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wellpresseddaisy · 1 year

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Hubert Prewett Makes an Entrance pt. 5

"I would love to hear it!" Hermione's eyes lit with excitement. "I could hardly find anything in the history section that gave a comprehensive view."

"Perhaps Malfoy would tell it better?" Neville hedged. "I'll probably forget half of it."

"Malfoy," Malfoy began. "Would like to hear it from a different perspective. I've only ever heard my father tell the tale."

"Oh, well." Neville took a deep breath. "In the middle of the fifteenth century, what had once been tolerated became anathema. Witches, they said, went among them. They were right, to a point. Magicals had existed happily alongside non-magicals for centuries. Even adopting Christianity hadn't caused much of a problem. The early church was more…mystical, I suppose, and saw real magic as a gift.

Then the printing press came, followed by other machines and things. It may have been progress of a sort, but the relentless march toward modernity narrowed their world-view. Magic, once a mystery, a miracle, became something to fear.

The fear turned to hate. Slowly at first, so slowly that the magical community didn't notice, witch hunts started. They rarely caught an actual magical. Most of the people tortured and…and…and murdered weren't like us. They didn't have magic—they had land or they'd annoyed the people in charge or they weren't the right religion according to the religion in charge. That made them witches.

When neighbor after neighbor was taken for questioning, tortured, and hanged, the magical community knew they had to act. They had to remove themselves from the non-magical world. They couldn't stand by and watch people they cared for dragged off and…I don't want to describe what was done to them." Neville broke off.

"You don't have to." Ron told him. "Er, it's a rule at home. You don't have to talk about, er, upsetting things and no one can make fun of you. It mostly works."

"I cannot imagine," Draco butted in. "Having such terrible manners that one would jest about another's discomfort."

"You haven't met Fred and George yet." Ron sighed. "They…well, mum says they mean well."

"And I hope I won't meet them." Draco sniffed.

"Anyway, Nev, go on. You can leave out the bits you don't like." Ron prompted.

"It's interesting." Hugh agreed.

"Well, once they realized what was happening, they started to plan. It was local, at first, but many different groups came to the same decision. The first meeting to discuss what should be done was the start of the ICW. It took almost two centuries to prepare, first to figure out how to remove us and then to get ready for such an undertaking. What happened was the greatest of the Great Workings. For nine days and nine nights in 1692, magicals across the globe joined in. Er, I'm not sure of the details, but I think it involved a lot of charm work and runes. And probably arithmancy. At the end, though, the magicals made a perfect copy of the existing world and moved there.

Since then, we've largely stayed out of non-magical life. There are some problems that crop up, but Ron would know more about that. And…that's how the Great Working happened." Neville looked happy he'd finished.

"And now I know what to call it so I can find more information!" Granger exclaimed. "Thank you, Longbottom."

"You're welcome." He mumbled.

"That was very interesting, Longbottom, thank you." Draco said. "I think I'll join Granger in looking for more information."

"But the copy," Granger started, her eyebrows drawn down. "That's what we're in now, right?"

"You go through the barrier at nine and three-quarters." Bulstrode explained. "There's entry points throughout both worlds."

"But…if it was copied in the late seventeenth century, how are there trains?" Granger gestured to their snug compartment.

"Oh, we've updated since then. Every so often something really brilliant comes along—like the turnpike or trains—and we have another Great Working to update. Some have done smaller ones for indoor plumbing. It only gets tricky working out what can't be replaced." Ron explained. "Dad said non-magical London's changed a lot even since he was young."

"So…you do realize that this makes very little sense?" Granger huffed. "Why wouldn't you…I don't know…develop different things? Why trains? Why not aeroplanes?"

"Skylanes are for broom travel and portkeys." Malfoy said in the tone of someone who had heard it thousands of times and would probably need to hear it a thousand more. "Even though air travel looks tremendously exciting."

"Trains work pretty well with magic, too. We could probably get aeroplanes to work, but I don't think we could get anything like the size of non-magical ones." Bulstrode looked thoughtful. "Perhaps as a novelty? We have so many different ways to travel. I don't think they make sense any other way."

"There is that." Malfoy sighed. "Why sit in a tube hurtling through the air when a portkey is faster? And port-tunnels mean you can get on a train in London and off a train in…oh, I don't know…somewhere in the Americas. Or there's ocean liners, but those are a good bit slower than a portkey or a train."

"My gran." Longbottom started and then stopped abruptly when everyone looked to him.

"Go on, Nev." Ron encouraged him.

"Er, she likes boat travel better. Says she doesn't understand why we're all rushing about all the time now and port-tunnels are newfangled nonsense."

"Mother thinks taking an ocean liner is more dignified." Malfoy agreed. "I never thought she'd agree with Dowager Longbottom on anything."

Neville shook his head slowly, grinning. "I'll have to tell gran. Maybe she'll sponsor an aeroplane, Malfoy."

"Dad likes the convenience of port-tunnels. He's home more now, too." Bulstrode put in.

"Are there books that explain about all these things?" Hugh asked. "I tried to look, but we didn't have much time for shopping."

"I'll ask mother to look." Bulstrode promised. "She had a knack for finding things."

"Is it politics, why your Gran and Malfoy's mother wouldn't agree?" Granger asked suddenly.

"Mostly." Malfoy answered while Longbottom said "Oh, yes "

"It's like that here, too?" Hermione looked despondent. "Only I've lost friends because my parents are very loudly Not Tories."

"It depends." Longbottom tried. "Some don't particularly care, but some do, very much."

"And your Gran cares?"

"Not as much as my parents." Malfoy answered the question. "I expect mother and father will be put out once they discover who I sat with, but mother's the one who gave me a book all about developing your own personal moral code. If she didn't want me doing just that, she oughtn't have given me a copy."

"Gran keeps telling me to have my own views about things and then tells me that they aren't the right ones. I just don't tell her much now." Longbottom shrugged.

"Er…well, they can't be much worse than my non-magical relatives." Hugh gripped his notebook hard to keep his hands from shaking. "They didn't like anything they thought was weird…and…well…"

"Yes." Malfoy agreed. "I'd imagine they would find accidental magic…er, distressing?"

"My parents thought they might need to get a priest in and they don't even go to any kind of church." Granger bit back a giggle. "Daddy saw me levitate out of my crib."

"You're unchurched?" Longbottom asked. "I don't think I've ever met someone unchurched before."

"Really?" Granger pounced on that bit of information like a terrier after a rat. "Does everyone go to some kind of religious service?"

"I don't know." Longbottom shrugged. "Even if they don't believe people tend to turn out for Sunday service where I live, but that might be fear of Gran more than a deep belief. Gran thinks it's scandalous the way some carry on these days. She says Sunday observance might do them some good."

"I don't think every religion has compulsory service attendance." Bulstrode mused. "Some of my cousins are Jewish and they don't have to go to a service every week."

"My family has been Celtic Rite Catholic since there was such a thing. Well, there may be a few Romans in the past, but once we came to England it was the Celtic Rite for us. Imagine going to Mass in a building? With anything not nailed down gilded." Malfoy shook his head in disbelief. "It's a bit nippy in January, though, even with warming charms."

"We're CoE." Ron butted in. "Mum likes the plainer service."

"This is so interesting!" Granger enthused. "If…no. It's probably a silly question."

"What is it, Granger?" Hugh prompted. He doubted she'd have a silly question.

"Yes, do ask, Granger. We can't judge whether or not it's silly unless you do. Ow! Why are you kicking me, Bulstrode?" Malfoy reached down to rub his ankle in affronted silence.

"You're being insufferable again. I told you I'd boot you in the ankle if you were. In any case, Granger, please tell us." Bulstrode smiled at the other girl.

"Well," Granger hedged. "If we can't find a book or books explaining all of these things…could we write them down, together, as things come up? Maybe…maybe when we're older we could publish it. For…for new students like Hugh and me who didn't grow up in this world."

"Don't see why we can't." Ron considered the question. "Don't know why it hasn't been done."

"I think it would be better, even if there's something like out there, because it's people who grew up magical and people who didn't writing it together." Longbottom spoke decidedly.

"It can be our project." Bulstrode added. "Dad said that you should always get your schoolwork done so you aren't falling behind, but you should also have personal projects. Something about being well-rounded. I believe he raised silkworms and learned to spin and weave."

"And," Malfoy clearly didn't want to be left out. "We'll make sure we find out the why of things. You can't write a good guide without that."

Percy smiled behind his book and slid a notebook into Hugh's lap while the others were distracted.

"I have a notebook for it." Hugh grinned. "We can start now."

#hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #hubert prewett makes an entrance #harry potter aus #harry potter #neville longbottom #draco malfoy #hermione granger #millicent bulstrode #percy weasley #ron weasley

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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Hi ! Can you please do prompt for Sebastian Michaelis ( black butler)?!

157. "I don't want anyone else to have your love, kiss your lips or see them in your arms. That's only my place."

♥️😍i love your writing , it is always amazing. Thank you in advance.

It honestly has been too long since I've written anything for this fine man😩.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, clinginess, touchiness, mentions of kidnapping

Prompt 157: "I don't want anyone else to have your love, kiss your lips or see them in your arms. That's only my place."

"What a dream of a man he is." you sighed, face basically kissing the pages of the thick book you were reading right now. A somewhat embarrassed chuckle escaped your lips after those words registered in your mind because who would say something like this whilst reading a book? Had someone from your friends ever done this, daydreaming and gushing like this about a character who only existed in books? You wondered, there wasn't much else you could really do besides making assumptions.

