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twilightsagasworld · 10 days

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(The man ) Garrett x Reader

(Requested by @twilightlover2007 )

Part 1

“Single file line, please! The ground is still very wet and slippery”, the bustling of very small toddlers and a single teacher trying to keep them all together was a sight to see at the Forks Museum. (y/n), a young pre-k teacher had finally gotten to take her small class of 10 children to the museum after weeks of waiting for parental approval forms to be brought back. It was the middle of winter and living in Forks meant that there wasn’t alot for a pre-k teacher to come up with to entertain the little ones. The museum was the cheapest option, and guaranteed that the small children would be entertained by the many artifacts and attractions that surrounded them. An aquarium would have been a much better bet, but the nearest one was out of state and very expensive.

The small group of teacher and students were on their way to the minivan bus that (y/n) had organised when a small hand tugged at her winter jacket, “Miss Johnson I have to make a sissy!”, (y/n) knelt down to the boy’s height, “Okay Troy, but let me make sure everyone is buckled in first and that the nice security man can look after them”.

After that was all organised and the museum security agreed to watch them, (y/n) grabbed small Troy’s hand and guided him to the bathrooms inside the museum. They didn’t take long before exiting the girls restroom that (y/n) noticed the boys untied shoelaces, “Oh, just a second dear, let miss Johnson help you tie your laces…”

It was a small gust of wind she noticed first, a glance to her left told her that the doors and windows were shut, leaving no room for cold air to pass. She stood up, “Miss Johnson, my-” “Hush”, her tone left no room for a word, she stepped in front of the boy and felt his small hands cling to her leg. She took a steady look around them, they were in a darker part of the building, and the light above them was flickering randomly. Another gust of wind past them, this time with enough force to blow her hair in her face and make the small child yelp.

“Who’s there?” her voice seemed so quiet all of a sudden, almost out of pure instinct as if to hide where she was. She took a look back down to the boy but was met with bright red eyes the second she looked back, “Hey!” she yelped, taking a big and clumsy step back, careful of the child clung to her. The scruffy-looking man in front of her gave her a wry smile, “My my, aren’t you a pretty thing?”, she scowled. He stepped forward, dark bags under his eyes making their strange colour stand out so much more, “Stay- stay right there…” The man took a step closer, “But you smell so good… Its been driving me crazy for days!” he made a dramatic gesture. (y/n) was so so frightened, frozen in a state of shock she could barely feel the shaking hands around her leg, but the boy’s crying snapped her out of it, and like a mother hen she snapped around and took the boy into her arms, holding onto him for dear life. The man stopped in his tracks, staring alarmedly at the crying child in her arms, (y/n) took her chances, not knowing if they were slim, “Please… don’t hurt us” she pled through her own tears now, her body seemed to be going haywire since this man showed himself like all her senses were telling her she was the prey and this red-eyed man was the predator.

The man said nothing, trying to reclaim his facade, he grumbled and sighed, his eyes darting between her and the child. He waved them off, and without thinking she ran, ran until she was at her van and told the security what happened, all the same trying to comfort a child in distress as the authorities arrived ten minutes later. Parents were called too, and most showed up not too long after the police, led by Charlie Swan. (y/n) was in such a state when she told them what she explained to the security, a tall, rough-looking man with red eyes had shown up out of nowhere and tried intimidating her and most likely worse. Chief Swan had the museum swept through and found no trace of such a man. “Go home, get some rest and tomorrow you come down to the station and we’ll take it from there, aight?” With nothing else she could of done, she drove the rest of the children back to the school and with the school already knowing what was up, she left them in the care of another teacher as she was sent home at just past noon.

(Y/n) locked all her doors and windows and distracted herself with a scalding shower. With no desire to eat or do anything else, and stressed beyond measure, (y/n) put on her cd player in the living room of her small one-story house and ploughed herself down on her coach, heavy blankets following.

She didnt sleep well that night, red eyes filling the dark corners of her living room…

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight x reader #jasper hale #twilight carlisle #edward cullen #twilight-x-reader #alistair+twilight #carlisle-cullen-x-reader #alice cullen #garretttwilight #garrettxreader #stephenie meyer #lee pace #daddy #vampire

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axiina · 5 months

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Will you be my valentine? - (Valentine’s) date with Ezarel

pairing: Ezarel x gn!reader

genre: fluff(?)

word count: 907

warnings: none

a/n: welcome on my blog! this is reupload from my other account. i hope you enjoy it! I decided to change the gardienne to a gender-neutral reader to make it easier to identify with MC. please don't hesitate to drop suggestions and/or comments in my inbox!!

Ezarel didn’t celebrate Valentine's Day. Before his relationship with Y/N, he thought it was a shallow day. In his opinion, a loved one should be shown affection on more than just one particular day. He looked with contempt at couples who competed with each other to see who would give the bigger bouquet to their loved ones. Deep down inside, however, little Ez spoke to him.

As a child, he looked up to his parents and their relationship with admiration. He remembered well how his parents gave each other small, symbolic objects. Small gestures were the most important. Valentine's Day looked similar, but it had something special about it. Thinking about it, the day of lovers, when he was a little boy and barely tied his own shoelaces, came to his mind. For about a week, Ezarel practically saw his father in general. As the royal alchemist, he had little free time, but he always found a moment to at least tell him about the plants and their properties. The boy was angry with his father for the way he treated him and his mother. He saw that his mother also felt the absence of her husband. However, Valentine's Day surprised him. On that day, he witnessed a scene that was memorable to him. His mother received from his father, a beautiful painting depicting their family. Little Ez then decided that he too would treat his other half this way.

The period before his first Valentine's Day in a serious relationship was very stressful for him. As a child, he thought a lot about this moment. He remembered his parents telling him to take care of his future partner and put his heart into everything he would do for that person. Now, however, he had no idea what he could arrange. After all, he was just a simple alchemist without much interest. He had once dabbled in a bit of art, thanks to his parents, but that had been in the past. If he gave his beloved a sculpture made by him now, they would probably hide it deep in the closet so that they would not have to look at it. The poem is also out. The only things he can write now are recipes for various potions and alchemical notes. He squirmed with embarrassment at the thought of singing a song he had written. Not everyone has an artistic hand.

Valentine's Day came before he knew it. From the very morning, he was running around HQ trying to think what he could give his beloved. Time was passing at a dizzying pace for him. The day definitely didn’t bring the expected results. Ezarel had nothing. Almost nothing. Angry at himself and tired, he headed to his lab.

The elf carefully opened a glass case in a separate room that only he had access to. From it, he took out a bouquet of nine red roses. He sighed disappointedly looking at the flowers. Nine roses. "I want to be with you forever." That would have to be the karma that got him for how he used to view couples on lovers' day. Now all he was left with was the hope that his beloved would appreciate the gesture.

He slowly walked towards his partner's room. He wanted to delay this moment in time as much as possible. They won't like it. They will laugh at him. Intrusive thoughts occupied the elf's head.

He took a deep breath in and out to calm himself as much as possible. His own heartbeat drummed in his ears. He knocked uncertainly on the door. Silence.

Valentine's Day occupied his thoughts so much that he unconsciously avoided them. They’re probably angry and won't even accept these dang flowers.

The elf's panic grew by the second.

- Ezarel, here you are. It's been a while since we last met. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?

The blue-haired man jumped away from the door he had been standing in front of. He looked surprised at his amused partner. Their eyes were staring at him. Beautiful eyes that he could stare into for hours. The smile on their face made the panic completely disappear. Ezarel walked up to his beloved.

His gaze rested on the flowers.

- I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I wanted to organize something for THIS DAY, but I overestimated my abilities. These flowers look ridiculous next to you. They seemed beautiful before, but now that I look at you... - Ezarel lifted his gaze and momentarily melted into his beloved's eyes. - They seem pale. You have dimmed their beauty. I wanted to do something to make this Valentine's Day special, sorry. I brought you roses. Nine red roses are the symbol of eternal love. I decided to finally use my skills as a GREAT alchemist. These roses will never wilt. You understand, eternal love and the eternal roses that symbolize it... You are a very special person. I still wonder how it happened that you chose me. I'm a lucky man.

Ezarel was convinced that he was now as red as a peony. He felt like a teenager in love who can't see the world outside his loved one.

He grunted and handed the flowers to his partner with confidence.

- You are about to have a wonderful and unforgettable date with the wonderful, smartest, most handsome, funniest and best elf alchemist. So...will you be my Valentine?

#eldarya #eldarya ezarel #ezarel #eldarya headcanon #eldarya to #eldarya the origins

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girl4pay · 1 month

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“you’re nothing like them,” declan said. “no one would like you, you’re weird.”

he was braced for a blow to the face, so the kick to his stomach left him breathless. he gagged, and before he could find his voice ronan was already wailing on his behalf.

“it wasn’t even that hard! i didn’t even kick that hard! i’ll tell mom you were being a jerk, you better not tell-”

he lunged and ronan shrieked.

***

“it’s broken,” ronan screamed, and declan glanced back at the house. the curtains stayed still.

calling ronan a baby would just make it worse, even if he was being one. declan tried to sound nice. “ronan, shut up. it’s not broken, you would see the bone if it was broken.”

it was true-declan had seen the bone when timmy sanderson had fallen from the top of the swingset, and he had told ronan all about the blood and pinkness and sharp white. ronan’s lip quivered as he considered this.

“it’s the other kind of broken,” he finally decided. “i can’t walk, you have to get an ambulance.”

“there aren’t different types of broken. bones can be broken or fine, that’s it.”

ronan choked out a sob and shook his head. “nuh uh. what about dad’s wrist, it was stained but there was no bone showing.”

“sprained,” declan corrected. the ankle in question did look kind of red. declan poked it just above ronan’s shoe, and ronan hissed, the way he had the time he’d slipped in the creek and sliced his hand open on the rocks, so declan knew that the pain was real enough, even if his cries were faked. “it’s not sprained. look, i’ll carry you back and mom will tell you it’s fine.”

ronan sobbed again, then slumped down against the ground in despair. declan waited. finally, he said, “fine,” and declan rolled his eyes.

he would not stand to climb onto declan’s back, and so declan had to pull him up from the ground, and almost fell. ronan shrieked again and let his legs hang limp, and declan let foul words fall from his lips as he wrestled choking forearms away from his throat.

“mom’s going to ask what we did,” ronan whined into declan’s ear, after he’d been bullied into grabbing on properly.

“just don’t say anything,” he warned, fingers digging into ronan’s thighs. ronan swore. “don’t say that where mom can hear.”

“mom doesn’t care what i do,” ronan said, kicking one sneaker out at a passing dragonfly. “she gave me ice cream for breakfast, and jonathon at sunday school said his mom never would, and she got mad when he asked, but mom never gets mad at me.”

declan wished he could drop him.

***

“what’s all this?” aurora asked, sailing into the den with baby matthew in her arms. declan had tipped ronan onto the couch, and now he was trying to get the sneaker off ronan’s foot. it was hard work: every touch had ronan hissing and whining, and somehow his ankle looked puffier now. declan pinched his calf, and ronan’s mouth snapped shut.

“there was a bear, out in the woods,” declan told aurora, who gasped in fearful delight. there was no one in the world who believed a lie like declan’s mother. he hadn’t realized most kids got in trouble for storytelling until his teacher had taken him to task for telling what she called tall tales. he was better at it now, figuring out what would be believed and what was too much, but he still worked up the fantastic ones specially for aurora. “he wouldn’t let us go home because he said he had to eat us. we had to fight him. we won, but ronan got hurt.”

“how horrible. were you both very brave?” she asked, elegant hands brushing ronan’s curls back from his forehead. they tumbled back instantly, limp and sweaty.

“ronan cried,” declan said, and ronan snarled at him.

“crying does not mean he was not also very brave,” aurora soothed, pushing declan’s hands away so that she could hand him matthew and begin to pick at ronan’s shoelaces. after she had eased off the collapsed shell of the shoe, she ran a finger over the hot redness of the skin above ronan’s sock. “well, this does not look good,” she said.

“i told you, i told declan it was broken,” ronan whined.

declan made a face at matthew, whose tiny fist waved wildly in the air, reaching at nothing. aurora stroked his chubby thumb, then transferred matthew to ronan. “hold your brother for us, there’s a brave boy. it’s not broken at all, my love, just a little twisted up.” she reached for the throw pillows and turned to declan. “bring an ice pack in a towel, please. oh, and i suppose the first aid box.”

the first aid box was in dad’s office, where he kept it in case of accidents. when declan returned to the den, he saw that ronan’s ankle had been propped up on a mountain of cushions, and his head was buried against aurora’s stomach. the kitchen was close enough that he could hear them even over the hum of the refrigerator. “declan lied. we didn’t really fight a bear,” he heard ronan confess, and declan wished furiously that he really had broken his ankle.

