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sinner-as-saint · 2 years

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little nightmare

Morpheus x Reader

Run-through: Sometimes, though it is extremely rare, Lord Morpheus’ creations don’t go according to plan. And you were an example of that. You were meant to be a Nightmare but somewhere something went wrong and you ended up being a constant pain in his ass instead. You were uncontainable and you made it your life’s mission to annoy the King of Nightmares. And Morpheus, though cold, was not heartless so he couldn’t even bring himself to get rid of you - his accidental, beautiful but bratty creation. He could, however, punish you for your antics.

Themes: smut, bratty!reader, dom!morpheus, explicit language, spanking, fluff?

a/n: tag list for morpheus is always open :)

Very few had the nerve, or even dared to disobey the Dream of the Endless. You were one of those who went against everything he said, shamelessly.

Given you were a nightmare, it is understood that you wouldn’t be the nicest, or easiest to deal with. After all, nightmares were meant to be painful to deal with. But you surprised even the King of Nightmares at times.

“You know you are not allowed in my throne room, and yet I find you in here every single day. Is it that hard to do what you’re told?”

You turned your head to the side at the sound of his alluring, dangerous voice and you found him standing just a few feet away from where you sat. “No, but it sure is boring.” You stated, smirking up at him, earning a cold glare from Morpheus.

“Get up.” He said, standing so still that he looked like a marble statue.

You remained planted there on his throne and said, “No, I’m rather comfortable.”

After a few seconds of silence Morpheus said, “I am not in the mood to deal with-,”

You cut him off, rolling your eyes at him, “Yes, yes not in the mood to deal with me being a brat, blah blah blah. It’s always the same with you, my Lord. If you didn’t want me here you should’ve never made me in the first place.” You stated like it was a fact.

“Yes.” He agreed, “That was a mistake.” He said, sounding as cold as ever. “Now get up. Go annoy someone else. I have work.”

You frowned at him, “But no one ever wants to be around me. Lucienne chases me out of her library, Gregory is gone, and all the other-,”

He cut you off, “I do not care. Just leave me alone.”

“Rude.” You pouted, huffing as you got off his seat. Before you got down the many stairs, you turned to look at him. And he almost rolled his eyes again as you said, “I’m leaving, for now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Morpheus didn’t say a word. He just watched you as you walked down the stairs, your pretty black dress trailing behind you. He shook his head gently. You could be so annoying at times, but you were so adorable - not that he’d ever admit it to anyone - that he couldn’t help but overlook your mischief.

You were an enigma. He made you, but even he had trouble figuring you out at times. Some days you’d tone down the brattiness, other days you’d find yourself in ridiculous situations and then talk back fearlessly when he pointed it out.

Each time Morpheus saw you, you were always in dark and flowy dresses. Some days when you roamed around aimlessly in his castle, you reminded him of a gothic princess. Beautiful, mysterious and enchanting.

He could get rid of you permanently if he wanted to - and as frequently suggested by Lucienne - but as much as Morpheus hated to admit it, he knew that his days would become somewhat monotonous without you around to cause some trouble. Your banters, your brattiness - it was all part of his routine now.

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Like promised, you were there to annoy him the next day. Except he wasn’t on his throne, he was looking out of the stained glass behind it. With a frown on his face and an arrogant pout on his lips which suited him so well.

“Uh oh, is this a bad time?” You teased him, “Am I interrupting some-,”

He cut you off by turning to face you with a serious look on his face. “What did I say about you going to the waking world without my permission?”

Shit. Of course he found out about your fun little trip to the waking world last night. You shrugged, “The other nightmares get to go. Why can’t I?”

“They go because they have to fulfil their duties.” Morpheus was using that tone which meant that he was not to be messed with.

But that never bothered you. So you argued, “What about me? I never get to do anything, I-,”

“And for good reason.” Morpheus said, his voice dangerously low.

You frowned. “That’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not.” He said, “And you better stop disobeying me like this. If I ever find out that you have been out and about when you shouldn’t, I will personally drag you back to The Dreaming if I have to.”

Oh that tone of his irritated you. You scoffed, “If you’re that worried why not just use your precious jewel and get rid of me then? But you won’t do that, would you? Because getting rid of me would mean that you’d have to admit you made a mistake while making me. And you’re too arrogant to ever admit that.”

Your words made the silence which followed heavy. Morpheus just watched you with that poker face of his which could make one tremble in fear. But you stood your ground. You always had.

A few moments later, he spoke up. He took a few steps towards you and stopped just mere inches away from your body. He sounded like he growled as he said slowly to ensure that the words stuck, “Watch your mouth, little nightmare. Know your place, and most of all, do not forget who you are talking to.” He still had that damned pout on his damned irresistible mouth.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little afraid of that tone of his. You would also be lying if you said that his words didn’t send a shiver down your spine which ended right in between your legs. Making your body throb and making you squeeze your thighs together under the dress.

With the faint smirk on Morpheus’ lips, something told you that he knew. He knew about the way your body reacted to him using his authority.

You finally spoke up. “I apologise, my Lord.” And for the first time ever, you apologised for your behaviour.

Morpheus didn’t let it show, but he was certainly surprised at the sound of apology coming from your lips. And he knew that only more trouble would follow. Because a devilish nightmare like you could not be contained.

And you did it again. One night, you fled The Dreaming. And the moment Morpheus was alerted, he travelled to the waking world in search of you.

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There you were, up to no good - partying in the waking world at some random club. You didn’t even care what time it was, or when you were meant to return back to The Dreaming. You scoffed just thinking about it, nobody wanted you there anyway.

You needed some air after a while, so you stepped outside. And you thought of Morpheus as you pushed the heavy doors which led to the alley behind the club.

You scoffed again, speaking out loud to yourself, “Who is he to tell me what to do?” You leaned against the cold metal doors and took a deep breath, “He can sit on his throne and brood all day and all night, and… and, he can be all ‘I am Dream of the Endless and you should fear me for I will give you nightmares for the rest of your insignificant life if you do not bow down and kiss the ground I walk on’” You mimicked Morpheus in the deepest voice you could muster.

But then… “Do I truly sound like that?” A voice spoke up from nearby. The alley was dark, and dimly lit. But you could easily tell it was Morpheus. Who else would it be? You sighed in defeat, not daring to look up and meet his eyes.

You groaned in defeat. Instead of talking back like you normally do, you stayed quiet. Because you knew that no matter what, you would surely be punished for what you’ve done. Even when being a brat just for the sake of pissing Morpheus off, you knew that what you’d done was bad. Irresponsible and possibly dangerous.

“Just… just do it. Use your fancy stone and turn me into a pile of sand already.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and stared at the ground.

He was quiet, then took a few steps towards you and he was weirdly calm as he asked, “Why?”

“Why?” You let out a dry chuckle. “Because I’m useless.”

“Do you truly think so?”

“I’m not a nightmare. Not a proper one. I’m definitely not a dream. I know you’ll never admit it, but what I am is a mistake. You did something wrong and I came to be and now you don’t know what to do with me.” You finally faced him, with defiance all over your face which he knew all too well. “So either get rid of me, or fix me.” You demanded.

Morpheus was quiet, as still as ever. He waited for a moment then said, “You do not get to tell me what to do, or give me an ultimatum of any kind.” His voice did that thing where it went as cold and dark as night. Morpheus approached you, steadily and slowly - making your heart raced with each step he took in those boots. His smoky voice spoke up again, “I will not get rid of you nor will I fix you because you do not need it. I will, however, punish you for defying me.”

You scoffed in the face of the King of Nightmares. “What punishment, exile?”

Morpheus smirked. A rare occurrence really. And just as lethal as it was rare. “No,” He whispered, wrapping his long fingers around one of your wrists. Then tightened his grip slightly to prevent you from running. “Let’s go home, little nightmare. Your punishment is long overdue.”

The timbre of his voice made you tremble just a bit. And before you knew it, you were both in Morpheus’ throne room.

“Didn’t you tell me never to step foot in here ever again?” You asked.

Morpheus went ahead and sat down on his throne, looking at you standing just a few feet away from him. “Yes, but when have you ever obeyed?”

You stood there not knowing what to do. Something was different about Morpheus tonight. His eyes, his demeanour. His voice, his stance - it all seemed… darker. And it was not just because there was no other light in the room other than the moonlight coming through the stained glass in abundance. It made the room silvery but the lighting was not what made Morpheus seem more sombre than usual. It was something else.

And the air was thick with tension.

“Why are we here at this-,”

He stopped you with an authoritative hand gesture, then said, with a voice low and dangerous, “I ask the questions. Starting with what do you think you’re wearing?” His eyes trailed down your body, slowly, taking in the short, black party dress, the see-through tights, the sexy boots, and all the metal accessories. “You look more like you belong in Lucifer’s realm than mine.”

You gave him what can only be described as a bratty smirk. “Now that I think about it, maybe that’s where I belong. With Lucifer. After all, that’s where all aberrations belong, isn’t it?”

You could’ve sworn Morpheus growled at the sound of that. At the sound of you leaving, like you were not allowed to. Then with a voice which can both console and scar he said, “What I create belongs to me, dreams and nightmares alike.” He paused then added, sending shivers down your spine, “You belong to me.”

You let those words sink in. His. His. His.

“You’ve been rather deviant lately,” He spoke like a bored monarch. “And everyone in the realm has been telling me that I should keep you in line. That you need to be disciplined. That you never do as you’re told.”

He was chastising you and yet… it made you clench your thighs together. And with the way his eyes followed the subtle movement which your short dress did nothing to hide from his stare, you knew he knew it too.

Morpheus kept talking, “For too long I’ve ignored them, thinking that you’d mend your ways. But it seems, little nightmare, that you are indeed in need of… a firm hand.”

You shivered. And it wasn’t just because of his words, or that seductive voice of his. It was the anticipation. The excitement mixed with the fear of what’s to come.

“Come,” Morpheus said, softly. Manspreading arrogantly on his throne, he said, “Bend over my lap.”

You blurted out, “What?” Heart racing, fists clenching and your body throbbing.

He smirked. Those perfect, kissable pink lips forming the most infuriating but pretty smirk you’d ever seen, “You heard me. On my lap, now.”

Your body moved on its own. Stepping closer to Morpheus, eyeing his lap in lust and excitement, but also nervousness. There was no ‘non-awkward’ way of doing this, so you moved as gracefully as you could and arranged yourself over his lap. Your face closer to the ground as you balanced yourself over his knees. Your dress rode all the way up in this position, surely exposing your butt. You waited. Exposed and a little shy now.

Morpheus was quiet, unmoving save for his warm hands massaging your exposed butt cheeks through the thin tights. You almost moaned just at his touch. He groped and pinched and petted your flesh like it was his to play with.

“I want you to count for me.” He said. “And I will stop the moment you tell me you cannot take it anymore. Understood?”

“Understood.” You said, your voice sounding a little different given the position. That, and you were breathless already. Your words earned you an unexpected smack on your ass.

“Try again.” He hissed.

Fuck. “Understood, my Lord.”

“Good.” He whispered, lifting the hem of your dress and exposing even more of your butt to him. He was so very quiet that you didn’t know when to brace for the spank. Then again, his throne room was always quiet.

You waited. Silence. You waited some more. More silence. Just the faint sound of his fingers brushing against your tight-covered flesh. Silence. And then a tear of stretchy fabric. You gasped.

Morpheus had torn your tights, exposing your bare flesh to him. Then, before you could fully process it or question him, he lifted his hand up in the air and brought it down to spank your ass.

You yelped, “Ow!”

Morpheus spoke in that deep voice which lured people into his realm each night. “I said, count.”

“Okay, okay. One.” you muttered, more like hissed since the spank hurt a little. But it also left behind pleasant tingles.

“You’d better start counting properly or I will start all over again. We have to get till ten, you understand?”

You exhaled, loudly. “Yes.” You said it in that bratty tone Morpheus knew very well. Then, you felt a pinch on your butt. Which made you yelp again, “I mean yes, my Lord.”

“Good.” He said with a voice that made your heart flutter. “Now count.”

He spanked your ass again, allowing his hand to linger on your skin a little longer this time, caressing where his hand landed. You whined, then said, “Two.” You could feel warmth all over your body.

And it wasn’t just the borderline humiliating position that left you all open and exposed for him. It wasn’t the fact that you were both in his throne room, where he normally dealt with serious matters - matters which required his attention way more than a bratty nightmare.

It was just him. His calculated actions, his words, his voice, his body language. It was knowing that that lean, taut body focused solely on you. And you couldn’t see his face but you knew he had to have that slight pout on his soft, pink lips which made him look so kissable even when he was all dark and broody.

“My Lord…” You gasped, “Please. I’m sorry.” You whined again, wiggling just a bit on his lap.

Morpheus placed a hand at the back of your neck, squeezing just a little. Like he was letting you know that ‘look, you’re at my mercy and I can touch you here as well if I want to’. It only made you wiggle even more.

“Oh?” He taunted. “So now you apologise?” He said, pinching your butt again. Followed by another spank. “Now you’re sorry?”

“Three.” You said, almost moaning at how good the sting felt, and heard him chuckle quietly under his breath. “Please… please,” You murmured.

“You want me to stop?” He asked.

To which you replied quickly, “No, no. I just…”

“What?” He asked in that very Morpheus ‘no bullshit’ voice.

Your face burned as you said, “I want to come, please.”

Morpheus made a sound, something between a loud exhale and a pleased hum. “I see that.” He said, his fingers trailing down towards your wet folds where he could truly see how badly you wanted to come. “You’re all wet down here,” he said, stroking your folds. “But you can’t have your way so easily, can you, little nightmare?” He cooed and lifted his hand and spanked you again.

“Four.” You whined, sighing in pleasure as he spanked you one more time, hitting the same spot on your butt, “Five.” Then another one, “Six.” You were wiggling so much that Morpheus had to hold your body down with one arm while spanking you with the other.

“Stop moving so much, or I will stop.” He threatened.

“No!” You protested, “Please, don’t. Don’t stop.” You unconsciously pushed your ass up in the air and Mourpheus almost chuckled at your excitement. Almost.

Instead he spoke, while lazily rubbing the tip of his fingers up and down your wet slit making you shiver, “Maybe I should stop. And send you away for the night. You’ve been so bad lately, maybe you do not even deserve my attention.”

That only made you want to grind against him even more, moaning just at the sound of his voice. “No…” You murmured quietly, “No, please. I want more.”

“Very well then.” He said, and spanked you again.

You hissed and moaned, mumbling, “Seven.” His spanks stung a little more now, but it was the kind of pain you wanted more of. You whimpered in pleasure and pain as his hand came down on your ass again, “Eight.” And again, “Nine.”

“Good. Very good, little nightmare.” Morpheus said, his fingers moving downwards to play with your clit again. “Are you ready for the last one?”

His voice made your whole body tingle. It was addictive and you were breathless, “Yes, please.”

He grunted as he spanked you one last time. “Ten.” You said finally, moaning shamelessly on his lap all exposed.

“Up.” Was all he said, lifting both his hands off of your body and waiting for you to get up.

You did, quickly. And before you stood up fully, Morpheus pulled you onto his lap again but with you straddling him on his throne this time. You winced as your sore butt brushed against the fabric of your dress.

“Ow.” You mumbled as he guided his hands over to your butt again, caressing it through the dress.

“Does that hurt?” He asked almost like he was teasing you, looking deep into your eyes.

You nodded, whimpering as he grabbed your hips and ground you against him. Not only did the movement make your butt sting even more, but it also teased your throbbing clit as you pressed against his erection.

You moaned and whispered with tears of frustration in your eyes, “Please…” Your hands found themselves against the fabric of his coat, and slowly you slid your hands beneath it, seeking the warmth of his powerful body. “Please,” You murmured again, looking into his piercing eyes.

Morpheus looked down to where your thighs parted as you straddled him. You both looked down then, watching his hands rub up and down your exposed inner thighs. It was more arousing than anything, watching his hands run up and down your skin like that, like he owned it and it was his to touch.

“You want to come?” He asked, his voice so deep that you felt the vibrations of the sound of it against your palms that were currently pressed against his chest through the material of his dark clothes.

You nodded.

“Go on then,” Morpheus said, “Make yourself come.” He pointed down to his erection and you almost whined in displeasure.

Of course, of course he would make you do all the work. This was punishment after all. So you did. Your hands reached down in between your bodies and eagerly, rapidly undid his pants to free his cock.

You whimpered under your breath at the sight of him, then you went on to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking his hard cock, making him throw his head back and grunt under his breath.

“Go on, you little troublemaker. Put it in.” Morpheus said - more like ordered.

You lifted your lower body off his, pulled your torn tights and underwear to the side and slowly lowered yourself down on his cock, earning quiet moans and groans out of both of you as you sank down on him. You were wet enough for his cock to slide in, but your body still resisted just a little bit, enough for him to have to thrust up the tiniest bit for it to fully fill you up.

And you gasped as he did. You looked at him, his head tilted back a little, his hands resting on either side of your waist. His pretty lips parted just a little, and you couldn’t resist leaning in and sliding your tongue into his mouth. You moaned against his lips, stroking the top of his mouth as you lifted up and sank back down on his cock.

Morpheus growled into your mouth, his hands rubbed up and down your thighs again as he urged you to move. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, feeling you beginning to squirm against him, “Well go on, fuck me.” He grabbed your hips in place and gently thrust his hips up and you moaned wantonly as you felt him fill you up.

You moved against him so deliciously; lifting your lower body just the slightest, before sliding back down on his cock, you whimpered as you felt him snug inside of you each time. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. It gave you a warm rush just thinking about where you were and who you were fucking.

