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yellowkitkieran · 7 months

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To Have and to Heal (Part 13)

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Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Last week, Martin decided it was high time you spend some quality time with Atla. Things have grown serious between yourself and Martin rather quickly and he's decided it's time for you to spend some one on one time with his daughter. And when his usual sitter called last night to say she'd come down with the flu, Martin figured there is no time like the present.

"Atla, you know how sometimes when papa is busy, uncle Kieran will watch you alllll day and you'll do all sorts of fun things like painting, watching films, and eating sweets?"

Atla grins, kicking her feet at the dining table. "Uh huh! Onkel Kieran is the best- he's my favoritest!" With her fist wrapped around her spoon, Atla shovels a bite of scrambled eggs into her mouth. Half of Martin hopes she never outgrows the odd way she holds utensils, but the other half knows she will have to. Just like she'll outgrow him helping her with her hair, helping her tie her shoes… Martin isn't looking forward to his little girl becoming her own fully functioning human being.

"Well… papa is busy today, but so is uncle Kieran." Atla frowns, her feet losing their momentum and swinging slower. "But there's someone else I think you'd enjoy spending the day with… what do you think about hanging out with Miss. Sunshine today?"

Bits of egg fly when Atla drops her spoon and gasps. "Papa! I get to see Miss. Sunshine today? Really! Is she coming here? When? What are we gonna do- I want to show her my studio!"

Martin laughs, glad to see his daughter so excited about the prospect of spending time with you. "She should be here soon, once you finish your breakfast. And all your milk! Once she's here you can show her all your artwork, I'm sure she'll love it."

"Okay- okay! I'll finish-" with two hands, Atla picks up her glass and finishes the contents. A white mustache of milk lines her upper lip, which Martin leans over the counter to wipe away with a napkin. Atla murmurs a thank you. The smile that accompanies it sparks joy in Martin's chest, lighting up his mood like fireworks on a warm summer night.

A knock on the door comes as Atla is bouncing in her seat. "You stay here," Martin says with a pointed glance at his daughter's pink butterfly plate still heaped with her breakfast. "Finish your meal or I'll send Miss. Sunshine right back home."

"I'm gonna, I promise! Don't send her home!" Martin drops a reassuring kiss to the top of Atla's head as he passes, headed straight through the sitting room for the front foyer. Knowing it's you waiting on the other side of the door has a smile unfurling on Martin's face. He reaches for you the moment it opens, one hand firmly on your waist to draw you in for a kiss.

"Hello solskin," Martin mumbles against your mouth, "missed you. Three days apart is too long."

An away game yesterday means Martin hasn't seen you since Wednesday- luckily, having played on Saturday meant you were free today. Whilst he still technically needed to attend a recovery session in an hour, his night would be mostly free.

"I missed you too Mar, but you shouldn't kiss me when Atla is right there," you whisper in a way that's meant to be reprimanding but only makes Martin want to do it again.

"Ah we're fine don't worry, she's finishing up her breakfast. We have time for one more kiss…" Martin grins, stealing another before you pull away. He loves the way you glance over his shoulder just to be double sure you're in the clear.

"I'm still not sure about this." You say that, but the way you don't hesitate to set your bag on the table next to the door and toe off your shoes says something entirely different. "You're positive this won't end badly?"

Martin bends backwards at his waist to catch a glimpse of Atla in the dining room. The toddler hums a tune to herself whilst she arranges her potatoes in a line with her fork so she can eat them one by one. Martin has never been so sure of anything in his life.

"Firstly, all Atla ever talks about on the way home from school is how much fun she had in the last few hours of her day. You know, when she's with you?"

You wring your hands, "yeah but this is different. This is a full day, like six hours of just me and Attie."

Martin kisses your forehead, "solskin, quit worrying. She's gonna have the time of her life okay? Now let's go say hello and I'll get out of your hair."

Holding your hand until he nears the dining room, Martin gives it one last squeeze before he drops it and comes around to kiss the crown of Atla's head. "Great job finishing your plate søta! And just in time because look who's here."

"Miss. Sunshine!" Atla's shriek nearly shatters Martin's eardrums, though the enthusiastic giggle that spills from her as she wraps her arms around your legs makes up for the momentary loss of hearing.

"Hi princess! You and I are gonna have so much fun today!" Atla taps her feet, her excitement too much to be contained by her little body and manifesting in physical ways. "We're gonna go to the zoo- your papa said he's not taken you there all year!"

"I wanna see the tigers-" Atla scrunches up her face in her best teeth-bearing growl "-and the lions-" now her claws come out, fingers curled "-and the fishes!" At last Atla puffs out her cheeks, imitating the cutest little fish Martin has ever seen.

Martin crouches to his daughter's level and tucks the bit of blonde hair that's sprung free from her pigtails behind her ear. His heart punches his ribs when your thumb brushes over his hand on Atla's shoulder. He prays today goes well- Martin doubts Atla will cause trouble, but toddlers are nothing if not unpredictable.

"Be good for Miss Sunshine, søta. Remember to eat your greens so you can grow big and strong. And show Miss Sunshine where papa keeps the sweets- you can have one after lunch, so choose wisely." Martin kisses both of Atla's cheeks before crushing her in a hug.

"I'll be good I promise- daddy you're gonna squeeze me too tight-" Atla wiggles and giggles until Martin finally lets go. "Bye papa! Go- shoo! Out!"

"Getting tossed out of my own home," Martin murmurs. "Luckily it's for a good cause." He catches your eye and he swears your smile could outshine a thousand stars.

Martin loves you. It's clear then, and he cannot deny it. He would cross a hundred seas or face a thousand foes to ensure you are safe and protected.

"Martin," you sing song, "we'll see you later, yeah?"

"Right, yeah-" Martin clears the gravel from his throat and has to consciously keep himself from kissing you. It's a reflex by now, as much as hugging Atla is.

"Bye Martin! We'll see you in a bit- What are we doing first Attie?"

"Color! Papa isn't fun- we need blue puppies!"

Martin pauses at the door, soaking in the moment. This could be his future. For once, Martin isn't terrified by the thought of loving someone other than his first wife- and it's a refreshing realization.

"Bye girls!" Martin calls and is pushed out the door by your and Atla's mingled shouted farewells. How can he not have a great day when he knows his two favorite girls will be waiting for him when he comes home?

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When Martin leaves, you're a nervous wreck. You default onto your teacher tactics, herding Atla to the dining room table for some coloring whilst you try and calm your nerves. Only a minute later, your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text from Martin.

Can't wait to see all the pictures of your adventures today. Have fun, she already loves you. Nothing to be worried about, solskin.

As simple as the reminder is, Martin's reassurance is what finally quiets the what ifs swirling in your mind. You're here to bond with Atla, and that's what you intend to do.

"First we color," you say, blue pencil poised over the print out of a long eared dog that Atla slid your way, "then a walk to the zoo? I think that's a solid plan!"

"Yes! Yes please- I'm so happy you're here." Atla drops her own pencil and quickly wraps her arms around you in a haphazard hug. Her pencil is back in her hand faster than you can blink. You smile to yourself. Things seem to be off to a decent start.

An hour later you're at the zoo, slathering sun block on Atla's face to protect her from the rare London sunshine. Even the weather wants today to be a good day for you.

"I need to see the tigers," Atla declares adamantly. Her little hands are fisted on her hips, her no nonsense expression affording you no means to negotiate.

"Well, that's a good thing those are my favorite. They're by the lions, and the leopards- the white ones with spots, and the black ones too. Can you find the tiger on the map?"

Off to the side of the walkway, you hoist Atla into your arms so she can better see the brightly colored map of the zoo posted by the entrance. Little pictures of animals dot the paths, along with their scientific names beneath each one. Atla takes her time, studying the map until finally she points to the correct spot.

"There! We have to take pictures- papa loves tigers!"

Atla allows no pit stops along the way, dragging you towards the exhibit with surprising strength. You have to correct her once or twice when she gets turned around, but overall she does a decent job of navigating using the child-height signs along the way, designed to guide independent little ones.

"They're out- look Miss Sunshine! Look!" Atla tugs hard at your hand, dragging you towards the glass wall of the exhibit that allows you to safely view the animals beyond. Sleeping against the glass lays a tiger, it's black and orange striped fur warmed by the sun.

"Be quiet, it's sleeping." You let go of Atla's hand so she can climb onto the stone ledge next to the glass. She gasps when she sees the animal's face, mesmerized by it's size.

"It's so pretty," Atla murmurs, immediately smushing her face to the glass. "Papa loves them- he loves tigers. He's so close! I wanna pet him!"

The tiger stirs and Atla jolts backwards. You catch her before she falls, suppressing your laugh. "It's okay, he can't get you from out here. He's just a big lazy kitty anyway- see? His eyes are open, he just wants to look at you."

"Oh…" Regaining her courage, Atla puts her palms on the glass and stands up. She doesn't flinch this time when the tiger yawns, stretching it's substantial limbs. It's curved, pointed claws peek out from his toes, and Atla whips around to confirm that you're watching. When you nod, her attention returns to the beast at her feet. It's amber eyes bore into her own, curious but not malicious. It truly is a gorgeous animal- strong, fierce, and protective.

Sort of like Martin, when you think about it. It takes considerable strength to captain a team as successful as Arsenal, and to do so without backing down at the first signs of trouble. Martin is fierce on and off the pitch, unwilling to bend when things get difficult. And protective? You cannot think of a single word that fits Martin more aptly.

"Let's take some photos for papa," you suggest. Atla happily takes your phone and snaps some, including one of herself and you, the tiger barely visible in the background thanks to the odd angle. Regardless, you know it'll be Martin's new favorite.

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Atla is almost asleep, be quiet when you come in please.

Luckily, Martin sees your warning as he pulls into the drive. His joints creak as he climbs the handful of steps to the door. Today was grueling. Martin wants to inhale a sugar-free coke and the rest of the grilled chicken he knows is waiting for him in the fridge. Then, he wants to get Atla up to bed (preferably under her own power, considering how his calves are already screaming at him), and settle in for a sappy film on the sofa with your feet in his lap.

Martin finds you already in his spot, parked in front of the television with Atla's head resting on your knee. A touch to your shoulder ensures you don't startle upon Martin's near silent approach, a warning before he leans over the back of the sofa to confirm Atla's eyes are shut.

Satisfied his daughter is asleep, Martin curls a finger under your chin. He uses it to tip your head back, studying your upside down smile and your sleepy eyes before he places a soft kiss on your pillowy lips. Even the simple gesture scatters sparks over his skin.

"Hi," you murmur, the single word steeped in flowered affection. "Tough day?" A moan sits on the tip of Martin's tongue when you reach around and massage your fingertips against his shoulder blade, right where he's most sore.

Martin hums, his face now buried in your neck. "Long day. You tired her out, I see."

"We had a packed day. Get her up to bed and then you can tell me all about yours. How's that sound?"

"Utmerket- perfect," Martin corrects himself when you quirk a brow at his norwegian. "Atlaaa," Martin drags out the 'A' until she stirs, "la oss gå til sengs."

"Jeg vil ikke," Atla whines and buries herself further under the blanket. "Jeg sover her."

"You can't sleep her søta," Martin murmurs, ignoring the burn in his muscles when he scoops his daughter into his arms. "Papa will take you upstairs to your room… you don't want Ty and Bernie and Liz to sleep all alone do you?"

Atla shakes her head, rubbing her eyes. "No- I'll go to bed…"

Martin smiles, climbing the carpeted stairs to the second level to deposit Atla in her bed. He goes through his nightly ritual, tucking her in under her fluffy pink comforter and arranging her squishmallows exactly how she likes it. It's Ty's night to cuddle so Martin tucks the brown dog in Atla's arms. Her soft coo of approval is music to Martin's ears.

"Goodnight Attie, jeg elsker deg."

Atla only manages a wordless mumble in response. Martin flicks on her mushroom shaped night light and carefully slips out. As much as he wants to sprint into your arms, Martin knows he still carries the stink of sweat from training despite his rushed shower at the grounds so he heads off for a second one, scrubbing himself down thoroughly.

Once he's satisfied he smells pleasant, he throws on the first pair of shorts he can find. He nearly trips on the bottom step in his haste to throw himself at you, grinning as he launches himself onto the sofa where you're waiting with open arms.

"Oof- babe! Warn me before you do that… I need compensation for the elbow I just caught to my ribs!"

Martin immediately soothes his hand over your side and pecks your lips. "Does that count? I missed you- did you and Atla have fun today? Did she behave?"

"One question at a time babe… yes, that kiss makes up for it." Your fingers thread in Martin's hair, guiding his head to rest on your chest. "Yes, Atla and I had fun today, I have plenty of photos to show you. She loved seeing the tigers, said they reminded her of you." When your nails scratch at his scalp, Martin's eyes begin to close. "And yes, Atla was an angel. She ate all her greens, just like you told her to. And now you need to eat yours." You nod to the coffee table, to a bowl Martin hadn't noticed earlier.

Martin has never been so happy to see a salad in his entire life. You must have prepared it while he was in the shower, and he happily sits up to dig in. He tries to savor it, but his stomach is a bottomless pit and he devours his meal in minutes.

"Thank you. That was delicious." Martin brings you in for a kiss, deepening it for a split second to ensure you understand how appreciative it is. "You didn't- oh!"

When you grab the front of Martin's shirt and haul him towards you, he doesn't hesitate to kiss you again. He knows what you want, so he gives it to you. Your fingers glide over his chest while his tangle in your hair. He bites your lower lip and is rewarded with a surprised groan. He's wholly lost in you then, hypnotized by your sounds and transfixed by your hands on him.

"Papa?"

Atla's voice rips the world from under Martin's feet. Dread cuts through the passion as the two of you jolt apart. Fuck.

"Atla," Martin murmurs, frantically trying to straighten his shirt while you pat down your mussed hair. Martin clears his throat, trying to tamp down on his wild heartbeat.

"Why were you kissing Miss. Sunshine? You're only supposed to kiss mama."

This isn't how Atla was meant to find out. Martin had a plan, he was going to tell her gently, let her have a chance to process everything and ask questions. Springing his relationship on Atla like this… Martin's stomach churns.

"Miss. Sunshine is…" Martin glances over at you. From where Atla stands, she cannot see Martin take your hand. He needs the support now more than ever. "She's my special friend."

"You're not supposed to kiss your friends like that papa." God, Martin might actually be sick. He hates everything about this.

"No, you're right Attie- but Miss. Sunshine…"

"What about mama?" Atla blinks and Martin finally notices the tears in her eyes. He's up off the sofa in a second, reaching for her as his instincts take over.

Martin cradles Atla's tear streaked face, "Mama is gone, søta. Remember how we talked about her being in the sky-"

"You're only supposed to kiss mama!" Atla stomps her foot. Her teddy falls to the ground and rolls a few feet away. Martin tries to hand it back, hoping she'll find comfort in the familiarity, but she pushes him away. "No! You're lying- mama is coming back! She's just away for a while!"

"Atla…"

"You're a liar! Løgner, løgner, løgner-"

"Atla please!" Martin doesn't like raising his voice with Atla, but he's desperate. "Mama isn't coming back, she's gone forever and I'm sorry but-"

"No! She's stealing you from me and mama!"

"I should go," you murmur, and Martin's panic doubles. "I don't want to be the reason-"

No. No. Martin isn't losing you, not like this.

"Atla, go to your room."

"Papa-"

"Now!"

Atla blinks, her lip wobbling. Martin hates himself. His daughter rips her stuffie from his hands and tears his heart from his chest when she scrambles up the stairs and slams the door to her room.

"I need to leave. I shouldn't-"

"Please stay." Martin grabs your wrist, not caring that he's acting every bit the desperate child he feels he is inside. "Please don't- solskin please. I just need to talk to her-"

"Martin, I'm not coming between you and your daughter. End of story." Martin's heart cracks open when you peel his fingers off one by one until his hand hangs at his side, limp and empty. You wrap your arms around yourself to find some sort of comfort. "I won't break up your family. I won't be the woman who comes in and wrecks things, I just won't."

"Maria is gone," Martin croaks. He ignores the way his voice jumps an octave at the end. He needs you to stay. He's just gotten himself to admit he loves you, and now this?

"Yes, but her memory isn't. Clearly Atla doesn't understand what's happened, and that's not on you- she's a child, it's not easy for her to understand. But…"

You trail off, blinking back tears. Martin wants to soothe you. He wants to curl up on the sofa with you, comb his fingers through your hair and promise everything will be alright. But he cannot do any of that, because you're pulling away from him. You're putting up walls, bricking up your heart faster than he can tear them away. It won't stop him from trying though. He'll pry away the bricks until his fingers are bloody and his nails are broken stubs; he needs you now, and he cannot let you slip away.

Except…

Except.

Atla. His blood. The one piece of Maria he still has left. If she doesn't approve, Martin is stuck.

Martin can't betray his daughter. But if he can only speak with her, he is certain he can explain things. Once she understands, then Martin can settle this mess and everything will be okay.

"I'll speak to Atla in the morning." Martin's mumble breaks the silence with the grace of a rock thrown through the surface of a frozen lake. Martin's limbs tingle, like they sometimes do after a workout. His fingers open and close around nothing at his side. He can't bring himself to look at you, not when his entire world is shifting.

"Don't. Clearly this isn't meant to be Mar. I'm sorry… I wish it was."

