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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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fictionissocialinquiry · 3 years

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FISI’s Favourite Zutara Fics

A lil late for ZFAW’s Saturday prompt, sorry about that! Haven’t had any internet over the weekend. But better late than never!

I’m not gonna lie… a lot of these are angsty af. But I promise you they’re not gratuitous angst! They’re well written, beautiful stories that will make you feel like a better person for having read them. These are my favourite all time fics, ones I’ve read more than once and will continue to read (even though I’m taking a week break from fandom and fic).

Multi-Chaptered Fics

The Sparrowkeet Series by audreyii_fic

To be honest, this story’s summary doesn’t do it justice so I ain’t including it. Originally a one shot, Sparrowkeet is headcanon for me now. Move over canon, this is where it’s at. Audreyii_fic’s characterisation, world building, and writing is exquisite. It’s incredible. She manages to channel the same fun and whimsical energy from the show while allowing the characters to grow and develop to places I wish they had actually been taken.

This one is a fandom Must Read and one I return to regularly.

Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow by sadladybug

It is not the memorial she deserves, nor the one she would want. But it can't be helped. He owns no property in the other nations, and he needed to keep her close. Closer than she was in life, anyway.

Zuko's reflections on a life lived and a life that could have been.

This is one of the best written fics I’ve ever read. It’s tragic and deep and will hurt you in all the tender places but you would be doing yourself a favour if you read this. There’s a real bittersweet feeling to it and the love between them is just… urg, visceral.

Lovable by LadyCharity

Zuko knew that he could not save Azula. He could only try to forgive her. Fittingly enough, those two were one in the same.

I love stories that make Zutara their centerpiece but every now but then a story like this comes along. A story where their relationship builds almost incidentally because the plot and character development straight up hijack your emotions. I got so invested in this story. Zuko is amazingly well characterised and his complicated thoughts and feelings around his father and Azula are incredibly well written!

One Shots

Lunar Ephemerality by @formerlygoldilocks (goldilocks23)

After multiple failed attempts on his life and years of self-set expectations, Fire Lord Zuko is a shell of the man he used to be. But Katara won't turn her back on those who need her.

I really didn’t expect this to hit as hard as it did. This straight up snuck up on me, fly-kicked my feelings, and by the end I had written an 800 word comment that was too big for AO3 and I had to contact the author directly to send it to her. Awkward. I couldn’t help myself. The side to Katara we see here is so good, her empathy and love for her friends are one of the things I love seeing most in AtLA fanfic. I’m a sucker for Zuko having complete breakdowns and having to piece himself back together too. So sue me. I like it when they suffer a lil bit. The writing is absurdly good and I will be keeping an eye out for any new stories by goldilocks23!

31 Minutes by @ifyouwereamelodymeg

It's quite astounding, really, how quickly she's learned to translate him. They've spent a grand total of zero time together outside of training, and he's hardly big on chat so she knows next to nothing about his life.

But she knows him, probably better than she knows anyone at the moment – with every tap of his fingers, every crook of his lips, every turn in his voice, he just...

He makes sense to her. It's weird.

I’m a sucker for fic writers playing with style to make the story pop and boyo does this fic deliver. This is one of the rare times that I’ve been dumbstruck at the end of a story— I just couldn’t accept the ending. Because I’m a sucker for pain, (and this story will bring The Pain) I loved it. The ease of Zuko and Katara’s growing relationship in this bowls you over, it’s absolutely beautiful and you find yourself nodding along emphatically when Zuko calls himself an idiot for waiting… “Life’s short, kids, live each moment as though it could be your last,” says this fic as it pulls my heart out and dropkicks it off a cliff.

i count to five (and life passes by) by @markedmage

Five heartbeats.

I still haven’t forgiven Mage for this one. I think it’s the best thing she’s written to date! I mean, tragic and painful and heart-rending but holy shit is it powerful <3

The Lake of the Dismal Swamp by @thewhiitelotus

Spook af. Spook (horror) is real hard to do well but thewhiitelotus is coming for your goosebumps and those shivers down your spine. She has a way of balancing beautiful, evocative imagery with action (in this and other stories of her) that just keeps you reading!

Calloused by @rideboldlyride

Iroh hadn’t been able to watch. The pure horror of a man - a father- burning their child for a slight infraction... He couldn’t do anything to stop it, but he will stop his brother from destroying entirely the kind boy he knew Zuko could be.

This is a painfully underappreciated fic for how great the characterisation is. I know we in the zutara fandom tend to not read stories that aren’t Zuko/Katara centric as often but do yourself the favour of reading this (or listening to it: RideBoldlyRide has done us the gift of recording a podfic for this and it’s stupidly *good*). This story is Iroh confronting Ozai just after he burns Zuko’s face and it kicks.

four days and three nights by @hinaoyamas (lettersfromnowhere)

Zuko discovers firsthand that nothing is more fleeting than happiness, or more enduring than memory.

Do you like reading stories with a distant, omniscient narrator? The kind that read like a myth from the ancient world? Welp, hit the hyperlink, friend, cause this one’s for you. Not only is the writing exquisite but the characterisation and painful inevitability of the plot is grade A.

For the Fire Nation by tullyblue12

He falls in love with her for his country before he falls in love with her for himself. A Zuko/Katara AU that explores how love and duty aren’t always mutually exclusive.

There are about 40,000 exquisite lines in this story but here is just one of my favourites: “He falls in love with her for his country first. That’s what his people never understand.” This fic says a lot with so few words, which is something I really look up to! In 2,800 words, tullyblue12 does what some 100,000k fics cant: They make you feel.

Guide Me Home by Rashaka

To sleep, perchance to dream. Katara and Zuko find a friendship they never expected in a place that seemed impossible.

This is a one shot I will forever wish for a continuation of. The setup is just… so juicy. There’s a real sorrowful innocence to this story that the unique short, dialogue only scenes really punch home. I know some people don’t like dialogue only fics but when done well like in this one, it leaves you with the impression of something deeper than a 1,185 word fic has any right to!

Other Favourites!

Hopeless by tullyblue12 — Kids grow up fast when a cruel world awaits them. In times of hopelessness, Katara and Zuko grow together. In times of separation, they hope to see each other again.

Speechless by goldilocks23 — Zuko has a medical condition. Or: Zuko speaks in haiku at inappropriate times.

Don’t Follow Me Down by eleventy7 — Katara is the dread queen of the underworld, ruler of the dead, destined to reign her cold kingdom alone. Until a sun god catches her eye. A Hades/Persephone retelling with incredible writing.

I Don't Speak Meow Language by @botherkupo (Boogum) — In which Zuko adopts a cat and Katara just wonders what spirits she pissed off to deserve this fate.

I have the privilege of being friends with some of these authors (they know who they are) and am in near daily awe and gratitude for the works of free fiction they provide us, the fandom. And not just any old stories: Guys... Really good ones!! Can I ask that if you go check out these fics, can you just drop a kudos or a comment their way? If you’re feeling shy just copy and paste this into the comments box anonymously: “WOW! Loved this! Thank you so much for writing it!”

I know it would mean the world to this talented bunch <3

#ZFAW #Fic Rec #favourite zutara fanfics of all time #zutara #atla

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deonideatta · 3 years

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@ohcoolnice @whyyoudo I couldn't get the concept of han seok and junwoo being two different people out of my head so on this vincenzo-less sunday I give you a loose rewrite of canon where jun woo is the third jang brother and han seok's twin!

They were born jang han seok and jang han sol, and han seok is the older twin. They were separated when they were very young, because of han seok and an incident which ended up with han sol in the hospital. It was supposed to be temporary, but one of the house staff took pity on the poor child and smuggled him away. His name was changed to jun woo and they didn't find him again until both him and han seok were adults

They grew up very differently, han seok under the jang family, tormenting han seo and becoming the unhinged, solitary figure we all know and hate, and jun woo in an adopted family somewhere across the country into the dorky, sweet intern we knew for a bit and loved

Both of them somehow ended up spending time in america, though neither knew and they never met. Han seok because his father sent him there and jun woo because he got a scholarship to go to university there

Very few people now know about han seok himself, much less his twin brother. Before han seok's chairman takeover, most people think han seo is the only jang child

Jun woo knows he has a twin brother, but he doesnt know who he is. He can't remember his name or his face, or those of his real family. When he receives an offer for a job at wusang, he takes it as a learning opportunity and accepts

The only one who has all the cards is han seok, and so when he hears that jun woo has become an intern at wusang he decides its time to play them

So he spends people to observe and record jun woo, and after things start heating up and chayenzo declares war on babel, he kidnaps and threatens him, and tells him that he has to let him cosplay as him so that he can scope out the increasing threat

This is not how jun woo had ever thought meeting his long lost twin brother would go. He tries to put up a fight, but han seok hits him in the stomach with the hockey stick he's wielding like some kind of ancient weapon so hard that he spits out blood, and that takes the fight out of him

Han seok crouches down in front of jun woo and stares him in the eye, and it's like looking into a mirror except his reflection is staring at him with chillingly blank eyes.

It's the same for han seok, except his reflection looks back with open terror. The feeling it gives him is unpleasant and han seok doesn't like seeing weakness like that on a face that could pass for his own. But if he wants to get what he wants, he can't harm his twin too much just yet

Visually they're identical, so han seok passes perfectly for jun woo. He doesn't get all his mannerisms right at first, but with practice basically no one can tell the difference unless they look hard enough to notice that han seok's eyes are always empty even when he's copying jun woo's biggest grin.

A part of han seok feels a flash of jealousy at the fact that his twin has had a pleasant and fulfilling life while he's had to live neglected in the shadows for so long, so he takes extra satisfaction in the way jun woo's face falls when he appears in front of him for the first time dressed in his work attire, indistinguishable from jun woo on the average week day, backpack and all.

To spite him even further, han seok mimics his cheery, enthusiastic way of speaking, smiling so widely that it's mocking, and embraces the glee that jun woo's downtrodden expression gives him

He does hate having to curl his hair to copy jun woo's usual hairstyle though

At this point han seo finds out he has a second older brother, because han seok wants him to be able to continue to act normal and not freak out if he sees him cosplaying as jun woo

This brother is identical to his other one but actually really nice to him and it's both incredible and completely terrifying. It takes han seo a while to warm up to jun woo because he looks so much like han seok, as well as for fear of han seok's reaction, but he gets there

Whenever they meet (usually bc of han seok) the two bond over their shared fear and hatred of han seok. There's twice the himbo power. Incredible

Jun woo had had no idea that he had a younger (half) brother, and his heart goes out to him for having to live under han seok's abuse for so long

So he makes an effort to get to know han seo when han seok isn't around to yell at them. Han seo appreciates this a lot, because jun woo is like han seok on his incredibly rare good days except much better and all the time

Being a veteran at Handling Han SeokTM, he gives jun woo tips on how to get on han seok's good side and avoid getting things thrown at you

Jun woo tells han seo that one day when they get free of han seok they should take a trip to disneyland. Han seo, who has never been to an amusement park before, makes him promise it

Han seok's babel boss reveal presentation goes more or less the same way, except it's also a twin reveal and choi myung hee and mr han have to deal with the fact that not only is their intern the babel chairman's twin brother, but they have also been switching places regularly

Meanwhile cha young, who is out there living her best anti big pharma life, thinks jun woo is acting weird. Some days he's super bubbly, almost too bubbly, and on other days he's more subdued, seemingly a bit on edge.

Biggest red flag comes when she, him and vincenzo eat spicy food together

The spicy food tolerance gene missed han seok altogether and endowed han seo and jun woo with its power

So though he doesn't protest when cha young orders the extremely spicy dish jun woo usually gets for him, han seok struggles to finish the food almost as much as vincenzo does

Cha young thinks that's really sus, but she keeps her questions to herself because there's really no explanation for it unless jun woo was replaced by a government clone or aliens. Or his secret identical twin. Hah, imagine

She files the thought away for later and they continue to dig into the man behind han seo and babel. They find out about han seok, but there's no remaining information about jun woo in the files because the jang family thought losing him was supremely embarrassing so they tried to make sure no one knew

Meanwhile han seok is super happy he's gained another protective shield. If babel gets into trouble he can force han seo to go to jail for him, and if he ever gets personally exposed he can make jun woo take the fall for him. Genius

For that purpose he makes sure no one except the babel quartet know about him and jun woo being twins

He finds that it's interesting living as jun woo though, people interact with him in a way they never do when he's han seok. Jun woo's neighbours say hello to him when he goes by, and the lady in the local convenience store makes small talk with him and asks how his new job is going. And cha young is an incredibly unusual person, han seok finds that he has some level of attraction to her, and enjoys her company

While han seo is a puppet, jun woo is a mask, a protective measure and a means to explore the world, and han seok mentally pats himself on the back for having such useful brothers

But he has to stop spending time pretending to be jun woo for now bc he knows his identity is at risk of being discovered by jipuragi squad as they hunt down the person who exposed vincenzo as a mafia member

So when vincenzo does find out that han seok is allegedly jun woo, and tells cha young, it actually isn't han seok she's sitting with when she receives the news

Naturally she doesn't know this, and she feels supremely betrayed

And when vincenzo breaks into 'han seok's' house, it's actually jun woo's house. Jun woo, who was not expecting the mafia to break into his house, is understandably scared. The kneeling gun scene goes down, except there is no bravado on jun woo's part and he's genuinely terrified

Vincenzo is arrested as planned, and jun woo meets cha young in the police station as she goes to help vincenzo

She's furious, and jun woo honestly denies that it was him who killed her father and the babel victims, unable to expose that it was han seok because he's scared of the consequences and because it sounds like such a ridiculous excuse

Poor guy gets the double slap intended for his twin brother

When han seok hears about it he laughs a lot. Jun woo is understandably angry about his reaction, but he is forced to seethe in silence

Nevertheless han seok decides to go into hiding (and forces jun woo to do the same somewhere else, hiring guards to make sure he doesn't leave) because even if chayenzo think jun woo is the babel chairman, they still have the same face

Unfortunately for han seok this means that vincenzo's spy squad see him going into his own safe house, and he gets to be the victim of the drugged water

After a few more near death scares courtesy of the local mafia man, choi myung hee suggests he reveal himself as chairman so he doesn't die at the hands of vincenzo unknown and like a loser. And so he does

At the expense of jun woo, whose identity has more or less been stolen now, and who is now indefinitely confined to the family property han seok had him hide in

The war begins all out, and jipuragi squad works hard at removing han seok's support circle, starting with daechang daily, then the anti-union activities

Han seo watches all this unfold and starts to wonder how he can get his better older brother free while taking down the other one

The answer comes to him when he sees chayenzo cover han seok with pigs blood. They're the only people who seemed to consistently be able to one up han seok, and he has only heard good things about cha young from jun woo, not to mention the fact that surely even han seok can't defeat a mafia member in the long run

So he asks mr han to help him meet vincenzo, and he tells him he has twin older brothers and asks for his help in betraying the bad one and saving the good one

Vincenzo thinks he's messing with him, and turns down han seo's request to be on the same side

But then jipuragi squad opens the guillotine file, and there below han seok's escapades in homicide and the details on han seo's suffering, is the shocking secret of the jang family, the existence of a 3rd jang brother, han seok's twin brother jang han sol

Cha young remembers how jun woo hadn't been able to eat spicy food that one time and suddenly everything makes sense

For his part vincenzo remembers what han seo had said and mentally kicks himself for thinking it was a lie

They puzzle over what this could mean and where han seok's twin brother could be now. Is the man who revealed himself as the babel chairman the real han seok? Are both of them evil? Is one being used by the other?

Cha young silently wonders which times jun woo had just been jun woo, and which times she had been eating lunch or joking with han seok the babel chairman and serial murderer

They decide they have to find the other jang twin in order to answer their questions

Problem is that he's been absent from work for the past 2 weeks, and when vincenzo breaks into his house, it looks like it hasn't been lived in for quite a while

The trail seems to lead nowhere, and they turn their attention back to tearing down babel, with the new knowledge sitting uncomfortably in the backs of their minds

And then han seo shows up at the jipuragi office in all his coffee wielding glory to plead his cooler older brother's case again

This time, to han seo's surprise, they listen to him patiently when he tells them about his older brothers. He makes sure to stress that the only one he wants to betray is han seok, and that jun woo has done nothing wrong

If the fact that they've read the part of the guillotine file that talked about what han seo had had to suffer under han seok makes it easier for them to believe him, he doesn't have to know that

The only way they can strike at han seok and simultaneously clear jun woo of suspicion is to reveal that they're twins

To do that they have to find jun woo. Han seo doesn't know where exactly he is, but he tells them that han seok would probably try and use jun woo as a shield should he ever be sent to jail

The guillotine file gives them what they need to force the prosecution to put han seok behind bars under fabricated charges. It wouldn't last long once actual investigation starts, but hopefully it will be enough

Han seok takes the bait, unknowingly, and shuttles jun woo off in his place. There's not much that irritates him as much as the thought of going to jail, and this is the perfect chance to test jun woo's loyalty. It also gives him a blind spot to operate, while his enemies think he's in jail. You can't dodge a hidden dagger and all that.

When the jipuragi squad watches the arrest of the babel chairman on the news, there's a nervous hunch to 'han seok's' shoulders, and the impassive smile he seems to be going for isn't quite right

Vincenzo and cha young go to visit him in jail

When they first see him, cha young immediately feels bad, despite herself. He looks like he hasn't slept well in ages, and his expression is far from his usual cheer, sober and sullen. This had better really be jun woo, she does not want to ever feel pity for jang han seok

It is jun woo, and he really hasn't slept well in ages, as reuniting with han seok and his violent tendencies has reawakened the memories from his childhood in the jang household that he had supressed, causing all kinds of nightmares

He doesn't look up as they enter and sit opposite him. Cha Young takes charge, and vincenzo lingers behind her, a solid and present support

When she speaks his head snaps up at the sound of her voice, before he seems to want to correct himself and looks away

When he looks at her again there are no traces of jun woo in his face, his expression haughty and unbothered

It's chillingly like the han seok they had sat across following the pig's blood incident, and cha young has to work hard to push down the flare of anger the expression causes

She decides not to beat around the bush. She presses the printed page of the jang han sol section of the guillotine file up against the glass, and watches as jun woo's eyes widen, the facade falling as quickly as he had donned it

Jun woo takes in the picture of the two identical little boys and has to squeeze his eyes shut at the wave of fear that hits him

In its wake is a small flare of hope. If they know he isn't han seok, maybe they can help him

Cha young watches as jun woo seems to deflate at the sight of the document, and now she's sure it isn't han seok, because she's never seen him allow himself to show any form of weakness

When jun woo looks up again, there is determination mixed in with the weariness in his eyes

A while later, cha young exhales shakily as they walk out, vincenzo's hand steady and comforting on her back. She's surprised at how relieved she is to know that the jun woo she had known had not been an elaborate set up, a con which had seen her at some of her lowest moments. Her heart goes out to jun woo, but there's an undeniable joy at the confirmation that her friend still exists, because it means he can be saved

The plan is simply to collect evidence of the fact that jun woo is not han seok. Best case scenario a video of them together, though a good photo will do as well. It would also work if they can somehow get footage of han seok out and about while jun woo is in jail

The first obvious course of action is to look for cctv footage. They hunt high and low through the cameras at babel, at wusang, and around han seok and jun woo's houses, but the searches are largely fruitless

With han seo's help, they locate the safehouses han seok likes to hide out in, and vincenzo sends men to snoop around each property. This ultimately pays off when, at the 3rd property, han seok is spotted standing by a window.

The second stage begins with Mr ahn's help, and they get a swat team to raid the house han seok is hiding out in.

Fully believing that everyone thinks you're in jail makes you sloppy, and han seok doesn't see it coming until the black vehicles are speeding down his driveway

He doesn't stop to take anything much, he grabs a hockey stick and he runs, wild and angry, out into the dark of the woods surrounding the house

Vincenzo watches him charge into the forest on the cctv footage retrieved from the house and smirks

The footage hits the news the next day. The headline is in large, bold letters, "Chairman Jang Han Seok spotted at holiday residence, despite prison sentence." The picture below the tagline serves as the final blow, side by side images of Han Seok sprinting away from the house, and an identical man sitting demurely in a jail cell.

As the story breaks, people begin to step forward, old employees of the jang household who had known and seen both han seok and han sol. There's nothing like good gossip to get people talking, and the shocking secret of the jang twins makes the rounds in record time

Jun woo's identity is rechecked, and he is set free

Cha young, vincenzo and han seo go to meet him when he gets out. Han seo tackles him in a hug, and cha young smacks him heartily on the back. Vincenzo doesn't react much but he does shoot jun woo a smile.

Han seok hasn't been seen in days, and jun woo is unbelievably happy to be himself again

It isn't over yet though, babel still needs to pay and han seok still needs to be found. Search parties comb through the woods around the house regularly, but there's still no sign of him. In the meantime, jipuragi prepares their final attack.

