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moonnightyoongi · 3 years

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puzzle piece | jk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, angst, ANGST

word count: 1.8k

description: you just seemed to fit like a puzzle piece

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You don’t really remember where or how it started. The desire to love, to be loved. Of course, it is simply human nature, the ancient thought that when you are made you are split in two and you spend your life searching for your other half. Except in this day and age that is a thing of the past for some, they simply spend their life by themselves and they enjoy it. But where does that desire go? Surely it just doesn’t disappear – perhaps theirs gets projected onto the one that comes after them. The double desire to find and be loved. The double desire that eats away at them all night and is quickly put on the back burner during the day when they find a measly distraction. If that’s the case, then you are the one that came after. Growing up you were not deprived of love; your parents loved every bone of you, and you had a fair share of friends who would do anything to see you smile. But it all started when you hit the age of dating, everyone seemed to have it so easy, but you always went for the wrong guy or the guy who loved another or you were simply left alone in the corner of the dance while everyone slowed danced and the teachers watched with hawk eyes to make sure they didn’t get too close. No really. 9th grade, the boy who had asked you conveniently got back with his ex while you went to the toilet, and worst of all you couldn’t go cry in the toilets because you had just come out of them!

All your friends say your time will come. But it’s easy for them to tell you all the cliché things when they had met the perfect partner for them. They were happy and content, living in a world where they don’t need to think about anyone else because they had each other. No dating apps, no more awkward first dates, no more unanswered texts, no late-night cries when you receive the ‘you’re great but…’ texts. Just blissfully unaware of the hell on earth that is dating for people who don’t have it as easy as they do.

Jealousy. It’s hard not to be jealous when you go to their house warmings, or their dinner parties or that one engagement party. It’s hard. Sure, you were happy for them, because at least they weren’t feeling the hell and the social pressure to not be alone for the rest of your life. They don’t get the judgemental looks from the bitchy aunt that definitely didn’t have a rushed marriage when she was your age because she was pregnant (definitely didn’t happen – your cousin was 100% premature).

You hear about love languages and how everyone has a specific one, everyone said they knew yours from a mile away – words of affirmation. ‘You constantly need to hear that someone loves you or that they’re proud or that they haven’t changed their mind. Isn’t it tiring?’. Yes, it was extremely tiring, tiring to be constantly trying to tell yourself that you’re being foolish, and they do still love you and they are proud - yet still having the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that it’s all a lie.

“Any dates lined up?” Yuki asks as she scrolls through her phone.

You sigh and put down your drink, “No. I’m done.”

“You said that year and then met that awful dude that thought he was better than you,” Anastasia chimed in.

“He was better than me,” you reply thinking of the doctor and all his PhD’s. Sure, he was an awful person who liked to bring up just how many he had but he had every right to, he had earnt them.

“Just because he had a few pieces of paper doesn’t mean he’s better than you. You have a personality, he didn’t.” Anastasia scoffs stirring her coffee.

You shrug your shoulders as you look out the window, “He’s engaged now.”

“Poor girl,” Yuki laughs putting down her phone, “Does she have any degrees?”

Yuki and Anastasia laugh at the memory of you introducing your ex and him straight away asking if they had any sort of degree between them. Looking back, it made you feel sick to your stomach, he was so rude, and you were so desperate.

“PhD.” You reply.

“Just the one?!” Yuki exclaims, “Disgusting!”

They both laugh once more as you sat silently staring at the half empty coffee expressionless. It was easy to joke about exes when they weren’t yours.

“Listen, a new guy started at my work and he is so much like you I wanna set you two up,” Anastasia says.

“I don’t know, remember the last set up?” you point out. He was a whole foot smaller than you and at one point you had to help him reach something from the second shelf in the supermarket. Ironically, he didn’t want to meet again because you were too small.

“That was my mistake, I didn’t realise he wanted a 6ft girl,” Anastasia tells you, “Come on! He’s lovely, he’s taller than me and the other day he split coffee down himself.”

“So that means he’s perfect for me?”

“A match made,” she smiles, “Please!”

“I’d just do it; how bad could it be?” Yuki points out as you fumbled with your jumper.

“Getting shouted at in aisle 5 because you couldn’t reach the top shelf bad,” you joke. They both burst out into laughter once more as you sighed and watched the rain fall to the ground outside the coffee shop.

“Fine,” you sigh, “What’s his name?”

“Jungkook,” Anastasia smiles.

~.♥ ~

The lead up to the date was the worst, Anastasia constantly went on about how clumsy he was and how perfect you would be together – her favourite story was him walking into the glass door and simply shaking it off before going into a meeting. With every new story it bought up a sense of hope – but even you knew this was dangerous. For what one thinks is cute and endearing another finds childish and immature. What if he wasn’t as cute and as clumsy as Anastasia constantly explained – what if it was because he saw someone cute in the office and got distracted and he was now using you to make her jealous.

“Stop overthinking,” Yuki demands snapping you out of your thoughts.

“How did you-?”

“I’ve known you far too long. You’re either overthinking or over romanticising.”

You smile sadly before looking back into the mirror and applying some more blush. Maybe it was all the fairy tales growing up that made you this way, or maybe it was the tv shows. Either way they had both set you up for failure.

“Jungkook is on his way to the restaurant. It’s under my name,” Anastasia smiles walking into the room with her phone in hand, “Tae said good luck!”

“So does Jae,” Yuki smiles.

“I need it,” you mutter standing up and fixing your dress, “What do I do if he doesn’t show?”

“He’s on his way,” Anastasia sighs.

“What if he goes to the wrong restaurant?”

“They won’t seat him because my name won’t be on the list of reservations.”

“What if they don’t do reservations?” you challenge.

“You’re annoying me. He’s on his way to the right restaurant where he will give in my name and will be seated waiting for you.”

“But-,”

“Stop! Get in the taxi,” Anastasia shouts cutting you off. You drop your head as you walk down the stairs sheepishly. Anything could happen, you could arrive before him and he could look at you and change his mind. He could arrive before you and when you walk in scream and run out the back entrance. Everything was a possibility.

“Anastasia,” you smile nervously to the hostess.

“This way, your party is waiting for you,” she smiles kindly. Party? How many where here? Did Anastasia set up a conveyer belt to give you your best shot? You don’t think you could handle multiple rejections in one night.

Walking into the dining room you spotted him straight away. He was staring out the window, his leg twitching under the table – so much so he knocked over the pepper. His red face made you flutter and as you got closer the butterflies became more and more active. He was as clumsy as Anastasia had described and a lot cuter than she had as well.

“Your table,” the hostess smiles placing the menu down and walking away.

“Y/N,” Jungkook smiles standing up quickly, “I’m Jungkook!”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you smile pulling the chair out.

“I should have pulled your chair out for you, shouldn’t I?” he wonders aloud.

“No, because if you couldn’t push it back in, I’d probably overheat with embarrassment,” you laugh pulling your chair in and hitting your hip on the table, “Fuck!”

The restaurant stares at you as you held back anymore swearing.

“Very hard table,” Jungkook jokes before they resume, “Are you okay?”

“I’ve got shivers.”

“You’ll have a bruise tomorrow,” he laughs as you finally sit down.

“I bruise so easily; my whole left side will be.”

“My friend is the same, he once caught his ankle on the door and couldn’t wear a shoe for weeks. The whole thing was swollen. He used all the ice in my freezer too,” Jungkook laughs.

“What about the ice in his freezer?”

“We live together so I guess he used all of his too,” he replied.

You laugh loudly as you opened the menu, all the anxiety had melted away when he smiled in your direction.

~.♥ ~

Days had turned into months and months had turned into a year. There was something about him that was so different from everyone you had met before. Nothing you did was ever childish or embarrassing and the same for him. You two just seemed to fit like a puzzle piece. He made you laugh, he made you feel safe, he made sure you knew he loved you. Whether it was by sending you a midday message when you were in work, or whether it was a cheesy video of him kissing the screen. He would bring ramen when you were stressed, and alcohol when it was time to celebrate. You would attend parties together and would spend all night dancing, drinking and laughing. You finally felt happy when attending engagement parties, housewarming parties and everything else that used to fill your social calendar with dread.

It’s just a shame it was all a lie.

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blackswaneuroparedux · 3 years

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The Scots Greys and the turning of the tide at Battle of Waterloo

They never consider the situation, never think of manoeuvring before an enemy and never keep back or provide a reserve. They’re charging at everything!

- Duke of Wellington reflecting on the charge of the British cavalry after the Battle of Maguilla in 1812

The Duke of Wellington was never pleased with his cavalry. In Spain he condemned them for “charging at everything”, getting cut up in the process or finding themselves on a distant part of the battlefield, horses blown, at the very moment they were needed elsewhere. So at Waterloo the Iron Duke intended to keep the mounted arm on a tight rein.

It was, after all, the first time he would actually face Napoleon in the field, and the situation was not auspicious. He had been taken by surprise. He famously learnt of the sudden appearance of the French on the border with the Southern Netherlands (now Belgium) at the Duchess of Richmond’s ball in Brussels on 15 June. “Napoleon has humbugged me, by God!” The following day his Prussian allies were worsted at Ligny. Hs own troops, rushed forward to nearby Quatre Bras, were badly mauled. He was on the back foot.

But his capacity to anticipate setbacks paid dividends. Some weeks earlier he had chosen a piece of ground on which to make a stand if the French were to come. The ridge of Mont St Jean, a mile south of the village of Waterloo athwart the main road from Charleroi to Brussels. The ridge ran north-east to south-west for about three miles, two-thirds of which Wellington was able to occupy with infantry and artillery. To support these he would post two brigades of light cavalry on the left (east) flank and three on the right. Two brigades of heavy cavalry, including the Scots Greys or, as they were then more properly known, the 2nd Royal (North British) Dragoons, would be in the centre. And to each of the cavalry brigadiers, as well as to the Earl of Uxbridge (later Marquess of Anglesey), the commander of the Allied cavalry and his second in command, Wellington gave strict instructions not to leave their positions without his express order.

The Duke was essentially a general who preferred to choose his ground, make the enemy attack him and then use the superior musketry of his infantry to defeat them. He intended Waterloo to be just such a battle. In addition, for the first time he had the benefit of a strong force of heavy cavalry inclusing the Scots Greys – bigger men, bigger swords, bigger horses – to counter the French heavy cavalry or break up an assault that threatened to overwhelm his infantry. And, indeed, the charge of these two brigades, best known perhaps for Lady (Elizabeth) Butler’s 1881 painting Scotland Forever! depicting the Scots Greys galloping wildly at the French, would be one of the critical actions of the battle, even, some argue, its turning point.

The Scots Greys had been formed in 1681 from a number of independent troops of dragoons (originally men who dismounted to fight with the musket, rather than fight from the saddle with sword and pistol), and known as The Royal Regiment of Scots Dragoons. The “grey” of their later title may at this time have referred to their uniform, for it was not for a dozen years that this changed to red, and there is no record that the Scots Greys used grey horses exclusively.

However, when inspected by King William III (William of Orange) in 1693 it was noted that the Scots Greys regiment were all mounted on greys. Soon afterwards they were being referred to as the “Grey Dragoons” or the “Scots Regiment of Grey Dragoons”. In 1707, after the Act of Union, they were restyled “North British”, as the parliamentary union envisaged Scotland to be. Not until 1877 would their nickname be made official. They became the 2nd Dragoons (Royal Scots Greys), inverted after the First World War to The Royal Scots Greys (2nd Dragoons). They kept this title for 50 years until amalgamating with the 3rd Carabiniers (Prince of Wales’s Dragoon Guards) to form the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards (Carabiniers and Greys).

When Napoleon escaped from Elba at the end of February 1815 to begin his “Hundred Days”, the ill-starred attempt to retake the French crown and continue his imperial ambitions, the Greys were one of a number of regiments rushed to Belgium that had yet to fight “Napoleonic” troops. Indeed, by the time of Waterloo few Scots Greys had seen battle - and they were keen to make up for it.

Their moment came in the early afternoon of 18 June, when it looked as if Wellington’s line at Waterloo would break. The Comte d’Erlon’s corps of three infantry divisions, some 14,000 men, with 6,000 cavalry, assaulted the Allied left wing and centre, which was held by Dutch-Belgian brigades and Lieutenant-General Sir Thomas Picton’s 5th Division, the latter experienced Peninsular troops.

As d’Erlon’s men ascended the slope towards the sunken road that ran the length of the ridge left of La Haye Sainte, driving back the British skirmishers and reaching the thick hedge that fringed the road, Picton’s men stood up, formed into a four-deep line to guard against cavalry attack, advanced and began volleying.

However, the French deployed unusually quickly into line and returned fire. Picton himself was killed after ordering a counter-attack in language profane even by his own legendary standards, and soon his troops were giving way under the pressure of numbers. At two o’clock Napoleon appeared to be winning the Battle of Waterloo.

But Lieutenant-General the Earl of Uxbridge was a cavalry commander of genius. Earlier estranged from Wellington on account of eloping with the Duke’s youngest brother’s wife, he had been disbarred from service in the Peninsula after brilliantly covering Sir John Moore’s gruelling retreat to Corunna. But his cavalry coup d’oeil had not deserted him, nor his moral courage. Despite the Duke’s orders that none of the cavalry was to quit the ground it had been posted on without his express will, Uxbridge ordered his two brigades – the Household Brigade (1st and 2nd Life Guards, Royal Horse Guards and 1st (King’s) Dragoon Guards) and the Union Brigade, so-called for its English, Scots and Irish regiments (1st Royal Dragoons, 6th (Inniskilling) Dragoons, and the Scots Greys) – to charge in support of the hard-pressed infantry.

With a combined strength of nearly 2,500 sabres and led by Uxbridge, the heavies advanced. The Household Brigade was first into the charge, sweeping back the cuirassiers guarding d’Erlon’s left flank. To the Household’s left the Union Brigade surged through the lines of red-coated infantry in the sunken road, where some Gordon Highlanders grasped their stirrups to get at the French, and at the foot of the slope routed the two advanced infantry brigades of General Joachim Quiot’s division, the Royals, capturing the eagle of the 105th Ligne while Sergeant Ewart of the Greys, 6ft 4in tall and a master swordsman and rider, captured the eagle of the 45th Ligne.

Only two eagles were captured that day.

As with the Household, however, the officers of the Union Brigade were finding it difficult to rein in their troops, and the heavies lost all cohesion. With many casualties and still trying to reorder, the Greys now found themselves before the main French lines, their horses blown, though some galloped on to attack the guns of the Grande Batterie. This was too much for Napoleon, who had hitherto left the conduct of the battle to Marshal Michel Ney. He promptly ordered a counter-attack by two cuirassier brigades and Baron Jacquinot’s two Polish lancer regiments (a charge also painted by Lady Butler).

As Major-General Sir William Ponsonby tried to rally his brigade he was captured by Jacquinot’s men, whereupon several Greys galloped to their brigadier’s rescue but the lancers at once killed him and three of his would-be rescuers, who could do nothing to overcome the lance’s reach. The rest of the heavies might also have been speared or sabred had it not been for a counter-charge by Major-General Sir John Vandeleur’s light dragoon brigade and two of Dutch-Belgians from the left flank, who had also disobeyed Wellington’s orders to stay put.

The charge saved the remnants of the Household and Union brigades but their casualties had been heavy, including the Greys’ lieutenant-colonel, James Hamilton, who was killed. The official recorded losses for both brigades that day were 1,205 troopers and 1,303 horses, an extremely high proportion.

However, 14,000 French troops of D’Erlon’s corps had been committed to the attack on the Allied centre at a cost of some 3,000 casualties and irrecoverable time. It was four o’clock before they were ready to advance again, by when, with the Allied line holding along the ridge and Prussian troops beginning to arrive on the field from the east, it was be-coming clear that Napoleon had lost the battle, although there would be another two hours of increasingly desperate, bloody but futile French attacks before Wellington judged it the moment to signal the whole line to advance.

The Scots Greys would later incorporate the image of the captured eagle in their cap badge, and Sergeant Ewart would be commissioned as an ensign (second lieutenant) in the 5th Veteran Battalion of Infantry. The following year he was invited to a Waterloo dinner in Edinburgh, where Sir Walter Scott asked him to speak. But Ensign Ewart begged that he might be excused, saying, “I would rather fight the Battle of Waterloo over again than face so large an assemblage.”

The Battle of Waterloo, the culmination of more than twenty years of fighting in Europe and across the globe, was one of the greatest military defeats in history. Within a matter of hours it would not only result in thousands of deaths, but also in the destruction ofa well-experienced army.

The role that the Scots Greys played in the Battle of Waterloo was, perhaps something of a surprise. Although they had had a long and relatively distinguished history, having fought in many battles from the time of William III in Holland, the group tasked with fighting at Waterloo, the majority having little or no battle experience, proved themselves to be more than adequate on their day. Through sheer courage and determination they entered a bloody battle against all the odds.

Historians continue to debate whether the Scots Greys was the actual turning point of the Battle of Waterloo with as much vigour as they debate the late intervention of Blucher’s Prussians. Be that as it may it remains undeniable that the number of losses, in proportion to their numbers, was very high, yet the impression they made on the battlefield at Waterloo was, and still is, deep and forever remembered.

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henrycavillobsessed · 4 years

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Heatwave (part 2)

Henry x reader

Summary: You and Henry decide to head to the beach to spend his suprise day off. It starts off innocently enough, but soon the heat gets to you both.

Words: 1041

CW: lots of fluff still. Building up to smut towards the end. Public displays of affection.

Notes: I am new to smut writing. I’m building up towards part 3 where I’m going to try my hand at some naughtier stuff- but, again, for now just enjoy some Henry at the beach.

You can find Heatwave (part 1) here.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so happy. As you sat in the passenger seat of Henry’s Aston Martin DBS, you watched him as he drove. He was sat back in his seat, looking incredibly relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one resting lightly on the gear stick. The muscles in his forearms flexed almost lazily whenever he steered or changed the gear, a sight that paired sexily with the way his long curly hair was blowing from the air con vents. You sighed. Times like this you couldn’t believe just how attractive this man was. And he was all yours. That thought warmed your heart, and you reached over to rest your hand on his. He flashed you his perfect teeth as he smiled down at you.

