#eggs is almost completely from memory dont come at me
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Its been 9 years since it came out, but I finally saw boxtrolls. Absolutely love the character designs, so I had to draw eggs and fish. Hes just going on an 'evening stroll' with wini, but fish insisted he should 'dress for the occasion'. Idk maybe a bit out of character? But nonetheless fun to draw.
#boxtrolls#eggs trubshaw#fish#im very tired and I have a slight headache but had to draw this#eggs is almost completely from memory dont come at me
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The New Apprentice Part 4
Maul x sith!reader
Word Count: 3k
WARNINGS: Fear, graphic depictions of death and fire, slight gore. Mentions of slavery again, being tortured. Thoughts of suicide. But I promise it's also fluffy.
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Without a sun to draw you from your slumber this ‘morning’ you were not the first one to wake. When you opened your eyes there was a dim light from a data pad a few inches from your face. Headlining something about a new attack against the Duchess of Mandalore by a terrorist group. Your head was too fuzzy to make the words out so you simply closed them again. Bringing you back into the world were two realizations. One, your head was gently rising and falling. Two, you felt warm fingers drawing light, rhythmic circles on your lower back. If you weren't slightly hung over you would have sworn that you heard a gentle purr beneath your ear.
You caressed your cheek on whatever you were laying on. "Are you awake dear?" That low velvety voice you recognized asked you. Opening your eyes again, fighting through the daze you took in the details around you. Your arm was wrapped around Maul’s waist while your leg lay over the top of his thighs supporting the back of the data-pad. His lovely red and tattooed fingers brushed against your thigh as he held the device in place and slowly scrolled through the article. You tilted your head up to your master quickly realizing how close your faces were. He smirked down at your heavily lidded eyes. "How's your head?"
"Not as bad as I would've guessed if I'm being honest."
"Good." He stated turning his attention back to the news article. "I would've made some caf but as you can see you've kept me pinned to this spot all morning." Redirecting your eyes to the story he was reading you stated simply, "eh I'm not sorry. If you wanted your caf that bad you would have just moved me or woken me up for that matter." You felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled.
"You're not wrong."
A few more minutes passed in a comfortable silence; you hadn't moved. Maul made a mental note of your comfortability as well as his own. You didn't know this but you were the first living thing to touch him so gently and for so long. Every time your skin came into contact with his made him feel like it was a first and every time you parted, he feared it would be the last. You yourself hadn't been touched kindly in quite a long time either and relished in the contact. Grateful for now that it wasn't talked about. It just happened.
"Do you think this Mandalorian Duchess will be assassinated?" You asked.
"Not if the Death Watch wish to seize power. The people of the planet wouldn't support them. She has the love of her citizens for now and that I believe is what's keeping her in her station." You hummed in agreement at his statement.
Maul sighed and put the data-pad on the table next to the bed and ran his fingers through your hair absent-mindedly. You looked up at him. He ran his thumb across your cheek and gazed into the eclipse of your eyes. His own pupils dilated just slightly before he blinked and looked away.
"Come, as comfortable as this is, we should both get some food in our systems." Your stomach rumbled just as he said this causing him to smirk. "It seems as though my timing, as usual, is perfect."
Reluctantly you rolled over and stretched, causing the tunic you wore to rise dangerously high. Maul noticed this. The two of you made your way to the common area. He made the caf and you fried up some large mystery eggs you found in the cooler after verifying with him that they were in fact food.
"So master, what's on the schedule today?" You asked before stuffing your mouth greedily with the hot breakfast.
"You're going to practice your patience. Meditation. I was lax with you yesterday but were going to be traveling quite a bit and we can't play sabacc constantly."
"Anything I should focus on?"
"Well albeit odd, you made quite the connection with that rancor. See if you can't reach out and keep tabs on him. Or something else of your choosing. Try to reach out as far as you possibly can. I'm interested in your limits." You nodded your head and drank your caf.
You spent some time stretching before sitting down back-to-back with your master on the floor. You closed your eyes and allowed the heavy blanket of the force to swallow you up until you no longer felt the metal floor beneath you.
Images of the forest on Dathomir became clear. The swaying of the surroundings as if you were looking through Angel's eyes. You were glad he was okay. Then something else tried to take over. You let it happen. The old man who taught you sabacc appeared. "There's no need to hide little one. I won't sell you off or hurt you. You look hungry. Here.... where are your parents?"
The vision changed and you were standing in the center of your village. The jedi that came to test you spoke without feeling, without caring, "no we can't take her. She’s far too emotional, chaotic even. If we teach her to use the force she will only be consumed by hatred, evil and darkness." Tears fell from your small eyes, only three or four years old. "I'm not evil..." Then everything was burning, your friends were screaming and you ran. You ran to your home which was overwhelmed by the inferno. Your mother was crawling out of the front door on her belly completely engulfed in the flames. Her skin half burned away and eyes melting. She tried to say something to you but the only sound she could muster was a throaty gurgle of blood before her life rattled away.
You turned to run, your mother's gurgling screaming in your ears. You kept sprinting until you were older, chasing a small prey animal in the wilds of an unknown planet you had traveled to while stowed away on a transport. Catching it in your hands, you were so hungry you tore into the crying creature, blood dripping down your chin.
More fire blazed around you. Mountains of scrap. Again, you were eating live vermin but your legs didn't feel like yours. You couldn't feel them at all. Eight spindly legs of scrap clumsily carried you down a hole. You screamed a name that felt foreign on your tongue until your throat burned.
Your arms were chained to a ceiling, dangling you so your toes just brushed the dirt floor. You won't submit. He whipped you until you were drenched in your own blood, convulsing from the electricity but you didn't scream. You didn't cry. You felt your savior's presence like the shadow on a wall. You knew he'd come for you... eventually. All you had to do was hold on. To wait for him.
There he knelt in front of you. While you were bound in the market place. The Zygerrian removed your blindfold, your eyes cold as he looked into them but your mind screaming "PLEASE. PLEASE TAKE ME. GET ME OUT OF HERE. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE. I DONT WANT TO BE ANYMORE! IT’D NOT FUCKING WORTH IT!”
Your eyes shot open. Utterly blown in fear, in rage, in torment. Once again, your master knelt in front of you but it was different this time. His eyes were soft, worried. He wanted to touch you; his hand outstretched but he didn't know if you wanted to be touched. Instinct made you shrink away and bare your teeth, eyes darting rapidly around the ship. Quickly accounting every detail to ensure this wasn't a vision. Once you were almost convinced you crawled back to your master and with a shaky hand you reached and touched his face. You felt him, he was real. Only then did you settle, pushing the beast back down inside you.
Maul's nails dug into his thighs as he went over in his mind everything he had seen. He looked to you again, you wouldn't meet his gaze.
"Please know I didn't try to go inside your mind Y/N.." he used your name and spoke softly.
"A door appeared in front of me, I didn't know what lay beyond so I opened it and I saw... everything, felt what you felt." He paused "I know you saw one of my memories, before Savage found me."
Only then did you look at him, apologetically. "I'm sorry master I don't know what happened."
"Were you going to kill yourself if I didn't take you from that slaving scum?" Genuine concern shown in his eyes and shame flickered across yours. You sighed a single "yes." He nodded in understanding. He inched a little closer to you. "Do you still think about doing that?"
"Master... it's been 20 years since I lost my family, my village.. and 15 years since that man taught me to play the cards... it had been 15 years since someone cared that I ate or didn't outright try to harm me or kill me. Until you and Savage came along. No, I don't want that anymore." He lunged towards to and pulled you tightly into a fierce embrace. One hand gripping your back and the other woven in your hair.
"Please know my life is better with you in it little one." You inhaled deeply with your face nestled in his neck. Taking in his scent like you'd never smell him again, your arms firm around him as well.
Without thinking you glanced at the chronometer within your view. "Thirteen hours?!" You exclaimed. "It felt like ten minutes." Maul pulled away from you. "Nothing kills time like sleep or meditation."
"Well now I feel like I need the former." You pinched the bridge of your nose and rubbed one of your temples.
"That’s fine but.... I'm not going to dance around it tonight. You're coming with me again."
"Oh you'll find no argument here." You tried to smile but it twitched.
You opted to shower before going to sleep. Clean body clean mind, or so you tried to convince yourself. Maul was waiting for you in his bed, chest bare to you and his back leaning up against the wall. The reflection of the data-pad shining across the lenses of his reading glasses. It would have been a sinful sight if your mind hadn’t been otherwise occupied. He looked up at you, sheepishly standing at the foot of his bed. Setting the device down on his bedside table along with his glasses he leaned forward and stretched his hand out to you. Slowly you crawled up and over to him. He pulled you onto his chest and wrapped you up tightly with the soft fabric. Thrumming of his twin hearts easing the anxiety in your belly.
"We will reach our destination tomorrow."
"I've never been to Corellia before. What’s it like.”
“The inhabitants of Corellia have always been known for an insatiable wanderlust which led to a booming ship building economy. It exports talented pilots and ships while importing just about everything. As far as core worlds go, they don’t ask questions other than ‘what are you buying’.”
You replied with a hum and closed your eyes, allowing his hearts beats to lull you to sleep.
Thinking for just a moment before stifling his worry, Maul brushed his lips lightly to the temple you had rubbed earlier. Feeling a deeper kinship with you after what he had seen and realizing you had a past that wasn’t unlike him own in many ways. He wondered if you found these tender moments with him as intoxicating as he found them? Nothing you had faced in your life stopped you from having fun, finding amusement, allowing yourself to be soft when the opportunity arose. You were stronger than he was in that regard and he admired you for that. He only wanted you to feel kindness from him. He wondered what further depths he would've sunk to if Savage hadn't revived him. He wouldn't have ever known moments like these, where you clung to him in your sleep. He decided he would thank his brother again later.
Corellia was like nothing you had ever seen before. Tall towers reached for the atmosphere itself but without the insufferable heat and dryness of Zygerria. Beings of every species chattered happily in the streets. The city of Coronet 'the Jewel of Corellia' as many of the lit signs read, was nestled against an expanse of water. Your master had given you a heavy purse of credits and sent you on your way to shop and enjoy the city. Saying only that'd he'd find you when he was done refueling and stocking up on the more boring items needed for your travels. One of the locals pointed you in the direction of Treasure Ship Row. A bazaar that you could supposedly find anything anyone could ever look for; at least, according to the Twi’lek who pointed you in its direction.
You had never held even a fraction of the money Maul had given you, you felt like a Queen passing through the many shops and held your head high. You had all but forgotten you didn't even have shoes until you found a little shop with lovely dresses in the window.
The shop girl was kind and inviting despite your disheveled appearance. Sure that she had taken note of the large purse that hung from your hip. She aided in your search until you had a nice stack of both appealing and practical clothing.
You allowed yourself to be pampered at a nearby day spa the clerk had recommended to you so that you didn’t get your new clothes and shoes dirty so quickly. Utterly famished after your day you found a relatively clean little bar deeper inside the Blue Sector.
Taking a seat at the counter it didn't take long before a deep voiced Kel Dor took your order. Flashing a grateful smile, you dug into your fried Nuna Legs and sipped from a glass of red wine. A handsome Chiss, you assumed was a mechanic by his dress, took the seat next to you at the counter and gave you a wanting side eye.
"No." You stated curtly not looking up from your glass.
"You don't even know what I was going to ask." He smiled and ordered a malt liquor while the Kel Dor poured you a second.
"The nature of your question doesn't matter. The answer is no." You hadn't turned to him until he chuckled. You raised your brow.
"I was going to ask what a lovely flower like you was doing here. That's not a yes or no question." Sighing you turned to him realizing that you weren't going to get rid of him so easily. You eyed him slowly, he really was handsome despite the streak of grease across his cheek. He flashed you a charming smile you were sure he had rehearsed.
"I can see you've enjoyed the market."
"I have. And although I must say I appreciate the red of your eyes, this lovely flower prefers her companions to have thorns rather than grease stains." You turned back towards your drink sensing your master before you saw him.
"What’s that supposed to mean?" The Chiss asked genuinely confused. You smirked into your drink when you heard Maul clear his throat. The stranger looked back vaguely frustrated and widened his eyes as your master removed his hood revealing his crown of ivory horns.
"Oh, don't be frightened on my account. You're doing wonderfully."
The Chiss quickly left the seat and your master called out to him with a complete lack of tone or emotion. "No, don't go. I'd hate to take your seat."
Both you and the Kel Dorrian bar keep chuckled at his candor as Maul took the newly freed seat swinging back the drink the stranger had left. He smirked at you, noting your black cotton romper, keeping the style of a plunging neckline but now your arms bare and your legs covered. He also noticed your newly painted red nails and ruby studs in your ears.
"Wealth looks good on you."
"Wealth looks good on anyone who knows how to spend it." you quirked the corner of your mouth up and tossed the purse back to your master keeping a small handful.
"Is the ship ready?"
"Ah yes, your destiny awaits little one."
You gestured to the man behind the bar and settled your tab, giving him a generous tip. He flustered at the gesture, only answering him with beaming smile. Maul stood and offered you his elbow which you gladly accepted and the two of you sauntered out of the bar, not before blowing a kiss towards the irritated Chiss.
Maul liked the idea of men trying to woo you only to be met with rejection much more than he thought he would. He liked having the eyes of men who wanted you on him as he led you out of the establishment. He had appreciated your looks before, albeit a wild kind of beauty. He had never imagined you to clean up so well though, adorning his colors of black and red. He allowed his mind to drift to the thought of ruling with you by his side, with your chin held high and the power emanating from your soul, you looked incredibly regal with this newfound confidence. Was this your standard demeanor when you weren’t in the role of a student with her master?
You boarded your ship and sat next to your master in the co-pilot’s chair your eyes lit with excitement. "To Malachor?"
"Yes my dear, to Malachor."
#maul x y/n#maul fluff#star wars maul#darth maul#maul x reader#sith warrior#sith reader#sith apprentice#maul x sith apprentice#swtcw au#star wars#starwars au
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The Getaway
Part Two
A/N: This is obviously a continuation of a birthday fic I wrote for @ao719 that is now 2 weeks late 🙈 I was dealing with stuff, dont judge lol The writers block and doubts were for real yo! But thanks to my Tumblr bestie, who wouldnt let me quit, encouraged me, talked me through this thing and gave me ideas, it finally all came together.
Anitah, I apologize for being so late and the silliness of this fic and if it's terrible. I still hope you had a wonderful birthday and are blessed with so many more 💜
A/N/N: Thanks to @burnsoslow for beta reading and literally a thousand other things.
Warning: A lot of bad language, a miserable Drake Walker and violence involving tasers, fires, animals and car accidents ... No one dies people!
**Drake and Liam belong to Pixelberry, Nikolas belongs to me, the driver and mailroom guy belong to @burnsoslow and Liam's secretary belongs to @ao719
Drake stepped out of the truck in a furor, cursing under his breath, to check on his damages. The front driver tire had fallen into a deep ditch, and it was evident by the thick mud it sunk into that it would be next to impossible to get unstuck without some assistance.
He shook his head, gritted his teeth, and the veins in his neck enlarged and throbbed. As he knelt down to assess the damages further, Nik hopped out of the truck and stood over Drake. With one glance, Nikolas clutched his belly and let out a loud continuous cackle that soon sent a storm of hot blood that seemed to collect in Drake's crimson-colored face.
And the laughter just got louder and louder.
And the laughter didn't stop.
In Drake's head, it sounded like a thousand Niks laughing simultaneously, each one with two horns, a pointy tail, and a pitchfork in hand.
His anxiety took over.
He stood up, and in an attempt to let some of his anger out, he kicked the tire with an enraged shout that echoed beyond the heavily-forested valley and sent flocks of birds in a frenzy.
The tire's air must have been over-pressurized by the drop's force and popped as soon as Drake's foot made contact. He fell back onto his ass with a heavy thud causing Nikolas to screech out in more laughter. Drake sat up into time to see the front bumper and side panel fall to the ground.
"I think your truck is broken, Uncle Drake," the prince chortled.
Drake's head whipped around and glared at the boy. "No shit! What the fuck are you even doing here? You're supposed to be on a plane to Paris."
Nikolas shrugged. "This sounded more fun."
"This isn't fun, you little asshole!" Drake jumped up and attempted to lunge at the boy, but slipped in the mud, caught his balance for a split second by grabbing onto a tree limb, then slipped again, before wiping out completely. "Son-of-a-monkey-fucker!"
Drake laid on his back, staring up at a large tree branch that hung overhead, praying to God the damn thing would just fall on him.
Nikolas walked over to him and looked down on the face of fury. "Is it time for dinner yet? I'm staaaaaaaving!"
"Nikolas," Drake groaned then took a deep breath, his back mud-soaked and achy. "How? How in the hell did you pull this off?"
Nik plopped down on Drake's stomach, causing him to grunt loudly. "Easy. I told my dad you invited me, and he let me go. He was happy you wanted to spend time with me." The Prince smirked.
Drake gritted his teeth. "And he just believed you? Fucking Liam."
Nikolas shook his head. "No. I got Neal in the mailroom to pretend he was you on the phone."
Drake lifted his head and glared. "You mean that grease trap that lives in the ambulance down by the river?"
The young prince nodded. "Yeah. Except he doesn't live by the river anymore. He moved behind the elementary school .. said it had a better view."
There was dead silence for a moment as Drake grimaced at what he just heard before jerking his hips upward. "Get the fuck off me."
Nikolas stumbled to the ground with an uproarious laugh.
Drake reached into his front pocket and pulled out his cell as he rose to his feet. He was dead set on getting someone from the palace to retrieve this little menace to Drake Walker society before he found himself tied up to a cinder block at the bottom of Lake Boogaloo. The issue with his truck could wait.
Liam and Riley would already be on the plane with Bastien in tow, so calling them right now would be useless. He pressed the contact for the palace operator, hoping to be directed to the mailroom; if Neal was part of helping get Nik into this, his shady punk ass could come pick him up in the renovated ambulance that served as his home and part-time blood mobile.
Pacing back and forth, Drake raised the phone to his ear, waiting impatiently for a ring.
"Trish! Put me through to the mailroom."
While he was distracted taking care of that, Nikolas was somewhat disappointed the trip was already over -- he had so many plans for his favorite uncle. With his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips, he leaned up against the truck in a huff. "This sucks!"
The sounds of leaves crunching and brush moving around nearby caught his attention. Nik's eyes widened in fear when the black furry coat of a creature with a white stripe down its middle could be seen scampering around searching for food. The boy gasped and pinched his nose as the animal's foul scent started to become thick in the air and made his eyes water. "Uncle Drake," he called out in a nasally voice, "there's a skunk."
With a scowl, Drake lowered the phone and scrunched up his own nose. He took one glance at the animal, who didn't appear to be a threat, then glanced back at the kid. "It's probably more scared of your evil ass than you are of it. Just keep your mouth shut and don't move." The call with Neal resumed.
"But, Drake ..." Nikolas whined, trying to plead for him to listen but could tell his uncle would have none of it.
Frantic to scare the smelly animal away, the young boy searched the ground for something to throw at it: a large stick, a rock, Drake's Air Bud soundtrack. Those things might scare the skunk off, but they posed a risk of it spraying before doing so. Memories of the smell of Madeleine's office when he had one shipped to her came flooding back. It took a month for the palace to lose that scent. The prank was hilarious until it affected his comfort.
A devilish smirk took shape as an idea popped into his head. “I need my backpack.”
Nik grabbed the top of the truck bed and stepped up on the rear tire and swung one leg over, then the other. He found his backpack and quickly unzipped it, pulling out night-vision goggles and a rope, then placed them beside his feet. He proceeded to move aside a bottle of industrial-strength super glue and the glass jar holding his tarantula, Barf. Finally, at the bottom of the bag, was the taser he “borrowed” from Bastien’s desk, and he quickly took it out. Holding the electrical gun in front of his face and twisting it around menacingly, he said, “Okay, Mr. Skunk. Get ready for a shocking experience.”
“No!” Drake yelled into the phone at Neal, “You can’t borrow my binoculars. What the fuck are you gonna use those things for at a children’s museum anyway?”
“The … the …” the man scrambled for an answer, “those dinosaurs … yeah … the dinosaurs. They’re, like, really tall, ya know? I want to be able … to, uh … see their faces and stuff.”
“I call bullshit,” Drake bit back, “I won’t be an accomplice in your bone watching … dinosaur or small boy.” He resumed his pacing, wanting to get the conversation moving along. “Now listen, my sister and brother-in-law are in Texas, Lord Beaumont is on a book tour, and the guards are off duty until the royal family returns. You are going to come pick up this kid.”
“Oh! I would love to come pick him up. He’s under 10, correct?”
Drake could practically hear the creepy mirth oozing from the man's gruff voice and spat back, "I'll be with him the whole time, you oily ass, ambulance-driving … è piccola cagna!"
"What does that mean?"
Drake knitted his brows; he didn't really know, just that Nikolas called him that from time to time, and the word just kind of stuck with him. "Just ... just get here now!"
"Okay, okay! I'm coming."
The call ended. "God, I hope he meant that literally, and I didn't just get that fucko off." He slipped the phone into his pocket and turned to Nik. "Alright, listen up, assh ..." Drake stopped dead in his tracks and stood, stunned, at the first glimpse of a taser-wielding Nikolas with the gun aimed almost directly at him, with a tiny finger wrapped around the trigger.
"Wwwhatcha got there, boy?" Drake's voice sounded calm and friendly. He even managed to fake a genuine-looking smile. Inside, however, he was close to shitting his pants.
Nikolas licked his lips and closed one eye to find the perfect aim. "I'm about to fry that skunk with extreme vengeance. One ..."
"Nikolas, no! Give me the taser." Drake cautiously approached him with his hand held out.
"Two," the small but menacing voice continued the count.
"Nik, don't do it! Give it to me now!"
"Three.”
"Noooo!"
The piercing sound of Drake's shout startled the skunk, and it scurried out from the thick brush.
Nik jumped up with the taser. "Hey! Get back here, asshole." He aimed at the fleeing creature and pressed the trigger.
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The instant Drake's mocha-colored eyes fluttered open, an acrid mixture of what smelled like ass, sweat, rotten eggs, and his mother's hairy feet had bubbled up inside his nostrils. The aroma was slightly overshadowed by the 1200-volt prongs that had pierced just below the protruding vein in his neck, causing him to seize up and then drop like a rag doll to the dirt, and muck that littered the ground.