You whined, feeling him stretch you out each time you moved up and down his cock. “Morpheus… please,” You gasped as his hand slipped between the two of you and found your clit, he rubbed the swollen bud lazily. “Oh…”

“You see, little nightmare? See how well behaved and polite you are after being punished?” He taunted you while you lost your mind each time you lowered yourself down on him. “Maybe we should’ve done this long ago, right when you began misbehaving.” His voice sent chills down your back.

So you moved faster, impaling yourself down on his cock and whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely each time, feeling him reach deeper into you with each thrust.

“But now? Your bad behaviour will no longer be tolerated.” Morpheus said, watching you as you sped up even more, riding his cock like you couldn’t bear not to. He caught the way you winced every now and then each time you felt the sting of his previous spanks, and a twisted part of him loved it.

It was weirdly arousing to see the contrast in your appearances; him still clothed with his cock out, and you with your outfit ill-fitted on your body, your tights torn and your underwear pushed to the side carelessly just to fit him inside you. You, straddling his lap and desperately fucking yourself on his cock while he sat back on his throne like a god and did nothing but watch you lose your mind to the pleasure.

“I suppose we will find ourselves in this very situation time and time again if you keep acting up like you normally do.”

His words had you groaning and whining as you took more of him. The thought of doing this again… oh it excited you more than anything. Your lips brushed against his each time you moved up and down his cock, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his eyes.

You couldn’t help but speak out the thoughts of your lust-drunk mind, “Your cock… feels so good,” you mumbled, worried that he might just use that against you and deny you the orgasm you’ve worked so hard for.

“Do it now?” He teased, maintaining his arrogant calm and composure even as you fucked yourself on his cock. “Show me how good, come all over it for me.” He growled in that voice that felt cold and menacing, but also erotic.

And you did. Moaning and whimpering, squirming and whining. His deep voice encouraged you as you rode him. You didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Morpheus, finally, kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came hard, feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you did.

Morpheus came right after you, groaning and spilling inside of you and filling you up as you trembled and squirmed against him. You caught your breath, leaning forward and pushing your face into his neck to catch your breath.

He let you use his body for comfort, let you rub your face against his neck like a kitten. Let you kiss up his neck and jaw and his mouth. All while he had a faint smile on his face as he looked down at you, still a bratty mess on his lap.

“Will you behave now? Or at least try to?” He asked the moment you pulled away from his lips.

You stared deep into his eyes as you said, “I will try. Only if you promise to punish me again when I don’t.”

#morpheus x reader #morpheus smut #the sandman #dream of the endless

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waywardangel-wilds · 17 days

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Putting this here so I don't lose it. I think this would be fun to rework into a longer version for ao3.

I had an idea (I wrote this on my phone, forgive all the random mistakes):

Catnip asked me to help her out with training. I didn’t mind, she’s never been the best at snares. Plus, it was time with her. But, as usual, the merchant got priority. I hadn’t been all that excited about teaching boy wonder, I’m still not that thrilled, but I can be nice. That’s what Katniss likes now right? She likes ‘em nice.

Anyway, whatever. Today’s the first day. I told Ma’ I’d be late from hunting so I could help Katniss out. She took the Quarter Quell announcement really hard. I did too, obviously. Every Sunday’s gonna be a long day, but it’s for the best. We gotta get Katniss home for good this time, no strings.

I’m just walking up the Victors Village hill when I spot her. She’s sulking on her front steps, covered in sweat. My mouth goes dry. She looks really good. She doesn’t notice me though, she’s too busy glaring at Mellark who’s standing in front of her.

“That wasn’t your best time.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk to her like that before. Guess I got used to the sappy stuff, like everybody else.

“I’m not doing that again,” Katniss snaps. She’s glaring at him as if she wants him to drop dead. I’m surprised he doesn’t.

“You’re beating that time,” he starts saying as he shucks off his sweaty shirt to use it like a towel “tomorrow.”

Katniss doesn’t say anything in return. She stands up and walks past him, making sure to knock into him with her shoulder.

Peeta turns to stare after her, “that’s gonna cost you another twenty minutes, you know.”

She flips him the bird, but doesn’t bother sticking around. She keeps walking in my direction, “Gale!”

“Hey,” I smile. She nods at me. “You ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s Haymitch?” The last half of her sentence she directs to the guy behind her.

“Probably passed out somewhere by the fence,” he snorts, taking a long drink from a bottle of water. He thankfully pulls the shirt back on. “I’ll get him, get started.”

Katniss rolls her eyes but lets Peeta leave without saying anything else. She crosses her arms, “come on, let’s practice in the house.”

I’m expecting her to head to her place, but she walks past it, going down the street towards some other house I’ve never been to.

“Where are we going?” I ask. “Haymitch’s?”

“Peeta’s. No Prim or mom, plus it’s clean.” She answers. She jogs up the steps and pushes the door open, “come on!” She says when I don’t follow right away.

Great, now I have to be in his house. “I’m right here.”

“Layouts the same, put your stuff in the living room,” She jogs towards the kitchen and I follow her at a slower pace.

I watch her turn on the tap and stick her face into the water, splashing the sweat off and taking a long drink. “What?” She asks once she catches me staring.

“Nothing,” I shake my head. I wander over to the kitchen window, looking around for anything… interesting.

“Ugh, he sucks!” Katniss whines behind me. I turn around and find her digging through Mellark’s fridge. “There’s nothing worth eating in here,” She opens the fridge wider so I can see all the vegetables in there. “Not even bread.”

I make a noncommittal sound, “yeah”

Some noise from the front door interrupts us. “Katniss!” Mellark.

“Crap.” She closes the fridge and grabs my wrist, yanking me into the living room. “I’m in here!”

“Walk,” I hear Mellark snaps at someone. Probably Abernathy.

Katniss plops herself down on a couch and I put my bag on the coffee table. Haymitch and Mellark come into the room. Mellark shoves the older man in front of him.

“Don’t make me shank you,” Abernathy groans halfheartedly and drops himself into the spare cushion next to Katniss.

“I’d love to see you try,” Mellark scoffs, side stepping around the couch. “You can’t even see straight.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Let’s just start,” Mellark says curtly.

“Would you quit being such an asshole?” Katniss says, but Mellark just stares at her, arms crossed with and a blank expression. “Show us what you brought, Gale.”

I glance at all of them, clear my throat and pull open my bag, kneeling down on the floor once I’ve got the wire and rope on the table. “We’ll start with the basics,” I say.

I start off showing them some easy traps, simple knots. Mellark crouches nearby to get a better look, accidentally knocking against Katniss’s knee. She leans forward to have a better look too, but she knows this stuff. While Mellark is frowning down at my fingers she picks up some spare wire and slowly arranges the trap. It’s a small thing, good enough to catch a curious rabbit, if you’ve got a branch nearby. Mellark turns to look at what she’s doing, reaching out to put a hand on her wrist to slow down her movements.

I watch him, frowning. Katniss doesn’t seem to notice he’s touching her at all, and honestly, I don’t think he noticed he did it either.

I brush it off and glance at Abernathy to see how he’s doing. I raise my eyebrows when I realize he’s snoozing against the couch, not a care in the world.

“Yeah that’s good,” Katniss says, picking up the loop Mellark made to inspect it. “We should probably practice setting these outside so you can see how they actually work.”

“Hm,” Peeta says dismissively. “Show me something else,” he nods, directing the words towards me.

I can tell that Katniss is bothered by his attitude, but if Mellark notices he doesn’t seem to care. It sucks to see it gets to her, but I’m glad there doesn’t seem to be anything going on between them.

I spend some time showing him a basic wire snare. I can tell Katniss checked out a while ago, she isn’t looking my way. She’s picking at some of the string in front of her without really seeing it. Mellark is paying me very close attention, so I’m surprised when he suddenly jumps up.

“You’re hungry,” he says.

“What? Oh yeah.” Katniss puts a hand to her stomach. “I’ll go back home-“

“No, come on.” Mellark motions for her to follow him into the kitchen but she stays put.

“Don’t bother, I’m sure there’s food at the house.”

“Come,” Mellark takes her hand and pulls her after him.

“I don’t need you feeding me,” Katniss grumbles but she goes along with him anyway, a small smile she hides from him tugging at her mouth.

I show up at the same time the week after that. I don’t find them outside though. I walk over to Mellark’s house again and find Haymitch drinking moonshine on the porch.

“Where is she?” I ask.

“Good morning, how are you?” Haymitch says sarcastically. “She’s inside with the boy. Might as well give em a few minutes if you value your peace.”

“What?”

“They’re fightin’. I don’t know a whole lot, but even I know when to leave something alone.” He chuckles and takes another drink. “Don’t tell em you saw me drinking!”

I ignore him and keep walking past him. You can’t hear any yelling or anything else that sounds like a fight so I push the door open and walk over to the living room.

“Catnip..?” The question dies in my mouth.

“Ugh, get off!” Katniss is struggling, trying to kick out Mellark’s legs from behind her but missing. The guy’s got her arms held behind her back, half on top of her one the ground.

“You can get out if you do it like I taught you,” he shifts his grip to compensate for her struggling. “Come on, go for the weak spots.”

“Get off of her man,” I take a step into the living room, dropping my bag to the ground along the way. “She told you to get off!”

“Gale, it’s fine,” Katniss blows some of the hair out of her face and looks in my direction. “I can figure this out, give me a sec.”

“You can wait over there, if you want.” Mellark nods towards the couch without looking at me, he’s too focused on Katniss. “Go for the leg for real this time.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Katniss snaps and keeps trying to pull her arms free. Mellark’s grip doesn’t budge. I stay standing close by. “Gale, it’s really fine. Go outside if you want, we’ll be done in a minute.”

“I’m gonna stay here.”

Mellark ignores me. “You’re already dead. You think anyone in the arena’s gonna give you this much slack? Huh? Kick!”

“Shut up!” Katniss puts all her force into throwing her shoulder back, knocking Mellark backwards. She tries to crawl away from him in the confusion, but he catches her right away, crawling on top of her and locking her wrists down with his elbows.

“What’re you gonna do now?”

“Ugh!” She tries to pull her hands free but it’s futile. Mellark shifts his weight from one hip to the other. Katniss’s feet scramble against the floor but find no purchase.

“Think it through, how do you get out?” Mellark asks, staring down at her. Katniss moves her head around, trying to get her bangs out of her face but Mellark smooths the hair back with a free hand. “Come on, stay cool. You can figure this out.”

Katniss is frowning. She looks beyond pissed. She gets one of her feet flat on the ground and uses all her strength to buck at him with her hips. Mellark merely shifts his weight again and slams hers back down to the ground.

“Damn, buy me dinner first.”

“That,” Katniss’s expression breaks and she laughs. “That’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” Mellark heaves himself backwards and off of her, settling onto his knees. He offers Katniss a hand to pull her up. “We can try again some other time.”

“Fine,” once she’s seated she busied herself with fixing her messed up braid. Mellark steps past me and out of the room.

“Sorry that took so long,” Katniss is saying. “Peeta really wants me to do well at close combat.”

“Yeah, that’s what this is.” I can tell my expression is bitter because Katniss’s smile drops. “Let’s just get started.”

“Who the fuck sold to you??” We both hear Mellark shouting from the porch. “Tell me! What the hell did I say, Haymitch?!”

Katniss cringes but hops up to her feet. She starts rearranging the furniture. It had been moved to make space for their little wrestling match. “Haymitch was drinking again?”

“Yup,” I say.

“That sucks. Just when we got him in a better mood he goes and blows it.” She shakes her head.

Anyway I spent wayy longer than I intended writing this! Hope you liked it!

#fanfic #everlark #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen

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bruhhxiao · 4 months

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𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑝?

Simon ghost riley x fem!reader

Summary: He helped you after your grocery bag broke. (!Biker Simon!)

>au starting note; I apologize if there are some grammar mistakes, English is my first language!

It was around 18pm Simon was on his way home after he gave Johnny a ride to his flat, his attention was taken by you. You were on your knees on the cold and humid cement trying to organize your lost groceries meanwhile people ignored you as they walked beside on the sidewalk. At first he thought you could find a way to go home by yourself but when he saw you taking your jacked off using it as a beg he pulled over helped you get the groceries.

You thanked him but when he met your gaze he couldn’t ignore the redness that was now forming on your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“Did you call someone to come get you?” He asked because he noticed your buzzing phone and it was one of your roommates.

“No actually I think I can handle it by myself sir…”

He stood in front of you taking his leather jacket off.

“I’ll give you a ride back home. Take this.” He just lean the jacket to you.

You take it. He helps you getting behind him, he tells you to place your jacket full of groceries on your lap and wrap you arms around his waist so you did.

“How much distant?”

It was a bit distant but he still wanted to take you home safely. “Why don’t you take the car?” He said before starting the engine.

“I don’t own one, sir.”

“Simon. Call me Simon” You wrap your arms around him and give him indication to your house. The ride was calm there wasn’t to much traffic but it felt like time has stopped after you rested your head on his back.

Once he killed the engine you realize you were parked in front of you house. You rush to get off, Careful, Careful he said offering you his hand that you didn’t take because you were busy taking the helmet off.

You thank him and he bows with his head. You gave him back his jacket telling him how grateful you were.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” You said immediately when we was about to jump on his motorcycle.

He didn’t say anything he just shook his head and started the engine but there was a feeling, you didn’t want him to go yet. You told him your name and he looked back before putting his helmet on.

“Nice to meet you…”

From that day you didn’t see him anymore. You were watching tv in the living room, it was a lazy Saturday night and you’re roommate was annoying by asking how hot she looked in her new dress.

“This guy asked me out.. I think he’s rich so I’ll give it a try” she said twirling around the hallway.

“You have work tomorrow don’t get too high…” You rolled you’re eyes. She is a nice person but she is annoying sometimes.

The sound of your phone woke you up. You answer wiping your drool, it was a male voice and the Scottish accent was strong. Apparently your roommate was really drunk she couldn’t stand straight.

“I’m sorry my lady but me and my friend came with a motorcycle and it’s a bit too dangerous drive her in that state” He tried to speak with an British accent, is he drunk too? Maybe but the most important thing was that she wasn’t in good hands. You put some decent clothes on and walked to the bar, the only fortunate thing of that night was that the location wasn’t too far.

“Here is she..” The Scottish guy was waiting out side holding your roommate. You take her and thank him.

“Yo Ghost shall we go too?”

I turned around to see the man wearing his helmet while a huge guy with covered face walked towards the vehicle. “He reminds me of someone…” you thought and you were sure you met him somewhere and you knew that maybe he was thinking the same because he couldn’t stop staring at you. He was about to start the engine.

“Are you Simon by any chance?” You turned to them.

“Yeh Ghost I didn’t know you were into cute girls mate.”

He immediately explained how he may you and right after he started the engine.

“That’s not nice of you Lieutenant.. I’m Johnny pleased to meet you miss. Next time why don’t you join us huh? Your friend gave me her number we can meet sometime, is that alright with ya?”

You could feel Simon’s piecing gaze on you, electricity running through your spine. You looked back at Johnny with a soft smile.

“I’d like that but unfortunately I’m not into partying…” you tried to find an excuse, you knew in that moment Simon was bothered.

“Who said it’s gonna be a party?”

Hi people! I’m new writer on this platform and I was thinking about making a series for this story!

My bad English isn’t my first language so I apologize if there are some mistakes!

#ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost simon riley x reader #soap cod #soapghost #cod x reader #call of duty #cod x you #ghost fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod mw2

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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hi! 💕

for the drabble game: "it's okay, i couldn't sleep anyway." with yoongi. hurt/comfort, superhero/supervillain au, please! thank you! 💖

you and i:

pairing: supervillain! yoongi x superhero! reader

genre: fluff || the mildest angst || non-idol au || technically enemies to implied lovers?? || superhero/ supervillain au

summary: you commit treason, and there's only one person you'd ever trust with your life

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: mentions of death/ murder, mild angst, sort of flufff?? there isn't really much to tag? i didn't proof read this, that's a warning because i usually read over my stuff 3 times before releasing it

notes: i wrote this in less than an hour as a quick lil gift for everyone <3 so if there's mistakes seriously there isn't!! drabble game is closed, so please don't send a request in!!

drabble masterlist || my full masterlist

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The moonlight felt almost palpable, that if you were to look down it would spill through your fingers like runny nectar. It cut across your face like shards of fogged up glass, hanging roofs of alleyways flushing you in the partial shadows.

Any other night you would have stopped to admire her beauty— any other night you’d be locked away in your apartment. Except tonight was a little different, and not the good kind of different.

You had no time to stop, feet falling forward in rushed steps, because if you stopped now then surely they’d find you.

You stumble over your own feet, halting at the steel staircase, winding up in a crooked spiral.

You take a step back, peering both ways over your shoulder from the alley way to make sure no one was close enough to follow you. The soles of your shoes clank against the metal, legs dragging you up two stairs at a time.

You tilt your head to look up at the moon as you balance on the rooftop’s ledge, one wrong step and you’d sure to stumble to the ground. You doubt it would kill you— only give the people you were running from an advantage over your escape.

You stop when you find your salvation, knuckles rapping against the wooden door in quick succession.

You rock on your heels, tongue wetting your bottom lip.

You lift your fist to knock at the door again, only for it to open. Yoongi’s eyes widen a fraction before his shoulders relax.

“If you’re here to bring me in, come back in the morning” he waves you off, fingers tightening their hold around the door, moment away from shutting it in your face.

“Actually—“ you suck in a breath through your teeth, “Actually, that’s not why I’m here. I need help”

Yoongi peers out of the door, feline eyes squinting, “Come in” he beckons, kicking the door closed behind him.

“I’m sorry I know it’s late, it’s just—“ you push your palms into the sockets of your eyes, “I didn’t know where else to go” you admit, a soft pink hue dusting your cheeks.

