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babbushka · 3 years

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It’s All Worthwhile

Lawyer!Kylo Ren x Reader

3k, mostly fluff based off the song Baby It’s Cold Outside, with some NSFW (vanilla sex [PIV, lots of kissing])

Available on AO3

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It’s snowing gently, when the last of the guests leave through the door of Kylo’s penthouse apartment. You can see the flurries passing across the great big windows that span across the living room, Manhattan a glow of golden lights. Windows, traffic and the little illuminating bulbs on the bridges twinkle in the dark, evening finally turned to night. Though it may be dark out in the world beyond these windows, inside Kylo’s apartment is comfortably lit and cozy.

Decorative lamps and of course the flame of the candles in the large menorah on the mantle fill the living room with a warm orange glow, one that has you hating the thought of leaving. But it was Kylo’s apartment, and you didn’t want to overstay your welcome, so you push yourself off the couch and make your way to the foyer where Kylo is closing the door behind the last of his guests.

He turns towards you, looking painfully handsome. It was a work party, upscale and exclusive for the top lawyers in his circle. Why Kylo decided to host the Hanukkah celebration at his place rather than the office he holds in the Freedom Tower was obvious – he had a damn good apartment and you could tell he was eager to show it off, to impress.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were impressed.

“I’m really glad you came, you know.” Kylo approaches you, leans up against the wall of the hallway.

He took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie. There was something about the more casual appearance that make you blink quickly, remembering that this was your greatest rival, your biggest enemy. He wasn’t handsome, he was a pain in your ass…or so you keep reminding yourself half-heartedly.

“It was a great party, I’m exhausted.” You lie, “I should probably head out.”

“You don’t have to.” Kylo’s eyes are hopeful, especially as he doesn’t even spare a glance to the giant windows before trying to come up with the excuse of, “I mean, well, look at this weather.”

There is nothing in your body that tells you to leave, and everything that is screaming at you to stay. One look at Kylo, and you can read in his body language that he doesn’t want you to go either, and that’s a comfort. Still though, he is on the other side, he’s on the rival team, he’s your competition. Did you have strong feelings for him? Of course! But…

But lately it was becoming harder and harder to figure out exactly what those feelings were. You had been convinced in the beginning that it was hatred – because damn Kylo really managed to piss you off sometimes – but now, now you’re not so sure.

“I really can't stay.” You say slowly, carefully, hoping hoping hoping that he’ll pick up the game you want to play.

Maybe both of you can get what you want without having to admit to it.

Maybe, just maybe, neither of you have to wear your hearts on your sleeve.

“But baby…it's cold outside.” Kylo catches on immediately, a great big grin slowly spreading across his face.

He approaches you, rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up over his forearms. The act is so casual, and yet your eyes are drawn to it instantly, unable to look away from the thick cords of muscle that flex as his hands reach for you. You’re all alone now, just the two of you, no one is around to see if maybe you should kiss, if maybe you should allow Kylo to hold you close.

“I’ve got to go away.” You allow him despite the words, allow him to slip an arm around your waist, pulling your bodies together.

“But baby, it's cold outside.” He shakes his head, biting at the inside of his cheek. He wants you desperately, wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life. You are the first and only person to ever match him so well on so many levels, it’s absolutely intoxicating.

“This evening has been – ” You start, pulling away from him, finding your pulse beginning to race, your lungs beginning to squeeze as you hold your breath. You were so sure he would kiss you just then, but then he hadn’t, so away you go, just another step in the dance.

“I was hoping you'd drop in – ” Kylo talks at the same time as you, the two of you always did have a problem with interrupting one another, he hated that about you. He loves it.

“ – So very nice.” You begin to search for your gloves, taking a real long time, surely they haven’t gone too far. Maybe you spot them over by the long couch, and maybe you ignore that, maybe they weren’t yours after all.

“ – I'll hold your hands they're just like ice!” Kylo’s fingers twine through yours as he grasps your hand, spins you around and pulls you close to him once more.

His eyes are brown and sparkling in the warm glow, his chin tucked in to look at you properly. He had a good couple inches on you, even with your heels on, and you find that you don’t mind craning your neck up to bite back a smile at him, not one bit.

“My secretary will start to worry,” You say, licking your lips, your eyes on his mouth. They flick back up to his gaze, and he notices, of course he notices.

Kylo leans in, presses his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing together.

“Beautiful watch you're wearing…” He murmurs, turning your hand in his so he can see the diamonds catch the light. You’re so elegant, everything about you makes him sweat in his Louboutins.

“So really I'd better scurry.” You tilt your chin up a little, just barely a little, your bottom lip catching his ever so briefly. It’s not a kiss, not really – someone could come back in, couldn’t they? Maybe one of his friends forgot something behind, maybe someone was watching from a building across the way, maybe --

“Beautiful, please don't hurry.” Kylo brushes his lips back against yours, his eyes slipping closed, hand cupping your jaw, your cheek.

Beautiful? That was a first, your heart leaps in your chest. Kylo had called you a lot of things over the years that you have been butting heads together, how strange that this time, with your foreheads literally touching, he calls you something so sweet?

“…Well maybe just a half a drink more?” You finally start to show your cards, finally start to give him some proper leeway that he can take and run with.

And run with he does – he steps away from you abruptly, clapping his hands together once with excitement, already making his way to the elaborate home-bar that he has set up. The bartender he hired for the party is long gone, but Kylo knows his way around his spirits.

“Put some music on while I pour.” He gives you a cheeky grin, and you have to hide your face in your hands, chuckling out your happiness.

He could be such a jackass sometimes, but he could also be so incredibly thoughtful and charming and funny and smart and – oh no, you can practically feel yourself falling for him. You find that maybe, you don’t necessarily dislike the sensation of the butterflies in your stomach, as you step out of your heels to be more comfortable, and go over to the smart speaker mounted to the wall.

The baby grand piano sits comfortably in the corner of the great room, a few guests having taken a turn on the ivory keys, and you think that maybe one day you’d like to hear Kylo play. For now, the speaker will have to do, as you select a seasonally classical playlist of soft romantic music that immediately resonates through the room.

Kylo offers you a cocktail, and much to your surprise, there’s no alcoholic taste to it at all. You appreciate that, appreciate him not pressuring you to get tipsy or anything. Kylo wants you for you, wants you to be with him because you want to be with him. Still, you give him a bit of a hard time, even as he wraps one arm around your waist, the two of you slow dancing to the music.

“You know, the neighbors might think…” You raise a brow at him, and that makes him laugh out loud – he doesn’t have any neighbors, certainly not any that would matter. He’s all alone up here in this beautiful box in the sky.

Well, not entirely alone.

“Baby it's bad out there.” Kylo just shakes his head, giving you a spin that has you nearly missing your footing, the two of you giggling over the silliness of it all.

“Say what's in this drink?” You tease, knowing full well there’s nothing in it at all other than some sprite and pomegranate juice.

“Don’t joke like that.” Kylo stops moving entirely, grasps your jaw in his big hand and gets your attention with a scowl. You smile, both an apology and an understanding, not wanting to have caused him any offense. He rubs his thumb across your lip, the crease between his brows already slipping away, “In any case, you’ll never get a cab out there.”

That has you laughing again, just the realization of what you’re doing.

You’re in Kylo’s apartment, just the two of you, and you’re having fun. No yelling, no arguments, no name calling or temper tantrums for once, and it’s so nice. Now why couldn’t he be this agreeable all the time, you can’t help but wonder?

I wish I knew how, You think, casting a gaze over to the menorah that’s starting to burn down to nothing, to break this spell.

Her eyes are like starlight now, Kylo thinks, regarding you softly, watching you watch the candles. He walks away from you and blows them out the rest of the way, not wanting his apartment to burn down if he leaves them unattended – and he was getting tired of staying in the living room.

He wants you in his bed, if you’ll allow him that privilege, if you want it too. Only if you want it, but fuck does he.

“I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell.” Kylo offers, holding a hand out for the beret that’s fastened to your head with a couple pins. He wants to touch your hair, wants to card his fingers through it, wants to caress and kiss and fuck you, if you’ll let him.

“I ought to say no no no, sir – ” You duck your head, unpinning the beret anyway, shaking your hair out from underneath it. Trying not to think about the possibility of hat-hair, you hand him the beret, his big hands folding it gently, resting it on the big glass coffee table.

“Mind if I move in closer?” Kylo steps out of his dress shoes, leaves them right there on the plush rug in the living room.

“—But maybe just a cigarette more.” You grin, taking his hand when he extends it to you.

“Never had such a blizzard before!” Kylo beams, practically pulls you up the stairs, leading you down the hallway to the master bedroom.

You don’t have much time to really look at any of the furnishings, but it’s neat and clean and well kept, the sheets crisp, everything varying shades of white and cream. Finally finally finally, Kylo surges forward to kiss you, his hands on your face, your neck, wanting you everywhere, wanting his hands on you everywhere too.

Kissing Kylo was always everything you thought it would be, you think as your hands fumble with your outfit, trying to get your clothes off and away. You and Kylo had had sex before, hard angry fucks in offices behind closed doors – but never anything like this. Never these soft laughs and gentle groans as Kylo helps get you naked, wanting not a single stitch of clothing on either of you.

Once your body is exposed to the slight chill of the air, you shuffle yourself under the covers of Kylo’s pristinely made bed. It’s a silent signal for him, one that tells him you’re spending the night, you’re not going to get out from under these blankets and sheets once you’re in them. Kylo reads you loud and clear, and practically trips over himself to get naked too.

He crawls under the covers with you too, and immediately you roll to face him, to get as far into his space as you possibly can. His hands grasp your face again, kissing you and kissing you and kissing you some more, sucking on your lips, your tongue, swallowing you whole. His hands move all over you, grasping at your body, wanting to feel every inch of you.

You throw a leg over his hip, his hard cock brushing against your stomach. It’s hot and throbbing, you wonder how desperate for you he must’ve been all evening. Kylo lowers one of his hands to your pussy and thrusts a couple of his thick fingers up inside you, stretching you just enough to take him, kissing you, breathing hard. Your head sinks into his soft plush pillows, and your body opens for him, especially as he rolls over on top of you. Legs falling apart, Kylo thrusts his cock into your wanting cunt with ease, the two of you letting out a moan when he finally bottoms out.

You’re both electrified by this, both wanting it, having wanted it all evening – wanted it for years. But that was a scary thought, so you stick to something safer like just tonight. The way he was such an effortless host, champagne glass in hand, laughing and smiling with ease at his guests, the way everyone was comfortable and not a single person had a single complaint was so sexy to you.

You had no idea, how could you have, but he threw the party for you.

Just for you.

Kylo grunts into the crook of your neck as your legs wrap around his waist, his arms caging you under his body as his cock rocks in and out of you, feeling too good, feeling right. It just feels right being here, and if he were to ask you, you know you’d agree.

“I got to – oh don’t stop – get home.” Still, the game isn’t over yet, there isn’t a clear winner, not yet.

Was it you? Or was it him? You both wanted the same thing for once, were both on the same side, what a Hanukkah miracle that was!

“But baby you'd fucking freeze out there.” Kylo pants as he speeds his hips up, watching the way your breasts bounce from the effort, from the sheer momentum of his thrusts. He shifts up enough to grasp the headboard for leverage, and your back arches up into his touch, mouth falling open and eyes pinched shut as you take the pleasure he so eagerly gives you.

“So lend me your coat – yes!” You’ve got so much spirit, so much stubborn strength, Kylo can’t help but laugh at your remark. You always have to have the last word, don’t you?

“No way, it's up to your knees out there.” Well, so does Kylo, and he smacks your thigh a little, watches as the flesh jiggles for him, your pussy soaking wet and velvety and tight around his cock, wanting nothing more than to come deep in you, claim you as his and let you claim him as yours.

“Look, you've really been great – ” You stumble and bumble and hiccup around the words as your toes curl, chest heaving, pleasure washing over you in waves and waves, “– Oh fuck, please?

“How do you do this to me?” Kylo groans out, dropping down back to your neck, worrying the skin there as his hips rut against yours, shallow thrusts with his cock practically buried in your hot pussy, not wanting to be anywhere else other than right here.

“There's bound to b-be talk tomorrow…” You moan, pinching at your nipples, trying to get some more friction as your orgasm builds builds builds, Kylo moving the whole bed, the entire mattress shifting on the supports.

“Think of my life long sorrow – ” Kylo grunts, thrusts growing erratic as he gets closer, pushing into you deeper, harder, faster, more more more until your whole body shakes and rattles and trembles.

“Oh – oh yes, yesyesyes right there Kylo!!” You’re loud, practically shouting out his name, the word echoing and bouncing around the ceiling.

“ – If you caught pneumonia and died, ohhh fuck.” He comes then, hearing his name on your lips, on your tongue, that frantic beating of his heart making him dizzy, making him sweat. He can feel his come spreading through you and your body goes limp under him, star-fishing out on his mattress.

You’ve got a big blissed out smile on your face, and Kylo thinks that as much of a fucking thorn in his side you are, he’d do anything to keep that smile there.

Not that he’d ever tell you that. You were rivals, after all.

“Hey Kylo?” You pant, wiping the sweat away from your brow.

“Mhm?” He’s collapsed down on top of you, and he’s half expecting you to tell him to get off, that he’s crushing you, that you can’t breathe and you’re dying and a million other things.

“I’m really glad I came too.” You whisper instead of all of that, and that wasn’t something that Kylo was prepared for, not really.

So he doesn’t say anything at all, grateful that you chose to be here with him, chose to accept his invite, chose to make this entire party worth it.

Because it was worth it, just getting to be with you.

Oh baby it's cold,

Baby it's cold outside

(tagging some lawyer!kylo friends, I hope this is alright no pressure to read of course! @safarigirlsp @direnightshade @barbers-glimmerin-darlin @steeevienicks)

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cinnella · 3 years

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Name: Libelle Abrams (chosen name); Varda Lesedi (birth name)

Age: 22 years old

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Demi-homosexual

Zodiac sign: Libra

Birthday: October 7th

Patron Arcana: Justice (Major); Queen of Swords (Minor)

Occupation: Magician, healer, painter and gardener

Height: 5'9" (1.76 m)

Weight: 194 lbs (88 kg)

Relatives:

Briella Lesedi - mother (deceased)

Abanus Lesedi - father (deceased)

Gushvin Basu - distant family friend

Origin: Born in the Catclaw Desert, grew up in Vesuvia

Race: African-American

Powers: White (purification) and healing magic, as well as telekinesis and precognitive dreaming

Intelligence Level: On a scale from 1 to 10, she's a strong 8.5

Backstory:

During the beautiful sunset of the Catclaw Desert, little Varda was born not far off from their home, where her parents had built their sculpture selling stand.

About 7 months later, while they were enjoying their time at home, their friend, Gushvin, hurried to tell them that an unexpected aggressive sand storm started heading their way.

They made sure to give Varda to him as he was faster and went ahead of them. They tragically got swept away by the storm and inhaled too much sand. They were found without breath or pulse hours later.

As selfish as it was of him, Gushvin didn't want to take care of a child, so he made sure to find someone willing enough to do that, soon running into a person who said they specifically searched for orphaned children that needed care.

After a couple of days of traveling, they arrived in sunny Vesuvia, where Varda was brought to the orphanage in the South End. There she was cared for and raised like promised.

She grew up to be one of the sweetest but most naive kids there. One day during lunch, she noticed a kid was sitting alone at his table, sulking and not eating. She approached him and offered to eat with him.

He had silverish eyes and ash-blond hair and the kindest smile she'd ever seen. She'd heard the adults call him Lucas and she knew he was kind of a troublemaker, but he seemed so lonely. They became best friends almost instantly, and always spent time together.

Some years later, when both of them were around 5 years old, they befriended three other kids, all significantly older than them. She learned that their names were Eris, Syro and Morana, and immediately became worried.

They were the biggest scoundrels in the entire orphanage, and quite honestly, all of South End. But Lucas insisted that they join their group. And she trusted him.

She didn't think that these four kids would become so important to her, that they'd become her family. But they did, and she couldn't be more thankful.

When it became clear enough to the adults that they couldn't raise nameless kids, the more capable ones took to teaching them the importance of knowing how to read and write and then they could choose a name for themselves, on their 7th birthday.

Soon enough, her sweet 7th rolled around and after months of searching, she found a name that would complete her.

And so, Varda Lesedi became Libelle Abrams.

Lucas, not much later, also changed his name, to Calyx. Libelle thought it was such a beautiful name for him.

Many years passed by with the four causing as much trouble as possible, to her unfortunate luck. But once she approached her preteens, devastating news came with them. When they'd reach the age of 17, they would need to leave, one by one, and search for a different home.

They discussed about it, made plans and set goals to find their homelands, their roots and possibly their families.

Obviously, Eris was first in line to leave as the eldest between them. Then Morana with Syro. It was only her and Calyx left. She made the promise to not abandon him there and take him with her when the time would come.

And she did. After celebrating her 17th birthday and talking with the one that had found her so many years ago, they set out to travel towards the Catclaw Desert. The journey was a couple of days long and it took them almost as much to find the one who knew about her parents.

Gushvin was sat on the bench in front of his home when they approached, and when Libelle called out to him, he recognized her immediately. There was some confusion with her name at first, but they quickly caught onto everything.

He told her everything that had happened the day she became an orphan and although he was hesitant, he confessed how selfish he'd been back then, something he regretted deeply and hadn't let him sleep properly since then.

All of the discoveries shocked her beyond belief, so much so that she wanted to go back to Vesuvia right away. After a while of mulling over everything she found out, she decided to focus on helping her best friend.

Luck had seemed to smile upon them, because Eris insisted on tagging along with them. After all, they had to travel across the sea all the way to the Macawi Port.

After even more shocking reveals about Calyx' parents, none of them wanted to know anything more, so at dawn they started back home.

Now, Libelle could focus on the things that she wanted to do most. She learned how to become a professional healer and magician, so she would help people in need. Around that time, her secret powers slowly surfaced as well.

She realized she could move objects with the will of her mind and at night, she would have visions and dreams of the future. After consulting with an expert in healing magic, she discovered that most people have these gifts and adviced her to learn to control them.

Everything was fine in her life until the Red Plague rained upon them and they each made the decision to leave Vesuvia. Well, all except for Eris. She wanted to help the doctors with the dead, confided to Libelle that she'd taught herself necromancy and wanted to reverse their deaths.

Eris had been too stubborn to listen to reason, so they had no choice but to leave her behind. Syro and Morana left for the Southern Spines, while Eris specifically told Libelle and Calyx to go to Venterre and find her brother, Sethos. He would shelter them until the nightmare would be over.

So they did, they took the first boat straight to the west coast of Venterre, where they ran into the young man in question.

When they finished explaining everything to him, he insisted they go back and get her too, but there would have been no use in doing so. His sister would have been way too stubborn to listen to anyone.

Days later, a letter arrived in their mailbox and all three were devastated to find out Eris died from the plague. Libelle and Calyx were sobbing messes and Sethos almost thrashed the room before collapsing too.

They informed the other two through a letter as well, but they figured there would be massive delays because of the distance, so they didn't expect an answer right away.

Suddenly, about 6 days later, Libelle had a dream, of Eris being alive. It had felt so real she woke up in a cold sweat and with tears in her eyes, she went to wake up the other two, shaking them hard.

She couldn't form clear words but Calyx caught onto it right away, and while with shaky hands, Libelle explained that she could sense Eris' aura and presence in the real world.

Although Sethos was very skeptical about it, he would have rather held onto the tiniest string of hope that she was indeed alive than live with the thought of losing his sister a second time.

So they wrote another letter to Syro and Morana and immediately packed their things and headed back to Vesuvia in plain midnight.

True to everything Libelle said and sensed, Eris was alive. How, they didn't know, until they spoke to Asra, one of her older friends and apparently, the one who brought her back. She was shocked to find it involved a deal with the Devil. She'd heard of the sacrifices needed to make such deals.

After about 3 years of total absence, Syro and Morana also arrived in Vesuvia and the shock cycle began again.

Not much later, when Eris got assigned to solve the mystery of Count Lucio's murder and catch his fugitive murderer, everyone offered to do something to help her out.

Though she was shy about it, she could sense that the Countess, Nadia, needed help as well. So Libelle suggested assisting her in whatever Nadia would need.

She didn't expect to catch feelings, but she didn't complain either.

Personality: shy, sensitive, kind-hearted, gentle, imaginitive, creative, generous, loyal, honest, trustworthy, observant, reliable, cheerful, too forgiving and sometimes naive

Interesting facts:

Although it isn't very noticeable, she does have a white lotus tattoo on her left middle finger.

Her wrists are littered with past self-harm scars, which the others love to kiss just to make her feel better about them.

She is very insecure about her body, but she has the others to lift her moods up when she's down.

Has an entire collection of earrings, but her favorites are the peacock feathers.

Even though she wakes up early in the morning, she usually takes a nap in the afternoon.

Her thighs and hips are full of stretch marks.

Has the biggest sweet tooth in the world.

Can play the clarinet, but you would have to really indulge her to get her to sing on it for you.

