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jinkicake · 4 years

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You Call Him Daddy?!

You accidentally call them daddy in front of the team.

Aone Takanobu x Reader

Sawamura Daichi x Reader

For you, sweet Anon! I kinda rambled about Aone,,, uhhhh,,,, I just had so much to say about him! This is my first time writing for him and I had a lot of thoughts.... too many Aone thoughts..... I think his is the longest one I’ve written.... LOL bruh,, I was looking at my other posts and realized I have been spelling ‘accidentally’ wrong every entire time wtffff i-

SMUT

WC- 2,517

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Aone Takanobu

Aone… is a service top,,,,, come on we all know he is

Like you cannot tell me this King wouldn’t treat you right, he is one of the ONLY haikyuu boys I would trust enough to marry

TBH mans doesn’t say shit and he isn’t going to say shit when you call him daddy in front of the team

The team though,,,, shit is going to go down like these mfs are going to combust

You have Futakuchi just standing there speechless with a proud look all over his face as he slowly starts clapping

And sweet Sakunami is like….. ‘did you guys hear sum….”

Ugh there is so much I could say about Aone….. like he would try to be sooo gentle with you just because he is a gentle person,,,, a sweet angel whose only concern is that no one will sit next to him on the train…. HOWEVER, despite as gentle as he tries to be this man still has power. Therefore,,,, you’re gonna get your guts rearranged, isn’t that nice?

Anyway,,,, let’s get into it!!

So basically….. it’s after practice and you’re there talking to Mai while waiting for the mf clowns to hurry up

And of course, Futakuchi wants to keep practicing a little bit so you’re like whatever fine,,,,,, since Aone was staying after too

You don’t really mind too much because Mai decided to stay a little longer as well but as soon as she left you grew tired fast, you had been sitting on the floor against the wall for over 40 minutes and all you want to do is go to sleep

You try to hold your tongue and not be rude because,,,, you don’t want to interrupt your boyfriend’s personal practice but gawwwwd were you bored

Instead, you innocently look around,,,,, innocently, however, your eyes keep going back to the tall blocker…. You glare at him so he notices your anger

Aone does and stares at you with a frown like he can’t figure out what he did wrong,,,,,,, you puff your cheeks out in retaliation

Behind him you see Futakuchi looking at you with a smug expression like 0.0 ,,,,,,, and then Aone looks at him disapprovingly

“What, I was just trying to join in on the conversation,” Futakuchi jokes and slaps Aone’s back before focusing back on the court

You’re like two seconds away from stomping your feet in retaliation,,,,, it’s nearly eight o’clock!!!

So with the anger of a very tired student, you begin walking around and cleaning up the stray balls

You start doing anything to hurry up their practice so you can finally leave with your boyfriend in tow, Sakunami gives you a thankful smile and you feel your irritation slightly diminish

There is something about the first year that you have just come to adore,,,,, not all first years though....

“Yo!” Koganegawa calls and you glance at him, your eyes widen when you notice the volleyball fly past your face. It misses you by a hair

You feel your eye twitch but still, inhale a deep breath to calm yourself down before turning to Futakuchi

“Kenji, when are you guys going to finish practice?” You ask sweetly and the captain looks deep in thought before shrugging

“I don’t know like 40 mins” He responds and you can’t help but whimper and gently stomp your foot, your boyfriend notices your change in attitude and glares at his friend,,,,,, “Fine like 10 minutes” Futakuchi groans and you have to hold yourself back from kissing your boyfriend senseless

That’s how you find yourself in the storage closet minutes later, placing the volleyballs in their respective corners

Aone follows closely behind you, not that you notice, and you nearly scream when you feel his arms wrap around your waist. Your boyfriend curls over your form to rest his chin on your shoulder, gently kissing your skin apologetically….. so he did pick up on the reason for your attitude!

You reach up and ruffle his light hair, giggling when you feel his smile against your neck

“Sorry I was acting so annoyed, I’m just really tired,” You tell him and his arms tighten around you

“That’s okay” Aone mumbles and you nearly melt, it isn’t often that you hear from him but when you do….. it makes you turn into a flustered mess

“I just wanted to go home, daddy” You whisper back quietly,, Aone pulls you flush into his chest and you squeak at the contact

However, when you hear a ball dropping behind you,,,,,,, you glance back in shock at the horrified first year

Sakunami opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, he slowly backs out of the closet and nearly trips when he runs away

“DADDY?!” Koganegawa mimics and Futakuchi pushes him out of the storage closet doors

“What are you talking about-“ He starts but cuts himself off but an impressed gasp when he notices your shocked face,,,, Futakuchi only smiles at his friends back and pretends to wipe a proud tear from his face

“You didn’t hear what you think you did….” You try and cover up but Koganegawa only repeats the word,,,,,, Futakuchi simply shrugs innocently

“I’ll give you your time alone,” He quietly closes the closet door and you sigh at the darkness

“Let me turn on a light-“ You start but Aone pins you to the nearest wall, his hands are gentle on your hips and you gasp at the suddenness of it all

“My love,” He starts and your eyes widen at the heat pooling between your thighs “stay quiet”

“Daddy, please. Please, please, please.” You beg, already taken over by pleasure. Aone continues to slowly thrust into you in a way that leaves you breathless and crying for more. His low grunts ring throughout the room and you whimper when you notice how his biceps flex with every thrust.

Each stroke of his hard cock is so powerful that it nearly sends you into the headboard, you rake your nails along his ribs and tighten around him at the way his abdomen ripples under your touch. “I need more, daddy, please give me more.”

Aone reaches down and rubs away the tears that spilled onto your cheeks with his thumb, he softly cups your cheek and leans down to kiss you. The kiss is a simple peck and you whine when he pulls away, however, your whines don’t last for very long. Your boyfriend picks up the pace and begins to snap his hips into yours, your breasts bounce with every thrust and you can’t help the way your voice shakes.

“Yes, yes, thank you daddy-“ You praise and moans of appreciation leave your lips so frequently, he is ruining you. There is something about the way he moves his hips so skillfully, how he thrusts into you so deeply but still manages to brush against your g-spot every time. It runs you up the wall and you’re so far gone you can barely focus on anything but him.

Aone moves to rest on his forearms, leaning directly on his left side while his right hand reaches down to move your clit back and forth between his large fingers. His movements are slow and cautious, in a very teasing pace to build up the pleasure. Aone always winds you up so tightly before letting you snap, he is so focused on you. You mewl and arch your back, pressing your chest directly in his own, as he begins to rub circles into your clit. You open your mouth to say something but no words come out, that look in your eyes nearly makes his hips stutter and your boyfriend leans down to whisper his command.

“Cum.”

Sawamura Daichi

Let me start off by saying that all the captains have daddy kinks, no I will not be taking criticism

There is not ONE captain who doesn’t exude daddy energy…. I would love to see someone try to prove me wrong~~~ </333

Anyway,,,, Daichi is not called the dad of the team because he is mature and shit,,,,, no that is not the reason

Daichi is the daddy™ of the team, get it right, do I really have to explain this one

Like yessss feed us bitches who have issues with their fathers, yessss where my daddy kink bitches at? We are eating good tonight!

Daichi isn’t my favorite daddy captain, it will always be Ushijima Kita, but lawwwwd he does make me act up

I thought about it for a while,,,,, how Daichi would react to being called daddy in front of his team and honestly,,,,, I don’t really know…..

His team is such a mess that instead of being embarrassed or anything he would have to calm them down because they’re losing their minds like he does not have the time to be embarrassed ya know

Daichi is a soft daddy,,,,, like come on you have a crazy mf like Sugawara and you expect him not to be soft

Tbh I hardcore ship Daichi with that cute girl from the girls’ volleyball team like ugh her crush on him is sooooo cute,,,, idk why that is relevant I just wanted to point out how adorable and sweet they are ….. power couple!!

“He has a daddy kink,” Kiyoko points at the picture with the blonde in a yellow uniform, the two of you are going through the Spring High volleyball magazine

“Didn’t he hit on you one time, lucky bitch” You gasp dramatically and Kiyoko rolls her eyes before flicking your forehead,,,, it is only the two of you in the gym before practice starts

Your once shy friend is laid back and comfortable, out of her shell since it is only the two of you

“Daddy kink” She points to middle blocker daddy!matsukawa from Seijoh and you give her an approving nod

“Daddy kink” You then point to the ace ugh iwaizumi </3 and Kiyoko draws a heart over his face

“Daddy kink, daddy kink, daddy kink,” She begins pointing to numerous members from Seijoh “they all have daddy kinks”

“Somebody is eager,” You playfully flirt and she presses her fingers to your cheek to push you away

“Omg do Karasuno, please I need to know your thoughts!” You beg and flip to your own school’s team, Kiyoko looks at you cautiously before taking a deep breath in

She refuses to speak but points at Asahi and you nod in agreement “I believe so as well” You whisper and she chokes on her laughter

Kiyoko glances at you experimentally and then points at Daichi,,,,, she stares at you and watches as you try to hide your expression

“Well… not that I would know-“ You lie and she pushes your shoulder,, you dramatically stand up in front of her with your hands on your hips “Yes. He does have a daddy kink” and then Kiyoko laughs loudly, covering her mouth as she falls over and wheezes

“Girl fuck you, you expect me to fuck Daichi and not call him daddy?” You ask and she tries to wave you off

“(Y/N), I’m not judging-“ She cries, clutching her sides as you continue to scream random nonsense

“No, I do call Daichi ‘daddy’ and what about it? Tell me you wouldn’t also!” Your voice echos throughout the empty hollow gym and, not to your knowledge, outside the doors as well

Kiyoko continues to laugh loudly, her angelic laughter is something you know the second years would kill to hear, however when she glances at the open doors she immediately closes back up again

She grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit back down beside her, trying to act like you two weren’t just discussing what you call Daichi late at night

Someone clears their throat from the doorway and you glance up to see your boyfriend along with the other third years and a few second years

“H-Hey” your voice cracks and Kiyoko covers her face with the magazine to hide her laughter, her shoulders shake violently beside you “what are you guys up to?” You glance around the gym and try to ignore the silence

“Not much~” Sugawara sings and walks up to you, he grabs the magazine and points at himself before whispering, “daddy” he solidifies the secret with a wink and you burst out laughing

Kiyoko stands up and tries to hide her face into the wall to hide the way she is laughing so hard

“I can’t be here,” You choke and get up, walking past your boyfriend who stares at you with an emotionless expression

You know he heard everything~~

“Daddy,” You giggle as you continue to roll your hips on Daichi’s lap, you let out an exaggerated moan when you feel his cock harden beneath you. Teasingly you bite your bottom lip and flirt with his eyes, continuing to grind against him. Daichi simply ignores you and you move your lips to his neck, trying to get some sort of reaction from him.

You lick at his skin and release a muffled moan when you bite down on his skin. You’re acting so cocky right now, so driven by lust that you’re acting so foolishly in front of your boyfriend.

“Come on, fuck me.” You push your chest into his, purposely rubbing your breasts against him. Daichi leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours, pulling away whenever you get too close.

“Why should I fuck you when you’ve been nothing but naughty?” He asks and you bring your finger up to tap your chin before you laugh softly again.

“Hmm because I asked, daddy.” You lean up on your knees and press your lips to his, Daichi swiftly smacks your ass. His hand stings your flesh and you whimper but can’t help the smile that grows on your face from getting what you want. “Mmm just like that~” You laugh breathily and Daichi positions you down onto his thigh, you mewl at the feeling of his strong muscle pressed underneath you. His hand comes up to wrap around your throat, teasingly he squeezes the sides of your neck and watches the way your eyes cloud up at. “Yes, daddy.”

You try to kiss him once more but you’re unable to move due to the hold he has on you. Daichi continues to bring his hand down and spank you over and over, his slaps are harsh but you happily take them as you feel the liquid pooling between your legs.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Daichi asks and his eyes narrow warningly at you, you pretend you don’t notice. You know he is referring to earlier today.

“I’m sorry, daddy?” You apologize but you can’t help but wonder if you really are sorry or not, you give him another cheeky smile and Daichi slaps your ass once more while cutting off your flow of air.

“You love your punishments, don’t you baby girl?” He asks and you nod eagerly. “I know, god, I’m going to fuck you so good.”

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songbookff · 3 years

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Hey! I love your writing. ☺ I think at one point I saw you had an ask for an Amileia fic where their relationship was revealed in a funny and romantic (or maybe slightly steamy? 😉) game of truth or dare or never have I ever or something. Anyway, I think you said you weren't up for writing it at the time and I just wanted to throw out there (while still respecting your boundaries) that a fic like that sounds really cool and I'd love to read something like that!

Ah thank you for asking again! I have written a little something below. I'm not sure it's exactly what you asked for, but um...I hope it will satisfy your Amileia need. ☺️

"We are going to be in sooooo much trouble."

"Only if we get caught." Poe winked and dropped to the floor to do a combat roll through the door and across the hall.

"We are soooo getting caught," moaned Rose.

Rey and Finn both looked equally as nervous, but they tiptoed down the hallway after Poe. Sneaking off the base to visit the near by town had been Poe's idea after all. He claimed people did it all the time to enjoy a late night at the bar.

Sneaking out had been easy. Sneaking back in was proving to be more of a challenge. The back door they had propped open had been closed and sealed so they had to take the long way around back to their bunks.

"Shit." Poe peered around a corner and held up a hand to stop the others. "There's someone in OPS."

"At this hour?"

"Apparently we weren't the only ones out of bed," muttered Finn.

Poe peered around the corner again, and then got down on his hands and knees to crawl towards the windows of the OPS room. The other three exchanged a look before Rey shrugged and they followed suit.

Poe had a pained expression on his face when the other's joined him. "It's the General."

Rose let out a small squeak and clamped her hands over her mouth. Finn shushed her while Poe peaked over the edge of the window and then ducked back down again to crawl by. The four went on their hands and knees across the the floor to where the open door way to OPS was.

"You're hovering..." Leia's voice floated from the room and the four froze in fear before another voice answered the General.

"I didn't want to interrupt."

Poe bravely peaked around the doorway and reported back to his friends. "That's Vice Admiral Holdo."

"I woke up alone..." Four mouths dropped in the hallway at Amilyn's words.

"I'm sorry, dear. I couldn't sleep." Leia let out a deep sigh.

Finn looked at the others nervously and whispered, "We should not be listening."

Poe shushed him and peered back into the room. Amilyn was leaning her hip against the edge of the holo-table where Leia stood looking at the holographic positions of the enemy ships in the sector.

"You need sleep." Leia shook her head at Amilyn's words so the purple haired woman lifted herself up on the table, sitting on the edge with her legs swinging. "Leia, come back to bed."

"You're impossible."

"I know."

Amilyn reached out and dragged Leia towards her, positioning the other woman between her legs and gave her shoulders a squeeze. Then she closed the space between them with a gentle kiss to Leia's lips.

Poe quickly removed his head from the doorway, his cheeks burning with color. Rey raised an eyebrow and he mouthed, "They're kissing."

"What?" hissed Rose in disbelief and she and Rey clambered over Poe to sneak a peak themselves. Finn just put a hand to his face in exasperation. The girls saw their General gently making out with her Vice Admiral on the OPS holo-table.

"They're so cute!" whispered Rose when they hid themselves again from view.

"Do you think they're distracted enough for us to sneak by?" asked Finn.

"They seemed pretty busy," muttered Poe, still flustered by what he had witnessed.

"Well, let's just go then. The faster we get back to our bunks the better."

"Of course, the question remains: what are you doing out of your bunks?" The four jumped at the sound of the General's voice so close in proximity.

Leia leaned against the open doorway, arms crossed against her chest, eyebrow raised in question. One by one, Poe, Rey, Finn, and Rose picked themselves up off the floor and stared guiltily at their commanding officer. And when Amilyn appeared on the other side of Leia, Poe's cheeks flushed bright red again.

"If I told you we came to study the position of the stars, would you believe me?" He asked innocently.

"Not on your life, Dameron."

"It's my fault, Leia," started Rey, stepping forward, but Leia raised a hand to stop her.

"Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood. And I really want to get back to my own bunk. So I'm going to pretend I never saw you." Four eager pairs of eyes lit up. Leia shook her head in amusement. "Get out of my sight before I change my mind."

The four took off down the hallway at a full sprint, not willing to test the General's goodwill. Amilyn let out a chuckle at their retreating figures. "If only they knew how many times you were out of your bunk at their age."

"Sometimes it's good to be the General." And Leia pressed a kiss on Amilyn's cheek before leading her back to their own bunk.

#amileia #amilyn holdo #leia organa

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saijspellhart · 4 years

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Oh noes! They're snowed in! And it's SOOOOO cold, they even have to share a bed! 😱😱😱

“Avalanchemon!” was the last thing Ladybug heard before she—and subsequently half of Paris—was buried under a mountain of snow.

She expected the cascade of snow to hit harder, to feel more crushing, feel colder, and even braced herself for it. But… something hard and warm had barreled into her chest at the last second, painfully knocking the wind from her lungs and sending them tumbling through the door of a nearby house. A wall of snow followed them inside, spilling harmlessly over their legs, but woefully sealing their exit.

“I take it that akuma was a digimon fan…” grumbled a very familiar voice. “I bet the new reboot really pissed him off.”

Ladybug coughed out a mouthful of snow, and managed to chortle, “He’s certainly raising hail.”

Her partner’s sweet timbre returned a chuckle next to her ear and added, “You’d think all this snow would help him chill out.” It was enough to send shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with blanket of snow covering them both.

For a moment it felt like home, like old times and security. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes to blink up at him that the sleek black leather and warm chartreuse of her memory melted and she was left staring up at pale ivory and sinister magenta.

An awkward silence settled between them, like someone driving a wedge between hearts that had, for the briefest moment, locked fingers. His pupils narrowed into nothing more than slits, as realization seemed to dawn on him. That once soft expression hardening until it was just as cold as the snow around them.

Chat Blanc pushed himself off of her, dislodging some of the ice, and shook himself free from the rest of it. Her breath held when he crawled away from her, slinking low. The temptation to laugh scraped the back of her throat because those Floofy ears of his were stained pink on the tips, and his usually luxurious tail fur was caked with clumps of snow.

“We can’t get out,” he stated flatly.

“What?” Ladybug kicked free of the snow mound and turned towards him, brushing it off her suit.

Chat shoved at a window, but it wouldn’t budge against the wall of white outside. She watched him stalk across the room to the other side, and attempt the other windows, all yielding the same results.

“We should try a higher floor,” she suggested, “maybe something up there will open?”

Chat Blanc started for the stairwell before she even finished the sentence, all too eager to find some sort of escape. No doubt, dreading the thought of being confined so near the spotted heroine; the only person capable of taking away his akumas. Ladybug followed after him, her heart holding out hope that they weren’t trapped inside this building while a snow akuma plunged France into an early ice age.

“No!” Chat bellowed, his voice echoing down the stairwell. “No no no no!”

Ladybug arrived on the top floor only to witness Blanc acting like a caged animal; he scratched against blocked windows, pushing at panes that hardly budged. His claws gouged paint chips from the frames and splintered wood. In one room he ripped the widow from its frame, and began digging wildly into the snow. His hands shoveling desperately at the wall of packed ice until his breaths came out as ragged wheezing.

And still he never reached the top.

About five feet up his tunnel of desperation, the snow collapsed.

If she had not been there to dig him out he might’ve been stuck, might’ve frozen to death. That close shave seemed to finally bring the realization of their predicament down upon Chat Blanc.

We’re trapped in here, together.

Him and Ladybug, snowed in together, until one of the other heroes defeated the akuma and dug them out. It was Blanc’s worst nightmare made a reality, while on the other hand it was Noir’s dream come true.

Chat felt all sorts of conflicted.

Ladybug on the other hand was weighing her options. There were at least five other heroes, and Carapace was more than capable of bestowing a new miraculous if the situation called for it, being the new Guardian of the Miracle box. Statistically someone had to be able to fight this akuma.

She gave her lucky charm a shot, but only managed to conjure up a blanket. It seemed to be a sign that even their miraculous thought they should just wait this one out.

“This is your fault,” Chat snarled, curling his lip at her.

“Excuse me!?” Ladybug retaliated, planting a hand on her hip. “I didn’t cause that akuma!”

“You almost got yourself trapped under that avalanche. If I didn’t have to save you we wouldn’t even be stuck in here now!”

“You never had to save me! That was a decision you made all your own, Chat.”

He opened his mouth to object, but shut it again, pressing his lips in a tight line.

Their argument interrupted when her miraculous beeped its warning.

To her absolute surprise, Chat Blanc offered her privacy while she slipped away to the seclusion of a closet to feed her Kwami and recharge her powers. He muttered something about having no interest in her miraculous, and that he wasn’t like other akumas. Despite his earlier unfounded accusations Marinette couldn’t help but feel a sting of fondness for his more gentlemanly side.

It was Noir. Chat Noir would never take her miraculous. Just like it was probably Noir that tackled her, to protect her from the avalanche. Before he’d turned white she’d trusted him implicitly. It seemed that trust was not misplaced, because even as an akuma he was trying to protect her.

“What did you see when you conjured the Lucky Charm?” asked Tikki between nibbles of a macaron.

“The uhhh… the magic highlighted… Chat.” Marientte played with one of her pigtails, and tried to will the blush out of her cheeks.

“Nothing else?” the kwami pressed, “What part of Chat was highlighted?”

“All p-parts of Chat,” she stuttered out, “and nothing else… just Chat. I didn’t tell him that though,” she quickly amended. “He thinks the Lucky Charm didn’t work.”

“Seems to me the Lucky Charm wants you to stay warm… together?” Tikki winked and took another mouthful of cookie.

“Oh god… I can’t be trapped in here with him!” Marinette hissed in protest. “He kissed me last week!”

“Well technically he kissed Marinette, and you’re trapped with him as Ladybug. Besides he’s been trying to pretend like it never happened anyway. Or at the very least that it didn’t mean anything. As long as you suit up before he smells you, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

Tikki had a point. Luckily the Miraculous’s magic rendered Ladybug’s scent unrecognizable. Unique only to the hero when transformed, and masking all her civilian smells.

“And didn’t you say you liked that kiss?” added the Kwami with a sly smile. “Seems to me like this would be the perfect opportunity for it to happen again. Chat stills likes Ladybug after all~”

“Tikki no! Spots on!”

Ladybug found Chat Blanc sulking near his collapsed tunnel, flexing his claws like he was contemplating a cataclysm.

“Don’t you dare, you could bring this whole house down on us, or worse.”

Chat flicked an ear in her direction and snorted. But he retracted his hand anyway, folding it over his knees. The clumps of snow on his tail had melted off now, and when he whipped said tail indignantly it made a soggy slapping noise against the wood floor.