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyways” he slinks into the living room, “Got yourself into some trouble?”

You swallow back the lump in your throat, backs of your eyes stinging ever so slightly as you take a seat opposite him on a chair.

“We both know I was never the most morally correct person, even in my field of work” you start, “And that a lot of people want me dead”

Yoongi hums, slouching a little on the couch, “How bad?”

Your foot taps against the floor, leg bouncing, “Pretty bad” though it comes out barely above a whisper. “I’ll leave tomorrow, I just needed some place to stay for the night”

“You’re brave, stepping into the house of an enemy” he starts and a smile teases at the corners of your lips.

“Barely” your shoulders curl in on themselves, “You’re more of a friendly foe in the grand scheme of things now”

“You thinking of quitting the union? They were never good for you anyways, always feeding you this richeous bullshit-“

“I have no choice but to leave”

Yoongi sits up at that, “Pardon?”

“If I ever step foot back in that building, I would never leave, and they’d probably display my head somewhere at the gates”

“What exactly did you do?”

You blink, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your mind reels over how much you should share. You knew Yoongi would ask at some point, but you hadn’t exactly expected it to be so soon.

“Treason”

Yoongi barks out a laugh, “Treason?”

You nod, “We both know I hated it there”

“And you hadn’t thought to just leave?” He shakes his head, “They won’t stop until they kill you, you do know that right?”

“Of course. I know too much” you huff out a laugh, “If I let one little secret slip, then it’s all over for them. Some people would pay millions for this stuff”

“And you plan to sell it?” Yoongi sits on the edge of the couch now.

“Not unless I truly need to, I’ve shared enough for now. And the money I got is enough to keep me going for a while”

You can see the proud glint in Yoongi’s eye, scar cut across his face barely visible in the dim lamp light of his home.

“That’s bold. Even for me— I wasn’t sure if you had it in you”

You shake your head, “You had always said, You and I are more similar than we give each other credit for”

“You never fit in, in that shitty old hero’s union”

“I had never planned to stay forever”

“Why did you?”

Your head tilts slightly, eyes flitting to Yoongi’s mouth and then back up to his eyes, the faintest smile gracing your face as you wander into curious eyes, “That’s a secret”

You peer around his apartment, barely a home beyond the bare necessities. And you suppose for a man constantly moving to hide from people like yourself—or at least who you used to be, holding onto things would only ever weigh you down.

“Have you ever thought of travelling? Further than this town, better places” You meet Yoongi’s eyes, wondering if he can see the vulnerability radiating off your body in thick waves.

“I’ve considered it. Why?”

Your lungs are flooded with air, “What about—“ you scoot yourself closer to the edge of the couch, “What about us?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, “Us?”

“Yes. I know technically we’re not friends, at least you might not think we are, but, what do you think about the two of us travelling? Together?”

“Would you like to know the truth?”

You hesitate to nod, wondering if this is where whatever you and Yoongi have sinks, tugging your heart along with it. And you can ffeel the dread bubbling inside of your chest.

“I only stayed here, because of you”

“Then, may I tell you my secret?”

Yoongi nods.

“I only stayed at the union because it gave me an excuse to come find you, as the one overseeing your file, it felt like the perfect excuse”

“And you hadn’t though to ask me if we could just, put our views behind us and be friends?” He asks, a laugh ready to drip off his tongue.

“First off, our views are very similar. It was extremely difficult to get into the union in the first place with all their morally right shit. Second, I could have sworn you didn’t like me”

“I never said that!” Yoongi points an accusatory finger at you, “So what’s our plan?”

Your eyes widen by a fraction, “Was it really that easy?”

“It’s not like I’m holding onto anything else here except you” he shrugs, “Why, having second thoughts?”

You shake your head, “No. Quite the opposite actually. I’m incredibly excited”

“A truce then?” He outstreches his hand for you to shake.

You gladly take it, “The start of a new team?”

“Of course” he laughs.

You push yourself to stand, slinking over towards Yoongi. You bend down, “And maybe something more” you press a kiss to his cheek.

“Gladly” he cups your cheeks, pulling you down until his lips pillow yours, and you're falling just that little bit faster for him.

☆ as always, feedback is appreciated. and thank you for reading!!

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts angst #yoongi fic #bts yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #bts au fic #bts au #bts non idol au #bts au fanfic #yoongi x you #yoongi

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calxkrbd · 1 year

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forever (cw. death, might be ooc. albedo x gn!reader)

Grieving was already hard enough, what more when knowing you were the cause of the love of your life’s death? Albedo wished he could turn back time and rewind his past mistakes, just to ensure a tranquil forever with you.

“Albedo,” I hear a voice behind me.

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was, “Leave me be, Kaeya.”

I heard him shuffle closer towards my table, “Come on, Albedo. They’re waiting for you.”

I’m not one to lose my temper but everyone’s been on my nerves lately. I faced him with a grimace, “If you’re not here to talk about work then you may as well leave.”

“Albedo,” He had that sympathetic look on his face again. “You need to see them.”

I hated the way he looked at me with pity. It’s what everyone’s been looking at me with ever since they passed away.

My hand formed a tight fist, “(Y/N) got killed because of me.”

Kaeya frowns, “You're not the reason they did-”

“They would still be here with me if I just went with them.” I could feel my chest tightening, “It should’ve been me.”

“It should’ve been no one.” Kaeya shakes his head, “They were ambushed, Albedo. It wasn’t your fault that they got caught up in it all. No one saw it coming.”

I stayed silent to let him know that I didn't want to talk about it anymore. Kaeya seemed to notice that I wasn’t in the mood and sighed defeatedly. I turned my back to him and tried to focus on what I was writing, but my vision clouded and I could feel tears prickling in the corner of my eyes. There was only silence for a couple of minutes and I thought that Kaeya had already left, but I felt a hand lay on my shoulder.

“If you ever want to visit, you know where to find them.”

“You’re here!”

I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm as I neared Windrise, “I told you I’d show up.”

You sheepishly smiled, “I wasn’t expecting you to show up since it seemed like you were busy, Albedo”

“I’ll always make time for you, (Y/N).” My eyes averted to the bouquet of windwheel aster they had in their arms, “Did you pick these?”

You nodded, “I need them for this experiment I’ve been working on and-“

You continued talking. You were always talkative around me, it was something I noticed. We bring out a side of each other that no one else but us can see.

“Oh, it’s nearing midnight.” You frowned. I never noticed how time passes by so fast whenever I’m with them. “Let’s go back, Albedo. We both have somewhere to be tomorrow.”

I nodded, holding out my hand. “I’ll walk you home, love.”

You flushed, a vivid red that could rival a ruby, “No no, it’s fine. I still have to pick up a couple of things before going home.”

“Are you sure?” I was hesitant, but you insisted that you'd be alright.

“I'll get going then,” I planted a kiss on their forehead, “I’ll see you later.”

Never in my life have I ever regretted doing something, not until that moment.

“A part of me died with you that night,” I whispered to no one in particular.

It was cold tonight, and I could hear the faint tune of a lyre being strummed across the graveyard. I leaned my head onto my love’s headstone and tried to fight back my tears.

No matter how many times I've tried, pretending to remain stoic became harder day by day. I buried my face in my hands and stifled a cry.

I would’ve never gone here under normal circumstances because of the guilt I feel to the very depths of my soul, but it was unfair for me to not at least pay my respects. It was no use avoiding going here too. Drowning myself in work wasn’t something (Y/N) would’ve wanted me to do and no matter how hard I mourn and even if I cry tears that could rival the ocean, it wouldn't bring them back.

They were gone for good, and I had to come to terms with it.

Not even in my next life would I want to spend it with no one else but them.

"I'll love you forever, Albedo."

“Forever?”

“Yes.”

Every crevice of my heart was and will still be yours. I’ll love you forever too, my love, even if your forever is shorter than mine.

#( 🤍 ) - calxkrbd #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #albedo fluff #albedo angst #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #kreideprinz

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specialagentlokitty · 29 days

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Mr Evershed x student!reader - hidden art

Hi. Can you please do prompt #42 (from the new set) with Mr. Evershed? Somewhere along the lines of that he spots the tattoo on one of his students. - Anon 💜

42: “Nice tattoo.” “Thanks.” “What’s it mean?” “No idea.”

Sitting on the wall, you flicked to the next page of your book, taking a sip from your water bottle and you set it back down.

It was quiet in this part of the school during lunch, and since you weren’t a big fan of other people, you enjoyed sitting here instead.

It’s probably why you were easy to find, because when the door nearby opened you looked up from your book and you gave a small smile.

“Good afternoon Mr Evershed.” You greeted.

“How’re you today?” He asked.

Putting your bookmark into the book, you closed the book and set it aside.

“I’m good, what brings you out here?”

Mr Evershed sat on the bench and gestured for you to go over to him so you did. Gathering your things you made your way to the bench and sat down.

He held out a bit of paper to you which you took and quickly read over.

“Basketball competition?”

“I know our school focuses a lot on football and rugby, but you seem to enjoy basketball the most, I thought maybe you would be interested in playing on a team outside of school.” He smiled.

You nodded your head, folding the paper and you put it into your bag.

“Thank you sir, I’ll take a look later.”

He smiled at you, gesturing to your book.

“And what are we reading today?”

“A collection of French poetry from the 19th century.”

“French? I didn’t know you could speak French.”

“Oh I can’t, I can read it. I can understand if someone talked to me in French but I actually can’t speak the language, I’m not very good with the pronunciation.”

“Ah, right. Well, it certainly makes a difference. Would you say it’s a good read?”

“Absolutely, it’s good. Very different to other poetry I’ve read. Though there are still some works that nothing can beat, a few works by Shakespeare for example.”

He chuckled a little bit, nodding his head in understanding.

You took another book out of your bag and held it out to him.

“Maybe you would be interested in this, it’s a series of letters from world wars one and two that have been compiled into a book.”

He took the book from you.

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to give it a read and have it back to you at the end of the week.”

You always gave him something to read, mostly old books, you never read modern literature, telling him it didn’t have the same effect as old literature did.

And since he was an English teacher you thought he would have interest in looking them over, which he did.

He liked to encourage people to keep their hobbies, to peruse them if it was something safe and of course not against the law.

He’d made that mistake once and it resulted in graffiti all over the school.

But you weren’t a trouble maker, you kept to yourself, you work in your classes, you had good grades, passing grades at least.

The bell rang and you picked up your stuff, giving him a small smile.

“See you later sir.”

“Have a good afternoon, and remember it’s non uniform day tomorrow!” He called.

You nodded, making your way inside.

The next day you went into school, it was some sort of festival going on.

You weren’t really paying attention when it was being explained, all you knew was that you didn’t need to wear uniform, and there was activities inside and outside.

But you weren’t interested in any of them, you thought it was just a waste of your time, so you made your way into an empty classroom, sitting on the windowsill as you read.

You head your headphones on, listening to music, blocking out the noises of everything and the people all around yelling and shouting.

Because you were listening to your music, you weren’t aware of the door to the classroom opening and closing.

The moment Mr Evershed walked in he stopped, looking over at you.

“(Y/N)? Why aren’t you outside with everybody else?”

He waited for a reply, and when he didn’t get one he began to make his way over.

As he got closer, he noticed the colour on your arm, but he realised that wasn’t it.

He reached out, tapping your shoulder with the papers he was holding and you turned to look at him.

Setting your book down you pulled your headphones down.

“Hello sir.”

“Hello to you too. What brings you here?”

“I don’t want to partake in the festivities, they aren’t really my thing. People and loud places.”

He hummed a little bit.

“Right, sorry. I forgot. How are you? Are you alright in here?”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet so it’s not so bad over this way. Plus I’ve got my music and book to keep me company.”

“Good, I’m glad. Do you mind if I sit with you while I grade some papers.”

You gestured to the classroom.

“Go ahead.”

He sat at one of the tables and you jumped down to join him, sitting down with your book as you carried on reading.

Mr Evershed used this as a chance to look at your upper arm again to confirm his suspicions.

“Nice tattoo.” He said.

You looked up, grinning a little.

“Thanks.”

“What’s it mean?”

You gave a shrug.

“No idea.”

This made him chuckle.

“How long have you had it for? And I’m rather sure that it’s illegal for you to have a tattoo.”

“You would be right on that, it is. But, I can get one with a parents approval from certain places, it was my birthday gift last year from my dad.”

“I see, do you mind if I take a look?”

You shook your head, pulling your sleeve up so he could see the whole design.

It was of a tree, he wasn’t sure what kind of tree it was, maybe a willow tree or something similar, but where it should be green it was covered in all sorts of colours, all in a watercolour style.

“It’s really nice. Out of all the students here you’d be the last one I’d suspect if a tattoo.”

You laughed a little, pulling your sleeve back down.

“I’m careful to hide it, it draws too much attention.”

“Well, as long as you keep it hidden I can’t see any wrong with that.”

“Thanks sir.”

He nodded, turning back to his paperwork and you went back to reading.

You were just a bundle of surprises, and even now there was still a lot that nobody knew about you

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you

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arazialotis · 1 year

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Get Him to the Con - Part 3

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 3800

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Language

I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as hobby. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

The night crept up on you faster than you knew, and you would either have to kick him out or call off work tomorrow. But how could you help it? There was an empty pizza box to your right and a Bowie record spinning on the entertainment stand. Both of you sat on the floor. Jensen backed up against the couch and you against the chair, your feet barely nudging against one another. You were dangerously close to playing footsie like a giddy middle schooler. If this night never ended, it would still be too soon.

“Okay, okay.” He settled a chuckle, completely oblivious to the time. “What did you want to be when you grew up?”

You scoffed. “Easy. A paleontologist.”

“Really?” He popped an eyebrow, surprised.

“Truly. Second grade. Everyone was a princess, an animal, or a ghost; I went as Alan Grant.” Jensen’s confusion was clear. “Jurassic Park!” You exclaimed.

He scoffed. “No.”

“Swear to God.” You put your hand to your heart.

Jensen threw back with laughter. “Man, I need pictures of that.”

“I’m sure my mom has them in a scrapbook somewhere.” You swirled the remaining beer in the glass before yawning.

Jensen looked at his watch. “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” He stood up. “I didn’t mean to keep you so late.”

Your heart sank, but you got up to match his stance. “Oh please, no. It was worth every minute. Like I said before, truly a dream come true.” You met his eyes and blushed, breaking away again. “Um, do you have a place to stay? I have a guest room that could be made up….”

He cut you off. “No, that’s okay. I have a room booked at the Marriott downtown.”

“Right, of course.” You tried to hide your foolishness. “That’s a really nice place. If you have time in the morning, check out the waffle place across the street. Will not disappoint. Do you need a ride?” You offered.

“No, I’ve kept you long enough. I’ll get a cab or uber this time.” He lightly chuckled. He blushed and looked down at his hand, fiddling with his thumbs. “I’d, uh, like to stay in touch, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah, yeah. That’d be,” You tried to contain your composure and settled on a word. “Cool.”

“Awesome.” His smile beamed. “Let’s do this again sometime.”

*** Three Months Later ***

Jensen stayed true to his word. The two of you occasionally chatted on the phone but mostly texted. Afraid to take advantage or worse, afraid to come off as annoying, you mainly waited for him to initiate the conversation. But every time you saw his name come across your screen, your heart raced and fluttered, and you couldn’t deny you longed to see him again.

Your phone chimed, and your toes curled with excitement seeing his message. ‘You free to talk.’

You stepped away from your desk, popping your head up above the cubicle wall, and looked both ways for lurking supervisors. You shot him back a quick ‘yes’ before sneaking away to find an empty office. His call came through as soon as you shut the door behind you.

Your heart fluttered. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Y/N. Hey, morning. Or is it afternoon? I can never keep track of the time difference.” He mumbled as you chuckled. “Anyways, how are you?”

“Oh, pretty much the same. Waiting for that clock to strike five so I can get outta here.”

“Right? My day’s just begun, and it’s already dragging.” His voice matched your sentiment.

“You filming?” You asked.

He yawned. “Yeah, eventually. In costume and makeup, but apparently, there is a lighting issue, so just running over some lines until it gets sorted out.”

“Hopefully, they figure it out soon, so you don’t have to pull another all-nighter this week.”

He scoffed. “Man, I hope not.” There was a brief silence. “So, I was thinking….” He paused.

“Yes?” You urged him to continue.

“Well.” He sighed, almost as if he was afraid to continue. “I have a proposition.” Silence again.

“What?” You tensed with anticipation. “What is it?”

“Okay, this might be totally crazy, and I understand if you can’t cause its last minute. But I was, uh, thinking, what if we redid our trip?” Jensen nervously stumbled through the proposal.

Your mind froze, unable to comprehend. “Uh… trip?”

“Yeah. You know, like the road trip to the convention. But we’ll plan it out this time, and I’ll be sober.” He softly laughed. “There’s one in Denver just over two weeks.”

You had trouble finding the words. “You want to drive together. To Denver?”

“Yeah!” He exclaimed. “I just got my schedule and have a few days off beforehand and was thinking it would be fun to redo our adventure but where I actually remember most of it.”

“You want to go on a road trip? To Denver? With me?” You couldn’t believe it. He had to have lost a bet.

He mistook your confusion for disinterest. “Yeah. I mean, if you can’t get off work or don’t want to, I understand….”

“No!” You interrupted. “I… I’m just a little shocked, but I’d love to!”

Jensen softly chuckled. “Awesome. I will be out to pick you up next Thursday. That way, we can split the journey into two nights and arrive by Saturday evening.”

You were still breathless, trying to comprehend this reality. “Yeah, okay. How can I help plan?”

“Hmm.” He thought about it for a second. “How about you handle the snacks and get a good playlist or podcast going, and I’ll have the rest taken care of.”

