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(Not) My Baby (1)
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Synopsis: Rafe and Y/N can't stand each other. A fact. And yet he approaches her with an unusal request.
Warnings: none so far
A/N: A College!AU Rafe Cameron. Enemies to lovers trope. A wedding date needed and a desperate Rafe willing to do whatever it takes to get his way. A fake dating trope. What more can we want, right? If you'd like to see more of these two nemesis let me know! I'd love to know what you thought of this part :)
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(Not) My Baby (Part 1)
The morning wasn't particularly foreboding. The wind was crisp, the birds were still chirping in the trees and the smell of coffee coming from the local cafe was still potent and inviting. There was no storm cloud or shiver up her spine, nothing that might indicate an approaching disaster. Y/N's morning started off like any other. A routine cup of coffee to wake herself up before her classes was what she was aiming for in that particular moment. The moment that came crashing down when a familiar voice hit her ear.
She had just placed her order, after exchanging pleasantries with the barista who she knew from one of her classes. She hadn't heard or felt him approach. It was as if he snuck up on her like a predator with a purpose and there were no alarm bells to warn her.
"Hey, Y/N/N." His low rasp, courtesy of the still early hour, felt almost whispered into her ear even though it wasn't. He was close. Too close. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she was finally on high alert.
She turned slowly, acting nonchalant, and met his eyes. He looked good, as he always did. Eyes a little tired but still bright, hair messy on his forehead - though his lips lacked his usual smirk. It took her by surprise, but she didn't show it. She blinked at him, seeming unaffected by his presence even though she was anything but.
"What do you want?" Her voice betrayed nothing; no emotion, no attitude. She could see him swallow and internally cursed her eyes for following the movement - so sure he would tease her for it but surprised when he didn't. He seemed somber for some reason and this made her uneasiness grow. It didn't last long, however, because the familiar playful smirk she despised finally made an appearance.
"Do I have to want something? Can't I just say hey to a friend?" She had to physically restrain the eye roll that so desperately wanted to escape. The serious expression was gone from his face, as was the growing uneasiness inside her - replaced instead by her well practiced annoyance at his existence.
"Are you having a stroke? Do I need to call 911?" Her usual attitude, seemingly reserved just for him, finally cracked her facade and it made him want to sigh in relief. Finding comfort in their familiar dynamic, knowing this conversation was anything but.
The barista seemed reluctant to interrupt the standoff, but ultimately decided to do her job by sliding Y/N's drink to her. She thanked her, welcoming the distraction and the opportunity to finally end this odd exhange.
"Look, can we put the whole "hating each other" thing on pause for five minutes?" His voice was exasperated and she might have been amused at that, had his words not sunk in then. She grabbed her coffee, turning to face him.
"I don't hate you." She was looking him right in the eye, the conviction in her voice taking him by surprise.
"What?" He seemed confused, trying to process her words, while also keeping track of what he was trying to say before she shook him.
"You might hate me, Rafe. But I don't hate you." A step closer from her, a gulp from him. "I just don't like you."
And with that, she brushed past him walking out the door. Leaving him standing there, a million things running through his head.
She unhinged him. Every time he thought he was in control she ripped the rug from under him and left him spiraling. He had no idea how she always managed to leave him frustrated and confused, but this time was worse. He had something important to talk to her about and she managed to weasel out of a conversation so effortlessly he thought maybe he'd imagined the whole interaction. But the barista staring at him and the impatient patrons in line behind him made it all very real. So he hurried out the door, embarrassed and annoyed, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get what he needed from her when she wanted nothing to do with him.
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The morning classes had gone as expected; boring and a waste of her time. But attendance was mandatory so she endured. She had a wonderful afternoon of absolutely nothing to do to look forward to. She was thinking about what she wanted to cook tonight when he caught her walking across the campus yard.
"Hey! Wait up." She could not stop the eye roll this time, nor did she try. Twice in one day? Hell, no. He didn't get to do this. She had plans with her couch and a dreamy Duke of Hastings she planned to ogle while devouring a pint of chocolate ice cream. She was not letting him ruin her mood.
She tried to ignore him. Tried to act as if she didn't hear him, even quickened her steps in hopes of losing him. But of course it was futile. He was taller, legs longer, fitter than her - as expected - he caught up in no time. What she didn't expect was his hand wrapping around her arm to halt her steps. He did not just grab her.
She whipped around quickly, the surprise knocking him back a step. The look on her face showed him just how pissed she was and he didn't quite understand the reason until she looked down at his hand that was still grasping her bicep and he immediately let go. He didn't even realize he was touching her, too focused on just getting her to stop moving. He wasn't sure why it bothered her as much as it did, it was an innocent touch after all.
"What is it?" The indiference from this morning long gone, her annoyance was showing through in every syllable. He needed to correct course.
"I was going to grab lunch at the sandwich place. Wanna come with?" His cool, calm, collected facade was holding on by a thread, the nerves making his palms sweat. He wasn't sure how she was going to react but he knew it wouldn't be good.
"Excuse me?" Now it was her turn to be confused. What the hell was he playing at? They didn't hang out, they didn't 'come with' to have lunches together. The only time they were in each other's presence, although reluctantly, was when they were with their friend group.
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It started about 6 months ago. One of her friends started hooking up with one of his and all of a sudden they were all hanging out together every time they went out. She hated the entire thing, but her friend was happy and there was no way she could be angry about that. She hoped it might be a short lived inconveniece but the couple was still going strong and somehow she was stuck in the same friend group as Rafe Cameron.
She had always been an introvert but her roomates freshman year vowed to drag her out of her room and into the world. She was grateful if a bit exhausted from all the outings - the two party girls absolutely never missing a good time. But Y/N's idea of a good time was usually a chill night in - not a loud, sweaty frat party or a club with flashing lights that often gave her headaches. Though she did come to enjoy going out with her friends sometimes, she definitely needed breaks to recharge her social batteries.
However, when Lena started dating Kelce, and the friend groups merged - forcing her into the orbit of the one person on campus she couldn't stand - she started to withdraw. She didn't go out as much anymore, preferring to stay in and enjoy her own space and peace. In a way he gave her the excuse she had been looking for; making her friends less often inclined to force her out since they knew the two didn't get along. She missed them though and they missed her - sometimes enough for her to bite the bullet and endure his bullshit. Suffice to say it was a rare occasion and she ended up resenting him for taking her freedom to be around her friends away from her.
So him ambushing her with an invitation to lunch was not only extremely confusing but deeply unsettling too.
"I said: do you wanna come with me to grab lunch?" He repeated himself, as if she had hearing problems.
"Yeah, I heard you. Why?" He was playing with his hands, a nervous tick she had clocked long ago but didn't see often.
"I just thought we could talk..." he trailed off awkwardly and she almost cringed at the uncomfortable tension engulfing them.
"I don't see what we'd have to talk about?" It came out as a question even though she considered it to be a fact. They didn't have anything to talk about.
He sighed, as if he was dealing with a stubborn child. As if she was inconveniencing him instead of the other way around.
"God, can you just chill with the hostility and pretend to be a normal person for one lunch?" There it was. The attitude. The patronizing tone. The look of annoyance. All things he usually reserved for her, now finally making their appearance.
"Well since you asked so nicely..." her tone was as sarcastic as ever. "Nope." She turned around, no longer interested in hearing what he wanted from her. Just wanting to get as far away from this asshole as fast as possible. Her mood had dwindled rapidly and she was left exhausted after the encounter.
An encounter she'd hoped to God was over but clearly wasn't. He grabbed her by the arm again and this time she whipped around, snatching her arm away from him, ready to slap him if he tried touching her one more time.
"What do you want?!" Her voice raised significantly, drawing looks from a few passers by.
"I want to have a conversation." His tone was curt, as if he was holding back from yelling at her. Before she could open her mouth he continued, "in private."
"I'm not having lunch with you. Just say whatever it is you need, so I can leave." Her patience for him was dangerously low and he was pushing it with each passing second.
"What, got a hot date with your bed and Netflix?" It was as if he was incapable of not antagonzing her. He knew he shouldn't have said that by the look on her face.
"Sorry." He didn't sound it. "Look I've just got something that I need to run by you. It won't take long. Just - let's sit down, have a drink and you can hear me out?" He was trying on the easygoing Cameron charm that seemed to work on literally everyone but the woman standing in front of him.
"I'll give you ten minutes to say what you need to say. After that I'm leaving and you're not stopping me." He wanted to roll his eyes but refrained, choosing to nod his head instead.
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They fell into step next to each other. An uncomfortable and stress filled silence dragged with them, all the way to the sandwich bar around the block where they took their seats by the window.
After the waiter took their orders - a sandwich and sweet tea for him and a simple glass of water for her - they were left in an awkward silence once again.
He was dreading the conversation they were about to have while she was getting impatient, wanting nothing more than for this to be over.
"So..." he wasn't meeting her eyes, suddenly looking nervous again. She waited for him to continue. "There's-"
He was interrupted by the waiter bringing them their drinks, leaving both of them repressing a sigh.
"There's this wedding, that I have to go to. Well it's a friend of mine's wedding. She's more like a cousin, really. My dad's goddaughter. Known each other forever..."
He was rambling. Really and truly rambling. If it had been anyone else, in any other scenario, Y/N might have found it endearing. But all she felt was impatience.
"Get to the point." Harsh. He let out an exasperated sigh at her rude interruption.
"If you'd let me finish." He was looking in her eyes now, irritation clear on his face. She rolled her eyes and nodded.
"So it's a big deal. The wedding. Both families are influential." She barely managed to stop the eye roll that begged to be let out at his use of the word, knowing full well he meant they were filthy rich. "Everyone who's anyone is gonna be there." He looked at her pointedly, as if that was supposed to mean something to her. It didn't.
"I need a date. Well not just a date - a perfect date. My dad, he uh - he has certain expectations..." his voice got quieter towards the end of his sentence. If it was anyone else she might have felt a twinge of sympathy right about now, but she didn't.
"That's great and all. But what's any of this got do with me?"
His face was slowly turning more and more red. She wasn't getting it. How was she not getting it?
"That's where you come in." "Where?" He wanted to curse at her ignorance.
"The date part..." She looked more confused than ever before.
"You want me to... what? Help you find a date to your cousin's wedding?" It made no sense. "Why me? I mean I don't know you like that and I don't know your dad or whatever he expects and I'm not exactly a matchmaker - Also I think you're more than capable of getting a date by yourself. Or at least you have in the past..." Now she was rambling. Why couldn't she stop talking?
"What? No! I don't want you to-" his face was in his hands, completely bewildered at her conclusion and outburst. He sighed dragging his hand down his face and looking at her again. She was quiet, watching him expectantly. Did he really need to spell it out?
"I want you to come with me." There. He said it. It was out there.
"Where?" Now she had to be fucking with him. Right?
"To the wedding? As my date."
One. Two. Three. Four. Five seconds.
And then she broke into a fit of laughter like he'd never seen from her before. Not like he even saw her smile often, let alone laugh.
The laughter lasted about a minute. He swore he could see tears in her eyes at one point. She was clutching her stomach trying to catch her breath. He was getting more and more ashamed and pissed off with each passing moment.
When it finally died down, she was left calming her breath, face flushed and a small smile still on it. He had to admit, she looked really cute. But she was laughing at him.
"That was a good one. I have to give it to you." She took a drink of her water right as the waiter placed his sandwich in front of him. He said nothing. He didn't move, didn't touch his food. He just sat there, staring at her, looking both annoyed and... constipated? Or wait... embarrassed. He looked embarrassed.
Suddenly her smile fell and reality hit her full force. He was embarrassed. Which could only mean...
"You weren't joking."
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TOUCH IT, MY TAIL 03
Genshin Impact . . Kazuha Kaedehara, Thoma, Gorou, Itto Arataki, Ayato Kamisato, Heizou Shikanoin
Good girls get rewards.
fem reader, yandere, dubious content, collars, praising, vaginal fingering, size differences, master/pet dynamics, predator/prey dynamics, marking, you’re shared between thoma ayato and ayaka in this au, mentions of murder/cannibalism, implied cunnilingus, corruption, breeding
Kazuha Kaedehara, and the Kitty On Deck.
─ When he first boarded the Crux Fleet, never did one expect the boisterous captain to have a cat with them of all animals. Don’t those graceful felines despise huge bodies of water? What would one gain from being so close to the edge, planks away from their supposed nemesis? Whatever the case may be, you are considered another one of the underlings, or rather a domesticated animal to be exact. You keep insisting that you are not but the miniature bell dangling freely from your collar notifying anyone of your presence tells a different story. Plus, the crew-mates aren’t certainly helping the argument as they praise and scratch behind your ears anytime they’d cross paths and you’d purr affectionately out of instinct, before withdrawing to save face.
Not that there’s much left to retain, anyway.
─ Your precious Beidou, the one who rescued you from the wilderness is caught up in a stormy sea of responsibilities, throwing her around left-to-right, busying her from head-to-toe. Captain duties calls persistently. One cannot simply abandoned them because someone feels lonely. There are better things to attend to as much as she cares for you which is why you are left alone in the private corridors most of the time trying to find another source to keep you occupied. Her lack of attentiveness is disheartening, feeling the space between you two gradually widen with time, but what can you do?
This is where Kazuha makes an appearance.
─ Why not tend to the ship’s beloved mascot? Not many take the time to properly check up on you, only the obligatory ‘how are you doing’ or typical warm greetings - they all started to blend together. Despite being surrounded by the people who can be considered family, a small part of you still feels isolated like you don’t belong here. A stranger in your own home; unable to naturally hop into their hearty conversations over past adventures because you weren’t present during that period. He understands. That, and they keep referring to you as a pet only. Isn’t that a little cruel? The way he views it, you’re still considered human. And if you follow mindlessly after him, a stray cat, he’ll treat you the same.
Eventually, Kazuha will ask Beidou a huge favor when the juncture provides.
He’s been nothing but loyal.
13. Warmth
You’re in his private corridors for tonight at his brief request.
Cute whines can be heard among the serene night, with your soft palms clutching onto white bedsheets trying your hardest to keep down these strange noises from leaking out of the room. It’s more than embarrassing. That, and you don’t want to disturb others resting in their peaceful sleep. Beidou had sent everyone on their own personal missions over the week, keeping each one occupied until their limbs felt like crumbling off their sore bodies. Everyone must’ve been terribly exhausted, and for that -
You don’t want to take their solitude away.
“Kazuha.. Aah, feels w-weird.”
They’re music to his ears. A song you must never share with a vindictive world. He’ll never get sick of eliciting these addictive sounds. He’ll never get sick of this, you being unable to comprehend the warmth brewing between your thighs, glassy tears poking at cat-like eyes as you try and stifle a moan. Adorable, he thinks, with his careful fingers brushing against sensitive, tight walls as he stares passionately, imprinting the sight before him at the back of his mind permanently - and his pace starts to get faster, forcing more lewd sounds out of you.
His full attention dead set, watching the way you mewl between shaky breaths, eyes shut tight afraid of meeting his own (in fear, or shame.) Face flushed, blouse unbuttoned revealing your breasts with hickeys scattered all over them and on your cute tummy from his surprisingly possessive assault.
Kazuha’s always been gentle. Even during these moments.
“Don’t be scared, [Name],” he murmurs lightly, forehead grazing your own for added comfort, “It’s not scary to feel good.”
Don’t stop yourself from what your body craves.
You don’t.
Thoma, and the House Puppy.
─ He is the Kamisato’s official and only housekeeper. An efficient worker, one on his own accord because such position gives him a better sense of responsibility, control. Every morning is an opportunity to improve oneself; assisting those in dire need of help around the nearest town. Thoma is up before the sun could make its grand appearance, tending to a long list of chores that falls all the way down to his ankles with an elated grin. Laundry, cooking, cleaning - he does it all professionally. More tasks that troubles the clan will be dealt with by him personally if they are shorthanded, which is to say - all the time. Not that he minds. Allows more room for improvement in areas he still has yet to hone: bargaining, brawling, blackmailing, you name it.
─ His favorite duty of the day is to attend to the house pet. A cute little puppy all caged up, hungry for attention and affection, or so they say. Your whimpers to be released from these inhuman confines are always ignored, Thoma whistling to himself as he prepares the treats and the dreaded tether to attach to that expensive, darling little collar the esteemed family is proud of presenting. Dehumanizing. You’ve been in their ‘care’ for about three months now (hard to count without a calendar or a clock in hand), there’s not much to do besides close your eyes and rest in this limited space, waiting endlessly for someone to come home. Even if they provided a generously sized cage, enough to where you can somewhat stretch in these confines, soft bedding and a couple miscellaneous items to keep one entertained, you never asked for this. Taking in someone, a human - half-human, to be their pet is depraved. Even for them.
But who will speak up?
─ There’s a few things Thoma recalls regarding their puppy. Play nice, Ayaka encourages. She’s just too sweet on you, always willing to feign a blind eye to any types of misbehavior. A little nibbling never hurt, and if it did, she’ll just patch those loving wounds right back up thinking of it to be playful behavior. On the other hand, Ayato tells him to resort to discipline if needed. Dogs should already have obedience engrained in them. It is in their adoring nature, but for you in particular... Some more work still needs to be done which is why he’d tasked Thoma to handle the strict enforcement during his absences. A ton of commitment goes into training a pet..
Fortunate that he likes you.
14. Appeasement
The cage door swings wide open.
Thoma’s staring rather affectionately at the half-asleep puppy, coaxing them into getting ready for their daily ”afternoon walk” around the premises. Occasionally, you’re lead around the nearby city in front of many, many citizens going about their day. They’re used to this sight at this point, normalized even, greeting Thoma followed by them cooing over you, the adorable pet. A medium-length leash tucked in his capable hand, tugging on it lovingly forcing you to crawl on your bare hands and knees as would an animal over to them, considering you are one.
Not just any animal; theirs.
Right now you don’t bother listening, limbs glued to the ground refusing to step out. Not out of spite, but out of pure exhaustion. Master Ayato had his way with you last night wanting to vent after an annoying meeting between difficult parties unwilling to come to a compromise.
A mistake on your end, they don’t take disobedience lightly.
You know this.
“… Ah?”
That, he questions lightly with his olive, slanted eyes narrowing, a playful chirp ringing in his delighted voice to pair off with an unsettling smile. A gloved hand caresses the skin of your thighs, soothing the soreness brought by your doting master prior, rubbing invisible circles into them, the other petting your head as your tail wags eagerly at the attention.
It’s not you, it’s your body reacting by nature. You do not like this.
You’ll try and convince yourself leaning closer to his comforting touch, at ease, for once... Before cruel fingers dug themselves into flesh, making you whimper, a kicked puppy.
“Puppy.. Why are you throwing a fit now? Do I have to treat this as if it were punishment? I don’t want to do that to our favorite girl.”
Pause.
“Well,” he chuckles quietly to himself, “not as of now.”
And punishments, the mind can think of so much. They’re rattlingly creative in that department, determining which method is effective in keeping a disobedient mutt in line. Not that this was an arduous task. Anything they come up with always leaves you malleable and weak. One of them happens to be like a ‘walk-in-the-park’, but it’s during midnight and you have been stripped of the comfort of warm clothes and any remaining rights you had - forced to put up with chilly weather, wind running against your sensitive bare body.