Close by, he could make out the discernible sound of footsteps crunching through foliage and bark and sloshing over wet earth.
Drake's cheek rested against the cold, soggy ground, even as the silhouette of the young prince crouched next to him with his little head tilted sideways and blinking owlishly. He saw the child's lips moving but blocked out the little shit until the feeling of electrocution and muscle spasms had waned.
Drake looked at the small face next to him that resembled his best friend at that age. Liam is a good man, Drake thought; he was a considerate child, too. We had fun together. We always had each other's backs and would do anything to protect the other, no matter the consequences. Liam wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s just the best all around. So … how in the actual ass fuck did he produce the spawn of Satan?
Is there any chance he’s ... Neal’s kid?
Maybe Riley ... No, fuck, no. She wouldn’t.
The sky transformed from a brilliant blue to one streaked with gold and orange hues before Drake shook himself of the aftershocks that sparked through his body.
The metal prongs left behind two bright red spots, resembling a large spider bite and stinging like hell when he pulled them out. A thick layer of mud had dried and clung to his back, while a fresh layer adhered to his front. The numbness in his limbs had dissipated somewhat, but the pins-and-needles feeling remained. He was grateful the back spray from the skunk missed him, but the remnants it left on the nearby trees were stifling.
At this point, the only thing Drake wanted was a hot shower, a clean change of clothes, and to get stupidly drunk to the point he would pass out in bed and sleep for days. He scanned the perimeter and could make out the crystal-blue lake through a small clearing in the trees about 100 yards away.
Removing his filthy shirt and tossing it in the back of the truck, he eyed Nikolas, who was surprisingly quiet and subdued. The child was sitting on the lowered tailgate, swinging his legs, and trying to force his tarantula to eat a dead cricket. Drake rolled his eyes but was relieved the kid was staying out of his hair for now. He just needed to take a quick dip in the water, change his clothes, and hurry back in time for their ride home. Nik would be fine by himself for 10 minutes.
Drake let out a sharp tongue whistle that caught Nikolas' attention. "Listen up, kid. I'm going down to the lake real quick to clean up and change into some clean clothes." He opened the driver's side door and reached across the seat to toss his cell phone and wallet in the glove box while he continued, "You and your spider get in here and lock the door until I come back."
Nik dropped Barf in the jar and slapped the holed lid on it. "It's not a spider, Drake. It's a tarantula. A tarantula," he corrected with emphasis as he slid down from the tailgate.
"I don't care if it's your grandma's bladder control protection, get your ass in the truck, and don't move until I get back."
Stepping up in front of Drake, Nikolas sneered at an annoyed Drake towering above him. "I'm telling her you said that. And why can't I go with you? I wanna go to the lake, too," he whined.
Drake nearly doubled over in fake laughter. "There ain't no damn way I'm taking you. For one, you've ruined my entire trip. The one good thing I had in my life to look forward to, and you ruined it! And two, I don't know what the rules are about grownups, and nakedness, and with kids around, and all that shit. So the answer is no."
Drake could tell by the beady little eyes glaring back at him that Nikolas would not give up on this. He let out a heavy sigh. "Look. Do what I tell you right now, and when I come back, I'll build a campfire, and we can make up some s’mores. How's that sound?"
“Okay.”
“Really?” Drake shook his head in astonishment that he actually won that argument. Without another word, he watched as His Royal Highness happily climbed into the cab of the truck and gave a thumbs up.
Did that taser kill me? I’m dead, right? He did it. Do you smell that, Cordonia? No, not that fucking rank ass skunk. It’s the smell of victory! Drake Walker is a god! I have the power back.
Grabbing his duffle bag from the back, Drake hurriedly made his way toward the lake. He felt a little on edge, leaving Nik by himself for even just ten minutes, maybe even somewhat guilty. But he was caked in mud from head to toe, and the grime was starting to seep and burrow around certain parts of his anatomy. Nothing was worse than having monkey ass.
Within minutes, Nikolas sat on his haunches and looked out the back glass. He hadn’t wanted to show it, but he did feel a little bad for shooting Drake to the point it drew blood. Also for causing him to crash his truck. And even though it was funny as hell to watch, the second slip in the mud was kind of brutal. Perhaps a little remorse was starting to set in as the words of his Uncle Drake telling him that he ruined the one thing he was looking forward to repeated in his head. Tomorrow he would return to normal, but Nik was determined to do something nice for a change for the rest of the evening.
With the quick snap of his little fingers, an idea formed, and it would be the perfect thing to make Drake feel better. Nik unlocked the door, grabbed his spider, and jumped out of the truck. He headed to the back and rummaged through the bags of camping items laid in piles until he found what he was looking for: a lighter and lighter fluid.
“I’ll make the bestest s'mores ever for Uncle Drake. That’ll make him happy.”
Nikolas had never built a campfire before, but he’d seen it done in a movie once, and that was good enough in his mind to practically make him an expert.
Feeling clean and refreshed, Drake dried off from his dip in the lake and put fresh clothes on. Making his way back to the site, he caught a glimpse of thick, black smoke protruding above the trees and the smell of burning rubber that traveled with the approaching evening breeze.
“Nikolas,” he muttered as his heart crashed into his stomach. He raced back as fast as he could, fearing the absolute worst thing had happened to the Prince of Cordonia. “I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone. Liam and Riley are going to kill me, and I would deserve it. I just hope he’s not …” he trailed off when the site came into full view. It was worse than he imagined.
His eyes searched frantically until relief washed over him when he caught his first glimpse of Nikolas sitting under a tree, eating, and seemingly unconcerned by the inferno that had lit up the dusky sky.
Drake rushed over to him and lifted him into his arms and held onto him tightly. “Are you okay, buddy?”
Nikolas chuckled, “I’m fine, Uncle Drake.”
He lowered him back on the ground and started patting him down, looking for burns or injuries.
Drake let out a sigh of relief. “How? How did this …” he turned to look at the fire, then raised his voice. “Wait! You caught my goddamn truck on fire?”
Nik followed his uncle's gaped-mouth stare to the truck engulfed in flames, then screwed up his face. "Yeah ... about that. I think I used too much of that lighter fluid stuff building a campfire. But I made you something." He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a s'more, licked the melted chocolate off the side, then proudly held it up to Drake. "The marshmallow is exactly the way you like it, too: completely charred."
Drake dropped his head into his palms and repeated a slew of curse words and sounds that were not even human. As badly as he wanted to destroy everything around him at that moment, to release a fit of anger the likes of which no one had ever seen in him before, it appeared Nikolas had beat him to it: There was nothing left around there to destroy.
He dropped his arms to his sides in defeat and looked to the heavens before surmising, “This is my punishment, isn’t it? I stole that taser from the guard as a kid and let Liam take the blame for it. I insisted Liam come with me in that boat during a storm, and he nearly drowned when it overturned. He got lost in the woods on my time. I pushed him too hard once during maze tag. I got stuck in that laundry chute all night, and Constantine took hide-and-seek away from him. This …” he motioned to Nikolas, who was smiling back at him with a big cheesy grin, “this is how he got me back for all of it. Well, you win, Liam! You win! I hope you are having one hell of a time in Paris, schmoozing and laughing your ass off, because I have nothing left in this world but this … hairy, lint-filled s’more with your son’s saliva all over it … and it’s not even toasted right!”
“I didn’t make it right?” Nikolas asked thoughtfully. “Hang on. I can make you another one.” He bent down, pulled out a marshmallow from the bag and rammed a mud-covered stick entirely through its center. Drake watched as Nik skipped over and held it next to the flames shooting out the window of his truck.
For several seconds, Drake contemplated whether he should just leave the child there and let nature take its course. Glaring back to the star-filled sky, he groaned, “You owe me big for this.”
Tugging Nik by his jacket hood to pull him away from the hot blaze, he startled the boy who then whipped around with the burning marshmallow and accidentally got it stuck to Drake’s shirt. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Ten minutes passed, and the two were on the dirt road heading back to the highway’s main stretch. After patting out the fire on his shirt, Drake planned to call the fire department to report the inferno taking place in the woods. He laughed wryly when he realized the phone was still in the glove box of his burning vehicle. And it appeared Neal’s skank ass wasn’t coming after all, so the pair would have to flag down someone and hope they actually stopped. Thankfully, Nikolas had his backpack on, and Drake used the night vision goggles to direct his way along the darkened path.
Hand in hand and approaching the main thoroughfare, Nik’s legs were starting to tire, and his droopy eyes looked up. “Uncle Drake, will you carry me?”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Pleeeeeeease,” Nikolas begged in a high-pitched squeal that grated Drake’s teeth.
Drake stopped with a huff and crouched down. “Get the fuck on my back,” he commanded, “you’ve burned and shot the front part of me, so your ass is gonna have to hold onto the back. And I swear to God, Nik, if you so much as drool on me, you can sleep in the woods with the wolves and bears and poodles. Understood?”
With a tired nod, Nik wrapped his little arms around Drake’s neck and held on. As they proceeded ahead, the prince asked, “Would you tell me a bedtime story?”
Drake grunted, “You wanna bedtime story? I’ll tell you a bedtime story. It’s an ol’ Bianca Walker original that she used to tell me every night called ‘Go the fuck to sleep!’ The end.”
Nikolas sleepily chuckled. “I already have that book, Uncle Drake. My dad’s secretary, Charlotte, gave it to me and told me to put it in my room. She said if my mom or dad found it, just to tell them you gave it to me.”
“Of course she did,” Drake scoffed, thinking about the other person who found pure delight in annoying him.
Through the night-vision goggles, the headlights of a random car could be seen driving by, and Drake let out a relieved breath, knowing they were so close.
The night couldn’t end that easily, though. A sudden sense of unease enveloped Drake, telling him that everything was not as it seemed. His steps quickened, and his heart pounded away in his chest.
Feeling like he was being followed, he turned on his heels, then widened his eyes.
A large brown bear let out a roar that echoed past them.
Drake shrugged his shoulders and muttered, “Yep. That’s about right.”
The survival training he’d learned from his Campers Anonymous group about bear encounters kicked in, and he completely stilled his body. That was until he heard, “BEEEEAAAR!” screamed over his shoulder and felt Nik’s body drop to the ground.
“Don’t move, Nikolas,” Drake ordered through a whisper.
It was too late; he was gone and headed toward the road.
Drake whirled around to see the bear on its hind legs, drumming its chest and licking its lips. “Shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Wait for me, Nik!” He took off running.
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Alyssa was headed back to Cordonia earlier in the night than she expected. With her hands firmly gripped on the steering wheel, she complained to her friend through the car's Bluetooth, “The guy showed up one hour late to our meeting spot, then drove through a McDonalds, asked if I wanted anything, proceeded to park behind a church and tell me he has condoms before the cops picked him up on a warrant! Worst. Date. Ever.”
Driving around a bend in the road, Alyssa slammed on the brakes when her headlights reflected off a small child darting into the road. As her tires screeched, she let out a deafening scream when a man came out of nowhere, followed immediately by a bear. The frantic man shoved the kid out of the way.
Though the brake pedal was pressed to the floor, the car collided with Drake, and his body flew onto the hood before falling feebly to the road.
The bear sniffed at Drake and batted him around a couple of times before taking off into the woods.
When Alyssa was sure it was safe to do so, she and a crying Nik both crouched around a moaning Drake.
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The following morning, Drake's eyes fluttered open. His vision was a little fuzzy, but he could make out a doctor hovering over him and a worried Liam standing with Nikolas at the foot of his bed. He tried to speak, wanting to know what happened, but was unable to open his mouth.
"Don't try to speak, Mr. Walker. Your jaw was wired shut to protect the small fracture you suffered from the car accident. You also broke both legs and sprained your neck. You have a long recovery ahead of you, but shouldn't need to spend any more time in the hospital. You’re a very lucky man. Now if you’ll excuse me, I will get the discharge papers and check to see if the ambulance transporting you to the palace has arrived. His Majesty has offered to allow you to recover in his home."
Drake took one look at a gleeful, bouncing Nikolas and shook his head as best as he could with a neck brace on and emphatically mumbled his indiscernible objections.
Liam chuckled, "Quit being so modest, Drake. I assure you it’s no trouble at all. Besides, it's the least I could do after you saved my son's life. And Nik here even offered to let you stay in his room to keep you company."
Nik nodded with a grin. “Yep. For the next eight to 12 weeks, it's just me and my Uncle Drake hanging out all day and night.”
Drake tried to escape from his bed but couldn’t move without use of his legs.
Liam walked around to the side of the bed and put his hand on Drake’s shoulder. “Look at you trying to protest. You never were one to accept charity. I told you, I’m more than happy to help. You deserve this and more.”
A knock at the door diverted their attention and a head popped in. “I’m here to transport Mr. Walker back to the palace, Your Majesty.”
“Perfect! And on such short notice too. So glad my secretary could arrange this ride,” Liam exclaimed. He glanced down at his injured friend in the bed and smiled. “You ready to go home, my friend?”
No! No! That’s fucking, Neal. He doesn’t even have a real ambulance. I’m not going. Somebody, anybody, heeeelp!
#Happy Birthday Anitah#2 weeks later#hahahahah#better late than never#drake walker#king liam#little shit#I'm so sorry this is ridiculous
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i heard u want requests so im like b e t. something fluffy pls?? maybe poly?? like m! s/o making everyone breakfast and letting them sleep in?
A ig h t,, bet,,, i legit dont think ive done fluff requests in ages let alone poly so lefts fuckin go boys with the uwus
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M/n had been alone most of the night before; the boys had so much to prepare for with the upcoming album so he couldn’t blame them for staying late at the studio. Knowing all the weight on their shoulders was still there, m/n couldn’t help but want to alleviate them of it, even if it was only by a little bit.
So, while the clock flashed a bright red 8:37 am and the sunlight crept through the barely open curtains, the male snuck out from underneath the arms of one of his lovers, Taehyung to be exact. This, of course, was met with resistance by the idol but he eventually lessened his tight hold enough for his boyfriend to slip away. M/n almost hissed at how cold the floor was but managed to suppress it and slipped on a pair of house slippers and one of Jin's hoodies that lay on the floor before shuffling off out the room and down the hall. Normally, at least one of the members would be awake by now and m/n wanted so badly to wake up one of them for company but through sheer willpower, he did not; eventually, the lone riser found himself in the kitchen.
The kitchen itself was beautiful. The floor was an off-white marble along with the counter-tops, while most of the cupboards being a red-stained wood. Many memories had been made in this kitchen: Food fights, arguments, rain-soaked kisses and some rather… naughty moments too. M/n felt a small smile creep its way onto his face and basked in the morning sun beaming through the window for a while before deciding to move on with his plans. He moved over to the fridge to scour for ingredients and pulled items such as eggs, milk, some butter and fruit out of the fridge, then closed it. Placing all the items on the counter, the male then moved on to finding a couple of pans and placing them on the stove to let them heat up; while they were heating up, M/n moved on to find other ingredients for pancakes and started making the mix. Normally, pancakes wouldn’t be on the menu for breakfast but M/n wanted the men he loved so much to wake up to something home-cooked and filling, maybe not the healthiest but who cared? It was just one day, what harm could it do. The subtle bubbling that could be heard coming off the pans told m/n that they were hot enough to begin making pancakes; so that’s what he did.
Halfway through making the delicious treats, M/n could hear the soft padding of feet coming down the hallway towards the kitchen. To occupied with breakfast to turn around and properly greet whoever just came in the kitchen, M/n offered a quick and warm “Good morning” to whoever it was and got a groan in response along with arms wrapping around his waist.
“Come back to bed babe…” A tired baritone voice rumbled out into the back of m/n’s neck.
“Tae, baby, I’m making pancakes right now…” M/n mused out with a light smile on his face, “How ‘bout you go back to bed and I’ll come wake you up when I’m done?”
The offer was met with slight reluctance, but with a kiss shared, the idol trudged off back down the hallway to his room. M/n couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle before continuing with the pancakes. A glance at the clock in the kitchen told M/n that it was now 9:20 am and now that the stack of pancakes was complete, he could begin setting the table for breakfast.
The table set up consisted of 8 plates, glasses and sets of cutlery along with various fruits, chocolate spreads and syrups for toppings. M/n finished off by setting down a pitcher of water, orange juice and a pot of coffee for those who wanted it before going off to the kitchen once again to wash off his hands and begin the task of waking up all 7 of his boyfriends.
He headed off to the eldest's room first. The light was strong enough coming through the curtains that M/n didn’t need to turn on the lights, so he made his way over to the male who lay still in bed and gently lay a hand on his shoulder and lips on his puffy cheeks. A quick kiss and shake was generally all it took to wake Jin up, but today it seemed to not be enough, so M/n continued with the gentle shakes and began to talk “Jinnie… Jinnie, it’s time to wake up” M/n could see the others face scrunch up and a groan echoed through the room, “Come on baby, I made breakfast~”
Jins eyes cracked open and looked directly at his lover “You made breakfast?” He asked, “You didn’t have to, I could have done that…”
M/n let out an airy laugh “You guys came back so late last night that I wanted to treat you” He replied, “Now get up, breakfast is getting cold” After that, M/n left the room and to the next room, not missing the “Wait, is that my hoodie?” that came from the eldest's room. The next room along was Jimin and Hoseoks room. The two shouldn’t be that hard to wake up as m/n could already hear the whispers of conversation that came from the room. M/n made his way into the room and immediately found Jimin and Hoseok in the same bed “Good morning you two” M/n called out to the two, “Who wants pancakes?”
An audible gasp escaped from both mouths “You made pancakes?” Jimin gawked, “You should have told me, I would have come and helped you”
“It’s fine,” M/n said before placing a kiss on the singer's forehead, “Now run along, Jin’s already in the kitchen” This made Jimin leap out of the bed he was in and hurry off out the room but not without being patted on the ass by Hoseok first. Speaking of Hoseok, M/n looked towards the rapper before creeping into his open arms for a hug “You need to get up as well Hobi~” M/n spoke as he stepped out of the hug and then the room earning a whine from the male. Next on the list of people to wake up was the one and only Namjoon; M/n never had any difficulties waking up Namjoon, a kiss on the back of the leader's neck and opening of the curtains accompanied by a “Morning Joonie” was all he needed to get up. After the leader was Yoongi, one of the more difficult members to wake up, alongside Jungkook that is.
M/n opened the door leading to the rapper's room only to find him awake already, but not by himself. It seems that Taehyung had decided to not go back to his room but into Yoongis “Come on you two” M/n called out, rolling his eyes at the couple who were making out, “Breakfast is ready!” He then stepped out of the room, not forgetting to give the two a quick “Make sure you wash your hands!” before moving on to the youngest's room.
When the male stepped into the room, he found Jungkooks curtains still open from the day before causing rays of light to cast onto the male's delicate features. M/n made his way across the clothing littered floor to his boyfriend and took a moment to take in the beauty of his features and scars; he was too pretty. Sounds from the kitchen leaked into Jungkooks room reminding M/n of the task at hand “Kook, baby boy, it’s time to wake up” M/n murmured out, a hand on the buff males shoulder. This garnered no response so m/n continued “Ggukie, come on, there are pancakes in the kitchen” He tried again, “I even got your favourite chocolate spread”
There was finally a response when a deep, guttural groan filled the room “Hyung…” The singer groaned out, “Close the curtains please....”
“Honey, baby, darling, light of my life…” M/n whispered against the shell of his boyfriend's ear, “Everyone else is waiting in the kitchen for us” Another groan. “Or are you looking to be punished?” The words that left M/ns mouth had Jungkooks eyes wide open and staring dead in front of him. A smirk flittered across M/ns lips before he headed out of the room before stopping in the doorway “Then I suggest you get up hmmm?” And with that, Jungkook was up and out of his room before M/n could get out properly.
M/ns laugh echoed in the hallway as he walked to the dining table with the youngest; once there, M/n could see that, while everyone was there, none of them had started to eat as they were waiting for everyone to be at the table. The male took a seat between Jin and Yoongi and let the eating commence.
It was around 11:02 am when all the plates were placed in the sink and most had cleared off; M/n started getting soap out to wash the dishes before a hand was placed on top of his own “Hey, there’s no need to do the dishes” Jin murmured out, sleep still evident in his eyes, “The others can deal with it later..”
“But- I-” M/n stuttered out
“No buts!” Jin interrupted, arms now wrapped around the other's waist, “ You come with me and we can watch another episode of that drama you like so much”
M/n didn’t want the others to bother themselves with the dishes but there was no point in fighting against Jin when all he’d do is pull m/n from his job to stop him; so he put his utensils down and placed his hand in the eldest's, letting himself be led off to the massive living room where Netflix and a blanket were already set up. M/n couldn’t help but turn and hug his boyfriend
“Have I ever told you guys how much I love you” M/n spoke into Jins shoulder
“All the time baby” Jin replied, “But I don’t think we tell you it enough”
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From selling to building [f->Raven] MC
Isn't it crazy how one simple decision can change your entire life. Investing in the right place at the right places, losing your life savings after a shady internet deal, hell even forgetting your coffee one morning causing you to collide with a lamppost. God I would kill for even a sip of coffee, hard to get it in my current situation. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name was Valley Jackson, one of the most successful realtors in Southern California. I don't know why I'm creating this manuscript in my head, its not like I'll be able to write or even tell someone about it. Maybe it's what I would create if I were to be human again. Maybe it's just to keep me sane. Regardless here's what happened.
I had been traveling north to LA to secure a deal with one of my higher paying clients, normally I'd have them come to me but due to their status I decided to make the drive. I was on the highway around 10:30 at night when I missed my exit. That little mistake cost me everything...
Valley let out an exasperated curse as she looked ahead to see when the next exit would be coming up. In her 42 years of living in California she had visited LA maybe three times. Seeing the next exit approached she signaled and got off the highway. She was 5'6" with an absolutely stunning figure. At that time her auburn hair hung just below her shoulders and her nails were painted white. She looked down at her gps and saw as it started to emmit static before shutting off entirely
"Damn it" she muttered as she realized she was in the middle of nowhere. After about a half hour of driving in circles she finally was about to give up and try again in the morning when a sign glinted just ahead. It read "Pan's antique shop. Open 24 hours! Maps and sightseeing guides provided."
"Oh thank god! Kinda strange its open 24 hours but I guess when tourism is your biggest income it wouldn't hurt to take in a late night traveler."