After the call, you held your phone to your heart, not entirely believing your reality, trying to piece together what would have prompted such an outlandish suggestion from him. Regardless of the questions swimming in your head, it would be impossible to focus on anything other than next Thursday.

Jensen ended the call with a beaming smile on his face. He had been dying to see you again and couldn't think of a better way to get to know you more. Over the phone was one thing, and you stayed friends, but perhaps this trip together could further the relationship and open up the possibility of something more. He sat down from his pacing, waiting for the lighting issue to resolve itself.

His co-star was not as enthused. As soon as the call ended, he abruptly dropped the script he was pretending to read as he shamelessly eavesdropped. He leaned over the side of his chair.

"Are you out of your mind?" Jared said in a low whisper.

Jensen brushed his knuckles against his lips, lost in thought, before realizing Jared had asked him a question. "What?" Only then did the words process, and he understood what had been said.

"She's a fan." Jared shifted, hoping to keep this conversation as private as possible for Jensen's sake.

"She's a friend." Jensen corrected.

Jared could barely keep from rolling his eyes. "Someone you've known for less than three months and only have met twice." He attempted to make his friend see reason. "And one of those times doesn't even count because you were blackout drunk."

Jensen's eyes narrowed. "I remember what happened." Most of it, he added only in his thoughts.

"That doesn't change the fact that you don't know anything about her." He said through gritted teeth. Jared was attempting to remain calm, to let his frustration not show, yet the very person he was trying to look out for was making that difficult.

"I know a lot about her. I know that she is loyal. I know she is selfless for not only saving my ass but the entire convention and asking for nothing in return. I know that she is honest. I know she has never once taken advantage of me or my status. Though she very well could have. Hell, I think she goes out of her way to ensure she doesn't." He paused. "Most importantly, I know how I feel about her."

Jared leaned back and scoffed. "How you feel about her?" His eyebrows raised. The inflection in his voice conveyed everything he thought about such a ridiculous notion.

"Don't look at me like that," Jensen said.

"Like what? I'm not…." Jared started.

"Like a condescending asshole. I know what I'm doing."

"I don't think you do; you've been spiraling downward ever since Elena. I thought things were finally starting to look up. That is until you lost all sense of rationality…."

Jensen stood up and threw the unreviewed script in the chair. He was close to finished with this conversation. "I hit rock bottom three months ago, and Y/N pulled me out. I'm finally feeling like myself again after everything Elena put me through. Y/N's a big part of that. I know… I know you're just trying to look out for me, but once you meet her in Denver, I know you'll come around."

Jared crossed his arms, unconvinced. "If she takes one out of Stephen King's playbook and Misery's your ass, I'm not coming to save you."

Jensen's mouth hung in a horrified expression. "Thank you so much for putting that in my head."

He turned to leave, hopeful of getting an update on the lighting situation and if they'd be out before 3 AM this time.

"Was it enough to kick some sense into you?" Jared called with a smile.

Jensen shook his head but didn't look back, pressing forward. "Not in the slightest."

***

Once Thursday rolled around, you quickly learned that Jensen did not have the rest of the details taken care of. Late morning rolled, and he had texted you he was on his way from the car rental. You waited anxiously on the brick stoop with your suitcase and a snack basket ready to go. He soon pulled up your drive in the newest model Chevy Impala, painted black, of course. He stepped out of the car, sunglasses already in place, and flashed you a wide grin. You tried your best not to be starstruck, but you couldn’t quite come to terms with the fact that this was happening. Sure, you talked occasionally, but it wasn’t like the two of you were on best friend/traveling buddy status.

“This is insane.” You muttered under your breath before matching his cheery expression.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed your name with arms open wide.

You met his embrace and squealed when he picked you up and spun you around.

“Ah! It has been too long.” You remarked once back on your feet. “How are you?” You squeezed his shoulders and then grew embarrassed from the contact. You withdrew your hands immediately and smoothed down your shirt.

“So much better now, you have no idea. A long weekend with nothing but driving is exactly what I need.” He beamed. “You good? You look good.” Jensen smirked.

You nervously laughed. “I’ve been good, but I'm glad you called; I've needed a break myself. Looks like you upgraded?” You pointed towards the Impala.

“Oh, not at all.” Jensen feigned heartbreak. “Nothing will ever be as good as baby, but the studio would never let me take her, so this is the second-best.”

“Well, I, for one, will appreciate the Bluetooth connection and modern AC.” You teased.

“That’s fair.” He agreed with your analyses. “Though I still think it’d be fun to get a ‘67 out on the road someday. Got everything you need?” He gestured towards the suitcase.

“And more. I’m a chronic over-packer. Never know what situation will arise or when you might need fifteen pairs of underwear for a long weekend.” You blushed when he chuckled. “Let’s get this show on the road before I divulge any more embarrassing tidbits.”

Jensen went for your suitcase. “I’d very much like to hear more embarrassing tidbits.”

You followed along with the snacks in tow as he brought your luggage to the trunk. “Seeing as we have a few days together, I’m sure you will be privy to several.”

As he put the suitcase in the trunk, you stuffed the snacks in the back seat within easy-reaching distance.

“Whose taking first shift?” You asked. “I’m happy to drive; you’ve probably been traveling quite a bit already.”

He swung around to the front. “I still got plenty of energy in me.” He flipped the keys once in his hand before settling in and starting the engine.

You slid into the passenger seat and got adjusted. “In that case, I’ll navigate.”

He put the car in gear, braced his arm on the passenger seat to get a good view out the window despite the rearview camera, and backed out of the driveway. You took a deep breath and tried to focus on anything but the flexing arm so close to you. Loose bits of gravel crunched underneath the weight of the tires.

“Just gotta head west, I assume.” He said once out on the road.

“Roughly, I guess.” When he didn’t elaborate further, you attempted to clarify. “Is there a hotel address for our first stop I can plug in?”

“Oh, not at all.”

He lifted his hand off the top of the steering wheel to check his speed as your heart beat a little faster, trying to understand what he meant.

“Thought it would be fun to do things the Winchester way.” He looked at you and grinned brightly.

“The.. . the Winchester way?” You tried to envision Sam and Dean driving down the road but came up blank, feeling like you missed out on an inside joke or something.

“Yeah, just driving ‘til we reach our destination and figuring out details along the way.” He explained. “Course with us; if we see something we want to stop at, we’ll stop, and maybe once we are ready for dinner, we can find a local motel or something. An old school single-level building, doors straight out to the parking lot, no vacancy signs.”

Your eyes went wide with panic, but you tried to contain it. “So just to confirm, when you said you’d figure out the details, the plan was to have no plan.”

“Yeah, I mean, I got the flight here and the car, but I was thinking how fun it would be for some spontaneity. See where the road takes us. And uh, based on what happens, I could channel the experience for some character inspiration.” After pulling up the ramp onto the highway, he looked you up and down, and realization dawned on him. “Oh god. You hate it, don’t you?”

“No. It’s great,” Your voice cracked. “If you’re into bed bugs and Norman Bates.” You mumbled the last part, but he still caught it.

Jensen chuckled. “If you hate it that much. We should have no trouble reaching Des Moines today. You can call and reserve us a spot at a Hilton or something.”

You took a long breath in. “No. It’ll be fine.” You weren’t sure if you were convincing him or yourself. “Spontaneity, as you said. I can be spontaneous.”

He bit his lip. “Are you sure about that?” He teased.

You shot him a deadpan look as has he changed lanes to pass a semi. “Driving strangers to Tennessee on a whim. Not spontaneous at all.”

He raised a free hand in surrender. “Fair. Fair.” He agreed.

After a few moments, you broke the silence. “So what are we listening to?”

“Oh, I don’t care. You pick.” He offered.

You smiled, setting up the Bluetooth. “That is not the Winchester way.” He glanced at you, confused. “Driver..”

It hit him, and he joined you in saying, “Picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole.”

“Uhhh…” He racked his brain. “TV Girl.” He finally settled on a band.

You brought it up on Spotify, starting with their first album. And let the music settle in. “Interesting. Not what I expected.”

“And what were you expecting? Despite mine and Dean’s persona, it's not country and rock n’ roll 24/7.”

“Blasphemy.” You interjected.

Jensen chuckled. “I change up my listening patterns quite a bit to help stay sane. But don’t look so distraught; plenty of Zeppelin will come.”

You passed the time with ease, conversing with things like books, shows, hobbies, work, and family. Though you were glad Jensen was in a better place than when you first journeyed with him, you could tell this time around he had a better filter in terms of disclosing too much personal information or continuous flirting.

“So, uh, what did you tell your friends and family about this trip?” Subtly Jensen was hoping you’d divulge what you’ve shared about him to those closest to you.

“That I got the spontaneous urge to go hiking.”

Jensen shook his head, pressing his lips together containing a grin, knowing you were still salty about his earlier comment. “Were they shocked 'cause that’s so unlike you?” He teased.

You nudged him with your elbow, and the car swerved slightly in response, but he only chuckled.

“They were excited that I was braving out on an adventure on my own, trying new things, and hopeful that a handsome man would save me when I inevitably twist my ankle miles into the trek.” You defended, trying to morph their initial concern and worry into something positive. “Sometimes it is hard being single when everyone around has their somebody.”

He nodded his agreement and understanding.

“Sometimes it makes life more exciting too.” You added, knowing you would never have stumbled across this opportunity if you had been tied down.

Jensen wrung the steering wheel in his hand, lost in his thoughts. It seemed everyone around him had already found their someone, while he jumped from one relationship to the next. He thought he had found the one with Elena, but as soon as that dick with bigger star power swept her up, he quickly realized she was using him to get ahead and make a name for herself.

He cleared his throat, breaking the thought. “So you didn’t tell them you were already traveling with a handsome guy who will be sure to save you if anything should arise?”

“No, no, no. That would have brought about way too many questions.” You were horrified at the thought of explaining it all to them and breaking Jensen’s privacy.

“Do they know about us at all?” He asked, and you gulped, the phrasing as if you were in a relationship.

You stretched out the words, uncomfortable with how many truths you had skirted around them. “They know there’s a guy I occasionally talk to, but nothing serious or details or anything like that.”

Jensen huffed out a laugh. “Just so you are aware, that could quickly change if we are spotted together. I try to keep a private life, but it's not always guaranteed. You might want to consider if they’ll take it better finding out from Instagram or directly from you. Coming from you would also give you a chance to dispel potential rumors or gossip.”

“Yeah.” You thoughtfully considered. “I guess being spotted together is such a slight chance, and if it did happen, it would just give us more time before I turn into another leech asking you for favors cause this person will want an autograph, and this person will want a meet you.” You raised your hands and shook them, exasperated. “Ah! This dynamic between us sucks.”

“Hey,” It was his turn to nudge you. Not teasingly but meant as encouragement. “It’s not that bad, I promise. It’s part of the job that I’m used to. And leech? That’s a pretty harsh word. I think I’d recognized if you were a leech by now.”

You laughed defeatedly. “Leech was one of the kinder words you used to describe everyone around you last time we were in a car together. And you were inclined to be more honest in that conversation.”

He sighed and thought about it as he passed another string of cars. The yellow fields around you broke way into a dense forest and then back again.

“I was in a bad place, Y/N.” As if driven by instinct, he reached over, about to nestle his hand on your thigh but caught himself. He placed it on the gear stick instead. “I don’t know what I told you or what you already know, but I had recently been dumped. I thought Elena was the one. Even went out looking at rings once. But she told me she wanted to be in the movies and that I didn’t have the talent or status to get her there. And so she found someone else who did. That, combined with The Family Business, conventions, and everything else, I let the stress win. I’m in a much better place now and would never think that of you.”

Though you were grateful he was being open with you, you still found it hard to buy. “Your rational mind says that, but in your subconscious….” A loud gurgle cut you off.

Jensen laughed as another rumble, even louder than the last, practically echoed through the car. He was relieved that the serious tone had been interrupted.

“Good to know. You get hangry.” He concluded.

“You have to be angry to be hangry.” You corrected.

“Well, hangry is a lot easier than combining hungry and despairingly pessimistic.” He joked.

“I’m not that hungry.” You tried to defend until your stomach betrayed you again.

He tried and failed to hold in another chuckle. “Well, I am. So let’s put all those snacks you brought to use.”

You caved easily. “Fine. What do you want?”

You turned around in your seat to start fishing.

“Whatever you're having. Just to tide us over until we can find a decent spot for lunch.”

“Fuck.” You cursed. The basket had slid to the driver’s side at some point during the trip. “Hold on a second.”

You unbuckled, causing an annoying beeping to start sounding as you crawled over the console, half of you in the back, and your ass, unbeknownst to you, at an optimal angle for Jensen’s viewing. As you reached for the basket and sorted through the choices, Jensen did his best to keep his eyes on the road. He failed when he caught a glance in the rearview mirror and automatically turned over his shoulder for a better view.

Quickly he snapped his attention back to the road, then looked up as if there was a god in heaven that could deliver him. He licked his bottom lip and pressed them together, unsure if he wanted to be saved.

Shuffling, you returned up and clicked the seatbelt into place.

“Sorry about that.” You said, completely unaware of his dilemma. “Cheezits or granola bar?”

His mind was still elsewhere. “Yeah, um, sure.”

“Course there’s more back there those don’t satisfy.” You offered, your mood already lightened with food in hand.

“No, no.” He objected. “A granola bar sounds great.”

You unwrapped the top half and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” He said before taking another slide glance at you.

His heart pounded against his chest, like a caged bird flapping its wings. He chuckled to himself once more before taking a bite. A blood-sucking parasite was the farthest thing from his mind when thinking about you, subconscious or otherwise. He desperately hoped he had the strength not to fuck this up. TV Girl was still playing in the background. The track Every Stupid Actress came on, and despite the chill vibes, he loathed the lyrics.

"It's time for Zeppelin." He announced.

"Finally!" You exclaimed, shifting focus from snacks to changing tracks.

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Part 4

#jensen ackles #jensen x you #jensen x y/n #jensen x reader #supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #spn fandom #get him to the con

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neytirisblog · 2 years

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Elvis and his lady both trying to be sneaky and buy each other something else for Christmas without the other finding out. It can be their first Christmas together as a couple. Double cute points if you can have both of them going to the other’s moms, asking for advice on what to get.

Ruined Surprise

| Pairings: Austin!Elvis x Fem!reader

| Summary: Christmas is a few days away and you can’t think of a good gift for Elvis, when you do find a good gift everything goes bad, but does it?

| Warnings: none.

| A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I currently have about three other stories I’m trying to work on :) not proof read please lmk if there’s any mistakes so I can correct! I also feel like they would try to be sneaky but fail.

It was Elvis’s and I first Christmas together, I was extremely nervous, I mean we’ve been dating for a couple of month and what if I get him something he doesn’t like?

What if he hates it? Maybe he wouldn’t hate it but what if he really disliked it.

His music career was currently sky-rocketing, he was making it to the top.

He was making so much money, what if he got me something expensive? Hell, I could never top that.. I don’t even have that much money! Just from what I’ve been saving up.

What if he doesn’t get me anything expensive and I’m just embarrassing yourself? What do I get him.. I decided to call the one person who knew him a little better than me.

“ Gladys? Hi! Is Elvis there? Or around you? " I questioned and which she responded with, “ No. He just left for an interview "

“ Good, good. " I mumbled, “ Why? What’s the matter? Did you two fight? Oh dear, what did he do? " She panicked, I let out a small laugh.

“ No, no, this is super embarrassin’ to be asking but what are some things that Elvis likes? I wanna get him the perfect gift for Christmas. " I spoke.

“ But I’m sure anythin’ you’ll get him he’ll love! " She spoke, my heart warmed at her words and I nodded my head at her words even though she couldn’t even see me.

“ I know.. but it’s our first Christmas together and I really need your help, please? " I questioned, Christmas was in a few days and I was panicking.

“ Well, he’s been wanting a new guitar but I don’t know.. it’s really expensive.. I know I could never afford it for him. " She spoke, sighing at the end.

“ I can save up some more money, I already have alot saved up and I’ll even get it for him and I can take it somewhere so they engrave his name! " I spoke, I knew he would absolutely love it.

“ Oh you treat my boy so well, I’m so glad he found someone like you. " Gladys spoke, I could tell she was smiling.

“ Thank you so much! I owe it to you, have a good day. " I spoke, she said her goodbyes and I hanged up.

***

I wondered into town and was met with a guitar shop, I called Gladys back and asked her the name of the guitar he wanted and I’d seen and heard of it due to to Elvis gushing about it.

After Elvis’s interview he said that he was gonna go shopping for gifts and I really hoped I don’t run in to him.

I purchased the guitar which was basically all of my savings gone, but it was completely worth it, no regrets.

I walked towards a shop where they engraved things, like necklaces, bracelets, hopefully guitars but when I opened the door I was Elvis standing at the counter.

I silently gasped and hid behind the counter with the guitar in my hand, I could only hear bits and pieces of what he was saying. Something like, “ That’s perfect. " and, “ Be back soon to pick it up. "

I furrowed my eyebrows as I heard the door shut, signaling he left the building, I stood up and walked to the counter and put the guitar there.

“ Hi! I was wonderin’ if you do engraving someone’s name into this guitar? " I questioned, the person behind the counter nodded their head and spoke,

“ We engrave anythin’ but you’ll have to leave it here and pick it up tomorrow mornin’. " I nodded my head and they asked what I wanted to engrave and where.

“ Could you engrave the name Elvis Presley? And put it there. " I spoke and tapped on the spot I wanted them to do it.

“ Of course, big Elvis Presley fan? " They spoke, I let out a laugh and spoke, “ I guess you could say that. "

“ I’ll be back tomorrow, thank you so much. " I spoke and they nodded their head.