Then being lead around the headquarters naked, exposed, even when there isn’t a lot of people present does wonders on the psyche. This doesn’t happen too often, but when it does you’d even consider digging a six-feet grave with your name carved onto it. An escape through death; desperation. You think about this constantly, and consistently. It’s the only way out of their reach knowing the lengths they’d go into keeping what is theirs.
As for now, you just need to behave to avoid further punishment — cowering — nodding your head in defeat. It is in best interest.
“Good girl.”
A satisfying click can be heard.
The leash has been attached as advised.
Gorou, and the Cowering Bunny.
─ You were presented on a pricy pedestal as an anniversary gift; provided by Priestess Kokomi for knowing where his loyalty lies: with the Sangonomiya clan, the righteous group. Gorou’s never thought about anything else other than claiming victory on their end. Was there any room for another being to occupy his life? Especially someone so fragile.. and small? He doesn’t reach an answer until the sight of your droopy ears dangle off to the side, trembling under his scrutinizing gaze - hoping that this was another one of your sick dreams and not actually happening in present time. But beasts feast on fear and he can already taste it off you.
He licks his fang.
─ It was tame at the start. To begin with you were bestowed during the fight for emancipation. A rabbit does not belong on the chaotic battlefield but safe in their obscure burrows. For the most part you’re left alone with a temporary caretaker, someone who will actually have patience and pure intentions - you’ll miss them plenty when your real partner comes back to pay lots of attention to you after the decree has been settled at once and the opportunity to try and run away completely disappears. Now, he can enjoy his present to the fullest without any distractions flocking by. You, and him; nothing else to ruin this moment. But just wait till you both hit mating season, an imminent event that’ll have him breeding you for days until you’re hardly conscious, his seed overflowing from your abused pussy and him making sure none of it goes to waste - there is no way that you haven’t been knocked up.
You’ll bare a lot of children for him whether you want to or not.
─ Even the forces recognize you: the General’s prey - er, friend? Not that they care to sweat over any details. Gorou’s reclusive regarding his private affairs. They’ll see him as an understanding commander, one who just wants what is best for them as he does you. They’ll look out as well when he brings you at a camp just to keep an eye even if you’ve never attempted to escape, not once. With bandages wrapped all around a frail body littered in prominent hickeys, playful bites, and light scratch marks - avoiding contact with his comrades in fear of being condemned. Signs of ownership, possessiveness, and just the way he pushes his hungry love onto you.
Gorou cannot help it, you’re just too cute to not eat!
15. Delirium
On the battlefield, he is known for being ruthless.
Exhilaration floods in his system like a dangerous stimulant, running to his head as he rips through waves of faceless enemies using his strengthened claws and his sharpened teeth. Blood runs down his chapped lips - staining his uniform, but Gorou never falters. The lust for carnage persists until there is no longer anyone left to devour.
Victory tastes defined, fresh.
Copper staining his tongue, his teeth, his uniform - dripping from the corners of a wicked mouth as incisive canines latch onto unsuspecting invaders, penetrating flesh, tearing through muscles and tissue seamlessly as if it were his last meal.
To persist, to overthrow, to conquer.
And remember, it is not violence if they were vermin.
With the creaky door slamming wide open startling the poor wounded rabbit curled up in a lonely corner failing to seek comfort through darkness. An enemy you used to fear of, now a close friend that you’d hope would swallow your existence whole.
Gorou stands alert at the doorway, light blinding you momentarily trying to adjust to the sudden exposure.
A delirious glint glows in his teal blue eyes, scanning around the room for his enticing prey. When he coos out a name, yours, that has unknowingly enchanted him with an audacious spell, your heart wails and you cry.
He’s home.
Arattaki Itto, and the “Abandoned” Cat.
─ It just happened.. On one random excursion. His faithful lackeys stumbling upon a lost kitty cat in the dense mountains when searching for scraps left by petty treasure hoarders, Shinobu to be exact, and Itto never lessening a possessive hold. If you happened to be someone else’s, then too bad for them. Finders keepers - you’re his prized cat now! He’ll declare himself as your kind owner from there on out ignoring any complaints following a suit. Don’t worry, his loyal goons reassure you that their boss will treat you far well than the average human. Better than that! What’s not to like when Itto is providing everything besides privacy…
And are pets really in need of that?
─ He isn’t aware of how delicate you truly are. You’re usually found writhing in his suffocating grasp, being carelessly swung around like a cheap rag-doll from a thrift market. He carries you everywhere if safe to do so for extra moral support and is very shameless on displaying affection, confirming everyone’s suspicion that you are much more than what he states. Sweet of the troublemaker of the town to take in a defenseless kitty. Perhaps enough for them to almost forgive the gang’s silly shenanigans, your cuteness can be weaponized against many if used correctly.
─ You’re even tinier compared to his build, difference apparent. Putting you two side-by-side is comical to the eyes. You look like you’d break easily, crumble at even the slightest nudge. Is that why you sought protection from someone of a larger physique? ... Laughable, if only they knew how durable you truly are. Itto would know. Your small body somehow taking all of him, that visible tummy bulge, you being unable to produce a single thought, tongue lolling out, drooling. A face so fucked out, eyes rolled back - tearing away what little restraint he had from destroying you.
You’re like a favorite toy. Don’t worry, he won’t throw you away if you become wearied out, or broken.
16. Aftercare
“You need to be more mindful. You’ll break her at this rate.”
Someone mumbles under their breath.
The obscene sight hardly phases them, no. Frankly, this happens too often to be repulsed at this point. The Arataki Gang’s boisterous leader is known for inhumane stamina that comes with his unique traits, no human endurance could compare - and certainly not a petite kitty.
For that, a night with him holds no end.
Itto huffs, wiping the sweat and the enormous grin off his face. Even with some vigor left, he’d hold back. Someone is here. As much as there is pride in showing off fine results of his hard work, there’s no reason for anyone else to see you like this. Call it possessiveness.
“.. She can handle anything.” At the cost of your sobriety.
They clicked their tongue, hiding their disgust behind hardened eyes - in some way, keeping a calm composure, “Very well. Don’t come complaining later then.”
With a final pitiful look, one that feels like an eternity, they flee the room in immediate relief of the stifling room, door closing behind.
Itto’s gaze drifts down; heart melting.
He’s silently admiring his piece of art; a sick sense of satisfaction present in him. And you’re left disheveled, mascara mixed in with running tears and thick cum smeared all over your tiny body, ruined once again. Recovering, trying to find stability in between desperate wheezes for oxygen. But you’re still beautiful, he thinks.
A beautiful mess, and he’s the culprit.
Ayato Kamisato, and the Caged Puppy.
─ When his precious, darling little sister brought up the idea of tending to a pet, he thought that to be a wonderful idea! Sometimes the estate can be a little too quiet for their refined taste. A tamed animal would be able to brighten the dreary surroundings, filling the still air with contagious liveliness. Not that the siblings had to worry about any emergency absences, Thoma can handle another job on top of his other duties. The house trusts their keeper that much, even considering him to be a part of what is left of their family. No one is surprised when their young master returns home smiling with a collared ‘puppy’ trailing behind him helplessly.
They found one.
─ When they say puppy, they mean it. Even if Ayato is hardly present in the morning, he makes it up all in the afternoon and/or night. Bringing home thoughtful gifts fitting for a dog: treats meant for tamed animals, frisbees to play fetch with, and the occasional… toy. You’d only indulge in them out of boredom much to his sick amusement. Not many things to do locked away in an comfortable enclosure, anyways. There’s two bowls meant for you in the kitchen, for water and for food. You don’t eat food prepared specifically for a dog - you’re forced to eat like one, on the hard floor. He loves watching you who wavers, before bending your head down to lap up some water obediently. Ah, who can forget the custom-ordered lavish collar wrapped around your neck, ‘Kamisato’ imprinted in beautiful Kanji on it in case you’d run loose.
And yes, every time he arrives at home you will meet him at the doorway, starving for praise. You’ll do it all in order to appease him, if not for the sake of being allowed to move around without eagle-like supervision, not trapped behind iron bars.
─ Once the adorable puppy has accepted their place, then everything starts to get a little better. The cage no longer being a home, but rather a space to conduct punishment. You’ll have a personal little bed in the corner of his tidy room, maybe some small toys, Ayato preferred if his chambers were clean (considering he hardly remains there besides night, how can it possibly get dirty?). So why don’t you just give in? You might be able to sleep in his bed, with him, if you’re a really good girl.
Obedience comes rewards.
The bathroom, however, stays off-limits. You’ll do that business outside, naturally.
17. Perverse
If there is one thing he really likes, it’s to make others uncomfortable.
How they squirm scrutinized under his relaxed gaze, trying to adjust to whatever situation they’re thrown into abruptly (whether it’s orchestrated by him or not), Ayato likes them all the same. Noting mentally of what scares people, what makes them want to curl up in a fetal position, break.
If conceivable, can be applied to upcoming enemies.
Those who try to play cool are forcing out strained smiles; those who can’t help but panic; a game he’d gladly participate in, with delight.
Tonight, his fascination leaves you defenseless.
Arms behind your back, fastened by unkempt rope burning through fair skin; baby blue cloth secured around bright eyes, cutting off one of your senses; legs temporarily incapacitated, battered in vibrant, angry welts - courtesy of an eager whip.
All there is to do is anticipate, think of what Ayato has in store.
“S-Sca.. Scary.”
Your voice is hoarse, alien even to your own ears. Animals can’t speak, shouldn’t be able to anyways. His threat repeating itself continuously - slicing off your naughty tongue for good measure - and then you can’t actually say anything.
A golden rule has been broken…
... and he excuses it.
This doesn’t happen too often, your strict master forgiving mistakes.
But owners should be merciful sometimes, yeah?
Heizou Shikanoin, and the New Roommate.
─ It starts off with a tragic case. A couple going missing under no one’s radar, unfortunate that those were your loving parents. Finding out these sickening news when arriving back from a trip with close family friends, a group of intimidating men surrounding an empty run-down looking shack, your home - and a hospitable man bearing an attractive face. He greets the bewildered you coolly, like he was expecting your arrival any minute now. As for first impressions, Heizou makes quite the reputable one, making you feel somewhat at ease despite having been struck by desolation. No need to dwell any longer, the Tenryou Commission’s Detective has taken responsibility over this devastating incident. Heizou is, promising to bring a favorable conclusion... to the best of their abilities.
You cannot thank him enough.
─ With the distasteful section out of the way, the conversation falls into discussing the aftermath: if their child wants to remain in the house, for now. Thoughts of staying there, alone... feels haunting. Your troubled expression does not go amiss as Heizou proposes an idea: room with him. No one else resides in that keepsake lodge near their headquarters, merely a bored adult in dire need of some company. In short, there’s reasonable space for a new roommate, and accepting means becoming someone else’s burden, someone’s liability - which is alright. Anyone a part of their community deserves assistance, especially in these trying times. Stay. Remain there until they have been found, alive or not.
─ For this particular investigation, bizarrely, Heizou shares a few troubles. He’ll admit it during a hearty dinner, slightly sullying a light atmosphere - in good faith. You’re bummed, not disheartened. Everyone else had resigned themselves from an evidently impossible case, a sound decision for a lack of direction, suspects, and information leads to nowhere. If their boss has a hard time solving it himself then, what are the chances of them being able to give insight? To make up for this, he’ll make sure his guest (although it’s safe to say, an indefinite one) remains comfortable, providing superb hospitality. And yes, you do have freedom to leave the premise, whenever, wherever. Nothing physical will prevent you. But, isn’t that too dangerous? A culprit still runs loose, threatening a rather lovely city. Their next victim could very possibly be you.
Hence, staying inside is in best interest. Heizou knows best, knows what your parents would like in their absence.
And he knows where they remain, not that he’ll ever disclose.
18. Winner
“A-Are you sure this… Do people really play this game?” Uncertainty is laced in your voice.
“Of course, do you remember how it goes?”
“ .. Stay quiet.”
“Yes, and if you make any noise,” hot breath fans over your sensitive slit, “I’ll have to punish you.”
You’d bite your bottom lip in anticipation, a whimper away from losing a battle you’ve never had a chance in. The game hasn’t even started yet and you’re squirming. He’d have to pry your shaky legs to stay open, locking them in place.
You tremble even more.
“It’ll be fun.” For him, he says, burying his eager tongue inside your sensitive cunt. Continuously overstimulating and edging you into tears without rupture, wanting to see you lose all reason and beg for something much, much larger.
Submitting to pleasure, to Heizou.
#yandere#yandere genshin impact#ch.kazuha#ch.thoma#ch.gorou#ch.itto#ch.ayato#ch.heizou#tw.nsfw#tw.dubcon#tw.master/pet dynamics#tw.predator/prey dynamics#tw.breeding#sub!reader#timt! series#lord.hcs
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Its likely Rollo (Roro,,,Lollo??? Idk man) will also be a permanent character that can either be an NPC (like Jamil's sister) or possibly playable soon (like Chen'ya and Neige) because he's got a VA—
This does make me ask the question about what's up with Noble Bell College. Why aren't they mentioned this whole time. Could it be because they're not as significant as NRC & RSA? (Aka less significant Disney characters) If so, that could set up an interesting conflict...
- big hat anon, looking at Rollo(???) With squinted eyes because those bangs are kinda atrocious ngl
I believe his name is something like Rollo Flamm? Frollo, Rollo, makes sense. Flamm is also pretty good considering Frollo's demise and they probably didn't mean for it to align but "flam" also means deception. Kinda fitting.
I think the school hasn't been really mentioned yet because it might not be as prominent as NRC or RSA. I just saw the other trailer with short man in it and it is mildly concerning? Rollo was standing in front of a fireplace, talking about Malleus Draconia. Which reminded me of the scene where Frollo stands in front of the fireplace during Hellfire, as he desires Esmerelda. I think there's two ways it can go with this. It can either go the very laid back way like "oh, curses, my arch nemesis Malleus who's better at magic" and be a light hearted thing. Or, knowing how Frollo was like as a character and his rigid beliefs, it could be much different and less light hearted, say Rollo despises fae or something like that. So I'm interested to see how it goes.
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🍀, 🍕, & 🍩
Thanks for sending in the ask, bestie~ I appreciate you always indulging me!
🍀 -What originally inspired the OC?
So since getting into RDR2, I loved seeing the storyline play out and so many fun ideas popped into my head. I always like making OCs for things I get SUPER into, as you know, so this was already going to happen whether I wanted it to or not 😂 After having a fun time watching Arthur enjoy the theater in the game, I saw a gorgeous performer in the Saint Denis theater and decided that I wanted to make her a performer, and it just went from there! That's when Ruby was born!
🍕- What is their favorite food?
My gal loves all sorts of food, and she was raised on a ranch, so they were able to make their own food and grow their own crops. Beef stew, loin of beef roasts, potatoes, carrots, canned strawberries, you name it. She loves food and always had fun cooking with her father after a long day on the ranch.
🍩- Who is your OCs arch-nemesis or rival?
Growing up was rough when she was living on the outskirts of Rhodes, there were always people who were trying to cause trouble and extort them for their money or their food. Later on she had to deal with them on a larger scale since they became known as the Lemoyne Raiders ( which are made up of both Confederate veterans and recruited who liked to terrorize people for their own gain).
While she was involved with Arthur and the Van Der Linde gang, she absolutely despised the way Micah Bell treated her and others, especially women. He degraded them, treated them like a piece of meat, and she was no different in his eyes. He constantly made her uncomfortable and she HATES him. But we won't go into ALL of that.
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Spades
As the deafening sounds of the chopper and the gush of dry wind and dust came to a halt, Vikhor looked up to the warm orange skies one last time before turning away towards the man he despised the most. But he wasn't going to let that ruin his admiration towards the brief moment of tranquillity he got. Probably the last angelic hush he would ever get. It was nice, almost like a fully finished circle. The first time he ever got to enjoy such a serene evening was when he was a newly married man. Well, a few seconds, freshly married man. The skies were orange too then, but with more joy and laughter and kisses. (Y/N). A small ghostly smile appeared on Vikhor's lips briefly, vanishing just as fast as he finally turned towards his arch-nemesis: Russell Adler. Capitalist dog. A monster. Killer. Spawn of the devil destined to burn and rot in hell.
And the killer of Vikhor's wife.
And as a cherry-on-top of his grim horrendous situation, Adler never even knew that he was the one who killed (Y/N). In fact, he was never even aware of her existence. She was just another chess-pawn that he destroyed ruthlessly.
When Vikhor was taken in by the CIA for interrogation, he bit his tongue harshly. He resisted that strong urge to spit in Adler's face, telling him about the death of his wife, telling him that his hands were dripping with the blood of his lover. But Adler was a man devoid of emotions when it came to his enemies. Especially the Soviets. He didn't care for whoever he killed- be it man, woman or child. They were all the same to him: A threat to their way of life. A typical progeny of the McCarthy Era. Vikhor knew very well that the death of his woman would hardly shake a man like Adler. In fact, he would be satisfied, and that is something Vikhor vehemently refused to give him. And so, he swallowed it down.
As Adler kept throwing curses and harmless threats at Vikhor, he could hardly process whatever Adler was shooting at him. His mind was still stuck with the soft evening glow of the skies and his lover's giggles that sounded like the gentle chiming of the wind-bells during the first spring: Warm and cheery. It was a perfect day. It was one of the many memories that kept him alive during his vile and gruesome time in the Gulag. As he lay on the cold, wet, dirty floors infested with bugs and mice, he imagined (Y/N)'s loving hugs and kisses engulfing him as he buried his face deep in her soft breasts, his hair and face caressed by her dainty hands and her sweet voice telling him, "Shhh...I am here." On days he would be battered and beaten by the other inmates in the Gulag, he terribly missed her delicate hands tending to his wounds and his festering infectious injuries. But it was all a distant, broken memory. He had no one as he lay on the floor curled, vulnerable and cold. Betrayed and shattered. Humiliated. All day, he would pray to the heavens begging them to end his suffering. To let him see his girl again, somewhere in the afterlife. Sitting by a riverbank, her legs in the water, splashing it with her feet as she played with the little fishes. She would be in her little white dress, her hair let loose and the wisps of stray hair flying with the sudden gush of cold wind. But fate had abandoned him. Or perhaps, it had different plans.
After joining Perseus, Vikhor's first impulsive decision was to kill Adler, not show him the mercy he showed him. But then killing him would mean letting Adler have an easy way out. No. He had to suffer in agony, and he had to hate every moment of his life, and he had to regret every choice he ever made.
Adler was a man run by a deep passionate hatred towards one person- The leader of Perseus, who he believed was...Perseus. Typical American logic. After his leader's died in '83, Vikhor took the perfect opportunity to start his new game- one where he would run the show and leave Adler be the man who lost everything. It was like a game of dominos- one event to another, Adler lost everything one by one. First his sanity, next his honour and finally, his ultimate life goal: Perseus. It was a success.
Vikhor looked at Adler, and he was still barking like a dumb dog, not knowing what he had just lost.
"Where is Perseus?!"
They never learn.
"Here. Cancer took him in '83" Vikhor pointed to a tombstone. Adler's face darkened. A wave of shame and despair washed over him as he felt his throat tightening. Adler lost his mission. He lost the sails that helped him navigate through the uncharted, unforgiving waters of his Project Perseus. Vikhor smirked. Victory. His wish had been fulfilled. And now, there was just one last wish he wanted and one he knew he was close to getting: Death.
Death's sweet embrace. But for Vikhor, it was going to be (Y/N)'s sweet embrace.
