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honeynutouran · 3 years

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Me too (Kirishima x Reader)

Summary: You have had a crush on Kirishima since you started going to UA but you never said anything. Now third years you have a long weekend and you and your friends decide to go on a road trip.

Word count: 1.8k

Kirishima x GN reader

Y/N = your name

A/N: I haven't written in a hot minute so I wrote this up feeling the need to write. Sorry if its not the best I just wanted to post something for you guys. Also I suck at endings so I apologize.

Warnings: some cursing, one bed and fluff. (If there are any other warnings please reach out to me so I know)

UNEDITED

Being best friends with Bakugou Katsuki had its perks like he would help you study because “If you won’t leave me alone might as well keep up with me.” (His exact words) And you got to hang out with his other friends and his other best friend, Kirishima.

Bakugou has noticed that you have had a liking for Kirishima and would not drop it. “God, just say something to shitty hair already, I am sick of you staring at him all the time. I’m trying to teach you this new move listen dumbass.” He said to you when he caught you staring at Kirishima during training.

“I was admiring his form, shut up boom-boom boy.” You spat back, hitting him with your quirk.

“Yeah right, his form, and that didn’t even hurt.” He laughed brushing off where you had hit him.

“I wasn’t aiming to hurt you, dumbass.” You said this time aiming at his head as he tried to dodge your oncoming attack.

A few weeks had passed and you and the rest of your group were planning what you would all do on your next long weekend. Mina insisted you all go on a road trip stopping at her house one night since she had enough room for everyone as long as everyone was cool with sharing sleeping spaces. Everyone agreed it seemed like fun, well almost everyone.

“Why would I want to spend a long weekend with you extras?” Bakugou questioned.

“Bakugoubro, you’ll have a great time with us.” Kaminari smiled a toothy grin to Bakugou and Kirishima joined in.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be very mainly to skip out on time with your friends," Kirishima added.

“Plus, if you don’t hang out with us, who else will put up with you?” Sero chimed in causing everyone but the boy in question to laugh.

“Fine, so you guys stop annoying me.” He gave in and you smiled to yourself thinking about a weekend with your friends and especially with Kirishima.

After getting permission from Aizawa to leave the dorms for the weekend and Sero borrowing his family’s minivan the plan all fell into place.

“We can take turns driving every couple of hours!” Mina exclaimed climbing into the passenger seat next to Sero in the driver’s seat. Behind them in the middle row were Bakugou and Kaminari. You and Kirishima were in the very back because Bakugou claimed he would get car sick in the back (a lie he came up with so you could sit next to Kirishima, unknown to you) and Kaminari claimed he would be best in the middle so he could charge everyone’s phones fairly.

“let me know if you need more room, it would be unmanly of me if I made you uncomfortable.” Kirishima smiled at you as you guys got situated in your seats.

“I’m okay, thanks, Kiri.” You smiled back at him.

After a few hours, you started to feel yourself get more and more tired despite it now being Mina's driving shift and she was not the most graceful driver.

“Hey, Y/N you look pretty tired,” Kirishima whispered.

“hmm.” You nodded in reply your eyelids becoming heavier. You tried to fight the tiredness, but you failed, finally letting the sleep take over.

Kirishima was frozen in place as your head plopped onto his shoulder, he knew that if he moved and woke you up it would be super unmanly. He would never let anyone wake up because of him, especially you. Mina looked in the mirror and smiled at the sight of you and whispered to the rest of the car to look. With that Kirishima blushed when the rest of the boys turned towards you two Kaminari giving him a thumbs up. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the sight but he was secretly happy for his best friends.

After some more time and everyone having driven, you had finally arrived at Mina’s house. “Welcome to my humble abode!” Mina smiled while gesturing toward the house. “It is a little cramped but, we have 2 spare rooms.” She explained.

“So two rooms and six of us?” Sero asked.

“Well three rooms including mine, so two per room. I’m assuming Y/N in my room then the rest of you can split up.” Mina suggested.

“No way am I sleeping in the same room as any of these loud idiots. I’ll be with you raccoon eyes.” Bakugou complained.

“I am not sure my parents will be okay with you in my room Bakugou.” Mina started.

“Parents love me-“ started but was cut off by your laughing.

“Bakugou my parents have known you since you were in diapers, and they cannot stand you sometimes.” You laughed even more.

“Shut up ditz, I don’t want to be stuck with you all night either. I’ll talk to raccoon eyes parents. Also, sparky you cannot room with Y/N last time you guys had a ‘sleepover’ you short-circuited and shocked Y/N and you both had to see recovery girl.” Bakugou reminded you before walking into the house to convince Mina’s parents of his sleeping arrangement.

“Hey, that was awesome, and we were fine.” Kaminari protested.

“It’s okay dude, we can room together, finish out the smash bros tournament we started in the van.” Sero offered, and Kaminari happily agreed.

“Looks like we are roomies.” Kirishima smiled at you pulling his stuff and yours out of the van.

“I can take that.” You said pointing to your bag but, Kirishima shook his head and insisted he got it. “Thanks, Kiri, you really don’t have to though.” You say feeling bad that he is taking your stuff.

“It’s okay Y/N you’re stuck rooming with me, it’s the least I can do.” He offered smiling, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“I am not stuck with you, Kiri you would have been my first choice.” You smile back your face starting to heat up. Kiri looks at you a little too long before he realizes he is holding both your stuff and his own.

“I should go bring these to the room then.” He coughed out walking into the house.

“Well, that damn blasty brat convinced my parents that he would be the best to sleep in my room, so I guess I will show the rest of you where you will be staying.” Mina sighed not looking forward to her sleeping arrangements.

“Hey, I am a delight.” Bakugou yelled from somewhere in the house.

“Yeah, can’t wait. Anyways Kaminari and Sero you guys can take my brother's old room since you won’t mind the smell. Kirishima and Y/N you guys can take the guest bedroom.” Mina said pointing to each room. Kirishima nodded and took your stuff into the guest room upon entering he turned to you his face matching his hair.

“Uh Y/N… there is only one bed. I can ask Mina if she has a spare futon or something if you want me to, it would be super unmanly to make you share the bed with me an-“ you cut off his rambling.

“Kiri, it is okay, the bed is pretty big anyways there is plenty of room I wouldn’t want you to be stuck on the floor. I promise it is okay.” You say hoping he does not realize your face is on fire from the idea of sharing a bed with the boy you have been in love with since your first year at UA.

“Well, if you are sure it is okay.” He says a little unsure himself.

“It is.” You reassure him.

When it was time to go to bed Kirishima was panicking when he was changing into his pajamas, what if he did something to make you uncomfortable or what if he does something stupid, but what he didn’t know is you were having the same worries as you changed in the bathroom. After you finished changing you knocked on the door to see if it was okay to come in.

“I’m changed, you can come in,” Kiri said, turning towards the door when you came in. “What side of the bed do you want?”

“Oh, uh I don’t care either is fine.” You said walking in and closing the door behind you.

“Okay, I will just take the side closer to me then.” He said getting into bed, practically on the edge.

“Kiri, you can move over some more, you don’t have to worry. I would be worried if you fell off the bed.” You laughed at his attempts to be as respectful as possible.

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He explained once again.

“Kiri how many times must I tell you? You could never make me uncomfortable.” You said moving closer to him.

“Are you sure, because what if I like ended up cuddling you or something?” he blushed.

“I would be okay with that.” You admitted hiding your face under the sheets to avoid any further embarrassment. But your surprise Kirishima grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“This is okay?” he asked.

“It is more than okay.” You replied molding yourself into him.

“I’m glad.” He smiled into the back of your head making himself comfortable against your touch. You two quickly fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

At the moment you two were way too happy to be with one another you forgot about the four other members of your group. You were still in Kirishima’s embrace by morning, only have gotten more entangled with each other.

“Shitty hair, ditz get up!” Bakugou yelled as he opened your door. You both bolted up and backed away from each other only to have Bakugou scoff and close the door. “Don’t be late for breakfast.” He said from behind the door.

“We should probably get down there,” Kirishima said scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah but first I gotta do something.” You said scooting closer to Kirishima.

“Do what?” he asked as you got closer.

“This.” You smirked, closing the distance between you two by crashing your lips into his, he quickly caught on and deepened the kiss letting the feelings across that you two have shared for each other for years. “Been wanting to do that for a long time.” You smiled when you broke apart.

“Me too.” He smiled back in his crooked smile. “So does this mean we are dating?”

“I hope so.” You said grabbing his hand and pulling him out of bed.

“Then it does.” He replied as you walked hand in hand to breakfast.

“I CALLED IT!” Mina yelled when you two walked into the kitchen.

“Sero owes me five bucks.” Kaminari said smirking at you two.

“Technically no, because we do not know when this happened.” Sero said to Kaminari making him frown.

“Who cares, can we eat,” Bakugou complained but you could have sworn when no one was looking he smiled to himself. “Told you, you should have told him.” He said to you under his breath.

“Did you know this whole time Katsuki?” you asked.

“Tch, know what?" He replied taking a bite of his food and refusing to keep talking on the matter. Kirishima grabbed your hand once again giving it a small squeeze and smiling at you when you turned your head towards him.

“I’m glad we went on this trip.” He smiled.

“Me too.” You smiled back Kiri.

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whats-rambled-rambled · 3 years

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Long Nights - part 2

Neil x Reader

Chapter 2: Praise you

(see chapter 1)

summary: you found tremendous joy in coming up with new ways to make the lockpicking sessions challenging. And entertaining.

...even if the last part was mostly a one-sided thing.

warnings: 18+, explicit language, teasing, implied smut I guess? oh, and of course - ✨hand content✨

author’s note: Took me a while, but it was fun to write! Didn’t expect it to get this long, but here we are - over 4,2k words of shameless hand content

The song for this chapter is Fatboy Slim - Praise you

Anyway, enjoy! All feedback is greatly appreciated, let me know what you think?

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Tag list: @vaneilla @gallifreyan-uprising @ergunbilge @invertedneil @wanderedaway @truly-insatiable (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list)

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You cracked it.

It took you a good while, though. A whole sleepless night, even.

And half of the morning after that.

But maybe the absolute exhaustion was the key, pun intended.

At first, it boggled your mind so much that you were dangerously close to using brute force just to examine that lock. You tried every technique that you could think of - to no effect. It wasn’t like anything you’d seen before. The mechanism wasn’t responding as usual, it was more like a thing from goddamn Upside Down, or however the fuck that was called.

It became a matter of pride.

The sun had risen over an hour ago and the sunlight was pouring through the gaps in the blinds. Grasping at the last strands of sanity, you decided to take a break. You put on your headphones and danced around your apartment to the sounds of a song with that one bloody line that somehow seemed fitting for this madness.

Is it worth it? Let me work it, I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it

Because it felt exactly like that was what had happened to it. And no amount of cursing and switching tools would help in the face of glitched reality.

And when you sat down at your desk again, with your head so empty that your last brain cell was amusing itself by yodeling and listening to an echo, you bound the first pin. The sound was so distorted it almost startled you. The last thing you needed right then was to break the hook inside the keyway, so you leveled your breath and continued, even though your fingers cramped painfully. That wasn’t enough to stop you. Not as you finally got proof that the task was actually within your reach.

With every click like a backwards version of the sound you knew so well, the next pins got set quicker and smoother. And when you opened the lock, you couldn’t help the cheerful scream that escaped your mouth.

“Fuck yes!” You punched the air, the adrenaline rushing through your veins, the biggest grin lighting up your face.

That’s when you knew there was no way you were going to sleep anytime soon. Besides, you still didn’t know how you managed to convince that device to cooperate. You had to prove to yourself that it wasn’t dumb luck, and should you ever come upon a bloody nightmare like that, you’d be able to use the experience to crack it open. Because of that, you spent the next couple of hours reverse-picking it (which turned out to be another level of bonkers) to lock the damn thing, only to open it back again. And again. And then three times more. When you got comfortable with the process, your eyes were burning, your fingers stiff and trembling, but the immense satisfaction was worth every bit of it.

You were about to crash on the bed as your phone buzzed, and you glanced at the incoming message.

//did you pick it?

At first, you assumed you got it from Mahir, but as you were typing in a long rant, you realized that there was no history of the previous conversations on the screen, so you checked the sender again.

Neil.

Huh.

You’d exchanged the numbers the day before, but you didn’t expect to hear from him until they got everything ready to start the lessons. Oh well. You snapped the picture of the open lock and sent it back, adding a short message.

//that was fun, hope you have more of them

As you faceplanted on the bed, the phone buzzed with a reply.

//N: you bet

You couldn’t wait to get all the answers about how they managed to manufacture the most bizarre and mind-bending thing you’d ever seen, but there was no point in asking those questions over the phone. Plus, you really needed to get some rest.

//awesome! now excuse me, imma get some Zs - let me know when you guys are ready to start

After a second, you typed in another text.

//ps. how’s your nose?

//N: will do, sleep well!

//N: as for my nose...let’s say I’m glad it wasn’t the straightest one in the first place

That cheeky bastard.

//hey, don’t try to guilt-trip me, i’m trying to sleep

You almost drifted off, but you couldn’t resist checking that last notification.

//N: ...I wouldn’t dare

Snorting, you rolled to the side.

Then you fell asleep, dreaming of the impossible locks.

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It took them another day to prepare all the stuff, and after several further messages you got a date and location.

The building looked like a contemporary tenement house, definitely standing out from two older ones at its sides. You always assumed it belonged to one of those fancy start-ups, but apparently it was some sort of temporary headquarters of your new associates.

It didn’t surprise you that you weren’t given a tour of the place, you assumed you needed to have some sort of clearance to walk freely through the area. For now, you were restricted to the ground floor, or rather to the lobby and your classroom - a rather cozy space, but equipped with everything you needed to begin.

Neil turned out to be a fast learner, at least when it came to covering the theoretical side of lockpicking. You walked him through the basics, but you couldn’t help the itch in the back of your brain. After the encounter with the preposterous lock, your mind started to question everything that used to be unshakeable.

And of course you asked Neil about that bloody device as soon as you saw him, but he just smiled lightly and said that The Protagonist insisted on telling you all that himself when the time was right. So you had nothing left to do but to continue with the lessons, hoping that you the man himself would decide to grace you with his presence sooner than later.

You propped the chin on your hand and watched as Neil grabbed the tools. Your gaze wandered over his outrageously long fingers as he gave the lock a try, but apparently, the most idiotic grin on your face didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey, eyes up here,” snorted Neil, and you looked at him just to meet his amused face. He caught you shamelessly staring, and there was no point in denying it.

Trying to salvage your mental coherence, you choked out, “Dude, your hands are--”

“What?” he asked, tilting his head.

“...huge,” you finished, the wide smile not leaving even for a second. You bit your lip and glanced back at Neil. “Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna stare for a bit longer.”

A hint of a blush crept upon his cheeks. My, oh my. Blinking rapidly, he cleared his throat and proceeded to bind the first pin, pressing his mouth into a thin line in an attempt to keep a composed demeanor. The sparkles in his gaze were quite telling, though.

The sight was utterly adorable, but more importantly, it planted a rather gut-busting idea into your head.

You stifled a giggle.

All in due time.

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One of the perks of the location was a small cafe on the other side of the street.

Neil took you there on your second day during a break, walking in with a confidence of a true regular. He knew the staff by name and vice-versa, so it didn’t surprise you as he charmed his way through the conversation.

“I’ve got this,” he said, raising a hand to stop you before you could place your order. “One black coffee and one--...” he hesitated, still preventing you from chiming in. You crossed your arms and watched as his forehead creased, the confidence leaving him with every second passed. He narrowed his eyes, and you could almost hear the gears grinding in his head.

Whatever he was doing, or trying to do, it was time to put him out of his misery.

“Iced mocha for me, please,” you said, wondering which one of you had a more puzzled expression. “Cat got your tongue?”

Neil shook his head.

“No, it’s just…” - he let out a small sigh - “I can’t read you.”

“Good,” you snorted. “Why would you want to, anyway?”

The young barista smiled, putting the first coffee on the counter.

“Oh, your colleague here has a thing.”

“Oh?” You arched a brow. “Do tell!”

“It’s nothing,” said Neil, cringing slightly, but it wasn’t enough to prevent the enthusiastic answer from spilling from the barista.

“He likes to guess the orders of his companions, but this is prolly the first time I ever saw him freeze like that. Can’t wait to tell Doris!”

Neil groaned, avoiding your amused stare. “Spare me, Max.”

“Aww, man, I’m honored to be your first!” you teased, nudging his arm lightly and snickering at the absolutely done face he gave you in return.

That cafe quickly became your place of choice during breaks, but sometimes, if the weather was nice enough, you ordered to-go, just to spend that bit of free time between lockpicking sessions sitting on a grassy hill overlooking a bank of the river. You chatted about everything and nothing in particular, or simply sat in silence, enjoying the ambiance, beverages, and each other’s company.

The last thing took you by surprise, in a way. You’d expected those brief moments of a break during the day to be your sacred moments of solitude, the usual necessity to avoid getting too cranky around people. As Neil joined you on that second day, you found out that his presence was not bothering you, or at least your social batteries weren’t being drained in their regular manner. Sure, it probably helped that he was incredibly easy on the eyes, but a real treat were those moments when you ventured onto a territory he felt strongly about. In a wink, he was ready to drop his typical composure just to go straight into bubbly rants, gesturing wildly, the blue irises lit by the fire that he most often kept under wraps.

There was nothing more boring than people who lacked passion.

Lucky for you, that was not the case with Neil.

Moreover, he made you laugh.

A dangerous combination.

Alluring, even.

Good thing that you were not one to become smitten that easily.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun, though.

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“You need to listen to what the lock has to say,” you prompted, pacing through the room and watching as Neil struggled with a new type of mechanism. “It’s all about feedback.”

He pulled out the tools and rubbed his face, trying to hide the first hints of frustration.

“What if we apply heavier tension to amplify it?” he said and glared at the lock as if it was taunting him from its place on the practice stand.

“Sure, “ - you leaned over the table to rest the chin on your laced fingers - “but can you think of any reasons not to do that, my dear Physics Boy?”

“The higher possibility of breaking tools?”

“Precisely,” you said as you snapped and pointed your fingers. ”Also, you risk binding the pins too tightly and you wouldn’t want that, either.”

Neil sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“So...patience, then?”

“Yes,” you beamed. “It really comes down to one thing - you have to feel it.”

A corner of his lips twitched. “I’ve heard it before,” he said, shifting in his seat.

You shrugged, eyeing him curiously.

“Maybe because that’s one universally useful advice?”

“Would help if I understood it, too.” He gave you a weak smile, but his expression told you he wasn’t convinced.

You hummed in acknowledgment.

“Listen, I can smarten it up for you, but let me just show you what I mean.” You grabbed the second pair of tools from the table and placed them inside the keyway, but as soon as you opened your mouth to provide some follow-up instructions, you got struck by a better idea. Your eyes flared up. “Okay, know what? I’m just gonna-- if you could scoot back a bit--...” you said, shuffling in his direction. Neil’s brows snapped together in consternation, but he moved back. Without further ado, you sat down in front of him, nestling yourself between his spread legs on the edge of the chair, and let out a content sigh. “Should be easier now. Put your hands on mine.“

Neil tensed, and you could swear you heard him swallowing hard behind your back. He followed your suggestion, wrapping his arms around you and placing his hands on top of yours.

“Now, lay your fingers on the tools just above mine,” you continued as you slid your digits back to make more room for him. “Great, try not to press them and focus. Close your eyes, if you want.” As you gently moved the tools, you couldn’t resist but to add, “You can breathe though, you know?”

“Blimey.”

You giggled at the sarcastic bit in his tone and drew a long breath, hoping that Neil would follow it, and focused back on the lock. Purposefully slowing down your movements to allow him to feel how the mechanism responded to your ministrations, you kept sliding the hook back and forth the keyway, setting pin after pin. Neil relaxed after a moment, his shallow breath ghosting over your shoulder got deeper and more steady. His palms rested heavier on your hands, and you marveled at their size again, nibbling on your bottom lip. With all your senses sharpened, you stole a brief moment of self-indulgence, closing your eyes and relishing in the warmth radiating from Neil, the way it enveloped you, carrying a scent of his cologne - airy citrus undertones mixed with hints of powdery musk, a fresh and unostentatious combination you found fitting him so well.

The final click, more pressure and voilà - the lock was open.

“Did you feel it?” you asked softly, weirdly unwilling to move, hoping to linger in the position for a little while longer.

“Yes,” said Neil, and his husky voice made you turn your head to look at him. As he pulled his hands back somewhat hesitantly, you noticed his dazed expression and slightly flushed cheeks.

“Good,” you chirped, grinning, then reached out over your shoulder and lightly booped his nose, enjoying probably a bit too much the way his eyes widened. “Your turn.”

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Days. Weeks. Or was it months, plural?

You lost track of how much time had passed since that morning in the Old Town district.

The progress was counted by the number of models you introduced to Neil, showing him all the tricks you’d learned over the years. You still waited for the meeting with The Protagonist, although, ever since your student spilled a little too much information during one of his enthusiastic rants at the breaks (seriously, how could a person that bad at keeping secrets survive so long in any sort of spying business was beyond you), your initial curiosity itch had been scratched, and you were now in that blessed moment before it got unbearable again and demanded taking further actions.

It also helped that you found tremendous joy in coming up with new ways to make the lockpicking sessions challenging. And entertaining. Even if the last part was mostly a one-sided thing.

Neil was clearly feeling confident that evening. He really started to get a hang of this, and you loved watching him like that - fully focused, blonde strands falling to the eyes, with the tip of the tongue poking out...

It would be a shame if someone was to test his level of concentration.

“You know, I spend so much time looking at your hands that they recently started making cameos in my dreams.”

The blue eyes darted at you from under raised brows.

“Is that so?" asked Neil, switching his attention to the lock again.

“Yep. Mind you, most of those dreams are rather uneventful.” You pouted, sliding from your place on the windowsill. “Still waiting for one that is not so boringly PG-13.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and swallowed with effort.

...warmer...

Circling the table, you stopped behind Neil’s chair.

"I’m just saying,” - leaning over, you purred right into his ear - ”that such long fingers like yours can give a girl all sorts of ideas--"

Snap.

You bit back a satisfied smile and smacked your tongue. “Those were perfectly fine tools, you know.”

Neil turned in his seat and gaped at you.

“Why are you like this?” he complained, helpless and flustered.

You shrugged. “I thought it was a high time for a little stress test. Might come in handy later.” Snickering at his puzzled face, you added, “What? You’re not exactly in a stress-free line of work.”

He shook the head lightly and scoffed. “... yeah, I see your point,” he said, a corner of his mouth curling into a half-smile. “But I don’t think there’s a high risk of someone trying to seduce me in the field.”

“Do you think that’s what I’m doing?” you asked, arching a brow, your tone nothing but serious.

“I-...”

The panicked look on his face as he blinked rapidly was more than enough to break your deadpan façade.

“Oh man, I’m just pulling your leg. You should’ve seen your face though.” Giggling, you grabbed a fresh lock from a shelf and tossed it to Neil. He sighed and replaced the messed-up device. “Besides,” you continued, “if there is one thing that the espionage movies have taught me, it’s that the spy always has plenty of beautiful creatures willing to keep his bed warm.”

The playful sparks appeared in Neil’s eyes.

“Is this a very elaborate way of asking me if I’m seeing someone or are you volunteering?”

Well, well, well.

“What if it’s both?”

“Then the first answer is no. As for the second one--” he hesitated, tugging the bottom lip between the teeth. “...a follow-up question - is it a good idea?”

You tilted your head, sitting down on the edge of the table in front of him.

“Why?”

“What if it’s gonna make things… I don’t know, weird?”

You gestured vaguely. “Can’t get any weirder than all your timey-wimey, inverted entropy bullshit.”

“That’s not exactly--”

“I know what you meant,” you sighed and met his darkened gaze, a shade of smile tainting your lips. “And yet, you’re trying to appeal to my reason while looking at me like that.” You left your seat and grabbed your backpack. “It’s getting late. Finish with this one and get some rest.”

Then you left, not waiting for a reply.

It was one of the warm nights and you decided to take a walk. A promenade near the river was not as crowded as you expected, making your journey home way more enjoyable. With your favourite tunes seeping through the headphones, you took in the view, the city lights reflecting in the water only added to the ambiance.

The phone buzzed in your pocket.

//N: I can’t believe you left like that

You chuckled, texting him back.

//why, you had any plans?

The answer came almost instantly.

//N: maybe

He was adorable. But--

//have you finished with the lock?

//N: …no

//N: wait are you gonna use our conversation as some sort of motivational tool now

Even if you weren’t, after getting a message like that?

You just had to.

//maybe?

//N: jesus

//sex is but a great metaphorical carrot. besides - it’s all about that delayed gratification and whatnot

A moment of silence.

And then:

//N: you’re evil.

That spiteful period at the end got you snickering loudly, earning you some curious looks.

A huge grin lit up your face.

//gn <3

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You must admit, that game was quite exciting.

And Neil was getting better at it, and soon implying became no longer enough to make him lose his focus.

At first, it was relatively easy to prompt a blush or a slight tremble of a hand. But with every next attempt, he grew more and more resilient, and soon, the only indication that he heard you was the fire burning in his eyes.

Then you got really mean, throwing some ambitious tasks in front of him, tricky locks and complex mechanisms, as your teasing got more straightforward.

And descriptive.

It became hard to shake it off once you left the training room. The lingering looks. The accidental touches. The atmosphere, almost electric. In other words - the heat sink was ready to be popped, and it was no longer a matter of if, but more of when.

“4 minutes.”

Neil barely nodded, lips pressed together and brows knitted in concentration.

3 locks in 15 minutes. Difficult, but doable, considering his current level of skill. Too bad he’d slacked at the second one, not leaving too much time for the final push. Sure, you didn’t go easy on him along the way, but the real challenge was supposed to be a race against the clock, so now you just watched him with bated breath.

Click.

You checked the time.

“45 seconds”

“Goddamnit!” he uttered through gritted teeth, readjusting cramping fingers on the tools.

“Come on, you’ve got this,” you said, taking a step closer.

Another click.

He didn’t know that there was only one pin left to set. You did, that’s why you tried your best not to reveal it with your expression. Too early to celebrate, anyway.

“Nine... eight… seven… six… five…”

That’s when you heard a final click and you looked up from your phone, only to see the lock giving in and opening up.

“Yeah!” Neil cheered, banging a fist on the table and tossing the tools away.

You smiled, hiding the phone in the pocket. “Good job, I knew--” but before you could finish a sentence, Neil sprung up from his chair and closed the gap between you, then cupped your face with his palms and kissed you hungrily.