“Are you okay baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied simply. He kept smiling as he cruised down the coastal road towards the main beach, humming a little tune to himself.

“Henry! I can see the sea!” you exclaimed, as you always did when on the way to the ocean. It came from an old childhood tradition- first to see the sea and announce it, won. You took pride in always being the first, although a part of you suspected Henry sometimes let you win. He didn’t say anything in return, but raised your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then winked at you. A burst of love exploded in your chest and you looked out of the window as you entered the car park, your cheeks a little pink, and your smile incredibly coy.

As Henry smoothly parked the car into a space, and you saw the huge beach front rollercoasters, your excitement returned. You jumped out of the car and fidgeted on the spot waiting for Henry to exit the vehicle too. He took his time doing so, unfolding his long legs and stretching up towards the sky, showing off his impressive 6ft height. He ran a hand through his curls, and finally looked at you, smiling indulgently at your childlike excitement.

“What do you wanna do first? Fun fair or beach?” he asked you.

“Fair!”

“Ha. I thought so. C’mon then,” he offered you his hand, and you grabbed onto it, both of you swinging your arms as you wandered off towards the beach fair.

It was just so wonderfully normal being at the beach with Henry. You didn’t often get the chance to just hang out like this, due to his work. You were incredibly happy that he was given these couple of days off, as you hadn’t been expecting to see him for at least a few weeks, and you realised just how much you’d been missing him. You both walked along the seafront under the baking sunshine. You felt pretty and feminine in your favourite colour sundress with matching sandals, your hair tied up in a messy bun that gave you a total beach babe vibe. Henry, on the other hand, just screamed complete masculinity. He was wearing long beach shorts that were the same colour of your dress- you were sure Henry had done this on purpose- and flip flops. The white tank top that he had been wearing was now slung across his shoulder. Henry topless was a sight that never failed to take your breath away, and as you walked along you knew you weren’t the only one having that reaction- many women were gaping at him as they passed. This used to bother you before, but as you and Henry fell deeper in love, you now trusted that he only had eyes for you. His beautiful blue eyes were now hidden behind his sunglasses, but you knew they were directed at you. You looked up at him, and he smirked, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer as you walked.

After an amazing afternoon of roller-coasters, fair games and a delicious lunch of fish and chips, you and Henry were now sat on a bench near the car park enjoying some ice cream. You accidentally got a swirl of yours on your nose and giggled as Henry licked it off.

“Fancy a swim now baby?” Henry asked as you finished up your ice cream cones.

“Absolutely,” you replied, and quickly checked the weather app on your phone. The weather man hadn’t lied, it was in fact 34 degrees now. “Let’s stop at the car and top up on sun cream first.”

As you got to the Aston Martin, Henry retrieved the bag and got the sun cream out. You went to take the bottle from him when he pulled it high out of your reach. You raised an eyebrow questioningly at him. In reply, he gently spun you round, and lowered the straps of your dress. He then started applying the cream to your shoulders and back slowly. Tantalisingly slow. He then turned you back around to face him, and removed his sunglasses. His eyes were burning with intensity and he tilted your face upwards, leaning his down to meet your lips with his own. The kiss started out innocent enough, and then suddenly he picked up the tempo. You knew why. The mood of the day, the atmosphere between you both had just shifted from an excitable day out as a couple to something a lot deeper. A lot more sexual. You moaned almost indistinctly. You loved that you could have both Henry’s- the sweet partner who licked ice cream off your nose and made you laugh, and the smouldering lover, who’s kiss was all it took to completely shift the dynamic. You fisted a hand in his hair as he dipped you lower towards the bonnet of the car, one hand lifting your leg up from the ground and hooking it around his waist. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat nearby and you two sprung apart, you blushing furiously, Henry looking deliciously unruffled. A couple of wolf whistles and even some applause broke out from the bystanders, causing your blush to spread further. Henry looked at you the way a wolf would his prey, his tongue licking along his lower lip as he studied you.

“Now, how about that swim?”

(Part 3 is here)

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kaioken16 · 3 years

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Just a One time thing

Mallek Week 2021 - Day 4

Day 4: Fashion Word count: 2130 Rating: Teens and Up Character(s): Mallek Adalov, MSPA Reader, Original character, Bronya Ursama, Remele Namaaq, Lanque Bombyx, Dammek

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A/N: It was hard to figure out what to write, as this prompt would better for a drawn piece. But I managed to come up with something. This was inspired by many offices and fashion company-themed AUs.

sidenote: MSPA Reader will be referred to as 'Sam' as I have a few headcanon names for them that are nonbinary.

Summary: A day in the office turns upside down by a series of events, Mallek Adalov, graphic designer and production assistant at a fashion company finds himself temporary modeling for a day.

Mallek was working at his computer, he was roaming through many documents, his eyes were beginning to feel heavy as he had to occasionally remove his glasses to rub his eyes. He had been at this for hours, but nothing he couldn’t help. He worked in the marketing and production department for one of the most successful fashion companies all over Prospit city. Not the kind of place that Mallek would work initially, if you had told him back when he was a teenager that he would be working in a company like this, he would’ve laughed and said that was a funny joke.

But that several years ago and he was now fresh out of university and needed a way to pay the bills for his home, his equipment, and his hobbies. So after a few applications and phone calls and a quick interview, he found himself working here. It was new territory, but the work mostly entailed computer-related stuff, from ordering products and material, going over the programs that the designers used, making sure there were no issues. But it paid really well, the hours were agreeable and the people he worked with were nice.

Mallek had been working in the department for over two months now. And today started off as a normal day, a quiet morning there only a few of them in the office, so he could relax while he worked, as he types away an email for the head office, an empty coffee Starbucks cup was on his right side, along with a half-eaten cinnamon raisin bagel.

Suddenly he hears a loud bang which disrupts the silence, making him stand up from his desk, he then hears wails and a loud voice screaming. Was someone hurt?

He rushes over to the location of the screams to find the scene, four people, pieces of paper all over the place, some just hitting the ground. Your good friend Sam, who was carrying the paperwork, and was probably overlooked due to his short height. Remele, one of the designers who was the one screaming, and Bronya who had an annoyed look on her face, Lanque was also on the ground too, rubbing the back of his head.

“Is everything okay?” Mallek speaks, as it was clearly not okay.

“This is a disaster! Oh no, no, no.” Remele proclaims.

Lanque chuckles awkwardly “Oh no, it’s okay, I think I’m okay-”

“Not you, you piece of meat! My outfit, it’s been stained.” her gaze is fixed on the stains on the suit he was wearing, as it had been stained with either coffee or water.

Sam immediately goes to try and help Lanque. “I am SO sorry about that, I didn’t see you and I was losing my grip on the papers…”

“NO! Don’t touch my creation before you ruin even more!” Remele shouts which make the tiny individual flinch. She was only a few inches taller than them but still very scary.

“Hey, they’re just to help, and you need to chill.” Bronya snaps back, her tone was firm but not yelling as she goes to help Lanque.

“Here lemme help ya their buddy.” Mallek helps Sam gather up their papers.

Just as Lanque is helped back to his feet when he suddenly hisses out in pain. “Ah!”

“What’s wrong?” Bronya asks him, concerned as she can see the pained look on his face.

“I think... I twisted my ankle.” He says as the pressure on his leg sends pain through his limb.

“What?!” Remele’s eyes widened with shock, she then glared at Sam. “So you damaged my outfit and my model?!” She balls her fists, gritting her teeth causing Sam to hide behind Mallek.

“Whoa, take it easy.” Mallek holds his hands up attempting to diffuse the situation.

“Remele, you need to calm down. We will sort this out, I’ll let Rhakei know what’s happened and we’ll deal with it.” Broyna adds.

“Are you kidding me?! She’ll flip and if he can’t walk, how’s gonna do the shoot? We don’t have to get another model here in time.” Remele argues back as their head designer and studio manager ‘Rhakei Nadzas’ was in charge of the shows and was a no-nonsense woman.

“She’ll understand. We have a spare for this outfit, and we’ll get this one cleaned, but first things first we need to get him some first aid.” Broyna’s first priority was to make sure their model was okay.

Remele was still losing it, putting her hands in her hair. “But where are we gonna find someone 6 foot, and can fit into this outfit within the hour…”

Sam’s eyes were shifting between everyone as they argued, it’s then their eyes shifted up to Mallek. He was over 6ft, and his build was similar to Lanque, and without his glasses and a bit of touch up…

“Uh…” They raise their hands to get everyone’s attention. “Bit of a long shot but Mallek here could do it.”

“What?” Mallek, Broyna, and Remele say in unison at this suggestion.

Mallek chuckles nervously. “Oh no, no… I’m not a model I couldn’t possibly-”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Lanque says which was even more surprising to hear.

“Seriously? I just work here in the office, I don’t think I could-” Mallek is cut off as Remele suddenly approaches him, and pulls off his glasses, he blinks a few times adjusting, she then examines him cupping his chin and moving his head around.

“Long shot, but we don’t have much time.” Remele says. “Okay, I’ll take him to hair and makeup and get him fitted.” she says without letting Mallek get a word in, she pulls him along out of the office.

The next thing Mallek knew he was brought before Ms. Nadzas by Remele who gives her the rundown and after being ‘examined’ by her as well she gives it all clear. Mallek felt like he can’t say no in this situation and wanted to lend a hand since he could tell that Remele was both desperate and would want Sam’s head on a platter, and he wasn’t mad at his friend for suggesting him. He just wanted to be helpful and do whatever he could to make the situation easier for the company. They needed to get these photos done for the shoot by the end of the day, and only had an hour to get ready as other departments would need the camera and get to the photo ready. Plus it was just gonna be a one time thing after all...

…

How on earth did you feel yourself in this situation? That was the thought that was racing through your head. What chain of events led to you here. One minute you came into work, to handle some server issues, and sort out some files and orders for an upcoming show. Now here you are dressed in an all black suit, tight-fitted like you could see everything more or less. You had been given a touch up on makeup, and your hair had been slicked back. You were standing backstage, waiting for the shoot to begin. Yes, a fashion shoot.

You had to keep reminding yourself of that as this was really happening right now. To say that you were nervous would be a major understatement. This was a very extroverted activity you were about to engage in, which didn’t match with your introverted tendencies.

But it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

Just then you hear footsteps approaching from behind, you look behind you to see Rhakei, the tall jadeblood wearing a simple long dress, high heeled shoes, on her right arm was a wristband which flowers sewed into, and under her left arm was a clipboard with a bunch of documents, her hair is tied back into a ponytail. Before you can say anything she invades your personal space, and reaches up to your hair, fixing something by the expression on her.

Then she walks around you, you can feel her touch on your clothing, followed by the sound of her pen writing short notes on her clipboard. “Hmm. Very nice.” She says but you weren’t so sure if she was complimenting you or the material of the outfit, there was no in-between with her.

“You also clean up very well.” Okay, now you know that she was talking about the suit earlier.

“Thanks…”

“Alright, nothing too serious just a few photos in our three outfits along with the other model and that’s it.” She explains to you in a quick tone, as this was the first of three new outfits that you would be modeling for.

“O-okay. I understand…”

She must’ve caught the nervous tone in your voice because she looked at you directly but only for a moment her eyes returned to her clipboard. “Deep breaths, relax, this is just an only time thing. And no pressure we would be jumping down your throat or being hostile. You’re doing us a favor on the short notice and we appreciate it.” That was a very kind thing to come from her, considering that you had heard on many occasions her arguing with the head designer in his office, between raised voices and literal objects being thrown around.

Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

“You’ll be fine Mallek, just relax, and if you feel stuck or uncomfortable just let or the others know. And you won’t be alone out there either.” She reminds you as there would another model right beside you, and it was only gonna be a handful of people so it wouldn’t be too embarrassing.

“You ready?” Rhakei asks as you just nod.

She smiles faintly and leads out to the photoshoot. They're waiting for you was another troll, a bronze with antler horns, his eyes were shielded by sunglasses, he was wearing a completely different outfit. While you were in a suit, he was wearing a leather jacket, a long sleeved shirt, jeans and boots, and a pair of spiked cuffs.

“Alright boys, we’ll be doing a few photos for each outfit, a few poses, shouldn’t take too long.”

“Dammek, this is Mallek, he works in one of our offices and will be filling in for Lanque just for today. There was an incident earlier.” Rhakei casually explains to the other model, naming him ‘Dammek’.

“Alright, that’s fine. I’m cool with this.” Dammek responds in a nonchalant manner, it didn’t seem to bother him.

“Great, then let’s get started.” She says as the camera and lighting team sets up for the shoot…

“Okay, here we go…” You whisper to yourself under your breath.

…

Later on, after the photoshoot, Mallek is back in his normal clothes back at the office, he was a little exhausted leaning back into his chair. That was… Something. Miss Nadzas said that he was a real natural, he did well and even Dammek complimented him, it really boosted his confidence, and he ended up having fun with it too. It was very straightforward, the only hectic part was sudden outfit changes and his questions regarding how he should pose, and many other questions. But other than that, it went really well, Remele was happy that the outfit looked good in the photos, Lanque was grateful for his help, and both Broyna and Sam said he did a great job.

“Hey, dude!” He looks over to see Sam smiling, holding what was probably a peace offering, some fresh coffee, and something that smells really good.

“Just thought I would drop these off.” They place the items at your desk.

“Thanks.” Mallek smiles as he was in need of some fuel, opening the bag to see the contents, some slices of pizza.

“Sorry again for throwing ya under the bus like that, I hope you didn’t mind plus the photos looked really great.” Sam rubs the back of their head, it just happened.

“Don’t worry about it. At least this way you wouldn’t get murdered by Remele for the accident.” Mallek jokes at his friend’s expense as this would be a new thing to joke about.

Sam chuckles. “Y-yeah, she said that we’re even so that means I’m off her kill list. Just gotta be more careful in the future.”

“So whaddya think, you could definitely be a model on a regular basis, maybe do a fashion show.” Sam retorts as they had a new topic to tease Mallek with as well.

Mallek laughs. “Ha! Nope. My modeling career began and ended today, this was a one-time thing so Remele wouldn’t murder you and they could get the photos for the designs ready for the magazine.”

“If you say so dude, but you did look great out there.” Sam adds which does make Mallek smile.

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mad4marvelloki · 4 years

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Loki on lockdown

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2707

She sighed. The fifth week of quarantine had just ended and never in a million years had she thought she would miss work. She was lucky really that she would have a job to go back to but still the boredom was palpable.

She turned to the huge pile of DVDs next to her, the complete catalogue of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. She had watched the entire series three times now since lockdown but the films never failed to entertain her. Which to watch she mused. She reached for Avengers Assemble with a smile. It was one of her favourites because Loki was just so sexy in it. His long cape, leather outfit and slicked back hair never failed to make her drool. And when he talked - that rich, silky voice. It did things to her.

She got up and put the DVD in the player. As she settled back down on the sofa she mused aloud. ‘God how I wish he was real.’

‘Is that so, my pet.’ Said a silky voice.

She screamed shrilly and leapt off the sofa. ‘What the fuck!’

She whirled round to see the source of the voice – standing in all his 6ft 4 glory was Loki. A feeling of unreality washed over her. She could have sworn she was awake but she had to be dreaming. Desperately she pinched herself.

He chuckled sexily. ‘It’s not a dream.’

‘But how – this is madness!’ Weeks in isolation had clearly taken its toll on her. She was hallucinating. She couldn’t have wished for a better hallucination but not at the expense of her sanity.

His mouth quirked up at one side in a smile and he quickly closed the gap between them in two strides. She looked up into his beautiful green eyes. They were twinkling in amusement. Her eyes drifted to his lips. So soft. So kissable.

‘Is it madness? Is it?’ He said softly.

She laughed, remembering those lines from the first Thor film.

‘How is this possible?’ She asked breathily.

‘Desire is a powerful thing. And there is magic in the universe of which you are unaware.’

‘So, what are you doing here?’ Go with it, she thought. Who cares about sanity after all when looking into those eyes.

‘I’m here to fulfil your desires. Whatever they might be.’ His smile changed to a knowing grin.

Heat pooled between her legs. Oh my god. Sex with Loki.

‘I wouldn’t mind getting out of here but that’s not possible.’

‘Is it not?’

She sighed. ‘There’s the small matter of a pandemic sweeping the globe. We’re on lockdown. No going out unless for food or medication.’

He hummed. ‘We’ll see about that. How do you fancy taking a little trip off planet?’

Excitement coursed through her but reality quickly caught up.

‘I can’t go spreading this to other planets.’

‘What if you don’t have it?’

‘There’s no way of knowing without a test. And they’re in short supply.’

‘Are they?’

Out of nowhere he produced what looked like a test kit. She hadn’t seen one up close but that must have been what it was.

‘Loki, where did you get that? You shouldn’t –‘

He shushed her. ‘Open your mouth.’

Heat pooled even more in her core at the tone of his voice. She was throbbing now, feeling the beat of her heart in her swollen sex. She opened her mouth willingly, thinking it wasn’t the only thing she would like in her mouth today. She tried to keep a straight face as he popped it in.

After a few minutes he took it out. ‘There. Negative.’

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him…it was just that she didn’t trust him.

She took the kit from him and read through the instructions, looking at the test closely. He was right. She breathed a sigh of relief. In the back of her mind she had been worried she might have it. She had shown no symptoms but could have still been a carrier.

Loki grinned. ‘We’re going to need this.’ He said as he grabbed the blanket from the sofa. ‘Now take my hand.’

She looked at his hand and after a pause took it, marvelling at those long, sexy fingers. Her heart leapt when he twined is fingers with hers, his large hand dwarfing hers. She bit down a giggle. She hoped the rest of him was as big. Come on woman, she thought, get your mind out of the gutter!

He pulled her close, wrapping his other arm around her. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

There was a shimmer of green and she looked round in awe. They were in a field of pink flowers stretching as far as the eye could see. The delicate blooms nodded their heads in the gentle breeze. The sky overhead was beautiful, similar to Earths but a richer, deeper blue. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the three suns. She was definitely not on Earth anymore.

