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oneshot | vampire! au | 2.1k words

“There were deities much more addictive than your master’s fangs.”

s u m m a r y > > it was time for the most powerful vampire to feed. you should not keep him waiting.

w a r n i n g s > > vampire! jeongin, servant! reader i guess, jeongin is obviously extremely beautiful, shadows and magic related stuff, jeongin’s a little mad at the start, reader do be very horny, making out, jeongin is so sensual, fingering, orgasming, and very very very slight fluff at the end.

a u t h o r ’ s n o t e > > i feel dirty writing this for jeongin but ion CARE he’s got me so fucked up lately !!! was originally for seungcheol but since our little boy’s playing wild ass games w me recently i decided to change. i hope you enjoy and jeongin i’m so sorry 🖤

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YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE MADE YOUR MASTER WAIT.

Heart in your throat, you rushed down the murky hallways of your master’s manor, the eerie torches guiding you to your destination. The mere light curved towards the black mist, lingering around you as if he himself led you to him.

Another turn to your right, you met the double doors of the main hall, closed before you — dark, ancient writing was encrypted upon the metal, and when you touched it the element sang, glowing slightly over your presence. You pushed the door open, you braced yourself for the man who awaited you.

No, no. Not a man.

A fairytale. A legend only told in stories, a villain who haunted the nights of many.

The creature which had bound you to him.

Your eyes widened at what it exposed.

There he was — Yang Jeongin, the notorious beast, engulfed in midnight as he sat on his obsidian throne; his beautiful face, illuminated by the full moon revealed through stained glass windows, was laced with a strong emotion, darkened lips pursed as his eyes, closed, were nearly hidden by his slick black hair, cascading over his forehead. He adorned a silk shirt, overshadowed by his large longcoat, and his one leg was folded, an ankle over knee as the only shadows trailed over his trousers.

The vampire was darkness incarnate. Swallowed all light until, when he heard you enter, his eyes fluttered open. The colour of rubies shone in his irises, so intense it stole the very breath from your lungs.

His gaze was red. It was with this fact you realised that the strong emotion was pure, unadulterated rage.

Rage, swirling with another vivid feeling entirely.

“Where were you?” His deep, solid voice thundered in the throne room.

You tried to speak, but were met with no words upon your tongue. God, his mere presence brought you to vulnerability.

When his question was not answered, he unfolded his leg, a THUD! resonating in the room as his foot hit the obsidian steps of his throne. “Can you not even speak before me?” He taunted in his iron murmur.

“I-I…” you began, taking in a deep breath to study yourself. It hurt how ethereal he truly was. “I...I am here now.”

The shadows began to crawl towards you. “I can see that, darling.”

You felt the inky accomplices of your master, curling around your feet, shifting upon your skirts. You tried to look down, but an exterior force had you raising your chin to look at Jeongin, whose eyes had reddened even more.

His hands fisted upon the arms of his throne. “Come here.”

You did not need to be told twice.

Obliging him instantly, you walked up to the black steps, ready to kneel down before him when a small grunt escaped him.

“No, no, darling,” he said, raising a hand.

When his fingers drummed against his leather-kissed thigh, you swore you felt the floor sway beneath your feet. “Right here.”

Oh, dear Lord.

Balance uncertain, you made the final step upwards, standing right before the seated hunter of the humans. He flicked his fingers, and instantly dark mist curled towards you, a small rush of breath escaping you as the force had you sitting down — right upon his lap.

The granite hardness of his thigh had your eyes widening, a strange, mystical sensation pooling at your core. When you locked eyes with Jeongin, though, it seemed to fasten even more.

You did not know if it was misfortune or pure luck that he picked up in your shift of attitude. “Damned above, doll, I can smell the sex off of you.”

He chucked when you gulped, a little too loud. “I have not even touched you, darling,” he mused, his phantom hands encircling your waist. “Yet here you are, already frantic for me.”

Your hands fisted upon your lap, urging to have your fingers threaded in his midnight locks. “Please, master,” you mumbled, caging yourself in his otherworldly gaze. “Use me already.”

Jeongin parted his mouth, and already his canines began to sharpen. He ran his tongue over the teeth, as his other hand gripped onto your chin.

“That’s what I like to hear, doll.”

You could not answer back. Not when the creature had closed the distance, enveloping your lips with his own.

The sheer hypnotism of his kiss had a moan climbing up your throat, but his mouth upon you refused to let the sound free. He hitched his leg higher, having you engulfing in his darkness, fingers on his chin tilting your head for added pleasure.

His tongue played along the seam of your lips, and you couldn’t open your mouth faster enough. He explored your inner workings, feeling your very heartbeat under the pads of his fingertips and relishing at how it rushed with every swirl of his tongue against yours.

When he pulled away, you couldn’t suppress the whine inside you as his hand cupped your jaw, the other roaming your waist. His eyes glowed even brighter, radiating the hunger which heightened with the kiss.

“Fuck , ____, I think I want to ruin you,” he guttered.

You blinked slowly at him, running your hands up his silk-stained chest. “Ruin me then, master.”

The greatest vampire on earth had never obliged on someone else’s wishes faster.

His next kisses were harsh, roughened as he thrust his tongue inside you, fingers trailing up and down over your body. You finally received refuge in his hair, and the soft, velvety locks were, ironically, pure heaven, cherishing them more when Jeongin removed himself from your lips, instead trailing down. His mouth found solace upon your cheeks, jaw, and then down the column of your throat, emitting a gasps of pleasure from each touch.

The shadows, at his call, curled over your legs, caressing the hem of your skirts, teasing it upwards ever so slightly. The cold night air brushed your exposed skin, the dress hitching higher until the vampire’s own fingers took up the task instead. Shivers ran down your spine as his touch glided up your skin, all the way up to your thighs as the skirts bunched you at your waist.

Tearing away from your neck, the beast took a glance down at the hidden treasure between your legs, salivating to find it soiled from his labour. His hand slid over to the underwear, palming your core upon the fabric.

A lewd moan tore from your throat, much to Jeongin’s pleasure.

He carried on, a malicious smirk spreading on his face, and you thrived off his amusement till he began to pull your underwear down.

Discarding it completely, the fangs he tried to contain slid sharper when he took in your gleaming cunt, all courtesy of him.

When imprisoning you with his gaze, his blood-shot eyes seemed to glimmer with ecstasy.

“I’m taking you to Hell, darling.”

As his fingers began to brush against your inner thigh, Jeongin focused his eyes on your exposed neck, already rooted to the network of veins and arteries within your skin. Planting his lips upon a certain spot, he offered open mouthed kisses, causing you to hiss at the sheer thrill that evoked.

When his digits began skimming over the surface, however, a soft whimper escaped you, along with the double pleasure of teeth grazing upon your throat.

“P-please, master,” you gritted out, holding onto his hair for dear life. “Stop teasing.”

“Shh…” he kissed you further down your throat, and all this waiting had you sensing a deep heaviness in your belly.

You were about to complain further when the creature plunged the first finger inside of you.

A broken groan rooted out of you, his digit digging right up to the knuckle, a slow drive which had the full potential to drive you insane. The assault on your neck was prevalent, and you feared you would pass out if he drained you of your blood now.

The thought was not pondered over further when the second finger joined in, stretching out your walls and lapping up the arousal pooling between his invasion. Jeongin then began a rhythm of slowly pulling out from your cunt, and then diving back in, fastening his pace until you thought you dribbled out your responses.

His other hand gripped onto your chin, forcing your gaze to lock with his. “Are you ready?” He whispered, and although you were nearly fucked out, you understood what he truly meant. You only nodded, tilting your head to the side so you fully offered your neck to him, already bruised from the roughened kisses.

The vampire’s ruby eyes glistened. “Use your words, darling,” he rasped out, continuing his ecstatic efforts upon your cunt, thumb grazed over your clit. “I want you to say it.”

You could barely feel yourself sat upon his lap anymore, your very own throne. “Yes,” you declared in a ragged breath. “Take my blood master.”

A devil smile enveloped his spit-slick lips.

“Wonderful.”

In seconds, the creature was upon you, never stopping upon your core as he skimmed his teeth over your skin.

It was then you felt the fangs upon your throat.

Although he had done so many times, there was always a shot of pain as his canines pricked your neck, slowly, ever so slowly digging deeper into your skin. You cried out, but then the bastard thrust a third finger inside you, and the cry became a scream, so intoxicated from his mouth and fingers, working simultaneously and too damn well. Both had the same objective to decimate you completely.

Your orgasm thrummed deep within you, right on the edge and threatening ruination. You said so to the creature, attacking you on all fronts. As if understanding, Jeongin only quickened his pace, beginning to drink.

An enchanted sound hummed from him as he engulfed your blood, like the sweetest nectar of all the land if he was a little bee, flying away in the countryside. He had drunk the life out of hundreds, yet the taste of you had been the most alluring to him — he had never known why, but this mystery had him all the more attracted to you, as he sucked on your neck.

His slow drainage had you delirious — your eyes became heavy lidded, your grip nearly gone upon his locks, and you could hardly feel your legs, shaking from the soon undoing of the vampire.

“M-mas...master,” his title slurred from you, and you needed it. The final push, the last thrust forward into bliss.

And perhaps it was the endearment, the fucked out rasp or simply because it was you, all pillaged, which had him sending his three fingers plunging inside your cunt. You let out a shuddered scream, your orgasm tearing through your body, tears down your eyes as you came over his digits. His thirsting was unfinished, so you did not cease your whimpering.

Black spots entered your vision, Jeongin slowly withdrawing his fingers, skimming soothingly over your folds. All the while, he drank, a treacle of blood trailing down his chin. You thought this was the end, that maybe he did not realise that you were going to die if he kept draining you, and you tried tugging, but the strength was gone.

When you nearly went limp in his hold, only then did he slow down. With shuddering relief, he slipped his fangs out your throat, and lapped his tongue over the pricks upon your skin. After pressing a soft kiss upon the wound, he finally looked down at the mess you had made.

“Oh, no, darling,” he cooed softly, hand sliding under your head. “Undoing yourself from just my fingers?”

He caressed your locks. “I thought you would like to go all the way today—” he shushed your whining, your wish of his cock in you, “—but we might have to do that another time.”

A cruel smile caught on his face. “I do not wish for another blood bag. I quite like the thought of you staying with me for a little longer.”

Those words alone could have killed you.

He swiped your skirts down, holding onto you still. “How would you like a bath, doll?”

You nodded erratically, yet he sensed your enthusiasm with a laugh. “You are damned lucky I like you, ____,” he declared.

Even with the fucked out state, you felt yourself blush.

You are damned lucky I like you, ____.

It was this little declaration which lingered still, when, picking you up in his arms, he stood from his obsidian throne.

With the help of his shadows, as you were cocooned by midnight, you and the greatest vampire in the world disappeared from the hall.

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 3 years

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The Art of Love (Part 7) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day Weekend my loves! I’m finally getting back into this story. Hopefully I’ll be able to finish it up soon, but no promises. lol but I hope you enjoy. I wanted to get this out because this year the dates actually line up lol so here we are.

Summary: You and Steve host his mom and Bucky for dinner.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (Eventual), Bucky Barnes, Sarah Rogers

Rating: K+

Warnings: None. Fluff . Idiots

Word Count: 1968

Divider by: @whimsicalrogers

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You were unable to tear your eyes away from Steve as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it in the hamper, though you rolled your eyes when he laughed at you. It wasn’t until you heard him singing Sexyback that you huffed and turned back to the dresses.

You stared at your remaining options. You couldn’t help but smile when you came to a decision. If you were right, you knew exactly why it was his favorite. After you packed away the rest of the dresses you flopped down on the bed scrolling through your notifications.

“Did you make a decision?” Steve asked as he exited the bathroom, dressed in his jeans and white tank top but barefoot.

You gestured to the closet where the blue wrap dress hung next to his shirt.

Steve looked at it and grinned.

“My favorite.” Steve laid on his side next to you, propping his head in his hand. “We really should go back to California soon.”

You rolled on your side to mimic his position.

“I’d love that. Ooh maybe in the winter though because it’ll be nice and warm,” you giggled.

“That’s a great idea.”

You dropped your gaze from his and started tracing the pattern of his bedspread.

“What’s going through your head, sweetheart?” Steve asked as he covered your hand with his own.

“Just going over what’s left to do for tonight.”

“Everything is all set. There’s nothing left for you to do except to get ready.”

“How long do I have?”

Steve glanced at his phone.

“About an hour.”

“Okay, that’s probably enough time to make myself presentable,” you fretted.

He cupped your cheek, focusing your attention on him.

“Sweetheart, please stop worrying. You are always beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Nope. It’s my professional opinion. Are you doubting someone who almost has a bachelor’s in fine arts?” he demanded haughtily.

You giggled and rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he beamed.

“That I do.”

“Why don’t you go take a shower. Take your time and relax. I even bought the candle you like.”

“Summer storm?”

“Yup.”

“You’re the best.”

You kissed him on the cheek as you climbed over him to go shower.

The shower helped calm your nerves and when the water ran cold you wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel Steve had bought just for you and padded back into the bedroom.

You kept the music on low as you got ready, fixing your hair and doing some light make up. When you were satisfied with your appearance you tugged on the dress and slid your feet into the low heels. The final touch was the silver necklace of a dancer that Steve had bought you for your first showcase.

“So how do I look?” you asked as you stood beside the TV.

“Beautiful.”

He patted the spot beside him on the couch and you happily joined him. He immediately twined his fingers through yours.

“I’m really glad that you’re here with me tonight. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

He brought your hands up so he could kiss your knuckles you couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at your lips. Your shower and primping had taken less time than you expected so you and Steve passed the time watching the Good Place.

You were tucked neatly into Steve’s side as you waited for his mom and Bucky to arrive. As his nerves mounted yours seemed to recede and you rubbed soothing circles over his knuckles.

“Relax, Steve. It’s your mom and Bucky. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“There’s a lot to worry about. The three people I love the most are all going to be in the same place.”

“I thought you weren’t worried about me meeting your mom.”

“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about me. The three people who have the most dirt on me in the same room. Yikes.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You know I live to lift you up. But I hope she brought baby pictures.”

“You’re awful.”

“You love me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Not a doubt in my mind.”

He pulled you closer and kissed the crown of your head.

“Good because I do. Mmm. You smell good.”

“I smell like you.” you giggled. “I forgot my shower gel.”

“Yeah but it’s your shampoo. It’s the perfect combination.”

You were interrupted by keys jangling and the door swinging open.

“Honey, I’m home.”

“Hey, Buck.”

“Hey, Smudge. Hey, Stevie.”

Neither of you moved from the couch as he hung his jacket up and walked into the kitchen.

“God it smells great in here.”

“Bucky Barnes, don’t you dare eat anything to spoil your appetite.”

“But I’m starving,” he whined.

“We’re having appetizers as soon as Steve’s mom gets here. Just wait.”

Bucky pouted into his beer as he sank into the opposite end of the couch.

“I promise it’s worth it.”

“I’m sure it is, doll”

“You’re too sweet, Buck. What did you do today?”

“I spent most of it at the hospital. A spot on their Saturday shift opened up so I took it.”

“Aw that’s great. You didn’t think you’d be able to this semester.”

“I know. I’m really glad. There’s this really sweet girl who just is amazing.”

You and Steve shared a smile at the excitement and fondness in his voice.

The three of you chatted, until your nerves got the best of you and you moved into the kitchen to triple check everything for dinner. The boys trailed behind you, but stayed out of your way.

Your eyes snapped to the door when it buzzed and you tracked Steve as he went to greet his mom. Bucky used your distraction to swipe a grape earning him a rap on the knuckles with a cheese knife.

“Hands off, Buck.”

“Aw come on, doll.”

“No more.”

Bucky pouted but kept his hands to himself as you retrieved the glasses from the cabinet.

Steve was laughing when he opened the door with the one and only Sarah Rogers trailing behind him. She smiled brightly when she spotted you and Bucky. You quickly wiped your hands on the dish towel and hurried to greet her.

“Hi, Mrs. Rogers, it’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s lovely to see you, darling. Please call me, Sarah.”

Once Steve took her coat she leaned forward to kiss you on each cheek.

“Hello, James.”

“Hey, Aunt Sarah,” he grinned around a mouthful of cheese.

“Buck!”

“Sorry, Smudge!”

Rolling your eyes you headed back into the kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink, Ma?”

“I’ll just have some water.”

“Regular water or seltzer water.”

“Regular please, dear.”

“Sweetheart do you want anything.”

“Water please.”

You retrieved the charcuterie board fiddling slightly trying to disguise the gap Bucky’s munchies had left. He had the good grace to look apologetic when you glared in his direction.

Sarah had made herself comfortable in the arm chair and Bucky took the chair and a half across from her leaving you to sit beside Steve on the couch. He patted your knee before taking your hand as he had earlier.

“How was your Saturday? Did you work today?” Steve asked.

“No, I’m off this weekend. I went grocery shopping. Needed to stock up on a few items. It was a mad house though.”

“Really? It was quiet when we were there,” Steve hummed.

“We were there at like 6:30,” you pointed out.

“True. And it was getting crowded when we were finishing up.”

“I wonder why.”

Bucky and Sarah gaped at the two of you.

“You two really do live under a rock in that arts building don’t you?”

Sarah laughed at Bucky’s observation.

“Why? What are we missing?”

“There’s a blizzard coming tomorrow. Everyone was stocking up before the storm.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Uh huh. It’s been on every news station for a week. What have you been doing?”

“Avoiding my phone at all costs,” you admitted.

Steve shrugged his agreement. “I’ve been distracted.”

“Well, I hope you got more than just food for tonight.”

“Yeah, we’re all set,” Steve assured his mom. “We’ll just hunker down here for the next few days.”

“Absolutely. It’s not like we were planning to leave for the next couple of days anyways,” you agreed.

“Oh did you two have plans for the holiday?”

You squirmed under Sarah’s amused but expectant gaze, not wanting to give her the wrong impression.

“Tomorrow is our annual Lord of the Rings Marathon. We do it every year,” Steve explained with a grin.

“How did that come about?”

“During Freshman year, I got really sick right around Valentine’s Day. And my roommate, and pretty much everyone else I knew had gone on this ski trip that whole week. Steve was worried about me so he brought me pancakes from the dining hall and chicken noodle soup and stayed with me the whole weekend. We watched a ton of movies, but somehow Lord of the Rings became a tradition.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“Yeah it is.”