Martin's entire body recoils when your lips meet his cheek. The split second contact burns like a brand of a love that was squashed before it had the chance to bloom into something beautiful.

"Goodbye, Martin. I'll see you on Wednesday."

"See you Wednesday." It's his voice, Martin recognizes it, but it feels as if it does not come from his mouth. Of course he'll see you Wednesday, because he won't send someone else to pick up Atla. He doesn't trust anyone else.

So Martin will do what he has always done: he will endure. He will fight through the now all too familiar agony of heart break and put on a brave face for his daughter. He will be the man who's only goal is to provide for his family, who wakes up each and every morning solely to put a smile on Atla's face.

Once upon a time, Martin thought that was enough of a purpose. Now, as you walk out the door, he isn't so positive anymore. Martin is meant to love- but apparently he isn't meant to be loved in return.

#sorry?#martin odegaard fanfiction #martin Ødegaard #martin odegaard imagine #martin odegaard #martin odegaard fanfic #martin odegaard oneshot #arsenal fc #jac writes #alt timeline lover

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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HELP I CAN'T STOP READING WHAT I WROTE IM GIDDY LEG KICKS MCGEE OVER HERE could I request a prequel of how the boys got with their gf? Were any of them nervous?

I’m guessing you mean with the bombshell GF? That’s what I’ll do so lmk if that’s not what you meant.

How AOT boys got with their GF

Levi

Levi is the type to not show how’s he feeling. He would start out as friends with a girl, he wouldn’t date someone right off the bat.

He’d get to know you on a deeper level. He’d think you were beautiful. More beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen. But he’d push that away, he couldn’t admit to such things.

Once he finally got to know you and start falling for you he would try to avoid it at first. He’d try to push that feeling to the back of his mind. He had better things to worry about than dumb feelings or dumb love. He didn’t have time to have a gf.

Eventually he wouldn’t be able to deal with it anymore. He’d start treating you kindly, a lot nicer than most everyone else. Hange would tell you he liked you back, but you couldn’t believe Captain Levi would actually be interested in you. Humanity’s strongest soldier? Interested in you. But Hange swore it. Said “Trust me. He’s nicer to you than anyone. He even makes you tea. He likes you. Go for it.”

So you had nothing to lose. One night after training, you found him tending to the horses. You’d confess your feelings, fumbling over your words. “You like me?” he repeated back to you. It was obvious to everyone that you did, everyone except him. He’d be a little shocked but he’d play it off. “Yeah. I mean I guess I like you too..brat.” He’d say. Things would go from there, blossoming into something special.

Eren

Eren couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you at dinner. You were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He knew he had to talk to you. He wasn’t shy about introducing himself. He’d sit right next to you and start a conversation. It would be fairly obvious he was checking you out.

When Eren wants something he doesn’t stop his means to get it. That would include you. He’d do the pursuing for awhile. It was actually adorable. He’d hold out your chair for you, ask you if you wanted more tea. Just little things to try to woo you.

It worked. You were interested in him from the moment he sat next to you. All his little acts of kindness, the bond you both shared in your blossoming friendship. You felt like it was love at first sight honestly.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, one night after dinner while you were taking a walk along the cobblestone streets. You remember the heat that you felt between you. Like this big bubble of tension waiting to be popped. “I know Eren.” You say “I feel the same dummy. You should…” before you could finish he’d pressed his lips to yours. Your first kiss, you felt like fireworks were going off inside you. It was that night you started your relationship, and you knew you’d be with him forever.

Jean

When Jean first saw you he couldn’t breathe. Literally. He actually held his breathe for a second. He watched you walk by him and he couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as you existed. He knew from that first sight he wanted you. He had to know you.

So that’s what he did. Every chance he got, got to know you. He wanted to know everything about you. You were shocked honestly, a guy like him giving you so much attention. You thought he was handsome, and so funny and so kind. You relished in the attention, you loved every bit of your time spent together.

It was pretty obvious that you both liked each other, to everyone but Jean. He’d give you all this attention, spend all this time with you. But he didn’t think you liked him back. So he never tried to kiss you, never asked you out. You didn’t understand, he acted like he liked you. Got jealous when any other guys even looked at you. So what was stopping him.

One day you asked him. You guys were playing cards in his room, something you always did to pass the boredom. “Jean. You like me right?” You asked. His cheeks immediately flushed red. He tried to speak but it came out as a stutter “W-what?” “I like you to Jean and I want us to be more than friends.” Once you told him he couldn’t contain his excitement. You guys were even more inseparable after that.

Reiner

Reiner thought you were gorgeous upon seeing you. He didn’t really think he had time for love though, so he tried to put it on the back burner.

But as you guys became comrades, and friends he realized you were more than just a pretty girl and he’d start to notice he wanted to spend more time with you. He’d stay late and help you clean up when Captain Levi made you do it all over again cause you weren’t “cleaning it well enough”. He’d help you with one on one combat training. He’d teach you how his tricks on using ODM gear. During this time you started to fall for him to.

You started with a really great bond. You were very close friends, you knew almost everything about each other. He could be himself with you and he cherished that.

One night you were stargazing. Something you loved to do that Reiner started to appreciate through you. He was looking at you, how you glowed in the moonlight. How beautiful you looked with the backdrop of the stars.

“Can I kiss you.” He asked out of the blue. You giggled and looked at him, took his hand in yours. “I thought you’d never ask.”

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #captain levi #levi x reader #eren yeager #Eren aot #eren x reader #aot headcanons #levi headcanons #eren headcanons #reiner headcanons #jean headcanon #shingeki no kyojin #levi snk #levi attack on titan #reiner braun #jean kirstein #Jean aot #Reiner aot

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yellowhollyhock · 1 month

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fireworks!!

gonna try writing the mutant mayhem kiddos! this one’s a fluffy piece none angst ❤️

tw embarrassing teenage crush and teasing about it (Leo’s on April).

Raph banged on the bathroom door. “Come on, Leo, we have to go now if we want to get a good seat.”

“This is our first time watching in person,” Leo called back. “I wanna make a good impression, Raph!”

“A good impression on who?” Donnie glanced up from his phone. He’d thrown on a hoodie hours ago and camped out on the couch while the rest of them got ready. “People don’t go to firework shows to watch each other.”

Mikey poked his head out of his bedroom. “He just wants to make a good impression on April.”

Raph grinned, reaching over to give Mikey a fist bump. Donnie ooohed.

“That is enough, boys,” Master Splinter fussed over Mikey’s crooked beanie. “I know the humans are nicer now, but we still have to be very careful how we present ourselves.”

Raph didn’t care. He didn’t care if by some bizarre twist of fate humans hated him after tonight.

He was going to see fireworks in person for the first time ever. Usually they’d watch Time Square on the tv for New Years Eve, but tonight April had invited them to to watch with her from the pier.

Finally, Leo came out if the bathroom. He wore a tucked in button up shirt and a bowtie.

He rubbed his arm nervously. “Do I look stupid?”

Raph and Mikey exchanged looks.

It wasn’t that he didn’t value Leo’s dignity, but there’s only so much you can do, you know?

“You look great,” he lied. “Let’s go let’s go let’s go.”

“I don’t know what the big rush is,” Donnie finally out his phone down. “There’s already gonna be a crowd, you know.”

“We gotta have time to get snacks before it starts!” Mikey bounced excitedly in place.

“April’s expecting us in,” Leo checked his phone, “Fifteen minutes.”

With a little more arguing and a lot more chaos, they were out if the sewers walking through the streets. The little family huddled close with hats and hoodies pulled snug—except for Raph. He couldn’t help bounding ahead a bit, and let his unzipped jacket flap in the cold wind.

“What took you guys so long?” April demanded, shifting from foot to foot to keep herself warm. A crooked smile kept them from taking her impatience too seriously.

Raph scurried to get a spot on the blanket she’d set out. “Have they started yet?”

“It’s not even dark yet, Raph,” Donnie settled down next to him.

He groaned. “First Leo and now the Sun? Why does everything take so long?”

He got a few scattered laughs instead of an answer. Leo sat down on his other side—next to April, which would be why he was sitting so stiffly—and Mikey plopped himself behind them, leaning on their shells.

“Who’s gonna come with me to get snacks?”

Raph let the world shuffle around him as snacks were obtained and the family repositioned. He half-listened to April and Donnie exchange stories about school. He distantly sympathized with Mikey’s noises of disgust and alarm when Splinter greeted Scumbug. His eyes were on the sky.

It was worth the wait, when Leo pointed and Mikey grabbed his wrist. He stood up for a better view, hearing it whistle but seeing nothing. It rose in pitch, and he followed the sound, until

BOOM

Gold and red scattered across the sky, crackling like cereal and slowly fading until only smoke was left.

Raph cackled. Splinter smiled fondly at him. Mikey laughed with him. Donnie leaned against him in silent solidarity.

“This is nice,” Leo said softly.

And it was nice—sitting together in the nighttime air, unworried about the groups gathered around them. But it was so much more than nice. The variety of colors, the smells of smoke and popcorn and traffic, the ultimate satisfaction of hearing and watching the buildup and inevitable release—

It was exhilarating.

#ngl i don’t know how firework shows operate in big cities #tmnt #mm tmnt #mm raph #march for raph #yellow writes

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schrijverr · 8 months

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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 10

Chapter 10 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, with Starcourt behind them, they try to make it through, which is harder than it seems. Chrissy returns in time for Hopper’s funeral and catches Steve together with Robin, while Steve tries to catch the others.

On AO3.

Ships: eventual steddie and buckingham

Warnings: grief, injury, nightmares, child abuse mention

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Chapter 10: The Aftermath

Part of Steve expects to be send away by the Buckley’s the next day, having fulfilled their good Samaritan act for the boy that saved their daughter. However, when he awakes nearly fifteen hours later, it is to Mrs. Buckley – Daisy, sweetie, just Daisy is fine – giving him some soup and asking if he feels up to shower and if he eats anything particular for breakfast, because she still has to go to the store later.

Confused Steve stumbles through an answer, his body still feeling like it has gone through a meat grinder. Daisy gives him a smile and cards a soft hand through his hair, before giving him directions to the shower and telling him to ask Robin if he needs anything.

She leaves to do groceries and is replaced by Robin, who looks way better than Steve. She bounces into the room, sliding onto the couch next to Steve and asks: “How are you feeling, dingus?”

“Confused,” Steve answers. “Your mom is nice.”

“Yeah, she is,” Robin smiles. “I told them your parents are away on business and can’t be reached, but I’m afraid to let you go home by yourself. So, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“Are you for real?” Steve asks, unable to imagine anyone opening up their home to him without having met him before. It sounds alien.

“I am, promise they’re cool,” Robin tells him with a soft smile. “Now, mom said you felt up to shower and no offense, Stevie, but you smell like sweat, blood and puke, which is like totally not a good smell. You’re excused of course, would be mean not to excuse it, seeing, you know, everything, but shower sounds smart. I’ll show you the buttons.”

She jumps up waiting for Steve to follow. Steve is a little slower, seeing he is more bruise than skin at this point.

The shower itself is painful. The water feels like it is beating down on his skin and the heat makes him lightheaded, but he can’t stand the cold. So, he takes it sitting on the floor of the shower. He washes his hair with Robin’s strawberry shampoo, remembering the smell from when they were tied together in the bunker. It gives him comfort.

Robin has lend him a set of her pajamas, a soft sweater and plaid pajama pants, as well as some fuzzy socks. It takes a bit to get them on, but in the end he feels more human than he has in the last 48 hours.

Dinner should be awkward, but it seems Robin has her rambling from her parents and the three happily fill the silence and let Steve disappear to the background.

With dinner done, the TV is turned on so they can watch the news. Both Robin’s parents protest, but they have to see. Have to be sure the mall is gone. That yesterday truly happened and they didn’t make it up.

So, the TV goes on and the newscaster tells them about the mall that burned down in a firework accident. That many bodies have been recovered, but not all can be identified. Among the confirmed dead are Jim Hopper, hero police chief, and Billy Hargrove.

Steve cries then. Cries for El, who lost her father, who is alone again. Cries for Joyce, who lost the man she could have had something with. Cries for himself and all the thing he never got to tell Hopper and all the things the other never said either. Even cries for Max, who will inevitably grieve for something that wasn’t real and a person who doesn’t deserve it.

Luckily, neither of Robin’s parents say anything about the tears and Robin holds him throughout it all, careful of his injuries.

After that he goes to sleep again on the couch, having gotten used to sleeping at one and not even bothered, despite Daisy’s apologies about it. It is the first night of a week in which he hides away from everyone in the Buckley house, safe with Robin by his side to keep both of them sane.

On the second day there he calls Joyce to check in with her. He told her he was going with the Buckleys that night at the mall, but checks in with her on Saturday anyway.

Quietly they talk about El, who has turned into herself, refusing to speak. How her powers aren’t working anymore and how she isn’t really coping. The poor kid has already been through so much and both Joyce and Steve wonder out loud to the other how they’re going to get her through this.

But after a few minutes neither can continue the topic they’ve been ignoring. It’s Joyce, who mentions it first, saying: “They’re burying Hopper this Tuesday. They- they don’t have a body, but…”

“I know,” Steve says, so she doesn’t have to. “What can I do?”

“They, uhm, they came here also for you,” she tells him. “Hopper wanted- he wanted you to be a pallbearer. You can say no, but-”

“No, no, I’ll do it,” Steve agrees easily. Of course he wants to help in Hopper’s funeral after all he has done for him, of course he wants to fulfill his wishes. “When do I have to be there?”

“At 10:00 AM,” Joyce answer, obviously grateful. “They’re reading his will too, El wants you to be there as well. It’s afterwards. Can you make it?”

“Of course,” Steve promises again, because he’d make all the time in the world for El, to support her after what she’s been through.

“Thank you, Steve,” Joyce sounds haggard and relived. “Bring whoever you want as support, it’s open to the public, so it’s probably going to be big. Lots of people. They wanted me to speak, but I- I can’t.”

Much to Steve’s horror, Joyce starts to cry. He is already bad with comfort and now he can’t even offer a shoulder like he usually does. Steve knows she doesn’t want to burden any of the kids with this, that she would usually go to Hopper about this, that Steve has to take his tasks now, but he’s still pulling a blank.

“It’s- it’s okay, Joyce,” he fumbles. “You don’t have to speak. He- he knows. He knew. You don’t have to say it for everyone.”

The words probably aren’t the best, but it’s what Steve can manage right now. And the words seem to help. A teary Joyce thanks him, before reminding him he’s welcome there any time. It’s a sweet sentiment, but Joyce has her own grief and that of El to deal with. Steve has a place to stay, he’ll be fine. She has to put her focus elsewhere.

So, he assures her he’s fine and to just focus on the people she has at home, before hanging up and going up to Robin’s room, crawling into her bed. He buries his face in her stomach and she plays with his hair as she reads her book, while he tries not to cry.

Robin has become his safe space, as he has become hers.

On the night from Saturday to Sunday he is awoken by Robin, who stands next to the couch, blanket wrapped around her shoulders tremble and she is crying as she softly confesses: “I- I had a nightmare.”

“Want to talk about it?” Steve asks, getting into a seated position, so that she can crawl on the small couch with him.

“I was in the bunker again and you were there, tied- tied to me and I kept calling your name, but this time- this time you didn’t wake up,” Robin is weeping now, burying her face in the crook of Steve’s neck on the less injured side. Her hand is over his heart, so she can feel his heartbeat. “I was tied to your dead body, all alone. I just- I just needed to check.”

“It’s okay, Robbie,” he assures her, nosing the top of her head and planting a kiss there. “I’m alive, I’m okay. We’re okay. We made it out.”

She lets out a shuddery breath and nods, repeating: “We made it out. We made it out.”

“Yeah, we did,” Steve encourages her. “Want to drink some tea or stay here a bit?”

“Some tea, please,” Robin says.

They get up, Steve leading Robin through her own house, where he himself has gotten comfortable in a short amount of time. He parks her on one of the kitchen chairs, but she abandons it in favor of sitting on the counter as Steve starts the kettle, pulling him between her legs as they wait for the water to boil. Just holding him.

Steve can’t remember the last time a person held him this often and tenderly. He melts into her, hugging her back.

The two of them exist like that, intertwined. Robin shuffles along as Steve pours them tea, then shamelessly sits on Steve’s lap as they sip the hot beverage. To distract herself Robin tells him all about this book she has been reading.

When the tea is gone, Steve asks: “Do you feel up to sleeping again, Robs?”

“Probably smart,” Robin says with a yawn, not really answering the question. She clings a bit more to Steve and mumbles: “Just don’t wanna be alone.”

“I- I could come with,” Steve offers, a bit unsure and not wanting to overstep a boundary.

Robin lights up at his offer and says: “You’re a genius, dingus.”

“Your parents won’t mind?” Steve asks, not wanting to get either of them in trouble.

“Nah,” Robin assures him, getting to her feet and grabbing his hand to pull him along.

Her bed is as comfortable at night as it is during the days when he crashed there. He is still injured, only able to sleep on his back and Robin is careful with his injuries, lying next to him and taking his hand. As they lay there together, she says: “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“Me too,” Steve responds. “Though I hate you got dragged into all the crazy with me.”

“I think it’s worth it,” Robin tells him and Steve gets too choked up to say anything, only able to squeeze her hand and she squeezes back.

