

The elves started rushing around to accomplish their tasks. Mrs. Kringle looked at Beca with a proud smile.

"That was very Santa-ish of you," Mrs. Kringle said. "If you can't convince Nick to come, we may have already found our new Santa."

Beca couldn't say anything; she just stared after her mother as she walked back toward their house.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

"I have something for you," Elf Polly said, waking Beca the next morning.

"If it isn't some hot cocoa with a peppermint stick," Beca mumbled. "I'm not interested."

"Get up!" Polly said, grabbing Beca's foot and pulling her off the bed.

"Really?" Beca asked. "That's how you treat the next possible Santa?"

"Yes, it is," Polly said. "Now put this on."

"Is that my dad's suit?"

"Yes. I altered it to fit you."

"Why?"

"Because you need Santa's magic to help you find Nick and bring him home."

"Can I at least have breakfast first?"

"It's right there," Polly said, pointing out the tray next to Beca's bed.

Beca sat up and looked across the bed. "Thanks," she said and jumped onto the bed to get to the food.

Polly stood patiently waiting as Beca ate. Beca swallowed the last of her cocoa and let out a sigh of contentment.

"Get dressed," Polly said. "Everyone is waiting for you."

Beca took the suit and put it on. It fit her very well. She pulled on her boots and smoothed down the jacket.

"Don't forget this," Polly said, holding out Santa's hat.

"Wouldn't leave home without it," Beca said sarcastically.

Polly left the room and Beca followed. They made it to the sleigh and Beca checked everything before climbing on board. She set the GPS for Barden, Georgia, the last known location of the sleigh before it returned to the North Pole.

"We are a week away from Christmas," Mrs. Kringle told Beca. "You don't have much time to find Nick and get him back here so he can prepare for Christmas night."

"Got it," Beca said. She sang out and looked around. "Hmph." She sang out again and looked around. "Come on, Snow Cone! I can't do this without you!"

Suddenly, around the corner came a small, white reindeer. Snow Cone hopped into the sleigh with Beca and bounced around happily.

"Do you think it wise to take him with you?" Mrs. Kringle asked.

"Barden looks like a small town but it has a lot of places Nick could be," Beca said. "Snow Cone can track Nick."

"Okay," Mrs. Kringle said. "Take good care of him."

"I will," Beca said. She looked down at the tiny reindeer and asked, "Are you ready, Snow Cone?"

Snow Cone bleated and hopped up and down.

"Here goes nothing," Beca said. "Everyone clear?" she asked as she looked around the sleigh.

"All clear," a voice rang out.

"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen," Beca called out, holding onto the reins. "On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen."

The reindeer began to run and soon the sleigh was in the air. Beca smiled as they were on their way.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

"Okay, guys," Beca called out to the reindeer. "We're near Barden and we need to find a place to land and hope no one sees us."

Beca looks down and notices a clear area in some woods and guides the sleigh to it. The landing is a bit bumpy, but all in all, not bad for her first solo run. Beca hops out of the sleigh with Snow Cone at her side. She walks to the front and looks at the team.

"Okay," Beca said. "I'm going to unhitch you so you can graze in this field. But you must stay in this area so we can make a quick getaway when I find Nick. Understand?"

The reindeer looked back at her, eyes blinking.

"I'll take that as you understand," Beca said.

Beca unhitched the team and checked her watch.

"Come on, Snow Cone," Beca said. "Barden is this way."

Beca walked for about half an hour before she came to what appeared to be a college. She stopped and looked around. She knelt next to Snow Cone.

"Okay, Snow Cone," Beca said. "I need you to track Nick. Find his scent. Go ahead."

Snow Cone stuck his nose in the air and started sniffing around. He suddenly started jumping up and down.

"Did you find his scent?" Beca asked and Snow Cone turned in circles. "Great! Lead the way."

Snow Cone took off with Beca following closely behind. They turned a corner and there were people all around.

"Halloween's over, numbnuts," a guy called out to her, laughing.

Beca looked back at the guy and frowned. "Halloween?"

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

A lot of people looked at Beca like she was crazy. A few made some comments; some of which made Beca blush.

It was getting dark and Beca still hadn't found Nick. She was also getting tired.

"Come on, Snow Cone," Beca said. "Let's get back to the sleigh. It's getting late and we need to sleep somewhere."

Beca checked her watch to locate the sleigh. "The sleigh is that way," Beca said, looking down at Snow Cone and pointing in the direction they needed to go.

Beca turned and bumped into someone. She grabbed their arms to keep them from falling.

"Whoa," Beca said. "Are you okay? Sorry about that I didn't see you."

"M'fine," a voice slurred.

Beca looked at the woman closely and couldn't help but smile. She was very pretty.

"Chloe Beale," Beca said, somehow knowing that was the woman's name.

The woman looked at Beca. "Do I know you?"

"Um, no," Beca said. "I'm Beca and I know you. You've been on Santa's Nice List since you were born."

"Is that supposed to be some pick-up line?" Chloe asked. "It's pretty lame although I must give you kudos for wearing the Santa suit to really sell it."

"Sell it?" Beca asked. "Sell what?"

"I have to go," Chloe said and turned to leave, only gravity had other ideas and she fell to the ground.

Beca rushed to her side. "Are you okay?"

"Don't mind me," Chloe said. "I'll just sleep here."

Beca looked at the woman again and checked her watch. She reached down and lifted Chloe, holding her bridal style.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take you home."

"Oh. Okay," Chloe said and promptly passed out.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca managed to get Chloe to her apartment and gently laid her on the sofa. Beca looked around and frowned. The place was just one room with a small kitchen area and what appeared to be a bathroom through the only door Beca saw.

"Our list said Chloe Beale is a veterinarian," Beca mumbled. "I'd think she'd be able to live better than this."

Beca looked at her watch and clicked a few links. "Oh," Beca said. "Wow, she's had a bad year. Someone sued her because their dog died when Chloe performed surgery on him. They won and Chloe's vet license was revoked. But, it says here there was nothing she could do. The dog was too badly injured. That doesn't seem right."

Chloe stirred and mumbled before settling down. Beca looked at her.

"You've lost your Christmas spirit," Beca said, somewhat awed. "I'm going to help you get it back. Well, as soon as I find Santa, my brother."

Beca took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gently placed it over Chloe. She then looked around the apartment and found another blanket and a pillow. She made a bed on the floor and laid down.

"Come on, Snow Cone," Beca said. "It's time to sleep."

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca was awakened the next morning by a shrill scream. She jolted up and looked around to find Chloe standing over her with a large frying pan in her hand.

"Wh-who are you?" Chloe asked. "And what are you doing in my apartment?"

"Oh," Beca said, jumping up to face Chloe. Chloe took a step back, holding the frying pan like a weapon. "I'm Beca. Santa's daughter."

"Oh, God," Chloe said, shaking her head as if trying to make things clear. "I must still be drunk."

"You were last night," Beca said. "You passed out so I carried you home."

Snow Cone started bleating and hopping around. He rose into the air in front of Beca and Beca pulled him to her.

"What the hell is that?" Chloe asked, looking at Snow Cone.

"This is Snow Cone," Beca said, smiling. "He's a reindeer in training."

"I think I need another drink," Chloe mumbled.

"No, you don't," Beca said.

Beca put Snow Cone down on the floor and took a step toward Chloe. Chloe took two steps away from Beca.

"I get it," Beca said, holding up her hands to show she wasn't dangerous. "You've lost your Christmas Spirit and don't believe in Santa. I'm here to help you get it back. And to find my brother, who really is Santa."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Ask me anything about Christmas."

"What did I ask Santa for when I was six years old?"

Beca checked her watch and frowned. "I'm sorry Santa wasn't able to bring your grandmother back. He's magical but he can't bring back someone who has died. And, I'm sorry for your loss."

Chloe's eyes widened. "How do you know that?" she whispered. "I never told anyone about that."

"Santa's daughter here," Beca said, pointing to herself. "I'm not lying about that."

Chloe lowered the frying pan and sat down on the sofa. "I must be in some kind of alcohol-induced dream. Ow! Why did you pinch me?"

"To let you know this is not a dream," Beca said, sitting next to Chloe. "I'm really Santa's daughter and I'm here to help you."

Chloe ran a hand through her hair. "I used to love Christmas. But, this last year has taken a toll on me."

"I know," Beca said. "I'm going to help you get your Christmas Spirit back. I also need your help to find my brother or there won't be a Christmas."

"How can I help you find your brother?"

"Snow Cone can track him," Beca said. "I need your help to fit in so we aren't recognized."

Chloe looked at Beca's Santa suit and smiled. "We need to get you some different clothes."

Beca looked down at her suit. "You don't like my clothes?"

"They're perfect if you want people staring at you," Chloe said. "But if you want to find your brother, you need to dress like everyone else."

"How do I do that?"

"I'll lend you some of my clothes," Chloe said.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

An hour later, Beca and Chloe had both showered and Chloe had given Beca some of her clothes. Beca looked down at her outfit.

"This is what everyone is wearing?" Beca asked. "The jeans have rips and tears in them."

"That's the way we wear them," Chloe said, looking Beca up and down. "You look cute in my clothes."

"Oh, um, thank you," Beca said, blushing.

"Let's get some breakfast and discuss how you plan to find your brother," Chloe said.

Chloe grabbed her jacket and went to the door. She looked over to see Beca still standing where she left her.

"Let's go," Chloe said, putting her jacket on. "We only have six days to find your brother."

"Oh, right," Beca said and moved toward Chloe. Snow Cone followed her, floating through the air.

"Um, we need to do something about that," Chloe said, looking at Snow Cone.

"Snow Cone, down," Beca said, pushing him gently to the ground. "You need to stay grounded until we get back to the sleigh, okay?"

Snow Cone looked at her. "Good. Let's go," Beca said.

Snow Cone caught Nick's scent but kept going in all directions.

"Your brother has been all over the place," Chloe said. "Maybe we need to go where there are fewer people and see if Snow Cone can catch Santa's scent." Chloe shook her head with a laugh. "Not a sentence I'd thought I'd ever say."

It took two days for Snow Cone to find Nick's scent and followed it straight to Nick.

"Are you sure this is it?" Beca asked, looking down at Snow Cone.

Snow Cone sat, looking up at Beca, his little reindeer tail wagging.

"Okay," Beca said and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a man with brown hair and twinkling blue eyes.

"Nick!" Beca squealed.

"Beca?" Nick said. "What are you doing here?

"Looking for you, loser," Beca said as she pushed him aside and entered the apartment. Chloe and Snow Cone following close behind her.

"Who's this?" Nick asked, looking at Chloe.

"You don't know?" Beca asked, surprised. "You should know just by looking at her. You are Santa Claus and Santa knows everyone by sight."

"Nope, sorry," Nick said.

"But, you knew who I was when you saw me," Chloe said, looking at Beca. "How did you do that?"

"I... don't know," Beca said.

"I do," Nick said with a knowing smile. "You're the real Santa."

"I am not!" Beca exclaimed. "You take that back!"

"Can't," Nick said, his smile growing wider. "Look, Beca, you've always been more like Dad than I ever was. I knew I wasn't Santa material, but everyone was expecting it to be me since I'm male. But, you're the one that has all the traits of Santa."

"I don't know what to say," Beca said. "What do I do? I'm expected to bring Santa back home so he can deliver all the toys on Christmas."

"Go home," Nick said. "And you will have fulfilled your duty of bringing Santa home so she can deliver all the toys on Christmas."

"He's right, Beca," Chloe said. "I felt something change inside me since I've been around you. I've started to believe in the magic of Christmas again. And I definitely believe in Santa. That's all because of you."

"You need to decide quickly," Nick told Beca. "You've only got four days until Christmas."

Beca bit her bottom lip and looked deep in thought.

"I need to get back to the sleigh," Beca said. "Nick, will you come home with me and tell mom about not wanting to be Santa?"

"Sure," Nick said. "As long as you promise to bring me back here when you're on your rounds?"

"I promise," Beca said with a smile. "And Santa never breaks a promise." She turned to Chloe. "As for you, I'd like to see you again."

"Well, you did say I was on the Nice List," Chloe said with a grin. "So, I guess I'll definitely be seeing you on Christmas."

"You most definitely will. I promise," Beca said. "Do you want to go with us to the sleigh?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said, excitedly.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

After a quick stop at Chloe's apartment, so Beca could change back into her Santa suit, Snow Cone led the way back to the sleigh.

"Wow!" Chloe exclaimed when the sleigh and reindeer came into sight. "This is amazing."

Chloe walked around the sleigh, lightly running her hand over it. She was startled when Beca let out a loud whistle.

"Alright, you guys," Beca called out. "Get into formation."

Chloe stared in amazement as the reindeer came and stood in the proper position in front of the sleigh. Beca and Nick quickly hitched the team up and Beca looked over at Chloe with a soft smile.

"Hey," Beca said, walking over to Chloe and taking her hands in hers.

"Hey," Chloe said.

"I'll see you in a few days," Beca said.

"I'll see you in a few days," Chloe repeated. "Um, am I allowed to kiss Santa before she leaves?"

"Santa has no objections to that," Beca said.

Chloe slowly leaned in and kissed Beca. Beca kissed her back.

The kiss ended and Beca smiled before turning to get on the sleigh. Chloe was smiling as well as she stepped away from the sleigh. Nick and Snow Cone got in the sleigh and Beca took the reins.

With one last look at Chloe, Beca turned and called out, "On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen. On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen."

The reindeer began to run and soon the sleigh was in the air. Beca smiled as she looked back at Chloe and waved.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

It was two in the morning on Christmas, when Chloe heard a noise. She sat up and saw Beca standing there, looking at her with a smile on her face.

"I've been waiting for you," Chloe said, smiling.

"I promised I'd be here," Beca said. "And Santa never breaks a promise."

"I know," Chloe said, standing and walking to Beca. She put her hands on the fur collar of Beca's suit and pulled her toward her. "I hope this is okay," Chloe murmured as she pulled Beca in for a kiss.

"Mm-Hmm," Beca mumbled as she returned the kiss.

Chloe pulled back and put her arms around Beca's neck. "So, what's the protocol if someone wants to ask Santa out on a date?"

"Well," Beca said. "I'm not sure, but I think I know a way to figure that out."

"Oh, yeah?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah," Beca said. "Chloe Beale, would you like to go out with me?"

"Why I thought you'd never ask," Chloe said and leaned in for another kiss. She pulled back and said, "That's a yes by the way."

"I got that," Beca said, pulling Chloe closer. "Merry Christmas, Chloe."

"Merry Christmas, Santa," Chloe said.

They kissed again and only stopped when Beca heard a noise on the roof of the apartment building.

"I have to go," Beca said. "Duty calls."

"I understand," Chloe said, stepping out of Beca's embrace.

"I'll call you about that date," Beca said as she headed for the door.

"You'd better," Chloe said.

"I promise," Beca said and winked at her.

Beca left and Chloe laid down on the sofa, touching her lips where Beca had kissed her. She squealed and did a little happy dance before making herself comfortable and going back to sleep.

Chloe woke several hours later and was surprised to see a wrapped package sitting on the coffee table in front of her. It wasn't there when she went to sleep. She sat up and picked up the package.

"Did Beca come back?" Chloe thought to herself.

Chloe unwrapped the gift and found a box. She opened it to find a note and read it.

Merry Christmas, Chloe.

This is so I'll always be able to reach you.

Love, Santa

Chloe smiled as she set the note down and looked inside the box. Her smile grew bigger when she pulled out a cell phone. She bit her bottom lip and pressed the call button to see what would happen. She laughed when she heard: Hi, Chloe. You've reached Santa. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I promise I will call you back.

"A very Merry Christmas to me," Chloe said. She was all smiles as she placed the phone on the table and went about her morning.

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Full prompt from FanFiction User ChrisM92: My idea is inspired by the new movie Noelle that Anna Kendrick just did. Where Beca could be Santa's daughter and has to save Christmas. Chloe could use some saving too this Christmas and who better than Beca? Thank you!

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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whyamistillwatchingtheseshows · 4 years

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How do I outline TharnType ep8? Let’s break it down by favorite parts and least favorite parts. If you want to know. Then you gotta click the keep reading button.

The lunch Type had with friends: By far the most favorite part of the episode. Techno is listing off numerous things that make Tharn so great and says, “You’re lucky of course.” And that cheeky little smile when he says, “Yes I am.” Okay, Type dial it down, but don't. Also, I almost thought for a minute he was going to give in and tell them. I kept saying, “Yes, babe, do it tell them you’re dating and this is why you’re so quickly coming to his defense when they’re mocking him as the typical rich person.”

Of course, Type doesn’t, but I still think it’s nice to see how he’s reacting like a boyfriend, like someone in relationship. The cutesy smiles and glowing eyes.

The birthday gift: When Tharn finds his birthday gift from Type. You know the one. I cackled. Such a pretty box and I don't know what the fuck I expected to be inside. Certainly wasn’t condoms. Then it makes sense. I get it, Type. You’re the gift. Let’s add in here that bit when Type gets back and Tharn’s waiting on the bed. “You’re not going to eat me.” “Try me.” Haha, I was like wait, is this pure fan fiction gold? Type, he is going to eat you. I’ve had him eat you in some fics. This bit…also let’s add here that the eating could SWITCH. Forgive me for this, but if Tharn thinks Type has athletic stamina in the positions their in now, just imagine the switch.

Band Practice: Who is Tharn’s friend? I just spaced his name, but the one who deserves kudos for saying, “Tharn I’m your friend you got a problem let’s talk” at their band practice. And as @bldreamer messaged me, what the fuck was with that shirt? NONE OF THIS IS HAPPY. This fucking sucks. This part was a mixture of feeling Tharn’s emotions and then being like oh hey thanks for cheering me up for a moment friend.

Want to guess what my least favorite part boils down to? Don't make me say his name. Fine, I know his name (the fuck I just think of that song The Boy is Mine). It (nearly) applies to the situation except for the fact I didn’t get Type yelling, “I’ve had enough. The boy is mine!” right in San’s face.

RED FLAG: I basically liked him when he was 14. So yeah, I was 16-17 at the time. Young too, but I’m 21-22 still talking about him when he was 14 like those were his prime years.