You squeezed as his hand as he looked over at you with that soft smile you loved so much.

Steve patted his stomach and hummed as he sat back in his chair, nudging your knee with his. Bucky was wiping his bowl with the last of the rolls, and Sarah demurely wiped at her mouth.

“Dinner was absolutely delicious. I’ve got to say, Y/n, I’m impressed you’ve taught my son to cook.”

“I wouldn’t say I taught him. We more figured it out together. Poor Bucky had to taste test a lot of nearly inedible things.”

“Except her baking. That’s always been amazing,” Bucky piped up as he shoved the last roll into his mouth.

“Speaking of, I should get the pie in the oven to warm up or we won’t have dessert until midnight,” you fretted.

“I’ve got it, sweetheart. Just relax.”

“I’m sure the boys won’t mind cleaning up.”

You glance at Steve who nods encouragingly before hopping to his feet, squeezing your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head as he passed by. Bucky finished chewing and began to clear the dishes.

“Why don’t we move over to the couch?” she suggested.

You nodded and grabbed your glass and followed her, sitting next to the older woman.

“I’m so glad that we’re finally getting to spend some time together. Steve never stops talking about you. You’re clearly very special to him.”

You couldn’t help but look over at him, smiling as he elbowed Bucky out of the way at the sink.

“He’s very special to me too.”

“Thank you for taking care of him. I know he can get lost in his work.”

“He does the same for me.”

“I also have to say, you’re a beautiful dancer. I’m looking forward to your performance at the Showcase. It’s always been a highlight in the past.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m flattered.”

“I also saw that you and Steve were celebrating a new job last night?”

“Yes, I just joined the Howling Commando Stage Troupe as a dancer and assistant choreographer.”

“Oh that’s so exciting. Congratulations. Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes, absolutely. They’ll send me the info for the summer series in a few weeks.”

“And how does one manage being a dancer and a choreographer at the same time.”

“The Howlies always mount two shows simultaneously, so I’ll be dancing in one show while I help choreograph the other.”

“Ah, I see. Well that is quite the undertaking, but I’m sure it will all be beautiful. You’ll have to let me know when opening night is. I would love to come and see you.”

Her earnest support caught you off guard.

“Of course,” you finally managed. “Thank you.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed !

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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Not About Angels - Sebastian Stan Fluff

The one where, after you die, you find out that the love of your life isn’t really who you thought he was.

Warnings: Devil!Seb AU. hellish themes? Bit of smutty conversation. Light angst. Mentions of death without details That’s pretty much it.

A/N: I’m already working on a smutty part II that picks up where this one stops, so hype me up on that and it might come sooner rather than later

Seb’s P.O.V.

“Sir?” Sebastian looked at the demon who had just joined him in his throne room with only partial interest. “That thing that you asked us to warn you about has just happened.” And just like that, he was out of his room in a flash, eager to see you again. Of course, in the actual life, he had just left you to “work”, as he had been doing every day since he met you by chance in one of his visits to the land of the living, but he had no idea when he had kissed you goodbye, that today was the day you would join him in the afterlife. Your forever was about to start, and he itched to touch you, kiss you, to have you in his arms again even if not much time had passed.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been, actually. Time worked differently around here, but even though it was longer, to him it felt like an eternity until he found your confused eyes staring back at him in the hall of his own home.

“Seb? W-what is going on?” Suddenly, he felt as if his heart was dropping to his stomach. He hadn’t thought this through. You were scared, that much was clear by the way your fingers trembled and how you chewed on your bottom lip. The same bottom lip he had feasted on so many times before.

And that much was to be expected, wasn’t it? You had just died, and here you were, in hell. All because of him.

“Seb?” You took a step closer to him, reaching out for the man you loved and all he could do was stare emptily back at you. His heart pounded against his chest as he thought over what he had done. What it meant now that you were here with him.

“What did they tell you?” You blinked twice, before completely comprehending what he’d said. He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh and cold, he was just terrified at the prospect of you hating him for what he did.

“W-what?”

“What. Did. They. Tell. You?” He didn’t miss the way you flinched at his tone, he couldn’t. Not only was he completely attuned to you, it would also be visible to anyone from a mile away.

“N-not much. They didn’t tell me… Nothing at all, actually. They just… Asked me to wait here. For you.” The sight of her water-filled eyes broke my heart and forced me to look away, out of the window, at the bright lights of a city that I had created and looked over. My heart felt heavy now, as I tried to urge myself to look at her again and explain everything.

“What do you remember?” I monotonously asked, still not staring at her, although I could see her fidgeting with her fingers from the corner of my eyes.

“Again, n-not much. I remember…” I could have seen exactly when she realized what had happened, I knew it was coming from the way she suddenly dropped her arms and let out a tiny, “Oh.” But I didn’t. I closed my eyes instead, my hands tucked all the way inside my pants’ pockets as I waited for the inevitable outcome of what would happen. Only it never did. Instead, I felt a tiny, warm hand pressed against my cheek, carefully asking me for attention.

I could never refuse her. I couldn’t when she was alive, there was no way I’d be able to start doing that now. So I looked down at her, finding her bright eyes filled with a warmth I was used to seeing directed at me but was in no way expecting to still be in the receiving end of it in such a circumstance.

The feeling of her touch on my skin was enough to break my control and I found myself wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her body close to mine while our eyes remained connected.

“I died, didn’t I?” I could only nod as I tightened my grip around her, scared to see her run away from me. “Baby…” Her own grip on me tightened, both of her hands holding my face now. “Where am I?” Sighing, I dropped my head to connect her forehead to mine.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Sebastian looked… guilty as he finally raised his gaze to mine again. “You’re… you’re in hell, darling.” Perhaps I should have felt something other than curiosity, but as I remained tightly embraced by the man I loved, I just couldn’t find it in myself to care. So I just snorted. That made him raise an eyebrow at me, an incredulous look on his face. “Did you just… Are you finding this amusing, doll?”

I broke down in a fit of laughter as he tried to contain his own chuckle, at last dropping his hands from my body. He allowed me to bend over in an effort to gather air into my lungs. “Y-yes, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just never thought I’d end up here.” That seemed to have been the wrong thing to say, by the way his smile dropped and he started to avoid my eyes again. “Okay, enough of this, my love. Will you tell me what is going on?” I cautiously approached him again until I was able to wrap my arms around his torso this time.

“What do you want to know?” Good, he returned my hug. We were making progress.

“Well, now that I know where I am, I would like to know why you’re here. Did you happen to die at the same time as I did? Did you…” As the thought passed over my brain, I couldn’t help but to gasp loudly as I pulled him to look at me again. “Sebastian freaking Stan, tell me you didn’t kill yourself when you heard I had died.”

My boyfriend looked very conflicted at my display of anxiety. On one hand, I felt like he was trying very hard not to laugh at my question, but at the same time, I saw in his eyes he was very concerned about something.

“Come on, baby. Talk to me. I won’t judge… Well, I will most definitely be angry at you, but you have to remember that I love you and I’ll get over it eventually.” I watched as he screwed his eyes shut very tightly before answering.

“No, I didn’t die.” Well, that didn’t serve to lessen my confusion.

“Then…”

“You’re asking the wrong question, darling.” That shut me up, but only for a second.

“What was I supposed to be asking?” I felt his thumbs softly caressing my hips, just like he always did. It relaxed me, but only a little. I suppose that much was expected, given the situation.

“Why you are here.” Huh. That was not what I was expecting him to suggest to me. It hadn’t even crossed my mind, actually. I had just accepted the fact that I was here, and that was it. I mean, did I know that I hadn’t committed any major sins while alive? Yeah, of course. Just as I was sure that I must have committed a lot of minor ones that would interfere with my path to heaven. It had just always been the way I saw the possible afterlife. I figured only actual saints and martyrs went to heaven, while the rest of us would be trapped in hell or its equivalent.

“I don’t care,” I explained, shrugging as I hugged him to me again. “Whatever it is, at least it brought me to you. If you’re here too, I’m glad I’m not in heaven. It wouldn’t be heaven to me. Not without you.”

Seb’s P.O.V.

Fuck. How the fuck was I supposed to do this? I had to, though. She deserved as much.

“Baby…” I started, carefully pulling away from her so I could watch her face. She frowned, probably confused about why I didn’t want to hug her anymore. “There’s something you don’t know about me.”

I pulled her with me so we’d get out of the entrance hall and further into the house. She silently let me drag her through all of the main floor, and though I didn’t turn around to look at her, I knew she’d be staring at my house with a gaping mouth.

It was a bit much, even I could admit.

But for now, I didn’t have the time to give her the tour or explain my decor choices. Perhaps after I was done with my story, if she still wanted to be with me.

Please, let her still want me.

We finally made our way to the back balcony, and I brought her to my garden. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been here, but it was still well-kept by some of my demons - well, as well-kept as I liked it to be. I’d always enjoyed the more overgrown look, so that was the theme of my backyard. Except for the little path that took us to the fountain, dark green dominated the environment, and I hoped she would like it.

If she didn’t, she could always change it however she wanted, if she decided to stay.

Please, make her decide to stay.

We stopped in front of the fountain. Once there, I let go of her hand and finally turned to look her in the eyes again.

“Seb?” She asked, confused. I took my time to memorize her just like that, still in love with me, still trusting in the person she believed me to be.

Please, don’t let her change her mind.

Sighing, I took off my overcoat, letting it drop to the floor, before slowly starting to unbutton my black shirt. I watched her the entire time. She was frowning, definitely trying to understand what was going on, and she looked so cute that it hurt.

I knew she remembered what I had in my back. In the living world, it translated into a black tattoo of wings. Here, they were real.

And so I spread them, something I hadn’t done in what felt like forever. Why would I? I had no reason to fly anymore. It was just something I used to do. It reminded me too much of home, of how things were when I was still up there.

And I didn’t want to remember. I had no reason to.

Yet I had to admit that the feeling of flying, even if it was actually just hovering a few feet up in the air, felt freeing. For a few seconds, I was able to forget my anxiety and just appreciate that I was still able to do this. It felt like stretching a muscle that hadn’t been used in a really long time.

But then I had to open my eyes and face the reality that I was living in. So I looked down and found Y/N staring up at me with indecipherable eyes.

I stayed up in the air for a little bit longer, trying to gather whatever sort of reaction I could so I could be prepared for whichever outcome was waiting for me when I touched the ground again. Alas, there were no visible tells, so with a resigned sigh, I came down and closed my wings.

We both stood there, looking at each other in perfect silence, and it felt like there was a battle going on between the two of us, only I didn’t know what it was about. Finally, after what felt like forever, her voice pierced through my dark thoughts with perfect clarity.

“The reason I was sent to hell… My sin…”

“... was loving me,” I interrupted, anxious to get this over with. By now, I was already in pieces, fully prepared for the sight of her horrified face as she realized what she had done, what I had put her through.

Once again I closed my eyes, just so I wouldn’t have to see her leaving me.

Only, instead of the sound of her steps getting further and further away, I was overcome with the feeling of warmth as I was wrapped around a familiar embrace.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I buried my face in his chest, appreciating the intimate scent of autumn, home and insanity that were ever-present in the man I loved. Guess now it made sense. I let his scent ground me, although, despite the circumstances, I didn’t feel all that confused. I had everything I needed right in my arms.

When I finally felt his arms around my body, reciprocating my embrace, I pushed my face away so I could stare up into his beautiful eyes. He looked so confused, his mouth a bit open, his eyebrows frowning. I could only smile patiently at him, my heart overflowing with emotion for the man I loved.

“Sebastian,” I called his attention to me, despite the fact that it was clear I already had it. “If loving you was my only sin, it was worth it to me.” I raised up on my tiptoes to kiss his red lips, and to my delight, he reciprocated the kiss with an untamed hunger that had to be the remnants of the fear he had been holding inside his mind.

We kissed deeply in the middle of his garden, his hands sprawled across my back making me feel safe and wanted and his. I didn’t care that I was in hell. If this was hell, I was glad I never had to leave.

But suddenly, he abruptly separated our faces, prompting a disappointed moan from my lips as he looked at me with wide eyes, struggling to catch his breath. “Wait. Do you… Do you really understand what I meant? You’re not here because I am an ordinary sinner, and loving me made you sin in consequence. You’re here because…”

“You’re the devil, right?” I interrupted, wanting to save him the effort of having to explain himself to me even further. “I understood, Seb. And I still don’t care. You’re still the one I love. The reasons I fell for you are still here, I can’t simply turn off a switch because I figured out you fell from heaven and are now in charge of dealing with sinners. Not even the fact that you hid this from me bothers me that much, after all, I would have never believed you if you had tried to explain yourself to me while I was alive. So please, let it go, believe me when I say that I still love you and always will and just kiss me already.”

He opened one of those huge smiles that were so rare on him, but managed to steal my breath away anytime they appeared on his handsome face, immediately leaning over me to do as I asked.

The kiss grew feverish quickly, and before I could even process what was happening, his hands had found their way over my butt and he was pulling me so I’d wrap my legs around him, which I did without even thinking. “Where are we going?” I managed to separate myself from him just enough to ask, and he growled, pulling me by the back of my head so our lips would touch again.

“I want to give you a tour of the place,” he whispered against my neck, where he decided to start kissing and sucking after I separated our lips because I needed to gather my breath again. “I figured we’d start in my bedroom.” It was impossible not to laugh at his silly ways.

“You know… I never expected the devil to be this horny,” I teased him, laughing from the way he scoffed, faking offense.

“I think you have the wrong impression of me, my darling… I simply want to begin by showing you the room that will be ours for the rest of eternity. Doesn’t that interest you?” I shook my head, pushing away from him just enough to look directly in his eyes.

“No, but you know what does?”

“What?”

“You. Especially when naked.”

Chuckling, his response came just before he pushed open the doors that I assumed would take us to our bedroom. “And you said I was the horny devil.”

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 months

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MY DARLING DOLLS 62

PREVIOUS || PT 11 CH62 || NEXT

He can hear someone voice singing in a distance when he have a moment of silence. It almost felt his imagining it as it fade away when his attention is stolen by the voices of the people in the house.

He saw the stranger, a spirit of winter--Aice or Alice. An odd ball that visited since a while back when he was saved by you and Ao ( the owner of the place) another existence that don't appear back in his own world.

By this time, your memories have faded away. It's his fault because In order to help you heal. He needs to erase all your bounds and memories you have of the life you have before. Cause you did something very dumb. He have to fix it or else it won't just do...

He knows he should have ask you permission to do something cruel and evil. No one wants to be stripped off their memories or identity. But your kinda not breathing in that moment. He'll apologize one day...

...

You manage to make a doll body just like how it supposed to happen in the history of this world, except he don't think it was you who's supposed to be the first dollmaker. Maybe his existence cause something to change. And just like history have written he taken the first chance to test out the doll you made.

...

< thank you for helping and becoming a wonderful knight for that person as reward I'll give you gift.>

[... What happened to them then?]

< who knows... For now go to the place you should be headed in the beginning... Or else things won't go well for you own world.>

[... Can I see them one day?]

<... Ohhh I see where this going. Sure. Sure. But it will cost you a little bit....hehe.....>

[ what the fuck is wrong with you now?]

< how rude. Anyway sure you can meet them one day but there's consequences for that.>

[ you don't seems the type who can grant a wish with a consequence...]

< I just feel like it.>

[ .... There's no way you aren't that stupid dollmaker alternative with that personality of yours]

< thankkksssss.. Byeeeeeeee btw the consequences is doll being dollssssss >

...

When he open his eyes he found himself in a humanoid form with you who's seems to sparkle in his eyes. Who's covering your eyes from what light that seems to blinded you for a moment.

He felt strange, at some point before he felt burden by everything but it seems to disappear when he enter the doll body and gain humanoid form.

'i wonder it's because it mean I no longer a god in this form... I'm just a doll.' A smile slowly appear in his face, things like regret in such state he thought before most be from over thinking, overthinking that he could do the same mistake he did in his previous world ( even so he cannot do anything against fate decision) 'and your his dollmaker....'

"... My beloved dollmaker... I'll accompany and assist you till the end..." His a soft voice says in an almost whisper tone, to not surprised you and speaking once again is quite a new feeling for him as it been so long

. . opening your eyes, a beautiful blue haired stranger with jellyfish like hairstyle. His emerald eyes that's stares at you with admiration and happiness.

He thought how silly you look being bamboozle in the moment, you look adorable but as a someone who knows his manners and it seems you forgotten 'his' name. He doesn't mind introducing himself again.

"Kanata Shinkai... You can "call" me Kanata." He introduced himself as he found himself use to be able to speak finally.

He who can only be a watcher from before can finally speak to you, oh he have many questions he want to ask you and says to you ( like get away from that purple bastard ) and probably fix your personality so you won't get in trouble ( cause your where in a bad state when he meet you before, it's clearly an effect of your way of life ) he found himself worrying and caring for you, maybe because his a doll, not a god. A doll would want your attention and care for your well being.

'fufu. Your just jealous you can't gain control over my body' instead of being annoyed as usual to the annoying thing in the back of his head, he felt pity for it but decide to ignore it as it's something as unimportant and just a bother at this point.

'lalalaalaaa I cannot hear you. I cannot hear you anymore... ' he blocked the stupid voice as he focus on the present. 'my dollmaker is getting sleepy. So shut up.'

Sadly Kanata how to play dumb now and would not listen to other haft of his. His not a god or a dragon kin. His just Kanata from this world and just a doll. There's no Yin and yang for Kanata. >:3

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sanieee · 3 years

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F E R N W E H

Fernweh

(a) An urge to travel even stronger than wonderlust.

Au: Mafia au (kind of)

Summary: Bored of your life as the daughter of a prestigious business man you seek to wander around the world, and that could easily be done if your mother let you have more freedom. During another tedious dance organized by some friends of your father, you meet a handsome stranger with hair red as fire who, between a commotion in the room, has the key to your desires. What will you choose? 8 pairs of eyes are waiting for your response.

Warnings: none

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Click ,clack

'One step, two steps.'

The sound of your heels bounced from wall to wall.

Click,clack

'Lift up the hem of the dress, do not trip.'

Time was on your side, there was no need to hurry.