“your brother always tells me such wonderful stories,” aurora said with a laugh. “he’s his father’s very own son.”

“dad’s stories are real, though. declan just lies,” ronan said, but he didn’t sound very sure.

“all stories are made true in the telling,” aurora said in a wise tone, which meant she’d heard niall say that, once. he could picture ronan’s doubtful sneer. he slammed the kitchen door shut and threw himself over the back of the sofa.

“there you are,” aurora chided. “come help me with your brother.”

***

“darling, where is our matthew’s birth certificate?” aurora asked, her arms laced around niall’s neck, her perch on his thigh precarious. niall looked up from his phone, and declan ducked his head and pushed around a spoonful of mac and cheese.

“birth certificate? why?”

“i suppose we need one for schools and things, when he grows up,” aurora said, her beautiful face twisted into a frown. “declan was very clever, he looked it all up.”

“was he now,” niall said. declan’s grip tightened on his spoon. the cheese was stringy and cooling, and the smell of it made him want to push it away.

ronan was having no such difficulty. he had given up eating and was now slowly and carefully shoving an overflowing spoon into matthew’s face. matthew giggled when a macaroni slipped up into his nostril. “what’s a-a birth thingy, what are you talking about,” ronan asked, and niall set his phone down and grinned.

“it’s a special paper, like a receipt. it’s so when child snatchers come to steal you away your mother and i can show them they can’t have you, because we had you first.”

“then you have to find matthew’s,” ronan said, alarmed. “we can’t let child snatchers take him, dad!”

“now you’ve riled him,” aurora laughed, and niall pinched her waist.

“no, i guess that would be no good,” he said to ronan. “your brother and i will look around tonight, then.”

declan kept his mouth shut, but he knew you couldn’t just find birth certificates the way you could find old arrowheads buried by the creek, or little brownies hiding in basement. he was pretty sure they only gave them to you at the hospital, and he was definitely sure that they made them very fancy and complicated so no one could pretend they’d made one and pass it off as real.

later, aurora coaxed ronan into clearing the table with her, and niall’s hand fell heavy on declan’s shoulder. declan wished he was brave enough to shrug it off. “come on, son,” niall said. “we’ll look in my office.”

declan waited until they were out in the fields to speak. “you know we won’t find one,” he accused, feeling daring and terrible and tremulous.

“have you been spilling secrets?” niall shot back, and declan scoffed.

“i’m not stupid.”

niall cuffed him up the back of his head for cheek and fumbled with the key to the office. it was dark out, and the stars hung hidden behind thick soupy clouds. there was no moon, no light at all besides the feeble beckoning of the porch lamp. “no, not stupid, just reckless.” that was what aurora had called him the time he and ronan took turns seeing who could jump the farthest off the roof of one of the equipment sheds and ronan had ended up with an egg on his forehead, throbbing and red. “go get my laptop,” niall said, yanking on the cord to the naked lightbulb that swayed and flickered. declan dragged his feet over to the desk and pushed papers about in halfhearted search. “christ, boy, pick your feet up.”

***

it only took a couple tries. a birth certificate was, in the end, another story, and niall lynch was an excellent storyteller. declan watched his father’s hands, but just like with ronan’s dreams, he could never force his mind into seeing the moment of manifestation. there was nothing, and then there was exactly what declan had wanted, as though it had been there all along.

although niall was awake now, he did not move, just like the other times. declan worked the paper free of his grip and tested the weight of it against the true one.

“it’s good,” he told his father, who grunted, strained.

#do think ive posted this bfor but i reworked it a little #trc

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thorn-harvester-ven · 1 year

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Her name is Sky.

She’s an artist, I can tell, from the days she runs in late to class with paint flicked over her arms and clothes. From the bandana’s that push her hair out of her face, from the elegant hands with chipped nails and dirty glasses.

She takes up so much of the room from her laugh and how clumsy her arms are. Pascals and yellows, forest green and sunset oranges. Her smile takes up too much of her face, and blinds everything in the room, making her the only focal point.

She fumbles over words and apologizes, snorts and shoelaces. She’s late or early, with a cup of coffee and an apple, always in hand. Walking her head down, peering at whatever is in her hands that day.

She lives with her brother in a two-bedroom apartment, but he’s never home; always sleeping at his girlfriends. They have a cat named Sand, because she looks like Sand, and keeps her company when she’s finger-painting, or cooking, or studying. There’s books and papers everywhere on the floor, and paints lining the walls in containers, large canvases on the walls.

Her brother’s name is Sonny. She explains that her mother likes to tell the story of how the sun loved the sky so much, each morning and night they kissed each other with colours. It’s how sunsets and sunrises are so elegantly beautiful. It’s why she spends her evenings watching the sky, wondering what true love feels like.

I feel true love when she kisses me. I understand how the sun lights the sky, how the sky blooms with colours, how soft yellows and reds and purples are so memorizing. She’s soft.

She calls me moon, sometimes. How I can light up something so dark. How I’m a moon goddess. She tells me she couldn’t stop staring at the crescent moon last night, when I left, because she felt less alone and never seen something more beautiful in her life.

The moon shines in the dark. It’ll light up the dark sky some nights. It’ll be there to remind you of tomorrow, some nights. It’ll disappear, some nights, if the sky swallows it whole.

She left me a letter that night, telling me she swallowed my light. That it wasn’t my fault for being covered by clouds and veils and masks. Sometimes the moon can’t see what the sky really feels.

That evening, I watched the sky kiss the sun with Sonny. We watched it fade purple and pink. He gave me some of her paintings; a red sunset, a bright moon, and a purple sky.

That night, the moon shone brighter then it’s ever been.

That morning, she was yellow and orange, as thought painted on a canvas.

I never stopped looking at the sky. She was too beautiful to forget. Her mother told me the story of how the sky kissed the sun good morning every day, and goodbye every night. Her brother told me he moved out of the apartment, with all her books and paintings and brought Sand with him.

I tell her sunsets I love her every night.

Her name was Sky.

She was an artist. I’ve never seen so many colours.

#short story #hayl rambles #my writing

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the-little-shadow · 3 years

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Beautiful, My Beautiful Lady.

Cold anon : Hello there sleepyhead, just wanna ask - do you take some request about writing too? If yes, could you do Donna x Servant(male) reader with a song that i do adore by mindy gledhill? If not - then please ignore this request!

I hope you have a great day or night! -Cold Anon.

Sleepyhead : Hello there -i finally have my personal Anon- and yes, i could do it for you so no need to be shy to request something! Though it'll take some time since i'm still a college student- i hope you like it!

A/N : the reader has telekinesis-

Summary: Donna sings to herself as the reader leaves the house to buy some groceries from Duke. The song contains Donna's feelings for the reader and she doesn't realize that the reader hears the song she sings. Can Donna explain the truth to the reader? In particular, can the reader accept Donna's feelings?

Seeing that it had snowed and the temperature was starting to get colder, [Y/N] took the coat that was hanging and put it on neatly. [Y/N] didn't forget to also wear a scarf Donna made. Taking a deep breath, the [colour] eyes immediately turned towards to the hanging mirror. A gentle smile slowly etched on his face, [Y/N] was so happy that he finally got to wear the scarf that was so precious to him.

Angie, the doll, notice this. She immediately got off the chair and approached [Y/N]. "Where do you want to go?" she asked, tilting her head. "Ah, Angie. I just wanted to buy some things from the Duke - we are run out of groceries. Can you tell Lady Beneviento that I'll be back soon?" Angie's attention immediately turned to the window showing the snowy season outside, she looked back at [Y/N]. Quickly, the doll hugged [Y/N]'s pants tightly making [Y/N] flinch slightly.

"Then come back soon, okay? It's so cold outside, Donna and I don't want you to get sick, even worse, a high fever like that time."

[Y/N] softened his gaze then he squatted down and patted Angie's head lightly, "I promise, I won't be long." After reassuring the doll, [Y/N] stood back up and started to grip the doorknob. "I'm sure of that." Angie watched his figure leave their house and closed the door so the temperature inside the house wouldn't get colder.

Not wanting to make the Dollmaker wait long, Angie immediately went to Donna's room. She opened the door and saw the owner of the house was now sewing clothes for other dolls. "Mother! Father said he was going away for a while to buy some things from the Duke, he promised he would be back soon." Angie told Donna as she walked over to her.

"Is that so? he'd better keep his word." Donna replied, she looked at Angie then motioned herself to sit on her lap. "Father also wears a scarf that Mother made for him. He looks very handsome when he wears it." She exclaimed happily, both of Donna's cheeks blushed as she imagined the man wearing the scarf she had made.

"Angie, please. Stop calling him Father. He's not my lover nor husband-"

"-Yet. He's going to be MY Father soon."

Donna couldn't help but sigh when Angie said that, she immediately finished her work for hours and then she went to the main room with Angie in her arms. She looked at the painting of herself and Angie with the man, a gentle smile she could see on [Y/N]'s handsome face. The man's presence made her life shine brighter again, Donna was really grateful for that.

She slowly hummed then she began to sing, "everything you do it sends me,"

She put Angie on the chair and took a photo of [Y/N] which was on the table. "higher than the moon with every twinkle in your eyes,"

She started to circle around the table while looking at [Y/N]'s photo, "you strike a match that lights my heart on fire-"

Hearing this, Angie immediately panicked, "Mother - Are you okay!?" Donna looked at Angie and then she reassured her doll that she was fine. "When you're near i hide my blushing face and trip on my shoelaces" Angie just rolled her eyes and let Donna continue singing.

"Grace just isn't my forte- but it brings me to my knees when you say,"

The Dollmaker put the man's photo frame back and poured the tea into her cup "hello, how are you, my darling, today?"

After pouring tea into each cup, Donna took her seat and held hers, "i fall into a pile on the floor, puppy love is hard to ignore."

Donna turned her attention to the man's photo frame "when every little thing you do i do.. Adore." Then she put on her sad smile on her delicate face. With that, Donna sipped her tea with a calm and messy feeling.

"... lady Beneviento?"

Donna's eye widened when she heard her servant's voice, Angie immediately look at her Mother's back and saw [Y/N] is now standing in front of the door with blush on his cheeks. "Ohoho~ he's already back Mother- you better confess or this awkward atmosphere will engulf the two of you, Welcome back! Come join us, [Y/N]!!" The man putting all the supplies and groceries on the near table and then he slowly walked up to his Lady and Angie. Donna didn't utter a single word since she's too busy thinking that 'did her servant listen to everything she just sing?' She's really afraid to see [Y/N]'s expression right now.

"What are waiting for? Come, sit down next to Donna!" Angie invited the man and making him sit next to the head of the house Beneviento. And nope, no words are coming out of the Lady's mouth nor the servant's mouth.

Silence engulf the room, Angie roll her eyes as she cross her wooden arms, "Okay, quick question; [Y/N]!"

"Y-Yes..!?"

"Did you hear the song? The song that Donna just sing?" She question while tilting her head, The man hesitately nod his head and lower his head, "i'm sorry if that's.. Uncomfortable for you, Lady Beneviento." The servant apologize to his lady immediately, Donna sighs in relief, "No need to apologize, [Y/N]. Just-.. Don't tell the other lords that i-i.. I could sing, because it'll be embarassing.."

"Of course, i will never bring it up unless you want me to, my lady."

Once again, Silence engulf the three of them. Angie decide to break the boring silence, "Did you hear the i do adore part, [Y/N]?" She ask again - making Donna roll her eye behind her long black veil.

"Yes, Angie." he answered as he try to stay calm. "Then... What do you think about it?" He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Pardon?" Angie giggles at this and then she bounced in her sit, "about Donna that she adore you silly!"

His face immediately turn red as tomato then he turned his attention away from the doll while clear his throat. "Well... It's an honor for me if lady Beneviento adore-" before he finish his sentence, Angie cut him off "in romantic way! Not platonic or something like that!" his eyes widened after hearing her statement.

"Angie!" Donna exclaimed at her precious doll, Angie just keep grinning to herself

"Well.. About that i-" he pause himself, not sure about to answer. Donna look at her servant in hopeful way, believing him that he would not leave her and Angie like the others did for years.

The man served Donna with respect, no yelling or protest from him, he always waited and remained patient to get other instructions from Donna, he also understood the problems Donna had experienced.

He is Kind, Understanding, Generous, Gentle and very Polite. How could Donna not fall in love with him- let alone the girls in the village?

Donna stayed silent; clearly not focus on her servant and her doll talking. Until Angie gently shake her shoulder, "Donna? Donna are you okay?" the woman glance at her doll behind her long black veil and nod her head, gesturing to continue.

Instead of talking, Angie immediately laughed and leave the room while giving the servant thumbs up. Donna is confused, why is she suddenly leave the room - especially alone with the man she adored so much?