Soon she pulled into the long driveway marked by another sign. Down the road was a decent sized rustic store. Its arched windows alight with a yellow glow. She parked her car and entered the shop. Behind the counter was a twenty something man who was reading a book. He looked up and said
"Hi welcome to Pan's antique shop. What can I help you with?" Valley replied
"Oh I'm on my way to LA and missed my exit, do you have a map I could look at?"
"Sure, feel free to look around while I get them."
As he took a door behind his desk Valley looked around. There were various items, old political pins, rotary phones, a Walkman, but Valley only saw one thing that caught her eye. It was a pair of Raven shaped earrings. She was drawn to them almost magnetically, their golden beaks glinting in the shops lights.. She grabbed them and headed back to the counter. The man had returned with a few traveling maps.
"Did you find something you like?"
"Yeah, just these earrings. I take it you're Pan?"
He gave a small chuckle with a hint of something else but Valley couldn't quite determine what
"Oh no, definitely not. Pan's the owner, I just work night shift."
"Ah, well thank you!" She paid for the earrings and grabbed the maps.
"Drive safe!"
As Valley started to leave she suddenly felt really lightheaded before passing out completely.
"We're just gonna head about a hundred more feet ahead then we've made it to the camping spot."
Valley opened her eyes to see one of the magnificent California redwoods ahead of her. Confused, she looked over to see who spoke.
"You okay Valley? You look kinda pale." The speaker was a woman around her age with brown hair and a more slim figure than Valley's
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"Uh Valley are you okay? Its me, your childhood friend Hailey? Do you seriously not know? Maybe we should look at that medici-"
"Im just kidding Hailey!" She was sensitive about discussing her medication. New memories appeared as she realized she did know Hailey, of course she did. She also remembered how she had decided to take this trip to celebrate Haileys 40th birthday.
"So just another 100ft Hay?"
"Yeah, if you're sure you're alright."
The pair continued the 100 feet before coming across a good enough sized clearing. Valley looked around while Hailey removed her tent bag from her back.
"You gonna help or just gawk?"
"Be right there Hailey!"
After some tribulations the pair managed to secure the tent to the ground. Valley removed two sleeping bags from her backpack and the pair began to undress. However as Valley took off her jeans something clattered to the ground. She reached down and picked up a pair of Raven earrings. Hailey turned around and froze.
"That's odd, I thought I got these on my way to-" she stopped as regained recollection of what had just been happening a few hours prior. She scratched her arm and looked at Hailey
"Oh uh silly Valley dont you remember getting those at the trail gift shop?"
"I got these at an antique shop today. In fact, I don't remember what happened after that. Did you drug me?"
"Valley you're not thinking clearly must be the medi-"
"No! Its not my medication! I don't even know you!"
"Valley I-"
"Did you bring me here to kidnapp me? Are people coming to kill me? I'm leaving!" Valley exited the tent with no pants or shirt and started to head back to the road.
"Wait!" Valley gave the finger and continued.
"I said wait." Hailey said in a dominant tone and Valley suddenly felt her knees lock. Something or someone was controlling her.
"What the hell?"
"Valley, I'm sorry it has to go this way. I was hoping-"
"Somebody help! Somebod-"
"Silence" Valley tried to scream again but no sound came out. She looked back to Hailey, terrified.
"Im sorry you're having to go through this. Here's how its gonna go, you are going to transform into a raven in a minute or two. My name is Hailey but this isn't me"
Before Valleys eyes Hailey underwent her own transformation. Her breasts retreated slightly into her chest as she lost some height. Her features softened and when it completed she looked to be in her early twenties.
"Im gonna give you the ability to speak and move but please don't scream."
She snapped her fingers and Valley fell to the ground. She looked up at Hailey and retorted
"I dont know what kind of drugs you've filled me with but-" she looked at her arm as she felt and itch. On her left arm was a single black feather. Not laying on it but actually attached to it. She pulled at it only to feel a sharp pain. As she watched more feathers sprouted down her arm. With each feather she grimaced but as soon as they reached her hand something else happened.
Her fingers merged together to form a single appendage. Only then did she realize it was real.
"P-please don't do this to me. I have a life! A career!"
"Don't worry, Pan's already sorted everything out. All your clients belive they've been using a different realtor, your family only remembers your brother. Its all packed away."
"I want to talk to Pan, please!"
She looked at her foot and saw three sharp talons poke through her sock. With her good hand she reached down and removed the sock. To her shock her ankle was covered by a corse yellow layer of a scale like texture.
"Im sorry, no can do. Pan's pretty busy and doesn't worry about stuff like this. I can take a message though."
"Please tell him to stoooaaaawk!" She grabbed her mouth and felt as her lips began to hardnen and push back against her hand.
"I'll tell him that, here's this." She handed a small mirror to Valley who looked into it. Her face also had jet black feathers on it, removing her hand revealed a small beak forming. Three more talons burst from her other foot as she pleaded once again
"I caaaaw! I caan't be a raven! I'm a human!" Hailey walked over and removed Valley's undergarments. Looking into the mirror Valley saw her face was covered in feathers and her mouth had finished becoming a beak. Her other arm followed the first as she dropped the mirror. Trying one last time she tried to plead
"Caw! Caw caw!" No matter how hard she tried she couldn't speak. So, she reached out with her wing and touched Haileys hand. But as she reached out it became harder and harder to extend her arm as they slowly tucked behind her back. She looked down with a shiver of ironic pleasure as her anus and vagina moved together to form her cloaca. Then she began to shrink. She hunched over, her body reforming so she would never stand upright again. As the transformation finished Valley looked down into the mirror and saw her eye shift from brown to purple, she fully resembled a raven. New thoughts entered her mind
'Eggs'
'Nesting'
'Flight'
'Mating'
'Offspring'
While she retained her human thoughts and mind she now had these new impulses and urges. She looked up to see Hailey writing in small notebook.
"Valley, Raven with purple eyes, room..." she checks her watch
"Room a2e365. I'm sorry this happened but try to become acclimated with your new life. Goodbye Valley."
She then faded away, leaving Valley alone.
Well, that's my story. After Hailey left I was forced to adapt to my new body. The first month I would continually hope to just wake up in my bed, ready for my old life. But that never happened. I got used to eating whatever I could find and flying oh flying. If there is any upside to the change (I still want to go back to my old life every day) its flying. Being able to soar through the skies unrestricted is freeing. The area im in is strange because if I fly more than around two miles in any direction I blink and end up back at the (now gone) campsite. I eventually figured put how to build a nest. Its not much, just some twigs in a tree but its mine.
One day I was doing my daily routine when I heard a whistle from bellow me. Soaring down I saw Hailey with a bag of birdseed. I perched on a tree branch near her and stared at her with resent. I continued my gaze until she extended some seed and my bird instincts took over and I automatically ate some.
"Thats better, I'm sorry I took so long to visit. How are you doing? I know its a big change but at least you have plenty of room to fly around. I got you this by the way, should make things easier."
She hung a small bird feeder on a nearby branch and continued
"Well, I'll be back." And she left me alone once again. She still visits every once in a while telling me more about how I'm lucky I still have my intellect and how I could behave been left as a mindless bird. I guess I am kinda lucky. Hold on, I see another Raven approaching my nest. Ooo he's a male, maybe ill get to feel the full bird experience ;)
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The sun was bright so bright it woke up Terry in a few moments. He hated it with passion and turned over only for it to still be in his eyes.
Terry sighed getting up from his bed his back ached and his head pounded. He had spent the night packing their stuff to move back to their home town. And like usual his younger brother forgot to pack and he had to do it.
He's gonna miss me when am dead. He thinks moving past his boxes to close his window. His boxes wide open go see his stuff he had stopped halfway too tired to continue.
"Your up?" He asks seeing the younger boy putting on his shoes. He was never up this early and usually woke up at ten or eleven.
"Your not." He laughs mentioning his hair wrapped and tired face. Terry rolled his eyes. "I am meeting with Valerie remember?"
"Your girlfriend?" Terry jokes leaning on the stairwell smirking at his pink face.
"No!" He says looking back at his shoes. "She invited me to a party and her friends couldn't come. And I want to be ready."
"What kind of party is so early?" He looks over to the clock that read 7:50.
"It's a long drive from here. The family is rich or something." He shrugs that's what Valerie had told him he didn't know the family either.
"What me to make you something?" He says walking down stretching. "Or do you want to wait for the drive?"
"I don't know may-Hey!" He says as Terry ruined his hair. "I worked hard on this!"
"Okay." He pulls out some milk and cereal. "You want some eggs or?"
"Naw I'll take a sandwich." He says looking for his coat. "Where's my-"
"Upstairs to the left of your bed." He finished knowing he never remembered where it was.
"Thanks." He said running up the stairs to get them.
"Where's my-"
"Up." He says remembering he put his sunglasses there. He really is going to miss me when I die.
"Thanks." He said looking out the window. "There he is!"
"You forgot something!" He says taking his headwrap out. He promptly came back and kissed Terry's cheek.
"Your sandwich you idiotic freckle!" He says as the girl in the car laughed at the nickname Ace stuck his tongue out embarrassed and the older Tornado happily returned the gesture.
But he did take his sandwich ad he would consider it a win.
He quickly needed to get a shower and put on some old clothes he needs to pack he couldn't believe how long this summer had felt.
The death of their uncle had taken a bit of a toll on the both of them he was always busy but he did make efforts whether or not they were needed. He left Terry everything in his estate. So he decided maybe a change of paste and place would help him.
He didn't have such luck. He had to be ready for a call every day about something. He had to do a funeral, a will reading, getting custody of Ace and on top take care of him.
It wasn't like he didn't already he practically raised Ace after their mom died. He still missed her despite not knowing her much.
And hate the bastard that killed her. He thinks closing a box angrily. He had his face burned in memory.
And if I ever have to-
The doorbell rang knocking him out of his daze he didn't even shower yet and someone was at the door. Geez, why is the world so up?
"Terrac-" a big man started. He wore a black suit and had glasses like any businessman. This should have been sign one it was bad along with his government name.
"Terry." He corrects instantly leaning by the door. Everyone always knew after a bit not to call him that.
"I have a letter for you and it's urgent matters we need to discuss." He started to be cut off.
"You have a warrant?" He asks quickly he was smarter than that.
"Am not coming in I just need to make sure this was delivered."
"And read." He hands him a card. "Call me when you do it seems like you have a lot to do." He was judging the state of the house.
Bitch. Terry slammed the door close.
Is it a government letter? No, it's never this serious. Is it the court telling me that I can't adopt Ace? No am almost 18 it's cool.
Then who the fuck was that? Is this blackmail?! What the fuck have I done now?!
Terry breathe and open the letter it can't be that bad, can it?
"Where the fuck is he?!" A voice screamed through the house. Everyone paused hearing it they knew who that was they didn't know why he was here.
Steve's head snapped away from Cree towards an angry Terrence Tornado who had papers in his head. His eyes were dangerous as they glowed purple and that was a bad sign. It meant he was pissed.
"Where the fuck is your father?!" He screams marching towards him.
"Outback why do you-" He couldn't even finish his sentence when the hardest slap he ever got in his life it threw him into the wall. "Ow!" He screams dropping his punch to hold his face as it burned as Tifa asked him if he was okay. His teens and their parents stood in shock knowing the uninvited teen came to start something.
But what?
"Terry what the-" He looked around not finding him.
"Fernando you little bitch!" He screams walking down the staircase that lead to the party for said, man. "What the fuck?!"
Steve quickly went to the balcony to watch as did his teens. His father stood shocked holding his mother's hand who eyes broadened at the sight of purple eyes. So did a few others knowing what they meant.
"Terrance?" He asks as his guests looked at the scene playing before them. Their eyes fixated on how angry Terry was. The way his eyes light up and his face of pure rage.
"What are you doing?"
"I could ask you the same thing!" He pulls the letter open and unfolds it."What the fuck is this?!"
"Paper?" A glass got thrown at his head for that perfect aim. A few gasped when Terry threw it as it nearly hit Rose.
"No a court order for custody of your son." He says looking back on it. "You never claimed him when he was born what's your motive now?!"
"What-"
"How are you pull up to me?!? Tell me " Oh I wanna see my kid so bad am taking you to court for it" like you dont owe him fucking thousands of dollars of child support?!"
He screams walking close to them as they walked back people wondering if they should call the cops.
"I swear on your life if you don't get your head out of your ass and cancel this court date I'll sue you right for negligence and abandonment!"
The air got silent quickly at that. Terry's face didn't look like he was messing around. Mr.Fizz took a sip of the champagne they were serving at his party.
"Terrance-"
"Don't you fucking dare." He snaps knowing he was egging him on. He of all people should know he hated that name.
"Fine Terry. How about we go inside and-"
"And what? Lie to me? Blackmail me? Like you did my mom?" He says not letting him finish people began to whisper.
"I never-"
"Yeah, you did you piece of shit." He says nonchalantly. He wasn't even mad very at that just disappointed.
"Why I never!" Mrs.Dickson announced holding Rose's hand. "What a rude ill-mannered boy. Whatever this is is being blown out of proportion. Did you really need to come today and ruin it?"
Macy Dickson always was a hard-spoken woman she always said what was on her mind. She wouldn't allow her best friends twenty-five marriage be tainted.
Terry looked back at her ready to curse her out and then saw a banner reading: "Happy Anniversary Fernando and Rosetta Fizz."
He didn't have the reaction you'd expect he didn't become sheepish or have a moment of realization he smirked with malice intent.
"Oh, so you didn't tell Rose this party is basically a lie?" He laughs like he was told a joke.
"Terrance-"
"Because you fucked my mom a decade ago? And hid your affair child?" He laughs shaking his head. "She could do better."
"Wait what?!" Steve said from the balcony everyone glanced to see his shocked face as if he been slapped. As his cheek was redder than his shirt. "Dad what's he's talking about?!" The realization of something hitting him hard.
"You a bastard! Your so lucky people are here so I can't kill you!" He stepped forward. "Kinda the way you killed my mom!"
"I-"
"Yeah, you fucking did! I heard that phone call!" He stepped closer again as his wife removed herself from this display completely distraught.
"Was she not enough?! You wanna take Ace from me too?!"
"I swear to God every time our families meet someone from mines dies! What do you want this time?!"
"I don't want-"
"Speak for fucks sake-!"
"Then let me!" He screamed back. He coughs quickly realizing he too now was causing a scene.
"I don't know much about this just yet this was sprung on me a few days ago. Whatever this is can be over promptly."
They stood there looking at each other unfazed waiting for the other to make their move everyone knew the air was tense and that they shouldn't butt in. Two minutes passed before Terrence moved.
"Dear Terrace Max Tornado, We hope that this letter finds you in good health as we recently became aware of you taking custody of your younger brother Alejandro Ace Tornado after the recent death of your uncle Ice Tornado."
Mr.Fizz gapped knowing he was backed into a corner everyone became speechless as they heard intensely Steve leaned in hearing from far.
"But we the court of Virginia state are sorry to inform you that you cannot as his biological father Fernando Burno Fizz wishes to also get that right and demand custody of Alejandro the least fifty percent."
Terry looked back at him testing him.
Say something I dare you. His eyes yelled smirking.
"Your court date is the first Tuesday of next month. Please being a lawyer and any paperwork that helps with your case as we cannot continue with your demand for custody of your younger brother. While it is unusual to allow it to you at the recent age of sixteen."
"Please contact us or your lawyer for any questions."
He stopped reading looking back on him testing him. His eyes no longer glowing but we're deep purple signaling he was still angry. Mr.Fizz looked down at his glass knowing he was deep in a hole now.
"I haven't even opened the second one you bitch." He snaps putting the letter back. Everyone mouth was open even Macy's
"Terence is it?" His wife asks getting close to him. "Terry." He corrected taking his eyes off him he could sense she wasn't mad.
"What don't you go inside? I want to have a few words with you about your brother." She asked placing her empty wine glass and coming towards.
"Rose this isn't -" Her husband tried he was then giving a hard slap to the face knocking him in the pool people gasping when she poured her champagne on him. Terry put a hand over his mouth as she screamed obscenities in Spanish his way.
"Come on honey." She says quickly shooing him into her kitchen away from the eyes and talk. "You don't have to worry about him anymore."
"Now can you tell me about Ace?" She asks closing the windows
"Don't you want to deal with that?" He asks hearing commotion and Mr.Fizz's voice.
"He made his bed." She says taking off her fancy clothes and heels. Terry looked away for a moment and she looked completely different when out of fancy clothes she still had her makeup.
"Am beautiful I know." She makes a gesture and smirks as Terry softly laughs. They stared at the table not knowing where to start.
"Can I see the letter?" She asks reaching for it."If you will let me?"
"Go for it. I haven't read the other one." He says handing both over. He had been so pissed he flew over with his powers knocking over some cars and mailboxes he hoped no one saw it.
He looked intensely at her as her face went through so much yet not one tear. She then looked back at him and the letter he suddenly felt awkward.
Did she not know? Did I miss read her? Oh God, she didn't know any of this, did she?
Mrs. Dickson was right I just ruined her whole marriage. But I am right she could do way better.
Maybe I shouldn't have barged in and embarrassed her.
"Here." She says dropping a glass of juice. "It's early and you looked like you haven't eaten yet."
"Am good." He says not wanting to overstay his welcome she nods and drinks it.
"So want to discuss?"
"Sure."
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Steve winced again when a new layer of ice was put on his face. Chad raised an eyebrow at him annoyed.
"Sorry but this hurts." He says remembering how he got the wound. Terry was stronger than he remembered.
"I still say you fight him or something," Cree said disapproving of him. "He just slapped you like it's nothing important he can't get away from that he assaulted you!"
"I'll talk to my mom about it." He said remembering his mom taking the angry teen to her personal kitchen even he wasn't in. They had been there for hours.
"Is what he saying about your dad true?" Jushtin asked confused. "Or is not?"
Steve thought back to something that happened a few months ago.
"I'll do my best Estaban." Those words echoed in his head as he thought for a second.
"Hold the fuck up." He says getting up and running the stairs. "Hold the fuck up?"
"What's this about?"
"Does mom know?"
"Who is that?"
"Terry?!"
"Dad!" He says coming into the room only to see his dad on the phone.
"Remember a few months ago?"
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ive bought harrow the ninth and am now attempting to reread act 1 so that i may understand it better
ianthe clearly proposes that Harrow not get herself killed trying to bring Gideon back - reading it over again. instead to take the future and somehow?? be really powerful together and forget about their cavaliers. but harrow says no
im once again struck with how offhand this book introduces the concept that the empire goes out to deliberately kill planets over a couple of generations
now im not sure....there also seems to be an implication that there’s no aliens - because they say only humanity has a soul - but client planets were said to rebel - i guess the human colonisers rebel against central solar system command sometimes? but then what enemy does the Cohort fight? possibly it’s just bigotry that they think aliens dont have a soul
but like - they find LIVING PLANETS and then - kill them slowly. to the extent that they need to move the entire population. WHAT? why do they do that??? just so they can do some bone tricks???!
what the fuk
so how did the planets get murdered again? and which solar system planets could really have been said to have had enough life to have a soul?? cos like, only one of them is really known for that
why did God give Harrow the choice to go back home TWICE if he was never going to let her?
once again, why mess with the Hand candidates if God was always gonna come for Cytherea? just to mess with him more?
yeah - harrow keeps hearing and saying ortus ninegad but the rest of the world remembers gideon.
Harrow truly is totally mentally shattered AND time is totally fucked up
but sometimes in the fake-ish timeline Harrow remembers but doesn’t remember Gideon - like how she notes that there were two womb-bearing members of the Ninth who were the right age...but only elaborates on herself
for some reason - Harrowhark remembers Ianthe’s arm ripped from her by Cytherea - but now it’s whole. for some reason
that letter is still so what the fuck
‘like you did the last time’ - hm harrowhark sewed Ianthe’s lips shut? how did she come by the power?
is ianthe - calling Harrowhark God?
throughout the first act, they keep referring to time, having too much time, or not mastering time, or not having enough time, ‘this time’ etc.
the eggs you gave me all died - that’s DIRECTED at Harrow, is my theory
ok but the planet revenants come after Lyctors and also God (- God became God when? at the Resurrection) before the Lyctors happened - God was still at Canaan House - despite the Revenants already coming right...
is Teacher criticising god and lyctors for leaving Canaan House lol?
ok so yeah Canaan House WAS part of a ‘last sacrifice’
ok so - Harrowhark is a little resurrection miracle. This implies that God killed a lot to resurrect the Houses.
wow God is being a very dad to Harrow
Blood of Eden - BOE - they turned their back on the solar system. now they hate necromancy. in other words - when the solar system died, God resurrected it - but before that point some humans had fled - lived. and they can see what absolute fuckin horror necromancy is ACTUALLY
so what im getting is...maybe...god resurrected humanity by killing the planets...?
i just realised that Ianthe has taken Gideon’s place as the smartass in the room - the counterweight to Harrow’s portentousness
what the fuck do augustine’s comments to Mercy mean???? why is she unloveable? why would he say that God doesn’t need her? and why is it obscene that Augstine calls God John? What is the dangerous game she’s playing? What was the foul implication??
‘Then that is your downfall’ OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Harrow BURN!!!
what i don’t get is - the Cohort is an army - when they land they die because they’re being killed by an enemy at the front - NOT in pure sacrifice for thanergy. so why does only the death of humans and planets produce thanergy. why is the death of the enemy not good enough? they don’t have fuckin souls?? they MUST be complex life. and doesn’t a planet produce a constant stream of thanergy? but i guess it’s not dying enough - generally its life maintains itself in ecosystems.....unless a fuckin lyctor ‘makes the juice flow’ i guess!
sometime in the next book there IS gonna be a ‘are we the baddies’ meme. muir loves memes and she stuck skulls on absolutely EVERYTHIGN. Like WHY THE FUCK would you colonise planets if you gotta kill them for it? LOL????
huh? augustine just said that they can’t use necromancy when in the river - but mercy mocked harrow for having hypothermia ? implying her fundamental failure was not being able to necro while in the river? Harrow’s inability was what was wrong partly right?? oh no ok it’s how Harrow tried to compensate for her body going lights out while in the river. alright. that was written confusingly
how and why is this a completely different story???