You couldn't simply ask your friends or people around you, the old lady in your neighborhood who was a confirmed bookworm for example. Not anymore, with your freedom being "temporarily" restricted, as Sebastian had told you a couple of times before.

At the thought of the not so human butler you let out a frustrated noise. A true gentleman he was indeed, kidnapping you, mocking you and treating you like a child when you were rebelling against him and trying to justify his actions. He was a demon who had killed, so you could understand that his sense of moral wasn't exactly the most polished and you had your vast doubts that this would ever change.

Worst of it all was that you had bought his sweet and flirting behavior at first. There was no denial that Sebastian was incredibly attractive and knew how to woo someone and from what you had seen, he was aware of this fact as well.

Long gone were the times of sweet words and small presents though and you felt like an idiot for not having noticed the red flags sooner.

No, it was more like you had chosen to not look too deep into the case out of a certain thrill and excitement, maybe even because you had felt flattered and cajoled. All your problems had suddenly slowly vanished, annoying and mean people had started avoiding you and financial issues had been taken care of.

If you had to be honest, you had suspected that the butler of the young Earl was behind it all which was why you had agreed to meeting him more often and spending time with him. It had been so tantalizing, having a young, talented and handsome young man completely smitten with you, someone who seemed to be straight out of a fairy tail and could solve all of your struggles.

You had enjoyed it so much that you had gladly overlooked everything else, the way how so casually other people who you saw as loved ones or didn't even know started spending less and less time with you and how Sebastian became the daily part of your life.

You had even loved him.

Now you merely paid the consequences for your willful ignorance, together with the truth that Sebastian was nothing like the heroes from the books you had read throughout your life. He was no gentle and respectful prince, he only had the art of mind-blowing acting skills down to the absolute perfection.

In reality he was the demon himself though, a literal one on top of that.

"I should have known that someone like you can't exist. You're way too perfect and beautiful to be real." you continued to mumble silently, another wistful sigh tumbling from your lips as you got to one of your favorite parts.

Here the prince and his love were meeting each other for the first time and while letting your eyes take in each letter, you came to realize with a strange mix of amazement and unsettledness how similar your memories of meeting Sebastian for the first time had been.

Truly unsettling how smooth and informed he was, how he just knew what he had to do and say to blend in and steal the hearts of others.

"On the other hand you wouldn't strip my freedom away from me, would you? You're a true gentleman after all.", you mused, tipping your index finger on the opened page and taking a sip from the glass water you had prepared for yourself.

"I wonder if he even has a heart...Probably not, I doubt demons have any sort of heart inside of their chest that beats."

You were probably sounding a little bit crazy right now, but you thought you had earned the right to be a little bit peculiar after your abduction and the escape attempts that were treated like a game from Sebastian's side. You couldn't escape, a human apparently wasn't meant to outsmart a demon like him, at least not someone like you.

"Enough thinking about him. It just frustrates me." you huffed out, deciding to enjoy reading your book, one of the few things you were allowed to do anyways.

Focusing on the story and the characters would surely help you and after the next few pages you found yourself utterly invested in the story, your heart mourning lightly whenever the kind and selfless acts of the hero were mentioned.

Sebastian only acted on his own desires.

"If you would have found someone like this guy there before, what would you have done?"

"I would definitely marry and love him, he's a dream too good to come true after all." you answered without thinking much, not even bothering to look away from the book.

"Is that so?" the same voice answered with a tint of amusement inside of it in the same moment your brain was able to identify the far too smooth and familiar voice.

Your whole body went rigid, your fingers curling tightly around the book you were holding as your senses suddenly became hyper aware and you came to notice the presence looming right behind you and the couch you were sitting on.

Wasn't he supposed to work for his master until the early night?

Why was he already back?

"If you're currently wondering why I am already back, it's because I finished a bit earlier and convinced the master to let me go earlier. I missed you after all." he responed as if he had just heard your thoughts, entertained by the way you tried to get swallowed by the couch.

You did not dare to let your eyes dart besides you as you felt, sensed, him leaning forward so that his head was right next to yours, peering down at the story.

For a few seconds silence fell upon you two as he glanced back and forth between the book and you, his crimson eyes causing you to grow smaller and smaller as your heart picked up pace as if trying to run away as well.

"So you'd rather want to be together with this wannabe man there instead of living with me?"

It was not a question, more of a statement that hit you with a realization which ended in your cheeks heating up.

"How long have you been watching me?" you asked, the growing embarassment causing your voice to be more high-pitched than normally.

"Long enough to understand that you believe that a character from a book is better than me." he replied, pronouncing the last part with a half-entertained and yet firm tone before quickly snatching the book out of your hand.

That finally elicited the reaction out of you that he had wanted, your head swiftly turning around and looking at him with indignation, shock, the still visible embarrassment and the small emotion that you desperately tried to hide from his preying eyes.

"Aren't you going to greet me with the same adoration you just gushed about with your knight in shining armor?" he continued to mock lightly, watching your movements with attentive sharpness.

You felt your temper being tested, though your patience with Sebastian was very short to begin with yet you always hesitated when you felt his gaze on you. The knowledge of what he really was and what he was capable of always had invisible hands which held you back a bit.

"Good evening. Now please give me my book back." you spoke, collecting every ounce of politeness you could muster up to not get another scolding for your behavior, though your eyes weren't looking into his own.

Sebastian overlooked that though, instead flying over the next page of the book.

"Why? Because you want to read this scene and dream about how much you want to be kissed as well?"

You pulled your shoulders up as your eyes found themselves stuck at the floor. It was just a damn innocent kiss, nothing wild yet the man in front of you was an expert in teasing.

You did not answer, the floor suddenly looked much more interesting than you could remember. Red eyes were watching you with a warm glint inside of them before Sebastian closed the book quietly.

“Kitten~” he coaxed, his one hand brushing gently your cheek, hoping to get you to look at him. Part of you relished in his touch as memories flashed before your inner eyes which you forced down your darker corners as fast as possible yet your instincts took over you in your moment of weakness. (y/c) eyes finally met his own in a cautious, careful way that gave the demon a short-lived sense of nostalgia as he recalled how excited and joyful those eyes had used to look at him.

You were still lovely, Sebastian just missed the days where you had blindly trusted him, when you had started to show glimpses of the same feeling for him that was eating him on his inside out for you.

You were in danger of getting lost in those eyes that scared and adored you all at once, the demon enabled you to not even fall victim to this risk. Instead you had no time to react in any way as a pair of lips was pressed against your own, the scent of forest and remaining aromas from the Phantomhive mansion briefly penetrating your nose. The moment didn’t last long though before the butler pulled away, just before you could kick your mind to push him away.

“Why did you do that?!” you bellowed shocked, angry and surprised all at once, surprising yourself with how loud your voice really was. Your hand clamped protectively over your mouth and you turned your body completely away from him, wishing that you could ignore the excited and stinging tingle in your chest.

You rationalized somewhere in your mind that you didn’t have to act so offended, it only gave away your feelings more. You knew that Sebastian most likely knew himself and you had only tried to fool yourself so far as well. Feelings were an obstacle and everything but easy to erase, or maybe you were just a very attached person.

Pulling your knees closer to your body and curling yourself up in a sitting position, you just stared with thoughtful eyes into the air. Only absentmindedly noticing how Sebastian put the book away, only absentmindedly noticing how he sat down next to you.

You had projected your wishes into those stories, you were indeed mourning over something. It wasn’t just what you wanted it to be. Your sense of what was right and what was wrong was currently interfering with your emotions, something was stopping you, pulling you away for him.

The spark was still there though, you had never fully stopped loving him.

You hated debating against yourself to the point where your consciousness and your feelings were yelling at each other. When you suddenly felt one hand grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head, you felt fear dripping inside your core.

Sebastian was manipulative, his words and actions were like honey, sweet and alluring. He would take advantage of everything, including your wavering determination to not feel anything for him.

Why did he have to understand emotions so much better than you, who had been feeling for their entire lifetime emotions?

“You still love me, (y/n).” he said with a finality that you were unable to protest against, you would have had to lie anyways.

“You’re just a bit overwhelmed as of now, the existence of my kind had to be a shock for you.” he continued, skilled hands rubbing down your arms and shoulders and melting the tension inside of them away.

You didn’t have the mental strength to try to resist when he moved closer until he felt the warmth of your body right next to his, frankly enjoying how you let him do so, unable to deny his words and your own feelings.

“I’ve already told you that I took you away because I love you. I am aware of the way how humans express their love and you know that I tried it as well, but that wasn’t enough for me. I can’t seem to be able to court you the way a normal human does, my kind isn’t quite familiar with emotions such as love. I can assure you that if we do bound, it’s forever. Differently from humans whose emotions are fleeting, fragile and withering, a demon stays loyal, strong and devoted. I am able to provide you with everything you need in your life and I would do about everything to give my mate a happy life by my side.”

Part of you still attempted to push the blame that you enjoyed the attention of him just a little bit on the fact that he was the only person you could really interact with, that it was the only reason why you found comfort in his caressing and loving touches.

“So why are you fighting your emotions still? You won’t find anyone out there who can love you and protect you like I can do. Why be so silly and resist your own feelings? Are you perhaps hoping to have someone rescuing you who you can label as your hero just because you don’t think you can love a demon like me and accept what I did? Would you really prefer loving someone else that badly?”

The proximity between you two had long overstepped personal boundaries, his arms wrapped around yours and long legs entangled with your own. His silky hair was tickling your face a bit, his forehead almost pressed against yours which made it as good as impossible to avoid those red orbs of his.