Tharn just turned 19 you were at the fucking birthday party taking the seat of someone who regrets not being there now. No matter how long you’ve known him, thinking that 14 year old him was the best of the best- NO THANKS. I swear he’s on about it because it’s probably the only time they slept together and the next two years left an emotionally distraught Tharn figuring himself out (he came out at 16). As @lostinbl said San had seniority and he took advantage of that. There was major manipulation to get to the point of “boning him in the band room” as Tharn’s brother put it. Speaking of the devil, anyone else wish that Thorn would’ve just punched San and said stay the fuck away from my little brother? Then I realize San is the type of guy who has everybody wrapped around his finger with sick mind games. That type of person that can somehow make you feel guilty for something that is his fault. The type of person who makes up every reason for why you should do something for him and why you should show him some respect. Adding here from a comment made by @iliketoomanythingzhelp where they explain from the novel [and I’m paraphrasing] that San and Tharn loved each other but Tharn didn’t like bottoming so it was sex once and then they went their separate ways...Tharn has made it clear that it’s not romantic feeling, but as we can see in the show San is still thinking *coughs red flag* romantically. It’s a sticky situation all around because of how young they were. What I don’t understand is how it was so uncomfortable for Tharn to be like nope never being a bottom again...? Can it be that bad (revealing how little I actually know about sex)? It’s just it was THAT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Let’s backtrack to the boys’ fighting. While Type is clearly misunderstanding, unaware and stubbornly not realizing Tharn’s view on the matter, I will say this: his emotions are still valid. Type does not understand jealousy in the way that Tharn does. Tharn has been through relationships, hookups etc he knows what jealousy looks like. Type is frankly just being possessive with a back splash of jealousy, because he doesn’t understand that emotion, let alone how to process that. Let’s picture Type in a boat. Then imagine an emotion hitting him, especially now an emotion about or towards Tharn. That boat is going to sink and then suddenly that boy is going to feel like he’s drowning. The biggest takeaway is that after he FINALLY listened to Tharn he fucking realized and tried to correct his mistake. Although, I see with the preview that Type is being a vindictive little shit just how Wayo was towards Pha in 2Moons2 when he asked Park to that movie. Aw, since it’s the same actor, I thought of Kom. Ugh. That’s still in the wind!

Let’s wrap this mother up! Given the episode 9 preview Type has little chance to try and now get to know Tharn. First of all, I wished he’d have punched San and not Tharn. (Read post at the link too. That explains all the things I felt about Type this episode) So, yes, okay. I get it. You had a very mature conversation the night before about San and the two of you apologized. You go out to get breakfast and come back to see them kissing? This is where that aggression kicks in and Type’s full sprint ahead, apparently, blaming it on Tharn, when for me it clearly looked like San grabbed his face without asking and kissed him. This is why I blinked several times after I saw the preview. You know what would make it worse? If Tharn took the punch for San. Barf. Bleh. I shit you not that thought makes me nauseous.

It’s fine right here. Let’s end it here. There’s a red flag in play and I don't like it.

#tharntype #tharntype ep8 #tharntype the series #what a rollercoaster

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Unattainable - Chapter Six

Note: This chapter is so long that it won’t completely copy over into Tumblr so I’m only pulling over the first two sections. The rest of the chapter will have to be read on AO3. I’m sorry!

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I just want to thank each and every one of you for all of your continued support on this series, both AO3 and on Tumblr. It means the absolute world to me and I will never say it enough how much I love and appreciate each and every person who has read, left a kudos/like, or commented on this story. It means the world to me and lights up my entire day!

I just want to warn everyone right now. The end of this chapter is not that easy (for me, anyway) to read because of Sander’s episode. If you feel uncomfortable reading it, then you do not have to. It should also be noted that I, in no way, shape, or form, have a mental illness or specifically been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. with the "hotel" scenes, I tried my best to mimic what the fabulously talented Willem/Nintendo DS did from the clips and what I believe that Robbe would've noticed. I tried to stay as true to the dialogue in this scene as the clips since it's such an important clip for Sander and showcasing what he's going through.

I hope I did it all justice.

Enjoy.

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AO3

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Robbe woke up the way that he always did, slowly and unsure, but this time felt a little different, a little more unsure, because he had been certain that he had fallen asleep to the weight of Sander’s on his hip, his nose pressed against the back of Robbe’s neck, and his back flush against Robbe’s, no clothes to block the way between their skin. And, he was definitely sure that it hadn’t all been a dream from the way his body felt so sore as he shifted, searching for the weight of Sander somewhere on the bed.

When he didn’t feel anything, he reached back, but all his hand came in contact with sheets. It’s then that Robbe forced his eyes open, turning around to confirm his suspicions. The bed was completely empty and he was alone. His eyes darted around the room, looking for his black t-shirt and jeans, but both articles of clothing were gone from the floor.

He left.

Robbe searched for his phone, finding it on his small nightstand and searched through the notifications. Jens and Moyo were talking in the group chat, about something or another, and there was a handful of notifications from the game that he always played, but nothing from Sander or from Instagram. No goodbye text, no ‘I’ve got to go’ text, and not even a note. Robbe sat up, disappointment washing over him in all-consuming waves.

Will you be here in the morning?

Of course, I will. I’ll be here for as long as you want me.

Robbe let out a sigh, pulling up his personal messages with Jens.

Sander came by. He was here, but he’s gone-

There was a sound of a laugh in the kitchen, a light laugh that was quickly muffled with a deep shh. Robbe’s eyes furrowed. He recognized the laugh, it was Amber, and that wasn’t surprising because Aaron likely came home late last night with Amber in tow. Moyo, Jens, and Lucas weren’t home quite yet. But, the owner of the shh clicked something in his head, his heart soared, but Robbe shoved it away. He didn’t dare get his hopes up, not until he saw.

Ignoring his body aching, Robbe got off his bed, snatching his t-shirt from the ground. He slipped it on over his shoulders and moved towards his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweats. Normally, he wouldn’t have bothered, simply walking around the apartment in only his briefs and his shirt. The boys and Noor never minded, but Amber always got quiet and averted her eyes like she didn’t expect it. Slipping the sweats on, he opened the door and headed out into the hallway.

“Robbe?” Amber’s voice called, questioning.

“Yeah,” Robbe replied, moving towards the kitchen. “It’s just me.”

And, turning the corner, he expected to find Aaron or someone else, maybe a drunk friend of Aaron’s that had slept on the couch because he couldn’t drive, but he didn’t expect to find Amber leaning against the counter with a coffee cup to her mouth and Sander at the oven, making something in a pan. The man was dressed in his black jeans and t-shirt from last night and Robbe let out a breath of relief, causing the blond cook to glance up at him.

“Good morning,” Sander grinned. His smile lit up his entire face and it was infectious, causing Robbe to smile as well. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Morning,” Robbe breathed out.

Amber smiled at Robbe, her eyes darting between both of them. She grabbed the pot of coffee to fill up her mug before patting Sander’s shoulder, “I’ll give you guys some privacy. And, I’ll do my best to distract Aaron as well.”

“Thanks, cuz,” Sander replied, grinning at her as he leaned against the counter, flipping whatever he was making. Amber sent Sander a grin before she passed past Robbe, slipping down the hallway and into Aaron’s bedroom at the other end of the apartment.

Once she shut the door and the two of them were alone, Sander crossed to him

Suddenly, everything seemed to click into place. “You’re Amber’s cousin.”

Sander grinned, nodding his head before crossing the distance between them. His hands were on Robbe’s face, angling his head up to press a heated kiss against his lips. Robbe melted in his arms, leaning against his chest and smiling when Sander did too, making it difficult to kiss. Sander’s fingers were in Robbe’s hair again, his thumb brushing over his cheekbones, and Robbe opened his mouth against Sander’s, sighing when their tongues met in the middle.

“Shit,” Sander cursed, moving back to the oven. Using the spatula, he pulled whatever he was making off of the pan and onto a plate. Robbe chuckled as he walked over to wrap his arms around Sander’s waist, trying to see what he was making. A grin spread over his face as he spotted, feeling Sander turn to press a kiss against his cheek. Croques. “Here,” Sander spoke suddenly, turning in Robbe’s arms and holding half of the croque in his hand. “Try.”

Robbe opened his mouth, taking a bite of the corner. Sander was watching him intently, waiting for his reaction and watching him closely.

“Best croque ever?”

“Best croque ever,” Robbe affirmed, reaching out to grab ahold of the rest of the sandwich.

Sander grinned before turning back to make another, presumably for himself. Robbe moved to sit at the table, out of Sander’s way, but the blond reached out, snagging him by the waist and pulling him back. Robbe let Sander manhandle him, resting him against the counter in a spot where he was out of Sander’s way and close enough. Robbe watched him meticulously arrange the butter and the cheese before placing the sandwich on the pan. The butter sizzled.

“Why do you like croques so much?” Robbe questioned, taking another bite.

Sander smiled. “My mom used to make them all the time on Sundays so the family would come together and be a family. I guess it always seemed to stick. Plus, it was my sister’s favorite day of the week and it was her favorite meal so that helped,” he admitted, glancing at Robbe. “Do you have any siblings?”

Robbe shook his head. “Just me and my mom.”

Sander smiled, leaning towards him, and Robbe tilted his head up to press their lips together.

But, as Robbe felt the featherlight brush of Sander’s lips against his own, the door down the hall opened and Robbe could hear Aaron’s annoying ringtone that could only mean one thing: “Robbe,” Aaron groaned, sleepy and probably hungover. “It’s early in the morning.” It was like eleven so Robbe rolled his eyes as Aaron turned into the kitchen, barely registering the sight of Robbe and Sander, millimeters away before snapping at him, groggy and annoyed with his phone thrust in his direction. “Why on Earth is your boyfriend calling me?”

Robbe rolled his eyes, holding out his hand for the phone. Sure enough, it was Jens and Sander glanced down at the phone before glancing at Robbe with a slightly confused look on his face. “I’m sure Lucas would be offended,” Robbe stated, pressing the answer button and pressing the speaker button. “And, seriously, Jens plays my fake boyfriend one time and all of a sudden it’s a running gag that neither of us can’t seem to escape or leave in the past. Hello, you’ve reached the phone of Aaron Jacobs, who is too hungover and grumpy to properly answer the phone like a normal human being. Can I take a message?”

Jens was roaring on the other end of the line, his laugh filling up the kitchen.

“Five… four… three… two…”

“I’m here, I’m here,” Jens spoke, sounding out of breath. “You weren’t answering your phone and Moyo isn’t home yet, so I decided to call Aaron. I’m sorry he’s being such a pain.”

“I am not being a pain.”

“I’m answering your phone!”

“So,” Jens spoke. “How is my boyfriend doing?”

“I don’t know,” Robbe spoke. He could hear how annoyed that he sounded, which was probably the reason that his friends continued to do it. Robbe locked Aaron’s phone, the phone call still running, and tried disabling it. It worked. One minute. He could see Sander eyeing him with a small smile on his face. “How is Lucas doing? I miss him.”

“Come on,” Jens teased. “You know I’m your favorite.”

“Yeah, I’m afraid that the feeling is not mutual,” Robbe said, smirking as he glanced up to Sander. “That’s exactly why I cheated on you.” Sander grinned at Robbe, a knowing look in his eyes, and Robbe could practically hear the wheels turning in Jens’ mind from the Netherlands. “What can I say? You’re absolutely boring boyfriend, Jens.”

“Ah,” Jens spoke. “So, Sander decided to show up.”

“He surely had me waiting,” Sander replied.

“Sander! So nice to hear your voice. I can’t wait to meet you in person! But, unfortunately, I’m in the Netherlands for the weekend so I’m sure I’ll see you sometime in the next week?” Sander chuckled, flipping the croque in the pan. “As Robbe’s best friend and fake boyfriend, I am here to inform you that you have made a very wise decision.”

There was a look in Sander’s eyes as he looked towards Robbe, whispering an “I know” with a bright grin on his face. Warmth pooled in Robbe’s stomach as he stared at Sander, biting down on his lip to keep his grin down. Robbe glanced down at Aaron’s phone, saying, “Bye Jens!” before effectively cutting him off mid-sentence. The one minute on Aaron’s phone had passed so Robbe quickly disabled it again (five minutes should do), tossing Aaron his phone.

Holding the disabled phone in his hand, the curly-haired man stared at them with squinted eyes and confused features. “Wait, are you two together?” Before either could answer Aaron’s question, he glanced down at his phone and let out a loud groan. “Oh, fuck off, Robbe!”

Robbe grinned.

Once Aaron let the kitchen, grumbling under his breath, Sander captured his lips before letting him go back to eating the croque that the blond had made for him.

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After Sander had finished his croque, he quickly cleaned up the dishes that he had used. Robbe had tried to help, but the blond refused, forcing the brunet to sit on the counter and wait patiently. As soon as Sander shut off the water and wiped his hands on the towel, Robbe hopped down from his perch, grabbing the back of Sander’s shirt and pulling him out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into the confines of Robbe’s bedroom.

There was a mischevious smile that flitted across Sander’s features, his hands reaching up to cup Robbe’s face as he placed an agonizingly slow kiss against Robbe’s lips. Robbe leaned into his touch, letting Sander sway them closer in the direction of the bed, but the taller one pulled away far too soon. There was an eager look on his face like he enjoyed seeing Robbe desperate for his kiss.

“So,” Sander spoke, wrapping an arm loosely around Robbe’s shoulder and pulling him close, but not close enough for Robbe to get their lips together again. “Who is this boyfriend of yours?”

Robbe groaned, shoving Sander away from him and back on the bed. The man landed on the edge, his back flat on the bed, and there was a laugh that ripped through his chest. Robbe stepped closer, setting down on his lap and resting his hands against his chest. Sander sat up, using one arm to brace himself and setting his other hand on Robbe’s thigh. Even with the thick fabric of Robbe’s sweat pants, Sander’s palm burned into his skin.

“What?” Sander teased, the smile growing on his face. Robbe watched it grow, mesmerized. Even if he hated the joke, hated the fact that it was still going around, Robbe couldn’t hate it that much if it had managed to make Sander smile like this. Even, if it was at Robbe’s own expense. “I need to know who my competition is if I ever hope to get promoted to something more than a side piece that you call on whenever you need a good fuck.”

Robbe stared at him, trying not to grin. “Oh, so you think it was a good fuck?”

“I think your moans last night proved it, baby,” Sander whispered, reaching up to press a brief, fleeting kiss against his lips. With Sander so close, it was almost hard to concentrate. Even more so as Sander leaned closer, his lips brushing against Robbe’s ear, as he whispered, “I’m pretty sure ‘Fuck yes’ and ‘don’t stop’ are pretty good indicators that it was a good fuck. Don’t you agree?”

Robbe let out an amused sigh, running a hand across his chest. “I thought you left.”

Sander pulled back, staring up at him. “Huh?”

“When I woke up,” Robbe admitted. “I saw that the bed was empty and… I thought that you had left.”

There was a knowing look in Sander’s eyes as he stared up at Robbe. “I promised you that I would be here in the morning.”

“I know you did. But, when I woke up and saw that the bed was empty and your clothes were gone, I guess that I just suspected that you had changed your mind about being with me.” The again hung in the air around them and Sander seemed to have been completely aware of it. Robbe avoided his gaze, turning instead towards his gaming posters which hung around the room. Robbe shook his head, trying to fight away the insecurities that seemed to roar in his chest. “Sorry, it’s stupid-”

“Hey,” Sander cut in, lightly grabbing Robbe’s chin and forcing him to look at him. Sander sat him, his other arm wrapping around Robbe’s waist, shifting him closer. “It’s not stupid, Robbe. What happened isn’t going to go away just because we slept together. But, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily, Robbe.”

Sander’s eyes searched Robbe’s and Robbe wondered if he would ever stop getting lost in them.

“I meant what I said last night. From now on, it’s just the two of us,” Sander whispered, brushing his nose with Robbe’s. He tilted his head to the side and Sander brushed their lips together, pressing them together gently and sweetly. Robbe knew that he meant every word, gripping lightly on his shoulder. “Just so you know,” Sander whispered. “I almost went and got you some croissants. But, I didn’t want to be locked out and I didn’t know where your keys were.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Sander mumbled. “I found Amber in the kitchen and she showed me what I could use so I decided to make you croques instead.” His eyes flickered up to Robbe’s. “That’s why I was dressed and not in bed with you when you woke up.”

“Oh,” Robbe replied, smiling. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” Sander let out a sigh, breathing out as he ran his hands through Robbe’s hair, “God, how did I not find you sooner? We missed out on so much, so many years of this.”

“What do you mean?” Robbe questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“You’ve been Aaron and Amber’s friend for years, Senne was my roommate for almost two years before he and Zoë moved in together and we drifted apart, and I went to college with Noor,” Sander explained, staring up at him. Robbe spotted that look in his eye again, quickly feeling a worried feeling over him. “How is it that I have so many ties to you and somehow we never managed to meet? How many times could we have almost crossed paths but never met? Is-”

“Infinitely many,” Robbe replied, cutting him off. Sander stared up at him, a thankful look hidden in his eyes as his finger drew patterns along Robbe’s thigh. Robbe ran his hand through Sander’s hair like he had done that afternoon in Sander’s apartment. “But, in this universe, we found each other the way that we did, me being a total stalker crushing on some unattainable man behind an Instagram profile.” Sander smiled at him, brightly. “And, that’s all that matters.”

Sander pressed a kiss against Robbe’s lips before pulling away. “I didn’t know.”

“What?”

“About you being a fan,” Sander admitted, looking nervous as he moved beneath Robbe. “It was kind of my one rule that I didn’t want to cross. Never date a fan, especially with what happened with… you know what it’s not important.” Sander looked up at Robbe, looking surprisingly vulnerable. “But, I saw you at that warehouse with Noor, with the moonlight all around you, playing on your phone and bickering with her and I just knew.”

“Knew what?” Robbe questioned.

“I knew that you were the one,” Sander confessed.

Robbe felt his heart thump in his chest.

“And, I spent the better part of the night worrying that you were her boyfriend, but when you walked away to answer the phone, she said that you were her friend and I relaxed. But, I couldn’t stop watching you. I had hoped that I would accidentally run into you when I delivered the picture, but you had already left.” Sander edged closer, his lips lightly away from his. “I was on the verge of going through every one of the people Noor was following because I had to find you and I had already checked her pictures when she tagged us in that post.”

“So, you didn’t know I was a fan until I told you?” Robbe questioned.

Sander nodded his head, a nervous look in his eyes.

“God, I must’ve seemed like a stalker,” Robbe groaned, shoving his face into Sander’s neck. Sander let out a deep bellowed laugh, his hand tracing designs along Robbe’s back. He pressed a kiss against Robbe’s neck, collarbone, and everywhere he could touch to try to get Robbe to look at him. But, Robbe was too embarrassed, burying his face further into the skin where Sander’s neck met his shoulder. “No, stop, I’m embarrassed.”

Sander grinned, he could tell from the way his lips pulled back against his neck. “I thought you were absolutely adorable,” Sander informed him, biting down the vein. Both of his arms wrapped around Robbe’s waist and the next thing that Robbe knew, the world was spinning. Robbe landed flat on his back, Sander fitted between his legs, and slowly climbing over him. Before Robbe could hide, Sander’s lips were on his and Robbe chased after his kiss, gripping on the strands of his hair.