Appearance: Dark espresso skin tone, neck-length curly chestnut brown hair, dyed periwinkle blue halfway down, jade green eyes, chubby slight hourglass body shape, D cup breasts

Familiar: Lumi, a cute and sweet stoat but a sneaky little thief all the same

Voice claim: Dana Gourrier

Full sprite:

WOOOHOOOO I FINISHED ALL MY MCS' BIOS AND I'M SO HAPPY!!

My girl turned out so damn beautiful too and I'm just hhnnnnn- 😖💜

PLEASE SHOW HER SOME LOVE AS WELL!!! ✨

#the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana apprentice #libelle abrams

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Butterfly Into Chains, Chapter 3

Esme didn’t get up until after lunch time the following day, as it had been a late one with her friends. Not at all because they couldn’t stop looking at the Alpha pack…

When she dragged herself downstairs, her Mum and Dad were sitting at the table eating lunch.

‘Did you have a good night?’ Wendy asked, smiling but it wasn’t a genuine smile.

‘Yeah it was good. Anything left for me?’ Esme asked, heading over to the cooker to see if there was soup.

‘Help yourself.’ Wendy said, then she looked at her husband.

Richard cleared his throat when Esme joined them at the table. ‘Esme… I heard that the Alphas were in the same bar as you were last night.’

Esme nodded while she had her soup.

Richard looked to Wendy, then back at Esme with concern. ‘Mason told me that one of them bought you drinks.’

Esme rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, he did. He was being friendly though. And it wasn’t me he bought drinks for, it was us. Not just mine.’ Esme said in defence.

Richard sighed. ‘Even so. I don’t want you near them, they’re trouble.’ He said firmly.

‘Come on, Dad. They’re just visiting. They seem nice so far, the only Alphas causing trouble last night was Stuart and his pack!’

‘Esme. You know we do NOT have packs in this town.’ Wendy snapped.

Esme rolled her eyes again. At this rate she thought they were going to roll right back in her head.

‘Cronies then. Whatever.’ She sighed and got up from the table. Dumping her half-eaten bowl of soup by the sink.

‘Where are you going?’ Richard asked as he watched her grab her jacket and bag by the door.

‘Work. They asked if I could cover for a few hours. Mandy is off sick.’

‘Well, come straight home after.’ Richard said, but Esme didn’t take in what he was saying as she was out the door as quickly as possible.

When the young omega got to work, she forgot about her little spat with her parents and was smiling once more, greeting everyone into the carnival.

But half way through her shift, she caught the whiff of a familiar scent… One that made her skin tingle all over and her insides heat up.

Looking up, her breath was caught as she spotted two of the Alphas. When they saw her, their eyes lit up and they smiled warmly when they went over to her booth to get entry.

‘Hello, love. It’s Esme, isn’t it?’ The first one asked charmingly.

‘Yes, it is. Hi!’ She said with a bright smile, secretly ecstatic they remembered her name.

‘I’m David, it’s nice to meet you properly.’ He put his hand out and just like last night with Tom, when she took his hand he bent over and kissed the back of it.

‘And I’m Benedict, but just call me Ben.’ Ben took her hand before David had even let go properly and he also kissed the back of it, making her heart flutter.

‘Nice to meet you both. Are you wanting full tickets or just entry?’ She asked, quickly remembering her job.

‘Just entry, please.’ Ben grinned.

She was a little flustered as she took their money and then counted out their change. When she handed them the tickets, David made sure to touch her fingers and she felt what was like a little jolt of electricity between them that made her jump.

‘Enjoy your day!’ Her voice went a bit too high, making her blush.

‘When do you finish work?’ David asked before they moved on.

‘In an hour.’

‘Well, how about we come back here and meet you then. Since you did say to Tom last night that you’d show us around.’ He grinned.

Esme’s eyes widened. ‘Oh, uh… Yeah! Of course!’ She nodded.

‘Excellent. I’ll tell the others to meet us here, too.’ David said in delight, rubbing his hands together. ‘See you soon, love.’

Ben gave her a cheeky wink before they went into the carnival. She felt like she was going to faint from swooning so hard. But she got herself together and downed some water, then continued on with her job and tried her best not to think about meeting with all five of the Alphas at once…

After her shift, she spotted the five Alphas all gathered opposite the entrance to the carnival. She took a moment to compose herself, feeling ridiculous for letting a bunch of men get under her skin. But she knew deep down it was natural, it was in her DNA to be affected by Alphas.

The five Alphas were dressed down compared to last night. But they still looked smart with their shirts, sleeves rolled up their forearms and they were wearing sunglasses aside from Tom and David.

Taking a deep breath, she emerged from her booth and walked over to meet them. All five of them turned and locked eyes on her, making it feel like the longest walk she had ever done.

‘Hi.’ She said shyly, awkwardly putting her hand up in greeting.

‘Good to see you again, darling.’ Tom purred, making the first move, kissing her hand again.

‘I believe you’ve not met Chris and Michael yet.’ He said, motioning to said men.

They both in turn removed their sunglasses to kiss her hand politely. She thought perhaps that was just the way that gentleman greeted woman where they were from. Not that she was complaining about it, not at all. All the kisses to her hand gave her more pleasure in just a few seconds than Mason ever had in all the time she’d known him.

‘So grateful that you’re showing us around your lovely little town. And such a perfect day for it, too.’ Michael smiled, falling into step next to her as they all made their way along the seafront.

‘It’s my pleasure. I love showing visitors around, there may not seem much to this place at first. But it’s full of history and exciting stories.’ She beamed happily.

David looked to Tom and smirked, he leaned in close so only he would hear. ‘She’s a spritely little thing, isn’t she?’

Tom nodded and replied without taking his eyes off her. ‘She’s an absolute delight.’

The five Alphas enjoyed being shown around by Esme. She had stories for every place they went to. She was bright, bubbly and fun to be around. Seemed to know everyone as she said hi to almost every single person they passed, even the ones that looked daunted at who she was with.

At the end of the tour Michael bought them all ice creams on the pier.

‘You must let us take you out to dinner as thanks for giving us all your time today.’ Chris suggested, looking at Esme with hope in his eyes.

‘Oh… There’s no need, honestly. I’ve enjoyed spending some time with you all.’

Tom smiled and put his hand on her arm gently. ‘Very kind of you. But Chris is right, we need to repay you in some way. Besides, we would just love to spend some more time with you.’ He grinned.

Esme looked a little surprised at these Alphas wanting to spend time with her. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to say no.

‘Alright then. That would be nice.’ She nodded.

‘Where’s your favourite place to eat?’ Michael asked.

‘Uhm… I don’t mind really. I’m not too fussy.’ She shrugged.

‘But you must have a favourite place.’ Ben said.

‘Hmm… There’s a really nice restaurant just off main street. It’s got a good variety on the menu.’ She suggested.

Michael nodded. ‘That’s where we shall go then.’

Esme actually felt like she was on top of the world when she went for dinner with the pack. She had never felt so safe and secure before. Even though she knew she was safe in her little town, it was still a more warm and homely kind of feeling she got from being with the Alphas.

Over dinner, she got to know them all better. They were all really kind and friendly, funny too. She had a good time with them. And she was comfortable enough to share about herself, too. How she grew up in East Meadowridge, had never been anywhere else. But she loved her job and had enjoyed being in education beforehand.

‘Do you ever wonder what might be out-with this town? Never thought about traveling?’ David asked, sipping on his drink as he watched her across the table.

She was sat between Tom and Michael with the other three opposite.

‘Uh… Sometimes I do wonder what’s beyond here. But from what I’ve been told, I’m not really missing much. I mean, I don’t mean to offend yourselves. But I’ve heard that some packs can be quite nasty.’

Chris nodded. ‘They certainly can be. But that’s why you have to be careful, and also why an omega would usually stick with her pack or Alpha when out and about. Is there no Alpha here that you have your eye on, who would perhaps show you the world?’

Esme had a forkful of her pasta before answering him. ‘No, not really. I have been paired off with someone, but I doubt we will ever leave here.’ She shrugged.

Tom raised an eyebrow. ‘Who is it you’ve been paired with?’ He asked, turning more towards her.

‘Mason. He was in the group of Alphas last night at the bar.’ She said sheepishly. ‘He’d never take me anywhere like this though, the best place he took me to on a date was to the Indian buffet down the road.’ She scoffed.

‘So, you’re not happy with being paired with him?’ Michael asked.

‘Not at all. It’s the one thing I hate about this town. Being an omega, I’m forced to bond with an Alpha from here. But I’m sure you’ve all noticed the Alphas here are… well… not exactly anything to write home about.’

The pack laughed and nodded.

‘We certainly have noticed that, yes.’ Ben chuckled.

‘Perhaps you need to find yourself a different Alpha, one who will treat you right, as a beautiful omega should be treated. And one that will take you out of this town, show you the world.’ Tom purred, smiling sweetly at her.

She blushed and looked down at her food. ‘I wish it was that easy.’

After dinner, David and Chris walked Esme home since it was getting dark. And they wanted to make sure she got home safely. Which Esme thought was really sweet of them.

‘I really appreciate you both walking me home.’ She said when they reached her house, they stopped on the pavement outside.

‘No problem at all, love. Thanks again for showing us around today.’ David smiled.

‘Esme?’ Her Dad called as he appeared at the door, narrowing his eyes at the two Alphas who were escorting his daughter.

Esme glanced at him then looked back at the two Alphas. ‘It was no problem. Thank you for dinner, I really enjoyed it.’

‘You’re very welcome.’ Chris picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, David then did the same and thanked her again.

‘Esme. Get inside, now!’ Richard called.

‘I’m just coming, Dad!’ She shouted back.

‘We were just making sure that she got home safely, Sir.’ David said politely, smiling over at the Alpha.

Richard narrowed his eyes at David.

‘Thanks again.’ Chris and David said to Esme as she made her way up the path, waving back at them.

The two Alphas watched, smugly, when Richard ushered Esme quickly inside.

‘She’s adorable.’ David said as they made their way back to the hotel.

‘And she smells delicious.’ Chris growled, making David chuckle.

‘So what’s the plan?’ David asked Tom later that night. The pack was in their common room, chilling with some beers.

‘I think we can afford to play around for a while. I rather like it here, keeping the locals on their toes.’ Tom chuckled darkly. ‘Besides, there’s no rush. The more she trusts us, the easier it will be to take her away. And the bigger blow it will be to the Alphas of this town.’

David nodded in agreement.

‘What about this Mason guy?’ Michael asked.

‘I’d say we can deal with him rather easily, if he becomes an issue. But he hasn’t claimed her this far, I doubt he will do it within the next few days anyway.’ Tom shrugged.

#butterfly into chains #tom hiddleston #david tennant #benedict cumberbatch #Michael Fassbender #Chris Evans #fan fiction

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tres-spades-hotel · 3 years

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The Adventures of Avaline

Chapter 1 – A Star Crossed Myth

I remember the last moments of my life. I was walking the streets of Tokyo, a city that I had recently called home. For 2 years, the hustle and bustle of life in the city was no different to my home in England. Anywhere and everywhere was something new and something big. All the time. You could never really get a break in a world expecting you to be obedient and loud.

Introverted as I was, I never found a place I could call home. A real home. I was too shy, too quiet, too little, too… me. My name was Olivia, it means an olive tree oddly enough. A caring, mature woman who didn’t take risks because she didn’t want to get hurt. I had many chances to do something meaningful with my life, to help the world be a better place, to help people, to help humans, and I blew it. Literally.

That day, I was walking without knowing that my life would end. Two cars were out of control. Drunk drivers I guess… or maybe it was all preordained. Two red cars were speeding from opposite directions. One of them was in the wrong lane, that’s how they both crashed.

She was a small girl though. Couldn’t have been more than 5 years old. I have never done anything in my life that meant I would be remembered but I suppose in my last few minutes, I really did do something good.

Crossing the street, she followed her mother slowly who was too engrossed in her phone conversation and the baby sibling in the buggy. That girl was in danger and I acted. I don’t know what came over me but the next thing I knew, I had dropped my bag and ran for her. I screamed something and the girl turned around at the maniac scrambling towards her. I twisted my ankle because of my heels but I was able to push her backwards just in time.

Her eyes held fear and confusion. But she was also curious. I may never see those eyes again. The cars crashed, destroying the bonnets and my skull was smashed to smithereens.

What could I do but think that she will live on, remembering what it is that I had died for. Her survival in a cut-throat world where cars are the animals and money is the meat that you fight for. It will be a very long time before I see that society again.

…

……..

…………………

What?

Where am I?

A blinding light cuts through the darkness like a knife slicing through butter. My eyelids flutter open. A beautiful golden palace stands before me with pillars and statues and a large staircase up to the entrance. But why does it look so familiar?

A thin river slithers across the ground in front of the building. Gorgeous flowers and grass and insects live freely in the warm sun. It’s not too hot and it’s not too cold, it is just the right temperature to stand and soak in the sunlight. I would love to live here if I could.

Wait.

Wait, hold on a second!

Isn’t that…?

This palace couldn’t be the one from Star Crossed Myth… could it? It looks just like the CG whenever the MC or the gods came to the….

Am I in the Heavens?

But that’s impossible! For one, I died. I remember that clearly. And two, SCM is just a visual novel. A game to read and make choices and fall in love with the characters. It’s a fantasy story which doesn’t exist.

Does it?

I try to take a step forward, but my foot accidently pulls the hem of a material. Looking down, I see a golden cream dress with a lace bodice and three-quarter sleeves. My hands wear golden accessories. My fingers feel my ears which are adorned with large earrings and they make their way to my silky soft black hair tied back in a braided crown. Even my skin feels flawlessly smooth.

My body seems to have changed too. I’ve become thinner and more curvy, although my chest is still as large as ever. But my back and shoulders aren’t aching because of the weight. My bum’s a little bit rounder and my legs are close to being twigs. That’s probably why I feel taller. On my feet are high heels but I stand perfectly on the dirt.

What the heck is going on? Who am I? Am I still me? Was I… reborn?

Well, if I remember correctly, the MC was reborn too but that was only because Huedhaut was the one who sacrificed the stars in his eyes to recycle her soul. And she was a goddess to begin with. But there’s no way that happened to me. I don’t know any gods. I’m not a goddess.

Looking at the palace, it no longer seems beautiful but a mysterious building with answers to questions I have yet to discover. I take a deep breath and head towards the Palace of the Heavens.

Inside, the hallways are exactly as they are in SCM. Everything is connected with doors and corners. The windows are really amazing, just about bringing together the ceiling and the floor. The hallways are also very, very, very wide. So many people… oh I mean gods…. in one hallway at once.

As I walk through the Palace, I start to hear murmurs and whispers of the gods who pass me.

‘Who is that?’

‘I don’t know but she is beautiful.’

Some goddess’ pass by and I hear more whispers.

‘I thought it was Lord Leon but it’s a goddess.’

‘She does seem very powerful, who is she?’ Shamelessly gossiping about a woman they’ve never seen before is rude, no? And did they say Lord Leon? And did they just call me powerful? There’s no way that’s true though. I still don’t know what I look like yet, so I have no idea if I look even remotely ‘beautiful’.

Ignoring them, I notice that many of them wear uniforms, most of which are Wishes and Punishments but there are some that I do not recognise. Some which have never been mentioned in the stories of Star Crossed Myth.

I wonder how many of the twelve zodiac gods are here in the palace at the moment. Has The Dark King waged his war on the Heavens? Did Leon become King? Has the MC been reborn? Is Clotho, the Goddess of Fate, even alive right now? So many questions and the only being in this world who I can ask is the King of the Heavens. I really hope he exists here.

Upon turning a corner, however, I stop when I hear a voice.

‘Lord Leon, are you going somewhere? May I accompany you?’

‘Sorry, I’d like to be alone.’

I slowly peek around the corner and see the one and only Wild Lion of the Heavens strolling through a jungle of babbling gods. My breath hitches in my throat as I contain my cough. Leon, the God of Leo, stops for no one at all, only passing by and rejecting the advances of the goddess’ around him. That’s right, in Leon’s Musings on Love, he showed the MC his past. A very lonely past. Gods and goddess’ spoke freely about Leon as if he were an object, like he was invisible to them. But because he doesn’t say anything, they continue to do so and fill the hallways with gossip and rumour. The MC felt bad for him and I do too. He’s loved and hated by all, feared and respected by all, but who knows his heart? Who knows his mind? Who knows his fears? His thoughts?

As he comes around the corner, I hide behind a god in front of me. Somehow, Leon passes by without taking notice of me. Maybe he’s too immersed in his thoughts to see me.

But…

Even though his back and shoulders seem so strong, they also look so alone to me. I can’t help myself. I’m going to follow him. I know where he’s going anyway.

The church. The door is left slightly ajar, so I press my ear against it.

‘… A divine minister, huh? Me… as powerful as the king…?’ His whispers are carried to me by a silent messenger of the air. To have so much responsibility and expectations put on him, Leon had no one to confine in.

I try to sneak in undetected, but it doesn’t work. The door sends a creek into the hollow church which echoes far more dramatically than it should. Sitting on a bench at the front, the auburn hair whips around at the sudden sound. I tumble out and awkwardly stand as Leon rises, the confusion evident on his face. He seems pretty young, so he looks a lot cuter and more adorable. I smile naturally at the thought but that makes Leon glare at me.

‘What are you doing here?’ His words sting as they bounce towards me and I flinch. His voice is deep and strong and straight to the point. No beating around the bush.

Oh.

Maybe he thinks I follo- wait I did follow him. What am I saying? I did follow him but not for what he is thinking. Maybe he thinks I am going to come onto him or something. I walk a little closer so that we can see each other clearer. His uniform is just like his sprite in the title and his facial features are perfect. But when I look into his eyes, I’m awe-struck. The stars in his eyes are beautiful. They’re in the shape of the Leo star sign. The stars shine bright in his copper eyes and now it’s hard to look away. I’ve always found it difficult to keep eye contact with anyone but with him, it feels so natural.

His eyes suddenly widen. He looks surprised and more confused somehow. I wonder what he is thinking. What should I say though? He wasn’t expecting anyone, and this never happened in the story so what do I do?! Should I introduce myself? Tell him I was mistaken and that I’ll leave?

The longer the silence surrounds us, the more nervous I feel. He’s not saying anything, and I never answered his question. What am I doing here?

Actually.

I have an idea.

My heels click-clack quickly on the marbled floor of the church. Before I know it, I’ve crossed the distance between us. My arms encircle his torso and I hug him for dear life. His body tenses under my touch and I can tell his arms are hovering in the air. Leon’s body feels muscular underneath the clothes he wears, and his warmth encapsulates me completely. My head rests perfectly over his chest. The sound of his heartbeat thunders in my ears as I take in the sweet scent of flowers radiating from him. I hug him a little bit tighter as I try to take all the warmth that I can. I’ve never been so intimate with a man, let alone a god, before so this affection that I give Leon is surprising to me too.

I loosen my death grip ever so slightly and look up at him. He looks down with his eyes narrowed.

‘You know, it’s said that if you hug someone for 30 seconds, they begin to feel better.’ Leon’s confusion grows but I think he knows what I mean.

‘That’s ridiculous, how can a simple hug make someone feel better?’ His words seem harsh, but I feel his arms embrace me. I smile into his chest, happy to know that he’s not completely heartless.

‘I don’t really know how to explain it in a way that you will understand but you seemed… sad, for lack of a better word, so I wanted to help.’ I hug him again tighter than before. His body relaxes a bit after my semi-explanation.

I hear him mumble something, but I don’t catch it in time.

Thirty seconds seems far too short. I should have said thirty minutes! Reluctantly, I let go of Leon fully and put a few feet of distance between us. The cool air in the church fill in the gaps and I feel cold without him.

‘If you ever feel lonely or need a hug to feel better, then I am here for you. You don’t have to bear everything on your own, Leon.’ I accidently say his name more casually than I should in this world so I give a quick smile and a wave and dash out as quickly as I can.

I hope he believes me.

I need to see the King right away. Now that I know what part of the SCM timeline I am in, I now know that Zyglavis must also be here in the Palace. Although, if I come across him I might clam up. What should I say? I don’t know who I am, what I am, why I am here. If I’m a goddess, what am I the goddess of? What’s my special ability? How do I-

‘Ah!’ I bump into a god who is almost double my height and I immediately recognise who he is. Zyglavis stands tall, very tall in fact, in front of me and the nerves take over.

‘Please watch where you are going, the hallways can be very busy at this time.’ His stern attitude makes me stand up a little straighter. I almost salute to him military style.

‘Um, I’m sorry. I am looking for the throne room.’ He raises his eyebrows.

‘Oh, and for what purpose?’ Wait, what should I say now?

‘I, uh, I have… an urgent matter to speak with the King.’ I say but he doesn’t seem convinced.

‘What kind of urgent matter?’

‘I-It’s for the King’s ears only…’ I reply and he narrows his eyes at me. He is truly terrifying when being questioned.

‘Very well, I will take you to His Highness. Follow me.’ Zyglavis turns quickly and I scramble to obey. Even rushing behind him, I feel his powerful aura.