Those eyes that gazed possessively over you yet managed to still give you a good thrill, enchanted you to the point where you were silently sobbing in your mind how unfair it was.

Despite some pleads to not give in, you found one of your hands stroking his head, letting the smooth, black strands of hair slipping through your fingers.

A content look softened his eyes, even if you thought that a flicker of smugness was somewhere in his eyes as well.

You took it as a sign of encouragement for you to continue when he laid his head on your chest and shifted both of you in a more comfortable position. You couldn’t deny the surge of warmth and peace that coursed through you when you saw how relaxed he became, eyes closing and listening to your steady and strong heartbeat.

“I don’t want anyone else to have your love, kiss your lips or see them in your arms. That’s only my place.”

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis

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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Dearly Beloved

Hi everyone!! It's been a minute since I've written anything and what better way to come back than with some more angst, huh? 😉

This fic was written for the dear @bucky-soldat 's writing challenge! I chose the prompt, "When I heard the story, I almost cried."

Stephanie, you are such a bright light in this community and I love nothing more than interacting with you. I hope you enjoy this angsty little Bucky piece and I hope you continue being such a wonderful human being. I love you. 💜

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (not currently together)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of death, descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks (implied), angsty af y'all sorry about that!!

From the window of the office turned makeshift bridal suite, you could see the crowd of people as they poured in. Some faces you recognized, some you didn’t.

Not that it really mattered much anyway. There was only one face you were hoping to avoid.

“There.” Your mother’s soft voice cut your thoughts short. Her gentle hands smoothed out the material of your dress as she finished fastening the corset.

The rest of the women in your bridal party watched with bated breath as you crossed the room to observe yourself in the mirror. When you finally made eye contact with the reflection, it felt like an out of body experience. The slow trail of your hands down the bodice and skirt didn’t look real, feel real. It was as though you were watching someone else.

“So?” One of your bridesmaids finally spoke up. “What do you think?”

A breath fell from your lips that you didn’t even realize you’d been holding. Raising your eyes to gaze at the people sitting behind you, their excited looks made your stomach do a flip.

It was at that moment that you realized everyone in the room was more excited than you were. On your wedding day.

“I feel great!”

You hoped they couldn’t see through your lies.

The cheers that came from the group told you that they hadn’t noticed the fluctuation in your voice. They were happy for you, but of course they were - they thought this was what you wanted.

In actuality, this was the furthest thing from what you wanted.

* * *

The warmth from the sun had Bucky’s cheeks flushed pink as he laid with his head in your lap. Fingers gently combing through his chestnut hair, you admired the way he looked with his eyes closed. There was a calm, peaceful look on his face and it matched the blissful sigh that came from his pillowy lips.

“Daydreaming about something?” You teased, watching the hair as it slipped through your fingers.

Bucky chuckled slightly as he opened his eyes to look up into yours. Although his eyes were a cold blue, they made you feel the exact opposite. Each time they met yours it was as though your entire body was lit ablaze.

“I don’t need to daydream, sugar. I got everything I ever dreamed of right here.”

* * *

A wave of guilt washed over as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Here you were, on your wedding day, reminiscing on times you had with someone else.

Your friend who was adding the finishing touches to your hair noticed your pained look in the mirror but when she had asked if you were okay you gave her a fake answer about just being nervous.

Nervous about making the wrong decision, maybe.

It had been 5 years since you last saw Bucky. 5 years since the crippling darkness moved in and made home in your chest. In your eyes, he was never coming back. He was gone just like the rest of them and you would never get to love him again.

The support group you attended was helpful at first, but then it just ended up being too much. The idea of talking to other people who were going through the same thing was a nice theory, but in execution it was simply ripping the bandaid off the wound over. and over. and over again.

The only good thing that came out of it was Josh.

Initially it started as two lonely people helping one another find some normalcy in an otherwise fucked up timeline. Josh had lost his family and like you was completely alone. Sure, you were lucky enough that your parents were still around, a couple friends survived too - but the one person you cared about most in the world was gone. Josh knew that pain and could relate to how alone and isolated you were feeling. Things just sort of...happened with him after that. Sure, you loved him and cared for him, but it wouldn’t ever be in the same way as you’d loved in the past. You never meant to make him a replacement for Bucky, and in your heart you told yourself that wasn’t what he was, but there wasn’t any time for lying to yourself any more.

Especially not now. Especially not with everyone coming back.

Everyone including Bucky.

“Are you ready, darling?” Your mother spoke softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Shaking yourself from your mind, you looked at her and smiled.

“Can I have just a few minutes alone?” You placed your hand over hers and gave her a small smile.

Truth be told, you hoped she would see it in your eyes. The pain. The confusion. The uncertainty. You desperately wanted someone to ask you what was wrong. To tell you this whole thing was a mistake and what you were feeling was valid.

“Sure, honey. We’ll be outside.” She leaned down to kiss your forehead and ushered everyone out of the room.

The familiar feeling of fullness and dread began to creep into your chest. Breathing felt like a chore. Your palms became clammy. Every instinct in your body was screaming at you to kick your shoes off and run. Yet, you couldn’t move. You were frozen in time, forced to come to terms with yourself.

You reached forward and grabbed your phone off of the vanity, sliding the case off and catching a piece of paper as it fell out. Shaky hands unfolded the paper and your fingertips traced over the familiar handwriting that was inked into the page. As if you didn’t already have the words committed to memory, you read them once again.

“...I’m not upset. Not anymore. I can’t blame you for moving on. Hell, I can’t even explain what happened in the first place…

...When I heard the story, I almost cried. I didn’t want it to be true. I wanted to believe that you’d be mine forever, but that’s not fair…

...So, I guess what I'm trying to say is - it’s okay. Not that you need my permission, you’re a big girl. But I don’t hold anything against you, I couldn’t if I tried. I’ll always have love in my heart for you and I'll cherish the time we did have together. No matter what, I want you to be happy. That’s what matters to me the most. All in all, I hope you have a happy marriage and that he loves you without abandon. That’s what you deserve.

Best,

Your James.”

There was no stopping the sobs that began to rip through you. Clutching the paper to your chest, you wanted nothing more than to disappear in that moment.

* * *

“Well, what about you? Is Barnes gonna make an honest girl out of you?” Nat teased you, grinning over the rim of her beer.

“Look, I get that I'm from the 40’s…” Bucky started to defend himself but you couldn’t help but giggle.

Bucky looked beside him at you, as you were tucked under his arm and he grinned proudly, “Besides, if she ever married an old son of a bitch like me, I’d be the luckiest man alive.”

You rolled your eyes at his schmoozing attempt, but your stomach was doing somersaults. Marriage was a topic that had come up with Bucky a few times, but this was the first time he’d said something like that out loud in front of your friends. Usually he liked to keep those conversations private.

“I’d say it’s the other way around, actually.” Bucky looked down at you again as you began to speak, “I’d be lucky to be made an honest girl by him.” You squeezed his side playfully to punctuate your sentence.

Bucky shook his head at your teasing, wearing his signature wide grin. Laughing again, you wrapped your fingers around his dog tags and pulled him in for a kiss.

* * *

Every tear you’d held back for the last 5 years had come pouring out. The emotional dam was broken, and for a minute you were scared it wasn’t going to stop. You cursed yourself for keeping the letter, for going ahead with the marriage, for even getting into a relationship after Bucky in the first place.

Sadness. Confusion. Guilt.

It was as though you were going through every imaginable emotion at once. You didn’t even realize it was possible for someone to feel so broken. Each time you tried to calm down, the tears only came back harder and your heart continued to chip - piece by piece. Eventually, you felt like a shell of a human. Something was controlling your body, but it didn’t feel like it was your soul any more.

A soft knock at the door had you scrambling to put the letter back, to clean yourself up a little bit.

“J-just a second!” You stuttered, shoving the paper back into your phone case.

“Oh honey…”

Your mother crossed the room to wrap you in her arms and kiss your head. As you opened your mouth to speak, you were cut off.

“It’s okay to be nervous.” She pulled back to smooth your hair, “I mean, I was a wreck the day your father and I got married. I think I cried from the moment I put my dress on until we left the chapel.”

You nodded. You couldn’t tell her the truth. You didn’t have the heart.

“It’s all gonna be okay, sweetheart. Josh loves you so much, you look so beautiful. It’s going to be an incredible day for you. I am so happy for you, baby girl.” She lifted your chin to meet her gaze.

You forced a smile and nodded slightly.

Next thing you know you’re standing at the opening to the chapel on your dad’s arm, holding a bouquet of flowers.

At least that’s where your body was standing.

Just as it had when you had your first look at your dress, it felt like an out of body experience. Someone else was controlling your movements and you were floating somewhere in the beyond. The organ began to play as the doors opened and you followed your father’s lead down the aisle. Guests stood up, giving you soft smiles as you walked by. Instead of trying to make eye contact with anyone you stared down at the flowers in your hand.

Once you reached the altar your father lifted your veil and kissed you on the cheek. That’s when you got a look at Josh for the first time. The corners of his eyes were wet and he wore a proud grin on his face while he looked at you. Taking your hand, he rubbed your fingers with his thumb as he mouthed at you, “you okay?” You lied, nodding at him and feigning a nervous smile.

The ceremony went off beautifully, at least that’s what you were told later at the reception. The only thing you were grateful for was that it was over quickly.

As you laced your fingers with Josh and turned to the guests, gazing out into the sea of people for the first time as man and wife, you saw him.