You froze for a second, but as your mind caught up, you kissed him back, tugging at the light blue shirt. He smiled against your lips and made you back away until you hit the wall, huffing at the sudden coldness of the surface. But he was bent on kissing you senseless until you both ended up gasping for air.

“You’re so paying for all that teasing,” he panted, running the tip of the tongue through his swollen lips. “Not to mention, you’ve given me a few fascinating ideas, and I’m very much willing to give them all a try.”

You grinned, fighting with your evidently short-circuiting brain for a grasp of coherence as his hands traveled down your body.

“My, my, all of them?”

“The night is young,” - his throaty chuckle sent a wave of heat through your body - “and I’m up for a challenge.”

“I’m counting on it,” you breathed, burying your fingers in his hair, and pulling him into a kiss again.

Actually, the challenge started right away, and that meant getting to Neil’s place, as the company conveniently rented him a room in a nearby hotel. Walking distance, but in your current quite heated state, every distance seemed way too long. Especially when you had to keep up appearances.

At least until the elevator’s door closed behind you.

The dark gaze fixed on you. Your breaths intertwining. His bottom lip between your teeth. The five o’clock shadow under your fingertips. Your hands sliding under his shirt. His knee parting your legs. The intoxicating smell of his cologne. Your quiet moan. His tongue slipping into your mouth--

A quiet sound announced you reached your floor, and you stumbled out into the corridor, giggling, unable to keep hands and lips off each other.

Your back hit the door, barely missing the knob. Without skipping a beat, Neil reached to the pocket of his pants, then into the other one. When he tried the third one, you broke the kiss, your expression nothing but innocent.

“Looking for this?” you asked, showing him a key card.

He furrowed his brows. “Yes, thank you, I don’t know how--...” he started, but when he tried to snatch his property, you hid your hand behind your back. His jaw went slack as it dawned on him and he stared at you in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

He groaned.

“You’re unbelievable,” he uttered as he pulled out his wallet. “Credit card?”

“Only if you’re not overly attached to it.” The roguish lights danced in your gaze. “Especially when you’re in a hurry,” you hinted, palming over the bulge in his pants. Neil squeezed his eyes shut, biting back a moan, and you stifled a chuckle. “Try any membership card.”

He glared at you. “You’re so in for it, you have no idea.”

“Promises, promises,” you pouted, trying not to burst into laughter at his wounded expression. “Work it.”

“Gladly, just tell me what to do.”

So you walked him through the process.

Fortunately, Neil really was a fast learner, making the door give way in no time.

“Good boy,” you hummed, and the blue eyes flared up.

He crashed his lips on yours, closing the door behind you.

Then he gave you a taste of what was coming for you.

And then some more.

And then…

...he gave you all.

(next chapter ->)

#neil tenet x reader #neil x reader #neil tenet fanfiction #neil tenet #robert pattinson #tenet #tenet fanfiction #long nights

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cotncandyboifics · 3 years

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A Lovely Night: Chapter 5

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Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 6

Pairing(s): pre-established roceit & prinxiety, anaroceit, eventual anaroloceit, eventual intruality

Word count: ~2.5k

Story summary: Roman's boyfriends had had a rivalry since before either of them had actually met Roman. Running a bit late to a date night, Roman accidentally gets them to start dating too.

General CW: non-detailed description of an anxiety attack, non-detailed description of physical pain, food, kissing, potentially triggering descriptions of physical bodies, swearing, caps lock, school settings, s-xual innuendos, slight description of gore(imagery), vague descriptions of anxiety, Implications of an eating disorder, fatigue, dissociation, suppression of stimming, implied heavy restriction (ED), inner monologue-style anxiety description, eating,(will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: Swearing, slight description of gore(imagery), vague descriptions of anxiety, food, (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: i like this chapter a lot :) the stage has been set.

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The next morning, Virgil had an opening shift at the knitting and sewing supply store he worked for. He'd found it the first week the three of them had moved to this town for college, and immediately took a liking to it, likely thanks to his long-lasting hobby of clothing alteration. He'd made some good money to save up in high school from making and selling custom hoodies and other clothing, even having taken a few commissions over the years.

It wasn't rare occurrence, that he was opening the store, and on this particular morning it wasn't so dreadful (once he'd pried himself away from his half-asleep boyfriends, who both vaguely grumbled protests at the incomplete cuddle pile as Virgil was getting ready). Virgil had gotten to his favorite coffee shop, where Janus' brother Patton worked, in time that it would be open and he also wouldn't be late for his shift, which was rare. It only worked out that way if Virgil's bus commute was perfectly timed.

Now caffeinated, and somewhat less-pessimistic-than-usual about the day ahead of him, Virgil retrieved the keys to the shop from his pocket, fumbling for a bit before finding the right one. He let out a breath as he found it, unlocking the door as he'd done a thousand times before and stepping in, shutting the door behind him and leaning his back against it. Virgil noted the clock on the wall, reading 5:02 am. The shop opened at 6, and he had more than enough sorting and stocking to do before then.

The next hour passed rather quickly. His co-worker Emile showed up shortly after him, and they both spent the rest of the time before the shop opened restocking and organizing the horrendous amounts of yarn and string and such supplies throughout the store and in the back room.

Shortly 6 am arrived, and it was time for the two of them to draw straws to decide who would man the register and help customers while the other continued stocking. Typically Virgil enjoyed the latter while Emile enjoyed the former, but their manager had insisted that they make the odds more random in order to get them both more comfortable in their unpreferred positions.

True to their manager's sentiment, Virgil drew the register stick. They both sighed at each other, and Emile returned to sorting through some cerulean yarn balls. Virgil made his way to the front of the store, unlocking the doors and flipping the sign to open, before making himself at home behind the register.

Generally, customers were rare at this time of morning, save for a few early-riser regulars. The bell at the top of the door chimed. Virgil didn't look up, expecting to see Margaret in her usual morning power-walk getup, coming in to check up on whether they'd gotten a shipment of lavender yarn yet.

"Morning, Marge. We still haven't gotten any lavender in, if-" Virgil halted his speaking upon looking up, feeling his throat constrict as he realized who had entered. At any rate, this person was certainly not Margaret.

The first thing that caught Virgil's attention about this new customer was their eyes. They were a burning blue, with small subtle mushes of gray here and there. Through their vaguely foggy colors, those eyes cut sharp like ice shards. The customer seemed entirely calm and stoic, however that did not extend to the ferocious - however not hostile - intensity with which they were staring Virgil down. Of course this intensity did not extend past their eyes, as the very slight twinge of a polite smile was seated at the corners of their mouth. Virgil briefly noted some seemingly familiar physical characteristics (although he was extremely wary to assume anything - what would be the chances of him and his boyfriends all meeting the same man individually, completely perchance?); shining black hair, square-framed glasses, the freckles, the pale and sunken nature of their face. Or, as Virgil certainly noticed, the subtle pronunciation of his cheekbones and jawline. They wore a black coat and a navy patterned scarf that appeared to be hand-knitted.

Virgil stumbled his way over to the closest register to the door - he wasn't sure why they even had two, they never needed to use them both simultaneously - and leaned haphazardly on the counter, propping his chin up on his palm.

"Sorry, hello, I thought you'd be someone else. Marge is usually the first in. What can I do for you?" His face felt really hot, and he was pretty sure that much was obvious to the newcomer, but he tried his best not to think about it.

The stranger didn't speak for a moment, merely leaning forward slightly with a furrowed brow. Virgil panicked for a moment, but followed their line of sight to the name tag on his hoodie. It was quite scuffed up, and the name "Virgil" was scarcely discernible through various smears of odd substances. Virgil quickly unpinned the name tag, beginning to rub away at the gunk with a sweater-covered thumb.

"It's Virgil, sorry about that," He spoke, hiding his hot cheeks behind his bangs as he scratched at his name tag feverishly. He quickly decided on just setting it down, wanting to give the newcomer his full attention.

"Good morning, Virgil," they spoke, and wow, was Virgil gay. The strangers' voice was deep and smooth, and reminded him a bit of Janus'. But this had a tactful, almost clinical and calculated sincerity, whereas Janus' was far more lilted and drawly. Regardless, Virgil felt his throat constricting a bit. He tried subtly coughing the feeling away. "I am in search of some high quality yarn, as a gift for a dear friend of mine. It is my understanding that this establishment is highly regarded for its products' quality?" Virgil tried not to stare. The stranger was running their fingers down and up the inside of one of the lapels of their coat very slowly, and that reminded Virgil terribly of Janus. He felt like he was in high school all over again, ogling over a tall pretty boy.

Regardless of his gay panic, Virgil cleared his throat. "Yeah, we try," His voice cracked slightly, and he tried clearing his throat again. "I mean, we have some pretty awesome suppliers, and we have a really, uh... Big selection of stuff. Do you, do you know what it is you want to get for your friend, exactly?" Virgil thanked any gods that existed had allowed him to formulate a coherent sentence, and he was glad to have the expectation of speaking temporarily off himself.

The customer tapped his chin with the side of his index finger, - which again, reminded Virgil painfully of Janus - humming as he continued surveying his surroundings. "I think he'd appreciate a selection of soft or pastel colors, and he adores the color blue. I think white would be a suitable addition as well. Do you sort your yarns by color?" he inquired, returning his heavy gaze to Virgil and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Virgil tried not to audibly gulp.

"Yeah, we do. here, let me show you to the right aisle," Virgil stepped away from the register, and tried to get out from behind the counter, only to completely trip over a cardboard box and fall directly onto his face.

"Goodness, are you alright?" the stranger paced quickly over to where Virgil was groaning on the floor, attempting to pull himself up onto his elbows. They reached a pale-white and very bony hand down to Virgil, who stared at it for a little too long before taking it gingerly.

The customer pulled firmly, and Virgil did too, and they both slightly miscalculated how much strength they needed to apply in order for Virgil to stand. Virgil stumbled forward just a bit as he rose. He looked up slightly and found himself nose to nose with the now wide-eyed man. Virgil yelped slightly, jumping away like a startled cat.

"Sh-shoot, sorry about that," Virgil took to fidgeting a bit aggressively with his hoodie strings, curling them around and between his fingers. "Uh, this way," he pushed a bit awkwardly past the man, looking at his shoes as he walked and willing away the burning heat he felt in his cheeks. Of course the first cute guy he encounters besides his boyfriends is right there when he falls on his face.

He paced over to the aisle with hues of blue and purple yarn, spotting Emile still working with a large box of cerulean. After a momentary panic and trying to wave Emile's attention without making any noise, the stranger turned the corner into the aisle Virgil had led him to. Virgil sighed to himself, annoyed at an in-no-way-at-fault Emile who still hadn't noticed their presence.

Virgil cleared his throat. "Hey, Emile, could you take register while I help this... customer?" Virgil had to take a moment to recall a phrase to describe him besides 'very beautiful man'.

"Uh-" Emile went to say he could help the customer for Virgil, since they were meant to stay in the vicinity of their assigned roles, but Virgil was looking at him with an intensity that blatantly said 'I am begging you to let me help this very gorgeous man to find his yarn and if you don't so help me god I will impale your severed and rotting skull on a rusty metal pole'. Emile chuckled a little shrilly. "Yeah, sure Virge," Emile slid past the two of them, making his way to the register as the chime of the door sounded again. "Welcome in, Margaret! Do-you-how-do?"

Virgil turned his attention back to the man looming slightly over him, leading him down the aisle to the softer and lighter shades. The customer was already scanning the shelves with a tactful intensity that made Virgil almost as anxious as it did further attracted to him.

"This variety is more than adequate," he spoke, almost under his breath, and Virgil tried not to shudder at the rumble in his voice.

"Um, great," Virgil piped up after a moment, and the icy gaze of the tall boy was on him once again. His cheeks felt real hot. "I can, get you a bag for... what you pick out? Er, a gift bag, if you'd like?" Virgil tapped the side of his fist into his hip a few times, trying to expel some of his nervousness. The stranger smiled softly.

"That would be excellent. Thank you, Virgil." He turned back to examining his options, and Virgil scurried off to find a gift bag.

The bags were all by the front register, and he grumbled a bit to himself on the way, preparing for some relentless teasing from his coworker for the next century at minimum. Emile was just waving Margaret off when Virgil rounded the corner, stepping behind the counter to rummage through some boxes for a gift bag.

"Sooo, Virgil," Emile started, tone entirely teasing as he leaned a little too far on the counter, tapping his orange pen on his lips.

"Don't. Say. Anything." Virgil hissed through clenched teeth, glancing up to give Emile another pointed glare for good measure. Emile chuckled lightly, leaning back on the counter a bit.

"Whaat? I won't! I'm totally innocent, see?" Emile puffed out his bottom lip and made his eyes look big. Virgil scoffed.

"Is that a cartoon reference?"

Emile grinned, shrugging. "Probably."

Virgil found the gift bags - finally - and began scampering off and away from the prying gaze of his overly curious co-worker.

Virgil helped the customer to find and collect the proper amount and variety of yarns that he wanted. As it turned out, it was a relatively easy task; aside from being impossibly and unintentionally charming, the stranger was mindful and courteous, and working with him was proving to be relatively easy. They bantered a bit, falling into a casual conversation as they searched for yarn, as well as while they walked back to the register for Virgil to ring his items up.

Emile gave Virgil a pointed look as he approached, trading him places as he walked with a skip in his step back to his yet unstocked shelves. Virgil rolled his eyes at him, stepping extra carefully behind the counter so as not to trip on any stray cardboard boxes. He leaned against the counter in front of the register, beginning to type numbers into it as though he knew the yarn prices like the back of his hand.

the customer stood at the counter before Virgil, vaguely examining his purchase as he watched Virgil slightly through his peripheral. He noticed the way Virgil bit at the inside corner of his mouth, worrying the flesh between his canines as he focused on adding the prices.

"Alright... your total is 82.53," Virgil said slowly, looking up at the stranger, who had - oddly enough - already been looking at him. The stranger glanced away momentarily, clearing his throat and reaching into an inside pocket of his coat for his wallet.

He produced a pristine black leather wallet, pulling a shiny navy blue debit card from between its folds and setting the wallet on the counter as he handed off the card. Virgil took the card and charged it, the customer punching in his PIN through the keypad.

A faint buzzing sounded from within the man's coat, and he reached in once more with knitted eyebrows. He pulled out what seemed to be his phone, eyes widening as he saw whatever was on the screen. Virgil couldn't see, but he figured someone must be calling him.

"My apologies, I must depart," The man spoke quietly, grabbing his gift bag of yarn and bringing his phone to his face as he made hastily for the door. Virgil didn't hear what he said when he answered the phone, but his brow was still furrowed when Virgil caught a glimpse of his face walking down the sidewalk out the store window.

"Bye..." Virgil said to the empty store front.

He looked down, seeing the customer's debit card still in his hand. "Shit." He saw the wallet set on the counter before him as well. He grabbed it, opening it to return the debit card to its proper place and see if there was a way of contacting the man within the wallet.

As he opened it, a white card similar in shape and size to the debit card fell to the floor. Virgil retrieved it, flipping it over to see what it was.

"No way..." Virgil was holding a driver's license. The name it was registered under was too familiar for it to be a coincidence.

He'd need to be giving one Logan Lattimer a call on his break.

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Star Vs: Total Eclipsa the Moon and Butterfly Trap (Tomtrsopective Interlude)

Hello you beautiful people, and welcome back to the tomtrospective... minus Tom, since as i’ve mentioned a LOT in recent parts of this tribute to eveyrone’s faviorite demon voiced by shawn from boy meets world, realized I hadn’t mentioned that in a while, I”m also covering the metora arc from the second half of season 3, as Tom plays a pretty sizeable roll in it’s climax , the season 3 two part finale Divide and Conquer, and if i’m going to cover what’s essentially an hour long episode i’m going to do it right. It’s why i’m also doing the della arc alongside the Lena arc next month, the latter of which is fully paid for: because Shadow War pays that off too. Even if it makes way more work for me, if i’m going to review something, i’m gonna do it right. So we come to this pair of episodes. First question a lot of you might be having...

To which I say.. I ? We’ll see. The second is that “Why aren’t you covering the bog beast of boggabah?”. Well.. honestly it’s for time constraints. I have a LOT of episodes to cover, my own fault I know but again if you do a job you do it right, and cutting the one that while part of the plot isn’t nearly as essential to anything and ultimately only sticks for one episode character development wise. It’s not bad, almost nothing with Alan Tudyk in it is bad. That’s a fact, that’s a Disney fact.

Point is while I like covering EVERYTHING I can, I do have to draw a line and since this retrospective is about TOM, i’d rather not pile on more episodes that don’t involve him than absolutley necessary. Bog Beast just dosen’t feel NEARLY as much of a necessary detour as these two coming up or Skooled and Tough Love down the line. So with all that out of the way, join me under the cut for a discussion of Eclipsa’s character up to these episodes and the episodes themselves.

Our detour DOES take us right into my OTHER faviorite character in the series, tied with tom and the other character that makes watching the series post battle of mewni, worthwhile: Eclipsa. We’ve mentioned her before obviously but this is the first episode she actually shows up in that i’m covered, and i’m delighted to finally tackle her head on. And the other faviorite thing isn’t an exageration: She’s equal to tom in my heart. She’s just as compelling, just as well acted, and unlike Tom actually gets a decent resolution to her character arc. In fact she’s one of the ONLY characters to get a decent resolution. It’s also at this point her character undergoes a shift. While she dosen’t change as a person that much, before this it was left purposfully vauge if Eclipsa was really.. evil, and possibly the big bad of the season. On the one hand her magic is unquestionably dark and evil even if she isn’t, and while Star wasn’t at all effected by her chapter, Marco went all

For a second before Glossaryck fixed it off screen, and using her “Darkest Spell” left both her and moon with blackened goop on their arms for the rest of their lives. Not only that but she pushed Star into morally dubious actions: Teling her Marco could be her squire simply because she said so, and being the one that encouraged her to explore her butterfly form.

But we also saw her GENUINELY bond with Star, the two relating both on seeing monsters as people, and dating them, and on being reckless, powerful and often looked down upon by Moon for unfair reasons. Something I hadn’t realized but shoudl’ve before this is, for Season 3 at least.. Eclipsa is the mentor star never properly had. Glossaryck, while he did do a decent job from time to time, is just too damn neutral to be a proper mentor, not really carring what happens to mewni or if he even lives or dies, a neglectful attitude that honestly caused a good chunk of Mewni’s problems, never remotely trying to invervene in his protege Solaria’s genocidal campaign against monsters, his children’s growing fantatical racisim, or well.. anything. He just dosen’t care. Moon TRIED to be one, and can be a good mother on occasion.. but the two are exact opposites: Moon is controlled in every aspect of her life and compartmentalizes and structures everything, while Star is pure chaos and impulse. It’s why River has an easier time parenting her, as she got a LOT more of his personality than her mothers, and thus can actually relate to her. Bog Beast shows this off well: He teaches her a lesson Moon probably has tried to a thousand times, to be patient.. but does so on her level with an old family ritual and using a metaphor, rather than trying to drill it into her head. It’s why when he did actually teach her Glossayrck used the same: Star is just not a traditional learner, moon is. And there in lies the problem.. Moon just cannot accept for most of the series that her daughter isn’t like her despite her best efforts or try to see it on her level, and Star dosen’t really try to see it from Moon’s perspective either, though being you know the Child and not the parent, it’s a bit more understandable. Moon has a real hard time seeing other people’s perspectives, and really changing.. and given Star has gone from being a proud racist to realising how horrible her attiude to monsters were in under a year, really is why the two clash so much. It’s something I sadly relate to: While my own dad is not racist, he is a staunch republican, is one of those morons who belives the “Well if trans people can use the bathroom they want then rapists will put on women’s clothing just to enter a bathroom!” bullshit fully, and while he supports gay people myself included did NOT support gay marraige and when I was a teen would often say “Wellt hat’s as valid as me marrying bob” Bob.. is my dad’s cat who hates me for understandable reasons as I was not great with cats when he got him. So yeah I get your parent being an impenetrable brick wall on important issues.

The point is Eclipsa...actually listens to star, agrees to her views and instead of trying to FORCE star to go the way she wants simply guides her, giving her advice and being gentle with her. The two are similar enough that Eclipsa’s advice, good or bad, tends to stick, and that Eclipsa actually cares what Star thinks which Moon does not. But it was hard to gage if she GENUINELY cared or was just playing star. But these episodes shred that ambiguity to pieces, showing that while eclipsa is not without faults.. she’s not evil... and the people who called her that very much ARE. So without further adeu....

Total Eclipsa The Moon:

In the previous episode, Star burst into Moon’s room giving her the revelations of the night. Moon.. did not take it well, both unaware and furious her daughter had a party at the monster temple, refusing to believe her and taking umbrage at Star’s VERY understandable accusation that she sent Rhombulus after them, since he had her royal guards with him, levitating her daughter out of the office.

But what is suprising is that, as this episode opens after brooding a bit and TRYING to get back to work.. Moon clealry can’t get the idea out of her head. You can see the wheels turning: Sure star is impulsive and did falsely accuse her.. but she’s not a liar. While Star hides stuff on occasion.. when she lost the book she came right to her parents to confess, something Moon genuinely appricated. Why would she TRANSPARENTLY make something up? While the trial is close, Star would at least, if sloppily and ucnovncingly try and fake evidence if that was her goal. And while the party isn’t something Moon is happy about it is VERY suspcious Rhombulus didn’t tell her about police action on her terriotry using her own guards involving her daughter, several monsters, and the heirs to every kingdom in the land. So she takes the Royal Lineage book and goes to see Eclipsa.. who made a guitar out of bones because she’s awesome and that’s what you do when you have a lot of itme on your hands and nothing else to do.

She’s casual with Moon, who just assumes she’ll get the answer she wants l, asks her to identify her daughter.. though Eclipsa is taken aback by this. She’s willing to.. she just hasn’t seen her face in thosands of years let alone as a grown woman and assumes she’s dead by now. It’s a very good, very small moment.. and it’s made more striking both by what we learned last episode.. and the fact she has no idea who Festivia is, and knows who her one and only Daughter was: Meteora. And while Moon does bring up that her name just could’ve been changed... Eclipsa shoots that down.. Meteora had clover cheeks and “The cutest little tail”. Moon asks how this even makes sense and Eclipsa’s response is absolutely wonderful “When a queen and a monster love each other very much...”. Before we can get to the sexy details Moon then clarifies that she’s confused how she didn’t know about this and wants answers, though she still keeps Metora still being alive a secret for now.. but it’s understndable as Moon still dosen’t trust Eclipsa, and dosen’t want to risk her trying to escape to find her right before the trial. Eclipsa tells her there is one place they could get a solid answer, the archives, which are in the commission building, though Moon apparently doesn’t have access..despite being queen. You think she would’ve questioned that by now given the name.

But Moon plans to go, and refuses to take Eclipsa along.. but is swayed when Eclipsa genuinely not only accepts it.. but sadly and without any hint of manipultion and with pure honesty asks her to tell her what happened to her daughter. And for the first time... Moon sees Eclipsa as not the boogeyman history wrote her as.. but just another mother desperatley looking for her child and finding out history covered her up and she may never know what happened to her. So we next cut to the magical high comission building, where we see Shawn, the security guard, deer man and bumbling doofus, who ends up not scanning moon when the magic detector, basicallyu a metal detctor, goes read because she terrifies him out of it. And yeah.. good point she is on the comission he really shoudn’t have to do that. Though I like the sublte hints with this and the archives that the comission have slowly creeped up in thier authority: while the queen is still granted a seat at the table.. she’s not given ALL the toys in the box despite that not really being fair given how much sway the comission has in mewni politics. But naturally Moon has snuck eclipsa in and even more naturally is nearly having a panic attack over breaking the rules. But she dosen’t have time for that and asks Eclipsa where the archives are.

She’s not tricking moon or anything though: It’s been thousands of years and the comission building has changed vastly, when she was around the archives were just a stone hut off to the side. That gives Moon an idea and they find a stone wall in the storage room, which Eclipsa activates in her own weird and endearing way. This also shows off the one trait that seperates Eclipsa from star: Star usually just does random things because. While Eclipsa isn’t IMUNE to this usually when she does something weird it’s specifically to acomplish something, she’s just using her own unique methods. LIke here she rubs her back against the stones and what not.. ut it gets the door open. Unfortuntely our heroines then run into Shawn who being a natural narc, runs off ot tattle before Moon cuts him off. Eclipsa insists they zap his memory and only hasn’t for a crucial reason: she can’t do magic without a wand. It’s an intresting and understandable reveal: like star she just relied on the wand for it and never learned how to do her spells without it as she never really needed to.. and even now she dosen’t. While her magic COULD help her escape.. she has no intrest in escaping since it’d only hurt star and even a sham trial will still make her a martyr for mosnter kind and prove Star’s point she’s not a bad person. Even if she looses she wins. So she simply had no reason to relearn it and likely figured correctly doing so might just rouse further suspicon or get her locked in chains or other nonsense and given she can, if unbenownst to moon, wander the castle freely via the secret passages.. she’s really not bothered by house arrest. Moon of course dosen’t want to.. but in a great gag ends up doing so by mockingly saying “Memory eraser gun” and making a gun gesture with her hand.. and ends up actually doing that as a result. They put the comotose magic outside. And this scene is a great character bit to me for both characters: It shows off a bit flaw for each character: For moon it’s that she lacks the ablity to improvise. She can and has created magic but is so orderly and regimented it has to be percise and she dosen’t grasp just HOW easily a spell can be created simply by imagining it. She lacks the pure raw creativity and talent of her daughter and supposed ancestor.... but makes up for it in what she calls eclipsa out on: restraint. While Moon has ENTIRELY too much, serioulsy the stick is so far up her ass she can see it when she talks, it’s not itself a bad thing, and using it recklessly and irresponsibly, as the suplmental big boook of spells shows, without thought or without proper preperation can have devistating consequences. Skywinn, one of the past queens and the first in the book, destroyed an entire dimension simply by letting loose far too much, while Rhina, Moon’s great great grandmother, acccidently kileld her abusive husband because her heartbreak spell was a bit too literal. Power is fine and all. but you have to control it. It’s why Xavier’s School Existed before he decided to take all the kids to an island because humanity suck so much: you need to learn to use your pwoer responsibly and eclipsa never did. She can contorl it perfectly as we’ll see.. but she also dosen’t think of the implications of what she does with it, she just does and to hell with the consequences. And that’s really her whole problem: She acts mostly on impulse without thinking, and it’s had bad consequences.. though ironically her fleeing with Globgor, as said book wonderfuly outlined.. was NOT a rash or impulse decision but a VERY hard one where she was stuck between keeping the crown and pleasing eveyrone.. or fleeing with her lover, being happy and taking care of a serious threat to the kingdom as a whole WITH him, but knowing it might not end well.. and sadly it did not. Eclipsa does show her skill though once agian, having made up a silly song to rmemeber where to go and since the archives haven’t been touched and are about the same, easily leads them in. Though once they reach the door they can’t open it, but Eclipsa has a solution: A rat hole. “It’s so gross in here” she says delighted. Moon isn’t happy about it but agrees to it.. but her ass gets stuck.. and that’s not me being crude or making a joke her ass literally gets stuck and Eclipsa has to go for help but takes an hour, long enough for a spider to hypnotize moon and steal her crown and for moon to question trusting her.. before Eclipsa returns. And this is what cements what I was getting at: Before there was clear ambiguity in “Is eclipsa the villian or not”. Here.. it’s gone. She has shady powers and her morals are flexable.. but she’s still a kind, loveably weird woman and it’s obvious by this point her reputation as evil was horribly exagerated, and primarily brought on by racisim. And moon’s realizing it too. They find the archives, which is a cool concept: magitek hands that record everything that happens to a royal, even showing some of what’s going on right then in the other plot. Moon quips that this actually really would’ve helped with the trial, but apologizes for it showing that she’s slowly realized what Star knew from minute one and what I just mentioned: Eclipsa is not a bad person. She’s flawed, but she’s not evil or some nightmarish destroyer of worlds.. she’s just a batty 40-50 something woman who dosne’t think through her actions.