Ladybug found herself getting lost in thought, watching the way his suit molded over his shoulders like a second skin. She noted the contours of his shoulder blades, and the muscles in the back of his neck, the way they subtly flexed every time he shifted, made even more apparent by the sheen of water coating the suit material.

“I’ve sent a message to all the other heroes, letting them know of our predicament,” she informed him, peeling her eyes from his back and attempting to find some other place to stick her gaze. “So long as I can keep my transformation up, they’ll be able to track our location.”

He flicked his tail again as some sort of acknowledgement, and it made the sad wet-mop noise once more.

“Did you want to help me find some towels so we can dry off?” The suggestion was more for his benefit than hers, as her detransformation and retransformation had resulted in a new dry Ladybug suit.

“No.”

Despite the sketchy electricity that continued to hold for now, the temperature in the building continued to plunge. Chat was sopping wet, and if she watched close enough she could see him shiver. In spite of his declination, she had a feeling he was going to want those towels sooner or later.

He’s being stubborn because he doesn’t want to be trapped with me, she reminded herself. The one person who could potentially steal all his akumas away and purify him.

“Fine, I’ll get them myself.”

He didn’t so much as react when she stalked away.

She wasn’t sure whose house this was, but it was fortunate that no one was home. Her Miraculous cure would put things back to normal before anyone realized Ladybug and Chat Blanc had raided their home.

And curled up in their bed.

That was another conundrum. There were two bedrooms in this house, but only one had a bed. She supposed someone could take the couch—should it come to that—but that would be in the same room that the avalanche had chased them in. And the floor in there was looking to be a bit flooded at the moment.

The other bedroom had been an office of sorts, and Chat had collapsed his tunnel in there.

Really the only rooms that weren’t a mess were the kitchen, laundry room, and main bedroom.

She briefly contemplated making Chat sleep on the dryer like the cat he was.

Ladybug made quick work changing the sheets on the bed with fresh linens, collecting clean comforters, and raiding the towels. She was on her way back with a stack of towels when she peeked in on Chat.

The office-like room was vacant, he wasn’t where she’d left him. But rather she found him curled up on the bed in the bedroom. Drooping ears, curled back in contempt, with eyes closed, and soggy tail wrapped around his soggy leather clad body.

“Get off that bed!”

“No.” Chat nestled deeper into the nest of blankets he had made.

“You’re getting the bed all wet!”

“Guess it’s all mine then.” Like a spiteful man child, Chat Blanc proceeded to rub his hair all over the blankets.

*Crack*

Ladybug stalked to the end of the bed, and snapped the towel tight between her fists. It was enough to make the akuma still, eyes narrowing. She noted the way his tail arced just slightly and the fur bristled.

“If you don’t get out of that bed and dry off, I will do it for you.”

“Such big talk from the weaker Miraculous holder,” he sneered up at her. “But, you’re welcome to try, Bug.” The inflection he put in that nickname dripped with challenge.

Don’t play this game with me, Blanc.

Ladybug lunged for him, but Chat was prepared and met her in a grapple, sending the two tumbling back, rolling around atop the blankets. He made a snatch for the towel, and she twisted it from his reach, taking swipes to mop the moisture from his suit and hair.

Amidst the power struggle, she purposefully knocked her yo-yo loose, and let it fall from her hip to the mattress, the twine anchored to her left hand. Chat didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he wasn’t concerned with her yo-yo. This gave her the chance to kick it beneath him, before using her other foot to kick it once more, looping it around one of his legs.

For next five minutes they continued to wrestle, and it was clear Chat had the advantage. His superior strength never giving her an inch, all the while she began to fatigue, her own muscles trembling to match him and keep from getting pinned, or thrown off. It was her own flexibility that saved her, managing to slip his holds and wiggle out of his grasp, keeping her yo-yo moving with precise kicks, taps, and flicks. Even taking note that he was being incredibly careful with his claws.

She wasn’t oblivious. All it would have taken were those cruel fish hooks to dig in, and he would have had her. His hellish claws able to pierce her suit, and cause all kinds of damage to her otherwise impenetrable Ladybug exoskeleton. And yet, through their entire brawl, he kept those claws retracted, relying solely on his own strength and agility to keep her at bay.

This was play. Despite his insistence that Ladybug was his enemy and his continued frosty attitude towards her, right here and now, she recognized that he was having fun. Their entire physical engagement nothing more than a game to him.

And something about that realization sparked hope, and the cozy embers of warmth in her chest. Every restrained swipe and every half hearted hold, only stoking her endearment, and although she fought with everything she had, exhausting herself to keep up with him, it felt more cathartic than perilous.

One of her trembling arms gave out, and Ladybug collapsed to her side, losing a grapple with the white cat.

Chat twisted and pounced, pushing her into the bed, face first, finally managing to pin her to the mattress. Futilely Ladybug slammed her foot into the mattress, seemingly one last attempt squirm free, but Chat kept firm his hold, failing to notice that the impact of her foot bounced her yo-yo one last time, where it landed just inches from her hand.

His palm applied pressure on her shoulder, making her bones creak, and he leaned down to growl next to her ear.

“I win.”

Yeah, you go ahead and relish that victory, Kitty.

She responded by tugging on her yo-yo sharply, causing the weapon to retract its twine. The string suddenly drawing tight, as all the looping and weaving she’d done during their scuffle came to a head.

“Whaaaaaaahhh!” Chat made an inhuman screech as twine tightened around him and he came down, crashing into her back, writhing like an animal. The struggling causing her yo-yo to pull tighter.

She released a breathe of triumph and rolled over to face her prey.

“I win,” she jeered back, a devilish smirk etching her face. Snatching up the towel, Ladybug shoved it into his stricken face, mopping his wet hair while she relished his immobile state.

Chat had no words, just made angry huffing sounds through his nose.

Slowly and methodically, Ladybug ran the towel over him. Though most of the water had been rubbed off onto the bed, she wanted to relish this and take her time drying him off. One floofy ear, then the next. She paused when her hands brushed his earrings. Maybe he noticed her open admiration, the way she ran her thumb over the simple gold hoops.

When she snuck a glance at his face, his gaze was turned pointedly away, frowning so hard his fangs dug into his bottom lip.

This was a familiar scene. Outside the mask, Chat often treated Marinette with this sort of indifference. Never wanting to make eye contact even whilst he pushed his head into her lap, demanding to be petted.

The temptation to stroke his ears was too much, and Ladybug chanced it.

But Chat Blanc must’ve had a lock down on his vulnerable side, because the only noise she got out of him was an annoyed growl. A stark contrast to the ease of which he would purr under Marinette’s fingers.

You would have enjoyed this if I wasn’t in the mask.

She cast a look at the trussed up and quite helpless cat, and proceeded to run the towel over him. Starting with his shoulders and working her way down his chest, then over his stomach, stopping just above his belts.

Chat made another huff, testing the binding, before letting his muscles go lax again.

“Roll, over so I can get your back and tail.”

A feral hiss spilled from his throat, and Chat barred his fangs at her.

“Don’t be a pill. I wouldn’t have had to tie you up, had you simply let me dry you off to begin with.”

Too petulant to use his words, he opted to snap at her when she attempted to touch him again. Teeth narrowing missing her wrist. Rather than be intimidated, she sharply yanked on his shoulder, forcing him onto his belly.

And that’s when she discovered the source of his foul temper.

“Oh, shit.”

Somehow, amid all their wrestling and her careful weaving of the yo-yo twine, she’d managed to catch his tail in it all. But Instead of pinned securely against his leg, it was caught between several loops, and kinked at an odd angle; no doubt incredibly painful for him.

“I am so sorry.”

Ladybug reached to free his abused tail, but the moment she touched the fur he loosed a viscous snarl and fought the bindings. I was enough to make her withdrawal.

“Do you want me to help you or not?” she snapped, pressing her hands against her thighs and leveling him with a hard look.

“You did this to me,” he spat, still barring teeth.

“You didn’t leave me with much choice,” she countered, and the lights in the apartment flickered as if responding to her ire. “And I seem to recall you welcoming me to try. That’s a challenge if I ever heard one.”

Chat looked like he was about to respond when the lights flickered again, then went out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

Oh sweet mother of mercy… Not only was she trapped with Chat, but now she couldn’t see anything.

Not that Chat will be overly affected by it, she lamented to herself. Kitty night vision and all that noise.

The excessive snow had finally managed to knock out the power in their building, and no doubt the rest of the surrounding neighborhood. Which meant no heat, and no lights. And the absence of the latter was going to make untying Chat a real chore.

“So about that tail…” Ladybug reached a hand out to his side, and placed it on his ribs.

“You know,” he rasped, sounding much less combative than before, “staying tied up until the turtle and foxy dig us out doesn’t sound so bad.”

“—I think I can get it free.” Feeling confident she knew where to touch, she moved her hands farther down, reaching out for where she thought the start of his tail might be.

“I’d rather you noAaaaa—,” Chat broke off in a strangled noise.

“That's—” Ladybug stilled her hand, and had to will herself not to squeeze. “Oh. That’s uh, nice—I mean—did I hurt you?”

“This is harassment.”

She bit down on her lip to keep from snickering. Reminding herself to focus, she slid her hand over the one cheek until she found the top of his tail. “You can sue me later,” she replied, surprised at the amount of control she had over her voice.

“I will,” he groused, “I can file sexual assault. You’ll be receiving a strongly worded letter from my—aiiiiittt!” Chat suddenly bucked beneath her hands, and she felt all his muscles go tight, even the ones in his glutes. “You do NOT need to put your fingers there!”

“Would you calm down?” she rebuked. “I’m not trying to finger you, I needed to get my hand under your tail.”

“You need to get your hands OFF my tail.”

Ladybug heaved a sigh through her nose and ignored him, following the direction of the fur until she came across the first loop of twine. Taking a moment to feel it out, she attempted to pull his tail through it.

“Stop! P-please stop!”

Immediately her hands stilled.

“Did I hurt you?”

Chat let out a shuddering breath, “…yes.”

She sucked in her own breath, and tried to calm her nerves. “Ok. Let me find my yo-yo. It’ll probably be safer if I untangle all of you, than trying to manipulate your tail from the twine.

There was a moment of two of silence as she patted around the mattress for the mechanism of the yo-yo, her hands bumping into him on occasion.

When Chat Blanc finally did speak again it was to ask, “I take it this means you’re going to be feeling up the rest of me.”

Her hands located the yo-yo next to his chest, and followed the twine along his defined shoulder blades before it disappeared below his rib cage.

“Why, Chat,” she teased, “before you were akumatized you would have loved that.”

His response was a snort that she could have sworn sounded amused, before arching his body so she could reach below his chest. “Just, tell me how I need to move, my La—uh… Bug.”

~0000~

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heavenly yours (part 1/3) | th x fem!reader

Heavenly Yours – a chaotic series

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | epilogue

Summary: Up in Heaven, Tom and (Y/N) have known each other since their youngest age as angels. They quickly began being inseparable, and maybe developed feelings but without ever confessing. One day, Superior Angels thought Tom’s convictions were being too big for Heaven. Fearing he could bring out a revolution between all angels, they took the decision to banish him of the Kingdom. Forever.

Pairing: Angel!Tom x Angel!Fem!Reader (will evolve)

Warnings: peaceful fluff, light PDA but nothing too crazy (did someone say sexual tension?) then total angst at the end so you’ve been warned!

Words count: 5624 (bless my soul and hands)

A/N: Hey there! Okay I’m really excited because my first mini series is now out!! 🙌🏻 I got this idea long time ago because Tom being King of Hell is hot, am I right?! 🔥 But I wanted to create a nice plot around it like how was everything before Faith turned the tables and how the reader will deal with it and other stuff, so here is a mini series of THREE PARTS taking place in an alternative universe (au)!! Hope you guys will enjoy it, I’m open to your constructive critics and opinions 😌💕

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Heaven.

The place we humans want to go and live in for eternity when we pass away. The afterlife everyone wishes for. Beautiful and peaceful. Heaven’s gates welcome you only if you deserve it, and your past life as human is erased from your memory. And then begins for you a new step of your existence: being an Angel.

Angels are known as being the definition of divine perfection created by God. They are gentleness and sympathy for others, gifted with a heart as pure as spring water. Dressed all in immaculate white, each one receives a pair of wings at their arrival; big and majestic, with feathers as soft as silk. No one in Heaven is imperfect. No one. An angel can’t and could never be imperfect… except if they break the Holy Laws.

(Y/N) doesn’t remember her life of Earth. Nothing. None. But this never scares her, quite the opposite. The day she arrived in front of the gate of the Hereafter she was not alone. Someone else stood next to her, dressed all in white like her. It was a young man, average height but with a great body and some muscles (quite in shape actually), a sharp jawline, a slightly crocked nose at the base with little freckles on it, and finally with nicely styled light brown hair that has some curls here and there. They caught the other’s eyes then both gave a faint smile.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

A single word was enough for the two beings. One word said a lot.

« « (Y/N), Tom, my dear children welcome to Heaven. » »

Since that day, (Y/N) and Tom never left each other. Together, they discovered all the nooks of Heaven, the thousand and one marvelous places that they will call home from now on. Together, they met many other angels who then helped them to get used to the idyllic Kingdom. They also learnt how to be good angels. Together. Always. As the ‘days’ flew - abstract notion for angels because the effects of time don’t affect their physics anymore -, they started to know each other more and it was as if they have always known the other.

What a weird feeling...

How was this possible? Neither of them broached the subject because they both didn’t know the answer. At least, if there was one.

Looking at them being together is a delight for everyone’s eyes. Both are lucky and bless by the gods of beauty and when reunited, they sparkle like pure diamonds. Everybody like them, the children even more. (Y/N) and Tom don’t hesitate to take care of the young ones when they have a bit of free time, and needless to say they are good at it. And when they find themselves alone, the two angels make the most of it by taking walks in the numerous gardens and parks or by flying above the Kingdom next to each other between the clouds.

Never arguing, nor an inappropriate word. These two heavenly beings are only laughters and smiles and always here for the other. By the way, all Heaven noticed that (kind of discreetly) Tom and (Y/N) were rather touchy-feely with each other, but not in a naughty way. They hold hands all the time a lot. Sometimes (Y/N) would grad Tom’s arm and lean into it, or Tom would slid an arm around (Y/N)’s hips. There were also lots of endearments such as a caress on the cheek here or a kiss on the forehead there, and so much more. But nothing too much.

A pure platonic love.

Really?

* * * *

“Tom! (Y/N)! Look, we found more daisies for the flower crowns!”

The children run through the fields, their little arms full of varied flowers, to join (Y/N) and Tom who sit at the bottom of a blooming cherry tree. Other children also sit cross-legged near them and all linger over making flower crowns directed by the female angel. As for Tom, he sits behind her and does his utmost to braid her sublim hair while decorating it with the flowers collected by the young angels.

“It’s perfect but don’t run too fast!” (Y/N) warns them, smiling. The little ones then put all the flowers in the middle of the group before sitting too.

“Your hair is so beautiful, (Y/N)!” exclaims a little girl, her eyes sparkling in awe, “I wanna be as gorgeous as you!”

“Tom, the braid you made is stunning! You style hair so well!” a little boy next to Tom gasps, a half made flower crown in his little hands.

All this makes both (Y/N) and Tom smile. These little angels are so adorable that time flies by too fast with them.

“There, a beautiful flowered hairstyle for a divine angel” says Tom, admiring his work when done. And at that he leaves a soft peck on her bare shoulder before resting his chin on it, his face against hers.

(Y/N) chuckles, “Thank you Tom, it’s beautiful…” She strokes her long braided and flowered hair that falls on her shoulder and chest. Then she is able to smell the sweet and delicate scent from the flowers, and leaves a kiss in return on the young man’s cheek while warmly smiling into it, before rubbing her nose against it which makes Tom laugh.

“They’re being affectionate agaiiiiiiin!”

“You are sooooo cute together!”

The children snicker and squirm in front of this display of affection between the two grown angels. (Y/N) can’t help the huge smile on her face while looking at them all; wearing puffy dresses or shirts and pants, with little wings of their back that move with each of their laughs. She releases a sigh while feeling Tom slid his arms around her waist, bringing her even more closer to him. (Y/N)’s wings are closed but Tom can still feel them brush softly his face and torso.

She smells so good...

“So, who did finish they flower crown?” asks finally (Y/N) to the little group. Everybody raises the cute flower crowns above their head, proud of themselves and eager to know if they did good.

“They are all beautiful, congrats! Now, offer it to the classmate next to you.”

Following her instructions, the children look at each other before handing mutually the crown they made to a friend and receiving theirs in return, happy, and finally putting it on top of their ruffled hair. Each of them compliment the crown they got when (Y/N) slightly turns her head toward Tom.

“And here is yours, Tom.”

She spins her upper body in his direction, facing him, and places gently on Tom’s head the flower crown she just made. After adjusting it well, she looks at her work. That is to say (Y/N) is pretty talented. Her crown is generously ornamented with dahlias, gladiolus and splendid peonies, all multicolored but assembled in harmony. Some olive tree branches brighten up then strengthen the whole structure, adding a pleasant smell. The person wearing this crown is also for the viewing pleasure. Tom is radiant, all smile thanks to his friend’s gift. The colorful flowers highlight his brown curls of hair, as for his almond eyes and freckles sparsing on his nose. A quiver runs through (Y/N)’s body up to her wings. She couldn’t stop herself and arranges some strands of wild hair on his forehead, then cups his face between her soft hands.

“It suits you very well…” she whispers.

“I trust you and your skills more than anything, angel face” answers Tom, with soft eyes.

He puts his hands on (Y/N) ones for a moment, then snuggles his face in her right palm while leaving kisses on it. His lips are thin and a bit rugged but kind of soothing at the same time. They never break eye contact for a single second. No word exchanged. Just a look at each other, like when they met, is sufficient to communicate and they are the only one who know how to interpret it. In these moments they are in their own bubble, hiding from any curious eyes. Their surrounding long forgotten, they vowed (wordlessly) since the beginning to continue and cherish one another. Tom ends this moment a little too soon and takes (Y/N)’s hands in his, kissing them.

“It’s time to go back home, kids” he speaks to the little ones while watching them all.

After short protests, the children finally stand up one by one while brushing out dust from their clothes, and wait for the two adults before going back inside the Kingdom. Tom gets to his feet first and helps (Y/N) in return, still holding hands. Both soothe their large wings, under the children amazed eyes.

“Come on, let’s go home children, and stay together” points (Y/N) out.

The little angels gather together and start to walk. Tom and (Y/N) follow on their heels, hand in hand as usual, and keep moving to the first houses in sight of the Kingdom.

* * * *

The day comes to an end. The sky darkens little by little to let tones of stars take their place on it. The fresh breeze of the night ruffles (Y/N)’s face and hair while they walk back to their respective homes (needless to say holding hands, right?). The streets gradually clear out and they could hear their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Both angels like taking a walk this late because everything is calm, peaceful. Tom and (Y/N) don’t live together, but their houses are obviously next to each other. Because in Heaven, each angel has their own space of living, except children who must live with an adult angel until the Superior Angels pronounce them capable of living alone.

Ah, Superior Angels… Tom could stand them less than before since recently, with all their rules, laws - or whatever they call them - for everything, but he couldn’t say that, oh no. Feeling something else as joy and compassion is forbidden in Heaven, yes, FORBIDDEN. It is one of the first Holy Law of the Hereafter, saying:

« « All Angel worth of the name will only be able to feel joy and compassion for the other. » »

But the one Tom couldn’t put on with any longer was worth than that:

« « All Angel will never feel more than brotherly love towards another Angel.

All Angel will never think about succumbing to carnal sin, definition of the damned underworld of Hell, at the risk of becoming a fallen angel and being forever banish for the Kingdom of Heaven. » »

Brotherly love. Carnal sin. Hell. Fallen Angel. Banished. These words don’t stop resonating in the mind of the young man. Every day. Every night. He tries forces himself to never forget them, especially in (Y/N)’s presence. But how can he resist her? Recently he feels like a weird sensation awaking deep inside of him, something unknown that keeps encouraging him to protect her but mostly keeping her to himself. He couldn’t bare the idea of some other male angel being near (Y/N) or acting way too familiar with her.

She is mine and mine only.

But what to do? He couldn’t risk and put her in danger by his fault. But these urges are more and more intense as the days pass, and Tom finds it harder every time to handle them. When he was alone at home his mind rambled in strange places that even himself didn’t know he could imagine. And strangely it was not as displeasing as he thought it would be.

“Tom, we’re here.”

The tinkling voice of (Y/N) brings Tom out of his wandering thoughts. They are, in fact, in front of the young woman’s door and barely two meters away from his.

“You’re all right, Tom?”

“Why would I not be all right when you are with me, my angel?” answers Tom with his signature toothy smile.

“You looked like… lost deep in your thoughts? If something worries you, don’t hesitate to talk to me about it. You know I will always be here for you…” carries on (Y/N), squeezing the hand Tom is holding.

“Ah… true to yourself, as always.” Tom snickers, a little smirk growing on his lips, and taking both her hands in his to kiss the top. “But don’t worry about me, I was just thinking about… things, that’s all.” Then he leans into her face and drop off a tender kiss on her cheek.

“What do you mean by “things”?” whispers (Y/N) in return, curious, in his ear. Their wings stretch little by little in their back to then brush themselves against the other’s creating like a cocoon around them, safe from too many indiscreet looks from other angels.

“My angel… I don’t want to involve you in anything, it would kill me to-”

“Don’t talk like that, Tom” interrupts (Y/N), “I don’t like it when you say these kind of things… You are all I have here…”

Don’t say that… Stop…

“Doll face, you don’t understand…”

A shiver travels Tom’s body at these words. His breathing begins to accelerate like his heartbeats. Tom couldn’t stop peppering her cheek with tons of kisses, he needed this, he couldn’t help it. Then he takes his hands back to put them on (Y/N)’s hips, holding her against his body. (Y/N) lets out a little whine of surprise while putting her hands flat on Tom’s chest, which is way closer than before. Never did she stop him to touch her. She appreciates having him next to her a lot and can’t go without it anymore. However she gets goose bumps while feeling Tom’s kisses move along her jawline to then reach the other cheek he neglects since now. That is definitely something new to her. She is aware of the sudden redness of both her cheeks and her heart getting carried away. Then (Y/N) follows Tom’s face and rubs hers on him like a kitten pleading for affection. The man’s hands starts massaging her hips and his thumbs draw circles as he goes up her waist, then back to her hips again.

“Tom… I-I feel weird…” stumbles (Y/N) in a squeak.

“Me too princess, since a long time…” answers Tom. “You are the most important person to me (Y/N) and for anything in this world would I be separated from you. But recently, there is… There is more. I can’t stop myself and think about you nonstop, I can’t go without you…”

Tom’s arms wrap even more around (Y/N)’s luscious body to now embrace her into him. The face of one nestled against the neck of the other, and vice versa. An embrace full of affection they have for each other. (Y/N) squeezes Tom against her and she is able to feel and hear both hearts pound wildly. Her body heat rises more and more, what was happening to her?