Vikhor turned to the evening skies one more time. He wanted it to be ingrained deeply in his soul- the chill, the vanilla orange swirls of the sky, the trees and his vivid imagination of (Y/N) hopping somewhere amid the woods, smiling brightly at him. He shut his eyes gently, ready to be reunited with her.
The shots were fired.
His eyes never opened again. To others, it would have been a brutal murder, a war crime. But to Vikhor, it was a peaceful death. Peace. One thing he never had. Maybe the closest thing he achieved to being peaceful was with (Y/N). But it was short-lived. However, that day, he earned his eternal peace. A small pleasant smile curled on his lips as he gave his last breath, his body going numb and cold with the last brassy rays of the evening sunshine.
I am coming home, my love.
A/N: So this was a story written on a whim. In the Call of Duty wiki, it was mentioned that the King of Spades signified "a widower, a man in anger or difficulty, and one given to inebriety". And in one of the Cold War trailers, Vikhor's picture was next to the spades, hence where I got my title and my story plot.
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How to Win at Christmas in 7 Easy Steps | KSJ
~summary:
How to win at Christmas... and maybe meet someone along the way. The story of how Jin ended up crawling through your hedge dressed as santa on Christmas eve. And how you were totally not heading to his house for the very same reason.
Jin x reader
~word count: 2.6k
~neighbour au, idiots to lovers, humour, crack, getting together
Rating: pg
Warnings: general chaos and gardening shears
~a/n: thank you to an anon for this idea for the ‘kim seokjin’ bingo square! (my requests are no longer open) I had a lot of fun with this one!
Step 1: pick your battles
Jin stared out of the window.
How dare she?
His neighbour across the street was currently on a ladder, fastening the end of a large string of lights to her house.
Previously, he had thought she was quite cute whenever he passed her in the roads.
But he would have to push that aside, given she was to be his nemesis now.
This was war.
The declaration was loud and clear, staring him in the face outside his window. If he wasn’t so intent on despising it, he might have admitted that the lights looked very good. There were fairy lights around the windows of the house, and hanging from the roof like glittery icicles.
Even the wreath on the red front door had little lights glimmering from within the foliage.
The final straw was really the series of colourful stars forming a stripe across the middle of the house. Other than those, he would say his decorations were roughly the same as these new arrivals.
Which was why it was very clearly a direct attack.
Step 2: make the first move
Looking between the Christmas lights on the shelf in front of him, Jin wondered if he was reading too far into it.
He was sure the stars on the left were the exact ones you had on the front of your house. Would that be too obvious? Settling for the ones on the right, although they were slightly smaller, he walked further into the store, looking for something that would really make his house stand out.
Half an hour later, a large wire Christmas tree could be seen walking across his front lawn, emitting several curses as it went.
Eventually, Jin managed to place it in such a way that it nestled among the plants in his garden without squashing any, and he hurried to switch it on.
Standing back, he admired his work with hands on hips. Perhaps he wasn’t very subtle, looking between your house and his, but he liked what he saw. That would show you. Stars bedecked his front porch in a very pleasing way, and now he had a Christmas tree lighting up his lawn.
What could be better?
A nagging hum nudged at Jin until his eyes cracked open, cursing as he found his room still dark. Legs still tangled in his sheets, he flipped himself over in order to peek out of his window.
The early morning light made him squint, but the moment his eyes were adjusted, he swore out loud.
As it turns out, the source of the humming sound was an inflation device, pumping air into a massive snowman on your lawn. It did look slightly like a melting marshmallow, but as it grew it grinned maliciously up at him, stick arms wobbling tauntingly.
He just gaped, dumbfounded, wishing he had thought of that.
Looking in panic down at his own decorations, he was alarmed to note that his Christmas tree would only look nice at night. Now that daylight slowly seeped into the sky, it looked more and more dull.
“Oh shut up,” he scowled down at the snowman’s growing grin.
A smart move on your part, he thought bitterly. Show off.
Step 3: make another move when your first one fails
Jin would settle for nothing less than a real showstopper.
He had gone to another shop this time, a little further out of town, but, most importantly, bigger. And therefore it would contain Christmassy treasures you could only dream of, little miss look-at-me-I-have-a-snowman.
He bypassed garlands, trees and wreaths, ignored the ‘Santa, stop here!’ signs and those weird window stickers he would never understand. Maybe he had been too optimistic about finding his Christmas holy grail in this place.
But then he turned the corner.
He had just entered a treasure trove. He had the surreal sensation that he was being bathed in a golden glow from the splendour before him.
Now this was more like it!
Everything in this section was large enough to fill his car, a life-size moving Santa beckoning at him from one side while a fake reindeer scuffed its hoof on the ground, mechanical whinny uttering from its mouth.
Walking further in, he identified the golden glow as coming from a large nativity scene. Rather disappointing, if you asked him.
But it couldn’t be helped, so he quickly came to terms with this and found himself not long afterwards debating between a full size sleigh and an igloo.
Chewing his lip, he rotated, assessing both of the items, which were on opposing shelves. The igloo would look very wintery alongside the white lights on his house and the tree in the garden… but maybe not quite Christmassy enough. A sleigh, on the other hand, was unmistakeably festive-
-and being stolen right in front of his nose.
He was rather taken aback to find a woman already halfway up the aisle with the box under her arm when he turned around. A strangled yelp escaped him as he realised it was the last in stock, and he had just been robbed.
Hearing him, the woman turned around.
It was you.
“Oh, hi Jin!” you exclaimed, grin taking over your face. Meanwhile, he just sputtered, mouth hanging open in outrage.
“Um, your lights look really good!” you spoke again, quirking an eyebrow at his silence.
The cheek of it!! He could not believe you had the audacity to speak about decorations in front of him like this.
“Thank you,” he spoke curtly, “yes, they do.”
“Okay,” you laughed lightly, “I better be going. See you around.”
Grumbling to himself, he spun back around forcefully, coming face to face with the igloo he would have to settle for.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” he hissed at said igloo, “you are gonna be the most glorious, majestic igloo this side of Seoul, or else! We’ll see who’s laughing in the end.”
In the end, admittedly, it was actually the shop assistants laughing at the man who seemed to have punched above his weight in Christmas props.
Staggering out of the door, he finally dumped his haul into the back of his car and took a breather leaning against the door. His house had better look spectacular after this.
Step 4: implement step 3
Jin would like to describe himself as modest. Among many other great things.
But even a modest man such as himself had to admit, his decorations looked pretty darn good.
Since fate had so cruelly stripped him of Santa’s sleigh, he had gone all out with the igloo. It stood proud and strong in the middle of his front lawn with presents stacked up at the entrance and a couple of little polar bear cubs just outside.
They even had little hats on.
He was sure the fearsome army he had created would scare you into submission. After all, no more items had appeared over at your place yet.
You probably bought that sleigh just to spite him. Classic sabotage tactic.
Shaking his head, he turned to go inside for a well-deserved cup of hot chocolate.
Step 5: contemplate defeat
When Jin opened his curtains the next morning, he almost fell over in shock.
At first, he thought it had snowed.
But he was mistaken, unless a snow cloud had in fact visited and snowed very specifically on your house.
When the hell had you found the time to do that? Or the ladder to do that? Your roof, as well as the tops of your windows and porch, were dusted in white. And the more he looked, the more he saw. You had even sprinkled some on your wreath!
Worst of all, that damned sleigh sat smugly in front of it, the cherry on the cake.
Begrudgingly, he was impressed. He should take a leaf out of your book when it came to intimidation tactics. Because they had certainly succeeded on him.
How on earth had you accomplished all that?
He sat down heavily in his kitchen, deliberately leaving the curtains closed for now. He leaned heavily on his elbow as he stirred a mug of tea, thoroughly fed up.
What was this feeling?
He had never met his match before. The smug satisfaction of victory had been rudely swiped from his fingertips by you.
But while he stewed in his disappointment all day, it seemed you had been busy. A knock on the door later heralded your arrival with a steaming plate of mince pies.
Oh, so you had to be better at baking too, huh?
“Oh. Hello,” he greeted as he stood in the doorway. His hand still gripped the door in his surprise.
“Hi,” you smiled, “would you like any of these? Maybe you already have some since you’re the only other one on this street with any Christmas spirit, but I thought I’d stop by and offer-“
“Yes. I would like to try some,” Jin cut you off, jutting out his chin. Then, realising himself, his eyebrows drew together and he uttered a sheepish, “thank you.”
Even your laughter sounded like Christmas, tinkling like bells as you followed behind him.
Once he had brewed tea for both of you, he completely forgot his intention to spit your baking back out in a dramatic display of disgust. His disappointment in himself only grew when he found himself reaching out for his third one, only then remembering that he was supposed to be opposed to your insufferable ability to do Christmas better than him.
It was only when it started to grow dark that the two of you realised the time you had wasted just talking. And only a small part of Jin offered to pop over with Christmas baking of his own purely to prove he could do it better than you.
A weighted breath left him as he shut the door behind him.
This would not do. He had to stay true to his ulterior motive, for goodness’ sake!
Across the road, your lights flicked on and he made another unfortunate discovery. Those weird window stickers might have been a good investment after all.
Silhouetted by the warm light of your house, a row of houses stood along the windowsill, dark blobs of snowflakes floated on the glass above them.
Tomorrow, he would completely coat his house in lights and wipe that smug, arrogant, gorgeous smile off your face.
Step 6: make a last ditch effort
By the time Christmas was only a few days away, your little competition had become quite obvious.
Your road lay in darkness, a few lone strings of lights flickering on the odd house… and then the vision was assaulted by two houses opposite each other: yours and Jin’s.
However, Jin only looked out with satisfaction. The plants around his lawn were lined with glittering lights, and more still were piled on the igloo that had become his centrepiece. Even the polar bear cubs had been ensnared in the cheery twine.
As he watched from his window, a family walked along, two kids clutching their mum’s hand. The abundance of light helped greatly by illuminating their smiles as they gazed at the lights on display. But to Jin’s dismay, they turned to your house first, pointing at all the things decorating it and jumping up and down in excitement.
Just a passing glance was thrown at his, before they were on their way.
His hands curled into fists. This simply wasn’t good enough – he had to win at Christmas. He always did! Who were you to threaten the reigning Christmas champion, Kim Seokjin?
There was a chance this was a questionable idea.
Just a small chance.
A little, teeny-weeny, itty-bitty chance.
However, this thought only crossed Jin’s mind as the twigs in the hedge he was currently crawling through nearly ripped his santa hat off his head.
Clutching it tightly to the top of his head, he shuffled a bit further.
It was a strange sight, from your end. As you stepped quietly across your back garden, a movement caught your eye. Freezing where you stood, you had to bite back laughter as Santa himself clambered inelegantly to his feet at the other side of your garden, emerging from below the hedge that divided your house from next door.
Just as he bent down to brush dirt from his red fuzzy trousers, you spotted what he was holding.
You were certain you hadn’t asked for a pair of gardening shears for Christmas.
Then Santa’s head raised, and your suspicions were confirmed. Eyes meeting yours, you could see the thought of I fucked up flit across Jin’s face. Very quickly.
“Um, err- merry Christmas!” he cried in a gruff voice, throwing his arms out.
And then very hurriedly tucking them behind his back as he remembered what he was holding.
“It’s not Christmas yet,” you pointed out.
“Well, um,” he glanced at his watch. It was still Christmas eve for a few hours yet, “I wanted to get to you early! You’re right at the top of the nice list… Hold on! What’s that!”
Following his gaze, you quickly chucked your own pair of shears behind a tree.
“What are you talking about?” you smiled sweetly.
“Were you going to sabotage my Christmas lights?” he cried, cocking his hips to the side and placing a hand on them, still clutching his shears.
An eyebrow raised indignantly. You just laughed.
“Clearly you thought of that first.”
“Yes, that’s right, I did!” he exclaimed, pointing the shears towards you and tilting his head as he berated you, “so don’t you go stealing my idea- why are you laughing?!“
Trying desperately to calm down, you put a hand over your mouth to little effect.
“Why don’t we just go inside?” you giggled.
“I’m sorry?”
“Come inside,” you repeated, “it’s Christmas eve, and I could do with someone as festive as you.”
“Is all this not festive enough for you, Miss Christmas?” he challenged, gesturing towards the glow emanating from the front of your house.
“Miss Christmas? You’re literally dressed as Father Christmas,” you appraised.
“Good point,” he shrugged.
Smirking, you opened the door and waited for him to follow you inside.
“So you… you knew I was trying to one-up you?” he asked as you got two mugs out.
“Mmhmm,” you hummed.
“I’ve never known anyone who can decorate like you,” he sighed, “what’s your secret?”
“Like I would tell you that,” you chuckled.
“So cruel,” he lamented, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye, “what can I ever do to make you tell me?”
“Go out with me,” you laughed.
Nearly choking on air, Jin stared at your back as you continued making drinks as if you had said nothing.
“What?” he gaped.
“I said, go out with me,” you explained, finally turning around, “on a date. I like you.”
Blinking rapidly, he swallowed against the fluttering in his chest.
“Can’t say no to that,” he stuttered, “can’t have you teaming up with anyone else, now, can I?”
“I’m not normally so competitive,” you laughed, the bells tinkling once again.
“So why-“ Jin frowned, but he cut himself off, eyes widening, “wait- was this- have you been… flirting with me?”
“No,” you replied, “I’ve been winning.”
“Yah! I definitely won! What are you talking about?!”
Step 7: maybe accept love as a consolation prize
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Off the Deep End
↝ In a world of supernatural and all powerful quirks, Bakugou is baffled when he has to help a mermaid save her kingdom against his arch nemesis.
PROMPT: “You’re a what now?!”
⋆ PAIRING: prohero!bakugou x mermaid!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing
⋆ WORD COUNT: 6011
A/N: Here’s my submission for the @bnhabookclub mermay event! I may or may not have made Monoma the villain because it was funny to me I swear that I don’t hate him lmao. Also I’m sorry if this is probably the worst thing you’ve ever read lol
Tagging: @sipsteainanxiety shay thank you for your sweet words during our sprints. I hope you enjoy this :)
✐posted 5.31.2020✐
“I can’t believe I’m listening to your bullshit right now,” Bakugou grumbled into his phone over the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, looking around the dock.
“Dude, Sero and I are telling you that there’s something really weird happening around there!” Kaminari urged on the other line, the panic evident in his voice. “I read that so many people patrolled in that area and they said that something fishy’s going on. Just check it out for me?”
Bakugou laughed. “Are you too fucking scared to check it out yourself?”
“No!” Kaminari blurted in annoyance. “It’s just… electricity and water aren’t a good combination.”
“Sounds like a fucking excuse to me but whatever. I’ll see what you’re whining about.” Bakugou hung up shortly after, shoving the device into his back pocket as he walked along the wooden panels. He scanned the area, not seeing anything out of the ordinary or anything to be frightful for. That idiot’s complaining for nothin’...
The only peculiar thing about this sector was that usually docks and ports would have various boats attached to it but this had nothing, just a wooden walkway staring right into the mouth of the ocean. Bakugou shrugged, assuming that his friends were blindly believing blatantly idiotic rumors. He wouldn’t be surprised if this was a prank they were trying to pull either as the pair would often mess around with him and attempt to send him off on wild goose chases.
With that thought in mind, Bakugou walked off into the opposite direction, making his way towards his car so he could get back to his agency until the sound of laughter stopped him in his tracks, one that sounded like bells ringing and echoing in the air. He spun around, eyes averting in all directions to try and locate the source of the melodic laughter. The area was abandoned and the sun beaming in the sky would reveal anyone roaming around easily. That was why Bakugou was even more baffled when the sound repeated, loud enough to be heard over the collision of the splashing waves.
Not thinking twice, Bakugou approached the source of the sound, believing that this was what Kaminari and Sero were so afraid of. He got to the end of the dock, his feet on the edge as he attempted to search for the mysterious voice once more.
“What the fuck am I even doing here?” Bakugou grumbled to himself, deciding to head back after failing to find the voice and once again annoyed with himself for even coming here in the first place.
“Whoa, I didn’t think people actually came on this side of the portside anymore,” a voice quipped just as Bakugou was walking away.
He turned around, taking a few steps back as he gasped to see a person in the water, smiling up at him. “The fuck you think you’re doing?! It’s too dangerous to be in the water!”
You were taken aback by his sudden concern, your lips curling upwards in amusement. “Now this is odd. It’s not everyday a human is worried about me.”
“What are you--” Bakugou stopped as he saw you dove underwater, causing Bakugou to toss his shoes and phone to the side. Even if he was off duty for his job, he was still a hero and he wouldn’t let anyone drown themselves, no matter how stupid they were for doing so.
Just as he was about to begrudgingly jump into the water, your head popped back up, even more amused than you were before. A human was willing to risk his life to save you. Bakugou sighed, irritated that he was even entertaining you or that you were pleased by this in the first place. “You think this is funny? Just get out of the fucking water, you’re wasting my time.”
You laughed, the sound ringing in Bakugou’s ears. “I’m sorry, maybe this will make more sense if I do this.”
Before Bakugou could question what you were doing this time, you swam over to the edge of the dock, hoisting yourself up over one of the many ginormous boulders lodged into the side. Bakugou nearly choked at the sight before him, feeling like his eyes were deceiving him.
But it was not a deception. There you were, sitting atop the boulder, with two shells covering your chest and the rest of your upper body adorned with miniature seashells. Your lower half was inhuman as a large tail, iridescent hues of blue and purple sheen covering it.
“As you can see I’m not human, so you don’t have to worry about me,” you said, grinning from ear-to-ear, completely beguiled by his flabbergasted expression. It was always funny whenever humans reacted this way to seeing you, although it had been years since you’d last seen a human. “I’m a mermaid.”
“Y-You’re a what now?!” Bakugou asked, absolutely bewildered. When Kaminari had informed him about odd occurrences happening in this dock in the past, Bakugou suspected anything but a mermaid to appear.
You maneuvered down the boulder using your arms, settling back in the water and swimming closer to the dock to get a better look at Bakugou. He took a step back, flustered by how intense your staring was. “W-What? Why’re you giving me that weird ass look?”
You chuckled, resting your head in your hands. “The last times humans showed up in this part, they came because they wanted to see the ‘legend’ of the mermaids that live here. And everytime I had to deal with those humans, I had to scare them off so that my people could live in peace. This is the first time someone has come here without any ill intentions.”
Bakugou took a small step forward, looking down to verify once more that your tail was real and not a figment of his imagination. You giggled, lifting your tail up slightly above the water. “It’s real. You weren’t imagining anything.”
Bakugou felt disconcerted by this whole situation, unable to comprehend what to do or how to go about this. He knew he had to return to work soon but he didn’t know how to just walk away from this knowing that you were a full fledged mermaid. You rose a brow at him. “You’re not going to go to your friends and have them come down here, are you? Because I’m really not looking to have a fight with anyone.”
Bakugou shook his head slowly. “It’s none of their business to come down here. I just came ‘cause my friend’s a fucking pussy and was nagging me to check out this area.”
You smiled, grateful and also a little surprised that a human had no desire to exploit you and your species’ existence. “I appreciate it. You know… you’re not that bad. I’ve always despised you humans for everything that you’ve done, but I think you’re pretty okay.”
Bakugou scoffed, looking off to the side. “Whatever.”