Han seo lets jun woo stay with him, and the house is fortified by multiple levels of guards

It's still mildly unsettling for han seo to have someone with han seok's face in his house, in his own safe space, but jun woo makes for a far better housemate than han seok ever was, and gradually he relaxes

For a few days, despite the tension of not knowing where your psychopath brother who probably really wants to kill you could be lurking, when there is a spare moment in the evening, han seo and jun woo catch up on years of lost brotherhood

Han seo tells him about his mother, and jun woo talks about his adopted family. Neither of them mention han seok, they skirt around his name like he doesn’t exist, like speaking their trauma aloud to someone who had been there too would make it too real to bear. Jun woo knows he had gotten the better end of the deal, he had been separated from han seok pretty early. Han seo had lost too many years of his life to their psychopath brother, and jun woo isn't sure he knows how to confront that, or how to comfort him. He hopes he can learn

Han seo wants to ask what exactly had happened to lead to jun woo being removed from the jang household and separated from han seok, but he doesnt dare. Maybe later, maybe when they aren't still worried about what han seok could do to them

Then the jipuragi squad files their lawsuit against babel. Han seok still hasn't been heard from, and they begin to wonder if he got lost in the woods. Maybe he fell of a cliff, or into a river

Either way, the trial goes spectacularly badly for babel, aided by the fact that vincenzo had threatened the unjust judge before the trial. The verdict is guilty, and it serves as a means to kick-start further investigation into previously dismissed babel trials

The day after the trial, han seok reappears

He was lost in the woods for a while, but he found his way out and laid low for a while plotting a way to get back at vincenzo and cha young for destroying his backup plans and destroying his family and company's reputation. He will also have to deal with his traitorous brothers.

It's a big blow, but it's not one he cannot recover from. All he has to do is get his revenge, terrify his brothers back into submission, and go back to his plans for his babel.

So he requests the kidnapping of cha young, and he gets his men to attack the guards at han seo's house and take her there, cornering his brothers. He strolls in when he gets word that everything is done, cocky and confident, twirling a gun between his fingers

He takes in the open fear on han seo's face, the frightened anger on jun woo's face, and the sneer on cha young's face, and he laughs. They are consistent to the very end, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

All that’s left is vincenzo, and a short while after a brief and taunt filled phone call he arrives, eyes wide and angry. Han seok does not waste time in pointing his gun at the mafia man. He stops where he is, still glaring at han seok, eyes darting regularly to cha young

Because he is never one to turn down some fun, in a bid to further anger vincenzo, han seok crouches down and points the gun to cha young's head. He watches at vincenzo's face twists with anger and worry, and he revels in it. Out of the corner of his eye he sees jun woo has moved in front of han seo, like he's protecting him, and han seok wants to laugh

He speaks to cha young in jun woo's voice to spite them both, mockingly sounding out his words in his twin's bright tone

But suddenly vincenzo drops to his knees to plead for cha young's life, and han seok grins in satisfaction. The satisfaction is shortlived, however, as something solid suddenly crashes into the back of his head

It dazes him enough that he lets go of cha young for a moment, and she takes the chance to headbutt him so hard that he drops the gun. Vincenzo pounces almost immediately, and aims a kick to han seok's head, knocking him out

The last thing he sees before everything fades to black is his spitting image standing a distance away, holding a dented art deco lamp.

When they are sure han seok has been knocked out for real, the relief that sweeps the room is palpable. Han seo slumps down and jun woo moves to check on him as vincenzo unties cha young

Jun woo moves to call the police, but vincenzo tells him not to.

Instead, he makes a call of his own, and soon two men enter and carry out the still unconscious han seok. Jun woo wants to ask where they’re taking him, but there’s a dark glint in vincenzo’s eyes that makes him swallow the question.

None of them see han seok again until he’s on the news. His body is found in a river near the family property he had first run away from, and the consensus seems to be that he fell in and drowned while lost in the woods

The whole matter has vincenzo written all over it, but no one is going to ask about it

Han seo and jun woo hold a funeral for him because it would be suspicious if they didn’t, but they work hard to make it as underwhelming as possible. When han seo cant stop shaking (whether it’s in weariness, relief, or anger at any traces of grief, jun woo can’t tell, and honestly neither can han seo) as they stand in front of the portrait of their deceased brother, jun woo silently rests a hand on his back.

After that is over with, they take a break to have a small ‘han seok is gone’ party, and then they both throw themselves into work

Han seo takes charge of babel, firing all of han seok’s people and working hard at cleaning up the stain of corruption he’d left behind. He works hard to transform the company’s reputation, and begins the process of compensating all the people who had been wronged by them in some shape or form

Jun woo leaves wusang and starts his own law firm. Han seo makes the company his first customer, and jun woo tries hard to run his firm without any traces of what made lawyers at wusang such monsters

Cha young and him have a friendly law firm rivalry going, much to vincenzo’s amusement

When they aren’t working, jun woo and han seo hang out a lot. Jun woo is determined to replace han seo’s memories of a terrible older brother with better ones with a more pleasant older brother. Han seo still struggles sometimes with seeing han seok in jun woo, but he’s more than happy to overwrite han seok’s image in his mind with jun woo’s

A few months after everything is stable again, they do take that trip to disneyland. The picture they take outside the park is framed on both their desks.

The next year, vincenzo and cha young get married, and han seo and jun woo attend the wedding. They bring expensive gifts, and jun woo cries like it’s his own family getting married. Cha young rolls her eyes at him, but she’s pleased to have him there

It will take a while to move on fully from the damage han seok caused, but they are all working hard at it. Because now han seok is gone for good, and everything is fine.

bonus

The Incident that led to han sol becoming jun woo happened when he and han seok were 6 and han seok, having decided that they had to see who was the superior twin, challenged him to a fight to the death

It was traumatic to the point that jun woo repressed all the memories of his childhood with han seok

Han seo once called jun woo hyung when speaking to han seok, and han seok got really angry and threw a lamp at him

Before vincenzo finishes off han seok, cha young slaps him six times to make up for the two slaps she mistakenly gave jun woo

After everything blows over, jun woo takes han seo with him the next time he goes to visit his adopted family. They dote on him like he's their family too, and han seo feels more loved than he has since he lost his mother. He says so to jun woo, and from then on he takes him along whenever he visits them

Cha young, jun woo and han seo meet up sometimes to eat spicy food, both because they like it but also to spite han seok’s memory just that little bit more

Because han seok died before he could find out about vincenzo’s mother, she’s alive and well and vincenzo visits her regularly

#the way tumblr blocked me from posting this dsfsd #3 failed attempts at posting and some rewriting later here it is #my attempt at dealing with no new vincenzo content by constructing elaborate alternate universes #anyway stan jun woo #han seok? i dont know him #vincenzo kdrama #tvn vincenzo #vincenzo fic #vincenzo fanfiction #vincenzo headcanons #imagine if we'd gotten this tho #the potential for misunderstandings #plus han seo getting a biological brother that is nice to him #immaculate #kdrama #might post this on ao3 #vincenzo #jang jun woo #jang han seok

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milliumizoomi · 3 years

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𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦 & 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠

Pairings: Bakugo x GN! Reader, Kirishima x GN! Reader, Kaminari x GN! Reader, Tokoyami x Reader

Warnings: Major Fluff, Crack in Kaminari’s, Manga Spoilers in Tokoyami’s

A/n: I’m not gonna lie—.. I was literally scrolling through tiktok when I heard the sound and lowkey have been listening to it ever since— so that’s what inspired this headcanon😗✨

The song 👇🏽

Nigga was so confused

He was walking back to his dorm after showering after training

But before he got inside, he heard the song blasting from inside his dorm

He was standing there in utter confusion

Todoroki and Kaminari had walked past him with the same confusion written all over their faces

He looked back at them then grunted and pushed his door open

Inside you were in his hoodie and your looney tunes socks running around his room and singing

You jumped up on his bed and started dancing

“IF YOU LIVE IN A DREAM AND YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS THEN YOU CAN’T LET EM CHANGE YOUR MIND!” You screamed as you continued to dance on his bed

Bakugou stood there frozen.

All he could think is “what the hell are they doing” and “why am I dating this dumbass.."

He groaned and ran his hand down his face and closed the door

You jumped off the bed and poked at him

“Aye! Stupid ass stop that and turn that off! I gotta study” Bakugou said as he pushed you off

You rolled your eyes and turned it off

“Come on your studying with me too! God knows you need to anyways” he says gruffly

You nudge his head but eventually you sit down with him

He knew that you knew that he enjoys watching you making a fool of yourself

Why?

He says it “calms him” whatever that means

Baby was confused but was rocking wit it at the same time

Y’all was on another internship with fatgum and Tamaki

But it was like a day off so y’all was in regular clothes jus walking around

You was walking infornt of the men when you saw a group of little kids listening to the song

Then the nostalgia hits you

And you run over there and start jumping and dancing with the kids

Then cue your boyfriend, your mentor and your upperclassman

They all round the corner and when they saw you dancing and giggling with the kids they stopped

Kirishima was soooo confused at first then he started smiling

They all watched as you got the kids to dance in a line with you

Basically nigga LOVED it

The kids was circling around you and singing

And manz could not stop cheesing for the life of him

And you bet your ass he went up there dancing with all of you

And the kids parents were jus smiling in endearment

And then the little girls ran over to Tamaki who was nervous as hell to even be in the circle

Kirishima was poking and laughing with the little kids

Literally manz was having the best time of his life

And after Fatgum asked the kids parents, he picked all y’all up and started running around and laughing with all of you

Kirishima was sitting on Fatgum’s shoulder and you were on his other shoulder

He leaned over and whispered “We are totally making a dance for this”

You cackled in agreement and continued making fools of yourselves in public

Ok so first of all this was in the dead of night

Like everybody was ASLEEP

AND before anything you got permission from Mr. Aizawa to do this too

So you KNOW you wasn’t gonna pass up this chance

And after a couple more minutes of bugging the man, you got a dress shirt and you got Eri outta him

So here you are on a Friday night at 12:34am at night in the common room

You and Eri was in Mr. Aizawa’s dress shirts and in black socks with Midnight’s sunglasses on

You also got Present Mic and his speakers so you KNOW what’s bout to happen

You and Eri was bout ready to wake the entire school up

And den Mirio come busting through the door saying he wanna join

So now it’s you, Eri and Mirio ready to dance with Present Mic was at the speakers ready and Mr. Aizawa was sitting leisurely on the couch

Chileeee when the music started, the whole building was shaking

Y’all was on top of counters sliding down the halls and all over the place singing

And the more music that played the more lights got turned on one by one

Cuz only the common room lights were on

And eventually all the lights went on

Then you could hear doors opening and a stampede coming down the stairs and hallway

What came stumbling out was all of class 1-A in they’re pajamas, hair clips, bunny slippers and sleeping masks still on

Looking ratchet asf

And they all stood there and watched y’all acting like fools at 12 in the morning

But Denki???

Chile he couldn’t stop smiling and blushing

He loved seeing you like this

You were dancing around with Eri and Mirio and somehow y’all managed to drag Mr. Aizawa off the couch too

But here’s where things switch up

Cuz Kaminari ran to room and and came back

Mind you everybody is in the class is very much still awake and now having a dance party

So when Kaminari came back he was wearing a dress shirt, socks and sunglasses too

And y’all started doing literal choreography

And at the end yall did that “hummm” at the end and did a dramatic pose

Safe to say the whole school heard y’all that night

Now we know that Tokoyami had an internship with Hawks

So when Hawks got to know Tokoyami, you were introduced too

And poor Tokoyami could tell this was gon be a recipe for chaos

And lawd have mercy how right he was

Cuz this happened because a little girl was playing the song

She was at the park with her mom and brother

And you and Tokoyami just happened to be walking past there

And you heard the song

So you know Tokoyami heard it

And he knew exactly what was going to happen

You literally started this whole choreography

Just because of the nostalgia you had a while back

And the best part?

Hawks knew it too

And he just so happen to be flying by

And he saw both of y’all so guess what he did?

He flies down

And chileee when he heard the music, Tokoyami was damn near ready to sprint away

But he didn’t want to

Why? Cuz he loved seeing you so happy

And granted dark shadow loved you just as much so he’d prolly bug Tokoyami the rest of the day if he left

So he was more than happy staying

He watched as you and Hawks looked at each other and started dancing

Granted he felt kinda embarrassed about the whole thing but he couldn’t keep from starting at you

You and Hawks did your choreo and didn’t even realize that y’all was being recorded

People were all mesmerized with the way you and Hawks were just dancing like little kids

They found it funny

Granted only y’all could pull that off🙄💅🏽

Basically in retrospect, Tokoyami could literally not get enough

No matter how embarrassing it was to watch

Butttt he eventually got both of y’all outta there and apologized to the girl’s mother for y’all’s behavior💀💀

Oh btw somebody ended up posting the video and you and Hawks went viral

So now everybody that see you knows you as the Sam & Cat dancer😗💀

©Property of Miashimaa. Please don’t rectify, repost or modify without my permission. Plagiarism will NOT be tolerated.

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#funhouse—.reviews #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #kaminari x reader #kaminari fluff #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami fluff

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sweetchup · 4 years

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Three isn’t a Crowd

Request by @al-shayfield: could you please do a killua x gon x reader little picnic date? if not that’s okay :)

Type: Gon x reader x Killua

Au?: Poly Au. Normal.

Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: Polyamory, The boys are still kids but this is a kid type of date so it’s ok, Hisoka being Hisoka, bullying, cursing

“Ok! So let’s go through the list before we leave.” You mumble, putting the last of the utensils into the basket. The light from the morning sun shined through the windows and onto the backs of the two boys across the table from you. “Ok, so Sandwiches and chips?”

“Yes!!” Gon chirps in, “On the left.”

You checked that off and moved to the next Item. “Soda and cups?”

“Yeah.” Killua says, bouncing a tennis ball on the floor.

“Chocolate cake?”

“Ye—“ “Definitely!!”

Gon turns to glare at Killua causing the white hair boy to stop bouncing the ball. Oh here we go again. You just ignore them and continue on with your list.

“Hey why did you cut me off?” Gon whined at Killua, who scoffs.

“You were too slow.”

“W-well I think you are trying to impress (y/n).” Gon huffs, pouting a little. While they were arguing you had looked up and down the list and realized you were done and hadn’t forgotten anything. Throwing away the list, you put the red and white plaid picnic blanket on top and closed the basket.

“Hah?! Are you an idiot?” Killua mocks, poking the boy in the head, “If I wanna impress her I would do something like this.”

Killua jumps over the table and gives you a grin. Before you can even rebut, he lifts you easily up onto one of his arms, making it look practically effortless. With his other arm he grabs the basket.

“This is how you impress a girl,” Killua says, very proud of himself. Gon, stubborn, doesn’t back down.

“W-well I can do better!”

You sigh as Gon pulls you off of Killua. This could take a while but then again what did you expect accepting a date with these two idiots.

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“How many times do I have to tell you two to be careful? Especially with (y/n).” Kurapika scolds the two boys in front of him. “You're glad Leorio and I stepped in before she got hurt.”

Killua tches, clearly over Kurapika’s Scolding. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Let’s go Gon, (Y/n).”

Killua holds one of your hands while Gon holds the other. They both drag you away from Leorio, who had previously been checking you for any injuries.

“Oh! Umm.. Bye Mr. Kurapika! Mr. Leorio! Thank you very much!” You shout. Your voice growing more and more faded as you're dragged away. The two men wave at the trio until the door shuts close. As soon as they do, Leorio turns to Kurapiks. A pout was on the man’s face.

“Aww come on Kurapika, it’s their first date. you shouldn’t be so hard on them.”

“Of course I do. I mean didn’t you see (y/n)?”

Leorio blinks and scrunches his eyebrows, thinking back. “Hmm… I don’t think I saw anything out of the ordinary about her?”

Kurapika sighs “Leorio you have to remember we are currently staying in the Yorbian Continent. It’s not illegal but it’s very uncommon for polyamory here. It’s not like we are in the Republic of Padokia or the Azian Continent where it is common.”

“Oh. So you mean...”

“Yes, not only is (Y/n) from York New, where it is uncommon, so she knows the amount of ridicule and abuse she could go through but we also have to think about the huge amount of Anti-poly people that are recorded here in this town.”

“Yeah and I’m guessing Gon and Killua probably don’t know about that?” Leorio says, leaning against the wall. He looks out the window and sees the three holding hands, walking in the direction of the busy center of town.

“Most likely” Kurapika sighs, looking at the three as well. “I just hope that no one gets hurt”

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“Ok!!” You say excited. You were trying to hide your nervousness. Not only were you on your first date ever with two handsome boys and had also tried on a new dress but you were in the Yorbian Continent on a poly date; not the brightest decision but oh well. You aren’t going to let your worries stop you. You were going to have fun, “So on our way to the park I say we quickly stop by at some fun places!! Does that sound okay?”

The two boys could only nod their heads. It wasn’t them being rude, they just couldn’t talk. You looked so cute as you did a little spin at fun and by getting shy when asking them if it was ok.

You giggled, causing their hearts to jump. “Let’s go then!”

——⚡️—🌸—🥦——

“First stop, The diamond theater!!”

All three of you looked in awe as you looked around the building you just entered. It looked absolutely magical. With trees made out of actual gold and silver, colorful jeweled animals and diamond and glass mural walls.

“Oh wow Killua look at this!”

Killua looks over and sees you pointing at something in a book. “It says right here that this is the biggest location with some of the highest amounts of rare diamonds and fire opals. Even counting red diamonds.”

“Oh wow”

“Ack! Killua!” Gon shouts, sounding concerned and worried.

Killua turns away from you and soon freezes. Looking up from your manual you see three men next to Gon.

“There’s the other one. Me doesn’t recognize girl though” A short man with a skull neck cloth covering his face said. He gave off weird vibes when he looked at you.

“Hey boys! How are you doing?” A man with a long bun on top of his head said, “Oh? Who is this?”

“None of your business old man!!” Killua says, pulling you behind him as Gon moves to stand next to him. As they glared at the two men, you looked towards the third man. He seemed different from the other two especially since with no shirt on and a cross tattoo on his forehead.

Yet you also noticed his eyes were very blank and emotionless compared to the two. It kind of made you sad looking at him. You wished the stranger could be happy. Oh! you know what you would do!

“(Y/n)!!” Killua shouts, his stomach dropping as you walk up to Chrollo. He goes to grab you but is stopped by Nobunaga and Feitan.

You look up at the man. Kind of shy now that you realized he was much taller and probably much stronger than you.

“May I help you? Young lady?” Chrollo says, amused by the fact you just simply walked up to him. The leader of the phantom troupe.

“A-ah, yes! I was wondering what’s your favorite animal?” You say. Quickly, you looked back and saw Gon and Killua waving their hands frantically. Oh, maybe they are cheering you on.

“Hmmm… a spider” Chrollo says after a couple minutes of thinking.

What an interesting choice. Holding out your hands you take a breath before bubbles conjure up around the man. The bubbles slowly start to form cute little bubbly spiders of all sorts of colors which start bouncing on and about chrollo.

Chrollo lets out a small grin as he reaches out and pops one. The boys sigh in relief. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as they thought. Chrollo suddenly kneels down to your height and pulls out a handprint book.

“So how does your Nen work, little miss?” Chrollo asks, putting a hand on your shoulder as you look untreated at the book.

“OH HELL NO!!” Killua shouts.

Killua quickly rushes in and grabs you from Chrollo. You looked confused as the two raced away as fast as they could from the scene. Chrollo chuckles as he watches them for a couple of seconds in amusement before standing back up.

“Not going after them Feitan?”

“No, me is.” Feitan grins wickedly up at Chrollo. “Me just giving them a head start. It’s fun that way.”

“Ok, but keep the little girl alive. She interests me.”

——⚡️—🌸—🥦——

“Ok so the Diamond theater didn’t work out….But this should! Ok so we are at…” Your voice trails off at the end as you are stunned at the scene in front of you.

“L-let go of me!! Illumi!!”

“Now why would I do that Killua? As your big brother I’m giving you a sign of affection, a hug. Mother told me it could work to get those silly thoughts out of your head. Though I would pref—“

First off, Killua was currently being hugged, well more like crushed to death, by a man. According to the man’s sentence he was Killua’s older brother? It was weird since they looked so different. You knew Killua was a Zoldyck so maybe they are half or step siblings? Or maybe his family is polyamorous too? Did the man just mention putting a needle into Killua? You had so many questions.

“Oh~~~ Gon!!!”

Now second, … what even was this? A clown like man was moaning over Gon trying to fight him. You think that was the easiest way to explain it so enough is said there.

You look down at your manual. You thought going to the biggest toy store in the world would be fun but you didn’t expect this. Those two men seemed to be having a blast, well of course at the price of Gon and Killua sanity.

“Hmm~~ who’s this?”

Looking back up you see the clown man is right in front of you. You hadn’t realized it now but… but…

“Wow! You are tall sir! Are you a model?” You say, your eyes sparkling. Your favorite shows of all time to watch were ‘Yorbian Next Top Model’ or ‘The Victor Secret Fashion Show’ so you always question handsome or beautiful people if they were models. Hey, you never know when you might accidentally meet one.

The red-haired man laughs and leans down to your height. “Oh aren’t you a sweetheart~~ I’m not, but I’m something even better, a transmitter~. Did you know my Nen, bungee gum, has the properties of both rubber and gum?”

You giggle as you see him using his Nen on a magic trick. “No, I didn’t know that. I think you would make a nice model though! You are very thin and muscular!”

“Well I’m thick and muscular in another area~~ Do you wanna—“ Hisoka is cut off as you see he is suddenly electrocuted. You see Killua still in the arms of the man (though his now long black hair is all poofy) , furious, as he pulls back his yo-yo. Gon quickly picks you and brings you away from Hisoka.

“Go to hell pervert!” Killua shouts as he kicks out of his brother gold. You three run away, again, Gon sticks his tongue out at Illumi as they leave.

“Oh. I want to talk to kill more” Illumi mumbles. He blank faces, even more than usual, as Hisoka lets out a very loud moan.

“Oh~~ Gon! Killua!!”