It’s quiet for a few seconds, then Robin says: “If we were normal, this is where we’d confess our feelings for each other.”

Steve snorts, making a gagging noise that has Robin giggling as well. They lay there laughing for a bit more and when they try to sleep, thoughts of Russian bunkers are further away than thoughts of companionship and understanding.

Sunday passes in a haze. Steve calls all the kids, checking in on them. Mike hangs up after assuring him he’s fine, a bit in a foul mood, since his parents haven’t let him see the others. Lucas and Erica both talk to Steve a bit, neither of them mentioning the 4th and just talking of wanting to try out for basketball and wanting to learn DnD. Dustin talks with him for an hour, both of them crying. Will only speaks to for a bit. El doesn’t want to come to the phone, but Will assures him she’s okay, just going through a rough patch, which is an understatement. Max only says a few words, before hanging up quickly, a fight going on in the background.

Monday brings a new surprise to the Buckley doorstep. Steve is making lunch since Robin’s parents are off to work, so it is Robin who opens the door.

On the doorstep is Chrissy, looking stressed and haggard. Without preamble she starts: “Do you know where Steve is? Because I just came back from camp and I went by his house, because I heard he was at the mall when it burned down, but he didn’t answer and I’m really worried about him, because he always, always opens the door.”

Robin is about to answer when Steve comes wandering into the hall, asking: “Hey, Rob, do you like syrup on your pancakes or-” He looks up and sees Chrissy, smiling when he does: “Chris! I didn’t know you got back today.”

“Stevie,” Chrissy exclaims in relief, before her eyes grow wide as she takes in the state he’s in. She rushes into the house, brushing past Robin without a care as she cups Steve’s unbruised cheek with a concerned face, asking: “Oh my god, are you okay?”

And it is not the question itself that breaks Steve, it has been asked multiple times these last few days, but it is that it’s Chrissy. Chrissy, who has been nothing but sweet and kind to Steve, who has protected him, cheered him up, made sure he wanted to get to school. And even after Steve kind of brushed her off to hide that he has been kicked out, she is still so concerned for him. She went to Robin’s house to look for him.

Tears fall before he’s even aware of them and he crushes Chrissy in a hug that hurts his own ribs and maybe hers, but he doesn’t care, just happy to hold her again.

Chrissy makes a confused noise, however, she quickly moves to hug him back. Her wiry strength should not be underestimated as she sways them side from side, telling him that it’s all okay and to just let it out.

Robin latches onto his back, surrounding him with warmth from his two closest friends. And he cries, like he has done so much these past few days. He wants to stop, but he can’t, so he rides it out and hopes that Chrissy and Robin won’t let go until he’s done.

They don’t.

The three of them hug until Steve is done crying, ignoring the small wet patch on his back and how Robin also sniffles, before clapping her hands and leading them to the kitchen.

There is some batter left, so Steve makes pancakes for Chrissy as well, who hums appreciatively and says: “Steve, I missed your food. Camp food is terrible.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Steve smiles, the compliment warming him up from the inside.

None of them talk about the breakdown in the hall until the pancakes are gone. They just eat in silence and pile the dishes in the sink. It’s only when they’re sitting on the couch, their bellies full, that Chrissy asks: “What happened?”

Steve and Robin exchange a look, before Steve says: “I- I don’t really know. We were out late and closing up when we heard explosions, I suppose the fireworks, before we really knew it the whole mall was going up in flames around us.”

Robin jumps in, interjecting the made up hero story she told her parents: “We were like stuck in the shop and it was terrible. We couldn’t get out until a part of the front caved in and we could climb out. I got stuck and Steve pulled me out, but like a bunch of rubble fell on him. If he hadn’t had done it, well I- I might’ve-”

It’s getting a little too close to the truth now and Robin chokes up. Steve takes her hand and they smile at each other, a reassurance that they’re okay.

“Chief- Chief Hopper got us out,” Steve builds on the fiction they made. “He went back in to help and he- he didn’t-”

“Oh my god, that’s terrible,” Chrissy gasps, hearing their story with horror.

“The funeral is tomorrow,” Steve whispers. “They asked me to be pallbearer. They don’t have a- a body,” he swallows, “so it’s just going to be the casket. It’s ceremonial.”

“Do you want us to be there?” Chrissy asks and if Steve was straight he would've kissed her for offering so he wouldn’t have to ask.

“If you don’t mind,” he says softly, hoping she doesn’t.

Chrissy bumps her shoulder against his, a familiar move, and smiles: “Of course I don’t mind, Stevie.”

“Thank you,” he smiles back. He appreciates Chrissy so much, all she’s done for him, how she’s here for him without question. He feels bad about how he shut her out after the fight with his father, not telling her that he got kicked out. Another realization hits him and he says: “Fuck, I don’t have anything to wear tomorrow.”

“You don’t have a black suit?” Chrissy frowns.

Steve catches Robin’s wide eyes that ask ‘are you aware what you’re doing’ and he communicates back that he does, before answering: “I do, I just- well, I got kicked out by my parents. They changed the locks.”

“What!” Chrissy exclaims.

“Sorry for not telling you,” Steve says. “I didn’t want to worry you. It happened after graduation, remember that fight?”

“Holy shit, Steve,” Chrissy frowns. “That is terrible, I knew your parents were dicks, but this is a new low. What the hell? I’m going to fight them, I swear to God, I am, Stevie. Not a joke. They can’t just do that!”

Steve is touched by her anger on his behalf, but he is also realistic. He gives her a crooked smile and says: “I am an adult now, Chris. They can do that.”

“And what do you think of that?” Chrissy asks Robin, still full of righteous anger.

Robin looks a bit like a deer in headlights, eyes flitting between Chrissy and Steve. She stammers out: “Uh, I- I think they’re assholes?”

“See,” Chrissy tells Steve.

Steve quirks a brow at Robin, who glares at him in turn, before saying: “I already knew they were assholes, Chris. They just also have every right to kick me out if they want to.”

“I know you know that,” Chrissy huffs. “I’m just not going to let them get away with giving you nothing to wear to Chief Hopper’s funeral.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” Steve asks, curious for her answer, since he has never seen her like this before.

“We’re going to break in,” Chrissy smiles mischievously.

“What?” Steve chokes.

“You can’t be serious,” Robin exclaims, eyes bulging out of her eyes.

“Come on, Stevie, you said yourself we have to try not to care right?” Chrissy pleads. “I’m sure you’ve snuck in from time to time, you must have a route. Everyone does. And it’s not like they’re going to be home to catch us.”

“I don’t know, Chris,” Steve says, even though he would love to grab a few things he forgot in his haste to pack that first time. It’s still risky.

Robin, however, seems to have gotten over her inhibitions and offers: “We can put shrimp in the air conditioning, give them a true surprise to come home to.”

“No,” Steve says. “We’ll break in, but no pranks.”

“Ugh, fine,” Robin rolls her eyes, while Chrissy just squeals in excitement.

So, Steve drives them to his old house in the car the government kindly brought over yesterday. He is technically not cleared to drive yet, but Chrissy doesn’t know that and if Robin heard, she doesn’t mention it.

The house is still looming, cold and dark. Steve can’t imagine how he lived there all those years without it creeping him out.

They sneak into the backyard to get to Steve’s room. His window broke and he never told his parents, afraid to get into trouble, which now works in his favor. He tells the girls about the window and adds: “But I’m too bruised to climb the pipe.”

“Don’t look at me, I’m clumsy,” Robin immediately defends herself, before Steve could even suggest her. He’s seen her run for her life, which had been less than stellar, so he already wasn’t planning on asking her.

Chrissy, however, also looks unsure and apologetically says: “I’ve always been a horrible climber. I have terrible grip.”

“I’m gonna boost you up,” Steve tells her. “Standing on my hands as we practiced. You can easily reach then.”

“Lisa will kill us if she heard we did that without back spotter,” Chrissy points out, though she has a glimmer in her eyes.

“Lisa doesn’t have to know,” Steve grins. “Besides, Robin can catch you if you fall.”

“I most definitely cannot,” Robin protests, but is ignored by the two others, who get into position.

The stunt is one they performed in their final competition, so they feel comfortable doing it without back spotter. Steve puts his hands on Chrissy’s hips and she jumps, giving him the momentum to throw her higher, before catching her on the palms of his hand. From that position, she easily scrambles onto the roof, disappearing into Steve’s old room and appearing a few moments later to unlock the backdoor for them.

“I can’t believe I broke into your house,” she whispers as Robin and Steve enter as well. None of them turning on the lights, because they don’t want to be spotted by neighbors and the afternoon sun is enough, even through the closed curtains.

“It’s okay, I gave you permission, pin it on me,” Steve tells her easily, looking around the room and taking it in.

His parents have left all the furniture without covers, so a light dust coats it, since Steve hasn’t been there to clean. They might get ruined, but his mother will likely redecorate. There are also two cups and plates in the sink with questionable contents, since Steve hasn’t washed their dishes after they left. It makes him both sad and a little vindictive.

He is pulled out of his thoughts by Robin, who is standing by the piano and exclaims: “Wow, this is a really nice piano. Can you play, dingus?”

“I can actually,” Steve replies. It had been part of his education on how to behave like his social standing.

“You can?” Chrissy comments. “I always assumed it was decorative.”

“Yeah, I can,” Steve says, sitting down on the stool and pressing a few keys. It’s not entirely in tune after years of disuse, but it is good enough.

Chrissy goes to sit down next to him and asks: “Can you play We’ll Meet Again? My grandfather used to play it for me whenever I was little.”

“Sure,” Steve says, starting to play the slightly sad song. He only knows it, because his piano teacher had been a nurse during the war and it had been popular then.

When he is done playing, he gets a small applause from Chrissy and Robin and he smiles at them, before closing the piano and saying: “Well, that’s enough for now. I want to get out of here as quickly as possible.”

His room is like he left it, still a mess from when he packed in a hurry. It’s like his parents closed the door and pretended that would make him go away. Likely, they just couldn't be bothered to clean up as they had to leave again soon after.

Steve first folds his suit and neatly packs it into the bottom of one of the bags they brought with them. Then he packs a few more of the other clothes he left there, favorites he forgot, some more underwear, a few warm sweaters for the upcoming winter, two extra pair of jeans that aren’t the most comfortable, but better than nothing.

After that is done, he braves to open a door he hasn’t since he was twelve years old. His father’s study.

The desk still stands there, imposing and sturdy. Steve is momentarily transported to all the times he stood in front of that desk as his father berated him or made him stand there, waiting until he was deemed worthy of attention as his father worked.

He shakes it off and moves behind the desk, putting in the code to the safe that his father had told him for emergencies, praying the man had forgotten to change it.

Steve is in luck, because the safe clicks open. There is ample of money in there and despite his lack of finances, he doesn’t take it. He doesn’t actually want a robbery charge. Instead, he searches under them and gets his birth certificate and other papers. Things that are necessary to have.

With those tucked away, he tells the other two to get out of there. He contemplates grabbing a new key, just to fuck with his parents, but decides against it. Best if no one will ever learn they were there.

So, they return everything as closely to how they found it as they can and sneak back out.

It’s now nearing dinner, so Steve drops of Chrissy at home, hiding so it looks like Robin drove her there. Robin is also the one to walk her to the door, being grilled as Stevie by Chrissy’s mother until she is satisfied.

“Chrissy’s mom is terrifying,” Robin hisses when she gets back to the car.

“I know, glad you survived, Robbie,” Steve tells her with a grin.

“She thinks I’m a cheerleader, Steve,” Robin says. “She asked if being a base was hard with my build. I don’t even know what a base is! I can’t lie. Chrissy stepped on my foot, before I could dig myself into a hole. I nearly died.”

“Well, thank you for your service, drama queen,” Steve rolls his eyes as he continues to drive, luckily all going well, despite the injuries. “But I’m sure you can manage. Cheer isn’t that hard to grasp, though maybe hard for you to do.”

“You know, I get that that was an insult, but I will ignore that, because I am nice,” Robin sniffs, haughtily.

“You aren’t nice.”

“Shut up, dingus,” Robin says, smacking him lightly. “What I meant to say is; you need to tell me more about cheer so that I can pretend to be a cheerleader to Chrissy’s mom and we can all continue to hang out together.”

The shit eating, teasing grin disappears from Steve’s face and he can’t help but sound surprised as he asks: “You want to hear me talk about cheer? You said you hated sports.”

“I mean, I do,” Robin shrugs, looking a bit uncomfortable. “But you like sports. And you’re like my best friend. I wanna know about your sports.”

“That- that is honestly so sweet,” Steve tells her, having to swallow, so he won’t cry.

“Shut up,” Robin says, suspiciously not looking his way.

That evening Steve tells Robin all about cheer, the two of them pointedly not talking about what they did today and what is going to happen tomorrow. Instead going over cheer formations and types of stunts and positions in the team until they’re tired, Steve falling asleep in Robin’s bed again, without either of them commenting on that as well.

On Tuesday 9th of July, they bury Chief Jim Hopper.

Out of all the pallbearers, Steve and Jonathan are the ones that are not police. Steve is walking in the front and then the right, so his injured side doesn’t hit the casket. He is well aware of the large crowd of people staring at his beat up face, the rumors that are going around.

Steve wills himself not to cry, he has done enough of that already and today he needs to be strong for Joyce and El, who have suffered a much greater loss than him. He is aware of how light the casket is, how there is no body and no closure for them. It makes it easier on his bruised body, but he gladly would’ve suffered the pain to give them that.

His suit is from prom and luckily still fits. He looks like he has more money to his name than he does, but he’s not complaining about it. Though, he feels guilty at the thought.

He purposefully doesn’t look at the crowd, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze. He just stares straight ahead, his face stony.

Once the casket is positioned for burial, Steve lets go and follows Jonathan to where Joyce is standing with El and Will. Joyce falls into Jonathan’s arms and Steve takes El, who had been hiding in Joyce’s side.

The five of them watch the burial like that. Will next to his older brother, who has one arm on Will’s shoulder. Jonathan’s other arm around his mother as she cries silent tears. Joyce holds Steve’s hand tightly and Steve holds it right back. El is under Steve’s other arm and he hugs her as best as he can, ignoring how his ribs twinge.

Throughout the entire ceremony, Steve doesn’t cry. He keeps up his impersonation of a statue and looks ahead. He is their rock now. He is keeping it together.

Only when the grave is filled and the Byers get ready to leave, does Steve turn around, El is still stuck to his side and he just keeps holding her. He spots the Buckleys in the crowd, already coming his way to support him, and catches Chrissy’s eyes, who sends him a sympathetic look, stuck next to her mother.

Daisy kisses his cheek and hugs him tightly, while Thomas, Robin’s dad, claps him on the back a few times. Robin ducks between them to cling to him and El, it’s a little awkward, but he clings right back.

It is when he is hugging Robin that he meets his father’s eyes from over her head. He is standing in an expensive black suit next to his mother in a stylish black dress. They look every part the rich socialites, who have come to show support for the town’s tragedy.

In that moment, Steve hates them more than he ever has before. He hugs Robin even closer and glares at them, before letting go of Robin and asking Jonathan where to meet, since El doesn’t look like she is letting go and they still have to hear the will.

He doesn’t care about his parents. He isn’t going to let them get to him. Especially not today when there are more important people counting on him.

Steve goes by all the kids, who are clumped together, making sure to hug them all and tell them that they’re going to be okay. That they’re going to get through this. Mike tries to talk to El, who is still by Steve’s side, but she just shakes her head, before hiding in Steve’s jacket again. This causes Mike to glare at Steve, which he ignores. Emotions are already running high enough.

As he leaves, he is stopped by Max, who tugs on his sleeve and asks: “Steve?”

“Yeah, Max?” he says kindly, not wanting to trigger an upset reaction when she already looks like she can cry at any moment.

“Uhm, I- I know you didn’t have the best history with- with Billy,” she is stumbling over her words, but valiantly keeping in the tears. “But can you come. Tomorrow. To his funeral?”

“Of course,” he promises. He isn’t going to abandon her, not when she already lost a brother.

After that, he drives to the reading of the will with El, since she hasn’t left his side. He doesn’t know why she is clinging to him, when the two of them haven’t interacted much, but he isn’t going to abandon her when she obviously needs someone to lean on.

The group for the will is much smaller and Steve ends up sitting next to Joyce, with El squished between them. Steve gets a few odd looks, but he ignores it to support El.

Hopper didn’t have much, so most of the things that are in his will are sentimental things that he shared with people. Steve tries to ignore that Hopper must have made this will after their second run in with the Upside Down. How he must have foreseen that it wouldn’t be over and they might not all make it out next time.

That he was right about it.

The big thing he owns is the cabin, which has been paid off already. No one who knew about her is surprised when that goes to El. She is still a minor and Hopper has appointed Joyce as her guardian with her consent, which makes Steve glance at her.

Joyce looks back and he can see in her eyes that she remembers the conversation when Hopper asked her to look after El should something happen clearly now. He reaches over and squeezes her shoulder. No one should go through such a thing, but especially not Joyce.

When it’s all done, Steve asks her: “Have you talked to El about what will happen now?”

Both of them look to El, who is currently with Jonathan after she felt good enough to leave Joyce and Steve’s side for a bit. Then they look at each other and Steve sees some awkwardness in Joyce’s eyes that has him on edge.