Without wasting any time, [Y/N] got up from his seat and walk over to the lady then knelt down while gently grab her delicate hands. "Lady Beneviento i-.. Honestly, i adore you too. I adore you with all my heart. I don't care what the other say about this, i don't want to believe their words or the negative comments about you."

He can feel that Donna's hands are shaking when he keep holding it and tell her everything about how he felt towards her. "I-is it true? That you adore me too?" Donna ask her servant while trembling - then a smile that she loved so much is already on his face, "of course, i adore you so much. That's why, i would do anything for you and there will be question when you're going order me to do it." he answered while puffing his chest like a happy kiddo.

Donna chuckled then shook her head, slowly the chuckle turned into soft sobs. [Y/N] immediately gave her a comfortable and warm hug; waited until Donna calmed down.

"I-i'm sorry.. I just- i'm so happy right now.." The dollmaker tried to explain but cut off by her servant, "i understand, i'm also happy too when you adored me since...?" "since you take care of me when i'm sick." "ah yes, that one year ago. Wait, For that long!? Now i feel really bad for not notice this sooner."

Donna put her hand on his shoulder, "please, don't be. I understand that some feelings are blooming with a long time. Well, mine is already bloom in front of you.." [Y/N] chuckled at her then stare at the veil with curiousness. When Donna notice the stare he immediately avert his gaze to somewhere else and then slowly stood up. "I almost forgot that i have something for you, Lady Beneviento-". "Please, call me Donna, [Y/N]."

‘Donna? So Donna Beneviento is her full name? What a beautiful name for a percious yet fragile lady like her..’

He smiled at her and then nod his head, [Y/N] gp to the bag full of groceries he just buy and then he take a small white box from the bag. He look at Donna with full of admiration and Happiness then he showed her the gift. "For you, My lady."

Donna take the small white box and open it, she gasp when she saw a beautiful diamond ring that shine like the moonlight she loved so much. "This ring.. It's very beautiful, how much for a beautiful ring is this?" she ask while examining the ring with carefully.

[Y/N] shrugged at the question, "1000 lei - it's not that much-" "1000 lei?! [Y/N], this ring is very expensive and you-.. You buy it with your own money just to give it to.. A disgusting woman l-like me?"

[Y/N] frown at this and then shook his head, "why would you say something like that? I don't adore an ugly woman; because i believe that every women in this world are beautiful, especially you, My Lady." Donna keep silent as she fight for herself to not let a single tear fall again. Even though [Y/N] couldn't see it behind her veil.

There's silence for a moment, until [Y/N] ask her a permission that she will not let everyone touch it. "May i?" he ask while gestures to her veil, she is debating with her mind and her heart is beating uncontrolable. With that, she decide to let him - to show him her true face.

But before he take off her veil, Donna felt that his hand gave her a comfort squeeze and let her calm herself down again. Minutes has passed, Donna nod her so her servant can finally lift her veil.

And when he did, the massive growth of flesh that overtook the woman's right side of her face - completely replacing her right eye is what he sees. [Y/N]'s eyes widened at his lady's face -the horror and fear in Donna's eye- before she's rambling about negative things about herself, [Y/N] immediately shut her with a sudden hug again. Letting her tears flow on his chest. Donna hug him tight for her dear life.

[Y/N] whispers something to comfort her and rub her back gently, he even kiss her forehead - not carring about the massive flesh. He wiped her tears and then smile softly at her, his gaze making Donna's heart melt with joy. The way he look at her is his reply, he accept her. Everything about her.

‘and i still adore you so much.’

“Beautiful, My Beautiful Lady.” he whispers while cupping her pale cheek, and then when they are about to close the gap between the two of them - Angie barged in the room while screaming, "AAAAA DONNA SAVE ME FROM THOSE BEES!!" She jumped on her lap and hug her tightly as she buried her face on donna's neck.

[Y/N] snapped his fingers and the entrance was instantly closed before the bees entered the Beneviento estate. Their attention turn to [Y/N] who is smiling happily after shutting the door closed without touching it. "The bees won't harm you anymore-"

"YOU-.. YOU'RE A TELEKINESIS JUST LIKE THAT METAL HIMBO BRAIN ROT!?" Angie ask [Y/N] with eagerness as she sat on his lap instead of Donna's.

"I don't know who are you talking about but yes, i'm a telekinesis." [Y/N] answered while pat her head and still hold Donna's hand as if there was nothing happened after seeing her true face. "So... Did i ruined the moment?" Angie asks with her smug face, "well, a little bit." [Y/N] answer her, He can feel that Donna held his hand and give him a tiny squeeze.

"Ohoho~ alright alright! I won't bother you two and i'll close my eyes!" With that, she immediately closed her eyes with her wooden hands as she keep giggling.

Donna roll her eye and then she glance at her soon-to-be lover, [Y/N] grinned at her then take her veil off slowly that showing her black silky hair with a small bun behind it, he smiled at her and then cupped her pale cheek.

"When every little thing you do, i do adore."

Donna smiled shyly at him and close the gap between the two of them - to make it official about their feelings and their relationship.

"Now finally; i have my own father!"

"Angie- "

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#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #donna beneviento #angie the doll #sleepyhead's #angie beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #lady beneviento #house beneviento #xreader #reader insert #Donna Beneviento x male reader

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chuwuyaswaifu · 3 years

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BSD CHARACTERS AND HOW THEY MET AND CONFESSED TO U <3

Chuuya Nakahara

Saw you at a wine bar and fell in love with you at first sight

Would visit the wine bar often just to see you <3

Yes he thought you were absolutely beautiful

You caught him staring at you once, and ordered him a drink

From then on, you both became wine buddies yay

Would often pay for your drinks without telling you

Wasn't planning on confessing to you at all

He didn't want to involve you with the Mafia </3

But the moment he saw another guy buying drinks for u every other week

He got mad jealous

He decided to ask you out next week

Maybe he did think that someone who wasn't involved in crimes and didn't have the police after him would be better for you

But he was selfish

He wanted you all for himself <3

Asked you out after giving you a bouquet of deep red roses

The same colour as the red lipstick you always wore

You gave him a kiss on the cheek

Along with a "YES"

Didn't show it much but was VERY happy

Asked u out on a date a few days later after he got your number <3

Dazai Osamu

You worked at the cafe the Ada often visited

He'd casually flirt with you everytime he came in

Prolly cuz he was broke

And didn't want to pay for his food

And you were the only female staff around

But, you liked him anyways

You thought he'd stop after a while

Cuz you were insistent on him paying his bills

But he didn't

Infact he continued

Even after another female staff member joined

He never flirted with her

Maybe he just didn't find her attractive enough

But you weren't some extravagant model either

He asked you out

Wait what

Prolly just joking around again

"aah belladonna, you think too low of me~"

yep definetly joking around

He continued for a while

You kept rejecting him

Until, he decided to visit the shop when it was your closing shift

He came alone

Looking unusually serious for someone who didn't know how to tie his shoelaces properly

He asked you out for the last time

A proper confession

Telling you about the day he fell in love with the waitress at his local cafe

"yes"

you didn't even think about it god

maybe the bandage loving boy had managed to get ur heart

"aahh~ my belladonna, you still haven't given me your number!!!"

You still weren't sure if this was a good idea though

ps: you gave him your number ;)

Ranpo Edogawa

you were fukuzawa's daughter

nobody knew who your mother was

your first meeting with ranpo was when you were both 14

He was a genius indeed

You looked upto him

Ya'll basically spent your entire teenage years together

he was very close with you <3

to the point he'd share his precious snacks with you

but you'd usually decline

Cuz u know he loved them and wanted him to have it all

You loved seeing how happy he looked when he was stuffing his face with sweets

It started when you were both 20

He'd constantly glare at any guy who would look at you for too long

You knew ranpo was possessive over things precious to him

But it was different

He'd constantly get annoyed and start to pout when you'd talk with other guys

Or if anyone had the audacity to flirt with you, he'd cut in and make up an excuse and whisk you away from them

When he realised he liked you

He decided to ask you out soon

just so he could call you "his"

He took you to one of your favourite places where you'd hang out with him as a kid

And confessed with a simple 'I like you'

You weren't really surprised, but you decided to tease him

"aww, ranpo-san I like you too!"

"wait, I don't mean it like that!! "

"mean it like what?"

you were definetly enjoying this

He sighed and pouted, before taking your hand in his, and kissing it.

"I like LIKE you dumbass, go out with me"

And, ofcourse, you did.

Aahh this was my first time writing prompts!! I hope you all liked it! <3

#Bsd #Bungou stray dogs #Chuuya x reader #Chuuya x you #Dazai x reader #Dazai x you #Ranpo x reader #Ranpo x you #Bsd headcanons #Prompt #Chuuya #Nakahara chuuya #Chuuya Nakahara #Dazai Osamu #Ranpo Edogawa #Dazai #Ranpo

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robin-the-enby · 3 years

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Bliss

Pairing: Grell Sutcliff x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Summary: Grell's love language are gifts. And since you two haven't spent much time together, she takes you on a shopping date.

A/N: This is set in the era when the anime takes place, so the reader is feminine. I also used she/her pronouns when referring to Grell.

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Who would've thought that being a reaper would require so much paperwork? The last place one would expect bureaucracy was the afterlife. It almost made her regret how she chose to end her previous life. Almost.

Of course she couldn't bring herself to hate it completely. After all, it wasn't that bad. Just boring. Although that is an enormous understatement in her opinion. She just thinks she could be doing something much more interesting with her time than spending hours filling out papers being scolded by her higher-ups (ehm ehm William ehm ehm) afterwards, only to have to fill them out again.

The second reason was you. At the end of the day, when a very physically and mentally tired William told her to get out of his sight with a heavy sigh and she could finally come back to you in the middle of the night, when you were fast asleep and she could see the open book laying on your slowly rising and falling chest and the still lit candle as you tried once again to stay awake so that you could welcome your girlfriend home, it was all worth it. If she hadn't became a reaper, she would have never met you and at this point, such a life was unimaginable for Grell.

Unfortunately for both of you, you couldn't enjoy your nights together very well, because Grell was needed at work earlier than you had the will to wake up.

The first thing your conscious mind registered was the chirping of birds. Next was the sunlight on your eyelids, like an angry mob banging on a witch's door. You felt like you could lay there for the whole day, just listening to those beautiful sounds and feeling the light on your eyelids shift as the day passed.

You felt the space next to you with your hand, the action automatical and always with the same result. As your hand was met only with cold, ruffled sheets, you opened your eyes.

Sighing with disappointment that your momentary bliss was over, you made your way to your wardrobe to get ready for the day ahead of you.

As you sat in front of the mirror, touching up your face just a bit with makeup, you couldn't help but smile as your sight landed on your girlfriend's part of the cosmetic table. It would never be true bliss without her here, you though as the tip of your pointer finger lightly traced Grell's bright red lipstick.

A series of sharp knocks rippled through the air, interrupting the constant chattering of people and tweeting of birds flowing into the room through the open window. A melodic voice you knew all too well called out to you like a siren "Oh daaaaaaaarling!"

You got up from your chair with such force that you nearly knocked it over. But even if you did, you wouldn't have payed it any mind, for your thoughts were focused only on the person standing in the open door to your shared home. You rushed through the rooms, your heart hammering like a humming bird in your chest, your mind barely able to comprehend that this wasn' a dream. But when you caught a glimpse of your girlfriend's bright red hair and her mischievous green eyes, you couldn't help but grin in glee.

Speeding trhough the hallway to close the distance between you two, you threw yourself at her, nearly toppling Grell over with the force of your attack. Her arms immediately snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to her. Pressing a kiss to your temple, she chuckled in your ear "My my, what a greeting. Wouldn't expect anything less from my love." and laughed some more when she heard a muffled "I missed you." coming from where you burried your face in her clothes. With another peck to your head, Grell let go of you, looking you up and down "I see you're already dressed. Marvelous! Well then, we've got places to be, chop chop!" She clapped her hands and turned you around and lead you where your shoes were.

You couldn't help but stare with a shocked expression on your face "Places to be? Waitwaitwait, slow down honey, tell me what's going on!" you tried to reason with her as you tied your shoelaces.

As soon as you straightened up again, Grell was immediately ushering you out the door with a sweet smile on her face. "It's simple darling, William gave me a few days off and since we haven't spent much time together, I decidedvto take you on a date. There's a lot of places I'd like to take you to and the day is oh so short." the redhead explained, purposefully leaving out the details, such as the way dear William let her take a few days off. You didn't need to know the details after all, it was all boring, some shouting and pleading here, some threats and annoying the superior reaper there. Bureaucracy. Boring and unimportant.

What mattered was the present. Arms linked, you two walked along the streets of London, chatting and giggling. Grell was very fond of showing affection wherever she went, to the point where it was almost inapropriate. But nobody really cared, since most people still saw your girlfriend as a man, despite her untraditional looks. It saddened you a little, that others did not see her for who she really was, but you supposed it was for the better.

