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A Little Kindness: Chapter 11

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Explanation of AU

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

Summary: In which Raine meets Hunter years before canon, and decides that a kid like him could use all the help he could get with an uncle like Belos. Even if they couldn’t go much, they could try something, couldn’t they? Years down the line, Raine is exposed as a traitor to the Emperor’s Coven, and they are bound by the brand on their own wrist. Hunter notices. And as to be expected, he has more than a few complaints. It’s not a big surprise on who he goes to for help.

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“Eberwolf is coming.” Was the first thing he croaked.

Raine startled, blinking owlishly. He stared right back.

To their credit, it didn’t take long for them to process that information.

Their face set a moment later, pushing themself out of the nest with shaky legs, knees nearly knuckling underneath them. Hunter jerked forward on instinct, though Raine managed to snag the edge of the nest and hold themself upright.

“How far away?” They inquired, grim.

“I-I don’t know.” He admitted, swallowing on a dry throat. “A few minutes? They—Eber’s fast when they want to be, and he already had a head start when I left to warn you—”

“Do the others know?” They asked.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I told them.” He said, finally releasing the handle and stepping in, realizing only now he still had his staff, letting it retract before shoving it into the lining of his cloak. “Raine, we need to leave. Sneak you and the others out the back, hide in the forest, or-or something.”

“I hate to tell you, but I’m not going anywhere like this.” Raine said in some mock amusement, gesturing with a far-too-bony hand down at themself, struggling to stay upright.

“We can carry you. And Luz.” He insisted, tacking on the human half a second later. “It’s not—there’s,” he counted on his fingers for a second, “six of us, and two of you. And if we could contact Eda—”

“Hunter,” Raine strained, and it sounded so foreign and off from them that Hunter shut right up, “I appreciate the effort, but—we’re not going to get far.” They sighed, slumping a little before gripping the nest tighter when it made them waver. “I’m told that Hooty is good at his job, and if Eda’s gone this long with only being captured once, I’m inclined to believe her. The best we can hope for is that Hooty knows what he’s doing and that this place is defendable.”

“You will not be doing any defending.” He said immediately, just in case they were thinking it. “But, fine. If-if we can’t leave, then you need to hide.”

“And so do you.” Raine said firmly, and that gave him pause. “If the Coven doesn’t know you’re helping us yet, then I’m not going to be the reason they learn.”

He didn’t feel like admitting how relieved he was to hear that.

“Fine,” He repeated, turning to the side, “okay, fine, I’ll tell my—” He paused, froze, eyes going wide. Shit. “...I forgot my palisman.”

“I—” Raine snorted, of all things. “You what?”

“I left him!” Hunter whirled around. “I-I left him in my room! Oh, Titan he’s going to be pissed at me—”

Raine snorted again, one hand coming up to try and cover the grin they were starting to wear, which was grossly inappropriate for the circumstances, and he hated he could feel himself flushing over it.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” They soothed, despite looking right pleased with themself, “he’s a tough bird. Now, we should be telling the other kids to try and hide—”

The house shook a bit, startling the both of them into gripping the nearest solid object. Hunter heard the telltale sound of a high-pitched shrieking voice.

He shared a similarly panicked look with Raine, only a moment later leaping back and yanking the door shut. Raine moved away from the nest, trying to grab onto shelves and walls to make their way to the giant eye-window on the far side, only partially covered by curtains.

Hunter raced right past them, throwing the curtains all the way shut. Raine paused from where they were on the wall, legs shaking with the effort, and Hunter hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and pausing, barely an inch away from touching them.

“Sit down,” He insisted, not a command, he knew better than that, making sure they slowly guided themself to the floor, “I’ll keep watch.”

“But the others—”

“They’re stupid, but I don’t think anyone’s going to kidnap some idiots fighting alongside a bird tube.” He huffed, moving back to the window and easing aside a small hole in the curtain.

Hooty was stretched far up above the house, apparently trying to make himself look threatening, which worked pretty well. A blur darted between the trees, and he recognized the coloration as Eberwolf instantly. Good, no ratworms or other crawlies emerging from the forest yet.

Luz, he reasoned, would be fine. A little loopiness from the common mold wouldn’t kill her, and if her friends were in any way worth her time, they’d be making sure nobody got to her. His uncle didn’t want to capture her just yet, anyway, so they’d probably ignore her. Unless they couldn’t find Raine, in which case they would definitely take prisoners for interrogation, and at that point they may as well just keep them—

“Where’s Eberwolf?”

Hunter jumped, jerking away to see Raine had scooted across the floor until they were right at the window alongside him, trying to peer out themself. He let out a breath, placing a hand over his rapid heartbeat.

“I don’t know.” He said, peeking out once more. “He was at the tree line earlier, but I lost him.”

“Hooty will catch him if he comes closer.” Raine reasoned. “He is the house, I’m pretty sure he can tell who leaves and enters.”

Except for that time Hunter broke in through Luz’s window. He had been asleep then, though, so maybe this was different?

Oh, who is he kidding, they’re all going to get caught.

Hooty made a jerking motion, glaring at the trees before looping around the house, and appearing again at the other side. Not sure what that kind of barrier is gonna do, but sure.

There was a faint crash from downstairs, and Hunter stiffened, listening. Raine froze up as well, ears swiveling and head raising.

All that followed the crash was quickly hushed cursing, and no further signs of struggle. Awesome, they were just being stupid. He loved it here.

“I mean no offense,” He said slowly, glancing at Raine, who was evidently also cringing at the realization. Longer ears and whatnot, they probably heard it better than him, “but I question your choices in rebels.”

“They have their moments.” Raine shrugged sheepishly. “Really, it was more of a ‘if I didn’t help them they’d hurt themselves anyway’ sort of thing. I don’t often make a point to get kids involved with this kind of work.”

“Often, they say.” He muttered, peering back out through the curtains.

Raine snickered, ears twitching as they shook their head. Hunter almost smiled, despite the situation.

There were more footsteps downstairs, and Hooty shot off towards the left, to the trees at the perimeter. He cringed and drew his eyes away, not one to see if he was going to tear the poor guy apart. Or fling them through the air.

He wondered how bad of an idea it would be to kick the floor and hope that got everyone downstairs to get their shit together. He could still hear soft thumps, followed by a string of more swears.

“Hey,”

A hand on his shoulder, and Hunter tensed. The hand left immediately after, and Hunter shot a mildly panicked look Raine’s way. They gave an apologetic smile, and Hunter just felt worse. He muttered some unintelligible words, drawing his cloak tighter and attempting a slight lean away.

“Sorry,” They mumbled, which didn’t help, “I wanted to say that, in the likely event we’re fine and nothing overly bad happens,” a glance out the window before drawing back, “could we redo that whole introduction?” They asked, timid.

“Huh?” Hunter blinked, head fully turning to them, staring.

“You know, I occasionally imagined how I would meet you,” Raine continued, head tilted, “and that was…decidedly not it.” They winced, face scrunching. “I thought the voice sounded familiar, but I’m afraid my head was a bit scatterbrained.” They admitted, rubbing the back of their neck. “Honestly, ‘I’m not sure what you did, but thanks for the help’ of all things?” They scoffed, glaring off at nothing.

“S’fine,” He said automatically, still staring, “it’s—you didn’t know, and by all means it was ridiculous to expect you to know—”

“Still,” Raine sighed, looking back over to him, and he ducked his head slightly under their eyes, “I would’ve preferred a dozen different circumstances.” They said, and then they offered a hand. “So—I’m glad I get to meet you without the mask, Hunter.” They said with a small, hopeful, and still unsure smile. “Even if it was in…rather unfortunate circumstances.”

He stared at the hand for a moment. Nervously being offered to him, by the former Head Bard of the Emperor’s Coven, and a rebel who got so damn close to getting what they wanted. Who he had never held a full verbal conversation with in the four or so years he’d called them his friend.

He thought that maybe there wasn’t much of a difference between Bat and Raine. That the silly notes slipped under his door with a frantic need to help, and the nervous, stubbornly dedicated resistance leader who tricked a whole Coven, really could fit together that easily into one person.

He thought that made it a bit better. Just a little.

“Yeah,” He echoed, slowly raising his hand and warily giving it another shake, even if it was notably more awkward. What else were they supposed to do, hug? “It’s…it’s nice to officially know you, Raine.”

Raine’s smile widened near instantly, so Hunter let himself have one, too. Alright, maybe there was a little bit of bravery involved with this whole thing.

And then, of course, Hooty decided to start yelling.

Both of them jumped at the noise, whirling back around to stare through the window again. He swore it was just the blink of an eye before Raine was right back to a dead-set expression and searching gaze. Which had to be a little difficult on account of…well, no glasses.

Hooty was rearing up, and Hunter could see Eberwolf clinging onto something in the tube bird’s mouth before letting go, tumbling to the ground. Hooty shook his head, not unlike a dog trying to tear at a toy, and Hunter now saw that it was a slip of paper.

Eberwolf hit the ground with a bounce, springing back up as though they hadn’t fallen thirty or so feet. He growled and hissed, inching back to the trees, but made no further move to attack. Odd.

Hooty shot a glare the beast's way before slowly retreating back to the front door. Hunter frowned, then quickly stood. Raine startled, though he didn’t stop as he turned and made a beeline for the door.

He opened it, pausing and listening as he heard indistinct chatter from the floor below, probably only because there were so many people talking over each other.

“Hunter?” Raine called, confused.

“One second.” He said, darting out of the room.

“Hunter, where are you—?”

He slipped down the hallway, stopping briefly at Luz’s room to see the door was open a crack. He glanced in, seeing Luz laid across the floor, hands with socks on them raised over her head, moving lazily about with some unintelligible muttering. He figured that was something he did not want to deal with, and she was probably fine, so he made his way to the stairs.

The chatter was louder, now. Hunter hesitated at the top of the stairs before taking a few steps down, inching lower until he could peer through the doorway leading to the living room.

All the windows had either the blinds pulled down, or curtains drawn. The only light now was from the candles and lamps, and those were vaguely dim. He could see some people moving about, Willow and Katya by the front door and quietly muttering about something.

“What happened?” Hunter demanded, heads turning to him at varying speeds.

“Eberwolf gave us a note?” Amber said, sounding as confused as Hunter felt as he descended the rest of the way down the stairs.