“Tom, I-”

But he interrupts her by raising his face from the crook of her neck, and places it in front of her own visage. Their nose brush together like their wings since the beginning with half closed eyes, liking the closeness and their tangled breathing. Their lips too brush and they wait for one thing...

“(Y/N), darling...” whispers Tom in a sigh. He hurries to stroke her face again, feeling her soft and flawless skin on his palm, before keeping his hands on her jaw and sighs, “I love you.”

And Tom finally succumbs to his deadly temptation but right now he couldn’t care less. Their lips finally touch and assemble like two perfect puzzle pieces. It is impossible to stop, this sensation is too strong and the temptation even more irresistible. The kiss starts being slightly more intense, with more open mouths and tongues than before. But Tom doesn’t want to go too fast. At least, not now. His goal is to show to his sweet (Y/N) how much she means to him before anything else, wishing she will accept his feelings. And it seems like so. (Y/N)’s mind is clearly troubled, she knows what is happening but she doesn’t want to stop. But Tom decides to end it - before he completely loses his self-control - but most importantly not to be seen.

“I love you so much (Y/N) and I promise to protect you until the end of the world.”

His declaration squeezes her heart. She nibbles on her bottom lip before taking Tom’s face again between her slender hands and leaves a short peck, full of meaning, on his thin lips slightly swollen from minutes ago.

“Me too Tom, I love you more than anything.”

Their hearts beats in unisson. Tom can’t help the smile on his face, large and as bright as the sun, and makes (Y/N) swirl in the air because he couldn’t contain his happiness. (Y/N) lets a joyful giggle out before holding back not to wake the neighbour angels up. The two angels, in love, stare at each other sparkles in their eyes like never since they arrived in the Kingdom of Heaven long time ago. They wish this moment would never end...

“I promise we will make it work, darling, I promise you.”

* * * *

The days passed, looked the same and flew by again and again.

Ton and (Y/N) continue to act as if nothing happened between them a few weeks ago. But sometimes their show of affection are a little… more daring like they used to be; a kiss on the corner of the lips or more “tight hugs”, but it was still rare kind of. Tom makes sure of keeping these intimate moments indoors, one-to-one, hidden from everyone. It is out of the question to let this be known by others.

Then one day - and more previous ones full of thinking about it -, Tom comes to pick (Y/N) at her house to share a meal for midday, as they usually do and when properly seated in the middle of a nice garden with their food ordered, he begins:

“Darling, I decided to go and talk with the Superior Angels after our meal. I asked them for a meeting and they agreed to it for today.”

(Y/N) straighten out her face from her food and raises her brows, blinking twice, “Why?”

“Just to explain and prove them that an angel can be in love with another one, that’s it.”

“But Tom, you know like me that we transgressed the principal rules of Heaven! What will happen if you tell them clearly we love each other? We don’t really know what they are capable of!!” answer (Y/N) kind of agitated, making her best to keep her voice as low as possible.

In fact nobody knows a lot about the Superior Angels. Apart from maintaining Heaven in order and deciding who is allowed to enter the Kingdom, it was often said that their sentences could be harsh and horrible. The young woman can’t just leave Tom go by himself.

“I’m coming with-”

“That is a solid no, doll face. Don’t worry, I will never say your name. I wanna make sure they will listen to what I have to say first and then I will improvise depending on their answer.”

Tom takes (Y/N)’s hands, placed neatly on the table, and kisses them like he loves to do and whispers:

“I love you (Y/N) and you know that. I promised I will protect you and make sure to keep my promise until the end.”

“I love you too so much Tom, so much…”

(Y/N) kisses back his hands and each knuckles while smiling. But she couldn’t help being scared for him.

After finishing their meal and chatting about lighter subjects, they walk a little in the garden they ate and then in the city, looking at some shops, stopping to talk with other angels and enjoying their share time.

Later they arrive in front of a large wrought iron front gate in solid gold. They could make out a long alley surrounded by big trees on the other side, without seeing too far away. And not a single sound. (Y/N) swallowed hardly because of the… strange atmosphere. She knows they arrived. Then she gets closer to Tom and slides her arms around his shaped body. The young man could smell her hair, as sweet as it have ever been while kissing on top of her head.

“Relax (Y/N), it’s me who should be stressed and not the other way around, right?” he smirks, sliding his own arm around her shoulder to keep her close.

“I know that but I can’t help it! And…” She interrupts herself and again, the silence reigns around them both. “This place makes me uncomfortable…”

Tom tightens his grip on her to reassure his poor lover. “Darling, don’t worry. Knowing you are mine is my biggest strength…”

(Y/N) cuddles up to him, her face pressed against his neck, also smelling his natural scent. This always calms her down.

“Please, be careful Tommy.”

“Yes, dove, I promise you.” Tom then tenderly kisses her forehead, “Once it’s over, I’m coming back to your place, is that all right?”

(Y/N) nods vigorously her head without saying a word, still nestled into him. She leaves here a quick peck before loosing her grip and cupping his face in her palms, massaging his cheeks while staring at each other. She knows she couldn’t let the three words slip out her mouth here so she chooses to tell him with her eyes. Tom understands straight away and stared back at her beautiful orbs.

“Me too, (Y/N). Me too.”

When they separate, Tom pushes the gate open and gets inside the enclosure where the Superior Angels were waiting for him. He breathes in one last time and, before the gate would close behind him, he turns around and sends (Y/N) another smile. She sends one back at him while sending him a flying kiss with her hands. He then walks away and in a snap he disappears into the fog. With no wish to linger here any longer and alone, the young woman goes back to the main street, in which she is sure to find people.

* * * *

5pm. 6pm. 7pm. 9. Then 11. Midnight is about to strike and still no sign of Tom. (Y/N) doesn’t know what to do. She is pacing in her living room nonstop for two hours now, agitated and panicked not knowing where her lover is.

“But what is he doing?!” she asks herself, biting her fingernail. “Please, tell me he’s safe!!”

Unable to stand still for another minute, she decides to go where they split path. (Y/N) leaves her house in a hurry and doesn’t care about the angels she bumps into by accident - to whom she still excuses herself but only a few time.

Again in front of the golden gate, the silence from earlier this day is still heavy. Just before she loses her courage, she opens it and ventures inside the place.

The atmosphere is almost unbearable. No sound from anywhere or anything. No one, not even a single bird or butterfly. (Y/N) keeps walking and enters the fog she saw Tom disappearing into, and finds herself a bit disoriented. Then voices, finally! Relieved she continues walking towards them - still blind - and after a few meters, she steps out of the thick fog.

“Where am I?...”

Hidden between gigantic oak trees, (Y/N) catches sight of an impressive stoned structure. While approaching it, carefully, she sees no door but a beautiful arcade as a doorway. Choosing to stay as quiet as possible, the young woman walks to it from the side and listens carefully. The voices are clearer now.

« « You persist with your talk, angel. » »

« « How dare you? » »

« « You have no right to speak about this kind of topic. » »

The voices are not familiar to (Y/N), none of them, so she deduces they are to the Superior Angels. The tone of their voices are plain but still severe, emotionless, and don’t seem to appreciate what is happening. (Y/N) is out of breath. Was Tom still with them?

« « Superiors, this angel has been corrupted. » »

“But you don’t understand!”

(Y/N) jumps by hearing this voice that she knows so well. A smile finds again a way through her face before she leans slightly to see more. And then she sees him. But what she sees now makes her previous smile congealed then melted into horror. Tears start to blur her vision. Tom is actually kneel down on the stoned floor, surrounded by at least ten Superiors Angels who levitate around him. His beautiful and strong wings now tied up, the rope way too tight because it visibly compresses them. His hands are also tied up and placed in front of him, fists tighten up. His usual relaxed face is no more and replaced with so much pain and… rage.

“Angels CAN love each other! This is as obvious as we once lived on Earth! Can’t you understand?!”

« « Did you forget the Holy Laws of our Kingdom, angel? No angel can show more than brotherly love to another one. » »

“I already know your stupid rules but they hurt us all! Why couldn’t we simply love each other?!”

Tom’s voice lets appear all his emotions at once and known. (Y/N)’s hands begins to shake. She feels deep inside that all this will not end as they wish it for.

« « Loving with Love is similar to only crave for the other’s body. All Love is a sin, the thirst to desire the flesh of the other and you, angel, want us, Kingdom of Heaven, to give our morals up to the damned temptations of the Kingdom of Hell? That will never happen. » »

« « You have been corrupted, angel. » »

« « And we thought you were perfect and worthy of the wings we gave you. » »

“I don’t care about the wings!! Free me and I will prove you that the Love I feel is not morbid!!”

Tom struggles with the rope to tempt and free himself but the Superior Angels’ control is too powerful for him. He can’t stop and think about (Y/N) to give himself some strength, he’s doing this for both of them, for their love, and to make everyone experiences this delightful feeling called love. He gritted his teeth by irritation.

« « Love is a sin. » »

« « And your wings are the proof of it. » »

One of the Superior Angels comes closer to Tom, still flying, and takes violently one of his wings to open and show it. Tom whines from this painful move.

« « Look. Your feathers are darkening, angel. You have been corrupted. » »

(Y/N) couldn’t see well what the Superior Angel is talking about but her tears run on her cheeks. Her breathing trembles, her hands sweaty as her entire body.

Please stop it.... Don’t hurt him...

Tom turns slowly his head toward the inside of his wing displayed to everyone, and he sees some feathers being more grey than immaculate white.

Now there are more than before…

And suddenly, as if by instinct, he feels her. His pained look turns discreetly toward the entrance of the structure, and then he catches sight of her. (Y/N), his sweet (Y/N), his love, hidden behind the wall supporting the arcade, in tears in front of what is going on. It was the first time he sees her like this, fragile and scared, and he wishes for anything but looking at her like this because of him. Tom lets escape a short sigh and he too wants to cry. But he stays stronger, for her, and regains his senses.

“You are the one corrupting us all. How can you imagine a second that we can find happiness by living alone? You decide if we are worth it to stay, then put us in a single house to lock us up in your too perfect Kingdom! Oh and of course we live our little life like the good brainless angels we are and we do the same everyday! That is not what life is supposed to be! I’m sure life was way better than this on Earth! We should be free of our acts like-”

« « Enough. » »

« « You talk too much, angel. » »

« « Your words are as corrupted as you are. » »

« « Who is the other angel you corrupted? » »

“I never corrupted anyone! And it’s called mutual love!!” screams Tom, rage leaking out from all his pores.

« « A name. » »

« « Now. » »

“Never!!!” retorts him.

« « Could it be Angel (Y/N)? » »

« « Did you corrupted our (Y/N)? » »

“Leave her outside of all this!! She knows nothing about it!!” Tom’s heart tightens at his own words.

I will protect her.

« « Our (Y/N) is perfect. » »

« « She is unique. » »

« « Never could she be corrupted. » »

“She is way too perfect for all of you and your stupid world....” whispers Tom between his teeth.

(Y/N) kneels down on the cold ground too, her legs trembling so much she couldn’t stay on her own two feet. What is going on right now is the worst scenario that could have happened. And she couldn’t do anything. Tom protects her with this own will, like he promised, and she hasn’t enough strength to stop her sobbing anymore.

“Oh Tom… Please let him go…” she cries her face pushed on the wall, her voice distorted by her tears.

« « We can’t tolerate your presence in our Kingdom anymore. » »

« « You have no right to be here anymore. » »

« « You have been corrupted. » »

Here it is. The end is coming. Tom had a suspicion since the beginning that if thing were not going well as he planned, it would be definitely over. He couldn’t care less about what are saying the Superior Angels anymore. And a single thought matters to him right now: seeing the face of his gorgeous (Y/N) one last time. He still contains his tears because making her even sadder than she is would finish him off. He wants her to be strong, like she always is, whatever happens. So he lets his gaze fall on the entrance arcade and she is still here, shivering like a newborn doe, red eyes and her cheeks wet. Can he just wish to have her in his arms one last time...

They gaze at each other and (Y/N)’s tears pour down her eyes even more. Her handsome angel is in pain, suffers an obnoxious martyr but she also suffers with him. Tom’s visage tries to be reassuring even when the ropes around his wings squeezes them badly. Its grip is a total pain, hurting some feathers but mostly the skin they are covering and he hisses at that. But still looking at her, he attempts to tell her not to worry about him and that, even if the worst is about to come, to keep living. (Y/N) shakes her head violently not daring to think what would happen to Tom. She just could imagine a second being away from him, even less for eternity. Her stubbornness makes Tom smile, exhausted, because her (Y/N) is so like this all the time. But the gods decided another faith for them.

And the sentence is pronounced.

« « Angel Tom, you are this day deprived from your angelic position and are now a fallen angel. » »

« « Your wings will be removed. » »

« « For breaking the Holy Laws, you are not welcomed in Heaven anymore. » »

« « For being corrupted, you are not welcomed in Heaven anymore. » »

Tom and (Y/N) still stare at each other until the end.

« « For giving in to the temptation, you are this day banish from Heaven. » »

« « Forever. » »

Before the Superior Angels finish the sentence’s statement, Tom whispers his last words to (Y/N), hoping she will get them by reading on his lips.

I love you… and will always love you, forever, my princess.

(Y/N) puts a hand on her mouth to conceal a painful sob. Her other hand grips her white dress to her heart’s lever and bites her bottoms lip to contain any sound that could come out. And before it is too late, she removes the hand from her mouth and whispers back to him:

I love you too so much and will love you until the end of the world...

Tom’s eyes glisten, tears finally ready to flow but he keeps them a bit more. He smiles for the last time.

« « Heaven is not your home anymore... » »

« « ... but now are the Depths of Hell. » »

(Y/N) feels her blood freezing. Tom lets his last sigh out and closes his eyes, facing down. Once the sentence done, a muffled sound comes out from the stoned ground and suddenly its opens itself under Tom’s hurt body and it is thrown inside, letting himself fall like a dead body. (Y/N) sees him fall and it is now too much for her to handle. She tries standing again, keeping her balance with the wall and starts to run to where she came from, behind the trees, like her life is on the line. Her sobbing finally escape and echo in the sorrowful night, then she gathers some speed before flying away, high in the air. The warm tears contrast with the cold air that slaps her face as she beats her wings harder and faster. The clouds disappear when she brushes past them.

Tonight she lost everything.

And her afterlife in Heaven will never be the same anymore.

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Volomag and Vodka Part 4

written by @anotheronechicagobog

A/N: OA has boarded USS Upstead with the rest of us

Warnings: swearing, mention of Jay being shot, jealousy

The army was a turbulent part of Jay’s life. He didn’t have fond memories, but he had fond relationships. Such as Mouse. He had more who just didn’t live in or near Chicago so he didn’t get to see them often. The only time he really saw them was at reunions, both official and unofficial. This time it was an unofficial reunion. One of the other snipers was getting married and invited everyone (who was still alive, Jay thought bitterly).

Jay strolled into Molly’s with Will and Nat the evening before the wedding, eyes scanning for Hailey. When he found her his stomach dropped. He spotted her at a table near the back with a man. Jay moved of his own account, a terrified buzz consuming his form, when he got to the table he recognized him instantly. OA from his unit in the Rangers, and Hailey’s temporary partner in the FBI. Hailey going off and working in New York for three months was the most traumatic thing Jay had gone through in a long time. The only thing that got him through the insomnia, nightmares, food aversion, anxiety, encompassing fear, and panic attacks was the knowledge that the most important person in his life was working with someone who he had personally trained with and knew that said important person was safe. Now though, seeing Hailey laugh at something someone else, some other man, summoned the green-eyed monster. He made it to the table with his jealousy choking him. “Hi-hi guys, what’s up?”

Hailey beamed at him, skin radiant, eyes glowing. “Jay! We were just talking about Chicago pizza, help me prove to this New Yorker that deep dish is best.”

He chuckled softly, taking the seat beside her. “You don’t need my help with that Hails, you have the knowledge and ability to win this argument.” OA scoffed and rolled his eyes, when he froze while looking at Jay briefly and then a smug smirk rolled out on his face. OA turned back to Hailey, leaning across the table thus bringing him closer to the blonde. “Has good ol’ Halstead told you about McGarrett’s wedding tomorrow?”

“Yes he has.”

“Has he asked you to be his date? And if he hasn’t, are you free tomorrow?” Jay’s body went cold as if a vat of liquid nitrogen had been dumped on him. His heart hammered in his chest so hard he could hear it in his ears. He hadn’t asked her to go with him, he hadn’t realized that he was irrevocably, inescapably, inexorably in love with her. He had RSVP’d as attending with a guest, intending for it to be Will who had informed him that he couldn’t come, but Jay just couldn’t bring himself to let the lucky couple know. He was waiting, and while he didn’t know why for a long time, he did now. He’d spent the last two hours with Will and Nat telling him to swallow his fear and ask her to be his date. All of the pep talks flew out of his head. The confidence left his body. OA’s eyed darted over to Jay’s devastated form and guilt briefly flashed in his eyes. “Uh, Jay hasn’t asked me, and I’m not busy tomorrow, but I don’t think we have that kind of relationship-”

“Don’t worry about it Chicago, I was just messing with our favourite Irishman.”

“Right, Jay close your mouth or you’ll catch flies, I am going to get more drinks and order some spicy fries. Jay, you want anything?”

“... Uh, how about a beer and can you place an order of those spicy chicken bites for me?”

“Sure thing, I’ll be right back.”

Hailey skipped over to Stella at the bar and left the men to themselves. “You’re in love with her.” It was a statement, not a question. OA and Jay knew each other well. They had served together. Bonded in the field and in the barracks. Learned each other’s ticks. OA spent seven reunions with Jay and Mouse listening to Jay ramble on and on about Erin. Had been sitting beside him when he decided to propose. So he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Jay felt more for Hailey than he ever had for Erin. He also knew that Hailey was in love with Jay, but wouldn’t be the first one to act on it. It would have to be Jay, but he was scarred too. Yes, OA was attracted Hailey and would love to explore the possibility of a romantic relationship with her if given the opportunity, but this wasn’t it. She was too in love with Jay and he was too in love with her, this was their time. “I- uh- look- shouldn’t... I think she’s interested in... No. Not- not me. I-”

“Ask her out or I will.” Jay sat there for a few moments, seriously contemplating OA’s words. He couldn’t ask out Hailey just because someone else might, no one, least of all Hailey, deserved that. But he thought about it. He trusted her with his entire being, they took care of each other when they were sick, fell asleep together often, had movie nights, game nights, had meals together, confided in each other, and laughed with one another. His life would be empty without her, something that had been proved when she was sent to New York. He couldn’t live without her, he knew that, but he wanted more. He wanted to kiss her, hold her hand, live with her, marry her, have kids with her. But he knew that all he dreamed about with her needed to start with a date. Or a marriage pact, but that seemed an unlikely and strange senario. Jay nodded, OA raised his brow. “I will.”

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OA had driven Hailey over in his rental car, so Jay offered to drive her home when they all needed to leave for the night. Jay was grateful that neither of them had more than two drinks, he couldn’t imagine doing this when Hailey wasn’t sober. Jay climbed out of his truck when he pulled up in front of her house. Hailey smiled, excited that Jay was staying the night again, she always slept better when he was with her. She was confused, however, when he suddenly stopped on her small porch. “Jay?”

“I have been oblivious. And afraid, for so long.”

“About?”

“You.” Hailey sucked in a breath, heart pulsing, her hopes rising. “I am in love with you, there’s no other way to explain or describe the way I feel about you. And I’m happy about it. That the person that I’m in love with is you. And the relationship that I have with you is the one I cherish the most. At the same time, though, I want more. I want to be your boyfriend, then your fiance, then your husband, and then the father of your children. I want it all, with you. And- and I know that I am taking a huge risk, that you probably don’t feel the same way, and that’s okay. But I can’t keep burying this anymore, I am irretrievably in love with you and I have never been more thankful for anything in my entire life.”

Jay had poured his heart out, and it was met with Hailey’s heavy breathing. Jay’s eyes searched hers. He reached out and held her shoulders. The sensation, even through her light blue t-shirt, made her shiver. Jay’s achingly small voice triggered Hailey to finally respond the way she had desperately wanted to the second Rojas confronted her in the hospital waiting room. With her two hands she grabbed the neck of his navy t-shirt and the collar of the plaid shirt overtop. The kiss was all-encompassing. Warm, sparkling, and like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly in both of their souls. “I love you too. Unconditionally.” This lead to more, eager, delighted kissing. When the parted Jay raised his hands from her waist to her face, taking in every detail. “Sooooo... Do you have a guest for the wedding tomorrow?”

“I do if you say yes.”

“Of course yes.”

Jay was going to send OA a muffin basket.

#upstead #upstead fic #jay halstead imagine #jay hastead #jay halstead x hailey upton #hailey x jay #hailey upton #will halstead #will halstead x natalie manning #manstead #One Chicago #chicago med #chicago pd imagine #Chicago PD #fbi #oa #oa zidan #zidan #stella kidd

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Yandere!Simon meets the normal gang? I'm a huge sucker for the yandere trope sooooo, it be really cool to see how they react!