When Sander ducked his head down to kiss his neck, Robbe giggled.

“You better hold on, Robbe IJzermans,” Sander mumbled, hovering inches above Robbe. The brunet tried his best not to seem so desperate for Sander’s kiss, but he knew from the gleeful glint in his green eyes that he was failing in that regard, failing so incredibly hard. “I’m holding onto you,” Sander pressed another kiss against Robbe’s lips and Robbe leaned up, chasing after him when he pulled away, “and I’m never going to let you go.”

Robbe grinned, making difficult to kiss.

“I’m not letting you go either,” Robbe mumbled, cupping Sander’s jaw with one hand and gripping onto his shirt with the other. Sander looked down at him with wide, loving eyes. “Not when I finally got you back, the man of my dreams.”

When they kiss again, Sander’s grin is the one that makes it difficult to kiss.

...

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The Same Old You: The Flight Back

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Title: The Same Old You

Chapter 2: The Flight Back

Author: Jaroslav Lewis

Fandom: Detective Conan

Pairing: ShinRan with slight KazuHei

Summary: Time has passed for them to believe that they have changed only for them to realize that some things haven't. Some things just don't.

Chapter Summary: Turns out his trip back to Japan did not only involve revisiting old places but old memories as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan and any of Gosho Aoyama's characters. I simply borrow them when I'm bored.

New York, Sunday, 9:00pm

Shinichi places the last neatly folded shirt inside his luggage. It fits perfectly and completes the whole set of his things to bring when he flies back to Japan for Hattori's wedding. He takes one last look and checks. He finds a decent amount of casual shirts, formal button up shirts, jackets, pants, underwear and toiletries and then he nods to himself. This should be good enough to last his whole trip. He zips the trolley bag and then places it near his dresser. He smiles nervously. He is all set. After ten years, he is going back. He is going home, even for a short while.

He hops onto his bed and pulls the warm comforter up to his shoulders. He closes his eyes but he finds out that he is not sleepy enough to doze off just yet. It is still too early, but he contemplates since he is going to fly very early tomorrow. So he closes his eyes again and he gives it a few minutes.

But instead of drifting into dreamland his thoughts travel elsewhere, back to Japan, back to her. The thought sinks in finally. He is flying back home and he is going to see her soon, at the wedding or maybe even before that. Then his eyes shoot open. He is awake more than ever and then he grabs his phone on his night stand.

He decides to browse through it, maybe go on social media again or play a video game. Then an idea escapes his mind.

'I should probably message her…' He thinks to himself as he clicks on the messenger icon and on her name.

He begins to type,

Oi Ran. I'm coming home tomorrow.

Then he shakes his head and deletes it. The message seems too plain, although it does sound like him. But he figures that it shouldn't be how he should approach her especially since it has been a long time since they have spoken to each other.

He pauses, staring at the blinking line, waiting for him to type. He is unable to think of anything. So, he back tracks their old messages he finds out that their last message dates back to five years ago. He does not even remember what they were talking about back then. He back tracks even more and he notices how their conversations went from really long ones to just simple small talk and then to just hi's and hello's until soon they no longer bothered talking to each other. He feels his heart ache against his chest and then he asks himself, 'How could we have ended this way?'

Tokyo, Ten Years Ago

"No more secrets?" She asked. Her eyes searched for assurance as she cupped his cheek with her free, left hand since her fractured right arm was restrained in a cast. He closed his eyes and placed his hand over hers that is holding his cheek. He breathed a sigh of comfort as he leaned onto her touch. Suddenly, he felt warm. His whole body hurt with the injuries but her warm touch miraculously made him feel better, gave him relief.

Her eyes darted to the evident bruises on his cheek, the wound on his cut lip. She took a soft intake of breath as her eyes watered. She bit her lower lip to restrict a sob from coming out of her mouth. She tried to refrain from shedding any more tears only to fail afterwards when he opened his eyes and met hers.

Cerulean eyes looked alarmed with worry as he lifted his hand to wipe away her tears. His pair of sapphires met her amethysts. His delicate fingers brushed through the bruises and few cuts on her face. His heart ached at the sight of her hurting.

"No more secrets. I promise." He assured her as he nodded and gave her a soft smile. He scooched closer to her to get more comfortable as he sat next to her on her hospital bed. He carefully wrapped his arms around her, remembering to avoid holding her too tightly since she still suffered from a number of injuries.

He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head and inhaled her soft scent. He lightly pulled away to gaze at her again. Despite the cuts and bruises on her face, she still looked so beautiful.

Then he leaned in to press a soft kiss on her forehead and then another on her cheek where she was bruised and cut. He lightly pulled away only to lean closer to her at an angle where his lips were positioned just in front of hers. With just barely a millimeter between them the two of them shared each other's breath and then he closed the distance and kissed her so softly. It was chaste and barely lasted a few seconds but it was enough to drive both of them crazy, enough for him to lean in again for more after pulling away so shortly.

So he kissed her again, but this time with a little more boldness than the previous one. Butterflies did somersaults in her stomach as she felt his lips brush against hers in passionate but gentle way.

At the back of his head he noted that it was their first kiss, something he had dreamed of ever since he gained awareness of his feelings towards her. He thought to himself, that the place, the hospital room was probably the most unromantic place to share a kiss but at that moment, it just felt right and it didn't matter where it happened. The only thing that mattered was that they were finally together. No more secrets.

Osaka, Monday, 8:00 PM

It is their first night in Osaka, a week before the big wedding happens. Ran with Sonoko and Sera took an early flight to the city to spend more time with the couple and to plan Kazuha's bachelorette party. Now, they sit at the back of Heiji's car with him driving and Kazuha sitting at the passenger's seat. The couple is kind enough to offer them a ride to their hotel after picking them up from the airport and having dinner together.

"Heiji, don't forget we're gonna meet our parents tomorrow for the final fitting of their attires for the ceremony, okay?" Kazuha reminds her fiancé who remains focused on the wheel.

"What? I thought that wasn't until the day after tomorrow." Heiji reacts while keeping his eyes on the road. Kazuha rolls her eyes.

"It's tomorrow at 12 noon." Kazuha responds and Heiji's eyes widen in shock. His expression suddenly becomes conflicted.

"But I'm supposed to pick up Kudo at the airport that time!" Heiji reasons out. Ran's ears ring at the sound of her ex-boyfriend's surname. Sonoko side eyes at her friend knowingly, while Sera smirks, shaking her head.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Heiji whines, eliciting a scowl from his fiancée. She looks at him with an annoyed, bewildered expression.

"Excuse me? I told you so many times. I even listed our whole wedding preparation schedule on the calendar of our apartment!" Kazuha retorts. Heiji makes a face and shakes his head. It doesn't take much for Ran, Sonoko and Sera to predict that such little issue will lead to the couple bickering. Typical Heiji and Kazuha.

"Well, I can't just ditch Kudo so suddenly. I promised him!" Heiji says, worriedly. Kazuha scratches her head in a frustrated manner.

"Well you can't just ditch our parents as well." She points out. "Kudo-kun will understand. Besides, he's a grown man. He can handle himself."

"Yeah, but it's his first time in Japan after ten years." Heiji sighs. "I'm thinking, he'd at least want someone to be there for him when he arrives and I'm guessing he'd need some help with his luggage too…"

Ran finds herself unconsciously nodding, agreeing with Heiji. Sonoko lightly nudges at her with her elbow and gives her a suggestive look. Ran in turn looks at her questioningly and then shakes her head.

"Well this wouldn't have happened if you took time to pay attention to our wedding prep schedule!" Kazuha scolds. The other three remain silent, awkwardly listening to the couple's fight escalating. Ran clenches her skirt with her fist, silently praying that the little misunderstanding won't lead to another Heiji and Kazuha shouting fest like most of their fights do. She also considers an idea at the back of her head but she doesn't say anything.

"You just never listen to me, Heiji…"

"Ahou!" Heiji's tone raises. Ran flinches at the sound of his voice.

"Ano sa…" Ran begins out of impulse causing Kazuha to turn to her and Heiji to look at her through rearview mirror. She feels her heart pound rapidly through her chest. She bites her lips shyly, at the back of her head she considers the thought that she'll probably regret even suggesting it to them but she also thinks that she doesn't have any choice anyway. "If you guys want, I can go and pick him up in place of Hattori-kun…"

"That's actually-

"…a great idea!" Heiji exclaims.

"…insane!" Kazuha reacts.

Kazuha glares questioningly at Heiji who shrugs at her while he continues to drive.

"Ran-chan, are you sure you're gonna be okay with that?" Kazuha asks worriedly.

Ran opens her mouth to respond but Heiji immediately counters bluntly, "Sure it is! She and Kudo are fine. Besides, it has already been a decade. Ne, Nee-chan?"

'A decade… It's already been that long huh?' Ran thinks to herself, all of a sudden her mouth becomes dry. Realization comes to her. What is she supposed to say to him once they see each other? Suddenly she wishes to undo the events earlier, thinking to herself that she shouldn't have meddled with the couple. But it is too late now…

"Ahou!" Kazuha shouts at Heiji as she hits him violently on the shoulder, causing him to flinch.

"Kazuha-chan, it's okay." Ran assures the bride to be who turns to her with a hesitant look on her face. "I mean, Hattori-kun is right and Shinichi and I are okay. I swear. Besides, we're gonna see each other either way, at your wedding, right?"

"Well then I guess, if it's no trouble for you, then okay…" Kazuha sighs in surrender. She turns at Heiji, giving him another glare. Silence starts to fill the air so suddenly. Ran gazes at her window as her thoughts drift somewhere else.

Tokyo, Ten Years Ago

She had her fears.

She was aware of the dangers and death threats that his duty came with. She was used to the environment of the crime-solving industry. It did not bother her much because she knew how to defend herself. She was perfectly fine…

Until it happened.

She was put to a situation where she had no control of. She couldn't do anything to save him. She couldn't even defend herself. She was powerless against the syndicate. Both of them were. She almost watched him die right before her eyes.

Since then, she could never get the dark, tortured image of him off of her head. Even after the incident, it still haunted her. She had nightmares about it and every time, she was faced with such image in her dreams, she couldn't do anything.

She blamed herself. Maybe if she had been more careful, maybe if she had been stern enough to stop him from following the suspicious men in black, maybe if she had been more inquisitive and stuck to her gut-feeling about Conan's identity, maybe if she cornered him with her deduction and forced him to confess, then maybe she could've done something to protect him.

He always assured her that she was never at fault but deep down in her heart she still felt like she is responsible for what happened. So, she swore to herself she'd never make the same mistake again.

When things got back to normal, she and Shinichi had an agreement that they'd always know each other's whereabouts. It wasn't because Ran didn't trust him. She merely wanted to monitor his safety and Shinichi wanted the same for Ran so he agreed without second thought.

Ran was not a demanding girlfriend. Neither was she in anyway possessive. In fact, she was very considerate with his schedule. All she wanted was assurance that he wouldn't run into such trouble again and that if he does, she would be able to do something about it in any way she can.

Shinichi was more than willing to give her what she wants. He knew her fears and he understood. He loved her and he wanted to make it up to her. So he complied very well.

He always informed her if he had soccer practice, or if he had to go out with Nakamichi and the boys and most especially if he was needed for a case. He made sure to always text her that he got home safely after his agenda. Ran did the same. Shinichi knew her schedule, if she had Karate training after class or if she had to go out with Sonoko and the girls.

They had no problems.

Until a certain incident happened.

Ran had Karate training. Shinichi ran off to solve another case. Like always, they gave each other a heads up. Ran went home by herself. It was no biggie. She'd just have to patiently wait for Shinichi to call or text her once he got home.

So patiently she waited.

And waited.

Until hours passed and there was still no phone call, not even a message. It was already midnight. If Shinichi had to extend his hours with the police, he'd tell her but he didn't call. It started to worry her, but she didn't give in to panic just yet. She messaged him via text and via social media and she waited again. Maybe he was busy.

So she stayed up late to wait again, but still no sign of him. She decided to call but his mobile could not be reached.

Suddenly the scenario felt so oddly familiar and then she was scared again. What if he was unconscious somewhere where no one could find him? What if they took all his means to contact for emergencies? What if he is hurt? Or worse… What if he's…

As mindless as it may seem, Ran rushed to find him. She didn't have much of a strategy. All she knew right then was that Plan A: she'd go to his house to see if he is home and if he still isn't, Plan B: she'd go on all night looking for him until she finds him. It was insane and irrational but it is what she did.

So she showed up at his door-step, in her sleepwear and a sweater, panic-stricken and frantically ringing his doorbell while she silently prayed for him to answer. Her eyes stung with tears threatening to fall with every ring that he didn't go out to open the gate to his house.

It took about 8 rings for him to show up with a confused look on his face, still in his uniform and with his hair sticking in different directions.

"Ran, what in the world? What are you…" He didn't get to finish his question as he opened his gate to let her in. He stared at her shaking form. She was shivering not just from the cold and her lack of warm clothing but also because of something else...

He placed his hands on her shoulders. His eyes looked concerned as he looked into her terrified ones. His heart ached. It was the most vulnerable he has seen of her. Ran was a strong woman and it was one thing to see her cry but another to see her so distraught and so frightened.

"You didn't call!" She sobbed. It wasn't an accusation but merely a statement of the reason why she was in panic. "I thought something happened to you! I…"

His arms wrapped around her instantly, taking her into a warm, tight and protective embrace. She continued to shake and shiver against his body. He felt like a total idiot for forgetting and a huge jerk for making her worry. He was supposed to call her soon, but the investigation was too long. His phone died. When he got home he was so tired that he fell asleep on the couch and forgot to tell her he was safe.

"Thank God, you're okay…" She cried with relief. And his heart ached a million times than it already did. How in the world did he deserve such a kind-hearted, loving woman like her? How could he be such an asshole for making her cry again?

"I'm sorry…" He breathed against her ear as he stroked her back, comforting her. "God, I'm so sorry, Ran…"

Tears soaked the jacket of his Teitan Highschool uniform. He felt her shake her head against his shoulder.

"I panicked. I over reacted. I'm so sorry…" She apologized, still sobbing. Suddenly she felt awfully embarrassed and pathetic.

"Shhh…" He hushed before pressing his lips on her forehead. "I should have called you. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry I made you worry…"

She lightly pulled away to look up at him. She nodded in response and gave him a small smile. At this point, her sobbing has already subsided but her eyes were still watery with tears. She hair was disheveled from all the running she had just done.

He let out a relieved sigh as he ran his fingers through her hair and tucked any stray hair behind her ear. He ran his thumb through her tear-stained cheeks. No more words came out of his mouth for he had no idea what he should do to make her feel better.

New York, Monday, 6:00 AM

Shinichi presents his ticket and passport to the stewardess before boarding the plane. After a brief inspection of his passes, he is able to enter his flight bringing with him his extra hand-carried backpack where all of his valuables are contained. He walks through the aisle while placing his passport and other documents securely inside his backpack. He finds his designated seat by the window. He places his backpack in the compartment, bringing only his smart phone and earphones with him as he sits down comfortably on his seat.

He looks out the window as he waits for the plane to take off. He puts on his earphones but he doesn't listen to any music, instead he quietly observes the dim view of the airport ramp outside. The sun hasn't even risen just yet. He thinks about Japan, how the sun has probably long set there, given the evident time difference. He sits back to relax since he did not get much sleep last night. In about fifteen hours, he'll be back in Japan. It is gonna be a long flight.

Tokyo, Ten Years Ago

He still had guilt in his heart.

It was hard for him to get rid of, not after she got involved in the syndicate case and endangered her life because of him. He thought the guilt would slowly fade away as time passed, but it didn't especially after he saw her one night, shivering in fright, her expression, panic stricken as she embraced him.

Shinichi knew about her fears and he had fears of his own as well. It was the reason why he agreed to their arrangement, why he promised that for the second time around, there would be no secrets between them. It wasn't just a matter of trust. It was more of a safety precaution for both of them especially after the trauma that the case caused.

He confidently thought he could easily comply to it, but there was one night that he wasn't able to and it resulted to triggering her trauma, driving her to run miles away from home to his house to check on him, just to check if he was safe, if he was still alive.

So once again, Shinichi hated himself. He promised he wouldn't make her cry anymore. He told himself that he would make it up to her, that he would protect her this time, in his second life, their second life together but he failed again.

Still, despite all that she forgave him endlessly. So, he worked hard to prove and make sure that forgiving him was not a pointless decision for her, that he really did deserve it, that he deserved her…

Needless to say, he worked too hard that slowly he began to lose himself for her even when she didn't ask him to…

He never noticed it until then.

It happened after soccer practice, just about a few weeks since he decided to come back to the team to help them win the interschool soccer tournament.

It was a simple prank, done by his teammates. But he was not having any of it. It was a serious matter to him but they did not understand how such simple joke could easily tick him off.

"Give me back my phone." Shinichi demanded in a calm but serious manner when he found his phone missing from his gym bag. Being a detective, and knowing his peers so well, he didn't need any evidence other than commonsense to deduce that they were on to something. He had his hands inside the pocket of his shorts as he stood casually and hid his hands balling into fists so hard that his nails created crescents on his palms.

"Come on, Kudo. We didn't take your phone!" A group of boys his age teased, snickering with obvious intent as they sat on the bench of the boys' locker room.

"I'm not playing around with you guys. Give me back my phone." Shinichi repeated in a serious tone but the boys all laughed.

"Jeez, Kudo. Get a grip will you!" One of his teammates that had 'Akamine' written on his jersey said as he took a red phone from his gym bag ready to hand it over to Shinichi who reaches for it with an annoyed look on his face.

Just then, his phone started to ring. Ran's name and picture flashed on the screen. Shinichi's phone is snatched away once again before he could even get it back from Akamine.

"Ah, Mouri-chan's on time as always! As usual, the missus never misses." Akamine commented jokingly. Shinichi growled in frustration as he lunged after Akamine to reach for his phone but his teammate tossed it to another.

"Oi! Akamine! Give it back! I have to take the call." Shinichi shouted but the guys just kept on playing pranks on him.

"Why do you look so scared, Kudo? Are you afraid she'll kick you in the ass, thinking you're cheating on her because you missed her calls?" Akamine teased, triggering Shinichi's anger even more.

"Damn, Kudo. You really are whipped! Looks like your girl is THAT possessive…" One of his teammates commented. "Jeez. Women. This is why I'm not getting a girl friend."

Ran's worried face flashed before Shinichi's eyes. Suddenly it was all he could think about. His pulse beat harder against his ears, muting the sound of his teammates' boisterous laughter. And then, Shinichi lost it.

Shinichi punched Akamine in the face.

The laughing abruptly stopped. The ringing in his ears faded but his phone's ringing does not.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Akamine cursed. Shinichi angrily pulled him by the collar, and pushed him to the lockers with immense strength. He raised another arm, ready give the guy another punch in the face when his team mates interfered.