“We ought to give it to Raine,” Derwin said, taking a look over Hunter as he breezed past him right towards the front door, “it’s about them, after all.”

“Let me see.” He commanded, the back of his hand batting Katya’s shoulder and causing her to jolt.

“Jeez, a little warning?” She muttered, sharing a look with Willow. “You’re the Golden Boy, you gotta know Eberwolf better than the rest of us, right?” She asked, holding out the slip of paper. “Does this seem…off?”

Hunter snatched the note from her hand, eyes flicking over it once, twice. The handwriting was barely intelligible, clearly made on the fly, and a bit frenzied. But, it was readable.

Want to help. Not hurt. Talk to Raine. On your side.

“Bullshit,” He said immediately, lip curling in a sneer, “and the stupidest bullshit I’ve ever read.” He scoffed, all but thrusting it back at Katya. “They’re not even a mediocre liar.”

“He has to know it’s a dumb lie though, right?” Willow frowned, looking over the note again.

“Eberwolf is barely more than a beast with sentience.” Hunter snorted, perhaps a bit cruelly. “Desperate people will fall to ridiculous lows.”

“Guys?” The short guy from earlier called from where he was by the window, staring out.

“I still think we should hand it over to Raine.” Derwin insisted, he and Katya glancing at each other. “Considering Eberwolf’s here for them, after all.”

“Guys?”

“What we should be focusing on is getting Eber out of here.” Hunter said firmly. “They’ll get tired of running around in circles eventually.”

“Guys?”

“Hey, I believe that a six versus one are some pretty good odds.” Derwin said, holding out his hands. “But this is still a Coven Head. Willow’s pretty impressive, but I don’t think she can beat Eberwolf. No offense.” He added.

“None taken.” Willow said easily. “I agree anyway, we really should form a better plan before we go running around.”

“Well, frankly, until the Owl Lady arrives, that’s what we’ve—”

“Fire!”

Heads all snapped up, eyes wide and hands held out. He thinks he saw Amber accidentally elbow Katya in the side from how fast she spun around, frantic and poised like everyone else.

The short kid stood at the window, glaring at the lot of them. Upon getting all pairs of eyes on him, he smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

“Great! False alarm. Now that I have your attention,” He continued easily, turning back around to look outside the window, “I think Eberwolf brought backup.”

Hunter reminded himself to be annoyed at him later. In the meantime he, and the others, hurried to the windows to peer outside. Well, Hunter peered, back pressed against the wall and out through a naturally made in the curtains. Everyone else pulled the blinds aside and were glaringly obvious.

Sure enough, flashes of white and gray could be seen through the trees. Hooty was still curled around the house, arched and hissing. The two scouts had either never dealt with Hooty before, or had a stupid amount of bravery, because they didn’t immediately go running back to the castle.

Instead, they circled around the tree line, braced and prepared, feet shuffling. They stuck close and walked in precise movements, clearly taking in everything to be noted down for later. Hooty kept hissing at them, low and warning.

“It’s fine,” Hunter whispered, though his voice sounded strained, “it–it’s just scouts. They’re strong, but much easier to fight than Eberwolf. And…and he’s really bad at working with scouts anyway, so—”

He’s not sure if he was trying to assure himself or the others. Either way, he didn’t have to find out if it was working or not. Because the scouts soon turned their heads close together, muttering to themselves and raising their hands. Their heads then turned towards Hooty, a faint glow coming from their fingers as they began to draw one joint spell circle—

And Eberwolf launched himself out from the trees, exactly behind them.

The odd part, Hunter found, was that Eberwolf landed directly on the scouts backs. And as they were startling from that, Eberwolf grabbed both of their heads in his paw-hands and slammed them together.

The scouts stumbled down, dazed by the force of it. Eberwolf braced himself as they fell, jumping up through the movement and harshly kicking down as soon as he was close enough. The scouts' heads connected with the ground hard enough that Hunter could only imagine the cracking sound it made.

Hooty seemed just as surprised as Hunter, and likely the others, too. Because he stopped hissing, instead staring blankly as Eberwolf crawled off the scouts and brought their fingers to their mouth, whistling loudly.

From within the forest, a small ratworm wriggled out, with bulging eyes and floppy skin. Which was the most normal thing about the whole situation; they were his favorite creatures.

Its teeth snagged the cloaks of the scouts, jerking its head around as though they were toys for a moment until Eberwolf gruffed at it. Its body jolted with the force of it gruffing back, but it stopped playing long enough to descend back into the woods, taking the scouts with it. Eberwolf watched it go, scratching some leaves out of his mane.

They looked back at Hooty. Hooty still stared. With what looked like a chuff, Eberwolf scurried off after their ratworm.

A moment of silence hung between those within the House. He could tell without looking that they were all as stunned as him.

Now, Hunter wanted to believe that this was Eberwolf’s poor attempt at gaining their trust. He did. The problem with that theory is that…well, it’s Eberwolf. They’re blunter than a brick wall, and when they aren’t, their lies are as obvious as the piece of paper Katya was still holding.

And these scouts, Hunter knew, weren’t with Eberwolf. He left much too fast to have grabbed any scouts on the way, meaning they were the ones Belos sent out. There was nothing but to be gained by using those scouts, maybe even grabbing others. Hell, it was more of a reason for Eberwolf to grab Raine and run back to the castle with those scouts, considering they’d just escaped a scuffle with the Golden Guard about doing that very thing.

And, well…Eberwolf didn’t seem like the type to try and go down that direction of deception.

“Give me the note.” Hunter ordered, pulling away from the window, face hardening.

Katya glanced at him for a moment before nodding and offering the slip of paper. He didn’t really make a point to be more polite when taking it from her, but, well…he didn’t try to be rude about it.

“Did Eberwolf come with those scouts?” Amber asked aloud as Hunter re-read the note again, double-checking the back and holding it up to a candle in case there was any invisible ink.

“No.” Hunter said stiffly, frowning when there was nothing else on the note. “They came alone. The Emperor sent those scouts.”

With that, and a set to his jaw, he turned and headed right back to the stairs.

No one stopped him. Though a few small murmurs started behind him as he hurried back up the stairs, resisting the nervous urge to twist it in his hands.

Luz was still the same in her room as he passed, though he noticed she had some weird mouse on her chest, and he cringed a bit. Should probably tell the others about an infestation before Luz tried to eat it, or something.

The door to Eda’s room wasn’t shut. Which he winced at the sight of because, right, he hadn’t shut it, and Raine could barely walk on their own. Nice going there, dumbass.

He leaned his head in through the doorway, peeking in. He was a little relieved to see Raine still off by the window, sitting sideways and not slumped over. They were pulling the curtains shut and turning around right as Hunter appeared, likely already hearing him, a thoughtful look on their face.

“Eberwolf has a note for you.” He said formally, striding closer as he held out the paper. “Before the…scout thing. You saw?”

“I did.” Raine nodded, reaching and taking the note from him, turning it over.

“I checked for invisible ink.” He added, just in case they were thinking it as they read the note. They, too, turned it over and inspected it for any smaller pieces of writing. Though they did have to hold it up closer and squint at it. He mentally jotted down a reminder for the others to find their glasses sometime soon. “This is all they said.”

Raine’s face pinched into a frown, still thoughtful, thumbing at the corner of the paper for a moment before nodding and folding it, tucking it into the breast pocket of the shirt they had. It was a bit big on them, and just from the raggedy style alone, he was pretty sure it was one of Eda’s.

“Sorry to ask this of you,” They said, only a tad sheepish, “but could you, uh, help me downstairs?”

“You’re seriously already going to talk to them?” Hunter frowned, hesitating only right after he realized he had already moved to help them. “Can’t you at least stay at a distance? From the window, even—”

“I most definitely do not have the vocal capacity to shout from the second floor.” Raine chuckled, reaching out, and it was instinct that had Hunter meeting them halfway and letting their hands clasp around his forearms, even if it made him flinch in a slight way that he was getting better at hiding. “Though I do hope that will come back to me, I happen to greatly value my singing ability. Besides, we’ve got a door demon.”

“This still seems grossly unsafe.” Hunter warned, even as he braced his feet and gave a tug when he had a grip on Raine, heaving them up onto shaky legs. “Perhaps we could ferry messages? You're stable enough to write, right—?”

“I’ve done riskier things before.” Raine assured, hunched and wobbling unsteadily as they held onto Hunter’s arms.

It felt very odd, feeling how knobby their fingers were through his sleeves. He got the feeling that they weren’t gripping as hard as they should be. Perhaps they simply couldn’t.

“If that’s true, I sincerely wonder how you’ve never been caught before now.” Hunter said bluntly, and he blamed Raine’s casual familiarity on how easily he said such things without an edging bite.

“You know, I’ve thought the same thing.” Raine hummed, clearly trying to move as much they could without leaning on him. “Might just be getting old.”

“Doubtful,” He said, attempting to hide how antsy he was as he guided them out through the doorway, “the coven has plenty of witches older than you, and I’ve seen them get hit by overgrown griffins.”

“Ah, everyone looks older in the coven.” Raine waved it off, a vaguely forced attempt at a smile as they hobbled down the hallway. “It’s a product of the nightmarish amount of stress that place gives. How sound are those steps?”

“Just avoid walking in the middle, it’s more fragile there.” He said automatically, stopping at the top of the stairway. “But you walked up here, didn’t you?”

“Fuzzy memory.” Raine tilted their head back and forth with a thinned-mouth smile. “I’m pretty sure I was carried, anyway. Believe it or not, I was worse than this.”

Hunter chose not to respond to that. Mainly out of guilt. Instead he held out his arm for Raine to hold onto, both of their hands gripping it as his other hand held onto one of their wrists.

It was kind of amusing, despite the situation, because he imagined it did look like those old posters and management videos about helping old people cross a road. Just…with a lot more backstory behind it.

He somewhat pushed Raine so that they were on the left side of the stairway, right next to the wall as they eased down. This did put him right in the middle of the steps, but he managed to avoid the creakier parts. Just in case.

“Is Eber back?” He called when they were nearly down the stairs, cautioning a glance up from the steps.

“No,” Willow called, “though Hooty says he’s—why is Raine here?”

Which was the wrong thing to say, because everyone who hadn’t been looking at the stairway sure as hell was now.

“Raine!”