The Sleeper.......is Harrowhark? the suit is too close to what she was wearing killing the asteroid. and the sleeper is lying on ‘something’. oh they just straight up say it lololol
ortus got into trouble 19 years ago...hhmmmmm wasn’t Gideon 19??? huh? which is why Mercy started at Harrow’s peculiar YELLOW eyes that Harrow can’t see herself i think
‘i do things face to face’ ortus says after stabbing harrow. HUH? why go for a stab if decapitating would have done the job? just to give her a small chance to fight back? (face to face?)
why not tell God that ‘his’ attack dog is trying to kill you?
why does Ortus the First want me dead? ‘who?’ ---uh. has she forgotten him completely (time shit) or is she saying the wrong name? mercy wouldnt reply like that then right?
she told him and he’s like - oh well guess you gotta just get through repeated almost-successful attacks on your life. ???? THANKS GOD!!!
‘you, with your unfortunate memory for poetry’ HA! i love how we are reminded that she knew all the fuckin damn books nearly by heart which is insane!
Teacher suggests his dying at least three times a day?? hahaha what?.........................is this purely a meme reference. is that meme the mental image im supposed to have of Teacher??????????? is this trying to say that this meme was preserved in the amalgamation of human life that is Teacher?? oh my god....
no.....palamedus and camilla....did old Harrow really kill them.....
seems like all the murders were consensual maybe?
it’s probably too straightforward that Harrow created and alternate timeline and made for a Harrow Lyctor without Gideon dying and kicked her to the original? maybe she took Ianthe and Coronabeth with her bc she needed Ianthe’s help
is this Cytherea or Dulcinea? Pro seems real this time. why does Dulcie call Pal and Cam strands and cords?
did muir put in a fuckin secondary school S - muir’s just like - im gonna put in all the memes as a nod to ancient human culture
still no idea what the messages are that Harrow is getting
This Harrow is so goddamn sick. I mean she was sick before, but at least she had Gideon. Really do feel that that helped her. now she didn’t have that -- AND she’s getting slapped with trauma another five times
if ortus can undo the thanergy of her own bone then why not simply crumble HARROW into dust? cos there’s a core of thanergy fusion in her that he can’t undo?
FLKJDFKLJSDLFSD fucking IANTHE ‘Wow! Not how I imagined this happening, at all.’ FUCKIN HELL
Harrow with her fucking fucked up dramatic inner monologues about weakness and Ianthe comes in with this shit. she really is doing Gideon proud here.
Did love Harrow’s musings about how only a truly idiotically obedient Cavalier would be the only one to keep to a vow of silence. HAH! nice one muir
‘have you taken the time to rest lately?’ asks God, YOUR FUCKING SAINT IS TRYING TO KILL HER IN THE FUCKING BATH YOU IDIOT AHAHAHAHA
JEZUS FUCKING CHRIST - try and be normal Harrow! try and make some soup and read a book! Harrow: *does and then hyperventilates hidden under her bed after 86 hours of zero sleep*
she was trying to remember what cutlery did. why is this so goddamn funny hahahaa. this book has ONLY been Harrow being in extreme states of misery ALL THE TIME both mentally and physically to the point of death
GOD IS HAPPY THAT SHE MADE SOUP AND DOESNT EVEN FUCKIN NOTICE SHE’S NOT SLEPT FOR A WEEK SOMEHOW THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS SHIT
thats what you fucking GET you piece of shit god! you push a prodigy teen to the brink and she fuckin explodes your lyctor and feeds you her fuckin marrow. maybe you shouldn’t have ignored her goddamn fucking understandable distress
SHE FUCKIN HITS HIM WITH THE FUCKIN TRUTH what an IDIOT of a God. he truly doesn’t understand mortality anymore huh
I LOVE HOW MERCYMORN CONTINUES TO MAKE HARROW YOUNGER IN HER HEAD AHAHAHAHAHAHA she’s only nine years old!!!hahahaha
naturally God focuses on how - wait- actually harrow is truly an INSANE necromancer - INSANE
still no idea what the fuck is going on in the not-past
aww. ianthe’s scent soothes harrow now. begrudgingly of course.
i thought this was gonna be lovely angsty harrow/gideon but naturally that did not happen
harrow is comfortable! first time in the whole book! one moment of comfort!!!
‘love my twin, also murder’ tridentarius pffjlfjdljf
‘how i crave your honeyed words’ hah
wow this scene sure is weirdly sexual with these similes lol ‘as though she had shyly undressed for you’ ok there Harrow you about to chop her arm off calm it probably sex repulsed thirsty teen
i do love how....there is this theme again that’s everybody underestimating the main character - who is actually a prodigy. Gideon had that with the sword and Harrow also has it with being a Lyctor now
it’s so telling that these Saints would rather be shits to these babies than help Ianthe grow a new fuckin arm
i dont see why Ianthe can’t work off this bone construct which is her own stuff and put some flesh on it since SHES A FLESH NECRO?
Ianthe that’s super gay
wow muir really never delivers on full gay does she??? i dont mind but i think it’s so striking hahaa
how are Harrow and Ianthe still hung up on the Saint of Duty? i mean, if they dont have him against the RB they’re dead anyway
why is the First going through rain and ice?
Harrow haunted? naawwww
i cant help but like mercymorn though - she cares. it’s soured ages ago but she cares.
awww Harrow needs Ianthe to sleep
Ianthe constantly poking Harrow for her prudishness is so goddamn funny.
‘It’s the type of energy i wish to take into my future’ AHAHAHAHAHAAH IANTHE MY GOD
‘i always forget you were an honest to go nun ... and six years old to boot if you listen to mercymorn’ HAHAHAHAHAHA
‘you look good enough that im proud of my handiwork but not so good that i’ll be consumed with lust and ravish you over the nut bowl’ fpdfjsdfkjsd this is what harrow means with crude japery and yet....
mercymorn has started to call harrow three years old. i will NEVER tire of this gag
all of the blood of eden stuff happened in the past 25 years??? god was on the erebos, but he also remembers ortus kicking the commander out of an airlock? that was in the last 25 years??
Ianthe‘s carressing the nape of Harrow’s neck. hmmhm
its honestly super weird if you think about it for more than 10 seconds that theyre talking about their cavaliers whom they murdered (im still not sure if all consensually) ten thousand years ago (!) and how hot they were that just seems.....fucked up
Harrow is like WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! basically all the time but especially now. yep well that was to be expected i guess lololol
Harrow being painfully frozenly fascinated by (god having) sex and deeply repulsed is very Harrow
oh nooooo well that was a perfect kiss between them really
the funny thing about Harrow is that though she is so completely fucked up - just like Gideon - she is fundamentally a helper.
why wouldn’t Harrow have thought of blood wards! she knew he could only bleed thanergy! it;s the first thing i thought - just use not bone wards then!
ortus thinks anastasia is in Harrow - which makes me think - why does he think that’s possible?
mercymorn now calls Harrow a two-year-old. i am waiting for embryonic genius
so did they use the river to get to the planets theyre killing?
Harrow feels the peace and pleasure of a stroll through nature that she has come to kill
oh my god - Harrow somehow saved Cam and Pal is still attached to the mortal plane!!
Harrow helps Cam risking herself entirely just like that. yknow as she does
i wonder if Pal has realised that Harrow is not who he remembers
i think he realised once he realised haz mat suit was Harrow also...
ianthe xo’d harrow.....lol
im sad that original harrow is definitely dead.... :( loved her. guess gideon’s not coming back either. not sure how the second adept survived. she didn’t survive in the original timeline either. but she was ‘killed’ in the other - just like coronabeth..so that means soemthing
this whole ‘flashback’ stuff to Canaan House is Harrow being in the River the whole time. the cold temperatures, the blood, the creatures theyre fishing from the sea that apparently abominations
after all, we’ve just learned about river bubbles and a haz!harrow that can change their parameters.
all the people ‘dead’ she’d not spoken to much or at all beforehand. like they’re NOT real, in the River. the only one not like that is Dyas...
the fact that the narrative keeps calling Dulcie, Dulcie means she’s really Dulcie.
there’s giant organs falling from the ceiling. this is definitely the river
they talk about time AGAIN
the Body is the devil who let herself be used to complete the work of Teacher and the Lyctors in his mythology....hmm. and when they realised the price (AFTER? the work was done?) they wanted her dead but he buried her....SHE allowed them to become Lyctors?? I still don’t understand why the heck that was necessary
the king is dead, long live the king. hmmmm
Harrow comes onto a hallucination of the devil who was her first crush with the voice of her parental figures and the eyes of a love interest she can no longer remember - which is actually not precisely a hallucination probably - and gets summarily rejected lol OUCH (the Body didn’t mean it that way ofc)
Harrow is so repressed on every single front but definitely sexually
I love Mercy
so there is death beyond death. does everybody go into the river and become a mad horrid ghost? like - is that everybody’s fate? how awful
ok so God DID resurrect the planets also. ? but like. then why are there resurrection beasts?
what does resurrection mean? and who killed the planets in the first place?
BECOMING NONE HOUSE, LEFT GRIEF
oh.....my god.
ARE YOU AND IANTHE BEING SAFE!!?!?!?! HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA
HIS BODYGUARD IS THE DEVIL??
so the destruction of Earth somehow made God? as though it was something that simply followed from it
A.L. was destroyed in the first assault? Of an RB
so the RB’s were happily running off in the other direction until they decided to fuck around and kill their mates to become immortal and powerful - then the RB’s turned around and came towards them - which meant leaving the planets God had resurrected forever.
what the fuck god??? hahahahaa
God always seems so likeable goddamn.
Harrow is such a dramatic bitch. Affection??? JUST KILL ME!!! KILL ME!! LET ME SMASH THE GLASS SO I CAN KNEEL IN IT AND BLEED ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!!
Harrow goes into her fun kid's game of not dying to traps.
But she instantly calls him father. OH MY GOD
HE DOESNT BELIEVE HER!!!
'then that will be your downfall' - is what Harrow said to Augustine AND IT WILL BECOME TRUE FOR THEM ALL
to be dismissed like that where it hurts most - to have God Dad dismiss her only slip of comfort her only pillar of truth in this crazy old world
'nobody had watched you leave'
SOMEBODY HAD - I love all the deliberate references to Gideon
Temporal lobe!!!! Again the temporal lobe!!!
So why was it again that Harrow refused to be locked in with the Emperor?
So isn't God gonna check out Harrow's temporal lobe? He's just gonna let that mystery go to its death?
WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKK
Muir what the fuck??!!!!!!!!
Oh it was.....a hallucination?
Always love how this dips into genuine horror sometimes
What's weird is that Lyctors seem made for the task of going into the river and killing Resurrection Beasts - instead of the other way around.
So say - that the sword somehow holds Gideon's soul (we've just learned that that's possible from Pal and also Ortus trying to get Pent to summon his grandma by his sword) - does it not make sense that Harrow 'for some reason' stabbing Cytherea's corpse with it transferred it to her? Or maybe it's SOMEHOW Anastasia if Ortus was macking on her. But Ortus thought HARROW had/was Anastasia.
IANTHE WANTS TO MARRY HARROW - HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA
Every fucking chapter doesn't make things any clearer. This is worse than Gideon the ninth
Hello???? Am I reading a canon alternate universe roleswap au??? What the FUCK is going on. This is like - if they hadn't gassed the 200 and her parents instead adopted Gideon for her clear necromantic gifts which nobody noticed somehow the other time round
I do love how Aiglamene was the sole source of slight comfort in Gideon's life. And Crux was Harrow's - apparently in any sequence of events.
Harrow is tumbling through timelines. But how can you do that just by messing with the lobe?
WHAT!! WHAT!!!
Is this...is this what I think it is??? Is thi
The fanfic roots are STRONG in this one. In fact I believe I've READ this fanfiction
Harrow's temporal fever dream (in the river?) HAD HER (Decidedly Not) VYING FOR 'HER DIVINE HIGHNESS' hand, which is either the Body or Gideon or both lololol. Seeing as the previous had Gideon as the main unnamed titled character - I bet it's Gideon ahahaaga
A fucking. COFFEESHOP AU. OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD
We've had roleswap, 'ball' au, and coffee shop au populated by the ghosts of the dead LOLOL,
I knew it!! I knew that they were ghosts and that they were in the river!!
Ok so but when did Harrow shoddily create the bubble? When she adjusted her memories at the start? When is this. Ah Harrow has the same thought hahaa
So the stage is a - she was building her memories while sleeping?
Why is that she cannot access her lyctorhood like this...
I just realised that Harrow's mind made the party food taste like SALT based on Ianthe's cooking!!!! Hahahaha
THE NARRATOR IS GIDEON. But it doesn't sound like Gideon though
There's more to the work than simply preserving Gideon's soul though. There are next steps that Harrow prepared for that Harrow doesn't know about yet
Who was the sleeper and why was it in Harrows riverscape of memories that she ACCIDENTALLY??? made
Ok she sounds like Gideon NOW
Gideon no it's not because she didn't want you! It's because she wanted you to live!!!!!
And she succeeded....your soul is INTACT in her body!!!! You're protecting her with full consciousness!! How the fuck. And why didn't that happen before when she went to the bubble?
Are the ghosts of the contestants happy that they got pulled out of the River briefly? Or were they so briefly in there they couldn't remember?
She returned them to the RIVER???? is that really such a kind fate????
Something has gone wrong in the River - yeah because why r all these ghosts going insane and stoppering it up like slib
Do love how Muir has found a way to give these characters more screentime
I actually said 'oof' when Harrow screamed at Ortus - oof that really is embarrassing. GodDAMN Ortus you stepping up with the emotional support!
I've EVEN read the damn fanfic in which they switched bodies. My god.
A. L. apparently is thought to wander about still. I think she's the body....I do believe she's the body. That's why the Lyctors are scared of her
She thought - what. Mercy is talking about blood of Eden's commander. What is going onnnnn still!!!! Mercy is the traitor I guess. But how is blood of Eden connected to the ninth house and the body?
Why is Mercy awake on the mithraeum and not in the River anyways?
Gideon.... And the commander were in cahoots? So did A. L. and Anastasia an the body and the commander all have the same eyes?????
What the fuck is going on indeed.
Cytherea seems to have had a plan B for getting revenge on the Emperor. Or something had a plan B with her corpse as the main weapon.
If guns are so effective against people why aren't they still used.
The messages are from the commander. I.e. Gideon's mother. I.e. Anastasia? We never explicitly did learn how she met her end no? Gideon was convinced that Anastasia had taken the baby. It just seems incongruous how the Emperor spent like 80 years on the Erebos and the Lyctors were faffing about - meanwhile there was this drama going on in the last half century?
I love Abigail Pent. Love that I got to see more of her.
I'd honestly forgot that Judith was alive by the end of all of that shit
The sleeper is -the sleeper is Gideon's mother. Also. She's haunted by her mother. SOMEHOW. what the fuck? They couldn't drag her spirit back from the river they said!
'you wizards never learn' there's a whole modern regular sci fi world and culture out there! Or maybe it's just a. L.
Is it? Or is it Anastasia? Or is it the commander? Or are they the same thing?
The sleeper wants Harrow's body. Somehow invaded it - probably from the river? - which means its Anastasia or the commander. Which means that whatevers possessing Cytherea is someone else.
In retrospect - Harrow's coldness to Ianthe talking about - to what her - seemed nonsense at the time - in the very first part - doesn't quite fit.
Oh my fucking GOD Gideon is fighting Ianthe for messing around with her fucking girlfriend - who is HARROW, who actually, Ianthe wants to marry.
They just went from ramping up to a serious fight to Gideon dropping Corona's name and suddenly they're like - ah we got more important priorities actually.
Augustine's first thought at thinking a.l./the body (?) is in Harrow is John - and the Second is Joy!(mercy?)
'How I was gonna have to take showers with all your clothes on.' fuckin Gideon hahahaha
Wonder if Ianthe truly believes what she's saying - that Harrow was trying to rid hersel of Gideon. It's preposterous. It's just hurtful talk.
GIDEON REALLY THOUGHT THAT LOOK TO MEAN THAT HARROW DIDNT LOVE HER??? THIS IS A CONSTANT BARRAGE OF ALL THE ANGSTY DRAMATIC SHIT IVE BEEN YEARNING FOR
Oh my fucking god Gideon calling Ianthe out for being in love with Harrow in the most iconic way ufsojdjdodnd 'she wants the D - the D stands for dead'
Crazy brain-mutilated Harrow sure made it seem that way I can tell ya that!!
Hahahahahaha Ianthe remembering Harrows prudish Ortus/Cytherea shit. Amazing
Aw Gideon really went and fell right into the cavalier/bone mistress shit huh. And trying to shield Harrow - well as noted before - very necessary because harrow has been having a godawful miserable time - mostly because of herself.
Gideon appreciating Ianthe's pun xD
Love how neither of them position themselves as the love of Harrows life but instead as inexorably attached to her by the sheer role they play in her life - they don't dare aspire to what they think they can't get.
Muir realises this is gonna end up as a Gideon/Harrow(/theBody)/Ianthe ship right?
Oh WOW THIS IS AMAZING. nonius the legendary nonius!!! Come to protect Harrow!!!
For some reason the Sleeper can manipulate the rules of this River bubble and doesn't seem surprised about it
If all her cavaliers were this excited for death, she was definitely the problem.lololol. somehow Harrow, you inspired undying loyalty in even a person that you treated abominably
Yeah Harrow you slowpoke. If the Sleeper can adjust the rules - so can you
If the sleeper was not Harrow's invention - but planted itself - then they're very lucky it got to the ghosts that weren't actually there - first.
So it was the commander....a portrait in a shuttle of blood of eden - can only be the commander. And redhaired? There are too many red haired people in this book!!
It's nice how all these ghosts got to have lasting impact from beyond the grave
NONIUS KNEW ORTUS/GIDEON?
Ok so ....there's the bed of the River with stoma. But there might also be the other side.
Did Harrow really not account for steps beyond her plan to mutilate her brain?
Is this book really gonna go: fuck you Gideon will die anyway ?????
But.wait. the sleeper had a two-hander. Where did that go???
I don't get it. If they go into the river - won't they also go insane?
SO NYAH!!!!!???
Ok but - what? The Commander ALSO -somehow - took over Cytherea's body?
'did the ten billion give you that too' I KNEW CANAAN HOUSE HELD EVEN GRUESOMER EXPERIMENTS AND SACRIFICES THAN LYCTORHOOD. God is made of ten billion souls. I think they killed humanity on earth to spare it 'slow inexorable apocalypse' and used the power to make the Empire from the resurrected. There was an extremely vague implication by Teacher to the amount of souls violated in Canaan house in the first book.
So God knows the commander went for the ninth house? Firstly, how. I don't understand how Anastasia fits in here!!! It would explain though how the commander
So the commander found the ninth house - and she died right? They tried to call her spirit but couldn't. But she became a revenant?
Ah. God THREW the bomb.
A fuckin wake me up inside joke jskdjskdnd
So Mercy and Augustine ( not Gideon ?) had all turned against God? And they were working with the commander to -... Make a baby????? And then evacuate the houses???? (For when God dies - there being a risk that Dominicus would go out I guess)
Make a baby/body to lever the one who lies in the tomb into....?
Love how the book foreshadowed Mercy and Augustine manipulating and lying to God - and turns out they did that on much bigger scale
They....meant to kill the baby to break the blood ward?
'The woman who I was pretty sure was my mother, wearing the body of the woman I'd had a crush on, who in turn had been wearing the identity of a woman she'd murdered -' KSNFKDJDKFJJFC
So why did they want this consistently characterised as kindly and humane god dead?
GIDEON THOUGHT IT WAS HIS!!!! But he called Wake Anastasia then????
They really are the same???
Oh my god I know what they're gonna say. Gideon is the daughter of God. WHICH HARROWS FUCKIN ROYALTY AU FEVER RIVER DREAM FUCKING FORESHADOWED HAAHAHAHAHHAA
Isn't it fucking ironic that God told Harrow that - HE WANTED HER TO BE HIS??? WHILE GIDEON HIS ACTUAL DAUGHTER WAS SPINNING INSIDE HER CHEST LIKE A LITTLE NUCLEAR FUSION REACTOR
They've been trying to kill him for more than 500 years???? Did mercymorn actually genuinely learn the extremely fine knowledge of the body for THIS purpose? How many thousands of years ago did they decide to kill god?
A fucking DAD JOKE
GIDEON REMEMBERING HOW SHE USED TO TELL HARROW HOW HER OTHER PARENT MIGHT BE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THE WORLD SO STOP PICKING ON HER
I am fucking DELIGHTED I AM SO GODDAMN OVERJOYED
It segues into a reminder of how shit their childhoods were and how their suffering had them lash out at each other endlessly and how it made Harrow suicidal and shit though - which is great
ALECTO'S EYES. THE A. FOR A. L.
A. L. The cavalier of God....but she walked. She had a body.
Ohhhhh. That's why they betrayed him. That age-old hurt. Ten thousand years old but still the bane of their existence, the seed of their madnesses. The loss of their cavaliers. Oh how did they manage to keep that from him?
I honestly thought - is Mercy saying she knows he killed humanity? But that's not what she couldn't have forgiven?
But why did he hide it? Why did he hide the perfect way? ('it would be easier' why???)
Ah. Yes. The expansion, why would the Emperor do that?
Uhhhhh. Couldn't Mercy have done that all along??????????????????????? Couldn't Mercy have killed God all along? That was both a trick and utterly sincere.
Augustine and Mercy were trying to do the right thing..... Mercy.... :'( Augustine was right. God is much less sentimental than he seems.
'im not even mad that you failed to either fix or put down Harrow' hm guess the constant kill quest HAD come from God after all. What a goddamn bitch of a man
What was the original plan? Unleash a. L. ? And then what? How would that help with the whole Dominicus going out problem?
Had God ever really thought to make up for all the bullshit he put his Lyctors through. He seems so affable and human but he's caused so much suffering. He's as good at manipulation at them - better!
The resurrection beast can't kill him, but he let his Lyctors die to them one by one anyway. So why??
Why are they punching each other in the River? They can use theorems right? God could blast Augustine to pieces same he did mercy?
Yes! It's true! Pyrrha and Gideon both exist in the same body - foreshadowed by his cavaliers build. There was something so fishy about it.
I love how Gideon has exactly the same response as me: what the fuck. Pyrrha??? Gideon??? What the fuck??? Why did they BOTH have an affair with their enemy??? So ok. Pyrrha stayed underground from Everybody for the thousand years. SOMEHOW their compartmentalisation let her pop up in his body regularly and not just when Gideon remembered her - because the hadn't fucked up his brain. But then how did THEY do that.
This absolutely galactic balsiness
The stoma thinks John is a resurrection beast. Might it be.....because he's..... A revenant. A 10 billion souled kinda- revenant ? A bit like.....Harrow is? Which is why he felt kin to her? Which is why he compared her creation to Resurrection?????I've really gotta reread those messages from commander wake.