‘Where are we?’ She asked him.

‘Who cares.’ He stated simply, his mouth meeting hers in a passionate kiss. When his tongue probed gently at her lips she opened them, giving him access. His tongue explored her mouth and she moaned. He wound his hands into her hair, tugging a little just as she loved. How did he know? She was practically purring like a kitten.

After a moment she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She felt a hardness press against her belly. Oh my God, he was big. So big. And he wasn’t even free of his clothing yet. She was getting wet – wetter than she had ever been in her life.

Eventually they pulled apart, both panting. She had almost forgotten how to breathe.

He smiled at her, taking her breath away again at his beauty. His perfect porcelain skin and those glittering eyes. There was no mistaking the desire in them.

Her insecurity leapt to the foreground. ‘Are – are you sure you want me?’

‘Oh yes, my love. I have watched you from afar for a while and want nothing more than to ravish you. I want to see how many times I can make you cum. See how many times you will scream my name. Shall we find out?’

He grinned and tossed the blanket to the ground, and in a whirl of movement she was on her back, the weight of his body pressing into her. It felt wonderful, so natural, so right. His mouth was on hers again, the passion of his kiss searing. Instinctively her legs moved apart and wrapped themselves around him. She ground her hips against his, desperate for him. He moaned, grinding his hips against hers in response.

Suddenly his lips were gone and she no longer felt his weight on her. She made a grumbling noise and opened her eyes, only for them to widen. He was stripping off. Oh yes. Yes, this was quite wonderful.

She bit her lip and propped herself up onto her elbows, eagerly watching as he peeled off his clothing. The intricate armour fell to the floor, belts and buckles undoing at an amazing speed. Finally his chest was bare and she admired the smooth, well defined muscles. It was all she had dreamed of and more.

Her eyes watched hungrily as he took off his trousers. The irresistible v shape of a man’s lower abdomen was revealed. She followed the thin trail of dark hairs that ran downwards to… a truly huge bulge, barely restrained by his underwear.

‘Like what you see, pet?’ He said with a grin.

She gasped as he tossed his underwear aside. He was massive. Worry coursed through her. He might be too big.

‘Don’t worry pet, we’ll take this slow…until you’re used to me. Then…well we’ll see.’ He smirked. His eyes were full of promise.

‘But you’re far too dressed. Stand up.’

She got to her feet a little clumsily. Unlike when he had stripped himself he took his time with her. He lifted her top and ran his hands over her body. She jumped a little, the feel of his touch like electric. He chuckled as he pushed her top up and over her head. His eyes lit up when he saw her breasts.

‘Perfect. You are perfection kitten.’ He sank to his knees and kissed the swell of her breast. He looked up at her, his lips slightly parted, pupils blown wide with desire. He gestured to her bra.

‘May I?’

She fought down a grin. Of course he could, but she liked that he had asked. Her voice came out a little unsteadily.

‘Y-yes.’

He removed her bra deftly then his lips fastened onto one nipple, alternating between nibbling and sucking as one hand massaged the other breast, tweaking it until the nipple hardened.

Tingles of pleasure ran from her breasts to her groin and she groaned, fisting her hands in his silky dark hair.

He looked up at her, his beautiful eyes wide. He looked almost vulnerable for a moment.

‘If you want this, if you want me, tell me.’

She smiled, cupping his face in her hands. ‘I want you Loki, yes. Please don’t stop.’

He smiled triumphantly and his hand drifted downwards, cupping her core through the fabric of her jeans. She could just feel him, but she needed more. As if he had heard her his nimble fingers undid the button to her jeans and ran the zip down. She bit her lip in anticipation as he pulled her jeans down, those sexy fingers caressing her legs.

‘Step out of them for me, kitten.’

She obliged, resisting the urge to fling her underwear off too. Next thing his mouth was on hers again, kissing her softly as he lowered her gently to the blanket.

He trailed kisses down her again, looking up at her as he did.

‘You’re so beautiful love.’

She sighed when she felt his fingers caressing her through the thin fabric of her underwear. So close.

Finally a finger probed under the fabric and caressed her bare, very wet, skin.

His eyes met hers, amused and more than a little pleased. ‘Is all this for me? You’re practically dripping love.’

That voice. She bit her lip and nodded.

He grinned then his mouth was on hers again, kissing her passionately as he probed her, stroking her and spreading the wetness. She moaned into his mouth when he put pressure on her clit. She was burning for him now, her body crying out to be filled.

Finally he broke the kiss and propped himself up on one hand, the other guiding himself as he rubbed along her, teasing her entrance.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to have him inside of her, and she had to have him now. She bucked her hips up, trying to push him inside her.

He chuckled. ‘Impatient kitten. Very well.’

She groaned in pleasure when he finally sank his tip into her, filling her a little at a time, slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Her fear that he was too big was unfounded. He stretched her perfectly, the sensation of him filling her to the brim so good.

They groaned together when he slid the last few inches of himself inside and he was fully sheathed. His eyes met hers, the intensity in them surprising her.

‘You are so beautiful, love. You honour me greatly with your body.’

Gently he started to move. She felt pressure on her clit and the combination of that and being filled so perfectly was like no pleasure she had ever felt before. She was really having sex with Loki. And it was incredible.

He started to move faster, withdrawing more of himself then thrusting back in, hard. She cried out when he withdrew completely then plunged back into her, the force of his thrust making her head reel. At the same time he rubbed more on her clit and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She had to anchor herself to something. She wound her hands into the blanket, twisting it desperately in her fingers.

‘Oh no, my love.’ He said with a grin between moans. ‘Hold onto me. Mark me as yours.’

She nodded, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. She tried not to but she couldn’t help sinking her nails into his skin. He moaned, goaded on, his thrusts quickening as he worked his finger over her clit faster.

That did it. She cried out as her body started to shudder, waves of pleasure coursing through her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt herself tighten around him and he cried out in ecstasy as he filled her to the brim, his own body jerking. Where most mortal men would have stopped he carried on thrusting.

She looked at him wonderingly.

‘I’m not done with you yet kitten. Your poor human men do not have the stamina of a God. They do not have the ability to satisfy you like I can.’

She felt the pressure return to her clit. She couldn’t possibly come again so soon, yet she did. This time she screamed his name. He let her ride out her high then rubbed her clit furiously, pushing her to her third orgasm.

She lost count of the times she came. She was a writhing mess, capable of no more than moaning and screaming his name.

‘Are you spent, kitten?’ He asked eventually.

‘Urgh.’ She moaned.

He grinned. ‘I’ll take that as a yes’.

She felt him start to soften inside her. How could he stay hard for so long, she marvelled. He withdrew and peppered her body with kisses, finally wrapping her tightly in his arms.

He kissed her on the lips and she just had time to think about how good it felt to be in his arms before she fell asleep, exhausted but very satisfied.

She awoke gently, a cool breeze caressing her face. She opened her eyes groggily. Why was she outside? Her eyes slowly focused and she gazed with wonder at the man she was entwined with. He was still asleep, his dark eyelashes feathered against his porcelain skin. She would recognise him anywhere. Loki. Everything came back to her at once and she felt herself blushing furiously when she recalled him making her cum again and again, screaming his name.

The next thing she realised was they were both naked. She looked around, relieved to find there was no one in view. She relaxed and studied him, taking in his beauty. He was hers. A horrible thought struck her. For just how long was he hers though? Was this a one time thing?

Eventually he stirred, his beautiful green eyes meeting hers. He gave her a lazy, sexy smile.

‘Hello my love.’

‘Hi.’ She couldn’t help smiling in response.

‘Would you like to go home?’

She bit her lip. ‘Can we stay a bit longer? I’m not ready to go back to lockdown.’ Or say goodbye to you, she thought.

‘What’s wrong love?’

‘N-nothing.’ This was ridiculous, she could feel her eyes starting to water.

His face fell. ‘Love? What is it?’

‘Is this – is this a one- time thing?’ She blurted out, trying to force the tears back.

‘Oh darling.’

He stroked her hair, smoothing it down and behind her ear, his finger trailing down her cheek to rest on her lips. Her skin tingled where he touched her and she nestled into his touch.

‘This is no one-time thing, I swear to you. Your desire for me was simply magnetic, it drew me in. I hope you don’t find it…how would you Midgardians put it…creepy? I have studied you for a while, going from being fascinated by you to admiring you to...loving you. I could simply resist you no longer. I apologise unreservedly that I gave into my carnal desires before revealing myself to you. I just couldn’t help myself.’

‘Really?’ The tears were falling now, but happy ones.

‘Really.’

‘How long for though?’

‘For forever. Or as long as you’ll have me.’

She smiled. ‘Forever then.’

#loki #loki smut #tom hiddleston #marvel #mcu #avengers #thor

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browneyedhimbo · 4 years

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Together

Pairing: FinnPoe

Anon asked: heyyyy I dunno if you are taking requests rn and it’s fine if you’re not but i figured you would write this really well... so basically had this idea for a finnpoe fic where basically someone calls Finn a stormtrooper or something and Poe loses his shit and tries to fight them (or does you choose😉) and Finn has drag him away cause poe is really trying to end this dude and then when poe calms down he confesses? I’m sorry this is all over the place but it’s my first time doin a request😅

Warnings: language, very light angst if you squint, mentions of blood, mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested!! My requests are always open, though it does take me some time. I absolutely adored this idea and loved writing it! I’m going to be editing my tag lists soon so please let me know if you would like to be tagged in anything! 《MASTERLIST 》

“You’re an idiot.”

“Are not,” he scoffed

“And a scaredy cat.”

“No I’m not.”

“Why don’t you tell him then,” Rey smirked as her eyebrows raised, clearly enjoying this little banter.

“Because, you know...” his sentence trailed off as a hand went to rub the back of his neck.

“No I don’t know,” she smiled, a small chuckle escaping past her lips. Poe let out a long sigh before leaning against the door to his quarters.

“I just, he’s my best friend! And he probably, more than likely, doesn’t feel the same.” He grunted, kicking at the dirt.

“My point still stands,” he looked up, a tired yet curious expression on his face. She patted a hand on his shoulder, “You’re an idiot.”

“You’re no help, you know that.” He chuckled, turning his head to look at her, knowing she was completely right. He’s being a fool. He should just tell Finn how he feels but doubt and fear linger in the back of his head.

“Well, maybe all you need is a push.” She gave him one last smile as she turned around, heading to another part of the base.

He stood there, pondering over her words. What kind of push though? He groaned in frustration again before heading over to the mechanics area to work on his x-wing.

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“You and Commander Dameron are close,” one of the mechanics said as she was working on a droid.

“Yeah uh, you could say that.” He chuckled nervously.

“You like him don’t you.” She looked up, a soft gaze in her eyes.

“I put up with him, if that counts.” He shifted on his feet, not looking directly at her.

“Sure you do,” she clicked her tongue, looking back down at the droid. Finn’s brows furrowed; he licked his lips, curiosity filling him inside.

“And that means…” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she smiled sweetly at him. “It’s just,” she waved a wrench around, “you two seem like you’d make a cute couple is all,” she said nonchalantly. If Finn had water he would’ve choked. Couple? Sure he liked Poe, but being a couple never really crossed his mind.

“I uh -” A blush started creeping up his neck and to his cheeks. “I-I I mean-”

“Finn? Buddy, what are you doing here?” Poe cut him off, throwing an arm around his shoulder pulling him into a side hug.

“Just uh, chatting,” Finn looked at Poe briefly before dropping his gaze to the ground, his blush growing more intense.

“You okay?” Poe hummed, scanning his soft brown eyes over Finn’s facial features. “You look flush.” Concern washed over Poe and in an instant he removed his arm from Finn’s shoulder and pressed the back of his hand to Finn’s forehead. “Comin down with something? Need water? Maybe you should-”

“Poe,” Finn chuckled, “I’m fine. It’s just hot in here.” He shifted on his feet. Poe’s hand dropped from his forehead to his shoulder, just by his neck.

“Probably this jacket of yours then,” Poe chuckled as he tugged on the leather material.

“Yeah, probably.” Finn smiled, looking up at him. Your jacket, echoing in the back of his mind. Their eyes locked and Finn felt his heart leap from his chest. Poe’s gaze was soft yet concern still lingered. His eyes filled with adoration and his lips curved into a gentle smile.

Finn didn’t know it but Poe felt the exact same way. Looking into Finn’s eyes, Poe felt himself fall even more in love. Love? Poe licked his lips as he cleared his throat, his face suddenly feeling hot.

“I uh, I gotta go work on my uh, x-wing,” Poe stuttered, eyes never wavering from Finn’s.

“Y-yeah, I uh, got to um…” Both men chuckled nervously as they spun in a circle around each other.

“You’re going to the cantina later right?” Poe asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

“Oh, y-yeah yeah yeah. Uh, see you then Poe,” Finn waved, a goofy smile on his face. Poe nodded as he was walking backwards.

“See you later babe-BUD! Bud,” Poe flashed him a smile before turning around and started speed walking toward his x-wing. “Kriff, I hope he didn’t hear that.” he mumbled to himself.

Finn stared at Poe’s retreating form until he turned a corner and was out of sight. His face was still burning as was his shoulder where Poe had his hand. He sighed for the millionth time that day and looked at the mechanic, a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Told ya!” She winked and Finn couldn’t help but shake his head. Hands on his hips, he looked up at the ceiling, thoughts just racing around in his head, all revolving around a certain pilot.

“We’ll see about that,” he finally decided. He started walking out when she hollered three letters that made him pause.

“OTP!” He was definitely going to have to look that up later.

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“That should do it.” Throwing the wrench with a huff, Poe wiped a hand over his forehead leaving slight greece smudges. “What do you think beebs?” The droid beeped in approval before picking up the wrench and putting it in the toolbox.

“Cantina time, right?” He clapped his hands as he grabbed his jacket. Loud concerned beeping made him stop and look at the little white and orange droid. “What do you mean I look bad?” BB-8 shook its head.

“Buddy I’m - oh,” Poe looked down at his clothes, the white tank top and black pants were covered in oil. “Yeah I know, I need to change.” He chuckled, making his way towards his quarters, bb-8 following close to his side. “Yes, and take a shower.”

After getting ready and approval from BeeBee, Poe finally headed to the cantina. He felt his stomach churn as his heart thumped a little faster. It wasn’t a date but they were still hanging out, laughing together. Together. Oh how a word can break and mend his heart at once.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, Poe opened the door and was greeted with a slight crowd, everybody talking and laughing, arguing and drinking. Scanning the area, Poe couldn’t find Finn or the rest of his friends.

“There you are!” Rose grabbed his arm, “You’ve gotta do something!” Tugging him to a different part of the cantina, Poe was filled with confusion. It wasn’t until Rose pointed to a certain area that he felt his heart hammering away in his chest. “They’ve been at for like ten minutes. We tried shutting them up but they won’t listen.”

“Where’s Rey?”

“Said she’ll be here later.”

“What exactly happened?” Poe faced her, a serious expression on his face.

“At first we were having fun and talking, waiting for you and Rey when those guys showed up.” She started, jutting her chin in the direction where Finn and the three other men were at. “They seemed nice at first, had a decent conversation when they started picking on Finn for being quiet. I told them to shut up but Maker, they kept on going. They had just started teasing him about being a stormtrooper when I saw you walk in.” She finished with a huff.

Poe’s blood was boiling. Searing anger bubbling from the inside out, making him stare at the three dudes who were still teasing Finn. If looks could kill, they would be not 6ft, but 12ft under. His jaw was set, teeth clenched, and he felt his hands starting to shake. All he saw was red and he wanted to go in for the kill. Walking up to the group of four, Poe grabbed the nearest one and slammed him against the wall.

“So you think it’s funny to make fun of him huh?!” Poe’s eyes were like daggers, as his voice went deep and was void of emotion. “Think you talk shit about his past?” His fist collided with the guy’s jaw, a loud pop made the whole cantina turn to look at the scene; but Poe could care less.

He grabbed the same guy and punched his face again and again, efficiently breaking his nose. He raised his fist to land another blow when he felt someone grab it and wrap an arm around his waist.

“Poe stop!” Finn pleaded, trying to pull Poe off the guy.

“No, No! They each need an ass beating.” He snarled, “Or, or maybe...maybe I’ll just blast them with my x-wing a few times!” He struggled against Finn’s hold to lunge at the other two guys.

“Poe!” Finn held on tighter, like his life depended on it. Well, more like the other three guy’s.

Poe grunted as he tried to pry Finn’s arm from his waist but Finn wouldn’t let up. Poe turned his head to look at Finn and he felt all his anger dissipate. The cold look turned warm under Finn’s gaze and he huffed, falling limp; letting go of the struggle.

“Thank you.” Finn helped him stand, but Poe mistakenly looked at the three guys again and he felt his anger rise. Finn grabbed at his waist and shoulder before Poe could take a step.

“If I see you three ever again you’re dead.” Poe jabbed a finger in their direction before looking at Finn and giving a curt nod, silently telling him he was finished.

“I’ll clean up here, you two need to talk, now.” Rose said, pushing them towards the exit. They left and Finn guided them towards the tarmac, knowing Poe likes to look out at the stars as he cools down from a fight.

The whole way was quiet, neither saying what they really wanted to. Poe’s eyes were trained to the floor, not daring to look at Finn. He felt guilty, but he also felt something else. Something burning in his chest. He couldn’t really put his finger on it. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt them stop. Tentatively, he lifts his gaze up, looking at Finn who is already watching him.

Finn retracts his arm from around Poe’s waist and they both feel a little empty with the loss of contact. Finn swallows thickly and sighs, still not believing what just happened. Poe literally came out of nowhere and beat a guy to a pulp.

“Rose told me what happened, that’s why I uh, you know.” It was like he read his mind. Poe went to put his hands in his pant pockets but when the material rubbed on his right fist he felt a sharp pain shoot from his knuckles to the rest of his hand. A slight whimper escaped as he cupped it with his other hand.

“Dammit Dameron,” Finn whispered, reaching for Poe’s injured hand. “What would possess you to beat the life out of them?” He pressed the bottom of his shirt to Poe’s lightly bleeding fast bruising knuckles.