“Hey Gon. Killua. What’s that bright light over—“

“Don’t ask!!”

——⚡️—🌸—🥦——

“Ah we are down to our final place!”

“I hope this one goes well.” Killua grumbles.

“I’m sorry Killua. I wi—“

Killua cuts you off and squeezes your hand which he was holding. “Don’t apologize idiot, it wasn’t your fault. We just, for some reason, keep on bumping into the wrong people today.”

You feel another squeeze and look at Gon. “Yeah don’t worry (y/n)!!”

“Ok! So our final stop before the picnic is Lucy’s Celestial Palace!” You shout, as you three stop right in front of a crazy looking old factory building.

You give a reassuring squeeze to the boys about to walk into the star filled building. You would try your best to make sure they wouldn’t get recognized by any more—

“Gon! Killua!”

…or not…

“Oh Zushi! Master!” Gon shouts. Master? Oh! You turn around and see a boy and a man with glasses. He must be Master Wing! The one they told you taught them Nen! This couldn’t go bad.

“Hello boys! Oh and who are you young lady?”

“Oh! Nice to meet you I’m—“

“She’s (y/n), our girlfriend!” Gon shouts, cutting you off. You blush a bright red as Killua hits him over the head.

“Don’t cut her off, idiot.”

“Miss (y/n)” You looked up at Mister Wing, a serious look on his face. “If you don’t mind I would like to speak with Gon and Killua for a moment?”

“Y-yes of course”

You watch as Wing drags the two boys a little ways away. You wonder what he needed them for. You are snapped out of your thoughts quickly as you see Zushi turn to look at you before bowing. “Nice to meet you (y/n), Girlfriend of Gon and Killua. My name is Zushi. Osh!”

Still flustered, you turn and bow as well. “N-Nice to meet you as well Zushi!”

You two stop bowing and turn as you hear a loud hush from Wing. Gon’s face was red while Killua had a mischievous grin on his face.

“I wonder what master wanted from Killua and Gon.”

“Y-yeah. I wonder too.”

You two watch as Wing continues talking. Slowly but surely both of the boys faces are soon red as a tomato. How odd.

“AHH! WE DON’T NEED ALL THAT INFO.” Killua shouts walking back over to you. He blushes even more as he looks at you. Looking to the ground he takes your hand and drags you away. Gon follows slightly behind you guys, his face bright red, with steam coming out his ears. You couldn’t exactly hear what Gon was saying, only little bits like ‘how would that work’ and ‘that doesn’t make sense’.

You wanted to ask what Wing told them but decided against it.

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“Finally we are here!!” Killua and Gon shout in unison, plopping on the grass. You giggle at the boy's silliness and put the basket under a tree.

As the two exhausted boys get some quick rest, you kneel down and the open the basket. You might as well get started while they calm down. Deciding to set the blanket up first, you pull it out. Holding two of the edges you fluff it out, letting the wind carry it for a bit, and finally laying it lightly down on the slightly dewy green grass. As you are about to set up the other stuff you hear the rustle and crunching of grass.

“Let me help you (y/n)!” Gon says, sticking his hands into the basket. He grabs a whole pile of stuff and starts wobbling over to the blanket. Almost dropping the chocolate cake several times, Killua would be so mad if Gon destroyed it.

“A-ah be careful Gon!”

“Don’t worry I got it!”

After getting everything set up, and thankfully Gon didn’t drop or break anything, you all sit down and finally have lunch. You take small bites of your freshly made sandwich as you watch the boys wolf down their food. It was kind of amazing at how fast they were able to eat and you kind of wonder who would win if it was a competition. Unless they were having one and you didn’t know it.

“Ah that was good~~” Gon says, laying on his back and patting his stomach. You laugh while Killua just rolls his eyes. Grabbing your pudding you go to take a bite of your dessert when you get an idea.

“Killua~” You singsongly say; holding the spoon up to the boy’s face, “Say ahh~”

Killua stutters to say something as he goes bright red. Flustered, he turns his head and lets out a small ‘idiot’ as he tries to compose himself.

“Oh come on Killua!” You whine, slightly pouting.

“I’ll have it (y/n)!” Gon says, quickly sprinting over and sitting in front of you. He opens his mouth wide and points to it causing you to giggle. You were about to feed him when Killua headbuts Gon and eats the pudding instead.

“Hey! What was that for!!” Gon shouts, holding the bump on his head.

“She offered it to me first, idiot!”

Gon was about to stand up and start something with Killua but you pull the boy back down, placing his head on your lap. You sigh as you run your fingers through the blushing boy’s hair; being extra careful in the area of the injury.

“You two need to stop fighting. For crying out loud you two are best friends! This isn’t a competition”

“Sorry (y/n)” They squeak out; clearly embarrassed.

“Now sit still so I can feed you two the rest of the pudding. Gon say ahh~~”

“Man what a little whore.”

You stop dead in your tracks as you hear that. Your hand slightly clenches around the spoon. You kind of expected something like this to happen but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. You slightly lift your head to see a group of people, one of which had made a comment earlier.

“God how gross!”

“Poor boys, that girl is selfish and can’t pick between them.”

“Wow, only a kid and already likes two at once. What a shame.”

“(Y/n).” You shoot your head to Killua, who puts a hand on your cheek. As he pulls it away you see his hand is wet, you hadn’t realized you were crying.

“Hey!” Gon shouts; standing up and going to fight them. Killua quickly grabs Gon’s arm and stops him, Gon, angrily, spins around and tries to pull his arm away. “Let me go, Killua!! They insulted (y/n)!”

“You idiot. Look around.” Killua whisper-yells. Gon looks around at the other people at the park, who were also starring and muttering. Some of which knew Nen, had weapons or looked overall strong. “Leaving her here is bad. Taking her in the fight is also bad. You know her Nen isn’t made for close combat and she’s not exactly focused right now to do long ranged”

“Well we can’t do anything!”

“I know…,” Killua mutters. The two stand in silence for a while until Killua suddenly has an idea. “Wait... Come here, I have a plan”

As soon as Killua finishes whispering the plan in Gon’s ear the boy gives him a nod. “Understand?”

“Yeah”

The two suddenly turn to you and begin to put away the stuff. Your stomach drops, you felt bad that this day got ruined, it seemed nothing had gone right. Tears start to well up in your eyes. Man what a useless crybaby you are—

“(Y/n)” You look up from the ground at the call. Suddenly, your cheeks turn crimson as you feel something on each side of your cheek. Gon and Killua had each given you a kiss on your cheek, with Killua on your left and Gon on the right.

With you being absolutely flustered and steam coming out of your ears, you accidentally activate a Nen bubble around all three of you. Killua and Gon pull away, grinning at each as your brain is practically mush.

“Ready Gon?”

“Yeah!”

Gon and Killua jumped out of your protected bubble. Since you were practically a puddle you were unaware of the Chaos about to happen. Their plan to get back at the people who made you cry. The two fist bump before going off in opposite directions.

“Jan….Ken….Rock!!”

“Lightning Palm!!”

“RUNN!” “MY LEG!” “AHHHH!”

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*pop*

You finally pop your bubble as you come to. But what in the world… happened? You must have missed a lot since the Park was practically destroyed, with trees cut down, people on the ground (some of which were twitching), and the ground uneven.

“(Y/n)!!” You look towards the sunset to see Gon and Killua running towards you, both laughing. As they stop in front of you, they turn to each other, grinning widely, giving each other a high five. This even confused you more, why in the world were they high fiving? Did they do this? Why did they destroy a perfectly good park? Wait, did they do this for—

“(Y/n)...” a voice whispers right next to your ear. You quickly turn and realize Killua had sneaked up on you while you were thinking. While frozen still, Killua leans in and gives you a kiss.

Though it was a small and light kiss, it definitely didn’t feel like one. Once your lips had locked a shock went through all the nerves of your body, causing you to shiver and clutch onto Killua’s shirt. On top of that, the kiss felt like Killua was putting in every bit of love into it. Almost like he was sharing a secret. Huh. A Transmitter’s kiss. You two slowly pull away and give each other a small smile. Killua silver hair blows in the wind under the shaded tree.

“My turn!!”

You quickly turned your head and felt lips crashing onto yours. Stumbling, you can’t hold Gon up and begin to fall back. The kiss was sudden and rushed. Definitely Gon was being impatient. Yet, it was nice. It was simple and straightforward. A very sweet and lovely kiss. Definitely a kiss from an enhancer.

As you're on your back, Gon pulls away and holds himself above you. The light from the sun shines upon him as he gives you a wide grin. You smile back at him until he is suddenly pulled off.

“You idiot!!” Killua shouts, “What did Kurapika say about not hurting her?!”

“I wasn’t!! You could've hurt her too when you sneaked up on her!!”

“I wouldn’t—“

You giggle as you watch the two argue, slightly brushing your fingers across your lips. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all!

#hxh gon #hxh killua #gon freccs #killua zoldyck #gon x reader #hxh gon x reader #killua x reader #hxh fluff #hunter x hunter #gon #killua #hxh imagines

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Light My Fire - CH19

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: Flangst

WC: 2596

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE

The alarm pulls her right out of her sleep but Dean’s already awake. He doesn’t move though.

“I don’t wanna go home,” She mumbles, rubbing at her eyes.

“Me neither,” Dean whispers, “But this is actually the third time the alarm has gone off, so we should maybe get going and pack,”

Her eyes fly open in horror, “Dean!”

“What?” He’s chuckling, kisses her neck, “You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.”

She rolls away and out of bed while Dean tries to grab her but his hands clutch around emptiness.

They pack in record time and Dean joins her in the shower after. It’s hard to just shower and not do other things like they usually do. It’s hard to not just let him fuck her.

They’re on the plane home, and she sits next to Dean. There aren’t many people on the plane and especially not in the first class. Jack’s sitting on his own in the seat across from Y/N and Dean and he has his earphones in his ears.

After taking off, and after she let Dean help her over her anxiety of flying, she looks over to see how Jack’s doing, sees him looking out of the window as the plane leaves the island.

Dean’s typing away at his phone but he notices her, “Go on, you gotta spend time with him,”

“Yeah,” She smiles and stands up to walk over.

Jack takes his earphones out when he feels her presence. He opens his arms for her to loop her head through, “Hey,”

“I remember you always loved flying,” She smiles.

Jack grins, his lips curve up wide, “It’s awesome!”

Y/N has to chuckle at his enthusiasm, “Don’t get used to it, though.” With the next breath, she adds, “I’m sorry things turned out the way they did. I just thought about you and your education.”

Jack tilts his head to look at her, “It’s okay, Dean’s not bad, you know,”

She looks over to where Dean’s sitting. He’s still typing something into his phone. With a smile, she says, “No, he’s not,”

When they land, they have to say goodbye to Jack because he has to take a connecting flight. She doesn’t really want to let her brother go and clings on to him, her arms wrap around his middle, while Jack rubs her back.

“I’ll see you soon, alright?” She says, “I’ll come visit,”

“Sure,” Jack places a kiss on the crown of her head, “We’ll see each other again in the Summer,”

Y/N looks up to her brother with a smirk on her face. She’s trying her hardest not to cry, “What did you and Dean talk about?”

There’s a grin on Jack’s face when he lowers himself to her level, “If I tell you, I’d have to kill you,”

She rolls her eyes at that and Jack laughs.

After they reach Dean’s apartment, Dean goes out to meet with Chuck and Sam. She’s left to unpack and relax but that’s perfectly okay, because she wants to mentally prepare herself for dinner with his parents later.

Y/N really, absolutely, doesn't want to go but she’s still his wife for two weeks. She had asked Dean why he didn’t tell his parents the truth and he just grinned at her, telling her that she didn’t need to worry. That he’ll tell them the truth, that he’ll come clean. That’s the whole purpose of them going there. Because he wants them off his back. They’ve been calling every day apparently, and he just wants them to stop pestering him when he has other things on his mind.

Late afternoon, Dean’s back, and he looks happy. She doesn’t ask, doesn’t really need to know. She’s doing what she agrees to do and the rest is in the hands of Dean and his team.

He takes a shower and she’s finishing her look. Not that there’s too much to finish. She wears the same dress she already wore to the restaurant when they went to meet Chuck. It’s really her best dress, something that parents would probably approve of in their daughter in law. She doubts that Dean’s parents will, but other parents would for sure.

Y/N’s waiting in the living space when Dean walks out of his room, he looks good, wearing trousers and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, top two button loose. The white of his shirt brings out his tan. She can see the freckles, even when it’s darker. It’s a casual look, a mixture between his holiday look and his business look, and he smells heavenly.

He smiles when he walks closer and weaves an arm around her waist to pull her close, “You look beautiful with that holiday glow,”

She has to smirk when he places a kiss on her cheek, “You look great yourself, Mr. Winchester,”

There are tan lines around his crinkles.

“You ready?” He asks and pushes her towards the door, his hand on her lower back.

“‘M not.”

“Yeah,” He huffs out a breath, “Me neither,”

Dean’s parents live in a big villa with a huge driveway. There’s a light up fountain in the middle. It looks like one of the houses she has only seen in movies.

“Wow,” She says in awe.

Rich people really know how to live, don’t they? She can’t even imagine what it’s like to live here, to have grown up here. She can’t imagine what it’s like to have a butler ready to open the door for her. Can’t fathom having chefs and maids, having a driver and personal trainer.

“You grew up here?” She asks him as they step out.

“No,” Dean says, “You’re an employee. You should know about the history of the company and how I got where I am now, no?”

“Ugh, I should, shouldn’t I?” She grimaces and Dean’s full on laughing.

“Dad started from scratch and he made it grow and successful, although I made it grow even more and it’s more successful and bigger than it was under my dad’s wings.” Dean’s hands are on her waist as he leads her up the steps to the front door, “I didn’t exactly grow up poor, Y/N, but we weren’t rich either. Dad only bought this property two years ago. The home I grew up in is much, much smaller.”

“Is there something I need to know before I meet them? Something I shouldn’t say?”

Dean stops, places his hand on her shoulder to turn her towards him. He pretends to think and after a while he says, “No, you just be you, okay? I would never ask you to change to impress them. Let me speak. Only speak when you’re spoken to. That way we can avoid any unpleasant questions they might throw at you.”

“Okay,” She says, and suddenly her heart pumps faster. She’s nervous as hell.

He smiles a little, cups her chin between his thumb and forefinger, “You’ll be fine, I got you,” He pecks her lips, lingers there a little longer than necessary.

Although she wants to stay like this, she knows that Dean eventually has to pull himself away, eventually has to ring that damn door and she eventually has to face her fake fucking in-laws.

A maid opens and they step into a big hall. Everything looks so neat and flawless. It’s all white and beige marble, and she feels the urge to take off her shoes because she doesn’t want to ruin the floor.

“There you are!” A woman walks in, tall, blonde, a smile wide on her face. She assumes that it’s Dean’s mother. The woman’s dress is so nice, it puts her nicest dress to shame.

The woman comes closer and Dean leans in to peck her cheek, then he straightens himself, “Y/N, this is my mother, Mary.”

Mary takes her hand in both of hers, clutches at them tightly, “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Y/N.”

“It’s nice meeting you, too, Mary. Thank you for having us over.”

“Ah, it’s no big deal. We were dying to meet you! Come on, John’s already waiting at the table, he’s hangry,” Mary chuckles and places her hand around Y/N shoulders to walk her into the dining room. Dean sighs and trails behind.

Dean’s father stands up from his chair when he sees them walking in, and he smiles. It’s bright and wide, almost the same smile as Dean’s. She can see that he certainly got his boyish charms from his father.

John places both of his arms on her shoulder and leans in to peck her cheek immediately, “Hello, Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

She nods, repeating the same line she already said to Mary and they sit down right away. Apparently his parents don’t mess around. Maybe they want to get it over with as much as she does?

The first question comes during the appetizer, “How did you meet? At the workplace or did you know each other before?” The question came from Mary and although she looks at Y/N, she didn’t address her directly, so Dean takes a napkin and brushes at his lips before he swallows and speaks.

“Y/N used to work in the coffee shop close to the office building and she regularly delivers coffee for other offices there. I walked out one day to grab lunch and she bumped into me. I could have saved her from falling, but the collision spilled the coffee, wetted my suit too.”

She squints at the memory. It was all her fault. She wasn’t looking at that time. Dean was so pissed and she was afraid that he would lash out and rip her a new one right there in the street, but he didn’t. He was dressed so nice that day and she had to go and pour coffee all over him, ruining his suit and probably his day.

Dean is looking over to her with a small smile on his face, “And I went in there about a week later. She thought I was there to talk to her manager, but I just wanted to see if her ankle was fine because I remember her limping a little afterwards. I watched her work and saw how she reacted under pressure, saw how she behaved around her colleagues and customers and that’s when I thought that I wanted to offer her the job as one of my assistants. Ruby needed help and she already knew Ruby because Ruby was in that coffee shop quite often. She said no. But I went in every day until she said yes.” He leans in to press a kiss to her cheek. It makes her face flare up. Partly from the kiss but also from the way he remembered details.

It’s true, though. Y/N remembered him telling her about a job that would be perfect for her. That she could earn much more by working for him. She had consulted with Ruby about it and after weeks of Ruby telling her that the company was really good, she finally agreed to the job offer.

“That’s a lovely story,” Mary says, “Does she have the required degree though?”

Well, Mary, she does not, but thanks for asking.

Y/N never attended college having to take jobs to hold her and Jack above water.

“Mom, a degree is just that, a degree. It doesn’t say anything about your work ethics, your integrity or willingness to work a job. I don’t think most of the people I employ have made it through college. It’s about what they are capable of. She’s smart and she’s doing a fabulous job.” Dean’s voice rolls deep. She can feel that he’s trying to keep himself together.

The maid came to take their empty plates. Hers is not empty but her appetite is gone.

“Still, it tells me that she’s not actually qualified to do her job. And qualifications are important.” John chimes in with a somewhat unnecessary addition.

“Do you have a prenup?” Mary asks.

Wow, Dean’s mom goes straight to the point. She wonders how long Mary’s been holding it back. But hey, Mary made it past appetizer.

“Mom!” Dean gets a little louder.

“Relax, Dean, I was just asking,” Mary tries to sound nonchalant but adds with her next breath, “Do you?”

Y/N folds her napkin and places it neatly on the table before she stands up, “Excuse me, where’s the powder room?”

“Tessa can show you,” Mary says, a fake small smile on her face, and then she calls out for the maid, “Tessa, can you please show Y/N the way?”

“Sure, madam,” Tessa looks at Y/N with pity in her eyes. She must have heard the whole conversation.

She follows Tessa and locks herself into the bathroom, which is bigger than her fucking apartment it seems.

After a while of watching youtube videos, she walks out and crosses the entrance section. She can hear that there’s a heated argument going on in the dining room.

“Always make fucking sure to protect your assets! I thought you had a fucking brain!” It’s John’s voice.

“Stop it, dad!”

“Damn, son! I thought you would be better prepared so not let some girl screw you over!”

“I don’t have a prenup because we are not fucking married, alright? It’s just for fucking show!” Dean’s so loud, it makes her jump and his words hurt, it really does. He’s not wrong but they hurt nonetheless.

“What do you mean it’s fake?” It’s now Mary who asks the question.

“It’s as fake as it can get. I am being blackmailed and I have to pretend to be married to Y/N to get the other girl off my fucking back!”

She hears Mary gasps, “Oh, thank god,” And then his mother adds, “I thought it was real how you gushed over her. I’m so glad it’s fake,”

“Mom—”

Y/N’s heard enough.

She walks straight to the door. She wants to be quiet, but the door’s heavy and it closes with a bang. She’s halfway to the car when Dean flies out, calling after her.

Damn his fucking long legs. He’s grabbing at her to turn her around and she can’t hide it. Can't hide the tears that are running down her cheeks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” She says, but she doesn’t look him in the eyes, “My home.”

Y/N’s angry, but she can’t quite tell him why. She can’t tell him that hearing him telling his parents that what they have is fake, hurts her because he’s actually not wrong. It’s the fucking truth and if she has a problem with it, it’s her own fucking problem. It’s not her place to be angry because everything is indeed fucking fake!

She shakes him off and Gabe opens the door for her to get in. “I need space, Dean. Give me that. Make some excuse for me.”

She expected him to lash out, to be angry at her and demand of her to hold on to the contract and make her stay, but he doesn’t. He steps back and nods, “I understand,” He turns to Gabe, “Drive her home safely and come back,”

With that, he closes the door and lets her drive a way. Gabe didn't talk the whole way which she’s glad about.

Before she gets out, she takes off her rings, figuring things were over anyway, and hands them to Gabe.

CH20

#light my fire #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester x reader #nathalie writes

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madpanda75 · 4 years

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“Taking Chances Part 9: Love, Tequila, and Ice Cream”

And we’re back!!!!! So to give you a brief recap, Rafael and the reader left the Carisi house in a huff after the reader gave Sonny “the slap heard around the world.” Find out what happens next in this latest chapter. Words are said, sexy times happen. It’s fluffy, smutty fun....for now 😉💕

NSFW: Sex by the fireplace! Can ya’ dig it??? 😜💥🔥

Rafael adjusted his grip on the steering wheel as he drove across the Verrazano Bridge. Occasionally he would glance over at you sitting in the passenger seat with your head down and your hands gently folded in your lap.

Rafael cleared his throat. “So should we go to my place or yours?”

You grunted out a monotone syllable in response.

“Ok, your place it is,” he said with a sigh, turning on the blinker and making a right turn towards your apartment.