“I am planning to move to California,” she tells him softly. “She and Will have been through too much here. I don’t want El to start school here and have everyone know and ask her questions. I haven’t started looking for places, since I wanted to ask if you wanted to come too. I know it’s all suddenly and I don’t expect an answer, but I’ve taken you in and I’m not planning on abandoning you, okay, honey?”

It takes a second for all her words to register.

First, all that plays through Steve’s mind is that the Byers are leaving Hawkins. They’re moving away, which is the only competent adult they have left and the girl with the power and knowledge, though the power has disappeared. Jonathan, who can fight. And Will, well, Will makes the most sense, but Steve knows how the party will miss him. How he holds them together.

If they all go, the party practically halves in numbers and Steve is the only one who is a proper adult. Nancy and Robin are there as well and while Robin is new to this, she can be counted on and Nancy is a powerhouse in her own right, but still. Steve will be the one most of the party turns to when shit hits the fan again.

At this point, Steve is still in the stage where the Upside Down coming back seems like an inevitability, though hopefully that will leave – it might be better to keep the mentality, seeing how it has come back again already, but still.

Then it hits Steve that Joyce is offering him to come with her. That she is giving him a way out of this hellhole to California. California where people are more accepting, where he isn’t tied to the Harrington name and his old reputation as well as new rumors. He can just accept her offer and be free of that.

But-

But he can’t.

Chrissy is still here, unable to leave her mom. They’re friends. They bonded over having horrible parents and how much it sucks to be alone in that. She broke into his house with him. He promised her they could always stunt together. That he would always make her fly.

And what about Robin, his favorite lesbian. The only other queer person, he has met besides Will, and that is still a maybe, and Eddie. But Robin. Robin is his queer friend. She knows him. They give each other hope and safety. He can’t just leave her.

Plus, they got tortured together. They were drugged together. They came out to each other. She has never had to deal with the aftermath of the Upside Down before. She obviously isn’t dealing perfectly and neither is he. And the thought of being away from her pains him.

Then there are the kids. They’re already going to loose two friends, who are moving to Cali and they have lost Hopper, who was as much their safety net as Steve is. He can’t hang them out to dry like it’s nothing. And Billy’s loss has hit Max harder than he thought. He can’t abandon her now, not after that.

His mind also jumps to Eddie, who is here in Hawkins. Eddie, who knows him, who has been kind in the moments he needed it. Eddie, who he likes. Eddie, who he wants to have a chance with. The boy he wanted to kiss when he was being tortured, the boy he still wants to kiss.

Steve shoves that last thought away, the other reasons are more important. Plus, him going would be an extra financial burden Joyce doesn’t need.

He is already shaking his head no, before he even thinks about it more. His voice is a little pained, because he would have loved to say yes, as he says: “I- I can’t. I can’t come with you. Thank you, but- I mean, the kids-”

As he stumbles over the words El pops up between them. It is obvious she has been eavesdropping, because she says: “He can have the cabin.”

Both Joyce and Steve look at her and Joyce immediately tells her that she is very sweet for offering, but she should think about such things and Steve is agreeing with Joyce, telling El that is not necessary at all.

“No,” El says, as stubborn as ever. “Hopper was going to take you in if you had no place to go. He wanted you to have a place. You cannot come with us, so you need a place to stay. He would want you to have a place to stay.”

For the hundredth time today, Steve has to repress the urge to cry, because he knows that he cares about Hopper and he kind of thought the other man cared about him, but the fact that he was willing to take him in confirms it.

He takes her cheeks between his hands and presses a kiss on her forehead, before hugging her close and swaying her from side to side. Squished into his chest, he hears her whisper: “We could have been siblings.”

And Steve remembers her running away to find the other numbers, to find a sibling. A connection out there. Remembers how she came back and decided Hopper was her connection. His heart swells with affection and aches at the same time about how she wanted him to feel included in that.

Still, he can recognize that she is in an emotional state, so he just says: “Thank you, El. You’re really sweet. Let’s talk about this later.”

She nods in his chest, mollified with his reaction. She allows Joyce to take her home, while Steve climbs into his own car and cries like he has wanted to all day. He cries until his tears have run dry, then drives to the Buckley house.

He doesn’t say anything all evening and none of them seem to expect him to, which he is grateful for. He sleeps in Robin’s bed again, holding her close against his chest and knows he made the right choice in saying no.

On Wednesday 10th of July, they bury Billy Hargrove. Steve hates the man, but seeing him die has been horrible and he can respect who he gave his life for and acknowledge who he hurt by dying.

So, he puts his black suit on again like an armor and holds Max throughout the ceremony, watching the distance between her mom and step-dad. An ominous feeling about it hanging in the air. Sees how neither of them look back to Max or check if she’s okay.

After the funeral, he takes her to get a milkshake. Neither of them speak as they drink it in their mourning clothes, everyone giving them a wide berth.

It is a week of many funerals, it seems like everyone has lost someone.

When he brings her home, neither parent had noticed her missing, but she seems happier than when he met her at the graveyard. They’ll just have to be there for her, Steve thinks, making a note to keep an eye on her for a few months.

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Akaza with a mermaid reader(fem or gnc) that was kept by a cruel circus? like reader is only able to be put on display in the circus tent and the staff is just cruel to them. would love if akaza rescued them!

⟣┄─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🐇 Akaza

‣ Akaza encounters a mermaid demon and chooses to save her.

‣ 1,337 words

‣ Might be a bit rushed, sorry if it seems that way 😢

While Akaza doesn't like most circuses in general, finding the performances and activities exhausting or childish, he does stay for the fireworks towards the end, meaning he just hangs around doing little too nothing. He usually watches the kids run and squeal at everything that they're seeing, or the parents trying to talk to their kids about particular behaviors when it's obvious even to Akaza that these kids aren't going to listen because of their excitement.

He rests on a high and sturdy branch, his back resting on the tree. It almost felt like the entire performance was taking much longer then prior years. He was starting to get annoyed.

Actually, he wants to leave because he knows that he has better things to do then sit around and do nothing, but he hopes that this would end soon so that he would stay a little longer to see the gorgeous illuminations bursting in the sky.

However, luck was not on his side this year, and he eventually stands up with a disappointed sigh to leave. If he stays any longer, he would only get into problems with Muzan himself, therefore, this was all pointless. He takes a deep breath as he bounces from one branch to the next, but then his body suddenly stiffens up. He already knew that he wasn't the only demon here, but he didn't do anything about it since they were either here for the same reason he was or because they were planning a late nights feast. However, the overwhelming feeling of desperation was too much for him.

He jumps off of the branch, landing effortlessly on the dirt below before making his way back to the crowded circus. He stops behind one of the nearby trees that was by a few adults who were peacefully talking about their children, and he leans in to grab one of the overcoats before quickly putting it on.

Akaza never imagined that he would ever feel at ease in the presence of other humans. He can't help but glance at each passing person, talking in the ones who had their skin beautifully decorated with a variety of colors of paint. They were so sure that he was wearing some as well that they weren't bothering to give him a second look since he looked just as human as they were. This only made things easier for him.

The inside of the tent didn't look as decorated as the front was. Actually, most of it was empty besides a few food and drink stalls and a giant glass container against the tent wall that looked to be holding nothing at all. People still swarmed in front of it, their faces filled with excitement and desire, searching the container to their hearts fulfillment.

"Excuse me." Akaza raises his hand slightly to attract a woman's attention. She smiles at him as a greeting. "I don't frequently go to circuses, but why is everyone so excited over an empty tank?"

"Rumor has it that this year's circus will have a demon." She points to the container.

Akaza's brows furrow as his eyes center on the swaying water. He doesn't bother to say anything else to her regarding the demon, since he knows that these so-called rumors aren't exactly rumors.

It didn't take long for her to show up. There were dimly lit lights inside of the water, causing anticipation among the people, including Akaza. He was standing calmly in the back of the crowd away from most of the eager children, yet his focus made him feel as if he was in the front. He almost entirely drowned out the shouts around him when he suddenly saw movement at the top.

That was the demon, and he immediately sensed her discomfort. She swims gracefully in the water, her melancholy gaze drifting over the crowd until they settled on the children up front, and Akaza noticed the softening glow that came over her.

So, she has a sweet spot for kids; how cute. He knew that demons exists in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors, but he has never seen a demon that resembled a mermaid before. From the way her hair danced in the water from the way the water mirrored the shine on her tail, he was in awe of her beauty. He quickly regains his composure and steps a few steps closer to get a better look.

Her eyes quickly go from the children to him, and he knows that she knows that he's a demon. His face is expressionless as he scans her, and he opens his mouth unintentionally. "How on earth is a demon such as yourself in a place like this?"

Her eyes widen, and a glimmer of hope emerges in them. She doesn't respond to his words, but he knows what she's thinking: she wants to leave this hell hole, the place that stole her freedom away from her.

Akaza doesn't immediately react to this thought, but he does look around the place to see what he can do. Firstly, the tent was large, larger then most of the ones here. The tank was also fairly big, but it wasn't entirely full, which led him to believe that this was due to the water preventing splashes when the humans toss her in, or maybe it was her frail state that prevents her from jumping out on her own.

On her own.

Right, she wasn't on her own now. He was here. He could get up there and have her jump out so that he could grab her.

He moves away from the female demon, ignoring her dropping expression and makes his way to the side where three men are conversing among themselves. He doesn't bother to grab the later, instead jumping up and landing on the tanks very edge. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" He ignores them, too busy focusing on her.

Akaza crouches on the edge, staring at her blankly as if waiting for her to move. Everyone who had been watching with fascination was now looking in disbelief, but aside from the workers, no one bothered to stop him. "What are you doing? Just jump."

She doesn't waste any time and swims to the top before leaping out. She barely reached the top, but she was close enough to the upper moon for him to grab onto and lift her up. He jumps down on the floor, and before the males were about to grab him, he kicks one into the tents wall, hard enough to break a rib or two, but not enough to kill him

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood or else you'd be dead by now." Akaza says as he walks towards the tent entrance, holding the mermaid in his arms.

What a bizarre event this night has been, one that will most likely only happen once in his lifetime. He remained quiet, although he had many questions regarding this demon. However, he kept his mouth shut and focused solely on leaving the area. How cruel were these humans to let a demon be so weak and desperate? Despite all of this, he still remembers seeing the sparkle in her eyes when she looked at the kids. She must not eat humans, whether she was unable to because of her imprisonment or because she chooses not to. Either way, he doesn't question it.

"You have a name?" Akaza finally asks. "(Y/n)." Her voice is soft and hushed as she stares ahead to see where he is leading her "You have quite the name."

He still doesn't know where he's going to put her, but he's sure he'll figure something out along the way. Maybe he can put her in that lake not too far where he stays. It may not be the biggest, but it might be great for her. At least it was bigger then the tank.

Now he just has to make sure Douma doesn't find out about her.

#kny #oneshot #kny oneshots #akaza oneshot #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #akaza

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Dragon Bride Pt 3 final

Then, the two enjoy each other's company. At the beach, Phantom admits dragons can see the wind, and he offers to show Sam. Phantom lets petals dance in the air while Sam watches, mesmerized.

The two stare at each other, and then it starts raining. In their den, the sentry finds Sam's bag full of supplies, but Sam assures it she won't escape. Still, she's packed up just in case. All dressed up, Phantom loves how much cozier his home has become. Sam gifts him with a flute and plays a lullaby because she wants it to be his birthday—the birth of a new man. Though Phantom wants to forget his birth, Sam assures him she's happy about his new birth. Phantom also has a present by the cliff face.

While Sam closes her eyes, Phantom ignites some fireworks, leaving the girl amazed as she looks at them. Finding it sweet, Sam holds Phantom clothing. That night, Sam wakes up because of an ember. She looks for Phantom but finds the dragon, which chases her until it blocks her path. Reaching out, Sam cautiously approaches and touches its chest. She feels its heartbeat, but the heat burns her hand. Now afraid, she runs but gets tripped by the dragon looming over her. As it turns out, it's just a dream, and Sam wakes screaming. Phantom is near her, worried that something's wrong, but Sam dismisses it as a bad dream.

She explains dreams show people the things they fear and desire, and she admits she's scared of the dragon.

Phantom promises the dragon will never harm Sam because he's been reborn. When he leaves, Phantom sits by the fire and plays the instrument while Sam listens.

She bids him good night, and he does too. The next day, while Sam bathes in a pool, Phantom paces nervously while holding a bouquet he wants to give her. Afterward, Sam wears a red dress and makes a kite, and Phantom finally decides to give the bouquet. But then, the dragon possesses him, and the flowers burn in his hand. He struggles and resists until Sam finds him to show the kite, a dragon that can't fly. Thinking she's silly, Phantom wonders why Aragon hasn't come yet, but it's clear Sam doesn't love him. Realizing this, he reaches out to teach her how to see the wind. Sam learns quickly, and the kite soars away.

Sam's hand brushes Phantom's, and the dragon spirit responds. The kite string breaks from the heat, and Phantom leaves her behind. Surprised he's gone, Sam looks for him, but Phantom is busy using the flute to calm himself. When he comes to his senses, Phantom finds Sam's boat and realizes she wants to escape. Finding Sam, Phantom tells her to approach the altar. He asks her if she's ever wondered why there isn't a single skeleton on the island even though many young women lost their lives in that place. According to Phantom, dragons are born from the brides burning alive. He warns the same fate awaits Sam.

Phantom reminds Sam that he's a monster who will never live as humans do and that it's right for her to fear him. He believes Sam's actions show how much she wants to escape—from the maps, the fireworks she can use to signal the ships, and finally seeing the wind. Phantom tells Sam to take the east wind because it'll bring her to the open ocean. Sam says the new man needs her, but Phantom throws the flute at her feet and orders her to go away. He runs to the passageway to trap the dragon, and Sam can do nothing else but leave. In the morning, Sam walks to the boat and lets the petals guide her path, eventually sailing away.

The sentry pursues her, and she begs it to stay with Phantom. Unknown to her, Phantom lies weak in the passageway. Meanwhile, Igor's men are sailing aimlessly for days, and everyone's on edge. Frustrated, Aragon directs the helmsman to turn back, but he defies Aragon to protect Aragon's family's honor. Angry, Aragon threatens the helmsman's life, saying Sam will send a signal for them to know where to go. However, if she doesn't, then it simply means she's already dead. Suddenly, fireworks light the sky, and Sam's boat emerges through the fog.

To protect Phantom, she lies about the dragon crashing into the cliffs and dying. When the helmsman insists on ensuring the dragon's death, Sam pleads with Igor that she just wants to go home. Finally, everyone seems to be happy, and Sam's wedding resumes.

Yara assures Sam she'll forget the nightmare as her new life starts.

But Phantom, on his island, wonders where he's supposed to fit in. He's grateful to Sam for the short-lived hope.

The Duke arrives to greet Sam, wanting to tell her something important. While playing with shadow figures, Phantom realizes he experienced love and vows the dragon will never harm Sam, and he cries. Sam cries, too, as her father tells her to choose who she loves. Using the wind, Sam sends a paper dragon flying. She tells Yara about the pain of being away from the one she loves, and Yara thinks she's referring to Aragon.

Now, Yara has nothing against the wedding because they've proven they love each other as only true love can find the dragon island. Phantom imagines kissing Sam, and he wishes her happiness while bidding her goodbye. The wedding ritual happens again, and a child's dragon candy catches Sam's attention. Meanwhile, Phantom stands over the precipice as it rains, clutching his flute. The paper dragon lands under Igor's boot, and he pulls the rope to Sam's boat. At the same time, Phantom leaps from the precipice to end his life. The dragon reawakens, but Phantom calms it with his flute. As Aragon pulls the boat, Sam realizes she can't do it and sits up to declare she doesn't love Igor, leaving everyone shocked. Igor thinks she's foolish as he rescued her, but Sam yells she loves the dragon. The crowd's in an uproar.

Aragon attempts to pull the rope, but Sam removes it from her boat. She stands and sings the ritual song herself to summon Phantom despite Igor's warnings that the dragon will kill them all. The Duke stares silently at his daughter while the crowd remains hushed, and Yara is teary-eyed. When Sam finishes singing, no dragon arrives. She waits expectantly, but Igor commands his men to take Sam away. Just then, the winds pick up, and the paper dragon flies up just as Phantom arrives and takes Sam away. The Duke accepts his daughter's decision, but Aragon attempts to pierce the dragon with a spear. Fortunately, his helmsman punches him, to Yara's relief. Phantom flies Sam away and drops her on the altar. The dragon attempts to burn her, but Sam kisses its face. It freaks out and backs away, and Sam realizes it's used to being feared when it wants to be loved. The dragon roars, but Sam remains unfazed because she loves Phantom, whether he's human or dragon.

Sam kneels and asks Phantom not to leave because she can't be without him. The dragon hesitates but chooses to rest its head on her lap. Then, Sam asks Phantom, the dragon, to stay longer so she can get used to him. Years pass and Phantom tells this story to their children. When they want to learn more, Sam comes and lays them on their bed. She tells her children that the happiness love brings gives people wings to fly.

As their kids sleep, Phantom asks Sam to go with him, leaving the sentry to guard the children. Phantom stands in the sunlight and turns into a dragon as Sam approaches. She pats Phantom's head and rides him, and they fly away. In the air, Phantom turns human, and they soar among the clouds. Then, in the golden sky, they share a tender kiss.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #danny x sam #fantasy au #prince aragon

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The ____ date of my life - Chapter 7

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Humans have some super abilities that make no sense of how extraordinary they are. The singular perception of time is one of them.