Click,clack

'Walk with elegance.'

But you never knew what awaited you that night

Click,clack

'Walk with your head up high. Do not disappoint your guests. Do not disappoint your parents...'

The doors to the assembly room opened and you were instantly met with the sound of laughter. The big chandelier was in the center of the room and it shined above everyone, the big windows made the room more spacious and the congregation of people made it more lively, or so it seemed. The dresses of the fine women glowed under the fake light and the attire of the wealthy men were a copy of each other. The only difference was those whose ranks were higher, wearing expensive-looking uniforms with badges and medals hanging on them like a prize for their efforts.

'Lift your dress, do not stumble.'

As you tried to walk through the multitude, faces who you did not recognize greeted and complimented your appearance tonight. With your poor sight, you noticed your father's white tuxedo and your mother's hand full of jewelry clinging on to his arm. You walked towards them,and your mother took you by the arm and you left your father's side.

"You are late, you know?"

"I am not, I recall you telling me to be here at 22:00. And I passed the doors at 21:59."

Your mother rolled her eyes, of course, she never was late to a grand ceremony like this. She then placed her arms on your shoulders and fixed your dress. It was an ultramarine blue, with laced ornaments from the hip and up, exposed shoulders, while the skirt was flowy and light. Your gown was simple, yet, it captured the attention of many people.

"You look great, darling. In no time I should see you accompanied by some lovely gentleman."

You scoffed at her, and she glared at you.

"I do not need a man to tie me down to this city. I am young and ready to explore the world. To see more than walls and fancy structures, I -"

"I do not want your mouth to spat filthy words, now. Please, save them for later, do something useful, or try to socialize so we can have more fellow workers join our company or would like to work with us."

Your mother then left you with your own thoughts so you decided to go towards the main reason why you came, the buffet table. As you stuffed my mouth, as elegant as possible, a young man approached you with a glass of wine on his right hand. His hair was red, which attracted a lot of attention to the younger female audience in the room, not that there were many anyway. You took in every feature on his face, like how his lips were pinkish, soft-looking, and his eyes were a deep chocolate-brown. He was rather charming if you may add.

"Hello, you must be Y/N."

He bowed, and you replicated his actions, nodding at the statement . He had a cute smile, and he was by far the youngest male in the room. He was tall and had a deep voice that could scare a child away, but his soft actions made him look approachable. You then took notice of his badges and medals hanging on his chest, no name tag was visible and the designs were rather unfamiliar. Something about him told you to not let your guard down while you were with him. He screamed danger in any way possible, but you were only more puzzled and wanted to get to know this man as the night progressed.

"Yes, yes I am. And who are you? If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, no worries. My name is Song Mingi."

"Song? Interesting last name I must say."

"Thank you, but let's skip the sweet talk. Would you like to come with me to the balcony?"

Agreeing with the man you just met, you walked over to the balcony where the breeze of night welcomed the both of you. He started to ask personal questions, and you did the same. He was not the son of an important company, as everyone here was filthy rich by heredity or by getting their hands on some dirty money to be in the position they are in, but he was said to be a worker of an important organization who served just like the military. He gave no answer when you asked about his job, but he continued asking away.

"You know, I feel like you are getting to know a lot about me when I know only your name."

He laughed, eyeing you suspiciously. He set the empty glass on the railing of the balcony, leaned on it with his elbow, touching the place where his empty beverage stood and faced you.

"Well, for the most part, you are 20, congratulations, you get to know that we have the same age. Anything else you want to know?"

You simply stared at him for a few seconds, but he spoke before you could.

"No work involved. That is too boring."

"Well...Then..."

You were curious about this man, he was so intriguing, but your social skills were the same as a big fat zero. You wanted to know something personal. You wanted to know why he came so suddenly, like a predator ready to attack his prey. - "What are your near-future goals? Like, tonight, tomorrow morning, and this week."

"Interesting question right there malady. How do I answer that?" - He let his face rest on the back of his hand, the one where his elbow was resting on, and his eyes were lost looking at the moon.

"Huh... Well... I do like adventures. I like thrilling moments and I surely live one almost every day. My goals are to live a moment where my adrenaline goes up, and I get to see the fear in the eyes of a sinner."

"A sinner? Why a sinner? Who are you to choose who is one?"

A sinister smile crept its way to his lips, and at the corners of his eyes rested his pupils, staring down at you in a way you could not describe. Chills ran down your spine, his eyes were hiding a deep secret, you knew, but no more questions came out of your mouth. Your eyes were trying not to make contact with him.

"Aren't we all sinners, darling? That aside, what about you? What are your plans? Any desires to be adventurous?"

You looked up, only to see that he was looking down at you with a smug look, oh the desire you had to whip it out his perfect face. You were about to respond when some noises were heard, like doors being opened in a not so gentle way. You looked to see where the noise came from, but found nothing. When you faced him again, he had gotten up and stood as rigid and his uniform let him be.

He looked intimidating, a sudden fear had conquered over you. He wasn't just anybody, you felt it, you knew it.

"I...would like to be free."

Your voice came almost like a whisper, maybe it was because of the cold, or maybe because you felt like an ant, who knows. He leaned down a bit and stood closer to you.

"Free? Aren't you free, princess?"

You rolled my eyes at the nickname, he was throwing every pet name he could think of and it wouldn't be a surprise for you if he accidentally called you an egg because he ran out ideas. What surprised you however, was how fast he had gotten comfortable with you.

"Free? No, quite the opposite in fact. I'm tied to a reputation I never asked for. Money is the only thing flowing in these people's minds. I am done with this so-called exclusive life. I want to see more than expensive jewelry, wear something that it's not an overpriced dress, or costly outfits, and eat more than exclusive cuisine. I want to explore and see the world. But not through a car window precisely, not through some VR glasses and not through stories of wealthy people who come to my house to eat a good meal."

"Woah there, I thought you had an easy life." - He chuckled, and you couldn't help but smirk to yourself. - "Well, what if I say I will give you a chance to have what you dreamt of?"

You looked at him confused, what was he saying? You wanted to ask him how that was even possible, however, your conversation was cut short after a bloody scream came from the inside of the room. You rushed inside and by the corner of your eye, you could see Mingi walking slowly, not caring about the high pitch screams.

"Mom?! Dad?!"

After a solid 2 minutes, you found your parents, but to your surprise, your father was fist battling a random individual, while your mother was trying to liberate her arm from a man who was clearly there for the jewels on her hands. You ran to her, lifting the stupid dress, almost breaking the heels.

"Mom!" - She turned to you while still gripping on her jewels.

"Mom leave the jewels! They are worth nothing compared to your safety!"

You expected her to listen, to leave the goddam pearls alone, to not give a damn about them because in the end she had enough money to buy ten more pairs. But it was not like that.

"No! These are the only things we've got!"

You stood in the middle of the room, with a blank expression. The only thing we've got. Is she for real now? You looked at the abundance of rings, bracelets and necklaces a very bored man had in a bag. You felt disoriented. Were you really just a doll for them to sit still, look pretty and have a nice image for the company?

You heard laughter come from the behind, you turned around and met face to face with Mingi. He was laughing at your mother's attempts to win against the man, who was clearly not putting up a fight. The chaos around you faded when your eyes met his. He stopped, a smug look on his face once more, and came walking painfully slowly towards you.

"What do you find so amusing about this? "

"How can I not find it amusing? Women trying to save their jewels, men trying to keep a strong façade.... Why are they not trying to save what's really important? The doors are opened and no fire is caused."

You analyzed his words. You knew what he meant, why were they not trying to save themselves? Their lives? You came back to reality after hearing another voice.

"Mingi, I think we got what we needed. Knock it off and let's leave, this place is a total wreck. "

A man who wore the same uniform as Mingi spoke out of nowhere. Again, no name tag, same badgers and he had the same intimidating aura.

He had black hair, his bangs styled to the side, his visuals caught your breath and took it away, he was calm and looked at Mingi after giving you a glance, he started walking lazily towards the balcony where other men were waiting, seven of them were ready to jump from the balcony.

"You either get going alone or you take the girl with you, in not wasting more of my precious time."

You were beyond confused at this point and Mingi smiled at him, then turned around to look at you once again.

"Do you like your life?"

The question caught your eye, and you tried making up a sentence, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was gibberish. The other men were also looking at you, bored expressions and some had smirks on their faces. They clearly found the situation entertaining.

"Y/N! Stop talking with him and help me!"

You looked back at your mother. Never had you ever seen your parents in such a state. The loud cries in the back echoed in the room. You were in trance, but one of the chandeliers fell to the ground prohibiting the proximity to your parents and more screaming could be heard.

"Y/N, I have a proposal."

You faced Mingi once more, but he was at the balcony door this time. Your eyes widening, a feeling of loneliness crept over and you wanted him to stay.

"If you dare to come with me, with us, you'll get to see the world as you've never done before. I promise to take you to places you've never seen before, and corners of the planet no one knows about. "

It was tempting because you had the opportunity to have what you always wanted at the tip of my fingers. Mingi climbed up to the railing in the balcony, and the other men jumped from it. You saw him smile, his eyes telling you that this was your last and only chance to give up what you had and start a new beginning.

A sudden impulse made you walk up to him. Your mother yelled and your father too, they wanted you back in their arms, but it landed on deaf ears. You started to gain more speed and eventually ended up running up to him. You extended your arms, and he caught you in a warm embrace. Before you knew it you were falling with him from the 20th floor. He smiled, and you felt your adrenaline go up, you've never felt so alive before.

"Welcome to an adventure Y/N."

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winchest09 · 4 years

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Our Virtual Lockdown - Lowdown

Hey everyone!

Our lockdown livestream was once again one fulled of fun, laughter, fic recs, games and...one unplanned round of charades! Ahaha!

6 hours we were talking...SIX and again, I loved every single second. It was so nice to see so many gorgeous faces, and I’m so happy that so many of you joined us! We had 18 in our party at one point! I just hope that all of you had a blast and enjoyed yourselves.

Me and @katehuntington love holding these events and we are already planning the next live stream (date to be announced) but it will be in this month (May).

This is the lowdown for the third lockdown party!

Below you will find:

Everyone who joined - their tags, what’s coming up fic wise and their masterlist.

A Challenge to join

Blogs who want to help with your writing

Fic Recs

Supernatural DnD

Announcements

Q + A’s with the writers.

So without further ado… *cracks fingers*

To everyone that joined...

You are the guys that make it the live stream what it is. So below is a list of everyone who was on the chat last night accompanied by their masterlist and what they have coming up soon! In no particular order…

@katehuntington: Kate is currently working on the next instalment of Ride With Me, All I Want and a two part commission. We will see this on her blog soon!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@flamencodiva: This babe is currently working on Call of the Ocean, A revoluntionary war fiction, an ABO Greek Goddess fic AND an untitled angst filled fic including Dean, a girlfriend and secrets! She is also rewriting Underworld and Legend of Van Helsing.

She’s one busy gal and we LOVE IT. <3

Check out her masterlist HERE

@whatareyousearchingfordean: Alex is currently writing the ending to her Jensen fiction Et Cetera and she already has a sequel in mind! At the moment she’s trying to decide her next move...Firefighter Dean OR Secret Service Dean? Head over there and let her know!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@talesmaniac89: This beaut also has a lot that she’s working on at the moment. The next instalments of The Man in Apartment 43. The next chapters of Lost (which is a little darker), a fluffy Dean oneshot and a Castiel comfort fic.

Behind the scenes, she’s also working on a Heist AU, Another ‘Choose your own adventure’ fic and a Ghost Writer AU.

Check her out guys, her masterlist is HERE

@superfanficnatural: This babe is currently working on the next chapters of The Bringer of balance as well as the next chapters of The Choice! He’s posted a few oneshots in the past two weeks and is writing Male!Reader fics!

Behind the scenes he’s currently working on an RPF called Matchmaker, A reader knight of hell/demon dean fic which is a love hate relationship as WELL as a Marvel SPN crossover. OOFFT.

A new writer that is nailing it! Go and give him some love, his masterlist can be found HERE

@emoryhemsworth: This beaut is currently working on a series which is based off of an album called ‘Losing Sleep’ Each song will be a chapter and we’ve already been treated to some of her plans! She also has some other goodies on her masterlist.

Check our her masterlist HERE:

@anathewierdo: Is yet to create a masterlist but she is currently working on Call of the Ocean with Flamencodiva. Not only that, she’s also working on a Princess Diaries AU, a Serial Killer AU and after the livestream...a gunshow fic!

By gunshow we do mean The Winchester’s muscles.

*drools*

@girl-with-a-fandom-fettish: This wonderful lady joined us briefly on the live stream and although she left before we could find out what she has coming up!

Check our her masterlist HERE:

Me: I’m currently working on two series, Life for Rent and Man’s Best Friend! I also have a couple of Dean series being worked on in the background as well as a couple of oneshots…watch this space!

To the new writers...

These guys were all new to the live stream this week and were welcomed with open, loving, spn fam arms! After speaking to these babes, we know that they are fairly new to writing to the supernatural fandom. They all have AMAZING idea’s when we played our prompt game and hopefully all of them will bite that bullet and post their ideas soon.

Remember guys - we’re all here to love and support you! My inbox is always open if you want to talk fics, want me to look over one etc.

Go and follow and give them some love!

@janicho88 @queenbeesback @imjustadrummer @malfoysqueen14

and to the readers that joined…

@leissa1287 @waywardbeanie @dawnie1988

We love you, we thank you for reading and we thank you for all the support and love you give us constantly. Thank you for joining the chat and we hope you had an amazing time <3

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CHALLENGE TIME

Ohhhh yes! One of our amazing writers, the darling @flamencodiva is holding a celebration in regards to reaching 1700 followers!

Congrats babe!

Not only is she hosting a character take over on her blog she’s also posted a writing challenge for all us writers out there!

Check it out HERE

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Need Help with a fic?

We’ve got you covered!

Need to has out a plot with someone?

The lovely @malfoysqueen14 has offered herself up to be a plot buddy to anyone that needs it. Stuck on a plot point, want to talk through a story line with someone? Give her a message! She’s here to help <3

Need help writing those all important fight scenes?

Give our babe @imjustadrummer a message! They are filled with knowledge and even give us a demonstration on how to punch correctly on the livestream! Definitely one to have on your contacts list! <3

Need help with research for a fiction?

The most wonderful @waywardbeanie has offered herself up to be a researcher for anyone who wants help with their fiction. She has been a die hard SPN fan forever and she’s like the Ellen of our live stream.

Need a researching buddy? Give her a message! She’s a doll <3

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Fic & blog Recs!

In our live stream, we want to highlight what we’ve been reading and the amazing authors behind the words. So below is a list of all the fics that we recommend for some good ol fic binging!

@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog: We were told of this lovely little gold mine by Alex and we just have to include it on here! This writer has so many fics on her masterlist...you’re gonna be there for a while!

Check them all out HERE

When You Least Expect It by @coffee-obsessed-writer

Summary: After a hard breakup, Jensen decides to throw himself into organizing a Music Festival in Austin that is meant to raise money for a few of his most cherished charities and organizations. As he throws himself into planning it, he stumbles upon a spirited, undiscovered performer, who he convinces to come aboard to help plan and coordinate the event with him.

What transpires after that takes both Jensen and his new friend, by surprise. But when their respective pasts come back just before the event kicks off in Austin, they will both have to decide if the unexpected feelings are worth perusing, or if they should just walk away and go on with their lives.

Dear Dean by @smol-and-grumpy

Summary: After taking Saint Lo, by sheer dumb luck, Lieutenant Dean Winchester from the 29th Infantry Division, Baker Company, received a truckload of replacements for his platoon that was falling apart. Little did he know, that one recruit would change his life forever.

Almost Paradise by @amanda-teaches

Summary: Dean finds himself looking at pictures of old loves. Will he ever be able to find that paradise again?

Turned Sideways by @crashdevlin

Summary: (Rockstar AU) When Y/n gets an opportunity to meet her favorite band backstage at their concert, she assumes they won’t even ask her name. But when she impresses the front man, Dean, with her voice and knowledge of their entire catalog of songs, it launches a chain of events that is sure to change her entire life.

Crash Into Me by @crashdevlin

Summary: Dean meets and befriends a witch in NW Florida. This is their interactions over the course of season 8 through season 14.

Midwife Crisis by @ellewritesfix05

Summary: (Elle hasn’t written one it appears but in my words) - You were heavily pregnant with Dean’s child, hormones raging and Dean was receiving the brutal end of it. Needing a break, he fakes a case to get away. When your good friend Gabriel hears of this...he decides he needs to teach Dean a lesson with a little help from is prankster ways...

PHEW! I definitely think we have enough fics on here to last us for a few days…don’t you? ;) Please guys don’t forget to give these writers some love when reading their fics, comments, reblogs, asks. It means the world.

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Interested in roleplaying & DnD?

@imjustadrummer is setting up a Dungeons and Dragons campaign set in the Supernatural (main) universe!

If you’re into role playing, fancy bringing one of your OFC’s to life or just wanna be badass yourself...why not consider joining?!

All the information you need on this is HERE

Make some new friends, live out your dreams of being a hunter, angel or demon and HAVE FUN!

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ANNOUNCEMENTS!

We have three wonderful announcements to make this time! We have THREE blogs celebrating followers!

A massive congratulations to:

@flamencodiva: This beautiful mama has reached 1700!

@whatareyousearchingfordean: This absolute babe has reached 1000!

@superfanficnatural: This beaut has reached 200!

WOOHOO!

*pops the party poppers*

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Q & A With The Writers!

During this live stream, we asked everyone to join in and ask questions to the writers you want to know more about...the write up is below :)

- If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? Alex ( @whatareyousearchingfordean) : @superfanficnatural because of the male reader aspect/sides of things!

Emory (@emoryhemsworth) : I’d like to collab with @winchest09 (Tabby)

- Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

@talesmaniac89 : This did happen once and what was once a fluffy ending got turned into a bad ending because it was guessed. It happened once that they managed to get it so i changed it.

- What was the last line you wrote?

@katehuntington : “The cowgirl smirks and gently pushes him into the tack box in order for them both to be out of sight. Once they are safe from Bobby’s eyes, she kisses him, short and sweetly, but it’s enough to make Dean’s head spin”

- Have you ever cried whilst writing a fic?