Grell insisted that this date was albout about you. After leaving you alone for so long, even if not by her choice, she needs to spoil you. You told her you’re not mad at her, on the contrary actually, just to be sure she knows that and doesn’t feel like she has to do this for you. Your loving girlfriend only rewarded you with a beaming smile and assured you that it’s nothing like that and that you don’t need to worry, before resuming in showering you in compliments and praises, as well as gifts.

Yes, Grell really had the day planned out to a T. First, she took you to a dressmaker, the lovely lady seemingly expecting you already, greeting Grell like an old friend. She explained to you that she was a regular here and that you don’t need to worry about anything, because this lovely lady is one of the best seamstresses in the area. And she wasn’t lying. The seamstress discussed every detail of the dress with you, the fabric, shape and adornments. And while she took your measurements, Grell kept gushing and almost purring about how ravishing you’ll look in your new dress, how you chose a perfect colour that brings out your eyes and will surely make your skin glow and that she won’t be able to keep her hands off you, making you blush a nice red colour which she immediately complimented as well and in turn making the seamstress gush about what a cute couple you are.

Then you two stopped at a bakery to pick up some bread, which she let you pay for after some begging, and after that went to a nice, quiet park with a small pond where you two fed and watched different kinds of ducks and a pair of swans. Both of your hearts melted at the sight of small ducklings following their mothers in a line like toddlers in kindergarten on a walk. You pointed out to each other when a duck did something funny or cute, which happened very often.

Seeing those adorable birds eat made your stomach grumble. Grell looked over at your embarassed face and giggled “You should’ve said you were hungry my dear! I could go for some food myself.” she said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her chin. And before you could say red, she was already tugging you in the direction of a restaurant that she wanted to check out for quite some time now, but was waiting for the right moment, so she could bring you along as well. The food there was nothing short of delicious.

Lastly she asked you directly if you’d like to go somewhere. You thought for a while, trying to come up with a way to reward her for this amazing day, you got a brilliant idea. “Close your eyes.” you instructed the reaper softly “And don’t open them until I tell you to.” Linking your arm through hers, you began to slowly and carefully guide your curious girlfriend to a flowershop you passed one day on your way from the market. You still had some money on you and figured you’d buy her some flowers, which you were sure would make Grell happy.

“Stay here, don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.” you said softly “And don’t open your eyes.” you reprimanded her jokingly. Grell for once did as she was told and stood exactly where you left her, rocking on the balls of her feet, until you stood in front of her again. She could tell, because you were wearing a perfume she gave you for Christmas. “Alright, open your eyes.” you told her.

As soon as that sentence came out of your mouth, Grell’s eyes flew open in anticipation. She was met with your face on which a cheeky smile had bloomed and it was clear you were holding something behind your back. You pulled out a bouquet of red spider lillies and blood red poppies with a soft ‘ta-daa’ escaping your lips. Grell switched her gaze from the gift you got her to your face, her eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun. She looked on the verge of tears, moved by the loving gesture. You took one lilly from the tightly tied up bouquet and put it softly in her hair “Looking beautiful as ever my love.” you cooed softly. Grell’s smile got even wider, if that was possible and before you could stop her, she was already pressing kisses and little pecks all over your face, enjoying your happy squeaks. An elderly couple passed the two of you, without either you or your girlfriend noticing, the man scoffing “Young people don’t know anything about manners these days...” While his wife patted him gently on the arm he had linked with hers and smiled “Oh leave them be Richard. We weren’t any different when we were young.”

Your legs were rather tired after the long day and you both agreed to go home. Even though this day was nearly over, you couldn’t wait for the next morning to come, so that you could have your morning bliss.

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I know this isn’t for everyone, but I was in the mood for some sweet sweet fluff

#Kuroshitsuji #Black butler #Black butler Grell #Kuroshitsuji Grell #Grell Sutcliff #Grell Sutcliff x reader #Grell Sutcliff x fem reader #fem!reader #fluff #date #wlw #wlw fanfic

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interstellarre · 3 years

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Delve In The Depths. Chapter I

Word Count. 1.1k

a/n. Author's note at the end!

Trigger Warning(s). none

Series Masterlist

Chapter I.

The lively chatter of the Liyue Harbor never seemed to anything less but music to your ears. You listen Shitou yelling into the crowd about “trying your luck at the Jade Mystery.” You’d suppose Yanfei would have something to say about that, smiling at the thought, already being able to hear her passionate long drawn out lecture.

Arriving at your intended destination, you sit down, crossing your feet at the ankles, tilting your legs and straightening your back.

"Zhongli, it is always a delight to see you around," you offer him a smile, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" You were undoubtedly curious after his letter inquiring you for a cup of tea delivered to you by a rather nervous funeral worker.

Zhongli, the Liyuean funeral consultant settled down, crossing his legs, and reaching for the teapot.

"We’ll discuss that matter later, do you have a preference?" he asks, eyeing the bamboo containers which undoubtedly hold several varieties of tea leaves.

"Do you have a recommendation?"

"Well," he raises his hand to hold his chin, thinking, "Red tea, perhaps you know it as black tea, seems to be the more popular choice these days, it originated in Liyue three thousand years ago..."

You can't resist the urge to lightly chuckle at his habit of long rants of Liyuean history.

"Were you always as willing to share your knowledge as now Mr. Zhongli?"

"Hmm?" he seems to falter in his answer for a few moments before gaining his composed self again, old memories, you suspect. He adds the contents of the third container to the right to the pot and sets the boiling water inside. You’re surprised he didn’t pour them all in.

"I suppose the knowledge others have given to me, I have still remembered.” his eyes seemed to hold melancholy, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

"How is your mother? I trust she had a comfortable trip home?" Zhongli changes the subject, to which you note, but decide not to bring up.

"Yes, she returned home shortly after her successful endeavor with you." Speaking of which, you lips form a slight uncharacteristic frown while a merchant passes by your table, "What was your business with her? She never seems to tell me anything about her work these days."

"That is a matter solely between her, her work and I."

You purse your lips, but let out a sigh.

"I suppose I have no rights to meddle with her dealings. I should have never questioned you. Forgive me." You send an apologetic smile in his direction.

The tea comes to a boil and he motions for you to move your teacup towards him so that he might fill your teacup.

"It is no matter."

He tilts the teapot again to fill his own teacup.

"But since we're on the topic of your mother."

Your mother always gave you the impression of gold.

Bright, refined, elegant.

She sits on the white armchair behind the vanity touching up her makeup, not that you see anything wrong with it, but what do you know? After all, mother always knows best. Her hair was loosely pulled into her normal bun with her loose platinum blond strands cascading down her back.

You sit right next to her on the plush light lily sofa. As the fire crackles and burns in front of you, you look around to notice her usual attire draped on the arm on the piece of furniture.

You take it off of its current stand and drape it over your shoulders. You slip off of the sofa and stand up.

The silk fabric falls far beneath your body and pools onto the floor while covering the whole of your body. You giggle at the sheer size.

Your mother turns at the sudden sound

“Gosh, your clothes are so tall” How do you fit in these?

She chuckles, ignoring your question to talk about a more sensible topic.

She leans her elbow on the arm of her chair and holds the side of her face in her hand. She raises her brow at you.

“It fits you.”

You scrunch your brows at the compliment

She tilts her head and lets out her musical laugh, it sounds like birdsong at the break of dawn.

“Not quite like that, poison,” she responds to your quizzical expression using your childhood nickname.

She stands up and pats her exquisite dress down, eyeing the fine details sewn into the sides. She turns towards you and smiles.

“Well? How do I look?”

“Horrible, absolutely hideous.”

Her lovely expression drops and her eyes narrow.

“Joking Joking,” you put up your hands in defeat the second she raises her eyebrows.

“You look winsome.” you say while taking your mother’s cape like clothing off of your person.

“As always you mean?”

“Always the apple of my eye.”

“I should always hope so,” she mentions in a huffy voice, your face returns to a look of confusion again, but she changes the subject before you can bring it up.

“Well,” she leans down to pull her heels off of their platform, slipping them on. “We should get going, 7PM sharp I believe the invitation said.”

“That’s a shame, it seems such a ditsy to leave such a comfortable environment now,” you jokingly pull up your arms and fake a yawn.

You plan to stand up a moment later, but that plan is interrupted as you trip on what you believe is thin air at first.

You land on your bottom and your eyes are planted directed in the view of your own tied shoelaces.

“Hey!”

“Well if that's your view on things, I suppose I’ll just head off myself,” your mother turns her back to you and her shoes click on the marble flooring while she heads out the door.

“Wait for me!” You can see her smile despite her back being turned to you.

“Mama!”

You stumble on your shoelaces while hopping on one foot and trying to undo the knot.

As soon as you finish tying your shoelaces again and have both feet plotted to the ground, a man dressed in elegant robes walks in.

A work colleague of your mother’s you’d expect

“Lad-”

He stops mid-word as he notices your presence

“Ah-ah-,” he stumbles, no better than yourself a couple of moments ago.

Your mother’s lips were as thin as you have ever seen them

“Out.”

“Of course!” the stranger replies, seeming all too relieved

You turn your head towards your darling mother

“Sooo, what was that about?”

Towards the end of your conversation, Zhongli slides a corked glass bottle towards you. You infer this was the reason behind why he invited you, well besides the free meal of course.

“Your painkillers, if you will.”

a/n. I watched JoJo Rabbit while writing the shoelace scene so the reader and Signora’s relationship is extremely inspired by Jojo and his own mother’s relationship. Ahhh my heart goes wild everytime they interact on screen. 🥺

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin xiao #genshin Zhongli #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader #la signora

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kbuggg3 · 3 years

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~U m b r e l l a A c a d e m y~ FivexReader: “Stakeout” (Part 1)

IMAGINE: After discovering the apocalypse and getting transported back into the present, Five and (y/n) make it their mission to stop the doomsday clock and save not only their family, but the entirety of the world as they know it.

No ever thought anything like this would ever happen. Everyone assumed the other was content with the lives they were forced to live. Well, everyone except Five. He was very secretive or quiet with his hate for this lifestyle. It started off as a regular day in the Hargreeves residence.

Mother had just finished making breakfast as she rang the bell and all 8 of us raced down the stairs to see who could try and get to their assigned seat first. Of course we couldn’t sit down yet- we had to wait until our father sat down. He would then nod his head, giving us the green light.

Things were going as good as anything can get there. Breakfast was good. The usually smell of eggs and bacon was almost comforting. Until Five decided enough was enough. He slammed his knife into the table, causing the bottom of it to stick straight up.

All of our eyes went wide. Well, everyone’s except mine. I just slouched back in my chair and rolled my eyes. Even 15 year old me was fed up with Five’s shenanigans.

Me and Five were very close. Closer with each other than we were with anyone else in the family. Me, being Number 8, always got picked on for being the last number. But Five would always tell me I had the coolest powers to cheer me up. I had telekinetic powers.

There was this “unspoken thing” between me and Five as Klaus would call it- We were also pretty close with him.

Me and Five liked each other, as more than friends of course. But it was forbidden. It was our fathers rule to “keep it professional” even though we were only kids. That’s one reason why Allison and Luther’s relationship never went anywhere.

The other reason being they were both too shy to admit their feelings. Whereas Five, a person with no filter whatsoever, used to tell me all the time. He told me everything and anything. Five used to slip notes under my door, telling me to meet him after hours.

When everyone was asleep I would open his door to find him waiting for me on his bed, wearing a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, just like the rest of us (Father picked those outfits out as well).

We would lay on our backs side by side on his decent sized mattress and talk about anything that came to mind. Sometimes he would say to me, “I wish we could be together,” as if telling someone you liked them was as simple as telling someone about their day.

But that’s what I liked about him. He was open. Honest. Because we told each other everything, he would always rant to me about how father won’t let him time travel.

So I knew the moment he stood in front of the upright knife with his fist clenched, he was angry about just that.

“Number Five?”

“I have a question.”

Father continued to eat his breakfast as if this were a normal, everyday thing. But it wasn’t. “Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson.” Five rolled his eyes and responded sternly, “I want to time travel.”

“No.”

“But I’m ready! I’ve been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said!” Five then proceeded to teleport from his seat, over to the right side of fathers chair. “See?”

Father sighed and took the fork of eggs away from his mouth as he began to lecture Five. “A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.”

“Well I don’t get it.”

“Hence the reason you're not ready.” Father stated as he took a sip of his grape wine.

Five looked over to me, his angered look immediately going soft. I shook my head, trying to tell him not to go any further. He looked like he was actually considering it, but the moment he looked away, all considerations faded.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Fear isn’t the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable.” Father then threw his utensils onto his plate making them clatter loudly and he faced Five and yelled, “Now I forbid you to talk about this anymore!”