Anon, how do you know about yandere!Simon?! He’s my darkest secret. My deepest fear. The cursed AU... Who are you? How did you KNOW?! WHO ARE YOU!? Well… technically speaking the “merged universe” event is over… so no meeting for you. Should have thought of that when I offered the event- Though I’ll give you something else, so you’re not missing out on much. Yandere!Simon would have probably first and foremost attempted to get rid of the real Simon anyways- pretending he was a sneaked in imposter. Hell, he would have beaten up himself to make it look more like he has been the “kidnapped” real Simon. And imagine that! You don’t want Yandere!Simon to have a place on this askblog. He doesn’t like people…

8 AM, preparation of the place. Clean up the office (if necessary). Clean up the animatronics (use cheap color to draw over stains). Get the generator running again, activate the main power. Pre-heat the ovens, check the ingredients. Check if anything is broken or missing. All good? All good. 10 AM, let in the dayshift employees. Employee 1. Kitchen. Employee 2. Price corner. Employee 3. Dayshift worker. Emplo- Mike. The angry-eyed employee looked around, always seemingly knowing more than he should. There should be no blood stains left, there should be no broken things around from any fight. Simon kept this place just the right amount of dirty to ensure no stains that he was unable to remove seemed not too out of place. “Employee?” Simon’s voice was rather emotionless, as always, though he felt his breath tremble in the back of his throat. “… slept like shit tonight.” Mike groaned. “Fucking… whatever.” With that the day REALLY begun, Simon quietly watching over Mike like a hawk. Of course, he had to. He was a liability, he always repeated this to Mike. Dangerous and lucky to work here and being watched over so carefully. Yes, Mike had a long criminal record. Nothing too big, but a billion of minor things. He better watch his back and let Simon take over the more… difficult situations. Even when he moved back to avoid being too obvious, he sat in the office quietly, unmoving, his many eyes stuck to the screens on the wall. Watching. Carefully. Most of the employees weren’t aware, but during the day the Phone Guy had upgraded to a few more cameras… every corner needed to be under control. Under constant control. There were things he had to do to survive. Things he was beyond willing to do. That was why he survived. Because he didn’t let anything distract him, because he was willing to do the necessary. Freddy’s was a game, and he knew how to play it. It was easier when you turned things into numbers. Customers were a number. Profits were a number. Deaths were a number. Investments were a number. Numbers, numbers everywhere. … and then there was Mike. Mike. It was as though he had grown a new need, a new basic function that he needed to satisfy. It was as impossible to ignore as thirst and the need to sleep. No, actually. Sleep and water was optional, if you wanted it to be. This wasn’t. He satisfied it regularly, via the cameras and by cutting together the footage of Mike, reconstructing every day. God, he eve kept a camera in his office, a private camera, and he cut together the footage, recreating days down to the hour that the employee had dealt with. He HAD to know. It provided him with something he couldn’t comprehend, it gave him an ungodly energy that he had grown addicted to. Every moment he saw Mike move, breathe, talk, walk- It was like heaven. … his servers were probably fried, but he didn’t care. The factory didn’t care either, because he was so good at his job. This was a problem that wouldn’t be solved. But he LIKED it. He LOVED this problem. It made him feel so much- more alive! No more numbers, no more calculation, no more- For once he looked at something and it was so beyond anything he had ever seen. He loved Mike’s filthy mouth, he loved his lack of care for the rules, he loved having to chastise him over and over again, he loved how Mike kept coming BACK to him. Mike was Freddy’s and yet he was so much more. Unlike everyone else… … he kept being more. Himself. With a shaky breath, Phoney moved back from the table, planning to go back into the main hall. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stay here all day, and it was the downtime JUST before the second rushtime of the day, now that it was later in the week. If something happened, they needed him out there. Mike needed him out there. He might not know it. But Mike NEEDED him. So much. Stepping outside, he inspected the location, counting the numbers. Calm down. Be rational. Trust in the numbers. It was the only thing keeping him in line. His survival was Mike’s survival. And that was what mattered. It all blew past him. Colors and noise, headache inducing if he wasn’t so used to simply ignore it, to suppress everything and work. Room after room, he didn’t care about what he saw, but in the back of his mind, the numbers went up. And that was what mattered. Finally, he was done. Mike. Where was Mike. Again he moved through the rooms, faster this time, growing FURIOUS when he couldn’t find him right away. Did someone TAKE him-!? Did- Oh. Oh good, there he was. Leaned against the wall, talking to- Employee 3. Instantly Simon pressed against the wall, trying to listen in, but being unable to. Still, the way this- BOY- was smiling at Mike, HIS Mike, HIS employee- It made his blood boil. He could feel it. He actually could feel his veins PULSATING within him, trying to make its way out of his body, his mind, his soul- Oh, he had to get rid of him, get rid of him, that was NO way to act as a professional, no, no, employee 3 wasn’t a professional, not a professional, and those people, no they couldn’t keep those people around, not here, not here, not here- What- What to do, what to do, what to- Suddenly, a squeak beside him. The boy. “Mr. Phone Guy! You s-scared me! I’m- I’m sorry, I d-didn’t see you, haha…” Nervous. A wreck. Not capable of survival. “Uh… employee… I wanted to speak to you! It’s uh- kind of important. Come with me.” “O-of course, sir!” The office was quiet, the office was safe. It was being DIRTIED, but- That was okay. Bearable. Because. It would be cleansed. “Uh- I’m so sorry to bother you employee, but you HAVE to take the nightshift. I- uh- I have a bit of a family emergency, and you’re my ONLY hope right now. Mike already- y’know- he’s been not doing well lately and I just…” “Of course, sir!” Reassured Jeremy smiled, calming down. “I can do that!” “I am very glad to have such an- uh- eager employee as you. Wouldn’t know what to do without you!” The employee left. Phone Guy slowly looked around, spotting the bear mask that was supposed to keep the employees safe. Picking it up, he gave it a mindful look, then smiled to himself. Jeremy would be mortified to discover that there was no mask… … and no doors.

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2020 SU Fic Sampler - WIP Showcase

So in my continued attempts at distraction, I trawled through my SU fanfic folders, looked at the ol’ endless WIP pile. Figured I’d do a little roundup of some that are in something resembling a decent state. Maybe even see where interest lies and all that, get some attention and validation, you know, all that good stuff one craves. Of course, there’s loads more than this, and I might one day post some things I wrote but never quite managed to finish up, or that got super jossed in ways I couldn’t get myself to work around.

Now, in no particular order, here’s 8 draft snippets totaling almost 6000 words - not very polished, obviously, some quite rough around the edges, some long, some short, some that work better without context than others. But here they are anyway, with an utterly predictable array of focal characters. Any missing segments or my asides/notes in the text are [written like this], because I usually write very non-linearly. Hope you all like mood whiplash!

P.S. I live for comments.

Like Talking To A Wall, aka Bismuth making friends with the wall, statue, and floor Gems. Early precursors to radicalisation and “I would have liberated everyone”, perhaps. Started as one of my first reactions to the Diamond Days episodes.

“Hey, thanks for listening.”

“Anytime. You’re lucky I’m so supportive,” Mica piped up from up on her arch.

Bismuth laughed. Bittersweet. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”

Then, with a surprisingly gentle hand pressed to the carvings she’d been so careful about, she added a soft: “I’ll miss you.”

“Chin up! It’s gonna be a lovely off-planet adventure for you,” Granite rumbled from just above her head. “A brand new colony! Think of the sights!”

“You can tell us all about it when we see you again.”

Bismuth leaned back, pressing her whole back against the wall, reluctant to leave, even if a snooty shift supervisor was bound to come around and chase her off soon. “Yeah, I’ll make sure to do that.”

They all knew very well that, as always, when the building was done, it was goodbye. The chances of there being a need for repairs or remodelling - and the exact same bismuths being brought in to do them - were incredibly slim.

But pretending was nice, sometimes.

Hey, Steven, think I could get a moment before we leave? I won’t be long.

They were right where she’d left them, and the years had done very little to change them. A bit of a patina there, some dust, the tiniest bit of wear on sharper corners.

“Bismuth?” Several familiar voices cried out to her in shocked recognition.

She knew she must look a sight - battle-ready and battle-worn, but armour still gleaming, and with a bearing of one who had been through much and was always ready for more. She felt her back had never been so proud and straight, her shoulders so resolutely set.

“I think,” Bismuth grinned, “you’re gonna start seeing changes around these parts.”

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One for that favourite Pearletariat/Pearl Solidarity fic sub-genre of mine: Clever Pearls Cleverly Getting Around Badly Worded Orders. A bit of an origin for an as-of-yet unnamed pearl OC, because I sure don’t have enough of those!

In the untold thousands of years of Homeworld and Gemkind, and the hundreds of thousands of commands given to hundreds of thousands of pearls, nobody ever thought to Order a pearl not to think. That would imply a they mattered at all, and who would ever put stock in a pearl’s thoughts? Most Gems weren’t sure pearls could think, anyway. I mean, if they could, all that standing around would be intolerable, wouldn’t it? And imagine not being able to say no to anything, even crushing your own gem - shards, at least I’m not a pearl!

They were, occasionally, when dealing with an owner’s important, private, confidential business, Ordered to forget, or, a bit less esoterically, Ordered never to tell.

And [OWNER] has always been all too eager with the Orders. As if she went to bizarre lengths in her thinking that pearl couldn’t - or wouldn’t? - do anything upon merely being told, let alone by herself. Every little thing, from sweeping up the shards of a broken decorative plate to taking down the minutes of an important meeting [OWNER] was presiding over - (im)pressed upon pearl with the crushing weight of an Order.

But she could still think.

Even when Ordered to wait by the door, freezing her limbs and anchoring her legs to the ground with all the force of a starship mooring mechanism. Even when Ordered into silence for days and planetary rotations on end because [OWNER] had wanted to read an important document without being disturbed and it simply didn’t occur to her to lift it when she was done.

In the wake of the Rebellion and the Renegade Pearl, it only gets worse, and soon enough pearl can barely remember the last time a single movement she made was voluntary.

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SU Future-era Bismuth and Steven convo I scribbled down in between some of these recent eps - after Growing Pains in particular I think - because Bismuth is the absolute pep talk queen.

“You already said you were sorry for trying to kill me in the Forge, and really, it’s okay, it was all a misunderstanding. Besides, it’s more than a lot of people have done!”

Bismuth blinked at the pinkish sheen around Steven’s cheeks, around the downturned brows - strange trick of the light, that. “Steven, come on. Just listen to me for a minute.”

“Okay,” Steven sighed, and leaned against the railing Bismuth had fixed just that morning.

“Point is, for me, the war had never ended. It wasn’t only yesterday, it was today. It was over for everyone, it seemed, except for me. And getting over that, getting used to that, really seeing that as the truth, not living every day buzzed up with that anticipation of the next battle, just waiting for Homeworld to come down hard on us with whatever new horror they’d come up with… that took a while. And it took help.”

[sudden apparent non-sequitur but It’s An Allegory, Steven.]

“When you make a sword, you can’t make it rigid and unyielding. You can’t just temper it into toughness and hardness and make it unbreakable. It needs to have some give in order to be durable, it needs to be able to bend so as not to shatter on impact. And sure, maybe the first parry or strike wouldn’t be the one to do it, but the tenth, the hundreth, the thousandth? Any time you might just find yourself holding on to a hilt with the jagged remnants of everything, and shards scattered on the ground. And if you’re very lucky, that’ll happen during friendly sparring, not in the heat of battle.”

Steven shrugged without response, and seemed to be shrugging off all the words as well. Back to the direct approach it was, then.

“Now you, Steven,” that at least got a bit more attention, “Sure, you can brawl with the best of ‘em, and you put that gem to damn good use. You’ve got great technique drilled in, too - I’d expect nothing less from one of Pearl’s students. But that’s not how you won, in the end, is it? You never won because you were tough, or strong. You have a diamond in you but you’re not hard at all. Well, except on yourself.”

“In the end all of this was possible because you were soft. Just malleable and pliable enough when it was needed. And that takes guts.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” Bismuth put a hand on his shoulder, and even with all the very human growing he’d done, he still seemed to almost disappear in it. “You put yourself out there for others… maybe it’s about time you let them help you.”

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The next chapter of the His Dark Materials/Daemons AU which I am sooooo painfully late with it’s not even funny anymore. Already posted some excerpts [here] and [here].

“She’s been... away on business, but we’ve sent a zeppelin for her and she’s well on her way back. Hopefully.”

“You have a zeppelin?” Rose was rapidly failing in all her efforts to keep her voice down.

“Of a sort. We, er, we... stole it.”

“Stole-!”

“Yes, well, stole might be a strong word,” Pearl tapped a finger against her chin. “You see, there was a small decommissioned postal craft left below the southern mail station aërodock that nobody would ever miss, all I had to do was fix it up a bit and-”

Rose blinked. “You fixed a decommissioned zeppelin.”

Pearl waved a hand almost casually. “I had some help, but yes. Svalbard, understandably, is hard to reach with other means of transport, and Bismuth needed to be able to go back and forth.”

“You,” Rose began, awed, “are utterly wasted on bringing me my slippers, I’ll tell you that.”

“Well then, maybe,” Pearl blushed, but there was nothing hesitant about her smirk and the strikingly proud tilt of her head, “maybe you could take them off with a bit more care than kicking them halfway across the room and sending them off under the cabinets and- and then I wouldn’t need to do that at all. And I could fix all the zeppelins in the world.”

[more from the super secret backroom rebellion meeting]

“They’re with the Consistorial Court of Discipline, no doubt. Always on the lookout for,” Bismuth grimaced, “heretics. A lot falls under that. A lot of good excuses to snatch someone off the street and do who knows what to them. And they’ve been funneling people there, people vanished by the CCD. Not lacking in test subjects lately.”

“How did you get this? Where?” It was Sapphire, this time. Ruby seemed overwhelmed, and sat clutching her hand desperately as the tiny frog and hare both whispered something to her.

“We traced the funding for all this. It was difficult and deliberately obfuscated, but we managed. A facility like this, an entire operation, cost a pretty amount, you’d assume - and you’d be right. It had to come from somewhere. And whoever was paying for it was likely to want to know what was being done with their investment.”

“So we followed the trail. And it turned out I was… ideally positioned to… to, erm, procure what evidence there was to be found. Because, well...” Pearl trailed off, and lifted one of the stolen report sheets for all to see.

It was as clear as day, the family crest right above the astronomical amount being granted. Four diamonds, neatly arranged.

Neshu’s ears were flat against his mane, and Rose found herself wishing the ground would simply open up and swallow both her and him and the chair that she sat on and he’d tried to duck under.

Bismuth spoke up, grim, every drop of earlier exuberance gone from her. “When the Diamonds look out from the windows of their mansion, they don’t see people. They see tools, toys, and weapons. Nothing else.” She sounded more tired than angry. “It’s just what they’ve always been doing, but writ large.”

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And then, of course, the Longass PearlRose Fixit because I hate the gag order but at the same time want it gone… slowly and organically. Alternating Rose and Pearl POVs spanning throughout the rebellion era, all sorts of flashbacks and Imagining Things included. At one point they end up attempting to essentially jailbreak Pearl, because Pearl is, as we all know, absolutely the most hardcore. Also thank you SU Movie for confirming all the awful Alexa-flavour fanon/headcanons and giving me an excuse to dive into a bunch of Gems-as-AI tropey stuff, on top of everything. [another previously posted fragment here]

“I don’t want to. I never want to do that to you again.” She stops, takes a breath, reconsiders. “And I know it’s a lot to ask of you, the trust I just… trampled over. So I want to make sure that it’s not just that, you trusting me not to make the same mistake again, with no reassurance anywhere. I—I want to not be able to. Nobody should be able to do that to you.”

“Nobody should be able to do that to anyone,” Pearl corrects readily.

“You’re right,” Rose smiles, only a bit wry, “as always. My brilliant, brilliant Pearl. What would I do without you?”

“Never get back to the point you were trying to make, I imagine,” Pearl quips with something resembling sauciness, and Rose feels at least some of the weight starting to lift off her.

“Right,” Rose agrees, chastised, and tries to focus. “I just… I’m not sure how, or what I need to do at all. It’s not like there’s much precedent – ownerless pearls are unheard of. Even when their owners get shattered, it’s only ever temporary, and, with such high demand, very brief.”

Pearl nods in agreement, and hums. “Luckily, we’ve seen plenty of unheard of and unspeakable things here.”

[echoes of Scabbard convo]

“I want to know, I want to be certain, that you’re here because you want to be.”

“So do I.” Pearl responds quietly, letting their fingers entwine.

[Giving an order not to follow orders doesn’t work, failsafes exist. Then they try a sort of ownership transfer thing, and try to make the new owner Pearl. It doesn’t register, “invalid transfer target”, even when Pearl tries to hack it - some odd gem tool that scans and pokes at her gem - she gets all bummed out because she can’t even reprogram a very basic and modifiable handheld tool/device to recognise a pearl as an actual gem and person. What chance does she have against hearts and minds and an entire ingrained culture of an entire sprawling empire?

“You changed my mind,” says Rose all softly and earnestly.

Have I really? Pearl asks herself but doesn’t let it escape out loud. Still. Step by small step, she admits to herself. Incremental, slow, but persistent work. She can do that. Even as down on herself as she is, she can do that.]

“The… the override.” Pearl breathes out suddenly.

“What?”

“The administrative override - you, or, well... Pink Diamond should be able to trigger it, even without a Rejuvenator. We shouldn’t…” Pearl looks strangely scared now, swallowing small gulps before pushing onwards, hands trembling and fingers knotting together, “w-we shouldn’t need a full reset, really, but. But we can try modifying the owner identification...”

Having to… turn into Pink again (turn back into yourself, you mean, a small voice whispers, who are you trying to fool) doesn’t sit well with her, of course, but. Get a hold of yourself, Pearl certainly has it so much worse in this scenario.

[more here about how they both need to kind of “revert” a bit to try this and it sucks, because no! unpleasant poking of holes in the elaborate fantasy! For the greater good, but still.]

And oh, Pearl looks just about ready to either cry with some strange terror Rose has never seen her display, or dissipate her form on the spot - the small dam of coldly throwing around terms like administrative override activation and owner identification variable providing just enough distance for her to carry on.

“It shouldn’t be too risky if we’re… if you’re careful.”

[Pearl trusts her with everything, her literal entire self - with this thing that is such a blatant violation of her being and her person, that she now wants to turn against itself, using one of the most humiliatingly clearly objectifying aspects of her status as an instrument of her liberation. It is all A Lot.]

Rose remembers, also, with a sting, the way she grumbled and sulked over the gaping pit of guilt in her stomach and refused to even look at the glowing, floating shell Blue was so insistently pushing her towards. She wanted her Pearl back, not whatever White and the others had decided to foist upon her now. Not a pale replacement, nothing they deemed suitable.

“Please state preferred customisation options.”

“Come on, Pink,” Blue urges, softly but mercilessly as ever, large hands enveloping Pink almost whole from where they’re planted on her shoulders, “White had her specially made, just for you! And we helped as well - only the best for our Pink. Now it’s up to you to put your finishing touches, as is proper-”

“What for? You’ll just take her away when you feel like it anyway,” she grumbles into her arms, curling up on the floor and resolutely refusing to look even as the glow spreads from the corner of her eye, insistent.

Just as insistent as the awfully familiar little voice. “Please state preferred customisation options.”

“I. Don’t. Care!” But now with a newly noticeable, if strained restraint - not, like her usual, punctuated with a slam of her fist on the floor tiles, perfectly shiny and pink. No, she couldn’t- do something like that again-

“Default setting selected. Please stand by.”

Yellow scoffs and moves to leave. “Come on, Blue. No point to us wasting our time being here if she’s just going to throw one of her tantrums.”

But Blue refuses to leave it at that, and makes sure to cut with parting words, before slinking through the large pink doorway. “I am very disappointed in you, Pink. To act like that, and with White personally making sure you got such a lovely gift even after everything...”

“Waste of good nacre, if you ask me,” Yellow muses from somewhere up above. “At least try not to break this one.”

The glow intensifies with a hum, and Pink screws her eyes shut and pretends not to see or hear anything.

By the time she opens them again, the others are gone.

But then there is another presence at her side, hovering just behind, as is proper court protocol. The shuffling of tiny, soft slippers on the polished stone - weren’t pearls supposed to be endlessly, effortlessly quiet?

“Leave me alone,” she preempts quietly. The shuffling moves away.

“Please identify yourself.”

Calmly, now, calmly but firmly, just like we planned it. Don’t mess this up now. She’s counting on you. She trusts you. “Pearl.”

“Please state preferred customisation options.”

They’ve discussed this too, of course - extensive (over)preparation and planning down to minutiae is Pearl’s go-to at the best of times, and something she clutches at for comfort at the worst of times. And she’s always, to a sometimes comical extent, despised that ridiculous dress. To a wonderful extent, too, all things considered.

“Revert to last implemented appearance.”

“Settings selected. Please stand by.”

[Of course this doesn’t work because all it does is change the $username$ variable, not the actual identity of the person imprinted: it’s still Rose/Pink, she’s just nicknamed “Pearl” now, but she can still give orders and everything.]

[evolves into Pearl literally hacking herself… the most hardcore of modders]

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Pearl Playing the Field aka “why not hyper-analyze that one brief shot of the notes and phone numbers in Pearl’s gem and write 9 meet-cutes”. Pearl goes out to “find herself”. Whatever that is supposed to mean. Supposed to be set pre-ASPR, but also extends past it. Ended up with some Bispearl in it too because I am predictable and can absolutely not help myself.

“Your hair is wonderful!” She feels like she almost has to shout to be heard over the din of the bar’s ill-chosen soundtrack, and she doesn’t appreciate it. Definitely not one of her favourite places she’s decided to visit recently. And the ventilation is atrocious.

But still, she’s come all this way, so she may as well make the best of it. And while the preoccupation with hairstyles during first meetings seems like a bit of an odd running theme (can it really be termed a running theme, though, if it’s happened all of two times?), it’s certainly worked in the past (recent, very recent, and hardly bursting with relevant instances, Pearl!). Oh, and this particular one is just too fascinating. Approaching a work of art, Pearl would dare say. Especially, well. Especially when paired with the lovely eyes and striking jawline and strong neck it seems to deliberately be drawing attention to.

Pearl leans on the bar, in the bit of space the woman happily makes for her, and tries to look confident and well-informed, but not smug, no, never smug. “I know... about the, uh, goop, of course. I know how one accomplishes this.”

The woman gives a bemused smile. “Thanks! Not too shabby yourself.” She leans in closer. “I'm actually in school for it.”

“School?” Pearl casts desperately back to what she's heard from Steven and Greg's often hasty instruction. That was for educating human children, wasn't it? She'd put one together for Steven that one time, with desks and a blackboard… and Connie attended one regularly...

“Yeah, kind of a late game career change.” Pearl nods along as she realises - or, rather, remembers - she is absolutely terrible at gauging human ages. “But I thought... after almost 30 years in accounting and not going anywhere I wanted to be going... it��s not like we have all the time in the world, right? So I figured, why not? Go for something I'm actually invested in and that I've always wanted to do, y'know?”

“Oh. Oh yes, yes I do.” And for once, she really does. Well, not the time-related bit, perhaps, but the very particular delight of getting to pursue one’s genuine interests after a long while of being denied? Absolutely. “I’ve done something of the sort myself, actually. Go for it! As they, uh, say.”

The dramatic gesture of almost punching the air with a closed triumphant/defiant fist might have been a tad over the top, but it wins her a smile that doesn’t seem unkind. The woman winks and tips her glass at Pearl, then finishes her drink - something sweet-smelling and almost as colourful as her hair.

“I had a classmate do this one for me, and I did hers after.” Pearl is nodding along again, leaning in to hear better as the woman’s voice dips lower. “I kind of like to experiment, push the limits, go wild with it. Hey. You interested? Promise I won’t go too wild on you.”

Pearl's mind goes blank there for a moment. The woman is… very close, and there are unignorable implications unrelated to hair styling so obvious here even she is picking up on them without issue, and the music hasn’t gotten any quieter. Interested in what, exactly, she wants to ask, but she came here for wild new experiences and exciting novelty, didn’t she, so instead comes out with a rather strangled-sounding: “Eughhhhh...uhhh.... Ye...s?”

The woman’s expression goes serious. “Hey, come on, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

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Forge Showdown AU - aka in a twist of fate Bismuth poofs Rose during their confrontation and revelations happen that change the course of… well, pretty much everything - one of a bunch of AUs where the PD reveal happens earlier and under different circumstances (I had an idea of doing a 5+1 of those at one point).