Eclipsa does explain it probably wouldn’t of done moon good, as it’s near impossible to find anything unless you know where to look.. which makes perfect sense. The scroll records every queen’s every actoin every minute of every day. Even summarized that’s like trying to sift through footage of eveyr minute of your life. Even sped up, it’d take weeks or months or even years to find something without knowing where exactly to look. Thankfully Eclipsa does.. but finds the Scroll has been offered as the “Daughter of queen eclipsa nd king shatacan” is sewn in there as festivia.. literally.. like part of the scroll was ripped out. And as close friend, endless resource and tom expert bar none @jess-the-vampire pointed out to me when I asked for her imput on these ones, that makes no sense as the two never had a daugther and I feel they just didn’t think that through. Plot hole aside.. it’s VERY clear someone has tampred with the archives and if Moon wasn’t already questinoing if Eclipsa was really bad this clinches it: Someone ERASED one of her family from history and hid the truth even from them. And Moon’s going ot get answers.. after our heroes run from the security system, get the crown back and BARELY escape with the scroll before the comission catches them.

Back at the castle Eclipsa is disgraught over her daughter and Moon clinches their new bond by revealing she might still be alive... Moon might not KNOW if Star was telling or even knew the whole truth.. but she knwos something is going on and she’s going to find out. And whiel she may not know everything.. she has a damn good idea who did this.. .and says so just as star comes in from her adventure, having learned patience. Cue the credits. Final Thoughts: This was a fun one, with Moon and Eclipsa having a delightful odd couple dynamic, the regminted overly serious and overly stuffy moon with the wild and reckless and charmingly weird eclipsa is just a great dynamic and endlessly entertaining and I wish the show had done more with it before what’s about to happen but what we got was great and minor plot hole mentioned aside, the reveal only deepens the intrigue for what’s next.. so speaking of which...

Butterfly Trap: Here. We. Go. One of the series best episodes, if not it’s BEST. Oh me mow i’m excited.

We open with the long set up trial of Eclipsa Butterfly.. and as you’d expect by a trial by a jury of her enimies, the comission mostly sees this as a formality outside of Moon. Sean is excited though, he gets to bring out the typey thingy. Usually Rhombluus just crystalises them.

Yeahhh... the show never properly deals with Rhombulus’ tendency to imprison first ask questions never or gets any of his victims, i.e. the ones he probably had less reason to crystal up not ones who were eating universes or whatever , free. But this is the LEAST of the dropped threads from this one. Point is this isn’t a remotely fair trial.. as hammermed in by the fact Hekapoo is upset and confused that Star is here too. Moon wants her to see eclipsa got a fair trial. Also Rhomblus wants her DEAD, but the others shot him down on this. HIs reasoning , for him, is suprisingly good: crystalising her didn’t work last time and implicilty given star likes her star could just order her freed when she’s queen. But I get their reasoning: Killing her would only make her a martyr to monsterkind, and to Star who probably woudln’t listen to or respect them EVER again. And Moon still wanted that when she started the trial. So while clearly a sham this does crystalize, pun unitended, how corrupt the comissoin is. Their holding a trial with no jury, no witnesses, not that most are alive but some are, and with everyone CLEARLY thinking she’s guilty before it starts... and no one questioned it. This is even unusual as they rarely have an actual trial. And it’s about to be revealed to be a WHOLE lot worse.

So the trial begins and Moon brings out the evidence, which is oddly disorganized given how much work she was putting in before, and ismostly secondhand accounts and interviews and their going to have to just sit there and sort through it all, which NONE OF THEM, especially rhomblus are happy about “THIS SOUNDS LIKE MATH!”

But Eclipsa has a simplier, if much more risky suggestion: Trial by Box. While Moon points out this isn’t great for her as the box is merciless and will not take lies, but Eclipsa counters rightly that she has nothing to hide. ANd honestly again given the commission are clearly out for her blood.. this is the only way she gets anything resembling a fair trial. Resembling being the key word. This is the most clearly rigged trial i’ve seen since that time Batman’s villians kidnapped him and put him on trial with joker as the judge.. good episode though.. and THAT was even a more fair trial as they actually gave him a lawyer and let him go when she made a convincing enough case.

So the box is brought out, and it turns out to be the truth or punishment cube from season 2. Which Moon insists isn’t a party game.. despite the fact a bunch of teenage girls easily got one and it has a setting for that when moon grabs it. Along with, in a really great bit, settings for Bachelorette (All right ladies!) and Intervention. Know someone who could use that honestly.

So the Comission ask their questions. We start with Rhombluus who asks if she wrote the “Evil Chapter” in the book of spells. Eclipsa dosen’t deny it but ponits out THEY labeled it that, Star rightly points out none of htem have actually read it moon included, and Eclipsa.. shoves her foot in her mouth by pointing out she’s made FAR WORSE spells that didnt make the cut. “Writing is rewriting you know”. Love this woman.

So next up is Hekapoo who asks if she abandoned her husband to run off with Globgor. Well they dont’ use his name because end of season plot twist but still. Eclipsa not only firmly doesen’t deny it but fondly caressses the projection of him “Hello sweetie”. Hekapoo marks her down with evil for this which... Jeff if you would?

Thank you. Not only is this racist bs that star perfectly destroyed earlier in the season, as the comission themselves are monsters in all but category, but the spellbook makes this so much worse. As I said for once Eclipsa .. wasn’t being impulsive. She was torn between duty and love and choose love, and even then partially did so to prevent the septarians from wiping out both the rest of monster kind AND mewmans. And Shastacan, was a massive dick, who took her not being in love with him like he was with her as a sign to throw her monster child away as we’’ll see and rightfully got eaten for it. I know this is all obvious stuff but it’s hard not to yell about it. Next it Rhombluus.. who asks if she ate those babies. Again that was Bubipsa as Hekapoo understandably yells at him for but no backsies, and she sgets another evil mark on H-Poo’s good or evil tally because she’s that bitch. Finally Moon asks if she’s sorry for what she’s done.. and given the most they genuinely have are that she wrote spells that while dark and evil, were not only not the worst she could do but were clearly not used on any innocents, had an interracial marraige, and did not eat babies.. yeah, she’s not. So the comissoin prepare to cast judgement on the woman whose only “crime” is interacial dating, in a sham trial.

Thankfully.. Eclipsa turns the tables. Before they can hastily refreeze her... Eclipsa points out she has a question.. and Moon points out as a former queen of mewni she’s entitled to a comission seat and thus TECHNICALLY a member. A loose rule and one you’d think Moon wouldn’t enforce.. but she does, a large hint at something i’ll get to in a moment as the reveal’s just too good to spend already. Naturally she has but one question for them:

No, obviously it’s “What did you do with my daughter”. Even more obviously they deny it.. but as we saw last time the cube came out, even lying to YOURSELF isn’t something the cube accepts so outright lying to save your fucking hides is even worse and it begins to crush them all. And after spending most of the runtime putting up with their racist and clearly biaserd bollocks it’s SO fucking cathartic to see them desperatly scramble and fail to avoid the box, with Hekapoo screaming “We didn’t do anything!”.

Eventually Star calls them out on it pointing out they enforce the rules for everyone ELSE, and Hekapoo in paticular called Star and Moon on keeping the book being stolen a secret and Marco on Star’s butterfly form fiasco, so yeah, their glass house is in shards.. and Rhombluus FINNALLY ends this charade and confesses. Hekapoo naturally is mad at him for this.. despite the fact that if he hadn’t they’d all be dead and none of this would matter.

Also Eclipsa is just badass during the entire sequence. While Moon and Star are panicking and the comission are covering for themselves, though the former two are probably doing it more just to keep up appearances but we’ll get to that in just a moment. Eclipsa, SHe just has this expression the whole time, as I put at the top for good reason.

Just a look of pure SCORN, of a mother’s rage at having her daughter hidden from her and wiped from history, of having her husband imprisoned for rightfully getting vengance for it, for having HERSELF imiprosned and made out to be some kind of ghoul for the crime of marrying who she loved and saving her damn kingdom. She’s politely put up with this shit for as long as she had to to get to this moment.. but now as her tormentors despretly try to avoid the consequences of their actions and the truth.. she can only look on with pure, justified hatred at EVEYRTHING they’ve done and just how cowardly it is they refuse to admit it.

So with the pepretraotrs in the cover up explosed, Rhomblus explains he was tired of lying. This COULD have been a good turn for the character, showing he had some remorse and have him get a redepmption arc... any of them could’ve.. but instead thier just 2 dimensonal asssholes after this because “racists be like that’ which they do, but it dosen’t mena you couldn’t of used them as big bads for the final season instead of wasting them. But yeah back on point Rhombluus prods omni to tell them via his projection thing and he does: After Eclipsa was imprisoned, Shastacan got rid of meteora, and we of course know where she went and soon we’ll find out just what happened to her there, but more ont hat another time, and the comission covered things up by taking a pesant girl, though unlike the graphic above we later found out she was left behind by her family and taken in by the comission, who are shown to also have raised her by the book of spells. They gave her the wand, putting magic in her veins.. how ..

Look me and Jess discussed this: magic being given by the wand is terribly inconsistent and while I might go into it in a seperate article some other day, now is not the time or place for it.

It is however the time and place for the reveal as Moon’s reaction to all of this? “We suspected as much”

Yup, as our heroines explain and Shawn freaks the fuck out in one of the series best gags, and mirrors the audience’s reactions, we find out this was all a setup: and as I alluded too one cleverly set up the whole episode, pun unintended: Moon is suddenly dour and ready to to through with the trial despite last episodes revelations, she brings in evidence that’s entirely unsorted despite being a control freak who was previously working on gathering and sorting said evidence, and she backs up eclipsa despite it clearly givng her an advantage. All little hints that something wasn’t right there. Whlie Hekapoo, being again that bitch, is naturally furious, Moon is undaunted and explains why they did this.. and Star was in on it too, which shows that even if her patience lesson from bog beast dosen’t stick entirely, sigh, it does stick for this one episode as she not only waited through this sham trial.. but played her part well, arguging with moon at times to make it seem like nothing had changed. Everything was a careful and constructed plan to get the commission into a position where they COULDN’T lie. Even if Rhombulus hadn’t cracked one of them might of when theyw ere close and while it was a huge risk they all knew going in... it paid off. The truth is laid bare. If only Lekmet’s bi ass were here .. so he could aslo get raked over teh coals for htis. Also yes bi, he had the bi flag colors on the flowers on ihs portrait they left where his seat used to be.

So with the cards all on the table, the Cube passes judgment; Eclipsa is guilty.. but so are her judges minus Moon, so he tells them to think about that, which they do, while he leaves so they can sort out their issues. Star reads the assholes the riot act.. until she stumbles on realizing something: Eclipsa, her supportive, loving, and wonderful grandma whose actually like her.. isn’t her grandma. Eclipsa responds with an “I’m sorry sweetie’ making two things clear by her tone: She’s just as devistated by this reveal as star, she just has more pressing things in her head right now, and that even if their not bound by blood.. sh’es still star’s grandma and always will be. What hits harder is the realization sh’es not a princess and her life is a lie. Granted she is TECHNICALLY a princess , since her dad is still a king by blood and could take the johnason throne if he wanted, but tha’ts being pednatinc: the real point is that the legacy that put so much pressure on her all her life is a lie, and she isn’t who she thought she was. “We’re nothing mom, we’re nothing. “

So star runs off as both of her moms try and comfort her. And as we close out this episode god damn is Eden Sher good in this. Just her acting in this scene is so damn heartbreaking and powerful, going from indignant and calling out the cocmisison.. to heartbreaking, slowly and quitely falling apart as she realizes what happened. So what’s this anguish star’s going through amount to?

Oh sure the ending of season 3 wouldn’t happen without this reveal.. but Star being devistated by it goes NOWHERE. There’s no character arc of her dealing with the fact she’s no longer a princess or once she gives teh wand to eclipsa, even heir to the throne probably. No angst, no deep reflection not even an offhand joke. We find out who the commoners Festivia descended from were.. but that’s IT. Star just kinda ignores this like her confession to marco last season only that at least got a payoff. I will bitch about that payoff soon but it’s you know A PAYOFF. This is a WASTE of an utterly amazing plot twist, one that turns the show on it’s head and star’s entire rebelious princess character around. because they just didn’t care to actually let her change as a character after this season. She learns nothing from this point, dosen’t really grow, and ends in a really terrible and ghastly place. This episodes excellent and while it’s after effects would be felt.. it left SO much more on the table they never bothered to pick up and use.

Final Thoughts: As I said full of wasted potetinal.. but one of the series best episodes still. Hampered a bit by said waste of potetial but on it’s own it’s gripping, has a well set up swereve, and some great acting and animation all around.

So that does it for this review: Next Time: Star and Tom’s relationship progresses as Tom is forced to see what his privlage has insulated him from, while it then hits a massive road block as we get.. to Booth Buddies. And yes i’m doing Skooled second, Booth Buddies is TECHNICALLY seasonly approraite for valentine’s way.. just like herpes. Until then follow this blog for more reviews, my comissions are open shoot me an ask for details and until the next rainbow, it’s been a pleasure.

#star vs the forces of evil #star butterfly #eclipsa butterfly #moon butterfly #hekapoo #rhombulus #omnitraxus prime #sean #river butterfly #king shastaca #meteora butterfly #butterfly trap #total eclipsa the moon #disney #animation

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Beauty Chooses II-Chapter 8

A special thanks to @statell for all your help

Previous chapters at AO3

Chapter Eight- Nick of Time

I felt tears running down my face and said over and over again, “I love you Jamie, please don’t leave me.”

Misses Crook commanded the faucet to shoot water out and filled a large pan. She wielded her power to push the burner to high so the water would boil. She was not afraid. The Laird needed her attention and skills to pull through and the devil himself would not alter her purpose.

Glavia brought stacks of towels from upstairs and tore into linens to make bandages and fabric for compresses. I witnessed the mobilization of the household to pull Jamie from death’s door and felt him pull me to him.

“Stay with me, love. I am afraid to leave ye. I’m afraid.”

“Don’t be afraid, I will follow you through the gates of heaven or the fires of hell. I will not let you go.”

My hands gripped his upper arms and Joe somehow worked around me. I could tell there were many wounds that were cleaned and bandaged one at a time. I heard Baritone call out beats per minute and blood pressure as Joe worked swiftly to stem the bleeding from so many wounds. I just laid with Jamie and made him feel my love.

I was coming to the surface from somewhere unknown. My back was screaming at me to move and my arms were completely numb. I panicked because I could not hear Jamie. My head came up and my wide eyes looked around the kitchen for Joe. Jamie had white bandages all over his legs and arms, chest, and head. I looked for someone, anyone, to tell me Jamie was alive. I felt myself getting hysterical and then Joe breezed into the kitchen and looked at me smiling.

“You’re awake Pet, and your husband lives.”

“He will live? Joe? Oh, my God! Thank you, Joe, thank you. You brought him back, didn’t you? He was dead when we found him, wasn’t he?”

Joe looked at me with such compassion, and when he spoke, I felt the magic of the stones, time travel, and a promise made two-hundred and fifty years ago. It was all in me, filling me up. I looked at Joe, waiting to hear the miracle.

“Yes, Pet. Jamie had passed already when we found him. You got us back here in time to restart his heart. If his heart had been beating when we traveled, I think it would have killed him, judging by the pressure exerted on me going through the centuries. It took all of us, including you, keeping him calm, giving him a reason. When he took that first breath I almost fainted. I would not have bet on him to rally.” He touched my cheek. “But he did.”

I was too happy to listen at the moment, but I tried anyway. I wanted to shout it from the rooftop that Jamie lives!

“I knocked him out so he could rest for several days and start healing. He would sacrifice everything to make sure you’re cared for, so I took that option away. I’m sorry Pet. I want him to wake long enough to eat and then another injection to put him back to sleep. If I had the equipment, I would feed him by tube and not wake him at all. Will you help me Pet? While he’s awake eating you talk of daisies and blessings. Okay?”

I got up and put my head on Joe’s shoulder. “Okay.” My arms went around him, and I hugged him with all my might pulling a chuckle out of him.

Later in the day, Jamie was stable enough to be moved to a bedroom. Joe suggested Murtagh’s room because it was on the same floor.

”Please Joe, is it so terrible to carry him upstairs so he wakes in the Laird’s room, his room?”

All the men gathered around Jamie and carried him upstairs to his room. I laid beside him and held him close to me. On the third day, I heard Jamie chuckling in his sleep.

“Ye have a kiss for da? That’s a good lass.”

I was happy that Faith found him in his dreams and gave him love. I looked at his face in sleep and saw him smile. I dropped back to sleep and sometime later, felt a warm hand move up my arm and jerked my head up. Jamie was still smiling, running his hand down my arm like he used to. I cuddled him close to me and saw it was dark outside, so we had a bit more time to dream together before Joe woke him up.

My little Faith had been brought to me for three days so I could nurse her. While nursing she would tug at Jamie’s shirt and babble at him. Several times she would cling to Jamie when Glavia came to bring her back to the nursery. I would lay her next to her father, so she could fall asleep holding his arm, with her thumb in her mouth. It took my breath away to see her love for him as they slept together for hours while I watched.

On the fourth day, Joe did not come with an injection after Jamie ate. We were left alone, come what may. Jamie slept for many hours and Faith decided she had to stay with her da after I fed her. I hardly knew if it was day or night anymore. I looked out the window at the low light and wondered if it was dawn or nightfall. I didn’t care.

Faith wrapped her arm through Jamie’s and babbled to him. She wasn’t falling asleep like usual and squirmed until she had climbed on his back and put her head down. Her fingers were in his hair and she worked her way into his neck. The thumb found her mouth and the babbling stopped. I watched the miracle with a full heart that almost stopped when Jamie asked her for a kiss.

He raised his head and turned his face toward her while she grabbed for more hair.

“Faith, do ye have a kiss for yer da?”

She kicked her legs and pulled on his arm trying to get her puckered mouth to his face. He leaned into her to receive the requested kiss and his hand came out to hold my arm. I shook with my tears watching him come to life. When he looked at me, he smiled.

Sometime in the night I felt Glavia touch my arm and point at the baby. I extracted a sleeping Faith from under her father’s arm and handed her over. When it was just me and Jamie, he pulled me close to him. I placed feather-light kisses on his face as he smiled himself to sleep.

When Jamie was awake enough to meet Joe, the moment felt suspended across two and a half centuries. They were both sparkling happy to meet the other after hearing so much about each other.

Joe examined Jamie’s wounds checking for infection and then redressing them. He had come prepared to treat anything I assume, because he never seemed to run out of needles and tiny bottles as he attended Jamie. I finally put myself in Joe’s shoes and realized just how much of a hero he was. What was he doing in London, how could he get away at a moment’s notice, how could he get all this medicine and instruments? It seemed an endless supply and then there was Baritone. What was he doing in London with Joe? I had a million questions that would have to wait until Jamie was under his own power again.

The men were locked in a conversation about the weapons used to cause the various injuries. Jamie did his best to describe the event, the arc of the weapon, the force used to wield it, and Joe made drawings and scribbled notes next to each.

“It’s lights out for you my friend. I apologize for so many questions. I look forward to talking again.”

Jamie’s eyelids were insistent and closed for a rejuvenating sleep that would last for hours. I pulled the quilt up under his chin and walked Joe down to the kitchen just as Baritone was plowing through the door holding a king's ransom in clothing. Bag after bag was placed on the table as I tore through them. I had washed my breeks and shirt every day, but I was very ready to relieve myself of this ugly outfit. I thought about Misses Crook and Glavia for the first time in four days, feeling ashamed it took so long.

“Where on earth did all this come from, Baritone?”

“I have scoured every thrift store in Edinburgh and a church rummage sale to find this stuff. I asked the women what they would feel comfortable in and pestered them until they let me measure them. It was an easy conversion of my hand width although Misses Crook may not recover from being touched continuously for ten minutes.” He was laughing. “She clung to Glavia the whole time and closed her eyes. Glavia was easier. That girl is game for anything, it’s awesome. I tried to get them into the jeep for a ride but that is still a no-go zone.”

I kissed his cheek and hugged him with my thanks, he was a good man who took it upon himself to see to their every need.

“This is the fun part, go get them so we can find some stuff that fits!”

I ran upstairs and pulled the women down taking Faith so she could watch the excitement as they held shirts and pants in their arms. Well, Glavia did. Misses Crook looked traumatized at having to wear such things and looked at me for an escape. Baritone handed her a bag of special things he found just for her and he smiled at her fearful face. I pulled each item out and was astounded he found such things. There were six garments that would suffice as a shift and long dresses that covered her completely. Glavia pulled her upstairs so they could finally get out of the dresses they had worn for five days. It was a tense twenty minutes.

When I heard footsteps on the stairs, I held my breath until two transformed women walked meekly into the kitchen. Joe and Baritone won the world record for compliments and esteem building statements. I felt the tears again and wondered if they would ever stop. Faith pushed the tears off my cheeks, “no, no, mama.” Then she kissed my face for several minutes making me laugh.

Misses Crook wore a casual floor-length dress that was all the rage when I was last here and her boots. I told her how nice she looked and saw the red rims of her eyes as she looked at the floor. She was miserable and my heart broke for her.

“Misses Crook, I am rather good with hand sewing. I don’t know how long we will be here, but I will dedicate time to crafting something more suitable and beige. Skirts, jacket, petticoat, and bum-roll. You only need to wear this when I wash your dress. Okay?”

She reached out and grabbed my arm as the tears fell. “Mistress, I thank ye. Bring the fabric, I can sew my own.

I turned my attention to Glavia, and it was like looking from night to day. She was dressed in loose pants and a cotton button-down with flat shoes. She radiated happiness in her modern clothes and touched her ribs constantly. I walked to her smiling.

“It feels weird at first not to wear a corset, but you will learn to love it.”

She beamed at me and curtsied reaching for Faith who now had a belly full of milk and drooping eyes. When she left the kitchen to take Faith to bed she backed out, smiling and nodding. That was weird, I thought. I wondered if she was self-conscious of her butt showing with no bum-roll.

With Misses Crook still looking at the floor and sniffling, I pulled her upstairs to gather the soiled pieces of her dress and get them in the wash. She stayed in her room and sat quietly on her bed until she had her skirts, jacket, bum roll, corset, stockings, and shift back. I hurried.

I raced downstairs to hug both men who were making sandwiches and drinking beer. They both wanted me to sit with them and talk and I realized how little time I had given them while they were so devoted to each of us. I moved toward the table and heard a crash upstairs, spinning on my heel to race up the steps.

Poor Jamie was on the floor passed out. I called for Baritone and Joe, then heard Faith crying after being woken up by my yelling. I was hysterical and torn between helping Jamie and helping Faith. I could hear Glavia coo’ing to the baby and her crying stopped. I helped the men get Jamie back into bed. Joe sat with him, finger on his pulse and Baritone came back with the blood pressure cuff.

“He needs blood Pet. I hoped he would build his blood by eating but there is too much taxing his resources with all his wounds. I don’t have the equipment to test everyone’s blood type and give him a transfusion.”

Joe hung his head and looked crestfallen. “How could I forget that?”

I hugged him and told him of everything he did bring and how it saved all of us, but it did little to help his concern. He would be staying with Jamie for now and suggested we relax for the afternoon. We were being dismissed and Baritone held the door for me looking at Joe compassionately.

“He will be inconsolable for the rest of today Claire. That’s just Joe, especially when it affects someone so important. He will be fine as soon as he forgives himself.”

I was horrified and pestered Baritone for a way to help Jamie.

“I may be able to help but it won’t be quick, or ethical. If Joe is this distraught, he must fear for Jamie’s life so I will do what I can.”

He was holding me down telling me to breathe and calm down. He kept apologizing for his insensitive comment about Jamie dying. I just wanted to run upstairs and hold him, but Baritone pleaded with me to let Joe doctor him. It took a good five minutes, but I finally nodded my head and sat back on the couch. My whole body was shaking, and my head was screaming but I promised Baritone and put my faith in Joe.

It was a long afternoon and the minutes passed like hours while my mind conjured up every awful scenario, driving me closer to insanity. I turned the television on hoping for distraction and watched a program like it was yesterday I had done such a thing. Misses Crook came quietly downstairs and launched herself into the closest wall when she looked at the television. Her hand was pressed to her chest, eyes wide, and mouth agape. Like she had just seen miniature people interacting inside a box. She was crossing herself continuously and trying to melt into the wall.

“Misses Crook! It’s alright, I’m sorry for not warning you about this box. It’s alright, those people are not real. Well, they’re real but not in the box, umm, let’s turn this off and explain another time. I think your dress is ready, let’s check.”

She would not enter the laundry room, too small and too loud for her nerves I think. I handed her a fresh, warm dress and smiled encouragingly. When she came downstairs the next time, she looked just like the old Misses Crook with renewed confidence and a clean dress.

The afternoon went by at a snail’s pace until I could not stand it anymore. I opened Jamie’s door quietly and looked at Joe who was deep in concentration. Jamie looked very pale in his sleep and wore the deflated cuff around his arm, apparently for repeated readings. Joe didn’t notice I had come in the room and I was too scared suddenly of what he would tell me. I slipped out and went back to pacing the downstairs.

We prepared dinner and I nursed Faith while I watched the sunset and darkness set upon the estate. Where was Baritone and what was his mission? He said he would try to help Jamie and left hours ago. I handed a sleepy Faith to Glavia and walked upstairs hanging my head. I didn’t want to hear that Jamie would die; I didn’t want to hear Joe could not help him. I entered the room with tears flowing and looked at the two of them. Jamie looked even paler if that were possible. I knelt at Joe’s feet and looked up, ready to be devastated. He pulled me up and walked me into the hall. He would not let go of my shaking hands.