Five gave me one last look, almost like he was apologizing for something, and then ran off, causing all heads to turn.

“Number Five! You haven’t been excused!”

Of course Five didn’t listen. Why would he listen to our so-called father who didn’t even bother to give us real names, only numbers? But maybe he’ll listen to me. Without thinking, or waiting for consent, I got up from my seat and ran after him.

“Number 8!”

After yelling his name over and over again, Five finally turned around, his cheeks red with anger. “Five, where are you going?”

“Away.”

“What do you mean ‘away’? You're just gonna leave everything?” Five didn’t answer.

“You-“ I began to try and speak again but my voice was breaking. I can’t let him see me like this. I cleared my throat and tried again. “You’re just going to leave me?”

Five’s eyes moved from his untied shoelace to my eyes. His gaze softened again and he slowly reached out for my hand.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve this.”

And then it happened. It’s kind of all a blur really. All I remember is him letting go of my hand and the blue light surrounding him.

I desperately reached out to grab his hand but all I could touch was the sleeve of his uniform. And before I knew it, I had time traveled into the future with him. Every building was crumbled and in ruins.

There were occasional fires here and there. After finding all of our family dead, the only evidence we found was an eye that Luther's dead corpse was holding in his hand. We spent 30 years together in that shithole.

At first it was hell. He was mad at me for being there because it “wasn’t safe” and “I should be at home”. I was just trying to stop him from making decisions that he insisted WEREN’T stupid. Look where that got us.

Eventually we met Dolores. She’s the only friend me and Five ever had. Especially when you grow up as a “baby superhero” as Diego would call us. We never went to school, birthday parties, play dates.

We lived a life that was far from normal, so we were very thankful for Dolores. Eventually me and Five made up, started dating even.

43 years later, Five then made an equation to help us time travel back home and even after Dolores told him a million times that his equation was inaccurate he still used it anyway, causing me and him to go back to recent times.... but in our 15 year old bodies.

After reuniting with our family and almost getting murdered by some of Five’s old co-workers, we are now trying to figure out who the eye belongs to so we can try to stop the apocalypse from destroying our world and everyone in it.

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“I knew this was a waste of time. I mean what did I expect her to do? Help us?” (y/n) and Five walked away from Vanya’s apartment complex.

They had tried telling her about the apocalypse and where the couple had been for the past 16 years, thinking she was the only one they could trust, but it was too much information for her to handle. She didn’t even know how to respond to them.

“Well, Five, how did you expect her to respond? Did you think she was going to understand everything immediately? We’ve been gone for the past, what, 16 years? For them at least. For us it was 43.”

“I understand that, but you’d think she would have something to say or questions at least!” (y/n) nodded in agreement. “Let’s just go to the laboratory and find out who this eye belongs to.”

Five nodded as well and grabbed her hand. He then teleported them to the front steps of the laboratory. (y/n) let go of his hand and began to walk up the steps, but he pulled her back and wrapped his hand around hers as he tried to keep his eyes forward and act normal.

Even though every touch, although some small, makes his heart beat 10 times faster and the heat to rise to his cheeks. (y/n) just giggled and kissed his cheek, that soon began to turn a slight shade of pink.

They walked through the doors, hand in hand, with hopeful smiles on their faces.

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“What. An. Idiot.” Five said angrily as he stomped down the steps. (y/n) and Five had attempted to ask the guy for the name of the owner of the eye, but he insisted that he could not give out that information. And when the man looked me up and down, Five got a little violent and they called security.

“Well maybe if you hadn't threatened to ram the guy's head into the wall, we probably would’ve actually gotten somewhere.” (y/n) stayed as she sat on the steps and watched as Five paced back and forth, attempting to think of another plan.

“Wha- i- He was looking at you in a way that no older man should be looking at a 15 year old!” Five shouted pointing toward the doors to the lab. He then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose instead. “Alright. Fine.

Let’s just... go with plan B.”

“Which is....?”

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“You want me to do what?”

“Klaus, please! This is important!” (y/n) said, folding her hands like she’s begging.

“So you want me... to go to this laboratory.... and pretend to be your dad so you can, what, find the name of the person who owns an eyeball that you found in the future?”

Five and (y/n) shared a look and shrugged. “Yes...?” After a moment of silence Klaus finally spoke up. “I’m too sober for this. I am NOT going to do this.”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Klaus said frustratedly as he, Five, and (y/n) walked down the familiar hallways of the laboratory. “You’ll do anything that involves you getting paid, won’t you?” Five snapped. “Hey 20 bucks is a great deal don’t you think?” Klaus turned to (y/n) and she shrugged then nodded her head.

They eventually made it to Mr. Big’s office, which was the same guy Five threatened. “I’m sorry but without the client’s consent, I simply can’t help you.” Five stood up and angrily responded, “Well we can’t get consent if you don’t give us a name.”

“Well that’s not my problem. Sorry now there’s really nothing I can do, so-“ Before the guy could finish, Klaus interrupted. “And what about my consent?”

“Excuse me?” My. Big’s replied confused. “Who gave you permission... to lay your hands... on my children?” He began to fake cry as me and Five looked at each other, and then at Klaus with a confused look. “Wha- I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“I didn’t touch your children!”

“Oh really? Then how did my son get that swollen lip then?” Klaus stands up and faces Five. “He doesn’t have a swollen-“ Klaus brings his arm back and punches Five hard in the mouth. (y/n) gasps, but doesn’t move from her seat, trying her best to play along with whatever it was Klaus was doing.

Five touched his hand to his mouth, looking at the blood on it. He looked like he was going to kill Klaus right then and there. “And as for my daughter!” Klaus began to look at me with his arm pulled back, ready to hit, but before it reached her face (y/n) grabbed his fist and yanked it forward so his face was close to hers and she whispered, “Touch me, and I’ll kick your *ss.” Klaus just smiled and backed away.

“What about your daughter?” Klaus looked at me with a smirk and I began to fake cry. “H-He touched me! He tried to rape me!” Five smirked as well as he wrapped an arm around my waist and Klaus laughed with joy.

“You guys are crazy.”

“You have no idea.” (y/n) replied chuckling slightly. Everyone watched as Klaus picked up a snow globe that was sitting on the man's desk and he read it. “‘Peace on earth.’ That's so sweet.” He then smashed it onto his head causing it to shatter and his head to bleed. I jumped slightly at the noise and Five’s grip on my waist tightened as if to reassure me it’s ok.

“God that hurt.” Klaus groaned. When the guy reached for the phone on his desk and typed in a number, most likely security again, Klaus took it out of his hands and held it up to his ear. “There’s been an assault...” he “cried”, “in Mr. Bigs office and we need security, now. Schnell!” He yelled then threw the phone down and shook his head to try and make the blurry vision go away.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen Grant.”

“I-It’s Lance... actually.”

“In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lot of blood and a distraught little girl, and they’re gonna wonder ‘What the hell happened?’” Five looked me up and down, smirked, then looked over to the man. “And we’re gonna tell them that you... beat the shit out of us and RAPED our little girl!” Klaus continued to fake cry but it turned into a laugh when he saw the man's terrified expression.

“You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I’ve been there.” Lance just gave him a weird look but Klaus continued. “Little piece of chicken like you. Oh my god you're gonna get passed around like a......” he tried to think of something to say but couldn’t do he just brushed it off.

“You’re just- you're gonna do great. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Jesus, you’re a real sick bastard.” Lance replies.

Klaus’ face went stone cold as he responded, “Thank you.” And spit a piece of glass from his mouth. (y/n) walks over to his desk and leans down close to his face, to where her slightly unbuttoned uniform shows her cleavage. She reaches her hand past him, resting her arm on his shoulder, as she tries to reach the small drawer behind him to get a lollipop.

She can hear his unsteady breathing which makes her want to throw up, because he’s actually somewhat liking this 15 year old girl seducing him, but also smirk because her plan is working.

Her fingers finally wrap around a lollipop and she whispers with a smile, “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” She pulls back, unwraps the lollipop and puts it in her mouth. She then throws the wrapper onto Lance and walks out of the room with a sway of her hips. Five stared at her in awe and Klaus winked at the guy.

Finally, Lance took them to where all of the files are. Five stood in front of the desk, Klaus sat on the other side, facing Lance and all the files, and (y/n) propped her elbows up on the end of the desk, her chin resting on one of her fists as she watched the man as he searched through the drawer.

“That’s strange.”

“What?” Five demands.

“Well, the eye hasn’t been purchased yet.”

“That is strange.” Klaus says standing up and circling Lance to make him nervous.

“This can't be right. It hasn’t even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?” He asks looking up from his files and at Five.

He just shakes his head.

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“Well this is not good.” (y/n) says as the three of them walk back down the steps of the lab. “I was pretty good, though, right? ‘Oh ya? What about my consent bitch?’” Klaus laughed, trying to re-enact the scene from earlier.

“Klaus, it doesn’t matter.”

He just rolls his eyes and responds, “What’s the deal with this eye anyway? Why is it so important to you?”

“Someone out there is going to lose an eye in the next seven days.” (y/n) responds as Five finishes.

“Exactly. They’re gonna bring about the end of life on this earth as we know it.”

Klaus was listening, but didn't really understand what it meant. He didn’t try to understand because he doesn’t really care. He just wants his money.

“Yeah whatever. Hey, can I just get my 20 bucks, like, now?”

“Your 20 bucks?” (y/n) asked as Five rolls his eyes.

“Yeah my 20 bucks.”

“Unbelievable. I give up.” She throws up her arms and walks back to the steps and sits down. She rests her elbows on her knees and her chin rests on one hand while the other hand holds her unfinished lollipop.

“The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?” Five snaps. “Well I’m also quite hungry.” Klaus rubs his stomach then makes a growling noise. “You're useless.” Five shakes his head and walks over to (y/n), sitting next to her and stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Oh come on. You need to lighten up, old man.” Five signs and grabs (y/n)’s free hand, placing their intertwined hands in his lap and gently rubbing her hand with his other. “Hey you know, I’ve just realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!” Klaus laughs as if he’s just discovered a new scientific discovery.

(y/n) and Five just look at him and then continue on with what they’re doing. “All those years by yourself. It’s gotta screw with your head being alone.”

“I wasn’t alone. I had (y/n).” (y/n) smiles a little and stares down at their hands. “Perfect! Well why don’t y’all get together and... we’ll ya know!”

“You know what? Your right Klaus.”

“I-I am?”

“He is?” (y/n) asks, standing up with Klaus. “Of course he’s right. He’s always right. Well, we best be on our way then!” Five grabs (y/n)’s hand and pulls her towards the road, leaving Klaus there with a surprised look on his face. “Hope you don’t mind if we use your bed! Thanks!”

“Wait... what?!” But before Klaus could say anything else Five teleports himself and (y/n) into a taxi. “Wait no! Not my bed! Also I need my 20 bucks!” Klaus yells, running after the car. (y/n) just rolls up the window and waves as Five pulled her into his lap and kisses her jaw, then her neck, then her collar bone, and goes back up.

“Was it true what you said?” (y/n) asked, smirking. “Not entirely.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t say that I’m not horny but....”

“Mhm. And...?”

“And that is NOT the reason why I’m ‘uptight’.” Five says pouting a little. (y/n) just laughed and they continued to kiss. When they were completely out of sight, Klaus ran his hands through his hair.

“Shit.”

#five #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #five x reader #five x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you

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babybottlepop96 · 3 years

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Tattoos at First Touch (Soulmate AU) Shino Aburame x Reader

Summary: Once you turn 16, the first touch you make on another human being, your name will appear on your soulmate, exactly where you touched the person. Hopefully it won’t be too embarrassing.

Warning: Swearing, Accidental groping.

a/n: This idea came from another blogger who had a dream/idea about this, and I got permission to use it! They will be tagged at the end if the story!

Your parents always told you, "once you turn sixteen, be careful of your first touch on another human being. Your soulmate will get a tattoo of your name where you touch another person and vice versa." Your birthday was coming up in a few days and you were praying that your clumsy ass could make it through without something bad happening. I mean, just the other day at school you accidently touched someone's ass because you slipped on a singular bead someone missed when they were picking up the pieces to a broken bracelet. A singular bead. Yeah, it was awkward. You would rather not have your name tattooed on someone's butt cheeks thank you very much. You stared down at your arm, staring at the name that had been tattooed on there just a couple years ago, meaning he would be around eighteen now.

Shino.

Unisex name, so you had no idea whether your soulmate was a male or female, not that you cared, they were your soulmate after all. You would love them no matter what. Shino is also of Japanese origin meaning Stem of Bamboo. Which also gave you no indication of what your soulmate was like. It drove you insane trying to figure it out, but there was only so much you could do, especially just by a name. But you were glad the name was on your arm, imagine having a tattoo on your boob. Like, why are you feeling up other people, Shino? But you stared at your arm for what felt like hours, daydreaming about the day you would finally meet the one you were supposed to be with for the rest of your life.