You laughed at his reaction, looking up at him and taking in his features. He looked nothing like any human you’d ever seen. His hair was spiky, not budging against the rhythm of the wind beating against it. His eyes were the brightest, most intense shade of scarlet red, making you feel intimidated just by one look. And yet he was handsome, too.
“You’re really pretty, you know that?” You said bluntly.
Bakugou’s eyes widened, his cheeks inflamed. “Shut up! Just mind your business and do whatever fish shit you do. I’m leaving.”
You watched as he stomped off, ten times more amused than you were before. He was interesting to say the least, and you were hoping that he would keep his word and not bring any unwanted attention to your existence. But somehow, you felt like you could trust this beautiful stranger.
***
Since that day, Bakugou felt himself physically and mentally drawn to the dock. He started out by stopping by occasionally, curious to see you once more. Your mere existence intrigued him, although he would never admit it. Slowly with time, his visits became more frequent and you began catching him in his act. So you joined him, talking to the only human you’d ever met that was curious about you solely because he wanted to get to know you.
And you wanted to know more about him, often finding yourself waiting by the boulders for his visits. And the more you two met, the more you learned about one another. It was your first time meeting a pro hero, understanding why Bakugou felt obligated to help you when first meeting you.
And Bakugou learned about you and your kingdom. You were a princess of an underwater kingdom called Coara, guarding your kingdom from prying and nosy humans, many of whom were scientists who would go as far as wanting to dissect you and your people if they had gotten their grubby hands on you. Bakugou frowned whenever he heard the anger in your voice when voicing your opinion on how aggravated and fed up you had been with such pestering people.
You were interesting to say the least. Most people’s first impressions of Bakugou were mostly negative, people often complaining about his abrasiveness or that he was too rude for their liking. But not to you. Even the way he spoke to you was intriguing for you, you finding yourself into him even more than you already were.
But the more you thought about him and were around him, the more you felt unsettled by your new friendship. All your life you had worked to gain this peace that had finally remained. You warned yourself that humans were bad news, vowing to reprimand anyone who so much as approached this area. And yet you wanted to be around Bakugou more and more, feeling disappointed if he didn’t show up on certain days due to his demanding occupation.
And just like any other day, you waited by the boulders, growing impatient as the sun had begun to set, casting an orange hue over the sea. “He’s late…” you muttered to yourself, returning back underwater for the remainder of the night.
Although Bakugou had informed you previously that his job had irregular working times, meaning it was never certain that he was free on certain days, you felt annoyed with him. In fact, for the past few days he hadn’t shown up at your usual spot. Since he never had any way of contacting you, as you were a mermaid and had no reason to be acquainted with human-made technological devices like cell phones, Bakugou was never able to tell you when he wouldn’t be able to see you. If he were being completely honest, he still couldn’t believe that he was regularly meeting with a mermaid in the first place.
So for his lack of visits, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea, Y/N,” one of your closest friends urged, looking around the dock as it had been quite some time since she had even bothered to go above the surface from the safety of her underwater home.
You waved her off. “It’s fine, Alicia. As long as no one else finds out about this, which is why I trust that you won’t say a word about this to the others.”
Alicia scoffed. “Of course not, Your Highness.”
You gave her a look as she laughed at you teasingly. “You know you’re the only one allowed to not call me that because it weirds me out when you say it.”
She grinned, throwing her arm over your shoulder. “That’s because we’ve been stuck to the hip since day one! I’d do anything for you.”
You smiled softly, looking around the area once more to confirm that no one was watching or listening in. Then you reached over to the dock, pulling yourself up with the help of Alicia pushing the rear of your tail. Twisting your body around you sat back, flexing your tail above water.
“No turning back now!” You exclaimed, placing your hands on your tail and activating your quirk. As you were a mermaid, you still were born with quirks like humans. Similar to how some animals have intellectual type quirk that allow them to communicate with humans, you still had a quirk. Your quirk was Legs, giving you the ability to provide yourself and others with human legs at your command. You could also take them away at will and this quirk only benefited those who didn’t already have legs. It was an odd quirk but it was yours. It was often used in the past, back when the people of Coara were interested in human life, and you and your mother had the same quirk. It was tradition that the first daughter of the royal family inherited this quirk as a means to make amends with the humans. But since you had taken the throne, the selfish science oriented humans had no intention of keeping an alliance as they only wanted to probe and dissect you and your people for their own benefits. It had been years since the last scientist had caused trouble, leaving you and your kingdom with a short period of peace.
And you had every intention of keeping the peace.
Using your quirk, your fingertips created an amber glow, adorning your lustrous tail into two legs. You groaned, stretching your new limbs out in the air. “It’s been a while since I’ve had these. I need to stretch them out.”
Alicia chuckled, retrieving the mound of seaweed she had collected per your request. Her quirk gave her the ability to make cloth and clothing out of any form of vegetation and plants. She needed to utilize her quirk as you couldn’t just waltz around the city with only a shell bra covering your chest and nothing covering your lower body.
“It’s pretty hot out now so I made something more freeing for you to wear,” Alicia said, handing your clothes. You quickly changed into them, slipping on your underwear, top, and shorts. She even made a pair of simple sandals out of coral and branches. In no time, you were ready to head out into the city.
“You really like him, huh?” Alicia asked, staring up at you as you rose to your feet.
You rolled your eyes at her. “We’re friends. He’s the first person I’ve met since I was a child, roaming around the human world by my mother’s side, that has shown genuine compassion and interest in our people.”
Alicia sighed. She knew that this was more than a newfound friendship, however, you were too blinded to understand how you truly felt about Bakugou yourself. Even he didn’t know how he felt about you. “Just be careful. Please.”
You smiled, crouching down in front of her. “It’ll be alright. Trust me. I just want to see him for just a second and I’ll return as soon as possible!”
“Alright. Tell your boyfriend I said ‘hi’!” Alicia called out teasingly, earning a glare from you as you strode off towards the city.
***
It took about twenty minutes for you to find your way into the city as it had been quite some time since your last visit. Nevertheless you made your way through, stopping and asking bystanders for directions to Bakugou’s agency.
On the other hand, Bakugou obviously didn’t suspect a thing. He was patrolling around the sector as he usually did, keeping an eye out for peculiar events. Kirishima joined him that day, walking beside him as the two men strode through the city.
“It’s not everyday that we’re asked to patrol together,” Kirishima commented, waving to a fan who was quite excited for his favorite hero to be out and about in public.
“Makes my life easier so I can leave early,” Bakugou responded as the two turned the corner.
Kirishima glanced over at him. “Why, you got someone you’ve been dying to see?”
Bakugou was startled, regaining his composure to not give any hints. How did he know? “The fuck are you talking about? I’m not seeing anyone.”
“Come on, ever since Kaminari and Sero made you go to that weird place you always seem too busy to hang out with us.” Kirishima looked over at Bakugou as he seemed irritated. He didn’t want anyone to find out about your existence, understanding that you and your people’s lives would be put in danger. And he didn’t know what he would do with himself if he were responsible for anything that could happen to you.
Before Kirishima could prod any further into the matter, the two heroes stopped in their tracks, Bakugou personally getting ever more agitated than he already was at the sight of Monoma standing in their path.
“Monoma, I didn’t know you were in town,” Kirishima said.
Monoma smirked. “I’ve been around. More importantly, looks like Mr. Number One here is going to fall down in the rankings soon enough.”
Bakugou didn’t bother responding, ignoring him and walking right past him, causing Monoma to be taken aback. He turned around, staring Bakugou down. “You’re not even concerned with what I just said?”
Bakugou turned his head around, glaring at Monoma. “I don’t give a single flying fuck about whatever it is you’re running your trap for. I’ve got better things to do than hear you spew out some weird ass bullshit.”
Kirishima stifled his laughter, catching up to Bakugou with a few strides. Monoma’s agency had tried for years now to help Monoma reach his way up to the rankings, only able to reach the number two spot and falling short from Bakugou himself. Bakugou was simply the indisputable best, no matter how hard Monoma tried to dethrone him from the rankings.
And this absolutely infuriated him.
Monoma huffed, annoyed with the blonde who had gotten on his nerves since their days back in U.A. “I guess the rumors are true. You’ve changed these last few months. I wonder why that is…”
Bakugou stopped walking, now a few feet away from Monoma. He didn’t like the way he spoke, his words indicating that he was keeping something from him. For the final time he turned his head, staring daggers in Monoma's direction. “Keep worrying about falling from the rankings instead of being up my ass all the fucking time, dipshit.”
Bakugou kept moving, Kirishima keeping up with his pace as the pair made their way back to Bakugou’s agency. Kirishima chuckled. “Man, I’ve never really liked Monoma but he’s been pretty obsessed with you ever since you were named number one. It’s a little weird if you ask me.”
“I can barely remember that fucker’s name. I really don’t give a shit about what he does, so long as he’s not bothering me,” Bakugou mumbled as the two of them waited by the stoplight at the intersection in front of the agency. The light finally changed to green and Bakugou and Kirishima crossed the street, opening the giant glass doors to the building. Kirishima went over to the receptionists, filing any reports they had to complete.
“Ground Zero, there’s someone here who wanted to see you,” one of the receptionists said. “She’s waiting in the office.”
“Alright,” Bakugou said, mentally agitated as he didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. Nevertheless, he made his way down the hall and into his office, prepared to meet an annoying official working for the government or a crazed reporter that somehow was able to break into his agency. But he was pleasantly surprised to see a woman’s back facing him as he entered his office.
“What is this about?” Bakugou asked the woman curtly.
You turned around, causing Bakugou to nearly stop breathing. He didn’t know how, but you looked even more stunning standing in front of him than you did in your mermaid form. Your hair was slightly damp, the locks curling upwards. But your skin was practically gleaming against the light in the room, your smile sealing the deal that could cause Bakugou’s heart to palpitate irregularly in no time.
Just as he thought you couldn’t amaze him more, you did tenfold. “H-How the…”
You laughed, amused like you always were with the way he tended to be speechless by your mere presence. “Surprised to see me? I thought I’d pay a visit.”
Bakugou was absolutely bewildered, eyes widened and mouth agape with incredulity. “But you’re a fucking mermaid? Where’s your tail? How are you standing? What--”
“I have a quirk that lets me turn my tail into legs,” you stated blankly. “It’s nothing too special, my family has had a long line of inheritance with this quirk and I decided to use it since it’s been a while.”
“And why did you come? I was gonna stop by today,” Bakugou asked, waiting and wanting to hear you say what he wanted to hear.
You paused momentarily, your (E/C) eyes boring into his vermillion ones. You visually travelled down his figure, taking in his hero costume that you hadn’t seen previously. His biceps bulged out, his stature taller than what you had expected. He was even more handsome standing before than he was sitting beside you.
Bakugou felt himself blush under your obvious staring as you didn’t want to mask what you were doing or how you were feeling. You looked back into his eyes. “I missed you, Bakugou. I can’t explain why, but I missed you. And I couldn’t stand waiting idly by for you to come to me. So here I am.”
Before Bakugou could be even more flustered than he already was, the door to his office opened wide, a certain dark-haired man swinging his arm around Bakugou. “It’s been a while, man! Where have you been?” Sero exclaimed excitedly. Kirishima stood behind him at the door and the two men finally acknowledged you, shocked to see such a stunning woman in Bakugou’s office. Sero had stopped by as Kirishima had texted him, letting him know that he and Bakugou were back in the agency. But they were both pleasantly surprised by your presence.
Sero looked over at Bakugou, recognizing the light pink tinted on his cheeks as he smirked, putting two and two together. “Man, so this is what you’ve been doing recently!”
Bakugou glared at him, shaking Sero off him. As he knew two of his closest friends well enough to understand that they would pester you and bombard you with thousands of questions, he took matters into his own hands by grabbing your forearm and leading you out of the office.
Ignoring Kirishima and Sero’s shouts behind him as well as the stares he received from his receptionists, Bakugou led you out of the building and back to the streets. You looked down at where Bakugou was holding you, his hand still warm under his gloves. It was the first time a human had touched you.
Once he could confirm that his friends weren’t behind him following him, Bakugou let go of you, keeping his distance but still walking beside you. He looked off to the side, not wanting you to see his inflamed face. “I’ll walk you back to the dock. It’s not safe for you here.”
You smiled at him. “I appreciate your concern but you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve been amongst humans like this before.”
“Just… let me do this for you, alright?” Bakugou urged gently.
Regardless you nodded, smiling to yourself. Humans were more interesting than they had seemed before, or at least Bakugou was in a league of his own. You wanted to know everything about him, you wanted to constantly be around him, and he was all that was on your mind lately. You were slowly understanding that what you were feeling for him was crossing the line from friendship to something more and it frightened you. All your life you had known humans to be vile, selfish creatures who would do anything for their own gain. But here you were walking beside the most considerate man you’d ever met, exceeding the mermen of your kingdom in both looks and personality.
But as much as you liked him, you didn’t want to pry any further. He was still a human and you were a ruler of a kingdom. You had decided to end things here, savoring and basking in the moment as much as you could until you had to finally cut all ties with Bakugou. And you knew when that moment would arrive, you wouldn’t be able to recover for a while. You had spent almost every evening with him on that dock, your special place with him, talking for hours upon hours. You liked how flustered he would get whenever you complimented his looks or how proud he seemed when he spoke about his occupation and passion. You could hear him talk, even if he was just cursing someone out, all day long. But soon enough, you would never hear from him again.
You shook your head, wanting to rid your mind of such saddening thoughts, deciding to change the subject instead. “Is it okay to leave your friends like that?”
“They’ll live. Your secret is more important right now,” Bakugou said, not realizing how touched you had been by his words. He truly had every intention of keeping your identity a secret and the more you were around him, the more you were falling for him. This was slowly becoming a dangerous situation, but you didn’t care, not in the moment at least.
You looked down at your feet as the two of you made your way back to the dock, the amount of people around you decreasing as you got closer. And the closer you got, the more despondent you became as you realized this was the last moment you would have with him.
“What’s wrong?” Bakugou asked, snapping you away from your thoughts.
You looked up at him abruptly, his scarlet eyes penetrating right through your soul and being. You smiled reassuringly. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Bakugou looked over at you, deciding to drop the subject once the two of you finally reached the dock.
As you grew closer, a blonde man who you didn’t recognize stood on the dock, looking around the area. He was particularly looking down into the water, directly above your kingdom. You felt your heart stop as you began to become frantic that your home was found.
Bakugou extended his arm in front of you, ceasing your footsteps as you moved to confront the man. “Don’t go. You’ll get in danger. I’ll deal with him.” You looked at Bakugou, who had an expression you had never seen. He was calm and yet his nostrils were flared. You knew he was livid.
Bakugou trudged towards the man, infuriated to see Monoma poking his nose where he didn’t belong. “The fuck do you think you’re doing here?”
Monoma smirked, looking beyond Bakugou’s shoulder to see you, staring you up and down and intently at your legs. You felt disgusted by his gaze, wanting to jump back into the water as soon as possible.
Monoma flicked his gaze back to Bakugou. “The rumors are that you’ve got a girlfriend which is why you’ve been slacking off recently. So I followed you over here a few days ago to see that you’ve got a mermaid by your side now. Even more interesting…” His voice trailed off and he smirked at you as you grimaced under his stare. “She looks exactly like a human.”
He let out a bellowing laugh, exasperating Bakugou even more than he already did with his presence alone. “It’d be a shame if more people found out about this…”
Bakugou didn’t hesitate or think twice to grab Monoma by the collar, his fingers curling against the fabric as uncontrollable sparks emerged from both hands. “If you even think about opening your trap up about this I’ll rip you apart limb from fucking limb.”
Although Monoma wouldn’t admit it, he was slightly intimidated by Bakugou’s threat, but even more so he found this whole situation to have been a stroke of luck. He knew exactly what he had to do. Monoma brought his hand up, grabbing Bakugou’s forearm that was clutching his collar. “Tell you what, I’ll let this whole thing go. If I’m being honest,” his eyes whipped over to you, causing a shiver to go down your spine, “I really don’t give a damn about you and your fish people. That’s the last thing I care about. I’ll let this all go… on one condition.”
“Spit it out, you bitch, you’re testing my patience,” Bakugou snarled through gritted teeth.
Monoma chuckled humorlessly, smirking at you once more. You felt disgusted and defeated all at once. You had promised your people that this was a time for peace, that you wouldn’t let the humans that you hated so much ruin anything for you and your kingdom. And here was a human threatening the life of Coara like the lives of the mermaids and mermen meant nothing and were replaceable.
You wanted to despise humans as much as you had before, but you couldn’t. Not when Bakugou was a human as well.
“I’ll let this go… if you give up your ranking.” Monoma laughed once more, feeling Bakugou’s grip loosen from the shock.
Bakugou had worked day and night, protecting civilians left and right and defeating any villain that came his way to be number one. Even you understood this as Bakugou had explained hero rankings and how hard he worked. You could see he was a respectable man who would do anything to show others his worth. And here was a spineless bastard trying to rip it all away from Bakugou.
Monoma shook Bakugou’s hand from him, smirking cruelly at him. “You see, I know you won’t give up your ranking for some rotten fish. Either way, I’m going to enjoy watching your little girlfriend’s life crumble before your very eyes--”
Before Monoma could yap and run his mouth more than he already had, Bakugou sent a right hook flying, contacting Monoma’s jaw and pummeling him to the floor of the wooden dock. You gasped, not suspecting him to do that, and took a few steps towards him. He turned his head at you, raising his hand to stop you from getting closer. He didn’t know what Monoma would do to you just to spite him. You felt hopeless, wanting to help Bakugou and your people were still in the back of your mind. What was the right thing to do in this situation? What could you do?
Monoma spit the blood out from his mouth, wiping his bloodied lip and rose to his feet. He cackled once more. “I knew you were too much of a coward to do--”
“I’ll do it,” Bakugou said in one breath, causing you and Monoma to be appalled.
“Bakugou! Don’t do it!” You called out in concern. You would do anything for your people but not at the expense of years of hard work Bakugou had put in.
Bakugou ignored you momentarily. “I’ll give it up, my ranking. But if you take back your work I’ll fucking--”
Monoma rose a hand up in the air to cease his threats. “Don’t worry about that, I don’t give a damn about you or your girlfriend.” He extended his hand out at Bakugou, grinning in absolute delight. “We have a deal?”
Bakugou stared at his pale hand, his own fists clenching at his sides. Even so, he didn’t hesitate to shake hands with his nemesis, gripping his hand as tightly as he could. Monoma winced, wriggling his hand from Bakugou’s hold and rubbing it once he got free. Monoma laughed once more, walking past Bakugou and towards you. You stepped to the side, wanting to avoid him at all costs. He looked down at you, smirking. “For some rotten fish, you’re pretty hot.”
You wanted to puke from anger and disgust, staring daggers into his back as he walked away with delight and glee. Monoma waved his hand back. “I’ll send the paperwork to your office tonight, Ground Zero.”
Once he was a considerable distance from you, you ran towards Bakugou, joining him on the dock. “Why did you do that? Why would you give your ranking up?”
Bakugou sighed, looking down at the water and the boulders that you always sat upon during your frequent meetings. He slipped his gloves, boots, and socks off, sitting on the edge of the dock and dipping his feet into the water. You watched as he did so, not understanding his silence. Nonetheless, you joined him, slipping off the sandals Alicia made you and sitting right beside him. This was the closest the two of you had ever physically been.