“It’s time to make a decision Pet. Without a transfusion, Jamie won’t make it through the night. The hospital will want identification, at least a name they can match with birth records. They won’t find anything for a twenty-five-year-old Scot named James Fraser. They will treat him and then interrogate us for his next of kin, parent’s names, siblings, anything that will provide his identity. His wounds are not consistent with any weapon we use today. They will send his picture to every agency in Scotland asking for identification.”

What Joe couldn’t tell her is he could not be involved with the hospital and their pursuit of Jamie’s identity. He could not risk involving himself with a man with no identity. It felt to him like abandonment because she would have to bring him in alone. It was the only way to save Jamie at this point.

I pulled Joe to the kitchen for much-needed food. There was something he wasn’t telling me and that was my worst fear now. I tried to eat but could not, so I crept into Jamie’s room and carefully laid down next to him. His skin was the color of a white sheet and my tears were pouring out of my eyes. There was no decision to make. We had to save his life and pay consequences later. I went back downstairs to tell Joe. I could hear excited talking and Baritone’s voice, which was never hard to miss. When I walked into the kitchen Joe was crushing Baritone to him with a huge smile. I saw a cooler on the table and two bags full of what looked like medical equipment. I looked at Joe blankly.

“We are saved Pet, because Baritone is the smartest, most resourceful person in the universe! We have blood for Jamie!”

It was quite a leap from utter despair to saved and all I could do is smile vacantly and wonder why Joe wasn’t shooting the blood into Jamie already. I looked in the cooler and saw piles of O-negative blood bags. Joe took my hand and the cooler as we walked upstairs. He took some time to smooch with our hero Baritone while I cuddled up to Jamie.

“Do not be afraid my dearest love. Help is here and you will feel better in a short time. Be strong and brave for me, don’t give up.”

I gave him the lightest kisses while Joe and Baritone set up a crude stand for the blood transfusion Baritone was blushing from Joe’s constant praise which made his Hollywood-handsome face even more disarming. I watched the blood run down the tube into Jamie’s arm and felt the first ray of hope in this devastating day. Joe shuffled everyone out of the room and closed the door leaving me alone with Jamie.

I started telling him what I remembered of our days together before we sailed for France. I explained the funny times when his joy would sweep me away and the intimate times when we celebrated our never-ending desire for each other. I talked myself into a deep sleep, disturbed only by Joe coming in to check Jamie’s blood pressure and heart rate., or hang another bag of blood. I could not remember how many times Joe checked Jamie as he was in and out of the room for most of the night. Several times he touched my cheek or squeezed my hand and my heart was bursting with love for my friend. For saving Jamie.

Deep in the night, I felt Glavia touch my arm and I heard Faith sniffling. She had cried so hard she hiccupped when breathing and held her arms out to me. I didn’t hear her cry meaning my sanity edged farther away from me. I told Glavia I would keep her for the rest of the night and sent her to bed.

I hummed while Faith nursed and settled down. When she was deep in sleep again, I laid her between us and drifted back to the black.

“Da-da-da-kish-da-kish ohh ma-mum-mum-mum-up mama.”

My eyes opened to Faith’s nose pressed against mine and she smiled and sat up reaching behind her to play with Jamie’s shirt. I kissed her a dozen times and went rigid in shock when I heard Jamie’s voice say, “wee lassie.” Faith was babbling to her father while I shot up to look at his beautiful face. His color was back, and he was reaching for me. I noticed there wasn’t a bag of blood hung so Joe cut him off sometime in the night. I cuddled him and said good morning.

When Joe came in to check Jamie, I took Faith downstairs to start breakfast for everyone. Misses Crook had a large pot of oatmeal ready to serve and I demonstrated the use of the toaster to her and Glavia. I pulled fresh fruit out, butter, and cream cheese just wanting everyone to eat all they could and then celebrate the day.

Baritone was picking at the oatmeal, still a slave to his body fat index. He handed me a large bag from Macy’s and smiled as I tore into the treasures inside. There were two pairs of designer jeans and several shirts, belts and sandals. I launched at him and kissed him soundly while he laughed deep in his belly.

“I turned the horses out lassie.”

My head shot up at the sound of Murtagh’s voice. I hugged him for a full minute because it had been so long since I’d seen him.

“And the Laird?”

“He is doing much better Murtagh.”

The passage of time was finally less painful, in fact, it was springtime when everything is renewed. The days were warmer, Jamie got stronger, and the household settled into a routine. One morning I awoke early, just as the sun was coming up and went downstairs for some juice. Joe was sitting in the big lazy boy reading the paper, just like I remembered him doing. I watched him, missing the closeness.

“It will always belong to you, Pet.”

“What will?”

“My lap.”

I hugged him and found my drink before returning to Jamie. We have been in this century for four weeks and even Misses Crook has accepted the wicked technology of the television. At least she doesn’t throw herself at walls anymore when the television is on. I could not wait to get back to Jamie’s time at first, but I am getting accustomed to the luxury of hot showers, toilets, cars, and riding for fun rather than transport. What will we do when Jamie is strong enough to travel the centuries?Will we stay or will we go back?

Misses Crook made a new kilt for Jamie from wool Baritone purchased along with several white shirts. When Jamie could stand for a few minutes, baritone measured his waist and thighs for pants. He still slept for most of the day but in the evening, he would get a second wind and we would play with Faith on the big bed and talk a little.

“Sassenach, where are we? I assume this is your time because of Joe bein here, but where are we?”

I was stunned. “You don’t recognize the house? It’s Lallybroch Jamie. Fixed up and modernized but it’s your home and land. Remember me telling you I purchased it from the bank?”

Jamie looked around the room as if for the first time. His eyes were very large as he considered the possibility. “I want to see the rest of the house, please Sassenach.”

Joe had mentioned recently that Jamie would want to get out of his room as he felt better and warned me to go slow but let him out. I giggled at that, then and now, like I would have any power to stop him.

We walked slowly down the hall so he could see the door to the attic, the grand hallway of the second floor and doors to the same rooms he and Jenny had when they lived here. He moved toward the stairs and I pulled him back asking him to rest first. I could see his eyes blazing with excitement that this really was his childhood home.

He pulled me into a hug and looked down at me cocking his head.

“Well Sassenach, I could leave ye here and go myself but that wouldn’t be much fun so yer goin with me.”

He saw Faith sitting on the floor playing with her blocks and his smile beamed. When she saw him, she started babbling excitedly, “da-da-da!” Glavia looked up and saw Jamie taking a careful stair at a time and she jumped up and down and clapped her hands calling for Misses Crook. We had an audience as our feet finally landed on the first floor. Jamie looked pale and I freaked out pulling him to the couch.

I brought Faith to sit in his lap and the two of them went into their own world while I looked for Murtagh. I finally found him repairing fencing and shook my head smiling. The work ethic of a healthy Scot could not be ignored. They were driven to work. It’s what gave their lives purpose and stability. I remembered times when one man could finish the chores on Jamie’s estate, and Murtagh would go work with a neighbor that needed help. I suddenly felt nostalgic for that better life and realized the trappings of the modern world were complicit in separating people from all I loved about 1745. I knew Jamie would feel it too, eventually.

Murtagh was full of smiles seeing Jamie on the couch. They sat and talked a bit while I nursed Faith. She was getting quite good at drinking from a cup and it was time to start weaning her. My heart broke a bit as I rocked this sweet child looking up at me, forcing her eyes to stay open. Sleep won and I handed her to Glavia and followed them upstairs to change the sheets on our bed and air out the room. I made fast work of it and coming down to the laundry room saw all the men sitting together talking about life in Jamie’s time. I started the wash and saw Jamie’s eyes follow me, beckoning. I sat next to him and joined the conversation until Joe declared enough for the first trip downstairs. Murtagh and Joe helped Jamie upstairs and into bed. He barely had the strength to lift his leg for the next step. I thanked them all and said good night.

“Sassenach, I canna sleep with all these clothes. Will ye help me get them off.” When he laid down on cool clean sheets, he sighed for so long it made my heart hurt. I never thought to take his clothes off while he laid there, week after week. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands through his hair until he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Jamie’s recovery was nothing short of a miracle and in a week's time, he was walking short distances outside in the fresh air, looking at fields that hadn’t changed since he last saw them in his time. When I knew he could make it to the barn I walked him in and watched the shock on his face as Donus stamped the ground and snorted in his happiness.

“Donus, how?”

“I brought them so they wouldn’t starve just like you told me to.”

Jamie’s face lost color and he staggered to a hay bale to sit down. “Come sit with me Mo chridhe and tell me how you got them here. How you got any of us here.”

My heart was racing as I took one-inch steps toward him. I had avoided all talk of transporting people across the centuries, pulling them away as the British musket balls flew through the air toward my head. How we were unable to sail to safety with no alternative but to seek shelter in the high caves only to be discovered the second day. I didn’t want to tell him how many trips I took to the gorge looking for the blue stone. I didn’t want to tell him how I betrayed him.

“Sassenach, no matter how slow ye walk ye will eventually answer my questions.”

When I looked up at him, I heard the gasp. “Come here lass, now, ye look like yer walkin to the gallows. What can trouble ye so?”

I sat down on the hay with him and looked at my feet, pleading for a way out of this.

“Are ye ready to talk to me, sweetheart?”

“I’d rather not actually.”

He took my hand and dropped his head back to rest on the wall behind him. “There are two women in ye Claire. Here, yer independent and commanding in the nicest possible way. Suddenly, I’m with the wife I remember in our life at Lallybroch. Timid, quiet, subservient.”

He pulled my shoulder so I would turn toward him and lifted my chin to look at him.

“I loved her, with all my heart. But I love ye more this way Claire.”

His eyes were burning with his truth and it took my breath away. Was he telling me he loved the take charge Claire the most? I was confused, remembering the day he tortured me about the money I took from his desk. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

“I can see ye bein tossed on an ocean of changing rules and roles and I want to quiet yer mind love. We do as we are taught until we see another way that is better. Forgive me for my dominance of ye, forgive my callousness. Open yer mind like ye have opened mine. I’ve watched ye for the past weeks and I’ve fallen in love all over again. Speak yer truth Sassenach and please don’t lose yerself again to walk in my shadow, not ever.”

His eyes were full of compassion and I felt my back straighten and met his gaze.

“Now then, how did ye get everyone to this time, love.”

I had a choice, to believe in what he said about loving the strong Claire, or dodging his questions and getting him back to bed.

“Well, Murtagh tried many times to book us passage to America. He told me you would escape, and we had to be ready to disappear with you. There were no ships because the British army had taken them. As the battle got closer, we had no choice but to hide in the caves until we could find a ship. We emptied the house of the valuable pieces and heirlooms and put them in the priest’s hole. I went to the gorge four times after they took you, looking for the blue stone. I had a bad feeling we wouldn’t get away, so I kept searching. After our first night in the cave, I snuck Brimstone out of the barn and rode for the gorge. A huge storm was above me and it ripped open leaving me with no shelter against the pouring rain and lightning. I was heartbroken, defeated, and utterly empty inside as the rain soaked me through. I didn’t pray. I just stared at the rocks. Then, the outer dirt melted away from a brilliant blue rock, right in front of my eyes. I grabbed it and saw others, putting them all in my sack.”

“I galloped back and saw the house was full of red coats. When I reached the cave, Murtagh, Misses Crook, Glavia, and Faith were being pushed out of it by two British soldiers. I believe Faith was crying which led the soldiers to them. I waited, hearing them taunt Murtagh with watching them throw Misses Crook over the edge followed by Faith and then raping Glavia.”

I cried with the memory. It was terrifying and this was the first time I brought it all back. Jamie held me close to him and asked me to continue when I could.

“The soldiers were talking among themselves and distracted so I ran to the group, telling them to hold hands and not to let go. I was so scared. I saw the soldiers raise their rifles, pointing at my head. I closed my eyes and thought about Lallybroch in my own time and suddenly we were whisked away, seconds before the musket balls could crash into my head.”

“Jesus Claire!” Jamie hugged me to him, and I felt his strength and his love but there was no anger. It gave me the strength to continue.

“I thought you were dead. You came to me in my dreams and told me to get the horses or they would starve. You woke me up and told me to go. So I did. Watching the house, I started to move toward the barn, and you told me to wait. A red coat walked out the kitchen door and rode away. I brought the horses here soon after.”

Jamie was speechless but continued to hold me close, lending his strength so I could tell the story.

“How did I get here Sassenach. My last memory is laying on the grass of Culloden Moore, knowin I was dyin and praying you would forgive me.”

“For what?”

“For being taken and leavin ye alone.” He dropped his head. “For breakin my promise to get us away before the battle.”

“Jamie!” I threw my arms around him and told him it wasn’t his fault and I never thought it was. I was crying and he just held me to him.

“The British gathered the living and we waited our turn to be shot. I had no more life in me and felt myself drifting away. Rupert McKenzie shook me, askin if I was alive. It brought me back, to the pain and the visions of you and Faith that were breakin my heart. They pulled Rupert away and I heard the shot that ended his life. I remember nothin after that, so how did I get here.”

“You woke me up and asked me to help you. I took Joe with me and found you in the dooryard of Lallybroch. Someone had left you there, I don’t know when. Joe told me to get us back immediately, so I did. They worked on you all night and I later learned you had passed already, and Joe brought you back by restarting your heart.”

I was sobbing now and clung to Jamie like a lifeline. He had gone pale again and I suddenly worried I had overtaxed him. I begged him to wait right there and ran to the house for Joe sprinting back to my relief he was still seated where I left him.

Once Jamie was in bed with some juice, he held my hand to him. “Dinna leave yet Sassenach.”

I stayed back when the others left and closed the door. Jamie looked up at me like he was seeing me for the first time. His eyes radiated love and appreciation and he kissed my hand.

“Ye set yer cap for me Sassenach and fought death itself to keep me. I am so grateful mo chridhe. I saw ye as the beautiful woman that ye are before, now I see ye as a warrior, like me. How did I win the love of one so special?”

I laid down next to him and he held me close. I looked into his crystal blue eyes and smiled. “I fell in love with a handsome, dashing Scot, in a barn, in the middle of the night, when it was bitter cold outside. I haven’t seen my heart since.”

I kissed him and felt a kiss I remembered. Soft at first, gradually claiming my soul, stealing my mind, promising everything, and leaving me breathless. I felt my arousal and panicked trying to think of a way to extricate myself from his arms. I felt his breath on my cheek and saw he was sound asleep. I cuddled with him, giving up the reins of the day, happy to free-fall with my dearest love, into the surrender of sleep.

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It´s your life

Chapter 1

Off we go…

Kristanna Modern AU

Rating: G

Word counting: 2211

Kristoff takes Anna away off her studies – she´s a mess before exams…

So that was about it. Kristoff was sick of watching his girlfriend exhausting herself with struggling towards her exams. Not that she would not make them. He was convinced she would do great finals. But her family had burdened her with heavy responsibility of representing their name with the greatest marks she should get – within the first 10 of finalists – that meant to end her collage degrees “with merit”. Anna was smart and she had great skills to make her way into a bright future, the young man was positive for her. But! If only the family business would not call for her in person, to shout out their greatness just because of titles and medals!

Kristoff frowned on the thoughts. He had seen Anna wrench with worry to fail on her family´s name. She didn´t really like the goal they had set for her – without even actually asking if it was what she wanted – to become a respectable lawyer. Anna had mentioned several times that she would so much more prefer to study some profession on socialised basics. Of course, as a lawyer one should have social skills… Kristoff wrinkled his nose thinking about Anna´s sister being anything less than socialising. It wasn´t that he would not like Elsa as such, she was after all Anna´s sister. But she was reluctant and tentative when it came to events or communicative situations. She like to withdraw herself from any personal attachments. Of course, as a strict and professional lawyer she could not afford to associate to much with others. She had to prevent her person from gossip and speculative turns.

But Anna was the opposite. She needed personal contacts, literally craving for fun and sharing time with friends and colleagues. Anna had accompanied Kristoff several times to events organised by his working team, to sportive events with friends or then to his family celebrating seasons.

No! This kind of profession would be her downfall. He had to do something about this. Kristoff loved Anna to much to watch this fruitless and bizarre process any longer. He understood Anna struggled to get anyone happy around her, even if that meant that she had to step back. But she was the one to definitively be happy. And that was what Kristoff had set his mind for!

Kristoff assumed well enough the effort and nerve taking time the last term of college would require. But how senseless it was, if one had to strive for best marks �� just to please others. He thought about his own dreams and goals he had set for himself. Nothing great, it was in comparison. But after all, if he would succeed the next few years, he would make a respectable living to feed a little family. He didn´t have the chance to follow a college career, stepping right into working life after Senior High. But a good life it was, nevertheless. His career as carpenter wasn´t bad. He made a good living, good enough for himself, that was.

He wondered though of what Anna really dreamed about. She had never really set her mind focused completely, all slowed and conducted in pace by her family in the background. Kristoff took a heart and wanted to get her to himself for a quiet moment and challenge this great girl to free herself from a pressure she didn´t deserve at all. He would support her in any way he could. If only she would let him be the one at her side!... But then, Kristoff subconsciously feared the gap between them, financially and socially. He would never be able to offer Anna the life she was used to right now. What if that would matter more to her than their relationship? That was, what he needed to find out. And the thought of her breaking up and backing up to her former familiar life, scared him and tore at his heart. But then, if not now, how long should he prolong of facing the truth?

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The sun lit the room in a golden light, inviting anyone for a comfortable stroll in the nice spring afternoon. Early May, warm but not hot, nature blossoming but not yet in full colour. The smell of fresh flowers and kind spring winds rustling around the grounds to caress people’s faces, it was all good doing to body, soul, and spirit.

Anna didn´t really notice much of it.

She sat over her books, elbows on the table, her head laying heavy in her hands. She went through the book beneath her eyes, glaring back up at her from the table desk.

Basically, she didn´t disklike the topic of law and orders. After all, it helped to help people who needed advice and support on law-matters, not being treated wrong. But then, there was so much corruption. When Anna had served in her family´s office, for practical study terms, she had been appalled upon certain undergoing of mistreating the law, putting it correctly for formality reason, but certain cases were not correct from morality point of view. Anna had faced her sister, Elsa, for that matter and asked why they would defend people who had done wrong, admittingly, just to get their rights pushed through. It had been a matter of loyalty towards good friends, and everybody got his right for defence. They would not justify the wrongdoing but help them getting a better way out of it. That was all. It would be still correct.

Anna couldn´t share this opinion. Still, once she got her degrees, she could change her ways and be a good lawyer to people in need, real need. People who might not have much money. She had set her mind of selling her character to money. But her family wanted her in their business. She didn´t like it. Not at all. The problem was, Anna hadn´t the guts to stand up against them. They were family. Her parents were kind people, but then obliged to friends and business. The long year family tradition and their represented name. Elsa was loyal, correct, but in her ways not so people bound. She would handle the cases as such. The customers were customers and to be treated as such. End of the story.

Anna was different. She liked people in general, if not necessarily everyone the same… She hated injustice – that´s why she liked the law-thing. But injustice was in this world and would never be defeated to its downfall. So, that would be an endless enemy. Still, if she could be of little help in a little while, to little people – would it not be worth the struggle and effort?

She got up, got herself a cup of coffee from her kitchen corner and stood with her back leaned against the door frame. Glancing out the window, Anna sighed, and she decided to take a little break and to go for a short walk. The fresh air would do her good and free her heavy brain for sure. It was early Friday afternoon and the weekend beckoned invitingly to free her head. She smiled, put her cup into the sink, and put on her comfy boots. Skipping down the staircase to the front porch, she hummed a melody in anticipation of the sunny spring day. Anna decided to take the time to overthink her situation and later, when Kristoff came around, she would tell him. He had a sobber common sense, always listening carefully to her chaotic referees. He would encourage her in her plans, she was sure. Dear Kristoff, he was such a gift, such a treasure to her life. If only her family could see his worth, looking beyond name and career.

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Kristoff parked his Pickup in front of Anna´s flat.

Grinning a last time to the glove box he got out and made his way to the front door, when he heard a familiar voice call his name. Turning around he spotted his sweet ginger-headed gal. His heart leaped, then Anna looked happy. Her cheeks showed a soft red glow and her eyes sparkled at him in delight.

“You´re early!”

“Sorry, if I interfere with your schedule.” He shrugged and stepped down the steps to meet her.

“No. That´s wonderful. Happy to see you.” Anna strode up to him, flinging her arms around his neck, and tiptoeing she perked a soft kiss to his lips. “I´ve been thinking of you all this walk. And it did me good. Thinking of you, and walking, too.” She giggled, smiling up at him.

“It´s good to see you in this cheerful mood.” Kristoff perked a soft kiss to her forehead. “I´ve been worrying, you know.”

“You shouldn´t. I´m fine. But yes, there is something I would like to talk to you.”

Kristoff pressed his lips together. What was it?

Anna glanced up, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Hey, don´t look at me like a sad puppy. Nothing´s wrong, alright? I just need your honest opinion on something that´s roaming my mind. I trust you to be fair to me and don´t push me into something I´m not. You know, that means life to me!”

She was so wonderful. So passionate. Kristoff pulled her close into an embrace and caressed her back with his right hand, while he cupped the back of her head with his left. “Hey feisty pants, sure I will. I love you and I want your best, you know that, yes?”

Anna nodded into his chest and squeezed her arms tight around his waist.

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That was so exciting.

Anna loved surprises. She was all agitated and shifting on her seat.

They were on the way to somewhere; she was not supposed to know yet. It had taken her about ten minutes to pack some stuff for two nights. Oh gosh, that was awesome. She gnawed on her lips, wondering where they were heading to. Kristoff had announced that she should pack some comfy things, then something nice for the evening and then casual. Whatever made her feel comfy, that was most important to him. For the night, it was up to her… Goodness, that one had taken maybe eight out of ten minutes… What to wear for the night… At the end she had packed three different pieces. A long silky nightgown, a silky shorty, and a comfy cotton shorty. No idea what mood will be calling then… That was so exciting.

Kristoff had put on his sunglasses and was driving towards west. So, the coast, maybe? Las Vegas? Goodness. Some cosy beach hotel? He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other elbow rested on the open window frame.

“So, do you think we will need to stop in between for the length of drive?” Anna tried to ask as casually, looking out the window, playing with the end of one of her braids.

“Yeah, maybe, in case you need to step out?” Kristoff grinned towards her and smacked his lips. No other answer.

“What about dinner? Shall we have some on the way, or will we reach our destiny before evening?” She tried another one.

“In case you can´t wait? We can stop before. We have the freedom to do what we want.” Another grin.

He was good in this. Really. Still, it was a funny game. And Anna loved playing it. Maybe she would find out. But then, he intended to surprise her with something and she didn´t want to ruin it. She shifted her weight unto the left and leaned her head sideways to the headrest, just to place a soft hand tenderly on Kristoff´s arm.

“Thank you. It´s sweet of you, taking me out that way, you know. It´s not often I get such a lovely treat. Makes me really happy.” Her eyes felt moisty, but she swallowed the knot in her throat. She didn´t want to make a scene. It was just to wonderful a feeling. All of her felt just so happy, so whole, so… loved and cherished.

“That´s nothing, Anna. You deserve it! I hope you´ll like it. I tried my best, believe me. But then, be warned. I can´t afford the Hilton, you know that. But I guess to know you well enough that this is not what you want, right?”

Anna smiled and chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “No. Not at all. Glad you know me so well.”

Kristoff took a deep breath and then shortly turned his head to smile at her. Focusing back on the road, he mentioned to her as casually as possible. “Well then, honey, why don´t you check the glove box?!”

Anna gasped wide eyed, turned to the handle in front of her and opened the glove department. When she reached inside and pulled out an envelope, she gnawed on her lips again, looking sharply to Kristoff, who sat grinning, casually driving along.

Anna opened the envelope and pulled out the tickets for their weekend, and she shrieked in pure delight and disbelief of what she held in her hands. She had dreamed of this for so long and everybody had laughed her off in her family about it. Kristoff had heard her jovial dreaming about it, and he granted her this trip.

They were on their way to Disneyland!

#Kristanna fanfic #Modern AU #my fanfic #surprise trip #Frozen modern AU #Fanfiction

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armywriter2605 · 5 years

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Theirs -Chapter 2 - OT7 x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU! BTS; Yandere AU! BTS; Angst; Fluff; Smut (not yet); OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Cursing; Mature Content ; Mentions of abuse and bullying; Soft yandere; Gore; more to be added throughout the series

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GIF NOT MINE

"I'm exhausted! I didn't think moving out would be this tiring." You said as you laid down on the couch, your head on the lap of a very sleepy Yoongi. It was late and you and the guys had just finished moving all your things into their apartment, although you did the least of all of them, you were still completely worn out.

"Yah! You had the most pauses out of all of us!" Jungkook said jokingly as he sat down in front of the TV, getting ready to play some game.

"He's right, munchkin. How can you have so many clothes? Or the real question is how did they fit all into your wardrobe? That was some tidying up skills right there." Jimin was sitting on the ground with his back against the couch and eyes closed, his head resting on your stomach facing the ceiling.

"Hey! Blame Tae. He's the one giving me clothes as presents every month even when I tell him I don't have any space left for them."

You saw Tae shrug with a smile on his face before sitting next to Jungkook and putting his headphones on, joining the younger male on their game.

"So, how much of the rent shall I pay? I can also pay for the groceries once a week or so?" You were simply curious on how things would work; you surely weren't thinking of staying there for free. That was just ridiculous, although upon hearing your question, Yoongi cleared his throat and Namjoon, who was reading something on his phone on the other end of the couch, turn to you.

"Baby girl, you don't have to worry about that. We were the ones inviting you to stay here. You don't have to pay us to stay here." Namjoon's voice was flat, like this was something rather normal or something you should've seen coming or expecting.

You frowned at his response and turn your face to look at him, only to seeing him already looking at you, his face relaxed. "What? I'll be paying your landlord, of course. I just wanna help Joonie. I may not earn much, but at least it's enough to help around here. I don't feel comfortable knowing you guys are paying everything by yourselves. Especially when I know none of you work."

Just as you finished talking, the room became dead silent. Too silent for your liking. "Because you don't work, do you guys?" You swear you could hear Jimin gulping down air, yet as you were about to open your mouth to speak again, Jin and Hoseok walked into the living room with two trays full of sandwiches and fruit snacks.

"What's up with the tension? Let's eat! Jin-Hyung made these awesome sandwiches and wouldn't let me even try one of them." Hoseok said as he put the tray of sandwiches down on the coffee table before sitting down next to Jimin.