“You know what they said-”

“But that doesn’t mean you can kill them Poe.” Finn looked up from their hands to Poe’s face, guilt very evident across his beautiful features.

“I-” Poe started, he felt his throat closing in on him as tears started clouding his vision. “I-You, it’s just, ugh!” He pulled his hands away and started tugging at his curls. “You! It’s you! You’re fault,” he sighed in frustration. The words wouldn’t come out the way he wanted them too.

“My fault?! How the-”

“Not the fight, the feeling - THIS feeling,” he motioned towards his heart, his hand shaking rather violently. “That feeling. Whenever I see you, Finn, my heart feels like it’s going to kriffing explode! I can be down all day and then I see you, and you care and you want to help me.” He paused trying to get air into his lungs. He didn't even feel the tears falling down until Finn reached out and pressed a hand to his cheek, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing the tears away.

“When Rose said they were making fun of how you used to be a stormtrooper, I-I thought I was going to melt on the spot of how heated I got.” He cracked a smile, trying to conceal the aggravation he felt at the thought. “Finn, w-what I’m, you know, trying to uh to to say, is uh,” he tripped over his words and Finn had to bite his lip so as to not laugh at Poe’s new state of nervousness.

“You got it,” Finn encouraged, hand still pressed to Poe’s cheek, the other hand holding Poe’s injured one. There was a beat of silence. No one spoke, everything around them was quiet as they stared into each other's eyes, the stars above them illuminating them perfectly.

“I love you.” As soon as the words left him, Poe panicked. Scanning Finn’s face for any sign of disappointment or wariness, he was met with something completely different, something he wasn’t expecting. Finn had the brightest smile Poe’s ever seen, his eyes shone with pure awe and warmth, and the hand on his cheek moved to his neck.

“I know.” Finn winked at him and Poe felt his face get hot as his heart froze. “That’s a little taste of your own medicine you cocky bastard.” He laughed before bringing both his hands to cup Poe’s cheeks and bring him in for a long awaited kiss.

The kiss was soft and sweet. Both of them pouring all their emotions into it, all the love they felt for each other. Poe felt fireworks go off in his belly as he drowned himself in Finn’s smell, the way their lips curved perfectly against each other. Breaking apart for air, they leaned their foreheads together, bumping noses, little laughs turned into small pecks and their hearts soared high to the skies.

“I love you too, babe.” Finn chuckled, kissing the tip of Poe’s nose.

“So you did hear it,” Poe felt his face get hot of slight embarrassment and tucked his nose into Finn’s shoulder.

“Everybody heard it.” The mechanic from earlier stated making them jump. Both men looked over and saw she wasn’t standing alone, but with BB-8, Rose, and Rey. BeeeBee rolls up in between them and beeps, as if scolding Poe.

“What do you mean it’s about damn time?” He questioned the droid.

“It’s got a point,” Rey said, turning to the other three ladies, gaining an eruption of laughter from the whole group.

Poe looked at Finn who shook his head at them, a smile blossoming across his face. That laughter made his stomach do backflips and his heart throb in his chest, but now he didn’t have to hide it anymore. Their eyes met and he extended his uninjured hand, Finn gladly taking it, intertwining their fingers.

Finn glanced at Poe’s other hand, the blood dried and the bruise was getting worse. He gave Poe a look but the other man shook his head, tugging him close and pressing a kiss to his temple. A silent way of saying we’ll handle it tomorrow. A promise they’ll handle anything together now. As they always have.

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bnha-mcu-requests · 4 years

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Prompt #13

A villain kidnaps the hero’s sidekick only to find out they have been badly mistreated; the villain decides to take them under their wing.

‘What an extraordinarily shitty end to a shitty day’ Shouto thought to himself as he sat, arms aching and wrists sore from the pressure of the cuffs.

‘It wasn’t really the cuffs though’, he mused, remembering the harsh ‘training’ he had undergone that morning. His nerves twinged at the reminder of the strain they had been under.

Another minute crept by and Shouto sighed again, shifting slightly to lean more comfortably against the wall, rough surface cutting into the barely healed bruises on his back. He winced slightly before leaning into the pain, relishing in the stimulation to his otherwise numb body.

Outside the door, he could make out muffled laughs and shouting, celebrations no doubt, after all, they had just ‘acquired’ a useful asset.

Shouto couldn’t help the snort, as if he could be anything more than a burden to these people, no matter how rough his treatment, he would not be betraying – The door slid open with quiet hiss and if it weren’t for the overwhelming silence that followed it, Shouto was sure he would have missed it.

Silhouetted in the light of the doorway was a ma – boy. His hair barely contained by the beanie stuffed on top, and short stature enhanced by the two taller figures flanking his sides, just outside the threshold. He stumbled as one of the figures shoved him in, teetering precariously on his toes before somehow regaining his balance and glaring at the blond assailant.

No words were exchanged, just a flash of too sharp teeth from the red head before the door slid shut again, leaving Shouto with a kid as his only company.

Seconds ticked by before the celebrations picked back up outside the door and Shouto allowed himself to breath again, drawing the attention of the boy unto himself. He couldn’t help the annoyance that growled beneath his skin at the recognition in the viridian eyes as they appraised him.

“Holy shit! You’re Shoto! You’re Endeavor’s sidekick, right? Oh my God that must – “

‘Here it comes,’ Shouto thought, preparing himself for the spout of hero worship he was about to hear.

“- suck balls dude he’s a dick, no offense”

Shouto couldn’t have stopped the shocked snort even if he had wanted to. He turned wide eyes onto the boy, noting the sympathy and disgust that danced across freckled cheeks, amusement hinted at in glowing eyes, clearly finding Shouto’s disbelief humorous.

“Wha-what? What did you say?”

The boy quickly brought his hands up as if to appease Shouto, waving them as he stammered out a response.

“Nothing bad on you, honest. It’s just, he’s not really a hero, is he? I mean, causing death and destruction in the name of justice seems more like a twisted version of his own morals, y’know? And not to mention the amount of damage he causes during his fights. I mean, I know that in this society, there is gonna be collateral damage, but honestly, who’s taxes does he think are paying to have them fixed? Also, I heard that he is real dicksnort when it comes to his kids, Kaacchan was telling me about how he basically uses them...” His rant quickly devolved into passionate mumbling as his distaste for the ‘hero’ made itself known.

A small thump from Shouto leaning his head back to take it all brought him back from wherever the boy’s mind had taken him.

“But that’s not to say anything bad about you Mr Shoto sir! I think you’re a real hero! I’ve seen you limiting how much damage he does using your ice! And the way you swoop in and help protect civilians that have the misfortune of being in the ‘splash zone’ is super cool!”

Shouto could not believe his ears. This boy, he got it. After years and years of waiting for someone to notice how unsuitable Endeavor was, it’s a boy trapped in the same predicament that he was, who finally saw the truth.

“Who are you?” he managed to mutter, throat aching, bringing his attention to the fact that it had been a few hours since he last drank anything, and due to the extremes in temperature he held, his body compensated it through a need for regular hydration, less he begin to suffer from heatstroke or hypothermia.

“My name is Izuku Midoriya. It’s nice to meet you Mr Shoto!” The boy grinned, his smile lighting up the room, and Shouto briefly wondered if it had anything to do with the boy’s quirk.

“Just Shouto, Midoriya, you don’t need to add Mister. You don’t look that much younger than me anyway”

“Oh! I’m not younger than you, we’re the same age. I know I don’t look it, I’m too short to be 18 huh?” Izuku responded, not looking offended in the slightest, as though it was a common occurrence for him to be mistaken for someone much younger. Shouto could see why.

The boy was short. Not ‘could be mistaken for a garden gnome’ short, but he clearly didn’t hold a candle to Shouto’s 6ft, even sat down, the height difference was obvious. He had fluffy hair that shone a deep green when the light from the overhead lamp caught it and his freckled cheeks only added to the young face.

Despite the small frame, Midoriya didn’t look frail or thin, he in fact looked quite built, muscled but not overly so, reminding Shouto of a swimmer or runner, his lithe body giving away the hidden strength under the somewhat too big black t-shirt that read ‘formal attire’ in big bold letters.

His eyes were glowing with intelligence beyond his appearance though and his smile seemed just a little too sharp to fit the childish look. ‘Not young then, he doesn’t look young, just…unburdened’

As though Izuku could hear his thoughts, his grin grew in size, almost blinding his cell mate.

“Would you like me to take your cuffs off Shouto?” he asked, fingers twitching in his lap, as though he couldn’t wait to reach up and fiddle with the metal strips. Shouto couldn’t help the lick of hope in his stomach despite knowing Midoriya would not be able to remove them, quirk suppressing cuffs were also invulnerable to quirks from the outside as well.

He nodded, even so, only just hiding the small smile that pleaded to be free when he saw excitement bubble in wide, green eyes. He prepared himself for the disappointment that would inevitably follow the realisation that Midoriya could no-

The cuffs loosened and fell to the ground with an audible clunk. Unprepared for the sudden release in pressure and the reappearance of his quirk flowing through his veins, Shouto slumped to the floor with an oomf.

He looked up at the boy who was now leaning over him, mischief present in his eyes, making him look remarkably like an imp. He smirked, and Shouto noticed a red hair grip slotted between his teeth before Midoriya slipped it back into the mess of his hair, burying under the beanie, that by some miracle, hadn’t slipped off.

“How?” Midoriya brought a long finger up to his nose, and still grinning, tapped it twice.

“So Shouto,” Midoriya grunted out as he made himself comfortable, sat crisscross from the Todoroki, “Why are you here?”

Shouto pulled himself up to lean against the wall again, rubbing his sore wrists, not noticing as Izuku’s eyes flickered down to them, noting the strain bruises littering the inside of his arm with a note of disapproval.

Shouto didn’t know how long he sat and talked with Izuku Midoriya, but it didn’t seem to matter. The boy was interested and knew how to carry on the conversation effortlessly, his charm and wit making it easy for Shouto to talk. He nodded where needed and inserted his input and opinions whenever Shouto said something that made him think.

Thinking back, Shouto tried to remember the last time he had talked for so long with someone, so easily. He came up blank.

By the end of his story, Midoriya’s less than sunny opinion on the flaming landfill had dropped dramatically and his eyes visibly darkened whenever he was brought up. Shouto again, dismissed it as part of the boy’s quirk, a point that had yet to come up in conversation, despite him adding his thoughts and advice on Shouto’s own.

“Midoriya – “

“Just Izuku, if you will Shouto,”

“Izuku, what is your quirk? I noticed that you haven’t mentioned it and it would be useful for me to know if we plan on getting out of here together,”

Shouto couldn’t understand the shocked look on the boy’s face, “Together?” he asked quietly, as though the notion of them both escaping hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“Of course, together”, Shouto frowned as the boy’s face split into another grin before he proudly proclaimed to the quiet room’ “I’m quirkless!”.

Shouto’s face fell as he realised what this meant. Izuku’s face immediately became more closed off as he noticed the change in expression, “Is that an issue?” he asked, voice cold.

The young Todoroki couldn’t help the shiver as he rushed to fix the misunderstanding, “Not at all Izuku! I was just disappointed in myself for not being able to protect you from this, as a hero it’s my job to help others and I feel that, as you have ended up here despite it being my job to protect you, that I have failed. I’m no better than my father.”

A small, gentle smile fixed itself onto the boy who now sat next to Shouto. “I think you’re a much better hero than your father Shouto Todoroki, but the question is, do you really want to be a hero?”

Shouto looked up at the boy, confusion swimming in mismatched eyes. Question, clear on his lips as Izuku’s smile widened into a grin.

“It is my opinion that modern day heroes are a sham, they are merely poor imitations of the comic book superheroes that children idolise in their youth. Too many focus on public opinion rather than public safety, so many rush to attend fan signings rather than help those that they pass on the street every day. Heroes are a publicity stunt that is slowly choking the younger generation of quirk users, those with ‘villainous quirks’ disowned and isolated while those with flashy, powerful quirks are encouraged to step on those ‘lesser’ than them to achieve their heroic status”

“But- “

“How do you think those people treat the quirkless Todoroki?”

Shouto flinched at the use of his last name, recalling all the times his father had cursed the quirkless, often referring to them as cannon fodder, liabilities and wastes of space.

“Exactly. I know what your father thinks of people like me, but I also know that you don’t follow his thought process Shouto. I know that you’re different and I want your help to show others that we are not useless and that we are not to be used as steppingstones. I want someone like you who knows first-hand that just because society deems you a hero, does not make you a good human being. So many people have forgotten that these things can be mutually exclusive.”

Shouto’s head was reeling with all this new information. Gone was the small boy that Shouto had spoken with before, here stood a confident young man, eyes aflame with conviction, and a knowing smile, as though he knew that Shouto would agree with him.

He couldn’t help the traitorous sliver of excitement at the thought of Endeavor finally being exposed as the fraud and monster that he truly was, and Shouto shakily nodded and took Midoriya’s extended hand, knowing full well he had just signed his soul over to the devil.

Well, it that devil was Izuku Midoriya, then Shouto didn’t think it would be so bad.

“Now, I think it’s about time we left this icky room Shoucchan”

Shouto blinked, surprised at the sudden appearance of the nickname. He could only watch with growing trepidation as Izuku walked over to the door and gave six sharp knocks to the thick metal. Immediately, all noise from the outside disappeared and Shouto took a step back when the door opened, revealing the same two figures who had thrown Izuku in, grinning at the boy, a certain foreign fondness in their eyes that try as he might, Shouto could not recognise.

They quickly parted to allow Izuku through and Shouto followed with his eyes as the boy stepped into the well-lit room outside, filled with other teens and young adults that all grinned at Izuku before turning to face Shouto who stood, uncertain, in the cell.

Izuku turned to face him, a happy smile splitting his face.

“Kaacchan, Eicchan, show Shoucchan out, we’ll be in contact soon, so keep and eye on your phone!”

He then disappeared into the sea of people that suddenly swamped him and Shouto could barely process what had happened before he found himself outside in a familiar alleyway.

Night had long since fallen but Shouto was unable to fall asleep, his brain trying desperately to make sense of what had happened that day. When he had arrived home, he had given his father some bullshit excuse about having to help out the police with a small case, unable to understand why he hadn’t told him what had really happened.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table and looking at the message, Shouto was reminded why. He lay back down onto the bed, smiling at the ceiling and drifted off, dreaming of the endeavor-less world that he was sure Izuku would usher in.

“Goodnight Shoucchan. I hope you sleep well. You’re first step towards a brighter future begins tomorrow – Izuku”

Signing his soul off to the devil indeed.

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fanficsforpogchamps · 4 years

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|| It Goes Without Saying ||

Warnings: TW; blood, angst and character death (Not the ones you think though ;) )

It goes without saying that you weren’t supposed to have been there. Flowers which cascaded from your intertwined bodies left those who you had been travelling with increasingly horrified. Especially since they could hear your cries of pain.

Some info!

This is a gender neutral story, and the readers stand is called Flower of Life, the Egyptian Geometrical symbol for Life. It acts much like Purple Hermit as it is not personified. It looks like green tree roots that protrude from concrete and can attach onto enemy stands, covering them in moss to slow them and flowers to destabalise their joints which affects the user slightly too. Their weakness is that the user has to be around to use them, as it isn’t able to travel a wide distance, and when the wild nature is broken, the stand user gets affected by badly.

Italics is a flashback.

It wasn’t every day that you would be fighting an immortal vampire who could control time... You were supposed to be at home with a dumb book of Biology in your lap with Jotaro Kujo study teaching you and- hopefully- Kakyoin also with you two. But no, your presence was needed in the gorgeous city of Cairo, Egypt where the days were long but the nights lasted longer with th never ending golden lights, nearing the end of the 50 day trip. The blonde who you had to defeat was standing ever so peacefully a few feet away, gorgeous eyes staring into the depths of your soul almost challenging you- beckoning you with an invisible finger that threatened to break the pregnant silence that surrounded you both. Joseph and Jotaro were still looking for DIO and Kakyoin was, well, you had yet to see him make an appearance. A thick bulk of saliva slipped down your throat as not even the wind was caught between you two, almost seemingly cut off from the world in this silent studying of opponents.

“You know better than I do,” DIO finally spoke, hands curving up his body before resting behind his head against his neck, almost flaunting his muscled body in a pleasurable way to attract you, entice you, daring you to approach him. “That there is no plausible reason for you to risk your life and fight me. Your Stand Flower of Life has not got the possible strength or speed to match that of The World!” The vampire proudly cackled, a sneer tight on his lips as the words he just spoke spun around your empty head. “I know-” came your reply with the shaking hands that held fate itself, your mind floating from the adrenaline which pumped thickly through your veins. “Which is why I’m going to kill you before you can even lay a hand on me,” With such a bold statement DIO could have laughed you off as delusional from Steely Dan, or D’Arby- or whoever you faced in his mansion but from the confidence that radiated your being he decided to take the challenge. “Well then... I must see for myself if your prophecy of you killing me before the first hit comes true,”

The dust hadn’t even settled yet before you flung yourself backwards, The Worlds fists landing in the space you had been before charging you again, seemingly effortlessly chasing you down every step you make. Flower Of Life crept up your shoulder, the collection of Vines Moss and Flowers ready to swing you from disaster if needs be. Time was of the essence, as you just needed to hold out, hold out until-

“Good morning sleepy head,” A loud voice had rattled your brain awake from the almost dream like state you were in. You foggily remember the previous day, how you collapsed in bed after dinner from the school day previously. “Hello mother,” Came your soft voice followed by a yawn that went through your body like a foghorn before popping those pleasing joints of aches and stiffness from lying in a singular position for one night. The sun was hidden away this early morning by dull, grey clouds, and the cold air that wafted in rattled through your bones. “You’ll be late for school if you have a full on breakfast, get into your uniform and make sure you grab something before you go!” You nodded and arose from your Futon to gaze into the mirror at your rugged state- hair pointing everywhere and dark bags under eyes. It wasn’t until your mother left did you actually remember the day before, and all the homework and assignments that were left to complete. ‘Being 17 is not easy’ you musde before trudging to the bathroom to complete your morning routine of cleaning, seeing as you smelt disgusting.