“It didn’t feel right,” Bakugou said, avoiding your eye contact. “It’s my fucking fault that dipshit found out. I couldn’t just walk away knowing that I was putting you in danger.”
You smiled softly, shaking your head. “I’ve dealt with idiots like him before. I would’ve been fine. But you worked so hard to get where you are now.”
Bakugou turned to face you, his eyes just as intense as they always were. “You don’t get it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you. A ranking is a fucking ranking. I know I’m the best, that fucknut weaseled his way into becoming the new number one now. But your life means more to me than that.”
You were astonished, blown away by his selflessness. But Bakugou didn’t recognize his actions as being selfless as he continued blaming himself for putting your life in danger. And you recognized this by his hurt expression as he was physically grimacing. You smiled, lifting your hand up and cupping his cheek. Your palms were cold against Bakugou’s cheek, sending tingles down his spine, but your fingertips held the softest touch. “You’re amazing, Bakugou. This isn’t your fault. I don’t blame you, not even a little bit. I chose to see you everyday, I could’ve just stayed in my palace if I didn’t want to see you. But I came here because I like being around you.”
Bakugou stared at you, basking in your beauty. He had never met anyone like you as you were truly a one of kind being. You were tenderhearted, a leader, ambitious, and driven for others. Bakugou knew by now that he had no control over his feelings for you, not giving a damn about the consequences. He wanted to hold you, protect you against anyone who would even think of harming you.
“Do you regret being with me? Do you regret meeting with a human that could harm your people?” Bakugou questioned.
You shook your head, not hesitating to answer immediately. “There isn’t a fiber in me that feels that way. Being with you has given me faith in humanity.” You took back your thoughts earlier, knowing full well you couldn’t abandon him now, not when he protected you.
Bakugou nodded. “Alright. Then don’t mind when I do this.”
Before you could let the words ‘do what?’ escape from your lips, Bakugou closed the gap between the two of you, gently locking your lips with his own. It was a pleasant surprise, making you realize that humans were softer than they seemed. He smelled of burnt sugar, locking in how sweet he truly was. He was gentle despite how caustic he seemed to others. But you knew him, you had spent months with him, and you had no intention of letting him go now.
You pulled away, your chest rising and falling slowly. He was beautiful, more beautiful than you could ever describe into words. You were willing to go off the deep end for him, the stunning human who risked his career for your life. And you had no intention of leaving him.
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Jora Holiday Bio **Update 2021**
The following paragraphs contains information exclusively for the original series.
Full Name: Jora Ladybird Holiday
Age: 9, 29 (Ben10000); 39 (Ken 10)
Birthday: March 31/April 1 (she was born 11:59pm on March 31)
Species: Human
Race: African American
Fandom: Ben 10 (classic&reboot), The Secret Saturdays (crossover), Generator Rex (crossover), Cartoon Network/CN City (crossover)
Voice Claim: Kimberly Brooks; Brandy Norwood is another alternate choice
Character Role: Friend and love interest to Ben Tennyson
Powers/Abilities: Rot Inducement, Mycokinesis, Poison/Toxin Immunity, Self Healing/Regeneration, Moderate Chronokinesis (Time-Acceleration)
Items: Vials, Mini Lab, Gloves
Relationships
Family: Jeremy (father), Mavis (mother), Tasha (sister), Pattibelle (first cousin) Ginger (family friend); Kenny, Kendrix & Belle (future children), Devlin (adopted son/cousin in law(?))
Friends: Ben & Gwen Tennyson, Max Tennyson, Cooper Daniels, Richard Mortis, Mama G (future mentor)
Acquaintances: Ginger T. Glass, Tamika
Love Interest: Ben is her primary love interest, as seen with their eventual future together as well as hints and blatant displays of "puppy love."
Enemies: Pretty much every villain in this show; her personal arch-nemesis is Kudzu, a lifestyle expert & entrepreneur who initially tried to gentrify Jora's neighborhood & ruin her family's business. Other villains include Master Mortis (Richard's creator), and Kudzu's bounty hunters.
Appearance
- Dark Skinned African American girl
- Chubby, shorter than Ben and Gwen
- Has dark brown hair styled in twisted pigtails, pink hair scrunchies
- Black Bead Eyes//dark brown
- Wears lilac lacy gloves
- Wears three different outfits through the show:
- Season 1: Yellow t-shirt, pink shorts, beige sandals
- Seasons 2&3: Pink and Yellow striped tank top, orange skirt, and same sandals
- Season 4: Pink and white t-shirt, yellow capris with orange belt, and purple shoes
Personality
A sweet and quiet girl, Jora Holiday did not consider herself to be special. She lacked friends in school and kept to herself out of fear of getting bullied. This was because she had to deal with her mutant powers since they came into fruition as a very small child. Jora normally tries to avoid or deflate conflict, though deep down she does get a little fed up with playing peacemaker if the squabbling persists. Jora is compassionate and humble, never boastful but also bashful when it comes to compliments and praise. Of the four kids she is regarded as the nicest.
Because of her powers Jora has clean freak tendencies in her desire to look as normal as possible. She tried to avoid gross situations, although later down the line she learns it's okay to dirty her gloves - literally.
But with sweetness comes sourness, as she does have a passive-aggressive side towards slights, whether real or perceived. She didn't get along with Tasha, feeling as though the latter didn't care for her (which isn't true). Jora tends to be oversensitive and takes things too personally, ans even can be prone to tears if provoked hard enough. She also bears lingering resentment and shame over the partial ailments her element brings; these feelings fade away over time as she grows to accept her powers and adapt to her condition. One of her biggest flaws is her timidness and inability to stand up for herself and others. She also didn't get along with Ben for a while, though they get better quickly.
Jora has a love of nature, as shown with her hobby of collecting flowers and mushrooms. She despises animal abuse of any kind, and strives to be a bit more conscious of the environment. She also seems to have no phobia towards bugs, and thus is the designated "spider catcher" on the Rust Bucket.
Jora has a passion for fashion and a girly sense of style, preferring to dress in bright or pastel colors. Her love of nature and love of fashion could lead to a career based on environmentally friendly beauty products.
Ben 10000: Lavender shortsleeved dress and white apron
Adult Appearance
When she grows up Jora is considerably more capable of handling herself. She gets upset when people see and treat her as a fragile thing, seeing as though they don't trust her. She also is very in tune with nature, spending her days off on long walks in the forests, or at her homemade lab making potions.
In this timeline she was a waitress who worked after shifts as a vigilante. At the time the Hero of Heroes didn't know who this mysterious woman was, although he was struck by familiar feelings.
Ken 10: Mint Green blouse and pink maxiskirt with pink wristwatch (which is actually her transformation device)
Costume: White bodysuit with light purple accents, helmet and visor.
Powers:
Jora has the element of Decay (&Rebirth), which enables her to induce decomposition in organic material.
Techniques
- While not proficient at hand to hand she can run fast in short bursts and have stamina
- Generate spore clouds to obscure vision and block a person's airways
- Increase or decrease the rate the decay
- Increase or decrease the size of mushrooms, from giant prehistoric constructs to miniature samples to be used for medicine
- Create a slippery puddle of rot to make opponents fall
- Throw globs of inky, rotting matter to create fungus or for long range
- Autumn Leaf Tornado
- Create Penicillin (first "upgrade")
- Able to "purify" corrupted Mycellium in the episode "Camp Fear"
- Scavenger-animal Empathy
- Forensics (adult level)
- Fossil Fuel Manipulation (adult level)
- Floral Manipulation (adult level, possibly teen)
- Acid Spit (adult level)
- Hallucinations (teen level)
Weaknesses
- Her power has little to no effect on material such as metal, glass, synthetic fabrics, stones
- Has to wear her gloves at all times which can be tedious and uncomfortable
- Lacks strength and hand-to-hand proficiency
- Weak to extreme heat & cold
- Shroom Constructs can be easily destroyed if not continually reinforced
- Unable to control her powers if under extreme duress
- Requires weapons to compensate for elemental weaknesses
- Requires a source for better potency
Strengths
- Immune to Time related attacks since her powers are considered a form of chronokinesis
- Create healing potions
- Immune to mycotoxins and can decrease and even render dangerous mushrooms safe for consumption (handy for outdoor missions)
- Powers seem to increase in wet environments, the Moon
- Her kind gentle personality makes it easier for her to restrain the dangerous potential of her abilities
- Memorized enough species of fungi and has her own mini lab to safely store and carry samples
- Natural empathy towards others
- Quick learner, continually studies her powers and traits to adapt
Background
Born the second child to floral shop owners Jeremy and Mavis Holiday, Jora had a normal childhood in the comfy small town of Annville, SC. A quiet child, she spent after-school helping around the shop. They were small yet popular with the townsfolk, reputed for their knowledge of plants and colorful arrangements. However that normalcy took a detour when Jora's powers camemto fruition.
When people started to notice more and more plants dying, that in turn led to decrease in customers and soon the shop began to undergo financial trouble. One day, a beautiful woman named Kudzu came into the store offering to buy the place from Jeremy. See, Kudzu was one of the wealthiest and powerful people in town. He refused. The next day Kudzu came again with another proposition. Again Jeremy refused. This occurred all through the week, until finally a very irritated Mavis demanded Kudzu to leave their family alone. That time, Kudzu left and didn't ame back after that. The couple was relieved. Jora was nervous.
One day, just as Tasha and Jora were at the last day of school anf thr parents were off to cash in their winning lottery ticket, the floral shop caught fire! The firefighters were called and put out the blaze, but it left their shop and home in charred ruins.
Jora felt very guilty: if she never had her powers, there wouldn't have been such an awful domino effect. The fire was ruled as a freak accident, however Jeremy and Mavis believed that other forces were at work. They couldn't prove their theories as their suspect had too much power and leverage to be fought one on one. So they came up with a plan: they would spend the summer working to add money to the saved money while their kids go out of town. Mavis called upon an old friend from trade school to take the girls on vacation (somewhere safe from Kudzu).
The next couple of days after staying at a shelter, the girls were able to buy a few new outfits and essentials and told to wait for a brown and white RV. When the RV arrived, out came a older gentlemen in a bright scarlet Hawaiian shirt, with two children trailing behind him. He introduced himself as Max Tennyson, and the two kids were his grandchildren Ben and Gwen.
Trivia
Jora has a nature motif to contrast Ben's aliens and Gwen's magic.
Overall Jora is the most normal member of the team; her family has no connection to the Plumbers or magic.
Jora doesn't have signature color, the closest would be pink and yellow since those are colors she tends to wear the most of.
I made Jora so that there'd be another main girl in the cast and because the show didn't have a black female character (despite having nonwhite female characters of other ethnicities, and black male characters)
She does not have a major role in UAF; instead her storyline is seen as a spinoff (think Static Shock to the Justice League) focusing on smaller-scale plots with occasional cameos from main cast
Jora does come back in Omniverse to replace Gwen as the female lead; she is joined by Dr. Azura (Secret Saturdays OC), Myra Hopewell (GenRex), Ginger T. Glass, and her cousin Patti.
It is unknown whether her power is genetics or a random mutation.
In the Ben 10000 timeline she and Ben broke up because Ben tried to forbid her from going on active missions as a way to keep her safe. Obviously she didn't like that and left. They do reconcile at the end of the episode.
Out of my OCs for this fandom Jora is the lead character, followed by Kendrix
Jora's powers can vary based on the type of fungi she's using at the time. So her colors could range from inky-black to a gorgeous green
She is a candidate to take on the mantle of Mother Nature (currently held by Mama G)
Her hobbies are: reading comics and books primarily fantasy genre, costume design, hiking, floral pressing, DIY crafts, and insects
Due to her timid nature she has a fear of public speaking.
I don't have a claim for her in the live action films sorry!!
Jora is a foil for Kevin in that she was born with destructive powers. Unlike Kevin, she learned to rely on friends to help her stabilize her powers.
- A recurring subplot is the girls encountering and escaping from Kudzu's hired goons sent to track them down.
Jora was going to have standard plants and flowers as her power but I wanted to go for nontraditional elements instead.
The irony is that she's a softie dressed in bright colors and respects life, yet has a power related to death.
- At the end of the show she reunites with her parents and they're able to rebuild their business. She also stands up to Kudzu and exposes the woman for the rotten POS she is
Quotes:
"Pot, meet kettle. Kettle, meet face!"
"I like comic books. My favorite is the Fantasia Legends."
"If you're supposed to be Lucky Girl then why dress up like a black cat?"
"There's a lot of stories hidden beneath these trees. You just gotta know where to look."
"I'm not that scared little girl you used to pick on, Ben. I think you know I can take care of myself."
"Look I didn't get to choose my powers okay! But Kudzu chose to set our family's house on fire and I'm not gonna sit back and watch her hurt anyone else!"
"It's okay. I'll help you."
"It's called having good manners. You should try it sometimes."
"Leave. Them. Alone!"
"Please let this be a normal day this time!"
"You're like a mushroom. Unassuming at first, but something unique and vibrant!"
"Ben I don't know how to say this but... you're not alone. Don't ever think you're alone."
"I hope you'll be able to see that there's more to life than just money and business but until that day comes, we'll all do very well without you!"
"I may make things rot but the both of you are rotten to the core!"
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~A Evillious Christmas Carol~
By: TomboyJessie13
Prologue
In the Heavenly Yard, the land that was normally warm under the sun and bright is now cold and covered in a blanket of snow, miles upon miles of golden rice fields is covered in it. And the yard's main garden, the Champs-Élysées, is covered in colorful lights and decorations. Today is Christmas Eve, and the spirits and gods in the Heavenly Yard are making preparations for Christmas. Up on a hill in the snow covered rice fields is an old research center that houses the Demon Contractors, who reside in a Black Box specifically made for them to live in. Inside the box, despite being a box interior, it was also prone to snow and cold weather.
Riliane, wearing a short tangerine cape with orange gloves, was making a snowman with some old clothes while Allen, wearing a long dark yellow coat with yellow gloves and matching scarf, can be seen placing lights outside the house and humming "jingle bells". Just as he was in the mood, Gallerian ran out of the house, covered in bruises and scratch marks. Allen wasn't phased by this as the Judge is normally attacked by his youngest daughter Nemesis for many reasons that made her despise him, but just to be sure, he asked:
"What's with you?" Allen asked, getting down from his step ladder.
"Hah...Hah...It's Christmastime..." Gallerian panted. "You know damn well why that bitch is attacking m-AH!" He ducks when a vase was thrown at him, breaking upon landing on the stairway, he runs off as Nemesis chases him, throwing a few kitchen knives and a singled bladed ax, damages the front porch, her eyes filled with fury and teeth bared and filled with venom.
"GET BACK HERE, ASSHOLE!" Nemesis screamed in anger before chasing him a Jakokunese hatchet in hand. Allen can only watch in surprise and horror by how violent Nemesis became. Margarita came running out, panting.
"Please!...hah...stop this senseless violence!" Margarita said, out of breath.
"What happened." Allen asked.
"Nemesis got reminded of Nyoze's death by the snowfall and tried attacking Gallerian because of it."
"Oh right, it was during the winter."
"Not my fault Gallerian got his butler to order her to kill him." Riliane said from afar, placing a carrot on the snowman.
"No offense, Riliane, but you're kinda part of it to, y'know as PN's 4th member?" Allen responded to her sternly, Riliane made a sour face.
"My bad, and besides he's in the Heavenly Yard now waiting for her so everything's alright."
"True, but wounds take time to heal, remember when you and Sir Leonhart met again in the Heavenly Yard?"
"Yeaaaaahhh." She said awkwardly. They see the Father-Daughter duo around the corner, Nemesis started to slow down from exhaustion and the cold, dropping her weapon, she was shivering and trying to warm her shoulders as they are bare. Gallerian was laughing maniacally.
"Knock it off you two, I will not tolerate this ridiculousness." Margarita called out.
"She's the one who started i-ACK!" Gallerian was cut off when Nemesis threw a snowball at him.
"You're the reason why I act like this during Christmas." Nemesis sneered she began warming her hands up as she wasn't wearing gloves, Gallerian made a snowball and threw it at her as well, but it wasn't a very strong throw to reach her due to not wearing gloves as well, his hand shivered. "Weak."
"Alright that's enough!" Allen scolded. "You both, go inside before you catch your death of cold." They went inside the house. "You're not bundled up to be out here."
Inside the house, as Nemesis and Gallerian walked inside, Kayo was in the parlor decorating the tree she and Cherubim picked out a few days ago, she was using a picture of a Christmas tree as a reference, as she's not as costumed to the holiday as the others since Jakoku banned it during her time, she had however witnessed foreigners in Enbizaka celebrating it. "Hey, Cherubim." She called out.
"Yeah?" Cherubim asked, he was in the process of starting up a fire in the fire place.
"Does this look right to you?" She pointed at the tree.
"Yes it does, you did an excellent job."
"Thank you."
"All that's missing is that st-OW!" Cherubim pulled back his hand when the match he was using burned his finger.
"Be careful!" Kayo exclaimed, when she saw the fire starting, she took a few steps back, shivering in fear.
"I'm OK now, just a tiny burn...what's wrong?" Cherubim tilted his head in confusion before turning his head to the fire, then it clicked, he remembered that she became a Pyrophobe due to fire incident in her town. "It's OK, it's behind a screen so it won't burn the place down."
"I hope so, I don't feel comfortable being around it."
"It's gonna be fine, Lady, we're professionals." Nemesis came back, covering herself with a blanket. In the kitchen, Banica is seen stirring a blue colored glass pitcher of eggnog, she looked flushed in the face.
"You're still mixing that eggnog? It's been a whole hour, woman." Gallerian said, putting hot water on his hands due to the cold.
"It's almost ready, Judge, *hic*" Banica slurred, she had been adding alcohol into the eggnog for an hour, "It just need a little kick." Banica then poured a little more brandy into the pitcher before topping it with nutmeg and cinnamon, she then poured herself a glass and drinks it. "Mmmmmm, perfect."
"Give me some." Gallerian said while holding a glass, she poured him the spiked Eggnog. "Y'know we do have underage sinners here who can't have alcohol." He explains while swishing his glass with his hand, he then downed it.
"I know,*hic*, I m-made the regular Eggn-n-nog earlier,*hic* it's in a pink p-pitcher in the fridge." Banica slurred.
"Alright...ah, my head is starting to swim." Gallerian said, holding onto his head, that reason is because he is a lightweight drinker.
In the living room, Allen returns inside with the stepladder in hand a Riliane following behind, she was shivering and covered in snow. "Burrrrr, I could use some piping hot tea right now."
"Eggnog for everyone!" Banica said, coming in with glasses and two pitchers.
"*Hic* The blue one's alcoholic, the pink one's regular." Gallerian slurred.
"I'll take the Blue one." Cherubim said.
"Same." Nemesis said.
"Pink one, please." Kayo said, hiding in the covers with Nemesis, probably to defend herself from the fire.
DING DONG
The doorbell rang, Margarita went to answer it.
"Hello?" She asked, standing in front of the door was a small teenage girl with brown hair tied in small pigtails and wearing a salmon red dress with brown boots and a dark green cape, she's also holding a small package.
"Merry Christmas, Sinners!" She said, smiling.
"Oh my gosh! You're Yukina Freezis, the author of the Freezis Fairy Tales!" Margarita exclaimed.
"Yukina?!" Riliane said, she came to the front door to see her. "Ah Lady Yukina, it's great to see you again!" She said happily, she had first met her at the monastery she spent the rest of her first life in.