"You have to wait. If I'm making them and you're eating them then we wouldn't be going anywhere. Now all of us can eat them together." Jin said as he put down the tray he held before grabbing two sandwiches and sitting next to Namjoon.

You knew they were keeping something from you. There had to be something. It was impossible for them to be able to afford the apartment, unless they all did something. Jimin gave you a sandwich and you smiled at him before laying down again on Yoongi's lap. There could be many answers as to why they possibly didn't tell you what they did. Maybe they worked for the government. You knew many people who worked in those types of jobs couldn’t tell anyone about it, but they could still tell you they were working, right? Did they work from home perhaps?

You let out an annoyed sigh before it finally came to you. There was no better explanation than that. "Do you guys work in the…adult industry? Is that why you don't tell me what you do? I mean, it's fine if you do. I won't judge you at all. That would explain why you're home so often and gain good money." You weren't sure if you said something wrong, but the look Yoongi gave you sure didn't look like you guessed it right.

"Babygirl, if you're asking us if we do porn, no. No, we don't." Namjoon said as he ate the sandwich he had been given, his eyes on you.

"Angel, why would you even assume that!? We don't even have any other girls around besides you. Who would we even do it with?!" Hoseok looked at you like you were a monster with three heads and you still didn't understand why. They were seven young and healthy guys who lived together and seemed to have tons of money.

"Don't even answer that question, love. No, we're not in that industry. End of story." Yoongi said before closing his eyes again and yawning.

"I mean, it's the only reasonable answer. Either that or you work for the government or you're doing some illegal stuff. I just wanna know why you're keeping this from me. Every time I ask any of you about it, you just brush it off like it's such a stupid and irrelevant question." You said as you sat up, forcing Jimin and Hoseok to move their heads away from you.

"Do you not trust me? Because If you do, it sure doesn't seem like it. I wouldn't tell anyone about it, if that's your concern."

Jin sighed and put his hand on your knee, giving it a small squeeze. "That's not it, princess. Of course, we trust you. We would trust you with our lives, but some things are better left unknown."

By now, Jungkook and Taehyung had paused their game and were also facing you, eyes filled with concern. You just wanted to know what they kept from you. It was exhausting how you told them everything, yet they still had secrets in-between each other.

"Alright, Jin. I have to go clean my room and put everything into place. Goodnight guys, sleep well." You said as you got up and took one more sandwich before you gave each one of them a kiss on the cheek and walked away, leaving your seven best friends in silent with faces of concern.

Third person's POV

As soon as Y/N closed her bedroom door after getting in, Hoseok was the first to let out a deep sigh he didn’t even know he was holding. The boys surely knew she was catching up, and that she would eventually find out, yet if they could keep it a secret for a bit longer, they would.

Taehyung was the first to speak up. He had always been the one to support the idea of telling Y/N the truth, yet he also knew how much danger she could be put in once they told her everything about their lives.

"We have to eventually tell her. It's better if we tell her, than her finding out on her own or someone else telling her. We can easily protect her; we have been protecting her for almost 6 years now dammit."

"Keep your voice down, Tae." Yoongi hated when Y/N asked them those type of questions. It wasn't like he wanted to lie to her, but his love for her was too big to put her in any type of danger. He knew when she found out she would be upset and seeing her upset just broke his heart. "It's too risky."

"But Yoongi-hyung, she's living here now. She'll start asking why we leave at certain hours in the night, why we come back with bags full of money and leave early in the morning for the bank or stuff like that. Imagine if she finds one of our guns. How will we explain that?" Jimin, just like the other six, just wanted Y/N to be happy and seeing that this was bothering their princess was very saddening. He was hurt over how she could even think for a second that they didn't trust her. They would do anything for her, they have until now. It hadn't been easy to keep her in the dark. They knew their enemies would eventually try to come for their only weakness, the only one that could have them all on their knees in a matter of seconds, yet they had kept them all away. It was extremely difficult to get pass the seven of them.

Jin sighed as he leaned back against the couch, clearly tired and ready to call it a night. "Yoongi is right. If we tell her, the conversation could go two ways. Either she accepts it and we're all happy that she understood why we kept this from her or…"

"Or she leaves us." Jungkook was looking at the floor, fidgeting with his hands. "We can't let her leave. I love her, we all do. What will we do? We won't be able to protect her. Something may happen to her. If she leaves, I don't think I could even-"

"Enough. She's not leaving." Namjoon raised his voice, making his point clear yet also being careful to not speak too loudly so she wouldn't hear them. "Things will turn out perfectly fine, understood? Now that she's living with us some things will get much easier, yet others will get more difficult. Yes, we'll have to tell her, but everything will be okay. No matter what, as long as we're alive, she'll have us to keep her safe. That's what we promised, remember? Now, let's all go to sleep. We all need to rest. We have a mission tomorrow night."

Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook were the first to say their good-nights. Taehyung also left to wash up before going to bed, leaving the two elder boys and their leader in the living room. "I hope you're right, Namjoon. I truly hope you are." Yoongi had always been the one who strongly was against of letting Y/N know all of the stuff they did.

"When did I ever let you down, Hyung? She'll understand, trust me. Don't stay up too late, Hyungs. Goodnight." Seokjin waved while Yoongi simply gave him a nod as the younger left the two other alone to think for themselves.

"Well, since you decided to stay behind, help me clean this up, yeah? Come on." Jin chuckled as he got up to start cleaning everything, from the leftovers to the pillows that were on the ground and the controllers that had been left behind.

"Aish…" Yoongi let out an annoyed sigh but got up to help his friend before both of them also disappeared into the hallway and into their own bedrooms.

THE NEXT DAY

You woke up to a sweet aroma in the air, which you immediately identified as the smell of pancakes. You simply loved having pancakes in the morning, and waking up to them already done was just one of the best feelings in the world. It wasn’t before you tried to stand up that you noticed the arms around your waist, providing you with the warmth that surrounded your body.

“Stay for a bit more...I couldn’t sleep well when I knew you were sad because of us.” That husky and sleepy voice belonged to Taehyung. It was impossible to mistake it for the voice of one of the other’s. Your assumptions were confirmed right when you turn around and were met by a messy grey/silver haired boy.

“Tae, I wasn’t sad. I just don’t like to be kept in the dark. I wish you guys would trust me.” Taehyung shook his head as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hitting your neck, sending chills down your spine. You tried to ignore the foreign feeling as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to fix it a bit. “We trust you so much, baby doll. We just want you to be safe. Forever safe in our arms, our baby.”

You stared at the sleepy boy who hugged you like you were his life source, your heart skipping a beat. You were used to them using sweet nicknames when referring to you, yet this time it felt so different. Like you were more than their friend. It hadn’t been the first time you had felt like this and wondered if their nicknames and the way they talked to you and treated you meant more, but you always brushed away such thoughts.

You simply nodded at Tae’s words as you closed your eyes and kept running your fingers through his hair, wondering how it could possibly still be this soft when he had dyed his hair so many times before.

“I love it when you run your fingers through my hair like that. It’s so relaxing. I could stay like this forever.” Taehyung let out a giggle and you smiled at him before you heard your door opening very slowly.

“Angel? Are you awake? Breakfast is read-YAH! Taehyung, why are you here?” You giggled and opened your eyes to see Hoseok standing by your door, Jungkook and Jimin standing behind him.

“He’s there? Tae-hyung! That’s not fair!”

“You sneaky bastard! You’re even laying on her like that!?”

You could feel Taehyung smile against your neck, yet not moving a muscle. That made you smile as you looked at the three other who were staring at their friend and then at you.

“He said he didn’t sleep well, guys.”

“Didn't sleep well, my ass. You didn’t sleep well until you came in here to cuddle, right Tae?” Jimin said rolling his eyes, while Taehyung let out a chuckle and moved, laying next to you. “Good morning, baby doll. Morning Hobi-hyung, Jiminie, Jungkookie.” You shook your head while you stood up smiling. “Good morning guys. Let me go to the bathroom and then we’ll eat. Is everyone else awake?” Jungkook nodded while you walked passed them and towards the bathroom. “And Tae, get out of my bed!” You could hear the boys laugh before you entered the bathroom.

You did what you had to do before you headed to the kitchen where all the boys were. “Morning again.” You said as you sat down next to Namjoon and Jin, right in front of a plate full of pancakes. “I’m starving. Was it you who made the pancakes, Jinnie?”

“Who else would get up extra early to make breakfast, princess? Only Mr. Worldwide Handsome here.” You laughed and nodded. “Thank you, Jinnie. So what’s everyone doing today?”

“Me and Jungkookie are gonna play. They are supposed to update the game today and new maps are going to come out! It’s so exiting!” Taehyung said as he ate his food, while Jungkook nodded eagerly, his mouth full of food.

“Me, Hoseok-hyung and Jin-hyung were thinking of going to the mall and getting some stuff. Do you need anything, Munchkin?”

You shook your head as you ate a pancake, letting Namjoon fill your cup with coffee. “Me and Yoongi-hyung were thinking of just staying at home, maybe keep you company?”

You looked at Yoongi and then Namjoon, before shrugging. “I have work today though. Me and Seong-Min will be alone the entire day since the others have the day off.” You sipped your coffee and you took another pancake onto your plate.

“Who’s Seong-Min? I haven’t seen him before.” Jungkook said, giving his hyungs a look before looking at you with a smile on his lips.

“He joined like two days ago? Something like that. He’s new, but really skilled. I think he has worked in a cafe before. He has attracted a lot of new clients too, so that’s good.”

“Really? How old is he?”

You looked at Yoongi, who looked more grumpy than usual. “A year older than me and Kookie, 22.” They all nodded, yet stayed silent until Namjoon turn to you. “When are you done at work then?”

“Me and Seong-Min will close the store too of course, so not until late. Which of you handsome gentlemen will be the one picking me up?” You asked, half joking half serious, knowing one of them always came to pick you up and follow you home.

Namjoon shrugged as he got up, being followed by all of the others. “We’ll see. Don’t worry. One of us will be there.” You nodded finishing breakfast. Of course, one of them would be there. Or so you thought...

The day went by rather okay. Yoongi took you to work and even stayed there with you for a couple of hours, until he told you Jin was blowing up his phone telling him he had to come home and that it was his turn to cook them lunch. Of course, you believed him and let him go. You also preferred that he didn't stay, the glares he kept on giving your pore coworker were terrifying.

Seong-Min was a great person and he was very easy to work with, what made your day go by even faster. When the night came and the time to close the café neared, you were expecting to see one of the boys already there. They were always on time, saying they hated when you walked the streets alone at night.

"Waiting for the boyfriend?" You heard Seong-Min ask from behind you, as he locked the café doors.

"Boyfriend? No no. My friends usually pick me up from work. They said they would be here today too, but…aren’t?" You said slightly nervous as you checked your phone, expecting to have at least one text from one of them.

"Well, I can walk you home if you want?" You heard Seong-Min say as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Don't you usually go the other way though? It's okay, I can go by myself."

"No no! Well, yes but let me walk with you, please? I wouldn't feel good about myself knowing I let you walk home alone at this time of the night."

You smiled, yet shook your head. “Really, it’s fine. Thanks anyways. I’ll see you Sunday at work?”

Seong-Min nodded at you, slightly down you didn’t want him to follow you home. “Yeah, of course. But are you sure? I’ll gladly walk with you. Keep you company, you know?”

“I’m sure...Bye then.” You said before walking your way. You hated walking alone in the dark, yet having your coworker follow you home didn’t feel right either, specially when you didn’t know him that well. When you walked at night, you felt somehow paranoid and afraid something would happen to you. The boys always said that nothing would happen to you at all times, yet how could they be so sure if they weren’t there with you right now?

They couldn’t and unfortunately, neither could you.

Third person’s POV

As Y/N walked, she remembered she had her headphones in her purse and once she had music playing, everything got somehow better. Yoongi had made her a playlist with all her favorite songs and others he knew she would like, and she was truly thankful he had used his time to put her all time favorites into one playlist. She had somehow forgotten of her surroundings, until she opened her front camera to take a selfie for her friends and noticed a dark figure with a hoodie up looking at the ground. At first Y/N tried not to think much of it, yet as she continued walking, the more familiar that hoodie was to her.

A few blocks away, the seven boys were at a club’s VIP section about to finish their deal. All of them knew what time it was and that they were late to pick you up, yet as the man they were dealing with got more persistence on asking all sort of questions, the longer it was taking for them to get rid of him. It was like he knew they were in a hurry and din’t want to let them go.

Namjoon had thought of sending one of the boys to pick you up, yet when Hoseok tried to leave the room, the tension rose between Namjoon and the man. “How can I possibly trust any of you when you’re trying to send one of your best men out of the room? How do I know he won’t try something funny?” So, with that, Namjoon told Hoseok to stand by.

Each of the boys were growing much more impatient as the time went by and for their leader it was something very easy to notice and quite stressful. While Jungkook was drumming his fingers against the table, Taehyung and Jimin let out deeps sighs, Jin and Hoseok kept on nervously shaking their legs, Yoongi was getting more irritated by each small sound that filled the room. The voice of the man was ticking him off, and Namjoon was no where better.

Jin had informed Namjoon that they technically didn’t need this deal, the profit wasn’t anything too big, yet Namjoon said that having this sort of connections was nice and could come in hand. That was the only reason as to why the seven men still sat around the table they had been sitting around for the past 3 hours. Only them and the old guy who for some reason didn’t know what time was.

Namjoon was trying his best to answer to the man’s multiple questions, yet he lost his cool when it finally happened. A message from Y/N came in, each of the boy’s phones letting out a muffled sound because of the loud music being played in the background.

She was scared. Someone had scared their princess and she was now hiding. Before anyone could even move an inch, Namjoon had already cocked his gun out, shooting the man right between his eyes. “Let’s go. Our baby needs us.” While all of the boys smirked and nodded, Namjoon gave a signal to one their men to clean the scene that laid before them, before leaving with the others.

Lord had mercy on Seong-Min who just simply wanted to make sure Y/N got home safe, because the seven men sure knew they wouldn’t once they got their hands on him.

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realizing they love you. (kaminari, bakugo, todoroki, midoriya, mina, shinso, monoma, shigaraki)

here’s some shitty scenarios i wrote out of utter boredom. i need something to post while i work on other stuff that’s taking longer, so this exists. enjoy this word vomit.

requests are open!!!

Denki Kaminari

Kaminari realized he was in love with you on his bedroom floor.

You were hanging out with Kaminari in his room, listening to music and playing with your shared collections of Pokémon cards. It wasn’t anything special, but it was the first time the two of you had been alone in his room. When hanging out, you were almost always accompanied by Mina and Sero. However, everyone was busy, and Denki was kind of glad that he got the chance to be alone with you. He’d had feelings for you forever, and he didn’t think he could fall any harder. That is, until his favorite song started to play and your face lit up.

“I love this song!” You’d exclaimed, looking up at him with a huge smile on your face.

He dropped his card and returned your excitement with a wobbly smile. “Really? It’s my favorite.”

You slung an arm around his shoulder, disregarding the scattered Pokémon cards, and sang loudly, intentionally being goofy. However, Kaminari couldn’t help but watch you in a daze, so excited that the object of his affection had the same favorite song, and the sound of your voice made his heart race. He’d always liked you, but in that moment, watching you bop and sing along to the music, his heart could’ve exploded with all the love he felt for you. It was a sudden realization, the kind that you notice in a fleeting moment and can’t shake afterwards.

He was a huge flirt, and though he tried to seem like a cool and collected player, the complete adoration he felt for you in that moment made any thoughts of other girls dissipate from his mind completely.

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo realized he was in love with you in your living room.

Kirishima refused to let you go along to retrieve Bakugo despite your cries and protests, and decided the least he could do was bring him to you. The moment you walked out of your room to see the two boys standing in your den, looking worn down, but unharmed, you were hit with such an intense wave of emotion you almost collapsed. Instead of collapsing, you ran straight for Bakugo, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could, ensuring that he was really there.

“Katsuki! I’m so glad you’re safe. I was so scared, and Kirishima wouldn’t let me come, or let me know anything until right before you guys got here. I’m sorry I didn’t help!”

Bakugo was taken aback by the sudden intense emotions coming from you. Though he felt an unspoken something between the two of you, he’d never experienced genuine affection from you before now. It was always teasing flirting, and more shocking than that... you hadn’t ever seemed worried or afraid of anything.

When the wetness of your tears soaked through Bakugo’s shirt to his skin, he realized that the slight shaking of your body was you crying. He gently lifted your face up so your eyes met, and the sight of you crying felt like a stab in the heart.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. Everything’s okay,” he assured you, his voice calm and level, “And stop crying. I don’t like seeing you like that. You look weird.”

You furrowed your brows and stuck out your lip. “You’re so mean! I was scared I’d never see you again, of course I’m gonna cry.”

He laughed. “You know no measly villains are gonna keep me from you, idiot. And I’m here now anyways, there’s no reason to cry.”

Looking down, you entwined your fingers with his and squeezed, once more making sure he was really there. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

With a content sigh, Bakugo leaned down, placing his face in your hair and kissing your head. “I won’t.”

In that moment, he could feel the connection between the two of you was more than it originally seemed, and he was consumed with what he could only describe as an undeniable love.

Shoto Todoroki

Todoroki realized he was in love with you in the school hallway.

You weren’t expecting to see Todoroki at the pool, but he surprisingly showed up with the rest of the Class 1-A boys. It took a lot of willpower for you to avoid gawking at the sight of him in his swimming trunks, and the other girls laughed at your obvious staring. You and Todoroki had a “thing”, according to everyone, but you weren’t sure if he felt the same given his odd behavior and mannerisms. You’d watched the races in giddy excitement, cheering him on the whole time. He noticed, though you didn’t realize.

When 5pm rolled around and everyone left the pool, he asked you to meet with him and walk home with him. Of course, you agreed. He waited in the hallway for you to get changed, engaging in an awkward conversation with Midoriya about his feelings for you. Ever since you befriended him at the beginning of the semester he’d been struggling with his feelings towards you, unsure of what to do.

Midoriya told him that he felt love for you, and he was unsure at first. Love was a foreign concept to him, but when you appeared in the hall, your wet hair framing the big smile on your face as you walked up to him and greeted him, the fluttering in his heart confirmed it.

“You were totally gonna win that race! I was cheering you on,” you said, pumping a fist in the air.

“Thank you,” he replied with a curt nod and shy smile, hoping that the heat could be a cover for the blush dusting his face.

Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya realized he was in love with you from the stands at the Sports Festival.

After your devastating loss in the Sports Festival, you’d wandered around the halls trying to regain your composure before returning to watch the rest of the events with your classmates. You’d had high hopes for yourself, but ended up overestimating yourself and making a small mistake that cost you the match. You were upset, but it was a loss you were determined to learn and bounce back from.

Midoriya called out to you, causing you to spin around and wave to him. “Hey, what’s up?”

He ran to you, catching his breath. His face was pink, from running you assumed. “You did amazing, Y/N.”

You laughed and scratched the back of your head awkwardly. Midoriya was doing his best to keep his cool and not completely embarrass himself in front of you, or say anything to upset you. Thankfully, you didn’t seem visibly upset about losing, and he wad glad— you put up an awesome fight. It took his breath away, and his admiration for you grew more with each second of the match.

“I mean it! You might’ve lost, but it was a close one. I took a lot of notes about your fighting techniques, too!”

The way your eyes sparkled with excitement at his words caused Midoriya’s heart to nearly thud out of his chest. “Really? Izuku, no way! I feel so special!”

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he replied, a dizzy smile painted on his reddening face. His heart was beating out of control, and seeing the way you could smile despite taking a loss made him fall even harder for you. Seeing your determination in battle made him realize that his little crush was actually much more, and you were only increasing the butterflies in his stomach and heart with that smile.

Mina Ashido

Mina realized she was in love with you in a dressing room.

Almost immediately, you and Mina had become best friends. There was an instant connection between the two of you, and as time passed, Kaminari and Mineta began to prod at the idea of the two of you dating. You both humored them, casually flirting with one another and pretending to date. It was all in good fun, until Mina started to realize she actually had feelings for you. She kept it quiet, not wanting to make the friendship awkward, but it was gradually becoming hard to ignore.

One day after school, you, Mina, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugo went to the mall to hang out and window shop. Nothing was unusual, until a clothing store caught your attention.

“Mina! Will you come with me to try on some of these clothes? They’re so cute!”

Thankful for her pink skin hiding the blush that coated her cheeks when you grabbed her hand and stared at her with your big, sparkling eyes, she agreed and followed you into the store, keeping your hands locked together. You suggested matching outfits, and Mina didn’t object. The two of you went to the fitting room together and changed into the outfits, while Mina did her best not to be awkward or embarrassing. Once you were both changed, you observed yourself and Mina in the mirror, grinning.

“This is so cute! Now we’re a real couple, huh?”

For a moment, Mina thought she misheard you, but upon realizing what you said, and taking in the look on your face, she almost fainted. You were so cute, and she was so incredibly in love, it was unfair.

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso realized he was in love with you in an alleyway.

The two of you were walking around a shopping district, looking at different things and debating on which street cart to get food from. You were a picky eater, which he usually would have found annoying, but since it was you, he tolerated it. The two of you decided on yakitori, and continued walking around with your pinkies locked so you didnt get separated in the crowd.

When you suddenly stopped walking, Shinso was about to snap at you for stopping in the middle of a busy sidewalk, but by the time he turned around you’d disappeared down the alley beside where you’d been walking. He rolled his eyes and squeezed through the passerby into the empty alley, where he found you crouching, your hand extended.

“What are you doing?”

“Hitoshi! Hush! There’s a kitten!”

His eyes widened and he slowly walked over to you and peered over your shoulder, where a small, dirty, white kitten was sitting, rubbing against your hand. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, taking it in and forgetting about everything else for a moment.

“I’m gonna keep it,” you stated, “It’ll be our kid, okay?”

“Our... kid?” Shinso raised his brow at your wording. He wasn’t opposed to it, of course, but didn’t expect it.

“Well, I know how much you love cats. It would be rude to keep it to myself,” you teased, slowly picking up the kitten. “Look, Hito! It likes you already!”

The kitten was pawing at his coat, it’s big eyes focused on Shinso’s face. He looked from the kitten, to your beaming face, and felt a warmth wash over his body. He loved the kitten instantly, but as he watched how carefully and lovingly you petted it and held it, he came to realize he loved you too.

Neito Monoma

Monoma realized he loved you in the middle of chaos.

Despite his obsessive hatred for Class 1-A, Monoma had grown quite fond of you for some reason that he couldn’t explain. The training camp gave him the opportunity to spend more time with you, when he wasn’t taking his extra lessons. The two of you trained together and worked together to make your food, and despite your classmates’ strange looks and confused comments, you continued to spend time with Monoma as much as you could. He was more than annoyed on the night that the classes went through the forest path. The

chance to scare you was one he didn’t wanna miss, but unfortunately, Vlad and Aizawa dragged him and the Class A students off to study.

When Mandalay’s message came through, everything seemed like a joke. But Aizawa’s reaction caused a bit of fear to build up in everyone’s chest as they sat and waited to hear from their classmates. Being in Class A, you’d dealt with villains before, but given the terrain and the fact that the pro-heroes seemed to be struggling, Monoma couldn’t help but be overcome with worry. He remained in his seat, silently picking his nails and squirming around in failed attempts to ease his mind. The other students talked quietly amongst themselves, and the inaudible whispers only made him more on edge. If something happened to you out their, Monoma would have become a complete, inconsolable wreck. He was close with his classmates, and of course he worried for their safety as well, but his mind always went back to you.

Eventually, everything was brought under control and you returned to the building with a few others, terrified and sporting minor injuries from fights. Medical teams arrived to help everyone, and Monoma was glued to your side the entire time, scared that your injuries were worse than they seemed. You assured him that you were fine, and squeezed his hand.

“Why are you so worried about someone from Class 1-A, anyway?” You joked. Monoma didn’t laugh.

“Don’t be stupid, Y/N,” he responded coldly, staring down at you with an indiscernible expression on his face.

He wouldn’t let himself say it, but while sitting in that classroom oblivious to the chaos outside, he came to realize he loved you, and was terrified of something happening to you without him there to help you.

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki realized he loved you while sulking in his room.

All too often, Shigaraki would get worked up over something not going as planned, and shut himself away in his room to brood and play video games. Usually, you’d leave him be and stay in the bar with Kurogiri, but something lead you to decide to follow after him. You half-expected him to yell at you to leave, but when you knocked on his door, he told you to come in.

He was sitting on his bed, viciously picking at his scarred neck, muttering to himself. His eyes were focused on you, not once looking away as you stood at the door, debating on whether to stay or head back. “What are you doing? Don’t just stand there.”

His irritation was evident, and you quickly moved away from where you’d been standing, awkwardly searching for another place to stand. You were usually casual with Shigaraki, but when he was in a bad mood, you could never be too careful. The more you looked around, the more you started to worry that you were annoying him more, so you settled for sitting beside him on the bed. He seemed surprised, but didn’t tell you to get up, so you stayed.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Shigaraki. Things won’t always be successful, you’ve gotta keep trying and eventually you’ll get to your— our goal,” you told him, pulling his hand away from his neck, “You can’t predict everything that will happen. You’ve just gotta see how things play out and develop new strategies.”

He was silent as he looked at your hand wrapped around his wrist. You were preparing to be snapped at, but it didn’t come.

“And, no matter how many times things go wrong, I’ll keep helping as much as I can. This isn’t something you’ve gotta do on your own. We’re a team, all of us,” you continued, your voice soft and calming.

“You’re the only one in this damn League with any sense, besides Kurogiri,” he muttered, lowering his hand to his lap. “What are you even doing here?”

“I know how much you blame the other members’ failures on yourself, and I thought I’d try to talk to you. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I like your company, you’re not annoying like everyone else.”

It was a strange compliment, but coming from Shigaraki, it meant a lot to not be considered annoying, so you accepted it happily. “Yeah, I’m glad. I’m pretty fond of you, Shigaraki.”

With that, you got up and headed back to the bar, leaving Shigaraki in the silence of his room.

“Fond of me, huh?” He whispered to himself, looking at the door you exited from. Shigaraki had no idea what love was, but he enjoyed your presence, and your words made his face hot. It may have been nothing special to you, but from that moment on, Shigaraki was wrapped around your finger.

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deckof-dragons · 4 years

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Christmas on the Surface

“So this whole Christmas thing is a thing,” Undyne said as she settled down in the break room at the table across from Edge.

“Yep, it uh… sure is,” Edge replied. He’d been surprised by it when he’d first heard about it too, a few years ago now. This would also be his first on the Surface though. Unsurprisingly because it was a holiday originated by humans it was an even bigger deal down here than it had been in the friendly universes’ Undergrounds.