“Raine, you can’t—”

“Please do not fall down the steps—”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Raine huffed, Hunter shooting a glare towards the BATs scurrying towards them as he helped Raine down the last step. “Titan’s sake, I’m shaky not dying—”

“Bad time to start with that dramatism,” Derwin winced, the first one there with a hand outstretched, “but please do not tell me you’re—”

“They want to talk.” Hunter hissed, ears pinning back. “Now would you move? I’d rather not put in the effort of shoving through all of you.”

“Please do not shove them.” Raine sighed tiredly, and Hunter immediately straightened and shut his mouth with a click.

“Oh, of course they do,” Katya groaned, pressing a hand to her face, though she did step out of the way, “for the love of Titan—”

“Hey, worst case scenario,” Raine protested, Hunter sending mean enough glares to have Derwin scurrying out of the way and Amber glaring back, but moving aside, “I do nothing, and Eber leaves. That should be proof enough he just wants to help.”

“Which I strongly advise we don’t do.” Hunter said quickly. “There might be backup on the way.”

“Weren’t the scouts backup?” The short kid from earlier called, perched by the window and occasionally peeking out through the curtains.

“No, that was just the Emperor wanting to keep an eye on all of you, which is another reason all of you need a better home base.” Hunter stressed through gritted teeth. “Darius, however—”

“There’s another Head Witch coming?”

“Of course it’s Darius.” Raine muttered, words almost swallowed up by Amber’s yelling. “Well, that might put a damper on this.”

“I can fend ‘em off.” Willow insisted from where she was by the short kid. “You know, worst comes to worst.”

“I’d rather that didn’t happen, but thank you.”

“I’d still prefer if one of them goes out to deliver a message.” Hunter said, taking Raine to the couch and almost pushing them down to sit. “You’re not exactly in the condition to—”

“Not it!” The short kid called.

“Eberwolf doesn’t speak, anyway.” Raine waved it off, leaning against the arm of the couch despite their complaints. “They can stay a safe distance away and sign if they want to have a conversation.”

“That still seems unsafe—”

“To be fair,” Derwin cut in, and Hunter sent an exhausted look his way, “none of this entire situation has been safe before now.”

“You are not helping.”

“Derwin, you are not advocating for Raine going out there—”

“I was just saying—”

“Are we calling Eberwolf over or not?” Willow sighed from the other side of the room. “‘Cause Hooty’s hissing at them again.”

“He’s hissing really creepily.” The short kid agreed, looking through the blinds. “That guy is braver than I’d ever be.”

“Open a window,” Raine said, bracing their arm on the couch, “and we’ll sign to each other. Easier to defend than an open door. Also,” they added as soon as Hunter, Katya, and Amber all opened their mouths, “the door demon is right there. I’ll be fine.”

“Then I’m getting a chair.” Hunter decided before hurrying off to the kitchen. “Someone go sit at the top of the stairs in case he makes it inside or climbs a window!” He called behind him, grabbing the back of one of the chairs.

“I’m not missing this!” He heard Amber complain.

“Yeah, and I’m not leaving Raine—”

“Luz is still—”

“And Luz is upstairs!” Hunter snapped, shoving his head back in through the doorway with a glare, and he caught Willow partway through rolling her eyes. Probably from cutting her off. Whoops. “While I’m convinced that human couldn’t be killed if she was thrown into the jaws of a slitherbeast, I’d still rather we didn’t risk it.” He sneered, dragging in the chair.

“I’ve got it.” Willow assured tiredly, patting the shoulder of the short kid, who went a little pale upon Hunter’s words. “Nobody be overly stupid.” She warned, pointing at all of them before rushing to the stairs.

“You don’t need to tell me.” Hunter scoffed under his breath as she passed.

“No, she does. No offense.”

Hunter made sure to flip off Katya as he set the chair by the window. He got the same gesture in response, albeit with a grin.

“Kids,” Raine chastised, though it came out more of a sigh as they pushed off the couch, hobbling to the chair with one hand on the wall, “behave.”

“You are no better—“

“I can see Eberwolf!” The short kid called, and Hunter gripped the back of the chair tightly as Raine eased themself into it. It was turned sideways, Raine’s legs hanging off to the right as they leaned the side of their body against the sill.

“Crack open the other windows.” Hunter commanded, anxiously moving off to the side as Raine grumbled about not being made of glass under their breath, reaching for the windows latch. “Just in case. We don’t know what kind of magic might be needed—“

Raine’s window swung open with a loud creak. It made Hunter jump, and Katya was right next to Raine in a second. Hunter pressed his back against the wall between the window and door, even if he was already out of sight.

It was as if all the breathing in the room stopped.

“Uh,” Raine stuttered, apparently not expecting the window to open that fast, but recovered, “Eberwolf?” They called.

Hunter didn’t dare look. But he watched Raine’s expression, and Katya’s, and their eyes tracked something moving out there. Hooty was still muttering and hissing under his breath, and Derwin and Amber scurried over to the window the short kid was at, easing it open much gentler than Raine had.

Raine, for their part, leaned against the windowsill and began to raise their hands, frowning as they began to sign—

Then they paused. They squinted, leaning closer out the window.

“Darius?” They mumbled.

“Plan over!” Hunter hissed immediately, waving his hand around in front of the window to try and pull it shut again. “We are not prepared for Darius, we need another course of—”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” Raine insisted, attempting to bat his hand away, which kind of worked, since he flinched when it got close to touching him. “It’s fine, I know Darius—”

“You know Eberwolf, too!”

“I meant more personally—”

“Whispers?”

Hunter froze. For a solid second before he retreated his hand entirely and pressed against the wall again, sliding onto the floor. Katya gave him a pinched expression, one hand gripping the back of Raine’s chair and turning her gaze back out the window.

“I’m not talking that loud.” Raine muttered under their breath, instead raising their hands to sign a greeting. That, at least, Hunter could recognize.

“I see you’re alive.” He heard Darius’s voice drift, accompanied by a growl from Hooty. “I must say, I’m surprised.”

Hunter caught what and want somewhere in Raine’s signing. Katya seemed to be muttering under her breath, apparently trying to make out the signs herself.

“To help, Whispers.” Darius stressed, and Hunter resisted a scoff. “Look—can we just come closer, please? I’m not shouting all of this to you—”

“Shout louder, or stay!” Hooty snapped.

“Oh for—Whispers we were trying to help, we hadn’t intended for our capture of you to be discovered, we simply thought it would look less suspicious.”

“Some help.” Raine muttered, signing again. Help was somewhere in there.

“Because you’re a terrible actor, Whispers.” Darius sneered, and Hunter felt less annoyed at his bristling when he saw Katya do the same, and much more visibly. “And you were going to be caught, anyway. We figured that if we got to you first, it’d save us the mess of two different fractions colliding with one another. We had no idea they would—alright can we please just come closer—?”

Hooty hissed again. Hunter felt some gratification at the yelps and curses he heard from the Head Witches in response to it.

“Learn to throw your voice!” Katya jeered, and got a reprimanding look from Raine for her troubles.

“I am not going to discuss treason by shouting across a clearing!”

“It’s called Bards Against the Throne, actually—”

“Don’t be a smartass.” Hunter growled quietly.

“I will be whatever I wish.” Katya sniffed. “Especially when they’re the reason I was in prison again—”

“I fail to see how this is our problem that your a repeat offender—”

“Shut up.” Amber hissed quietly, and promptly threw a pencil at Hunter’s head.

He whirled around to glare at her, ears pinned back. She stuck out her tongue, and Derwin shoved at her head. He almost wanted to thank him for it.

“Raine,” Katya whisper-yelled, and Hunter looked back up in time to see Raine lowering their hands from whatever they’d been signing, “are you insane?”

“Tell Hooty to let them come closer.” Raine told the kids across the room, still looking out the window.

“What?” He shouted, immediately clapping his hand over his mouth.

“All of this is suspicious unless they truly are rebelling.” Raine reasoned as if he hadn’t been obscenely loud. “And I don’t, actually, want to discuss treason across a clearing. They aren’t coming right to the window , just closer. You,” they continued, offering a hand, “should probably go hide somewhere. Just in case. Take Willow’s place, if you wish.”

“That is such a terrible idea I don’t even know how to begin explaining it to you—”

“Whispers, we kind of need to hurry this up.”

“What,” Raine started as they jerked their head up again, rasping halfway through and coughing, clearing their throat as Katya grabbed their arm. Hunter flattened himself further against the wall when he realized the voices were closer, and Hooty wasn’t hissing anymore, “whatever are you possibly in a rush for?” They continued, still not as loud as he’s sure they would’ve liked. “Worried the Emperor will need you at the last minute?”

“There is more backup on the way, Raine.” Darius stressed, accompanied by growling from Eberwolf. They were closer, and Raine’s ears twitched at the use of their name. “And I don’t know how much trust they’re willing to put in that golden brat, but there is a lot on the line here—”

“Hold on, hold on,” Katya spoke up, then immediately shut her mouth again. Hunter thought Darius and Eberwolf must have looked at her, or at least acknowledged her existence, “sorry, uh but–but you…golden brat?”

“The Guard.” Darius reiterated, and Hunter…paused. Pricked an ear.

“The Guard?” Raine repeated, cautious.

“The Golden Guard has reason to believe,” Darius started, voice lowering to a near-growl, and Katya bared her teeth when he apparently must’ve gotten too close, because his voice sounded a tad further away as he continued, “that Eber and I are not as loyal as he once believed.”

A grunt from Eberwolf. More of a disdained snort, really.

“...you suspect the Golden Guard knows you to be a traitor?” Raine clarified, eyes darting to Hunter staring up at them, his own brain slowly unraveling.

That…he mentally went back on the last few days. Rewind, sort through those last few memories.

There was a lack of report on Raine’s capture until Kikimora arrived on scene, a search of Raine’s office after it had already been cleared for anything that might’ve gotten left behind, the talk of breaking Raine out, the attempt to run off to the Owl House without informing anyone of their plan despite how useful backup would be—

“Suspect?” Darius snorted. “No, we know. He has his suspicions. Why he hasn’t told the Emperor, I couldn’t begin to fathom. But he most definitely will have now, after our little stunt.” He muttered.

Oh, for Titan’s sake.

“Stunt?” Katya repeated, sounding almost giddy as the realization hit her, too.