Everyone understands and perceives time in different ways. One minute can seem like an eternity to someone and the same minute can resemble a blink of an eye for someone else. Speed and slowness are just points of view.

For Sage, that laugh was long while it lasted and too fast when it was over. She wanted to keep laughing even when she managed to take a break to breath. It was the kind of good laugh, that type that worth to have, even if the belly hurts and the lungs beg for air.

For Sova, Sage's laugh went through in slow motion. As if every sound and every movement of her deserved to be analyzed with a scientific thoroughness. He controlled himself first than she, observing her laugh. It was there, in that short long moment, that he knew. He didn't need photos and analysis of his bionic eye or fireworks. It was with a laugh coming from a duck chase, in the middle of the world's most disastrous date. Sova knew at that singular moment that Sage was the kind of woman who he couldn’t find in an entire era. He'd be a fool to not do anything to keep her in his life. And Sova could be a lot of things, but idiot he wasn't.

- Ouch... - She wiped a tear, leaving blurry marks under her eyes. - I can't take it anymore. - Sage let out a few more laughs. - A duck! - She laughed again, putting her hands on her face, shaking her head. - A duck!

Sova smiled from ear to ear, hearing Sage's laugh. It was warm and cozy, comfortable as a burning fireplace in winter.

- Breathe. - Sova patted Sage on the back twice, seeing that she was really out of air. The Russian had a few laughs too, more controlled. He looked at the tree above them again, watching the berries. His stomach snored. - Stay there. - Sova stood up, causing Sage to fall into the bench for lack of support.

Sage's shoulders trembled and she laughed more, babbling something unintelligible.

Sova went to the tree and raised his arm, pulling a branch and picking up the blackberries from there, purplish and rosy. Some burst into his hand, splashing the strong pigments across his skin and, obviously, on the white blazer. Sova had already given up on it. He turned to Sage when he thought he'd taken enough, without even having to climb the tree for it. The Chinese was laying on the bench, her forearm over her eyes, showing a remnant of a smile.

- Sit down. - Sova spoke while eating a pink blackberry.

- Umm... - Sage grumbled, taking her arm out of her eyes. Her eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow ended up blurry, leaving black spots around her eyes. Sova controlled himself not to laugh or make a joke involving pandas. - Are you going to feed me? - Sage analyzed Sova's mouth, which was already stained by the berries. She sat on the bench, watching Sova settle next to her and controlling herself not to make a joke about children who get dirty for nothing.

- I've been trying to do this for a while. - The Russian shrugged, showing her the blackberries. - They're really yummy. And they're for free. - He winked at Sage, smiling amused.

- If it's for free, it tastes better. Scientifically proven. - Sage took a pink blackberry, putting it in her mouth. - Really yummy. - She nodded, picking up a few more berries. – This is very unhygienic. - She spoke after swallowing the berries, making a peck.

Sova shrugged, leaning his back on the bench, looking at the cloud-filled sky. Would it rain? How would he take Sage to the base in the rain? He didn't want they end up wet.

- What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

- Or fattening.... In your case, right? - She smirked, with more blacks in her mouth. She swallowed them, wiping the corners of her lips with her tongue. - I'm going to keep hot thanks to the radianite in my blood.

Sova turned to her, narrowing his eyes as if to say that she was going to a dangerous path.

- You don't even mess with that. Gives bad luck.

Her smile widened, realizing that she had found something to annoy the Russian. She already opened her mouth to provoke him when he spoke first.

- Your makeup smudged by the way. - He turned to the clouds, putting more berries in his mouth. With the luck they were having, it would rain. He had to find a way to protect her from the rain. Sova didn't realize that Sage was surprised that he was more interested in the sky than in her. – You’re looking like a panda. A little panda.

Sage closed her mouth, turning red as she widened her eyes.

- Shit. - She turned around so that she'd have her back to him, opening her handbag. She took the little mirror and checked her makeup, making a grimace at seeing the dark spots. - Shit! - Sage put her hands on her face again, taking a deep breath. - Why does this happen to me? - She cried, embarrassed.

Sova looked Sage, bursting blackberries in his mouth, dirtying his lips. He swallowed the rest of the berries, wiping his hands in his pants. He sat on the bench, passing an arm around Sage’s shoulders. He poked her lightly, leaving his face near to her.

- Hey… I've seen it for a while anyway. - He tilted his head to the side. - You don't have to be ashamed.

"Men" Sage thought, shaking her head.

- I look terrible. Everything is terrible!

Sova made a face of disdain, taking advantage that she had her back to him. "Women" He sighed, poking her again.

- Hey... - He used a sweet tone, speaking softly. – Look at me… - Sage denied it with her head and Sova poked her again. – Look at me, lil panda. - The Russian poked between her ribs, making her cringe. He smirked, realizing she was ticklish. - Hey hey hey...- He was poking between her ribs, making her squirm.

- Stop! - She patted his hand, taking it away from her. - And don't call me a lil panda!

- Look at me. - Sova repeated, poking her one last time. – Lil panda.

Sage took a deep breath, lowering her hands and turning to Sova. She wide her eyes, watching his face with patches of blackberry. Even his nose had a reddish drip.

- You didn't do it... – Sage murmured, incredulous. To which Sova smiled as if he were joking.

- What? Don't you want more berries? - He looked at the tree behind him. - I think I'm going to get some more...

Sage kept the surprise expression, looking at the stains that Sova had done on his own face. That was hard to take off.

- You're all dirty. - Sage grumbled, holding Sova's face, turning him to her.

- For sure? – He made an expression of misunderstanding. - I didn't even realize...

- You didn't have to do that. - She rubbed her thumb on his face, trying to take out a reddish spot.

- Do what? - Sova looked at Sage with an innocent face, touching her hand that was on his face. - My babushka always said that I can't eat berries. - He frowned at Sage, as if questioning her. - Why do you think she says that?

Sage watched the other for a few seconds, wandering the gaze from his bright eyes to his reddish mouth. It was obvious what he was doing to make her feel good. Not so effective because Sage felt terrible for allowing Sova to get even more dirty. But... He was playing another dumb role for her and it made her forget how supposedly terrible she was.

- I don’t have any idea… - She muttered looking into Sova's eyes, hoping he'd notice the grateful look she was sending him behind the black blurs of eyeline and mascara.

Sova smiled, approaching to her slowly, observing her mouth.

- Neither did I... - He murmured, with his lips close to Sage’s. He lightly pressed her hand on his face, passing the other hand by her waist. - Will you help me clean up here? - He guided her hand to his lips, making her touch them with her thumb. Sage gave a slight smile, nodding with her head, going to kiss him.

- Excuse me… I'm sorry to interrupt there...

Sova closed his eyes, resisting the urge to punch whoever was the owner of that voice that was interrupting them both.

Sage lowered her head, defeated, touching her forehead in Sova’s one briefly. If disappointment killed, she'd be dead and buried by now. She raised her face, looking at a boy with green hair and an embarrassed face next to them.

- Yes? - She spoke with disinterest, wondering how it would be much more relevant to create a wall between them and the boy with her radiant gift.

- You dropped it. - The boy held Sage's beret to her, looking away, blushing. - I saw you guys running from the duck. It was… Unique?

Sova laughed cynically, turning his head to the other side, avoiding looking at the boy. He knew if he saw the boy’s face, his bionic eye would mark him as a pending target on his blacklist. And Sova was careful to keep his blacklist limited, with no more or less than three people living on it. He'd hate to have to give a way on a fourth.

- Unique... - He muttered. – It’s a good adjective to define this day. - Sova let out the air slowly, squeezing his eyes.

Sage grumbled in agreement, reaching out to the boy.

- Thanks. - She did her best to keep her voice tone gentle. It came out dry and with traces of hate.

- Oh, no worries. - The boy gave Sage the beret, scratching his hair. - I'm sorry again. Ahw... Good luck! - He turned around, walking out quickly.

Sage looked at the beret in her hand and squeezed it as if she could break it with anger. Then she took a deep breath, looking at Sova.

- Where did we stop? - She spoke with a smile, tilting her head so she would be in a good position to fit her lips into his.

Sova took his fingers out of his eyes, watching Sage. He sat on the bench, holding her hand.

- Can I test something?

Sage frowned, putting one hand on Sova’s nape.

- If it involves you shutting your mouth and kissing me at once, yes.

- Almost that. - He nodded and advanced towards her, ready to kiss her.

Right at that time, a pigeon flew between the two, flapping it wings on their faces before coming out to the sky. Sage walked away from Sova, looking around with wide eyes.

- What the hell was that?

Sova laughed without humor.

- Every time we go kiss, something happens. - He snorted.

- No way. - Sage turned to Sova, grimacing. - Come here. - She ran her arms around Sova's neck, going to kiss him.

And then, one of the branches of the tree beside them broke, falling on Sova's head. The Russian walked away from Sage, massaging his head.

- Ouch! - He wrinkled his nose, looking at the tree. - Oh, come on!

- Again. - Sage spoke firmly, trying to get close to him.

This time, lightning descended from the sky and it thunder echoed near them. The bodies of the two to tremble by the sudden loud noise, resounding inside them and bringing chills through their bodies. Somewhere, a tree caught fire.

Sova and Sage looked up and then looked at each other, slowly moving away.

- Do you think it's better…

- Let's not play so much for now. - Sova spoke, raising his eyebrows to the sky.

- Damn it. - Sage spoke at once, crossing her arms with an angry face. She slammed the body against the bench, snorting. - What's wrong with kissing the guy I like?

- It could be a prank. - He looked around. - Cypher may have implanted cameras around here, Chamber must be paying people and animals to make fun of us, Killjoy must have some thing to control the weather and... - Sova stopped talking for a moment and turned to Sage, opening a lively smile. - Do you like me?

- Of course I like you. - Sage rolled her eyes, massaging her temple. - I've wanted to kiss you since we saw each other in the conference room. But I can't, right, universe? - Sage looked up, angry.

Sova gave Sage a silly smile, which she didn't even notice because she was angry at whoever was ruining her date.

- You could have said... - He mumbled, turning forward. Sova passed his tongue through his lips, taking a strand of hair from the front of his face. - Maybe our only impediment there was Viper showing up...

- We should have stayed at home. - Sage filled her cheeks with air, looking at the cars in the street.

Sova did a peck, thinking. He took a part of his blazer, in a less dirty area, and wiped his face with it.

- Do you want to go back to the base? - Sova looked at her, lowering the blazer.

Sage looked at Sova and sighed, sitting at the border of the bench.

- It’s not a bad idea… - She looked at her boots, swinging them. - Are you still hungry?

- Starving. - The Russian took off his blazer, analyzing the damage.

- I have some leftovers in my apartment. We can share. - Sage threw her hair over her shoulder. – Want it?

- Sure. - He nodded and held Sage's chin, bringing her closer to him. - Come here...

The Chinese shrank a little, expecting him to kiss her suddenly at the same time as afraid of what might happen to them. She has never cured anyone who's been struck by lightning before. She didn't know how it would work. However, Sova gently passed the blazer under Sage's eyes, trying to take off some of the blurry makeup.

- It's going to get worse. - She mumbled.

- Just to help a little. - He stroked her chin while lightly squeezing the corner of her eyes with the fabric. - If you want, I'm get some water to clean it.

Sage smiled, content with his good intention.

- It won’t clean it with water.

Sova wrinkled his nose, pulling the blazer out of Sage's face.

- Why do you put a thing on your face that cannot be cleaned with water?

- The intention was to look good for you. - She raised an eyebrow, as if she was speaking the obvious.

Sova opened his lips with an "oh" and nodded, giving a lightly smile. He approached her quickly, giving an affectionate kiss on her cheek. Sage was chilled by the sudden kiss. She gave a silly smile, looking at him as he walked away.

- You're beautiful in anyway, lil panda. - Sova smiled, pinching her chin. Sage turned red, with the smile still on her lips. The Russian frowned, looking around. - Nothing happened.

- Oh, yes...? - Sage muttered, still silly. - Try it again.

Sova looked at her and smiled, coming back to her, giving her a few kisses on her cheek. Sage smiled, feeling chills in the area where he was kissing and put one hand on the back of his head, keeping him close. She turned her head to the side, causing their lips to rub into each other. They smiled together, feeling the closeness between them.

- It was nothing… - Sage muttered. - It's not like we're going to get hit by a truck.

Sova had a hoarse laugh, touching Sage's face, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

A truck horn blew up in the middle of traffic, not far from the two. And the driver seemed to want to find some way to get out of there. Even if it was up the sidewalk.

Sova looked at the truck and then looked at Sage.

- Are you sure? - He whispered, raising his eyebrows.

The Chinese sighed and shook her head, giving Sova a quick peck. She looked back when the truck honked again, almost hitting the car in front of it.

- Not too much. - She mumbled, wondering if she could resuscitate them two if they kissed and, therefore, were run over. She didn't realize Sova was smiling silly for finally kiss her. Okay, it was a little peck. However, it was a breakthrough. Of those who made the Russian's heart almost jump out of his chest. – Let’s go? - Sage stood up discouraged, pulling Sova lightly by his hand.

>>> Next Chapter

#valorant #valorant sova #valorant sage #valorant fanfiction #SoSage #The date of my life #Chapter 7 #me trying

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deadlydevotion · 10 months

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Legato had been interested in seeing the various fireworks shows going on through the city, right up until he discovered how ridiculously crowded they were. Too many people, too much noise, too many minds pressed too close to the point he could hardly sort out himself from the throng. He didn't make the attempt to go out to see them again but when the shows started every other night he'd peer out the windows of the condo to try and catch a glimpse of the sparkling explosions in the sky.

Apparently Knives noticed his preoccupation and hesitance both.

"Why have you not just gone to watch the show?" The Plant asked once while Legato tilted his head to get a slightly better glimpse through the window.

"There are too many people gathered, too many minds in my vicinity. The resonance triggers a migraine. The noise and light does no favors once I am already in pain and it loses it's charm." He shrugs and moves from the window to curl beside Knives instead, his lover far more interesting then the flashy lights.

Legato had all but dismissed the conversation but Knives had not, noting Legato's interest. The next night the display was to take place, Knives told him to dress warmly and come along with him. Naturally, Legato did so, pulling on the hoodie he'd appropriated from Knives and just... hadn't given back yet. His lover rolled his eyes but didn't bother objecting, leading them out to the street.

Outside, Knives simply bent to scoop Legato up, lifting the human with ridiculous ease with an arm around his back and one behind his knees. The startled squeak and immediate flush from Legato only made the Plant smirk as his wings burst from his back in a shower of sharp-edged feathers.

"You'd best hold on," he hummed, satisfied when Legato immediately wrapped his arms around his neck. With a leap straight up and a mighty sweep of his wings they were airborne, rising above the buildings in the Archimedes residential area and spiraling higher as Knives scanned for the building that had the best view. In his arms, Legato gave a breathless little laugh, watching the ground fall away as they rose. Childish wonder lit up his face as he flew in the arms of his angel and his smile only grew when he looked up and caught Knives watching him. They could just do this all night and Legato would have been happy, held secure against Knives' chest. But instead they landed on a gently sloped roof, just enough to lean back on without plummeting off the edge. Knives settled and pulled Legato down in front of him, between his legs so the human was caged in by the Plant's body. With someone else, Legato would have felt trapped but with Knives he leaned back immediately, curled into the warmth around him.

When the first firework lit up the sky, Legato laughed and tilted his head back to look at Knives.

"Did you fly us out here so I could watch the fireworks away from the crowds?" He asked, smiling helplessly even as Knives shushed him.

"Just watch. That's what you wanted to do." For a moment they do, silent and content on the roof, the cool air kept at bay by the residual warmth of the roof tiles. Then Legato turns again, sits up a little to press a soft kiss just behind Knives' jaw, right below his ear.

"Thank you, Knives."

'I love you too, whatever this new life brings us we can face it together.'

Knives wraps his arms tighter around Legato and presses his nose into blue hair gone as black as his in the darkness and just breathes.

@plantfell

#plantfell #drabble #let them have a soft thing after all that #as promised fireworks drabble for the terrible gays <3 #long post #drabble 2 #( word count : 623 )

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC’s Date With the Side Characters is Going Terribly and Then it Starts to Rain

Brothers ver.

Diavolo

It was a tragic truth that the poor Crown Prince didn’t get to go out and have fun very often, but he had managed to get a singular day off! He of course was going to spend it with the future monarch-consort of the Devildom!

Diavolo had a whole list written out that was full of fun cliche date activities that he wanted to try, and it was also full of stuff MC said they wanted to do, so the date was going to be completely perfect.

As Diavolo and MC walked hand in hand to Madame Scream’s, they both took notice to the fact that literally every single demon in the vicinity was staring at the two of them.

The crown prince laughed it off, saying that MC looked so positively radiant that everyone couldn’t help but stop and look. MC laughed and leaned their head against Dia’s arm, but both of them knew full well that everyone was really staring at Diavolo.

To be fair, wouldn’t you stare if the most powerful person in the entire realm walked by holding hands with a pathetic little human?

They got to Madame Scream’s, got their sweets, then Diavolo got a phone call. It was Lucifer frantically explaining that the RAD gym was on fire and he needed to run everything by Diavolo before he could do anything about it.