Hard to believe that right now, he’s the Vice Minister of Punishments. And he’s right, everybody seems pretty busy. I wonder if it’s a holiday or something on Earth, maybe that’s why they’re rushing around.

‘Um…’ I start to say but then it hits me that I don’t have a name to give. I can’t give my human name in case I already have one.

‘What?’

‘Oh, um, what is your name?’ I hurry to walk beside him, and I hear him sigh.

‘My name is Zyglavis, the God of Libra and the Vice Minister of the Department of Punishments.’

‘That… sounds like a big responsibility.’

‘It is, but I am glad to have it if it means protecting the humans on Earth.’

‘You must really love the humans. I’m sure they’re very lucky to have you as their protector.’ I compliment him but I do mean it. Once he’s promoted, he’ll do a lot more good things.

He doesn’t say anything, so I look up, but he is already looking at me. I notice the stars in his eyes look just like the Libra star sign. They look equally as beautiful as Leon’s.

‘Are you new here?’ He asks.

‘Well, yes. I need to speak to the King… about which Department I’ll be joining…’ I say hesitantly.

‘Then why didn’t you say that before?’

‘Well, I’m still struggling to believe that I’m here, you know?’

‘I understand. The Palace can be a busy place, so I suggest you take care not to become entangled in gossip. Make sure to work hard at your best.’

‘I will… Lord Zyglavis.’ I smile up and he continues walking.

Eventually, we reach a hallway that’s different to the others in the Palace. There are large pillars and images are etched into the surfaces.

‘What are these images? Are they of the past?’ I ask, pointing to one of a man holding up the sun.

‘In a way, yes. Now come, the King must be waiting for you.’

‘Ah, okay!’ I hurry to follow but make a mental note to come back and study the pictures some more.

The double doors open to the throne room. A long red carpet leads all the way to the throne where the King of the Heavens sits. I stop myself from smiling out of nervousness.

‘Your Highness, this young goddess is here to work under your guidance.’ Zyglavis says, bowing. I quickly follow his lead and hear a voice reverberate in the quiet room.

‘Thank you Zyglavis for bringing her to me. You may leave.’

‘I understand.’ He bows again, looks at me and leaves. I smile again at him before turning to the King. He is as beautiful in person as he is in the stories. His overwhelming power fills the throne room even though he is only sitting in his throne lazily.

‘Um, your Highness…’ I begin but he holds up his hand to stop me.

‘Do not worry, I know of your situation, Olivia.’ OMG.

‘Seriously?! You know that I-‘

‘Come with me, we must speak privately.’ The King snaps his fingers, and a flash of light blinds me. The next thing I know, I’m in the King’s private chambers.

‘Oh wow!’ A large bed looks as if its suspended in animation. Stars cover my entire vision as if I’m in space. There is no floor, but I am definitely standing on something.

‘Sit down, please.’

‘Oh, okay.’ I sit down beside the King, positioning myself so that I am facing him. His power is immense. I feel even more anxious just being beside him. The King smiles at me.

‘There is no need to be nervous. I know that you have been through a lot. Can you tell me how you died?’

‘Well, it will be hard to explain since I believe the Earth here is not caught up in certain technology yet…’

‘That is fine, tell me how you remember it.’

I recount my last memories and tell the King how I died, while attempting to describe the car accident and leaving out any modern concepts.

‘The cars must have crushed my skull upon impact and killed me. I hope that the girl is safe though. That I didn’t die for nothing.’

‘She has told me that the girl lived. You have nothing to fear.’

‘She?’ I ask.

‘I assume you know much about our world.’

‘That’s one way to put it I guess. I know that there are Departments here and that you are the King of the Heavens who is the most powerful and omnipresent being in the universe and-‘ His chuckle stops me from continuing.

‘It is true that I am the most powerful god to the knowledge of those living here in the Heavens. However,’ he looks away.

‘There is someone far more magnificent than me.’

‘Seriously? You mean that there is actually somebody out there who is even more powerful than you?’

‘Yes, but she will reveal herself to you when the time is right.’

‘What!? Why all the build-up if you weren’t going to tell me?’ I huff. He laughs at my childishness.

‘You will understand in time. She brought you here for a special reason. But for now, reacquaint yourself with the act of living. You have been reborn as a goddess after all.’

‘Really? How is that possible though?’

‘To put it simply, you have been reborn into a different dimension. This world that you see before does not exist in your world.’ Wow, so I’m not even in the same dimension as the Earth that I know.

‘Do you know what my name is? What powers I have?’ I ask eagerly.

‘Your name is Avaline, the Goddess of Destiny.’

‘Avaline. Of destiny?’ I repeat back.

‘You have the ability to know the destiny of any god or human. And the ability allows you to change it to whatever you wish.’

‘That sounds… like a big responsibility though.’

‘She assures me that you are worthy of such a power. But there is another.’

‘I have two abilities?!’ He nods.

‘Avaline, you have the ability to copy the abilities of others.’

‘… Um, what?’

‘I will give an example: Zyglavis has the ability to manipulate shadows, detach his own shadow and see through his shadow. Simply seeing the ability and knowing how it works will allow you to copy it. However, the ability will not be the exact identical as it is when Zyglavis uses it.’ I nod then shake my head.

‘I’m lost.’

‘You have unlimited use of your ability to use others, but the ability will change to suit you.’

‘That’s insane. Are you sure I really have this power?’ He chuckles at me and nods, but then he frowns.

‘There is something else. This ability of use comes at a cost.’

‘Of course it does.’ I sigh.

‘Do you know of the reflecting pools?’

‘Yes, they’re fountains filled with pure water which show reflections of Earth. Like a mirror.’

‘Exactly so. The pure water in the reflecting pools cannot be consumed because of their purity. However, you will need to.’

‘Really? Why?’

‘The more abilities you acquire, the more the power inside of you becomes imbalanced. Drinking the water of the reflecting pools will correct the balance.’

‘An unlimited quantity of power only to become disastrous to the one who uses them.’ I conclude.

‘Do not be mistaken. You can use the abilities whenever you wish. Gods do not get sick like humans but if you fail to drink the water daily then your life will be in danger.’

‘That’s not at all daunting.’

‘It is a power that has been chosen for you, Avaline.’

‘Avaline, huh. For some reason, it feels weird hearing you say this name.’

‘You will get used it in time. Now for your position here at the Palace.’ I sit up straighter.

‘You will work in the Department of Souls.’ I slump down in confusion.

‘Souls?’

‘Your Department Minister is Evelyn, and she will show you what to do. For now, a room has been created for you, go and rest.’

‘Okay, thank you, Your Highness.’ I stand up and bow in gratitude. I turn to leave and turn around again to him.

‘I have a question. How much of the future do you know?’

He only gives me a knowing smile.

‘I know that you will do great things for us here in the Heavens. Remember: you have been given tremendous powers, use them wisely.’ He leaves me with a smile. Suddenly, a blinding light transports me back to the throne room.

#star crossed myth #god of leo #scm leon #self insert #scm #scm the king #the adventures of avaline

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american-satanxx · 4 years

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Hell of a Night//Chapter 3

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Put In My Country Rock Hip-Hop Mixtape. Little Conway, A Little T-Pain, Might Just Make It Rain

After the wine and whiskey tasting, a bunch of us managed to find the local karaoke bar. Right now Nick and Brandi are up there singing some song by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw. I’m just sitting back, drinking a Jameson and Sprite when Jimmy walks up to me with a beer in hand. “So I have a question for you.” He tells me as he sits down next to me. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to, though. It’s all up to you.” “Jimmy, what’s the question.” I smile at him. “Even though, you are very cute when you are rambling.” “Why are you single?” He asks, causing me to chuckle. “You’re seriously perfect. You’re smart, funny, and you can practically be one of the guys. How are you still single?” “Career comes first.” I reply simply. “Guys don’t like successful women, despite what they say. And most guys don’t want to be second to a career. To them, they should be my world. Because they can keep me warm at night and a career cant.” “That’s bullshit.” Jimmy snorts. “Those guys were clearly threatened by you and you��re independence.” I feel my cheeks heat up. “Thanks Jimmy. So what about you? Any girls in your lives? Or are you strictly dating porn stars now?” “You heard about that?” He lets out a humorless chuckle. “Should have known.” “49er fan or not; everyone has heard this.” I chuckle. “But seriously, why don’t you have a woman on your arm? You’re tall, dark and handsome. You’re the total package.” “As a football player you attract one of two types of women.” He starts with a sigh. “You, of course, have the types of girls that are only into you for the fame and fortune. Then the good girls that think will love you forever but leave once the season starts. They always say that they can’t take the traveling and constant practice.”

“I’m sorry but that’s a bullshit excuse to dump a guy.” I snort. “They knew what they were getting into when they said yes to dating an NFL QB.” “You’d think.” A genuine chuckle escapes his lips but that quickly turns into a full blown laugh when he sees David Andrews stumbles onto the stage. “I’m going to sing a song written by a good friend of mine.” He slurs his words slightly. “I’m singing Double Heart by our very own Sutton Maverick!” “So I have another question for you.” Jimmy states. “Did you seriously dump someone because they got your name tattooed on their body?” “Yea.” I reply with a smile. “We’ve only been dating for less than six months when he did it. This was during senior year in college, I believe. He saw the relationship differently than I did. He was a great guy, but he wanted a housewife. He wanted something I wasn’t going to be able to give him.” “Afraid of commitment?” “No. I’m afraid of other people having a fear of commitment.” I reply honestly. “Plus any guy that tattoos a girls name on their body after six months isn’t right in the head.” “I can’t disagree with that statement.” He laughs before a comfortable silence washes over us as we watch our mutual friend make an ass out of himself. ** “So what are we going to do about Brandi?” Jimmy asks as House of the Rising Sun comes on. “She is trying to set us up. And apparently she thinks she’s winning. I’ve noticed her staring at us most of this night.” “We could let her think she’s won.�� I shrug. “We can flirt and have fun all weekend and then we can go our separate ways.” I suggest to him. “We can have a final dance at the reception and you can go back to California and I can make my way back to Tennessee.” “Why would you want to play into her hand?” He questions me. “Because she’ll stop trying to set us up.” I smirk, revealing my plan. “And besides, being set up with you isn’t the end of the world. You’re nice, sweet and not bad to look at.” “Typical woman, only using me for my looks.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully. “You have good looks and an ass that won’t quit.” I chuckle. “Any girl would be lucky to have you on their arm.” “You’re something else, Sutton.” He smiles. “I’d love to spend the weekend with you. You’re right, it could have been worse. I’m just glad you’re not one of Brandi’s sorority sisters. It’s nice to have a normal conversation with someone. Her other friends hurt my ears.” “What is with all the yelling?” I question him, laughing. “It’s nice to have girls that’ll have your back but damn! That screeching is like nails on a chalkboard.” “This weekend is going to be amazing.” He laughs. “This might just be the best wedding ever…” And I can’t help but to agree. This might just be the best wedding ever...

#jimmy garoppolo #jimmy g #jimmy garoppolo fanfic #jimmy garoppolo imagine #san franciso 49ers #san fran 49ers #nfl imagine #NFL imagines #NFL fanfictions #nfl fanfics

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Zelda II: The Adventure of Link - The lore

I know this is an art blog but i can’t contain myself and I need to talk about zelda2 lore. Why? You all heard about the botw sequel being darker, much darker. And people made connections to Majora’s mask, because it was a dark sequel. But you know what? Zelda 2 was also a dark sequel. Nintendo are doing it for a THIRD time and I'm proud. Sit tight and maybe grab a snack because this will probably be a long passion essay. Here we go.

Most of you MIGHT be familiar with the storyline of Zelda2, but in summary, here is how it goes: Princess Zelda from an ancient time has been put to spell by a curse. Only the power of the full triforce touched by a pure heart can wake her. Finally after hundreds of years, the chosen one came along (Link). Link must place 6 crystals in 6 palaces to break the spell on the Great palace where the Triforce of courage is enclosed. Once there, he takes the triforce, completes it with the other two pieces, and wakes zelda up. The End.

And Here is the story in MORE detail (unless you are in a hurry , I recommend you read it. The top summary is just for people who have no clue what the story is:

The king of hyrule always passes down the power of the triforce to his son next-to-be-king. This time however, he wants to give it to his daughter, Zelda, because he believes she is wiser and more considerate than the son. The son was very upset about it and has summoned a wizard to scare the princess and give up the triforce to him. The wizard however, overcome with hatred towards zelda, uses all his magic to put her to an eternal sleep, and he dies (only recently in the hyrule historia has the identity of the wizard been revealed: he is a follower of Ganon, or an embodiment of ganon himself (sort of like ghost ganon in oot or blight ganons in botw. So in this case he might have not died but just extinguished all his powers)). The son, overcome with grief for his sister, promises that every girl born into the Royal family henceforth will be named Zelda. He locks the triforce of courage far away, so only those worthy of it will be able to access it, and leaving the remaining two in the castle, unable to use its full power.

Hundreds of years have passed by and no worthy hero came by, until now. On his 16th birthday, Link noticed that a mark resembling the triforce glowed on his left hand. Worried and Confused, he goes to seek information on it from Impa. She tells him that he is the hero chosen to save the sleeping princess Zelda. She gave Link a scroll written in ancient text that only the true hero can read to ensure that he is in fact the chosen one. Link was able to read it despite never seeing that language before. The Great Palace where the triforce of courage lies is locked with a spell. The spell comes from 6 different temples, and he must break part of the spell at each temple so he can open the gates of the Palace. To do that, A crystal must be placed in each, and that is exactly what he does.

While Link is going on his journey, the minions of Ganon are going after him, trying to capture him and use his blood to revive Ganon (It’s unclear if they want him alive or dead, or simply his blood. All we know is they want to use Link’s blood in a sacrifice to bring Ganon back from the dead). If Link dies, Ganon will be revived, so he must remain alive. At the end of the trial to the triforce of courage, Link was made to fight his own shadow by the triforce keeper. After defeating his shadow, he made the triforce whole again, wished for the curse on Princess Zelda to break, and she woke. The End.

Now that is my extensive summary on the official story. Obviously I will fill in now MY theories on some points. My biggest point is Link fighting his shadow. Why did Link have to fight his shadow? Why was Link not ready to touch the triforce? He already went through ALL the trials, so why this now? My theory is that Link’s heart was not pure. Only a pure heart must touch the triforce. A corrupted heart will corrupt the world when the triforce is touched, no matter what the wish is. Link was most likely the chosen hero, but he is not completely pure. I believe Link was made to fight his shadow as a final step to touching the triforce; to cleanse his heart from any evils that are in it. Why would Link be evil and corrupt? I don’t know, but that’s hella dark. Another point, that can be connected to BoTW, is Link’s death, and the revival of Ganon. If you played AoL before, then you are familiar with the red screen of death and Ganon’s evil laughter. Well, if Link dies, that means Ganon will return. That means Link should NEVER die. But he is not a god or eternal deity. He will die at some point during his journey after the events of the game or simply from old age, or whatever. He will die. At this point, if the people of Hyrule really want Ganon to remain dead, then Link should simply disappear once he dies. If he were to be buried, they have to hide his body somewhere the monsters will NEVER reach. I have no idea where that could be: the dungeons of hyrule castle? Something similar to the Great Palace? Maybe. The better option is to burn him, but I don’t know if people in Hyrule do that (they probably should in this case because yikes Ganon)

Where am I going with this? I’m not sure, but It vaguely reminded me of Ganon(dorf) coming back to life in the new BoTW trailer. Who was he even? A new ganondorf? Or one we already know?

Lets go back… what about AoL Link’s death? Another option for keeping Link out of the hands of Ganon’s minions is for him to never die. To be absolutely safe, protected, and strong enough to protect himself, and to live eternally. And I know the people of hyrule (at some point) will have that technology available, because BoTW Link was revived after his death. Link can probably die countless of times and still continue to live because of that shiekah tech. Now about the tech, AoL seems too middle ages, right? WELL… this is going to sound dumb but the temples in AoL have elevator thingies in them. Shiekah technology? Maybe. It could be a manual pulley system. Or pure magic. We don’t know, but we are a step closer at least.

BASICALLY i see a lot of similar points between these two games and idk if nintendo accidentally did that or took inspiration from aol but its cool that these two games share the concept of the kind of tragedy hyrule will go through if link dies and the idea of Ganom coming back to life. Why am I even getting into BoTW… let’s get back to AoL lore! If you played AoL, you might be familiar with the Link dolls. Dolls that save Link from death (i.e extra lives) those dolls are pretty creepy and they look like a tiny hunched over limb Link. They are scattered throughout all of hyrule, and you find them in random weird places, like at the beach, in a swamp, inside a temple, in a cave, near a graveyard, forest, etc. They are everywhere. Who put these dolls there? No one knows. But someone is totally trying to save Link from dying on his journey. If he dies, Hyrule is screwed. Could it be Goddess Hylia? The fairies? A magician? Link Dolls are extremely strange and Nintendo could have gone more in depth on them because they provide some super cool dark lore.

Also we can’t forget about Kasuto Town. All the inhabitants of the town went to camp in the forest because their town was destroyed. Why? No one knows, again (everything in this game is shrouded in mystery). There is only a single man living there in old Kasuto. Kasuto town is entirely destroyed, all the buildings are decaying and crumbling, the air looks nasty and the sky is purple. There are ghosts EVERYWHERE. And if Link didn’t acquire the cross before entering, he will not see the ghosts at all and will just die from being hit by what looks like air. Now the civilians! The civilians are hiding in the forest! In-game, you will never be able to find them unless you hit a random block of grass with the hammer, and then it will appear. They are well hidden. Something must have destroyed their town, something terrifying, and they are hiding from it. The entire population has gone to hide in the depths of the forest. Now I have a theory that these people COULD be related to the shiekah. Those people are magic experts. You learn something called The Spell in old kasuto. And in new kasuto, you use this spell to raise a small temple from the GROUND to get the key in it (idk man but reminds me of the shrines) You also receive the final magic container there. So, yeah, those people definitely have a magic obsession or *super powers*. (i’m hinting at it but these people could be the shiekah). Also one more thing, these people are begging Link to save hyrule. They are the only people who are begging him to do something. They know HE will save hyrule. In all other towns, it only seems like Link is asking for advice and they answer Link is a random nobody. However, the people of Kasuto are AWARE. (shiekah much? idk)

This is not too lore-y but it’s about how dark this game is: there is so much red in it. Game over screen is red. The lining of the triforce on Link’s hand is red. The windows in the temples are stained red (blood?). The Tinsuit sprites have fresh blood dripping down their swords. Also, sleeping Zelda’s dress is red. I can’t brush that off. Whenever I think of AoL I think of the colour red. There is so much to say about AoL... But what I want to say is that this game is HELLA dark. I hope Nintendo uses its lore in future games, and adds references, because it can totally work if they try to. This game has a lot of lore material to work with. Nintnedo should consider expanding on it (and botw was inspired by loz1, it would only make sense if the sequel will mirror the original loz sequel too :3)

PLEASe share your ideas! I’d love to hear what you all think! There are many ideas to go around so share your thoughts! And one last thing, AoL is very difficult. If you want to try it, be prepared to see the colour red a lot, cry a lot, and rage quit a lot.

Thank you for reading my very long post! Enjoy your day <3 <3 <3

#spent 3 hours of precious exam studying to writing this #loz #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #zeldaii #zelda2 #aol #adventure of Link #botw #breath of the wild #botw 2 #long post #text #essay much?#maybe #i had to let it out I'm sorry i love this game too much

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Found (Stan & Reader)

Here’s my last commission (which are currently open btw) for my BIRTHDAY BUDDDD @dtkfan101 🎉, who wanted some Stan comforting someone in the woods. This was very interesting to write, and I loved playing with perspective! Because technically, “Reader” is in third person, but that just didn’t seem right with Stan being the intro character, so here we are! I wrote this with platonic comfort in mind, but you could read it as an unusual beginning of whatever relationship you want! 😊

The woods are oddly silent until Stan Pines trudges along the lonely dirt path; only the sound of his heavy footsteps accompany him, boots dragging along the ground and kicking pebbles as he walks.

He doesn’t mind the chill of the crisp air; truthfully, he welcomes the sensation of it in tandem with the ribbon of heat from his cigarette smoke wafting across his cheeks. A moment to himself is sorely needed after the embarrassing display he just witnessed. Hell, if anything, he was a little heartbroken.

How could Sixer have failed so badly at flirting with that water sprite? Sure, it wasn’t Ford’s idea, but the thing had taken a very obvious liking to him, and it was their only shot left at getting the thing to reveal its cove’s location! Hadn’t Stan taught him anything?

And after two whole days of trying to crack the little shit, it refused to return back to its corporeal form after Ford had given a backhanded compliment (“You never comment on a lady’s size Ford, doesn’t matter if it’s about antenna or not!!”) and has since remained no more than a couple ounces of sparkling water at the bottom of its jar. Stan was so damn tempted to pour the liquid down the drain at that point.