"Kudo! We were just joking around!" One of them said.

"Look, we're sorry okay?" Another apologized, bringing him his phone.

Shinichi let out a huff of breath, calming his nerves. His grip on Akamine gradually loosened. This time, it was Akamine who was furious.

"I asked nicely." Shinichi explained as he took his phone, gripping it tightly on his hand and lifted his gym bag with the other.

"Coach is gonna suspend you from the team." Akamine warned threateningly.

"I don't care." Shinichi answered with a deadpanned expression as he proceeded to leave. "I quit."

With that, he walked out of the locker room, leaving his teammates shocked.

Shinichi sped up to the hallway with his ringing phone. He took a few breaths to calm himself down so that Ran wouldn't suspect anything.

"Hey, Ran. I'm sorry it took a while for me to answer…" He apologized as soon as he answered the phone.

"Gomene. Are you still at practice? I just called to tell you that mine just ended." Ran replied with a sweet tone. Shinichi suddenly felt his anger subside. He smiled to himself upon hearing the sound of her voice.

"It's okay. Our practice just ended as well. I'm on my way to meet you…" He said, making his way to the school gym where Ran and her team usually held their matches.

Osaka,Tuesday, 8am

Ran is up very early despite barely getting any sleep last night. She sits by the vanity mirror of the hotel room which she shares with Sonoko and Sera. Sonoko stirs in her sleep while Sera continues to snore.

Ran quietly does her morning skincare routine in her bathrobe, her wet hair still in a towel since she just got out of the shower. She starts to put on a little bit of concealer under her eyes to hide the little bit of bags she gained under her eyes for staying up late last night, over thinking. Sonoko sits up to watch her, yawning loudly as she stretches her arms.

"Ah, look at you being all excited to see the ex-husband…" Sonoko teases. Ran's face immediately heats up in embarrassment.

"Sonoko!" Ran whines as she puts on a little powder to set her face, then a little bit of blush to add color to her cheeks and then some mascara on her eyelashes which were already so long. Sonoko hops off of her bed to approach her friend. She grabs a chair so she could sit next to Ran in front of the vanity. Ran consciously reaches for a lipstick in her makeup bag. She looks at Sonoko who still has her eyes on her. Ran feels shy. She always gets nervous when people watch her get ready.

"Not that." Sonoko says as Ran uncaps a red-orange lipstick. "Use the nude one. It's better with your all-natural kind of look."

Ran nods and reaches for a different lipstick. She uncaps it and applies it delicately over her lips. She purses her lips together to even the color out.

"Perfect." Sonoko comments while holding her two thumbs up. "You already picked an outfit?"

"Yeah." Ran replies taking a loose, fluffy hoodie and denim shorts from her luggage. Sonoko shakes her head disapprovingly.

"No way you're gonna see him in that." Sonoko says. Ran's eyes widen.

"Why not? It's cute and besides, I'm not trying to impress him or anything. Also, it's just the airport so I should just look casual." Ran explains defensively. Sonoko rolls her eyes.

"Yeah right. You're seeing your ex okay? Put on something nicer. Still casual but show stopping, you know what I mean?" Sonoko proceeds to rummage through Ran's luggage. Ran observes curiously, cocking her head to the side. It takes only a few seconds for Sonoko to fix up a good fashion combo for her. She hands her a mustard yellow crop top and dark skinny jeans.

"You look hot in this. Put this on."Sonoko commands her. Ran looks at the outfit hesitantly. "Just do it! It accentuates your boobs and your fine ass."

"Sonoko! It's too revealing!" Ran whines.

"So what? You got some goods to show. Flaunt it!" Sonoko encourages, pushing her to the bathroom to change. "Just shut up put it on!"

Ran is left with no choice but to obey her friend. So she changes into Sonoko's recommendation outfit. In a few seconds she is out and ready. Sonoko squeals in delight upon seeing her come out of the bathroom in the crop top and skinny jeans.

Indeed, Sonoko knows best. Ran clearly looks so fine in the outfit for it hugged her curves pretty well.

"Okay, it's still very early. We have time to do your hair!" Sonoko exclaims, pulling Ran back to the chair by the vanity. She unveils Ran's wet hair and grabs a hair blower and a hair iron. She plugs the hair blower and starts to dry Ran's damp hair with it.

Ran sits in a very well-behaved manner. Sonoko meets her eyes in the mirror, smiling at her friend who returns her smile with a soft, nervous one.

"By the time we're done, you're gonna totally knock Shinichi's socks off." Sonoko comments. Ran rolls her eyes and laughs. "You know, I'm honestly kind of still opposed to this whole Shinichi thing."

Ran looks at Sonoko questioningly through the mirror.

"You're the one who suggested this whole Shinichi thing. Besides, we're only friends now, Sonoko…" Ran clarifies with a hint of defensiveness that Sonoko takes note of.

"Yeah right. Friends who are to awkward to hit each other up after a break up." Sonoko slams her. Ran stays quiet, clearly affected by Sonoko's response. "I honestly think you could do better though. Clearly, there are a lot more guys better for you than that nerd. I don't know what you see in him. He's Shinichi. But anyway, it's obvious that you're crazy about him, still are and always have been. It's like he's your measure of standard for guys or something. It's weird but I guess that's love…"

Ran wants to deny what Sonoko had just said. But she knows there is no point in it. Her best friend could read her easily. They've known each other all their lives.

"Well, it's different with him. He was a big part of my life. He was my friend first before he became my first love…" Ran says fondly. Sonoko furrows her eyebrows, thinking hard as she continues to do Ran's hair.

"Until now, I still don't get why you guys had to break up. You guys were supposed to be end game." Sonoko comments with a disappointed sigh.

"We had to grow at some point…" Ran replies with a sad smile on her face, reminiscing a lonely memory in her head that she never forgot so easily. "Even if it meant that we had to do it separately…"

Tokyo, Ten Years Ago

Ran wasn't the type to eavesdrop but the mention of her boyfriend's name in some strangers' conversation intrigued her. She stood by the lockers and she was just packing up when she heard the sound of two girls' voices echoing through the almost empty and very spacious girls' locker and shower room.

She noted that they were members of the cheerleading squad of Teitan High, given that they were talking about dance routines and of the upcoming cheering performance they'd have to do on the Japan Interschool Soccer Tournament.

And soon enough, her boyfriend's name was brought into their little conversation.

"Ugh. What's the point in cheering if we're not gonna win anyway?" One of the girls said. She had a shrilly, whiny voice that sounded quite annoying.

"Don't say that!" Another hushed. Compared to the first girl, her voice was less shrilly and sounded more mature. "The soccer team is working really hard despite Kudo-sempai's absence."

Ran's ears perked up at the sudden statement.

'Shinichi? But didn't he just got back on the team?' She thought to herself, confused.

"Why did Kudo-sempai have to withdraw from the team anyway? Is it because of his detective duties again? Guess he's really that big in the industry now huh?" Shrilly asked.

"I guess. But from what I've heard it's not about that this time." Less-shrilly replied. "Rumour has it, it was because of his girlfriend!"

"Mouri-sempai? No way!" Shrilly let out a loud gasp. Ran found herself doing the same thing. Suddenly, she is even more interested to listen. She was confused especially when she had no idea at all about Shinichi's withdrawal from the team.

"I don't know much but some are saying she's pretty possessive." Less shrilly commented. "Not so surprised. She has the vibe."

Ran clenched her fists furiously. She had the sudden urge to smash a locker into a reduced tin can.

"Well, you can't blame her though. With Kudo-sempai walking around looking like a snack, you'd definitely build fences around him if you were his girlfriend." Shrilly giggled. Ran rolled her eyes as she took out more things from her locker, resisting the urge to slam it very loudly.

"True, but there should be a certain limit to it. At this rate, she's just being a hindrance to him." Less-shrilly said. "If you ask me, Kudo-sempai should be with someone up his ally. He's practically a celebrity now but he's going low-key just because he doesn't want to leave Mouri-sempai in the dark. Let's face it, she's too… ordinary..."

"Wow. You're too harsh." Shrilly hissed.

"Just pure facts, darling. The syndicate case should be a good example. Kudo-sempai spearheaded the capture of the members and Mouri-sempai? Wasn't she just a mere casualty?"

The girls were completely irrelevant to Ran but their words pierced through her heart like knives. She wasn't able to notice the tears that fell down from her eyes as she was listening. She sniffled a sob as she closed the door of her locker, in a surprisingly quiet way. She holds on to it for support as she felt her knees going weak. She covered her mouth to avoid making any noise as she cried.

She didn't want to back down on the judgmental girls and become the loser but for some reason, they seemed so spot-on right.

Everything came back to Ran in an instant.

She remembered how back in middle school, Shinichi was supposed to fly to Los Angeles with his parents but he didn't because he couldn't leave her. Then when he got involved in the Black Organization case, he didn't tell her about the situation because he didn't want to get her in danger. And even then, despite going through so much trouble already, he still found a way to protect her. He became Conan for her in Shinichi's absence…

And lately, he had been ditching cases ever since her embarrassing, outburst. She didn't give it much point but since it has finally come to light, she finally realized that all the phone calls he claimed to be "not important" were probably from Megure-keibu but because he wanted to be with her and he didn't want her to worry, he'd immediately shut them all off for her.

So stupidly she believed in his words not because she trusted them to be true but because it gave her relief. Because it saved her from worrying. But clearly, he was giving up a lot of things of her and he was willing to do so even if it meant giving up his own passion just so he could be with her…

Then it hit her. Shinichi always came through for her. He'd always tell her how selfless and kind she was to forgive him after everything he has done. But the truth is, what she did was probably nothing compared to everything that he has done for her.

So, maybe they were right after all. Maybe she didn't deserve him. Maybe he was better off with someone else…

Tokyo, Tuesday, 11am

Shinichi is on board another plane, riding a connecting flight from Tokyo to Osaka after a fourteen-hour flight from New York. But unlike on the previous flight where he completely dosed off, he is wide awake on this one. His neck, aching from the long flight and how he positioned his head when he slept a while ago.

'Only one hour…' He thinks to himself. His palms start to sweat as he feels both excitement and nervousness rush through his veins.

He assumes the possibility that she could have already been there. Knowing Ran, and judging by her comment on the proposal announcement last time, he suspects that she could have already booked an early flight. Besides, she is the maid of honor and it is expected that she is to help Kazuha with the last-minute preparations. Also taking in consideration that Ran is supposed to plan the bride's bachelorette party the same way he is expected to plan the groom's since he is the best man.

So, he makes a bet with himself, that there is a 90 percent chance that Ran's already in Osaka most likely with Sonoko and Sera since they are all-out supportive friends. But he wonders, would she be with Hattori at the airport? He shakes his head no.

There's no way. It would probably be too awkward.

Tokyo, Ten Years Ago

Shinichi is taken aback by the sudden confrontation. He was shocked when Ran dragged him all the way to a particular bench in their school yard to talk privately. She wasn't mad but she did bombard him with questions about his sudden withdrawal from Teitan High's soccer team. Shinichi never planned to hide it from her. He was merely looking for the perfect timing to do so. But alas, rumors about him spread easily like wild fire and though Shinichi never really cared to explain himself to others, he knew it is his responsibility to clarify things with her.

What surprised Shinichi more is that the sudden news affected Ran in more ways than he could ever think of suddenly, it wasn't just about soccer anymore. It was…

Everything.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, tears started to brim at the corner of her eyes. Shinichi cupped Ran's face in his hands. He looked at her earnestly. He only had one answer in his head.

"Because I love you and I promised to make it up to you, didn't I?" He said sincerely. She shook her head furiously.

"At what expense? You're giving up so much for me…" She sobbed. "You're losing yourself because of me."

Shinichi shook his head in denial. He was stunned. He never knew she had such thoughts in her head. Of course, that wasn't the case. Not to him.

"I just don't want to be the reason for these tears, Ran." He spoke, lifting his hand to wipe away her tears.

"And I don't want to be the reason why you're holding back from doing the things you love…" She said as she looked into his cerulean eyes that she loved so much. "Shinichi, you know it too right? You and I, we both haven't healed since…"

She took his hand in hers and held it tightly as he stared at her with so much sadness in his eyes. He knew what was bound to happen he saw it in her eyes, he felt it when she held him.

"We can't be this broken together…" She said. "We have to heal on our own terms. Separately."

Shinichi wasn't able to speak. He let out a deep breath and looked down. Suddenly his throat went dry. He didn't want it to end in such way but he knew she was right. They would only keep on hurting each other. And as much as he hated it, as much as his heart broke at the thought, his mind told him that it was the right thing to do.

"Is this what you really want?" He asked giving her another chance to take it back even when he knew very well that she wouldn't. She was a woman of word.

"It's not about what we want. It's about what we both need." She replied, letting go of his hands. Shinichi suddenly felt a melancholic coldness surround him at the absence of her touch.

"I just can't believe this is happening…" He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, restraining himself as soon as he felt his face heat up and his eyes becoming heavy with the threat of tears forming. His heart broke and he felt it in his chest. He looked up, to avoid the tears from falling. He wasn't the type to cry and he is not bound to do it in front of her. "I just love you so much, you know…"

He reached up to cup her face. He savored the moment, knowing that it probably would be the last time.

"And I love you too." She said, fighting the urge to cry again. "I'm sorry…"

"I'm sorry too." He told her, pulling her for one last embrace.

Osaka,Tuesday, 12nn

Shinichi is walking through Kansai International Airport while pushing his luggage cart. His feet are still heavy and his neck still hurt from the long flight. He whips his phone out of his pocket to send Hattori a message but it starts ringing. Heiji's name flashes on his screen and he answers immediately.

"Oi, Hattori! I'm here." Shinichi says upon answering.

"And I'm not." Heiji says chuckling nervously. Shinichi's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I can't make it today, groom duties."

"What?" Shinichi asks, his tone raises in slight frustration but he doesn't get mad because he understands. He just wasn't expecting Hattori to bail on him.

"But doncha' worry. I sent a proxy. I'm betting 100 percent that you'll be more thrilled to see her than me." Heiji snickers over the phone.

"What?" Shinichi asks again as he continues to walk by the arrivals area in search of Hattori, thinking he's merely playing jokes on him.

"Well, gotta go! Bye!" Heiji responds, hanging up. Shinichi is even more confused than he was earilier.

"Oi, Hattori-

He is cut off by the beeping sound on his phone. His eyes search the sea of fetchers in the area until he sees a familiar face among them.

His eyes meet hers for the first time in ten years. She smiles at him and he stops on his tracks, suddenly his feet feels heavier than it did when he got out of the plane.

Tokyo, Ten Years Ago

He dropped all of his bags to give her a proper hug. He held her tightly in his arms, drowning himself in her soft scent that he loved so much. For a moment, he didn't care if it was not proper for him to hold her in such way. So what if she isn't his anymore?

"You take care there okay?" She breathed against his ear as she ran her delicate fingers through his hair.

"You too." He responded as he ran his hand down her back, stroking it comfortingly. Such touch sent shivers running down her spine.

He soon pulled away after a few seconds. The coldness in the air surrounded him upon the absence of her warmth.

"So I guess this is it… LA, huh?" He said, casually putting his hands in his pockets.

"You'll do great." She assured him with a sincere smile. Her eyes shined, almost like she was bound to cry but she doesn't.

"Well, I'm going now… You'll be okay?" He asked, concerned and hopelessly wishing she'd stop him but she gave him a nod instead.

"Have a safe trip." She said, watching him with a heavy heart as he took his bags.

"Good bye, Ran."

"Good bye, Shinichi."

He lingered for a moment, staring at her amethyst orbs, her beautiful face, memorizing her every feature, taking it all in so that it would remain tattooed in his memory. Unknown to him, she did the same, looking at his gorgeous pair of sapphires and his sharp features. Suddenly she felt an urge to cry, but she held it in.

I don't want to be the reason for your tears…

His words rang in her ears.

And then it was time to leave.

I don't want to be the reason why you're holding back.

He kept her words in his head. He gave her one last smile which she returned and then he turned away, walking further and further until he disappeared from her sight.

And when he was gone, she broke down and cry in the middle of the airport for everyone to see.

Unknown to her, he did the same, but on the plane by the window.

Osaka,Tuesday, 12nn

Shinichi remains frozen in his state. He doesn't know how to approach her but his heart is filled with so much happiness. Suddenly it is like he is seventeen again.

"Welcome back, Shinichi…" She says, making him snap out of his thoughts, bringing him back to Earth with the sound of her voice, saying his name as she approaches him. He looks at her beautiful presence. She looks a little bit more mature than the last time he saw her. Her curves are now more defined as clearly shown in her tight outfit of crop top and skinny jeans. She is wearing light make up that accentuates her already beautiful features.

He wonders if she is doing it on purpose but he shrugs the thought away so quickly. He realizes that he probably looks like crap standing next to her. He gives himself a mental kick on the ass. Suddenly he regrets not wearing something better than his plain shirt and jacket. He wishes he took the time to brush his hair since it is sticking in different directions, not to mention that his cowlick is up and unrulier than ever.

But unknown to him, she is secretly admiring his presence as well. She notices his defined, sharper features. He is taller now than when she last saw him. She notes that she looks smaller in her sneakers, standing next to his tall frame, not to mention that his built is now more toned than before. He looks manlier now, with his sharper jawline but his awkward smile made him look more boyish, as though his seventeen-year-old self is peaking through beneath his matured look.

"It's great to be back." He says. They maintain a distance of a meter between each other. "It's nice to see you again, Ran…"

He awkwardly spreads his arms and motions closer to her. It doesn't take too much for her to understand that he is approaching her for a hug. She doesn't deprive him. She meets his distance and wraps her arms around him. Goosebumps creep to his skin as she rests her head on his chest while he leans close to her shoulder. They both drown themselves on each other's scent. She feels him wrap his arms around her waist. His skin brushes against her skin exposed by the crop top. Shivers run through her spine. Even after ten years, the warmth still feels so familiar.

It is hard for them to pull away.

AN: So here it is! I hope y'all like it. It turned out to be a pretty long chapter. I hope I covered everything regarding the break up. If you guys still have questions, feel free to approach me. I don't bite. LOL. This will most likely be the last chapter with inter-cutting scenes since Shinichi is now back in Japan. Yey! Wasn't expecting this to take long to write, but I found it difficult to write the break up scene, tbh. Hope it wasn't OOC.