Once back at your place, you immediately went to the living room and started a fire. Your apartment may have been a shoebox, but the wood burning fireplace was a definite perk. When you first moved in, the notion of a struggling artist pouring her heart and soul onto the canvas beside a roaring fire seemed romantic and bohemian.

While you stroked the flames to life, Rafael stood there with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Cold night, huh?” He inwardly cringed at having been reduced to commenting on the weather.

“Mmhmm,” you replied.

“Two syllables. That’s progress,” he thought. Maybe by the end of the night, you would utter an actual word. After several minutes of deafening silence, he made yet another feeble attempt at conversation. “Your mom is a wonderful cook.”

“Hmmm,” you grunted.

“That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.” Rafael crouched down next to you and took your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your eyes were still shiny with tears, your nose bright red.

It was the first time since leaving your parents’ house that you had looked at him or even acknowledged his presence apart from the occasional mumble. “I know this afternoon was a complete disaster, but I can’t take this anymore. Please say something. Anything.”

Your bottom lip quivered before blurting out, “He cheated on me!” As soon as the words escaped your lips, you crumbled into a heap on the floor, sobbing.

Rafael gathered you into his arms, running his hands through your hair, rocking back and forth. You clung to him, wetting his brand new Tom Ford dress shirt. But neither of you could care less. After all, he knew what it was like to be betrayed. Once you calmed down, he asked, “So tequila or ice cream?”

“Both,” you replied with a hiccup and a very loud unladylike sniffle.

Rafael got up and walked over to your kitchen to grab the bottle of Tequila Ocho Reposado you had hidden in your cupboard behind the cheap stuff before rummaging in your freezer for the pint of Haagen-Dazs’ Chocolate Chocolate Chip. He smiled when he saw the post-it note you had left on the frozen dessert.

“This ice cream is the personal property of Y/N Carisi. DO NOT TOUCH OR PREPARE TO MEET A VIOLENT SUDDEN DEATH!”

He handed you a spoon and a glass. “Why do you have a death threat on your ice cream?”

“Sometimes Teresa or Gina crash here after partying or a bad date. They’re notorious for stealing my secret stash of junk food.” You pulled the cork out of the tequila bottle with your teeth and drank straight from the bottle.

Several smooth swigs of alcohol and an unfortunate brain freeze later, you and Rafael sat in front of the fire and swapped war stories. Although he had briefly mentioned being cheated on by his childhood ex-girlfriend, Yelina; tonight he shared more with you than he ever had with anyone. How heartbroken he was. The humiliation. How after such a betrayal he wondered if he ever could trust someone ever again.

Likewise, you felt safe enough to stop skirting around the ex situation and finally tell the truth about Theo. “We were supposed to go to some bakery in Staten Island to sample cakes for our wedding, but Theo told me he wasn’t feeling well and asked if we could reschedule. I didn’t think anything of it at the time.” You snorted a laugh as you scraped the last bit of ice cream out of the container. “How stupid was I?”

“Hey, don’t talk about my girlfriend that way.” Rafael wiped away a spot of chocolate chocolate chip ice cream on the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“Later on that day, I came home with some ribollita and tea.”

“Ribollita?”

“It’s an Italian bread and vegetable soup. My mom would make it for us whenever we’re sick or sad,” you explained.

“When I walked inside, I saw a trail of clothes and heard a girl’s giggle coming from down the hall. I followed the sound, opened the bedroom door, and saw him with Lacey. The 21 year old bimbo who worked at the dry cleaners down the street,” you said in such a bitter tone that Rafael could feel the acerbic bite in his bones. Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.

“It had been going on for months. Apparently, she had been doing way more than spot treatments and pressing his pants. I dumped the soup on his 500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, threw the ring at his forehead, and left. He never followed me. He never fought for us.” You shook your head and took another shot of tequila when your phone began to buzz and dance across the floor. It was your brother. Since leaving your parents’ house he had called ten times-- a new record for him.

Rafael watched as you shut off your phone and tossed it over to the couch. While Sonny was not his favorite person by any means, he knew how important your brother was to you. The last thing he wanted out of this relationship was to come between you and your family. Not only did he firmly believe they would despise him for it, but above all else he had a gnawing fear that you would resent him for driving that wedge. “You know, you’re going to have to talk to him eventually.”

You scoffed, “I never want to speak to Sonny again. I hate him.”

“That’s not true and you know it.”

You rolled your eyes. As usual Rafael was right, but that didn’t mean you had to give in and be the first person to offer an olive branch. Sonny was a colossal jerk and he needed to learn a lesson.

“He’s just looking out for you,” Rafael continued. “In his own sick and twisted way.”

You arched a brow at your boyfriend. “So how much did you overhear when Sonny and I were in the kitchen?”

Rafael shrugged and averted his gaze, suddenly incredibly fascinated with the pattern on your rug. “Not much. Snippets really.”

“So pretty much all of it?”

“Pretty much,” he confirmed. “Did...did you ever love him?”

There was a pregnant pause before you responded. Rafael stared into the fire, watching the flames dance and flicker, unable to face you. Of course he already knew the answer was yes. You were a hopeless romantic. But the idea of you loving another man, planning a future with them, made his stomach knot up.

“I thought I did once. But it was different. I can see that now.”

Rafael nodded thoughtfully and grabbed the ice cream carton and bottle of tequila to take back into the kitchen. “How so?”

“Theo and I grew up together. We were childhood sweethearts. The only reason we got engaged is because that’s what people expected of us. It was the next step. But looking back, I realized I was complacent and complacency does not equal love.”

You glanced over at a picture on the coffee table of you and Rafael. You had taken it one lazy Sunday morning in bed, Rafael was kissing your cheek, his bed head sticking out in all directions while you were laughing hysterically. What the picture didn’t capture was that he was tickling that one spot right under your ribcage. You smiled fondly at that happy moment frozen in time. “Love should be scary. It’s taking chances. It’s thrilling. I never felt that with Theo. I feel all those things when I’m with you. I love you.”

Rafael walked back into the living room, completely stunned by your declaration. “What did you say?”

“I love you?” you said with a shrug, feeling a wave of nerves. Perhaps you had jumped the gun.

Rafael plopped down on the rug beside you. He had realized early on in the relationship that he loved you, but always chalked it up to indigestion and brushed his feelings aside. He never believed you would reciprocate so soon. “Are you sure?” He turned towards you and cupped your face. “This isn’t just the tequila and ice cream talking. You’re not drunk or on a raging sugar high?”

You giggled and mimicked his movements, cupping his cheeks. “I promise I am not under any influence of any kind. I love you, Rafael Barba. With every fiber of my being, I love you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek which he brushed away. “I love you too.” He leaned forward and captured your lips with a kiss. Parting your mouth with his tongue, his touch was gentle yet commanding. Your toes were beginning to curl.

A heat crept up your body and you started to undo the top few buttons of your dress. Out of the corner of his eye, Rafael spied a flash of emerald green against your skin and stopped his ministrations.

“What’s the matter?” you asked out of breath.

He ignored your question and tugged your dress aside a little more, revealing the silk emerald green corset. The corset that you had taunted him with when you invited him to lunch on Sunday. The corset that he had envisioned ripping to shreds with his teeth.

You giggled and blushed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “With all the drama, I forgot I had this on.”

“You mean...you wore this to church?”

You slowly nodded your head. “And to my parents’ house.”

Rafael was already rock hard, but now he was on the brink of coming in his pants at the mere thought of you wearing this sinful lingerie underneath your demure dress all day-- piously praying at St. Thomas; helping your mother with her marinara sauce in the kitchen. “Stand up so I can see you better,” he gruffly commanded.

You obeyed and slowly went back to the task of removing your dress. “Stop,” he said and replaced your hands with his. “Let me.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest at his request. A tiny whimper escaped your throat as he peeled your dress off. Rafael’s hands were trembling with each button. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen you naked before, but this time felt different. He was nervous. Locking eyes with you, he could see you were nervous too.

Once your clothes were shed, he drank you in from head to toe--from how that particular shade of green complimented your skin, to your hard nipples poking through the silk and lace, all the way down to the black thigh high stockings connected to your garters. “Eres perfecta,” he whispered, his eyes half-hooded with lust as he began to take off his clothes.

You grabbed his hands, effectively stopping him. “Allow me.” You arched your brow and began shedding layer after layer. You took your time, running your hands over his exposed flesh, feeling his firm muscles beneath your palms.

Completely lost in the sensation of your fingertips against his skin, the clanging of his belt against the floor brought Rafael back to reality. His boxer briefs were the last to go. With a flirty snap of the elastic, you rid him of his underwear, his hardened cock springing free. He toed out of his socks and stepped towards you, nudging his clothes out of the way.

You stared at each other for a long moment-- your chests heaving, bodies pulsating. The tension between you both was electric. Not wanting to wait another second, you pressed yourself against Rafael, kissing him hard, nibbling on his bottom lip. He returned the kiss with vigor. You could feel his throbbing erection weeping onto your inner thigh, brushing against your lace-covered pussy.

In awe of this beautiful man in your arms, you began to work your way down his body, laying wet wanton kisses across his skin. “Oh Y/N, please,” he whimpered. Hearing him beg, you raked your teeth against his nipple, a particular sensitive spot for Rafael. He gasped in response.

You smirked, reveling in the fact that you had reduced him to a begging, quivering mess. Kneeling before him, you took his cock in your hand and teasingly flicked your tongue against his slit.

Rafael groaned at the sight of you looking up at him with big innocent eyes and a wide welcoming mouth. From this angle, he could see the way your garters rested on the luscious curve of your ass.

You wrapped your lips around him, swirling around his crown as if you were sucking a lollipop, tracing every vein.

Rafael threw his head back and groaned, “Ay Dios mío.”

His cock felt hot and heavy in your mouth, you relaxed your throat as you slowly swallowed him down, pushing his head past your tight ring of muscle. Your nose was tickled by his trimmed pubic hair. He held your head there for a moment, relishing in the sensation.

You smacked his ass and grabbed a handful of his flesh before pulling off him with a pop. “Fuck my mouth, mi amor,” you purred while stroking his length. “Don’t hold back. I want all of it.”

He wrapped his hand around your long locks and fed you his cock. “You naughty little girl,” he growled before thrusting. “Going to put that mouth of yours to good use.”

“Mmmhmm,” you moaned. Tears were running down your cheeks as you gagged around him, taking everything he had to give. You loved when Rafael got rough. You craved it. Giving him pleasure brought you pleasure.

One of your hands reached up to massage his balls while the other reached in between his legs, pressing down on that strip of skin between his cock and his ass. That was all it took for Rafael to come undone. His cock swelled and released. His warm seed splashing against your tongue. Rafael came so hard, he was practically bent in half, clutching the mantle, grunting over and over again. You sucked him dry, not stopping until he gently pulled you off his sensitive cock.

“Jesus Christ,” he chuckled. “You have a mouth like a vacuum cleaner.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?” you asked, wiping away some of your smudged lipstick.

“I nearly had a heart attack just now, what do you think?” He had an evil glint in his eye and took several steps towards causing you to scoot back. “I think I need to repay the favor. Don’t you?”

“Only if you insist.” You laid back down on the floor in your most seductive pose.

Rafael knelt down. “Oh believe me”-- he grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him causing you to squeal in surprise--“I insist.”

He ran his hands across your body, pressing against your form through the silk. Wanting to repay you for your earlier torment, Rafael took his time disrobing you--tugging at the laces of your corset, unsnapping your garters, peeling your stockings off. There wasn’t an inch of skin left unattended from the crown of your head down to the arches of your feet.

You couldn’t catch your breath. “Payback is a bitch,” you thought as he sucked a mark onto your right hip. Rafael saved your thong for last, opting to tear it off you with his teeth.

He parted your folds, revealing your glistening pink pearl, stroking your soft, wet, sex. You spread your legs wider, feeling his hot breath on your pussy, arching your hips toward him. He clucked in disapproval. “So impatient.”

“Please,” you whimpered. “I need you.”

Unable to resist any longer (after all, he was only human), he began to worship your core. Offering his tongue as a prayer as he swirled around your lower lips and traced patterns on your clit.

You grinded against him. “More,” you pleaded.

With a loud squelch, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. “You have such a perfect little pussy. I love it so much”--he playfully bit down on your inner thighs-- “and it’s all mine. Isn’t it?” With an intense, heated stare, he spit on your pussy. The sensation of his saliva on your swollen clit caused you to jump.

“Yes, it’s yours,” you wailed.

“That’s right,” he cooed while slowly making concentric circles on your bundle of nerves, watching how his spit mingled with your dripping juices. “And you’re gonna come all over my face, aren’t you?”

You arched your back and gasped. “Oh God, yes! Yes!

“Shhh, that’s my good girl,” he said with a smirk before devouring you once more. Your moans of “More” and “Don’t stop” spurred him on.

With his mouth wrapped around your clit, he penetrated you with his fingers, stroking that spot deep within you that drove you insane. One crook of his finger had you coming with a shriek.

Feeling your core pulse against his tongue as he fucked you through your orgasm unleashed something savage within him. He buried his face against you, groaning, his lips and chin completely coated in your arousal. Already hard from eating you out, he rutted against the rug, desperate for some relief.

His tongue was relentless while he fucked you with his fingers until he ripped another orgasm from you. By the third time you had come, you melted onto the floor. And yet you wanted more. With Rafael, it was never enough.

You pushed him off you and straddled him, kissing him with such fierce passion he toppled back to the floor. “I want to show you how much I love your cock.” You nuzzled your nose with his before sitting up and dragging your center against his length. Hovering over his cock for a moment, you lowered yourself onto him.

Rafael grabbed your hips to keep you in place as he rotated his pelvis, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock. Your whole body shuddered. Digging your nails into his chest, you began to rock against him.

Rafael groaned, watching you fuck him. “Look down, querida. Look at how fucking sexy you look riding me.”

You followed his gaze down to where you were being impaled by him. Biting back a whimper, you experimentally flexed your muscles, squeezing against his cock. Rafael choked out a sob which only encouraged you to speed up your movements.

You lifted almost completely off him before slamming back down.

Flames licked at your flesh as you continued to bounce on his cock. Rivulets of sweat dripped off of you, one drop running down your chest. Rafael sat up and caught it with his tongue, holding you close as he latched on to your nipple, suckling against the hardened bud before repeating his actions on your other breast.

Your bodies worked in tandem, pushing and pulling. You were reduced to a wild animal, clawing at Rafael. Red streaks covered his sweaty skin. He loved it, wanting nothing more than to be claimed by you, his own ethereal goddess.

“Rafael!” you cried out in a hoarse voice. He cut you off with a searing kiss.

“I love you,” he moaned against your lips.

“I love you too.” Tears began to run down your cheeks. Your heart was beating fast, blood pounding in your ears, pressure mounting. You were too far gone by this point. Can you die from pleasure? Oh...but what a way to go.

He pulled back, forcing you to lock eyes with him. His eyebrows furrowed, mouth slack, panting and whimpering with every thrust. You pressed your forehead against his, your breaths mingling. This was beyond the physical. Your souls were melding, transforming one another.

You simultaneously erupted, swallowing each other’s moans and grunts, stroking each other through your respective releases. When you finally floated back down to earth, you collapsed on the floor, your bodies still connected.

“Holy shit,” you sighed.

“I know,” Rafael panted.

“If I knew saying ‘I love you’ would lead to mind blowing sex, I would’ve said it a whole lot earlier,” you teased.

“I knew you were only after me for my body.” Rafael let out a breathless laugh and tickled that one spot on your side. Exhausted and not in any hurry to move, you both laid there as the fire weakened until only a few dull embers glowed.

You nestled against his chest, having never felt so happy. As cheesy and cliché as it sounded, you wish you could stay that way forever. That is until the events from earlier in the day came floating back into your mind. You had no idea what you were going to do with your family, especially Sonny.

But that wasn’t a question for tonight. Right now you were perfectly content being wrapped up in your own little world. Just you and Rafael.

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ingek73 · 3 years

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Duchess Kate’s uncle Gary Goldsmith ‘doesn’t believe’ the Duchess of Sussex

March 29, 2021

By Kaiser

I’m a broken record about this, but gosh, the Middletons and Goldsmiths are incredibly shady. Take your pick of bizarre, unanswered questions. Where did the Middletons’ money really come from? What happened with the story about the marijuana farm adjacent to the Middletons’ property in Bucklebury? What happened to “dodgy” Uncle Gary Goldsmith and all of the drugs he had sitting around the La Maison de Bang Bang, the same party house where William and Kate used to stay constantly during their courtship? Why does a man who publicly assaulted his wife feel the need to chime in on his niece’s in-laws? Why do the Middletons use Uncle Gary to bash the Sussexes publicly, on the record? Why does it feel like there’s some major panic inside the Middletons’ PR operation these days? Please allow the Duchess of Cambridge’s dodgy uncle to go on the record to the Mail on Sunday about how his niece’s sister-in-law is a liar. You cannot make this sh-t up.

It was one of the most incendiary claims in Meghan’s bombshell interview with Oprah Winfrey – that she had been reduced to tears by the Duchess of Cambridge during an emotional row in the run-up to her wedding. Now, Kate’s uncle has stepped in to defend his niece, saying bluntly: ‘I don’t believe for a moment that Kate made Meghan cry.’

Speaking for the first time since the allegations aired, Gary Goldsmith told The Mail on Sunday: ‘I’ve known Kate since she was born and she doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. It’s just simply not in her nature. She’s even lovelier on the inside than on the outside. If anyone had a hissy fit, it must have been Meghan. Kate would have been trying to make the peace. I would fight for Kate’s honour until the day I die. She is the most spectacular person I’ve ever met.’

Meghan’s comments came after Oprah asked her about reports that she had made Kate cry in a row over bridesmaids’ dresses for her 2018 wedding to Prince Harry. The Duchess of Sussex responded: ‘The reverse happened. I don’t say that to be disparaging to anyone’, adding that Kate later apologised. But Mr Goldsmith, the 55-year-old brother of Kate’s mother Carole, says he ‘doesn’t believe a word’ that Meghan said.

‘When Meghan first entered the Royal Family, I was made up for Harry,’ he said. ‘Like the rest of the country, it seemed she was the real deal and it was a marriage made in heaven. But what has happened is heartbreaking. I don’t blame Meghan – she’s a Hollywood starlet. You can’t blame a tiger for biting the head off a sheep. But I don’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth. She’s an actress and knows how to manipulate her audience. I don’t believe for a second she had to Google the words to the National Anthem. Harry has been singing it since the age of five.’

He also questioned Harry’s response to the effects that joining the Royal Family had on Meghan’s state of mind. ‘The last time I checked, he was the face of a mental wellbeing charity,’ Mr Goldsmith said: ‘Where was he in all this? Surely as her husband, he should have been able to give her the help and support she needed. He’s a senior Army officer who has been in a war zone. He should be able to stand up for himself and his wife. He shouldn’t claim to be family-centric when he has hurt everyone who loves him. You don’t ask for anonymity and take a step back from public life to then throw your family and your grandmother under a bus on TV. Why would you do that? The Royal Family is not racist, it’s not sexist, it’s not ageist. They are a moral compass.’

Mr Goldsmith, a recruitment consultant, contrasted the Sussexes’ attitude to that of his niece and her husband. Speaking ahead of his first TV interview next month, in an ITV documentary to mark William and Kate’s tenth anniversary, he said: ‘Both William and Kate understand they are being paid by the taxpayer to do a job. They smash it. It’s a tough gig. It’s relentless. But it’s also a position of privilege. If you have that privilege, don’t throw it back in people’s faces. In all the years Kate has been in the public eye, she has never put a foot wrong. She was born for the role. She has risen above the criticism and just got on with the job.’

[From The Daily Mail]

Considering Gary hits all of the well-established Middleton talking points, I think we can safely say that Middleton HQ sent Gary out to speak to the Mail on Sunday. It might have even been authorized by Kensington Palace for all we know – they clearly want the narrative focused on how KATE was “attacked” by Meghan when Meghan was like, actually Kate made me cry and she apologized and it was fine. Better to focus on that than “who spoke to Harry about what their children’s skin color would be.” Better to focus on Kate’s incessant Karen Drama rather institutional white supremacy and the profound dysfunction at the heart of the royal establishment. But really, this is just a completely sh-tty look from Kate and her mother. Also, note to Carole, Gary and the rest of the Karen Klan: Meghan said she has receipts. Did y’all forget about that? Or are you trying to make Meghan drop the receipts on your asses?

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anonil88 · 3 years

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I guess I can liveblog me watching the premiere of Genera+ion and I'll be honest im only watching this because Justice is in it haha.

Genera+ion Ep.1 liveblog

This is rated TV-MA so watch at your own discretion.

Spoilers below as always

I'm glad this girl is wanting to call 911 which tbh she should of just called 911.

Chester:

Hi Chester this is cute but that would have been a dress code violation. Well at least this is realistic because he is getting a dress code write up.

I dont know how high-schools do this now but they had a bin of alternative clothing aka old school merchandise and extra gym clothes for you to change in.

This is semi realistic to how kids would talk to teachers in high-school aka not knowing the concept of boundaries.

Chester and Jules Vaughn would get along if only to steal eachothers clothes.

Oh he plays sports and is popular.....

Yea my alma mater high-school would have been like heres another violation because Chester is just walking around on school grounds like this:

Nooooooo please not another student/teacher relationship brewing. I hope this ends up just with Chester having a crush that isn't reciprocated but he learns and grows from it. I thought teacher student relationships were messy and gross even when I was in high school with a teacher crush.