It was frustrating as hell, but he knew it’d be fine. Not the end of the world, and Stan knows first-hand what that looks like. Hard to be mad about a complication like this one when he’s living the dream. Plus, they’ve been through worse snags; just last week, he and Ford got caught in a slime river coming back from up north, and the goo took forever to get out of hair.

Stan finds he usually most appreciates the silence once it’s gone. It used to be so rare for him to have any peace and quiet because of the inability to escape his own incessant mouth and mind, and although things have been better than in a long, long time, he’s been a bit on edge lately. He could use a vacation from the vacation of monster hunting… just for a couple days, even. Just a couple days to be a boring old retired man on the beach for a little while… And hell, Ford could definitely use a break as well, but he wouldn’t go easily. Stan might have to restrain him and pull a mutiny with the boat.

Just as he starts to think about how he would totally hypothetically go about hijacking the boat, there’s a noise from out ahead that makes Stan stop dead in his tracks.

He puts out his cigarette slowly, scanning the dark in front of his as best he can while checking his pocket for the knife he keeps on him in case of emergencies. It could be quite literally anything out there, from the most harmless squirrel to a mythical beast, and Stan doesn’t care to find out what it is while he’s off the clock and out on his own.

Just as he starts to turn around and head back, he realizes what the sound is; it’s human… it’s…. crying?

Stan chews on the inside of his cheek, weighing his options. He could high-tail it out of there and whatever’s past those trees would be none the wiser, guaranteeing his safety and the avoidance of any potential encounter...

But instead, he curses under his breath and moves forward, damning himself for being a good person. Someone could be lost out there… he knows what it’s like, and he’s seen it in more settings than one. It can break a person.

Inching further, Stan’s got a good grip on his knife within his pocket, ready to use at a second’s notice. As he steps into a portion of trees with thinner canopy, the moonlight shines through enough that he can clearly see something, a figure on a stump about 15 feet away.

It’s a person—a normal, non-spooky person, sat on the small tree stump and crying into their palms in heavy, shuddering breaths. He surveys the surrounding area, looking for anything suspicious or that might indicate what the hell is going on here—he finds nothing, turning his attention back to the figure and examining their clothes as best he can from his position. This person doesn’t seem seriously injured, and their clothes don’t look torn or bloody, which is a good sign, Stan guesses.

There’s still no guarantee this isn’t an evil specter that lures people in to their deaths, so he steels himself and prepares to run before calling out. “…Hey! You alright out there?”

The person gasps, flinching and jumping in shock and whipping around to locate the sudden voice. Their eyes land on Stan finally, their hand is on their chest, and they seem scared shitless.

Okay… don’t think a ghost would react like that, and they definitely don’t cuss to themselves trying to get their pulse down.

“God!! Don’t sneak up on someone like that!” They say, wiping the wet tears from their face. They seem embarrassed, but also like they know they can’t complain too much, sitting out here in the woods on their own.

“Er, sorry I guess, but you gave me a good scare too. I’ve seen enough movies t’know dark forests and mysterious crying don’t mix well,” Stan replies, making his way closer. Of course, he’s seen more than just movies, but there’s no need to mention that now.

“Y-yeah, I know,” they sigh, resting their elbows onto their knees, head hanging low.

Stan frowns. “You never answered my question, pal. Are you okay? Never thought I’d ask this, but-- y’need me to call the cops or somethin’?”

The person shakes their head, releasing a heavy sigh. “No no, nothing like that. I’m fine.” They look up at him, and for the first time Stan can see their face clearly. Yep, they’re completely average, non-ghoulish human-- though the bags under their eyes could’ve fooled him. It looks like it’s been a long night of ‘em. They make no move to leave or indicate discomfort when Stan closes the remaining feet between them, so he stops by the stump and relaxes his grip on the hidden knife. He shifts on his feet before cautiously taking a seat on the wood next to his new friend. They scoot to the side in order to give him enough space, rather than to get away.

Stan sighs awkwardly, trying to think. In typical fashion, he didn’t know if he’d get this far and has no idea what to actually do now. He looks over at the fellow human, who seems to be on the verge of tears again; Stan recognizes that sound, that exhausting strain when someone’s trying to keep the cries back but they well up in the chest and throat before they inevitably spill out. It takes him back to some moments from his muddled past, to some long-gone faces of people his heart can still feel the impression of, and how ugly some of those endings were. He doesn’t like the feeling.

“…Look, I’m not one t’push, but people who’re ‘fine’ don’t typically cry out in the middle of nowhere. Appearance-wise, sure, you’re fine—but situationally, I mean.” Stan hopes a slight joke will help. They’ve never let him down, and well, what else is he good for at a time like this?

“Oh my god,” they laugh, taken off guard but unable to keep the small smile from their face despite a droplet spilling from their eye. “You’re right—I’m not okay, but… well, it’s nothing new, and it’s nothing I need to trouble you with.”

Stan scoffs, reaching into his coat for his cigarette carton. “Yer not forcin’ me to be here. I was on a walk too, and this is the perfect spot. I should be thankin’ ya for keeping the seat warm for me,” Stan says plainly, holding the small box out in offering. They politely decline, but insist Stan go ahead if he’d like. He decides against it, replacing that package with another in his hand—a pack of gum. He tries again, holding a silver-clad rectangle out, which is graciously accepted. He pops one in his own mouth, careful not to chew with his mouth open in the dead quiet.

“I don’t just go giving out my life story to strangers…” the person says finally, tentatively.

Stan shakes his head, swatting at the air. “I don’t blame ya fer that. Most’a my family doesn’t even know my life story. S’nobody’s business but yer own unless you want it to be.”

They smile warmly and lean back onto their palms on the surface of the stump, turning their gaze upwards into the sky. Stan follows, taking in the glimmering stars that peek through the trees. It’s one of the few things that’s a constant in everyone’s life; whether you can see them or not, those balls of flaming gas are up there doing their thing.

“Things… things are hard. Shitty.” They state plainly, not taking their eyes off the night sky. “Everyone says ‘it gets better’ and ‘ooooh, you’re just in the wrong mindset!!’ or acts as if the fact that you’re not deaf, blind, on the street, and dead means life’s a cruise for you.”

Stan nods, picking up that this person next to him has been burdened with something for a long, long time. Now this? This Stan knows a thing or two about.

“Sweet Moses, tell me about it. Anyone who even thinks of saying ‘it could be worse’ deserves a hearty knuckle sandwich,” he grumbles, taking out a cigarette for himself after all and sticking his gum to the bark of his seat.

“Thank you!” they exclaim, happy to finally have some validation, as minimal as it may seem. God, sometimes a person just needs someone to fucking complain to. “It’s like, I know things could be worse, but Jesus, this isn’t great either? I don’t need to be guilted into being happy, that won’t work, I’ve tried.”

Stan grunts in agreement and takes a long, lazy drag before blowing the smoke to the side. “Hey, don’t hate me fer sayin’ this, but… that ‘it gets better’ thing? It’s true—oh c’mon, don’t give me that look! I know what it sounds like, I do,” Stan laughs. “But it did for me, just as I was thinkin’ it wasn’t worth keepin’ up.”

“I’m happy for you, then,” they say, genuinely and honestly. But Stan can tell they’re unconvinced for themself.

“I know it don’t mean much now, and it’s hard to see an end when you’re at the bottom. But all ya can do is yer best. And we have every right to be bitter, pissed, fuckin’ outraged cuz life is the farthest thing from fair,” Stan says, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “It feels good to let that shit out, cuz pretending like everything’s fine is worse—ya can’t fool yerself—not even me, a master con-artist , could fool myself.” The person next to him laughs lightly.

“But ya just gotta keep going’, cuz otherwise it’ll eat you up anyway. You need sumthin’, just one small thing even t’keep you motivated and pushing through and takin’ action on some of that hope, y’know?”

His new friend hums in agreement, looking back up to the stars. “I know you’re right. It’s the small things, the everyday things, that you hold on to sometimes through the rough stuff.”

Stan smiles, making himself more comfortable on his seat. “Yeah. I know it’s not an original idea, but it’s true. Guess there’s a reason everyone’s heard it a thousand times.”

Stan’s friend turns, looking to him with a grateful smile. “Sometimes you just need to hear it from somewhere new, I guess.”

It’s Stan’s turn to hum, exhaling another puff of smoke. There’s a mutual silence for a moment—content. Peaceful.

And then, seemingly all at once, there are crickets chirping, their song calm and sweet as it’s carried through the air.

“So, like I said before…I don’t go giving out my life’s story to just anybody, but… would you want an abridged version?” The person—Stan’s friend—asks softly, offering a playful smile.

“’Course,” Stan grins, putting out his cigarette and getting his phone out to text his brother that he’d be out a little while longer, that he had some catching up to do. “Only if yer up for hearin’ some of mine.”

“’Master Conman’, did you say?”

They both laugh. “Artist, sweetheart, artist...”

#stan pines x reader #grunkle stan x reader #stanley pines x reader #gravity falls reader insert #imagines #my writing #stan #sfw

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blaperile · 4 years

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Homestuck^2 - Catnapped (Part 1) Reaction

Alright, we're officially a patron of Homestuck now! :D

Actually had to create a Patreon account for this, never before really needed it for anything.

But Homestuck? That's definitely something I want to be a patron for. Homestuck is very dear to me and has shaped a significant part of my life, and such a huge chunk of it has been for free, so it feels like the least I can do.

Plus, we get bonus updates to enjoy! :D

Let's start by reading Catnapped.

Looking at the news posts section of Homestuck^2, that suggests this story will be taking place at Meat Jane's inauguration as President!

That already narrows down the possibilities for which cat or cat person this could be dealing with. Davepeta isn't around in this timeline, Roxy's off in outer space, no ghost rain to have a Doomed Nepeta or Meulin show up. Assuming we'll be dealing with a cat character we already know... that just leaves Jasprosesprite^2 and Gcatavrosprite?

It's curious how the Epilogues and Homestuck^2 have been entirely avoiding the matter of where the Sprites are, other than Davepeta.

We know they did arrive on Earth C though, because we saw the Nannasprites and Gcatavrosprite during the Credits snaps, as well as Jasprosesprite^2 during the Halloween snaps.

So what's the deal? Are they still alive 7 years later, or was their timespan limited and they did die shortly after?

Well, we might just be about to find out...

I'm very curious!

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The White House! Or uh, Earth C's own White House at least. Seeing as the original White House is in ruins somewhere, as we saw during the Candy Epilogue, haha.

Yeah... it's so weird to think how Jane and Jake are the only ones left on Meat Earth C of the creators. Everyone else has left into outer space.

This is one of the main reasons I think the Sprites might show up during this Epilogue. Or else this story might have to come up with a BUNCH of new original characters. :P

It's curious that apparently the people of this planet don't know that its creators have left? Haven't they noticed their absence?

I guess it depends on just how long this is taking place after they all left.

I'm also insanely curious where THIS Jane's development will go. If anything, having her as president could set her on a really dark path... but that's already been explored by the Candy path.

So is this version of Jane going to turn out far better, somehow? Despite none of her friends (other than Jake) being present here?

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OH SHIT.

Dirk????

Err, Brain Ghost Dirk I assume, then? Seeing as the other Dirk is uh, off into outer space.

That's pretty hilarious that in the Candy timeline he took MORE THAN TWO DECADES before he showed himself again, and then, here he is already in the Meat timeline. xD

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Pfff, Jake's already got a moustache here! It WAS mentioned before that Dirk didn't let Jake grow a moustache, so seems like it didn't take long at all once Dirk left, haha. :D

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Brain ghost daughter. xD

Can you imagine Jake creating brain ghost versions of all his friends, hehe.

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Yeah, looks like Jake's developing the same kind of issues as his Candy self. Except, he might do something about them far sooner, now that Brain Ghost Dirk has already showed up so early? :O

Maybe Brain Ghost Dirk will here as well try to have Jake see that what Jane is doing (or will be doing) is wrong, but that Jane isn't so far gone yet and can still correct herself before it's too late?

That would be good. I mean, what's the alternative? In Candy we had Karkat and the others fighting for the rights of the Trolls, who'd be doing it here?

I'm very, very curious where this is going...

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Ooooh, I really like how aware this Jake already is of the mess they're getting into.

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT, JASPROSE IS HERE, READY TO FUCK SOME SHIT UP

HELL YEAH

Didn't expect the inauguration to be interrupted, but here we are!

Oh man, this is going off the rails REAL quick.

Pfff, I love how her eyes are in her glasses, like that joke with Jake back in [S] Prince of Heart: Rise Up.

I don't want to get my hopes TOO far up, but it would be cool if other sprites show up too, not just Jasprose.

I mean... assuming this catnap powder is coming from her, BUT WHO ELSE COULD IT BE. XD

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Hopy shit! So we're not directly seeing what happened next, but reading it.

Lots of interesting tidbits in here!

The date! 20th January 2021. Looks like they're using a similar calendar to ours, hahaha. And that even places the date perfectly for the current ages of our Creators.

So JANE was "catnapped". It wasn't a cat which got kidnapped, it's a cat who kidnapped someone! xD

Barack Obama Memorial White House, oh dear god. That's amazing. The question is, does it serve as an White House for the actual president, or is it really just a memorial?

And Jane's the 21st president! Looks like they haven't been doing it as long as the real United States have.

So that Troll sitting next to Jake wasn't just a random guy, it was the freaking Vice President! But that's really cool. If Jane doesn't show up for actual presidency anymore, than this guy will probably doing the entire presidency.

And he's a Troll! So, this might be really good news for all Trolls on this planet???

Looks like the world has now learned about the disappearance of the Creators. "Multiple"? Let's say, ALL OF THEM. Jake's the only one accounted for anymore (from the perspective of the inhabitants), holy shit.

"No Creators were available to comment" yeah no shit. xD

Oh MAN, abundantChewtoys got a really good point here. WV created a pact to unite the four kingdoms, just like Problem Sleuth did. Holy CRAP. That's genius.

I wonder how exactly that went then, what did that pact mean? Were all kingdoms led by separate leaders but who had this pact so there'd be no conflicts between them, and then eventually they introduced the presidency to have one leader for all kingdoms to listen to?

Anyway, this is already a VERY intriguing start to this side-story, and I’m very curious to see what the next 2 parts will be showing us.

#Homestuck #Homestuck^2 #Catnapped #reaction #Jake English #Brain Ghost Dirk #Jane Crocker #Jasprosesprite^2

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everlarkficexchange · 5 years

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Always You

Written by: @sunsetsrmydreams

Prompt 46: Broken-hearted Katniss goes to see a psychic, hoping to get one last message to her departed loved one (Goodbye? I’m sorry? Where’s the key to the safety deposit box?). Peeta is earning his college tuition using his charm and empathy to tell fortunes. What happens when they encounter each other?

Thank You for the prompt Anonymous

Thank You to @everlarkficexchange

Rating T Canon character death.

My name is Peeta Mellark, and I am a Psychic.

Well, at least I’m pretending to be for the sake of my Fine Arts Degree. Mother, being the peach that she is, cut me off when I decided to major in Art instead of Business. Dad stood by and let it all happen as usual. He didn’t even say goodbye the night I left the house for good.

It’s fine. I’ve been getting along great on my own. I’ve got scholarships and have managed to cobble together a few jobs that don’t interfere with my classes but still pay well enough to keep me afloat. I work at a catering company on weekends, an early morning bakery shift two times a week and this job, which happens to be the best paying of the three. Now graduation is so close I can taste it, just one more month and I’ll be done…free.

Earning money using my charm and empathy to tell fortunes as a psychic may be pushing it, but these people all seem happier and more at peace after a reading and that’s how I’m able to stomach the deception. I’ve done readings for widows looking for safe deposit box keys, desperate souls wanting one last goodbye with their loved ones and people that just want a moment to say I’m sorry.

Those are the worst.

Sometimes it’s hard to live with, but name another job that you can pull a hundred dollars an hour? Truth is, this job just fell into my lap….and I’m good at it.

I sigh and settle back into my chair and wait for my next appointment, who will be here any minute. Tidying up my table, I put away the tarot cards I used in the last reading and run a cloth over the crystal ball. It’s just for looks but my boss Haymitch swears it adds to the ambience and make us look more credible.

A soft tapping on the door alerts me to her presence and when I look up, I see a young woman about my age. She’s not very big, nor is she particularly pretty. She’s followed closely by a smaller, blonder version of herself.

They’ve lost someone.

It’s clear by the pain on their faces. I want to tell them to leave, that I can’t help them, that none of this is real…but something stops me. I stand and offer them a seat before starting with the scripted spiel.

“Welcome to Psychics of Panem. Are you ready for me to begin?” I ask, glancing between the raven-haired girl and her sister. The latter looks at me with a shrug but offers nothing helpful.

Silver eyes meet mine and I’m struck. A strange warmth begins to crawl through my chest and I realize I was wrong, so wrong. Her delicate features are shadowed and darkened by pain and those twin moons shimmer with tears. She is…. unexpected.

“I don’t know why I’m here.” She whispers. “I don’t believe in this stuff.”

“That’s ok…Miss?”

“Katniss.”

I look to her sister and she trills. “Prim.”

“Alright, why don’t we get started.”

I relax, and let images and thoughts fill my mind as I try to string together some words that might make whatever these girls are going through, a little easier to bear. But I keep seeing her…just her.

Katniss.

It’s strange. She’s everywhere. I wonder if the guilt is getting to me, but I power through and state what I already know.

“You’ve lost someone. Someone that you love very much.”

“Yes.” She says, and her sister echoes her answer.

I close my eyes again but there’s nothing. Just a picture of Katniss in my head. My eyes startle open when Prim starts to speak.

“I had to convince her to come here, you know, it took me over a year.” Prim glances at Katniss’ hunched form. “She doesn’t think this stuff is real but she’s still spending the grocery money on you.”

Prim must see the horror flash across my face because she’s instantly contrite. “She hasn’t been eating much anyway.” Katniss drops her face into her hands and I notice her shaking slightly.

“I can’t do this. I can’t talk about her.” Katniss mumbles. She pushes back and springs up so quickly, the chair crashes to the ground. My eyes follow the violent swish of her dark braid as she dashes out the door. I realize I’m standing poised to follow, and I look to her sister…who is also upright.

It takes at least ten seconds before I understand what I’m seeing.

Prim did not move her chair, nor did she step away from the table. She just stood, the wood seemingly bisecting her legs from her torso. Looking at her face, I’m caught by her slight smirk before I fling myself away.

Catching a foot on my box of tricks, I land flat on my face. A little yelp escapes before I start army crawling for my life, knocking aside scattered runes and tarot cards. A raspy chuckle trails me as I end up wedged in the corner of the room, drawing knees up close and ducking my face down, blocking everything out with my arms.

I can feel her move closer and the bubbling terror threatening to come out as an embarrassingly high-pitched scream.

“Peeta?” Prim asks softly, clearly afraid of pushing me into heart attack territory. “I thought…I thought you knew. I’m sorry for laughing.”

“You’re a ghost?” I croak, finally peeling my eyes open and locking them on the girl currently sitting crisscross applesauce a few feet from me. She’s just a girl, just a normal girl, she’s right there, sitting and talking.

“Did you think all the people who came to you were still alive?”

Pictures flash through my head. I realize all the people that have come through the door speak only to me, never to each other. Always using me to relay information. Families, husband and wives….and now sisters.

How could I not have known?

I’m dizzy, my head spinning with a myriad of emotions. “But they…you…”

“I guess it’s easy to see only what you want to see.” She says calmly. “But Peeta, you have a gift. You speak, and it brings peace to their souls, so the dead can rest.” Prim offers her hands and I cautiously reach out and guide mine right through them.

“It’s real, Peeta.”

“What happened to you?” I croak, my throat feels raw.

“It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that Katniss is alone, and she’s not supposed to be. She won’t survive on her own.”

“Why come to me?”

She thinks for a moment, looking through the air like it holds the answer to everything.

“How did you feel when you looked at her?”

“Not much at first.” I admit. “But then I saw her eyes.” Leaning back, I conjure her face again. “I felt warm…like she’s radiant as the sun.”

Prim smiles wide. “Yes! You’ve met before…but it wasn’t time yet. And then you were late to class and missed her.”

I instantly remember that day. The only time I was ever late to class and my fumbling entrance was covered by a dark-haired girl handing over a withdraw slip and picking up her paper.

I was too late.

“If you had seen her walk in, you would’ve asked if she was okay. Asked her if she wanted to talk over hot chocolate. You would’ve skipped that class, and you would’ve been there for her through the hardest period of her life.”

There’s a burning in my chest and I feel a wave of despondence take me under. “My mother called that morning.”

“I know. What she said isn’t true, Peeta. You’re worth so much, don’t let her take this away from you.”

All I’ve ever wanted was to be truly valued by someone. To be needed by them, loved by them. Someone I could love in return, without the ever-present fear of being rejected.

Could I have that with Katniss?

“Is it too late Prim?”

“No.” She stares, moving her gaze across a vast expanse I can’t see. “Time works differently here. For me, everything is happening at once, and at the centre of it all I can see you and Katniss. You are going to make my sister happy for the next sixty years. It was always going to be you, Peeta.”