Anyway, tell me what you guys think. I'll try to update faster but I will most likely update once a week depending on my work schedule and on how long the chapter will take. My goal is to give two updates a week but I'm thinking that's gonna be too far-fetched for me. But we'll see. ;)

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k-fiction-therapy · 5 years

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You Are My Sun

Moodboard by Admin Scar

Starring: Lee Minhyuk & Lee Hoseok (Wonho) [Wonhyuk/MinHo/Monsta X]

Includes: Celestial bodies, Fluff & PLANETS

Rating: PG-13

~*.*..*Wonho, you’re prettier than the biggest cluster of stars~.*..*.*~

A/N: I count myself as a bit of a hopeless romantic, and with this ship (If anyone even actually ships it.) I couldn’t help but imagine something perfectly precious. I also imagined it going a hell of a lot further, but I thought it would cheapen this piece if I just added a crazy smut scene. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll revisit it. ;)

Musical Inspiration: The Astronomer - Vermillion Lies

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“Hyung, lay down.”

The bed creaked in soft protest under Wonho as he laid down on his back, his arms down at his sides. Muscles settling beneath the black of his t-shirt and the denim of his jeans as he relaxed, “What are we doing this for?” He asked, a sweet tinge to his voice, one that showed up whenever he was asked to do anything with another member. The plush of the bedspread seemed to kiss at the line of his body, a gentle and soft thing, like marshmallow fluff or cotton candy. Wonho smiled to the feeling and bit his lip, staring down the line of the bed at Minhyuk, who was sitting on the edge by his feet.

“I told you that I was going to teach you the planets today, so that’s what we’re doing this for.” Minhyuk smiled wide, his face lighting up happily, cheekbones lifting and obscuring his eyes slightly. White hair danced at his dark brows, only accentuating the color of his skin and the gorgeous lines of his face. Patting down the grey of his shirt, Minhyuk climbed onto the bed and closer to Wonho, the lighter wash of his denim hitting the down of the comforter as he planted his knees, leaning forward on his hands.

“I don’t see what laying on the bed has to do with learning the planets though, Min—” Minhyuk shushed Wonho mid-sentence with a smile and let his large palm rise, casting a shadow over Wonho’s face, “Shut your eyes.” Minhyuk’s tone was gentle and he kept close like that until Wonho’s eyes were closed, his head tipping, dangling earrings grazing at his jaw and neck.

The room was warm and quiet, dimly lit by bedside lamps. It smelled softly of the food cooking downstairs, which bled a light spice into the place. It felt almost like home and what it lacked it more than made up for by being so cozy. The room only had one large bed in the center, but it was big enough for four and dressed in clouds.

Wonho’s fingers gently pressed into the bed as he bit his lip and closed his eyes, lashes meeting in the smallest of embraces. Minhyuk bounced back softly and moved toward the edge of the bed, hands lifting to pull Wonho’s socks from his feet, dropping them to the floor beside the bed with a wide smile, “Okay, now you have to stay still.” To that, Wonho nodded and pressed his tongue to his front teeth, toes wiggling.

Minhyuk pressed all ten of his fingertips to ten toes and Wonho giggled, trembling from it. Minhyuk laughed, but the sound caught cutely in his throat, “P-Pluto.” He blurted and Wonho nodded, moving his toes again, this time against fingers, “Dwarf planet.” He smiled to himself and watched the tiny little tremble the male had given as if he were caught off guard. Minhyuk pursed his lips and the bed creaked as he went to move again.

Shifting, the younger male reached up and touched a knee, tapping them both with his pointer fingers. He drummed a tiny little rhythm, making Hoseok lose a laugh through his nose, the sound like a sniffle which drowned into a brow wrinkle and a shake of his head. Minhyuk clicked his tongue to the beat that he made. Smirking, he nodded, “Neptune. Roman God of water.” Fingers pushing into the bed further so as not to laugh out-loud, he nodded to the second one, a gesture that he could continue.

Minhyuk’s fingers moved higher up and he quickly touched the sides of Wonho’s thighs, patting the thick of them. Almost getting carried away, he blushed and just settled for resting the palms of his hands on either side of the toned muscle, just holding them there, “Uranus. Heaven in Myth.” The pat made Wonho’s lips part slightly, peeling apart, the pink of them sweet. Wonho wasn’t sure quite where this lesson was going, but for now he wouldn’t protest, the room feeling just the slightest bit warmer.

Minhyuk’s fingers next met hips, touching over the slope of them atop the fabric he was wearing. Since he was touching so lightly, it would tickle and Wonho would tense, trying not to move, his head rolling back with a laugh that broke through the silence. Minhyuk laughed too, the sound a bit strained as he tried to keep it serious in his role as teacher, “Hyung, keep still!” He said, not able to help the fact that Wonho’s laugh was possibly the cutest thing he’d ever witnessed and as such, it had made his stomach flutter. Fingers pressed on hip bones and he rolled his shoulders, trying to keep himself serious, “Saturn. Agriculture.”

Minhyuk moved quickly on to the next, not wanting to make Wonho uncomfortable by spending too much time touching around his hips; and to be honest, it made Minhyuk bashful. Fingers poking until they found Wonho’s belly button beneath his shirt, finger pushing fabric in slightly and causing a snort from the elder male. “Jupiter. Ruler.” Touching along abdominals up to ribs, he stilled, realizing he was leaning half over Wonho and nearly laying on him. Ignoring that fact, he continued.

Tapping along ribs, sure to be careful as the ribs were sensitive to many, he stilled just in the center of them, running fingers upward and over pectorals, stilling one hand over his heart, “Mars. War.” He said, leaning further over, swearing he could feel Wonho’s heartbeat through his fingertips. It may have been the most soothing thing he’d ever felt. Licking his lips, he glanced away before running his fingers up to collarbones, “Earth.” He paused, hands shifting before continuing moving over bones and then up Wonho’s neck, ignoring the breath that he elder pulled through his lungs at the touch, “Venus. Love and beauty….”

Fingers ghosted sweetly over an Adam’s apple and toward Wonho’s jaw, touching the line of it before continuing forward, running the line of his lips, “Mercury. Messenger of the Gods.” He whispered, his voice softer now, the blush that had once budded now fully bloomed, dancing over his skin, coloring it. Wonho’s lips parted and he whispered against that finger, “Minhyuk…”

Minhyuk leaned half his body down, making it flush with Wonho, their noses touching. He made it seem as if he hadn’t even heard his name leave the male’s lips and he smiled wide, “Open your eyes.” He said softly, his voice a gentle trill. Wonho’s eyes slowly opened, pupils dilating far, affection dancing in their color. Minhyuk hummed, the younger male keeping their noses together, running them against one another, “The sun. Center of my universe.” He whispered, Wonho’s arms coming up and around him, rolling them so Wonho was pressed atop the smaller framed male. Hoseok grinned, eyes welling with tears, “If I am the sun, then you are the moon—brighter than all my stars.” He said softly, a tear falling, catching against Minhyuk’s cheek, the room around them no longer mattering, their combined heartbeats culminating as their lips met.

“There are tons of stars in the sky…You’re the star which is living on the earth” –“Newton”

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What about a ShinRan CoF AU where Shinichi doesn’t escape and things go according to Vermouth’s plan?

A/N: Wow, this is long! I’m naming it, ‘Tighten the Noose’ and yeah. It’s painful. Since the whole Vermouth’s plan is revealed, if you haven’t read the ch38 of CoF, and you’re the type who doesn’t want that spoiler, I’d say, catch up first. This is actually the Bad End AU for CoF.

Summary: Vermouth’s plan for Shinichi is carried out with a high success. (If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.) Bad End AU.

Shinichiknows what comes next.

(Next?He’s going to die but does he know what comes after that? Of course not.)

Therewill be a rope, tied together in the form of a noose. It will hang over a floorthat will open up, and there will be no one he loves there to say goodbye.

He willsing happy birthday under his breath and be unable to finish the songbecause the rope will steal away the breath.

His eyeswill be dull. His body will go cold. And his already bruised body will sufferone final bruise, as either his neck snaps or his body asphyxiates.

This iswhat will happen next. It’s the way these things work. An organisation framinghim, cutting away the threat before it can cut into them.

They putthe noose around Shinichi’s neck, but he doesn’t fall. The floor opens up, butonly for someone else.

KudoShinichi dies, but he is not dead.

He issupposed to be dead.

Butthat’s not what happens.

“It’s adilemma you see,” The man who was once Shinichi says, stirring his coffee witha small wooden stirrer. “I don’t know whether a dead man is free, or forever aprisoner.”

He feelsmore like a prisoner these days. Case files are skewed in front of him. Namesthat one alcohol has helped him get.

But in away, isn’t he also free? Free from the bonds holding him back, free from theguilt of people he’s been forced to leave behind?

No,that’s a lie.

Theguilt never leaves. It’s why he’s a prisoner. Emotion is his shackle.

“The funnypart of the dilemma though,” The man who is no longer Shinichi says, “is thatthe only person who could answer that question for me, is one I can’t see.”

Her. Theone who thinks he is dead. Who knows that he is dead.

Thefinal one who believed in him.

A ruffleof wings, and the bird he’s talking to flies away. He watches the pigeon go.The bird is free, at least. Not much of a prisoner, if you have wings and anopen cage.

The cageis open. But it is also familiar.

Now thathe’s left it - he wants to go back.

Fingerstapping against the counter, he watches, staring out at the world, thinkingabout nothing and everything. Thinking about too much and too little.

Hisphone rings. It’s not a number he recognises.

Shinichipresses ignore.

Hisphone remains lit up, his phone background on display. He stares at it,dismisses the notification of his missed call and stares past the number of thetime, past the date, focusing only on his background.

It’s asimple one. Something from a child’s nursery - pink rolling clouds, which leadsout into a lilac sky. Behind it, drawn in white ink, are undetailed planets andstars, all of variating sizes.

Shinichiwatches it. It doesn’t change, it never does, but it’s calming. Even as simpleas the background is, it offers at least a small release from reality into theclouds. Somewhere that he’s not.

“Shinichi- will you please stop ignoring my calls.”

He looksup. Ran. Mouri Ran. He’d been hers once - and maybe, maybe she’d been his oncetoo. He doesn’t know. Sometimes, he thinks she was. Other days he knows shewasn’t, and most of the time, he’s left in a perpetual state of confusion, notknowing which option is the truth.

There isare too many truths, after all.

“I’mnot ignoring you,” Shinichi says, looking up. He can’t meet her eyes, butthat’s alright. It’s the norm - Kudo Shinichi has trouble meeting most people’seyes these days. It hurts to see the emotions inside.

(Willthey echo back his own? Or will they be so different to his own that he can’teven fathom how to read them?)

“Bullshit,”Ran says. He jumps with the harshness of the words. She’s angry at him? He’snot even done anything wrong. “I literally just watched you pressignore.”

“DidI?“ Shinichi says. He pauses, looks down at his phone and clicks histongue. "I don’t have your number saved, so it just looks random."

"Giveme your phone,” Ran says, and because it’s easier to just give in than toargue, he does. He mutters his code, waits until she unlocks it and then turnsback to the table. She lets out a small sigh, not exasperated - it seems sadder,than anything. She says, “you don’t have any numbers saved here.”

“No,”Shinichi agrees.

(Paranoiahad wrapped around him when he’d been gifted a more permanent phone. Any numberhe put inside would be linked to him, linked to danger and that is a risk thatcannot be taken, no way, not when the danger is-)

“There,”Ran says, passing the phone back. She says, “I put my number in. AndHattori’s - he’s been asking me to see you again since we found out that-”

That heisn’t dead. That he didn’t hang.

Thatthe noose was placed, but only strategically, because the threat is always moreterrifying than the action.

“Isee,” Shinichi says. He presses his finger against the table, appliesforce until his fingertip is white, pale. Then, he bends the bone the otherway, digging his nail into the small notches. “Two numbers in myphone.”

“Nowyou have no excuse to dodge my calls,” Ran says. She offers a smile, buthe avoids it, focuses on the concrete instead.

“No,”Shinichi agrees again, “not if I have the numbers in my phone.”

Heconsiders deleting them. Not even present in the phone for a minute but decidesagainst it. Even if he deletes the numbers, they’re still going to be in thephone’s memory somewhere anyway.

It’sprobably just better to get a new phone.

Butdoing that and deleting numbers will just make Ran mad, and Shinichi doesn’twant her to cry. He presses on and watches his background again. Ran pulls up achair, settles next to him.

She restsher hand on the arm of Shinichi’s chair, a silent invitation, should he want totake it, and follows his gaze to the phone’s background.

“Yourwallpaper,” Ran says, “I like it."

"It’scalming,” Shinichi says.

He doesn’ttake her hand. But he wants to.

“Whatdo you mean I continue the case,” Shinichi says, squinting across atVermouth. Legally, he’s been dead for hours now, but it feels almost like alifetime. He brushes his hand against his neck, flinches away when he realisesit’s not snapped. “It’s literally killed me.”

Thewoman purses her lips. For the first time since he’s known her - which, coincidentally,is only their fourth conversation - she crosses her arms and gives him a lookthat can only be described as absent.

“Youhave the perfect opportunity now to start digging.”

“Digging?”Shinichi breathes. The words are strangled in his throat. “Digging intothe case? It killed me. I’m dead.”

“KudoShinichi is dead.” Vermouth says. “Socially, you’re dead. Legally,you’ve been left hanging, and any life you had before is going to be buriedwith someone who’s not you. But the silver bullet is still alive.”

Thesilver bullet?

That’swhat she wants him to be? Fuck that. No - this isn’t fair.

“You’reasking too much from me,” Shinichi says. He swallows down spit even if hismouth is dry and it tastes like blood. “This is too much, I can’t- I can’t-”

“Ifyou don’t do it, Shinichi-kun,” Vermouth says, leaning forward andcapturing his cheeks in a pincer-like grip, “then we’ll have to wait forsomeone else. Some other silver bullet who’s in a position where theirrelationships will be ruined, their lives torn to shreds.”

Shinichifeels woozy. He sways on his feet, “Let them do it. I’m done.”

Herfrown is enough to freeze his blood. The expression holds for a few days, then,she frees his face, pushes him back and turns her back on him.

“You’rein shock. I’ve set up a safehouse - we will stay there for a few days while youadjust to this, and then you will decide. But not until you’ve settled intothis.”

Shinichidoes not want to settle.

He stopsdreaming.

Silverbullets are inanimate objects, and so they aren’t capable of dreaming. Andmaybe he’s human, but he doesn’t quite feel like one. Not anymore.

No,human beings are social beings. They belong as a member of a group, a part of acrowd. Meanwhile, a silver bullet interacts with no one but the one he shootsdown.

“It’swhy you’re in the best position,” Vermouth had told him, during their weektogether. “When you’re dead, when you have no identity, there’s no bonds holdingyou to other people. It will be difficult, but Kudo Shinichi had people theorganisation could leverage against you. The silver bullet doesn’t.”

She won’tlet him have her number. And he doesn’t let her have his. She leaves him aletter filled with numbers - co-ordinates - and the keys to the safehouse andtells him that they probably won’t meet again.

And ifthey do, they’ll be on the other side.

Thehospital walls aren’t white.

Shinichidoesn’t know why he’s expecting them to be white, but they are and it’sstrange. Odd. Maybe because white is such a sterile colour, because it’s meantto be a healing colour, but the corridors are a soft green.

Maybethe people here don’t need the blank white, but a colour on the canvas.Something to offer them a little hope.

(That’sa word Shinichi’s been thinking of lately. Hope. Ran had written it on a smallcard and placed it on his mantlepiece, aside the card she’d written out for thebirthday’s she’d missed. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twentieth. Twenty-first and now,his twenty-second.)

Hepresses a small button, waits for access into the ward.

Buzzedin, he heads forward, scans the board for a name. He bites his lip, followstowards the second bay, towards bed five. It’s quiet, even with nurses anddoctors bustling around. Physios handing over, social workers coming in and out.

Thecurtains are drawn, and so the moment he walks into the bay, he makes eyecontact with the man he is visiting.

Darkhair, tanned skin and days old stubble.

“Kudo,”Hattori Heiji offers a small smile, lifts up his hand into a wave. The drip moveswith him, and Shinichi focuses on the man’s cannula. “Ya reallycame.”

“Isaid I would,” Shinichi says. He tears his gaze from the drip, looks atthe bandage on Hattori’s other arm. His left leg is bandaged as well. He says,“You look… well?”

Abovehis left eye, Hattori’s head is bandaged. There’s a dressing that leads fromhis left cheek, down his jawline, halfway down his neck.

“I’mgettin’ there,” the Osakan seems to wave it away before Shinichi can bringany question to it. Not that Shinichi needs to ask - Ran had filled him in,when she’d demanded he visit.

Sleepdeprivation and a motorbike.

Thecircumstances could have been a lot worse.

“Enoughabou’ me,” Hattori continues. He squirms in his seat, winces at the suddenmovement. Even two weeks after his first surgery, the pain is still present.“Wha’ about you. How’re ya?”

Shinichibites his lip and tries to think. He’d been honest with Hattori in the past,but they’d been kids once. Now, they’re both adults, and Hattori is dealing withhis own shit. He doesn’t need Shinichi’s.

But -Hattori was the one person who got close enough to the truth.

“I'm…”He tries to find the words. They vibrate in his lungs, scrape as they worktheir way up, so he wishes them away, finds easier ones.

“Isaved your number, and Ran’s into my phone. And I’ve got this wallpaper on myphone that’s nice and-” He pauses. “-and I took up the violinagain.”

HattoriHeiji is not a stupid man.

He was achild detective who found missing cats, and then he grew into a teen detectivewho solved murders. Now a police officer - soon to be official detective - he’salways been smart.

So, hedoes what Shinichi wants him to do.

He readsbetween the lines, sees more than a few hopeful statements and sobers up. Hishalf-smile falls away, and for a moment, Shinichi looks up and meets his eye.The emotions are almost too much, but the way Hattori is holding his gaze -unflinching, unwavering - makes him unable to look away.

“I’msorry,” Hattori says, “that I wasn’t of any help to you. I’m sorrytha’ I couldn’t find a way to get you outta tha’ prison, that I didn’t catch onsooner tha’ you were framed. That I couldn’t prove to anyone else that youwere.”

“Hattori-”

“It’s- I know I could’ve done more. I should’ve done more. But I didn’t.”Hattori presses his lips together. “And I’m sorry.”

“You-”Shinichi shakes his head. “Quit apologising. It’s unnecessary. Don’t- Idon’t want an apology.”

Hattoriblinks, eyes wide.

“Astranger-” Shinichi whispers, “you were a stranger and yet youbelieved that I didn’t do it. In those last days before I turned eighteen, Ihad no one. No one but you.”

Hattorilifts his unbandaged arms up and rubs at his face. His cheeks are wet.

Shinichidoes not have the decency to look away.

“Youwere a stranger, and then you were my friend.” Shinichi says. “Pleasedon’t apologise for being my friend.”

Hattorirubs away more tears, and after a few minutes of silence, he lets out a smalllaugh and says, “I’m so glad you’re not dead.”

A silverbullet is not designed to travel far distances.