Undyne fidgeted nervously, her eye quickly darting left to right to make sure they were alone before coming back to rest on Edge. “You going to celebrate it?”

“Of course.” On top of the fact that he’d been dragged into celebrating it by the friendlier universes the past couple years he also liked the holiday. The whole spending time with one’s loved one and exchanging gifts was a pleasant idea. He’d never admit it out loud though.

“Great! Awesome! What are you going to get for Slim?”

Edge opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out; he didn’t know what he was going to get for Slim. He’d been busy and hadn’t thought about it. It was important, this would be their first Christmas as a couple and it also being their first Christmas on the Surface meant it had to be special, right? But what? … “Why are you asking?”

“Well uh… you know.” Undyne shrugged, her grin obviously forced. “Just curious.”

Edge raised an ‘eyebrow’. “You’re asking because you don’t know what to get for Alphys and you’re hoping you’ll be able to take inspiration from me, right?”

Undyne frowned at him. “Fine, you got me. I don’t know what to get her. So… what you getting Slim? Al and him hang out with his Undyne sometimes so whatever you’re getting him might help me think of something good to get for Al.”

“That’s very sound logic but… I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to get for Slim.”

“Ah, bummer.” Undyne sighed, deflating a little as she rested her chin in her hand. “Looks like we’re in the same boat though, I guess.”

“Yep.” And Christmas was two weeks away, fast approaching. They needed to figure something out soon.

There was a long stretch of silence before Undyne broke it by slamming her fist determinedly down on the table, making it shake and rattle. “We’re going to the mall after we’re done working.” No invite or suggestion, she just assumed compliance from him. “We should be able to find something for our lovers there.” Hopefully anyway.

The mall was bustling with other people like them: people who’d waited until now to start their Christmas shopping. But it was only bound to get worse the closer Christmas came so best to do this now.

Finding something for Red was easy; he liked his magic tricks so something fancy from the magic store would be perfect. Edge got small little trinkets and baubles for all his friends as well based off their interests, nothing fancy or special though. He even spotted the perfect gift for Undyne that he’d have to come back for when she wasn’t accompanying him. But finding something for Slim was difficult, he was certainly into a lot of things but didn’t seem to be super passionate about any one thing over another most of the time.

“What about anime or manga?” he suggested to Undyne as they came upon an anime store. “Alphys likes that stuff.”

“Yes but whenever a new anime or manga comes out that looks interesting she buys it or I do, either way we got it. And nothing new has come out recently that looks good. What about for Slim though? I know he watches anime and sometimes reads manga.”

“Hmm, yes but… only sometimes and I wouldn’t know which he’s already seen or read or which ones he’d even like.”

So, they moved on with a sigh.

There were a ton of stores selling all kinds of different things. The number of options only made it harder to choose. But they did eventually find themselves in a small out of the way store that sold dragon figurines.

“Looks at this one,” Undyne said, pointing a large one that held a sword. “It’s badass!”

Scratch his other gift idea for Undyne, Edge would have to come back here later to get her a dragon. “You think Alphys would like it?” He certainly thought so, both of them were into dragons.

Undyne gasped. “Maybe! Probably! I didn’t even know they sold these. I’m totally getting her one. Which one do you think she’d like best?”

Edge turned to study them. Clearly Undyne liked the one with the sword best so that’d be the one he’d get her so… “That one?” he said, pointing to another one of the large figurines; a dragon climbing a medieval castle. “Or maybe you could get her a couple of those?” He pointed to a series of smaller figurines depicting baby dragons hatching. “You know her best though.”

Undyne stared the self for almost a whole minute before bursting into action. “The castle,” she said as she carefully pulled if from the shelf so she could take it to the register.

While she paid, Edge looked at the dragons again. Maybe Slim would like one? Or perhaps one of the fairy figurines? He liked that kind of stuff but… it wasn’t a huge passion of his. So, if Edge couldn’t find something better, he’d settle for one of these.

An hour later though and he knew he wouldn’t have to settle because he’d found something better. The perfect gift… maybe. Slim would at least like it even if he didn’t love it as much as Edge hoped he would so there was almost a guarantee that it wouldn’t be a complete failure of a gift.

“Woohoo!” Undyne said, giving Edge a high-five after they finished securing their gifts in the car. “Mission accomplished! Halle-fucking-luiah!”

“Yes,” Edge said with a sigh of relief. The majority of his shopping was done, next year he’d make sure to have it done sooner and thus not have to deal with the crowds.

On Christmas, it was decided that the first part of the day would be devoted to their significant others, the second to their family, and for supper, all the Sans’ and Paps’ would get together for it. Which meant, that morning, it was just Edge and Slim, Red and Razz had left to be with their partners.

Despite the time of day and not having had coffee yet, Slim looked almost awake as they settled down at the kitchen table for a quick breakfast. He even managed a “Merry Christmas,” with a smile.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” Edge replied.

They exchanged a bit of small talk as they ate, especially as the coffee brought even more life to Slim. But it wasn’t much, neither of them were the chattiest people and thus tended to enjoy silence together every once in a while.

“Anyway uh… my gift is in the garage,” Slim said after they’d put the dishes in the sink. “So uh… we might want to do that first because it’s cold out there.”

“I’m all right with that.” Edge was a bit nervous anyway. And the curiosity about what Slim could’ve possibly gotten him that was big enough to warrant being in the garage was too much to resist.

Slim led the way to the door connecting to the garage. He opened it and stepped in. “Ta-da,” he said, turning on the light with one hand, flourishing Edge in with the other.

Next to the beat up car Slim had repaired with the help of a couple of the others, was a motorcycle. Shiny and new with a sleek black trim, it was gorgeous.

Edge was speechless as he approached to get a closer look at it. It was… a nice motorcycle, big, strong, and expensive. “It’s… amazing,” he finally said as he looked back up at Slim still standing in the doorway. Edge hadn’t been expecting this, despite wanting a new motorcycle for a while now. “Thank you, I appreciate it greatly.”

“You’re very welcome,” Slim said, smiling smugly as he leaned back against the wall. “After your other one got all dented and scrapped up by that asshat a few months ago, I knew I had to get you a new one. Razz helped me hide it by keeping it at his workplace until last night.”

Edge almost couldn’t wait to take it out for a spin but first… He walked over to Slim and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now you’re turn.” Hopefully his gift would be good enough to stand up to a new motorcycle.

Once back inside, they split up, Slim to the living room and Edge to their room to retrieve his gift from the closet. “Merry Christmas,” he said again as he rejoined Slim.

Slim eagerly accepted the large giftwrapped box as they settled down on the couch. He wasted no time tearing the bow and paper off, not bothering to be neat about it either – not that Edge could truly be annoyed by that right now. He gasped once enough of the paper was gone to reveal what was written on the box. “Is this for real?” he asked, looking up at Edge.

“Yep,” Edge replied, please with the smile on Slim’s face. “You’ve mentioned multiple times that you want a VR headset so I got one. It was the last one they had too.” Come to think of it, the reason Slim didn’t buy one for himself was probably because he’d gotten Edge the motorcycle and thus couldn’t afford it.

“Sweet! I love you.”

“I love you too.” Mission success, both gifts were good. “Now which of us is going to get play with their gift first?”

#My writing #Undertale #UT #Papyrus/Papyrus #Papcest #Underfell Papyrus/Swapfell Papyrus #SpicyMaple #Papyrus & Undyne #Fluff #Christmas fluff #christmas shopping #Gift Exchange #12 Days of Christmas #Day 9

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bakudekugf · 4 years

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Chapter 3:Boys and Ghouls

Katsuki yawned as he got out of bed.The memories of last night came rushing back to him as he looked at himself in the mirror."It all seems like a crazy dream..."He muttered to himself,running a hand through his hair.He put on a clean binder and opened the door-and crushed the door knob with his werewolf strength."Please,let this be a dream."

After his Mom's daily yelling and beating,he put on his hearing aids and uniform,grabbed a sandwitch and his backpack and headed to school.Like always,Deku caught up to him on the way.

"Good morning,Kacchan!"

"Morning,Deks."

He(he was wearing a 'he/him' pronouns pin today)blinked in surprise."Deks?"

Katsuki faltered,"Y-yes?Is it okay if i call you that?"His mind was screaming at him now,telling him how stupid he was.

He smiled,"You can call me whatever you like,Baks."

Katsuki smiled,"Okay,Zelda."He burst out laughing at look on his face.

"Whatever you say,Link."He grinned at the surprised look on his face.

"Oh my god."They both whip around at the sudden voice,seeing it was Jirou with Hagakure next to her,holding their hand,"Is this how nerds flirt?Am i witnessing a nerd mating dance?"

"I think it's sweet."Said Hagakure,"Besides,you've said loads of nerdy stuff to me.Like-"

"BABE!Don't tell people that stuff!"

Katsuki mouthed 'babe' to Deks,grinning,and his best friend stifled his laughter.

Hagakure smiled sweetly.Behind a pole behind her was a silver-haired and blue eyed girl,watching Katsuki.He raised an eyebrow at her and felt an odd tingling sensation in the back of his head.Deku followed his gaze.

"Hi!Who are you?"She ran away.

"That was weird."Jirou commented.

"I'm sure she's just shy."Defended Hagakure.

"Whoever she was,what does she want with me?"Katsuki asked outloud.

"I'm sure it's nothing bad."

"Typical Deks,always assuming the best out of everyone."

Deks smiled at him,blushing,and Katsuki smiled back.

"Subtlety,thy name is not heard."Muttered Jirou.

"So we're sure last night wasn't a dream?"Asked Kirishima as they walked into the gym and Ashido and Yaomomo walked up to them.Yaomomo and Katsuki responded by showing them her fangs and taking out his claws respectively.Kirishima grinned."Yep,this is real!We fought werewolves and a vampire and won!We're superheroes!"He whisper-yelled.

Yaomomo made the face of a flushed person,"I don't know if i'd say that-"

"Nope.Can it.You're a superhero,Yaomomo,deal with it."Cut in Sero.Yaomomo looked like she wanted to protest but before she could,class started.Katsuki felt the sensation again.

"Uh,who's that girl watching us?"Whispered Ashido to Katsuki.Turning his heads back,he saw the same girl from this morning watching them through the gym room door!

"We don't know."Deku responded,whispering as well,"She was watching Kacchan this morning too."

"Creepy."

The girl flinched and ran off again.

Katsuki remembered Yaomomo's words."I think she might be a monster."He whispered,"I feel this weird feeling when she's around."

The gang was on high alert."Do you think she wants to kill us too?"Kirishima whispered.Katsuki shruged,unsure.

"...I don't know,she just seems scared more than anything."

"Maybe she just needs friends."Ashido offered.Sero nodded in agreement.

"I'm kinda scared of her."Kirishima admitted.

"HEY!"Coach yelled,"You seven!Pay attention!"

"Friends!"Yaomomo called out to them after the final bell rang,"Please come to my house.I have something to show you.Or someone rather."

They all got into her limo and Ashido rested her head on her shoulder.They smiled at eachother.Kirishima and Kaminari grabbed a couple of chocolate bars from the snack bar.Sero sat down next to Yaomomo.

"So who is it you wanted to show us?"

"Mina's new teacher,Ms.Shuzenji."Katsuki,Sero and Deku's eyes widened and Kaminari chocked on his chocolate bar.

"The school nurse is a wixen?!"Kirishima exclaimed before slapping a hand over his mouth and whispering,"The school nurse is a wixen?!"

"I knew it!"Said Ashido,draping herself over Yaomomo,"Those medicines worked way too fast!They must have been magic!"

The limo stopped and they exited,Ashido holding Yaomomo's hand and skipping."So where is she?"Ashido inquired once they entered.

"Right here."They whipped around to see Ms.Shuzenji entering."'Hello,Ashido."She smiled kindly and Ashido smiled back."Ready for your first lesson?"

"You bet i am!"

Yaomomo sent Katsuki and the rest of the boy's off to the men's section of the hot spring and asked one of the butler's to give them cloth to cover themselves.Katsuki undressed in the changing room and wrapped his own around himself in the function of a binder and shorts.

"Kacchan!"Deku called him over to where he was,standing by the water and Katsuki made his way over to him,trying not to stare at his bare torso(He could see his stretch marks and he wanted to trace them with his fingers).Deku smiled at him and grabbed his hand,leading him into the spring.As they got into the water,Katsuki grabbed his other hand."We deserve some rest and chillaxin' after last night."Deku commented as they kept their hands connected.

"I still can't believe last night was real."

"Yeah,you're a werewolf now."Deku agreed,laying on Katsuki's chest, smiling and closing his eyes peacefully.Katsuki did the same."I've always wanted a monster boyfriend."

In the background,Eijirou,Kaminari and Sero were gaping at them.

"What the fuck?!"Kaminari whispered-yelled,"Are they dating or not?!"

Eijirou shrugged it off,"It's no big deal.I mean,what if i called you my boyfriend?"

Silence.Kaminari looked at him while opening and closing his mouth like a fish,blushing.Sero gawked at him.It was then that he realized what he'd said and he blushed so much that his face probably looked like Kirby.

"Not that i would-Not that i don't WANT you to be my boyfriend-you're super duper awesome and attractive-I'll shut up now."He swam to the corner of the spring,facing away from Sero and most importantly,Kaminari.

"Woah,seventh wheel.My power."Sero muttered.

"You're not a seventh wheel!"Kaminari protested."We love you!"Eijirou turned around,smiling at Sero.

"We love you a lot!Right,guys?"He called over Bakugou and Midoriya,who nodded.

"You're awesome!"Said Bakugou.

"You're the best!"Midoriya agreed.Kaminari drapped himself over Sero in a hug.Kirishima joined.And so did Bakugou and Midoriya.Sero tried to keep an annoyed expression but failed,smiling.

"Thanks guys.I love you too."

"I wish i had friends..."A sad voice said and everyone's heads snapped to-

"You!"It was the same silver haired girl from earlier!She flailed her arms.

"I swear i wasn't peeking on you!It's just-I just-"She got teary eyed and Midoriya ran up to her,hugging her.

"It's okay."

Izuku didn't know this girl.Nothing.But someone had to help.

"So you're sad because you don't have friends,right?"The girl snifled,nodding."I'll be your friend."

Her eyes widened."R-really?"Izuku nodded,smiling.A beautiful smile slowly made it's way across her face and she hugged him back."I'm Yanagi Reiko.What's your name?"

"Midoriya Izuku.It's nice to meet you."

"So...you're not gonna try to kill us?"Kirishima asked slowly.Yanagi shook her head.

"I am not like the rest of my kind.I do not wish to harm anyone."

"And your kind is..."Said Kacchan.

"Ghouls."

"As in,those people that scream so hard they kill you?"Sero asked.Yanagi nodded,"Okay,i'm really glad you're on our side."

"Why were you following us?"Kacchan asked.Yanagi twirled her fingers.

"Um,i sensed that you were a monster so i thought we could be friends?"

Kacchan stared at her before smiling,"Bakugou Katsuki.Pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Kirishima Eijirou."Kirishima chimed in.

"Kaminari Denki."Kaminari leaned on Kirishima.

"Sero Hanta."He did a two finger salute.

Yanagi bowed."It's an honor."

"Hey,hey,none of that.Were friends.You can be yourself with us."Kacchan said,placing a hand on her shoulder.She blinked before giving him a closed-eyed smile and straightening up.

"Thank you,friend."

"Hey gang!"Yaomomo greeted them as they arrived in the living room.She blinked in surprise upon seeing Yanagi,"Who is this?"

Katsuki jabbed a thumb in Yanagi's direction,"This is Yanagi,our new friend.She's a ghoul so she sensed that i was a werewolf and she wanted to be our friend."

Yaomomo smiled at her,"What a pleasent surprise!I'm Yaoyorozu Momo and i'm a vampire!You can call me Yaomomo!"

Ashido and Ms.Shuzenji came in then,beaming."Hey,angel!"She kissed her girlfriend's cheek,who would have blushed if she could.

"Welcome back!How was the lesson?"

"Awesome!"She stretched.

"Really?I thought you hated studying."Kaminari commented.

"Yeah but this is freaking magic!"

"And who is this lovely young lady?"Ms.Shuzenji asked,pointing her cane at Yanagi,who was tucked behind Katsuki and Deku.Katsuki introduced them.

"There's still plenty of time before the sun goes down."Ashido said,"Let's party with our new friend!"

They spent the next two hours showing Yanagi human things.They showed her nachos,the legend of zelda and boba,all of which she loved.Then Yaomomo's parents came home.

"Momo,who is she?"Mrs.Yaoyorozu asked upon seeing Yanagi,who shrunk behind Sero.

"This is our friend,Yanagi.She's a...ghoul."Momo responded.Mr and Mrs.Yaoyorozu's heads snapped towards Katsuki and the rest his friends."They know."She reassured them.Shock overcame them.

"They know?!"Mr. Yaoyorozu exclaimed.Yaomomo took in a deep breath and retold the happenings of last night.Their eyebrows seemed to dissapear into their hair.

"Why didn't you tell us?!"Mrs.Yaoyorozu said,hugging her,"You could have been killed!"Mr.Yaoyorozu joined in,kissing the top of her head.

"I didn't know how!You were out of town and i thought i could handle this by myself!"

"You did.And i'm proud of you but also very,very worried for you and your friends."Mr.Yaoyorozu said.

"If it makes you feel any better,i can kinda like the new gear."Katsuki said,taking out his claws and was stunned when Mr.Yaoyorozu smiled at him.

"Then you are a very brave young man."Katsuki blushed and scratched the back of his head.Woah,Mr.Yaoyorozu was kinda...hot.

"Thanks."

"Dabi will come again."Mrs.Yaoyorozu stated,"And he's not the only danger.There's thousands of monsters out there that can't wait to sink their claws into some innocent humans."

"What about a werewolf protecting them?"Katsuki showed his fangs.

"Or a wixen?"Ashido lifted up a pink,lava-like potion from her utility belt.

"Or a ghoul?"Yanagi stood tall.

"You won't always be there to protect them."Mrs.Yaoyorozu said out of concern more than anything,"They need to be able to protect themselves.And we can teach you how."

After her friends(except Yanagi) agreed to come by every day after school for training and left in the limo,Momo went to talk to her parents.

"Mom,Dad...Yanagi says she dosen't have any family that treat her nicely.Can she hide from them here?"

Mom and Dad smiled."Of course she can!"Dad said.

"Monsters protect Monsters!"Mom added.Momo beamed and ran to the kitchen to hug Yana-Reiko who was drinking tea.

"They agreed!"Reiko looked stunned for a moment before smiling widely and hugging back.

#child abuse tw #food mention #death tw #anti mitsuki #bakudeku #safebakudeku #kyooru #minamomo #kirikami #everyone loves sero hanta #of monsters and friends #fic tag

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ardentmuse · 6 years

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All All Costs (Charlie Weasley x Reader) - Part 2

Harry Potter - Charlie Weasley x Reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

A/N: Warning, canonical character death. I haven’t done a full edit because Baby woke up from his nap earlier. Thank you all for the awesome feedback on part 1! I had fun with this part (a lot more plot than my normal fluff) so I hope you like it!

“Charlie, dear, you must eat something.”

Charlie pulled his head up lazily from the comforters of his childhood bed. It was strange sleeping in such a small space without you beside him or Bill on the other end of the room rambling on about something. Strange and sad but cozy, like putting on his favorite sweater only to discover it no longer fits him. He wrapped the blankets around himself just a little tighter, a shoddy imitation of the warmth of you.

“I’m not hungry, mum,” he mumbled before burying his face once more in the book he had been reading: a biography of Harvey Ridgebit, founder of the Romanian Dragon sanctuary, the first gift you had given him before you were even an item. He didn’t tell you then that it was the best gift he had ever received, not because of how perfect it aligned with his interested, but because of how much it showed you cared. Your love was the real gift, a fleeting crush turned into devotion overnight. Still now, it was his most prized possession.

Molly sighed from the doorway before stepping inside. She shut the door behind her and moved to sit at her son’s feet, though his feet were not where she expected them as he curled himself into the tiniest ball he could, the way a scared child might. And maybe that was what he was, a scared child, Molly thought. After all, he had never spent a day of his adult life without you by his side. She couldn’t imagine enduring any of this without Arthur. The first war had been hard enough.

“How many times have you read that book now?” she asked as she reached up to pat his hip, hoping he’d extend his legs and give his muscles a bit of a rest.

 Charlie turned to lie flat as he responded, “Since I’ve been home? Maybe three. Since I’ve owned it? Hundreds, maybe. Who even knows anymore?”

“Sweetheart,” Molly began, “I know this is hard for you—”  

Charlie couldn’t even let her finish. “You don’t know, mum. How could you? You and dad started dating when we did and by now you were married and pregnant with Percy.”

Molly didn’t have a response. She just rubbed at her son’s leg. In an effort to reassure him or herself, she was uncertain.

“Godric, I was so stupid! We should have just gotten married when this whole war started.”

“Marriage doesn’t prevent people from leaving, son,” Molly whispered, realizing as the words left her mouth just how unhelpful they were.

“Then what could I have done, mum? Truly? How could I have made Y/N want to stay?” Charlie held the book to his chest as he sat up against the headboard. Molly notices that the flannels of his pajamas were buttoned incorrectly. She had to stop herself from fixing it. Fixing Charlie’s heart was of greater importance.

“Nothing, dear,” Molly said as she scooted closer. Charlie gave a nod and with it Molly climbed up the bed beside him, allowing her son to rest his head on her shoulder the way he used to when she’d read him bedtime stories, Charlie on one side and Bill on the other.

“You can’t make people do what you want them to, no matter how much you love them. Look at Percy.” At the mention of her son, Molly began to cry.

“I’ve known Y/N a long time and I’ve seen the love you two share. But Y/N’s purpose right now is with the Order. Give it space and give it time. If you want to fix this, show support from here. Help see that this war ends swiftly. Help to keep them safe. But also be aware that sometimes love isn’t enough, and it hurts but that’s just the reality of it.”

Charlie hugged his mom around the waist, feeling her love pour through him.

 “I thought my love was enough for us. I love Y/N so much, mum. So, so much.”

“I know, son. I know,” Molly whispered as she kissed the mess of red locks atop his head. She felt Charlie’s tears against her blouse, the first he had shed since coming home. He had simply been a ball of numbness and gloom. Tears were progress, proof of a healing process that would take a very long time. But Molly didn’t truly believe he’d be hurting for long. Her son and Y/N were a perfect match if ever she had known one, a consistent source of support and love and joy throughout their home. They would find each other again, she believed. When the dust settled and peace reigned once more, she can just picture Charlie running into the arms of his beloved, smothering them in kisses and apologies, and getting married the following morning.

But for now, she’d need to help Charlie grieve.

“And you understand our path?”

“Yes, boss,” you said with a slight roll of the eyes as Moody led you with swift steps towards the portkey you would be using to meet the rest of the team for tonight’s mission.

“And you understand why—“

 “Yes, I understand. I understand the mission as discussed and debriefed twenty times now, Moody! I understand we’re flying together. I understand our route. I understand how I’m luring Voldemort and the Death Eaters to us. I understand what I’m supposed to say when they capture me. And I understand why I’m the only one qualified to do this. Now, can we just spend these last few minutes thinking and not talking?” you ranted at Alastor as you reached the designated portal. You had been so tense these past few days plotting. You felt you could run this mission in your sleep. Your boss was only adding to the tension.

Moody opened up his mouth once more but you interrupted him.

“And yes, before you ask again, my break-up was very much believable. I’m sure the right people have heard of my falling out with the Weasleys by now. Is that everything? ”

Moody sighed, “You are aware I am your superior officer, correct? I could fire you for such insubordination.” He said the last bit with a flick of his eye in your direction. It moved erratically before settling on your face again, as if trying to registry whether you thought him serious.

“And I recall you saying multiple times that this has to be me, so unless you have another sibling of the famous dark-lord sympathizer Jacob under that cloak of yours, I doubt you’ll pull the trigger on that threat, boss man,” you said.

Moody’s face lifted as he spit out a laugh.

He took your arm as he grabbed the portkey and soon you found yourself on the end of a plain town lane in Surrey. Dark was settling in but across the street you could make out the bouncing form of Tonks and unmistakable gait of Fred and George Weasley.

Your heart sank into your stomach at the sight of them, their hair reflecting in the street lamps like dragon fire, looking surprisingly dapper in what you assumed was their work attire. How many people you considered family would you have to face tonight? And how many of them would hate you?

As you crossed the street, Tonks ran and wrapped you in her arms. Her palms rubbed at your shoulders and her cheek found home against your face, a loving gesture that eased your pain.

“I heard. I’m sorry,” she whispered into your ear before squeezing you even tighter. You let your arms come around to hold your friend, your best friend now you thought since you don’t have Charlie, and truly absorbed the comfort she was offering. You squeezed a little tighter as you felt the eyes of the twins fall upon you.

“Not too tight,” Tonks said as she pulled back a few inches, “I’m carrying extra cargo these days.”

It took you a moment to process those words. When you did, you met her gaze and saw her trying her hardest to stop the corners of her lips from pulling upward. She just nodded.

You squealed and launched yourself once more into her grasp. Tonks chuckled.

Behind her, you heard George scoff. He whispered something, most of which you couldn’t make out. But you heard the last bit.

“…pretend to be sad for a damn second.”

You felt you heart sink again. Your face dropped. All the joy you felt for Tonks and Remus and the tiny baby inside of her completely evaporated.

You did your best to swallow your pride. “Hi, Fred. George,” you said as you stepped away from Tonks, who seemed surprised at your sudden demeanor until she realized what was happening, and began the trek down the road.

“Hi, Y/N,” Fred said but George smacked him in the stomach. Both boys quickly returned to silent. You wanted to cry all over again as you finished the walk down Privet Drive. This mission didn’t just lose you your boyfriend, your best friend and companion through so much chaos, but the family you had made along the way too.

“How is he?” you asked Bill as you waited for the polyjuice potion to get to you.

Bill looked at you with heavy lids, his hand still holding his wife-to-be’s beside him. You had been nestled between Tonks and Kingsley until now, trying to avoid all the Weasleys, which honestly made up most of the room. Arthur had smiled at you and made some small talk, which was kind but not unexpected. The trio had all been cordial. Hermione had even sought your advice about something she had been researching for which she thought your experience with the cursed vaults might be of great value. But Ron, the twins, and even Bill had seen to keep their distance.

“He’s home,” Bill answered after a survey of the room, “He… needed some time. But he’s Charlie. He’s made of stronger stuff.” 

“Why do you even care?” a version of Harry asked from the other side of the room, though you were sure by the tone that it must have been George. Or maybe Ron. Honestly it was impossible to tell.

You bit your lip and looked at Bill and then back at the fourth (or was it third?) Harry in the room.