“Look, just,” Darius muttered something under his breath, “that brat will be here soon enough, though I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up yet to kick Eber’s head in by now. Considering how long it’s taken, he’s likely bringing reinforcements. Whispers, you are in danger here, do you understand?” He persisted. “If you do not trust that, surely you can at least trust that the second-in-command to the Emperor is a far worse threat than whatever me and Eber could pull?”

Raine’s eyes shot to Hunter, head remaining in place. He couldn’t bring himself to meet them. He just dropped his face into his hands, slumping forward.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He heard Amber across the room. “Surely, you’re joking.”

Hunter resisted the urge to groan. Couldn’t even muster up the terror to give Raine a panicked, pleading look to not tell the Head Witch who hated his guts that he was right beyond the door. All he could manage was to lean further forward, nearly in a ball as he dug his fingers into his hair.

He didn’t think there was an emotion that could compare to that night he realized who Bat was, sitting bolt upright and staring at the wall, fear so palpable he could taste it on his own tongue.

Apparently, there’s an emotion opposite to that. With dreaded exhaustion, mortified acceptance, and a hint of humiliation for flavor, all wrapped into a neat little bow.

“...right.” Raine eventually managed, slow and drawn out. “So…about that…”

He groaned, and he was sure Darius and Eberwolf heard it.

He hated his fucking life.

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truezero · 2 years

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OK TOH THOUGHTS let’s go (these are just in order of the episodes progression btw)

Spoilers for Clouds on the horizon below

-look at the collector being a silly little guy!! Love them fr fr

-“what if it’s all chaaaanged? What if YOU changed??” Dude

-“you can barely keep your human shape anymore!” DUDE

-ok so at the very least we know that they aren’t gonna make a new grimwalker while Hunter is still around

-but also Belos’ utter lack of care about him makes me :(

-Yeah Belos free the collector, I don’t think they’re one you want to break a promise of :)

-“you need to have more faith in pinky swears >:(“ the collector grows on me more and more every episode I swear

-I could go on a whole rant about why the shift from their initially just kinda silly behaviour (in my opinion) to truly childlike nature is what both warmed me up to them and made me very scared for him

-but that’s for another post

-KIKI GOT FUCKING DEMOTED LMAO

-I’m gonna punt her

-hidden Blight kids what they doing

-“Blights always uphold their end of the deal” FUCK you

-oh hang on so Odalia talks about “reconsidering her deal” with Alador and immediately moves into talking about how the kids should get more involved, does that mean that Alador has been convincing Odalia not to shove them into business work? I hope so

-HE LOOKS SO DISTRESSED OH NO

-I must say I am enjoying Alador’s gradual redemption. I like that he hasn’t been forgiven right away, reasonably so, but is working to be better I think that’s just a very good way to go about his character and I’m very happy about it

-ok scene change to sum up fuck Odalia I’m gonna crime her

-Dude I want to give King a hug so bad

-LUZ HAS A LITTLE PONYTAIL

-Eber is real funny lookin’ I love them

- AAA Eda seems like she’s trying to put up a brave face and I’m gonna sob

- EGG EGG WGG EGG EGG EGG THATS SO SWEET

-AWE EDA ENCOURAGING LUZ TO GO SAVE AMITY

- “bossy boots” 🥺🥺🥺

-Raine making a promise to Luz aaaaaa

-YES MAKE IT YOUR BATTLE CRY CAUSE PROBLEMS FOR DARIUS SPECIFICALLY

-DUDE Katya is so fun and also my sister is so gay for her

-THEY’RE BEST BUDDIES I LOVE THEM

-H U N T E R MY DARLING THERE HE IS HE HAS A NEW OUTFIT I AM GOING TO GIVE HIM A KISS

-HÉ HAS A HANDSHAKE WITH GUS AWE

-HUNTER BB NO YOU’RE MORE THAN THAT :(

-Gus using the thingy he nabbed from Adrian is so excellent

-“SORRY MAN” Hunter my beloved

-why’d they slide in like that gkdjdhd

-YESS Hunter jumping in to help Luz they are siblings your honour I love them

-THEY ARE ALL SO POWERFUL LOOK AT THEM GO

-LUZ GO BLUSHYYYY THEYRE SO CUTE

-ROMEO AND JULIET MOMENT WITH THE BALCONY MY GOD

-AYO flowers around the balcony??

-ODALIA FUCKING BROKE THE TAMAGOTCHI I’m gonna commit a crime actually

-they tried to burn down. The FUCKING factory. I sometimes fear the Blight twins just as much as I love them

-NOOO AMITY :( I’m giving her a hug too everyone is getting hugs

-Emira prompting Amity to talk about Luz,, I’ll cry methinks

-“I would say all that :)” they’re so cute I’m on the FLOOR

-THE FLOWER FRAMING RESEMBLES THE VINES AROUND THE WINDOW WITH EDA AND RAINE FROM TTBK

-LUZ SPINNING AMITY AROUND IS SO GOOD AND SWEET

-holy shit did the frame rate go up when amity said “I know”

-KISSKISSKISSSKISSKISSKISS AAAAAAAADJGIKSJDDH DISINTEGRATING

-c r i k e y

-They are such nerds I’m going to scream slash positive connotation

-AMITY MAKING THE SAME FACE AS BACK IN THE TUNNEL OF LOVE SHE LOVES HER GIRLFRIEND

-oh yeah everyone else is here too

-HUNTER LOOKS SO GRUMPY

-STEVE TIME

-ooh haven’t seen the elixirs in a while that’s slightly concerning

-HOOTY WEARING CLOTHES WHO DID THIS

-why is Amber the one piloting the ship she’s too TINY FOR THAT

-“it won’t change your voice, so try not to say much” that’s gonna come back

-EDA STILL HAS HER GOLD TOOTH I GUARANTEE THATS GONNA COME BACK

-oh god there goes her head I forgot she could just do that

-mmmm I don’t quite like that they just h a v e a sigil glove

-I trust Steve with my life but it is TERRIFYING that he can (is about to) brand Eda with a sigil just at any given notice

-why the FUCK does Odalia’s hair move like that

-Kiki looks so pathetic it’s incredible

-they are hiding :)

-AWE NO LET KING HELP

-THE COLLECTOR IS IN KING’S HEAD THATS PROBABLY NOT GOOD

-I do NOT like how even the collector HIMSELF is doubtful of Belos’ integrity I am so prepared for him to betray the collector (never planned on freeing them in the first place maybe?) and the collector to go NUTS

-maybe that’s how we get collector!Luz? They team up because the collector feels betrayed and they’re like “Y’know what we do not like each other but this puritan bitch has to go”

-is king getting kidnapped with a trail of hex mix I swear to god

-The music is always so peppy when we get a new Blight product that dichotomy of sound and what’s actually happening is AWESOME

-SNORSEPOWER

-Snorses :)

-dude Kikimora just getting fucking picked up is so funny

-“IM TALLER THAN E V E R Y O N E” she’s so unhinged oh my god

-she’s going to kill someone with that

-and I have no idea if it’s going to be on purpose or not

-WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A RAT THAT LOOKS LIKE ALADOR

-is that his palisman

-I’m gonna start a riot if that’s his palisman

-I don’t even mean it negatively just fucking RAT

-Hunter trying to trick Odalia has no right being as funny as it is

-Dude how did Odalia not notice the abomination-purple hair poking out of one of those masks

-stop calling his voice annoying :(

-“sOrrY mAn” coven scout noooo

-AYO every one of the wild witches in this scene look awesome why are these designs so jammin’

-ok good King didn’t get kingnapped

-King hanging out with Alador? Not what I expected but I’ll gladly take it

-how is Odalia still running a business dude you can’t just fire HALF A TEAM and expect the same work rates

-I hate her

-she’s literally a toxic store manager but a million times worse

-GIRL GIVE YOUR HUSBAND A WEEKEND OFF WHAT THE FUCK

-“sounds like I joined the wrong coven” does mans not get LUNCH BREAKS??

-THE WIND BLOWING AFTER KING MENTIONED NEVER MEETING HIS DAD

-IS THE TITAN TEYING TO GIVE HIM A LITTLE PUSH ON THE SWING

-SCREAMING

-dude did Alador make that swingset for the kids??? It’s very abomination-y so it doesn’t seem unlikely

-I hope so that’s so cute

-“I’m gonna spend more time with my kids. Get to know them.“ SOBS

-oh fuck he knows now

-“I’m tired of all this draaama” I’m going to kill you

-AWE AMITY DEFENDING LUZ LOOK AT HER STANDING UP TO HER MOM I’M SO PROUD OF HER

-“oh no, no, that won’t do” dude she’s literally acting like Luz is like,,, a fashion choice or an object she’s so yuckyyyy

-YESSS GO AMITY SHE’S SO POWERFUL

-STOP HUNTER LOOKS SO SCARED AT KIKI THREATENING TO BRING HIM TO BELOS

-all the more reason for me to punt her

-“The Emperor has eyes everywhere” THERE BETTER NOT BE A TRAITOR I SWEAR TO GOD

-I really hope it’s just the collector watching through King and not a traitor

-oh fuck they plotting

-GO AMITY HELL YEA SHE IS UNBELIEVABLY POWERFUL

-“IT WAS THE POWER OF SCIENCE” what a nerd

-WHAT THE FUCK SHE KNEW ALREADY

-ODALIA IS SO SO ICKY

-G O D

-bro Amity gets her red-faced trait from her dad that’s kinda cute

-THANK YOU ALADOR FOR REALIZING YOUR WIFE IS SHIT

-I forgot how oracles fight that’s pretty sick

-WAITWAIT LUZ DID THE HUNTER TELEPORT

-THAT’S NOT NORMAL

-ARE THEY ILLUSIONED AS EACH OTHER

-ok “Hunter” blowing a raspberry at Kiki they’re definitely illusioned as each other

-“Hunter” did Luz’s classic little lip curl

-I will now be pointing out every detail that is proving this until either they switch back or I am proven wrong

-“LUZ” HAS A TOOTH GAP

-I REPEAT

-TOOTH GAP

-also both of them aren’t talking much did Steve not say illusions can’t change voices 👀

-Ok so Luz’s plan was definitely to illusion them as each other for some reason yea

-unfortunately, the jet pack did indeed work

-NO ODALIA LETS NOT GET BACK TO BUSINESS I AM GOING TO BITE YOU

-YES GO AMITY CUT HER OFF

-mmm Odalia calling amity “princess” just really gave me the icks I Do Not Like

-AYO Alador can pack a fuckin punch his eyes went purple and everything

-“Also, I quit” DIVORCE ARC

-“I’ve been meaning to find a new competent business partner anyway” Odalia that’s your fucking HUSBAND. Who you are MARRIED TO

-this slightly implies that she married him purely for business and that’s just :(

-and off into the mist she goes

-bye bye bitch I hate youuuu

-damn even Alador is scared of Odalia

-Gus is still holding an illusion even though the fight is over 👀 👀

-DUDE I FUCKIN CALLED IT

-THERE HE IS

-HE LOOKS SO DISTRESSED HE IS NOT USED TO KINDNESS FROM ADULTS ALSO HE IS NOT IN FACT LUZ

-oh no

-OH NO

-OK SO LUZ GOT HERSELF CAUGHT AS HUNTER ON PURPOUSE

-WOW THATS NO GOOD

-FUCKING CLIFFHANGER GOD DAMN IT

FINAL THOUGHTS

Very good episode 8.5/10 Hootys from me

#the owl house #toh #toh season 2 #toh spoilers #toh hunter #toh luz #emperor belos #toh lumity #toh the collector #more characters to be tagged but I don’t feel like it lmao

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years

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Here we are with Eda's Requiem! This is one I've been eagerly anticipating, thanks in no small part to one Raine Whispers. You know the drill.