With your uniform now put on you slid open your door and walked through, your mother having already packed a small lunch for you in your bag. “See you later mother,”. The walk to your school was the regular filled with greetings from your fellow students. But the one that seemed to catch your eye was Jotaro Kujo, the hunky bad boy who only wanted the best for himself. The girls following him kept touching him, grabbing him and more- clearly pissed off or unbothered was what his face read and it was exactly what you found hilarious so you picked up the pace so that you were then arm to arm. You were a solid head or so smaller than him, head only just reaching that prominent, sharp jaw. “Good morning Jotaro,” you spoke with a grin as your pace slowed down so that you could talk to him normally, ignoring the disgusted looks from the girls behind you. “Hmm,” Jotaro hummed, acknowledging your presence by looking down at you for a brief second before returning his eyes to the path before him. “Do not forget we have Biology today, you have your books? We also have two maths, one in the morning then one after lunch, make sure you’re ready for them,” And that was the idol chat you had with him, keeping their air filled with chat so the fangirls following him were drowned out with the constant flow of your voice and his occasional answers or grunts to show he had heard what you said. It wasn’t until you got to the steps did you notice anything weird. The black haired boy started walking down them with you close behind when he suddenly fell- went crashing down upon the steps made of stone which caused a huge reaction from the women who had insisted on following him every day. You were the first one down there out of all of them however, hopping down two steps at a time before fucking the last 5 steps and just jumping before rushing to Jotaros side.

“Dude what the fuck? If that branch hadn’t been there you would have been hurt worse!” You stated, holding out your hand to help the 6ft 5 man up. It was a bit of a struggle but you got him to his feet just barely because of the cut on his leg and so you began brushing his coat off when softer footsteps filled the air. Your eyes caught sight of a cherry haired fellow in a green uniform walking over just behind Jotaros shoulder. “You.. seem to have cut your left leg,” My god if looks could kill the red headed boy would be six foot under by now from the intense glare Jotaro was giving him. He held out his hand which had a small handkerchief, white with green triangles around the surrounding edges on it, to Jotaro “You should use this handkerchief as an emergency binding... Are you alright?” The taller of the two seemed a bit skeptical, and you could tell why- he showed up out of nowhere... so calm and collected? “Yeah, it’s just a scratch,” Your friend replied, taking the handkerchief and watching as he turned and began walking off.

Only for Jotaro to call him back with a “Hold it-” ‘Jesus Jotaro let him go, I’ve got a bad feeling about this’ you thought to yourself, hands wrapped tightly around your midsection in hopes the sudden chill you gained was just from the nippy and breezy air of the cold morning. “Thanks. I haven’t seen you around before... Do you go to our school?” He asked, and you could almost tell he was wishing to investigate, and with a quick side glance to you, he carried on. Oh wow so you do care? Amazing- “I’m Noriaki Kakyoin. I just transferred here yesterday, nice to meet you,” Kakyoin spoke, and you couldn’t help but stare at the cherry like earrings he was wearing- a pair that hung to his sharp jawline (Seriously, why does everyone have sharp as heck jawlines?). This new boy was clearly a fan of cherries. And with that he was off, and the bickering of the JoJo fangirls was drowned out with your worries of... who he was. The stare from this guy was unbelievably bone chilling, shaking you to your core. “Let’s go,” The Kujo son spoke to you, and was off without waiting up. “Oi- JOJO!”

With eyes trained like a hawk you watched the outside of the school grounds, spotting a few animals running through the bushes, and the group of slackers who decided it would be more fun to relax and bask in the late morning sun which shone bright upon the school, almost smiling even with its glory. Even the sky was clear of clouds unlike this morning where it was dark, gloomy and unwelcoming. Speaking of unwelcoming, that Kakyoin boy was nowhere to be seen, even when you asked of some of your classmates they seemed to have no idea who you was talking about, asking if it was your wild imagination running circles again, like that time you told them you grew a flower from your palm... that time you certainly wasn’t lying. You glanced at the clock before scoffing and rolling your (eye colour) eyes at JoJo, who seemed to not be back or much rather slacking, in the medical room. “(L/N), Kujo seems to have been gone for a while,” Your Maths teacher spoke up, and almost like they read your mind you rose from your seat, grabbed your bag and leaving the room hastily to find where your lazy friend was and after a few minutes of wandering... you finally began to make your way to the medical office. “Oooh- Joootaroo-Kuuuuuun,” The echo of your voice fell upon deaf ears in the hallway you passed, each door was closed due to teachers obviously teaching right now, and you saw the symbol above the door, finally! Without a care in the world you placed a hand against the door frame and spoke in clearly too loud of a voice- “Jooootaroooo! You’re not slacking are y-”

The sight you saw was horrific, and made bile rise in the back of your throat. The medical woman; A lovely girl, so soft and gentle, was battered beyond compare with blood cascaded around her body like a puddle of rain, while two of your classmates were laying headless both upon the floor and the medical bed. The room was a state, cabinets and files strewn around and blood could have covered every inch of the floor. In the sunlight however, you saw a horrifying sight. A large, emerald snake like body shimmering in the sun rays and behind it stood Kakyoin looking rather pleased you had shown up. “Aahhh... Your chaperone has arrived Jotaro, should we dispose of them as well?” The green maniac cackled, fingers wrapped around the thin wires of a mannequin doll, puppet really; but you could barely see, as the snake like tail of this thing was wrapped around the throat of Jotaro... Well a larger, purple, very bulk and almost nude Jotaro. “You- I-” You spotted Jotaro, teeth gritted in an almost snarl like a vicious predator when challenged, but even with that facade it was easy to see he was struggling, knees buckling under pressure.

Without thinking you acted out, branches made of wood shot from your sleeve as anger boiled in you. Not for Jotaro- oh no- But for the three bystanders who clearly weren’t able to protect themselves. The green wooden roots spashed out like wildfire, quickly encasing the bejeweled being that held Jotaros man like a ragdoll, moss quickly encasing its body and flowers sprouting from its hands, elbows and neck. It seemed to affect Kakyoin as well, as he struggled to breathe from the flowers around his neck and in turn let Jotaro go, his eyes now bloodshot and wide. It didn’t take much of a struggle to get Noriaki out of it, eyes now closed as he rested against the windowsill, passed out from the choking. “His Heirophant Green is gone as well...” Jotaro struggled to get up, stumbling slightly before regaining posture and stepping over the bloody pools and bodies. “Which means I’m taking him...” Before Jotaro could even finish his sentence, a floral scent hit his nose and he turned to you, eyebrows furrowing as you looked at his nearly destroyed body with amusement. “No you’re not. Now sleep... You’ll be more peaceful when you awake,”

Within the few moments of The Worlds fists whizzing past you, your mind had already reminded you of when you first met everyone. Kakyoin, Joseph, Avdol, Polnareff... Iggy. You didn’t know if the latter 3 were alive- but the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach didn’t help the constant anxiety that refused to simmer and the thumping headache that began to form behind your brows and temples. “Come on now (Y/N)! Where’s my challenge?!” DIO taunted, eyes wide with a crazed hunger that of a psychopath. You couldn’t help but smile, as you knew that Jotaro would not be able to defeat DIO as he is. He is too strong, too quick and far too determined for revenge on the Joestar bloodline that he didn’t care who died in the process- that includes you. He was left too late, allowed time to form and gather strength, and now- was almost unstoppable. A million and one thoughts ran through that pretty mind of yours as you used Flower of Life to shoot out a thick branch of wood to a windows sign and pull yourself up to avoid The World. “Im not even using my abilities! That’s how pathetic you really are!,” He boasted, trying to get a reaction as he gazed up upon your thinking form. Every thought you had kept whizzing by, plans of how to defeat him were out of the question, and so was how to escape him. The only structural plan you had now was to outlive him until JoJo comes... or maybe, just maybe.

You knew the plan was outrageous... suicidal actually. You had just enough stamina left in you for one final trick.. one final hurrah that would take DIO along with you. It was a heroically stupid plan, and you couldn’t help but chuckled aloud to yourself as the strategies began flying past you. ‘To the left? No that’s too obvious, as is from the right. I can’t go below because it would be too suspicious and not from above because- well- he would see it coming. Before your very eyes you could see the patterns of which way to jump, which path to take and which not to, and you made a solid decision from the most unlikely one, the one that would surprise him completely.

You what?

“Hold on- Jotaro you was in JAIL YESTERDAY?” Jotaro had to cover his ears as you yelled out, punching the mans upper arm as he arose from his futon. “Yare Yare Daze...” The Kujo son muttered, sleepily glaring at you before raising a hand to cover his eyes from the blinding sun. Damn, why was it so bright? Cant he just get some sleep? “Don’t you Yare Yare Daze me! I’ll beat the shit out of you what was you thinking! You idiot! You absolutely buffoon!” It was almost like a banshee has been let loose, and the JoJo could have laughed at that thought but shut it down as he knew you was only caring for him. “you’ll give me a heart attack Jotaro, really you will. and I’m only 17!” “Jeez, are you growing grey hairs too? You’re starting to look like the old man-” “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Jotaro growled as his friend raised a fist to hit him but stopped as his sliding door was opened by the old man and the Avdol guy. “You lot having a lovers quarrel?” Joseph asked with a sly smirk that made Jotaro tense himself up, cheeks flushing a soft pink as he glanced over to you, who seemingly started chuckling. “No no, just berating the boy on his poor life choices, Really-” And thats how you, (Y/N) (L/N) met Joseph Joestar, who you later found out was Jotaros grandad.

“You’re looking good for your age,” You spoke softly, making Jotaros eye twitch as his Stand was retrieving the fleshbud from Kakyoin. “No really, you can tell you’re older than 50, yet you have the body of a 20 year old body builder,” Jotaro nearly messed up, yanking the last end of the Flesh bud out, before tossing it and Hermit Purple destroying it. “T-Thank you (L/N),” Joseph blushed awkwardly, but smiled back at them “Oh it’s alright to call me (Y/N),” You spoke, and Jotaro nearly looked over until he spotted his mother giving a cheeky smile, and he just sat back down with a huff. Everything was well from there, and (Y/N) went home for the night, having to explain to their mother about what had happened that day, and luckily getting the day off ( (Y/N) explained over the phone to Jotaro happily as they were getting undressed for bed).

“Wait you’re leaving?” (Y/N) eyes widened at the statement as she saw Jotaro Kujo and the three other men she met just yesterday begin climbing on the bus. “Yeah. Turns out my mother has a Stand, and we need to go kill this guy to save her...” He stopped, bag slung over his shoulder almost nonchalantly as you eyed his body, refusing to look up at him for fear of crying. “I promise I’ll come back. It’ll only be 50 days, so study and take notes for me,” The rock of a human did not hesitate as he raised a hand a placed it in his friends (Hair Length) (Hair Colour) locks, and felt their arms wrap securely around his midsection. “Ill mk brns,” came a soft muffle from his chest, and Jotaro had to check for the three other men before pulling away and letting a chuckle rummble through his chest “What was that?” “I’ll make brownies for when you get back, your favourite remember? Strawberry jam brownies... soft on the inside and solid on the outside,” There it was, the one statement that made Jotaro Kujo; the 17 year old hardass student; almost hesitate to get on the bus, watching his friend of 15 years stand at the shelter as the rain began pattering on the windows and the day becoming more bleak and dreary the further Kujo got from (Y/N). Tears were clearly welling in their eyes as the bus pulled off, and Jotaro could make out their form curling into a ball, crouching as they drew their chest into their knees for some sign of comfort, anything to warm themselves in this windy, uncomfortable morning.

“Wouldn’t (L/N) be useful? You saw their stand as they slept. The flowers bloomed so freely, and how they were able to carry Jotaro AND Kakyoin back to Miss Kujos house so easily, almost like they weighed nothing short of a feather-” Avdol tried to reason, arms crossed as he hung his head and waiting for his friends reply. “Jotaro knows this but you saw how emotional they were. That type of person would only drag us down is worse comes to shove. No offence of course-”

“Everybody wants to go to Heaven DIO. But nobody wants to die...” You spoke, managing to balance yourself as you stood on the pole, bare arms crossed as your sleeveless jacket blew by your legs. “But I can’t fear death no longer... I’ve tried death a thousand times, how afraid are you?” You asked, and DIO simply stared, nearly snorting with laughter at how your body betrayed your words. Your shoulders were shaking- and not from the cold mind you. Your lips were trembling, but what truly haunted DIO was how soulless but emotional your (eye colour) eyes were. Almost filled to the brim with determination to get your job done, and since he was connected to Joseph and Jotaro, he knew exactly what you was like. You was emotional, but rational. You’d never take a risky option- but all of that was about to go out the window as you surprised him one last time. You jumped. With ears ringing and head thumping you threw luck out the metaphorical window in hopes that DIO would not just use The Worlds time stop ability and shift out of the way.

This was not any ordinary jump DIO thought to himself as he saw the trajectory that you were heading for. You pushed yourself forwards, launching towards his chest, palms flat out. You were pressed firmly against his hips, feet hooking underneath the middle back of his thighs and tightening so he couldnt move as he was planted so far into the ground that you could hear the audible ‘thump’ from the backside of his skull as it connected with the hard Egyptian floor, your hands now sliding upwards so that they were firmly placed against his jaw to cup either side. The blonde opened his mouth and barely got far enough before a petal fell from his mouth, coughs rising from his throat as the feeling of something lodged didn’t leave. “Checkmate DIO,” Ahhh.. that was it, he knew could tell from the way your chest rose and fell with a few second interval that you was on your last running legs- and so he thought this would be easy. All he had to do was get up and- As DIO tried to rise he realized more than just you was restraining him, as there was multiple branches that broke the sanded floor of Cairo to trap him, thick enough to cause a trouble, and too many that they rose to his shoulders. “Let go of me this inst-” “Heavens full and hell wont have us...wont you make some room in your bed?” You asked so freakishly quiet, hair framing your face as you looked down to DIO with (eye colour) eyes filled to the brim with tears. “DIO, im just a would have been, could have been, should have been, never was and never ever will be- I’m not as strong as the others, but I’ll be damned if my emotionally decisions didn’t save everyone,” As blood began to splutter and pool in his mouth, you relished in the fact that your last interactions with the gang were love filled, your hand gracing everyones form as you wished them well. You have a loving scratch to Iggy behind his ear, a soft and gentle brush on Polnareff and Josephs shoulder, a gracious hug to Avdol and Kakyoin... and a soft smile and a touch of cheeks with Jotaro. The forming of petals upon your cheek didnt steer your gaze away from the intense blue orbs of DIO, moss beginning to cover his face as a tear slid down your cheek. “You’re dying too, dear,” DIO stated, a small smile played on his lips as you saw the compassion behind his eyes. “And I think this death is gracious,” There it was.

The elegance and gracious placing of his words that made you throw your head back, looking like your world was filled with ecstasy and pleasure, as more tears rolled down your cheeks. Grass and buttercups began to grow from beneath you two, small field flowers sprouted from your feet and knuckles, as you willed it to continue. DIOs mouth was now full of blood, and petals rose to the top and spilt out against his paling skin as you knew the branches had crushed his lungs, as they would to you soon. “Jotaro-” You cried out, chest wrecked with flowers and petals as a few began to fall from your tongue onto the blond vampires chest, nearly blending in if not for the purple hue given off by the light of streetlamps and buildings where families lay unconscious of what was happening overtime.

Your hood proved to be useful in your time of need, as you began to walk towards the airport- the conversation your mother spoke with you ringing in the back of your mind. “Love, this Stand of yours is powerful and Jotaro has been your best friend for 15 years. He’ll need your support. So I called the airport and they have said that there is a few spots left on the plane theyre getting on to Egypt, so hurry up!” She was a sweetheart, eyes as dark as a nightsky and (Hair colour) locks that fell down to her shoulders, undercut visible when she tied it into a bun. You packed a few clothes, pyjamas and underwear mainly, and threw on a simple vest top, an almost dad like opened button up shirt and a pair of jeans and trainers. With your bag flung over your shoulder your ran off, thanking her and waving goodbye before getting on the next bus to the airport.