Oh he's sad and alone but is super popular.

Wait Nathan is really at this party and is real and they are going to meet.

Yea thats not something to joke about Chester, even if it was like some repressed just sad phrase that sparks concern in a lot of people.

Who was that girl?

Who is this girl?

Where's Nathan? Uh what is going on? This is weird. (The setup of this conversation and the writing of the coversation is just weird and feels like something that wouldn't happen.)

Greta:

Someone has a crush? Or maybe she just compares herself a lot to this other girl.

Ana seems so fun. Ay I love this kid lmfao he is playing video games in a wig.

Oh she is gay.

This is how arguments with teenagers sometimes go as an adult, you just stand there like huh while they blow off that hormonal anger.

Uhhhhh this girl is a homophobe with gay parents.

So these stories do move in tandem got it.

Her story is so short by comparison

Nathan

What the fuck kind of p**n is this damn kid watching? Hot dogs?

They are self censoring themselves in a arguments? Just dont cuss at your parents and then you won't have to yell because who the hecking first place told you etc. etc. This sterile ass family calendar, ew.

The sibling chemistry when these two are supposed to be buddy buddy siblings is so so dry. They don't even feel like siblings.

Hydroflask sksksks

Oh he was drawing on her arm the entire time what does it say.

They are bringing up the savior feminist person that every single generation has.. That person always brings stuff like this up in the wrong class like math.

So their relationship is sour already? Huh?

Oh there is a church in this school or is it just

A dick pic?

Uh why would she record that? That is fucking weird especially because she is his little sister and she was snooping. All of this because he took a pic of her?

What a bitch threatening to out him (Even as someone who was outted i really am tired of this storyline being told time and time again in regards to queerness. Also its usually always happening to very non femme white m_n), and she is really low key homophobic. No wonder she's friends with that other homophobe girl. Why does she care if he's gay.

What high-school student is listening to Jessie Ware at a house party?

This is why he was freaking out? Because he got a little cum in his eye. Weird as fuck.

OH thats his sisters boyfriend's cum, oof. But who sleeps with their siblings brother? Especially a sibling that they were super close with? Revenge? For what?

Does he like this girl too and that guy since he's apparently bi.

This writing of this show is again sigh.

Oh it was her house party, why the fuck would he write that on his friend fucking weird. Me and my friends wrote on eachothers arms in high-school but it was drawings of pigeons and gloomy bear sometimes song lyrics. He wrote property of.....that's weird as hell.

Who is she i wanna know more about her?

And its over.

Overall: for a pilot this is meh very very lackluster, which is a bad sign for a pilot. There is little that makes this show special to me from the first episode. Which special can come from a lot of things but this episode did not have that special thing. I am going to watch the other two uploaded episodes to get a better idea of the show. I do think this show is much more realistic than a lot of other teen dramas. In terms of the scenarios happening are more palatable and the moments of 2nd hand embarrassment are realistic. Those moments thats are supposed to be funny or give you a chuckle feel very dry. In general the writing is......

I do think people who are adverse to programs like Skins and Euphoria (which euphoria is realistic but has dramatics and is very in your face about heavy topics) will enjoy this. This reminds me of shows like Degrassi and Grand Army with a bit more "grit" and not as graphic as other teen shows. Warning there is still some mentions, alluding to, and depictions of sexual encounters and p**n. If anyone else watched or watches this show im interested in your thoughts.

#genera+ion #generation hbo #genera+ion hbo #hbo max

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redrobinhoods · 3 years

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routine comforts | Foxiyo Week 2020

AO3 Link | 1,800 words (approx)

A/N: Posting this from a tent by the river in the mountains so formatting may be a mess, sorry. Big shoutout to @lilhawkeye3 and CollisionTheory (AO3) for proofreading this for me and to @amukmuk for hosting this event! <3

Summary: After the destruction left behind by Cad Bane and Rako Hardeen at the Coruscant Prison, Fox is forced to take a break by the two beings closest to him.

Routine: schedule, daily, familiar. Day 1 @foxiyoweek

Fox sighed as he flicked the flimsiwork into the ‘complete’ pile on the far side of his desk. Despite how much that pile seemed to grow, the ‘incomplete’ pile wasn’t shrinking. Or, at least, it wasn’t shrinking fast enough. He should have been done by now. He would have been done by now and at Riyo’s apartment, wrapped up in her arms, if some of the more notorious bounty hunters in the galaxy hadn’t chosen that night to break out of prison.

But they did.

So he was here in the Senate filing death certificates, new clearances, and security protocol approvals instead of burying his face in Riyo’s hair. Worse, he could’ve been sprawled out on her couch at this very moment, dealing with this all on a datapad, had the prison records been online. But if it was online, it was susceptible to power failure and exploitation. That was how it was justified to them. Fox thought that they just didn’t want to spend the credits when he was the one suffering for the system’s failure.

“Want some caf?”

Fox sighed and rubbed his fingers across his eyes. He didn’t know if he did. It could help him concentrate or it could give him a headache. He didn’t think he could stand the latter right now. “Thanks, Thorn, but I think I’ll just die instead.”

“That’s my line.” Thorn let the door shut behind him as he entered Fox’s office. “Go home, Fox.”

“I can’t.”

“I can get the rest of this. You need to drink a shot of caf, hop in a speeder, and run home to the beautiful woman who’s been waiting to see your face all day.”

When Fox looked up, it was to find Thorn leaning over his desk, their faces inches away.

“Do you want me to sign with my number or your number?” Thorn persisted.

“Mine. Or they’ll send it back to me for secondary approval.” Fox rose from his chair and switched sides of the desk with Thorn. “Thorn, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Fox.” Thorn took the pen Fox had discarded and twirled it between his fingers. “You have Riyo Chuchi at home, I’ve got Stone. You have a lot more to look forward to.”

Fox paused before he reached the door. “I’ll tell Stone you said that.”

“Like you’ll remember in the morning.” Thorn made a shooing motion. “Give Chuchi my love.”

“It’s not worth a lot.”

“Well, neither are we. Out!”

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Fox nearly collapsed at Riyo’s door. He might have, had her security system not notified her of his approach so that she was standing there when he opened the door, her arms open for him to lean in to.

“Long day?” She asked as she buried her face into his chestplate.

“Horribly so.” He admitted, letting his helmet fall to rest against the top of her head.

“I have a cure for long days, you know.”

“You are my cure for long days.”

She pulled herself from his grip so that she could bring both hands up to his helmet and pull it down to her lips. “I know. Go strip this off and we’ll get the cure started.”

When his armor had been laid neatly on her dresser, Fox walked back into the living spaces to find Riyo sitting at the bar with a platter laying before her.

“I knew you wouldn’t be too hungry after today, so I had my aide grab some Pantoran cheeses and meats earlier. You pick the wine.”

Of course. She would have heard about the prison by now. Fox walked into the kitchen area to the cabinet where Riyo kept the food items she received as senatorial gifts and from receptions. He grabbed the first wine bottle he saw. “I didn’t know Pantora was known for its cheese.”

“It’s not. But did you expect us to live off silk?”

Fox laughed and held the bottle out to the small uncorking mechanism hidden under the kitchen lip of the bar. “Point taken.”

“Have you ever had a platter like this?” She asked when he began to pour them each a glass.

“I’ve seen others eat them. You put cheese and meat on the cracker and eat it together.” He shook his head and recorked the bottle. “I sound like a droid trying to describe eating.”

Riyo held out the cracker she had just assembled. “Try it.”

Fox bent over and gently took a bite, staring down into the marbled stone of the bar top as he chewed, taking in the new flavors. “That’s amazing.”

“Then come sit down and make your own!” Riyo said before eating the rest of the cracker she had offered him.

So Fox made his way back around to the barstool beside Riyo and listened as she began to tell him about her day, the senators and representatives who had irked her, and his brothers’ conversations that she had overheard in the Senate halls as he munched on some of the nicest crackers, cheeses, and meats that he had ever been allowed to touch. Before long, he was lounging on the couch with her in his lap, unconsciously swirling another glass of wine in his hand as he related the latest Coruscant Guard office disputes. The petty pranks his brothers pulled on one another were far easier to share than the deaths and injuries that had also occurred that day. Like this, surrounded by nice things and with Riyo in his embrace, he could almost imagine he was something other than property. The only thing stopping him from fully falling into that fantasy was the knowledge that his comm could beep with an emergency at any time and that Riyo didn’t care if he was a free being or property. It didn’t stop her from staring up at him in pure adoration. And when he had run out of happy things to say, it didn’t matter who he belonged to when she reached up to bring his lips down to hers.

“Can we go to bed early tonight?” He murmured once she allowed him to withdraw.

“Of course, love.” She murmured back before untangling her limbs from his and rising from the couch, offering him a hand to follow her.

When Riyo dragged him into her bedroom, Fox stopped her to pull her back in for another long, slow kiss. She had told him before that his kisses were almost too gentle, but he could never be rough with her unless she explicitly told him that she wanted something rougher that night.

“How in the galaxy was I the one you chose?” He sighed.

“I liked how you walked.” She winked up at him.

“And were your suspicions confirmed?”

“Confirmed and more.” She tugged on his hands again to pull him towards the bed. “Come hold me, I’m cold.”

She knew exactly how to hook him. “I swear, you only love me for my body heat.”

“No...” She drew the word out, giving him a pitiful look. “Something far more artificial, I swear.”

“Well, that settles it.” He gave into her gentle tugs and followed her to bed.

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When he woke, it was to Riyo gently tracing her finger across the curve of his hips. He opened his eyes to find her propped up on her side beside him, her hair cascading down in messy waves over his face.

“You need to shave.” She beamed down at him.

“Good morning to you too.” He closed his eyes again as he felt a tired smile tug at his lips. “Shower?”

“Do you even need to ask?” But she didn’t rise, so neither did he. Instead, Riyo lay herself across Fox’s bare chest and took in a deep breath, breathing him in. “I don’t suppose that clones can take sick days?”

“Not unless you’re actively dying, no.” He could feel her weight on his chest as he breathed, warm and comforting.

“Then I suppose a shower will do.” This time she rose from the bed, padding quietly across the wood floor to the bathroom. Fox waited until he heard the water tap begin to run before he too rose and followed her.

Riyo’s shower was truly meant for only one being, but with some maneuvering the two of them could fit with Riyo pressed against Fox’s chest. Fox didn’t think that she quite minded and he rather enjoyed the excuse to be the one to rub her soap across her skin, especially since she would then do the same for him. Anything to touch her, or feel her touch. But the shower never lasted as long as he wished it would and far too soon he was slipping his blacks on while Riyo dried her hair. Before Riyo needed the mirror to assist with her senatorial hairstyle, Fox quickly lathered on shaving cream and reached for the elegant razor Riyo had bought him.

“What would they say if you grew a beard?” Riyo asked as she watched him in the mirror.

“Instant death.” He paused to grin at her. “No. But my helmet line would itch while it grew out.”

“Can’t have that.” She shook her head, not even trying to hide the smile spreading across her features as she laughed at him.

When he had finished, he moved aside to let Riyo occupy the space. She had already parted her hair, and he gently took hold of one section and tugged it down so that he could lean over to kiss her. “Breakfast?” He asked when he had pulled back.

“I’m meeting with Senator Amidala, actually.” She smiled apologetically. “But you’re welcome to cook something for yourself.”

“I’ll just get Thire to grab me something. He needs tasks or he gets bored.” He bent over once more to kiss Riyo’s cheek then went back into the bedroom to reassemble his armor. When put together, he went back to the bathroom doorway to watch Riyo put the finishing touches on her hair before selecting a headpiece. “Want me to grab you your robes?”

She met his gaze in the mirror. “Please. The turtleneck, if you don’t mind.”

He never thought he’d be familiar with her closet, but here he was picking out the beautiful maroon and gold dress for her. Then a few seconds later he was slipping it over her head, careful not to smudge her makeup, and buttoning the back.

“Thank you!” She beamed at him as she finished tracing the curve of her eyes. Simple, beautiful. Then again, he always thought she was beautiful. “Will you be escorting me to the Senate today?”

“As always.” He promised. As he had the day before, as he would tomorrow, and as he would every day for as long as he could return to her.

#foxiyo #commander fox #riyo chuchi #commander thorn #foxiyoweek2020 #my fics

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achillestiel · 3 years

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Eight Months Later

“Ok. From the very top, tell me what exactly happened.” Cas said, sliding his phone into the clip-in phone holder his assistant Hannah had given him at Christmas. On the screen, his former ex-husband grinned sheepishly. “Don’t smile at me like that Dean, it won’t work.” Cas added.

“In Claire’s defence, she didn’t start it.” Dean said. “Which is a phrase I never thought I would say.” he added when he saw Cas’ disbelieving look. “Some seniors pushed Jack over during lunch. Kaia saw the whole thing, tried to stop them but they wouldn’t leave him alone so she grabbed Claire and Alex. Claire punched the tallest of them in the face, which is actually pretty impressive when you think about it because the kid is probably a foot taller than Claire.”

“Dean, she’s been suspended for a week.” Cas said, stifling a groan as Hannah placed a mug of decaf green tea in front of him. “Suspended Dean. I get why she did it

“It’s fine. She’s going to work in the shop with me and now every kid at school knows not to mess with the Winchester-Novak twins. Hey Hannah, tell him to stop stressing.”

“Stop being so stressed out.” Hannah said to Cas. “You’ll be on a plane home in just a few short hours. I’ve completely cleared your schedule until tuesday so you can have a nice weekend with Dean and the kids. Stop with the stress.”

“Listen to Hannah, she’s smart.” Dean said. Hannah shot Dean a thankful smile as she walked back to her desk. “She’s right, you’ll be home soon and we’ve got the whole weekend together.” Dean added.

“I can’t wait, this week has really dragged.”

“Well the whole gang and I will be picking you up from the airport before you know it.” Dean said, his whole face lighting up when he smiled at Cas. “I better go and make sure Claire isn’t doing like setting the kitchen on fire out of boredom. I love you Cas, can’t wait to see you.”

“I love you too Dean, I’ll see you this evening.” Cas said, hanging up and resting his hand in his hands.

“Oh God, are you stressing out again?” Hannah asked, her head popping up from her desk. “Cas, you know that Dean loves you. He’s not going to say no.”

“Do you think it’s too soon to be asking him to marry me?”

“Weren’t you two married already? He’s not going to say no.” Hannah said, rolling her eyes. “Please just drink your green tea and calm down.” she added, returning to her work and occasionally muttering under her breath.

The past eight months had been a whirlwind of change for everyone. After a lengthy discussion it was decided that Cas and Jack would move to Kansas. The house in Washington was sold so they could buy a larger property in Lawrence. During the week Cas stayed in Washington in an apartment not far from his office and flew home on the weekends. It wasn’t the best of situations but for now, they were making it work.

In the words of Claire Winchester, Dean was ‘spiralling’. He had been sitting in his bedroom for thirty minutes just staring at the wall. He wasn’t going to talk about the forty minutes he had spent before that pacing back and forth, occasionally flinging himself on the bed before resuming his pacing.

“Told you, he’s doing it again.” Claire said from the doorway.

“Yeah, you were right. He’s spiralling.” Jack intoned, standing next to her and eating a bowl of dry Cookie Crunch cereal with his fingers.

“I can hear both of you and Jack, stop eating. You’ll ruin dinner.” Dean said, finally ripping his eyes away from the wall. “And I’m not spiralling.”

“You are.” The twin said at the same time. “You and Pops really are perfect for each other.” Claire added. “You need to stop wigging out, it’s going to be fine.”

“I don’t want it to just be fine Claire, I want it to be great.” Dean said. Claire rolled her eyes as she grabbed a handful of dry cereal out of the bowl in Jack’s hand. “Will you two please stop eating? We’ll be going to grab Cas in half an hour.”

“So maybe it’s time to get up off the bed, get dressed and nut up Winchester.” Claire said. At that comment Dean looked over and glared at her. “What? It’s just a suggestion. We don’t know why you’re freaking out so much.”

“Yeah, all you’re doing is asking dad to marry you...again.” Jack said. “Why are you worried?”

“Scared he’ll say no?” Claire asked with a snort. Once again Dean just glared at her. “God, I think I preferred it when you used to cry over cowboy films.” She added, grabbing a handful of cereal and swiftly exiting the room. “Just man up!” she added loudly as she stomped down the hall.

“She might have a point, dad. Please don’t ground me for agreeing with Claire.” Jack said quickly.

Several hours later Dean, Claire, Jack, Sam and Eileen were all standing in the arrival lounge waiting for Cas to appear. Dean’s heart was hammering violently against his chest and he’d already thrown up twice. Claire and Jack held up a sign saying ‘Welcome Home Pops’. It was a bit frayed and battered as it was the same sign they brought with everytime they picked up Cas from the airport but it had become something of a family tradition. While Dean bounced nervously from foot to foot, Eileen rubbed soothingly on his back.

“It’ll be great Dean, stop freaking out.” She said.

I think I’m going to throw up again Dean signed to her.

“You’re not going to throw up. Just calm the f...hell down.” Sam said with a roll of his eyes. “At least you’re sober this time and not on a boat.”

“Please don’t talk about the boat, I’m trying really hard to not throw up right now.” Dean muttered. He focused on breathing and out, all the while keeping an eye on the arrivals board. Cas’ plane had landed ten minutes prior. He’d be here any-

“There he is!” Claire called out, waving her free hand frantically. Dean’s head snapped from the board to where Cas was walking towards them, a huge smile on his face when he saw everyone. Before he had time to freak out even more so, Dean hurried over to Cas and threw his arms around him. All the while thankful to Eileen for shoving several pieces of gum in his hand after he’d finished throwing up.

“God I’ve missed you.” Cas said as he hugged Dean. “Are you ok? You look a bit pale.”

“I’m fine. Fine.” Dean said quickly. “I’ve just really missed you too. Look, the whole rabble his here!” he added, guiding Cas over to where the others were waiting for him. Claire and Jack raced over, hugging their dads tightly as Eileen and Sam grinned. Sneakily, Sam was already video calling Gabriel so he could witness what was about to happen.

“I can’t wait to get home and just spend the whole weekend with you all.” Cas said. “Shall we head back, grab some dinner? Sam, Eileen do you want to join us?”

“Hold up Cas...there’s something I need to do first.” Dean said, he needed to do this now before he chickened out completely. Covertly, Claire pulled her phone out and started to record.

“What’s going on?” Cas asked, his brow furrowing.

“Um...Cas, I love you. I know that it’s been a real crazy couple of months. Especially with Team Parent Trap and their crazy plans but I love you. I loved you when we first met and I love you even more now.” Dean stammered out, coughing ever so slightly with nerves. “So Cas...um…” Dean said as he lowered down onto one knee.

“Dean, are you trying to propose right now in the middle of an airport?” Cas asked. Dean stared up at him with a terrified look on his face.

“Oh god, it’s too soon isn’t it? That’s what you’re going to say. It’s too soon and you spend your weeks in Washington and-”

“Dean Winchester, of course I want to marry you, you idiot.” Cas said, sighing with exasperation. “That’s why I was going to propose...tonight...at dinner.”

“Wow...and you called us morons for switching places.” Jack said while Claire just howled with laughter.

“Wait.” Dean said. He was still down on one knee, now just looking up at Cas with a bewildered expression. “You were planning on proposing tonight?”

“Yes Dean, I was.” Cas said, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.

“You know, maybe you two should have actually talked about this before. This probably wouldn’t be happening.” Sam suggested. Next to him Eileen was having to hold her side while she laughed.

“Oh yeah, and ruin a surprise engagement Sammy. Dumbass.” Dean shot over to his brother.

“This is amazing.” Claire said, holding up her phone. “I’m so glad I’m filming this car crash. This is going on TikTok.”

“Ok I’m getting up now.” Dean said with a laugh as Cas held out a hand to help him up. “I can’t believe how badly this is going.” He added with a shake of his head. “Cas, I know this really hasn’t been too long and we saw each other again because our kids were idiots-”

“Hey!” Claire and Jack yelled out.

“Shut up, I’m trying to propose here! Castiel Novak, will you marry me? Again”

“Yes, yes I will. Dean Winchester, will you marry me again?”

“Sure, go on then.” Dean said with a grin. He pulled Cas in for a kiss as several onlookers clapped and cheered. “As badly as this went it was still better than the first proposal.”

“Let’s try and not have any more ok? It’s just you and me, now and forever.”

“Hey!” Claire and Jack yelled for the second time.

“Ok, just you, me and the kids. Forever.”

“I don’t know Cas, forever is a really long.”

“Dean Winchester, you infuriate me.” Cas said with a groan. Dean just laughed and pulled him for yet another kiss.

“Yeah but you love me.”

“I do...I really do.”

#deancas parent trap #deancas fic #destiel fic #deancas ficlet #castielsbeeslippers #a-profoundbond #smiledean #annnnnd we are DONE #now i can put of writing the unreal au #and my dcbb

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Cupid’s Bow - Asmodeus

This is what I needed the love songs for :) The song lyrics are in bold/italic. I used “Something So Beautiful” by Yongzoo, and it’s super cute. I think you should listen to it at least once!

Have a sappy, magical confession!

I hope you like it! It’s my first major Asmo piece :o

RAD was in an absolute uproar. This week was a literal once-a-year event and Asmo wouldn’t miss out. He couldn’t! That would just be heartbreaking to the general public, honestly. The fifth-born was up almost inconceivably early—earlier than his routine usually demanded! It pained him to be anything less than perfect but he could forgive himself this once (his skin was to die for on any day, makeup or not).