Opening with Eda being a soft owl mom❤

Also, she has her own keepsake Grom photo❤❤❤

Oh, impending empty nest syndrome? (Heh, how approriate, considering she has a literal nest)

Ooh, a preview of bard magic?!

Oh, that seems...ominous...

That was an impressive flying sequence! Whatcha training for, Luz?

There they are! Raine! My beloved!

Oh my god they're adorable

Wow, Eda, you sure do sound like you definitely don't want Luz to stick around for a while longer

Guess Lilith took the brain cell with her when she left

Ah, a race! So Luz wasn't playing Grudgby after all

Boy, Eda is doing her best to avoid that particular subject, huh?

Really pushing the "apple blood = booze" angle here

Oh, hey, it's that one demon hunter lady! Makes sense they'd all be wild witches, I suppose

The bartender's name is Kevin and I don't know how to feel about that (that's my name)

Either that mask spun around or Eda's punch was powerful enough to twist his head around. In which case, damn

Oh, there's the band! Bard magic!

Even with a mask they can't get over the stage fright

(I still love them)

Also, very impressive how they can pull stuff off with singular string plucks. Guess they're the head of the Bard Coven for a reason

Bards Against the Throne. BATs. Clever!

Ah, there's the sewer scene that kept showing up in promo images

Trailer shot of Raine!

Aaand blushing at being embarrassed by Eda. Looks like they'll kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll.

Still, glad to see they're not bitter exes

Flashback time!

Fuck, the framing is so romantic, it has to be intentional

Facing your fears by punching them in the face? Sounds like Eda, all right.

Those who were hoping for blushing Eda are being fed

They really wasted an opportunity for Luz to train with Willow

"LEAN ON ME!" Let's hope Hooty doesn't cover Bill Withers anytime soon

"You're not our mom!" Give it a minute, Amber.

So food fanfic girl's name is Katya! Good to know

"Rainestorm" it's not Rainedrop, but I'll take it!

Forgot to mention: these two are so obviously yearning for each other and it's amazing

I'm sorry, but Raine summoning Eda's...mandolin(?) while lounging like that is sexy as fuck

The way the curse affects that magic is fascinating

Oh yeah: title drop!

Amber turned around quickly, didn't she?

Keep on putting that off until the last possible moment for dramatic effect

Everything about the Cup of Ephemeral Glory is hilarious

And Eda's gonna miss the whole thing, isn't she?

Where's Admiral Ackbar when you need him?! *remembers TRoS* Oh. Right. God that movie sucked.

Ooh, Abomination and Beast Keeping heads!

Also, Horde Prime is that you?

(Looked it up. That is, indeed, Keston John)

Sick burns, King

Every once in a while Luz reminds us how good she really is with those glyphs

If people weren't simping over Darius before, they will be

It's really cool to see more beast keeping and abomination magic in action, ngl

Also glad to see resourceful use of invisibility glyphs

Also also, loving the way Raine is bridal carrying Eda. They stronk, indeed.

Oh shit, utilizing the curse

Uh, Darius? Buddy? You literally turn into abomination goo. A bit of mud seems like small potatoes in comparison.

Oh shit, they're going feral

This sequence is amazing

Oh, there's the question.

Raine, you botched that quote, but I appreciate the sentiment

(God, they're cute)

Aw fuck

NOOOO GODDAMNIT RAINE

(The stage fright gag was set up to punch us in the gut, well done)

Eda is clearly devastated...and so am I💔

Oh that picture is wonderful

Somehow I had a feeling Luz wouldn't win the race

Even the vomiting? Wow, this episode is just callback central

Even Eda knows the power of social media (and her username is Badgirlcoven!)

Okay how dare they show such an adorable shot of Willow in her room (Might have to post separately about this)

Amity still rocking the purple hair

KING DAD REAL?!?!?! AND HE HAS WINGS!!!

KING CLAWTHORNE!!!😭

Much tears very cry wow

Eber is a little shit love it

Oh hi Kiki fuck off

I am very okay with Darius calling Alador a hack

KIKIMORA I WILL END YOU HSSSSSSSS

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHYYYYYYYYYY

I guess they're not dead?

THEY BETTER BE OKAY IN THE END I SWEAR TO THE TITAN

Wow! Loved this episode! My favorite this season, probably due to Raine! I love them! I'm a simp! I'm Raeda trash!

That aside, so many amazing moments, and the music was top notch. This show is a gift!

See you for Knock Knock Knockin' On Hooty's Door! It'll probably hit us out of nowhere, knowing how this works.

Can't wait for this post to be buried by the Comic-Con panel😆

#the owl house #eda clawthorne #luz noceda #king clawthorne #raine whispers #kikimora #hooty #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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harleenfleck · 4 years

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“His darkest day”

Arthur Fleck x Reader Fic

Summary: You are with Arthur in a beauty relationship for a long time, you’re in love with him, remember warmly all those beautiful moments that lived together, until you see in your mailbox a terrible farewell and heartbreaker letter, causing you to run to save your Arthur.

Warning: Angst (looooooots and looooooots of angst), hurt/comfort, mentions of suicide, mentions of self-harm, and a little bit of fluff (Just a little).

Words: 3.4k

Notes: Well my clownies! Last night I had a really angst dream, becoming nightmare. I’m thinking about this strange dream, and my two neurons made synapsis and I said “Why not?”

So, this is my first fic in English for this fandom (And in general, omg). I want to say thank you to my two neurons, my weird mind for having that weird dreams and the Collins Translate for help me to translate some things I don’t how to write in English HAHAHAH

There will be some misspellings on purpose but cause it's something Arthur wrote.

I'm sorry if I make some grammatical, spelling or writing mistakes, English is not my native language, and I may translate this fic into my native language (Omg will be fun to do)

Hope you like!

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Another long day came to the end.

You’re so tired, really was a long and heavy day in the work. But that does not really matter, because your mind was in another place. A happy place.

You’re in the subway, thinking about in the only human to whom your heart belonged. Arthur and you were dating for 1 year and 2 months, you knew him perfectly, and honestly, was the best year of their’s life’s.

You closed your eyes and your mind traveled to the day you and he met.

It was a little funny because that night you were dating another guy, which you thought might he will be a good couple. But things were not so, that idiot had leave you standing at the place of the date, in Pogo's Club.

Angry and disappointed,you feeling like a fool, the place was full of people, full of couples. You wanted to disappear. The owner of the club announced the list of comedians who would show that night. While you were drinking a glass of wine, you thought it best to leave the place, why keep humiliating yourself like that?

“H-hello” A shy voice you heard, you look up and see an emeralds eyes into a gentle face.

“Hello” You replied his greeting respectfully, and why not? smiled at him too.

The man seemed to be debating to tell something or not. In the end, he did, stuttering by the way. “I-I’m sorry, I-I just arrived here and all the tables are full, and I w-was wondering... I’m asking me if y-you don't mind, if...”

“Sit here? Of course not! you can sit with me”

He, more confident, took one chair and sat next to you. You looked at him well, looked at his curly hair, the shine on his eyes, his blue sweater, his hands, and again, you looked his face. You blushed a little when you realized he is was attractive. “Have you come here before?” You asked to him, and he took a little while to respond, because he didn't think you were really speaking him.

“Eh, yes, once a week” he responded, shy again, you smiled for that.

“Oh, I see. This is my first time here”

“Really? It’s a great place here”

“Well, I hope so, I want to have a good memory from this place. My date never came”

“What? Somebody stood you up?”

“Yes, a stupid idiot, but I don't want to talk about it, it makes me angry, better will be to enjoy the moment” Seeming to understand, he stopped asking questions about it. "My name is y/n" You introduced yourself, and he blinked. His gaze got confused, but in the end, he did what you did." Arthur, my name is Arthur"

You smiled at him again, you looked at a notebook was in his hands. "What is that?"

“Oh, it is, it's a journal, I use to make annotations and observations... It's just..." Grieving, he wasn't so sure to complete the sentence, fearing it would be ridiculous "…I want to be a comedian, and I need to learn things…"

He bowed his head, waiting for a rejection from you.

But that was so interesting to you the fact he studied whatever was necessary for his training. You found it fascinating the way he prepared for his dream.

"Seriously? That's great!”

He raised his head, a little incredulous, were your words really true?

"Do you really think that?"

“Yeah! I mean, there are people who are getting ready, but you're putting dedication! And that must be recognized"

Arthur was surprised, it was the first time he told anyone about his dream and they didn't laugh or mock it. Hours passed, even though the stand-up shows ended, you two kept talking about a lot of things, until almost the owners of Pogo's kicked him and you out there.

Definitely the best thing that could happen to you was to be stood up.

It didn't take long for you two to start dating, you had to be the one on the initiative because you knew Arthur could be very shy, but that something you understood perfectly. He didn't used to relate with others because when he did, he got rejection, taunts and punches.

You learned everything from him, even the smallest details, the little scar on the top of his lips, the scent of his hair, his favorite cigarette brand, his dark yellow jacket, his little cards.