You needed to pull the hooded coat from your bag along with the printed tickets as you approached the desk, the sight of a black coat disappearing to the boarding hallway made your anxiety rise and bubble- but it had to wait as you got you bag scanned and your ticket checked. “Have a nice flight Miss (L/N),” You could clearly see Jotaro and Kakyoins forms ahead, Joseph and Avdol gone beforr them clearly to get their seats, and you were just a few people behind, so when you were greeted by the plane attendees and Josephs head turned at the mention of your name, you ducked and quickly found your seat, an aisle seat. Letting out a breath of air you had unconsciously held before leaning into the plump cushions of the plane which allowed for sleep to capture you as soon as you took off. What you didn't expect was how quickly chaos happened, your form waking up as the intrusion of noise which disrupted the dream you had carried on. “This is an enemy stand!” Kakyoin hissed, Heirophant Green trying to capture what seemed to be a spec of dust, but upon further investigation (AKA you hearing it), it turns out to be a flying beetle, and the small voice was almost as ear splitting as the buzzing of its Wings now that noise was truly piercing. “Shit I can’t get it!” Noriaki exclaimed, pulling Heirophant Green and dodging the Stands advances . ‘But I can’ you thought, and allowed a small, scented pink flower to grow from next to your foot. The smell caught the beetles attention, and turned its attention towards the newly bloomed flower which grew from the floor. With your hood tilted down it seemed like you was another ordinary sleeping passenger, and the Stardust Crusaders refused to move as to not aggrivatr another assault as the Stand made its way over to you and perching upon the flower, curious as to where it came from. “This flower must be from a-” “A stand user?” You smirked, arm quickly reaching out and pinching its wings in place, before drawing it up to your face with deep concentration to examine it. “Well that’s me dipshit,” A swell of excitement rose from your chest and you grinned viciously, teeth baring as if to challenge it. “What you gunna do? Stab my tongue? If you can reach it-”

That was your first true enemy stand fight. Thinking back passed the time, and allowed for moss to gross on your shoulders, arms, back, face and legs, the nature emerging randomly but looking as if you have been there for decades, it creating an almost dated look of your bodies. How horrifically loving, two bodies intertwined till the end of time. You were too lost in your thoughts, drifting away with the nonexistent faeries to notice the bodies that stumbled upon you. Too deaf to hear Jotaro cry out your name and shocking those with him with the amount of emotion he showed, but even though flowers sprouted and invaded your vision you could still see Jotaro. Your Jotaro. His pained expression, his unshed tears and poorly timed handsome face grow closer as you rest there, body starting to feel weightless. “Jotaro...kun...” The JoJo skidded on his knees to get closer to you, no longer giving a fuck about what type of person he looked like seeing as he was so close to losing you. “(Y/N), come on, DIOs dead-

I can’t Jotaro,” those were words upon deafened ears, as Polnareff, Joseph and Kakyoin crouched besides you as well, looking like mourning bystanders who already accepted your fate when they saw you resting amongst DIOs beautified corpse, and although the short amount of time you all spent together it still felt as if your lives had been brought to each other decades ago. “I can’t move... but I feel so warm. Like-” You became breathless, water now flowing freely from your eyes even if you weren’t crying- almost like a constant flowing stream passing by a calm field. “Brownies... Jotaro-kun,” You gasped out before hacking up more petals and blood than before, eyes drowsily blinking. By this point the Joestar wasn’t even crying, his head hung low so that his cap overshadowed him, emotions becoming too much for him to handle, becoming second hand embarrassed, becoming- Becoming human. “Yare Yare Daze, don’t make me scold you, Jotaro,” You chuckled, before feeling the moss start to spread across your cheeks, the appearance of wood traveling your body until you felt rock solid. “Tell your mother I said Hi- Jotaroooo-Kun~”

It goes without saying that your presence in the Stardust Crusader crew would be missed, with even Avdol sharing a few tears whenever he passed your grave, new flowers sprouting there every day replacing the old ones. Jotaro visited after school every Thursday with your mother, as it was the day you ventured with them, and he would polish and wipe your tombstone to rid of the vines, moss and ivy that seemingly decorated itself so carefree like across your resting place, and he hoped that wherever you are now, is peaceful and filled with serenity, that those who greeted you up there were as forgiving as you were with them.

It goes without saying you was the most gorgeous flower to ever bloom within their hearts and minds, giving them calm thoughts and forever loving hearts. The flower that bloomed outside Jotaros room was a gorgeous (hair colour) colour, ends dipped in a dark purple hue. It reminded him of you.

#anime #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #jotaro joestar #self insert #dio brando #fanfiction #i wanna cry #i am crying #someone get me some tissues

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Monday Night Raw

24.06.19

Mohegan Sun Arena, Connecticut

Huge pyros explode and fill the air as Monday Night Raw begins! The camera pans round, showing a sold-out crowd in attendance, with not a spare seat in the house. The King and Corey Graves are waiting in the ring with microphones in their hands.

The King and Corey Graves are waiting in the ring with microphones in their hands.

Corey Graves: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome…to Monday Night Raw! Now, don’t worry, we’re not going to take up too much of your time this evening, but if you bear with us, I think you’ll like what we have to say. For you see, we have an announcement to make, an announcement that will shape Monday Night Raw for the next four weeks and the upcoming pay-per-view on Sunday 28th June. And, for this particular announcement, I can think of no one better than my very own broadcast partner…Jerry “The King” Lawler!

The King: Thanks Corey. And you’re absolutely right, because it is my honour and my privilege to announce that starting this very evening and culminating at the June PPV…it’s the return of the King of the Ring!

The crowd cheers enthusiastically at the announcement.

Corey: 16 men have been notified over the week of their invitation to participate, and I am please to announce all 16 accepted without the slightest hesitation! So, if you will all kindly direct your attention to the Titan Tron, the King and I can now reveal the 16 men entering into the tournament, and the first round matches.

The bracket for the King of the Ring tournament 2019 is displayed on the Titan Tron

The King: 16 men will enter, and 1 man will win the tournament, and for that man, the prize is simple…a championship shot against the champion of his choosing!

Corey: So there you have it folks! Good luck to all the competitors! Let the tournament…begin!

We go to a commercial break, and when we return, we have a referee in the ring, and we’re ready for our first match of the evening and the King of the Ring tournament! Kevin Owens’ music hits and slowly he saunters down the ramp. Initial boos only grow louder as Owens ignores the nearby fans on the walkway as they attempt to high five or fist bump with him. He approaches the ring and slides in nonchalantly as the ring announcer introduces him.

Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first qualifying match in the King of the Ring tournament. Introducing first, from Marieville Quebec, Canada, standing 6ft tall and weighing in at 266lbs…Kevin Owens!

Owens doesn’t react to his name being called out, or the boos that accompanying them, instead choosing not to waste precious energy and he waits patiently for his opponent in the corner of the ring. He won’t have to wait long, as the Velveteen Dream’s theme hits, and the most charismatic, enigmatic superstar today makes his way to the ring to loud applause. The Velveteen Dream slides smoothly into the ring and walks straight into Owens’ face, forcing the referee to separate them

Justin Roberts: And his opponent…from Capitol Hill, Washington D.C…standing 6ft 2” tall and weighing in at 227lbs…The Velveteen Dream!

The crowd cheers in appreciation as the Velveteen dream poses in exaggerated fashion, drinking in both the applause and the sound of his name being called for thousands to hear. The Velveteen Dream doesn’t have long to savour the moment before the ref rings the bell, and this match is officially under way!

The Velveteen Dream and Kevin Owens circle each other for a moment, eyeing each other eagerly, before both of them charged forward simultaneously and locked horns like two deer fighting in the wilderness. To Owens great surprise, he is quickly overpowered by the Dream and his shoulders are forced back to the floor. The referee slides to the mat and counts. 1…2…Owens just manages to get the shoulder up, but you can see his early confidence is rocked. Owens manages to force the action back to the feet and whips the Velveteen Dream into the ropes. KO bends over in anticipation for a back body drop, but he shows his hand too early, and the Velveteen Dream greets Owens with a stiff kick to the face that stands Owens upright only for a moment, before a massive drop kick from the Velveteen Dream knocks him to the floor! Reeling, Owens rolls to the outside, hoping to catch a breather and stop the momentum building in the favour of his opponent. He has to turn around quickly however, for the Velveteen Dream dashes against the rope and looks like he’s about to go for a suicide dive over the ropes. Owens manages to thrown himself out of harms way, but the Velveteen Dream is one step ahead of of Owens.

Instead of leaping out of the ring and crashing onto the thin floor mats some 10 ft down below, he redirects himself at the last moment, instead hopping up on the turnbuckle, throwing a hand in the air and posing instead!

The King: Classic Velveteen Dream right there!

The moment is short lived however, for Owens is quickly back in the ring, and by the Velveteen Dream is finished with his pose and jumps back down, KO is there to capitalise with a stick kick to the mid section and a clothesline that knocks the Velveteen Dream to his back. Owens is quick to continue the assault, first with stomps to his grounded opponent, and then with a nasty seated senton that drives all of the wind right out of the Velveteen Dream’s lungs. A quick pin attempt from Owens is kicked out of, followed by more stomps in frustration.

KO drags his opponent across the ring, until the Velveteen Dream is sat on his backside against the turnbuckle. Owens turns around, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, spins around once more, runs and the Velveteen Dream with full speed, and nails him with a cannonball! Corey: Did you just see that! That must be what getting hit by a truck feels like!

Owens drags his man away from the ropes and goes for another pin. Dream gets the shoulder up at two and a half and stays in the contest. KO picks his man up by the scruff off his hair, but he’s only on his feet again for a moment before a big scoop slam from Owens puts him back down once more.

KO doesn’t go for the pin this time, instead he stomps over his fallen opponent, climbs out through the ring ropes and ascends the turn buckles. Owens is a little shaky on his feet and somewhat out of his element perched on the top turnbuckle, but he steadies himself, and launches with a gigantic frog splash!

The Velveteen Dream moves out of the way just in the nick of time, and Kevin Owens comes crashing down with only the unforgiving canvas of the ring to welcome him back to earth. He rolls in pain, clutching tenderly at his stomach, all the while giving the Velveteen Dream time to recover.

Dream uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and Owens staggers to his feet. KO launches with a clothesline, but it’s ducked by the Velveteen dream, who keeps moving, climbs up the turnbuckles as quick as a cat and nails Owens with a massive double axe handle of the second rope.

The Dream doesn’t go for the cover, instead he takes a moment to get his breath back and assess the situation. Owens starts to recover and stir on the ground, and the Velveteen Dream helps him back to his feet, only to nail him with a Dream Valley Driver! Owens lands heavily on his neck with a sick crunch, and the Dream goes for the cover. 1…2…Owens kicks out!

Velveteen Dream wastes no time, his second wind fully gathered now, and plants Owens down with a stiff scoop slam of his own. It’s the Velveteen Dream’s turn to go high risk now, but his long legs and athletic background means the Dream ascends the turn buckles in a flash, a with a quick point to the sky in homage to the late Macho Man Randy Savage, the Velveteen Dream leaps halfway across the ring and delivers the purple rain maker! 1…2…2 ¾ , but Owens just manages to get a shoulder up at the very last second!

The Velveteen Dream does not give up however, and lifting the heavy dead weight of Kevin Owens back to his feet, signals for the Dream DDT to end the match. The King: If he hits this it’s all over! The Dream lifts Owens in to position, but Owens manages to slip out by the skin of his teeth and nail the Velveteen Dream in the back of the head with a superkick.

The dream falls to his knees and Owens takes full advantage of the situation, lifting his opponent up and slamming him down with a vicious powerbomb! Owens goes for the cover himself, but only gets a two and half. He knows what he needs to do. A regular powerbomb won’t do it, he needs to hit the pop-up powerbomb to finish to job once and for all. He pulls the dream back to his feet, whips him into the ropes, launches him high into the air in anticipation of the pop-up powerbomb, only to be hit square in the face with size 13 boots! Owens staggers back to his feet and is greeted with another drop kick.

He swings wildly, only to find himself driven face first into the canvas with a flatliner. Momentum has shifted back to the Velveteen Dream, and he intends to finish this once and for all while he’s got the chance. He drags Owens up, dodges one desperate attempt of an attack by Owens before locking in the Dream DDT and driving Owens head straight into the mat.

In a flash, he rolls the former world heavy weight champion and the referee is there to make the count

1…2…3! The match is over!

Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, the first man qualified in the King of the Ring tournament…the Velveteen Dream!

The crowd cheers, both for the fact they’re happy the Velveteen Dream won, but also relieved that the most reviled wrestler in the WWF today didn’t get the victory.

Corey Graves: What a match!

The King: If the rest of this tournament is going to be like this, we’re in for a treat!

Corey: Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back after the commercial with more King of the Ring qualifying matches!

The show cuts to a commercial break.

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And here comes the second chapter! I hope you enjoy :D

Chapter 2

A Fateful Encounter

I shielded my eyes against the bright morning sun as I stepped out from underneath the thick canopy of the forest. Before me were miles upon miles of grassland, with no other person in sight in any direction. I sighed, not knowing where to go. Then I noticed that my hand was still tightly clasped around the odd crystal I had found. Well, now I had more than enough time to take a look at it. It seemed to be some kind of crystal that had been broken off of a bigger one. It was about half as long and wide as my index finger, and of a deep red colour. I put it in the breastpocket of my vest and just started walking in a random direction. Sooner or later, I would surely find someone who could help me.

A few hours later, I cursed myself, this weird land and whatever higher power had decided to suddenly throw me into a world I did not know. It was already noon, and I had thus far found no trace of civilization. Just the endless expanse of the fields. I was starting to get hungry and thirsty, and my feet were aching.

„Fuck this“, I mumbled under my breath and sat down in the soft grass to take a short rest. While I was sitting there, thinking about my situation and what to do next, I heard the unmistakable sound of horses approaching my location

It had been a while, since I had even seen a horse. But the soft clop clop clop of their hooves hitting the ground was something I would never forget. I jumped to my feet, ecstatic that in the end, I had been found, but my euphoria didn't last long.

The people that approached me on their horses were all armed to the teeth with cutlasses and halberds. And from what I could tell, all but one of them were female, with dark skin and red hair.

The sole man in the group was huge, towering over all of his companions, and it was not just because his horse was enormous. Suddenly, the crystal in my pocket began to glow, as if it was reacting to the approaching group. I quickly took it in my hand, hoping that my skin and flesh would somewhat disguise its light. Something told me that there people were not friendly.

Once they spotted me, they approached me at a smart trot, sorrounding me so I had no way of escaping.

Now that he was up close, the man, appearantly the leader, seemed even bigger. I had colleagues at work that were 6ft or taller, but he would have towered over all of them. This man must have been 7ft or even taller. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.

„Well well.. what have we here. How foolish of you to wander through Hyrule Field all on your own.“

At this point, my attention was drawn to his left hand, marked with a symbol made up of three triangles. And it was glowing, just like the crystal. I clutched it tighter. „I have my reasons.“

„Is that so?“ He dismounted and came up to me. I barely reached his chest, and I wasn't particularly short. Flaming red hair sorrounded a perfectly pure jewel on his forehead, contrasting with his dark skin. Skin which, as I noticed, had a slightly green-ish tint. „Do these reasons have to do with the artifact you're carrying?“

„Artifact?“ I looked at my closed fist. I did not know how, but I knew that I couldn't let him have the crystal under any circumstances. „I don't know what you're talking about.“

„The shard you have in your hand“, he said, still perfectly calm, like someone who was used to commanding and being obeyed. „Give it to me.“

I lifted my hand, let him catch a glimpse of the desired object, then stuck it in my mouth and swallowed it before he could react.

His yellow eyes widened and his hands jerked to my neck, as if he would try to strangle the crystal out of me again. But as soon as he touched my skin, he screamed in pain and retreated, finding his hands covered in blisters.

He had burned himself on me.

Power surged through my body, lifted my spirits and filled me with grim determination.

I had expected him to be angry when he looked at me again. But he wasn't. Instead, there was a morbid curiosity gleaming in his eyes. „The Triforce shard protected her. This is fascinating.“

He turned to one of his companions, who had watched all of this calmly. There was something off about these women; their eyes were empty, their faces expressionless. „Tie her up, but make sure not to touch her. I'll take her to the castle with me.“

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and someone grabbed my arm.

„Come with me if you want to live!“, a woman's voice shouted, and before I knew it, I was on a horse, behind a woman with white hair, and saw the silhouette of the man and his brainwashed companions fading into the horizon.

Once they were gone, I tried to turn to my mysterious saviour. „Who are you?“

„Escaping now, introductions later“, the woman snapped, making the horse take up even more speed, as we dashed across the field until I could see a town in the distance.

Once we reached the town, the woman dismounted and helped me down as well. My heart was punding and my knees were shaking so badly that I almost dropped to the ground. My saviour patted the horse on the neck. „Sorry to push you so hard“, she told it. „But this was an emergency.“

Then she turned to me. „Come on. We have a lot to discuss.“

„I... okay.“

None of this made sense. This was all some crazy feverdream. But nonetheless, I followed her as she brought the horse to the town-stable and then ushered me into one of the houses.

The house was quite medieval. It consisted of only one room, as far as I could tell, and the wooden furniture was very obviously handmade. Two beds, a table and two chairs were the only kind of furnishings.

There was another person in the room. They wore a white turban that let a few blonde strands of hair fall into their face and a mask that covered their nose and mouth, with an almost skin-tight suit. On their chest was the symbol of a crying eye. They were qite short, but still I had a hard time telling how old they were.

Their crimson eyes looked me over before turning to the woman:„Who is this, Impa?“

„A victim of our folly, I fear“, the woman named Impa sighed. „Our plan to hide the shard in another world appears to have failed. Instead, it returned and pulled this woman along with it.“

The person approached my. „My name is Shiek. What's yours?“

„C...Cassandra“, I introduced myself.

„Cassandra“, they repeated. „Do you know where you are?“

I looked around. „I... I'm not sure. I know I've never seen any of this, but so many things seem familiar.“

They exchanged a quick glance.

„What happened to the shard you found? Is it safe?“

„She ate it“, Impa said dryly. She sounded like she was trying really hard not to laugh. „Ganondorf found her in the fields, and I happened to be nearby, so I witnessed the whole thing. She just looked him in dead the eyes and swallowed it. It was priceless.“

So this man's name was Ganondorf. I burned it into my memory.

Shiek looked at me with a mix of fascination and horror. „And then? I mean, do you feel... different?“

„I felt... stronger, once I had swallowed the shard. And it made Ganondorf burn his hands when he tried to touch me.“

Again, they exchanged a quick look.

„Is that possible, Impa?“, Shiek asked.

„I'm not sure“, Impa replied. „But either way, it means that Cassandra is in grave danger. Now that Ganondorf knows that Cassandra has the shard, he will do everything to get his hands on her.“

I grasped my neck. „Oh god...“

„Don't worry. We'll keep you safe“, Shiek promised. „But you have to do everything we say. Understood?“

„Okay“, I said, shaking.

Shiek turned to leave. „Can you handle her on your own, Impa? I would stay and help, but...“

„I know. It's too dangerous to stay in one place for too long.“ Impa gave Shiek an affectionate smile. „Take care.“

After Shiek left, Impa pointed to the bed closer to the wall. „You'll sleep there. Are you hungry? I'll go get some food. After that, I would like to ask you some questions.“

„Of course“, I replied.

Impa left, and I sat down on the bed, burying my face in my hands. What was happening to me?

A strange warmth filled my chest, comforting me. My hand wandered to where the warmth came from, and instead of my skin, I felt smooth crystal. I looked under my shirt and saw the shard embedded in my skin!

I bit my lip and pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and rocking myself until I calmed down. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't right. I should have been coming home from work right now. I should be entering my loving home, help my sister with her homework and then spend the evening reading the well-worn edition of my favourite John Sinclair story.

While I was so deep in thought, I suddenly felt the urge die leave the house and the town. Where to, I did not know, but I felt like I would find out if I just followed it. But before I could, Impa came back, carrying some bread, cheese and dried meat.