That ate up about fifteen minutes and the desserts ended up getting cold… Diavolo tried to make light of it as the two finally got to eat their chocolate chip cookies.

“So apparently one student thought it would be a good idea to set a firework off inside, you know I encourage having fun at school but maybe they should have set this off outside.” “Maybe..?”

Next it was time for a romantic walk on the beach! That would have gone better if Diavolo remembered it was giant-crab season. As cool as it was to watch Diavolo hammer-throw an eight foot tall crab into the ocean it left MC’s ankles vulnerable to get pinched by regular sized crabs.

And maybe they both should have wore appropriate shoes… they were sinking into the sand and it was getting into their shoes…

Okay, so the beach didn’t work out, Diavolo had plenty of other ideas! They just had to- wait he was getting another call.

Half an hour later, Diavolo was finally able to hang up and gave MC an apologetic look. He said that he needed to cut the date short and go to an unavoidable meeting…

Oh well, at least this date couldn’t get any-

A loud crack of thunder caused Diavolo to nearly drop his phone in surprise. Oh… oh no… not rain…

Large droplets of water pelted the pair as they waited for Barbatos to pick them up. Diavolo slowly lifted up his arm and shielded MC from the rain as best he could. Well… this outfit was ruined, the least he could do was try and save MC’s…

“Well…” Diavolo tentatively began. “I heard getting caught in the rain is supposed to be romantic..?”

MC only sighed and moved a little closer, they folded their arms and stared blankly ahead. Their glassy expression made the crown prince’s heart sink right to the floor. Maybe he could cancel the meeting! He promised he’d spend more time with MC and he intended to keep it!

“MC, I could-”

“Dia, no.” MC looked up and gave him a small smile. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I knew what I was getting into when I said I’d be with you. Your kingdom is more important than one little date.”

“But I wanted to make you happy today…” Diavolo mumbled. His kingdom had always come first, before his friends, before MC, before even himself, was it so much to ask to have just one day for him to spend with the person he loved?

The human reaches up and lowered Diavolo’s arm and looped it around their shoulders. “And you did, any time that I get to spend with you makes me happy. Besides, it wasn’t all bad. The crab moment was pretty awesome.”

MC pulled out their DDD and showed Diavolo a picture of himself chucking the giant crab into the watery horizon. “We can put at least one moment of this date into the photo album.”

The precise tapping of the falling raindrops cause the DDD to flick to the next picture, which was an awkwardly angled snapshot of MC brandishing a stick at a much smaller crab who had attached its claws to their ankle.

“Uh, maybe not this picture…”

Barbatos

The poor butler rarely ever gets a day off, and he could tell MC missed spending time with him, so he asked Diavolo for a day off.

Of course Diavolo said yes, but when the day of the date came…

Barbatos saw every mishap and disaster coming a mile away. The smart thing to do would be cancel the date, but NO. Barbatos was going to use his powers for good and make sure MC had the time of their life!

The first disaster was supposed to come in the form of a pickpocket stealing MC’s wallet, key word being supposed.

As the perp made their way through the somewhat crowded sidewalk, fully prepared to swipe some wallets, Barbatos quickly twirled and dipped MC out of the way. This action also conveniently had the result of Barb knocking the pickpocket out cold.

MC of course, was none the wiser of the attempted theft and just assumed Barbatos was being suave (tm).

The second disaster was both MC and Barbatos getting hot coffee accidentally spilled all over them. Or it WOULD have been if Barbatos hadn’t quickly notified the person that would have spilled the drink that their shoelaces were undone.

Hell yeah! Second disaster averted!

The date progressed smoothly, well, as smooth as it could have gone. All those days of work and the task of making sure MC was none the wiser of any of the nasty things that could have ruined the date was really making Barbatos tired…

“Barbatos, are you alright?” “*exhausted breathing* Y-yes dearest, of course. Don’t trouble yourself.”

MC would have bought that lie if Barbatos didn’t look like he had just finished running a ten kilometre long race through a heatwave.

After making sure MC was not in the path of the escaped hellhound that would be running down the street in three, two, one, there it went, MC was safe and sound, Barbatos sighed in relief.

Just one more thing…

In the smoothest possibly motion, Barbatos opened the umbrella he had been carrying and held it over himself and MC.

MC looked up at the umbrella perplexed. “Barbatos, why-”

Thunder rumbled as the first drops of rain pelted harmlessly against the umbrella. Barbatos smiled softly and took MC’s hand. “Did you enjoy the date, darling?”

“Have you been doing damage control all day..?” MC asked. “Oh no wonder you look exhausted…”

Barbatos’ face burned with embarrassment when MC wrapped their arms around him.

“You work way to hard, this date was supposed to be relaxing for the both of us,” MC sighed. “You know what? We’re going to go back to the Demon Lord’s Castle, and I’m making you tea and snacks.”

“MC..?”

They began to pull Barbatos in the direction of the castle and plucked the umbrella out of his hand.

“I’ll hold this.” MC smiled brightly. “You relax, mister.”

Barbatos was about to protest, then sighed, no future he could see in his brief overview involved MC giving up on their new mission to make him take a break. He felt himself smile, he really lucked out with this human, didn’t he?

Simeon

The next volume of TSL had been released and Simeon was officially completely exhausted. He had spent the past two days signing special hardback copies and his writing hand was officially deceased.

He needed to relax and unwind… who better to do it with than MC? Simeon simply invited MC over to Purgatory Hall to hang out.

Oh my~ premarital eye contact~

It was just so nice, MC rested their head on Simeon’s chest while they lounged in bed watching TV, their hands gently intwined, the smell of Luke baking cookies…

Simeon let out a content sigh, he was truly and completely at peace in that moment. The soft knock on the door to his room barely phased him.

Solomon poked his head into the room with a bright smile.

“Hi you two, so sorry to barge in on your date, but before Luke took over the kitchen I made way too much food. I’ll bring some in for you guys!” “Solomon no-” “Wait!”

The date was now in intense danger. They needed to get out of there immediately! The first thing the angel could think to do to save the love of his life was to throw them out of the window.

Fret not, MC’s fall slowed considerably and they gently landed on the grass outside thanks to Simeon’s magic, but the angel himself was not as lucky. Yes his fall was slowed, but he still faceplanted into the dirt.

The two ended up running for dear life away from Purgatory Hall, further exhausting Simeon.

Well, at least they ended up near a very pretty fountain. Simeon and MC sat on the fountain ledge and resumed their snuggling.

Until Simeon got a phone call from a very frantic Luke begging for help with his math homework.

Due to being quite rusty at the subject, Simeon had to teach himself how to calculate the square root of something and then teach Luke, which was honestly frustrating for everyone involved.

After the homework was felt with, Simeon got ready to sit back down on the fountain ledge, ended up missing, then slipped straight into the fountain. It was a good thing that the water was shallow…

Then to MC and Simeon’s horror, it began to rain.

“Well…” Simeon sighed, he accepted MC’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of the fountain. “This isn’t so bad..?”

Lightning cracked in the distance, Simeon pulled MC into his arms on reflex, only to then realize that MC had become just as soaked as he was.

“I… sorry, MC.”

Simeon slowly unwrapped his arms from around MC, but the human remained firmly in place. “Ah, it’s fine. Want to call a cab or back to Purgatory Hall?”

“Y-yes, that sounds-” Simeon felt around for his phone, then winced and looked into the fountain. His phone was lying at the bottom of the fountain… “Do you think you could call?”

MC perked up and planted a kiss on Simeon’s cheek. “Of course, we can cuddle in the car.”

“That sounds wonderful…”

Solomon

Solomon decided to text MC at two in the morning to ask them out. In his defence, he was up late making potions and didn’t notice what time it was.

“Hey MCMCMCMCMC-” “ITS TWO OCLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING.” “Wanna go on a date tmrw?” “…ok.” “🥳” “see you tomorrow, Solomon.” “Oh yea- that reminds me- look at this snail I saw yesterday.” “Effervescent.” “Marry me.”

Obviously super happy that MC said yes to the date, Solomon was newly rejuvenated and went back to making his potion. It was six in the morning when he realized that maybe he should have just quit while he was ahead and went back to sleep.

It was a little late for that! He needed to go to school, then go on the date. Solomon gracefully took MC’s hand, led them out of the school, then fell down the stairs.

It um… may have messed up his tailbone. Solomon never felt more like an old man than when he and MC sat down at the cafe for coffee and MC had to help him into his seat.

The coffee arrived, MC and Solomon drank it, and Solomon just sighed in relief. This was nice, time with his sweet MC…

The way they made him feel so completely at ease… that smile… those eyes… those eyes were looking very confused-

“Solomon…” “Yes my sweet?” “There’s uh… there’s a giant spider on your head…”

…Solomon looked up and the giant spider fell right into his drink. He wasn’t thirsty anymore.

A little later, he and MC were walking hand in hand through the park, the darkness of the Devildom was almost comforting as the fireflies and pixies created little balls of light that danced around the pair.

It was such a soothing sight to behold, Solomon and MC sat down beneath a giant tree. MC rested their head on his shoulder, and Solomon let out a content sigh. He was just going to rest his eyes for a moment…

Solomon was harshly shaken awake by MC who yelled at him for falling asleep in the presence of pixies. Solomon had completely forgotten that pixies like to possess sleeping people. That was probably why he was awoken in the middle of stuffing his face with cookies that were in his backpack.

The two unanimously decided that it would be best to head back to Purgatory Hall. When the two had just returned to civilization… Solomon heard thunder.

Quick as a flash, Solomon looped his arm around MC’s waist and pulled them closer, using his other hand to draw a circle above them, when the rain began to fall, the two were completely dry thanks to the shield.

“Ha… HA! HAHAHA!” Solomon pointed and laughed at the sky. “GOT YOU BITCH!”

“Solomon..?” MC asked tentatively. “Are you alright?”

The sorcerer looked at his dear sweet perfect MC, gave them a toothy smile, and shook his head. “No darling, I’ve been awake for 56 hours.”

“Wait what? You texted me at two in the morning, you couldn’t have been awake for more than an extra few hours..?”

Solomon peppered MC’s face with sleepy kisses as the rain pattered against the shield. “I have a weird life.”

“You know what, I buy it.” MC sighed fondly. “Do you want to go home and sleep?”

“More than anything, I’ll teleport us home!”

“NO! Let’s just call someone to pick us up!”

#Obey me #Obey me!#Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

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solomons-cooking · 3 years

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Camping with an Outdoorsy MC: Date-ables/Brothers Headcanons

I got inspired by my post about Mammon liking the outdoors (link)

I also love to camp, its what my summer consists of.

As for everything with me, this is self-indulgent

Lucifer:

Type: Cabin

Would rather eat Solomons cooking than wear a flannel

Complete Dad energy

Brings everyone toothbrushes, towels, and amenities

Wants to show off that he can light a fire without magic (he does it with magic and thinks that he fooled everyone)

Loves the sound of the babbling creek

Drinks too much

Lights off fireworks, i imagine him just laughing the whole time, and drunk stumbling to light them

Likes to watch the sun rise

Is the first one awake, but lets everyone sleep in

★

Mammon

Type: Cabin/tent

Actually VERY skilled at outdoors stuff

Lights a fire without magic

Loves to go on walks

Wants to spend as much time with MC as possible (including sneaking in their tent at night)

Hiking/mountain climbing enthusiast

Loves lightening bugs (doesnt harm them)

Loves the idea of being with you by the fire, under the stars

Lights off fireworks with Luci and its v wholesome

An idea: mammon in cargo pants

Has a multitool and uses it

★

Levi

Type: Glamping pod

“Camping is for Normies”

(Secretly doesn't mind)

The lake nearby has water creatures!

Wants to get Henry 2.0 a friend: Lucifer says no

Has his streaming set up in the pod

Pod MUST be temperature regulated

Only comes out at night

^^ UNLESS its swimming time!

References Animal Crossing

Takes MC swimming in his demon form; they find lots of cool things (you know those videos of like stuff you find in the river/lake that people lose? i love those videos idk)

★

Satan:

Type: Hammock

Also brings earplugs

Read book in hammock like a cutie-pie

Looks at stars in hammock with said book like a cutie-pie

Thinks his brothers antics are amusing while camping

*zen satan*

Has a book about botany and asks MC to go on a hike and learn

Pranking Lucifer is priority

Brings a multitool but doesnt use it (just for show)

★

Asmo:

Type: Glamping pod

His camping clothes are hella cute

Like asmo in a light colored flannel with a turtleneck? Fnewnfwf

Would LOVE to cuddle under the stars

He actually decorated his pod (you know we are only staying here for like 2 nights right?)

Takes pictures. Of. Everything.

Complains

Asks MC to go skinny dipping in the lake nearby ( a cute and relaxing moment )

Gathers wildflowers and makes him and mc a crown (Simeon too since he also helped gather)

★

Beel:

Type: Tent, next to Belphie

Gathers firewood, brings a whole tree back

Has his own cooler for his food

Tries to use a fishing rod, just grabs a fish out of the river with his hands

Mega macho beel

Takes MC and Mammon on a mountain hike

He takes walks with Belphie a lot, sometimes they would just sit on a rock and talk.

He brings stuff for s'mores! (he isnt very patient so someone will have to make them for him)

★

Belphie:

Type: Hammock

Sets up a makeshift “star viewing room” (bed sheets between trees, soft lights, all the bedding and pillows ( all bug repellent )

Sleeps practically all day so he can stay up all night and stargaze

Lets Satan stargaze with him, you, and beel.

Tries to do some outdoor activity like hiking or fishing with beel, but he gets injured???

Frequently takes walks with Beel, just bonding walks and enjoying eachothers company

^^ My heart. I think they do that canon tho, like take walks and have bro bonding time wfkjfffhf

★

Diavolo:

Type: Tent

Excited kid energy

Wants to experience human world camping

Family bonding!!!!

Tries to implement the “no magic allowed rule”

Hates his tent, sleeps with luci in his cabin

Thinks the crayfish are neat (accidentally stepped on one (it lived ))

Messiest smore eater in all the 3 realms (how did he get it in his hair??)

Tells embarrassing stories of Lucifer but follows up with stories of amazing things that Luci has done

★

Barbatoes:

Type: ???

Knows what's in store and questions your sanity

Hates this

Wants to leave (he portals back to the devildom)

He literally left

(he makes a quick appearance to aid simeon in gathering flowers/roots/bark for tea!)

★

Solomon:

Type: Tent

Fucker knows how to camp

Brings the bare minimum to survive

Knows a lot about foraging for food

Goes on mushroom hunts and its really cute

Tries to cook /rip

^^^Ends up making fireworks that luci and mammon use later

Likes the campfire smell (i imagine this is what solomon smells like 60% of the time anyway)

★

Simeon:

Type:Cabin

Afraid of bugs

Doesn't really care for camping, only came bc MC and Luci

Loves wildflowers and starts to gather some for MC (Barb appears for this to help)

Brings board games!!!!!!! (jenga gets pretty rough)

Teaches MC how to skip stones on a lakes surface

Imagine- being outdoors with Simeon and his shoulders in the sunlight and his eyes and his smile weoifhiefhweofhw

★

#obey me #obey me headcannons #obey me camping #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me asmo #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #self indulgent

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versadies · 3 years

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Hey!!! How are you?

Congratulations on your 1k followers

Can I request aries + Kazuha + hc scenario + fluffy...?

Today is the last day of the event, I just saw it today, at least it wasn't after the event ended ;w;

⠀

I'm thinking about having a nickname to join the anon squad... Maybe 🇧🇷 anon? Your content came to a Brazilian person! Congratulations on your content reaching someone on the other side of the world :)

in the next life (hc scenario, reincarnation au)

penpal: hi hi, i’m doing great ty 🇧🇷 anon!! i’m so happy to know that my content has reached to the other side of the world 🥺🥺 i hope you like this <<3

prompt: aries the ram, red-string soulmate au

pairing/s: kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

sypnosis: sometimes, happy endings can only happen in another lifetime. (or, hc on how you and kazuha met during the modern era of teyvat)

includes: slight spoilers to inazuma quests (2.0), fluff/slight angsty, reincarnation au, mentions of death, modern au, rushed ending

soulmates has always been one of the things that made teyvat special.

people had all collectively agreed that meeting their soulmate is one of the most treasuring moment, no matter how strange or hilarious the first encounter is like, no one should ever forget the once-in-a-lifetime moment.

with that said, most stories are usually soulmates– specifically how one meets their fated other. historical moments are no exception to this, such as an archon's first ever encounter with their soulmate during an annual rite, a forbidden love between an immortal being and a human, a sweet story of a soldier and a healer during a certain war, and the list goes on.

but where are stories that contains soulmates who had never met one another? or had a tragic fate that gave them no opportunity to get along with their soulmate anymore?

none.

some would say they'll meet in the afterlife, where they can live on in peace as the world goes on. while some would beg to differ and think that the two soulmates are just bound to not meet.

only little would suggest reincarnation.

and you and your beloved soulmate are one of those little people.

but you honestly didn't think that you and kazuha would be the soulmates with a tragic fate.

the both of you had met thanks to the resistance. when beidou decided to introduce kazuha to kokomi, he met you along the way– the right-hand-person of kokomi and his soulmate.

the both of you had instantly clicked when you met, the wide smile the both of you had appeared when you notice each other's red string being connected.

since then, you were inseparable.

on days when your assigned unit didn't need your assistance at the moment, you usually use those times to hung out with the samurai, often talking about each other's adventures and experiences with the best you can.

it was those days when you incredibly cherished the moments, making sure to remember every second of those moments you had with him before going on battles against kujou sara and her soldiers.

unfortunately for the both of you, the memories that you oh-so cherished would be the last one you'll ever make.