They’reslow, and generally less accurate than lead bullets, but they’re effective infolklore. Against werewolves and things that don’t - or rather, should not -exist in the physical world, they’re one of the only things that kill.

The onlything that puts a stop to things.

In a way,a silver bullet is a metaphor.

Penicillinis a silver bullet against infection. Fingerprint recognition is a silverbullet against criminals going free. Information is a silver bullet againstignorance.

KudoShinichi is the silver bullet, against the black organisation.

Silverbullets might not physically be effective, but it is the sentiment behind the bulletthat matters, not the bullet itself. The illusion of being stronger thansomething else, is what matters. Maybe they are a myth - but the myth is onethat gives hope. That promises one day the bad will make way for somethinggood.

Maybethat’s why Vermouth gave him the nickname. Maybe he is her hope, of a daywithout the organisation that she joined as a teenager and remains a hostage indecades later.

(Except…some people are allergic to penicillin. Fingerprints can be rubbed away orplaced. Information can sometimes breed more ignorance.

KudoShinichi might not manage.)

“You're…”Ran’s voice is breathless. Shinichi doesn’t like it when he takes her breathaway, not anymore, not when he knows how cruel it is not to let someonebreathe. “You’re not dead?”

He wantsto say that he’s quite clearly alive since he’s standing in front of her, sincehe’s not an apparition, but he doesn’t think Ran would appreciate that.Instead, he dips his head, mutters that he’s alive and that he thought sheshould know.

“I…I thought you were gone,” Ran says, voice wavering. “I had to helpbury you, I had to get over you, and you weren’t ever… gone?”

Shinichican’t look her in the eye.

“Iknow,” Shinichi mutters, “I’m sorry. I - If I’d have known, I wouldhave let you know but we both thought-”

“Wait,”Ran says, “what do you mean you didn’t know?”

Hesquirms under the pressure of her gaze.

“Youdidn’t plan a way out?” Ran realises, “like all of us, you thoughtyou were- and then. Then how could you tell us, because everyone thoughtand…”

It’s asif she can’t find all the pieces in the puzzle, is stuck trying to rearrangethem by the look of the picture on the box. Almost seeing but not quite.Instead, she shakes her head, races forward and traps him in an embrace.

Shinichitries not to flinch.

He doesn’tlift his hands up, but he doesn’t push her away either. It’s a start.

Ran’sbreath tickles his cheek. Her arms are warm. She’s very much alive.

“Itdoesn’t matter what I went through when I thought you were gone,” Ransays. “All that matters is you. That you’re alive, that you’re here."

Hedoesn’t feel very alive though. He just feels absent.

"Ispy, with my little eye, someone who ought to be dead.”

Thethief looks him up and down, his gaze cold beneath the monocle, as they bothstand in a small alleyway, a few streets from the man’s heist. Kaitou KID wearswhite, Shinichi is drenched in black, and somehow it seems like their innocenceis incorrectly worn.

“Yes,”Shinichi says. “I take it you know who I am then.”

KIDgives a sharp nod. He crosses his arms, glares at him. A snap of his fingers, aplume of smoke and then, he’s mirroring Shinichi - same look, same hairstyle,same black clothes.

Shinichiisn’t sure if it’s because they’ve got a similar face, or whether the thief canmould masks quickly enough, but it doesn’t matter.

“Iknow what the media knows, at least.” KID shakes his head. “Amurderer sent to prison with a life sentence. The pushed the day of yourhanging pretty early, normally, most people have to wait years.”

Shinichiflinches at the thought of a noose.

“Butobviously that was a lie,” KID continues, frowning, “since nowthere’s a serial killer on the loose.”

A pause.Shinichi feels a shudder rising up his back, burrowing deep into his spine.

“Ididn’t kill anyone,” Shinichi says. “If I were a killer, then I’d becontinuing now that everyone thought I wasn’t capable of continuing, right? ButI’ve not.”

KIDdoesn’t answer. He just watches, raises an eyebrow and asks, “What do youwant from me, Kudo Shinichi?”

It’s thefirst time he’s been called by his name since he died. It feels almostunfamiliar.

“I- I noticed on the news that there are people shooting at you during cases. Iwas locked away and sent to die because of an organisation. I was wonderingwhether we’re up against the same people.”

“Acrime syndicate framed you? How very fortunate.” KID shakes hishead. He says, “If you were looking in a criminal organisation, they’d dowhat they do to me, they’d shoot you down without a care.”

Shinichisteps forward, ignores the guarded look. He says, “So you are being hunteddown. If we work together-”

“No.”

Thevoice is firm, almost harsh. Kaitou KID has always worked alone, - ifdisregarding the accomplice that people mention - has always done better whenperforming to a script he’s designed for himself.

“Wha-”

“Listen,”KID says, “I don’t trust you. Why would I work with someone who’s killedsix people? And if you’re telling the truth, why would I paint my back with aneven bigger target by working with someone they want dead?”

“You’realready a target-”

“Youdeal with your case,” KID says, “and I’ll deal with mine.”

(Shinichiloses sleep over it.

KaitouKID doesn’t.)

“Ithink ya should visit him ya know,” Hattori says.

Shinichi’sstolen him from his ward, wheeled him down to the cafeteria. Some proper food,Hattori had wanted, rather than what the hospital had offered.

“Visitwho,” Shinichi says, although he already had a faint impression.“I’ve visited everyone I want to visit.”

He’svisited Hattori, and he’s visited Ran.

And hisparents visited him for a week, and that had been enough of them.

“Hakuba,”Hattori continues. “You two were friends, right? It seems almost cruel nott’ let him kno’ you’re okay.”

Shinichimakes a noise of protest.

“Okay,”Hattori amends, “not tha’ you’re okay, but tha’ you’re alive.”

“Iguess that's… not the worst idea.” Shinichi sighs. “But only becausehe worked that same case - not because I’m going around to spend time with allthe friends I need to catch up on.”

Hattorigives him a look that Shinichi’s too tired to decipher.

“I’llgive ya his number.”

It’sdark, everything is-

Dark.

Shinichi’sundone his bindings, and now, he searches the cell trying to find anything -any loose metal that will help him against the lock. Even if he’s not good atbreaking open locks, he needs to at least try.

Thereare footsteps.

And thenlight. Two men standing outside the cage.

“KudoShinichi,” says the one with silver hair, the he remembers from arollercoaster, from a beheading from a spurned girlfriend. “How funny thatwe managed to catch up with you, since you were buried three years ago.”

“Veryfunny indeed,” says the one beside him. “What’re we going to do withhim Aniki?"

"Whateverwe want,” the first says, “seeing as no one’s going to comelooking.”

“Fine,”Shinichi sighs, looking across at Vermouth. “I’ll look into them. I’llfinally put a stop to all this, but after that… I don’t think I want to solve acase ever again.”

“That’show hobbies work when you become an adult,” Vermouth says. “Eitheryou find a way to turn them into jobs, or they start to fade away. But don’tget rid of it as an option though, not until you know for sure.”

“No,”Shinichi says, “I’m sure.”

Shinichiwakes up with a jolt in his heart and sweat soaking his hair against hispillow. He’s alone, alone in an apartment he’ll tell no one the location of - asafe house that had been set up when he’d first died.

Only oneother person had known the building, and she's… not around.

Hishands shake. His pulse is crazy, tachycardic, as if it’s a faulty engine,trying to propel him forward when he’s not ready to exert that much pressure.He bites his tongue, pushes himself up and turns on a light.

Everythingis as it should be.

Hisphone, plugged in and charging, lights up as he presses the home button. Anewer wallpaper, one with the sea shimmering beneath the night sky. He watchesthe stars, imagines the waves and realises that it’d be pretty nice if he couldjust… float in the water without any worries for a little while.

Sweatsticks his t-shirt to his back though, and he decides that the ocean will haveto wait. That a bath will have to do instead.

And then,maybe a phone call.

(Hattoridoesn’t sleep well either, apparently.)

Hedoesn’t find Hakuba Saguru in a police station, or even a private detective’s office.Nor does he find him inside the courts or visiting people in prisons.

He findshim in a pharmaceutical office leaving behind a meeting.

“Kudo,”Hakuba says, and that’s all he says for a moment. Shinichi watches hisexpression, tries to figure out what it means, and opens his mouth.

“Ithought, since we worked that case, we should talk about it?” Shinichi says.And Hakuba dips his head into a nod.

“There’sa coffee shop downstairs, let’s go there.”

Theirnames are Gin and Vodka.

Shinichidoesn’t have a legal name for them. He wonders if they’re like him - officialidentities dead, now walking around with a codename rather than an identity.

Hewonders whether it bothers them.

“Don’tgo ignoring us now,” Gin says. He’s the cruel one, the leader. A sadist, akiller worse than Shinichi was labelled to be. It should have been him whohung. “We want to know everything about what you know.”

Despitewhat he wishes, the pain does not get easier. He doesn’t get used to it. Thetrauma simply becomes so routine that it feels almost chronic.

Vermouthpats his cheek.

“It’sover now,” she whispers, turning his chin away from all the blood. Sheholds him up, or maybe he helps hold her up - or maybe they’re holding eachother. Which is weird, because Shinichi should not trust her, and he doesn't…

ButVermouth is someone he can rely on. For now.

“It’sover now, Shinichi-kun.” She is cautious with him now, almost maternal.“This has been a nightmare, my silver bullet, but now it’s time to wakeup.”

Shinichigets coffee.

Hakubagets tea.

Theconversation is staggered as they wait for their drinks. Every time one of themsays something, the words dissolve into the silence, a void of what should havebeen said sooner, of what should have been mentioned years ago.

Eventually,Shinichi tries for something a little less pressuring.

“Youwork in pharmaceuticals now?”

Hakubaoffers a sharp nod. He sips at tea, turns to look outside of the window andsays, “I thought it would be best for me. I’m not suited for detectivework, I think.”

“Neitheram I,” Shinichi responds. “Is office work… I don’t know, is itless…”

“It’seasier,” Hakuba says. “Less… emotionally draining. If one deal fallsthrough, or a project isn’t going badly, at least I know someone isn’t going todie because of it.”

Understandable.Shinichi knows what it’s like to live to a deadline. It’s much easier when thedeadline is paper based.

“Butyou were a detective for a while,” Shinichi says, “Hattori toldme.”

Hakubastiffens. He says, “I was. But - the two cases that meant something to meended… terribly… so I decided I was done.”

Shinichinods his head, “I see.”

“Comeand live with me,” Ran mumbles into his shoulder once, when he finallyfinds the courage to let her come closer, to let her hug him withoutremembering flashes of metal, gunfire - without tasting smoke and fire and…

“Ilike where I live,” Shinichi says. “It’s safe.”

“We’llmove somewhere safe,” Ran says. “Remember when we were teenagers, weused to walk through the park and talk about how we’d get a nice apartment,hidden from the press who wanted to take pictures of the amazing teenagedetective? We can still find that apartment. You just need to stoprunning.”

Shinichiisn’t sure.

An apartmentmeans writing down a name onto paper. Onto a contract. It means trusting thatpeople won’t search and leave a paper trail, that people won’t take advantageof systems designed to protect them and seek them out.

Whatwill he do if someone reaches his door?

What ifsomeone attacks them?

“Thatwas when we were teenagers, Ran.” Shinichi says. “We were kids. It’snot like that anymore.”

Randoesn’t force him to meet her eyes - she never does. Instead, she leans forwardand presses her palm against his, waits for him to interlock their fingers.Always giving him the chance to pull back.

“Thekids we were before all this happened, the people you thought we were - that’sstill us. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Hervoice is soft, melancholic.

“That’snot us,” Shinichi says, “not anymore.”

“Itis.” She presses her nose against his collarbone. “There’s more to usnow too, but at the end of the day it’s still us.”

Peopleare affected by both silver bullets and regular bullets.

In theend, Shinichi uses a lead bullet.

Theydon’t tie him down quickly enough; the binds are loose, and Shinichi uses it tohis advantage. He’s not strong, of course not - not after being here so long -but when they have their backs turned, he has the element of surprise.

Shinichijumps. And he tries to disarm them.

The gunscatters across the floor. Gin’s gun. Shinichi’s not fool enough to think thatVodka isn’t carrying anything either, or that Gin doesn’t have another,so he pounces, moves before either man can react.

Theyreact quickly.

Shinichimanages to turn, safety off, aiming just in time to see Vodka aiming back athim. It’s not a matter of thinking but acting and Shinichi presses the triggerbefore he can even think.

Vodkadrops like a stone.

“I’msorry,” Hakuba says, “I’m not trying to be… difficult it’s just.Seeing you here, alive. It’s - a friend who died is alive. It… It’s almost likea magic trick.”

Shinichialmost finds the phrasing strange - then he remembers how the other case hadbeen KIDs. A magician. And he remembers the news story.

“Theother case that went wrong,” Shinichi says, “ was Kaitou KID’s wasn’tit?”

Hakubapales. He takes a moment to think, then nods his head. He says, “It madethe news, so you probably remember. They didn’t reveal the identity, out of…understanding of the secrecy I guess, but… he was another friend.”

Twopeople dead. Two cases unsolved.

“Mycondolences.” Shinichi says.

“Seeingyou here,” Hakuba says, “almost makes me start to believe that he didthe same magic trick. That in a few years, I’ll find out he’s actually fine.Maybe he’s somewhere in Europe like he always wanted to go, or somewhere… Idon’t know. Makes me wonder if he’s alive too.”

Shinichiis not sure why he says it. Maybe because he knows that KID was a mastermind, agenius. Because he’d seemed so certain of himself that night in thealleyway.

“Maybehe is,” Shinichi says.

Hakubablinks, lets out a small laugh, says, “He’s not. The body was real. Opencasket.”

Gin doesnot react to Vodka’s death.

The mandrops, and he watches Shinichi rather than turn to his friend. He says,"Go on then, shoot.”

Shinichipresses the trigger.

Hisheart races in his chest. He feels bile rising up his throat, feels his bonesscreaming in protest to every movement. It hurts.

Fuck does it hurt.

Hepresses the trigger again and again, but only receives clicks.

Gin smirks.He says, “Do you know what’s fun about playing with rats? If you fill agun with one bullet and tell them they only need to dodge one bullet, they feellike there’s some way out.”

Shinichibites his cheek. He tastes blood, metallic in his mouth. He chokes on it.

��Theyalways forget that there’s a second gun.”

Andthen, he’s holding another gun up, one that Shinichi doesn’t even recall himpulling out. He raises it up, and he shoots.

Fireflares up his arm.

“OkayRan.”

Shinichigrabs a gloved hand, pulls her nearer to him and watches her expression. Herlip quirks up, first in confusion and then, happiness that he’s the oneinitiating their contact.

Thebobble of her hat bounces as she tilts her head.

“Okaywhat?”

“Thatapartment,” Shinichi says. “As long as it’s safe. Hidden away. Then Iguess it’s okay.”

Ranbeams.

Hattorigets out of the hospital months after his admission.

He walkswith crutches, and then, he walks with a cane. He sends Shinichi a wry grin andtells him that years of kendo means that with a cane, he’ll never be taken offguard by the criminals he chases after.

Evenstill, Shinichi watches the way the man’s eyes dim as he leaves the hospital.As his friend picks him up, helps him into the car to head back to work.

(“Iliked th’ break from th’ responsibility,” Hattori admits later. “ButI’d feel too guilty to leave it behind.”

Shinichigets the impression that Hattori is always guilty. He feels a little guiltyabout that.)

“Whatdo you mean she’s dead?”

He’s notstepped foot inside a precinct for almost five years, but now, newly returned,he races inside without any regard for those working. He races towards theholding cells.

“Shedied in the night,” someone says, but Shinichi doesn’t register it. Heraces forwards, forces them to open the door, to look inside. She is not there.“Either a suicide or a murder. We’re looking into it.”

“No,”Shinichi says, even though the room is empty. She should be in here.“She should be in here, she wouldn’t kill herself. Someone killedher-”

Shecan’t be dead.

“I-No.” He shudders, “I didn’t even know her real name.”

“Nothing’sever going to change Ran,” Shinichi whispers, when she finds him lying onthe floor. He does not say anything else, not until she lifts his head up,shuffles beneath it and lies him back down on her lap. “It doesn’t goaway.”

Shethreads her fingers through his hair. Slow, circular, comforting.

“Nothingcan change,” Ran says, “If you refuse to acknowledge what’s hurt. DoI need to say it again?”

Shinichicloses his eyes and whispers, “One more time. Please.”

“Quitrunning Shinichi,” Ran says.

Thefirst thing Kudo Shinichi does when he realises he is dead but not - alive butnot - is put both hands up to his ears and shut out all the noise.

Then, hescrunches his eyes so there is no light.

He biteshis lip.

Andthen, as he tastes blood, the liquid dribbling down his chin, Kudo Shinichidoes the one thing he wouldn’t be able to do, if he had been hung.

Hescreams.

#This is 5.6k long please don't expect me to write this much usually for my requests xD #DCMK #Detective Conan #Kudo Shinichi #Mouri Ran #Kuroba Kaito #Hattori Heiji #Hakuba Saguru #Vermouth (DCMK)#Gin (DCMK)#Vodka (DCMK)#Fic: Cost of Freedom #CoF bad end au #This is Shinichi's bad end au - there are more sides to the story but I don't know whether people want to read the other bad end aus so #:shrug:#mywriting

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Ownership - Chapter 2 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)

Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?

This fic is pure porn, pure kinky porn.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged let me know. You can find my AO3 here

Warnings: Language, Sexual fantasies, Dirty thoughts, Kylo Ren is a warning, No Cora in this chapter really

Chapter 2

Kylo Ren

I made it home around noon, parking the car in the garage. I picked up any mail on my way to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I opened up my laptop and the browser. I typed in Cora’s name and searched the results. She’d been stupid enough to put her full name in when she gave me her number. I sat back in my chair, unhappy with the results that had come up. Clicking the first link, I was taken to The Resistances’ webpage. She worked for that left-wing bullshit publication?! She worked for my mother. Whilst I didn’t have much against the magazine itself it was still my mothers and wanted nothing to do with either. I’d made that very clear the last time we saw each other over five years ago.

This definitely threw a spanner in the works. Did I really want anything to do with someone that worked for my mother? Someone who worked close with her. Someone who probably shared all her views. Someone who was probably just as insufferable as Leia. I clicked on ‘The Board’ header, quickly scrolling past the section and image of Leia until I found Cora’s. I was met with a professional business styled photo of her smiling softly at the camera. I had to admit it was a good picture…or perhaps it was the subject matter. Those pretty green eyes were full of so much innocence. Her long black hair framed her dainty face nicely. She might have looked a little better if she’d put some makeup on though.