***

It was the next day I and hadn’t heard from Elvis, was he ignoring me Christmas is tomorrow and I was on my way to the shop to pick the up guitar.

I opened the door and it was empty, just the person behind the counter.

They handed me the guitar and I gasped, “ Do you not like it? " They questioned, I shook my head, “ I love it! It’s perfect, thank you so much! " I spoke, handing them the money and saying my goodbyes.

Everything was going so perfectly until I went to my house, I opened the door and saw Elvis sat in my living room.

“ Elvis, what are you doing here? " I asked, shocked as I tried to hide the huge guitar behind my back.

His eyes widened as he also hid something behind his back.

“ What are you doing? " We both asked at the same time.

“ I have your Christmas gift but I think you basically saw it already. " I sighed, revealing the guitar from behind my back.

His eyes widened in shock and he immediately stood up, engulfing me in a huge hug I almost dropped the guitar.

“ You did not! No way. " He spoke, pulling away and kissing me immediately.

“ I also added something to it, I don’t know if you’ll like it. " I spoke handing the guitar to him, tears filled his eyes as he sat on the sofa and looked at the guitar. ‘ Elvis Presley. ' was engraved into it.

“ I love it, I love it so much, it’s perfect. " He spoke, we both were smiling like idiots until my mom spoke up.

“ Do you wanna show it to her? " My mom spoke up, looking at Elvis, he nodded his head and my mom handed him a box.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the box and he held it out to me, opening it and inside was a beautiful ring, I gasped and it was perfect.

“ I asked your momma what things you like and she said you were into rings, I was super nervous on what you’d like and I figured you’d like this. " He spoke, I nodded my head and he continued speaking, I was lost for words,

“ We just started our relationship but I know it’ll last forever, and some day I do plan on marryin’ you and I know I will and this ring, it’s a promise ring. It’s my promise to you that someday I will marry you. " He spoke, tears rolled down my cheeks at his small speech,

He took the ring out of the box and on there was a date, a date that you immediately recognized, the date that the two of you first started dating.

He slipped the ring on your finger and promised you that he would marry you no matter what, and you believed him and a couple years later he fulfilled that promise.

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beewolfwrites · 7 months

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Olive Branch: Chapter Nine - Her Trusted Partner

(Itasaku, Successful Coup AU) You can find the previous chapters on my masterlist at the top of my account page.

I really need to make myself an update schedule :')

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Sakura almost had a heart attack when she turned to see Itachi leaning against the doorframe of her kitchen. The bowl of miso soup she was holding slipped through her fingers, and would have shattered against the tile floor had she not come to her senses and caught it just in time. Aside from a few splatters that flew from the bowl, her soup was saved. Mostly.

‘That was your fault,’ she hissed. Grabbing a cloth from the countertop, she crouched down and mopped at the spilled soup.

‘I have a mission for us.’

She scrubbed the tiles furiously. ‘Tell your father that we don't need anymore herbs. The hospital has more than enough to last us for the next month, provided we don't have an epidemic anytime soon.’

‘It's an infiltration mission in Kirigakure.’

Her head snapped up. Itachi was smiling wryly. No. She couldn't have possibly heard that right. An infiltration mission? It had to be a mistake. Fugaku would never send her on a field mission. Even the missions pertaining outbreaks in rural villages were usually given to other medics deemed less likely to conspire behind his back with one of the legendary sannin. Itachi's words swam around in her head until something clicked.

‘Us? You're not just an escort?’

‘I’ve requested your presence as my partner,’ he said. ‘We'll be working together.’

Without thinking, she leapt up and threw her arms around him.

I can’t believe it! A mission.

But it wasn’t just any mission. One where she was a partner. An equal. For once, she wasn't going to be closely monitored or chaperoned out of distrust. How could she even begin to repay him for something this incredible?

Homemade dango it is!

As her initial excitement wore off, she gradually became aware that Itachi was stiff as concrete beneath her arms. Mortification swept over her as she realised that she had probably jumped the gun somewhere. Even if she knew him better than she ever had before, she didn’t really know where she stood with him. And relationships aside, it was obvious that Itachi wasn’t exactly a touchy-feely guy.

Mortified down to her bones, Sakura had started to release him when she suddenly felt his hand on the small of her back. It was a simple gesture. One that suggested he was trying to diffuse the strangeness of the situation, even if it didn't really help. She appreciated it nonetheless.

‘You're welcome, Sakura,’ he said. When she backed away from him, he added, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the gates. Pack enough for an indefinite amount of time, and make sure to include civilian clothing. You're going to need it.’

She nodded, trying not to squeal in excitement. ‘I'll be there.’

He inclined his head, and with a single hand sign, his body split, disintegrating into a swirl of glossy crows that arched their wings and disappeared through the window. When the last crow had flown, the kitchen was silent.

Finally alone, Sakura performed a small victory dance, twirling in the middle of her kitchen. But her good news was wasted on an empty kitchen — she needed to share it with everyone. Grinning and humming, she grabbed a sweater and headed out to track down her team.

This time, the ramen was on her.

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‘I'm surprised. Naruto is usually the first one here,’ Sakura mused, nursing her bottle of sake.

On either side of her, Kakashi and Sasuke hummed in agreement. The booth was warm and the scent of ramen was hot and salty and oh so tempting. But it wouldn't be fair to start eating without Naruto. Sasuke and Kakashi had opted for water to start with, whereas Sakura had been in the mood for something a little stronger. She sipped her sake to dampen her hunger.

‘Give him time,’ Kakashi said. ‘I’m sure he'll have a good reason.’

‘I know, I know. I just…’

‘You just what?’ Kakashi prompted.

She thought it over, wondering whether or not she should spill the good news already. She wanted to wait until the team was all together, but then again, it wouldn't matter too much if she told Kakashi and Sasuke first, would it?

‘What is it, Sakura?’ Sasuke asked, and Sakura knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself.

‘I was going to wait until Naruto arrived, but I might as well tell you both,’ she said, ‘I called you all here because I have a mission. And it's not herb picking again.’ A glimmer of intrigue flashed across their features as she whispered excitedly, ‘I can't tell you much, but it's an infiltration mission.’

Kakashi looked pleasantly surprised, yet proud that she was finally getting some field action again. On the other hand, Sasuke's face betrayed a myriad of emotions. He took a careful sip of his water.

‘My father never gives you missions like that,’ he said. ‘How did you manage to convince him?’

‘I didn't. Your majestic unicorn of a brother did.’

‘My my,’ Kakashi murmured. ‘Itachi-san, hm?’

‘Nii-san did? He really requested you for a mission?’

‘Yep!’ Sakura happily swayed on her stool. ‘For whatever reason, he requires my skills.’

Sasuke was quieter than expected. He seemed to be carefully mulling over this new information, as though he couldn’t quite believe it. And with sudden realisation, Sakura remembered that Sasuke had been in her apartment when Itachi had sent her flowers. Thankfully, he had yet to bring up the bouquet of narcissus, but he was probably suspicious, or at least confused by their relationship.

After a long pause, Sasuke muttered, ‘I guess even he can see that you're being wasted in a herb garden.’

‘Hey, don't hate on the herbs Sasuke-kun. They save more lives than you'd think.’

Sakura was proud that she was finally getting back into the action again. Even though it took Itachi to convince his father, this was a huge step up. If she performed well, there was a chance Fugaku would start trusting her with important missions again.

‘Before you both leave I'll have to thank him for giving you a chance,’ Sasuke said, then lowered his voice. ‘But Sakura, just be aware. Aniki is very serious. He made Anbu captain at thirteen. He's pretty calculating, and missions with him aren't like missions with Team Seven. He's ruthless and he'll do whatever it takes to complete the mission.’

‘It's true,’ Kakashi added. ‘I’ve worked with Itachi-san in the past. He has his own rules, and he always has a reason for everything he does. So if he gives you an instruction, just do it. Don't challenge him.’

‘Okaay, point taken,’ Sakura said. ‘Though if anything, he sounds like a pretty dependable mission partner.’

Sasuke let out a noise of frustration. His fingers clenched around his glass of water. ’Just don't let it get to you if he seems cold. I’ve heard jounin and Anbu complain about him being a strict captain, but he’s like that to everybody. Even me, sometimes.’

Sakura scowled and downed a cup of sake in one go. It seemed more like they were putting a damper on her good news rather than being pleased that she was finally back on the mission rota. What did they think she would expect? Fun and games? It was irritating, and dare she say it, patronising.

Maybe they're just concerned about my wellbeing. But still…

Beside her, Sasuke sighed. All of his earlier tension seemed to have melted away and now he was gazing into the distance. Sometimes, Sakura wondered if there was more to his relationship with Itachi than he let on.

The shadows of Danzo’s sly grin flashed through her memory.

Of course there’s more… but Sasuke would never know.

‘This mission will be good for you,’ he said. ‘It's been too long since you were allowed to do something like this. And if my brother gets too arrogant, just tell him that you know about the blanket he keeps in back of his wardrobe.’

‘A blanket?’

Sasuke’s mouth curled into a devious smile. ‘Our aunt knitted it for him when he was a child and he used to fall asleep holding it. It's been over twenty years and he's still got it.’

Sakura stifled a giggle as she downed the last of her sake straight from the bottle. ‘Oh I’m definitely keeping that in my arsenal.’

Itachi Uchiha… killer of the Sandaime, the Hokage’s Right-Hand-Man, Genjutsu extraordinaire, master of the Sharingan, and lover of soft blankets.

No! The mental image just seemed so wrong.

Regardless of his softer, dango-loving and cafe-hopping side, Itachi was terrifying to most. Despite knowing him through Sasuke, Sakura had always been wary of Itachi whenever she saw him in the streets.

One time, roughly a year before the coup took place, she had been chased across the Academy yard by a group of girls who were throwing pieces of leftover food from lunch. They laughed and teased Sakura endlessly as she sprinted through the gates with clumps of rice speckled all over her forehead and in her hair.

She had rounded the corner of the street, only to slam straight into someone. Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen to the ground if not for the hand clasped around her arm. When she opened her eyes, a breathless scream tore through her. His eyes were bright red, bloody and piercing, and his black hair cast twisted shadows across his face. His hand released her arm, only to loom inches from her face, and out of sheer terror Sakura scrambled to her feet and set off home, weeping every step of the way.

At the time, she had been scared out of her wits by the strange crimson-eyed boy who looked faintly like the vampires she read about in books. But in retrospect, Itachi had likely been on his way to collect Sasuke from the Academy. And he hadn’t reached out to strangle her or drink her blood, but to brush the rice from her hair.

Now, as she signalled for another bottle of sake, Sakura thought back on the incident with fondness.

It’s funny how things turn out—

‘Oi, get off me! I'm only going to Ichiraku ramen! What's the big idea?!’

Naruto?

Sakura leapt off her stool, out of the booth and into the street. Behind her, Kakashi and Sasuke did the same, and she felt the tense surge of their chakra signatures as a patrol officer appeared, dragging a writhing Naruto toward them by his jacket collar.

‘You bastard! Let go of me!’

Naruto kicked at the officer who deftly avoided his blows as though they were dealt by a small child throwing a tantrum. At the sight of Team Seven, the officer hurled Naruto toward them. Sakura and Kakashi kneeled to catch him as he skidded across the dirt.

Sakura's eyes zeroed in on the number of gashes and bruises decorating Naruto's shins and hands. His left cheek was already swollen and red. ‘What's going on?’

Kakashi's eye narrowed. ‘Explain yourself.’

The officer coldly looked between them. ‘Your monkey over there was at the gates of the Hyuuga compound attempting to engage the guards in battle.’

Kakashi stepped forward, but a yell from Naruto cut him off before he could respond. ‘Yeah, because your bastard friends were bothering Hinata-chan!’

The officer flashed his Sharingan at Naruto, who stood his ground and met the officer's gaze squarely. ‘My “bastard friends”, your superior officers, are merely doing their job. It is not your place to interfere.’

Ignoring Naruto's demands to turn around and fight him, the officer’s eyes roamed over Sakura. He muttered something under his breath, quietly as so not to draw attention, but loud enough that their trained ears heard it clear as day.

‘Traitor.'

Sakura's fists curled, her nails embedding into her palms. Naruto's jaw tightened. He opened his mouth to hurl an insult, when Kakashi spoke in a low and dangerous tone.

‘You're going to have to leave.’

‘You're asking me to leave?’

‘I am.’

‘And if I don’t?’

‘If you don’t,’ Kakashi said quietly, ‘I will force you. And if that happens, you're going to wish you'd chosen to walk away of your own volition.’

The officer's mouth tilted into a sneer. ‘What are you going to do, use your Sharingan on me?’

Kakashi's remaining eye widened briefly, then closed with barely restrained fury. Sakura’s heart skipped a beat at the cruelty of such a comment.

How dare he! How dare he bring that up!

Sakura’s patience shattered at the officer’s smug expression. Deep down, she knew that no matter the ramifications of her actions tonight, it wouldn't matter. She wouldn't care, because at least she'd have stuck one up for Kakashi. Her fist shot out, electric blue and charged with chakra, toward the officer's chin. But before it could make contact, a hand clamped down on her wrist.

‘Etsuji.’

Calm and collected, Sasuke spoke with an air that demanded authority. He looked at Sakura, and she instantly knew that he was asking her to stand down and trust in him. She nodded and he released her wrist.

The officer bowed stiffly. ‘Yes, Sasuke-sama?’

‘You will leave quietly, and you're going to forget that this incident ever happened,’ Sasuke told him. ‘And if you don't, you can forget all about that promotion you've been pestering my father for.’

With a flicker of annoyance, the officer bowed once more. This time, the gesture was exaggerated and satirical. Sasuke's lips thinned at the action, but he said nothing.

‘Very well,’ the officer said. ‘Have a good evening, Sasuke-sama.’

Without a backward glance, the officer left Team Seven standing outside Ichiraku. At first nobody moved or spoke, their evening tainted by the events that had just occurred, and by the prying eyes and whispers that now swept along the street.

It was Sasuke who finally muttered, ‘I'll speak to my father. He's not getting that promotion either way.’

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Itachi knew she wouldn't be late.

The streets were desolate at this time of morning, partially due to the fact that the sun had not yet risen, but also because the curfew was still active for another hour yet. Anyone without a pass or mission slip would be stopped and questioned.

He was waiting by the gate, prepared and ready to depart. Above him, atop of the village walls, the last stretch of the night patrol was watching him idly. Well, some were watching. Others had likely fallen asleep on the job.

His father hadn’t given him the mission scroll — this was far too risky should somebody get their hands on it — but he had every last detail committed to memory. Not that there was much to memorise. The mission itself was self-explanatory. Get into Kirigakure, find out what they can about the Mizukage's plans toward Konoha and the mysterious seal they found on the Kiri nin's tongue, then get out. Fast.

There was a sharp intake of breath from one of the guards above. Itachi looked up.

And there she was.

She was dressed inconspicuously in black shinobi gear, her pack strapped to her back, expression determined yet hesitant. She glanced up at the officers on the village walls, her hand tightly clutching a scrap of paper — her mission slip.

He understood her trepidation. She was expecting to be stopped at any moment, apprehended perhaps, or even dragged to the Hokage’s office. And so, Itachi stepped forward to greet her.

‘Sakura.’

Something flickered in her expression. Relief. Did his presence truly bring her such comfort? The thought disturbed him somewhat, but Itachi pushed it aside for now. With a nod, he gestured to the shinobi at mission register who jotted down their names and time of departure.

Then silently, they disappeared into the foliage.

#itasaku #itasaku fanfiction #itachi x sakura

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petri808 · 7 months

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Day 16 @flufftober “singing each other to sleep” Twiyor Drabble Inspired by art by @wildgirl86 Click Here to see the piece and support them! 💜 Also here is the song featured in the story, Dreaming of You by Selena.

A scream echoes through the silent apartment causing Loid and Yor to shoot up instantly awake— a reflex from their days of past. With a turn and a knowing look, they each jump out of bed and run to the source ready to do battle with any evil spy or boogie man in the closet. From the glow of the starlight globe on the nightstand, they see the raised outline of something sitting up under the covers and hear the wet sobbing of a child’s tears. Loid flicks on the light as Yor beelines it for the bed.

“Anya?” Yor questions in a soothing voice as she sits along the edge. With Loid standing by along with an anxious Bond, she peels back the blanket until it reveals the shivering little girl. “Did you have a nightmare?”

The child nods with tears still dripping down her cheeks.

“Was it the one about the lab?” Loid confirms.

Again, Anya nods. Her green eyes full of moisture and surrounded in a white sea of red squiggles are like a peridot gem being born from an erupting volcano. It’s evident that tonight’s dream is an especially bad one. This brings a frown to Loid’s face, a bit of guilt…

“Awww,” Yor scoops Anya up into a tight hug bundled on her lap. “I’m so sorry Anya!” She coos assuringly. “Wanna sleep with us tonight?”

“Yes!” Anya sniffles and wraps tightly to Yor’s neck. “Don’ wanna be awone,” she whimpers.

“Of course,” Loid confers with a smile, “you can sleep with us. Here,” he gestures to Yor, “I’ll carry her.” But as Yor is about to pass Anya up to Loid, Bond cuts between them grumbling. Loid chuckles, “I think he wants to be your trusted steed tonight Anya.”

“He does,” Anya confirms, which also brings back her smile.

Yor places Anya onto Bond’s back, then she and Loid follow behind as he trots to the master bedroom. Bond stops next to the bed so Anya can climb onto it. Once she’s off, he goes to the foot of the bed and lays down while Loid and Yor climb in, sandwiching her between them.

“Momma, will you sing me something?” Anya asks politely. “Pweeze?”

“Sure,” Yor kisses Anya’s forehead, who settles in and closes her eyes with a smile.