"Hi Rin! I brought this for you guys from Mr. Sickle, I thought it be perfect for tonight." Yukina said, holding up the present she wrapped in green with a red ribbon, there's also a note that says: "To the Sinners, from Sickle".
"Oh thank you so much, Yukina." Margarita said gleefully. "And a Merry Christmas."
"You to!" Yukina waved, soon enough she left.
"Who was that?" Cherubim asked, sucking on a candy cane.
"Yukina Freezis, the mastermind behind the Freezis Fairy Tales." Riliane said as she sat down on an arm chair. "She gave us a present saying it's perfect for tonight."
"So we're allowed to open it for tonight? *Hic*" Banica asked.
"Of course." Riliane said, she begins to open up the present, removing the ribbons and tearing up the wrapping paper, the present is revealed to be a old book titled: "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens.
"A storybook?" Nemesis said. "No surprise coming from a author." Allen then took the book from her hand.
"This isn't just a book, it's a Christmas classic." Allen said with sparkles in his eyes. "I read it during my break time from studying about the Third Period." He then sees a note sticking out. "What's this?"
"Dear Sinners,
I found this book in Behemo's home and I thought this would be something you guys would like to read this Holiday and help you better yourselves, as the main character in this book is just like you guys. Anyways, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years.
-Sickle"
"Ahhh now I get it."
"What?" Gallerian asked, slightly flushed.
"The Character in the story, Ebenezer Scrooge, is a old miserable miser consumed by greed, but in the-"
"Wait wait, don't spoil it!" Margarita said as she sat down by the coffee table. "I wanna here the story."
"I hate to say this but I agree, I wanna hear what happens to the old geezer." Nemesis said. "That and maybe it would calm down Kayo." She pointed at the Tailor who was hiding in the covers.
"Heh, alright then." Allen said in both glee and disbelief, he never would've expect the Sinners would be this enthusiastic, but then again it could be the holidays, once the Sinners are in place, Allen open the book and cleared his throat. "Alright, this story is about a old miser consumed by greed, and has a dislike for Christmas."
"This is the story, about greed and redemption"
End Prologue
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Chapters: 12/12
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Various Harry Potter Characters, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, HP: EWE
Summary:
Harry’s successful cake/pastry career brings an old nemesis as a new client.
Excerpt:
There was a soft sound of bells and Harry brushed his hands together, getting rid of the fine sugar had clung to them. Checking to see that his smock was fairly clean, he stepped from the large warm bakery into the front section of his tiny shop, the welcoming smile on his face growing tight as he saw who his prospective clients were.
The Malfoys; at least, Draco Malfoy and his children. Since his divorce from Lady Antonia Malfoy, Draco Malfoy’s public presence had rivalled Harry’s in levels of reclusive, emerging only to do his job of running the Potions testing department at the Ministry. No more extravagant parties that the Lady had been fond of throwing; no more grand soirees that were splashed on the front pages of The Prophet, Malfoy’s face a calm mask as his wife (ex-wife now, Harry’s mind amended) flitted from guest to guest, her long dark hair swinging from side to side.
Harry had disliked her immensely; she had once referred to his beloved shop as plebeian and, out of sheer malice, he had refused to cater a birthday party of hers, no matter how much of Malfoy’s money she had the gall to offer. Harry had been inexplicably delighted when Parvati, on one of her weekly trips for meringue, had whispered that they were finally separating.
Now, he flushed as Malfoy gazed at him strangely, more than likely taking in how messy his hair still was, most likely decorated with a streak or two of flour. Each of Malfoy’s hands were occupied; a little girl stood by his side, her small hand gripping his larger one as Malfoy shifted a tiny boy slung comfortably his other arm. Both children had the distinct Malfoy features, the wide grey eyes, and the sharp chin; the baby, however, had hair that was as black as Harry’s, obviously taking that from his mother. There was a small house-elf standing behind them, a basket in its wrinkled hands. Harry was more than a little surprised that Malfoy was walking with his children, instead of having them trail behind with the house-elf. He looked very…paternal.
The little girl spoke up suddenly, brushing blond wispy hair out of her eyes.
“Good morning, Mr. Potter,” she intoned politely. “My name is Iolanthe Malfoy and I would like a cake.”
Merlin, what a name, Harry thought and smiled faintly down at her, opening his mouth to speak. The baby in Malfoy’s arms pulled his thumb out of his mouth and addressed Harry as well.
“Ricky want cake!” the baby crowed and Malfoy rolled his eyes.
“Aelric, no shouting,” he admonished and gave Harry a frosty smile. “Good morning, Potter. I had forgotten this was your establishment.”
“Did you?” Harry said with an acidic smile. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me from your wife.”
“I don’t know if Daddy did,” Iolanthe said sadly. “My mommy doesn’t live with us anymore.”
Malfoy used a few seconds to glare at Harry, who felt abashed. He summoned his portfolio and went around the counter, inclining his head in invitation to one of the round tables that were scattered throughout the space that he had tried to make into a eating area, since quite a few of his patrons simply could not wait to go home and sample their purchases. The tables were old, but clean, helping to lend to the shops its comfortable, rustic air.
Iolanthe insisted on climbing onto one of her father’s knees, helped up by the house-elf, as the boy was placed on the other; his little hands reached instantly for the small bunch of wildflowers that had been placed in the centre of the table. Malfoy pushed it further away with the side of his hand, smiling a little as the self-named Ricky yelled in indignation.
“He’ll tear it to pieces,” Malfoy explained and nodded to his little girl. “Go on, Io. Tell him how you want your birthday cake to be.”
She shifted around so that she could place her arms on the surface of the table, settling into a serious look of debate. Harry met Malfoy’s eyes over her head; his face was carefully blank, but the light eyes seemed to hold a sheen of amusement.
“Butterflies,” Io declared and wrinkled her brow at Harry. “I want butterflies.”
“Please,” Malfoy murmured. Harry tried not to fall off his chair in shock.
“Please,” Io repeated dutifully. Harry nodded, turning his attention to his portfolio, flipping the pages. He had done butterflies once…where was it…ah, there. He turned it around and stood the portfolio upright, knowing that the photograph, being a Wizarding one, would show the bright sugar wings waving delicately. Io’s eyes lit up.
“Yes, like those!” She grasped both edges of the thick book and pulled it a little closer. “Oh, but not so large. May I have them smaller, Daddy?”
“I’m not the one making them, Io,” Malfoy said in that low drawling voice that Harry had always despised. Yet, now that it held an indulgent tone, it was very attractive; Harry kept his eyes firmly on Io’s face as he felt Malfoy eyes rest on him. “I’m sure Mr. Potter is capable of making them any size you like.”
“Very capable,” Harry said firmly. “And these are just plain colours. You can get them in polka-dots and stripes. Anything you like, Miss Malfoy.”
“Io,” the little girl said shyly, looking up at her father for permission. Malfoy nodded, bouncing her a little on his knee as a small smile flitted across the sharp features. “You can call me Io, Mr. Potter.”
“Eye-ooohhh,” The baby said in a soft, sleepy voice and grabbed after her long blond braid. They were all staring at Harry, even the baby, who was chewing contemplatively on the end of the braid. Malfoy noticed and pulled it out of his mouth, giving Harry time to collect his bearings. The weight of those grey gazes was heavy, especially Malfoy’s. Harry could have sworn that Malfoy had glanced at his mouth, for a split second. He licked his lips; maybe he had some sugar on there. No, nothing like that at all. Strange, because now that he had done that, those grey eyes had flickered to his lips again.
“Alright, Io.” Harry gave her a charming smile, resolving to ignore Malfoy; Io grinned back, looking more like the child she was instead of a little adult she was obviously trying to be. Harry wondered if this was how Malfoy had looked at this age. “You may call me Uncle Harry, if you want.”
“Alright.” She went on to explain how many butterflies she wanted (26); how many tiers to be on her cake (3); and the colours to be used (violet and pink). Harry took notes while fending off Ricky’s sudden interest in his quill. Ricky complained in babbling baby-talk to his father, who reached in the basket and gave the child a slice of fruit, encouraging him gently as the baby made a face.
“Come on, now,” he heard Malfoy croon as Ricky fussed. “How will you know you won’t like it if you’ve never tried it? Ah, see? Isn’t that good?”
“I’ve all the information I need,” Harry said, feeling a little shaky at this display of loving father, wondering just who Malfoy had as an example. Malfoy’s love for his children was apparent, the way he smiled as Ricky devoured the papaya, the manner in which he gently set his daughter on the ground as he rose to his feet. Malfoy’s family was small yet close; Harry felt a sense of longing burn in his chest, the same way it did when he visited the Burrow or his other friends.
“Kindly send the bill to my office,” he said now, the cool of his voice contrasting so sharply with the warm tone that he had used with Io. Harry nearly shivered. “Io, have you ordered any other treats?”
“Uncle Harry can make anything else he thinks of, I don’t mind.” Io took her father’s hand and grinned up at Harry. “Won’t you?”
“Of course.” Harry smile was still on his face as he glanced back up at Malfoy, who gave him a long unreadable stare… and then smiled slowly in return. His smile was a lot more predatory than Io’s had been, looking as if he would like nothing more than to snack on Harry.
Harry’s overactive imagination supplied him with an image of Malfoy nibbling gently on his bare shoulder; Harry ruthlessly squashed down that enticing picture. Malfoy had been married, after all. It was very unlikely he would be interested in Harry. Even with his subversive actions in the war that had gotten necessary information for the Order to fight, they had conferred only a few times and spoken even less. It had been a war, Harry mused. He had been busy trying to live. Oh, now and again he would think about the straight fall of Malfoy’s hair and if it felt as soft as it looked, but that was when he had been safely ensconced in his bed.
#drarry#drarry squad#draco malfoy#harry potter#drarry fic recs#fic rec#ao3 bookmark#ao3 bookmark recs#carey's personal recs#carey's ao3 bookmark recs#ao3 bookmark no 7#tip of the icing#Megyal
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I have so many feelings about the Rumple/Hook progression from last night’s episode.
i won’t lie... as much as i’ve been really warming to Weaver, there’s always been 10% in the back of my brain waiting for the pin to drop and for him to fuck everyone over.
And I was so quick to jump to that last night.
But I can’t stop thinking about these two.
First, you’ve got Killian. We all know his story. Spent centuries trying to find a way to kill Rumplestiltskin to avenge Milah and the loss of his hand.
But then he has Alice. And he drops the revenge mission in an instant. He’s found someone whom he loves unconditionally and relies on him. He’s got purpose and a will to live again, and suddenly the quest is no longer important.
Decades go by with years spent happy with that little girl but then years more with even more pain of being separated from her.
His new mission is to find a way for them to be together again....
So of course, when he finds out the dark one is seeking out his daughter, he’s going to jump straight to defence. The last person he loved was taken from him by the dark one and he fears it’ll happen again. He won’t let him anywhere near Alice if he can help it, and I wouldn’t be surprised if all those old feelings came rushing back the moment he found Rumple outside.
Nothing anyone tells him is going to convince him that man has changed.
Not at the risk of his daughter.
Then you’ve got rumple. He’s spent a lifetime with Belle, raising Gideon and living a life of bliss.
Losing Belle has changed him.
He’s realised what’s important in life and his only wish is to be back with her, wherever she may be. He doesn’t want the power anymore. He doesn’t want the immortality.
He just wants to be with his wife.
So when the person who can grant him that; the person he seeks most is right in his path, he pursues.
I’m sure he didn’t expect it to be the daughter of his arch nemesis.
I truly thought Rumple was going to let me down for a moment there... but what happened instead made me an emotional mess.
He could have gotten his wish. He could have rid himself of the darkness, let Alice take the burden and finally reunited with Belle.
But he can’t do it.
He remembers Hook’s words.
He knows what it’s like to be separated from a child; from Bae, from Gideon.
He remembers how he lost Bae and spent centuries trying to find him; to heal the broken bond between them and to reunite. But it happened too late and all too soon he lost him.
He remembers how Gideon fell victim to the black fairy and lead a troubled life on the path to total destruction before being given a second chance.
He knows the pain.
He can’t do that to Alice.
He can’t do that to Hook.
So he stops Alice and succumbs to the darkness once again.
And Hook. That handshake.
He probably heard what had happened and felt his heart hit the ground.
But then to find out the man he’d hated for centuries.
The man whom he despises above all others...
Saved Alice’s life.
He’s probably taken aback.
It’s not hard to see that the feud was buried long ago. With Hook so quick to shake Rumple’s hand, I doubt it would have been that easy to do if Killian was still bloodthirsty for revenge.
He’d given up that part of his life long ago. He only wants the best for his daughter now. He wants peace.
He recognises the man he was always against has changed and only wants the same thing.
The dark one also just wants to find peace.
They’re meeting as two different people this time around....
And thus, a second chance and an alliance is born.
It was beautiful to watch just how hesitant Rumple was with the olive branch being offered, but he accepts it.
I know there’s probably a lot of different opinions on this progression but for me it was fucking glorious and I loved it.
#golden hook#s7#rumple and hook#making amends#i don't know what else to tag this as#mandy's very obvious ramblings? idk
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Chapter 2: Noticing
Previous Chapter
Morgan desperately tried to cool off her of cherry red face as she and Everett conversed with each other. They neared the Social Studies classroom when they heard Cissa yelling at them from down the hallway.
“EMO BOY! MOLPHIN! STOP FLIRTING WITH EACH OTHER AND GET BOTH YOUR ASSES INTO SOCIAL STUDIES.”
Everett and Morgan both glanced at each other and blushed. As Morgan walked into the classroom she noticed that there fellow peers were lined up against the back wall. Morgan stood by her friend Caitlin and bent down to whisper to her.
“What’s going on?” Morgan asked.
“We’re switching seats. Maybe you and Everett will sit next to each other.”
Morgan glared at her friend. Caitlin made an air heart with her hands before whispering.
“Meverett for life.”
Morgan smacked her on the back of her head. Caitlin kicked Morgan in the shins, and Morgan had to hold back a yelp of pain when Caitlin did so. Mr. Kennedy stood up in front of the room and began to tell everybody their new seats.
“Somebody skipped leg day again.” Caitlin muttered. Morgan choked down a laugh at that comment. Mr. Kennedy pointed at the last two seats in the back of the classroom.
“Everett and Morgan will sit there.”
Caitlin whistled lowly after he announced that. “There are many things you could do back there without anybody else noticing.” She remarked. Morgan suddenly felt the need to cry. Her friends kept saying that her and Everett were the perfect match, but Morgan truly doesn’t see it.
Morgan dropped her bag beside her desk and slunk into her chair. Everett glanced over at her before facing the front of the room. As Mr. Kennedy began his social studies lecture, Morgan fell asleep.
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Morgan awoke to the sound of Mr. Kennedy screaming detention. ‘Who the fuck made him that angry?’ She thought. She listed her head to see Mr. Kennedy’s finger pointing towards the back of the classroom, right at Everett.
No, no, no, no, no! This couldn’t be happening. If he got detention then-. The realization dawned on Morgan. If he got detention then that meant they have to go to detention together after school! As she heard the bell ring; she quickly packed up her bag and attempted to put on a calm demeanor as she walked out the door.
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Morgan was so proud of herself. She successfully avoided Everett all day today. She found an excuse to get out of the situation any time he attempted to talk to her.
Her stomach dropped as the final bell of the day rung. She was dreading sharing detention with him. She couldn’t get out of this. Her head hung low as she trudged along the hallway. Students all around her were whooping with joy since they got to leave school. They didn’t have to be in a room with there arch nemesis.
Morgan didn’t understand why her face heated up and why there were butterflies fluttering around in her stomach as she neared the detention room. She knew for a fact she didn’t like him, in fact, she absolutely positively despised him. So why won’t the butterflies in her stomach cease? Her hands started shaking as she opened the door to the detention room. She scoffed and scolded herself quietly. ‘Get a grip.’ She thought.
Her efforts were rendered useless as her face turned an even brighter red and the butterflies best their wings even faster. Her hands began to sweat, so she wiped them across her black leggings quickly. Of course, it’s just her luck that not a single other kid got detention today. Only Everett and another teacher accompanied her in the room.
“Take a seat.” The unknown teacher said. He sounded miserable. Though it was to be expected, who wanted to stay at a school for longer than they should? The chair squeaked as she pulled it out from under the desk. Her face turned bright red from embarrassment. All eyes were on her as she took her seat. The teacher took a deep breathe and explained the rules for detention in a very bland voice.
”Do your work quietly, if you don’t you have to restart your detention another day. If you talk you get a warning, three warnings and you get kicked out and restart your detention another day. I’m going to get something quickly, both of you, behave yourselves.”
Morgan and Everett both nodded and unison as the teacher left the room. The door slammed shut and they both heard the click of the lock. Morgan opened her computer to start her work. She turned her head briefly to see Everett just sitting there and staring intently at her. Morgan opened her mouth to say something but quickly snapped it shut and looked at her computer. He wasn’t worth her time.
Everett on the other hand, was noticing things about Morgan he had never noticed before. He noticed the way her eyebrows slightly furrowed every time she was angry or annoyed. He noticed that she rarely wore any jewelry unless it was the occasional silver bracelet. He noticed how she was always make-up free and how she always wore athletic wear. She rarely wore jeans, and she occasionally straightens her hair, but he always preferred it when it was in her natural curly form. He noticed how her eyes lit up whenever she spoke about soccer or Tom Holland.
He could never understand her obsession with Tom Holland. He always believed Tom Holland was overrated and ugly.
He noticed countless other things about her. If he told his friends about this, they would surely tease him about falling in love with her. He wasn’t in love with her. It was just a crush. His feelings would pass.
Wouldnt they?
Morgan could still feel eyes burning into the side of her head. She whipped her head around to tell him to knock it off, but the words died in her thought as she stared at him. The small sliver of sunlight shining through the window made his earthy brown eyes light up with flecks of gold. His brown curls got even more messy as he ran his fingers through his hair.
Morgan looked down at at her hands and began fiddling with her fingers to look inconspicuous. She let her hair tumble to the side of her head, so she could hide her blush. Everett noticed this and slightly smirked. He knew that she was in denial. He saw her blushing when she dropped her books. He moved out of his desk and walked over to the unoccupied seat beside Morgan.
Morgan moved her hair so if covered her face even more than it did before. Everett smiled at her shyness and picked up his hand. He slowly inches his hand closer to her face, and he moved her hair away from her face and back behind her shoulder. Everett opened his mouth to say something before the door slammed opened and the teacher stepped back into the room.
”Everett, get out. Come back for detention again tomorrow.”
Everett slowly stood up, staring at Morgan the entire time. He grabbed his backpack before walking out the door, never breaking eye contact with Morgan once.
Morgan and the unknown teacher sat in uncomfortable silence for what seemed like eternity, when in fact, it was only fifteen minutes. The ringing of the phone broke the unbearable silence. Morgan sighed in relief as he picked up the phone.
”Hello?”
The teacher went silent to let whoever called him talk.
“Yes, Morgan is here.”
Morgans heart began to race. Who was calling? What happened? Why do they need her? Her left foot began to bounce in anticipation.
”Yes, I’ll let her know.”
The teacher hung up the phone, and turned to face Morgan. Morgan’s breathe caught in her throat as she heard the next words that came out of the teachers mouth.
”You’re needed at the police station.”