„There I am. Sorry it took so long.“ When she saw me rocking, she raised an eyebrow. „Are you quite alright?“

I forced myself to stop and let out a deep sigh. „I'm okay. It's just something I do when I'm upset. It calms me.“

She sat down next to me and handed me the food. „There you go.“

I ate quickly, because my stomach was growling and when it did that, I would soon get a headache if I didn't eat.

The bread tasted different from what I was used to. I couldn't describe it, but it wasn't a negative change. The meat, on the other hand, could have really used some salt.

When I was done, I looked to Impa, waiting for her to start questioning me. But she just shook her head. „Maybe you should sleep before I ask any more questions. You had a rough day and probably need it.“

„Okay“, I replied, wrapping the blanket around my and resting my head on the pillow. „Goodnight.“

„Goodnight“, Impa replied.

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As his feet hit the ground, the thought struck him that she probably didn't want to be found - not by him anyway. Pure panic flowed in his veins. Breathe. Idiot. Breathe. Vanderwood was forcing himself to move - a gloved hand closing around the ring in his pocket. She was leaving him. Did he even deserve to find her? He wanted to make sure he found her - to make sure she was safe, to tell her it wasn't her fault. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince her to come back home with him. Or maybe it was better this way. He shook his head. No, he was going to find her and set things right. Vanderwood knew he was being selfish, but he couldn't live without her anymore - not anything that could be called living.

***

Cerise had no idea where she was even going to go. First, she’d headed to the park - sitting on the swing and leaning her head against the chain as the seat swung gently back and forth. There wasn't any real way she could describe how she was feeling. Hurt was only a small piece of the very messy puzzle - both the physical and the emotional pain. Cerise knew that he hadn't meant to hurt her wrists like he had, but the fact of the matter remained that it had still happened. It shouldn't have happened.

This man used to kill people for a living. She'd seen him so easily break someone's wrist on a whim. Couldn't things have gone so much worse? He had been right that night on the stairs all those months ago. What was she compared to someone who wanted something from her? He had demonstrated twice now that she was powerless. Cerise shook her head and sighed - warm puffs of breath visible in the cool air. It was going to be dark sooner or later, and that meant it would get colder. She stood up and began walking towards the shopping district.

Cerise didn't exactly wear the most functional of winter clothes, and in her haste, she hadn't grabbed an actual jacket to boot. Still, at least her arms were covered with the light jacket she had already been wearing. Even that wasn't going to do much good for her if it got colder. Luckily for her, she had stashed a pair of gloves into the pockets of that particular jacket. At least some luck was on her side.

She walked and walked, admiring all the colorful lights and decorations of the various shops. Everything was so festive and warm. People were so cheerful and welcoming if she decided to walk in and take a look around. It almost made her forget about her own troubles. In another stroke of luck, she had actually had her wallet on her from when she had to pay the delivery boy the rest of the money for the cake. She found a squishy little keychain of a new character that was so ridiculous that it was kind of endearing. Pastelle the Prissy Poo - it was so silly that she managed to giggle upon seeing the softly colored, glittery, anthropomorphic cartoon character of the poo emoji.

As she walked around, she kept one hand in her pocket squishing on her new treasure - finding it somewhat relaxing. Cerise stopped walking as she came across a heavily decorated cafe. There were lights in the window, a toy train, a Christmas tree, and tinsel - the whole nine yards. It looked like something straight out of a dream, and she couldn't help but find herself inside at a table looking at the menu.

The inside was decorated similarly - the atmosphere warm and inviting. Christmas music played in the background, and there was even a simulated fireplace with stockings hung over it. It put a smile on her face. As crappy as she felt, this was the type of thing that could still make her smile. In no time, one of the wait staff was at her table to take her order. Cerise looked her over; the woman was dressed in the cutest Christmas themed uniform, and not to mention, she was super nice. "What'll it be, sugarplum~?"

Cerise realized that she was staring at the woman and laughed awkwardly. “I’ll take a gingerbread hot cocoa and a slice of your special Christmas cheesecake.” What she needed right now was something sweet she could enjoy - to help take her mind off things. Before she knew it, her order was in front of her - delivered with a smile by the sugarplum waitress. The taste of the hot cocoa was like heaven, and it definitely warmed her to her core. It almost helped numb the emotional turmoil. Cerise shook her head again, trying to chase the thoughts away - push them into the back of her mind. That wasn't important right now. What was important was this adorable cheesecake in front of her that had gumdrops, little candy holly, other various candies, and sprinkles on it. Man, it tasted like heaven.

She almost didn't notice the sudden rush around her. It looked like the sugarplum waitress and an older man were practically running around trying to keep up. The place was packed now. Cerise really felt bad for them; they were such nice people. A thought crossed her mind. She wasn't really doing anything - didn't have anywhere to go...maybe she could help?

Cerise got up and made her way to the older man who was frantically trying to decorate an order of some sort. "Excuse me? Hi...I was wondering if you needed some help?" The man looked up in surprise. There was a strange air about him but not in a bad way. It was more whimsical than anything. "Oh! Don't worry, you don't have to pay me or anything...I just noticed you guys were busy, and I don't have anything to do. I'd really like to help you!" She bowed, trying to show some respect. Sometimes she forgot the cultural nuances when she was in Korea - bowing wasn't something they really did in Paris, but it felt appropriate now.

The man looked her over, seemingly deliberating. "What a nice young lady~ Who am I to deny such a heartfelt request?" He smiled at her - his eyes twinkling under the lights above him despite the rush he was in. "I don't have any extra uniforms on hand right now, but there's an apron behind the counter. If you could take orders, you can leave the rest to me."

Honestly, Cerise had never worked a day in her life. She didn't know how to take orders, but she was going to do the best she could for these people who seemed so warm and joyful even under stressful circumstances. She found the apron in question and put it on - taking a pad of paper and a pen that was in close proximity. Cerise found out from Ms. Sugarplum which tables she hadn't gotten to yet and decided to start there. She was a quick learner; she would get this. It was a welcome distraction from the train-wreck that was her life. As hours passed, she found herself actually having fun and laughing along with the owner and his daughter as well as the other customers - who obviously appreciated her efforts a Hell of a lot more than other people had that day.

***

He'd made it to the shopping district, chestnut-brown eyes scanning the area for any sign of his Cerise. Vanderwood had realized that he couldn't call her fiancée right now - a sting going through his heart. Every worst-case scenario that existed was flitting through his mind. Panic wasn't just a feeling; it was a living breathing entity that swallowed him whole, and he’d found himself running throughout the streets of Korea - full out running, bumping into a few people and then doing something he'd sure as Hell never done.

"Have you seen her?" He looked like a madman pushing his phone at strangers. "She's really short, super short, absolutely beautiful. Please tell me you've seen her!" Every person he tried was more intent on running away from him than helping him. A 6ft tall, dangerous-looking maniac. A young man was taking off from him again when Vanderwood plopped himself onto a bench, putting his head in his hands and sobbing.

His heart was being wrenched from his chest - his very soul being torn in two, and then he dropped his hands - looking ahead through the blur of his tears…There she was. She looked happy - smiling and talking to customers. Why was she in an apron? Seemed like she'd managed to get a job in a matter of hours. Vanderwood felt his breathing still. She was fine. Cerise was just fine without him. Maybe it was better if he waited for her shift to be over, gave her phone back, said his piece, and walked away. Just tell her it wasn't her fault - then, let her live her happy life. It was too late for him, but it wasn't for her.

Cerise could be happy without him. At least she wasn't choosing drugs like his mother - just a better life without him in it. He was crying again. It was really surreal. People always seemed to think that men didn't cry - that crying was a feminine phenomenon, yet he was one of the most masculine guys on the planet. He snorted at himself - ever the cynical asshole. Always a cynical asshole. Vanderwood looked up to see her again - the smile on her face, and it was like a shard of glass had lodged itself in his chest. He couldn't sit and wait here; he couldn't. It hurt too much. People be damned. World be damned. God or whatever was out there be damned.

Vanderwood’s breath left his body in a rush, and then he was up and running again - into a café covered in Christmas decorations. Uncaring of the people around, he grabbed Cerise up into his arms and held her tightly as he buried his face in her hair. Was that the smartest choice when she was probably terrified of him now - wanted nothing to do with him? No, but he was too busy sobbing into her hair. There was a constant stream of, “I'm sorry,” leaving his lips between the sharp intakes of breath his sobs were causing.

She had barely noticed Vanderwood rush in due to talking to one of the few customers left in the café before she’d been swept up in his arms. It took a moment for her brain to process what was going on. Vanderwood was here in the café. How had he even found her? Right...former secret agent. Her body tensed up automatically, and her wrist suddenly felt like it was on fire - a not-so-gentle reminder of what had happened earlier.

Cerise wasn't sure how she was supposed to react. She wanted to cry; she wanted to be angry - to lash out at him, but that wouldn't make her any better than he had been. It was impossible to find the words to say as he sobbed into her hair - apologizing to her over and over. How was she supposed to react? Her chest felt tight, her heart hurt deeply, but she just didn't know what to do...What was happening right now? Was this even real...?

Her eyes followed him as he collapsed to his knees in front of her. By now people were staring. She was probably causing trouble for the owner. Cerise flashed the man an apologetic look - earning an understanding nod. All she wanted was to cry, to tell him that it was okay - to forgive him. That was what her heart was telling her. The words were in her mind. Even so, Cerise knew that he had a problem - knew that it ran deeper than she had imagined. Things could have gone much, much worse for her, and she wouldn't have been able to stop it. She considered herself an understanding person, but there was only so much she could take - only so much she could have tried to break a barrier that he didn't want to be broken.

Cerise’s voice was a soft murmur. "Let's...go over here." With little effort, she was able to urge him into a nearby booth where she sat opposite of him. Ms. Sugarplum quickly brought over some coffee and put a cup in front of each of them, leaving with a concerned smile. All Cerise could do was stare at the broken man in front of her as she absentmindedly rubbed at her wrists. He had moved along with her with seemingly no struggle at all, even. Seeing him weak and dejected just seemed so wrong. She could at least hear him out.

Vanderwood knew he looked like an idiot, and he was just causing problems for her again, too. He wasn't one to act out like this - certainly not for an audience, but too late now. What was most important was that he told her what had happened, that he explained to her the truth about why his birthday and Christmas were so painful for him, and why it wasn't her fault. Vanderwood sat hunched over in the booth - barely able to meet her eyes as he tore his gaze away from the table.

"When I turned six years old, my mother said she was coming for Christmas. I sat in front of the tree with Caleb for four hours before Caleb fell asleep in my lap and dad went to bed. I woke up the next morning, and she still wasn't there. Turns out she got so high that she forgot or just couldn't make it. Either way, she chose drugs over me on Christmas." He had to pause, taking a breath - feeling winded and his throat raw from the crying.

It was all bubbling out now - too fast to even notice the way she was rubbing at her wrist. "On my seventh birthday, I waited all day for my dad to remember. I thought he was kidding around, had some surprise for me...but nothing happened. Mom was supposed to come again, and I waited...I guess she forgot, too, because when the doorbell rang, it was dad's friends. I put Caleb to bed, and when I came back downstairs..." His voice broke, and he had to shove the rest of the words out like he was pulling a tooth without medication. "My birthday present was finding out what your dad shooting up heroine looks like."

Cerise was silent still as she listened to him - nursing on her cup of coffee. It was a lot to take in; there were a lot of walls coming down. It wasn't the ideal situation or place, but he was finally telling her why he had been so grumpy, so distant - colder than the air outside. Hearing everything just made her hurt more, although almost in another direction. He had been dealt such a bad hand - both him and his brother. It was really no wonder to her that he could be so cold and rough on the outside.

Vanderwood hung his head in shame again as the memory of the way she'd looked at him from beneath him after his snap came back - far more painful than even the childhood ones. "I was trying to shut those memories out - completely shutting myself down...when I...when I treated you like..." He simply couldn't say it; he just couldn't. Bloody Hell, what a fucking prissy ass wimp he was. "I told you to get away from me, because I didn't want to hurt you any further or go down that slippery slope of sex. You are so much more than that to me. You're the only truly beautiful thing I've had in my life for almost a decade. You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you were doing everything right. Granted, I don't like being woken up, you almost lit the house on fire, and there were sparkles bloody everywhere, but you cared so much more than any other human being ever has - even my parents. You are quite literally the best thing that ever happened to me...I just couldn't handle it."

So many words, so much to say, Vanderwood just kept going, because if he stopped, it wasn't going to come again. He would just be walling up all over again, and nothing would be different. She needed to know everything - whether she was going or staying. Cerise needed to know. "I'm so much better since I met you, but I'm still a broken man, and I...forgot that I needed to watch myself. I forgot that I'm an addict. I've been doing so well that I've been laboring under the delusion that love is a miracle cure, but it isn't...It's the support that I need to reach being healthy, but as magical as it feels - it isn't the cure. I was stupid. I didn't pay attention, and I should have told you everything from the beginning. This...it's all my fault...and I can't ask you to forgive me, because I wouldn't deserve it. I just wanted to be happy, and I didn't want to ruin all the hard work you went through to make this day something other than the pain it's always been...so I didn't tell you...and I didn't tell you when it was getting to be too much...and I'm sorry, Cerise. I'm so sorry."

Cerise couldn’t quite come up with her own response yet - still trying to sus everything out for herself. It comforted her to know that he hadn't been telling her to leave because he had actually wanted her to, but because he recognized what was going on with himself and didn't want to put her through anything worse. He hadn't trusted himself; he was trying to protect her. She had also been living under the delusion that love was the cure for everything - that that alone could fix everything just like in the movies. Life didn't work that way. Life was a big, fat, bully full of harsh realities.

She was young and didn't have a lot of life experience. For all intents and purposes, she shouldn't get involved with him again. They should just go their own separate ways. Cerise was way too young and inexperienced to be what he needed her to be for him. Maybe he was too broken to be fixed. It was delusional of her to think she could turn around so many years of pain that ran much deeper than she had known.

Vanderwood couldn’t stand the silence - waiting for her to tell him what she wanted to do, that she couldn’t forgive him, just anything. He felt like a failure - like far more than a failure. It was getting to the point where the talking was just as painful as the silence. Reaching into his pocket, he removed her phone and lightly pushed it towards her on the table. "You'll...need this...if you go..." The ring came out next, but he left that in the palm of his gloved hand - the rose gold standing out against the harsh black leather. "You...probably don't want this...That's why you left it, right?"

Moment of truth, a doomed half-life without her or picking up the pieces. His eyes slowly met hers again - chestnut-brown to honey-gold as he closed his fingers around the ring. "Just tell me, and I'm gone. I won't so much as breathe your name." Although, because of how completely insane he was, he would probably follow her to the ends of the Earth - watching like some fucked up version of a guardian angel. If he had the energy, he would have snorted at himself. Bloody cynical asshole.

Her eyes locked with his - those chestnut-brown eyes that she loved so much. The look in his them was pained but full of so many other emotions. She couldn't pick them all out. He did care, and he was sincere. She could see it. Tears began to well up in her eyes again. Too bad she loved him way too much to let him go - to let him continue to suffer alone. There was no way she could bear being apart from him. They needed each other - as broken as he was and as inexperienced and young as she was. She could have handled this so much better, like the adult she was supposed to be. They both could have handled this situation better, but that was part of life, too.

"Marion..." She hadn't meant for his name to escape her lips, but it had, and now the tears were spilling over and running down her face as she began to sob. Cerise found herself moving out of her side of the booth and all but throwing herself into his arms - sobbing into his chest. She needed him; she would always need him. Obviously, neither of them was perfect, and they still had a lot to learn about each other and themselves. For better or for worse - that's what she was promising him when she had agreed to marry him. There were things she could have probably said = like apologizing for going too overboard and for running off instead of trying to calm down and understand. Sometimes she felt like she was still a kid. There was no doubt in her mind that she still had some growing up to do. All that she could get out was that she wanted him to stay - just like she had after that first kiss. "Stay...please stay."

He tensed as her tears began - his entire being in pain to the point that even breathing was a struggle. Vanderwood was fully expecting her to turn him away. That was what he deserved and what was best for her. His heart tore at the sound of her sobbing. Vanderwood held her tightly to him as she cried. She was asking him to stay…She wanted him to stay. He buried his face in her hair; it was all he could do to keep from starting to cry again himself. Damn, it was a good thing she hadn't cut it weeks before. Cynical asshole. He held her tighter.

Even with what he'd done, she wanted him to stay. Then, he would stay, but he would be damned if he didn't do a better job. "Let's do Christmas...the lights, the decorations, the tree...everything. I want to do everything with you." Words were just coming again, but at least this time it was a positive thing. "New memories...with the woman who loves me like no one else...If that's what you want, too." She was trying to calm herself down when he pulled back and cupped her face in his hand. He wanted to celebrate Christmas with her - the right way. Cerise had stopped full on sobbing, but she couldn't help the tears that were still coming down as he brushed them away with his thumb.

"I love you...I want this happy life with you. I promise this time...this time, I'll tell you what's going on in my head." Should he kiss her? He sure as Hell wanted to, and he didn't care whether people were watching. Fuck, he hadn't scanned the room even this entire time, but he was too busy staring into her eyes to be bothered. What a useless agent he would be right now. Good thing he wasn't one anymore - thanks to her. Better to wait...hear her answer first before he did anything.

All she had wanted was to understand him, to get him to talk to her and let her in. He had told her once that he would try, but it had still been hard for him. Now he was promising her. "Yes...I'd really like that." Cerise managed a small smile. She would do her best to try and not overwhelm him - maybe ask him how he felt before she went all out; she could at least do that for him. "I love you too, ma moitié..." Cerise had long ago forgotten all about the people in the room with them. It didn't matter. She'd make it up to the nice man and his daughter somehow, but for right now, she was just a little lost in his eyes. He very much so looked like he wanted to kiss her - which was fine by her, because that's what she wanted, too. Cerise closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his.

Just like when they'd first started their relationship, she was the one to remove the space between them. Vanderwood held her to him as he kissed her back - nothing rough, but the kind of kiss that made it seem like the world had stopped spinning. Why did it feel like she was putting his heart and soul back together? That's exactly what she was doing. When the kiss ended, he pressed another to her forehead as she nuzzled into him. "Ma moitié..."