The couple face inward, Loid laying his right arm over and hand coming to rest on Yor’s waist to bundle them close. He too closes his eyes and relaxes to the sound of his wife’s beautiful voice. It isn’t often that he gets to hear it, he chuckles inside his head at the thought of feigning a nightmare of his own so she’ll sing to him too.

After a moment, Yor hums briefly to find her pitch and begins. “Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star, that somewhere you are thinking of me too...”

Loid can’t help the genuine uptick of his lips as he zones into Yor’s voice. Just two years ago, he never would have believed of a scene like this being anything more than a fictional scene from a drama on television. When he signed up with WISE, he swore off normalcy, swore off family all together let alone having his own. Relationships were just a means to an end and children a prop in an operation. But Loids brows furrow again as he remembers their role in Anya’s nightmare, which is no nightmare but a memory of the laboratory that created her. Because he made a mistake, they kidnapped her and took her back to that awful place. Thankfully with Yor and Yuri’s help they were able to get her back, but not before they put her through a few more painful experiments.

“…I just wanna hold you close, but so far, all I have are dreams of you. So I wait for the day and the courage to say how much I love you. Yes, I do! I’ll be dreaming of you tonight. ‘Til tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight. And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be…”

Yor’s voice is slowly trailing off, so Loid opens his eyes too and sees she falling asleep. He brushes some stray hairs away from her face, causing her to relax even more and stop completely. This makes him smile. They make him smile. It’s times like this that makes him feel lucky to have met them both. Eventually the nightmares too will become a distant memory for Anya replaced by nights like tonight and her mother’s beautiful voice. All the pain they went through gave them this gift of a family, and there’s definitely nowhere else in the world better to be in.

“I love you too.” Loid leans over and kisses Anya first, then Yor on the forehead, before settling back in and closing his eyes. He keeps his voice soft and serene as he completes the lullaby. “Now I’m dreaming with you tonight. ‘Till tomorrow and for all of my life. And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be, than here in my room dreaming with you... Good night, my loves.”

#flufftober 2023 #twiyor #twiyor fan fiction #canon divergent #twiyor fanfic #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #Petri808 #unedited

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charliedawn · 2 years

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Well, the slashers getting caught during sexy times was interesting! What about the hannibals? 😈

"It's alright. We had to tell them eventually..."

Chillest of them all. He isn’t ashamed of his body and would just tell them to get out politely. He would stop if you wish to ? Or, continue ? He doesn’t mind either way and would take your opinion above anything else. He would be considerate and try to soothe you the best he can. He would also buy you flowers in the following days or any kind of present to make you forgive his carelessness.

"Don’t worry, love. They will have forgotten all about it tomorrow morning..I’ll make sure of it."

Their reactions :

Morgan *smiles and gently closes the door behind him*

Kevin : "Damn ! Even uncle’s getting some ?! When is my turn ?!"

Peter *traumatised and slowly closes the door behind him*

Hannibal Sr. *smiles and leaves discreetly*

"I..I deeply apologize. I should have locked the door. I don't understand..I always lock the doors..I..I.."

He would be more upset about actually forgetting it and not being perfect than the fact that his family actually entered. He would immediately stop and have an internal crisis at the fact that he made such a mistake.

"I got..distracted."

You smiled before ghosting your lips over his.

"How inconsiderate of you.."

He would have taken it seriously if it wasn’t for the way the corners of your lips tilted up playfully and he whispered against your lips.

"How inconsiderate indeed..How may I redeem myself ?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"How indeed ?"

Their reactions :

Kevin : "EWEWEWEWEW ! I need to go bleach my eyes !" *slams the door behind him*

Peter *shudders and blushes in embarrassment at the sight before he quickly gets out*

Hannibal Jr. *stays shocked for a couple of seconds before closing the door, pretending he saw nothing*

Hannibal Sr. : "My apologies. Do try to be more quiet though ? The other children are sleeping." *leaves*

The reaction of Peter would be very different depending on which family member catches the both of you in the act. If it’s one of his siblings ? He would stop, but will not panic, as they usually stick together. He would also apologise profusely for not being more careful.

"I..I’M SO SORRY ! I didn’t think there would be anyone else."

Their reactions :

Morgan *sighs loudly before throwing some condoms at Peter and leaving the room wordlessly*

Kevin *smiles widely* : "Can I watch ?" *proceeds to sit down before Peter grabs a nearby shoe and throws it at his face*

Peter : "KEVIN ! Get out !"

Kevin *cackles before running out of the room*

Peter *smiles reassuringly at you* : "It's okay..It's only Kevin/Morgan. He won't tell anybody. I'm glad it wasn't my dad or my uncle."

However, if it was one of them ? He will panic and fear for your life. You better got legs to carry you somewhere where they can never find you.

Hannibal Jr. *fake and threatening smile* : "…I’m afraid your stay has become an inconvenience. Please, leave."

Hannibal Sr. *smiles and pretends to be okay with it before getting out a shotgun* : "I’ll give you a five seconds head start..5."

"Get out. Now."

The command is serious and it’s in those moments that you can see how Kevin is in complete control of his emotions..He was experiencing pleasure a few minutes ago, but his face is now expressionless, even though he is still inside you and is staring at whoever interrupted the both of you. He won’t stop. They can all watch if they want. He doesn’t understand "shame" and will only ask them to leave because he knows it makes you uncomfortable.

Their reactions :

Morgan *smiles* : "I’m happy for the both of you."

Peter *shrieks and covers his eyes before closing the door* : "Sorry sorry sorry..!"

Hannibal Jr. *stands still for a second or two before closing the door* : "My apologies.."

Hannibal Sr. : "Don’t mind me. Sorry for the interruption.."

"Do close the door on your way out.."

He would be calm. The man is poised in all situations. It’s only the kids and they may as well learn a thing or two about satisfying their partner..Hannibal Sr. is very meticulous and it shows in the bedroom as well. He can be savage or very nice when he wants to. He will also always take your needs into consideration and will stop if you want him to. He will not show any sign of disappointment or frustration if you want the two of you to stop and try to make it up to you somehow ?

Their reactions :

Peter : "DAD ?! Gross !"

Kevin *whistling* : "Dad’s getting some !"

Morgan *shakes his head in disbelief at his siblings’ reactions*

Hannibal Jr. *leads them all out of the room*

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #morgan hannibal #peter hannibal #kevin hannibal #hannibal x reader #hannibal family #hannibal au #hannibal

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willow-frog · 2 years

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A/n sorry for the delay for this part. I honestly have no idea if this is going out on time or Tomorrow. All I really know is that my weekend is going to be full of going back and ready everything I posted to check for mistakes. Anyways now that I’m done ranting let’s just get into it.

~After a while Bakugou is finally getting more comfortable having you around.~

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~After a while Bakugou is finally getting more comfortable having you around. He’s even taken on his self proclaimed title of your protector.~

For the first couple of weeks you tried not to bother Bakugou too much. This seemed to work because he told you his name. Well only his last name but progress is progress. You started to do more research on merfolk but you went finding too much, because most of the time taking care of one of the merfolk heavily depended on the breed of fish they were.

For instance if you were taking care of a clown fish mer you would have to have lots of things for theme to hid in like a sea anemone. If you were taking care of a shark mer you wouldn’t really be able to have any pets or roommates, because they are very territorial of what they consider theirs.

So you would have to just wait it till he told you it showed you what he was, and as of right now neither of those seemed like actual possibilities.

“Hey dumbass get up here!” You heard him yell from upstairs. That’s honestly progress, because all you would get from him before would be something being thrown down the stairs.

You started to make your way up the stairs. You had set his room up there because it was close to your room in case of emergencies, and it would help him get used to you a little faster. The upstairs didn’t have much to see, there was 3 bedrooms and two bathrooms. This meant that both you and Bakugou had your own bathrooms, his had an extra big bath because he would transform.

Your room was right across his, much to his displeasure. You made sure that there was going to be a lot of safety stuff in his room just in case. Just the basics like a first aid kit. You have him the freedom to decorate however he wants but he hasn’t asked you to get much. So you assumed his room would just be bare apart from the escentials.

You got up to his door and knocked on it. “Just get in here idiot!” He yelled from the other side of the door. You opened the door and looked around to find him. “Down here fuck head!” He yelled from…the floor?

When you looked down you saw Bakagou in his mer form. He had a majestic looking tail and that was just when it was on the floor. You wondered what it would look like if he was swimming.

“Stop looking and help!” He continued to yell. “Well there isn’t too much I can do. I can throw you a towel to dry off, but I doubt I’ll be able to pick you up to move you somewhere.” You told him in a matter of fact tone. He started to grumble under his breath.

“Typical weak human.” He huffed out. You ended up just throwing a towel in his face and grabbing another. “The hell do you think you’re doing!” He yelled at you. “Helping you dry off, if I help it’ll go faster. Now sit still.” He told him while starting your task. There wasn’t too much that happened, you made sure to go with the direction of his scales and you tried to be as gentle as possible.

All you got from him was angry grumbles about how humans are so weak it’s pathetic and how you were going way too slow. After a little longer you finally finished and he got his legs back. You took both of the towels and stood up. “I’m going to put these in the wash. If you end up needing me I’ll probably be in my room, Bakugou.” You said and turned to leave . “Katsuki.” You heard him grumble out.

You smiled and nodded. “Ok I’ll be in my room Katsuki.” You said and left his room, closing the door behind you.

After putting everything that needed to go in the wash you went to your room just like you said. You hit your bed and decided to just rest your eyes after the eventful day you had. After a couple of minutes passes you ended up falling asleep and you didn’t hear any of the clanking coming from the kitchen.

Down there Bakugou was trying to figure out where everything was to make dinner. After a while of living with you he was able to find out that you loved to eat F/f. He used the computer in the living room to figure out how to make it.

After a couple of hours and a huge mess Bakugou finally figured out how to make F/f. He actually enjoyed being in the kitchen but like hell he would ever let you know that. Bakugou grabbed the plate/bowl and utensils and brought his and your serving up to your room.

He was originally just going to drop off yours and take his to his room, but when he woke you up you practically attached yourself to his arm.

You both started to eat and he was fuming the whole time. His face was red and his heart was beating fast so he had to be angry.

Right?

#x reader #mermay 2022 #bnha fluff #bnha #fluff #merman #mermay #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo fluff #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha x reader #reader

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Breaking In That New Town Feel

Tags: @vechkinfan Since you wanted a part two, I’m so glad you love how I write your character. She’s low key becoming my favorite “Lost Boy” 🥺🥰❤️

Mal’s POV:

The walk back to the video store was tense. I could feel eyes on me from somewhere in the crowd but I couldn’t pinpoint it. So I picked up my pace, practically slamming the shop door shut on my way in. I leaned against the window as I caught my breath. But this time I was certain there were eyes on me. Max.

“Sorry.” I breathed out in a huff.

“You alright?“ his voice held almost genuine concern, could have fooled me if I were anyone else.

“Yeah, made the mistake of running back” I lied.

And my answer was quick to shut him up. He never even moved from behind the counter. I slowly pushed myself off the window and sauntered over to the front desk. I leaned against it, my head in my hands.

“Sell anything good tonight?”

He raised a brow at my question.

“Not many people stopped by. The weekends tomorrow, won’t get much business back until Sunday night. Everyone will be out on the boardwalk.”

I nodded my head.

“Did ya eat?”

Again, he looked confused. I don’t know why I was asking so many questions either. It was like I couldn’t stop them from coming out of my mouth. I just didn’t want to be alone right now I guess. I must have zoned out because I was brought back when I heard the old man chuckle.

“You’re strange, you know that right?” He laughed.

“Sue me.” I shrugged.

“Where Charlie?”

“Ran into some boys on the board walk, didn’t want to cramp her style.”

I almost didn’t notice the distaste in his look. But it was there, hidden behind his bullshit “business man” disguise.

“Not interested in boys?” He asked.

It came out more as an accusation.

“More like they aren’t interested in me.” I brushed it off, turning out to the store and leaning my elbows against the counter. “Boys are gross creatures anyways.”

A snort left his mouth. “Couldn’t have said it better myself kid.”

My head turned to the left as the door chime rang and someone came in. It was an older woman but she was quite pretty. She had short hair that suited her well, made her look youthful. Her eyes were soft and her smile was even softer. ‘She must be a mother’ I thought. Something about her demeanour screamed “I have kids”

“Wish she were my mom” I muttered under my breath.

I turned back to max and quickly noticed him staring after her. I didn’t miss the look in his eyes, it was unmistakable. Her looked at her with unadulterated lust, but not the perverted the kind. The kind that made your heart beat fast, and your face heat up. The kind that made you brain short circuit and make you say stupid things. A small smile grew on my face, and the old man seemed to break out of his trance. I smiled up at him.

“What?” He asked, kinda creeped out.

“Go talk to her.” I whisper shouted.

“What?!”

“I know you heard me. Go on, I’m sure she doesn’t bite. Unless you’re into that.” I added, hoping he wouldn’t find my joke too distasteful.

Much to my dismay he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious. Go, if anyone else comes in I’ll cover counter. Can’t be that hard right?”

I gave him my most convincing grin and I could see his mask crack a little. He let out a huff and looked down at me.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time, live a little!” I called after her.

He shot a glare back my way, but I just gave him a goofy thumbs up. I made my way behind the counter and took inventory of the set up. I’d worked at a gas station before this, so it couldn’t be too difficult to figure out. I watched as he followed the woman into an isle, trying to guess what they would talk about. I saw her face light up when she looked at him, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Why was this so wholesome?

The door chimed and two younger boys walked in. I have to say, they were dressed quite weird, though I suppose they would think the same about me. I just couldn’t get behind the bandana craze. They quickly sauntered over to the horror section which peaked my interest. We’re they even old enough?

I waited patiently for them to come up to the counter. As they approached I heard the shorter one mumble “Did Max hire someone new?”

“What can I do for y’a?” I greeted them with a grin.

“Uh, just this.” The one wearing the bandanna said.

I took the movie from them and squinted at the cover.

“An American Werewolf in London? Solid choice!” I said. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you boys watch this. How old even are you?”

“Old Enough!” One of them said defensively.

I sighed. I really didn’t want to get in trouble with Max, considering I didn’t even technically work here. And I didn’t want to risk this looking bad for Charlie, I’d never hear the end of it.

“Look, I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll check it out under my name, but you two have to come back and tell me what you think of it. I’m talking full essay analysis, I wanna hear your thoughts.”

The pair looked between each other, almost as if to ask “are they for real?”

“Umm, sure.” Bandana offered.

“Great. I’m Maverick by the way.”

I started tying things into the old computer and getting their purchase squared away.

“Edgar, this is my brother Alan” he introduced.

“Where Poe?” I joked.

But they simply starred up at me like I’d grown a second head.

“You’ll understand that joke when you’re older. It wasn’t very good anyways.” I offered awkwardly. I handed them back the tape. “Now go, get out of here before Maxie sees what you’re holding. He’ll have my head if he finds out I sold this to minors.”

The brothers shared another knowing look. And I raised my brow at them.

“Thanks.” Alan said awkwardly, pulling his brother to the front of the store.

As they left, Max seemed to be done with his conversation, heading back to the counter.

“What did those two want? We’re they bothering you?” He asked.

I gave him a weird look.

“Them? They were harmless. Just wanted a suggestion for a good movie, they paid and I sent them on their way back home. Kinda late for kids their age to be out, y’a know?”

He gave me a nod, but I continued to stare up at him.

“What?”

“We’ll aren’t you gonna tell me how it went, did you get her name? What’s she like?”

He groaned once more, seemingly annoyed by my endless questions. But what can I say, he was a fun man to annoy.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

I pointed to the cash register with north palms open, in an overly dramatic manor.

“You don’t work here.” He said flatly.

“But I could though.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh come on Maxie, what’s the worst that could happen? Gives you more time to go hang out with Cutie over there.”

“Firstly, don’t call her that. Secondly, it’s Max, not Maxie… and thirdly, fine. Trial week, but only because Charlie’s your friend.”

I fist pumped the air, letting out a small “yes” of victory.

“You certainly won’t regret it.”

“I better not.” He mumbled.

“Now go, ask her out on a date or something before she leaves. What’s there like two hours before you close? I’ve got every thing covered here. Go get your woman!”

“She not my- her name is Lucy.”

I smiled, having pulled the information from him.

“Miss Lucy!” I called out, getting her attention.

She looked startled, jumping slightly, but came over nonetheless. Max gave me a warning look, not sure what I was up to. But from the looks of it, he didn’t like it at all. As she reached the corner I gave her a warm smile.

“Max here hasn’t had any time for dinner tonight, he was wondering if you’d like to join him for some?”

I grinned wickedly up at him as he glared into the side of my head. Almost as if it would explode if her looked hard enough. I saw a blush creep onto her cheeks, and her hand reached up to cover her smile. It was honestly adorable, I could squeal.

“Umm, if it’s no inconvenience, I’m sure my boys already ate on their own.” She said to him.

“Of course it wouldn’t be.”

He shot me one last side glare before turning his attention back to her.

“You like Italian?”

“Love it!”

I shoed them out of the store, much to his annoyance. But he’d be thanking me later, Lucy was amazing, I could just tell. As I ushered them out the door I called after them.

“You two kids have fun now!”

I waved at them as Lucy blushed once more, laughing slightly. I quickly closed the door to the store and manned my station behind the counter. Drifting off into my thoughts as no one else came in for the night. That was until the door chimed one last time.

“Mal, what are you doing back there? You better not be trying to steal something! Where’s Max?”

Charlie crossed her arms over her chest in a motherly way. I rolled my eyes.

“Lost your Entourage I see?”

She rolled her eyes at me, flipping me off.