Cold, blue eyes staring at you as he leaned against the door frame of the chapel. A breath caught in your throat as you stared back. You expected him to look distraught, angry, anything negative and raw - but he didn’t appear to be any of those things at all. A smile even decorated his face.

You wanted to yell for him - to tell him that you’d made a mistake, that you loved him and you wanted him back.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, for the second time in your life, you watched as Bucky disappeared before your eyes.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #writing challenge #graduation celebration #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine

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beyondthetower · 3 years

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Hey there, I got a request of you wanna hear it, how would Jeralt react to being told he's going to be a grandpa/meeting his grandkids. (I've been shipping these two ever since I got three houses, even though I chose Male Byleth and I'm on Black Eagles route, Still love the Female Byleth and Dimitri ship, tho.)

Oh wow, I LOVE this. Great prompt!!! There is nothing cuter than The Blade Breaker being soft I don’t care what anyone says.

Super Important Note: This takes place anytime after Dimitri’s birthday because he MUST BE AN ADULT because if you do the math Byleth is so there is NO ROMANCING UNDERAGE KIDS HERE WE ARE NOT ABOUT THAT.

Grandpa Jeralt let’s do this:

He would be so inwardly excited but refuse to show it

Byleth would be the only one to like, actually could tell how elated he was

When Byleth told Dimitri he would have a second of pure happiness, followed by complete fear that

He would straight up try to convince her to just hide it from Jeralt forever

Byleth: Dimitri, how am I supposed to hide a huge, pregnant, stomach?

Dimitri: Could you just like....not talk to him for nine months?

Byleth: And after that? When I suddenly have a child?

Dimitri:........we lie and say it’s Felix’s?

When they finally do tell him, Dimitri hid behind Byleth

Jeralt would just look between the two of them, and be like....”Huh. Okay then.”

They would talk for a minute and Dimitri would be so confused because Jeralt wasn’t acting like this was the biggest news ever

He would bid them farewell and just wander back to his everyday activities

A few days later, Byleth would visit his office to chat with him and he would be in the middle of building a crib for the baby

Jeralt: What are you looking at?

Byleth just shrugs

To Dimitri’s surprise, Jeralt would start to interact with him more

This was terrifying to him but Jeralt would always speak to them like they were old friends (Byleth had forced him to be nice to Dimitri since he was going to be the father of her baby)

The rest of the Blue Lions notice that Jeralt is way more buddy-buddy with Dimitri and they get really confused (they don’t know about the baby yet)

When they ask him about it Dimitri just shrugs it off because he is honestly just as confused

Then one day, Byleth is sitting off to the sidelines on the training grounds while the class trains

Jeralt comes to visit and sits with her to chat

Dimitri is sparring with Felix who insisted they train with real weapons today because he is feeling ~ a g g r e s s i v e ~

During the fight, Dimitri trips slightly and Felix takes it to his advantage to strike

In the blink of an eye, Jeralt was up with his sword at Felix’s throat

Literally no one saw it actually happen, there was just gasps and screams and suddenly Jeralt was just there

Dimitri: Captain Jeralt!

Felix: Gulp

Jeralt: ....

Dimitri: Captain, what are you doing?

Jeralt: You’re going to be a father you can’t let your guard down like that

Everyone is quiet, Dimitri’s cheeks go red

Jeralt just lets go of Felix’s collar so he drops to the ground and slides his sword back into his belt

Jeralt: I will kill anyone for the sake of this baby that includes your friends. Got it?

Dimitri and Felix just nod

Annette: Baby? Did he say baby?! There’s gonna be a baby?!

Everyone errupts into excited chatter

Byleth: Ugh, Dad!!! You’re embarrassing me!

Bonus: When the baby is born, Jeralt just carries them round all swaddled with his same, scary, scowl he always wears. Even the Death Knight wouldn’t think of messing with that baby.

#dimitri x byleth #jeralt eisner #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #jeralt headcanons #fe3h #fire emblem headcanons #headcanons

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jay-zzz87 · 3 years

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Prompt: Belos adopts Luz part 5

Bet you didn't expect this so soon. Well its here. I was very excited to write this. Btw still trying to figure out how to work ao3. Part 4 in source

Luz tried to back up from the shrubs. It's too late. She saw me. Now what. Her mind started racing. Who knows what'll happen if she got caught. The girl approached the bush and tried to peak behind it, until a voice called her name.

Gus: Hey Willow, Look at this!

Willow: Coming Gus!

Willow. Gus. She let those names ringing into her head. She finally got some information about the witchlings. She tried to follow behind them, ducking into every piece of shrubbery in the halls. The human really wanted to talk to one of the students, but she couldn't. All she could do was observe what they were saying. It seemed like the smartest one was the green haired witch she saw before. She would ask and answer the most questions. Her knowledge impressed Luz. There were things that Luz didn't even know. Which was odd considering she had been studying with Kikimora and Belos. Man she's smart.

Willow: Uh, hi

Luz stopped in place. Her heart started pounding in her chest. SHIT. Now she had been caught. She looked at the girl who was standing in front of the shrubbery. Luz tried to think of something fast.

Luz: Uh, you saw nothing.

Luz thought of sprinting down the halls, but the guards made it difficult to reach her room without causing a problem.

Willow: Are you ok?

Luz had no other option but to negotiate with the girl.

Luz: Yeah I'm fine. You know, just here. Doing things, and stuff

What am I doing

Willow: Ok? Well are you lost? I can help you get back to the group, though I don't think I've ever seen a witch like you in my class.

Luz debated on telling the truth. On one hand, she wouldn't have to lie and would save a lot of trouble for future references. On the other, she could lie but it's gonna be hard trying to cover up her bases with the way things are. Luz had to tell thee truth. There was no way lying out of it.

Luz: That's because I'm not in your class.

Willow: Then who are you. And where are you from.

Luz: I'm Luz Noceda. I live here in the palace.

Luz braced herself for what was to come.

Willow: WHOA, REALLY?

Luz didn't expect the reaction she got. The girl seemed excited about the news she dropped.

Willow: I never knew the emperor had witches living here.

Luz: Oh, I'm not a witch.

Willow: Wait, what? Then what are you?

Luz: I'm a human.

Willows eyes lit up. Not only did she meet someone who lived in the palace, but she met a real human. She felt lucky. She couldn't wait tell Gus.

Willow: No way. You're human? That's incredible. I've never seen a human before.

Luz: Shhhh. Lower your voice down. I'm not supposed to be out here.

Willow: Why? Don't you live here? You can do anything you want, right?

Luz: Just because I live here doesn't mean I can do anything. I'm not supposed to be seen by other witches. Belos told me to stay in my room.

Willow: Emperor Belos? You've seen Emperor Belos?

Luz: Yeah? He's my guardian.

Willow: Wow that's amazing. I-

Gus: Willow!

Willow and Luz turned to see a boy walking down the hall looking for Willow. The witch never knew how much time spent talking to Luz.

Luz: You should get going. I'm only gonna get you into trouble.

Willow: But-

Luz: Just go

Willow walked away from Luz. She never heard about a human living in the palace. She felt awful that she could see her much. She wanted to really get to know her. Maybe she could try again. But it seemed impossible since they were only visiting the palace once. Willow had to find a way back to her.

#amity blight #the owl house #the owl house amity #luz noceda #luz x amity #lumity #willow #the owl house gus #edric and emira #writing prompt #the owl house belos #emperor belos

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ari-shipping-stuff · 4 years

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Freezerburn Week 2020

Day Six - Heart Attack

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it was fluff yesterday. but now, i'm back to angst. so.. uh.. warning.

the first thing that came to mind when i saw the prompt was the song, not the actual thing. and i don't have experience or study or even research time, to check around seeing how to write a realistic heart attack death scene.

so take this instead.

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Everyone was tired.

Yang knew what she signed up for when she enrolled at Beacon and Signal, but this?

Being a fully certified huntress was just a while other level. Exciting. Invigorating. She loved it.

She stretched her arms above her head, a grin on her face. She was tired, alright, but nothing could get in the way of her being happy today. Especially with what happened at the mission. Since this morning, she just couldn't stop smiling.

Yang was relaxed in the shower's waiting room. Despite the weird stares she was getting from the students around her (since she didn't even remove her jacket or bring shower equipment). She wasn't even going to shower. But she was waiting for someone to go out, alright.

Weiss opened her stall on the far end. The student on Yang's left went to take her place after Weiss walked out.

Her hair wasn't tied yet, and still damp. But she was fully clothed for bed already, despite it only being 4pm.

Yang leaned forward, her elbow on her knee and her chin on her palm. Her eyes followed Weiss until she was out of sight. She didn't move for a minute, deciding to give Weiss a headstart of sorts so she wouldn't look creepy. But the minute ended soon, and she walked off to the dorm.

She thought back to the mission they had today. The grin reappeared, and she giggled just because it made her feel so.. Giddy.

Weiss Schnee herself. Literally falling into Yang's arms after her aura depleted. Bridal style and all. It felt so bizarre to Yang. Like in some fairytale. As if the gods came back to Remnant to help them get together.

A stupid thought, sure. It was. It definitely was. But Yang couldn't help but feel lucky by that occurrence.

In retrospect though, that was actually dangerous, and the first thing Yang actually did was shriek and panic and almost die while asking Weiss if she was okay.

But she digressed.

She'd caught a bit of a crush on her since their Beacon days. Long, long ago. She probably admired her as much as Jaune did. Even if she wouldn't tell anyone but Ruby.