You learned his weaknesses, his strengths. His scars in his soul. You learned his illnesses, his condition, his medication.

Anyone would have advised you "No, with him no y/n, just look at him, he goes to psychiatrist, he was locked on Arkham, he uses seven different medications, that relationship will be difficult and problematic for both, more for you" and you would have completely ignored it.

It was something you already knew, something Arthur actually warned you at the beginning of the relationship "I don't want you to feel obligated to be with me, I know I'm a mess, and I don't want you to carry my demons".

But everyone deserves to be loved, Arthur should not be the exception to that rule.

And you love him, and you were willing to give him all the love he deserved and needed.

You blinked and returned to the present, the subway reached your destination. You went down and walked a couple of blocks to get to your apartment.

While you were arriving in your mailbox, you were thinking of making a call to Arthur, he should have gotten home in that hour. Days earlier, you noticed him down and depressed. You knew that's what he meant when Arthur warned you about him. But you were by his side, supporting him. You couldn't change it, you couldn't fix it, you couldn't do better, it would be amazing if it was that easy, if your love fixed all his problems, but it wasn't so.

When you opened the mailbox there was only one letter. You didn't pay much attention; you took it and closed the mailbox.

Once in your apartment, you dropped your bag on the couch and took off your jacket, you headed to the phone and called Arthur, on the other side he was just on standby. He didn't answer the phone. "Maybe it hasn't home" you thought, and you worried for a moment.

Arthur was so helpless, the wicked people of Gotham used to take advantage of that and attack him. Many times, you've had to heal his lesions. You're afraid that was the case.

You wanted to distract yourself from that terrible thought, so you looked at the white letter and realized that letter was from his. It had your name written, you recognized his handwriting.

You opened it instantly, and you regretted not to open it before.

“My dearest, y/n

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry to hurt you…

You're the most amasing and purest perzon I’ve eber met, I don't know why you were with me, I don't know why you did it, maybe I'll neber know, you're beautiful, you're special

And I’m really sorry to tell you in thiz letter

But I can't do it anymore, my dear, I can't do it anymore. So much darknes inside me, so many negative thoughts. I'm tryin to fight all that awful feelings, I tried to just think of you, cause you're the only one who bringz me peace and love.

You're my one and only one, y/n

But I can't, I can't fight with the pain. My only exit is to give up.

Forgive me for makin you know in this letter, it's so cowardly, but I don't want you to find any other way and hurt you more...

What the fuck am I sayin? Shit, I'm really sorry, my y/n

Please don't stop libing for me, don't let this stop you. I love you, and whereber I am, I'll take care of you, I'll alwayz take care of you. I promise.

Arthur”

You got paralyzed, you were in shock. Tears came out of your eyes and ran down your cheeks.

It couldn't be possible.

"No... Arthur no..."

You ran to the phone back, typed the keys and waited for me to response it. Silence again.

“No, no, no, no, Arthur no, you can’t!”

And to your mind came the worst thought you could have. Maybe he wasn't responding because he wasn't here anymore, maybe he wasn't responding because he was gone.

“NO!”

You took your bag and ran away.

You ran down the stairs and left your building. You got to the bus stop, and fortunately it was coming. You got on the bus and sat down. crying in front of people, and they were staring at you. Judging you. Feel pity for you.

You still had the letter in your hand, you read it, looking for something, anything damned that told you something, that made sense. The pain in your chest is agonizing.

You thought about the last days of him and you together, looking for some sign that would warn you about what he was going to do. Some sign that said “I'm going to commit suicide”.

Crying, you only remembered that he was sad, you remembered that you hugged him for hours, stroking his hair and giving him small kisses on different parts of his face. You remember when he had a laugh attack you took his hand, hugged him again, and told him everything was going to be okay.

Really you wanted to promise.

You thought you should have done more; you should have made him understand that you'd always be with him. You should have told him more you loved him.

"Shit, no, please don't" you cried again on the bus, you were so afraid.

Stay with me Arthur, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me. It was the only thing you could think.

After an eternal trip, the bus arrived at that stop bus you knew so well. "STOP THE BUS! STOP THE BUS!" You screamed hysterically; people turn over to see you again. The bus stopped and you only can say “Thanks” and get off the bus so quickly.

You ran and ran and ran to those that eternal stairs. You remembered how funny It was to Arthur that you couldn't climb them fast, that you always got tired before you got to the top, and how much you envied him for putting up with all that workout.

Every memory was as if a knife stuck your heart in.

This time you had to tell your body that it shouldn't stop, no matter if you hadn’t a physical condition, you shouldn't have stopped. You ran up, with all the energy you had.

Stay with me Artie, don’t leave me, please don’t leave Art, don’t leave

It was the only thing you could think of, the only thing that gave you hope, it must have been alive, it still had to be. You stumbled and fall, hurting your knee. No, it wasn't time to check your own injuries, you had to get to Arthur, you had to save him.

You got up and went back up the stairs until you reached the end. You ran again to the address of his building. You looked at the building from afar, the lights in his apartment were on. Could that mean a good thing?

You walked into his building, and you got the idea again that you had to run into the stairs, you couldn't risk using the junk elevator in his building.

In that elevator that when stopped Arthur and you took advantage to give himself long and charming kisses.

Please Arthur, don’t leave me

You went up the stairs until you got to the eighth floor. You ran to his apartment door.

And you stopped abruptly.

A cold shiver you felt, paralyzed. That torment was so horrible. You were afraid to come in, you were afraid to open the door and find Arthur lifeless.

As soon as you thought about it, you wanted to die with him, you didn't want to see his dead body, you didn't want to be at his funeral, crying in his coffin, you didn't want to bury him in a cemetery.

He are your whole life; he are the love you always dreamed. You didn't want to lose him.

With more fear than you could stand, you took the doorknob and turned it. You pushed the door slowly and you came in the same way, you were so afraid to find his body.

There was nothing in the living room, there was nothing in the kitchen either, or at least what you could get to see from the kitchen. You looked down the hall, empty.

He'd probably be in his room or in the bathroom. And you didn't have the courage to get to the room or the bathroom.

You looked down and, on the floor, you found his jacket. Your feelings were overflowing in your eyes. Seeing his jacket on the floor for you was the meaning he was already gone. You crouched down and took her jacket, hugged it, it had his scent.

Everything was so quiet, everything around you was clouded. Everything stopped makes sense. You cried with sorrow. You felt lonely, so lonely. Your heart broke.

And in the midst of your crying, you moaned his name.

“Arthur”.

You were hoping that just saying his name, give you the strength you needed in that moment.

You hugged his jacket harder. You didn't want to live without him, you didn't want to do all your plans without him. You felted you are nothing without him.

“y/n?”

Your breathing was cut into a deep drowning and you regained the air your lungs needed. And somehow, your soul returned to your body.

He was there. He was still there.

The voice came from the room, without thinking and while hugging his jacket, you went there.

You walked to him, and you saw him.

Arthur was sitting there, sitting on his bed, without his shirt, his eyes were swollen, and you could see a few small cuts on his wrists. Your heart broke again, but you tried to hold on.

“What are you doing here?” He asks so confusedly and fearful.

“What you think?”

And you couldn't hold it anymore. You went to him and you hugged him. He hugged you tight, too. You both cried.

"I’m so sorry, y/n" Arthur cried "It wasn't my intention, it wasn't my intention to worry you"

“Art…”

You couldn't even talk. And as weird as it was heard, you were happy, happy that you could hug him one more time.

You looked at him and without losing the opportunity, you kissed him deeply. He needed love at the time, he really needed it, and you'd give it to him.

“Art, sorry”

“What? Why?”

“I'm sorry if I haven't shown you all my love. Arthur, I was so scared, I was so afraid to lose you…"

You couldn't help crying in front of him. Just moments ago, you thought he wouldn't be with you anymore, that still hurt, even when he was in front of you. And Arthur couldn't help feel so guilty when he saw you cry.

“Please forgive me, y/n, forgive me…” Feeling embarrassed, Arthur tried to explain himself “I couldn't stop feeling bad, I couldn't. I just wanted to stop feeling so bad. I'm sorry if you're worried, y/n, I’m sorry”

And without his body warning him, his condition came afloat. You knew that when those attacks happened, he needed you more than ever. You cuddled his hair, gently put his face between your neck and your shoulder. He laughed for a long time; it was the first time he laughed too long with you. You waited patiently, caressing his back.

“I…I tried" He was finally able to talk "I made me a few cuts... But I thought of you, I thought of us, and I couldn't go on..." You felt his warm tears fall on your neck, and yours came out of your eyes again "I didn't know if I kept going, I couldn't after I thought of you. And you came, y/n. You came here and saved me…”.

He raised his head a little and saw you in your eyes again. "If you're angry with me, I understand. If you want to leave me, that's fine, you don't have to stay with me, not after I put you through on this”

You gasped. You couldn't believe what Arthur was telling you.

“Art, what the fuck are you...? No! I'm not leaving you for this "

“But y/n, I don't... Just look at me, I'm a fucking mess. I worried you, I made you cry, you don't deserve this, I definitely don't deserve you"

You took his face with both hands and looked him in his eyes. "Arthur, I wouldn't be angry with you for this, I'm not going to leave you too. Stop believing in that”

“But y/n”

“But nothing, Arthur… I love you; I really love you…”

“Y-y-you, are you sure y/n? are you sure about…?”

“Yes, Arthur, you know I take love seriously; I'll take ours seriously too"

A couple of tears fell from Arthur's eyes, he looked down again "Do you really love me? Even when I'm a... A freak?”

Arthur looked at the wounds on his wrists. Did you really love him despite that?

“My darling, you’re not a freak. I love every part of you, even those that others consider bad”

Arthur felt he was going to die of love. He hugged you back. "I’m sorry y/n"

"I forgive you, my Arthur. I'll always be with you, never doubt that"

As he hugged you, Arthur felt safe, felt like he was in home. Only you could make him feel that way. He had been so alone in his life that as a result of that attempt to attack his own life he feared losing the only good thing he had left: you.

You went to the bathroom for a medicine cabinet, you healed those cuts that he made himself.

“y/n?” Arthur asked, still embarrassed.

“Yes, darling?” You responded calmly.

“C-can you stay with me tonight?”