“Seriously, get out from behind there. Max won’t be-“

“We’ll he gave me the job so.”

“He what?”

“Yeah, I told him I’d be staying in town for a while and wanted some extra cash. Figured you wouldn’t mind, we could work a few shifts together during the day, then you can go hang out with those… boys- after work.”

She sighed heavily, approaching the counter and leaning on it exactly how I had earlier.

“You really don’t like them do you?”

“Not in the slightest. But I’m never gonna tell you who you can and can’t hand out with Char. I can’t hog you all to myself, that would be selfish.”

I ruffled her hair and she swatted at my hands.

“Thanks mom!” She joked.

“Common let’s go watch Sleepaway Camp!” I said, locking the door and shutting off the light. I’m sure Max had his key on him.

We made our way up the stairs and I cut in front of Charlie, reaching below the mat for the key. She glanced up at me with that stupid look on her face.

“What?”

“How did you know-“

“Where you hide your key? Because you’re basic and you have zero survival skills.”

She plucked the key from my hands and unlocked her door while glaring at me.

“I’m surprised you can open your door without looking at it.”

A very justified punch was thrown at my shoulder. I grab it in fake hurt.

“911, yes, I’ve been hit by an ant. The blow was devastating. I don’t think I can recover!”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” She exclaimed.

“Death by midget, hot!”

“Did Paul like piss in your cereal this morning, cause you’re acting exactly like him.” She muttered.

I stopped in my tracks, quickly halting my lineup of playful insults. She looked back at me as I shuttered.

“Please, never compare me to that cretin again.”

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad.”

“He was practically drooling over you. He’s disgusting.”

“Hey! Sometimes it’s nice to have men drooling over you.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I just don’t trust them is all.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Pop in the movie, I’ll get us blankies and some jiffy pop!”

“Don’t answer the phone while you’re alone in the kitchen, might get question about the horror that is your taste in movies.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, before flipping me off. I chuckled as I watched her disappear down the hall into her room. I suppose sleeping on the couch for a while won’t be so bad. The place was actually quite nice, I was surprised Max just gave it to her. Maybe he was sweeter than her let on. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow when I could question him about his hot date.

I leaned into Charlie’s side as we fell asleep watching the movie. She would squeeze my arm anytime a scene got suspenseful and it made my heart melt.

I groaned as the sun shown through the window, directly onto my face. Why the hell didn’t I shut the curtain. I frowned when I noticed Charlie wasn’t snuggled up to me anymore. She’d always been an early riser.

“We’ll good morning sleepy head.” She smirked, handing me a steaming cup of coffee.

I practically gulped the whole thing in one sip as I heard Char give up on her half assed attempt of a warning.

“Carful it’s… hot.” She said defeated.

I shrugged, holding out my cup for her to fill it up with more.

“You know sometimes you terrify me right?”

“Wouldn’t be doing my job as your bestie if I didn’t.”

She sighed heavily.

“One more and only one energy drink today or I swear to god-“

“Yes mom, I’ll behave myself.” I joked.

“I’m serious, one of these days you’re hearts gonna stop and then I’m gonna kill you.”

“What, you gonna become a necromancer just to bring me back so I can die again?”

“A necro-what now?”

“You know sometimes I wonder how we became friends.”

She rolled her eyes, adding cream and sugar to her own coffee.

“Because you love me.”

“Can’t argue with that. What’s on the schedule today. You know, other than work.”

“I think my shifts only till 7, but Max has you going easy on your first day and you get off at 5. So you wanna be In charge of grabbing din and then we can walk around when I get off?“

“You’re trusting me with dinner?”

She shrugged, scrunching her face in disgust when her coffee wasn’t sweet enough for her.

“Want a little coffee with the sugar, Sugar?”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

We made our way downstairs to the shop. It was kinda nice, the way the shop windows diffused the sunlight. It gave the shop a sort of hazy vibe, and it made working here more bearable. I walked over to the open sign and flipped the switch, But I paused for a moment, basking in the light that showed through the window. I heard a small laugh from behind me.

"I swear Mal, you're just like a cat."

"What, the sunlight feels nice. You look like you need a little."

"You're one to talk." she motioned to my makeup.

"Hey, I stay this pale cause I like it, you however are a hermit. It's not a good look on you sweetie."

Just as I was about to unlock the door, it opened. I jumped back startled.

"Christ dans le feu de l'enfer! Max you sacred me!" I exclaimed.

The tall man chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest.

"You know most people don't just stand in front of doorways Mx. Maverick."

"Leave her alone Max, she doesnt get much sunlight."

"Seems like the two of you have more in common than I thought."

I made my way through the aisle and took inventory of the shelves. Familiarising myself with the product so I could help to make better suggestions. I popped my head over one of the shelves holding up a movie.

"What?"

"Somebody stole Slumber Party Masecure. I mean at least they have good taste."

Max frowned from his spot behind the counter.

"Probably those Frog kids who were in here last night."

I raised my brow.

"Frog?"

"Edgar and Allen Frog. I should honestly ban them from the store at this point."

"Those boys are harmless Maxie, besides they're coming back to return the video they rented last night. I'll ask 'em about it. We'll get your videotape back."

I set the empty husk on the counter, and leaned over it, suggestively willing my drawn-on eyebrows at max.

"No." He said flatly.

Charlie gave us a weird look.

"Am I missing something here?" She questioned, with a slight laugh.

"Just that our dear Max here went on a date with a babe last night and is withholding all the juicy details."

She psychically faces palmed, slamming her head down onto the counter with a groan.

"Why are you like this?"

"I blame my daddy issues. Now come on Max, you can't leave me hanging."

"I very much can. This is appropriate boss, employee conversation."

I groaned, mimicking Charlie, now we both stood there with our heads in our hands on the countertop.

"You two are insufferable." Max sighed.

"Come on, just one little crumb of detail and I'll leave you alone. Scouts honour."

"You were a girl scout?"

"You seem shocked Maxie, doesnt this face scream I sell cookies better than you?"

I batted my eyelashes up at the man who rolled his eyes back at me.

"Fine. Lucy and I had a nice time, we talked about her children and where she used to live before she moved here. Boring adult stuff."

I melted back into the counter dramatically. "Awwwwe!"

"Now get back to work, this is your trial week remember."

"Yes Sir!"

The rest of the shift went by smoothly, Charlie took her lunch right before I was meant to head out for the day. That's when the Frog brothers finally came in.

"Hello, boys." I greeted, suspicion asked in my tone.

"Here's the movie," Edgar said.

I scanned the movie in, glaring down t the two.

"Another movie went missing from this section yesterday you boys wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

They looked between each other before looking back at me.

"We may have seen someone else in that section yesterday..." Alan admitted.

"Does this someone have a name?"

Edgar looked at his brother for confirmation before continuing They leaned in over the counter, talking in a hushed tone.

"They might, but they're a dangerous person. You shouldn't confront them alone." Edgar concluded.

I let out a little chortle.

"I can handle a bit of danger boys, but what I can't handle is losing this job."

"We mean serious danger, man. Cataclysmic." Alan finished.

I leaned forward more, meeting their gaze.

"Tell me who it is, I'll rough 'em up a bit." I grinned.

"Did you know there are vampires in this town?" Edgar changed the subject.

This piqued my interest. I loved a good ghost story.

"Are we talking Dracula or Nosferatu?"

"A mix of both," Alan admitted.

"Hmmm, and a vampire stole my boss's movie?"

The boys nodded.

"Guess I should start carrying holy water around shouldn't I?" I joked.

"We're being serious."

"Oh, I believe you, I'm just not scared of the same lame vampire who steals movies instead of paying."

Max came out of his office at that moment. The boys stiffened at his presence. Edgar pulled me down by my collar and whispered a warning in my ear.

"He's one of them."

He quickly let go, backing away from the counter and dragging his brother towards the exit. Max was quick to cut them off, blocking their way out. The boys looked up at him, it was kinda sad, they seemed actually sacred. But Max was just a big old teddy bear, he would hurt these children. I watched as Alan gulped, backing away.

"Relax Maxie, they didn't steal anything." I sighed.

I hopped over the counter and made my way over to the group.

"You wouldn't steal anything, right boys?"

"N-no." "See, it's settled, it wasn't them."

I placed a hand on Max's shoulder, which was a difficult feat considering our height differences.

"These arent our hooligans. These boys are upstanding citizens." I gave Alan a wink and he seemed to calm down a little.

"That's right sir." Edgar basically pleaded with Max.

Max stepped to the side, watching as the boys scrambled to get out the door. I watched as they disappeared around the corner, shaking my head at them. I remembered what it was like to be their age, believing in fantasies.

"Isn't your shift about to end?" Max finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, but Char isn't back yet." I hummed.

He nodded up the stairs, dismissing me.

"You sure? Cause I can-" "What is it with you kids not wanting to leave work? I'll be in the rest of the night, I'll tell Charlie she's off too when she gets in. Go have fun, what was it you said to me? Live a little." He grinned at me.

I had to admit, I kinda understood why the boys were intimidated by him earlier. There was something about his grin hat that was off. I shuddered slightly but went up the stairs to change anyways. I had toned down my look a little for work, but now that I was fully awake, I could do a better job.

I walked outside, smiling as I watched the sky. The sun was setting, and the colours were mesmerising. My outfit certainly made me look out of place, but I didn't care. I felt pretty. I spotted a familiar bandana-clad boy from across the way and made my way over.

"Boo!" I said, causing the three boys to jump.

The one in the middle looked the most startled, looking up at me with wide eyes. I struggled to bite back my laughter, not wanting to be a total prick.

"Video store gir-boy?" Edgar asked.

"Dude is fine little man, and yeah it's me." I turned to the new guy. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Mal."

"S-Sam."

"Awww, little mans got a stutter." I teased. "I'm joking kid, I promise I'm not scary. I just dress this way to scare off all the boys. Did you know once they hit puberty they all have cooties?"

"Cooties?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, there little bugs that eat your insides. They start with your heart and then move to your brain. Leaving you a brainless zombie whos hopelessly in love with whoever infected you."

The boys looked at me horrified. I knew Eddie and Alan would, believe me, they still believe in vampires for fucks sake.

''I don't want that." Sam declared.

"Only one way to stop the cooties boys." I started.

"What?" The brothers demanded in sync.

"Friendship bracelets!'

"What?" They all asked confused.

"Ummm yeah. Cootie bugs cant disrespect the power of friendship bracelets. They can't think you're in love with someone if you're just friends right?"

"I guess that makes sense," Sam admitted.

"It's a good thing I just so happen to carry some with me then isn't it?"

I reached into my bag, pulling out the various bracelets I had made in the past month. It was something I did in my past time, an activity I could completely zone out to. It took all the stress of the day with it. I let the boys choose which ones they wanted, and tied them on each of their wrists.

"There, all safe." I declared.

They looked down at their wrists with relieved looks on their faces.

"You wnna know the best part?" I asked.

They waited for me to continue.

"You can soak 'em in holy water, keep those pesky bloodsuckers away."

I winked at them before walking away. I knew Charlie would call after Max let her go and she showered. She hated going out after work, but I knew she’d want food. As I wandered my way around the boardwalk, I slid through crowds. Despite my appearance I tired my best go unnoticed. Suddenly I heard shouting behind me.

I was about to turn when an arm hooked around me and suddenly I was launched forward. Curly blonde hair crowded my vision as we ran from one of the security guards. Marko. But despite my annoyance for this kid, I was now caught up in his little display. I didn’t want to get reamed out by security guard, so I decided to help him out. I flip this hold on me, by grabbing onto his wrist and making sure I was in front now.

We slipped in and out of people, ducking under arms and squeezing between carts littering the side walk. I pulled him into and ally way and ran up to the garbage bin on the side. I hopped onto it and looked back at him. I extended my hand, but he just starred up at me with that dumb look on his face.

“Well come on asshole, we don’t have all day.” I hissed.

He grabbed my hand and I pulled him up, before preparing to hoist him up onto the side of the building. Once he was up, he leaned over the side to pull me up. I stopped to catch my breath once we ducked down under the edge of the roof. We watched as the security guard entered the alleyway and looked around, before leaving disgruntled.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that babe?” Marko asked.

I glared at his use of the pet name.

“Same place I learned how to break your fucking knee caps if you call me that again.”

He chuckled.

“So you’re always like this? Didn’t just catch you in a mood the other day?”

“If by this, you mean someone who doesn’t put up with teenage bastard bullshit, then yes. Where do you think Charlie got most of her standoffish nature from?”

I pushed myself up, brushing some gravel off my knees, before realised my left one was scraped. I carefully picked a rather large hunk of rock out of the wound.

“Damn it, look what you did Marko.”

But the boy was already looking at me. His eyes were dark and focused in on my wound. I waved my hand in front of his face as he zoned out.

“Marko? Marko!” I yelled, trying to snap him out of it.

I took a deep breath and wretched my arm back, slapping him across the face as hard as I could. I wasn’t about to hold back, he deserved it anyways.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for?”

“You were starring idiot!”

He looked away suddenly.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

I rolled my eyes, putting my hand on his shoulder to turn him back around. I gently placed my hand on his cheek, seeing the red mark face.

“Sorry I hit you so hard.” I apologised.

“It’s fine. You hit like a pro boxer though.” He joked.

“And don’t forget that!“ I smirked. “So what, are you weirded out by blood or something? Charlie zoned out like that sometimes too, when she’s uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

I chuckled, reaching into my bag and pulling out a bandaid before slapping it back on.

“There, all better!”

He rolled his eyes.

“What else you got in that bag of yours?”

“Why do you wanna know?” I raised my brow.

“Got any contraband?”

I scoffed.

“No… but I do have money.” I smirked.

Before I could say anything, Marko swept me up in a bridal hold and jumped down from the roof. I pinched my eyes shut, and let out a breath when we finally landed.

“C’est quoi ton problème, psychopathe!” I hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re saying babe, but it sounds hot.” He purred.

“Put me down you cunt!”

I should have been more carful, cause he dropped me on my ass. I glared up at him, ignoring the hand he held out to lift me up. He probably couldn’t even have done it with how hard he was laughing.

“Do you want some weed or not jackass, cause I’ll only buy you some if you behave.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die!” He said.

I motioned for him to lead the way. After meeting with a very blazed out looking dude, I mean come on, ever heard of not snapping the product. We made our way back onto the boardwalk. I leaned against Marko’s bike as I watched him roll the blunts. I had to admit, his bike was quite beautiful.

I reached into my bag and pulled out some dried rose petals and vervain. I held out my hand for him to pass me some paper.

“What? I can roll my own slif fuck you very much!”

“You get hotter every second?”

“And you continue to decline in mental capacity” I tapped his cheek playfully.

Charlie and the tall brunette approached us. I would have expected her to call, but I guess she didn’t have time.

“What’s that?” Marko asked as he watched me carefully.

“Just some herbs dude, nothing fancy.”

“Are you kidding me, that’s like, extra fancy! It’s like a girl blunt or something!”

“A girl blunt?” Charlie pipped in, finally reaching us.

“Marko here has never heard of mixing your herbs. He’s been smoking some boring ass shit.” I joked.

“I see you’re already corrupting my friend Marko.”

Dwayne laughed from beside her, leaning over the edge of the bike to watch me work as well. What was it with these boys and starring.

“Where’s tweedle Dee and tweedle dumb?” I asked Dwayne.

He gave me a baffled look before smirking.

“Well Tweedle dumb is on food duty, and David is-“

“Right behind you.” David finished.

I shot him a look over my shoulder. He seemed to look over my outfit, as if to say he approved. I locked as with him as I licked the edge of my paper, rolling my blunt.

“Took you long enough.”

“Wasn’t aware you were waiting for me Sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t. But Charlie is hanging out with you lot tonight, so it seems I’m stuck with you just as much as you’re stuck with me.”

I slid the joint into my bra.

“You’re bleeding.” He said, flatly.

“Yeah, blame blondie locks over here for that one!”

Charlie looked at me concerned but I brushed her off.

“You should of seen them David, they saved me from the security guard. It was awesome.” He held up his hand for a high five.

I rolled my eyes, giving him one anyways. Paul appeared in the distance carrying a bag of food. I had to admit I was starving, and I wouldn’t say no to free food. I watched as Dwayne got onto his bike, helping Charlie climb onto the back.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” David smirked.

“Oh hey, Scary babe is joining us tonight? Sick!” Paul cheered.

I bit back a laugh at his choice of adjectives. I wasn’t that scary.

“Who you want to ride with sweetheart?” David asked.

Paul gave me a Hopeful look but I shut him down.

“You’ve got food to carry lover boy!”

I looked between Marko and David. I’d already been forced to be in close proximity to this boy more times than I wanted to today. And I scraped my knee because of him. But David, there was something off about him. Something dark, something that couldn’t be trusted. But I bit back my pride and chose the better of the two options. I walked over to David’s bike and hopped on the back.

“Hold on tight.” He mused, looking over his shoulder.

The ride through town was a whirlwind. I swear these boys didn’t even know what caution was. How Charlie was still alive before I got here was beyond me. But it was easy to zone them out as I watched the scenery zip by. The sky was almost fully black now, and I was hypnotised by the moon.

David offered me a hand as we came to a stop, but I pushed it away and hopped down myself. I straightened out my hair, and walked over to Charlie to help her off Dwayne’s bike. She giggled slightly when I did a little bow after lifting her off the bike.

“My queen.” I said.

“Thank you kind jester.” She joked back.

The boys watched us with curiosity. I finally took a moment to asses our surroundings. If I didn’t know any better I’d say this is where all those tourists went messing. Who brings someone to a cave for a smoke sesh.

“Welcome to our home!” Paul said.

I raised a brow at the misfit.