A fucking jail for mother meme. Jail for one thousand years. Gideon how do you know this one????
I KNEW Ianthe would do that. Knew it. She doesn't want the system to die. Coronabeth is still out there. Well guess what - she's on the opposite side babe. Ok I realised that Gideon's mum apparently stuck to Gideon and then the sword? But also did Harrow manage to break the blood ward because of of her proximity to Gideon? Did Harrow uhhhh get put into a pocket in the river? But the emperor wasn't murdered!!! Fuckin chapters kept lying. They're on a hold planet. Finally - we meet the people. Alecto and Camilla and Corona? And Judith.? Did Alecto somehow do a time twisty around to come save Gideon at that moment in the river? Once again nothing much more is clear.
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Best Friend’s Brother ii
a/n: ik i said i wouldnt make a second part but a few people said they wanted one and i got to thinking and then this came about lol hope you like it
synopsis: you spend the day with the Mendes family after your date with Shawn.
wc: 1.7k
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part 1
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The bell above the door rang as you and Aaliyah entered the little restaurant. You took a quick glance around at the tables to find Karen and Manny sitting in the corner booth already. They were looking at the menus as if they weren’t memorized by all of you by now. You nudged Aaliyah and motioned to where her parents were.
“What are you getting this time?” She asked as you both walked towards the booth.
“Probably the blueberry pancakes. I got the eggs last time.” You mused out loud. “Or should I get the mixed berry waffles? They both come with a good bit of berries on the side. No never mind, I’m getting the pancakes.”
“Glad I could help you make that decision.” Aaliyah chuckled as you scooted into the couch against the wall. “Hey mum, hey dad.”
“Hey girls, how was your morning?” Manny asked, eyes still on the menu.
"Pretty good, you know Saturday mornings are my favorite.” You grinned.
Aaliyah scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully. “Ugh, such a sweet talker.”
Every Saturday morning, you had a breakfast date with Aaliyah and her parents. Sometimes Shawn was included, and other times, like today, he wasn’t. And every Saturday morning, without fail, Karen would guess exactly what you and Aaliyah were going to order.
“Alright Auntie Karen, hit me.”
“Hmm, let’s see. Aaliyah’s going to get the... she’s going to get the turkey sandwich with extra hash browns.” You turned to Aaliyah who nodded, not fazed that her mom knew what she was going to order. “And the cup of strawberries for desert.”
“That doesn’t count, she gets it every time. Now me.”
“You... I think you’re going to get the mixed berry waffles.” You opened your mouth to correct her, but she cut you off. “No no, don’t tell me! You’re going to get the umm the blueberry pancakes! I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Every time! How do you do it?” You exclaimed.
Karen laughed and waved you off. “Magic, darling”
The waitress came and took the orders from Manny with a look on her face that said ‘I know these people, but I’m not sure where from’. Something you were quite used to when going out with the Mendes family. After she left, Aaliyah chatted with her mom while you chatted with Manny, recounting the events of the past week the others didn’t know about.
There was a lull in the conversation when Manny received an important email he had to check and Aaliyah took out her phone to text her boyfriend. Karen cleared her throat and looked over at you. “So we uh, we thought Shawn might be joining us this morning for breakfast. Considering your date went well last night?”
Suddenly, Manny’s email wasn’t important anymore and Aaliyah’s conversation with Jordan was put on hold and all eyes were on you.
“Uh yeah, it went really well actually.” You smiled, ears heating up at the memory of last night. “He said he wanted to head to his apartment today, wanted to write something in the studio thing he’s got there.”
Karen and Manny made eye contact and smiled. “Mm, not surprising.” Karen mumbled.
“No, not at all.” Manny replied, picking up his phone and returning to his email.
You raised your eyebrows in question and turned to Aaliyah. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She shrugged in response, “If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you.”
You groaned and ran your hands through your hair. “I hate you guys and your secrets.”
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The drive back to the house was mostly uneventful. Manny insisted he play his music, which you found hilarious and Aaliyah found embarrassing.
Karen was dropped off at her office on the way to take her car back home. Aaliyah called shotgun as soon as her mom got out of the car, leaving you alone in the backseat. You decided to take advantaged of the situation and take up the whole back seat.
You took out your phone and saw that Shawn had replied to your good morning text while you were at breakfast.
shawnie boy: morning
shawnie boy: are you guys done with breakfast?
you: yea, heading home rn
you: you still at your apartment?
shawnie boy: why? do you miss me already?
you: maybe..
You definitely missed him already.
shawnie boy: ur cute
shawnie boy: i came home, brian stopped by to raid my fridge so i brought him with me
shawnie boy: hes staying for lunch
you: see u guys in a bit
As soon as you sent your reply, you received a text from someone else. You were going to swipe it away when you realized it was from Brian.
brian craigen (shawn’s friend): hey y/n
You quickly changed his redundant contact name before replying.
you: hey brian, whats up?
Brian never really texted you, not to say that you didn’t talk. He was Shawn’s best friend and you were Aaliyah’s. All four of you were almost always at their house. You were all very much a part of each other’s childhoods growing up. But he just never texted you. If he ever had something to say to you, he would just wait until he saw you next. There was never anything urgent in your conversations.
So you had no clue why he was texting you right now.
brian criagen: are you texting shawn rn?
brian criagen: like currently
you: yea?
brian craigen: dude hes smiling at his phone mad hard rn
you: does everyone know this is going on?
brian craigen: everyone’s known since forever y/n dont kid yourself
you: oof was i that obvious?
brian craigen: you both were
“Hey, is the air on back there?” Manny called to you in the back, looking at you through the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, it’s good.” You reassured him.
He raised an eyebrow at you and turned it up a little more, regardless of your reply. “Are you sure? You’re face is really red, kid.”
“It’s because she’s texting Shawn.” Aaliyah teased in a sing-song voice.
“Am not!” Not fully a lie on your part.
“So she’s texting about Shawn. Same thing.”
Manny chuckled and shook his head at you and his daughter’s antics.
When you got home, you saw Shawn’s car in the driveway. No one missed the way you perked up in your seat.
“Don’t get too excited.” Aaliyah smirked, fishing out her keys to the front door.
“Shut up.” You groaned and walked away from her and into the kitchen. You saw Brian on the couch and called out a ‘Hey, Brian’ in passing.
Shawn turned around as soon as he heard your voice. “Hey.” He smiled, cheeks the most adorable shade of pink and a steaming mug of what you knew was green mint tea in his hand.
You hip checked him when you reached the counter and grabbed yourself a mug. Seeing his mug of tea made you want to make some of your favorite too.
“Hey.” You smiled. Shawn came to stand closer to you while you added some water to the kettle and pulled out a tea bag.
You hopped up on the counter as you waited for your water to boil. Shawn came to stand right in front of you and put his forearms on your shoulders.
This wasn’t necessarily new, all the touching and close quarters, both of you always had a lack of needing personal space. At least around each other. But it felt new. He wasn’t your best friend’s brother who you secretly had a crush on anymore. But he wasn’t anything else at this point really. It was too early to tell.
Shawn leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You hummed, a ghost of a smile on your lips.
Shawn raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the banter. “Oh, so we’re keeping secrets this early in our relationship?”
“Yup, I’m a tough cookie to crack. Can’t get me that easy.”
“I think I already know what’s got your mind working overtime.”
“Pray tell.”
“I think you wanna know what we are.” Shawn’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. He really didn’t want to have gotten that wrong.
You bit your lips at his words, shocked at how easily he could read you. “Am I that easy to read?”
“A little bit.” Shawn shrugged. “But maybe it’s also because I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
“Then what are we? It’s only been one date. Or two.”
“But it’s also been a decade. I know you like the back of my hand. Not something most people can say after one or two dates.”
“You are incredibly right Mr. Mendes. Whatever shall we do? Simply be pliant in the hands of a higher power?”
“It seems we have but no choice.” Shawn giggled, bumping his nose against yours.
“Mm, good. I don’t like making choices. Too much thinking is required.”
“Then let me do the thinking for you.” Shawn leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. It wasn’t a needy kiss or an experimental kiss. It was just a kiss. Granted, it wasn’t a short one. It was like both of you were taking a crash course on what it’s like to feel loved by the other. Every kiss he gave you felt like it was waiting to happen since you first met.
You didn’t know how long you were sat there on the counter, Shawn standing between your legs. You water had long finished boiling. The table that was clear when you first arrived was now fully set, courtesy of Aaliyah you presumed.
Considering the fact that she was sitting right there.
“Uh, hi Liyah?” Shawn said, breaking the tension.
“Is this what I’m gonna have to deal with from now on?”
“Come on Aaliyah, we all knew this was gonna happen at one point.” Brian came up from behind her and patted her on the head, messing up her hair in the process. “I, for one, am glad the pining is over.”
“Oh, I’m definitely glad the pining is over.” Shawn smirked. “Cause now I can do this whenever I want.” He pulled you in for another kiss, completely disregarding his best friend and his sister being audience to the intimate moment.
Aaliyah balled up a napkin and threw at you and her brother. “I don’t really care, y’all know that. Just please, please, for the love of God, lock the door when you’re going at it!” Aaliyah laughed as she got up to set the food on the table.
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hello my lovelies! thankyou for reading and im so incredibly sorry for how long this took. if you could send me your favorite line from this fic it would make my day. feedback is greatly appreciated. this is a non au fic but i tried to make shawn’s fame as insignificant as possible cuz i just wanted it to be more natural you know. anyways. love you guys.
#shawn mendes#shawn mendes fluff#shawn mendes x reader#shawn mendes blurb#shawn mendes fanfiction#shawn mendes writing#shawn peter raul mendes#shawn mendes x y/n#shawn mendes x you#shawn mendes fanfic#shawn mendes one shot#aaliyah mendes#karen mendes#karen rayment#manny mendes
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Still responding to social isolation by writing more weird shit.
I didn’t edit this at all either, so have fun. (content warning: mild gore, mild themes of self harm)
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Desember 25
Today is christmas and I got this diary. I also got lots of other things but my faveret is my dragon egg which I got from Aunt Sara. (She is not my Aunt but I call her Aunt Sara.) It is round and shiny and the size of my fist and looks like a rock. Aunt Sara ses that it will hatch if I give it love and keep it warm. This diary will be my special dragon diary.
Desember 26
I hugged my dragon egg all nite and sed I love you but it did not hatch. Max ses its not an egg its a rock so I hit him.
Desember 27
There are cracks in the egg. I sed I love you extra hard tonite.
Desember 30
It hatched! The dragon looks different to how I thort. It is squishy and long like a worm and yellow like gold. It has lots of teeth in a big ring and not big jaws like in the books. I didnt tell mum and dad about the dragon becose they say no pets. I am calling the dragon Golden.
January 1
What do dragons eat? Max ses they eat princesses but I don’t have any princesses. Dad calls me his princess but I dont think that is what he means.
January 2
I gave Golden bread and cat food and coins and banana but he didnt eat any of them. He looks skinny and sad. Shood I tell mum and dad?
January 3
Golden bit me! I tried to pet him and he bit my arm. It feels like fire in my arm and he drank some of my blood. He eats princesses after all then.
January 4
He bit me again. It hurts. I need to find a better way.
January 5
I cut my finger and squeezed out some blood for Golden. He ate it and got happy and I can pet him now. He only eats a little blood and I dont mind.
January 21
Mum sed my hands looked very cut. I sed I fell off my bike. I have to be more carful for feeding Golden.
Febuary 6
Today I thort Golden was dead. I patted him and he didn’t move. But he was not dead. I read about snakes and lizards and sometimes they peel off their skin so they can grow bigger. I looked close and there was something moving around inside Golden’s gold skin and he just came out! He is much smaller now, he is as long as my finger and as wide as my finger bones. He is silver colour now but I will still call him Golden.
Febuary 7
Golden wont eat his blood. Does he eat other things now? I looked at his face and he has no teeth to bite me, he has a drill thing. That is fine because I always feed him without him biting me. But if he cant’ bite then that must mean he dosnt’ eat blood now. What can he eat with a drill thing?
Febuary 8
I gave Golden some cooked pork and some raw pork and some veges and some bread and some blood. Hes’ not eating any of them. I am scared he will die. Shood I tell mum and dad?
Febuary 9
This is bad.
I pet Golden and he bit me again! Not with teeth. He jumped at me and driled into my arm. There is a hole in my arm. He went inside but I cant’ feel him inside. I put a bandaid on the hole. Will he come out soon?
Febuary 10
Where is Golden? I cant’ feel him inside. Did he come out at night? The bandaid is still on. I dont’ want to tell mum and dad becose I will get in trouble. I will wait a bit more. If it gets worse I will tell mum and dad.
09/03/18
Oh, wow! Here’s a blast from the past. I was going through my childhood belongings and found this old diary. I remember my imaginary dragon friend, but I certainly don’t remember any games about him eating his way into my arm! I was a weird child, apparently.
What was I trying to say here? Why was I playing a game with a dragon in my arm? Was this about the time I’d discovered my elbow was double-jointed? Or was it the shoulder first? No… the elbow, and the shoulder about a month later. Then the other arm, I think? I remember freaking my friends out with my newly discovered hypermobility and… not having an imaginary dragon friend any more. Maybe having something that made me special in real life took its place?
10/03/18
I keep looking at this book and wondering if perhaps I should keep a diary. It’s supposed to be good for the mind. But what would I write about? Everything worth writing about is, well, private. I hardly want to commit my deepening relationship with Simon or my worries about my career to paper!
Besides, my younger self seemed pretty adamant that this diary is about dragons. I shouldn’t be breaking that rule by writing this!
19/01/19
Something happened that belongs here. I think. I don’t know.
I’ve been rereading this stuff, and it feels… I mean, I remember all this as being imaginary, right? But how many of our childhood memories are actually real? Anyway.
I was in a motorbike accident yesterday.
I’m fine. Well, not fine. But I will be fine. I’m not going to hospital. I don’t think it’s a good idea for them to see.
I came off the side and, somehow, didn’t break any bones. That I know of. I just tore up my arms and the left side of my body. There was blood and pain, but… well, I don’t normally have accidents that cut me very deep, you know? Just through the skin, mostly. I know what’s supposed to be under the skin – fat, muscle, eventually bone. I’m certain there’s not meant to be scales down there. Hard, shiny silver scales, the colour of Golden right after his moult. But they’re there. The gravel didn’t cut deep enough to hit bone or organs, because it was stopped by the scales.
So I’m sitting at home, hoping that writing this down will help me decide what to do.
23/01/19
It’s been three days and the skin has almost completely grown back.
I can still feel it under there. The… other body. The thing beneath my skin and fat. And the thing is, it doesn’t feel different. It’s just how my body’s felt for as long as I can remember. My boyfriends have always commented on how strong and flexible I am, how hard and tones my muscles are, and it’s only occurring to me now that I don’t really get that much exercise. I had Simon over earlier, and his body doesn’t feel anything like mine.
I feel like I should be worried. I feel like I should feel different. But even if I’m not what I thought inside, I haven’t changed. I don’t know what to think.
13/02/19
I’m running some kind of fever. I don’t know what I’ve got, but there’s no way I’m going to a hospital. This skin is too hot, like a thick, warm blanket. I have to throw it off. I have to get cool.
13/02/19
I took it off. It hardly even hurt. I’ve cleaned everything up, brushed my scales to a shine. The reflection is… unfamiliar. I’m not used to seeing myself like this, without the disguise.
I still remember being the girl. The princess. At what point did she die? When did I eat enough of her that I was me, instead?
I’m not worried about the skin. It’ll grow back. I just needed to take it off for a bit, to cool down. I needed to moult.
28/04/19
Finally, my disguise is once again perfect. I’ll need to wear a wig; hair doesn’t grow very fast. But the skin is in place.
I’m going to need it soon. I need to start looking now. I can feel my body changing after my moult; I know that in a few months, I’ll lay my first egg. And I’ll need to work fast to be prepared; I only have a few months to find and choose a Princess, and convince her to take my daughter.
Wish me luck.
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Why Miracle Queen doesn’t make sense. (SPOILERS just in case)
As most of you who have seen my blog know by now, I have found Season 3 to be somewhat of a mess. While having bit of a better writing and episodes overall compared to the rather boring season 2, it also had a lot of disappointing mistakes in terms of character writing and focus, and most episodes which could have been good often had a rather awkward or cringe moment that ruins the episode for me, such as the statue scene in Puppeteer 2. For fans who don't remember, let me remind you:
Now that I’ve mentally traumatized myself looking for this pic, let us continue:
On the topic of episodes, despite any cringey scenes that might be in the episodes, a lot of them are at the very least concise. Sure, the episodes usually have the same generic plot, non-hero moment, angry person, Akuma, hero fight, reset and repeat, but for the most part, they are ok... But even this season, there have been some episodes that have the most stupid plots that don't even make sense. From the horrifying Chameleon episode that had all class characters drop in IQ for the story to work, to the Feast Episode which restored the order of Guardians, but didn’t have them come to Paris to get the box back, there have been some rather stupid episodes...
...But none are more stupid than the Season Finale - Miracle Queen
For an episode that is not only confusing but bad, I could talk about the hundreds of mistakes that are present in episode, but other people can talk about that, or perhaps ill make another post regarding the episodes when I feel like breaking my fingers on my keyboard again, but right now I would like to focus on the 2 main plot holes that absolutely made no sense but ASS-TRUC, the man, the idiot, the infamous twitter legend, decided to do anyway.
So the first plot point I'm gonna talk about is.....
Chloe Bourgeois, aka Miracle Queen
For anyone who hates Chloe bourgeois, this episode would have probably left you jumping for joy, given the fact it pretty much gets her removed from the miraculous team.
For the rest of us, who I assume either like Chloe or find the episodes plot to make no sense, or both, this episode is quite contradictory to the entirety of the season, both because the seasons abnormal focus on Lila and her antics, and because of the fact that previous episodes had Chloe accept the fact that she couldn't become a hero.
In Miraculer, Chloe accepts the fact that she can’t become a hero again. Sure the episode has Chloe be upset at Ladybug, but in the end, she accepted that it was mean to be this way, and definitely shows no trace of wanting to join hawkmoth in any sort of capacity.
Also, a small bit added in from my friend @twin-books, who said this gem of a message:
“ Ah, in Miraculer what she displayed was confidence where she knew she would be Queen Bee again, she didn't doubt herself for a second. Chloe used to doubt herself, used to play the damsel, let others take care of her but this time she said, "No. I am Queen Bee and just because you won't give my comb doesn't make me anything less." Or at least, how I interpreted it. By tearing the photo she was excepting that Ladybug didn't have faith as her as a hero, nor did she ever. That Ladybug ignored her in favor of someone she deemed worthy but Chloe knows she's worthy. She proved her worth and just because Ladybug can't see that doesn't mean she should believe it. It's also interesting how she completely takes it out on Ladybug but is fine with Chat because she knows where she stands with Chat and she may have never liked him but he displayed faith in her. He knew and that might just be what kept her going so she could gain her own confidence. “
So when Chloe is left angry in Miracle Queen because she wasn’t chosen and immediately joins Hawkmoth, it just doesn't make any sense because previous episodes contradict it.
NOW, to be fair, I would have been fine with Chloe joining Hawkmoth if there was a buildup to it. If they Had Hawkmoth come in between the episodes from Miraculer to Miracle Queen to try and persuade Chloe and/or have her doubt Ladybug, then the turn from hero to villain would make sense. Unfortunately, thanks to Ass-truc and his have-every-episode-be-a-single-story-episode-and-have-every-character-reset-fuck-you-continuity episode design, this doesn't happen and having Chloe go from a person who is selfish but at the very least is a hero to a full-on 2-d villain is jarring as shit. It would have made more sense for her to just take the miraculous and go rouge with it, but a full-on villain? C’mon.
Also, there's the fact that for the entire season the show has been pushing Lila to be this over the top manipulator and villain in the day to day lives of the heroes. If they really wanted to have someone be Miracle Queen, why not Lila. It would make sense considering a Miracle is something that happens that it seems so unreal, and given that Lila would probably like her lies to become real it would make sense for her to become Miracle Queen.
Also where the hell was she all episode, she just disappeared out of existence for the entire episode. At least have her come and take the fox miraculous from Alya and have her be a secondary antagonist.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way, now for the second plot hole...
The Miracle Box
It. Just. Doesn't. Make. Sense.
But to understand why, let me break it down.
- So due to Hawkmoth almost breaking through the barrier (and for whatever reason decided not to just jump away) Fu transfers ownership of the box to Marinette
-Because of the idiot logic of the show, there can only ever be on Guardian at a time, and because of the transfer, the previous Guardian loses their memories.
-The box also turns into an egg, for whatever reason.
Now, the only thing I dont mind about the whole scene is that the whole Guardian thing is magical in nature. Since Fu can do stuff like detect other Miraculi, it would make sense that the Guardian is more than just a title and has a magical aura around them that makes them a guardian. That being said, there are still a lot of trouble with this scene that rustle my jimmies to heck.
So lets go through the main problems with this plot hole.
-’There can only ever be one Guardian’
Bollocks. The flashback of the order clearly shows multiple individuals. And with the Sandboy episode showing Fu being haunted by a guardian with a female voice (yet also showing a male Guardian in Feast), it clearly shows that there are more than one Guardian in the order.
-’Upon transfer, the previous Guardian Loses their memories’
Again, this also doesn’t make sense. Even assuming that the Guardianship of box needs to have a magical transfer, making the previous Guardian lose their memories because of it makes no sense in the plot of the Miraculous Universe. Maybe it would make sense if the Guardian was but a single man (like in Fu’s case), but it doesn’t make as much sense when you remember the order it comes from.
See, the Order was located in Tibet, high away from the outside world, and the people who were there probably lived there all their life. So knowing these facts, why would it make sense for the previous owner to lose their memories? I can understand someone being a head guardian and then transferring the ownership when their time is up, but it doesn't make sense for them to just forget the order, they live there their entire lives, and would likely do so until their death. And the show implies that this is the actual way the ownership is transferred, and Marinette’s case wasn't a special case of an emergency transfer. It does make sense that the Guardians can remove memories of the order for people who have gone rogue or are expelled, but it doesn't make sense that the memory forgetting is entwined with the transfer of Guardianship.