Rumor had it that Diavolo bought enough Cupid’s Bow for the entire academy but Asmodeus wouldn’t leave it to chance. These blossoms were one of the most finicky breeds in all of the Devildom, sought out for their magical properties and uncanny ability to detect soulmates. They were nurtured meticulously, religiously bred, and highly regarded for the enchanting aroma they emitted when they bloomed.

If they bloomed.

Though rare, some poor souls never got theirs to open and had to wait another year. That’s why Asmo never purchased one in his hundreds of years alive. Some small part of him, the part that worried he’d never find true love due to the burden and weakness of being the Avatar of Lust, was always afraid he’d end up with a lump of heart-shaped petals. He’d rather have fun in the moment, fill the desirous ache with teeth and tongues and Demonus.

Despite the ungodly hour and the fact that he flew over, there were easily forty people between him and the stacks of flowers. He couldn’t bring himself to admire the flowered vines crawling up the stand and supporting the sign, or how RAD seemed to be a bit greener as if to set the mood. Asmodeus’ lips twisted up in a grateful smile as he thanked whatever luck existed in the Devildom that no one felt like talking. Sure, there were murmurs of ‘perfect spots’ and who so-and-so planned to give the flower to, but he refused to hear any of it right now.

He couldn’t, really. His heart was in a giddy flutter, bouncing against his ribs and stirring up the warmth that made standing in the early morning chill of the Devildom more bearable.

The rose hit his hand and Asmo gripped it like his life depended on it. His first instinct was to jet back to the house but the sheer delicacy of the bud was enough to stop him in his tracks. The realization of its frailness, the fact that he’d only get one, lanced across him like a celestial blade.

It made him flinch, and he was surprised to feel it. His hand shook around the thorn-studded stem. Asmodeus calmed his wildly beating heart with a single breath, charming his way out of the line. His red-yellow eyes could just make out the House of Lamentation in the distance.

Now, how to offer it to you?

Human world soil had long since lost the ability to grow Cupid’s Bow. He wasn’t sure if it was a lack of magical caretakers, the inability to enchant the soil, or the fact that the human world no longer supported magic. No one on earth seemed to know what the Cupid’s Bow was anymore. The idea of presenting flowers to loved ones—and the fact that flowers had meanings—was all that remained of the tradition (centuries of bad translations, destroyed books, and eroded pictograms didn’t help anything.)

This was something you’d see once in your life (unless the exchange program was renewed and you came back next year!) It had to be special. As the Avatar of Lust and leading expert on anything relationship related, Asmodeus would be doing you a disservice if he didn’t plan the perfect reveal!

But what if it didn’t open when he handed it to you? He couldn’t bear the thought! Asmodeus had been in absolute agony—nearly sick—about how to confess to you. Had been for a while. Part of him was worried he was reading into things, seeing what he wanted to see, but another part of him knew that you felt the same way.

He could prove it with a pact but didn’t want to cheat like that. Pacts allowed the bonded pair to share emotions; if he stayed on the bond plane long enough your emotions would become his own. Asmodeus would get an idea of your innermost feelings. As tempting as the idea was, he didn’t want to risk the gaping, cold nothingness he’d surely feel if you considered him anything but someone you loved romantically. Several of his brothers were surprised to hear he hadn’t made a pact with you yet, but he always gave the same excuse of Solomon being demanding.

Asmodeus had been alive for a long time, and his list of lovers was even longer. Being the Avatar of Lust meant he spent a fair time courting and every date he’d been on was unique. He’d never repeated a date (not every detail, at least). This would be no exception. He slipped into the House of Lamentation, Cupid’s Bow held out at arm’s length so it would be the first thing to enter the protections.

That wouldn’t protect it from one of his brothers but it was away from the outside and that’s what mattered. Silverware tinkled in the distance, Beelzebub and Lucifer setting the table for breakfast. Should he hand it to you at breakfast, when everyone was present and make them absolutely sick with jealousy?

Very, very tempting! Then he could brag about it to the school! Maybe even get picked up by Majolish! After all, it would be crazy rare to have one of the two exchange students as his fated betrothed. To know would set him free and give him bliss he hadn’t experienced since his first feeding as the Avatar of Lust, but was it really good enough?

Couples shared their Cupid’s Bow stories for centuries, passing it down like a family heirloom. An impatient breakfast proposal seemed very lackluster, given his reputation. He’d been torturing himself for months, what was one more day? Asmodeus hadn’t even realized he’d started up the stairs towards your room until Lucifer squeezed gently on his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

“You’re bleeding,” the eldest frowned. Something was clearly amiss if perfect Asmodeus was letting himself bleed. The prick of pain turned into a burrowing sting as he looked at the thorn embedded in his palm. Drops of blood ran along the lines of his soft hand and down his wrist. Lucifer didn’t have to ask what was wrong, the flower was enough of an answer. He was fairly certain it was the first time Asmodeus had bought one to give out but he dared not say it.

Lucifer could already see the ideas spinning in Asmodeus’ eyes. His little brother’s eyes grew pinker, an enchanting, luminous pink that was love itself. Their eyes tended to lose the gradient when swept up in the emotion of their sin. When it came to you, love and lust were the same for Asmodeus. The charm literally hummed in Asmodeus’ veins; Lucifer could feel it pulsing in his wrist.

It was a persistent, almost anxious feeling. One begging him to bound up the stairs and into your room. To throw himself at your feet or into your arms and all that you were. “Smaller ambitions are still noble,” Lucifer cautioned as he ran his thumb across the wound to lay a thin sheet of healing magic. Asmodeus could hardly remember when Lucifer last touched him without gloves, heart stuttering at the comforting but nervous squeeze.

Asmodeus was very much a ‘go big or go home’ type, and he knew Lucifer was afraid of him falling too far. They had fallen too far once, and it cost them dearly. Some of them had never really healed. He was afraid of that, himself.

The grand vision of you in a diaphanous dress of his own design, sitting pretty on a picnic blanket before a Devilgram-worthy spread of delicate treats as he presented the rose was dashed by cold dread. Suddenly the idea of waking you up from a dream wasn’t so bad. He wouldn’t be out a lot of money and he could wallow in shame from the comfort of his room if things went wrong.

It won’t go wrong, something soothed him. It swept throughout his body, a strangely familiar tide. Some omnipotent whisper…the remains of something he’d lost when he fell from the Celestial Realm. Emboldened, Asmodeus swept up the stairs and knocked on your door.

He felt like he was floating. Maybe he was just light-headed from holding his breath? Asmodeus heard your sleepy invitation, opening the door to see you twisted in the sheets and struggling to sit up. His heart broke free of the stranglehold, bumping up to his tongue and shaking the knot loose. Asmodeus poured his heart out.

A genuine, soft ramble. An honest soliloquy. It was like the first record of love itself, something that would leave Helen of Troy, Guinevere, and Cleopatra wanting. The sheer joy of your undivided attention almost caused him to bite his tongue. Somehow, he persisted. “People think that I cannot love, being the Avatar of Lust, and I spent centuries believing them. Living up to the expectation of flings and everything lust means…it wasn’t until I met you that I knew I was capable of love. Real love.”

You were so red you thought you’d pass out. Asmo gave you a dazzling smile and you were surprised to see he had dimples. “As a token of this love, I ask that you take this flower. It is a flower borne from the seeds of fate itself.” Asmodeus held the rose out to you, turning it slightly so you’d grab a thorn-free piece.

He didn’t know if he wanted to explode or puke.

All he really wanted was for you to grab the damn flower (and see it open).

“What is it?” your nail scraped the stem. You hesitated, not knowing if you could trust it. Was it really just a flower? Would it bite you? Asmodeus wanted to whine, to shove it into your hand. It wouldn’t react if you didn’t grab it for real!

At some point he’d dropped to one knee. Was it to stop the shaking or even out the height difference? “Cupid’s Bow,” Asmodeus fluffed his bangs and brushed them to the side, “Fate’s Flower. This flower blooms once a year, lasts for a week, and only opens when given to you by your soulmate.”

Could he love you so deeply? Flowers say a lot, but to think one like this existed!

“Take it,” he insisted with twinkling eyes, almost begging. “Take it and see that I love you.”

You grabbed the flower, fingers bumping and brushing Asmodeus’. His lips skated across your knuckle. A gasp escaped you as the flower unfurled into several rows of dainty, heart-shaped petals. The flower opened into a gradient of blood red, vibrant orange, and delicate peach. Asmodeus squealed with delight, scooping you up in a whirl of limbs and love.

He pressed you close, cradled your adoringly.

A warbling growl-screech followed. You could feel the sound bouncing in his chest but couldn’t quite hear it. It was something only a demon’s tongue could make, a sound meant for non-humans.

“Red for love and beauty,” Asmo’s kisses were hungry and sloppy. Your brain was so numbed by the onslaught you could barely hear him; you tasted the smile on his lips and it made your heart sing. “Orange for desire and fascination, because you are unlike any other my lips have touched.” your back hit the bed; Asmo knocked a shuddering breath out of you as he pressed kisses to your throat. “And peach for appreciation. Sealing the deal, if you will…” he said the last part with a purr.

Your body throbbed, the wash of euphoria dimming to an expectant pulse when he took his lips away. His tail flicked behind him excitedly, horns casting shadows on your face as the tips glowed a pinkish-red. He laced your fingers together, the flower trapped between them.

Darling, come on over and take my hand. I will show you that I'm you're man. Is that okay?

Never-ending, I'm extending both of my arms and my heart belongs to you

What a sight, what a view when I'm looking at you! Like I'm seeing the sky for the very first time, and I want you to know that I've never seen something so beautiful!

“Is that…music?”

“Cupid’s Bows are supposed to make for the perfect moment!” Asmo winked at you, his free hand slipping under your back to hold you close. “This is the song of your soul…the song that represents what you feel for your partner. The fragrance is something unique to each person, a smell that makes them happy. Some historians think it’s the original love chemical!” he gushed.

“That’s highly debated, of course.” Asmodeus looked over his shoulder to see Satan and the others standing in the doorway. Right…he used the ‘announcement’ noise. He hadn’t meant for them to crash this moment, he was just so excited when the flower opened that it slipped out!

Asmo rolled over in a slow, fluid motion and sat up with a smug smile. “The human is mine!” he cheered, absolutely glowing as you showed them the open flower. It was met with various reactions and he ate that up, too.

Lucifer smirked, fixing his cuff and glove with an interested look. “Lord Diavolo will enjoy this news, I’m sure.”

“A merger is a merger, however it happens. I doubt he intended to bond the realms this way.” Satan rubbed his chin.

“A merger? What are you—”

“Those flowers are like the Devildom version of a wedding ring. An eternal promise.” Satan explained. “It’s hard to find people who don’t get married after a Cupid’s Bow opens for them.”

“Married?!”

“Married!” Asmo breathed dreamily, taking a photo he would cherish for the rest of his life. The flower would wilt and turn black in a week but he would remember it forever. He shooed everyone out to help you get ready for school, holding your hands in his when all was said and done. Asmo gazed upon you reverently, kissing your forehead. “I love you always.”

#Asmodeus x Reader #Obey Me!#Obey Me! x Reader #Asmo x Reader

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tamorasky · 3 years

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Chapter 9 - February 1947

Summary: 1947. It had been nearly four years since she had received a letter from her sister. Now with the end of the war and her impending wedding, Anna Rendelle is more determined than ever to find her sister.

1943. All her life Elsa Rendelle had been told to be good, know her place and to marry well. When an opportunity arises to make something of herself, finding herself in Occupied France as a part of a larger network of secret agents.

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Anna/Kristoff, Elsa/Honeymaren, Anna/Hans (Briefly)

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Note:Thank you Molly who recommended Hans should be going into property law!! My last exam is tomorrow and then once I'm done work on friday, I have three weeks off of work and school. So I'm hoping I can update Rise to Me more over those weeks. Can't promise but it is the hope!!Thank you so much for reading 💕 It's very appreciated!

Anna sits in The Clarence by herself, a slow warming beer sitting almost untouched in front of her as she jots down notes in a book. She is clearly overdressed for the pub, wearing a new pair of stockings and a blue button-down dress with black gloves extending to her elbows.

She overlooks her writing, carefully reading the chicken scratch in front of her. Despite years of being drilled to write neatly and in cursive, Anna had never perfected her writing. She always printed, despite it taking longer than cursive and held her pencil wrong; having the lower end resting against her index finger as her fist curled around the pen.

“You’ve barely touched your beer.” A deep voice comments, as the figure belonging to it, settles in the seat across from her against the wall. Anna sighs looking up at Kristoff, clearly frustrated.

“You’re late.” She comments. “I’ve been here nearly an hour.”

“Well, clearly you have a better sense of time than I do.” Kristoff shrugs, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “I’m gonna get a drink.”

“No! I don’t have time for you to order a drink. Just take mine.” Anna slides her glass with the coaster underneath across the table.

“I don’t want your drink; I’ll just get my own.”

“Stop being such a baby and take my beer.” Anna huffs, the pint now sitting between the pair as she returns to her notebook. Kristoff reluctantly reaches forward, ensuring he knows where the lipstick stain on the glass is as he sips from it.

He groans, grimacing in disgust. “It’s warm.”

“You should have gotten here earlier.” She retorts without looking up from the black notebook, ignoring Kristoff’s groans as he sips the warming beer. “So I was looking into it and I can get tickets on the ferry from Folkstone to Le Havre for 5 pounds each on the 7th of February.”

“Alright,” Kristoff nods, sitting forward in his seat as if beginning to take this meeting seriously. “Do you have any idea what your sister’s code name could be?”

“Code name?” Anna’s brows furrow in confusion, it hadn’t occurred to her

“Yeah, I very much doubt that a government agency would send agents without some sort of protection.” Kristoff states, “Often times when my troop encountered members of the resistance, they would have code names or alias to protect themselves.”

Anna finally looks up from the notebook, cocking her head slightly. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” Kristoff responds, reaching into his pockets to grab his pack of cigarettes. She watches as the blonde lights a cigarette, inhaling deeply. She had expected him to continue, but he doesn’t.

“Okay well, I don’t know. But it has to be in her file, right?” Anna asks, the pen hanging loosely in her hand. Kristoff shrugs, finishing the pint with a groan.

“I would assume so. But it all depends if you can get access to it. Look and see if it on the paperwork you have for her. If not, you might need to get your fiancé’s brother to get that for you or see if the French have any records.” He explains, taking another drag of the cigarette.

“Will the French have records?”

Kristoff nods, exhaling smoke which is followed by a sigh. “Yeah…they’ll mostly likely be arrest records.”

Anna’s gaze drops to the table, her heart pounding in her ears as she thinks about the possible arrest of her sister. It was the worst scenario she had imaged Elsa to have gone through, being questioned by Germans, beaten and put into one of those horrid camps. The ones which the newscasters on the BBC are talking about more and more every day.

“Will we be able to access them?” Anna finally asks, her gaze fixated on the table as she draws her lower lip between her teeth.

“I’m not sure if we will, but we can always try. Paris isn’t that far from Arras.” Kristoff shrugs, glancing at the bar to check if the crowd had dissipated. It had not. “But speaking of which, we need to discuss payment.”

“P-payment?” Anna furrows her brows, confounded by the American’s forwardness about money. She glances up from the table, wondering if he is joking. He is not.

“Yeah well…i-it’s just…” Kristoff awkwardly trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Gas isn’t free.”

“Oh…right.” Anna blinks. The price of gas, accommodations and food hadn’t occurred to her in regard to their journey over the Channel. “Um well…I can pay for half of the essentials.”

“Half?” Kristoff stares at the young woman incredulously. For a moment he can’t believe this woman across from him had barged her way into his life, demanded he accompany her to France with no intention of paying him for his services.

“I mean, you’re looking for someone as well,” Anna explains, crossing her arms across her chest. “I think it’s rather unfair to expect me to pay you. It’s not like you’re making money here anyway, a few weeks in France won’t be any different.”

“I mean, I also don’t need to accompany you.” Kristoff glances over Anna once again; observing the pearl bracelet around her wrist over the silk gloves she wears, His gaze resting on the pearl earrings she currently wore. “I’m sure you have a trust system you can access.”

Anna stares at the man across from her, her red lips pursed as she stares at the man with cold eyes. “Fine. I will pay for our accommodations, food and gas. But any alcohol you order is on your own dime.”

“Alright, fine.” Kristoff huffs, standing from the table without another word before making his way to a free place at the bar. Anna shakes her head, rolling her eyes as he walks away from her.

Glancing down at her bracelet, Anna runs her fingers over the piece of jewelry. A piece which once had belonged to her mother, as had the earrings. They were the only pieces of jewelry salvaged from the wreckage of their family home in London. It always breaks her heart slightly at the thought of her mother’s silver locket containing the photo of both she and Elsa had been lost. It was the piece Anna wishes she could have.

Since the bombing, Anna had worked for everything she had. The gloves she wore tonight having been restitched several times, only ever having three pairs of stockings at a time. Hell, she barely made enough to buy the makeup she sold at the counter.

She doesn’t need him telling her what she is worth.

A figure appears next to Anna sliding between the chair and the table next to them. With a huff, Anna doesn’t bother looking at the man. “Will you be much more agreeable now that you have your beer?”

“I’d actually be a lot happier if you were to buy me a glass of wine.” The man retorts a voice that does not belong to Kristoff. In shock Anna looks up, baffled as Olaf stands next to her with an amused smirk.

“Oh, my god. I didn’t even notice it was you.” She stands in that moment, wrapping her arms around his shoulders for a quick embrace. As she withdraws from him, Anna places her hand on his arm, the wool of his peacoat rubbing against her gloves. “Sit down with us please.”

“I didn’t realize you and Hans were having pre-dinner drinks. I would have joined you earlier.” The light-blonde man comment, removing his grey woollen fedora.

“I’m not with Hans actually. We’re still meeting him at the restaurant.” Anna explains slowly, unsure how to justify meeting a man, who isn’t her fiancé, at a bar.

Olaf’s light brows furrow in confusion. “I didn’t realize you had friends other than me.”

“Haha, very funny.” Anna rolls her eyes sarcastically as Olaf takes his seat next to her. The man beams at her, clearly pleased with himself.

“Oh hello.” Kristoff’s American voice resounds through Anna as he stands behind her. Kristoff stares at the strange man sitting next to Anna. Olaf’s chestnut eyes dart back and forth between his friend and the American stranger.

“So...are we just collecting Americans now?” Olaf asks, his fingers tapping against the table.

Kristoff’s brows knit together, slightly taken aback by the man’s question, unsure how to respond. He moves between tables to his seat against the wall, settling on the chair as he places down his beer.

“No, we’re not. Kristoff this is Olaf Sommer, my childhood friend. Olaf this is Kristoff Bjorgman, he is…helping me find Elsa.” Anna introduces the two men. She is surprised as Kristoff reaches across the table, extending his hand to Olaf.

Her childhood friend takes Kristoff’s hand, shaking it with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Kristoff responds, withdrawing his hand from the other man’s grasp. He picks up his pint, taking a sip from the glass.

Anna glances back to Olaf. “What time is it?”

Olaf pulls up the sleeves of his coat and shirt, taking a peek at the silver watch occupying his wrist. “It’s 10 minutes to 7.”

“We should get going.” Anna sighs, her hands falling to her thighs before reaching back for her green coat. “I told Hans we would meet him Wiltons at 7, He’ll most likely be there already.”

“I was just getting settled.” Olaf huffs, re-buttoning his jacket once again. “I wanted to get a bottle of wine.”

“You can get one at the restaurant,” Anna responds, standing as she fastens her coat and grabs her purse.

“It will be a lot cheaper here,” Kristoff interjects with a shrug.

“He has a point.” Olaf waggles his brows at his friend, holding his hat against his chest. Anna glares at the two men, her hands settled on her hips.

“I don’t like where this is going. You.” She points to Olaf. “Come with me. And you.” Pointing to Kristoff “Stay.”

“What am I a dog?”

“For all intents and purposes yes, you are a dog.” Anna retorts, taking Olaf by the wrist to lead him out of the bar. The pair push onto the street, Olaf offering his arm to Anna as they walk down dark Dover Street.

“He seems like a nice chap.” Olaf comments.

“He is a pain in my ass,” Anna responds with a groan. “I had to go all the way to Spitalfields last week to find him and then he had the nerve to brush me off coldly. Then he barged into my work and Mrs. Stei-”

“Wait? You went to Spitalfields?” Olaf asks, turning to his friend with a look of horror.

“Weren’t you listening? Yes, so he storms into the store and wants to me-”

“No Anna! You don’t get to blow this over; you found this guy in Spitalfields?” He repeats, his voice rising at the news.

“It isn’t a big deal, anyway Kristoff is taking me over me to France to look for Elsa,” Anna states, staring up at her friend. Worried how he will take the news over this.

“Wait. Wait…wait…” Olaf trails off, trying to sort through all of the information Anna handed to him. “You mean to tell me; you’re going to France with a man you just met…from Spitalfields…Anna are you insane? Your body is going to end up at the bottom of the Channel.”

“I’ll be fine.” She waves him off, unconcerned about her safety. Olaf is about to question her further, but Anna detaches from his arm at the sight of Hans. She rushes towards her fiancé, dressed in his formal army uniform.

She places her hands on the lapels of his olive-green jacket, smoothing them while peering up at him with a smile. Hans smiles down at his fiancé, his hand settling on her waist before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“You look beautiful.” He comments, offering his arm to her. Anna accepts the gesture as Olaf comes to stand next to the couple. Without hesitation Hans reaches over, extending his hand to Olaf.