And her wardrobe could do with spicing up, blazers didn’t suit her. She’d look much more tempting in a button up blouse and pencil skirt. My eyes skimmed over the small paragraph about her, it didn’t offer much useful information to me. She’d been with the company for five years and worked her way quickly through the rank’s blah blah blah. I needed to think about my next move carefully and with a level head. Heading to my bedroom to change, I decided I’d go for a jog around the block. Exercise helped me think.

I’d been in the same position for the better part of four years and it was only natural to want more. I wanted to progress, I wanted total control of The First Order. But Snoke stood in the way of that, the old man wasn’t looking to step down anytime soon and even when he did there was no guarantee he would hand the company over to me. He trusted me for the most part, but I didn’t trust him anymore. I had at that start when I was younger and naïve but now there was an alarming number of red flags. Snoke had expanded the company to other countries, selling them weapons and security. But then he’d also started selling weapons to smaller terrorist groups, groups that could threaten the security of this country. It was a part of my job to ensure the safety of this country and its citizens.

There was also probably embezzlement and bribery. I’d kept quiet about it in order to keep my job so perhaps I was just as bad. However, if I wanted to expose him, I’d need evidence. And right now, I didn’t have anything that would hold up in a court. And then there was the issue of exposing him itself. If I were to do it, it had to be in a way that didn’t bring me backlash or worse. If Snoke had ties to terrorists, he probably had ties to other people that were just as bad. Snoke could likely make a person disappear if he wanted. He had no issue firing staff for the smallest of reasons. Thankfully I wasn’t the only staff member who wanted Snoke out of the picture. The head of Missiles and Fire Control, Armitage Hux was also on board. However, there were other heads of departments that we couldn’t trust. Mainly Tarkin and Krennic.

They’d been with the company since Snoke built it so the three of them were pretty close. I’m sure they had crimes of their own, but I’d find that out eventually. Suddenly it all seemed to click in to place. Cora would be my way of exposing them. The Resistance would kill for a story as big as this. And it would grant me safety once everything was out in the open. Even though I’d make sure they kept their source to themselves. It was just a precaution. The only issue was Leia. If she got really interested in the story, she could stick her nose in too far. But she’d have to know the basis to give Cora permission to run the story. It was a risk. And I was already risking enough.

If Cora breached my confidentiality, I’d breach her story. Besides I had no intention of it just being business with her. There was no reason we couldn’t mix business and pleasure. I’d given her my number for a reason. Now I just had more of a reason. I wanted to drag her into my world at full force. I wanted her for my own selfish needs and fantasies. I’d been looking for a new toy for a while and she ticked all the right boxes. It had been very obvious that night she had very little self confidence in her looks or in the bedroom for that matter. She had an innocence about her that I wanted to corrupt. I wanted to mark her as mine. And I would. I felt I’d made a good impression of myself last night and this morning. I’d turned up the charm for this exact reason. She’d be a fool to say no to me now.

I finished my jog, heading for the shower. I took a quick one, washing myself off and quickly going over my hair. I dried off and changed into clean clothes. My phone buzzed, the sound a little more muffled as it rested on the bed. It was nothing important, just an email notification. I brought up Coras number and wrote out a quick message before hitting send. I know who you are. Three dots appeared meaning she was typing. I waited, sitting on the edge of my bed. Cora And what? You're gonna threaten me now? That is what people say about you. Oh. So she'd done her research too. Clever girl. I should have expected it what with her job. It was her job and her nature to be nosey. Unfortunately I did have a reputation with my short temper.

I don’t threaten those I like. The three dots appeared again. She seemed like she’d be easy to wind up. Cora Well after discovering the truth, I’m not so keen on you anymore. Bullshit. If that were the truth, she wouldn’t have text me back. She wouldn’t have kept this conversation going. You liked me a lot last night. The dots appeared, disappeared and then reappeared again. They stayed on the screen for a few minutes and then vanished again. I smirked; she knew she couldn’t deny it. I decided to make this a little easier for her, she was going to a stubborn one. I liked you a lot last night and that hasn’t changed with what's come to light. That was mostly the truth. I was still determined to have her.

Cora Why would a man who is clearly pro war and god knows what else, be interested in me? A woman who works for a magazine who exposes criminals, who is anti-war, who is pro feminism? My line of work didn’t necessarily define my views. It just gave people ideas of my views. I’m not pro war, wars just happen to be very lucrative. So when are you free next? I was thinking we could do dinner. Cora I’ll pass. Shame. She’d cave in eventually though. I’d make sure of it.

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Over the next two weeks I went out of my way to text her every morning and evening. And every time she responded. She was playing hard to get and she was indeed stubborn. But if I really was bothering her, she would have blocked my number by now. I’d started to create a mental note or list of things I wanted to do to her when finally she caved in. I think first I’d have to tie her hands behind her back, put her over my knee and spank the stubbornness out of her. And if that still didn’t stop her smart comments perhaps, I’d fuck her throat until she’d learned her lesson. She’d look good with my cock down her throat, gagging on it with tears in her pretty green eyes.

It was hard no to get distracted at work with all these fantasies. Hux was starting to notice just how distracted I was. “Will you focus Ren? I can see your looking through me not at me,” Armitage snapped. I blinked, snapping myself out of my dirty thoughts and returned my focus to him. He was going over the latest project he’d been working on. Something called Starkiller. Hux sighed, knowing that he still didn’t have my full attention. “Something's bothering you,” he announced. “What? Nothing's bothering me.” “Normally I have your attention and you aren’t checking your phone every half an hour.”

I suppose I had been checking my phone more often than usual. No toy before Cora had ever held out this long, they would have caved within the first few days. But Cora’s stubbornness continued to amaze me. “I’m guessing it’s a toy that’s gotten you so distracted?” Hux asked. “Potential toy. She’s making this harder than it needs to be.” “Or perhaps she isn't as interested as you think?” “Trust me, she's interested.” “If you say so. But for now, I’d love your full attention.” As if to prove a point I made a show of turning my phone off and putting it on the table. Hux smiled and resumed going over his blueprints with me.

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casuallydeliciousphilosopher · 6 years

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Fic Prompt 3: “It’s three in the morning.” Requested by an anon.

So, there were a lot of places this could have gone, but I decided to make it fluffy and happy. So ensues an established, in-the-know Deckerstar sickfic. Bonus kudos to you if you pick up on the tiny Spiderman reference hiding in here ;) Enjoy!

Chloe was pulled from her dreams when the feeling of a large hand shaking her shoulder began to rouse her from the wonderful haze of sleep. Nothing hurt when she was asleep, but now that she was being pulled into consciousness she was quickly reminded of the pain radiating through her skull, the unbearable itch in the back of her throat, the uncomfortable twist in her stomach; and most of all, the overwhelming cold that made her body rack with an involuntary shudder. She slowly cracked an eye open, the glaring red numbers on her alarm clock cutting through the dark like a lighthouse cutting through the ocean fog. She groaned when she read the time, burying her face deeper into her pillow as she prayed that sleep would return to her quickly, lest she be forced to lay there in pain until the sun eventually rose. She’d only just began to relax once more when the hand was shaking her shoulder again, pulling a grumpy grumble from the sleepy detective.

“Chloe?” A concerned voice broke the silence quietly, and she groaned at the noise, her head throbbing painfully. “You need to wake up, darling.” The voice continued, and it took her a moment to register just whose voice it was, but the thick British accent was a dead giveaway.

“It’s three in the morning,” Chloe grumbled before burying her head deeper into her pillow in hopes that it would do something to help dull Lucifer’s voice which was much too loud at the moment.

“Yes, I’m aware, but —”

“No buts. Go away,” Chloe cut Lucifer off before he could continue. Why didn’t her boyfriend seem to understand that humans needed significantly more sleep than angels did? Under normal circumstances she would’ve been able to tolerate him, but not right now, everything hurt and it was just so cold. She momentarily wondered if Lucifer stole all of the blankets from her for the umpteenth time this week, but her train of thought was cut short by another viscous bought of chills.

“Darling,” Lucifer spoke up once again, his hand wrapping around her upper arm as he rolled her onto her back with ease despite her groaning protests and her feeble struggling. “You need to take more medicine. It’s been six hours,” Lucifer continued, his voice pounding against her skull just before she heard the click of a bedside lamp being turned on and light flooded through the room, making her squint painfully as she let out another groan. She slowly managed to recollect her memories of the previous day, her and Lucifer were supposed to go on a date, but she’d felt like crap and when she took her temperature she’d quickly learned that she had a one-hundred and one-degree fever. She’d taken the proper medications and went about her day despite the discomfort, she couldn’t shirk her responsibilities just because she had the flu. But as the day went on her condition only worsened, and by the time only a few hours remained until she was supposed to meet up with her boyfriend she’d accepted that she was in no condition for a night out.

She’d called him after that to cancel their plans, immediately earning a volley of questions that she’d been forced to answer; she’d reassured him that he’d done nothing wrong, that everything was alright, and no, her car had not broken down again. Of course, Lucifer was so insistent that she eventually just came out with it and told him that she was down with a cold, probably the same one that Trixie had a mere three days ago. She’d told him time and time again that he should just stay at Lux, she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself; and besides, Trixie would more than pleased with the opportunity to ‘play doctor’. But of course he’d refused to listen to her, and a mere thirty minutes later he was at her doorstep with a styrofoam container filled with chicken noodle soup and a concerned expression plastered across his face. She had to admit that he’d been more than helpful despite his minimal experience dealing with sick humans, and he’d done a pretty decent job overall; if anything he was too concerned.

He’d tried to convince her to go to the doctor more times than she cared to recall, and then he meticulously read over each label adorning the bottles of medication that Chloe had been taking, and she’d found it adorable that the big bad devil was so worried about a little cold. But at this point, his unnecessary coddling was becoming incredibly frustrating. She needed sleep more than she needed another mouthful of fever reducers and cough syrup. She grumbled sleepily when Lucifer shoved a thermometer into her mouth, earning herself a very motherly response of, “Well do you want to get better or not?”. As soon as it started beeping and Lucifer took a look at it he made a discontented humming noise before immediately turning to the various bottles of pills and syrups spread out across the nightstand beside him.

Before she knew it Chloe was being handed two large blue pills and a small plastic cup filled with bright red ‘cherry’ flavored cough syrup. “Why are you torturing me like this?” She mumbled grumpily as she managed to sit up. Chloe lifted the flimsy plastic cup to her lips and grimaced as she swallowed the thick concoction that definitely didn’t taste like any cherry she’d ever encountered during her thirty-six years on this planet. “Should’ve let me stay asleep.” She added resentfully when he offered her a glass of water.

“I’m only looking out for you,” Lucifer replied softly while she gratefully took a long sip of the water, happy to wash the taste of the cough syrup away. “We both know I’d never be able to forgive myself if your feeble human body gave out on my watch.” He continued as she popped both of the pills into her mouth before swallowing them down with several gulps of water.

“I’m not feeble,” Chloe grumbled before downing the last dredges of water in her glass. She shoved the glass vaguely in Lucifer’s direction and groaned when another sharp pain resonated through her skull.

“Not typically.” Her boyfriend replied as he took the glass from her before immediately continuing, “But I’m reconsidering at the moment.”.

Chloe growled under her breath as she flopped back against the bed, pulling the covers up over her head as she turned so that she was facing away from her boyfriend. “Jerk.” She mumbled, earning a soft chuckle from the man just before she heard the bedside lamp click off and felt him lay back down beside her.

“Well, goodnight to you too darling.”

The sunlight filtering through the drapes was what finally woke Chloe up, she slowly blinked in the light, thankfully realizing that she didn’t feel nearly as bad as she did last night. Her throat was still a little raw and she still felt nauseous, but considering how she felt yesterday she was willing to call that a win. The next thing that she registered was the absolutely heavenly smell filling her room, just a hint of vanilla mixed with something buttery; it was almost enough to pique her nonexistent appetite. The muted sound of Trixie’s laughter reached her ears, and it was enough to spur her to get up out of bed, she quickly freshened up a bit in the bathroom before padding downstairs.

“Good morning mommy!” Trixie’s bright voice greeted her the second she stepped into the kitchen, the sound immediately pulling Lucifer’s attention from the bowl of batter before him as he quickly looked over at her before flashing her one of his trademark grins. Chloe returned his smile quickly as she closed the distance between herself and her daughter who was currently perched at the kitchen bar.

“Hey, baby,” Chloe greeted her child, giving her a quick hug before sitting down beside her. “What’s going on in here?” She asked as she turned her attention back to her boyfriend, he opened his mouth to reply but Trixie was answering before he could get a word out.

“Lucifer’s making waffles!” Trixie exclaimed, a gappy smile filling her face, and Chloe chuckled softly at her daughter’s overwhelming enthusiasm.

“Of course you have to make waffles when I feel too sick eat them,” Chloe shook her head as she fixed her gaze on her boyfriend.

“It was what the little miscreant desired,” Lucifer defended when the waffle iron beeped and he turned around to tend to it. “I promise I’ll make it up to you when you’re feeling better.” He added, his voice holding a sultry undertone that alluded to the promise of ‘breakfast in bed’ in the near future. “Speaking of, it’s time,” Lucifer added, his tone apologetic as he turned to face her, plucking the dreaded thermometer out of his shirt’s breast pocket before holding it out towards her.

Chloe took the tiny device with a reluctant sigh, turning it on with the push of a button before obediently tucking it under her tongue. Thirty seconds seemed to drag on for an eternity as Lucifer tended to breakfast and Trixie impatiently fidgeted in her chair. Chloe was relieved when the thermometer finally beeped, pulling it from her mouth and letting out a breath of relief when she noticed that it read 97.9 degrees, perhaps Lucifer would stop forcing cough syrup and pills down her throat now. Her boyfriend took the thermometer from her a moment later, the concern on his features relaxing as he read the numbers on the display. “How are you feeling?” He questioned quietly as he rested the plastic device on the kitchen island.

“A lot better. Nauseous. But better,” Chloe answered honestly as Lucifer reached out, resting one of his hands on top of hers, his thumb brushing back and forth across her skin slowly as he nodded softly at her words.

“Do you want anything?”

Chloe mulled over the question for a moment before responding, “Coffee sounds good.”.

A smile grew on Lucifer’s face at her answer, a quiet half-chuckle escaping him. “Perhaps orange juice instead?” He offered, and although the thought of going without her morning caffeine made her good spirits deflate a bit she knew that Lucifer was right, some vitamin C would do her good. Chloe nodded her agreement a moment later, smiling when her boyfriend squeezed her hand gently before pulling away and returning his attention to breakfast.

It only took a short moment for Lucifer to finish the last waffle and present Trixie with her plate, earning a squeal of delight from the child who dug into the food like a ravenous pack of wolves. Lucifer took his seat beside Chloe a moment later, his own helping of waffles and a tall glass of orange juice in hand. They all settled into a comfortable silence as they focused on their food, and Chloe managed to make it halfway through her glass of orange juice before her eyes settled on the neon green numbers on the microwave. She spluttered into her glass in shock, immediately earning a concerned glance from both her daughter and her boyfriend as they stopped eating to stare at her for a moment.

“It’s ten thirty! Monkey, you were supposed to be at school two hours ago,” Chloe explained, her words coming out in a jumbled rush as she quickly got out of her chair, silently cursing the fact that she was still in pajamas and would have to change before rushing her little one off to school. However, before she could even begin to make her way towards her bedroom to put on some suitable clothes Lucifer’s hand was resting on her upper arm in an almost reassuring manner.

“Darling, it’s alright. I called her in sick today,” Lucifer spoke up the moment her eyes settled on his face. The words made Chloe pause for a second before immediately shaking her head as she stared her partner down through narrowed eyes.

“Lucifer, I have work in a few hours. Maze is out on a job. Nobody is going to be around to watch her,” Chloe explained, her voice growing tense as she stepped out from under his touch. She knew that he meant well, but God, sometimes he really just made things worse. She only made it a few feet towards the staircase before she heard Lucifer let out a lofty sigh as the legs of his chair scraped against the ground, announcing that he’d abandoned his seat.

“Chloe,” Lucifer’s voice broke the quiet with ease, his tone blatantly authoritative. It was the use of her first name, and the way her boyfriend’s stern voice demanded to be acknowledged, that made her stop in her tracks. “I called you in sick as well.” He explained, his voice growing much gentler as she felt his hand rest lightly on her shoulder. Chloe immediately turned at the admission, her mouth opening to protest the decision, but before she could get a word out Lucifer was resting his index finger against her lips, effectively shushing her. “I know that you’re too strong to show it, but you’re in pain.” He stated, and even though part of her wanted to deny his words, Chloe knew that he was right. She felt much better, but she was still tired, and sore, and probably more dehydrated than she cared to admit. “You need some time to rest and your body needs to recover,” Lucifer added, and she felt the last of her resolve to conquer the day crumble. She had to admit, it would be nice to take a day to relax, especially after pushing herself so hard yesterday. “And what better way to accomplish that than to spend the whole day with your spawn and your friendly neighborhood Satan?” Chloe laughed at the question, but her laugh quickly turned into a cough and Lucifer pulled her into his chest as he rubbed tiny, soothing circles against the small of her back.

As soon as Chloe recovered from the unexpected onslaught she mumbled her thanks to her boyfriend, who placed a kiss against her forehead before releasing her. Breakfast continued without a hitch from there on, Trixie was excited to have the day off, and she kept pestering the adults with questions about what they were going to do. Chloe was thankful that Lucifer shot down all of her daughter’s more ambitious suggestions, and eventually, Trixie’s begging managed to reduce the former Lord of Hell to an agreement of a Disney movie binge.

It didn’t take long for the small family to migrate to the living room, and Trixie had already amassed a small mountain of titles that she wanted to watch by the time Lucifer had provided Chloe with a small nest of blankets and pillows on the couch that she happily settled into before curling into Lucifer’s side as he sat down beside her. Trixie popped Beauty and the Best into the DVD player before cuddling into Chloe’s free side. The Detective didn’t pay much attention to the movie, she was more focused on the feeling of Lucifer’s fingers trailing lazy patterns across her bare forearms, but eventually, she succumbed to the ever-growing weight dragging her eyelids down.

She came to for a brief moment when someone jostled her, earning a quick apology from her boyfriend that she barely heard over ‘Under the Sea’ that was currently blaring through the TV speakers, but sleep pulled her back under before she could even think to utter a response. She wasn’t sure what time it was when she came to again, but when she cracked open her eyes she immediately noticed Moana playing on the television, and the heartwarming image of her boyfriend sitting on the ground beside her daughter as the two worked on Trixie’s latest coloring book together. She managed to stay conscious long enough to watch a few scenes, and Chloe smiled when Lucifer sang along to Maui’s song. The last thing she heard before sleep reclaimed her were Lucifer’s modified lyrics, “What can I say except you’re welcome, for the sun, the stars, free will. Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re welcom—”.