^ That is a never before seen picture of Mr. Kennedy.
#Romance#Blush#Molphin#Morgan hates me now#Everett doesn’t even know me 💀#Im messed up in the head#Cliche#Insecure 🥺#Comedy#Badass#Straight couple#Angst
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You Drive Me Insane | Sehun
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◇ Genre: Love/hate drama, Office! AU, Mild smut (kind of)
◇ Summary: In which you and Sehun are co-workers who hate each other and are forced to team up...until an unexpected encounter maybe sort of leads to some confusing feelings....
◇ Word Count: 2.8k
Your bad day at work started early that morning when you accidently spilled coffee down your pristine white blouse, and could do nothing to fix it.
You prayed that no one would point it out at least until you could borrow someone's blazer to cover up the stain. But alas, as soon as you quickly began walking towards your desk, you heard a loud voice.
"Is that actual shit on your shirt, Y/N?"
You turned, and with a quick glance to see if any of your superiors were around, you put up your middle finger at the person who'd spoken.
Of course it was Oh Sehun, your jerk of a colleague who you had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing every single day.
Sehun just smirked at your response.
You sat down at your desk with a huff, and when your friend Brenda finally arrived, you very nearly tore her blazer off her back.
You had a big presentation today, and there was no way you were going to let anything mess it up for you. In fact, you were actually going against Sehun on this one, because your boss had not so subtly hinted that she was going to observe both you and him on separate occasions and then come to a decision on who to hand over the responsibility of the next big project to.
And there was no way in hell you were going to lose to Oh Sehun.
When it was finally time for the meeting, you actually felt pretty confident, because you had spent all night preparing and rehearsing.
Thankfully, it ended up going smoothly, and the clients looked pleased. Your boss even complimented you, and you passed Sehun a smug look as you walked back to your desk.
Alas, good things never lasted, as you would soon come to find out. Right before you were about to leave for the day, your boss called you into her office. To your annoyance, Sehun was also present.
“Alright then. As you both already know, the two of you are my primary candidates for the position of being the main supervisor on our next project. However, since I found both of you to have done good jobs, I think it’s best if you work together as co-leaders instead,” she said.
You just gaped at her. Sehun started shaking his head. “Um, ma’am, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” he said. “And why not?” she asked calmly.
“We don’t get along,” you blurted out.
“Well, you better make sure you do, because I’ve made up my mind. The two of you need to have this done by the month’s end, and this is not a request,” she said sternly. “I’m trusting you.”
The two of you had no choice but to nod silently. But as soon as you left her room, you groaned. This was your worst nightmare come true.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” you said, glaring at your nemesis. Sehun just looked bored. “This is honestly worse for me. I’m going to have to listen to your incessant complaining for the next month,” he drawled.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve seen the way you work. You have no sense of discipline whatsoever, and I’m not going to stand for it,” you said angrily. “If you mess this up for me, you’re going to regret it.”
Sehun yawned. “If you’re done yapping can I go now?”
“Whatever, Oh Sehun. Just remember what I said.”
To no one's surprise, Sehun was an absolute pain in the ass. He refused to co-operate with you, and did literally the opposite of whatever you told him to.
“I know what I’m doing,” he said. “You’re driving me insane with your nagging.” “I wouldn’t be nagging if you just did it right the first time,” you hissed. This was going to be the longest month of your life.
Two weeks in, you were drowning in work. And after spending the entire of your Saturday re-doing Sehun’s shitty work, you were boiling in anger. This was a two-person project. Why were you working your ass off while Sehun was probably relaxing and enjoying his weekend without a care in the world? “I’m going to go give him a piece of my mind,” you muttered, and fumed out of your apartment with your laptop and USB drive, on a mission.
You knew exactly where he lived, but only because he’d hosted a small party for his co-workers once, and your friend had forced you to go along. You hadn’t really hated him as much then, but somehow over the months the two of you had developed some sort of strange dislike for each other.
Halfway there, you realized how stupid you would look, storming into his house. There was also a good chance he wouldn’t be home. But you were furious, and you were going to let him know whether he liked it or not.
You made to his front door, and just as you were about to ring the bell, you heard raised voices.
“I can’t believe you. This is literally why we broke up. You’re such a fucking child,” said a female voice.
Ouch. This was probably not a good time.
“Honestly, just get out,” you heard Sehun say. He sounded tired. “I’m not sure why you showed up here anyway.”
“You know what? Fine. I’m leaving. But if you don’t stop me this time I’m never coming back,” said the female voice again.
You began to back away from the door. This was definitely not a good time.
But before you could make it to the elevator, the door flew open, and out stormed a girl with long brown hair. Sehun was right behind her, and when he saw you, his eyes widened in confusion.
You stood there like a deer caught in the headlights until the girl spoke. “Who is she?” she said rudely, pointing at you.
Sehun spoke before you could reply. “She’s a friend from work,” he said smoothly.
“Oh, I wouldn’t really call us friends –” you started, but Sehun strode over to you suddenly, and grabbed your hand. You tried to pull free, mortified, but his grip on you was too strong.
“Right, we aren’t really friends. We were until recently but now...” he continued, plastering a sweet smile on his face.
“Now what?” the girl said, narrowing her eyes.
Sehun looked at you. “Y/N, darling, you should’ve called before coming over. Now this is going to get awkward,” he said, shaking his head.
You stared at him. Had he just called you darling?
“Excuse me, but –” you began, but in a swift, Sehun lifted your chin and pressed his lips down on yours.
Your mind went blank. Before you could react, the girl screamed in rage. “Fuck you, Oh Sehun! I never want to see you again!” And then she was shoving past you and into the elevator, and was gone.
As soon as Sehun let go of you, you slapped him hard across the face.
“That hurt,” he said, scowling, his hand cupping his now red cheek.
“Are you fucking insane?” you said, your voice rising several octaves.
Sehun rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome. That was probably the first kiss you’ve had in a while, huh?”
You gaped at him.
“Okay okay, I’m sorry. I just had to get her to leave,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “‘Sorry’ isn’t going to fucking cut it,’ you snapped.
“Look, she’s my ex-girlfriend, and she’s exceptionally annoying. Even more than you, and that’s saying something,” Sehun added.
“That doesn’t give you the right to ju-just completely violate –” you broke off, stammering. You mentally kicked yourself for not being able to form coherent sentences. Why was this asshole making it so hard for you to speak?
“Why are you here anyway?” said Sehun, walking back towards his apartment.
You glanced down, dazed, at the laptop case in your hand, having completely forgotten why’d you’d brought it in the first place. “I just –” you started, and then shook your head. Sehun smirked, leaning against the door.
“Well, do you want to come in?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “No!” you said, forcefully. “I most definitely do not want to come in.”
Sehun shrugged. “Goodnight then.”
You didn’t sleep that entire night. Every time you closed your eyes, the mental image of Sehun leaning to kiss you popped up, and you felt fluttery. Then grossed out. And then fluttery again.
Why the hell was this affecting you so much? The kiss had hardly lasted a few seconds, and it had obviously not meant anything at all. But you felt humiliated, and also a little bit confused, as though someone had taken something from you without asking first.
On Monday, you could hardly make eye contact with him when you saw him. “You look like shit,” he observed. “Thanks,” you muttered, too tired to shoot back with a comeback. And in all honesty, you did kind of look like shit. You had hardly slept at all, and the dark circles under your eyes had proven very difficult to conceal effectively.
For some peculiar reason, you also began to notice Sehun’s good looks. There was no doubt that everyone at work thought he was ridiculously handsome. But you’d always found him irksome, so his attractiveness had never struck you before.
But ever since that dumb kiss, you started to find him maddeningly gorgeous, and you despised yourself for it.
You tried your best to avoid him for most of the week, but annoyingly enough, Sehun seemed to notice your discomfort and made it a point to ask you stupid questions about the project every chance he could.
“I thought you said you knew what you were doing,” you said, irritated. “Ah, but I thought you loved ordering me around?” he asked innocently, but you saw the glint in his eye.
“Just send me an email once you’re finished,” you said shortly, and got up to leave.
It was late, and the two of you were probably the last ones who were still at the office, working on the project. All you wanted to do was get away from Sehun and spend your weekend alone in peace. Then one last week, and the whole thing would be over and you wouldn’t have to deal with him again.
“It’s really funny, watching you avoid me,” said Sehun. “I guess it really must have affected you more than I imagined.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said coolly, continuing to pack up.
“Oh, you know. The ki –”
You cut him off with a loud protest. “Don’t. Don’t even bring it up. You’re a dick.”
Sehun laughed. “That just makes me want to talk about it more. Tell me, what would you do if I did it again?”
You froze. He wouldn’t dare. “You’re psycho. Do you honestly think I’m going to let you? You’ll be walking out of here with a broken toe.”
“I think I’ll take my chances,” he said, and suddenly, he was on his feet.
He backed you up against the wall with a thud, giving you no chance of getting away.
“You do know that this is like, physical harassment, right?” you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady. Your heart was pounding. He was way too close; you could see your own reflection in his deep black eyes.
“It’s not really harassment if I have your consent,” said Sehun. “And why in hell would I give you my consent?” you said, your voice dangerously low.
“Because you want to. Admit it. You want to kiss me,” he said, his eyes flashing.
“You’re crazy,” you whispered. But his words reverberated in your head. You want to kiss me. It wasn’t a lie. You could feel his breath on your skin. With him this close to you, your defenses were slowly melting down.
You weren’t exactly sure who moved first. Maybe you both moved at the same time. But in an instant, his lips were on yours, and your knees nearly gave way.
You couldn’t pull away. While your brain was screaming at you to let go, your hands somehow wound up in his hair, and you were tugging him closer, gasping against his mouth.
Sehun seemed startled by your response, and made a muffled groan in his throat. He grabbed your waist, and began kissing you harder, his fingers digging into your side.
When you broke apart to breath, he started to kiss a trail down your jawline till your neck, his lips moving desperately against your skin. You shuddered in pleasure against his touch, and your hands automatically moved towards his shirt, reaching for the buttons. You needed to get closer, somehow.
You managed to unbutton it halfway, but suddenly a warning signal went off in your head, loud and clear.
What the actual fuck were you doing?
With tremendous effort, you shoved Sehun away from you. He staggered back, breathing heavily. The realization of what had just happened seemed to strike him, and he flushed a dark red.
“I-I need to go,” you said, stumbling to grab your things. “Y-yeah same,” he said, his hands fumbling while he attempted to quickly re-button his shirt.
You ran out of there as if you had a murderer chasing behind you, and didn’t dare think about Sehun until you got home, relieved to finally be alone.
The last week of the project went by in a blur. You almost expected things to mess up, but they went surprisingly smoothly. Sehun actually pulled through and did his bit, and needless to say, you were pretty satisfied with the end result.
Neither of you brought up the kiss.
But there was a sense of awkward tension between you two. And it wasn’t the kind of usual tension you felt around him when he got on your nerves. Sehun was also visibly flustered, and his usual banter with you was absent.
You didn’t really know what to do. You hoped once the project was done things would go back to normal and you would just starting hating him again.
On the last day, your boss called the two of you to her office. “I have to say, I’m extremely impressed,” she said smiling. “The data you’ve gathered is well-structured and to the point, and I’m pleased to tell you that the clients loved it.”
You sighed in relief. “I see my decision to let the two of you work together was a successful one,” she said. “Congratulations. You’ll be happy to know that an extra bonus will be added to both of your salaries this month.”
Sehun smiled widely. “Thank you,” he said and you nodded. This was better news than you could have ever asked for.
You turned to Sehun as you left the room, and put out your hand awkwardly. “Um well, it was nice working with you, I guess,” you said.
Sehun stared at your hand, and then snorted. “Are we really going to do the whole handshake thing?”
You dropped your hand, sighing. Of course, the old Sehun was resurfacing, but you weren’t sure whether to be happy or sad about it.
“I mean,” he continued, “I don’t really think I can shake your hand, when I quite frankly would rather kiss you instead.”
You blinked.
Sehun shrugged, but you could see him start to blush. “Look, can you honestly go about every day pretending that it never happened? I tried, believe me, but it didn’t work out so well,” he admitted.
“But we hate each other,” you blurted. “The whole thing was a mistake –”
Sehun shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.” You couldn’t believe your ears. “What are you saying, exactly?”
“I’m saying…that I don’t mind, um, getting to know you,” he said awkwardly. “We’ve known each other for a year,” you pointed out. But you know what he meant.
You’d never talked to him as a real friend before. You’d never even tried. You’d just told yourself you hated him ever since you knew him. And clearly, you thought to yourself, I wouldn’t have kissed him like that if I hated him anyway.
“So…” said Sehun again. “What do you say to lunch? As a celebration for our success, if nothing else,” he added. You almost giggled at his nervousness. It was cute, you realized with a pang.
You smiled, nodding. And then, “Can I kiss you?”
You slapped your hand over your mouth, horrified that you’d spoken the words out loud. Sehun began to laugh. “We’re in the middle of the office,” he said, grinning.
But then he came closer, and took your hand. “I don’t know why I said that. No more kissing until we figure out what we are,” you muttered. “Deal?”
“You do know I hate taking orders from you, right?” Sehun said, smirking. You bit your lip, unable to take your eyes off him.
Oh, you knew all too well.
“Okay, so maybe in this case I won’t be too annoyed if you don’t listen,” you said, and pulled him forward for a kiss.
A/N: So...how was it? Don’t be afraid to leave your thoughts in my ask💕
#exo#exo scenarios#oh sehun#sehun scenario#sehun scenarios#sehun imagine#exo reactions#kpop#kpop scenarios#exo fanfiction#kpop fanfiction#kai scenarios#suho scenarios#lay scenarios#chanyeol scenarios#kyungsoo scenarios#chen scenarios#xiumin scenarios#baekhyun scenarios#sehun one shot#sehun fanfic#kokobop#exo scenario#the war
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If Any Would Avenge: 31
Chapter 31: Nemesis
Storybrooke: Gold's Cabin
"I...have a proposition for you." George spoke, annoying Gold even though he knew the ex-king wasn't the one truly speaking. "A deal, if you like."
"And what makes you think I want anything you have to offer?" He scoffed, wrapping his hand once more around the ex-king's throat but refraining from squeezing it. "This bastard doesn't need his heart in his chest to be killed. I can just as easily crush his throat...or tear out his intestines."
"Go ahead. I despise George just the same as you. More actually. And I have his heart." The person spoke coldly through the ex-king, while Gold cocked an eyebrow. "We can have a race to see who can kill him first. Preferably after you and I have a little tête-à-tête."
"...hm." Gold waited a moment before replying, his imp self hissing at him to forget whoever was speaking through George and instead focus on bringing Sadie to Nemesis. Getting his dagger back took priority over whatever deal or whatnot this new interloper wanted. "Tell me who you are first, dearie. Or better yet, show yourself and let's have our little talk face-to-face."
"You don't trust me?"
"Well, those who refuse to make deals with me in person tend to be cowards or hoping to get away with not fulfilling their end." He replied, about to say more when Sadie started crying and drew his attention away. In that moment, while his eyes were focused on the five day old, George took out a knife and lunged at the Dark One. Gold was quicker, flinging George across the cabin with a single wave of his hand and glowering when the knife clattered to the floor. "See? Coward." He growled and squeezed the ex-king's throat, holding the wizened man firmly against the cabin wall. His angry eyes shifting towards the knife that had clattered to the floor.
It was an ordinary enough pocket knife, except for the dark substance coating its tip. He bristled upon recognizing it as dreamshade though mixed together with another substance. Likely one that made it deadlier, he mused as he picked it up, being careful not to touch anywhere near the poison.
"Nice try, dearie, but you'll have to do better than that if you want to kill me."
"Oh, but I don't. " George spoke, while another, more lulling voice also spoke the same words. Its owner standing behind Gold, who tensed in shock at the familiar voice. "On the contrary, I came back to stop that happening."
Dream World:
"Actually…." A voice echoed through the cottage, which suddenly felt colder as the hearth fire died out and left them standing in complete darkness. As dark as a tomb. "...it can."
"What? Who's there?" Belle tensed and grabbed Gideon protectively, realizing only then that the baby she'd been holding had vanished. Her eyes widened, searching the darkness around her frantically for any sign of the baby or clue to where it had gone. "Where's…."
"Mom, it's alright. Just calm down." Gideon grabbed hold of his mother, pulling her back towards him when she tried rushing into the darkness searching for the baby. "Stay here."
"But...my baby...your brother..." Belle trembled and pulled away from her firstborn, her eyes and senses locked on the darkness surrounding them. Peering into the lightless void, a snippet of her dream at the hospital flashed through her thoughts: that of the page with the words 'find me' written over and over. "I have to find him. I…."
"Mother, please. It's too..." Gideon beseeched, reaching out for Belle only for her to hurry forward blindly, searching for her lost child. He bit his lip, unable to bring himself to finish his sentence. How could he possibly tell his mother the truth about the child she sought? That the child - his Unwritten brother - was the mastermind behind his murder?
"No, no. This won't do." The voice from earlier muttered, its owner standing behind Gideon. There was a snap of fingers and their surroundings were once more lit, this time by an orb of pure magic floating just below the ceiling. It illuminated the whole cottage, allowing Gideon to see Belle on the far end, searching for an exit. He hurried towards her.
"Mother…."
Belle frowned, now that the cottage interior was once again illuminated she saw there was no door along the wall. Yet just before the hearth fire died, she swore the door had been along this wall. That's why she ran towards it. Her chin scrunched up as she thought, her eyes shifting towards the other walls just in case.
"...search all you like, there's no door." Nemesis muttered and sat down in a wooden chair by the hearth. Sighing, he started picking his nails, his youthful face reflecting only ennui.
"But ther…." Belle faltered mid-reply, having turned around enough to see both Gideon and the youth. Her cerulean eyes widened, lingering on Nemesis, drinking in his eye shape, skin tone, and cheek bones; the way he glowered at his fingers focused on what he was doing, his brow knitted in concentration. It reminded her of…. On the whole, she wasn't sure, but the scowl reminded her of her husband, while the rest reminded her of a portrait hung on the wall of her family's armory back in the Enchanted Forest. Placed above a suit of silver and steel armor, the painting was one depicting the knight Isobelle, her family's oldest known ancestor. And whom her parents had often mentioned she took after growing up.
Nemesis glanced up, the quiet baffling him. He'd been expecting his would-be mother to make a fuss or question his certainty about the door. Or simply question his presence. What he hadn't expected was this prolonged silence. "Hm?"
"Oh!" Belle gasped the moment the youth glanced at her, recognizing the deep-brown, speckled with a lighter brown, irises. It all clicked in her head, and without hesitance she hurried forwards. "You're my son….my….the one Isaac wrote…." She muttered and reached out to hug Nemesis, overwhelmed by happiness and relief. "You…."
Nemesis scowled and knocked away the chestnut haired woman's arms, but didn't deny his identity. Nor did he react to the stricken look on Belle's face at the rebuff, instead opting to frown cooly at her. "What of it?"
Belle blinked back her tears, brought forth first by happiness then by anguish at her unwritten son's reply. The indifference in his voice, the way he stared at her like she meant nothing...it cut her deeply, like a sharpened iron poker thrust into her heart. "I…. You're my boy…my..."
"Please." Nemesis scoffed, sitting rigidly beside the hearth, and eyeing Belle contemptuously. "You only want me because you lost him." He gestured towards Gideon, who hung back unsure of what to do.