You couldn't help smile at him

"Of course I do, my Artie" And you saw him smile. The smile that melted your heart. You took off your shoes and uncomfortable clothes, staying in your underwear. Arthur asked about the injury to your knee, you told him it was an accident at the work, you didn't want to make him feel bad. And oddly enough you started to feel your body tired and hurt after running all over Gotham.

Both went into bed, you hugged him and he hugged you again, and returned to give him little kisses all over his face. “y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I love you too”

Both smiled, you kiss his lips, kissing him deeply again. You still kissing his face until he could sleep.

You knew it was going to be hard, you'd been warned, but with Arthur you weren't going to give up, you weren't going to leave him alone.

You remembered that everyone deserved to be loved, even him. You would love him, despite the difficulties, even though he might fall into pieces from time to time, you would always be there for him, to heal his wounds, to help him get up, to love him in his darkest days.

#Joker #Joker 2019 #joker fandom #joker fanfiction #arthur x reader #Arthur x you #Angst #Hurt/comfort #love #Joker 2019 fanfic #Artie #omg this is my first fanfic in english #I'm so proud to translate it #maybe gonna translate to my mother tought

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twinklecheeks · 5 years

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Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 5

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. I’m just illiterate lmao.

Warnings! pregnancy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word Count: 1.7k

David’s house:

You walk into the house and everyone is already making bets on what are the genders. Zane, Heath and Todd bet both boys, Matt & Corinna bet a boy and a girl, Mariah/Carly/Erin bet both girls. Y/n: “Hey Natalie, can I talk to you in the car outside?” Natalie: “Sure. How are you feeling? I feel like we haven’t talked in months.” Y/n: “I’m doing great but I have to talk to you about something important.” Natalie: “Like what?” Y/n: “All the girls know who the father of my twins are and I don’t want you to freak out…” Natalie: “Why would I freak out?” Y/n: “Because Jeff is the father...” Natalie: “Wait, Jeff cheated on me?” Y/n: “NO NO NO. We kind of had this friends with benefits for months before you dated. He ended it with me before he asked you out. He was the only person I’ve been with during those months so I know it’s his.” Natalie: “Does he know?” Y/n: “No…” Natalie: “Why doesn’t he know?” Y/n: “Because he didn’t treat right. He was a player and I was under his charm. I was basically wrapped around his finger until I had enough.” Natalie: “I mean… I’m not surprised… Jeff looks like a player.” Y/n: “I just hope I don’t ruin your relationship. I told him during our last fight that I hope he treats you better than he treated me. If he wants to be in their life, that’s fine but if he doesn’t, I’ll ask him to sign his rights away once they’re born.” Natalie: “Thanks for telling me… Are you going to tell him?” Y/n: “Yeah but I wanted to tell you first incase he blows things out of proportion.” Natalie: “Understandable. I’ll go get Jeff.” She gets out of the car and goes into the house to tell him to go talk to you in the car. You see him walk out and you panic a bit.

Jeff: “ummmm hey?” Y/n: “Hi.” Jeff: “Nat said you needed to tell me something.” Y/n: “Okay but you can’t blame me for not telling you sooner. You have been such an asshole to me.” Jeff: “Telling me what sooner?” Y/n: “These babies are yours…” Jeff looked like he saw a ghost. He went pale like he was gonna pass out. Jeff: “Excuse me??!? How the fuck you know those babies are mine?” Y/n: “Pretty simple. You were the only guy I slept with since New Years until you dumped me for Natalie.” Jeff: “I don’t believe you. I want a paternity test once they’re born. Until then, I don’t want anything to do with you.” Y/n: “what the fuck do you honestly believe I just slept around? Wanna know something dick head?? You were the only person I wanted to sleep with because I was fucking in love with you but you treated me like shit and I let you do it for too fucking long. I was blind with something that was never going to happen. But I finally realized what I deserved.” Jeff: “Oh boo hoo I don’t want to hear you sob story and you better keep your fucking mouth shut about this.” Y/n: “Oh honey, you are way too late for that. The girls and David know and I just can’t wait to tell the rest of the guys.” Y/n runs out of the car so fast and locks Jeff in her car. Jeff: “WHAT THE FUCK YOU CRAZY BITCH.” You quickly run inside and lock David’s front door but Jeff get’s in through the back door. Y/n: “hey to the guys who don’t know who my deadbeat baby daddy is, it’s Jeff. Jeff runs in right as you finished that sentence. He basically doesn’t want anything to do with me or the kids he helped conceive until he knows for sure.” Jeff: “YOU SHIT THIS IS WHY I DIDNT WANT TO FUCKING BE WITH YOU. YOU ALWAYS FUCKING THINK YOU’RE THE RIGHT. YOU DON’T EBER FUCKING LISTEN WHEN SOMEONE TELLS YOU SHIT. YOU ARE EXACTLY LIKE CIERRA TRYING TO ACT LIKE YOU’RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. WELL GUESS WHAT SWEETHEART, YOU’RE A NOBODY.. Y/n: “honey the difference between me and Cierra is that she cheated on you and dumped your ass cause she realized how much of a low life you are. You are such a piece of shit. I wish these babies weren’t yours cause I hope they don’t fucking turn out like drug dealers and go to prison. I don’t need you. Sign your rights away once they’re born because I’m fucking done with you saying lies about me.” Y/n turns around to Natalie. Y/n: “Natalie. Good fucking luck.” Jeff was livid. He hated when someone brought up his past mistakes so when you mentioned that you hope the twins don’t turn out like him, it stung. Jeff: “I’ll gladly sign my rights away cause It’d be hell dealing with you and those things for the next 18 years.” Y/n: “don’t fucking call my children that.”

The whole vlog squad were stunned with how Jeff was treating you. Natalie: “Jeff…. WE’RE DONE.” Jeff: “babe plea-“ Natalie: “Save the apologies. It’s too late. You think I’d pick you over her. Girl code bitch.” Todd: “dude, just leave.” Everybody is just so disappointed in Jeff. They thought he was a nice guy but he never showed that side of him. Natalie: “y/n I’m so sorry. If I knew I would’ve never gone out with him.” Y/n: “it’s fine. He seems like Prince Charming at first and then becomes a snake.” Heath: “baby, just know all of us are here for you. It takes a village to raise a baby.” Zane: “she’s gonna need 2 villages.”

1 day later (the night before the gender reveal)

(Y/n is spending the night at Kylie’s house since the reveal party is gonna be at her place)

Y/n: “I told Jeff he’s the father.” Stass: “NO FUCKING WAY.” Kylie: “HOW DID HE REACT.” Y/n: “It was bad… I explained everything and he completely flipped out. So I said if he doesn’t want anythng to do with me or these babies, sign his rights away so I can have full custody.” Stass: “Did you tell Natalie?” Y/n: “Actually, I did. Natalie and I have known each other for longer than we’ve both known Jeff. I knew she wouldn’t get mad at me. And I made sure to tell her that I wasn’t trying to get in between her and Jeff. That ship sailed months ago but she saw all the horrible stuff he was saying and dumped him.” Kylie: “Damn I would’ve loved to be there for that. I Would’ve ripped him a new one.” Stass: “We should get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow! What do you think it’s gonna be? I hear there’s a bet going around.” Y/n: “It’s a tie between twin boys vs twin girls.” Kylie: “Let’s just wait and see what the colors are tomorrow.”

Gender reveal party

Y/n is officially 4 months pregnant and it’s reveal day!

Kylie: “Wake up sleepy head. I know you’re tired with carrying 2 babies but we gotta get you glammed up. Y/n: “Ughhhhh why can’t I just be lazy and stay in bed.” Stass: “Cause you’re finding out what you’re having.” Y/n: “You can just tell me right now :)” Kylie: “ABSOLUTELY not. Kylie’s team then comes in and spends 2 hours doing your hair, make-up and picking out your outfit. You had to choose between a pink and blue maternity dress. You picked the pink dress and have your nails painted matte baby blue (Pictured below how you look)

Once you’re ready, you head downstairs and a bunch of your friends are there. You were glad to see your family, including your dad. He still wasn’t talking to you but he was there. Everybody was having a good time eating, playing the classic shower games like guessing what chocolate is in the “poopy” diaper and other stuff like that. Kylie: “Okay guys! Gather around so we can find out the genders of the twins. Final voting. How many people think they’re boys?” About half think boys, and the other half is equal between boy & girl twin and just girl twins. Kylie: “So y/n is going to be revealing baby A and you guys are going to be revealing baby B.” Kylie gives you the powder cannon. Kylie: “Are you ready?” Y/n: “AHHHH I NO IM NOT BUT I AM.” Everybody: “3! 2! 1!”

Y/n: “IT’S A GIRL!!!! AHHHHH.” Everybody is screaming. Stass: “To the people who bet, y’all better be praying that you’re right.” Kylie and Stass hand powder cannon to everybody at the party and the countdown begins again. 3.. 2… 1!!!

IT’S ANOTHER GIRL!!!!!! At this point, you’re just sobbing. You’re having 2 girls. The only thing you care about in the moment are your baby girls. Zane: “Man we lost the bet. I thought it was gonna be boys.” Mariah, Carly & Erin: “Ayyyye we won!!! Now give us our money.”

A couple of hours later

David: “So I guess you’re not naming one David Jr.” Y/n: “You thought I would?” David: “HEY! You promised for 250k...” Y/n: “I was never going to accept that. A joke is a joke.” David: “How you feeling knowing you’re having 2 girls?” Y/n: “I think it’s pretty ironic. Jeff treats women like shit and look what happened. I’m having girls. But I don’t mind. Baby girl clothes are way cuter than boy clothes.” David: “I just wanted to let you know that I’m in it for the long run.” Y/n: “Huh?” David: “Y/n, I have had a crush on you since before I met Liza. I was crushed when she dumped me and you were always there. You were the only one who was always there for me through thick and thin. I know this is bad timing telling you this but it’s because I was too much of a scared little bitch to tell you. I will be there every single step of the way. I’ll go to your appointments with you if you want me to and be there helping you through labor if you want me to.” Y/n: “I’d love it if you were there for me all the way.”

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Yoooo I AM SO SORRY I SAID I WAS GONNA POST EARLY. I had the chapter mostly done but it felt very boring so I basically rewrote most of the chapter. I might take longer than usual for the next chapter cause I have no Idea what to write next... Also, sorry if this chapter sucked.