Her confident posture, level-headedness, and adorably sharp spirit drew Yang to her. And Yang thought it was a nice contrast. Hot and cold.

But when she realized she fell in love with her, her world just.. Turned upside down. It was ridiculous, which was frequent with Yang apparently. They haven't seen each other in months at the time, and barely had any time for real conversations. Everyone was asleep, and they'd woken up early and shared a coffee.

"He didn't!"

Weiss rolled her eyes amusedly. "Yeah, he did."

Yang huffed, miffed that someone, what's more her own brother, would do Weiss so dirty like that. If she were there, that Whitley would certainly never see the light of day after dealing with Yang.

Before Yang could say anything else about the situation however, Weiss spoke up, her smile quivering.

"I guess you could say I was in a—" she raised her steaming mug of coffee— "hot situation?"

Yang's heart skipped eight beats at once.

'Oh gods, I think I love her??'

And she did. Up until now. And she took great pleasure in seeing team JNR drench the greasy little weasel in punch.

Now that he'd been publicly humiliated, there was only one thing Yang had left to do.

The timing wasn't perfect, given that Salem was still active. But in a situation like this, when was the best time to tell her? It was now or maybe never. And if she goes with the latter.. It just didn't sit well with her.

She had a chance. Even if it was small, it was there.

When she reached the dorm, she hesitated. This was it. Now or never. And she was not taking never.

Tugging on her jacket with one hand, she knocked twice.

"Who is it?" Weiss called out.

"Just me, Weiss."

"Come in."

Gulp.

Yang opened the door and checked around the room. She saw Ruby in the shower room, and she wasn't sure about Blake. But they were alone, which fueled her courage.

"You haven't showered yet." Weiss commented. She was sitting on the bed, running her fingers through her hair. Even just the little (very unrelated) gesture wanted to make Yang jump up and down and laugh.

"Nope," she inhaled, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I need to.. Tell you something first."

For a fraction of a second, a look of panic washed over Weiss's face. Yang barely noticed, but brushed it off as nothing.

"Well, what is it?"

Yang clenched her fist, her gaze falling to her boots. A subtle warmth spread across her cheeks.

"Weiss.." she chewed on her lower lip, hesitating again. Every word that came out was a strangled 'I.. I.. I..'. But she stomped her foot, growing frustrated with herself. "Ugh. I love you!"

Weiss's pale face was alight with pink forest fire. Yang took this as a sign to keep talking.

"I mean, you're just so.. Cool—" she grinned at that— "and confident. And I've thought of you like this since Beacon! Whenever I'm with you, my heart beats like crazy.. And I might as well be having a heart attack, really. But, I swear—"

"Yang. Stop."

Something had Yang's heart in its grip, crushing it slowly in iron claws. She held her breath.

"Yang, I can't accept this."

She wrapped her arms around herself. One of her fingers picked at a crevice in her mechanical arm. The breath she'd been holding now burned in her throat, spreading down to her lungs. She wanted to be numb. Anything but this.

Weiss covered her face. Though Yang didn't know, Weiss felt like crying just as much. But she gave no other indication of it.

"What in the world would make you think I liked you that way?"

The coldness in her voice made Yang want to take off and run. She recoiled, stepping back. Oh, how she wished she went with never.

"I.. I dunno. I just thought—"

"Thought what..?"

Yang opened her mouth to reply. But she didn't have one. Her shoulders sagged and her eyes dimmed. Hilarious is what she thought of her situation. Pathetic. There she was, thinking Weiss could ever like her that way. And why? Because she was a fool that focused on glances and blushes instead of real facts. Just how.. Childish was she?

She was like Icarus. Took the leap. Didn't think straight. Flew into the sun. Then promptly burst into flames.

Yang sighed.

"Thought nothing," she murmured dejectedly, turning to leave. "Just.. Forget I said anything then."

Weiss uncovered her face, silently watching her leave. With her blotchy red face and tears of regret running down her face.

Only now that it was too late, did she realize just how wrong her move was.

She was just like Neptune now.

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hc: neptune was pretty much brushed off in canon. even though he and jaune had a bro moment and could've been great friends. and even though he and weiss talked about it, but never really became an item. but i like to think he had a silent, but lasting effect on weiss's perception of crushing

y'know, just so i had a situation to relate to

anyways, thank you for reading. and i saved the best piece for last, ofc

— ari

#freezerburnweek #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #day six #heart attack #heartbeat #rwby #shipping

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motleyfuckingcruee · 5 years

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Real Thing (Tommy Lee x reader)

Summary:

From the prompts list: "This is, without a doubt, the dumbest idea you've ever had. Of course i'm in."

Requested:

@teller258316

Warnings:

Language, fluff

SONG THE TITLE IS BASED OFF OF:

Real Thing

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

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Tommy has been in love with you since he turned 15. You two met in high school, and it was like love at first sight. It was like what Tommy's parents had. He was overjoyed at the thought at that. That's all that Tommy ever wanted. A loving relationship like his parents had. And he found it so young.

You and Tommy were together from the time you were 15 to when you were 19. After Tommy started going on tour and the band made it big, he was different. He wasn't the sweet boy you fell in love with. After you found out he'd been spotted making out with multiple groupies, and even stories from Nikki about Tommy having sex with them, you were done with the poofy haired drummer.

You never asked much from Tommy. Just two things. Do not mentally or physically abuse you, and don't cheat on you. You'd think that wouldn't be too much to ask out of a man, but you guess it is.

You left Tommy completely heartbroken one summer night. You left the huge house he bought for the two of you to live in, and never looked back.

You were never with him for the material things. You couldn't care less if you guys ended up living underneath a goddamn bridge. You just wanted Tommy. You wanted all of him. His goofiness and all of his flaws. You loved him with your whole heart. He was your other half.

Seven years later, Vince invited you over to his place for a huge party. You'd managed to keep in touch with the other members of Mötley Crüe, but didn't have anything to do with Tommy. You were hesitant to go, but Vince ultimately talked you into going.

There you met Tommy once again. He was flirting with some other blonde bimbo. That nearly tore your heart in two, but you managed to ignore him. You'd spent the entire night flirting your ass off with Nikki. When Tommy noticed, it obviously pissed him off. He accused you and Nikki of having sex not to long after the band formed. That was obviously not true, but Tommy was dead set on believing you were unfaithful. Oh how ironic that was after the band took off.

Anyways, Tommy ended up getting into a fight with his terror twin. They yelled and screamed at each other, making Vince shut down the party. Tommy threw the first punch, which Nikki skillfully dodged. Nikki had been in one too many fights to let a tipsy Tommy get a hit in. Before you could even register what had happened, Nikki had Tommy pinned down onto the floor. Nikki got Tommy calmed down, then threw you guys into a room with one another. No one would let you out of the room until you guys made up.

It took about an hour for you and Tommy to even acknowledge each other's presence. It only took fifteen minutes for Tommy to break down and apologize for everything. You apologized too. What for? You have no clue. In your mind, since he was apologizing, you needed to apologize too.

At the end of that very long night, you and Tommy ended up back together. You two were the happiest you'd ever been after that.

Four years later of making up for lost time and loving each other, it all lead to this specific moment.

Tommy sits in a circle with his bandmates surrounding him. He has a map laid out in front of him, and a for sure look on his face. Mick looks bored, Nikki looks excited, and Vince looks like he just wants to go get his hair done. Tommy finishes up his very long speech, looking up at his three best friends.

"Tommy," Nikki says. "This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."

Mick laughs. "I don't think it's what you would.consider stupid, Nik."

"To me it is!" Nikki says, looking at Mick with a bewildered expression.

Vince ignores the two men bickering beside him. He leans forward, his eyes full of uncertainty for the drummer. "Are you sure about this, Tom?"

Tommy smiles widely at him. "I've never been more sure about something in my entire life."

"Okay, I'm in," Vince says, grinning at the drummer.

"What about you, Mick?" Tommy asks.

"Of course I'm in, kid," Mick responds. "Let's just get it done quickly, alright?"

"So we should do it tomorrow night?" Tommy's voice is full of excitement.

"That works."

Nearly twenty four hours later, and Tommy is leading you into a hotel room in Australia. You look back at Tom, completely unsure of why you're even there.

"Uh, Tom? This hotel room is way too nice for you to murder me in," You joke.

"Oh ha ha," Tommy laughs dryly. "You're such a comedian."

"Thank you. I try," You giggle, walking over to kiss the tall drummer. "I love you,"

"I love you too," Tommy says, kissing you passionately. "Okay, go put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom. Go out into the lobby and I'll meet you there."

You nod, confused. You did as told, slipping on the gorgeous silver dress that Tommy left you. You walk out into the lobby where Tommy stands, a blindfold in hand. Tommy ties the blindfold around your eyes, leading you out of the hotel.

"Okay, now I know you're gonna murder me," You laugh, holding onto Tommy for dear life.

"Just be quiet," Tommy chuckles.

After a while, Tommy finally stops. He unties the blindfold, a shit eating grin on his face. You gasp as you look at the gorgeous set up on the beach.

The white tent looks like it's made of silk. A bunch of food is scattered on the table, and sitting around it is three of your favorite people. Vince, Nikki, and Mick just sit there smiling. Tommy taps you on the arm, making you turn around.

Your heart nearly stops as you see that he's down on one knee. In his hands, he holds open a velvet box.

"Oh my God," You gasp.

"(Y/N), I've been in love with you since I first saw you fifteen years ago. Even though we were apart for seven years, I still fell in love with you more and more everyday. I missed you like hell. You're everything to me. You're my world. I'm the luckiest fucking guy on he planet for you to be with me. I love you so much. So, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" You yell as you let tears run down your face.