“Katniss can’t move on as long as I am still bound to her. And she holds me in this place, both finite, and unmoveable. But there is so much more for me to see, infinite plains to explore.” She sighs softly. “I don’t belong here anymore, but she won’t let me go.”

“And I can help?” Suddenly, it’s what I want. To help Prim, to save Katniss. Every cell screaming out for me to find her.

“You can, and you will. But just so you know, Katniss is kind of…prickly. You’ll need my assistance.” She rubs her hands together like she can’t wait to get started.

I can’t help but smile at this girl that is gone too soon. It’s too fast, I know, but I believe everything she has said. A veil has lifted and my whole world is coming into focus.

“How will I find her?”

“It won’t be too hard…. she’s standing right outside. Katniss couldn’t really leave, not without the chance to call you a charlatan and yell at you for taking her money.” Prim grins.

“People still say charlatan?” I ask doubtfully.

“Katniss might, she’s an old soul. You’d better use that golden voice of yours to deliver my awesome message, so she’ll forgive you.”

Somehow, I’m already at the door. Prim hangs back, casually leaning against the doorframe like she isn’t a teenage apparition. With a nod to the left, she points me in the right direction.

I look down the street and there she is…Katniss. Leaning on a rock wall, her face buried in her hands. She looks small and sad and I want nothing more than to hold her but as I approach, gunmetal grey eyes flash with fury when they meet mine.

I’m in trouble.

“Are you done stomping around you- you fraud!” Katniss barks.

A vision flashes through my mind. A tough, spritely five-year-old with two braids instead of one, sharp grey eyes and a red backpack that looked almost as big as she was. She walked right up and pushed Thom Baxter for making fun of me. After wiping my tears and runny nose with the back of a fist, I smiled at her and she smiled back. My chubby five-year-old heart burst with feelings for the tiny girl. A day later, I was pulled from class and moved to the private school across town.

It was too soon.

Shaking the memory away, I move just a little closer. Warned that this would not be easy but I’m undeterred. I glance at Prim and she’s watching us rapt, like we’re her favourite daytime soap opera. I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“I want my money back!” Katniss states with the awesome might of a hissing kitten and I swing my attention back to her. She’s shaking and looks like she’d love nothing more than to tear me apart. “You charla-”

“You can have it!” I rush out, interrupting what I know was going to be a scathing attack on my character.

“What?” Her form deflates, seeming to collapse in on herself.

“I’m not going to keep your money, but I still have a message for you.”

She stays silent, untrusting and defiant even with the tear tracks on her face.

“It’s from Prim.”

Her voice is an indignant screech. “How do you know about my sister? Have you been cyber stalking me?”

“No…I…no!” I defend myself frantically.

“So, you’re saying you can read my mind then?” She scoffs.

“Not exactly.” I take a deep breath in the hope that she will follow suit. “Though I suppose whatever is going on with me is similar.”

“Get to the point.”

“I know about your sister because she told me. I can see Prim.” Pointing over my shoulder towards the seemingly empty doorway. “She’s standing right over there.”

“Is this funny to you? Do you enjoy being cruel?”

“Get in there Peeta!” Prim cheers and I spin around.

“Give me something useful then!” I shout in return.

“Can’t! I’m simultaneously watching your children be born.” A laugh, “You fainted, fell right over like a rock!”

My eyes grow wide and I realize too late that I must look certifiable to Katniss, who is now staring at me like I have two heads.

“You’re crazy.” She states a little fearfully.

“I am not!” I defend.

There’s a chuckle behind me. “Quit laughing Prim, you’re not helping.” Throwing the words carelessly over my shoulder.

“She’s- She’s laughing?” Katniss stutters.

“Uh…yeah. She’s kinda cheering me on in a very unhelpful way.” I side-eye Prim and she smirks, giving me a thumbs up.

Katniss just looks at my suspiciously. “She had a very strange sense of humour. What does her laugh sound like? Teenage giggles? Pealing Bells?”

“Um…it’s more like a chuckle. She sorta sounds like an old man when she laughs.”

“Hey!” Prim shouts, offended.

Katniss’s face crumples and tears start to flow as she chokes on a laugh. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard it. Such a weird sound to come from teenage girl.”

Drawn back into this moment, Prim looks subdued and steps closer. “I think she might listen to you now.”

She stands almost directly in front of Katniss, focused on her older sister, hope radiating from her being.

“Prim’s close to me, isn’t she?” At my nod she takes a breath. “I’ve felt her around since she left. She pushed me to find you. I would’ve never had an idea as hairbrained as this. I mean, come on, a psychic? This mess has Primrose Everdeen written all over it.”

Panic wells in her eyes. “I’m not ready to let her go.”

“That’s okay, Katniss.” I remind her as gently as I can.

“What’s the message?”

I meet Prim’s serene expression and repeat after her.

“Fall in love, eat cheese buns and be happy.”

Katniss scowls at Prim’s relayed message and all I can do is grin.

“And what are you smiling about?” She asks, wiping the tears from her face.

The grin on my face is quickly replaced with something a bit more sombre, and I clear my throat.

“You’ve got this Peeta!” Prim says encouragingly, as she tries to muffle her laughter.

“I…um…well, it just so happens I make the best cheese buns in town.”

Epilogue

It didn’t happen overnight. Taking almost half a year for us to grow together.

It started with cheese buns and hot chocolate during my morning break at the bakery. Many late-night talks where I learned so much about Katniss and her life. And, finally feeling safe enough, I began to share my own past as well. Favourite foods, favourite colours, gave way to more serious discussions with Prim hovering at the edge of our periphery.

Then Katniss surprised me at my graduation.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to come, and the thought filled me with a sadness so profound I wondered if this was it…if I was always destined to feel like I was not good enough. But when I saw her in the crowd, those grey eyes caught mine and hope flared to life. I let my eyes fall to the sunset orange dress that hugged her slight curves before returning to her face, just in time to see her smile.

And that was it… I was a goner.

Everything changed after that. Things felt more solid…more real. Katniss started inviting me to her place for dinner and eventually, inviting me to stay after. On those nights, Prim was conspicuously absent, but it wouldn’t have mattered, our kisses and touches were chaste to say the least. Over time, our relationship grew into something so much more than I could’ve ever hoped for.

Then on one, seemingly normal day, I heard Katniss begin to sing. It was soft at first but so lovely, it drew me in like a moth to a flame. She was in the kitchen, chopping and preparing vegetables with Prim looking on and I felt something tense and snap, a glimmering current flowing through the room.

Prim startled but kept her eyes on Katniss. “I’ve missed her singing.” She turned her head towards me with a glowing smile.

“I just can’t believe it… she let me go.” Her excitement is clear as she crows, swaying in her untethered state. “All it took was a few months with you and your delicious buns!”

I feel my cheeks warm and smile back as I watch the girl hovering to ‘hug’ her sister. I am strangely comforted by her humour, it’s something that will not be lost, something I can remember about Prim.

“You guys are gonna do great! Tell Katniss I love her!”

And with one final gesture, a three-fingered-salute… Prim was gone.

Katniss turned, giving me a sad smile before walking into my open arms. “She’s gone, isn’t she?”

“Yes, love.” And I pull her closer.

I had expected more, I guess. Bright lights, tearful goodbyes, and knowing Prim, maybe books flying off the shelves or something dramatic like that.

But I suppose the lack of fanfare suited the occasion. The tearful goodbyes had long ago been spoken. It was strange and ordinary, the gentle movement of someone special leaving the room.

We could only move forward. I kissed the top of her head and promised Katniss that we would have each other, that someday life would be good again.

And it was.

I love her like crazy, and for some reason, Katniss loves me right back. As fond as I am of her scowl, I like her smiles even more, so I stopped asking why and just decided to believe her…to believe in us.

We married on a warm spring day, in a meadow covered with wildflowers.

After, I tripped over a gopher hole and Katniss tumbled down with me. She rolled into my side and kissed me as we laughed, hands still entwined. Our simple wedding clothes streaked with green grass and flower petals, our slightly drunk officiant, Haymitch, looking on with mild disdain.

It was a good day.

When we were settled into our lives, I finally made use of my hard-won degree as Katniss worked to finish hers. And in the quiet times, she encouraged me to use my gift to help others, neither of us knowing where we might be had Prim not been able to deliver the message that brought us together.

Working at Psychics of Panem can be difficult, it can also be rewarding and Haymitch is grateful for the company a few days a month.

Years later, our daughter arrives. Katniss’s final push brought her wrinkled and squalling into the world. Either the sound of her scream or the baby’s wail proved to be too much, and Prim was right, I dropped like a stone. Ending that day with a beautiful baby in my arms, a tired wife at my side and an ice pack attached to my head. It was slightly easier when our son made his appearance, the fears that had plagued us the first time around had eased, leaving only room for joy.

Prim is never far away. Cheerful primroses, lovingly planted by Katniss, line the window boxes of our home and the picture I painted featuring a blonde girl with a quirky smirk hangs proudly alongside the portraits of our children, our family.

What a crazy, wonderful, unexpected life…

My name is Peeta Mellark, and I’m a Psychic.

#sunsetsrmydreams #prompt 46 #late submission #springtime edition 2018 #submission

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helloabominacion · 6 years

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A/N: so so so, it's quite never-wracking publishing something here because i don't have a clue how AO3 works, but I’ll have my chances here on Tumblr. As you can see with the gif, this is a toshinori yagi x exotic dancer!reader.... Yeah, i don't know what i was thinking, so please enjoy.

A/N: AAAAAALSO, ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ as i promised, @damnit-samnit , im tagging you in this

“Where the fuck it’s my bra?”

“God, I need to smoke now!”

“Do you have any painkillers? I can’t deal with these cramps.”

It was quite fun to observe the antics of your companions through the reflection of your illuminated mirror, you had already seen this before and these moments always happened when the girls were clearly stressed out of not having enough time to take care of themselves before hitting the stage. A fond smile spread your unfinished lips, you wanted to take a few seconds to be able to snicker at them, women trotting around half naked with high heels and since the dressing rooms were a bit cramped, there are probabilities someone will bump with another person.

With a slight sigh, you returned to the task of painting your lips with this deep carmine, which made your skin stand out beautifully. It’s to be expected that anxiety and nerves ate away your stomach. Millions of times you've done your acting on stage, the confidence you felt every time the audience burst into applause, pride bubbled at the expertise you had every time you spin with the metal tube.

And no matter how many times you try to focus on those feelings, there will always be a little voice full of malice whispering at your side, that you are not good enough for this place.

But that can be easily solved.

You got up from your seat for another girl to use it since you had finished with your look for tonight. Always straps on your legs with something on top that could be see-through, like the black long skirt you had. This time you added something adorable, a pair of stockings attached to the straps because it’s a pain in the ass always rolling them up and as a final touch for the top, a black bralette with embroidered floral lace in the areas of the breasts.

At first, you thought it was too much black, but in the end, you loved it with the little shines the skirt had, besides when you were going to hit the stage there’ll be lights on you.

And you couldn’t avoid small spin you did with your ankle boot high, it's not your fault that you felt pretty. Why do most people think that being an erotic dancer will give you a bad reputation? It actually gave you a few perks.

“Venus, girl! Stop ogling your ass and come outside with us!” A woman with a bunny outfit address you.

‘Well, duty calls.’ You thought, huffing amused by the judging glare from the other female but it switched to a playful glare as she flung an arm around your shoulders, dragging to the loud madness of music and lots of alcohol.

Yeah, being an erotic dancer might have a few cons but you were able to deal with them with a positive attitude.

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‘Why me?’

It's like the sixth time he was lamenting in his mind, embarrassment giving a nice shade of red on his face while anxiety gnaws at his stomach, well, part of the organs that he still had. His fellow teachers were persistent this week, surprising him with his guard down and there were sometimes times when his response was blood coming out of his mouth. And there was no way to escape since he was cornered between them, Nemuri and Hizashi were chatting between them. Thrilled that at last, their plan had finally succeeded. Have forced the number one hero of all Japan to have a little bit of fun. At first, it wasn’t easy to have a specific date, since the three heroes had busy schedules but at the end, they were able to find the perfect day where the three heroes had no patrols, no papers to grade or classes to prepare for their students.

Although the patrols didn’t apply to Toshinori, with the small disadvantage that he can only sustain his other form for a short time.

Of all the places, Toshinori never thought or imagined he would be forming in a line to enter a Strip club. He’d assumed the duo would drag him to a club to “relax”, he’d even imagined that Hizashi would drag him to the dance floor or Nemuri would try to convince him to drink a bit, which he’d warned them before that he wasn’t in a position to drink.

Cerulean hues look up to see the sign of the building, ‘CHERRY POP’ with a pink neon light that illuminated the dark streets and civilians who also formed a line, the said fruit replacing the O and anyone would figure it out the innuendo behind the sign. With just thinking about it the heat in his cheek increased. Nerves tightened his throat as he was guided by Nemuri and Hizashi, it was their turn to enter and Toshinori was already praying that this would end soon.

Don’t get him wrong, a part of him was actually happy that at least his colleagues involved him in their activities, it made him feel less old but there were some comments that gnawed his mind when Midnight invited along with an excited Mic, even the duo had thought about inviting their old friend with deep eye bags but Aizawa had rejected the invitation with a death glare.

‘You need to get out of that apartment, All might-san! It’s not healthy for you.’

‘YEAH! We get it that you are number one hero but even you deserve a break!’

He cannot take breaks! Toshinori devoted himself that he would do everything in his power to be the symbol of peace for the world. It doesn’t matter if he reaches the limit of his quirk, if he has a way to help in any kind of way, he would do it. And that has caused him so many sacrifices, his organs were hanging by a thread if he wasn’t careful with his food, he depended on pills and you better believe this tall lanky man has some self-doubt issues about himself.

Toshinori was welcomed by the soft pink and purple lights, it was large but with many people occupying the tables and dancers attending to customers, it felt a bit crowded. And immediately his eyes stuck to the ground, perplexed to the type of clothing the women were wearing but what was he expecting? This was a stripper club after all!

“All-Might san!” Midnight had to stand on her tiptoes and raise her voice a bit, due to the blasting music. “Can you get the drinks? Yamada and I’ve to find a good spot, okay?”

He appreciated his friends but Toshinori was sure they’ll be the cause of his death. Before he could protest, Nemuri walked away, chasing after a Hizashi who was being cornered by a pair of twins wearing student outfits. The bar wasn’t difficult to locate, it took most of the place with a bar that emitted a purple light. Toshinori notices it was a bit empty, some people at the end of the bar drinking or talking to one of the girls.

With hurried steps he went to the bar, avoiding physical contact with anyone or contact visual, keeping his eyes on the bar and trying not glanced at the revealing clothes from the woman. If his memory didn’t fail him, usually Hizashi would drink beer and Nemuri would like tequila and as for him? Water can be an option, or perhaps he could use the advice from Midnight.

With a polite smile, he asked the bartender for drinks and watched the dark-skinned man use his hair to take the bottles and glasses, which Toshinori noticed were actually tentacles like an octopus, pale in lilac tones. The blonde waited, crossing his arms over the bar and sighed to calm those nerves, hoping this adventure would end soon.

He’d mentioned before the bar was half empty because most of the people were busy enjoying themselves and the women were taking the drinks to the tables, what a weird services Toshinori thought but his attention was drawn to this figure sitting on top of the table bar, slouching over while drinking.

It was another dancer but they didn’t seem to participate like the other women, Toshinori crossed the idea of them being a customer by their choices of clothing. He returned his attention when the bartender returned with the drinks, Toshinori still hasn’t asked something for himself so he wondered if this place would have juice?

A rattle noise distracted him, Toshinori observed as one of the locks (tentacles?) from the man stretched out just to give the girl a small object and the blond recognized him. The blonde man was well aware of possible drugs being taken here, and probably this place has a permit but Toshinori wasn’t interested in that, he didn’t want to be intrusive and didn’t want to cause a scene but his hero conscience shouted at him to stop them, to avoid a tragedy about someone who died due to an overdose.

Meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of a hero.

It only took him two strides to be at their side and land one of his bony hands on top of theirs, stopping them before they can open the bottle.

“Please, don’t do it.”

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By "come outside with us" it actually meant: sit on the bar and observed how everyone was working, but at least you got a tip for doing a lap dance to a group of college students, you enjoyed how the shy boy was a wrecking laughter by your performance. Clearly obvious it was his first time visiting the cherry pop. You loved this kind of reactions, pride swelled your chest to see that you did a good job of bringing them joy in their night.

The drink you were holding was a combination made from Lulu, something to get you in the mood, vodka with some sprite. Simple but you already felt the heat in your body rise a little but not enough to get dizzy. Slumping your shoulders as you heaved a sigh, you already felt this night was going to be long but you soothed your impatience with the fact that you only had to wait thirty minutes to start with your act.

The rattling noise by your ear brought your attention and without looking you took the small bottle from Lulu's slimy tentacle, you were grateful the barman kept your candy hidden, there were many times you had a little craving but you avoid the food, vomiting while performing is something you don’t wish to experience. Putting your drink away so you can have your hands free, why did you put your skittles in a medicine bottle? You always promise to bring a more suitable container but you always forget it.

With the drink affecting your temperature, it also affected your reflexes because you would’ve flinched by the intrusive hand that invaded your sight but you didn’t. You blinked twice owlishly, your eyes followed the long arm until they connected to these sunken eyes with cerulean irises.

He was tall and you didn’t want to exaggerate but you were sitting at the bar, and it was high, this man wasn’t tilting his head up to look at you, his head was slightly leaning down to look at you!

That’s how tall he is.

You knew his hair was blond despite the lack of light and was rebellious, it reminded you like the mane of a lion. And his sharp features, they were accentuated by the bangs on the sides of his face. You've met millions of people with different appearances but him? He was the first one to leave you with a gaping mouth but now you were wondering why he stopped you from eating your sweets.

Maybe he wanted too? Your eyebrows pinched with confusion by the choice of his words, what does he mean “don’t do it”?

And Toshinori noticed it, the confusion filling your features and your eyes shifted between his hands and face.

Oh right, he has to explain why he stopped you.

“Please don’t do this yourself.” Toshinori began, removing his right hand. “You think have no way to escape but there is one and I don’t think to damage your body own is the answer.” Toshinori hoped his words would have got an effect on you, to make you reflect on your actions and he was ready for any reaction you’ll throw him. Anger or mockery were the first two he was expecting but now it was his turn to blink perplexed.

You began to laugh.

He wasn’t sure if you were laughing at him or at the situation but the way your cheeks redden, the way you were trying to muffle your giggles with the back of your hand.

It made his insides twitch.

Your laughter faded but you still had a smile on your lips, you weren’t really laughing at him but about this man's assumption, he thought you were ingesting drugs and it was cute that someone took the trouble to worry. It’s true in this club there are several drug addicts, some of your companions are. You can drink until you suffer a massive hangover the next day but to take something that can make you see flying pineapples is a big no-no.

“Oh no, no! These are not drugs.” You assure as you opened the bottle and pop a green one in your mouth. “It’s just candy, I get hungry in the job so I’ll always keep something to bite on.”

You could see relief washing over his features and also ashamed reddening his cheeks. “Ah, I’m glad. I’m sorry for, well touching you, it wasn’t my intention to startle you like that. I just wanted to, well help you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” You munch a blue one until you had an idea. “Would you like one? It’s from the red bag.”

“Eh?”

You gave the bottle a slight shake, emphasizing your offer. You just wanted to be nice, even though you were a bit selfish when it came to candy. Toshinori stared at your outstretched hand for a few seconds until he shook his head, with a friendly smile on his sharp cheeks he answered.

“Thank you but I’m afraid I’ve to decline.”

They weren’t dirty if he was thinking about it, but you didn’t insist, understand that not everyone would accept sweets from a stranger and less than an exotic dancer. It’s clear this man has never been in a strip club and you thought he was a gentleman, the way he blushed and how he apologized because he only touched you without your permission.

You weren’t sure if this man was acting or he’s truly a gentleman.

Working in this type of business has taught you a thing or two, actually, the other dancers had to teach because in your first months working in the cherry pop you were unbearably naïve. With the corner of your eye, you noticed the drinks, who the bartender was keeping guard. You assumed he was with some friends and he had to ask for them.

Conjuring a lovely smile, you thought it would be a great idea to play with him, to kill some time. Also, you wanted to see if really is a gentleman or just someone who’s pretending to be one.

“Are you with your friends?”

Your question caught him off guard, for a moment the blond thought you were going to go after that but you didn’t. And Toshinori wished you did, apparently, he forgot how to speak with another human being.

“I-I yes, I'm with some colleagues,” Toshinori replied while looking at the spot he got separate from Midnight. “They’re supposed to get a seat well uhm, for this.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear.” You acknowledge as you leaned forward liking how the tall man was leaning backward. “I hope you and your friends like the show, it’s about to start again.”

Toshinori tilted his head a bit as he cocked a thin eyebrow. “There’s going to be a show?”