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whatta-babe · 7 years

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Sweet Cake Sweeter Kisses| Sam Holland

A/N: So I just finished writing a one-shot. Pretty shit. Haha, yeah. I decided to move out of my comfort zone and write an actual one-shot instead of a headcanon. I was inspired by Sam’s Instagram story that he posted yesterday of a Spider-Man cake and the fact that the Holland brothers are very competitive against each other. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Light swearing

It is February 13, and you are mentally preparing yourself for what may or may not be a traumatizing experience. You see, every year your boyfriend, Sam, and his twin, Harry, have a competition on their birthday. Who has made the better birthday cake for their brother? It is a vicious and yearly battle between the 2 boys, and as of right now, Harry is in the lead by 1 point.

The entire Holland family (including Harrison because he is an honorary Holland) decided that Harry’s cake was better than Sam’s camera design. So yes, Sam is super bitter. You had not been able to cast in a vote because you are incredibly biased towards your boyfriend of 3 years. And no one better tell Sam this, but you are kind of glad that you were not allowed to because you would have chosen Harry’s as well. Shhh!

But this year Sam decided to bring out the big guns- you. With your super-mega-awesome baking skills (Sam said it, not you) and your literally-oh-so- amazingly-amazing artistic talent (you can quote Sam on that too), you were going to help Sam win this thing.

It had taken a lot of groveling on his part before you finally crumbled. Honestly what really sealed the deal was when he was pressing gentle kisses up and down your neck. He should not be allowed to do that because he knows how that turns your brain to mush! The nerve…

But here you are now, tying an apron over one of Sam’s shirts that you had stolen some time ago. You really hoped that you could help him win this year. The reason that you had been so reluctant to agree in aiding Sam was because you didn’t want him to be disappointed in you if you couldn’t help him succeed. Of course logically you knew that he would never be because Sam is the most loving boyfriend of all time but still.

As Sam strides into the kitchen with his long-ass legs, he dons his own apron. It was going to get messy in there. “Harry is at Tom’s flat right now making my cake so he won’t be bothering us for the rest of the day (mind you it is currently 9:35 am).

“Great!” You swiftly pull Sam down by his neck to kiss him square on the mouth. When you pull away just as quickly, Sam whines slightly as his lips chase your retreating ones. “Nuh uh, mon ange. We need to start baking.”

With a small pout, Sam’s freckled face settles into a concentrated one. He is skimming the old recipe book that is laying on the counter top. Your partner had asked you to bring it because you would be making the chocolate ganache cake that you had once made for Sam when he was having a series of bad days. He had been instantly enamored with it, and he was sure that it would score some major points with the Holland judges.

“While you start baking the cake, I prepare the icing, fondant, the piece that we had backed yesterday, and the tools we need to decorate this,” Sam informs you authorially. You roll your eyes because even though your babe is a total sweetheart, he practically becomes a different person when it comes to making these cakes. His competitiveness with his brother is extreme.

After 30 minutes of combining ingredients and getting every measurement just right, you finally place the 10x12 pan in the oven to bake. You sigh as you lean against the counter to rest for a second. Sam had been very no-nonsense for the last half an hour, and it was quite tiring. You knew that he just wanted to beat his younger twin, but you had been kind of hoping that this could be a fun coupley activity. But then again, you had also been expecting to be traumatized.

Speak of the Devil, and it shall appear. Sam seems to materialize out of thin air, and you jump a bit as he comes behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist. He places a smooch onto your shoulder blade before resting his head on yours. “I’m so sorry, love.”

You frown in confusion. “What are you talking about, darling?”

“I know that you aren’t having a lot of fun, and I also am aware that I’m being a bit of an ass.”

You quickly turn in his arms and bury your face into his chest. “It’s ok,” you mumble.

“No it’s not, sweetheart.” He takes ahold of your chin to tilt your head up. “I’ll chill out.” He then proceeds to press kisses all over your face. Cheeks, nose, eyelids, chin, forehead, lips. No part of your face goes un-kissed as he smothers you.

You giggle in delight and smush his face against your hand as you push him away. The oven timer then goes off. Perfect timing! Quickly grabbing the oven mitts, you bend over to collect the freshly baked cake. From behind you, you hear your lover groan.

“If you weren’t bending over a hot oven, I would totally smack that ass.”

“Sam Anthony Holland, you get your ass to the table so we can decorate this cake! What a little shit…” you finish mumbling.

You carefully walk over to the table where Sam had set up everything you need to decorate the cake while you had been making it. As you two chatter quietly to yourselves, you cut the cake into different shapes and attach them together with icing while looking at the reference picture as your boyfriend starts almost water coloring the fondant that covers the base of the cake. You two had made that piece yesterday, as it would have been impossible to complete the entire cake in one day.

When you finish constructing the object, you begin to carefully write the dainty words onto it…

5 hours, 1 flour, and 3 ½ icing wars later, you have completed your masterpiece. Good God you are exhausted! You better freaking win because if not, you are going to take this beautiful piece of art and shove it in everyone’s’ faces.

You lean on Sam heavily as he drapes his arm around your shoulder. He’s kind of hanging onto you because he is just as tired. Who knew decorating a cake could wear you so much? You situate the cake in the middle of the platter that the Holland family had gotten the boys a long time ago specifically for these cakes. With the help of Sammy boy you cover it with the lid. Tomorrow you will find out the results.

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You are startled awake when Paddy jumps on you and Sam. Both you and your boyfriend groan in pain.

“It’s time! It’s time! We are going to vote now,” Paddy rushes to speak before sprinting out of the room. A few seconds later you both hear his footsteps scampering back, “Oh, and happy birthday, Sam!”

You just look at each other in amusement and start to shuffle out of bed. “Happy birthday, mon ange,” you whisper to him as you kiss him sweetly. You then proceed to bend down to grab the oddly shaped present that you had hidden under the bed.

Sam stares in aw, but refuses to take it. “No, love. You already helped me make Harry’s cake. Plus, just being with you is present enough.”

You wrinkle your nose at him and grin. “As sweet as that is, babe, just accept it.”

He sighs in defeat. “Fineee,” he says dramatically before quickly tearing it open. He gasps in excitement. “It’s us! In a book!” he cutely exclaims.

“Haha, yes my love. It’s a photo album.”

Sam takes you by surprise when he lunges at you. You two fall onto the bed because of the momentum. As he starts kissing you, Paddy arrives again.

“Ew, guys! I told you to come on already,” he whines before leaving once more.

Both of you giggle together as Sam aides you in standing back up. “Let’s get this show on the road then,” you egg Sam on as you walk together down the hallway into the dining room.

In said room, every Holland is looking a little bit fatigued but very excited nonetheless. It looks like Christmas day all over again.

In the center of the table lies both cakes covered with their dish covers to not ruin the surprise. You don’t know about Harry’s cake, but you sure are glad that the Holland parents had gotten these boys such ginormous platters because damn, the one that Sam and you had made was extremely large.

Paddy is practically buzzing with excitement as he waits for Sam and Harry to stand behind the cake that the other twin made for them.

The moment the cakes are unveiled, it seems like all of the air in the room is sucked out. Everyone except for you and Sam had gasped in amazement as they gazed at your cake.

Their eyes are glued to the realistic looking camera and suitcase. Attached to the beige bag is a blue passport, and there are special printed edible pictures adhered onto it with frosting. And perching on top of the case was the camera that you had baked the day before. It is quite the sight if you may say so.

Paddy breaks the unnerving silence. “Welp I choose Sam’s. Harry’s is cute and all with that La La Land themed, but it’s got nothing on Sam’s! How did you even do that?”

Everyone murmurs in agreement. “Y/N helped me,” your boyfriend boasts. “Try it! It’ll be the best you’ve ever tasted,” he continues to brag while you try to shut him up.

You’re blushing when you say, “It’s just an old recipe that I have. It’s really nothing.”

Tom, who had come home for a small break in his hectic filming schedule, starts moaning then. “Dis is da befst frukn thig eber,” he states. When your boyfriend’s family all agree, you blush.

“Okay everyone! I think it’s time to vote,” Sam rushes.

In one minute all the votes are cast, and Paddy finally makes the announcement. “We, the Holland family, have pronounce that the winner of this year’s Sam/Harry Twin Cake Duel-Off is… Sammy “Mon Ange” (at least according to Y/N. I still don’t know that it means) Holland with a 4 to 1 vote! Just saying, Harry, it was mum, and I’m pretty sure that she only did it out of pity.”

You all laugh at the end, and the whole lot congratulates Sam and you. Sam simply won’t shut up about you! The bragging is never ending with that boy, is it?

You turn to observe Harry and notice that he looks slightly glum. When you walk over you say, “Aw, Harry. Don’t feel bad about losing! It’s beautiful.”

Harry nods. “Yeah. I’m honestly not really mad or disappointed about it. Yours is really amazing. Thank you for the cake. I hope Dad took a picture before it was cut into.” Harry gives you a sweet hug

“Of course, dude! You’re like my brother! I’m glad you liked it. And I’m pretty sure he did. If not, Sam and I took quite a lot yesterday.”

Sam strides over to you and leans some of his weight on your side as he slips his arms around you. “Let’s try some of that scrumptious cake that you made.”

You snicker at him. “Scrumptious? Who says that? But yes, let’s. I’m also definitely trying Harry’s though too.”

Your partner nods his slightly red head. “Yeah! Thanks for the cake, man. It looks really nice.” His arm leaves your body when he wraps his arms around his twin. Sigh. How cute!

When they untangle from each other, Sam seizes your hand to pull you to the two baked goods. While he cuts a piece of the cake that you had baked together you collect a slice of Harry’s. It really is pretty.

You and your lover proceed to sit down at the table with the rest of the loving Hollands, but you too are in your own little world. God. You love him so damn much. And helping him out wasn’t so bad. You too had such a pleasurable time doing it together in the end.

In the enchanting bubble you and Sam had made with the love and affection for each other you and your loving boyfriend feed one another pieces of delectable cake. Sam blushes and giggles as you try to wipe the frosting that he had accidentally smeared on you. When you can’t seem to find it, Sam leans in and kisses the frosting away (that was apparently on the corner of your mouth) before moving to your lips. It is sweeter than any cake you have ever eaten and decide right then and there that there is nothing lovelier than the tender kiss of your soul mate.

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