You get down to Tommy's level, kissing him over and over again. You can hear the guys cheering behind you, but you're solely focused on Tommy.

It's the both of you against the world.

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untilthenextencore · 5 years

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Kashmir Pt.1

As usual forever editing~.

Enjoy~!

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Wandering blithely through his castle Robert sighed. It was now just past teatime & Lord Kidderminster had exhausted just about every form of entertainment that he could think to occupy himself, his mind or his time with. His affairs were all but done for the day and yet the day itself was far from done. And since he had decided to extend his morning ride earlier that day, even that beloved pasttime was off the table for the time being.

He had spent the day with his old friend Jimmy, or as he was known in the public sphere Lord Heston of Middlesex. Yet the mercurial older gentleman was not much in the mood for sunny pleasantries - when was he ever~?! - certainly not after he & Robert took their conversation into the library where it was then cut short by the fellow Count picking up a hefty, rather ancient looking tome off of one shelf & becoming quickly invested. When Robert jokingly asked if Jimmy would like to be left alone with his "new precious little thing" he was surprised - only initially - to find that the answer was a yes. And so he left "Old Blackbeard" to his own ever mysterious devices.

Suffice to say that Lord Heston's company left a lot to be desired that day...

Gazing out his window for what felt like the umpteenth time that day, Robert was stunned to find that the light rain that had been falling for some time, had recently ceased, giving the surrounding fields an almost dreamy haze. Mystical. The light from the sun peeking through & refracting through the lingering haze, shattering into shards of color that reached out into the misty air.

Through the mists Robert saw movement by a nearby pond. Intruders! Hooligans! Drunkards! No... Wait... Women... Girls in fact!... Young girls at that!... Two of them... A blonde & a brunette... Both dressed in while brief slip dresses until all of a sudden one wasn't. "Oh!" Robert gasped at the sight. She slipped out of her slip dress, laying it on the grass nearby as she dipped into the pond squealing a bit at the cold & then motioning for her dark haired friend to do the same. Robert watched the scene with rapt attention unaware that his lips were parting with the rasped request. "Oh, please God, yes!"

Indeed, outside at the pond the young strawberry blonde Sibella or Sibby was indeed trying to get her young dark haired friend Charissa or Rissa to join her. "C'mon, Rissa!" She laughed, splashing about both to acclimate to the cold water & to tease her shyer friend. They had started the day in gauzy white dresses with crowns made of little pink and white flowers. Her dress had since been discarded after the freak midday shower, both of their flower crowns bleeding petals into their hair.

Rissa gazed warily at her bold young friend, now as naked as the day she was born. She folded her right arm across her midsection, hand braced against the crook of her elbow. "I don't know, Sibby... This is an awfully big place here... Whoever owns this place probably owns this little pond thing too. Get dressed. Maybe we should go?"

Sibby just scoffed." Oh my God! You're such a scaredy cat! You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?" Rissa gazed at Sibby in confusion, leading to another incredulous scoff from the older girl.

"This place is Wolverhampton Manor! A bit away from Wolverhampton true but it is so named due to that being a favored haunt of the owner of this manor, Count K also known as Count Robert Plant, Robert Anthony Plant Lord Kidderminster of Worcestershire. His dearest friends included a driver who came into a title from a distant relative Count John Henry Bonham, Lord Clewer of Berkshire. And the most notorious rakehell of his day Count James Patrick Page Lord Heston of Middlesex."

The list of names and titles and places made Rissa's head spin, prompting her to exclaim with an incredulous laugh. "How do you know these things?!"

Sibby just shrugged. "I read about it in study hall once. Fastest I've ever gone through a history book in my life! Shame they're all gone now. From what I've heard they were gorgeous men the lot of them. But a lot of rumors surround them all. Things you wouldn't believe!"

"I bet." Rissa laughed. "What else could get you to read a history book so fast?"

This made Sibby laugh. "Yeah. Well, c'mon! You don't even have to undress if you don't want to. Just hop in!"

"Oh, all right!" Rissa sighed through her laughter. At last the ever irrepressible Sibby had won!

At last Rissa dipped into the pond, inching in until it was at chest height, the same as dear Sibby. She shivered intermittently as she acclimated to the chilly water herself before casting a quick look at her surroundings, musing with a wry grin that she hoped veiled her still frazzled nerves. "I could swear I saw the curtains up in the manor shift a little. In a room or two. Not sure."

Sibby just grinned. "You just hit one of the rumors I've heard on the head!"

"What?" Rissa hushed.

"Well..." Sibby looked around herself as if she were sharing a secret in a crowded room & not the open field bereft of anyone but them that they were in. She then leant in & spoke also in a hush, this one a bit more excited. "They say that the Counts were all part of this thing called the Order of Kashmir..."

...

Back in the library Jimmy was laid down on the exquisite bearskin rug, the heavy, cracked, leather-bound volume beside him. His eyes were closed, all of his senses were focused on the room around him.

Shifting was a difficult skill to master, even with his centuries of experience in magick, & required full concentration, & full synchronisation with the magician’s environment. One had to taste, scent, touch, see & hear the magick in the air. See with the heart & the mind, see with internal eyes. The desired shape must appear as real before the magician as his own hands before his own eyes.

It was fiercely complicated, & shifting into the Hermit came with its own set of dangers. The spirit of the Hermit was notoriously possessive of magicians & querents, & if not approached respectfully, humbly, or honestly, could be killed trying to divine his wisdom.

He could feel the shift beginning, the air taking in true texture around him, wrapping him in, binding the consciousness of Lord Heston in place, allowing the rest of him to merge with the Hermit, physically & mentally.

When he next opened his eyes, he could feel the changes, the new form. The Hermit craved sunlight, needing to regenerate his form, leading him to the ceiling-length window, surveying the now-damp meadows sparkling in the sunlight.

A darting flash near the pond, a subsequent splash drew their eye. Two young ladies splashing about in the sun-warming water, their giggles echoing even to them in the library.

Golden faerie maidens. Theirs the purest of magicks, the strongest potential of the senses.

Both of them - the Hermit & Lord Heston - felt deep stirrings at the sight of the splashing maids, one stirring at the magickal pull of the girls, the other stirring at the more erotic potential of such youth & beauty.

...

Robert could hardly tear himself away from the window in his room as he watched the girls frolic & splash about. Both of them were finally in the water, laughing & talking, though he could not quite make out what was being said. Both young ladies were, he could tell, in the ripeness of health & youth, all curves & soft skin, reminding him of his own glowing memories of springtime swims in the pond, as well as the interludes that often followed such swims in later years.

He licked at his dry lips, considering how he might entice them to explore the grounds further. He wondered if they’d discovered his apple & lemon orchards yet... Both were in full bloom, both his apples & lemons deliciously ripe & sweet... The scents were legendary for perfuming the countryside in high spring & summer - if the girls had not found it, he knew they surely would soon. Perhaps then, he might introduce himself to them...

...

"Order of Kashmir?" Came the reply from Rissa along with another curious look.

"Yes. They called it the Order of Kashmir. A list of nobility at the time - a relatively small list but a list no less - all were said to have joined this secret order that gave them powers or something. Vampires. Immortal spirits or the like. They say people still spot them around the grounds and areas of their old Manors, Castles & Haunts. All around the world there are sightings of the Counts and others said to be in the Order. Kashmirites some call them. Kashmirite Sightings. They're in all the papers. Especially gossip rags though."

"The same ones that talk of UFOs, Big Foot & the Loch Ness Monster?" Charissa snickered.

"Seriously! Though I have to admit after reading about the Order I was kind of hoping that in making this trip that we could maybe have a chance at catching... At finding... At sighting a few Kashmirites... Look!" She pulled a scrap of paper from her pocketbook nearby. It had a picture - a collage - of the Kashmirites. Messrs. Lords. Page. Plant. Bonham. Jones. Coverdale. Beck. The list went on. Sibby then showed Charissa her latest books that she had been carrying on the subject. One was a rundown on the lives of the mysterious Lords. The other was on the Order of the Kashmir as a whole & Kashmirites as a subject. Charissa was nothing less than stunned. "Well! I'll be darned!"

"Mmm-hmm..." Sibby nodded. "They say the ringleader of sorts or at least the one the deepest into the order, higher up in the ranks or something, was Rakehell Page. He was said to be like a wizard or something!"

Charissa couldn't help but laugh at this now, prompting Sibby's squealed reply. "I'm serious! Seriously! Seriously, Rissa! He--..."

Whatever her next words were to be as a loud clap of thunder sounded, emanating seemingly from above the Manor as another sheet of rain began to fall over the grounds. This prompted the two young girls to shriek & scurry to climb out of the pond. Sibby hurried into her dress. Charissa helped Sibby gather her books. Sibby in return helped Rissa out of her dress so the two of them could wring it out, where she then began to help her friend back into it. She had only barely managed to get the dress to cover the peaks of Charissa's breasts when...

Just then...

A male voice called out to them...

"Well, well, well... What's all this now?..."

The two girls whipped their heads in the direction of the voice where they were met by the sight of a tall, regal looking gentleman all flowing blonde curls, turquoise jewelry & long flowing cape draped over his shoulders. Steel blue eyes pierced them both as dimples popped both near the corners of his upwardly curving mouth & in the center of his chin as he teased them with a wry Cheshire Cat grin. "To what do I owe this extreme pleasure?" His eyes raked over their bodies with those words. Sibby's with her dress clinging to her in places & Rissa with hers hardly on, barely over her nipples revealing the expanse of creamy curved flesh below. This she remedied quickly, hurriedly taking over from Sibby & pulling her dress back down in a huff, face burning with the heat of both his gaze & her subsequent blush.