The next time Chloe came to she found Lucifer laying down on the couch beside her, his arms wrapped around her waist as he drew in deep, slow breaths. And, much to her delight, she quickly realized that the surreal warmth engulfing her was coming from the fluffy white cocoon of wings that were currently covering her from the midsection down. She smiled giddily at the sight, a yawn escaping her before she slowly freed one of her arms, careful not to jostle Lucifer in his sleep before reaching down and stroking her index finger down the length of one of his primaries. She made sure to be gentle, and to stroke only in a downward motion, she still remembered the first time she’d touched his wings, and the important lesson she’d learned that day as though it had happened just hours ago and not months upon months.

“Can I…can I touch them?” Chloe breathed quietly as she stepped forward, her hand reaching out towards the gorgeous, stunning white wings that were spread at Lucifer’s sides. How could he say that he was the Devil? He was the most angelic creature that she’d ever laid eyes on. She knew that she should probably be scared, she should have already fallen on her knees and begged God for forgiveness for any sins she’d ever committed, but the fear just didn’t exist; awe on the other hand, well, there was plenty of that to go around.

“If you want to…” Lucifer replied, his voice tight and almost unsure as he shifted his weight in a way that made Chloe think that he was nervous or something. She didn’t think about Lucifer’s reaction for too long though, because a moment later her fingertips were gracing his feathers and she was drawing in a shuddering breath at the feeling. She wanted to compare them to silk, but she knew that wasn’t right; no, they were like some mix of satin and velvet that was so much softer than anything she’d ever felt in her life. She quickly noticed Lucifer’s shaky inhale just before his voice broke the silence once more, “Just be careful abo—”.

He didn’t get to finish before Chloe was dragging her hand back up his feathers, sucking in a rough breath as she felt one of her fingers catch on one of his primaries, blood staining his feather and trickling over her finger almost immediately. “About that,” Lucifer finished as he reached out, taking her hand in both of his and immediately applying pressure to the pad of her finger in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

“You cut me?” Chloe questioned, her voice taking on an indignant tone as she glared up at the supposedly ‘fallen’ angel.

“I didn’t mean to,” Lucifer replied immediately, his voice apologetic as he began to lead her over to the bar. “They’re weapons, they’re sharp.” He explained as he gestured for her to take a seat at one of the barstools before settling down on the one beside her.

“W-weapons?” She stammered slightly, confusion engulfing her for a moment as all of this new information about angels, and God, and an afterlife overwhelmed her temporarily. Lucifer hummed an affirmative as he grabbed a bottle of amber liquid and quickly poured a few drops over her cut, making her wince at the sting before he was putting pressure on the wound once again.

“Angels aren’t fluffy, harmless little creatures frolicking about in the clouds, Detective,” Lucifer explained gently, his eyes meeting hers before he continued, “They’re highly trained, very dangerous soldiers.”.

“Dangerous,” Chloe muttered under her breath as she quickly glanced at the marble floor beneath her. The word felt wrong when it was applied to Lucifer; he was her partner, her friend, and she hoped, one day in the future, maybe something more. But that had been before this sudden realization that he had wings, that he was apparently the Devil. She silently wondered if her and Lucifer could ever work now that she knew what he was. But had anything actually changed? He was still just Lucifer. Right?

Before she could wander too far down that train of thought she felt a finger wrap under her chin, tilting her head back up so she could look him in the eyes. “Not to you, darling,” Lucifer breathed, his voice gentle and his expression beseeching. “Never to you.” He added, and Chloe believed him, she did. She knew that Lucifer prided himself on his honesty, and she’d never seen him so earnest before. The Devil may be dangerous, but he wasn’t dangerous to her.

Chloe smiled at the memory as she lifted her hand and ran it over the strong band of muscles lining the top of his wing, making Lucifer nuzzle his face deeper into her hair as he made a muffled grumbling noise. She knew that he’d woken up when she felt him press a kiss against the top of her head before loosening his grip on her so he could pull back enough to look at her. “How are you feeling?” He rumbled, his voice still thick with sleep as he lifted his arm and ran his thumb across her cheekbone softly.

“Good,” Chloe answered honestly. She actually felt good as new, and she silently thanked Lucifer for taking the initiative to call her in sick today. She turned her head slightly to glance out of one of her windows, delighted to find that the sun was still up. Perhaps they could all do something with Trixie before returning to their regular schedules tomorrow, that was, after some ‘grown-up alone time’ with her boyfriend. “So…I’m feeling better…” Chloe trailed off suggestively, giving Lucifer a sultry smile as she pulled her hand from his wing and ran her fingers through his unruly dark hair.

Lucifer hummed softly at her words, placing a kiss against her forehead before pulling back slightly. “Do you want me to go make you waffles?” He questioned, his voice holding a teasing tone as his wings drew her body tighter against his own.

Chloe smiled at the question, biting her lower lip and shaking her head as she returned her hand to Lucifer’s wing. “I think I’m more in the mood for a little dessert.” She replied as she buried her fingers deep into the fluffy, harmless down feathers lining the underside of his wing before tugging on them lightly, earning a deep groan from the Devil as his wing spasmed slightly.

“You insatiable little minx,” Lucifer growled before tilting her chin up and kissing her softly. Chloe smiled at the familiar feeling of smooth lips and rough stubble; she dragged her hand through his fluffy down feathers one last time before Lucifer pulled her hand away, pinning it above her head as he quietly rumbled, “So, are we in the mood for chocolate or vanilla?”.

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steampunk-magicalgirl · 7 years

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I ship it!

Alright guys! It seems like we unfortunately won’t be getting any big celebration for TAU’s birthday this year. That doesn’t stop me from celebrating it in my own way though, so here’s a fanfic thats been sitting in my head for about two years now, enjoy!

(Also, just a note, Timothy is a r!Henry)

on ao3

Timothy Jackson, 15 years old was, in their own opinion, one of the best writers that had ever been born on planet earth! They had written both comedies and tragedies, made people of all ages both laugh and cry, and now, finally, their latest work had been completed. In just a few minutes it would be posted online for the world to see, and Timothy would finally receive all the praise and glory that they knew they deserved. Anticipation filled the room as Timothy carefully typed out the words that would make up the summary of the story.

‘Human! Alcor, human! Woodsman, high school-coffee shop au!’ they wrote ‘When a young student named Alcor looks for a new job in the town’s coffee shop what will happen when he meets his new super handsome manager? Will their love blossom despite the rest of the cruel world’s disapproval? Read to find out.’

They did not add the classic ‘fic better than summary’ comment that most authors liked to use. They knew they didn’t need it, Timothy’s summary was perfect! Just like the rest of their carefully crafted masterpiece. Sure, Woodcore might not have been the most popular ship around at the moment, but surely that would change as soon as people read this fanfic. Alcor and The Woodsman were perfect together, they knew it! People just needed a little help to realize what Timothy had already seen long ago.

They smiled to themselves as they pressed the button for publishing stories and made their hard work public. As soon as the story appeared on the screen Timothy refreshed the page to see if they´d gotten any reviews. When they hadn’t they refreshed again, and again, and again until their cat Mason decided to jump up on Timothy’s desk and sit in front of the computer screen, effectively blocking Timothy’s view in the process.

“Mason get down!” Timothy ordered, however the cat didn’t even seem fazed at all, in fact it simply laid down in front of the computer and started to lick at its paws, Timothy sighed and moved out of their chair to pick Mason up and carry him out of the room. As soon as Timothy and Mason walked out into the hallway they were met by Timothy’s mom.

“Oh hello darling” she said “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to help me make dinner?”

“What are we eating?” Timothy asked her, “We’re making hamburgers.” Their mom answered “I thought you might want to help me fry them…”

“YES I DO!” Timothy happily exclaimed, and soon all thoughts of going back to the computer to refresh the page again were forgotten in favour of making dinner with mom, and when Timothy finally got back to their room after the meal they simply turned off the computer, and went to sleep.

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The next day after school Timothy threw their bag onto the bed as soon as they got home and eagerly logged on to their computer. Surely somebody had to have read their fic by now. They probably had a million kudos, maybe even a few reviews! Oh how they wished somebody was there so they could share their excitement, but Mason was nowhere to be seen at the moment, although that was probably a good thing considering what had happened yesterday. Timothy´s heart raced as they opened up the site where they posted all their fanfics, and just as they thought, somebody had left a review! Oh this was perfect, everything Timothy had always wanted would soon be delivered to them, all the glory and praise that the Twin Souls fandom could offer was just a click with the mouse away! Timothy opened up the review…. And their heart sank

‘umm not to be rude but this was kind of awful, I almost feel sorry for you! Alcor was just so out of character and I found at least a thousand spelling errors. Again I don’t want to be an asshole but I think you should practice you´re writing more before you publish anything, just some friendly advice lol! Then again, what would you expect from someone who writes woodcore? Micor is just so much better, plus it´s cannon‘

Timothy was shocked, how could somebody say that to them? After all their hard work, this was it? Was this really how the fandom would remember them? Just another failed author like so many others before them? No that couldn’t be it, obviously this person didn’t know what they were talking about. After all they seemed to believe that Micor was somehow superior to Woodcore. Their bad taste had to be reason why they were being so rude, people just couldn’t accept that Timothy’s fic was better than cannon, and thus they got mad at them. That had to be it, that had to be the reason, Timothy decided! Well then, if they wouldn’t accept a ship unless it was cannon, then it was a good thing that Timothy was such a good matchmaker… at least in their own opinion.

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Dipper was bored, and considering that he was an ultra-powerful demon who could alter reality at his will and make anything he wanted (well almost anything) happen with a snap of his fingers, that was really saying a lot. So when he felt the familiar tug of a summons, one that felt vaguely like he should already know the summoner, he didn’t hesitate to follow it! It felt too weak to be Mizar summoning him. He thought that maybe Cassie had managed to find his circle again and needed some homework help, or maybe it was a cult that had summoned him before that he´d just forgotten about, however he wasn’t prepared for what actually met him the moment he appeared over the circle. He was in somebody´s bedroom. That much was obvious from the bed standing behind him and the posters on the walls and, oh God was that a Twin Souls movie poster? Dipper immediately felt on edge, as he looked down to face whoever had summoned him, and was once again taken aback at what he saw. The child was young, probably in their mid-to-late teens, they had dark skin and bright blue hair, and was wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks (Dipper had to admit, they had good taste in fashion), but what really caught the demons attention was the antlers crowning their head.

“w̞͚̕hy̤̟̖̬̝͜ ̡͔̞̤h̢͓ͅa̶͖̻͖v̵̗̻̞͉̘e͢ ̸̹̳̱̪ͅy͔̜͞o̠̘u̢͖̫ ̯̺͕͍̦͙ͅsư͖̯̯̠̭͔m̰̼̪̭̺̱̖m͢o̷n̻̘e̘͔̗̳̲͟d͏͕͖̩̖ ̼̮̥͚͚͙̦͘m̥̺̤̣̯̘e̸͈ͅ?” Dipper asked, because this child might have his brothers’ soul, but they also had Twin Souls posters on all their walls and Dipper didn’t want to take any chances.

“Oh great, hot and powerful Alcor!” the child spoke “I have summoned you here because I wish to help aid you in your great quest for love!”

…. Okaaaay that was weird and not at all what Dipper had expected. The shock must have been visible on his face, because the child looked worriedly at him and asked

“Is everything okay Al? You don’t look very good, are you sick?”

Dipper just sighed.

”l͚͓̟̱̻̠o̪͎ok̺̣̰̭ ͚̫ki̘̥̮̮͕d̩̱̘͚̫̘̬” Dipper began, “I ̹d̠͈o ̱͕̳̪̮͇̲n͕͕̩̖͙o͍̻̠̝̳t̠̻̫̻̳̳ ̬͇̭̬̪͎n̹ee͙̰̲d̬ ̖̺̯y͈͙͚͈o̭̪̯̘̰u̺̺r ̻̤ͅͅh̗͔͉̠̣̘e̺̪̲̞lp̣̭,̹̼̤̥ ̤͍̮̰̺I̲͖͕̫̲̮ ͙͈̝a̪͎͔̲m̼͚̼̝̯ ̗̭̬̘͕̣̰n̲͙o͓̺ͅt ͙͇͓̻̖͚͓i̬̻̤̗̳n̞͙v͍̖̭͎̖̘̱o͇l̙v̙̥̬̝͔͙̹e̞̥̹̞͚d̳͔̯ ͉͎̫̘̫͔͈i͍̲n̦̖̪͔̥̗ ̪͙̰̜a̮̜̲͎͇̯ny̗̣ͅ

ġ͉r̼͎̘̩̰e̟̹͇͛ͥą̒̔̊̌t͙̙ͨͪͮ͗ ̖̮̦̝̙̐̓͆́qͭ̓̋̔ͯͮu̺ͨͮ̏ͬ̉ͅě͓̘̱̰͈̼s̻̭̹͗̊t͆̆ͣ̐͛̾͛̕ ̳̗̩̓̓̌ͫf̭͔͔̼̟̗̞ͭ̃̃̽̒̕o̢̭̲̙̻̻̣ͯͦ̔̏͐r͙̉ͯ͛̒͠ ̖̌ͤl̻̻͖ͯ̂ͮ̊̔̚ȏ͍̟̅̓͗͟v̸̠̹̾̇e͇͕̠̝̦͌̈́͆͊͑̽ a̘͈̭͖̣̰n̥͓̳̱̳͓̝d̖̯͈ ̲̼n̺̯̦o̠. ̜̗Iț͙̙̫´̗̦s͍̘̹͇ ̗͓̪͕n͕o̬͓t͇̥̳̫ͅ ̪b̼̞e̟̳̞̺͎̥c͇͙̥̱̻̬͎aṵ̥͕͎se̦̺̘ ̤̬̮͚͙̞M͕̯͉͚̙̤̩i͈̜̞z̲͉̱̖̝͇͎a̤r͓͔̜̬̗̟̞ a̟͍͖͎̫͈n̺̤͉͔̪d͔͍̟̜̗̭͚ ̖̻I̟̪ a̮r̳̞ͅe͕̳͚ ̹̲̭̩͖͍͖a̪̖̞͔̥͖ͅl̙͍r̭e̝̼͈̥a̙̝͉͈ḍ̩y̭̭̺͎̯̖ ̱̦̮̣͚͎̟d̪̼̻̼a̞̥̫̞̙̳͎t̙̼̲i͕̩̲̼̗̻̳n̦̗͚̥̹g̮͉̬͎͙ ͈̩͔in͓̯ ̫͎̤f͔ͅac͍̝̗̺͇ṭ̩̠̟ ̼͎̭̰̞I´͔m͈̝̜̘̦̬̻ ̱̫n̮͙͔̘̺̖͚o͍͎͕͓̪t̰͚̣̯̠ ͚̮̜̩̖e͙v̩̣̝ͅe̘̺̰n̪̣̭ ̩͎̣͕i͚͈̖n̲̹̘t̜̖͙̜ͅͅͅer͓̭̪͙͈̱͎e̜s͚̠̻t̻̯͇͈̘e̦̖̫d͕̥ i̮̥̮ͅn̤̣̲̦̲̬̺-”

The child cut him off before he could finish his sentence

“pffft I know that! As if you and Mizar could ever be a real couple. It’s so obviously not happening, I don’t even get why people bother to ship you two in the first place.”

Well that was DEFINITELY not what Dipper had expected. Just a few moments before he’d been ready to just leave and get out of there as fast as possible, but he was now curious, perhaps this child did have something worthy of his time to offer after all (and even if not, just spending some time with his brother would be nice)

“Okay ̴th̀en,̡ t͜e͢ll̴ m̕e ̕Eͮ͊X̅͊ͯͪ͗̓A̔͂̐̿̋Ċ̛̓̓T̨ͣ̀̏̓L̀ͧ͌Y̅͋͑ͩͭ wh̨at y͞o̡u w̢ant.̵” ̂ͥ̆̿̚Dipper demanded, adjusting his position in the air so that he was floating cross-legged above the circle.

“Easy,“ the child said with a confident and knowing expression on their face “I know who you really love. And I´m guessing you haven’t confessed to him yet because you’re too shy. So, I´m offering to help coach you, trust me I’m great at encouraging people, and in return you could… uh, I dunno, make sure the fandom knows you love him I guess? And put an end to Micor ones and for all, what do you say?” the child took a step forward and reached out their hand to Dipper, seemingly ready to shake on it. Dipper had to admit that their offer was tempting, he´d love to see Micor shippers finally realize that it wasn’t cannon and leave him alone, however there was one detail in what the child had said that was bothering him

“And̕ ͠w͝h͢o, i̴f҉ ̴I ͝mąy̵ aşk, ͜is ̨i͝t t̷hat ͠you ̷thìnk̢ ҉I͏ ͞l̸o͠ve̴?”

The child grinned at him

“The Woodsman of course!” they exclaimed and nooooooo, nope not doing this, Dipper was so DONE with this!

“u̷͘m̨m͏͞ ̵̸y͢͏e͘͏a̵h͏̢,͟ ̴̨t̛h͘͠a̷͠͝t̡̀̕´̸s̛͟..͡.̡̛ ̛͜N͏̀͡o̡҉͏t̡̕͠ ̶̀h̨͠͞a͘҉̡p̡̧p̀͝é́n̵̡i͞n͞g̵̕.͘ ̷͏S̷o̧r҉r̕͜y͏̷̨ ̢́k͟i̛͠d͏̴͘!̧” “But wait!” the child cried out in shock, but Dippers form was already getting blurry, and before they could say more, he vanished.

Well so much for spending time with his brother. Oh well, there´d be more chances, hopefully Henry’s next incarnation wouldn’t be as weird as this one.

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Timothy stared in disbelief at the circle where Alcor had been floating just moments earlier. Why had he left? Did Timothy say something wrong? He probably got overwhelmed by happiness when Timothy understood his feelings, and got so confused he had to leave and gather his thoughts. Or maybe just being summoned like this finally gave him the courage to confess his love, and he left to do it immediately! That had to be it, totally!

Timothy smiled proudly to themselves, knowing that they had been able to help Alcor with his love problems. And now all that was left to do was wait for the demon to make his affair public, in the meantime though, Timothy had more fanfics to write, and this summoning had given them the perfect fic idea. It would require some really good writing skills to get it perfect though. Oh well, good thing Timothy was such a good writer…

… In their own opinion!

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zalgo transcriptions for those who need it:

"why have you summoned me?" "I do not need your help, I am not involved in any great quest for love, and no it's not because Mizar and I are already dating in fact I'm not even interested in-" "okay, then tell me EXACTLY what you want" "and who, if I may ask, is it that you think I love?" "umm yeah that's... not happening. Sorry kid"

#gravity falls #transcendence au #gravity falls transcendence au #dipper pines #henry pines #My writing #fanfic

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