@superfanficnatural : I cried to one last time, the angsty fic i wrote. I was trying to get into the mood, i was mad, so went fuck it i’m gonna break peoples hearts. And then i cried haha.

- Can you tell us what writers you really admire?

@emoryhemsworth : All of you are included in this live stream, that’s a given but I am going to talk about people who aren’t in here. @impala-dreamer, @kittenofdoomage, @supernatural-jackles, @ravengirl94 are just a few. In regards to Rhi (Kittenofdoomage), everything she writes is just gold. She’s not written anything that’s bad! For Beka (impala dreamer) I just love her as a person. Oh and @bringmesomepie56, her fics are just amazing.

- Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

@flamencodiva : No, not really. My stories tend to evolve in the writing process. Underworld princess and Call of the Ocean were meant to be super different than what they are now. We realised we had changed certain plot points as we were writing but that was before we started to post it.

- Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

@winchest09 : Yes and no. I’ve had stories which were originally meant to end a certain way and they changed over time. Sometimes I do wonder what the reactions would have been like if i had gone with the original ending for Shatter Me and if hadn’t have gone down the angsty road for Yesterday but then I think fics choose their own path as you write them. It felt right at the time.

- What is your favourite genre to write for?

@malfoysqueen14 : Angst. Never mind the fluff, the smut, the crack, it’s all about the angst. The angst is my ultimate goal.

- Where do you get your inspiration from?

@imjustadrummer : A daily situation, or films. If the kids I worked with have said something weird i’d be like…”oh yeah, hey that can be a fic!” A lot of different places really!

- Funniest story you’ve written?

@queenbeesback : It was an online thing, where they met online and it took a while for them to meet up. That was quite light hearted.

- What is everyone's favourite ships?

Everyone: Dean and Donna. Benny and Dean. Sam and Eileen. Dean and Jo. Charlie and Alex. Sam and Gabriel

- What’s your favourite trope to write?

@anathewierdo : Friends to lovers and enemies to lovers

- Which part of your upcoming fic was the hardest to write?

@imjustadrummer : Trying to work out all the clues and cleverness to it. Like codes and things, working out how to put in all the easter eggs in my upcoming fic. It’s like a treasure hunt so I need to ensure there is cleverness in there.

- If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

@superfanficnatural : Oh that’s...ok...most definitely...Smuuuuttttt (pretty much how he announced it)

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I think that’s it!

Thank you so much once again to everyone who joined the chat, we had 6 hours of laughs and i cannot wait to do it again. I’d appreciate it if you could share this to spread the love of the fics and authors on here!

Keep an eye out for the next date for our next livestream! It will be in a couple of weeks, date to be announced. If you guys have any idea’s or want something included, let us know. If you want to be tagged when we announce, let us know!

@deanwanddamons - tagging you babe as you asked so you can catch up on what we talked about <3

THANK YOU.

xox

#winchest09andkatehuntingtonslockdownparty #the lowdown #spnfamily #spread the love #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural fanfiction #share the fics #happy reading #we love you

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msjr0119 · 5 years

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Cordonian Wags

Part 9 - One day in New York

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

A chapter with no drama 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼... but that won’t last- sorry not sorry 🤣😜

Tags: @annekebbphotography @burnsoslow @drakesensworld @ladyangel70 @kingliam2019 @bbrandy2002 @butindeed @bascmve01 @drakewalker04 @pedudley @captain-kingliamsqueen @duchessemersynwalker @insideamirage @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @kozabaji @texaskitten30 @ibldw-main @kimmiedoo5 @nikkis1983 @dangerouseggseagleartisan @gnatbrain @walker7519 @lodberg @cmestrella @hopefulmoonobject @addictedtodrakefanfic @angi15h @liamxs-world @rafasgirl23415 @notoriouscs @whenyourheartskipsabeat @jovialyouthmusic @nz1091 @yukinagato2012 @indiacater

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20years ago

Bianca Walker was struggling with the sudden death of her husband. He was born and raised in Cordonia, and once married they uprooted from Texas to move back there.

Her two children were only 5 and 3. It had been a year since he had passed away and she began to feel homesick.

Jackson was a friendly man, he would make new friends in an instant. One of those people he made friends with was called Bastien. Born and raised in New York, he was a physio. He had moved to Cordonia due to a job opportunity at one of the country’s football clubs. Jackson made him feel settled in this new habitat after meeting in a bar one night. They became the best of friends.

Bastien was still close to Bianca and her young children. Once the season had ended, he had suggested taking her and the young children back to Texas for the early summer break - as long as they could do a detour via New York. She gladly agreed, she was grateful that he was still looking out for them. Packing their suitcases they were ready to leave the following morning.

*****

Touching down in New York, it was early morning. All feeling jet lagged they met a man at the airport. His name was Andy Brooks- he was Bastien’s best childhood friend.

“Man! It’s good to see you!” Andy pulled Bastien in for bromance hug.

“You must be Bianca, it’s lovely to meet you and your gorgeous children. I’m Andy.”

“And you too. This is Drake and Savannah. They are 5 and 3.”

“My two daughters are the same age. Before you leave the city, you should come over for a bbq. Let the kids run wild?”

Bianca and Bastien nodded. They were staying in New York for five days.

*****

The day after the sun was shining, it was the perfect weather for a bbq at the Brooks’ house- they lived at Staten Island. Bastien had hired a car, and immediately remembered the house - he had so many memories rush through his mind. It was Andy’s parents house before Andy and Jackie bought it off them.

Turning the ignition off, he smiled as he saw the two special people close to his heart on the lawn.

“Uncle Bastien!” They both screamed in unison, before running into his arms. Holding one girl in each arm, they each held him tightly.

“Lindsey. Riley. Girls I’ve missed you so much!”

Bianca, Drake and Savannah joined them. The four children were staring at each other as if they were having a stand off. Jackie came over, into the front garden introducing herself.

“Linz, Ri ... why don’t you take Drake and Savannah through to the back garden?”

“Oh, I don’t think they will play with your beautiful girls. My children are very shy.”

“Give them time Bianca, they’ll be the best of friends by the end of the day. Hey, maybe even be friends in the future?”

*****

There was an awkward silent between the four children. Drake stood next to Savannah protectively holding her. Lindsey did the same with Riley. Bastien noticed the awkwardness and decided to intervene. After explaining that they were all new friends, they decided to play hide and seek. Lindsey insisted that she would seek due to being the oldest.

Finding Savannah first, they both began searching for Drake and Riley. Riley was hiding in her usual spot, behind the wooden play house. Assuming her sister would find her straight away she was concerned that she hadn’t already found her.

“Move. This is my spot.”

“We can share.”

“No, Drake. This is my spot. My house. My garden.”

Drake pushed her further behind the house covering her mouth gently with his hand.

“You’re going to blow our cover Riley. Shhh.”

“Ha! Found you. Are you girlfriend and boyfriend now?” Lindsey asked looking at the two hugging each other, remaining silent after their little argument.

“Urgh. No. She’s a kid.”

“What’s a girlfriend and boyfriend?” Savannah asked innocently.

“Kids... foods ready.” Jackie shouted in the distance.

“Yum! Come on guys.” Lindsey demanded as she had nominated herself to be the leader of the group.

****

They all gathered around the fire and began eating. Riley was struggling to put the ketchup on her hotdog- her parents were too busy talking to Bianca making her feel welcome in their home. Mrs Walker had explained about her late husband, and was grateful for the Brooks’ being concerned and friendly- allowing three strangers into their home with open arms. They had invited her to stay with them if ever she needed a break. Savannah walked up to her new friend, looking baffled as Riley was out of breath.

“Whatcha doing?”

“I can’t get it out.” Riley grimaced, frustrated as she squeezed the bottle.

“My brother is strong. Drake?” Drake rolled his eyes back, hearing his sisters pleading tone of voice. He was always coming to his little sisters rescue.

“What’s up Sav?”

“We can’t get the ketchup out.”

Drake snatched the bottle off Riley, taking the lid off it whilst looking at the two idiots stood in front of him. He squirted the ketchup on Riley’s hotdog. Savannah grabbed one too and asked him to put some on hers.

“Thank you.” The two girls said in unison, both smiling softly at Drake.

After their hotdogs, Riley and Savannah were playing with their dolls- contently. Lindsey was showing off dancing in front of their guests. Drake was playing with his hot wheel cars. Feeling jealous that his sister had abandoned him, he purposely rammed his car into Riley’s doll.

“Hey!”

“What?” Drake smirked.

“You hurt my doll.”

“It’s just a doll.”

“But it’s my favourite doll.” Tears began to form in Riley’s eyes.

“Kiss it better then.”

“No. You hurt her.”

“It’s not real.”

“She is too.”

Drake kissed the doll, just to shut up the annoying girl sat beside him. He shook his head, he hated her- sulking in the corner he felt outnumbered. Bastien went over to comfort him.

Jackie was slightly embarrassed by her daughters overdramatised reaction. She whispered to Riley- Ri darling, that wasn’t called for- go and give Drake a hug and say sorry. It was an accident.

Riley walked over to her Uncle Bastien, Drake wouldn’t look at her. Biting her lip, she pulled him in for a tight squeeze- Drake’s body froze.

“Sorry, Drake.” She turned to her parents smiling and fluttered her eyelashes- before returning to play with Savannah.

“Ah. She made Drake blush.” Bastien laughed, not meaning to embarrass Drake- instantly he now turned red every time he looked at Riley.

“I hate girls.”

“They aren’t all that bad, son. When you’re older and you find the one girl that you love.. you will know.”

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Present time

Bianca and Bastien just smiled at Drake’s and Riley’s reactions. They both had an inkling that the two younger people stood in front of them were having a secret relationship.

“I suppose that’s why I liked you when you came here, as you made me blush all those years ago. I remember it now.” Drake nervously laughed. He was still holding her waist. Whilst Riley stood frozen. She couldn’t remember it.

“I don’t remember. Mom and Dad really did enjoy their bbqs. And Drake? I thought you told Bastien you hated girls?”

Riley laughed reiterating Bastien’s story of the flashback. Gulping, he whispered in ear, not wanting his Mom and Bastien to hear.

“I was five, I hate most people and most women. But I like you. Ri.... listen to me. This is hard for me to say, because I don’t express my feelings. Ever. But... will you go out on a date with me? I’ll spoil you like you deserve to be spoilt.”

“Do you know it’s rude to whisper?” Bianca said smiling. She was wondering what her son was whispering, as she observed Riley’s eyes widen and her cheeks become a bright shade of red.

Drake turned Riley towards him so she was looking into his eyes - whilst all intrigued eyes were watching them. In that moment of time he felt like the world had melted around them.

“What about Kiara? I’m a dead woman for kissing you as far as she was aware.”

“Kiara who? She’s not pregnant, and if she is it definitely isn’t mine. The locksmith changed my house’s locks this morning. Apparently she’s returned to her parent’s. Zeke confirmed before.”

“Drake... I ... I like you a lot. You’re a great guy. But...”

“But what? We’ve already slept together. Didn’t that mean anything to you?”

“We had been drinking on those occasions Drake, I don’t want to be hurt anymore. The difference between you and I- my soon to be ex husband is god knows where, Kiara could be anywhere.”

“For fuck sake Riley. I’ll never hurt you! Please just give me a chance. What do you want me to do? Beg?”

Riley’s eyebrows raised up, as Drake took her hands into his. A larger crowd forming around him, he began to blush even more after repeatedly asking for a chance. Riley looked down on her left hand- she still wore her wedding rings. Removing her hand away from his, she pulled her rings off her finger- placing them in her clutch bag. Her finger felt bare not having the heavy diamonds rest on it.

“What do you intend on doing on this date then, Walker?”

“You’ll go on a date with me?”

“Yes.”

Drake picked Riley up and spun her around, his ankle was still sore but the pain relief that was helping him recover was Riley. The crowd of friends along with Bianca and Bastien cheered them.

Placing her down back on the ground, he held her close to his chest- resting his forehead against hers. His arms went around her waist, nothing would wipe this genuine smile off his face.

“Tomorrow night, be ready for 7pm. I’ll pick you up.”

#theroyalromance #choices trr #riley brooks #drakewalker #riley x drake #trr bastien #trr bianca walker #trr au cordonian wags

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hymn2000 · 5 years

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Where The Darkness Ends - MCU AU fanfic - C7

Story summary: The concept of having a baby has been more of an idea for a long time now. Ideal candidates for a three-person baby, Loki and Tony have finally, after many Peter-based setbacks and challenges, got to the point of being tested. Now, they just have to wait for the results before they can move on to the next stage.

Previous Chapter(s): 1 2 3 4 5 6

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: family stuff, mental health stuff, hurt/comfort, hospital/medical stuff, fertility stuff, IVF, potentially some medical inaccuracies, alcohol misuse

You can also find me on AO3

Chapter 7 - The Fever’s Gonna Catch You

On day twelve, Thor put his foot down.

“You don’t need another bath! You’ve had one every night for more than a week. You’ll ruin your hair at this rate”

Peter scowled. “I need to get ready”

“No, Peter, no you don’t. Come on now; this is getting silly. You can’t spend every night sat by the door waiting for someone who isn’t coming”

“You don’t know that he’s not!” Peter shouted. “I need to be ready! You can’t stop me waiting for him!”

“I’m not going to stop you waiting” Thor said. “But I am putting a stop to you getting yourself all dolled up and ready and then sitting in the corridor for hours on end watching the door. You can wait for your dad, if you must, but you’ll do it in normal clothes, and you’ll sit in the living room, and you’ll watch TV or play on your laptop or do your schoolwork. That way, at least your time won’t be wasted”

“But-!”

“Don’t argue with me, Peter! Now go and sit down and I’ll get dinner started”

“I’m not eating!” Peter shouted. “Dad’s taking me out!”

“Stop shouting, Peter! Fine, you don’t have to eat, but you do have to sit down and do as you’re told. Ok?”

Peter scowled and stalked off to the living room. He didn’t really want to get into a screaming row with Thor. He looked at the work the school had sent. He’d already finished most of it, and he was bored of it. He shoved all his school stuff onto the little shelf underneath the side table and flopped down on the sofa. He didn’t want to watch telly. There was never anything good on nowadays anyway, and Thor only had freeview, which meant there was even less to watch than usual. He didn’t want to play on his laptop either. So he just sat there and waited.

Once again, Tony didn’t show, and Peter was sent to bed. He had a little cry, and then he fell asleep.

“...May?”

“Hey kiddo. Have you been asleep all this time?”

Peter looked round, his brow furrowed. He was in the kitchen at the Stark’s. He looked at the calendar, and the little Peter Rabbit stickers on every Saturday and Sunday, and every other Wednesday. This wasn’t right. He looked at May.

“What are you doing here?”

“I finished work early” May said.

“Ok, but what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? We kinda live here now, you know. At least for now”

“But... You’re dead!”

May looked down at herself. “Do I look dead to you?”

“But, but... But the accident! There was an explosion, you-”

“Hey, Peter” May put her hands on his shoulders. “Are you ok? I think you might have had a nightmare. I’m ok. Well, a bit cut and bruised, but so are you. But we’re ok. We’re just working things out. Since we lost so much in the explosion”

Peter stared at her. She was so close, and her hands felt strong on his shoulders.

“...I think I need a hug”

“I think you do, too” May said, and she pulled him close.

Peter hugged her back, and she felt so warm, so real, that he started crying, just a little bit.

“Oh Peter” May said. “That whole burst gas main thing has really given you a knock, hasn’t it? It’s ok. We’re ok. I’m here”

“I love you...”

“I love you too. Shh, stop crying. You’re ok. I’m not going anywhere just yet”

“You promise?”

“How could I promise?” she suddenly stepped back, and her face grew dark.

“M-May?”

“How could I promise, when you couldn’t protect me?” And suddenly she was looming above him. “You weren’t there. You were useless. You let me die, Peter. That’s why you’re upset; you feel guilty. You let me die”

“I-I didn’t! I didn’t, it was an accident! We don’t know that I could’ve done anything to help you!”

“That’s what you think. I died because of you”

“N-no! No, May, I’m sorry! It wasn’t my fault! It was an accident!” Peter stepped back, and suddenly fell through the floor.

He shrieked as he fell, landing on dark, dusty concrete. He looked around, and he was back in the flat on that fateful night, seeing his clothes and all his stuff torn and broken and covered in dust. He could see the flashing lights of ambulances and fire engines in the distance. He could hear a fireman shouting out for him.

“You were ok” May said, still looming above him, standing on a ledge above him. “You just lay there and let someone get you out and look after you. You were fine-”

Peter tried not to listen. He tried to stand up, but he was trapped by the wooden beam and rubble atop him. He couldn’t move, and then May had hold of his head, holding him still, making him look at her.

“May, I-”

“And where was I while you were warm and safe with people fussing over you? Oh, you know where I was, trapped in that kitchen, by that oven, gas-powered. And a burst gas main? You were selfish, running off for something as trivial as your charger. And I was there, like this” and her face changed, cuts appearing, blood gushing, drowning her features and now-mottled skin as her eyes turned white and her hands became claws. “You did this to me. You’ve landed on your feet. And you’ve forgotten about me”

“No! No, I never forgot, I never forgot! May, I love you! Please, I didn’t-”

“You killed me, Peter” she hissed, blood dripping onto his face as she snarled at him. “Now I’m going to repay the favour. After all, isn’t that what family does?”

Peter tried to break free, but she had him round the throat, and everything underneath him suddenly fell. He felt it all crumble away, and then there he was, suspended, with only the clawed hand round his neck keeping him from falling.

“May-!” he choked, looking pleadingly into the almost unrecognisable blood-soaked face above him. “P-please..!”

“Please never saved me. Why should it save you?”

And then she let go, and he fell, hard and fast, the wind rushing in his ears, the sharp rocks beneath him growing closer, and closer, and-

Peter woke up as he hit the floor, legs kicking, fists punching, mouth screaming, tangled in a heap beside the bed.

“Peter?!” Thor burst into the room. “Peter! Hey, are you ok?”

Peter just screamed more. Thor untangled him from the duvet and pulled him close, cradling him. Peter screamed and clung to him, and then started howling, desperate, fearful cries.

“I’M SCARED! I’M SCARED! HELP ME, PLEASE HELP ME!”