"see you in the next life... kaedehara kazuha," you whispered, staring at the samurai as the both of you lie down on the cold ground with soldiers fighting around the both of you, blood gushing out from your mouth. "whether it'd be in the next life or another, may celestia let us have another chance."

you watched as kazuha smiled lightly, his hand shakily trying to reach out to yours until he intertwines it together. "till we meet again, y/n."

as the war between the resistance and the raiden shogun continued, you and kazuha let out your one last breath before passing away.

much to you and kazuha's hopes, the war against the vision hunt decree won victoriously, with the raiden shogun lifting up the decree and brought inazuma back to its usual peaceful life before the decree.

of course, the resistance alongside the traveler paid respects to you and kazuha's passing, telling you that you and kazuha can rest now that they won.

as centuries flew by, teyvat had a major change among the nations. in this particular century, archons and visions had long been forgotten, with technology around the world being more advanced than before. as for soulmates? they still exist fortunately.

then there's you, a person who found joy in traveling around the world and tell the world about it. at least, that's what people think.

to you, you simply wanted to travel around teyvat to find a person named kaedehara kazuha.

recently, you started getting dreams of a man who goes by kaedehara kazuha. some were usually romantic that it gave you butterflies, some were conversations that you sometimes would forget, and of course, the dreams that often haunt you.

most dreams of yours were always lying down beside the man– who was bleeding to death. was this a sign of him dying? what is the purpose of these dreams?

you didn't know why this was happening to you. are you slowly going insane? or were you just overreacting?

whatever it was, you knew that deep down that it has something to do with your soulmate.

you went high and low around each nation you visited, often asking certain people if they've know a man named kaedehara kazuha, only to receive no useful information that could help you.

of course, your only source that could help you find him is the red string that connects you and your soulmate, following the direction it led you with hopes of it twitching as a sign that you're near.

unfortunately, none of the nations you've visited had no signs of who you're looking for.

your last stop is inazuma, a nation that's infamous for having beautiful firework shows and tourist spots. there's not a single place that isn't worth taking pictures of.

the moment you arrived to the nation using a boat,l you came across to a woman whose name is beidou.

"i don't know a man whose name has a kaedehara, but i have a son who coincidentally has the same name as kazuha!" she exclaims with a grin. "i don't think he's the one you're looking for though, i've never seen him hung out with someone like you or anyone else who isn't gorou."

you smile lightly at the woman, trying to not look disappointed. "i see.. thank you again, miss beidou."

she quickly waved you off. "good luck in finding the man you're looking for!"

the moment you immediately checked in ritou, you started exploring around the nation with no plans of stopping, hoping to see at least one person who looks like the man in your dreams or has their red string connected to your finger.

unfortunately, every area you've visited in the land, you still haven't found the end of the string, your hopes slowly dying down as time flew by.

you decided to explore more the next day, deciding to go back to inazuma city and have dinner in one of their infamous restaurants.

as you sat down on one of the stools while waiting for kanbei to cook your meals, you let out a disappointed sigh. if you couldn't find your soulmate anywhere, where could he be?

what if kaedehara kazuha doesn't exist at all? what if he died before you could even meet him and find out what's going on with your dreams?

you let out another sigh, rubbing the back of your neck in frustration. you hoped all of this wasn't a waste of your time. you honestly don't know what to do if you won't be able to find him at all, let alone what happens after you meet him.

unnoticed by you, your red string started twitching nonstop. a man suddenly enters the place, sitting down one seat away from where you are.

"rough day, kazuha?" kanbei asked, not bothering to look away from the pot as he continues to focus on cooking your meal.

"not exactly. i found a perfect spot to write haiku." the man, kazuha, replied.

as kazuha and kanbei continued conversing, you couldn't help but find yourself slowly drifting to sleep, now feeling the exhaustion from your exploration around the nation.

before you could completely pass out on the counter, you immediately woke up from the delicious smell of your meal, looking up to see the chef being finished with your meal already. perhaps the reviews weren't lying when they said this restaurant is fast with services.

you quietly thanked the chef when he placed the meal down in front of you, feeling your mouth watering at the sight of the delicious meal before digging up, still not noticing the red string twitching nonstop due to your focus on filling your hunger.

"thank you again, kanbei." kazuha speaks up as he grabs the packaged food from the chef's hands and hands over the payment.

"always happy to serve, kazuha. see ya tomorrow." kanbei said, watching as the man walks away from the restaurant.

out of curiosity, you glance at who you assume is beidou's son, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of the same man that you've been seeing in your dreams–

along with his red string connecting to yours.

without thinking, you immediately jumped down from your stool, staring at kazuha, who already walked out from the diner without a glance of your direction. "i'll be back and continue eating my meal. apologies for my rudeness!" you exclaim before running towards kazuha's direction without letting a single word come out from kanbei, who was confused at your words.

"kazuha!" you yelled, hoping kazuha would hear your voice despite the sounds of cars and people being loud around the both of you.

you tried to call for the man again, only for you to get frustrated when he still hadn't heard a word from you. was he wearing earphones?!

you immediately look down at your string and back at kazuha, hesitating for a moment before shaking the string aggresively. please, please, please look back! please look like you're him–

you sigh in relief when he finally noticed his string shaking, causing him to stop his trakcs and look behind him to see you running towards him like your life depends on it.

his eyes widens at the sight of you running towards him, your face was all too familiar for him to remember. it can't be, you only existed in his dreams!

the both of you suddenly remember certain memories the both of you didn't even knew you had. memories of which the both of you used to be in. memories of the both of you walking around the infamous serpent head as soldiers trained with all their might for the upcoming war, memories of the both of you watching the stars and wish for the resistance to win victoriously, memories of your past life that you and kazuha had forgotten.

that was enough for kazuha to run towards you as well, his arms suddenly spreading wide open for you to clashed into, dropping his food without a care.

the moment you and kazuha finally had gotten closer, you tackled the man into a hug as tears prickled in your eyes, ignoring the questionable stares the both of you received from people passing by.

"i found you." you whispered, closing your eyes shut as you let out a sound of relief. "after so.. so many months, i finally found you."

kazuha hugs you back, pulling you closer to his body as he sighs in relief. now that there's no more wars or something to run away from, the both of you can start anew and live the life the both of you had wanted back then.

"i missed you."

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Tonight, Dean's brain has decided it's the perfect time for a little screening of Everything I Regret Saying (Or Not Saying) To The Love Of My Life.

Dean's not good with words. Never has been. Sometimes when he was a kid, he'd spend days without talking. By now, he's figured he just has to show instead of tell, otherwise he'll send every relationship he has flying off a cliff simply because he doesn't know how to say what he's thinking.

With Sammy it got easier eventually. He's learned to understand him without words, to know what he's thinking, how he's feeling. Dean's sure Sam knows how much he loves him, even if he rarely tells him. He's very grateful for that.

With Cas, though, things are different. It's not that he's better with words, it's actually the opposite. He wants to tell him so much stuff that he ends up not saying anything he truly wants to. And then they end up hurting each other, because neither of them knows their way with words. If there was a prize for miscommunication, they'd certainly win first place.

So, every time Dean says something wrong, he feels like a teenager with an embarrassing crush, mulling over his own words, regretting them even years after having said them. It's like an endless cycle of self-loathing, which he's an expert on.

Sometimes it's not even his long, big speeches that have the most meaning behind them, but the little sarcastic quips here and there, or the small, quiet sentences spoken in moments of uncertainty. Those are the ones that rewrite themselves in his heart, like lines of a poem carved in stone.

"Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space." I want you to be close to me all the time but I'm scared you'll just want to walk away.

"Morning, sunshine. Want some coffee?" I love that you're here. This is your home.

"I'd rather have you. Cursed or not." There is nothing that could ever change the fact that I love you.

"I need you." I love you no matter what.

"Of course I forgive you." I never wanted you to leave.

Then there's a look of sorrow, or a hug, a pat on the shoulder, a mixtape...

There's always something, and yet that something never seems to be the words that have been lodged in his throat all through the past decade.

Holding the weight of his regrets, Dean lays back on his memory foam mattress and stares at the ceiling. He pictures Cas' eyes from memory. The way they droop when he's tired, and sparkle when he's curious. The way they squint when he's angry or thoughtful, almost cartoonish. I love him, he thinks, with an ironic chuckle. I love him, and I'm never gonna be able to tell him.

Just as he's about to start round two of his self-loathing ritual, there's a knock on the door.

"Yeah, come in."

Cas walks in, wearing a pair of Dean's plaid pajama pants and a Zepp t-shirt. He's holding two steaming mugs that carry the smell of ginger, and his hair is all over the place.

"What's so funny?" Cas asks when Dean starts laughing.

"Dude, you look like a hedgehog."

Cas does not seem to be happy about Dean's comparison, judging by the squint of his eyes. But that just makes it funnier, so Dean smiles deviously at him until the angry facade is gone, replaced by soft, ocean-blue eyes.

"Dean, it's four in the morning. Why are you not sleeping?"

"Well, I could ask you the same thing."

Cas sighs. "I was making some tea." He says, handing one of the mugs to Dean. It warms up his hands when he holds it.

"At the crack of dawn? Sounds like someone's got a bad case of insomnia." He says it like it's a joke, but he's worried. Again, not good with words.

"Yeah. Maybe I do." Cas says in a raspy voice.

Before regretting it, Dean pats the spot beside him two times, signaling for Cas to sit down. Cas walks the short steps towards the bed and sits down slowly, careful not to spill his scalding tea mug on himself. Then, he lays his head back against the headboard and closes his eyes.

Because Dean has no self-control, he scoots closer to the former angel and stares. His eyes trace the slope of his nose and the curve of his eyelashes, and the way his jawline is pointing upwards. He suddenly gets the urge to trace it with his fingers, to feel the stubble growing there. A wave of longing hits him like it's done a thousand times before, and he does nothing to stop it.

A second later, Cas' breath startles Dean out of his internal thinking. That's when he realizes how close their faces actually are. His first instinct is to move away, maybe say some joke about personal space, but he finds himself unable to move an inch. Cas is just watching him intently and shamelessly, and it occurs to Dean that maybe he's not the only one who likes to observe his best friend like he's a renaissance painting.

Since his body has decided to become a full-time statue, all Dean can do is stare at the wooden headboard next to Cas' face. Then he clears his throat quietly and replaces what he wants to say with something else, the way he always does.

"Maybe you could, um, stay here. Y'know, to help with your sleeping problems. A different mattress might, um. It might help."

Cas takes a little while to answer, long enough for Dean to start panicking. But when he's about deflect his offer with a joke or a change of topic, Cas nods. They're still close enough that his hair tickles Dean's forehead when he moves his head.

"Yeah. It might help." Cas says, matching Dean's small, tense tone of voice.

Dean's brain stopped working the minute Cas sat on his bed, but the rest of his body doesn't seem to have gotten the memo. It's moving on its own, and a second later, his forehead is touching Cas'. He feels electricity run through it, like his skin is made of lightning. If Cas weren't human now, Dean wouldn't dismiss that possibility. Dean does his best work to assess the situation, but all he's coming up with is a repetitive whisper of Cas' name inside his otherwise empty head. He does the one thing he's never been able to do, which is voice his exact thoughts out loud.

"Cas..." he whispers, feeling their breaths mix together.

Cas has always been braver than him, so he's the one who closes the gap. He presses his lips against Dean's, so ghost-like and soft that he's not sure it's real. To test that theory, Dean's brain finally restarts with a jolt, and then he's pushing forward, deepening the kiss, which he's now sure is actually happening.

Cas returns the kiss like he's been drowning for ages and can finally breathe again. The electricity Dean felt when their foreheads touched is dialed up to a hundred where their lips are sliding against each other, like tiny little fireworks exploding against his skin. Despite the surreal feeling of kissing the man he's been in love with for ages, it also feels like home. Cas tastes like ginger and honey, and that cherry chapstick Dean bought for him at the grocery store.

Dean traces Cas' jawline with his thumb the way he was imagining just a few minutes earlier, which pulls a sigh out of him. The stubble tickles his skin, and it feels so good he thinks he might explode. A million words unspoken fly through Dean's mind, but he doesn't need any of them at the moment.

They break the kiss to take air, but their foreheads stay in place, aligned with each other perfectly. Cas smiles, and it's nearly blinding. I love you, Dean thinks, except this time, he's sure he'll be able to tell him in the future.

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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So I saw your add calling for us Jean simps and I have an idea for Jean like having a crush on a medical helper or something that deals with medicine

“you could always kiss it better”

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: fluff, season three spoilers, kissing

word count: 1900+

a/n: hi, you guys like my jean stuff so here’s some more

summary: in which jean falls in love with the medical helper who is a part of the survey corps

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It was never a dull day in the survey corps, the injuries that came in after the scouting missions had been increasing ever since the uncovering of Eren being a titan. You had been brought along on every scouting mission always prepared to help the wounded and being almost like a daughter to Erwin gave you some perks. If you could call them that, after your parents had died, Erwin had took you in and here you were in the Survey corps having graduated with the 104th but being assigned to the medical area.

It was of course what you had always wanted to do but you had joined on a whim and now after a couple months of the hectic survey corps. You had settled in sort of, Jean and Armin had had to pretend to be Historia and Eren and it was chaotic to say the least. Being on the run was hassle and you missed everything even the scouting missions outside the walls.

The only thing that made being on the run somewhat enjoyable was the brown-haired flirt, he had always flirted with you when you were both cadets. Nobody having really known how close you and Erwin were until the ceremony of where you chose which regiment you wanted to join.

They had all seen you hug the tall blonde and utter confusion had erupted from them, you told them all about it and Jean and you had gotten even closer. His head would pop in and out of where you stayed after being separated from the main corps. You spent a lot of time with Erwin but after the whole Reiner issue, you and others had joined the Levi squad. Making your time with Jean become a lot more than you had ever anticipated.

He hated wearing the wig and you could almost hear him scowl from beside Levi.

“Behind us look out.” Levi spoke falling to the ground as a wagon with one horse and three men sat upon it taking the bait.

Sasha misspoke but quickly spoke over self, you and Mikasa crouched beside Levi before Mikasa got up and ran. You could almost sense Jean’s frustration and being Eren and second time, you all had followed and were brought to a larger building.

Whilst you and Mikasa peeked through the window you could see Jean and Armin with a man who looked to be groping the blond. You both flew back to Levi who looked uninterested as usual. He spoke to Mikasa and you, you had barely been paying attention to their conversation only hearing his message to the rest of the squad. Your main worry was Jean and how you felt for him always ending up tied up. All you wanted to do was hug the poor boy.

Before you watched over what was happening, staying beside Mikasa you and her both having been strong enough to get in the top ten. You both had always been competitors but now working together you were both prospering.

“If you get the first two guys, I’ll get the other two.” You muttered as four men approached the warehouse. She nods taking out her gear, before you took your own out. You heard the men talking about getting the accurate men before you both pranced on the men .

Having both been behind a wooden container as soon as they walked past you both jumped out, taking the back two, you quickly knocked one of them unconscious whilst Mikasa did the same. You heard a barrel being loaded, before you both knocked out the other two. Both Armin and Jena having gotten out of their own restraints. They tied the two men down before you grabbed one of them, holding him down whilst Mikasa spoke.

“Connie are these four really all of them?”

You heard his faint yeah from one of the windows, you had looked up at the boy as he continued, “no one else in the area.” But hadn’t realised the sound of the man underneath you getting his gun out. At the sound of it you turned but an arrow swooped past you hitting the gun. You looked up seeing Sasha on top of the wooden container.

“Move again, and you won’t like where the next shot hits.” She spoke putting the arrow already through the bow.

“Alright, first we get these guys secured.” Mikasa stood in front of you, both having heard Levi’s words prior. “Then we meet up with the captain.”

“What do you mean?” Armin questioned confused out of his mind.

“Those are his orders.” You answered having tied the man up in the rope, watching him fidget under you.

“I feel disgusting.” Jean mutters on top of a guy after having gotten out of the restraints.

“Are you hurt?” You ask seeing his pretty hair and face., you moved closer to him to make sure he was okay not paying attention to anybody else.

He shows you some cuts that needed some bandages which you had but that was it. Sitting him down you see as Mikasa paces back and forth, knowing you wouldn’t have time to help him now.

“You’ll be fine for a little bit.” You grab his arm helping him up.

“Yeah yeah, Y/n, don’t be too worried, I’ll survive.” You both jump out of the building with your gear soaring through the sky as you see Levi swing past.

“I hear shooting.” Sasha says to Connie, “from there.” She points left as you stood beside Jean.

“Do you think they ran into some trouble?” He speaks not looking at you.

You look forward, “It seems likely.” You pause about to speak looking at Mikasa, “the captain gave us a message, as of now, it’s not just titans.” You see the shock on their faces out of confusion, “we’re fighting humans too.”

“Huh, you don’t mean.” Jean questions but both you and Mikasa fly away from them, going to see the chaos that was occurring.

Everybody follows in tow before Connie notices them, “look there they are.”

You see a bloody Levi swing through following the wagon, before noticing him being chased by men. “What the hell is that?” The question that ran through all your heads came out from Jean’s mouth.