"(Y/n)! Time for dinner!" Your mother called from down stairs.

"Coming!" You called and made your way downstairs. You and your family sat around the table eating the food prepared and made some small talk.

"So," your sibling started, (y/n), your sixteenth birthday is coming up." They smirked and you groaned.

"Yes, I know." You put your head on the table. Your family has been teasing you non stop about it for a year now. "I'm clumsy, my name could be somewhere weird, I get it." Everyone laughed and continued on with dinner and some more teasing.

~~~

It was here, the day you had been worried about. Your birthday. You were so careful, you swear on your great great grandmother's grave you were being so dn careful. You had avoided everyone. But the universe just had to give you the finger and laugh in your face.

You were carrying your lunch tray towards your normal spot with your friends when someone pushed their seat back standing up. You pumped into them and not only did your food land everywhere, you fell on top of him. Your face on his side, your left hand on the floor and your right hand? Directly on his dick. Yeah, you read that right. The first touch on someone else on your sixteenth birthday, had to be an accidental dick grope.

You blush profusely and apologized and ran. You fucking ran. Not to the bathroom or to class. You ran all the way the fuck home. You burst through the doors startling your parents. Your parents came around the corner, looking ready to beat someone (probably thought it was an intruder). But once they saw you and your red face, they got worried. "Hey, pumpkin. What happened?" Your father asked.

"MY FIRST TOUCH WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" You shouted, once again startling your parents. They looked at each other and back at you.

"Where did you accidentally touch someone?" Your mother questioned.

"His… his…. PENIS!" You covered your face from embarrassment. Your father busted out laughing while your mother scolded him while trying to suppress her own laugh. You ran to your room and locked yourself away. "I am so sorry, Shino!"

~~~

When Shino got home from lacrosse practice, he decided he was going to take a shower. He was sweating and sticky and just felt nasty altogether. He stripped down and went to the sink to set his sunglasses down when he noticed. "What the…" he held his dick and looked at it. "(Y/n)" the name read. His face turned red and he was so confused. Why was his soulmate's name on his…… dick? Suddenly his phone rang and he answered it while still holding his dick, looking at the name. "Hello?" He answered.

"Shino! Dude! I finally got my soulmate's name! Right over my heart! Like fuck that's the perfect spot!" His teammate, Kiba, practically shouted through the phone.

"Yeah, I got mine too." He answered, not really paying attention to the fact he said it.

"Bro! No way! Where is it?!" Kiba asked, excited that his best friend finally got his name too.