The glow of the lava coloured the quickly dissipating smoke more orange-red than pale pink, and Bismuth stared numbly at where their revered leader, Rose Quartz herself, had been standing mere moments ago. She’d lashed out, true, but she hadn’t really been expecting the clumsy blow - more of a warning, or underlining a point in their continued argument-turned-fight - to land. In all their many sparring sessions, Rose had never succumbed to something like that, would have never so much as let it brush against her. But she’d been- frozen, distracted… by what?

There, scraping softly against the ground as it rolled with leftover momentum...

That was not a rose quartz gem.

Bismuth raked her mind feverishly, thought back through the last few, oddly blurred seconds.

“We’re not using this, Bismuth! It’d make us just as bad as them!”

“No! You’re the one who’s as bad as them- look at you, lording over all of us, thinking it’s your right to command me, order me around, like you’re, what, my diamond?”

It… it had to be some kind of imposter, or spy. Right? Some kind of… awful Homeworld plan, trying to tear the Rebellion apart from the inside. Where was Rose, then? The real one? Captured? Being interrogated somewhere, her whereabouts kept strictly secret to minimise the chance of rescue? Shattered? Impossible, they’d never hear the end of the victorious crowing.

When could it have happened? The last few battles and meetings had been nothing out of the ordinary, and Bismuth couldn’t think of anything odd or off about Rose recently at all. Not a single hint or sign that anything was amiss. Not a single misstep. Homeworld would have trained and conditioned its agents well, but Rose- Rose was singular, and utterly one-of-a-kind, and how could they possibly capture all of it so perfectly-

Bismuth startled out of her thoughts as the beginnings of light seemed to gather in the core of the gem, and all but threw herself onto it, encasing it in a bubble.

Rose was rather special, wasn’t she? And not just in what she said or what she did or how she behaved or what she led and encouraged them to do, but…

Her endless array of wondrous powers. Her sheer strength, overpowering ruby fusions and quartz battalions alike almost single-handedly. The healing which Bismuth herself had been on the receiving, lifesaving end of countless times. The way she called upon the organic creatures of the planet to fight for her, fighting in their name. And then, her regular absences. The way she seemed to know exactly what the Homeworld troops were up to - that wasn’t just some kind of tactical brilliance.

She dared to look at the gem again. Its hue was changed some by the bubble, but that was still in no way a rose quartz gem. No, it was an altogether different shape, but a terrifyingly familiar one.

But it made no sense!

Bismuth ran a slightly trembling hand down her face.

Pearl. Of course, Pearl would have to know, if anyone. About… whatever this was.

But if this, if she was… her, then Pearl-

Bismuth’s insides twisted in horrible ways as the implications began to flitter through her mind, each one worse than the one before it. There was the old call-and-response ringing in her ears, making her feel disoriented and sick with what had to be the beginnings of anger, could grow into a great fury, leaving her unnecessary breaths ragged: Who do you belong to? Nobody!

But-

Not Pearl, then. At least, not at first. Garnet. Garnet would know, and Garnet could See. They’d get to the bottom of this.

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A metric ton of rebellion era ficlets, vignettes from my eeeEEeeEEeeEEE Bismuth collection mostly, which I’ve been accumulating since 2016 and have only posted some - Pearl, Rose, Garnet, Bismuth centric, occasionally with my takes on namedropped characters, some of which would now need an update to match actual canon.

Snowflake was there, held in Garnet’s arms. The familiar pattern of white speckles on black skin, the tight silver coils of hair sticking out every which way.

“We got her back. She wanted to see you.”

“Me? And you just listened to her? Are you out of your mind? How can I help? Have you taken her to Rose? If her gem- if she-”

“I’m right here!” Snowflake struggled out of Garnet’s hold, and stood up - wobbly, barely upright, but determined, on those legs that ran circles around Homeworld, and ran interference and messages faster than any Wailing Stone, in a pinch. “And I’m fine!”

“You don’t look fine, Snowy- listen, please just-”

Snowflake walked up to her, not stumbling a single time, and, gritting her teeth, looked right at her. The hairline fractures in her gem were visible from here, and Bismuth couldn’t help a wince. “Snowflake, come on-”

“I didn’t tell them anything.”

Bismuth wanted to clutch her to her chest and scream a thousand things at her, but You don’t have to prove anything to me and I’m proud of you and I’m going to make them pay for ever laying a finger on you all waged a war in her throat.

In the end she just settled on holding her close, very gently, until Garnet left, unheard, and came back with Rose, tears already in abundance.

[Later:] “I never properly thanked you, Garnet. For bringing Snowflake back.”

Garnet shrugged. “It was a group effort.”

A familiar voice sounded at the entrance to the Forge. “Now come along, it’s just here. Bismuth? Do you have a moment?”

“You know I always have time for you, Pearl,” she called back, putting her current project away. “What did you nee- oh.”

Bismuth blinked.

“Uh... wow,” was the only thing she could manage as pearl after pearl filed into her Forge, soon taking up most of the space around the anvil in impressively neat rows. “New recruits? A whole bunch of you, too.”

“Yes, well,” Pearl made her way to the front of the group, carefully avoiding brushing against the others on her way. She was fidgeting again, long fingers tangling and untangling rapidly, and that was one sure sign of mounting distress. “Garnet and I had planned out an attack on one of Blue Diamond’s supply lines. There was supposed to be a shipment of weapons coming in today, but it turns out it was… pearls.”

There was something rather off about Pearl’s tone, too. Bismuth made a note to ask later, and do her best to catch her alone.

“Well, all the better for us. Nice to have you all on board.” Her jovial tone was only slightly forced - the pearls all looked like they clearly needed something resembling friendliness, but their skittishness was palpable. She turned towards a pale green pearl right at the front of the group. “Now, what do I call you?”

There was nothing but mild confusion, vague fear, and general quiet shuffling. “No ideas yet? Don’t worry about it! There’s plenty of time to decide and find something that fits.”

[she does indeed manage to talk to Pearl alone, later]

“What’s the real problem, Pearl? You can’t fool me. I can tell something’s wrong.”

The rather flimsy front finally crumbled at that.

“I just… we- we took out the citrines they’d sent with the shuttle, and Garnet boosted me up so I could force the hatch open and I did, but then...” Pearl let out a distressed little half-sigh half-sob, one hand gesturing weakly. “They were all looking at me so wide-eyed and...”

She took a moment to at least attempt to collect herself.

“I don’t mind having them here, it’s not that at all. It’s just that… we were standing there, with all these newly-made pearls and… obviously I couldn’t just leave them there, in the middle of nowhere! And after what we did, whoever found them, they’d just have them shattered. Because of me. They were compromised. You’ve heard what they do now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard. They’re the monsters, Pearl, and it’s not on you. It’s not you doing that to pearls, it’s them.”

“But it is on me! It quite literally is because of me, because of what I did, and continue to do. I made myself visible and played at being important and look what it got us,” Pearl was near tears, a frustrated blue colouring her face, “a handful of runaways and the rest being treated worse than ever.”

The tears were out in full force after that, and Bismuth put an arm around Pearl’s shaking shoulders. “Hey, hey, none of that.”

“We ended up taking them with us, but it feels like… it feels like I forced them to come here. Is it really any better than what Homeworld does? All I did was say you’re going to be rebels instead of you’re going to serve and they never got a say in anything.”

“Have you asked them?”

“They don’t know what-”

“Hey. Just ask them, okay? Ask them what they want. We can help them either way. Of course I’d love them to stay. But it’s not up to me, and if they want to go to wherever it was they were supposed to go- we can do that, too.”

[Rose discovers her healing tears in a dramatic fashion - they come up with the idea to make the fountain - and thanks to Save the Light we have a pretty good idea of who lovingly made all those statues]

She gently wiped away some of the chiselling dust with the flat of her thumb, just like a tear. A magnificent, healing, life-giving tear.

This was familiar work. But with none of the endless chafing, none of the hated reminders of her former station - Bismuth couldn’t find anything in herself but reverence. And… inspiration. She was a Gem, stars knew she didn’t need rest, breaks, anything of the sort, but still - this pace wasn’t something she’d felt driven to in a long, long while. All day under the burning summer sun, and every night under the light of her own gem. All alone, as the sanctuary took form under her hands.

To get the curls just right, tiny detail by tiny detail, somehow communicate the softness of those cheeks in stone… it took drawing upon the very depths of her well of skill, because how else could she ever hope to capture the likeness of someone as extraordinary as Rose Quartz?

With small, careful movements, she formed the roundness of the lips that could spit fiery words of rebellion, inspire like no other, scowl fiercely in the heat of battle, smile contagiously, bellow out an outrageous fireside guffaw, murmur comforts so softly, kiss…

And then she did it again, and again, and again.

[in the end, Rose is presented with a veritable shrine to herself]

“Rose? Is something wrong? You… don’t like it?”

“No, no, Bismuth, it’s… it’s incredible.” The smile Rose turned on her was as beautiful as anything, but it wasn’t hard to notice it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

#steven universe #oathkeeper writes things #INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO:#pearl #bismuth #rose quartz #bispearl #pearlrose #daemon au #the pearletariat #pearl playing the field #those stars of brightest magnitude #let's get down to bismuth #steven universe future #i love pearls just... bury me in a big pile of pearls honestly #endless wip pile #fanfiction #my fic

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a little in love now and then, part 7/? | ao3 | ff.net |

Summary: Abarai Renji doesn’t have a fortune, but he does appear to be in want of a wife, at least in Lady Kuchiki’s opinion. Fortunately, Lady Kuchiki also has a sister, and a woefully eligible one, at that. (itty bitty Hisana Lived! AU)

Rating: T, for minor cussing

This time: The Truth Emerges: Rukia and Hisana come to an understanding. A few understandings.

Rukia studied her own face in the mirror as her maid carefully unpinned her hair. She wondered if she was pretty. People told her she was sometimes. Being pretty wasn’t something she usually cared much about. She had two ice-based sword attacks, a third-rank kidou master certification, and was cleared to use shunpo in combat. She was the Fourth Seat of Squad Thirteen, and ever since she came back to duty, her captain had been making vague little hints about the vice-captain’s examination, something he didn’t do toward Kotetsu or Kotsubaki (both of whom she could beat at arm wrestling).

Anyone who wanted to marry her, she had long assumed, was in it for the surname, first and foremost. And who could blame them?

She was pretty sure Renji wasn’t in it for the surname. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“You have to go, Rukia, they’re your family.”

Rukia chewed the inside of her cheek. She’d grawed over that one for years, like a dog worrying a bone. Why couldn’t he have appealed to her sense of greed? Told her how great the noble life would be, all rich silks and richer food? She could have gone off with a cheeky wink and a mercenary grin. Maybe she could have convinced her family to still let her see him, toss a few favors to someone who had done so much for her in the past. Or maybe she would have just refused altogether, stayed at the Academy, virtuously giving up the fancy life to live according to her own principles. To stay with the only person left of the little family she’d made for herself.

Instead, he had pushed her away, as though the blood that she shared with Hisana had anything on the blood they had spilled for each other, time and again. She loved Hisana now of course, and Touma, and maybe Byakuya, a little, but that was a thing she had decided. A choice she had made-- to give her love to the people who wanted her, instead of the person who didn’t.

But… but maybe she had it all wrong. Maybe Renji had wanted to be the altruistic one, hadn’t wanted to stand in the way of her happiness. Maybe he had just said the first stupid thing that popped into his thick skull. Why had she spent so many years trying to assign meaning to the words of a knuckleheaded boy who used to get stuck trying to jump out of the window of the zanjutsu dojo in his eagerness to catch her attention? More than once, even.

She wondered if he thought she was pretty, either now or back then.

There was a light rap on the door.

Mikan nudged her. “Miss Rukia?”

“Ah, come in?” Rukia called, and Hisana’s face poked into the room. “Oh, hello, Sister.”

“Go have a cup of tea, will you, Mikan?” Hisana dismissed Rukia’s maid. “I want to dote on my sister for a bit.”

“Yes, Lady,” Mikan nodded, setting the last kanzashi on Rukia’s dressing table, and getting up to leave.

“Sooooo,” Hisana drew out, picking up a hairbrush and settling herself behind Rukia. “His manners could use a little work, eh?”

Rukia raised an eyebrow at her sister in the mirror. “Save it for Byakuya. I’m wise to your tricks.”

Hisana grinned mischievously. “So is Byakuya, he just enjoys indulging me.”

“If you believe that, I think he’s finally managed to pull one over on you.”

“Perhaps,” Hisana teased. “But I didn’t come here to talk about Byakuya.”

Rukia set her jaw. Feigning indifference would only play directly into Hisana’s hands. No, directness was her only hope. “He’s not terrible,” she announced. “Abarai, I mean. We both know how terrible Byakuya is.”

Hisana waved a hand dismissively. “Yes, that goes without saying. “Not terrible”? Goodness, I feel like I should order my sister-of-the-bride kimono!”

“Here is my offer,” Rukia plowed on, ignoring this tomfoolery. “I am willing to give Lieutenant Abarai a chance. But in exchange, I need some space. I barely know the man.” She tried to meet her sister’s eyes in the mirror, but Hisana was concentrating on untangling a knot that may or may not have actually existed. “Can you do that? Can you stop throwing lordlings and fancy boys at me for five minutes so I can actually consider one of them?”

Hisana hummed softly. “That seems very reasonable…” she said lightly, and Rukia prepared for the other shoe to drop. “As long as you actually give him a chance, and don’t just use this as a ploy to get me off your back.” Hisana looked up. “You’re very charming, Rukia, when you want to be, and Lieutenant Abarai seems like the sort of upright young gentleman you would rope into helping you pull a grift on your loving sister.”

“Hisana!” Rukia squawked. “He is neither upright, nor a gentleman, and also, I would never pull a grift on you!”

Hisana’s eyes were steely in the mirror. “That’s a rather harsh thing to say about someone you just met. And we both know there’s nothing shameful about an honest, well-executed grift.”

Rukia sighed. Well, she had been looking for an opportunity. It wasn’t a good one, but at least it was an opportunity. “Er, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Hisana cocked an eyebrow. “Has there?”

Rukia picked up one of her kanzashi, adorned with a green and white water lily. She fiddled with it, running her thumb over the smooth enamel. “It wasn’t lying. I don’t know Lieutenant Abarai very well. But, er… this isn’t… exactly… the first time we’ve met.”

“He was involved in your rescue, no? And something about jail?”

Rukia pressed the pads of her finger over the sharp points of the hairpin. “Ye-esss. That’s all true. But also…” She took a deep breath and then forced the words up from her heart and out her mouth at a speed that would have impressed her brother-in-law. “Renji’s from Inuzuri. I knew him there. We came to the Seireitei together, enrolled at the Academy together. I haven’t spoken to him in years. He’s not a stranger, but he might as well be.” There. It was out.

Hisana leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “So, in Inuzuri, would you classify him as just someone you knew, or a friend? Or maybe a… rival?”

Rukia squeezed her eyes shut guiltily. “I may have pulled a grift or two with him!”

Hisana gasped. “Rukia! How could you?”

“I’m sorry, Sister!” Rukia wailed.

“How?” Hisana wailed in return, with the vibrato of a professional actress. “How could my own sister underestimate me like this?” Her face resolved into a deadpan. “Really, Rukia. They do a little profile in the Bulletin whenever someone new makes Captain or Vice-Captain. It listed Renji’s home district-- as if I couldn’t tell he was from the deep South after thirty seconds of talking to him--cripes, that accent is nostalgic. I also happened to notice that he graduated from school the same year you would have. There’s no way you wouldn’t have known him-- you would have met at the Consolidated Shinigami Recruitment Station, if nothing else.”

Rukia hunched with shame.

“I suspected there was something more to it, though-- why else would a young man like that want to work for your brother?”

“The position was open?” Rukia offered hopefully.

“The vice-captaincy of the Thirteenth has been open for years! He didn’t even apply-- presumably he didn’t want to be your commanding officer--”

“I wish you wouldn’t gossip about me with my captain,” Rukia groaned.

“I wasn’t,” Hisana excused. “We were gossiping about Renji. No, Byakuya came home, very pleased about this absolutely excessive job application he had received, the first day the position was open. Mark my words, Renji was waiting for Shirogane to retire. I bet he even hangs out at that awful sunglasses shop.”

“I don’t know why he does anything,” Rukia excused. “I haven’t talked to him in years. Maybe he has a crush on Brother.”

“Byakuya wasn’t the one he couldn’t keep his eyes off at dinner,” Hisana returned pointedly. “That kimono was a good call, no?”

Rukia wanted to shoot off another sharp-tongued retort, but she came up empty. Had Renji really been looking at her during dinner? She had been too grumpy to pay attention. It was highly likely Hisana was imagining things, or at best, exaggerating, but her stomach fluttered at the thought, anyway.

“Childhood friends, I supposed,” Hisana was grumbling. “Academy sweethearts, possibly. But your old grifting partner! I don’t believe this. I don’t believe you.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Rukia excused, knowing full well it had been exactly like that. “He’s the only other person I ever met down there with any decent spiritual pressure. And he’s painfully honest, he wasn’t even a very good con man.” Somehow this lie seemed more disloyal than anything else she had said about Renji. People were always trusting his stupid, honest face. He was creative and charismatic and had an excellent sense of people. He had never once let her down on a job. The only thing that made him a bad con artist was how much he hated doing it.

Hisana’s face had gone still and serious. “You left him. When Byakuya adopted you.”

“We were already drifting apart,” Rukia sniffed. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t enough to cover the larger truth they were both thinking. Of course she had left him. That’s what we do, isn’t it, Sister?

Hisana was brushing Rukia’s hair a bit too roughly, and Rukia let her. She clenched the hairpin in her fist, letting it bite into her palm.

“You’re very lucky,” Hisana finally said, her voice rough. “To get a second chance. Don’t… don’t make too many assumptions about his feelings. People… can be more forgiving than you expect.”

Rukia didn’t loosen her grip on the hairpin. She wanted to absolve her sister, to tell her she had done nothing wrong. But she couldn’t do that without absolving herself in the bargain, and that wasn't something she had any right to do. She didn’t particularly want Renji’s absolution, either, but maybe that’s what it would take to finally prove to Hisana that she really and truly forgave her. “Fine!” she announced, trying to pull the conversation out of this treacherous territory. “What proof do you want that I am honestly and truly entertaining that overgrown doofus as a romantic prospect? Wear his hair ribbon tied around my arm? Buy matching sunglasses? Smooch him in public? I assure you, Byakuya will hate all of those options.”

Hisana straightened, pulling herself back together as well. “Well, you have to stop calling him a doofus, for one.”

“That, I refuse to do.”

Hisana reached around Rukia to place the hairbrush back on the table, and smoothed her hair one last time with her hand. “Maybe you could just tell me how it’s going once in a while. I hear that’s a thing sisters do sometimes.”

Rukia swallowed. “I can do that.”

Hisana smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She leaned forward, and kissed the back of Rukia’s head quickly before rising. “And don’t you worry about Byakuya. I have him under control.”

“Do you, though?” Rukia asked.

Hisana frowned thoughtfully. “Yes. Whatever you decide about Renji, I’ll bring him around.” She frowned. “But, uh, I’ve been playing a little fast and loose with details, so do me a favor, and try to talk to Byakuya about this as little as possible.”

“That,” said Rukia, “is something I can definitely agree to.”

#my writing #bleach fanfic #renruki #byahisa #i love (2) inuzuri trashbag sisters

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Care

Basically: Four(Vio) isn’t taking care of himself. Sky intervenes.

Sooooo this takes place in the beginning of this whole LU adventure.

-<>-<>-<>-<>-

Sky hadn’t known this other hero for long, but he definitely knew that reading literally every minute one could was unhealthy.

Maybe that was why the other’s eyes seemed to be violet.

Sky looked up from where he was carving. There he was, Four was once again on the ground reading. Sky squinted, Four was also taking notes.

The chosen hero looked up to the slowly setting sun. Alright! Enough was enough!

“Four?”

The younger hero looked up from his book, though he continued to glance back to the pages. “Yeah?”

“How about you take a break from reading?”

“I’m good.” Four went back to his book, though he was muttering a lot. His hands were in tight fists.

“Four, you’ve been reading nonstop for days.” Sky at least had to get Four to stop for a night.

“I have to figure this out!” Four snapped.

“Nothing is worth your health, Four! You need a break! You need to sleep! You need to eat!” Sky insisted.

“That can wait! It’s not as importa—“

“Four! Whatever you’re doing can wait!”

“No he can’t!” Four yelled. “I need to bring him back! I need to get him back! It’s all my fault why he’s gone and now I need to bring him back!”

“Four…” Sky was at a loss. What could he say? He wasn’t sure how to help.

Four sighed. “I’m sorry, Sky. I just need to do this. Please don’t make me stop.”

The elder hero studied the other. “He must be very lucky for you to care so much.”

“I..I don’t ca-care that much!”

Sky chuckled, he didn’t believe the young hero. His face became solemn as he stood and sat next to Four. “I’m worried about you.”

“You’ve known me for only a few days and you’re already worried?”

The chosen hero gave a soft smile. “It must be a ‘sharing the same spirit thing.’”

Four snorted.

“Four...as much as I joke, I am genuinely worried for you.”

“I know.” Four muttered. He glued his gaze to the open book before him.

“You haven’t been eating or sleeping and haven’t talked much either.”

“I know! I’m sorry.”

“Four, this isn’t something to be taken for granted! You need to take care of yourself.”

Four clutched his head and curled in on himself. He was muttering. “I know. I know. I know. I know! Shut up! Just be quiet and give me a moment of peace!”

As if responding to his outburst, the world went silent. The leaves stopped their swaying, the animals ceased their noises, and the wind itself seemed to freeze.

“Are you alright, Four?”

“No, I’m not! I’m tired! Stressed! Angry! And worst of all, I have nothing to show for it! Each book I study, every person I speak with, even all the times I’ve prayed for him to come back! Nothing has worked! And it’s all my fault. I’m the reason he’s gone.”

“Who?”

“Someone I knew.”

“What happened?”

Four stared at his open book. The pages gently turned from a soft wind. “I made a choice, I hurt him and I can’t change that but...I need to bring him back, he sacrificed himself to save Zelda and me. Despite how I hurt him. I need to get him back.”

“You must care about him very much.”

“No! I..I don’t, it’s just...it doesn’t feel right to abandon him.”

Sky was already eager to know more. “What’s he like?”

Four seemed to get lost in memories as he answered. “Well, He’s rude, brash, dramatic, and...There’s just so much more to him than meets the eye.”

Sky watched as Four stared at his book. There was an emotion that Sky knew all too well in Four’s eyes.

Sky missed someone too.