“Uh-hu! In this club we throw something different each week, tonight we’re going to throw some Lip sync and, and- what the heck,” Your eyebrows pinched in confusion, you had to stretch your neck to observe a dancer who was making strange gestures, and towards you. Comprehension showed in your features since that weird dancer was actually your friend Mamacita, who was still making you wild gestures and they must mean ‘honey, it’s time to go!’

“I really, really must be going, it’s time to get ready for the show.” Taking your cold drink from the bar and carefully you chug it down, you don’t want to ruin your make up.

“Right, of course, you’ve work to do.” Toshinori nodded but it sounded so awkward. “Oh, let me help you.” He extended a bony hand for you and you gladly took it, shinning a grateful smile for his help you step down from the colorful bar when your shoes touched the ground you shook the imaginary dust of your skirt but you only did it with only one hand since the other was occupied, being held by the tall man.

You didn’t know his name and you didn’t want to know, it is for sure you would never see HIM again. You huffed amused again by his attitude, apologizing to you again while he let go of you.

You wave it off with a shrugged off your shoulders.

“I’m off. I hope you enjoy the show, see you later⁓” You sashay away, swaying your hips just a bit, knowing well the adorable and awkward man was watching your behind. And Toshinori scolds himself for letting your hips create some filthy thoughts, with an annoyed huff he paid the drinks and walked away with them. It wasn’t difficult to locate a wild Yamada who chatted heartily with other dancers just like Nemuri, who was clearly seducing some dancers.

“Ah, Yagi-san! For a moment we thought you bailed on us!” Nemuri exclaimed as she scooted, patting the red cushion beside her, gesturing for the blonde to sit.

“Yeah, we’d to fight some punks for this spot!” Yamada added, taking the jar and giving a sip to the golden liquid. Toshinori’s face paled, looking between the two heroes.

“Wait, please don’t tell me you actually fight?”

Nemuri gasped after she gulped a tequila shot, faking indignation. “You offend mesir, I would never!”

“We only talked and rudely, they left after Nemuri threaten them. Nothing special.” Hisashi added. “

Toshinori sighed, they definitely going to be their death.

“Ah, c’mon Yagi-san! But guess what? These lovely ladies told us there’s going to be a show! Some type of competition?”

One of the dancers dressed as high schooler giggled at the forgetful expression of Yamada, so she explains. “That’s right, that’s right! Every girl needs to throw a little dance to the audience with their most wild movements and at the end, we see who wins!”

Hizashi and Nemuri were interesting about who was going to be in this little show and the “high schooler” cheerfully began to name them. Mamacita, Divine, Coco, there were so many creative names the blonde wondered which one would be yours, not the real one of course because he assumed it was important for all the dancers to maintain their privacy. The excited shrieks of Yamada and Nemuri took him out of his mind, apparently, they were going to start with the show and surely they would have a good look since their table was a bit close to the stage.

“Good evening lady and gentleman!” the DJ started announcing. “I hope everyone is having a good time in our cherry pop because is about to get spicy up in here!”

The crowd broke into applause and whistles, ready to enjoy what the dancers were going to demonstrate tonight. Toshinori breathed a chuckle, amused by the exaggerated applause of the other two heroes and he was also curious about this show.

“Alright, alright! Just a little briefing for any new here: our girls have to show off their best routines and the one with the most applause is the winner!” Now without further a due let me present our first girl!

To be judged by applause? It seemed fair, although Toshinori had some doubts he kept them to himself. What if two dancers have an amazing routine? Would they tie?

“Three times champion! Our heartbreaker, and cold goddess, Venus!”

Toshinori was startled by how the crowd broke into applause, the men jumped from their chairs and whistled like wolves when the aforementioned dancer came out from the curtain and paraded on the stage, showing off her attire. He threw kisses to the several men who tried to get their attention, sending them seductive smiles that are surely false, but a girl must always keep her act real.

Toshinori blinked owlishly

It was you, your name was Venus.

Well, your professional name in this case.

“Aight, settle down boys! Don’t make me call security.” The DJ warned, you also have to remember that it’s a place full of drunken men and surely some will try to cross the line with one of the girls. “Let’s get ready to fuck shit up, Venus!”

The music coming from the speakers vibrated in his body, he didn’t recognize the song but had a sensual rhythm, which you moved your hips to the rhythm of the song.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SO CAUTIOUS

IF YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

COUNTING UP THE STACKS ON THE COUNTER

A FUCKING DISEASE!

You were not singing that is a fact, there were dancers in the place who could dance and sing at the same time. Either it was talent or surely it was a quirk related. You did your own routines in your home, playing the songs you liked and dancing in front of your huge mirror. Because there were too many times there were fights between girls, discussing movements that were copied.

Everyone was delighted with the movements of your hands, arms, and legs. Men threw bills on the stage or sometimes you took a one to put on your belts.

You were lip-synching Toshinori pointed because obviously that was not your voice and in the way, you exaggerated your lips a bit with the lyrics. And that made him be on the edge of his seat, making eye contact with the crowd was crucial because it shows you were confident in what are you doing.

DON’T ASK ME TO BE RIGHTEOUS

IF YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU TEACH

COUNTING ALL YOUR BLESSINGS

THE SECONDS YOU’RE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES

You took off your skirt, throwing it behind you, eager to swing yourself with the metal tube.

SO WHY

WHY DON’T WE GET A LITTLE HIGH, HIGH?

Not so sweaty hands wrapped the cold metal and the memory of your muscles could lift you up, swinging with the rhythm of the song. That familiar red taste almost shot out of his mouth, men and women again broke into applause to your daring skills, Toshinori covered his mouth but his cerulean irises were glued to your figure, they did not leave your figure, which still moved with sensuality with the tempo of the music.

Shit

Holy shit

#bnha x reader #Toshinori Yagi x reader #all might x reader #Okay okaaay i'm aboout to hide under my bed #cause im too nervoues and i need to sleep #BYE #Toshinori Yagi #All might

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silly-drink-blog · 5 years

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Summary : As soon as i graduated from Law School, i was admitted in an internationnal society, which allows his employees to travel around the world if they show langages abilities. As i majored korean at school, i was offered to go to a lawyers office in Seoul. Weeks after my graduation, after reasuring my parents about this sudden trip, i took a plane straight to Korea. All went well, until i had to work for a certain celebrity there, who was nobody but Jeon Jungkook. A jerk.

Genre : Fluff, attempt of angst but i am not good at it sorry ugh. romance, we are all here for romance please.

Warnings : Talks about crime (a rape but it never happens its just mentionned don’t worry) maybe some swearing but i will try not to !

Lets go to the first chapter (i hope i will have some support though).

“turn left just here”

I was pointing him the street where my appartement was so he could turn at the right moment. After a 20 minutes drive, he stopped the car in front of the building. Before going out of the car, he handle me the keys without really looking at me. I pick it from his warm hands and put it into my pocket. He leaves the car first and i follow him. As if he invited in his house but that wasn’t the case at all since this guy randomly took place in my car without asking .

As i followed him to the entrance i took a minute to ask myself how to get rid of him. Because in fact, i just helped him escape from some crazy people in the street but it didn’t meant he could also invite himself at my place. Moreover, i didn’t even know what he was being chased for. Maybe he was some violent punk, maybe he beated someone and those people wanted a revenge. I don’t know. I need to stop him now or he will become a burden. And i don’t need that.

Before he enters the hall, i call him by behind. “hey! what are you doing right now ?” he stops and look back at me, with questionning eyes “ i didn’t say i would help you”. I walk to him slowly and i can see he is trying to avoid my eyes but i am trying to convince him, and it all start by looking straight at him. I reach him sooner than i thought and i can feel his tired breath.

In a sight, he makes a step to me “you are a lawyer right ? I am asking you to help me.” Annoyance is starting to grow inside me and before answering to him i fix my hair on my shoulders “what should i help you i don’t even know you” i avoid his look “plus, you don’t look like a reliable person”.

“What kind of lawyer are you i thought you would be nice but i was wrong. Lawyers those days don’t want to help if they are not forced to. I thought it was a job you guys do because you believe in justice like heroes. Looks like not.” He doubles me and his shoulder hits mine but i am too shooked by his words to react. He was right, i was rude to him. For a second he looked pityful. I fixed the hall door, wanted to enter the buildings, but i still heard his steps behind me, leaving with anger. What if he really was in trouble. Maybe it was a great hazard if he met me. I remembered how he had looked to my lawyer badge earlier and how his eyes lighten up when he realised i was a lawyer. I squeeze the handle of my bag, containing myself for doing something stupid i would regret.

“What is up with you, what do you need from me ?”

My voice echoed. At first i regretted immediatly my words. Well not just at first. I also regretted it when he turned back to me with surprise. I keep squeezing my bag, hoping he won’t go back to me. I just wanted to save my honor by offering some sort of help. But deep inside me i just hoped he won’t turn back to me and still think i was an asshole for the rest of his life. Unhopefully, he didn’t. He run back at me, like a kid who was offered a piece of cake. His oversized hoodie floated around his body and his hood fell off his head, letting me finally see him clearly. He was probably my age. Which made me more confortable for some reasons. Knowing he wasn’t too older than me made me think i could defend myself if i needed to. Which is the dumbest reasoning ever.

“so, are you going to help me?"

He was almost smiling, eyes holding hope and looking straight at me. I bitted my lips before answering. “yes i will ty to help you”. He let his head fall back “thank god, i really thought you were a stupid lawyer”.

I should have punched him after that but i didn’t. Instead i gave him a fake smile, not wanting to hurt him. “first, don’t ever run into shops like you did earlier, and don’t steal others cars ! Seriously.” He grinned and answered “i didn’t stole it, you were ok with that” i rolled my eyes. Was he really this anaware ? “well, it’s not like you gave me choice” “sorry for that, you were the only escape i had”.

I nodded to myself and finally offered him to follow me. His steps were carefull behind me, copying each of my moves and trying not to bother me. Leaving the escalator, we reached my door and before opening it, i turned back at him. He was looking at the wall, he looked bored. I felt my heart shake for a second but my mind was clear so i punched his torso to wake him up. “Hey! wake up, don’t think you can fool me with your depressed look” i lied. He look ed down at me and let an ironic sight escape his mouth, making his lips pout. “don’t think you are my type, you are the exact opposite, i am just here cause you are usefull to me”.

So he can be an asshole too. Well, guess i am going to help him and get him to leave my appartement asap. Why was he cute when he needed me, but know that he is about to get what he wants he treat me like i am an old sock.

“don’t make me call the police because this is what you deserves after stealing my car”, he grinned and put his hands in his pocket “call them then”. He really was pissing me off. But i don’t wanted to loose this kind of fight and i rolled my eyes again “ i shouldn’t have offererd you my help. Lets fix your problem quickly i don’t want you here too long or i might kill you”. I pushed my door in anger, leaving my bag on the floor, with my shoes. He put his shoes off too and entered the leaving room, making himself confortable by sitting immediatly on the couch.

“it’s cosy here. do you leave alone ?” He was scaning my appartment, which was quite small making the review fast. My place wasn’t original, except there was tons of plants and flowers everywhere, books and dvds on every free place. I used to live in the coutryside with my parents, so plants weren’t even an option to me when i had to leave in Seoul.

“yes i am alone, do you want something to drink?” i asked, opening the fridge and choosing myself a Sprite.

“no thanks, just lets get to the facts since you don’t want me here any longer”

I laughed in exasperation “right, tell me then”. I opened the bottle, making a “pcht”. “first what’s your name?” I stayed at the bar of the kitchen, where i was able to see him clearly. I sat on a chair, legs crossed.

He leaned his head on the back of the couch, making his bang part on his forehead, giving him 5 years older than he was seconds ago.

“I don’t know if i want to tell you this already. I will just tell you in what kind of trouble i am, and then, if you accept to be my lawyer, i will tell you my name” He tilted his head in my direction looking at me in despair.

“is that a satanic offer?” i joked while sipping my drink.

“just promise me that after knowing my name you won’t reject me or i will really steal your car”

I closed my eyes, lifting my brows up in frustration. “just go ahead and stop saying shit”

“well, it all started when-”

“make it short” i cut him

“for fuck sake just listen to me! A girl is about to file a complaint about me because she wants me dead and she is going to tell the police i raped her which is fake”

“tell me it's wrong please or i will punch you out of my appartement”

“of course it is not please trust me” he eyed me with anger

“do you know who is she”

“yeah, she texted it to me”

“then spill it out”

“let’s say it is my ex”

After i heard this word my heart stopped. It was just a common war between exes. He was doing all this drama for this.

“well it’s simple, just call the police before she does, and explain everything. If what she is about to say isn’t true then tell them"

I started to ask myself what kind of guy he was. This is a difficult situation he was going through but the police is really helpful in this kind of case. He don’t need a laywer but just to call 119.

“i assure you, all you need is to tell the police that this girl is harassing you if you want to get rid of her. Plus you have the texts has proof so go on”

I went back on my feet and pick a bag of doritos. i go next to him with Doritos in my mouth, i put the bag in front of him, he looked tired and hopeless. He wave the bag away and get up, facing me.

“you don’t understand”

“i do, your ex hates you, end of the story, what’s your name again ?” i pick another chips

“i haven’t told you my name yet”

“well go on, if you want i can make sure this girl won’t bother you and tell my collegues to watch it out”

He pauses, bitting his lower lips. His dark hair were pulled by both side of his forehead, i could smell his sweet and musky perfume. i kept on chewing the doritos, hiding the fact that the way he looked didn’t let me indifferent. He was attractive.

I sat down on the couch, trying to ignore him. “what’s the problem with your name though”. He eyed me.

“tell me, this could be our secret, you remind me of someone”

He watches me eating like a pig, turning on the television with hands full of rests of doritos. I can feel the pressure of his stare on me. But i try not to care.

“What kind of girl are you”

“Not your kind as you said earlier”

He tilts his head without me noticing and run his tongue on his teeths.

I stopped zapping the channels until i found a cultural show. He suddenly bend over me, trapping me between his arms. Both hands on the back of the couch One of his knee climb on the couch, making sure i won’t move.

“shhh, i am not your style remember. You can leav my appartement by the way”

It was obvious he was mad at me. Because he probably expected from me that i would solve his problem right away. But i didn’t. And it was making him crazy. I am sure he don’t want to go outside annd face the same people who chased him. But i didn’t care at all.

“please i can’t see through people, just leave”

He didn’t move an inch. “ i remind you someone ugh?”

“yeah and what”

“I am Jeon Jungkook”

I stared at him. I squint, not sure if he is joking or not. I have heard that name before maybe on the tv or at the radio.

“Are you maybe an idol or something ?”

“Do you know INTERNET?”

“hey don’t be rude to me, of course i do but-”

He cut me by throwing a pillow at me and leave me free. I throw the pillow on the ground in an epiphany.

“ARE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK FROM BTS”

“yeah i am oh my god you are a retarded human”

“Go to hell, i don’t care about idols and stuffs like that... Plus, you are not a god so calm down” I understand why he was running like a crazy, why he was hiding himself under a hood and why he won’t tell me his name at first. He took a look at his phone and sighed. he put it back in his pocket. giving me the opportunity to look at his figure for a second.

“like what you see”

“not that much, but i thought the Golden Kid would be a nice and cute person. You are more like a demon. What’s up ?

“Apparently she already told the police”

“it sucks being you”

“yeah...”

I started having pity for him. I was used to deal with celebrities. An Idol or not, nobody deserves to be left aside. I hate to admit it but i wanted to help him. Not because he was an Idol, but because he really was in trouble since his ex complainted already. It could ruin his life.

“that’s why companies ask their artists not to date.”

“shut up, i am sure you will grow old and be a crazy cat woman” he groaned.

“the crazy cat woman offers you her help” i said, without looking at him because of my proud self.

He squeeze his cheeks in embarrassment.

“just leave tomorrow, cause you are still a stranger to me and that’s quite embarrassing having you here”

He nodds and takes place by my side.

“thank you.”

“you’re welcome” i offer him doritos again

“what’s your name?” he picks ome chips out the bag

“i am Y/N”

“Y/N, you are such a pig”

“shut up”

I slap him on the shoulder as he chew happily, getting some more doritos.

here is it ! hope you guys will like it :) it is a bit longer than the preview but since i suck at english it take me forever to write “properly”

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The Plant That Grew From the Root of All Evil |P. Parker| Part 2

summary: you’re no good girl, no you’re quite the opposite, chaos itself even, yet somehow, he still affects you // in which a villan and a superhero cross paths

warnings: murder, violence, witchcraft and possesions?, cursing of curse, and torture (lowkey intense)

pairing: peter parker x villan!reader

authors note: this isnt exactly a love fic?? cause like it was more about their lives than eachother.. but idk i may change the last part and have them end up together, let me know though...

“Hey Pete, we still going to Mays for sunday dinner?” Ned asks his best friend and roommate. Peter is jolted out of his deep thoughts and research.

“Oh uh yea, text may and tell her we’ll be there in like in like 30 mins. I’ll text Tony.” He says finishing up reading the article he was on.

“What’re you working so hard on? Like we just finished midterms.” Ned walks behind peter to see what he’s reading.

“It’s just, some girl. You know Angel?”

“Angel....Oh! The badass lady villain you’ve been fighting?”

Peter gives his best friend a look of confusion.

“Uh..I mean, that bad criminal that’s wreaking havoc and that the amazing spider-man is gonna take down?” Ned corrects with a guilty smile on his face.

“Yea, well i found out she’s got, like i don’t know powers? I guess”

“What kind of powers?” Ned pulls up a chair to sit.

“I’m not sure” Peter rubs his face in thought. “Like strength and speed but it’s not like crazy noticeable. She-she-her eyes like glow? yea they glow like red and it’s creepy and I have no idea where she even came from.”

“Why don’t you ask that girl from high school? Remember everyone said she was like a pagan or something and she practiced dark magic and stuff. Maybe she knows something about it. What was her name? Something like-“

“Y/n!” Peter knows exactly who that is. She’d always been extremely quiet. She stayed in the library most days and seemed to always be studying dark magic and weird stuff like that.

How was he supposed to find you though, you’d dropped out of school 2 months before graduation. You didn’t have any friends and no one knew anything about you.

“I have no idea where she could even be” Peter says defeated.

“Oh she works part time at the library next to the little park. It’s just a train ride away. Can’t take more than 10 minutes.” Ned says moving to pull up the place on Peters laptop.

“Ned, you’re the best man in the chair a hero could ask for” Peter says winking at him, making ned swell with pride. “We can go tomorrow after classes, now come on. May and Tony are waiting”

Your day job was nothing short of fairly boring, you worked at the library near a small community college so you really only had to deal with students trying to study and little kids reading picture books. The library was fairly big so each librarian handled their own section. You handled the history and “magic/religion” section. But since that section was usually only littered with students trying to write a history paper, you stayed at the front desk on your floor.

Today, you’ve been at work since 9am and it’s already 3pm. You don’t get to leave until 8. You’re sitting at the desk, filing through the books that are recorded as late. You hear the door to your section open and you look up to greet whoever’s there.

“Hello, welcome to Green Acres, History and Magic/Religions section what can I do for you?” You speak kindly to the 2 college aged boys who walked in with their backpacks.

“Hey, this is probably super weird, but we actually wanted to talk to you” The smaller, white one speaks as he gets to the desk.

“Umm-“

“Sorry my friend Peter, made that seem really weird. I’m Ned, we went to high school with you. We just had a few questions and we figured given your occupation you’d be the best to help us” The larger one says stepping in front of “Peter”.

How’d they know you worked here, you haven’t talked to anyone from high school. Which occupation is he talking about, do they know about your secret identity. If so, how you’d been so careful.

“Okay...well what’d ya wanna know?” You relaxing into your chair a bit.

“We have questions about like powers... A friend of mine, she um, well they started behaving strangely and I was wondering if you could help figure out what was wrong?” Peter says tapping his long fingers on the desk.

“oh, sorry i’m in the magic and historical and section you’d be better off asking Mrs. Alice in the health and personal care section.” I say wondering why this boy would need my help. I’m not a doctor.

“oH! Yea I know, but my friend, we uh, we suspect that it has something to maybe do with possible magic?”

“You think you’re friend has gotten in to magic?” You raise your eyebrow.

“I know it sounds crazy but please you’re the only person i could think of to help me”

“Why because everyone at Midtown thought I was a dark and evil witch” You speak standing up from your desk and walking towards the shelves.

“No! No- I just, you used to study witchcraft and i figured since you work in the history section you could tell me if this has happened before. I didn’t mean to imply your a witch, that would be rude but I-“

“Who said they were wrong” You wink before guiding the boys towards a dimly lit section. “So, What’s happening with your friend” You say pulling out your favorite books.

“Well, she uh she’s much stronger than she was before, and she’s faster and more agile. She also has this um, this like type of glow around her? It’s like black and then her eyes glow red”

“Mhm, whole eye or just the iris?” You speak turning to one book.

“iris”

You look at the pages that detail when spells go wrong. Nothing describes the right situation. You turn to entities that may be possibly possessing the friend.