"Oh, umm… well… it's not important. I gotta go. Getting a shower." He hung up the phone and sighed. Well this was just great.

~~~

Two years have passed and you still haven't met your soulmate. It was kind of infuriating at first, but you just thought that it would happen eventually. And boy did it happen.

You and your friends were walking through campus heading towards your classes. You were taking entomology classes as a minor to your criminal justice major. Bugs always fascinated you, even if they were a bit creepy. But it was always a big help in your major, so you figured, why not?

It wasn't until you tripped on your untied shoelace and fell into a tall man. Both of you toppled over. Your friend's called your name has his friend's called his. You laid on top of him and realized that his hand had grasped your arm, right over the name and your hand, yes… on his dick. You both blushed and you quickly got off of him.

"So, you're my soulmate huh?" Shino asked, blushing madly. Not that you were any better off, your face also felt like it was on fire.

"Y-yeah, (f/n) (l/n). Sorry about the uh.. tattoo.. actually it happened almost like this." You laughed nervously and rubbed the back of your neck.

"Shino Aburame. And it's quite alright." He blushed a bit more. "What class are you heading to? I can walk you there."

"Entomology, room seventy-six." You answered more confidently this time.

"Same, shall we?" He held out his arm and you took it.

"Wait… THEIR NAME IS ON YOUR DICK?!"

(Yes, I googled what Shino meant, lol) @underworldsheiress

#shino aburame #shino-aburame-x-reader #reader insert #bug boy shino #shino needs more love #stem of bamboo

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queenmuzz · 3 years

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For the prompt list, can you do "You always do this" between any of the Spardas? Take your pick and give us some family dramedy :)

Vergil ought to have known his brother was up to something, simply by the fact that everything was so quiet. Silence was never Dante’s preferred way of doing things, loud and bombastic as he was. But perhaps, Vergil was so desperate for some peace and quiet, he’d deluded himself into thinking his brother was busy bothering his mother, or playing in the backyard. And so he relaxed, enjoying his book as he sat on the antique couch, his legs dangling over the side savouring each and every word.

Of course, it couldn’t last.

Like the whine of a thousand locusts, he heard it.

“Veeeeeergil… I’m bored…”

“Read a book then.”

Dante gave the look like Vergil had suggested he eat a jar of olives for fun.

“No, I wanna do something fun...like,” he pursed his lips, thinking hard, before his eyes lit up. “How about a race? The first one to the playground, wins!”

Vergil paused. It was tempting, beating his brother at yet another thing, but he was in the middle of his book, and was just getting to the good part where the shipwrecked protagonist, Johnny Truegood, had been captured by the Pirate Queen, Red Bess.

“Not right now, Dante. I’m busy.”

His brother pouted for a moment, before a sly smile crossed his face. “If you race me, and I win, you still get my dessert tonight. And if YOU win, you get my dessert for the rest of the week.”

Well, Vergil thought as he placed a bookmark between the pages, Whatever Red Bess has planned for poor Johnny, it won’t be strawberry shortcake. And the look on Dante’s face when he ate the delicious fluffy treat in front of him would be totally with it.

“Alright,” he said, and his brother’s face lit up in glee, “if you insist... On your mark...get set… GO!”

What happened was incredibly anticlimactic. Instead of speeding for the door, Vergil’s feet hit the hardwood floor, but went no further. The sensation of falling, and then a heavy THUD, as his head hit the floor. For a moment he heard nothing, saw nothing, but gradually, he heard the insane cackling of his brother. “Verg, I didn’t think it would work, but holy smokes it did!” And now his brother had fallen to the floor, laughing like an insane circus clown.

Vergil attempted to get back up, if only to punch him for laughing at him, but his feet just wouldn’t move. The reason was simple, his shoelaces from both shoes had been tied together in a tight knot.

“You-” Dante wheezed between giggles, “you were so into your book, you didn’t even notice me slipping under the couch….I can’t believe it!”

Okay, perhaps he couldn’t get up in a dignified manner, but he could still roll over, quick as a flash and begin delivering a beating his brother would never forget.

After their mother had found them in the middle of their all out brawl… neither of them got dessert...for a month.

*******

Almost forty years later….

Vergil sat on yet another couch, this time reading a book, called “The Internet for Dummies”. Had it been Dante who’d have given to him, he’d have been skewered with several spectral swords. But this time it was a gift from Nicoletta, with an added hurried explanation from Nero that the title was a marketing thing, not intended as an insult. So far, the reading had proven...interesting. Whole libraries of information could be found in the span of an instant, without the aid of some decrepit, scheming, wife-murderer.

Dante had come into the room, whistling, and after a second to peer over his shoulder, sat down at his desk, and began to call a number.

“Hey Nero,” he smiled, “How’s things with your old lady?” a pause, as he was most likely chewed out by his son for calling Kyrie that, “Sorry, I won’t call her that again, anyways, how’s things on the island?” He nodded thoughtfully, and then his eyebrows shot up. “Oh, yeah, he’s here.” He covered the speaker, and got Vergil’s full attention, “Nero wants to speak to you.”

Well, as interesting as the book was, it could wait. It had been a week or so since he and his son had talked, and he would never decline an opportunity to have a conversation. It wouldn’t make up for his absence for most of Nero’s life, but his son seemed to enjoy their talks.

He stood up, with the intention of grabbing the speaker from Dante’s outstretched hand, but instead, the familiar sensation of falling, and then his face hitting the stained wood, followed by the incredibly irritating laughter of his brother.

“Holy shit Verg...you REALLY are oblivious when you get into a book.” He hung up the phone. “I didn’t think you’d fall for my acting…but I shouldn’t have been surprised.”

Vergil’s eyes shot down to his feet. No knotted shoelaces this time, but something much more infuriating. Dante had somehow taken the straps of his boots, and strapped them to the opposing boot.

Vergil growled.

‘You always do this.’

He began to shoot out an arsenal of spectral swords, but Dante had already made a hasty retreat, cackling madly.

His knees, and ego bruised, Vergil slowly got up. What he should have done, taken off his boots and chased after his little brother, to remind him what a beating was, but instead, he smiled.

It wouldn’t take long before Dante realized that earlier today, Vergil had superglued olives into all of his little brother’s jacket pockets….

#Devil May Cry #maybeishouldwait #writing prompt

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hillnerd · 4 years

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puppies for sale

Rating: PG AO3 ff.net Summary: Ron goes to pick up the kids from the Burrow, which should be an easy thing- but there are puppies for sale down the road. Domestic Weasley-Granger family fluff. not beta-ed. we die like men ;) ------------------

“Mum, I’m here!” called Ron, as he stepped out of the floo to his childhood home, spelling away the soot before he tromped it all over and got an ear-full for it. The Burrow always remained the same, the only sign of the passage of time was the people inside, and the occasional photo or children’s artwork being changed out on the walls. A fragrant baking smell wafted through the house, and he could faintly hear the sound of children laughing.

“In the kitchen, dear!”

He happily trounced over to see what his Mum had been baking, hoping she wasn’t saving it for anyone. He hadn’t gotten in much of a lunch and his stomach was fiercely growling.

“Something smells good.”

“Fig rolls,” she said with a satisfied smile. Like his dad and all the rest of their older redheaded relatives, her hair wasn’t graying, just fading into a pale rose color with little white streaks here and there. “You look hungry. Help yourself to some rolls and a glass of milk.”

Ron gave her a kiss on the cheek before taking a still warm fig roll from the plate and quickly tucking in. He gave an appreciative sigh. “Can you write up the recipe for these?”

She took out a card from her recipe box and quickly duplicated it onto a spare slip of parchment.

“How was the shop?”

“Chaos as usual,” he said, wiping some crumbs from his beard. “But we’ve been working on some ideas recently that really have potential in defense and business markets, so I’m feeling rather good about that… Where are the kids at?”

“With your father near his shed. Don’t worry, I don’t let them go inside it!”

Ron furtively rolled his eyes. No matter how many times they all assured her of the shed’s safety, she remained staunchly convinced that everything in there could spring to life with ‘ekeltrickedy’ and murder any visitors. Why she thought only her husband could survive the death trap was beyond him, but he knew better than to question her at this point.

“Thanks for the food and the recipe! I’ll take a whack at it after the Halloween rush,” he said, heading out to find the children.

His dad was sitting in a Muggle folding camp chair Hermione had gifted him. He’d been giddy about it for months, and took it out so regularly it got banned from the house itself after he’d set it up in the dining room one too many times.

“Watch out, you might be accosted soon,” he warned Ron, twitching his head near the garden wall. There stood a few lean-tos, made from pieces of apple boxes, sticks, and decorated with a great deal of leaves. Magic was surely holding them in place, because they looked incredibly structurally unsound.

“Halt!” cried Rose, jumping from behind a tree. She jabbed a wand-shaped stick in Ron’s direction as he approached. “This is our society!”

“Yeah! Our sosety!” Hugo repeated from inside an apple box. He laid on his stomach and poked the dirt with his ‘wand.’

“It’s society,” Rose harshly whispered at her brother, making Ron shake his head at her tone. She sounded just like Hermione when she’d been a snooty first year. He’d have to work on that with her. Last thing he wanted was his little girl getting bullied for the same stuff her mother had. If Hugo had seemed at all upset Ron would have intervened, but instead Hugo had a gleeful grin on his face.

“SOCIETY!” Hugo boldly bellowed, pointing his own ‘wand,’ before laughing and flapping his hands in excitement.

“Careful now. Don’t put your eye out,” Ron said, flicking his wand to keep the flailing stick away from Hugo’s face, narrowly avoiding an accident.

“We made our own society!” Rose proclaimed. “You need to ask permission to come in.”

“Ah, well, may I enter your society?”

It wasn’t that hard to get into their society. Rose immediately took him by the hand and started giving a tour.

“Over there is our ministry, and a museum, and over here is the hospital, and over there the jail. Hugo’s been there a lot.”

“Oh? Now why is that?” Ron asked, looking over to his dad in concern. He didn’t want Hugo being picked on.

“He just liked that box the most,” Dad replied for them, as Rose had lost interest in the tour and was decorating the ministry roof with more leaves. “Rosie dubbed it a jail, and Hugo didn’t much care until she said it’s where ‘bad men go’. There was a spot of caterwauling about that, but then he found he’d rather be in a spacious apple box jail instead of the other buildings that were so cramped and falling over. Also, no spider webs in the jailhouse.”

“There are spiders in these?” Ron asked, voice going high. He began to tromp towards the ‘museum.’

“No no, only webs,” Dad laughed, patting Ron on the arm.

Not feeling as amused about the society Rose had created, he announced, “alright, kids. Time to wrap it up and head home.”

“No! We can’t go home yet!” Rose yelled, accidentally knocking her precarious ministry decorations to the ground as she ran over. “We were supposed to go look at puppies!”

“Daddy, we hafta see the puppies! We hafta!” Hugo whined, shimmying along his belly to work his way out of the apple box.

“Puppies?” Ron repeated.

“The Watsons have some puppies down the road,” said Dad, polishing his glasses. “They have them for sale right now.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Nooo, they might all be sold and gone by then!” Rose practically wailed, her face starting to turn red. Hugo’s brown eyes started to fill with tears at the idea.

Ron gave a sigh and looked to his father, who gave a shrug. He’d never hear the end of it if they didn’t get to see them.

“The Watsons…” Ron asked. “They’re the ones to the West with the goats?”

“That’s right.”

“Pleeeease can we see the puppies, Daddy?” Hugo asked, pulling at Ron’s trouser leg.

Unable to think of a reason to disappoint his children, Ron promptly told them yes. He made sure to bundle them up, as a crisp fall wind had picked up, then the three of them walked to the Watsons’ small farm.

Sure enough along the dirt country road was a cardboard sign stating ‘puppies for sale.’ Rose read the sign out loud for Hugo, and Ron had to quickly grab their hands before they dashed into the property. He helped them over the cattle guard, then walked them to the barn door where he could see old Mrs Watson shaking out a blanket. She was a stout hardy looking old woman, who had a genial face with deep craggy smile lines all over the place.

“Hello, dears. You must be one of them Weasley boys, aren’t you?” she asked, straightening her apron in a way that reminded him of his mother. Rose politely smiled at her while Hugo quietly hid himself behind Ron’s leg.

“That’s right, Mrs Watson. I’m Ron, Molly and Arthur’s youngest of the boys,” he said with a smile. “And these are mine. Rose and Hugo.”

“Goodness! I remember when you were just a sprout of a thing toddling about behind your other brothers. Can’t believe you’re old enough to have your own children!” She gave a shake of her head then squinted down at Rose and Hugo. “I imagine you want to see some puppies, don’t you?”

“Yes please,” Rose said in a burst of enthusiasm, as Hugo’s hands began to tug at Ron’s trouser leg.

“Well you go on in. We have them in the birthing stall to the right. Feel free to let yourself into it and pet them, just don’t let them out,” she said. Without prompting Rose hurried into the barn, while Hugo stayed attached to Ron’s leg. “Would you all like some hot chocolate to warm you up?”

“What do you say, Hugh?” Ron asked, craning his neck to see Hugo’s face.

Hugo pulled his father’s hand until Ron was leaning over, and whispered in his ear, “I wanna have chocolate and puppies.”

“You can do both,” Ron assured him, in a low voice. Hugo gave a small smile.

“Hot chocolate sounds lovely, Mrs Watson, thank you.”

“Alright me lovers, you go see puppies and I’ll have some hot chocolate in no time!” she said with a kindly look at Hugo.

Once Mrs Watson was gone Hugo enthusiastically pulled Ron into the barn, with Ron stooped the whole way.

Rose had waited outside the pen, though Ron wasn’t sure if it was for Hugo’s sake or because she wasn’t sure how to open the two-way gate latch.

Toddling about the hay were seven or so adorable fluffy puppies, some black and some brown. Rose and Hugo immediately were all giggles and squeals, kneeling down and enthusiastically getting investigated by the curious pups. They spent a long time getting licked and playfully nipped at, and Ron felt immensely grateful he’d decided to let them visit the pups, despite one chewing on his shoelaces and another whizzing on him. He surreptitiously spelled it away, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Oooooh, look at its little paws!” Rose cooed, holding one in her lap, not noticing it enthusiastically teething her messy braid.

“I like this one!” Hugo said, holding a much more calm pup, who looked smaller than the rest of them. It happily nuzzled into Hugo’s arms.

“I have some hot chocolate here,” said Mrs Watson, bringing over some throw away mugs with plastic lids. “Figured if you couldn’t drink it all, you could bring it home for later.”

“Quite thoughtful, thank you,” said Ron, accepting the drinks, noting the kids had little enthusiasm for anything but the puppies still. Not wanting to be rude, he stayed next to Mrs Watson to chat, while the kids continued to play.

“How are your mother and father doing?” she asked.

“Mum’s still cooking away, Dad’s still working, but they watch the grandkids a lot. That’s why we’re here today.”

“How many grandkids are there now?”

“Hard to keep count!” he said with a smile. “But I think it’s... twelve now? I don’t think I’m leaving anyone out.”

“Christmas must be spectacular!”

“A bit crowded, but yeah, it’s quite nice.”

“I’m sure it is. I only have two grandchildren, but I love it when they visit. Had them up last weekend to get one of the puppies. Started with twelve puppies, same as your family, but now all are spoken for but one.”

“Which one?”

“The littlest one, but that Clark White down the road’s been saying he might come by to get one.”

Ron bristled a bit. He remembered Mr White, a sinister old bugger of a man. He never tended his fences, was always in disputes with neighbors, and his animals all had a forlorn look about them.

Just then there was a brisk knock on the barn door, and in came the man himself, looking surly as ever. He resembled a dried fig that had been bleached by the sun, and his thin lips were turned down in a permanent frown that only served to emphasize his jowls. He and Mrs Watson exchanged pleasantries, though neither looked particularly pleased about it.

“Which ones are available still?”

“I’m afraid only one,” answered Mrs Watson.

“Ain’t the runt, is it?” He snorted.

“It is, but he’s a hardy little thing. I doubt he’ll end up much smaller than the rest of the pups when he’s grown.”

The old man peered into the stall, and pointed a gnarled finger.

“That’s it, yeah?”

Hugo looked up at the old man and his eyes widened. He clutched the little puppy closer to himself.

“That’s the puppy, yes.”

Without preamble he opened the stall door and reached toward the puppy in Hugo’s arms.

“Now wait a second,” Ron began, but it was too late.

Hugo gave a small cry and the dog gave a sharp yipe, jerked by the scruff of his neck by the savage Mr White. Rose looked to her father with pleading blue eyes. Hugo let out a sob and buried his face in Rose’s stomach.

“Looks healthy enough,” Mr White said, roughly opening the puppy’s mouth to inspect its teeth. “I’ll take—”

“We’ll take him!” Ron cried out. Rose gasped, while Hugo kept his face safely tucked into his sister.

“What?” Mr White snapped, his severe face contorting into a nasty mix of shock and rage. Ron used the man’s surprise to pluck away the puppy and bring it to his own chest.

Ron found it hard not to smirk at the old sour faced prune. “I said, we’re taking him.”

“Really?!” Rose cried out, patting her brothers russet curls. “Hugo! It’s ok! Daddy’s getting the puppy!”

“I’ll give you five hundred cash, right now,” said Mr White, reaching into his mangy work coat to bring a wad of Muggle paper money out.

Ron’s self assured smile began to falter when he realized he wasn’t sure if he had any Muggle money on him. He patted himself, but realized there was no wallet. He didn’t have so much as two pence on him, just some knuts and galleons he decidedly could not give Mrs Watson. Panic reeled as his daughter looked at him with nothing but confidence in her beaming freckled face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr White, but I’m afraid the puppy’s spoken for already,” said Mrs Watson, shaking her head. “Plus, as you said, it’s the runt. I’m just trading it for a few of Molly Weasley’s pies.”

“You’re joking,” Mr White snarled. “This is ridiculous! I told you I wanted one last week!”

“Well you never said which one, that I recall, but my memory’s not what it used to be… Sorry to disappoint you, Clarke,” she said with a large smile.

He gave an ugly look at them all before stomping out of the barn and slamming the door behind him. Hugo’s hands went to his ears and he further buried his face in Rose’s stomach. Not wanting to overwhelm Hugo further, Ron turned to Mrs Watson.

“I didn’t mean to cause you trouble,” he said, with an apologetic look.

“Oh it’s no trouble. Any excuse to slight Clarke White makes my day a little bit brighter, truth be told.”