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m here”

“I want my dad!” Peter sobbed. “I want my dad!”

“Shh, shh. Ok, I know, darling, I know”

“I want May!” he cried. “I want May!”

“...Your aunt?”

“Yes! I want my aunt! I miss her so much!”

Thor wasn’t sure what to do. Peter didn’t seem to be calming down.

“It’s my fault! She was in my dream, an’ I haven’t dreamt of her for so long, and she said it was my fault she died, and I, I, I-”

“Hey, it’s not your fault”

“I know! But the dream felt so real”

“It was just a dream. Just a nightmare. You know she wouldn’t really blame you”

“I’m scared! I’m so scared and I want her so much!”

Thor stayed still, cuddling him, trying to think. Somehow he didn’t think going to the Stark house was a good idea. But what was it people always did on the telly when they couldn’t get a baby to settle? Maybe that would work.

Peter wasn’t happy about being put down on the back seat, but Thor had had the sense to bring his old seal toy with him, and that seemed to help him calm down a little. Thor strapped him in and then got into the car and started driving. Peter didn’t even bother trying to puzzle it out. All he knew was the last time he’d been put in the car with no explanation, he hadn’t been happy about where he had ended up.

He cuddled up with his seal and cried, trying to get the horrible images from his nightmare out of his head. He knew it was just a nightmare, and that it wasn’t real, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about May. He could often go a while without thinking about her nowadays, but her loss still hurt, and he still missed her.

He really, really missed her tonight. He kept thinking about all the stupid jokes they had and all the good times they spent together, both with and without Loki and Tony. He couldn’t held being reminded of the horrible feeling he’d had when they’d told him that she’d died. He remembered hours hunched up asking for her, waiting for her to come into the room. He remembered how absolutely shattered and hopeless he’d felt for so long after her death. He hated remembering. It was easy with his original parents, because he didn’t remember them, and his memories of his uncle had long since grown fuzzy, so that was easier too. But May? Everything still felt so fresh. All his memories of her seemed so close sometimes. Sometimes - rarely, but sometimes - he woke up in the morning and forgot she was dead. And then he’d suddenly remember and he’d have to take some time to himself to try to process it quickly before carrying on with his day.

He hated hurting like this, but at least it meant she wasn’t being forgotten. Even if it was so painful.

Peter didn’t really register the drive, and he certainly didn’t register the drive through. It wasn’t until the car stopped and he realised that Thor was holding a cup out to him that he started to process everything.

“Drink” Thor said. “It’ll help”

Peter carefully tucked his seal under his arm and took the Starbucks cup. He swallowed hard.

“What time is it?”

“About half past three in the morning” Thor said. “Are you ok?”

Peter paused, and then shook his head. Thor didn’t say anything, but he got out of the drivers seat and climbed into the back with Peter.

“I think it’s a stress response, having nightmares” Thor said. “Your daddy used to be the same... That sounded like quite a major one. I thought you were hurt at first”

Peter looked down at his cup. “It didn’t look like her, not really. Only at first. But then it all went weird, like the other mother from the film Coraline. It was kinda like that, y’know, that bit near the end where she goes all skeletal and stuff? May... May never had a bad word to say about me. We were friends... I know it wasn’t my fault, and I know she wouldn’t ever blame me for what happened, much less try to hurt me... But the dream still felt so real at the time. Like, when she hugged me, I could almost swear I could smell her. But... well, it got scary so quickly”

Thor sighed and put an arm round the boys shoulders. “You poor little thing. I know dreams can be upsetting, even when you know they’re just dreams”

Peter leant into him. “...I’m sorry I woke you up”

“Don’t be. I’m glad you did: you needed me” he said. “Drink, Peter”

“...What is it? Is it coffee?”

“Give me some credit, little one. Do you really think I’d give you coffee at four in the morning?” Thor shook his head slightly. “It’s one of your favourites”

Peter swallowed and raised the cup to his lips. He didn’t really know what he was expecting, but the hot chocolate was a nice surprise. It was good, too, especially considering how hungry he was after another night of not having any tea.

“Good boy” Thor said gently, watching him drink. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?”

Peter nodded slightly, as much as he could without spilling his drink. There was something so comforting about the warm liquid soothing his throat and tummy. He started to feel calmer, and the more he drank, the safer he felt.

“There, you’re relaxing now” Thor said. “Why don’t we go head back to the flat and get you back into bed?”

“Can we stay here? Just like this, just for a little bit?”

Thor ran his fingers through the boys curls. “Ok. But we’ll have to head back soon - you really do need to get some more sleep”

Peter nodded, putting his empty cup down and cuddling against Thor properly. Thor held him tighter, one hand cradling his head.

“There now, little one. You’re ok. I’ve got you”

Peter looked up at Thor as he was tucked back into bed.

“Dad isn’t gonna come and take me out for tea, is he?”

Thor looked down at the boy, and shook his head.

“I don’t think so”

“Has he told you why?”

“He hasn’t been replying to any of my messages” Thor said carefully.

“He hasn’t been replying to mine either. Or answering my calls...”

Thor sighed and kissed him on the forehead. “I’m sure he’ll come and see you when he’s feeling better. Maybe he just needs a bit of alone time”

“What about daddy? He’s been ignoring me too”

Thor paused for a moment. “...I think he needs some alone time too”

Peter tried not to care. He tried to ignore everything, pretend that Tony was away on business and that’s why he was at Thor’s. He tried to pretend he wasn’t replying to his messages because he was somewhere without phone signal. But it was so hard to ignore the truth, and it hurt so much. He loved Thor, and he knew he was being looked after, but Tony had promised to visit him. It would be so much easier if he had kept his promise.

But he hadn’t. And Peter was starting to crack under the pressure.

Peter walked into the kitchen. Loki and Tony were sat at the breakfast bar.

“Dads..?”

They looked at him.

“Are... are you ok?”

“Don’t be stupid” Tony snapped. “How could we possibly be ok?”

“I-I’m sorry, I just-”

“Well don’t! Haven’t you done enough?”

“Wh-what?” Peter swallowed hard. “What do you mean? I haven’t done anything!”

“Are you sure about that?”

Tony stood up, and Loki did too. Peter eyed them cautiously, taking a step back.

“We’re not having a baby. You know that” Tony said. “We’ve only got you. Well, if we can’t be real parents-”

“You are real parents!” Peter interrupted. “You’re my parents!”

“Not any more”

Tony glanced at Loki, who handed him a sheet of paper, which Tony held up so Peter could see.

“What’s that?”

“An annulment. As far as this, us, and the law is concerned, the adoption never happened. You were never our son, and you never will be” Tony said.

Peter couldn’t speak, staring at the page. What was happening? He felt sick. His parents couldn’t really be binning him off, could they? Could you even annul an adoption? He thought that was just a marriage thing.

“B-but-!”

“But what?! Why do you think we’d want you? Especially now, when we’re never gonna have our own baby? We don’t want anything to do with you” Tony stepped closer to the boy. “And neither does anyone else. So what are you still doing here?”

Peter stared at him, tears pouring down his cheeks. “But dad, I-”

“I’m not your dad!” Tony growled, and he punched him hard in the stomach and pushed him to the ground.

Peter barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he was flat on his back on the floor with Tony’s hand round his neck. He grabbed the mans wrist, trying to push him away, trying to struggle. He looked up at him pleadingly, and then at Loki, who was stood behind Tony.

“Daddy-!”

“He’s not your daddy” Tony hissed, squeezing tighter round his neck. “You’re nothing to us”

He looked over his shoulder, and Peter saw that Loki was holding a pillow. Peter tried harder to struggle, but the ground was hard beneath him, Tony’s grip too strong, his body too weak. Tony took the pillow, and looked at Peter.

“Let’s do the world a favour”

And he pressed the pillow over Peter’s face. Peter tried to struggle, terrified, unable to see, unable to breath, only able to hear his parents manic laughter as the pillow was pressed harder and harder against him-

Peter woke up squeaking, still barely able to breath, in heavy darkness. He soon realised he’d somehow ended up fully under the covers. He tugged the quilt off his head, flinching in the sudden glow of the bedside lamp, and he threw the pillow he’d been pressed into as hard as he could, and then he flopped back and covered his face as he screamed. He felt sick, and scared, and he felt soaked. He’d woken up in a horrible sweat, tears dripping down his cheeks, and- oh no. He sat up quickly. This wasn’t just sweat and tears.

The door opened.

“GO AWAY!” Peter yelled. “GO AWAY, I DON’T WANT YOU!”

“Are you ok? Did you have another nightmare?”

Thor sat down on the edge of the bed, ignoring Peter’s protests.

“Go away!” Peter whimpered, trying to push him off.

“Sh, Peter. It’s ok” Thor said, taking the boys hand in his. “I think you’re overheating”

He ignored Peter’s bitter cries and pulled the covers off him.

“Oh...” he put his head close to Peter’s. “Have you had a little accident?”

Peter just cried harder, pulling his hand away from Thor’s and covering his face.

“Ok” Thor said gently. “Why don’t you go and have a quick shower, and I’ll do the bed? Why don’t you get undressed in here?”

Peter nodded, and Thor tactfully averted his eyes. He sighed to himself once he was alone in the bedroom. Things just kept getting harder for the poor little kid.

Peter couldn’t stop crying. He turned the shower onto its highest setting and stood crying beneath the stream. What the hell was going on? He was terrified from his nightmare, but that wasn’t his only problem. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He felt like such an idiot. He couldn’t believe he’d actually wet the bed like some little kid. He felt so humiliated and angry with himself. How could this happen to him?

He washed himself thoroughly, but he still didn’t feel clean. So he washed himself again, and again, and again. Four times, five times. He knew he was definitely clean now, but he didn’t want to face Thor again. Not yet. But he knew he couldn’t stay in the shower indefinitely either. He sighed and shut the water off. He could always take his time getting dried and dressed. But as he thought that, he realised he hadn’t brought any clothes into the bathroom with him. He swallowed hard and wrapped a towel round his waist and another round his shoulders. He furiously scrubbed the hot tears from his face. He supposed he didn’t have a choice.

Thor had just finished making the bed when Peter came back into the bedroom.

“There’s stuff on the chair”

Peter looked. He checked Thor wasn’t watching, and then pulled on the clean pants. He spurned the joggers and vest top: it was too hot for those right now. Thor straightened up and gestured to Peter.

“Come here”

Peter did so cautiously, suddenly scared that he was in trouble. Thor gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“Back to bed, little one” he saw the way Peter looked at it. “It’s clean, don’t worry”

“But what about the... the mattress?” Peter said, his face flushing bright red as he said it.

“It’s waterproof, and there was a waterproof mattress protector on it anyway” Thor said. “...I can see you’re not convinced”

He tugged at the fitted sheet, lifting the side to show the clean mattress protector, and then lifting the edge of that to show the blue plasticy waterproof casing of the mattress.

“See? It’s all clean and dried and fine. Into bed now”

Peter swallowed. “I’m sorry”

“Don’t be. It happens to the best of us. Come on now”

Peter didn’t feel comfortable climbing back into bed, but he didn’t really know what the alternative was. He lay down and hugged his seal close, swallowing again and again to try to stop himself from crying again. He tried not to look at Thor as he was tucked in.

“I think it’s a stress response” Thor said, smoothing the covers over the boys shoulders and dabbing dry the tears from the boys eyes. “I’ve been doing a lot of reading, since I seem to have you potentially long-term now. This cropped up as a problem that happens when children are stressed. Which you most definitely are”

Peter turned onto his side, his back to Thor. “...I don’ wanna talk about it”

Thor squeezed his shoulder. “Of course. It’s late; you need to get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning”

“Thor?”

“Yes?”

“Can you annul an adoption?”

“Not as far as I know. Why?”

Peter didn’t say anything.

“Is that what you want?” Thor asked.

“No” Peter said. “It’s what my parents did in my dream. And then they tried to suffocate me”

Thor was quiet for a moment. He rested a hand on Peter’s head.

“It was just a nightmare, little one. It’s not real”

“It felt real”

“I know. But it wasn’t. You know that really”

“It doesn’t make it any less scary”

Thor rested a hand on Peter’s head. “You’re safe, Peter. Go to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning”

Peter didn’t. And as the days went on, he felt worse and worse. He did his school work, and even though he skipped tea, he always had breakfast and lunch, and he tried to look after himself, and he went out when Thor told him to get his shoes on. But it was hard work, and he couldn’t relax or focus on anything for long at all. He had restless days and tricky nights.

His apparent ‘stress response’ decided to repeat itself night upon night, in turn making Peter even more upset and angry and irritable. Thor was always very good about it, but it didn’t help much. Peter soon found he hated the rumble of the washing machine in the early hours of the morning, and he hated himself too. He wasn’t sure what to do about it. He tried not drinking anything for hours before bed, but it didn’t work - and then he was just thirsty and dehydrated on top of it all.

“Maybe we should talk to your daddy about this” Thor said one morning. “He’s worked with children before; he might know what to do to help”

“No! I don’t want them to know! And anyway, they’re ignoring all my messages and calls anyway, so what makes you think he’d even answer?”

Thor sighed. “Alright, alright. Well, then maybe we should take you to see a doctor. Maybe there’s a medicine they could give you”

“I don’t want to see a doctor!” Peter shouted. “I don’t want anyone to know; you said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“Ok, ok. Don’t shout at me like that”

“Well stop going on about it, then!” Peter shouted. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

“We need to try to do something” Thor said. “I’m pretty sure you can get pads for this sort of thing”

“I’m not wearing a nappy!” Peter fumed, his face flushing.

“They’re not nappies, Peter”

“Yes they are! Basically, anyway! I’m not doing it! Stop throwing these horrible suggestions at me. I don’t want to talk about it and I don’t need to see a doctor, and if you try to sneak those fucking things into my room I’ll knock your teeth out!”

And with that he stormed to his room and slammed the door behind him. Thor sighed. He didn’t know how to soothe Peter’s shot nerves, so solving this new problem was beyond his scope of capabilities. He sighed again and picked up the phone.

Tony woke up to the sound of the landline ringing. He raised his head slowly, watching the phone as it rung. It soon stopped, and Thor’s voice leaving a message came over the speaker.

“This is getting ridiculous, you two. It’s been three weeks already! Tony, you promised you’d see him every day, but you won’t even answer his calls. Listen, I’m doing my best, but there’s only so much I can do. He needs his dads. Call me back”

Tony picked up a nearby glass and threw it at the phone. The glass knocked the phone off the hook before shattering against the kitchen wall. Tony nodded slightly and pulled his bottle of beer closer. Maybe he’d get some peace and quiet with the phone off the hook. Until it started beeping, at least.

Loki woke up to the sound of a thud and smash in the kitchen. He hauled himself off the sofa and stumbled through to the kitchen. Tony was pulling himself to his feet.

“...It was empty” he said, gesturing to the smashed bottle on the tiles.

Loki looked at him for a moment. “...Do you think I’ve always been infertile?”

Tony shrugged, grabbing the broom in one hand and a can of lager in the other.

“How would they know?”

“I don’t know if they can tell” Loki said. “What if I did it to myself? The drinking and smoking and stuff?”

“I used to be an alcoholic” Tony said, cracking open the can and clumsily sweeping broken glass to the side of the kitchen. “It didn’t ruin mine. Maybe you’ve always been this way”

“...I still want a baby”

Tony stopped, letting the broom fall against the kitchen unit before clattering on the floor. He turned back to Loki, downing a few mouthfuls of his drink.

“Me too” he said. “Can’t have one though. But we can have this”

He grabbed another can of lager and held it out to Loki.

“I don’t drink beer”

“Better crack open your emergency gin stash, then”

Tony sat down heavily at the breakfast bar, gulping down his drink. Loki left him to it.

Loki found his emergency bottle of Gordon’s in the bottom drawer of his bedside table. He sat on the bed and opened it, but then spotted what else was in the bottom drawer. He screwed the lid back on the bottle and dropped it on the bed. He reached into the drawer and took out the old scrapbook. He flicked through it with shaking hands, trying to focus with blurred vision.

He looked at the photos, all random ones out of order from the past decade or so. He looked at the pictures him with Tony on their honeymoon. He looked at all the pictures with Peter and May. He looked at the pictures of himself cut from magazine articles. He looked at the pictures from his sabbatical, of his fellow charity workers, of his colleagues at the children’s home in Scotland, at them with the children in the home.

He looked at the picture of him with his colleagues from the hospital, all of them together after a successful fundraising event. He looked at the picture of him and Jo Jo with the quadruplets they’d delivered together in a power cut the year Loki first qualified as a nurse. He looked at the pictures from their foolish antics on the ward, including the toy frog that had turned up and they’d spent months hiding in random places for the other to find until it was claimed by the owner.

He looked at photos of himself with Pepper at their favourite cocktail bar. He looked at pictures of them from boring parties where getting drunk together was the only way to get through without going mad. He looked at the picture of the two of them in their wedding finery.

He looked at the photo of Peter curled up asleep in Tony’s arms on the boat across Derwent Water. He looked at a lot of photos of those two: laughing together, hugging, striking boy band poses, working together in the lab. He even had some photos from before he knew Peter, of him and Tony at expo’s together, working in the lab at Stark tower, messing about, looking so much like the people he loved, but so different too.

He turned the page and found himself looking at photos of toddler Peter: playing with his toys, curled up on a big cushion in his little teddy bear onesie, hiding behind his toy rocket, grinning at the camera with a sparky look in his eyes. Loki stroked the photos gently, remembering that strange time between defeating Kindsprengen and getting the reversal gun. He turned the page, and his eyes rested on a photo of Peter and Pepper, a rare thing indeed.

Loki closed the scrapbook with a snap and put it back in the drawer. He picked up the bottle of gin, looked at it for a moment, and then put that down too, closing the drawer. He scrabbled under his pillow, finding his mobile phone.

“...Hi, Pepper? It’s Loki” he swallowed hard, closing his eyes to stop the tears from spilling. “I think I need help”

The phone call didn’t last long, and so it wasn’t until Pepper arrived at the Stark’s half an hour later that she realised just how dire the situation was. She found Loki in his room and dragged him to the kitchen where Tony was.

“Get off the floor” she said, so firmly that Tony did as he was asked and moved to the breakfast bar.

“Wha’ are you doing here?” he grumbled.