“I’m not seeing anything, wait, you said she has a glow around her kinda like an aura right?” You slam the book closed and move to this super large book about entities and witchcraft.

“Yea..”

“Holy fuck. Your friend, might just be the Grand One. The Grand One is someone chosen by the evil sprites to possess the grand power. It can be anyone, or anything at anytime for any reason. But they tend to sway towards people who have practiced and studied dark magic. If this chick gets anymore powerful, which i’m assuming she will, if you’re telling me the truth, she can wreak extreme havoc on New York. But that’s all if you believe in that mumbo jumbo anyway.” You slam the book closed and put it back on the shelf before walking away to your desk again. It was different outside, you could see through the large windows that the atmosphere had changed.

“Um. Thanks y/n, you helped out a lot” Peter and his friend Ned smiled as they left my building, whispering to each other.

You’d forgotten about the Grand One. It was simply just a dream you’d had when you were little. Telling you what would become of you. The people you would hurt and the chaos you’d reign. You thrived in chaos, reveled in it even, but it was a certain chaos. It was the frustration of everyone around you, knowing they’re just not smart enough, or strong enough not worth enough. It was the slow, dark, treaterous journey to the depths of hell that got your blood really moving.

At least, that’s how it was in the dreams. In real life, you weren’t exactly sure what was going on. You were too busy living day to day hoping that it’s all gonna be enough one day.

But what if, no, she wouldn’t have chosen you, she shouldn’t have chosen you. You weren’t meant to be the one to destroy the city. You weren’t Loki, you were just Hells Angel, low-level villanary. So why was the world trying to make you more powerful. It’s not what you wanted. But who dares be ungrateful when the gift of the Grand One is bestowed upon them, it certainly was quite a gift.

You shake your head and get back to work, waiting until it’s time to go home. When the time does come for you to go home, once again the atmosphere of the world has changed. It seems almost, sinister in a way. Like everyone knows it’s all ending tonight, they’re just not sure how or why.

You step through your house and hear thunder begin to roll outside, Shovel darts across the room and behind your legs. You weren’t expecting storms tonight, just then a strike of lightning lights up the entire room and you hear Eddie flip out upstairs.

fight

destroy

You spun your head around to see who could possibly have whispered that in your ear. You grab a knife you have and slowly inspect your room and apartment, you find nothing.

take

kill

THERE IT WAS AGAIN! A whisper, barely there but still strong enough to have you almost trembling in fear.

y/n

“who are you? what do you want” You felt so cheesy yelling those cliche lines.

you

Suddenly, you’re pushed down to your knees, when you look up you see her. She looks just like the picture in the old book you’d shown Peter and Ned just hours before. Her old face clouded in a dark fog like aura. Her eyes were red and empty, her long boney finger reached for you.

i have traveled years

to show you your destiny

my fate is now yours

Was this bitch really speaking in haikus right now? And what was she talking about? She continued to repeat her haiku from hell and seemed to get closer to you.

“If you’re the Grand One, does that mean i’m the one who you’re gonna possess?” You ask at her. She doesn’t answer just gets louder and closer.

You get a splitting pain in your head, it feels like someone is driving a knife between your cranium. You scream out and cover your ears as the witch gets louder and louder.

Then everything is silent, the witch is gone and so is the pain in your head. You look around and you feel normal. You sit on your bed in shock.

Was she in you now? Were you possessed? What would happen now?

you’ve always been possessed

i’ve been here for some time now

you recognize that voice! That’s Hells Angel, her voice drops am octave lower than yours and she speaks slowly but more confident. You’re going crazy.

You hear a knock on your door.

“Y/n? Are you okay? It’s Eddie, We-uh- I heard you screaming”

You stumble to the door and rip it open trying to fix your hair.

“Eddie, hey. Yea i’m fine. Just got a little frustrated with um, the TV. You know how Family Fued can get” You out on your best fake smile and lean against the door frame. Trying not to let Shovel out. “Are you okay? I know you don’t like storms and that lighting was weird” You speak trying to change the subject.

“Oh yea, just uh, caught us, me. It caught me off guard. Well, just wanted to check on you. So uh, goodnight y/n. Let me know if you need anything” He bods before sticking his hands in his hoodie pockets and walking up the stairs at the end of the hall.

You shut the door and walk back to your bed, ready to just go to sleep. You settle in and close your eyes almost asleep.

tonight’s the night

“oh for fucks sake”

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indieharry · 6 years

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Mark Your Territory

Or: The Very Soft and Cute Beginnings of Hantoni Porowski-Styles

i literally??? could not??? have done this without paloma @kissyharriex she’s the best and came to my rescue when i was being a big baby about this. also y’all know i post like zero (0) writing on here so uhhh enjoy and if you hate it then lie to me and say you love it ok thanks!

It’s like when you come home from a long trip. The smells are familiar, and you know where every light switch is, even in the dark. Your shoulders automatically slump in relief, and you feel the floating warmth of comfort wash over you.

That’s what it felt like the first time Harry saw him.

It was in a bright bar with arcade games and a 90s karaoke machine in the corner. Harry felt like he was back at university in London when he was forced out to grody pubs with uncomfortable seating and cheap liquor. Nevertheless, he wasn’t one to turn down an open bar or the opportunity to toy with a few men who either knew who he was or wished they knew.

He was always being invited to these sorts of things. Owners and promoters figured it was free press to have people like Harry at their events. He was the prince of Williamsburg, a trust fund baby who made a career out of fortnight romances and weekend getaways across the world. Everyone knew who he was, and he knew everyone.

Except for one person.

Harry’s brain short circuited when he glanced at the door that had opened to let a chill air into the room. A man with deep, tender eyes and a nervous mouth stood in front of the entrance. And before Harry even knew his name, he already knew what he wanted from him.

Harry was brave. He never shied away from a challenge or raised a white flag in the face of defeat. All his conquests had been a result of Harry’s charm and determination.

He came, he saw, and he conquered. That’s just what it was like for him.

He took a sip of his drink and brushed the man’s shoulder with his own. He turned, looking at Harry with those deep brown eyes of his, a little too warm and inviting for Harry’s liking. He just smirked while sliding up to the barstool next to him. He pretended to pay no attention, chatting to some of the other guests around him, causally sneaking a glance to the other side to see if he was looking.

“I’m Antoni,”

The man had said while sticking his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry glanced at him, raising his eyebrow.

“Harry,” he said, holding out his hand as well, but barely lasting for a proper shake. He quickly returned back to his conversation with some self proclaimed influencer from Los Angeles.

Soon enough, there was no one, so Harry turned back towards the man, Antoni, and asked the bartender for another drink.

“Do you reckon I can pull this off?” He asked, tugging at the bright red turtleneck he had worn.

Antoni just replied with a “sure,” so Harry sighed loudly and said, “It’s the color of my aura.” Not for anyone in particular to hear really, just whoever cared enough to listen.

He leaned in, closing the distance between himself and Antoni’s stool.

“I believe that,” Antoni replied, taking his drink, and walking away to talk to what seemed like an old friend.

It turned out Antoni was well-known among the invitees of this bar opening. The owner was Antoni’s former classmate in Montreal.

Harry, typically the life of the party within most scenes in Brooklyn, pouted his way through four vodka Sprites before scanning the room to find Antoni again. He made a path in his brain before sliding off the stool and sauntering over to the other side of the small bar, wriggling his way into the tiny circle of people crowded around the karaoke machine.

“Excuse me, I’ve got something very important to do,” Harry said, to no one in particular again, but completely meaning for Antoni to hear. He turned around to face the rest of the people in the bar, refraining from making eye contact with anyone but the man in front of him. Maybe it was his earnest gaze or the way he looked at Harry like he wasn’t afraid of him. Whatever it was, Harry knew that he’d do anything to be on the receiving end of Antoni’s affections.

Harry crouched down to click through the songs before he found the one he was hoping for. The song that never failed to get him laid. His conquests were putty in his hands when he slinked around them, the charisma vibrating off of him too infectious for them to resist.

The synth music and empty bits where Whitney Houston’s riffs usually went played through the speakers and Harry shook off what little nerves he had before taking a sultry stance and following the words to “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” all while trying his damndest to make his dreamiest bedroom eyes at Antoni.

Antoni’s notice was genuine but minimal, even when Harry hammed it up and began grabbing other men from the crowd to participate in his one man show.

“Hey, you,” he called, breathless, after the end of his performance. Antoni looked away from the person he was talking to and raised his eyebrows at Harry with inquiry.

“Could you be a doll and get me another drink?” Harry asked, grabbing Antoni’s wrist gently.

“What are you drinking?”

“Whatever you want me to drink,” he replied, winking and turning around to choose another song.

Antoni came back with some dark concoction that Harry was determined to drink because not only would it get him drunk, it would also show Antoni he was agreeable and easygoing. He choked down the first one fast before batting his eyelashes and asking for another. He didn’t dare ask what was in it, but rather could only focus on how the drink was catching up with him. His head was spinning, and normally this was when he would start to feel extra courageous and boldly make his move. But his stomach churned in the bad way.

Antoni had disappeared, and Harry was stood against a wall, nervously scrolling through his phone. It was a weird sensation, not having an entourage or acquaintance to fall into. Why had he come in the first place? It certainly had never bothered him before to go to places alone. Why was he bothered now? Regardless, he was flustered to no end that he was pulling out all the stops for Antoni and it wasn’t working.

Moving in all sorts of contortions while taking a seat again at the bar, his face melted into his palm.

“Hello!” He called over to one of the bartenders, rather loudly. “Hello. Hi. Got a question for you. Could you perhaps tell me what’s in this? My...friend brought it to me.”

The bartender eyed him warily. “It’s a long island iced tea...would you like some water?”

Harry sighed, burying his face in his hands. “No thanks,” he slurred.

“What do you think about this shirt, mate?” He stared down at his red turtleneck, frowning at the bits of liquid that had fallen onto it from previous drinks. “Can I pull it off?”

The bartender snickered at his question, and Harry furrowed his face. “Oi!” He started, his index finger raised in protest. The sudden movement caused his ears to start ringing and his vision to blur a bit.

“I don’t…” he started before he climbed off the stool and ran towards the front door, turning a sharp corner once he was out, to a small, dark alley. He ignored the group of people next to him, barely caring that the next time he was out and about, someone would incessantly tease him about throwing up at some random bar opening.

He hadn’t thrown up like that since uni, and on top of it all, it just had to be when he was wearing that goddamned red turtleneck. He quite liked it, thought it was a bit of a bold statement piece.

He shut his eyes, once he thought was s done spilling his guts, and slid down the brick wall, feeling like he wanted to cry a bit.

He heard an oddly familiar voice, getting closer to him and he didn’t really want to open his eyes because he knew that once he did, there’s no way that he would ever look at him in the eyes again.

He tried to ignore it, but he knew he had that gorgeous man standing in front of him, asking him if he was okay. And frankly he wasn’t, but he couldn’t help but blink them open.

“Want some water?” Antoni asked, handing him a bottle and looking at him like he had just witnessed a puppy being kicked.

Sipping the water made Harry’s stomach feel all icky again and in no time, he was throwing up again, this time on Antoni’s leather shoes.

In that moment, he wished the cracked pavement he was sitting on would open up and swallow him.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry,” Harry said, immediately trying to stand up all frantic and not knowing what to do.

“It’s okay,” Antoni waved his hands in objection. Harry recognized the look on his face - polite aversion.

“Let me go get a rag or something to clean them with. Do you want to wear mine? Shit, I’m sorry. What shoe size-”

“Harry,” Antoni put his hands on his shoulders to steady him. “Calm down. You’re gonna make yourself sick all over again.”

“But you can’t just walk around with vom all over your shoes.”

“They’ll be okay,” He said in a hushed voice. He slid down the wall, just as Harry had earlier and sat next to him.

“I’m mortified,” Harry whispered.

“If I had a dollar for every time I threw up outside of a bar I’d be a millionaire.”

“I bet you haven’t thrown up on the shoes of someone you’ve been trying to flirt with the whole night,” Harry sighed with a sad laugh hidden in the back of his throat.

They made eye contact for a millisecond, and the look in Antoni’s eyes confirmed everything he had been thinking about all night. Antoni wasn’t going to be a quick shag or a two-week lover’s parade around the city. Harry couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him, but the thought alone was terrifying.

“God,” Harry changed the subject, “who would’ve thought that a fucking Long Island iced tea could’ve killed me?”

Antoni laughed and looked down at his lap, “It just so happens that I’ve got the perfect remedy for too many of those,” he grinned.

“Do you now?” Harry raised his eyebrows at him.

“I do actually,” He started, “I could show you if you’d like, I only live a couple of blocks away from here.”

“How can I be sure you’re not going to kill me and stuff me in a dumpster?” Harry asked, only half-joking. This was too good to be real.

“Google me,” Antoni replied. “You’ll find too much about me to know I’m not a murderer.”

Harry pulled out his phone and did a quick search to find his Instagram, with 2.5 million followers, and a well-populated Wikipedia article.

“Self-assured, are we?” Harry asked, looking up from the screen to see Antoni staring at him eagerly.

A part of Harry wanted to say that he couldn’t -- the embarrassment alone had bruised his ego too deeply. But this is what he had been trying to do all night, right? Get Antoni to be all his?

So he nodded and smiled, taking the hand Antoni offered to get up. “As long as I don’t end up in a bin somewhere,” he murmured in jest.

They ended up in an uber -- Harry’s head was pounding and he didn’t think he’d survive a walk to Antoni’s apartment in his “sensitive condition” as he put it. Harry had experienced his share of awkward cab rides, but he was so nervous he swore Antoni could hear his heart thumping from across the seat.

“I’m really sorry about your shoes,” he started.

“Harry - please stop apologizing.”

“Sor-” he started, but stopped himself. Antoni just smiled and shook his head.

They made it to Antoni’s apartment without much talking, just Antoni commenting on what a shame getting puke on that red turtle neck was. “It’s quite the statement piece,” he told Harry. It was all Harry could do not to puke all over again, but not from the liquor.

Antoni’s place was as airy as a small New York City apartment could be -- plants nestled in the corners and vintage French posters on the walls. Harry scanned the den and his eyes landed on a small bookshelf lined with vinyl records. Harry’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw the pieces in the collection.

“Are you joking?” Harry gawked.

Antoni explained to him that most of the collection had been given to him by his grandfather, who brought them with him after migrating from Poland.

“I didn’t even know half these albums came in vinyl,” he ran his fingers through them, stopping at an Amy Winehouse record that was frayed at the edges and looked like it was constantly played. “May I?”

“Of course. Great choice,” Antoni said from behind him, already with a kitchen towel on his shoulder.

Harry just hummed to that and shut his eyes for the first few spins before turning around and sitting on a stool facing Antoni.

He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket anymore and the thin material of his shirt showed off his back muscles, which Harry had a difficult time ignoring as he moved swiftly around his kitchen.

Harry watched over the island, trying to reconcile the night in his mind. He had messily tried to get with a really hot guy, to seemingly no avail, which rarely ever happened. Then he got wasted and as a result, threw up on said hot guy but somehow still ended up at his place. He knew the formula, but the pieces weren’t fitting together quite right.

The smells began to float around the room and after a few moments, Antoni was plating the most delicate grilled cheese and sliding it in front of him. “Muenster and gouda. Mayo instead of butter. A little bit of garlic powder,” Antoni explained simply before placing a cloth napkin and a bottle of coconut water in front of him as well.

“Wow...five star service here,” Harry chuckled. Maybe he should barf on guys more often.

Antoni shrugged sheepishly in response, then leaned on the island

“Harry…if you knew the drink I gave you would make you sick, why did you drink it?”

“To be polite,” Harry replied after a small silence.

“Why?” Antoni asked, confused and slightly skeptical. Harry was nice, but he didn’t seem like the type to go out of his way to please a stranger.

“Because I wanted you to think I was down for anything,” He said after taking a bite, “which I still am, by the way! I just need to maybe pace myself next time you give me a drink with five different liquors in it.”

“You can stick to your Vodka Sprite next time.”

“How did you know I was drinking Vodka Sprite?”

“Smelled it on your breath when you were practically pissing on me to mark your territory,” Antoni said, looking down at the counter and pretending to clean a spot with his dish towel.

Harry’s jaw dropped, he didn’t expect that at all. Antoni just came closer, and there was no longer a kitchen island to separate them.

“I...no comment,” Harry said finally.

“I thought you’d be one to dish it back,” Antoni replied.

“Wasn’t expecting you to call me out on my antics.”

“Wasn’t expecting you to be so obvious.”

“Shh,” Harry pouted. “Let me finish my toastie.”

“You mean you’re not going to share?”

“Oh, did you want some?” Harry offered it to him.

Antoni leaned into Harry’s hand where the half-eaten grilled cheese was. He stared up and Harry and gingerly took a bite of the sandwich.

Harry willed his skin not to blush from Antoni’s proximity. Instead, he took a drink of the coconut water and tried to focus on keeping his breath steady. He wasn’t used to being this speechless. Usually you couldn’t stop him from mewling sweet words into people’s ears as he worked to wrap them around his finger. But he couldn’t utter a sound.

So Antoni beat him to it.

“You’re cute, you know?”

#hantoni #writing #posting my own fic feels a lot like being thrown off a bridge #BYE

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alluran · 6 years

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autumn leaves

klancetober day two | direct follow-up w/ even more romantic gestures to one we were in screaming color

“Keith, buddy. I know we’ve had our rough patches and you’re probably still out for revenge from the last prank, but does it all really warrant you bringing a literal bag of garbage into my apartment when I’m already sick?”

Keith set the grocery bag on the coffee table in front of Lance’s overzealous cold cocoon on the couch. “Be prepared to eat those words.”

“Sorry, Hunk’s got me on a strict soup and saltines regimen, nothing too acidic.”

He rolled his eyes as Lance struggled to sit up in the pile of blankets he had tangled himself into since the first sign of a fever. He bit the inside of his cheek when Lance finally got halfway to sitting all of the way up. “What was that two weeks ago about taking the boy out of the sub-tropical climate?”

“Okay it’s not my fault that I enjoy seasonal changes, but my body does not. You’re really out to kick a man when he’s already down, aren’t you?”

“Something like that.” Keith called over his shoulder as he left Lance to find his legs in the mess of blankets, He pulled out his phone to read over a text from Shiro and started to pull Sprite and soup from the fridge. It took some effort to hunt down the tapped supply of saltines in the cabinet, but he got everything and made his way back to Lance.

Who was spilled over the edge of the couch, one leg still hopelessly tangled in the blankets and the other sticking straight out in the air.

“How have you not died without supervision yet?”

Lance sniffed. “I’ll have you know this doesn’t happen every time.” Lance tracked Keith’s movements, setting the crackers and drink down on the table to put soup in the microwave. “But please, take your time. My immune system and upper body strength is just compromised and all of the blood is rushing painfully to my head.”

Keith crossed him arms and raised his eyebrow down at Lance. “I don’t know, I think your brain could use a little extra blood flow for a change.”

Lance groaned and slid more onto the floor before Keith finally took mercy on him and came to help him. Lance knew he ran warm, even warmer with the cold from hell wreaking havoc on his skin despite the care he took in it, but the first brush of Keith’s hand on his arm was incredible. He was a very tactile person. Keith had nice, strong hands. So sue him if he couldn’t think of anything better than the relief of cool, calloused fingers wrapped around his arm before they warmed up as Lance was righted. Having a cold felt isolating, not that he expected Hunk to still be down for cuddles and hugs when he was gross and contagious, but he was weak for something more than a measured shoulder pat or brief circle of fingers between his shoulder blades.

Which were good things, he wasn’t complaining.

He just happened to buzz with the want of someone beside him despite the coughing and the worrying amount of empty tissue boxes surrounding him.

Lance settled back into the couch and sighed when Keith’s hand didn’t immediately pull away but brushed down his arm.

Man, he was tired again already.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

Lance peeked one eye open at Keith. “Rest is literally what I need right now, Keef.”

“I promised Hunk I would make sure you ate something before you went back into another coma nap.”

“Hm, and what does this have to do with the gift of trash?”

The microwave beeped, cutting off Keith’s retort. Lance’s eyes snapped to the grocery bag on his coffee table with dirt or something in it. Keith probably brought him the plague without even realizing it. Well, it was nice while it lasted. If he died at least he wouldn’t have to deal with the god awful stuffy nose that made just existing suck. The second he didn’t have it, he was going to devote a whole four hours to appreciating cleared up sinuses.

Why had he been so ungrateful before this?

Breathing unhindered was great. He could sit or lay down in any position without his body suffocating itself. He wasn’t just restricted to the one position that allowed him to breathe but may have permanently molded his back into a lowercase r.

“Solid point, I’ll remember to be more grateful I don’t have all of that.” Keith gestured to Lance as he set Hunk’s soup in front of him. “But being dramatic about it is just going to make you more miserable, so..”

Oh, he’d said that out loud.

Freaking Benadryl.

Lance shook his head and reached for the bowl when he noticed Keith go down his hallway. “Uh, where ya going, bud?”

“You’re out of tissues.”