“He seems to be pretty different than you. You must have brought out the best in each other.”

“Not at all. He was so desperate to be different than me, to be his own person, that he did bad things. Many bad things. He hurt a lot of people. And I...he brought out a part of myself that I don’t like. I lied, I hurt others, and I...I don’t want to do that again.” Four brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.

“If you both brought out such horrid parts from each other then why would you want to bring him back?” Sky honestly didn’t understand.

“I owe him that. In the end he wasn’t all that bad...maybe...maybe he can change.”

“Do you truly believe that?”

“I don’t...I’m not…”

“Four, from what you’ve said, it sounds like this person wasn’t good.”

“...I...he can become better.”

“Do you hope so or know so?” This was important.

“Honestly, I’m hoping.”

Four winced and grabbed his head. A few violent flashes of color went into his eyes before going back to violet. Sky didn’t notice, too lost in thought.

“You have to think about the sake of Hyrule. If you bring him back—“

“But I’ve already betrayed him. I can’t—I won’t—do that again.”

Sky looked at Four, at the determined look in his eyes. “Can you say that he can change? With absolute certainty.”

Something filled Four’s eyes, an emotion that Sky couldn’t quite name. “No.”

Sky sighed. It didn’t seem like a good idea.

“But, I will bring him back. No matter what.”

“Why?”

“Because—“It hit Sky like a loftwing. The emotion that had filled Four’s violet eyes. It was one that Sky was familiar with. Whenever Sun smiled down at him—“I care. I care.”

It sounded like Four wasn’t just telling those words to Sky, but to himself as well.

Sky saw the emotions that blended into his violet eyes. He knew that Four would be able to handle this. Though that didn’t make it any easier for Sky.

“You care. I trust that you can handle whatever happens with him?”

Four nodded. “Definitely.”

“But that doesn’t mean you get to be obsessed with trying to bring him back. I bet that he wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself. I don’t doubt that you have many people who care for you. All you have to do is open up to them.”

Four smiled. Looking better than he had in days. “I will. But...can you help me? I’ve never been that good on my own.”

Sky grinned. “Of course!”

The next morning, Sky would look into Four’s eyes and see them a light shade of blue.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #dani writes #hero of the four sword #hero of the sky #Sky #Four #Vio #i redid this so many times

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forever-forgotten-angel · 5 years

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True Love’s Quest Chapter 1

Sooooo....I had a dream that was basically a full length musical movie about this gay Prince and his Knight and their love story and I was like “Well I can’t force Disney to make this for me so I might as well Thvi-ify it right?” .....So here we are. This story is made up of what I can remember of the dream and me embellishing it to make it work. Hope you all enjoy!

PS: The bold and italicized bits are the singing. I attempted to write songs. I’m sorry.

Warnings: Language and sexual innuendo (Remus is in this so...yeah). My bad attempts at songwriting. Romantic Thomas/Virgil. Sympathetic Deceit and Remus. Genders of some characters changed because I wanted to keep them to the genders of the characters that were in my dream (Roman and Patton are Princesses, Logan is a High Priestess of Magic if you were wondering exactly who). Think that’s it but let me know if you see anything I should add!

Once upon there was a love story unfolding in a beautiful and mystical kingdom, a love story that was in peril of coming to and end, and not a happy one.

Our story begins with the King and Queen of the gorgeous kingdom of Namor. King Jasper and Queen Talia were honorable rulers, doing their best to rule justly and generously. They had three children. Their oldest was Prince Thomas, in line to soon take over as king. Their middle child was Princess Roman, regarded by the whole kingdom as the most magnificent and lovely princess the land had ever known. Their youngest and final child was Princess Patton.

Prince Thomas was nearing his 30th birthday, and thus the time he would be taking over as the King of Namor, and his parents stepping down, to enjoy their final years at peace with their family, having ruled for many years. As was tradition, the day exactly half a year before the new King’s coronation day, the Crown Prince would announce his choice of bride with a wedding set for a mere fortnight after the announcement. That day had finally arrived for prince Thomas, and his parents were eager for the event.

King Jasper and Queen Talia: Today’s the day we’ve waited for, for our son shall decide

Who within the kingdom walls he chooses as his bride

The one to rule beside him as our kingdom becomes theirs

While we spend our final years relaxing, and doting on the heirs

Through this marriage, our future is born and the process begins again

They will raise their children to take their place and have their own retirement

For that’s the way it’s always been

We all know that a King must have a Queen

The future King was also wide awake and eager as he rushed through the halls back to his bed chambers. He was not yet dressed for the day, but that barely crossed his mind in his excitement. As he reached his destination he flung open the doors and as he had expected a knight already dressed in his dark armor with the kingdoms crest embossed into it was sitting on his bed, his gaze lighting up upon seeing Thomas, though he gave a scowl in the Prince’s direction.

“I am your knight Sire, I am meant to accompany you everywhere. Yet this is the latest of many times in the past year that you have snuck out without me in the early hours of the day.” It is true that this knight had been assigned to his protection duty since he turned eighteen. His knight had turned the same age that year, and they had grown up the best of friends. No one was more dedicated to his protection than the man before him. He smiled at the night and closed the door behind him.

Rushing over he pressed a kiss to his knight’s lips as he slid forward to sit on the man’s lap. “Sorry, love.” He sweetened his apology with another kiss, his night leaning in as it deepened. It took a few minutes before the knight pulled back with a sigh. “We should stop doing that Thomas. We won’t be able to after today.” Thomas grinned as he brought a small book in his hand to the knight’s attention. “That’s what you think Virgil.”

Virgil glanced at the book curiously but was still unconvinced. “You already asked your parents if you could marry me instead of one of the ladies of the kingdom. They said you couldn’t.” Thomas shook his head. “No they said I couldn’t marry someone who couldn’t provide me and the kingdom with a child. A future ruler.” Virgil tilted his head in confusion. “What’s the difference?” Thomas took one of his knight’s hands, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss before placing the book into it, opening it to a freshly marked page. “This.”

Thomas: I remember crystal clear, my parents did decree

That if not for one little thing they’d let you marry me

Our marriage just could not provide the kingdom with an heir

So I scoured all the library shelves and guess what I found there

This is the answer we’ve been searching for, it’s the miracle we need

Just look! It’s perfect! Our problem is solved! Go on and take a read

“This is what I have been doing in the mornings when I sneak away. Research. I didn’t want to bring you along because you get too little sleep as it is. But I was determined to find a way for us to be together, and I have. Just in time too.” Thomas’ voice was cheerful and full of love as he directed Virgil’s eyes down to the page he had turned to.

Virgil looked down at the page, scanning over it shrewdly. Thomas watched as his face changed into an expression of tentative hope. “You really think this will work?” Thomas cupped his lover’s face in his hands. “It has to.” Virgil’s lips had a small smile on them as he asked his next question. “And you are sure you want to do this?” Thomas hoped the kiss he gives Virgil in response to that fully extinguishes and trace of doubt, but just in case he emphasizes it with passionate words.

Thomas: I won’t let us be parted by anything

I believe that a King can have a King

“Will you do this with me Virgil? I know you get anxious-” Virgil cut his Prince off with a quick but loving kiss to Thomas’ forehead, pulling back to look straight into the eyes that he loved to get lost in. “You’re worth it. We’re worth it. We’re worth fighting for.” Virgil watched as the eyes before him lit up with pure joy, the sight making his heart melt. “We’re worth fighting for.” Thomas repeated in agreement before reluctantly getting up off of Virgil’s lap.

There was an announcement to get ready for after all.

An hour later, the King and Queen stood proudly beside their son on the steps of the castle, his knight fidgeted nervously as he stood behind the prince, knowing what was about to happen. The Princesses stood further back, there to support their brother. “It is time Prince Thomas, to announce to our fair kingdom of Namor which lucky lady you choose to one day rule at your side. So tell us, who is to be your Queen?” It seemed that everyone in the kingdom had come to hear the announcement yet you couldn’t hear a single peep among the large crowd as the King finished speaking. All were awaiting the Crown Prince’s response with bated breath.

Thomas fought the urge to glance back at Virgil as he spoke as loud and clear as he could manage. “I choose my knight, l Sir Virgil to rule by my side as my King.” The crowd gasped before descending into murmured chaos. Thomas reached behind him to take Virgil’s hand, trying to calm the clearly nervous warrior, as he met the reproachful gaze of his father with his own.

King Jasper: Son, we’ve been through this already, your union can not be

I won’t let the passing of the royal bloodline end with your mother and me

I know what you think your love is worth

But this has been planned since before your birth

Thomas: Father, I have found a way we can both have what we planned

Your kingdom will have a royal heir and I will have my true love’s hand

Just listen! And you will understand

“There is a magical ritual father, a ritual that will allow an heir of mine and Virgil’s blood to be carried in the womb of another. All we need is someone who can perform the spell, a willing carrier, and a few drops of mine and Virgil’s blood.” Thomas showed the book to his father. The King took the book over to the court librarian to confirm it’s authenticity. Once that was done he returned to his son, looking at his determined face. The determination in Thomas’ face was matched by his tone as he spoke his next words. “When we discussed this last year you both said if Virgil was able to provide an heir than you would allow me to marry him.”

Thomas: It’s all right there, we can have everything

I love him. Please let him be my King

It was clear from the look on the King and Queen’s faces that they did not expect their son to actually go and find a way for Virgil to give him an heir. Nonetheless, Japer and Talia were not the type of royals to go back on their word, not were they the type of parents to deny their son’s happiness unless absolutely necessary. The Princesses were nodding encouragingly at their parents, clearly trying to urge them to agree. Both knew how much this meant to their older brother. With a simple look to each other, the rulers had a silent exchange before both nodded.

“Very well Thomas. If you can find a magical being willing and able to perform this spell, we will allow you to marry your knight.” The noise of the crowd grew as those closest to the front of the steps spread the news of what was going on through all the way to the back. Soon the whole kingdom knew what their Prince aimed to do.

Large smiles made their way onto both Thomas and Virgil’s faces. “Thank you father. Thank you mother. Thank you so mu-” His father held up his right hand for silence. “On one condition. It must be done within a week. The wedding must go ahead as planned in a fortnight as tradition dictates and you will need at least a week to fully prepare. Therefore I can only give you seven days. If you do not have someone who can perform this magic in the kingdom walls by then, I am afraid you will have to choose a bride. I’m sorry son.” Thomas’ face didn’t lose it’s determination for even a moment. “I will find someone.”

But would he? Or would the Prince and the Knight’s story be destined to end in tragedy?

Only time, seven days to be precise, would tell.

Roman looked up from his personal handwritten book of fairytales with a grin. “So what do you think?” His brother swallowed a bite of deodorant before speaking. “What if Prince Thomas and his Knight just slaughter the kingdom and then fuck on the castle steps, finally free of judgement?” Roman huffed. “Ignoring you. Anyone else got an opinion?”

The moral side spoke up next. “Why are you and I Princesses instead of Princes?” Logan added on before Roman could speak. “Also, ‘regarded by the whole kingdom as the most magnificent and lovely princess the land had ever known’, a bit egoistic don’t you think?” Roman ignored Logan’s question as he answered Patton. “I don’t know Padre, I based it on a dream I had and I didn’t want to change Princesses to Princes. Besides, I think we would make lovely Princesses.” Patton smiled widely at the light creative side’s answer. “We sure would Kiddo.”

“I thought it was a good opening Roman.” Roman grinned happily. “Thank you Deceit! Wait...do you actually mean that it was bad?” The scaled side gasped as if offended. “Of course not.” Roman scrutinized Deceit. “But is that a lie?” Deceit just smirked and raised an eyebrow this time, clearly enjoying being a little shit. Roman conceded with a sigh. “Well thanks...I think.” Deceit chuckled lowly. “You’re welcome...and I did mean it.” The words were said as sincerely as the deceitful side could manage and Roman perked up a bit.

“What about you two?” The Princely asked, his gaze focused on the two love birds cuddling in Thomas’ recliner. “Is something bad going to happen to Thomas?” Virgil asked, tone making it clear he did not want to hear anything of the sort. “Relax sweetheart, even if it does, it’s just a story. I’m right here beside you. Though I do hope Prince Thomas and Sir Virgil’s story ends well…” The host trailed of, looking at Roman for answers. He didn’t get any.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

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#sanders sides #thomas sanders #thvi #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #new story #my fic

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jade4813 · 5 years

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A Lie, Told Often Enough, Chapter 5

Author Notes: Inspired by @fallinginloveinaflash‘s AU prompt. All credit for the idea goes entirely to her.

Title: A Lie, Told Often Enough

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Iris just landed her dream job at a PR firm and her first assignment is reforming the bad boy image of celebrity artist Barry Allen. He’s overly cocky and well-known for being a playboy, but Iris has never met a challenge she couldn’t handle.

Chapters: 5/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Iris said on a breathless laugh as Barry twirled her around. They were surrounded by other couples on the dance floor, but he only had eyes for her as he pulled her in close. “This wasn’t the plan at all.”

“But do you mind?” he asked, stroking his fingertips along the curve of her spine. His smile was wide – and just a little bit wicked.

She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I don’t mind.”

Bowing his head, he brushed a soft kiss along the curve of her neck, the warm caress of his breath making her shiver. She felt his tongue caress the curve of her ear, and she had to stifle a moan as she pressed her body against his. Hooking one leg over his hip, she felt his hand slide along its curve before he lifted her hard against him. She could feel his erection through their clothes, and she rocked against him, smiling when she heard him catch his breath.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the day we met,” he breathed, trailing a line of kisses along her jaw. His free hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing a small pattern against her skin. Then he sucked her lower lip between his teeth, swallowing her gasp with his kiss.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, tracing the line of his lower lip with her tongue. “God, Barry...”

Iris was awoken from her dream by the sound of her phone ringing. She groaned as the memory of Barry’s hands against her skin slipped away. Then blinked the sleep out of her eyes, looked at her phone screen, and groaned again. She’d know who it would be even before she saw the name, but that didn’t keep her from wincing. With a sigh, she pushed the last threads of her dream aside – and chose not to think too hard about the direction it had been taking. Or its subject. Hitting the button to answer, she injected false cheer into her voice. “Mason! I can explain!”

“I certainly hope so,” he replied, not trying to hide his irritation. “Because I expected to find pictures of Barry Allen and Patty Spivot all over the web this morning. So imagine my surprise when I tired on the computer to find photos of you instead.”

Fighting a grimace, Iris explained everything that had happened the night before, ending with, “He went with the first name that came to mind. Mine. If I backed out after that, it would have done more harm to his image than going along with it.”

“Which is why, if you want to work in this business very long, you should know to always have a backup plan,” he chided her. “You should never have let yourself be put in that position.”

She sighed. “I understand. But I –”

“I’m not sure you do understand, Iris. I have a company to run and an image to protect. I’m in the business of managing other people’s images. Not setting up a dating service to the stars.”

“That’s unfair!” she protested.

“Yes. It is. But I have to live in reality, same as you. What happens when it becomes known that you work for my agency? There’s a reason we always stay in the background – why we drive the story but we never become the story. What happens when you take on your next client? What are they going to think about the headlines you’re making today?”

“I’m sure we can explain,” she offered weakly.

Mason sighed. “Iris, perception is everything. You should know that; we’re in the business of perception. Which reminds me. You’re going to have a lot of attention on you for a while. I think you should stay away from the office for a while.”

His tone caused a knot to form in her stomach. “Does this mean you’re firing me?”

Silence a little too long echoed down the phone line. Finally, he responded, “In this business, a mistake isn’t a mistake if it turns out to be a hit.”

Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, Iris nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “I-I understand,” she murmured softly. She’d received his message loud and clear. If posing as Barry’s girlfriend successfully rehabilitated Barry’s image, she’d keep her job. If it failed, on the other hand…

“Good. I’ll see you when this business with Barry Allen ends. One way or another.”

With a groan, Iris hung up the phone threw back the covers. There was no way she’d get back to sleep now.

Iris sucked in a deep breath and had to brace herself before she turned on the computer that morning. It was time to check what people were saying about her work – a task she wouldn’t have minded yesterday but was less eager to do today. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know what people were saying about Barry’s new relationship.

But it was part of her job, so she booted up the computer and started her search. The coverage was more or less what she’d expected. The photos were splashed across site after site, complete with the speculation she’d anticipated. Everyone wanted to know who Barry Allen’s new girlfriend was, but not everyone was convinced the relationship would last. Iris had anticipated that, as well.

Sucking in a deep breath, she turned to social media to check the buzz the stories were creating. She read the first few comments with relief.

“Who is she? She’s gorgeous!”

“She’s the girl he met in the coffee shop? Why couldn’t it have been me??? I drink coffee!!!! I want to be her sooooo bad. #Lucky #Jealous”

“Look at the way he’s looking at her. #Goals”

“She’s beautiful, but I’m not sure about the dress. I’d kill for those legs, though.”

“IS HE LICKING CHOCOLATE OFF HER RIGHT THERE? OH MY GOD, THAT IS SO HOT! HOW IS SHE NOT DEAD RIGHT NOW???”

But it didn’t take long to discover that not everyone was enthusiastic about the news.

“He’s dating HER? He could date anyone he wants, and he chooses a nobody? I’m not buying it.”

“I don’t think they’re dating. They just don’t look right together. I don’t know why. They just look like friends to me.”

“She looks like of like a bitch. She’s probably just after his money.”

“Fake. Why would he date her? She’s probably some new singer the studio’s trying to push. I’m betting we see a record drop by this “up and comer” in the next three months. Tops.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you’d ever heard me sing,” Iris muttered, closing the window. She paused just long enough to refill her coffee, then she grabbed her notebook on her way back to her desk. Since circumstances had changed, she was going to have to rethink her plan. On the plus side, that meant she didn’t need to worry about reworking Patty’s image anymore. She could focus solely on her assignment with Barry.

But if her job was on the line, she also wasn’t sure how much she wanted to – or could – draw things out. It was going to be a balancing act that required perfect timing. This pseudo relationship had to last long enough to sell Barry’s transformation, but it had to end before her credibility with potential future clients was shot.

With that in mind, it seemed like a good idea to dig deeper into his previous relationships – or his suspected relationships, at least. If she saw what had driven the speculation in the past, maybe she could use it to her advantage now.

A few hours later, Iris straightened in her chair, stretching the kinks out of her neck before she stood to answer the knock at the door. It almost wasn’t a surprise to find Barry on the other side. “Hey. You shouldn’t look surprised to see me,” he greeted her with a grin. “You asked me to come by today, after all.”

“Yeah, but I’m still not used to you listening to me,” she mumbled, following him into her living room. “And the fact you are immediately makes me suspicious, of course.”

Barry seemed unfazed by her skepticism. “You told me I should be attentive to my fake girlfriend. This is me, being attentive. Want to go for a walk?” She arched her eyebrows in question, prompting him to explain, “I hear it’s something couples do. And we are a couple, right? Well, kind of a couple, at least.”

Iris looked away, pondering her options. As much as she would have liked to find a way to do her job without furthering this PR relationship, she’d realized last night it simply wasn’t going to happen. Barry’s suggestion was smart. They’d gotten their names out there; plenty of sites had already started to publish speculation about them. It was good strategy to follow up the buzz by getting out and about today, being seen doing things that typical couples would do. “Fair enough,” she agreed. “Let me grab my shoes.”

As they headed outside, Barry grabbed her hand and said, “I also thought we should talk schedules in the next couple of days. I’m going to be doing some recording this week, but we’ll need to plan our second fake date.”

“Of course,” she agreed, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

“Still suspicious of my motives?” he asked with a grin.

She nodded, but she didn’t bother to hide her smile as she joked, “Of course. Getting you to wear Patty’s scarf was like pulling teeth, but now you’re playing the attentive boyfriend. I can’t help but wonder if you’re up to something.”

Barry sighed. His expression grave, he admitted, “I feel bad. About last night. This wasn’t your plan, and this charade is going to put you in the public eye. That kind of media scrutiny and speculation…I know what that’s like. I know how hard it can be. I wasn’t thinking when I said your name, and I never meant to do this to you.”

Iris grimaced. If only he knew that she had bigger problems than media speculation. Her entire career was on the line. But he couldn’t have known that. “It’s all right,” she reassured him. “It could be worse.”

“Yeah? How.”

She laughed. “I could be dating someone. For real, I mean. Talk about awkward.”

He was silent for a moment, and it gave her a chance to enjoy the weight of his hand in hers. Finally, though, he said, “Oh. Well. Um. Are you?”

Seeing the attention they were drawing by bystanders on the street, she scooted closer to Barry and threw him what she hoped would be interpreted as a loving look. They had meandered to a park in her neighborhood, and she led him to a small duck pond in the center. As they paused by the water, she answered, “No. I’m not dating anyone.”

“So it won’t be a problem if I kiss you?” She gasped at his question and turned to face him. He shrugged. “I just thought…we have an audience. We’re supposed to be dating. I know you’re wanting to get people talking about us. But if you’re not ready, or if it makes you uncomfortable… I mean, I guess we’ll need to kiss eventually if we want people to believe we’re dating. But it doesn’t have to be today if you –”

Iris felt her cheeks go hot as she remembered the kiss they’d shared in her dream. His hands upon her skin, the memory haunting her even after she’d awoken. Not that she’d ever tell him about it, of course, but now she was about to kiss him for real. Was she ready for that?

“It’s okay,” she whispered, drawing him closer to her. “I’m ready.” And with her hands fisted in his shirt, she pulled him in for their first kiss.

#a lie told often enough #my fanfiction #westallen #barry allen #iris west #rock star au #fanfiction

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kachuwritings · 6 years

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Seventeen as dads

This is going to be my 200 follower special requested by a lovely anon, thank you!~

I made it with bullet points, I hope you’ll enjoy!^-^

S.Coups:

The born dad, I tell you

Searching for the perfect dad?

Here he his

Choi Seungcheol aka daddy af ;)

Is already a dad of 11, so he's experienced

He'll always know what to do, like in every situation

Has a solution for literally everything

Will care so much about your kids

He always has everything ready that your son or daughter might need when going out

Literally so protective over you and the kids

Like a momma lion, if someone steps too close to you he'll attacc

But so fluffy~ towards you and the lil ones

He loves you and the kids to no end

Will teach your son to be manly and strong

Like him

Cuz he's manly and strong (but also so fluffy and he knows he can't hide it)

Is such a happy dad overall

Jeonghan:

Prettiest dad ever

Like have you seen him???