“It’s nice to see you again Hans.” Olaf forces a smile as he shakes the other man’s hand.

“You too Olaf.” Hans nods, before glancing back to Anna. “Shall we go inside?”

“Yes please, I am starving!” Anna exclaims as the trio make their way into the restaurant. Upon reaching the doors, Anna stops which causes Hans to halt to a stop as well.

“Oh yes, the typical stop before entering a building.” Hans chuckles, running his finger against the back of her hand. Her chest constricts with guilt, hating that she had to make him stop every time.

She forces laughter at his supposed joke, patting him on the arm to indicate she is ready, even though she isn’t. Panic blooming from her chest as they step into the building, trying to reassure herself that everything is fine. Hopeful that perhaps that memory won’t return this time, as it didn’t always when walking through doors.

Olaf’s hand comes to her bicep, rubbing it gently as they step into the foyer. Glancing over her shoulder, Anna offers him a reassuring smile hoping to bring relief to her friend. She knows how it worries Olaf, not wanting to ruin his night over his worry for her.

Hans approaches the maître d’ with her still on his arm. Instead of listening to the details of their reservations, Anna stares at the red-carpeted floor, relieved that her silliness won’t get in the way of a pleasant evening.

They are led to their table silently, the music of a string quartet echoing through the quiet room. As they walk through the room, Anna can’t help but feel out of place here. She never feels as if she belongs in these restaurants that Hans brought her to. It isn’t that Anna is ungrateful, quite the opposite. She just isn’t used to it at all.

Hans glances at Anna with a smile, inquiring after a bottle of wine that she can’t recall the name of. She returns the gesture with a nod, reaching across the table to place her hand over her fiancés’ as he hands the wine menu to the waiter.

“So, Olaf,” Hans calls glancing up from his menu to the blonde seated across the table from him. “How is the life of a solicitor?”

“It’s fine. You know…working in inheritance and contract law isn’t the most appealing field.” Olaf shrugs, tapping his long fingers against the table. “So rather tiresome, I’m afraid.”

Anna clears her throat, waiting for her friend to ask a follow-up question. Instead, the blonde’s attention is focused on the wine glass being placed in front of him. “Hans is going to practice law once we relocate to Washington.”

“That’s good.” Olaf comments, although Anna isn’t sure if he is talking to her or the waiter as the man holds the label to her friend. The young woman clears her throat once again, reaching over with her foot to kick Olaf’s shoe under the table.

His gaze snaps towards her, his brows knit together questioningly. Anna stares at him pointedly, darting her gaze towards Hans before resting on the blonde man once again.

Olaf sighs, rolling his eyes. “So, Hans, what type of law will you practice?” he inquires reluctantly, taking a generous sip of his freshly poured wine.

“Property Law, my mother comes from a prominent legal family in DC so when we get established, I’ll work out everything,” Hans responds, taking a sip of his red wine.

“I thought you graduated from Westpoint, isn’t that a military school?” Olaf’s brows furrow, unsure how the 26-year-old man before him could possibly have a law degree and be a graduate of Westpoint.

“I did. Top of my class.” Hans states, staring at Olaf. “I’ve completed two years of my law degree but enrolled at Westpoint in 1940 due to my father’s urging.”

“Hans comes from a prominent military family in Virginia. But plans on finishing his law degree when we return.” Anna further explains, trying to regain her best friend’s attention.

“Enough about us though, Hans,” Olaf calls across the table, seeming to be finally interested in Anna’s fiancé. “What do you think of Anna’s travel ideas?”

She sputters as she sips her wine, not expecting her friend to bring up her impending journey to France. Coughing, Anna makes eye contact with Olaf, slightly shaking her head. Hans glances from the auburn-haired woman back to the blonde man, raising his brow at the two of them.

“What journey?”

Olaf’s eyes widen in realization, his mouth hanging open as he tries to piece together a lie. “Uhhhh…Spitalfields. I meant Anna’s travelling to Spitalfields last week.”

“Why on earth did you go to Spitalfields?” Hans inquires, glancing back to Anna. A wrinkle appears between his brows as he scrutinizes his fiancé.

“I um…” Her breath catches in her throat as she attempts to think of an excuse. There really is no reason to go to Spitalfields, especially this time of year.

“Cheese…” Olaf blurts, causing the couple to look towards him.

“Cheese?” Hans asks slowly, not completely believing the pair in front of them.

“Yup,” Anna nods, slowly pulling her gaze away from Olaf to Hans. Trying her best to sound confident in her lie. “There is a certain…cheese shop I like in Spitalfields.”

God, they were terrible liars.

Hans huffs glancing between the two of them as he takes another sip of his wine. Setting the crystal on the white tablecloth, he clears his throat. “What is going on?”

Anna glances down to her lap, her hands gripping the skirt of her dress as she summons the courage to tell him. Olaf sits back in his chair, staring at his friend with concern as he fiddles with the stem of his wineglass.

“I’m going to France.” She states, not bringing herself to make eye-contact with Hans yet. Silence envelops the table at the news. Anna waits for him to say something, anything to her at that moment. But he doesn’t.

Reluctantly she glances up from her lap. Hans stares at the tab, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Anna opens her mouth to call out to him in that moment, but he looks up at her. “We’ll talk about this later.”

She nods, glancing back down to the menu in front of her, trying to distract herself from the impending conversation between her and Hans. The rest of the dinner passes without much conversation, save for the odd comment Olaf made towards Hans or Anna.

The two men talk politics briefly once they receive their meals, Anna doesn’t feel the need to contribute to their conversation. She eats in silence as if she was dining alone, drinking her wine periodically. Hans doesn’t even inquire if Anna wants dessert, instead immediately asking for the cheque to be delivered.

Hans and Olaf shake hands as they part outside of the restaurant, offering one another a polite smile before the blonde man turns to Anna. With a sigh, Olaf wraps his arms around Anna, his finger brushing against her green coat as he whispers in her ear.

“Good luck.”

Anna smiles at her friend as they withdraw from one another, her hand brushing against the wool of his grey peacoat. She turns to Hans, who stares down at her, offering her an arm as they turn from the other man.

“Should I hail a taxi for us?” Hans inquires as they meander down Jermyn street with one other.

“Could we walk instead? It’s not like we get many nice nights like these.” Anna comments, peering up at him hoping that he’ll agree to her request.

“Alright.” Hans nods, patting her hand with his own. They walk in silence for a little longer, neither one of them knowing what to say.

Cars pass them on the January night, tires rolling in the puddles on the street from all the rain experienced this week. Though it is to be expected for London in January, Anna misses the sun and cool breeze while walking along the Thames in the evening when the sun sets later in the day.

“Hans,” Anna finally calls as they reach Wardour Street, a quiet street that ensures they won’t have an audience. “I think we need to talk about what happened at supper.”

“I…I just can’t believe I had to hear it from Olaf about this Anna.” Hans shakes his head, clearly disappointed. “When were you planning on telling me? Were you going to send me a telegraph from the ship?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that…I just…was looking for the right moment to tell you.” Anna shakes her head, staring down the street ahead of them. “I was going to tell you, I swear.”

“I’d rather you not go alone. If you had told me about your plans, I would have taken time off to accompany you.” Hans shakes his head. “I don’t like the idea of you going alone.”

Anna falls silent, her heart pounding in her chest, peering up at him with a grimace. “I’m not going alone…actually.”

“E-excuse me?” Hans looks down at his fiancé, his brows knit together. “With whom?”

“Your brother’s letter mentioned a man who was also making inquiries with the records department of the Pentagon…” Anna trails off, glancing down at her mary-jane shoes as they walk. “Well, I found his address here in London and I went to see him. Which is why I went to Spitalfields. To meet with him.”

“So, wait, you’re planning on going to France. With a man, you barely know. And you expect me, your fiancé, to just…let you go?” Hans asks with a huff.

“Hans this is important to me. Please understand.” Anna pleads as they turn right onto Hollen Street. “Kristoff will take care of me and make sure I don’t act brashly.”

Hans raises a brow at her as they turn onto Newman Passage. “Kristoff? Should I be worried?”

“Of course not!” Anna exclaims. “He’s a drunkard who spends most of his money at a murder bar in Spitalfields.”

“Murder bar?” Hans chuckles, shaking his head as they turn left onto Rathbone. “Is that the actual name?”

“No, it’s not…but it might as well be.” Anna sighs as they approach her boarding house. The sound of her heels echoing through the quiet street. The couple stop in front of the tall brick building with the rounded door frame.

“I just don’t know Anna.” Hans sighs as Anna withdraws from him to stand in front of her fiancé. “This idea of you going across to France with a stranger, to look for your sister who has been missing for years…is ludicrous.”

“I know how it must sound but…” Anna sighs, her gaze drifting to the ground where the garbage sits on the street. “I need to at least try. I will never forgive myself if I don’t.”

Hans stares at her, cupping both her cheeks to tilt up her head, emerald eyes meeting sapphire ones as he gazes at her. “Alright, I don’t like it. But if you need to do this, I won’t stop you.”

“Hans…Thank you.” She throws her arms around him, holding his body close to hers as tears threaten to spill. Anna has his blessing, finally after months of trying to explain and attempting to be understood. She is going to France to find Elsa.

#kristanna #elsamaren #anna #elsa #kristoff #honeymaren #Rise to Me #Post WWII AU #WWI AU #frozen #frozen 2 #myfics

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 4: Not Mr. CEO

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 5147

Chapter summary: Dean is back in Kansas. Complications arise even more with his father and he can’t quite remember ever being so tempted to punch him in the face.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: I am drowning in assignments already and it’s not even September. And I am currently listening to Monty Python records to not lose my mind. Please send help :D This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva. Text dividers were made by @talesmaniac89

Dean heard the alarm blasting in his ear. With a groan, he placed a pillow over his head and began swatting to find his alarm clock. It flashed three am, and Dean realized that he needed to make the twelve-hour drive to Lawrence. Throwing the covers off him, he sat up and got off the bed. Grabbing a duffle, he moved around the room grabbing enough clothes for at least five days. He made sure to pack his suit in a garment bag. He was on his way to take a shower when a thought crossed his mind. Was what he saw last night real? The dream he had didn't make it any better.

Climbing into the shower, he cleaned himself. Making sure to pick comfortable clothes for the drive, he then made his way to the kitchen to make himself a quick breakfast. Munching on his toast, he couldn't help but look out the window into the dark morning. Grabbing his mug, he walked out and down the stairs to the shore. He closed his eyes and took in the sound of the crashing waves. As he took in the sea air, a picture flashed in his mind. The lavender tail splashing in the water.

Shaking the image out of his head, he took one last look and made sure to pack everything in his car. He checked all the fluids before climbing in and driving towards Lawrence.

Twelve hours later

Even with a few stops made along the way, Dean made sure to try and make it to Sam and Jess's by five-thirty that afternoon. Parking the car, he got out and stretched. As he made his way to the trunk to retrieve his things, he didn't notice Sam walking out and leaning over the porch banister.

"Didn't think you'd make it, Jerk," Sam smiled as he pushed off the banister.

"Hey Sammy," Dean chuckled as he closed the trunk with his things in his hands. Walking up to Sam, he enveloped his brother in a hug. "How are things?"

"Well, the usual, Cas is helping with the paperwork you left behind. I looked over some contracts to make sure everything is in order." Sam rubbed the back of his neck, "had to intervene in a meeting in HR yesterday, but it was just to smooth over a contract…" Sam cleared his throat, "Dad asked me if I heard from you."

"So is Jess making dinner?" Dean tried to avoid the subject of their father. "How long have you been with her again?"

Sam seemed to glow at the question, chest-puffing up a little bit, a goofy smile forming on his face at the thought of how long he and Jess had been together. "Four years and counting. We didn't have enough time to make dinner, but there's a new steakhouse downtown and Jess told me the burgers are pretty good."

"Oh… an outing for dinner," Dean cleared his throat. "Just show me where my room is, and I'll wash the car smell off me."

As Dean walked farther into the house, he paused when he saw Jess.

"Hey short stack," he called to her before pulling her into a hug. "How are you doing?"

"Taking care of your brother, like always," Jess smiled at him. "How was the drive?"

" It was good," he smiled back, "the place you suggested better be a good burger place. I say this only because I did stop for burgers back in Oklahoma and let me tell you, their burgers were awesome."

"Have I ever let you down when it comes to food, Winchester?" Jess sassed as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Well, that restaurant with the tiny, expensive as hell food says different" He sassed right back, only to cower under the stare of his brother's girlfriend.

"That happened one time. Name another," Jess dared him. Dean decided to just let it go. Jess nodded approvingly. "That's what I thought."

"I'm going to take a shower and get dressed," Dean rubbed the back of his head. "Am I in the same room as always?"

"Yeah," Sam piped in, "Up the stairs and the first door on the right."

“Okay, I'll see you guys in a bit then," Dean made his way up the stairs and into the room. He shed his clothes and took a quick shower. Once he was done, he grabbed a pair of dress pants and a simple button-down shirt, opting to lay down on the bed for a bit and let his thoughts wander. The lavender tail flashed in his mind. He had tried to think about a creature that could have such a color on their fins, he even tried to google 'freaky purple sea creatures' in one of his pit stops, but nothing came up. The only thing that came up was ugly sea creatures, but none of them had the purple fins he saw.

"Dean?" Sam's voice echoed through the door, "Are you okay in there?"

"Uh… yeah, sorry, just give me ten minutes, bitch!" Dean smirked as he pushed himself up off the bed and put on his shoes. He gave himself a once over through the mirror near the door, nodding satisfied at his appearance 'good, but not douchebaggy', he thought.

"Okay, we will wait downstairs for you, jerk," Sam called back and walked away from the door (most likely going back to Jess)l.

Grabbing his wallet, keys and phone, Dean ran his fingers through his hair and walked out of the room, catching a glance of the back of Sam's head as he went down the stairs. The trio made their way to Sam's Charger and frowned.

"Would rather be driving my Baby," he mumbled.

"Don't be a baby," Jess chided, "you'll survive this, Dean."

Sam couldn't help but grin at the way his girlfriend put his brother in his place. Driving down the road, he made his way to the highway and towards Kansas City. He only hoped that Dean wouldn't be too mad at him that their parents found out that he was back home. Sam shifted in his seat as Jess reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Dean found himself looking out the window, his thoughts still on the mystery of the purple tail.

Sam arrived at the steakhouse and helped Jess out of the passenger seat. Dean climbed out, adjusted his blazer, and smoothed out his hair. Walking with Sam and Jess, he followed them inside and froze when he saw the back of his father's head. He reached forward and pulled Sam back.

"What is HE doing here, Sam?" Dean hissed.

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, "Sorry, I may have mentioned to Mom that you were staying with me and she got the restaurant out of me... I'm sorry. I didn't know they would join us." Sam gave Dean an apologetic smile. "Just focus on Mom."

"Sam," Dean sighed but rolled his eyes when their father, John, walked towards them.

"Well, I'll be damned. For a moment, I actually thought you had lied to your Mother, Samuel." John snickered, giving Dean a fake smile and a rough handshake.

"John, not here, please," Mary came over and placed her hand on his shoulder. She turned to Dean and offered him a small smile before she smacked his shoulder, "A phone call would have been nice, Dean."

"Sorry mom," Dean rubbed his shoulder before leaning in to hug her and kiss her cheek. "I'll make sure to call you when I head back to Matagorda."

The hostess interrupted before anybody could say more and guided them to their table. A couple of candles served as the centerpiece, and an ice bucket with a champagne bottle was waiting for them.

Sam took out a chair for Jess, and John did the same for their mother, and soon enough, they started eyeing the menu. Dean tried to ignore the looks his father was shooting his way. He looked over to his mother and cleared his throat.

"Is grandpa still mad at me?" he smiled at her, knowing that his grandfather knew he needed space.

"He's okay," Mary smiled softly, "he asked a couple of times if we knew anything from you, but I don't believe he's mad, hun."

"Well, I bet he'll be glad when he sees me at his party," Dean had opted to order the ribeye steak with fries and took a sip of his whiskey.

"Would have been better if you didn't run away from your problems," John grumbled as he took a sip of his own whiskey.

Dean barely managed to stifle a laugh. 'Wow,' he thought. "I guess so, Dad, but I gotta say, this whole 'running away' thing? It's really working out for me."

"Oh, really? And what do you do all day?" John leaned in, "you get up and work on the Impala all day. You get your hands dirty. You know you shouldn't be doing that. You don't have to work on the factory floor anymore, it is a waste of your talent. Your place is in the office."

"John… this is not the place to discuss this," Mary hissed at him.

"Dad, Mom's right, not here," Sam interjected as Jess gave Dean an apologetic smile and took a sip of champagne.

"It's okay," Dean smiled, "At least I know how to do more than just sign and push papers all day." Dean cut into his steak and took a bite, "You should really dig in before the food gets cold, Dad."

The table fell into an awkward silence as everyone continued to eat their food. Dean felt his father's eyes on him as he took bite after bite of his steak. In a desperate attempt to cool things down, Sam and Jess tried to make conversation about the food, the restaurant itself, even their thoughts on buying another house. Still, to no avail, the elder Winchester was set on silence and glares directed towards Dean.

"Dean, you bought a house in Texas?" Mary smiled at her son, "Or did you rent it? I might have to go down and visit either way." she held his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I bought it," Dean cleared his throat, "it's good property right on the coast overlooking the ocean." he took another sip of his whiskey. "Perfect for peace and quiet."

"Oh, now I need to see it," Jess gushed as she looked at Sam. "It sounds like a very wonderful place."

"There are a few things I need to fix," Dean beamed. "Going to rip out the carpet and put in some laminate wood panels on my own." Dean pushed his empty plate away and smiled when they ordered dessert.

He took another sip of his whiskey before taking a bite of the pie he ordered.

"So, you wasted your money on a fixer-upper instead of buying a house that is already perfect," John grumbled as he sat back in his chair.

"Yup," Dean said proudly, snapping the 'P' at the end. He was determined not to let his father's comments get to him. "I'm going to make it my own, literally build it into an awesome place."

"And let me guess," John drawled, "You are going to do it all yourself." he rolled his eyes, "What is the point of us having money if you are going to live like someone below their means?" John shook his head, "I helped build the company with your grandfather so that you wouldn't have to lift a finger!"

"And I respect you for that, Dad," Dean tried to keep things from getting too far, "but working behind a desk, trapped in an office, that's not me." he shrugged and held on tightly to his whiskey glass.

"Your grandfather and I need someone who can be behind a desk, Dean," John slammed his fist on the table. "You need to grow up and be thankful for the fact that you don't need to lift a finger to work. All you have to do is make sure the company is running smoothly, and the people we hire to work on the floor are qualified to help keep the company running."

Dean had had enough. "I said no, Dad! Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass. Get someone else to do it, you have a lot of people in your ranks -hell, even Sammy would do it great!"

"Don't pull me into this, Dean!" Sam warned. "And I am happy being the lawyer for the company… besides… I have an announcement to make… well, we have an announcement to make," Sam held on to Jess's hand.

"We're engaged," Jess pulled out her left hand to show them the engagement ring on her finger.

"Oh my…" Mary put her hand to her mouth and squealed in delight, "Congratulations! This is amazing! We can plan and get everything ready… oh, you have to tell me what you have in mind," she rambled.

"Now, that is good news!" John smiled before frowning at Dean, "if you had stayed with Cassie, or were able to satisfy her needs, you would have been married by now."

"I'm really no expert, Dad, but as far as I know, you don't stay with someone who cheats on you. Things were fine with Cassie. It's not my fucking problem if she decided she wanted someone else." Dean pushed his chair back and looked to his brother, "going to take a cab back to your place. Congratulations, I mean it. Mom, it was good to see you, I'll see you again at grandpa's party."

Dean walked over and kissed both women on their cheeks before walking out of the restaurant. He barely made it out into the street when he heard Sammy behind him.

"Dean! Wait up!" Sammy put a hand on his shoulder, and Dean couldn't decide if his brother was concerned or just felt pity towards him. "There's a spare in the pot next to the dog figurine on the porch. Text me as soon as you get there, okay?"

"Thanks, Sammy. I wish this would have ended differently. I am really happy for you and Jess." he hailed a cab and climbed in, giving the cab driver Sam and Jess's address.

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Dean had made it back to Sam and Jess's house, ready to raid their liquor cabinet and sit in the backyard. Grabbing the spare key from the hiding spot, Dean made his way inside, grabbed the whiskey bottle from the liquor cabinet, and made his way to the backyard to sit by the pool. He wished he was back in Matagorda, in his new home staring out into the ocean as the moonlight reflected off the water's surface. The sounds of the waves crashing onto the rocks. Dean twisted the top off the bottle and chugged for a bit. The amber liquid burned his throat just a bit.

As the buzz of the alcohol hit him, Dean could almost hear a voice calling to him.

'Dean,' the voice sang, it was almost angelic.

He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. But there was no one there. Closing his eyes to take a deep breath, a flash of purple scales filtered through his head. Why couldn't he get the image out of his head? Besides, there is no such thing as a fish with a purple tail, right? Dean shook the voice out of his head and continued to drink from the whiskey bottle. Already in a drunken stupor, he made his way to the outdoor fridge for a bottle of water.

"Dean?" Sam's voice echoed through the house, "Dean, you okay?"

"Huh?... Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. When did you guys get back?" Dean hollered, the sound of his baby brother's footsteps getting closer until his moose of a brother had taken a seat beside him.