“Well, I can’t let you give away the puppy for a few pies. How much is the pup, really?”

“Well, I’ve been asking three hundred. They’re purebred, good guard stock, with all their shots and de-worming and such. But I meant what I said. You just have two of Molly’s pies here some time before Christmas and we’ll call it quite even.”

“I’ll make sure you have them whenever you want. Thank you, Mrs Watson. And I’ll add in something more than just the pies,” Ron said, before slowly approaching the children.

Rose was still stroking Hugo, whose hands were firmly stuck to his ears. Ron knelt down and brought the puppy up between them. “Let’s sit down and sip our hot chocolate, and pet this new puppy of ours. We don’t have to deal with that mean, scary old man again, I promise you.”

It took some coaxing, but Hugo finally removed his hands and stroked the puppy’s fluffy little head, worrying the ear of the dog between his fingers. After some more calming down they drank most of their hot chocolate, bid Mrs Watson a fond goodbye (she was kind enough to give him a collar and enough kibble for a few days), and walked back to the Burrow, puppy buried in Ron’s coat. Even being a ‘runt’ and ten weeks old it was too heavy for the kids to carry for long.

Both his mother and father shook their heads at him for buying the puppy, but he didn’t want to bring up Mr White in front of the children so held his tongue. They flooed home, and Ron set about making a nesting box for the pup. Hugo and Rose were eager to help make it as cozy as they could with long abandoned stuffed animals and blankets.

“What should we name him?” Ron asked them, as the little pup sleepily walked in a circle before toppling onto his side to sleep.

“Broomstick,” said Hugo.

“Quaffle,” Rosie offered.

“I’m sensing a theme…” said Ron, looking about the nearest shelf for a quidditch book. “Perhaps we can name him after a famous quidditch player?”

“We could name him after Aunt Ginny!”

“He’s a boy, though,” Rose protested.

“Names are just names, they don’t have to be ‘boy or girl’ names,” Ron supplied, remembering an article Hermione’d given him to read about it a few years prior. “But I don’t think Aunt Ginny wants to share her name with a dog.”

“Why not name him after Viktor Krum?” Rose said with a smile.

Ron couldn’t deny the idea of having his dog named Krum wouldn’t be that bad, but then again he didn’t want to deal with Hermione’s wrath should she find it insulting.

“Hmm… Someone we don’t know?” he prompted.

“The Cannons!” Hugo crowed. “Wait I know!”

“Chudley!” they all three chorused together.

Ron gave a hearty laugh that made Chudley open his eyes before promptly falling asleep again. “You definitely are my children!”

Hugo lettered, with help from Rose, Chudley’s name across the side of the box. Only one of the letters was backwards, which was quite the accomplishment. Rose decorated it with a variety of stickers and hand drawn flowers, stars and Cannons logos.

Hermione owled to say she was running late. He would have preferred the ‘we have a dog now’ reveal to happen with the children present so she couldn’t give him as much of an earful, but her schedule had been quite mad at the Ministry recently.

The children were exhausted from all the excitement, so he managed to get them fed, bathed and asleep early and without much fuss.

Ron put on the radio, sat on the sofa and took out a notebook to make some notes for the Wheezes marketing campaign for Halloween. Chudley was curled up in his box with old Crookshanks curiously peering down from the hearth.

“You be nice, you old ginger bastard,” Ron said with a warning look. Crookshanks turned his yellow glare at Ron before jumping from the hearth onto the sofa, butting his head against Ron’s leg. He rolled over to show his old pudgy tummy.

“Oh I know that’s a trap! But nice try,” said Ron, remembering quite vividly the last time a vindictive Crookshanks had pretended to want tummy rubs.

The flames of the fire brightened, and he smiled knowing Hermione would be home in a moment. Crookshanks quickly schooled himself into a ‘good cat’ position for her, giving Ron the opportunity to rub the cat’s fur the wrong way tail to head.

“That’s what happens when you try to trick me into getting stabbed by your claws.”

Hermione flooed into the house, and a smile curled his lips. He hated when she was kept at work longer, but the one silver lining was that it always led to her hair going a bit mussed and wild. Today was not an exception.

“Hello, love,” he murmured, eyeing the ringlets around her face. “Did you already eat? I have Hugo’s favorite ‘spagooters’ ready and can heat it up in a jiff.”

She gave a tired but contented smile and collapsed onto the sofa beside him, giving Crookshank’s chin a scratch as the cat purred and preened for her, pitifully meowing for attention.

“We should call it spaghetti. I don’t want Hugo learning the wrong words for things.”

“Hugh knows it’s spaghetti,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Plus there’s nothing funnier than seeing that look on your face when we chant for spagooters.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to see them tonight... It was horrible at work. That abuse allegation mess I was telling you about last week is really coming to a head and some of those damn Wizengamots are just… I thought I couldn’t be shocked anymore by anything awful that happens, but then they really just prove they can sink to an even lower level than I’d ever thought possible! The way they sit there and act like over one hundred and fifty allegations of abuse is nothing is beyond me. They’re so bloody corrupt and uncaring I’m left truly shocked and speechless!”

Despite being speechless, she was able to rant about the Wizengamot for another fifteen minutes. While she ranted, he managed to get her shoes off, find out she had not eaten, and bring a meal. She ate around the ‘spagooters’ while nearly flinging tomato basil sauce onto his shirt as she gesticulated about the injustices in the world.

“So is there anything in place for victims?” Ron asked, taking her plate into the kitchen.

“You mean for victim support?” He nodded at her. “Nothing official yet, but I’m seeing what we can do. The Wizengamot has many in denial of there actually being victims, let alone that they need help and counseling.”

“Maybe we can figure something outside of the Ministry. Perhaps we could do a fund or something through Wheezes? I could talk to some other businesses or something... Have the proceeds go to some foundation or other?”

“That’s a lovely idea,” she said with a small sniff.

He leaned over the couch and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll talk to George in the morning.”

Chudley’s box gave a bit of a shudder and she finally noticed it.

“What’s that?” she asked looking over to the box.

“Er…” His hand went to the back of his neck. “That would be Chudley.”

“I gathered that much, since Chudley’s written on the outside of the box,” she said, raising her eyebrow at him and walking over to peer inside the box. “Ron…”

“So… I didn’t get a chance to ask if this is alright, but I bought us a puppy.”

She pursed her lips and said nothing as she stared into the box.

Ron felt a small touch of frenzied dread at how quiet she was.

“Normally I wouldn’t make such a big decision without you, but we were with Muggles and this old bleeder Mr White was about to buy it and I just knew he’d be treating it like shit because I’ve known him since I was a kid and he always treats his animals horribly, and the kids were crying as this old man made the puppy cry and buying it was the only way I could save it from him in the moment. I didn’t have my mobile on me, and even if I did I don’t think I could have reached you in time. It all happened really fast, and the kids were looking at me like ‘you can fix this!’ and I just had to, and Hugo had his little hands on his ears and- and if we have to find it a new home I completely understand and will make sure it’s all on me with the kids and not you at all, because this is really truly on me and—”

“Hush,” she said with a small laugh. “I think you’re upsetting Chudley.”

With that she reached into the box and gently cradled the little pup. She rubbed his little snout and scratched behind his ear making the dog’s tiny tail wag something mad.

“So you’re okay with us keeping him?” Ron asked hopefully. She nodded and continued to pet the small pup, who was crawling up her body to lick her jaw. Ron’s face split into a grin. “You won’t have to lift a finger for him. It’ll be me doing everything! Well me and maybe the kids a bit.”

“I can’t turn down a deal like that, can I Chudley?” she asked as the dog continued to lick at her. Crookshanks went to the top of the mantle to glare at them. “Be nice, Crookshanks! From the sound of it he was rescued from a dire situation!”

“He really was. I’m not just making excuses to have a dog.”

“I expect to hear the whole harrowing tale of why we needed to save Chudley later,” she replied, putting the pup in his box before casting a calming spell and accident-proofing his blanket.

“In bed?”

“I was thinking we could expand the tub tonight and catch up there.” She had a saucy smile on her face he couldn’t resist. He quickly took her hand and they laughed all the way up the stairs.

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new beginnings and starting over || chapter two

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Adrien messed up. That part was obvious. Why wouldn’t it be when he was dangling off of the Eiffel Tower. All because a goddamn akuma got way over themselves and thought they could seize all of the power or something like that. In the akuma’s mind, to do that, he had to threaten Ladybug by throwing newly returned Paris’ heartthrob off of a tower for everyone to watch, naturally. He really should’ve taken the car instead of walking.

He looks over to Ladybug across the opposite side of the tower. Confidence and wit was still oozing off of her. You can see it in her stance: her puffed up chest, her raised chin, and even in her slightly furrowed brows. Although, as time does to everything and everyone, it wasn’t the same Ladybug Adrien knew. Her outfit has changed, that was the most obvious part. It was more streamlined and mature. There were solid shapes of black at the sides of her hips that meets near bellow her belly and ends at the middle of her thighs, quite resembling a pair of shorts. Her hair wasn’t in those iconic pigtails anymore. It was in a low braid, and it was longer too. There were more changes in her, changes that are deeper and goes way beyond her physical appearance. Changes that he couldn’t quite point out, but he’s sure it’s there, hiding behind her fierce gaze.

But unfortunately, he didn’t have time to dwell on that. Not when the akuma’s starting to loosen his grip of his wrists. Any looser, and he’d fall and be squashed like a pancake. Though he was sure cats always land on their feet, with this high of a fall, he definitely did not want to test it. Even he did, he can’t. He was sure the moment he transformed, the people would fear him, even if he’ll don the black suit. Besides, it’ll most likely shock Ladybug and cause the rift between them to widen even more.

The wind blew the hair out of his face, yet the only thing he saw were blurs of color as he fell. His breakfast— if you could even call a single slice of toasted bread and latte that— rode up to his esophagus, his heart wanting to break out his ribcage, and his brain out of his skull. If he had thought he had a head-splitting headache when he woke up, now he’s sure one-hit Hephaestus himself did the honor of hitting it with an axe and proceeded to chop it up a couple more times and put it in a grinder for extra measure. He could barely hear the screams of someone as the wind becomes deafening to his ears. All he could do is think about all the regrets and mistakes in his life: siding with his father, spending his last weeks of being Chat as Chat Blanc, hurting her. His tears couldn’t even get past his eyes because he’d already cried too much of it.

The scream came from none other than Ladybug herself. Her eyes, on the contrary, are welling up with tears. After what seemed to be the final battle between them and Hawkmoth, and after he left, the akumas has lowered in frequency and in fatality. In the three years following, she never once encountered an akuma that seriously threatened a human’s life.

Naturally, it had made balancing her lives as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, fashion student, aspiring fashion designer, part-time baker, and as Ladybug, the coveted hero of Paris, much more easier. Unfortunately, because of the ease, having another person’s life in your hands has became heavier and made the pressure much bigger.

But she’s not going to let a single tear escape. Not when she still has something to say about it. In a quick flash, she used her lucky charm, a fish hook, to hook open the shield-looking front metal piece of the akuma’s suit which caused it to malfunction and reveal the black butterfly. Wrapping her yo-yo around the metal tentacles holding him up, sliding under, then wrapping them to the tower itself, she races down to try and catch Adrien, tripping the akuma while doing so. The moment her finger grazed his, then her hand grabbing his own, Ladybug’s tear mischievously slipped out. Slowly, she brings them down until Adrien’s feet touched the ground.

Adrien waited for his demise, but it never came. Instead of death’s empty ghoulish eyes, he was met with his own lifeline’s bluebell ones. Here he is once again after what felt like a century of waiting to see her and look her in the eyes once more. All the years of regret started coming back. All the sleepless nights he spent dwelling on the memories of golden roads not taken and the pain of hurting his Lady, and by extension his own soul. All of them enough to restart his once dried tear ducts. Before he could say anything, Ladybug flew up again and purified the akuma.

The seconds after she says the iconic “bye-bye little akuma” felt empty. What once was moments of relief and joy and life, was replaced with a few seconds void of any warm emotion. He should’ve been up there with her, bumping their fists and saying “pound it” after she uses her powers of creation to restore the damage made. Even when the cluster of ladybugs flew by him, he just felt lonely and not energized like before. Had she really lived three years of fighting akumas with this emptiness? If before he related fighting akumas to fencing, an enjoyable necessity, he’d say it’s more similar to doing a cleaning your room after a week now.

Ladybug finally set foot on the ground next to Adrien. She was a whole head and three more inches shorter than him, he noticed. As opposed to before when he can freely rest his chin on top of her head. Not that he did, but he could if Ladybug would allow it. It seems that he changed too.

“Are you okay?” she asked, worry and concern coating every inch of her voice.

“Yeah. Thanks to you,” he said. He shifted his weight on his right foot then his left then right again. “What about you, are you okay?”

Ladybug did not expect that. Out of all the years of doing what she does, she doesn’t think anyone has ever asked if she was okay after. The only person who ever did is gone from her life now. “Oh, um, I’m good, thanks.”

She pursed her lips and her eyes wandered to anywhere but the boy in front of her. Thankfully, she was saved by his phone’s notification sound. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he looked at it and turned his head to look until it settled on a black car with a rather large man standing in front of it

Looking to Ladybug again in hopes of remembering every feature of her face. He looks at her eyes that seemed to have darkened over time. He notices her more pronounced freckles. He notices that her cheekbones are the tiniest bit less round and a little bit more defined along with her jaw. Yet all these changes seemed to do is make Adrien’s heart beat faster.

He looks back at the car then back to her. “Looks like my ride is waiting for me. Thank you, really,” he said before basically speed walking to the car to escape her lingering gaze.

Adrien takes his remaining sweet time of five minutes to just think mindlessly. That is, until he heard a small “psst” coming from the pocket of his shearling-lined leather jacket. Without a single second to waste, Plagg came out of his hiding spot and did what he does best: tease him. “So, you finally get to see her again, huh?”

Adrien just gave him a look. The partition between the front seat and the back was rolled up anyways so Gorilla couldn’t really see what he was doing, but he told Plagg to quiet to his voice just in case.

“She’s so different now. More independent too, it seemed. She doesn’t need me anymore. Not that she ever did.” Adrien’s voice was hushed and turned into a whisper when he said the last part.

Seeing the deep frown on his face and his furrowed brows, Plagg didn’t exactly know what to say, so he just hugged Adrien in the way a small creature like him could. Adrien released a deep sigh and held Plagg in his hands, staying like that for the remainder of the car ride.

When they reached the doors of his former house, he really couldn’t call it a home anymore, Plagg took his place inside his jacket and Adrien tried his best to look as presentable as he could. He looked at his shoelaces, then remembering that he slipped on his black loafers that morning. He adjusted his jacket a couple more times, pulled it down, then the sleeves, then pulled the collar up delicately.

Walking towards the front doors and inside the house, he comes to agree to everyone else. Going back to a place you were once familiar with, no matter how big it was, it will feel so small to you. Unlike the girl in the red and black suit earlier, the mansion is still as cold as ever. Perhaps a tiny bit colder, if such a thing is possible.

Nathalie, his father’s assistant even after all these years, came up to him. “I heard what happened with the akuma earlier, are you alright?” Nathalie, although distant, still acted as sort of a mother to Adrien. She may not be the warmest person he knows, but she was still there to keep track on him and worry about him. It was Nathalie too who had held his crying body that one night years ago. It was her who supported his decision to end his time as Chat Blanc. Adrien was sure that if it wasn’t for Nathalie, Adrien would be completely cut off of his father’s will, finances, and maybe disowned at most.

“I’m alright, Nathalie. Didn’t even get a scratch,” he said and smiled at her. “It’s great to see you again.”

“You too Adrien. Now,” he could tell she’s switching gears to her extremely professional assistant mode with the way she straightens her back, raises her chin, moves her glasses higher, and looks down at her tablet. “Your father has been waiting for a few minutes now, and it’s best not to keep him waiting any longer.”

She opened the door to let him in. His father didn’t even bother for pleasantries. “I sent Gorilla to come get you this morning, and you refused, now look where you ended up.” Adrien wanted to retaliate and point out that it was his akuma but he held his tongue. He wanted to say to his face that the reason why he wanted to walk was so he could procrastinate on seeing him and talking to him.

“I wanted to enjoy the early morning breeze,” he replied, straight-faced. His father only glared at him with his steely grey eyes. The wrinkles around it hasn’t changed much, which is to be expected from an man who is known for having a permanent frown glued to his face.

“Tomorrow there will be a board meeting to further discuss the happenings of the nearing Paris Fashion Week and as the successor of this company you are expected to show. Be on your best behavior and listen. This will be your first official meeting. This will set the expectations of you and let the heads acquire a clear impression of you as a leader. During the nine days of fashion week, you’ll still walk the runway, do photoshoots, and be present as a fit model, with the addition of corporate tasks. At the very end of fashion week, there will be a masquerade ball held to raise money for orphanages. Nathalie will provide you with a flexible paradigm of your schedule. That will be all.”

All of those things he said without stuttering and without the expected welcoming tone from a father to his son. He said it like a stereotypical emotionless and unsympathetic boss talking to his employees, which in a way he is. Adrien doesn’t think that his father had even once mentioned his name while he was gone. Collecting his calm, Adrien did not utter a single word when inconspicuously storming out of the room.

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