“Because I love him,” you whispered despite yourself. A flick of eyes to Bill let you know he had heard you. He smiled, soft and reassuring. You weren’t sure if he understood fully, but it was clear he wasn’t judging.

Bill bent over and said, “You’ll always be family, Y/N. Relationships are complicated. But we all love you, even George.”

You smiled, though it didn’t meet your eyes. Words were wind when it came to these sort of things. And besides, you would probably never see any of them again. You couldn’t imagine them viewing you as family after you were about to do.

You felt a tap on your shoulder as Hermione passed you the bottle of potion. You took a large swig. Being Harry seemed better than being you at the moment.

“To the skies on my cue,” Moody called to the group assembled in the backyard.

You felt nerves begin to settle into your stomach at his words, the first since you began planning this mission in earnest.

“Into the belly of the beast,” you thought with a loud sigh. You grabbed onto Moody’s coat. You felt his eye look at you through the back of his skull and you did your best to smile at it.

“You’re the linchpin in all of this, Y/N. Bring this home for us, okay?” he said so only you could hear. You nodded and gripped him a little tighter, going over the plan again in your mind.

Moody stared out at the night for some time, what felt like minutes, before letting out the hoot that told everyone to kick off. You were zooming in the air almost immediately. Speed was off the essence. You recalled all those long flights Charlie used to take you on late at night back at Hogwarts. You knew they were just an excuse to cling a little tighter to him, to nestle against his back, and to eventually find a new, quiet, secluded place at enjoy each other. You remembered the first time you visited the sanctuary and the flight he took you on to see the dragons up close that nearly got your burned to bits. But that was your Charlie: adventurous, enthusiastic and ever the romantic. You felt the ache you couldn’t shake more acutely at the word “your.” He couldn’t be yours now. It was too dangerous.

Before you could finish your thoughts, you were descended upon by a cloud of black hoods, swooping and screeching like a hoard of bats, somehow bringing with them a cold breeze that had you clinging even tighter to your wand. Flashes of red and white shot through the sky in all directions, you and Moody receiving the blunt of it as he swooped upward to hover over the group for a better sight line. You heard the unmistakable laughter of a certain Black sister as she sped after her niece a few brooms in front of you.

Twelve or so brooms surrounded you, tossing curses with more intention than was normal. The Potters had confused them and your intel had been right. The death eaters were only attacking the obvious Order members, at least with as much aim as they could. After a series of uncoordinated attacks and even more increased speed as the group darted east, attentions turned to you and Moody, the obvious choice for the real Potter.

Three hooded men shot up from below you, three streams of red light coming at your heels. Moody expertly diverted as you flicked your wand with a stunning spell. You watched as one of the brooms fell from the sky through the clouds below.

The crowd of Order members was moving together, getting closer to the point where the group had decided to part ways towards their various portkeys. You knew you needed to do more damage to the attacking forces if separating was going to be a viable option without serious loss of life. You tabbed on Moody’s shoulder and he slowed, falling a few seconds behind the mass of the group just as you had coordinated.

Suddenly, You-know-who appeared among the death eaters, hovering high above your broom like a hawk stalking its prey.

You had seen him a few times, mostly in the minds of others during interrogations, but seeing him in person, flying dangerously close to your form, was more frightening than you expected. His eyes scanned the group and landed swiftly upon your broom, to the most experience Auror with the most coordinated of the Harrys on brooms. You had taken the extra step of trying to move on the broom as Harry would. Having watched a skilled seeker most of your life in Charlie helped you understand just how fluid ones movements while flying needed to be.

A death eater down, a stun tossed over your head, shields casts. The entire thing was chaos. You watched one shot of green come your way, nearly missing Arthur to your left.

And then the separation point. You and Moody turned swiftly north with Bill and Fleur close behind. And just like you expected, Voldemort followed.

You felt him descending upon you more than you saw it. Another curse came at your head, but you deflected. Everything was so close, too close for your liking, but this was what had to be done.

Moody swerved as Voldemort shot another killing curse at his head.  “Ready?” he asked over the shoulder as he positioned his arms far out in front of him.

You swallowed. “Ready.”

Another curse came your way and Moody took an intentionally fast swerve. You loosened your legs, let go of his cloak, and off you fell into the darkened sky.

Air left your lungs as you began to free fall, your back to the ground and your wand tight in hand. You looked up as the battle commenced above you. Fleur tried to pull Bill to come to your aid but they had to keep flying, two death eaters hot on their tail. Voldemort turned his attention immediately to your descending form, commanding several followers to dive after you. And a spell that must have been cased right before you dropped hit Moody square in the face, a flash of green, and soon he was falling too. That was not the plan. Death was not meant to find either of you but you had no breath to scream or cry for the loss of your mentor.

You began to feel lightheaded as the air grew thicker around you. And soon everything was black.

Charlie was sitting beside George on the couch of the Burrow when Bill and Fleur arrived, the second to last of the pairs. Charlie was already anxious for your arrival, but his nerves were getting worse with each passing minute. He didn’t know all the details of the plan, but he did know you were with Mad-Eye and together you were rather unstoppable. His brain was going haywire trying to figure out what might be holding you up.

He looked at his brother Bill, but he wouldn’t return the gaze. Fleur was clearly crying. Fleur mumbled something he couldn’t make out but his mother cover her mouth in shock. Immediately, he knew something wasn’t right.

Charlie shot up from his seat and marched into the kitchen.

“Where’s Y/N?” he demanded. His mother reached over and held his hand as she cried. Charlie squeezed in return, knowing what it meant, but refusing to settle for anything less than words.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Fleur said as she cast her gaze to the floor.

Charlie only looked at Bill, though, his teeth bare. “Tell me what happened.”

Bill’s face was soft, heartbroken, as he let out the few words he could, “They fell. You-Know-Who targeted them specifically. Moody was hit with a killing curse and Y/N fell somewhere over London.”

Charlie heard the words, heard the pain, but only felt anger.

“And you just let it happen?”

“We wanted to stop,” Fleur said as Bill responded at the same time, “I had to protect my spouse!”

“And what about mine?” Charlie screamed at his brother, “How many times has Y/N protected you? You just let them fall and kept on going because the only thing that matters to you is your life and your partner! Y/N is family, Bill!”

“Charlie,” Molly said, trying to calm him down, but she too was losing her cool.

“There was nothing we could do!” Fleur cried, but Charlie simply turned and walked into the living room, his breathing growing more labored with each step.

A look between Bill and Arthur forced him to intervene.

“Son,” Arthur began as he placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder Charlie immediately flinched but allowed his father’s hand to stay with the second attempt, “We had orders not to intervene. Please don’t blame your brother. I’m so sorry. ”

Charlie took a seat on the chair beside George and buried his head in his hands. He knew his anger was misplaced and quickly it was cooling. But honestly, anger was better than the emptiness he knew was coming, the pain and sadness and complete despair. You were his soulmate, the source of so many of his happier emotions. And even with the break-up, it had never felt real. Eight and a half years together couldn’t just disappear overnight. He had hoped when this bloody war ended that you might find each other again. But now, nothing. Now that ring would sit in a drawer forever. That hand would never find home on the family clock. Those vows he wanted to say to you would stay in his head and in his heart, never to be made air.

But the emptiness never came. He searched his heart, searched the space around him, the realms beyond with his mind, but no emptiness could be found.

Charlie pulled his head up from his hands, a few tears pricking at his eyes, to meet his father’s gaze.

“No,” Charlie said with confidence, pushing his hair off his forehead. He straightened his back as he looked around the room at all the faces waiting for him to break down. “Y/N isn’t gone. I’d feel it. I’d know, dad. I don’t know how but my love is out there. I promise you. I feel it in my bones. And I’m going to find them.”

Charlie stood and rubbed at his face once more, clearing off all the tears.

“And which of you is going to help me?”

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snarkysarcasm · 6 years

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Can you write something about Gail and Holly going to a county fair or meeting at the fair or something? I dunno. Just seemed like a cute idea I'm too depressed to write.

Gail was bored.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love fairs. She did. She loved the corn dogs and the cotton candy, the corn on the cob, and kettlecorn. She loved fried oreos, and funnel cake, and being able to eat everything to her heart’s content. She enjoyed kicking other people’s asses at the games and wasn’t satisfied until she had been on every ride.

But for the first time in 26 years she was bored. She blamed it on the company. When she originally agreed to go with the rest of the rookies to the fair that year Traci was supposed to bring Leo. But Leo had gone home that day with a fever so the young detective was on Mom duty. Chris had already gone back to Timmons for Denise and Christian. Oliver was spending the day with his girls.

Which left Gail with Dov, Chloe, Andy, and Nick.

Watching Chloe hang all over Dov and Nick and Andy pretend like they weren’t sleeping together was beyond painful. It was both cruel and unusual. She was only about 15 minutes into the night and she was already thinking of excuses that could get her out of staying. She was also trying to figure out a ride home. She thought about throwing herself from the top of the ferris wheel. Supposedly that was frowned upon.

Just when Gail was about to give up all hope and step in front of a lemonade vendor to put her out of her misery she heard a familiar voice not far from the ring toss.

“Rach, this was your idea. I knew Lisa would bail on us but you were the one who suggested going to the fair. Yeah, I know, I know. Give Ben a kiss for me.”

It was like an answer to her prayers when Gail saw her favorite bespectled brunette.

“Hey lunchbox.”

Gail wasn’t sure why her stomach flipped at the way Holly’s face lit up after she hung up her phone and saw her. She wasn’t used to people being that happy to see her. And it didn’t hurt that Holly had a nice smile, a really nice smile, that Gail was pretty fond of receiving.

Since that first day at the morgue, the two had been hanging out fairly regularly. Holly had even convinced her to go to the batting cages and Gail had taken Holly as her plus one to Frank and Noelle’s wedding. Sure, they had shared a brief kiss in the coat closet that Gail had been replaying in her head on a semi-regular basis and which may have been the biggest contributing factor as to why Gail hadn’t invited Holly to the fair with her pack of losers but now that Gail saw her, she realized that was a really stupid reason to suffer alone.

“Hey, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, Princess Price and Girl Guide McNally came up with this plan for tonight.”

“Where are the other officers?”

“And you’re ditching them?”

“Obviously. I originally only came for Leo, Traci’s son, but since those two couldn’t be here I was about to eat a tomato just to get a ride out of here.”

“Well, since Rachel and Lisa both bailed on me, how about I give you a ride home instead of an ambulance to the hospital.”

“I suppose that could work. But you know since we’re here, we could probably spend at least a little time doing fair-y stuff.”

“That sounds like a bad gay joke.”

“I’m going to ignore your judgmental tone and introduce you to the way awesome people enjoy the fair.”

“Lead the way.”

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“I thought you don’t do sports?” Holly asked as they stared down the milk jugs across from them.

Gail gave the softball in her hand a couple of tosses. “I don’t. I want you to win me that shark.”

The blonde pointed to the great white hanging above their heads.

“I thought you were the almighty gamer.”

“Like you said I don’t do sports and this is the only booth with a shark. Come on, Nerd, I know you can do it.”

Holly struggled not to melt under the puppy dog eyes her friend was giving her. When Rachel had suggested going to the fair that night, she had only agreed to get her mind off kissing Gail. But after her other friends (predictably) bailed and the blonde had shown up, Holly had spent the entire struggling not to get swept up in the excitement. Gail Peck in a county fair was like a kid at Christmas. The normally enigmatic blonde had happily dragged her from one ride to the next, waxed poetically about the merits of each snack booth, and had already won multiple stuffed animals that she had randomly handed out to kids throughout the fairgrounds. If Holly’s crush wasn’t already overwhelming it was now at epic proportions.

So if Gail wanted a shark, then Holly was damn sure going to win it for her.

“Is this because I’m a lesbian that you’re assuming I can throw a softball?” Holly loosened up her arm.

“No my assumption that you own an inordinate amount of backpacks and fleeces is because you’re a lesbian. My knowledge of your throwing abilities comes from you being the star pitcher of your softball team.”

“And here I thought you didn’t listen when I talk.” Holly enjoyed the blush the hit pale cheeks in under the obnoxiously bright lights.

It took her 4 tries and a whopping ten dollars but Holly knocked over those rigged cartons. After the teenager manning the booth retrieved the coveted shark, Holly looked around at the various kids begging their parents for more money.

“So who is going to receive the shark?”

Gail was already had the shark tucked tightly under her arm.

“I think this one I might keep.”

Holly knew she shouldn’t read into it. That her friend was probably just a huge shark fan. But Holly couldn’t help wondering if it had anything to do with her winning it. She wasn’t brave enough to ask.

“Alright, we’ve done every ride in the fair, eaten my weight in fried food, and won your shark. Is there anything else we need to do?”

“The ferris wheel.” Gail said decisively, already heading in the direction of the long line.

But Holly froze in her tracks. “Ummm...how about we skip one ride?”

“What? No. We have to do it. What’s a fair trip without the ferris wheel?”

“A safe one.” Holly muttered to herself.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights.”

Holly swatted at the hand that was poking at her. “I’m not afraid of heights. I’m afraid of rusty, swinging seats that get stuck 200 feet in the air.”

“Please, Lunchbox, we have to do it.”

Holly hated that pout and the influence it had on her. She prayed to the gods that

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Holly was full of surprises. It wasn’t just the fear of heights but the fact that she would face that fear just because Gail asked her to. It was kind of like the shark.

Gail had won prizes throughout the night. Seemingly randomly handing them off to whichever kid was nearby and not throwing a tantrum. It wasn’t random. Gail usually spotted the kid who was quietly standing there while their sibling(s) got all of their parents’ attention, or the ones who parents had clearly spent all their cash just getting into the fair and a wristband for their kid to enjoy. So as nonchalantly as she could, she made sure that those kids got to bring something home from the fair.

Except for the shark.

As soon as Gail spotted the great white hanging above a game that she knew Holly could win, she decided that she wanted it. The fact that Holly actually won it for her meant that this one was coming home with her. Call her selfish (everyone does) but she kind of wanted something to remember how awesome her night had been.

It wasn’t until they were being locked into the swinging cart and Holly’s knuckles actually turned white as they gripped the handle bar that Gail finally stopped her teasing.

“Hey, Nerd, if it’s really that bad. We can get off now.”

“What? No. I’m good. Totally good.”

“Your eyes are closed and we haven’t even started moving.”

“Well you know my vision isn’t good anyway so really what’s the point of having them open.”

Holly let out a small shriek that Gail struggled not to laugh at when the ride suddenly came to life.

The death grip from the bar was suddenly on her arm.

“Hey, Hol. It’s okay. The ride isn’t going to be that bad.”

“Yep.” Holly managed to get out through clenched teeth.

“Come on, Hols, it’s no fun if you don’t at least try to enjoy the view.”

A shot rang out and Holly jumped as the first firework lit the sky.

“Now you’re missing the fireworks.”

Gail watched in amazement as Holly slowly opened first one then both eyes.

“See it’s not that bad.”

“Nope, not bad. Just very very high and very very old. Did you know that the original Ferris Wheel, is also referred to as the Chicago Wheel? And that it was designed and constructed by George Washington Gale Ferris Jr. in 1893. It was 80.4 metres tall and was the tallest attraction at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois.”

Gail couldn’t help it. She couldn’t look away from Holly’s rambling lips as the colors of the sky played across her tan skin. She couldn’t stop herself from cutting off Holly’s ramble with a kiss. It wasn’t brief like the coat closet but it wasn’t as long as Gail would’ve liked before she realized what she had done.

“Sorry you just had to stop talking.”

“I won’t say another word.” Holly promised, already leaning in.

Gail kissed her again, slower and more tentatively than the first. And her lips didn’t leave Holly’s until they were back on the ground. Finally stepping off the ride, Gail gathered her shark and took Holly’s hand, ready to make good on that ride home.

Yeah, she really loved fairs.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years

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What if the rest of Marvin and Anti's brothers decided Heaven just wasn't the same without them and decided to live on Earth so they could all be together? You can decide if that means they become fallen too or not. If not, I like to imagine Angels can retract their wings to look human and when they do they have a very realistic tattoo on their back that looks like their wings. I just want the poor boys to have their family again, they didn't deserve what happened.

Alrighty! I’ll give the bois their happy ending :)

“Zhis kinda…sucks..”

“What does, Doc?”

Henrik sighed, absentmindedly stroking the feathers on his wings. “It’s just…I know Anti’s and Marvin’s exiles vere months ago and ve should’ve moved on by now…but…” He trailed off.

“I know what you mean,” the Archangel in a gold mask and white suit murmured in agreement. He placed a hand on the cloud he was sitting upon, waving his fingers around to make some of it spiral into the air. “It’s not..the same. Every time I think of them there’s this…aching feeling in my chest, as if something’s….something’s-”

“Missing?” Chase finished, frowning a little before he looked at Jameson, who had his knees tucked to his chest, a forlorn expression on his face as he gazed at nothing in particular. He smiled sadly and patted his back in comfort. “Don’t worry, bro. We all feel it, too..”

“But ve’ve felt it for far too long...zhe time has come for a change.”

The three other Angels looked at Henrik, confused, as they saw him rise to his feet. “I know zhis may sound insane to all of you..but….I feel like it vould be best if ve lived on Earth.”

“…what?!!” Jackie gawked at him, completely and utterly shocked, springing up. “A-Are you-?!”

“I told you it may sound insane!” He huffed, before sighing. “But listen. My abilities allow me to sense all of your vitalities…including…our fallen Brüder. Marvin nearly died from zhe fall, but..someone by the name of [y/n] saved his life and took him into zheir house. And zhen..months later vhen ve cast out Anti, he just so happened to crash land right into zhe yard of zhat exact same home.”

“Wait..” Jameson sighed with shaking hands, eyes wide in disbelief. “How do you know all of that?”

The German smiled softly, whistling before a small, white eyeball with a golden iris and wings appeared out of the clouds and flew onto his shoulder. “Let’s just say a little eyeball told me,” he chuckled, patting the creature’s head. “Isn’t zhat right, Sam?”

Sam nodded in agreement, nuzzling his cheek.

“So you’re saying both of them are alive and living together under someone’s roof?”

“Exactly,” Henrik nodded. “And I feel zhat…it’s only right if ve join zhem. Vhatever happened in zhe past happened, and I’ve already forgiven zhem for it. Don’t…you all miss zhem, too?”

The others nodded in agreement, although Jackie’s eyebrows furrowed. “But..if we leave…that m-means we would have to..”

“Give up our vings, halos, and powers? Yes.” Reaching up, the angelic doctor grasped his halo, holding it with both hands. "But it’s best if ve do zhis now zhan later.”

“Wait…if..we g-go through with this,” Chase began. “D-Does..that mean we have to violently rip out our wings?”

“Nein. Only if ve are exiling another Angel. If ve choose to exile ourselves, ve simply break our halos. Our vings vill vanish zhe moment ve touch Earth’s ground, and our veapons vill lose all of zheir holy powers.”

“……”

“…….”

“…by golly, Doc. Where did you find out all of that information?”

Henrik sighed, smiling a bit. “In Marvin’s library. He vas zhe keeper of all of Heaven’s rules and secrets. I still..like to go zhere from time to time. So….are you all ready?”

The three looked at each other, exchanging worried, hesitant glances. But then Chase pulled off his halo, a determined expression on his face. “Let’s do this.”

Jackie and Jameson slowly removed theirs, too.

“Alright..zhis is it. Zhis is for Marvin and Anti.”

““For Marvin and Anti.”“

………..

“So wait..one of your brothers is a doctor? Do Angels get sick..or..?”

“Well, no. They’re immune to illnesses,” Marvin told you as he shoveled a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. “But..sometimes they pull muscles and strain the tendons that connect their wings to the rest of their bodies. It leaves a dull, aching pain. Henrik has the gift of healing, and he uses it to treat just that.”

“Ooooo..” You muttered, awestruck.

The three of you were sitting in the living room, watching T.V, talking, and eating breakfast, which you had so generously prepared.

“Yep, we all had our own little gifts that helped us do God’s work,” Anti chimed in, crunching on some bacon. “Although..I didn’t see how “knife-throwing” was gonna help me fulfill that.” He chuckled softly. “Ah..whatever..”

Marvin sighed. “Well, Anti…your gift was-”

However, he was cut off by a knock at your door. The two tensed, although they stayed put as you got up to go see who it is. You checked through the peephole and, much to your surprise, on the other side was…

Four, white-clothed men who looked awfully similar to the Angels Marvin and Anti were telling you about moments ago.

Wait…

“Umm..guys?”

They both got up, only to freeze as you opened the door and saw that it was their brothers…

In the flesh.

For the longest time, they just stared at one another, trying to process all that was happening in that moment.

And then you saw the one with a mustache, “JJ” as Anti had called him, tearing up. You barely had time to move aside as he barreled into the house and nearly tackled the pair to the floor.

Not too long after that, the guy in a snapback, Chase, ran in as well to greet his long-lost brothers. Then the dude in what looked like a onesie, Jackie, began crying as he joined them, too.

However the last one, Henrik, remained and looked at you with a smile. “S-So..you’re..[y/n]?” He put his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you. I assume you know who ve are.”

“Yep.” You nodded, smiling back at him as you shook hands. “Wowie. All of you guys actually-?”

But you were interrupted by the sounds of sobbing, and you glanced behind you to see five men huddled together on the floor, bawling like children, especially Marvin and Anti.

“Heaven just..vasn’t zhe same vithout zhem. And ve couldn’t bear to harbor anymore emptiness in our hearts. So ve decided to stay here on Earth.”

You looked back at Henrik in shock. “R-Really? That’s…so sweet of you guys. How did you know-?”

“[Y/n]..?”

Turning back, you could see Jackie, Chase, and JJ gazing at you with puffy eyes and tearstained cheeks. Marvin and Anti were back on the sofa, trying to calm themselves down so that their brothers could meet you.

But when you walked over and sat down on the floor, you didn’t expect them to bring you into a hug, before they started weeping all over again. You smiled anyway and wrapped your arms around them the best you could.

“Th-Thank you for looking a-a-after our brothers,” Jackie sobbed into your shoulder. “W-We…f-felt so, so guilty for casting them o-out…all these m-months… the g-guilt was just eating away a-at-”

“Hey, it’s..alright now.” You hushed, rubbing his back. “I was only doing what was right. I couldn’t bear to separate them.”

“Y-You’re awesome, bro,” Chase sniffled as he squeezed your waist gently, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “W-We…gave up everything just to see th-them again…and d-damnit it was worth it.”

JJ lifted his head up to gaze at you, eyes red and wet. But he smiled and quickly pecked your cheek, making you blush.

So that must be his way of saying “thanks”.

As you comforted the three, Henrik walked over to sit on the couch beside his fallen brothers.

“Y-Ya..really did it, huh?” Anti grinned as he rubbed his eye. “Ya sacrificed eternal happiness, immortality, and your gifts…j-just for us losers?”

“Zhat “happiness” left zhe day ve realized ve lost two of our beloved brothers,” he replied, smiling as he wrapped an arm around him. “But now…ve are here together again as a family. Zhe vay it should be.”

Marvin chuckled softly. “You’re right. Nothing is more powerful than…the love for your family. Although…” His gaze shifted to you and his still-crying brothers. “…I’m not too sure if [y/n] can handle six of us..”

“I can.”

All six of them looked at you, stunned into silence at your words.

“I’ll have to…renovate this place and change some stuff around,” you said. “But I’ll make it work. Tearing you guys apart would just be a dick move. I’m not gonna do that. I didn’t before…and I won’t do it now.”

They stared at you for a little while more, but then Anti, Marvin, and Henrik abandoned the couch to join in on the group hug, thanking you for caring so much about them.

And you simply blushed and smiled at their sweet words and at all of the attention you were getting.

Welp, this was going to be a brand new chapter in your life for sure.

#clanask #septic egos x reader #fallen angel au #reader insert

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yuki7900archive · 6 years

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Movie!Nya x Female Reader Part 3

It’s like, past midnight, I should really go to bed.

You had tackled your mom into the biggest embrace possible upon seeing her, and she hugged back just as hard. "Oh (Y/N), thank god you're safe!" She exclaimed and pulled away, cupping your face and stroking your cheeks. "I was so worried. Are you okay? You aren't hurt are you?"

"I'm okay, mom! A friend of Lloyd looked after me and got me to a safe spot." You told her, remembering what your friends had asked of you back at the Destiny's Bounty.

"You gotta keep this a secret. We can't have people knowing we are a part of the Secret Ninja Force. For protection reasons, ya' know?" Cole had muttered as you and Lloyd got ready to depart. "If your mom asks, Nya took you to a safe zone. Don't specify. There's a lot of safe zones in Ninjago so she'll just assume it was a different one to wherever she ended up."

You understood what he meant for protection. It wouldn't just compromise their safety but also all their loved ones. It was definitely for the best to keep this a secret. The only reason they'd told you is because, with how frequent Garmadon attacked, they couldn't keep doing this every time. It was easier just to come clean and tell you from the start and save a whole lot of drama. You'd all seen enough movies to know it never ended well when things were kept secret.

"I'm glad you're okay mom, I was so scared." Your mother had hugged you again before turning to the ginger haired woman stood nearby. She too was hugging her son. She stopped and rubbed his back, ruffling his hair briefly before. The boy had smiled tiredly at her. She looked at you both.

"Would you two like to stay for dinner tonight? I figure you are probably shaken from today." You looked up at your mom and tilted your head with a small smile, shrugging. You weren't opposed to spending the evening at Lloyd's house. Your mom nodded at Koko.

"That sounds wonderful. Thank you so much."

It wasn't much of a dinner, but dumplings were still delicious no matter what occasion. You ate them quietly as your mom and Lloyd's mom discussed general things with each other. They talked about work, the weather, anything to take your minds off the attack from earlier. It was still fresh in your mind however. You couldn't stop thinking about it. Everyone was used to this, but they shouldn't be! This shouldn't be a common occurrence and yet it was. It sickened you to your core. All those people, living in fear, fleeing for their lives. All the screaming and suffering pained your heart to even think about. And yet you were just another one of these civilians, waiting to be crushed.

"School probably won't be open tomorrow," Lloyd spoke to you, grabbing your attention. "Do you wanna hang out with us all instead?"

You thought about what Chen had said to you. You had finally found out about Lloyd's dad, the evil warlord that terrorised everyone in the city. He'd said to come see him when you'd realised the mistake you'd made but...what was the mistake? It just became clearer to you now how wrong Chen was about everything, how wrong everyone was about everything. His father was the one doing the damage, not him. He was keeping the peace!

"I'd love to Lloyd." You smiled wide at him and he smiled just as hard back.

You didn't see it, but Koko had heard the chirp in your voice and felt her heart swell up. Her son hadn't made a new friend in such a long time, it was nice to see at least one other person was on his side and not everyone else's.