-’The box turns into an egg, for whatever reason’
I'm not gonna explain it. Its a freaking box. A box that, while well designed, showed no capability of magic power at all for the entirety of the show. ITS A GODDAMN BOX AND IT MAKES NO SENSE FOR IT TO TURN INTO A POLKADOTTED EGG.
Though to be fair, in hindsight, a lot of this plot hole induced stupidity does have a logical explanation for this:
Thomas Astruc and Zag
Or rather, Thomas Astruc and Zag quarrel.
See, when it comes to Ass-truc and his ideal show design, it would have been just simple about Marinette and why she is quote on quote ‘awesome’. thats it. Pretty much every episode would be about Marinette being amazing, everyone loving her and kissing her feet, and nothing goes wrong for her in the same way as every Mary Sue ever written in a fanfic. The only difference being there was no main character to replace.
But Zag was having none of it. While Ass-truc wanted to just show off his OC, Zag wanted an actual show, and so made a lot of changes to it. Chat Noir, who in Astruc original comic idea was a one off character (and possibly a villain) got repurposed by Zag to be the second main character in the show. It also makes sense for every hero to have a mentor, which led to Zag creating Fu. Zag was also responsible for a bunch of other stuff to be added into the shows, such as additional heroes, Chloe becoming a good Guy, etc.
Of course, this made ASS-truc mad because that meant no 100% focus on the ‘goddess’ that is Marinette. So after bullying Zag off twitter via the use of his Stans (rip Zag twitter account- no posts since 2017) and forcing him off the Miraculous team after Season 1 (although this could also just be Zag focusing on other shows), Astruc had free reign to undo all that Zag had done. While Astruc did follow Zag's request due to owning half of the Miraculous license (being the guy that co-produced the show), he often twisted them so that they were skewed or couldn't last. The flashback of the order being destroyed? That was due to Fu being hungry and creating a monster in a plot induced stupidity. Chloe being a good guy? Yeah right, she sabotages a train just to save it and make herself look good, is an asshole regardless and then goes full-on villain. The other new heroes that help Ladybug? Gone, due to the same episode which prompted me to make this post.
Of course, this would impact the ratings of the show, forcing Zag to come back and fix Astruc’s mess in Season 4. Astruc knew that Zag returning would undo all the damage Astruc done to the show. So in a final bid attempt to keep this his way, he rewrote the finale, causing things in the show to actually become permanent and leaving Zag unable to fix anything. Thanks to Ass-truc, Fu is now gone forever, making Marinette the Guardian permanently, all the heroes aside from Ladybug and Chat Noir can’t be heroes anymore (leaving the focus entirely on Marinette), and Chloe now has become an irredeemable villain. All so that Astruc can brag on twitter about how Chloe ‘always was a villain’ and how ‘he was right all along’ despite being the one who wrote the character into existence.
And I’m not lying about this either or making it up. Even in the finale of the season 3 (particularly miracle queen) a lot of the time involves most of the characters standing around listening to dialogue and exposition rather than acting in ways they actually should (such as trying to save Fu or attacking Miracle Queen), no doubt due to the rewrites Astruc did before the finale was released, causing the animation to be very minimal or not making sense as there wasn't time to redo the animation. You can even see it in small amounts in episodes such as Glaciator and Troublemaker.
For me, this will probably go down as one of the worst episodes in the series, even worse than Stormy weather 2, because of its horrible writing, the plot holes it creates, and how much of the episode was designed to cater to Ass-trucs desires rather than designed to actually be a good finale to a season. That's not to say it didn't have good moments (such as dragon Bug and Snake Noir), but the overall episode was just so bad that the bad outweighed the good moments, at least for me. I wonder what Zag will do to fix season 4, but considering the suicide impact on the show Astruc made to make sure the show would remain ‘his way’, i don't have any doubts that it will be a hard challenge ahead of him. Good luck Zag, hope you can fix the mess Ass-truc made.
#Miraculous Ladybug#Season 3#Miracle Queen#A fair bit of salt#Goddamit Astruc you nuked your own show#Virgin Astruc vs Chad Zag#Plot Induced Stupidity#Plot Holes#Heres to hoping for a better season 4#Miraculous Ladybug salt
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Harrow the Ninth: Masquerade
Ok I’m to page 316: Spoilers, Spoilers, etc etc, more thoughts...
The Sleeper
Ok so:
Has a two hander and a gun
has a garishly orange jumpsuit
shows up in Palamedes’s construct when what he’s saying starts challenging Harrow’s false memories
Revenants keep getting mentioned, as does revenants bound to objects
They had been talking about the Lyctor process, getting it “right”, and her cavalier; Palamedes touches Harrow, and whatever he sees psychometrically pleases him wonderfully
Palamedes sees the Narrator
The Narrator’s voice
I’m simultaneously wondering at this point if 1)The Sleeper is The Narrator(and possibly responsible for what Harrow’s doing during her “sleepwalking”/blackouts?), 2)the Sleeper is Gideon, 3)The Sleeper is Old!Harrow.
Like: Palamedes was sure there was more to the process in Gideon the Ninth bc he found the idea of consuming cavaliers monstrous, and we know Anastasia thought the same thing, and that Harrow absolutely did not want to go through with it(to the point Gideon had to corner her into doing it, bscl), and that Pal was sad when he THOUGHT that Harrow had done it conventionally, then was happy after touching her, so the vibe that she modified the process somehow, either in how she did it or after the fact, is pretty strong. Which would mean Gideon was preserved inside her, potentially? That this scene happens in a chapter established by Palamedes binding his spirit to his own body while maintaining said soul in a subspace btw The River and The Shore is also Suggestive; could Gideon be bound to the sword?
The Sleeper being Old!Harrow would make sense plotwise and tonally; We know her previous self is still in there because she can come back, we know she’d want to prevent whatever she did to herself being undone, and the Narrator’s voice is similar to Harrow’s(like: Gideon would NEVER say “But you were always too quick to mourn your ignorance” but that’s completely within Harrow’s wheelhouse). On the other hand those persistent pommel asides are absolutely Gideonish. This could be evidence of them being merged or sharing headspace; I mean it’s literally two voices. As to Sleeper!Gideon, the evidence is more in design; the orange jumpsuit and sword(tho she doesnt use it) are suggestive of Gideon, and I could see her doing this stuff if it was defending Harrow in some way(would she be willing to let Harrow hurt herself, as she obvsl has, though? That seems like a hard sell). As to the Sleeper is Narrator bit, I’m mostly thinking that from the “he saw me” at the end of the last chapter, though I suppose they could have been revealed in Harrow leaving, or stepped in to prevent him getting shot? Or MAYBE he saw The Narrator when they touched! HMMMMMMMM......
Also just an aside; this whole undead-astronaut thing feels like a Doctor Who monster/reference? Dont have a terribly good memory of Doctor Who eps, nor any idea how that’d be relevant, however.
Cytherea
Ok so obvsl the RezBeast is driving her corpse around, right? I mean: OBVSL right!? I suppose Blood of Eden’s also a possibility if one of the other Lyctors is a traitor like the Emperor thinks Cytherea was...
Gideon
So that moment btw Harrow and Gideon... Cytherea COMPARED our Gideon to this Gideon in GtN, he can feel something in Harrow which reminds him of a past love, he REALLY wants Harrow’s sword(tho that’s Gideon’s two-hander and I don’t remember anything special about it being mentioned? Again: could Gideon be bound to it and that’s what he’s detecting??), Augustine mentions the last few decades, when they were fighting Blood of Eden, being the hardest time he’s ever had with Gideon and the reason why he wants him dead, Gideon has very powerful&mixed up feelings about Commander Wake, Gideon ALMOST mentions a baby... Could our Gideon be THIS Gideon’s kid somehow(I cant imagine Lyctors can have kids normally, but the Empire’s got wombvats so obvsl they’ve got the tech for external fertilization)? Could she be WAKE’S kid? She was shoved out an airlock but that wouldnt have been anywhere near Dominicus, surely(and surely she couldnt have River jumped there).
Then again, we know he kinda romanticizes his quarry, and he’s been chasing Number 7 for ages, AND Number 7 is the one who just tried to kill him, so... could he be thinking he’s talking to Number 7 here? I very much doubt it but it occurred to me so I figured I’d put it out there *entirely metaphorical shrug*. I mean: how would a Rez Beast have a baby? This whole baby thing also got me thinking about those Egg messages again, too, what with the mention of “implantation” and the romtalk. Also I wonder if his spear is a Herald weapon, given how slowly he was healing from that wound?
Should have probably written this last night instead of today; feel like I’m forgetting something |:T |:T
#Tamsyn Muir#Harrow the Ninth#Harrow the Ninth Spoilers#The Locked Tomb Series#HtN Analysis#HtN Theories#zA's Wildeyed Guessings#zA Reads
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Tense (M) pt.1
CEO!Park Jimin x Reader
Word count: 5.4k
Rating = M, F (it was hard not to put fluff in, i’m too soft for chimmy)
SUMMARY: You’ve been subtly teasing your stressed-out boyfriend over the past couple of weeks, and you push him a bit too far at a company dinner, making him want to show you what it’s like to be frustrated.
Warnings: dom!jimin, daddy kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism, degradation, slight-ish possessiveness (bruh IDK), fingering
A/N: There are two parts to this fic! This was originally gonna be a oneshot but it would’ve been MONSTER to post LMFAO but I’ll post pt.2 within the next 2 weeks! Stay tuned :-) ****PART 2 IS OFFICIALLY POSTED! LINK TO PART 2 IS IN MY MASTERLIST!
Jimin had been very tense for the past couple of weeks. Being the CEO of BigHit, there was already a lot riding on him. Recently, his company bought out another company, BT21 and although this transaction would be beneficial for the future of his company, it didn’t necessarily mean that his transition would be smooth. If anything, it was putting a lot of weight on his shoulders, trying to figure out which workers to lay off or what sectors to change entirely, through the means of endless meetings, soon became excruciating. There were so many things to be done, and there wasn’t enough time in the day to complete everything. The tight pressure started to build in his shoulders and his mind as the lack of sleep from early mornings and late nights as the weeks went on. Jimin swore that he began to feel his brain melting.
It didn’t help that he start to see his love less and less. The quality free-time he’d usually spend with you decreased dramatically, turning the salacious sleepovers nearly every weekend into occasional Facetime pillow-talks that would end quickly since he’d almost immediately shut his exhausted eyes once his head hit the soft pillow. He just missed you, so much. Not being able to see you was like trying to substitute ranch for chocolate in a cake and it just didn’t work with him.
At night. Jimin is a needy boy, so destitute that the dreamland that he briefly arrived in every night was scent and taste of the juices that would fall between your thighs as you scream for him to give you more. His mind was clouded with clips of your writhing body, all nice and sweet, just for him. Jimin swore that he’d wake up to your whimpers echoing throughout his bedroom, only to find that you’re not there but his hard-on was painfully present. You couldn’t leave his mind. His lust was overflowing, and he even tried jerking off with his non-dominant hand, nothing worked.
For you, on the other hand, things were going pretty decently. You didn’t have much to complain about; you just got a raise at work, all your old friends were back in town, things were going pretty well for you. So, it was a bit amusing for you to hear all of this happening. You missed him greatly, and you longed to see him, but you were thankfully distracted by the better things happening in your life. You were worried about your boyfriend, but it’s uncommon to hear him whine for you and you felt a bit a pride when he’d tell you about how much he and his dick missed you. So to add to your amusement, you’d send some inappropriate pictures along with detailed texts of how much you desired him. When you went out with your friends, you would take a picture of yourself in a scandalous dress to rile him up a bit for the night, only to take that dress off after the image was sent, then change into something that you were a bit more comfortable in, (without him knowing of course). When Jimin was provoked in such a way, it always ended in ground-breaking sex. You still loved the fact that Jimin was a compassionate lover, it’s just that you didn’t see that dominant side of him very often and sometimes, you needed him to be a little bit rough.
Tonight was the first night that you would see Jimin after such a long time. There was a company dinner to celebrate the end of this chaos, and it was a perfect time to see you. Jimin liked to think of your presence as a gift to himself, for working himself to the bone. Both of you and him were giggling like children all day because it’s been so long and the two of you would finally fill the gnawing hole that’s been heavy on the two hearts. You wanted this night to be perfect, so you spent hours just picking and choosing the color scheme for your outfit deciding to go with a simple and sophisticated approach. Although you wanted Jimin to be the happiest tonight, you felt a throbbing need for something rough as the little devil on your shoulders convinced you to egg him on a bit. You decided to keep the egging to a slight minimum, and you went for the little black dress with a simple set of jewelry and light makeup that gave you a natural look. The dress did wonders to accentuate your curves, and you had an inkling that Jimin might go mad when he sees your outfit. It was perfect for setting off his mood, in the direction you prefer.
Jimin felt that it was crucial that he’d pick you up tonight. It was vital for him to have at least five minutes of alone time with you in the car before you two spent the next few hours with a garden of people he didn’t really care for; he’d probably only be focusing on you anyway. He was also hoping to convince you to let him sleep over for the night, already packing his things for the night because the answer will always be some form of “yes.” Jimin felt that spending these hours with you would melt away all the weight that’s been straining his body. He didn’t care if he was between your thighs or laying by your side, he just wanted to spend some time with you.
Jimin threw his overnight-bag in the backseat of his car and texted you a quick “on my way sweetheart” before rushing himself over to your apartment, almost running a few red-lights because he couldn’t wait any longer. He couldn’t stop smiling; he was excited to see his girl after so many weeks.
It was the same way with you after you got his text, you practically had a face tattoo of a smile. You rushed to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure that you looked perfect. As you fixed yourself up in the few minutes you had left, memories of the times where Jimin left you breathless made you excited. Your cheeks became flushed with such crude thoughts led you to think of possible ideas to ensure your demise tonight.
You were pulled back to reality as you heard a knocking at your door. The excitement came back in seconds as you ran to the door and swung it open, to find Jimin looking at you with nothing but pure love. You were in awe by his choices for his appearance tonight. Jimin wore an all-black suit, without a tie, giving a bit of a casual feel. He wore a gold necklace, and he parted his hair so a bit of the center of his forehead being shown.
Both of you took a few seconds to accept the fact that both of you are together again before he quickly grabbed your arm so you’d fall into his arms. Jimin hugged you tightly, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, you would never come back. He buried his face into your neck, and you could feel him smiling.
“I’ve missed you so much” Jimin whispered softly into your neck, leading you to giggle as his breath tickled your skin.
“But I talked to you yesterday” You chuckled softly, thinking about the Facetime call that only lasted three minutes before Jimin started snoring.
“I fell asleep! How in the world does that count?” Jimin started to swing around, with you in his arms, “Did you not miss me? Not only a little bit?”
“Maybe, maybe not. It doesn’t matter because you’re always asleep when I try to talk to you anyway.” You say with a sassy tone before escaping his grasp to turn around and walk further into your apartment, looking to grab your purse.
“Y/N, baby please” Jimin whined as he followed behind you. You could already tell that there was a pout on his face by the tone of his voice. You found your purse, and you started to look through the bag, making sure that you had everything you needed. Before you realize it, Jimin was standing right in front of you, slightly stomping his feet. “Baby, I’m sorry for falling asleep all the time, but that doesn’t mean you get to ignore me.”
Looking at his upset face, you realize that you definitely can’t be bratty right now. He’s too damn cute, and you couldn’t resist it, not after such a long time. You smile at him, “You’re lucky that I have the biggest soft spot for you. I’ll forgive you this time.” But your last few words are meaningless because you’ll always forgive him for anything, leading you to let out a chuckle.
Your laugh was cut short when Jimin suddenly cups the apples of your cheeks, looking at you with appreciation. “Seriously though, I am sorry. You don’t understand how hard it’s been for me, not being able to talk to you. I’ve missed you more than anything.”
Jimin never failed to make you feel loved. There was never a time where you felt unappreciated and unwanted by him because he always did everything in his power to make sure that those thoughts would never cross your mind. Although there has been a lack of presence in the past few weeks, there were no worries that arrived in your mind because he still tried to talk to you, even if his sleepiness won most of the time.
“It’s okay, Jimin. I know that you’ve been busy, so it’s alright. I’ve missed you too.” You spoke softly.
“I love you, sweetheart,” Jimin whispered before pulling you forward to kiss your forehead. He let go of your cheeks, only to slide his hands into yours. He pulled you towards the door, “Now, l wanna get there early so I can sit in the car and shit on the idiots that we’re gonna be near tonight.”
You laughed as the both of you left your apartment and set route to the restaurant.
The car ride was filled with nothing but laughter and joy as you both exchange memories that occurred over the past few weeks. Both you and Jimin felt absolute elation; nothing was better than being in the company of someone you love. Soon, both of you were parked outside of the restaurant, shit-talking about the coworkers that made his life an absolute nightmare over the past couple of weeks. Irritation started to seep into Jimin’s bones as the anger over their actions came to mind. You notice Jimin’s change of tone, and you felt the need to calm the fire that was growing in his mind. You moved your hand to give a calming rub on his bicep, “You don’t have to worry about it now. The past is the past, and now you can focus on the success that’s gonna be rolling your way.”
Jimin looked to your smiling face, but his eyes slowly followed the length of your dress, his pupils dilating in mixed emotions over how noticeable your legs were in the dress. Suddenly, his mind went through to all the frustration he felt with you during your absence; seeing you in such revealing attire, hearing about how much you need him, all the subtle teasing that you’ve been pulling over the past few weeks that would always leave him with an erection. All emotions came racing back to his mind and his cock, making him feel nothing but tense again. The current state of your naked legs started to tease him a bit, Why is she wearing that dress right now? To fucking spite me? God, in the very moment, he just wanted to fucking explode.
His ring-covered hand went straight for your thigh, squeezing the soft skin in a vice-grip. Your eyes went straight to his hand as you gasped at the cold feeling of his rings. You look up to Jimin’s face, only to find the irises of his eyes slowly disappearing to black, mixed with lust and vexation.
His voice comes out low when he initially speaks, “Y/N, that dress--” Jimin takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves from thinking illogically. It’s just a dress. There’s nothing to it. She isn’t trying to pull anything with me. “It looks stunning on you” Jimin plants a smile on his face as he squeezes his grip on your thigh a bit harder, leaving an imprint of his rings. Momentarily, he decided that your teasing would be a topic of discussion for later that evening, it would be such bad timing to discuss something like that right now.
Although you were taken back by the quick change in emotions that you just witnessed, it still didn’t stop your stomach from doing flips from his compliment, knowing that it’s genuine. But what lingered in your mind was the reason for the sudden emotional changes, reasons that you already knew. You could see the tension in his jaw as a vein comes to the surface of his neck, which just sent electricity straight downward. You spoke, “Thank you, Jimin.” It seems as if your plan is working, you had a reassuring thought about how the subtle hints work the best. All you wanted was for him to take you in the car at that moment, you didn’t necessarily want to wait any longer.
There were a few moments of silence before Jimin’s phone buzzed. He pulled his phone out to see one of his favorite colleagues texting him.
[6:03 pm] Kim Taehyung: I know you don’t want to be here, but that doesn’t mean you and Y/N can avoid the dinner by sitting in the car until it’s over.
Confused by Taehyung’s knowledge of his location, Jimin looked up from his phone and searched from outside the window, only to find that his colleague leaning against the car parked right next to him. Jimin got out of the car to greet him, “Thank god that you and Y/N at least here with me to get through this.”
Taehyung chuckled and gave Jimin a quick side hug, “I honestly don’t know how you and I got through this past quarter. I can’t wait to sit with you and see what you do as a consequence for everyone.”
Taehyung was the CFO of the company, but also a life-saver for Jimin for the past few years. Jimin and Taehyung had been very close friends since college, and it’s been an absolute relief for Jimin to have him in the company. Taehyung took more of an emphasis on finance rather than sales, unlike Jimin; which was helpful since there was no competition in success or jealousy in career advances between them. Either way, Taehyung, and Jimin climbing up the career ladder together, eventually landing executive positions in the same corporation.
You got out of the car as well and walk over to the two boys with a smile on your face. You were happy to see Taehyung. “Taehyung! How have you been? It’s been so long!” You gave him a quick hug, and as you let go, you notice Taehyung’s lingering gaze on your legs as he takes hold on both of your hands.
“I’ve been good, Y/N! I don’t think I need to ask you how you’ve been doing since you look lovely tonight.” Taehyung smiles with a toothy grin before letting go of your hands and looking at Jimin, “You gotta be careful Jimin. You might have to keep an eye on Y/N because you don’t wanna lose a girl like her so easily.” Taehyung was always a flirty guy, but he never meant any harm, of course, he just liked to tease Jimin a bit.
Usually, Jimin would joke around about how Taehyung would never end up with anyone but his assistant, Jungkook, but right now, it was not the time for Taehyung to even glance at his girlfriend’s figure for any more seconds. Jimin needed to keep himself control, he needed to stay calm. Jimin joked with a little strain in his voice as you and him starting walking towards the restaurant, “I don’t need to keep an eye on her when you have googly eyes for your assistant. Which by the way, I know you’ve been fucking, I saw the way he looks at your ass.”
“Jungkook looks at everyone’s butt! I saw him looking at your butt the other day! Either way, he’s a man-child, and I’m nurturing him for the real world.” Taehyung raised his voice while running behind the both of you, trying to deny the truth that he’s been trying to hide from everyone.
“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say Tae,” You turn towards Taehyung and continued. “We’ll always love you. You don’t have to hide your love for him forever.” You chuckled as you watched Taehyung start yelling nonsense as to how he’s definitely not with Jungkook and how he definitely hasn’t seen him every night for the past three weeks.
Jimin felt a bit of relief when he heard Taehyung’s babbling and your various sayings of “it’s okay, don’t worry.” I’ll be okay. Things will be fine. He reassured himself before all the three of you entered the restaurant and started to greet coworkers.
Dinner was not fine, and things were not okay. For some fucking reason, all male eyes of Jimin’s coworkers were staring at your chest throughout the evening. Jimin swore that he saw his coworker wipe the drool off his chin from staring too long. Not only that, some damn waiter named Hoseok even started fucking flirting with you, right in front of Jimin. It seemed like every male-body who was in your presence eye-fucked you, even with Jimin’s eyes sending fire to anyone who looked lustfully towards your body. Jimin wanted to spank your ass and fuck you on the goddamn dinner table every passing moment, to show everything that you belong to him and only him.