“Sorting you out, and it’s a bloody good job I am!” Pepper snapped, filling the kettle and setting it on its stand, switching it on. “First things first; we need to get you two sobered up! Especially you, Tony. God, look at the state of this place! How much have you had? It looks like you’ve bought out a full off licence!”

Tony just shrugged, picking up another bottle, which Pepper snatched from him.

“Stop it! And Loki, sit down before you fall over”

“...Thanks for coming” Loki said, taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

“I’m glad I did. I knew things were bad, considering everything that happened, and then the weeks of ignored texts and emails and phone calls. But I didn’t realise just how bad things were here. Where’s Peter? Please tell me you haven’t been funnelling this stuff into him as well”

“He’s not here” Loki said.

“He’s been staying with Thor” Tony said.

“Oh right. Thank god for that” Pepper sighed, spooning coffee granules into a couple of (thankfully clean) mugs. “How’s he doing?”

Tony shrugged. Pepper looked at Loki.

“...Tony hasn’t really been keeping in touch with him”

“And you?”

Loki paused, and then shook his head. Pepper sighed.

“Well, at least he’s being looked after. Time to get you two looked after now”

“Pepper, we-”

“I don’t want to hear it” she interrupted. “I don’t need to hear it! I can see exactly what’s happened here. I knew I should have come over, but you were so insistent you wanted to sort it yourselves, and I was trying to sort myself - and I was stupid to think I could leave you two together alone with something so serious. I knew I should’ve dragged you to that therapy appointment with me. I should have come round much sooner; as soon as you stopped replying to my messages. Not that either of you said much anyway”

“...We’ve been struggling” Tony said. “Give us a break”

“And you thought this would help?” she gestured to the empty alcohol bottles piled up on every surface in the kitchen, and the cans scattered on the kitchen floor.

“I tried at first” Loki mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “But then we kinda... Well, this happened together”

“Well, I’m putting a stop to it” Pepper said. “We’ll get you two sobered up and sorted, we’ll tidy this pigsty of a house, and then we’ll sit down and sort everything else out”

She put a mug of strong coffee down in front of both men.

“Drink” she said. “We’ve got a lot of work to do”

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Heist

New AU? New AU.

Some world building: Fusion of magic and technology. Mages exist, but this is set in a sort of hybrid of future tech and magic. Not modern or ancient, but futuristic with magic!

Darevas and Felasel belong to @selenelavellan

Cirimeni belongs to @justanartsysideblog

Falon’din and the other Evanuris mentioned belong to @feynites

Minor Falon’din warning.

The Evanuris Museum Exposition. A beautiful building dedicated to the stolen wealth of the most powerful elven family in all of Thedas. Tall and white with energy running through it as the T1-AN Core makes its world debut as a reliable, and limitless, energy source. The Core sits in the main atrium of the building, though it needs no sun to power itself, Miriel knows that it casts a beautiful glow through the halls when it mingles with sunlight. It is as much an art installation as a power source.

As fascinating as the Core is, it is not her target tonight. Oh no, that would be too predictable, and impractical given her supplies. The Core is massive, weighing over five tons, and filled with so much energy that improper handling could not only kill her, but level everything in a ten mile radius. Miriel is a thief, not a murderer.

Miriel’s target, or rather targets, are smaller but just as worthy. Everyone will be expecting a move on the Core tonight, which makes other targets that much more appealing. After all, they don’t need the Core itself - just the blueprints on how it works. But that is late game, right now is just a game.

“We’re in position,” a feminine robotic voice hums in Miriel’s earpiece disguised as an elaborate ear cuff. Miriel smiles in acknowledgement, knowing that Cirimeni’s got eyes all over the building and can very well see her.

Normally she likes to be in the shadows, slinking in and out before anyone sees her. Tonight is a different story, though. There are too many guards to be able to successfully cat burgle anything. So Miriel is taking a page out of the old heist manual and going in as the distraction. Cirimeni and Fenris had debated vehemently with her about this, but it’s the best option.

She just happens to be his type.

Or at least close enough that the approximators she’s wearing can make her seem irresistible to the heir to the Evanuris wealth. Her contacts are blue, masking her golden eyes, and her face approximator softens some of the angles in her face, making her appear more doll like. Approximators cover her left arm and leg like hose, hiding the dark vine tattoos that swirl over almost the entirety of her left side. While she doesn’t think he cares about tattoos, they’re too distinctive and could give her away.

Miriel’s dressed herself in a low cut, high slit black halter dress that makes her golden skin practically glow. Her long honey blond hair is left long and down, enticing some idiot to grab it. Or perhaps a specific idiot.

“Invitation,” the guard asks at the front glass doors. Miriel smiles and produces the holographic invitation from her small purse.

“Aeva du Roche,” she purrs in a flawless Orlesian elven accent, “curator at the Jader High Museum.” The guard gives her a look and looks down at the holograph. He runs a hand over it, the electricity reacting to the slim finger piece he’s wearing on his ring finger. A band at the base of the piece clicks then turns a bright green.

“You’re cleared. Enjoy the party.” He steps aside, gesturing to the door. She half expects him to open it before she realizes that the door itself is a hologram. Eluvian tech? Fancy indeed.

She smiles at the guard, taking her invitation back before stepping through the door. The energy tickles the approximators, giving her tiny shocks along her arms, face, and leg. She shows no signs of discomfort, accustomed to the small shocks her little devices give her.

The inside of the building is more opulent and grand than the outside with immense custom made glittering chandeliers that glow blue with energy, glistening marble floors, and a roof made entirely out of glass. The ceilings are tall enough to make a giant feel small and she wonders if June took that thought into consideration when building - making sure everyone felt small when compared to the might and power of the Evanuris family.

Mythal must be delighted.

Miriel doesn’t mind feeling small, not like many of these ass kissing socialites who are only here to garner favor. Small things are rarely noticed and that is ultimately her goal - not to be noticed. Except for tonight, of course, she is banking on being noticed.

The front room is flanked by pillars that support the glass ceiling and those pillars create smaller alcoves where groups of people have gathered in meeting. Miriel walks down the center of the room toward the atrium, smiling at any passerby. The front room is for gossips, and while she normally is a fan, tonight is a mission.

The great double door are so large they cannot be opened by a person but instead either be opened by sensors or by runes. They are kept open tonight, however, allowing free exploration of the rooms. She steps through the threshold and into the atrium, and while she knows what to expect with the Core, she cannot help but gasp in awe of it. It’s...radiant, pulsating with energy within its titanium steel display case. She steps closer to it, unable to ignore how it beats like a heart -

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Someone says next to her. She turns quickly to see a tall man, a handsome tall elven man next to her. His dark hair is slicked back from his face, highlighting his bright blue eyes. This is Darevas Evanuris, son to Dirthamen Evanuris and nephew to Falon’Din, the heir. Not her mark but...enticing enough to engage in conversation certainly. He’s rumored to not be much older than she is, recently graduating with his MBA. She wonders where his twin is, the two are rarely seen apart.

Miriel lets her eyes drag over him for a second, appraising his build and his clothes, and that watch, before looking him in the eye. She smiles, “It is. A true marvel of engineering.”

Like most men, he is pleased at her roaming eye and seems to puff up just a bit for her, “I’m equally as impressed by how beautiful they made it. It’s nice to see the future is efficient and beautiful.”

“Oh yes,” she says, “It would be dreadful to have such a marvel be hideous. Especially to throw a party around it.” She is perhaps a tad too cheeky but Darevas chuckles.

“I am Darevas, by the way,” he says, offering his hand. She takes his hand, shaking it, turning it over gently to expose his golden watch.

“Aeva du Roche, a pleasure. And is this a Jacobson? Those are quite rare now, with modern technology.” She lets his hand go and he blushes slightly.

“Ah, yes. It was a gift for my recent graduation.”

“Oh? Congratulations are in order then. I would offer you a toast, but I am afraid we have no drinks.”

“We can’t have that, now can we?” Darevas looks around, spies one of the servers and beckons him over. He takes two glasses off the tray and offers one to Miriel with a charming smile. She accepts the champagne and clinks her glass to his.

“Congratulations, may your future be as bright as this marvel.” She sips from her glass, maintaining his eye contact.

“Thank you. And might I ask what is your occupation, Lady Aeva? Everyone here knows my family and business, it puts me at a disadvantage.”

Oh he is a charming one, isn’t he? She glances around the room, not seeing her mark. The night is still young and she has some time, she supposes. Getting in good with this little lordling may not be such a bad thing.

“I would not say that, your father has done quite a good job at concealing you from the public,” but not good enough to keep Miriel from digging, “I know little about you.”

“Ah, then might we play the game, then?”

“The Game? You speak to an Orlesian, darling, The Game manes something quite specific to us.” She teases and he chuckles.

“Ah yes, The Game. I merely mean the game that people who have just met each other play, where one asks a question and the other answers and asks a question in turn.”

“Oh, that game. Are you sure you are up to playing?” She teases, walking around him. He follows her a bit like a puppy. She can feel his eyes roaming over her body and for once she is not repulsed by the action. Men ogle her, they want her, and she is happy to put on a show as long as they adhere to all museum rules - look but no touching.

“I did suggest it,” he says.

“Very well. I shall begin. What is your degree in?”

“Business, specifically looking into ethics.” Now that is a surprise. Ethics from an Evanuris? Perhaps he learned about them to only better aid his family is breaking them. The family has had no issue in violating any code of ethics before. Killing people, embezzlement, theft of Dalish land and artifacts. She would not be surprised if the Core is stolen technology from the dwarves.

“I did not realize the family had an interest in business ethics,” she says off-handedly, looking at a rather dull human made bust of an old king.

“Ah, but perhaps it is not about my family and about me.” What a novel concept to have one of the Evanuris to want to step away some from the family’s interests. So novel a concept that it must be a lie.

As handsome as he is, Miriel must remember who he is, who his family is.

“Perhaps, and isn’t all higher education an ode to oneself?” she says, turning into a hallway that runs adjacent to the atrium. It is filled with more busts of famous historical figures that she doesn’t care to know.

“And you protest such things?” He asks and she chuckles.

“Hardly. Who is to say I have not written a symphony to myself with all my education?” She hasn’t, but she is playing someone who likely has.

“Have you?” He asks.

“I have. Bachelor’s, Master’s, a PhD. I am my biggest fan,” she plays.

“Dr. du Roche, then.”

“Yes,” she turns to him and leans up by his ear, “but you, darling, call me Aeva.” The air charges with slight magic and it reminds her of his lineage. The Evanuris are known to be mages and he is no different, it seems. Magic curls around them, prickling along the lines of her approximators.

“Very well, Aeva,” his voice is low and sends an involuntary shiver down her back. She needs to keep her purpose in mind, needs to not become caught up in whatever this is. Her loneliness is only outmatched by her outrage and determination.

My people will be free once again. And those blueprints are the key to said freedom.

“Do be a dear,” she says, “and show me this incredible building. I long to see what treasures your family has acquired.” Stolen more like. Darevas is a dear, though, offering his arm before he whisks her off around the museum. He is a good host, telling her about the pieces. She spots at least a dozen fake items and more that she knows to be stolen or at least acquired in illegal means. She’s seen them on the black market - she has even pawned a few of these at the beginning of her thieving career. To keep up her ruse, she tells him a few things about a couple of the pieces she knows.

By the time they return to the atrium she thinks that surely her mark has arrived. But she cannot see him and the band is cueing up a song.

“May I have this dance?” Darevas asks. She shouldn’t, it’s a bad idea, yet she finds herself taking his offered hand.

“I do so love to dance,” she says and lets him guide her across the floor. He is a marvelous dancer, leading her perfectly through the dance. It is a simpler formal dance to appeal to the widest cast of people here, but the way Darevas dances makes it feel more incredible than its actual simple steps.

The song ends and she finds she wants to keep dancing. It wouldn’t be so bad, she thinks, to stay and -

“Falon’din has entered the building,” Cirimeni says and she inwardly curses. Miriel smiles up at Darevas and draws a delicate nail down his cheek.

“You are a darling.” She extricates herself from his arms, dragging her hands down so that her fingers coil delicately over his watch. She unclasps it all the while maintaining his gaze. He is rapt with her and it almost makes her feel bad.

Almost. She steps away, disappearing into the crowd, slipping his watch into her purse. He won’t miss it. His family is made of money and if he throws a fit, she’s sure Mamae and Papae will buy him another.

Now she must set her trap for one of the worst members of the family. A rapist and a killer, Falon’din is kept along as a sort of embarrassing pet to Mythal. She makes sure the law doesn’t look at Falon’din overlong and in turn, Falon’din victimizes people throughout the land.

Miriel slinks into the shadows and up to the third floor, mapping her route. June Evanuris’s office is located at the back of the museum, overlooking both the atrium and the gardens. It is a spacious and gorgeous office but it is also sealed - only someone with Evanuris level clearance can enter. As much as a disappointment Falon’din is, he is an Evanuris. She pulls out a small appliance from her purse and places it on the door. It beeps to life and does a scan of the room beyond the glass. A hologram projects in front of the device, giving Miriel the ability to survey the room without setting off any alarms. She manipulates the hologram, looking at every nook and cranny. The blueprints are likely in a safe, on a password encrypted drive.

Aha! There, on the left wall there is a false panel. If she pops it open, it will reveal its secrets. All she needs is to get the drive, the others can solve the rest.

Next, she puts another device on the handle and activates it. This program alters the DNA scan to verify the person pulling the door is verified to enter. She has a strand of Sylaise’s hair but alas, the scanner requires a living person. The bug she’s using to override the scan isn’t even exactly overriding the scan, but rather programing it to ignore some of the DNA so that a relative to the verified person can enter.

Ah, gotta love black market tech. Unfortunately, Darevas is not close enough in relation to Sylaise for it to work with him. Miriel needs either a brother, a sister, a mother, or a father. Andruil is not at this gathering and Dirthamen is rumored to be unwavering faithful. She isn’t going anywhere close to Mythal or Elgar’nan. Sylaise herself is plastered next to June all night and will not be lured away.

That leaves Miriel with Falon’din.

Satisfied with her plan, Miriel peels off the reader and puts it back in her purse. She heads down to the atrium once more.

“Where is he?” she whispers.

“In the eastern wing of the atrium by the fountain, sulking.” He won’t be sulking for long. Miriel touches up her lipstick and fluffs her hair. Time to get this show started.

It should terrify her, what she is planning to do, but instead she feels a sick sort of glee. Nothing makes her happier than robbing assholes. The music in the hall rises as she descends the stairs.

There he is, leaning against a pillar, scowling at the fountain, arms folded over his chest like a petulant child. The only other person she loathes more is Mythal, but she is at least not trying to lure and seduce Mythal.

Miriel steps slightly out of the shadows and poses a little, tilting her head back, exposing her neck. Falon’din’s gaze flickers up, back down, then up again, settling on her.

Got him.

She shifts her weight and bats her eyelashes. Intent blazes in his eyes and stalks forward. She grins, crooking her finger at him before bolting up the stairs.

Have to be faster. She bolts up the two flights of stairs, flashing smiles back at her pursuer. His age has slowed him but he is still dangerous, she knows. At the top of the stairs, she turns and beckons him more.

“I found the perfect place,” she croons, backing up to June’s office.

He’s breathing heavily but still moving towards her.

“I can’t get it open,” she pouts, “maybe you’ll get it open?” She bites her lip, hoping he doesn’t just forego the room completely. Her luck is with her, however and he grasps the handle. There is a noticeable whirr then click and the door eases open.

“Oh you are amazing,” she purrs, slinking past him inside. Close the doo-

He follows her inside, grasps her hair and pulls.

“Ah!” She cries as he yanks her head back to look at him.

“You’re a tease, aren’t you?” He slants his mouth over hers and she has to resist gagging. The plan, she has to remember the plan. And fortunately, she planned for this occurance.

The fingers on her left hand press into her palm, typing in a code into a the approximator. Electricity seizes her arm and she shoves her hand up to Falon’din’s face.

He screams as the electricity courses into his body and the buzzer saps his magic but he is bigger than she anticipated and it’s not enough to down him like she had originally hoped.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He shouts charging her. His hand comes around her throat as he throws her against the glass, making it crack. She cries out in pain before the hair is slowly squeezed from her. Her eyes go wide as she realizes she has made a horrible mistake.

He tears her dress down, exposing her.

Can’t breathe - ! But she can remember. Miriel gives a small hop, lifting her feet to launch a kick into his knees. He buckles, surprised enough that his grip loosens. She reaches up and pulls on his fingers, twisting them until break. He shrieks in pain but she doesn’t let up. She grabs his hair and knees him the face.

Go down, go down. But the bastard is tough and he is beginning to cast.

Shit! She leaps over to the desk and grabs a heavy vase. She clubs him over the head with it, then knicks him for good measure before noticing -

Oh no.

His head...is at a sickening angle. Blank eyes stare at nothing and she realizes he’s dead.

She killed him. The Falon’din Evanuris. She, Miriel of clan Bellenan of ill repute and questionable methods, killed Falon’din Evanuris.

She….she’s never killed anyone before.

“We’re coming! Get the blueprints!” Cirimeni shouts in her ear. Right, the...the reason she’s here. Swallowing back the urge to vomit, Miriel stumbles first to the computer. Might as well steal all the files. She plugs in the drive that will pull all the files then limps over to the wall. She presses the panel and a screen appears. Right, the safe. She raises her left hand with the approximator and presses it against the screen.

“Override it,” she says.

“On it,” Lasvala says. The current in her arm is horrendously uncomfortable as it always is, the prosthetic is still wired into her nervous system even if it is designed to be the ultimate subterfuge weapon. “Got it.”

The screen disappears and the panel slides down to reveal a small case. She grabs it just as the door opens and light blasts in from the party.

“Aeva!” Darvas shouts then looks down to see his quite dead uncle. Shit!

Horror crosses over his face and another person appears next to him, “You fought him off…what do you have?” The other person asks and she has no time to explain herself. They’ll kill her, she’s most wanted now. Goodbye Miriel the Thief, hello Miriel the Murderer.

Asshole had it coming, though.

She grabs the drive from the computer then turns, running to the window. She tosses a ball of electricity at the glass and it shatters just as she clears the threshold.

“AEVA!” Darevas shouts.