"I know Dad was an ass tonight, Dean," Sam sighed, "It gave him no right to shove Cassie in your face, though."

"Well, he did," Dean snorted as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took another sip. "Besides, the house I bought… figured it might be a summer thing, you know… nothing permanent, a nice getaway for when I want to… get away." Dean sighed.

Sam nodded "So, what? You're gonna go back and forth every time you and Dad butt heads? Gonna keep working for him until you decide to take a vacation?"

"Didn't say it was the smartest idea," Dean joked, "But I also don't want to abandon Grandpa's company," Dean ran his hand across his face. "I mean… that company started out as a single garage. Then Grandpa got the idea to actually make and fix the cars there. I mean… He worked his ass off to get us what we have today and… honestly, Grandpa's the one who had me start working in the garage when I was ready."

"I get that… but do you really think you can handle it? No, no, don't look at me like that, that's not what I mean. What I'm trying to say is… I get that you feel like you gotta stay -even if your only reason for it is Grandpa. And you're more than capable of working behind the desk like Dad told you. Hell, maybe you're the best…" Sam chuckled, "but like you said, that's not you. Do you honestly believe that you're going to hold on? Even if you manage to get away from time to time?"

"What choice do I have?" Dean sighed as he looked at the moon, reflected on the surface of the pool. "You know… this might sound crazy, but at the same time… I don't want to leave that house. I kind of want to open up my own garage down there." Dean smiled.

"So do it, you idiot!" his brother exclaimed. "Think about it! You've been saving up, right? Or maybe you can get a small job- hell, I'll loan you whatever money you need-"

"You are not going to loan me anything! You got your own bills to pay, man," Dean interjected. "But you're right, I do have money saved up and I also have the trust fund that Grandpa set up for us. I think I can start off small from the house and then once I get enough people, I can buy a rundown garage I saw there," Dean looked at his brother. "Think Grandpa would be okay with that?"

"Even if he wasn't, I don't think that should stop you," Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder, making sure his older brother was paying attention. "You deserve to be happy. In whatever way that comes. Run the numbers and if by some chance you're short of money, get a job down there, or I don't know, you'll figure something out… Just make sure that whatever you do- stay or leave, it's because you want it, not because us assholes in monkey suits convinced you. Okay?"

"Yeah, you monkey," Dean messed up Sam's hair and laughed. "I had a bizarre dream last night, though," Dean decided to take a drink of water.

"Yeah? Planes or witches?"

"Shut up, bitch, I'm serious. I was swimming in the ocean and," Dean shook his head, "I saw this purple tail pass by me," he licked his lips. "I swim up to the surface and look around to see if anyone was near me and then this voice just called my name."

"And…?" Sam tilted his head at Dean, "aren't you a little too old to be having a wet dream?"

"This wasn't a wet dream, Sammy," Dean punched his shoulder, "I don't know what it was but ... earlier that night, before I went to bed I– I thought I saw the same purple tail in the water."

"Okay, I think you had one too many drinks," Sam chuckled as he helped his brother up. "Mom wants to have lunch with you tomorrow. Just you and her, no Dad," he helped Dean inside and up the stairs to his room.

"Dunno if that's a good idea, Sammy" Dean fell onto the bed face down.

"Too late. Already told Mom you're going."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed into the pillow.

The next morning, Dean let out a loud groan as the light shone into the room. He grumbled and placed the covers over his head. Dean hated what happened last night, but he knew his father would be expecting him to at least make an appearance into the office. He was just about to fall back and get a few more minutes of sleep when a loud banging came from the door.

"Rise and shine, Dean! You need to get up, Jess and I made breakfast for you." Sam called through the door.

Dean groaned and punched the pillow. So much for trying to sleep in today.

"We made bacon!" Sam smiled as he heard Dean scrambling to get dressed.

"You need to lead with that next time," He gave Sam a pat on the shoulder as he raced down the stairs and smiled at Jess, "Why did you agree to marry Sam again? I mean, he is a gawky, nerdy giant." Dean kissed her cheek as she handed him a place full of bacon eggs and pancakes, but mostly bacon.

Jess laughed. "He's pretty good… besides, somebody has to keep him from crashing and burning, Deano."

"Yeah, I guess," Dean chuckled, "Just don't let him become a workaholic! He needs Sammy fun time!" Dean wiggled his eyebrows, making Jess laugh.

"Shut up and eat your heart attack on a plate, Dean," Groaned Sam while he leaned to kiss Jess.

Breakfast was pretty nice, the three of them falling into a pleasant conversation. And Dean got to finally know how Sam got the courage to finally ask Jess to marry him. When the food was done and the dishes were cleaned, Dean thanked Jess for the food one more time.

"I am going to take a shower and get dressed. I guess I'll have to wear a monkey suit for today," Dean grumbled.

"Unfortunately, I need to head in now. We're meeting with a potential client they think they can play hardball," Sam chuckled, "So the contract is going to be ironclad."

"Good for you. You grab that client by the balls, Sammy, show them not to mess with us!" Dean smiled.

"Well, I'll take a guess that you will be there around 10?" Sam took a sip of coffee from his travel cup.

"You know me," Dean sighed, "actually I might head out now and see the guys at the garage."

"You should," Sam paused for a moment, adjusting his coat, "you know what? You better go. Cas and Benny won't stop asking where you went and if you were gonna come back for Grandpa's party."

"I will, promise," Dean winked.

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"You stupid sonofabitch! Where were you?!" Dean barely had a chance to brace himself before the punch landed on his shoulder. "The last thing we heard was you following your ole man back to the office, and suddenly you just up and left! Wait until Cas sees your face. He almost thought you wouldn't make it to Samuel's birthday."

"None of your damn business is where I was, Laffite" Dean laughed, then pulled Benny into a hug "Christ, I actually missed you savages."

"We missed you too, brother," Benny gave him a pat on the back. "I still have your coveralls in the locker room. We got a new engine to be tested out."

"Sounds good," Dean smiled, "I'm going to head up to the office first, and then I have lunch with my mom. Later, Benny." Dean smiled as he made his way to the elevator, adjusting his tie and fixing his coat.

Pushing the button to the executive floor, he ran his fingers through his hair. He frowned when the elevator made a stop at the Human Resources floor. Rolling his eyes, he shifted to the side and waited to see who was coming in. He was surprised to see Sam but not surprised to see his father, who was followed by a young woman with long brown hair, tanned skin, and brown eyes. Her pencil skirt was tight around her hips and her high heels gave her legs length.

"Morning," Dean mumbled.

"Well, it must be that hell has frozen over that Dean has graced us with his presence." John adjusted the cuffs of his shirt under his jacket before fixing his tie. "Ms. Braden, this is our CEO, Dean Winchester. Dean, this is Ms. Lisa Braden, your date for your grandfather's birthday party."

When the elevator doors opened, Dean pushed his way through and marched to his office, ignoring the calls of his father as he slammed his office door and locked it.

"Motherfucking asshole!" Dean growled as he shook in fury. Running a hand across his face. He was about to think about leaving and going back to Texas when a knock came on the door.

"Dean?" Sam's voice called through the door, "Dean, open up, please. I promise Dad's in his office."

"Fuck," Dean grumbled, unlocking the door to let Sam in but not staying to open it. He was pacing his office, clenching and unclenching his hands. He didn't even look up at Sam as he came in. "Fucking hell!" Dean all but screamed. Sam didn't flinch, though. He had seen the Winchester temper first hand from both of the males he grew up with.

"He had no right to spring that on you," Sam closed the door behind him and sat on the couch. "That was a shit move. And you are within your right to turn her down and tell her no."

"And look like an asshole? Fuck, he did this on purpose!" Dean growled. "Why can't he just fucking leave me alone?"

"Because he's ambitious and you are the legal heir to the company?" Sam shrugged before seeing the look on Dean's face and sighing, "Or he's an asshole who doesn't realize that he is pushing you away with all the bullshit he's doing?"

"I'm thinking he's just a fucking asshole!" Dean swept an arm across his desk, knocking papers to the floor. "This has nothing to do with being ambitious!"

"Dean calm down please," Sam hissed, his own temper rising, "I am sick of being in the middle of you and dad all the fucking time! I feel like bashing your heads together sometimes!"

"I don't even know who this girl is or where she came from," Dean leaned against his desk. "For all I know, she could be like some bitch that works for that spawn of Satan or something."

"Well, her boss is Nick Pellegrino, but he is the president and CEO of Lucifer Industries. He is called Lucifer by his employees and business partners. Lisa is his Vice President of sales. Her dad is the owner of the archangel engine that grandpa has had his eye on for the new models. But you and I both know that that company has had its fair share of bad press." Sam explained. "Look… it's a harmless date to Grandpa's birthday. You show her around and make nice, and you can cut ties with her like you've done with all the other chics you've been with since Cassie."

"Sam, that's not how these things work," Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Look, just for once, shut dad up and take this girl to grandpa's birthday, then cut all ties, okay?" Sam shook his head, "I should -"

The door opened suddenly as a bald man stepped in. He seemed to be around Sam's height, but he was built like Dean. His brown eyes searching the office, taking note of the papers on the floor.

"Not even one day back and you are already pissed," Samuel raised his eyebrow at his grandson, "are you too pissed to say hello?"

"Hey, grandpa," Dean sighed. "Didn't know you were here."

"Well, when I hear you have decided to take a sabbatical and then find you here… it makes one wonder what's going on," Samuel walked in and looked to Sam, "Sammy, go back to Legal. I need to talk to your brother."

Sam gave him a smile before turning to Dean, "Mom said to meet her at the Bistro on Main," he gave a short wave before leaving Dean's office closing the door.

"Now that we are alone," Samuel sat down and crossed his arms. "Why don't you tell me where you ran off to." His grandfather gave him a soft smile. "And what is going on in that head of yours?"

"I found a place in Matagorda, TX," Dean explained. "I'm thinking about starting my own auto shop there and just...distancing myself."

"Hmmm," Samuel nodded his head, "Is it a nice house?"

"It's perfect. Right on the water and everything." Dean smiled softly.

"Well," Samuel got up and walked up to him, "You have your work cut out for you." He placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, "What do you need?"

"Nothing really," Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "I guess I just need to break it to the family that -"

"Dean, we need to… oh, Samuel, I didn't realize you were here," John walked all the way in and looked at Dean.

"Hello to you too, John. If you don't mind, I'm having an important chat here with Dean," Samuel gave John a look, "whatever you need to say to him, I'm sure it can wait a few more hours."

Dean tried to hide the smile that crept onto his lips, "Gramps, why don't we head to the plant floor? There is a new technique I want to try out, Benny has everything all set up," Dean placed a hand on Samuels's shoulder and let him walk out first. As Dean passed John, John grabbed Dean by the arm.

"I am only going to say this once," John whispered, "You are going to take Ms. Braden to your grandfather's birthday. You are going to wine and dine her and make sure she agrees to our partnership. Is that clear? Or that house in Matagorda you just purchased… well, let's just say you might not have anything to go back to. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," Dean gave him a thin-lined smile before shrugging him off. Following his grandfather, to the elevator, he sighed, "It looks like I have a date for your birthday."

"Let's forget all that," Samuel put an arm around his shoulder. "Now, you need to tell me about this house you have, and when do I get to come over?"

Dean smiled as they walked into the elevator, the door closing behind them.

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (10)

Chapter 10: A Home Away | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Cal Kestis x Fem! OC

Requested by Anon

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

Requesting to be tagged: @heavenly1927

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Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 | Previous: Part 9 | Next: Part 11 | Masterlist

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The maintenance droids only needed an hour to prepare a dorm for Irele within the command ship. Not that she would need a personal room in every ship she boards, but it would help if she did in the near future. The human guards did not need to wait for Irele to come to, they barged into the cell, pulled the poor girl by the arm to stand her up and then drag her out of the prison block while she could barely use her own two feet.

Irele’s eyes have not adjusted to the changing tones and gradients of lights of each part of the ship she passes through. She thought she said the question “Where are we going?” when the guards only heard an incoherent groaning at the throat.

The way from the prison block to her new chambers was a ten-minute walk, if one marched faster it would have been lesser. Upon reaching their destination, only one escorted her into her room and sat her down on the bed—to which she immediately fell limp and ended up lying down instead. While she was out cold, a nanny droid entered her bedroom to tend to whatever it can in the quarters; it took its time, in fact, until the girl came to. The droid’s sensors picked up the spike from Irele’s heart rate from slow to normal, it briskly turned around.

“It is fortunate that you’ve come to, milady. The serum from the probe has completely worn off. Should you feel slight nausea, do not be alarmed for it is normal as well. I can administer some painkillers to you with your choice of pill or syrup.”

The droid is programmed to speak in Basic and had a rather lulling, female voice—perhaps the most appropriate if you are to manufacture and program a droid for nursing.

“Milady? What are you talking about? Who are you? What are you?”

“You are here as a ward under the strict order of Master Vader. I am HY-L33, Nanny Droid,” it brought its head into a bow, “At your service, Milady Irele.”

“Why call me Milady when I’m kept hostage here?” she sits up and examines the room.

“Oh, you are mistaken, Milady. You are Lord Vader’s ward,” HY-L33 corrects. “And I have been tasked to take care of your basic needs and whims, if need be.”

“What I need is to go home! I don’t like being holed up in anywhere!”

The nurse droid lowered its head slowly, it stayed like so for a moment; with a rather sympathetic voice, HY-L33 responds, “I’m sorry, but I am incapable of fulfilling that whim, milady. I would suggest that you make yourself comfortable in this new one.”

Irele sighed, knowing that she’s talking to a wall here. She gave herself time to calm down and breathe. She passed her hands across her face and sighed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be lashing out to you…” Irele inhaled. “What are you called again?”

“HY-L33, madam.”

Irele quietly parroted the name, “That’s a mouthful. How about I call you Haylee, is that alright?”

“If it proves to be more convenient for you, milady. Although personally, I do adore the name you’ve given me.”

Irele hummed as she managed a small smile, she hinted the chirp from the droid’s voice, relieved that she found some company out of the droid in this inorganic, cold room, she walked around to get a better feel of it now that the serum from the interrogation droid has worn off.

“Say, Haylee, do you know where we are?”

“We are aboard the command ship Anathema, the ship is within the Ulgoro system, and we are passing by the orbit of the planet Yelen.”

“How far are we from Tatooine?”

Haylee ran a quick scan from her processors, “We are approximately twenty-five parsecs away from the said Outer Rim planet.”

Irele breathed deeply, her heart sank, “That’s so far away…”

The droid’s photoreceptors picked up Irele’s increased heart rate and temperature. The girl was manifesting signs of anxiety: shivering hands, failing voice, and cold sweat.

“You are suffering from homesickness. Unfortunately, I do not have the appropriate medication for that, milady. Neither can I administer any medication for you. This is absolutely natural as you have been extracted from your real home to your current location.”

Irele took the deepest sigh and made a mantra.

Don’t lash out on the droid, you just screamed at it ten minutes ago.

She told this to herself mentally until she’s calmed herself down.

“Yeah, I am homesick. I left my family behind and…” she trailed off, realizing that the last people she was with were her friends. “My friends. They must be all worried sick about me.”

“You will be well taken care of here, Lady Irele.”

“Heh,” the girl huffed. “No need to be so formal. Just call me Irele.”

“As you wish… Mistress Irele.”

“Droids, gotta love ‘em…” she mumbled very quietly, knowing how acute droids’ hearing could be—depending on the model, that is.

–

Fortunately enough, Irele is indeed being taken care of.

Ever since she was moved to her own chambers in the Star Destroyer Anathema, she was thoroughly pampered—more or less—than anyone else in the ship, aside from Darth Vader. Never has she ever been well-fed in sixteen years! The serving portions were generous and they were quite tasty, but she had her moments where the food somewhat reminded her of home.

A uniformed officer enters Vader’s quarters to report of Irele’s adjustment to the new environment. Most of the officers feared that they’re speaking like a broken record, reporting the same thing to Vader every week—they had probably imagined it vexed him to be hearing the same thing over and over; it did them little comfort when adding their own personal observations of her such as asking for seconds with her food and interacting with the nanny droid, since she’s still shy and cautious from everyone else on board.Additionally, she was not yet allowed to wander off alone beyond her room. So, by all means, she is pretty much a hostage still—a rather pampered one, at the very least.

“Has she stopped her erratic behavior?”

“Fortunately so, Lord Vader, she has. Perhaps about a week and a half since her extraction, she had become somewhat… docile.”

Vader paused. He had presumed it was the effects of the interrogator droid’s syringe, but surely during the time the nanny droid was tending to the girl, the substance has flushed out since. Realizing that he truly knows nothing of what kind of person Irele is—compared from his earliest reference of her—he sighs with a quiet frustration under his mask.

“Very well. We are right on schedule. Carry on, captain.”

“Yes sir,” the captain bowed and dismissed himself militarily. His true posture showed when he rejoined his companion who had been waiting for him by the door. He hissed, “I didn’t conscript myself to the Imperial Fleet to be a babysitter!”

“Be more frustrated when Lord Vader does appoint you the official babysitter of the girl.”

“She’s quite a handful, don’t you think so?”

“Temperamental, to say the least,”

Only Vader and the droid, HY-L33, know what’s in store for Irele. Very soon, the plans for her life under the Empire’s wing—unknowingly under her brother’s care, or the walking shell of him perhaps—will be put into play.

For many weeks, HY-L33 patiently watched over Irele—especially in the medical aspect—and a mandate was programmed into her that once a diagnosis of the teenager would show optimum by the end of three weeks since her extraction from Tatooine, Irele would be considered physically eligible and be subjected to training. Eventually, HY-L33 was the only companion she has ever had in this ship since day one; so in exchange for medical knowledge and advice from HY-L33, Irele repays it with stories from her homeworld of Tatooine, but knowing that the droid is under Imperial property, she was cautious of what she ought to say, and rather told her adventures she had done on her own or with a friend instead of her family life.

“It seems as though your rigorous lifestyle has contributed to your increased stamina throughout your developmental stage.” HYL-33 commented once while listening to Irele recall one job she did where she would deliver goods door-to-door across the town of Mos Espa.

“Yeah well, I had to work. Because if I didn’t work, that just meant, I’ll be sleeping hungry—or if I’m lucky, with a half-full stomach.”

HY-L33, being the medical nanny droid that she is, went on to lecture Irele that it was ill-advised to sleep on an empty stomach for it will cause ulcers. The girl politely listened and heeded the advice, until she calmed down the droid that she had been fine for the rest of the time she was growing up.

She had only been staying for a week and a half. HY-L33’s sensors indicate a lesser trace of homesickness and anxiety within Irele, her body mass index has not changed drastically at all since her food intake was increased rather than imposing an eating strike—a few of HY-L33’s references cite that most human teenagers are more rebellious, especially when it comes to being fed after being thrown into a stressful situation. However, this was not the case with Irele, which made the nurse droid’s circuits cooler.

Eventually, the three weeks were over. Irele noticed HY-L33 seeming to be in full preparation. She did not mind this, but kept a close eye, until she could find the right timing to ask. After lunch, Irele went to the bath by rote, and quickly dressed herself in a dark gray shirt, black pants, and low boots.

Irele could truly sense something different in their routine.

“Haylee?”

“Yes, Miss Irele?”

“Is there something new added into the routine?”

“Yes, Miss Irele, we are about to perform a full health assessment on you. Please follow me and I will escort you to the medical ward.”

This was the first time Irele had been outside of her bedroom. For three weeks, she had been holed up in that metal room with no one and nothing else but HY-L33—to which she had grown fond of anyway—and then she finally comes out for a medical check-up.

Along the way, she could not look into the eyes of the crew, although she perfectly blended in with her gray and black clothes. She was nervous and afraid of what they’re thinking of her—because she felt like she knows what they’re saying about her, it’s a feeling that she can’t explain but it still manifests in her. Eager to avoid the stares and attention, Irele walked directly behind HY-L33 until they got to the said medical ward.

When they got there, the interior of the medical ward was a little bit brighter than most of the rooms in the ship. The walls were still metal, of course, but it was a cooler shade of gray which somewhat eased the people who are admitted and confined here—instead of the intimidating dark grays and blacks on other parts of the ship. At the center of operations was a 2-1B surgical droid stationed by a medical bed; it was approached by HY-L33 and Irele, when the droid’s photoreceptors saw the girl’s face, a deep male tone started speaking in a monotonous, continuous fashion.

“Irele Skywalker, human female, age is sixteen standard years, height stands at five feet and three inches…”

“Okay, okay, I think we got enough of my vitals already!” Irele interrupted.

“Were you briefed of your purpose here?”

Irele made a side-eyed glance at HY-L33, who didn’t move at all, “I was only told I was getting a check-up.”

“Correct.”

The surgical droid cleared out what HY-L33 failed to when they were still in the bedroom. It started with the physical examination—taking down her age, height, and weight, until it pored into analyzing the fluid levels and vitals of her organs to see if they were normal. It was all strange for little Irele, but she held up and did as she was told. She wasn’t getting hurt by the droids anyway, save the one pinprick that they had to do in order to conduct a blood test.

From Vader’s chamber, he was receiving real-time transmissions of the medical ward’s database. Whatever diagnosis the droids encode into the database under Irele’s profile, Vader saw it all firsthand—every revision, every new entry, every number.

Midichlorian count: 20,598.

Seeing this number and then recalling his impression on Irele baffled Darth Vader.

This child has lived sixteen years in a backwater planet, with a high midichlorian count… and yet her sensitivity is dormant.

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