Belle blanched and flinched at the accusation, before quickly shaking her head. "No. That's not…."
Nemesis snarled and rose to his feet, standing just an inch or so taller than the chestnut haired librarian. "Don't lie." He spat, the light orbs illuminating the cottage sparking and a cold chill rushing through the air. The air felt heavy. "Don't!" Nemesis hissed when Belle tried once more to refute the accusation. "You would not even have thought of me if he hadn't died. I've seen that future. Observed every minute of it. You never once considered me in it."
"I…." Belle shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. She approached Nemesis, only to be rebuffed a second time, this time more violently. A gasp escaped her when Nemesis back-slapped her hand away, and glared down at her. Her chin quivered as she returned the stare, gazing into her unwritten son's cold brown eyes. "...I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Nemesis scoffed, dismissing the woman as much for spite as from genuine anger. "You think that's enough? Really?" His brown irises darkened, and he pulled away when Belle reached out for him a third time. "I was Unwritten. Do you have any inkling what that entailed? One moment I was alive in a bright and warm world, safe and loved. Then it all was abruptly wiped away, and I was left in an immense void, with nothing but brief memories of my 'life,' and no idea what had happened or why." He growled and turned back to his chair by the hearth, only instead of sitting down he disintegrated it with a wave of his hand. Its remains just dust piling on the floor.
Belle swallowed listening to her unwritten son recount his time in the void, which was at the heart of the Realm of the Unwritten. She shivered, silent tears running down her cheeks as Nemesis described it and how it nearly fully erased him. "I'm sorry. I…." Belle's voice broke, her arms shaking with the urge to embrace her unwritten son, but refrained from fear of being yet again rebuffed.
"Mother." Gideon hurried to his mother's side, and wrapped his arms around her to soothe her. Unlike his brother he noticed their mother's distress and sought to comfort her, whereas Nemesis simply turned away. "It's all right. It's…."
"No." Nemesis growled, still turned away. His gaze focused on a glass orb on the mantel above the darkened hearth. Through its reflective surface he watched his mother and brother, scrutinizing them secretively. "It's not. And an apology, no matter how heartfelt, isn't enough. An 'I'm sorry' won't give me what I seek. It won't..." He peered at Belle's reflection in the orb and listened to her sniffle, his thin lips twitching. His brown irises gleamed coldly. "...help bring me back."
Listening to her unwritten son, as well as Gideon who tried reassuring her against Nemesis barbed words, Belle sniffled, and glanced up. Dabbing at her eyes to clear away her tears, her cheeks glossy from crying, she mulled over Nemesis' shift in tone: his last few words were less angry, not by much, but enough. Latching onto the shift, her heart quickening in hope, Belle gandered at her unwritten son's back, going over the last part of his sentence. "Help...bring you back? You mean…."
Standing beside their mother, Gideon tensed as she stepped towards Nemesis, her face lighting up. The maternal longing in Belle's eyes was clear as was her hope, and he was loathed to shatter either. At the same time he distrusted his would-be brother. "Mother, don't…."
"Yes." Nemesis cut off Gideon, and turned his gaze to Belle. "I can be returned to the story."
Belle inhaled sharply, her cerulean eyes brimming with tears, but these ones of hope not despair. She reached out tentatively towards her unwritten son. "You mean...I can...I can be your mother...I can have you, my baby, again…."
"I can be your flesh and blood son again, yes." Nemesis replied, allowing Belle to grab hold of his arms, her eyes searching his. "It...it'll require a few things. But I can be brought back into existence."
"Mother, don't listen to him." Gideon grabbed hold of Belle's wrist, caught between his conscience, which implored him to warn his mother about Nemesis' cutthroat nature, and his heart which cautioned him against telling her Nemesis was Nemesis. If their mother learned her unwritten child had orchestrated his murder and that of her unborn child...Gideon feared she would break. "There's bound to be a great and terrible price to do what he says."
"Gideon…." Belle glanced at her deceased son, her chin scrunching up.
"Please, mother, don't listen to him. Look to the future, not the past." Gideon implored, Nemesis smirking quietly when his brother mentioned the future, as though laughing at a private joke. Gideon ignored him and squeezed Belle's hand, before embracing her in a full hug. "You can still have a happy future. And a future child, once the curse or whatnot Fortunato placed on you is dealt with."
"Ah, actually…." Nemesis interjected, earning a scowl from Gideon and a wide-eyed gaze from Belle. "It wasn't a curse Fortunato used when he stabbed you. Rather it was a potion. He only called it that before you sealed him away to act as a safeguard."
"Safeguard?" Belle muttered, searching her unwritten son's face, curious. Gideon wore a similar expression.
"Yes. Fortunato…." Nemesis paused, drawing out the other's name and reaching towards his mother's cheek. "Is powerful. I couldn't even stop him." He muttered, his lips twitching when he sensed Gideon bristling beside Belle, his brother worried about him revealing too much. Without even needing to ask or glance at his brother, he understood Gideon's fear about their mother finding out he was the leader of the Nemesis assassin group. "You did, though." He glanced down at their mother's hands, the faintest glow emanating from them in shape of a gilded-scarab marking. Belle shivered and followed his gaze to her hands, a mix of emotions filling her. "Now, the magic you used to trap Fortunato is powered by these markings...the symbol Nemesis adopted as...its...own."
"Mother?" Gideon swallowed and grabbed hold of her hand, reluctant to believe his eyes as he discerned the traces of dark magic exuded from those faint markings. Up until that moment, as he had missed many of the developments in the living world, Gideon had assumed Belle had used some sort of light magic to seal the assassin. "You didn't…."
"I…." Belle raised her hand up, glancing over both sides of it, and studying the marking, which tingled on her skin. Even now part of her regretted giving into the magic, but she knew she wouldn't have done anything different - she had sealed the bastard away and got revenge without killing.
"She did. She used the marks' power to get revenge." Nemesis answered Gideon, while their mother flexed her hands and knitted her brow at the persistent soft glow of the markings on her hands. "Setting aside the price of her choice and what that will mean, the markings themselves are a curse."
"Then...that means they can be dispelled by true love's kiss…." Gideon's face brightened, his eyes searching his mother's face as he grabbed her by her upper arms and drew her towards him. His exuberance mellowed slightly when she didn't look at him, but rather continued to silently gaze at her hands, lost in thought. "Mother?"
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BREAKING: Trump’s new hire just got BAD news. He DESERVES this.
Poor Anthony Scaramucci just got some bad news from his own wife. She’s divorcing Scaramucci after three years of marriage.
Scaramucci’s wife, Deidre Ball, made this announcement just a few days after he took over as White House Communications Director. And his new job is also, at least, partially the cause of this separation.
Ball married Scaramucci in 2011 after dating for three years. She also worked as a vice president in his investment firm SkyBridge Capital.
Ball likes working in the world of finance. She hates politics, though, which left her at odds with her husband’s new job.
It appears she got sick of her husband’s infatuation with Donald Trump, a man whom she despises.
Scaramucci also denounced Trump at first. After Trump won the nomination, however, he became obsessed with joining the Trump team.
Scaramucci saw this as a way to satisfy his ambitions for power. Sources say that he was “hell-bent” on getting a position in the White House.
He even sold SkyBridge to get ready for his new role in the administration. But he was blocked by former chief of staff Reince Priebus.
Scaramucci finally succeeded in getting what he wanted last week. But Ball quickly became sick of his thirst for power.
According to one anonymous source, “Deidre has left him [Scaramucci] and has filed for divorce. She liked the nice Wall Street life and their home on Long Island, not the insane world of D.C.”
Bell also couldn’t bear the thought of rubbing elbows with Trump. The thought of meeting this womanizer was enough to cause her to leave her husband.
The source continued, “She is tired of his [Scaramucci’s] naked ambition, which is so enormous that it left her at her wits’ end. She has left him even though they have two children together.”
It sounds like Scaramucci and Trump have a lot in common. Both have enormous egos and are always on the quest for more power.
Scaramucci hasn’t commented about the separation so far. Instead, he asked on Twitter for people to keep his family in their thoughts and prayers.
Leave civilians out of this. I can take the hits, but I would ask that you would put my family in your thoughts and prayers & nothing more.
— Anthony Scaramucci (@Scaramucci) July 28, 2017
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If Any Would Avenge: 27
Chapter 27: Dilemma
Lying on a cold, rough floor reminiscent of a dungeon, Killian's eyes shot open. His brain foggy, it took him a few moments and the soreness of his gut to remember about the cloaked woman and where she'd brought him. His stomach twisted and he lifted himself to his feet, while bracing himself against the pain from his gut. The air around him was cold and stale, tinged with a musty stench of mold. The walls damp, their gray cement hue only dimly discernible beneath the sparse electric ceiling light.
'I'm still in Storybrooke.' He muttered, glancing over the cement walls and electric lights. 'Or at least in The Land Without Magic.'
Glancing down the dimly lit corridor, he started walking forward, his eyes and ears alert for movement. The pain across his abdomen was already subsiding to a numb throb, only to instead fill with dread. It gnawed at him and at the lingering fog around his memory. There was something. Something he was forgetting. Something important.
Killian shook his head and pressed on, unwilling to spend the time trying to remember what he'd forgot. Not when he knew, sensed in his bones that those he loved were in danger. "I need to get to Emma and Sadie. That cloaked…." He groaned and nearly stumbled, his head throbbing as he tried to remember the cloaked woman's face. Her voice. It blurred the more he tried focusing on it, as though it was forbidden.
-"I've waited so long for this."-
A voice hissed in the pirate's head, the words distant like an echo of a memory hidden deep away. Killian gritted his teeth, ignoring the voice and the burning pain it triggered across his gut.
-"...didn't travel...years to...slip by me."-
The pirate drew in a deep breath, bracing himself using the wall as his gut roiled, the burning sensation stronger. It felt as though someone had repeatedly cut into his skin, not too deep but enough to make moving around a bitch. "...fuck." He swore and paused a moment, slipping his hand beneath his leather vest.
The moment he touched his stomach, he flinched, not just from the sharp pain as he touched his skin, but from the feeling of dried blood. He couldn't see them, but he felt the wounds on his stomach, crusted over with dried blood and pus.
"Bloody hell…." Killian groaned, his head throbbing.
"The Savior's…? You want Emma's daughter?" Gold gawked at the young man, surprised by the latter's demand. "Why? What could you possibly need with a newborn baby?" He asked, already thinking about all the various dark spells requiring a newborn or parts of one. His brown eyes narrowed, wondering which of such dark spells, if any, the youth sought to cast.
"That is my business. Mine alone." The youth replied brusquely, catching the furrow forming in the Dark One's brow and the glint of trepidation in his eyes. "Or are you having doubts about our deal already?"
"Of course not." Gold snapped, scowling at the young man. "I'm simply curious as to your reasons to want Emma's baby, or any baby. Certainly the child couldn't be much use to you, at least not enough for you to give up possession of the Dark One dagger so easily."
Listening to Gold, the youth tapped his lips, partly obscuring the gleeful smirk forming there. It widened as the Dark One's furrowed brow deepened and his eyes filled with suspicion. "...so you assume. But this child, Sadie, is special."
"Special? How so?" Gold inquired, curious. But to the Dark One's dismay the youth simply shook his head and placed his forefinger to his lips. Seconds after the gesture a cloud of dust surrounded the youth, obscuring him completely, and when it cleared he had vanished. Leaving behind nothing but silence and a single ebony feather.
x
Standing across from Emma and Killian's place, hidden by the shadows on the empty porch of what was William Kidd's house, Gold glowered silently. His eyes narrowed, many thoughts rushing through his head: some dealing with the 'coincidence' of Kidd's house being right across from the hook-handed pirate's, others with how he would manage to take Sadie. Hopefully without bringing suspicion upon himself - at least not until he had his dagger back and could leave for the Enchanted Forest with his full power.
But more than anything Gold thought about what his unwritten son had said. That Sadie was special. That something about her, something she possessed - magic or destiny or something - was worth the young man giving up the Dark One dagger. Worth surrendering his control over Gold, and his chance to take all the power of the Dark One for himself. Even now it chilled Gold thinking about how close he was to dying at his unwritten son's hand. Not since the first time he'd seen Gideon, grown up in Belle's dreams when he was trying to wake her from the sleeping curse, did he feel so horrified. And frustrated. The idea of his son not just hating him, but wanting to kill him, chilled him.
And despite denying and refusing to believe it every second of their earlier conversation, Gold knew the youth spoke the truth. The young man was his son from Isaac's book. A son whose personality was much like his own, cunning and thirsting for power. The only things missing was fear and a soft spot for loved-ones. Which only solidified his familial connection to Gold, as more than himself, the youth reminded him of his father. Peter Pan.
The youth was just as cold as the man-child. If the young man's chin and eye shape hadn't reminded him of Belle, Gold would've suspected he was some kind of trick thought of by the bastard who'd abandoned him. Now it was simply proof that the youth was the unwritten child.
His unwritten child, who wanted to kill him. Who relished the thought of killing him and taking his power. Gold wondered for a second if his own father had ever felt what he felt now. Knowing your own son wanted to kill you…it…. He shook his head, dispelling the idea that his father Peter Pan had ever felt similar to him now. The bastard who'd abandoned him had never wanted him, so it was unlikely he'd have been affected at all by Gold despising him.
Gold though wanted his sons. Always. Even the one Isaac had wrote for him in the book. The erased one. It mattered little that the young man's existence wasn't through natural means, he was his son. And the only child of his that was still alive. The only one he still had a chance to be a family with.
'But you do realize, don't you, who else he is?' His Dark One consciousness prodded, repeating its question despite his efforts to ignore it. 'His name. The name he took, it's echoed in your head since the moment you two spoke.' His imp voice crooned, appearing beside him as an hallucination. Chuckling coldly. 'Nemesis.'
Gold tensed, his jaw clenching at his Dark One's subconscious' words.
'That means, dearie, that he's the one who ordered Gideon's….'
"Shut up." Gold growled, stuffing away the thought firmly inside the deepest recesses of his brain. The idea the most unbearable. The most horrible.
'Fine. But it makes one wonder, doesn't it? If he can do that to his own blood, what will he do to Sadie? It's not like her young age will protect her.' His subconscious chided. 'You don't even know what he wants her for. Not to mention how it will affect your future plans.'
Gold flashed an angry scowl at the imp hallucination, his eyes gleaming with frustration and a tad bit of wariness.
'Come on, dearie. You can't hide the truth from me.' His imp form tittered, drawing up to him so that he was a mere inch or so away. 'You still want to corrupt the pirate's daughter. You still want to turn her dark for revenge. And for more than just Hook failing to protect Gideon.'
Gold sunk more firmly into the shadows of the porch, chilled but also lulled by his Dark One subconscious.
'You want him to pay for every transgression against you and yours.' The imp continued, his words followed by a mad giggle. 'Every. Single. One.'
Listening to his Dark One subconscious, Gold averted his gaze from the house, thinking about his plan and his premonition concerning Sadie. If Nemesis' plan for the newborn was deadly, if it risked the baby's life...that vision, that future revenge of his would be nonexistent. Worse, it would be his unwritten son who'd go dark, ur, darker, and yet another child would lose its life. For what?
"What does he want with her?" Gold muttered, glowering as he thought, trying to understand his would-be son. To imagine what the youth wanted. What, if anything, would be important to someone like Nemesis? Someone with the power to jump in at any point of time. Someone outside the story. Someone….
Someone…unwritten.
His narrowed eyes twitched, his scowling lips a thin line as the idea flashed through his thoughts, as clear and sure as one of his visions. Though it simply increased his befuddlement over Nemesis' actions. "Is that what he wants…to be rewritten into the story? But...why not just go to the Author? Surely Henry would've been able to write him back in. Why…?"
'Dearie, do you seriously have to ask why?' His imp self goaded, making a tsking sound before chuckling. 'Isaac wrote him to take after you. Ergo, he'd want what you would.'
Gold sucked in a breath and scowled at the floor of the porch without noticing it, realizing what Nemesis wanted. Or rather didn't want. "He doesn't want to lose his power. His ability to transverse to anywhere or when in the story. He wants to be returned to the story, but with his power intact."
'Hee hee. Right you are.' The tittering imp spoke, making a few grandiose gestures before cozying up close to him. 'And there's only one way he can accomplish that.'
"A powerful reversal spell. One cast on his page from Isaac's book." Gold muttered, his knowledge from his centuries of living and from being the Dark One meshing with his cleverness. "But that doesn't explain why he needs the pirate's daughter..." His eyes widened and he glanced back at the window leading to Sadie's nursery, a sickening feeling sinking in his stomach. "Unless…." Filled with curiosity, and with dread gnawing at his gut, he teleported himself into the baby's room, taking only the briefest of moments to check that no one else was around.
Appearing just a foot away from the crib, Gold peered down at the newborn and visibly relaxed upon noticing she was asleep. He still remembered how quickly he warmed to her earlier in the sheriff station, moved by his grief and paternal desire. Something he couldn't afford happening now, especially if his suspicion was correct.
"Now, now, dearie." He muttered, studying the newborn and debating how to proceed - to prove if his suspicion was right or not, he had to know what kind of magic Sadie had. Something more readily determined by seeing it in practice or testing a strand of hair - neither of which were feasible with the newborn. Babies seldom could use magic even when born with it, and like many newborns Sadie had little hair to speak of. "How to do…."
"Gah….Bhhr." Having woken up seconds after Gold started muttering, Sadie gurgled. Her wide blue eyes, filled with innocence, curiosity, and trust, gazed up at the Dark One. She smiled, reaching out for Gold, not at all afraid - far too young and innocent to know she should be wary. It nearly caused the Dark One to falter and teleport away to figure out some loophole to get his dagger back instead. Nearly.
"Shh. I…." Gold whispered, raising his hand in order to cast a sleeping spell on Sadie, lest she start bawling like the newborn she was.
It was in that moment that he froze and a strange feeling passed over his body. One quite like the times he crossed the town-line into the Land Without Magic. His eyes widened as he gawked at his hand, struggling to use magic but unable. His first thought was that Nemesis must have gotten hold of the chest and took the dagger back, but he quickly dismissed it. He wasn't being controlled, his magic was simply...gone.
"No…." He muttered, nearly giving into panic, until he realized his limp too was gone. His leg felt whole, strong, like it did before the Ogres War. Yet that wasn't…. Realizing the truth before even noticing that Sadie had managed to grab hold of his sleeve, he backed away quickly. The moment the newborn's tiny hand let go, he felt his magic flood back and his leg return to its crippled, but magically supported, state. Staring at the newborn, Gold's heart raced, horrified.
'Seems Nemesis was right, dearie.' His Dark One subconscious blurted, excited and amused. 'Sadie is special.' The imp paused, walking to the other side of the newborn's crib, and chuckling. 'This means your suspicion is on the nose as well. Nemesis….'
"No…." Gold shook his head, his stomach in knots.
'...is going to steal Sadie's magic and use it to renew his story.' The imp tittered, goading Gold. 'You'll once more have a son to dote on, dearie.' There was a pause, the manifestation of his Dark One subconscious leaning over the crib and flashing a heartless grin before continuing. 'There's just the one thing...this tiny, precious baby….' Another pause while the imp manifestation glanced down at Sadie, eyeing her emotionlessly except for an echo of his heartless grin twitching at his lips. '...will have to die.'
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