Overhead is the telltale whirr of the Bird - a weird cross between car, helicopter, and plane. Miriel grabs the lowered cable with her left hand and it takes off, pulling her up as it sails over the gardens.

Her last view of the museum is of Darevas at the broken window, stunned and horrified. She shouldn’t care, really shouldn’t, he’s one of them. It doesn’t matter that he’s into ethics and a divine dancer or that he could potentially be different. Because he’s not different.

The Evanuris are users and abusers.

And she killed one tonight.

The hatch opens up and she crawls into the Bird.

“Took you long enough,” Cirimeni says through her Artificial-Voice Modulator Torque - Y edition, or AMITY for short. “Did you get it?”

“I killed him,” Miriel murmurs, “but yeah, I got it. Plus all their files.”

“Yes! Shit, Miri, you were so cool! Something outta the movies,” Lasvala says as they help her into a seat.

“Maibrit will be happy,” Cirimeni says as she flies the Bird higher into the sky to avoid detection.

“Yeah.” Miriel leans against the seat and tries to calm down. She did it, she got the blueprint.

And became a killer.

#my writing #heist au #miriel #darevas #mirevas #eventually?#cirimeni #lasvala #falon'din #i woke up inspired and this happened #any day where i can beat up or kill fd is a good day #Falon'Din's Type Fights Back

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Lonashipping Week Prompt #1: Forbidden Romance: The Enforcer and the Beast

So, this takes place in an AU within an AU (i.e. sticking with the plot of champion of the stars because… I got no other ideas…) So, there may be some spoiler material for future parts and even volumes in here. That and most of this could be said to be a Darling in the Franxx AU, but there aren’t really any code numbers, Franxx, and this is just regular Alola or stuff. But without further ado, on with the show!

The Beast and the Enforcer

Prelude

This is a story of how a monster became human. Although it was a brief time for her, it was something she could never forget. Before he gave her the world, the only world she knew was filled with restless despair and abandonment. A closed isolated world that never expanded outside the walls. Not even light could manage to seep through the cracks. That place back then was the entirety of my world.

That place was the entirety of my world before I decided to break free from it. Aether Paradise. A place where I felt myself slowly die. A place where nearly all my questions were scoffed and shoved to the side by all who worked there. Where me and my sister were considered dolls toward our mother. That was until she appeared. That was where my story began.

To this day I had never forgotten…

To this day I had forgotten everything…

When I first saw light escaping from that room…

When I laid my eyes at the darkness…

At the boy who reached his hand...

At the girl who cowered in fear…

How he pulled me out from isolation…

How warm her hand was…

And the time we spent together…

Luma’s POV

Ever since the day that my father died, everything went downhill from there. I was treated as nothing more than a test subject. A monster in human skin. Even the Pokemon there got special treatment. Me? I would fight endless battles with Pokemon. If I won those battles, I would get a reward for it. And after that, I would be subjected to more testing and experiments that would concern Ultra Beasts and the only Pokemon I’ve had ever since I was little. One that I didn’t know that I had fused with as perfectly as the cell structure of graphene. I used to have someone visiting me. Who would feed me and tell me that things will be alright in the end. But she gave me two things that weren’t food; a picture book with various drawings, and my metal bracelet that was once given to me by one of my parents.

Shortly after however, I never saw her again. But I always kept those two things close to me. There was never a time where I would leave without them hidden under the huge black cloak that was given to be by the people who held me captive. Every time I looked at the colorful pictures from the little bit I could see from it in the darkness, it made me yearn for the world. I had always hoped that the world was something vast and comforting. Warm and Inviting to a monster like me who never understood anything… I was right… But I was also terribly naïve for my own good as I was subjected to yet another prison. I was an inmate. Lesser than that, I was just cargo.

Gladion’s POV

Ever since the day our father disappeared, our mother tried to maintain a strong presence in front of me and my sister. However, she never told us what happened to him. Where he went. And why he left. I was the one always asking questions about him. Each day I would always ask my mother what happened to our father. The answer was always the same…

“He’s still here, son… Didn’t he wake you and Lillie up this morning?”

We were confused. Despite this, we ate that up. Thinking our father was still here in this island. Here in Alola. But I knew the truth from a conversation Wicke had with Faba.

“It’s a shame that Lady Lusamine is acting like this. The loss of her husband has really rattled her.”

“Hah. I will admit that the loss of Professor Mohn was indeed shocking, but you don’t see me crying. If anything, I’m getting sick of this side of Lusamine. If she isn’t going to take a stand at running this company like the president she is because of one person’s disappearance, then I’LL just have to stand up in her place!”

I told Lillie about it. The conversation that they had. All she did was shake her head and act as though she was in denial just as much as mom was. But deep down she must’ve known that dad wasn’t going to come back the way she hung around me or mother. Always thinking that one of us would be the next to disappear from her. The one thing that always peaked our spirits was when Wicke would let us go to the observatory and play with the Pokemon. Wicke took the two of us in the conservatory there like she usually would since Mother never let us step outside. But one day instead of playing family with a Cleffairy she had grown fond of since her early childhood, Lillie had curled herself into a ball and started crying with the same fairy Pokémon comforting her with a small whine.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I… Stick out? I mean… everyone else is just working like normal. Even mom’s getting back to her research she and dad were working on. Everyone’s stopped talking about dad. It’s like her never existed. Did they… forget about him or something? I mean… I’m still sad about him. I just… Wanna see dad.”

I knew what she meant. About everyone being different than usual. That they stopped talking about father as if he never existed. It was almost frightening how fast they moved on. But even so, seeing Lillie the way she was. It made me feel as though I was just like everyone else. That I moved on. But I was far from the point of moving on. I wanted to know what happened to him. I wanted to know why he disappeared. What caused his disappearance. I wanted answers more than anything.

“You’re not the only one. I miss him too…”

“R-Really?”

“When I heard Faba and Wicke talking, I didn’t know what to think. I thought they were just kidding at first. I looked everywhere for him, but I couldn’t find him. I even asked mom if she knew where he went. But she didn’t answer me.”

“Oh…”

“But maybe… If he’s still here in Alola. Then maybe we can look for him on the islands. Like, maybe he could be waiting for us somewhere.”

“But where?”

“Hmm… maybe… I know! Do you know that place where you and mom went to? Where you two danced in the rain?”

“You mean near Po Town?”

“He could be waiting there! But we won’t know unless we look for him there!”

“But… is it really okay for us to leave? To look for him out there all by ourselves? Shouldn’t we at least tell mom where we’ll be going?”

“We can’t tell anyone about this! Especially mom!”

“Uhh… I don’t know…”

“Wicke! What is the meaning of this!? Why in Arceus’ name are they doing in the observatory?!”

“What’s so bad about us being here?”

“Get out! Don’t think the both of you could do things as you please just because you’re the president’s children. I’ll be reporting this to Lusamine at once!”

“Faba that’s enough! They’re just children!”

“Let’s go, Lillie.”

“But where?”

“Doesn’t matter. Anywhere else but here.”

After that, Lillie and I walked out of the Observatory and back to the mansion where we lived. It was always like this. We would be scolded for playing around in the observatory with the other Pokemon. And we would be scolded more for asking questions about dad.

When I had enough of being isolated in this island, I would sneak onto a ferry while everyone was asleep. And only those who worked at night were wide awake, I would sneak into one of the ferries and go to either Ula’Ula Island or Akala Island to look around town every now and again. I would learn more about Pokémon and Trainers who battled along side them. How strong and resilient they were into proving who was the strongest among each other. That was what gave me hope back then. I even met one of those trainers who came all the way from Unova when we were on the main islands. He gave me a hoodie that was still too big for me back then and a Premier Ball, saying that that was my ticket to becoming a trainer. I kept the Poke ball in my room, but always put on the hoodie when I would be outside.

It didn’t matter where I went just as long it was anywhere but that island. Even if it was just a couple Pokémon battles on the street or I somehow scraped some cash to get a ticket for a battle royale at Royale Avenue and make and quickly make my way back onto a ferry toward Aether Paradise. But that night. That night was different.

“Stop causing me trouble you little wretch!”

“Grrr… Grrr Rrrrr”

“Woah… is that… A girl? But why does she have…”

The girl struggled as a line of employees different from the ones in Aether Paradise blocked her path while a man was pulling her toward another ferry. Before I knew it, I needed to make my way home before anyone else knew that I was gone. But when I snuck into the ferry that lead to Aether Paradise, all the people from moments ago started boarding. I remember thinking that that was the ferry I was stowed away in was the wrong one. It was hard to tell whether I was boarding on the right one or not until the announcement would confirm the destination. I remember peaking from the cabin that I was in and seeing the girl struggling with that same man from before, who looked to have taken something of hers.

I remember seeing her face that first time. Her hair was as white as the feathers on a Pelipper, slightly covering her clouded blue eyes and her ears… However, her hair failed to cover what looked to be a set of horns just above her ears. She wore a tattered black cloak to cover her seemingly tiny frame. When I tried getting an even closer look at her, I noticed her hands were as black as the cloak she wore, if not darker and resembled sharp claws. By the time she got the item back, she curled herself into a ball and looked away from the man as he laughed and kicked her down. I noticed her looking up to my direction. I didn’t know what to do, so all I did was wave. I was too enamored by the girl to even be angry at the man who bullied her. The way she covered her mouth and smiled with her eyes as I held my finger to my mouth was kind of adorable back then… But at that moment I found it simply beautiful. It was almost like my heart was set aflame with every second my eyes stared down at her as we floated atop the dark brooding sea dimly lit by the moonlight.

I remember talking about her to Lillie the next day. About the girl with the horns. She didn’t believe me the first time and thought I was just making it all up. For a moment I thought it was all a dream. That I dreamt her up. That was until I realized something. That she was in the ferry from last night. So I decided to take Lillie with me and look for the girl. We had no idea where she would be. But decided to look in the secret labs a few floors down.

“She can’t be real, Gladion. People don’t have horns growing from their heads. And dark black claws or whatever.”

“She IS real! I saw her in the ferry on the way here! She’s got to be in here somewhere! And I’m gonna look down at the labs and find her!”

“But-“

*crash*

“Wh-What was that?! Gladion? Where are you going?!”

Running to the elevator and down to the labs, I tried finding the source to that loud bang. A little after that, I heard piercing screams of pain coming to a crescendo as I ran straight down the hallway to my left. By the time I got there, I looked out the window and saw the girl. She looked to be limp on the floor as Faba and a woman with black hair stood proudly as Faba’s Alakazam attacked her with what looked to be the Psychic move Psyshock as she tried to get up again, only for her to scream in pain as it was too much for her to bare. I stepped back in horror asking myself why they were doing this to her even though she had no way of fighting back. What were they trying to achieve in inflicting pain on her? What did they want from that girl? And why was she treated the way she was?

“What are you doing here, Gladion?”

Turning, I look up to see my mother with a blank look on her face. I looked back at the room where the girl was and back to my mother.

“Why is she being attacked like that?! Why are they just-“

“That’s none of your concern. You’re not even suppose to be here, Gladion-“

“Is this what you were working on since dad disappeared? Were you hurting people like her? Were you hurting the Pokemon?-“

“BE QUIET! I’VE HAD ENOUGH JUST BE QUIET!!”

“M-Mom… I just…”

“How do you even know that that’s a girl… Gladion have you been sneaking off? You shouldn’t be roaming around the foundation nor outside this island like that.”

“But what about Dad-“

“Stay in the mansion. That way you won’t mess up anything. Just like the horrible mistake you are…”

“…”

After that, I stopped asking her anymore questions. All I did was quietly walk back to the elevator and waited in my room until night had fallen. Until no one was around the mansion or anywhere in the foundation to make my move. When I looked outside, I saw the man dragging the girl by her hood to the residential quarters across the mansion. When the man entered the building, I ran downstairs and tried to run outside. But as I was doing so, I heard the main door open and hid quickly along the stairs. From the sound of the talking, it was mother and that woman with Faba. It sounded like they were talking about us; Myself, Lillie, and the girl.

“I must say old friend, you have truly outdone yourself in finding the Prism Pokemon on your last trip here. Much less sealing it in one of its’ own Z Crystals.”

“It was a lot of challenging work, but it seems as though this one might be just the one we’re looking for. A Trainer fused with a legendary Pokemon. One that Strella will call their secret weapon upon Ultra Space. That way, once we get our hands on that world, then the Ultra Beasts will be all ours, Lusamine.”

“I’m not too keen on the idea of using children for research. Especially with how Strella had nearly fallen when you did such an experiment like this. Tell me, how did THAT go for you?”

“Oh, Lusamine. You’re so hung up on the past. I guess Mohn’s death really did do a number on you, you unfortunate thing… Come! Let us look forward to the future we have together in taking over that world. with Luma as our primary pawn, we’d practically have a part of both worlds at the palms of our hands. Besides, you have a collection to fill up, no?”

“Indeed I do…”

I didn’t know what they meant back then, but that didn’t really matter to me now, what mattered to me was if that girl was alright. I opened the door as quickly as my arms could let me and ran to the residential quarters. Before I could get anywhere near it however, I waited until that man wasn’t anywhere near that building. It wasn’t too long until I noticed him walking out of the door with a bit of blood on his hands. It made me enraged. Even more so when he smiled at the sight of it clinging onto his hands as he went towards the mansion. But that anger grew to concern as I ran into the building and looked to see two rows of doors facing toward one another. I didn’t know which door she was behind, or if there were more like these ones. That was until I heard weeping.

It was quiet. Barely audible. But even so, I followed the sound straight ahead as I put on the sweatshirt and followed the sound. But each time I thought I felt like it was getting louder, I felt like I was getting colder than I did before. My footsteps weren’t doing anything more than just creating more sound that would drown out the crying. When I heard the weeping get closer however, I felt like she was able to hear me from her room and continued to silence herself. In a fit of desperation, I took a deep breath and spoke softly, but tried to make it audible for her to hear.

“Please tell me where you are.”

For a moment there was silence. I waited patiently until I could hear her. But instead of her voice, I heard knocking. Knocking that got louder and louder as I got up and searched for the right door. It was a tough search, but I found where the knocking might’ve been coming from. As I knocked back on the door in front of me, the knocking ceased and all I heard was a growl coming from the other side.

At that time, I never understood anything. That everything that happened here was for some special reason. That everything that happened to this girl was for a purpose that we had no idea would come to be something that we could barely understand even as we got older. But even so…

“I need you to get away from the door,” I spoke as I tried to open it, but to no avail. I wasn’t strong enough to break the lock. Nor did I even know that the door was locked to begin with. After a while, I saw the knob moving on its’ own thinking the girl behind it was trying to escape. But it didn’t do anything aside from wasting valuable time. There was nothing we could do. It was then that I realized that there had to have been a window somewhere in the building leading to her room. That although it would make a lot of noise, I would at least get her out of there. But as I was about to head out the door…

“What is that? Something’s shining over there…”

Upon closer inspection, the object on the ground appeared to have been a key. A key with a small label on it. but as I looked at the contents sprawled onto the paper, it turned to be a note.

‘This will make things easier…’

There was no recipient. Nor could I recognize the handwriting. But instead of inspecting the contents of the key, I got up from the ground and returned to the door. When I got there, I knocked on the door and heard a small growl coming from the other side.

“I’m coming in. Get away from the door.”

Inserting the key in the doorknob, I turned it slowly and heard a succession of clicks. When it was unlocked, I turned the knob of the door slowly. There, I saw the girl curled up at the wall across the door, growling escaping her mouth. It was obvious that she was scared. I was too. But not because of her appearance. Because I didn’t want her to fear me. Because I wanted her to be free. So I held out my hand and stayed by the door.

“It’s okay I won’t hurt you. I can get you out of here. So take my hand.”

In the end, she uncovered her face and stared at me. I felt a stream of tears escaping my face as I held my hand out to her. She slowly yet surely approached me as she held out her hand and gently placed it onto mine. I remembered her hand being much smaller than mine. I pulled her out of the room and saw her face in its entirety. Her teeth had fangs that were as black as her hands which were coveted in wounds. Flinching, she turned her face away from me and let out a small growl.

“Endure it okay? We just need to get you out of here.”

All my fears for being caught were turned into nothing but a distant memory as I ran with her in tow to the outside. But waiting for us was-

“Heh. Didn’t think you had balls, kid. I’m impressed.”

“You!”

That man had waited for me. Waited until I freed her to catch me. I couldn’t tell if he was smart or if I was just stupid for buying into that key. But I assume the latter before the former.

“I’m gonna need you to return that thing to me now and crawl back to your room, kid. Besides, shouldn’t kids like you be scared of the monsters that hide under your bed? Much less ones locked up

“Grrr…”

“You’re the real monster here. She might look like one, but she’s just as human as anyone else.”

The man just laughed at my statement as if it was some cruel joke. And he kept laughing until he looked to the direction of the mansion.

“Hahahaha! You hear this my lady?! Th-This kid here just called me a monster! For a kid of supposed geniuses, he’s an idiot for telling someone he’s a monster when he’s holding the claw of the real thing! Hahahah!”

“It is quite amusing… Isn’t it? Lusamine?”

Mother… She stood watching in anger as she saw me holding her hand. The way she looked down on us as I stood in front of the girl with my arms spread out.

“Have you gone insane, Gladion? Taking someone’s research like that. You might as well be taking their own child.”

“Then why was she locked up in that room if she’s supposed to be her mother, huh!? Either way, I’m not letting you hurt her anymore!”

“Tch! How dare you talk to her that way, huh kid?! Just who the hell do you think you are? You’re nothing!”

Luma’s POV

This was one of the first instances I had in the outside world. The moon shining from above. The echoing of the sea. The breeze blowing my hair away. I was scared and didn’t know what was going on. And why that boy wanted to protect me so badly. In a fit of fear, I felt my power rising from within me as I wanted to fulfill this boy’s wish and keep him from harm’s way. When I did, it was all such a blur as I felt myself soaring through the skies with the boy in my hands. He sounded like he was in fear as I flew higher and higher into the sky and away from this prison. I didn’t know where to go. Just any place far from here. Anywhere where my wings could carry us.

That was where my first experience outside began. We landed in a spot filled with trees, plants, and various Pokemon I never knew existed. It was all so green and humid that I ended up getting tired as my wings couldn’t carry the two of us anymore.

“Haaaah… Ugh... Ahh?”