For you, on the other hand, your plan was going smoothly. You noticed the slow transition of Jimin’s mind from neutral to sour. You saw him sending fiery stares straight ahead, losing himself in the flames of his imagination, and you couldn’t help but cheer happily in your mind. But obviously, you couldn’t display your joy to the world. You saw that he barely took a bite of his entree and you decided to act the part as the caring girlfriend for the time being. “Hey honey, is everything okay? You haven’t touched your food.”
Jimin took a deep breath before turning to you, wanting to answer your question with kindness, “Um, yeah baby. It’s alright. I’m just not that hungry right now.” He pulled a quick smile for you before moving his fiery eyes to his plate, slowing moving to eat his food on his plate.
You knew he needed a push, a slight nudge towards the fall that you so desperately needed to feel all over your body. So you decided to start a conversation with Taehyung. It seemed that the boy had a bit too much to drink and you knew that Taehyung is a lot more flirty when he’s tipsy. You spoke with a bit of prep in your voice to the buzzed man across from you, “How are you feeling tonight, Tae? It looks like you’re having a good time.”
Taehyung turned to you with a grin on his face and started to laugh, “Y/N, I always have a good time with you around.” He leaned in and continued to spoke, “Did I tell you that you look lovely tonight?”
You giggle before answering his question, “Yes you did, Tae. You don’t remember?” You reciprocated his actions and moved towards him, so it looks like you’re only focused on him.
“Well, scratch that, because you look fucking ravishing right now.” Taehyung’s baritone voice seemingly got lower than you expected.
“Taehyung!” You started to giggle, even more, exaggerating your actions, “You don’t mean that”
Taehyung leaned in even closer, “Oh darling,” His eyes looking at your body, leaving his eyes to stalk your chest. “I mean every word I’ll ever say to you.” His voice was husky, and it just leaks with danger. This is precisely what you needed. This is the push that Jimin needed.
And you were right because Jimin was fucking boiling with sheer anger. Taehyung called you “ravishing,” he fucking leaned into you, like you didn’t belong to him. And you were just sitting there, taking it. Not even acknowledging the fact that your boyfriend was sitting right next to you, watching the entire thing. Maybe you were doing this on purpose. Perhaps you actually have been fucking with him for the past few weeks. Either way, the only thing that mattered to Jimin is to show that you fucking belong to him.
Once again, you jumped in your seat as the coolness of Jimin’s rings touch gripped your thigh. You felt him squeeze your skin before his thumb starts rubbing gentle circles. You turned to him, and his eyes were trained entirely ahead, engaging a conversation with one of his coworkers. You leaned back into your seat, heavily distracted by the distance between his hand and your clothed core. You took a deep breath to relax before continuing your conversation with Taehyung, but how can you focus when his hand is subtly teasing you under the table?
“Tae, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.” You spoke as your mind tried to force on the man ahead of you. But unfortunately for you, Jimin knew what you were doing so his hand decided to follow the direction of your body, sliding underneath your dress. He squeezed again, leading you to squirm slightly in your seat. You tried so hard to listen to Taehyung ramble on about how sober he is, but it felt like there was barely any oxygen in the room at the moment. You started to lean forward again, to look like you’re interested in what he has to say but as soon as you began to move, Jimin’s hand moved to your core, lightly rubbing you through your panties. You yelped in surprise, causing all eyes to move towards you.
“Baby, are you okay?” Jimin sounded so sincere, but he already knew your answer. He started rubbing you a bit harder, causing you to squirm even more in your seat. Your breaths started to shake as you realized how mortifying this situation was; everyone was staring while your boyfriend rubbed your clit in a public restaurant. But somehow, you felt exhilarated at such a display, leading to the coil to tighten in your stomach.
“Yeah, I’m f-fine.” You needed to keep your responses to a minimum. You couldn’t let anyone know the truth behind your dishonest words. You’re not fine. You’re fucking fantastic because Jimin has finally touched you, something you’ve been waiting for a long time.
“Are you sure? You sound a bit anxious.” Jimin’s fingers moved your panties to the side. His middle finger slipped inside your folds, teasing your hole.
You knew if you opened your mouth, you would start whimpering, so you nodded your head towards Jimin and threw a weary smile on your face. You looked around to find that the eyes of his coworkers were off of you now. Jimin leaned in closer to your ear and spoke, “Baby, you better fucking speak up right now, or I wouldn’t touch you for another month.”
All you wanted to do is whine and let Jimin do sinful acts to your body, but you knew that this side of Jimin wouldn’t be tame unless you listen to his words. “Yes, I’m okay Jimin.” You whispered softly.
You heard Jimin sigh, and it sounded like he was frustrated with your answer. He impulsively pushed his middle finger inside, pumping it at a slow pace. Jimin moved again to your ear, “That’s not my name tonight. Tell me, baby, what’s my name?”
His fingers were going agonizingly slow, but since your body has been so unsatisfied for the past few weeks, the pressure seemed to double. You could barely answer his question without focusing on the sharp sparks that coursing throughout your body. You don’t call Jimin anything else besides loving pet names and his actual name. What could he possibly be asking for?
Before you could think about it any further, Jimin added another finger inside you. A small mewl crawled from your mouth as you leaned towards Jimin, hiding your face in his shoulder. “I-I don’t know.” The build of your impending orgasm was growing faster, leaving your body to be shaking by his side. You were trying so hard, but it’s just so hard when everything is turning you on.
Jimin curled his two fingers to your g-spot, leading you to whine into his dress shirt. Jimin chuckled, happy to see you withering for him so quickly. His voice was stern when he started whispering again, “It seems like you’ve been missing Daddy’s fingers, huh?”
Daddy? He’s never called himself that before. Jimin has never brought that kink up but how does it matter now when he sounds so fucking hot talking to you like that? His fingers start moving faster, and your legs start shaking. He’s curling his fingers with each thrust, and the burning-pleasure is leaving your mind blank. You gotta warn him of how your end is almost near, “D-Daddy, I’m close.”
“Awh baby, you’re close? You like it when Daddy finger-fucks you under the dinner table, with everyone around us?” His words are only bringing you closer to your end, and you were struggling to keep your composure.
“Y-Yes, Daddy” Your voice was shaking, and you look up to Jimin, only to see his eyes filled with nothing but black lust.
“Of course you do. How can you not? A slut like you love everything that’s done to them. Do you even know how dirty you are?” Such a name should irritate you but god, it was sending arousal to your core, and you find yourself whining for him.
My eyes immediately shut in pure paradise, and you started to squirm again when Jimin’s thumb landed back on your naked clit. Jimin’s lips glaze your ear, “Cum for me, right now.”
His tone of voice was deep and stern, which led you to lose control. Your hands quickly covered your face in order to conceal the moans that escaped your mouth as your orgasm sweeps through your body. Jimin continues to rub your swollen nub as you ride it out. You were trying to catch your breath as your face turned away from your hands to Jimin, only to find him smirking.
Suddenly, Jimin grabbed your hands and stood up from his seat, bring you up with him. “I apologize everyone, but it seems that Y/N isn’t feeling too well right now, so I think it’s time for us to take our leave. Y/N wants to stay, but I wouldn’t feel good if we did stay. I’ll see you all at work on Monday.” Jimin waved goodbye to his coworkers while you kept your head down, playing up the “sick” act correctly. You waved to everyone as well as both of you started walking towards the car. As soon as both of you were outside of the restaurant, Jimin wrapped his arm around your waist, squeezed your ass, and let his hand rest at your hip. As you both walked to the car, you looked up to him. You could see that he was relieved to be done with that dinner and happy to go home with you. Both of you got to the car, and before Jimin could unlock the car, he interrupted by the sight of Taehyung running towards you.
“Y/N!” Taehyung stopped right in front of you and grabbed your hand, whipping you out of Jimin’s hands and in his direction. “Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t feeling well?” Taehyung murmured as he looked at your small hand in his large one.
“Oh, I didn’t want to worry you, or anyone.” You took your hand out of his and waved it in front of him for reassurance. “Don’t worry about it! I just need some sleep.” You smiled at him, and he leaned in closer to you, like at the dining table.
Taehyung grabbed your hand again, rubbing circles on the back of it before looking up to you. “Call me when you get home, alright? I wanna know that you’re okay.”
You were happy to have a friend like him in your friend, and your smile got brighter at that thought. “Of course! I’ll see you soon.”
The flirty side of him came back as he kissed the back of your hand before letting it go. “I’ll see you soon darling.” Taehyung had a goofy grin again and looked to Jimin, “I’ll see you on Monday man, don’t let your girl get sick or I’ll help her out instead.” He winked at you, and he started to laugh as he began to walk away.
Although you thought this was funny, Jimin did not at all. You only realize this when you saw the several veins in his neck pushing up to his skin. “I’ll see ya later.” He spoke through gritted teeth. You saw his fists tighten so hard that you felt he might actually break his bones. In the years that you’ve been dating Jimin, you’ve never seen him so angry. He unlocked the car and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for you. He realized that you were frozen in place, so he started to speak in the sweetest tone he can muster up with the anger running through his veins, “Y/N, get in the fucking car right now, or things will get worse.”
You practically bolted to the car seat, and you felt the car shake as Jimin slammed your door shut. He walked over to the driver’s side and sat in the car. He repeated his actions, and he harshly closes his door before putting his hands on the wheel. He exhaled deeply and turned to you, “Tonight, you’re gonna listen to every word I say. Do you understand, sweetheart?” You nodded your head to him, analyzing the strain in his voice. He was frustrated, and you honestly did not expect this level of dominance. “Good girl.” He responded before turning on the car.
You look down to your hands, thinking about what could happen tonight and all the things Jimin might do to you. “Are we going home?” You asked politely, wanting to alleviate his irritation.
Your question had the opposite effect, causing his veins to strain more. His jaw clenched, and he slowly turned to you at a menacing pace, “Baby, did I say that you could talk?” You were about to open your mouth, but Jimin continued, “I don’t wanna hear another word out of your mouth. Got it?” You nodded your head and returned to the position that you were in previously. Jimin’s hand lingered on your thigh and squeezed it to get your attention. “Tell me a safeword.”
A safeword? There were a few moments of silence before you thought of a sinister idea. You thought to yourself, He was already angry, why not triggering him more? You had a sense of where this night will lead to, and you were happy with the results. But a part of you wanted to tease him a bit more.
Jimin spoke once more, “Have you thought of it yet? Tell me.”
You muster up all the confidence you had, and you began, “Yes I did. The safeword is Taehyung.”
You thought that Jimin was angry before, but you were fucked now. You could feel the tension in the air.
His nails dig into your thighs, close to breaking the skin. You could see the stream coming out nostrils as he looked at you with nothing but depravity. You swore that he growled when he spoke, “Okay.”
You were screwed for tonight, but in every perfect way, right?
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BabyGirl 10.0
NOTES:
♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it.
♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts okay more like 15 parts? lol
♥ 3.4k. fluff.
♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works.
♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass.
♥ I wrote the thing about socks without even thinking about Niall’s socks obsession (just because one of my daughters used to love socks sooo much) and then I remembered so I added something about it haha!
♥ im so sorry it took so long, really. i will try to update quicker next time!
♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate.
♥ PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // PART 8 // PART 9
10.0 SHOPPING & PRINCESS THINGS
HIM
I felt a bit disoriented when I woke up. The sun peaked through the living room windows and I could hear the tv in the background. I groaned low, sensing it was way too early to even think of getting up, but finally sighed and opened my eyes slowly. I felt someone move against me and gripped her tighter, pulling her closer to me. She let out a low whimper and it made me smile fondly. I turned my head to look at her sleeping, her mouth slightly open and her hair a mess, and it made my heart twist. A bunch of memories rushed through my mind and I brought my hand to move her hair out of her face. I could keep pretending I didn't love her, but I would just be lying to myself, and I was pretty much the only person who still believed my lies.
I let the tip of my finger slide on her jaw until her chin and it made the left corner of her lips move up. She moved her shoulder closer to her face and whimpered again, her eyes fluttering open slowly. They met mine and I smiled more as she did the same.
"Morning." she breathed, licking her lips.
"Morning." I replied just as low. "Slept well?"
She smiled more and stretched herself and for some reason, I felt suddenly endeared by the way she woke up, stretching her arms up and squirming slightly the rest of her body as a low groan escaped her lips. But It's only when she turned on the side and her arm wrapped around my chest that my heart jumped in my chest.
"Surprisingly, yes." she pointed out, looking up at me. "Your couch is amazing."
She was so close and my eyes roamed on her face, letting thoughts and memories invade me the way I never let them before. For once, I was making the choice I wanted, and not the one I knew I needed to make. I was allowing myself to go against what I thought everyone else wanted to do something I desperately needed and I was sure I wouldn't regret it for a second. I bent down slightly, brushing my lips against hers. They immediately curled and I chuckled, pressing my lips firmly on hers.
"Mommy, I'm hungry."
The voice made both of us jump and I instantly remembered the sound of the television playing when I woke up. It should have been a hint that Chelsea was awake but it simply didn't come to mind at that moment.
Her mom sat up and I did the same as she tried to comb her hair with her fingers. I was nervous, not really sure of what our daughter had heard or seen, and I cursed at myself mentally. Just yesterday, we had decided to start again but not tell Chelsea to be sure not to hurt her and the first thing we did was going against that, even if it wasn't intentional.
"Mommy!" she repeated in a whiny voice, making me raise my eyebrows.
"Chelsea." I replied without thinking. "Mommy just woke up, so give her some time okay?"
The confidence in my tone surprised everyone in the room, especially me, and I held my breath, a bit scared I would be told to mind my own business. They both stared at me, blinking a few times, and my daughter finally sighed, turning back to the television.
"Okay uncle Niall."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to my girlfriend (the thought made my heart jump in my chest) who was sending me a fond smile that I quickly returned. She brought her hand to my cheek and I felt a shiver cross my whole body when her fingertips brushed on my jaw.
"You're gonna be good at this." she whispered before getting up and walking to the kitchen.
We made toasts and eggs in silence, just moving together in my kitchen like we were used to cook together all the time. It was easy to be around her, just like it felt natural for the three of us to be under the same roof, and when we all sat at the table to eat, I started wondering when was the last time I felt that degree of happiness in my life.
Of course, there was always the shows, and the fans, and the recording, but feeling this happy in my own personal life was definitely on a different level.
"So Chelsea, you remember we're going at the mall today to buy you new clothes?"
Her face illuminated and it made me grin. I always thought kids hated shopping, especially for clothes. Clearly, it depended of the kid, and I had to stop being surprised at how special Chelsea was. I was way past thinking it was just my biased ass who imagined that she was unique. She had done nothing but surprise and endear me since day one.
"I will be able to pick dresses?" she asked in a high tone full of hope.
"Yes, of course."
"And and and hats?" she kept going. "AND SOCKS?"
The last word made me chuckle and I turned to her mother, my eyebrows raised up.
"Socks?" I mouthed, making her smile more as she nodded. "She likes socks?"
The thought of my own socks collection made my lips curl even more and i shook my head. I enjoyed discovering that we had things in common even if I didn't see her grow up. I guess it was a way for me to feel closer to her in a sense.
"But first, we have to go back home to get changed." she pointed out, taking me out of my thoughts. "We shouldn't stay in yesterday's clothes."
Chelsea nodded a bit exaggeratedly and jumped down the chair. I watched them leave to the bathroom to clean and I decided to go change too.
My room was almost cold, making a shiver run up my spine. I was happy she fell asleep in my arms on the couch and that thought made me smile. I quickly emptied my pockets, placing everything on my bedside table but held my breath when I noticed the silver heart again. I stared at it for a few seconds, swallowing the lump in my throat as the memory of it came back to my head. It was a gift for our anniversary and I made the vow to surprise her with every gift. This time, though, it was cheesy and I knew it, but I preferred to see it as romantic. I noticed she was not wearing the key that made a pair with the heart anymore and I couldn't hide that it was hurting me a bit but at the same time, I couldn't blame her for trying to forget. I put new pants on but slipped the heart in my pocket again, wondering if I should bring it up or not. I didn't have much time to think when I heard them get out of the bathroom and search for their coats.
We made a quick stop at their place and I waited for them in the car, slightly nervous about how the afternoon would go. I hadn't had a girlfriend in so long I could barely remember what it was like. That thought hit me hard and reminded me of that conversation I had with Louis, when he was looking for my watch. I meant almost everything I told him on that day, except when I said I had never been in love, but now that I had decided to try with her again, I felt completely different. It's crazy how only a few days can change everything. Or perhaps it was my daughter that changed me. Either way, I felt new, and It was a permanent change.
"Okay Chelsea, where do you want to start?"
My daughter looked around, her eyes roaming on all the stores and she pressed her lips together, moving them quickly from left to right as she pondered in silence.
"Dresses. I want to start with dresses." she affirmed with conviction, making me smile.
I was not really surprised as she seemed to have a keen interest in princess dresses and we made our way to a specific store I was not even aware existed before today. My eyebrows raised when I noticed all the pink and I slipped my hands in my pockets, playing with the small silver heart hidden in the right one. I felt out of place and I was not sure why but I simply followed them until a very specific section. Chelsea chose a few dresses to try on and when they got closer to the dressing rooms, she turned around and looked up at me.
"I want you to help me."
My girlfriend let out of a chuckle and bent down to her level to look at her.
"I don't think Niall's at ease yet." she explained kindly. "I'll help you and you can show him all the dresses you picked, is that okay?"
She stared in her mom's eyes and simply nodded before turning to me again. "I'll show you all of them!"
She rushed in a room and I let out a chuckle again at how endearing and incredible she was. They both disappeared behind the door and I waited a few minutes for them to get out. Chelsea walked out first and turned on herself as soon as she stepped out, making the bottom of her dress dance around her. It was pink with some white sparkles and my smile grew again. It only left when she turned to the mirror and I noticed the necklace she was wearing. A simple key with a purple gem laying nicely around her neck could be clearly seen on her reflection and I held my breath. I thought my girlfriend had gotten rid of it when we weren't together but she actually kept it to give it to our daughter and the gesture made me emotional. I swallowed the feelings threatening to burst out but it still invaded my whole body, bringing an unknown until now sensation inside me. I didn't know if it was love, endearment, gratitude or happiness but it felt like a mix of all of those.
"I love your necklace, Chelsea." I finally managed to let out after clearing my throat.
My girlfriend stopped moving and looked up at me in the mirror, her reflection staring at me. I couldn't quite decipher her expression but I didn't want her to feel bad about it and I sent her a fond smile. It took her a few seconds but her traits eventually softened and she smiled back at me with a relieved sigh.
"Thank you!" Chelsea answered, making my gaze move down. "It's from my daddy!"
My heart twisted in my chest and I swallowed an emotional lump for the second time. Knowing my girlfriend told our daughter about me, even without telling her who I was, made me happier than I thought it would.
After half an hour, she had picked the dress she wanted and I watched as my girlfriend took her card from her purse. I grabbed her wrist gently and her eyes met mine.
"Please, let me."
We looked intensely at each other for a while without even blinking and she nodded slowly, licking her lips. I knew that was not what she brought me here for but I wanted to do something more for my daughter, and also for her mother. I didn't know if she struggled a lot or not, but I knew it hadn't been easy on her and I was ready to do my part and help in any way I could.
My girlfriend bent down and told Chelsea something but her voice was too low for me to hear. When we walked out, my daughter turned to me with a huge smile.
"Thank you uncle Niall!" she let out a bit too loud. "I will think about you every time I wear it!"
At that point, what really hit me was not how polite she was, or how grateful she seemed to be that I paid for her dress. What hit me was how bad I wanted her to call me 'daddy" instead of 'uncle'. I wanted her to know I was her father, and that I was sorry for being absent all those years. I wanted to tell her that I loved her even if I didn't know her, or even that she was alive. I wanted her to see me like a daughter sees her father. I didn't just want her to know that she had a father that loved her, I wanted her to know it was me, and that in only a fraction of second, she had became my world and would be forever my priority from now on.
I swallowed an other lump of emotions and simply grinned.
"You're welcome, princess." I bowed down low enough. "I'm honored."
HER
Watching them interact was more amazing every time. There was a bond forming between them and seeing it tighten in front of me was incredible. I almost felt like I didn't belong and although I loved spending time alone with Niall, being the three of us together brought me a kind of happiness I hadn't felt before.
We kept following Chelsea through the mall, checking the stores she was interested in and refusing to buy every single thing she asked me whenever we entered a new place. The dress was a gift but she really needed new pants and t-shirts. It took a long time to pick tops and bottoms that actually matched when we finally left the last store, Niall and I were not only exhausted but also a bit annoyed by all the shopping we had made. On the other hand, Chelsea still had a lot of energy. We stopped for fast food and when we were about to walk out of the restaurant, Niall stopped by a small vending machine. Chelsea and I stopped too and walked back to him as I frowned. He put a few coins in it and turned the handle. We watched as something fell and he bent down to grab it, opening it quickly and handing it to our daughter.
Her face seemed to illuminate and he got down on one knee, smiling to her. I couldn't help but feel endeared by the scene in front of me. I knew what kind of boyfriend Niall was, but I didn't know what kind of father he could be. I now realized that he was just as adorable.
"A princess deserves a pretty ring, don't you think?"
She smiled and nodded as he took the plastic ring and grabbed her hand, slipping it on her middle finger. The ring was slightly too loose but it didn't seem to bother Chelsea at all. Her lips curled as much as they physically could and she finally threw herself into Niall's arms. He seemed surprised at first but he took her into a warm embrace and closed his eyes.
"Thank you."
Her voice was low, almost a whisper, and it was surprising I even heard it. Niall smiled more, his eyes still closed, and at that exact moment, I realized something. I always thought Chelsea needed a father. It was in the way she asked me about him, and how it seemed to be something missing in her life. But as I watched Niall interact with her and giving her all the love she deserved, I realized that he needed her just as much as she needed him. Maybe more, even.
"You're welcome my princess."
The fact that I denied him four years of this made me feel even more guilty and I held my breath, trying to calm the erratic beatings of my heart. If only I could go back in time...
It kept bothering me through the whole day, and the feeling of culpability became harsher by the minute. It had never really left me since the day we saw Niall again but now that I was completely aware of all the wrongs I did and pain I caused, it was even worse. I kept both of them from so much love and happiness with each other through these years and I clearly would never forgive myself for it. I knew Niall would never forgive me either and It took me all my strength not to start crying. Would Chelsea ever forgive me? She probably wouldn't be mad at me when she'll find out but in a few years, she'll be able to understand exactly what I did and thinking about my own daughter hating me was something that scared me more than I thought it would.