When the girls couldn't manage to do more in response to his question than gape, stammer & stumble over their words, a great many of which were "Um... Uh... Well... I... We... You see... I, uh--... Ahem..." He just chuckled, holding two other capes out to them. "Come now, loves. It's frightful out here." He crossed over & draped the rich, warm fabrics over their trembling forms as he draped an arm around each of them, leading them ahead towards the door. "Let's go inside & see if we can't get you warmed up."

The girls nodded shyly, not sure of what to do past that. But as they neared the door to the Manor, Rissa turned towards Sibby & hushed one word where only she could hear, motioning almost imperceptibly to the tall, striking, dimpled blonde gentleman in between them. "Nessie~..."

...

The storm had come again, in earnest this time, the thunder drowning out the pained gurgling scream from the library. Both the Hermit & Lord Heston had been stirred by the sight of the girls, Lord Heston the most, & had summarily lost control of the shift, causing a physically painful, albeit temporary, rending of the shared consciousness.

The Hermit retreated further inward to maintain balance, as Lord Heston gathered himself in kind, the pain fading, but the memory keen.

The brunette had been worth such a blow, however. Lush, sweet softness beneath such a delicate frock... the unexpected surprise of her innocent nakedness stirring Heston to half-hardness...

And the wretched timing of the lord of the manner! Scooping up both maidens in one fell swoop, undoubtedly promising them sweet porridge & hot tea, promising to dry their frocks at his fireside, as the three of them romped & frolicked in his bed. No doubt that by nightfall, Robert would have two new beauties to count among his wives & lovers, fully turned & waiting for their own feasts.

He would have damned The Hermit himself, had he been able to do so easily. No, he had chosen to take this form today, this hour, not knowing the girls had been on the estate. No, if he desired one, he & Robert would simply have to share. And indeed the shyer, dark-haired beauty already haunted their mind, awakened a delicious need in Heston’s entire being, & intrigued the Hermit’s sensitive intuition. Both of them desired to see the girl, & they would do so, whether Robert liked it or not.

...

Robert led the girls through the door & into the palatial manor which was lit by a litany of candles in in little holders tucked into nooks carved in the wall, chandeliers, candelabras and candlesticks everywhere. It gave the whole place a warm, inviting glow along with a warmth that was only amplified by the fire roaring in the fireplace. He had large, fluffy towels laid out for them of which he grabbed two, handing one to each girl. "Here you are, loves. Care for a spot of tea? Might help you warm up after getting caught in such a dreadful storm."

"Thank you." Came the girl's response in unison. Both were standing still gazing around at their environs in complete shock. Charissa was the first to move slightly, only to pat herself dry with the towel. A slight moan fell from her lips at the feel of the softness of the fabric against her skin, followed by another from Sibby when she did the same.

Robert couldn't help but to grin at that, dimples popping as he laughed. "Feelin better already, eh? Well come, sit." He removed his cloak as well as those of the ladies, chuckling as they promptly covered themselves with their towels, draping them over their shoulders & carefully perching on more towels laid out on a settee opposite him & his large stately chair. He went about pouring their tea to their specifications which they mumbled out while still in a state of shock about it all. It was all very innocent, their surroundings very comforting & their host was nothing if not charming but they still couldn't help but stare at him openly, try as they might to hide it. It led Robert to perk an eyebrow at the two maidens as he handed them their cups. "Hmmm? What? What is it? Is there something on my face? I certainly hope not?" He teased with a smile, feeling around his cheeks, patting them playfully.

"No!" Again the response came in unison. Before they traded off every few words. Sibby first. "No, it's... It's not that... It's... It's just..." And then Charissa. "...She thinks you look like someone... Someone quite familiar..."

"Oh?" Robert tilted his head. "Someone you know?" And then his eyes fell to the books clutched in their little hands. Ah-ha!

"I see... Interested in the Kashmirites are you? Is that how you found yourselves here? Seeking things related to the Order? Counts? Count Kidderminster? Lord Kidderminster and all?"

The replies were now mixed. Sibby was seemingly contrite, ashamed at her inquisitive nature, her nosiness. She dropped her head & nodded, admitting in a small voice. "Yes..." Charissa was nothing if not firm however, shaking her head. "No!" Then taking her contrite friend's admission into account she relayed the following to the now snickering blonde man. "She was. I just came as a tagalong so she wouldn't be alone."

Robert nodded thoughtfully, still with a trace of the teasing smirk on his lips. "I see. And would that be who you think I resemble by any chance, dears? Ah! Now that I think of it... I've never even asked your name! How dreadfully rude of me! Please forgive me... Praytell what are your names, ladies?"

He finally got his answer as to who the maidens - who he was fighting the urge to lick his lips as he took in the sight of them in those damp, filmy white frocks which clung to them just so - were. It was only fair that he caught their names since he was currently contemplating them as prospective bed partners. He got a "Charissa." From the shy brunette. And a "Sibella." From the curious blonde. The brunette growing curious herself, only enough to ask the obvious. "And you are~?..."

Robert couldn't help but grin at that. As his grin peaked, another clap of thunder sounded startling the two girls into jumping into each other's arms with a shriek. Robert felt his urges rising. That was the cause of the thunder. His deep seated urges were awakening to them. Senses on high. He hungered for them. Both of them. Their innocence. Their energy. Their pureness. Pure energy. Purity both of heart & of spirit. It intoxicated him. He swore he could smell it.

He got a scent of peaches and cherries from them. Mingled with that was a hint of apples and lemons. Signs that they belonged here? Were meant to be here? He wasn't exactly sure. He'd worry about that later. Maybe he'd ask Pagey later.

But wait...

PAGEY!...

The storm...

The way it started...

Grew so intense so soon...

Centering over his house...

His castle...

High above the one tower in the center...

The one that contained the library...

The library that contained Pagey & that one mysterious tome of his...

The library which was now emitting strange energies to him...

Pagey always had a strange energy to him...

But this...

This here...

This...

This was different...

This was...

This was like Pagey but on a whole new level!

He couldn't put his finger on it but the vibrations that Pagey was now emitting were strange... Too strange...

Even for him...

And it all started with the arrival of these girls...

Thinking back he realized the window from the library also faced out towards the pond that the girls had frolicked in...

Had Pagey seen them too?

He found himself laughing internally at the question. A bittersweet laugh that turned into a low growl of a single word spoken under his breath as he grit his teeth & balled his fist up, sending back an energy of his own, protective, defensive & yes even a bit greedy towards his newfound houseguests.

The word. Simple. It was a place.

A place that he wished a certain dark haired friend of his were still residing in just then. Preferably locked away in a different tower in a different castle at that. Or even dungeon knowing his reputation.

"Heston..."

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May I request a fanfic where Sonic suddenly realizes he's in love with Amy? I've always pictured it happening to him gradually until one day it hits him, "Oh man I love her don't I?" Sorry if you've done something similar before. Thank you for your time!

…. Oh boy! I’m excited! but this is a tough one… I also agree it would take time and come gradually but…

I also believe he’s always falling for her, but that he fights the thought of ever being ‘in love’ with anyone. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Let’s see now… do I start with him being older and coming to a strange thought about being in love with her? Or…

Oh~~~~

I like the Or.

(x) I’m a sucker for Classic Sonamy xD It’s so cute and precious~

Prompt:

Amy walked into her small home just off the side of an ocean, pushing her butt up against the door to close it while she brought in wild ingredients she harvested from a small garden she had planted a ways away.

It had been a long time since she entered that fighting tournament to meet her hero again, and even longer since she had even seen or heard anything concerning-

“Sonic!” she gasped.

Sitting at her table, flipping through her open tarot cards, was the blue hero himself.

She blushed, leaning back in mostly surprise before happily throwing the basket up and placing her hands together at the side of her face, hearts in her eyes.

‘He found my home! I knew he could!’ she swooned, before the basket came down and obscured her vision, making her wobble a bit before pushing it up and looking back at him.

He looked over to her, as if nothing was amiss. “Yo.” he stated, and went back to the cards, placing some down. “What does this mean?”

“Ah..” he hadn’t seen her in an awfully long time… and all he was going to say was ‘yo, what does this mean’?

She pouted a little, puffing up a side of her cheek and folding her arms, before thrusting them down in annoyance at how rude that was.

Wasn’t he happy to see her too?

She came over to the couch, looking at his arrangement.

“Ah!” she noticed her own arrangement from this morning and quickly messed it up, compiling the cards up but not touching the ones he’d placed down. “So embarrassing!” she thought her house a mess, even though it was well presented and organized.

She held the piled of tarot cards messily placed into her hands over her face, shaking herself side to side in a cutely shy fashion.

He just stared at her, before looking back at his arrangement. “What’d it say?”

She peeked above the cards, and then smacked them down to the table, “Ohh, you could at least tell me first how you found me! O-or why~

He just leaned back, kicking his feet up to the table and draping one over the other, rubbing his nose and closing his eyes to relax a bit.

“You hollered out where you lived, remember?”

Amy twitched, the cards flying everywhere around her as her eyes turned white with shock. “I… I did?” she barely squeaked out.

“Yeah. Half the town heard ya.” Sonic moved his finger that was itching his nose to now scratch and poke inside his ear, twisting it a bit before he yawned and peeked an eye open. “I figured I’d check up on ya. Make sure no weirdos burst into your house or somethin’.”