I couldn’t really form many words after my transformation. And I almost felt like I was getting dumber and dumber as my power increased. Almost as if I was devolving than I was evolving. Back then, I didn’t know he lost consciousness from the shock of the flight. I figured he was hungry. But everything around me was unfamiliar as I had no idea how to tell what food was and what wasn’t. I growled at the slightest sounds created by the calls of Pokemon out of caution. But then I saw a miniature swarm of Ribombee approaching us. Of course, because I too was hungry, I decided to let my primal instincts take over and hunt the creatures. I managed to catch one and held it in my claws as it chirped in fear and confusion. But I didn’t care as I stuffed the Bee Fly Pokemon in my mouth, not paying heed to the rustling of the boy waking up as I tasted the bug. I turned to the sight of the rustling and saw the boy getting up and look at me in shock as the Ribombee was hanging from my mouth.

“Wha? What are you eating?!” he yelled in a fast manner as he ran toward me. But it was too late as I inhaled the innocent Bee Fly into my mouth. He just looked at me in a daze and got closer to me, reaching his hand toward me.

“No, wait! Spit it out. That’s not food.”

The way he held his hands to me had triggered my defenses and I ended up biting his wrist, releasing the Ribombee in the process. He yelped in pain as my teeth seeped through his skin, but instead of crying or yelling in pain, I remembered he stroked the top of my head, petting me softly that I ended up loosening my grip on him, not understanding what I had just done. Thinking back from then, that maybe why his hand was shaking like that.

“Jeez! I was only trying to help!”

“Haugh…? Uh…”

“Wait… Can you not understand what I’m saying?”

“Ah.”

“Well… I’m Gladion. Can you at least tell me your name?”

“Mmm…”

“*Sigh*… Maybe you have something written on your clothes? Maybe that bracelet? Lemme see your hand for a second.”

I flinched as he grabbed my hand but grew a bit curious as he examined my hand. But alas didn’t find what he was looking for. So, he decided to look at my feet and at a bangle that hung around the ankle of my leg and carefully examined the contents, reading them allowed as he did.

“Luminaria Moon? It’s a pretty name, but it’s kind of a mouthful… Maybe we can come up with a nickname?”

“Hah?”

“Hmm… Luma maybe? Man this is difficult… I’ve never been good with nicknames… even with a Pokemon that I met recently at Aether I only ever call it Null.”

“Ah!”

“Hey what’s up?”

“Uuu… Ah.”

“Wait are you trying to say something?”

“Ooo… Ma… Lu! Ma!”

“…Alright. I got it. Let’s go, Luma.”

“Ah.”

I also remembered being a fast learner. The first thing I had learned was my name… Luma. And eventually, I was able to form certain words with every second I spent with him. Eventually I learned about various Pokemon and ways to survive in the wild, albeit our knowledge was limited. One moment I remembered was when we sat near a meadow filled with red flowers and various Pokemon trainers on their way to becoming Island Challenge Champions. And Gladion had just returned from getting snacks from a Pokemon Center nearby.

“Here you go.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a Sweet Heart. Give it a try.”

Taking a weary bite, my expression changed from uncertainty to that of pure joy as I let out a cheery screech, but keeping my mouth closed to keep the rich chocolate in my mouth as my legs kicked for joy. Gladion laughed as he watched me eat the treat. Yet for some reason, I felt the need to show my gratitude by showing one of the last things that was given to me by the visitor; the picture book. I took the picture book from my hood and tugged at the sleeve of his shirt.

“What’s the matter?”

“L-Look.”

“You had that with you this whole time?”

“Look!”

“Is it okay for me to look at it?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright then. Let’s see here… ‘The Beast and the Prince?’. Sounds kind of cheesy… But when you got nothing to do but run.”

Gladion’s POV

The pictures burst from the page as I opened to the first page, pulling me in instantly. I always wondered how the pages, although kept in her hood all this time, were never crumbled nor worn. The book looked as though it was barely checked out from the library.

“These pages are pretty. Let’s see here… ‘in the deepest, darkest part of the forest lived a tribe hidden from all. They had large wings on their backs and although considered beasts among all, were considered beautiful creatures. Among them was their princess who had ashen wings-“

I was interrupted with the sudden footsteps and conversations of several Aether and Strella employees in search of us. But mostly Luma. As for me…

“Don’t worry. Maybe if we just-“

“What about Gladion? What do we do about him?”

“Our priority is the beast. If he gets in the way, we have no choice but to take him down.”

I remembered embracing Luma and keeping her close to me as I found out what they would do to me if I were to resist. I never knew if it was out of fear for myself. Or for her. But even so, I felt the need to protect her.

We waited as they got away from our sights and far from the area we were in. As we ran, I kept recalling the story that we read along each stop we took and the sad ending that took place. The Princess grew to love the Prince and consulted a witch for her to become human, knowing that a beast and a human could never be together. The Witch complied and took her wings. But warned the Princess that she would one day become an even fiercer demon than she was already considered and consume the prince’s life. They eventually fell in love with one another and married. Promising themselves to one another. But the princess’ happiness didn’t last as she turned into a beast with wings as black as tar. In exchange for her humanity, the princess had to kill the Prince, the person she loved most, to be free from her curse and return to the person she originally was. In the end, she couldn’t do it, and flew far from the prince as far as her wings could take her, never to see the prince again, much to his grief.

For some reason, that story was one of the only things I could think about as we hid and ran from the employees. Were we just like the people from the story? Were we supposed to be kept apart? Even as we decided to walk in the empty halls of the Lake of the Sunne, that story remained in my mind.

“Oof!”

“Hey! Are you okay? Guess we were walking quite a bit, huh?”

“Am I… a Beast?”

“What?”

“I… I’m not… Human. I-I think… I hurt.”

“Don’t say anything like that! You were made to be a guinea pig to those people!”

“B-“

“They’re the one’s who are the monsters. You’re just as human as anyone else, Luma!”

Luma’s POV

Tears streamed down my face as soon as I heard those words. That I was human… That I was more human than anyone else. The one thing I was never able to learn was affection toward another. And at that moment, I learned it from him as I jumped into his arms despite the scratches and wilts on my legs. Those tears were filled to the brim with joy as those words echoed in my head as he hugged me with what felt like a smile on his face.

“Let’s go far away from here, Luma. And we can always be together.”

“Together?”

“Yeah. We can go somewhere where no one can hurt you, where we won’t be ignored, and there will be a lot of Pokemon. And we get older, we can train together, and get stronger! And then… I can always be there by your side… Just like that story. But with a happy ending. One where nothing can drive us apart.”

“Then… You’re my prince?”

The way I worded seemed to have made his face bright red. Thinking back I never really considered his feelings aside from flying him away from that island. Even as his face heated up and as he stumbled in this words, he grabbed both my hands and looked me in the eyes.

“O-Of course! I’ll always be there for you, Luma. Just don’t leave me.”

“O-Okay…”

I wanted us to keep true to our promise. I wanted us to be together and do all that he just said. Deep down, I wanted us to be together… But as those people from both the foundation and the corporation came in… That vision for the both of us… It all came crashing down.

Why… Why did all of this have to happen? Why couldn’t everything be like it was before the fall? Before all the tests? Before Necrozma was found? Before…

Gladion’s POV

Why? Why did all of this had to happen? When did this all start? After Dad disappeared? After Mom began to lose it? When Lillie started crying? When? When did this happen?! When did I decide to finally run… When they took us away? When mom created Type:Null and obtained Cosmog? When they erased our memories? Luma… Why were they treating you like a monster? Why were you so different from the rest of humanity? What I felt for you back then… was it remorse? Pity? No… It was far beyond those things… When I heard her shouting my name as we were dragged back into Aether Foundation.

I feel… So stupid for forgetting that day. Did she always know of this? Or was I… Just that foolish…

EPILOGUE (Three Years Later)

“You’re Luma?”

“Uhh… Who wants to know?”

“Hmm… You have enough sense to be wary. Not bad…”

“J-Just who are you?”

“I’m Gladion. I battle for my partner Null to make it strong… Though most of our time gets used up doing small jobs for Team Skull… Now battle me. I won’t take no for an answer… Hmm?”

The girl felt a sudden stream of tears cascading on her face. Her face a blank stare toward the Enforcer who stood in her way as she wondered why her feelings felt like such a mess.

“Luma? Why are you crying?” Hau asked from the sidelines as Luma had snapped out of her daze, wiped her tears and pulled a Pokeball from her bag, all shielding the truth with a smirk and seemingly determined eyes.

“Well… You could say I’m crying… For how badly I’m going to defeat this guy!”

“We’ll see who will be the one crying when I’m through with you!” The Enforcer shouted as the two of them commenced their battle. One filled with conflicted feelings. And one filled with determination for getting stronger.

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hoooo this was a long one! and took a bit to plan for sure! Sure hope you guys enjoy what else I got in store for this week. either way, this had to be one of the most time consuming when it came to planning.

#lonashipping week #lonashipping #darling in the franxx au??????#gladion x moon #gladion #moon

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Christmas dinner

Pairing Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You ask your roommate to pretend to be your boyfriend for your family dinner

Prompts Fake dating AU combined with this “I tried so hard to meet you under the mistletoe that I knocked over the Christmas tree and now everyone at the party is staring at me”

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: None.

Moodboard - Fake Instagram -Fake tweet

A/N: This is my secret santa gift for @mindingmyownbusiness I hope you like it. I had a great time talking to you during the holidays, you are an amazing person.

Thank you so much @sgtbxckybxrnes for puting this one together and for giving me a great person to give a gift to

@writing-journeyx @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse @ohyesmarvel@agentpeggicarter @buckys-fossil @romantichen @once-upon-an-imagine @caplansteverogers

‘’Yes mom, for the tenth time we will be there. How could I forget about your Christmas dinner? We will there at around eight.’’ You hung up the phone and groaned. Not only you had completely forgotten about your family dinner but another minor detail had slipped your mind. Three weeks ago you had promised your mother to bring your boyfriend so they can meet him. However, you and Peter were no longer together so you had to either admit the truth and subdue to your family’s criticism about your taste or find a fake boyfriend within two days.

‘’Who exactly is we? Because if you are planning to drag me to your mother’s house you should now I have plans with Sam.’’ Your best friend Darcy informed you. She has been your plus one on many occasions and you were always grateful to have her support.

‘’It was not about you. I told them my boyfriend will accompany me, and now that Peter is no longer around I will have to ask someone else. Do you have any idea who I can ask for such a huge favor?’’

‘Something I can help you with darling?’’ A deep voice sounded from the front door startling both you and Darcy. It belonged to Bucky, your roommate for the last year, who was the one person besides Darcy you could always confide in.

‘’It’s nothing, I just need to deal with a small issue but I’m sure I can handle this.’’ You wanted to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend even if you were afraid he might reject you. For the last month every time you saw his face your heart flustered. You haven’t admitted it to yourself yet, but you did have a little crush on him.

‘’Whatever it is, you know I’m here for you. Just tell me what kind of favor you need.’’ He set the grocery bags on the table and moved closer to you.

‘’You remember I told you about our family tradition of a Christmas dinner at my mom’s house right? So they are expecting my boyfriend who is not in the picture right now. So I need an impostor. I would ask you but I’m sure you have somewhere to be on Saturday.’’

‘’Nowhere at all, I’m all yours. I always wanted to meet your parents so now is a great opportunity. Just tell me if they know anything about me or I have to come up with a backstory for our romance.’’

‘’Just tell them the truth, we are roommates and we decided to see if there was anything more to it. And we are happy together but that’s already true. Thank you so much, Bucky.’’ You gave him a peck on the cheek and left to pack your bags.

Bucky froze for a moment contemplating on how lucky he was. The girl of his dreams had just kissed him and they were having dinner with her family. If only he could find the courage, to express his feelings about you. How hard as it to confess your undying love for someone?

‘’Let’s just go through this one last time. I know it’s just a dinner and all, but my family really loves interrogating every guest we have over. I was seriously so worried about having friends over during high school. You see my parents would ask them about any little detail about their lives. It was so embarrassing. So you can imagine they have never met any of my ex boyfriends.’’ You informed Bucky of what to expect at dinner. You had asked for your parents and siblings to spend the evening at your place instead of your mother’s. You thought it would be more comfortable for both you and Bucky to have the gathering at your place so that your parents would believe you are together. Fortunately, they agreed without asking any questions.

‘’Don’t fret doll. We will be fine, besides we already know everything about each other. There is no need of you to coach me about that to tell your parents. I will improvise about how we finally confessed our feelings for each other and went from roommates to lovers. It won’t be hard. Take a breath and help me with my tie.’’ You helped him tie it and when your hands were close to his face all you could think was how you wouldn’t be able to control your face your flustering. Bucky always had this effect on you. His stunning deep blue eyes made you melt every time he laid eyes on you and you tried to keep your composure since he was infatuated with someone else. He was always talking about this girl that stole his heart and how he was looking for the right moment to make a move.

You practically run to the door when you heard the doorbell. You were surprised to see only your parents at the door with no sight of your siblings anywhere. You were hoping to have them there for support since both your sister and brother already knew that you were single. So they would have helped you and Bucky but now you were on your own.

‘’Hi mom and dad how was your ride? Did you find the place easily?’’ You hugged them before moving inside the house.

‘’Not at all sweetheart. Did you honestly have to move all the way to the other part of town? Oh, the others couldn’t make it and they express their apologies. Laura had an emergency at work and Matt thinks he is coming down with something. They both said they will come by if they can.’’ Your mom said while inspecting the house. She is a little of a hypochondriac and had spent many hours lecturing you about cleaning. You thanked God Bucky, who was in charge of cleaning that week, did a tremendous job around the house.

‘’I’m sorry to hear that but there will be more opportunities for family dinners in the future.’’

‘’Darling did our guest arrive? Hello, you must be (Y/N)’s parents I’m Bucky Barnes pleasure to meet you both.’’ He gave them his best smile and made sure to show you a lot of affection to keep up appearances or that’s what you thought.

The night went on uneventful and by the time you were about to serve the main course your sister had shown up. She had already met Bucky so it was easy for her to engage in conversation with him and explain to him all your family traditions.

‘’Bucky why don’t you tell us the story about how you and (Y/N) started dating? I love hearing it.’’ Your sister knew that your mother wanted to ask that, so she thought it would be better to voice it as a suggestion rather than a demand like your mother was about to.

‘’Well Laura you remember that I had called you the night (Y/N) had gone out with Peter and hadn’t shown up for hours without calling to inform me. Not even Darcy knew where she was. So when she finally came home around midnight I was about to start yelling at her for worrying me so much. However, I stopped when I saw her face. There was no evidence of crying because she didn’t want me to see but I could tell. I can always tell what she is feeling or thinking even if she is amazing at hiding from others. So instead of yelling at her I just asked her if she wanted me to cook her anything or just some ice cream and we watched one of those romantic movies she loves.’’ He stopped for a moment to smile at you and held from hand. You had no idea he would narrate what happened the night Peter broke up with you or that he had been so worried.

‘’I just knew how much I loved her the next morning that I woke up on the couch with her face in the crook of my neck smiling. Of course, I didn’t tell her anything then but I waited a couple weeks to make sure she was over him. I just told her by making heart-shaped waffles and her favorite beverage, peppermint hot chocolate.’’ You hugged him and you remembered how he had promised to make you that exact breakfast the following morning. That made your heart skip a beat in the hope of making his story true.

After dinner, your dad suggested playing a board game like you used to. While your mom was picking a game, you decided to have another glass of water. You drank it and went back to the living room. However, stepping out of the kitchen you felt someone holding you and then a pair of soft lips on yours. Immediately afterward you heard a loud noise next to you, so you closed your eyes and cling to Bucky. When you separated you noticed the tree had fallen down and everyone else was staring at the two of you.

‘’Sorry babe I just wanted to meet you under the mistletoe so badly. I didn’t mean to knock the tree down but I promise I will clean up after we finish the game.’’ Bucky smiled sheepishly at you, hoping you weren’t mad about the tree or the kiss. You were shocked so didn’t say anything.

Instead, Laura decided to call it a night and leave you to clean up and talk about what had just happened.

‘’I’m so sorry about the tree (Y/N), I just couldn’t control my speed.’’ He reached to pick up the broken glass from the ornaments.

‘’But you are not sorry about the kiss? Or about to say that that was a mistake?’’

‘’It wasn’t a mistake. What I said earlier about the night you came home all teary was true. I wanted to confess my feelings for you for so long. I thought of doing it tomorrow morning but now is as good a time as any. I love you (Y/N). And I hope you feel the same but it’s fine if you don’t.’’

‘’I love you too Bucky. Breaking up with Peter made me realize that I was too late to start something with you. I was with him because I thought you would never be interested in me and he was just a distraction from my self-pity. And after that night you kept talking about the amazing woman you liked and how perfect she was. It never crossed my mind that you meant me.’’

‘’I did and I’m really happy we are finally on the same page.’’ He gave you another more passionate and intense kiss.

‘’Can I ask you something (Y/N)? Did you take a picture of the tree after I knocked it down?’’

‘’You bet I did. And it’s definitely going on Instagram for all our friends to see. We will have a hilarious story to tell about our first kiss.’’ You pulled out your phone to post the picture.

‘’I am going to clean around the house. I will need clean cutlery and utensils to make you breakfast tomorrow.’’

Within the next few minutes, your phones were filled with notifications from your families and friends messaging you to congratulate you on your no longer fake relationship.

‘’Dad messaged me to tell you that he is happy for us and that you should know he can be very intimidating when he wants to be. Also, Matt apologized for not coming and he hopes to meet you very soon to give you his ‘’big brother talk’’. His words, not mine.’’ You snuggled next to Bucky on the couch and the living room was being lit only by the street Christmas lights.

‘’My family messaged me to congratulate me on my adorable girlfriend since they all already like you, and I’m sure Steve will be here tomorrow to gloat about how he had seen this coming from miles away.’’ He rolled his eyes about his friend’s obsession with getting you two together.

‘’Also, we need to thank your sister for her help. Without her, I wouldn’t have gained the confidence to steal a kiss from you. I will buy her a gift tomorrow. Tonight though I will only focus on making sure you know how much I like kissing you.’’

#tssexchange #bucky barnes x reader #secret santa gift #my writing #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine

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