"Awesome!" He grinned, showing off his little fangs before digging into his food. He had fangs? That was so cool, not to mention cute.

You really couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

- - -

Whilst you had lied and told your mom you were just going for a walk around the city, you'd actually headed for the Destiny's Bounty again. Everyone else was there upon your arrival, all kitted out in their ninja gear and doing stretches to warm up their muscles. They greeted you and Lloyd when you approached them, and you greeted them back.

"I'm gonna go change, I'll be right back." The blonde jogged off to get his gi and change. You went and sat on the sofa, simply watching the ninja warm up and get ready for training. You observed all of them, but your eyes kept finding their way to Nya until eventually they just remained locked onto her. You felt your heart buzz when she smirked at the others, laughing with them as one of them had shared a funny joke or story. You stared long enough to noticed she had a dimple. It stood out to you in a weird way. It just...suited her. Everything about her just fit together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. Her hair, her clothes, her personality. Everything. You wished you could be like that. Instead you just a mess.

You couldn't do much as the Ninja did their training, left to just sit and wait for them to finish. You weren't complaining though, it was quite interesting to watch them do their thing. Wu had come over after giving them instructions to get into pairs and start sparring each other. He came and sat beside you, chatting with you.

"Are you okay Wu?" You had asked him as he grunted upon sitting down.

"Yes, I just need a little break from standing." He told you, sighing and relaxing into the sofa. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just watching." He hummed as you turned to look back at your friends, just catching Nya slamming her brother into the floor. They had both laughed, Kai sitting up and scratching the back of his neck as his sister ran a hand through her hair. She noticed you were looking at her and smiled, giving you a small wave. You had waved back shyly, feeling your cheeks go red.

"I've been thinking about what you said yesterday." You furrowed your brows and looked back at the old man beside you. "When you felt you had to apologise to Nya."

"I..." You bit your lip and slumped into the sofa. "I just feel bad that I couldn't fight back...I felt helpless. Like I was getting in the way. Even more so when I found out Nya was a ninja, and she had to put her job on hold just so she didn't have to leave me alone."

"Why do you feel guilt about this? It is a part of her job to protect, and that is what she did."

"I dunno." You shrugged and averted your gaze to your fingers as you fiddled with them.

"Maybe it is because you feel like you can do something." He suggested. "There is something inside of you, a fight. You want to be able to do what Nya and your other friends can do, does that sound about right?"

You internally snorted at the rhyme in that sentence, but after that you thought about what he'd said. Maybe that was the case, maybe you did want to fight. But what if you weren't enough? What if you weren't cut out to be a ninja. These guys had been training for years so for you to start now...you'd be so far behind. You'd only get in the way of them. But weren't you getting in the way now? One of the ninja would have to keep staying behind to make sure you got to safety, and that put everybody else in the city at risk. That was too much guilt to hold on your shoulders. But if someone died because you failed to save them, what would be worse to deal with? You supposed if you tried to help you couldn't say you hadn't done all you could. Ugh, your head hurt just thinking about it.

"I don't know." You responded, burying your head in your arms. You had groaned a little as the thoughts ran through your mind. "Do you think I could fight?"

"Anyone can be a ninja, (Y/N). It is not an exclusive thing for elemental masters." He spoke softly to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently. "It is a dangerous job, and I understand if you are afraid. I am not going to force you into it. But I believe in you, and I can sense the want inside of you that wishes to protect."

You glanced back at the old man, seeing that same old, comforting smile on his face. You gave him a small smile back and lifted your head up. "I'll think about it."

He nodded and used your shoulder to help push himself up off the sofa. Without saying anything more, he headed back over to his students to observe how they were getting on. Your gaze landed back on Nya (yet again). You watched her beat up her brother and thought about what Wu had said. He seemed to want you to do it. Or perhaps he had just read your mind and decided it would be for the benefit of others. Not because you'd be helping, but because at least then you could defend yourself on the ground and your friends could get on with their job. Or maybe, just maybe, you were seriously overthinking everything, and you needed to just go for it.

For the next hour your mind flopped back and forth between what to do. You went from ready to kick butt to being on the verge of a heart attack every five minutes or so. You just couldn't make up your mind. You were still debating what to do even when you all went out to lunch together. You had just ordered your food and were were all sat in a big booth just waiting for it to arrive to your . Your friends were chatting with one another and sipping their drinks as you sat and messed with your fingers, your pupils focused on your hands as pros and cons flickered through your mind.

"(Y/N)?" You heard a distant and blurred voice call your name, which made you snap out of the trance you were in and look up at the six who were all staring at you with concerned frowns. Had they been calling your name? You hadn't even heard, you were too busy stuck in your own thoughts. "Are you alright?" Cole rested his head in the palm of his hand and raised a brow at you.

"Ah, yeah." You nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I'm just thinking 'bout stuff." You crossed your arms and rested on the table, the others still looking at you in worry. They had momentarily peered at each other, having a one of those telepathic conversations that close friends sometimes had when they needed to discuss something without others knowing what they were talking about.

"What's bothering ya' girlie?" Nya scooted closer to you and rubbed your back, which aided in soothing you, but also helped in raising your heart rate. You couldn't look her in the face for more than a few seconds, as that caring expression upon her face caused you to turn red. "You can tell us."

With a hum you sat up and focused on the table top in front of you. Your arms were still crossed, your fingers digging into your arms skin as you hugged yourself tightly.

"Wu talked to me earlier when he came and sat down with me." You began to explain. You wondered what they would think of the situation. "He thinks I want to be a ninja like you guys, and he thinks I could do it, even when I don't have any powers. I said I'd think about it but...I dunno if I have the courage to do it."

"Woah, Wu wants you to fight?" Kai muttered with slightly wide brown eyes.

"He said he won't force me to. He just said that he believes I could do it." You shrugged a little.

"Well," Lloyd inputted. "My uncle is wise. Everything he says has meaning. So if he believes in you then he must believe in you a lot."

"Like with us. And you should've seen us when Sensei first started training us." Jay laughed a little, as did everyone else.

"Yeah, we were pretty awful." Cole blew the fringe out of his face and grinned as he recalled the past. "Jay couldn't stop tripping up over his own flail."

You snorted but covered your mouth and tried to contain your giggles, apologising to Jay for being rude. He wasn't bothered too much, simply laughing along with you and the rest of the team.

"I think you could do it." You heard Nya say once the laughter had died down. You looked at her as she grinned at you, her arm around your shoulder. There was definitely a blush across your face now. She was so close to you. "It's a lot of hard work, but its fun too! And if Wu thinks you're up for the challenge then I don't have a doubt in my mind that you can do it too."

Your heart was ringing in your ears as she spoke to you, your mind becoming dizzy. You couldn't think straight in that moment, entranced by her voice and the look in her eyes. Just looking into them you could see the faith in you she had, the genuine belief that you could achieve what she and her friends had achieved. It gave you that extra bit of confidence and hope. If she believed you, then you thought you could do it too.

"Y-You really think I could be a ninja?" You had to hear her say it again. Just one more time to give you that final push.

"Yeah! Don't worry, I'll look out for ya'. I'll be like a second mentor." A second mentor? You liked the idea of Nya mentoring you. You'd get to spend even more time with her that way! You'd train together and fight together, look out for each other. Just imagining all the fun times you two could have together made you giddy.

The boys all smirked between one another and chuckled, causing Nya to huff and stare at them all with a raised brow and a grin. "Why are you all giggling? What's so funny?"

"(Y/N)'s face." Your eye's widened as the girl beside you examined your face. "She's blushing~" Cole teased you and everyone else (except Nya) said "ooh", making you blush harder. The ravenette laughed and rubbed your shoulder.

"Ha-ha, you're so cute!" She hugged you tightly, squashing your body. You didn't care, grinning like crazy. She'd just called you cute. She thought you were cute. You couldn't have been happier.

"Sis stop before she combusts! Look at how red you're making her!" The grey ninja pulled away and laughed even harder. She covered her mouth with her hand for a few moments before running a hand through her beautiful, black locks of hair.

"Aw, I'm sorry! I'll stop." She let go of you and you mentally cursed. You were enjoying that hug. And you must've made it clear to the boys because they were still piping up and making comments.

"Look at that expression!" Lloyd had picked up his drink and swirled the cup a little before sipping.

"You look so upset." The black ninja agreed with the green ninja, Jay and Kai both nodding their heads.

"My scanner also indicates an increase in sadness." You were quickly becoming a mess as the teasing continued. You hoped they cut it out soon before you exploded in embarrassment. You hadn't even thought about the possibility of you having a crush on her. Thinking about it, it was actually really obvious now that it had been pointed out to you. The constant blushing, the racing heart, the dizziness. How did you not notice sooner? Oh god it had only been two days and you had fallen for somebody. Was it possible for that to happen? Apparently so, as it had just happened.

"Come on guys!" Your crush drank her own drink as she ruffled your (H/L) (H/C) hair. "Leave her alone!"

They did (thankfully) just as your food came at the same time. A new conversation started, one between Lloyd and Jay where they discussed the latest episode of some anime that had been airing on TV recently. Meanwhile Cole and Kai were rolling their eyes and shaking their heads as they smirked at one another, having their own conversation about something entirely different. You guessed they weren't really anime fans. You, Nya and Zane were just quietly eating and enjoying the noodles you'd ordered. You had to admit, these were the best you'd had...well, ever. You could see why they came here often.

Occasionally you glanced beside you and saw Nya slurping up her noodles. She was focusing on the bowl rather than you, so you managed to get away with the odd look in her direction without her noticing you. You were pretty sure the boys spotted you though, not that you really cared. Whatever, there was no harm in taking the odd look here and there. So long as you didn't give off a creepy, stalker vibe, then everything was just dandy.

You couldn't wait to start training with her.

- - -

"Again!" You got into the same stance as before and did ten more side kicks, hitting the pad's on Nya's hands perfectly every time. "Don't forget to breathe out! Stop holding your breath!"

Dang, you forgot. You were getting so caught up in getting the kicks right and not looking stupid in front of the girl that you kept holding your breath. You began doing what she had taught you, gritting your teeth and making a small "ch-sh" sort of sound. Nya had said it made it easier to breathe as you fought. You had to agree that it did really help.

"You're a fast learner (Y/N)! Those kicks of yours could knock someone's teeth out, heh." She lowered her arms and slid her hands out of the pads, putting them to the side before she put her hands on her hips. "Got a lot of pent up anger?"

"Heh, I guess so." You shrugged and smiled at the girl ninja. "I don't really get the chance to get my anger out."

"Well, Spinjitzu is a really good outlet for it." She explained and walked to the bench a few steps away, picking up your water bottle. She quickly span around and threw it at you, making you yelp. You accidentally bat it as you went to catch it and began doing some weird water bottle juggling with your hands until you finally managed to grip it. Nya had laughed as she picked up her own water bottle and took a sip. You had done the same, raising the bottle to your lips and drinking the water inside.

The boys were taking a break, sat on the side and chatting to themselves as you two had decided to keep going for a bit longer. You knew that taking breaks was important, but since you were doing basics you felt like you needed to push yourself that little bit further. Wu certainly didn't mind, and neither did Nya. The ninja sat on the sidelines, watching the pair of you as you prepared for the next kick.

"Alright, so," The ravenette placed her bottle back on the floor. "I'm gonna show you how to do a down kick. I want you to walk as you do them, like we did with the other kicks. You do a kick, take a step forward and then do another. Yeah?" You nodded with a determined smile and she chuckled. She got into the stance before lifting her leg up high and striking down. She did ten kicks in total before turning to you and telling you it was your turn. You always hated doing things for the first time in front of people in fear of screwing up, and it was worse now that the boys were watching you and not doing their own training, but making a fool of yourself in front of Nya was not an option.

And yet, your body did it anyway.

Your foot betrayed you as it clipped the concrete whilst you walked forward, causing you to lose balance. You thought you'd be able to rectify yourself but unfortunately not and you nearly smacked into the floor. Key word, nearly. The thing stopping you from falling was Nya, as she rushed over and caught you before you ended up hurting yourself. You face had gone bright red as she had taken your hands and pulled you up. The reason for your blushing though was, not only how close you were now, and not only because she'd just saved you from a concrete face-plant, but also the fact she was still holding your hands. In fact her thumbs were rubbing your skin softly.

"You alright? Had a little trip there." She joked with you. "Wouldn't want your pretty face to smash into the floor, huh? That wouldn't be fun." You didn't utter a word and instead shook your head, averting your gaze to the ground. She'd just said you had a pretty face. Did you really look pretty? Did she think you did? Why else would she say it if she didn't think it? To be nice? Maybe she didn't really think it, she was just saying it because that's what friends did. But since when did friends just say that so casually in a conversation? Most girls you knew only brought it up if you had called yourself unattractive or they were talking about body types, or maybe when you'd go out shopping for clothes and they tell you how great you look in a certain skirt or something. But she'd just slipped it in nonchalantly, like it was a throw away comment.

"T-Thanks Nya." You stuttered and gave a nervous laugh, swallowing the lump in your throat. You could hear the small snickers coming from the benches where the boys sat. They were obviously laughing at you and your failing attempts to be calm around the girl. Damn them.

"No problem." Her hands slipped away from yours, much to your dismay. "You did some good down kicks. Let's do some more and then combine all the kicks we've learnt, yeah?"

The training continued for another ten minutes or so, and as you and Nya went to sit down for your break, the boys got up to continue their workout. They had smirked and nudged you as they walked past, Cole even giving you a wink. It was times like this you really hated them. You didn't even have to tell them you were gay, they already knew. Clearly you being gay for Nya was more obvious than Cole being gay for Jay. But that's because he could keep a poker face, stay cool and collected. People had no clue that he liked Jay, only you and Nya did. And you swore, he only told you just to irritate you at how easy he made it look to act natural whilst all you could do was get flustered and screw up. There wasn't any point in you pretending now either, as you'd made it blatantly obvious to the entire group that you liked Nya. Hell, you were pretty sure even Wu knew about your crush. And Lloyd's mom. And your mom (unfortunately).

"Come on sweetie! Just tell me who it is!" She had pleaded to you a couple of nights ago, you both seated on the sofa and watching TV together like you did every night after dinner. It was some game show your mom loved to watch, but tonight she was more focused on the new information she'd received from Koko during work earlier that day. "I promise it'll be our secret!"

"No!" You had laughed and crossed your arms, trying to deny it. You were determined not to tell her who it was, but she was slowly wearing you down the more she begged you for an answer.

"Please (Y/N)!" She hugged you tightly. "If you don't do it I'll kiss you in front of all of your friends." She tried to threaten you. You gave a singular, mocking laugh.

"Jokes on you, Koko does that to Lloyd anyway! And Edna with Jay too! You cannot shame me." You had smirked triumphantly until her face darkened. Oh no, that wasn't good.

"Then I'll show them your baby photos." You widened your eyes, your face dropping immediately.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I, dear daughter." She had grinned. "Wouldn't I?"

You gave in, knowing that this was a very serious threat indeed. With a sigh you had uttered Nya's name, making your mother squeal in excitement. She had shaken you as all you could do was crack a smile and roll your eyes. She was more excited then you were, going on about how cute she was and how she was already thinking of ship names (you wished Koko had never explained it to her). She had begun texting Lloyd's mom that instant and started discussing it, and you didn't know whether to laugh, be embarrassed or be creeped out. At least your mom was happy, you supposed.

"Can't believe how fast these past few weeks have gone. I feel like I've known ya' for years, but we've only known each other like, less than a month." The black haired teenager crossed her arms and closed her eyes.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." It went quiet again for a few moments as you both just sat there in silence.

"We don't hang out enough. Just us two." The girl leaned forward and looked at you. "We should hang out without the guys sometime." Yes. That sounded like heaven to you.

"Are you free this weekend?"

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leisurelypanda · 6 years

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Here We Go Again ch. 20

“They didn’t.”

Michael sipped his chamomile tea. Damien had come over to keep him company while Craig left to get the girls. He wasn’t dressed in his usual Victorian getup. He was wearing an ordinary polo shirt and khaki pants with his hair tied back in a ponytail. He provided a soothing, stabilizing influence. Or maybe that was the tea. Or both. Michael was still reeling from the sudden… visit from his parents. They still haven’t changed, he thought dejectedly.

“They did,” he said, resting the cup on his stomach. “It was like a car crash. Everything happened in slow motion from the moment I saw them at the door.”

“So uncouth,” Damien muttered. “Showing up unannounced and uninvited, then insulting the host. At least your beau was able to convince them to leave.”

Michael cursed silently as he felt the tears return. Damien gracefully produced a handkerchief and handed it to him. My parents, he thought ruefully. He dabbed at his eyes as he began to sob again. They couldn’t even be bothered to let me know, then they insult my family.

Damien slid over to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to console him or tell him it would be okay. Michael knew that, in some part of his logical, analytical brain. He knew that it would be all right. In time. But right now, this entire day felt like it had been complete shit. And it had started out so well, too.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” he said when he was able to form words again.

“Not at all, Michael,” his friend replied.

“Are your parents…” he trailed off. The rest didn’t need to be said. Damien paused for a moment before he answered.

“I didn’t come out until after I had gotten pregnant with Lucien,” he said thoughtfully. “My boyfriend at the time, well, he didn’t think much of transgender people and he left. My parents, well, I never was able to tell them why he’d left. They always assumed he was a deadbeat who couldn’t commit to raising a child.”

“I’m sorry,” Michael said.

“Thank you,” Damien replied. “But to answer your question, no I never told them, but I think they knew. After the pregnancy was over and I began to fashion myself as I wanted to present myself to the world, they took it in stride. They never asked. Though I did go to their gravestones after each died and tell them that I had changed my name and who I was.”

“I’m sorry they never got the chance to know you as you are now,” Michael replied, wiping another stray tear from his eyes. He huffed. “I swear, I’m ready to have my boys if only so I’ll stop crying at everything.”

Damien laughed good naturedly. They went back to sipping their tea in companionable silence.

“Say,” Damien said. “Have you ever watched a show called Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood?”

Michael looked at him and shook his head. His friend smiled and dashed out of the house and returned a few minutes later with a laptop and a long cable, which he plugged into the tv.

“I’m certain you’ll love this show,” Damien assured him as he set up his equipment. “It’s about two orphans who try to bring their mother back with a magical formula system and then get sucked into the conflict of a dystopian military state.”

“This sounds like a pleasant show,” Michael said.

By the time Craig returned home with the girls, Michael was crying his eyes out watching the end of the fifth episode of the show. Craig looked at him, at his neighbor, then at the screen displaying some kind of anime and walked away to the kitchen.

“Thanks for agreeing to stick around, Damien,” he said. “I owe you one, dude.”

“It was no trouble at all, Craig,” Damien replied, gathering his things. “Let me know if I can be of any more assistance.”

“Thank you for keeping me company, Damien,” Michael added. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Certainly, my friend,” he replied, smiling. “Just let me know when you’re free.”

Craig walked him to the door and the twins sat on either side of Michael. Hazel put her hand to Michael’s stomach and waited to see if the boys inside him would start moving around. Michael took her hand gently and guided it to where they were usually most active. This was a good day. They had been quiet for the most part. Michael was grateful for that at least.

“Did the doctor say anything about when the babies will be here?” Briar asked.

“No,” he replied. “But we figure that they’ll be due around early June sometime.”

“Have you figured out names for them?”

“Almost. You father insists that they have to be nature names, like the rest of his kids,” he said. “Do you have any thoughts, since we’re on the subject?”

“You should name one of them Spartacus,” Hazel said, excitedly, her eyes aglow with mischief. “You know, like that guy in Rome who fought lions and tigers and stuff with his bare hands! That’d be a great name!”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Sure kid,” he said, ruffling her hair. “Right after we name the other one Hannibal after the guy who tried to take over Rome with an army of elephants”

“Yeah, that sounds awesome!” she exclaimed, jumping up on the couch.

“Hazel, get down off the couch,” Craig said, coming back into the room on his way to the kitchen. “Go and get your homework done.”

Hazel climbed down slowly.

“Is dad angry?” Briar asked.

I swear these kids are psychic or something, he thought. Just not with each other for some reason. “Yes,” he replied. “But not at you.”

“What’s he angry about?” she pressed. “Did something happen?”

“Yes, something happened,” he said. “But don’t worry about it. It’s nothing for you to concern yourself with.”

Briar didn’t seem convinced but before she could ask more questions the phone rang. Michael groaned, sat up, and managed to get up and waddle over to the phone receiver. He picked up the phone and his blood went cold as he heard the person on the other end of the phone.

“Is this the Cahn residence?” his father asked.

“How did you get this number?” he demanded. “I know for a fact that you didn’t get it from anyone here.”

“We looked up a phone book, Michelle,” he replied. “You know, those things that people used to own once upon a time before the Internet. Anyway, I wanted to let you know that we’ll be leaving in a couple days. When are your babies due? We expect to be there for you. We have a right to be there.”

“I’m not telling you,” he said, his voice shaking. He felt ashamed. Here he was defending himself from his transphobic parents and he couldn’t even keep his voice even. He felt his lip starting to tremble. Shit not again, he thought.

Craig, like an angel, appeared. “Is it them, bro?” he asked. Michael nodded and Craig scowled. Michael was a bit taken aback by it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Craig look so… frightening. Like he was pumping himself up for a fight. It was a bit wonderful, actually. The thought of Craig being protective over him, even against his parents was oddly satisfying, though a bit embarrassing, as well.

Craig held his hand out, silently asking for the phone. Michael hesitated, but decided to give it to him since he was on the verge of tears. Again. Why can’t my parents just leave me alone? he thought bitterly.

“Listen,” he said. “You showed up here without warning and demanded that my partner let you into our home. You took advantage of the fact that he couldn’t keep you from coming in and insulted him. If you ever show your face around my family again, I’ll file for a restraining order. Have a nice life.” He hung up, slamming the phone down on the receiver. Hazel and Briar jumped from where they were doing homework nearby.

Michael looked down at the phone in amazement and then looked up at his boyfriend. Craig still looked angry, but also somewhat satisfied and tired. Like he was coming down from an adrenaline high.

“Can we talk about this?” he asked. Craig nodded and walked toward the study. Michael followed him, wondering briefly if they should tell the twins not to follow them. They might just follow anyway if they out of curiosity, he mused. He shrugged and left them alone. If they wanted to know about his family drama, he’d tell them. After he told Amanda. I wonder how she’d feel about this, he thought.

Once they were safely ensconced in the study he looked at Craig, who stood with his arms folded across his chest. He was still angry, Michael realized.

“Did you mean that?” he asked. “What you said to them?”

“Absolutely,” he replied. “I don’t care that they’re your parents, they crossed a line.”

“They did,” he admitted slowly. “It was definitely terrifying to realize that they were here today, that they know where we live.”

“But you sound reluctant,” Craig said.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’m not really sure how to feel about it.”

“Glad right, bro?” Craig asked. “I mean, your parents have never tried to understand you. I remember, dude. They didn’t think you should be roommates with me because they said you were a woman.”

“Yeah, I remember,” he said. “But it’s still… surreal. Threatening them with a restraining order is sort of a big deal, dude.”

Craig unfolded arms and took Michael’s hands in his. “Hey, if you don’t want to file the restraining order, I’ll support you,” he said. “I won’t agree with it, but I want you to be happy here.”

“It’s just… it’s complicated,” he replied. “I want them out of my life, I want them to go away…”

“But?”

“But they’re my parents,” he continued. “I still, kinda, love them. They’re infuriating but still.”

“So do you want to file the restraining order if they come back or would you want to hold off on it?” Craig asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “That’s the problem.”

Craig looked into his eyes and Michael felt his eyes well with tears again. “Goddammit,” he muttered.

His bro laughed. Michael retaliated by shoving him.

“You ass, stop laughing at me!” he said, tears rolling down his cheeks. He wiped them away with his palms.

“You know bro, you should be drinking water,” his boyfriend said, his smile teasing and his eyes light. “You’re gonna dry up into a shriveled old raisin if you don’t watch yourself.”

Michael replied by shoving him again, but he laughed. “Bro… thanks.”

Craig smiled. “I got you, bro.”

When they left the room they were startled by two pre-pubescent girls falling through the doorway and onto the floor. Immediately the scrambled to their feet and ran out the door before they could be scolded for eavesdropping. Craig stared after them in shock.

“I guess we should have told them not to listen in on us,” he said, rubbing his neck.

“Bro, they’re kids,” Michael said, taking his hand. “Even if we told them not to they would have done it.”

“So do we punish them?”

“Yeah, but nothing too drastic. It’s been a long day. Like no dessert.”

Craig frowned. “But we don’t give them dessert.”

“We don’t?”

Craig narrowed his eyes at him. “I hope we don’t.”

“And you should always have hope, bro,” he said, grinning. “But sometimes you’ll be disappointed.”

“Maybe you’re the one who needs to be punished, then,” he said, his voice low.

Michael blushed fiercely. His face was probably the shade of a ripe tomato. Suddenly Craig let go of his hand and shot up to his sides. He dissolved into fits of laughter as Craig began to tickle him.

“NOOOOOO!!!” he shrieked. “N-no s-stop! You’re g-gonna make m-me pee!”

Michael backed up against the wall and slid down, trying desperately to get away from his torturous lover. Craig, however, was merciless. He knew every spot on his body where he was ticklish (and there were many).

“Say uncle,” Craig demanded.

“Never!” he cried through the laughter. “Death b-before d-dishonor!”

Then, as quickly as the tickle match had started, it ended, with Michael feeling something leak between his legs. He sat up quickly and shoved Craig away as he looked down at his pants. Around the swollen mound of his pregnant abdomen, he could see the fabric darken. He managed to stop himself.

“Bro, I’m- shit, sorry dude,” Craig said.

“Dude, it’s fine,” he said, a bit exasperated. “But could you get me up off the floor so I can go change?”

Craig hurriedly helped him up to his feet. They avoided the dining room where the twins were supposed to be as they walked towards the stairs. River was playing with some toys in the living room and blessedly ignored them as she was engrossed in whatever game she was playing.

“Sorry dude,” Craig said again when they got to the stairs.

“Don’t worry about it, it happens,” he replied. “When I was pregnant with Amanda, there were a few times when I did this because I couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time. I learned to bring spare clothes everywhere I went. I was actually hoping that I’d have a little more time before this started up.”

“Can I help at all?”

“You mind cleaning up the spot?” he asked. “I’m gonna shower before I do anything else.”

Craig smiled apologetically. “Sure, no problem.”

“Stop beating yourself up, bro,” he said, as he started up the stairs. “I’m not mad, I promise.”

Craig still looked apologetic but he nodded. Michael turned and dragged himself up the stairs. As soon as the water hit his back he sighed. Just what the doctor ordered, he thought. With any luck, this would last a while.

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