Your kids are gonna be pretty af

Them genes gurl

He'll definitely teach them being smug

But also lazy

And you're like: “Hannie noooo! Be a better role model"

But he'll just keep lying down and munching chips with the kids

They'll love him so much for this

But honestly, he'll be a great dad

Will always take care of the kids

Will teach them useful things

Like cheating their way to success *cough*

But seriously tho!! He'll be such a good dad and he'll love it

Always ready to braid or comb his daughter’s hair

Adores her hair and thinks back to the time when his hair was long

You and him will have the prettiest kids with the most beautiful hair

Joshua:

Dorkiest dad ever

Always gentle and nice tho

But can be low-key a lil bitch

Your kids will love him

Always sings them to sleep with his sweet voice while playing guitar

And you're sitting next to him, adoring him and asking yourself how you've become so lucky

Such a good dad

Like for real

He's like one of these role model dads

Going on bike rides with the kids

And teaching them how to swim

Playing games

Just being a dad

It's like his new fav thing to do

And you're glad he's around so much even tho he has such a busy schedule

Will force your kids to go to church with him (ok this is joke chill guys)

You couldn't wish for a better dad

Like Really.

Jun:

The duality of this dude will even confuse his children

One time he'll be a shy lil muffin dad

And another one he'll be an overconfident daddy-o

Don’t get fooled by this one

He'll always keep it interesting

Your kids will never be bored with him

Is a talented beb and will probably teach your kids everything they want to

He can act so he’ll probably teach your children how to act

They’ll be asking him to do improvisations and watch him act out different roles

It’s so entertaining and you realize once again how amazing your man Wen Junhui is

Like….so so soooo amazing

Is SOFT

Like so soft for you and the kids

Also low-key emotional

Don't let him cry in front of the kids or they'll get worried lmao

But you'll be such a happy family

He'll teach you and the kids everything about Chinese culture

And of course your kids will grow up being able to speak mandarin

Even if you don't stan Wen Junhui, believe me you'd want kids with him

Hoshi:

FunNieSt DaD eVer

Like Hoshi is such a cinnamon roll

He'll adore your kids to no end

Always makes them laugh and is able to cheer them up when they're sad

Probably teaches them how to dance

Like gurl, you're married to a choreographer or course your children are going to love dancing with their dad

BeCauSE

Look at this good-looking, talented, lil bun

Such a proud dad

Your children are equally as proud of him

BuTttt

Hoshi is a cinnamon roll...most of the time

There's these rare occasions when he'll get angry because he's overworked and stressed and loses his temper

Can be reallll scary when angry

Your children will be low-key shocked about his sudden change of demeanor

But he'll notice and be like: Omg I cAnT posSibLy scAre mY oWn cHildRen

And he'll immediately calm down and comfort your kids

He's a loving dad and would feel really guilty to have scared them momentarily

Wonwoo:

Ayyyyy I see him as such a cute and nerdy dad

Like, always wears his glasses and looking fluffy af

You and the kids gotta deal with his occasional dad jokes

Thinks is funny, but really isn't

He even isn't funny to a point where it becomes funny again

Buys cute lil glasses for your children to match him

You get one too, believe me

You'll be the perfect nerd family

He'll always sit with the children in the evening and reads them stories from books to fall asleep to

Since Wonwoo loves books, your children will come to love them as well

Already at a young age

Probably eager to teach your children how to read before they even enter school

I see him as this typical, cute, fluffy, nerdy dad

+SOFT AF

Woozi:

Oh oh, don't get me started with this one

Your children are going to LOVE music

He’ll teach them how to play instruments

he'll play the sweetest of melodies on the piano

Will also sing to your children when they can't fall asleep

He might look cold and unemotional

Or kinda hard on the outside

But the love he holds inside his heart for you and the kids is infinite

He might not show his affection a lot

And also is kind of a workaholic kinda dad

Because he loves his job and music and he's so dedicated

But

If he does show his affection and become clingy and cuddly

You'll feel how much your family means to him

Probably writes a song about you and the kids

You guys are his inspiration and motivation

You help him keep going

In total

Just a cute lil dad who wants to love and be loved

Also kinda manly at times tho

But overall a really caring dad

DK:

Damn...he's such a loud dad

Like sooooo loud

Probably screams louder than all your children combined

Will always play with them

They probably gonna have a screaming contest

Y'all be playing some game and he'll randomly start screaming and entertaining y’all

He's such a fun dad seriously

Always knows what your children want

And always ready to spoil them

Is also soFT

And emotional

Is sensitive and gets hurt easily

Will then sulk and pout at your kids (in a joking manner) until they feel guilty and shower him with hugs

ALWAYS TAKES YOUR KIDS ON PIGGY-BACK RIDES 1.0

And he's definitely also one of these dads who'll sing your children to sleep

Maybe you'll even join him and you'll sing together

But you also just want to listen to his beautiful voice

Is probably the most excited dad ever

Mingyu:

This tall bean lmao

Such a clumsy dad I tell you

He's a literal puppy

He's also such a big baby and he always seems to trip over his own feet

Your children will probably laugh at him tbh

But he won't be mad since he's happy he can entertain them

Even if he makes a fool out of himself

ALWAYS TAKES YOUR KIDS ON PIGGY-BACK RIDES 2.0

Like they'll love to have such a great view over the world from such a high spot

Cuz Mingyu is as tall ad a mountain

Yup

He's a fluffy bean and will make sure his children are always happy

He loves cooking for y'all

He'll cook so many delicious foods

Your children get excited and want to help him

So he'll teach them how to cook

It's such a sweet sight seeing your man cooking with your children in the kitchen

He's the kind of Disney prince dad

Like the perfect and most handsome dad ever

You couldn't wish for anything better

Minghao:

A smug dad tbh

He's a savage but also a lil bean

Such an innocent dad help

He's emotional and so caring

He'll give you and your children the whole freaking world

Always makes sure you’re all happy

Hates to see any of you unhappy

But sometimes...sometimes...

When thughao gets through to him

Your kids will be like what??just??happened???with???dad???

He'll have the most savage things to say and y'all are just lmao u for real?

Probably teaches your kids to be swaggy and savage

Also wants to teach them how to b-boy

The other half of chinaline, so your kids will grow up to know how to speak mandarin as well

Also loves to read to them like Wonwoo

Discusses books with you and the children like in a small book club

Also goes to art museums with y'all and teach you about art

You'll all draw and paint together

Your children will love to throw paint at the canvas, lemme tell you

IT'LL CREATE A MESS

But it's a happy mess, so it's okay

Coolest dad ever!!!

Fite me on this one

Seungkwan:

OVERDRAMATIC DAD OH LORD

If one of your children trips and scratches his knee

He'll act as if they're about to die

Rushes towards them and makes sure they're okay

“OMG MY BABY IS HURT"

he's so caring istg

Even if he's overreacting and overdramatic

It only shows how much he cares for all of you

Loves you and the kids to no end

Sweetest father ever

(Whenever he's not in diva!boo mode)

Also has a beautiful voice

Of course I won't forget about this

I've mentioned it a lot

BuTtttt

Will also sing your children to sleep

Will always sing

Like 24/7

Will sing when preparing breakfast for y'all

Will sing in the shower

Will sing when picking your children up from kindergarden

Will probably even sing while taking a nap istg this boi

But you and the kids love his voice

(Even if it's sometimes a lil much)

But they'll definitely want to sing along with him so he'll teach them how to sing the songs they like

So proud of you and the kids

Vernon:

Oh no this dork

He's soooooft

But also chill and relaxed

Your life will be so comfortable with him

Your kids will really take after him

Y'all are going to have lazy family movie evenings

But

Like I said

He's a dork

Probably tries to sell his mixtape to your children

And they'll be like

Dadd????

What is this???

We don't have any money???

He'll make them listen to the mixtape along with you

And they're so surprised like

Omg I didn't know my dad was so cool

He can rap??? My dad can rap???

Your kids will be so amazed

Want him to teach them how to rap

Probably writes funny little rhymes about your family life or other stuff that he'll rap to your kids

They'll have so much fun

He even tries to teach them how to write lyrics

But they'll just stare at him with big eyes

Dad...how do you even write? What is the alphabet?

And you'll just look at them and giggle to yourself

Your life will be all around great with Vernon and the kids

You have such a chill family life

Y'all harmonize so well with each other

Chillest dad ever

Like your kids will never get in trouble because he's so chill

But still cares about teaching your children proper manners

Dino:

Aaaaah the baby himself has babies what

Ok i'm sorry

Chan is an adult now

He's a hard-working one

Very passionate

Very thoughtful dad

He'll know how to treat you and the children right

Your children look up to him tbh

Entertains you all with Michael Jackson impersonations

DaNcE GoD

Will probably teach your children how to dance like Hoshi

But they'll also be so eager about it

Every time they see him dance they're like

OMG DAD!!! TEACH US!!

DAD I WANNA KNOW HOW TI DANCE

And he'll be so proud

Will definitely teach them

It's gonna be so much fun and you're watching them trying to get the moves right and copying his movements

He's an active and motivated dad

Y'all are probably be the next new dancing family in town

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wow-she-writes · 6 years

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Wraith Hunt

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Reader gets hurt on a hunt and struggles to find her way back to the Winchesters, but thankfully a nice stranger lends a helping hand

Warning: Violence, description of wounds, light swearing, small bit of angst if you squint, fluff at the end

A/N: I’m sooooo sorry this took me forever to write and I haven’t updated in forever, but here it is! Requests are open and you can submit one here

Word Count: 1,897

“Y/N, come on, we gotta go,” yelled Dean over the sound of hissing wraiths. He had an eleven-year-old boy only half conscious slung over his shoulders and Sam was helping the older brother limp along. “Keep going, I’ll be right behind you!” Dean looked like he was going to argue but seemed to remind himself that he had to get the kids out too, not just himself. He would have sacrificed himself in a heartbeat if he wasn’t already holding someone’s life on his shoulders-literally.

You had already begun to hallucinate after one wraith had grabbed you by the arm. One touch, that’s all it took. You struggled to decipher fact from fiction as you brandished the silver knife in front of you. You had your back to Sam and Dean as they ran off towards the Impala. The three wraiths had steadily become closer and closer to you, surrounding you from all sides. Jumping forward, you aimed your silver knife at the wraith’s chest. As soon as you had leaped forward, the other two wraiths behind you attacked. One latched onto your right shoulder and tried to insert it’s wrist spike into the small spot behind your ear, to get to your brain. The other reverted itself to shredding the left side of your abdomen with its claws.

Plunging the knife into the wraith in front of you, you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. The monsters had infected you with more hallucinations and they were getting worse by the second. You had begun to feel dizzy and the ground beneath your feet began to sway. Turning to your right, you snapped off the wraith’s wrist spike and it shrieked in anguish. Spinning around, you kicked the other away from your bloody abdomen and grunted in pain. Refusing to look down at the damage that had been inflicted, you plunged your knife into the wraith below you. You stumbled around to look behind you, searching for Sam and Dean, but quickly gave up seeing as there was still one more wraith still eager to make its mark. Swinging your blade widely in every direction, you hoped that even though you couldn’t see exactly where the monster was, you could still kill it. You desperately fought to keep your eyes open, but whatever the wraith had done to you made you want to vomit and lay down and take a nap at the same time. You felt a force push you over from behind and sent you to the ground, face down in the dirt. Managing to turn yourself over, so you were on your back, you stared straight up at the wraith above you. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” she taunted tracing the tip of her wrist spike along the curve of your jaw. “The famous Dean Winchester’s little whore.” You wiggled your legs to test the hold she had on you. Thankfully, she seemed to have the same plan as you-none. Her hold on you was tight but in the wrong places. Trying to piece together what you were seeing, you ransacked your brain for a plan. “Where’s your little knight in shining armor now?” “Oh Honey, if only you knew,” you slurred. She hesitated for a second debating her answer, but her curiosity got the best of her. “Knew what?”

Devising a plan, you responded, “Oh, you don’t know?” You could tell your hallucinations were getting worse when more and more wraiths popped up around you, all baring their teeth and showing off their wrist spike. “Know what?” “I can’t believe you haven’t heard yet! Girl, you’re out of the loop. Get yourself together!” She began to grow impatient and dug her nails a little deeper into your arm, drawing blood. You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out, but the pain seemed to bring you back to real life and the hallucinations flickered. “Tell me,” she hissed. You gave her an overdramatic sigh complete with an eye roll, mainly so you could get a look around and find your knife without her getting suspicious. Though you doubt she would have noticed, she didn’t seem to bet the sharpest knife in the drawer. “Oh come on. You’re serious? You really don’t know?” You had dropped your knife just a few inches away. If you could get her to turn around long enough to shift her weight off your arm and onto your legs, you could grab it and promptly kill the bitch. “I will not hesitate to slice your throat until your blood is-” “Oh my god,” you gasped staring bug-eyed at the empty space behind the monster. She panicked and spun around. Without skipping a beat, you reached out, grabbed your knife, and plunged it into her chest. Like someone had flipped off a switch, the hallucinations were gone and you flopped onto your back, pushing the wraith off your chest. After you had caught your breath, you slowly rose to your feet. Once all the adrenaline of the hunt wore off, you were painfully cast back to reality where unfortunately you had a gaping hole in your stomach and nicely sized claw mark on your shoulder. You groaned as you tore off a piece of your shirt to wrap around your stomach and began to hobble in the direction you saw Sam and Dean run off to. Your phone had been crushed when you had fallen on it so you couldn’t call either of the boys. Trying your best to stay positive, you continued walking until you were out of the alley and into a non-sketchy part of town. Attempting to look as normal as possible, you kept your head down and tried to draw the least amount of attention to yourself that you could. Fixing your hair and straightening your clothes a bit, you walked over to a sweet-looking woman. “Excuse me, could I borrow your phone? I have to make a call.” She gave me a once over and her eyes stopped once they reached your torso. “Oh my goodness! Somebody call an ambulance!” “No, no, no, no, no,” you said quickly, stretching your arms out towards her and doing your best to calm her down. “I’m fine, really. I just need to borrow your phone.” The lady didn’t stop shrieking and people had started to stare and make their way towards you. Where are Sam and Dean? You looked around desperately for a way out of the situation when you saw a black, 1967, Chevy Impala swerve around the corner. Running towards it, the car slowed just enough for you to get in before it picked up speed again. “Jesus Christ, Y/N. What did you do?” asked Dead as if there was nothing wrong. “I thought that lady’s head was going to explode with the way she was yelling. Lucky she was though,” he laughed bitterly. “Wouldn’t have found you otherwise.” “Quit talking and just drive,” you snapped. You had begun to feel light headed and the pain was worse than ever. You sprawled out across the backseat and held your hand tightly to your stomach. Dean glanced at you in his rearview mirror and swore under his breath before pressing harder on the gas pedal. You had reached the hotel in less than ten minutes and Dean was eager to get you to the room. “Dean, I can walk just fine,” you insisted. “Just a little tired s’all.” “Yeah, I know you are, Sweetheart. That’s the problem.” He untangled his arm from around your shoulder and picked you up bridal style. He carried you the rest of the way to your room before pounding on the door. “Sam, let us in, it’s me!” You felt your eyes begin to droop a little and decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a short nap. In the distance, you heard the door open and Sam ask what had happened, but you were too tired to care. Your muscles were sore and your body was numb. “Hey, Y/N. Sweetheart, wake up. Keep your eyes open.” You pulled open your heavy eyelids and gazed up at the worried set of green eyes staring down at you. “Why? I’m tired.” “I know, I just need you to stay awake for me. Just for a little longer.” He set you down on the bed and began cutting the dirty cloth from around the wound. You propped your arms above your head and out of the way and watched Dean as he worked, concentrating on keeping your eyes open. The two boys that had been rescued earlier were fast asleep on the bed opposite to you and you smiled knowing that they were okay. Wincing, you held back tears as Dean poured alcohol on your open wound and you cried out in surprise once the dry blood had been washed away. You could see bits of the milky white bone show through the pool of dark red blood and shredded skin. “Don’t look at it, Sweetheart, you’ll be okay. I promise. We just gotta finish patching you up and you’ll be as good as new.” Sam came over to you with a belt and put it in your hands. “You might want to bite down on this.” You looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded. You watched Dean’s shaking hands as he threaded the needle with a bit of dental floss. Sam silently took the tools out of Deans hand and gave him a look. Dean swallowed hard and stood up, nodding. You put the belt in your mouth and squeezed your eyes shut. A few moments later, you felt Dean’s hand slip into yours. After that, all you remember was waking up in your own bed back at the bunker with Dean sitting next to you and an excruciating pain in your abdomen. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow over your head. “Hey Sweetheart, you feeling better?” “Hmmph,” you groaned into the mattress. “Thought not. At least your not bleeding everywhere anymore,” he said picking the pillow up off your head to look at you. “It took a few hours. You scared me, kid.” Rolling over to look up at him, you flashed him a sheepish smile. “Do you need anything?” You just looked up at Dean with a dazed smile on your face and he knew. Laughing to himself, he sunk down next to you and wrapped his arms around your waste, careful of the stitches. He watched your face for any sign of pain, but you reassured him that you were fine. Curling up under his arm, you used his chest as a pillow and heart as a lullaby. He began to pull his fingers through your hair and you sighed contently. You pressed a soft kiss to his chest and whispered, ‘I love you” through the fabric of his flannel; he pulled you tighter against him and breathed out, ‘You too kiddo. Don’t know what I would do without you.’

*Masterlist*

#dean winchester #supernatural #Supernatural angst #SPN #SPN Family #spn fanfic #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester flangst #fluff #wraith #sorry it took so long #writing is hard #more next week

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lore-a-lie · 6 years

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Chapter 1, Act 3: 110’37’’ (110 Minutes, and 37 Seconds)

Daily Life

Kaede was the last to enter the AV room, as she made sure to remind everyone to come down before making the trip herself. Kokichi was on Gonta’s shoulders making sure everything up there was hooked up the way Miu wanted it, while everyone else had taken what seats they could. The Monokub pads were still in the same order Kaede and Kokichi had previously agreed upon since this was their idea.

Kokichi had initially wanted to do the opposite order of who voted for what, so those who didn’t want to see the videos went first. Kaede couldn’t tell at the time if it was out of petty spite against them disagreeing with him or to give them an excuse to leave early if they really wanted to, so she decided to quietly believe the latter. That didn’t stop her from making her own changes to it, like being against keeping Ryoma’s last since he was most interested in what could be inside it.

It boiled down to Kokichi and Kaede first since they pushed for this, then Miu so she could go back to her projects if she felt she needed to. That did result in Kokichi pestering what she had commissioned from the inventor but he eventually dropped it in favor of focusing on the task at hand. Ryoma was most eager so he would be next, followed by Korekiyo since he was against it and they decided Maki would go last. After Korekiyo would be Kaito, Tsumugi, Kibo, Himiko, Tenko, Angie, Kirumi, and then Gonta.

“Why exactly am I the one going last?”

“So you can sit there agonizing about what we’re going to see! Duh. Nee-heehee~”

“No, that’s wrong! We agreed on this to try and respect your wishes best we could. This way if you really don’t want to see your own you can just leave without missing anything else. Angie and Kiyo still at least seemed curious about what their “motives” could be so I thought having them be earlier would be okay.” Angie was making a puffy face as she considered it before she reluctantly nodded in agreement, Korekiyo held his hand to his mask in thought for a while but eventually shrugged his own consent too.

“And so you didn’t try to kill us until after the show’s over!”

“Please don’t talk like that.” Keade scolded, but Kokichi couldn’t care less about the number of glares he got from that comment. “Is this okay with everyone?”

No one else had any objections or questions about when they were going, so when the lights went off everyone settled down to see what exactly Monokuma could have believed would drive them to kill.

“Alright! Back by popular demand, it’s time for the motive video~” Monokuma’s voice crooned out over a title screen proving it was indeed “Kokichi Oma’s Motive Video”.

As it went on it showed Kokichi and his fellow “DICE” members, all but himself in clown themed masks to protect their identities, and explained the nature of this group. How…Innocent his “secret organization” really was despite all of Kokichi’s earlier claims. Honestly, it sounds more like they were an overblown gang of pranksters than the sort of world controlling monsters he liked to paint it as being.

Only 10 members strong, indicating that the 9 masked figures seen here behind their “leader” really were just it. Sounds more like they were his best friends, maybe even practically family for him, rather than “goons” who disliked him as much as he’d claim they did.

They say you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their friends. If this video is accurate this means a lot of what he said has been lies, just trying to trick us into thinking he’s a worse person than he is. How could someone only interested in harmless, petty, nonviolent pranks possibly be enjoying a killing game?

Then the scene changed and the group of 3 girls and 6 boys were behind bars. It’s unclear how badly hurt any of them were but there was blood on their previously spotless (but still ragged) white outfits much like Kokichi’s own and at least one was lying on the floor. At the end Monokuma’s avatar appeared over that image mocking him over how little he knew about the “event” that happened to these people so precious to him, taunting him to try and find out as if graduating could help solve this.

“Well so much for being the Ultimate Evil Leader huh?” Despite his insensitive words Kaito was obviously taken aback by all of this, as if unsure what to do with this information. It made sense to her, as it shows Kokichi does understand the value of teamwork and companionship at least as well as Kaito does. His experience was just in a more close-knit, personal way than Kaito’s astronaut training opened him up to.

“Kaito! I’m… Sorry that your friends are in trouble like this Kokichi” Kaede reached out as if to try patting his shoulder but decided against it due to how closed off his body language became.

“Guess you were lying when you said no one outside would miss a little menace like you back then, huh?” (Seriously Tenko? Now is NOT the time for hateful wordplay! )

“I’m sure they’re fine, this has to be a lie! After all, if their crimes are as petty as it claims they couldn’t be in too much trouble for anything right?” Tsumugi offered to try and lighten the mood.

“Unless it wasn’t just the law they got in trouble with,” Ryoma mumbled as he stared at the screen as if he was lost in a memory of his own.

No matter what anyone said Kokichi just sat there impassively looking forward but Kaede could swear there was a sharpness in his eyes that wasn’t there before and his knuckles were nearly as white as his shirt. For all his talk he really did choose to hold off on watching his video until it was time to do it with everyone else instead of coming in with the upper hand.

As agreed upon as the second ringleader Kaede’s was next. Looks like every video’s going to start with Monokuma making explicit who the video was for by stating their name and talent, which made Maki in particular bristle for reasons unknown.

Next was an image of Kaede’s family, her mother, father, and sister smiling proudly at the camera in front of her favorite piano. She remembers when this was taken, right after her last big show before all of this happened. Then Monokuma starts talking about how close she is to them and how they’re all waiting for her to get back home. But as he starts talking about how worried they’re getting now that she’s been gone for so long without a word, the image changes.

The room’s dark, everything trashed, even her piano was broken now, but worst of all there’s no trace of where her own family has gone. He makes it sound like looking for her lead to them all getting into some sort of accident, and she’s just about ready to throttle him to find out what that is. But only Monokuma! She’d never hurt someone else over this, never her friends. (Except maybe the mastermind if I got my hands on them for causing everyone so much needless pain. For both the living and the dead. )

“Mom, Dad…”

“Wow, Kaede you really are boring aren’t you? Even your lines are sooooo cliche, I think you need to hire a better writer.”