All watching the murder and chaos occurring, “follow the wagon.” Levi speaks, both you and Mikasa nodding, you had seen too many people killed in your life. To be immune to shock in these scenarios, hell you’d killed people yourself, but it was all in the name of justice.

Following Levi’s command as he spoke about how they were trained to kill people; you listened and knew that you’d have to kill even more people. Going with Levi and Mikasa whilst Jean and Armin went to secure the wagon. You knew how life and death worked, and how the world was kill or be killed. But you saw at how Jean had hesitated to kill the person and Armin doing it himself.

You’d have to talk to Jean about it, not wanting him to be overtly upset or guilty about it. You easily slashed through more people, before seeing the men gang up on Armin and Jean, grabbing Jean you took his out of the wagon making him miss their gun shots.

You and the rest of the squad were back in the warehouse where one of the men who you remembered from Trost was. As Levi spoke you bandaged him up, making sure to take care of his wounds. The cut on top of his arm being stitched up with ease, Levi had been speaking to Armin and Jean. The sound of how he talked about being a killer, you had stopped paying attention to the conversation making sure Levi was fine.

He gave a thanks before you moved onto Jean, wrapping the cuts closed he watched as your delicate fingers did all the work. He had been speaking about killing people and you knew that inside he was feeling even more guilty than he should have. You both watched as Levi went to the man who you remembered from Trost. “Are you okay?”

You spoke moving onto his side which had been knocked into the wall when you had grabbed onto him. “I could’ve killed her myself.”

You felt the boy, putting your hand on his side to feel if there was anything wrong. “Jean, murder, it takes a toll on people, but after a while life and death, it’s all the same.”

He looked down in shock at what you had said, “life and death.”

“I’ve seen a lot of it in my lifetime and I know I’ll see even more, by humans and titans, we’re all the same, its kill or be killed.” You coughed out before seeing a bruise, “I can’t fix a bruise.”

He nods before you turn to hear the conversation with Levi and the man, talking about a plan, before you could join them for the plan to take place. “Y/n.” It a whisper but you looked up to him with bright eyes.

“Thank you again, we’ve been through a lot and I guess you’re something consistent in my life.” You nod at the boy, not being able to form words. The intimacy you had felt when touching his waist had sent shoots of fireworks up your spine, but you hadn’t said anything. Being as professional as ever and worrying about Erwin.

As quick as the plan had been told, you had easily knocked out the men and gained two of the MP’s with the man from Trost who you had consistently forgotten his name. You all waited outside the doors of where the torture was occurring, Hanje barging through you saw a sadistically look to do with human torture.

“You’ll be the one to have to fix them up.” Sasha spoke out, you nodded hearing screaming coming from below.

Jean was still wary about the situation and Armin talked about being killers, you didn’t speak up knowing he still felt guilty and felt like a bad person. All you did was give a sympathetic look to the boy; you leaned your head against your arms before feeling Jean’s hands move through your hair.

You enjoyed the sensation, enjoyed his touch and you craved even more from him, “I think I got a scratch on my arm; can you have a look?” He mutters over the screams and shouts from the man downstairs.

“Let me have a look.” You get up, his fingers still in your hair, whilst looking at his other arm, you see the gash, “all I can do is bandage up, I don’t have everything I need.”

He smiles as you take him away from the others, you both go to a different room before you bandage his arm up, “you could always kiss it better.” He smirks out.

“You’re such an idiot.” You mutter but comply, bringing the bandage arm to your lips, you kiss the bandage before kissing his knuckles.

It wasn’t intentional but you had a feeling everything was about to turn to shit, he looked up at you, grabbing your face in his hands. You looked up at the boy, the silence was unsettling with both of you just looking up at each other. “I’d kill…” You tilt your head in confusion, “I’d kill if it meant protecting you.”

You smile at the boy, closing the gap as you felt his soft lips attack to yours. It was slow and soft, a comforting movement, where you moved in sync. It was filled with love and as he brought your closer with his hand grabbing onto the back of your neck, your own fingers rubbed circles on his cheek. It was perfect and you knew that even with the chaos approaching you both had each other.

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troublesometrollhunters · 3 years

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So many characters that don't have any love. Can you write something for Valentine's with Krel? (If you don't want too I understand) Perhaps he's trying talk a girl (or the reader your choice) but doesn't understand Valentine's day, like 'im supposed to condense my love for someone down to just one day of expression? What pressure earthlings have' kinda thing. (Or honestly you can do this for anyone your the amazing writer)

"Krel. Aja. I have discovered something while doing research on this planet and its appears important." Mother states. Krel finishes a homework question before listening.

"Yes Mother?" He questions as Aja hums in acknowledgement continuing to text Steve.

"It is the human month known as February. In this month, humans celebrate what is known as Valentiens Day. Are you aware of what is expected on this day?" The computer asks. Aja and Krel pause looking at each other.

"What is this Val-en-times?" Aja asks confused.

"Valentine's." Krel corrects before looking up at the ceiling to listen to Mother.

"Valentine's is a day in which humans celebrate their love and connection to others. They give gifts and have elaborate dates. As you are both courting I thought you should be aware." She informs.

"Oh how lively!" Aja states before looking at her phone. She begins texting Steve about Valentine's asking more about it.

"When is it?" Krel asks as he pushes aside his homework. This was far more important at the moment.

"Two weeks my Royals." Mother hums.

"Two weeks? That's not nearly enough time!" Getting up Krel runs out of the room as Aja calls after him asking what he's doing. Krel only has a day to show how much he cares. He needs to do something spectacular for you! Something other worldly.

Smiling as he goes into his workshop, closing the door Krel hums. Good thing he was not from your world.

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You haven't seen Krel in two weeks. You'd been hoping to hang out after school like you always did, but he was really busy apprentally. Aja drops off his homework at school but he's away "sick." Something about a bug you heard.

You tried to ask Aja what's going on but she just shrugged telling you it had something to do with a bug, body autonomy, and hearts.

You assumed Krel was holed up in Mother focusing on his parents cores. At least you assumed that until you get a text from the King in Waiting.

Entering Mother after school you pause looking at his message. He had a surprise for you. That was it. That was the message. Two weeks with no communication after constant texts and calls and now he wanted you to come over.

"Hey Mother. Ummmm... Is Krel alright?" You ask confused.

"Oh yes. The King of Waiting is fine. He has caught the love bug as you humans call it." Scrunching your nose confused you wonder if he was breaking up with you or if he was sick. Everyone was giving you mixed messages.

Mother lets out a robotic chuckle. "He is in his workshop waiting for you. He has what he calls, a surprise." Humming in understanding Mother stops talking and you begin walking away.

Going into Krel's workshop it was a mess. Which was not like him. He was curentully fiddling with something, tools spread out in front of him as screws, wires, nails, and soddering metal laid scattered across the floor.

"Uh Krel...?" Looking up he nods at you before going back to his project.

Weird.

"You humans are strange." He hums as you walk closer. Snorting at his greeting you look at what he's working on before walking around the Mothership, observing it's advanced technology. Not exactly where you expected to spend Valentines Day but it was beautiful none the less. All the light blue lights and glowing neon wires made surprisingly romantic mood lighting.

"I could say the same for Akriddions." You respond with a teasing smile. Krel rolls his eyes but bumping his shoulder as you sit next to him at his workbench, he chuckles.

"I assure you, you are the weird ones." He states but his tone is playful so you shrug it off knowing he's half joking.

"So two weeke no communication. This must be big. What's the surprise you were talking about?" Krel hums as he continues tinkering.

"Yes... yes almost there." He responds dismissively. Nodding knowing this is just how he is, you watch as he works on an advanced piece of tech.

"I don't understand this Valentine's. Humans picking one day and deciding thats the most important day to celebrate love. I love you all days. But because of the hoilday... I wanted this one to be special." Blushing as Krel begins talking about what he loves about you, why he wants you to be by his side you hear a click. "FINALLY." He states.

"Krel what are you making?" You question. You were confused and a little angry but after his speech about love you had to believe this was important. That you were important to him.

"A gift." He finally says.

Looking at him unsure he smiles. One hand takes yours before another twists his newest machine. The cylindrical shape opens and there's a shiny crystal inside. Tapping the crystal, light shot out from the machine reflecting off the rock. That light went everywhere and soon images began to form. Your eyes went wide as detailed holograms filled the room, moving pictures surrounded by stars flashing across your vision.

"Krel what...?" You mumble in awe.

"Just watch." He hums. Nodding you watch as the holograms shift, you notice you and Krel are in all of them. Memories. These were all the memories you'd made together.

Your first meeting at school, becoming friends and getting closer, hanging out together in class, sharing jokes, finding out he's an Akriddion, admitting your feelings, your first kiss, your first date, and so many more.

"Krel how did you...?" You mumble amazed. Reaching out for a memory you tap the holgram and it changes, shifting into a different memory.

"Two weeks. It took two weeks to scan through my favorite memories of us and then code them. But it was worth it." He states.

The artificial stars swirl around the room and your memories and you notice it's not any system you've ever seen. Reaching out for a star it explodes in your hand, a shower of glitter and fireworks shining down. "Akriddion has beautiful stars. I hope someday I can take you too see them." Squeezing your hand face blue, you smile leaning on Krel's shoulder.

"Someday I will." You hum kissing his cheek. That was a promise.

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imagines-oneshots-galore · 3 years

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For Science

A/N: Hello all, it’s been a hot fucking minute. Some things have changed in how I write/ When i write/ etc. So I have no idea when I’ll get the time to write. Which brings me to the reason for this fic. I started watching the originals, and was immediately obsessed. Personally, I’m an Elijah girl, but this popped into my head and I couldn’t get it out fast enough. Wrote this in two hours 😅 Hope it’s okay! It was my first time writing for the Mikaelsons.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1,587

Summary: It’s the Fourth of July, Klaus isn’t home, Rebekah is oddly silent and Elijah, Hayley and Y/N decide to conduct a scientific experiment.

Warnings: Some saucy implications, swearing, Klaus, innuendos

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Rebekah was up to something, a notion they could all agree on. Elijah, Hayley and Y/N sat on the couch in the living room of the Mansion, not hearing a sound despite knowing she was home. The one person who wasn’t present, was Klaus.

Thus, Rebekah was definitely up to something, but what it could be?

Lots of possibilities, with many different levels of peril, all designed specifically for one Niklaus Mikaelson. They knew they should probably get involved, especially Y/N, whose very boyfriend was the one at risk. But they also knew the outcome would be spectacular, so they all silently decided to do nothing. For now, Y/N would continue to write on her computer, and Hayley and Elijah would continue reading the same book together.

It may be a national holiday, but they had other things that required their attention at the moment.

A loud crash came from above them, followed by a curse only heard by the ones with supernatural hearing. They all looked up to the ceiling, right where they knew that Klaus and Y/N’s room was located. Simultaneously, they looked back to each other, one more silent conversation later, and they returned to their activities.

Hayley felt a buzz against her hip, and she knew it was Elijah’s. She reached between them to grab the phone, opening the notification.

“Klaus just texted saying he was on his way, based on the colorful vocabulary, I’d say the negotiation with Marcel didn’t go as planned,” Hayley said quietly to the group, not loud enough for Rebekah to hear as she showed the text to Elijah.

“He said he’ll be here in a few minutes. I wonder, should we tell her of her expedited deadline?” He muttered, thumbs poised working as he replied to his brother.

“Hell no,” Y/N laughed, and soon as it happened, the three paused, making sure Rebekah wasn’t listening into the conversation now. When nothing was heard yet, they all let out a collective breath.

“I want to see this play out, without interference” She said, softer this time as a wicked smirk came upon all of their faces.

“A scientific experiment, if you will,” Hayley said, suppressing the urge to laugh.

“Yes, for science.” Elijah said, and without another word, they all resumed what they were doing moments ago.

As promised, minutes later, Hayley and Elijah heard the faint hum of Niklaus’s vehicle. Apparently, Rebekah did as well, judging by the way they all heard another curse, followed by a frantic shuffling, and then she ran down the stairs and into the foyer.

She was slightly out of breath, and her eyes looked wild. The most damning piece of evidence was the lone feather sitting in her hair.

It didn’t take a conversation to know they would keep that information to themselves. Letting the cards fall where they may, in the name of knowledge. Rebekah smoothed out her shirt, letting out a breath as she walked over to sit next to Y/N on the adjoining couch. She picked up a random book as the car drew closer.

“I hope that I can trust you all to agree that I was here the whole time,” Rebekah said sweetly, an underlying threat laced in her words as she kept her gaze on the book.

“As long as my room isn’t destroyed,” Y/N said just as sweetly, and Rebekah paled slightly. Y/N may still be human, but she was still able to make Rebekah gulp.

“Rebekah…” She began to warn, right as they heard Klaus make it to the driveway. Only moments now.

“I will fix it myself but please say nothing,” She whispered, speaking fast, pleadingly, and before Y/N could agree or deny, Klaus sped into the mansion. His posture was tense, and his brow was furrowed. They all knew Hayley’s suspicion was correct.

“Marcellus Gerard is a conniving twit and I will be glad when we finally dethrone the treacherous bastard,” He huffed, as his gaze shifted to his girlfriend, and he softened in front of their eyes. He plopped down behind her, pulling her body closer to his chest. His hands traced down her arms as he whispered loud enough for only her to hear. Not that any of them would want to hear whatever it was. Based on their facial expressions, it wasn’t hard to guess what was being said.

“I rather think a long relaxing wash in my multi-headed shower sounds rather spectacular before the upcoming night of festivities” Klaus grinned into her skin. She shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck, and she began to nod her head. But then she opened her eyes and gazed back upon Rebekah, with the damn feather in her hair.

She quickly thought of an excuse.

“I’ll be up in a moment, I have a couple more things I need to write down before I forget them.” She said, a little breathy. Both at the thought of what was promised, and her being put on the spot. Then another thought crossed her mind, as Klaus nodded, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

If she didn’t say anything, she would surely not get to experience whatever Klaus was cooking up in his gorgeous head. But if she told him. He might forgive Rebekah’s attempted prank in favor of private time with his girlfriend. She locked eyes with Rebekah, and saw that she knew what Y/N had on the line.

After a tense millisecond, Y/N rolled her eyes, and let Klaus get up without another word. Rebekah breathed out imperceptibly, and Hayley rested her mouth against Elijah’s shoulder to conceal her smile.

Right before he left, Klaus turned and looked at Rebekah.

“There’s a feather in your hair sister,” He said, before turning back around, as Rebekah frantically pulled the feather from her blonde curls.

Klaus finally left with a pleased smile on his face, and suddenly they all felt a bit guilty.

Only for a moment though, he had staked and tortured (except for Y/N and Hayley of course, though Hayley was not immune to his taunts and quips) them many times over the centuries.

“Thanks for telling me,” She growled quietly, and Elijah casually looked up at his sister.

“For the results to be as accurate as possible, we could not interfere” He said matter of factly, as Hayley nearly snorted, her hand gripping his button up shirt. He reached up to grab hers, and brought it to his lips.

Before Rebekah had the chance to ask what the hell he was talking about, they collectively heard Klaus open his door, and then a mechanical grinding. Something that sounded like a liquid fell to the floor as Klaus cried out in clear surprise. Moments later, and a loud wooshing sound was heard.

It was silent for a few moments, and everyone waited in bated breaths for what was to come next.

“REBEKAHHH!” Klaus screamed dramatically, and before the name was even finished, she was out of the door, running away like her life depended on it. Probably because it did.

The group busted out laughing, and Hayley and Y/N looked to each other. Another wooshing sound and there he was.

Covered in thick chocolate syrup and a shit ton of feathers stood a murderous Klaus Mikaelson. Even the stoic Elijah couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips at the clever prank.

“First, Marcellus turns down a perfectly good exchange of power, then my sister proverbially tars and feathers me, and now I begin to realize that my sweet Y/N let her devoted boyfriend walk right into a trap,” He said, continuing the dramatics as always.

“Happy American Independence Day brother” Elijah sighed, as fireworks started up outside. Hayley turned excitedly to the window, and his gaze turned to her, adoration clear on his face. Without another word, he stood up, Hayley cradled in his arms as she yelped at the sudden movement.

“If you’ll excuse us, I will be going to take my partner to watch the fireworks,” And he ran out of the room before Klaus had the chance to argue, Hayley’s giggle echoing in the wind.

Klaus huffed indignantly, getting himself all worked up again. Y/N lifted the laptop from her lap, setting it to the side so she could make her way to her whining boyfriend.

“I’m going to find Rebekah, and when I do I’ll…” He ranted, Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck, not caring about the sticky transfer of chocolate sauce and feathers onto her clothes. His arms wound around her waist as she quietly interrupted his threats.

“Pretend to laugh it off, to lull her into a false sense of security. Then you’ll come back to me to plan your revenge,” Her lips ghosted over the skin of his neck as she spoke, before her tongue darted up to lick a bit of the dark syrup.

“For now, I promised you a nice long shower,” She said as she pulled away, and met his signature smirk.

“You are truly wicked my dear,” He all but growled, pulling her harder against his body as she giggled. “I believe you are correct, I will most definitely be needing your assistance, love,” And as soon as the words left his lips, he picked her up and ran them to the washroom, the need for revenge forgotten for now.

A solid day's work in the name of Science.

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