Now he finally scanned the room, and there were quite a few onlookers - each averting their gaze when his swept over them. Was he really that frightening after sobbing like a child in the middle of the place? Apparently, yeah. He shifted to open his hand - looking at the ring that had left a small indent in the leather of his gloves and showing it to her. "I'm going to keep this...for now...and I'll propose to you again...um if you'd like that." That was a cheesy thing to do, but it seemed fitting. Maybe this time he'd remember the right words in French. There was another part of him that wanted to whisk her away and say, ‘Marry me right now.’ But that must just have been from the rush of relief he was feeling.

She hadn’t cared to look around herself but turned to eye her ring as it sparkled in the light. He wanted to propose to her again; he was such a cheese-master, but she couldn't complain. Nodding, she gave a brief, “Mhm,” as confirmation. Vanderwood felt like he could finally breathe again. The world seemed more peaceful to him now - quiet. Every time he told her what was on his mind, it seemed like he was lighter - like living was easier, even if it hurt like Hell coming out. So...maybe he was on the right track.

He wasn't about to drop his guard like he had earlier. "Do you...want to come home now?" Could he trust himself in a bedroom with her...Yeah, but he wasn't going to do anything other than holding her - for tonight at least. Best to be on the safe side. Cerise let out a tired sigh of relief - feeling like all of the stress had washed off her rather suddenly. "Yeah. Please, let's do that." She was exhausted - both physically and mentally.

Cerise pulled on Marion’s hand as they were walking out, going to the old man and his daughter to thank them and apologize for the chaos she might have caused. Vanderwood made his own apologies to the owner and waitress. He was awkward and stiff about it, but it was the right thing to do - even if interpersonal stuff wasn't his forté. They assured that it was no problem and had even asked if they could call her if they ever needed the help. She was more than happy to give them her number. The old man sent them off with to-go boxes of something he had insisted on making for them. It looked to be a pasta of sorts from the glimpse she got before he closed the box. That was good, because she was starving, and she was sure that Marion had to be, too. He was probably way too tired himself to cook.

Vanderwood tucked the to-go boxes under one arm - wondering where he'd even put Cerise's dinner plate down from earlier before he went out the window. It was going to be freezing in the house. He wrapped his other arm around Cerise as they walked - in part because he needed the contact, but also to keep her warm. She never seemed to dress for the weather. It was surprising to see she had her gloves with her, but that had probably been sheer luck - knowing her.

Looking up at the stars, he snorted softly. "You know...where I lived in Britain, the ground would be covered in slush right now, but in all the time I've been in Korea, I've maybe seen it snow once. I kind of miss that." Once the floodgates were opened, apparently sharing got easier. "That sounds pretty...it didn't really snow in Paris. If it did, it never stuck." There was a small smile on her face as he shared just a small piece of his life with her...something normal and small, but just as important to her. Vanderwood looked down at her with a small smile in return.

He gave her shoulder a light squeeze before he let go as they reached her house, pausing before opening the door. There were thoughts burning on the tip of his tongue, and it was best to share them. "Thank you...for everything you did today. I'm sorry it became...the mess it became..." She'd done so much work, and he'd wanted to appreciate it all earlier but couldn't, because he was so busy trying to keep his feelings under wraps. Cerise shook her head in response. "I should have checked with you to see how much you could handle...You did warn me before that you wouldn't be in a good mood on your birthday. I should have been more sensitive." She looked to the ground, kicking her feet a little. "There are things we both could have done differently, you know?"

That was something he wasn’t going to argue. Still, he was impressed by her. He’d always known she was strong - always known she was maturing. Cerise had proved not only her strength to him today but her ability to grow, too. Even if he thought he didn’t deserve that she was doing so much for him. “You’re amazing; you know that?” She looked up, flashing him a little smile. "Yeah...amazingly cold." Cerise tried joking, poking at him a little. "Let's get inside where it's warmer?"

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They’d chowed down on the food the café owner had made them, Cerise feeling slightly guilty as she saw Vanderwood putting away food that he’d made earlier. It was just like him to make food for the both of them even if they were fighting. As she looked in the bathroom mirror, she could see that her eyes were still a little red from crying. They would look perfectly bright and cute in the morning.

She threw on her pajamas - quickly brushing her teeth so she could get to bed faster. It wasn’t normal for her to forego her nightly routine, but she was just so exhausted. The bed looked so inviting. Sooner or later, he'd wander in and join her, so she decided to get on her phone to wait. The angle that she tried to hold it at was a little uncomfortable. It hadn't really bothered her before, but that's when she noticed that her wrists had bruised darkly from when he had grabbed her earlier.

It was all an accident. He hadn't meant to hurt her. Sure, she knew her wrists hurt a bit, but she didn't think they'd gotten bruised. She rubbed at the left one - which was the worst of the two and sighed. If he saw this...she really didn't want to make things worse than they had been. Cerise plugged her phone in and decided to lay on her stomach with her arms under the pillow. She didn't think she could hide it from him for forever, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with it that night. "Marion? Are you coming to bed?"

He'd finished up the dishes rather quickly - standing outside by the door to the bedroom as he took a moment to be by himself. Was he absolutely certain he wasn't going to behave like he had earlier today? Vanderwood heard her call for him, replying immediately. "Yeah, just a second." He felt fine...other than being exhausted, so yeah, he was fine. Vanderwood opened the door and laid his jacket on top of the dresser for now before grabbing his pajama pants from off the floor. He'd thrown them on the floor and not in the hamper - a testament to how freaked he’d been. The way she was positioned wasn’t lost on him - making him tilt his head at her. That was...a new one?

After ducking into the bathroom, he went through his usual routine in the exact same way he did every day. The repetition was comforting for his OCD - giving him some semblance of control after a day with virtually everything going wrong. Now that he was more right in the head, everything ended up neatly placed in the hamper like it was supposed to. He crawled into bed and reached for her to pull her against his chest like usual, but it seemed like she was a little reluctant to get out of her current position. Had he scared her that badly that she didn't want to sleep against his chest? It would make sense.

Vanderwood bit at his tongue for a moment as he relinquished his hold on her waist, moving to lay on his own side and staring at the ceiling before he remembered that he was supposed to say what was on his mind. "Are you afraid of me now?" She mumbled softly that she wasn’t, but he couldn't blame her if she was. Vanderwood had told her before that not watching his strength was a dangerous game, and he doubted he'd been watching it when he'd pinned her. Wait...his breath stilled, he rolled once more onto his side, and chestnut-brown eyes met honey-gold - pleading for an answer. "Did I hurt you?" The way she was laying her hands under the pillow in front of her - it was like she was hiding something. Guilt was already washing through him again - already knowing the answer. "Please...Cerise...show me..."

Cerise was kicking herself that she had tried to pull away from him. The man was too perceptive, and she should have been more careful to act normal if she was actually going to hide this from him. As he caught her eyes, asking if he had hurt her, it made her chest twist up into a knot. She had hoped that he wouldn't notice for at least that night; she should have just acted normally. It wasn't like she could just tell him 'no'. Not when he looked like this. Cerise felt like he probably already knew the answer to his own question anyways. Slowly, she turned over onto her side - averting her eyes as she held her hands out to him.

A sharp intake of breath was the only sound as he took her hands in his - his eyes taking in the dark bruising. Her left wrist was much worse, but that observation didn't make him feel any better. "Cerise..." He lightly ran his thumbs over the bruises before he bent his head to brush his lips over them. In his head, he was wondering what he could do to make it better - at least to make them not hurt so much. Vanderwood knew her pain tolerance, but he also knew her medication intolerance. Surely a numbing cream would go over fine. She couldn't get high from that.

He let go of her hands to dig for his kit under her bed - finding what he needed quickly. "This won't hurt...and it won't get you worked up either. It'll just numb any pain." Cerise nodded, trusting he knew what he was talking about. Even if it could affect her, she'd be asleep soon anyway. She still couldn't bring herself to look his way - not because she was scared of him or anything, but she didn't want to see his reactions to this. Cerise couldn't bring herself to look at the hurt in his eyes. This was something she knew he was going to beat himself up over.

At the moment, he wasn't touching on how guilty he was feeling - more worried about making sure he could help her feel better. Almost as soon as he had the cream on his fingers and was lightly brushing it over her bruising, though, there was a lump in his throat as his voice cracked. "I really hurt you..." Bloody Hell, he felt like shit. He'd bruised the love of his life. Fantastic. That was just...never again. He'd sworn never again with that first kiss, but this was a whole different ballpark. This...never again. Vanderwood would rather shoot himself in the foot.

"It's...it looks a lot worse than it feels, really." She felt like his birthday was memorable in all the wrong ways. They both definitely had a lot of things they needed to work on when it came to themselves and each other. Cerise knew that from now on, he would probably be extra careful when it came to his recovery. For her side, she would know that when he said he needed to be alone - it wasn't because he didn't want her around. This sort of thing would never happen again, and she knew it; she trusted him.

She still wasn't looking at him. Cerise had said she wasn't scared of him, but the way she was avoiding his gaze made him doubt that. "This won't happen again." His voice was a little harsh as he said it, and that just made him worry more. Vanderwood bit his tongue before he decided he had to know - slipping his fingers under her chin to tip it. "Please, Cerise...look at me and tell me you're not afraid of me. I want to be sure." Relationships were far more complicated than his life before.

Cerise let her eyes fall on his face at his urging - looking into his worried eyes. "I'm not afraid of you, Marion..." The cream he had put on her wrists did help the pain, but it wasn't very prominent in the first place. It only hurt if she tried to squeeze it or she was holding her hands in an awkward way. Cerise tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it probably came out all tired looking. She certainly felt tired, and her feet were killing her. All that running around and waitressing really took it out of her - not to mention the emotional parts of it all. "Tomorrow's a new day." Cerise cuddled back into the bed and towards him, so he could easily hold her if he wanted to. "So, let's get some rest, ya know?"

His eyes had searched hers, and she was telling the truth. "Okay...yeah." Once again, he pulled her hands to his lips - brushing feather light kisses over her wrists, so soft he wasn't even sure if she could feel it. "A new day with new memories - just for you and me." A little cheesiness to fall asleep with. Vanderwood pulled her close against his chest - taking the offered invitation and placing her where she belonged. "I love you, shortcake." He nuzzled into her hair, his voice coming up much smaller than usual - like it had a few times already that day. "Thank you...for not leaving me." He had some bloody major abandonment issues, but he'd be lying if he said he was surprised. Cerise barely heard him, lightly nodding before she completely conked out - dead to the world.

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Now, Eren wasn’t stupid. Sure, he’d done a lot of stupid things, over his 27 years on the planet, that’d landed him in the position he was in now, but he wasn’t stupid. He had a job he took pride in. A roof over his head. A wrench in his hand. His headphones on. And as he wasn’t stupid, he held next to no interest in getting involved with his bosses illegal fight club run in the back of the garage workshop every Friday night. No. He wasn’t that dumb. Had he had the choice, Eren wouldn’t have been working over time, but unfortunately with money came next to no patience. The car beneath his hands worth more money than he’d ever make in his life. The owner absolutely had to have his car back from some kind of rich alpha business in the morning... Whenever they could drag themselves in after their champagne breakfast with an extra servicing of coke on the side... or put more accurately, they came stumbling in, yelling, when their precious chauffeurs dropped them off.

Leaning back, Eren wiped the sweat off his brow, throwing a filthy look towards where tonight’s fight was happening. Blood already clung heavily to the air. Too many alphas would do that, and the men fighting were fighting for next to no money. The winner could expect a face filled with broken teeth and maybe a few hundred to their name. All this fighting bullshit starting long before he started work at the garage, but for him to personally see it, this maybe the twice or third time. Fortunately overtime generally happened in preparation for the weekend, the garage owner tried not to have such rowdy alphas around cars worth upwards of a quarter of a million dollars. The piece of shit alpha who ran the garage shoving this into his lap as he was preparing to walk out the door for the day. The man bullshitting about going home to his family, even now Eren could see him standing there screaming at whoever he’d backed. Whatever, he’d get what was coming in time. Turning his attention back to the radiator, he was close to being able to get out of there that he could taste it. First came double checking the hose clamps, then filling the radiator and doing a pressure check. Maybe two more hours and he’d finally be free to enjoy the weekend... Fucking finally.

All of that, and now Eren was pressed to say just how things had taken a turn.

Leaving the garage, he’d damn near tripped over the figure sitting by the back door. Face bloodied, hand badly wrapped, alpha pheromones pouring off him, despite the slight figure of the slumped man. No. He wasn’t going to help him... Not until the man groaned, hand moving to his ribs under Eren’s wide eyed gaze. He knew he was fucked if the alpha was packing a gun... Now was not the time to be pausing instead of passing by

“Oi. Shitty, brat... got a light?”

“Who are you calling a shitty brat?”

“The tall lanky shit stain standing there, looking down on me like in goddamn infectious. Didn’t your Mumma teach you it’s rude to stare?”

“Didn’t yours teach you it’s rude to bleed out on the back step of someone’s shitty garage?”

Snorting at him, the stranger seemed genuinely amused

“Tch. Sorry to offend, I’ll be sure to drag my bleeding fucking arse out of here before your boss catches me”

Eren’s mother had worked behind bars for as long as he could remember. Some of the best advice he’d ever gotten came from drunks at the bar. The more they swore, they more honest they were. Ugh. He was going to regret this when he wound up murdered in the morning. At 6ft, he wasn’t exactly short, nor was he weak, but even he knew a gun or a knife would make work of his lanky arse in no time if he was sleeping

“Can you stand?”

“What?”

“Can you stand?”

Tilting his head back, the stranger stared up at him. Narrow grey eyes, bruising on his lip, and a look that questioned what the fuck Eren was on about, as he scowled. The man older than him, yet kind of interminable when it came to a clear age

“Look, if you’re trying to get into my pants, you can fuck right off”

Glaring down the scowling, Eren had no time for this. The air was getting chilly, his bed calling, and his mood already annoyed, bordering snappy. An angry alpha brought out the worst in him, and this wanker wasn’t helping his own cause

“I’m not so lonely as to stoop to scooping trash out the gutter. Your hand’s busted and your face looks like the wrong end of a dog, I’ll give you a place to crash then you can crawl back into whatever roach motel you call home come morning”

“What-the-fuck-ever. You got scotch at your place?”

“I don’t know, you going to let me fix your busted hand so I don’t have to have your death on my conscious?”

“I guess it’s better than dying in this filth”

Ignoring Eren’s hand, the strange alpha climbed fo his feet, hand clutching at his side. Only a moron would come to a fight club where everything was rigged. Watching the stranger limp forward, Eren gave a shake of his head. What the fuck was he doing? His mother would be glaring down at him from heaven for the latest of his stupid choices.

Levi didn’t know what the fuck he was thinking climbing onto the back of a strangers motorcycle. The lanky shit pestering him until he felt obligated to go home with him. His initial feeling was that the man was both unfairly tall, and most probably an idiot. Anyone working for a boss as crooked as the kid’s, had to be lacking in the intellectual department. Still, he wasn’t in the position to complain. A man had to wipe his own arse, and when there were bills to pay, he could only go where the work went.

Wincing as the stranger ground the gears, Levi ignored every fibre of his being. He was fucking filthy. Assaulted by germs, and the helmet wedged over his head held countless drops of sweat from its long haired owner. When the stranger offered no name, Levi wasn’t in a hurry to offer up his. If he did turn out to be some sort of creep, that just wanted a quick fuck, it was better not to know his name. No one in this world did anything for nothing. A lesson crammed down his throat his whole life. Maybe he’d finally find some kind of excitement in the otherwise stagnant monotony of working his arse off to pay his bills until he died.

Zipping through the city, the kid had no fear of fear as he wove in and out of the nighttime traffic. The ride a solid 20 minutes, anything that might have been said lost to the sound of the motorcycle, not that either of them seemed in any rush to utter a word. All he’d wanted was a damn cigarette before calling for a lift, now he was willingly let himself be kidnapped... his friends would never let him live it down, not that he had all that many friends to begin with.

Pulling up into a parking space barely large enough for his motorcycle, the stranger let out a long sigh, Levi mentally echoing it as he pulled his borrowed helmet off. If the parking around the apartment building was anything to go by, the place was a dump, only cureable by burning the whole lot to the ground. Various car, some in pieces, sat sadly. Car parts piled up against the far wall of the parking garage

“Can you walk?”

Growling at the stranger, Levi could walk perfectly fine. A few busted ribs hadn’t killed him yet. Though the amount of germs in this hell hole just might. His alpha equally annoyed at their surrounds

“Tch. You live in a dump”

“It’s got four walls and roof, what the fuck else could I possibly need. If you’re done sitting on my bike, follow me up”

Led inside the apartment complex, the ancient elevator didn’t work. Flecks of once cheerful forest green and cream white paint peeled from the walls, gone possibly decades without any form of basic maintenance. The building owner obviously a stingy bastard that couldn’t even spare $5 for new fucking lighting over each landing.

Four flights of stairs later, Levi hated to admit he was working up a sweat. Not once had the strange man who’d dragged him here looked back over his shoulder to enquire into his condition. For someone who’d decided he was “helping him”, Levi couldn’t be sure he didn’t intend to kill with all these damn stairs. Secretly he was sure more than one unfortunately citizen had expired on these damn stairs. Pausing to catch his breath, the break in his steps finally caused the mysterious stranger to cast a glance back at him

“Don’t worry, I’m down the hall. 104”

Biting down a hard “fuck off”, Levi grit his teeth, aggravating his split lip. He must be getting old. A split lip, knuckles bust from bare knuckle fighting, and damn bruised ribs. He’d come this far, going back down seemed like too much damn effort. Normally he’d go to his... Levi hesitated to use the word “friend” when the woman was a fucking menace verging on “mad scientist”, with a mouth on her that’d rival any alpha, yet calling said friend right about now would mean he’d never hear the fucking end of it from her. A man needed to pay his fucking bills, and she lived in goddamn “lala land”. What pile of shit he had gotten himself into this time?

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