“Oh so now the clown prince of crime has something to say? Leave her alone, this is no laughing matter!” Tsumugi came to her defense this time, only barely beating Kaito to the punch. And in a less literal sense at that, given how his fist is raised.

“But he doesn’t have any scars-” (Seriously Miu, that’s what you’re choosing to take from all this?)

“He wasn’t a clown, that doesn’t count-”

“Can we not ignore Kaede’s plight in favor of arguing about comics right now? This is serious you guys” Kaito managed to get everyone back on track. It was nice to see Tsumugi restrain herself from getting off topic while it lasted, particularly to try helping someone else for a change.

“Indeed, the loss of a family member is no small matter, even if it’s only a vague possibility. At the very least it didn’t show them in any kind of direct distress, that sort of damage to the room could be easily staged or done when they were gone. However I don’t recall you mentioning a sister before, is she your twin perhaps? You both look remarkably similar.” Korekiyo’s offered distraction of a more pleasant type of reminiscing was greatly appreciated so Kaede gladly took it.

“Y-yeah, we’re twins but she’s a bit younger. We get along great, even though I think she’s... kinda bitter she didn’t also turn out to be some sort of Ultimate like I am? Since it’d put me in the spotlight so much, and would end up with her either getting ignored or mistaken for me which is the worst. I mean it’s one thing when we’d want that to happen, but when it’s a genuine mistake it’s just frustrating and awful... We’d do the “twin switch” trick a lot when we were younger, but all our folks ever had to do to tell us apart was stick us in front of a piano, it didn’t even matter what type.”

“Aww, lucky I’ve always someone I could do that with! Hey, Tsumugi do you want to try it sometime with me?” Tenko eagerly asked, cooing about how “cute” it could be.

“Ah, you do remember the Cospox right? That won’t really work out I’m afraid, not unless we both dress up as the same fictional character. A bit of a shame since it does sound pretty fun. Maybe we can think of something similar to do with everyone later?”

“Oh, I think that’s a great idea! We could make a great big party out of it, and everyone can wear fancy outfits! I can do the decorations if Gonta and Ryoma will help me get supplies and put them up~” Angie said.

“I-isn’t that kinda random? And it sounds like a lot of work…” (Himiko says that but she does look interested. Maybe she’d like the chance to have us as an audience for one of her magic shows?)

“Well, it’s an idea for another time at any rate. With how the videos may be we might need this sort of random levity if we can find a way to get everyone involved. Maybe even show off what we can do for each other if we want.” Kaede suggested since it sounded like a fun way to get together for everyone.

“More work for me to do? Let a girl catch a fuckin’ break guys, my stamina's good don’t get me wrong, but even I have my limits. Speaking of let’s just get my vid started so I can leave already okay? Your little “talent show” can come later, just like-”

Right on her cue, Miu’s video did just that, Monokuma’s voice being appreciated for once as no one wanted to know how exactly she was going to finish that thought. (Please let her motive be cleaner than the rest of her.)

All that was seen was what looked like a workshop of sorts. All sorts of half finished projects and equipment could be seen but it’s hard to tell what any of it was supposed to do. Monokuma starts going on and on about how wasted all of her work’s going to be if she can’t leave and get back to them. How no one else cares enough to realize they even exist, much less how to make them carry on her legacy.

He even starts naming a few, a machine that can safely recycle those cheap plastic bags no one knows what do with into things like medical gloves or… Condoms??? Another that would help clean and regulate water supplies when resources are low. Even some that sound like they’re meant primarily for emergency relief efforts or helping the handicapped. But only if they’re finished, they’re useless like this. He goes on to claim she’s useless like this. And how badly the world might need some of these now due to an “event” going on that he refuses to clarify.

“... That’s it?” Tenko breaks the silence that followed.

“WHATT’YA MEAN THAT’S IT YOU BASTARD?! Those are my babies we’re talking about! Do you have any idea how many people I could help with those? I mean sure obviously my “while you sleep” series was my most recent pride and joy, but only because I couldn’t get the headway I wanted on any of those other suckers. I promise they are going to definitely blow those measly little “eyedrop contact” designs I sold way back right outta the fuckin’ water!”

“Wow, that’s really impressive Miu! I had no idea you cared about other people this much.” Kibo looks pretty proud of her actually. This was a surprisingly mature motive for an egotistical and rude girl like her. In a different sort of way than her fellow students were expecting her to be “mature” at any rate.

“Well duh, why do you think I’m willing to let you fuckers give me requests without charging you out the ass for ‘em in this situation?”

“But… Aren’t you even a little concerned there wasn’t anyone in it?” Angie brought up, which was a good point. The only thing seen in the video were her machines, no friends, family, or coworkers.

“What’s that supposed to mean jailbait?”

“Yeah, everyone else so far had people they obviously cared a lot about and cared about them, so where’s your parents or anything?” (Tenko I’m not sure this is the best thing to be asking about now.)

“Who fucking needs ‘em? Barely do jack for me anyways except give me shit because I point out how school’s a fuckin’ waste of my precious time now.”

“Talk about an ungrateful brat.” Maki’s voice had a new sharpness to it, beyond her normal bluntness. Not that she wasn’t always honest, something just felt more personal this time. (I guess someone who never had any parents would be pretty upset hearing someone else complain about being cared about.)

“H-hey. Th-that’s not true, my work more than earned my keep. They’re the ones who-!”

Miu cut herself off as her voice cracked and Kibo tried to help calm her down. No one bothered asking why there weren’t any of her friends at that point. Given who she is this should have been obvious, but the idea she was this alone regardless of if it was by her own doing was a sobering reality nobody wanted to address. The only other sounds until the next video started was a quiet sniffling.

Ryoma’s video started the same way as those before it, but something clearly went wrong. All that was there when his name and talent were stated was a Monokuma in a yellow hard hat in front of a black screen with yellow “under construction” tape running along the top and bottom. And when he spoke again-

“Unfortunately there is no one in the world who is important to you.”

It didn’t matter what “sympathies” or “apologies” Monokuma gave after that sentence, the damage was done. (It doesn’t even matter if this is real or a lie this time.)

“... I don’t know why I expected anything else.”

“Holy shit. I’m… I am so sorry Ryoma, I had no idea.” Kaede was too stunned to say much else. It was her fault he had to see this.

If only they looked through the videos first, then maybe- No, Ryoma wanted to see this too much for anything to be done barring them trying to make one up, and who knows how that would have gone. Some leader I'm turning out to be, doing my friends more harm than good again .

“Hey, at least this means if you do have people outside that means they’re completely safe from Monokuma!” Tenko tried giving this her own positive spin, but all she was doing was kicking up dust.

“Atua agrees, and wants to remind you that you aren’t as alone as you fear. He says she’s still watching over you and everyone’s wishing you well from the other side-”

“Tell your god to shut up and mind his own business.” (What the hell Angie, what were you expecting him to say to that?! What are you even talking about? You’re as in the dark as the rest of us aren’t you?)

“Well, you do still have your cat right? The Russian blue you talked about before? I’m sure they’re waiting for you and Monokuma just overlooked ‘em because it’s a cat!” Even for Kokichi this attempt at a kind lie sounded pretty weak, and he realized it too, but he was still trying to help the best way he knew how.

I wonder if it’s because he’s feeling just as guilty about this? He was more likely to have peeked at these than I was and we both knew it. This was his plan. How could we have known not all of these videos would be “motives” to get us to commit a murder?

“Are you sure a familiar wouldn’t be enough to count? Miu’s didn’t have humans in it either-”

“Come on man, it’s a fuckin’ cat! That’s way harder to find than my glorious resume, of course this sad sack of shit couldn’t find ‘em. Why’d you think guys have so much trouble finding puss-” It was nice to see Miu managed to bounce back to normal at any rate. Kibo was still holding her hand but she sounded as strong and assured as she always did. Just not nice enough for Korekiyo to let her finish her sentence.

“Do not forget, we all promised to remain friends when we leave this place did we not? Regardless of those who are gone you do still have us here for you should you find yourself in need of our support.” His words here were rather unexpected, normally it’s Kaede to be the first to push the value of this promise. (He was the one that said being a bit insensitive was useful for “avoiding suicidal thoughts”, wasn’t he? Is... Is this hitting too close to home for him too? What if Ryoma’s video isn’t the only like this?)

“Aren’t there some prisons that let you have pet cats too? For therapeutic purposes as I recall. If you must return to prison when this is over we can all try to give a good word for you to have you transferred to one if you’d like.”

And with that, any progress towards a lighter mood they may have been making was gone at Kirumi’s words. The uncomfortable truth hung in the air, souring any positive notions for what’s “outside”.

“Oh fuck. Right, prison’s a thing ain’t it? We’ll be sure to visit you too, as much as we can, okay man?” As well-intentioned as Kaito’s words were it didn’t seem like anything being said was helping Ryoma that much.

But his eyes weren’t as hopelessly empty and blank as they had been when the film first ended, hearing how many people here tried to speak up for his sake, so Kaede considered it a small victory and made a promise to herself to spend more time with him from now on. (Will that make things better or worse? Will it be seen as concern or pity? Will there even be enough time for this to matter anymore?)

That awkward silence stayed until Korekiyo’s video started up. There was something already a bit off about this one, as Monokuma started off talking as if he found this, rather than make it himself, and is making it sound like he’s doing Korekiyo some sort of favor by showing it to him.

This video is an actual video for a change, not the static images with basic animations and voice over of the previous. Ironic the history nerd’s motive is technically the most high-tech, as low as the quality the film may be, as he might have appreciated the more Kamishibai-esque natures of the others. (That’s what that was called right? The thing with the traveling picture based storytellers who’d give candies to children to get them to listen. Maybe not the best comparison, not exactly my field here.)

A young woman appeared in some sort of hospital bed, and this time she’s the one doing the talking rather than Monokuma. She’s clearly addressing her little brother, but something feels very off here. It starts normally enough, she’s repeating some of what the doctors told her, how it isn’t looking good, and that she doesn’t want him to feel guilty over anything since he can’t be there right now. Sounds like they might even be the only family they have right now too, as she doesn’t breathe a word about any parents or other relatives. (But that wouldn’t explain where the money came from for the equipment or his trips.)

But then while it’s like she’s trying to give him advice to stay calm despite how bad her situation is, it almost feels like she’s coaching him on what to do to. “You mustn’t” this, “You mustn’t” that, all in order to hide how he’s feeling from others. And it takes no time at all for him to try and start doing what she says too, though all it really does is keep him quiet at the moment.

He did mention she made his current “uniform” too because she didn’t think his previous one “suited him” right? This is feeling… A bit more controlling than I previously thought. I mean no one would blame him for being upset, none of us have been told our loved one is dying no matter what we do. What sort of motive is this?

Right as it seemed like she was just about done with what she wanted to say, finishing with telling him how much she loves him and how no matter what she’ll always be looking out for him best she can, she’s interrupted by her own coughing.

Her fits’ nearly as violent as Korekiyo’s own shaking, which only gets worse at the sight on the screen. The sight of blood on her hands. Her blood on white sheets.

It’s as doctors start to rush in to try and help, alerted by the machines going off, that the visuals of the video finally cut off. But it isn’t a Monokuma avatar with a vague warning that appears at the end here, just his sister’s voice one last time over the black empty space.

“But remember Korekiyo. Most of all... You mustn’t forget your promise to me. ”

There’s almost a chill in the air at those words, regardless of what this “promise” may be. Even so, despite everything Kiyo’s still clearly trying to maintain his posture and keep quiet like she told him to, even if it isn’t working that well. It even sounds like he may be on the verge of hyperventilating under his mask as Kaede tries nudging his arm to get his attention. It’s not clear if he notices thanks to the layers he’s wearing as he just keeps hugging himself tightly.

“I’m so sorry Kiyo. I had no idea your sister was doing this poorly. No wonder you wanted to get back home to her as soon as you could.” Kiyo starts a bit at Kaede’s words, it looks like he nearly forgot he wasn’t alone.

“I-... Yes, I had mentioned that already hadn’t I?”

“At least we can see the creepy’s just a thing that runs in the family, eh Gimpy?” (What the fuck Miu?! Even if you’re just trying to help lighten the mood that’s uncalled for right now!)

“ I beg your pardon? ” (Yikes. Okay, note do not risk insulting his sister to his face. Ever. He’s scary enough when he doesn’t look ready to kill someone thanks.)

“She did come across as a bit... Intense, didn’t she? B-but I don’t think Monokuma would use this as a “motive” for you if she wasn’t still at least a little okay, right?” (Oh god Tsumugi why, this is Not Helping.)

“Being so spirited in such a state would appear to be a good sign for her overall health and recovery, even if that ending was… Ominous. How long has she been like this if that’s alright to ask?” (Okay thank you Kibo, that helped calm him down a little somehow, his breathing is more even now. Less ragged.)

“She’s been prone to illness since she was a child, some of my earliest memories of her were from visiting her at one hospital or another. This case was rather… different than most of her previous conditions however.”

“What exactly was the promise she talked about?” Angie has an odd look on her face, like something’s troubling her more than the tone that came up with this “promise”. As if she’s only half listening.

“... She was always lonely and often bedridden, so she wanted me to help her… Make new friends while on my travels. So she wouldn’t need to be so alone anymore, even when I was away. Only female companionship though, she was rather adamant on that part, and I’m more than happy to help her.”

Then why did this sound so much more serious than that? That’s kinda a weird thing to make be her parting words, is Monokuma trying to guilt him by making it sound like she thought he hasn’t kept that promise? If she is gone and I’m the first person he’s asked who agreed to it that might be true He’s got some light back into his eyes now at least, he’s even sounding more like himself again.

“At least she has excellent taste! Limiting herself of the stresses and troubles degenerate males cause will surely help her get better soon. I could try visiting if that might help her too, I’m often told my energy’s “infectious”!” (I don’t think that was meant as a good thing Tenko. Given how his mask twitched it must have been a good enough pun to get a smile from him at least. Unless that’s a grimace. Still progress!)

“If you mean to insinuate my own presence causes her issue I must strongly disagree on that front, as I’m the most consistent company she’s ever had by far. I believe her reasoning was less about worries towards her physical safety as much as it is cultural norms regarding social interactions between genders and her definite lack of female contact in general beyond that of medical professionals.”

“Wow. This explains so much. The weird girliness, the creepy face mask, the sister comple-ow” For Kokichi’s safety Kaede cut him off with a warning jab and a glare. Thankfully Korekiyo missed what he was getting at towards the end, so for now Kokichi gets to live to see another day after all. (Hopefully. If he’s lucky.)

“I could do a show at her hospital… That tends to bring spirits up. Not sure if her problem’s something my level of cure spells can cover at the moment though, sorry…”

“If there isn’t anything too wrong with it we could all give her a visit! She can’t mind some guys stopping by once in awhile right?” (Okay even if boys could be okay you might be a bit much for her Kaito.)

“... Thank you all for your consideration. Shall we move on to the next video now?”

Kiyo definitely seemed less distraught than he did at the start now, but something still felt off. He was still only speaking of his sister in the past tense, made more concerning by how his sister’s footage makes his video feel older than the others have so far, but at least he was making future plans. Albeit only ones that can happen if his sister’s still stable when everyone gets out, and not ones that directly involve him.

It does feel less awkward to think of him as “Kiyo” now, so at least some of this as a bonding experience is working right? Or maybe it’s because of how wrong his name sounded when his sister was saying it. Not really looking forward to meeting her anymore, but I can’t really afford to tell him that yet. Too soon.

Kaito’s was next to come. A photo of him in his astronaut gear standing between an elderly couple appears that Monokuma identifies as his grandparents. It changes to the couple sitting on a couch looking concerned, and like Kiyo’s this is actually real footage of them, though it’s less grainy than his video was.

They talk about how all they want is for him to never give up and keep on living, not just for himself but for them too. Monokuma’s voiceover then cuts in and claims the two got into some kind of accident right after this interview, but as is typical he refuses to go into any more detail than that.

“Oh, wow Kaede I’m sorry. Really I am! Kaito’s is waaay more boring than your video was.”

“OI SHUT THE HELL UP YOU BRAT-”

“Easy there Kaito, you’re fine and I’m sure they are too. They certainly looked safer than other examples so far yeah?” Kaede put a hand on his shoulder and helped push him back into his seat, saving Kokichi’s face from a punch to the jaw for at least a few minutes longer. Hopefully. For a boy with such a cute face he sure doesn’t care much about keeping it that way.

“If they don’t know about the killing game, why would they be so concerned about you “surviving”?” Maki’s voice cut in like a knife. “Is there something you aren’t telling us?”

“Jeez Maki Roll, you worry too much. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it and it’s pretty cute for you, but it’s not like that. It’s just astronaut training’s very stressful and the job itself is dangerous ya’know? They’ve always been a coupla worry warts, no biggie.”

“What have I told you about calling me that?”

If looks could kill, his grandparents would be very upset with all of us right now. But she isn’t objecting to the fact she cares which is a lot of progress for her! Great job Kaito. Now PLEASE stop trying to make your way to an early grave for once?

“Oh gawd, please take this weird flirting elsewhere so we can move along already, okay?” (Kokichi why does it feel like I’m putting more work into keeping you alive than you are!?)

One strongly restrained but furious Maki and a securely duct taped Kokichi later everyone was indeed ready for the next video. Time to see if Tsumugi can win out in the contest for “least interesting motive video” or if for once she won’t be able to claim to be the plainest person in the room.

Its opening was as plain as one could expect for her, an image of Tsumugi with one of her cosplaying groups with Monokuma talking about how much she loves working with them. Sounds like they even did other types of fanworks too, something about writing and designs.

Most of the references flew of Kaede’s head since she couldn’t really identify “who” anyone was meant to be or if this was what they genuinely looked like. Then came the transition to a shot of where they worked in tatters, much like Kaede’s, with one of their abandoned buttons with a streak of blood on it in a way Kaede’s fairly certain she’s seen on a graphic novel cover somewhere before. (I don’t recognize this logo though. Is it DR as in “Doctor” or an abbreviation for a multi-word title? That red mark feels familiar, like it’s on the tip of my tongue, but I just can’t place it.)

“And here comes the “oh no some event happened! Find out what, next time on Monokuma’s mystery theater!” teaser at the end just like all the others, see? Nothing special.” Tsumugi says this but she’s clearly nervous about what she’s seen. It’s impressive what a brave face she’s been able to keep, though it may help unlike the rest of them she has had time to process this already.

“I’m suddenly grateful he didn’t actually try to call them that.” Kaede joked before asking, “Still, aren’t you worried more about them? It looked to me like seeing that button freaked you out a little.”

“W-well of course I am, I mean there was blood on it and everything! But I’m a part of a lot of groups you know? So if one of them was in trouble I’m sure one of the others would be trying to help them out, since there’s a lot of loose connections like that with us. I don’t think Monokuma could have possibly done something to all of my close friends since a bunch of them aren’t even in Japan, so I’m just… Choosing not to think about it.”

As she didn’t look too worried about all of this the group quickly let the topic drop. Avoidance may not be the best response to have in a situation like this, but at least it isn’t anything more dangerous.

As the videos had hit an almost pleasant lull in their severity everyone decided to take an intermission, to stretch their legs and whatnot. Despite earlier concerns though no one decided to stop watching with the others though, even Miu claimed she wanted to stick around to at least see Kibo’s since her workload wasn’t that bad now that she thought about it. (I wonder if that means she’s nearly finished already?)

On the way out to the hallway, Kaede pulled Ryoma aside.

“H-hey, listen about the video-”

“I’m not going to do anything stupid if that’s what you’re worried about. Nothing’s really changed for me after all. I won’t be putting everyone’s lives in danger over something like this.” (Ouch. I wasn’t really thinking about what might happen if a body was found without a murderer. That could be dangerous.)

“I wasn’t- I didn’t think you were going to. I just wanted to make sure you know how much we really do care about you. You may try to keep all of us away but you’re still our friend here. Nothing you’ve shown to us indicates you are a bad person, no matter what you may have done in the past. So please, why not let us get to know you? This might sound selfish or arrogant but… Maybe we can become your reason for living if you can’t find one on your own.”

“You’re right, that does sound pretty selfish. But in an honest, naive kinda way. I… Appreciate what you’re trying to say. Thank you. I’ll think about it. But I promise I’m not going to do anything drastic. I’m not sure Kiyo can say the same thing. He’s weird, and something about him has never really felt right to me, but you might want to check in with him next if this is going to be a “thing” for you right now. I don’t think he’s a bad kid, and I may be reading things wrong here, but his motive seemed more like mine than one to lead to a murder if you know what I mean. And unlike Miu, he isn’t all that close to anyone in particular from what I’ve seen.” (Well with how creepy he is that is kinda expected. But he’s right.)

“Yeah, I thought as much too. Thank you, Ryoma. And if you ever need to talk I’ll listen, okay?”

He gave a bit of a smile as he walked away. Far from a happy grin but less melancholic than those before, probably meant to comfort Kaede more than anything else. It looked like Kaito was running up to him too, probably with something similar to say. She overheard the word “training” but not much else, so it sounded like maybe he was setting up a way to spend more time with the former tennis star. Kaede couldn’t really focus on that though as she tried finding where Kiyo’s gone off to.

She didn’t need to go very far as it turns out as he was muttering to himself in the library across the way.

Looking around in the corner Rantaro died in. It’s still a small comfort the books were put back to how they probably were originally rather than in that death tr No. Not. Now. This is much more important.

“You okay there Kiyo?” Kaede softly asked, but the answer was obvious as he nearly jumped and seemed to wipe away some tears before he turned to face her.

“A-ah, hello! I hadn’t heard you come in, my apologies. I’m doing better I believe, nothing to be overly worried about I assure you.”

Nope, he stuttered and I was the one able to sneak up on him for a change. That’s enough to be at least a little worried about, even if he didn't look like he's been crying. Not that I haven’t heard him when he’s come up to me before nope, definitely have never been spooked by a certain creepy too tall ninja man. Which is kinda weird come to think of it, with how good my hearing is and the fact that he’s always wearing those heavy boots FOCUS KAEDE!

“Well if you’re sure. I just wanted to let you know that if you need someone to talk to or anything you can always come to me about it okay? I’m sorry you had to see something like that.”

“Thank you, that is very kind of you to offer. But I’ll be alright... I was just getting a book to read later, in case the films to come make sleep difficult to reach tonight.” (More like the one you've already seen, but okay.)

“Hmm, that sounds like a good idea. What exactly do they have here?”

The ten-minute break passed by pretty quickly like that, since there were a lot of books to look through and most of them looked dreadfully boring. Kaede did find a cute looking romance novel though, which would hopefully come in handy. She couldn’t really tell what the book Kiyo found was about, as the title was in Russian or something. The mood in the AV room certainly felt better now than it did before their intermission, as everyone began coming back in to see what else Monokuma had in store for them.

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