“Oh, we might have another box in the hallway closet? Whiiiiich you just passed?”

Keith ducked out of his line of sight, definitely sneaking into his bedroom. “Yep.”

“Hey now! Just because a man’s down, doesn’t mean you get to tear through his room. Get your mullet back here, you jerk.” Keith didn’t answer him. Lance knew he could definitely hear him. His body lurched with the thought of standing. So taking Keith down was out of the question. “I will come to your house and move all of your furniture a fraction of an inch so you stub every one of your toes if you do not get back out here now, Kogane.”

The sound of the hallway closet opening and shutting muffled Keith’s words. “I don’t think it has the impact you’re hoping for if you tell me about it beforehand.”

Keith appeared back in the living room, tossing an unopened box of tissues on the couch beside Lance and set the camera he gave him beside the mysterious bag of trash.

Panic rose in Lance’s chest because he knew for a fact that he had a gnarly pillow crease on the left side of his face that went from his ear, up his cheekbone, and over his eyebrow. He was in a t-shirt that had been washed and worn so many times that the collar never went back to normal, it hung low against his collarbone making it look more like it had been worn and not washed. His pores screamed at him because he had to cut his skin routine short for the sake of rest and not standing longer than ten minutes at a time. Add to that the two empty tissue boxes, overflowing waste basket of used tissues and saltine packages. It was a waking nightmare.

“W-what. Whatchya doing with my camera?” His voice climbed several octaves as Keith turned it on and adjusted the settings.

Once he was done, he set it in front of Lance and relief washed over him. At least if Keith decided that whatever he had planned paled in comparison for a revenge opportunity, then Lance had some chance to lean forward fast enough to fight Keith for it.

“You’ll see. Also, eat before the soup gets cold.” Keith sat down on the floor on the other side of the coffee table, not pausing in his work as he untied the grocery bag and began to pull things out.

Cold medicine was seriously messing with Lance because he was in no way prepared for Keith to start pulling leaves out of the bag and lining them up on the coffee table like it made the best sense in the world. Like this was something people did. Ate soup and saltines while staring at leaves in various stages of decay. Total normal, wholesome American past time. 100%.

Lance lifted the spoon to his mouth and swallowed, the warmth uncurling some of the tension in his chest. “You’re gonna have to give me a hint here. I’m lost. And vaguely still concerned you’re going to throw trash at me.”

Keith sighed, looking back up at Lance through his eyelashes like Lance had asked the world’s dumbest question. “You’re too sick to go to the park and I didn’t know how long it would take you to get better.”

He said it so earnestly, Lance didn’t have the heart to question him further. He sat back and ate in silence, watching Keith focus back on his work as he carefully pulled more leaves out of the sack and lined them up on the table, occasionally switching one leaf with another in the line. A deep burgundy leaf, almost the size and width of Keith’s palm was at Keith’s right, followed by a vibrant red. The leaf looked like a Valentine with its shape resembling a heart. Keith rifled through the bag and considered a yellow and a green one, setting them both aside to rummage for an orange one.

Lance swallowed thickly as he tried to make no sudden movement or noise as he set the half eaten bowl of soup back on the coffee table and reached for the camera.

No way.

No. Way.

There was no way Keith couldn’t hear how fast and loud Lance was breathing through his mouth, but he kept working. Lance raised the camera to his eye, finding the top of Keith’s dark head in the viewfinder, his small ponytail curled toward his neck. He lowered the shot to catch the line of leaves, laid out in the start of an impressive gradient. Lance made sure none of his food or the tissue boxes interrupted the frame as he focused and hoped Keith wouldn’t get suspicious and look up too soon.

Lance bit his lip and clicked the shutter button, the noise and flash catching Keith’s attention a beat later.

“Lance.”

“Told you I’d get your picture.” He smiled, the brief irritation on Keith’s face falling away as he looked at Lance with a small tilt to his mouth.

There was a brief tickle at the back of his head, he thought he had seen the look before. He didn’t know what to make of it yet.

Hunk was tired when he got home, his brain complete goo after his shift at work. It took him a solid three tries to get the door unlocked and then, two more times to get the key out of the lock once it was opened. It really shouldn’t have almost brought him to tears, but there he was. Emotionally drained and ready to fight the front door.

It was a miracle Lance had slept through his very loud tussle, he was a light sleeper for the most part and since he struggled breathing it was a fight for Lance’s body to relax enough to allow him the kind of fitful rest he needed. A spark of panic rushed through him. Hunk softly shut the door and walked closer to the couch, studying the mountain of blankets currently hiding his best friend and waited.

Lance shuddered in his sleep and coughed.

“Okay, good. Good. Very good. You’re not dead.” Hunk scrubbed a hand over his face and kicked off his shoes. “Obviously you can’t breathe better yet, but not dead. That’s all I’m asking for here. Wha-” He turned to the table, ready to tackle the damage Lance did on the tissue boxes and a filmy soup bowl.

His brain came to a painful halt.

The information his eyeballs took in did not compute. He was tired and stressed, but he didn’t think it was bad enough be into full on, very vivid and convincing hallucination of a clean coffee table. Even Lance’s waste basket was empty and had a fresh bag in it. Hunk gingerly walked backwards toward the kitchen.

A reverse robber? Some perverse serial murder that was hiding in the hall closet that went out of their way to make everything look pleasant before the real nightmare? The ghost he definitely heard crinkle a candy wrapper behind him the other day when no one else was home???

He really couldn’t handle a poltergeist.

Sure they started out not as threatening and okayish but they never stayed that way. It was October, they had to be at Maximum Strength or something. They cleaned Lance’s soup bowl, even let it properly dry in the dish rack, and twisted the open saltine pack shut with one of their chip clips. Major props.

Hunk went back out to the living room, Lance still passed out and unaware of the panic settling in. They needed to thank the ghost and then get out. No waiting. No going to sleep with the TV on. No s-

Okay, definitely an evil poltergeist because there was literally a bag of trash sitting on the floor at the end of the couch Lance was laying on. It was probably leaking death spores into the air.

He carefully brushed his toe against the bag - maybe the spiders and scorpions were just hidden and waiting for him to get close before they would crawl out.

Nothing happened.

Hunk leaned over the bag and saw a scrap of white that sat on the top of the- were those leaves? He plucked the object off of the top and stared at it.

It was a solid minute later and he was still staring.

The picture answered some things, mostly there were only more questions. He understood it in parts - the top of Keith’s head angled over the coffee table, leaves laid out in a gradient, the flash that washed out his skin in comparison to his black t-shirt, his relaxed posture. Put together? Zero sense.

Hunk glanced over the picture at Lance. “What have you guys been up to?”

a/n: bless hunk, honestly.

and the candy wrapper thing happened to me today while I was at my mom’s doing laundry. this one got away from me a little a bit, but I had fun with it. I wanted to combine days one and two in a chapter so the story is now up on ao3! read it here.

#klancetober #Keith #Lance #klance #laith #Voltron: Legendary Defender #the writing tag

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speedilyloudpaper · 6 years

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You boarded the train at Manchester Piccadilly at 4.47pm, starting your journey to Sheffield via Stockport at approximately 120mph. You are going meeting Dom in his new house. You’ve never been to Sheffield but you’ve heard it’s a pretty nice city, according to Dom, anyway. The Trainline.com app said that the journey takes around 50 minutes. It has been 45. The last two of which have been spent in darkness.

Since boarding the train, you read a chapter of the book that Chris lended to you that you promised you’d read, you got bored and wished you’d brought some fiction, then decided to take your earphones from your bag and listen to some music and scroll through Reddit. In the last 10 minutes you assumed you were approaching Sheffield and, for the first time, acknowledged what was zooming past the window. You didn’t expect much, but even so you were slightly disappointed that there wasn’t anything to see from which you could begin to get a feel for what kind of place the city is. Sheffield had seemed like a bit of a strange place for Dom to choose to live in, and you were slightly eager to form some kind of opinion on the place, see what it was that had attracted your best friend to cross the peak district to a new life in Yorkshire. So far you’d only seen the normal trackside stuff; trees, backs of houses, litter, an industrial park. Nothing interesting. Then you’d entered a tunnel you didn’t see coming. That had been 3 whole minutes ago and you are still inside the tunnel; still the windows only show the reflection of the inside of the carriage. You think about taking a picture on Snapchat, with the caption ‘What a view!’, or something similarly witty.

It’s been 5 minutes since you entered the tunnel now. Getting a bit ridiculous, and also a bit weird. You look around at everyone else on the train. Nobody seems at all phased by how long the train has been travelling through darkness. You drop Dom a message: ‘How long is this fucking tunnel lmao’. He isn’t online so you don’t expect an instant reply and put your phone back in your pocket. You take a sip of your Sprite and realise Blue Monday by New Order is playing towards the end, so you start it again because you don’t feel like you’ve appreciated it enough while you were distracted. You lean your head back on the seat and close your eyes, not only to focus on the music but because you’re tired. Admittedly, it isn’t even 6pm and you haven’t done much all day, but your suitcase was kind of heavy, and travelling is tiring.

The song ends before you know it. You had started drifting into a light sleep, which is a little bit annoying because it is a bloody good song and, again, you didn’t listen to it fully enough to appreciate it. You look at the window. Still black. Wait. Still black? That song is like 8 minutes long, how the fuck are we still in this tunnel? You check your phone. It is 5.55. Dom has messaged you back.

‘What tunnel?’ Ok that panics you a bit. Dom makes the Manchester to Sheffield train journey fairly regularly, surely he would have noticed a tunnel that takes over 15 minutes to get through. Where the fuck is this train going?

You start messaging back Dom: ‘the giAnt fUcKing tunnel on the way to Sheffield, been in it f-’ Your phone dies. Black screen. You press and hold the power button in an attempt to turn it back on. Nope. Unresponsive. (Perfect)

Maybe you got on the wrong train, one that goes underground. But you remember checking the app five times to make sure you didn’t. And you didn’t see or feel the train descending, if it is indeed underground. (which is your best guess right now because surely you’d know about it if there was such a huge tunnel somewhere in the North of England)

You lean over towards the bald 40 year old man in the seat across the aisle from you

‘Excuse me… Where is this train headed?’

The man lowers his newspaper. You notice his eyes quickly flick up and down as he looks at you. You hope you don’t look too panicked. Or stupid.

‘Sheffield… we’ve almost arrived there,’ he replies, apathetically.

‘Cheers,’ you reply automatically, and begin to lean back into your seat, satisfied with the answer. Actually, no you are not at all satisfied with that answer. If anything, that raises more questions. You lean forward again.

‘Was the train rerouted or something?’ The man looks at you, blinks, and responds ‘I didn’t hear any announcements, did you?’ with a slight condescending tone and a glance towards the overhead speaker next to the digital display of the stops.

‘No.. I guess not’ you reply and slink back into your seat, then become annoyed at yourself for such a weak reply to his condescending tone, the kind of weak shit that justifies his use of tone, maybe to him at least. Maybe they rerouted the train and didn’t announce it. But why wouldn’t they? Maybe the route got changed sometime in the last week, between now and the last time Dom travelled from Manchester and Sheffield, so there would be no reason for them to announce it during this journey. Either way, fuck that guy.

Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace. A quote you remember seeing on Instagram, but who said it?

It’s been another 7 minutes which you spent brooding about the condescending tone with which the man responded to your completely understandable (given the situation) question, and you decide you need to forget the whole thing. You always let things like this take too much head space, and take things too personally. It is for these reasons that in the past you have thought about the ways you could kill or severely hurt someone for a good half an hour simply because they were rude to you and made you feel small. Of course, you wouldn’t admit these thoughts to anyone else, and you certainly wouldn’t ever actually carry out any of these fantasies, would you? (Is it my impulses or my inhibitions that represent my true self?) Not the time to think about that. The pain in your asscheeks serves as a reminder of how long you’ve been sat for, and you get the urge to be proactive and find out what the fuck is going on.

You sling your black rucksack over your back and set off down the aisles to find someone else who might know what is going on. The train is lined with rows of heads in books and newspapers and phones, a few sleepers and a few talkers. Nobody but you seems to be phased by the fact the train has been in darkness for the past 25 minutes. Just a typical train journey.

((The whole cast is here))

WhAt?

You get to the end of the carriage, where the doors are. Three people stand in here, leaning against the walls. A young Asian man is stood half in front of the door that leads to the next carriage, looking at his white iPhone with one earbud in.

‘Excuse me..’ you mutter.

No movement. He hasn’t noticed you. You clear your throat with a small cough and repeat yourself, more loudly this time. Still no acknowledgement. Whatever he’s looking at must be pretty fucking engrossing. With a sigh you step forward, tap him on the arm and begin to squeeze past him, when he finally looks up and steps aside, apologising. But there’s something about the way he does it that you find a bit off, and you feel him watching you as you step between the carriages. The engine is roaring loudly here and you can hear air rushing past. You wonder if perhaps you’re not in a ridiculously long tunnel but in fact the train is just going really slowly, however it doesn’t sound that way from here. Pushing the door through to the next carriage, the first thing you notice is that the lights seem a little brighter, everything looks a little clearer. Something feels very different, but you can’t put your finger on it. You are hit with the feeling that you shouldn’t be th-

He wasn’t startled at all.

That’s it, right? The thing that felt off about the guys reaction. Surely if you were totally oblivious to someone’s presence, you’d be a little shocked by them touching you. Instead it seemed as if, upon being touched, he had just decided to become responsive. You probably just imagined that though, right? Your mind is playing tricks. You must admit, the whole situation has you a little bit spooked and you feel uneasy as hell. What if you’re not in a tunnel, what if the whole fucking world has fallen into darkness. Stupid? Yes. Impossible? Indefinitely. But fear doesn’t listen to rationality.

In the next carriage, you see an overweight 40 year old woman outfitted in a Northern Rail uniform checking tickets. She might know something. You make your way down the aisle until you are stood near her, and wait for her to finish dealing with the passenger she is selling a ticket to.

It is only then that you realise how quiet this carriage is. In fact, silent.

She turns towards you, looks you up and down and flashes you a polite occupational obligation of a smile that says ‘What do you want from me?’

Something about the silence of the carriage makes you feel under pressure.

‘H-has this train been re-routed..recently?’ you ask.

Why’d you have to st-stutter like that? Just like you used to every time you had to answer a question back in high school. Back when you used to wonder how people could talk so confidently all the time, how they could really own their sentences and use their words as if the act of announcing an idea would make it official and important, rather than let their thoughts leak from their mouths and be bastardised by a barrier of awkwardness and anxiety whenever they were forced to speak.

‘This is the same route as always, do you need any help?’ replies the ticket collector. This is the opposite answer to what you expected; what you wanted. A simple ‘Yes’ would have explained everything away, put your mind at rest, and you could sit back down and wait to arrive in Sheffield.

‘Then where the hell are we? Why have we been in a tunnel for half an hour?!’ you blurt out without thinking about it, and you’re surprised by your own sudden brashness.

‘Tunnel?’ she replies with genuine confusion which you cannot believe. You glance towards the windows impatiently, and her eyes follow your gaze. As before, nothing but blackness and the dark reflection of the train’s insides. The woman seems to freeze up in front of you, staring at the black rectangles on the wall with slightly raised eyebrows and a mouth held tightly shut.

What the fuck is she doing?

It feels like a whole minute before she replies. She awakes from her trance with an awkward and apologetic cough. She looks at you.

‘I think you should sit down, we will be arriving shortly.’

You are halfway about to take her orders and sit the fuck back down and wait, but now you have more questions that need confronting. The situation makes even less sense.

How the fuck hadn’t she noticed? Why has nobody else noticed?

In your head you have started a mission that you need to finish, the confusion and unfamiliarity of the situation has fed something inside you. There is something else though, isn’t there? Something making you act. Something about the way the people around you aren’t doing anything, or at least not doing anything they wouldn’t be ordinarily.

It is most obvious in the people, but it isn’t just the people.

What is it then?

The light still doesn’t look right.

Why does that matter?

‘I-I’ you begin to say something to the stewardess. ‘I demand answers’ is what is on the tip of your tongue, but think it a little dramatic to announce out loud.

‘Can I speak to the driver or something?’

‘I think you should just sit down.’

‘I want to speak to somebody else. I want to speak to the driver.’

You don’t quite know why you’re making such a big deal, but there’s no way you’re sitting down. You start to squeeze your way past her, hoping she’ll take a hint and move out of the way, as there is no way you could push your way past this obese obstruction before you. She doesn’t budge at all, in fact the opposite; the vast weight difference means a gentle shove throws you into the seats beside her.

What the fuck?! Did she really just push me?!

The obstruction takes a deep breath, giving you a malicious admonitory look before continuing down the aisle.

Confused and pissed off, you take half a minute to comprehend what just happened. Before you’ve finished thinking about what to do next, you feel yourself running towards the door on the other end of the carriage. Yes, running! When was the last time you ran in front of other people? You can no longer even rely on your own fucking actions to be predictable.

‘Hey!’ you hear from behind you. The obstruction starts a high speed wobble down the aisle towards you, which in any other situation you would’ve found comical (followed by feeling guilty for finding it so funny), however right now, the sight of her pursuing you spurs you desperately towards the door. You swiftly push down the cold metal handle and pull open the carriage door, letting it swing into someone’s suitcase. The adjoining room is empty. Before you is the door to the driving room. You place your fingers over the handle. A meaty hand grabs your shoulder, sending electric bolts throughout your joints. Violently twisting your body round, you face The Obstruction, who you could swear has doubled in size. With all your weight and strength of desperation and madness, you shove her away from you, and are surprised by how easily her immense weight is imbalanced. You’re no physics expert, but you can see when her centre of gravity shifts beyond the back of her ankles. She falls backwards, with her rib awkwardly jamming into an armrest on the way down, creating a muffled crack like a floorboard under a carpet. She curls into a fetal position, an automatic reaction, as if you hit a reset button on her body.

Oh shit oh fuck oh shit WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Breathing hard and fast, you pull shut the carriage door and you find that hiding the situation from your view calms you a little bit. You lean against the wall; you’re sweating and your head throbs.

You look up and see the blue door that leads to the driving room.

What are you going to ask the driver? What do you expect to find out?

Questions like that stopped needing answering a while ago. The feeling you don’t belong feels stronger than ever. Rationality is out the window. It doesn’t matter what is behind that door, something doesn’t want you here.

You place your hand once again on the handle and push down.

Darkness

Loud noise.

Everything becomes black. You are surrounded by pitch black nothingness, as if you’ve been transported to inside a black hole. Suddenly lines of light appear, appearing all around you and joining together, creating a wireframe model of the train around you. You think of your childhood bedroom, when the room was pitch black and the light from the hallway would shine through the gaps between the door and the doorframe, creating the outline of a rectangle.

The exploding engine and whirring wind are deafening now, as if you are outside the train.

Where am-

Suddenly silence. Light returns. You are in the room at the edge of the carriage, standing before the driving room. The door to the left of you slides open to a train station. A blue sign that says ‘Sheffield’ hangs on the brick wall across from you.

You don’t quite dare step off the train, in case upon stepping off, the ground swallows you up and everything disappears again. You look into the seating area of the carriage, where people are grabbing their bags and leaving the train at the other end of the aisle. The ticket collector is in the middle of the carriage, and she turns and gives you a service industry smile like nothing has happened. Through the windows you see the other passengers exit the train and disperse around the station, to wherever they are off to next. You consider going back to your original carriage to get your suitcase from the shelves.

What the fuck does it matter now?

Hesitantly, you alight the train now that you are the last person aboard. The station is empty apart from you and the other passengers from your train, who are making their way to the exit or to other platforms. The place feels more than just unfamiliar, but otherworldly. You need to get out of there, away from anything to do with that train.

Following the signage, you make your way to the exit. The station seems to become more and more crowded, as it should be at this time of day, as you shuffle your way towards the city centre exits.

You are outside the train station, in a kind of public square. Water rushes down giant concrete steps of a water feature. You notice the way the light reflects off the moving water. You look up at the giant cuboid buildings of the city before you, more aware than ever of how 3 dimensional they look, and you wonder what is inside them.

The next thing you take note of is the people bustling up and down the slope that leads from the train station to one of the main roads of the city centre.

It is most obvious in the people

You wonder where they are all going, and whether they have the rest of their lives to get back to, or if they just cease to exist when they go out of view.

Where do you go from here? What do you do now,`````````* when faced with what seems like undeniable proof of something part of you had always suspected. That impulsive part of you that says ‘What the fuck does it matter, if nothing matters?’. The part of you that needed to be controlled, before you acted out all of your impulses and got killed or made a killer.

Do you jump into the fountain because the water looks cool? Run into the traffic? Punch somebody in the face just to see what happens? Or does part of you still cling to what you used to fully believe, what you had to assume to be true in order to function as a cognitive being; That everything you see is real?

But reality doesn't disappear and reanimate itself before you.

What do you do when an experience throws reality itself into question?

*my cat’s contribution that I decided to leave in, she trying to help.

#short story #writing #fiction #literature #horror #(maybe idk)#second person #reality #train #travelling #commute

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