I kept quite until we were sitting in Niall's kitchen once again. I played with my food, not feeling hungry at all, while Niall and Chelsea were having a discussion. He was telling her about his socks collection and she excitedly asked to see it. I stopped listening to them, lost in my thoughts, and jumped slightly when I heard my name.
"Are you okay, love?"
Chelsea laughed and I looked up, watching as Niall's eyes moved to her.
"What makes you laugh, Chels?"
"You called her 'love'" she pointed out, making a small smile form on my lips. "That means you love her."
She was still young and didn't really understand it was a simple nickname and that Niall used it with many people. The nuances were not as obvious for her as they were for us. I chuckled low but remained silent, curious to find out how Niall would get out of this one. I knew he was very good at twisting things around to be sure he wouldn't have to answer a question he didn't like. I leaned my elbow on the table, placing my chin in my hand, and stared at him.
"Maybe I do, Chelsea." he simply said. "In fact, I do love her."
I held my breath, my heart now beating so hard against my rib cage I felt like it was going to just fly out. My brain had a hard time processing his words and my lips parted slightly in shock.
"And I also love you, Chelsea."
I blinked a few times, trying to get back to my senses and inhaled deeply, turning to look at my daughter who was smiling.
"I love you too, uncle Niall."
He brought his hand to her cheek and caressed it gently before raising his eyebrows and pointing her plate with his chin.
"Are you done?"
She nodded slowly and yawned, rubbing her eyes with a sigh. It took me all my strength to move but I finally got up and turned Chelsea's chair my way.
"Bed time, we had a long day."
"Nooooo! I want to watch a movie!" she whined.
It would normally make me smile but I was too startled to be completely normal. I knew it would take me a few minutes to let everything that just happened sink in and I was barely aware of what I was doing.
"It's late. You can watch a movie tomorrow." I pointed out. "Do you want to sleep here again tonight?"
Chelsea seemed to think and finally nodded just as Niall got up too, his chair making an annoying noise.
"I'll put her to bed if you want."
Our daughter rushed to him and threw herself in his arms, making him laugh. I looked up and our eyes met. He sent me a fond smile and I felt my heart melt and my lips curl. I had so many questions that needed immediate answers, so many thoughts I wanted to share, and so many memories that rushed back to my brain.
"Yea, thank you."
He winked at me and I smiled more. I remained motionless, standing in the middle of the kitchen, a bit overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the past few days. I kept wondering if he meant what he had said a few minutes earlier and if he did, what exactly did it imply? In the end, I just shook my head. Niall loved me, that's what he said. And I loved him, I never stopped. There was nothing to process or comprehend. I let the truth flood my insides and swallowed hard as tears invaded my eyes. Even in my wildest dreams, I hadn't allowed my imagination to go that far.
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I want you
~genre~ warning, fluff, family, wedding/engagement
~summary~ you and your best friend, chan have been friends since birth. like you guys literally do everything together, but everything changes when you guys enter your second year of highschool. Chan becomes a baddie and you are welcomed into the “smart” group. until one night half way through your junior year, your whole world changed.
~reader x chan~
~word count~ 1983
~gif creds~ @abcdskz
~warning~ alcohol and drug influence
you never once doubted your relationship with Chan. not once. your parents have known each other since college, so obviously you and chan were meant to become friends. it was destiny. that is until one night everything in your world collapsed.
~Beginning of the school year~
“what do you think chan?”
“what do you mean y/n?”
“ i mean what do you think about us being juniors. it feels like yesterday we were just entering elementary school together” you said as the memory began to fill your head
“yeah i guess. i dont know y/n you and i are two very different people. entering junior year is just like every other year. like always im waiting for this day to end.”
“okay mr. grumpy pants. the day hasn’t even started so how can you say that. just because you feel that way doesn’t mean you have to express it”
“whatever, you better get to class the bell’s about to ring” he said annoyed
“shit you’re right. wait... don’t you have a class first period too?”
“nah, i have study hall. see ya” chan said turning on his heel walking toward the library.
you sprinted to your first class which took you forever to find, but luckily the bell rang seconds after you entered the classroom, and your teacher wasn’t here yet either. today was looking good so far.
you already had a project in your science class with the one person you didn’t want to be partnered with, Seo Changbin, the scariest fucking kid in school. surprisingly, you, chan and changbin used to be friends, that is until changbin decided he was better than you two because he found a new group and left you guys in the dust to fend for yourselves.
so you decided to see if changbin wanted to come hang out wiht you and chan to work on the project after school. he agreed. you drove both of them to the closest coffee shop and got to work. little did you know, after that encounter that chan and changbin had, the two of them started to become closer.
as chan and changbin became best buddies, it felt like chan was leaving you behind, so you decided to stop by his house over winter break.
you walked up to the front door and knocked. luckily you new his parents were out of town so he was the only one who would be capable of opening the door.
after a few minutes you became a little worried, so you grabbed your phone from your pocket and called him.
“y/n?” he said with his raspy morning voice, signaling to you you had just woken him up
“hey sleepy head, can you come downstairs and open the door?”
“huh, what? wait are you---”
“thanks bye!” you said quickly hanging up the phone. you continued to wait outside for another 5-10 minutes until he finally opened the door.
“it’s about damn time, it’s hella cold” you said stomping inside
“good to see you too. what do you want y/n?”
“well instead of beating around the bush like i always do in these situations, im going to get straight to the point, why are you getting closer with changbin? you reject me everytime i want to hang you. i thought you didn’t like changbin after what happened in elementary school”
“uhhh... i don’t like him, but it’s hard to explain. now is just not a good time, okay y/n? can you please leave now?”
“when will it be a “good time” chan? huh? should i come over again tomorrow? next week? next month? you tell me”
“how about never”
then it hit you, you knew something was up you just have to throw him off guard enough to get past him and up to his room. so many things were running through your head that you just needed to get upstairs asap.
“never!?!? what the hell chan, why won’t you tell me? i dont care what you do just as long as you aren’t pushing yourself too hard” that wasn’t true, you care about this kind of stuff, but only when it’s chan who’s doing it.
“what are you keeping from me christopher!” you yell as you run up the stairs to his room.
“wait, y/n don’t go--” his sentence was cut off by the sound of your hand coming in contact with his face. you were able to quickly open the door when you reached the top only to find empty beer bottles and joints laying around his room.
you immediately ran out of the room, past chan, and out the front door again.
you couldn’t stop yourself from crying as you ran home. you didn’t know what was going to happen, but you had to stop it somehow. in this current moment you were too overwhelmed to even think about how you were going to stop him. little did you know that chan was also worried, but he was mostly worried about you. he realized what he had done, but wasn’t sure if he should try and see you again or give you sometime to process, he chose the later.
it had been 3 days since you stormed out of chan’s house. winter break was almost over, and you had no idea how you were going to be able to look him in the eye.
you pick up your phone only to see that you have 5 missed calls from chan himself, so you click call back and wait for him to pick up.
“y/n!!! you finally picked up” he said sounding a bit drunk
“hey buddy are you okay?”
“can you come pick me up from my friends house? changbin left already and i dont really know anyone else here.”
“yeah sure send me the address and ill be there soon”
“thank you so much y/n! see ya”
you were already almost out the door when he hung up. something inside you knew that he was going to say he needed a ride. you were too busy thinking about the fact that he’s drunk to worry about anything else.
when you got to the house you saw chan sitting outside and sprinted from the car to him. he was already asleep against the wall of the house.
“hey koala, time to get up. let me take you home okay?”
before you knew what was going on chan’s arms had slid around your waist pulling you closer to him.
“y/n, please don’t leave me” he said as tears started to form in his eyes.
you reciprocated his hug
“i promise i will never leave you”
you got him up and on his feet with his arm on your shoulders helping him walk to the passenger side of the car sliding him into the seat and buckling him in. you quickly walked to the other side and drove back to his house.
you made sure he was safely upstairs before you left to go back home yourself.
“wait y/n” he said grabbing your hand
“will you help me change out of these clothes?”
“sure buddy”
you were able to then help him slip into a pair of sweats he had and a t-shirt. he then slid into bed and you covered him with his sheets. just as you were about to leave a hand shot out from behind you grabbing your wrist.
“y/n, will you stay with me for a bit?”
you nodded and walked back over to the bed and kneeled next to it
“no, i mean will you lay with me for a bit, like we used to” he said. you could see the slight blush creep up his neck to his ears.
“okay” you slid next to him and he moved over to make room for you covering you with the sheets.
next thing you knew you had fallen asleep for about an hour, waking up to the feeling of chans lips on top of yours. your eyes widened as he moved away.
“y/n, sleep with me”
you didn’t know how to respond, you knew he was drunk, but not this drunk.
“ we are in highschool chan, we can’t do this.”
“y/n, look at me” he said putting a hand against the side of your face to push it towards his.
“i love you y/n, i always have and always will. i have never once thought of you as my friend. i’ve only wanted you to be mine completely.”
in that moment your heart jumped, and before you knew it the night was gone. you woke up to a sleeping chan. realizing that you were still at his house you panicked and texted your parents telling them you stayed at chan’s to keep an eye on him since he was feeling “a little under the weather”. you got up and decided to go make breakfast.
you looked over at the stairs and watched a sleepy chan waddle down the stairs causing you smile.
“morning sleepy head. how do you feel?” you asked handing him a plate of eggs and bacon
“i feel great, just a bit of a headache is all.” he said taking a seat at the island bar.
after breakfast you decided it was time for you to go, but you told chan that you would be back to check on him later, and you did just that.
now that break was over, you knew you wouldn’t have to completely worry about chan since he would be too busy with homework. you drove him to school everyday and everything felt like it was back to normal, but after a month or so you realized something was wrong, but you weren’t sure of what, that is until you got home.
“shit...” you muttered to yourself and ran back out the door to the nearest convenience store. you ran to the hygiene section and grabbed what you needed, paid for it and went back home. you darted through the front door and ran to the bathroom.
positive
“i’m pregnant?” you said as the memories of what happened over break flashed threw your head. you quickly picked up the phone, unable to press chan’s contact because your hands were shaking so much.
“y/n? are you okay?” he asked on the other side of the line
“meet me at the park by your house in 10 minutes” you said as clearly as possible, so he wouldn’t be as worried as he was right now. you hung up and went back out to your car and sped to the park.
you could see chan running from the other direction obviously worried about you.
“y/n are you okay? what’s wrorng? did something happen?” he said grabbing your shoulders.
“do you remember what happened over winter break?”
“uhh a little bit, but honestly it’s a little hazy, why what happened?”
“chan... i’m pregnant”
his heart dropped
“are...are you sure? how do you know?” he asked obviously shaken, but trying to keep his cool.
you handed him the pregnancy test
“shit y/n, whose is it?”
“it’s yours chan. you’re the only person i’ve slept with ever.”
his eyes widened. he never thought that this would happen, let alone the fact that he never wanted it to happen.
“shit, well i guess this means that i can do what i’ve always wanted to do” he said getting down on one knee.
“y/n... will you marry me? i’m not sure this is the right time, but seeing as we are about to start a family, i think this is very appropriate.”
you heart jumped, and a smile crept on your face.
“yes”
chan jumped to his feet and pulled you into a bear hug
“oh shit i knew i was forgetting something”
“what?” you asked
“haha, well i... um... forgot the ring”
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can you do a angsty eggsy x reader where reader is a kingsman, and survived the kingsman bombings, goes with merlin and eggsy to statesman, has the showdown in poppy world, but gets caught in the cross fire somehow, its not till eggsy and harry kill poppy that the reader collapses from the wound, fatal maybe, and in eggsys arms reader confesses there love, and screw tildi i dont like her
The members of Kingsman had dramatically reduced overnight, leaving you, Merlin and Eggsy to save the world all on your own. It had been a miracle, or so you’d thought at first, when you found Harry at Statesmen after travelling half way around the world because of a bottle of whiskey, but his memory had suffered greatly after Ginger ale had managed to save him, and he didn’t know who any of you were, leaving Eggsy the most affected.
You watched as day after day he would visit Harry, trying to jog his memory with stories of their time together, how he’d changed Eggsy’s life, become a real father figure unlike anyone else had. Then you’d seen Eggsy’s reaction after each encounter as you stood outside that white door waiting for him to come out, his face turned down into a grimace, tears on the verge of spilling down his cheeks as he looked at you sadly, desperately needing comfort. That was on thing you did well, comforting Eggsy. Not only because he was your best friend, but because you loved him deeply as well. You knew he didn’t feel the same, he wouldn’t be with Tilde if he did, so you stepped up as the best friend and work mate who was always there for him in his time of need.
“Come here,” you smile as Eggsy leaves the room dejected once again. His face falls on to your shoulder as his arms wrap around you tightly, and you give him a comforting squeeze as his body leans against yours.
“I thought I saw something today, something of the old Harry, but maybe I’m fooling myself,” he sighs.
“He’ll come back to you, Eggsy. I know it,” you reassure, stroking his back gently.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” he replies, burying his face into your neck. You bite your lip, stopping the words you desperately wanted to say from coming out of your mouth, then you both part and go your separate ways to your individual rooms once again.
The next day you stand outside that same white room for a longer period of time than usual, his visits only lasting twenty minutes or so, but this one was taking much longer and you hoped this was a positive sign. When the door opens, Eggsy has the biggest smile on his face, then steps aside for Harry to see you.
“(Y/N),” he smiles, holding a small puppy.
“Harry!” you beam, running towards him for a hug. Finally something had cracked, and Harry was almost completely back, aside from the odd visions of butterflies that plagued him occasionally.
This was where the hard work started, now that the team was back together, you had a job to do, and that meant going to Poppy’s playground and confronting the problem head on. You’d found the ruins she’d built her town of nostalgia on, and were making plans to enter when Eggsy stepped on a landmine. Your heart dropped straight down into your stomach as you all realise the situation, but Merlin quickly thinks of a plan, replacing Eggsy on the trigger.
“Merlin, what the fuck?” Eggsy whispers harshly.
“You’ve got a job to do, kid,” he says, nodding towards the gates.
“Merlin, give me the can,” you say, ready to help free him.
“All gone,” he replies, shaking it gently.
“So how are we mean to get you off of it?!” Eggsy asks desperately as Harry now understands the severity of the situation. Your eyes dart between Harry and Merlin’s faces, seeing the knowing look being exchanged between them, and you gasp as you know what has to happen.
“We’re not Eggs,” you whisper. A silence falls over the four of you as you look from one to the other, then all at Merlin as he smiles at you. A few short last words are exchanged, then the three of you spread out along the treeline away from Merlin as he starts to sing to get the guard’s attention. You look away as the men reach him, knowing what’s going to happen next, and then you hear it, the bang echoing in your ears as Merlin sacrifices himself for you all. Out of the corner of your eye you see Eggsy and Harry running out of the bushes, then race to join them, snapping back to the reason you’re out here.
Once inside, you split off from the two men, your choice of attack more subtle than the gadgets and gizmos that they’re using. You’ve always been the one who sneaks up behind targets while everyone’s attention is on the guys shooting their way in, and you take people out quietly and efficiently while Eggsy and Harry keep a close eye on you from the front.
Something hits you in the back, and when you turn to see what it is, there stands a familiar face from your training days. Just as you get up to fight back, Eggsy jumps in having seen you get hurt, and you can only watch as they struggle with each other, Eggsy eventually snapping his neck after fighting one handed. You chuckle to yourself a little as you watch him walk towards you with a smug look on his face, stretching out the hand he’d hidden behind his back.
“Show off,” you laugh as he got to you to help you up off of the floor.
“I know,” he winks. As you take his hand to get up, you cry out in pain, the blood now dripping from your shirt, and Eggsy’s face turns white at the sight.
“Oh, I’m fine. You go with Harry, I’ll sit it out here okay?” you smile, trying to cover up the fact that you were panicking inside.
“I don’t think-”
“Shut up and go save the world,” you laugh, pushing him away. He does as you say and as you sit outside waiting for him once more, you slowly bring a hand around to your back to feel what had happened. There was a large wound, bigger than a standard bullet, that was for sure, and blood, lots of blood. You’d only felt your back for a few seconds, but when you took your hand away to look at it, it was already covered in the warm red liquid.
“Fuck,” you hiss, angry at how you’d let this happen to yourself, and knowing what was most likely to happen next.
When Eggsy and Harry run out of the diner to see you, you’re already slumped down against the wall you were leaning on when Eggsy left you, and he knew this wasn’t a good sign. Harry stood a few steps back as Eggsy skidded over to you on his knees, his arms cradling your body as your eyes fluttered open to see him.
“Save the world?” you whisper.
“Of course,” he replies. You look at his eyes and see a tear escape them, the first one you’d seen come from him, even after all the Harry visits.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m not, it’s allergies,” he whispers, a half hearted laugh coming from him as he sees you smile, “listen, we’re gonna get you back and then when you’re all fixed up-”
“Eggsy...”
“Shh… When you’re all fixed up I’ll get us tickets to see that band you like.”
“Eggsy...” you sigh, shaking your head slowly from side to side, “you know that’s not going to happen now.”
“It is, what are you on about? Of course it is,” he says, voice cracking as he lets out a small sob.
“Eggsy, you’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not lying,” he croaks.
“Guess I’d better stop lying to you too...” you sigh, your breathing starting to slow down, “I never wanted to be your best friend...”
“What?” he asks, frowning down at you.
“I wanted to be more… Probably shouldn’t say this someone else’s boyfriend, but she won’t see me again, so it’s fine… I love you, Eggsy Unwin… Always have, always will...”
“(Y/N), don’t...”
“What?”
“Tell me again when you’re better,” Eggsy pleads, the desperation in his voice hitting Harry’s ears and making him look away from the two of you.
“I wish I could.”
“You can, and ya will. Because I can’t live without you, and I don’t want to live without you.”
“Bet you say that to all the girls,” you say, your eyelids now getting heavier with each laboured breath.
“Only the ones I love,” he sobs, shaking his head as he sees your eyes close again, “(Y/N), (Y/N), wake up!” He shakes your body, then holds you tight against his chest, this time not feeling the warmth you gave in your hugs, or the comforting echo of your heartbeat against his as he leaned against you.
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January 9th 2022
Today was a rather long one and my last day off. Even now as I am writing this I am Exhausted and would honestly rather sleep than to write it, but I know myself too well and know that if I miss a day it will be all the easier next time to miss another and another and before too long I won’t be writing at all. That is something that I very much am wanting to avoid so here I am again. Striking key and trying to put the day into words.
I was able to sleep in a bit today awakening to my Dear Marisella beside me. The morning was cold and she was warm and such a combination making it rather difficult to rise from bed. I peaked my head out of bed and checked on young Christopher who had fallen asleep with his headphones on and his phone still playing something or another but at this point he was still fast asleep. Since Marisella and I had nowhere to be and in no hurry this day I lay my head back on my pillow and drifted off into a light sleep for a while longer.
Not much longer I rose in earnest and after discussing the days plans with Marisella we decided that we were indeed very hungry and in need of food. Most of the ingredients for breakfast were already in her apartment and we only needed a few. So I dressed and rushed to get the Pelican ready for travel and soon we were off. The first stop was the Convenient store to acquire tobacco and after accomplishing that the General store for our missing ingredients and after finishing those tasks back to her apartment it was to prepare the days breakfast.
I prepared a meal of chorizo egg and potatoes in the form of breakfast burritos and as I cooked Marisella, the kids, and I enjoyed each others company and joked and laughed in the kitchen together. Its worth noting that sometimes the most mundane of activities like cooking breakfast can make some of the best memories when done with a light heart and the right people. This breakfast was one of those times indeed and warms my heart even thinking about it now as I write.
Breakfast went over well with everybody and after we all had eaten I sat down with my laptop and began to once again work on my self imposed task of being successful with my affiliate marketing. I am seeing some sucess in a way and getting people to click my links though I have as yet to make a sale but being that I have not even been at this a week yet my spirits are still high.
After a few hours of this it was time for another task to be completed that of grocery shopping. I am begining to realize that life has for me become a series of tasks to be completed and upon realizing that it is absolutly best to make sure that i dont forget to take the time to still enjoy all the goings on in between the tasks as well. We took Marisella’s car to the grocery store this time and began to shop as i think is best by going down one Isle at a time grabbing what we each needed and thus covering the entirty of the store before calling it all done. and so going about in this mannor and two hours later we were done and almost three shopping carts were filled. we headed out to the checkout and I allowed chris to go look at the toys while Marisella and I Checked out and paid.
The shopping done now we sat about the task of putting all the groceries away I don’t know how well Marisellas time of stocking her own shelves went but I had to get rather creative to fit all I had aquired into the tiny kitchen area of my bus. now with everything put away and my laundry started I now had time to.... and it was about this time I remembered I had to pull birds to be preped for tomorrow at work. Marisella took me up there and I pulled the birds from the freezer so that they could thaw and we decided while we were out to take Chris back to his mothers.
After coming back to Marisella’s apartment we finished with the task of cleaning the duck cage and cleaning the bus. I was ready for the day to be over at this point but life was not yet ready to be done with me. I still needed to switch the laundry and my stomach was yelling at me that I had forgotten to eat dinner yet. The laundry now switched My Marisella and I went into the apartment where i prepared for us a dinner of fried tuna steak with corn and peppers and a side salad which I was very pleased with the way it all came out. We ate and watched some youtube videos as I didnt want to get involved with something more than that with still so much for me to do.
Our hunger now satisfied it was time for me to heade another bodily concern. a shower. I had noted earlier while grocery shopping and reaching for things on the top shelves that I could indeed smell myself and the stench was enough to make my nose want to jump from my face and hide in a corner. I was so utterly exhausted at this point that the thought of skipping the shower had crossed my mind but the continuous foul odor emanating from my very being was enough to drive the thought from my mind and I relented into taking a quick shower.
With all that done it was finally time to retrieve our cloths from the dryers and retire to the bus for the evening. I chose to dress minimally for the trip from her apartment to my landboat since we were to be going to bed soon. that proved to be a mistake as the night was cold and the concrete colder. my toes were forzen by the time we got to the bus and I danced around as Marisella tried as quickly as she could to open the doors for me.
Now I sit here writing this and am glad this days entry is almost done. My cup of tea is near gone and the cold nights air is helping to make my bed look like a paradise. I now will lay my head down and hold my Marisella close to me and fall asleep with the memories that I have made today playing in my head and dancing in my heart. Goodnight
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