“You guys live here? Sick.” I admitted.

I mean it was a weird place to hang out, but if they actually lived here, who was I to question them. It was none of my business.

“After you.” Marko said.

“Yeah no, I don’t entrer dark desolate caves first. Kind of a horror movie red flag. Charlie?”

“It’s true, they also don’t ever look in a mirror when it’s dark, go in the woods past midnight alone or with friends, or fallow someone into a dark alley.

“We were in a dark ally earlier.” Marko said.

“Yeah, but I lead you into the alley you dork.”

“Touché.”

I pushed him forward into the entrance of the cave, fallowing shortly after him. Charlie clung to Dwayne and I had to admit out of everyone here he was growing one me. He seemed to have her well-being at heart. Marko grabbed my waist and lifted me over a small puddle. I yelped in surprise.

“A little warning next time dude.”

He just laughed, ruffling my hair. I glared after him. I looked around when we came to a stop. You could definitely tell four boys lived here. But it was cool, I kinda liked the vibe. I took a seat on the couch, and Charlie plopped herself down between my thighs. I smiled down at her, absentmindedly playing with her hair. Paul handed out some food.

“Hope you like Chow Mein.” He said.

“Thanks.”

I ate in silence as I listened to the conversations between the boys and Charlie. She really did seem to trust them, so I guess I could ease up on my protective best friend act. I watched Marko hand off a blunt to Paul who begged David for his lighter. I chuckled, rolling my eyes. I fetched the slif from my bra and lit it, passing it to Charlie first.

“I’m not taking your boob blunt.” She laughed, swatting my hand away.

“I didn’t hear any complaints last time.”

Her face lit up, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Marko was laughing his ass off and Paul stuck his hand out to me.

“You already have one dumb ass.” He pouted.

“Fine.” I handed it off to him and his face broke into the goofiest smile I’d ever seen. "If you say anything about my titties Paul I swear to the gods I will light your ass on fire."

Dwayne's smirk grew even bigger at the banter between me and the two blonde idiots.

"But I like your titties," Marko said.

I glared at him as hard as I could muster.

"What? You said Paul couldn't say anything about them. Girl not, they look nice."

"Sucks for you that only I get to touch them then." I stuck my tongue out at him.

David sat in this dinky little wheelchair, observing the whole interaction. I almost didn't notice him sneak away to grab drinks. He held out a beer to me.

"Thanks," I said.

My hands brushed against his gloved ones for a little longer than I'd have liked them to. But I was about half a blunt in and couldn't give two shits at this point. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. The more cross faded I was the more tolerable they became. And Charlie seemed to actually let loose for once. So I'd say today was a success. Even if I was lured into a creepy murder cave.

AN: OMG this was way longer than I thought it was. I didn't realize I wrote so much. But hopefully, it was well worth the wait. I'll work on part three soon, but I have some other series to catch up on.

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Prompt #19: Turn a Blind Eye

Thubyrgeim regards the Bellworks Manufacturing Company's offices with curiosity.

She keeps track of all her former students to the best of her abilities, but Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn had been an odd one even as far as Arcanists are concerned (which is saying something). Somehow, she'd expected her to end up somewhere...stranger.

This is just a building. Like any other here in Ul'dah. More upstanding than many, in fact - she's fairly sure she passed by five brothels on the way here, which would be excessive by Limsan standards. Everything's bigger in Ul'dah except the people, it seems.

She shifts the crate in her arms as she reaches the front door, shifting it to press uncomfortably into her side as she turns the handle and does an awkward crate-carrying-shuffle through the doorway.

The interior is...messy. The grandfather clock behind the front counter is chipped and half-broken, and there's marks on the carpets that clearly show where furniture had previously been, with each piece being in a slightly different place now. As if everything in the building had been shuffled around in some odd game.

"Ah...hello." The receptionist behind the counter, at least, doesn't seem bothered by the state of things. In fact, he doesn't seem particularly bothered by anything. The lalafell man simply turns a page of his book. She can't make out the full title, just On The Esoterek Practises of Vo--; the rest is covered by his hand.

"Help you?" He asks, gruffly, not looking up.

"Ah, yes. I'm looking for Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn? I believe she heads your arcanotechnology department here?" Thubyrgeim shifts the crate in her arms and offers a polite smile to the man.

"Wyda? Probably in her loft. Through the door, up to the top floor."

She blanches.

A loft.

This crate suddenly feels a lot heavier.

He finally looks up from his book, then to the crate she's carrying. He hmphs to himself. "I'll call 'er down."

"Oh, thank the gods."

_ _ _

Wyda had hugged her. Of course she had. As a mercy, she'd left the crate on the table while she waited for her former student's arrival, so its contents aren't thrown across the whole of the office as the woman practically tackles her.

"Professor!" She sounds delighted. She looks...happy. There's a brightness in her eye that had once only been there in the deepest parts of her research. She's gained a little weight, and...by the gods, she doesn't have any cleavage showing. Thubyrgeim might faint. "'Tis wonderful to see you."

Thubyrgeim finds herself smiling right back, inviting Wyda to join her on the fainting couch in the cubby area near to the stairs. "It's good to see you as well. It's far too infrequent that I get to visit my old students - especially the ones who travelled so far away."

Wyda rolls her eye dramatically as she sits down. "You know that I live in Limsa, aye? You didn't need to come all the way out here. I have a house."

Thubyrgeim did not, in fact, know that. "...I did not. Your forwarding address was listed here."

Wyda's face falls. "Ah." Ah. Expecting an Arcanist to remember to update their forwarding address with their former guild when they move was Thubyrgeim's first mistake, when she thinks about it now. "...I might've forgotten to update my address. Sorry."

Thubyrgeim can't help but laugh, burying her head in her hands. "I shouldn't be surprised. We arcanists are rarely...the most present-minded for things beyond stratagems and research."

A tilt of her head; a concession without a thousand words to go with it. Times really have changed.

"Honestly, I think this trip out here will do me good. Some late summer Thanalan sun will help my pallor, and there's a conference being run by the Thaumaturges tomorrow which I plan to attend."

"You got tickets to that?" Wyda sounds affronted. "Gods, I'd been trying for weeks."

"Being acting guildmaster has some perks, Wyda. Not many, but it does have them." Thubyrgeim adjusts her glasses, all smugness.

Wyda harrumphs and crosses her arms over her chest, doing her best to pout. It would look more effective were she ten years younger, and were Thubyrgeim less aware of just how much trouble the woman had been during her time at the Guild.

In all honesty, the fact that she's able to be here, warm and friendly, is something that she had held doubts about. The accusations of smuggling, the open secret of her habits of providing unlicensed medical aid. Strangeness was accepted in the Arcanist's Guild. Criminality...less so. The fact that she had made it through to her graduation, to hold a doctorate and to be a proud alumnus of the guild, is something that Thubyrgeim had truly found herself doubting at times.

Sometimes she still questions if they had made the right choices.

But seeing her here, head of a department, happy and hale, she can't bring herself to doubt those choices in this moment.

"P'vytola sends her love, before I forget to share that with you, though that is not the reason I am here." Thubyrgeim clears her throat, leaning forwards to pull the crate towards herself. "...The case of the Fraefroea has been closed for some time, and the vault of Mealvaan's Gate can only hold so much evidence. Given Octavian Hostis' recent death, it--"

Wyda drops something. Which is impressive, considering Thubyrgeim hadn't been aware that she'd been holding anything to begin with. "He's dead?"

Oh. "...Did no one tell you? I had thought that..."

Wyda shakes her head. Her eye is wide. Her smile has faded.

"He vanished from Alliance custody some weeks ago, and his body was found on the coast of La Noscea two days later, run through with a spear of some kind. I had assumed someone would have informed you, given your history with him. It... We are certain it is him. No trickery or fakes. He is certainly dead."

Wyda wraps her arms around Thubyrgeim without a word, pressing herself close. "...Thank you."

Oh. She's...not entirely sure how to manage emotions like this. She offers a few pats on Wyda's back, reassuring. "It's over. He can't harm you any further."

When Wyda pulls back from the hug, she's sniffling, and won't quite meet Thubyrgeim's eyes, but there's a new smile at the corners of her mouth. Something different.

"So, ah. We. With his death, the case of the Fraefroea was judged to be fully closed, and the evidence cleared to be released. Most of your personal effects were returned to you at the time, but...there's a few things in here that I had thought you might want to have?"

She shifts the box towards Wyda. She watches her take a few calming breaths. Watches the emotions shift and roil across her like uncertain seas. Watches it all.

Watches her open the crate.

She removes things one at a time. A compass (not hers, apparently - some other crew member's). A sectant (actually hers, though it was cheap and she has a better one now). A swagger stick (probably Octavian's, the smug bastard). A musket, unloaded (definitely Octavian's).

A boning knife. She stabs the blade into the table and snaps the handle. She does it calmly, and coldly. No emotion crosses her face; no fury or grief or despair. She simply sees it and destroys it, like stomping on an ant. "I'll pay to get the table fixed," she murmurs, rolling the broken handle between her fingers.

An overcoat ("I actually forgot that I'd been wearing this when I was captured!"). A mathematical compass, distinct from the navigational one (that one is Wyda's).

And finally, the jar.

Wyda pulls it out. "You brought me..."

She stares at it. It stares back.

Thubyrgeim brushes her hair from her face, and tries her best to look positive. This was a stupid idea. "...It... Technically, it belongs to you?"

There's a few long, painful moments of silence.

And then, Wyda laughs.

#ffxivwrite2022 #Wyda #Thubyrgeim #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #RIGHT under the wire

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A3! Mikage Hisoka | SR - Strawberry KISS | Translation

Quote: “I haven’t been able to take a nap in the courtyard lately. It has been raining a lot. I made a teru teru bozu, so... the rain should stop.”

Thanks Noodles for your help proofreading the backstage!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me. By the way, Director’s name will be Izumi.

A Request to the Teru Teru Bozu /1

Izumi: (It’s also raining today… the sun hasn’t come out lately.) Hisoka: Zzz… Homare: Come on, Hisoka-kun. Wake up! Hisoka: Ngh. Izumi: A-Ahmm, is everything alright? Homare: Ah, Director-kun. It is as you see, Hisoka-kun won’t wake up at all. Hisoka: …I’m awake. Homare: Dear… you will block the way for others sleeping in the middle of the corridor. Izumi: Why are you sleeping in a place like this? Hisoka: Actually, I wanted to sleep in the courtyard, but it’s raining. Izumi: I see. Yeah, it has been raining a lot these days. Homare: Indeed, there’s nothing we can do about it. Homare: But I must admit I’m frustrated about not being able to hold a tea gathering in the courtyard for so long. Homare: …Ah, inspiration has come to me! Homare: Would you come to this tea gathering in the rain? Maybe rainy but a tea party! Homare: What do you think? A fine poem, don’t you agree? Hisoka: Zzz… Izumi: Ah, just when I thought he would be awake for a while. Homare: Oh, dear… didn’t you have to work at Guy’s shop today? Hisoka: …You’re right. Homare: Then, hurry up and get ready. Izumi: Good luck at work, Hisoka-san! Hisoka: …Mhm.

Guy: Mikage. This is for table three. Hisoka: Okay. Also, table one asked for a Moscow Mule. Guy: Understood. Guy: …Mh. Hisoka: What’s the matter? Guy: It seems like we run out of stock of mixer drinks. I thought I bought more of them… Hisoka: I can go to buy them. You stay in the bar, Guy. Guy: It’s raining. I apologize, but are you alright with me asking you that favor? Hisoka: Sure. I’ll be back.

Hisoka: (...I’m sure this will be enough.) Hisoka: (...The rain hasn’t stopped at all.) Cat: …Meow. Hisoka: (...A cat’s meow? Where did it come from?) Hisoka: Under those eaves… it might be taking shelter from the rain. Cat: Meow~ Hisoka: There, there. Cat: Purr, purr. Meow~ Hisoka: …I want to play with you, but I have to go back. Guy is waiting for me. Hisoka: Be careful not to get wet, okay? Cat: Meow~ Hisoka: Hm? Hisoka: (So there was a poster displayed here. I didn’t notice it.) Hisoka: —!

Kumon: It’s raining again today~ Muku: There’s no choice. It’s because of the season. I’ve started to miss the sunny days. Hisoka: ...Sigh. Tsumugi: Is there something wrong, Hisoka-kun? You let out a sigh after looking outside the window... Azuma: Maybe he had plans to go out somewhere. Homare: He mentioned he couldn’t sleep in the courtyard because of the rain. So Hisoka-kun might be tired of this never-ending rain. Hisoka: … Yuki: I hope tomorrow is sunny. The weather forecast is not good, though. Tsumugi: Do you have something to do? Misumi: Mhm! The summer troupe will have a picnic~ Homare: I see. The weather determines if you carry it out or not. Kazunari: For these cases, the solution is making teru teru bozus! Azuma: Teru teru bozus? The summer troupe makes them often. Muku: I’m someone who attracts the rain. The teru teru bozu’s efficacy might drop because of me… Yuki: You’re overthinking it. It has worked quite well before. Kazunari: That’s right! The boy who attracts the sun is here too! Misumi: Let’s get ready~ Hisoka: …I will make one too. Kazunari: Oh, Hiso Hiso will join us too!? Kumon: Let’s make them together~! Tsumugi: So Hisoka-kun misses taking a nap in the courtyard that much. Azuma: Fufu. There might be another reason he wants it to be sunny.

A Request to the Teru Teru Bozu /2

Muku: The summer troupe's teru teru bozus usually have a face drawn on them. Hisoka: Oh, I see… Yuki: Also, we attach our favorite ribbon to it as a necktie. Kazunari: You need to decorate yours too, Hiso Hiso! How about starting with the face? Misumi: I will use this triangle I picked up earlier to make the head of the teru teru bozu! Misumi: I spin it like this to cover it… and it’s done~! Kumon: Awesome! That’s impressive, Sumi-san! Yuki: A teru teru bozu with a triangle head is innovative. A bit too much, though. Hisoka: …Can I use anything to make the head? Kazunari: Yep! Generally, you make it by rolling some tissues~ Kazunari: But the effectiveness will somehow rise if you put something important inside! Kumon: Really!? Yuki: First I've heard of that. Hisoka: Something important… Hisoka: Then I’ll use marshmallows. Some cheap ones. Kazunari: Sounds good to me! Misumi: It seems soft to the touch. So nice~! Muku: Tomorrow will be sunny for sure with this! Hisoka: …Mhm.

Izumi: It’s been a while since we had a lovely day like today. Azuma: It seems like the teru teru bozu that the summer troupe made with Hisoka worked in the end. Tsumugi: I think this weather is nice enough for them to have enjoyed their picnic. Izumi: Yeah, me too. They should be back soon. - Hisoka enters the room - Hisoka: I’m back. Izumi: Ah, Hisoka-kun. Welcome home. Tsumugi: Did you go out too, Hisoka-kun? Hisoka: Mhm. Azuma: And you even brought some packages with you. Hisoka: These… are freshly-made marshmallows from a sweet festival that’s currently exhibiting them. Tsumugi: Freshly-made marshmallows? Izumi: Wow, they are colorful and fancy! Hisoka: I couldn’t go to buy them if they canceled it because of the rain… I’m glad today was sunny. Tsumugi: I understand… that’s why you made a teru teru bozu too. Azuma: Fufu. You never change, Hisoka. Izumi: So they were holding that type of festival. Hisoka: I found a poster about it when I went to play with a cat sheltering from the rain.

Choose 1: Are there other sweets?

Izumi: There might be other sweets as well! I’m a bit curious about them. Tsumugi: Sweets… I feel like Juza-kun would be interested in them. Azuma: Fufu, I agree. Hisoka: Then… I’ll invite them next time I go. Of course, Director can come too. Izumi: Thanks, I can’t wait.

Choose 2: All thanks to the cat.

Izumi: Then, because of the cat, you learned about the sweet festival. Hisoka: It was a pretty friendly cat… maybe it was the marshmallow god in disguise. Izumi: Haha. In that case, you have to show your gratitude to it. Hisoka: Mhm. I’ll say thanks to it when I meet it again.

Izumi: Even so, that seems like a considerable amount of freshly-made marshmallows to eat all by yourself—. - Tenma comes in - Tenma: I’m back. Kazunari: That picnic was fun–! Misumi: I found a new triangle~! Izumi: Welcome back. Kumon: But, what are you doing gathered here? Hisoka: …Here. For you. Tenma: Hm? These are… marshmallows? Kazunari: What, these are super puffy! Yuki: Heh, their color is cute too. Hisoka: Those are freshly-made marshmallows I bought at a sweet festival. …Please, eat them. Muku: Can we really take them? Yuki: They seem exclusive. Hisoka: …I could buy them because it was sunny today. Hisoka: That means, it was all thanks to you and the teru teru bozu. Thanks. Muku: So that was it! Kumon: I’m glad you could buy them without problems. Kazunari: Since you insist, time to try them! Misumi: Thanks, I’m taking one~! Tenma: Those are as good as the ones on my filming sets. Yuki: If I’m not wrong, Tenma wasn’t with us yesterday. Are you sure you want to give some to him? Tenma: W-What are you saying!? Hisoka: There are many of them. Let’s eat them all together. Hisoka: Director, Tsumugi and Azuma too. Izumi: Thanks, Hisoka-san. Azuma: It’s cute how absorbed they are in eating the marshmallows. Tsumugi: A scene that makes you smile. Izumi: Fufu. Indeed. Hisoka: Munch, munch… so tasty.

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Note: If you’re curious about how a teru teru bozu with triangle head looks like, Misumi made one before in the A3! Web Manga

#a3! translation #hisoka mikage #a3!#a3! hisoka #a3! backstage story #a3! specialty of pâtissiers event

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