That was over a year ago.

“H-huh? Weirdos?.. ah!” she suddenly opened her mouth wide, realizing…

She raced to her window, and gasped as she looked in the other room.

“You came in through my window!” she cried out, seeing the pots smashed and the dirt from his feet all over her kitchen floor.

Her face slouched down as a few quills stood out of place, giving her a drained look, “You’re the one who crashed into my house..” she groaned to herself, before turning around and seeing him looking at a card, turning it over and examining it again, before showing it to her.

“Hey, tell me what this means.” he asked once more, but instead of annoyed, Amy just sighed and conceeded.

“Well, I suppose boys will be boys. Hehe~” she figured it was his eagerness to see her that he took such routes to get in, and seemed to think of it as a compliment. (Author’s note: Don’t let people break into your house, even if you like them, please. lol)

She plopped right down next to him and scooted over, looking at the three arrangements of cards he had.

“Hmm… I don’t think you did it right.” she stated, and leaned over him to get to the cards.

Without her noticing… Sonic watched her as she leaned over, staring at her face a moment…

Unknown to her, he had silently and mysteriously missed her along his travels. He wasn’t sure why, but he just felt like a friendly visit wouldn’t hurt none.

With Eggman’s whereabouts unknown, he took the opportunity to seek her out.

The townsfolk were the hardest obstacles… Sonic was embarrassed to ask about a girl he had only met a few times already, and one who seemed overly fond of him too.

Luckily, only some of the townsfolk knew Amy only vaguely, and didn’t question his looking for her.

But sadly… others knew of her obsession, apparently, with him. And they snickered and would tease that he wanted to know where she lived.

He had stifled a comeback here and there.. twitching at trying to practice some self-discipline, but in a sense… he was desperate to see her again.

The real reason he wanted to see her?

He continued to let her lean over, arranging and doing her tarot, voodoo, whatever thing as he looked at the way her quills bent, her eyelashes curled, and even how that long sash around her head could so neatly tie up at the end behind her head.

She was cute, but there had to be something more than that.

Why did her name and face just… pop into his head all of a sudden?

He was resting after a while of nothin’, no leads, no real action happening, and suddenly remembered the first time he saw her.

Without pushing the idea away for a moment, he thought back on her and the time they had together… something was special about her.

What was it?

That’s why he had found her. He had to know, for himself anyway.

What was so special about the memory of Amy Rose?

“There!” she leaned up, right when his eyelids furrowed in his thoughts, before he turned to look at the table neatly put together again.

She giggled, “Okay, take the first three cards from the top.” she instructed.

He looked at her funny, his ears moving slightly forward in suspicion, before doing so.

“Great! Now put them down like so.” Amy pointed out a finger and placed it on the table, as he seemed kinda bored by the instruction and quickly placed the cards down.

She giggled.

“What!?” he quickly sat up, moving his arms up as he turned to her, looking slightly frustrated she wasn’t telling him what the deal was. “Hey! Don’t keep it to yourself! It’s my fortune, tell me!”

She continued to laugh, liking his reaction as he suddenly puffed and sat back, folding his arms and pouting like a little kid.

“Hehe, sorry! It says you like to jest to flirt. And you don’t care who hears it, just as long as they smile!” she beamed, and for a moment, he forgot her ‘obviously wrong’ interpretation to stare at the smile…

He remembered that smile…

It was that smile.. that…

His eyes widened.

“That’s it!” he leaned forward, arms out.

It was her smile!

He missed her smile!

“Ah… do… do you believe me now?” she tilted her head, not sure what he was talking about.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on the comfy couch, nodding to himself. “Yep, that must be it.”

“…Um… Do you jest with a lot of girls?” she sweat dropped, hoping that not the case.

He nodded again. “Has to be.” he told himself, still on his train of thought and just speaking out loud.

Her body suddenly rose with flames, showing her true opinion about that statement. “Emmmm… HMPH!” She puffed up a side of her cheek and swished it away from him.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a casonova! Although… I could see why girls would fawn over you day in and day out… being so cool and famous as you are~ Teehee~” she seemed to look away and fantasize for a moment, before putting her two hands up by her cheeks, but then turning around swiftly back at him to glare. “You better not cheat on me.” she warned.

He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and looked back to her, blinking, “Hmm? Hmm.” he narrowed his eyes, not caring about missing the conversation she was on.

He whipped his hand back, spun to be on top of the back of the couch, and stood firmly, arms folded together.

“Hey, Amy. Want to go for a ride?” he smiled, looking down at her.

“Huh? A ride?” Amy blinked, looking up at him before grinning and blushing, turning away to hide her face again.

For a moment, he thought he said something off, and tilted his head, “Huh? What’s wrong? Don’t you miss riding along with me?” He bent his body down but remained perfectly balanced as his feet kept a firm stance on the couch’s ridge.

“Hehehe~ It’s not that! I’d love to come!” she threw her arms up, moving to face the couch’s back and look back up at him as he leaned up.

“It’s just… my fortune today! It said that I should accept an unexpected invitation today! And then you showed up.” she blushed again and turned her face. “It really is destiny, isn’t it?”

Sonic thought about that briefly, before offering her his hand. “Well, I don’t know about destiny, but I sure do think your smile is pretty.” he didn’t seem to have any trouble saying that.

She looked back up, her face bright red as she kicked her feet out and squee’d into her hands.

“You really think so, Sonic?~

“What? Most girls are.”

“Ah, you’re so- wait.” she suddenly moved her hands down, looking annoyed by that comment. “Ohhh!” she leaned up, glaring up at his face that had to move speedily before the two accidentally collided.

So close to her face.. .he barely paid attention to what she was talking about as memories from before flooded his mind again… What’d he do after he saved her again..?

“You better not be picking up other girls for joyrides, Sonic! I’m your future bride, remember? No other girl should be as cute as me!”

“I didn’t say cute. I said pretty.” Sonic continued to stare… her expression, mannerisms,… everything she did was so full of life. It reminded him of something…

“Ohhh!!! You better not! I’m warning you, mister!” she flailed her arms around, being upset he would say such things, especially if he was saying them to other girls.

He suddenly smiled, his eyebrows lifting to a more tender and… kind nature.

“Be right back.” he winked, putting a pointer finger up and leaning away from her face.

He dashed off, a sudden excitement sprang in his chest that he wasn’t fully aware of before, but pulled him to take action.

She blinked, not sure what he was doing, but lowered her head to the back of the couch, pouting. “And there he goes again…” she sighed and drooped her eyelids. “There goes my hero again~ Ahh~ I missed him so much~

“You’re back!”

“Em-hmm. Here.” he held up a flower. “There’s a full meadow of these growing not too far from here. They kinda remind me of you.” he stated, being a bit more… honest than he ever had been before.

“Oh! A meadow!”

There it was. That smile he had silently missed for so long.

He smiled too, seeing her face glow like these flowers usually do. So full of life as they sway in the wind, rapidly losing petals as if trying to escape the ground through it.

He walked up, jumped, and placed the flower by her ear. “Come on. It won’t take long.” he hoped it wouldn’t pass to quickly either.

“Here, I’ll catch you. Like before.” he stepped two paces back, and held out his hands. “Trust me, I won’t drop ya.” he winked, charmingly.

She couldn’t believe it, this time, instead of her tracking him down, he had found her! And now, he’s taking her off to some adorable meadow to do some cute coupley things and they were going to live happily ever after and she would kiss his cheek and say ‘I do’ and ahhh~

She immediately jumped into the air.

Sonic positioned himself, and gladly caught her.

Her light weight in his arms brought back more pleasant memories.

“Alright, looks like we’re set.”

“Em!” she nodded, “Just like your fortune!”

“M-my fortune?” Sonic turned back, “What was that again?”

“Hehe, it said more than jesting, silly.” she batted her eyes, making him suddenly grow a little nervous.

“Uhh…” he suddenly sweat dropped. What did she think they were going to do in the meadow…?

He just wanted to enjoy the smile, she just wanted to give him a smile~

But it was certain, as Sonic ran off, and Amy explained, “It said you were all set to go! That there was nothing else you needed now but a cheery grin on your face!”

He knew it wasn’t his grin he needed to equip himself with for this journey.

It’s was hers.

“Huh, I wonder if this is what’s it’s like.” he stated, racing ahead.

“What, what’s like?” she was laughing a moment ago, enjoying the fast speeds like a roller-coaster.

He looked down at her.

“…Hmm…” he scrunched up his face.

Her?

“W-what?” She blinked up, innocently, having no idea…

He rolled his eyes up to the side, smiling and keeping it his little secret.

“Nuuuuthin’.” he stated, watching the fainted blue sky stretch across the plain as he ran her and that pretty smile to the meadow.

But he knew.

He always knew then.

Laying down to rest and watching her spin around and then lay opposite of him, their heads touching, looking up and then laughing or talking about the beautiful butterflies, the many pictures in the clouds, and the whole time listening to her sweet voice cry out in laughter, a melody he didn’t know he’d grown so fond of.

He knew.

He knew at last.

But that wasn’t going to change anything.

Only that he wouldn’t lose track of where she was again.

Just in case…

He got that urge to see her smile again.

He looked up, stopping himself from chuckling and feeling her head move up and down as she continued to give a beautiful open smile and laugh some more.

He smiled calmly too, blinking slowly.

Just in case.

———-

“And that’s where I come in~”

*Snicker snicker snicker*

(EGGMAN. NO. 3D: )

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